#and i feel im digging myself in a hole and these notes will be like +300 lines long

[johnbleepingzoidberg]

said something kinda insensitive at work (slight tongue in cheek joke abt something bad because i wasnt sure how else to respond to the Bad Thing and it's just what kinda slipped out, and it fit the tone of the conversation because it wasnt too serious of a conversation, but still. something i. probably shouldn't have said oops) and now i cant stop obsessing and feeling the Need to Confess to someone 😩

[thechaoticplayer]

Luca smut omg- bratty reader and brat tamer luca 🛐 jsbsjdbjshs i can't stop thinking about it

author's note: JEJEHDIEDHEI 😩😩😩 BRAT TAMER LUCA... TY ANON BC IM A BRAT MYSELF AND OMLLLLLL YES JUST. YES. Also mad shorter than expected but what can I sayyyy

Summary: Brat Tamer Luca has to put your bratty ass into place for all the shit you've been doing to him <3

Contains: FILTHY FILTHY DIRTY SMUT. LUCA KANESHIRO X READER. eatablished relationship, degrading, Luca bullying you and being extremely rough but that's ok bc hes such a daddy, my phone being on 19% and forcing it to work like Luca is with u fr

Mdni or not idgaf

Being the mafia boss's boyfriend came with a shit ton of perks: no one could say anything to you (you can't do this or you're not allowed to do that), you could do basically whatever the hell you want without repercussions, and Luca Kaneshiro spoiled you to death. It wouldn't have come as a surprise if you turned into a brat because of it.

And here you are, whining because your boyfriend has to go meet with some guy he's working with. He's not as important as you are!

"Babe, I have to go, it's important for the mafia," Luca murmurs softly into your hair as you cling to him tightly. Your arms wrapped around his waist and face buried in his chest, you showed no signs of letting go. He sighs. "I'll try my best to make it quick, alright? Just-"

"No!" Your muffled voice replies, before glancing up at him with big eyes. "I want you. To stay."

"Babe..."

"Don't 'babe' me. I guess your mafia is more important than me." You release him and step back, abruptly turning your back towards him, crossing your arms. "Whatever. Bye."

Luca stares at your back for a second, absolutely torn for a second. "What? no, of course you're important-"

"I'm second and always be second, huh?" You saunter to the bed you two share and throw yourself onto it. You rest your hand on your forehead, closing your eyes. "It's fine. Go ahead. I'll just find someone else to play with."

He goes silent. You don't open your eyes.

A beat's worth of silence. "Got nothing to say now, huh?" You scoff, a smirk playing on your lips. "I suppose you've gotten so-"

You yelp as you feel rough hands latch themselves onto your thighs and yank you downwards, and your eyes fly open. Luca leans over you with a dark look in his eyes, brows furrowed in silent anger.

"You suppose ive gotten... what?" The plush of your ass is tightly against his crotch, his gloved hands digging into your skin.

"...soft." His eyes smolder, a fire in his gaze as he leans closer to your face.

"Soft?" He echoes, a sultry chuckle sending a shiver upon your spine. "No no no, I think you got it all wrong, sweetheart..."

The mafia boss hooks your legs over his shoulders, his bigger and wider form trapping you underneath him as he grinds against your wet panties, the skirt your wearing riding up to your hips. You stifle a moan, biting your lip hard.

"You've always liked it when I'm a bit rough with you, hmm?"

"Tch! Don't you have somewhere to be?" You reply haughtily, trying hard for a whimper to not slip past your lips as he grinds slowly.

"It can wait, no? Besides..." Luca's breath tickles your ear. "Theres a certain someone, who needs to be taken care of."

"Yeah. Your friend."

"What a fucking-" Out of nowhere, Luca flips you onto your stomach, leaving you squawking as he spread your legs open, ass in the air. "Brat."

"W-wait a minute!" You stammer as you turn your head to see him rip off his pants and unleashing his cock from its confines, big and hard. The glint in his eyes suggest you were probably not going to be able to walk for a good couple of weeks. "L-Luca, wait!"

"No," he growls, pushing your panties aside and sinking his still gloved fingers into you. A whimper tears itself from your throat as he plunges the digit in and out of your crying hole. "Brats need to be taught a fucking lesson. look at how wet you are. Filthy slut."

"I wouldn't have been- mmph! A b-brat if you didn't leave me all the- ah... t-time!" You blabber, your legs already shaking a bit from how rough and quickly he was fingering you.

"Leave you?" Luca repeats, incredulous. "God, I made you into a fucking brat! Spoiling you all the time, giving you everything you could have ever wanted..."

He slips his finger out, lining up his cock with your entrance. Your mouth almost waters at the sight and he laughs at your lustful expression. "Is this what you want? then I'll gladly give to you, and you won't even dare forget this..."

The mafia boss shoves his girth into, splitting you open. You cry out, hands gripping the sheets as Luca doesn't even allow you to adjust to his size. You were fucked by him plenty of times before, but your hole could never get quite used to his thickness. Luca drills his cock into you, the fat tip kissing your g-spot deliciously so.

The bed squeaks and groans underneath you both, loud moans spilling from your mouth. You turn your face into the pillows, only to be yanked back up. You gasp as Luca forces you to arch, the angle causing you to see stars.

"L-Luca- a-ah! Fuck fuck fuckfuck-" You moan and whimper and whine as Luca's dick pummels itself into you, your walls clenching around him.

"This is what you want, huh?" Luca breaths raggedly into your ear, one hand fondling with your tit. How sensitive you've become, moaning from pure pleasure. "Want me to fuck you dumb?"

"Y-y-you asshole-!"

A sharp snap of his hips force you to choke on another keening moan. "What was that, darling? couldn't catch that."

Only moans answer and he chortles. Luca can feel you getting close, but why stop there? Why not make you wish you never provoked him in the first place? How dare you say that you'll go find someone else to play with in his absence! He tsks as you squirm underneath him. No no, he'll make you beg for him to stop, and even after that he won't obey.

You cum hard around his cock but the mafia boss still bullies himself into you as you twitch. tears rolls down your face as you attempt to scramble away, but Luca pulls you all the way back so now you're riding his cock, back arched against him. You babble sentences don't even make sense as your brain was fucked to mush.

"What's wrong? can't speak anymore?" Luca coos, thrusting himself deeper and deeper. His voice deep and husky, your fluids staining his shirt but he could really care less. "Fucked you so good- what a cock drunk whore."

You whine, skin slapping against skin as you ride his dick, legs shaking and stickiness against your thighs. Luca bites your neck, leaving a trail of bite marks against your dainty skin. He licks from your shoulder to your neck, suckling. Luca can feel the vibrations through your throat as you make such pretty noises for him. Was it possible that he seemed to get even harder and even larger inside of you?

His hips slot up to meet yours and you cum once more, drool dripping down your lips. Luca groans as he feels your walls clench and your hot cum envelopes his dick. He fucks you through your second orgasm until he releases a guttural grunt and shoots his loads deep into your tummy.

"I'm not done," he pants, pulling out of you and throwing you back down on your back. "So far from done."

"L-Luca..." you whimper quietly, body heaving and near close to exhaustion.

He cups a hand to your cheek. "You did this to yourself, pretty girl..."

Luca's mouth hovers over your tit, blowing on it and watching the nipple grow hard. Another chuckle as he pops the tit into his mouth, sucking hard. Your hand finds itself in his blond hair, soft and airy whines in the air. He releases the tit and goes to the other, teeth grazing it.

He kisses down your tummy, opening your legs in the process. The mafia boss lowers to your aching pussy, somehow getting wet all over again. Luca licks a stripe up your abused cunt and a shaky sigh comes out your mouth.

"Horny bitch." Bringing you closer to his mouth, his tongue circles your clit as his hot breaths fan in between your thighs. "Came twice already, and it still isnt enough..."

His entire mouth is on you now, slurping and teasing and sucking. You tug his hair hard, making the mafia boss growl lowly into your pussy. The vibrations add to the upcoming orgasm, your moans filling the room and you were sure everyone within the house could hear. Neither of you gave a damn as he continued his assault on your weeping cunt.

You cum against his face and he laps up every single drop, kissing and biting your thighs while doing so. Your chest rises rapidly up and down, and Luca observes your fucked out expression. Your eyelids are heavy, and you're just about ready to pass out.

Until... "Oh no, you aren't getting any breaks." Luca yanks you back up and turns himself in one smooth motion so now you're kneeling before him, his yet again hard cock in front of your eyes. "Suck, whore."

You eagerly take the cock in your hands, the slick from both parties still covered all over it.

There is definitely more where that's coming from.

[ofmermaidstories]

(This is all about ''Something (just like this'' :], i apolagize in advance)

Theres an auther (you, i'm thinking of you) that has given sutch weight to the simple human pains everyone has, let them cary a greaf in every breath they're mentioned, i can't help but ache with the mc as one because i get it, i understand and even if i handn't felt the same pain that crushes your hope of ever being loved in the same way you do, if i hadn't though myself cynical and bitter the way she does i still think i'd get it.

I still think i'd be able to see myself cradle my heart like an infant, even though it's an old ugly, terrable creature.

The plots so ritch it's unbalivable that i get to read your works for free, like i knew it was her bestfried the second our artist glaced over her sholder and saw her drawing kids with guns in masks. But it was her best-fucking-fried, who dies without answering her livid questioning.

It's her constant self awair bitternes to the person she is that just-

Chefs fucking kiss.

Like the way she views herself and everyone else she thinks threatens the few things she sees as good in her with a sort of cynicalnes, but through herself that is bloody perfect.

Shes insane for the shit she pulls, Gods i love her.

I cannot expres enough of my love for the way you craft your words, the story and the way you put so mutch care into it makes me ill.

Izuku is caprured so well, his whole being being intertwined with Katsukies-....i am going feral as we speak.

Also her being an artist so acuretly presented, it's insane, the way she is about her skill, her talents, her works and her instuments and the way there are these little moments she wants to capture is so stupidly accurate to how i see the world as a creative. Always hungry and always craving to make, even when im no where near a peace of paper or even the shittiest of pens.

Im grinning and in fucking tears. (As i was writing all of this in my notes i wasn t even that far into the last chapter.)

Holy fuck, god i fucking despise Hana. And i get why, and im amazed at how her resoning, her pain and anger dosn't justify(?) shit when i've seen a lot of things where someones inhumane actions get swept under the rug cus they were hurting quietly, or something.

She was like a quirk nazi. Nothing redeams(?) that, y'know?

Auther i am shaking you by the sholders, and im sorry if my nails dig in too deep but holy fuck. Breathings hard, fic so good my rib cage has started to feel too small for my heart, and my lungs, and the hole your story has carved inbetween all of it.

Fic so good i haven't even gotten to the end and i want to thank you for, for all this has done to me. I'm shit with fics where there are a lot of words, no matter how mutch i love the characters and yet, and yet somehow this is one of the 100k + fanfics i have enjoyed every gut wrenching second of.

I feel like vomiting

In fact

I might.

They all need therapy after this, methinks.

(I know this is long and loopy, and my english (my second language) is not great, and that ultametly i kinda said nothing but i needed you to see (at least a little bit of) how insanely wonderful your craft is)

Anywho, i still haven't finished, and that was a lot of words, but i hope you have a lovely 24 h, i wish you the best with all of your future works. "Something (just like this)" has...given me brain damadge i'm guessing.

Blue, there is nothing to apologise for, I think you are wonderful. 🥺 You said everything. 🥺 From this message alone—from you taking the time to write it, and send it, I can tell you that there’s nothing about your heart that’s old or ugly or terrible. If anything, I think it’s golden—like the afternoon sun, reflecting all that good light back until it’s too much to hold. 🥹🫀✨

But okay, lemme try and do the thoughtfulness of this ask some justice. 🥹💕 God, to be honest I kinda worried about Hana, and her place in the story. Like—knowing how it was going to end. I think a lot of us will end up parting ways with people in our life that were important—and some, unfortunately, for ugly reasons. Hana’s betrayal is like, so extreme, so dramatic and terrible. And it doesn’t just hurt Reader, it hurt other people, kids. Like sure, Hana was hurt—but then she turned around and hurt others, willingly. And there’s no justice for the ones she directly affects. You’re right, Blue. You can’t redeem that—you can only pick up the pieces around it.

Tbh, I think Reader’s bitterness would’ve made building a life after it all that much harder, if it weren’t for other people. 🥹 Like—Scribbles cynical nature was such a fun part of writing the fic, lmao, and it absolutely would’ve made life that much harder for her in the aftermath if she didn’t have support. 🥹 I think someone like Scribbles, who barely trusts themselves, was a good match/contrast for Izuku who—like, even in canon is learning to overcome the worst of his most fear-driven habits. It gives him the ability to see Scribbles in a way that—that she needed. 🥺

Bluey!!! You’re an artist too??? Like our Reader. 🥹 The need to document everything is so real lmao. Like—it’s constant!! An insatiable way of looking at the world. 🥹 How do I capture this, how can I do this. I literally just had that feeling the other night, driving home under a perfectly straight trail of cloud like a comet’s tail. The sky was that perfect, indigo glow, and there was a single star alongside of it and it genuinely looked like the trail of a meteorite streaking over the sky and I wanted to remember everything about it. I wanted to draw it, write it, anything to keep it.

Blue, you have said so many kind things about my writing. 🥺 Either in this ask or in the tags of other things. And!!! It means so much to me, every time. 🥺 This is what I mean when I say you have a reflective, golden heart. 🥹💛🌿 I’m always going to be glad that like, I could write something that made you wanna reach out and say hello, lmao, but mostly I’m just glad you’re here. ☀️

(Also, as an aside—you mentioned a song, in the tags of one post a little while ago. I wanted you to know that I immediately ran to spotify to try and find it, lmao, and listen to it and like, now it lives in my likes and every time I listen to it I think of you and also of maybe trying to write a Bakugou worthy of the association, lmao. It’s such a sweet song, Blue, thank-you for the new music 🌷)

[bungou-gay-twitter]

ayooooooooo hi guys im quitting this blog lmaooooooooooooooooooooo

hello my beautifuls :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

TLDR i've lost like all inspiration for this acc and i can't get myself to care about bsd anymore. thank you for all the support yall have given me these years, i love yall!

more in-depth explanation below

Been meaning to say this for a while now... ever since like late 2021. Goddamn.

Even with requests and plenty of loose ideas in my drafts, for some reason I just... really struggled at making posts. All my inspiration and effort fizzled out of me, even if I really wanted to make posts. It took a toll on me, and running this account became less and less fun 😞 I treated it like a chore rather than some silly thing made for a show I liked. Well, used to like...

If you've seen my Instagram stories you know how vocal I've gotten about BSD's writing over this current arc. Long story short, I think it's ass and just a giant hole Asagiri continues to dig. It's just not fun with all the cliffhangers and fake tension. I tried to reread the manga to maybe gain my love for BSD back, but it never came :/ It's just not fun anymore... reading BSD, and running this account.

But I still wanna end this on a positive note. Thank yall so much for the support!! Just liking and reblogging my dumb little anime twitter posts always makes me happy, and I legit squeal whenever someone says my account makes them smile. And I hope yall are smiling right now!! I'm wishing yall the best for 2024, 2025, and every year after that!

Also, shout out to @/awkward-akutagawa for inspiring me to make this account, all the way back in 2019...

Goddamn I feel old 😭 I started BSD when I was 11, made this account at 13, and now I'm 18...... oh my god

[distortedataraxia]

Hi ^^) it's my first time doing this, so I'm kinda nervous (ahhh how should I start?). Well, I'm here because i got interested in the BSD Matchup thing, so thank you in advancement >////<)

Uh- Im pretty shy and calm in real life, but in Internet I tend to be more teaser (maybe because I can't see the other person's face) even tho I can't really handle them in rl, and because of that ppl usually misunderstood my personality, also I have social anxiety, so it's pretty hard to people ACTUALLY understand and know the real me (honesty sometimes i wish ppl could just read my mind, that would be so much easier?). Sometimes i think like i just have a mask that I can't get off to the point of me forgetting the real me.

About those personality tests: I'm INTP-A, 5w6 and my love language is affirmative words and act of service

If I bake you something/draw you, for sure i treasure or relationship.

As for my hobbies: I like to read, sell, cosplay, draw, listen to true crimes podcast, watch animes, teach, learn languages (for now I can speak 5) study and bake (most time sweets). My dream is someday have a pretty (vegan) coffee.

For now I am a volunteer physic teacher to help 9 graders to pass in exams for good highschools, but I can't wait to get a real job in some quiet place (like a library).

I am a short (150cm T^T), a bit chubby, I'm a sagittarius and I like the caos in the "not so monotonous" way (I just hate get bored), and when I'm not envolved, obviously, just watching, I hate have too many eyes on me. I also hate when people try to force a friendship with me, like, if i hug you, I'm showing that I don't mind you getting too close (even tho it can surprise me sometimes), but that change completely when "you" hug me without intimacy, i will 100% dislike your hugs from now on.

Also I really like to hear people talk about their passion and dreams, maybe I can get a bit of inspiration haha.

Sometimes when I take my medicines I may be oblivious to my own felling, so in that kind of situation i just like so see people I like happy by making them a treat or just walking through the city with no place in mind, just to focus on their happiness to make me feel warm

Whaa- sorry if it was too long, I don't know how much I should say or keep to myself to get a good analysis, usually I don't share that much oh things aaah that's embarrassing... but yeah that's it I hope you are having a wonderful day/night

Note : Hi! Firstly I'd like to apologize for the time it tooks to actually write this and secondly I'd like to assure you that you weren't embarassing ^^ Have a good day/night i hope and take care of yourself ! I haven't written any forms concerning matchups to help people requesting, so anything that you wrote is okay, it's never too long or too short and i'll try my best pairing you with a character with what i have. I hope that you like the one i paired you with and that it aha isn't too much or a mess, matchups aren't really my expertise ahah ^^'

I pair you with...

Atsushi ! ★

You, shy and calm in real life, a teaser on the internet, have came across the path of A CAT- I mean, weretiger.

He would be kind, understanding and considerate towards you and would respect your boundaries. Whenever you have troubles with anything, you know that Atsushi will always be with you and that it'll be okay, he'll support, understand and try to help you out.

That boy Atsushi needs theses affirmative words, he've been through a lot and only feel the right to live if he save people's lives and it's good sometimes to remind him that he's good enough just as he is.

if i got this wrong please run me over with a car , dig a hole and bury my brain inside of it... ACTUALLY NO PLEASE DON'T TOUCH MY BIGASS BRAIN

Atsushi would try to surprise you with some little gifts sometimes, he won't overdo it. If you're like kyoka by example, he'd buy you crepes and ice creams. If you're as mysterious as Dazai, he'll try to go with flowers probably.

Atsushi would be really happy if one day you bake or draw something for him.

Atsushi spent a lot of time reading in his orphanage's library as a form of escapism, so you can sometimes chat about books you both read without much problems.

You also love to ask about Atsushi's days as he works in the armed detective agency, and his days are never the ssame, as he like to ask about your day too.

Atsushi would absolutely support you in your dreams of having a pretty vegan coffee, and he'll do what he can to help you make your dream possible.

Atsushi gets flustered easily, and it can be pretty caotic. But cute?

When you're out on a date with Atsushi, he makes sure that you feel comfortable and to not get all eyes on both of you.

You both would be a nice pair.

[pastellmochi]

YAYYYYYY thankyou4thge tag 💪💪💪💪 !!!!!!!

favorite color!!! : I’M ALSO A PINKPILLED PINKHEAD !!!! i also deeply love bright orange yellow and greens … esp orange/turquoise green, most all my faves are green…

last song!!! : i ccnat remember… either yukan no shonen jan ken pon or otonoke by creepy nuts? im vvv excited4dandadan… i shall see it with my siblings in theaters. also keep listening to its the most wonderful time of the year and dig it from holes

currently reading!!! : alice in wonderland and ring by koji suzuki !!! i started it p recently but i really enjoy it so far and i feel like its a good book to get back into reading, pacing is v good 👍

currently watching!!! : CRAZY EX GIRLFRIEND !!!! oh my goodness i Loove cxg. there’s music for everyone and everyone is weird in that show not just the protag, who i also love vv much bc the mental health representation i feel is really good and like i really just want more protags that continuously mess up and their character flaws are specifically what is so distinct ab them to phrase it really simply. i love you rebecca bunch

some honorable mentions would prolly be me and my siblings have been really into rewatching death note, i’ll prolly continue twd w/ my mom and i’m watching kickass and bookmarking everything i see on cable tv.. i love cable tv its so stupid…

i’m also trying to psych myself up2 watch hell’s paradise but i will lose it every time the main guy talks since he’s voiced by chiaki kobayashi…

currently craving!!! : FNDNDGHHFGH grilled fruits and vegetables and camembert oh my so delightful….

coffee or tea !!! : TEA!!!! coffee does not work for me and i only like how it smells. tea is cute and goes well w everything.. i like boba everyone likes boba. taro is good <33

TAGS IF YOU WANNA DO THIS2 🙏🙏🙏 : @jayjayjewell @miolitee @z0mbies @kanawifey @ryuseitai @pilonciillo @yoontwin

​༉‧₊˚.​ get to know me better !! ♡

— 𝜗𝜚 thank u @cosmiiwrites nd @queenofmistresses for the tags, my lovies <3 i love u both

favorite color? pink!! i love pink!! you know the colour of hello kitty’s bow? pink!! my melo? pink!! my socks rn? pink!! did i mention my favourite colour is pink?

last song? someday - from the zombies soundtrack (banger)

currently reading? i finished the hurricane wars by thea guanzon a few days ago so im using this as an excuse to tell you to read it n i loved it so much but im currently starting (only a chapter in) a feather so black by lyra selene

currently watching? i don’t think i am watching anything… i last watched the zombies movies though… (im not obsessed you are)

currently craving? NOODS ugh i could demolish some noodles rn

coffee or tea? yes.

@nebulacrumbs @blooming-crimson-flower @hellsgreatestslut @lilsleepybear1029 @ustulia tag you’re it <3

[mistigri0000]

A lot of people need to realise you feel like shit because you find comfort in your rat hole and i get it !!! We all wanna get out ok and im trying to tell myself only things that sounds good in my ears but on the other side theres something so comforting about hugging your pillow and crying for hours but just so u know ur just digging urself deeper

I guess this is a note to myself

All of the dream how does it mean when the rythm is glad there is nothing to be sad danger and dance clapping the hands when we out in the space on the planet of the bass

Hello r u at phone

It is true yes its true

Are you the girl of the love

Yes i am a girl

[scumshae]

i noted recently that my massive amounts of anxiety about what people think of me is probably rooted in my distrust and fear of people.

i like myself, i can't emphasize that enough, my self perception is (usually) pretty positive and healthy. but genuinely, i can't imagine anyone liking me or why they would. the idea people just inherently dislike me is basically hardwired into my brain, and usually it's fine. i can just vibe on through, they're gonna dislike me anyway. but the problem really surfaces when i want people to like me.

maybe wanting people to like me is a problem in and of itself, im bad at understanding social needs (clearly). but the way it coincides with that distrust is a fucking LOT of anxiety (and a lot of being a useless lesbian but that's for another ramble). i want them to like me but why would they, how could they? "oh god they probably hate me right now, im annoying, im not coming across right, i probably sound like a dick" etc etc etc.

it's funny because like, a thing that actually helps close friendships and relationships of mine is killing any assumptions i have of how they're feeling. i trust them, if there's any sort of issue, they can tell me, and vice versa. we communicate. but i don't have that level of communication with anyone else outside of that circle. it's unfair to say i should have that level of communication. but i assume and that's the core issue.i don't trust them, i don't trust them to speak up, i don't trust them to be honest, i don't trust them period. it's probably a habit reinforced by growing up predominantly around white people and just being utterly incapable of communicating with them with any sort of depth. it is a deep seated issue in white culture to assume and not listen, and it makes proper communication damn near impossible.

but what this leads to is a game of trying to figure out how much people dislike me. it's like taking empathy and twisting it into porcupine needles. porcupine theory is a concept that's been popping up in my head a lot recently, but im starting to wonder if it's a self inflicted issue. not to say there's no pain in human communication, but im probably seeing the needles as a lot bigger than they really are.

another issue is that i actually kinda value my distrust of people. it keeps me on my toes for shitty people. though it hasn't really worked out all that well, thinking about it. ginny and Jackie got their claws far too deep into me before i noticed how harmful they were. but i guess i see my distrust like... "well maybe itll help next time!" a certain level of distrust is healthy though. people do lie and take advantage, people are complete dickheads. but i can't pretend im not making any attempt at trying to connect with people needlessly difficult.

but... im scared. im fucking terrified of people. they hurt a LOT, they suffocate, they sand down my favorite parts of me, they turn me against myself, they make the pain they cause seem justified. im scared of that. i hate it. i can't stand most people because of it. that's where all my distrust is rooted. in the belief they'll hurt me. in the belief they hate me. that they don't want me.

im... gonna stop that before i dig down another rabbit hole. point is people scare me, and i value my distrust of them because of that. it keeps me ready i guess. but the distrust is clearly hurting me. i... don't think im gonna come to any real conclusions right now though. it's a start though, and that's always valuable.

[bucephaly]

dalamusrex replied to your post: how does one like… talk to people. like i have 2...

I’m really bad at keeping in touch even with people I consider my best friends. But when I am feeling brave, I’ll ask “How are you?” which sounds cliche and boring, but it helps me to break down that barrier and feel like I’m welcome to say anything I want after that for the rest of the day. I just type it out and hover my finger over the send button for about 1 hour, then hit enter real quick akjhdfg

PFFF that last bit is exactly how i send messages to ppl too.

and yea i do need to like.. do that.. but aaa i get nervous

[genericgalaxyspy]

sigh small rant about me being love-starved(is this even a real word?)

know that thing where you think a relationship will save your crumbling life because “the power of love” and yadayada? yeah that shit kinda untrue tbh, fuckers always said that if you arent happy as you are right now you wont be happy in a relationship and after a while you realize that shit kinda true

and it kinda sucks bc well, this means you actualy have to get your shit together or else shit will get you, like, “wdym i cant just sit around doing nothing everyday of the week and somehow find true love while doing so?” yeah little one, love isnt a tower in clash of clans, you cant just tell your brain to do that and wait it to happen, and spending a ton of money also wont be likely to help, you gotta use that elbow grease and do that shit on your own... but then you sorta realize that without having someone to love life is kinda shitty? theres no one to think about when you look at the sunrise, there is no one to imagine while smelling the flowers, there is no one to call when you listen to good music, and while you can enjoy these things on their own love is kinda like a stat multiplier yknow? a sunrise is already gorgeous, but kissing someone you love under a sunrise? that shit makes even the darkest of days a bit worth going thru

sigh but hey, im just a touch-starved bi blob in a country where acting a bit gay is already something worth bullying and talking with girls is sorta seen as a taboo

[hornime]

Umm yo im so excited for your event!! What about 33 and 57 for the prompts with bokuto? 🤤<3

part of my 500 event! [CLOSED]

CLOSE THE DISTANCE | BOKUTO KOUTAROU X F!READER

warnings: 18+, f!reader, oral (m! and f!receiving), a valiant attempt at 69

a/n: got a wee carried away :D thank you for requesting!

prompts: “show me how much you missed me.” / “you seem more sensitive than usual.”

bokuto’s body took up the entire doorway, spiky hair brushing the top of the crown-molding as he leaned his body on a forearm against the wall. his broad, muscled back was to you, the fabric of a black t-shirt stretched beautifully over his shoulder blades. he was talking to someone, booming voice filling the hallway—and probably pissing off your neighbors, now that you thought about it—and his hands were moving animatedly.

you barely caught the end of his sentence as you snuck up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. “...you later!”

bokuto suddenly whipped around, making you break your grip on his body. “hey babe!” he rolled his suitcase inside the apartment and clumsily removed his shoes before resting the sides of your face in his palms. “how’ve you been?”

“missed you,” you mumbled, playing with the hem of his shirt. you removed his hands from your face, trailing them down your body and under your pants until they made contact with your clothed core, the fabric of your panties already damp. “a lot. see?”

his breath hitched as he moved his fingertips lightly along your clit, making you squirm. “yeah, i see.” he suddenly grabbed you by your legs, wrapping them around his hips before carrying you to the bedroom. he plopped you onto the duvet in a not-so-graceful way, but you were too preoccupied with the rippling muscles of his arms reaching up to take his shirt off to care.

you scrambled to do the same, quickly discarding your clothing and laying back onto the bed as he crawled on top of you. he leaned his face towards you, engulfing you in an all-consuming kiss that knocked the breath out of your lungs. god, you wanted this so bad.

you lowered your hands to fumble at his belt buckle, whining into the kiss as you struggled with the metal clasp. you detached your lips from him, gasping. “take,” you breathed. “take these off. please.”

“i gotcha, pretty girl.” bokuto lifted you and rolled under your body, switching your positions so that you were straddling him, his pants and boxers lowered past the meat of his thighs.

you stared in awe at his cock, hard already and oh-so pretty. you’d never get used to how well it filled you, how it left you flat-out dumb every time. you were salivating just at the thought of having it inside you, inside your mouth, the heavy feeling of his hands in your hair and palm around your neck... “hey,” his voice knocked you out of your daydream. “like what you see?” you nodded eagerly. “alright then.” he laid back against the headboard, arms tucked neatly behind his head, biceps bulging at the movement. “show me how much you missed me.”

you immediately obliged, leaning forward and releasing a glob of spit from your mouth and letting it trickle down the side of his shaft. he shuddered slightly, eyes focused on you with an unreadable expression. maintaining eye contact, you stuck out your tongue before wrapping your lips around his cock, the salty pre-cum teasing your tastebuds. you slowly sunk down until he hit the back of your throat, fingers wrapped around what was left.

“oh fuck,” he groaned, head falling back against the headboard. “you feel s’good.”

you dutifully bobbed your head up and down, relishing in his gorgeous moans, which did nothing but worsen the ache between your legs. you could feel him getting closer, the muscles of his thighs tensing under your fingertips. you blinked up at him through your eyelashes, observing the pleasured contortions of his flushed face.

“fuck, don’t look at me like that,” he whined breathily. “i’ll cum if you do.”

you moaned, the vibrations buzzing around his cock. just the thought of tasting him was making you dizzy. you unconsciously moved faster, tears pearling at the base of your eyes at the effort, hellbent on making him finish.

“wait wait wait wait,” he gasped. “‘m gonna cum, don’t do that.” you pouted as he stopped the movements of your head before sliding himself out of your mouth. your eyes were watery with unshed tears and your lips were slick with drool—he thought you looked beautiful.

“get up here.”

you cocked your head to the side in confusion. “what do you—”

“wanna eat you out while you suck me off.”

you nodded, barely able to hide the smile growing on your face. you crawled over him before flipping your body over, legs spread obscenely with one of your knees positioned on each side of his face. your upper body hovered over his crotch, hands splayed over his tone stomach to balance yourself.

he probed at the inside of your thighs with his thumbs, noting how you squirmed at even the slightest of stimulation. his hot breath fanned over your hole as he dragged your hips down.

“you seem more sensitive than usual,” he mumbled, salivating at the way your dripping hole clenched around nothing. he lapped lightly at your clit and you trembled, body collapsing onto his as your mind struggled to comprehend the pleasure you were feeling after such a long time.

“it’s ‘cus i...” you slurred. “‘cus i didn’t touch myself. did’n wanna. i can’t make myself feel as good as you do.”

“oh really?” he punctuated his question with a lick at your hole. “i broke you?”

“yes,” you cried, your head falling forward onto his thigh. “make me feel good, please, kou! need you so ba—ah!”

he dived into your cunt, using his tongue in sinful ways, teasing your hole and swirling at your bundle of nerves, making your legs shake precariously. “kou i can’t—wanna make you cum, too.”

“that’s alright, pretty girl,” he grumbled into your thigh. “just relax. lemme take care of you.”

you didn’t have much of a choice but to follow; your limbs were already jelly. you grasped helplessly at his quads, desperately trying not to lose your mind as his ministrations sent your consciousness spinning.

one of his hands left its place on your hip and two fingers thrusted into you, ripping a high-pitched whine from your throat. “f-fuck! kou ‘m gonna... f’you keep doing that m’gonna—”

he curled his fingers, brushing against your g-spot, and you screamed, barely able to muffle your moans in the flesh of his abdomen. “c-cumming!” you wailed, nails digging into his skin. 

bokuto sucked at your overstimulated clit, helping your ride out your orgasm as you writhed uncontrollably overtop of him. he groaned at the taste of your cum on his tongue as he stuck his fingers in his mouth and licked them clean. you swayed to the side, balance completely thrown off from the overwhelming sensations.

“woah there, baby.” he gently rolled your weak form onto the bed, brushing your hair out of your face. he tucked you into the blanket, wiping the drool pooling at your lips.

“jesus, kou,” you lamented, eyes squinting up at him. “you sucked the damn soul outta me.”

“‘s my job, baby.” he placed a light peck on your forehead.

“but i wanted to make you feel good, too!” you gave him a small pout which quickly morphed into a yawn as you nuzzled into the pillow, eyelids closing in exhaustion.

“you already do,” he whispered softly, cradling your now-sleeping form. his eyes were filled with adoration. “you already do.”

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[isa-ah]

i'm just super nervous about asking about it because i know very little about it. but like idk it seems like a possibility i should explore, but I don't even know if the info i do have is true and i'm scared of barging into a space i don't belong

tbh its really hard to self identify a system by design. you have to consider what it is and why you have it- a dire means your brain takes to break off pieces of yourself to contain childhood trauma within so that you can still function baseline. its by definition something thats really hard to confront or grasp bc its all about repression and divvying up things that would make it difficult to impossible for you to function. this is called a covert system, and some systems Stay that way. theyre functional, either without defined alters, or with alters that stealth and keep things smoothed over.

that said, there are flags you can look for. when youre triggered, how do you process it? do you feel depersonalized? not like yourself, or even not able to reflect on what happened even if you felt cognizant AS it happened? some people black out entirely when an alter fronts, leaving black hole memory gaps, but for me its more of a grey out; like im aware as things happen but in retrospect my memory of it is VERY fuzzy or nonexistent. i know where the time went, but i cant remember anything specific about it. i also feel a bit like im being puppeted around, esp bc none of my alters communicate the same way i do. (ie bentley is pretty harsh w a thick twang, shy is nonverbal, arthur is deep voice king autism, etc).

in my experience, my system didnt become more overt until several years out from living with any of my family, and with only relatively shitty things going on in my life. i felt safe in my environment and so my brain settled in and began unpacking things that i had previously been too busy in a survival mentality to be able to handle. bentley kinda shambled forward after a few days of feeling really out of it and our relationship went from there. lo says he thinks my role in the system is as a protector (which makes sense ig) so it was really difficult for me to talk about it for a good couple months bc i felt like i needed to keep it hush hush to myself & safe. its VERY hard to reach a point of confidently proclaiming you have a system by virtue of it WANTING to be covert. having a support system of friends really made the difference for me, i think.

as far as getting in touch with yourself, there are a few things you can try; art has been a big way for my alters to express themselves through something i enjoy doing, so finding something to bond over could be good. journaling often, leaving up little notes for yourself, or maybe pulling threads you feel compelled to follow (clothes you wouldnt normally wear, a strikingly specific character design, a comfort xyz that you dont necessarily vibe with, specific music that makes your brain buzz) have also all been pretty noteworthy i think.

idk at the end of the day i think if you feel like you have some kind of disturbance like that, you probably do. it might not necessarily be alters, or a system, but trauma can have a really wide range of effects on your brain and theres a spectrum of ways it can manifest. if this one is compelling you to dig into it, then you should i think! its not like youre taking resources out of other peoples mouths, it really doesnt work like that.

anyway ive been typing for so long i dont remember if i had a good conclusive wrap up so! if you have any questions just lmk :->

[krxideprnz-archive]

Omg yay!! Thank youuu! I’ve been dying for some hot Geto fics hahaha

How about one where he swallowed a cursed spirit thinking it has unique abilities and although it does, he was left with some side effects and reader is there to help (winks) pls pls pls have the reader peg him too 🥺

(On a side note I was about to request for student Geto since he’s cuter back then but i stopped myself cuz is he even of legal age aaaahhhhh 🙉🙉🙉

Ahhh I hope I didn’t make him too ooc 😭😭 I really hope I did him justice 🙏

Thank you for requesting again! 💕 I appreciate it a lot!

Sub! Geto x Dom! Reader

This includes content not suited for minors

Includes- pegging/orgasm denial

You noticed something was off when Geto walked through your front door, no kiss, no hug. He didn’t even look at you.

He instantly excused himself and went in the bathroom.

You didn’t think much of it at first and went on with your usual tasks like you normally would.

That was until you started to wonder where he was, after all he was still in the bathroom and he didn’t come out until now.

You knocked on the bathroom door.

“Geto? Are you okay?”

As soon as you said that, you heard the bathroom door unlock, and Geto soon opened the door, and you could swear you saw a blush on his face, and your mind started to flood with questions.

What was he doing in there? What was he hiding from you?

After he pressed a kiss to your lips, he finally spoke up

“Hey (Y/N). Sorry I didn’t even say hello to you before”

You only shook your head with a small smile and grabbed his hand.

“It’s not a big deal. Come on, let’s talk in the living room” he followed you through your shared home and sat down next to you on the couch.

You asked him how his last week was, after all you were curious about the mission he was on, last time you heard from him was over the phone a few days ago, and you really wanted to know about what happened.

He started to speak about this one curse that he consumed, a curse with unique abilities that made him stronger, and you smiled when he said he was able to consume it without many problems.

“Without many problems? We’re there any?”

You noticed he was acting a little weird, he was trailing of a lot and he didn’t look into your eyes when he talked, he always avoided your questioning look.

“Only some small ones.. nothing to worry about, really”

You decided to not question Geto any further and shrugged.

“I’m glad everything went well, babe”

Placing yourself on his lap you pressed a kiss on his forehead, happy to finally be reunited with your partner.

But you still felt like something was off.

You felt something poke near your inner thigh, but you decided to act oblivious, standing up and walking to the kitchen to prepare food for the both of you.

He had his days where he would get riled up rather quickly, and he was away for a week, but you still wondered what tea happened while he was away.

Geto was much more affectionate than he usually was, he was constantly clinging to your body, kissing your face and occasionally touching and caressing your hips and thighs.

You often heard him whimper in your ear when you brushed up against him.

After a while, you decided to ask him about it.

“What has gotten into you today? You’re usually more hesitant when you need to be fucked”

Your statement made him stop for a second before burying his face in your neck and inhaling your scent.

You let out a laugh and continued speaking.

“Geto, sweetheart, look at me”

He lifted his head from your shoulder and you turned around to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He waited for your instructions, like he always did when he was in the mood, always perfectly obedient for you.

“What did you really do in the bathroom? What happened?”

His eyes widened and a barely noticeable blush crept onto his pale cheeks.

“I only-“

“Tell me the truth, Geto” you glared at him, face moving closer to his, observing his nervous features.

“There were some side effects... from swallowing the curse”

A grin started to form on your lips, so he was hiding something from you.

“Oh~? And what might that be?”

He swallowed hard, he knew that you were gonna ask him further, he should’ve known you’d figure it out sooner or later.

“It acted kind of like an aphrodisiac,okay?” he stated, eyes looking everywhere but you.

A few seconds of silence filled the room.

Geto was about to say something when you started to speak.

“Geto, you could’ve just told me” you brushed your hand through his soft hair.

“I would’ve helped you right away~ but since you’ve been keeping secrets from me... I guess I’ll be a little harsher on you~”

-

“Ah! Ahh! Fuck, (Y/N)!” Another harsh thrust made the headboard of your bed hit the wall.

Geto was on all fours, you were placed behind him, continuously thrusting your strap on into his tight hole.

His eyes were rolled back and tears stained his pale face.

He was denied yet another orgasm by the cock ring that was secured tight around his length.

“Oh Baby... look at you, you should’ve just told me from the start~” you cooed, punctuating your words with your fast thrusts, hitting his prostate in a way that made him see stars.

He was a mess under you, he had to admit that he loved the way you were manhandling him so roughly.

A whimper left Getos lips before he spoke.

“Please...(Y/N).. I-“ he pressed his face into the pillow underneath him, muffling his drawn out moan.

“What? Are you gonna be good now?”

He nodded without hesitating, his head moving to the side, giving you a good view of his pleasured expression.

“Im gonna- be g-good! I promise- (Y/N)~!!”

You grabbed his cock, removing the ring from his aching length.

Geto let out a pained whine when you pulled out of his red hole.

“Shh... I want you to prove you’re gonna be good now” you turned around, lying on your back.

“Pleasure yourself on this strap, show me how bad you need it, Geto”

With shaking arms, he lifted himself up, rolling over to place his body on top of yours.

He looked at you, waiting for your permission to move.

You encouraged him to go on, and he lowered himself into the strap, lips parting to let out a satisfied moan.

He started to bounce up and down, the dildo stretching hitting his most sensitive places with each thrust.

You gripped his hips, adding some extra speed to his staggering movements.

“Hngh!! so- good...” he sighed, eyes rolling back at the pleasure he was feeling.

A drawn out moan left his lips when he felt your mouth lick over his perked up nipples, kissing and sucking the sensitive flesh.

His hands moved to grab your shoulders, leaving reddened marks of his nails digging into your skin, but you didn’t care.

Not when Geto was currently completely loosing himself in the intense pleasure he was experiencing with that adorable expression on his face.

Spurts of warm cum hit your stomach when he released with a string of high pitched moans.

Geto collapsed on your body, exhausted from the pleasuring orgasm he just experienced.

“Are you feeling better now, sweetheart?” you asked, untangling his now messy hair.

He only hummed, to tired to answer properly and he just pressed his face into your chest before falling asleep.

[solarwonux]

10.  “I still remember the way you taste.”

31.  “Why haven’t you kissed me yet?”

villain!wonwoo x superhero!f!reader

w.c: 2.6k (it was mistake okay I got carried away we should know this by now)

warnings: fluff, talks of death, ghosts, torture if you squint, graveyards, digging up graves (don’t do that yall), angst a little, it’s hinted that the reader can communicate with ghosts. (if you’re uncomfortable with any of these themes this one is not for you)

note: I CAN EXPLAIN OKAY I KNOW YOU WANTED JOKER WONWOO BUT LIKE IT STARTED OFF THAT WAY AND THEN I GOT SOFT. Enjoy let know your thoughts please, they mean so much to me. 

Also i will answer asks at some point, school is just keeping me super busy, BUT IM NOT IGNORING THEM THEY MAKE ME SMILE EVERY TIME I SEE THEM.

masterlist || drabble game

Wonwoo wiped the sweat off of his brow with the back of his hand, panting slightly as he stared down at the empty grave. “Remind me again why we’re doing this?” Vernon asked, digging his shovel into the ground with the heel of his boot. He rested his forearm against the handle looking at Wonwoo through his sweaty bangs. 

“There is no reason, I was just bored.” Wonwoo shrugged, his cheeks were dusted with dirt and his white dress shirt was anything but white. The truth was he had a reason, he needed a way to meet you halfway and causing chaos was the only way to get you out of that shiny tower in the middle of the city where all the heroes resided. But his reasoning would never be voiced out loud, especially not to Vernon and so he lied like it was second nature to him. 

Wonwoo missed you, He missed getting under your skin with his snarky remarks and idiotic plans to take over the world. Or at least the city. The world was his end goal, but in order to do that he needed to succeed at taking over the city first and so far he had failed. Mainly, do to you and your teammates interrupting his plans. Though along the way something unexpected happened. He had undoubtedly fallen truly, madly, deeply in love with you. It had annoyed him at first, his mind was constantly enveloped with thoughts of you. Interrupting everything he spent years working on. 

It took him months to come to terms with his unwanted feelings and if he hadn’t snuck into the masked ball held every year at the tower; he probably wouldn’t have. But the second he saw you come down the grand staircase of the ballroom wearing a dress so blue, it put the night sky to shame; he kissed you before he could stop himself. Despite the mask he was wearing you had spotted him in the crowd and led him down an empty hallway when his urges got the best of him causing him to sin. When he pulled away he was shocked just as you were, but he was definitely floored when you had cut his apology short and kissed him again. 

“So you decided to dig up an empty grave for fun?” Vernon pushed his dirt stained hand through his hand, leaving behind little specks of dirt in its wake. “How did you even know this grave would be empty?” 

“It’s mine...well used to be mine. Obviously I’m not dead.” Wonwoo’s nonchalant tone sent shivers up Vernon’s back. Once again he found himself wondering why the hell he always found himself going along with Wonwoo’s schemes. He knew there was a reason. Wonwoo never did anything without calculating all his moves beforehand, but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to know the true reason, more so if he was going to find out soon anyway. His suspicions were confirmed when he caught sight of you. He should’ve known that this was just another one of Wonwoo’s ways to get to you. 

Vernon didn’t understand your relationship with Wonwoo, scientifically it didn’t make sense. In simple terms Wonwoo was hated by everyone and you on the other hand were not. But the two of you had snuck around for years up until the accident five months ago. Ever since then Wonwoo’s spirits were low and he was going mad. If he wasn’t holed up in his tiny room at the apartment he was bent over a desk mumbling to himself, trying to come up with ways in which he could see you again. All of Wonwoo’s attempts before this one had failed and to say he wasn’t surprised to see you sit down, legs hanging over the edge of the grave while looking down at Wonwoo lovingly, he would be lying. Though, he supposed it had to do with the fact that Wonwoo’s grave was dug up. 

“You guys having fun there?” Wonwoo jumped. He rapidly smoothed down his shirt, leaving behind streaks of dirt, and fixed his hair before turning around. A smug smile adorning his features. Vernon shook his head and rolled his eyes. Sometimes he missed the days in which Wonwoo wasn’t in love. 

“Princess what brings you here?” He winked. His clammy hands grew more wet as he leaned against the shovel, before it failed underneath his weight causing him to trip. Seeing you again was like a breath of fresh air, the pictures he kept of you and looked at every night did you no justice. For you shined brighter than the stars in the night sky and it always made Wonwoo’s heart skip a beat. 

“Cut the shit Wonwoo, I know you’ve been turning this city upside down at least once a week to get under my skin.” 

“Well, what was I supposed to do? You haven’t been answering my calls, texts or emails.” Wonwoo threw his hands up in disbelief and you rolled your eyes at his ignorance. 

“Apologize, that’s all you had to do and you wouldn’t be here digging your own grave...literally.” You huffed crossing your arms in front of you, ripping your eyes away from his. Suddenly the memory of the accident came lingering back. You knew, given his nature, Wonwoo was calculated. He used his powers to affiliate pain on his victims without moving a muscle to get what he wanted. Though, he had never used it on you, until that night. 

He had been blinded by rage and pain and you had never seen him use so much power in your years of knowing him. It scared you and when you had tried to coax him out of whatever state he was in. He did the one thing he promised he would never do. 

He used his abilities on you. 

Wonwoo sighed before hosting himself out of the hole and taking the empty seat next you. “I wanted to do it in person, but you never showed up.” He looked down at his hands playing with his fingers, twirling the ring on his pinky. His body was consumed with guilt as your screams of agony replayed in his head. Just like they did every night. He had never once felt anything but satisfaction and bliss whenever he used his powers on someone. In fact he loved the way his victims begged him to stop, that was until you were on the receiving end of his torture. 

“You know where I live. It’s a big shiny tower in the center of town. Pretty hard to miss honestly.” The airy playfulness of your voice made his stomach swirl. He truly missed you and not just on nights when the two of you gently explored each other's bodies, but just in general. 

“I know but you know how much I hate the others, especially Joshua. He always has to stick his nose into matters that don’t concern him.” He huffed, flicking a tiny spec of dirt off of his trousers. “And I was scared.” He confessed lowly, shocking Vernon who had now taken it upon himself to sit on the soil filled ground to watch the spectacle in front of him. Wonwoo never admitted his fears and though Vernon sometimes could feel them radiating off him. It was different hearing it come from his friend's mouth. 

“Of Joshua? Dude’s only got super strength and-”

“No of you. I was scared to see you suffer and to turn me away. I was scared that if I did show up putting aside indifference for your friends just to hear you say that you didn’t love me anymore.” Wonwoo let out a deep sigh at the ending of his words. He dropped his shoulders feeling the weight being lifted off them. He felt your body shake next to him and it confused him greatly, even more so when it was followed by your laugh. Though he loved it and missed it greatly. He couldn’t deny the anger he felt towards you as you laughed at his vulnerability. 

Slowly, he felt his heart close up again and brought himself up to his feet faster than he could blink. His feet moved faster than the doubt racing through his veins and your laughter came to a stop. 

He now remembered why he swore to never love again all those years ago. 

“Wonwoo, wait come back.” You hurried to your feet, smoothing down the creases on your leggings. Vernon copied your movements. He could sense the fear coming from your body, and it overwhelmed his senses. Behind his soft eyes he quietly told you to hurry before Wonwoo did something he wasn’t supposed to. Even though Wonwoo always did without planning ahead of time, there were a few instances where he didn’t care and acted carelessly. And he found himself fearing more for your heart rather than his friend's safety. 

You sighed tugging on the sleeves of your sweatshirt before turning around and ran after the only man you had ever loved. You passed many tombstones, silently paying your respects until you stopped in the middle of a small clearing, home to one familiar tombstone and Wonwoo. His hands in his pocket, eyebrows furrowed and his teeth chewing down on his teeth. 

“After she died, I promised her I wouldn’t love anyone again.” He whispered, “but then you came along and ruined it.” He turned his head, his eyes glossy with wanted tears. “Do you know how much I beat myself up every day for what I did to her. For what I did to you. I hate myself for it, I hate that I can inflict pain on everyone else but myself because I’m not one that should be suffering, not everyone else.” 

By now he had finally let his tears go. They raced down his cheeks rapidly and it shattered your heart. 

“It hurts me that you think that way about yourself. She didn’t die because of you, you tried to save her and-”

“I was too late.” Wonwoo snorted and rolled his eyes. He stared intently at the tombstone in front of him, reading his little sister’s name over and over again, letting it burn feverishly inside his mind. He missed her dearly and sometimes he wondered why you never told him anything about the conversations you would have with her whenever she visited you. But you had told him that it was a family secret between the two of you and he never questioned you again because you had used the word family and it made him feel all giddy inside.

“Let me talk Wonwoo.” You said closing the gap between you and Wonwoo. You grabbed his face in your hands and wiped away his tears with the pad of your thumb. He had always been there to comfort you on your lowest days. His sweet words and warmth grounded you back onto the Earth, but you had never gotten the opportunity to do the same to him. He always kept himself closed off and reserved. It had taken almost a year into your secret, not so secret relationship for him to tell you about his sister’s unfortunate death and a few more months after that for him to say that he loved you. Despite all those small passing moments of vulnerability he had never once cried in front of you. 

“I love you and you’re stupid for thinking that I would love you any less because of what happ-”

“I hurt you though,” Wonwoo cut you off, earning a ground shattering glare from you that sent shivers up his spine. “Sorry you can continue.” He whispered. 

“Thank you.” You smirked and wrapped your arms around his neck, making him freeze. You were the strangest person he had ever had the pleasure in knowing because normal people would never be as comfortable as you were in his presence. “I know the kind of person you are Wonwoo, through this cold exterior there is the most loving and sensible person I have ever known. I mean, baby, you spent a whole day sulking because you forgot to water your plant.” 

“You gave me that plant for my birthday, therefore he’s our child.” 

“This is exactly my point, you have the biggest of anyone I have ever known. Unfortunately, you have been dealt a bad hand in life and I really don’t understand your obsession with taking over the world. But you’re not a monster.” 

“I hurt people though, sometimes for fun.” He whispered against your skin. In the midst of your speech he had given in and circled his arms around your waist before burying his face into the crook of your neck. Leaving the two of you in an awkward and uncomfortable position. 

“And who are those people?”

“Bad people.”

“Exactly baby, they’re the scum of the Earth and you have helped stop them.” 

“Okay, but that doesn’t make me a hero. I’m just doing what you guys can’t do. On top of that Joshua’s super strength is useless, he only gets praised because he’s hot.” Wonwoo finished and raised his head, smirking. He sent you a playful wink, tears long forgotten, causing you to roll your eyes. 

“Mingyu takes forever to get ready, but that’s besides the point. You’re not a monster so stop treating yourself like one.” 

“Does that mean you forgive me?” He pouted batting his eyelashes at you. 

“Yes you big idiot.” 

“Then...why haven’t you kissed me yet?” He puckered his lips and made kissing noises, making you laugh. “Hey I’m waiting and you know I’m impatient.” He spoke through pouted lips as he leaned in closer, his lips hovered over yours teasingly until you finally caved and kissed him. He sighed happily against your mouth and deepened the kiss. He had spent five months without the feeling of your touch and it scared him that he would forget how it felt. Yet, now as he kissed you with everything in him he realized he hadn’t and it overjoyed him to the point in which he accidentally let out a moan; making you pull away quickly and eyeing him down. 

“Control yourself, your sister, her friends and Vernon are here.” You scolded making him pout. 

“I’m sorry, i just...I still remember the way you taste, and I got excited.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. Before he could plant his lips on yours again he was met with your hand pushing him away. He whined as you tore his arms away from your waist, his body growing cold. “Nooo, one more kiss.” He reached out making grabby hands at you like a child. Instead of giving into what he wanted you turned and started walking away, “Wait, where are you going?” He stumbled against his own feet before following you. 

“Home.” You looked over at him and stuffed your hands into the front pocket of your hoodie. “You have a grave to cover up with Vernon.” 

“But I haven’t seen you in five months, just give me five more minutes please.” 

“Wonwoo you just didn’t look hard enough baby.” You said giving him a knowing smirk before leaning over, giving him a chaste kiss on his cheek. He felt his eyes grow in realization as everything started to click in his head. If what you had hinted was the truth and you had shown up to every single sight he had caused trouble in, then he had to give it to you. You were a lot more clever than you led on. “Don’t think about it too hard, I’ll leave my window open for you.” You smiled widely giving his cheek a pat and disappeared through the trees. 

“You live on the twenty fourth floor.” He yelled after you, his hands falling down at his side in defeat. He heard someone snort next to him and suddenly he remembered that Vernon was there silently observing everything, just like always did. 

“Figure it out baby, you always do.”

[binniedeactivated]

hi binnie i wanted to request a fem!reader x dom!yeonjun when she comes home late at night smelling like someone else’s cologne and he punishes her. (sorry this is very descriptive aha im no good at english ) :3

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | 𝐝𝐨𝐦!𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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“hyung, go to sleep”. soobin encourages over the video monitor.

“no we need to finish these lyrics”. yeonjun refuses. he was currently working from home in his home studio. it was more urgent to him than anyone else probably because of the real studio time he’s missed due to paternity leave. 

“hyung we can finish them tomorrow alright?”. soobin assures softly. he hated seeing the older stressing himself out. “how’s jayce? has he been sleeping okay?”. soobin asks.

yeonjun huffs and combs his hair back with his fingers in stress. he hasn’t been getting the sleep he wanted due to the six month old infant. especially since your boss needed you urgently, cutting your maternity leave and giving you later hours than usual. hence the reason why yeonjun has been practically banging his head over work. he palms his forehead in the video camera. soobin could see the weariness in his eyes.

“yeah I guess. I just put him down an hour ago. I hope he stays asleep”.

“good. you should use this time to get some sleep hyung”.

yeonjun huffs again, parting his lips to say something else before he heard the front door open and close softly. it was you trying to hurry and sneak in. maybe change your clothes and shower before yeonjun could suspect anything.

“fine I guess. I’ll get some sleep”.

“good. I’ll talk to you tomorrow hyung”.

“bye soobin”.

he waves before ending the call. he checks his watch. it was almost an hour later than when you normally came home. “babe is that you?”. he spoke.

you swiftly took your jacket off hanging it on the coat rack. you cursed under breath hating the fact that he even heard you arrive. “yes babe”. you call out from near the door.

“you know you’re like an hour late coming home. jayce was a handful today”.

you slip off your shoes. “I know, I’m sorry. I’m here now”. you tried to sound as sincere as possible. almost as if you weren’t fucking one of your best friends an hour prior.

yeonjun turns off his monitors and shuts off the equipment in his studio. he decided to check on the baby one last time before entering your shared bedroom. thank god he was still asleep.

“I’m not trying to be an asshole but baby I really need you here. why is your boss keeping you so late?”. yeonjun questions while you were digging into your closet. you were kind of glad he couldn’t see the guilty look on your face. but he definitely smelled the cologne each time you moved.

“I’m sorry it’s been really hectic at the company. I’ll talk to her to see if we can make some arrangements. why are you so upset junnie?”. you soft talked, hoping to butter him up. he sighs at the nickname, sneaking behind you to wrap his arms around your waist to smell you again on purpose.

you reeked of versace cologne. and yeonjun knew he never wore that kind.

“I’m not upset baby. I just miss you and jayce is always eating and crying”.

his lips sit at the coast of your collarbone. he peppers fluttering kisses until he reaches your neck. you breathed.

“isn’t that what you do too? eat and whine about things?” you accuse. yeonjun chuckles. “yes maybe”.

you wanted to shrug yeonjun off because honestly words couldn’t explain how fucked out you were. but you didn’t want him to think anything was up so you let his lips continue up your neck and finally to your jawline.

yeonjun could hear your breathing pattern shift due to his lips. but more than anything he saw how much you were trying to act like you wanted him, but really you wanted to tell him not tonight. that you didn’t feel like having sex because you already got your fix from someone else. and yeonjun knew it.

he pushes his bulge against your backside inching his lips to the corner of yours. you could feel him harden. “baby”. he hums. “baby please have sex with me”.

your heart raced at his words. you’ve never heard yeonjun beg in need before. you didn’t know how you were going to find the energy to oblige to his request. but he grips your waist tighter and you knew there was no letting go. he traces the outline of your breasts with his fingers, keeping note of the fact that your bra wasn’t on.

‘stupid’, yeonjun wanted to say. he knows you left the house with one on. yeonjun was furious.

“please? don’t you miss me?”. he whines again, sneaking a kiss to your lips. he glares into your eyes after he pulls away and you nod your head in counterfeit desperation. he grins into another kiss while his hand searched for the back of your thighs. while hoisting you up the both of you exchange sloppy kisses until you were being laid back onto the sheets.

he allows his tongue to roam your mouth once more before he pulls away with admiration glimmering in his eyes.

“I love you”.

you swallowed, the sheer happiness that overwhelmed him was enough to make you feel guilty about what you done. nevertheless you pout your lips and rub his cheek. “aw junnie. I love you too”.

he smiles and leans down to layer an abundance of kisses over your lips again. he  pins your wrists down gradually with his hands. “I know I haven’t been the best husband lately”. he complains in between kisses. “but I’ve been so tired and moody with the baby and you haven’t been here”. he raises your dress and pushes his bulge against the wetness of your panties. 

you pant feeling your breathing becoming shaky. “I’m sorry junnie. you’ve been the perfect husband okay? I don’t know what I was thinking working-- l-late like that”.

he tongue kisses your neck sliding your panties down your thighs in one quick movement. “you’re so pretty. I’ve been missing you”. slowly but surely he clutches your thighs and rocks down into your warmth. you wrap your arms around his neck with your gaspy moans driving straight into his ear.  your eyes roll up to the ceiling.

“godd---go a little softer junnie please”. you plead. and he follows your command slowly swaying his hips into you with care. he kisses your cheeks. “is this better baby?”. he pants into the small space between the both of your lips, satisfied with the way he was sheathed in your warmth. it felt so good and he hasn’t had it in so long.

“yes it’s perfect”. you mumble, grinding your hips against him at the same speed. it felt amazing. sex was always amazing with yeonjun. he leans down and plants another kiss on your lips. “so needy? what’s making my baby so needy? you missed me that much?”.

between your muffled cries you nodded. he was stretching you each time he inched deeper. he knew how much you loved him buried inside of you. enough to forget where you end and where he begins. “god yeonjun”. you whine against his neck. “i’ve missed you so much”. you whimper back. you felt so ashamed. you knew no one could ever fuck you like yeonjun could.

“I don’t want you to ever miss me baby. I want to always be here to love you and give what you want when you want it”.

you hold him against you, melting each time he bucks into you and feeling guilt eat you alive each time he spoke. “I’d love that so much”. you reply hazily glaring up into his eyes.

“and I love you-”. he cut himself off with a hard thrust jolting your body upwards. you gasp. he chuckles into your neck. “fuck--i hope you don’t think I’m a pervert. asking for sex as soon as you walk in the door”.

“mmmh no junnie-- you’re just as needy as I am”.

with his head buried into your neck he fucks into you a bit faster, groaning at the way you felt wrapped around his length. he got his desired effect though. you with parted lips clawing at his back. each time he rocked into you he heard you choke on your own moans and that’s exactly what he wanted. it turned him on.

“junnie I’m going to cum if you keep going like this---that’s why I want you to g-go slower”.

“I’m sorry it’s been so long I can’t control myself”. he tries his best to go at a slower pace but each time he tried he went back to the same pace he started with. you’re not far behind your orgasm and yeonjun knew just by the stutter in your hips.

“tell me when you’re about to cum baby”. he breathes.

“I’m a-about to ccum right now”. you were nearly shaking beneath him. and just as you felt like you were about release yeonjun stops his movements completely. you sank into confusion until you felt him roughly create a makeshift ponytail out of your hair and pin it against the bed above your head so you couldn’t move.

his facial expression immediately changed. instead he looked angry. his eyes were scary glaring down into yours.

“did you really think I’d let you cum you fucking cheater?”.

you glanced up at him with horror. “junnie--”.

“don’t fucking soft talk me“.

you crumbled at his tone of voice. he started pounding into you whilst biting his lips. you whimper in his hands.

“whose cologne is that hm?”.

if you weren’t choking to death on your moans before you were definitely were choking on them now. he was making you feel so good you could barely think of anything else while he was fucking you like this. you felt your orgasm build back up quickly.

“w-what cologne?”. he thrusts rough and sharp and stops just after he felt your hips stutter. you whine in desperation to cum just once. it felt like a punch in the gut.

“don’t play stupid. whose cologne are you wearing?”.

“it’s yyours”. you wanted to crawl into a hole and hide at the way he practically growled at you. he lowers his lips allowing them to overshadow yours.

“that’s not my fucking cologne and you know that. I don’t wear versace cologne. so how about you tell me who does?”.

and right there, he was filling you again. pushing his length into your depth just how you liked it, knowing it drove you insane. knowing it was just enough to make you want to cum again. his strokes were painfully slow, making your body wallow in a feeling of pleasure and anxiousness.  he bites his lips again.

“I think I like you like this. not being able to cum. you feel better around me”.

he’s groaning and you felt heat sit in your cheeks. your hips bucked up with need and he’s snapping his hips into you until he felt you stutter again. you pant heavily, grasping his shirt.

“yyeonjun please--pplease don’t stop I need to cum!”.

“tell me who wears versace cologne”. he snarls. in absolute desperation you answer, “a cclose friend of mine!”.

and just as you were about to finally cum his hips come to a halt once more.  you felt tears cascade down your cheeks. he chuckles in the midst of your pain.

“and you weren’t even smart enough to put your bra on before coming home to me. you’re pathetic as fuck. do you know that?”. he rocks his hips down again with brutal thrusts.

“jjunnie I’m sorry! it’s just I’ve been feeling so unsatisfied lately“.

yeonjun casts his eyes down on you with no remorse. he cared nothing about your explanation or your tears. you whimpered against his chest.

“how long have you been doing this? don’t lie to me”.

your needy cries were muffled into the material of his shirt. you decided to reply honestly. “s-since jayce was three months”. you sniffle.  “please let me cum yeonjun”.

for an affair that he thought was only just a few weeks ended up being months. yeonjun couldn’t believe you. he couldn’t believe you’d intentionally sabotage the family that the both of you started together. he knows he was stressed and moody lately but it was because he was taking care of jayce by himself. and you were no where to be found. tears rimmed his eyes.

his hips stop and he cums good and hard just how he hoped. except you didn’t. you were a tear stained mess beneath him shaking and crying. yet he didn’t care. he leaned off of you and started zipping up his pants. and almost as if he could sense that his father was near, jayce began to softly cry in the next room over.

yeonjun glares down at you in pure disgust.

“I want you to pack your stuff and get out of my house”.

[sadbabyorangeslice]

Kuroo x Reader Oneshot

Word count: 1k Includes: fluff, a little angst?, romance :3 (ofc),  Note: This is an old fanfic I wrote but unlike a lot of my other writings, I actually enjoy this one. Sure, it needs a lot of work but I like it. 

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He looked at me dead in the eyes with his serious face which made him look constipated. I couldn't help but laugh a little at his expression. Then he pushed me against his bed, digging his face into the crook of my neck. I yipped in shock, yet my hands still found their place in his damp hair. I felt him smile against my skin as I sighed in peace.

-earlier that day-

I shut my locker and turned to my best friend who was leaning on the one right next to mine. They were rambling on about something that happened earlier that day. I didn't bother to listen though, they always had something to say.

"And look who's coming." Just then I heard a familiar male voice yelling at me from all the way down the hall.

"Look, I'll talk to you later yeah?" My friend said before I nodded and they walked away.

" y/n CHANNNNN!!!" Kuroo yelled before grabbing me into a hug.

"Hey! Let go of me before I suffocate and die." I laughed.

"Awhh ok..." He let go of me and as I was readjusting my uniform he squatted down to my eye level.

"Listen I don't have volleyball practice today, and my family isn't going to hone 'till late so I was wondering..." He looked away and blushed a little.

"Mm? Ahh you want me to come over? Gosh how scandalous~" I teased. "But really, why so sudden?"

"I wanted to talk to you about something in private." He mumbled.

"If you wanted to talk in private why didn't yo-" He cut me off before I had a chance to finish my sentence.

"Because I want to ok!!" He pouted. I laughed at his embarrassment and patted his head

"Alright alright fine~~ but you owe me some takoyaki."

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I took off my shoes, and set my bag down by the entrance where I always put it. Taking my hand he brought me upstairs to his room.

It smelt of his cologne and sweat. I liked it though, it was like a guilty pleasure of mine. I jumped onto his bed as he set his bag down soon after, finding his place beside me.

This whole time he seemed a little bit off. Kuroo was always loud and ecstatic. An open book to everyone at school. So when something was wrong, you knew.

"Hey churro, what's wrong?" I asked in a concerned tone. That was my nickname for him and he always enjoyed it when I called him that.

"y/n, I need to tell you something important. But, promise not to laugh?"

"Hmm. Fine fine, why so upset?" He turned turned to me with an expression of worry hanging from his face.

"y/n... I, uhm. I-" He continued to stutter a bit more before I finished the sentence for him.

"You like me don't you..." I chuckled. For the longest time, I felt that something was different with Kuroo when he talked to me. He was still his happy little self with others but whenever I came around he always turned his attention towards me.

And I liked that.

I didn't mean to be selfish with him. I knew he liked me, everybody knew he liked me. Kuroo was clearly ready for a relationship, but was I? Thinking about that question made my heart ache. I cared about Kuroo, so much so that one time I came to his house to deliver cookies and tell him about what he missed while he was sick. For the longest time I knew I had feelings for him too! But the crippling fear of him leaving me left emptiness in my stomach.

"Hey y/n! I was supposed to be the one to tell you!" He huffed.

"Oh!! Im sorry!" I replied apologetically.

"Was it really that obvious?" he asked as he looked up at his ceiling.

"To be honest, the entire boys volleyball team told me about it. Kenma said that I should stop by practices more because you preform better when I'm around." I finished the sentence with a giggle.

"In more ways then one..." he mumbled.

"KUROO!" I yelled teasingly as I threw a pillow at his arm. He chuckled but then got up, grabbed some pants and headed towards the bathroom.

"I'm gonna take a shower kay? Don't do anything stupid." He warned me.

"Yeah yeah," I waved for him to hurry and leave. Only a few moments later he got out wearing the sweatpants he took earlier. A towel laid atop his shoulders, his chest bare and muscular. I could see them clearly from the bed (which I had made myself comfortable on).

Heading in my direction, he and sat in front of me grabbing my hand which I was using to cover up my now burning cheeks. He stared at me and I laughed. He then pushed me against the bed and dug his head into my neck, smiling in retaliation.

My hands kept playing with his hair while listening to his breaths against my skin.

"y/n..." he called. Like a needy little cat. So cute~

"Kuroo..." I couldn't think of anything to say. Kuroo and I were close, but this time it felt different. These butterflies we're raging inside me.

Then he shifted his position on top of me. "My friends enjoy your company, my family loves whenever you're around, hell even the teachers push us together for projects because even they know you're good for me. I love you y/n, so why won't you love me back?" he said, hovering his face over mine.

I held his cheeks in my hands finally spilling the truth.

"I do love you. I love it when you ask me to come to your games even though you know I'll already be there. I love it when you hold up my hair every time we go to get ramen because you don't want me making a mess. I love it when you notice my shoe is untied and go out of you ay to tie it up for me even though crouching hurts your back! I love every little thing about you." I paused to wipe away the tear that formed in the corner of my eye.

"I'm just scared of you leaving me. What happens when you find someone better? What happens if we get into a big fight? What happens when-" he covered my mouth to make me stop talking.

"I will never find anyone better than you. I promise. Nobody could ever replace the time we spent together, or fill the hole I have when you're gone."

His words sent arrows through my heart. Like suddenly everything began unfolding in front of my eyes. He felt the same way I did all this time. With and without.

We shared our pain and our joy.

"Well, I guess it's decided." I got out of his clutches and grabbed his wrist bringing him to his balcony.

We stood there, watching as clouds complimented the colours of the sunset that day.

"What's decided? What are you talking about?" He asked in confusion and unease.

I smiled at him, and turned to face the skyline. I brought my hands to my face and yelled at the top of my lungs. "I love Kuroo!!"

"y/n what are you doing?" he laughed.

Smiling, I turned back to him.

"I love you my little churro."