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hyacinthsdiamonds · 1 year

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Not liking a driver does not give you a free pass to bodyshame them, or to wish literal death and severe harm on them, or to be racist and/or xenophobic towards them. Not liking a team doesn't give you a right to do the above to those afflicted with the team either, or to be misogynistic towards the women involved with those teams. Not liking which team or driver someone supports, does not give you a right to do any of the above.

The drivers and the teams may never see the hate you spill but wait. We all know that they do;

Nicolas Latifi got such severe death threats he had to hire security

I'm not touching on the disgusting racist abuse faced by many of the drivers because there has been far too much to easily unpack but I do want to note that it got so bad last year that Alex for instance got such severe abuse last year his fans had to tell his family to go offline for a few days (not to forget the people who made up conspiracies about him and used his mother's past as a means to justify the abuse they were directing towards him).

I'll never forgot the amount of sexist hate directed at Hannah Schmitz, one of the few and one of the most recognizable women in the paddock who has lead red bulls strategy department the last couple of years, - because apparently women in motorsport are only valid if they're not under the red bull umbrella - which got so bad multiple of the drivers called it out publicly.

The multiple conspiracies created about and general racial discrimination faced by Yuki and Zhou which was and continues to be encouraged and spread by primarily the English speaking journalists and commentators

Let's not forget the sexist chants sung about Sophie Kumpen; Max's mother at Monza, or the literal death threats that were sent to his sister and young nephews.

The way some of you talk about Michael Schumacher, I don't have the words. The ski jokes has not once in the last decade been funny.

I could go on and on. I could literally do this all day.

Sure the drivers might never see it but that doesn't mean nobody will and we all see how conditional any form of your allyship is. "Racism is wrong unless it's about x, sexism is wrong unless it's about y, death threats are wrong unless it's about z, etc". Do better. You cannot claim the moral high ground, if you do any of the above, no matter how much higher you perceive yourself to be than the person you're directing the above towards.

As for death wishes or crash wishes, cop yourselves on to fuck. I would never wish what I've been through, what my family has been through, on my worst enemy, let alone some driver I'll probably never even meet. F1 is nowadays a safe enough sport but that has not always been the case and there is still no 100% guarantee of completely safety. The risk is still there even with all the advancements in safety. So many drivers have lost their lives or have had their lives altered forever as a result of a crash. Some of the drivers on the current grid are directly impacted or know those whose lives have been lost or altered because of a crash. Nearly everyone on that grid has a story. Some of you have their photos as your icons as you wish literal death and injury on their coworkers, their friends. They would be beyond disgusted by you. I can name far too many drivers who lost their lives in this sport, it shouldn't take naming them to make people realize that wishing for some to die like they did is a disgusting act. If it were to come true, would you celebrate? Would you cheer as the red flag came out? I don't think I want to know the answer, considering some of the things I've seen in the main tags over the last couple of years (see that one person who wanted to violently and literally stab and kill a driver or see that disgusting poll about which way would be best to literally kill another driver).

Don't start with but x did this or y fans did that, if they jumped off a cliff, would you? Why are you so eager to lower yourself to what you feel are their low standards or morals? And I don't blame a driver for the actions of someone who calls themselves a fan while doing anything that I've mentioned in this post, because they're not fans, they're people who use the driver they claim to back as a shield and as an excuse for their appalling behavior.

Also, if you have to say "I don't like driver x but I agree nobody deserves this type of abuse", get rid of everything before the but. You don't have to like someone to offer them basic respect or human decency.

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calamity-bean · 6 years

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regarding Josiah Hunt

Three episodes into season 2 of Harlots, and I’ve seen a lot of snark, derision, hatred, and almost ZERO positive interest whatsoever directed toward our new buddy Josiah Hunt. I understand the jokes and the dislike. After all, he’s burst onto the scene with a branding iron and a whipping post; his sentences are overly punitive and (ironically, given his convictions) arguably uneven; and he’s just kinda grumpy and awkward, to boot. I’ve certainly no interest in telling anyone who they, personally, should and shouldn’t like.

Yet, honestly? I find him EASILY one of the most interesting new characters. And at this point, at least, there’s a lot I like about him. I like his mannerisms, his dour awkwardness, his house empty of pretty much anything other than books. I like his sense of duty and his sincere belief in justice as a concept, even as I disagree with the harshness and contradictions of his implementation. I like that he, though “obscure and lowly,” has explicitly set out to oppose the sort of rich and powerful men Lydia caters to and to punish the brutalities he knows they’ve inflicted, even as he's rightfully called out for some brutalities of his own. He’s multifaceted and largely well intentioned, and though he definitely has the power to cause great harm, I’m not prepared to dismiss him as awful or even entirely antagonistic just yet. Hunt’s worldview may not have much gray in it, but Harlots itself tends not to be so black and white.

Rigidly lawful characters like Hunt fascinate me. Their conflation of Legality with Morality; their adherence to the letter of the law over the spirit; their blindspots and contradictions; their need to justify their actions according to someone else’s code, so often blind to the possibility that they’re letting their personal code creep in ... And I think the reason I find characters like this so compelling is that narratives seldom allow their principles to emerge unscathed.

Stories like to make characters confront their most sacred worldviews and question their most foundational qualities. For characters like Hunt, that means forcing them into increasingly difficult questions of what is lawful versus what is right. Sometimes, they bend — mellowing, growing more merciful, learning to see in shades of gray. Sometimes, they don’t. They double-down on their stances until the situation becomes absolutely untenable ... By which point so much tension has built up that it may be too late to turn back, too late to bend. At that point, what is there to do but break?

Already, every episode so far has asked Hunt to question his judgment in some way or another and to respond by either relenting or doubling down:

2.01: Lydia asks him to corrupt himself by colluding with her like Cunliffe did. He does not bend; he has her arrested in what seems intended as a deliberate statement that money/status will not, in his court, exempt one from the law.

2.01/2.02: Amelia begs leniency for Violet. He bends, twice: firstly by reconsidering Violet at Amelia’s request (though he then sticks with his original decision because Violet doesn’t seem repentant) and then again at Amelia’s request to take on Violet as housekeeper.

2.02: The community accuses him of classism because of his treatment of Violet and Nancy and because he won’t pursue Lydia for Kitty’s murder without hard evidence. He does not bend, having Nancy arrested and flogged — but the community’s powerfully negative reaction to her punishment, their unified refusal to even watch it, clearly shakes him, leaving him dramatically unsettled once out of the public eye.

And now, in 2.03, we see him making more of an effort to understand the motivations of sex workers, specifically re: working in brothels (his ignorance of which has definitely been a major blind spot and bias thus far). We see Florence — a character who, especially in early season 1, shares much of his dogmatic attitude — trying to make him see that although Margaret and Lydia are, as bawds, both criminals according to the law, there’s a BIG difference in their morality.

Will that difference ever matter to Hunt? Will he develop more willingness to compromise and show leniency? Will he recognize the contradictions in his actions and the flaws/biases in his worldview? Or will he double down on his policies? Grow even harsher? Pursue his quarry doggedly and without mercy, blind to the way his own prejudices affect the way he enforces the law? Perhaps even become corrupt, if Lydia is able to get powerful friends who have influence over him, the way she's hoping to?

Heck if I know!

Harlots managed a significant mellowing of Florence in season 1, and I’ve seen other shows that REALLY turned characters like Hunt around. But this show deals heavily with both the socioeconomic tyranny of men over women and the tyranny of privileged classes over unprivileged ones ... so Hunt might not be the kind of character Harlots is interested in mellowing. And although Hunt’s position COULD make him an ally to our protagonists in some situations (say, if he plays a role in solving Kitty’s murder and/or bringing the Spartans to justice), it also positions him as a very real source of danger to any character who’s committed a crime — or any character who Hunt BELIEVES has.

I’ve got no idea where this guy is gonna end up in terms of bending or breaking, sympathetic or unsympathetic, etc. But I’m sure he’s gonna continue to impact the other characters in a big way, and I’m intrigued to see how it goes.

#harlots hulu #josiah hunt #this probably sounds weirdly defensive but oh well #i think there are very legit criticisms to be made of this guy #but he's faaar from the worst character on a show full of rapists murderers kidnappers child abusers etc #and i was pretty eager to do character analysis on him #but then got kinda intimidated #by the amount of like.... name-calling & death wishes i've seen directed toward him #but ehhh... fuck it. i'm enjoying him.#harlots meta #op #my meta #harlots

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yanderes-galore · 3 years

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Wither

Yandere! Man in Red Origin/Scenario

A/N: This is based off the MiR discussions I've had with Anons. I wanted to show how I see him so it can make character interactions easier, possibly? I could've put more but let me know what you think.

Possible Trigger Warnings: Disgusting themes, I get graphic with descriptions, mentions of cult like atmosphere, mentioned sadism, unrequited love, implied death, mentions of sexual themes.

"It all started with you...."

Something about you made Naib warm inside. A nice temperate warmth that felt comfortable on the skin. A feeling you could crave.

Each conversation, interaction, and letter made Naib excited. A crush, if you will. The first time he met you at your job he felt you were truly something.

Each time he got one of your letters or heard your voice call his name, he was on a high. A normal feeling when you have feelings for someone.

He wanted to share these feelings with you. To let them flourish between you both! He wanted you both to bask in happiness as you enjoy each other's pleasant embrace.

Then, you stopped responding to him.

Through letters, conversation, everything. He felt as if he was talking to a wall.

Did he do something wrong? Was there something on your mind? You can share it with him!

Each time he saw you, you looked as if you wanted to say something. He tried to ask about it but you'd push him away.

It was around this time he noticed something caught in his throat.

Periodically, he'd cough.

Something in him felt odd....

Especially when he saw a small white flower in his hand, covered in his own spittle.....

"The dark abyss requires a vessel and fear to feed on...."

Not many paid attention when Naib isolated himself. The man grew paler, blue eyes growing fainter. His brown hair even starting to go grey.

His sickly feeling grew overtime and he was at a loss. Before everything got this bad he did manage to get an answer.

Days ago, perhaps closer to a week, Naib saw you again.

You were still has dismissive as always but Naib decided to be a bit persistent.

He needed answers, why did you cast him away?

"Was it something I did? Is someone bothering you?"

Then, you answered.

"Naib...Something came up, I'm sorry."

"Like what?"

You seem to grow shy again for just a moment, but Naib's worried blue gaze urged you to continue.

"I've been busy with a relationship. I've met someone and I just haven't been able to speak with you."

Naib couldn't bear to hear anymore, his throat growing tight again.

"Ah, I see...."

If people noticed Naib's condition deteriorating after that, nobody said a thing.

He looked...dead almost-

Like he was a dead man walking.

Hiding away in his green cloak on the outskirts of town, Naib hunches over once again.

More perfect white flowers fell from his lips, glistening in the moonlight.

"The roots of fear will flourish within a weak willed host...."

He felt as though he was losing his mind. The town felt so empty without the one he held dear. You had decided to leave to live out your own fantasy with another man he assumed.

Leaving him here to wither....

Illusions corrupted his vision and mind. Flowers pure as snow littered the people's faces. Roots black as the night grew along the streets and up their arms. White butterflies soared the air in front of his face.

The sky was crimson, the ground a deathly grey.

Hesitantly, as Naib walked through the town, he held out a pale arm to one of the bright butterflies.

It was pure and bright like a heavenly light. A shimmering insect of hope. He tries to grasp it...

But it flickers out of his grasp.

A tear falls from his dulling eyes...

Black as death.

"Death will flourish within the host's broken cracks, you will be the one to make them bow."

He wasn't even sure what he was anymore.

Skin pale as though he'd never seen the sun in decades and eyes white as though they never had a pupil. His brown hair now a pale silver like the rest of him.

Hands became claws and black tendrils began growing from his skin. Black tears of anguish stained his cheeks and pure white flowers grew....

Voices whispered in his mind and he felt as though he'd pass out. How long had it been? Weeks? Months? This was no mere heartbreak, this was something more.

The ground around him was littered in those damp white flowers. Roots black while a tar like substance spread through the grass like a plague.

Death was coming. That's what his mind had whispered. He wondered if it meant his death.....

Although it felt like an aching memory, he still thought of you. His beloved dear whom he fell for. He hoped you were doing well.

With another spew of gunk and flowers, Naib collapses into his own corruption.

His mind is fuzzy, eyes blank as he looks towards the direction of the village. He feels himself passing out but he tries to think of you.

"I wish to see you one last time...."

Just as the life he once knew cuts to black, he sees one last thing.

A butterfly, pure and glowing.

He weakly reaches out to touch it.

His clawed fingertips graze the insect before falling to the ground. The insect withering at the slight touch.

"The ritual will be complete, you are their ruler."

Flowers, roots, and butterflies became common themes to him. Along with death, sadism, and lechery.

A new life was given to him, the life of a leader.

A god to some, a devil to others.

He could no longer remember what brought him to this point or why. All he cared about now was having those below him bow to his will.

A small part of him was looking for something. Through the copious amounts of lustful acts and charismatic talks to his followers, he wanted to feel a certain feeling again.

A warm feeling that felt pleasant, not burning. One that massages his skin and heart, not scars it. Yet no matter what he does, he can't find it.

It's a feeling he had long ago. The demon can deduce that, at least. But he wasn't sure if he'd ever taste such luxury.

He had everything in this town now. A life full of both pleasure and pain. Now everyone listened to him, too.

He even had a musician who played him tunes. Sigil of the Abyss was his title. Everyone had a title here, he could care less what their actual names were.

He could barely remember his own.

His title was Man in Red, the most important one of all the titles here.

All he cared about was that the musician played him music to calm him. The demon leans against his chair, listening closely. The tune was another thing that sounded familiar but he didn't know from where.

Perhaps it was connected to that feeling he yearned for, too....

"Your craving will wane with his blood...."

Intrusion. He could feel it.

Like a fly vibrating in a spider's web, Man in Red felt a disturbance in his town.

New people. At least two new people were here. He'll make sure they get a warm welcome.

Then, he felt as though he was struck in the chest.

A man in blue with gold eyes wandered the town, a woman in his grasp.

"It's you......"

He knew that woman was important but he couldn't pin point why.

The demon chuckles, an excited feeling brimming in his chest.

Perhaps he'll have to play with them to find out?

#yandere identity v #yandere x reader #male yandere #yandere male #yandere male x female #yandere male x reader #yandere naib subedar

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laboflove · 3 years

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Oikawa & Iwa X FR

•Aged up•

Word Count- 2363

❗Warnings❗{Smut, angst, praising, infatuation, ridiculing, cheating, body shaming}

A/N: Thicc Y/N who's dating Oikawa and although he says he loves her it doesnt seem that way.

He smiles as he sees your eyebrows pushed together, you were always so cute when you were angry, he just wanted to keep making fun of you to see that face. "Tooru" you suddenly say making his smile fade, "Yeah?" He says confused and your phone buzzes, "Nevermind, I have to go, Iwa is here" you say then kiss his cheek before leaving.

A frown forms on his face as he sees you walk off, you were always hanging out with Iwaizumi. It made him mad because you were HIS girlfriend not Iwaizumi's. He huffs then leaves as well, whatever, hed just make you remember how great it is to date him.

You walk in to find him on your bed and he smiles, "Hey" you both say, you climb onto the bed forgetting about today at work and he pulls you onto his chest. "Did you gain weight? Damn" he says with a chuckle making the thoughts come back, "I think, I'll lose it dont worry" you whisper as you move off and onto the side.

He pulls you close, his hands trailing your body making you anxious, you werent skinny like other girls, you had curves and Oikawa would always tease you about it, middle school to now and you always tried to lose weight but youd gain it back. An endless cycle and honestly the last thing you wanted right now was for him to be touching you like this.

Yet you dont stop him, instead closing your eyes and trying to fall asleep but his hands get more touchy, soon enough spreading your legs. "Not tonight Tooru" and his frown appears again, that's the second time this week you've called him that. "Okay" he says then turns around and you both fall asleep, one angry and confused and the other filled with dark thoughts.

"I just dont understand, shes been calling me Tooru this entire week, why?" He says as he passes the ball to Iwa, "Its your name" He says making him huff. He knew it was his name but you've never called him that before, so why now?!

"I dont like it, she never calls me that so why now? Did I do something wrong?" He says and Iwa stops, "You always make fun of her, im surprised she hasn't dumped you yet" and Oikawa's mouth goes dry. His biggest worry, something he never wants to happen, for you two to break up, you meant everything to him, youd always lift him up, give him pointers and take care of him. You couldn't leave him, you're all he had.

"S-she knows I'm just kidding, I don't mean any of it" he says then the ball flies towards him, "Iwa-!", "It always sounds like you mean it, you tell her shes fat, that shes not pretty enough, that she isnt smart, terrible shit but you never say that you're just kidding. Even then you shouldnt say shit like that to someone who already deals with criticism as it is, you especially shouldn't say it to her because shes your goddam girlfriend" he leaves and Oikawa clenches his fists.

"Hey!" And he looks back, "Do you like her?!" He yells out earning a nod making his blood boil, "I've liked her since middle school, even more in high school and the most right now, but she made the stupidest decision on dating you" and he walks off again.

"Youd never leave me right?" He asks as he rests his head on your chest, you dont answer making him look up with dim eyes, "You would?" He asks and you sigh, "If something were to happen yes but just breaking up with you for no reason would not happen" and he nods. "Um, what would be the reason?" He whispers remembering the conversation with Iwa, "If one of us cheats, I'd never do it but well..." you stop and he looks up at you.

"I-im sorry, I'll never hurt you like that ever again, so please dont leave me" you nod then place a kiss on his head.

He looks back at the tv but hes barely focusing on it, only remembering that night. He was drunk, saying terrible stuff and when he woke up he found you in front of him, sitting down, looking super tired and your eyes were so dry and red. He didnt know why till he looked around and found unfamiliar clothes, women's clothes.

You didnt talk to him about it, none of you brought it up and soon you were both back to normal but he knew that all trust created was gone.

His thoughts are broken by the familiar buzz pattern and you pull the phone to your ear, "Hey" you say with a smile, why cant you smile like that when you talk to him? Why doesnt your voice get all cute and soft with him? Why is it only with Iwa?

"Oh I'm with Oikawa" you say as your hand runs through his hair, he smiles and even more as you rest it on his cheek. "I-iwa" your hand twitches slightly and he can feel your aura change, "Dont call me until your done with that crap, God, you're worse than Oikawa" you put your phone down and he looks up at you.

"What's wrong?" He asks but you shake your head, "Its nothing, just Iwa being a bit of an asshole" he nods and you look at the tv.

"He doesnt love you, he says all that shit which he shouldnt be saying, what if he cheats on you again huh? "

You let out a sigh then close your eyes, uh oh, you're pissed.

"Hey" you hear, turning around you see them and shoot a smile, "Hey guys" you say as you slowly come to a stop. "Whatre you doing here?" One asks, "Oh uh well you know working out" you say and they nod. "Any specific reason? You look perfect already" you laugh making them confused, "Yeah right, if I was Oikawa wouldnt judge me 24/7" you say and they tilt their heads.

"Anyways, I'm gonna get back to this" you say with a small smile and they head to the other side, "Whatre you thinking?" Akaashi asks as Bokuto glares in your direction. "I'm thinking that I want to kill Oikawa", "As much as I'd love to help you do that, its illegal" he says and he huffs. "Only if i get caught".

"Whatre you doing?" He asks as his arms wrap around your waist, you step off and you smile, "Yes" you say and he rubs your stomach, it's not as squishy as before. "I finally lost 15 pounds" you whisper with a large smile and although he should be congratulating you it doesnt make sense. "Whyd you lose weight?" He asks and you look back, "For you, you wanted me to lose it remember?" You say and he looks at you in the mirror.

"I'll love you no matter what", "Haha, yeah right Mr. I want a trophy wife who's beautiful and perfect" you say then move away, his heart clenches hearing you say the words he regrets telling you. He didn't want anyone but you.

"Y-you know I love you right?" He says and you look at him, you dont say anything making his heart break. "I do Tooru, it's just hard to believe" and he looks down, "Okay".

"Y/N" he says for the thousandth time this night, "Are you even listening to me?! It's like you dont care about me! You're always off with Iwaizumi doing God knows what! Why cant you just love me! Only me!" The tears keep falling but you dont look back and you dont let a sob escape. For three days it's been like this, him finding anything to ridicule about and making sure you knew how terrible of a girlfriend you were.

You stand then look at the tree your parents gave you, well it was meant for both of you, something to resemble your love for each other, always growing and alive till death.

A sigh escapes your lips and you walks up to it, "Just as I suspec-", "If I cut this down does that mean were done too?" You ask surprising him. "What does that mean?" He asks and you turn to look at him, "I want to break up" and he looks down. You're crying, you're actually crying, hes never seen you cry, you always refused to look at him whenever you did so hes never got to see it and he wishes he never did.

"Why?", "Why? Why?! Why else Tooru?! Every second I spend with you hurts me! The love in our relationship cant even compare to the amount of pain there is! You give me so much shit and i try to be better, i try to become someone perfect for you but theres always something! I dont love Iwa like I love you! I never have! I only love you but it's like you dont think i do! Even though you're the one that cheated! You're the one that broke the trust! I should've broke up with you before!" You cover your mouth realizing what you just said and you look away.

You were right but why did you say all that stuff to him, he looks at you but quickly looks away. "I'm leaving" you say then rush past him, "W-where are you going?" He asks as he follows you upstairs, you couldn't leave, not like this. He has to say sorry, he has to fix it, he cant lose you!

"I dont know but I cant stay here" you pack stuff up as you avoid his hands, "No" he suddenly says as you reach for the front door. "Bye" you leave in a rush and he looks around, "NO! GET BACK HERE!" and he falls to ground. It actually happened, you left him, you left him and it's his fault, who's going to love him now? Who's going to help him when he gets sick and who's he going to tease?

He leans in as he holds you close, "I love you" he whispers but you stop him, "Its been two months yet you still push me away", "I didnt have sex with Tooru till we were five months in" you say but he doesnt stop, "Oh c'mon, you know you want to so ju-", "Can you stop? I'm really not in the mood for anything like this" you say as you push his hands away from your stomach and thighs.

"Oh I get it" he says as he pins your hands above your head, "You think I'm like Oikawa, that I'll point out your flaws, that I'll think you're ugly, that I dont actually want you" he says into your ear and you look away, he was right and you both knew that. "Well guess what, we all have flaws, I dont think you're ugly and damn do I want you" he kisses you hard but your squirm in his embrace.

"N-no Iwa stop" you let out with a soft moan as he rubs his knee against your clothed heat, "Why? We both want this, you just cant admit it" his tongue trails up your neck as you resist him only making him want you more. "So soft and you always smell so good" he murmurs as you grind against his knee although your mind is saying you dont want this.

"So pretty, especially these moans" desperate whines leave your mouth as he slowly undresses you, "Heh, I think we should take this to the bed" he says as he looks down at your naked body.

Your arms cover yourself as much as they can as he lifts you bridal style, "M-maybe we should wait, i-i should lose a few m-", "Shut the hell up or else I will tie you up" you nod fast and he places you on the bed. "Fuck me" you turn red seeing his eyes take you in, he reaches for his shirt and you move up to help him but he pushes you down making you bounce a bit.

"Stay right there" he undresses as you watch, once hes done he spreads your legs making your body heat up and filling you with so many emotions. "So perfect" he says as he pushes in slowly, you hiss slightly at the feeling you havent felt in such a long time. "Ah- no, Haji-!" He thrusts harder and faster making the frame hit the wall, over and over.

"So warm, so tight and it feels so good" moans leave his mouth making you bite your lip, this felt so different, way too different. "Dont think about him" he says as he thrusts hard sending your eyes wide open, "I-I dont know how he fucked you, or if hes a goddamn sub but dont! Fucking! Think about him!" He growls out with a thrust each time, feeling angry that even now you're still thinking about him. "Sorrysorrysorry!"

Pants leave his mouth as cries leave yours, "God I love you, I love you so much" he mutters as he looks at your pink cheeks and tears falling down your face, he lowers next to your ear as one hand holds your thigh as the other holds your head close to him. "I love the way you just clamp around me" his hips slow down, grinding against you, "I feel like coming every time I thrust into you, that's how good you feel" you tighten around him as the praises keep coming.

Why did this feel so good? Just his words were getting you there and it was so embarrassing that he made you feel this way. "I just cant believe that the woman I've loved since I was 13 is finally mine, that were here together and you're in my arms" he stops to kiss you and you sniffle slightly, "You can come now" a soft cry fills the room as you come and he thrusts a bit more leading to groans and a warm feeling in your core.

"You're mine, only mine".

#haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #oikawa toru x reader #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi smut

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sereisstuff · 5 years

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝟹

Demon!Taehyung x chubby reader (fem)

summary-The son of Poseidon helps you remove the mark, but Taehyung doesn’t enjoy the mortal emotions he’s beginning to feel.

warnings-slight mentions of drowning!!

(A/N-i feel like this is gonna flop a bit, but other then that thank you all for all the amount of support I've had over the past few weeks of making this story it feels incredible)

I haven’t proof read though cause i’m a lazy shit, so there may be some grammatical mistakes.

!!ENJOY!!

The pale moonlight shone brightly above the pair of you, waves crashing sensually against the sand there jungkook stood in the waters of his home. The substance barely reaching his bruised knees”I’m gonna need you to come in”he gestured for you to step in the odourless liquid.

hesitant you glance back to Taehyung who stepped further away from the sand, he looked worried but unfazed seating himself on a branch with his arms crossed keeping an eye out for any unwanted visitors.

“What will happen”you asked cautiously you weren’t a big fan of water. Every time you looked at it memories of the colourless tides trapping you beneath its strong currents soak back into your brain causing tension between you and the younger man.

“Don’t worry about it,”

“And, well, I can see my cousin no longer wants my name embedded in your skin so there’s only one way to remove it” jungkook used his abilities to raise the tides to lift you from your spot, it seemed like limbs formed into arms caressing your skin as it effortlessly placed you in front of him.

words couldn't express your shock but actions could, your eyes widened and out of reflex you tried to shove the water failing miserably, grabbing nothing but embarrassment as the male chuckled at your movements”I could see you weren’t gonna make the first move, and my cousin looks awfully impatient back there”jungkook acknowledged Taehyung tilting his head in the direction of the demon.

who tapped his foot impatiently on the ground staring at you both boredly.

“there’s no need to be scared”jungkook suddenly mentioned calming the tides by the palms of his soft hands, he looked at you gently reaching for your wrist.

“I'm not scared” you replied trying to hold your head high, he lifted a brow in judgement lifting the tide slightly and watched as your heart pounded in fear. something they forgot to mention was their ability to feel the emotions of those who are dawned with their mark.

“yeah, sure”jungkook scoffed puncturing the walls of his cheek with his tongue, he was getting annoyed but continued to remind himself that you were a mortal compared to him a Demigod who has lived in the waters with these abilities his entire life, growing one with the supernatural beings.

It wasn’t anything new for him, but for you It would be like training a baby to walk the path of gods.

“are you underestimating me, water boy”you paused to look at the young man with a threatening glare it was bad enough you have a history with the tides, maybe punching the god of the seas son in the face will be a warning for him to never mess with you again.

he rolled his eyes snatching your wrist tired of your restless banter”this is gonna hurt” he muttered under his breath, tone laced heavily in stress Inducing himself under the Influence of the water, In order for the ritual to be done jungkook would have to be under the control of his father, who by the way wouldn’t be pleased.

“Jungkook” you grabbed his shoulders feeling the waves repeatedly crash against the front of your shins staring at the son of Poseidon who had his eyes closed forcefully clenching the insides of his palms, conjuring everything he could in order for his pleads to be heard.

maybe he should have explained to you what was about to happen.

you held tightly against his shoulders feeling an immense amount of weight fill your lungs, suffocating the air out of you, the transparent wind was no longer filling your insides but what felt like water was. Jungkook winced when the colourless substance began to rise further and further until you both were forced under the ocean.

your desperate need for air was shoved into the currents only to be seen by the passing by fish.

you scrambled for anything to reach for wishing nothing more than death to ease the pain, but jungkook needed a few more seconds under water in order for that very mark to no longer co-exist on your wrist.

grabbing your worn out body as you could only stare at him breathlessly watching the way his brown hair floated so elegantly with the tides form a sort of entertainment any type of thing to rest your mind on was good enough, better than focusing on the explosion of your lungs.

“one more second”you heard him say as you could only welcome the depths of the never ending darkness with welcome arms, but no longer then a second the ocean settled retreating back to its place letting you drop into Jungkook’s arms, he panicked as your distressed state began to make an appearance.

placing you on the ocean floor to help you regain life.

“ow” you muttered tiredly with your eyes closed feeling pressure on top of your chest, a burning desire to spew out any sort of salty compulsion filling your lungs, and out came the dead sea falling from your mouth in trails of your cries.

“and that’s how you remove a mark” jungkook huffed as he helped you up. feeling nothing but rejuvenated from the help of his father, he admitted that it was risky to do this but surprisingly you lasted under the water for longer then expected which wasn’t normal. this is only the second time he’s performed this type of thing the first time wasn’t a pleasant experience.

you noticed Taehyung straying further from the sand as if the sight burned his insides, crossing his arms still holding that bland look “it’s done” jungkook helped you walk up the path to where Taehyung had hid himself, he looked at you worrying over your constant shivering.

your lips had turned purple and he felt......guilty.

jungkook eyed the pair in curiosity, slowly letting you go from his grasp to give you back to his cousin”holy shit it’s cold”you whispered weakly, then developing yourself in your arms. blowing hot air into your hands praying it would do something to help.

Taehyung groaned watching you pathetically warm yourself up”thanks”jungkook shrugged gifting Taehyung with his bunny smile, wanting to hand you a blanket or so out of respect or just do something because after all it was his fault you were like this.

“you can go now” the young demon shooed away the boy back to his home “is she gonna be alright??” jungkook asked one last time before he retreats back to the water slowly, Taehyung watched you weakly hold yourself up, wrapping an arm around you waist in support.

you jumped up at the sudden touch tilting your head up to look at him growing confused when he didn’t acknowledge his actions towards you “she will be fine, she’s no child” Taehyung raised a brow.

“I understand that, but she will get sick unless something warms her up-” Jungkook tried breaking his cousins walls to get through to his dark mind but only earned a displease look ”i’ll go now, goodbye y/n” jungkook ruffled your hair making you feel like a child, but not having enough willpower to throw your arms around his neck and do the same.

jungkook left back to the tides where he dispersed into the water.

“oh Hades, you look pathetic” Taehyung snapped at you sucking in a stressed out breath between his teeth he was contemplating a lot right now”i’m not pathetic” you replied on the brink of fainting no longer feeling warmth surrounding your body. nudging off Taehyung's hand.

pathetic who’s he calling pathetic??

“your gonna die if you don’t get any warmth around you” Taehyung called following behind you as you weakly pushed yourself down a trail back to your home”w-well do you have any other i-idea, pretty boy”you growled.

“actually, I do” you felt an arm wrapped around your shoulder, turning you to face Taehyung who had a smug look on his face. he snaked his arms around your back and shoulders pressing your face against his toned chest.....he was hugging you.

he leaned his head on your shoulder fanning your neck in the warmth of his breath. you hate to admit but this felt really good, leaning more into his touch still shivering but no longer feeling the cold nip at your wet body”i’m g-gonna wet y-you”you suggested too late into the hug.

“it’s okay, you can buy me another shirt later”

“even with your poor choice of clothes”he joked to lighten the mood, you were slowly getting used to his way of humour smiling lightly at his joke”just cause your father’s Satan doesn’t mean you get to n-nit pick at my clothes” you snapped back keeping your cheek placed closely to his chest.

“correction, its Hades. I’m offended, darling” Taehyung sassed back in the most obscure tone in history, your limbs grew weak and tired, hanging tightly to his body, the ritual took a toll on your body and you felt nothing but weak.

“we should get you home” you didn’t reply, feeling comfortable in his embrace as you began to drift off to sleep.

nothing was occurring in your mind when Taehyung leaped through time to your home, specifically your bedroom.

He released you of his hold, scoffing when your lifeless body ignored his loss of touch tightening your hold around his waist as you slept like a child”so much for hating me” he chuckled pulling you to the comforts of your bed, he pulled the blankets back glancing at your sleepy self.

He gently tossed a strand of hair from your chubby cheeks, holding back a smile.

How can a mortal be so...cute

He shoved you back a bit too harsh as he realised what he had done or so had thought, quickly tucking you into bed. He warmed the sheets before hand watching you snuggle into your pillow with a satisfied groan.

He regretted shoving you back, watching the light ink your body in comfort the moonlight caressing your skin, he eyed every inch of your figure stepping back into the darkness where he returned to his kingdom to rid him of his mortal feelings.

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I kind of want to write it myself but I have to go to work, so I'm going to give you 34 because it is the corniest thing I've read all day.

34. “These stars are nothing compared to the ones I’ve seen in your eyes.”

He was tired, worn out and even if he didn’t want to admit it he was pretty sore. It’d been a long time since he’d been fucked like that. Last few times he was sober enough to recall were quickies behind whatever building was the closest to vaguely hide behind. He was sure he and whoever was with him had been caught numerous times. Not exactly something he felt any shame about, not when the audience were chem infused, alcohol fueled raiders who did the same or worse if some of the stories were to be believed. While the drug-infused anonymous sex in public was a way to scratch an itch, so to say, the excitement of it all died down rather quickly and he soon came to find that it wasn’t exactly satisfying. Especially when he could recall some partners either finishing too fast, not being able to even stand on their own two feet or after two to three thrusts they couldn’t keep themselves hard enough to finish which led some to threaten him if he ever said anything. The threats themselves made it all the more hilarious for him, it was even more hilarious when he’d dispatch the juicy little detail to certain people who were known to never shut up about gossip.

This was different. This was far better than the last several times he recalled. Even better was the fact that he was able to lie down next to him and when he’d put his arms around him and pulled him closer he thought he was going to squeal. He shifted his eyes to see his arm sticking out from under him while his other arm hugged him. He stared at the palm of his hand and slowly moved his own hand towards it. He touched his palm with the tip of his fingers and gently drew circles in the middle. After a while he was suddenly startled when he closed his hand around his, prompting him to turn around. He was met with a set of sleepy blue eyes and a small smile staring back which caused him to smile back.

“Sorry, J, didn’t mean to wake you.” Angelus whispered.

“Just had my eyes closed, that’s all. I thought you were asleep.”

“Uh-uh.” Angelus said as he nuzzled up to Jelani. “I don’t know, can’t sleep.”

“You okay?”

“Yeah, just thinking.” Angelus whispered. He opened his eyes and saw the stitches on the right side of Jelani’s neck. A few more inches and the bullet could have hit an artery but he quickly shook his head as to avoid thinking what could’ve happened instead of being grateful that they got out alive though a little battered.

Angelus ran his finger across an older scar on Jelani’s jaw and out of curiosity asked, “How’d you get that one?”

“Hmmmmm, knife fight with some drunk idiot.” Jelani chuckled as he remembered the fight, “Funny thing is I actually didn’t feel a thing when he cut me but once the Psycho wore off I bitched and cried for an hour about it.”

“That’s Psycho for ya.” Angelus blurted out as he laughed. “Great when it’s in your system but once it’s gone you’re gonna wish you were dead.”

“Hey, so what about you? What happened to your back? It’s covered in scars.”

“The one time I did something nice for someone else I almost got killed. You remember that girl I introduced you to? Ginger?”

“From the lighthouse? Yeah. She’s nice.”

“Well, she was on her way back home when she and her party got lost, they’d recently moved to the lighthouse and were in short supply of practically everything so they’d gone out to search for stuff to bring back. Unfortunately they ran into a yao guai and she was hurt pretty bad and I have no idea why but I ran over to help. I don’t really remember too much but when I came to she grabbed my gun and emptied the entire clip on that thing’s head. Was kind of badass. I passed out again, blood loss, and came to at the lighthouse. Been friends since. Can I ask you something?”

“What?”

“What about the ones on your arms? The ones on your right arm look fresh.”

Jelani remained silent as the question registered. Normally he’d tell anyone who asked about those specific scars to piss off or that it was none of their business, but he didn’t want to seem cruel though at the same time he thought that if he told him the truth he’d think he was some demented freak and would push him away. For a while he analyzed his options and carefully constructed an answer. He knew he wouldn’t be able to lie, the scars were almost perfectly aligned and the cuts were clean. It was obvious that he hadn’t gotten them from a fight or from some wild animal.

“It’s…just something that happens once in a while. It’s better if we don’t talk about it; I wouldn’t even know how to explain it without–”

“Without sounding like a freak. I get it. I had a friend who did the same after his wife died. He said that it hurt but it didn’t hurt as much as what he was feeling.”

“Yeah. Something like that.”

“I’m sorry, J.”

“It’s fine. So what happened to this friend?” Jelani asked as to steer the conversation in a different direction.

“Oh, well, believe it or not one day he ran into an old abandoned farm outside the Commonwealth and said he wanted to farm the shit outta it. From raider to farmer. I laughed so hard I thought I’d pissed myself but he was serious about it. Started growing crops, expanded the farm, hired some people and took it easy from then on. He wanted me to go along with him but nah, farming is definitely not for me and give up this freedom to wake up at dawn to tend to plants? Hell, no. I do miss him. Had a really thick accent like you. Well, not exactly like yours. Yours is really weird–not that it’s bad! It’s just you know, unique. He actually taught me how to speak Spanish just so we could share info and no one would be the wiser.”

“Wait a sec. You know Spanish?” Jelani amusingly quipped. He always found it fascinating when others knew some other language besides English. The fact that that friend had an accent as well felt like a relief after a childhood of other kids making fun of his.

“That’s right, papi.” Angelus chuckled as he wrapped his arms around Jelani. “What about that weird language you sometimes mutter to yourself, what the heck is it?”

“Well, my father’s family had a habit of keeping track of their ancestors from before the war. If you ask me I think it was their way to cope with dealing with life as it is now. So my father could trace his family back from before the war. Apparently five years before the war our family moved from some other country into Minnesota. We lost track of what that country was along the way but we know they spoke this language called Norsk and they’ve been passing it on ever since. I learned that one before I learned English so that’s why the accent plus he had the same accent and when I was really little my mom wasn’t home too much so I learned to talk, read and write from him.”

“Why wasn’t your mom around too much?”

“She was with the Brotherhood of Steel and every time they got close she went off to throw them off her trail. There wasn’t any NCR activity in the Capital so my dad had nothing to worry about. But the Brotherhood didn’t take too kindly to her going AWOL so she ended up on their shit list. I guess she dealt with them because after I turned four she was around all the time.”

“I didn’t know you were from the Capitol. What about your parents? They still there?”

“They died when I was five.”

“Wait a minute, how did you–”

“My brother looked after me.” Jelani answered in anticipation to Angelus’ follow up question. “He did the best he could but he was only fourteen when our parents died. It was really hard at first, their deaths hit him pretty hard and even though they left a good amount of caps hidden away it only lasted for a few months. After that my brother tried to find anything he could do to earn caps for us but sometimes there wasn’t really much people would ask a fourteen year old to do. He tried to hide it but I know he lied a lot about how bad things were at times. Most nights he wouldn’t eat so I could and he’d lie but I knew he would go days without eating so that I wouldn’t go hungry. If he was sick he’d save the Stimpaks in case I got sick. So as I got a little bit older I learned to steal shit to bring it home, there was no way I was gonna watch my brother kill himself for me.”

“God, that sounds horrible.”

“It was. I think he knew I was stealing stuff but he didn’t have any proof. What was he gonna do, keep inventory? Plus a friend of the family would check in on us. It was this really old ghoul named Sunniva. She’d come around every few months to check up on us but when she found out our parents died she stopped by every month with supplies so I kept the stealing down to only when it was an emergency. Things got a hell of a lot better when he was able to pass as an adult and joined up with a group of mercs called Talon Company. I don’t think he liked doing some of the stuff he had to do. Some nights he came home, washed up and went to bed without saying a word but I could hear him crying.”

“Anyway, after a while he and I decided to move out of the Capitol. We had the caps, the supply and gear for a really long trek so we just left. Those were the best months of my life. He’d mapped out several routes we could take to get to New Vegas and he’d let me choose which one we were taking that day. It was amazing, we’d stop to explore ruins, he gave me every Nuka-Cola and gumdrops he’d find along the way and there was this huge library and he let me take as many books as I could carry with me. So at night we’d find a good spot to spend the night in, eat some dinner and we’d spend a few minutes outside just looking up at the stars and right before bed he always read a bit aloud to me. I preferred to do it myself but it was great just hearing him talk for a while.”

“New Vegas, huh? I heard that place was fucked because of the NCR.”

“Sorta. Anyway, we stayed there for a while until we got in trouble with the NCR.” Jelani laughed as he recalled the confrontations which were dangerous but for some reason he and Loke never took them seriously. Maybe they liked to lash out at lesser threats to feel some sense of power since the Legionnaires were always on them and giving them a hard time. Of course Jelani left out the small fact that the reason they ended up running from the NCR was because they killed six of their veteran rangers over a petty squabble that escalated due to short tempers and massive egos.

“After the NCR put out a “shoot on sight” on us we decided to leave. We heard a few caravans were headed to Boston so we were hired by one to get them across safely. It wasn't…” Jelani’s voice began to quiver as he recalled the last weeks he spent with his brother.

Angelus caught on to the change in his voice and quickly looked up to see him. He didn’t say anything to Jelani especially when he saw tears silently running down his face, he just hugged him a little tighter and nuzzled his nose against his throat.

“Um…” Jelani gasped as he tried to catch his breath while trying desperately to hold back his tears. “He…he died and it was my fault. He was all I had and he’s dead because of me. I picked the route and we walked right into a deathclaw nest. He told me to get everyone far from the nest and I did but I went back for him. He was standing in the middle of a rope bridge with the deathclaw near him. I panicked and shot at it so it turned around and was walking towards me. He cut the ropes holding the bridge together and they fell. I watched him fall and I stayed there for days hoping that he was okay and that he’d come back but he never did–I killed him–”

“No, hey, J, listen to me!” Angelus said as he cupped Jelani’s face in his hands and while looking right at him he continued, “You couldn’t have known there was a deathclaw nest there. It wasn’t your fault.”

“Yes, it was!”

“No, it wasn’t! Look, clearly your brother loved you. He loved you enough to face off against a deathclaw for you. Do you honestly think he’d want you to blame yourself for what happened? No. You said so yourself, he looked after you and cared for you. He put aside any selfishness and even his own needs to take care of you because he loved you and didn’t want anything bad to happen to you. Okay? Don’t do that to yourself.”

Jelani went quiet as he slowed down his breathing. He still felt an immense guilt over what happened that day but in an odd way what Angelus had just said made sense. Blaming himself wasn’t going to solve anything, it only led to him mutilating himself and playing with the idea of killing himself, none of which was going to bring Loke back and in the end his death would’ve been in vain.

“Come on,” Angelus whispered while wiping away the tears, “Don’t cry, hon. Those pretty blue eyes look best when they’re shining like stars.”

“Okay.” Jelani said as he finally smiled.

“Well, actually, these stars are nothing compared to the ones I’ve seen in your eyes.”

As soon as Angelus said that both of them stayed quiet for about a minute staring at each other and suddenly both of them burst out laughing. Once they were able to calm their laughter Angelus covered his face with his pillow but Jelani lowered it to find him blushing over what he had just said.

“What the fuck was that?”

“Oh, my god, I don’t fucking know. I heard this drunk idiot say it at the cafe and I don’t know why I just remembered it and blurted it out. That was so weird!”

“Nah, it was cute but kinda weird too.” Jelani hugged Angelus and pulled him closer until they were both body to body. Jelani then looked past the cloth dividing the makeshift bed in the small camp, he could see the sky behind the Nuka-Cola Bottling Plant getting lighter across the horizon. Neither of them had slept but he didn’t worry about it. They had nothing planned for the day and it was fine by him if they spent the entire day sleeping together.

“Hmm, it’s almost sunrise.” Jelani yawned.

“That’s fine. The world can go fuck itself, I just wanna stay like this with you.”

“Jeg elsker deg.”

“I love you too.”

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