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yawnjunn · 2 years ago

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:*:✼ TXT attending your concert ✼*･ﾟ

Woahh its been a while huh...got super busy with life, just failed my physics exam 😜✌️ and now im on my school break, i decided to write this post bcs im SUPERRR bored rn but anyways

╰┈➤ idol!ot5! txt x idol!gn!reader

╰┈➤ no warnings, just fluff

╰┈➤ quick guide : y/n = your name, y/g/n = your group's name, y/f/n = your fandom's name

yeonjun(연준) :

☆ This man isnt afraid to attend your concert WITHOUT covering his face, yk how some artists covered their face and attend their friend's concert? yeah...not yj tho

☆ He might only bring a lightstick, not those extra banners or signs or whatever

☆ The only reason why he only brought a lightstick was bcs, he treats your concert like its his monthly/weekly routine

☆ Youre having a 2 day concert in seoul? You know damn right he'll be there despite his busy schedule

☆ Having a concert in japan? Finds a way to get to japan just to attend your concert

☆ so thats why he didnt feel like the need to bring extras cs in the end, yk hes gonna attend anyways

☆ but that didnt stop fans from screaming whenever they saw yeonjun

☆ he'd probably try to make a conversation with your fans while waiting for you to perform with your group

☆ "so how long have you stan y/g/n ?"

☆ "im a y/n biased, and you?"

☆ when you came on stage and during the breaks between performing, you called out yeonjun

☆ "yeonjun i know youre here somewhere, cameraman pls find yeonjun and point the camera at him"

☆ and when the camera is on him, hes smiling brightly and covered his shy face after getting those cheers from your fans

☆ you'd probably ask him to dance to one of your songs

☆ "yeonjun dance this song for me pls" then hes like shaking his head and all, refusing

☆ but the moment the music started, he danced so well that he literally became the hot topic of your group's show

soobin(수빈) :

☆ well soobin however, he'll come 2 hours early before your concert starts

☆ the reason he came early was because he was excited to give out his handmade freebies

☆ the night before, soobin had asked if he could hand out some freebies to your concert and you found this soooo cute that you told all your fans to find soobin for freebies

☆ he may be a little bit biased but all his freebies are just you.

☆ you wonder, what did he made? well...he made a banner, your photocard that he printed himself using his company's printer, candies of your fav and pastries that he had bake

☆ believe me or not, he woke up as early as 4 am just to make cute little pastries as your concert take place in morning

☆ he believed your fans wouldnt get breakfast, so he baked the pastries for them 😭

☆ as soon as your concert starts, he whipped out his phone so fast and record it and whenever you came on screen, hes like "wahhh theyre so pretty"

☆ when you start singing, he starts crying???? hes way too proud of you that he starts crying and vent to his friends sitting next to him

☆ "you know how hard my baby worked? im so proud of them, i remember them crying every night to me because of training and now look at them, theyre on stage now"

☆ his friend sitting beside him was like, soobin are u okay??? are u drunk?? but either way, his friend can only smile and nod while listening to soobin rant

beomgyu(범규) :

☆ idc what anyone says but this man will be fighting for a front row ticket

☆ literally camps outside the venue like..literally

☆ you had offered him to enter the venue earlier than anyone before the show starts

☆ but he refused this bcs he wants to get them freebies from your fans 😭 instead of giving them out, he wants the freebies himself

☆ goes from fan to fan, if he sees a fan handing out freebies? he'll be speed walking, another fan giving out freebies too? he'll be speed walking

☆ receives the freebies until it couldnt fit in his little bag that he brought with him

☆ as soon as the security lets everyone inside, he'll be running just to get close to the barricade

☆ since hes an idol, i know its ridiculous but he'll be surrounded by 2 of his protocol team 😭

☆ even though he had brought his 2 protocol teammates, he'd somehow make them enjoy your concert too

☆ like when your group tells the fans to jump, beomgyu would convinced his protocol buddies to jump aswell

☆ you spot beomgyu in the crowds and he'd wave you like crazy, like a fan boy 😭 ...does beomgyu knows that youre his lover???? 😭😭😭

☆ but anyways, he'll go on weverse and post the concert pics and take a photo of the freebies he received

☆ "what an amazing night, they look so beautiful tonight and thank you to y/f/n for giving out the freebies, i'll be keeping it forever"

taehyun(태현) :

☆ this man is quite lowkey but he is a hardcore stan of yours

☆ hes a bit dissappointed when he founds out that he wasnt the first one to arrive at the venue, he was like "2 hours before the concert starts, and theres alot of people waiting..." poor him, he thought he was the first 😭

☆ he'd show up with his mask on and a cap as he didnt want the fans to know he came to see you

☆ but that kinda failed as your fans started to notice his famous boba eyes in the crowds

☆ this made him open his mask, since theres no point in using it 😭

☆ as soon as y/g/n performs, yk damn well he'd be taking tons of videos

☆ he'd sing along to your songs and dance to some of it

☆ he memorised the fanchant too !!!

☆ bro got jealous when he sees y/f/n got the banners like...ugh he wants one too????

☆ he was like "see i knew i shouldnt have brought lightstick only"

☆ politely asks y/f/n for some extra banners

☆ believe me or not, he'd use those digital text on his phone that says, "y/n please notice me"

☆ luckily you noticed this and blew him a kiss and in return, he gave you a big heart which made you giggle on stage which also made y/f/n cheer louder

hueningkai(휴닝카이) :

☆ you think hes gonna go alone to your concert? nope

☆ he'll invite everyone he knows, his members, his family, his staffs. literally everyone to show how talented you are

☆ as much as you would love your boyfriend to bring in alot of people, apparently it has limits

☆ so in the end, he only brought his 2 sisters, lea and hiyyih

☆ dont worry, he paid for their tickets lmao

☆ LOVES receiving freebies from y/f/n

☆ when lea or hiyyih got your photocard from the freebies, he'd say smthn like "can i have that..?"

☆ not only he likes receiving freebies but hes also a merch buyer. sees a cute wristband for the lightstick? he'll buy. a cute shirt? he'll buy. a batch with your face on it? he'll buy.

☆ he'll buy everything that has your name or your face on it, until lea told him to stop unless he wants his bank account balance to be $0

☆ he'll do anything to get noticed by you, even tho he knows youre his lover

☆ before the concert, he texted, 'i'll be on the middle row, 3rd line from the front!!'

☆ but he decided to go extra as he thought you'd forget to see him so yk what he did? he brought glowing light sticks with him to make him more noticable 😭😭

☆ when you noticed him, you gave him a heart and him being a fanboy of yours, he started giggling and bragged to his sisters, "did you see that? they definitely gave that heart to me"

☆ after the concert ends, he'd ask one of his sisters to take photos of him doing cute poses whenever youre on screen, like him doing a big heart whenever you show up on the screen

☆ fans found this cute as they started uploading his leaked pictures doing those poses

☆ people may or may not label you guys as the couple of the year 🤭

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glitterforashes · 4 months ago

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Hey, idk if you’re still active but if you are could you do Larry HC please!

𝐒𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 ; 𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

>>>>> heyyy chat so contrary to popular belief i am indeed alive (but barely) and upon remembering i do have a page and multiple people who would like to hear from me i decided to drop a lil single iykwim 🔥. no but on a srs note im sorry for disappearing and I hope u enjoy! thank you for requesting, lovely <3

is the modern day Bob Ross

has so many pairs of jeans with paint and pen marks all over them

regularly walks around with a blunt tucked behind his ear

is actually the sweetest dude ever

is way smarter than you’d think he is

regularly asks to paint you, only to end up painting something completely different

walks you to your classes at school (on accident. you always end up crossing paths and then he starts yapping and forgets you two dont have the same classes and proceeds to have to sprint to make it to his own class on time)

yall first met through the elevator. you were waiting for it, and the doors opened, and he was inside with earbuds in very aggressively playing an air-guitar solo. stood up straight the second he realized you were there and then refused to speak or look at you for the elevator ride. was so embarrassed he wanted to cry. he told Sally about it. Sally laughed at him so hard he started coughing.

you started seeing him around more often after that, and you two became friends

your name in his phone is “Blink” because when you first met all you did was stare at him then blink very slowly.

his name in your phone is “Master of Puppets”. i will not be elaborating

you spend a lot of time in his apartment

his mom has stopped asking if you’ll be over, just asks when so she knows if she needs to make extra supper.

he steals YOUR clothes. if you accidentally leave a tshirt at his place you’ll never see it again

stares unblinkingly at you sometimes. it freaks you out.

“larry. im about to poke you in the eye.”

“oh, my bad dude.”

you two have a best-friends-that-get-asked-if-they’re-dating-constantly-and-say-no-but-would-also-marry-each-other kind of friendship

is a rememberer. remembers every little thing you tell him. you like apples? there will be apples at his place next time for you. you dont like being cold? he turns his ceiling fan off when you come around.

is very attentive, but nobody would ever know because he never comments on what he sees.

you signed him up for Homecoming King elections one year. he did NOT find it as funny as you did.

he won.

the popular kids were pissed.

he was pissed.

you laughed your ass off.

has LED’s in his room. they’re always blue or red.

paints his nails

tried to pierce his own ears once. it didn’t work. he showed up at your door with a stud earrings poking through his earlobe and blood running down his neck.

“larry what the freak did you do.”

“earrings :(“

likes to cuddle once he gets more comfortable with you

if you two are sitting on the couch together, his arm is permanently over the back of it and by default around you in a way

manspreads like no other. its so annoying.

actually is a gentleman and very considerate

doesn’t ever flirt with you too hard or initiate physical touch, lets you do it to avoid making you uncomfortable

is playful

“larry, you’re standing too close.” “scared you’re gonna fall in love?” “you wish.”

once you two are very comfortable around each other he’ll come up behind you and rest his chin on your shoulder or on top of your head and slink his arms around your waist real lazily.

“whatcha doin?” “minding my business.”

at first, if you stayed the night, he’d sleep on the floor despite your protests and let you sleep in his bed.

now you two share his bed, and occasionally wake up with your legs tangled together.

loves being little spoon even though he would never tell anybody but you that fact.

bagel bite enthusiast.

larry chucked a sweater at you as you sat on his bed, poised and rigid, trying to be a good model for his still-life portrait of you. “what’s this for?” you asked. although majority of his body was hidden behind the canvas, you could see the slight movements of his arms and shoulders as he moved the paint brush across the scene. “you’re shivering.” he stated shortly, clearly in focus mode. although you didn’t know how he could manage to focus so diligently with Sanity Falls blaring from his record player and filling every crevice of the room.

“sorry.” you said, quickly tugging the sweater on then re-assuming your previous pose. you didn’t know why you agreed to model for him every time he asked. zero out of ten times has the portrait ever actually turned out to be a portrait of you. once, he literally made you pose for an hour just to end up painting a picture of himself riding a unicorn. you were pretty sure he had smoked a little more than his body weight could handle that day. his brown eyes peeked from over the canvas every so often, observing you, which you didn’t mind. larry had probably seen more of your body than you cared to admit, or realize, considering you two felt more than comfortable changing in front of each other and sleeping with just tshirts and underwear on in the same room.

it felt like hours had passed before you saw larry rise from his seat on the stool, his knees and elbows popping loudly as he stretched. “alright. the genius has concluded his work.” he smirked, glancing at you through his lashes. “larry, i don’t even think you know how to spell concluded.” you teased as you followed his lead, standing and stretching and groaning as your muscles began to loosen again.

“so, what creature did you paint this time?” you walked towards him but he grabbed the canvas and held it close to him, squinting his eyes at you. “uhm, you can’t see it.” he said sassily. “uhm, ‘i cant see it’ my left nut! i just sat and posed for two hours dude, let me see!” you advanced on him and reached your hand out to grab the canvas but he ducked away, extending an arm out to keep you at a distance. “okay! fine, but you have to stand there,” he pointed to a spot a few steps away, “and close your eyes.”

you pursed your lips and rolled your eyes, putting your hands on your hips as you dramatically took a few steps back and closed your eyes. “gosh, how atrocious could it be if i need to close my eyes first?” you said. usually, he’d chuckle or laugh, but he didn’t this time. you heard some rustling and then a beat of silence before he said, “okay, open them.”

you opened your eyes and your hands immediately flung to your mouth, covering it as your eyes widened. in front of you was larry, in all his messy-haired, paint-splattered-jean, muscle tank top glory holding a painting of you. a hyper-realism painting of you. he managed to fit *every* detail into it, capturing every dip and curve and mark on your face. the painting only went from your shoulders and up, but that alone had you on the verge of tears.

“larry..” you mumbled, taking a step forward to examine it closer. he even managed to note the small freckles you had, so small that you forgot you even had them sometimes. “do you like it?” he asked quietly, his demeanor starting to change from nervous to insecure. “yes!” you said quickly. “yes, yes i love it! it’s beautiful.” you said. you stepped forward and took the painting gently from his hands and placed it on the easel before launching your arms around his nape, falling into an easy hug as he wrapped his arms loosely around your waist and rested his cheek on top of your head.

“thank you.” you said quietly, resting your head on his shoulder. “you’re welcome.” you two stood like that for a bit, neither of you ready nor feeling the need to break the hug, when you felt him mumbling against your hair. “huh?” you said. he lifted his chin and repeated, “c-o-n-c-l-u-d-e-d. concluded.”

one, two, three beats of silence before you were giggling and slapping his shoulder, looking up at his smug and smiling face. “oh whatever! you probably googled that. that’s why you told me to close my eyes.” “oh you wish! don’t be bitter cause im smarter than you.” “you could only dream of being smarter than me.” you smiled, shaking your head with laughter. your laughter turned into a lazy grin as you rocked your bodies side to side, looking at his face. “seriously, thank you.” “no problem.” he said. you turned your head away from him to glance behind you at the painting. it wasn’t until then that you noticed a very small, very enthusiastic stick-figure rendition of larry in the corner of the canvas holding up a flower. you decided you wouldn’t tell him you noticed as you smiled again, wondering how you managed to make a friend like him.

#larry johnson x reader #larry face #sally face #fanfic #fanfiction #xreader #fluff #xreader fluff #larry face x reader #fandom

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iloveaustinelvisandmannymore · 1 year ago

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I've just sat and read all of your fics and they're all incredible! If it's okay, can you write an Elvis x female reader smut where she's in the audience of the Comeback special and maybe throughout the performance he kind if gravitates towards her? Ending really smutty where he invites her to his dressing room after? Thank you so so much!

Omg, I love this idea! 🥺 your words mean so much to me, im so happy that my works can make you entertained. on to the fanfic! I hope you like it.

Gravitation

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader.

Warning: Reverse cowgirl, Praise, Cum shot, Dirty talk, Spanking, Mirror sex, Oral (fem), Cum eating, Fluff, Stranger to lovers? Creampie, Choking, Gagging, Melolagnia kink, Exhibitionism, Crying, Chubby!reader.

Summary: You never felt so lucky, you were one of the few people to watch The Rock and roll king; Elvis Presley, to see history. You felt things you haven't before and to make it worse or better you seem to gain the Rockstar's attention. You couldn't wait to see what the future held for you.

You watched the god-like man like he was everything and more, his stage presence awoke things you never thought were possible, and your heartbeat pulsated with the rhythm of the song he sang with such emotion. Your breath became baited as your eyes locked with the rockstar, a seductive smirk made its way to his face, and a knowing glint in his eyes. He continued to perform, dancing and singing more in your direction, and your juices soaked your underwear. You desired him like no other.

Even as he sat down to talk, he would glance your way, it was unbearable when you were told y'all could take a break, you looked around for Elvis but he wasn't around he probably went to his changing room and feeling nothing short of disappointment fall in the pit of your stomach, you begin to walk to the ladies room when THE jerry schilling stood in front of you, his eyes looked your curved bigger body up and down behind his almost see through shades, unknowingly to him or knowing he licked his lips before he snapped out of his episode and cleared his throat. "Elvis wants to see you. Follow me sugar," he spoke softly so you only heard him despite you being in an empty hallway "lead the way." you nodded eagerly making Jerry laugh at your excitement and begin to show you to Elvis's changing room. With each step you got wetter, you heard tales of women who had the luxury of sleeping with the king, they had said such it was like no other, you were gonna see if it was true.

You both reached the door of the dressing room, Jerry bid you goodbye but you hardly heard him, your heartbeat was too loud in your ears, with a gulp of courage you knocked on the door and waited, playing with the edge of your dress skirt, that rested on the middle of your plush thighs not long his voice called out to you and invited you in. You turned the handle and walked in, a view which would make any fan faint to see in person, There sitting on a couch was Elvis smirk on his lips, manspreading still in that heavenly black leather suit, his eyes traced your big body, your breasts stood out like a masterpiece, your baby carrying hips, those thighs he wanted to fuck, 'Next time' he noted his mind, continuing to check you out, those legs that he wanted to be wrapped his waist, Elvis took a sip of his iced coke and put into down on the end table. Elven sent a soft smile as he becked you over with a finger, he chuckled as he pulled you onto his lap, his hand gripping your hips before moving his hands up your love handles, stopping briefly to squeeze them and then moving on until his hands cupped your breasts and groaning at the weight of them in his palms "Yar a pretty thing aren't cha." he spoke looking at you with lustful-adoring blue orbs, "Thank you Mr.Presley" you replied softly "Elvis for you darlin'." he licked his lips, his fingers gripped onto your wide hips. Elvis leaned his head back on the wall that the couch was pushed up against, his lidded eyes watching you "Go on, pretty thing, ride me." he encouraged you, your slick dripped from your oversoaked panties, and you got off his lap, your fingers worked to undo his pants and pull them down with Elvis's help, his cook stood proud once free, at a good 8 inch, which twitched from the cold air, you wrapped your hand around his thick cock and gave an experimental jerk, A sharp hiss leaves Elvis and you couldn't stop yourself.

You knew you should be patient and tease him but you dreamed of this moment ever since you heard and saw this man. You quickly took off your underwear, turned around, lined his cock to your entrance, and slid down his large length. You both hissed at the feeling, you from his member stretching your pussy, giving a pleasant burn and him from the feeling of the tightest pussy he had ever been in before, the feeling of your ass laying on his thighs, giving a comforting weight while feeling great pleasure. You breathed in, lifted your hips, and began to bounce, moans left your lips as his cock head hit your g-spot "Fuckk" Elvis moaned, wrapping his arms around your stomach, laying his head on your back, and his hips bucking up at each time you lifted yourself, pretty whines and pants was all that sounds he seemed could make, "Fuckin' hell pretty thing, go faster, wanna cream this pussy." Elvis groaned, thrusted upwards, your cheeks heated up from his dirty words, and lean a bit forward, gripping the little bit of couch that was between Elvis's spread legs and rolled your hips before riding the man below you faster, the sound of your ass hitting against his lap become louder and his thrusts faster, chasing his release. Elvis threw his head back, whining, eyes squeezed shut as he filled you with his seed "Get up sugar" he tapped your hips after gaining back some of his energy "Go to the mirror f'me, put your hands on the vanity and bend over." he commanded, watching you do as you were told, he got up after you, taking off the icon suit and walked behind his jet black hair laid on his forehead and his body adored a layer of sweat from being rid. Elvis sent you a smile through the mirror before lowering to his knees, flipping your dress skirt off your ass, and spreading your pillowy thighs to see your glistening folds, covered into your slink, and his slowly dripping out semen "Ain't this a pretty sight" he licked his lips, and buried himself in said thighs, licking stride up your cunt.

"Oh fuck!" you cried as his tongue flicked at your clitoris before wrapping his lips around the sensitive nerve and sucking on it. Hard. You grabbed the edge of the vanity, and whimpered, laying your forehead against the mirror. He gave one last suck before dragging his tongue through your folds to your cum-filed core, the wet muscle circled your entrance and penetrated, his lapped at your walls, licking out his cum

It felt so good, tears pooled at the corner of your eyes, and little sobs of pleasure left you as he didn't hold back, cumming when he nibbled your clit. You watched as Elvis appeared up from behind you, his lower face shining from your slick, and a dirty smug smirk was directed at you through the mirror, once again his hands took your hips and he moved closer to you until his tip poked your slit "Ya ready?" he asked, you nodded "Tell me." he ordered " Yes I'm ready." you smiled, touched by his caring nature.

He slowly began to push inside of you, inch by inch this new angle gave was heavenly, you felt every thing.

He grunted as he finally was balls deep into you, his balls rested on your outer lips and clitoris. He pulled back before snapping his hips, forcing a scream that has cut short by Elvis's fingers down your throat, causing you to gag around them as his thrust set a slowly but pace, pulling out slowly and snapping his hips, his eyes locked on where you were connected. He didn't keep that up for long as his hammering became faster, his hips smacked against your ass, the skin rippling at the impact, his fingers left your mouth and placed them on your neck, squeezing slightly and leaning his body on your back, his pounding reaching a new deep, his jackhammering shook your body. Elvis's eyes looked up at the mirror as he spot one of his female tailoresses who flirted with him, despite him showing no interest in her, peaking through the now open door with a sad and raged look on her face as she watched him take a big girl than her, she was mad but she couldn't look away from the scene in front of her. Knowing he was being watched as he fucked you, who will be his girl from now on, turned him on more than he thought he was, his thrusted was turning rapid, and his unoccupied hand pulled you back against him, his balls slapped your pussy as he didn't bother holding his moans, that joined your moaning and whining, his ocean blues moved from the envious woman to you, looking at your pleasure covered face.

You were getting close, oh so close to snapping that knot and you could tell so was Elvis, his cock twitched within you "I-'m gonna cum sugar!" he groaned, his dick hitting your cervix finally making your climax "Elvis!" you cried out coming down your high when he suddenly pulled out and manhandled you to your kneels, his hand working frantically as cum shot out his cock head, landing on your face and cleavage. "Goddamn." he laughed breathlessly as he helped you up and to the couch, both of you sitting on. You sat cuddling into his side as his arm draped over your shoulders, his head resting on yours as you recovered from the mind-blowing sex you had.

"Mr. Presley, you're on in—WHOA!" a man from the filming crew opened the closed door, his brown orbs widened as he took in the state of you two, slamming the door shut. A pregnant silence stretched before the man cleared his throat on the other side of the door "You're on in six minutes Mr. P-presley. I would r-recommend getting dressed." he spoke shakingly before his footsteps faded. You and Elvis looked at each other and busted out laughing for a good few seconds before you both cleaned yourself and redressed.

Elvis pulled you to with a smile "Meet me back here again after the shooting, I want to get to know ya pretty thing. Think ya will allow me?" He asked his thumbs caressing your hips "Of course." you smiles back and kissed him, pulling apart you laid your foreheads together before saying see you later and going your own ways. The rest of the filming was filled with secret smiles and glances.

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crystalpop · 18 days ago

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Just finished The Penguin and holy shit that has got to be one of the best shows i have seen in a long while. While i did cringe at some of the music choices and wish they had gone with some closer to the soundtracks to the show i can say without a doubt that it has to be one of my favourite soundtracks for a tv show. It fits so perfectly with what The Batman had already set up with its score and perfectly matches the genre vibe of Oswald. It reminds me of Gothams Oswald and his soundtracks. I wish the show was longer but i think it did everything it needed to do in its 8 episodes. Everything about it was so beautiful, obviously they didn’t have the same budget at the movie but i can tell they did everything to make it match in its own way. Im glad we got a glimpse of what Arkam is like in this version and how utterly brutal it really is, how a place that is supposed to somehow heal or help people becomes such a horrific and brutal hell for whoever believes they one day may be free of it. Sophia was so well written, every scene she was in was perfect (except for that situationship between her and her therapist, wasn’t a huge fan at all) all of her outfits suited her and what she was currently planning or doing. I hope we get more about her and her now second time in arkam. Now where do i start with Oswald, he is such a horrible person but i really can’t help but absolutely love and adore his character. Like he honestly sucks and deserves everything that happened to him but I can’t help but somewhat route for him (except for what he did in episode 8, fuck him for that). It was really interesting to get a proper background on him and how he grew up to be who is was in the series, it really humanized him and gave a proper reason to why he does what he does. Everything about him on the outside was so pompous and fake and the way he acted outside of is normally somewhat controlled temperament really shone a light on how much of a lying narcissist he is and how much he really doesn’t care what happens as long as he remains on top and in power. He is such a horrible person and i love him for that. Now i was honestly kinda sceptical about Victor at the beginning, I didn’t want the show to become fully focused on him as a sidekick to Os and all the wacky shit they get up to. Im very glad it didn’t do that and instead we got a well written character that is struggling after losing everything he cares about and then trying his best to prove himself to some random guy that threatened him and tried to kill him before taking him under his wing. We got to see a character struggle with the morally grey and most of the time straight up illegal and horrible things he’s been told to do but does them anyways because he either wants to prove himself or just survive. He became so close to Oswald and looked up to him as a guide and as close to family as he could get by the end. So many amazing complex and wonderful characters where created and expanded upon in this show. I hope we get more shows like this and i am very excited to see where this version of Batman goes. Anyways im gonna go cry and see if i can find any good fanfics about it.

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httpiastri · 4 months ago

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im the BIGGEST mclaren fan and oscar fan in the world ever and i dont even have the energy to celebrate oscar's first win (yes bc of the fucked up way mclaren did it but wtv not getting into that) bc of how devastated i am about paul. i just want to give him the biggest hug in the world and tell him its ok and that we all still love him. i hope he knows how much support he has and that making mistakes is ok, its only his rookie season no one expects him to be schumacher or senna or whoever, we just want you to be a happy paul aron :(

seeing him banging his head and looking out into the distance after the crash omfg i will jump off a cliff i swear. hes so hard on himself and i was legit sobbing thinking about how much harder he is on himself (probably) this year after what happened w merc and prema. he deserves so much more omg. the fact that kimi ended up winning the race just made me think of the lacy edits too and omfg i cannot. i love kimi dont get me wrong but what are the chances that paul's win became kimi's instead? i js cant.

and dont get me started on that fucking penalty. he already dnf'd i don't understand the point of them punishing him any further did u not see how mad he was at himself?? fuck you fia fuck. you. cz WHY WHAT WAS THE REASON??? i feel like ive never seen them do that to a driver, usually they cause a collision and dnf they just get time penalties but a TEN PLACE GRID PENALTY?? FOR THE NEXT RACE?? THIS LATE IN THE SEASON?? it just seems SO unfair and so harsh. not agreeing w the grid penalties at all esp when the driver alr suffered from their mistakes but the crash w maloney fine i can kind of understand, but ollie's? sorry but i didnt even see them crash that hard? (or was i half asleep? idk i js literally do not remember seeing it) seriously tho wtf.

i hope his friends, family and team gave him the biggest hug ever. he'll come back stronger ik it! we'll get thru this u guys:(

paul nation family group hug 🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂

-🧸

this is very valid :(( it wouldve been easier to celebrate if it had been better with the team and whatever, but now it was so easily overshadowed by everything that happened in f2 and i just 😶

to me, most of my pain is based on (just like u said) the fact that i think he's hard on himself, and wants to prove so much after everything that has happened. i just hope he sees the reality; that he's doing super well, in his rookie season nonetheless, and we're all so proud of him. mistakes is okay, shit happens, even max verstappen made a bunch of mistakes yesterday!!

i didnt wanna look at the clips of him in the car nor hear his radio (ive seen the screenshot of him admitting that it was his fault tho) and i saw the clip of him after getting out of the car and i just...... nope. and esp w kimi winning aaaa it made me so happy but-

god i dont understand the penalties like. yes he made a mistake but zane was also going very very slow (on the slower tyres also) so it was hard for him to tell what zane was going to do. like these things happen within even a fraction of a second and you need to trust your instinct and sometimes it doesn't work out? like obvs i cant compare it to any personal experiences in racing but in my own sport i know the feeling of getting a bad pass etc, and something tiny can mess up the entire timing and feeling and everything? so zane just going slower makes a lot of difference :// it's not common that they do this but ive seen it sometimes but this is just so.... gAH!! esp with the thing with ollie because they didn't even show it, so it can't have been THAT important, right?? so stupid

pls everyone gather around for a group hug! with paul in the middle bcs he deserves all of the love!!!!!!! <3<3<3

(oh and just so you know. "we just want you to be a happy paul aron :("........... you actually broke me with that one, i hope you're happy that im crying bcs of you 😭)

#paulie #baby #i miss him already #asks!#anon!#teddybear anon!#��!

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dextixer · 1 year ago

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On Conventions, and why it is good that Roosterteeth is getting rid of RTX.

So, many people have probably already noticed and have been made aware that RTX is not happening this year. I have seen many reactions to these news, anger, joy, satisfaction, dismay etc. What i have also seen is people asking some good questions and making some bad conclussions too, like for example the person talking about how RTX made RT money and the like, so i wanted to put my two cents in.

Do be aware that im not an expert, nor an event organizer myself, the information i will share here has been gathered mostly from the comments and statements made by organizers and those who have participated in these events.

Conventions arent profitable

First things first, everyone should keep this in their minds moving forward. CONVENTIONS ARE NOT PROFITABLE. There are exceptions of course, but at large, most conventions operate at a loss, especially those that occur in the United States.

It all comes down to cost versus earnings ratio, which more often than not, does not fall to the side of earnings. To make a convention, one has to organize a venue, staff, events, security, decorations, catering and many such associated details. Venues alone cost a LOT of money, this is not like me, a random Eastern European dude renting out a specially prepared cottage for a party with friends, Venues are specifically made and built for conventions, they are extremelly sought after and they KNOW it, as such their costs are often jacked up to high heavens, especially since things like location matter to them extremelly. The problem is even worse in the United States where many venues jack up the prices to, quite frankly, criminal ammounts.

Earnings for such events are also, not amazing. Lets remember, most of these conventions are fan-events. So if a convention isnt sponsored by a corporation, most of its earnings will be things like ticket sales, people renting out space for vendors etc, sometimes signatures and even auctions.

As such, most "profitable" conventions are the low-key ones. The ones that are small-scale, that can get cheaper venues, and thus save on the costs while being able to profit.

Big companies can afford to make big conventions at a loss because to them, its partially a flex and partially an advertisement for the company. Think of things like Blizzcon.

RT however is in a shit position of NOT being a big enough company to spend money willy nilly, but also, their conventions are not small enough, to turn in a profit either.

Cutting Fat is good

RT is not in a good state. Those critical of the show and the company in general have known that for a long time now, despite the crying and bleating of some of the biggest of fanatics that "RT IS DOING GREAT GUYS!" and other such nonsense. We know RT is in a shit state, they know that they are in a shit state, everyone with open eyes knows they are in a shit state.

As such, cutting costs is actually good.

For a long time RT has acted as a "big" company due to the success of RWBY. When RWBY blew up, so did RT, they expanded into other animated projects, started high-profile conventions, started hiring TOP class VA's etc. The thing is, the golden years dont always last.

Many a Youtuber has said as much over the years, many of them have shared that they know that they wont be popular forever, and those smart among them build up nest-eggs from the money they earn on Youtube and streaming in general.

If a youtuber refuses to accept that they are becoming less popular, well, their ending can be less than pretty. The same applies to companies like RT. After RWBY became less popular, RT did not have the golden goose anymore. They could not afford to make stupid financial decisions anymore.

So now, they are trimming the fat.

Which is good.

Possible brighter future

Hope for the best, but expect the worst, that is my current opinion on this. Trimming the fat and tightening up that belt might result in RT being able to squeeze out some smaller profile shows and earn enough money to possibly come back to RWBY, or at least make a movie to end it.

It might help the company, and as far as im aware, this is the right step to take. At the same time, this can also just... Not be enough.

#rwby #rwde #roosterteeth

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theredcuyo · 1 year ago

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I just need to vent a bit-

So, its been a year and so now, isn't it?

It's curious to me how much Techno affected me even tho I wasnt one of his biggest fans at that time, and yet, I went thru some really, really hard times over this, and in some ways, I still am, up until recently I didn't feel the strength to watch his videos, up until recently even if I watched them I couldn't help but smile in a bittersweet way

Not too long ago I was finally able to laugh, to enjoy them again, to not think about how he's not here anymore while hearing his voice, and instead, have fun with what he left for us, and yeah, that's what everyone is been saying to do, but I'm sure I'm not the only one who struggled with actually doing it, because it IS hard, it's hard to not start to have fun and immediately remember "... He won't be doing this anymore now, huh?" and get sad all over again, even if we know he won't want us to still be crying

I got over it a week or so ago, I finally can watch the great potato war without sobbing for twenty minutes after watching it, and even if the grief won't go yet, I feel like im moving on, never leaving it all behind, but carrying the moments that made it hurt so much in first place, needless to say the happiest ones, in my heart, and overall, I'm full on energy, I've been inspired by him, by his all, like everyone, to do something, to give a meaning to what I do now, to be as strong as him-

And yet... The reason I write this is because of the grief left in me, I can't deny that whenever I go watch the qsmp streams a part of me can't help but wonder "wouldn't this have been so cool if Techno was here?, if he could've been here?"

I can't help but imagine him making fun of the eggs for practically being orphans, just to be forced to take care of one, can't help but imagine him immediately throwing one off of the wall, or maybe training Chayanne, and probably, growing to love Tallulah in a "I've had this child for five minutes, but in a anything happens to her I'll kill everyone in this server" kind of way

How he would tell Greek mythology stories to the eggs, but be the one person extremely against babysitting just to end up doing it a lot because of the insane amount of time he spends playing

Can't help but imagine how he would absolutely attempt presidential assassination against all the candidates and be completely against the federation without a doubt, and how he would've entered that dungeon left for them and absolutely destroyed it

Can't help but imagine Techno doing to forever the same thing he did whenever a baby zombie was near Philza

Can't help but wish the people who didn't get to know him outside of stories actually met him, and him talking to them with his bare knowledge of Spanish, and them reacting to the man himself talking about "blowing up a country" and "farming potatoes for +six months" or how "he once conquered the world" just to have them not believing it until Phil backed up the stories

Can't help but imagine a world where Tallulah didn't have to make an altar for him, and then i get back to reality to realize that... That's not the world where I live in, I live in the world where it's been more than a year since all of this possibilities became impossible and I feel genuinely hurt again, maybe more so over the thought of how much life he had ahead of himself, one that hurts me even more because he's the same age as my older brother

I like to wonder off in my mind sometimes, and imagine just for a bit of escapism, that he'd be giving Wilbur validation in his concerts, or that he would've bullied the life out of Dream when he did his face reveal, and also bullied Skeppy when he met up with bbh, or that he would've been in first line for Tommy's show

Technodad once mentioned on Reddit that Techno had been thinking of writing a story, and that too, would have been awesome to see, as much as all the plans he had and didn't get to do that I and all of his fans keep dreaming over

At the end, I think that the grief left in me, is over how much more time he should've had, over the future that we will never see

I'm sorry for this, I really just needed to vent, I don't want to sound disrespectful or anything really, just some thoughts I had inside of me and needed to get out, I'm sorry if it sounded weird or bad-

#technoblade #technoblade never dies #i miss him #i miss technoblade #i miss techno so much #i miss the time when everything was fine and i didnt had to feel like writting this #vent post

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r0ttensunf · 4 months ago

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ive heard closer when i was 10 years old, i wanted to sing it with my best friends in a school talent show... that was the first time that ive decided to take a "professional" take on an art project. some time later ive listened to eastside and that song caried me through 2018 wich was one of the most traumatic years of my life, i was fouding out about my bisexuality in a toxic household and toxic classroom in school had no one there for me but then i found out about you for real. Ive listened to strangers cause i knew lauren jauregui but something about you were diferent. I saw some videos about you instantly feel for your beauty (like a 12 yearold who just undertood she liked girls would) and as time passed your music stuck with me more and more. in 2019 i created fan accounts to post edits fanarts all of that for you i developed so much of my editting and desing and ilustration skills consuming your music. In the pandemic your album Manic changed everything for me. i was in my most depressive fase, stuck in my home with a mother who didnt knew how to deal with her daughters feelings and a dad who seam to not care. my mom would scream at me for crying to loud and for not beeing able to get out of bed to shower but hearing your music made me wipe my tears and smile. ive always had a troubled relationship with the idea of motherhood, i kinda still do, but when you annouced that you were pregnant it was the start of a change of vision for me making me see how trully beautiful beeing a mother can be. then iichliwp came out and what a piece of masterpiece that album is. within your whole discography every word you say seems to echo inside my chest following each beat. your lyrics been nailed in my bones since that first time i heard your voice in closer when i was 10. eventho i became a fan in 2018, those almost 6 years having you as a part of my life were lifechangimg. after my parents divorced i became closer to my dad because he would ask to listen to your songs with me in the car, last year he took me to your concert in sao paulo. Because of you im able now to see that motherhood doesnt have to be exaustimg and clonficted. because of you ive learned to not listen to shit about my gender, my sexuality and mostly about how i decide i want to be. Now, youre back realeasing the most vulnerable songs in your career and all i wanted more then ever was to give you the tightest hug. ive went to sleep hugging my pillow so many times wishing one day id be able to feel your arms around me to comfort me. But eventho my life is a mess now with the transition from adolence and adulthood with me becoming 18 this year, right now all i wanted was to give you a hug so i could confort you. i know i dont know you, but thats one of the prettiest parts, how youre able to make me the happiest girl in the world without even trading words with me. how youre able to get this part of me that no one else in the world can. ive liked other artists before, but as ive been growing up none of them stayed as strong as you do. when the end came out i skip school cause i couldnt stop crying. i was so scared of losing you. i cried the whole day and guess what? my dad was the first person to confort me, the same that who seemed to not care before you. im still so scared of losing you. Not just for me, but you have such a beautiful son, friends who love you and other fans who also care so deeply for you. ive cryied not only cause youre halsey, but also just as a person who has been through such a dificult battle all those years. we still know so little, but i cant express to you enough how deeply i care about you. im sorry if there were people who made you not belive in those words anymore, but for me i can asure you ill be here for your music, your art, your truth. youre so strong please know that there are milions of people out there who are proud of you. i cant even imagine how hard it must be not only to deal with health issues like this but also now publically. gosh i just wished i could do something.

My own fans are hands down meaner to me than any other people on the planet. Not speaking for all of you, of course. But it used to be just a minority that were awful to me and now it seems like a majority have only stuck around to chime in occasionally with their opinion of how much they hate me or how awful I am. it’s hard to want to engage in a space that is completely devoid of any kindness, sympathy, patience; or to be honest human decency. Especially after years of hiding from the interactions for fear that this EXACT thing would happen. I don’t know man. I almost lost my life. I am not gonna do anything that doesn’t make me happy anymore. I can’t spiritually afford it.

When I got sick all I could think about was getting better so I could come back and be a part of THIS again, but I don’t even know what *this* is anymore and I want to crawl in a hole and I regret coming back.

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mr-buffosaur · 11 months ago

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When i was young

When i was a young strapping lad i went out into town the virgin megastore in darling harbour, i wasn't sure why at the time, but i knew in time. I would know.

I took the monorail from some point in the city to darling harbour. And i remember there was a man on there with a balding head saying, they dont milk them like they use to. I laughed.

Once in the virgin megastore, i said loudly because i was a brash young lad,where is the virgins. Then a man came up to me and said i was the virgin so i left. I walked for a fair bit of time, and i ended up at some pub, a guy in there said something and i spun around and left.

I think i headed home after that not sure really,

That was the day my mum told my friend sooty that i was an enigma and good old sooty heard it differently and he never spoke to my mum again. A few years later he told me about what my mum had said. I said what she really said and that he miss heard her. He cryed.

That day coincidentally, i got so drunk i had an accident and my dad came to pick me up, but he left me there because he didn't want a drunk son, so sooty wanted to return me to my mum, and apologise to her, as he wrote a letter as an anonymous tip, im not sure why though. We walked from our mate al's house to mine, in about a days time,but your see us kids back then where more fun and free spirited, we just did those things. Not like today's kids, who sit at home and play with their mashedpotao and wine. We smoked cigarettes. And drank coffee. These kids with their prime will never no the bliss. My pal al had rose tattoo's first album, so we would go to his house alot.

He would always tell us how he stole it from a shop because they had some records out the front, we all thought about dobing him in, but never did. Would of been funny. Once that record was on his turn table we would sit and listen, it was that good. His speakers were loud the fun was had. Once sooty brought over a Metallica record and did it suck, later on everyone and their dads became Metallica fans. I still never understood why. They were always kinda strange people. But i did like the sandman song. I use to play it in my car, and that car was Australian made. They don't make them here anymore. Nothing is.

Once all my friends went to manly to swim. But al, sooty and i got very high and climbed a hill and found a stone kangaroo statue, it was up there just looking out over the beach, we where in awe. We made up storys of how it got their, like some monster turned it to stone. In reality some guy build it a very long time ago and its just been there ever since, if you are ever in manly you should pay a visit to the kangaroo.

In high school, we had a party on the school oval. Our old mate duncan drove, since he wanted to show of his car, but we didn't have batteries for our cassette player radio thing, since we spent all our money on beer and stuff. So we used his car to listen to music,but it must of killed the battery or something. So when school came on Monday the car was still there, and our principal was so pissed he peed on the car. Danny was in big trouble. Never saw him again. Im not sure why, but it could of been the time al and i called the cops and said he had drugs or a gun or something, maybe it something more funny but i had forgotten. Actually it was the night we had the party. Maybe he couldn't move the car because he got arrested. But there are more important things to think about. Like that time sooty, al and i went to blacktown because there were some cool shops there, and we went into newsagent because al wanted a magazine or something but i realised i didn't want to spend money so i grabbed a magazine, i think it was a motorbike one or something and left and the guy saw me and came out, so i told him i was blind and got lost, he let me off easy but i had to pay, but the thing is, if i was blind why was i buying a magazine.

Anyway enough reminiscing time for me. I need to milk the lawn and mow the cow

Bye 👋

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cherryo · 2 years ago

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Honestly I’m surprised no one has requested anything with Future Leo, smut or otherwise

But uh..if you’re ok with writing that then maybe some flirty future Leo, with smut if you’re comfortable with that

hi hi love!!! thank you so so much for requesting!! i honestly wasn't that big of a Leo fan before this,,,, but!! the more I wrote and had to look up a love for him like opened up,,,, like big tall man,,, but I digress. im so glad I could write this for you!! i really hope you like it sweetheart <33 pairing: Future!Flirty!Leonardo x fem! reader genre: angst(sorta not really lol) to smut w/ a fluff ending pronouns: fem reader (gn pronouns but mentions of female genitalia and pet names such as "pretty girl") word count: 1.7k warnings: Explicit themes, cursing, movie spoilers, a little bit of angst at the beginning? reader and Casey jr are just worried about Leo, mentions of crying, creampie (wear protection kiddos), mentions of bruises (Leos too strong for his own good <33), raw dogging this shit (wear protection, again, kiddos), leo's mean and goes for it in one thrust with no prep!! teasing, overall Leo is Leo, regardless of how old he is and he will always be a flirty bastard <333 sort of proofread, anyways I hope you like it darling!!

The kraang invasion had messed everything up, but the one thing that didn't really change was Leonardo. He was still that positive leader type (and impossibly funny), even after losing his family. He stayed that beacon of hope, for you and Casey, he might've lost everyone he loved but he gained two people he would die for. Literally, he's tried multiple times to save both of you in life-or-death situations, also meaning he got a lot of lectures.

There you stood with Casey behind you giving Leon the biggest glare he could muster up. You were pacing back an' forth just trying to calm down while giving Leo a lecture and rambling. "I don't why you thought that was smart, Leon. Just because you're the "greatest ninja alive" "making quotation marks, rolling your eyes when Leo gasped at you making fun of his title " god, I hate that Casey calls you that, or that anyone calls you it for that matter. It always goes to your head" flicking his head at the same time "it inflates your ego and makes you think you're invincible and invulnerable and you're not. Plain and simple youre not, do you know how much you make us worry?" At this point, you became more serious in your lecture.

Leo sat up straighter, you only got serious when you were hurting. It was clear his acts of "kindness" were doing more harm than good, he didn't want that, he just didn't know how else to show that he cared for you both. To be honest, he was scared of having to take care of Casey by himself, so when you came along it was almost like a perfect little family.

Casey, realizing how serious this conversation had turned, slowly made his way of the train car and into a different one. He wanted to give his parental figures their space, hoping that that was okay with them.

"And I understand you don't want to lose us or you're simply trying to save us, but why put yourself in that situation when we have it handled? Why jump in front of a train when no ones there? " you were crying now, not loudly just tears streaming down your face. Leo stood up, covering you in a shadow, he grabbed you up into a hug.

"I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't be risking my life, especially in the time we live in now. I just, I can't lose more of my family" he was petting your hair, the other arm wrapped around your shoulder. Your silent tears started getting louder, letting everything you've been holding in, out.

his petting slowly helped you to calm down, realizing all you needed was him to acknowledge his stupid hero complex. "I swear I'll try to let you guys fight your own battles but, if you need help, okay?"

Letting out a feeble 'mhm' letting yourself melt Into his arms. His deep chuckle startled you, forgetting where you were during your little meltdown, realizing that you had snuggled deeper in his arms. "Wow, if I knew getting lectured gets me into this predicament, I would misbehave more often" he squeezed his arm that was around you tighter and lifted your face so you both were looking at each other.

Your face grew red, not just from the crying but now from Leos flirts. even in serious and emotional situations, he was a flirt, most times it made the air lighter. This time though, it made the air tighter, just not with seriousness.

You held his gaze, it had a glint of mischievousness and something you couldn't quite pinpoint. Breaking away from the strong gaze, not able to move your head out of his gasp. You decided the wall beside his head was more interesting than the growing smirk on the handsome turtle's face. Your hands grabbed his wrists, your hand doesn't even for around his right one.

Releasing his grip from your face only for his hands to make their way down to your hips, squeezing to let you know they're staying there. Your face got even redder, if that was possible, just from him grabbing your hips. "Aww, are you feeling okay baby?" He cooed at you, a teasing tone highly noticeable in his 'concern.' You just looked away and pouted, simply ignoring his teasing.

He pulled you closer to him by the hips, making you gasp and place your hands on his plastron. one of his hands started rubbing up and down your side, obviously deciding to stay quiet just spurred him on to get a noise out of you. Good thing you're stubborn, still staying quiet you held his gaze, eyes locked once again. "You're so hot when you're stubborn, you know that? There's nothing I wouldn't do to get you to unravel a bit" he leaned down to whisper that last part in your ear, he lingered in that spot for a minute.

"Why don't you do it?" You rubbed your hands over his plastron, hearing him let out little whimpers here and there. "Excuse me?" At this point he had returned to his full height, hands still roaming your body, "I said, why don't you make me unravel?" You didn't have to say it a third time before you're brought in for a kiss.

He kissed you hard and passionately, trying to put everything he can't say into it. He looped his hands around your lower back to drag you closer, wanting you as close as he could get you at this moment. He brought one hand up to your cheek to direct your face and deepen the kiss. Being tall meant he towered over you, so he leaned down quite a bit to kiss you, but he didn't care he'd do anything to know what you tasted like.

His grip tightens on your back, basically scratching and clawing at you showing his desperation to get you. You tilted your head to deepen the kiss, moaning into it just from how hot it was, the noise made him whimper. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer for a change.

He spun you around and laid you on his bed, crawling over you so he could be face-to-face with you again. "Is this okay?" He rested his left hand on your hip, the other holding him up. "Of course it is," you pulled him down into another kiss to give him more reassurance.

He started gripping your hips harder, hard enough to leave a bruise of his fingertips. Making a groaning noise into your mouth, he pulled back and flipped you over onto your stomach. Pulling you hips so your ass was up in the air, the sight of you in this position makes him moan. Him pulling your pants and undies down in one swift movement had you gasping at the rush of cold air and the stare that Leo was looking at you with.

He went back to crawling over you, covering your whole body. He had his plastron right up against your back, making sure you could feel him right there. He reached back to make sure he was aligned before thrusting all the way in, making you cry out in the pain and the sudden stretch. He moaned at the tight feeling of your slick cunt, his hips shaking at the pleasure trying to stay still. He cooed at you, petting your head and going back to rub your hips for comfort.

Giving you enough time to adjust to his size, you slowly moved your hips back towards his. Taking the hint, he pulled just so the tip was in and thrust back in again, slowly thrusting to get a nice rhythmic pace. Keeping the slow pace was almost torturous for you, wanting for him to just let go and go as hard as he wanted.

"Mm harder" you moaned out, he slowed his pace making a 'hm' noise to make you repeat yourself. "Harder please! Please Leon,,,, I wan-nt nhhg,,,you to fuck me as hard as you can!" moaning out the words, you could practically feel his smirk growing as you struggled.

"How could I resist such a request, pretty girl? Especially since you said please" he whispered into your ear, thrusting harder as soon as he was finished talking. His brutal pace was making you moan like a whore, having a hard time even speaking.

He pulled you up so you two were chest to back, he reached down and started making circles on your nub. You were crying at this point, the pleasure was too much for you. "Awww, is this too much for you, baby? You can't even handle what you asked for huh?" Even through his teasing you could hear him straining to keep his moans and whimpers at bay.

" 'm close,," you whimpered out, you could feel his breath on your neck, hearing that you were close made him go even harder. Before you could even warn him, you came, your legs started trembling. Your cunt tightening around his cock was what pushed him over the edge, moaning and grunting right into your ear. Feeling him fill you up made your orgasm over-stimulated, making you even more sensitive.

He fucked you through his orgasm, making you cry out and moan, the feeling sending you into a hazy state. He held you up, you basically went limp in his arms, your orgasm making you have numb legs. Gently pulling out and laying you down, Leo went off to grab a towel and some water.

He came back to find you in the same position he left you, letting out a low whistle, he came over to look over you. "That good huh?" You could practically feel his ego rising, the smirk on his face ever so present.

"The best I've ever had, that's for sure" you made eye contact with him as he laid beside you, the smirk replaced by a soft and loving smile. His fingers tracing your thighs up to your stomach and down back again, he pulled you to where you were resting in the crease of his body.

"I love you"

"I love you too"

#ChaseWrites #rottmnt #rottmnt x reader smut #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt smut #Leonardo #Leonardo smut #future!leo x reader #rise! leo x reader #lawd this made me love leo so so much #he's so #hmmmmm fine

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halotopicecream · 2 years ago

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Hi I love your writing so much!!~ I came here to ask if I could request a smut fluff with Ateez Dom!Yunho and Sub!Female reader. I was thinking of a plot with Ateez is on a tour and reader goes there to surprise Yunho and the rest of Ateez. Reader and Yunho haven’t seen each other for a while so they showed how much they had missed each other.~

Thank you beforehand!~

Im literally so sorry for answering this so late! I’ve been having trouble writing atm and I wanted to make sure I answered your request well so I didn’t rush but I realize it’s literally been so long and I’m so sorry😭 also I may or may not have flustered myself at the end🥴

-𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐅𝐭: Jeong Yunho x fem!reader

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, smut, little angst but it’s barley even there

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: reader lies to Yunho (for good purposes it’s VALID), Yunho is a sad boi :(, so. much. kissing, like it’s almost unbearable, pwp, established relationship, wooyo nipples, the ending is so fluffy (except for one part teehee) I nearly puked.

𝐍𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭

𝐍𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dom!Yunho, sub!reader, unprotected sex, creampie, choking, size kink�� c’mon it’s Yunho what do you expect?, fingering, very minor handjob, praise, BIG DICK YUNHO, belly bulge, marking, sir kink, spanking, pet names (baby, tiny, good girl, princess), mentions of when reader was a virgin, they’re both horny and in love, aftercare.

Four months.

That’s how long it’s been since you’ve seen or held your Yunho in person.

It was miserable. You always missed him, and the only way you got to see him was through FaceTime calls (which he now hardly had time for) and clips of him you saw on YouTube.

You were lonely yes, but you weren’t mad. You could never be mad at Yunho. You’ve been dating since before he was even an Idol; a few months before he became a trainee actually. You’ve always been by his side and had no intentions of going anywhere else.

You knew it was going to be difficult dating an Idol; barley being able to see him and always missing him and being left alone when he went away for tours. But you knew what you were getting into when you said you wanted to continue dating him. You knew the chances of being left alike to your devices, waking up at ungodly hours to him opening your apartment door and flopping down to sleep with you, listening as he mumbled sleepy apologies and saying how much he loved and missed you.

As frustrating as it was sometimes, you loved him. And you loved his members too.

They were like brothers to you, and you missed them as well.

You would always support Yunho through his dream and passion, encouraging him to keep going and being his number one fan through it all.

Did you cry some night because you missed him? Yes. Did that mean you took out your lonely, touch starved anger out on him when all he was doing was living the life he wanted? Of course not.

You were actually one of the people who really encouraged him to try out for being in a group, and after awhile of helping him build confidence, he finding listened.

And now look where he was.

As lonely as you were, you’d never know how much lonelier Yunho was.

He didn’t know he needed you as much as he did until he was away from you for extended periods of time. He would constantly have the urge to feel your wrapped in his arms; to squeeze your smaller body against his and give you every drop of love he could squeeze out.

Being away from you killed Yunho, but being away from you also made him perform harder.

He knew you watched the clips people posted of him dancing, so he made sure he gave it his all so when he saw you again, he’d get the best cuddles ever while listening to you praise him as you rake your fingers through his hair.

Damn…

Thinking about it makes his heart hurt.

He mused grabbing your cheeks and squishing them together, pressing several little pecks against your lips and telling you he loves you.

He’s also been violently horny but we’ll talk about that later.

After the first day of the concert you managed to get in contact with Yunho, telling him you watched the live stream and how he did so so well and you were so proud of him.

He felt his heart grow ten times bigger heading your praise, cheeks raising in a smile and anyone looking would think he was a kid in a candy store from how giddy he was. “You guys looked so good! No matter how many times I hear you sing you always so so amazing Yu! Your voice is so so pretty.”

God, he loved you so fucking much.

“Thank you tiny, but you know instead of watching online you could maaybe come to a show and come see me.” This wasn’t the first time he’d asked you to do this.

You loved Yunho, but sometimes he was incredibly gullible.

If he looked closely enough, he could see the room behind you was definitely not your own. It wasn’t your best friends room either. So if he saw, he might either assume you’re cheating on him, or… whatever other option there is.

You flew in right after the concert had ended, got to your hotel (which, thanks to Hongjoong and Seonghwa, was the one they were staying in) and settled in. He had no idea you were there, and you intended to keep it that way.

The only ones who knew about you being there were Joong and Hwa, since they were the only ones you trusted enough not to open their mouths and ruin the surprise. You saw Hongjoong walk behind Yunho, and his face turned into a smile, walking over to peer over Yunho’s shoulder and talk to you.

“Hi Y/n.”

“Hey Joongie. You guys did amazing by the way, no matter how many times I see it the performances just get better and better.” His face flushed a light pink, always happy to get praise about his group and their progress.

“Thanks, I wish you were here thought, we miss you.”

“Uh, hello? Can I please talk to MY girlfriend in peace?” Yunho butted in, bottom lip jutting out in a pout that made Joong roll his eyes and you laugh.

“Girlfriend shmirlfriend, there’s not one thing you two together that we call can’t do together.” He was not ready for the quick answered he got.

“Yunho gets to kiss her.” Seonghwa said.

“Yunho gets to give her hickies.” Wooyoung pointed out.

“He can literally fuck her you guys. That’s what you can’t do with her, asshole.” Yeosang scoffed, yelling when Hongjoong ran off to jump on him (but he was very easily held up, I’m whipped for Yeo’s arms). You snickered, love ring your mouth to keep your laughter down in fear of what the people in the rooms next to you would do.

Yunho grumbled to himself, walking out of the chaotic room to finally have peace and quiet to speak to you.

Second day of the tour in the country they were in, and you were currently getting dressed.

You decided to use an inspired outfit, loving how Wooyoungs outfit was so you made your own little spin-off. You got a white bandanna and wrapped it around your chest after using a friends cricket machine to put ‘break the wall’ ‘shout’ and other things on his shirt on yours. Wrapping it around your chest and tying it tightly, you draped a white leather jacket over your shoulders, pulling on a pair of white high waisted jeans and slipping on your white platform Converse after doing your make-up and styling for hair.

In you were being honest, you felt good.

You arrived early, and quickly after hundreds of thousands of people flooded in after you. Damn, that’s a lot of people.

Once you reached the front of the line you showed the guard the special pass Hongjoong had given you, and he welcomed you in and told you the exact spot Hongjoong had gotten you. Thanking him, you had your way inside, buying a light stick (because you forgot yours, sadly) and making your way to your seat.

“Seat number F101.” You mumbled to yourself, walking round to find your assigned seat, probably looking as lost as a baby duckling until you finally found it. He had gotten you a seat right in front of the stage, dead, fucking, center.

Perfect, no you’ll be nervous the whole time until Yu spots you.

It wasn’t long until the whole place was filled with people; Ateez fans of all shapes, sizes, genders and races all ready to enjoy the next couple of hours with the boys.

You were grinning from ear to ear as the music played, watching with big eyes and refusing to blink as you watched them dance and sing. You found yourself talking to a few girls beside you since you didn’t come with anybody, and they were really sweet and fun to talk to.

They started to perform ‘Deja Vu’ and you bent down to sneeze, letting out a relived breath before looking back up. Except you were just looking at them anymore.

Yunho was staring right at you while trying to hide his shock and his smile. He raised his hands in the air, swaying his hips before bringing them back down with the beat but never tearing his eyes away from you until he has to move away.

This is going to be fun to explain.

After the concert ended (and you were slightly sweating from all the jumping and dancing you were doing), a security guard came and found you, asking you your name.

“Yes, that’s me.” He nodded, extending his arm in the direction of back stage. “This way please.” He said, and you waisted no time making your way back to the door. The door was opened for you and you thanked him, putting the light-stick you bought in your bag before continuing to walk in.

You heard several voices, and all of them were ones you haven’t heard in person in months. The security guard walked ahead of you and you followed him, suddenly feeling nervous.

“I found the girl you asked for.”

The room went silent.

Great, not you were getting nervous.

Seonghwa was the first one to look over, and he immediately found his feet and walked over to you, wrapping it you in a comforting hug that made whatever you were nervous about vanish.

“Did you enjoy the concert?”

“I did. As always you guys are amazing.” Once they all (except Hongjoong, since he knew you were here) got over there shock, Wooyoung jumped onto his feet and ran at you in a a full sprint, almost knocking you over when he squeezed you so tightly.

They all hugged you, Yunho being the only one still in a state of shock. So, you walked over to him, climbing into his lap and wrapping your arms around his shoulders, burying your face in his neck to hug him close.

He wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling you closer to him and hiding his face away in your neck. “You’re really here… with me right now? This isn’t another dream?” He asked, voice so small you were worried he’d start crying.

Nodding your head, you placed the softest kiss on his neck, carding your fingers through his dark hair, holding back a giggle when he shivers.

“Yes I’m really here, Yu. I missed you.”

“I missed you more tiny. God I can’t believe you’re really here…”

“Thank your hyungs for that.” His head snapped up to look at Hongjoong and Seonghwa, both of them smiling proudly with their chests puffed out. “You knew?”

They nodded, noting how he didn’t move away from you in the slightest. And he probably wouldn’t move for awhile. “Mhm. We got her a flight over here and Hongjoong found an available room in our hotel, so she’s in the same building as us.”

“You are?!?” You hummed, snuggling further into his body to steal the warmth he provided. You couldn’t see it, but Yunho had you most in love look on his face. His eyes were wide and the boys could basically see the hearts beating through them.

“Oh to be not single.” San sighed, Jongho snickering next to him, yelping when the older male jumped on him.

The moment Yunho had you in his arms he did let you.

He always had a hand on you in some way; whether it was around to it shoulder, holding your hand, holding you in a back hug, or resting his hand on your ass. He was touching you in some way.

All he wants to do was get to the hotel, find your room, and fuck you till sun up. But no, everyone decided to take their sweet time backing up while he stood with you rock hard and horny.

If he could just pull you into an empty room he would, but he wanted to take his sweet time with you and savor every second he could get. He wanted to listen to your drawn out moans and needy whimpers, make you tell him how much you missed him and how badly you wanted his huge cock inside of you.

It’s been so long since he’s heard you beg, and now it was the only sound he’d ever want to hear. He wanted you to cry is name as he rearranged your insides to fit him and only him. He wonders if you’ve gotten tighter since the last time he fucked you. Could you have bought a dildo close to his side to make sure you were always ready to hit him? Part of him hoped not. He wanted to stretch you out, to feel your tight pussy squeeze the life out of him too he couldn’t move anymore.

He wanted to be suffocated by you.

And that brought him to his next thought.

You sitting on his face.

God he missed squeezing those lushes thighs of yours; bitting the skin and marking them up so nicely. He remembers the last time you sat on his face, he nearly came in his pants when you started mindlessly humping his face.

All he wanted to do was shove his—

“Yunho?” Your voice smacked him across the face, bringing him out of his very inappropriate thoughts. He quickly turned to look down at you, heart fluttering at the sweet look you were giving him. Your eyebrows were creased, confusion evident on your face. “Did you hear what I said?”

You said something? “Uh, n-no I didn’t. What were you saying?” He felt bad for not even hearing the girl he was fantasizing about not more than five minutes ago. “I was asking if you wanted to come to my room and hang out.” You said, playing with the promise ring on your finger as you awaited his answer.

Yunho chuckled, pulling you close to him and placing a gentle peck onto your lips, followed by a few more since he got carried away. “Of course I do baby. We haven’t seen each other in months, all I wanna do is be with you.” And he lent those words with every fiber of his being.

Smiling, you took his hand in yours, joining them on the bus as you made your way back to the hotel.

“By the way, why is your outfit Wooyoung inspired instead of me?”

“Because Wooyoung nipples.”

“Fair point.”

The minute Yungonfor to his room he jumped into the shower, changing into a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants before heading off to your room. He knocked on your door, and it was silent on the other end for a few seconds before you pulled it open in a way to big shirt and… maybe shorts? He couldn’t see if you had anything on underneath.

“Hi YuYu.” You took his hand and pulled him into the room, closing the door before you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. He missed you so much, feeling your lips against his wad almost so overwhelming with the feeling he was having.

He grabbing the back of your thighs and patted your butt, the signal for you to jump so you did. He kept you up as he walked over to the bed, gently placing you down on it while never breaking the kiss. His right hand came up to rest against your neck, feeling your static like against the palm of his hand.

Swiping his tongue over your bottom lip, you gave him access, parting your sweet lips to give him entrance to your mouth. When his tongue pushed past your lips he was immediately dominating the kiss, holding your body like it was the most precious treasure he’d ever seen.

You pulled at his hair, making him let out a pleasurable groan into your mouth that had you smiling. As you twisted his hair through your fingers, his lips started to trail from your mouth to your neck, not liking how bare the skin was.

“It’s been so long since I’ve marked you, huh? You probably forgot who you belonged to didn’t you baby?” Before you could protest, to tell him you haven’t forgotten and that he’s all you think about, he was pulling your shirt over your head, mind drawing blank for a second when he saw the lack of a bra.

Fuck, you were made for him.

“Been forever since I’ve had you like this,” his long, slender fingers traced shapes against your tummy, sending pleasurable shivers down your spine. If there was one thing Yunho loved, it was the effect he had on you. “Need to remind your needy little body who it belongs to, don’t I tiny?”

“Y-yes Yu.”

“Since when did you call me ‘Yu’, tiny? That calls for a punishment don’t you think?” You were quick to protest, just like he wanted.

“N-no sir! Please don’t punish me, I didn’t mean to I promise…” you looked away from his gaze, fiddling with the ring on your finger. Why can’t you just not be cute to he can punish you? Why did you have to pull at his heart string and make him want to pamper you like you princess you are?

He hummed, messaging your hips. “I still have to give you a punishment baby, you know I do.” He wanted to seem sad about it, but he couldn’t hide his giddiness. Sadly, he didn’t have the usual toys like the ropes or a vibrator with him, so he’d have to go with something different.

Moving away from you, he shifted to let his long legs hang over the edge, placing his feet to the ground before patting his thigh. “Come here lovely.” And you did. Scrambling over to him, you went to sit on his thigh, but he quickly stopped you.

“Nuh uh, bend over, sir’s gonna spank that pretty ass of yours.” Hearing those words fall from his lips so naturally makes you shudder, and you bend over his thighs and present your behind to him. He hums in delight, playing with your panties for a moment before snapping the elastic to your skin making you jump.

Yunho chuckled, adoring your cute little reactions. He runs his large hands over your butt cheeks, squeezing the flesh like it was a stress ball for him to just play with. Though you didn’t mind, having his hands on you was comforting.

A loud slap resonated through the room and the peace was broken as you let out a sudden yelp of surprise. “Count.” Was the only thing he said.

“One.” He landed another smack on your butt, watching how it jiggles with each impact.

“T-two—ah!” Another smack.

“T-three.” He was thinking of stopping at five since you haven’t done much to deserve a punishment, but the way your squirmed against him and moaned when his hand landed against your ass was just to enticing for him to stop.

He landed to two smacks against your butt, but you forgot to count them, and he was more than happy to punish you for it. “I said count.” An even harsher smack.

Tears started to well up in your eyes from the sting, but you held them in, whimpering out a quiet “s-seven” while he soothed them burn in your behind with his cool hands.

“Doing so good baby, taking your spanking like such a good girl for me.” His deep honey like voice made you feel calmer, slowing your racing heart only a little before he landed another smack ok your behind.

“Eight!” He cooed about how good you were, and how he’d make you feel so good once you took all your spankings.

Smack. “N-nine…” he saw a single tear fall from your eye, and it made his heart clench in his chest. Maybe because it’s been so long since you’ve seen each other, but his heart felt a lot softer than it usually would when he punished you.

“Last one tiny.” Smack.

“Ten!” He immediately started to rub over your sore, red cheeks, cooing at you. “Good job baby, took it like such a good girl huh?”

“Y-yes sir.” He pulled you up from bending over to press a kiss onto your lips, shifting around so your back was pressed against the mattress and he hovered over you.

Yunho toyed with the elastic of your panties, toying with the cotton fabric and he slowly pulled them down. “My finger or my tongue, tiny? Or do you wanna be greedy and have both?” He already knew what you would say, but it’s been so long that he just had to take his sweet time with you.

“What happens if I say both?” You pout, once again playing with the ring adorning your finger. Yunho chuckled, kissing you again except this time, he was getting a message across. Tonight was about the both of you, and whatever you asked for, you’d get. “Wanna answer again baby?” God, he had so much power over you it was almost embarrassing. But you basked it and basked in his praise, his attention and his love.

Because it was all for you.

So yes, you were greedy. And proud of it.

You nodded, grabbing hold of his t-shirt and pulling him closer, knowing how much he loves when you do that. It shows how bad you want him, and he knows his desperation and desire and lust isn’t one-sided.

“Want both. Please. You know I love your hands— a-and you look so handsome between my—“ he stopped your rambling with a kiss, knowing if he let you finish, he would have came in his pants. He trailed his hands down your body, touches so light and calculated they made you shiver with glee.

You needed him in whatever way he would give it to you. Whatever he gave you’d take. You just needed him— needed Yunho.

He opened your legs wide to accommodate his larger body, soaking in how you currently look under him. Your lips are swollen and red, hair a mess and sweat starting to form at your hair line.

God you look so good all messy and disheveled because of him.

Finally done teasing you, Yunho slipped a finger inside of you, mouth falling open at how tight you were. How long has it been since you’ve done anything to yourself?

“How are you so fucking tight? It reminds me of the night I took your virginity.” You moaned, weakly smacking his shoulder and you clenched tightly around his finger. “Baby you’ve gotta relax, you’ll suck my finger off of my hand at this rate.” He wouldn’t complain if that’s how he lost a finger.

“S-sorry… just haven’t touched myself since you left. It never feels good enough…” you trailed off, feeling suddenly embarrassed at how you just told him you can’t get of without him. Yunho smirked, leaning down to kiss against your neck, sucking at the skin to leave his own decorations.

“Oh? Can’t do anything without your sir huh? God you’re so damn tight, it’s gonna be like fucking my virgin girlfriend all over again,” he breathed against your lips, pecking them lightly before pulling away with a smirk. “And I would not mind that at all.”

He curled his single digit inside of you, feeling around your gummy walls and quickly found your sweet spot. You let out a whiny moan, arching your back against the bed while trying to grind against his hand to have more of what you wanted. “There it is…” he chuckled, lowering his face so he was eye level with your gushing pussy.

You peeled your eyes open to look at him, immediately wishing you hadn’t done so. He was looking right at you, sticking his tongue out to licking a long, slow stipe up for sopping wet cunt. The moan you let out was to erotic for you to handle, and you covered your face, wishing that you hadn’t just made that noise.

Yunho, on the other hand, wanted to hear more of your noises, resisting the urge to grind down against the bed. His tongue lapped at your clit while he slipped a second finger inside of you, eyes fluttering shut as he stretched you nice and wide for his thick cock.

“Y-Yunho… ‘m gonna—“

“What did you call me?” He stopped.

You whined in protest, squirming to try and feel something of him against where you needed him most. All he wanted was to be back between your legs eating you out until he was full and satisfied, but you knew that wasn’t what you called him during sex.

“Nononon please! ‘M sorry sir I didn’t mean it! Just feels so good…” you trailed off, covering your face with your hands before giving him the best puppy dog eyes you would manage. Damn it. Yunho was weak for you and there were times he was actually ashamed of how much power you had over him. But right now, it just made him throb seeing you desperate for him.

“Mm, you’re so lucky I love you baby.” He pushed two long fingers back inside of you, curling them just right to make you whine. “You’re so lucky I missed you; that I missed your lips, your scent, your touch, and this fucking cunt.” He harshly ducked your clit into his mouth, humming against the bundle of nerves and it sent you into a shaking frenzy.

You were so sensitive. Months without being properly touched and you almost never truly attending your your own pleasure made the feeling foreign to your body. But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love it.

With your core tightening you tied your hands in Yunho’s dark hair, tugging at the strands to pull him closer to you. He groaned at the sting in his scalp, adding a third finger to get you nice and stretched.

“S-sir— of fuck ‘m gonna cum. Please lemme cum, pleasepleaseplease—“ you didn’t even get to finish begging before he pulled away from you right at your peak. He silenced the cry you let out with a kiss, using his clean hand to grip your jaw and hold your head still.

You sighed, enjoying the kiss but not enjoying the empty feeling you had and having your orgasm wash away from you. Yunho chuckled, pulling away from your swollen lips to look down at you. He hovered over you and completely towered over you, making you shrink in on yourself under his intense gaze, your core tightening around nothing.

“God you’re so fucking tiny,” grabbed your hips, messaging your flesh there lovingly before placing a gentle kiss on your tummy. “So small I’m worried I won’t fit inside you again. It’s been so long since I’ve had you, your cunt’s probably forgotten how to take my huge cock, huh?” He tilted his head to the side, removing his hands from your body to peel his shirt over his head.

You sat up to help tug his sweats down, and he quickly kicked them off somewhere in the room. Next we’re his boxers and you had those pulled down in a second and he kicked them off, leaving the both of you completely naked in the hotel room.

“We can’t be to loud tiny..“

“I think we’re well past being to loud.” Yunho sighed, knowing your right. You wrapped your hand around his fully erect dick, mouth watering at the sight. You forgot he was ridiculously big, and it made your core ache. Yunho groaned, letting his head fall back for a fraction of a second before he looked back down.

He let you stroke him for a minute, spreading the pre-cum around his shaft and admiring how your hand couldn’t fully wrap around him. “Mm no more baby, you’ll make me cum if you keep going.” He groaned, removing your warm hand and shivering when he suddenly felt cold.

You giggled— a sounds that he never wants to go so long without heading again— and spread your legs, wrapping your arms around his neck to fiddle with the hairs on his nape. “I’m ready when you are.” It was the same thing you said when he finished size training you when he took your virginity.

He leant down to press his lips to yours, the both of your getting lost in each other for as long as you could manage. You reached down to grab Yunho’s dick, rubbing your thumb along his tip to tease him. He pulled away with a hiss, mouth falling agape as he looked down to see you playing with him.

He glanced back up at you, smirking before letting out another stuttered breath. Maybe he was overly sensitive too.

“Don’t tease, t-tiny. C’mon just put in in already, know you want too.” He tried to mask how much he loved your hands, but it was no use. You chuckled, pressing a kiss to his cheek before placing his top at your soaked entrance, coating his tip in your juices before moving your hand away.

“Fuck me, pretty please.” You didn’t have to ask him twice. He leant back down to connect your lips again before easing himself inside of you, the both of you groaning at the feeling of finally being connected.

The stretch was stinging, but it was bearable thanks to the foreplay and how wet you were. Yunho slowly pushed inside until he bottomed out, letting out a deep groan that made your rib cage ring. He put your legs onto his shoulders, waiting for you to adjust while he did everything in his power to keep still.

“M-move.” You mumbled, mind going dumb at how his cock dragged against your walls. God it felt so good to be full again, to be full of Yunho again. His pace started slow, wanting to drag out the session for as long as he could manage so he’s never have to disconnect from you again.

But you both grew impatient.

“More. Please gimme more Yu.” He happily obliged. He moved your legs off of his shoulders to wrap them around his hips, curling your body so he would hit deeper inside of you. You could feel him kissing your cervix, and it was making you loose your mind.

He set a hard, quick pace, using his smooth hips to create the perfect pace that has the both of you moaning silly. “God you feel so f-fuck perfect around me.” Yunho groaned, burying his face in your neck to moan into the skin. The only sounds you could make were whiny, fucked out moans, and they continued to feed Yunho’s ego.

“Your pussy was made for my fat cock huh, tiny? S-so fucking tight I can barley— fuck I’m close.” You couldn’t even manage to form a sentence right now. Your mind was completely muddled; filled with pleasure and Yunho.

“Oh god,” you moaned, arching you back it get closer to your boyfriend (if that was possible). “‘M gonna cum. P-please lemme cum Yun. Pleasepleaseplease— ah!” He cut off your begging by rubbing fast hard circles against your clit, angling his hips so his tip brushed that special spot deep inside of you.

Yunho leaned down to nibble on your ear, brutally thrusting his hips against yours with no mercy. “Cum for me.” That’s all you needed. His sweet, honey like voice sent you over the edge; your thighs spasming and your core tightly clenching.

Your juices covered his cock cock slicker, letting him continue to bury himself inside of you, chasing his own high. “Almost there tiny,” he let out a broken groan, hips stuttering. “Gonna cum baby. Where do y-you want it?” He knew where you wanted it, but asking never hurt.

“In me. Fuck Yun please cum inside me baby!” Your voice in his ear was like a drug. Yunho let out a whimper he was holding in, the pace he set stuttering out of control as he grew closer and closer to his finish.

He connected his lips yours, moaning into your mouth as he filled you up to the brim. Four months worth of cum deep inside of you. And to you, there was no better placed for it to be. You shifted your hips to the best of your abilities, trying to get every drop of cum you could out of him. Yunho hissed in overstimulation, breaking away from your lips to look down at your connected centers.

Now wanting to move yet, he shifted you both around so you were lying on your sides; your right leg kicked over his hip so he was still deep inside of you. You let out a content sigh, melting into his gentle touch as he drew circles against your back. Sleepily, you pressed your lips against his chest, right over his beating heart and smiling when he chuckled.

“Do you wanna get cleaned up?” He asked, pressing kissed against your face before pecking your lips. Once, twice, thrice before he fully connected them in a breathtaking kiss, chaste and sweet with nothing but love. You hummed, nodding but never letting go of him.

Yunho groaned, playfully nipping at your nose to get you to giggle. “I have to go start the bath tiny. You’ve gotta let go.”

“Who says?” You pout, deciding now was the time to be a brat. Yunho sighed, knowing making you let go would be more of a pain than just carrying you. “You’ve always managed to throw me around other times haven’t you? A few steps to the bathroom shouldn’t be to hard, especially with your long ass legs.” He hates how you have a point.

With a sigh Yunho picked you up, turning so his feet planting into the ground and he carried you with him to the bathroom. He sat you down on the toilet after pulling out of you, letting you do your business as he bent over to start the bath. Not being able to help yourself, you started using his butt-cheeks as drums, singing ‘Pirate King’.

He looked back at you, face showing he wasn’t amused but the smile that tugged at his lips said other wise. You raised your hands up in defense, quickly reaching back down to tap his butt once again before raising the hand back up. “What? I’m an innocent woman with less than innocent urges.”

“You’re also childish.”

“Says you—“ he pulled you into a rough kiss, silencing you and making whatever brat that had festered inside of you disappear. Yunho pulled away, giving you a cocky smirk that let you know he knew how to tame you. “Don’t start with me, tiny. Because I promise I will make you scream so fucking loud that the hotel next door will hear you begging for my cock like the slut you are. Understand.” The grip he had your your jaw was gentle but firm, letting you know he was anything but joking.

“Yes sir.” You wished you could hold onto being bratty longer, but you were to tired to handle another round. He was please with your answer, patting your cheek gently before stopping the wart and placing you inside and climbing in after you.

Once you finished your bath and got dressed, did your night routine and dried your hair (which took forever might I add), you and Yunho lied in bed, wrapped around each other like a pair of wired earphones when you put them in your pocket.

“Yunho?” You mumbled, sleep knocking on your door just waiting to be let in. He hummed in response, playing with your fluffed out hair before pecking your forehead. “Can you sing for me? Turbulence please, it’s one of my favorite songs.” He felt his heart skip two beats.

Every moment felt so domestic with you, almost like your lives were some kind of perfect fairytale.

He liked the story too, as long as his story aligned with yours he’d forever be happy.

Clearing his throat he began to sing, voice soft and low and it made your heart melt. Your shoulders relaxed even further, eyes closing as a small smile played on your lips. He sent for a few more moments until your soft breaths fanned against his neck, and he immediately knew you were passed out.

Yunho chuckled, not being able to help himself when he just sat and looked at your sleeping face. God he loved you so much it almost hurt. He placed a slow, lingering kiss against your forehead, closing his own eyes as his heart hummed happily.

“Goodnight my love, I love you.”

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shshshshshowrunner · 1 year ago

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Yes. Alright

Narrator, you stand looking at the face of Castiel, Angel of the Lord. he is Thee character of all time.

he's an angel introduced in season 4 episode 1 of supernatural and he rewired my brain. he also has Stanley and Xigbar agreeing on something: Castiel hot. "Godstiel" in particular hot.

In basic terms, and mind the spoilers (but you're on tumblr, so spoilers for Castiel are unavoidable), Castiel is the angel that is tasked with raising Dean Winchester (from the coding quiz?) from hell. He does so, but the 'very touch of [dean] corrupts' and Castiel eventually ends up falling from Heaven because he's in love with dean (<-canon! but they don't say it until the second to last goddamn ep) and because (blah blah spoilers blah blah).

Castiel quickly became a fan favorite and no matter how many times they tried to kill him off, he kept coming back on the show because everyone stopped watching whenever he left. based and iconic honestly. he was only supposed to be in like 3 episodes but because people liked him more than an angel named 'Anna' who was SUPPOSED to have a romantic subplot with Dean, paralleling the one Sam had with the demon Ruby, the creators of the show just Replaced Anna with Cas. and Expected it to not be gay. spoiler alert it was gay it stayed gay.

Castiel gets some of the coolest plotlines in the show and he Is my favorite character and also the character of all time and also he helped rescue me from BFD. and I made Xigbar hold hands with him. but that's besides the point.

eventually Cas confessed his Gay Love for Dean on November 5th, 2020. He dies instantly after. this caused a Resurgence of the Spn fandom on tumblr. he's the character of all time and i would kill and die for him. have some gifs

from his entrance

he's so special to me

he makes me insane. he makes a large portion of tumblr insane. he flipped the 2020 election with his gay love. anyone who insults him dies by my blade. look at his blue blue eyes. he's the best thing to happen to tv. he's the only thing to happen to tv. it's him it's the angel with a shotgun fighting til the wars won he doesn't care if heaven won't take him back. he'd throwaway his faith just to keep [dean] safe. doesn't he know he's everything he has? and he wants to live not just survive. tonight. . also that image of cas has been memed to death but looking at it im about to cry he really said that on tv. to dean. cas...

anyway this got was more casual than i normally am with you, Narrator, but castiel will do that. um to answer the question in your tags. His vessel is a human (Jimmy Novak) but who gives a shit about jimmy? no one. we want Castiel and Castiel is an angel.

@stanleysbuttonblog

Who is this man?

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itsdanii · 4 years ago

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Ahhh, your rejecting and regretting series is so good, my heart 🥺❤️ Can you do another one but with kuroo and kenma? You can ignore this request if you don’t wanna do it, I love your writing style and your blog! Stay safe and have a good day! 💞💞

Hey, bub! Thank you so much for the kind words, I appreciate it ♥️ I hope you don't mind me doing this only for Kenma. I got carried away so it got quite longer than I intended 🤦‍♀️ Anyway, here's your request! I hope you like it ♥️ Have a good day, stay safe and hydrated! Mwah!

a/n: read the note on the last part.

Rejecting and Regretting 6

genre: angst to fluff

warning/s: cursing, do message me if i missed any

a/n: please do read the warnings before you proceed. warnings have been put there for a reason.

ft. timeskip!kenma kozume

title says it all

Masterlist | Updates

Kenma Kozume

When you moved in to your apartment, you never expected your neighbor to be THE Kenma Kozume

If truth be told, you've been a fan of his ever since he started streaming

You knew that he didn't know you nor would he pay attention to you so you did not bother telling him that you were a big fan - the first one to always comment when he starts streaming

Not only did you think that it may make him uncomfortable but also make him feel like you were only trying to befriend him for his reputation

One night, as you were coming back from a short trip to the grocery store, you were walking with your earphones in and nose pointed on the screen while rewatching one of his videos

What you didn't know was that Kenma was walking behind you and was actually staring as you smiled and giggled while watching

You almost squealed when a hand came on your shoulder, almost punching the person behind you

Oddly, that was the starting point of your friendship

Although Kenma was hesitant at first (duh, you almost punched him) , he slowly eased when he felt that you were genuine

You basically went from neighbors to roommates because of how often you went to his unit, just playing random games and having occasional sleepovers

It wasn't long then when you realized that your "fangirling" towards the streamer developed into something more

You realized that you were no longer looking at him as the Kodzuken of the gaming world but just Kenma Kozume

You knew that you were fucked and thus you tried hiding it, but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't

So you came up with a solution - confess. You decided that you would take the leap, confess, and hope that everything would turn out well, not knowing that it was only one sided

You shifted from one foot to another as you waited for Kenma to open the door of his unit.

Earlier, you both planned another sleepover and you took the initiative to cook dinner for the two of you instead of ordering another takeout.

As you waited, you could feel your stomach grumbling as the scent of the freshly baked sushi wafted in the air.

To be honest, you weren't really a good cook but you taught yourself how to with the help of youtube and cookbooks. You weren't even planning on learning how to do it but you were getting bored of takeouts, plus, you also wanted to impress Kenma even for a bit.

When the door finally opened, you smiled widely at Kenma while showing the food you made.

"Told you to not bother knocking and just make your way inside," he muttered before taking the pan from you and letting you in.

"Unlike you, I have my manners, Kozume," you playfully said as you plopped yourself on the couch head first.

Hearing him mumbling something under his breath as he arranged the table, you propped your elbow on the couch to watch him with a small pout playing on your lips. Your eyes followed his every movement and you couldn't help but question how someone could look so perfect.

His hair was a mess in a half bun and he was wearing nothing fancy, just his old sweatpants and a hoodie. Despite that, he still managed to look like a model, specifically those who preferred the "woke up like this" look.

"Y/n, are you going to eat or not?"

You blinked your eyes when you noticed the frown plastered on Kenma's face. Immediately, you stood up and walked over to the table with a small blush on your cheeks after being caught daydreaming.

"Sorry," you said sheepishly.

Kenma's apartment was then filled with the sounds of utensils clanking and small conversations the two of you were sharing.

Even though it seemed like Kenma wasn't paying attention, you knew that he was listening. You were aware of how much he preferred listening and observing more than talking anyway. It's just that you wished that he would talk more around you.

Somewhere in your conversation, you tried hinting your feelings towards him. In fact, you think that it was pretty obvious, but it seemed like Kenma didn't notice - that or he was purposely avoiding to indulge you.

"Getting in a relationship with a fan isn't boring you know? It actually sounds exciting, to be honest."

At that, Kenma heaved a sigh which instinctively made you shut up.

His eyes were already casted on the food infront of him instead of you, eyebrows furrowed as if he was suddenly put in a bad mood. "I dont... really like this topic," Kenma said with a dismissive tone.

You felt your heart drop upon hearing that.

You've already practiced your confession several times and there was no way you'd let such words discourage you that easily. All you knew was that you had to get it out of your chest - now or never.

You placed your utensils down and looked at him straight in the eye despite him trying to avoid your gaze. "Why not, Kozume?" you asked, trying to push him to talk.

"I just don't see the point. Why would you want to date your fan? That's... weird," he simply answered, "What if they don't really like you? There's a high chance that a fan would date their idols because of popularity and fame. It's nothing but a self satisfaction."

"Hmm... I guess you do have a point," you said with a nod.

Placing your elbow on top of the table, chin resting on your palm, you pointed at yourself with your free hand which made Kenma look at you with one eyebrow raised. "Then what if it's me who wants to date you? Im a fan of yours, after all. Would you also reject me?" you asked hopefully.

Without wasting any second, Kenma answered, "Of course. Why would I date you?"

You didn't know how to react upon hearing that. You wanted to believe that he was trying to tease you but there weren't any signs of that from the tone of his voice. Moreover, he had nothing but a serious expression on his face.

"Because I like you," you answered with a low voice.

That simple phrase caused the silence to enevelope the two of you. The anticipation made your hands feel clammy to the point that you had to let go of your utensils to grip the sweatpants your were wearing.

Silently, you stared at each other as if waiting for the other person to break the silence - until Kenma did.

"Well, I don't." Standing up, Kenma took his plate and placed it on the sink, his back turned against you as he continued, "I think I'm going to stream for a bit. Make yourself comfortable."

You stared at Kenma as he made his way to his room wordlessly. "Make myself comfortable? Just who the fuck would say that after rejecting someone?" you muttered under your breath.

Knowing that it would be pointless to distract him while streaming, you started to clean the table and proceeded on washing the plates. As you were doing so, you whispered a curse when a tear suddenly slid down your cheeks.

You weren't supposed to cry. You prepared for this so you should've been able to take the rejection properly, right? He was Kenma Kozume after all. Although you became close with each other, it seemed as if he was really beyond your reach.

And now you ruined the only thing keeping you close to him - your friendship.

You decided to leave his unit after that. You felt that proceeding with the sleepover would only put a tense atmosphere between the two of you. Moreover, he did shut you out, right? Though he told you to make yourself comfortable, the way he acted said otherwise.

Maybe he only said it not to hurt your feelings.

"As if he hadn't already," you murmured, shutting and locking the door behind you.

In hopes of cheering yourself up, you decided to take a warm shower and pamper yourself to he point that skincare products basically littered your vanity when you finished and don't forget the fact that you ended up smelling like a strawberry because of your bodywash.

By the time you went to bed, you were feeling a little better... or were you?

As you laid on your bed, staring at the wall beside you while hugging a pillow close to your chest, your mind suddenly went back to what happened awhile ago.

You thought of how dismissive he seemed towards you. He wasn't always like that. Kenma had always been enthusiastic when you're around. Sometimes you would even end up watching beside him as he streams.

What changed?

Groaning, you buried your face on your pillow when you felt yourself tearing up once again. "Tomorrow will be better," you mumbled against the soft material as you slowly allowed yourself to fall asleep.

It didn't.

In fact, it got worse.

Not only was Kenma avoiding you, he was also acting as if he didn't know you - as if you didn't exist.

Earlier this morning when you were taking the trash out, you waved at him in hopes of lightening up the mood, but instead of usually greeting you, Kenma didn't even spare you a glance. He basically walked pass you without saying anything.

At first, you thought that maybe he didn't see you. Maybe his mind was elsewhere while walking. That could be possible right?

But when it continued for several more days, you realized that he was indeed avoiding you.

You felt a mixture of pain and anger. You were supposed to be the one avoiding him since it was him who rejected you but why was it the other way around? He could've atleast talked to you, let alone smile. Did he not value even just your friendship?

As the days went on, you were slowly getting tired of being the only one to put effort on rekindling your relationship. It was exhausting to keep on chasing over someone who didn't even acknowledged you.

Maybe you were just a bother to him after all.

So despite your will to keep on getting his attention, you decided to stop. If he didn't want you then so be it. You already confessed and did your best to show him that you're genuine. That's all that matters.

Kenma stared at your door beside his intensely, hand mid-air to turn the knob of his own unit.

It had been two weeks since he last saw you and for the third time of the day, he was yet again met with nothing but silence when he tried knocking on your door.

Where were you?

He knew that how he acted towards you was unreasonable but he didn't expected himself to wake up feeling like shit everyday without seeing you. He did this. He pushed you away. He said he didn't like you, right?

Groaning frustratedly, Kenma entered his unit, heading straight to his streaming room to cool off his head. If he couldn't see you personally, then perhaps he could at least see your name on his viewers.

He knew you always watched his stream and how you would always be the first to comment. Sometimes, you would even donate a huge amount of cash as a tip even though you always complained about being broke.

"They're not watching?" Kenma said unconsciously as he noticed how your name wasn't on the list.

That instantly caused a ruckus in his stream's comment section. Several fans kept on asking who Kodzuken was referring to and some even got the right answer since he streamed with you several times already.

But instead of saying anything, Kenma stayed silent. He focused on his game, occasionally shifting his eyes to the comment section and interacting with his fans.

His eyes, however, caught one comment. It was a link with the caption "Isn't this y/n?". Out of curiosity, Kenma decided to check it, finding out that you were indeed the person in the video.

No, it wasn't a video. It was a live stream of someone like him - a player.

And there you were, seated beside the unfamiliar person with a fluffy blanket wrapped around your body and your your head resting on their shoulder.

Who was that and why did you look too comfy?

"Sorry, guys. I'll have to end the stream now. Something important came up," Kenma said with a small wave before ending his stream.

Stalking the other streamer's socials, Kenma frowned upon noticing several pictures of you attached in their instagram. They were even posted just a few days ago which meant that you must've been spending time with them throughout the days you weren't at home.

Something stirred inside Kenma. It was an unpleasant feeling blooming inside his chest, clawing at him and making him realize one important thing.

He was in love with you.

And it was only confirmed when he remembered how nervous he was when you confessed, how scared he was when he heard the door shutting after he rejected you, and how stupid he was for only realizing it now.

"Shit," he whispered to himself as he quickly tapped on his phone, his finger hovering over your number, debating wether or not should he dial.

Suddenly, he shifted his gaze on the monitor of his pc which was still displaying the unfamiliar streamer when he noticed how you snuggled closer to their side.

Muttering anther curse, Kenma clicked on your number, his eyes focused on the montior of his laptop as he watched you picking up your phone.

"Please pick up," he pleaded when he noticed the frown on your face.

It took him a full 5 minutes and several dials to finally make you give in. He watched as you whispered something on the person beside you before making your way out of the room.

On cue, your voice suddenly met his ear.

"Kozume?"

It was still as soft as he could remember and with the fact that he finally admitted his feelings, his cheeks burned when he felt his heart racing.

Say it. Say it.

Say you like her.

"I-" pausing for a moment to rethink his words, Kenma sighed deeply before answering, "I'm sorry for being mean."

Fuck.

He was met with silence from the other side and for a moment, he got scared that you dropped the call.

It was until he heard some rustling sound that he realized you were still there and was purposely trying to stay quiet.

"Can we talk about this in person?" you said with a tiny voice.

Out of panic, Kenma nodded, forgetting that he was ralking to you over the phone and not in person. Mentally smacking himself, he answered, "Yes. I'd prefer that."

And I'd prefer if you're here instead of that caveman's room.

"Then, I'll be there in 20."

The moment Kenma heard someone knocking, he was quick to open the door.

His lips basically parted at the sight of you. It was only two weeks and yet why did it felt like he hadn't seen you in a month?

"Kozu-"

"I'm sorry," he cut you off, arms wrapping around you as soon as you stepped inside his apartment.

He felt how your body became stiff in his hold and without wasting any chance, he poured everything out. "I'm sorry for how I acted towards you. I treated you as if you were the last person I wanted to be with and when I didn't see you for several days, I realized how much I hurt your feelings." He took a deep breath, eyes focusing on you as he gripped your shoulders slightly. "Forgive me? I promise that I'll make it up to you."

Kenma hoped that you could notice the genuineness in his voice. He wasn't the type of person to talk too much but for you, he'd do it if it means having you forgive him and give him another chance.

"It's... alright, Kozume," you answered with a small smile.

"It's alright?" Kenma asked slowly. He knew that he should be happy that you forgave him easily but the way you said it made it seem like you were only forcing yourself.

It's like you didn't mean it.

"W-what do you mean it's alright?" he repeated.

"It means exactly what it means. I don't really see the point of holding a grudge against you, you know? You rejected me and I accepted it." Shrugging your shoulders, you walked pass him and went to sit on the couch. "I guess I just got too ahead of myself. I mean, you're Kenma Kozume, the Kodzuken of the gaming world. It would be impossible for you to like me, right? Sorry if I made you uncomfortable with my confession."

Kenma swallowed the lump forming inside his throat, eyes darting away from your figure as he shook his head no. "No... That's not true."

"What do yo-"

"I like you. How could you ever think that low of yourself?" he said, finally looking at you before he walking towards your direction. "It's not Kodzuken to you, y/n. Kozume - just Kozume. I don't want you to think that I'm someone all high and mighty just because people acknowledge me. I don't care about that. I want you. I want you to look at me the same way you did before. I want you to keep on clinging to me and to keep on cooking for me despite not knowing how to. I want you to like me again. I just want you.."

You felt your eyes well up with tears. After a long time of pining over someone you thought you wouldn't be able to reach, it was finally here - the moment you finally manage to hear the words you've longed to hear from him.

"D-do you mean that?" you asked with a small sob, your hand covering your face as you felt yourself being lifted and placed on Kenma's lap. "What if you're only saying that to make me feel better?"

"Of course I mean it. I was too stupid being scared of acknowledging my feelings towards you that I ended up rejecting you. I'm sorry." Gently, Kenma rubbed your back as he kept you in his arms, words of apologies continue slipping past his lips as he waited for you to stop crying.

"If I told you I still like you, would you promise not to treat me like shit again?" you asked while wiping your cheek with the back of your hand. "You were really mean to me, Kozu."

"I'd promise," Kenma answered with a nod.

Looking at him, you sniffled one more time. "Then I still like you," you said without taking your eyes off him.

You didn't fail to notice how Kenma's cheeks turned a lighter shade of red and the thought of how he got more flustered by your second confession than the fact that you were seated on his lap made you smile a little.

"Oh," Kenma uttered, as if suddenly not knowing how to react.

"You're supoosed to kiss me like those cliche movies," you said while encircling your arms around his neck.

Kenma's blushed even deeper after hearing that. Gulping, he gave a stiff nod before leaning in and finally planting his lips on yours.

His lips were soft against yours. Despite how tense he was at the beginning, he slowly managed to relax, fingers interlocking with your hair as he kept on moving his lips in synch with yours, both of your eyes closed as you savored the moment.

You felt yourself smiling in your kiss as you realized something - no longer were you just a fan but his s/o.

If you're reading this, hello.

I've decided that this will be the last part of the rejecting and regretting series. Though I had a lot of fun writing these, I'm no longer satisfied with how I'm writing them. The scenes were slowly becoming repetitive as well as the words. I'm craving for something new- something fresh that I've yet to explore. It was quite overwhelming how much people loved this series and I'm very thankful for that so I feel a little bad that this would be the last one. Don't worry, I still have some stuff brewing up that I hope you'd all enjoy.

Thank you so much for the love, support, and most importantly, for reading the series up until this last one. ♥️

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technowoah · 4 years ago

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Hi! This is my first time doing a request for a prompt list but can you do prompts 1,34,25 if you can put those in one fanfic, or mini series. Again this is my first time requesting a prompt list thing. If you can’t fit those three in there you can just do 1 of them. If anything I wrote just made sense, sorry if it didn’t. Have a good day!

Rather Be Devisive Then Indecisive...

Thanks for the request! I decided to do Techno cause I need some Techno content here!

Sorry it took so long 😭

C! Techno x gen neutral! Reader (platonic)

1) "I fucking hate you" "please dont say that"

34) "one more chance please?" "You're being greedy"

25) "You're right. You are useless"

⚠︎ swearing, indecisive reader, angst, angst, mentions of weapons, mentions of death, mentions of tnt & explosions, Wilbur's last canon life, sad techno, I didn't proofread, this story is so fucking long-

"Dont you see history repeating itself?!"

You found yourself in a huge predicament right now while standing by Technoblade's side, adorned in netherite armor and weapons. You were facing against the people you used once to love, the people you eere supposed to kill. You hadn't seen Tommy's face so distraught in quite some time.

Everyone thought you were the traitor, you lost the trust of the people you once sided with and loved. You couldnt stand to see the pain Tommy had in his eyes and the betrayal Tubbo showed. It wasn't true, from what you heard it wasn't true.

You didn't just appear on Technoblade's side one day, it was a tough ride to follow. The beginning of your journey had you looking desperately for a place to be, a home. You were lost in the huge kingdom with huge monuments and different types of people.

Then came L'Manburg. A place where you could be free, at least they sold it like that. You had met Tommy and Tubbo while on the Prime Path and immediately asked about their blue war coats and they immediately introduced you to L'Manburg. You were accepted a while later, meeting the citizens and making connections with all of them.

Then came Manburg and Pogtopia which led you here next to Technoblade as he went on about replacing tyrant with another. You were always on Technoblade's side ever since he joined Pogtopia. All it took was constant literature sessions and talks about politics and you were on board with his ideals and his hate for government.

You were apart of L'Manburg before Pogtopia and Technoblade had changed your mind on government he made you see everything through a different lense and that lense was beautiful and clear. You adapted his ways of thinking quickly and became "one of his personal favorites" as he would say.

Technoblade set off a firework explosion and everyone screamed and scattered, that was the "go" you ended up attacking somone else that wasn't a close friend of yours. You were trying not to attack anyone, this wasnt your style. Yes, Techno had taught you fighting styles and how to become stronger but you didn't want to fight who you considered your family.

You eventually found yourself on a hill looking over the explosions and swords swinging in the gleaming sun. People below were looking in your direction quickly then heading back into battle wondering why there werent any fireworks hot from above, but you couldnt do it. You just couldn't bring yourself to soot the crossbow that was hanging on your hip. Techno kept looking up towards you as you looked back towards him in distraught.

Everyone was yelling until Dream had spoken up.

"You know who the trader was Tommy? Tommy the traitor was Wilbur."

No it couldn't be.

"No! Technoblade killed Tubbo and Y/N left us behind, they're the traitors!" Tommy exclaimed in confusion.

Your mind couldn't make up anything at the moment, was Wilbur the real traitor instead of everyone thinking it was you? Everyone was questioning if Dream was right or not, but you were so into your own mind you didn't hear that one faint scream that lead to many others.

The ground started shaking like a earthquake was about to happen and then the ground started to break apart and explode revealing the huge amounts of TNT that was placed under the stone and dirt. You felt uneasy as smoke, and debris flew from the ground and up into the air. You heard screams of agony who were caugh in the explosion, screams of anguish who witnessed the explosion and screams of joy.

Emotions flew through you like blood. This wasnt what was supposed to happen was is? You were a citezen of L'Manburg before a citizen of Pogtopia and this was the worst thing you have ever seen. The sky turned dark and grey, the place you used to call home is gone and the person who destroyed your home was the one who built it.

"Wilbur?!" You screamed as you saw him and Philza staning next to what looked like a man made cave in the hill.

Everyone else followed your line of sight and saw Wilbur standing next to Philza talking to him. Philza had a sword in his hand and what is seemed like arguing with Wilbur as well. Everything seemed so chaotic you didnt know what to focus on, Wilbur and Philza, Dream inevitably sneaking away, or Technoblade's glare at you from a top a building. You couldn't bring yourself to face Techno right now. Technoblade was a source of comfort for you, but at this moment you had no where to turn.

The straw that broke the camel's back was seeing Philza kill Wilbur. He pierced the sword through his heart and as Wilbur's legs couldn't hold himself up anymore Philza hugged his son and fell down to the ground with him hugging him in his last moments as everyone below screamed at Philza.

Your vision became blurry as tears welled up in your eyes. Everything was gone. You had nothing left to go back, no home, no Wilbur. It seemed like Tommy and Tubbo didn't want you back in their lives so it seemed hopeless. Falling to your knees you cradled your face in your hand trying to block out all of the commotion outside.

L'Manburg was like a home you always wanted but never had. They were like family and you grew too attached. You loved them like brothers and a sister. You loved them you grew attached to them as well, especially to Wilbur because you looked up to him as a leader and he took you under his wing when you had no where to go, he cared for you like a big brother. Tommy and Tubbo were also another two you grew too attached to because of Tommy's impulsiveness and Tubbo's attention to detail and caring for others.

After the fall of L'Manburg Technoblade had to make everything worse.

He had looked towards you one last time before getting into position.

"Are you just gonna sit there!? We have a job to do!" Techno said while unsheathing a sword.

"Isn't the job done already?!" You yelled back still sat on the hill.

Techno started to laugh. "Barely!"

He jumped down from the building and into some rubble underneath him and you followed him down the hill. Techno had brung out soul sand and began placing it on the ground with wither skeleton skulls in his hands. You walked over to him and he handed you a skeleton skull, you reluctantly took it out of his hands and you saw him smirk at your compliance.

Tommy began walking towards Techno and you in a fiery rage ready to fight him. He couldn't get straight to him because of a small gap the explosion made. Tommy was trying to keep everyone on that side, safe. Dream and Punz jumped over the gap and joined both you and Techno by the soul sand.

"Stop this right now Techno!"

"You stay over there Tommy!"

The two bickered back and forth until they eventually died down and Technoblade spoke up over the talking and yelling coming from the side Tommy was on.

"Tommy, do you think you're a hero? Is that what this is?" Techno said while letting his guard down for a moment and put his crossbow down.

"I just- I just wanted L'Manburg!" Tommy exclaimed back clearly confused.

You werent a stranger to Technoblade's speeches you were a fan of them really, but not when its against someone you would consider a brother.

Technoblade spoke up over Tommy. "You wanted power.

"I wanted L'Manburg, thats all I ever wanted. I wanted..." Tommy stopped talking for a moment, like he was thinking.

"Tommy you just did a coup! You just did a hostile government takeover and then immediately instilled yourself as president." Techno explained to him in a more serious voice than before.

"And then you gave it to your friend, but that still a tyrant Tommy!"

"But the thing about his world Tommy, is that good things dont happen to heros. Let me tell you a story Tommy. A story of a man called Theseus."

Technoblade had taught you about Greek literature and how they could be compared to people in the kingdom today. He so happened to find correlations between Tommy and Theseus at this moment.

You were still anxiously waiting for Technoblade's long speech to end so you could get this heartbreak over with. The need to cry more never became more apparent until now, the need ro run away and never come back but you wanted to listen.

"His country was endagered and he sent himself forward into enemie lines, he slayed the minotaur and saved his city. You know what they did to him Tommy?!"

"What did they do-"

"They exiled him. He died in disgrace, despised by his people. Thats what happens to heros Tommy." Techno finished his Greek mythology speech.

Tubbo spoke up from behind Tommy. "But he saved everyone!"

"The Greeks knew the score, but if you want to be a hero Tommy that's fine." Technoblade started walking backwards with a wither skulls in each hand.

You had soul sand infront of you and you were waiting till Technoblade set the first wither out into the world. There were wither skulls in the brown grass so you all could quickly put the skulls ontop if the sand. Technoblade thought it was a good idea to have multiple withers flying in L'Manburg at once. You and Techno were probably going to get attacked by the withers too because withers dont know who made them, they just attack.

"Technoblade dont do this! We're so close! Im not the hero! No one's the hero!" Tommy pleaded and that made your heart drop.

"You want to be a hero Tommy?! THEN DIE LIKE ONE!"

There it is. Techno started placing the skeleton heads on the soul sand and you followed suit placing three skulls onto the other. The two withers started to form and grow besides you and Technoblade. You didnt want to do this at all. You could hear the screams from the former Pogtopia and L'Manburg citizens, this wasnt what you wanted. You didn't want Wilbur to die, you didn't want L'Manburg to go, and of course you didnt want your family to die.

Technoblade grabbed your hand and led you to a higher plane, both of you dodging the blows the withers were giving out to anyone in their way. You had made it a top of the building Technoblade was before. You felt like your lungs had no air in them, from the running and and seeing Tommy desperately trying to fight a wither above him, Tubbo shooting arrows next to Quackity and the withers making Wilbur's explosion bigger than it was.

Technoblade started laughing at the destruction and the screams of the people below. You knew Technoblade was a dangerous man, he killed and did it for his own reasons that you didnt argue against. He had told you that he will tell you one day, but this wasnt that day. You didn't want to hear anything from him, you had lost everything.

"I fucking hate you." You breathed out in disbelief at the destruction below.

"Please dont say that." Techno rolled his eyes.

"You're not telling the truth-"

"MY LIFE IS GONE TECHNO! I- My home is gone! Wilbur is gone! Where do I go?!"

"Hou have me! What are you talking about? Did you just blindly follow me?! Newsflash I'm not Wilbur, Im not Schlatt! Im my own person that dosent associate with government so might as well destroy the government physically." Techno looked back out into the chaos.

"This cant be the way!"

"Do you have another plan?!"

"If I did it wouldn't have mattered." You said calming down, but still angry.

"Should've said something sooner." Techno said while walking away from the edge of the building and away from you.

"Again, it wouldn't have mattered." You said as a final statement before he walked away.

You didnt know where he was going nor did you care at this point. You retreated for now and found yourself back in Pogtopia. Going down into the decorated cave and reminiscing on times shared. The moments where Tommy was messing with Wilbur, when Tubbo immediately relaxed when he found himself around Pogtopia and he could be himself, when Techno and you had extremely deep talks in the potato farm.

You ended up going back to your home later that night trying to clear your mind and trying to know where to go next. The next morning your feet had a mind of its own that morning because you ended up at Tommy's house. You had knocked on his door and he swung it opened it with his widened eyes not expecting you to be there. He was bandaged up more than usual, he had scars on his hands and face too. It was a sad sight for you.

"Y/N?! What are you doing here!? I didn't-"

You cut Tommy off by hugging him and trying not to cry at the sight.

"Im so sorry Tommy." You said regretting everything.

"Im sorry I hurt you."

"Hey calm down. I forgive you, but it's gonna be hard ya know?" Tommy explained as you let him go sniffling.

"I understand, you shouldn't feel obligated to forgive me I know its going to be hard to help them grow even though I betrayed them." You slightly laughed and Tommy smiled.

You felt accomplished that day. You hung out with Tommy the whole day, then found Tubbo as well. They both accepted you but slowly but surely were going to forgive you. You hated that they were in pain but they knew you were in pain as well. Later that day you sat down with the both of them and wrote letters to everyone wanting to reconnect again. The two had said they would help deliver the letters while you delivered some too.

The day turned into night and you and Tubbo were currently walking around doing nothing in particular. Tommy had headed home as you promised to visit him tomorrow. You and Tubbo both ended up on the topic of Phil. Silence fell upon you two, you didn't know what to say about that. You didn't know Phil that well, but he seemed regretful. Wilbur's death became a touchy subject between you two. Tubbo then asked you about Technoblade and you had no answer to that either.

Technoblade left without telling you anything at first you didnt care, but now you are slightly regretting having that stupid fight. Days continued to go on and your regret became more apparent each and every day. You had reconnected with former L'Manburg members and asked for forgiveness. It was a slow process but you all became closer in due time.

Technoblade and your relationship grew further apart and you noticed that. You never seen him since the final day of L'Manburg until one day.

You had visited the abandoned and long forgotton Pogtopia once more longing for the days before all Hell broke loose.

"What are you doing here?" You turned your head to see Technoblade standing not too far away from you.

"What are YOU doing here?! Where have you been?" You exclaimed not knowing whether to run to him or stand still.

"Well im used to being left alone. It's not that hard you should try it sometimes."

"Last thing I remember was you walking away."

"Last thing I remember was you yelling at me and telling me that you fucking hated me." Techno said matching your tone.

"I was in a bad place at that moment." You tried to justify your actions when in reality you couldn't.

"Weren't you all!"

"What's that supposed to mean?" You said getting defensive.

"I mean all of you L'Manburgians. You all were going through something. That something was the death of your leader and the inevitable death if your country. You apparently never let go of that side, L'Manburg is still with you somehow." Techno explained to you.

He always read you like an open book. You still never let go of L'Manburg and thats why you went back and left your and Technoblade's relationship behind. Yes that was your fault, but you can try and reconnect, try to build trust again.

"Can't I be with them and you at the same time?" You asked, while your confidence left your body.

"NO! WHAT?! Why would you say that?! Have you been listening to me?!"

"I have! You-"

"No you clearly fucking havent! They are feeding into the very thing they sought to destroy! History is repeating and you going back is only encouraging it! Soon enough the new "L'Manburg" will fall time and time again!" Technoblade yelled clearly fed up with the conversation.

"Technoblade. I wanted to make ammends with you! I wanted to be on your side again!" You pleaded.

"Apparently not because you keep runnning to L'Manburg!"

You were getting desperate, it felt like everything was lost again. Why did you have to chose between anti-government and pro-government. You didnt have to, you just needed your friendship that was torn apart glued back together. The need to rekindle the friendship between you and Technoblade began to exceed everything else and continued to cloud your mind.

"One more chance please?!"

"You're being greedy." Techno taunted.

"Techno listen! I-"

"I am listening." He interrupted you on purpose.

"Seriously I wanted to rekindle our friendship so please just let me do this!" You pleaded.

"That's not going to be happening anytime soon. You know Im usually the one being left, but now that I see you like this I now understand why people leave others." He laughed.

You stayed silent and that gave him the opportunity to speak more.

"Those that have treated me with kindness, I will repay that kindness tenfold. And those that treat me with injustice, that use me, that hunt me down, that hurt my friends. I shall pay that injustice a thousand times over."

Another speech he would use another time. Your gaze was set on the stone ground beneath you. You couldn't face him and you knew he was talking about you. You weren't going to get the happy ending you always dreamt of. You were always aware of falling out of friendships but you never knew that one of your falling friendships would hurt this badly.

"All that time ago, you're right, you were right. You are useless."

"I dont need you anymore." Technoblade continued and ascended up the stairs to leave. He left you alone down in Pogtopia, it was hard.

"I came here to get actual shit done, but it turns out I couldn't." You heard Technoblade mumble upstairs before you were for sure he left.

You were left in the once lively underground community of Pogtopia. It was quiet and still now with the only thing was a small cool whispering of the wind.

You had your family, slowly but surely it was coming together but now everything seemed more broken than ever. Unbeknownst to you everything would get worse.

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