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milkywaydrabbles · 8 months

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16 with Alucard please and thank you!

A/N: I used the game ref for his height bc you got me all the way fucked up if you think I'm listening to Netflix when they say he's shorter than Trevor PLEASE be so serious. Alucard is 6'3" here, enjoy the fic MWUAH

CW: Manhandling, pet names, size kink

Size Difference x Alucard

“Adrian, can you help me grab something on the top shelf please?” You whined and huffed, pointing to the offensive item in the kitchen pantry. Your husband breathed out a laugh, reaching up to assist you. “Anything else you need while I’m up here, princess?” He teased, waiting for an answer. “Actually, yeah, that stuff while you’re at it!”

“Why didn’t you ask for help to hang that, love?” Alucard questioned seeing you on a chair tiptoeing up to put up some homey decorations. “I can do it!” you strained, finally, finally placing the decor up on the hook. Alucard simply rolled his eyes with a smile, letting you be independent.

It was always like this--you would either get too frustrated trying to get something too high up for you and called Alucard over, or he would find you in compromising positions trying to reach if he wasn’t around. And honestly, he loved seeing you struggle just a little bit. You were just so small--Alucard standing nearly a foot higher in height he towered over you. He didn’t bring it up much, he knew how much you hated being reminded how tiny and ‘frail’ you were in comparison to him. But he just..couldn’t help staring sometimes. How he had perfect view of down your shirt, seeing your tits so snug. The way you looked up at him so innocent, though all he could think of was how you would look with his cock stuffed in your mouth. How, when you were feeling particularly needy, you had to reach up on your toes to give him a kiss if he pulled back too far, whining while doing so. He just loved the difference.

He’s usually great at suppressing his urges, initiating when you seemed restless, or letting you do so. But tonight? You walked out wearing one of his pajama shirts that completely engulfed your body. Alucard already wore loose fitting clothing to bed, so the way his shirt swung lower like a dress, but not quite long enough to cover your ass, only covered by a pair of your underwear had him reeling. You, of course, thought nothing of it, simply getting ready for bed as you always do. “Sweetheart, are you wearing my shirt?” He breathed out, mesmerized how your ass peaked out with each step you took. “Oh, yeah, I hope you don’t mind.” You gave him a smile, crawling into bed with him. He said nothing, waiting for you to get situated before moving to grab your face and bring it close to his own. “Of course I don’t mind, beautiful.” His lips were on you after that, mindful of the fangs as he nipped and suckled your lower lip. You gasped, Alucard gaining access to your mouth and slipping his tongue in freely. It didn’t take long for the kiss to become heated, Alucard climbing on top of you before pulling away--looming over you. “Look at you, so small underneath me...imagine how easy it is for me to break you.” He looked like a wild animal above you, eyeing you up like prey. This only turned you on, feeling the dampness collecting in your underwear. Big doe eyes looked up at him in anticipation, as his hands moved to push up his sleep shirt from your body. “So small, so easy to throw around, you need me to protect you don’t you darling?” He didn’t mean it, you both knew he didn’t. You were so capable of protecting yourself, one of the reasons he fell in love with you was for your determination and strength, but he couldn’t help himself. He needed to hear you say it.

You nodded, finding your voice, shaky “Yes, Adrian..I need you to protect me, you’re so strong.” God it sounded good coming out of your mouth. Alucard practically tore the shirt off you, keeping you in just your underwear. His mouth latched onto your nipple, teeth scraping down your skin and swirling his tongue around the hardening bud before moving to the other. You whimpered above him, bucking your hips up into nothing. Large hands pushed your hips down, Alucard growling. “Patience, sweetheart, I’ll give you what you want.” He promised, leaning back and seeing how his hands engulfed your tummy. He grew feral, tossing his shirt off to the side and pulling his rock hard cock out of his pants, not bothering to take them off fully. He didn’t have the patience to be off you, even if he just asked for it. He lifted your legs around his waist, slapping his cock onto your pussy before laying down on your stomach. “You see that, princess? See how deep I’ll be in you?” You whimpered, looking down at the sheer girth and size of your husband’s dick. It always feels like you’re splitting apart at the seams, but seeing the size difference between the two of you in this life has you clenching your dripping hole. “P-please Adrian, I want it, I need it.” You babbled, trying your best to grind on him to no avail.

“Sweetheart, I need to prep you, I’ll break you in half if I don’t.” He was teasing you, smirk plastered on his face. Two long fingers prodded at your entrance, pushing in with ease. You moaned, sloppy pussy sucking in his fingers. “Look at how greedy you are, love. You just can’t get enough of my long fingers.” Alucard scissored his fingers in you, stretching you out you writhed underneath him. “‘M ready Adrian, please, please I’m ready!” He couldn’t argue with how pretty you begged. Alucard sucked on his fingers after being in your cunt with a moan. “I’m going to need to taste you later.” He mumbled before pushing his thick cock in you to the hilt, pressing his hips into yours. “Do you feel me, sweetheart? You feel how deep I am?” He couldn’t stop thinking of the size difference, pressing a hand on your stomach. You gasped, tightening around him. “I’m all the way up here, beautiful. So fucking deep in you.” He growled out, fucking into you at a brutal pace. He pressed down on your stomach still, feeling the bulge expand and shrink with each thrust of his dick. Tears streamed down your face as you spoke nonsense, sentences slurred. You were completely cockdrunk, can only think about Alucard above you, how much bigger than you he was, how full he made you feel. His cock pounded into your swollen pussy, creamy ring forming around the base as he stuffed you, relentless.

“Gonna keep you under me for hours, sweetheart. Can’t let you go.” And he would make good on that promise.

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filmbyjy · 2 years

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ni-ki – bad boys

— bad boys main masterlist

pairing: nishimura riki x fem!reader

summary: everyone thought ni-ki's life was all rainbows and unicorns but it wasn't. he was constantly bullied by some boys and he had a pretty shit dad. what happens when you stepped in and came in to ni-ki's life?

warning: just ni-ki's family being pretty shitty (not in real life obviously), bullies being shit heads to riki :( mostly fluff but there is slight angst on one part. overall, it's a tamed fanfic.

no.of words: 4.3K words

taglist: @nyfwyeonjun @ncityy04 @cutiejseong @minkyeos @madebyreyy (@onyourecha) @yuakagi @hoonstrology @luvrjn @kawaiisharkcopjudge @missmadwoman @aerinaga @jiwlys @wtfhyuck @astrosmistisa @woniesbakery @purplepuppychild

NOTE: so idk what the shit is bisco's gender. previously i wrote him as a girl because ni-ki never mentioned it but now that he mentioned it, i changed it to a boy. then again, ni-ki still has zero idea if it's a girl or boy. i just went with what he officially stated, a boy.

dance prodigy, a happy child who was born in a pretty rich family. These were titles riki grew up with but he wasn’t happy. Yes, his family was rich but it wasn’t a close one. a soon to be broken family, one last crack and he could kiss his family tree goodbye. At the age of 10, riki was a very shy and quiet child. He was also very frail, skinny and many people thought he wasn’t fed right. He used to get bullied all the time and since he wasn’t great at fighting, he could only scream at them to go away.

Never worked once. Obviously, you’d notice riki. He was the only child who screamed out loud during recess. you never liked bullies so you decided to help him out.

“I’ll tell the teachers.” you say as you placed your tiny hands on your waist, giving a confident stance. The bullies laughed.

“That’s so scary. The teachers don’t scare us.” you rolled your eyes at their words and just grabbed their soccer ball.

“See this?” you point to their soccer ball before pressing on it hard and it deflates, “that will be your head if you don’t get out of here.” their eyes widened, they were cowered in fear. that would teach them to mess with you.

“run along now.” you smirked. They left the place and you turned to riki, he too was terrified. I mean who wouldn’t be if someone threatened to deflate their head like a soccer ball. “hey, don’t worry. I won’t hurt you.” you held out your hand and riki hesitantly takes it.

A start to blooming friendship between you and boy.

At age 13, both you and riki were sitting under the night sky, basking in the pretty sight. He turned to look at you, you were peacefully looking at the stars and the bright crescent moon. He felt his heart flutter, you certainly looked beautiful and it’s the fact that you were looking at the sky with such curiosity, melted riki.

“hey.” riki voices out. You hummed and turned to him. “Remember when we first met when we were 10?” you snort.

“Those bullies again? please, I genuinely think they’re still scared of me.” riki laughs.

“How did you even deflate the ball.”

“easy, sewing needles.” you smiled.

“But it’s hard to poke through.”

“with a lot of force, i’m sure anything is possible riki.” riki felt his heart rate increase. He shouldn’t, you were his best friend. Nothing more. He smiles at you.

About a week later, you were waiting for riki at the playground near his house. He was taking a little too long and so you decided to walk up to his house since you’ve been there once. Riki didn’t exactly allow you to visit his house a bunch and you wondered why. He usually made excuses that his parents were home and so he just didn’t want to make them mad by bringing friends over. You just accepted it and moved on from it but now you were standing outside his door.

You could hear crashing of things all over the place, glass breaking, screaming and yelling, mumbled voices that seem to slur some curse words out loud. It terrified you thinking about riki’s safety. Speaking of which, you stepped back and you realised the boy had walked out of the front door. He doesn’t notice your presence just yet and when he does, his eyes widen.

“(name)?”

“riki. Are you okay? What’s with that ruckus in your house.” you say.

“I’m fine. Didn’t i tell you to wait at the playground?”

“You were taking longer than expected, i was worried.”

“I told you to just wait. Is it too much to ask?” riki says as he rolls his eyes.

“Like i said riki, i was fucking concerned. If you don’t care about my concerns for you then fuck i’ll just i leave i guess.”

“Yeah, you should.” riki says. You turned back to him.

“wow, can’t believe you’re such a bitch.”

“can’t believe you’re my best friend.” riki says.

“wow, alright. I guess i’ll just leave forever. you and i are done.”

“you and i have always been done, kang (name).” riki says. you felt tears prick your eyes, you were sure your tears were about fall since your eyes were glossy.

“fuck you, nishimura riki.” you say for the last time before walking away.

Now the sweet numbers of 16. your birthday had passed earlier this week and you didn’t celebrate it with anyone. You used to spend it with riki but…you two were now practical strangers. Your grandparents did celebrate it but it wasn’t those grand parties, they simply cooked you food and wished you a happy birthday. It was perfect of course since you loved them.

“I’ll go now, bye grandma.” you gave her a peck on the cheek and left the house. It’s been 3 years walking to school alone without riki. You missed him but you knew that friendship was now destroyed. It was time you moved on from him.

Honestly, it sounded like you and riki were dating but obviously you weren’t. Feelings were definitely evident in that friendship but the both of you were too young and afraid to make a move. You were still young and you knew. You made it to school, you were sort of a popular girl. Many girls looked up to you because you were pretty and kind but you were humble.

“(name), here you go.” a boy hands you a rose. You shook your head.

“no, it’s okay. hand these over to someone who deserves it more, i don’t deserve you.” you say. The boy nods. You gave him a warm smile and left for your locker, which happens to be next to riki. You’ve never bumped into him once after that fight, though you secretly wished to.

“so my dear best friend. how are you holding up? still not over your dear riki yet?” sarah nudges your shoulder. you rolled your eyes. (oooo wonder who sarah will be and which member will be next after riki)

“you’ve been pestering me since last year, sarah. you know my answers to that.” you say. sarah sighs.

“I’m sorry, i’ll treat you to ice cream later since i reminded you of him again.”

“yeah, alright. It’s the very least you could do for me.” you say. You grabbed your textbook and pencil case before shoving your bag into the locker and closing it shut.

“Oh come on, my dear (name). I’m joking. You know it.” you playfully roll your eyes.

“Hmm, remind me why you’re my best friend.”

“Oh come on, (name).” sarah whines. you laughed.

“I’m kidding, let’s go.”

You must be wondering why you’ve never once bumped into riki in the hallways. Well, he avoids you. He knows you’re still mad at him and he’s afraid to even approach you.

“yo ni-ki, you can do better than this.” jake says.

“hyung, it’s not simple.” riki says as he aims the pistol over at the practice target.

“she’s your friend.”

“was my friend. I fucked up.”

“How bad could you fuck up a friendship. Besides, she should understand from your point of view that you have a shitty dad and shitty life.”

“That’s the thing! I didn’t tell her about my past life. The truth.” jake places the gun down.

“Why?” he asks curiously.

“I was afraid she’d be terrified of me. Make fun of me.”

“Now, ni-ki, who in their right minds would make fun of you for having an abusive and constant drunk dad?”

“I was afraid of giving her the wrong impression. she already helped me with some bullies when i was younger. I didn’t want her to keep protecting me!”

“And why? What’s wrong of her protecting you.”

“I’m not a child, i-i.” riki holds back himself, embarrassed about what he wants to say.

“You what ni-ki.” jake says.

“I want to be the one protecting her.”

Class ends, you were walking over to your locker again and there you saw riki. He was taller, his hair was black, was that an undercut? Either way, he definitely looked different. you stopped in your tracks. It seems like riki felt a gaze on him so he turns to look over. Both of your eyes met, it felt like the world stopped for the both of you. Your heart rate increases quickly by the second.

“(name), let’s go get some lunch. I’m hungry.” you turned to sarah.

“yeah, let’s go.” you glanced over at riki and he was still looking over at you.

“ni-ki? hello?? We are asking you if you want food. jay hyung and sunghoon hyung are going to sneak out of school to grab something from mcdonald’s.” sunoo says.

“huh?” riki turns to the older boy. sunoo sighs.

“It was her, wasn’t it?” sunoo asks. riki looks down. He feels a pat on his back.

“hey, riki. It’s okay, she’ll come around to you eventually.” jay says.

“yeah, you just have to be confident and apologise to her.” heeseung says.

“will she even forgive me.” riki says.

“A true friend would forgive you even if you’ve done something very wrong. Yes, they will feel betrayed but over time, they will learn to forgive you.” jake says.

“wise words from an asshole who is about to break an innocent girl’s heart.” heeseung smirks.

“Oh fuck off, hyung.” jake says.

“woah, can’t believe i finally got to see your ex best friend. he’s handsome.” sarah says.

“not another word from you about riki.” you warn her.

“Oh come on, is it because you have a crush on him?” you didn’t say anything. “shut up, you actually like him??”

“I’m not going to entertain you right now. Didn’t you say you were hungry?”

“hunger can wait. I need to know what you actually feel about riki.”

“sarah please, not right now.” you say.

“fine, but i’m going to continue to milk the info out of you non-stop.” sarah says.

School ends pretty quickly and so you and sarah went to the ice cream parlor since she did owe you ice cream. Just as you enter, you surprisingly feel something. A coincidence that you saw riki here.

“The universe really hates me today.” you mumbled. Sarah turns to look at your direction.

“Oh damn, 7 hot boys at one table.” sarah fans herself. You turned to look at her. “Oh sorry, 6 boys, riki is for you.”

“fuck off.” you slapped her shoulder. She giggles.

“alright i’ll go buy your damn ice cream and then we can go to your house.”

“Thank you sarah.” you smiled. you didn’t want to exactly stand here when riki was right there so you decided to wait outside. However…

“(name) wait.” a familiar voice says as he grabs onto your wrist, preventing you from moving.

“riki could you please let go.” you say, not wanting to turn around. You knew you’d break down if you saw right into his eyes.

“can we at least talk?”

“what is there to talk about. you were the one who wanted to end the friendship.”

“(name) please.” you looked back at riki. everyone’s eyes were on the both of you.

“This is looking a lot like they had a bad breakup.” jake whispers to the other boys. The other boys just agreed.

“fine, let’s go.” you dragged riki to somewhere else. At that time, you thought the alleyway was an okay place to possibly a safe place to have a convo. Clearly, you thought wrong.

“what is it?”

“(name) i-”

Someone comes around the corner holding a gun in his hand, your eyes widened. riki turns around and he hides you behind him. you notice his friends ganging up behind the guy before they knock him out with a whack to the head. you yelp and hide behind riki completely.

“hey, we have to run. I called the cops and you know we aren’t exactly the best people.” one of his friends say. riki turns to look back at you.

“I’m sorry. We’ll talk another time.” riki runs away with his friends. You were left there, shaken up. The cops arrived and so you had to tell them what happened, well you didn’t mention the fact the guy got knocked out by riki’s friends. they thanked you and so you left with sarah to your home.

“Are you okay? No bullets or injuries?” sarah worriedly inspects you.

“I’m fine. Just traumatised. It’s not everyday you get held at gunpoint.”

“Here.” she hands you your ice cream and you thanked her.

riki falls onto his bed. after that incident with his family 3 years back, he moved in with heeseung. riki didn’t want to live with his family, not when he couldn’t stand his dad’s behaviour.

“hey look, we’re sorry you couldn’t talk to your girl and clarify what happened.” jay says. riki glares at jay.

“hyung, we are just friends.”

“Used to be.” sunoo adds.

“wow thank you hyung, i totally didn’t know that me and her used to be friends.” riki sarcastically says.

“Alright there, mr.grumpy pants. We’ll make it up to you.” sunghoon says.

“And how?”

The sounds of your voice muffled by the tape across your lips. a potato sack over your head, you were trying to wiggle out of your tied hands. Riki’s jaw drops.

“hyung, i asked you how. NOT KIDNAP HER!”

“hey, this is the only thing we’re great at. We are the ‘bad guys’ after all.” sunghoon says.

“jungwon hyung, how could you let this slide? Aren’t you the leader.” riki whines.

“I did but hyung kept pulling the ‘im older’ card and i couldn’t do anything about it.” jungwon huffs.

“well, she’s here now. Talk to her. We’ll give you two some space.” heeseung says before pushing the other 5 boys out of the room. Riki huffs, this was going to be extra hard to please you.

The potato sack was pulled off your head and you first noticed riki.

“hMH mHM, mmMM MhMHh mHM.” you tried to say.

“sorry.” he carefully peels the duct tape off your lips.

“RIKI WHAT THE FUCK.” riki cringes at your yelling.

“sorry about this. this was my friend’s idea for making up for me. I just didn’t expect him to literally just kidnap you.”

“well, he did.”

“I’m really sorry for that. I’m also really sorry for what i did back then. I just was too stressed over my family, my dad.”

“why didn’t you tell me your family was like this.” you say.

“I just was too afraid you’d make fun of me and plus you’ve been protecting me for 3 years back then. I wanted to be the one who protected you for a change.” the words just roll of riki’s tongue so easily and he didn’t even realise he said it. you blushed, “hey. why are you blushing?” riki looks at you.

“N-nothing.” you mentally cursed yourself for letting your heart flutter and for letting riki see you blushing. “b-but i’m still mad at you!” you glared at riki.

“I know and i’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you.” riki says. You sighed. “So? Friends?” riki asks.

“It’s not going to be easy to win me back, idiot.” you say.

“Again, i know and i’ll do anything for you.” riki enthusiastically says. He was like an energetic little puppy. Except he’s 6 feet tall and perhaps he’s gotten a tad bit stronger.

“Anything huh.” he nods. “alright, then cut the ropes and sneak me back into my house. It’s fucking 1am and my grandparents will freak out if they find out i’m gone.”

“right!” riki grabs his pocket knife and sliced the rope open. you could finally feel your wrists. Right on queue, his friends walked in. jay slaps sunghoon’s back.

“Apologise.” jay tells sunghoon. sunghoon scratches the back of his head.

“umm, look. I’m sorry for kidnapping you, i didn’t think it through i guess.” jay smacks the back of sunghoon’s head. “ow, fine. I’m truly sorry. I didn’t think it through properly and should have listened to my other friends about it.”

“hyungs, i know you’re not the one who did it but you guys didn’t even try to stop him, so apologise to her too.” riki folds his arms.

“riki, it’s okay. just get me home.” you say.

“okay.” the both of you leave but not before riki throws a glare at the others. you made it over to the garage.

“so why aren’t any of them following us?”

“I’m driving.” he swings his keys and hands you a helmet. your eyes widen.

“riki, this is-”

“Illegal? well, unfortunately that’s how i live (name).” riki says. you hesitantly got on the bike. “hold on tight.” riki clicks on the remote for the garage door and drives off. You yelped, it was fast. Too fast for your liking but you felt the adrenaline rushing in. you hesitantly let riki go. The cold wind blowing your hair, you liked this, it was fun. However, all great things had to come to an end.

“We’re here.”

“You still remember my address.”

“sure, it’s been so long (name) but i’m your best friend. why wouldn’t i know where you live?”

“I don’t know. I thought after all those years, you’d forget about me. Besides, you’ve turned into…whatever this is.” you say. riki chuckles.

“well, i quite like my new look. it’s something different.” he smiles.

“It certainly makes you look different, you don’t even look 16.”

“I’m turning 17 soon, what’s the bad thing?” he smirks. you rolled your eyes.

“You can leave, i’ll sneak back into my room through the bedroom window.” you say. you were about to leave when riki holds onto your wrist.

“are we okay now? i just miss you…and us.” riki says. you were blushing but thank god it was dark out.

“Like i said before.” you smirked, “you’re going to have to earn it.” you smiled and left after. Riki’s heart races, god he truly was in love with you.

The next week, you were opening up your locker when someone runs past you, making you topple over your books. you glared at the person who runs past you and just sighed. you picked up the books of the ground. last week wasn’t all that great, your sister was practically loosing it and you wanted to help her. You knew you had to blame your parents for it. you felt bad. she promised she would call that night but never did, now she isn’t around, she quite literally disappeared.

riki wasn’t even around too. you wondered why he just disappeared when he said he wanted to make things right between the both of you. You hoped what he said was true because you missed him too but judging by his disappearance, maybe it was a lie.

A hand stops in front to help grab the book from the ground. You looked up.

“riki?”

“Missed me.” he smiles. you playfully rolled your eyes.

“As if.” you say. he suddenly grabs you and drags you out of school.

“riki, what the fuck are you doing. we have school and my grandparents will kill me if i skip a day.”

“just follow me. I asked permission already.”

“you asked permission?? From my grandparents??” he nods, “THEY ALLOWED IT??”

“hey, i’m the nishimura riki. who would say no to me.”

“umm, me?”

“hmm, are you sure.” riki leans in. you backed up.

“Y-yes.”

“you’re blushing again. some people might think you like me or something.” he teases. This was your chance, you should tell him.

“riki i-”

“nishimura riki.” heeseung says.

“yes hyung?”

“we need to leave. now.”

“hyung, wait let me just talk to (name) first.”

“they already found out about our escape. it’s now or never, boss already said we have to go.”

“I can’t leave her hyung.”

“we’ll get her in a few months.”

“Hyung please.”

“I’m sorry riki.” heeseung grabs riki’s arm and drags him away. you were left there confused and well sort of heartbroken.

> riki: i’m so sorry, we’ll see each other again. I promise

You feared that the message was just a lie and you’d never see riki ever again.

> you: can i trust you?

you typed in.

> riki: (name), please. I’ll come after you. once we’re settled in, i promise i’ll come back.

> you: okay

2 years later, you were finally 18, you were walking around in the playground that you and riki used to play in at 10 years old. You remember playing catch with him and him becoming your knight and shining armour whilst protecting you, the princess of the castle. Those were times. It’s been 2 years since riki last contacted you. It truly was a lie. You sat on the swing set. A small dog coming up to you and sniffing you.

“aww little one.” you lifted the puppy off the ground. “Are you lost? Where is your owner?” it barks and you felt someone standing in front of you. You looked at the person. Him.

“riki…”

“I told you i’d be back for you.” he says.

“It’s been 2 years and you didn’t even bother to talk to me.”

“my old phone got crushed on the mission so…i lost all contacts.”

“oh.”

“seems like bisco has found you.” you looked at the puppy.

“so your name is bisco? you are so adorable.” you gave it a small kiss. riki’s heart soars, what an adorable sight to see.

“let’s go.” riki says as he holds your hand.

“to where?”

“where i wanted to show you 2 years ago.” your heart races. both you and riki walked over to the place and once you made it there, riki clicks on a few buttons. It reveals a pretty rundown place.

“Still has the decorations that were here 2 years ago.” a secret area that was decorated nicely, a little of the plants grew a little making it a slightly overgrown.

“You did this?” he nods. You looked over to the balloons.

‘Be mine’

“riki, it’s beautiful. Thank you.” he smiles.

“thank god i didn’t buy any food 2 years ago. It would have rotted in here and it would’ve smelled of a dead body.”

“you didn’t kill anyone down here did you?”

“hey, i may be working with the other boys but i don’t kill people. That is the 02z hyungs job.”

“Oh yeah, how are they?”

“In australia, jay hyung and his girlfriend have not shut up and i can’t get any rest at night, they should really invest in soundproof walls. jungwon hyung recently moved in about a year ago with his girlfriend. The other boys have been doing their own stuff, sunoo hyung is kinda annoyed that he can’t move over just yet though. He thinks his parents are overcontrolling. Overall, all of us are adapting to the lifestyle. jake hyung was so excited to teach us all about australia when we first moved in.”

“That’s great.”

“will you come to australia with me?” riki asks.

“riki, you know i can’t.”

“what if i get your grandparent’s permission?”

“riki, they are my grandparents. what if something bad happens to them? I don’t want them to be alone.” riki nods.

“what if i buy a house for them next door and we live with them?”

“We?”

“kang (name), i’m in love with you.” riki confesses.

“You love me?”

“since 11. I never thought at the age of 10 i’d be falling for you but clearly i was wrong. I love you and want to be with you forever.”

“riki..” you noticed a little rustling behind riki. “riki, i think someone is here.” you whispered. riki turns around, pushing you behind him. The rustling stops and the person pops out but turns out..

“bisco.” riki scolds him. The puppy whimpers. he goes to pick him up. “you scared your mom, you idiot.”

“m-mom??”

“Yeah, you’re bisco’s mom from now on.”

“I didn’t agree to be your girlfriend.”

“Even if you didn’t agree…i would’ve guessed it already.” he walks towards you. “you.” he holds your hands, “like me.” he pecks your forehead. you blushed.

“so what do you say? move in with me and your grandparents to australia?”

“yes.”

“AND OKAYAMATHUNDER WON THE RACE!!!” the crowd cheers for him. riki takes off his helmet and ruffles his hair, waving to everyone. the boys go over to pat his back. you went over to riki and he smiles.

“great job bub.” you say. riki kisses the tip of your nose.

“thank you, couldn’t have done it without you.” you playfully rolled your eyes.

“so how much did you win?” jake nudges riki’s shoulder.

[back at home]

“2 MILLION DOLLARS??? Holy shit.” jay says, looking over at the pile of cash on the ground of the mansion.

“Hey, jay. Maybe you should work harder. You were better than this before becoming a total simp for your wife.” heeseung jokes. Jay flips him off.

“yejun unnie, you feeling good?” you asked your older sister, noticing how she was swaying a little and not able to stand properly.

“yeah, just a little sick. nothing too bad.” yejun gags. Her eyes widened.

“Oh god, jay! What did you do to my sister!” you held yejun up.

“Oooooo hyung didn’t use protection.” jungwon says. jay blushes.

“w-we did.”

“Tell that to the possible baby in yejun’s tummy!” you say.

“Oh and the fact that both me and (name) can’t sleep at night.” riki says.

“alright! I’ll bring her to our room and settle this.” jay holds yejun’s hands and brings her over to their bedroom.

“GET HER A PREGNANCY TEST!” heeseung yells. Jay groans out loud and that leaves the rest of you laughing at him.

And that was the end of yours and riki’s story but remember sarah? your best friend? well, let’s dive deeper into her story, wonder which enhypen boy will she be paired with

#riki’s chapter was actually my fav because it features bisco☺️#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen imagine #enhypen fluff #enhypen angst #ni-ki #ni-ki imagines #ni-ki imagine #nishimura riki #riki imagines #riki fluff #enhypen x reader #enhypen x reader imagines #enhypen x you #ni ki fanfic #ni ki x reader #ni ki enhypen #the mafia series

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2smolbeans · 1 year

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Soft Rabbits...Aren't they adorable?

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Tw.⚠️: High depictions of animal abuse, sadism, abuse, belittling, cruelty, and torture.

Note:

The yandere in question is female, the reader's gender is up to your interpretation.

Prompt: She wants something from you, something that could change your life for the better as she sees it. But you're being incompliant... However, she's willing to break you into compliance.

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She liked to watch the rabbits faint. The way they shivered when she got close to their confined cages never failed to give her addicting adrenaline.

So what makes you think that she'll feel any different from a small little thing like you?

You're so brainless, delicate, so easy to break, and freakishly paranoid over any little thing-- just like the small animals she had once cared for. It was ironic that you took her as a sweet bumble bee who was nurturing toward those around her. How could you have known better? She was so warm, friendly, and bubbly around you, that you couldn't help but feel butterflies in your stomach whenever she was around.

But look at where you are now, tied up and begging for her to stop. The sight of your ugly crying face got her hot and bothered as she picked up another frail bunny by the ears, holding a blood-coated knife with her free hand. It was young, so tiny, you felt the bile in your stomach begin to rise as you knew what was coming next.

You continued to sob as the dead carcasses of the previous innocent lives surrounded your chair. Many of them touched your feet as their fear-filled lifeless eyes stared into your own. The puddles of once-warm blood, now pooling endlessly. She spoke casually and almost enthusiastically annoyed as she played with the kitchen knife in her hand.

"All of this is your fault. They could've lived if you weren't stupidly incompetent."

" What number are we at? 5, 10, 20? They all go by so quickly - I just kind of forget!"

"But it doesn't matter, I could always get more. So don't you ever worry about me running out"

"So answer me. PROPERLY. And maybe this fluffy baby can live - unlike the others that you killed."

"Do you understand? Or do you need me to explain that again to you like a child?"

You couldn't even respond as you only nodded vigorously, shaking as you heard the small scared chippers from the bunny. She scowled as she got closer to you, the bunny squirming vigorously as her grip tightened painfully. She then asked that same question again. That very same question that you couldn't and didn't want to answer because of the lingering consequences that would ruin the rest of your life if you ever did. You begged her- please- PLEASE- Anything else, you'd do anything, just not that - but she took it as a faulty answer to her question.

Unpleased and annoyed, she placed the bunny merely inches away from your face. The squeaking got louder, the knife got closer, and it started screaming as she slowly pressed and dragged the knife against its neck. She made sure that it would last long. You screamed as you begged, not again - NOT AGAIN - But it fell dead on ears as you felt the blood dripping on your thighs. She licked her lips at your displeasure, at your desperateness, your empathy for the bunny being tortured.

For what seemed like forever, finally, she slit its throat, ending its unjustified torture. The blood splattered against your face as the wet noise of the knife slicing through its skin echoed across the room. The bunny went limp, and you only watched in horror as she was about to drop it on the ground to join the rest of the others. But no, she changed her mind as she looked at your fearful eyes and decided that it would be best to stop. Putting the knife down while still holding the lifeless body, she placed the once-alive bunny on your lap.

Watching your eyes waver as you only stared, hysterically crying as you threw up in your mouth at the feeling of the dead weight and its bloody warmth lying on your lap. She didn't understand why you were so reactive and sensitive. It's only an animal after all. Sighing, she kicked a few dead rabbits that were in her way before kneeling in front of you. Her bloodied hand caressed your face as the wet blood stained your face.

"You know I love you, right? I'm only doing this because you're abundantly stupid and unfortunately, you can't think beyond simplicity. "

"Hey, look at me. Don't look at the vermin. Hey. Don't make me repeat myself.."

You couldn't focus, you were gonna pass out, and it was overwhelming. Your thoughts were blank as your chest only ached painfully.

"I SAID LOOK AT ME GODDAMNIT."

Startled, your eyes violently shifted towards her eyes as your lip quivered out of fear. She let out a small huff in annoyance as she continued to talk softly.

"There! Much better..."

"You're such a dog. You only listen to commands."

" I guess today was a failure. But you know what? That's okay. There's always going to be failures before anything gets done right."

Standing up, she grabbed a cloth near the sink and she began to wash her hands. Cleaning up what she could, she began to walk towards the door as she looked back at you. Smiling warmly, she opened the door as the moonlight slightly peeked its way into the dimly lit room.

"Well, it's getting late, I'll clean up tomorrow. I'm sure the chair is comfy, I'll see you when I wake up."

"Goodnight, honey~"

Shutting the door she left you there alone, in the cold, with the rabbits that lay dead around you along with the young bunny that rested peacefully deceased on your lap. All alone and broken in the shed.

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#yandere x reader #female yandere x reader #yandere prompt #yandere imagines #angst #gender neutral reader #I didn't edit anything asdanfjs--#sadistic yandere #female yandere

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anaschild1978 · 2 months

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I know I might be banned from here by the time I finish writing this , but I want to become skinny that people around me would become really worried , I want to be able to wear whatever I want , whenever I want to , I want to have fun going outside and live like a normal teen , I want to be tiny and frail and dainty , and easy to be carried , I want to look cute , I want to feel sexy when I wear my lacy underwear I wanna feel like a true girl , I look at the mirror and hate what I see , that I wanna break it to pieces , I just want for once to feel like it's fair for me to imagine myself Inside an intimate seen with my crush without feeling the guilt choking me , and without that voice in my head " you pig , do you really think he'd ever look at someone full of fat and cellulite " , I can't go out anymore, it's so painful , I'm ashamed of myself , and sorry for people who are obliged to look at my ugly face , and those round hideous cheeks .I hate the fact that I have sports at school every Wednesday, hearing whispers .. I hate that I hear and feel my fat thighs touching and slapping when I jump ...I hate my body , myself , my face and my life , and my therapist doesn't understand, no one does and I hate it , it's pathetic...

#ana trigger #to the bone #tw ana diary #tw ed diet #tw disordered eating #pro @na #tw restrictive ed #pro a4a #@anadiary

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lionydoorin · 10 months

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who ARE your blorbos? give us a rundown. describe your babies.

oh! :3 since i'm in my scream hyperfixation i'll give you a rundown of my no. 1 scream blorbo, anon :))))

first of all this 👇

little guy right here is tara carpenter.

tara's dealt with loneliness from a very young age.

canon-wise, there's not much we know about her childhood, so boo canon the scream mutuals got me covered. my personal view of tara's backstory is a mix of canon and fanon so i'll just break it down the best i can.

tara was born a frail, tiny baby, and had to deal with different medical issues throughout her childhood. her dad left when she was little, following the discovery that her older sister, sam (tara's favourite person), wasn't his daughter. and her mom wasn't the best mom. she drinks and travels too much to care about her daughters. sam also left when tara was 13 — when her parents got divorced and christina became the shittiest person in the universe, sam drowned in guilt and sadness over the knowledge that her entire life was built on a lie, and thought she was the one responsible for everything (even though we all know it's not her fault, but her mom's :3), and resorted to unhealthy coping mechanisms, such as alcohol and drugs, before making the ultimate decision to move out at 18. it's easy to see why tara has abandonment issues only by taking a look at her family situation :3

after her sister left, tara had to lean on her friends a lot for support and had to mature faster than most kids in order to survive. a friend, in particular, was very special to her: amber freeman. amber wasn't particularly the nicest person; she could be very controlling, sometimes a bit explosive. she knew how to play with people and manipulate every situation in her favour, and, above all, knew how to play her cards in order to have tara in her hands. amber was also obsessed with the "stab" franchise, which, surprise, is based on the crimes committed by sam's father and other killers who took over the title of ghostface. amber also became a ghostface herself, attacking tara and killing a bunch of people she knew.

and it's tara's attack that leads her sister back into her life, sam coming back five years after she left to make sure her sister was okay. together, they kill amber and the other ghostface (richie, who was sam's boyfriend at the time). a year later, richie's family also target sam and tara wanting revenge on their fallen son/sibling, resulting in more trauma and more death and more injuries :3

anyway, you can see how hard her life has been to this point.

of course, all of these events leave tara with a bunch of trauma to deal with. not only she survived the homoerotic teenage friendship with a psychopath, but she also had to deal with multiple murder attempts, which left their mark both physically and mentally.

amber's initial attack left her with two injuries that logically do hurt a lot and affect her in the long run: her right leg got snapped in half and she got stabbed in her left hand. of course, it's horror and permanent injuries in horror are almost never a thing as far as i'm aware of, but in this tag i ramble a lot (and came to a conclusion) about how tara's hand injury, in particular, should affect her in the long run and i personally hc her with such disabilities.

tara also struggles a lot with the thought of being a survivor. while she did get treated for her physical injuries, tara has been neglecting her own mental health. in fact, she has been for most of her life. it makes sense that her mom being who she is would never put tara in therapy and tara had to repress a whole lot of emotions for most of her life, but after being through everything she's been through, girly should probably see someone lmao still. the tara we know hates talking about everything that happened and just wants to be normal at all costs — putting herself in dangerous situations, having to resort to unhealthy coping mechanisms and making somewhat impulsive decisions to seek said normalcy.

after the second attack, she promised she'd try to get better, though. we'll see how it goes :)

all in all, she's my whump blorbo and i love her so much. it makes me so sad to see how part of the fandom hates on her and doesn't get why she is the way she is in 6. people are too harsh. she's a literal teenager who didn't have anyone that truly cared about her before her sister got back into her life, and of course she's feeling overwhelmed. it's not sam's fault, sam isn't overwhelming, but tara simply doesn't know how to be taken care of and it's a process. she's learning and she's maturing.

i love how the scream tumblr fandom gives tara so, so much love though. we're the only ones that get her, guys, everyone else's opinions are wrong :3

i was going to make it about tara and about amber but i started to ramble and the post is getting too big. i have a lot of thoughts about the crazy bitch that is amber freeman, though :)

#ask #anon #ough i may have gotten out of track i dunno i just rambled here but mom woke up so i'm chatting w her and am here at the same time #thank u for this tho anon love u mwah #tara carpenter #ma talks scream

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rat-dawg-ask-blog · 10 months

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"God, I'd like to see you try"

(Cutting it off because it's long af) (It WAS a tiny little ramble) (Clearly it escalated) (You have only yourself to thank for this)

A certain brand of myth penned in ancient Greece tells of mortals favored by the gods, despite their fallen state. It’s a favorite theme. Adonis, Perseus, Achilles. Ironically those humans were subject to more, not less suffering that those humans left to their own devices.

But these tales still hold a seduction, an allure. The idea of being loved, even looked upon by one that is flawless and powerful beyond your own comprehension - to feel your own fragility ringing through your flesh when cradled in the palm of one so eternally capable. To submit yourself to them, totally powerless in their hands. It’s a wine intoxicating enough to warrant any suffering.

It’s a wine I’ve tasted. My dearest, nothing done in your name could resonate as suffering to me. In the pit of the blackest violation, were I writhing in the very lowest circle of hell itself, I simply couldn’t find it in me to really suffer. Not if I endured it for you.

Mortals are fickle creatures, our attention drifting with the breeze, cramming all we can get our hands on into our brief, cheap little lives. We’re short-sighted, depraved, obscenely and shamelessly carnal. Filthy since the fall, our filthiness stretching on into eternity.

But I couldn't worship you like a mortal, darling. No, mortals are fleeting, ephemeral, evanescent. I’m all of these, I always will be; but for you my adoration is eternal and unchanging as god himself.

I will always be flawed, and fragile, and in the same way I will always adore you. It just can’t be rooted out of me.

Mortals are inherently delicate, to the point of being disinteresting. The gods don’t get attached to us for the same reason I don’t get attached to a butterfly, however beautiful it may be. I could devastate it with a breath.

Humans who play games on the fields of the gods never win. Some end up cleanly broken, as easily as a flower stem, in some immortal’s careless grip. Some fall casualty to heavenly crossfire. Like Zeus’s mistresses, cursed firstly by his lust and secondly by a jealous Hera. Countless more have ended up as famous examples of playthings for the divine. Cautionary tales.

My adoration of you is unconditional, take that as a challenge. Snap me, like a flower of flesh and bone and a little spirit burning like the pulsing flame of a candle. Snuff it out. Just watch, I’ll still adore you. Let me prove to you that I mean it. Another frail little human, see how they all cling with terror in their eyes to the one and only life they’ll be given.

But fear is mortal; my love for you is utterly divine. Take my life. I offer it with no fear, only a sweet sense of bliss, heavy as honey on my heart, at the thought that you might want it.

If you want me as a plaything, that’s what I am. Yours to toy with. Yours to break forever, if it suits your fancy. You know how easy it would be.

Keep me like a pet. Keep me in a glass cage, a pathetic and beautiful display. My undying devotion flaunted as a living demonstration of your glory. Make whatever you want out of me so long as I’m yours.

I belong on my knees before you in eternal worship. Christ, I need it like I need air. I need it the way that one burning to death needs to die. I’m suffocating for it.

It really would be easy. Maybe easier than you think - to break me, forever. You need only turn your gaze away. Withhold your heavenly hand. Even broken, my soul is yours to keep or cast away. Maybe you’re the sort to hang onto old broken things. Sentimentally.

#not my best #also not my worst

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henrike-does-writing-sometimes · 1 year

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In which Anruh asks the spirits for help

Word count: 591 Warnings: Violent intrusive thoughts | Allusion to mild gore Wip: Gammellunden Characters: Anruh (mentions of Ruben)

: Taglist - @vacantgodling @zonnemaagd :

Let me know if you want to be added/removed !

The room was without a roof, the evening sun shining down through birch, pine and wisteria yet to bloom. Its broken light fell on the stone floor like the shards of a mirror. The walls were peachy granite, engraved with runes and sigils were magic rested. Ivy ran up between the carving, and water fell down from ornate stone fountains. Gathering in the small pond lining the room.

Anruh walked down the small aisle, making her way to the smooth stone slate placed in the center of the room. Her unexpected appearance at the glade had quickly caught the spirits' attention. Most catching on to the strange aura surrounding her. Much different from what they were used to from the urroa.

Finally standing by the slate Anruh bowed her head and greeted the spirits, "God afton." before taking her seat on the slate. And once the magic was at its peak, once the spirits were all paying attention to her, Anruh spoke. "I… I've been facing some strange feelings as of late. Not the type I've come to you about before. These are, different. Way different. I'd even say they go against everything I've felt prior. I don’t have the words to describe them in a way that does them justice, but I’ll try.”

The magic fluttered around her. The spirits were listening, and encouraged her to continue. So she gathered every memory of those strange feelings, replicated them as best as she could.

“It’s… warm, almost like the first sun of spring,” Anruh shook her head. “Actually, it’s just like spring. Warm as her first sun, beautiful as her first bloom. It’s like the first song of her birds, but still so much more. It’s something I wish to protect, you could say. And I do not know what to do.”

It was a strange defeat to admit, much less to the spirits. But Anruh didn't trust anyone else. The spirits had heard of her unusually violent nature, had heard the distressed pleading from a young urroa after her first kill. Scared and unsure what was going on. Why she’d done it.

"I have gotten used to those violent urges of mine,” Anruh said. “I've learned to deal with them, to keep them satisfied without causing too much mayhem. But I do not know how to handle these new desires. This… urge to be near, to love. Please, tell me why? Why am I feeling like this? Why do I suddenly long for love and to protect it when all I’ve known before is to kill and destroy?”

She looked down at her open palms. There was an itch in her fingers. An urge to dig her claws into soft flesh and tear it apart. A desire to feast. Sadistic images of the small human flashed before her eyes. Memories of how tiny his hands were in comparison to hers, how frail his bones had felt. It would be so easy…

Ruben’s skin was tender, she could break it open with her teeth like a needle through fabric. Paint the fair canvas red and feel the rapid beat of his heart against her lips. Would Ruben scream as she devoured him, would he break free and turn it into a hunt? Or would he remain still under her, frozen in fear?

Anruh let her hands curl into fists and closed her eyes, forcing the thoughts away. "I don’t want to hurt him. But I fear that the longer I am by his side, the harder it will be to resist."

#writeblr #writing #writers on tumblr #wip #excerpt #wip excerpt #wip : Gammellunden

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representshinjuku · 1 year

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Let it Bleed

[All]

Go!

Let it Bleed

Bleed (Bleed) Battle (Battle)

[Rei]

Yo kids, what’s new with you?

Isn’t it time you call it quits on the struggle?

Water and oil don’t mix, got it kiddies?

Your ‘karma’ is just play-pretend

Your sweat-drenched bonds are inferior

Go sweat ‘em out in a sauna somewhere

Half-hearted rebellion in your eyes

What kinda parent would raise you like this? (lol)

[Ichiro]

Shitty old man don’t act like a father now

I’m living my way now

You’re just scum clinging to his vices

I’m bringing down judgment on you third-rate con (Aye)

The pre-reviews don’t lie in this tight race

I’m the unshakable ace

A half-retired guy’s off-topic phrase

Is so lame I can’t hide my disgust

[Rei]

Show me

[Ichiro]

Your tech

[Ichiro & Rei]

Let it Bleed

[Sasara]

Number one’s a gloomy big brother

That naive stuff won't work on me, y'know!

Makin’ a big fuss ‘bout this’n that

I’m real sicka you muscleheads

[Rosho]

You’re putting your education to waste

No age limit at ‘Bukuro kindergarten ([Sasara] Teacher~!)

Class bully Yamada Ichiro-kun ([Sasara] Present!)

You know nothing of the real world

[Sasara]

That’s some illegal collusion, brothers for life

Stuck riding the same boat eternally

[Rosho]

Aren’t you tired of seeing the same faces every day? ([Sasara] O~h!)

Let me advise you - those bonds are fraile ([Sasara]: Good!)

[Sasara]

Our Rosho’s got a knock-out line every once and a while ([Rosho] Quit it)

[Rosho]

That’s our idiot leader - but I trust him

[Sasara & Rosho]

Now this’s Osaka’s solo live

‘Bukuro goes down to a poisoned banquet

[Sasara] We’ll show you [Rosho] Naniwa’s spirit

[Sasara]

Bloody-bleedy bleaty-bleepy

[Sasara & Rosho]

Let it Bleed

[Jiro]

Hey, teach, you got a real bias

Like a bad sauce drowning your rap (Eww)

Too much for you in those thick-ass comedy phrases

You call yourself Sasara but you seem real sus to me

[Saburo]

Even Jiro’s right once in a blue moon

Your old-fashioned style’s practically heritage

If you’re a teacher than show me a fresh definition

Of course it’s beyond you mass-produced MCs

[Jiro]

That really sell? Where’d you buy that suit?

Weird as hell how you build the brand

[Saburo]

With such a low-brow comedian calling the shots

The subordinates are certainly useless as well

[Jiro]

Three brothers standing together

[Saburo]

Never straying from the vow in our blood

[Jiro & Saburo]

Kings from ‘Bukuro with the strongest style

Tiny little Osaka’s got nothing on us

[Jiro] Easy, yeah? [Saburo] They can’t stand against us

[Jiro & Saburo]

Let it bleed

[All]

Raise a hymn to the rivals

You’re bleeding thicker than water for

No pain, no gain

Keep rising up to higher ground

Water and oil spiral

Our words snapping for survival

No pain no gain (Hey!)

To the limits here we go!

Crush them, my mic; going for the throat in a single phrase

Bleed (Bleed) Battle (Battle)

Come at us, this’s the edge of life and death

A lethal injury in 1verse

Sore losers who’ve lost their pride, step down

Bleed (Bleed)

Until we go down let it bleed

Bleed (Bleed) Battle (Battle)

[Rei]

Give the rebellious phase a rest

It’s just the drivel of kids who don’t know love

You’re nothing but a green three of a kind

Should I break down that pride of yours?

[Saburo]

I wish your constant tenacity would stop at your looks

You old man

The larger picture you’re fixated on calculating

Is plain to see, an antinomy

[Rosho]

Trying your best to act the part of a genius

Doing nothing but barking as your brothers’ dog

No matter how you cry out such sickening words

Nothing will change - enough is enough

[Jiro]

Don’t start preaching, teach, you’re the butt of the joke

Your punchlines don’t get shit for laughs

You’re a trainee? Then I guess I forgive you

But get the hell off of the pro’s stage

[Sasara]

‘Kay ‘kay! Jiro-chan’s real big speech

Gets a little candy for his best effort

Dummies get tired when they try using their brain cell

Idiots need moderation or they’ll burnout and fail

[Ichiro]

Don’t play hero, you’re just the opening act

All you can do is crack jokes you walking ads

I’ll show you we’re superior in this 1verse

The clowns are about to get thrown off the stage

[Sasara]

Oi, for you, Ichiro, I’ll get a little serious

Stronger than brothers are our Osaka bonds

We can’t go show you off to heaven quite yet

‘Cuz then we couldn’t play around with you down here anymore!

[Ichiro]

Since you’re for real, Sasara, I’ll say the same

The strength of our bonds won’t lose to you

‘Bukuro’s not getting held up on our setbacks

Now accept that you’re dying here already!

[Dotsuitare Hompo]

You’re about to derail, everybody applaud

Hittin’ your weak points - Dotsuitare Hompo

[Buster Bros!!!]

Lame guys get gone before they make trouble

Charging in - Buster Bros!!!

[Sasara] Ready to go? [Dotsuitare Hompo] GO Osaka GO Osaka GO

Quit the complainin’ and put your hands up

[Ichiro] Let’s go [Buster Bros!!!] GO ‘Bukuro GO ‘Bukuro GO

Shout out with everything you’ve got

[All]

Roar my Hypnosis Mic

Howl out for this fated battle

It’s a massive feud,

We’re raising the curtain

On the second show so

Let it Bleed

Raise a hymn to the rivals

You’re bleeding thicker than water for

No pain, no gain

Keep rising up to higher ground

Water and oil spiral

Our words snapping for survival

No pain no gain (Hey!)

To the limits here we go!

Crush them, my mic; going for the throat in a single phrase

Bleed (Bleed) Battle (Battle)

Come at us, this’s the edge of life and death

A lethal injury in 1verse

Sore losers who’ve lost their pride, step down

Bleed (Bleed)

Until we go down this struggle won’t end

Let it Bleed

Everybody say

Bleed (Bleed) Battle (Battle)

[Dotsuitare Hompo] GO Osaka GO Osaka GO

Bleed (Bleed) Battle (Battle)

[Buster Bros!!!] GO ‘Bukuro GO ‘Bukuro GO

Bleed (Bleed) Battle (Battle)

Let it bleed

#rule the stage #DH vs BB #dotsuitare hompo #Buster Bros #let it bleed #hypstagetl #koutranslates

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sabbathheirloom · 2 years

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"Beyond the Forest"

The castle in the depths of the forest, stood shrouded in secrets and rumors. In the village nearby, it was said that there lives a monster that eats children. Someone said that an old man dressed all in black. Some claimed that he was a youngish young man, black-haired, thin, statuesque and pale as a sheet of paper. True, no one saw him in his eyes, but everyone shouted and bent their line at the break. But everyone agreed on one thing — he was terribly fond of rare books.

At that time, I was at most five years old, because stories caused terrible fear and wild temptation of the young mind. "How is this one?" I thought. "He must be terribly bored there, in this big house, without friends…" This thought settled and did not give my little head peace. As I remember now, I walked with the thought of that lonely old man who walked and walked around his castle, completely alone. And this fictional and contrived figure, so gave me strength. Every time I passed by the forest, I threw back my head to see if he was looking at me?

At the same time, our village and the whole country were overtaken by troubled times. Claims to lands from nearby kingdoms affected not only the capital. Heavy taxes, famine — and the year turned out to be difficult for the village. And on the border, military actions took place almost next to us. The last thing I remember from the general turmoil is the deathly silence. And a horseman without a horse, who was trudging through the village, between the houses, to the headman's house. The enemies will be here in three days.

Knocking my feet into the blood, I ran through the thicket of the forest, forgetting about hunger and pain. Mom needed me, the whole village needed me. A couple of men with pitchforks will not stand against the knights of the cross. Women frail from hunger will not be able to support their men. The realization was pounding on the little girl, me, who then did not fully understand the seriousness. The desire to help drove me along my legs, beating with ferns, leaving bloody footprints on the green carpet of the forest. In the smallest being, the greatest desire can beat. The desire to help, disrupting all prohibitions, and all the attitudes of adults. And there are no rules anymore, just small hands clutching a thick folio, the rarest in your area. "He will help, he will like it." It was beating in my head, throughout the not easy way.

The tiny hands did not hold the huge book at all, dragging it along the ground. Strength gave way to fatigue when the book with a sudden jerk rose above his head. And before my eyes appeared the most terrible castle. "And he's not scary at all!" The thought flashed. After all, it's true — the castle was the most ordinary, just not well-groomed. "It's probably difficult for one to look after such a colossus." It occurred to me, and I looked at the one I was dreaming about. He did not disappoint my childhood expectations. Well, of course he turned out to be much younger than I thought. The "old man" was a young guy, about twenty-five years old. Black-haired, as they said, and adored books. Wasn't that why he took her away right away?

— T\I! - a sonorous child's voice lit up the forest clearing, sticking into the void.

No longer paying any attention to me, the guy walked on, opening the book and starting to read right away. I tried to talk to him, but he didn't answer, only occasionally glancing at me. I immediately realized that he was a good person. He did not drive me away, and even saved me once when I slipped trying to look at the writing. A light hand picked me up and moved me away without distracting me from reading.

— What's so interesting there? I asked, looking straight into the blackening eyes, distracted from the book.

A small grin was my answer, a small one was enough for me. I satisfied my curiosity, and made the lonely wanderer laugh. For a small and restless soul, all the hours he read lasted forever. Perhaps I already understand now that he was terribly bored at that time. I tried to stir him up in every way possible. I searched and found a feather that tickled him. I put frogs on his lap. It seems there was nothing to break through it. And when even I got bored, he closed the book. He stood up to his full gigantic height, retreating into the castle.

— Hosok. My name. he stopped, saying his name, which sounded like a spell to me. - Call me, and I will come to fulfill your wish.

And he retired to his castle without turning around. This was my acquaintance with a new friend. And I ran back as fast as I could. Without realizing how much time I spent in the forest, I rushed back, inspired by the support of the mysterious knight.

— I could! - shouted at the top of her voice to the forest. The first and only one! Mom will be proud of me! Why, the whole village!

Small fragile legs, untouched by either the forest or the long road, invaded the village. Whose townspeople were no longer waiting for the little girl's return. The grief-stricken mother and father, the shocked looks of the neighborhood boys. And my chin lifted proudly. "I could." The demonstrative gait, not peculiar to a little girl, did not seem to bother anyone. Exactly until the moment when she did not come out on the bridge. The extreme bridge of the village leading from the border to the center.

— Hosok! - the cry of a sonorous child's voice and the frozen faces of men in the village. And in the deafening silence, only the cry of the ravens rang out into the void. Silhouettes anticipating carrion, fell from the trees, flying in different directions, getting ready. Black shadows moved out of the fog onto a small figure on the bridge, covered occasionally by the glow of torches. Armed silhouettes were rapidly approaching, leaving no chance for me or the villagers behind me. I couldn't see the pale faces of the men, but I saw enough of them afterwards.

The clatter of hooves and the deafening clang of metal approached through the milky veil, making me think about my mother's care before going to bed. Exactly the same color she poured you tea before going to bed. The neighing of the horse almost stunned and frightened, along with the characteristic gleam of the sword that swept past your head, but never reached the goal.

Pitch-black armor and a sword of the same color you saw, raising your head admiringly. Which immediately turned purple with drops. Under each subtle and precise swing of his sword, hot blood sprinkled your face. Admiring eyes, replaced the place of those who had seen death. Your black knight did not protect you for a long time, in just a few minutes he laid down an entire squad. What could you look at with the apple of your eye wide open. His smooth movements covered the distance from one side of the bridge to the other in an instant, remaining not humanly smooth. It was as if with one movement, with one black line, he crossed out dozens of lives at once, which was essentially what was happening.

It was all over in a few minutes. The shore behind the bridge and the river turned red, as did my hair completely soaked in it. It was not possible to wash this color, and decades later, everyone wondered why the red river flows in a remote village. And her land is touched with scarlet frost on one side. And only those few remember how a little girl stood on the bridge, showing remarkable courage. Like a strange silhouette, woven out of darkness, protected either a girl or a village. And I will never tell you what I heard from that guy at that moment. Although his words burned into my head like a fiery brand.

"You don't have to tell anyone about this. - an insinuating whisper reached your ears, with the smell of iron, and the sound of heavy, copper drops from a sword.

You wouldn't tell anyone even if you wanted to. And when, a couple of times, such a desire appeared, you saw a silhouette on the edge of the village. You didn't tell anyone how the little girl ended up in the middle of the battlefield and why your black hair is now fiery red from birth. You also didn't tell me that after that you ran into the forest every Sunday afternoon, to that very "old man", a creepy castle on the edge of the forest, and spent the most unforgettable hours of your life. Basking in Hosok's sunny smile, which after almost three years, you finally saw.

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schillypokespe · 2 years

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Infodumping about spiders and spiderman my bad

It seems no matter the universe the spider that was exposed to radioactivity was a Steatoda nobilis!!!! Which most people know as a 'False Widow'!! But the interesting thing to me is that. Spiderman is an American superhero in the basic universes, theres obviously the mexican and indian spidermen and also Peni but thats not important at this exact moment! But, Peter is an american superhero, and where he was bit tends to be the same, he was at a Techtonics Laboratory set up in New York City as a field trip, and there is no way that a False Widow could've been there.

Because given the timeline at that time False Widows are pretty strictly in the UK and Ireland and maybe at the very very far edge of California, which obviously its probably Marvel not knowing enough about Spiders but godbless if theyre going to specifically name a spider in one of their comics they better fucking know its habitats and geographic placement.

But what im stumped on is how that spider got there, because according to the main comic (Earth-616) it was just. already there! and was made radioactive by one of the machines at the lab, the comic that names the spider though is the one surrounding Earth-71928, which isn't important because unless otherwise specified the most likely situation is that it is the same spider each time and i'm looking at the pictures of all of them and the only ones with big differences are the ones that were in different areas (IE Penelope Parker, Mayday Parker, so on and so forth) but the Main Peter which is the one most of everything else is based off of was bitten there by that spider specifically, sometimes its modified though in the sense it has numbers on its back, which obviously probably means it was placed there purposefully by someone, but thats not for the Main Peter so thats not important, the more likely thing is that Peter was bitten by an actual black widow because that geographic placement makes more sense (theyre found from the south of Canada down to Florida on the east side of America)

but if thats the case there have been studies on spiders in radioactivity (specifically after a nuclear accident, here ), and while those are Trichonephila Clavata, Araneus Ventricosus, and Atypus Karschi spiders it gives us a good basis of what radioactivity would actually do when a spider is exposed to it, which mostly is uh . Kill it! and when The Trichonephila Clavata (Silk Spiders) spiders had eggs there was a double amount of radioactivity found in those baby spiders, but over a few years that radioactivity naturally ebbed away because it would get spit out everytime the spider created webs or let out venom, no matter what though the most likely thing to happen to spiders exposed to radioactive elements is that they'll actually get significantly weaker, and their webs are a lot more frail and easy to break, most likely seen that the spiders themselves will accidentally mess up the webs because they seem to act drunk when exposed to radioactivity!

of course these studies were in like 2011-2014 so when Spiderman actually got created as a superhero there was no way to tell or know what radioactivity in spiders would actually do but its definitely interesting !!!! however most notably the radioactivity did kill most of the venom in spiders and make the venom basically unusable (forcing the spiders to learn to kill their prey in other ways) which i mean, definitely points more towards an actual black widow biting Peter, because therefore when they tried to shoot the venom in their fangs out it wouldve just shot out the radioactivity, and this brings me back to them saying it was a false widow!, False Widows aren't actually very venomous at all! so if they were spitting their tiny amount of venom back into a person it would only hurt for a little bit and maybe swell up depending on the bite area, but mostly it would do quite literally nothing! it barely has long enough fangs to reach a proper blood vein area unless you have thin skin, so if a False Widow (with radioactivity instead of venom) bit Peter it wouldn't have gotten very far in his bloodstream to actually do anything to him

and, so, Black Widows are pretty well known to be one of the most venomous spiders literally ever. (which isn't true, the most venomous is actually the Sydney Funnel-web Spider, which is pretty much only found in eastern australia), but black widows are pretty much right behind Brown Recluses in being the most venomous in America, which. obviously that makes me wonder what would happen if a black widow got exposed to radioactivity for realsies, but of course you can literally test that by putting a spider under an x ray for too long or in the microwave and you wanna know what happens? the spider fucking explodes besties ! because black widows have a larger abdomen, and thats where all its web fluid and organs are, and radiation is hot, like, Very Very hot, and it would burn the web fluid inside of them (therefore making the web fluid weaker if they even survive) and then eventually start burning the microscopic hairs on them as well as their organs which would kill it, but the web fluid when exposed to heat would expand and lead to the abdomen popping

but !!! its interesting !! and it also kind of uhh. disproves a spider ever being able to survive long enough to actually bite Peter unless he was standing right under the machine that exposed the spider to radioactivity (and remember it has to be a long enough exposure for the spider to be able to therefore then put it another being, a significantly bigger being, mind you)

Making spiderman scientifically impossible, however lets role with the assumption he is possible right? he was given the powers of a spider, which. well first of all aren't a lot, radiation or not, because the radiation weakens the spiders, and assuming he was given the strengths of a black widow not a lot of his powers make any sense! Spiderman is known for always being able to get back up after being hit, being super super resilient, having super strength, being able to stick to things, and being able to shoot webs (either with web slingers or through his own body depending on which spiderman you want to talk about)

1. Lets address the first thing. He's Resilient and can get back up after anything. Makes sense for a black widow spider, however the reasoning for that is because Black Widows have an exoskeleton, a skeleton outside of their body that protects them, as well as they have eight jointed legs, meaning if you break part of a black widows leg chances are theyll quite literally just shake it off and keep walking because they have enough leg strength to keep them balanced for a long period of time even if a leg is fully removed, so sure, they can in fact handle most things, but the most damage Peter tends to take is through explosions or getting hit in the chest/midsection area, which . well. if you drop almost any spider from too high a height and they don't have any webbing to save them, they are going to die because their abdomen will explode, exoskeleton or not.

Spiders aren't very strong, and while they can last a long time in a fight they're pretty damn susceptible to death from anything that hits them too hard, so it makes sense to an extent but unless Peter grew a new skeleton when he was bitten im gonna have to check off the ability for him to just get back up after anything, which also checks off the Super Strength because funny thing, black widows are one of the physically weakest spiders, like most spiders with heavy venom they don't have to last long in fights because they can just bite their victim and walk away

2. Hes able to stick to things, sure, all spiders can do that because of the special oil coating their skin that goes away as they get older, i'm just gonna assume Peter is extremely sweaty and his sweat is now that special oil because otherwise there's no way for that to work (let alone if just one hand would be able to hold his full body weight without his wrist breaking)

3. the web thing works no matter what because you can actually somewhat replicate a spiders web fluid and make it stronger with certain chemicals, definitely weirder for the Peters that produce it Inside Their Body but otherwise that one gets a pass

4. the spider sense is most likely from the fact spiders can sense vibrations in their web also

He’d need a lot of help from his suit to make any of this even remotely possible !!

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echantedtoon · 6 months

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Cat Lovers

Best Jeanist x Ragdoll

Quiet footsteps made their way across the floor and over to the door as the tall and well dressed dapper man slowly opened the door and peeked out...The dark room was still dark indicating the woman of the house was still asleep and eased himself out with a sigh. He didn't think he could handle another spook again- He sighed and reached up to comb a hand threw his hair neatly, walking casually now towards the kitchen, he was rather hungry just waking up and getting his morning beauty routine out of the way. He swore he was about to go loose some teeth from the sweet pancakes and doughnuts she always brought home. Or grow fat from all the sausegues and bacon and all the other fatty foods she'd cook. She was a good cook he wouldn't deny it, but he wanted some good none fatty foods for once and MAYBE have just a small teeny tiny little piece of quiet before he left for the offi- He froze when two arms suddenly wrapped around him from behind and something warm pressed against his back in the dark.

"....You're trying to break your promise, aren't you?," a sad voice from behind asked devoid of any happy emotion and he didn't answer even when the woman pressed her cheek against said man's back and looked up at him with said eyes. "You could barely breath after that big fight last week! You promised me you would take it easy like the doctor said!...But now you're r-r-running off in the middle of the night on me?"

His heart sank hearing the sniff behind him and she slowly turned his head to look over his shoulder and down at the woman with now watering honey eyes sniffing and threatening to spill tears if he didn't say the right things to calm her down. Last week was horrible, some villain had gotten a hold of a hostage and demanded money from her(the hostage's) family, well of course he arrived on the scene with a few other colleges of his and got the situation handled. ...UNFORTUNATELY- He wasn't as careful as he should've been, he blamed it on not being inaction for quite a while and his slowed reflexes because of that, and received a pretty hard slam to the chest as a result. Nothing to permanently damage thank goodness, but enough to seriously force the wind out of his remaining lung and leave him on the ground choking and gasping for breath like a fish out of water. All he remembered was someone dragging him out before everything went black from lack of oxygen and later waking up in the hospital hooked up to an oxygen tank, crying honey eyes looking down at him in worry when he did. The doctor's gave him ANOTHER recovery period for his body to adjust. DAMMIT!! He was FINE!! He wasn't some pretty, frail porcelain doll. He was the number FOUR hero. He was supposed to be out there doing his job, not sitting back and resting like he was entitled to a permanent vacation because of one injury.....But...She's crying now. Tears of fear and worry streaming down her beautiful face...He sighed and reached up to rub at those arms wrapped around him.

"No. I would never break any promise to you and you know that. I just-...n-needed a moment to reflect on things."

"*sniff* Like what?"

...He gently pried her hands off of him and turned to face her, his blue eyes looking down at her still crying face and he opened his arms for her like one would do if expecting a hug. Of course she wasted no time latching onto him and burring her face into his chest. His own arms reaching down to rub her back. "Like ....spending more time with you. Y-You've done so much for me that I took for granted. ..My beautiful honey eyes.~" One hand delicately came up to hold the back of her head and she sniffed, looking up at him with her chin still flat against his chest and that hand moved to wipe away the tears and cup that soft cheek. All that time worrying over him, cooking him food even if it was more her style than his, and making sure he was ok. It was time he returned the favor. "And I am so, so sorry. You deserve the best...Which is why I wanted to ask you. D-Do you want to..."He closed his eyes and gulped. "M-Make the wedding...c-c-cat themed?" He could feel his stomach dropped as he uttered those woods. All his plans for the perfect small little cute wedding with just friends shattered but....it might be worth it when her jaw fell in a gasp, eyes widening in wonder.

"R-REALLY?!"

He nodded slowly. "Y-Yes....This is your special day as much as m-mine." That thumb rubbed against the soft cheek and he smiled. "I want you to have your dream come true. Every lady dreams of their perfect day after all....You're going to look so beautiful.~ I can't wait to see you in that beautiful white dress.~"

A smile replaced the frown on her face and she sniffed, laying her head back onto his chest. "D-Don't scare me like that. ...I like hearing your heart beat, I don't want to loose that."

"Trust me. You won't. I promise that to you, with the rest of me."

#best jeanist #tsunagu hakamada #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #ragdoll #Best jeanist x ragdoll #Ragdoll x best jeanist

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djs0451 · 2 years

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The Final Dream To Walk

Do you hear the glass under your feet? The beat of your heart as you realize you are incomplete?

"I just wanted to see him, just once more..."

Do you understand the effect your presence had on the dreams you intervened with? The reality you shifted to gain control of their thoughts, welding their minds like a Smith.

Playing god like a child plays with their toys, taking control and ruling their world for your own fantasy, for a boy?

"You don't understand! For a boy? No! For the one who helped me stand! For love, that might seem foolish in your eyes but to those that soar through the skies, for love that helped me soar above..."

Above what, above the line that you crossed? Above the line that none should ever walk, no matter the cost.

"No, you are wrong for I needed to soar over the grey that was taking over my life, the Disconnected feeling that overwhelmed me with strife."

You speak of love, but what is it than a miserable pile of heartbreak? What is it but one man's gain and another's mistake?

"Heartbreak comes with love, I have seen tears shed over days, nights even. Their hearts are so frail yet beautiful, they will soon find hope in the hands of the one who sees their worth and gives them something to believe in..."

You believe in love so much that it pains you to move forward without the one you lost. It hurts so much, you were willing to Dream walk across other worlds, to steal a life you dreamed of, not caring about the cost.

You took your Soul to the darkest corners of Time so you can live in that Dream. You took your wounded Heart and sold it, all to stitch up your torn seams.

How could anyone ever love someone enough to tear open their soul, to offer it up no matter the cost just to see their lost one again, to feel whole?

"Have you ever been on walks, on days where you feel incomplete? Have you ever laid in bed, staring at the ceiling wishing that tonight's dream will make you feel at peace as you stand on two feet?

I lived years feeling like I was piece to a puzzle that was missing, I lived years staring through the looking glass, reflections of a time once happy now disappearing.

You never loved someone like I had, you never loved someone with all your heart, that once they're gone it will break into a million tiny pieces, so sad.

If you were to ask me now if I would do it all over again, I would answer truthfully, though you wouldn't be able to comprehend."

I comprehend the rules of time and reality, I comprehend the Magic you used to harm the minds of those you used as puppets, like some dark poetic theatricality.

Pulling their strings and using them to make yourself feel human! In the most inhumane way that's possible, breaking their minds, you are living in an illusion!

What you are doing isn't real, what you are seeing is a poor reflection of a man you knew. That isn't him, that isn't the same heart you believed to have love, the original is gone, that is what's true.

I might never understand this feeling of love, I just don't understand. But what I do know is what you see, in their reality, hold a different set of cards in their hands.

They live their lives differently, they have different Dreams they follow. Teachers, music, jobs, and families that all exist are just mirrored images to us, that you must swallow.

"Maybe you are right, maybe I have been so lost in the night. Following a broken path filled with glass and stained by blood. Blinded by the darkness and drowning in the flood.

I allowed the strings of a broken heart to pull me along and play me like a fiddle to the song of their choosing, even though it was wrong. And what's worse, I fully knew the actions I was making. I fully knew the Dreams I was walking through and escaping.

I wanted the easy way out of this cruel world filled with grey and madness. Yet the only mad one here was me, I became so lost to the sadness."

You can make things right, you can dry those tears you created in the minds of those who still have a chance to see the light.

Turn the page, write a new chapter and open yourself to a new age. For your life can still mend and heal, if you are willing to face this ordeal.

No more Dreams to walk through, no more mirrors to stare into wishing for a new reality to pursue. Searching beyond Time and dwelling on the feelings of tomorrow always causes suffering and through that suffering, creates shattering thoughts that slows the heart of ever recovering.

"No more time for reflection, time to face the present and find the right direction."

This is not an easy task for the broken but I promise we will be there for moments unspoken.

"Am I strong enough?"

Times, will be tough.

"Will I ever feel whole again?"

Only you will know when.

"I stare into the shattered mirror, hoping for things to become clearer. Tracing my finger along the edge of the glass, almost as if there lies a hidden secret waiting to be passed. That secret to be, what is left of me?"

Hope my dear, hope for the years to come as you cope...

"I can do this..."

That will not be dismissed.

Before we go answer me one burning question that resides in the sky...

"Ask your question before we say goodbye."

Please tell me, how do you know when you are in love?

"When it hurts to say goodbye, when on the darkest of days their light rains from above. That light in the rain, that washes away your stains. The voice you hear, in an ocean of fear. They are your home when you are feeling alone."

Sounds like a Dream...

"So it seems..."

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primofate · 3 years

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Hi there, can I request the boys seeing you got injured or being attacked, whichever is fine ^^

Hey anon! You didn’t specify how injured but I’ll just run with it hahaha :)

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Diluc

“Master Diluc, if I could just interrupt--” one of the caretakers in the winery walked up to his office and prepared for the assault of words that could be fired towards him, sure enough, Diluc interrupted. “What is it? I’m a little busy right now, make it quick,” he hadn’t turned his face to look at the grim expression weaving in and out through the caretaker. Hadn’t bothered to look up to check if there was anything amiss, but the caretaker continued quickly “It’s Y/N,” the caretaker had only paused for a moment but Diluc had already picked his head up at the mention of your name. It was here that he realises something must have gone wrong, the caretaker’s expression was not a pleasant one. He was up on his feet, eyes widening a fraction at the following words, “They came back to the mansion seconds ago and they’ve been injured past what Adelinde could fix so we called for a doctor—”

In Diluc’s hurry he had stumbled over his chair, it tripping behind him with a thud on the floor but he ignored it and fast runs towards your room. Dear Archons he should NOT have let you go on that commission by yourself. You could hold your own, yes, but things happened and he really should have thought that through first. He was berating himself for it as he swung the door open. “Y/N?!”

The urgency in his voice tells you that he perhaps had the wrong idea of what was happening, it was really just a gash on your leg, although it was bleeding profusely, the cut must have been deeper than you thought. The maid had already placed a tourniquet to stop and slow the bleeding. You tried not to show it in your face, not wanting to alarm your lover any further, but it. hurt. like. hell. “Diluc, I’m fine, it’s just a gash,”

The maid that was previously sitting on the chair next to your bed moves away, Diluc replacing her, his eyes didn’t tear away from the wound on your leg, his expression contorted to that of worry and nervousness, before finally turning to your face, reaching a hand out to cradle your cheek. “Stop lying. You’re pale, you’re sweating--” of course he sees through you, he knows the second you get upset, knows every crease on your forehead and every slight furrow of the brow. He had memorized every inch of his beautiful, beautiful treasure. “Your hands are trembling, you’ve lost too much blood, where’s the doctor?!” He grips your hand at the realization that you might actually be in a more dire situation than presented, and just on cue the doctor comes through the door, asking for some time alone with you to do his job.

Diluc paces outside the door, unable to stay in one place for long. He kept thinking about how frail you looked. How, if you were unlucky, it wouldn’t have just been your leg. He shook his head at the thought. He didn’t know how he was going to let you out of his sight from then on. He knew full well it would annoy you to have him following you around everywhere but.... How could he not after this?

The doctor emerged half an hour later and explained that you just needed a bit of rest and that, with a little healing magic, you didn’t need the stitches at all. “Don’t let them use that leg for a day and they should be fine, it’s nothing life-threatening but they did lose a lot of blood and is going to need time to recuperate. They’re asleep at the moment,”

Diluc takes note of everything and quietly slips into your room. They must have sedated you in the process and he sighs as he plops down on the chair that was still placed next to your bed. His eyes soften at the sight of you finally relaxed and less in pain, hand reaching out to brush off strands of stray hair that blocked his view of your face. “You’re the only one who can scare me this much,” he mutters under his breath, as if complaining and he swears that he sees a very small and light grin on your face, as if teasing him. He smiles a little, just happy that you’re stabilized and leans in to kiss your forehead, opting to stay by your side till you wake up.

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Kaeya

“What do you mean unconscious?”

“J-Just as we said, Captain. They were unconscious when we found them,” Kaeya sighs in slight exasperation. Normally he was a jolly camper but when the knight in front of him is unable to say how injured you are, Kaeya gets a little wordy. “I meant to say why were they unconscious? Were they hurt? Where are they now?”

Kaeya stands. He was in the middle of some Favonius paper work. “They were bleeding profusely from the head,” Kaeya stops as if lightning has struck him and stares pointedly at the knight. “These details should be said early on,” he thought that it had just been something less threatening. Perhaps you had somehow passed out, exhausted, on your bedroom floor. Or perhaps had just rolled from the bed and onto the floor. They said that they found you in the bedroom, and his blood froze when he realizes that someone went in there to attack you.

Kaeya doesn’t bother talking the other knight into giving better reports next time, he’d do that later. He could guess that you were probably taken into the Favonius infirmary. Sure enough, when he walks in there, face scrunched up into what could only be described as worry and anger mingling together, you were awake, head bandaged up and your eyes meet. His heart breaks at how you still smile at him despite the fact that he wasn’t there to protect you. He stands next to the infirmary bed and gingerly touches your cheek, peering into your eyes. “Y/N, what happened?” he asks, eyes scanning the bandages wrapped around you. “Who did this?” and there was that angry and cold undertone in his voice that you rarely heard, as if his cryo vision had taken over his whole being.

“I’m sorry, Kaeya, I-- I can’t quite remember,” You put a hand up to cover half of your eye, your head was still throbbing and in quick realization Kaeya eases up on you and gently pushes you on your back to rest. “It’s fine, sorry, I just--” he cuts his own speech off and takes a deep breath in. Focus on the good. He tells himself. “I’m glad you’re alright, take it easy, I’ll take care of things,” By that he means he might just slaughter whoever even had the guts to break into your house and attack you in the middle of the day. The break-in was reported by townspeople, and Kaeya was sure as hell he’d get every witness to describe that asshole’s face.

“You’re staying with me for the moment,” he decides quite quickly, and you had no qualms with that whatsoever. Hearing that you had no protest at all, he grins and leans down to capture your lips in a soft kiss, afraid to hurt you. “No complaints? Perhaps this was your grand scheme all along to come live with me,” You can’t help but chuckle at how quick he bounces back. “Maybe, honey. Maybe,”

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Albedo

“Ow--” the knife clatters to the floor, as blood starts to pool around your finger. Albedo spins around at the meek sound you make, ignoring the knife on the floor and strides over to you just as you’ve turned on the sink and started running water on the small cut on your finger.

“Let me see,” You turn to him, blinking. His face was blank. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking but he was staring straight at you. “Oh, don’t worry, it’s just a small cut,” but he doesn’t waver and glances at the water running over your finger. “Let me see,” he tries again, this time rather forceful. That got you to obey. Turning the faucet off and awkwardly offering your hand to him.

He receives it and cradles it in his as if it was porcelain, upturning your hand to look at the small cut on your pointer finger. It was tiny. Really nothing compared to wounds that a knight might sustain. Albedo sighs and looks up at you, “Don’t go anywhere,” before stalking off, coming back a few seconds later with a first aid kit. “...Al, it’s alright, it’s not a big deal,” Albedo would only let one person give him a nickname. You. No one else. Frankly he thought the nickname was weird but if it danced on your lips, he didn’t mind it at all.

“Y/N, you’re mistaken if you think I’m going to take this lightly,” he takes out some ointment and a small roll of bandage, starting with the ointment. “Everything and anything that hurts you is a significant thing,” his gaze darkens, as if glowering at that microscopic cut. “Miniscule or massive, it doesn’t make a difference to me,” he starts wrapping your finger, “if it taints your skin, I cannot help but feel--” he doesn’t know the right word, but you do, judging from how his hold on your wrist tightens.

A soft smile paints your features at how he was such a worry-wart. Sometimes he was so bad at navigating his own feelings but you could decipher them anyway, from his actions. You let him worry over you, and thank him once he’s done. He finishes his work by taking your hand, and pressing it to his lips, his eyes darting up to lock on yours. That made you blush every damn time. His green eyes were just so mesmerizing, and so was his heart.

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Childe

Dear mother of the Archons, perhaps whoever was responsible for your injuries had some type of death wish. Everyone should offer prayers for whoever had cut you up. Your arms and legs were littered with small scratches from trying to run away from the attackers, you thought going through the thick forest was a good idea. In essence, it had slowed the thieves down. They had managed to throw a fire bomb at you that severely burned your right hand, and the right side of your abdomen.

Perhaps it was thanks to adrenaline running through you that you had actually managed to make it to the gates of Liyue, just before the bridge, but you’d crumpled down right then and there. The Millelith guards didn’t recognize you, but the three Fatui agents walking on the bridge did. “Someone had better tell him,” The group of Fatuis scrambled nearer to you, one of them picking you up, but glancing at the other who had just spoken up. “I’m not doing that, you do it,” it was slightly comical, seeing them pass off the duty of who was supposed to report to Childe about it. “You know how he gets when it comes to them, I’m not doing--” then one of them finally gets their bearings together.

“Shut up, get them to the healer first,” The tallest one shoves the one carrying you, urging him to go fast and off he went. Now it was just two Fatui agents looking at each other. Two Fatui agents who decided that they would just face his wrath together. “Sir,” one of them starts as Childe turns around to look at them. He actually had no tasks today and was just about to go off to find you. “About Y/N...” Childe’s eyebrows shoot up, what in the world could these agents have to say about you? “We’ve sent them to the healers, they collapsed at the entrance of Liyue, it... doesn’t look good...”

All hell descends upon Childe’s demeanor and poise. His face darkens, his eyes burning holes through the two agents and his fists closed up on his side. His bow appears and hovers behind him, the only thing that shone through his dark person. “The two of you--” he starts, “are going to find out who did it. I’m expecting a report by nightfall,”

Childe himself shows up at the healers quarters, and was told of your condition. “Their hand is going to scar,” keeps reverberating in his head. Like the sound that he imagines the skulls of those who dared touch you crunching under his feet, over and over again. Childe actually winces when he sees you. Small bandages on your arms and legs from the scratches, your right hand wrapped up adequately and, he couldn’t see it now, but he was sure your abdomen was wrapped too.

You cracked an eye open, feeling another presence in the room. Childe immediately appears next to you, leaning over the bed and watching your expression. “...It hurts, doesn’t it?” he asks, tracing over your bandaged hand. You remained quiet for a moment before nodding your head slowly. Just remembering it caused a blinding pain in your mind’s eye. You’d been given drugs to ease the pain now, but there were still traces of it lingering on your skin. “How dare they,” both your eyes snapped open at Childe’s nearly contorted voice, shadowed and overpowered by rage.

You pick up your good hand and touch his arm with the tips of your fingers. You didn’t like it when he got like this. “Childe, it’s alright,” far from it, but it was the only reassurance you could offer. He catches your hand and brings it up to his face, pressing your hand to his cheek as if it was a lifeline. “It’s not. It’s not,” he repeats to himself, his anger also stemming from the fact that he wasn’t there to protect you. “They’ll regret even laying eyes on you,” You knew he wanted to go now, knew that he wanted to get to the bottom of it, but you yet again pull your hand away to grasp at his shirt, the fabric scrunching up under your hold. “...But stay with me for tonight? Please?”

That got him. He would never say no. His form relaxes and he leans in to kiss your lips, gentle yet with a hidden hunger in them. “Of course,” he simply says, as if his previous agenda forgotten.

But he would never forget. He would never forget for as long as he could see that scar.

Tomorrow, he would decimate each and every one of them.

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kim seokwoo x fem!reader

genre: smut

warning(s): smut, sexual intercourse, swear words, unprotected sex, size kink

kinktober day 3 prompt: size difference

Seokwoo adored many things about you. Your smile, your kind soul, the way you never failed to tell him you loved him each night. And in between them was your tiny silhouette; your body so frail, Seokwoo was almost afraid he will break it in half each time he picked you up and had you pressed against the wall.

Your arms too small to even wrap around his muscles fully. It felt so easy keeping you still while he thrust up into you. Breathless moans spilled from your kissed-swollen lips into the dark night; and his mouth on your neck, teeth nibbling at the skin.

“Is it too much for my baby already?” his words linger on your skin as his tongue draws a line down your neck.

Your walls clench around his cock at his words, Seokwoo hissing at your sudden action.

He holds you with such ease, one arm hugging your waist and the other fondling your breasts. Hard nipples rubbing over his fingers, large hands covering your chest with a naughty grin.

“God, I could break you in half if I wanted.”

You purr at his words, Seokwoo thrusting harder in your cunt. Your head falls against the wall, back arched when his arms rush to hold you up by your thighs, forcing you to spread yourself wide for him.

“Look at my baby, struggling to take everything I’m giving her,” your boyfriend hums in your ear.

You whine, clawing at his broad shoulders when he slams his cock back into you. You’ve done it countless times, and it always felt as if it was the first time. A deliciously painful thrill floods between your thighs while he’s stretching you out with each thrust.

“Do you still want more, baby?” Seokwoo kisses your neck while your rushed answer comes as another breathy moan.

#sf9 smut #sf9 kinktober #rowoon smut #sf9 x reader #sf9 imagine #rowoon imagines #kinktober day 3

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Hi!! I have maybe a dumb question? But what do you think happened after the car accident in butterfly? I’m assuming the other guys found out and Freaked but I’d love to hear some headcanons about that if you have any from when your wrote it? 🥺❤️ it’s one of my favorite series (honestly everything you write I love) so I’d love to know more about that moment ❤️ hope you’re doing well love!

not a dumb question at all bub! if anyone's wondering what anon means, you can find the butterseries here and the chapter butterfly here! honestly it does sound intriguing doesn't it? i should've added a little bit of it in the main story but perhaps it'd go a little like this...

warning: spoiler for butterfly if you haven't read it yet

When Hoseok got the call about the situation from Taehyung, of course he was panicking but he knew that while the younger one was freaking out and could put himself in danger due to recklessness and the overwhelming of his emotions, he had to be the one to act as calm as possible.

When the call ended, he was quick to turn to his assistant who stood a few inches behind. "Cancel the meeting," he ordered and although last minute cancelations weren't the best action to take especially when there were only ten minutes left before the meeting would take place, one look at the hard expression on his boss's face which did his best to hide his true emotions, Hoseok's assistant couldn't talk back and simply nodded to take care of the matters at hand.

When he knew he could trust his assistant with the task to handle that for him, Hoseok quickly dialed for Namjoon who picked up one the fourth ring.

"Mr. Jung," his secretary answered for him instead and Hoseok inwardly cursed. "Mr. Kim is in the middle of a meeting with the Yoon corporations, would you like me to forward a message after it is over?"

"No, this is an emergency, forward it to him immediately," he responded instantly with a grave tone that let his secretary know that the situation at hand was far more important than any meeting the CEO of the company was holding.

After that was over, Hoseok turned to his assistant again. "Let the others know what happened," he said, knowing it'd be faster that way, and without waiting for a reply, the man rushed to leave the building.

Word was quick to spread to the rest of the men who were in the middle of their work. The second the news reached their ears, however, everything came to a standstill as their hearts escalated with fear and work was immediately set on hold.

Meanwhile Taehyung who had reached you first had carried you into his car so that he could drive you to the hospital. The ride was silent, almost deafening in a way that he didn't like.

While he knew he had to focus on driving, it wasn't easy to ignore you who sat in the passenger seat, eyes staring blindly at nothing before you as harrowing thoughts walked into your head.

You were quiet, so quiet, but the grip you held onto the blazer he had draped around your shoulder was knuckle white, trembling, until Taehyung couldn't take it anymore and pulled over to the side of the road.

"Y/N." His voice didn't reach you until you felt his touch, which at first caused you to instinctively flinch, before you quickly apologized for reacting that way. How small your voice was, so weak and frail, and Taehyung's heart shattered at the state you were in.

"Please don't apologize," he begged. "There's nothing for you to apologize for." He took ahold of your hands which wouldn't stop shaking no matter how much you tried, enveloping them in the palms of his large hands in order to give you warmth and comfort. "Can you look at me?" He asked, softly, sweetly, so how could you ever refuse when he was the only thing keeping you sane and was your saving grace?

The tears that escaped your eyes fell a little more when you met Taehyung's gaze who looked almost as broken as you were.

"You were scared, weren't you?" He held your face with gentle hands. "But you did so well, sweetheart. You're alive," he whispered. "You're hurt and we have to get you to the hospital but you're alive, and that's all that matters right now."

"I...I-I...-" Words caught up in your own emotions through the hiccups that followed, Taehyung waited patiently for you to speak. "Tae..." You cried, tears spilling further more as you leaned against the palm of his hand and squeezed his hold so tightly. "Tae, I-I'm so scared."

"I know, I know," he acknowledged with a nod before unbuckling the seatbelt which strapped you to the seat. "Come here." It took a few seconds but he eventually got you over to his side, sitting you securely in his lap so that he could hold you and protect you from all harm. "You're alright," Taehyung promised so softly as he allowed you to lean against his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat. "You're okay now. I'm right here, I'm right here."

He should have prioritized this before trying to rush you off but who could blame him when your health was just as important? You were hurt after all. Though he'd never forgive himself if he wasn't there to make sure you knew you were safe again when he was the only husband there for you at the moment.

It took some time to calm you down but if it was for you, Taehyung would wait for a hundred years staying in that position just to make sure you felt okay again.

After a long session of crying, you finally fell asleep due to the overwhelming emotions you had just gone through. He brought you back over onto the passenger seat with careful consideration of not wanting to hurt and wake you up before checking his phone for all the missed calls and missed messages that were left from the other boys.

"Taehyung? Where are you?" The second he decided to call the leader, panic was clearly heard on the other line of the phone. "I've arrived at the scene and the police said you were on your way to bring Y/N to the hospital so the others went on ahead while me and Yoongi are taking care of things here. But the others have already arrived at the hospital and you're not there yet. Did something happen? Please tell me you're alright."

"Sorry." Taehyung let out a sigh, calmly ready to explain the situation unlike the panicked Namjoon. "I couldn't just bring Y/N over with the state she was in so we took a moment to let her calm down and breathe again."

"How is she?" Concern filled his voice.

With one glance your way, the younger one pressed his lips before replying. "She's asleep now but I'm sure it won't be long until she wakes from a nightmare." He adjusted his blazer on you, acting as a blanket, and put the seatbelt on you again. "I'm gonna head over now, I'll let you know any news but by then you'll probably arrive at the hospital with Yoongi."

You did wake up again, but only after Taehyung had already taken you to the hospital and you were moved to get treated by the doctor. So when you woke up to find yourself in an unfamiliar room, you began to grow scared once again and even the doctor couldn't help you calm down.

"Please, get Taehyung," you pled at her with trembling hands that held onto her lab coat. "I-I want to see Taehyung."

Where was he? He told you that he wasn't going to leave you alone so where was he? Why wasn't he there when you woke up?

"Please. Taehyung, where is he? Where is my husband? Where—"

"Y/N."

Your head instantly perked up at the familiar call and tears were quick to fall when you saw not only Taehyung but the rest of your husbands walking in through the door.

Taehyung rushed to hold you in his arms being as he was the last person you were with and restlessly calling for him when you woke. You sighed shakily in relief at the familiar feeling of his arms around you but it wasn't enough to keep the tears away.

They hated seeing you in the state you were in, hearts breaking into tiny pieces at the sound of your cries and the sight of your trembling body as you held onto Taehyung so tightly as if afraid he was going to disappear before your eyes if you didn't hold onto him tight enough.

It took a while but eventually you remembered the rest and was quick to reach out to them as well, panic and fear filling your eyes as you sought for their presence just to make sure they were there, right there, and that they weren't leaving any time soon.

Your legs were too shaky to walk on your own when the hospital discharged you that night so Jungkook had to carry you to the car in order to head home.

You fell asleep right there in his hold before he even reached the vehicle, hand holding tightly onto the blazer of his suit even through your dreams.

"She looks so worn out," Seokjin worried when they arrived back in the drive through of their home, the door of Jungkook's car opened ajar with you still deep in your slumber.

"She was shaking so uncontrollably," Jimin remembered.

"Can't blame her. Our little one was so scared," Taehyung said as Yoongi kept a steady gaze on your figure which leaned against the passenger seat, your under eyes red with a flushed nose and flushed cheeks along with trails of dried tears to remind them of how hard you had cried.

Namjoon walked up towards the open door, leaning in to unbuckle the seatbelt around you. He took a moment to caress your face, pressing a kiss to your cheeks, before taking ahold of you to carry you in his arms.

They followed him in while Taehyung stood still for a moment, retracing his memories back when you had been happily talking to him on the phone before the incident occurred. Did he do good enough being the one to have been by your side through it all? Or could he have done better?

"Whatever you're thinking, stop it."

He looked up at Hoseok's voice who stood a few feet away, looking back at him while the rest of them had already gone into the house. The older man had his brows creased, eyes sincere with a grave intent lying behind them.

"You did well by her side, Taehyung, we're thankful you had been there for her." He walked on over to him, taking long strides his way and stopping to stand right before the younger man. With hands held at either side on Taehyung's face, Hoseok rested their foreheads together with closed eyes and whispering words.

"Losing Y/N would have been horrible," he said, "I don't want to ever imagine a life without her. And losing you too? You'd break us, Kim Taehyung. So thank you, thank you for keeping calm and thank you for being the one to have been by our wife's side."

Taehyung's face contoured into a grieving mess, his walls broken down as he's finally able to let his emotions pour out whereas when he had been with you, he knew he had to stay strong for your sake.

But right now it was just the two of them, just him and Hoseok, so he no longer had to worry about staying strong and simply let his walls down while the older one held him tightly in his arms, holding onto Taehyung as he cried at the thought of having almost lost you.

#anon #luna asks #the butterseries #☁️☁️☁️#fics 🤍

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