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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 6 months

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Silver Lining 5

Warnings: non/dubcon, speech impediment, bullying and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: silverfox!Bucky Barnes

Summary: You have an unpleasant encounter with an older man.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Your phone buzzes as your niece bounces dangerously close to the tree. Your sister's in town with her two kids, but neither her or her husband seem to care much about watching them. Somehow, you're tasked with that and unsure what to do about their endless energy. You envy them truly so you just kind of let them go.

You hear your mother and sister chattering in the kitchen, her husband is in the garage with your stepdad, and as always, you're the odd one out. You slide your phone out and check the ID. It's Bucky, technically your new boss. You notice you've missed a few texts from him. Great. Not a good start. You were supposed to tell everyone at dinner about your new gig.

You answer, watching the kids without much thought, play tug of war over a string of tinsel. You should stop them but it'll just snap anyhow. You clear your throat and put your hand to your cheek, feeling the nervousness warm your skin.

"Hello, Mr. B-Barnes," you eke out.

"Bucky, it's fine," he sounds slightly irritated but you don't think you've heard a different tone from him so far, "you're busy?"

"Well, uh, n-not exactly," you shrug, "j-just family s-stuff."

"Family... so you won't be able to go over the script? I just got your edits."

"U-uh, y-yeah, if you want to, I c-can grab my l-laptop," you offer and turn your back to the room.

"I'd prefer it if we could meet. I'm more of a face-to-face person."

"O-old-fashioned," you comment. You regret that he exhales deeply on the other end. "S-sorry, I o-only meant--"

"You're right. I'm old-fashioned. Not a bad thing," he insists, "so, is it too late? Should we find another time?"

"T-tomorrow?"

"I'm going out of town for the weekend," he huffs, "I really want to have this ready to record when I get back."

"R-right," you chew your thumb, a sudden bawling tears through the air as you spin around and find your nephew stuck under the tree. Oh no! "Oh, sh-shoot."

You cover the microphone as you lower the phone. Your sister rushes in, your mother at her heels as they squeal. You watch helpless as she fishes Casey from under the fir branches, "you were supposed to be watching them," she accuses.

"I-I was?"

"Oh, come on, you know, I barely get a minute to myself and you can't just keep an eye on two kids? Ugh, no job and you can't be bothered just to look," she snarls.

They're not your kids. You flutter your lashes as you fight back tears and that smart remark.

"I actually h-have a c-call from m-my new job," you hold out your phone and wiggle it at her, "I d-don't b-babysit f-for free."

She scoffs and your mom tuts as she shakes her head. They don't even care. No congratulations but they can constantly throw your unemployment in your face. You take a breath and roll your eyes.

"S-sorry, I g-got to go," you turn and drag your feet out of the room.

"Well, she didn't say she had a job," your mother mutters as your sister grumbles back, "about time."

You ignore them as you head upstairs. It's better you let your sister bask in her spotlight. You weren't looking forward to dinner anyhow. Not for anything more than the hunger groaning in your stomach. You put the phone back to your ear.

"A-are you there? S-sorry, I g-got distracted."

"Really, if you're busy--"

"N-no, I n-need to get a-away," you say.

You're silent at the confession. You didn't mean to sound so pathetic. You go down the hall to your room and find a sweater.

"Well, uh, how about we meet at the cafe? Middle ground. You like that place?"

"Up t-to you," you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.

"You need a ride?" He asks, to your surprise.

You pause as you grip the bright pink wool in your hand, "N-no, I'll f-find my way." You swallow and lay the sweater on your bed, "uh, b-bye."

You hang up before he can respond. You're embarrassed. He probably heard all of that and more. And now you've gone and betrayed your stupid self to him. Of all people. He doesn't need to know you're a complete failure. You hate to accept it but you have to; you need him more than he needs you. So maybe you'll just change the damn thesis after all.

🩶

You get to the coffee shop with snow caked on your hat and in the collar of your coat. You shake it off just outside and enter, your cheeks and nose kissed with the cold. As much as you love the winter, it's a bit much. You let out a brrr as you pull of your mitts and tuck them inside your hat. You hear your name and glance over. It's him, he's beat you there.

You tramp over to him as the snow melts off your boots and you wave, setting your bag in the chair as you unbutton your coat.

"Didn't m-mean t-to take too l-long," you say.

"Hot chocolate shouldn't be that cold," he assures you. You wince and look at the table. Sure enough, there's a second cup.

"O-oh, you d-didn't have t-to--"

"It's fine, not a big deal," he shakes his head.

You nod and hang your coat over the back of the chair and tuck away your mittens and hat in the sleeve. You sit and bring your bag into your lap. You flip up the flap and pull out your laptop, chilly from the walk there. You sense him watching you. You leave your computer shut as you lay it out and reach for the hot chocolate. You give it a taste and hum, thanking him.

"Sounds like a rough day," he comments.

"Y-yeah, b-but you d-don't have to w-worry about it," you assure him, glancing around evasively. When is he going to start being mean?

"You got kids?" He asks.

You have to hold in your laughter. "Sister's k-kids," you explain, "n-not for m-me."

"Ah," he accepts and reaches for his coffee, "right. Makes sense."

You keep your eyes down. You don't want to get too personal. Feels like he's just being polite, likely because he feels bad for you, not about his previous behavior.

"Don't got any either," he leans forward, his thick fingers hugging his cup, "so, your new draft was... great."

"R-really?" You lift your gaze meekly.

"Yeah, yeah, I just have a few notes," he sits back to bend down to the bag at his feet, "thanks for coming so last minute.”

You open your laptop, trying not to show any emotion. It's kind of him but you just don't believe it's anything other than pity.

#bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #drabbles #series #silver lining #silverfox #au #mcu #marvel #winter soldier #avengers

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moraxsthrone · 1 year

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OK I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY AND PROUD OF YOURSELF BC YOU SINGLE-HANDEDLY GAVE ME ITTO BRAINROT HOW?? WHY?? W H A T???? DFCVHBNJNKMLAG

Indulge me with this little thirst

Imagine you're wearing the cutest lacy frilly lingerie set (bonus if it matches his colors black/purple/red) that just accentuates all the right curves and spots, crisscross stripes over your skin aND WHEN HE SEES YOU HE JUST GOES 👀!!!!!!! jaw hits the floor blushing drooling and repeating "babe" your name and freaking out, brain stops working just pulls you up on his big strong arms and sits you on his lap (and BOI his not-so-little friend downstairs is already excited huh)

and you just go :3c all coy and cute and delicate leaning in pressing your chest against his, scooting closer "Itto baby you gotta be careful unwrapping your present, it would be a shame to tear up something so pretty... right?" finger drawing circles on his skin making him SHIVER

AND IMAGINE HIM JUST S T R U G G L I N G TO KEEP IT TOGETHER and be delicate untying the lacy strings like NAH MAN he's got BIG HANDS NOT MADE FOR THIS TASK LMAO

plus you're making it REAL hard kissing and chuckling at his neck and rolling your hips against his crotch slow and sensual

by the time those panties come off they're soaked through with a mix of his pre and your slick asxdcvghjbnjkl

*HSAKING BITING MY PILLOW HORNY GRIP*

MA'AM I WROTE AN ENTIRE FIC WHAT HAVE YOU D O N E i think.... i think you gave me a size kink........ BUT GODS YOUR WRITING IS SO!!!!! *rabid horny crys noises*

i’ll have you know i am quite pleased with myself for making you (and anyone else who will listen) foam at the mouth for arataki mf itto.

‧₊˚ pairing — arataki itto x f!reader

‧₊˚ wc — 1.3k

‧₊˚ cw — nsfw. mdni. fem!reader. praise. oral (m. & f. rcv'ing). implied squirting.

‧₊˚ a/n — okay, so crys sent me this WEEKS AGO and every time i sat down and tried to answer, the words just wouldn't come out right? BUT THEN i realized itto's bday was only a few weeks away (at the time) and since she describes you as being his "present" IT HIT ME LIKE A TON OF BRICKS...THIS WOULD MAKE THE PERFECT BIRTHDAY IDEA FOR OUR ONE AND ONI KING ARATAKI ITTO!!

poor itto’s just sitting there, looking down between his claws and the cute frilly bra you have on, his big oni head full, debating with himself over whether he should try to be delicate and slowly work the lacy underthings off of you, or throw caution to the wind and get the things off of you as quickly as he can by Any Means Necessary™️. as ravishing as you look in that dainty lingerie, he decides it's worth sacrificing in the name of getting his mouth on your tits as quickly as possible. his hands are trembling a little and his cock is throbbing underneath your thigh when his pretty crimson eyes meet yours, full of unspoken apologies.

but then he gets another idea. a better idea.

what if he can do everything he wants with you without taking the lingerie off at all????

itto grabs two handfuls of your ass, squeezing your plush flesh between his big fingers as he guides your hips, rocking them back and forth to feel the heat of your cunt dragging along his clothed length. he’s so hard and big you can feel the ridge of his cockhead through the thin material of your panties, which are getting wetter with your slick by the second.

you huff a breathy laugh against his neck, shuddering a little when your clit catches on the front seam of his pants. you’re moving on your own when he captures your chin between his thumb and index finger, guiding your face away from his neck so he can press his lips to yours. his kiss is needy and passionate, a quiet groan escaping his throat when you push your tongue into his mouth. oh, he likes that very much, especially when you lick at his fangs with a playful moan.

he cups one of your tits in his hand and gives it a gentle squeeze, making you whine a little in his mouth. he can feel your hard nipple through the lacy material and pushes the cup of the bra down to let your tit spill out into his hand. he temporarily abandons your fervent kiss to trace the tip of his tongue around your pebbled bud before closing his lips around it to suckle, his tongue still swirling. You push your fingers into his hair, holding onto his horns as your head falls back in pleasure.

he picks you up and puts you on your back before getting on his knees and pushing your open legs back, spreading them wide so he can see the dark wet spot that has formed in the fabric that's covering your juicy cunt. he can smell you and it’s making his cock drool inside his pants. he kisses your folds through the flimsy cloth, the tip of his nose nudging your hard clit as he goes. soft presses of his lips turn into open-mouthed kisses just before he teases your sweet little pearl. he flattens his tongue against your cunt, making you moan at the feeling of his hot, wet muscle as it makes pinpoints of contact with your skin through the lacy panties.

“mmm baby, your pussy tastes so good…fuck,” itto mutters, his voice heavy with lust.

hooking his finger inside the crotch of your panties, itto moves the lace over to one side, exposing your pink, glistening slit. the sight of your beautiful pussy has him licking his lips...then slowly licking yours. you flinch beneath him, heels digging into his hard shoulders when he flicks and rolls your tiny hard-on around with the tip of his tongue before wrapping his lips around it and sucking it in. your oni may not be the smartest guy, but he knows how to eat pussy like no other. he pulls off long enough to stick his middle finger in his mouth and get it wet before carefully pushing it in your hole, watching your face with a mischievous grin as your back arches for him when you feel the slight stretch of his thick digit. he slowly fucks you with his finger before adding another.

and you certainly don't have to take anything off to be able to swallow his thick cock. he thinks it’s so sweet when you choke on it bc it shows how much you wanna please him and make him feel good. so he brushes his thumb over your hollowed cheek and there’s so much adoration in his fiery eyes when he groans and tells you how good you are to him. you treat him like a king and he dotes on you bc you’re his queen.

and when he's ready to fuck you, he just rolls you onto your belly and pushes those purple little panties to the side. the thong is hooked around his thumb as he holds onto your hips and pushes his leaking cockhead inside you. little by little, inch by inch, he fills you with his thick oni cock and starts hitting it from the back. your whimpers and gasps of his name spur him on, driving his big dick in and out of your juicy cunt. he watches the way your tight little hole stretches open around his wide shaft, his fang leaving an indentation where he bites his lower lip to keep from cumming too fast. “nhnnn…fuck yeah, baby! takin’ my cock so well…” he praises you as the front of his muscular thighs clap against the back of yours.

a few more thrusts and he pulls out, making you whine. but before you can protest, he’s got you on your back and his huge hands around your ankles, pulling them against the hard plane of his chest. itto’s bedroom eyes are burning into yours when the tip of his tongue swipes across his lower lip as he guides his fat tip back to your hole. he pushes inside you again, his open-mouthed groan harmonizing with your pretty sigh as your wet heat stretches around him, tight and welcoming like he’s right where he’s supposed to be. leaning forward, he puts you in a press and starts fucking you again, but this time it’s slow and deep. irises of molten rock peer into your watering eyes as he tells you how beautiful you are, how good you are to him, how much he appreciates you and the way you’ve given him the best birthday present of all:

you. you, and your love.

your legs are hanging helplessly over his beefy, marked arms. the red straps of your bra have long fallen off your shoulders, your tits spilling out of the flimsy cups and bouncing with every hard thrust of itto’s strong hips. his long, white hair has fallen over his shoulders to tickle your skin, and your eyes soften.

“mmm, happy birthday, my king…” you sigh.

he leans in closer, pressing your knees to your chest, his hips still snapping into yours as he cups your jaw in his big hand. “i love you, my queen…love you so fuckin’ much,” he breathes, then kisses you hard. your tongues swirl and his hips begin to stutter. “fuck, m'so close. cum...cum with me, baby…”

with the way his thick, bulbous cockhead has been tugging at your sweet spot for the past few minutes, you don't need to be told twice. you place your hands on either side of his face and nod, panting. he buries himself deep and grinds into you, his coarse thatch of white pubic hair rubbing your clit as his heavy balls draw up tighter and tighter against your taint.

“oh gods…” he sighs, “...fuck…”

“cum for me, itto,” you gasp, beckoning him as your own orgasm takes hold and he feels you gush all around him, soaking his lower abs and crying his name.

he plants his lips against one of your palms and squeezes his eyes shut, grunting, “cumming…i- nngghhaa fuck!” his hips twitch and jerk into you as the first jet of his hot semen erupts inside you. his oni ancestry ensures that he cums in massive loads, filling you to the brim and spilling out of you before he’s even done emptying himself inside your womb.

‧₊˚ itto m.list || happy bday you big sexy oni *kisses his horns, one at a time*

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rinbowaman · 1 year

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S E 7 E N : A S M O D E U S P A R T 5 I V E

Warnings: drying humping, breaking entry, harassment, assault, torturous abuse, blood, gore, groping, and cussing. i think that's it.

Thinking of Helel’s words, his voice, and the way he placed his hands on your body, exploring every inch of you, you felt a deep sensation of yearning and an anticipation….as if you wanted to see himl again so badly, but feared it at the same time. It thrilled you….being the prey, and he, the predator. “When he does…you’ll need to match his altitude…you with me, darling?” “Yes…yes I am.” “Kay.” Tightening his grip, he pulls you down onto his groin, removing the existing gaps between your bodies. You jolted as your hips dipped further down and rolled against his clothed crotch, your hands digging into his shoulders as you gasped and leaned slightly in, your breast caressing against his nose and lips. “Goooooood…”he remarks in a pleases tone. Moving your hips back and forth, he continues onward. “Heeseung, will want you to know how to move your body, whether he initiates it or not. Regardless, when his hands move…” he speaks as he simultaneously drags his hands upwards under your shirt and thin bra, he squeezes your breasts together, as his thumbs circulate your nipples. “He’ll expect you to keep going…whatever you do….do not stop.” Just as he said his piece, the tone of Helel’s voice and his words came back to memory from the night you encountered him… ‘I said…to keep moving pretty…..or do I need to teach you to listen?…’ Sunoo’s voice taps in as he continues to walk you through everything. Your mind begins to alternate between Sunni’s instruction and Helel’s stern tone when he expressed his displeasure whenever you paused your movements. “Heeseung can have a bad temper sometimes. While I know for sure he would never harm you, he is going to incorporate a bit of pain with pleasure, he wants to see all sides of you. Now, depending how mad you get him, he can be anywhere from gentle to brutally ruthless…I recommend you keep him happy. So always remember…” Your mind taps into Helel’s second warning that night… “DONT….FUCKING….STOP.” Snapping back to reality, Sunoo’s voice rings through your ears. “Always remember darling….never stop moving….don’t ever…fucking….stop.” As Sunoo retracts his hands, he relaxes them as he leans back into the chair and places both arms at a casual bend, his hands beneath the back of his head, the same position Helel had his when he laid flat back, and had you straddle him in a similar manner. Watching as you take the lead, he observes as you begin to lift all your hair with your hands, sensually keeping it up as the loose strands fall and drape over your face, your shoulders and breasts as you increase the pace of your movements.

Your hips roll, they dip, they push, and they pull. Speeding up once more, the memory of how you rode Helel all came back to your memory vividly, making you yearn more for him… The vibration of your pelvis becomes stronger as you start to moan. “Good! You’re a natural at this. He’s going to be so pleased to hear what I’ll have to tell him…you were meant for him, you know that?” “I-…I do…” “Yeah? You know you were meant to be his?” Sunoo whispers out. “I do…I do….” You moan out and gasped out a whimper or two in between as your hips gyrate in circular motion. “He loves you…he adores you…he wants you all to himself. He’s going to keep you….you know how much you mean to him?” “Yes….I do…” you moan out. “Good girl…let me ask you then, what is he to you?” Recalling everything, from the moment you met Jay, Jungwon, and now Sunoo, it had been ingrained into your mind, time after time, that this man, Helel, desired you…only you. He’s made it obvious to his brothers how he’s wanted nothing but you, and that you belonged to him. You were his, and his alone. You accepted it because death was inevitable for you, but at a moment such as this…you started to feel as if…. “Answer me darling, what is he to you?” Sunoo whispers out gently as he inquired for your impending response. ‘I don’t know him…how can I belong to someone I’ve never met before that night…how can I be tested as if I don’t have a day or have any rights….I’m just claimed as if I’m idolized property, not at all flesh and blood. It’s as if I have no freedom….I have no option to choose…how could I look at someone like him…as anything?…..but for some reason…as the days go by…the more I think of him…the more I….’ Answering, you responded with an answer that even shocked you as your mind, mouth, and heart went autopilot…. “….h-husband…..” His eyes widened with a shocked smile forming on his face. “GREAT answer darling!…Much different and better than what I was expecting to hear!” “Pl-please it’s not…I just….” You tried to speak as the electrifying sensation in your core rattles, causing you to moan and gasp for air as the pleasure became intense. “It’s not…not like-“ “I’ll be sure to tell him of what you said. He’s going to be so happy, you’re truly going to make his day darling.” Sunoo exclaims happily. “To think, how his face is going to appear when I tell him that you responded with…’husband’ oh gosh!” “N-no…plea-“ “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to tell him in a non -embarrassing way. You won’t have to worry.” “But I-“ “You’ll make him so happy….he’s going to love what you said about him. Darling…you are perfect. But more so, you’re perfect for him…” “Uuuugh…” you moaned as you felt the knot in your gut unraveling. “Oh-oh my God…!” “Do it darling. Your face looks so remarkable when it’s like this.” “….Oh my-…!” Before you could finish, you felt the overflow of your liquids gushing as you gripped on Sunoo’s chest. Panting, breathing in deep as you try to control the uncontrollable vibrations that traveled up and down your body, you lean your head all the way back as you moaned with your mouth wide open towards the ceiling. “Mmm…so perfect….” Sunoo whispered out.

P A R T 6 I X

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hobateas · 2 years

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the art of craving | intermission 1

It's easy to feel like you're floating on the clouds when you're near them, it's easy to have them right under your grasp and feel as if they are yours, but why does it feel as if the more you crave them, the more it all seems to fall down?

alternatively, you're a fluffer, irrevocably in love with the seven you work with and it's hard to navigate through your feelings when your hearts are fluttering messes in the presence of each other.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. porn industry workers!ot7 x f!reader (side f!oc x reader)

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 18+ (mature)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. 2.4k

𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬. thank you dee @sugakookitty for this amazing banner! :D and also thanks a ton to my little birbie pauli @kookstempo im still surprised you read it so fast and managed to turn this piece complete, thank you babe <3

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞. i know im incompetent but hey, this is something haha! this is the backstory of the favour the boys plan on asking misha for, and an insight to their relationship! any feedback or comments are appreciated <3 comment or send an ask to be added to the taglist!

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“Misha, for fuck’s sake! Stop dragging me around, woman!” Jin whined as said woman’s grip on his wrist tightened.

“Shut up for one second, Jin.” She grumbled under her breath, feeling nervous about what she was about to ask him.

Misha abruptly stopped, making the poor man stumble over his feet. He barely managed to catch his balance before he was being pushed inside a dark room, wherever it was. There was just a small ray of light coming in from a crack between the blinds and it smelled funky, like a mix of moss and cleaning supplies.

He scrunched his nose at the stench, hands resting on his waist with a sass known to only him. With a glare at the woman's figure, or what he hoped was the woman's figure, he took a step closer, so that in the event he tripped and fell, he took her along with him, cushioning his fall with her body.

“I swear on my life, Misha, if you have brought me here to kill me, I will end you.” He threatened, vigilant eyes on the unsuccessful lookout for any threats.

“Oh my, this is- oh fuck. Gimme a minute.”

He could hear the tremble in her voice and his gaze softened.

An outsider would describe Misha as a bold and intense force, they’d justify it in the way she walked around like she could end the world at the snap of her fingers. But unlike Thanos, she was kind-hearted, and did not intend to kill anyone, much to Jin’s relief. But there was an edge to the way she talked, the way she commanded and stole your gaze towards her. She was alike Namjoon, but the only difference was the man loved, but the woman fucked. Did u just add italics or am i blind

“Alright, but tell me what’s up. I hate suspense.” He muttered.

“Yeah, alright. Here goes nothing.” She took a deep breath. “You know Jihoon? The new recruit? He’s the one with the pretty bangs and pretty eyes and the pretty voice and-”

“Oh! I see what this is about. You’ve got boy problems~” Jin chuffed, doubling over as he clutched his stomach harshly.

“W-Well yeah! I mean- it’s only a silly lil’ crush but-”

“A silly little crush.” He cackled. “I’m sorry but what the actual fuck?”

He longed to see Misha’s face, he was sure it would be burning up in embarrassment.

“Jin. Please.” He heard her murmur, voice scratchy.

“I- Oh my, Misha, you have a schoolgirl crush on the new guy. I’m actually gonna-”

He felt a hand push him backwards and an ungraceful sound left his throat as his back collided with the door they had entered from. That door was disgusting, it probably hadn’t been cleaned in a decade and his back had touched that. A full-blown shiver spread down his spine as he attempted to move to wherever else he could but failed as the hand kept him locked in place.

Misha stood on her tiptoes, leaning into his ear. There was still some distance between the two of them, but Jin didn’t know how to feel about the close proximity. The desperation in her voice was real, she was speaking the truth about her crush on Jihoon. Though he could feel the guilt slowly build up in his gut, he didn’t think he was entirely at fault either.

Given Misha’s fuckgirl reputation, he just couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that she wanted to commit to someone.

Guess people do change after all.

“I’ll make you a deal. Be a good boy and listen, okay?” She wrapped her hand around his bicep, her warm breath hitting his sensitive neck.

Jin couldn’t help but squirm lightly, swallowing thickly as he saw her in a whole new light. A sheen of sweat covered them both, out of arousal for one and humiliation for the other. The silence that covered them both for the next few seconds was suffocating, yet neither dared to move.

“You tell me how to woo a boy - the dates, words, and all that cute shit. In return, I’ll do whatever you want when the time comes. No take backs, no excuses. Fair enough for you?” She hummed sweetly, as if coaxing a child.

“Whatever I want?” Jin shuddered.

“Anything. I mean it.” She affirmed, moving her hand to his hand, rubbing the skin in soothing circles.

It was weird for Misha to be this close to her co-star without having it be in a scene. She wasn’t big on physical affection, ironic considering her job as a pornstar. But she had to make a living and circumstances led to this; it was written in her destiny to be where she was right now, and so she accepted it. She didn’t know if she was pushing Jin too hard, but it’s hard to unlearn what you learned young.

“Y-You don’t have to do it, but I’d greatly appreciate it.” She mumbled, patting his hand as she stepped back from his bubble.

“Hey, I don’t mind. It’s a two-way street after all.” He shrugged, finally pulling himself off the repulsive door.

Misha lifted her head with a million sparks in her eyes, eager to meet Jin's hand in a shake to finally confirm the deal.

“You’re sure, right?”

“Yeah, why not. I’m not the best in the dating category but I do have a few inklings here and there.”

“That’s completely fine. We can put two ‘n two together and come up with something.” She smiled.

“Yeah, and we can always take the help of Yoongi and Hoseok. They are the best at romance, from what I’ve heard. Do you know Soyeon from the camera department? They dated her for a month or two but she still doesn’t shut up about the roses and chocolates they bought her during that time.” He recalled, bile in his throat as he imagined himself being whipped for someone like they were once upon a time.

“That annoying woman? I’ve heard so much shit about her.” Misha agreed, thoughts shifting to the sappy moments she remembered witnessing on set.

“Well, to each their own, hmm.”

“Let’s get out of here now, you’ve been taking up too much oxygen.” It was as if the intensity of Jin's eyeroll could be heard from miles away that made Misha snort.

“Step one is to not snort like a fucking pig, Misha. I’m sure Jihoon would want to date a human, not a damn pig.” Jin whistled lowly, ideas simmering to life about how he could annoy the living shit out of her and get away with it.

He ignored the offended look shot his way and quickly opened the door, stepping out with his blushing ears. Eyes darting to either side of the door, he motioned Misha to leave before he did, so in the off chance someone accused them, Misha’s ass would be whipped first.

“You better hold your part of the deal, Kim.” She muttered as they walked down the hallway, a good five meters between them. She was whisked away by one of the makeup stylists before he could retort.

Kim Seokjin was a man of his word, and if the feelings were mutual between Misha and Jihoon, he'd do everything in his power to unite them. Maybe this was the universe's way of telling him to become a part-time matchmaker.

Though in all the years of his life, he had never been appointed to work as a wingman for someone. He didn’t have experience in that department; after being surrounded with people with drop-dead gorgeous looks and sex appeal, to put it quite simply, they had no trouble with finding themselves women and men who threw themselves on them, and neither did he. And that’s exactly why he thought he’d do well, his charms were irresistible and persuasion was of second nature to him.

But he was also an astute man, and he knew that if Jihoon was even half the man he was, he’d fall at Misha’s feet, begging for a taste of her ambrosia without needing a strong push.

“We’re starting in two, hurry up everyone.” Namjoon commanded, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he shoved a tense Jeongguk to the side before walking up to the three actors.

“Okay, Jin, Taehyung and Misha. The first part was already filmed with Taehyung, all we need is the foreplay part. And Jin, you take the viagra and hop in once that is coming to an end. I hope you all read the script and are aware of the scenes?” A raised eyebrow in their direction was all it took for them to swallow roughly and nod their heads.

“Great. Jin, go jerk yourself off or something, you’re up in ten if everything goes as per plan, alright? You two, do not disappoint me.”

The dark aura was unmistakably beguiling, slowly lulling everyone into their professional modes.

Every single light was switched off and the room went dark before they were turned on again, this time a dark red that made the atmosphere more sensual than they cared to admit. Though it was evident in the way a shiver crept down everyone’s spine - they were more afraid of messing up and hearing from Namjoon directly.

The man was scary as it is, but he was the devil when he was angry.

Jin slowly made his way to an empty chair, a woman with a makeup brush following him while fumbling with his robe. She tried to pull it down with nimble hands to touch up his collar bones before giving up and leaving, seeing how the man wasn’t ready to show off his assets just yet. A sigh left his mouth as he got comfortable in his seat, hands trailing down his chest and thighs to what laid in between.

The viagra was working, that was a no-brainer. As he touched the leaking tip with his thumb, he hissed, throwing his head back at the stinging feeling. A few heads shot up in fear, hoping that Director Kim hadn’t heard the sound, but Jin couldn’t be the least bothered, not after having known said man for years.

His almond eyes searched for Jihoon’s figure in the dark, curious to see how the man would react when he saw Misha being fucked by someone else. It was a given that he’d feel the slightest sting if he liked Misha in any way other than platonic.

When his eyes landed on a slouched figure on the left side of the room, in the corner, with hands dangling on the sides and a nervous face, he immediately recognised him. As the sloppy sounds of sex hummed in the background, there was an evident tick on Jihoon’s face.

“Oh baby, I love you so much~” Misha’s breathy voice echoed in the room, followed by three loud whooshing sounds of Taehyung leaving his handprint on the flesh of her ass.

He felt creepy watching Jihoon so intensely, but he couldn’t deny the rise he got out of watching the poor man suffer. He stood there awkwardly, fiddling with the sleeves of his shirt before proceeding to not-so-subtly cover his front with cupped hands.

Jin almost guffawed at the scene, inviting more than a few worried stares from the staff. He played it off with a dorky smile. This was definitely the most fun he’s had in weeks, nay, months. Jihoon probably hadn’t noticed, not with the way he was desperately trying to focus on the floor, but the pornstar did notice how Misha kept glancing back at her crush, even as she got her brains fucked out.

Oh boy, he was going to have so much fun being a wingman.

…

It took a while before the shoot finally wrapped up, much to everyone’s dismay, but seeing the gentle nod Namjoon gave before telling everyone to go home was definitely worth the hours of work.

A small groan left Jin’s mouth as Yoongi gently pressed an ice pack to the scratches Misha had decorated his back with, the red aggravated skin finally getting some relief. He couldn’t complain, however, not for a single moment, when he glanced at Jihoon who helped Misha to her room, wrapping her up in a fluffy robe with forbearing touches.

He also saw the tick in his jaw when he looked back at Taehyung and himself, before shaking his head and finally leaving the set.

“Did you see that?” He snickered.

“See what?” Taehyung asked, taking a swig of cold water.

“Jihoon and Misha.”

“What about them?” It was Hoseok who spoke up.

“Well, Misha oh-so-nicely asked me to be her wingman to help her get together with Jihoon. And get this-”

“Don’t fuck with us, Jin. Misha has a crush on the new dude?” Yoongi grumbled, pressing the ice pack further into his back, enough to have him yelp in pain.

“Firstly, I hate all of you, especially you, Min. And secondly, I am not lying,” He moved his hands in weird gestures, “She asked me to be her wingman, with the cute dates and words and what not, and in return, she said she’ll do anything I want her to.”

“What’s that got to do with us?”

“Uh, well, you see, I’m not well versed in the matters of the heart and I need your help to help Misha to, y’know, woo Jihoon and it’s-”

“We get it, you’re an incompetent fuckboy. We’ll help but we want a share in the reward.” Yoongi nodded, completely serious.

“I hope you burn your dick. And don’t waste the reward on stupid shit. Taehyung, I’m looking at you, especially.”

“Huh? Me? What did I do?” The man questioned, offended bythe words of hate thrown his way. “Exist.” Jin retorted.

“Uh guys, I hate to be the one to break your bubble, but I think they won’t need any help.” Hoseok walked to their side, blushing ears and an embarrassed smile on his face.

“Why? Oh…”

A loud moan echoed in the room just then, prompting everyone to clear their throats.

Misha was going rough on him, that was certain for sure.

“Oh well.”

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scarbound · 8 months

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re . year of horror

you find yourself sitting on the foot of an inn bed , feet planted on the ground , arms draped over your thighs , and your head hung low . this is supposed to be an assignment , a job . you're supposed to be encouraging the man in the bed behind you to come with you , ensnaring him in a trap under the promise of a grand party .

your maker has D E M A N D E D it and you are NOT capable of D I S O B E Y I N G him .

--- not without C O N S E Q U E N C E S .

but the man sleeping behind you doesn't deserve whatever it is your master has planned for him . he looks far too innocent with exhaustion painting his features , chest rising and falling with each slow breath . a motion that you'll never know again . but you can save him . you have a choice , don't you ? you can take him to cazador and allow the vampire to feast ... or you can run . you can steal clothes that your master has never seen on you and disappear into the shadows .

you're not sure it will work , but isn't it worth trying ? isn't it worth it to try to spare that pure boy from the darkness ? he won't be found if your master has his way with him . they're never found . they disappear into the shadows and you're sure that cazador either devours them whole or scatters their pieces across the sewers . and you're not sure you could handle finding that sweet man's hands covered in rat bites and tucked into muck .

it's not even him who finds you . he sends one of your sisters to follow your tracks . it's taken weeks ... weeks of hiding in sewers and empty houses you haven't needed an invite into . you knew that staying in inns or brothels would mean a bitter end , not even a night away . but the remnants of a burned out home with a cozy basement ... oh , it bought you three weeks of perceived freedom . but you're not sure how free you truly were .

you're not even sure it's worth it when he finds you , when he tears into your flesh with his preferred dagger and snickers that he hopes you've had a meal recently , knowing that you can't have anything more than rats . but the question seems out of place ... he's never cared about your nourishment before , so WHY NOW ?

⸻ { { I N S I G H T C H E C K ** CRITICAL SUCCESS } }

you know that look in his eyes ... that look that dances with macabre thoughts , that sparkle of destruction that lights the corners with enthusiasm . you've disobeyed him ... and he is going to make sure you remember it , that it is a punishment that will break every ounce of will you have left . he must ensure that you'll never go against his wishes again .

there's an apology begging at your lips but it isn't heard . nothing will hear you beg or scream or will know of your existence for what will feel like an eternity as YOUR M A S T E R seals you into a stone casket with no indication of when he'll let you free ... if he'll set you free .

all you know is D A R K N E S S ---

you scream until your throat burns , until no sound is left to come out , and you claw at the stone , praying to all of the gods that your fingers can drag through and provide freedom ... but your fingers grow raw , scrubbed to the bone until you can't bear the pain anymore . and you go still . you're hungry and you hurt and you would give anything for a drop of blood , a breath of air that will never fill your lungs but will give you the illusion of life .

and by the time you're prison is open , you've wasted away to a shell of a man , no will left to argue , to disobey . you're gifted a live rat , a writhing and wriggling fat thing that nearly slips through your fingers before fangs puncture flesh . a reminder that the man standing over you controls all , that he will feed you should you be obedient , that he'll make your unlife easier if you only listen .

the fight leaves your system as you drain the pathetic creature clutched in broken fingers and you promise yourself , what's left of your soul that you'll listen from now on , that you won't step a toe out of line because after a year of nothing , you don't know how you haven't gone mad . another year and you're sure there'd be nothing left of your own mind .

and you're desperate to keep what little is left of yourself .

#re. astarion ↳ meta #abuse tw #torture tw

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youllallriseintheink · 1 month

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One For All, Chapter Five

In an AU where the protagonist never fell from the sky, the Survey Corps will have to pull together and make use of every resource at their disposal to face the challenges present in Pokemon: Legends Arceus. There will be surveyshipping.

This is the second-last chapter.

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The silence in the cave was deafening. Cyllene stepped forward. “Very well,” she said.

T e l l m e, h o w d i d i t f e e l t o l o s e y o u r p a r e n t s?

"Telepathically?" Cyllene asked. She hadn't seen reason to think about that in ages. But as much as she didn't like where this trial was going and feared what else Mesprit might ask her to recount, Hisui needed the red chain. And if she could do it without tarnishing her image to the others, it would be for the far better.

E v e r y o n e h e r e w i l l h e a r y o u e i t h e r w a y.

Cyllene hesitated.

I f y o u c a n 't t e l l t h e m, I c a n s h o w t h e m. B u t y o u m u s t s h a r e y o u r e m o t i o n s t o p a s s t h e t r i a l.

"Show them, then."

The cave walls gave way to an illusion of a house in the countryside surrounded by farmland. The illusion of a tall, armoured man walked through the group and knocked on the door, which was opened by a nervous-looking girl of about twelve with long ice-blue hair.

"Hello? Who is this?" the girl asked.

The man shifted uncomfortably. "My name is General Kamado," he explained in a somber tone. "I've heard that your parents went missing."

The girl nodded. "They've been gone for two days. Have you seen them?"

Kamado hesitated. “In a sense, yes.”

The girl seemed to see the writing on the wall. She let out a nervous laugh as her eyes went wide. “They’re alive. You saw them alive, right?”

Kamado said nothing, but his pained look said everything.

“No. No… No. How…?”

Kamado took a deep breath. "They were found impaled and their bodies dragged into the underbrush. Most likely a random act by Johtonian ninjas. I'm sorry."

For a moment, the girl was in shock. And then she burst into tears and started crying into her hands. A wave of panicked distress hit Cyllene, and, if their faces and wet eyes were any indication, everyone else in the cave. Mesprit was making them all feel how she'd felt.

"Do you have any relatives that would take you in?" Kamado asked. "I'm sure there must be neighbours, at least."

The girl didn't even look up. Kamado took her in his arms and brought her in close, allowing her to bury her face in his chest.

"Come with me," Kamado said. It was something that Cyllene understood as an adult to be a more self-driven act than she'd known back then. Kamado and his wife had been unable to have children, and it would not have been difficult for him to find another place for her. Still, it had been the best thing he could have done for her. She'd needed the oasis he'd provided.

N o w w e w i l l s h o w t h e m w h y y o u j o i n e d t h e w a r, Mesprit explained, and the scene shifted to show an only slightly older Cyllene looking out the window, the deep bags under her eyes visible even in the early morning light.

Cyllene shut her eyes tight. Rei thought of her as so brave and heroic. This would change that. More importantly, it was treading far too close to things she did not want any of them to see.

A woman entered the scene and sighed. "I wish you'd at least try to sleep," she said. "I worry about Kamado not coming back, too. But he's survived every battle he's been in so far, and he's seen a few!" The woman smiled in a weak attempt to be comforting.

Cyllene turned to the woman. "How old do I have to be to help out at the camps?"

"You'd be old enough now."

"Then I want to be where he is as soon as possible."

The scene shifted to Cyllene sitting with a group of soldiers, comically small next to most of them. Kamado was amongst them, and being able to see where he was served as an immense comfort. "Hey, wanna learn how to fight, pipsqueak?" asked a large, red-haired young woman.

"Sure," Cyllene said. Before long they were squaring off in a field, swords in hand. Metal clashed against metal, and Mesprit allowed the others to feel her excitement. Zisu was clearly holding back, but not as much as she was expecting to for a beginner. It had given Cyllene the idea that maybe she could do more than keep Kamado in her sights- maybe she could take revenge on Johto.

The scene shifted again to her and other soldiers in armour, marching toward a similar group of Johtonians in a field- foot soldiers and archers to the front, with the samurai vanguard close up behind them. Thankfully, Cyllene couldn't find herself in their ranks, so it was unlikely anyone else could. But she could feel bloodthirsty excitement in her chest, another emotion forced on her by Mesprit.

No, not this. Not in front of the clan leaders, Cyllene thought as the apparitions of archers and footsoldiers phased through their group. She didn't need them to see her bloodlust.

D o y o u w i s h t o t e l l t h i s? Mesprit asked.

Just as Mesprit finished its question, a Johtonian samurai broke formation- perhaps out of panic or suicidal impulse- and ran, pushing through the Hoennian ranks. On instinct, Cyllene drew her sword to defend herself from the attacker, but the apparition faded right through her and attacked instead a Hoennian soldier with a stance almost identical to her own. The soldier struck the sword from the Johtonian's hand, knocked them down, and lowered their blade towards their throat. A distinctly female scream came from the armored figure, whose face was hidden by a helmet. Cyllene was momentarily stunned. She wasn’t expecting a woman. But there was no room for hesitation. She slit the Johtonian’s throat, stood up, and fell back into formation.

I killed a woman. Why does it matter that it’s a woman? Many of us are women, too. Why did that catch me off-guard? Cyllene thought, numb as she marched forward and arrows from the archers began to rain.

Suddenly, Cyllene felt a hard tug at her hair. Mesprit was right in front of her, trying to get her attention.

I a s k e d t h r e e t i m e s i f y o u w a n t e d t o t e l l t h e m i n s t e a d o f s h o w t h e m, Mesprit explained.

Despite herself, Cyllene took a moment to respond even as the cave once again became a cave. She glanced back at a horrified-looking Rei. She could have saved him from seeing this.

“What is the next question?” Cyllene asked, returning her attention to Mesprit and sheathing her sword.

Y o u 'v e k i l l e d p e o p l e, Mesprit stated. H o w d i d i t f e e l?

"The only people I killed were enemy soldiers. It was my duty to Hoenn."

N o t w h a t I a s k e d.

"It... does no good to think of that... but you leave me no choice. I expected to enjoy taking revenge on Johto. I… did, at times. I don't know how many people I killed and how many I merely wounded, but severe wounding isn't always an improvement on death. I've caused screams- men, women, boys, children so young I'm not sure whether they were girls or boys. I hated Johto, but I did not enjoy that. But it was necessary whether I enjoyed it or not. My actions were correct. It shouldn’t matter if my feelings were."

B u t i t d o e s, t o y o u.

Cyllene remained silent.

T e l l t h e m h o w t h e w a r h a u n t e d y o u, Mesprit ordered.

Cyllene closed her eyes and tried to put it into words she’d be willing to say. It was impossible. "Show them," Cyllene said. It was the only way she was going to complete this.

Cyllene turned her back and walked past the others. She could hear memories play out behind her. The first one was one in which, during peacetime, she’d thought a Johtonian was attacking and Kamado had to hold her down to keep her from hurting anyone. The jolt of panic that Mesprit forced through her shook her up so badly that nothing she heard registered after that. She was a trembling mess, hoping that the others didn’t look back at her. She wanted to tell them that that had been years ago, that she wasn’t like that anymore, that it had only caused her to be dangerous once. But there was only so much faith she could inspire in this state, and regardless, the damage was done. The damage was still being done. And she was too keyed up to even know what it was.

O n e l a s t q u e s t i o n, a n d i f y o u 'r e h o n e s t, t h e t r i a l w i l l b e c o m p l e t e. H o w d o y o u f e e l a b o u t t h i s t r i a l?

Cyllene turned back to face Mesprit, back to her steely professionalism. "It is an appalling waste of time and of my usefulness as a captain. The Survey Corps needs to think of me as a strong and infallible leader, and our allies need to see me as impartial and reasonable. You have helped us to save the world, but there was no reason for the cost."

W e l l t h e n…

Mesprit plucked out one of its plumes and handed it to Cyllene.

"Thank you," Cyllene said, taking it. Thankfully, the loathesome creature faded away after that.

"Our next location is in the Coronet Highlands. We'll travel on our flying Pokémon and stay low enough to find the rest of the Survey Corps. With any luck they will be gathered at the ruins Cogita described," Cyllene commanded the others, voice steady. She turned to exit the cave and began walking past the others, averting her eyes from whatever reactions they might have had. "Do what you will after the sky is fixed, so long as you do not breathe a word of this to anyone. But until then, you will follow me." There was a moment of uneasy silence as the group left the cave. “Please,” Cyllene added.

"Y-you got it, ma'am," Rei replied, "None of it leaves this cave! And we’re right behind you."

Cyllene didn’t look back.

Outside the cave, the red sky persisted, painting the landscape in its oppressive gloom. It was all the reminder Cyllene needed that now was the time to focus on the immediate.

The flight was short, and before long the six landed in front of Cogita and around two dozen Survey Corp members.

"Ah, there you are," said Cogita. "Did you bring the keys from the lake trio?"

"Yes," Cyllene replied, digging out the plume as Rei and Laventon did the same with their respective supplies.

"Perfect. While you were gone, I led the Survey Corps to harvest enough origin ore to make a few pokéballs from the red chain. We decided that would be the best use for it."

Cogita took the three items and carried them to the center of the Celestica ruins, the Survey Corps as well as the six following along to watch what was sure to be a mystical process. Once she was there, apparitions of the lake trio appeared and levitated the items from her hands. The items spun, bathed in red light, and then transformed into a beautiful chain of red gems that fell back down into Cogita's hands.

Cogita turned back to the group. "There. Now, what do you say, Survey Corps? Shall we do the crafting ourselves and allow these six a chance to rest? The lake trials aren’t easy. And lord knows that you have quite the challenge ahead of you."

"Thank you, Cogita,” Cyllene said.

It wasn't far to the Galaxy Team's nearest encampment, where the group started a fire and put on some food. The cries of Pokémon filled the air as the less intelligent ones played outside their balls and the cleverer ones bayed at the foreign sky. It was loud enough to save the six from attempting to make awkward conversation to distract one another from the reality of facing their allies or fellow Galaxy Team members. The group especially gave Cyllene her space, sensing that she was in no mood for casual interaction.

Laventon sent out the strange trio of Pokémon he’d brought- the specimens he called a rotom-mow, a porygon-Z, and a bronzong.

“Alright, you three,” Laventon called out over the noise, “If you have any special world-saving powers you’d like to share with me, now would be the time! Because time really is of the essence right now, and, well, um… I’m afraid it’s been hard to figure out exactly what you do or how you work biologically, or, well, anything about you, really.”

The three Pokémon looked at each other and appeared to laugh at him before joining the other Pokémon in the encampment at their play.

While Laventon watched the strange Pokémon, he felt someone grab his shoulder. It was Adaman, and Irida was standing beside him.

“You need to talk to Cyllene,” Adaman said.

Irida nodded in agreement. “It makes sense that the trial would shake her up, but she can't lead the mission while she's this fragile. You’re closest to her. You need to either comfort her or make her step down.”

Laventon looked back at the captain, who was tending the fire, apparently deep in thought. “I’ll talk to her,” he said.

Laventon sat down next to Cyllene. “Perhaps bringing those enigmatic creatures wasn’t my wisest move. But I couldn’t have forgiven myself if I found out later that they could have saved us!” he started, trying to keep the tone light.

“You have your typhlosion. That will be enough if you are separated from the group.”

"Do you want to go for a little walk, captain?"

"No," she said firmly, still looking to the fire.

"Please?"

Cyllene sighed. "Fine," she answered, getting to her feet.

Cyllene led the way into the pines, eyes forward.

"You know, you're nothing special to me," Laventon said. "Er, um, I mean, you're nothing different to me. Um, wait." Laventon sighed heavily. "What I mean, captain, is that I studied in Johto. My work had nothing to do with the war, but I met plenty of people who were affected by it.”

“And you can use that information to decide whatever you please once the world is saved. Until then, you follow me regardless of how it bothers you that I could have enjoyed hurting some of those people.”

“That isn’t what I meant at all. You're not anything I couldn't understand. Even if you were, you've proven yourself as a leader. And you didn’t do anything wrong during the war. Your feelings may have been complicated, but-”

Cyllene stopped dead. “I killed people. I chose to fight as soon as I was allowed because I wanted to kill people.” Her hands were balled into fists, and they were shaking. “I allowed Rei to witness a person bleeding to death. I don’t even know what else Mesprit showed you. And the clan leaders- what were they saying to you?”

“That you’re reasonably shaken up. I promise that’s all. None of us fault you for that, I’m sure of it.”

Cyllene looked back at Laventon. At very least, she knew he could trust him on that. Laventon knew how others thought. He was far better at that than she was. If that's what he saw, and if he were telling the truth, then he was probably correct. “Thank you,” she said.

“Do you need a hug?” Laventon asked, opening his arms.

Cyllene stepped into Laventon’s embrace, returned it, and cried, just like she’d cried in Kamado’s arms so many years ago. She’d lost her parents, lost her innocence, and then forged herself into a good and strong leader, both in action and in appearance. But it still felt so good to get the comfort she would have moments ago said she neither needed nor deserved.

After a while, the two separated. "Thank you," Cyllene said, her breathing returning to normal.

Laventon flashed his goofy smile. "Of course. We need you clear-headed for what's ahead, after all! Do you think you’re ready to lead?"

“Yes,” Cyllene said. Laventon could see the fire returning to her eyes.

“Jolly good! Shall we return to camp?”

“Yes.” There was a pause. “No. Before we return, there is something I’d like to tell you.” Cyllene looked Laventon directly in the eyes. "Laventon. You are my subordinate, and as such I wanted to keep an image to you. But, now that there are no secrets... I want you to know that I..." Cyllene squeezed her eyes shut as though bracing for something painful. "I love you. If we survive this, and you feel the same way, I would like to be with you."

Laventon crossed the space between them and kissed her on the lips, to which she immediately reciprocated.

#pokemon #captain cyllene #professor laventon #mesprit #captain kamado #rei #my fanfiction

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moonlitphosphenes · 1 year

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Writing Practice #1

this is the first time since like 2019 that I've written anything that wasn't essay, so if there is anything that I could do better please let me know! tips and constructive criticism appreciated.

-WARNINGS- mentions of gore, pain, toxic relationships

-CHARACTERS- although this was written with an OC in mind it can be read as an x-reader, gender not mentioned. Set in the BSD universe.

***

The scenery would have been gorgeous under different circumstances, but that annoying voice is always there to ruin it though.

“Would you hurry it up already?” there it is.

“I might if you would shut u-OW”thank you, perfectly timed stranger.

A boy was on the floor? But you were too, so who are you to laugh or judge, even though you really wanted to. You hurried to help him up, only a little weary of the fact that he and his buddy seemed to have been watching for the past two blocks. Maybe they were a way out?

“Oh I am so sorry for bumping into you like that.” He apologized, though almost too sincerely.

“No it’s fine, don't worry…are you okay? That fall sounded like it hurt.” maybe you were stalling for time, or maybe you actually felt bad for purposely tripping him. You really shouldn’t, considering he did the same.

Dad was getting irritated, you could practically smell it. Instead, you felt it through the sting, settling into your upper back.

“What the fuck! That hurt, asshole!” you exasperated, trying not to cry, cause god did it hurt. Probably because of the fact that there is equipment embedded into your skin, in the same spot that was just slapped, by your lovely ‘father’. You could feel the blood trickling through your bandages, reaching back to check, you hope it hadn’t leaked through your shirt. The blood on your fingers gave you an idea. “Hey Dad? I really gotta use the bathroom, can we stop?” he looked at you like you just asked the most horrific question known to man, as if it wasn’t pounded into your brain to refer to him as such.

“No.. You’re just stalling for time. Those two jerks who bumped into us already took too much of our time, just go when we get there.” god he really was pissing you off.

***

As you reached your destination, you asked again. “Now can I use the bathroom?” hoping, praying to your metaphorical gods, that the blood wasn't visible, or that the bite in your tone wasn’t too sharp. In place of an answer he grabbed your wrist, pulling and pushing you into the nearest private bathroom.

“Five minutes, any longer and I’ll drag you out myself.” he spat.

“Gotcha” turning to lock the door, forcing yourself to try and remember exactly what that one doctor said. “..d please do not forget, if an… …. ….ments start bleedin. … ..could be a sign they’ve grown loose or…..body … jectin…it.``. “DAMMIT '' you screamed in frustration, your memory has been so damn foggy since they blocked your ability. Peeling your sticky shirt off, you say in a hushed tone “I hope you’re listening, jackasses.”. After discarding your bandages haphazardly on the ground you prod at the attachment on your back, trying to find the sweet spot that's rejected the farthest.

A scream you're not entirely sure is yours echoes throughout the cramped bathroom. Pulling with all your strength, the piece of metal falls to the floor with a loud bang. The flickering yellow lighting is not helping you stay awake. The floor is on the ceiling, it’s freezing cold then it’s smoldering hot, the mirror grows and shrinks. Oh god. You were gonna vomit.

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Wiping your mouth you crawled to your discarded pants, searching for the knife you pocketed off your clueless ‘father’. Weak and lethargic, you stand up, trying to view the metal plate on your chest. Okay fingers crossed I don’t accidentally stab myself in the heart. Three. Two. One. *BANG*. Ankles next. Three. Two. One. *BANG*. *BANG*. *BANG*. *BANG*. With only one attachment left you cursed, swearing that if you died before being able to heal yourself you were going to come back as the most horrific, evil, disgusting, poltergeist to have ever graced the earth. You were going to get back at these assholes even if it meant having to abandon the afterlife to do so.

*BANG BANG*

“Time's up! Get your ass out here!” fuck fuck fuck fuck im screwed

*BANG BANG*

“I’m co- *cough*-ming *cough cough*” Maybe you shouldn’t be using a knife on your neck while coughing… Just a thought… You’re almost through, it’s almost off, please just a little more time, please.

……

…………

With one last tug, the metal attachment falls off your neck and into your messy hands. It’s too quiet out there, but you really couldn’t bring yourself to care, you needed to heal yourself, and fast. You make a break for the mirror, hardly careful enough as to not slip on the bloodied sink. You are almost there, almost free. As your torso breaches through the mirrors frigid barrier, almost in, a warm object latches onto your ankle. Now you find yourself lying on the slippery tile of the bathroom floor that definitely inhabits flesh eating bacteria.

“I swear to the Gods above that if after being so careful to not touch anything in here, that I get a life threatening infection, you’ll be the fir-'' taking in your aggressors features, you piece two and two together and notice that it’s the boys from the street.

“So you were listening.” you manage to slip out before your consciousness does the same.

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#phosphorescentart #bsd #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs #bungou gay dogs #fanfic #x reader #oneshot #x male reader #x female reader #bsd headcanons #bsd fic #beginner writer #i honestly dont know #what im doing

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strywoven · 26 days

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@astarab1aze has requested a story : of one thing loux was certain: an established pattern of showing up with a miserable look on his face, pouting as if he'd been kicked, mugged, robbed, whatever - and kaen would kiss his knuckles, or his lips, in that unbearably, confusingly, horribly gentle way they would. and he wanted that, the little pinch of uncomfortable comfort that came with it. to maybe feel a bit less like a worthless shitbag who didn't deserve it. it'd been a long day anyway, a little blood on his hands, too many fires started and left to blaze, surely kaen wouldn't mind a drag of their lips or a makeout session they definitely wouldn't escape from, or the specks of blood left on their clothes when he wrapped his arms around them and pulled them in--

𝑼𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅.

Of all fires Loux set amid his ongoing recklessness , none were quite so t r a g i c as the one left ablaze within the immortal heart of the godling ( & can he even conceive of what he has just done ? ) . Unintentional , perhaps , but the flames have been stoked , and it only ever continues to burn brighter and bolder still , a burgeoning h e a t to put pressure upon every sought for tenderness , every gentle gesture , wounding it with a tarnish of the UNSAID & UNDONE . A fire which is assuredly bound to CONSUME THEM WHOLE if not careful ( & are they ever ? either of them ? for it might seem that neither are so willing to snuff the flames ; not loux who set this godling alight nor kaen who willingly burns for him ) .

Perhaps Kaen was always rather weak to the symptoms of it ; more privy than most to longing and love itself. Gods were not typically known to be such f e e b l e creatures , yet Kaen had succumbed to something so PITIFULLY MORTAL , left to r u i n s time and again by the desires of a too-fragile heart. How terrible , in truth. But the darling doe made for a sort who would d i e for love … Who would KILL FOR IT , if granted chance. And this , yes this , immolating in the face of a man who DID NOT DESERVE their graces , was – to them – well-worth the sacrifice ; Loux himself , was w o r t h y , was t h e i r s beyond doubt ( such a claim unspoken , but made with every touch , every kiss , every moment woven & bound by their incessant need to be with him ; always ) .

After all , why else would he return to them so often ? Why else would he so desperately seek them out ?

Thus again he comes to the faun’s door , wounded and miserable-looking , a display that NEVER FAILS to make Kaen fold and humor his needs and wants unquestioningly. They hardly think twice about dragging him into the apartment , sternly pointing to the couch for him to sit and – oh so gently , oh so reverently – taking to tending the mess of his person. Not before providing ample a f f e c t i o n , lifting his blood and ash stained knuckles and kissing them , mumbling of what a FOOL he looks before glancing up at him through red lashes. Antlered head lifts , cocks slightly as they regard him , lips – stained from his hands – twisting into a small , though tender s m i l e as own hands t i g h t e n upon his. And yes , of course , they kiss his mouth too , neverminding the way he tastes like smoke and carnage , uncaring for the way he disrupts the softness of it all by curling his arms ( too ) tight about their small figure , the moment turning again into something neither want to name.

It does not matter. All that matters – all that might ever matter – is Loux.

#❧ ⸺ how can ( queue ) say there is no story here ? ❞#❧ ⸺ ch. kaen | answered ❞#❧ ⸺ ch. kaen | verse i: main ❞#astarab1aze #astarab1aze | loux #all i did was yap in this post just to say:#they're both lovesick for each other

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The silence in the cave was deafening. Cyllene stepped forward. “Very well,” she said.

T e l l m e, h o w d i d i t f e e l t o l o s e y o u r p a r e n t s?

"Telepathically?" Cyllene asked. She hadn't seen reason to think about that in ages. But as much as she didn't like how this trial was going and feared what else Mesprit might ask her to recount, Hisui needed the red chain. And if she could do it without tarnishing her image to the others, it would be for the far better.

E v e r y o n e h e r e w i l l h e a r y o u e i t h e r w a y.

Cyllene hesitated.

I f y o u c a n 't t e l l t h e m, I c a n s h o w t h e m. B u t y o u m u s t s h a r e y o u r e m o t i o n s t o p a s s t h e t r i a l.

"Show them, then."

"Hello? Who is this?" the girl asked.

The man shifted uncomfortably. "My name is General Kamado," he explained in a somber tone. "I've heard that your parents went missing."

The girl nodded. "They've been gone for two days. Have you seen them?"

"They were found impaled and their bodies dragged into the underbrush. Most likely a random act by Jhotoian ninjas. I'm sorry."

"Do you have any relatives that would take you in?" Kamado asked. "I'm sure there must be neighbours, at least."

The girl didn't even look up. Kamado took her in his arms and brought her in close, allowing her to bury her face in his chest.

Cyllene shut her eyes tight. Rei thought of her as so brave and heroic. This would change that. More importantly, it was treading far too close to things she did not want any of them to see.

Cyllene turned to the woman. "How old do I have to be to help out at the camps?"

"You'd be old enough now."

"Then I want to be where he is as soon as possible."

The scene shifted to Cyllene sitting with a group of soldiers, comically small next to most of them. "Hey, wanna learn how to fight, pipsqueak?" asked a large, red-haired young woman.

"Sure," Cyllene said. Before long they were squaring off in a field, swords in hand. Metal clashed against metal, and Mesprit allowed the others to feel her excitement.

The scene shifted again to her and other soldiers in armour, marching toward a similar group of Jhotoians in a field- foot soldiers and archers to the front, with the samurai vanguard close up behind them. Thankfully, Cyllene couldn't find herself in their ranks, so it was unlikely anyone else could. But she could feel vengeful excitement in her chest, another emotion forced on her by Mesprit.

No, not this. Not in front of the clan leaders, Cyllene thought as the apparitions of archers and footsoldiers phased through their group. She didn't need them to see her as bloodthirsty.

D o y o u w i s h t o t e l l t h i s? Mesprit asked.

Just as Mesprit finished its question, a Jhotoian samurai ran, perhaps breaking formation out of panic or suicidal impulse- pushed through the Hoennian ranks. On instinct, Cyllene drew her sword to defend from the attacker, but the apparition faded right through her and attacked instead a Hoennian soldier with a stance identical to her own. The soldier struck the sword from a Jhotoian's hand, knocked them down, and lowered their blade towards their throat. A distinctly female scream came from the armored figure, whose face was hidden by a helmet.

"Stop this. I'll say it," Cyllene asserted. The bloody battlefield faded back into a peaceful cave.

Y o u 'v e k i l l e d p e o p l e, Mesprit said. H o w d i d i t f e e l?

Cyllene sheathed her sword before answering. "The only people I killed were enemy soldiers. It was my duty to Hoenn."

N o t w h a t I a s k e d.

"It... does no good to think of that... but you leave me no choice. I expected to enjoy taking revenge on Jhoto. It caught me off guard that it was a woman. I don’t know why. I don't know how many people I killed and how many I merely wounded, but severe wounding isn't always an improvement on death. I've caused screams- men, women, boys, children so young I'm not sure whether they were girls or boys. I hated Jhoto, but I did not enjoy that. It was merely necesary."

T e l l t h e m h o w i t 's h a u n t e d y o u, Mesprit ordered.

Cyllene closed her eyes and tried to put it into words she’d be willing to say. It was impossible. "Show them," Cyllene said. It was the only way she was going to complete this.

Cyllene turned her back and walked past the others. She could hear memories play out behind her. The first one was one in which, during peacetime, she’d thought a Jhotoian was attacking and Kamado had had to hold her down to keep her from hurting anyone. The jolt of panic that Mesprit forced through her shook her up so badly that nothing she heard registered after that. She was a trembling mess, hoping that the others didn’t look back at her. She wanted to tell them that that had been years ago, that she wasn’t like that anymore, that it had only caused her to be dangerous once. But there was only so much faith she could inspire in this state, and regardless, the damage was done. The damage was still being done. And she was too keyed up to even know what it was.

O n e l a s t q u e s t i o n, a n d i f y o u 'r e h o n e s t, t h e t r i a l w i l l b e c o m p l e t e. H o w d o y o u f e e l a b o u t t h i s t r i a l?

Cyllene turned back to face Mesprit, back to her steely professionalism. "This trial is an appalling waste of time and of my usefulness as a captain. The Survey Corps needs to think of me as a strong and infallible leader, and our allies need to see me as impartial and reasonable. You have helped us to save the world, but there was no reason for the cost."

Mesprit plucked out one of its plumes and handed it to Cyllene.

"Thank you," Cyllene said. Thankfully, the loathesome creature faded away after that.

"Our next location is in the Coronet Highlands. We'll travel on our flying Pokémon and stay low enough to find the rest of the Survey Corps. With any luck they will be gathered at the ruins Cogita described," Cyllene commanded the others, voice steady. She turned to exit the cave and began walking past the others, averting her eyes from whatever reactions they might have had. "You will follow me until the sky is fixed. Do what you will afterward. But do not breathe a word of this to anyone. Do not speak of it."

"Y-you got it, ma'am," Rei replied, "None of it leaves this cave!"

Outside the cave, the red sky persisted, painting the landscape in its oppressive gloom. It was all the reminder Cyllene needed that now was the time to focus on the immediate.

The flight was short, and before long the six landed in front of Cogita and around two dozen Survey Corp members.

"Ah, there you are," said Cogita. "Did you bring the keys from the lake trio?"

"Yes," Cyllene said, digging out the plume and Rei and Laventon did the same with their respective supplies.

"Perfect. While you gone, I led the Survey Corps to harvest enough origin ore to make a few pokéballs from the red chain. We discussed it and we think that would be the best use for it."

Cogita turned back to the group. "There. Now, what do you say, Survey Corps? Shall we do the crafting ourselves and allow these six a chance to rest? The lake trials couldn't have been easy. And lord knows that you have quite the challenge ahead of you."

"Thank you, Cogita, Cyllene said.

It wasn't far to the Galaxy Team's nearest encampment, where the group started a fire and put on some food. There were many noises from Pokémon as the less intelligent ones played outside their balls and the cleverer ones bayed at the foreign sky. It was loud enough to save them from attempting to make awkward conversation to distract one another from the reality of facing their allies or fellow Galaxy Team members.

While Cyllene tended the fire, Laventon sent out the strange trio of Pokémon he’d brought- the specimens he called a rotom-mow, a porygon-Z, and a bronzong.

The three Pokémon looked at each other and appeared to laugh at him before joining the other Pokémon in the encampment at their play.

Laventon sighed and sat down next to Cyllene. “Perhaps bringing them wasn’t my wisest move. But I couldn’t have forgiven myself if I found out later that they could have saved us!.”

“You have your typhlosion. That will be enough if you are separated from the group.”

"Do you want to go for a little walk, captain?"

"No," she said firmly, looking back to the fire.

"Please?"

Cyllene sighed. "Fine," she answered, getting to her feet.

Cyllene led the way into the pines, eyes forward.

"You know, you're nothing special to me," Laventon said. "Er, um, I mean, you're nothing different to me. Um, wait." Laventon sighed heavily. "What I mean, captain, is that I studied in Jhoto. My work had nothing to do with the war, but I met plenty of people who were affected by it.”

“And you can use that information to decide whatever you please once the world is saved. Until then, you follow me regardless of how it bothers you that I could have been the one to hurt some of those people.”

“That isn’t what I meant at all. You're not anything I couldn't understand. And even if you were, you've proven yourself as a leader. Nothing we saw in that cave changes that for any of us. I know them enough to be sure of that."

Cyllene stopped dead. She knew she was a good leader, both in action and appearance, both of which were extremely important. She had not known that she had allies and subordinates so loyal that such a failure in appearance wouldn't shake their loyalty. But Laventon knew how others thought. He was far better at that than she was. If that's what he saw, and if he were telling the truth, then he was probably correct.

"Thank you," she said.

"Of course. We need you clear-headed for what's ahead, after all!"

Cyllene could imagine Laventon's sweet smile before she even looked back to see it.

"Laventon. You are my subordinate, and as such I wanted to keep an image to you. But, now that there are no secrets... I want you to know that I..." Cyllene closed her eyes and grit her teeth as though in pain. "I love you. If we survive this, and you feel the same way, I would like to be with you."

Laventon crossed the space between them and kissed her on the lips. Cyllene relaxed immediately and reciprocated, running a hand through his curly hair. When they separated, she was bewildered for a moment. Soon, they would be heading up the mountain, possibly to their doom. But they had this moment, and that was something worth treasuring.

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lennyinlordran · 6 months

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The Trolls of Revelation [Part 3]

Part 3 When Donna’s Anniversary rolled around, Donna waited at the party. Her Husband, James, was twiddling his thumbs.

“Oh, I wonder where that magician is… I hope you are paying her well.

“Oh, please. She was willing to Dance for free. I gave her 50$”

“Right… Tanie łyżwy.”

They waited. A total of twenty guests arrived. 8 parents, 12 children.

They had gathered in the backyard. When, from of the house, through the back door, a cauldron rolled on wheels, into the yard. Strange tendrils dragged after the pot, and trailed into the house.

A voice growled from inside the pot: “Вот, противник Божий” (Behold, the enemy of God!)

The guests turned to look at the cauldron. Two jets of fire shot from the pot, and curled into a helix of flame.

The jets dissipated, and a liquid shadow rose from Cauldron,

The darkness fell of of the figure in drips, to reveal Sasha, clad in a red and purple suit, coattails billowing behind her, and she shouted, “Fine day for love!”

She strode forward. 3 of the children were clutching their mums for comfort, 8 cheered. One snickered. Sasha looked at the Heckler.

“Hey, we got a skeptic. Listen. I’m going to read your mind. I’m going to throw a series of balls in the air, and you have to read each one. You ready?”

“Sure.”

Sasha pulled out some tennis balls with writing on them. She threw them each in the air.

“U… R… A… Scam.”

“Yes I am.” She Said, Jovially.

Sasha stopped juggling. “Now let’s read Donna’s Mind.”

“Fine” grunted Donna in annoyance.

Sasha resumed Juggling. “I… Ama… Care… N… Per… effect… D.”

Donna Clapped her hands over her mouth. James struggled to from laughing. The skeptic Laughed.

“All in good fun.”

Sasha then looked at another one of the kids. “I’m going to measure how lucky you are.”

“Okay!”

Sasha pulled out a pair of dice. “These are no ordinary die. They’re enchanted. I stole them from the prince of winter when the stars were young-”

A gust of icy wind blew the yard.

“And they can tell me how lucky you are.”

“Right.”

“Now, hand me that paper cup, Please.”

“Sure.”

“My money’s on 7.”

Sasha put the die in the cup, then rolled.

“It’s a seven!”

“Right. Lemme try something…”

Sasha added two dice, the re-rolled. Total 14.

“Double seven. You’re double lucky.”

Donna chimed in: “Let me do this.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t recommend-“

Donna plucked the cup from Sasha’s hand.

She rolled. This time, only three dice fell out. Total 13.

“Oh. You’re a very unlucky person.” Sasha teased. Donna stared into cup in shock. Sasha laughed. The sound was just slightly off.

Donna muttered to herself. “6.. 1.. 6.”

“All in good fun.”

Donna was not laughing.

Over the next couple hours, Sasha performed various tricks, some of which were, Unusual.

One man’s mind read “I-M-Lucy-Fur.”

Another rolled all sixes on a luck test.

Another selected “Black 6 of diamonds.” From a card deck thrice in a row, before Sasha made the cards disappear in a puff of flame.

After this, Donned had enough. “Right, Sasha, you’re performance is offensive, you satanic creep.”

Sasha rolled her eyes. “Donna, I’m an atheist. How could I be a Satanist?”

“Don’t play dumb with me.”

“I don’t believe in god, so I don’t believe in satan.”

“Then how do you explain the numbers?”

“What numbers?”

“The beast’s number! You’ve been subliminally shoving it in everyone’s face!”

“I’m not. And if I were, it’d be for laughs.”

“I mean, you even introduced yourself in a demonic way!”

“How would you know? Do you speak Russian?”

“Russian is a satanic language!”

The guests have gone dead silent. James, Donna’s husband, walks up to her.

“Honey, have a drink, relax, it’s all part of the show.”

“All in good fun.” Said Sasha.

“Good fun… it’s not fun!!”

“How about I just dip out then?”

“Don’t you dare, Devil!”

Sasha stepped back from the crowd. She then began pulled out a large cloth, and began spinning around. On the third spin, Sasha had disappeared.

#short story #Weird fiction #Cat Girl #Antitheist Troll

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sttoru · 9 months

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💭&😠 with gojo :)

ANONNN ^_^!! thank u for asking angel mwahmwah gnna be rambling for a bit bye i answered these like i was on facetime w u telling me all abt my selfship lore w gojo. if u dont wanna read my stupid ramblings, scroll 🙏🏽🙏🏽

💭: where did you two meet?

OKUAOKAY its a loooong story which includes trauma and stuff on my part but i wont tell u , im gonna TRY and keep it short ! basically, satoru met me when he was on a solo mission >_< the school sent him out to an abandoned place where i was left @, fighting curses . now how did i end up there ? no cursed energy & nothin’ & still fightin’ these imaginary things (why dis lowkey reminding me of toji’s backstory) ? basically due to family . LAWLLL wont go into details since its a lot of explaining and lore but i got dumped there w the only weapon being a stick bcs those mfs loathed my ass bye ANYWAYS satoru found me , all messed up , and got me outta there & took me straight to shoko to get fixed up bcs i looked v BAD (as in wounds & stuff) && HE WAS SOWW WORRIED THE WHOLE TIMEEEE, muttering stuff like ‘please be all right,’ WHILE PACING AROUND THE ROOM BACK N FORTH 😋😋 anyways thas how we met and also how i got taken in by the school since i had no one lookin after me blahblahblah (insert more selfship lore) and satoru was kinda like my guardian during that time !! :3 he helped me find my way through the school, took me out to the city to explore, stuck up 4 me when i needed it, dragged me everywhere w him, let me train w him—yk just being super caring & also trying to light up my mood every time . especially when he sensed i wasnt feeling well. thas how he got me to warm up to him (rare occurrence) lol but the last thing is completely me irl … my rbf is so bad smh , ppl r always tellin me that i look mad or think m giving them looks 🙅🏽‍♀️🙅🏽‍♀️ also ion like talking to ppl much & prefer to stay in my own bubble but if i had someone like satoru (literally the complete opposite of me) id def wouldn’t mind becoming a extrovert heheeee anyhow yes eventually ended up friends to lovers :D !! sorry this turned so long bye mind u this is the shortest i could keep my rambling at oooops

😠: what's the worst fight you've had? (if applicable)

UHHHMM well . LMAO i feel like im the one that starts almost all arguments w him t_t but most arguments get solved p easily since we r both adults and act like adults & talk things out like adults ! satoru’s always patient & never yells & asks me for my part of the story before he continues so we both understand each others feelings . but theres this one time i was fed up and stressed out, to the point i wasn’t trying to listen to anything he had to say. i was staying over at his apartment, he was being clingy whilst i told him that i wasn’t in the mood at the moment (was working on a project i desperately needed to get done for the night) . satoru gives me my space, but then comes back around every half an hour or 15 minutes, asking me to take a break since i was like overworking myself and taking no tjme to rest. but yk when you’re determined to do smth, theres no stopping u (like when u r in that hyper focused state). so at one point i literally snapped and raised my voice, asking him to f off and leave me be, called him annoying (😞😞) and outed all my frustrations in a fit of rage . i felt so BADDDDD right afterwards but couldn’t bring myself to apologise since i also partially felt like i needed to be left alone at the moment.

satoru was stunned and just.. nodded and said smth among the lines of ‘okay, all right. i understand. i’m sorry for bothering you, baby. however, please take a break.’ like that man didn’t even argue back, just stayed calm & collected before leaving me be without refuting anything bad i said abt him. okay so i finished my project peacefully that night (abt 5 am when i finished) . i went to his bedroom, ready to sleep, only to not find him there. THIS MAN WAS SLEEPING ON THE COUCH . IN HIS OWN HOUSE HELLO i didnt even tell him to, but okay, 😖 i went back to the living room to apologise and tell him to sleep on the comfy bed instead of on the couch with a measly blanket he found somewhere (which didnt even cover his entire 6’4 body)., he didn’t answer me so i turned him over to look at me and ……. this man. had cried himself to SLEEEEEP 🚶🏽‍♀️ he was already sleepin & the skin surrounding his eyes was red , cheeks stained w tears i was so mad @ myself actually. DAAASHDJSN he didnt show his hurt to me bcs he knew it would only distract me more from the work i had to, therefore he let me be & dealt with his own feelings alone. YALLLL this makes me sob every time

anyways i woke him up eventually and this man wasn’t even fully awake before he pulled me down on the couch with him and hugged me tightly to his chest like he was afraid i was boutta disappear 🙍🏽‍♀️🙍🏽‍♀️ he was talkin’ abt sum ‘sorry, ‘m sorry for disrupting you earlier. are you mad at me?’ BRAHHHHH. felt so bad i didn’t sleep the entire day, apologised to him & comforted him & just held him in my arms while he slept . NEVA AGAINNNN NEVAAAAAA

selfship ask game

#༄ : selfships.#༄ : anonymous.#SORRY this is jus me answering this ask like im face to face w u talking abt my selfship lore #😞😞 i will shut up now

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celeatiallenses · 10 months

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(Author note: This tape contains some disturbing descriptions)

---C A M E R A M A N, T A P E 1 3---

---"Stalker"---

"Thursday night, I strolled along the street.There was a chill in the air that foretold of a change from summer to fall. Not that the temperature meant anything to me, for I always feel cold on the inside. There always feels like their is an emptiness inside of me, a missed opportunity some would say. I would rather not speak of it, for I feel to dumb to speak of matters like that. I am just a rat of a young man, living in a trash yard who spends 9 hours working at a pizza parlor, just to survive. Don't feel bad for me though, I am living a humble and simple life. Yet I say this to myself to quite an instinct inside of me."

"I am heading to the trash yard late at night, when I notice a bright light in the sky. When I come close, I am horrified to see the entirety of place ablaze, fire rearing high into the night. Several people lay dead, their body torched by the heat of the flames. Firefighters were panicking, trying to put out the flames. I stood back in silence, shocked by the damage that lay before me."

"How I wished there were celestials when I needed them. I slept under a tall bridge that night, hoping that I would wake up, forget the whole incident, and continue with my daily monotony."

"It didn't get better. While I was heading on my way to work, I saw crude, chalk drawings all along the walls of buildings and public displays. I was mortified that they all mentioned my name. They all slandered my name and told I must be punished. I was thoroughly scared."

"That same day after work, I could sense something watching me as I walked through the park. I briefly glanced over and felt a lump rise in my throat. In the moment I looked, I saw everyone at the park looking toward me. I hiked up my bag and doubled my pace through the park."

"That night, I was sleeping fitfully inside a dumpster when I heard a gunshots from outside. Then a loud man voiced yelled 'If you knew what was good for you, you would have told me where he was pipsqueak! We need to find him before Saturday or we're all dead dogs!' The next morning, there was dead man right outside of the dumpster."

"I was shaken the next day, as I walked along towards work. It felt like there was someone out to get me. I turned left and right trying to spot if anyone was pursuing me. My dread increased as I looked ahead and saw a group of men, all carrying bats interrogating some citizens. I silently ducked down an alley to get away from the men."

"I finally made it to work and was doing my job just fine. I was sorting the cash, when I heard one of the workers call me to the back. Tony took my place and I went into the backrooms to help the worker. All the sudden, I felt the vitality drain from my limbs and I fell to the flow gasping as a red smoke surrounded me in a cloud. As I struggled to get back up, I saw the form of a child walking toward me. I panicked, fighting to get back up but it was useless. The child bent over me and got a good look at his face. It was horrifying, empty, black voids for eyes and a gaping, smiling mouth that raped with every breath. The child bent down grabbed my arms and with unnatural strength, dragged me through toward the darker parts of the backroom. I began to pass out from the smoke and lost all consciousness. Before I fell asleep I heard the child whisper to me. 'THIRTEEN. I HAVE UNFINISHED BUSINESS WITH YOU.'"

---C O N C L U D E---

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ducitestella · 1 year

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Bring Me To Life

✰ -- ✰ In his new bedroom the blonde wayfinder slept , lost in an endless symphony of dreams that were dragging him deeper and deeper into his sleep . SOUNDLY he rested , with Chirithy by his side in their matching pajamas . [ [ S t i l l n e s s ] ] washed over his features as he came to peace .

How can you see into my eyes like open doors ?

In an INSTANT , Ven found himself [ [ f a l l i n g ] ] through a void down into darkness . As he fell , his ocean blue eyes slowly opened to look up at his hands that were [ [ r e a c h i n g ] ] above him in the hopes of grabbing onto something . He was falling down past cliffs , barren and EMPTY -- destroyed by lack of rain and endless years of disappointment .

As he fell , there was a reflection -- a tall , dark creature with horns as reaching towards him , as if to snatch him from the air . Just as he was about to land on the hand that caught him --

‘ Terra . . . I kept my promise to you . ’

WAKE ME UP !

He CRASHED to the ground , slamming [ [ v i o l e n t l y ] ] onto lush , green grass . His head heavy and hazy as he pushed himself onto all fours . Tired eyes blinked at the new scenery . He was surrounded by . . . [ [ f l o w e r s ] ] ? He looked around , they were roses , red as blood with thorns sharper than any blade . Ven’s blue eyes landed on the black fabric in front of him .

An Organization XIII coat . . . ?

Cautiously , Ven tilted his head back following the form of figure until he landed on a pair of familiar green eyes . They were not [ [ w a r m ] ] , as they often were when they looked in his direction . They were COLD , [ [ h a r s h ] ] . . .

With the blade of a weapon coming face to face with the blonde’s nose .

He rose to his feet , squinting his eyes in curiosity . Vines from the neighbouring flowers [ [ t w i s t e d ] ] around his ankles as he started to take a step forward . He reached a hand out towards the man , hoping for salvation .

LEAVE MY BLOOD TO RUN !

As the slash through the air pierced straight through Ven , practically slicing him into two , perfect halves .

Down . . .

The boy fell until he was ENGULFED by the roses beneath him , plunging him into darkness .

My spirit sleeping somewhere cold . . .

Now he lays still , on a throne of dark enchantments are tainted light . He was frozen inside , lost with no one to wake him up . A [ [ t h o u s a n d ] ] years of sleep , not opening his eyes to EVERYTHING around him .

Meanwhile , beyond the safety of his rapidly crumbling imagination , beads of sweat were lining his forehead beneath his blonde bangs . His eyes were squeezed shut TIGHT while his fingers clutched to the bedding beneath him life a lifeline .

“T-Terra . . .”

He brokenly spoke in his sleep as tears trickled beneath his dirty - blonde eyelashes . Panicked , Chirithy tried to wake Ven up but to no avail . He attempted to eat his dreams , but nothing was working .

Ven , was finally waking up .

CHAINS hoisted Ven into the air as darkness [ [ s w i r l e d ] ] around him .

BRING . . .

Hazy eyes looked down at the silver-haired version of his brother , golden eyes PIERCING through him with the intent of ending him . Tighter the chains WRAPPED around his frame , squeezing him into nothing before he was hurled toward the ground all over again .

ME . . .

This time , Ven did hit the ground as his body SLAMMED to the dry , hard land . Yet , why did it stop there ? Why [ [ w o u l d ] ] it ? His eyes looked up to see a figured with black hair and those same , piercing gold eyes right in front of him . Two hearts , joined in sickening HARMONY . A slice of the keyblade , sent Ven jumping back with his own in hand . Now , they were fighting on a stain-glass mural of himself and the boy with the black hair and gold eyes .

‘ Join me , Ventus . . . We’ll forge this keyblade together . You think you’re better than me ? You’re just a piece of a puzzle like I am . . . ’

He flashed back to him with Master Eraqus in the Land of Departure . All the times he was told he was being protected and [ [ k e p t s a f e ] ] from harm . How he was pure light , unscathed by darkness . How he wasn’t ready to leave the Land of Departure yet because he needed more training . . .

‘ A weapon . ’

But it was all a lie .

‘ You will exist no more ! ’

Bright eyes watched in HORROR as his Master aimed his own keyblade at him with the intent of taking his life away completely . He screamed in fear -- then a LIGHT --

‘Ven ! ’

Terra . . .

Then he was falling into darkness all over again .

TO LIFE !

“ AAAAH!!!! ”

Ven awoke with a blood - curdling SCREAM in agony as he suddenly sat up in his bed , sending Chirithy flying . His eyes were wide with HORROR as looked down at his hands , panting . Tainted RED , was all he saw as visions of war [ [ f l a s h e d ] ] across his eyes .

Terra . . . Terra had nearly killed him [ [ t w i c e ] ] . No , not Terra . . . HIS Terra would never but Terra tainted by Xehanort did .

Tears RAPIDLY began to pour from his eyes as he shook in his bed .

His new ‘father’ had attempted to take his life in cold blood , and [ [ n e a r l y ] ] succeeded .

‘ I love you , Ventus . ’

“ N - No . . . NO ! ”

Ven cried out as he covered his ears as if to silence the voices in his head . He [ [ d r a g g e d ] ] his knees up to his chest as the darkness began to surround him .

‘ We’re one , Ventus . Don’t you forget it . ’

S A V E M E !

The darkness and light -- he shared them with Vanitas . . . They were one . And his Master . . . His Master had kept him imprisoned in that CASTLE for as long as he could remember . He- . . . He wanted to kill him , to get rid of him ! He said he was family , he said he loved him like a son but --

Then Lauriam . . . Marluxia . . .? He wanted to kill him too ? Did Myde know . . ? He- . . . He had to have known .

He was right , he was right all along . The only adults he could trust were Aqua and --

“ TERRA ! ”

#● m || ven #● v : may your heart be your guiding key || main ( ven )

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East Kilbride schoolboy attacked by Rottweiler as he played with pals in park

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East Kilbride schoolboy attacked by Rottweiler as he played with pals in park

A schoolboy was attacked by a Rottweiler as he played in an East Kilbride park.

The dog chased Kai Richardson and bit him multiple times in the terrifying incident.

The 12-year-old’s mum Leanne says he was taken to A&E where he was given stitches and a tetanus shot and a course of antibiotics, Lanarkshire Live reports.

READ MORE: Mum of Harry Styles balcony fall man says he’s ‘lucky to be alive’

She said: “Kai was out playing with friends and I got a call by one of the mums to say Kai had been bitten by a dog.

“He was bleeding and had a bite on his arm, a couple on his back and a deep hole on his bottom where you could see where the tooth went in. His tracksuit was ripped right through.

“Kai said he saw the dog coming towards him and went the other way but it ran after him. He tried to get away from it by running round the swing poles but it got a hold of him.

“He said it was trying to drag him down onto the ground.”

Kai’s arm was badly injured in the attack (Image: Reach PLC)

The drama unfolded on June 2 and police say a 24-year-old woman has been reported to the procurator fiscal.

The owner has also been served with a dangerous dog notice by South Lanarkshire Council ordering her to keep it muzzled and on a short leash in public.

And Leanne has criticised claims Kai’s injures do not reflect a vicious attack.

She pointed out: “Would they rather his arm was hanging off? No matter how bad my son’s injuries were, he was bitten by a dog which should never have happened.

“What if that was a two-year-old who was knocked to the ground and their face got mauled?”

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A Police Scotland spokesperson said: “Police received a report of a 12-year-old boy bitten by a Rottweiler dog at Netherton Road, East Kilbride a short time earlier.

“Enquiries were carried out and a 24-year-old woman has been charged in connection with this incident. A report has been forwarded to the procurator fiscal.”

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liathgray · 4 years

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congrats(?) on aging!! as a present i present a poorly-printed monopoly get out of jail free card to bully any character of your choice, who would you hypothetically choose

As a proud Royphobe..... I think I’ll do a bit of curb stomping today ;)

#cw roy mustang #moy CRUSTANG #bully but not even in a good way #just roasting the hell out of him #drag this man through the M U D #i will never get over the fact that he wears a big overcoat like.. bitch #youre the flame alchemist #you dont Need A Coat oh my GOD it’s literally SPRING ITS NOT EVEN COLD #his stupid hair.... roy go to a real goddamn barber pleaze #stop cutting your bangs with safety scissors #through the MUD I TELL YOU!!!!#i need a tag for asks so bam #roy mustang #royphobia

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joonberriess · 2 years

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s e x t a l k

p a i r i n g : jungkook x reader x taehyung

g e n r e : friends w/benefits au

t a g s : roommates!tae and jk, hook-ups, reader’s hot girl summer is here, sneaky link(s), unprotected sex, creampies, oral sex (m & f receiving), fuckboys!tae and jk, dom/sub undertones, possessive!jk, threesomes, degradation, tiny amount of crack+fluff, simps!jk & th, double penetration (two dicks, one hole)

s u m m a r y : you’re seeing two hotties on the down low, getting your back blown out every other night by either one. that is until you find out they’re roommates..

w o r d c o u n t : 6.1 k

It's officially summertime and you don't plan on doing much unless your friends decide otherwise. You spend your days going out with them to various places such as the beach, clubbing, and house parties of mutual friends alike. It's fun because you meet all sorts of new people and come out with more connections (like a new weed dealer etc).

It's during your nightly escapades that you meet Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook. They're friends of your friend Hoseok and some acquaintances you have seen around campus. You already knew of them before because a friend of your friend talked about Jungkook's dick game and some other girl had exposed a sex tape of Taehyung giving her the best head of her damn life. To say you weren't a little curious about them would be a lie.

As much as your interest is piqued by them you don't make a move or show motivation to look for them. If life so happened to put them your way then so be it. You go on with your life like nothing and occasionally run into the two on separate occasions. Though you're only connected through Hoseok who's your bestfriend since eighth grade.

Hoseok takes you to a kickback a classmate of yours is throwing, the party's pretty chill and you wander around talking to everyone because somehow you know them. Hoseok's probably off getting his dick wet or something but you don't bring yourself to care because you're happy for the man. You choose to sit with a group of people well known for being potheads etc.

"y/nnnnnnnn!" Jackson throws his arm around your shoulder, "Been waiting for you to show out all night where the fuck you been?" He laughs, obviously a little cross faded.

You pat him with a grunt and sit back, "Hoseok wanted to eat before so we went for burgers." You mumble and reach for the joint he's holding in his hand. There's a few people you don't recognize and they're all girls sitting around with the likes of Jooheon and Bobby, even Taehyung's here but you brush his presence off.

To these (most likely freshmen) you're a surprise with how casual you are with them. In fact people knew you as a cool, well "chill" person. You had a reputation as a pothead and was well liked by most people you came across, and if you were feeling more scandalous they'd come to know the guys you hooked up with called you a throat goat. Other than that you were well off in school.

"Heard you was back for the summer," Bobby coughs as he hands his joint off to the person next to him, "where'd you go..?"

You take a long drag from the joint, relishing in the good quality as the smoke fills your lungs. "LA," you curtly reply, "shit's crazier over there." You mumble and let out the smoke after a few minutes.

The boys nod collectively, taking hits alongside you as they leave it at that and turn to give their company attention. You relax into the couch, listening to Jackson's wild rants and ideas about life. Your eyes flicker up occasionally and you see Taehyung staring at you and he pays no mind to the girl kissing up his neck.

You hold the joint in your mouth, sitting up and adjusting your jeans all the while keeping your eyes on him. He's hot and he knows what he's doing. You're unsure whether he's ever heard of you but you know you're a familiar face. Taehyung doesn't move at all and flickers his eyes from your face to your waist, tongue peeking out as he licks his upper lip.

His smug little face and playful smile makes you wanna be the one to sit in his lap, but you aren't no thief. He's a taken man for the night and if he wants you.. well he knows what to do.

You get tired of sitting around and pat Jackson to let him know you're leaving. A chorus of 'byes' echo, and you walk away from the circle with the joint tucked between your lips.

You get a few "hey y/n" as you pass by people dancing and drinking. You wave them off and head to a different area to get yourself a couple shots etc. You join a couple girls who offer some shots to you, and soon enough there's ass being thrown back at you and you're still clinging to the tiny burned out joint between your fingertips.

"Hold on," you mumble and make your way back into the kitchen for some water. A body slides up beside you and you see a familiar fluff of black hair, "Hey.." You mumble to Taehyung.

"Was wondering where you went, Jackson sent me with this for you, said something about it bein' for last week." Taehyung dropped a baggy of pre-rolls next to you on the counter, setting his arm down as he caged you between the fridge and him.

You nod slowly acknowledging the gift and continuing on with your search for some water. It comes as a surprise for you to be interacting with Taehyung. "Thought you were busy, need something?" You mumble out once you feel his chest brush against your back.

His cologne is strong but it suits him and you want to smell some more but in your weed fueled mind you find it weird. "Aren't you friends with Seok? How come he's never introduced us? I'm sure we'd make really good friends.." His voice goes a pitch lower towards the end, raspy from the joint he smoked earlier.

Shivers go down your spine and you lick your dry lips unconsciously. "I am and that makes you only Seok's friend. Not mine." You look up at him feeling nervous cause he's so handsome up close and you wonder how all those girls he fucked could maintain any eye contact at all.

Taehyung chuckles softly at your words, "You're so mean," he hummed, eyes half lidded and smile lazy, "you really don't wanna be my friend? Hm...?" He leaned closer with his face mere inches away from yours.

You stare back, a million of things running through your head all at once. Were his lips as soft as his face looked..? Was he a good kisser? Does he French kiss? You wondered all these things and without hesitating you brought him down for a kiss, smacking your lips against his with your arms around his neck. Damn did it feel good.

Taehyung responded almost immediately, hands going down to grip your waist as his thumbs dug into your hips. You tugged him closer to you with your movements a bit rushed and sloppy from the weed in your system. You're both making out furiously in the kitchen harshly breathing through your noses. He reaches down to cup your ass and give it a squeeze through your jeans, moaning into your mouth because of the fat spilling through his fingers.

He hoists you up onto the counter, pulling back to attack your neck with a flurry of kisses. You pant softly and bury your hands in his soft hair to ground yourself. He pulls you closer, dragging you to the edge of the counter and pressing his crotch against yours. You can feel the thick bulge hidden away in his pants, you whine quietly and reach down to stroke him through his jeans.

"Tae," you breathlessly mutter, "fuck me.."

Taehyung grunts softly and grinds his hips into small circles, "My car's parked out in the front, let's go?" He breathes out against your lips, hands already slipping into your jeans and cupping your soft ass cheeks in his hands, idly squeezing the bubbly flesh.

"No," you pull back and stare into his eyes, "right here. Right now." You purred licking his lip as you watched his face morph into one of surprise and shock. He looked like he didn't believe you, so you showed him exactly what he was asking for when he decided to mess with you.

The whole school that night watched in awe as Taehyung pounded you raw on that very counter in front of everyone. People knew you were bold bold and didn't give a shit about anyone's opinions but not Taehyung. He went home still in shock, refusing to even talk about it with Jungkook (who you learned very much later on was his roommate).

It's all his friends talk about and they even make fun of him for it. They say you slut Taehyung out in front of everyone, out freaking him in what he did best. Fucking. He didn't say anything to argue with them. It was true, and now that he had a taste of you he didn't want to stop.

Shit only gets better from there as you and Taehyung see each other more and more. He's obsessed with you at this rate, you ruined any form of sex he liked and all he could do was hope you were free and down to see each other. He was lucky because you were very much enthusiastic to indulge the man.

Something you loved about Taehyung was the way this man gave head, you could lay there for hours with his head between your thighs. It was an added bonus the things he could do with his tongue that had you creaming and shaking.

It feels like time slows down as the heavy pleasure weighs down on you. Your lips part in a silent 'o' as your shaky hands come down to grip his soft curly locks. He's got one hand gripping the back of your knee, lifting your leg up in the air while the other mindlessly floats in the air to get that angle. Your panties are strewn around your dangling ankle and you're wearing only one of Taehyung's old band t-shirts you found on his bed.

Taehyung makes a loud slurping noises and his saliva coats your plump and swollen clit. You push his side a little to the side and sigh loudly when a new wave of pleasure hits you. "There.." You mumble breathily, holding his head in place as your hips grind in slow small circles against his tongue.

He doubles his efforts and lets out a soft moan as the vibrations make your hips jump. He practically smothers his face in your cunt and moves his head side to side with his lips firmly attached to your clit. You let out a broken cry, back arching forward as you went stiff. You desperately pushed your hips up against his mouth and breathily whined because it felt soo good and he was hitting all the right spots.

Taehyung reached with his free hand to slide at least two fingers into the creamy mess as he pushed them in with a audible squelch. Your eyes flutter shut for a second, chest heaving as you throw your head back and stare up at the ceiling because Taehyung knocks the air out of you. He doesn't start the pace slow, no, he immediately plunges both fingers in and out of you at a fast pace. He's got them curled so he hits that special place inside of you.

You melt against the sheets and moan louder because he's sucking on your clit and pairing it with his perfectly timed strokes. You let go of his hair and grab on to the pillows with breathless moans and whines, "God Tae, fuck keep going," you moan and let your head roll back on to the pillow, "gonna cum.."

He can feel your pussy tightening around his fingers and he grins softly against your wet folds. He pulls back to watch your blissed out face as you squirm on the sheets below him. He doesn't stop jabbing his fingers upward, pace getting faster and faster until he sees the familiar quiver of your thighs. "Cum," he grins as he places a hand on your pelvis and holds you down, "get 'em nice and wet... Bet you won't even need lube cause you got a sloppy little cunt, 's drooling for me, beggin' for me to put my cock in and fuck you stupid."

You let out a long moan at his words and feel your clit throb as your orgasm slowly hits. You're left utterly breathless, heart beating a little too hard in your chest as you try and get his hand to stop. He fucks you through your orgasm and only slows down when he sees that the overstimulation is hitting. "Gonna take my cock like a good little slut?" He asks as he taps the tip against your drenched folds.

"Mmhm." You nod and open your shaky legs even further, "I don't want it slow Tae," you mumble softly though the way your eyes droop tell another story.

Taehyung laughs under his breath and hooks your legs around his hips, he leans over your body and pumps his cock through the mess you made. "Want it hard?" He croons softly, "And how's that? You can barely even stay awake."

You hummed, "Fuck me slow then, gonna relax." You softly say and bring your hand down and join his as you stroke his hard throbbing cock. You take his cock and position it at your messy pussy, biting back a moan as he slowly rolls his hips forward. "Fuck.." You sigh.

Taehyung's in bliss his lips fall open as he moans quietly, the sound that comes from your pussy has his mind reeling. He takes ahold of your hips and holds you nice and steady as he begins to roll his hips forward. You lick your dry lips and set your hands next to your head as you grip the pillow. Your pussy's a little sore from the rough fingering but this slow pace makes up for it.

He pants quietly as he quickens his pace but never fully presses into you. He doesn't quite pound you but the pace is fast enough that it leaves you out of breath. You reach down to gentle rub at your clit in slow small circles, eyes locked on Taehyung's as he fucks you. He's biting his lip, focusing on the way you rub yourself and the way his cock slides in and out.

There's a ring of white cream that comes when Taehyung pulls out, he slows down to watch the way your pussy creams some more. His breath stutters as he reaches down to smear around his cock before he pushes his hips to the hilt and stays there balls deep within you. You softly moan at the feeling of him being all the way inside of you, "Mmm-right there..." You lift your hips up to lazily rut against him, "Shit-"

Taehyung hisses softly, "Hold on baby," he pulls out swiftly and lays down next to you, patting your thigh as a signal, "get on baby, ride me like you mean it."

Your mouth waters at the sight of his cream coated cock, you want to lick it all up but you suppose maybe afterwards. "Lay all the way back," you mumble and throw your leg over his waist as you straddle him, "like that." You grab his cock once more and hover over it as you push down with a long quiet moan.

Taehyung's eyes fall shut and he rolls his head back as he squeezes your ass in appreciation. You bite your lip and pick yourself up only to drop down in his lap with a wet smack. He groans a little louder, clearly not expecting you to do that.

"Fuck..!" He gasps out.

You grin down at him and brace your hands on his chest as you begin to ride him like no tomorrow. You're bouncing in his lap with audible loud slaps as your ass connects with his pelvis. Your pussy's making a loud wet noise and the bed's creaking just a little from the force of your bounces. Taehyung's moaning louder, hands holding on to dear life as you ride the hell out of him.

Your head is thrown back, moans flowing freely and hips moving quickly. Your thighs ache but it isn't too bad because you like to ride and when you have control it's all over for your partner. You prop yourself up with your hands coming behind you to settle on his thighs as you lift your hips and slam down just as hard. You're building up a sweat and you're getting a little louder with your noises of pleasure.

"Fuck y/n," Taehyung pants, he hates and loves when you do this because the pleasure's so damn good but at the same time it always makes him cum faster. "Shit, shit, slow down," He cries out as he feels his cock throb pathetically and his lower stomach coils.

You moan loudly and swirl your hips in a slow circle, "Fuck no, gonna cum," you moan out.

He helplessly cries out as you resume your punishing pace. He grits his teeth and focuses on the wet slide and clapping noises the come from your filthy fucking. Taehyung lets out a long loud moan when he's hit with his orgasm, he feels boneless afterwards and has to slow you down cause the tug on his cock feels too much. You grind against him and reach down to rub you clit quickly to join him in his afterglow.

Moments later you're collapsing next to him on the bed with a breathless huff, "My fuckin' cunt feels numb and my thighs are shaking.."

Taehyung pants, looking at you like he's either in love or he's "mad". "You're insane, my fuckin' dick almost fell off cause you were going crazy." He said as he rolled back to stare up at the ceiling while he tried to catch his breath.

You smirk to yourself, "There's a lot of cum in me," you softly add. Taehyung's cock gives a weak twitch and it has you laughing because he's shameless.

Whenever Taehyung's busy you find yourself meeting with Jungkook instead. You had met the guy when Hoseok brought him along for bbq one night. He tried wooing you like he did to those helpless girls back on campus but you ran the game so shit like that didn't work. You took the chance to speak with him when Hoseok went to the bathroom as you looked at him dead on.

"I'm not looking for a relationship either and if I'm being honest I've been wanting to fuck you for a while now so why don't we just cut to the chase and you can give me your insta or whatever the fuck you feel comfortable with, yeah?" You try to give him a friendly smile but it's kinda dumb so you settle for your resting bitch face.

Jungkook's sitting there looking shocked as hell, "Oh." He didn't realize his intentions towards you were THAT obvious. He shrugs and drops his whole prince charming façade as he smirks playfully, "Well I mean I didn't know you get down like that," he calmly says, "but me and you? We're gonna get along justtttt fine." He grins.

And so you do...

Whenever you so happen to not be busy with Taehyung, Jungkook hits you up and you both meet at your place because he works nearby and usually he tends to ask you whenever he's getting off work. You think you're getting a reasonable and healthy amount of dick, probably why you're so stress free at school and seem in better moods. Hoseok makes fun of you for it too.

Jungkook excelled in all aspects of sex, you thought Taehyung was the only one? Boy were you proved wrong. Somehow, someway Jungkook pushed you to your limits and did things that brought out a whole new side of you. Taehyung made you wet, had you fucking creaming from a fingering session but Jungkook? Jungkook could do the same shit but had you squirting.

Now you aren't much of a squirter, you only come across that whenever you push yourself and keep going after your orgasms. Jungkook didn't even have to try, he'd have you squirting on the first try whether he was using his fingers, tongue, or cock. You almost said "I love you" from a particular fucking that had left you crying softly and shaking.

You compare the both of them. Taehyung's more of a "let me drag this out" type of pleasure as he teases and builds you up. Jungkook gets to it because "there's more where that came from" as he gives you orgasms back to back. Not to mention their heavenly cocks. Taehyung's a little above average, he's got a thick girth and veiny shaft. Jungkook's a little more longer than Taehyung, equally thick yet curved so he's hitting all those right spots.

You wonder which world did you save in your past life to get this lucky with the both of them?

Jungkook likes lingerie, not those over the top sets but maybe a matching set or a pair of raunchy lace panties or one pieces. You indulge him cause you're hot and you think you look fucking delicious in lingerie. What you buy certainly blows his mind.

You end up getting a black lace one piece, it hugs your curves in all the right places and the chest part is lace see-through. You adjust the straps on your shoulders and do a double take on your ass cause you can't stop staring at it. "Fuck it." You mumble and get your phone as you snap a series of pictures. You send them to Taehyung, Jungkook, your friend, and then your other friend cause you want the hype.

Jungkook had sent you a 'i'm here' text right when your picture sent. You grin because shit's about to hit the fan.

Jungkook ended up liking the lingerie too much cause he was overzealous to get his hands on you.

You end up getting fucked on your bed with your legs thrown over his shoulders. You got your tit hanging out of the lingerie as it jiggles in tandem with his thrusts. He had only yanked the piece to the side and stuck his cock in that way. You weren't complaining cause it had cost you a bit too much for you not to end up getting fucked in it.

"Jungkook...!" You huff out, somehow Jungkook always manages to get you to moan louder and step out of your little quiet zone.

The rhythmic sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room as Jungkook slams his pelvis into yours and watches the way your ass jiggles back at him. He's got his dark eyes set on your bouncing jiggling tits, occasionally reaching up to flick his thumb over your pebbled nipple. You get goosebumps all over and release a soft moan at the tingling sensation that comes from your chest.

"Gonna let me be the only one to have this pussy doll?" He groans and emphasizes his words with a harsh slap of his hips that jostles you, "Hm? Gonna stop being a slut and letting anyone have it? All they gotta do is mention their dicks and you'll be right there with your legs wide open isn't that right?" He coos and grabs on to your tit hard.

You garble out a moan and arch your back, he's got your knees shaking weakly as you struggle to keep them from sliding off his shoulders. "Y..es.." You whimper, pussy fluttering like crazy from his little dirty talk.

Jungkook grins, "Right," he mocks as his hips grind deep into yours, "Bet you don't even know what the hell I just told you. Too cock stupid to even understand huh baby?" He muses out as he lets your tit go in favor of slithering his hand up your throat and holding you in place. "Answer me doll."

Your tongue peeks out and you slowly lick your lips watching as he goes feral from it, "Only yours," and right when you see his familiar cocky grin overcome his features you add a, "for today." He loses all cool and plows you.

"Oh yeah baby?" Jungkook growls as he squeezes your throat tight and hammers into your soppy pussy. He's relentless and his stamina comes out into play as he takes you by surprise and slams into you harder and harder. To the point you're squirting bits of slick every few seconds and making a mess on your sheets below.

Your body moves upwards with each thrust as he sends you to cloud nine. You're crying softly because it's overwhelming you, the pleasure comes in hot punishing spurts as it makes you squirm like crazy. "Shit...! Jungkook..!" You whisper out as your eyes squeeze shut, mouth falling open as moans flow freely.

"Fucking slut." He growls as he keeps his eyes set on you, "Opening your legs and giving out what's mine. You may be letting others fuck ya baby but just remember," his voice drops an octave as he whispers in your ear, "who makes you squirt? Who makes you cry.." He whispers and lets his tongue run over your ear lobe.

You come undone from just that, crying out loudly and going stiff when you squirt around the man and get the sheets below drenched. "Fuck! Fuck!" You cry out, head thrown back and body shuddering from his thrusts.

Jungkook pants into your ear, shuddering from the way you clench tightly around his cock. He rolls his hips forward a few more times until he's coming inside and filling you with his thick gooey cum. It makes you quiver, hands weakly pushing at his hips as you're left unable to speak or do much.

"Fuck baby," He sighs, content from the rough session of sex, "see you next week." He mumbles out giving your thigh a pat of appreciation.

You hum, definitely looking forward to next time..

Now, how long did you really think you were going to keep fucking both of the homies without anyone of them finding out? You figured not long because Jungkook was slowly starting to hit you up whenever Taehyung did or whenever you were with one of them vice versa. Up until now they didn't know cause you always fucked Taehyung while Jungkook was out at work, and Jungkook always went over to your place.

Things were working in harmony until one day when they weren't.

You're getting your back blown out by Taehyung in his goddamn living room for fucks sake. Broad daylight and you're bent over the arm of the couch whining and panting as he sends you to another dimension. "Fuckkk." You drag out as he sets his hands on your lower back to make you arch even further.

"Lift your leg a little," Taehyung grunts out as he slows down to a slow grind so that you had time to change your position without him jostling you.

You go to do as he says when you hear the front door opening, you look up lazily with your tongue poking out when suddenly a familiar black bucket hat walks into the room. Taehyung mumbles something about his roommate being early. Holy shit. You're frozen and in shock, how could you not have noticed?

Taehyung always did describe his roommate to be like Jungkook at times and he even let a few details slip like "oh Kook's probably dropping by for something later" or "Kook's bringing pizza in case you wanna stay". Stupid, stupid. You mentally berate yourself for not piecing the evidence together. You have seen Jungkook's shoes in the front for fucks sake!

Jungkook tosses his bucket hat to the side and sighs, tossing his keys into a bowl and running a hand through his hair. "Hey Tae." He goes to greet the other when his eyes suddenly land on your bent form, butt naked as the day you were born and hickeys covering your throat (proud work from Taehyung).

Taehyung hums, "Hey Kook." He greets as if he isn't balls deep in you.

Jungkook is quiet for a few more seconds before he puts two and two together and he lets out a breath of disbelief, "Hm.. I see what's going on here." He pushes his tongue against his cheek looking pissed off, "You know when I said you let just about anyone have it you sure know how to pick 'em don't you y/n?" He mocks as he steps forward.

"What?" Taehyung mumbles as he pulls back just a little before it clicks in his head too, "She's fuckin' you too Kook?" He chuckles lazily, "Finally the girl who's got you by your balls has been revealed, Kook over here was going crazy over this little pussy of yours." He croons in your ear and gives your pussy a pat.

"Oh yeah asshole? Well now I know the girl you fucking simp over and take photos of so you can hang them in your room." Jungkook sneers back as he folds his arms over his chest.

You're mildly alarmed by Jungkook's words and look back at Taehyung with a unimpressed look, "Really dude? Couldn't have just asked? Just sayin'." You softly say, "Whatever grinds your gears."

"I'm not a fucking pervert!" Taehyung groans, "Listen you just gonna stand there or you gonna let me go back to what I was doing?" He says to Jungkook in annoyance, "My dick's about to go soft with just the sight of you."

"Fine, but I want in too." Jungkook grins as he takes his jacket off.

He what now?

Surely he isn't serious, at least you think he isn't..

Then you find yourself in a predicament. You're in Taehyung's lap facing Jungkook as he's sliding his cock through the slippery mess of lube and slick. You're terrified out of your mind to even think of having them both in you at the same time. Taehyung's more relaxed, cock throbbing from inside you as he watches with hazy eyes as Jungkook works his own cock inside alongside his.

"Holy shit," Jungkook grits his teeth as he digs his nails into your thighs, "still so fucking tight." He mutters and inches in to you slowly.

You let out a low whine of fear but that's not the point, your cunt's tense and so are you. It feels like pressure and a small twinge of pain from your perineum stretching, like a small stinging/burning sensation. It's not uncomfortable and you can bear with it. It just feels like time is ticking by really slow for you.

"Almost there," Jungkook says as he eases another inch or two into you.

Taehyung kisses on your shoulder and neck to distract you from the pain as he reaches down between Jungkook and you to fondle your swollen clit. You softly moan, feeling more wetness get coaxed out of you, "Just move, can't bottom out with Tae inside." You murmur softly, "I'm good, promise."

Jungkook shares a look with Taehyung and the two give in, "Tap my thigh if it's too much." Taehyung relents as he adjusts his grip on you, "Okay?"

You nod in affirmation and a tiny gasp leaves you when Jungkook begins to thrust in to the best of his abilities. Taehyung waits a little and then rolls his hips forwards to join Jungkook's. They create this rhythm, one goes in and the other is barely sliding back out though both cocks stretch you to your limits and your g-spot is being hit dead on by you don't know.

"Oh god," you whimper and throw your head back on Taehyung's shoulder, "fuck meeee..!" You whined out as your thighs shook a little more than usual, "So fucking deep." You gasped.

Jungkook grunted quietly as he focused on the tempo he and his friend had set. It felt heavenly, the tight fit around his cock sent tremors down his spine. He could feel the disgusting wet slide of his cock rubbing against Taehyung's shaft whenever he was pushing in and the latter was pulling back out. Taehyung was quietly panting against your shoulder as he holds you tight in his arms.

You rock between the two of them, low whimpers and cries leaving your lips due to the burning pleasure you feel. Your toes curl and you lift your hips a little seeing stars bursting behind your eyelids, "Oh shit!" You cry, it had made both cocks stroke your sensitive walls and cause more pleasure for you.

You can't escape them, if you move up you're basically pushing up into Jungkook and feeling Taehyung slide back out. It's equally mind blowing and you just don't want this to stop ever despite feeling full and stretched out.

"Greedy little slut," Jungkook grunts out of nowhere, "couldn't just have one cock now could you? Had to go and find a way to satisfy this slutty pussy didn't you?" He pants softly as he leans down to suck hickeys on to your skin, "Maybe we shouldn't even let you cum, do you even deserve it after being a bad girl and fucking Taehyung behind my back?"

Taehyung lets out a little grunt, "Pump and dump," He replies, "I mean how many times we make this greedy little slut cum Jungkook? I think it's only fair we get to cum this time don't you think baby?" He asks you with a soft moan in your ear.

You tremble a little, panting as your pussy flutters around their cocks and tightens just a tiny bit because the telltale signs of your orgasm is building up. Jungkook slaps your cheek lightly, "Pay attention now baby, we asked you something."

"Mmmmm.... told you, you weren't the only ones." You softly reply because you're out of it, close to coming and feeling like you'll pass out.

They smirk at your little snarky reply, deciding to set a unforgiving pace as they rock into you harshly now. It jostles you and weak cries are leaving your mouth, you're so so close and you reach down to rub your clit in slow circles. Taehyung sees this and replaces your hand with his own, playing and slapping your swollen bud.

"Tae..! Jungkook...!" You call out and without any warning you cum hard, shaking and gasping.

Jungkook bites his lips and yanks his cock out, "Fuck get her over here, gonna put that mouth to good use." He pants as he holds his lubed up cock.

Taehyung struggles to get you to bend over just a little in his lap as he pushes you towards Jungkook, "Open wide baby," he purrs softly, "give Kook a treat for treating you so nicely."

Your lips part and you open your mouth to take in Jungkook's wet cock. It's drenched in the flavored lube and some tangy saltiness from his pre-cum and your slick. He tangles his hand in your hair and bobs your head at the pace he wants to go, sighing and moaning. "Fuckkkk, like that baby you're doing so fucking good for me." He smirks.

Taehyung grips your hips, rocking you back and forth on his lap as he focuses on his own release. He pants and moans lowly, lips forming a small 'o' as he throws his head back with his eyes closed, "Shit she's so fucking wet Kook can barely fuckin' feel her."

"Slut's all fucked out, prolly even gaping from two cocks being stuffed into her slutty pussy." Jungkook groans in return as his hips stutter, "Shit, shit, shit," He moans long and loud as he cums down your throat, making you gag and sputter around his cock.

Taehyung's orgasm hits him cause the sounds of you slobbering all over Jungkook comes straight from a wet dream or something. He slumps into the couch with a low whine because his cock is twitching and spurt after spurt of cum fills you. "Shit that's so fucking sexy."

"Did so good," Jungkook smirks as he pulls out of your mouth and watches you cough up a little cum and saliva, "so, so good.." He pats you.

You're fucked out, everything in your body is screaming at you to go and lie down cause you were tired. You fought off a wave of sleepiness as your body slowly cooled down and your body just relaxed after the orgasm they both gave you. "Want a bath... and a nap." You softly say.

Both men stare down at you with fondness in their eyes, "Yeah? You want some wings too?" Jungkook teases cause he knows you're very tired and probably talking out your ass.

"Boneless please, ooh and some garlic bread and pizza please." You say looking up at him with a serious gaze, "Better be here when I get out of the shower... Tae give me your shirt-"

There was no way they could ever deny you, their favorite little cumdump <3.

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