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bonny-kookoo · 4 years

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Good Girl [J.JK x Reader]🔞🌼

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, a lil angst

Warnings: dom/sub dynamics, dom!jungkook, sub!Reader, size kink, oral (f & m rec.), mild dd/lg themes, praise kink, cumplay, reader is a virgin, jungkook is lowkey a hoe, a lil heartbreak, Taehyung makes an appearance, long haired jungkook, mentions of harrassment, jungkook punches a guy, strength kink

Jeon Jungkook was known to have a specific type when it came to his partners; tall, gorgeous, dominant and older. It's not like he's a true blood baby boy; he's just too lazy to put any effort into his flings. When a new girl answers to his ad online searching for a roommate for his apartment to share rent and space however, he didn't quite expect such an innocent being to turn up at his doorstep with a box full of pastel colored belongings, ready to move in. And what he definitely didn't expect was his growing interest in her and the feeling of having her under him, all submissive and ready to be ruined.

Good Girl || Sweet Girl || Smart Girl || Brave Girl || Pretty Girl || Charming Girl || Enticing Girl || Bad Girl || ???

A wink was all he got from the woman who'd occupied his bed together with him last night as she walked out his bedroom door, seemingly knowing how to get out of his apartment. Jungkook ran his hand through his still sweaty hair, groaning after stretching his arms above his head, his mood seemingly sunkissed. He just finished an almost three hour sex-session after all; all without him providing any actual effort. His dick had seemed to be enough for her anyways, her face when she rode him happy, although he could really care less.

Reaching for his laptop near his bed, he didn't bother to put on any clothes for now, just wanting to check if he'd gotten any new E-Mails or messages, clicking through the casual nudes that constantly seemed to slip into his postbox. He cocked his head to the side however when he noticed that a website has notified him of an answer to his ad online; he'd put it up some time ago now after Taehyung, his former roommate, had to move out simply because Jungkook himself couldn't survive the older one's sleep shedule. Tae seemed to never sleep, waking the younger one up on a daily (and nightly) basis. He really tried to get along with him, both of them sharing a deep friendship, but god no, as a roommate he couldn't stand that guy. His rent however was something he struggled as well, so as much as he really wanted to live alone, he couldn't. He clicked the message on the website, his interest peaked.

"Hello. Is this AD still up to date? My name is Y/N, and I'm searching for a place because I'm starting to work close by soon, and its too expensive to take the bus for hours on end every day.. so uh, I don't know? I'm really good at cooking, and I promise I'll be so quiet and organized you won't even notice I'm there! I work at a restaurant nearby as a waitress- I mean, I'm going to, haha. Ugh, I hope you're okay sharing your apartment with a girl as well, I for my part don't have a problem with that! So, I guess, I'll wait for your reply?

Have a nice day!"

He scoffed a little, hovering over the delete button, but instead, he clicked her profile icon, opening the details. Her profile picture showed a white big dog, being hugged by what he assumed was her. He couldn't see her face however, half of her face above her nose cropped out to fit the entire dog instead. He could spot her clothes however; a top and skirt, flat shoes and sheer tights with white spots on them. His brows furrowed, how old was she? Her profile said she was about a year younger than him, every post she'd made up to this date about pet stuff, clothes who all seemed to follow a pastel-color scheme, and artwork you seemed to be selling. You were basically the definition of cute.

Fan-fucking-tastic. Hopefully you wouldn't be too upset when he denied your request, but somehow he thought it over. You said you could cook and you did seem like an organized person. Knowing what kind of effect he could have on people, he could probably scare the shit out of you and keep you around without really having to interact much; and rent was also due this month, so the sooner he found a roommate the better. "Fuck it." He said, and began to type his reply.

When his doorbell rang, he almost burned his hand with the hot water he currently used to make himself a cup of ramen, cursing loudly. Who the fuck wasn't home again so he had to take their package in? One day the old lady across the hall would find a dead rat or something in front of her door, he swore to himself. Ripping the door open with so much force he could feel a bit of wind gushing by, his eyes widened when he saw a similar face in front of him- well, a little below actually. He remembered your lips instantly for some awkward reason, having tried to maybe paint a picture of what you looked like entirely over the last few days. He would've never expected something like this however- you looked like a literal doll in his opinion, your eyes wide open and mouth a little parted, shiny lipgloss making him swallow. Wait, did he really forget that you said you wanted to move in today?!

"I uh.. I'm- I'm Y/N, we- I- the ad..?" You said, your voice sounding nothing like the woman he usually was around. He smirked a little, moving so you could step inside, food now definitely forgotten on the kitchen counter. He really should've at least cleaned up a little he thought. Whatever.

"Yeah, figured. There you go, thats your room. The keys and shit are on the matress, make sure you don't loose 'em." He simply said, before leaving you alone in your new home to settle down.

"What I'm trying to say is, Y/N, you and I, this could really be something!" Taehyung slurred into your ear, loud enough for Jungkook to hear. For some reason it pissed him off to no ends how close the older one seemed to be, constantly hitting on you like he was a starving man, even know half of town knew very well that he wasn't. He could see why; you were innocent, and Tae known to fool around a lot. You were a challenge, something new for him, and he would lie if he said that he wasn't interested as well. Oh he was; but he also had at least some manners left inside of him, contrary to popular belief not only thinking with his dick. Taehyung however was only out for fun, making Jungkook question if he should really let this continue.

He decided no.

"Alright you fucking whore, it's bedtime isn't it? I'll call you a cab." Taehyung groaned at the younger one's words, nodded his head however before looking at you with a smirk.

"Ah, what a shame. But if you wanna have some fun you know my number!" He said, as if he didn't just offer you sex. You blushed at this, not answering, making Jungkook watch you a bit. You really were something else. "Jungkookie, you're so nicee... If I was gay I would definitely suck your dick-" The younger in question made a disgusted yet amused face, putting a hand over the blue haired one's mouth.

"Yeah yeah, you pay me back though you fucker." He said, before going into the kitchen to make the call. Taehyung, being left alone with you again started with his questioning, as he had done the entire night.

"So, Y/N.." He said, dragging out the last syllable of your name playfully, making you shuffle around where you were sitting a bit. He certainly was a pretty attractive guy, but he also seemed to be very straightforward- something you always had struggled with, being more on the shy side. You looked at him, silently urging him to continue before taking a sip of your own beer- cherry flavored, simply because the regular was too bitter in your opinion. "What kind of toys do you use, heh?" He questioned, and you coughed suddenly. Taehyung laughed loudly at that, cooing when you calmed down slowly.

"Taehyung, stop harassing my roommate you fucking idiot. I need her to pay half of the rent-" He said, before sitting down next to you, raising one of his eyebrows at you. "And she also makes some killer lasagna. Kinda wanna keep that." He said, before laughing a bit. Even though Jungkook seemed to be pretty intimidating to you, he was actually a pretty good guy to have around. You both barely ever fought, and overall you could almost see yourself falling for him too- he had the looks after all. But his habit of bringing people over just to satisfy himself was something that made you keep some distance between you both. He wasn't someone to settle down- let alone with someone like you. You were pretty much the exact opposite of what he seemed to like.

Sending Tae home was easier than you both thought. Not being able to go to bed you both decided to watch some late night shows while casually talking- something that wasn't uncommon between you two. Just when you seemed to have gotten comfortable again, Jungkook couldn't help but tease you again.

"So, what Toys do you use, heh?" He said, laughing with his head thrown back afterwards at your red face. This would certainly never get old in his opinion. Just as he was about to apologize and tell you you didn't have to answer, your voice was heard, however.

"None." You said, and his eyes widened at that. "What? Do I look like I do these things to you?" You asked, and he cocked his head to the side a bit, scanning you obviously. He shrugged, and you began to pout, moving to wrap your pastel pink blanket around yourself. "I don't even know how to buy one. That stuff is just.. don't know. Gross." You said, and Jungkook turned on the couch, body facing you now, his interest sparked.

"Gross? So you never had sex before?" He said, and you went silent. Were you serious right now? You were an angel in his eyes, body proportions almost perfect, hell, even your slight imperfections were adorable in his eyes. Up until now he had been sure that you at least have had your fair share of experience, but a virgin? His world was suddenly turned upside down. "Well.. that's something I didn't expect." He said, making you raise your eyebrows at him. "You're hot. Thats why. Oh well." He said, missing the way your eyes widened at that. "I'm gonna go to bed now. Goodnight." He simply said, and you answered with a short 'goodnight' as well- still a bit surprised by his statement. Jungkook thought.. you were attractive?

He'd somehow gotten used to you, how you would leave your pastel pink but admittedly really soft blanket in a pile on one edge of the couch in the living room, how you sometimes left your toothbrush in the sink when you'd been in a hurry, or how you would hum to a song, not knowing he could hear you very clearly. Maybe he really did go soft after living with you for a while. He still didn't know himself why he got so upset with Taehyung the day prior; was he really being selfish? He was protecting you, nothing more. Taehyung was everything but a gentle lover, jungkook just knew he'd break you for sure, not to mention that you already stated how much you despised one night stands, which were practically Taehyungs speciality. He was just looking after you, nothing more.

The more he thought about it however, the more problematic the entire plan became.

But even now, while the young woman whose name he had already forgotten was giving it her all sucking his dick, all that seemed to swim around in his head were the events of the previous evening; how innocent and embarrassed you looked at him when you told him you'd never bought, let alone use a toy before. Surely you'd be someone to enjoy a good vibrator he thought, maybe as a gag he could buy you one? Oh how enchanting you'd look, spread out on his mattress while he would edge you over and over until you'd be crying, begging for his mercy. He would praise you for taking it so well, for being so good for him and only him, and he just knew you would blush. Instead of rushing to his own satisfaction, he would go slow, agonizingly slow, just to see how far he could push you. He would feast on you like a predator on his prey, pull you close so you had no chance of escaping him, he would trace every curve of your skin, gently, as if to make up for the bruises and Mark's he would surely leave all over you to feed his inner need to claim you, even though he would never let anyone see you like this while he was alive and breathing anyways. He just knew you would fit perfectly underneath him, his body covering you and shielding you away from the world around. Would you be able to take all of him? He probably would have to stretch you real good before even thinking about pushing his dick inside you, yet he just knows you would somehow make him proud and take it all, and he would continue his praises, telling you what a good girl you are.

He almost laughed at the situation, he really was in deep, wasn't he? Frustrated and confused he started to picture someone else entirely kneeled between his legs on the floor, how you'd bat your eyelashes at him like the fucking angel you were instead of the girl currently there, and that thought alone gave him the final push to shoot his load down the strangers throat, who moaned obscenely at the feeling. Usually he would be aroused, ready for more, but the sound of someone who wasn't his little roommate ripped him out of his daydream. This couldn't go on like that. Sending the lady out without many words, he decided that he just needed to fuck you, and all would be good again. He was just curious. Nothing else. He just needed to satiate his hunger and he could go back to normal.

How would he be able to do this without ending up hurting you? No matter how big his hunger for you was, he also considered you somewhat of a friend. He remembered when you came home crying one time after a bad day at work, and how he wanted to hold you, shielding you from any harm, making you feel safe. Because that's what he, and only he could do in his opinion. No matter what, he'd protect you, as weird as that sounded. Shit.

He really had a crush on you.

Unknowing to him you always held your hands over your ears whenever he brought home a different girl, not being able to listen to his moans mixed with someone else's. You were slowly beginning to regret moving in, already starting to think about maybe searching for a different apartment. But the rent was cheap, your room big, and his company relaxing when he wasn't busy being buried in someone he couldn't even remember after a day or two. Somehow tears were leaking out of your eyes, and you took your hands down from the sides of your head to wipe them away, careful to be as silent as possible as to not alert him that you were awake, well aware of the shower turning on. You did notice however how his sessions became shorter and shorter, always seeming to end sudden instead of usual. But the more you thought of it, the more angry at yourself for falling for this manwhore you became. You really should hate him- but you couldn't.

Tonight was definetely the prime example of why you didn't go into clubs. The sheer amount of people around you, the smell of sweat and cheap cologne and perfume all around made you feel like a headache was inevitable. Why were you here again? Oh yes. You followed Taehyungs advice and 'tried to make friends' instad of looming around your apartment all day. But right now you just really wished you stayed home instead of going here.

Sure, you liked your coworkers, and they seemed nice and everything, but if you were being honest, they're definition of fun was entirely not yours. You began to feel cramped up in the large club, making you desperately pull your phone out of your pocket, texting Jungkook in hopes he could save you from this god forsaken torment they called a club.

Minutes later, after Jungkook oh so gentlemanly told you to pick you up, you stood in front of that said location, waiting for his cheap but admittedly nice car to pull up. Sadly, someone else seemed to be way more intent on bringing you home- a young man your age, attractive, yes, but also heavily intoxicated. He had already eyed you up inside the building you noticed, yet hadn't made a move towards you. Now however, he seemed more determined than ever.

"Lets go home baby, I swear you won't regret-" He started, but you moved away from him, clenching onto your little handbag in order to at least keep your belongings safe if he tried anything else. Suddenly both your figures were drowned in the warm light of Jungkook's car lights- you immediately recognized them simply by the fact that one was brighter than the other, something you always told him, yet he always waved you off, telling you that both were doing just fine, even though his left light was clearly almost dead. Typical him, you thought. Yet right now, you couldn't be happier to see him.

He however, did not seem happy at all. His face was serious, his wavy hair hanging a little over his eyes, steps fast and strong enough that you could hear his black boots almost crush the slight gravel of the parking lot. "Fuck off sunnyboy and go back inside." He simply yelled out, having already seen how uncomfortable you were with the stranger so close to you. Jungkook wasn't someone to blindly punch someone, that said however, he couldn't contain himself once he saw the guy reaching out for your arm, your figure instinctively scrambling to get behind Jungkooks way larger body. He didn't even notice his fist connecting with the strangers face, simply leading you by the small of your back inside his car, driving home without any more words.

You were not to be touched by someone so dirty like this young man who didn't even knew his own limits it seemed.

Yet you were completely confused now. Maybe, if you were now the reason he got into physical fights, you should make a decision.

The next morning, sitting down at the kitchen table, you watched Jungkook filling your bowl with cereal as well- lucky charms for you, and chocolate chips for him. It became somewhat of a routine since you both woke up roughly around the same time, sharing breakfast was common. The best moment in your opinion to pop the bomb.

"I'm moving out." You said softly, fiddling with your fingers in your lap, leg nervously bouncing up and down. Why did this feel like you were breaking up with him? You both would've ended up going separate ways sooner or later anyways- so he would probably just nod, ask when, and that would be it. He was someone who didn't bother much. But the second you said it, he turned around completely shocked, suddenly very much awake.

"Why? Did I do something?" He asked, sounding genuinely offended for some reason you couldn't come up with. In his mind, scenario over scenario started to play, as if he wanted to search for something he may have said or done to make you so upset that you didn't want to live with him anymore. He knew he shouldn't be so upset over it, since you and him were merely roommates, friends who shared an apartment, nothing more, but he never really expected you to come up with it so sudden. Or maybe you had a boyfriend? What if it was Taehyung, and you just didn't tell him? He would rip that fucker's stupid blue hair out, he knew-

"No. I- not reall-" You sighed, setting your elbows on the kitchen table before letting your head fall into your hands. "Actually yes, you did." You started, looking at him, but unable to hold eye contact with the now completely confused curly haired boy in front of you. "You.. uh.. I cant sleep. Your, 'guests', the walls aren't really soundproof and like, I really- and just.. ugh this is so awkward, please don't make me say it-" You said, groaning the rest of your sentence before stubbornly shoving your back against the chair, throwing your legs back and forth viciously, reminding Jungkook of a kid who was close to throwing a tantrum. Even though this was definitely not the time to think about you laid out over his leg, his hand hitting your perfectly shaped butt until it was red just to punish you for being such a brat, exactly this picture began to form in the back of his head. He hated himself somehow, really. But somehow instead of accepting your decision, he moved to stand at the table, hands on top of it, eyes searching yours.

"Say it Y/N. You know I hate when I have to pull thing out your throat sweetheart." He didn't intend on using the nickname, but somehow he threw his hesitation out the window. If you really were fooling around with someone, someone who wasn't him he wanted to know- and even if you didn't share that information with him, you would move out anyways, so why hold back anymore? You shook your head at him, avoiding his gaze, and he clicked his tongue, patience slowly thinning out. "Spit it out." He said again, but he still got no reaction. His hand seemed to move without his consent when he suddenly found his fingers on your chin, moving your head to force your attention towards him. "Speak the fuck up, I swear to god." He said, voice dropping down lower, and somehow you seemed as if bewitched.

Maybe it was the way he stood there, how he still held your chin, or how intensely he looked at you, but words dropped out of your mouth as if you drank harry potters truth potion. "I cant stand that you let these girls touch you, that they can get you so easily and you just look past me a- and I really tried you know, because Taehyung said you liked mature girls more so I tried to do that, but he lied to me, you don't notice me at all, you're so mean you-" He shut your mouth with his mouth, trying to process the information he just received, yet it seemed like it was too much at once. You were.. jealous? And what kind of stupid advice was Taehyung giving away, that fucker? It was true that he liked his women to be confident and mature, but that was just so they knew what they were doing, and he didn't need to put so much effort into something he could get so easily.

"So you were jealous?" He said, a small smirk creeping up on him, cooing at you internally when you shook your head, face red. "If you wanted me to fuck you, you could've just asked. Geez." He said, but instead of being relieved, your shoulders sagged down. "What?" He asked, and you mumbled to him.

"Because I don't want just that one time stuff you do." Jungkook looked at you, eyes softening at your somehow-confession. He just put together the pieces in his head, and it did make sense. You were practically attached to him wherever he took you, always seemingly glowing whenever his attention was on you. He was as much as a dense head than you were, and he couldn't help but pull out a chair and sitting down, patting his legs as an invitation.

"Good, because I don't want that either. And I don't share either." He said, and looked at you gently, but with a deep darkness behind his eyes. "Trust me baby, you can sit down now and I promise you'll be the only one to have me- or you can move out and go on with your life." He almost laughed at the way it suddenly clicked in your head on what he was offering, suddenly jumping up and sitting on his thighs, legs on either side of his body. He looked down at you, a divine picture coming to life. His hands were placed on the exposed skin under your skirt, slowly sliding over the soft skin until his fingers felt the seam of your tights- those goddamn things he'd wanted to rip off of you so badly these past days. "You can touch me, you know?" He said lowly, and you noticed how awkward you must've looked for a second, seated on his lap with your hands in front of you, unsure where to put them. Just to ground yourself, your fingers began to play with his shirt, and he had to swallow the laugh that wanted to break free. "You don't have to do this, you know? I'm fine with waiting-" He began, but you immediately shook your head, however, at loss for words. He smiled again, dangerously so you noticed. His head dipped down, finally touching your skin on your neck with his lips, leaving open mouthed kisses under your earlobe down to the crook, hands moving over your clothes already mapping out your body in his mind, one hand pulling down one side of your soft fleece jacket you wore, pulling down your shirt as well, so he could softly nip at your shoulder, making you gasp oh so cutely at his actions. His hands didn't stop however, moving over your chest, kneading both of your breasts softly, as if he would hurt you if he used too much strength- which was probably the case. He already loved how bis his hands looked running over your body, how your hands held his shirt in fists, eyes closed, yet not because of fear; you looked serene to him, face showing him the soft pleasure you felt. He suddenly moved you a little, making you straddle one of his leg, core pushed against his thigh. "Let's start slow, yeah?" He asked, whispering words into your ear, lips never parting from you. He slowly began to move your hips, urging you to simply follow what you thought felt best to you. "Use me baby. Get off on my thigh." You whined at that, slowly starting to move more and more boldly, and he decided that he was officially a goner. Even if you didn't want him after whatever may be happening, he knew he could never go back. The way you squeezed your eyes shut every now and then, moving back and forth yet always a bit helpless, showing how inexperienced you were. He could feel the wet patch forming on his jeans, his hands moving you a bit faster, before you let your head fall onto his shoulder, making him chuckle. "What is it baby? Do you need help, hm?" He said, a bit mockingly even, and you nodded into his shoulder. "Tell me what you need then. What do you want, princess?" He said, running his hands over your back, feeling your bodyheat through your clothes.

"wanna get the same.. as the others.." You mumbled, unsure what you were even asking for. Jungkook however simply smiled, suddenly lifting you up, hands under your behind carrying you to his room, before finally letting you fall onto his mattress, laughing when your body jumped a little, making you squeak so cutely. He smiled, crawling over you, his fantasy finally coming to life- you looked so lost under him, so utterly defenseless he could swear he could feel something primal awake inside him- and that was not his dick, which already strained against his jeans, impatient.

"Ah but Baby.." He began, taking off your soft jacket before his hands traced your bare arms until he moved them under your shirt, feeling your skin underneath his fingers. "You're my special girl.." He began to lift your shirt up, helping you out of it before he got rid of your skirt as well, chuckling at your cute lacey underwear, which was so typically you. So innocent, yet so arousing, how you squirmed underneath him in nothing but those pastel colored undergarments. "And special girls get special treatments.." His words were low, soft spoken yet with a rough edge to his tone, a natural feature of his voice that you've come to love. You couldn't even begin to paint out a picture of what he was talking about- sure, you have seen your fair share of adult films, you weren't a kid after all- but up until this moment, up until you met Jungkook, you've never really thought about what you could like when it came to these things. Even in your thoughts you felt shy saying any profanities out loud, how could you expect to know about kinks? "But only if you can behave for me, but you can do that right?" He said, unhooking your bra behind your back with ease and interrupting your inner talk with yourself. "You'll be my good girl, yeah?" He said, and you just viciously nodded, already growing frustrated, and oh how he loved it. This was how he had pictured you. If he had known before that this was what it felt like to have control over someone, he would've never done anything else if he was honest; but then again, you really were a special girl to him. The way you suddenly mewled when his hand cupped your heat, giving you a little pressure just to tease you even further almost caught him off guard. God have mercy on his soul, you were so sensitive to him, and it dawned on him again that he was making you this way. He was the first to- and he would make sure he'd be the only one as well. All those noises tumbling out of between your lips were only his to hear. His breathing peaked up at the view he had, how you began to impatiently rut into his hand, needy for more than he was giving you. He leaned back, finally getting rid of his own clothes as well to your satisfaction, lazily throwing his opened flannel as well as his white shirt somewhere on the floor in his room, and you couldn't help but stare. Truth be told, you didn't really know what to expect of him if you were honest, his constant gym visits giving you the impression that he had to be extremely fit, yet his habit of consuming more than two cups of ramen easily spoke differently. He was, in your eyes, the perfect in-between- he definetely was fit, his abs visible to your eyes, yet he didn't look like those over-achievers you sometimes saw walking around the same gym whenever you met him there to go home together. The way his muscles flexed at every move when he loomed over you again made you want to touch him, yet your shy side forbade you. He chuckled again. "You can touch what's yours all you want, you know?" He said, before he began to place his hand back onto your chest, his breath hot on your collarbone where he placed his kisses again, already hooked on your taste. His other, tattooed hand found its way back to your core, feeling the dampness there with amusement. You were more than what he'd imagined. Slowly he got rid of that barrier however, leaving your tights on for his own pleasure and maybe also for the aesthetic of it, his digits circling around your sensitive bud, making you squeal again, putting your hands over your mouth to keep your voice down. He clicked his tongue at this, moving them to lay right under the small of your back. "Be good and keep them there, yeah?" He said, and you looked away.

"But its- thats emb-" You couldn't even finish the beginning of your rant before he went back to his task at hand, sitting back before moving your legs to spread obscenely over his thighs simply to catch a glimpse of your glistening center, before he placed his body over yours again, hand now roughly circling in delicious eights around your clit, making you gasp out.

"Nothing you do is embarrassing, you hear me. If anything its fucking hot how you can be so fucking adorable even with my hand between your legs, doll." He said, before dipping a finger into you, making you move a bit at the foreign feeling. "Gotta stretch you out babygirl.." He said lowly, careful not to get too fast. His second finger joined in, and he could feel how tight you were around them, already clenching a bit as well, making his mouth water, but also growing a bit of worry in the back of his mind. Usually he was quite cocky about his overly average qualities down in his pants, but now he was genuinely concerned to hurt you with it. This was definitely a first for him. "Baby you're so small.. I don't think you can take it.." He said, a bit of a teasing undertone to his words as well. "See? You're already squeezing my fingers so hard princess, how could my dick ever fit inside huh?" He said, contrary to his otherwise rough nature keeping his movements gentle and slow enough for you to adjust without causing much pain. He could see the slight discomfort in your eyes, yet you suddenly shook your head, voice whiny.

"Uh-uh.." You mumbled, and he laughed a bit at that. "can take it.." You said bratty as ever, feeding his ego to no ends. "Wanna have it- you.. you gon' give it right? 'm good.." You said, having troubles keeping your hands under your back just like he told you to, grabbing the sheets underneath you instead to have something to keep yourself grounded.

Jungkook couldn't stop smiling. You didn't even know what you were asking for, yet you seemed so drowned in trust with him, that you simply gave him the right to do anything he wanted with you. "You sure?" He said, and smiled at the way you nodded again with your eyes closed. He moved away after that, shedding his pants before he walked over to his bedside table, fishing out a condom, before moving back to you, your eyes now on him, or more than that, on his very apparent bulge his boxers failed to conceal. Maybe you really did ask for more than you could take. Quite literally. Sensing your growing uneasiness he simply discarded his underwear, cock finally springing free, slapping soundlessly against his abdomen before he sat between your legs again. You made grabby hands for the foil package in his hands, somehow wanting to slip it onto him, yet he shook his head amused. "Nuh-uh baby. I'm afraid if you touch me right now I'll just embarrass myself and come straight away." He said, and you giggled at that. The sound of it brought him back at ease, his little joke having helped to calm you down at least a little bit. He knew this was a big thing, especially for someone like you- and it made him feel even a bit pressured if he was honest. He was slow when he dipped his head inside, your body instinctively trying to move away a bit, but you forced yourself to stay still, eyes now pressed close. Moving around a bit he kept one hand around the base of himself, the other steadying himself next to your shoulder, kissing you on your lips for the first time since you both started, surprising you enough to not notice how he somehow began to glide into you with the help of your arousal and the lubricant of the condom around him. He groaned, the first actual noise he'd made you could tie to his pleasure, and your breathing picked up once you noticed how full you felt. Gasping several times he suddenly started to laugh, making you giggle as well, even though you didn't knew what was so funny in that situation. "God- ugh.. your- fuck you're tight.." He pressed out, fighting hard against his hips' own mind yelling at him to move, to wreck you, to utterly ruin you. But he couldn't allow himself to do that- reassuring himself that he would have time for that at a later date. He slowly started to move around after he calmed down enough, keeping his speed down to keep it gentle for you. "I- fuck.." He started, having to talk to stretch his patience out, and to also ease your mild pain a little bit. "Let's- ugh.. Let's go on a date tomorrow, yeah? I.. god-" He said, and you nodded, moaning in your delicate pitch he oh so loved. "Gonna be all romantic and shit- fuck- gonna treat you like- for Mcdonald's or some shit." He said, making you both laugh between gasps of pleasure, your hands suddenly frantically moving around the sheets, legs shaking as he began to speed up his pace. You didn't knew what an orgasm would feel like, or how you knew you would have one, but you gasped, chocking on unshed tears in frustration as you noticed that you couldn't tumble over that delicious edge, and Jungkook noticed, cooing at you. "Ah, my baby can't come without her little clit being touched?" He said, kissing the side of your neck, biting the skin teasingly before sucking a hickey on your collarbone, his hands now grabbing yours, fingers intertwining with his, before moving them around his neck, sensing how you wanted to be closer to him, even though that hardly seemed possible. "Come for me baby, you can do it." He said, kissing your shoulder as if to make up for his mark he'd left, his hand now reaching between your bodies, only needing to put a bit of pressure on your little nub to send you flying. You moaned out loud, uncaring on how you sounded, clinging onto him for dear life, his own release making him groan out as well.

He could feel your body trembling, your breathing still fast. He waited for a moment or two for himself to soften up so he could pull out gently- your still slightly clenching hole almost pushing his dick out of yourself. You whined at the empty feeling, and he hushed you gently, moving around so he was sitting up against his headboard, your body on his lap, head on his shoulder. His hand moved back and forth over your spine, the other keeping your body steadily against him. "You did so, so good baby." He gently whispered between your breaths still coming out a little faster than they should. "To be honest I actually was kind of worried you wouldn't be able to take it. I'm impressed princess." He said, making you giggle. You still weren't quite back yet, still bathing in your own afterglow, and he simply waited for you to calm down- slowly becoming aware of your surroundings again.

"Hey, Jungkookie.." You started with that nickname Taehyung always teased him with, yet you would get away with it anytime on his watch. He simply moved his head to look at you, even if you weren't at him. "Did you.. like, mean it? Are we.. a couple now, or?" You started a bit too softly, yet you didn't have to be scared of his answer to that.

He took a deep breath, before yawning a bit. "If you want us to be. I know I want to." He started, brushing some hair away from your eyes. You looked at him, big eyes so innocent like he didn't just fuck you into his mattress literally minutes ago.

"I want to!" You immediately said, making him chuckle and place a kiss on your nose, receiving a giggle at that, before you tensed up. He raised his eyebrows at that, before you looked at him surprised. "My legs are all- tingly.. Jungkook did you break me- HEY don't laugh!" You said, but he couldn't help himself.

He threw his head back, laughing his admittedly cute open laugh, before wrapping his arms around your body. "God I love you." He simply said, making you smile.

"Hey Jungkookie?" You said after a bit.

"Yeah Princess?" He answered.

"That McDonald's date still stands, right?" You said with a small voice, making him snort.

"Anything you want princess. Anything you want."

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hnychn · 3 years

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𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐄

pairing: mina x fem! reader

summary: no one every thought you were capable of exploding, but they also didn't know they were only lighting your fuse. and it was slowly getting shorter.

note🐝: warning: homophobia!! i love this girl too much not to write a headcanon about her. also! i know i said i would be working on a hawks fic, but it's a lot harder than i thought it would be lol. so instead, i'll be working on smaller headcanon fics while i work on it! i have a little angsty one coming up next with class a's big three :) as always, lmk what you thought! 🤍 -honey

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

so to begin with, your relationship with mina is very much ✨yes✨

like bro, she's so hype and energetic and ready to do just about anything

and you're so calm and down to earth and ready to do just about anything

you just go along with her ideas, no matter how crazy they can be

because you're 🥰whipped🥰

but i mean who wouldn't?

anyways, so as much as I'd like to believe this world is 100% a utopia, it isn't

so when you and mina came out with your relationship,

obviously all of your friends supported you guys,

but there were some people who would give the two of you disgusted looks in the halls

and they would talk shit behind your back,

but never to your face, assholes 😤

but y'all two are some ✨bad bitches✨

so you don't fucking care 🤪🤪

like talk yo shit bitch

but we all know you're just scared 🥰🥰

but recently you notice mina has been a bit reserved with her love for you in public

like, normally she's all over you and kissing your cheeks and shit 24/7 🥰🥰

ugh i love her

and she's a confident girl and you know she doesn't pay much attention to all the nasty words people throw your way

so you don't really worth much

but she has been reserved like i said

and you start to worry 😔✋🏼

in your dorms during cuddle time, you ask her

"is everything okay, amor?"

please i'm spanish let me have this 😩

and she just nods, "of course, babe."

so you leave it at that

because the two of you are so communicative in your relationship

you think she'll tell you when she's ready

but she doesn't

so you get even more worried.

and you go ask jirou about it

and she looks at you a bit weird because

"bitch you don't know?"

you shake your head.

jirou sighs, "some people have been cornering her after school and calling her some. . .not so pretty names for being lesbian.."

and you just-

I SEE REDDD,

REDD

you have never been one for confrontation,

and actively avoided it

but being friends with bakusquad only riased your chances of being in arguments or fights

you were the passive one of the group

the one hat kept bakugo in line

but everyone had their limits

and yours was just pushed 🥰🥰

completely disregarding the fact that first class was about to start,

you for their names and class number from jirou

and off you were 😌

the rest of bakusquad, who weren't too far off and heard jirou spill the beans to you, were hot on your trail

kiri was trying to rationalise with you, they all were,

🦈 "c'mon, y/n, classis gonna start soon, this isn't worth it."

💥 "be smart about this, dumbass! you'll get suspended!"

⚡️ "maybe you should calm down a bit y/n!"

mina and sero weren't there

the two went off to get some drinks before class started

and were chilling in class thinking y'all just went off to the bathroom or whatever

now, when you get to their class you just-

bURST IN

your hands curled into fists by your side and a calm look on your face

but your eyes were bringing with pure rage

their teacher wasn't there yet either

and you-

"where the fuck is nishida and akame?"

your voice was chilly calm and it sent shivers down everyone's spine

kirishima had a grip on the back of your shirt to make sure you shouldn't do anything stupid

bakugo and kaminari were just standing at the door

a boy and a girl then stood up, a condescending look on their faces

"what's it to you, bitch?"

i'm sorry i just can't write a homophobic slur it physically hurts me 😭✋🏼

"is this about us cornering that pink bitch?"

"you concerned about your lover, freak?"

"the pair of you are nothing but disgusting."

you didn't really take any of their comments to heart

but obviously mina did if she started to be more reserved

and your heart begins to race from all the r a g e burning in your body

because you start to imahinehow mina must have felt

have to face such harsh words alone

and bottling it all up

and how harsh they must have been to have her, a girl so confident and optimistic, become reserved

and in the blink of an eye, you

fUCKING LUNGE AT THEM

and begin to bEAT THE SHIT OUTTA THEM

kiri, baku, and kami are low-key cheering you on

but also ready to jump in if you start losing

which you don't 🥰

because you're a bad bitch 🥰

and you know how to fight 🥰

but you also don't realise that some people begin to record

oops-

i won't go into detail about the fight, you can imagine it however you want

plus i'm terrible at writing fight scenes 😭✋🏼

but eventually the teacher shows up

and goes to get aizawa because she recognises the four of you as 1-a students

so he comes, ahaha 😅

and he sees you going at these two students

(highkey proud you're winning).

now, aizawa isn't stupid

he's heard the whispers

and he hates that two of his students are being bashed for just loving

dadzawa

but he's a teacher first and foremost,

so he binds you up and pulls you away from the students

some students groan from the entertainment being over

aizawa glares at them

he gives you a little glare when you struggle a bit in his binds

"kirishima, bakugo, kaminari," aizawa's voice booms through the silence that settled over the class, "detention for not stopping this when i know you three could have very well prevented it."

but i know why you didn't - words unspoken on aizawa's tongue.

"you're coming with me, l/n"

so he unbinds you and the two of you walk to his office

it's silent when you get there and he gestures for you to take a seat

"do you know why what you did was wrong?"

you nod.

"you you regret it?"

your answer came almost instantly, "no. and i would do it again in a heartbeat."

aizawa nodded, "good."

and you-

HUH???? 😀

"i understand why you did it and i don't blame you for wanting to confront the people who hurt mina, but you also understand why i have to suspend you, right?"

you nod.

he nods.

it's a mutual understanding he wouldn't suspend you if he had the choice,

but he has to

so you're suspended .

and the videos the other students took blow up

and it gets back to mina

so she watches it obviously

and 😳😳😳

she was bLUSHINGGG

like bro-

tHATS YOU??

her calm bundle of joy??

absolutely hammering those two students??

she has a hard time believing it

but lo and behold, there's the charm bracelet the two of you add to every anniversary on your wrist

the one you're punching the boy with 💀💀

and -

she has never in her life been more turned on like-

hOLY FUCK THATS HOT 😫😫

"CAN YOU BEAT ME LIKE THAT PLEASE??"

like queen, what? 😀

she bursts into your dorm after school

and throws herself onto you

and

"baby the was both the scariest and hottest thing i've ever seen.."

while peppering kisses to your neck

and her hand slithers its way up your shirt

c h i l l s

"yeah?" you smirk

she hums and sucks hickies onto your neck-

😌😌😌 yeah. . .

shit gets a little steamy after that 😌😌

after,

the two of you are just chilling in the after glow,

the sweat sticking you two together a bit, but neither of you minded

mina traces over the hickies she left on your chest and neck, "you should get angry more often."

"if it'll lead to more of this, then you know damn straight i will."

after that no one cares to even look in either of your directions 😌

#mha headcanons #my hero academia #bnha x reader #my hero academia x reader #mina x reader #mina ashido #mina ashido x reader #mina x you #fem x fem #mha imagines

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tigerdrop · 4 years

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king u gonna elaborate on virgin benrey

listen i have kiryu “is 100% a virgin at the ripe old age of 37, and this is appealing to me instead of fucking hilarious″ kazuma disease and it has followed me here. also this kind of branches into a completely different kink at the end b/c i am diseased

so you know how i write "obviously fucks good and hard all the time" benrey. well........you know.......like..........what if......................he didnt. what if he was. what if he had never fucked before in his life and his incessant flirting finally works and hes like "i did not expect to get this far."

envision, if u will, the delightful awkwardness of virgin benrey + "has never had sex with a dude before" gordon

ive definitely brought up the possibilities of gordon going all science-brain on null benrey before but i think it works just as well on virgin benrey too. its a learning experience for both of them and if theres one thing gordons good at, its research. and gordon probably gets way too up in his own head about making sure he does this shit right and spends a lot of sleepless nights googling "how to have sex with dudes" and, you know, researching,

if benreys not the one fucking babying him thru his first gay experiences he is probably going to bungle it so fucking badly and i think it would be really funny

alternatively please consider gordon being so fucking neurotic about benrey never having done this shit before that he avoids the subject as hard as possible, thinking that hes gonna dick it up hardcore, but the whole time benreys just thinking "bro i havent had my dick touched in [however long hes been alive]. come on". the tension

furiously making out with him behind a fucking crate in black mesa and then realizing this is Going Places and gordons voice breaks as he says, way too loud, "I GOTTA UHHH GO RELOAD MY SMG. RIGHT NOW"

you think gordon is touch starved ? no. Hell with this

Im just tsying theres no evidence hes been touched at all by another human being in his life before this. if hes video game in real he benrey noclip out of being touched

what if he like, chooses not to noclip/not feel....ON that time gordon catches him. just cuz hes curious, a gay impulse. or maybe hes so surprised (and gay) he forgets to avoid it

and oh, to be in gordon freeman's gentle grasp. makes him into an unholy annoyance of awkward gayness for the rest of the series

YEAS.......also he has definitely thought hard about sucking gordons dick but doesnt actually have any idea how he would go about it. hes just heard its cool

giddy thinking about the scenario where its actually benrey whos terrible at sucking dick b/c hes never done it before and gordon who actually does suck dick like a champ

i know that this is literally the plot of the very first serious nsfw fic in this fandom but still. virgin beney. benrey getting sucked off for the first time in his entire life and shaking like a fucking leaf......

Power trip of Gordon realizing this guy whose been hitting on him the whole time has no idea what to actually do

Gordon Freeman Gives Benrey A Prostate Exam

its a joke but its not a joke. virgin benrey being vaguely aware that being fucked by gordon freeman would be cool, in theory, but not fully conceptualizing of how you actually get a dick in your ass until gordons like "what?? no, dude, you cant just stick it in there" and gives him a demonstration and thats how benrey discovers he has a prostate

benrey like "idgi man this just feels weird. when do we get to theohhh my god what. what that" and gordons like "what, u mean this?" (curls his fingers again) mean smirk hours

i want him to make a squeaky little noise when gordon says that and curls his fingers again, and gordon's like "ha- knew he'd like it" and keeps kneading him a while; but oops, suddenly benrey's coming with an even squeakier noise

gordon's so surprised he just keeps going, hes like, not comprehending until benys whining at him to stop

a thought: benreys not good at "being human" and probably doesnt actually know whats supposed to happen when u nut so every time hes been jackin it he just does it until it starts to be Just A Little Too Much and then hes like "mission accomplished" and stops. imagine his fucking surprise when gordons jerking him off and he doesnt stop and hes like "wh ha hu what the fuck i already got off bro" and gordon just stares at him and the distinctive lack of cum on his hand and s like ".......did you? you sure about that one."

tl;dr benrey squirming and babbling and digging his fingers into gordons back as he begs him to keep going, he doesnt know whats gonna happen and hes feeling totally overwhelmed b/c gordons pushing him further than hes ever been pushed and he keeps inadvertently trying to wriggle away b/c its So Much but gordon, maybe, pins down his hips so he can get benrey off For Real.......

even better if its when gordons sucking him off for the first time so he can wrap his arms and hands around benreys thighs to keep them spread wide open and firmly in place

knees shaking and thighs jumping constantly

and benrey has no idea when its supposed to be over so he cant even warn gordon properly. he just keeps getting louder and louder.......

maybe even.......completely hunched over gordon......pushing him down on his dick with his hands in his hair.......

alternating between babbling "stop" and "dont stop" b/c hes stupid

eventually gordon gets so sick of benrey not being able to decide whether he wants to shove gordon onto his dick or yank him off that he just pulls off and says "look, man, do you trust me?" b/c he would really like to just get benrey to stop edging himself here

UNINTENTIONAL OVERSTIMULATION.......THE TEARS........HHHHHHH

and he eventually gets benrey to nod furiously at him that he trusts him and gordons just like, okay, im not gonna stop then. im gonna keep going. and.......he does

eyes glazed, hair sticking to him with sweat, hips all twitchy, dick all red, face also all red

sucking benrey dry until hes over sensitive.......

He started off spasming then he’s rocking into Gordon’s face by the time he’s wailing his name. Panting and gasping like he’s fucking DROWNING

gordon meanwhile almost nuts in his pants from the fuckin show that benreys puttin on for him and hes not even trying. hes just Like This. gordons got jerkoff material for the next month just thinking about the way benrey wails his name and clutches his hair tight

benreys like (slurred) 'u gonna jack off or sumn.......was it not hot'. gordon fighting with every cell of his body not to scream "WAS IT NOT HOT?"

trying to decide what would be hotter: gordon jacking off while hes on his knees with his head resting on benreys thigh or jerking off on benreys stomach and.....r.......rubbing it in

benrey watching gordon cum and feeling a whole new context for it cause now he knows how good it feels and gets turned on again faster-

thinking.......about.......th. next time. now that benreys figured it out. he gives it a try on his own time and hes so surprised that it works that he goes up to gordon like "yo. check this out. i figured out how to jack it" and gordon has the most unimpressed look on his face imaginable

"proud of you, buddy. am i good to go back to watching storage wars, or" "you wanna uhhh.....wanna see it maybe?" and that changes his entire tune

imagining benrey being so fucking bad at it still that he keeps doing the start-stop shit b/c its so intense and hes not used to it and the thing that actually gets him to finish is gordon, pants down to his knees and fisting his own dick like he might die tomorrow, leaning forward and telling him that hes got this, benreys gonna come for him, right? come for gordon?

gordon fucking telling him "dont stop" WRT jerking himself off and benrey just listening to him and pushing himself is ruining my fuckin mind

its a really good thought......i love how it plays into non-human benrey having to figure out human stuff........makes me crayz

probably keeps being sensitive for a long while too........ (mumbling very very quietly) and if hes so sensitive from never being touched before......maybe hes kind of........uhhh..................ticklish

new layers to the whole "oh my god its too much stop it" + "i actually dont want you to stop touching" thing .. . . .. . . . + gordon powertripping when he realizes whats going on with him and why he keeps jerking away and trying not to laugh when gordon touches him like on his stomach or his sides

benrey accidentally jerks too hard and knees gordon in the dick from how ticklish he feels just from like, hands on his sides or something

i was actually thinking about......like.......gordon laying on the ground and suffering (because why wouldnt i be thinking about gordon suffering) and deciding that enough is enough and offering to.......desensitize benrey. you know. for his own health

you know. uhhh. tying up his arms and legs, perhaps, and. you know. "do not noclip through these. i swear to god, benrey, if you kick me in the dick again"

i'm think about benrey begging gordon to stop, so he does, to check if this is a Forreal stop or a "hahah nooo~" stop, and benrey asks him through gasps to keep fucking tickling him (except he just says smth to the effect of ."gh.. ....keep doing it dude wuhdah hell...") and gordon gets an evil fucking grin and just feels on top of the world "yeah?? think you can handle it, huh???" and just destroys him. benrey thinks about gordon's horny manic face for weeks

neither of them had a thing for this before this point but the combination of feeling like hes being tickled and gordons hands on him for the first time making him mad horny gives benrey a brand new fucking fetish. gordons manic fucking face im so glad we are on the same wavelength about that

i truly hate my own posts. incurable. diseased

#asky #writin stuff #SOMETHING GOT COPIED AND PASTED WRONG SORRY

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minjoonalist · 4 years

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Discoloration. | kth

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Words: 6.7K

Genre: smut, angst

In which : Y/n’s world of black and white takes a turn into a tinge of vibrance provided from none other than a man who is overly willing to give it.

Warnings: explicit sexual content, cursing, mentions of Infidelity, infidelity, ORAL both female and male receiving, some girl pukes, reached orgasm, cum play, swallowing, Dom!taehyung, BrattySub!reader, some pain for pleasure, attempted Voyeurism, Worshipping, Daddy Kink

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you absolutely loved art, in any expression, in every way- no matter what tragic or exhilarating backstory came with it. As any true lover would say, art is an expression. One that rears it’s beautiful head around with any and all ugly disguises standing before it.

This was your view of life and motto. A code you found yourself quoting over and over no matter how prejudiced you felt yourself becoming in moments of an unbelievable crisis. It was a part of you, your life, all the way down into your DNA. Giving you the ability to see life for all its color and no one was going to change that.

That being said…you always knew there would be times where life would temporarily become dull of any color due to minor- no major casualties. for example like the most recent event in which this very night. you found your boyfriend of two years with his prized member down someone else’s throat

-only a few hours after his big dance performance...and in your home...

You slowly blink, your mind blank of any joyous thoughts to congratulate the man you once thought loved you as much as you loved him. Instead they were now replaced with miserable black and white rainbows that you followed towards the bar downtown. there you find the promising fortune of alcohol that could slowly but surely bring back some of that faded color you were violently stripped of.

Your head jolts back with the third drink of the night sliding down your throat torturously and to your delight sends another tingling wave throughout your bloodstream. You look around within the dark vicinity when various blurry figures push behind you and the sound of some top 100 pop song bounces off the walls of the club. In barely incoherent words you managed to slur out your next sentence to the shiny blonde headed woman you were well acquainted with behind the bar.

“you k-know what's the worsss part bout it?” you sit up after being slumped over for nearly Five minutes without realizing it.

“And what's that?” The blonde watches you with a quirked brow, pondering what her heart broken best friend could possibly add on after ranting on about the piece of shit that just cheated on her for over an hour. “he doesn’t even know – that I know!” you giggle hysterically as if someone had just told you a dirty joke. but it quickly comes out as a choked sob and your best friend soo-jin looks towards you horrified.

“what the hell? why not?” she practically elevates her voice over the loud music, angry once again at how you passively decided to deal with one of your failed relationships. “I don't know” You shrug lazily, bottom lip poking out a bit in a pout when you felt as if she was about to do what she does best whenever anything remotely close to this happens.

Scold you.

“I didn’t want him to see me” the words may have came out small and unheard, but she read your moving mouth perfectly to know exactly what you said. It was a skill she’d gradually learned throughout her few years of being a professional bartender. A fire ignites in her eyes, catching you completely off guard but you prepared yourself nonetheless. The woman takes a deep breath through her nostrils to calm her high temper before she opens her mouth.

“okay ...and what are you going to do about it?” Was her simple but off putting reply to you. The question comes out rather matter of fact and once again within that same moment, you were caught off guard.

Wasn’t she going to yell at you? , tell you to women up and get your shit together like she always did? But instead she turns away just for a bit, pulling out two beer bottles from a cooler and popping them open. She then hands them over to some random guy reaching on your side and who you were pretty sure, already had too many by the way he reeked of them. when she turns back you, once again giving you all her attention and letting her fellow peers take care of everyone else, only then do you scramble for an answer.

“I uh- I… don’t know…break up with him?” you stutter out, not sure how exactly you wanted to answer her question and she shakes her head, keeping a disappointed gaze on you. What exactly did she want you say? How were you supposed to know what you were going to do next about your unfortunate situation aside from the fact that you didn’t plan on heading back to your apartment and future ex- boyfriend anytime soon.

“wrong!- I mean yes you're definitely breaking up with that undeserving fuck, but ...thats too simple” She sighs, a bemused expression sitting clear on her face and eyesight switching over your shoulder before coming back to you.

The weight of this conversation was slowly making you sober and you could feel what little colors you had, beginning to fade back to gray. You lean forward, resting your elbows on the bar table and pushing your hair back out of frustration when you suddenly see your phone’s screen lit up. the familiar picture of your smile and a pair of happy kind eyes looking at you with the name Hobi(heart eyes). Your heart sinks and the sounds of his satisfied moans from another woman echoes in your head before you shake it off and end the call.

Fuck you, Jung Hoseok.

You could feel soo-jin’s expectant stare on you, when you finally give in and look up at her with determined eyes. You didn’t care what she suggested you want to get your color back, or even just some shade of emotion that didn’t have you wanting to dive deep under your covers for a month like your last relationship.

“okay” you breathe “what… would you do?” you bite, putting your faith into your best friend’s wisdom of dealing with cheating assholes. she takes the rag that was being used to dry the freshly washed glasses and swings it over her shoulder. “Hmm…” her eyes narrow, lips pursing and tattooed arms crossing on her torso as she thinks of the right solution for you. When it hits her, she steals another glance over your head and back to you.

Maybe you were putting too much faith in her…

The wicked look she gives you suddenly sends a shiver down your spine and you could already tell you would come to regret your decision. She then grins, a mischievous one at that. “what would I do if I were you? ….I’d let the walking sex god that’s been staring at me since I walked in, fuck me until I can’t tell night from day” she simply comments as if the suggestion was nice and easy.

You frown, shoulders slumping “so you’re saying I should cheat on hoseok?”. You put your head in your hands at the very ineffective suggestion.. It wasn’t that you couldn’t see where soo-jin was coming from, she clearly wanted you to get revenge. just to fuck some guy out of spite and somehow give your boyfriend a taste of his own medicine. Maybe even go as far as coming home looking completely fucked out without an ounce of regret when he takes notice.

The woman shrugs at your question with a small smirk as if to say ‘sure what could go wrong’ and this makes you rub your temples wincing.

“jinnie , I can’t hurt him like that. you do know two wrongs don’t make a right ...right?” the question falls from your lips almost whine like. She lets you take in the situation a bit more before she puts in another two cents that just might have you leaving here with a rebound.

“Y/n why are you thinking about how he feels?” she moves in closer towards you to grab both of your shoulders and make you look directly at her. Her eyes serious and stern, yet sympathetic as she talks some sense into you “you think he cared about how you felt while one of his dance students was swallowing his cum on your Bed? ” she shakes you.

Your heart burned at the clear emphasizes on ‘your’ to give the undertone that it was your bed along with hoseok’s. which it was and that fact made the once withering pain in your chest welter throughout instead. It was like you were standing right outside your bedroom door, where you got a private show to your significant other’s infidelity once again. The only difference this time that you didn’t want to run, not again… you wanted to hurt him and let him know he wasn’t the only one who wanted you-

“wait” you freeze. Eyes wandering inquisitively over towards Soo-jin's equally as curious expression once you rethought her suggestion. She had basically just told you someone was watching you from across the room and you stepped all over the idea.

“But ...who?” you frown.

You didn’t understand how and you were to drunk to figure out why, but it was like you could feel hot lasers burning into your flesh from afar. The hairs on the back of your neck standing alert and you could swear a compass inside of you had suddenly screamed at your instincts, what direction to turn in.

Turn around.

you did, landing to a pair of two bloodshot red eyes of a raven haired girl that looked as if she had even bigger problems than yours to drink away. She stumbled forward in your direction, eyes dazed and glossy with a look of uneasiness and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what sequence of events were about to turn your gray rainbow to black and white.

“Y/N move!” Soo-jin tried to warn you, she even tried to reach for you to pull you away from the despicable threat. But she couldn’t, completely cut off from you behind the bar and made her too far to save you from the sick woman.

You squeaked in surprise, shutting your eyes and holding up your tiny manicured hands to shield yourself. you accepted your fate too early, not realizing that after a couple of seconds of hearing the woman hurl her guts out, nothing had fallen on the exposed skin of your arms or legs. In- fact your entire body was no longer anywhere near her, but risen high a few feet away from the mess that should have been on you.

you were shifted, your legs and lower back firmly being cradled within a pair of sturdy arms and a broad chest. Oddly enough, the first thing that comes to your mind is how comfortable and invited you felt as they held you perfectly without falter. big Hands splayed intentionally under your thighs and the black mini dress that you borrowed earlier from soo-jin. They manage to keep the short material from exposing your most valuable area and maybe that’s the red alert that had you snapping your eyes open to find out who the hell was holding you so intimately within their arms.

“ put me down, please.” you managed to mumble through your now fully sober shock and when they immediately let your heels fall gently to the hard ground, they steady you as if to silently inspect that you’re not hurt.

you shimmy your black dress down, looking up only to have soo-jin unthinkingly fly into you with a huge powerful hug. “Y/n! Oh my god!” This makes the both of you lose your balance instantly and before you know it, your body falls back towards the ground only to be caught once again by a sturdy arm. “Oops…” she blushes sheepishly when she sees that her hysterical behavior had only seemed to make the huge scene worse.

you send a small glare towards her and she glances up to avoid it with a blush. You follow her eyes, watching them slowly slide up above you and once they’ve reached their destination, just slightly do they widen in recognition. You grow curious from this, craning your neck to glance at the individual that’s been supporting your weight for the past few moments in a row.

Everything and really everything, within your body freezes, from your brain to the air leaving your lungs, and possibly even your heart. You swallow, blinking up at a man that just had to be designed by angels themselves. A straight nose just above parted plump lips, a strong jawline, and dark naturally sensual eyes that was almost being covered by his curly blonde mullet.

Wait- created by angels? Scratch that. The man was sinful, like a poison apple with the shiniest red coat that was slowly luring you in by the minute.

Oh how badly did you want to bite...

He lifts you back to your standing position and you don’t miss a beat to watch as his muscular arms flex under the fitted black sleeved sweater he sported. Your looks going unnoticed, but the way you don’t seem to make space from him, like anyone else normally would- doesn’t. he smirks inwardly to himself, waiting for you to adjust yourself as you did before. shamelessly, he lets his eyes wander lower to where your fingers pull at the thin fabric that had somehow risen up your ass cheeks for the umpteenth time that night. you turn towards him, his eyes just as innocent and lost of any lust he was probably holding a few seconds ago.

Hi there… he immediately thinks looking down at the woman that he just couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of the second he saw her walk in with such a lost puppy expression. He wanted to take it away, make you smile and forget what or rather who was making you so miserable when you didn’t deserve it. And as if you just heard him, your small smile blesses him in return. He’s completely captured within your curious stare, eyes just barely meeting his at first and the way your light tiny voice manages to whisper out his new favorite word.

“Hi...”

This is where it all began, where you found yourself aimlessly following your best friend’s advice on how to make yourself feel better about your impending breakup. It wasn’t exactly how you were considering to go about it, but are you really going to complain about the fine piece of specimen that was suddenly thrown into your small sad world?

Most if it all seemed to be a blur. One minute you both sat at the bar where soo-jin made sure to keep a close eye on you. Another you were suddenly giggling uncontrollably at the small jokes the man had managed to mutter out from his half sober state. now you found that it was just about 4:00 in the morning and everyone had left but you, soo-jin, a couple of stragglers, and the dark prince you had now come to learn as Taehyung.

“So, how did my knight in a black sweater know how to save me?” Your hand slips silently from the glass you’d been occupying for most of the night and once again a bit of your color making itself visible around the dazed boy. The vague question flowed from your lips effortlessly, making the man almost jealous that you were Able to keep such a calm composure. Meanwhile he could barely contain the biggest urge to look at your soft lips.

And your stare? Fuck it was probably what had Taehyung so far into his own head, or maybe how every now and then yours legs would noticeably clamp together whenever he so much as brushed you in anyway. Your persona was the complete opposite from when he first seen you, shy and unbothered as to now, you were practically eye fucking the poor bastard.

He takes the last sip of his beer, setting the empty bottle on the bar before he answers “I was standing right behind her when it happened” he starts. A slight pink tinge raises up his slender neck, because for some odd reason. The man found your new probing gaze intimidating.

“Not to sound like a creep, but my eyes never left you the whole night. I think maybe I waited too long to approach you.” he laughs and then hums silently to himself, when satisfied shock runs across your features. No remorse, no disgust, but even then from the first moment your eyes landed on him, Taehyung already knew he had you.

This was his thing, it was easy to pick up random women at the bar. He didn’t want to go as far as to say you were much more ‘different’ than the others, but you were definitely one that would be considered unpredictable. Just as the reply you give him that has him staring at like you were his next meal.

“...who said you were too late?”

...You couldn't remember what happened exactly after that, but as far as you were concerned the only details that seemed to matter were the ones happening moments later. Like the part where you somehow found yourself being backed up against the hood of the young man’s car. Your body thumps on it slightly after he graciously takes a handful of your ass and kneads at it. You moan out, a wet flood staining your thin underwear in response to the sultry gaze he has pinned on you.

“I could fuck you against this car right now…” the confession easily tearing into you. His deep sugar coated voice sends pleasant waves of arousal to your stomach and you can't help but whimper. Your hand comes up to grip at his black shirt, pulling him into you in such a greedy manner. He chuckles, a hand bracing itself on the metal under you “...ah you’d like that wouldn't you baby?” he says huskier than before and you don't protest when his lips connect to yours for the first time that night.

The kiss starts out anything but soft, his lips firmly moving against yours just enough to have you moving voluntarily onto your back and With a sharp nip of your bottom lip, he takes advantage of your gasping mouth by slipping his tongue in to caress yours. You moan out from the euphoric feeling, your heading spinning and another wave of excitement is shot through you once you hear him growl into your kiss.

Not too far to follow, you’re not oblivious to the rough hands that hooks behind your knee to wrap your legs around taehyung’s waist. A shutter coming to you, a slight breeze then felt once he pushes the fabric of your dress up your hips . “T-Taehyung…” you let out a breath, just as a hand is reaching towards your laced panties.

“ fuck my name sounds so hot on your lips.” He exhales through the kiss. His lips now leaving yours to trail down your chin and onto your neck, nippling slightly. Immediately your head tilts to the side, allowing him full access to leave dark little bites along the area. He hooks a cold finger onto the top band just to rip it off with a tear and you pout from losing a pair of expensive underwear. He then swipes another finger at your exposed slit, a gasp escaping your lips and your breath halts once he raises it towards his mouth.

“What are you-” he tastes it. The wet glistening finger evident with your arousal falling onto his tongue. Taehyung’s eyes closed briefly and once again he hums out in approval “and you taste fucking amazing” he grunts, his eyes then lowering towards your open core with a devilish want “I want to taste some more”. He says this, Determination clear in his voice just before picking you up by your ass , and walking around his car. You yelp in surprise, your hands gripping his shoulder blades.

The sound of the car’s back door could be heard and before you knew it taehyung had you laid comfortably in his backseat. A wave of relief briefly washing over you, because while you were too distracted to realize the both of you were still in public, you were glad he wasn't going to follow through with his daring suggestion.

his body hovering yours, Taehyung’s hardened crotch area brushes firmly against your sensitive cunt. You whimper out in pleasure, rutting your hips up to match his and he chuckles at your neediness. “ Does baby like when I do that?” He Rasps out at the concentrated look on your face. It has him rutting repeatedly against you in return and you mewl in satisfaction while shaking your head to tell him yes.

Taehyung could literally feel himself falling for your cute expressions. He supports himself on both arms, one landing right by your head and the other coming to stroke your cheek, down your jawline and landing firmly around your neck giving it a little squeeze. For a moment, your eyes widen in fear scared that he simply turned out to be a sinfully handsome strangler, But then his head dips, mouth coming to crash back onto yours and that same hand turns to slip off the top of your dress.

Phew.

His kisses, once again lead from your mouth and sloppily down your neck, only to pull back and take a good look at your bare chest. Fuck he was drooling...running his tongue over his lips as he nears closer towards the small hardened nipples awaiting his attention. Your hands are already roaming tugging through his golden locks, a satisfied sound coming out when the warmth of his tongue skates cross one of them.

“I cant wait to fuck you y/n, but I want to taste you first baby” he swirls his tongue around, giving another strong lick and then sucking hard until it comes out with a pop. you're watching in amazement with tiny whimpers, your world no longer gray or slightly colored, but instead a strong hue of vibrance surrounding the lust filled man.

You nod weakly, your cunt gushing even more just from the thought of those plump lips placing well needed kisses down there. He doesn't need to be told twice, a boxy smile being shot at you and taehyung places an affectionate peck on your lips before descending down your body.

He positions himself on the floor, the sight of yellow coming between your thighs, and he pulls you down further towards him. You could feel his warm breath against the coolness of your slit, your pussy clenching around nothing in arousal. Taehyung stares at it in admiration, never seeing one so appetizing as yours and when he flicks his eyes up to connect towards your hooded stare, a wink being shot at you, your heart nearly stops in it’s rapid thrumming.

He comes even closer, the ghost of his lips pressing into you gently at the top but not high enough to reach your clit. you take a big breath, another gentle kiss being placed a bit lower and another one even lower until You writhed underneath him “ hurry up, Tae- im going crazy here.” you beg breathlessly, pushing yourself a bit more into him and the sexual demon simply shoots you a burning stare. You swallow slightly, a sharp squeal then following when a harsh nip comes to one of your delicate folds. “such a rude way to ask daddy for his mouth baby” he hums, softly sucking over the sore spot he’d brutally bitten.

“what if it was me stuffing my cock into that pretty little mouth of yours?” If it was possible the blonde’s gaze darkens even further at the suggestion. His tongue now licking a long stripe up and stopping just before reaching your bundle of nerves. If he kept this up you were sure you would slowly descend into unfulfilled madness…

There’s a soft desperate whimper escaping your lips and now that the man was not only teasing you in the most torturous way, but that he’d planted a gem of a scene in your head. Your lips parting for your tongue to run over them and eyes glazing over at the very image of your mouth being wrapped around his thick cock and he’d push you down forcing you to take all of him.

Holy shit that’d be hot…

“ then I can guarantee you’d be cumming, right about…” you look up, pretending to wait. Taehyung humors you, a brow arching when your eyes land back on him “now.” you whisper biting your lip. Instantly there's a wry smile coming onto his face but the scorching hot look in his eyes stays at your comment.

Oh yeah he definitely likes you…

In your moment of confidence there's a deep underlying doubt of skill, due to your lack of practice. Although you’d performed incredibly under Hoseok’s praise, the knowledge of your late lover running elsewhere for head makes you think otherwise.

“Again. Fuck you Jung Hoseok-”

There's suddenly another nip “ouch!” you yelp from the sting. Soon it’s soothed once again as taehyung sucks on the tender spot but now a bit harsher “You’re too fucking hot you know that y/n?” he growls out, hands now coming up to grip your thighs almost painfully. Your lower half now kept in place, unable to even move an inch. you find this out when taehyung’s tongue slips in between your folds without warning.

Your first instinct is to jump at this, body completely betraying you as it begins to turn weak under the man’s skillful flicks of the wet muscle. It’s a lewd noise he makes against you, the wet sounds of Taehyung’s mouth diving deep into your prized box adding to the tightening knot within your abdomen.

At the moment there's a particular swirl of his tongue that makes your legs shoot out, a noticeable shutter of pure euphoria wracking over your body and when taehyung takes it upon himself to finally suckle upon your neglected nerve, he earns a loud unexpected moan from deep within your throat. You wouldn't think that something so simple could have you panting erratically, so much that when you actually take a look towards all the windows within his car - they're completely fogged up.

It’s like something had completely snapped within him, his mouth swirling , sucking, and nibbling all over as he completely devours you without so much as a breath. His merciless appetite driving you further up the hill of your impending orgasm and just when you felt you need just a little more of a push taehyung's tongue takes a few final drags on your clit, dropping down to plunge as deep as he could go into your heat. He does this and is surprised to find your hole clenching around it tightly.

He chuckles evilly now aware that you were ready to fall any second. “You better be ready to put your mouth where your words are baby” he announces rather roughly and as much as you want to spit back an equally sly remark, you’re too lost within the rapidly spreading heat that's taking over your entire body. Your hand shooting out, you grip harshly into his curls as an exceeding dip sends you crashing down hard onto his tongue.

“So good!, god tae im c-cumming” you exclaim jerking roughly into his face- well at least you attempted, because like the sex demon he is, Taehyung simply restrains your hips with even more force and quicken’s his assaults into you. His mouth going to work until you were nearly a spasming mess to his will.

There's a last jolt to your body before tae lets up, dark eyes scanning your slightly worn out state with caution. “Y/n? Shit you didn't pass out on me did you baby?” he questions worriedly getting up from his position on the floor. When he situates himself on the edge of the seat, he’s leaning over your body to get a good look at you and your now tamed high. It takes just a moment but eventually you could actually make out his voice from under your drumming heart. With your eyes somehow getting closed, you listen in on tae’s nervous rant and something about his ‘head game being too strong’.

Your eyes flutter open “ Taehyung?” you say , your voice just barely above a whisper but his head snaps towards you with curious relief. He answers immediately, grabbing your hands to place tiny kisses on them. It’s an extremely affectionate act, one someone could say was meant for people who were actually in love. That in itself had your colors fading away just the tiniest bit, a suddenly cruel reminder of the fact that you had just cheated on your asshole (but very much still) boyfriend, Hoseok.

Taehyung licks his already moist lips, eyes struggling to stay above your exposed chest when all he wanted to do was fuck you into his back seat. Right now you could say, you’d technically already gotten your revenge- after all you’d only witnessed exactly what you’d gotten, but when your eyes snap towards the incredibly hard painful erection that was begging to be treated within its confines. All of those color blinding thoughts seem to leave and The questioning midnight prince beside you is simply all you could think about.

You look up into taehyung’s eyes and there's still a good amount of dark lust swirling behind them. In your eyes he could see it too, a slight raise of both his eyebrows displaying his shock when you say “ I think it’s time to put my lips on you o-or something-...whatever you just said” you giggle.

He bites back a smile and honestly, it was probably the sexiest expression you’d ever seen. His hand, softly running like feathers up your exposed thigh. “you think you can make daddy cum?” he tries and when you feel Taehyung’s entire aura change, there's another sticky flood happening between your legs. You’re so wrapped into him that you don't notice when his hand is coming up into your hair. His fingers roaming for a bit and you hum out appreciating the slight gesture, until the grip he has is suddenly becoming tighter when you don't answer.

“I asked you a question y/n.” He asks within a highly dominant nature. The grip he has in your hair, sends you waves of excitement. There wasn't a second of this interaction you were regretting not even when Tae is dragging you down in front of him so that you were directly planted in front of his inviting lap.

“Y-Yes!” You inhale.

He releases the grip slightly, fingers massaging into your head again before pulling it back from another angle. You whimper out from it, neck straining to look up at him and into his expectant eyes “Yes what baby?” They narrow and your heart palpatates with a thrilling fear.

In no way were you used to this kind of tension, between Hoseok and Taehyung it was a complete 180° where You were accustomed to Hoseok’s sweet natured way of making love opposed to Tae’s rough and passionate fuck. Needless to say… only one of them had you ready to suck him dry...

“Y-Yes daddy…” you sing with a desperate tone.

Another slight pause is initiated and Taehyung watches your eyes move from his face to the front of his zipper multiple times before he sends a wry smirk your way. He moves to make himself comfortable, a leading hand coming to cup your chin with a light touch and he takes the time to admire your beautiful expression. Whoever the hell that Hobi guy was calling your phone over and over while you were at the bar...Taehyung couldn't think of how he managed to fuck up with someone like you- if it were him, he’d kiss the ground you walked on if it meant being able to see you in the position anytime he wanted.

There's a tug on his belt, His eyes switching down to see the fabric of his jeans being held tight between your fingers. From the motion his jeans scrape roughly against his hard on creating a small hiss from him mouth and you let out a small giggle in return.

“ fuck…” Taehyung growls out, unwavering dark gaze set upon you as he squeezes on your chin harder, your mouth snapping open. Your laugh dies down and you wince in pain from it. On instinct you’re ready to claw his hand off, until you feel taehyung’s mouth hungrily attack yours and You moan out into it despite the pain from his grip. You become lost into his touch as he molds and bends your tongue into blissful submission, His teeth suddenly sinking into your tender muscle and you cry out before he sucks on it to sooth it.

woah...

In a trance you whimper when he suddenly pulls away, a trail of a vigorous color going with him while he takes away all of his contact with you. All sign of his heat gone and if you weren't so ready to have it back, you would have noticed the sore relief on your mouth from both his grip and his kiss. You inhale deeply, your tongue throbbing from the delicious assault.

“Does it hurt baby?…” he questions with a tilt of his head and you cautiously bite your lip. You glance up at him one last time and there again was the smile you’d now classified as a sin itself.

“Yes.” you nod with a pout.

“Do you want to make it feel better?” he sits back and you nod again slowly becoming aware of where he was going with this.

It’s a consistent stare that he never lets up on your now wandering hands, his smile slowly fading out into parting lips. They’re reaching once again for his belt, your fingers unraveling the leather and then unzipping the front to reveal his straining boxers. It's dark in the car, obviously but even so you could still make out the impressive outlining and when your fingers hook on the band of his thin material, It feels as if you were a kid opening a gift on Christmas.

your eyes zone in ready for the big reveal. The band slowly being dragged down Taehyung’s hips, revealing not only the thick tantalizing length of his cock, but a mouth watering v sculpted lower abdomen. Your core clenches instantly at the sight, mouth watering and you wondered how you thought what hoseok had could possibly compare to this…But just like your relationship, you find that those thoughts had instantly come and gone.

Eyes now skimming over the veiny length set out in front of you. Your hand immediately gripping it from the base, you it lift away from taehyung's stomach and more towards your face. From up above you could hear his large intake of breath from your hold, your own stomach fluttering at how effective your touch is on him.

Inspecting it just a little, you notice the darkened mushroom head oozing out pre-cum. Your hand moving up, his stomach noticeably clenches and there is a broken sigh from him when your thumb is sliding over it to smear it around. “I- fuck you know this torture right?” he grabs at your wrist of your occupied hand.

You slap his hand away, your own squeezing slightly at taehyung’s cock. He had his time to mess around with you, now it was your turn to mess around with him...you think bringing the tip towards your still swollen lips. You place a closed mouth kiss at the top, creating a tiny bit of suction on the sensitive space. A pained groan coming from him, he tries his hardest not to shove himself into your mouth.

Taehyung wouldn't say he was amused from girls pulling his kind of tricks, but you- the way your tongue was licking a long strip up his pulsing shaft had his hips bucking up in appreciation. Fuck! you could do whatever you wanted for all he cared, just the sight of your wide lustful eyes keeping contact with his, was bringing him closer faster than he would like to admit.

You give his cock another lick, your tongue following a particularly long and seemingly sensitive vein. You could only guess that when taehyung visibly shudders from the way you nip gently at it. Your tongue then coming to swirl at his tip and you finally- finally sink your mouth down onto him.

your eyes then widen in recognition...wow, this actually does soothe the soreness-

“Shit baby...” his chest rises then falls, hands fisted into balls at his side. You felt amazing around him, your mouth rising back up to suck on his tip one more time before you bob back down on him at an even pace. You also hollow out your cheeks, your hand still fisted at the base, jerking up to help him along.

He lets out a dragged moan, brows furrowing together in concentration and a fisted hand is now rubbing encouragingly through your hair. With your tongue sliding underneath his shaft, you move down a bit further wiggling it side to side. Within your view taehyung's head falls back at that and At this point he is a panting mess with a slight sweat breaking out on his temples.

“So good- shit!- baby you’re doing so good sucking daddy off like this” he praises, fisting his hand within your hair for the umpteenth time tonight. The limb adding a bit more pressure, it forces you to go down a bit further on him, your gag reflex barely being suppressed but you’re filled with glee nonetheless. You then feel your eyes begin to water, thighs clenching together and you want to smile when you hear his moans growing louder and his body shaking harder.

He was close and you start to notice his pace quickening, his hand bringing you back down faster and his thrusts becoming choppier when you feel him tensing up. “Fu- baby where do you want me to c-cum?” He gasps before clenching his teeth. He then looks down towards you, dazed teary eyes filled with mischief and taehyung didn't need anything more than to know where you wanted him most.

“You're so damn amazing” he growls his fist becoming painfully tighter in your hair than before. Your head still bobbing down on him rapidly, it then takes a couple of deep choking thrusts before the man is releasing deeply into your mouth. “Fuuucck” he groans throatily, jaw going slack and you watch in amazement as the climaxing angel jerks a little into you. His cock is throbbing in your mouth, hot spurts of cum shooting towards the back of your throat and you try your best to swallow it all.

When you do, you wait for him to come back down. His grip in your hair falling away and you slowly rise up off of him a lewd pop. You wipe any access from your mouth only to sit back and ask “so are my words as good as my mouth?” You question rather triumphantly at his fucked out state.

Its a missed beat and the man’s shoulders visibly start to shake a boxy smile coming onto his features even though he was panting as if he’d ran a marathon. “I think its is your mouth as good as your words and in this case-it depends...” He then raises his head, that same look of heated determination as before blazing within his eyes even though he was a total mess.

“On what exactly?” You arch a skeptical brow and Taehyung shrugs before looking down- his member still hard as ever. You nearly gawk at it, a wrecking shiver coming up your spine when he moves close to you. An arm wrapping around your waist , you’re hoisted up from the floor and onto his awaiting lap.

Taehyung then pecks your lips, hands coming to lift your dress completely over your body and he’s placing tiny kisses from your collar, to your neck, and stopping once he’s close enough to whisper hoarsely into your ear.

“I'm still waiting for those lips to get put on something”

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Ok. . . but can you give an in-depth explanation as to how you feel about akeshu?

yes.

rest is under the cut since this is going to be a long answer

im a big big big big big fan of enemies to lovers. love it. loved the initial hate, the heightening tension between two characters with conflicting situations or personality types. i love the anger, the arguments, the sighs from everyone around them because they’re tired of the repetitive beef. during quarantine, i even wrote out and gave a verbal presentation to my beta explaining how an enemies to lovers arc would work through writing and all the needed dynamics in order to justify a person falling in love with their enemy.

and yeah, the process is the best part of it. i want to be able to see the transition between worst enemy to begrudged partner to lover. that’s the best part!!! the character development!!! the molding around each other and learning to accept their character flaws!! the willingness to defend that flaw in front of other people!!

but here’s where the problem lies: akechi goro.

oh akechi. oh akechi goro, the bane of my existence and the object of affection by everyone in this god forsaken fandom. look, i get it. it’s really really fucking hard to resist the charm of akechi goro, i admit it. he’s so interesting, he’s so in-depth, he’s so cool and rugged and he’s such a bastard that you end up kind of being obsessed with him, and that’s fine. I'm also kind of obsessed with him.

but i don't like him. because he isn’t a likeable character. there’s a huge difference between thinking he’s a fantastic character and loving him. because i don't love him. i hate him. i despise him. he’s caused so, so, so much grievance, so much pain to so many characters in persona that it honestly impossible to give him a redemption arc. it’s not possible. even if you go down the Black Star route (amazing fanfic, brilliant work) it still doesn't redeem him. he killed futabas mom (which literally led her to her spiraling depression and self hatred and manifested intense mental illness that led to her isolating herself from the world and made her lose her mom that she loves so much) and killed haru’s dad (how on earth can you justify that one??? god, haru wanted nothing more than to just see her dad happy again) and killed so many other random people!! and don’t feed me that “oh he had a sad life” shut the fuck up literally everyone in p5 had a sob story and you don't see them killing people. he’s complex, not likeable.

but here’s the good part: the game doesn't want you to like akechi. i mean it. they never said what he did was okay (never. they never said it was okay), they never said that you had to like him. all they said was that you had to work with him. even in the third semester, the one people are so insistent on calling a redemption arc, isn’t a fucking redemption arc. they just want you to see who akechi really is!! without the facade!!! all they want is for you to see how complex he is, see him spiral and angry and bitter and they want you to see him turn out the complete opposite of akira.

and here’s where we actually start talking about akeshu

akechi and akira are two halves of the same coin. akira chose the side of justice (by ironically being a criminal) while akechi chose the side of vengeance (which is ironic, since he’s a detective.) see, even with that whole crime vs justice thing, they’re connected. the person who ruined their life is the same person (shido), they both have had hard lives. but they turned out as opposites, with akira having a much better life than akechi--which is why akechi is so obsessed with akira. what does akira have that he doesn't? why did he turn out happy when he’s still miserable? and that creates a tension (which we will talk about later)

akechi and akira are rivals. they are connected, they always will be. it’s a hero/villain narrative that we all love, it’s an interesting character dynamic. it’s fun to see them interact.

but by god, it does not mean that akechi and akira are good for each other. i would go as far to say it would do akechi a huge disservice as a character if you made them end up together.

remember how akechi is a complex character? if akechi ends up with akira, you would essentially be ripping out all of his complexity just to have both of them date. akechi doesn't want to be with akira, and if you honestly think akechi is in love with akira id be surprised because he’s not--he’s obsessed with akira, infatuated with him. what he’s feeling isn’t love, it’s the feeling of frustration. he doesn't care about akira, or anyone. he cares about himself, and that’s it. which is what makes him so interesting because this never changes throughout the entire game!!! that's so FUN!!!

and the game never wants you to forget that complexity!! because they never gave akechi a redemption arc!! they want you to remember him as someone who’s willing to die for himself. (and, in a way, that’s the extent of akechis mercy. because before shidos palace, he wasn't even willing to die for himself, you know what i mean? he was willing to die in shidos palace because that’s what he wanted, he wanted to defeat shidos cognition of himself, he wanted to save the thieves because they were the first to listen to him and understand him, but he didn't really do it out of empathy. he did it because he’d rather die than continue living shidos lie--funny because that how he ‘dies’ in the third semester. nice one atlus)

and i get it. the game gives them such an undeniable tension that its super easy to see it as love, but its not. it’s not love, guys. that tension isn’t love, because what it’s actually tragedy. it’s tragic that akechi can’t have happiness (in canon, at least.) it’s tragic that akira, the person who loves his friends more than anything, who would die saving someone he doesn't even know, it’s tragic that he can’t save someone who’s the most desperate to be saved. and that is why i love platonic/non-romantic akeshu, because i think that concept is way more interesting than them falling in love. it’s about akira’s obvious trauma that he couldn’t save everyone, it’s about akechi’s hard-headedness about not wanting to be saved because he’s been let down too many times for him to ever put trust into anyone again.

it’s tragic. it’s meant to be tragic. persona 5 is a game about fighting for reality, and reality is fucking hard. so the fact that these two people have such a tragic ending despite what we, as an audience, are used to (happy endings), is part of the game. they’re not meant for each other. they won’t work, they don't work. that tension isn't made out of love or sexual tension--it’s stemmed from tragedy and hate and confusion and such a deep rooted sadness from inside of them.

they both deserve better than each other. akira deserves to be with the friends he made in tokyo, and akechi deserves to be with someone (if he lives) who isn’t associated with the metaverse at all. he deserves a clean slate, he deserves a fresh start. he deserves a reset.

and another reason is that akira loves his friends too much. he would do anything for them. it’s supposed to be funny--the wildcard, with no vulnerability, no weakness, has the most weakness out of all of them because he cares too deeply about his friends that if one single thing were to hurt them akira would fold like a deck of cards. you think akira would do that to haru? to futaba? yeah, right. he would never. akira can forgive but he would never forget. he’d never compromise. not for his friends.

so going back to the topic of enemies to lovers--akeshu is not enemies to lovers, because there are certain rules for enemies to lovers. enemies should be fun. it should be people on the opposite team with different perspectives. enemies should not be morally horrific. the ‘enemy’ should be forgivable. both characters should still come off likable. they should both be able to stand up on their own legs as characters even if you take away their love interest. for example, hermione/draco wouldn't work because draco calls Hermione a slur on many occasions. that is not forgivable. if draco instead, i don't know, cheats off her test or something and she gets mad and they have a back and forth thing, then sure, hermione/draco could work.

a fantastic enemies to lovers would be snowbaz from carry on. uh, zootopia? thats a great one. natsume and mikan from gakuen alice is good too!! basically, there’s a lot of actual good enemies to lovers out there. enemies to lovers shouldn't be morally ambiguous. it should be fun. it should be the right kind of tension. the characters should be likable from both sides. and akeshu does not have that.

tldr stan akiryu and akesumi instead

#this took me like an hour to answer #my bubble tea is melting #ask #asks #sorry anon lmfaoooo enjoy my thesis paper

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lexerah · 4 years

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I’m really trying to hold on. It’s really hard man.. I guess from the outside looking in it seems like my whole world got turned upside down because of a girl but she really was the major thing keeping me going cause I felt like she was the only person who understood me/wasn’t really judgemental of who I really am. My whole life I felt like I never fitted in so I turned to music, poetry, skateboarding, & basketball and that was my escape. Up until around age 12/13 I was pretty much mute. I didn’t talk much. And when I came home there was either no one home or if my parents were home I’d be verbally abused for being so “quiet/secluded in my room” or my mom and I would argue back and forth and it would end with her saying “I wish you got hit by a bus” or “I wish you would die”.. Hearing that often just killed my spirit most of the times. I would then stay in my room longer or even turn to cutting by using a metal hanger. All during that time I was battling my sexuality and the fear from my parents when they would say things like “gays should burn” or other homophobic slurs/speeches. I didn’t know what to do. I hated myself for being gay. I hated that “it had to happen to me”. There were several years where I wish I wasn’t born like this.. fast forward and more trauma just started piling on :( my dad didn’t make it to most of my basketball games because he worked 2 jobs and that hurt a lot because it was something I was really good at and I felt like my parents would be proud/I would be “good enough”.. my dad was then diagnosed with kidney failure during my senior year of hs.. it was scary for us all.. I didn’t want to lose my dad.. for most of my senior year my dad was in and out of the hospital for long periods and I remember one time breaking down in tears because he was in the icu and I thought he was going to die that week.. he wasn’t able to go to my hs graduation because he was in the hospital still so that was another blow. a few months after highschool my mom attempted suicide when I took my little sister on a walk.. we both came home and found her unresponsive on the floor with a suicide note. I had to calm my little sister down while making sure my mom was still alive and while calling 911.. then my dad walked in a few mins later and he started blaming me for what happened and yelling “what did I do!” fast forward to while my mom was in the hospital recovering and both my sisters and I didn’t feel like ourselves.. we didn’t want to do anything and we just kept crying and my dad starts yelling at us/verbally abusing us saying that we shouldn’t be crying and that we need to stop crying. It really sucked.. that feeling on top of everything was painful.. so again fast forward to about 1.5-2 years after hs and my mom decides to separate from my dad and wanted to live in another city and she asked me if I wanted to live with her or stay with my dad. All during this time we never had a good relationship and I thought it was a really good opportunity to build on the relationship with my mom.. then a month or two before we moved to the new city my mom lashed out all of her fears, anger & resentment towards my dad at me saying it’s all my fault and that’s when the panic attacks started. (I’m sorry for the choppy writing.. it’s really hard writing this but I know I need to get it out) I remember a week or so before we moved and all of our stuff was pretty much packed for the move and my mom wanted to see her old best friend one last time at the theatres and have burgers after and that’s when I had my first major panic attack. I was sitting in the theatre and I thought I was dying. It literally felt like a black hole cause I didn’t know what it was at the time. I thought I was having a heart attack so I just waited in the lobby until the movie was over cause I went back in 1 time for a few minutes and another one came. I ended up having 3 or 4 a week for a few months and then went to IOP for 2 months around 2014 and it helped a lot with talking out stuff/processing my thoughts.

But most importantly it helped me see that there were other people out there going through similar things and it made me not feel alone.. fast forward to a year later my dog passed away when we came to visit my dad since it was his turn to watch the dogs and it was also best for him because he was living alone back in our old city :( it was really hard taking my dog to the vet when he passed🥺 a few months after that I started to lose my hearing in one ear from an ear infection and that really brought me down cause I’m a music producer and I rely on my hearing to fine tune stuff.. all during this time while I was losing my hearing I was dating this girl who had cheated on me with several guys/past boyfriends and thats when I really started feeling like I was being kicked while I was down.. literally during the time I was crying about her but mostly why someone would do something like that and take me on a trip just to tell me they still have feelings for their ex/cry about them, my mom had punched feeling in my face for crying about her and told me to stop crying or pack my bags. That was probably one of the most traumatic things because I really felt like I had no one to talk to and I felt really alone. All while my bestfriend back in my old city promised to visit but never did :/ I had no one but my little sis who was my best friend and I’m super grateful she was born cause without her honestly I wouldn’t be here. I literally raised her for 2-3 years and took her everywhere to just escape everything at home. It was a blessing that I had money from music to do all those mini trips/food runs.. it was a huge blessing man. So fast forward to a year later around 2016/2017 my grandfather started having major strokes and was in and out of a hospice and later passed away towards the end of 2017. It was too much all while my mom and little sister had moved to a different state and my dad had a kidney transplant.. I was his caretaker and my older sister didn’t help :/ I literally was breaking down everyday because I was asking why is this all coming down on me :/

I’m literally crying right now because right around that time I met someone really incredible and it just hit me rn. She was the light at the end of the tunnel in a sense. Now that I look back at things, her coming into my life at that time saved me. And maybe writing this was the answer I was looking for as to why I saw her picture 10-15 years before I even met her during the time when all the pain started in my life. Meeting her/her come into my life might be the message that everything’s going to be okay. Man.. idek what to think rn. She really is an angel in a sense cause she saved me from myself and helped me see that I have the ability to heal.. and of course I wish things ended differently cause I still love her but that’s out of my control. I have to heal and move on but also forgive myself and forgive my past and most importantly allow myself to heal. I have to fall in love with myself and love me unconditionally. I want to be one of the greatest music producers ever and have an amazing wife, kids, and beautiful house but that can’t happen if I don’t heal and forgive.

If anyone read this up to this point you’re beyond special to me and I don’t know how to thank you but it means the world to me that you read my story. I don’t like sharing because it’s really painful and makes me feels extremely vulnerable so thank you so much🥺🤧 thank you🤧🙏 I love you🤟💕

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novannna · 3 years

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You Were the Hands That Held Me

Danissa soulmate au. everyone has a soul mate, and any marking that appears on their skin, appears on yours. narcissa’s pov. Kinda angsty, but also fluffy.

tw: self harm, and mentions of abuse kinda

wc: 2363

Narcissa stared at her arm in awe. This was the first time her soulmate had ever drawn something on her skin. She had felt the same cuts and bruises her soulmate had received, just like everyone else, but this was the first time her soulmate had deliberately marked her own skin.

Messy butterflies with uneven wings, and twisted antennas marched down Narcissa’s forearm.

“Oh,” she whispered. “Cool.” She grabbed the nearest marked, and held it poised above the other arm, ready to reply, but thought better of it.

She shouldn’t force her soulmate to stop their art for Narcissa. She dropped the marker, and kept watching the thick lines as they covered her entire arm.

That night she washed it all away in scalding hot water before her grandfather noticed. He wouldn’t approve of Narcissa communicating with her soulmate.

He hated the idea of How there was one person in the world, waiting just for you.

His soulmate had died years ago, leaving him heartbroken and angry, bitter to the world.

If Narcissa wasn’t careful, he might take the anger out on her.

Narcissa could take it, but she didn’t want to hurt her soulmate too. Narcissa would feel awful.

So she tried to ignore the small flowers and butterflies her soulmate drew constantly. Narcissa tried her very best.

---

Years later, Narcissa wrote to her soulmate for the first time. It was in the middle of the night, when Narcissa had felt a searing pain across her arm that looked like a red slit across her pale skin.

Her soulmate was in trouble. She couldn’t just stand by now. Narcissa had to do something.

Grabbing a tissue to staunch the bleeding, Narcissa scrawled across her hand in thick ink.

STOP

I can’t , her soulmate replied.

Please, just hear me out, Narcissa wrote, hoping she could do enough. Hoping she could convince the person who had drawn butterflies everywhere on their body, that maybe the world really did want them.

please, just stay out of this

I can’t. This is my body too. And even though I’ve never met you, you're my soulmate and I care about you.

Fine. I’ll listen. Her soulmate's handwriting was a little shaky, but very neat, with tall, loopy letters.

I’m guessing you’ve been having a hard time with life recently, Narcissa started.

I guess

Do you want to be here? Narcissa asked bluntly

There was a long pause. I don’t know, her soulmate finally responded. I love Earth, but the people…. I can’t stand the people. All they do is bring hate and hurt to me

I get that. But the people don’t matter. You do. Danna wrote desperately.

No I don’t. I’ve never done a single good thing in my life

You have! You’ve made me smile! You’ve made me laugh!

Her soulmate replied, When? This is the first time I’ve ever talked to you

When we were younger, you used to constantly doodle little flowers and butterflies all across our bodies. I loved to watch you draw them, watch the blocky little lines appear across my body. Danna smiled as she recalled the delicate insects she wore across her body daily.

I thought you hated those. That’s why I stopped

No, of course not!

Then why did you erase them?

Narcissa sighed. She thought for a second, then wrote, my grandfather. He hates soulmates. If he knew I was communicating with mine, I’m afraid he would hurt me. And doing that would hurt you.

But… that means you could get in trouble right now!

No. I won’t, I’m fine. You are more important. Tell me, what made you want to hurt yourself today?

I guess I’m just tired of being ignored. I’m tired of being treated like a child. I want to leave my house, but I can’t. I can’t live on my own.

Thats okay, you shouldn’t be ignored. You should be your own person, and if your parents cant see that, they’re idiots!!

Narcissa capped the pen, and tried to wrap her blanket around her arm, the blood slowly soaked through the fabric, staining the blanket a bright red. How would she explain that to her grandfather? It didn’t matter right now though. Right now, she had to make sure her soulmate was okay. That was her one and only goal. Nothing else mattered. Narcissa had the opportunity to maybe save a life right now. That’s what she had to do.

They aren’t. I’m the one who’s screwing up, her soulmate replied. I cant ever get anything right. Im just a big mistake that shouldn't even exist. The worlds probably better without me

THATS NOT FUCKING TRUE! Narcissa scrawled as quickly as she could. I dont believe it. Not for a second. Just by being here, you’ve made the world a better place. Everyday, I wake up and check my body for some indicator that you’re here. I can’t help but think about the fact that there is someone out there meant for me. And I’m meant for someone.

I guess…

Narcissa sighed heavily. She had to go to bed before her grandfather woke and saw her light on.

Are you okay? She wrote. Are you in any danger? If you are, im here. For both of us

A minute passed before the reply came. I dont think so. I think im better. But… if i feel bad again, can i talk to u? This actually really helped me. Thank you

Narcissa smiled. Of course!!! Just, could u write somewhere less obvious?

Sure. I understand.

Narcissa smiled gratefully. How ‘bout our ankles? That’s less obvious and easy for me to hide

She felt pressure on her right foot, and slid it out from beneath her blanket. A smile, and little butterfly doodle greeted her eyes.

Good night, soulmate, Narcissa wrote

Good night. Sleep tight. And… thank you.

Narcissa smiled. She slid out of bed, and held her arm close to her chest while creeping to the bathroom. Once inside, she scrubbed all of the ink off her skin, and bandaged the red slit shut.

Narcissa and her soulmate were okay. That was all that mattered. Everything was alright. At least for now. But now was the only thing Narcissa could bear to think about.

---

After that one night, Narcissa’s soulmate never hurt themselves like that again. But that didn’t mean they weren’t hurting. Narcissa could tell they were hurting themselves in other ways.

She tried to help. She wrote reminders every few hours, telling her soulmate to eat, and drink water. She wrote encouraging messages, and doodled across their skin.

But still, Narcissa would feel her stomach growl with hunger, and her tongue beg for more water. She felt her eyes grow heavy even though she had slept almost 10 hours the night before. Her soulmate just didn’t care, and there was nothing Narcissa could do.

They would talk to each other constantly, ranting about their day, or commenting about something they saw. Narcissa grew much closer to the person she had never even seen the face of. Closer to them then anyone else she had ever known.

Even her grandfather.

Narcissa had a very strained relationship with her grandfather. She knew deep down he loved her, but he had a hard time showing it. He was caught in a life of crime, and there was no way out.

He had been an arms dealer for years, selling guns and other weapons on the black market. He made a lot of money, but not a lot of friends. He was a bitter old man, who took all of his anger out on Narcissa. He had never hit her, but his words were hard enough.

Narcissa knew she was being abused, and belittled, and manipulated, but she always ended up excusing his actions. Or even worse, sometimes she would place the blame on herself. She knew she was in a bad situation, but it was one she was stuck in.

Narcissa talked about him lots with her soulmate. It turned out, they had a similar situation with their parents.

Mistreated, abused, bullied, shamed.

The two escaped into their skin, engrossed with each other. They held each other right through the pain and the tears. Though at times, both of them desperately wanted to, they held strong and never hurried themselves for fear of hurting the other.

---

One day, the straw finally snapped for Narcissa. She was 17 now, and old enough to live her own life. Old enough to understand what her grandfather gave her wasn’t love, it was trauma.

After he yelled at her for an hour straight because she put a book in the wrong bookshelf, Narcissa decided she had taken enough.

Can we go? She desperately scrawled across her ankle. Can we escape these sorry excuses for lives?

Her soulmate wrote back a few minutes later. What do you mean?

We’re old enough to live on our own. Why are we forcing ourselves to live with these people who treat us so terribly. Why don’t we just run away together?

Ok. The reply shocked Narcissa. She had been expecting them to try and convince her otherwise, make her see the absurdity. Not agree. But Narcissa was glad they agreed. They both deserved a chance to start over. To make a life for themselves, and do it right.

You will?

With you? Of course I will silly. I’ve been waiting years for me to ask

When? When can we leave?

Whenever your ready

A week, Narcissa declared, I’ll meet you in a week at Gatlon City, at the train station

Ok. I’ll be there, I promise, her soulmate wrote.

Me too. Narcissa grinned. She was finally escaping. Finally starting fresh. Finally leaving her grandfather to be with someone who truly cared. Narcissa couldn’t wait.

---

Narcissa creaked the door open, cringing as the hinges squealed loudly.

“Just where do you think you’re going?” Her grandfather slurred from the couch.

Shitshitshitshit, Narcissa though. She was caught. She was never going to escape her life.

“I told you earlier this week I’m going to a friends house tonight,” Narcissa said lightly, trying to mask her terror.

“Stop lying!” He screamed. “I know that’s not true, you don’t have any friends.”

Narcissa cringed.

She breathed in deeply. She was already leaving forever, there was no point in lying anymore.

“Fine I’m leaving. For good.” She braced herself for the rage.

Instead, he laughed. “You? You're leaving?” He scoffed. “You would never. You’re too scared and dependent on me.”

Narcissa drew herself up. “No. You’re wrong. I’m leaving, to find my soulmate. We’re making our own life. Together.”

He gaped at her. “You can’t! You can’t go to your soulmate,” he spat. “You’ll live a terrible life. You’ll be tied down forever.”

Narcissa shook her head. “No. I won’t. I’ll live the best life I can. Because I’ll be happy. I won’t live in fear anymore. I’m sorry you weren’t meant for your soulmate, but it’s different for me. I know them. We are meant for each other. I wouldn’t expect you to understand. All you know is hate.”

“So you’re really going?” Her grandfather’s lip curled up.

Narrcissa nodded. “I am. I’m making my own life, as far away from here as possible.”

“Then go!” He snarled. “I don’t want you in my house if you won’t see a reason. Go.” He picked a book sitting next to him, and hurled it at Narcissa’s head.

She ducked, her hair ruffling by the wind.

She turned to him, tears in her eyes. “Goodbye grandfather. I’m sorry.” She threw open the door, and fled into the night.

---

Narcissa’s heart thudded in her ears. This was it. This was the day she was going to meet her soulmate. She knew she should be realistic, but Narcissa couldn’t help imagining the meeting like something out of the sappy romance novels she liked to read.

She expected the dreary clouds to disappear, and the sun to shine out on top of them.

She expected to know exactly who was her other half

She expected to run up, into their arms, and kiss them like she had wanted to be kissed her entire life.

But Narcissa knew how unlikely it was. But, a girl could hope, couldn’t she?

She inhaled deeply. Uncapping the pen with her teeth, she scrawled on her palm, I’m here

Me too, her soulmate wrote back. The familiar loopy red marks eased Narcissa. She knew this person. This was her soulmate. Everything was going to be okay. It would all be okay.

Her eyes locked onto a girl standing near a bench, her head bent over her hand, a pen tucked behind her ear.

Somehow, Narcissa knew. She knew this was the person she had been searching for her whole life. She knew that the girl was her soulmate.

Summoning every miniscule scrap of courage Narcissa could find, she approached the girl.

She tapped her shoulder. “Hi,” Narcissa breathed, heart pounding. “I’m Narcissa. I think I’m your-”

She was interrupted by the girl throwing her arms around her tightly.

“I’ve waited so long to meet you,” Narcissa’s soulmate said roughly, her voice thick with tears. “I’m Danna.”

Narcissa laughed. She realized she was crying. “Me too.”

“I feel like I already know everything about you,” Danna laughed. She swiped her eyes.

Narcissa nodded. “I know we’re soulmates, but I want you to know I understand if you don’t want me,” she said. “I get it- not all soulmates are really soulmates.”

She was cut off by Danna pressing her lips to hers. “I want you,” Danna breathed. “You're the one who I’ve trusted with every secret I’ve ever held. You’re the one who helped me when no one else could. You’re the one who took care of me.” Danna held their hands up, exposing the thick identical scars that spread across their wrists. “You are the only other person in the world who understood, and actually helped me. You were the hands that held me.” Danna reached her hand to Narcissa’s face, wiping away her tears. “I want you, and no one else.”

“Me too,” Narcissa whispered. “Me too.”

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barrendome · 4 years

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the 2b2t survival guide

are you planning to play on 2b2t? have you been playing but can’t seem to get out of spawn? or have you been waiting 12 hours in queue to no avail?

in that case, have i got some stuff for you! heres a handy guide about how to actually play, and some tips to help along the way!

step one: preparing

you can just hop right in and go, but it is smart to know a bit beforehand.

know what you're getting into. the server has no rules to it, so you just have to expect a fuckton of disgusting shit, slurs, etc. just kinda accept that, and ignore it.

get a hacked client. sure, you can play on vanilla, but doing that will make your life harder. the best client to use is impact, but if you really need to you can download wurst instead.

make a plan. although this is optional, its smart to do. you can just wing it if you wanna, but it’s helpful to have a goal for what you wanna do in the server.

step two: queue

queue is basically inevitable, but there are a few things you can do to make the wait less painful!

decide if you want priority. priority queue is a godsend, it takes 30 min at MOST to join the server! but on the other hand, its 20 dollars per month. if you’re planning on playing for a long time and dedicating lots of time to playing? get priority. if you just wanna check the server out? don’t worry about buying it.

join when nobody else would. the best times i’ve found are near 1-3am, or on a weekday in early mornings. you’ll still have to wait hours, but not as long as you would otherwise.

pray for a server restart. when it restarts, turn on auto-reconnect (if you have that) or just keep on trying to connect. you’ll get onto the server extremely quick if you’re able to join right after a restart.

do something else. multitasking is the best way to wait. leave queue running in the background and check on it whenever you can, but fill your time with other stuff. i usually draw or watch videos when waiting!

step three: common sense

you gotta use normal common sense, but also server-unique common sense.

remember: there are no rules. people are going to kill you. people are going to grief you. people are going to say gross shit. the worst kinds of people are here on the server, you have to accept that.

what you build is gonna go. no matter how nice it looks, how far out it is, how tiny it is, whatever. its how 2b2t works. when you build, you have to remember that its going to get destroyed one day.

you aren’t safe. no matter how far away you are, or how nice that one person is. don’t get lulled into feeling secure, stay on edge. better safe than sorry.

enderchests are your friend. you’re definitely gonna die, several times, so keep any important things in your enderchest. for more space, put everything into shulker boxes and store the boxes in your enderchest. this is why silk touch pickaxes are something you’ll need: because your enderchest is the only safe place for your items.

signs are the best communication. carry a sign with you, and read all the signs you find. its not important, but its fun to read what people write, and its nice to make your own mark on the world with just a simple sign.

don’t trust anyone. or at least, be cautious of everyone. if you run into someone, expect deaths, and be cautious even if they give you stuff.

you aren’t special. oh, so you watched a bunch of fit videos and know everything about the server? no you don’t, shut up. you’re gonna spam things in chat and grief a bunch of builds to become a notable player? you’re gonna become a minor annoyance, shut up. you read this guide and now know how to become the best 2b2t player ever? my guide is shit, shut up.

everyone hates new players. don’t openly say you’re new. just stick to yourself for the first while of joining.

step four: chat

so you’ve joined, and you connect to see.. the constant spam of chat.

hide the chat. go into settings, and turn chat off. usually chat isn’t worth looking at, except for warning about server restarts. if you wanna keep chat on, just turn down the opacity.

use /ignore. theres bots constantly flooding the chat, so if you wanna keep chat on, spend time quickly ignoring all the bots.

don’t ask for help. you do not wanna let everybody know you’re new, and if you don’t get ignored, people will send gross shit or fake help instead.

if you have a question, ask google. like the point above, asking for help isn’t a good option. search stuff up on google or the 2b2t subreddit before asking chat. and try not to ask obvious questions either.

don’t get into arguments. don’t rile people up or argue, its kinda risky, and again some bad shit will get sent your way. its really not worth it. if you get angry at some gross shit people are saying, just /ignore them, because fighting them will make you just a laughing stock.

step five: escaping spawn

i know what you’re thinking, “tumblr user barrendome! stop rambling and just tell me how to actually PLAY now!”, and yeah yeah, okay, i will.

turn your hacks on. what i’d suggest is turning on storage esp, player esp/tracers, search (search for blocks like melons, crops, wood, etc), and things like that. also keep xray and freecam ready, and make sure you set keybinds for those.

collect, store, die, repeat. i never did this, but my boyfriend did, and it worked incredibly well. he would collect as many resources as he could, store them in an enderchest whenever he saw one, and then either die of hunger or something else. he’d repeat this process until he had enough stuff in his enderchest to get him out of spawn.

save your hunger bar. try not to run, and try not to jump. its hard, but its important. most deaths are from hunger in the first while of playing, so just try not to get hungry. for this exact reason, the main thing you’re looking for is food.

don’t go into the nether right away. spawn nether is impossible to get out of, so travel on the overworld for about 2000 blocks, and then its safe(ish) to go into the nether.

20000 blocks is the safer zone, but its still spawn territory. outside of 50000 blocks is when id consider making a base if you really need to, but try to go much farther if you can.

step six: just outside of spawn

so you’re out of the major spawn area... now what?

find food, farm food. get as much food as you can, thats the most important thing to do at this moment. make sure you have as much food as you could need, and store some in your enderchest.

make a temporary base. you can make a small house, a hole, or even just a dirt hut. just make sure you have a place to store all your extra stuff, and a place to stay for now. (sidenote, don’t put a nether portal right beside your house.)

find a bed. later on, beds aren’t a big deal, but at first they definitely are. try to find or make a bed, and set your spawn somewhere. i’d suggest hiding the bed somewhere near your temporary base, but don’t make it visible.

get geared up. use your xray and get some diamonds, look through dungeons for enchanted books, make yourself tools, etc. its best to get what you need now that you’re out of spawn.

go fishing. you can get food, enchanted books, xp, etc. going fishing is actually super useful. the autofish hack is your friend right now. but don’t go afk when fishing, you can get kicked for it.

remember the nether highway myth. if you have almost nothing, and are travelling on the nether highways, there’s a good chance a high-level player could stumble upon you, take pity, and give you stuff. remember not to trust anyone right away, they could still end up killing you. but there is still a chance that being on the highways could get you everything youd ever need. again, though, make sure to put everything in your enderchest!

step seven: planning and playing.

im ready! ..what do i do now?

make a goal if you haven’t already. if you wanna be a nomad? plan where you’re gonna wander. if you’re gonna make a huge base? plan where to build it and go out there. if you’re gonna go visit monuments? figure out which ones and their coordinates, and start walking. gonna join a group? figure out which one would be safe and fun to join, and try to get in.

get as far from spawn as possible. unless you wanna stay near spawn, try and get 100,000 blocks away or further. and if you really wanna keep a base intact, don’t stay near any of the major highways.

have fun! as rough this server can be to play on, theres a lot of cool stuff you can find, and its important to find joy in the chaos.

and that’s all for now!

i may have forgotten things, so feel free to send me anything i missed! but i hope that everything i was able to write down will be enough to help anybody that wants to join 2b2t.org, the oldest anarchy server on minecraft!

#2b2t #minecraft #mineblr #2builders2tools #fitmc #fit #barrendome #salc1 #minecraft guide #minecraft server #what do i tag this?

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queerlyhalloween · 3 years

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Not to sound like the joker™️ but i hate western society. I know that hair and clothes aren't gendered, so do most of my mates, ive been working hard at unlearning the internalized transphobia that's just a part of being trans in the UK and actually ALLOWING myself to think about going on hormones and dressing in ways other than "ambigious as possible" despite the fact im non-binary

i grew myself a little mullet because ive not been working in the pub and wanted solid snake hair, ive allowed myself to look at my face and the long hair around it and not despair because i know that longer hair doesn't make me a woman, but the moment you go into a shop, or get takeaway or pass by people in the street its all "move out the way of this lady!" and "thank you, ma'am"

i dont want the gender option of 'other' on my ID i want to know 1 good reason why gender should be listed on an ID in the 1st place

ive just come back from the range and i had my hair up like some e-thot fuckboy, i had to go BACK to the range because they got my click and collect order wrong so ive got two members of staff looking over my order, im dressed in black jeans and a black masc-looking ripped shirt, mask covering half my face and as the manager's showing the kid who served me the receipt they go "oh I served that guy earlier" and the manager corrects them "its a lady". I say "im niether" and they both just stare at me like im a toddler. Im already panicking because the air feels the same way it did when some cunt came after me in the pub toliets. "dont worry about it :)" i say, they both turn back to the tills and completely ignore me.

Anyway, micro-aggressions, ive experienced a lot of them for many reasons over the course of my life and today ive decided to snap.

Not at the people in the range like, just in general.

I will never pass. That's just an element of trans euphoria i will never get to experience. Not right off the bat, anyway. Not where i live, and most likely not in my lifetime. Maybe for kids in LA or Brighton, and hey power to you guys man im happy for you, but people assume or guess m/f when they look at me and they will never get it right.

So when i see people on this site try and twitter etc rank "who's the most oppressed"™️ like a godamn smash bros tier list it blows my mind because of all the things you could spend your days doing thats what youre expending energy on?!

You could be the exact same age, race, sex, gender, sexuality, you could have the exact same disabilities, mental health conditions and money in your bank as another person on this site and you'd still never understand what they've been through. Our experiences, our families, our morals and lives are always gonna be different and the moment you try to write definitive rules on whose got it worse you've already lost and you're already wrong. Oppressed classes are not a fucking hivemind and pretending they are is only going to cause you more problems. I get the strong sense that some of you looked at the word intersectionality, went "ah yeah, i know what that means" having never read up on the matter, then proceeded to play the pain olympics.

And its creating a culture where kids feel the need to spills their souls online to justify living their lives!

You've not listed your disabilites in your bio so you're able-bodied. You're Irish but haven't listed your race so you're white. You're cis man so you've never played with gender and suffered as a result. You're asexual so clearly you're a cringeworthy baby who's never experienced a wrong-doing in their life.

The reverse is true too, if you list every aspect of yourself then you're automatically honest. The more opressed you are the less likely you are of causing harm to others. Psht, don't have a carrd in this day and age? What are you, a fraud? cishet white man playing make believe? Post a selfie or face the wrath of ozymandaus. What's privacy? It takes me 3 minutes to read the bio on this discourse side-blog so clearly they're an angel.

my mam abused me for years, she did the same to my brother when i left home at 18 and my dad drank himself to death. My nan, his mother, never believed me because my mam's a disabled woman with a lot of trauma, and at 14 how do you explain to the woman who takes you to the beach that it's WORSE because as she's beckoning you to the side of her bed so she can scream point blank in your face, or hit you, you're never truely sure, you're thinking about running away because of course she physically can't chase you but she can throw. And then where would you go if you did buggar off?

"You have to sleep sometimes" she used to say to me when I'd piss her off. Other days she told me horror stories about kids in care, and disabled people having their kids taken away, made me promise that I'd always love her and always be her baby, and I'd do that for her because she's my mam, she'd be satisfied then ignore me for a while. I grew up thinking that was entirely normal until i'd tell funny family stories at school and nobody would laugh. The closest I got to truely running away was when I changed my name and pronouns and her rejection, turned to vitriol one night and I so, so, nearly held a knife to my throat and simply fell forwards in the uni showers. Obviously I didn't do that.

But she's had a shitter life than me thus far so she's in the right, as the online black/white dichotomy states. I keep her at arm's length but I'm unable to cut her away without losing the rest of my family because I dared defy the role of eldest child and care for her as I've done my whole life, as is expected.

we need to take things on a case by case basis, and learn when stuff is none of our business.

"Hey! :) I see you've reclaimed (X) slur, without submitting the proper paperwork. Real quick tell me every trauma you've ever experienced or I'll write a callout post :) delete this anonymous message (as is your right) and i'll assume you as sus ❤"

you can only call yourself a dyke if on your 13th birthday, the moon's tender rays struck you through your bedroom window and gave you your first wet dream about girls.

Great, cool. I have no interest in calling myself a dyke, i cant call myself a lesbian because it makes me dysphoric, thats why im queer, but i can assure you that when 3 kids from catholic school pinned me under the bridge and threatened to cut me open for being a "dirty dyke tramp" they didn't play 20Qs with me first to check that i was actually a lesbian.

if your first thought is "well thats just misdirected homophobia, so youre not ACTUALLY a victim" log the fuck off and consider what's wrong with you. Because all our oppressors care about is sniffing out the wrong on you and beating it out, they dont care what breed of wrong it is.

so you're going to spend your day, the enlightened adult that you are, frothing at the mouth because some 15yr old dared call themselves butch despite them being OnLY a BiSexUAl? You're gonna say that trans woman deserves to be suicidal because yes she may be trans BUT she's from the UK, so clearly she loves her horrid country and government. You're gonna say that black lad deserves racial abuse because he's trying to focus on his studies rather than go to protests. That 19yr old who's living in poverty deserves it because they work for Amazon. Texans deserve to freeze to death because there are republicans in Texas.

You're going to harass a complete stranger coming to terms with the parts of themselves society has taught them are worthless at best because they're not doing it the way YOU think is right.

This post has not ended where I started it but I really dont care:

Some of you are so fucking desperate to be the bullies you never got to be in secondary school and it shows. But you're cowards. You can't just admit you want to divide and concur so you do it in a new woke way and when your time on this earth is done, you'll have commited the same pain that's been dealt to you and wonder why you died miserable in a world thats more or less the same.

okay to reblog but dont @ me for a debate because i have, like, real problems and will just block you

#tw suicide mention #child abuse #homophobia #transphobia #ablesim #racism #*muffled screaming*#im shit at tagging sorry if i missed anything but im out i think

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norgestan · 4 years

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back in s2 the tag was full of people being mad at the writters for not make cris came out to her parents you think they take that and thats why they are adding that plot to cris and kassim? also the tag was so full in s2 there was different icons in every post, people from other remakes watching but only commenting drama was wild

i miss those times where people saying “oh but fans complained about ____ not happening in this season will they add it on later ones” did absolutely nothing to me because i knew eskam didn’t rely on fanservice and they always did whatever they deemed necessary on their terms, for their storylines. now i live in fear that they’ll shoehorn yet another popular trope on this season to make people tune in.

to answer your question, anon, i have two overall thoughts about all this:

1) looks like us thinking that cris not coming out to her parents was a way of telling the audience that she didn’t need to come out to everyone in her life, that all of that would happen whenever she wanted, and only if she wanted it, wasn’t really what the show wanted to tell us. for eskam, the only way to be fulfilled as a queer person is to come out to your entire family. and so joana is out to her parents and they’re super cool with it, lucas came out to his parents after being afraid for a long time and they took it well, cris will come out to her parents because it’s what the last season was hinting towards, and kasim will tell dounia the truth aka come out to her (and if he doesn’t do it know they’ll do it later). so it’s not like eskam is correcting their previous statements now: this has been their plan all along.

2) i think it has less to do with addressing previous criticisms and more to do with their history of fucking up characters of color. wanting to tackle homophobia in muslim communities is... such a weird thing to do in a sana season? it makes sense in the isak season and eskam pulled it off really well in s2. but kasim is basically a character created to have that conversation, as well as to give lucas a long-term boyfriend (i miss you iván). except that in the way eskam has introduced kasim, they can’t really go into what it means to be muslim and lgbtq without leaving amira’s pov, and that’s why they’re making kasim force himself into amira’s life. the slightly smarter decision would’ve been to a) make amira and kasim be friends with no lying or forced bearding so these conversations come out naturally and work as a way to challenge amira’s views of her religion AND teach something to the audience, or b) make the extra clips be from kasim’s pov. so far, it’s been a lot of showing and not telling. why should i believe that kasim coming out to his muslim friends/family members is the end of the world when, so far, amira has been perfectly okay with cris being bi? when we haven’t seen any evidence of the trials of being lgbtq in muslim spaces? like, in s2 they SHOWED us cris’ dad saying homophobic slurs, lucas getting punched for being gay, cris suffering from lesbophobia, etc. the show needs time to treat this story with nuance and yet they didn’t even try. they’re also failing at making kasim a likable, compelling character and he’s frustrating to watch because he’s a self-centered asshole and he’s always making amira uncomfortable. my bet is that if kasim had been a white gay, eskam would’ve put more effort into this, besides giving their fouth lgbt character only two traits: misogynistic stubborn asshole, and gay tragedy.

#skam españa #meta #answered

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lifesucksheres20bucks · 5 years

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Prompt: Eddie and Richie separate for college and they’re both devastated but won’t admit it and one of them surprises and comes to see the other bc they can’t take it and they need to Congress they’re love

THANKA FOR THE REQUEST

ONLY A FACETIME AWAY

Eddie was so excited to be going to University, he was finally going to be away from his mother. However, there is a down side to that, he would also be away from the losers, from Richie. He doesn't know why but he got really close to Richie this year (as if that was even possible). He thinks that deep down they both knew they suddenly had limited time together and decided to make the best of it. Richie slept over a lot, they cuddled under the covers, it was their little secret, they wouldn't dare talk about outside the confines of Eddie bedroom. They both knew it was a temporary thing, something they shouldn't get attached too but they both did.

The first week of University was hard on Eddie, he was extremely nervous about being completely alone for the first time, he had a really hard time adjusting to the shared showers in his dorm and his roommate was a very obnoxious fuck boy who brought chicks home almost every night. To say that Eddie was feeling homesick was an understatement. The only thing that made him feel better was the out of the blue, facetime call he got from a certain Trashmouth.

“Hiya Eds, how New York treating ya?” Richie said as he plopped down on his bed.

“It’s okay I guess, my roommate is kind of a dick though and I really miss all of you guys. So actually not that okay after all.” Eddie said with a sad grin.

“Aw Spaghetti, i'm sorry to hear that, I miss you too, uhm, all of you.”

“ Thanks, how about you? How’s California?”

“It’s really greats Eds, you would love it here. I’ve already made friends so that’s cool, plus my roommate isn't a shit so everything is pretty darn good.” Richie said with the biggest smile.

“Oh you already made new friends? Thats cool…” Eddie looked away, trying to stop the tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

“Hey Eddie, don't be upset. You’re still my number 1 best friend, nothing is going to change that. These people aren't as cool as you and the losers, they’re just university friends. Temporary replacements until I get my Eds back.”

“They better be, if not i'm going to fly to California and beat you up.” Eddie said grinning.

“If that what it takes to make you come to California, then they are definitely better than you. Come beat me up now, please. “ Richie started to laugh at his own joke, while Eddie’s heart started to beat faster.

“You miss me that much Trashmouth? Wow didn't think you would be that clingy.”

“Of course I miss you that much, your my little Eddie spaghetti. How can I live without my favorite carb.”

“Okay Beep Beep Richie. I have to get going. I wanna take a shower before they stalls get crowded. Talk to you soon?”

“I’ll call you tomorrow, promise”

“Good.” Eddie put his phone down and smiled into his pillow, he couldn't wait until tomorrow.

The boys talked everyday for months, both of them making plans to visit and both knowing it wouldn't happen anytime soon.

One night Eddie was woken up by a call from Richie, he looked at the time. 4h27 in the morning. What the fuck? He looked over at his roommates bed and was happy to see an empty bed.

“Hey Richie, what's wrong? Why are you calling me so early?”

“EDS! Look omg its eds, he’s *hiccup* cute, oh eds you’re so cute. Cute!CuteCute!” Richie said as he slurred his words.

“OH god Richie, are you drunk? Really your drunk calling me right now? I don’t have time for this, i have a big day tomor-”

“Shut up Eddie, i wanna tell you a secret.” Richie said, trying to act serious

“Okay, what’s the secret”

“I miss you, i miss your cuddles, those are the best” Richie started looking in the distance, forgetting he had a phone in his hands. “ I never kissed Eddie, I should have kissed Eddie, his lips look so soft. He's like a little koala, ahhh so cute, little koala bear Eds. ah I love him so-” the phone then feel and seconds later Eddie heard snoring coming from the other end. He hung out as quickly as possible.

What the hell was that supposed to mean? Richie loved him? Wanted to kiss him? No, no its just because he's drunk, right? He called Bev right away.

“Eddie, what the fuck dude, its so fucking early. This better be good”

“Oh trust me it is. Richie just drunk called me and told me he loved me and wanted to kiss me.”

“Holy shit, this is good. What did you say?” Bev said as she sat up in bed, eager to hear the rest.

“ I didn’t say anything, he fell asleep before I could process everything. I probably isn't real right? I mean he was drunk, that doesn't mean anything.” Eddie said biting his thumb.

“Well Eddie, most people say what they really mean when their drunk. I think he meant every word.”

“Fuck this cant be happening!”

“ Why not? Don't you love him back? Bev said confused

“Shit, how do you know that?” Eddie looked worried

“Me and the rest of the losers kinda figured it out, wasn't very hard you both look like lovesick puppies.”

“Well, that's great. Listen Bev, thanks for listening. I have to think about all of this mess now.”

“Okay Eddie, let me know what happens. Love you”

“Love you too bev” He said as she hung up the phone.

Eddie didn't sleep the rest of the night. The next morning, he just went about his day and tried to stay focused on his classes. It was no use, the only thing he could think about was Richie.

Eddie was in his room doing homework he kept looking at the time pass by. Still no call, he thought. Gosh, what if Richie realized what he said and didn’t want to speak to Eddie ever again. He slowly started to panic and ended up sobbing under the covers until he heard his phone buzz next to him.

Open the door

He saw Richie’s name and thought he was having a hallucination. Why would RIchie text him that? He went to open the door and a tall mop of curls waited for him.

“Hiya Eds” Richie said as he combed his fingers through his hair.

Eddie just leaped forward and wrapped his hand around the taller boys neck.

“Omg Richie i can’t believe you're here” Eddie whispered into his ear.

“I couldn't deal with being this far away from my eds. I'm sorry about last night, that not exactly how I wanted to tell you all those things. I hope I didn't scare you or anything, its okay if you don't feel tha-”

He was cut short with lips colliding on his. For a second he was shocked but soon melted into the kiss. It was the most magical feeling in the world, finally being able to kiss his Eds.

“I love you too, ‘Chee” Eddie said with the brightest smile on his face.

They ended up staying in bed for the rest of the week, just spending as much time as they could together. Long distance wasn't going to be easy but everything was going to be okay.

Perm Tag list: @eddiefuckinkaspbrak , @thepurplepanther , @topsyturvytabby, @callmechee

#it chapter two #IT movie #reddie imagine #reddie prompt #reddie au #reddie fic #reddie fanfic #reddie #reddie soft #college reddie #it #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak

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Okay okay....fat MC shopping with Lucio in the market and trying things on and just bein CONFIDENT AF but someone comes and tries to put them down about it and makes snide marks to Lucio while he waits outside the dressing room eue -👑

You’ve always wondered what blood looked like dripping down his gauntlet and now you know.

Anyway, I’m gonna give you a short lil fic! ( i say short like its not 1120 words)——————————————————————————————

They quietly stepped into the makeshift stall behind the stand, drawing the curtain in front of them. Making quick work of the task, they slipped off their own shirt and quickly buttoned up the one Lucio had handed to them to try on. He was always taking them down to the fashion district to buy new clothes. Lucio loved being able to shower them in gifts; it was a form of affection he knew how to give. Not to mention the fact that he loved showing them off in public, giving any excuse to shower them in compliments and gaze at them lovingly.

All of the local vendors had started carrying larger sizes in their clothes since Lucio started bringing them around, or, rather, since Lucio gave them all an earful about the lack of options for his lover. They were the finest in all of Vesuvia and they were going to get to dress like it. After all, he reminded them, it was a privilege to them that he frequented their shops to begin with.

As they were buttoning up the shirt, they realized the top two buttons would not meet, so they left them open. If the style was good enough for Lucio, it was good enough for them. They were used to things not quite fitting right, but it never bothered them. They stepped out of the dressing room, throwing their hands out dramatically.

“What do you think?” They asked with a grin before striking another pose. Lucio traced his fingers along their exposed chest. Stepping back, he surveyed them with a hungry glimmer in his eye. They loved the way he looked at them and how it bolstered their already very high confidence.

“I think the style is exquisite, you pull it off expertly ,if i say so myself.” He made a small showing of smoothing down the lapels of his jacket on either side of his chest. “But,” his nose wrinkled, “the color is doing nothing for your eyes. Here.” He shoved a long robe into their arms, covered in ornate gold detailing. “I think this will be more to my liking on you–sorry, to your liking.” It was good for him that their taste in clothing was, largely, whatever made Lucio compliment them the most.

Slipping back into the dressing room, they started to undress, listening to the sounds of the vibrant market around them. They heard Lucio chatting away with the unfortunately cornered stand owner, when suddenly another, slightly slurred, voice came into focus.

“Wooohooo did you lose a bet having to take THAT to go shopping with you today? I’d imagine they take up half the fabric this poor man has to make one shirt.”

“WHAT did you say?” Lucio’s voice was sharp and angry, the whole market seemed to hush at his words.

“Your fat..servant..or whatever they are. Why are you even wasting time on good fabric like this to clothe them. I can’t imagine wanting to spend money on a whale like that.”

They peeked their head out of the curtain, watching the scene unfold in front of them. Lucio looked back at them, his eyes were tense with anger but also, if they weren’t mistaken, a tinge of pain.

“How DARE you speak to me like or about my PARTNER like that! Do you have ANY idea who I am?” He didn’t wait for the man to answer. “I am the COUNT of Vesuvia. I could have you executed for speaking to me like that.” Lucio’s breath has heavy and ragged in his anger. His right hand was clenched tight and his sharp gauntlet fingers were open, poised to attack the strange man. The whole market had gone quiet, his words echoing off the walls; not even the crickets dared to chirp.

“Oh erm sorry, I had no idea.” He desperately tried to backtrack, but Lucio wasn’t having it.

“I ought to–, ugh, I-,It doesn’t matter. If I was who I used to be, you’d be dead already.” He clenched his golden hand and dropped it to its side. “Get out of here, and never come back to Vesuvia, or you’ll never see the light of day again. I’ll personally take care of that.” Lucio’s voice was still loud and angry; the sneer on his face was frightening enough even on its own. The man took off at a wobbly sprint out of the market, turning a corner into the darkness.

Slowly, haltingly, the market crept back to life. Lucio unceremoniously dumped far more coins than needed into the stall owner’s hand and grabbed his partner’s hand, leading them out of the dressing room and into the nearby carriage. As soon as they were both inside, Lucio threw his arms around them tightly, holding them as close as he could.

“Sorry you had to hear that. I’m sorry I didn’t stand up for you better.” His voice caught in his throat slightly. “You wouldn’t have wanted me to hurt him, I don’t think. Thats- That’s all I know how to do.” They opened their mouth to speak, to reassure him, but he kept talking. “But I would have, to insult you like that, to say that stuff about you, I could have sliced him open without a second thought. Spewing those lies about you.” Lucio looked off through the window of the carriage, reminiscing about something nondescript. “Enough about me. Are you okay?”

“Me? I’m not the one that was face to face with that jerk.”

“Yeah, but…” Lucio pouted slightly. “Nothing he said was true, you know that right? Nothing.” He held their hand so tightly they hardly had any feeling left in it. “You’re, hm, worth spending all the money in the world on. I want you with me- I want to be with you. You're more than dazzling.” They were taken by surprise by his earnest emotions. Noticing the adoring look in their eyes, he regained his composure and flashed a winning smile. “Besides, I have great taste, you included.”

Lucio wound his arm around their waist; it sank into their softness slightly. They leaned up and kissed him square on the mouth, taking him by surprise. “You’re cute when you’re defensive of me.” They kissed him again, leaning into it more than the first. “You’re cute all the time, to be honest.” They felt the warming blush spread over Lucio’s face at their words. When their lips parted, Lucio looked down, processing the robe that he had so hastily purchased as they left.

“This robe I picked out was a good choice. I think it’d look even better,” his fingers trailed down their chest, “thrown over a chair in my chambers. Don’t you think?”

#Anonymous #the answer that i have crossed out i think is a reasonable response for like Merc!Lucio hes definitely killed for less #lucio #lucio the arcana #count lucio #lucio morgasson #lucio the arcana game #mine #fatphobia tw #would he still be count of vesuvia in his upright end? probably not #is he going to be for the sake of this fic making sense? yes #also im so sorry i made this about lucio's emotional growth #fat!mc #fat mc

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lovelymaybankk · 4 years

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cant do anything - jj maybank

req: no

#1 angst: I can’t do anything right

w.c: 1.641

tw: mentions of abuse, death, swears, mentions of beer & drugs

a/n: i love jj sm. and im dying my hair pink tehe. also this ones in lowercase bc im lazy. this is rlly bad

it wasn’t odd for jj and y/n to sleepover anywhere but their own houses. they both dealt with their own fair share of shit, desperately doing anything to never be home. though they never talked about it, they knew they were both going through the same things. y/n would have bruises around her hips and ribs, while jj normally had them on his stomach or even around his spine.

so currently, the two were laid out on the dock beside john b’s house. they were silent, jj sitting up first. its been atleast two weeks since jj had even seen his father. and even though he was a dick, no matter how hard he would try he still found love somewhere in his heart for the man. y/n glanced at him, wondering why he had gotten up. so she matched his sitting position, but instead faced the boy.

“what’s wrong?” y/n asked, legs crossing as her hands went to her knees. she looked peaceful, brushing hair behind her ear.

“i should go home.” jj sighed, not wanting to but he needed to see how his father was. honestly, he knew he shouldn’t go home. he should go as far away from home as possible. but something in him told him he needed to go home. there was a pit in his stomach that he couldn’t explain, using his hands to push himself up and off of the dock.

y/n’s eyebrows furrowed, again matching the boy and standing. “what?” she asked, looking at the taller as if he had two heads. jj shrugged, letting out a heavy sigh. he knew what y/n would say, ‘you’re crazy, hes insane!’ but jj turned on his heel, not responding to his best friend.

y/n trailed behind him, basically interrogating the boy, “i have a bad feeling.” jj finally responded, going inside the chateau. the girls head shook, letting a breath out she didn’t know she was holding.

“you’re probably just hungry. you haven’t eaten recently,” y/n commented, grabbing the boys bicep to stop him. he shook out of her grip, opening the door to the empty room where they had been staying.

“jj,” y/n sighed, leaning against the door frame as she watched her best friend grab his bikes helmet. “you know what hes gonna do.” they had an unspoken rule, never bring up the others home life. the comment that she made made jj stop, looking at her with angry eyes.

“you don’t know shit.” jj snarled, but she did. they both knew what was going to happen. he pushed past her, shoes clicking loudly on the wooden floorboards.

john b entered the house from the deck, staying silent as he watched his two best friends seemingly argue. his arms crossed, tutting to himself as he left to leave them by themselves.

“yes, i do.” y/n argued, now getting angry. he had never wanted to go home, but now he did? “i know your dad.” she seethed, chasing jj as he left the house and walked to his bike.

“god, y/n. lay off. alright? i don’t have a good feeling. i’ll be back soon, holy shit.” jj snapped, putting on the helmet as he sat on the motorbike. y/n stopped a few feet away.

“ok.” she huffed, watching him speed off. y/n rolled her eyes, turning and going to meet the rest of the group on the deck. “that boy is gonna kill himself.” she took a seat beside kie, arms crossing.

“what happened?” pope questioned, leaning back and crossing his arms. y/n shrugged, not even knowing to be honest. one minute they were fine, next minute y/n cared to much and jj got all prissy on her.

jj drove angrily to his house, not even knowing why it mattered. y/n had pissed him off, asking to many questions. he hates questions. especially from the girl who he loves. likes. he never accepted his feelings, face heating up at the thought of loving her. without knowing, he sped up, taking a sharp turn into his driveway and stopping.

why had he come home? jj’s breath shortened, stopping the bike and getting off. his foot tapped against the dirt below him, tossing down the helmet. he slowly walked towards the house, entering quietly. “dad?” jj called out, trying to stay silent.

no answer. the next thing jj knew, he was walking into the living room. his breath stopped. his dad was on the couch, empty beer bottles discarded around him. normally, he would think he passed out. but his chest laid still, body looking almost pale. jj knew what happened. his heart felt like it stopped.

his dad. the piece of shit he grew up. his only guardian. was dead. on their couch. jj fell to the ground, knees shaking. he couldn’t breathe. everything felt numb.

it had been two weeks since the group had seen jj. over time, everybody just became more than nervous. so today, they finally decided to see him.

john b got out of the van first, his heart beating in his ears. he slammed on the door, not caring if jj’s dad heard him. “jj!” he screamed, hands turning red from how hard he was hitting the door.

y/n wasn’t far behind, putting her hand on john b’s shoulder. the other two followed them, hearing shuffling behind the door. the door swung open, revealing a definitely high jj. they all let out a breath, y/n pushing past john b and wrapping her arms around the taller. he shrugged her off, looking at her with confusion.

“hey guyss,” jj slurred, almost falling over. he seemed thinner. had he been eating?

“oh jj,” kie let out a soft sob, doing what y/n had done and hugging him. but only, she wasn’t shrugged off. y/n felt a heartache, body seeming to shake. “where the fuck have you been?” kie pulled out of the hug, feeling the stares from her friends.

jj shrugged, opening his arms to show the messy house. “here.” he continued to slur, bloodshot eyes struggling to stay open. “when i came homee..” he struggled with words, eyes tearing up at the though of the memory. “i had a baaaddddd feelin’.” the pogues could barely tell what he was saying.

“and i was riht.” jj muttered, rubbing his eyes. “my dad died.” he said in a soft voice, and everybody stopped. the air went thick. of course, the drunk boy didn’t notice. he fell over onto the floor, john b quick to move and grab him.

hours later, jj woke up from his slumber. his head pounded, ears ringing. everything around him was fuzzy, he could just barely make out a figure infront of him. as his eyes refocused, he noticed the figure to be y/n. he sat up immediately, running his hands through his hair as he watched girl slumped over herself, head handing low as she seemed to be asleep.

as jj moved, y/n woke up quick. “holy shit,” she let out a heavy breath, hands shaking as she got up to hug him. jj leaned into the touch, staying silent as he listened to her breathing. “i thought you died.” y/n mumbled, concern growing for the boy. he didn’t seem to be high or drunk anymore.

“i’m sorry,” jj didn’t want to let his emotions get the best of him. but watching his dad get taken away two weeks ago, leaving him alone left him broken. he didn’t want to be fixed. he barely ate during those two weeks, drinking mainly vodka and beer, abusing the powers of weed and his juul. he wasn’t healthy, but again, he didn’t want to be fixed.

“i just- i was so worried.” y/n stayed in the hug, refusing to let go. she pulled away after a few minutes, sitting at where his feet were. “why didn’t you tell us?” she questioned softly, hand resting on where the boys calf was.

“i felt so weak.” jj admitted, his stomach churning. “i just- i couldn’t move. i couldn’t talk. i should’ve-” he finally broke down, the happy face that y/n remembered hadn’t been there for two weeks. tears quickly ran down his face, pooling at the chin before dropping onto his shirt and soaking it. “i can’t do anything right. if i wasn’t such a fuck up this wouldn’t have happened.” jj sobbed, hands covering his face as his knees pulled to his chest.

jj couldn’t breathe. his breath shortened, his heart seemed to speed up. y/n moved quickly, cooing softly at the boy as she pulled him into a hug. they stayed like that for a little, y/n comforting the boy as he let out all of his emotions until he felt empty. he stopped crying, rubbing his eyes.

“are you okay?” y/n asked, her hand going onto his knee. he stayed silent, and from that she knew her answer. “jj, im gonna be honest. i was worried sick. the moment you stormed out i was so confused, maybe even heartbroken.” she let out a soft, sad chuckle. jj pulled his head up, connecting their eyes. “you’ve always been there for me. you mean the world to me in ways i don’t think you fully understand. i have to say this now.” she wanted to distract the boy, because thats what she was best at, “i love you.” y/n looked in his eyes for any emotion, but she couldn’t tell what he was feeling.

jj grabbed her cheeks with his hands, pulling her close and closing the small gap between them. y/n was shocked, but soon leaned into the touch.

jj’s mind was occupied, realizing. shit, i coulda been doin this longer?

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crimsonbluemoon · 5 years

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Sorry my moodboard request is kinda late! Could i ask for a deleted scene with squirrel and ohm interacting? I hope thats specific enough ajskak

Is it possible? Crim got TWO drabbles out in one day? Is this real life? Yes, yes it is. ^.^

Uh so I kinda wrote this starting with Ohm and Squirrel, then tossed in Cartoonz, and made it bro-moments and romantic moments so I hope you dont mind.

Please, enjoy!

“Do it again.” Ohm didn’t let his face show any sympathy when he set himself back onto the ground, wings easing back to rest while waiting for his opponent to rise from the training floor. Being younger did not aid the angel in front of him, Ohm waiting patiently for Squirrel to groan and push himself back to his feet.

“Why do I have to do this again? I’m just a messenger angel!” The fire of the newest addition to their motley crew was evident even when he scowled, showing his dislike of the current predicament with a dramatic roll of his shoulder. Ohm had hardly put any energy into his attacks, meaning that his fellow angel was just trying to play up his protest. Silently, Ryan promised not to let the malleable youngster hang out with Smiity or Mini any longer unsupervised.

“If you plan to continue hanging around strong beings like the Phoenix and Test Your Luck, then you need to be ready for creatures who don’t look at our kind in a positive light. They’ll challenge you, may even try to kill you outside of the bar to make a point. It would be safer for you to not continue staying around here as much as you have.”

“But Nogla’s gonna be coming back from Louisiana tomorrow and he promised me one of those weird fried animals on a stick that humans love.” The excitement on Squirrel's face made Ohm’s frown deepen, taking a step closer while letting his voice lower.

“Has the Council spoken about your closeness to humans yet?” A flicker of fear was barely there, but Ohm honed in on it far faster than his ally could shrug it away. “Squirrel.”

“Probably said something about it last time, but it wasn’t even the Council. Just one of their lapdogs.” Since the battle with Grigori, Squirrel had taken a new perspective on the rule of the angels, which Ohm hated to admit was contributed to by Cartoonz and the others. While he still did his job, and never slacked off in any of his duties, he had found a weird connection with their group that Sat- that other angels never had. Squirrel seemed to enjoy their company, and despite finding humans far inferior, never held that against them. It was a reckless way to think for an angel as young and easily swayed as Squirrel, and Ohm knew the angels would not tolerate the youthful rebellion for long.

“You need to be careful,” Ohm cautioned, trying not to overstep his role in the younger angel’s life.

“Funny, I don't remember adopting another weak scrapper.” But Luke, who dropped an arm around Squirrel’s shoulders and dragged him in for a playful ruffle of his hair, didn’t seem to care about rules and lines not being crossed. “What kind of danger are we pulling this guy out of this time?”

“Aw, not my hair,” Squirrel groused quietly, though didn’t pull back from the arm holding him. Ohm watched the scene unfold quietly, unsure if it was anxiety or something softer making his feathers flutter when Caroonz grinned down at Squirrel.

“Out with it, cupid. Who’s bullying you on the playground now? Those earth elves tripping you in the bar again? The shifters impersonating you? John telling people you wear girl underwear to bed?” The flush on Squirrel’s face proved that he remembered each of the memories vividly, with the last one having… strange results in the bar. Panda nearly set two people on fire by the end of it, though somehow neither had been John. Each time, however, it was either Luke or Ryan that had come to Squirrel’s rescue, though Ohm refused to look into why that was.

“Just the other angels ribbing me about… uh-” The guilt in Squirrel’s eyes turned to Ohm for a moment before his back stiffened, which both Cartoonz and Ohm picked up on.

“About what, kid?” But the tease was gone in Luke’s voice, and Squirrel seemed to know he wasn’t getting out of the bear trap he walked into.

“They’re just saying I’m going to be the next Ohmwrecker.” To his credit, Squirrel tried not to say the name like a slur, or something to be ashamed of. But Ohm knew the truth about how the angels saw him; he was a disgrace to their kind, falling for a demon and letting himself become tainted. It didn’t matter that he’d helped save the world and kept all of them alive. Once the danger of Grigori was gone, their judgment and distaste in him returned. There was no salvation for his title, and he knew that.

But Squirrel was different.

“You need to listen to them.” He knew how intimidating his voice could become when he spoke with his shoulders set and eyes focused, even behind the red cloth. Ignoring the scowl that Cartoonz sent toward him, he poured his attention into Squirrel and continued. “This isn’t up for debate; if the angels are speaking of you that way, there’s only a matter of time before they begin to question your loyalty. You are putting yourself in a position to become compromised by the humans and if your soul becomes blackened or even shaded with their sins-”

“I don’t want to be like them.” The bold claim caught Ohm off guard, Squirrel showing his own form of fortitude when glancing to Luke and giving half a grin. “You two are the bad guys up there, but to me? You’re… kind of my heroes. So if they say I’m like you, I don’t really mind. It’s better than being warped into what the Council tries to make us all be.”

“They’ll kill you if they hear you say that.” Like a band-aid not ready to be ripped off, Ohm’s stomach clenched in pain when Satt’s memory seeped into his head, remembering the consequences of his independent actions. Siding with Grigori was heinous, but the Council’s ability to judge right and wrong when it came to angels always felt harsher than necessary.

“That’s probably true. But at least I’ll be going out happy with myself.” It was sombering to hear Squirrel’s ease at accepting his likely fate, seeming to know his place in the angel’s pecking order far more than angels twice his age. Still, his smile was bright, hiding the hint of tears and fear edging his eyes. “What a human thing to say, right? ”

“Fuck, why are you angels so dramatic?” Luke’s voice was quick to break the moment, his clawed hand dropping on Squirrel’s head again in order to catch both of their attention. His eye only glanced to Ohm for a moment before turning back to Squirrel, serious yet soft in its stare. “If you think I’m going to let the Council of aging up there kill you because you’re turning out to be a little too Ohm-ish for their liking, you can stop that stupid ass thought right now. I happen to like Ohm, if you haven’t noticed, so having more angels like him isn’t a bad thing.”

“Cartoonz,” Ohm spoke softly, but didn’t have much else to say in protest.

“So you keep being you, and let me handle those holier-than-thou chickens up there. If they wanna kill you, I’ll make sure they know they’ve gotta take me out first. You got that?”

“Got it,” Squirrel answered instantly, wings perking up at the wide grin Cartoonz gave before patting his head. It was a softer moment that, a year ago, Ohm would have never been able to predict. Cartoonz was not the demon hellbent on destroying the angel society as he’d been presented for years to Ryan, but the kind Luke he’d fallen for despite his demonic blood. And in moments like these, it was obvious how easily he had fallen from grace to be with Cartoonz.

“Ohm?” Blinking once, he looked up to catch Luke’s arched eyebrow. “You okay?”

“I’m okay.” He answered, surprised with how easily the words came out.

Because for the first time in a decade, he actually meant them.

#Libahunt #Libahunt drabblez #Ohmwrecker #DeadSquirrel #Cartoonz #Ohmtoonz #<3 #BBS #Crimson is on a roll??#fluffy goodness #please enjoy!#percylovesbluefood

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