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bisexualiteaa · 8 months ago

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How The Boys Met You

Character list: Soap, Price, Gaz, König, and Ghost

AN: This one is a little different than the stuff I’ve been posting lately, sort of a throw back to some of my old content! I will be getting back to the regular stuff as well, just wanted to post some of the things that have been in the works for a while now! Hope y’all enjoy! 🥰

CW: slight OOC task force 141 + König, deviance from the games, fem bodied reader, possibly poor attempt at writing accents, flirting, talk of dating apps, being stood up, mentions of alc0h0l, mentions of w0unds, mostly fluff, slight suggestive themes, cursing, possible grammar and spelling errors

Taglist: @expirednukacola

John “Soap” MacTavish

- He was at his favorite pub, spending the weekend enjoying a few drinks with a couple of the guys.

- Three beers deep, going on about some stupid story that anyone could tell by the guy’s faces that he’d told a million times already, and every time told it as if they hadn’t all been there to witness it just to get to the butt of a joke.

- ✨Then you walked in✨

- He was speechless as you walked up to the bar. Your cute, form fitting dress on, heels that made your legs look absolutely stunning and your make up all done. You looked too damn good to be sitting in a place like this he thought.

- The only thing off about it all? You had a sad look on your face as you sat down, breathing a heavy sigh before the bartender made his way over to you so that you could order a drink.

- It made his heart hurt to see someone so pretty look so sad, not to mention the guys were totally teasing him and daring him to talk to you.

- The “make your move before I do” ™️

- “I’ll have an old fashioned please, extra cherries” you ordered, and he knew right then and there that you were different than the usual crowd this place pulled in.

- “Put it on my tab, I think I’ll have the same” Johnny spoke, making you turn to look at him, intrigued by his Scottish accent and the fact that he had just paid for you.

- You tried telling him he didn’t have to, but he kindly insisted, making you blush before you thanked him.

- “You look beautiful if ya don’t mind me sayin” he said, making you smile at his compliment, the first one you’d gotten all night. “Thank you! It was a new dress I bought for a date tonight but…I got stood up. So I came here instead to take a little of the pain away” you responded, and he understood where the pain in your eyes came from now.

- “Steamin’ Jesus…someone really stood you up? What ‘n idiot. They really missed out. Ya look stunnin’. Anyone would be lucky t’ go out with a gal like you” Johnny said, making you blush again as you smiled.

- Secretly it made your night.

- “How about I give it a try? We have some drinks, I tell you a little about myself, you tell me about your fine self, and we have a good time in the makin’? I’d happily make up for the screw up they made to get t’ know ya and see ya leave with a smile if you’re willin’. And if I’m lucky, hopefully I’ll get t’ leave with your number so we can have a second one” he said, and rather smoothly at that, making you giggle as you took a sip of your drink. “Alright lover boy, seeing as we have drinks, tell me about yourself” you replied with a grin and he lit up with joy at your humor and you accepting his offer.

- Was better than you could have ever expected, certainly better than the stuffy, upscale place you were at originally. You were glad you ended up meeting someone at the pub he soon figured out that you frequented just about as much as he did.

- Even better? You went home with a smile, he went home with your number in his phone, and both of you went home with a plan for a second date. 💖

Captain John Price

- You were a barista at his favorite cafe he’d been going to for years now.

- When he wasn’t gone on deployment, he would come every day at the same time around lunch time, right before the rush, and leave once it was done.

- He ordered the same thing every time. Hot tea no matter the temperature outside, two sugars and a splash of cream and he would sit in the same spot by the window, reading or working on his laptop.

- You learned he was never terribly big on sweets, assuming he got most of his sugar intake with his drink, but every once in a while you’d slip him a bakery item for free.

- He was convinced it was just you being nice and making sure he had food before returning to work because it was a bad habit he was doing his best to break, but anyone else who knew? Was thoroughly convinced it was your own method of flirting with him.

- Sometimes you would take your break and sit and talk with him, try and get to know him more than just his order, the name he would give you to write on the cup and his phone number for the rewards account.

- One day it had been a particularly difficult day before he’d come in, but upon walking in and breathing in the lovely smells, seeing your bright smile, and hearing you sweetly greet him, he already felt ten times better.

- He returned the sentiment as he walked up to the counter, not even opening his mouth before you had put his order in the POS already, wishing to save him the trouble with how stressed and tired he looked. “A delight as always, love” he said, making you smile again. “Rough morning?” You asked as you made it for him, seeing stress written all over his face made you feel for him. “Very” he responded through a sigh as he took out his wallet while talking to you and watching you make it. “Four twenty nine as usual?” He asked, making you smile as you sat it down in front of him. “It’s on the house today. Please, sit and rest, I’ll have it out to you asap!” you said sweetly. “And if it isn’t too classified, I go on break in ten. I’m happy to lend an ear if you wish to confide your burdens or just to talk” you added, making him smile as he took a seat, pulling a chair out for you for when you were clocked out on break.

- You spent a little over time on break talking, having lost track of the time but it wasn’t busy so you knew it was okay.

- As he was about to leave as you were clocking back in, but it was then that he saw you’d left your number on the back of his cup, making him smile before quickly adding you into his contacts.

- Hello love, this is John. I wanted to say it was lovely talking with you today, thank you for the tea and for making the rest of my day go by much better. ❤️ I’d like to take you somewhere that isn’t the cafe sometime if you’d allow me, what do you say? you read on your phone, making a bright smile stretch to your lips as you excitedly responded and planned a proper date with him.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

- Poor Kyle had been on just about every dating app he and the boys could to find to get him the perfect girl to settle down with.

- From Tinder, to Hinge, to failed dates set up by finding people in person, he wasn’t sure if his heart would be able to withstand anymore heartbreak.

- This was attempt number eight, with seven dates failed before this. Why was the dating world so difficult now? He did everything he could to be himself and present himself as someone suitable.

- He swore to himself that if this one didn’t work out, that he would give up on it entirely. After all they do say you don’t find the right one when you’re searching for them, they find you.

- Or at least that’s what the married ones say.

- So when his date was running twenty, almost thirty minutes late to their supposed date, he was hurt but sadly wasn’t shocked either.

- He gave a heavy sigh as he checked his watch, then his phone for any communication from her. No text messages, no calls, absolutely nothing to let him know that his date was on their way or even still on for it.

- You were sat at the bar enjoying a few drinks as you normally do on the weekends, when you saw him walk in and grab a table for two.

- He was a handsome young man in your eyes, nicely dressed in a nice dress shirt, slacks, and a nice jacket seeing as it was raining outside.

- You were slightly saddened to find that he was there waiting for a someone else, assuming he was on a date, but when you’d stolen a few glances his way through the night, you noticed he’d been sitting there for a while and the second person had yet to show up.

- Your heart hurt for him, knowing what it was like to be stood up, it was the reason you gave up on dating all together yourself.

- When more time had passed by and his date still hadn’t shown, you decided to take the faithful leap.

- You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol in your system, or just the way that you sympathized with what he was going through, but just as he was getting ready to stand up and walk out, you found yourself walking over to his table.

- “Hey there handsome, I couldn’t help but see you’ve been sitting here for a while. Mind if I join you?” You asked kindly, and he had to admit, it took him back a bit.

- You looked stunning, donned in a nice cocktail dress, your hair and makeup done nicely, he figured you came here often with the way the waiters knew you and your drink order well.

- “Sure, that sounds lovely actually” he replied, his British accent taking you by slight surprise but with a kind smile in return. Maybe this failed date could take a turn for the better after all.

- You two sat and spoke over shared glasses of wine, some food, and got to know each other some.

- You talked of your hobbies, your work, your life goals, your favorite things, over all it had turned out far nicer than he could have imagined it would have been.

- You were both laughing and talking amongst each other when another woman came up to the table, looking dressed for a date and seemingly not very happy to see you sitting in her place.

- “Umm excuse me, I think you have the wrong guy, I’m supposed to be on a date with him” the girl spoke, pointing to him and regarding him as if he were an object of her possession making you turn to her and you fought to stifle a harsh laugh.

- “Oh I’m sorry, were you the one whose seat I’m in? Funny because you’re about two hours late sister. Finders keepers” you replied, trying to wave her off then turn back to Kyle and ignore the woman who clearly stood him up by the hickies all over her neck that were very poorly covered.

- “Excuse me?!” She asked angrily, making you turn back to her once again, only this time more annoyed at her persistence and rudeness. “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were dense and rude, I said finders keepers. Should keep that in mind next time when you decide to be late to a date because you were too busy having fun with another” you said, gesturing to her hair that was slightly unkempt and the fresh love bites along her neck.

- It took everything in Kyle to not let his jaw hit the table at your response in his defense.

- He liked you even more now.

- “Oh and newsflash sweetie, that concealer really isn’t your shade. If you want to cover up hickies, find one that matches. Now if you excuse us, we’re trying to have a nice dinner here and I’d really like to get back to the very nice man you decided to stand up” you said, making her angrily scoff and look to Kyle for his defense.

- “Ugh, Kevin! C’mon, tell her to leave! This was supposed to be our night!” She said, making you cringe at her whiney tone and the way she didn’t even know his name.

- “My name’s Kyle and no. She was kind enough t’ come up t’ me when you weren’t here and I’m havin’ a rather lovely time with her. I’m sure the date who entertained you before this would happily take you back. I will not be rude and ask the woman who’s so kindly kept me company to leave because you think you’re entitled to crash our date” he replied, and she did NOT like that one bit.

- “DATE?! Ugh, whatever! I knew I shouldn’t have come here” she said angrily before stomping away once it became apparent that you weren’t leaving.

- He couldn’t have been more relieved, then soon enamored by you. First, you come over to him because you didn’t want him to be alone, then you defend him against his date?

- Where have you been all this time?

- “That was your date? If you asked me, I think you dodged a bullet there” you said with a grin, making him chuckle.

- “I couldn’t agree with you more” he replied, enjoying your company far more.

- “Glad to know you’re having a lovely time with me, because the feeling is quite mutual” you said genuinely, making a blush rise to his face before smiling back at you.

- Once the date was over, you both exchanged numbers, keeping in contact and being sure to step up more dates to come.

- Maybe his married buddies were right, all it took was for him to stop searching and there you suddenly were.

König

- He wasn’t exactly proud of it, but he met you through one of the guys who had set you up with him as a one night stand.

- Someone that would just give him some fun and a chance to relax for a night, with the guys claiming he needed to be “less tense”

- He’d had his fair share of sexual encounters before from past girlfriends and the occasional hookup, but something about you felt different.

- You were kind and sweet, a little shy, and of course really attractive.

- Not to mention the sex was unbelievably good.

- He loved that he was so much bigger than you, that you felt so small in his hands as they slid around your waist and to your hips as he kissed you, and how yours trailed his biceps and hard chest.

- Thought it was cute that you have to get up on your tiptoes to kiss him or to loop your arms around his neck.

- What he loved most was how you toyed with him, how you could be obedient and bratty, you could be dominant and submissive.

- You had an almost chaotic, unpredictable air about you.

- You were the wild card he’s been looking for.

- So as you both laid in his bed, his hand running along your back soothingly as you laid on top of him, naked and enjoying the after glow of the activities you’d just taken part in, the words left him without any second thought.

- “Could we…maybe see each other again, liebling?” He asked, and how you swooned at the nickname and his German accent.

- You thought it was so cute that a man of his stature, someone who looked so scary and big could be so shy.

- “Awww, do I have someone hooked?” You asked in a teasing tone with a devious giggle to match, making him blush at your words.

- “It doesn’t have to be like this again i-if you don’t want it to” he stammered, making you giggle as he tripped over his words a little.

- “I wouldn’t half mind if it was…” you said with a half lidded grin, littering kisses against his neck and chest because truth be told, you were a little hooked on him too.

- “Would you let me take you out? Properly get to know you?” He asked, wanting to treat you right, wanting to show that he had better intentions than just a one night stand if you’d let him.

- He’d have started that way had one of his friends not set this up without him knowing.

- “that sounds really nice” you replied sweetly, liking the idea of maybe seeing where it goes.

- It was adorable seeing the excitement that flashed in his eyes when you agreed, making you giggle.

- “Such a gentleman, I like it” you added, feeling butterflies begin to flutter in your stomach at the thought.

- He gave a chuckle as he rolled you both to where he was on top of you, taking you by surprise at first before looking up at him with that half lidded gaze he couldn’t get enough of.

- “I’ll take you out to dinner, get to know you, treat you right, then we can come back here…and I can be far less gentlemanly” he said through kisses he laid against your neck and shoulder, making you giggle.

- “I’d like that” you whispered in reply as your lips found his once more, a smile donning your lips at the prospect of it.

- He could hardly wait, the guilt of knowing your body first and the rest of you later no longer ate at his conscience as you both were swept up in the moment again.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

- He was a frequent flier to medical more so now than he ever was before since meeting you, and you were the nurse he’d always see to help him.

- Hardly was he ever really there for anything super serious, a cut here, a gash there, an infection from something caught out in the field.

- He rarely ever enjoyed anyone fussing over him, in fact if it weren’t for you, he wouldn’t even go to medical for his injuries, more of the type to tough it out with a bottle of whiskey and some pain pills to take the edge off.

- It was your soft touch on his arm as you stitched him up, the way you respected his privacy in not asking him to remove his mask anytime he was there, even the smell of your shampoo as you tended to a cut on his collarbone.

- You would always smile and shake your head, hands on your hip like a mom whose child got back from causing trouble when he would enter.

- “What’s it this time?” You’d ask before he’d show you, then tell you briefly and vaguely about how it happened and groan and complain that it happened at all.

- This time however was far more serious.

- You saw the blood seeping through his shirt, dripping as he walked, his hand clutched to the wound as he saw you, making you all but drop what you were doing.

- “Si? Oh my god, sit, sit! What the hell happened??” You asked, concern evident in your tone, something he’d never really gotten from others before.

- Did he just hear you call him Si? Oh the poor man was hooked without even knowing.

- “Just a bullet sweetheart, had thousands of ‘em fly my way, just unlucky enough this time t’ ‘ave one land” he said nonchalantly but you could tell by its placement that he was in pain.

- “You’ve been shot and you’re just walking in here as if it were nothing? Why didn’t you call me? I’d have come to you! Actually don’t answer that, I know you’re too stubborn and wouldn’t let me” you replied, making him chuckle.

- You had him lay down on his back, slicing open the shirt with a pair of scissors before tearing it so you could get to the wound quickly and with no obstructions.

- And that was the most attractive thing he swore he’d ever seen.

- “An’ here I thought you were suppose t’ take me out on a date before you rip my shirt off” he said dryly, wanting that look of worry and that tense stressed feeling to fall from you, making you laugh.

- “Fuck, well they didn’t teach us that in basics” you replied, making him chuckle as you laughed along with while getting him and your tools prepped.

- “Maybe that was my lucky shirt” he joked once more, making you roll your eyes with a playful grin but you were still worried about him.

- “We can mourn the shirt later, I’m more worried about the bullet inside of you and getting it out first” you added, making him grin beneath his mask as you blushed a little at the sight of him shirtless.

- “Practically skipped dates one through three at this point, seen me down t’ everything above the belt” he said, making you laugh again as you cleaned his wound and prepped your instruments to remove the bullet.

- “Well, maybe if you keep coming back for me to check on you and the progress of your stitches, then in say maybe…four weeks for proper healing, I’ll take you up on a proper date” you proposed, and he couldn’t lie, he liked the sounds of that.

- “Then, maybe if you’re lucky, we’ll skip the shirt and get below the belt finally too” you said, sending a grin and a wink his way, making him chuckle as the clang of the shell casing hit the metal bowl.

- “That means no more getting shot in that time though, or else you’ll have to wait even longer” you teased, making him chuckle again.

- “Fuckin’ torturin’ me luv. Makin’ me wait that long” he replied, making you giggle a little and you figured it was the morphine kicking in that let him be this open with you, not that he hadn’t been before but he was certainly more relaxed now.

- Would mumble compliments under his breath like “smell s’good luvie” “y’ look s’pretty like that” making your cheeks feel as if they were being light on fire and the smile never leaving your lips.

- Little did you know, he secretly would be counting down the days and had more of a reason not to get himself killed out in the field.

#könig cod #cod x reader #cod imagine #call of duty #call of duty fanfic #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #john soap mctavish x reader #john price #konig #john soap mactavish #cod ghost #captain price #price x reader #konig x reader #gaz x reader

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boffix · 4 months ago

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we have Frye that smokes....

is there a Shiver that smokes? or perhaps a Shiver alc0h0l!c?????

Hmmm I did make a Shiver to go with Frye that smokes, but haven’t drawn them as much. Maybe I should work on that…

#inbox #Frye that smokes

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miralunawritez · 1 year ago

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The Other Woman...

Cheating hcs for Veneer & Velvet

warnings: mention of screaming, violence, stalking (indirect and direct), murd3r, alc0h0l abu$3

Veneer:

When you're suspicious:

Tries to lie about it when you find out, saying that someone was setting him up

Super obvious, his phone is never on silent and has one for work and one for personal use, just looking through his contacts gave you suspicions

Horrible liar, "they are just an old friend that wanted to catch up", "oh my lipstick is smudged because of the cup i was drinking out of"

Starts hiding his phone from you more, being more secretive, making sure only the back of his phone is facing you when he is texting the person he is cheating on you with

He acts more affectionate than before, hoping that you will stay with him if you find out

Once he texts you goodnight, he texts the other person asking if they are awake

He always cancels or reschedules plans with you to hang oit out with the other person

When you find out:

Once you confront him about it he tries to play victim, lying and trying to convince you that they mean nothing and that they made moves on him and he was too nervous to do anything about it

His heart drops to his ass once you pull up screenshots of Veneers conversation with the other person that someone sent you

"These are fake! I would never cheat on you! Here, you can go through my phone!" He yells out, anxiously trying to delete the conversation with the other person

His desperation is quickly replaced with fear as you snatch his phone out of his hands before he can delete the messages and he hears your blood curdling scream of pure rage

"Baby please..it was a mistake please lets just talk about this"

He stands their helplessly as you throw the closests objects to you at him, trying to dodge them while you scream "I FUCKING HATE YOU" over and over again

"Please babe I'm sorry! You dont have to do this.."

"You werent sorry until you got caught." You were right, he wasnt sorry until he got caught.

He stood there watching you absolutely destroy his room, flipping dressers over, throwing his phone at the wall, shattering it, breaking framed pictures of you and veneer by slamming them onto the floor. His whole world was collapsing around him and there was nothing he could do about it

Begged for you to stay with him, which you obviously didnt

After you found out and left him:

The realization of the huge loss he experienced finally hit him, feelings of regret and guilt filling his body

He spent countless nights crying, wishing he never did what he did

He ended up blocking the person never wanting to see them or hear from them ever again. just hearing their name makes his heart heavy and makes him sick to his stomach, reminding him of how they completely destroyed his relationship with you, his first love

He messes up at all of his shows, which pisses Velvet off. He doesn't care though, all he can think of is how things ended with you

He replays the scene in his head 24/7, your words echoing in his head ("I FUCKING HATE YOU", "You werent sorry until you got caught")

He tries to convince Velvet to help him get you back, which she refuses to do

He stalks all your social media accounts, bawling his eyes out when he sees you, wanting you to just hold him and forgive him

Doesnt move on, he is determined to wait for you to come back to him

Drinks every single night, its the only thing that can get you off his mind (temporarily)

If you decide to go back to him:

He does EVERYTHING HE CAN to make sure you trust him, giving you the passwords to his phones, setting them down face up when leaving a room that you are in, bringing you everywhere, etc

Posts you like crazy, letting everyone know he is taken

Doesnt follow anyone of your gender on social media (expect for you, if ur a female he only follows you and Velvet)

Always reassures you if you suspect he is cheating on you again, doing everything in his power to prove to you that he isnt

He genuinely has changed, he worked on himself to be better for you

If you move on:

He is in denial at first

Once he sees proof that you have moved on he actually goes insane

Pays people to watch your every move and report it back to him

Still convinced that you will come back to him, telling people that y'alls relationship is just complicated

If you're a popstar, he goes to all of your concerts (buying backstage passes too)

Buys multiple phones just to call you from an unblocked number

Probably pays someone to kill your new partner

Velvet:

When you're suspicious:

You notice she starts to act different, being more distant and avoidant

It was harder to tell with her since she's already secretive with her phone

Blows up on you when you ask if there is another person, telling you that your crazy for thinking that (making ur suspicions grow)

After cheating for a while she starts to get more clingy, hoping it would cancel out her actions

She is never around anymore, shes always with the other person

She gets anxious when you ask to use her phone, asking you what you need it for, quickly deleting messages and pictures, and looking over your shoulder as you use it

You finally decided to go through her phone when she "lost it" (she left it unintended so you took it)

When you found out:

Got very mad and aggressive when you confronted her, yelling at you while clenching her fists, trying her hardest not to charge at you

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?"

Does she regret cheating on you? No. Not yet atleast.

Like veneer, she tries to play victim

(for fem readers) You continued to go through the messages until you finally lost it, charging at her while crying and screaming insults, throwing punches and ripping at her hair

(for fem readers) Her anger quickly converted to fear as she tried to push you off of her, not being able to because of how strong you are

(for fem readers) Veneer eventually came rushing in, pulling you off of her and holding onto you to prevent you from accidentally killing her

(for fem readers) She cries hard, even after you just beat her ass, pleading for you to stay with her

"Please don't leave me Y/N..I'm so sorry.." Words you never thought you would hear.

She watched as you left, her world absolutely destroyed, finally regretting cheating on you

After you found out and left her:

Completely destroyed, actually letting Crimp comfort her, along with Veneer

Wishes she could take back what she did and get you back

Cant get herself to delete the pictures of you two together, not wanting to let you go

Able to hide her pain from the public (Still performing good, looking like she's perfectly fine, posting positive things on social media, etc)

Doesnt talk to or date anyone else, just incase you decide to come back to her

Gets upset when the break up gets mentioned in interviews, barely able to hide her pain, tears welling up in her eyes (she blames it on allergies)

Stalks all your social media accounts, making alt accounts and commenting on your posts (pretending to be someone else and trying to convince you to get back with her)

Looks for you in public places, hoping to accidentally run into you

If you decide to go back to her:

Spends the whole relationship trying to apologize (going on more dates with you, spending A LOT of money on you, posting you very frequently, letting everyone know shes locked in and doesnt want anyone else, etc)

Gives you the password to her phone and all of her social media accounts

Works on communication, getting better at reassuring you if your still shaken up about there being someone else

Wants you to move past it, but she knows how hard it is for you so she stays patient

Shows you off like a kid who just got a new toy, talking about how amazing you are and how much she loves you

If you move on:

In denial, not believing it

"You're joking? Right?"

She gets more distant from everyone, wanting to isolate herself

She finds out who you're dating almost immediately, stalking their posts, occasionally dming them, trying to sabotage their relationship with you

It takes her a full year to get over you, it was the hardest and most painful year of her life

She still thinks about you a lot, since she still sees you all over social media

Eventually falls back in love with you, having to repeat the process of getting over you

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took long enough damn 😭😭

#trolls 3 #trolls veneer #velvet and veneer #velvet trolls #veneer x reader #imagines #fanfics #velvet x reader #fanfic #oneshots #velvet and veneer trolls #trolls band together #angst #cheating #headcanons #andrew rannells #brianna mazzola

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hiem3 · 2 years ago

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smooth operator

18+

warning~ alc0h0l, bar, 3ating out, d0m seokmin, use the word baby, darling, and honey.

summary~ you’re the owner of a bar in the 20’s and it’s illegal to sell/drink alcohol. as an owner you have priorities until, a man comes in with a devilish smile and your whole mindset changes.

author side note: oml i had so much fun writing this! i literally had this plot in mind when i was listening to smooth operator and i was listening to light a flame as well lol~ i hope you guys like this story as much as you liked ceo jeonghan! more stories to come!

It was late at night and you were opening your secret bar. It was the 20’s and booze was illegal so you had to hide your bar from the outside world. only the elites are allowed inside your bar; business men, ceos, wallstreet guys,

and everyone else expect cops. if cops came in you would be gone, your whole business would be over. your bar was hiding underneath a book store named semicolon however your bar was named light a flame after your favorite song.

your bar was boomin and business was going good. however tonight’s business is going especially well “free shots for eveyone!” said a business man “my business is good and so are these drinks woo!” he abruptly sits back down into his seat. you smile and giggle of course because it’s a good atmosphere people are laughing and having fun. you pour the shots and hand it to everyone. everyone says 1..2..3 go! and they all take the shot together expect you of course. Jazz was blaring loud and suddenly you smell smoke. “hey you! can’t you see the no smoke sign?” you point at the sign.

the man was devilishly handsome, tall nose, nice smile, broad shoulder, and whew that build. you get kind of embarrassed once you realize all of this, he puts his lighter and cigarette box away “i’m sorry mrs. 1st time” he said smiling. you blush a little bit and cough “well i guess that’ll be fine but don’t you do that again mr.” “it’s mr. lee but just call me seokmin” he said with a small smile “right..i don’t want no cops showing up here askin why is there smoke coming out of a library shop”. “no no i understand mrs?” he asked his eyes were begging with an answer “mrs. y/l, but you can call me y/n”. “y/n tell me why a book store?” he asked sipping his whiskey “actually this was my father book store but i renovated it to be a bar” you say proudly as you’re cleaning glasses. “you know..alcohol is illegal right?” he says as he’s sipping whiskey. you froze is he a cop? a spy? fbi? he chuckles and you stop being tense. you chuckle as well “my, well then have me arrested” seokmin voice lowers “you know your laugh is cute”. your ears blush “why thank you”

a man drunkly calls for your name “y/-n g..et ov..er he-re!” you smile at seokmin “duty calls” for the rest of the night you attended to everyone and haven’t spoken to seokmin even though he’s been staring at you the entire time. by the night ends there was only him at the bar “it’s 1:00 am in the morning, shouldn’t you be heading home?” you say cleaning up the bar. “yes well, i wanted to have you all to myself before i leave” he responded grabbing your broom away and placing his hand on your waist. you blush, flustered by the way he’s staring into your eyes. “i’ve been observing you seeing how you run this place, it made me curious about you, what more secrets are you hiding?” he says leaning over you “my well.. you know you’re quite forward” you chuckle nervously. he smiles back “i’m only like that when i want something..and you know…i always get. what i want.” it’s as if he’s telling you to fuck him in your bar but you stop yourself and create distance. “well seokmin you’ll have to wait for it” you say dusting yourself and fixing your hair nervously “did i also mention i am also quite patient” he says smiling “well i bid you a good night my darling”. seokmin exists your door and leaves for the night. for the rest of that week you continue thinking about him, wondering when is he going to come back? is what he says true?

every since you met seokmin you’re always looking at the customer who enters the door hoping it was him then on Friday you hear a similar voice. oh that might be him you thought to yourself and it was, however he brought his friends. a man with blonde hair asks for 2 bourbon and 1 scotch. you look over at the table where seokmin was sitting and asked “is it for them?” you point. “ah yes you see my friend over there he was saying how this bar was amazing and the owner hospitality was like no other” he responded “ah thank you, could i ask what your name is? i like to remember my customers” you say smiling. “you can call me seungkwan”. you guys shake hands and you hand him his 2 bourbons and 1 scotch.

as the night goes on, it got chaotic to the point where you didn’t even check on seokmin because you were too busy with customers.

again, when you closed seokmin was the only one left. “don’t you have somewhere to be?” you laugh “actually yes. here with you” he responded smiling as he sips his scotch. “what happened to your other friends?” you ask “they got too drunk and had to leave, they wanted me to come with them but..i wanted to stay here” he says, you notice there was a little bit of blush on your ears which made you blush a little bit. “oh well that’s too bad” you say “you know..you might make me jealous by asking about them” he says wrapping his arms around your waist, hugging you from the back.

“seokmin..i don’t do that one night stand type of stuff” you say“me too..what made you think that i did?” he asks having a concern look on his face. “well i- you know what i’m sorry i shouldn’t have assumed” he turns you around to face him “you should know that i don’t intend to do this with just anyone..” your head starts spinning, your mind is telling you know but your body is telling you go. you hop on him, his arms around your legs to hold you up “is this a yes my love?” he says, you nod. he smiles and says “i’m gonna need you to tell me with your words” you sigh and whisper into his ear “please..fuck me”.

he throws you over his shoulder and puts you down on the bar counter “that’s all i needed, wasn’t that not so hard?” he grins. he starts kissing you, to your neck, chest, thighs, and reaches to your cunt. he spreads your thighs apart and looks up. “i want you to remember every. single. thing. i’m gonna do to you. i want to engrave it into your mind”. he starts licking your clit, twirling around while grabbing your tits. you never felt this way before and you’ve never been fucked inside your own bar. “m-mm seokmin!” you yell “honey, you’re gonna have to lower down your voice, you don’t want the cops to hear you” he smiles. fuck that cocky little devil. he continues eating you out, putting his fingers in and focusing on your clit. it wasn’t enough, you needed bigger. the way he’s eating you and the view you were at, his little cute mole and his nose. you grab his hair and start riding on his nose “mm-m seokmin! i’m close!” you groan. you ride out your orgasm and you cum all over his face, white paint is all over his face. “oh wow..you’re so fucking hot” he licks his fingers and leans over you “put your ass up darling”.

you go down from the bar counter and lean your body on top of the counter. the cool surface on the table feels nice on your tits. “fuck, i can’t hold it in longer..” he puts the tip in and you can already tell it’s big. you’ve had sex with other guys before but you never had this big. he puts it all in and groans “uh-h so warm..” you moan “hm ple-ase move..” something in him lights up. you can tell he got even harder when you said that, he starts grabbing your ass and hitting you deep. your whole core is shaking it feels too good to be true. “you like that huh? you like it when i fuck you like this? hm?” he says grabbing you face and leaning over your body fucking you. “hm-m ye-s” you mumbled. “sorry you’re gonna have to say that louder darling, or is my cock that good that you can’t say anything?” he says grinning. you start uncontrollably moving on his cock. “f-uck!” you moan. “i’m close darling” he says. he starts circling your clit and pumping you even harder, hitting your stomach. “i’m cu-mmingg!” you yell gripping on the edge of the counter, rolling your eyes back and tears dripping down your face. “me too” he says. he grabs your face and you guys start kissing passionately. you came and so did he, “fuck baby that was so good”. your legs gives out “oh shi-“ he quickly grabs you and puts you on top of the counter. you can’t even move your legs “fuck my back is so sore” you hiss and hit him “don’t be fucking me from the behind again!” he giggles and says “i don’t know you seem to like it, but hey if you say so” putting his hands up as if he’s guilty.

you guys both laugh and it’s already 2:00 am, “oh no i gotta head back to work, my break is over..” seokmin says “right now? really? wait- what do you even do?”. he puts on his pants, his jacket, and grabs something from his left pocket as he’s making his way through the door “i’m a cop” he says grinning showing you his badge “bye honey~ see you next time” he says. your jaw dropped opened. you can’t believe you had sex and with a cop!?

#svt scenarios #svt dk #svt seokmin #svt smut #seventeen smut #lee seokmin #seokmin x you #svt x reader #svt fanfic #svt fluff

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mistymem0ryy · 1 year ago

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The bliss of a nightly coffee

Yandere Zhongli x Reader (Fem)

Summary: In which you and Zhongli take a train towards the capital, and the scenery reminds you of the love you once held for each other.

Author's notes: this story is partially based upon my ever constant train rides and the intriguing people I happen to see in them… In this scenario Zhongli is a renowned history professor and the reader is coded as also being in academia (the prestige and the subject of her role are left for the reader to decide). It is underlined throughout the story that Zhongli comes from not only a far wealthier background than reader but also possesses a far more traditional outlook on life than reader. (so sort of modern AU??)

TW: indications of alc0h0l, possible drugg1ng and just yandere themes in general?

No beta, we survive the trenches this way.

If there was something within this life from which you could always find a morsel of unreasonable contentment, it would certainly be 1st class train voyages.

There is a fantastical element inherent to their glamorous silence, a distancing comfort to be found slithering away within the limits of an empty carriage.

Some years ago, such overbearingly enchanting ambiance would have made you shiver in an anxious, and perhaps even futile, attempt at controlling your senses. But much has changed since then. You have learnt to bear the cold.

What they never tell you about this sort of high-grade carriages is that all human warmth vanishes from its encasing, it crawls away into the opposite confines of the racing locomotive, reaching its warm fingertips towards the lingering chatter tucked away from diamond adorned ears. It’s as if the laws of thermodynamics had their ticket confiscated - thermal equilibrium but a mere folktale traded from mouth to mouth.

You can never find within yourself the firm decision to either devote your adoration to the rushing nature beyond the tainted windows or to contemplate the inner workings of the countless adornments within your carriage.

Eventually you decided to draw your gaze away from the rushing fields, there was nothing there left for you.

Rococo with an uncanny mixture of neoclassical decor and an added aroma of Turkish coffee that made you sight from the sheer delectability of it. You have been abstaining from tea as much as possible these days. You aren’t able to clearly point out the reason why but coffee simply happens to feel more enjoyable. Warmer. Safer.

You have tasted enough coffee in your life to know if something’s wrong.

You stretch your fingers towards the pastry patiently waiting within its porcelain platter, a raspberry macaroon, not too big, not too small, the aroma it exudes carries with it a sugary scent, a freshness you've been craving for a long time.

You close your eyes as your lips meet the firm shell of the pastry once shared between Italian monks and later on between French aristocrats, shutting your sight away so that your taste buds may enjoy the smooth ganache to the fullest.

But, as with any miraculous comfort in this life, a fruitless end must too be met. Your moment of bliss is ripped away from you as a gloved hand meets your partially naked shoulder. Fingers nearing the laced cord whose firmness held a beguiling jade stone in place, gracefully adorning the slight valley between your collar bones. You do not have to open your eyes to know to whom that hand belongs to.

Fine leather, the work of a seamstress who has mastered her craft with years of hardship. Yves Saint Laurent Autumn collection. A pair of gloves that could have paid your rent back in university. The surface is supposed to be comforting, delicate even, and yet its texture makes your skin crawl by some unexplored aversion. As you open your eyes your sight lands first and foremost upon the dark glove nearing your neck, they were beautiful, you had chosen them for him after all, there was always this glowing look upon his features every time you cowered to his whims and went on the ‘retail therapy sessions’ he so advocated for.

Most of the time they were simple excuses for him to blow entire checks on bags you would only wear once or twice. Countless pieces of gold jewelry that he would ‘oh so graciously’ request the store’s employees to put upon your skin himself. Fingertips glazing over collarbones and warm breaths reaching for your exposed skin making your body freeze in sudden alert.

You have been married for years. A marriage built upon a fruitful relationship, which in its turn was constructed upon one of the greatest friendships you’ve ever had the blessing of creating. And yet it was always there, lingering. This fear you find no rational justification for.

It's moments like these that take you back to your early university days. When the fear wasn’t that prominent, perhaps it hadn’t taken root yet, or perhaps it had always been there, hiding beneath the layering soil of the earth, only to take bloom once you had buried yourself too deep to the point where escape was but a mere fantasy.

‘I have been looking for you my dear.’

His voice comes out honeyed and sickly sweet, like a tarte tatin, freshly cooked from a little boulangerie in the south of France. You remember visiting it with Zhongli during your first year together, you had been the one to order since your French was better than his. You had taken a childish pride in knowing that at least in this scenario you happened to possess the upper hand. Back in the day you did not read much into this sentiment, though your present self genuinely wished you had done so.

Your desire towards saccharine things has become much more prominent as of late, they make your teeth ache in momentary torture but even the pain has its own characteristic bliss.

‘Did you hear me, my love?’

Your eyes finally meet his, they are lightly covered by his growing bangs, the contrast between his dark strands and his golden eyes makes it look as if each of his orbs have been divided in two. It gives him a certain dragonic look you were never afraid to point out even when you were mere acquaintances. His tall stature and classic manner of holding himself always gave you the notion that he carried something sacred, something ancient within him. There was a certain allure to the renowned history professor that always made everyone stop momentarily and simply be carried away by this archaic aura surrounding him.

‘I am sorry… I wasn’t here, could you repeat it?’

‘I asked you if you think it is wise to be drinking coffee at this hour?’

Though a stranger would only be capable of perceiving the teasing tone within his statement, you could clearly discern the underlying patronizing approach of his question, not exactly in a condescending manner and yet not too far away from it either.

‘I find that independently of the hour, there is nothing as comforting as a cup of coffee, does it bother you in any way?’

You were testing the waters. Not too confronting to cause him insult and yet not too diminishing in order to cause your own ego injury. These days you never knew what could set Zhongli off. Or yourself for that matter.

‘It is not exactly a matter of bothering me, rather it is a preference of being able to sleep alongside my wife without all the shuffling that is provided from someone with an overly caffeinated body’

To that statement no quick or witty stab back could be brought forth. It was true. Night and sleep haven’t been your dearest companions as of late, but you knew for certain that caffeine had nothing to do with the matter. It was mostly unspent energy, guarded anger you feared to let out all at once for you could not clearly predict the following consequences. So you did what you thought wisest and held it encased within your body, it sipped out slowly but surely, its presence made known in the lightest of manners possible. Be it troubled sleep, long periods of spacing out or a recurrently reappearing frown within your features.

In your own defense you did not think you would stay in the train for such a long period of time, you had only been told to pack your bags in order to accompany your husband to one of his academic conferences in the capital, naively thinking that once he started the engine of his car he would take you both to the nearest airport. But it had not been the case, your husband had decided that it was certainly the best moment within your relationship to surprise you with a 5 day long luxury train voyage towards your initial destination, yet again without any regard to your view upon the matter itself.

In a way, you gathered all your forces in order to rationalize Zhongli’s actions. He is an intelligent man. You married one of the most well known Professors of his field for god’s sake. You knew the strength it took to survive academia and though Zhongli certainly had the upper hand due to his family history, his achievements could not all be simply reduced to his family name.

Perhaps this was all some sort of reaction to your breakdown some weeks ago, in a way you certainly regret it, but in another you definitely saw it coming. You like to tell yourself that Zhongli was attentive enough to see it coming too.

There wasn’t really any sort of revelation that made you blow up in the heat of the moment, rather it was a prolonged and painful accumulation of both annoyance and rage,clambering one on top of another until a single comment and annoyed sigh made it all fall apart from its static grandeur.

‘If your job at university bothers you so deeply I have offered you previously the comfort necessary to leave it, yet you always deny it.’

You liked to think that he himself did not consider the possibility that you would trade all of those hard earned diplomas to fulfill whatever fantasy marinated in his head ever since you both attended one of his friends' wedding.

Before that night, he had never mentioned it to you in such direct speech and such a face to face approach, about how he wished for children, your undivided attention, family vacations and you always and strictly by his side. He had been slightly inebriated, too much osmanthus wine you presumed. The mention of ‘the measures to which he would go in order to be sure of your safety within his own embrace alone’ were enough to cut the conversation immediately. Blame it on the alcohol, you reassured yourself.

You had reacted badly, but in all honestly who could blame you at this point, you did not want Zhongli to tell you that if you were in such distress you could always become his fulltime housewife, you wanted him to give you strength and be there for you whenever the circumstances got worse. And yet, the prospect itself of leaving your job and living off of Zhongli’s wealth wasn’t what struck the most dread within your already dismaying mind, rather it was the look that took over his features while he mulled over such thoughts.

How his eyes quickly darkened and a slight smirk pushed the ends of his lips towards his rose tinted cheeks. Blame it on the alcohol, you pleaded yourself.

You guessed that, even within the most reputable and honorable of men, selfishness had its way of slithering into one's tongue, scales rushing through the soaring throat and from there finally reaching into the pumping heart, that is of course, if the heart itself hasn’t been overturned into one of its countless dominions already.

The same man that revealed to you the sickest of desires through a gaze alone, now looked at you with a mixture of concern and scrutiny swarming within his golden eyes.

‘Perhaps a chamomile tea will permit your nerves to be calmed? We wouldn't want you to reach our destination enveloped in complete exhaustion now would we, my gem?’

‘NO- I mean, I- there is no need… I have told you countless times that the tea here makes me nauseous, will you stop nagging me with it for a second…’ Annoyance was all you could procure to hide away your true concerns, you could not shiver in front of him nor make too drastic a move, you even made a point of not looking too inquisitively towards the outside world beyond the windows.

You had made countless ventures towards the capital during your early adult years, memories of visiting your old companion Beidou or going antique hunting with Zhongli during the initial stages of your friendship flooded your memory as if in a sudden flash. A 7 hour long train ride you usually had to book in advance to get the best deals as a struggling university student, a 7 hour long train ride that you had shared with friends and acquaintances that have come and gone, a 7 hour long train ride whose destiny certainly wasn’t the same you were previously made believe you were now heading towards.

You cannot be certain when and how you noticed it, if it was the outside fauna that simply did not sit well with your fading memory, if it was the fervent way Zhongli made sure whatever words were shared between you and the staff were not enough to make them linger for long, if it was his embrace that once a source of delight and comfort now became one of alarm and wariness.

‘There is no need to show such intense aversion to it my dear, I would only add one or two valerian roots, nothing too drastic.’ The mirth dripping from his tongue nearly made you convulse. The heavy grip upon your shoulder lessened while long fingers reached for your chin, forcing your gaze to remain connected to his own.

‘Now let’s go back to our carriage, I believe you are in dire need of a good night of sleep, if it were not for my constant nagging that you so seem to dislike, how could you ever hope to survive this by yourself?’ He lightly chuckled after a careful change of intonation to smooth over the unfamiliar underlinings of his phrase.

If that wasn’t meant to be a threat then you did not know what it was meant to be. The abruptness of his words was accompanied by a sudden pang of fatigue throughout the entirety of your body. You are tired, you have been so tired for so long. It was as if exhaustion had suddenly reached for your throat and forbade you from even uttering a plea against its relentless grip. But how could you even dare to fight against it? Perhaps fighting wasn't even a viable choice anymore.

Could you even find comfort in alienating your own self from reality and bathing in fantasies of the past for much longer? Could you keep telling yourself there was nothing wrong with the windows? With the decor? With the coffee?

You could feel an amalgam of tears creeping its way from the ends of your torpid eyes, and yet you fought their arrival valiantly despite being fully aware of their inevitable fall. You could not find any feasible explanation for why you felt so much so suddenly, it was as if the control over your physique had been stolen and now somebody else spoke through its movements, through its urgings, through its lechery.

Until some days ago you genuinely and wholeheartedly believed that you were the person who knew Zhongli the best. Now you have been struck with the realization that you could not be further from the truth.

Your mind wanders through sleepless nights spent restfully within the embrace of silk sheets and the warmth of golden eyes, through rushed visits to the archeological museum before its closing time so he could explain the historical background of some new exposition, through shared cups of tea during nightfall and an offered mug of your most coveted home brewed coffee the morning following, through discussions of philosophical movements alongside some osmanthus wine and inebriated laughter, through sudden embraces and rushing kisses that procured every single confine of your body as if to consume you whole.

Before your mind could even return wholly to reality, your body had already been laid upon cotton sheets perfumed with agarwood and slight notes of bergamot. Or was it patchouli? You could definitely uncover some layers of patchouli and perhaps even some modest nudges of vanilla here and there.

All of a sudden your careful analysis of smell was obstructed by an intense scent of ripe apricots alongside that of a honeyed autumn breeze touched by floral nuances you have grown familiar with over the years.

You smelt it before you heard it reach your husband’s crystal cup.

Osmanthus wine.

You wanted to garner the strength to ask him where you were going, what were his intentions and if this was the reason behind his insistence on you taking the majority of his favorite pieces of your jewelry collection on this ‘trip’.

You knew Zhongli wasn’t a man of sudden changes, he took time as a relic and would never cower beneath sudden urges, so for how long had he been planning this? For how long had you been sleeping encaged by the warm embrace of the man that was planning to do god knows what with you?

The silent carriage was abruptly occupied by a deep gulp and a purging sight. You could hear footsteps approaching and yet you couldn't even twist your body towards their direction. Could you yell for help? And if you did would anyone even hear you? Come for you? Or would they instead have their worries ‘proven’ irrational by a charismatic smile of the man now lingering over you?

‘I am deeply sorry that things had to reach this point, my love’

No you’re not.

His features were twisted and yet harmonious. You knew what his sorrowful face looked, or perhaps you did not at all. Perhaps you had fooled yourself into believing you could know someone as well as yourself when you could barely hope for a slight tinge of human honesty.

‘Know simply that every single action I take is taken with the intent of proving to you that there is no place in this world crafted for yourself besides my own arms, I have given you years to wander about and reach that conclusion by yourself but I fear that you have become more unruly than I forethought….’ He kisses your forehead as one would kiss that of a lover on a moonless night, his lips still veiled with a light coat of expensive wine and a thousand lies.

At this moment, you could hope for many things, you could pray to some metaphysical entity inhabiting realms beyond the material, you could even plea for mythological furies to avenge what is to come, but perhaps blissful ignorance was the only thing potent enough to keep you ashore now.

Blame it on the alcohol, you implored yourself.

Blame it on anything, except the man you swore to love until the grip of hades were too much to bear.

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dy1ngst4r · 3 months ago

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☆ cw: alc0h0l ☆

I got super drvnk last night and puk3d my guts out today after walking the 40 minutes home because I had a p4n1c attack.. I should have 3aten before, but I was sc4r3d to 34t much..<"3

#4norexla #ana b0y #trans ana #tw ana bløg #male @na #boy ana #soupinmypockets #soupinmyshoes #ftm ed #stonerexic #drunkorexic #st⭐️rve #☆ --- Izuku starves

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rottendxlldiaries · 5 months ago

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I had alc0h0l again tonight but my c@lories are 530 including alc0h0l. I just had chicken broth and a packet of tuna. I didn’t stick to my diet but it’s still a decrease from what I’ve been e@t!ng

#@na motivation #th!n$piration #4nor3xia #th!nspo #tw thinspi #⭐️ve #th!n$p0 #low cal restriction #th!nsp0 #⭐️ ing motivation

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grimnmm · 6 months ago

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I love having an empty stomach im saving big time on alc0h0l

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elvya777 · 7 months ago

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The only thing that keeps me away from emptying all the bottles of alc0h0l in my house are the c4ls in it

#th1gh g@p #thinspø #@nor3xia #thin$po #bonespø #omad #mealspø #anarecja #tw ana bløg #4n4blr #4n0r3xia #4norexla

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little-miss-aesth3tic · 2 months ago

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Hello hello hello!

By any chance, could I get a mood board for chuuya from bungo stray stray dogs?

General themes are; gravity, orange/orangy red, anything based on mafia stuff (if you’re ok with that sort of stuff), and uhm like, detective fashion I guess? Coats, hats, etc

If you need more ideas, I’d suggest looking up his character

Thank you so so much, miss charley

-much love, Nova

Idk who or what that is, but here’s the mood board based off ur description, hope it’s good:

Tws: gvn, c!garette, alc0h0l

Source: Pinterest

#mood boards #Fandom #chuuya #stray stray dogs #Mafia

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char-chats · 1 year ago

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Confession

CW: S3xua1 themes, alc0h0l beverages and th!gh gr1nd1ng

You had a crush on Aki and it was a pretty big one at that, you admired everything about him from his determination to his coldness. Not to mention he was your best friend you first met him when you came to work for Makima as your first mission was done with him and ever since then you two have grown your relationship together and bonded . Sure you've had crushes before but this one was different. It seemed like everything he did made you have butterflies in your stomach and cheeks turn red. From the way he spoke so soft and kindly towards you to the way you felt his warm callous hand on you when he touched you. You kept telling yourself that 'I'll get over this small crush' or 'Im just over thinking things!’ Yeah none of those excuses worked. It didn't help that Makima kept putting you two to work together for mission, it felt like she was doing this on purpose. And this occasion was no different Makima put you and Aki together, "you and Aki will be working together for this mission for this devil, this one will be easy and the last one for the day.." she said in her normal blunt tone as she handed you and Aki a file about the Devil you two were up against. Just hearing those words made your heart race and those same stupid butterflies in your stomach come back once again like they often did. Without any objections from the either of you, you headed off to complete your mission safely and quickly... An hour or two later and you both were out of breath, sweating and trudging back to the car out of exhaustion. You breath a sigh of relief as you sit in the car seat as Aki starts the car up and begins to drive off. "So tired" you say as you look out the window, "yeah me too.. Just wanna go home" Aki mumbles as he stares straight ahead at the road, it was getting pretty late. You both continue to make small conversation about what happened and things that happened throughout the busy day. Eventually Aki pulls up to your apartment as he always does after every work day. You give him a soft tired smile as you thank him "thanks Aki as always..." You then step out the car as you grab your satchel you "no problem" he says in a happy but tired tone. You could already feel your cheeks burning up from how he looks so cute. You look away as Aki continues to speak "text me if you need anything [Name]" you nod gripping the strap of your satchel out of nervousness not really hiding your blush as it was now dark out and he couldn't see you thankfully "yeah g-get home safe" and with a thank you from Aki he drives off back to his place. You quickly turned and opened the door and pressed the button to the elevator ' I'm so stupid, why did I stutter? I hope he didn't notice ' you think to yourself as you step in the elevator, sighing... As you open the door to your apartment you toss your satchel off to the side, loosening your tie and taking off as well as tossing your blazer and pants off Into a random spot on the floor. This leaves you in your bra, underwear, socks half unbuttoned up uniform shirt and loose tie. You trudge to your kitchen, open the refrigerator and take out a twelve pack of an alcoholic beverage. You sigh as you take the pack and place it on the coffee table and plop yourself on the sofa opening yourself a can and taking a sip, a nice way to unwind from a tiring day, right?...

You're startled awake by the sound of loud knocking at your front door. You're laying on the sofa on your side your arm hanging off the edge of the cushion and there's even slight drool at the corner of your mouth. Your don't even remember falling asleep the TV was even on playing some random show. You slowly get up taking in your surroundings it was dark out and there was many empty alcohol cans all over the coffee table not to mention the huge headache you have. Your thoughts were interrupted by and another loud set of knocking at your door. "Going!” you shout grogily as your wobble to the door and open the door, you felt your heart skip a beat as you see Aki standing in front of you holding a plastic bag with some food and bottles of water. " A-Aki?! What are you doing here?!” you say in embarrassment as your cheeks are now bright pink. Aki takes a good look at you taking note of how your appearance is blushing and turning his head away as he notices that your button up shirt is open and you're in underwear with messy hair. "Y-You texted me random things about how you miss me.. And just babbling nonsense.." You stand there dumbfounded "I.. Uh i-" but Aki cuts you off "but considering the strong alcohol smell that's coming from you and your texts I'm guessing you're drunk" Aki explains as you let him and locks the door behind him, turns on the lights. He then sets the plastic bag down on the coffee table, and sits on the sofa. You follow along as you sit beside him your cheeks red from embarrassment as you up button up your shirt and stare up at the TV so you don't have to make eye contact with Aki. He sighs as he takes the water bottle out of the bag and hands it to you still looking away with a slight blush on his cheeks. You take it from him and start to drink it sobering up quickly from the tension in the room and the little nap you unintentionally had. "Sorry.." you mumbled looking down at your exposed thighs. Aki then gets up and starts to clean up the empty cans "it's fine you just... Worried me for a second.." He mutters. 'He looks so cute.. Fuck it.' You lightly grip the sofa cushions out of nervousness, Akis back was turned to you and the words seemed to just spill out, like it was natural to say. "I like you Aki."

Aki stops what he's doing and it felt like an eternity of silence the he responded sounding a little upset "... Your just drunk stop saying those things..", "no I'm not Aki..". To be fair you were telling the truth, you've sobered up at this point from the water and sleeping it off. You stood up and grabbed Akis wrist to turn him around. "[Name] what are yo-” you cut him off but by cupping his face in your hands and pressing your lips onto his soft ones. He was surprised, his eyes widened, he can faintly taste the alcohol on your breath. Aki slowly closes his eyes as he begins to melt into the kiss. You pull back out of breath as you begin to whisper, your face inches away from his. "I like you.. No I love you.. I liked your from the first day, I admire everything about you i-its just.." Your voice began to shake and crack from the fear of him rejecting you. Did you just fuck up your friendship by kissing him right now? Does he hate you now? Did you really just throw away years of friendship just for a kiss? "Your a really great person... You don't have to accept me but if you want to remain friends we can, but you don't because you can't see me the same w-way or beca-” your sentence was cut off with Aki cupping your face and pulling you in for another passionate kiss. " I like you too.. I love you" Aki whispered in between kisses. Your hands slipped around his waist as you could feel your face heat up, this has to be a dream?...

Next thing you know your straddling Akis right thigh grinding your needy wet pussy on it as Aki means back on the couch his callous hands on your waist as he watches you needily grind yourself on him. It was beautiful sight to see he's always fantasized about this..about you, this makes him get an erection grow in his pants. "You look so pretty grinding yourself on me" he says in a lustful tone. You place your hands on his shoulders to balance yourself moans spilling out your mouth "A-Aki~". You started to rub faster making Akis boner grow even more "s-shit [name] such a slut for me aren't you" Aki groaned out. Suddenly Aki grips your hips making you stop. "Stop don't cum yet" he says in a stern demanding tone, he slowly undoes his belt and zipper finally letting his hard cock pop out, to be quite honest he was big but not too big about 5.8 inches. He stroked himself slowly pre-cum slipping out and dripping down onto his pants.

You blush seeing how excited he was "don't stare at it, it's embarrassing" Aki said in a embarrassed tone mumbling that last part. He looked so cute cute all blushy, you began to kiss his cock softly up and down. This makes Aki let out soft whimpers as he gently places his hand on your head. You continued to teased him kissing his cock ever so softly, your warm wet lips pressing against his hard cock even rubbing your thumb over the head smearing the pre cum slightly. Aki let out shakey breaths "Come on~ stop teasing me" he whined. You couldn't help but to give in since he looked so cute. You got up and straddle over him, your wet pussy hovering over his cock and slowly lowering yourself down on him. You felt Akis warm hands on your hips "yeah just like that baby~ good girl~" you gripped onto his shoulders as you felt your cheeks warm up as he continued to whisper sweet nothings in your ear. Soon enough you were sitting on his cock. You started to bounce slowly up and down on his cock. You couldn't help but to let moans and heavy breaths fall from your mouth "ngh~ f-fuck" as you ride his cock, Aki unbuttons your shirt exposing your tits. As your bounce up and down Aki massages your tits "such pretty tits" he mumbles as he even pulls you closer kissing your chest softly. He couldn't take it anymore you just looked like such a slut thrusting yourself down on his cock while letting out such lustful moans. You're just as pretty as he imagined. He couldn't hold himself back... His hands moved back to your waist and gripped your hips harshly and began to thrust up inside you hitting that sweet spot, making you let out a loud surprised gasp along with you digging your nails into his shoulders. Wet noises and moans filled the room "ah! f-fuck! Aki~" you moaned out with hot tears running down your cheeks as your head tilted back in pure pleasure.

Aki grunted as he felt your walls tighten "fuck, you're doing so good~" Aki moaned as he kept thrusting up into you. You felt as if you were at a breaking point the pleasure was too much and you were going to cum soon and Aki knew that. "C-come on cum for me [Name]~ be a good girl and do that for me" He praised he slightly whined out. All you could do was nod your head with tears down your face and moans spilling out . And with one good last deep thrust up, you felt a wave of pleasure wash over as you as warm thick cum filled you. You let out a loud moan throwing your head back "Aki!~" . Your legs were shaking as your juices were running down your legs and his cock even getting some on his pants. As for Aki he let out a grunt even a few moans as he felt your walls squeeze his cock as he came deep inside you... You lay against him your bare chest pressed against his as you both try to catch your breaths. He didn't pull out he loved how you felt so warm around him. "Are you okay?" He asked still a little out of breath, you pulled yourself back to face him as you noded "yeah I'm fine just my hips hurt a little" you chuckled. Aki then cupped your face and pulled you in for a soft loving kiss "I'm sorry" he whispered softly against your lips making you blush. This was only the first of many rounds..

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cruorcrave · 23 days ago

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tw for so many things oml (ranting about my mother, alc0h0l, child neglect, domestic violence, sui, s/h, cancer mention)

Right now I'm sitting in my room, curled up on my bed in a very familiar situation. I can hear my mother screaming her head off from the kitchen, in an argument with my sister. I can't tell if it's an argument that's her vs. my sister or her trying to make a point about something, i.e. political, ideological, personal and my sister trying to calm her down. Either way I'm just tired. It's the middle of the night and I wanna sleep. I have a killer headache cuz I just hit myself in the head repeatedly with that old heavy set of pliers. My door is blocked from the inside by my washing basket, a doorstop and a small desk, so my mother doesn't come in unannounced to spit opinions at me, cry at me or see my wounds whilst I'm asleep.

She's never hurt me or my older sisters - never physically. But as I've talked about before, her words fucking sting. I know people have it so much worse than me, and fear for their lives in their own homes where I just fear for my safety. I know she saw her own father abuse and beat her mother. But I just want her to understand that there's a trickle down effect.

She is a good mother, all things considered; her childhood, her life in general, her mental health issues. She is genuinely a good person and mother. But in some aspects, it's harder to use those labels.

It hurts to hear your mother scramble around the house, looking for scalpels to slit her wrists with. It hurts to hear your mother telling you it's your fault that she should just die. It hurts to hear your mother call you cruel and evil. It hurts to hear your mother say she wishes you would die. It hurts to hear your mother say she's glad you're 18, because now she doesn't have to deal with your "shit and problems" anymore. It hurts to hear your suffering mother scream at you, begging for an explanation of what is wrong with you. Why are you like this? Why won't you just be a normal child?

I was a kid. I couldn't explain it. I couldn't explain why I always felt sad unless something actively good was happening, I couldn't explain why being alone made me so scared I couldn't sleep, I couldn't explain why talking to grown-ups made me panic, I couldn't explain why school was so terrifying I thought I would die. I know why I felt that way now, but as a kid, I didn't have the words or even the knowledge to tell her what was wrong with me.

I do feel bad for her. She had an awful upbringing and two of her three children are severely mentally ill, and her husband is a nice man most of the time but useless in a lot of aspects. She deserved an explanation, but no one had it for her. She deserved help, and no one had it for her. If I were her, I'd be fucking pissed too. But the problem is she takes it out on us.

She keeps saying she'll get sober. She never does. When she had cancer, she was sober for months because her life was actively at risk. But the second she touched the bottle again, back it was to hell. She doesn't drink as much as she did, definitely not, but it's still so hard for everyone involved, including her.

I'm sitting here, alone, bleeding and bruised on my bed with a boarded up door and no one to talk to. The few people I know, I either don't want to tell or wouldn't answer my texts even if I did. I feel so worthless, and all I want to do is hug my mum. I want my mum. But she's not here right now. A drunken, angry, viciously upset woman is screaming about nothing in my kitchen as she switches rapidly between angry outbursts and fits of crying. My mum is gone and has been replaced by her. She'll be back in the morning, but right now I'm alone. I feel like a kid again, hiding in my room in the dark, scared to go outside because "scary mummy" is out there.

I know this is some stupid fantasy, but I think a lot of hurt kids have the same dream: I just want someone to save me. I wish someone could show up at my doorstep and offer me the solution. Hug me, tell me I'll be okay and tell me what to do to fix this. But it isn't that simple. Everyone in my family is broken in some way or another. As a kid, I hoped I'd grow out of it by the time I was 16. But here I am, 18 and suffering more than I ever have before. And for the first time in my entire life, there is no one I can go to. I could tell certain people certain things, but there is no one I can tell everything. The alcoholic, neglectful mother, the suicide attempts, the severe depression, the self-harm, the autovampirism, the social anxiety, the constant fear of death, the non-existent self-esteem, the executive dysfunction, the crushing loneliness, the isolation. I'm stuck here and I have to pull myself out. I keep telling myself someone else will save me, but that's a childish fantasy. I have to save myself. I just don't know how, and sometimes I'm scared it's not even possible.

#cruorvent

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