#I just read something and it made me angry so this probably sounds really aggressive 🥴
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Season Finale
Sick and tired of reading about people say that Dazai knowing about the plan beforehand somehow takes away from the genuineness of the skk moments
You mean you WANT Dazai to choose to kill Chuuya for the greater good and then not give a shit immediately after?? Ignoring the speech for a second, the reason he was able to be so carefree after “killing” Chuuya is because he KNEW Chuuya was gonna be okay.
First of all, Dazai knowing Chuuya wasn’t gonna die doesn’t take away from his speech. He replayed all those memories for himself, nobody else was seeing what was happening in his head. He was GENUINELY upset at the idea of losing Chuuya and having to put Chuuya through that, DESPITE knowing Chuuya would be okay. He was STILL upset. That’s way better than him thinking he just killed Chuuya, sparing him a thought, not even crying (bc no that wasn’t a tear) and then just moving on being silly as if nothing happened.
And then the other speech him saying that they’re destined to - do you seriously think he’d just make that up for shits and giggles? He was being serious. If he was gonna play it up for Fyodor’s sake he would’ve said the most emotional out of pocket line to ever be written, which to them would be related to him leaving Chuuya behind. But no he just said they’re destined to do something.
Dazai talks a lot about the past to Chuuya (Chuuya does not participate) but those two are clearly emotionally constipated bc they never have a conversation about what they mean to each other (which I think is bc Asagiri is not ready to reveal that yet). This was clearly Dazai taking his opportunity to say what he REALLY thinks / feels forcing Chuuya to listen without the commitment. Bc if anyone gets the ick later he can use the convenient excuse of “oh I didn’t mean that” which is bullshit.
And I do think an element of this idea that it’s worse that Dazai had everything planned comes from the misunderstanding that Dazai has completely changed since he was in the port mafia. Dazai just tends to make “better” (as in more objectively good) choices, but he very much still puts on a front. You guys do realize that his silly persona is just that right? A persona? He’s literally being fake every time he’s silly. That’s not his real personality. He’s a morally gray character. He never became a purely good person and he never will. It makes MUCH more sense that he planned everything out with Chuuya beforehand.
He met up with Akutagawa before getting arrested, he probably did the same with Chuuya.
And yes, this means he DID use and manipulate Sigma the entire time. Why wouldn’t he? Sigma has an ability Dazai needed. I’m sure Dazai planned for sigma to not die bc in his role as a detective it’s part of his job to mitigate losses of innocent lives, he knows this, but also bc Dazai needs to know what sigma learned. I genuinely hope there isn’t anyone out there thinking Dazai wouldn’t manipulate sigma bc he cares about him? He just met him. He has no personal investment in him. But he WILL make sure sigma is alive bc of the aforementioned reasons.
#soukoku#skk#bsd skk#yes I did just make a new side blog to post this lol#I just read something and it made me angry so this probably sounds really aggressive 🥴#I swear I’m usually more chill#I also can’t explain how angry and heartbroken I was when I saw in the manga that Dazai didn’t care he just killed Chuuya#and started just messing around with sigma#I genuinely can’t fathom why you guys want that to have happened#I can look back at those scenes and breathe now knowing Dazai knew Chuuya was gonna be okay#I will probably be less angry if anyone replies in a few hours and will be able to have a civil discussion if anyone disagrees lol#tho pls be aware since this IS a side blog I can’t reply directly bc it forces me to reply with my main blog#and I don’t really want anyone to see my main blog#so I’ll have to reblog and then @ most likely#unless this has been fixed??#if I can reply with a sideblog pls lmk#also pls don’t be rude I’ll reply if you respectfully disagree that’s fine but not if you’re just gonna yell at me#I know a lot of this is probably a hot take#but I’m feeling brave what can I say
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I'd do whatever I could do
Summary - you're staying with Joel now, trying to figure yourself out and leaving the QZ to visit some of his friends
A/N: oh my god, I finally did it y'all - finally made the part two for this 👏 Also, I was going through the lyrics of this song and I kind of realised just how daddy issues Joel it is. I'm not gonna list them, but there are definitely a good few lines that stuck out to me. A part 3 might be simmering. We'll see.
Pairing: platonic/father figure!Joel Miller x f!reader (could probably be read as GN tho?)
Word count: 1.8k
Warnings: violence, mentions of past abuse, PTSD, alcohol mention, language, angst, pet names, comfort, paternal issues, very brief mention of a gun
DO NOT COPY THIS FIC IN ANY WAY PLS AND TY.
Part 1 here
You reckoned you had stopped really taking the words in a few seconds after he slammed the door behind him, immediately shrinking back into the couch where you'd previously been sat staring into space, whilst he told you things about his day.
Your eyes darted up at him quickly, lip quivering already. You still didn't know exactly why. Why small things like him touching you too abruptly, raising his voice (never at you, but for some reason it still affected you), loud noises like a door slamming, affected you. But they really did, and he'd come to notice it after only a few days of you staying with him.
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He came back home after a long, difficult, tiring deal. Since your arrival and staying at his place had been so recent, his old habits remained. One of them was to practically shout and stomp his foot in anger as soon as he got back from a trade went south, a bad day out.
"Fuck!" He had gritted through clenched teeth as he threw his bag on the floor, deadset on getting into the kitchen to his whisky to muffle the frustration of the day.
You froze in complete fear and horror as he rounded the corner, his eyes immediately falling onto your trembling figure, clutching the little food packet in one of your hands as your own eyes stared back at him, bulging out of their sockets.
"Shit." He muttered to himself, taking a few steps towards you - not expecting you to immediately drop the packet and raise your hands in front of you, almost cowering before him.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry Joel p-please, I don't-" You stuttered, eyes welling up with tears as you flinched when he took another, more careful, step towards you, already apologising even though you didn't know what you had done.
"Hey, hey, hey. 's okay," he soothed. "C'mere sweetheart. It's okay." And somehow the sound of his voice, so gentle just for you, comforted you immediately.
You stepped into his open arms, body shaking hard with sobs as you choked on your own tears. "I'm sorry." You said, muffled into the fabric of his flannel.
"I told you it's okay. What happened, sweet girl?" He hugged you tight, right hand coming up to rub soothing circles into your back.
"I don't know." You murmured, unsure of what set you off so badly.
"It's okay baby, we'll figure it out. You're okay now."
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That was the first time it had happened, now you were here again. He'd slammed the door, although he wasn't angry. It was just something he did out of habit to ensure it closed properly, but after he saw you shaking like before on the couch, his brows knitted in worry.
"What's wrong?" He asked, a hand coming to rest on your shoulder as you turned to face him slightly, jolting - not as aggressively as you used to - at the touch.
"Nothing. Just- you slammed the door. I think it's one of those.. trigger things you were talking about."
Naturally, Joel had racked his mind and scoured the dozen odd books he had in his apartment to try remember anything about this kind of mental health issue and the things you'd gone through, finally landing on some sort of PTSD. He'd explained it as best he could to you, telling you that the things like someone raising their voice at you and loud noises were 'triggers', things that reminded you of the times with your dad and made you feel that same fear you'd feel with him all over again.
"Right." He nodded, brushing your hair back and out of your eyes a bit. "'m sorry, sweetheart. I'll try not to do it again, yeah?"
You hummed a noise of agreement, making a space beside you for him to sit down on the couch.
He did so and cleared his throat. "Got some news," he began "'s nothin' big, really. Just thought you oughta have a bit of notice."
You turned to face him a little more as he looked up and met your eyes. "I have this deal, with a guy in Lincoln, and I'm due to go see him next week." He told you.
"So.. you're leaving?" You questioned, trying not to seem too hurt by it.
"No, no. I mean- if you don't want to come with me, then yeah, but I'll be back within the month. I just.. don't feel too safe leavin' you here." He explained, and you nodded.
"I don't want you to go. I'll- I'll come with you." You mumbled, and he gently tilted your head up to face him again.
"You're gonna be okay out there? Y'ever been out of the QZ before?" He asked. If you hadn't ever been outside then things could be quite difficult. It would be scary for a young thing like you. Not only that, but you had your triggers, and the gunfire paired with the infected would surely set one of them off - that's why he'd tried putting the entire trip off, but he had to go. That was how he made his living around here, he needed those supplies.
"Mmhm. I've also killed a few infected before, if you're worried about that. Not gonna be completely useless, I'd say." You said with a small chuckle, leaning into his touch subconsciously.
"Okay." He nodded, stroking your cheek gently before standing up and going over to the kitchen to make something for dinner. "And you're not useless, sweetheart, not at all."
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Bill and Frank. That's who they were. Bill was the guy he actually had the deal with, Frank was the one who'd convinced Bill to go along with it in the first place. Frank was the nice one, Joel had told you.
He'd explained a bit before you'd left and more when it came up in conversation as the two of you walked. In and out of forests, weaving between trees, trudging down dirt roads and kicking rocks, on your journey to Lincoln.
A journey that you still would've been able to complete within a day on foot, but that was before the apocalypse. Now there were buildings falling over eachother, and guards near your place of departure which slowed you down, and clickers and the likes which ensured you had to be completely silent in your movements, extending the time of your journey by at least 50%.
You watched as he slaughtered them all though. It should have scared you, at least a little, but it just amazed you. Admittedly, it had shaken you when you saw him completely beat one of the FEDRA guards to death when you were making your way out of Boston. You'd been caught, a guard that wasn't supposed to be there was there and Joel wasn't careful enough.
Things were almost okay, you probably could have haggled your way out of that situation, but when the soldier made a comment about you, a comment about what they might do to a 'bad girl' like you for sneaking out of the QZ, he had simply seen red. He didn't even know he had lunged for the man until he was on top of him, the crunch of the soldier's jaw and Joel's fist coming down on his face bringing him back to reality.
He was protective of you, and rightfully so, and you didn't even care how aggressive he could get with it. He wanted to keep you safe, and would go that far for it, therefore he cared about you. Someone actually cared about you.
"Okay, I think we're gonna stay here for the night." He said, pulling you out of your thoughts as you gave him a small smile.
"Okay."
You both set up a makeshift camp, eating whatever you could spare from your stash of food before getting ready to go to sleep - him denying your offer to take watch like he did before and he'd do everytime.
You sighed, walking off and quickly settling into the sleeping bag, melting into it and relishing the warmth it offered you as you hugged yourself to sleep, body heat almost suffocating you but in a comforting way.
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When you woke up, you thought you actually were suffocating, throwing the cover off of you and crying out his name, the only person you could think of to save you. He was going to get you, he was back, he was coming for you and he'd never leave you alone, he'd take you from Joel and then he'd k-
"Hey, hey. That's not gonna happen, sweetheart, come on, come over here." You didn't realise you were saying those things out loud but it didn't matter as you crawled out of your sleeping bag, letting him pull you into his lap as he cradled you, rocking you back and forth as he kissed your head.
"It's okay, it's okay. Did ya have another nightmare?" He asked, voice calm and low as he tried to comfort you and calm you down.
You nodded quickly, sniffing and breathing erratically as you did.
"Sweet girl. It's okay now, it's okay." He reassured you, hugging you tight and pressing more kisses into your hair. "I won't let anything happen to you, you know that."
"I know." You said quietly, voice cracking as you wiped at your tears. "I'm sorry." You said, somehow in a voice even quieter than before.
He sighed, breathing slowly and deeply - something he knew helped, as he noticed you'd start breathing in time with him to ground yourself, regulate your own breathing during these situations. "Don't go and apologise when you haven't even done anything wrong, sweetheart. You're going through a lot and you're probably still processing everything that happened, it wasn't that long ago when you were still.." he didn't want to remind you of anything too sensitive, trailing off slightly. "Point is, it's all fairly fresh, and it's natural things like these nightmares are gonna be happenin', so don't apologise, okay?" He said, looking into your glossy eyes and brushing your tears away.
"Yeah. I'm-" You were already going to apologise again, making him frown slightly. "Thank you, Joel."
"It's okay. You try get some more sleep now, okay?" He gently helped you off his lap and pulled the sleeping bag back on top of your body, knees cracking as he got back up to walk away to where he was taking watch - when your voice called out for him again.
"Can you stay with me? Please, Joel? I'm just- I'm scared." You mumbled, face growing hot with embarrassment at how pathetic the question felt now you were speaking it aloud.
He pressed his lips together, turning his head to check the area once more before getting his own sleeping bag, placing it by yours, and resting his arm behind your head as you tucked your face into his chest.
"Goodnight." He said softly, stroking your hair slowly.
"Night, Joel." You mumbled into the soft fabric of his shirt, before passing out again, leaving him to lay alone with his thoughts in the cool night.
Thank you sm for reading, I hope you enjoyed! Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated and requests are open! 💞
Tags - @rosierogie @jjlevin
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➙ part one
WARNINGS: physical aggression, self-deprecating thoughts, reader is lonely, isolation, toxic relationship, self mutilation, emotional dependence, jungkook is a really disturbed guy. i'm sorry I forgot something :((((
TAGLIST: @mwitsmejk @outro-kook @lolitaj
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You reality liked Ms Jeon, she seems what people usually reffer to as a good person. She was kind, said you would always be welcome in her house and she even complimented your clothes. You were internally sad as you said goodbye to her, as you would really like to spend more time with her and maybe, also with her son. You liked Jungkook too, he seemed nice. You could be friends, he was looking at you when he got out of the car that morning.
"See you later, Jungkook?" are the first words that come out of your mom's lips when you walk through the front door.
"I was just trying to be nice," you take a deep breath, before turning back to her with a small smile. The last thing you want is to annoy her. "You told me to be nice to the new neighbors," you justifies yourself once again.
"I know, but not with that boy!", she closes the distance between you. "When you told me you were a couple with kids, I was expecting girls!"
"He's my age, and you say I'm a kid, so I thought.." the slap that follows prevents you from finishing your sentence.
"Are you questioning me?!", her voice sounds indignant. "Yeah, you brat, I know what I said, but you know the rules well", one of her hands goes to your neck, where she squeezes without any fear and you don't react. It's not like any physical punishment from her has a big effect on you, but the intention to hurt you in some way is what really hurts you. You hate yourself for making your mother angry, when all she does is protect you. "You know the misfortunes that boy will bring to our lives if you let him, Y/N, so keep your distance. I won't repeat it."
"Alright Mom, I'm sorry," you've probably forced the thousandth smile since you woke up. "It won't happen again, I promise."
"Go to your room and don't leave until I tell you to."
You like being in your room and you like everything about it. It's the only place where you feel free to be yourself, without fear of breaking one of your mother's thousands of rules, where you can really relax. There is no key to the door, but your mother always knocks before entering and you are grateful for that. You are grateful for many things. You usually read some book, obviously selected by your mother, study or write in your diary. You also have a sewing machine, with which you make your own clothes based on descriptions of what the young ladies in the books wear.
You are about to go to your bookshelf to choose something to pass the time, when you notice something in the window. It's Jungkook, he's doing something in one of those shiny boxes people call a computer, you've never approached one, but it looks like fun. The expression on his face is one of pure displeasure, as he quickly presses several buttons and probably scolds someone inside, you see his lips moving. Before you can peek any further, the sound of knocking on the door gains your attention. Is your mother about to fight you again?
"Come in," you quickly close the curtains. She would be disappointed if she found out who your new window neighbor is.
"Hey Y/N", much to your relief, it's Kim Jisoo. Your first, only and best friend.
You met when you were 5 years old, it was Jisoo's mother, the realtor who closed the deal with your mother to buy this house. You became close quickly and Ms. Kim made a point of always bringing her daughter when possible to play with you, as she felt sorry for how lonely you always were. As you grew up, Jisoo kept visiting you on her own. She is the one who brings you news from the outside world, who explains to you about new technologies, things that are popular among people your age. She is also your confidant, to whom you tell things that happen and cannot write in your journal.
You don't understand what makes her so nice to you. Jisoo is a pretty, friendly girl, the type that everyone wants to be around, as she is a good friend. She doesn't have to, but she still insists on coming to see you at least once a week. She is also so fun and funny, she has a kind of charm that makes people like her. Even your mother sympathizes with the girl, so much so that she is the only person allowed in yourr house. You know that she receives a different child from you, that she attends school, has several other friends, travels on vacation and also uses a computer.
You kind of envy her perfect life sometimes, but you know you're partly to blame for living in such a different way. You don't go to school out of fear, you know people wouldn't like a freak like you. You can't even eat the amount of a normal person
"I like your dress, you have talent," she compliments sitting on the edge of your bed. "You could be a stylist, you know?"
"Thanks Soo, I can make one for you"
"I would love!"
It's the first time you've spontaneously smiled since you woke up this morning. The idea of designing and sewing clothes for people enchants you, but it's just a distant dream, since you would have to go to people, but you can't even leave the house.
"So you have new neighbors?" you confirm with a nod. "Have you met them?" your head moves once more.
You are lying side by side on your bed, staring into each other's faces. You like this position.
"Mom made a pie and we took us to them earlier, an adult woman and her son. He's our age," you explains.
"Oh, a boy?", a smile full of ulterior motives forms on her lips and you know what comes next. "What is he like? Is he pretty? Come on, tell me!" her excitement is contagious and suddenly you start talking as excited as she is.
"His name is Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook.", you like his name. "He's quite tall, black hair and.." you try to remember more of his characteristics. "Oh, of course, and he also has some earrings in both of his ears, just like you."
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he curses, slamming both fists into the wooden stand. Keyboard was too expensive to break like that, although he's really pissed off for his third straight loss in yet another game.
He blames the idiot in his duo for getting in his way instead of helping him. He blames his mother, for being so irritating and coming to bother with this business of getting out of the room a little and getting in the way. He blames you too, for not getting out of his fucking head and ruining his concentration.
He feels the mattress sag as he throws himself on the bed, cell phone in hand. A proud smile forms on his lips as he checks his notifications, and damn, there are 58 missed calls from the same number and 347 new messages. He knows very well who it is, even if it's an unknown number.
When opening the chat, he notices some photos and videos between messages, he clicks on a 37 second file. There's a still forearm, then the image of a trembling hand holding a kind of blade, used to draw on the skin. The first letters are JJK and he knows they are his initials, then a heart, followed by the letters CS, which stands for Cassie Smith, his ex-girlfriend.
'How stupid are women', he thinks, rolling his eyes and glancing at the other images, not bothering to read the messages. He knows that in the end it's all "please come back", "I'm sorry, forgive me", "I miss you, where are you?" Her insistence both irritates and amuses him. There are photos taken in a mirror, sexy poses in beautiful lingerie, others of a face in tears, videos of the girl masturbating, audios with desperate screams.
He met Cassie in high school, they became friends and soon things developed into a relationship. She was too good, too clingy, too needy. The ease she provided for Jungkook to manipulate her made everything boring, she made him too bored and he broke up with her, but to his surprise, from there things started to get really fun.
Cassie threatened to get hurt and instead of trying to help her in any way, Jungkook only encouraged her to commit such acts to satisfy his own sadistic desires. Why bother looking for this kind of weirdness on the internet, when there's someone willing to do whatever he wants exclusively for him? Jungkook wasn't stupid, so he made everything look like she was the crazy one, who wouldn't leave him alone and tried to get him back through blackmail.
"Poor Jungkook, goddamn crazy slut!" was what everyone said.
"please seek help and leave me alone"
He sends the message and blocks contact, when another thought pops into his head: you. He knows you can and will make him feel better than Cassie did.
He goes to the window to find out what you were doing, but is disappointed to find the damn curtain hiding the inside of your room. Damn it!
He picks up his phone again and goes to the gallery, where he's created an album dedicated to you, called "Angel." In it is just the photo he took the day before, but he intends to photograph more and more of you. He clicks on the photo and uses it as the basis for the whole plot he creates in his own head.
He'd sneak into your room, you'd be in that same position writing in that notebook, too distracted to notice his presence, then he'd lock the door before sneaking up on you and then... Aggressive knocking on the door.
"Jungkook, come to dinner!", he huffs, it's his stepfather.
He wants so badly to get rid of this guy.
"You want to break the fucking door? I'm not deaf, I'm on my way!" he growls, angry at the interruption.
"Don't use that kind of language with your father, Jeon Jungkook! Apologize immediately", is now his mother. Excellent.
He stands up abruptly and walks to the door in order to unlock it, when he opens it he sees the two with unhappy expressions.
"He's not my fucking father, stop saying that shit!" Jungkook yells close to his mother's face, before slamming the door and locking it again, leaving the couple baffled.
He picks up his headphones and goes back to lie down, completely ignoring the reprimands on the other side of the door. He doesn't give a damn.
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I don’t know about you guys but I am BURNING to just talk about what Tae Su-Mi said. They really made her ableist. Talking about “treatment” for Autism. I had actually written this out before but I was yelling in all caps and then I lost the draft. Probably for the better, as I’ve cooled down now.
I want allistics (non-autistics) to KNOW what this implies, and how I as an autistic person understood it . She suggested treatment for Youngwoo as if autism is an affliction. I’m here to tell you guys, it is not INHERENTLY an affliction. This is relative to each person and how being Autistic effects our daily lives. And you wanna know what “therapy” for autism looks like. It’s ABA. Applied Behavioral Analysis. With discretion, I want people to look up some of the ABA horror stories out there. Not all, but just some. Just to get an idea of how horrible it is. It tries to force the Autism out of the person.
It tries to make us have forceful eye contact, suppress stimming, reprimanding odd social behaviors such as the ones Youngwoo has. It’s hurtful, and it puts an autistic in a corner and says, “Don’t be yourself. That’s shameful. If you behave openly autistic, that is BAD. And if you allow yourself to be this way, you won’t be useful to society.” That’s how I and many Autistics see it. That shit called “ABA” is incredibly damaging mentally. You’re being restrained and forced to act “normal” and in turn, will likely lose touch with who you are. It can be painful for an autistic to force themselves to suppress their behaviors. It’s very sad to see that she even suggested that. It makes her ableist. Trust me, any informed autistic will tell you they despise ABA and anything that’s affiliated with it.
I’m disappointed that this is what they had her character do. These kinds of Autism-centric therapies try to “fix” the autistic person. But we DON’T need to be fixed. We need acceptance, we need accommodations. But we do NOT need to be fixed. This isn’t to discredit other therapies that actually help autistics. Maybe food sensitivity therapy or teaching ways of expression. You guys remember in the first episode, Youngwoo had a chart of her dads expression with labels underneath. Things like THAT can be helpful. Just wanted to make that clear so no one fights in a comment about those kinda things.
At the end of the day, for her character, I don’t think they reinforced her being a bad mom. Did WYW’s dad say anything about that? I personally noted that he didn’t, he was just upset at her thinking he broke his promise. Accusing him of what he had accused CEO Han of. And he was incredibly upset at her saying WYW needed professional help. I was happy with him for saying that. He has SOME right to be angry. Youngwoo is just fine where she is, and she already decided she won’t work for her biological mom.
I wish we got more backstory on Su-mi, see her side of dealing with the pregnancy. I’m waiting on it a bit. I won’t like her for her ableism, but I’ll remain reasonable about the possibilities of her perspective during the pregnancy.
Overall, these episode left me with intense and heavy emotions. Luckily I had a therapy appointment right after, so I let off some steam about other more pressing things on my mind. That helped me relax lol.
Thanks for reading my post! I’m welcoming discussion in the comments about this! If you say something that sounds ableist, I will respectfully call you out. I won’t get aggressive so don’t worry, but I will explain any ableism in your comment calmly and in an informative way.
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𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 | K.JS
✩... barista!jiseok x gn!reader
✩... 0.8k (i think)
✩... crack, a bit of angst, fluff?, coffee shop au
✩... kidnapping, cursing, spit (NOT LIKE THAT HELP), death if you squint, mention of violence, trauma
✩... barista gaon is STUCK in my brain... enjoy!
✩... You and Jiseok are chilling doing your job until your least favored person walks into the cafè. Jiseok takes matters into his own hands.
⎯⎯ ୨ "Whatever. I definitely served justice..." ୧ ⎯⎯
"I'm just saying, they could've beat your ass if you tried harder. You're not really that hard to beat." He joked but looked down at the cup he was drying nervously, holding back a smile from his own statement. He wasn't careful with his words there, and you were ready to slap the shit out of him.
"Yeah, whatever. You're lucky I'm not beating the shit out of you right now, that's exactly why you won't face me." Which made Jiseok look up at you, setting the cup down and crossing his arms with raised eyebrows and an open mouth smirk. "Who won't face you? You wanna do this right now? In the middle of the cafè?" The cafè wasn't as busy as it normally was, the few customers that were in there had already gotten thier orders, but exchanged weird looks at each other as they watched you two behind the counter.
"I won't embarrass you in front of them today. You're safe." You spoke, causing him to roll his eyes and go back to drying the cup. He continued to lean against the counter as he watched you with only one eyebrow raised as you made yourself some coffee and bit aggressively into a pastry.
"Something on your mind or did I piss you off?" Jiseok had a slight smile on his face, but he was genuinely curious, almost worried. You had that look of stress on your face as you watched a man walk towards the cafè doors through the huge glass windows. His wide eyes met the windows, also watching the man. You bit your lip as the guy walked through the door, Jiseok's eyes switching from the man to you a couple of times before he read the room.
Not too long ago, you had finally gotten the courage to talk to your best friend about what happened a couple of months ago. You were sitting in the hospital, waiting to be able to visit your mom until you suddenly felt as if you were being pulled out of your seat. You came to your senses when you were already outside, about to be stuffed into a man's car, this specific man that just walked into the cafè. The only reason you escaped it before getting into the car was because you realized what was happening and kicked him as hard as you could, running home. You couldn't even see your mom after that. Little did you know, that day would be your last chance to see her. "Hey." You wished you could've taken care of him yourself, but you didn't have it in you.
So Jiseok did just that, he took care of it. As he prepared the man's order, he couldn't help but feel angry. He has the nerve to step foot in a public space, knowing what he did to you and probably many others? Who did he think he was? As he gave the man his order, he gave him the fakest and smuggest smile, knowing exactly what he did to not only the food, but the drink too. He knew you'd be proud of him, or maybe you'd just think he was crazy. Either way, he felt like he served justice in a way.
"YOU SPIT IN ALL OF IT?" You yelled with wide eyes, causing you both to receive more weird looks from the customers. Jiseok laughed nervously as he looked at the other people in the cafè, bowing at them before sighing. "What? He had it coming. Who the fuck does he think he is? Does he not feel guilty about anything? God, I swear I would've hurt him. How can people be so sick?"
"Jiseok, you'd get fired." "But it'd be worth i- Wait... you're worried about me getting fired?" A teasing smirk grew on his face as he crossed his arms, you tolling your eyes. "You know what? Beating your ass doesn't sound too bad right now. I can get another job." His smirk quickly disappeared while yours grew as you began chasing him through the kitchen. You really were grateful for him. Who else would spit in someone's food for you? Not just the food, but also the drink. And not just a little bit. Friends like Jiseok were hard to come by, which is why you always bragged about him to your family. He's done so much for you, and you can't help but feel like you owe him no matter how much he assures you that you don't. Little do you know, you do more for him than he does for you, but that's an argument for another time.
#ohmyejun#kwak jiseok#xdinary heroes#gaon imagine#gaon#imagine#i'm going to cry#i'm going insane#anything for him#x reader
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E-E-ERROR, ERROR
The following is a slightly edited log between the Guardian Artifice and Vallis.
It looks at him. It sighs, and puts an actual non-aggressive hand to his shoulder.
"Vallis...the truth is, I'm waiting for the Varzims, the same as you. I had hoped you might be...more like me, but you're not. Not really. It's not even your fault. It's not your fault that you don't realize what you say is so irritating, either, because if I explained, it would just lead to more questions, and I would get angrier, and I can't have you or anyone else knowing too much about me."
"So, what you want won't happen." It says, taking its hand away and looking away.
It isn't remorseful, exactly, its expression hard to read as it often is, but it isn't being malicious either.
Vallis is quiet, trying to keep a straight face when Arty explains, but his own powers betray him as the atmosphere darkens around him and his own distraught emotions leak out. Still, he keeps smiling.
"Ah." he says. "So. You are just biding your time. With me. Is that all? I thought there was a connection. And. I probably could! Be more like you. If I knew what ‘being like you’ was. But. I would like to know. What I can know to stop angering you. Since. Well. It’s not very fair, I don’t think. That I keep making mistakes because you will not explain to me. I want to be trusted! But. Not many people do trust me. I've noticed. Aha. Ha."
He fidgets, looking away from Arty as well, expecting it to get upset with him again.
"It's...all." Arty says.
"Of course it's all, don't you get it?" It says, almost sounding desperate.
"I just used you! You shouldn't want to be more like me! There is nothing like me!" It says, voice crackling and distorted, but not angry, simply full of emotion.
It covers its face with both hands, still for a few moments.
"It isn't fair." it says dully in its normal tones. "Nothing is fair. Nothing makes sense. This world is a place of senselessness, but I thought I could at least sieve a few grains of reason from it..."
"I was made to not trust people like you." it says. "Literally made that way. There's no hope, Vallis, just...there's nothing. Go...talk to people who are actually good to you. Go on."
Its hands still cover its face, but its voice is still dull, not angry.
Vallis stays silent and lets Arty get all its emotions out first before he speaks. He keeps his gaze off Arty for the most part, only looking at it when it has a louder outburst. The air is stagnant with melancholy.
Then, after it tells him to go, he finally speaks.
"It’s… Lonely, isn’t it?" He asks, quietly. "Being the only one of your kind. Having few trolls to relate to. I understand that. Even with the Varzims.
I still feel lonely. No one can relate to us. Not even Epsilo, who I am close to. I, ah… Don’t want to go, if you are lonely. Who else do you have? Who is similar to you. And. It could be good to him. If it wanted to. Right? But. I can go. If that is what it really wants. But. If it doesn’t…"
Against any better judgment, he holds out a hand to it.
It goes rigid.
"I don't...I don't...I don't know, I don't...I don't..."
It seems caught in a loop. Its eyes are covered, but if they weren't, Vallis could see there is black and white static in them as Arty runs up against one of the things coded into it, that it can't get around.
It grasps his hand, a little too hard, but then it takes it away, wailing.
"Not you." it says, the voice barely audible as the wailing also happens.
"Not you, not your fault, error, ERROR, ER -- R OO RRRR -- RUN!" It says, louder.
"R R U N - IMPERIAL - RR R U NN - "
Distorted, technologic, as it huddles into a ball on the ground and sprouts a fuckload of heaving blades.
But, for once, Arty is clearly - painfully - holding them back.
"Ah- Arty-"
Vallis starts to stay, concerned by the change in its tone. He lets it take his hand, and is surprised by how quickly it takes it away, but when he hears the wailing he knows something is wrong. He cautiously steps back to give it space, now very worried.
"Ah. Run? To where? But. Is it okay? What did I do?"
He freezes up upon seeing all the blades, and all he can do in response is sprout some tentacles to combat them should it try to strike. He is more afraid for Arty than he is for himself, as he has never seen anything like this and does not know how to respond. He knows he’s in danger, but it looks to him like Arty is hurt as well.
Vallis, a coward who is happy to flee at all times except when it counts, but to his credit he is genuinely fucking terrified and worried that he’s just frozen up.
"Y O - U aRE IDENTI FIIIIED AS a N enEMY iM PE RIAL ATTEMPTING TO COERCE COOPERATION, FL E -- EEE OR DIE" comes the distorted voice.
The blades grow further to mass and chop at his tentacles, their movement jerky and trying to avoid his body as Arty tries to drag itself away, desperately wanting to pull its own punches, but this isn't fully in its own conscious control.
Vallis finally manages to move, holding up both hands.
"Ah! Ah- Wait. Wait. Wait! I was not! Doing that. Coercing cooperation. I was being friendly! Friendly! I'm friendly!"
He attempts to grab at the blades to stop them in their tracks, but most of his tentacles get chopped up in the process. Luckily for him, he can keep sprouting more while the damaged ones regenerate without feeling any pain, but it is still just a mess of tentacles everywhere until there’s a spare moment for them to reattach themselves.
"R - UU U N, Va Ll IS! I don't want - YOU MUST BE - YOU WILL BE - YOU - YO - U -"
With another terrible wail, Arty grabs some fallen tentacles, and jams them in its own writhing, chopping blades. It doesn't do much, but it will at least buy Vallis a few seconds of distraction, which he's going to need, because Arty is starting to form, while still being a writhing mass of blades, into something that will attempt to fucking vaporize him.
Vallis knows that he should run, and would very much like to run, but he’s still frozen in fear.
"Ah. Ahaha. I'm sorry. Arty. But. I can’t. I'm. Quite afraid. And. My legs aren’t - "
But Arty’s final wail and attack knocks some sense properly into him- or, at least his horrorterror side, as The Slumbering Ones figure out that their vessel is about to be fucking Vaporised and takes control.
His troll form completely collapses in a panicked scream, and, now completely terror, tentacles reach out in all directions to both create distance and escape but also try to block any blades that try to chop it up.
A song fills the air, one of both a warning for Arty to stop what it is doing, but also one of Vallis’ own fear. Should Vallis be able to get away, he will make a temporary retreat into the ocean.
The warning is accepted and returned with understanding, as Arty has one last trick to play, allowing Vallis to escape. It isn't an eldritch sensation building in the damp air. It's something one might describe as the opposite; something so of this world, so solidly real, its presence is still heavy, as if it is pressing down on your back and shoulders.
As Arty's wails turn instead into a keening, whispering prayer, there is, like a lightning flash, a brief and brilliant moment where a column of vast translucent vertebrae can be seen in the spot where the security system originally huddled down, extending up to the sky.
And the blades, as one, the weaponry they're forming - crack and disintegrate in myriad lines of light, blinding and shining - and with a sigh, there is nothing left, except the still troll shaped form, splayed on the ground.
It is cold. The guardian of this body is no more.
Its purpose served, protecting Vernrot from the consequences of what it knew would happen should it destroy Vallis. For there is one thing more important than destroying the empire, and there is a higher power than its protocols that it answers to.
The Reverberation does not cease its attempt to flee, but it is keenly aware of that feeling of Something warping the air around it, distorting the song The Slumbering Ones sing through their vessel. Despite having no eyes, it is briefly stunned by the light, screeching as it fears what may become of it and the construct it - Vallis - sees as a friend. But, as the light dies down, so too does its song.
The Reverberation's body reaches the ocean, where it collapses into for respite, tuning into The Slumbering Ones' whispers in an attempt to calm the frightened mind of its troll self that still exist within the depths of its eldritch form.
This whole Ordeal would actually prompt Lucy to investigate, although Vallis will be unreachable for the time being, staying in full horrorterror form at the bottom of the ocean as he lacks the mental energy to shift back.
Only his mournful song can be heard amongst the waves, whispering apologies to the construct, that he didn't mean to do what he had done.
#guardian artifice#vallis reyleh#cloud writes#also rai writes. since obviously Vallis's parts are them#so for those (lashy) who wanted to know what happened: here you go!#pay horror unto horror!#1.6k and change. not too bad
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Reverse unpopular opinion: greens :D
Where do I even begin??
As you all probably know by now, I got into the ppg fandom when I stumbled across the reds fanart on deviantart in middle school lmaooo, and I was into it all well enough. I read like all the fanfics. I was there when sbj was regularly updating MTH. Back then I didn't like the greens 😮 but only because they didn't really have a lot of content. I just saw them as a background pairing. Just like bubbles and boomer, didn't hate them, didn't love them, which was funny because Buttercup was/is my fave. Because I interacted mainly with the red content, ig I never gave them much thought
Then, like most people, I came back to the fandom years later just for kicks and giggles and opened up MTH. I read it and was like "eh, why did I like the reds so much?? They're fucking annoying. The other pairings are so much more interesting." So, I clicked on some of sbj's other stuff and read a green one about sword fighting, which, side-note, with how obsessed I was with it, I should have known then I was a lil gay, and then, I think I read a future fic by sbj where all their children's names were Bruce and fell in love.
(i'll link the fics below if I can find them)
idk what it is about them, but there was something there that I found so much more interesting than I ever found reading the reds. It's a pairing you can do so much with because Buttercup is a versatile character. It makes sense if you make Buttercup an aggressive punk, but it can also make sense if you pull back and make her shy. She's got layers. And so does Butch from the little we see in canon. He's a hyperactive goofball, but sometimes he's the worst guy you know lol, and depending on how you chose to write them they mix well.
I have an affection for tough guy softies who are loyal to a fault, and I think if they're written correctly each of the greens can easily fall into that category. And when you combine them together, it's like a mushy mess of pining that I also thrive on.
I think they can be the epitome of "I'm angry all the time, but I'm less angry around you," which makes my heart melt. I don't think they'd be that couple that tries fixing each other, but accept each other as is, and grow. (i like the blues for the exact opposite reason lol) Tough kids deserve soft love too 😭
I also love it when they're just enemies. I've read some great fics that have them at each other's throats that I think they play well as enemy counterparts. Buttercup's mannerisms are restrained by her need to do good, but Butch doesn't have that, so it's a great society v. chaos pair up. And seeing Butch "taint" Buttercup is always fun because she's one of those characters where I go back and forth answering "would she go to the dark side??"
Gold Scribbles does this so well (and she makes it romantic too), I'll link the fic below. There is also another fic that I've been searching for again for years that I felt nailed it for me, but I haven't been able to find it. And trust me I look for it like every other month. Like I can't stress how fundamental this fic was for my interpretations of these characters. I can't even say if it was even well-written, but what it was saying??? Dude, it was everything to me. And I've lost it. Name, author, everything. I know the plot though I can't forget it, I just can't fucking find it!!!🤬😡
The premise of Buttercup's character arc though was choosing between good and bad as she's fighting Butch, which sure, is a superhero cliche, but the way she chooses the side she chooses left me sitting there opened mouth, like "wow." Butch was her literary fallacy.
I'm talking this fic up, but it's been so long that maybe my mind's just made it bigger than it was lol, but still, it was amazing to me.
Finally, I think that Buttercup is such a gender, and sometimes I feel I use Butch and Buttercup to explore breaking the traditional views of feminity. I know that sounds super weird, but sometimes when I feel I'm making Buttercup too feminine, I think "okay but what would Butch do?" and then I make Buttercup do that. It probably doesn't across well in my fics, but it's something I catch myself doing. It's like in my head, I make Butch and Buttercup the same person just split in two, and then I make them kiss lol
ahh, this got long lol here are the fics:
Swordplay by sbj:
Fair Play by sbj
The notion of Loss by Gold Scribbles
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Heya, congrats on your milestone! 😆 I'm here to request for a twst matchup please! (I go by they/them pronouns btw.)
I am 5'4, have brown eyes, pale skin and black hair that reaches to my shoulders. As for what I find attractive in someone physically...I've discovered that I'm really into glasses. 😳
Apparently, I look unapproachable to strangers? I frown when I'm confused, giving people the impression that I'm judging them or that they did something wrong. I also have a resting bitch face? My classmate told me she thought I was gonna beat her up whenever I wasn't smiling.
I daydream a lot, am really detached from reality and have gotten lost many times when going through a new building. I am also empathetic, and always try to help people cheer up. Mostly through talking to them alone, I'm not the cheery type. I just try to help them sort through their emotions.
I am also sensitive and prone to emotional outbursts, the getting angry and crying sort. I can be a little self-centered in that area, where my emotional well-being comes first before others' comfort.
My hobbies are reading, writing, and listening to music. My ideal date would probably be eating in a café while watching the sunset. Yeah...That sounds like a dream. ❤️
As for what I want in a SO... Someone who can tell when I'm upset, but will give me space to work through it (I don't like talking about how I feel). Someone intellectual, I suppose? I don't like the impulsive types like Ace. And I read a lot, so I'd like to be able to discuss things with them!
【Ａ Ｔｉｍｅ ｏｆ Ｃｅｌｅｂｒａｔｉｏｎｓ】 - Matchup for Twisted Wonderland!
I’d match you with… Trey Clover!
You wanna eat at a Café? I’ll raise you one better, try watching the sunset with your loving boyfriend in your own café as you two domestically clean up and joke around
Also, he can’t cook very well, but baking home-made bread and other pastries happens often and C’mon, it’s Trey and they’re delicious
He is book smart, not as street smart, and likes to plan out things rather than burst into a random fit of spontaneity
As for when you’re upset? He’d rather you come to him, but might ask small questions (“how was your day”, etc.), whether you want to tell him is up to you but he’d appreciate it if you straight up told him you’re upset and want to be left alone
Emotional outbursts (mostly aggressive ones) are common with Riddle, so he isn’t too phased, but it also depends on why it happened and how you conduct yourself
He doesn’t really disassociate like you, but will make sure if you’re walking or something that you don’t run into a wall or take notes for you to copy down
Trey likes reading, although he mostly studies, but will gladly read anything you write and maybe give some tips or give suggestions on characters (actually gives good critique)
tbh he isn’t phased by you looking unapproachable, Riddle is was too, but Riddle isn’t too bad and has a reason, but Riddle acts unapproachable and you just look it so there’s a difference
He’s semi-glad you’re not too outgoing or erratic like Ace or Cater, there’s 2 too many of them running around and causing trouble so a break with you is nice!
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Carchelle Week Day 5: Work
Also available on AO3: No Feelings at Work - Turtle_The_Bean - Criminal Case (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]
All Carmen Martinez knew was work. That was how she spent most of her adult life. For more than fifteen years, her work was documenting a war in Yemen, which ultimately resulted in the takedown of a terrorist network. She won an award for that.
But after she won that award, journalism, which had been her passion for years, became mind-numbingly boring. She still loved her job, but there was no longer the thrill of watching what was unfolding in Yemen. Reports of what local billionaires were doing and whatever crime was happening in Baltimore paled in comparison to the things she witnessed back then. She needed something more.
So, when the Bureau offered her a job, she obviously accepted it. She needed more adventure in her life. After all, she was slowly but surely reaching an age where she would be too old and tired to cover stories like the ones she did previously.
Carmen set one rule in place when she started working: no feelings at work. Everything had to be covered with complete neutrality, unphased by her own opinions of what was happening. She didn’t allow herself to mourn the sheer number of lives lost in the war; it would take up too much of her time, and she feared some maternal instincts deciding to kick in randomly.
But most importantly, she wasn’t going to date anyone who had ties with her work. She wasn’t going to date any coworkers or any people she interviewed. She was going to keep her love life and her work life separate. She figured it would be better off that way. Romance at work could cause drama and rumours to spread like wildfire, and she wasn’t going to be a spark to ignite a controversy. She saw how the news handled lesbian relationships, making her more desperate to keep her love life away from her work.
And now, she was sitting in the breakroom, wondering where she went wrong in that rule. She wondered when and why her mind had suddenly started to betray what she thought was a reasonable rule. Besides getting into a few fistfights in her younger years, she was never a rulebreaker, and yet she was starting to break a rule she had set in place to protect herself.
She tried to put her attention back on herself. Her staring probably made her look angry, and she couldn’t deny the fact that she had a resting bitch face. She really wasn’t angry at her, despite being accused of being the mole. If anything, she had admiration for this other woman. Not only was she exceptionally pretty (in Carmen’s eyes, at least), but she was smart enough to solve the Bureau’s little mole problem.
Maybe she was mistaking gratitude for love? No, Jonah had saved her life before, and she never felt this way towards him.
She wasn’t even that close to her. In fact, she had just spent the past few weeks not trusting her at all, especially after her response to Elliot’s kidnapping. So why was she now getting these feelings? Were they bottled up while she was busy trying to figure out the mole’s identity, just like everyone else?
“Why are you aggressively staring at Michelle?” Carmen snapped out of her thoughts to hear Jonah beside her. She didn’t even know he was in the room with her.
“Jee- Jonah, don’t sneak up on me like that. Also, my staring was not that aggressive.” She started, feeling her heart rate slow down a bit after that fright.
“Whatever you say. Anyways, what’s up with you and staring at her? Do you not trust her?”
“I trust her,” Carmen poured herself another cup of coffee, “It’s just…I don’t know. I really don’t know how to feel about her.”
“Hmm…do you find yourself daydreaming about her?”
“I mean…” She remembered all the thoughts that had been flooding her brain recently, including ones she would rather not talk about with Jonah, “Yeah, I totally have.”
“Sounds like the first stage of love, infatuation to me.” Jonah winked and nudged his friend playfully.
“You’ve been reading Marina’s psychology books again, haven’t you?”
“Well, it’s the only thing in her room besides her, and apparently, me staring at her while she’s giving therapy to someone makes people uncomfortable. So, I kinda gotta look at something that’s not her.”
“Yeah, I’d say someone staring at you, especially a big guy like yourself, staring at you while you’re trying to relive the darkest moments of your life is a little bit awkward.”
Carmen took a minute while Jonah was making himself and Marina some tea. Was her crush on Michelle really that obvious? Why didn’t anyone tell her until now? How often was she caught staring at her? How many times did people believe she was angry at her?
The questions flooded her mind and made the rest of her freeze up. She really didn’t want anyone to have the wrong impression of her thoughts and feelings towards Michelle, but people had probably already assumed that she was angry or just straight-up despised her.
Either way, she needed to make things right between them and set the record straight. She needed to let everyone know that she did not hate Michelle, nor was she holding any grudges against her.
“Michelle,” Carmen approached the other woman in the breakroom, “Can you meet me in my office later? There’s something I want to discuss with you.”
“Alright, what time should I meet you there?” Michelle replied, her tone as professional as ever.
“I’d say around four o’clock would be alright.”
“Okay then, I’ll see you later.” Michelle smiled and grabbed her items from the table before leaving.
There, now Carmen could make sure that everyone knew that she did not hate Michelle whatsoever. She proudly walked back over to Jonah and took a long sip of her coffee.
“Did you mean to use your ‘meet me in the parking lot’ voice?” He asked, making her almost spit out her coffee.
“Did I actually use that kind of voice?” Great, now she was embarrassed even more.
“Yeah…it did not look good.”
“Shit, and after all the effort I went through to make it seem like I didn’t hate her. Screw it, guess I’ll just have to explain everything to her tonight.”
“Good luck with that one.” Jonah took a sip of his tea and left to find his girlfriend, leaving his embarrassed friend standing in the breakroom, contemplating her life choices.
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Carmen was absolutely panicking now. Why did she have to choose her office to confess her feelings? Sure, it was one way to ensure almost absolute privacy, but at the same time, she told herself not to mix her feelings with work.
Trying to calm herself down, she turned to typing away at her keyboard, focused on writing her report about their last case in Africa. However, in her flurry of trying to focus while getting increasingly frustrated with herself, she knocked her coffee mug, spilling it all over her computer, causing it to malfunction and letting out the worst high-pitched noise she could imagine. She launched the computer at the wall, trying to get it to stop making that horrid noise, and once it eventually stopped, she slouched in her chair in exhaustion.
A knock at the door suddenly caught her attention and made her pretend that she wasn’t just freaking out like crazy. “Come in.”
“I heard a lot of crashing noises. Is now a bad time?” Michelle asked, opening the door to Carmen’s office. 4 o’clock already? Carmen must’ve lost track of time in her work.
“No, not at all. Come in and sit down…but close the door behind you, please.”
Michelle closed the door behind her. Carmen wished she could ask her to lock it to ensure nobody would walk in on them, but she didn’t want to make herself seem any more suspicious than she already was.
“So, what did you call me in here for?” Michelle smiled, making the other detective’s heart leap in a way she never thought possible.
“Oh, um, well, I just wanted to set the record straight between us,” Carmen explained. How was she doing this? Why was she doing this?
“What is there to set straight?”
“Well, I figured people probably think I’m angry at you or that I hate you, but that’s really not the situation at all.”
“I understand. You do tend to look a little angry when you’re looking at me, or at least when I catch you looking at me.”
“Yeah, sorry about that. I’ve been told I have a resting bitch face,” Carmen chuckled, “But I don’t hate you. In fact, it’s the opposite.”
Michelle cocked her head to the side in curiosity, “And what would you mean by that?”
“Erm, well, it’s kind of embarrassing,” now was her chance, “But I think I have feelings towards you…romantic feelings.”
“Oh, thank goodness!”
“Huh?”
“I was worried the feelings weren’t mutual, which is why I never spoke to you about them, but I’m glad you feel the same way about me.”
Carmen smiled. She never knew that mixing her feelings with her work could feel so…relieving. She wished she could savour the feeling forever, but the news was out.
Instead, she settled for something she could savour for a bit longer. She pulled Michelle closer to her and pressed her lips against hers. The two melted into a kiss that lasted until they both heard another knock at the door. They both jolted around to see Elliot Clayton, the Bureau’s tech expert, standing there with a toolbox.
“I came to fix Carmen’s computer because I heard it making the sound of death, but I guess I’ll do that later.” He said, dropping the toolbox at the door before walking away.
“Well…at least he knows I don’t hate you.” Carmen joked, trying to lighten the atmosphere a little bit.
“Yep, because making out in an office is just what your average coworkers do.” Michelle laughed, pushing the other woman away playfully before being pulled back into the kiss, where they stayed for a little while longer.
#criminal case#criminal case save the world#criminal case season 3#carchelle week 2023#ao3#ao3 writer#ao3 fanfic#archive of our own
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Like, is the gist "Real life pedophilia/incest/rape is bad, and stories saying these things are good are bad, but including these topics in a story isn't inherently bad, so the people being like 'hey, maybe Ao3 shouldn't have so much kiddie porn there's an entire category called "Underage"' are just overreacting and making things worse?" Because it feels like you're saying, "your negative reaction to this stuff is valid, but also you're annoying and prudish and bad and really you aren't valid."
So here’s the thing: it really does not sound like you're asking this question because you want my answer, it sounds like you want to be angry with me and have a fight. And fair enough! I'm not terribly interested in a fight, but apparently this is my day to dive into this topic as thoughtfully and honestly as I can be. Maybe I'll say something you haven't already heard from other people before. Maybe not! Only you, anonymous asker, know that.
To begin with, you got part of the gist right. Real life rape (including child abuse/child sexual abuse as well as incest) is bad. Stories about rape, about underage sex, and about incest, are stories.
They're stories. They're pixels on a screen. They're not real. Whether they claim that rape is good, or bad, or sexy, or melodramatic, or life-destroying, or a normal Tuesday afternoon. They're stories.
And having a negative reaction to them is valid. Stories can stir up powerful emotions in people. It is absolutely, 100%, fair and valid and even normal for there to be certain tropes, plot elements, events, and kinds of content that make you upset and that you never want to see in a story you read, ever. You don't have to want to read about sex. You don't have to want to read any of it. That doesn't make you bad.
There are tropes, plot elements, events, and kinds of content that upset me. There are stories I won't read. The same is true of literally everyone else I know. Even though I know the stories aren't real. Even though I know the things happening in them are happening to fictional characters, who do not exist, who I cannot protect and who also cannot be harmed because they're not real. Even then, I can be made sad and scared and upset and hurt by reading those stories. And that is okay and that is valid and I am not bad or wrong for being upset about the story I've read, and neither are you.
But that doesn't mean the story doesn't have value to somebody else. That doesn't mean the story isn't important to somebody else.
What I see most often coming from antis, possibly even including yourself, is an overwhelming desire to protect. They want to keep themselves and others--possibly people they know, possibly hypothetical people they may never meet--safe from being hurt by these stories. And that desire to protect, also, is normal. It's even admirable! The problem, though, the thing that does more harm than good, is when that desire to protect drives people to lash out against things that matter to other people.
There is a difference between actual rape and stories about rape. There is a difference between a story that could theoretically hurt somebody, someday (which is all stories, always), and a story that hurts you personally. And there is a difference between a story that hurts you personally, and a story that is inherently poisonous to everyone who touches it.
We know--absolutely, scientifically, incontrovertibly--that stories about rape do not make people rapists. Yes, even the stories where the rape is there to be sexy. Even stories where the person being raped is a child. Even then. Fiction is not the same thing as normalization; again, there are far smarter people who have written far more extensively on that topic than I, and next time I come across something that goes more into detail on this point I promise I will reblog it. If this really is the thing you're afraid of, I may not be the right person to convince you that this is an unfounded fear, but I know someone out there can elaborate on it.
(Unfounded, which is not the same thing as invalid. My mother's claustrophobia is unfounded; it flares up in many situations where there's no physical threat whatsoever, where she has plenty of space to move and air to breathe. It's still real. It still chokes her. It's still valid, she is not bad or broken to feel that way, and she still can't drive through certain tunnels. The fear is real. But the thing she's afraid of can't physically hurt her, and that is worth knowing in terms of how she deals with it.)
We know, absolutely, scientifically, and incontrovertibly, that stories about rape and many, many, many other things can hurt and even traumatize their readers. Even though the situation you're reacting to is not real and you receive no physical injury, you can still be hurt by it. The key word there, though, is readers. The fact that the horror genre is out there terrifying people who enjoy being terrified for fun does not damage me unless I do something stupid and try listening to the Magnus Archives again and end up tense and miserable and paranoid for the rest of the week. The fact that guacamole is apparently delicious to everybody else in the world does not hurt me unless I do something stupid and order the wrong thing at a restaurant, and end up itchy and miserable with a little trouble breathing for the rest of the night.
The fact that there are, yes, tens of thousands of fics on AO3 in which characters under the age of 18 have sex? It can't hurt you. Those fics do not hurt you by existing. They can only hurt you if you read them. They can only hurt anyone who reads them. That's why there is an 'Underage' tag--and it's worth noting, 'Underage' is a warning, not a category. Nobody wants you to get hurt reading the wrong fic, any more than the sushi chef wants my throat to swell up because I ordered something with avocado. Literally nobody wants that.
The flip side, of course, is that you hating each and every one of those fics individually and as a group doesn't actually hurt me, or anyone else who writes, reads, or enjoys them. By itself. You can hate anything you like, and fic writers can write anything they like, and it all comes out in the end, more or less. Except.
Except that reading fic is always, entirely, 100% opt-in, and online harassment isn't even opt-out. Some antis have a nasty habit of going after writers whose content they don't like; climbing into inboxes and comments sections, calling those writers nasty names, throwing around cruelties and aggression and insults. I know that's not the same thing as simply disliking a genre, or even passively disagreeing with its existence (although disliking a genre and disagreeing with its right to exist are also very different things). I know not all antis do that. I don't know you, anon, but based on the speed and aggressiveness of this response to my last post, I can't help but wonder if you would do that.
And that does hurt people. Just like it might hurt you if someone threw a bunch of content that makes you uncomfortable into your inbox. Including the harasser, actually--because getting into fights with strangers on the internet about things that make you angry, sad, defensive, and upset isn't good for anybody. Including both you and me.
Anyway, after yet another lengthy ramble, let's get the tl;dr response to your ask here: nobody is ever bad or wrong for disliking certain content in their stories, no matter what that content is. You and your emotions are valid. The "overreacting and making things worse" part isn't about what you feel, but what you do with it. Constantly engaging with places where the thing that upsets you will probably show up, even to argue and try to fight it, will make things worse in the sense that now you're spending way more time thinking about this thing that makes you upset and angry, thereby leaving you more upset and angry. Getting together with a bunch of your upset, angry friends to make your feelings everybody else's problem? Makes fandom a more toxic place for everyone else involved.
Don't read stuff that's going to hurt you. Don't make other people read stuff that's going to hurt them. That's the whole thing, really.
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Part 4 of the prompt: Their child finds out about how they tried to kill their mother in the past.
Notes: MC doesn't have much of a role in this one. Also if this feels more angsty than the previous ones, blame nightmare for only giving me skill ups. Gotta take my anger somewhere.
-Satan's daughter is about 5-6 here.
Warnings: Female!MC, past pregnancy, children, threats, violence, blood, your daughter being fiercely protective over you, angst but there's a happy ending I promise. Not proofread(It's 1am I'll edit later)
Names come from
(Lucifer's part) (Mammon's part) (Leviathan's part)
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Satan's daughter was already aggressive and had fits of anger due to being a half wrath demon, but he doubted these were just random tantrums. He would pay attention to whatever was making her angry and he would notice things such as how her anger flared up drastically whenever he was around.
But it was only when he was around you that Alice actually attacked him. Satan reached for your hand once only to be stopped when a spiky tail tightly wrapped around his wrist. Her spikes were nowhere near as sharp as the ones on his tail were, but they still caused bleeding with how much pressure she was putting on.
You panicked, demanding your daughter stop this right now but she didn't. Satan was able to pull his daughter's tail off, hissing a bit when the spikes were removed from his skin. Some of his blood was on there and tiny droplets even fell to the floor.
And when she glared at him you were going to reprimand her and ask why she did that, but Satan shook his head. It was pointless to flat-out ask her because Alice was a stubborn girl who wouldn't answer something like that unless she snapped. He did need her to snap, but not around her human mother.
He had his suspicions but knew he wouldn't get any confirmation unless it happened. So Satan decided he was going to take care of this himself, by making Alice spend the next day with the person she hates.
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Alice truly was a very stubborn girl. Satan had told her that there was this book he'd like to read with her but she adamantly refused. It wasn't until you entered the room where Alice changed her mind so quickly that it could cause whiplash. Before you could get a word in, Alice had already started to give her dad a push out of the room.
Satan already had the book in his room. It was one that was actually suitable for children but it was long, though that was chosen on purpose. The longer Alice spent time with the person she hated the quicker she'll snap. As of now, she headed over to the bigger couch, nearly tripping over some books, and sat near the end. Although when Satan sat down next to her he swore she scooted further.
She probably would have fallen off if he didn't grab her arm.
When he opened the book, he started with the first page and then let Alice take the next one. Each time she talked, she sounded reluctant and progressively got more annoyed. They made it up to page eight before her hands clenched into fists. Satan noticed of course, so he sighed and closed the book. His daughter looked at him, watching him carefully.
"Alright," he spoke up. "Let's stop here then." Satan made sure he sounded annoyed enough to where it can be mistaken for anger. Alice only watched until he suddenly got up. She gasped before wrapping her tail tightly around his wrist to keep him still.
"Alice-," Satan hissed. He was trying to keep his voice steady but the half-demon was really putting enough pressure on his wrist to cause bleeding. "Alice, let go."
His daughter repeatedly shook her head and glared. "No!" She yelled. "No! You can't leave. You can't-" She couldn't let him leave. Not when he was mad. Not when her mom was somewhere in the house. "You can't! You can't!" Her voice escalated into screaming and her tail gave her father's wrist a harsh tug.
"Oi, Alice!" Satan didn't mean to raise his voice then but he couldn't help it. Her tail's spikes were digging into his skin and that rough tug only made it hurt more. His free hand had to drop the book before trying to pry the tail off, but somehow it only tightened. "That's enough."
"No! NO!" She screamed again. "Can't let you!" The girl's voice sounded more frantic. And then she saw him try to move the tail off his wrist once more. "Can't let you hurt mama!"
There it was. That was his end goal. Even if he had to basically sacrifice his wrist. He already had his suspicions with how her anger would get worse when he was around and how she would flat out attack him whenever her mom was involved. But now it was confirmed.
"Alice," he spoke to the girl that glared daggers at him. "Could you let go now?" He tried to look and sound calm but the pain was making it difficult. Alice seemingly took it wrong.
She shook her head. "You're gonna hurt mama!" She accused. "You're mad and you're gonna hurt her!"
"I'm not mad," he explained. His eyes drifted to his wrist, "This just hurts." When the demon tried to pry the tail off this time he was actually met with no resistance and was able to pull it off. Satan winced when the spikes were removed and droplets of his blood fell to his bedroom floor.
"I-," Satan started then paused. He wanted to think of the best way to talk about it. "I was mad back then and snapped similar to how you have," he explained. "Your mom was just a human to me then but she's someone important to me now," he added. "Actually she became important to me long before you were born."
He carefully sat back down on the couch. "I'd never hurt her. Not again," he told his daughter firmly. "Believe me when I tell you I'd never forgive myself if I did." Alice didn't look at him, her green eyes only focused on the blood on the floor. Her reaction to the blood was different than how it was last time since tears were welling up in her eyes.
"I-I'm," Alice started. She sounded choked up as the tears started to fall. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm-" her cries progressed into sobbing. Satan hid his bloody hand behind his back and outstretched his other hand out, motioning her to come closer. The wound would heal like it did before, but it would be a while and Alice clearly didn't want to see it. Although instead of his daughter coming closer, she just shook her head and scooted further. Satan had to quickly grab her arm with his uninjured hand to keep her from nearly falling off again.
She clearly felt guilty even though he tried to assure her that it was okay. That she was just trying to protect her mother, that she was angry and didn't know how to control her rage, but none of it was working. So Satan resorted to telling stories about the things he did when he was her age and how he's done much worse. The time he once nearly tried to set Lucifer's coat on fire, the time he tried to bite off Belphie's tail, and the time he once tried to attack one of Asmo's hookups just because he smelled an unfamiliar demon.
Eventually, Alice's sobs started to die down as she listened to him, the girl now left with tear stains on her cheeks. Once she seemed to calm down, Satan tried once again to get her to come closer but this time she actually moved towards him. She stopped though, the guilt hitting her once again, but seeing her dad smile at her softly got her to finally be able to hug him. He used the formerly outstretched hand to stroke her blonde hair. He let there be silence for some time, before asking Alice how she heard about that in the first place.
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The door to his room had suddenly opened when his brothers and you showed up. His brothers had teased him seeing him with his daughter, commenting how they never knew he could be so gentle. His cheeks turned pink out of embarrassment before demanding to know what they were doing here.
"I heard screaming but Lucifer and Mammon wouldn't let me check," you explained. "Then it got quiet and I got worried," you added. "They came with me."
You did have a right to be concerned. Especially when you noticed blood on the floor and even some on your daughter's tail. But you knew not to bring it up and Lucifer even gave a look to his brothers so they wouldn't mention it.
"But actually, it's a good thing you're here, Levi." Satan had suddenly brought that up, his eyes closing as he smiled. Nobody took that as a good sign. That's why you suddenly headed over to pick up your daughter who looked like she was about to fall asleep.
"Oh Bunny, look at how tired you are," you commented. "Let's get you cleaned up and then you can get some rest in your room." You kissed the top of your daughter's head before walking out of the room.
After you left with Alice, Satan stood up and continued. "Why don't you tell me why my daughter overheard you talking about a certain incident from years ago?"
Levi was visibly startled naturally. "I-It just got brought up," he explained. "I didn't know she was in hearing range!" Levi thought maybe one of his brothers would say something but they all have left. He was clearly on his own. "Just let me explain!"
"Hm, alright then," Satan agreed, though his voice sound lower. "You have five seconds to explain in five words or less."
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Hizashi and Aizawa kidnapping a young teenage girl, and her bonding and quickly finding comfort with Hizashi, leaving Aizawa to awkwardly attempt at being super soft and all the more gentle to his sensitive little girl, his heart panging with pain every time she flinches or cowers away from him. “You don’t need to be scared of me, kitten.. please”
your little acts of favoritism weren’t necessarily intentional, you hated both of them. they were your brothers teachers, and whoop dee doo, they kidnapped you. but... you liked hizashi more.
it was just something about him that made you believe he was some form of comfort item, probably because he wasnt brooding, and didnt have a mean face, and he was the first human yud ever seen in this place, that all combined into one and he became your rock, your shoulder to cry on. he was just... so nice, although his quirk was loud, somehow he managed to speak softly with you. it was such a bright contrast to at home where two firey blondes always scream at each other, and your father tries to calm it down.
on your first night ever here, you had tried to jump out the window, and were captured by the thick scarves you once admired, hed lectured you, yelled at yiuu even, all you could see were those red eyes of his, and hear his voice. and he scared you, he scared you so much. i guess it justtranslates to now, first impressions are everything, and to you, he looked like a big scary man who would yell at you.
eventually, you stopped caring about how you hated him, or how you wanted to leave, as you clearly never were. so, instead of glaring at them, or crying, you accepted the fact that he was taking care of you. hizashi, hizashi was taking care of you... aizawa though? no way in hell, he was just so... you'd never seen him with a smile, he never tried to talk to you, he just kinda watched you, and it freaked you out, at some point you started believing he was trying to kill you, don't even ask how you came up with that conclusion.
you just couldn't manage to warm up to hi as you'd done so quickly with hizashi, and it showed. you were always tense when alone with him, like he was going to jump out at you any second and stab you, you didnt talk to him , sometimes you felt so anxious around him that you would outright start crying, shaking in some form of fear, or hide yourself under a blanket. although hizashi was proud that you loved him so much, he knew that this was hurting his husband, that his own little girl was scared of him.
so he would always try to coax you into doing things with him, saying things like "can your papa come and help" or "how about we have papa do this with you while I make lunch?", just trying to get him included so you would feel just as comfortable around him as you were with his own self. Sometimes he just left the room to let you have alone time with him. He’d even lectured his husband about how he always looked angry, and that he has to smile form time to time, and not the creepy “I’m gonna kill a villain” smile.
And so Aizawa started trying, not trying to be like hizashi, even that was too much for him, but trying to be nicer, he was a gentle person when he wanted to be, so this came with ease for him, he would tuck you in at night, read you stories, hold you if you cried, feed you, help you bathe (which you usually liked hizashi to do, and in general, inserted himself as a gentle roger in your life. You would expect taht this would work, that because he was so nice to you, because he was so sweet like hizashi, you would accept him as your father.
But nope! Again, first impressions are everything to you, and now, he was written off as the villain of you story, now, you jsut ran off to papa whenever he was around, and didn’t even give him the chance to hang around you, it just made it worse honestly, because now, not only did he look scary, but he also looked fake, which is never good. Every time he would try to if you, you would clutch onto hizashi for dear life, acting like his hand would do nothing but burn you.
Tears would cloud your vision, and he would pulle back, not wanting to cause you any more pain, and jsut stare in. Pure jealousy at his husband, who cooed and gave you a hug.and guess what? You hugged him back, and hid yourself in his chest, willingly, without a fight, without a tear, instead with a smile, most of the times mic wouldn’t interfere, wbatigg ns this to everyone a safe space for you, a place where you should naturally do things, but sometimes, he would give you little bushes int he right direction. Like disappearing completely for my he house so you’ll be forced to talk to Aizawa.
This is one of those times.
Yo been wandering the house for about ten minutes now, waking up form a nap, to find mic absent from his usual place in the rocking chair at your bedside. It was a little after lunchtime, and they’d only given you a small cup of fruit for breakfast (intentional, from mic), you were fairly hungry, and usually he was there to give you food, but you had no idea where he was, you had heard the… other one on the phone in their shared office, but you did not want to talk to him right now.
Aizawa could tell you were awake by the fact that all of the cats were meowing like crazy, and little pattering footsteps had followed his hearing around, mic had left abruptly, probably some little plan of mischief again, he was hizashi after all. He was just waiting for you to either 1: go back to bed, or 2: come to him for help. Mic had specifically told him to follow these rules for after nap time, so he did. And grew progressively more worried as over twenty minutes, trying to read through his students grading work, too distracted by the urge to go find you to accomplish anything.
His worries dissipated though when he saw your little head poking through the door, cat in hand, confused and tired looking, small tears beginning to prick th corners of your eyes, little sniffling sounds left you. His wha specked up form the desk, you’d given up walking around the whole house, your restarting had slowly pent up, you couldn’t manage to find him, and you were so hungry.
“Oh- hey honey, I didn’t know you were up. Do you need something?” He questioned, smiling intently at you, you just inched back into the door frame, breathing heavier by the moment, your hands shook and your head felt like it was going to explode at any point. Youbcontenoajted runnign back to your room and waiting till mic came out where you could hear him, but your stomach grumbled, reminding you how hungry you really are.
“I’m- im looking for daddy. Where is he.” You spoke, a very hushed tone overtook your words, making them almost inaudible for him. His face sunk slowly, he tougher you were actually gonna come for him, but the he remembered taht patience is key, and that he shouldn’t get mad, because it is t your fault taht you’re just a little sensitive, too fragile to handle more than one attachment, he gets it. He jsut at least wanted you to look at him, instead did your little feet, I’m Ayer if you could meet his eyes the. You would see how much he loves you.
“Oh, he left a. Little while ago. Is there something you need from him? Your papa can give him a call if you want, you could even talk to him!” He exclaimed excitedly, plastering that happy smile across his face to seem more inviting, liek mic had told him to do. He stood out of his chair, rounding up the papers and putting them in his file folders.you tried to sink back furthers, almost disappearing behind the doorway, you shook your head aggressively, almost running off, then yet again, your stomach made another noise, and forced you to stay.
“I- no. I’m- im hungry-“ you spluttered, not caring if it was embarrassing that you were stuttering so much, you just wanted food. And calling mic would just get you a lecture on how you could’ve just asked your papa, the same thing would happen whenever you went to uncnecesary lengths to avoid the man, your daddy would make sure you knew that it made him feel bad, while you’d at there bored. Not caring, at all.
“Oh- well you should’ve told me sooner kitten, if I’d known I would be up already. Cmon, let’s go to the kitchen, your daddy made you some food earlier” he spoke, rising from his chair slowly, you cowered slightly as he walked over, clutching the little kitten right to you for comfort, he mewed and snuggled closer, completely asleep. The man sighed when he saw you backing away from his grasp, he knew you were still scared. But he was just so impatient… he was tired of waiting, he wanted to hold you, even if it was jsut foena few minutes. He needed it feel you there with him.
Is he acted quickly, moving in a matter of seconds, he swooped his arm under your leg, and hooked his other around your torso, pulling you straight up into his grasp. Youu huh froze, his hands felt cold as ice on your skin, like they were burning you, immediately after he started walking, it snapped you out of it and you threw a fit. You dig your fingernails into his skin, and kicked and flailed in a panic, still trying to keep the little kitten in your lap safe. A full blown panic washed over you, clogging all your senses.
The dam holding back tears form your eyes crashed, and immediately you were sobbing, biting at his shoulder to let you go, he tried to rub your back to calm you down a bit, but just made it worse, as his hands felt like living anxiety creeping up and down your spine. He didn’t know what to do, let you ride it out, andkk no possibly have you get sick because of how much your crying in an empty stomach? Or let you down and go straight back to square one.
Your veined felt like pure ice had flooded in them, and it felt liek someone was repeatedly jabbing you in the head with tiny needes, fear was jsut so prominent in your sense, it overcame you, and made you whimper and scream.
“Whoah, breath for me alright? I just want to hold you. I’m not going to hurt you okay? I would never hurt you. Kitten… you don’t have to be scared of me” he spoke, trying to keep a proper computers, he wanted to cry with you, he wasn’t a very soft or emotional man but honestly, he was so upset with himself already, this was jsut pushing him for the edge. You cried, and cried, at some point you weren’t even crying and screaming at him, more with him. He held you close, you’d stopped the struggle almost five minutes ago, letting him hold you. It was odd. It almost felt… nice.
“I-I’m sorry. I’m being stupid again” You alien through your remaining little hiccups, shove my your face into his shirt, smelling the woody scent he carried around with him. He cooed, letting you hide yourself from him, savouring this soft moment was of top priorirty in his head… you jsut looked so sweet, so different from those harsh cries that would sound usually whenever he came around.
Who would think, shouts aizawas hand couldn’t feel nice? The same ones that had just been burning you, the ones that made you scream, felt like a breeze on a spring day, he actually felt warm, he felt like happiness, like contentment.
“No hon, it’s not stupid. Your scared. I know that, we all get scared and it’s not a bad thing, I love you, I really, really love you kitten. Just know that” he continued on with his little speech, leaving down to kiss you in the forehead, Jsut to be suprised when you didn’t flinfh, you were too tired to be scared; and too hungry, plus, he was really warm, the cat had pretty much snuggled up to him already, who says you shouldn’t.
“I- um- I love you… to?” You spoke, more of a question than anything, you’d spent so long Harding him that you didn’t know if you even could love him, it didn’t even feel possible, then again, you litterally cling to hizashi like a koala, and your mental state has relaly said “swoopity swoop” and scattered itself everywhere. Maybe having two comfort items was actually better than one… huh.
“Well, let’s go eat then. All taht crying probably made you tired, I’ll let you watch a movie in my office, you can watch pinto again, I know you love taht one. Cmon, let’s go” he spoke, and started walking again, you cuddled closer to him as he did, smiling slightly at the warmth. Hizashi was very extravagant, exiting, and hyper, this man felt very cool, calm, it was such a dark contrast, but it worked so well. You jsut… you Jsut liked it.
Well… now we’ll just have to wait and see who’s the favorite
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Thank you for requesting! It was super fun to write and had me feeling super happy when I finished :)
I’m thinking about doing yandere todoroki family asks, because I’m litterally in love with @i-cant-sing one… so, requests are open for those if you want to put them in (please do I’m begging)
Anywho, have the most wonderful to days today! Goodbye!
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hii! I have a request for prompt 71 with Andy or ransom ☺️
Hey lovely, thank you so much for waiting this long for me to post this and i really hope you enjoy reading it just as much as i enjoyed writing it.
Prompt #71: "I'm gonna fuck you in front of the mirror, i want you to see how pretty you look when you're spreading your legs for me"
Disclaimer: My work is not to be translated or to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.
Pairing: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader
Warning: Swearing, unprotected sex, rough sex, ass spanking, vagina spanking, oral (f receiving), orgasm denial, daddy kink, breeding kink and angst.
Word Count: 3,486
GIF NOT MINE!!! Credit to @sergeantbuckybarnes go check them out💜
In The Mirror
Standing in the middle of the master bedroom, you start to fold the freshly washed clothes before putting them away neatly in the closet. You start off by putting shirts away, Andy’s and then yours before moving on to jeans. Sometimes you wonder how he even has the room for his own clothes since you take up the majority of the space. But you just put that down to shopping trips he's so insistent on treating you to.
As you’re just finishing up, you hear the front door open before it slams shut so hard that the anger fuelling the slam of it can be felt even upstairs where you are.
Looks like Andy is finally home...
You decide to finish up with what you’re currently doing, taking your time before approaching your husband with caution. It was probably another run in with Neil, something you’ve grown accustom to dealing with ever since you met him. Doesn’t mean you don’t run out of ways to handle it occasionally though, your best option is to just allow him to vent before you distract him. Usually distracting him requires an old movie and takeout but other times it requires rough and needy sex.
“Andy” you call out as you pad down the stairs and into the kitchen, only to find him practically chugging a beer way to quickly. It must be bad if he couldn’t even wait until dinner to drink alcohol.
“You know sometimes i think why do i even bother going to work. I mean, Lynn sure seems to enjoy screwing me over for that fucking prick Neil and i’ve had just about enough of it”
Okay, now he’s really angry. You have no idea what to do or even what to say to him, you’re rendered speechless by his cursing and boiling temper.
“I was just about to make dinner, uh, lasagne perhaps. Or maybe we could order takeout again and rent that movie you were telling me about. It’s up to y-“
“Did you not listen to a goddam word i said? I don’t give a shit about dinner, do whatever. I’m going to take a shower” his decibels rise, his tone scolding as he storms past you and up the stairs taking two at a time until he reaches the top. You hear his heavy footsteps stomping to the bedroom and then suddenly it all turns quiet until the shower water starts to run.
Rather than leaving him to cool off, you decide to head up to check on him.
In a way, he was right. You practically ignored his annoyed state and changed the subject, in fact you couldn’t have changed it fast enough. But that’s only because you didn’t know what to say. When he gets like that, there’s not a lot you can say.
“Andy, i’m sorry” you squeak, stepping into the master bedroom to find him stood with his back to you as he removes his dress shirt and tie. His back muscles tense as he stands still for a second before turning around and tossing his clothes to the floor before starting on his belt.
“Andy” you mumble, desperate for him to acknowledge you.
“What?” he snaps, slipping out of all clothes until he’s in nothing but his birthday suit, his impressive size dangling between his legs.
“I’m sor-“
“I heard you”
You gently step closer to him, examining his face for any tell tale signs of discomfort before you rest your hand on his right forearm, “please, just talk to me. What happened today?”
“Like you care, all you seemed to give a shit about was dinner, so how about you go focus on that like a good little house wife and leave me to deal with the tough shit... does that sound like a deal?”
“That’s not fair, Andy. I didn’t know what to say to you, that’s all. You’ve had that many run ins with Neil lately that i lose sight of how to help you. But i’m here now, just talk to me. Tell me what i can do to make it better”
Silence.
His hand pulls from your touch, but before you can even understand what’s going on you’re back is already touching his toned tatted chest. His arms rest on your shoulders, keeping you pressed against him.
“Well, there is one thing...” he starts, moving your hair to the other side of your neck, freeing up some skin for him to feast on. His mouth nears closer, his hot breath fanning you torturously as his nose nudges at you. That’s when you feel his hands fiddle with the hem of your shirt teasingly, slowly lifting it up your torso with ease. You lift your arms in the air, allowing him to remove it before he discards it behind him without a care.
“Such a beautiful body, honey. Be a shame to waste it fretting away about dinner in that kitchen” you gulp in response, feeling his lips barely grazing the nape of your neck, the action causes a shiver to dance down your spine as his beard scratches you.
“Andy” your voice is nothing but a breathless whimper as you turn to face him, his hands instantly rest on your waist at the band of your booty shorts. Of course when he tugs at them, you know what he’s after now and you also know that no matter what you do or say, he’ll take it regardless.
He drops down to his knees, surrendering to your body and dragging your shorts down your legs as he sinks to the floor. You step out of them for him, even going as far as to kick them to one side before he pushes you back to the wall.
The palm of his hand gives your calf a soft squeeze as the other lifts your leg up to drape over his shoulder, your aching sex on show for his lustful orbs to focus on. The insatiable hunger is starting to drown out his mind, body and soul, he’s incapable of thinking of anything else but you, craving anything else but you.
He’s starving, desperate to taste you.
A couple more minutes pass with him peppering kisses along your ankle at first before moving up to your calf and then your thigh. You try to push him away due to the sensitivity there but he only forces you off him, he’s so much stronger than you could ever be and you know now that you’ve lost.
He presses another chaste kiss to your bundle of nerves before pausing and feeling your body react to his touch. Your shaking body begs to be worshipped and devoured whilst he begs to drink and breathe you in like you’re his only lifeline.
“Smell so good” he coos, poking his tongue out to give your clit a kitten lick as his nose nudges at your mound, the action causes you to roll your eyes to the back of your head. Whatever you did to deserve this agonising torture, you will make sure to never do it again. This is teasing at its peak.
“Please, Andy. I need you”
“Oh you’ll have me, alright” his response is quick yet snappy as he dives into you. His mouth latches onto your sex aggressively, sucking, slurping and biting. His beard scratching your inner thighs and it's sure to leave a burn there.
The tip of his tongue points all the more as he winds it around your clit rapidly and even with one hand gripping your hips roughly whilst the other strokes your leg up and down before settling on your ass, you still feel unsteady as if the smallest wave of pleasure could knock you to the floor.
His mouth right where you want him comes and goes as he takes breaks in between to come up for air, but right when you feel yourself getting lost in the feeling, it comes to a complete halt.
You glance down at him, eyelids heavy, chest rising and falling, only to find him rising to his feet.
“What the hell, Andy?” you ask, your entire body heating up.
“You sound angry” he cocks his head to the side as he grazes his hand across your hardened nipple.
“I am”
“Now, that’s exactly how i felt when i came home. Yet instead of comforting me like a good little wife should do, you made me feel worse. So therefore, you don’t deserve to cum”
What the hell is wrong with him tonight?
He shoots you a wink before padding into the bathroom, the shower water still running and steaming up all of the mirrors in your eye-line until he closes the door, locking it to prevent you from entering and leaving you standing there perplexed at his actions.
He did all of that on purpose. He built you up to the edge of ecstasy before leaving you to come crashing down all alone, all in the name of proving a point.
You reach for your robe off the hook on the bedroom door before storming out, brimming with frustration as you make a start on the dinner. Lasagne will do for tonight.
You prep it as fast as you can whilst the oven preheats to the correct temperature before putting it in and setting the timer. Now you can relax.
As soon as you throw yourself down onto the couch and flick the tv on, you hear the bathroom door open. You’re almost certain that he expected you to wait for him like a lost puppy dog but you refuse to play into his petty games of revenge. All because you didn’t comfort him. It was silly and unnecessary.
So for now, you’ll indulge in some reality television whilst you wait for dinner to cook and if there’s one thing that’s for certain, it’s that you are most definitely not putting out for him tonight. No matter what he says or how much he sweet talks you. It’s not good enough for him to treat you like that.
Whatever Neil did or said, that’s a work problem.
Andy can’t believe his eyes when he comes back into the bedroom only to find it empty. He wraps his white towel around his waist, covering up his modesty before heading out into the hallway and down the stairs. As he reaches the bottom of them, he spots you watching tv in the lounge, giggling away at whatever The Kardashian family are doing now, but whatever it is, he doesn’t care.
Instead of leaving you be, he stomps over “what do you think you’re doing?” he inquires, voice bellowing more than he intended “i’m waiting for the lasagne to cook, it’s in the oven. Enjoy your shower, honey?” you probe sarcastically, a rhetorical question. However your sarcasm infuriates him further as he picks you up with ease.
“Andy, put me down. NOW” you shout, kicking your legs and slapping his upper back as he drapes you over like you weigh nothing.
“Dinner is in the oven” you remind him, desperate to avoid burning it. But that’s when he puts you down before walking over to the kitchen and turning the oven off.
Your eyes widen as he approaches you once again, picking you up and carrying you up the stairs, taking them two at a time as he always does.
“Andy” you groan until he places you back onto your own two feet, his hands practically rip your robe off to expose your naked body before he does the same to the towel covering his manhood up.
“I’ll tell you what’s about to happen, honey and you’re going to listen” he informs you, stepping closer and moving you to stand in front of the mirror. You correct your abysmal posture as you look back at him in the mirror. A sinister glint in his eyes becomes crystal clear as a wicked grin graces his handsome face. His beard full, his hair still wet from the shower as droplets of water drip down his chest.
“I’m gonna fuck you in front of the mirror, i want you to see how pretty you look when you’re spreading your legs for me” the pure filth has you holding your breath in shock before exhaling dramatically.
He’s always been kinky but sometimes he still manages to leave you shocked. Although it’s times like these that you love him the most, the whines and whimpers he draws from you so effortlessly, the way he causes your body to tremble raggedly and most of all the way your entire world stops turning as he brings you to that cliff edge, pushing you off of it with his two large menacing hands.
He kicks your legs apart further before pulling your arms to the back of you. He hooks his arm inside of them to prevent you from moving away from him whilst his other hand massages your puffy petal like folds before circling your dripping entrance.
Once his tip is resting directly at the tight hole, he proceeds to move forward, the skin around your entrance catching onto him as your walls welcome him inside.
“Oh, fuckkk” he draws out the word, groaning and gasping for air as he drives home, the feeling overwhelming you to the limit.
How can one man have such a firm and tight grip on you like this?
How did you end up here, unable to utter out a single word as his pace picks up before he’s fucking into you so violently, snapping his hips with no signs of slowing down.
“Keep your eyes on yourself, honey, do as i say” he warns, and the moment you look up at him, you see the darkness and it causes you to look away, focusing back on yourself just like he instructed you to do.
The feeling of his cock dragging along your walls so fast is enough to cause the knot in your stomach to tighten painfully. The pleasure is almost too intense to bare, too much for your fragile body to handle. Yet you continue to take it, allowing him to fuck away his anger, channeling it into this moment.
His arm and hand tightens around your arms, holding you in place as he keeps his sights on you, watching as your mouth hangs open in the perfect O shape. Fuck, you look perfect like this with him bending you to his will, using you for the sole purpose of his pleasure and his pleasure only.
How did he get so lucky to be graced with you’re beauty?
The harder he snaps his hips into you, the more the coil tightens and the all too familiar feeling builds all the more inside of you. An ongoing reminder of your impending orgasm.
“Andy, i-i’m gonna c-cum” you tell him, begging for him to allow you the privilege of releasing, the privilege of creaming all over his rock hard cock.
A dark chuckle erupts from his throat, mocking your pleas for a release before tutting at you, the torment continuing.
“Please” you beg once again, only to be reprimanded with the harsh sting of his hand landing on your ass cheek “keep your eyes on the mirror, honey. You’ll come when i tell you to, quit being a brat”
The need to release is almost unbearable, tears of pleasure welling in your eyes and drowning out your vision before you blink, allowing them to stream down your innocent looking face for him to see. It only spurs him on more as he moves his free hand in from of you, kicking your legs further apart before smacking down on your sex brutally. Your body jerks in response before somewhat relaxing at the feel of him rubbing briskly at your pulsating clit.
“That’s it, honey. Taking that cock so fucking well”
“I need to c-cum, A-Andy” your voice trembles frantically in hopes of him taking pity upon you.
“Shhh, baby. Just let daddy fuck the frustration away, gotta fuck it all away” his words are pure filth but his tone is gentle and needy. He just wants to take his anger out on your body, channel it into something.
You can imagine that with the field of work he’s in that he finds it hard to keep his cool with Neil every day. Which is a shame because they used to be close.
Granted that was back when Neil first started and Andy mentored him, whipped him into shape and taught him everything he knows. And Neil is a better lawyer because of it. However, it also means that he’s just rude, obnoxious and cocky towards Andy, pushing him to the edge and taunting him a little more every day.
“Hold yourself back for daddy, you’ll cum when i give you permission to. Is that clear, honey?”
“Yes” you mumble, barely audible.
“What was that?”
“I mean, yes daddy” you correct, watching his eyes intently, searching for any sign of him letting up his tight hold and hard thrusts.
“Good girl, being so perfect for daddy and taking this fucking like a pro, huh?”
“Yes daddy”
Your eyes glaze over as you struggle to keep yourself in tact, the hold you have on your orgasm is slipping from your control slowly but surely and you know that if he doesn’t give you the go ahead soon then you’ll end up breaking the rules.
Something that will surely earn you a painful punishment.
“God, fuck. I’m gonna cum, you gonna cum with me, honey?” he asks, gasping. You throw your head back onto his chest, arching your back into him further. You nod your head as quickly as you can as you feel your knees turning weak.
“Count down with me”
“10’ you say in unison, his fingers rubbing furiously at your sex.
“9” the sound of your skin slapping together bounces off of the walls.
“8” the feel of his mouth latching onto the sweet spot on your neck, pearly white teeth sinking in to mark you up.
“7” the moans he’s eliciting are now flowing out of your mouth uncontrollably.
“6” deep grunts escape him as he pushes you against the mirror, causing your cheek to push up against it.
“5” the feel of him fucking into you tightens the coil for the final time, the feeling agonising.
“4” you scrunch your eyes closed, seeing stars as you arrive at the cliff edge.
“3” you say in unison as his thrusts turn from fast and rough to slow and hard.
“2” his cock twitches inside of you, your walls flutter around him over and over.
“1”
“That’s it, baby, cream all over that cock for me”
You let go, body shuttering as you stand up onto your tip toes. His grip on your arms lets up, causing you to fall forward, hands resting on the wall either side of the mirror.
“Oh god” he growls, hands splaying across the soft globes of your ass before he fills you with hot ropes of cum, breeding you unofficially.
He remains seated deep inside of you for a minute or two whilst the two of you struggle to regain control of your breathing, both of your hearts beating so fast that it feels as though they are on the cusp of exploding out of your chest.
“How are you feeling now?” you ask as he pulls out, turning to face him.
“Hungry for Chinese takeout and a night filled with fucking that tight cunt”
“Was that not enough?”
“I’ll never get my fill of you” he says, pulling your naked body flush against his “i want you all of the time and besides, that was just to channel my anger into something. The next time will be to make a baby”
“W-what?” your voice shaky as you raise your eyebrows at him.
“You heard me, i’m gonna spend all night breeding you, honey. Gonna make you all nice and round with my child. Gives me a chance to take my mind of that cunt Neil”
You nod your head, humming your agreement before pressing your lips to his.
Sure, you’ve had chats about kids before but this is the first time he’s openly suggested trying and even after his outburst, your love for him remains.
You can’t wait to spend the night tangled up in the crisp white sheets of your bed, filled with his cum.
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you uh. wouldn't mind an angst request would you haha because I have had this one scenario stuck in my head where leon (probably resi 6 leon) has been drinking a lot more and has been neglecting his s/o and they finally call him out on his shit
anyway ooga booga they fight and decide it's best they give leon his space and take a break and maybe he finds them at a bar he goes to to get wasted to already find them drunk off their ass
Angst is absolutely one of my most favourite things to write and to read like damn I do be out here making myself CRY. So I definitely don't mind angst like hell yeah!
I was gonna end this was a happier note- but uh, I really love angst so I left it semi-open ended but also pretty sad I think. Also not really dialogue-heavy, more like... I write too much detail-heavy :,) Also this isn't edited, I spent days on this cause I was overthinking it and felt it was just not good so oof I'm sorry!
Length: 2k
Request: in the ask
Warnings: angst, drinking, lowkey it's alcoholism on Leon's part, being drunk
Leon x Reader - "I know."
How long had it been since you had held your boyfriend's hand? Since the two of you had really sat together and done something together, fully, completely, involved, and focused on one another. You didn't even remember, which was agonizing to think about.
You had been through so much with Leon. And you knew where his deepest thought lay, but you could never truly know. And it didn't help that over the years the two of you had together, he had started to become more distant. And instead of finding his comfort in your arms, he found it in some glass bottle.
At first, you didn't really protest much, you didn't say much about it. A drink every once in a while couldn't hurt. Yet, it wasn't every once in a while. It was more often than you'd have liked. And he was using it to forget. To focus on anything else but his life and his memories. Your soft words trying to talk to him didn't do much to stop him or dissuade him. He brushed you off more often than not. It tore you up from the inside out that you couldn't help him, that at some point a bottle was his chosen form of comfort over you.
The guilt mixed with sadness, and then with anger. And in the end, those feelings came together and created an explosion between the two of you one night.
Your throat was hoarse as you swallowed as much air as you could. You couldn't exactly remember what the argument stemmed from but you knew it had to be related to him drinking.
"Will you just listen to me?!" You shouted, the words coming out uneven as your throat begged you to stop, "put that shit down Leon, and look at me!"
The man sitting at the aisle in your kitchen put the flask he had down in front of him, but still had his hands on it. He turned his head to look at you, barely even moving at all, and his eyes were looking at you like he was unimpressed or annoyed.
"I'm listening."
You wanted to pull on your hair and scream because he wasn't. He wasn't listening, and he hadn't been, at least not for a while.
"No you aren't, you are not listening to a word I say, you never do!"
He scoffed, turning back to his drink and taking another sip.
"Where am I going on Friday?"
"What?" He looked at you incredulously, completely lost as your voice went from yelling at him to speaking relatively peacefully, but there was no peace in your voice.
"I said, where am I going on Friday, Leon," you repeated with clenched fists, "if you listen to me if you even bother to pay attention to me, you would know the answer. So where am I going on Friday?"
The silence was your answer, as you expected it to be, you just hadn't expected it to be so painful.
"I'm going to visit my family in the town over," your voice was low and tired, and you wanted to cry but you couldn't even find it in you to do that, "I told you that a thousand times Leon I..."
Biting your lip hard, you felt yourself break skin, and the metallic taste of blood invaded your taste buds. You were so angry at him moments before, angry enough you had been yelling. But suddenly you weren't angry anymore. You were just so sad; sad for yourself and sad for him. He wasn't going to listen to you, not right now, that much was clear.
"I've been busy Y/N-" whatever he said was wasted on deaf ears as you drowned them out unintentionally, your eyes trained on the flask he nursed.
For once, you knew you had to let it be. You had to give him space, and give yourself space.
"I'm sleeping in the guest room," you offered lamely after the long silence between the two of you after he had finished whatever he had said. Leon looked up at you, with a look of surprise, and confusion, "we both need space. From each other. I just... Don't stay up drinking all night."
"Y/N-" his words once again fell upon deaf ears, and his fingers just missed your arm as you turned and went upstairs to the room usually used by people like Claire, or Chris, sometimes Sherry.
When morning came, you had gotten up later than usual, Leon was already gone as he usually was early in the morning with his job and everything. Your heart felt heavier as you walked into the empty kitchen and noted the vodka bottle you two had been given as a gift was half empty. Something in you asked if it was all worth it; did it really do so much that he drank more than he should've? Did it take away the feelings of hopelessness, like the one you were currently stuck in?
Those were the thoughts that followed you the entire day as you went about your routine. They followed you all the way to the spare bedroom of one of your old friend's homes as you decided you and Leon needed to take a break. If you didn't do that, you feared you would only lose him completely. Or lose yourself. It was exhausting.
But what was even more exhausting was not seeing him. You worried for him, and even if you sometimes felt like he didn't, he worried for you.
It would take about a week before something would crack, before the storm that had been brewing between you two, the one that laid dormant after you walked out to take from your relationship, would begin to thunder again, but in a much different way.
"We're here to have fun," your friend who had been letting you stay over said as she pushed a shot of... something into your hands, leaning against the bar from your side while you said on one of the barstools, "and loosen up. You specifically."
You rolled your eyes; this wasn't in your plan for the day, going to a bar. But it was more than you had done in the past week now. Your routine consisted of going to work and heading back to your friends. Nothing more, nothing less.
You wanted Leon. But you couldn't have him right now. You were still upset, and you didn't even know if he wanted you right now. Everything was a mess.
Things seemed to blur together over the course of the night in the bar, your friend insisting on you trying each new drink she got, some not new too. You had had one drink that you ordered of your own volition, and it had been a regular bottle of beer. But the shots your friend got for you two, and the sips of the drinks your friend ordered, culminated into more than you realized and you could say you were a bit more than just tipsy.
For some reason though, your friend seemed to be chugging along much better than you, you must've been a lightweight.
You hadn't even seen your friend in a while, but you also were so out of it that you couldn't exactly comprehend time properly at that current moment in time.
A hand on your arm and a familiar voice seemed to sober you a bit as your eyes met familiar blue, but they were clouded over with pain, with worry. Confusion too, and a bit of shock. Your fingers twitched, aching to touch his arm. His face. To smooth the furrow that seemed to be etching itself into his brow, threatening to become a new and permanent feature.
But the sober feeling you experienced also stopped you from doing any of the above. Rather, your body stiffened a bit and you pulled away from his touch, only barely missing the look of hurt that glided over his features as you did so.
"L-Leon?" the alcohol in your system made it sound more like you were questioning if he was real rather than saying his name, "What are you-"
The question you were going to ask didn't even need to be finished. It didn't even need an answer from him, because even if you were drunk, you knew Leon. And you knew why he was there.
"Oh," you couldn't help but scoff, "you want my drink? It'll start you off-"
Leon wasn't going to pretend that he hadn't come to the bar to drink away his sorrows; to forget all the pain he held onto and the nightmares he couldn't escape, and now the pain of not having you around. But when he walked in and saw you? Something in him stopped. Something in him twisted and he felt nauseous and for once it wasn't because of a hangover, but it was because of you.
You looked so miserable. Not that you realized you were wearing your heart on your sleeve at the bar, with the dejected look on your face and the limp hand holding onto a beverage you clearly didn't enjoy. Whilst at the same time, you looked empty.
Is that what you saw? Is that what he looked like to you when he was drinking? When he was at home or at a bar, focusing on anything but reality?
Leon didn't want a drink anymore, he wanted to get you out of a place that didn't suit you whatsoever. He wanted to take you home, he didn't want you to be him.
"You didn't come here alone, did you?" He cut off whatever you were trying to say as he looked into your eyes sternly.
"What? N-no I'm not stupid... I came here with a friend."
It didn't take long for Leon to figure out the friend because he spotted her coming near the bar, and recognized her.
"Hey, I'm taking Y/N home," Leon tried to not sound aggressive when he spoke, but it may have only made him sound more upset.
"Leon? Oh, ya, of course. Are you two...?"
"We'll be fine," Leon replied as he helped you stand up, "thanks for being with them."
He hadn't just meant in the bar but in the past week. It was left unsaid, but it was laid bare.
As much as you wanted to pull away from the man who gently wrapped one of his strong arms around your waist, and used the other to hold your arm behind his neck, you couldn't. You didn't have the strength to, and you missed him.
Leon was glad he had taken the car and not his motorcycle. There was no way in hell he would've been able to keep you on a motorcycle all the way back to your home that you shared, or well, you hadn't for the past week. But that wasn't the point.
"You're so mean Leon..." you mumbled as he helped you get into the passenger seat of the car. He all but carried you into it like a child and leaned across you to put your seat belt on. You leaned your face into his neck as he did so, breathing deeply.
"I just... Want you to be happy," you continued sloppily, "but you won't... Let me in..."
Leon's breathing stopped for a moment as he stilled, his hand still on the seatbelt he had just finished putting you in. He quickly pulled himself together and pulled back, adjusting the belt on your body so it wasn't digging into your lazy form, but it was still doing its job.
"I know."
There was so much more he could say, but he couldn't. He wasn't sure if he ever could.
He settled himself into the driver's seat and got ready to start the car up.
"I still love you though..." your words were slurred as you rested your head on the car window, feeling your eyes grow heavier.
"I..." Leon's hand was turning white at the knuckles from how hard he was holding the steering wheel. He didn't deserve you. And you didn't deserve this.
"I know..."
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Painful Living
Summary: Remus hurts you accidentally as a werewolf as you’re trying your best to hide it.
Pairing: Remus Lupin x Male Reader
Key: (Y/N)- your name
Word Count: 2718
Your face burned a little as you managed to get out before anyone else got hurt, and now you were limping back to your dorm. Now in the light you could see that it was worse than you initially thought. A fair scratch across your face with some added bruises and scrapes on your legs, better and worse than you had thought.
Things happened so fast, faster than you would’ve liked. This was a rare occurrence which the marauders barely prepared for. The evening outside still raged on as you cleaned yourself off. Nothing felt off or wrong at this moment, so you thought it’d be better to see Madam Pomfrey when it was actually daytime. You winced as you dabbed the alcohol on the wound. This was gonna leave a nasty scar. You collapsed into bed, your dreams felt hot and out of order. Your eyes burned as you opened them to find that as it usually does… time passed and now you were being awoken by an awful talking sound.
“Wah-What?” You managed to say before passing out again, the smell and taste of metallic blood filling your senses as you fell face deep into the pillow. Dreaming of nothing and kind of everything. Hearing the sounds around you and the frantic people making weird sounds you assumed were probably words, but everything was so muffled.
“(Y/N)? Are you okay?” You could hear the fuzzy idea of words coming from a cocky looking mouth. Sirius.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just fine” You slurred out as you waved him away, you just felt a little sick, he should stop worrying. You shivered and pulled the duvet around you. It was cold last night and you think you had bled all over your pillow which was true as you looked back to see the red stain.
“Dammit.” You cursed as you got up, your head spinning before it settled and you could focus your eyes on Sirius.
“What happened last night?!” He scolded you, taking your face aggressively as he inspected the wound. It didn’t sting that much anymore, so you assumed it must’ve properly closed up now. He whispered a few curses to himself and let go of your face. “You just left?!” He pointed vaguely to the air, turning back to you with a hand on his hip.
“Did I?” You mumbled, rubbing your temples trying to remember the exact events of the night. Sirius clicked his fingers in front of you. “Earth to (Y/N), we need to get you to the hospital wing. Remus just got out” Sirius held his hand out towards you.
“Did you say anything?” You said as Sirius helped you out of bed. Your memory became less fuzzy as you walked towards the wing. “Remus. Oh god… Remus” He winced slightly.
“Remus what? Oh.” He looked at the door of the hospital wing, pausing to see if you wanted to go in alone. You nodded and he let you go, waving him off as he headed to breakfast.
Getting patched up, Madam Pomfrey didn’t chat or even scold you. Just working silently with pursed lips as you winced away from her every now and then. She checked you for any sign of infection before dabbing a potion of some kind that made it feel like your body closed in on itself, making you feel dizzy.
Just as quickly as you got in, you left, Lily waiting outside of the doors to escot you back and make sure you were okay.
“I’m fine.” You rolled your eyes, your feet dangling off the edge of the bathroom counter as she applied makeup to the newly formed scar across your face. “See? I’m dandy. Pomfrey patched me up and now no one needs to worry” You tried to give a reassuring smile, but Lily just shook her head.
“You need to tell him (Y/N).” Lily frowned, a hand on her hip as you watched her work her muggle magic on your face. You frowned back. No one needs to worry about you, you were fine. Why couldn’t anyone believe you? “Here. Bring it back after school… Tell him… for your’s and his sake.” She put a hand on your shoulder and you shrugged it off, getting up. “Fine.”
It was hard not to bump into someone as goddamn tall as Remus, but somehow you managed just long enough to make sure he didn’t see you as you slipped out to reapply. James gave you sad side glances from his desk until he managed to corner you. He got up, walking over to your desk, a furrow in his brow.
“Sirius told me.” Similar to Lily, he had placed a strategic hand on his hip, pouting slightly. “Of course he did.” You frowned, giving Sirius a side eye from your vantage point. “No, no. No ‘of course he did.’ It’s not fair to him” He pointed at Remus who was sitting away from the other Marauders similar to he was, looking very deep in thought. Your heart dropping a little bit.
“Tell him.” His nostrils flared as he looked at you, you looked away, guilty. “I can’t.” You whispered away from him, so he could barely hear you. He shook his head disappointedly.
“Fine. I warned you.” As he walked away, you subconsciously touched your face looking over at Remus as you sighed. It’s harder than James thinks, you thought to yourself. An audible sigh leaving you, you didn’t want to lie to your boyfriend, you really didn’t.
Sitting in the darkest corner of the library you can avoid the other, you hear footsteps approaching you. You froze before looking up to see Sirius. “I don’t want to hear it from you too, Pads.” You sighed, sinking further into your seat.
“You can’t tell him, (Y/N).” He sat down next to you, grabbing a book to hide his face as you both talked. “What?” You whispered.
“We both know he’s stubborn. He’ll dig himself into hole.” He whisper shouted back at you, his eyes peering from the top of the book. His eyebrows falling and rising as he talked, ending in a furrow and side glance towards James and Remus on the other side of the library.
“I don’t know.” You replied, sighing heavily as your brain tried to decipher your feelings. Tell Remus, Don’t tell Remus. it was a 2 for 2 vote, you sighed again. This was stupid. You touched your face again, thinking about what Remus would want. Probably to tell him. “Just keep it in mind.” Sirius ended on another frown, today sure was the day for frowning, you thought. He put the book down, giving you a nod as he disappeared behind a bookshelf.
It had been a full two days avoiding Remus like the plague, until he finally cornered you in a hallway on your way to class. Two arms trapping you to the wall, you could feel his breath against you.
“I’m not an idiot.” He asked in a calm anger, a scary trait he had. His eyes burning with determination as you wondered if you could just fall through the wall to avoid him. “I don’t know what you mean.” You lied.
“If you’re scared of me… Just say it.” His eyes pleaded for an answer from you as you struggled to further the lie. With his statement, he back away from you, seeing the metaphorical sweat on your brow.
“That’s- that’s not it” You fumbled, wringing your hands together as your heart pounded into your ears. “Then what?” He barked.
“I don’t- I can’t… I don’t know how to tell you-“ You smudge off makeup to reveal the scar. His face fell as you looked down. He wanted to reach out and trace your scar, but his eyes were filled with betrayal and sadness. You stayed quiet.
“I hurt you, didn’t I?” He demanded softy as you prayed to be sucked into the wall again. His eyes were filled with a kind of hurt you hadn’t seen before. A wave of guilt keeps you somehow quieter than silence itself.
“Just tell me!” He pushed further, stepping back as if your silence struck him a blow.
“I didn’t mean to lie, okay?-“ You tried to start, but he wasn’t having any of it.“What.” He deadpanned, his worst fears coming true as he watched you fumble your wording.
“It got out of hand and then no time was the right time and now-“ You tried even harder to explain yourself, but you had already dug yourself into a hole as you watched Remus’s eyes look for any reassurance that he was wrong.
“All of you lied to me?!” You gulped as his voice was raised, his voice straining as he tried to hold back tears. “To protect you!” You defended yourself as best you could.
“No.” He just said, his hands wanting to reach out even more, but he held them in front of his chest.
`I thought you’d be mad and then we’d break up and never speak again and-“ You wrung your hands together more frantically as he stepped away more.
“You thought right. I am mad.” He sighed sadly, not giving you the satisfaction of a last look as he walked away. A few tears finally escaped your eyes as you watched him.
You paced up and down the common room as Sirius, James and Peter did their own thing, your relentless thinking seemingly escaped your own head as James spoke up.
“I told you.” He hummed sadly as he waxed his broom. “I know.” You sighed. “So many times.” He looked up at you, a motherly shake and sigh as he rubbed circles around the helt. “I know.” You groaned, frustrated with your own decisions.
“For the record I said he’d be hurt.” Sirius wedged in his own opinion, you and James shooting him an angry look. He held up in arms in surrender, shutting his mouth before someone could tell him.
You groaned loudly, throwing your arms up in the air. “I’m going to sleep.’ You announced and your audience shrugged as you stormed off.
Tired and sad, you crawled into the sad excuse you called a bed, a light brown blood stain still on your pillow as you climbed in. You needed to tell Remus something, anything, that reflected your guilt, but you thought it best be a job for tomorrow if you could ever fall asleep.
You caught Remus in the courtyard, the sunset sky looking over it. He was alone, thank merlin, as he read to himself. You took a deep breath and tapped his shoulder. “What.” He stated, still mad. The statement not really in question and more ‘Please leave me alone.’ You sighed and tried to make the words come out, but as he stood up towering over you, you had to clear the lump in your throat before you spoke.
“Let me explain myself and you can hate me in peace, I promise.” You looked up at him with pleading eyes, he chuckled bitterly. “Please, Moony…” You pleaded further trying to catch his gaze.
“I don’t hate you, (Y/N)… How could I? It’s just that I don’t want to hurt you again. Look at you” He pushed your face up with his hand, tracing the scar across your face. “I couldn’t handle that. We made a promise and then you just lied to me.” You looked down, ashamed of his soft eyes piercing your soul. “Your word means nothing if I can’t trust you or myself.” You sat down on the stone ledge in the courtyard.
Remus frowned down at you, his lips pursed slightly as you tried to speak. He bent down to sit next to you.You were trying so hard to get the words out in a way that made sense. He sighed and looked away from you and up into the lilac sky. “Everyone promised no one would get hurt.” He looked back at you, laying a hand on yours. “I can’t handle hurting you again.” You keep your eyes locked away from him. You could hear him sigh again, taking the hand away. “I can’t handle you hurting me again…” He struggled to get the last words out, his throat catching the last syllable.
“This is why I couldn’t tell you. I can rest and be fine. You do it every month, I think I can handle getting a scratch.” You felt yourself growing more frustrated with him. Treating you like you couldn't handle a bit of roughhousing. Though every time he looked at your scar your heart hurt. You put a hand on his shoulder softly, trying to keep the same energy as him.
“It’s not fine. It’s different for me. I deserve this.” He shrugged it off, staying as stubborn as ever.
“You, Remus Lupin, don’t deserve this.” Your frustration was very clear through your tone now, pausing before every word.
“You can’t possibly understand what I go through.” He turned away from you now, eyes truly locked on the sky, refusing to look at you.
“I know that, but I’m trying to, okay?” You huffed out, crossing your arms as you watched his eyes dart from cloud to cloud. Choosing to focus on everything, but you. Your chest growing heavier with guilt and anger.
“Maybe you should stop then. You don’t need to.” He said as he stole a side glance as your frown, looking a little proud at his affect on you. “But I want to, Remus.” You sighed, crawling into yourself as you laid your arms and head on your legs.
“Then maybe we should break up.” The words landed into your brain with a crash, the feeling of the moon being pulled from the sky. Leaving you to feel the darkness that was washing over the sky as the sunset. “W-What?” You managed to choke out.
“Maybe we just shouldn’t be together, We can’t keep hurting each other.” He stared off into space, failing to notice the stream of the tears that started to fall down your face as the words felt like they were slowly choking you. “How can we date if you can’t be honest with me?” The sounds from your sobs were getting more difficult to keep to yourself. Your shoulders shuddered with the exhausted sobs leaving your body, Remus’s ‘peace’ being disturbed by this, he looked back at you.
“I’m s-sorry, I really… I really didn’t want to lie. Please don’t hate me, Remus. Please. I thought it would be okay, that you could be okay. I didn’t want to hurt you” The violent sobs took a course through your throat, the words harder than you thought they’d be. He frowned, this isn’t how he hoped it would go. Against all his better judgement he grabbed you, holding you close as you sobbed.
“It’s okay.” He hummed softly as he held your shaking frame, you sobbed harder into his chest. “It’s not. I lied t-to you. You deserved to know” You spoke muffled by his sweater. “I don’t want to lose you.” “You won’t lose me, love.” He squeezed your body a little tighter, your arms weakly snaking around him too.
“I shouldn’t have lied, it wasn’t fair to you.” You hiccuped as you pulled away from his grasp, looking up at him with the softest look you could. The guilt eating away at you as you watched him look back just as lovingly.
“It wasn’t” He sighed, taking your hands into his while you desperately tried to control your crying.
“I just… You can’t protect me all the time, even from yourself” His heart broke looking at the tears streaming down your face, his eyes softened as he held your hands pulling them to his lips to kiss softly. “I shouldn’t have said that to you.” He whispered into them which felt like it made you sob harder. He was so kind to you.
“I really am sorry, Remus.” You said as you held onto his soft hands, feeling his lips plant another kiss softly onto them.
“I know.” He said softly as you brought you into another hug, wrapping his arms warmly around you. It made you feel safe. It made him feel better.
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Falling asleep in your roommate's bed | JK FF
THE SECOND PART....FINALLY
Falling asleep in your roommate's bed while you are waiting for him to come home from the party
Pairing: Jeon Jungkook X Female|reader
Word count: 3.7k
Raiting: Now 18+ because the second part includes very juicy details. Underage fans should really consider if this is the story you really want to read because you will need Holly water after....just to warn you though
Genre + warnings: Fluff, new relationship au! roommates to lovers, roommates au, cursing with hard dirty talk, love bites, hardcore smut, nipple biting, Kook fingering his girl, a little handjob, messy kissing and unprotected sex....please don't if you're not ready for a baby, lmao( since you all wanted it) , possesive and sexy badboy with some aggressive attitude, angry issues and just your cute bunny being a flirt. This isn't real, just my imagination running wild so just enjoy reading!
a/n: so....finally the second part is here with smut this time. The story is a little over the top, maybe it makes no sense but you choose if you like it so I know what to write in the future. The English is not my native(first) language so please excuse some grammar mistakes and the words I repeat the most but still I'm not guilty about writing this, hehe. Enjoy reading!
How it is to be kissed and wanted by the most beautiful human on earth? It was damn fire as you lied there in your roommate's bed, letting him touch the way no one ever has in a long time.
"Oh god," your moan was heard in the silent room when Jungkook kissed your stomach. It was just a kiss by his soft magical lips but still it made you feel hotter than ever.
"Yeah, baby. Do you like that?" the sound of your roommate's deep raspy voice vibrated over your bare skin, breaking goosebumps all over your body, all the way to your core.
You couldn't believe this is happening because the guy who claimed to hate girls from the very start, he was actually kissing you, in all places. How that even happened? When did he change his mind? You knew well that he always flirted when you started to get to know each other better with you despite his rule so you didn't get why he would do that when you obviously couldn't do the same.
It became a habit for you both were you came home everyday after your evening job, studying as well and he was already waiting for you in the kitchen, making you dinner. That was really sweet of him because you did the other things for him. Like washing laundry, clean the apartment if it became dirty after awhile, taking the trash out when you went outside but those things were just the part of it. Your new roommate was the best boyfriend material ever even though you tried not to show any attention to him so he doesn't think that you have a crush on him or something. That changed obviously when he took more interest in you by being at home every time you were there.
At first he would come only when you are in your room but weeks later he was always hanging around in the living room or kitchen. He always made an excuse so he can talk to you or tease you till you're a like blushing virgin. It was actually adorable and annoying both at the same time.
Coming back to reality, you remember that he forgot to come home because you waited for him, not even giving you any explanation at all why he ditched your movie night for the party so pushing his head away from you before he could bring his lips lower, you manage to sit up in a sitting position.
"Wait, Kook, we need to talk before we do this," your serious tone made him furrow his eyebrows when he also straightened, sitting on his knees.
"Weird, in my dream there wouldn't be any talks but just action," he pondered, thinking maybe you are fucking with him but you glared at him even though he probably doesn't see it because of the darkness in the room.
"Please, this is not a joke or a dream. I just want to know why you went to the party without even texting me once, I waited for you like an idiot, hoping maybe you are just late and will come any time but you never did. That was mean of you because you know how I love watching movies with you. Who knows what did you did there at the party, it looked like you had fun and now you are coming to me because you are horny? Do you really think I'm that easy?" The pent up frustration of your emotions came out like waterfalls and you couldn't stop it once you start. You were too sensitive over little things so you were upset about this overall situation.
It became silent for some seconds, your words shocked him to be honest so he could just stare at you but once the confusion went away, it was only anger.
"What the fuck, y/n? Are you even listening to yourself right now? Why would you think that I see you only like an easy lay?"
His sudden outburst made you flinch but you quickly masked it by rolling your eyes," Well, isn't it true? You wouldn't go to the party otherwise if you cared about me a little if it even means something to you."
Where the sudden confidence came from, y/n?
Jungkook was in disbelief, not knowing how to react but somehow understood your point when he heard sadness in your voice a bit so he admitted to himself that he feels guilty leaving you alone at home.
"I didn't say that I don't care, of course I do, sweetheart. I'm sorry for leaving you alone, it was a dick move from my part, I know but you must know that there was a reason why I was there and I completely forgot," explaining calmly, you are surprised to hear an actual apology from him for the first time and the endearment shocked you for a second also so you couldn't help but blush, good that the darkness didn't give him the satisfaction to see you like it had any effect on you.
"Forgot? You didn't even texted or called me, or you were too busy fucking other girls?" The bitterness and jealousy came out of nowhere and you couldn't hide it anymore.
It was wrong to say something like that because the next thing you know that Jungkook lungs at you, making you scream in surprise when his larger muscular form climbs on top of you, towering your smaller body when he traps you in his arms, feeling him breathing harshly right in front of you face as you bring your hands to his bare chest, feeling how strong he is.
"Take that back or you will get a red ass for that big mouth, " he snarls and for a second you fear that you have pissed him off for real this time.
"A-am I not wrong?" You try to ignore the shivers over you spine when the angry man keeps you trapped for no means of escape.
Your roommate chuckles but there is no humor in it," Are you kidding? You really think that about me?"
"N-o, I d-dont, sorry, " you tremble.
"For the record, I was at the party only for my friend Jimin as a wingman. I didn't even drink or even talked to girls, I'm not interested in them like you think so better change your judgment of me next time before you assume things of your own," he glares at you when his jaw clenches in anger and hurt.
Knowing that he is probably right about that, your head lowers in shame, only now thinking about it like that," I'm sorry, I didn't meant that, I just assumed when you said that your rule is not to mingle with the girls which are living with you, I guess I thought you have other girls elsewhere because come on! you're still a guy and really hot by the way so you still have needs, right?"
Jungkook just shakes his head, not understanding you at all, ignoring the way you said about him being hot," So what? It doesn't mean I go out to fuck strangers. I don't care about other people."
"So that means...-" His finger on your lips shush you when you blink at the shadowy looming frame.
"That means you need to shut your pretty mouth and just let this happen. I like you, y/n and only you so no one can have you but me. You're mine," the confession makes you gasp as you try to make a sound but nothing comes out when you feel him leaning even closer to you, his lips inches from yours.
"Now just let me fucking kiss you so my dream becomes a reality because you're still in my bed and I'm not done with you," with that promise, he really doesn't waste time when his mouth smashes against yours. The second time that night.
All the fears, anger and hurt flows out of the window as you feel his hot mouth on yours, tongue breaking inside to fight with yours. The kiss is rushed and harsh but the longer he kisses you as you finally kiss him back, it becomes slower and more gentler, like he is savoring every second of it. He groans into the kiss when your hips suddenly lifts up when you arch your back and they meet with his crotch and something pokes your inner thigh as you freeze for a second wondering what it is.
You pull away and try to see down but everything is dark between you when you suddenly hear a deep rumble of his laughter.
"That's my cock, baby, why you are shocked?"
His crude words make you blush and you feel yourself becoming red when you realize what he is saying but still your mouth gapes at that revelation.
"Y-Your completely n-naked?" You fear that if you move your hands lower, you will feel something hard underneath your fingers.
"Touch me and find out yourself, " Jungkook teases you when he grabs your ass in his strong hands, making you wrap your legs around his narrow waist and you can't help but gasp when you feel his hardness pressing against your panties when your bodies press to each other. The feel of him so turned on makes you feel wet already and you don't know what to do.
"Feel that, sweetheart? Feel how hard I'm for you? Do you still think that I hate girls and I'm gay? Shocking, right?" His lips drag against your ear when he bucks his hips right there where you feel most empty without something to fill it. He presses his cock against your covered core, making you moan in embarrassment again because you have no power to even stop this.
"J-jungkook, please," pleading him to make the ache go away or stop this at once, you were dizzy with lust not knowing what are you begging for.
"Such a needy girl for me, are you wet already for me, baby? Do you need something?" He mocks in a pity and you shoot daggers at him through your blurry eyes wanting to kill his attitude in this situation but his touch on your panties, pressing his finger against your vagina has you breath harder.
"Oh, what do we have here? Dripping wet pussy and soaked for me,mmm," you hear him chuckle in surprise and you almost kick him in the crotch for being so cocky seeing your reaction to his touch but when that magical finger presses deeper, you gasp as you try to support yourself with your arms on his wide shoulders. He was enjoying this, jerk but you totally loved the feeling of him so close to you.
"Just fucking touch me already," it sounds like a growl from you but to him it was like a kitten who hisses in displeasure. It just makes him feel better seeing you like this, a mess for him.
"Be a good girl and then I will reward you," his mouth brushes your neck as he kisses it gently, taking a love bite. The pain is too good so you try to keep quiet so he continues to touch you. It was killing you, the wait and suspension but the fire in your core was achingly amazing.
"Baby girl," the husky tone of his when he says that name makes you crazy when he finally pushes aside your panties to brush his tattooed fingers on your folds. The sudden relief that he is touching that place makes you jump in surprise, electricity going through your whole body.
"So responsive, " Jungkooks mutters and slides his fingers over your lower lips as you try to seek something out, begging him to just go deeper but still he teases you with gentle touches.
"You're killing me here, Kook, " you whine in protest and hear him smiling against your neck when he whispers back.
"Oh, darling, I just have started so you need to prepare for the rest of the night and once I'm done with you, I will make sure you stay with me in this bed for days till you can walk on your own."
Oh gosh.
"Are you always like that?" your voice is breathless and to be honest it is shocking to hear yourself so needy.
"Like what?" He presses the question back to you as you whine again but this time because he makes you talk when he literally plays with your clit, not going an inch deeper but just sliding his digits over your wet lips like he would play a guitar.
"D- don't make me say it."
"Is that right? Are you, perhaps, nervous, shy?"
You gritt your teeth hard," No, I just need you to- Oh! Oh, fuck!" The sudden scream rips out of you when his finger thrusts into your pussy without a warning, filling your burning emptiness like you wanted him to do but the feeling of him stretching your walls has you close your eyes in ecstasy as you moan, gripping his shoulder blades harder so you don't fall.
His chuckle is barely hard when he starts a slow pace rhythm as his finger goes deeper and deeper, thrusting it in and out, in and out. Before you can breathe again, he inserts another finger, the burn increasing every second, the slick sound of your wet clit the only thing you hear.
"Fuck, you're so sexy," he groans when he kisses you on the lips, thrusting his tongue this time inside your wet hole as you keep bucking your hips in the time of his moving fingers. He has just started but you already feel your orgasm approaching but before you can explode into tiny peaces, Jungkook removes his fingers completely, leaving you more empty than ever as you moan in protest.
Before you can ask him what the hell he is doing, he speaks for you and your answer is there.
"Have to have you, I can't wait any longer," he rasps in pain when you feel his arm between you both reaching something while wrapping his wet palm around his cock, smearing all your juices on himself. So he was naked all right.
"Take your panties off," his growl makes you jump but you oblige immediately when you remove your panties, sliding them down your legs. It was awkward a bit because it wasn't as smooth as you liked to be but it was night time, he couldn't see that obviously.
"Are you on the pill, love?"
You nod but still bite your lip in worry, " Yeah but maybe use a condom."
Jungkook shakes his head," I want you bare for the first time, I want to feel you raw. I will pull out, I promise, " getting closer, he grabs your waist with one hand and with the other guides his cock on your bare pussy. You shudder as you feel the tip touching your sensitive place, sudden fear taking over as you feel him so huge against you. Before you can help it, your hand moves on its own and you slide your fingers where his are. Jungkooks chokes almost, surprised from your sudden touch but still lets you explore when he removes his hand so you can fully grab him in your hand. His cock feels thick and big in your small hand, you thought for a second how it will fit inside you.
"Fuck, baby girl, your hand feels amazing, " he throws his head back as he groans feeling your soft hand on his hard dick. It was killing him also and he tried to control himself not to pin you against the bed and fuck your brains out until you can't even think properly. So you can think about him and nothing else.
To distract himself, he went to your crop top, sliding his hands underneath to feel your soft breasts and he growled, satisfied that they are the perfect size for his palms. Not too big and not too small either. Pushing your top over your naked breasts, you gasped when he leaned over and took your right nipple in his mouth. Sucking, bitting and suckling until the hard bud was aching, he did the same with the other nipple while gripping and squeezing the first one in his hand, fingers pinching the sensitive tip, still wet from his mouth. You almost forgot to touch him because the feeling on his mouth on your nipples was too good to be true.
"God, would spend eternity kissing your breasts, they are so tasty," Jungkook bites the underside of your boob, making you scream in pleasure even though the feeling was a little bit painful.
Your hand accidentally grips his cock harder than necessary and he hisses when he leans back too look down at you, some light from the sunrise, early morning hitting your face, showing him your beautiful face, laying there on his bed, ready to be taken by him and only him. He was some lucky son of a bitch, knowing that you're his and he was too late for realizing that you're the one he was waiting for all his life.
Your nose was scrunched due to the pain he was inflicting on your nipple but that went away when you felt him gazing at you. You didn't know when or how the time passed but there was some light from the window as you could see him more clearly. The sight was breathtaking when you saw him staring at you with a possessive gaze, his hair messy from your activities and his eyebrow and lip piercings winking at you when he breathed hard, his chest rising and falling.
Your eyes immediately went lower and you saw his muscles displaying on how much stronger he was than you and when you finally saw his cock, you exhaled in surprise, seeing it red and pulsing, standing up right there in front of your pussy and the longer you stared, the faster it grew bigger if that was even possible.
"Oh god," you moaned with your eyes wide and that was the last straw because Jungkook couldn't wait any longer, seeing your lust filled eyes literally begging him to take you.
Pinning you against the bed, pressing his body on yours, he wrapped his hand around your throat and growled when he took himself in a hand and pressed his dick against your core. Not even preparing you for his size, he started to push in. The sudden intruder made you choke on air, feeling your walls gripping him but that wasn't nothing compared for his next move. Thrusting finally in, deep to the end, you screamed from the burn and the feeling of being so full like never in your life before.
"You basically wanted this, right? Now you feel my cock deep inside you, feel it how it wrecks your small tight pussy," he whispered through his gritted teeth as his jaw clenches feeling you so small, your hot hole fitting his dick like glove.
"Oh my God, Jungk-!" He shuts you up when he kisses you again, his hand gripping your neck tighter. Somehow the lack of air makes you feel even wetter and before you know it, you scream as your orgasm goes off like fireworks, your walls holding his cock for dear life when he keeps thrusting, his hips bucking against yours as you hear him moan in the kiss from the feeling of you clamping him.
"Fuck, Jungkook, I- I think I will c-come again," You shuddered and moaned in his mouth when you felt him jerk inside of you.
"Can't stop fucking you, your pussy feels so good, fuck," he growls when he pushes even deeper and harder, hitting your g-spot again, your eyes rolling back from the pleasure as you start crying from the feeling.
"Say you're mine!" The sudden obsessive tone of his voice has you clench around him again and Jungkook moans.
"I'M YOURS JUNGKOOK, JUST FUCK ME - OH MY GOD!" The last push takes you over the edge and he groans when he reaches his finish along with you but for your shock, he doesn't pull out, he keeps thrusting until his cum blasts inside you, filling you to the brim and still he doesn't stop, he keeps coming forever making you scream again from the third orgasm.
"Fuck fuck fuck," Jungkook groans brokenly when you sob from the intense pleasure as he slowers his thrusts, just sliding in and out, like the feel of you will dissappear once he pulls out but everything seems like a blur once he stops and just kisses your face and neck so you can calm down," Sorry, I broke my promise. You felt too good around me. I'm really sorry, baby," he whispers when he rests his forehead on yours, still being inside you as you feel his spend dripping out of you already.
You just shake your head and let him pull you to the side when he wraps his arm around you waist and manages to stay inside.
"Doesn't matter anymore, too late for that."
He snuggles your neck and his hold on you gets tighter," Sorry for being too rough, I just couldn't help myself."
You smile at at that and tiredly look at him, his concern shining in his beautiful dark eyes," It was okay, I loved it."
"You did?"
You hum as you close your eyes, nodding your head, sleep taking over but your eyes snap open when he starts to push his dick out of you and slides back inside, your surprise on your expression making him chuckle deeply when you moan from being too sensitive as your walls keep clenching.
"You really didn't think it was over, do you?"
Well....
"Because I'm not done with you, we have more hours before we can go to rest. Since you said you're mine, I'm not going to let you go, you're mine, baby."
How can I resist if he says it like that?
You were doomed to the core. Somehow you were lucky that you fell asleep in his bed, this handsome man finally is yours alone.
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