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underratedandoverit · 9 months

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a mark on you

953 words chuck taylor/kip sabian

okay. listen. i dont know what is happening but ive been wanting to do something with these two for a while. im breaking into a new territory here. if this is already out there i havent been able to find it today ssssooo youre welcome. or whatever

i just think they would be cute. just so i dont ramble here i'll leave it at that, but i have very much galaxy brain rotted them together and heres the (potentially first) result of that. its just short, cute and fluffy cause im very tired but i wanted to do something tonight

dont hate the messenger if this isnt anything worth investing into lmao

@midnightpretenders0 (thank you for encouraging my brain rot to write this i owe you one jasndkja) @stormbornpirate @ss-trashboat

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As Chuck stirred from his sleep a little, he tried to turn on his other side, only to become aware that he was effectively stuck. With a soft yet annoyed grunt he tried to pull his arm free, only to find that it wasn’t budging at all. Forcing his eyes open, taking a good while to adjust in his groggy state and dim bedroom, Chuck’s gaze finally fell to the other man asleep on the bed next to him, washing the annoyance away from him in almost an instant.

Kip was fast asleep, clearly not bothered or aware of anything happening around him, the least being Chuck’s arm currently being trapped underneath him. As Chuck was becoming aware of his surroundings bit by bit as he was waking up a little bit more, he could feel Kip’s hand holding onto the hand of his trapped arm, fingers interlaced with one another, pulling them both against his chest.

Finding him this close wasn’t unusual – ever since the surgery forcing Kip on the shelf and to rely on others for help, something in him changed. The Brit was definitely whinier and needier than usual after that, both which he was already plenty of before, but something Chuck seemed to notice that this only happened when he was around. Kip at least tried to be more self-sufficient around others or when someone else asked if he needed help with something, but when it came to Chuck, Kip always asked him for help first, whether it was something he was perfectly able to do by himself or not.

Chuck had learned very fast that Kip loved to be pampered and cared for, especially when he could use a shitty little excuse for it like that his shoulder hurt too much that day. He definitely enjoyed the attention he was getting, whether he admitted it or not, but it was fairly obvious to anyone with any common sense and a pair of eyes.

The weird thing about it was though, that the longer it continued, the less Chuck actually minded it, even when he knew Kip was getting better to the point where he didn’t necessarily need all that help anymore. And yet somehow Chuck still kept coming back for more, even when he didn’t need to.

And eventually it had all led down to this point.

Trying to be as careful as possible, Chuck adjusted his arm, pulling it down to Kip’s waist. He didn’t resist, obviously too deep in his sleep, but his hand never let go of Chuck’s, Kip’s arm just following along his as Chuck moved it. He gently pulled Kip closer to his chest, the blond letting out a quiet, content hum in his sleep as Chuck rested his head against Kip’s shoulder.

He let his eyes wander a bit, watching the covers almost hastily thrown over Kip’s figure rise and fall slowly alongside his breathing, feeling Kip’s back against his chest, slowly building up heat between the two of them. The only thing poking out from the pile of blankets along with their heads was Kip’s free arm, pulling the blanket tighter against him.

Chuck’s eyes followed down the arm, his healthy one, covered in various tattoos themed in forest wildlife. He could see a few wolves, an owl, and a deer among others that he vaguely remembered Kip telling him at some point that he got them done back home in England before he moved to America. He had talked longingly about wanting to go back to continue the piece, maybe on the other arm, but with how things had been lately he hadn’t had the time to do so.

Shifting carefully, trying not to wake Kip up, Chuck removed his free hand from underneath the blanket, slowly lowering it on Kip’s arm. He waited for a moment for a reaction, but as he didn’t get one, Chuck carefully brushed a finger over the deer face on the arm, tracing his fingertip along the lines of the artwork.

He knew how much getting injured hurt Kip both mentally and physically. The only thing he had ever been glad about it was that it was indeed his non-decorated arm, even if it was his dominant one. Kip wouldn’t have described himself as insecure about his looks, but he had talked about his tattoos enough for Chuck to have gotten the basic sense that they meant a lot to him. Enough, that he was happy that it wasn't the arm that had to go under the knife.

Chuck gently pressed his finger against each separate bird on his tattoo sleeve, tracking the line all the way down to his wrist, to the owl. He observed it for a moment, fingers running along the art, wondering where he had gotten the idea for it. Making a mental note to ask later, Chuck’s fingers continued to dance along Kip’s inked skin, making sharp turns on one of the wolf’s ears.

“…Chuck?”

The voice was very quiet but sudden, making Chuck freeze in place, afraid he had woken Kip up.

“Y-yeah?”

The blond didn’t say anything else, he just let go of Chuck’s hand that he had been holding the entire time. Chuck’s other hand quickly lifted up from his arm, Kip effortlessly turning around with Chuck’s arm still around his waist, effectively hiding the tattooed arm underneath him, away from Chuck’s grasp, whether he was aware of it or not. Kip buried his face into Chuck’s chest with a deep exhale.

“I love you.”

Before Chuck could question him further, Kip’s breathing had already steadied, him falling back asleep. With a sigh soft Chuck pressed a little kiss in his hair, pulling him closer. “Fool.”

#drabble #character: chuck taylor #character: kip sabian #ship: chuckkip #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction

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fleshsigil · 1 month

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census designated - review

//content warning: discussion of depression/suicide/self-harm/dysphoria

census designated is in my top 3 albums of all time. i would give it a 10/10, but i think that rating music with numbers is stupid.

census designated is the sophomore album of jane remover, an artist who had originally broken into the music scene in 2021 with the seminal hyperpop EP, teen week. she then proceeded to release frailty later that year, a face-melting and depressing emo/hyperpop/edm fusion, which is another one of my favorite albums of all time.

needless to say, census designated is a pretty large departure from her source material, but one of the most positive changes i've seen in an artist's material ever. it trades in frailty's twinkly, edm-inspired vibe for a more acoustic and shoegazey style, while still retaining all of the things that made jane's music amazing in the first place. it features crackling, wailing walls of noise and basslines interlaced with screams and similar digital glitching effects to frailty; the hip-hop style drums used in frailty are swapped out for more acoustic, natural-sounding drums and the synths are much more warm and organic, fitting perfectly into the atmosphere of the rest of the album.

the tracks on census designated are on the longer side, ranging from 4 and a half minutes to almost 9. normally, seeing lots of long tracks on an album worries me as sometimes it can result in a lack of substance; this was most certainly not the case for this album. the long playtime makes room for bleaker, quieter moments building up into ear-splitting, astronomically cathartic breakdowns and climaxes. census designated effortlessly weaves together bedroom pop, shoegaze, and harsh noise into a varied and oppressive but beautifully blended soundscape for the entirety of the album. walls of warm synths and glitchy audio makes way for droning, feedback-riddled guitar melodies and minimal basslines.

the way that this album is able to convey the bitterness, desperation, anger, and hopelessness that are present in mental illness and dysphoria is something that i have seen in few other pieces of media. akin to uboa's the origin of my depression and giles corey's self-titled, census designated paints a visceral and vivid picture of depression, suicidal ideation, and struggling with one's identity, through both its lyrical content and sound. as someone who personally has struggled and is struggling with these things, this album has been unbelievably cathartic for me. all of the desperation and anger that jane funneled into this album is made into this palpable, dreamily vivid experience. a great example of this is the first ~20 seconds of video, a deafening wall of guitar, screams, frantic drums, and synths. during moments like this, jane also used a noisy sort of glitching effect to convey this complete collapse, this almost inability for the music to even stay within its bounds, breaking down into a messy, roiling sea of noise; a feeling that a lot of people who struggle with mental illness can relate to. this is then followed up with a bleak and soulful buildup until the eventual climax towards the end. despite this being a common song structure and theme throughout the album, it's re-engineered and done in a different way in each song, fully different from all the others; each song also discusses different topics, such as toxic relationships, going unnoticed in life, self-harm, hopelessness, the music industry, among other things. the lyrical content is vague enough for the listener to project their experiences onto it, but still personal enough for them to relate to jane's own experiences. there's this dark twinge of body-horror/cannibalism-themed metaphors for intimacy/sex/attraction ("biting chunks out of my face", "arm candy falling into his lap / take a bite") which jane herself said was inspired by horror movies that she had been watching at the time. anyone who has ever been in love, in a shitty relationship, or been ignored by the people around them will find the lyrics immediately relatable and impactful, although it's still enjoyable regardless.

the fact that jane remover was able to transition from terminally- online, attention-deficit digicore and hyperpop (which i still love, don't get me wrong) to one of the best shoegaze/noise rock projects i've heard in years is amazing and really shows her unfettered creativity, musical ability, and capacity to blend together multiple genres into a beautiful, cohesive project.

overall, i highly recommend that anyone who enjoys this style of music gives this album a listen. in my opinion, it's a masterpiece, and if you give it a try, you might think so too.

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jojotier · 3 months

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oh sorry I meant 1 and 2 not 12 😅 my bad

OH you're good!! i didn't see the space lol

What themes would you like to write about that you feel don’t get explored very often?

There's a couple that I think about a lot (themes of how colonized peoples can salvage their own culture from under the maw of imperialism, themes of interlacing tragedy with the mundane absurdity of life, explorations of tenderness in all its forms among everyone we love and how intimate we are in our day to day) that I feel don't get as much love, but universally across all of my stories, I tend to write to the theme of- "why won't you let me die?" and who am i if i have to live?

I guess you could call it a theme of perseverance in the face of adversity- sometimes it is, and sometimes it isn't- but it's more about a character hitting the absolute lowest point in their lives. someone finding themselves where they want to die, where the need to cease existing is sewn into their very being, screaming in the face of a universe that won't let them. And then when the answer is given, it's that character picking themselves back up and living. It's about identity, and remaking yourself, because how else will you survive?

And more than that- it's the universe giving you an answer.

2.What are some common elements of stories you are tired of seeing? What would you avoid writing about?

While I don't mind pure evil characters in fiction per se, I'm so fucking tired of books and movies and shit where the thesis is that humanity is IRREDEEMABLE and WILL TEAR EACH OTHER APART LIKE RABID DOGS because humans are ALL SECRETLY EVIL!!!!!!!!!!!! particularly if it's meant to be some grand sweeping philosophical statement about the human race. it's tired. it's intellectually lazy. it's so not it.

in that vein, I don't write war stories (unless it's in the aftermath or before of war or unless it's about the human cost of it) and I don't write about entire casts of solely evil characters. If I write empires, they're either dead or in their death throes.

#asks #writing #fantasy #WOOF that first question got a little heavy #suicide #suicide ment #rather. not like full suicide talk #but its in that vein

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jiangmen3d · 7 months

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Lenticular Posters in Retail: Captivating Shoppers and Elevating Visual Merchandising

Let's first define large lenticular poster so that we can discuss its uses in retail. By interlacing numerous pictures into one print, the lenticular printing process gives the appearance of depth, movement, or shifting images. This is accomplished by covering these pictures with a lenticular lens sheet. The lens sheet is made up of multiple microscopic lenses, or lenticules, that, depending on the angle from which they are seen, diffract light in various ways. As a result, lenticular posters produce distinct pictures when viewed from various angles, producing a dynamic and attention-grabbing impact.

Let's now look at how businesses are utilizing lenticular posters to improve their visual merchandising strategies.

Retaining Interest

Any retailer's main objective is to draw in passersby and potential consumers. This is accomplished by large lenticular posters sticking out visibly among the sea of static signs and adverts. They entice customers into the business and increase the likelihood of making a sale because of their dynamic character, which motivates onlookers to stop and take a closer look.

Pointing Out Product Features

A powerful tool for product advertising is the 3D lenticular poster. They can be used by retailers to emphasize certain product characteristics or provide product demonstrations. For instance, lenticular posters might be used by a consumer electronics store to demonstrate the many features of a new smartphone, making it simpler for clients to comprehend its features and advantages.

Seasonal and marketing initiatives

To increase sales at particular seasons of the year, retailers frequently undertake seasonal and promotional programs. By dynamically showing limited-time deals, discounts, or holiday-themed images, lenticular posters may play a crucial part in marketing promotions. Lenticular posters are adaptable to many marketing endeavors since they may change graphics or words instantly.

Animated Displays In retail, interactive displays are becoming more and more common. To better engage clients, lenticular posters may be incorporated into interactive displays. For instance, a toy store may feature a lenticular poster with a large 3D photo that moves in response to passersby's motions, providing both kids and adults with a fun and engaging experience.

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impeccablenest68 · 10 months

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Celtic Band Tattoo Meaning: Exploring the Symbolism and Significance - Impeccable Nest

Celtic art and culture are deeply rooted in ancient traditions, stemming from the Celtic tribes that inhabited Europe over 2,000 years ago. The interconnected motifs found in Celtic design represent an intricate web of meanings. Let’s explore some common themes associated with Celtic symbolism: Celtic knotwork, characterized by its continuous loops and interlacing patterns, represents the eternal cycle of life and interconnectedness. These knots often symbolize unity, eternity, and the binding together of spiritual forces. Spiral motifs within Celtic art signify the cyclical nature of existence. They embody life’s journey, personal growth, and the perpetual movement of energy. Spirals can also reflect the natural elements such as water, air, earth, and fire. The triskele, comprised of three interlocking spirals, is a prominent Celtic symbol. It embodies significant triads like past, present, and future; land, sea, and sky; - w7ehicgk0z

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vendettamuses · 10 months

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@maximuses SAID: i like it when we hold hands. -> bailey and fennec and brahm

⚔️ Prompts for Lots and Lots of Flirting // CLOSED⚔️

"I wasn't aware he had hands," Fennec smirked, glancing over to the cryptid slowly walking on the other side of her girlfriend. In response, the Nightcaller growled, ears pinning back. He knew a jab when he heard it.

This was a recurring theme in Bailey's relationship. Fennec was snippy, sarcastic, and liked to poke fun wherever she could get it. Playfully rough around the edge and yet so charming, so alluring. It was no wonder Bailey had fallen for her so easily. They shared a similar fondness for quips and jabs in that way. Brahm, however, was much the opposite. He was terse and blunt, if he spoke at all. He kept to himself, preferring to just silently intimidate people if he couldn't simply stay out of sight. He was dark, mysterious - an almost forbidden fruit. And also he was a monster, so of course, Bailey caved to that thrill-seeking desire for him. They were so vastly different.

And Bailey liked the balance they created for her.

Even if their relationship lacked that balance.

"Calm down you two. We're trying to enjoy the day?"

At that, both pulled their attention away from each other to Bailey, and then back to the little trail leading out towards the deeper woodlands where they intended to spend their afternoon having lunch. There was silence from them for a spell. Only the wind and the birds chirping and the sound of Bailey humming some upbeat tune, one hand interlaced with Fennec's and the other gently grasping one of Brahm's antlers. It was nice. Pleasant. A moment of calm, without bickering or arguments. And they all could enjoy that.

Because as different as the assassin and the Nightcaller were, they still had one thing in common: they both loved and treasured Bailey, and they both would do anything to make her happy.

#ask : is this what you wanted #mutual : all of my best friends #maximuses #dynamic : i still got a whole lotta love for you #bailey hill x fennec shand x the nightcaller : i love you and she loves me [maximuses]#drabble : the higher the climb the harder the fall

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wholesalecoconutbowl · 11 months

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Natural Wall Baskets for Home Decoration

Woven Rattan Wall Basket

Woven rattan wall baskets come in various shapes, sizes, and designs, allowing for versatility in home decor. They are commonly used to display flowers, plants, or other decorative items, or simply as standalone wall art. The intricate weaving pattern of rattan creates an appealing visual texture and adds warmth to any room.

To hang a rattan wall basket, you can use a nail, hook, or adhesive hook specifically designed for hanging lightweight items on walls. Place it securely on the wall, ensuring that it can support the weight of the basket. Then, position the basket on the hook or nail, making sure it is level and stable.

Rattan baskets are known for their durability and natural beauty. They can be used in various interior design styles, including bohemian, coastal, rustic, or tropical themes. When cared for properly, woven rattan wall baskets can last for many years and continue to enhance the aesthetic appeal of your living space.

Small Round Seagrass Basket

These baskets are typically handcrafted using a weaving technique that involves interlacing thin strands of seagrass to create a sturdy and flexible structure. The round shape is a common design for seagrass baskets, and the small size makes them versatile for various uses.

Seagrass baskets can serve a range of purposes, such as:

Storage: They are perfect for organizing small items like keys, jewelry, accessories, or office supplies. You can place them on shelves, countertops, or dressers to keep your space tidy and organized.

Planters: Seagrass baskets make beautiful natural planters for small potted plants or succulents. The breathable nature of seagrass allows for proper drainage and airflow, keeping your plants healthy.

Decorative accents: The earthy texture and natural tones of seagrass baskets can add a touch of warmth and texture to your home decor. You can use them as standalone decorative pieces or incorporate them into wall displays or table centerpieces.

When caring for a small round seagrass basket, it is essential to keep it away from excessive moisture to prevent mold or mildew growth. Regular dusting or gentle vacuuming can help maintain its cleanliness. If necessary, you can lightly dampen a cloth and wipe the basket's surface to remove any stains or spills. Avoid using harsh chemicals or submerging the basket in water, as it can damage the seagrass.

Overall, a small round seagrass basket is a versatile and eco-friendly addition to your home decor, offering both functionality and visual appeal.

Bamboo Small Basket

Here are some features and uses of a bamboo small wall hanging basket:

Design: Wall hanging baskets made of bamboo often feature an open weave pattern, allowing for a decorative display of items placed inside. The baskets may have a flat back or a looped handle for easy hanging.

Storage and organization: The small size of these baskets makes them ideal for storing and organizing lightweight items. You can use them to hold small plants, flowers, dried herbs, craft supplies, or other decorative objects.

Wall decor: Bamboo wall hanging baskets serve as eye-catching wall decorations. You can hang them individually or in groups to create an interesting focal point in your home. They can be displayed in entryways, living rooms, kitchens, or any other area where you want to add a natural and artistic touch.

Versatility: These baskets can be used for various purposes. You can use them to store and display fresh or artificial flowers, create a vertical herb garden, showcase small trinkets or souvenirs, or even as a unique alternative to traditional photo frames.

To hang a bamboo small basket on a wall, you can use nails, hooks, or adhesive hooks specifically designed for hanging lightweight items. Place the hanging mechanism securely on the wall, making sure it can support the weight of the basket. Then, hang the basket on the hook or nail, ensuring it is level and secure.

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leachzamora42 · 1 year

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rollirealtor · 2 years

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sunflowersoonyoung · 3 years

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the best stress relief | wooseok

w.c ↠ 1.5k

pairing ↠ wooseok x fem!reader

genre/s ↠ fluff, smut, public sex, college au!

description ↠ despite knowing fully well that wooseok would only end up distracting you, the offer to have him join you whilst you studied was far too tantalising for you to reject.

warning/s ↠ suggestive themes, cursing, unprotected sex.

a/n ↠ hey guys~! this was requested by @beautifulmess0103. whilst I do not plan on accepting requests on this blog, I was inspired by this idea. I think it turned out relatively well~

Pale moonlight streaked between the blinds as you thumbed through pages of a textbook. An ominous silence rang across the college library, buzzing against your ears. The stuffy scent and lack of noise was a little suffocating, and as time passed you felt your attention waning.

It was strange to have the entire room to yourself. Usually, there would be at least a handful of students hurriedly skimming through books, faces illuminated by the lights of their laptops. After all, procrastination was a common issue.

Your phone lit up and you breathed a sigh of relief, taking the opportunity to take a break from studying just for a moment. Unsurprisingly, it was a text from your boyfriend, Wooseok.

Jung Wooseok:

Still at the library? Want me to keep you company?

The offer was deliciously tempting, but also a very bad idea. One way or another, Wooseok would end up distracting you. And this assignment was due far too soon for you to risk losing time. Despite your reservations over inviting him, you were almost afraid of the eerie quiet that hung in the air. Some company would be nice, you thought, responding to his text with a curt “yes please”.

Wooseok arrived only minutes later, casually striding between two bookshelves with his hands stuffed in the pockets of his sweatpants. He shrugged his hood off as he approached, raking through his fluffy raven hair with his fingers.

“Hey,” he greeted with a husky voice, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. He sunk into the chair opposite you, taking in the clutter of textbooks encircling you on the table surface.

“Busy?” He inquired, head relaxing against his palm as he observed you through his owl-like eyes.

“Very much so,” you exhaled.

Wooseok nodded, tugging his phone from his pocket, “I’ll try not to distract you, then.”

It was moments like these that you treasured him the most; moments in which he silently accompanied you, assuring that you were not alone, comfortable in his presence. He cared for you in his own subtle ways, and it never failed to fill you with warmth.

For a while, studying became much easier as you were warmed with joy, still fluttering from Wooseok’s considerate actions.

However, even with your sweet boyfriend’s presence, the paragraphs of printed words began to blur, your head throbbing dully. You attempted to urge yourself onwards, steeling yourself and chewing your lip in concentration. You were so absorbed in your reading that you failed to notice Wooseok’s onyx eyes, curiously drinking in your stressed expression.

Soon his phone was no longer of interest to him.

Perhaps it was the way you sunk your teeth into your bottom lip and furrowed your brow, wisps of hair falling over your forehead, eyes filled with desperation as you scanned the information laid out in front of you. It became apparent to him how deep his attraction for you ran, even when you were this wrought with stress.

“Hey,” he spoke before he could thoroughly inspect the idea, “want to try something?”

You hummed nonchalantly, absent-mindedly scrawling down an important point. You were halfway through writing when he answered, “can I touch you? Y’know, while you’re studying.”

The lead of your mechanical pencil snapped as you flinched, not expecting such a bold suggestion to leave his lips.

“Wh-what? Where did you get that idea? I…” you trailed off, swallowing hard and collecting yourself, “how would you even do that?”

Wooseok shot you a giddy grin and awkwardly slid beneath the table, struggling due to his slender limbs. You heard him knock his head on the table, followed by a muffled exclamation. A few more seconds passed in which you tried to crane your neck to capture a glimpse of him - gasping when his large palms smoothed over the inside of your thighs.

“Like this,” he explained, speaking casually as if he were not basically suggesting public sex.

“Wh-what if someone comes in?” You spluttered, growing hotter by the moment, nervously glancing around the room for any sign of a third presence.

“You’re stressed out, so you’re all wound up,” he hummed, “you know the chances are low. It’s a Friday night.”

He pressed his fingers between your legs, observing your response through his dark orbs. Goosebumps ran across your skin, arousal rising in your gut from both his warm touch and constant gaze.

“Keep working,” he muttered, a suggestion that proved impossible when he slid his hand between the crotch of your shorts and your thigh, pushing the fabric of your underwear aside so that his fingers had access to your burning core. Even the subtle graze of his fingertips against your pussy had you scrambling for the edge of the table to brace yourself.

“Wait, W-Wooseok, I’ll-,” your words dissolved into a garbled cry as one of his long fingers worked its way inside of you. He grinned, fucking you gradually till your slickness was sufficient enough for him to add a second finger. Your head lulled against the back of the chair, subconsciously parting your legs and raising your hips. A second groan slipped from your throat, so you clasped a hand to your mouth to prevent any more from escaping.

“Feels good, huh?” Wooseok commented, apparently enjoying the view. He unsheathed from you and popped his middle and forefinger into his mouth, simultaneously tasting you and lubricating them before filling you back up. It was a tight fit that had you grasping the side of the chair.

The friction felt incredible, but ultimately greed and lust had you desperate for more.

“I need more, Wooseok-ah,” you pleaded, “please.”

As if he had been waiting for those exact words, Wooseok removed his fingers. You stood numbly, legs wobbling as you helped him from beneath the table. He seemed distracted, gradually scanning the library. He apparently found what he was searching for (a hidden area to take you), interlacing his slick fingers with yours and tugging.

The corner of the library smelt strongly of dust and old paper, left mostly undisturbed by a majority of the students. If anyone were to enter abruptly, you would be shielded by the walls of shelving and would have time to stumble back into your pants before you were discovered.

Wooseok kissed you gently, his hands threading into your hair and drawing you as close to him as possible. You felt the sharp edges of the shelf press into your back, but you were too dizzied with desire to care. He hastily tugged your shorts and underpants down your legs, and you stepped out of them.

It was strange, being naked from the waist down in such a public area. Electric tension hung in the air, emanating from both of you in response to the nerve-wracking situation.

His cock loosely rested against his lower belly after you pulled down his sweatpants and boxers, and you sheathed the tip with your fist, sticky precum coating your skin. He groaned deeply, still kissing you.

“Turn around,” he purred, his thick lips grazing your ear. You shot him a sultry smile, licking the precum from your palm. His grasp grew rough and eager, turning you to face the bookshelf. You steaded yourself against the furnishing, eyes fluttering shut as the hot head of his cock ran over your exposed pussy.

Wooseok was deliberate as he filled you up, allowing you time to adjust to his thickness. You both huffed in pleasure when his hips eventually met your backside.

“I needed th-this, Wooseok,” You gasped, realising that this was the perfect remedy for your stress. He began fucking into you, increasing in intensity as you relaxed around him. His palm met the shelf above you, and when you tilted your head to observe him, heat washed over your figure, arousal practically dripping from between your legs.

His brows were furrowed, stands of soft black hair beginning to stick to his forehead. He met your gaze and smiled, exposing his teeth in a grin before slamming against you. You sobbed in pleasure, hanging your head and digging your nails into the wood.

“Touch yourself,” he breathed, and you wasted no time, burning one hand between your legs. Your clit was swollen and sensitive as you pressed the pad of your finger against it, pussy gripping onto his cock - earning a deep growl from Wooseok’s chest.

It did not take long for you to come around him, your cries of pleasure shattering the quiet atmosphere. His pace staggered, and he struggled to keep composure as your wetness increased tenfold. The sound would be humiliating if you were not as horny as you were, working yourself back against him out of hunger.

“Fuck,” Wooseok cursed, voice gravelly as he released inside you, his hips stuttering before he finally stopped. His breathing was heavy as he leaned over you, recovering from his orgasm.

You straightened, standing on the tips of your toes to kiss his cheek. Your shorts were pooled on the floor nearby; you tugged them back on and enjoyed the sight of a half-naked Wooseok for as long as you could before he matched your actions.

As you began trailing back towards your workspace, Wooseok interrupted you, long arms capturing you from behind. You savoured his embrace, soaking up his sweet warmth.

“Head clearer?” He inquired softly. Watching you wracked with stress, Wooseok had known well that you had needed his help to release stress.

“Yes. Thanks~.”

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turtle-steverogers · 2 years

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Part two of my series Enchanted by You is out!

Driving in New York City is a fucking nightmare.

Really, Bucky likes to avoid it if he can, much preferring to take the subway, or even walk to where he needs to be. But there are times when he can see the appeal to conceding. Like now, as he waits outside of the Henry Kaufman Building on NYU’s obscenely extensive campus.

It’s approaching finals week as December rears its head, bringing with it bitter-cold city weather, holiday cheer, and excess stress on college students across the country. And Steve isn’t exempt from that stress, so Bucky decided to pick him up for the weekend. Show him some relief. Give him a chance to take his hands off the wheel. He remembers how it was being a student, and god dammit if Steve doesn’t deserve some time to just feel good.

They’ve spent the night together before, but this is the first time Steve will be staying with him for any extended period of time. It’s thrilling; it feels like a next step. Though no steps have truly been discussed between them beyond the frankly obscene sex they’ve been having for the last month, so Bucky carefully sets that thought aside and puts his car in park. It’s 7:45-- Steve should be out soon.

Turning the radio on, Bucky scowls a bit at the gaudy Christmas music warbling out of the local station. He fiddles around until he finds the classic rock-- always a safe choice-- then pulls out his phone. There’s a text on his screen from Steve telling him he’s heading out, and Bucky sends a thumbs up back before switching to his email app to check while he waits. Hill sent him an email about a client booking monday, and there’s some information on upcoming holiday shoots, but nothing outside the normal cadence of things. Good. Predictable is just how Bucky likes his work.

There’s a knock on the passenger side window a few minutes later, and Bucky looks over to see Steve standing outside the car, a shy smile on his face. His sketchbook is tucked under one arm, and there’s paint smudged on his nose. Bucky wonders idly if he even knows it’s there; he hadn’t been kidding when he’d said he was a painter that first day at the shoot, but Bucky had been thrown for a proper loop when he’d found out Steve went to fucking NYU.

I’m there on a scholarship, Steve had said, cheeks aflame as he ducked his head down onto Bucky’s bare chest. Last thing my ma saw me get before she died. And christ, this kid is going to be the goddamn death of Bucky. Talented and sweet and secretive in equal measure-- surrounded by a shell Bucky is desperate to continue to crack.

Bucky unlocks the door and gestures for Steve to load his things in the back.

“Hey, how was class?” he asks as Steve tosses his backpack and overnight bag in the backseat.

Steve shuts the door and climbs in the front, buckling in.

“Pretty good. Doctor Morrison approved my proposal for the final.”

“Oh yeah?” Bucky eases them away from the curb and into traffic. It’s a thirty minute drive to Park Slope where Bucky’s apartment is; may as well settle in for the ride. “Is that the mock gallery submission you were talking about?”

“Yeah, we have to produce five related multimedia works. I’m trying to do a focus on how loss and grief and identity all intersect,” Steve says.

Loss is a more common theme in Steve’s life than Bucky could have fathomed, but he seems to cope through art-- self expression in its rawest form, and it’s admirable to see. Bucky is proud, he realizes.

“And your professor approved that?” Bucky reiterates.

“Yup.”

Bucky reaches over to squeeze Steve’s thigh. Steve squirms a little, and puts his hand over Bucky’s, interlacing their fingers. These little affections threaten to drive Bucky crazy. Fuck, he really needs to talk to Steve about this.

“I bet it’s gonna be awesome,” Bucky says, grinning as he navigates them towards Brooklyn with one hand. “Real profound.”

Steve snorted. “I don’t know about that,” he mumbled, and Bucky rolled his eyes.

“Nuh-uh, sweetheart. You don’t get to be humble about this anymore,” he says, giving Steve’s thigh a little warning tap. “Now that I’ve seen what you can do, there ain’t no downplaying allowed anymore, you got it?”

He flashes Steve a grin to let him know he’s joking, and takes in Steve’s face-- cheeks stained with a blush. Eyes downcast, and lips quirked up into a pleased smile he’s trying not to let spread. And Bucky may not be an artist like he is, but he thinks Steve might be more stunning than any still life out there.

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#in which bucky mayhaps becomes daddy #Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #stucky #stucky fic #mikey scrawls #enchanted by you

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huenjin · 4 years

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chains.

pairing — lee felix x reader

word count — 2.4k words

ratings — 18+

genre — smut, includes sub!felix, top!reader, chains, bondage, slight bdsm themes, fellatio, facial, slight dacryphilia.

note — inspired by that korean asmr by asmr zero that made me realise i might be a switch sometimes and might not just be all submissive. uh oh!

You are sitting on your bed with Felix's tongue wrapped around yours, your face brought so close to his that when you open your eyes you see his beautiful freckles and his long eyelashes. His arm snakes around your waist as he pulls you closer into him.

Felix had initiated the make out about ten minutes and fifty six seconds back and something about him wanting to take it slow really does not sit well with you tonight. Or at least with the thought in the back of your head as to what you had planned or wanted tonight.

And when you pull back, he whines like the absolute baby boy he is, his arm tightening around yours and the other still holding your face, cupping it dearly.

"Baby, I want to—"

You stand up to Felix's surprise. His eyes widens, the light of the room hitting his contacts and you smile comfortably — also, to remind him that it is still your home and you actually couldn't go anywhere else from here, funnily.

"Was it too much? Did I move too much? I'm s—"

"No, you were perfect," you shut all his nasty thoughts before opening your cupboard. Felix stares at you, his eyes keeping at your figure as he watches you move and search for something.

"Then?"

You don't respond and instead find the thing you were searching for. Pulling out the chains you had found in this store the other day and having thought of Felix the very instant your eyes landed on them, you pull them out, the metal clinking on the tiles floored underneath your feet.

Felix looks down, his eyes fixed on the chains and he laughs, lips curling up as he asks, "Are you into that sort of think, baby? Do you want to be tied up?"

His face is just so lit up that you didn't know whether you wanted to break his misconception. Of course, the both of you being switch often does ensure times when he lets you dominate him or be on top but they aren't that common off late and maybe that's why you wanted this night to go that way.

You miss making him your perfect little baby boy.

You use your other hand to push your boyfriend back on the bed, the chains hitting the post of the bed and he realises. Felix realises with that push of yours that you are leading tonight.

"I... Are we..," he stammers. Felix's throat dries up at the sight of you hovering over him with the chains and his voice turns hoarse and deeper. "I—"

"Can I chain you up and dominate you tonight?"

You do not mince your words in any way, putting it forth the exact same way you want Felix tonight — underneath you for you to devour him and have him cry and beg for you. Felix's coral lips part as he stares at you and then his eyes wavering to the chains by his side and he knows of only one thing.

He trusts you with his whole heart.

"Yes," he says, eyes locking into yours and you lift your torso off of him and stand on your two feet, the chain hitting the flooring again.

"Strip down," you order and he lifts his shirt over his head quickly, the pastel cream sweater hitting the floor followed by his loose pants. Felix looks down at his boxers and the evident bulge that seems to only grow at your dominance and he gulps.

"All the way." Your hand moves forward to touch the elastic of the boxers before pulling it back and letting it go, the elastic slapping aginst his pale skin till a light shade of pink covers the area. Felix's breath is caught in his throat as he stares at your hard eyes in this close proximity and he finds you delectable. He does as you tell him. Boxers off.

"Move back," you tell him, smiling warmly and Felix listens exactly. He pushes his body off slightly as he drags his body upwards, his head hitting the pillow.

It's a pretty sight in all honesty — Felix looking up at you, his head against the pillow and his lips parts so little that you see his teeth slightly and his eyes hooded in anticipation and all you know is that you felt mighty and powerful. You want to give Felix the best orgasm ever and make him want you, over and over again, till he's in tears, face ruined with translucent stains.

"Is this alright?" Felix's voice is so feeble that you want to hold him close to your chest and pet his hair. You nod and proceed to hover over him with the chain firm in your hands.

"You're doing so good, baby," you kiss his forehead before asking, "Your hand, please?" Felix bites his lower lip before extending his arms up at you. You take his wrist and tie it up together with the chains, only for you to tie the other hand to the bedpost.

"This is so, so embarassing," his accent is thick as he mumbles, voice hoarse. "I— It's been so long and maybe that's why, but it's so—"

"Less talking, baby boy," you tell as you go down to hold his leg and Felix budges, his eyes widening as he quickly asks, "Are you chaining up my legs too?"

Your head lifts up to look at your boyfriend and your eyebrows raise as if he had asked a question he already knew the answer to. You take his head and hook the band at the end of the chain to his ankle, one after the other. Felix shakes his legs a little and the metal of the chain clinks against each other, the sound hitting the wall only to amplify in your ears and strangely, you like it. A lot more than you thought.

"You'll stop me if I do anything you don't like, right?" You ask Felix as you sit on top of him, body hovering over his as you sit on his bulge, slightly rubbing your clothed core against it. "Right, baby boy?"

"Yes," he strains out, groaning slightly at your small movement. You feel his cock twitch underneath you, his legs buckling and the chains rattling.

"And what do you say when it's too much?" You move yourself slightly back, knees sliding against the soft sheets until your face hovers over his twitching cock and you lick your lips, pushing your hair to the other side as you take hold of it in your hand.

Felix doesn't reply, squeezing his eyes tightly at the sudden contact of your hand and his cock. You give it a gentle squeeze and ask again, "Baby boy, reply. What do you say when it's too much?" Your thumb grazes over the tip as you squeeze.

"Peaches, peaches," he gasps out as you increase the pressure. "Oh my god, Y/N. Please."

"Good boy. Please what?" You move your head forward and lick a small stripe from the base to the tip. Felix wants to hold his hair and he tries to move his hand instinctively only to remember that it's tied up. The metals clink against each other and Felix groans.

"Move, please," he crunches his noes up and his lips part. "Please. Do something. Don't tease me."

"My baby doesn't want me to tease him, does he?" You lick another strip, this time circling over his glans and Felix moans.

Felix's voice is gorgeous when he begs, low, deep and rough and as visceral as an embrace. You shudder at the impact this man has on you, the soft fabric of your clothing abrasive against his over-sensitized skin. You stroke his cock, squeezing the head gently to tease out thin early release, coating the precum over the tip.

"But what do I do," you look at Felix, his eyes widening when he realises what you have in mind. "What do I do when I want to tease my innocent baby boy?"

You take your time just as you promised, licking small stripes slowly up his cock, occasionally sucking at his balls, rubbing the skin between your fingers. Felix doesn't stop letting out small groans and purrs trying to holding onto something in vain, though holding just his other hand, fingers interlaced in a veneration as he begs for you to take him wholly.

And like a last pathetic attempt, Felix bucks his hip upwards, his reddened tip hitting your lips in surprise as he cries, "Please, please, please—"

You stop in your movements. You bite your lower lip, eyebrows raised as you look at your boyfriend who has his eyes watering and you don't realise how much it excites you — to have him crumbling and begging underneath you.

"Felix."

"I'm sorry, but please, Y/N. Please, please—" He's begging. Your lips curve up slightly.

"You know you have to be a good boy for me, baby boy, to get rewarded. Right?"

"Yes," his voice pitches higher. "Yes, yes. I'll be a good boy. I'll be your good boy. I'll just be your good boy. Only for you." He repeats over and over again, tears finally spilling. "Please."

It's perhaps the tears that makes you give in. It most definitely is the tears. You finally hold the base of his cock and hollowing your mouth, you take him by his tip slowly, licking at it before sucking at it. Chains rattle and Felix moans so loud that he doesn't know whether it is because he's relieved or because he likes being dominated.

You take him in further, sucking at it as you flick your wrist, carpel gliding against each other as you move your hand over his cock. With your lips wet from both your saliva and his precum, you pull out and lick at it, feeling him swell.

"Fuck," you swear and your teeth slightly grazes in response before you stare at him, "Don't swear with that pretty mouth, Lix."

You take him again in your mouth, tongue licking the underside of his cock from the base to the top. The chains clink and he moans, "Hah, babe."

Your head bobs up and down as you work your mouth around his dick, flicking your tongue this way and that to touch at sensitive spots. Every now and then, you suck the excess saliva off with a wet sound, one you knows comforts Felix a lot. The chains clink a lot quicker, rattling against each other and you know he's soon approaching. You pause with your tongue still pressed to the head of your boyfriend's dick.

"Thank you," he mumbles and you catch the gratitude. Your core brushes against his thigh, rubbing yourself against him. Felix pushes his luck and asks, "Can you unchain me so that I can grip on your head?"

You don't respond and instead suck furiously. You make small moans just to let the vibrations hit his dick and sensitise him. And because you know Felix loves it when you are vocal for him. You move your head up and down his length, squeezing the base of his cock while you are at it.

It doesn't take long for Felix to climax. With the ministration of your hand, wrists iced and your mouth bobbing up and down, occasionally letting his cock slip past into your throat, tongue placed flat against his underside, his twitch evident to you. The chains clatter against each other, his knees buckling and Felix's gasps are short, raspier and quicker.

"Baby, baby," he rasps out. "I'm going to come. I'm going to come. Oh my god," his voice peaks. "Oh my god. I'm going to come."

You take him out of your mouth as you press your core further into his thigh, his knee bucking suddenly and his flesh hitting against your covered slit. "Do not come till I tell you." Your hand pumps his length rapidly, up and down in a rhythmic motion. The room is filled with moans from Felix's lips, chains rattling loudly and your loud breathing.

And then he trips over into one of oblivion and euphoria. Felix moans as he finishes, a huge load of cum spurting out onto your face, and missing your mouth and tongue that sticks out unknowingly, without a command from you. Felix is too caught up in his overload of emotions to realise what he has done. The slimy, sticky liquid drips down your face, bit by bit onto your cleavage and you look down. Felix opens his eyes and your hand loosely pumps his cock to bring him down his high.

And when he sees the mess he has made of you, his lips part and he is quick to apologise, "I'm sorry. I didn't realise—" he sighs and tries moving his hand to clean you up, though in vain. The metal chain clinks, leaving Felix only with words of apologies to spill out before you.

"Remove the chains, Y/N," Felix asks of you. "Let me clean you up." He shakes his limbs. He whines, "Y/N."

You move away from Felix, jumping off the bed and reaching out for the wet tissues by the side, cleaning yourself up when Felix calls out for you again, "Baby, please, let me help you. I'm sorry."

"Felix," you call out for him and he stops his movements, the rattle of the chains momentarily ceasing. "Eyes on me." You remove your shirt, lifting it up and dropping it down, followed by the rest of your clothings. He gulps, his prominent Adam's apple bobbing up and sliding down slowly.

"Babe?"

"Lix, you remember your safe word, right?" You slowly get back on the bed, crawling towards your boyfriend still chained to the bed. Felix nodes and you tell him, "Use your words, Lix."

"I remember."

"Good." You hover over him. Felix gulps. "Let's get started on your punishment now then. Someone's been defiant, haven't they?"

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dracosaurusrex · 3 years

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Muse (Draco x Reader)

Summary: Draco Malfoy may be perceived as a heavily flawed being within the eyes of others, however underneath them lies a boy who’s perfectly capable of loving.

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: Sexual themes, pero lyke not too smutty lol

A/N: I forgot what I wanted to say. Nvm. I’ve been feeling suppressed and quite...stuck with my writing abilities. Here’s a lil ‘detox’ fic if you will. It’s not perfect, but it’s just something to reset my juices. I hope you enjoy! :D

Sounds of precise scribbles could be heard as Y/N filled her little book with sketch lines. She had an observant mind, paying great attention to the smallest of details. Her senses were her friends, and they aided her as she created sculptures of the world around her--that's what she usually specialized in. However, what was depicted on her sketchbook in that particular moment was nothing of that nature. No. As her lines became more defined, the drawing on the page drew close resemblance to the figure of her Slytherin prince.

Descriptions such as foul, loathsome, rude, and arrogant were accurate depictions of the boy, but there was beauty within him all the same. When class was in session, you witnessed how vile he can be. However, when you found yourself wrapped in his warm embrace, when his signature scowl was absent from his face, you took in the sight with much gratefulness. He didn’t deny that side of him to you. In fact, he reserved it just for you, and because of that, Draco Malfoy was your muse.

Recollections of sensations that characterized your relationship embedded themselves within the surface of your pages. As the sketch begins to develop itself, the imagery of your love vividly infiltrates your mind.

Sight.

It was when morning light had shone through water, through his window, and onto his face that you observed him with much scrutiny. His closed eyelids, his slightly parted lips, the way his fringe brushed his forehead--you took everything in. The way his breaths were soft and gentle, the way his chest lifted and lowered itself, the way his hand was lazily slung over your waist--you took everything in. It was in these whispers of moments that you took in all that he was--everything that was inherently Draco--and fell in love all over again.

Smell

His scents felt like home. There have been countless moments when you rummaged through his closet, snagging some of his sweaters, so that when you were alone you wouldn’t feel as though you were. You’d even purposefully spray his cologne on the shirts he gave you, so that his scent would be preserved. After quidditch practice, you didn’t even mind if he was sweaty. The boyish scent that filled your senses upon every embrace comforted you regardless of how dirty or pungent he thought he was. Furthermore, the look of disapproval as he tried to push you away always faded when you forced him into your embrace. In those moments, his heart palpitated as his nose pressed against your hair, taking in your own scent. Just like you, to him your scents felt like home.

Taste

Every kiss with Draco always felt better than the last. It wouldn’t matter where you were--a corridor, the common room, courtyard, your dorm, anywhere--every single one was laced with desire and longing. They would start off with a slight brush of the lips, blooming into a melting pot of passion, love, smiles, and adoration. A quick pinch or tickle from him would cause your mouth to open, prompting his tongue to swirl in as you produced sweet melodic sounds of laughter. Tongues would battle, but in such a satisfying and harmonious way. They seemed to convey different messages at different times of the day, but one thing remained the same--he was sweet.

Touch

It was when the darkness of the night enveloped you both that you felt the intimacy of his love. The feeling of his lips greeting yours induced flips in your heart before they spread all over your body. You could recall their softness in the way they fit the crevices of your collarbones, the way they brushed over the valley in between your breasts, on them, and over the expanse of your stomach, before trailing ever so teasingly along your hips. You could recall the way his hands rubbed and squeezed your naked sides before gripping them firmly as he entered you. His fingers would then trail up your arms wounding up clasped within your grasp. The warmth that emanated from his lips, from his palms, from his fingertips, from his hips--they all whispered “I love you”; and with your body pressed against his own, you made it known that you love him too.

Sound

His voice was melodic. It typically took on a silvery tone when in conversation, embraced a velvety complex at night, and an oddly hoarse, low, and gruff character in the morning. The words that would be cruel when directed towards others, embodied a gentle and caressing nature when with you. Actually, that was dependent on the situation. Nevertheless, in all instances, they were him. It was his voice--Draco’s voice. The one that bestowed your ears with much comfort, much peace, much love. The one that caressed and secured you in times of doubt. The one that turned you one with the slightest, most subtle alterations. Just like all else, it was home.

The feeling of clay scrunching underneath your fingernails represented the concentration you dedicated in formulating the features of your boyfriend’s face. Sounds of your soft breaths could be heard as your work grew more characteristic of him over time. As you paid close attention to his carving out his details, a small creaking of the door into the Room of Requirement could be heard from a distance behind you. You knew these steps. Even their sounds had ingrained themselves in your mind. A soft smile graces your lips. Within a moment, you’re confronted by the sight of long arms as it circles around your waist. A deep exhale of air was felt traveling along your back while a familiar pair of lips pressed itself on the crook of your neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses along its expanse.

“Hello, my darling.” His voice was low and velvety this time.

“Hello, love.” You reply softly.

“That’s a handsome sculpture you got going on there.” Draco presses his nose to your hair; his eyes marvel at the sight of your work.

“Really? I wonder who it could be.” He releases a laugh before turning you around to face him. He took in all of your glory. Your hands were interlaced with clay pieces, white stains covered your shirt, your pants, as well as your nose and cheeks. Your hair was tied up in a low, messy bun, but still had managed to compliment your graceful facial futures. It didn’t matter if you were overly dressed, under dressed, or not dressed at all--you were beautiful.

“Come here.” He whispers. He reaches to cup your cheeks before bringing his lips down on yours. They were always as they were, but even better. The feeling of his lips never failed to throw your mind in a spiral. They were soft, and petal-like, yet they held so much expression, ramping up your heart rate, and inducing a flush on your cheeks. You both break away panting.

You gaze at the boy in front of you as he presses his forehead against yours. He was flawed in many ways, but handled your heart so carefully, so well as though it was glass. Within his brash exterior was a boy worth loving. The boy you loved so dearly.

As Draco regains his composure, he looks deep into your eyes.

“I love you.”

A/N: Thank you for reading! I hope you have a wonderful day, you beautiful beautiful people! <3

Just a couple of tags :)

@beiahadid @rottenhexrt @ccabian @hahee154hq @ceeellewrites @xoxohollands @fadesbrina @karamelssunflowers @mushi98 @kaye-lantern

#draco x reader #draco x y/n #draco x you #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy fanfiction

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kodzumie-archived · 3 years

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Can l request a yandere kokichi and nagito with a insecure possessive so? Thank you very much

❝HE LOVES ME, HE LOVES ME NOT❞

Synopsis; What are the yanderes like with an insecure and possessive darling?

Featuring; Kokichi Oma and Nagito Komaeda x GN! Reader

Warning(s); Yandere themes, established relationship, manipulation, emotional abuse, possessiveness, insecure thoughts (reader), sacrilege, worship, implications of stockholm syndome, self-harm (Nagito), blood, slight gore, attempted suicide, and mentions of hospitaliation.

Kodzumie’s Note; Of course you can! Thank you for your request, this was a very interesting concept, and one that I enjoyed writing! Take care, love. Muah! <3

➤ KOKICHI OMA

⤷ He’s cunning; calculating all the ways he can use your weaknesses to his advantage. Truthfully, he’s the reason you have a desperate need to pledge your claim on him. He made you this way; riddled in insecurities, fearing that you’ll never be enough for him.

⤷ The constant malice laced with faux, brutal honesty in his words as he admits that if you get boring, he’ll leave you. In the way he drops such soul-shattering admissions without a care terrified you. Were you that easy to discard?

⤷ And thus spiraled your fogged mind of whether or not what you do is spontaneous enough. Is it enough to be deemed unpreditable? Will it keep him interested? Will he be entertained?

⤷ It’s a cruel, sadistic game that he’s forced your self-assurance to play. Constantly chasing after him as he turns his back to you, threatening you with the shackles of abandonment.

⤷ He’s caged you in a mindset where you cannot rely on trust any longer. Trusting a deceiver would bring you nothing but heartbreak; you’ve had to bear this lesson far too many times to relive it once more. Trust—in this corrupted love—was a vice.

⤷ So you took it into your cold, dead hands to carry the burden of ensuring that your lover remains. Wary glances of where he runs off to, heart worrying away over who he could possibly be with at that very moment. Who has he deemed worthy of his invaluable time now?

⤷ You fret over any and all possibilities. Perhaps he finds someone more deserving of his time, leaving you for them in the blink of an eye. Or perhaps he simply grows tired of you, your existence proving to be far too predictable and not suitable to his adrenaline-crazed tastes.

⤷ In every moment, you fixate on the where his eyes flicker when he’s with you. It’s taunting, the distraught of catching him looking at someone else. Someone other than you.

⤷ And he knows this. He’s more than aware of how worriedly you follow his gazes, hoping not to find another person they’re directed towards. It’s a realization he plans to use to the fullest, caving in whatever sense of self-esteem you had that maybe—just maybe—he only had eyes for you.

⤷ But having faith in such a deceitful individual was a mistake you’ve made far too many times. Even now as you follow Kokichi’s eyes to settle upon a figure.

⤷ Your heart dropped to the pits of your stomach, an unruly pang piercing your conviction with the tendrils of a distorted reality; he’s gazing upon someone else.

⤷ That’s not you. That’s not you. That’s not you. That’s not you. That’s not you. That’s not you. That’s not you—

⤷ “Kokichi, what are you looking at?” You cut the suffocating silence. Your breaths uneven as the functioning of your lungs felt labored. Throat contracting in anxiety, you swore you wouldn’t be able to hear his—inevitably deleterious—reply over the deafening pulsating of your heart.

⤷ “Just someone.” He mutters. But you see it, you notice what you prayed was merely an illusory of your culminated fears; he wouldn’t take his eyes off them. Not even as he replied to you. Not even as you tightened the grip on your intertwined hands. He wouldn’t stop looking at them.

⤷ In that moment, you could only describe it as the relentless tearing of your fragile heart. The desire to be his faithful partner in which such devotion is reciprocated is tattered with disdain.

⤷ You’re replacable. In what you believed were the earnest eyes of Kokichi Oma, you were to be repudiated.

⤷ As your eyes tear up and you begin to drag your boyfriend away, successfully garnering his attention away from that supposed stranger at long last, your blurred vision and hasty steps led you to miss the deviously depraved grin of his that was far too sinisterly crooked.

⤷ Your reactions, your blind fury and innermost apprehensions were so amusing; so comically enthralling. It’s no wonder he promises the two of you are sworn lovers; you never cease to stun him.

⤷ Once you two have reached a somewhat secluded area and far enough from the previous scene in which your heart ached to think about, you turned to Kokichi with such a catastrophic sheen of betrayal yet interlaced with the poison of envisage. You had expected this, hadn’t you?

⤷ “Why?” The words hang in the tense air as you peer down at the ground below, unable to meet his eyes in which—to your expectancy—darkened with the tainting of rejection; rejection of you.

⤷ This was a game that seemed far too easy for the cunning boy. It was as though you’d granted him the key to your mind, allowing him to feverishly jeopardize your self-reverence.

⤷ “What do you mean?” It’s a simple question; a plead of elaboration. But Kokichi knows all-too-well what plagued root pollute his intentions. He wants to see you break. And it seems like he’ll be getting exactly what he wants.

⤷ “What do I mean? Kokichi, what do I mean?!” You sharply inhale, your breathing sporadic as tears spill from your eyes.

⤷ “Stop playing dumb for once! Just tell me, just say it to my face, Kokichi! Are you tired of me?!” It’s a shout that tears your throat raw, emotion seeping into each word, woven with the most intricate of desperation.

⤷ He sees how you’re beginning to lose yourself; losing your self-respect as you claw at all that he’s formulated to define you. It’s as he’d planned, you need him.

⤷ And it should’ve ended the moment he’d realized how far gone your independence has been muddled upon his taxing gambling upon your mind. But he didn’t. It was far too amusing to stop now. Your desperation for his affections to be for you—solely for you—were addictive, and he wanted more of it.

⤷ So, as he cradled you, drawing you closer and inviting you to seek comfort within his bodily warmth, he suppresses a wicked cackle.

⤷ Whispering promises that you were still the one whom held his heart captive; you, you, you! And as pitifully naïve as you are, you decide to believe in him once more.

⤷ Perhaps you’d never believed him, and rather seeked out an excuse that brought the most comfort to you. Attempting to piece together your fragmented self-assurance, you depended on the contentment of his promises. Even if they were nothing more than the lies you’ve come to confide in.

➤ NAGITO KOMAEDA

⤷ A sworn worshipper; Nagito will go to the ends of the Earth to prove his devotion to his darling. His heart belongs solely to you, interlocked between the weaving of your hypnotic web as he hails you.

⤷ He believes with the entirety of his worthless being that you are a divinity; a detiy amongst purposeless nobodies that serve as nothing more than your stepping stone. But he believes you are merciful.

⤷ After all, if you had not been so graciously charitable, you’d have no associated with a low-life such as himself. Much less, willingly put yourself in a relationship with him.

⤷ It’s a blissful thought; to think that he could mean something to someone. To have some sort of negligible value.

⤷ But it’s one that he cannot take to heart. His worth lies on whether or not he can serve you—his darling deity—to the best of his lousy ability. He’ll happily dedicate his life to you.

⤷ Far-too-gone in the abyss of infatuation, Nagito finds himself unable to properly comprehend how someone so ethereal—someone so celestial—couldn’t see their blinding eminence.

⤷ He genuinely believed the notion of insecurity was foreign to you; a vulnerability that the emobodiment of all that is heavenly shouldn’t identify with. And yet he is forced to acknowledge that his lover—his one true hope—is unbearably familiar with such a plagued enigma.

⤷ Your sporadic hues narrowing at those who meet eyes with Nagito. The common practice of smiles directed towards strangers irked you; they were smiling at Nagito. Was he familiar with them? How was their smile comparable to yours? Could it rival yours, the one he claimed to encapsulate his heart?

⤷ An inkling of doubt resided within you whenever another was involved with your boyfriend. You understood full-well how much he loved you, but love is as empowering as it is contagious.

⤷ You know that these fears are nothing more than that; a drop of blood in which dirties the pure waters of reassurance. You’re aware your reactions are exaggerated, a carciture in comparison to the situation. But then why did he bother to smile back?

⤷ The thought resides within the back of your consciousness as you ponder over it. Certainly, it was no big deal. But why did it spur such an ache within your heart? Why do you feel the insuppressible urge to vacate the vicinity right within that moment?

⤷ It hurt to think. A torment so grand at the miniscule possibility that-that mutual exchange of smiles meant something more. Was it possible for Nagito—who pledges full allegiance with you as his faultless god—to fall through the clutches of your claim?

⤷ He devoted himself to you, that much you were sure of. Upon your first true meeting, he terrified you to your very core. You insisted that there was something wrong with him; something sickeningly distorted within his fogged mind of fixation.

⤷ But over time, after the relentless admissions that he wants nothing more than to serve you; worship you; love you; you’d eased into his proclomations. His depravity, albeit sinister and channeled with great fault, was out of his love for you; his pure loyalty and devotion.

⤷ So why had you continued to doubt him? He told you himself, didn’t he? He loves you more than anyone else could, more than anyone else could ever be capable of. And despite this, he still admits to viewing himself as mere scum, unworthy of your love but whose purpose is to worship and hail you.

⤷ Could it be that he’d ever seek out someone he’d believe himself to be worthy of association? Would he truly leave you for someone he deemed, too, as lowly as him?

⤷ Your thoughts have riddled themself until there’s a gaping hole within your heart—a cavity that’s sunk itself deep within the caverns of your gravitated love—and within his home that you two enter, hand-in-hand, you allow your visage to crack.

⤷ One sob after another, your knees give out from beneath you, harshly meeting with the wooden floorboards.

⤷ The sound startling Nagito as he turns to you with concern evident within the stitch of his brows. Instantaneously, he drops to where you were seated on the floor, weeping away as sobs scratched your throat raw.

⤷ “My love, what’s wrong?” He questions. His heart thumping within his ears as he cradles you, swaying your bodies ever-so-slowly in order to soothe you. Thus your crying turned erratic as you clutched against the fabric of his jacket.

⤷ He holds you so gently, he embraces you with such a warmth pooling from his heart. Did you really have any right to doubt him?

⤷ Yet it spurs such pain as the flashing of his reciprocated smile loops within your mind. Over and over, eating away at your self-restraint as you blubber; Did that smile mean anything?

⤷ He pauses, attempting to register your words. But they’re far too vague for him to properly process, and he pulls away from the embrace to face you with a perplexed countenance.

⤷ “Y-You smiled at that one person a-and—and...I just felt—“ Before you could continue, a sob escaped between your quivering lips. Your throat ripped dry as you began to question why you were crying so hard.

⤷ But before you could continue, Nagito pulled away from the embrace completely. Unfortunately, putting the worst possible conclusion within your mind as your break down was amplified.

⤷ Why did he move away? Why, why, why, why, why? Is this it? Have you finally wrung out your time with him? Is it finally over?

⤷ Though your momentary doubt was put to a halt as Nagito presses his hands against his chest, gesturing towards himself, frantically.

⤷ His eyes dilated with depravity interlaced by the seams of desperation. His lips curled into a crooked grin as his breathing came out in sporadic huffs.

⤷ “No, no, no, no, no! My beloved hope, this is just a misunderstanding.” He confesses. His hands visibly shaking as he seems to tremble from the possibility that his darling deity would ever be put under such pain from his incompetence to outwardly convey his true, unhindered love.

⤷ “I’m merely scum beneath the soles of your shoes, I’ve caused this minsinterpretation due to my ignorance. I shouldn’t even weild the right to say, my beloved, please forgive me.” He rambled. With each word, his breathing was becoming more prominent to you. It’s heavy; panicked; furious.

⤷ “I promise to you, I am solely yours. Your stepping stone towards renouncing the world of its despair. Your follower even through the flames of societial Hell. I am yours, and only yours.” His hand move to grab a hold of yours, but he quickly shrinks back in disgust at his audaciousness. How dare he grab at the hands of such divinity?

⤷ And thus, he reels his hands back and clutches his throat. His nails digging into the supple skin as he releases a breathy chuckle. His eyes blown open with a sheen of insanity, you find yourself thrust into the fear you’d experience upon first meeting him; when his luck had been particularly bad that day, and you caught him situation outside your bedroom window.

⤷ His erratic, turbulent temper terrified you. The way he dug his fingers further into his throat, clawing at the skin until the salmon-tinted lines began to trickle with deep, crimson. His pale skin stained with his own blood as he kept tearing at his throat.

⤷ “I deserve the worst of punishments for enforcing such despair upon you! Being killed within a millenial of lifetimes could never be enough to repent for the sins that the trash that I am has committed!” He shouts. You gasp, fearing for his wellbeing as he continuously attempts to pry the skin of his throat open; an inevitable suicide if he continued.

⤷ “Stop! Nagito, stop!” You scream, tears blurrying your vision considerably. Yet as his figure turned to abtract forms of color, you could still make out the sickeningly red blobs. He was bleeding, he was bleeding so much.

⤷ Prying his blood-stained hands from his throat that—if he’d continued—would’ve been torn to shreds. Your breathing loud and hiccuped, whilst his is mellow and nearly inaudible. It must hurt to breathe.

⤷ “Why? Why, why, why, why?!” You question, fear woven into your eyes as you tighten your grip on his wrists for reassurance; the assurance that he won’t proceed to try and kill himself.

⤷ He smiled, though as he attempted to speak, he coughed up remanence of what he’d inflicted; blood mixed with his saliva as he attempted to regulate his breathing.

⤷ He needed to go to a hospital and he needs to go now. But as you attempted to carry him to the front door, your phone in hand dialing an ambulance, Nagito presses his thumb against the end call button.

⤷ You face him with a panicked and agitataed expression. Is he truly hellbent on dying? All because of the conveyance of your insecurities?

⤷ “Don’t...Can’t.” He voices. Though it’s so hoarse and mangled that you could barely understand his words. But with a bit of thinking, you find yourself deducing a reason behind his rejection of professional aid.

⤷ Even if you got him to a hospital, you’d inevitably have to explain what’d occurred. And informing them of his attempted suicide would surely have him hospitalized for much longer or even transfered to a clinic. Nagito always told you that any moment spent without you is the eye of true despair.

⤷ Why had you doubted him? Why couldn’t you suppress yourself? His pain, his injury, it was all your fault. You know he devoted himself to you and through extremes such as this.

⤷ You flung his arm over your shoulder, carefully treading towards the living room as you set him down upon the couch, ready to fetch the first-aid kit.

⤷ You can fix this. You can make up for your mistakes, and help him. This is your fault, all your fault! But you can still fix it, right? You can still make it right, yeah? It’ll be okay. It’ll be okay. It’ll all be okay.

⤷ As you laid him down on the coach, his throat now barely trickling as he winces from the pain, he gazes up at you with such sincerity you find yourself in tears once again. “I love you, and I would happily die for you. I’m sorry for what my worthless self has caused you.”

⤷ His words force you into a state of fear. How could he speak of his death so easily? It unnerved you, yet you consistently reminded yourself that he wouldn’t die. The wounds are shallow, thankfully. He would live.

⤷ But that doesn’t alleviate the guilt as you choke back a sob, pressing a fleeting kiss to his lips before pulling away. The tears from your eyes cascading and rolling onto his cheek, a now painful intimacy. Never agin would you allow yourself to succumb to the clutches of your insecurity. “I love you too. And I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

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