#(...) and i thought nobody would be interested in mine because of it'

[flashhwing]

sometimes you say something on this site and then someone Runs Away With It and adds stuff that's technically agreeing with you but to a severe degree that even you don't go to and it's like Woah Okay. Back Off A Little There

[weirdo-with-a-nametag]

Told my dad about something to ask his advice (I don't talk to him very much, this is kinda a show of trust) and now he's following up and. I don't like it.

Maybe I don't want this kind of relationship with him right now? Think I feel like he's gonna criticize how I'm addressing this problem, and I don't want to let him think he gets to do that. It's like, raising my hackles that he's asking about it at all. I want it all to be on my terms

Like, benefit of the doubt he very well may be trying to connect, following up on something I brought up so we can chat and so he can be involved in something in my life. But the way he tends to do that is to take control and tell me that any departure from what he thinks is the Right Way makes me a bad person and bad at the skill and basically it's my fault if something goes wrong. And I don't want that in my life.

I want to initiate and model a different way of talking about things, but I'm having trouble coming up with one. I want to say 'I'm dealing with this in my own way, I want your thoughts on this specific aspect but that doesn't carry a guarantee that I'll do it your way' or..something? But it's kinda an approach to advice that I'm only starting to understand - I'm used to it being all or nothing, if you ask for advice you take it 100% or you decide that person isn't worth listening to - and that's because it's what he taught me. So I'm not sure how he'll take something like that.

He's asking if there's any progress. I could go 'yeah, this happened, here's the next thing I'm gonna do, thanks for your thoughts before' and like change the subject, ask a question about something else, maybe? That might tell him I'm handling it and don't want more input, hopefully without making him defensive

I don't want to have to shut him down if he goes into more advice (we're both stubborn and telling him no once he's picked a course tends to end in anger) and I don't want to pretend to take it (and encourage him to do that again next time) but I'm not sure the above response - or any response - will sidestep that. He might have it locked and ready.

And I know he wants to fix things between us, but it's gotta be different. So I've got to show him how I want to build something new

[vimoftheforest]

i haven't drawn in weeks i am starting to think that side of me has crippled and withered to nothing im so depressed over it

[ratspider]

woke up from a dream about a family not accepting a trans kid for who they are to a text where my dad deadnames me :I

[velocesainz]

Hii!

Could you possibly do a Percy Jackson smut with Percy fucking the brat out of reader, his rival? Rough sex with degrading and praise pls and ty 🫶🏼🫶🏼

A/n:This was quite an interesting request for me to write, thank you for the idea! All character have been aged up (19-20)

More than rivalry

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Summary: Percy gets jealous seeing you (his rival) with another boy and decides to fuck you to make sure you remember that you are his but you end up being too cocky for his liking

Warnings: smut, degradation

Pairing: Percy x daughter of Zeus! Reader

Reader pov:

I was practising my archery skills with some Apollo kids and we were actually having a lot of fun

Over the time I had spent Robert over the past few days perfecting my archery we both really grew close together

He was one of the very few people at camp who were actually friends with me for me and not because I was Zeus’s daughter.

While we were training I clumsily fell over a rock and was about to go crash into the ground but Robert caught me in time.

We stayed in the position for a little bit not knowing what to do.

We looked at each other with soft and gentle eyes, like how friends would rather than people who like each other though it seemed otherwise to most.

It was a sweet moment we both were trying to savour when a bellowing voice split us apart

“Oi thunder witch! What are you doing, let the poor guy out of his misery and do some practising on your own yea?” Yelled the voice that I really didn’t want to hear right now

Percy motherfucking Jackson

“Ocean ass how about you go bother someone else. He’s here with me at his own will for your kind information. Care more about your friends yea?” I retorted

I wanted to leave the arena as fast as possible so I bid Robert goodbye and left for my cabin

Percy pov:

Crisis averted.

I didn’t let Robert and y/n have their moment.

Why the fuck out of all the girls here does Robert have to go for y/n?

He has like a hundred girls dying for him.

Doesn’t he know she’s mine?

I know we seem like enemies but I wish to fuck like every second of the day at this point

She’s just so beautiful and that attitude damn.

I had a plan to get y/n away from every other guy, not just Robert.

Reader pov:

I was sitting in my cabin reading a book when I heard a knock on my door

That’s odd, I thought

Nobody was usually free at this hour in the evening

Everyone was too busy scheming for capture the flag except me of course

I wasn’t allowed to participate along with Percy since we were a tad bit overpowered

I walked over and opened the door and before I could figure out who it was they shoved me against the wall and started kissing me

I pushed the figure away and tried to run but they caught me

“Don’t try to run bitch. You need to be taught a lesson. Now be a good little slut and listen to what I say or the consequences will be severe for you” the figure whispered in my ear.

Then I realised who it was

Percy.

I was feeling cocky today so I decided to tease him a little

“You sure you can be intimidating and dominating seaweed brain? I don’t think you can even satisfy me forget punishing me”I replied with a smirk gracing my features

“Oh you asked for this whore. By the time I’m done with you you will be so dumb for my cock that you won’t even remember your name. Just you wait “ he said in a Husky voice which turned me on more than I would like to admit

He started removing my clothes as fast as he could and I couldn’t help but sneak in a cheeky comment

“Desperate are we?” Boy oh boy was this a bad decision

“I’m going to fuck that cocky attitude right out of you. You really just can’t keep your mouth shut can you whore?” Percy said and threw me in my bed

Undressing himself he got on the bed and made his way towards me like a predator approaching its prey

He moved my panties to the side and roughly shoved his cock inside me without any warning

“A-ah p-p-Percy that hurts sto-“ I was cut off by a slap I received

“Shut the fuck up slut. You were the one who was acting all cocky just a few minutes ago. Bitches like you don’t deserve to be cared for” Percy panted as he continued thrusting in and out

His pace was ungodly. He kept thrusting in and out of me letting my pussy drink up his cock

I felt like I was losing my mind as he hit my g-spot repeatedly completely abusing it

“O-oh fuck your pussy is tight. G-gods I’m going to come. Ah yea just like that” He whispered huskily

“I am going to cum too Percy” I told him

“No no. You don’t get to cum you little slut. You’ve been a really back whore for me. You don’t get to cum today, deal with it yourself” Percy said as he came in me

He got dressed quickly and left leaving me a panting and unsatisfied mess

Goddamit jackson.

A/n: let me know if you guys liked this fic or if you have any feedback! Requests are still on hold unfortunately but they’ll be opened soon. Kissies ✨

[ballsandbabes]

The Firelight Between Us: Geum Seong-jae x Reader

Authors Note: I normally dont write about other things than Sports, BUT...I started with Weak Hero and find the story really exciting. While reading, I found Geum Seong-ja's character very interesting. So i thought i try my take on his character// Y/n = your name// not proof read// GIF not mine // Have fun <3

Summary: What if Seong-jae gets too close to Baekjin's good friend because he finds her interesting. But what no one knows is that no one dares to approach the boss's crush, you.

Genre: Universe of Weak Hero, Romance, Action , Angst, Drama, Gang AU

You always told yourself one thing: Don't get involved with the gangs. Your school, Ganghak High School, was not in a good area. The other schools were no better than yours either: ruled by the terror of the gangs, defended with bloody fists, going to extreme lengths if necessary. A friend of your brother was once saved from a fight by a boy named Yeon Sieun.

Ever since he came home with one less tooth and one cheek covered in blood, you had been sure of one thing: these gangs were scum. People who wanted to exercise their power fantasies or who had a psychological problem.

You werent a sensible person, but because you knew exactly how dark and bloody that their world was. Your mother was friends with Tiffany Na, a rich boss of a jewelry company. Your mother was looking for work at the time and Ms. Na was the only one who hired your mother. That's why it was important to your mother that everyone got along well. Above all, it was important to her that you and Baekjin got along well. While was Baekjin, was considered family by your mom, for you, he was also the walking embodiment of danger—sharp-edged, unreadable, with a temper as quick as his fists. You loved him in that complicated way people love a reckless sibling, but you'd learned how to keep your distance.

You had known each other since you were children, but you had made one important rule. No involvement in his gang stuff. Never!

Which made your growing crush on Geum Seong-jae particularly inconvenient. You kind of liked him. How his arrogant nature allowed him to believe he could do anything, like he owned the world. His unshakable self-confidence. His good, bad boy look. And certainly also the fascination with evil that emanated from him.

With the connection to Baeckjin, however, that was a recipe for disaster. Which is why you decided you'd just forget about it. Soon everything would be normal again. One last nice school year, well as nice as it was possible at your school.

For you Seong-jae wasn’t like Baekjin—at least not on the surface. Seong-jae was chaos incarnate, sure, but there was a warmth to him. That crooked grin, the way he’d swagger through a storm like it was a dance floor, how he fought with a fire that looked more like art than violence. You noticed him too often. In the same alleyways. At the wrong parties. Across crowded streets where sirens howled.

But he never noticed you. To him you were probably just nobody. A classmate, a person to fill this human hell with extras. Same today, you sat in the classroom and waited with your friends for the last lesson to start. You had stopped listening to your friends whispering, totally lost in your own world of thoughts. Your gaze wandered around the room, past the window, the dead plant next to the window handle and in the distance the boys' sports class.

The teacher was completely overwhelmed when it came to taming the chaos troops. Not to mention that most of the boys were in one of the local gangs and were therefore very strong for their age. it was just before a fight. And there he was, in his maroon shorts and white shirt, cigarette on his lips: Seong-jae. His hair fell effortlessly over his face, uninterested in the fight. You knew that he only wanted to fight "real" opponents, people on his level. This was nothing more than a joke to him. And with that bored expression and casual body language, he's never looked better.

The bell for class woke you up to your thoughts, class was starting. As always, you did your best. It was part of the path to achieving your dreams. Good grades meant a scholarship, an therefor was a ticket to be accepted at a good sports academy. For a girl you were strong but above all fast. A true track athlete. It was getting late again at training and you had just stuffed your shoes in your bag trying to catch the last bus. But it ran away from you. shit! You just regretted not changing. It was warm, but the cycling shorts with the sports bra and the zip jacket from school weren't a particularly good outfit. In this area you could also be mistaken for a prostitute.

So you were walking home —hood up, headphones in, heart set on a cup of ramen and solitude—when you saw it. Seven guys, iron rods in hand, circling someone like vultures. Like the boy in the middle was prey. You didn't actually want to get involved, but the narrow light from the street lights made the edges of a pair of glasses flash. Seong-jae? Was that Seong-jae?

You had stopped, hiding behind a garbage can in the dark. He could fight, very well in fact. Not to say he enjoyed it. But even he couldn't do these guys alone. Did he have reinforcements?

At first, you wanted to turn and walk away. Rules were rules. Stay out of it. But then one of them swung—blunt and brutal—and Seong-jae faltered, blood trailing from his lip.

Your body moved before your brain could stop it. Revealing yourself from behind the trash bins. You grabbed a trash can lid and threw it like some deranged Captain America. It smacked one of the guys clean in the back of the head. “HEY!” you shouted. “Your mom know you fight like cowards?”

All of them turned. Seong-jae blinked at you like you were a hallucination. He knew you, you were the girl who always looked at him, when he had gym lessons. The first time he noticed it was because your voice came to him from above the classroom. You had music lessons. Your voice sounded like that of a goddess, sweet, tender and yet full of pride and strength. After that, he became more and more bothered. And then there was that one Friday afternoon. Nobody wanted to spend any longer in the musty rooms of the school; there was a rush everywhere to get out of the building. In all the chaos, there was you, your elbow resting on the window ledge, your long hair draping your pretty face perfectly. The wind made it dance softly and the cherry blossoms made the scenery look like a romance manga.

“What the hell are you doing?” he growled.

“Saving your impulsive stupid gang ass,” you muttered, picking up a metal pipe from the ground.

He grinned then—bloody, amused, a little amazed. “Okay crazy princess, I like it.”

You didn’t have time to answer before the fight resumed. You weren’t a fighter, but desperation made you resourceful. A kick here, a smack there, some well-placed distractions. Somehow you and Seong-jae moved like they’d fought together for years—his punches flowed into you smart distractions, a seamless, messy ballet of survival. When you ducked a swing and he caught the attacker’s arm mid-air, your eyes met for a split second, breathless, wild, and grinning. You somehow enjoyed the feeling, this madness gave you. You felt powerful.

"Left!" she shouted, and without hesitation, Seong-jae spun and took the guy down with a knee to the ribs, trusting you completely. Back-to-back, bruised and bloodied, you two held your ground like twin storms refusing to break. As the final guy ran off, Seong-jae looked at you with laughter in his voice and blood on his lip: “Damn, you sure you’re not in a gang?”

When it was over, the street was littered with groaning bodies, and Seong-jae was looking at you like you’d just rewritten gravity,“You always throw trash lids for fun, or was tonight special?”

“Shut up,” you muttered, breathless. “I’m going to blame adrenaline for everything that just happened.”

He chuckled—loud and bright. “You got a name, adrenaline girl?”

It should perhaps be mentioned here that he already knew your name. He had wanted to know who the cherry blossom girl from the window of class 3-1 was. You didnt know and gave it to him.

“Im Seong-jae,” he said, shaking your hand like it was a pact. “I owe you.” You thought that would be it. One night, one fight. But he had diffrent plants, kept showing up. Once with ramen. Other times with random questions. With that wild spark in his eyes whenever you talked about things like stars and books and music he pretended not to like but secretly did.

You tried to keep it platonic. Tried. But he’d smile, and you’d forget. He’d laugh, and you’d fall a little more. Since he now knew how badass you actually were, he started giving you boxing and fighting lessons, in return you took him to the track to improve his fitness. A perfect symbiosis.

“Ey Y/, you keep dropping your shoulder,” Seong-jae said, stepping behind you to adjust your stance, his hands firm but careful on your arms. “I know,” you muttered, flustered by the sudden touch, as his chest brushed your back—close enough to feel his breath on your neck. “Relax,” he chuckled, voice low, guiding your fist up with his hand over yours, slow and steady like you might break if he moved too fast. “It’s not about strength, it’s timing—wait, here,” he murmured, repositioning your legs, one knee between yours, and you forgot how to breathe. You threw a punch, and he caught it with ease, his fingers curling gently around your wrist. “Better,” he said, eyes lingering on yours longer than they should, smiling cheekily, something electric in the quiet tension between you. “If you keep touching me like that, I’m going to forget we’re training,” you blurted out, half-teasing, half-desperate to defuse the heat crawling up your spine and certainly surprised of what you just said, cheeks burning red. He smirked, leaning in just enough to make your pulse stutter, “Then maybe we should stop calling it training.”

And thats when Baekjin found out. When he found out his favorite girl, had a favorite boy, and it wasn't him.

As usual, it was late again in the library. The night watchman, who knew you well, had once again asked you sternly but kindly to leave the school grounds. When you noticed that your bag was still in the classroom, he offered to open it again for you. So you walked through the hallway on the way to the school gate. He cornered you in said hallway this night, eyes dark and jaw tight. “You’re hanging out with him now?,” Baekjin asked coldly. You crossed your arms, not liking the tone of his voice. “What? I don't know why that concerns you...aside from that he’s not like you,” you tried to say as calmly as possible. “That’s exactly the problem,” Baekjin snapped. “He’s not like me. He’s reckless. He’s stupid. And he’s in deeper shit than you know.”

“You think I don’t know how deep this gang bullshit goes?” you hissed. “I’ve lived in the shadow of your messes my whole life. The bloody evenings in which my mother treats all sorts of wounds and says nothing to your mother. I chose to stay away. I dont want to be a part of your world. But I couldnt stay silent when—”

“When what?” His voice dropped, sharp and angry. “Until he smiled at you?”

There was something strange in his voice. Almost... hurt. He had always protected you with all his means. You always thought it was because of your rule, never ever get involved. But now….it clicked. “Hey Baekjin, what is your fucking problem...you like me or something,” you snapped at him.

Baekjin’s silence was the loudest confirmation. “I never said anything,” he muttered. “Because I knew you'd never—”

You stepped back. “You're right.” Baekjin looked at you angrily in hurt.

Seong-jae found you later that evening, pacing on the rooftop of a nearby building, wind howling around you both. He didn’t say anything at first. Just offered you a drink and sat beside you.

“You okay?,” he asked while opening the can. “No,” you said looking to the ground. He looked over, worried. “Was it something I—”

“No,...No you didnt do anything” you said, meeting his eyes. “It’s just... I knew this would be...messy. And now it certainly is.”

He reached out slowly, fingers brushing yours. “I dont know why its messy, but if it is, let it be messy.”

You stared.

“I don’t know what I’m doing most of the time,” he said. “I fight too much. I don’t think enough. I’m not safe. But with you... I want to be.”

Your heart clenched.

“So,” he said, voice soft, “let it be dangerous. Let it be chaotic. Just don’t walk away yet. I will protect you, you know?”

And somehow, despite the warning bells in your head, you nodded. Because falling for Geum Seong-jae wasn’t safe., it probably never be. But it was so real. And in a world full of lies, blood and broken loyalties, real mattered the most.

Weeks full of beautiful moments passed, your love for Seong-jae grew stronger and so did his. He would do anything to protect you from his world. He loved lounging around on the field and watching you train. You were incredible to him.

Baekjin didn’t come with a warning. Just fists. It happened in the back alley of a closed noodle shop, right as Seong-jae was lighting a cigarette, thinking about your cute victory smile from the tournament, this afternoon.

“You couldn’t just stay away, huh? I told everyone, keep your hands off Y/n!” Baekjin’s voice was low and bitter, already angry, already pacing like a predator. Seong-jae turned, casually, like he didn’t feel the danger creeping in behind the syllables. “Didn’t realize I needed your permission to fall for someone.”

That was the last sentence before the fight broke out. Baekjin wasn’t sloppy. He hit like a ghost—fast, calculated, and personal. Seong-jae fought back, of course. He was scrappy and stubborn and too proud to back down, but Baekjin fought like a man with something to lose. Something to prove. By the end of it, Seong-jae was on the ground, bleeding from his lip, knuckles split, ribs aching like hell. And Baekjin? Gone. Leaving behind the message in bruises.

You found him by chance—half-stumbling, half-leaning against a telephone pole two blocks from your dorm. Your breath caught in your throat.

“Seong-jae?!,” you cried out loud at the sight. He looked up, eyes hazy but still managing that crooked, stupidly charming grin. “Hey, crazy Angel. You should see the other guy.”

“Ugh you idiot,” you whispered, rushing to his side. Your dorm room was small, but it felt like sanctuary as you sat him down and grabbed a first-aid kit with trembling hands. That you had never needed it as much as you did with him. Ever since you two knew each other, you always had it in your school bag or purse.

“What....what happened, Jae?” you asked, dabbing gently at the blood on his lip. Dried and stubborn to remove. He winced but didn’t pull away. “You know...jealousy’s a hell of a drug.”

You paused. “Oh...Baekjin. I am so sorry Jae...”

He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. When you reached for the hem of his shirt to check the bruising along his side, he raised an eyebrow. “You dont need to be sorry for loving me, angle....but you should be sorry for undressing me...already?”

“Shut...shut up,” you snapped, cheeks burning with heat. But your voice softened when you saw the angry red across his ribs. “God, Seong-jae…”

He let you touch him—your fingers tracing along bruises, your breath catching at the intimacy of it, ever so soft. And then, the moment shifted. Tilted. Your hand lingered too long. His gaze dropped to your lips.

“You should’ve stayed away,” you whispered. “Couldn’t,” he murmured. “You’re the only thing that makes this madness worth it. Understands the crazy light in my eyes.”

Then he kissed you. Not soft. Not slow. It was heat and want and aching relief. Like he waited his lifetime to do so. Your hands slid into his messy hair, his over your waist, pulling you into his lap as if he couldn’t get close enough. He groaned against your lips when your hips shifted, giving traction to his lower parts, mouths moving hungrily, desperately, like the world outside didn’t exist anymore.

You didn’t stop when your hands moved over his bare skin. You didn’t think about Baekjin, or the gangs, or the mess. Just the way Seong-jae’s breath stuttered under your touch. He pulled back just enough to look at you, forehead pressed to yours, pupils blown wide.

“Tell me to stop,” he breathed.You didn’t.

The kiss deepened like a storm building in silence, and your hands were in his hair, pulling, needing, as Seong-jae held you like he was scared you'd disappear. His shirt layed forgotten on the floor, and your fingers explored the heat of his skin—marked, bruised, but alive. You felt every shiver under your touch, every sharp inhale as he let his walls fall just for you. He kissed you like he needed to remember what it was to feel something that wasn't pain.

"You're sure?" he whispered against your neck, voice low, hoarse, reverent. You nodded, forehead to his, breath trembling. “Only if it’s with you.”

That was all he needed. He carried you gently—arms around you like you were sacred—and laid you down like the world outside didn’t matter. The streetlights cast silver slashes through the window, catching on your skin as he undressed you slowly, like a secret being unwrapped one breath at a time.

It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t careless. It was chaos and care, lips and whispers, bruised hands worshipping soft skin. Seong-jae touched you like he was memorizing you—each kiss on your collarbone, your shoulder, your spine, etched into you like fire and silk. He whispered your name between gasps and promises, over and over like it meant something more than it ever had before.

And you returned it—touched him like he wasn’t broken, like he wasn’t bruised, like he was yours. That night, you didn’t just fall together.

You loved each other. Through the quiet moans, the tangled sheets, the lingering kisses between breaths, and the warmth that settled after—you found something more powerful than the danger outside. You found each other. And by the time dawn bled through the curtains, you were still tangled in him—his arm over your waist, his heartbeat slow under your palm, his lips brushing your shoulder as he murmured, half-asleep, “I’ve never had anything good… until you. Its just like a firelight is between us, pulling us towards each other.”

In the chaos of the world, he was fire. But with you? He was home.

[dipperscavern]

your cregan thoughts changed my life. They are literally canon idgaf…

how do you feel about the stark men and their possessiveness 🫠🫠🫠 Because i knowww they don’t play about their women, especially cregan ohhhhh myyy goddddd. do you think they’re prone to jealousy… Lots to think about. lots to ponder.

POSSESSIVE STARK MEN!! POSSESSIVE STARK MEN I SAID!! i’m very very glad u enjoy my cregan thoughts, thank u sm for this delicious ask <33

as we’ve established, stark men are gentlemen. not just the starks, but northmen themselves don’t play about their women. and there’s also a difference between possessiveness & jealousy… lord so many thoughts. so many things to ponder.

okay, so, as for cregan, he’s very assured. very confident & unwavering in his loyalty to you, and your loyalty to him. cregan can get possessive, but he mainly thinks people ogling over you is funny, because he’s completely confident in your devotion to each other. you usually make your way over to him yourself, and he’ll pull you in by your hips as he teases about the man hitting on you. unless he sees them making you uncomfortable or overstepping — he doesn’t tolerate that. making his way over to pry you away… but honeslty sometimes someone just gets under his skin & he just wants you all to himself. maybe he can get a little jealous…. he does jest in jealousy sometimes though. i could see him wanting your attention. pulling you toward him & away from whatever had your attention if he was feeling particularly needy, jokingly muttering a-

“Come here, you’ve got me jealous.”

robb is so possessive & jealous nobody speak to me. nobody SPEAK to me right now. it’s just so innate/natural for him, you could be talking to anyone and his hands would twitch with the need to pull you away. he really does try and control himself, but he lets it slip sometimes when bedding you.

“You’re mine, yeah? C’mon, wanna hear you say it.”

it’s especially bad during the war, because he’s so frustrated all the time. his emotions are at an all time high, and he can’t find it in himself to try and mask how close he wants you to him & how far away he wants you from other people. “Will you just-“ & he grabs you by your cloak, pulling you to him. “Come here.” he doesn’t have time to hide his emotions when there’s so much on his plate. just let him have what he wants, honestly. 🙄

jon is quietly possessive. he’s never really had anything of his own before, he wants you alllll to himself. i don’t think he’s really jealous, unless you’re pushing his buttons on purpose. the prospect of you being his turns him on sooooo badly, though. you could be talking about how a man of the nights watch hit on you, just murmuring a small-

“Wasn’t interested. ‘M yours, anyway.”

hearing u say that.. and yep! you’re getting it tongiht! his eyes darken and everything before stalking closer to you to press his lips to yours tee hee. wait do y’all think he would… mmm. deep, slow thrusts while telling you-

“Say it again.”

[peggythestrange]

So, summing up what happened, Shen Yuan was now dead. and when he woke up, he found himself not only in the novel he despised so much when he was alive, but he was now about to meat the Peak Lords to be chosen as a disciple from one of them? Oh, bloody hell he didn't want to meet the scum villain himself, he was good like that, he already missed his phone and all the comforts of the modern era. He didn't liked the situation at all, but oh well he would have played his role just hoping that he would be still alive after that masquerade.

When he woke up in that frail body of a kid, he couldn't believe he died only to find himself in another damaged body. The kid was mute. He couldn't talk, he could just try to use the sign language to try expressing his needs and this was... annoying. How could he be chosen by a peak lord? For what? He was sure that he should have made himself noticeable among a lot of kids more talented than him. It could never happen.

But he tried anyway and... shocking everyone and against all expectations, it was Shen Jou who stood up and pointed at him with his elegant fan. Shen Yuan looked at him in disbelief. Great, the only person he wanted to avoid with all his might, he couldn't believe he was so unlucky.

"I want him." Said Shen Jiu, and everyone looked at him astonished. A lot of talented kids shown up and the other peak lords thought that Shen Jiu would have chosen the big boy strong and fierce fierce that had won every strength trial. But he had chosen, in fact, Shen Yuan. That frail mute kid so thin that you could see his bones even from under his clothes and so dirty that he would have pitied a beggar.

There was a kind of similarity in appearance between the two. Shust Shen Jiu was tall, with long chocolate-coloured hair and green eyes and Shen Yuan was of course short, with black hair shoulder-length and with eyes of the same colour. He was like.. an adorable tiny mouse.

"I like him. He's smart, and he can't talk. So he won't be an annoyance. So, if I like him, I'll take him. He's mine."

Shen Yuan wasn't sure he liked that statement. He felt like a cow on auction at the public market place and he couldn't stand it. Maybe his face was telling exactly that, because Shen Jiu looked at him, interested, tapping his lips with his fan. he didn't care anyway, the boy would come with him, in his sect and he. Would. Have. Been. His. Shizun. Whatever the cost.

Eventually, Shen Yuan followed the scum villain and promised himself that he would have done everything to avoid that man to do something nasty. Oh, if he thought he could break him, he was wrong! His chronical illness when he was alive did it so well, he couldn't do anything.

So he spent his days trying to get better and maybe he just wanted to make Shen Qingqiu proud of his choice, proud of him.

Shen Yuan liked his life, he couldn't deny it. And living in that place he discovered he had a talent. Yes, something nobody had. Despite being mute, he was gifted with great sensitivity and he could feel everything before it happened.

This is wonderful, he thought one time he was cleaning around sweeping the floors quietly Maybe I can do something for tha hopeless man with that gift of mine. What if I try to change something in the plot?

So Shen Yuan started wearing the shoes of the devoted disciple. Maybe he couldn't be anybody in that story, but maybe Shen Jiu would have listened to him more willingly if he had trusted him enough.

One day, Shen Qingqiu was undergoing a qi deviation and Shen Yuan feeling that something was wrong, ran in Shen Jiu room while he was shot through with terrible pain. He was undergoing to qi deviation and was trying to not flinch even if the pain was excruciating.

Shen Yuan didn't liked the scum villain, he hated him for choosing him and taking him to his sect. Yes, he was an annoyance for him... he was... oh damn, without even thinking he was kneeling in front of him, laying his head on his legs and squeezing his robes between his fingers so hard his knuckles whitened. Please Shen Qingqiu, please don't let it getting the better of you, he was thinking while trying to pass him some of his qi trying to regulate his a deviation. He felt so stupid, that person never asked for his help and never wanted it, so why he was worrking so fucking much for someone he didn't even care about?

Shen Yuan was praying for his shizun wellbeing without even knowing it and at some point, Shen Jiu started caressing the back of his head, slowly, gently. Shen Yuan didn't know the scum villain could be that gentle, but he was glad he started feeling better, while running his fingers through his hair.

"Thank you. I feel better. How did you know?"

From that day, Shen Yuan started taking care of him every day. He knew what living with pain meant so it wasn't a bother for him and it wasn't hard. Everything was going right.

So, just think what Shen Qingqiu thought when his head disciple started smiling so brightly to Binghe, blushing when that filthy beast complimented with him for his mind, and most of all, started taking care of him too. And when he noticed Binghe was reciprocating that frightening crush!!

[staarboyyy]

sugar coated

joe goldberg x gender neutral reader

18+ characters / scenarios - minors dni

> joe goldberg internal dialogue pov

tags / warnings ; dead dove do not eat, canon joe, stalking, knife play mention, suicide mention, caged reader, manipulation, gaslighting, kidnapping

summary ; youve been in and out of mooney's since you moved to new york - it was only a matter of time before you caught his eye.

word count ; 3.3k

a / n ; yatta yatta friendly reminder i use writing to explore dynamics among characters, any and all depictions of violence, sex or otherwise are over 18 and purely fictional. probs one of the darker things ive written but i tried to stay as true to canon as possible! thats it thats the warning

Well; Hello, you.

I'm ashamed to say I almost missed the sound of you coming into the store - You. You are a strange little thing, a dusty book reader. You've experienced life well, now you're wanting to look at it rather than keep trucking through it. Ready to settle down - No. No, you are a stranger. A stranger with a face that catches the subtle filtering light from the tan shades of Mooney's. The small hairs and creases in your cheeks refract the dust in the air, and your eyes, God, your eyes. Your teeth are tearing at your bottom lip, of course subconsciously because of how tight your attention is on the spines of the books. The intricate gold titles, your fingers pressing against them. Your nails are neat, but chewed to the quick. Maybe another subconscious habit you've picked up through the months of visiting my shop. You travel over the different winding isles, my eyes actually losing track while still hearing your soft hums. A habitual person by nature, pattern driven. The wondering thought of how your wet lips, freshly bitten up, would feel against mine infects me once more. How your bitten nails would scratch up my back.

You. Who are you? I've seen you again and again, and your earbuds stuffed hard in your ears make it no easy secret to pry open. You check out psychology books, thick fiction. House of leaves piqued my interest, a true mind ruining book consumer. How twisted does this interest run? You wear comfortable baggy clothes, these trips running into the deep evening of the city. You don't make changes for anyone around you, you don't present yourself like you are hunting to socialize - I assume so, considering that you've never texted or even checked your phone the hours you're here.

What are you listening to? What's your favorite music to read to? I want to pluck an earbud out, hearing your hums pause as those saucer eyes swim up to find mine.

No. Do not even start to think about this, fantasies at work is past a line even I have - Yet apart of me can't help but wonder, how easy it would be to pick you up. How your fingers would interlock with mine, gripping tight while my nose rests in the crook of your neck. Those collarbones, are you trying to kill me? Pulling off your sweatshirt, your stomach curving perfectly down, exposed just for a second before your shirt settles into place. Your arms, collar bones - Your voice. Oh Shit.

"Hello? Anyone home?" You tap infront of me, on my counter. Those nails. Golden rings tie over your middle fingers, and one other on your left pinkie. I was right, you do look good in a gold ring.

"Sorry - Checking out?" You nod silently, and i can't help my dissapointment. I want to hear more. "What are you listening to?" I can't stop myself.

Your voice is smooth, mid toned and not pitchy at all. A warm carmel, matching your low gaze. You nod, silently - I want to hear you speak again. For the first time in months, my eyes don't dart down to the title resting on the counter, but stay on you.

"Oh; Nothing, I just like having them in so nobody bothers me, y'know?" You smile wrly. And I realize how truly deep I'm in.

It was a fairy tale - Of course. He structured it just so you would feel like you walked in air in his presence. The pair of you were something of a spot in time waiting to happen, something your friends spoke of fate and your parents adored. Moving in was a choice made early; You couldn't deny you were still leeching from your parents here and there, your direction of life moving to drive you to chase yourself, truly find yourself. You insisted on independence, waving off your home state for New York after scraping together the funds to fix your rather squeaky car. A road trip, your explained to Joe as you sat across from him, the warmth of the coffee shop filling your chest as you took a slow breath. You missed home, it was a dull ache, and as if he could unstitch the furrow of your brow, break the seams of what you assumed was a practiced facade. He put his cold palm over the back of yours, resting in a squeezed fist as your words trailed off, gaze pooling into the coffee before you. It drew your attention, chest jumping at the soft motion, and also the fact his dark eyes never moved from yours, even as you looked away. Joe studied your expressions, lips tilted up, slightly parted as if he were practicing the words through his mind. But they never came to be voiced, not within your memory now.

Now - Those moments are smeared through a bleary grinding wail you can't seem to pry from your mind. The silence was the first thing you noticed, then the cold of cement against your hot face; Too hot. Sweat soaked your clothes against your body, peeling your flesh from the cold ground, eyes wrenching open in the flourecent lights that beamed overhead. Breaths choked from your throat, the suffocating stillness of the room sending a rigid chill through your pulse. You raced for answers, to fill the gaps and explain this very moment, saliva spilling over your bottom lip as you choked down air. Had you been breathing? You slammed a palm to your heart, the drumming againsy your ribs falling into place verbatim to your hazey mind beginning to clear.

You just wanted something else. Joe was kind, he considered every one of your feelings, took your words into meaning that you couldn't describe beyond absorption. He couldn't tear himself from you; And the independent part of you itched like an old dog, chewed at your ankle like an angry animal. Your friends began to see less of you, Joe showing up in the corner of your eyes; And one night you swore he was in your sleep paralysis. Looking back - He was definitely standing there. And you were wide awake.

"Joe - What the fuck is this? You are sick," You recall the desperation in your voice. The ringing in your head hurt the most, purely beyond belief. The edge of Alice in Wonderland, a hardback gifted to you from an ex boyfriend. The one you found under his mattress, blood gluing and sticking the pages together in a shrouded fresh red and dried brown mess. A cut space between the layers, and your ex boyfriends cracked cell phone. Your stomach twisted at the memory, the pain in your temples now drilling into your skull with the dull explanation. You fought to grab at your bearings, palms against the cement, taking staggering breaths as you looked around yourself. Glass. More glass, the vision of your disheveled face staring just as shocked to see you in this state. Asking the same questions, why are you here? The surgical hue of green soaked into the musty air, the cold biting at your fingertips, and sweat soaked skin.

"Joe?" You called into your own reflection, even the sight of his name on your lips causing your body to tense. You hoped you were wrong, hands palming at the glass to slowly stand up, eyes whirling around. A bed, a small shelf, a bucket. Books. "Joe! " A second time, the pang of your own voice against the glass echoing a digging sear into your head. The room was dark, it was impossible to tell from inside exactly where you were, aside from the blinding floodlight overhead, it shadowed every surrounding corner. You stilled, your gasps slowing to healthy breaths, chest stiff as your heart continued to hammer in anticipation.

Joe sits in a metal folding chair, just out of sight. He's been there, arms loosely crossed over his stomach, sleeves rolled up; Not looking at you, not quite looking at anything, his eyes glued to the space in front of him. His eyebrows twitched, thoughts barking through his ears, jaw tightening. Hearing your voice stirred him from this lifeless, corpse-esque thought spiral. He made no move to respond, only lifting his gaze to watch. Inspect. Piece together and take apart, watch your hands shake and chest swallow down the air, as if you'd run out.

Did you know this was going to happen? I understand. I honestly take it as a pass at my intelligence; Talking to your ex, promising him you will rid yourself of me? Why did this have to so suddenly change everything you saw so right about me? Was it the blood? Squeamish, I never took you as the type, especially not when you asked me to use a knife on you in bed. You think I forget those things? How different you were, while you were truly unsure of the man I was? Was it all a lie? A fantasy of yours, you infected my mind with? And you leave me? And, god, do you really think I'm that sick? That I'd let you run out of air? You're smarter than that.

"I'm glad you're alright," An exhaled chuckle, breaching the dark silence. The muffle of the glass twisted your sureness of his voice, hand coming to cup your ear; A slash of aching pain soared at your skull, prickling in hot pins against your temple and jaw. You hissed.

"I'm not fucking alright, what is going on!" You demanded, eyes shutting as you garnered the strength to rev your voice into a shuddering snarl. Silence, before a long dragging creak. The toes of his polished shoes came into sight past the shadow, as if the black ink spit him out. He sickened even the swell of darkness. He came to a stop, light casting heavy shadows over his face. He was dragging the metal chair behind his body, expression unreadable as he tilted his head off to the side. He inspected your wound from afar like an autopsy. You wanted to wretch.

"You have... A minor concussion," Joe's voice explained, seeping through the cracks of a sympathetic mask, eyebrows stiffly furrowing into a soft expression. You've seen it before, when you wept into his chest, when you cut your finger in the kitchen; Was that all just the means to this end? He smiled warmly, like you were a child who misspoke in class, demeaning. An 'I know better than you' twinge in brown eyes.

"Joe what the fuck is going on! Is this because of me texting my ex? Doesn't this just fucking prove what I was saying!" You shouted, the words managing to rip through the jagged stab of your ribs against your strained lungs. It stung your head, rattling your jaw bone, bringing a hand down to slam in punctuation against the glass. But he just sighed, slowly shaking his head as he took a seat on the chair. He leaned back, stretching his legs forward and crossing his ankles - You looked down at him now, fist shaking by your side as he watched you. Just watched, not reacted; Like an impenetrable force of bullshit, he just kept the same sympathetic smile.

"I'm not sick," He raised an index finger, lazily pointing in your direction. "You...have a concussion," You rolled your eyes, scoffing in a quiet hiss. He dropped his hand to rest on his thigh. "And I would like to be close enough to help you but," Joe took a slow inhale. "After how you blew up on me last night, I just,"

You couldn't belive the poision spilling from this vipers mouth, his eyes genuine as he spoke, explaining it as honestly as he knew how. He trailed off, eyes lulling around the room as he brought his shoulders up in a shrug, exhaling sharply. "I just want to know I can trust you," He brought up a hand, brushing the air away. "That is all this is,"

"This? is crazy." You spoke, eyebrows raising and glancing around, throat strained from screaming, demanding answers. "Fuck," You muttered, his presence something that you couldn't escape from any angle, the burning feeling of his gaze soaking into your skin tugged at your mind. You wanted to think, to plan.

"See, you keep on saying that; But I know you,"

"Don't,"

"I know you're smart; I don't know why you're panicking right now. I would never do anything to hurt you; I'm trying to help you, help us. He's nothing, you told me yourself," Joe spoke, the tension in his voice flowing like a rushing stream, rippling over your voice and drowning away hope of a retort. Your throat ached.

"I'm thirsty." You spoke, grayrocking his attempts to unstitch you between his fingers. A beat reached the pair of you, your eyes resting on his hands, refusing to let his gaze inspect your own. Slowly, you pushed off of the glass, walking cautiously around the large box. You kept one palm on the side of the wall, treading towards the door - Was it even worth trying? The small latch box beside it seemed less likely to get through, but more likely to actually open. You craned your mind for ideas, eyes lulling to the thin mattress on the bed.

"Good," Joe sighed out the words, as if he was holding the air in the room in his tightly wound fist. "That's - That's good," You can hear the creak of the metal, squealing backwards as he jumped to his feet. You didn't bother follow his shadow smear off into the rest of the darkness, staring at the image of yourself reflected in the glass. You sat slowly onto the mattress, lowering your aching body and mind down - You finally rest your back onto the wall, and your nerves scream at you; But you're too exhausted now to cry out, your throat dry and scraped. Click. Was he always so quiet? The small door of the latch closed, your eyes floating open. You didn't realize when you closed your eyes, the ice cold room coddling your bloody body, the swelling of your temple veins finally beginning to steady. Nonetheless, your lips parted, the skin chapped.

"Did you kill him," You breathed the words, the flicker of genuine curiosity crossing your tone as you lifted your head. Three water bottles stood in the glass latch box, your hesitation a moment of firey resistance. Dried tears tracked the tacky skin of your flushed cheeks, no moisture left in your body. You cried it all away. You felt like Eve in the garden, the snake offering out a promise of kindness, sanctity.

"Yes," The air was still. "But... You didn't let me explain anything before assuming the worst, and here we are. You're assuming again," Joe sounded - Dissapointed, lost in the fog of his own making.

Is that really what you think of me? Christ, I left you for fifteen minutes, to buy you cold water and ice packs. You think that I just do this for no vital reason? You didn't let me explain the book. I did this all for you, I kept this man from hurting you again, from breaking your heart like it was nothing. Now you fear the parts of myself you taught me to take pleasure in. And you take it all back? I did this all for us.

"What is there to explain, Joe?" You muttered dryly, voice hoarse. You might have been asleep longer than you thought, using your palms to steady yourself onto your feet. You lulled towards the box, the metal handle demeaning in its own way. The water bottles behind the glass dripped with condensation, pooling around one another. A flinch in the dark as you stumble, and you could have sworn you heard a sigh of relief when you opened the box.

Can't you see how worried I am? You have a concussion for God's sake - Your coordination is alright, all things considered. I knew you'd be scared, horrified at this, that's why I tried to protect you.

"I was protecting you," He's still in the dark, but his voice moves to watch you drink down the water. You chugged gluttonously, stomach twisting at being empty, but the cold water continued to plummet. After a moment, you breathe hard, water flecking from your lips. "Ever since we met... Things fell into place for you - Your ex finally backed off, your friends stopped pulling you into places and groups you hated," Joe stepped into the light, standing in front of the box, mirroring you. "I did all those things for you! Your job even,"

Your gut curdled. Your boss, an older man, being cut down from a banker to working alongside you in the grocery store - He made creepy remarks, but nothing you hadn't seen or been able to brush off. You mentioned it once to Joe, speaking of your boss' crude behavior and lack of manners, and the following week he passes; Suicide.

"You killed my fucking boss!"

"I got you a promotion! He was a pervert, someone who could really hurt you. Imagine if I wasn't here, for just one second, imagine how your life would be." Your throat clenched, hand grasping at the empty waterbottle with a squeaking crunch. Joe threw his eyebrows up, chin dipping off to the side, tilting down his eyes to your horrified expression. "I just wanted to keep you safe. I never wanted you to find these things - And you're making me into the monster," He blinked at your silence, wetting his lips as he sighed, shaking his head. He brought his hand to his face, pinching at the bridge of his nose.

I'm not thinking straight; If you had given me even just a day to prepare for this, I could have explained this all to you - You, I know you would understand. You have to. And you will, in time.

"I love you." It was almost convincing enough for you to believe, it sounded so close to the man you knew, the man who slow danced with you in your kitchen. You stood, shaking, in shock with a fist white knuckling, sweating. Just as Joe dipped back into the dark, there was a paused moment of relief. And hearing his steps echo up the stairs shot panic through your frozen chilled veins. When will he back? Will he be back?

Cold. Dark. When the lights shut off, you woke up. Ironic, though you knew Joe was still there. You could hear his shallow breathing, matching the slow rise and fall of your own body - You couldn't sleep the moment you were swallowed into the dark, grouped into blindness with him. But better to feign being asleep than to hear his voice from every angle of your skull, bouncing, echoing. Was this it? Death, you thought. No chance of sleep, no use in moving. You had finished the water hours ago, yet the knawing hunger in your stomach stabbed into your gut hard. A growl rolled through your body, trying to tighten yourself into an impossibly smaller ball. To be loved by Joe Goldberg, is to be defiled. And he insisted on watching every single part of you break.

I know you aren't asleep, but it's okay you don't want to talk. Every couple goes through hard patches - I'm being put on the couch tonight, but you'll apologize, you'll come to know that people do bad things for the people they love. Love is more important than anything; It extends past our abilities to comprehend these social morals implanted in our heads. You're smart, you always wanted to fight against these "social norms", so why are you fighting how I want to love you? I'm giving you everything, begging you to give me just a word. Anything, I miss your voice. I hurt you, hit you - I understand if you hate me. But I can't give up, not on you, not on us. All I ever wanted to do, for you, is to take care of you; And at least this way, I finally can.

[lightningant]

I honestly want to get into tomarry but I have a trouble figuring out why exactly tom would he attracted to harry. we already have ample proof given in CoS and HBP why harry (even at the surface level of physical attraction) could be attracted to tom. not to mention this is the guy that has defined the entire course of your life of course hes gonna be interested. but for tom if we remove the horcrux from the equation he doesn’t have any compelling reason to be attracted to harry. like in this case I even this ron/tom or tomione works better because, for ron/tom it was literally ron who was calling tom out on his bs in CoS while both harry and hermione fell for it. so theres interesting tension there. and for tomione they can be insufferable know it alls together. the connect w harry from toms side just isnt there in my mind? maybe im getting it wrong which is why I wanted to ask for your thoughts.

The Book Series. "What would attract him to Harry" he is already fixated on Harry one must simply extrapolate from there?

(note on a lot of these: Voldemort and Harry's feelings are repeatedly presented as reciprocal for prophesy reasons: "Neither can live while the other survives" refers to the mutualism of their obsession.)

“Here is your singing valentine: His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad, His hair is as dark as a blackboard. I wish he was mine, he’s really divine, The hero who conquered the Dark Lord."

^ Not confirmed to be him, but this valentine is weirdly mean-spirited and uses "Dark Lord" - a term only used by those loyal to Voldemort, a fact that is first established in this very book - both strange elements considering it was sent by Ginny. So I am willing to say with my whole chest Lord Voldemort has canonically sent Harry Potter a valentine.

" There is nothing special about you, after all. I wondered, you see. There are strange likenesses between us, after all. Even you must have noticed. Both half-bloods, orphans, raised by Muggles. Probably the only two Parselmouths to come to Hogwarts since the great Slytherin himself. We even look something alike ...”

“By attempting to kill you, Voldemort himself singled out the remarkable person who sits here in front of me, and gave him the tools for the job! It is Voldemort’s fault that you were able to see into his thoughts, his ambitions, that you even understand the snakelike language in which he gives orders, and yet, Harry, despite your privileged insight into Voldemort’s world (which, incidentally, is a gift any Death Eater would kill to have), you have never been seduced by the Dark Arts, never, even for a second, shown the slightest desire to become one of Voldemort’s followers!”

Voldemort did not speak, but prowled in a circle, and Harry knew that he kept him temporarily mesmerized.

At that moment, he felt that nobody mattered but Voldemort. It was just the two of them.

Voldemort had frozen where he stood, but his red eyes had found Harry, and he stared as Harry moved toward him, with nothing but the fire between them.

“He took your blood believing it would strengthen him. He took into his body a tiny part of the enchantment your mother laid upon you when she died for you. His body keeps her sacrifice alive, and while that enchantment survives, so do you and so does Voldemort’s one last hope for himself.”

"What you must understand, Harry, is that you and Lord Voldemort have journeyed together into realms of magic hitherto unknown and untested."

And of the hundreds in the Hall, nobody seemed to breathe but they two.

"You sound like Lucius. Neither of you understands Potter as I do."

“I thought he would come,” said Voldemort in his high, clear voice, his eyes on the leaping flames. “I expected him to come.”

"The Order of the Phoenix is finished. You-know-who's won, it's over, and anyone who's pretending different's kidding themselves. It'll never be safe for you here, Potter, he wants you too badly."

As he said it, a vivid picture formed in Harry's mind of Ginny in a white dress, marrying a tall, faceless, and unpleasant stranger. In one spiraling moment it seemed to hit him: Her future was free and unencumbered, whereas his…he could see nothing but Voldemort ahead.

^ The fact Harry tends to think of his girlfriend when up against Voldemort is a subject of great interest to me because like...about to cross some wires there buddy.

But I can explain it too:

The power of Harry's capacity for love is something he cannot understand and does not want to understand, but he also prides himself in his comprehension of Harry and his motives. Love is strangely high-priority in this nigh-cosmic battle of good and evil. Lord Voldemort spends an enormous amount of time and effort trying to find the thing that will conquer Harry, and as satisfying as it is for the villain to repeatedly refuse the obvious option because of how lowly he views it, he repeatedly mutilated himself for power. If love conquers all he'd be willing to investigate it, and only like, his closest and most intimate companion (Bella) and the only person he views as his equal (Harry) are options here.

And they're foils. Obviously. Voldemort's flaws are counterbalanced by Harry's virtues, and vice-versa. They are extremely compatible in order to better contrast why they're the ones who have to have this fight - this is why big bad/hero and enemies-to-lovers ships tend to pop off the way they do, and why Hark a Vagrant 327 immediately makes sense to everyone who reads it:

As for why Tomarry as peers is popular - uhm. I hate to say this but reader insertable boy pursued by dreamy bad boy dark romance tropes fit them good. I hate these fics so I'll give you my own personal take instead

Voldemort is obsessed with Meaning and Symbols. His very name is a symbol of a legacy contained within only himself. All his horcruxes are about meaning, that's what book 6 is about. He has an obsessive tendency to narrativize his own existence, and Harry is a really weird addition to his narrative!

Let's do CoS, because it's the only time Tom's young self and Harry share a room, so it's the only point of reference on how young Tom handles Harry. note the timing of when Tom switches up on him, and when he does it - in Harry's hands he tries to present himself as a friend and ally in the investigation, and Harry ignores him. For weeks. He says he was mad at Ginny for stealing him back, but the first thing he does when he's back in Ginny's hands is attack Harry's closest non-pureblood friend. He then traps Ginny in the Chamber - which he knows only Harry can enter at this point - and demands to be told what Harry's role in his narrative is, and it's when Harry says "there is no narrative, my mum just casted a good enchantment, you are fucking crazy" that he tries to kill him. When he comments about all the things he noticed about the two of them, he is doing so because he is upset! He's like oh [scoffs] I don't care about how you're a dark reflection of me [scoffs] you're so insignificant [tosses hair] that we're so perfectly mirrored meaningless to me actually [scoffs again] kill him basilisk since he's so negligible to my story obviously

This, of course, makes Harry's status as a horcrux absolutely crack cocaine to Voldemort. The narrative innate to this is electrifying for him. He wouldn't be able to get enough of him, it would flip his brain on love instantly, because now love is something a part of his soul will harness for him. He would tantrum, he would cajole, he would be vulnerable and he would rage, all of his energy he put into conquering Harry would be localized into keeping them attached. I don't like soulmate AUs at all, but I have a singular Tomarry exclusion to this rule because Voldemort is so crazy about Cosmic Meaning he would structure his entire personality around it. It's really funny. I love to watch him go. I'll read 1000 soulmate AUs just to relive the reveal of how hysterical it made him for 5 to 50 years. Tom wildly misinterpreting the horcrux bond also does it for me but that trope isn't nearly as common :(

And that it's Harry is so important. Harry is his diametric opposite, remember. Dumbledore says Harry is pure of heart, but Harry is more like...unerringly practical and grounded. Like how hobbits resist the One Ring. He believes in earning acclaim, in mutual respect, in the power of love, and in protecting others. Power (and exertion of that power) is something that grates on him. He is not the type of person to enjoy power fantasy stories. He doesn't build narratives, he takes things as they are. It's significant that his understanding of Voldemort runs so deep and primal that he is willing to accept the overarching narrative that they are destined enemies, that he is the only one with the power to strike him down.

I think they go perfectly together because Harry sees Voldemort's foundation, the scrappy underdog Tom Riddle, and thinks "this is who I'm up against" instead of viewing it as a weakness to exploit or a portent of future evil. He brings Voldemort back to earth, humanizes him, and faces him as who he is, as an equal.

I have covered Tom's compatibility with the Golden Trio previously. Tomione doesn't real.

[edenianprincess]

INTRO !!      ❤︎ ׄ                                               Dialogues Intros .ᐟ

Dialogues intros about characters’ relationships with a gender neutral!reader. Characters chosen are Reptile, Liu Kang, Mileena and Kung Lao. Content warning: Slight suggestive theme in Kung Lao’s and one in Mileena. Please, respond to the poll at the end!

Syzoth ! Mirror dialogues You: There's no way I have a clone. You: I'm here to bring Reptile back to Shang Tsung.

You: So, you’re the shape shifter? You: It was difficult to accept my two forms, but Syzoth helped me.

Reptile: How can you move on from your dead family so easily? Reptile: Stop plaguing my mind! I have to fight these thoughts.

Syzoth ! At each other

You: Do you think you can beat me without using your other form? Reptile: With you? I don’t think I can contain the beast within me.

You: Why is your tail wiggling? Reptile: I don't know what are you talking about, my dear.

You: Do you need my aid to end the Zaterrans' conspiracy? Reptile: I appreciate the thought, but only I can infiltrate them.

Reptile: Is this warm bloods’ way of courting? You: No, I just want to spend time with you.

Reptile: Zaterra isn’t a place for you to visit. You: I want to visit your bullies not the place.

Reptile: If I had known I was going to fight you, I would have been more worried. You: By you hurting me or because you know I’m going to win?

Syzoth ! With other characters

General Shao: A warm blood and a Zaterran? How amusing. Reptile: Do you feel envy because nobody wants you, General?

You: I’ll gift your head to Syzoth. Shang Tsung: If it weren’t for me, he would still be with his wife.

Shang Tsung: I see that you have a new partner, if only I- Reptile: You will die before threatening me again!

You: Thank you for Syzoth’s promotion, Empress. Mileena: Now, can you stop harassing me with that?

Johnny: Imagine a movie about you and Y/n, a Beauty and the Beast type of story. Reptile: What is this story about, Johnny?

Kenshi: You kiss a guy who eats bugs? You: Never after dinner.

Kung Lao: No other’s skills will impress you more than mine. Reptile: Sorry, Kung Lao, but I do not think you can beat Y/n on that.

Kung Lao: Syzoth told me that I wouldn’t be able to beat you in a fight. You: And still you didn’t listen?

Liu Kang ! Mirror dialogues

You: You’re not with Liu Kang in your timeline? You: His heart is only dedicated to Kitana.

You: For Liu Kang’s sake! Who are you? You: You should go ask him.

Liu Kang: We can’t both exist in a singular timeline. Liu Kang: Y/n would beg to differ.

Liu Kang ! At each other

You: I’m going to make you fall on your knees, this time. Liu Kang: I have no doubt about this, dearest.

You: You know you can’t blame yourself for every tragedy. Liu Kang: It still hurts me when they happen.

You: How am I supposed to win against you? Liu Kang: By exploiting my weaknesses, you know them very well.

Liu Kang: There's no need to push yourself beyond your limits. You: Just one more round, okay?

Liu Kang: You shall be rewarded after this fight. You: Is it what I have in mind?

Liu Kang: We need to be prepared if we interfere with another timeline again. You: No need to hide that you want to spend some time together.

Liu Kang ! With other characters

Geras: Your relationship with Y/n was unexpected. Liu Kang: Even I couldn’t help but fall for their charms.

You: C’mon Geras, you know him more than me. Geras: I do not know what Liu Kang wants for his birthday.

Kitana: I didn’t think of you wanting someone after centuries of being alone. Liu Kang: Love can change greatly one’s perspective.

Kitana: Liu Kang is a very mysterious man. You: Makes him hot, doesn’t it?

General Shao: Your love for weaklings like your champions and partner is utterly pathetic. Liu Kang: Your lack of strong bonds is why you lose every time.

Shang Tsung: How can you be so sure Liu Kang isn’t manipulating you for his own interest? You: You mean, just like what you’re doing right now?

Johnny: A demi-God? Damn, Y/n hit the jackpot. Liu Kang: I would say I am the one who did.

Kung Lao: You’re wayyyyy out of Lord Liu Kang’s league. You: Are you somehow jealous?

Mileena ! Mirror dialogues

You: Your Mileena is a clone? You: If you mean an abomination then yes.

You: I’ll kill you slowly then I’ll replace you. You: You won’t infiltrate the court again, Shang Tsung!

Mileena: I can spoil Y/n more than you. Mileena: Spoil them with your death!

Mileena ! At each other

You: You're the strongest princess l've ever seen. Mileena: Are you implying you have met others?

You: What a killer smile you have. Mileena: All the better to kiss you with.

You: Your mother won’t let you a moment to breath. Mileena: That’s why I’m happy when I’m with you.

Mileena: Urg.. Why do we have to fight more? You: We can take this fight somewhere else if you wish.

Mileena: I don’t want to hurt you if I lose control. You: You won’t, I know you can control it.

Mileena: You will fall head over heels for me again! You: Challenge accepted.

Mileena ! With other characters

Kitana: I know you love them, but you need to think of your imperial duties first. Mileena: I can handle more things at once than you think.

Kitana: Tarkat is taking over my sister more and more. You: We will fight it together with her.

Sindel: Did you think I wouldn't know about you sneaking out with Y/n? Mileena: These treacherous guards, I'll have their heads!

You: Is this fight necessary, Empress? Sindel: To test if you're worth my daughter.

Mileena: I entrust you for the security of the royal wedding. Li Mei: As Sun Do's First Constable and a friend, I can’t feel more honored.

Li Mei: You must be ready to protect the Empress. You: Are you doubting me, Li Mei?

Baraka: Don’t let your lover be inflicted with Tarkat. Mileena: Never in my life will I let them be inflicted with this pain!

General Shao: I’ll take rightfully the throne from Mileena. You: You can steal the throne but, you can’t steal her ruling competence.

Kung Lao ! Mirror dialogues

You: Is this a nightmare? You: No, this is Kung Lao’s dream.

You: So your Kung Lao disappeared just in a snap? You: You can say that.. yes.

Kung Lao: The man who wins gets to date Y/n. Kung Lao: Can’t we let them choose? Or are you afraid because I’m the most handsome?

Kung Lao ! At each other

You: Someone should put you in your place. Kung Lao: I wouldn’t mind, but only if you’re the one doing it.

You: You need to train harder if you want to be the champion. Kung Lao: If it means that I’ll win with you below me, then I agree.

You: Is this a date? Kung Lao: Only if you wish it to be.

Kung Lao: Don’t get too distracted by my face while fighting. You: It will be my first target.

Kung Lao: So, what should we dare? You: I’m sure you have plenty of ideas.

Kung Lao: Don’t you feel a certain tension between us? You: I would, if it weren’t for the monks watching us.

Kung Lao ! With other characters

Kung Lao: Told you, I’ll get them for a date. Raiden: I couldn’t be happier for you.

You: You got a crush on Outworld’s Princess and you didn’t tell me! Raiden: Kung Lao told my secret to everyone, didn’t he.

Raiden: The monks said you shouldn't let your dating life distract you from training. Kung Lao: Pff.. What do they know about love?

Sub-Zero: Your weak lover would have died if I didn't hold back. You: Call him weak all you want, but at least he can admit defeat without whining.

Kung Lao: Y/n is watching us, time to show them what I can do. Johnny: It’s going to be hilarious when I beat you.

You: Do you think Kung Lao will one day become champion? Liu Kang: If he continues to do well, plus with you by his side, I have no doubts.

Kenshi: I can’t believe there is someone that you love more than yourself. Kung Lao: If you were to meet them, you’d understand.

Reptile: Kung Lao wanted me to scare you off with my invisibility. You: He probably thought that I’d jump into his arms and ask for his protection.

‘𝓣𝐇𝐄 𝓔𝐍𝐃  Please don’t copy/translate and don’t reblog if you’re a yand3r3 blog/reblog account, or you’ll be blocked. Besides that, likes/reblogs/comments are appreciated.  For those who don’t get the second mirror dialogue for Kung Lao, he died in the previous timeline by getting his neck snapped.

[celtrist]

Hazbin & Helluva Vs. Aromanticism

(Aka: I have a problem with the Spindlehorse team about this, not shippers.)

(Also this is mainly about Alastor but can go for Octavia and Mammon too.)

Alright, so I've cleaned up this uh... rant, to make things a little more clear hopefully. But to summarize here, this is about the team's lack of commitment when every other character is allowed full confirmation of their orientations but these (potentially) aromantic characters aren't.

While I have no beef with shippers (I think you can ship whoever with whoever you want, I ship Alastor too on occasion), there is some conversation about how the fandom might be a bit of a reason WHY they "can't" be confirmed as aro. But again, my main problem is more with the showrunners than the fandom at this point about this.

I'll also be getting into why it's "important" and the double standards against characters being aromantic.

This is not an attack, ship however way you wish (again, I do it myself). My intent isn't really to stop the shipping, that would be ridiculous. But more so to give my thoughts on why it's BS characters like Alastor can't be confirmed as aromantic when other characters are allowed confirmed orientations.

I will start off by saying I don't mind the shipping of Alastor. While it's NOBODY'S business but mine, I suppose it's important to clarify that I'm someone who does currently identify as aroace. I might be wrong but who cares, it's how I think of myself now at least to some degree (I do after all still have fictional crushes. Real-life romance is not an interest for me though, don't like 'em).

I'm gonna get what I don't think people talk about enough on both sides of being for and against shipping Alastor, and then I'll talk about the shippers as they're (I realized) not my main issue at this point.

A little history: So Alastor has been long time confirmed as an ace character. He hasn't been confirmed as being sex-repulsed or anything, but I can personally say I don't mind either flavor of him being repulsed or favorable (though I imagine the series will lean towards the former to counter everyone else's sex-favorable attitude and for jokes). This statement was initially taken VERY poorly by fans who, at the time, were shipping radiodust and radiobelle/charlastor, one more than the other. Care to take a guess which? The answer will not surprise you.

But then people realized "Oh, asexual doesn't mean he COULDN'T get with someone" and people even went further to "Being asexual doesn't mean he CAN'T have sex", both very true statements. So shipping was back on the menus boys! And his asexual was certainly blurred a bit (to the point where it wasn't even him being sex-favorable asexual as much as just not asexual, something that still happens but certainly not as bad). But overall, people were taking his canonicity as asexual with as much grace as a duck.

So here's where MY problem comes in. While I have some gripes with shippers, I had an epiphany that "Oh. It's not really the shippers I have a problem with. It's the people WRITING THE DAMN CHARACTER". Which, might I just say, is so much worst.

The shippers, while they got annoying at some points and certainly can be still, are just having fun. Because shipping just happens to be the way most people like to interact with characters in the media they're into. Hell, I am no different. I just have the misfortune of only really getting into rarepairs most of the time (curse you my bizarre tastes). I've even shipped with Alastor, I like AngelicSmile/radiojoy quite a bit.

Back on track. Now, what do I mean by my main problem being with the writers more than the fans with this? Well, queue this darling of a clip about the topic (this is the only clip I've found of the live stream, feel free to watch the whole video but just wanted the clip here).

This. Single. Clip. Infuriates me.

Vivzi, while I'm sure not meant to, pretty much implied "Alastor being aromantic and 'non-shippable' would ruin people's fun". I'm sure she meant it as a way to keep others from policing shippers (which didn't work, it still happens), it really just reads as "a character being aromantic is not a fun character". Like there's something wrong with being aro.

Not to mention some other things that would contradict this statement:

Viv in the past said "fans are allowed to ship outside character orientations", so... what makes that so different here with confirming Alastor as aromantic?

It being confirmed is not relevant to the plot. Great, so is every other orientation not relevant. Why can't Alastor be confirmed as aromantic but Vaggie can be confirmed as a lesbian or Vox bi? What does Vox being bisexual have to do with the plot? Neither is relevant to the plot, but one can be confirmed but not the other?

People were gonna ship him ANYWAY. Like, there's really no point in pretending. They were going to anyway because of the first point I already mentioned, but also people ship against canon orientations ALL THE TIME. It's just gonna happen and there's nothing wrong with that in of itself.

You've kind of just implied it's canon by not wanting to say specifically him being aromantic is canon or not. If Viv had just said "I don't wanna confirm his romantic orientation because...", then this statement would be fine and fair I suppose. But she had to call out him being aromantic specifically. And I mean, he COULD be something else (he was slated to be a couple with Mimzy originally after all), but the context doesn't seem like that would be the case. Plus, would she really feel the need to hold back from saying "Alastor is homoromantic" or biromantic or heteroroman- actually yes for that last one probably.

So riddle me this, with these points, why the FUCK would it be so wrong to confirm Alastor as a canonically aromantic icon and help get MORE REP for this very very very VERY underrepresented orientation? And I've thought of a few reasons to this, one of which being to avoid the same backlash that they got for Alastor being ace. Which, DID HAPPEN WHEN THE VOICE ACTOR AND SOMEONE ELSE ON THE SHOW CONFIRMED ALASTOR AS AROMANTIC BUT BACKTRACKED ON THE STATEMENT.

To which, fine. THAT'S on the fans (especially as no one would've complained if he was confirmed as homoromantic, which is a double standard VERY PRESENT in this fandom, but also many others quite honestly). But I can see another reason is to avoid others policing shippers about it.

Which, if that's the case, shit luck it's happening anyway.

To cower away from this orientation because of fans being upset says a lot, both about the fans and the creators. There is a whisper of "Alastor isn't allowed to be aromantic". That "being aro isn't allowed or appreciated".

We live in a world that at this point has a lot more lgbtq+ characters than ever before. At this point, there's just a lot of gay/lesbian and bi characters, and that's wonderful. But, there's barely a handful of aroace characters. And when they are, nobody wants to pay attention to that part of the character. So why can't the deer man be aromantic? I would imagine it would honestly make things a little better ship wise because ship wars wouldn't occur seeing as, well, there's no ship to be fought for. None of them could be canon.

So you might see where I'm leading into this, but I can only really think of one real reason Alastor being aromantic just "can't be confirmed" where as everyone else's orientations can be.

His popularity. Like, that's weird but walk with me here. Alastor is the most popular character in the fandom. There's honestly no denying it, he just is. And what do people do with the most popular character?

THEY SHIP THEM OFF IN A LOVEBOAT.

But wait, if he's aromantic, he can't be on a love boat. THIS IS BS-

And then... the outcry. And we HAVE seen this happen. I mentioned before, he was stated to be aromantic on two occasions by two people who work on the show, one of which is his voice actor (which I'll be fair, I personally don't think VAs always know the characters they play the best, that's the writers). But they had to backpedal because people DID complain. People WERE upset. So it's kind of shown just aromantism isn't really welcomed, at the very least not for a character like Alastor.

And that's the key: "Not for a character like Alastor". But if it were say, Niffty or Mimzy who are either overlooked or just not very popular, THEN it's probably more than okay for a character to be aromantic. Because no one wants to ship with them much, so they can be aromantic all they want.

AKA. The aro community is allowed the scraps but not the dinner.

At this point, you've probably noticed I switched gears from the creators to the fans because I DO think they could be a reason why Alastor "can't" be confirmed as Aromantic. I'll give credit, I'm pretty sure it's mainly on twitter and wouldn't be surprised if it was a "loud minority" thing going on, but the people have spoken. They vehemently cannot STAND the idea of Alastor being aromantic.

But I don't have a problem with these people quite honestly- I mean I kinda do, but my main issue is the lack of commitment when the other characters are allowed confirmed orientations. Why can't aromantic people get confirmed rep? Because "it'll ruin people's fun?" That's such a crappy reason because it's just saying being aro is bad on some level or isn't okay. Why can't the aromantic community get the dinner this ONE TIME? It's one character in a pool of many others that are canonically gay or bi, so why can't the aro community have this ONE popular character?

I'm not even asking for people to stop shipping him, I think that's perfectly FINE. It wouldn't change the canon. I'd appreciate more LOVE given to the aromantic identity (and I'm talking about the far end of it, so absolutely NO interest in romance as many have used aro Alastor but it still comes off as just normal shipping, but that's just me). There's such a double standard to the treatment of aromantic characters to the other characters in these shows (because Octavia and Mammon are in the same boat here), and the reasons given are so crappy that they sound more like off-hand excuses.

Again, I don't MIND people shipping Alastor, or Octavia, or Mammon who is randomly shipped with Adam the most. Let me repeat:

YOU. ARE. ALLOWED. TO. SHIP. THESE. CHARACTER.

But what I have a problem with is that these characters aren't allowed to be OFFICIALLY aromantic. How would it feel if this was a gay character? That they didn't want to confirm it but there's been indications with past statements and even in-universe stuff indicating so? I WANT Viv and her team to STICK with what route they were gonna go with.

And some might argue "what's so bad with nothing being confirmed?" Other than the fact every other character's orientations are allowed confirmation and Viv's crappy way of putting it in not confirming anything. There's, by all technicalities, nothing wrong.

However, if I may pose a counter, why is it fair for people to demand or ask for gay representation or confirmation but not aromantic? Because it's "not ruining anything"? If that's the case, I'm inclined to say that may be a bit aphobic. Because how is it that a character being aromantic can "ruin" the character or something, but a character being gay DOESN'T "ruin" the character. It's a double standard that I don't think most people realize or want to say because you don't want to be dissing on gay stuff.

But WAKE UP SHEEPLE. The gay stuff has PLENTY of things by this point. Whether through fan works or official media, it is growing and it is growing rapidly. And we should be HAPPY about that. But alternatively, Aromantic (and asexual) rep BARELY gets any attention in either fan works or official media. People would be UPSET if a ship like Angel Dust X Vaggie or Stolas X Verosika got into one of the top most popular ships. But Alastor? Nah, it's fine.

Again, while I don't mind the shipping itself, hopefully, you can understand how it might feel to see one of the most popular ships involve a character that goes against their orientation and it's YOUR orientation. It doesn't. Feel. Great.

And not everyone who ships Alastor even would LIKE him to end up with who they ship. Some people just like it staying in fanon. I have met SO MANY nice people who ship Alastor with characters that I personally don't really like him shipped with. But it's clear that I don't think THEY'D mind if he was confirmed aromantic because it doesn't change their life. They'll still keep shipping him because that's fun for them and that's FINE. People explore themselves through characters with confirmed orientations and they don't always line up with canon, and that's FINE. I don't think people should be policed on shipping with the deer man, they're just having fun. Would I appreciate a little more love for the aro identity? Sure (I mean just look at Alastor's ship weeks activeness vs. his aro week activeness), but if that's not how people have fun they shouldn't be forced to do stuff with it.

But Alastor being seemingly "not allowed" to be confirmed as aro has set a precedent that there's something wrong with being aromantic. And personally, it makes me feel a tad unwelcomed sometimes.

It's the precedents. Again, why is every other character's orientation allowed to be confirmed but Alastor's isn't? What is so wrong with him being aromantic? Hell, he might not even BE aromantic. But at least I'd KNOW instead of floundering around hoping upon a star for some aromantic representation.

It's okay to be gay but- WHOA HOLD YOUR HORSES THERE. WE'RE GONNA HAVE TO PUT A PAUSE IN THAT ARO BUSINESS YOU GOT THERE.

A character's worth is in how shippable they are. And if they're aromantic, they're not shippable. And unfortunately, there are just enough people to throw a hissy fit about it that Viv doesn't want to confirm it.

Because apparently being aromantic would "ruin" things.

[gublershrry]

Every Breath You Take • B.E.

Part 2! Part one here

Summary: idk read part 1 first

Warnings: psycho!billie, murder, violence, no smut but sexual tension

A/n: eh idk how i feel ab this but i might lowkey make this a series cus i love writing psycho!billie its so fun. PLS comment if you would be at all interested in that!!

If nobody is gonna read it I’m not gonna plan out a whole series so either leave a comment or leave an anon or something! Also i like that attention so everyone should comment or leave an anon anyways 😊

It had been 2 weeks after your boyfriend died. 2 weeks of confusion and sadness. 2 weeks of you being horrified of what happened and if you were next. The police found his body in what they said was “the most gruesome and awful” condition. The thought that someone could do this was terrifying to you. You couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that someone could do this to another human. You were grieving.

The only person that seemed to understand was your neighbor, Billie.

When you got the news of his passing, you were outside watering your flowerbed. Immediately you broke down, sobbing loudly in your front lawn. Embarrassing, yes, but you couldn’t help it. Billie happened to be outside working out. It’s like she was always there when you needed her most, you thought. She saw you crumble to the ground and quickly took her headphones off, running across the street to your aid.

“Hey, hey, baby what happened?” You hear her behind you, her hands on your shoulder. Her thumbs rubbed soothing circles into your shoulder blades. You were able to stutter through your cries that the police had contacted you.

You told her your boyfriend had been murdered.

You heard Billie sigh, and then she leaned in to kiss the top of your spine.

“I’m so sorry, angel. Let’s go inside, hm? I’ll make you coffee. You need to relax.”

So you let her bring you inside, let her fix you up a cup of coffee and some snacks, and you both sat on your couch, turning on the news to see if there was anything about the murder. You snuggled up into Billie’s arm, unable to sit alone to watch it.

You couldn’t be alone. You needed her. You needed Billie.

So when the news said there were no leads, and it seemed to be so animalistic that they thought wolves could’ve done it, Billie snuggled you tighter.

She knew she wouldn’t get caught. She’d been pulling this off for years. Why would they get her now? And even if this matched the M.O. from her past murders, she’s in a new state, a new town, and it had been 2 years.

Plus, they always blamed it on the animals in the woods. That’s why she always picked rural places to move to.

So while you used Billie to cope for the next few weeks, you really started to fall for her. She would scratch your back, comforting you when you were sad. You even opened up to her about your personal life. Your family, your job, even how your ex (can you say that now?) boyfriend was abusive.

Of course, Billie knew all of this already. She knew everything about you. But you didn’t need to know that. Instead, she’d hum, stroking your hair and telling you that you can trust her. And you could, because she was really starting to fall for you too. Everything was perfectly falling into place. Finally, she could have you to herself.

“Come over to mine tonight.” Billie said softly, leaving your house one morning after you made her pancakes and hot chocolate. You smiled. You had never been to her house. You didn’t really think anything of it, you didn’t feel like she was hiding anything from you, but you were excited. You finally got to see more of her. It made you happy.

“I’m off work at 6, is that okay?”

She smiles, gently grabbing your face to kiss your forehead.

“I don’t want to wait that long, but I guess I will. Want me to pick you up from work?” You chuckle. How did you get so lucky? The girl was so sweet, she was perfect.

“If you want, but I don’t want you going all tha-”

Billie cuts you off.

“I want. I’ll see you at 6, angel.”

And so you went off to work, and she walked home.

And for the next 7 hours of her day, she did nothing.

She wondered her house way too many times, perfecting each picture frame and candle and dusting off every surface. She wanted you to love it there. She wanted it to be like another home to you. Finally, 5:00 came around. She went to get ready, showering and doing her hair. She changed her clothes, putting on something comfortable but stylish, and got into her car. You texted her the address earlier in the day, but she already knew it.

As she drives towards your work, she stops at a small drive thru coffee shop, getting you a little pick me up. She pulled into your job parking lot at 5:58, parked, and waited patiently. When she sees you come out of the doors, she smiles to herself. Even when you were exhausted, you looked beautiful. As soon as you get in the car, you spot the coffee Billie got you, and you can’t wipe your smile off of your face.

“Thank you Billie, I had a really bad day.”

Billie’s heart clenches.

“Wanna talk while I drive us home? I’m all ears for you.”

And she really was all ears, turning down the music as you rant about some shitty coworker who made your life a living hell. It wasn’t that bad, but after the past few weeks, it was really your final straw. Billie doesn’t say anything, she just listens and nods her head after every few sentences.

“But, it’s okay though, ‘cause now I’m with you!” You say, smiling with your teeth on full display. Billie looks at you, and she feels her heart race.

“I’ll make your day better, sweetheart. Just wait ‘til we get home.”

As soon as you two walk in the door and you set down your purse on her kitchen island, you admire her house. It really is beautiful. It feels so homey; the family photos, pictures of her childhood pets, her and friends on various vacations. You walk around, taking in all of the plants she had scattered around, and all of the color that she used while decorating.

“You like it?” She asks, standing by the table.

“It’s gorgeous. You really have a knack for interior design!”

Billie just chuckles and walks up behind you, gently putting her hands on your waist, resting her chin on your shoulder.

“Wanna get a bit more comfortable?”

You turn around, smiling, and ask for a pair of pajama pants. She comes back with 2 pairs in different colors - one pink and one black - and a tank top for you as well.

“Take your pick. The bathroom to change is down that hallway and to the left.” She points.

You bite your lip, thinking about how she might react if you just changed in front of her. You know it’s not that crazy, I mean friends change in front of each other all the time, but you wanted her to know how you felt. You wanted her to know your body. You wanted her to think you’re sexy.

You wanted her.

As she turned to walk into the kitchen, getting something to drink, you turn your back to her. You start with your shirt, lifting it over your head slowly. You can hear the water coming out of the fridge, so you can’t tell if she’s watching yet. You slide the tank top on, and move to your pants.

You unbutton them, and then lean forward, slowly peeling them down your legs. You hear the water glass hit the counter harshly, making you jump.

“Couldn’t make it to the bathroom?” You hear Billie ask sarcastically.

“Thought you’d wanna see, I’m sorry.” You say shyly, not turning around but instead bending over farther, your ass on plain display in the cutest pair of heart-covered panties.

“Well, I never told you to stop.” She says. You can hear her pull out a barstool, presumably sitting down to watch you.

Billie’s head is spinning. She had no idea how dirty you really were. I mean, she watched you from the window, doing this exact same thing, but now that it was right in front of her? Truly for her? She was going to have an aneurysm.

You pull on the pink pajama pants, slightly jumping to get them over your butt. When you bend back down to pick up your clothes, you feel Billie’s presence behind you. She lightly traces her finger down your spine as you’re bent over in front of her, and you freeze. You feel her crotch connect to your ass. Her finger goes all the way down to the waistband of your underwear, and she toys with it, lifting it so it snaps back down onto your sensitive skin. You jump.

“You’re so pretty.” She whispers. She hears your breath pick up.

“You think so?”

“I know so, baby. Now let’s go watch a movie.” She pats your ass, making you yelp, and you hear her breathe out a laugh at the noise.

If it were up to Billie, she would’ve had you in about 12 positions already. But she wants to take her time with you. She wants to do it right. She needs to.

You both move to the couch, and you snuggle up next to her as she chooses something to watch. When you both decide on a show, you wiggle your head into her neck, and she lightly scratches your back and scalp.

The innocent noises you make from that drive her wild, but she knows you’re not doing it on purpose. Your hand rests on her thigh, rubbing circles with your thumb. Billie can’t think straight.

Well, actually, there’s one thing she can think straight about.

How she’s going to kill that bitch of a coworker that ruined your day.

You sigh in contentment, happy with where your life has taken you. You have a sweet, sweet neighbor, who you might fall in love with. Who gets that lucky? You don’t even think she would hurt a fly. You watch her eyebrows twitch as she focuses on the show.

“I really like you, Billie.” You say softly, almost embarrassed. She turns her head and hums, either from not hearing you or because she wants to hear it again.

“I said, I really like you, Billie.” Your giggles soak into her brain, and she smiles.

“I really like you, too. You have no idea how much I would do for you.”

You giggle a little more and Billie squeezes your hip playfully.

“Well, then do it all for me!”

She looks at you, enamored by the glimmer in your eyes. She leans in, your foreheads touching. She can feel your heart beating out of your chest.

“Don’t worry baby, I will.” She whispers out before leaning in, gently capturing your lips in hers. Your brain turns to mush, her pillowy lips encasing yours. Your tongues mingle for just a second before she pulls away, leaving you breathless.

“Now, watch the show.”

So you do, not knowing that 4 days later, the girl driving you wild with a simple kiss would kidnap and murder your coworker so you didn’t deal with her bullying anymore.

You had no idea that Billie would drag her into the same basement, blasting old rap music this time, and carve the heart right out of that little bitch’s chest. She told you she couldn’t see you that night, she had her own work thing to attend with her brother, something about a studio.

It was hard for you to pay attention when the girl talking to you was so beautiful.

And it was hard for Billie to pay attention to your coworker in front of her, because all she could think about was your pretty little body, your bright eyes, and your smile.

But alas, she thought about the ugly whore in front of her long enough to kill her, hide the body, and clean up before she came over to your house late, telling you that she just got home from the studio and couldn’t go another minute without you.

“You’re really the sweetest, Billie. I mean it.”

She smiles.

“Only for you, sweetheart.”

And when the news blasted the story of the missing girl, Billie was the one you ran to. Billie was the one that held you tight, kissing your head and whispering sweet nothings into your ears, telling you everything would be okay. She promised you that you would be okay.

Billie didn’t have to feign sadness, seeing you this sad was heartbreaking for her. She didn’t kill for you so you could be sad. She killed for you so bad people were out of your life.

She only wanted what was best for you! You knew that, you could tell that Billie really cared about you. She always wanted you to be okay, always asked about how you were feeling and how your day went. She was so caring, so passionate toward you.

You really might be falling in love with her.

A week after your coworker was “found dead in the woods, possibly by animals again,” the town went back to normal. You went back to work, with Billie dropping you off and picking you up every day. You thought you’d have to beg her to agree to doing it, but it was a lot easier than you thought. Not only did you just enjoy spending time with her, but you were scared to be alone. You didn’t want to die, not by the hands of animals or a crazy killer on the loose, whatever it was.

Billie agreed, saying it’s for the best if she keeps a watchful eye on you.

So on you two went with your lives, busy with each other and busy with yourselves. Work kept you occupied, unable to think too much about how two people in your life had vanished. And you kept Billie occupied, as she made mental notes of who you talked to, who you liked, and who you didn’t.

Specifically the last one on that list.

[dakusan]

hello hellooo!!

i found your vampire!skz series and i think its safe to say im positively drowning in obsession. your writing is so delicious that it would be cruel of me not to keep coming back for more 😌

that being said, i had a thought the other day while i was out and about, and figured i should ask since its been eating at my brain- i know that once someone becomes a blood doll, theyre signed to exclusivity, but what would vampire!skz do if some other vamp was ballsy enough to try something for themselves? the person under that bond would obviously never go along with it, but im still curious how the boys would react nonetheless if they witnessed someone else take a pass at the reader!! would it end in some elaborate intimidation tactic? or would they ignore it until they were behind closed doors, fueled by possession?

if that makes no sense im so sorry 😭😭 but if you think its interesting please let me know your thoughts!!

i wanna close out with asking if it would be possible to be a 👻 anon! if thats already taken, could i be 🖇??

hello hellooo~~ First of all: you’re in. branded. sealed. blood-bound. The 👻 emoji is all yours.

As for your question??? IT MAKES PERFECT SENSE. Your brain is wired for obsession in exactly the way vampire!SKZ adores. They’d never tolerate another fang near what’s contracted to them.

And you best believe, there is no scarier vampire than one who smiles through blood rage.

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🩸 W H E N A N O T H E R V A M P I R E T R I E S T O T O U C H W H A T ’ S T H E I R S

“Exclusivity isn’t a rule. It’s a law written in blood.”

Bang Chan

Doesn’t raise his voice. Doesn’t even move—Until he has to. The other vampire barely gets a sentence out before Chan’s already calculated every artery in their body.

“You knew they were claimed,” he murmurs. “So this was… a death wish?”

He doesn’t kill them. No—he ruins them. Emotionally. Socially. Economically. They’ll wake up next week with every contract revoked and a mysterious scar pulsing on their neck.

Chan doesn’t shout. But when he fucks you later, he doesn’t stop whispering,

“Still mine. Still mine. Still mine—”

And you never doubt it.

⸺⟡⸺

Lee Know

He doesn’t react. He warns. With a smile so pleasant it makes your skin crawl.

“You’ve got about three seconds to get your hand off her. Two. One.”

The offender vanishes before anyone blinks. You don’t see them again. No one does. And later that night, while pressing kisses to your neck, he purrs,

“They forgot you were mine, didn’t they? Good thing I never do.”

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Changbin

NO RESTRAINT. NO CALM. If another vampire touches you in front of him? Teeth. First.

He’s got you behind him before the first growl even rips out of him. Doesn’t care if it causes a scene. Doesn’t care if it draws blood.

They laid a hand on you. That’s enough reason to burn cities.

Later, he’ll hold your trembling body with both hands and murmur,

“You’re safe. I’ve got you. Nobody ever touches you again.”

And when he takes you apart in bed, he’s gentle. In love. Possessed.

⸺⟡⸺

Hyunjin

You won’t even realize anything happened—until later. He kisses your fingers while the room clears. While the other vampire slips out, dazed, speechless, humiliated.

“I told them you were mine,” he hums. “But they didn’t listen. So I showed them.”

He didn’t have to lay a finger on them. They just felt his wrath—syrupy, suffocating, and inescapable.

And when you're in his lap later that night, teary from pleasure, he cradles your face and whispers:

“You are not for sharing. You are not for offering. You are not for anyone but me.”

⸺⟡⸺

Han Jisung

He laughs. Oh he laughs so hard it makes everyone in the room nervous. Because no one’s sure if he’s joking—until he stops smiling.

“Touch my girl again,” he says softly, “and I’ll make sure your fangs never grow back.”

He won’t kill them. That’s too easy. He’ll erase their scent. Their memory. Their name. Then he’ll turn to you, lift your chin, and ask with a pout:

“You okay, baby? Want me to fuck the panic out of you?”

He will. For hours. Until your body remembers nothing but him.

⸺⟡⸺

Felix

Felix is silent. No warning. Just... gone.

Then you hear it. One sound. A choked-off scream. By the time you turn your head, the other vampire is on their knees. Eyes wide. Soul shaken.

Felix takes your hand, kisses your palm, and says nothing. Not until you’re alone, curled into his arms, where he whispers,

“They tried to touch the sun and got burned. But you… you’re the only one I’d ever let melt me.”

⸺⟡⸺

Seungmin

He doesn’t even look at them. He looks at you. Calm. Deadly. Smirking.

“You gonna let them try that again?” (You’re not.) “Good.” he says.

Next day? That vampire’s whole blood supply is poisoned with an enzyme only Seungmin understands. They’ll recover—barely.

Later, he pulls you into his lab and fucks you over a workbench while whispering,

“This body is mine. Every cell. Every nerve. Every breath. Understand?”

⸺⟡⸺

Jeongin

He’s quiet. Still. Staring the other vampire down like a predator who hasn’t eaten in weeks.

“You knew they were mine,” he says, soft. “So why did you try?”

He’s not known for violence. But they leave with a shattered ego—and a scent so destroyed no one will go near them again.

Later, when you’re trembling in his arms, he kisses the corner of your mouth and murmurs,

“I don’t need to kill them, darling. I just need to remind you— You chose me. And I’ll always make you proud of that.”

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Thank you for the love, ghostie. Don’t ever stop asking. Don’t ever stop craving. I’ll be right here. Forever yours in fangs, chains, and forbidden touches 💋🦇

[mrsparkjimin18]

can you handle it?

🔞pairing: Tae x Reader X JK

🔞genre: Girls Night Out AU, Strangers to lovers, pure unadulterated smut, porn with little plot, threesome, party bus sex, playboys Tae and JK

🔞rating: M

🔞wordcount: 3909

⚠️chapter warnings: extremely descriptive and graphic smut scene

summary: A night out with the girls was meant to be simple fun—until a chance encounter turns the heat up. Drinks, dancing, a flirtation that goes too far… Now, the only question left is: Can You Handle It?

Being single for the last seven months has put your life into perspective; it’s pretty boring. You thought throwing yourself into your work would fill that void of loneliness, but so far you have been very wrong. 

You haven't been out with the girls in a while and the idea of a party bus sounds like the perfect Friday night. Your BFF insists the male-to-female ratio is always lit on this booze tour and she promises nobody's going home alone.

"Who says I wanna take anybody home?” you sneer, becoming instantly defensive. “Don’t assume I’m in need of a dick appointment just because I’ve been single for almost a year.”

“Nobody’s saying you have to start a whole new relationship. You just need to get yours before you explode from the stress,” she reminds her in the sweet yet patronizing tone of a best friend who doesn’t hold back.

“I get mine!” You exclaim dramatically.

“Your vibrator doesn’t count bitch. Get ready. Bus will be there in forty-five minutes.” 

She hangs up before you can protest further and you race to get ready. You take a quick shower and then decide to throw on the cute hot pink dress you purchased as a pick-me-up – you know, the one you thought you’d wear to get over him, but never did. Then you slip into your stilettos, apply light makeup and throw your hair into a messy bun.

You inspect yourself in the mirror, deciding it's good enough for a night out with the girls, since you have no intention of hooking up with anyone. You just want to live for tonight; with great music, good company, and lots of drinks. Your thought process is interrupted by a notification letting you know the bus is arriving, and you take a few deep breaths before rushing with restraint to the door.

There’s already a decent number of riders when you board, though not a single guy appeals to your taste; which is fine since you’re not interested in hooking up. But within a few stops you find yourself needing to reinforce this mantra of self imposed celibacy, when two insanely good-looking men step onto the bus and instantly catch your eye. 

You wonder if they're brothers. Both are tall and broad-shouldered, with chiseled jaws, deep brown eyes, and black hair that looks casually mussed yet perfectly coiffed at the same time. Your breath hitches as they choose to sit right across from you.

Your BFF raises an approving mischievous eyebrow in your direction that you return with a quick sneering glare. However, you’re already beginning to feel shy and exposed as both of the tantalizing men seem to eye your dangerously bare legs, making you feel as if maybe you should have dressed down for the night.

The tour stops at a few smaller pubs, giving just enough time for a couple shots and a little mingling. But you're unable to control the urge, constantly finding yourself scanning the room for the two guys from the bus. Each time you find them they seem to be staring in your direction, as if sizing you up. When you finally arrive at the last stop - one of the hottest night clubs in the area - some of the riders go their separate ways while the rest of the party heads inside to continue the night's festivities.

Bottles cover the table in the VIP, shots are passed around, and eventually the party heads to the dance floor. Your favorite song plays and your body moves to the familiar rhythm without thought. You close your eyes, letting the music flow through you - relaxing you - making you forget.

Before you know it, the two men you’ve been playing I spy with all night have you sandwiched, their hands on your hips, your bodies now moving in unison to the beat you were alone in a moment ago.

"I'm Taehyung, this is my friend, Jungkook. We noticed you noticing us,” One says confidently from where he dances behind you. “Is there something we can help you with?” he asks, pulling your body against his and letting his lips brush your ear as he speaks. 

His friend, Jungkook, notices your pupils flare in response to Taehyung's question and he moves closer, pressing his body to yours. The pressure of them against you feels so right, as if it was fate calling your name, convincing you this is what you need. 

You instantly feel your body relax between them. Melding with them as you continue to move to the music. All thoughts of your earlier mantra dissolving under their touch. Taehyung loosens his grip on your waist, and soon his hands are exploring; roaming your body, sliding across sections of bare skin not hidden by your dress, seeking to know you through touch. All the while you stare into Jungkook’s smiling, excited eyes as his friend continues his tour of your body. His expression tells you you’re beautiful, you’re sexy, you’re desired. His hungry penetrating gaze and Tae’s roaming hands transform you into the goddess you always knew was within, awaiting release.

You’re so intent on his eyes, you don’t notice Jungkook’s hand leaving your waist to join the expedition, and the sudden feel of his curious fingers trailing up your inner leg, stopping just short of your already quivering slit, makes your knees buckle. His eyes light up with increased excitement. He leans forward taking a nibble of your ear, inching his fingers into your lonely passage, opening you, releasing your essence. They move inside you as if joining in on the dance. You let out an audible sigh as he exits.

"Already wet and we haven’t even begun the fun yet," he teases, holding up his slick glistened fingers for Tae to see.

Your inner goddess shrinks back a bit in embarrassment as you quickly look around at the throng of people dancing near you. “Stop that,” you giggle nervously as you grab Jungkook’s wrist in an attempt to lower his hand from view. But he’s too strong and you have little success in moving him even an inch.

“Don’t get shy now, baby,” he purrs as he brings his wet fingers to your lips, your hand still gripping his wrist. Then his lips follow, kissing you over his fingers, your tongues meet, exploring each other’s mouths, savoring your taste.

One of Taehyung’s exploring hands slips quietly beneath the hem of your dress. He cups the supple curve of your ass, squeezing once before slowly descending in search of the treasure below. Two of his long slender fingers slide eagerly into your now quivering walls and you feel the heat of his breath on your neck as his tongue lingers up behind your ear, his lips planting a warm kiss. 

"She's definitely ready," he growls, tasting your sweet nectar.

Grinding against you, it becomes evident they feel the same. Slick dripping down your thigh, you return the favor, palming both of their cocks, feeling them harden from your touch.

"You guys want to get out of here? We can go to my place.” The desperation in your request was fairly obvious.

"Be patient princess, we've got time," Jungkook utters, moaning at the tender grip you have on his stiff member.

His lips meet your neck and he nibbles and sucks, marking you, claiming you as theirs. You feel his bulging cock twitch in your hand when you lay your head back onto Taehyung’s chest, inviting him to mark the other side of your neck.

Just as he finishes leaving his second mark, the song ends. You lead them off the dance floor towards the VIP and they follow like obedient servants, making you feel powerful and seductive - a feeling you haven’t felt in a long time. Your inner Goddess beams with pride. 

They untuck their shirts as you enter the VIP, attempting to hide their arousal. But you know what awaits you beneath those layers of fabric. You felt the promise of what they have to offer and you can’t wait to claim your rewards.

In the VIP more rounds of shots are poured, the flirting and teasing continues, and everyone is drunk and oblivious to the private party taking place right in front of them. Welcoming kisses from their soft lips, deliberate caresses of your inner thighs, your body aching for more. 

As the night lingers on guests begin leaving, opting for a rideshare rather than the party bus. Your BFF is still on the dance floor with the man she decided she was going home with tonight, and upon noticing you’re still at the club she dashes over to the VIP.

“Give the driver your address, because I *hiccup* going home with Miguel! He knows how to Tango *hiccup* perfectly in this!” She quickly scurries back to him and they exit the club, his hand cupped on her round ass as they walk out.

You jot down your address on a napkin, Taehyung grabs it from you, slipping it into his pocket, having heard the conversation between you and your friend.

"Looks like it's just us, are you ready, baby?" Taehyung asks with his deep, seductive voice. The sheer tone sends chills through every orifice on your body, causing your skin to shiver and fill with goosebumps. Jungkook places his large hand on the small of your back, leading you to the exit. 

“Take the longest route to this address,” Taehyung insists, handing the driver the napkin and a hundred dollar bill, before following you and Jungkook into the private back section of the party bus.

Just as they had earlier, you sit across from them, teasingly spreading your legs, revealing your exposed core. Moaning as you dip two fingers into your warm core and pull them out, sucking and releasing them with a pop. 

Taehung eyeballs you while palming himself, nodding at Jungkook to give you what you’re clearly in need of. Standing up, Jungkook pulls his shirt over his head, unbuttoning and allowing his pants to fall to his feet, his hard cock standing at attention for you. He slowly crouches into a kneel in front of your parted thighs, his fingers linger over your slit, your whole body quivering with desire.

The sensation of his warm tongue feasting on your clit numbs all your other senses. A slow burn starts in the pit of your stomach, surging slowly through your veins with every suck, swirl and lick.  He plunges his tongue inside your succulent, tight walls as your euphoric orgasm comes to a peak. Fingers gripping his hair holding his head in place, your core grinding against his face accelerating your high.

"K-Kook I'm cumming!" The elevated tone in your voice summons Taehyung's lips to your mouth, muffling your moans, his tongue exploring your mouth, entangling with yours.

When you finish, Jungkook stands, wiping your slick from his chin before settling back on the velvet bench seat across from you. Watching him lustfully as he strokes his hard cock. Taehyung stands over you, large cock in hand ready to stretch your walls to the point of no return.

Before he has a chance, Jungkook calls him over, inaudibly whispering into Tae’s ear. They both look you over, sneering and smirking, mischievous grins on their faces.

“We’re keeping secrets now?,” you inquire playful, yet pouty.

“He said, ‘I don’t think she’s ready for what we’re gonna give her,’ so the question is can you handle it?” Taehyung questioned, his dark, hooded eyes filled with lust, ready to pound into you, filling you with his large cock.

Maybe it’s the alcohol you drank tonight, maybe it’s the lack of sexual release in the last 8 months, but the words that leave your mouth next surprise all of you.

“I’m ready to take whatever you’re going to give me,” your finger pointing daringly at Taehyung, which he obviously takes as a challenge.

“Come sit on it then,” Tae commands while using both hands to stroke his massive shaft.

You stand up, hiking your dress to your waist and walk over to him, straddling his thick thighs as you position him at your entrance. Slowly guiding him into you, walls stretching more than they ever have around his girthy cock. You feel him in your stomach, wanting to tap out, but refusing to lose a challenge.

He feels your hesitation once he’s buried deep inside of you, his large hands grip your hips, lifting you up and down, coaxing your hips to roll. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he pulls you close as he lays down on the bench seat, giving himself better leverage from the bottom. 

The sudden feel of a finger teasing the outer rim of your other hole surprises you, however, your body is aroused with ecstasy and you let yourself relax into it. 

That is, until you notice Jungkook stand and slowly make his way to you, throbbing cock in hand and a sly grin on his perfect face, fully aware Taehyung is only readying you for what’s to come.

He leans down and kisses you more softly than you expect, letting you feel the curve of his playful grin against your trembling lips before sliding down to your neck, trailing kisses along your nape as he moves behind you and out of view, only the feel of him mapping out his conquest betraying his location. 

Tae grabs your chin, forcing you to open your eyes, the fingers of his other hand still prodding and prepping that yet to be opened portal of pleasure. 

"Look at me, baby," he purrs, "focus on me."

You nod in acquiescence, almost forgetting the looming figure at your back as your hungry eyes lock on his and you continue your rhythmic hip slide up and down his enormous shaft.

Jungkook’s grinning lips and hot tongue disappear suddenly from your back, his hand bearing down gently until your face is mere inches from Taehyungs. 

Tae smiles at you with hooded, amused eyes. 

"Ready, baby?" He asks in a sultry whisper.

You don't have time to answer. All you can do is gasp for breath as you feel Jungkooks swollen head against your opening, rubbing against it, fighting Taes finger for room to enter.

Your entire being becomes filled by them both. You're consumed by the pressure of their hard cocks moving in unison, stretching and stimulating every nerve ending, forcing a deep moan to escape past your pressed lips.

Jungkook’s moans soon harmonize with yours, and Taehyung’s mouth forms a boxy smile of satisfaction at the sound. “I think he likes it as much as you,” he teases from below. But the only response you can manage is another groan as his hands slide to your ass, gripping each cheek and spreading them to allow Jungkook deeper access. 

“I do love a tight ass.” Jungkook growls into your ear, pressing you down, pinning you between their sweaty bodies as you struggle to keep your hips in motion, craving more of the sensation of their cocks moving against each other through your walls.

“Harder,” you cry out, finally able to form a word.

Tae, his hands still spreading your ass open, thrusts up and pulls you forward until he’s buried deep inside, almost forcing Jungkook out of you from within. Your mouth opens in a silent scream of desperation and your hands frantically grab at Jungkook’s solid thighs to keep him in place. 

Tae can’t take his eyes off your gaping mouth, and without notice he slides carefully out of you and from beneath you, leaving you with a hollow feeling until Jungkook’s arm slides around your waist from behind, lifting you, never exiting his conquered domain as he shifts to sit on the bench. He bites softly at your shoulders and back as he pulls each of your legs over his knees and spreads his legs wide, exposing your now empty throbbing pussy to Taehyung.

You stare at Tae standing before you, his glistening cock heavy in his hand as his thumb slides back and forth over the slick, fat head. The sight, along with the feel of Jungkook filling you up is more than you can bear and you reach down to slide your own fingers into the hot wetness between your legs to fill some of the emptiness, but the look in Tae’s eyes says he has other plans.

His accomplice sees his intent and quickly grabs your arms up over your head, holding them together by the wrists with just one large hand while the other hand runs over your breasts, lightly pinching and flicking your hardened nipples. His body never stops moving beneath you as he continues your rhythm. He laughs softly as you unconsciously attempt to pull a hand free to touch yourself with, desperate to relieve the building pressure. 

“You can’t be done yet, beautiful,” Jungkook instructs in your ear, his tongue running along its sensitive edges, making your eyes shut and your head loll back in pleasurable despair. “My friend hasn’t gotten what he really wants yet.”

You feel Taehyung move closer, hovering just outside of your entrance but not allowing contact, the heat of him radiating into you as if he was still inside. You squeeze your eyes closed tighter, enjoying the anticipation of what's to come, but then snap them back open, suddenly desperate to see his gorgeous face as he slides back into you. His boxy, mischievous smile returns as your eyes meet his.

“Please,” you suddenly beg, the plea surprising even you. His smile grows, and just as suddenly he plunges back into you, the friction of their cocks once again sliding against each other through that thin wall, sending shock waves of bliss through your body, and then he is gone again.

Before you can moan a complaint, Jungkook releases your arms and in one swift motion lowers you both to the floor, his pace and depth intensifying. You reach up greedily with one hand and lead Tae’s dripping cock to your ready mouth. Your lips stretch and your jaw aches pleasurably as you take in his girth. He groans loudly for the first time, the sound spurring you on as you take him in deeper than you’ve ever taken a man before.

You can feel the wetness drip from your aching, needy pussy; the taste of Tae and the depth of Jungkook taking you to new levels of ecstasy. You brace your knees and the palm of one hand hard into the rough carpet, ignoring the sting of pain as layers of skin were stripped away.

Jungkook’s hand slides around, three fingers immediately entering you, filling that void you so desperately needed filled. You regretfully release Tae, leaning back into Jungkook as an earth shattering orgasm begins to build within your body, allowing him better access to your opening. Tae quickly covers your open moaning mouth with his as his hand joins Junkook in its mission to push you over the edge. 

You bounce and writhe against the increasing hardness of Jungkook’s cock in your ass and the pressure of his fingers inside of you. You moan into Tae’s devouring mouth and shudder under the weight of his fingers rapidly rubbing your already swollen clit.

The first orgasm had been a mere fraction of what rocketed through your body this time, and both of them grip you tightly as you convulse under their continued attack. At its crescendo you feel Jungkook pull out of both of your holes, pulling you back against him as the warmth of his load spreads between your pressed bodies. Tae slides between your spread legs, forcing them wider, and reinserts himself into your overstimulated swollen cunt. 

Thrusting wildly, his stroke becomes uncontrolled, unpredictable, penetrating deep within your walls. Your orgasm that you thought was over returns with renewed vigor, repeaking, surpassing the crescendo and tumbling you into oblivion.

“Don’t fight it,” Jungkook instructs from behind where he holds you steady, one arm around your waist to anchor you, the other kneading your breasts and pinching your nipples.

Just when you thought you had reached your pleasure limit, Taehyung abruptly pulls out, his cum spurting hot and sticky against your inner thighs, the sweat from his brow dripping onto your breasts as he leans over you catching his breath.

You sag in Jungkook’s arms, unable to move, your muscles spent from the exertion. You can feel the pinging sensation of your nerve endings as they continue to fire off between your legs, like a post orgasm firework display. 

For a long time the three of you lay, spent and exhausted, naked sweaty bodies tangled together, only the sound of your heavy breathing and the hum of the bus breaking the silence. You feel… satiated. You feel euphoric. Your inner goddess is dancing.

Finally Tae stands and reaches out a hand to help you up. As you rise he pulls you to him, kissing you slowly and softly, lingering against your full lips. Jungkook rises behind you and begins to wipe away the mess he left on your back. Tae pulls away and looks into your eyes, his smile affectionately amused.

“There’s a restroom in the back,” he says casually as he releases you and takes a small towel from Jungkook. He pats his sweaty brow and you can only nod in response before sweeping your hot pink dress up off the floor and heading to the small airplane sized bathroom.

When you return they’re both dressed and lounging comfortably, drinks in hand, talking leisurely about nothing at all. And although you’ve all gotten to know one another extremely well tonight, you stand there in an awkward silence, waiting for one of them to notice you.

Tae turns to you first, his smile still amused yet kind at the same time. He approaches you and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“You look pretty with your hair down,” he whispers, before kissing you lightly on the cheek.

“I like it up,” Jungkook chimes in, “easier to grab onto.” He winks at you from where he still sits and then finishes his drink in one gulp.

You blush, but whether it's because of Tae’s sultry gentleness or Jungkook’s sexy cockiness is yet to be determined.

Jungkook stands and heads toward the door, and only then do you realize the bus is no longer moving. You follow him out, Tae close behind, and the three of you stand looking expectantly at each other on the sidewalk as the bus pulls away.

You can’t let the night end like this. You don’t want the night to end like this. No matter how many times you claimed you had no intention of taking anyone home, you couldn’t have imagined this scenario. There was no way you were letting it end here.

You grab both of their hands and lead them through the front door of your building. Upon entering the apartment, your dress drops to the floor and you head to the shower.

As soon as Tae and Jungkook hear the water running they make their way to you, undressing hastily to join. No words were exchanged as they ran their soapy hands over your body, washing away the remnants of passion, taking special care of the sensitive areas. 

After drying off, they join you in bed, one on each side of you, holding you protectively as you all drift off to sleep together

[dwaekkicidal]

Thoughts on daddy Jeongin?

wait why have i never thought about this…

warnings: gn!reader, exhibitionism, mean dom + brat taming on the last few paragraphs

posting this because the Changbin worship is taking me a little longer than I thought..

so im a firm believer that jeongin is STILL a menace to this day. like we all know he was a little shithead growing up, but i think the way skz spoils him just made that side of him come back out. especially with the video of him literally choking seungmin and nobody batting an eye (also him stopping the SECOND he saw the camera pointed at them??? yeah keep trying to put up that 'innocent' mask. i see through ur lies mfer), I genuinely don't think he's as innocent as they make him out to be lol

anywhooooo back to Daddy Jeongin..

I think in general Daddy Jeongin is sickly sweet with you even in public. He doesn’t hesitate to buy you items he sees you looking at for longer than a few seconds at a store or just random things he thinks you would like. He takes you out on dates when you least expect it and always has a little gift prepared for you for these dates. I also think he would LOVE to dress you up/pick out your outfits every day if you'd let him, and even more so for dates so you two can match.

"Today we're going to [insert restaurant]! I bought you a new outfit for it and everything~"

I think he's one to keep PDA to a minimum (besides hand holding). UNLESS you ask nicely or there is a person who is very obviously interested in you and is 'unaware' of your relationship. Then, Daddy Jeongin is going a liiiiittle unhinged. They want to play dumb? He'll play absolutely brainless. I'm talking straight up shoving a hand into your pants or up your shirt, grabbing a handful and making you squirm as the person watches. Will not hesitate to walk up to you and interrupt your conversation with that person just to shove his tongue down your throat <3

"I don't give a fuck if it made them uncomfortable. You're mine."

I think in bed Daddy Jeongin would be super inexperienced at first if you're his first lover. Shaky hands hesitantly trailing along your body along your body and soft but hungry hip thrusts for the first few times. But!!!! I'm a firm believer in Fast Learner!Skz so it won't take him long to learn your body and what you do or don't like. So much so that once he proves himself right time and time again, he starts to be a cocky little shit about it.

"I know it 's good. Daddy just knows you too well, baby. And I know *this* feels good too, right? Haha"

Daddy Jeongin definitely invites one (or more hehe) of his hyungs to fuck you open >< Allowing them to fuck any and all of your holes all while he controls the scene, the pace, and where they cum. I think the ego this would give him would be nuts… It would hover in the air around him for weeks, ESPECIALLY if it’s one of the guys that he respects/looks up to the most (I’m thinking Chris, Min, and maybe Seungmin).

"You're doing so good for us baby, you're taking Min so well. He's gonna keep fucking you nice and roughly and if you keep it up and maybe you'll get both of us."

I think he loves a brat (obviously at the right times) so he has an excuse to prove why he's the dominant one. I think he'd have 2 very similar ways of dealing with brats, I won't make a separate post about it like I did with Chris but I'll still explain some of it. The default way Daddy Jeongin deals with one is by being a huge brat back and matching your energy. You push his buttons, he pushes your buttons. You test his boundaries, he’ll test yours. Has a whole stubborn ass "anything you can do, I can do better" attitude and won't stop until you give up and submit first. Not afraid to edge both of your for hours if that's what it takes for you to fold.

"You ready to say sorry? Mmm that's too bad. I was looking forward to letting you cum tonight."

2nd way Daddy Jeongin deals with a brat is full Mean dom. You push the right wrong buttons at the right wrong times and he won't show any mercy. How can he when he learned how to be a mean dom from the best! (Seungmin) So when you talk back, have too much attitude, and/or any other way you manage to piss him off; you are getting a big hand wrapped tightly around your neck or long fingers shoved down your throat to shut you up. Edges both of you here too but will end up cumming inside you before you get to finish and threatens to leave you like that if you don't say sorry. OR will overstimulate you until you're actually sobbing and squirming so much that he threatens to tie you down.

"Maybe if you didn't act like a bitch I would be more willing to give you a break. Now shut up and take it." >.<

Daddy Jeongin who isn’t afraid to punish or discipline you in front of his hyungs. If you piss him off at practice he WILL make you kneel right then and there, in front of all the members and any staff, and will make you apologize. Tangles a hand in your hair, maybe even shoving a few fingers down your throat, and makes you grovel. Also I think if you catch him at the wrong time, he'll threaten to fuck you right then and there (and will actually go through with it depending on who is there and if he's actually mad enough).

“Aw.. you’re embarrassed they’re watching? Good, maybe you’ll learn your fucking lesson this time. Now apologize or I'll edge you on my dick for the next week.”

Continuing a little on that last paragraph, I think he would enjoy bringing in Seungmin (AND) or Minho to 'help' him tame you when you're a brat. It's definitely something that would have to be talked about with all parties, but if everyone agrees to it then you're in for some insane sessions. If you piss him off in the practice room and the people in there just so happen to be Seungmin and Minho, just know you're fucked <3