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pennymaykittensworld · 7 months ago

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Hi welcome to my blog! I'm penny may. I'm a 25 year old woman of transgender experience. I can be a bit harsh, irrational and get irritated extremely easy. So be patient and if I offend you I'm sorry. Now that you know little about me, I have some rules for my blog. I'm sorry if you don't like that but that's the way it is. Please do not ask me for free pics. I'm happy to sell content to anyone. You can pay just like everyone else. Do not tell me what to post. This is my blog, I'll post what I want. That means I'm not going to post overly explicit content. I've been threatened by staff to many times. I'm on thin ice and I don't want to get canned. Umm feel free to dm me, tho keep in mind I get a lot of messages. It takes time to answer. Sometimes I just don't feel like it But I’ll try. If you don’t want to chat please don't send a dick pic. I'll block you.

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sexypennymaykitten · 4 months ago

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⚠️Warning ⚠️

I am inundated daily by scam pages - fake, and cloned accounts. Even if they have a blue checkmark, remember it is only an official checkmark by Tumblr if is to the RIGHT of the name on the page.

Also beware of anyone complimenting you or your profile and asking you to add them as a friend.

Thanks for your help.

my Dropbox includes 💾📽️

•

• topless content

• lots of booty

• feet

• discounted full nude PPVs (including explicit b/g and solo content)

• Watch me cum!!

• dildo riding

• fleshlights

• butt plugs

• cock rings near daily uploads, either on my

blog messaging

customs

I do not do customs at this time!

Maybe in the future!

A Disclaimer!

ALL my content is owned by myself and DCA protected. You do not have permission to download, reproduce, or distribute my media or messages.

Failure to comply may result in legal action and tines

If you see any other blog it's not me l only have this accounts.

My other account was hacked.

I can't stress this enough.

DO NOT REPORT OR LABEL MY CONTENT. IF YOU DON'T WANT TO SEE IT BLOCK ME.

Under 18

Chasers

Religion of any kind

If you have a fetish please keep it to yourself. Unless you've asked and we're both in agreement to talk about it. If not please keep it off my blog.

And lastly I reserve the right to block anyone I want for any reason. I don't give warnings.

For those of you that made it this far thank you.

Please enjoy my content!

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httpuckdrop · 16 days ago

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ashes – day 101

"i can't believe you, jack."

several weeks had passed since you last saw him. it had taken you a few days to even answer his texts; you refused to reply whenever he brought up this thing going on between you two or wanted to meet you, but you felt too guilty not to answer him when he asked how you were doing and how school was going. you knew he genuinely cared for you, and even if you wanted to just disappear into thin air, you felt too bad to do it.

you told him when you aced your recent exam, and he told you about how bad his games had gone. the conversations were never long, nor filled with much emotion, but at least it was something to jack. he missed you like crazy, and of course you missed him, too. and you felt horrible for pulling away, but this was how it had to be.

it hurt so much – but that pain was nowhere near what you felt when you got sent that video yesterday.

a video filmed by a friend of yours at a night club in town, of a girl and a boy dancing – well, of a girl rubbing her ass up against a boy's crotch, with the boy's hands on her hips holding her close. when the video zoomed in, and the couple turned around a little, the face of the boy was suddenly clear as day.

of course it was jack, and of course he looked like he was having the time of his life. of course you'd never even seen this girl before, and of course she looked hotter than supermodel.

you never before thought you'd be capable of yelling at him. you usually were never one to raise your voice, and jack was such a kindhearted soul that even when you'd had little arguments before, everything had always been calm. but now, it was all just too much, and all of your emotions from the past months – screw that, years – came crashing down at once.

jack leaned back against the counter behind him, his hands digging deep into his pockets. "what is it you can't believe? why are you so worked up over this?" he asked. "i'm not even your boyfriend."

you shook your head. "still, jack. it hurts. we spend so much time together, we kiss and we fuck and-"

"and i'm still not your boyfriend!" he exclaims at this, followed by a groan. "i'm sorry if i sound harsh, but it's the truth, isn't it? besides, you haven't wanted to see me in weeks. don't go around acting like i can't do what i want to do."

you paused, having no idea what to answer. he was right, you knew he was – so why was it so painful?

jack spoke up again. "i think it's great that it hurts, because it shows that you care." your eyebrows shot up. "i want you to care. because i care about you." he stepped forward to where you were sitting on the chair by his kitchen island; a big, warm hand landing on your shoulder. "you know i what more than what he had. i want to be your boyfriend, there's never been a doubt in my mind about that."

you looked down at your feet dangling past the footrest, a deep sigh leaving your lips. "i… i can't."

"please, just give me a chance. i won't disappoint you."

you never thought you'd have someone like jack hughes – the tall, rough, muscular sports type of man – holding you by your shoulders and begging for you to love him. maybe that was a part of why you felt this way? because it all felt too surreal, too good to be true? because you knew there was something else lurking in the shadows?

"it doesn't work like that." moments ago, you were practically bursting with emotions, yelling at him and cursing him out in your mind. but now, you felt empty. your voice was so quiet he could barely hear you. "i've been with guys who made promises to me, who still hurt me and broke me, and-"

jack couldn't help but cut you off again. "but none of those guys were me! haven't i proved to you what kind of man i am?" he sighs – he's worked up, too, but he tries his best not to let his feelings take over. "it doesn't make any sense."

it wasn't until his hand landed on your cheek and he tilted your face up to look at him that you snapped. "i know it doesn't make any sense, and i know it's not rational, but it's who i am." a tear slipped down your cheek before you could even register that your eyes had started welling up. "i'm sorry but i can't control it, and i hate it. i hate how every time i get close to someone, i pull away. i hate how every time you look at me with that lovestruck expression, i feel like i don't deserve it. i hate…"

jack's thumb brushed away a few of your tears and traced along your features, and the action had you falling even further apart.

"i want to do it. i want to just dive straight into it, head first," you took a deep breath. "but it's so scary."

"well, shit, i'm scared too! it's not like i'm some super experienced relationship expert. but we'll have each other." now his other hand reached for your face too, cradling you as he stared deep into your soul. it was like he wanted to convince you, like he wanted to prove to you that everything will be fine.

but despite all of his efforts, you still couldn't find it in yourself to promise him anything. you weren't sure if you could stay true to your word if you said that you could give him what he needed, what he wanted, what he deserved. "jack, i-" the pain crashed through your body in yet another heartbreaking wave as you pulled your face away, slipping out of his grasp. "i can't."

he didn't bother following after you when you retreated to the hallway; he knew it was to no avail. he hadn't moved a single inch when you looked back into the kitchen after having slipped into your coat and shoes, and you couldn't find it in your heart to say anything. no apologize or consolation could be enough to soothe the burning sensation in his chest.

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princesayumi4k · 7 months ago

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.P.S. Y/N is a girl in this story, sorry men :(

I would like to note that this story has...

Secret Relationship

Swearing/Cussing/Cursing

NFSW topics (such as sex.)

Threats containing death and suicide.

You and Tenya have been dating for a while, exactly 6 months.

YOU = PINK

TENYA = BLUE

OTHERS = ORANGE

6 months ago was a wild ride, I mean, you (Y/N) were getting over a harsh relationship with ? who left you thinking you couldn't love again. Of course, Tenya comes in (best friends at the time) and you could finish that story.

Well anyhow, you two didn't want everyone to know - especially the Bakusquad. You both only told Ochaco, Tsuyu and Izuku which the secret was safe with.

You shared a dorm room with Katsuki, which was quite scary since he would always barge into your room without knocking - but for some reason he got mad at you when you didn't knock on his door? Odd guy, Katsuki really is odd even though he keeps this "I'm a badass" attitude.

Tenya usually lets you come to his dorm room, which he shares with Tsuyu - so that was okay for you to come over. Except for the one time you almost got caught losing your virginity.

But the one night Tenya insists to come over, Katsuki stops him in the doorway - Katsuki was going out while Tenya was going in.

"What are you doing here, four eyes? It's like 7." Katsuki asked, looking Tenya up and down.

"But, it's 6:30?" Tenya replied.

"Of course you'd know that, smartass. Why are you here anyways? We don't even talk-" Katsuki then paused and started growing a smirk. "You're here to see Y/N, aren't you?"

"What?! No, that's crazy...why would you even think that?" Tenya said awkwardly, chuckling nervously.

"Come on, glasses. Stop playing dumb, I know you're here to see Y/N."

"Fine, I am. But what's it to you?"

"It's kind of odd, no?" Katsuki laughed, looking Tenya up and down once more, leaning against the doorframe.

"Me and Y/N's actions behind their door is none of your business, Katsuki."

"Oh? I never said anything about that, glasses. That kind of intrigues me. Are you planning something?"

"Just be quiet Katsuki, this isn't any of your business anyways." He sighed, fixing his glasses by pushing them up on his nose bridge.

"Maybe it isn't," Katsuki began, "But Y/N is my dorm mate. So whatever their business is, I also have the right to know. Especially if someone is over."

"Okay, well me and Y/N's relationship isn't any of your business."

"Mmkayyy. I'll find out sooner or later, four eyes."

Tenya rolled his eyes when Katsuki assured he'd find out - he couldn't find out until you two became public about your relationship.

He made his way to your room, knocking.

You let him in by calling, "Come in!"

"Yeah, I'll be doing that later." Tenya sighed, "I didn't know Katsuki was your roommate. He's more obnoxious than in class when he's at home."

"You're acting like I don't know that." You rolled your eyes.

"I missed you." Tenya muttered, kicking off his shoes and climbing into your bed, beside you. "Have you been studying?"

"Hell no." You grunted, "The tests are in a month, Ten."

"So? Darling, studying is important."

"I know that. But a month before is a bit outrageous."

"Fine..." Tenya breathed, nuzzling himself into your shoulder.

"Are you alright?" You asked.

He nods into your shoulder, raising his head and kissing your neck softly.

"Tenya...there's no way you're alright. You're never this clingy..."

"I can't love you?"

"Now now...I never said that, Tens. Don't twist my words."

He raised his head and scooted himself up, kissing your lips.

"I need it."

"Need what?"

"You." You've never heard Tenya's voice so...possessive? Tenya didn't mind sex. But he didn't love it, especially because he felt awful for making you scream. But he has never been so sexual.

"Tens..." You mumbled.

"Mmph...you know love, I've been missing out on my studies as well."

"Wow, what a rebel." You said sarcastically.

"Shush."

"You know I'm joking."

"You're being stubborn."

"Damn, this might be opposite day. You're in heat and I'm the stubborn one."

"Yeah, well...I've been missing my studies to learn other things."

"As in?"

"How to finger you right."

"What..?" You asked softly, did you hear him correct? To finger you...right?

"I know you're pleased when I finger you, but I don't know much about female genitalia...so, I wanted to learn things like where some parts are."

"Did you see pictures?!"

"Only a drawing or two, but relax. They don't look as good as yours."

"Well, what did you learn?"

"Where a clitoris is, and how to hit good spots."

"Tens!"

"What?"

"Never mind." You mumbled, clearly flustered but grateful he learned to make you happy.

"Well...may I try?"

"Fingering me?"

"If you're alright with it."

"I...fine."

"You're sure?"

"Yes, Tens."

"You don't look very sure."

"I promise, I'm sure."

"Okay darling." He said softly, fixing his glasses before parting your legs and kissing you softer than his words. "If it hurts...tell me. Please."

"Okay."

And so he lowered your pants, looking at you for confirmation before taking them off completely. He then rubbed your clit while whispering praise in your ear - rubbing gently through your panties. He started kissing you (with tongue) while rubbing faster and a bit more roughly.

"Fuck..." He breathed heavily from the kissing, he lowered his hand in your panties to feel your wet pussy. "You're so wet...it's sloppy-wet..."

"Sorry..."

"Don't be." He said before taking off his glasses and laying them on the dresser beside your bed, he put his head in between your legs as he started spitting through your panties and licking through them.

"Tens..." You moaned, trying to be quiet so Katsuki wouldn't hear, your pussy was twitching and throbbing, your legs were trembling as you held his head closer to your pussy. He then started sliding off your panties, revealing your pussy, dripping with your cum.

"Oh god..." He gasped. He slowly started suckling on your clit as he brought a finger to your pussy and stuck it in slowly, this made your head jerk back along with moaning loud. He then stopped suckling, fingering you and hitting all the right spots. He made you close to your release, fingering you fast as he dirty talked you, still praising you at the same time. Since Tenya was nicely manicured he wasn't awful at fingering, but hot fingers are a bit thick, so it hurts sometimes. - He pulled out his finger as soon as you were close to cumming. "Ah-ah." He said, getting close to your ear. "You're saving your cum for my dick." He whispered, then unzipping and unbuttoning his pants, rubbing his bulge through his boxers in your dripping wet pussy. You never knew Tenya could be this dirty, especially with you. But, he felt your wetness soak into his boxers, before he revealed his cock that was clearly more trimmed, barely any hair. There was also some precum already dripping from his dick. "You haven't even started suckling on me, dear. And I'm already dripping, do you see what you do to me?" He whispered, before pulling his pants and boxers down further, pressing against your pussy's entrance, you gasp-moaned and he shushed you with his finger and a small "Shhh..." Right as he started pounding into you, whispering compliments to you and praise. "Take it baby..." He moaned softly, almost like a whimper. He started whimpering right as he was about to cum, pounding faster and harder, sweating a bit and going super fast before he released his seed, collapsing on your chest.

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tkaulitzlvr · 1 year ago

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THE WRONG WAY - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: tom hasn’t been paying you enough attention lately, and, when you finally snap, he can’t understand where you are coming from, until you reach your breaking point. can the issues between you and him be resolved?

content: angst

a/n: pulled this out of my ass lol, i had to rush it because i’m in the middle of another req but it’s nowhere near done after like three hours of writing so i’ll have to finish and post it tomorrow. sorry if there are mistakes, i only proofread veryyy briefly cause i’m so tired rn😭 hope this is okay tho!!

"you don't love me."

i voice the harsh words to the silent room, clearly and with every sense of belief behind my statement. to my discomfort, saying it out loud does not make me feel any more at ease, in fact seeing the way tom’s entire body breaks for a second, processing what i had just said, before trying to cover the hurt on his face up, only suffocates me even more. the lump in my throat only gets bigger, the tension in the air thickening by the second.

"wow." he begins, shaking his head, trying to wrap his head around how i could even come to that conclusion. "that’s an awful accusation." he glances at me, his eyes already glossy, giving me enough of an idea on how much i have hurt him by uttering those four words. however i stick to it, figuring that it is too late to back out now. within me, behind all the anger, all the upset, i feel that it is true. i sense that he no longer feels the same way he did when he met me, all those years ago, the love within his eyes slowly diminishing until it is now long gone.

"and also." he speaks, leaning forward and looking directly into my eyes, staying in his position spread on the end of the other couch. "it's not true. you know it isn't."

the pressure of his gaze leaves me unable to hold eye contact with him, looking away sheepishly into my lap, hoping that somehow the ground could swallow me up. i grit my teeth, locking my jaw in anger, feeling no reassurance from his quick denial of my statement. so i decide to challenge him, standing my ground despite the nausea only growing within me. though his voice seems somewhat certain, i refuse to believe that i am making it up, that it is all in my head. "do i though tom?"

my eyes meet his, except the ones looking into me are foreign. they are angry, a glint of hostility present within them that i had not yet witnessed, this change taking me aback, yet i refuse to look away. he is sad. those eyes, past the resentment in them, i see pain. i see sorrow. i have upset him, far beyond what he intends to let out. he is usually strong, and perhaps right now he thinks that he is keeping this up, yet i can read him like a book, the way his left brow furrows, creating a crease along his forehead, the way his eyes cannot focus on one thing, darting around the room, i can see that he is struggling. and whilst part of me hurts with him, hating to put him through any sort of distress, i need it right now. because i am tired of feeling unloved and unappreciated - regardless of whether tom intends to make me feel this way or not.

he shakes his head, scoffing slightly in disbelief, letting out a shaky sigh, before speaking up, his voice loud, in contrast to the silent room. "what, so i've been lying every single time i’ve told you that i love you, over the past six years that we've been together? mind you, i say that every day, without fail."

i stay silent, my eyes becoming glossy as they quickly tear away from his. he takes my silence as a cue to continue, my sudden belief that he does not love me angering him as he desperately seeks to remind me of every reason why i am in the wrong. "don't i do everything for you? make sure that you're always safe, give you my everything-"

"give me your money, you mean." i reply, cutting him off. i don’t want to seem ungrateful - i appreciate the way tom would spend any amount of money on me if it made me happy. i am thankful for the house he has given me, the vacations he takes me on, the things he buys me, but those things are not the reasons why i fell in love with him. i fell for tom kaulitz. not his money, not his fame, not his profession. i fell for who he is, for him as a person, whether he is rich or poor, yet it feels that day by day i lose a small part of that. i have always understood that his job means that he will be away a lot, but it is hard to be in a relationship with someone that can't always be there, only their fortunes can.

"i’m grateful for what you do for me, really i am, but i'd much rather have time with you than the latest gucci bag, or the newest chanel perfume. if it meant that i would have to live with nothing for the rest of my life, i would do it. don't you understand? i want you - not your money tom! i don't need you to apologise with gifts when i don’t see you all day, i just...i need you." i am desperate, craving for him to hear me out, to understand that it is him that i need, but the way he looks at me in confusion shows me that i am not going to achieve that.

"i thought you liked the things i buy for you. have you been lying?" he completely ignores the point that i have been trying to make, this only fuelling the frustration within me as i exhale shakily, quickly grasping onto the opportunity to argue my point once again.

"i do but that's not the point tom! i like them because i feel like it's all i get from you!" my voice is raising, something which i did not want to happen. shouting never solves the problem, however right now i am far too angry to care. "i just want some of your time, to feel like you actually care! when you're with me, you're here physically, but your mind is always elsewhere. i just miss you. i need to you be mine again, i-"

"look, i’m sorry okay?" he begins, harshly cutting me off and matching the volume in my voice. "i'm sorry that my job is more demanding than others, i’m sorry that it needs a lot of my attention, but i told you this from the beginning. my career is a big part of who i am and things aren't always easy. they get hard, they get tough, but-"

"that's my problem! when things get hard for you, i don't fucking know about it! because you shut me out, every. single. time. i'm your girlfriend, tom. i want to know about your life, i want to help you, but you always run away from me! you spoil me with gifts and money to compensate for every fucking time you leave me in the dark! i don't want it anymore. i just want you to communicate!" i move from the couch, walking to the middle of the room and standing a few feet away from him. his eyes are glued to me, watching my every step, and he is listening to me this time. "am i such a headache to be around, that you can't talk to me? that you can't deal with spending time with me, so instead you spend your money to try and shut me up, because you have so much that no matter what you buy, it doesn't affect you?"

"don't." he voices shakily as i stare into his eyes, his expression more wounded than ever. my words stab into him, hitting him harder than i had anticipated. his fists clench against his thighs, holding every ounce of frustration. though we have argued in the past, i have never seen him this upset, regardless of whether he intends to show it visibly or not. "you know that i don't think of you that way, even for a second. so stop."

"you can't blame me for thinking it tom." i shrug. "you leave me out of everything, i have no idea what's going on in your life anymore-"

“because i'm trying to fucking protect you!" he interrupts, raising his voice once again. his hand slams against the arm of the couch, the sudden contact causing me to wince slightly. "i'm sorry if you feel like i'm hiding things from you. but i know parts of my life would just stress you out and hurt you. don't you get that? i'm trying to save you from the pain-"

"i want the fucking pain!" i fire back. "we are supposed to be in a relationship. do you know what that means? i want to suffer with you. i would choose that, a million times over, if it meant that i could be with you for another day. i want every part of you, the sad, the happy, the angry, i want it all. can't you see that i need you? i hate being left in the dark. i absolutely fucking hate it.”

my voice pierces through his ears, diminishing the tense silence as tom gulps, clenching his jaw and leaning forwards, pinching his nose with his thumb and pointer finger. the rash and quick responses don’t allow me time to calm down, my eyes becoming glossy with tears, the salty liquid staining my cheeks before i can try to hold them back, my weakness just as evident as tom’s. the pain, the upset, the lack of affection that have been feeling all spills out, reeling outwards from within me as i let it out, no longer attempting to hold back.

he looks up, his face softening as he takes in my hurt expression. he has never seen me like this, so broken, and the fact that he is the cause of this pains him even more, his mind coming to the slow realisation that it is up to him to fix this. although he doesn’t fully understand how i could possibly believe that he does not love me, he wants to try, to try and see from my eyes. he lets out a shaky sigh, swallowing nervously before looking into my eyes.

"i would rather feel the sadness, suffer with you." i begin, my voice small as the tears quickly take away my physical strength. "i would do absolutely anything if it means that you will love me, that you will do it with me, tom."

"i don't live a normal life, and i just want to keep you away from the crazy things." he speaks slowly, trying to reason with me, refusing to turn his gaze away from mine. "some people want to hurt me, and i would never forgive myself if someone ever did anything to harm you."

i try to wipe my tears and calm my breathing, wrapping my arms around my small frame in an attempt to comfort myself, quickly becoming overwhelmed with the situation. but my mind acknowledges tom’s change in tone. not only is he more gentle and calm, he also seems sorry, like he now recognises where he went wrong.

"what do you want me to do?" he whispers, defeated as his tired eyes meet mine. he is no longer angry. he is desperate, longing to resolve this. "i'll do anything. i- i can't lose you. you're my world, schatz, and i'm sorry if i haven't shown it, but you are everything to me."

though there are millions of things i could say, i stay silent, standing still across the room. my heart clenches painfully, hurting at the sight of him so distraught, as his mind considers the dreaded idea of what losing me would be like. his world is crumbling before him, the one thing he seeks to protect seeming to slip through his fingers. i have never seen him like this, so vulnerable, so desperate, and whilst it comforts me to know that he is slowly letting down the walls that have prevented me from truly being with him, it saddens me to see him in such a distraught state.

"all i've ever wanted is to keep you safe. to keep you happy, liebe, because if you're happy then so am i. but you deserve more than this." he points to himself angrily, letting out a shaky sigh. "more than this fucking idiot, who doesn't even know how to love. i’m so sorry if i've done it the wrong way and made you feel like i don't care. because you shouldn't for a second think that i don't love you."

everything that i have been craving to see is happening in front of me. i have longed to see him open up, to break down the barriers that separate us both physically and mentally. i don’t want him to be strong all the time, and it hurts that he feels he has to be. the tears fall from my bloodshot eyes once again - this time out of sadness for him. i hurt with him, hating to see him so upset, but i understand his pain, his anger, and i feel every emotion along with him. for the first time in forever, i feel connected with him.

after a few moments of silence, he stands up, slowly walking towards me. i refuse to meet his gaze, fearing that i will break down once again i realise how hurt he truly is, and looking into his eyes will certainly display every emotion amongst his beautiful features. his hand brushes tenderly against my cheek, wiping a fresh tear that had fallen. he reaches towards my chin, using his pointer finger to angle my face upwards so it meets with his eyes. he towers over me, taking in the sorrow etched upon my face, before tucking the loose strands of hair behind my ears, gently caressing my cheek with his lips slightly parted, shaky breaths escaping from them.

"please, look at me." he whispers, gazing longingly into my eyes. i comply, shifting my own eyes to the deep brown ones in front of me. they are full of adoration, and i feel the man that i fell in love with slowly coming back to me. "i love you, so so much, please believe me schatz. you are the most important person in my life, and i am so sorry that i've made you feel the opposite way." he chokes up, his voice shaky as i can tell he is on the verge of tears.

i listen to him, allowing every word to sink in, as it is now no longer hard to trust what he says. i feel what i have been desperate to - love. i feel truly appreciated, like i am able to confide in him like i once could. though frustrated it took the both of us to get to this state to make him speak his mind, i appreciate him opening up, his apology making up for the lost time. there is no shame in being fragile, and through his entire conversation, we have both learned this, a new found appreciation for each other gained as i feel safe again.

"don't feel like you have to keep things to yourself. i’m your girlfriend, i'm supposed to be here for you, and i'll gladly do it, but you have to talk to me." i respond, lacing my hand with his. a soft smile spreads across his face, contrasting with his bloodshot eyes whilst he slowly nods.

"i hear you. i’m so sorry baby. i love you." he whispers, pulling me into a tight hug as his hands lace together around my waist. he lets out a sob onto my shoulder, my heart breaking at the sound. he clutches onto me tighter as if i may slip away, my own eyes tearing up once again. it has been a while since i felt like this. i feel loved, and it is all that i have ever wanted from the start.

he slowly pulls away, resting his forehead against mine and looking into my eyes through his eyelashes. after a few seconds, he leans inwards, until his lips touch mine. the kiss is gentle, carrying every promise to love and cherish me like he has failed to do, and i gladly accept it, kissing back quickly and wrapping my arms around his neck. he pulls away, planting a few pecks on my lips once again, his breath shaky as the remnants of tears stick to his cheeks. i slowly wipe them away, not breaking eye contact as i do so, gently caressing the soft skin until any trace of sadness is lost within our newfound love for each other.

a soft smile graces his lips, failing to wither as he kisses me once again, the same amount of passion as the last, making up for the lost affection as i feel more treasured than ever. this is all I have ever wanted, to feel like he cares, and now that i am feeling his affection, my mind is oozing with contentment, the feeling almost foreign it has been so long.

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The tiny problems- 141

Based on a request:

I've had this brain worm for the last 2 weeks and I cant get it out. Do you think you could write something with Cod G/t? I'm thinking like a fic with a tiny!y/n, ghost, soap and gaz and giant!price. Maybe something like Price finding little borrowers in his office taking things off his desk? Thank you sm! I love your writing so much!! P.s. I might be sending this same cod g/t kind of prompt to other authors as well. I WILL BE CHANGING THE PROMPT! I just want to see everyone's take on cod g/t. So if you're uncomfortable with multiple authors also writing something maybe similar to this, I understand and you can just ignore this. Thank you🩷🩷 ---- GN!Reader, tiny/giant au, tiny!RN, tiny!Soap, tiny!Gaz, tiny!Ghost, gentle giant!Price, fluff, platonic!relationship ----

A/N: I Fell in love with this idea so…here I am

It is unique, to be Price and live in a comfortable home and have his kind of problems. He lived alone, far from society, and in the woods, it was cosy. Cosy cabin, with delicious food, and a nice fireplace. What more could a man his height need?

Every day, he would sit on his desk, and read the local newspaper and some books. He would laugh or shake his head when he would read some paragraph. Little did he know, he had some of the cutest and tiniest infestations in his home. Ghost, Gaz, Soap and R/N, tiny humans that live in the woods and who have found a home in the Giant Man's home, Price. As the day went on for John, he noticed a few things move around his home. His coffee mug, reading glasses and bonnie hat, all moved around his home.

At night, he heard something move and he rushed to look around his home for any intruder. And then he saw it, his hat moved across his desk and a little foot could still be seen. He sighs, a baseball bat in hand, he lifts the hat and the four tiny humans scream. Price is about to swing the bat when he puts it down, "What the hell-?" he kneels and looks at the tiny humans on his desk. Soap has R/N hidden behind him, Ghost guarding Gaz. "What are you doing here?" Price asks softly. "We needed shelter for the winter." Ghost responds.

"Shelter?"

"Yes, the winter is coming and our home was ruined." Soap says.

"hm, and you have been without a home so…you came to mine?"

"Yes and we are sorry for not saying a word but we didn't expect a.. well-" Ghost replies.

"Giant?"

"Yes, a giant like yourself to live here," Gaz says

"Who is the other little one?" Price asks about you.

"Oh this is R/N, they are a little shy."

From behind Soap, you wave at Price. "Look, you all look old enough to be adults, so we'll make a deal, I let you live here as long as you don't go moving my stuff around or disturbing my peace."

"You got a deal," Ghost took his hand out, Price confused gave his index finger to shake hands with Ghost. "So, what are all of your names?" "I'm Ghost, this is Gaz, Soap and R/N." "Right, well, good night." Price walks back out, probably thinking this was just some weird dream after eating that soup for dinner.

By morning, he woke up to the smell of wood burning and after a rush to the fireplace, he found the four tiny humans all cuddled together near a small fire. He sighs and goes to his room for something to cover them all up with. After looking through clean laundry, he finds an old scarf, which he then places on you all and sighs. He cooked breakfast, went out of his way served a small plate for the four humans to share and then whistled. Soap being the first to get startled wakes the others up. "Oi, I made breakfast, you either come or I give it to the dog." And just like that, he found himself helping the four tiny humans to the table.

Days turned to weeks and months. Price eventually stopped rolling his eyes at Soap's jokes or Gaz's questions and soon found himself making little chairs, spoons, plates, beds, and ladders. He dedicated a room all to the four humans who brought purpose to his life once more. As the harsh January winter arrives, he finds that his little companions begin to sleep in his bed. When asked, R/N responded, "You bring us some comfort and…your bed is the cosiest and warmest of all."

These little friends he created became his lifeline, if he was sick, if he was tired, sad, happy, or emotional, they were there for him and him for them. Soon enough, when Spring arrives, Price lets them know it is okay to stay, that they have become a part of his daily life and he would enjoy their company all year round and when he says it, Ghost appears with an offering.

A handmade scarf, made from the tiny hands of his tiny and funny friends. Now, as he finds new things he is passionate about, he also finds new things to love about the world around him. For example, he loves that now, he doesn't have an empty home, there are people he can finally talk to and even though his problems seem different to theirs, the problems all seem to be equal in some ways.

Tiny problems, now becoming his reason to smile and laugh and even the very reason why he finds himself learning how to cook and wrap birthday or Christmas gifts. In this world, there are many problems and sometimes, if John knows he is looking too deep into them, he can take a step back and look at his four favourite tiny problems.

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maeumi & me - ch 29 : outrageous conclusions

a/n : the wait is finally over y'all!! i'm so sorry ik it's been almost a year since i updated this sgtsbdkdks. make sure to go read the previous chapter(s) as a recap since it's been so long :3

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Jungwon hadn’t been home when you had gone over in the morning to see Maeumi. You were a little disappointed, because you’d been looking forward to your usual weekend routine – taking Maeumi to the dog park together and watching him play while you both sat and talked at one of the benches. But more than the disappointment, worry had started to eat its way up your stomach – was he okay? Why had he left so abruptly the other day? Why hadn’t he contacted you since? And then you saw Jay’s tweets, and you were both relieved and concerned. Relieved that whatever it was, he wasn’t as bad off as your wild imaginations had proclaimed, and concerned because he did still seem upset nevertheless.

Now you stand in front of his door, uncertain.

What exactly are you gonna say or do when you don’t even know what the problem is? You kind of just showed up here without much of a plan. Sure you could ask him, but you don’t wanna push if he’d rather not talk about it. And how will you even know if he just wants to be left alone? He’d probably be too polite to say so. Ah, whatever. You’re here already, you might as well try. You take a deep breath and ring the doorbell.

Jungwon’s eyes widen in surprise for just a second before quickly reverting to implacable indifference. “Did you leave something?” he asks in a stiff voice, looking back into the house as if to check, but not really checking. Huh. Very subtle why are you here. You’re not used to him being like this.

“Umm no, I came to see how you were doing?” you reply, slightly offended.

He looks past you at the lamppost outside. “I'm fine.”

“O. . . kay.” You stand there awkwardly, not really sure you should do this anymore. You study his face as he keeps his eyes fixedly on the spot behind you to avoid meeting yours. Maeumi comes out to greet you then and you scoop him up, eager to dispel the awkwardness. At least someone's happy to see me, you think. Then you remind yourself why you're here. Maybe he's just feeling grumpy because he's in a bad mood; you probably shouldn't take it personally.

You let Maeumi down after giving him a few scratches and clear your throat. “You don’t seem fine, Won,” you start again, reaching out and taking his hand. “I mean you left kind of abruptly the other day and you haven't responded to any of my calls or texts . . . Whatever it is, you know you can talk to me right?”

He clenches his jaw. God, you’re making this so much harder for him. It feels so painfully good to have his hand in yours. He wants to lace his fingers with yours but instead he pulls away – you can't keep doing this. “You don't have to do this anymore.”

“Do what?” you demand, trying not to think about how it stung to have him snatch his hand away from yours.

He finally looks you in the eye, a mix of resignation and determination in them. He knows that if he wants to get this over with as soon as possible he has to be firm and harsh, like ripping off a bandaid. There's no other way. He can't let this continue. He has to set clear boundaries. “Look, I don't know if you're doing it on purpose or if I have just horribly misunderstood everything and deluded myself into some fantasyworld and if it's the latter I apologise for all that I've said and done when I was under the impression that you liked me too. But if you did do it all on purpose out of some twisted sense of gratitude because you feel like you owe me or some shit or for fear that I wouldn't take as good care of Maeumi as I have been until now if you didn't reciprocate my feelings then rest assured that I am not that kind of a person. I will continue to take good care of him for your three years of university like I promised so please, you can stop pretending you like me.”

What . . . the actual fuck? You're so confused at first that it takes a few seconds for you to process what he just said. Your anger steadily rises as the words sink in. What exactly is he insinuating?

“Excuse me?” You glare at him, waiting for him to retract, say he was mistaken, anything, because you still can't quite wrap your head around all that you've just heard but he just returns your stare, unflinching. “Did you hit your head somewhere? Who fed you all this bullshit?”

“Bullshit? Fine, if that's what we're gonna call it. But you said it yourself so I don’t know what else to think,” he snaps, his icy stare still not leaving yours.

What the hell is he talking about? “Said what myself?”

“It doesn't matter.”

“Well I beg to dif–”

“I heard what you said to Heeseung the other day. That you don't like me. That you just feel bad because I’m sweet to you and take good care of Maeumi. That ring a bell?”

You go red in the face, partly from embarrassment - he heard that? - but mostly from rage. You most definitely did not say you felt bad for him although yes, you had said you didn't like him. But was it not obvious that you didn't mean it? Did the past few months mean nothing to him? You had almost kissed the night before for God's sake! And yet his immediate conclusion upon hearing it was what, that you had just faked it all for your own selfish gain? Shouldn't he have talked to you first before jumping to such outrageous conclusions?

You clench your teeth. “I lied to Heeseung.”

He blinks, his face going blank like he hadn't considered that. “What?” The determined look from earlier falters, replaced by a flicker of doubt.

“I said I lied,” you snap.

“And you expect me to believe that?”

“You know what Jungwon, I don't care what you choose to believe. Clearly coming here was a big mistake. But for what it's worth – not that it's any of your business listening in on us like that – yes I did lie then because maybe I just wasn't ready to admit the truth to him or to myself, you ever think about that? Maybe feelings are complicated, and maybe I was overwhelmed because I haven't ever felt so much for someone before, and maybe I needed some time to sit with it before going around proclaiming it to everyone. Of course, he ended up seeing right through me anyway but you know what? Now I'm not so sure it was a lie anymore. I can't believe that's what you thought of me after everything. I came here thinking that maybe you needed some help cheering up after seeing Jay's tweets but this has been very enlightening. Thank you, Yang Jungwon for this eye-opener.” With that, you whip around to leave. You're not quite sure what you're going to do about the Maeumi situation just yet but you'll figure that out later.

Jungwon stays frozen in his doorway for a few seconds watching your retreating back as the gears in his head turn. Well fuck this is BAD. Why did the possibility that you could have lied never cross his mind? I mean, all the signs did say you liked him too up until that point. God, you must think he's such an asshole and he can't even blame you.

“Y/n, wait!” He shuts the door behind him and runs after you.

You trudge on ahead without responding, still fuming.

“Y/n, please just hear me out!” Jungwon picks up his pace to catch up with you. He doesn't know what the hell he's going to say or how exactly he's going to fix this. All he knows is that he can't let you go like this.

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muzicgenerator · 1 year ago

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pls could u do a tom kaulitz angst? like he’s arguing w reader and mentions something he knows the reader doesn’t like bringing up, and he has to make it up to her, then it can turn into fluff <3

yep here it is!!

hope u like it and sorry for late reply T_T

(BRO OHHH MY GOD THE ORIGINAL STORYLINE DIDNT SAVE 😭😭😭 so i just made a new one which is this one AGHHH SO MAD RN btw i didnt proof read the entire thing)

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Atonement

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Pairing: Tom Kaulitz x Reader

Genre: a bit Angsty, Fluff

Warnings: None

Request Status: closed :(

✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎧✮ Last Night on Earth : Green Day

Playful bantering was one of the things you and Tom would do everyday in your relationship.

Sure, serious arguments would rise up which a simple kiss and genuine apology would quickly fix.

However those two won't do it right now.

"The hell do you mean I have trust issues?!"

"What?! It's true! Your ex cheated on you so you're scared to trust me; It's not like I'm gonna do what that guy did!"

Definitely, Tom shouldn't have brought your ex up who has no relation to this quarrel.

He knew how much of a prick he was to you and how he treated you; he even witnessed how devastated you were when you once came to him to seek comfort when you found out for the second time he had been cheating.

And he knew damn well you never wanna hear about the jerk ever again.

However, you did appreciate him admitting he wouldn't repeat the history you had with your past lover.

"The fuck, Tom? That bitch has no connection whatsoever about what we're fighting about right now.

And I saw the way you looked at her! It's like, if I didn't interrupt you both would've shared spits by then." enraged by what he said; you raised your voice to match his volume - which was unlike you since you're the composed one out of you two during serious arguments.

"Sorry but he kinda does! This issue you're having surely started with him. I remember the way you wasted your snot and tears on him and I dried it off.

And please stop being overdramatic, she's just a fan and I wanted to make sure she's happy. Not only with her; I mean with everyone of them!"

Tom tried hard to defend himself instead of admitting his wrongdoing.

"You are such an ass for bringing that shit up again when you know damn well your ass had issues too that I helped you get over with and all I've ever done was try my greatest to understand and care for you!

All I ever wanted was for you to stop looking at other people and look at me.. Am I asking for too much?" your voice whispered in offence and slightly croaked which made you resent yourself more.

Tom realized with wide eyes of what he had done,

"No, no of course not ____. No, look- I'm really sorry for what I said, I really am and-"

"Just shut the hell up, Tom. Save it, I don't wanna hear it right now." you harshly brushed past him to storm off to your apartment's bedroom in fear of hot tears falling down to your cheeks.

He sighed; ashamed in himself. Tom truly regrets letting those harsh and unnecessary words slip his blunt mouth. He knew he was better than this - definitely, he should control his mouth more and think about what he should say carefully during times like this.

The night spent alone in the bed you'd always share with Tom felt cruel.

Not for the reason he's not by your side; it's rather the fact that you're in bed without properly making up with him since you'd always forgive one another the same day.

A big part of you wanted to forgive him - believe that he truly didn't mean what he told you and only accidentally slipped because of the heat in the moment; that we all say things we don't mean when we're mad, and that he really wouldn't stab you on the back with a woman like your past lover did.

The smaller part of you scolded for being such an idiot; for believing a man would stay loyal - that you should call it off before he could do any further damage.

Honestly, you felt devastated just thinking about not being with him; so you eventually came into terms with yourself that the fire will settle down and you'll forgive him and he'll do better.

Don't know when it'll die down but it will. Hopefully soon.

Some relationships are worth fighting for, like you have with Tom.

Hence you will stay strong and prepare for many wars.

But tonight; you wanted and allowed yourself to fall asleep being upset and disappointed at Tom.

You'll let tomorrow do its thing.

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It was the next day and the back of your head was pounding alongside a stiff neck.

You sat up and glanced at the digital clock placed on your night table that read 11:37 AM.

After stretching your limbs out while reminiscing the night before; you decided it's time to wash your face and start making lunch for yourself.

When you turned the knob and pushed it open; you were greeted with the aroma of your favourite dish; one that was always served to you as a child when you still lived with your family - one that you shared its recipe and process with your lover.

"Tom?" you asked in disbelief. You were certain he had left since your ears picked up the sound of the front door being pushed open then close in the middle of the night.

Certainty assured your mind that you'd rather not see his face first thing in the morning after such a night. Boy, were you wrong.

Your lover turned his head quickly; unaware of your presence since he's so caught up finishing, as well as perfecting the dish.

"Oh- love, you're awake. I um.. made breakfast but you didn't get up and it's uh, it's almost time for lunch so I thought I'd make your favourite." he stumbled over his words; which is bizarre.

"The pancakes are on the table, you can eat them later as a snack."

You nodded your head with a tight lipped smile and mumbled a thanks before heading to the bathroom.

Once the door had shut; you quickly drowned your face with water to remove the image of Tom cooking without a shirt on.

It's not like it's the first time you've seen him like that; but the way you're reacting right now is how you feel when you catch him in these types of situations - preferably without the post-fight shit going.

After peeing, washing your hands, brushing your teeth washing and drying your face, and doing your skin care - you forced yourself to go back outside for you cannot stay in the bathroom forever.

When you opened and closed the baby blue painted door; your eyes wandered off to the table and drooled at the sight of the newly cooked meal.

Tom patted the seat beside him with a smile; gesturing you to sit beside him.

You had no choice but to join him for lunch; after all, you are starving.

Instead of giving in to his request, you sat in front of him.

Instead of painting a frown on his lips; he still kept his genuinely proud smile (from cooking such a delicious dish) and handed you your plate and utensils - to which you accepted.

"Let's eat?" Tom asked.

"I don't wanna eat without talking about last night." you said with a straight face.

The man in front of you softly breathed a sigh,

"You're right." he agreed with a nod

"I'll start by saying I'm really sorry, and I didn't mean what I said. I just want you to know I would never even dare to think about betraying you like that, and I was an ass for what I did." Tom seemed to look everywhere but your eyes.

He couldn't bring himself to look at your mesmerizing hues for he was certain his shredded heart would be turned into dust.

"I don't even know why I said those things, I- I know this sounds like bullshit but I swear I really don't mean those things and you're the only person who I have my eyes on.

Please give me another chance I- I'll be better now, promise!" he trailed off and fearfully continued;

"But y'know if uh.. if you don't and wanna call it o-"

"Shut up Tom we're not breaking up." you sighed

"I know you said those to defend what you did, and it slipped out because of the heat of the moment. We all say shit we don't mean when mad, I understand. But what I don't understand is why you'd caress her cheek and look into her eyes like that?" your eyes examined his facial expressions and only saw genuine regret on his face. You hoped he'd look at your eyes and tell you directly why.

Hence, before his ready mouth started to explain; you tell him, "Tom, look into my eyes, please."

You caught the way the ball of his throat bopped up and down; swallowing his saliva. His eyes slowly trailed up from the table to your chest, neck, chin, nose, then eyes.

"She said she'd been a fan since the very beginning of the band's debut. She loved all us a lot, especially me. I asked her if meeting us was a dream come true, she said yeah, and we talked a bit more. Then she asked me to touch her face because she really couldn't believe that it was all happening, which I did."

Tom would look away from the two windows of your soul for a second before meeting again.

He was replied with silence; which kind of scared him.

"____? Please say something."

"For God's sake Tom, why didn't you just start with that last night when I brought it up?"

Tom rapidly blinked once, twice, thrice, then for the fourth time. "... I must've forgot to bring it up because I was so caught up in the moment."

You laughed; a true one, "You mean too focused into bringing my ex up?"

He was speechless by how just a second ago you were dead ass serious, and now crying laughing at what you said.

"Sorry, I'm done laughing now." you giggled before continuing, "Fine, I'll forgive you if you tell me where you went last night."

"I went back to my apartment and did some thinking how to make it up to you and slept there. I went out really early to buy groceries so i can cook your favourite food here."

It was your turn to be speechless.

"...You seriously did that?" you asked with doubt in your voice.

"Yeah, I mean the proof is on the table." Tom chuckled.

You said nothing and finally dug into the 5 star looking meal, soon your lover did as well.

"Sooo, are we good?" Tom hopefully asked after sipping his water from the cylinder glass.

"I guess so." you blessed him with a small smile to which he returned with a big one.

Conversation flowed naturally between you as you ate the savoury food.

If Tom didn't make it as a famous guitarist, he'd definitely be a winner in Hell's Kitchen.

After Tom cleaned put the dishes to the sink; you insisted to wash it since he cooked. He declined numerous times but it wasn't going anywhere since you're more stubborn than him.

"All right, fine. Only if you let me hug you from behind." Tom made a deal.

"Pshh, why're you asking as if you don't do that whenever I do shit in the kitchen?"

Tom rolled his eyes with a smirk drawn on his lips as a reply and proceeded to snake his large hands to your waist; then pressing his chest to your back and resting his chin on the crown of your head.

Nothing could be heard other than the clanking of pans, plates, and utensils, along with the flow of the running water from the faucet.

The comfortable verbal silence and physical contact was very much needed after a fight.

After drying your hands with a cloth; you walked towards the couch and sat with your boyfriend still embracing you from behind.

"What do you wanna watch?" you turned your head to the side to look up at his face.

"Whatever you want, I'm fine with anything." Tom looked down to your eyes, then lips.

Slowly, he leaned his fave closer to yours so he could taste your lips.

Once contact had been made; you couldn't help but melt even more to his touch and wrap your arms around his neck - and he couldn't help but deepen the kiss and caress your waist and back.

Soon enough, the passionate kiss had come to an end to catch their breaths.

"I love you so much. You know that, right?" Tom stared into her hues as the tip of their noses touched.

You slowly nodded and brought your hands up to his hollow cheeks, "I love you more." you said before pulling his face closer to kiss each other's lips once again.

Tom mumbled in-between the kisses, "I love you the most, sweetheart." before deepening it. His tongue soon entered your mouth and both your hands rubbed and caressed your bodies.

The hot post-fight make out session would last as long as half the length of the movie you played in the middle of the session; playing Atonement for the millionth time from your entire life.

After pulling your mouths away due to your jaws hurting; you slept and cuddled like babies.

Feeling the safest in each other's arms.

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Hi welcome to my blog! I'm milandior . I'm a 31 year old woman of transgender experience. I can be a bit harsh, irrational and get irritated extremely easy. So be patient and if I offend you I'm sorry. Now that you know little about me, I have some rules for my blog. I'm sorry if you don't like that but that's the way it is. Please do not ask me for free pics. I'm happy to sell content to anyone. You can pay just like everyone else. Do not tell me what to post. This is my blog, I'll post what I want. That means I'm not going to post overly explicit content. I've been threatened by staff to many times. I'm on thin ice and I don't want to get canned. Umm feel free to dm me, tho keep in mind I get a lot of messages. It takes time to answer. Sometimes I just don't feel like it But I’ll try. If you don’t want to chat please don't send a dick pic. I'll block you.

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Nights in Vegas | CH. 3 (JJK FF)

☆ summary: When Olivia flies to Las Vegas for her first ever BTS concert w/ her best friend, she was expecting to make lots of unforgettable memories... What she wasn't expecting was to end up with the lead singer, Jeon Jungkook, knocking on her hotel room door only to find her in nothing but a towel. What will happen when the golden maknae wants to see her again? Will it lead to heartbreak, or a promising future for them both?

☆ pairing(s): jungkook x olivia.

☆ ratings: (18+) for detailed sex scenes + harsh language.

☆ genre: smut, angst, fluff.

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"Oh my gosh that lunch was so good! I'm officially stuffed and ready to go take a nap."

"Yeah, I could go for a nap myself. This has been the longest day ever." Lacie replied while yawning.

We originally wanted to go shopping, but decided to wait another day since the jet lag is hitting us both hard.

. . .

As we made our way upstairs, we were stunned to see 2 familiar faces sitting in the floor outside of our room. When they saw us, they both immediately stood up to greet us.

"Hey. Are you guys needing something? If this is about earlier, I am truly sorry again for everything." I stated, genuinely confused about their presence here.

Jungkook smirked. "No, actually everything is perfect. I was just wanting to see if I could talk to you for a second, Hyung is just here because he didn't want me to come alone."

Glancing over at Hobi, he sent me a soft smile as he approached us. "You guys go inside and talk privately. I'll wait out here with your friend." He smiled as he looked over at Lacie who simply nodded her head in agreement.

We entered the room and once we were settled, he started to speak. "I'm sorry for showing up like this, but I have a few things I really wanted to say to you. I am going to get straight to the point or I will not be able to get through this without throwing up."

Taking a deep breath he continued, "I know we just met, but if you want me to be honest.. I have not been able to get you out of my head. I want to laugh, spend time with you, watch movies together.. whatever your heart desires. I've never been so interested in someone, especially an ARMY, until now."

I sat in silence, unable to speak.

"At the very least, I would really like to get to know you, hang out, and get to be a normal adult for once. If you don't want to though, I will absolutely respect your decision and not bother you with this again."

To say I am in shock would be a total understatement. Jungkook was literally standing in my hotel room, asking if I wanted to hang out and get to know each other better.

I'm honestly afraid this is all a dream and that I will be waking up any minute in utter disappointment.

He began getting anxious due to my silence, apologizing over and over again as he stood up making his way towards the door. I didn't want him to leave, so I stopped him by gently reaching out and grabbing his wrist. "No Jungkook, please wait. I didn't mean to be rude and not answer you, I am just processing all of this. You're literally my bias and one of my favorite singers of all time. I have adored BTS and have been apart of the ARMY for 6 years now, so to hear you say that you want to get to know me better and spend more time with me is all I've ever wanted. I am truly honored so please don't take this as me being ungrateful, I just don't understand something-"

He stepped closer to me, "Understand what? I'd be happy to explain whatever you need me to."

"Why me? You could be doing this with anyone you wanted, so I guess I'm having a hard time wrapping my head around what's so special about getting to know me?"

He stared at me with his big brown eyes and for a split second I thought I crossed a line, but suddenly he stepped even closer. "I don't want to spend time with anyone else though. I want to spend time with YOU and get to know YOU better. You're not like everyone else, I can tell that you're different and that's what makes me so curious. I mean, not once have you tried to attack me for pictures or not give me my space... it feels nice if you want me to be completely honest."

Well that's definitely a boost in my confidence. Out of everyone, he is choosing me.

He then interrupted my thoughts, "There is only one thing standing in our way though, you would have to sign a Non-Disclosure Agreement form (NDA). No one can know about this and we have to keep it a secret for your safety, as well as mine. Are you okay with that?"

I mean...What is the worst that could happen right? Plus, I would be spending my time in Las Vegas with Jeon Jungkook of BTS. How would any sane human being ever be able to pass this opportunity up?

"Yes, I am okay with all of this and can sign the NDA... but, I do have a favor to ask if you don't mind." I said smiling at him.

"Okay, what is your favor?"

"So my friend that is out there sitting with J-Hope is one of his biggest fans and she absolutely adores him. If he would be up for it and she would also agree to sign an NDA, could we all 4 hang out at together and let them get to spend time with each other too?"

I know Lacie is obsessed with J-Hope just as much as I am with Jungkook and she'd kill me if I didn't at least ask this question.

A huge smile stretched across his perfect face.

I chuckled. "Why are you smiling like that?"

"When we saw you both in the elevator earlier, he talked about your friend and how pretty he thought she was. I don't mind to bring it up, maybe he can see if Namjoon Hyung could do something for them as well."

I was ecstatic and without thinking, I snatched him into a tight hug. "Thank you so much. This is all she's ever wanted, and I truly appreciate you doing this for us."

Realizing what I just did, my eyes went wide as I slowly released him, taking a step back. "I'm so sorry, I just got excited and couldn't control it within the moment."

He smiled sweetly. "It's okay, I honestly liked your hug very much."

Blushing by his compliment, I put my head down to the floor and smiled. With a smile on his face he changed the subject as he got his phone out. "Do you want me to go ahead and text Namjoon so we can get the NDA's signed and out of the way?"

"Absolutely, I can sign it whenever they need me to."

"Oh and btw, I feel so silly for asking but I never did ask your name."

I smirked at him. "Wanting to get to know a girl before knowing her name, huh?"

He blushed at my teasing.

"My name is Olivia."

With the sweetest smile ever he replied. "Olivia, that's a very pretty name. It's nice to meet you officially, my name is Jungkook." He bowed to me and feeling the need to play along, I bowed back.

He then took out his phone, texting Namjoon that we were ready to sign the papers.

. . .

[Lacie's POV]

If you would have told me 5 months ago that I would be in Las Vegas, sitting in a hallway with my absolute favorite person in the entire universe.. I would think you were delusional.

The moment we were left alone, my heart was slamming against my chest, not knowing what to say. Luckily, he broke the ice and approached me with his hands in his pockets. "What's your name?"

I thought I was going to pass out, but somehow played it cool and didn't show the effect he had on me.

"Lacie."

He smiled his beautiful sunshine smile that could make even the meanest girl, fall to her knees.

"That's a nice name." He reached his hand out to me and once I grabbed it, we shook hands. "My name is Hobi, but you can call me J-Hope if that's what you prefer. I know you're an ARMY, but I didn't want to be rude and not properly introduce myself. It's nice to meet you, Lacie."

We sat against the wall, continuing our conversations with one another as our best friends were still gone.

"What do you think is happening in there?" He asked, motioning towards the door with his head.

"Honestly, I'm not sure - Hobi, can I ask you something?"

He simply nodded. "Does Jungkook really only want to spend time with her?"

Taken back by the boldness of my question, he quickly defended his friend. "Yes. I have never seen him like this with anyone. It's probably the sweetest thing I've ever witnessed and I hope he finds happiness with her."

I literally can't breathe anymore from how sweet this man is and how supportive he was of our friends being able to see each other. But I kept those thoughts to myself, shifting in my spot before replying. "Okay good. He better not hurt her, or you best believe I'll hurt him and that's a promise."

I flashed him a serious look showing that I meant business. He simply held his pinky out to me with a serious look, "I pinky promise that he's not just playing with her. Jungkook isn't like that and he genuinely just wants to get to know her and be able to feel closeness with someone other than the members. He's never been able to feel free or be a kid, BTS is basically all he's ever known."

Touched by his words , I wrapped my pinky around his and gave a small smile.

We sat staring at each other, pinkies locked, until the sound of the door opening filled the hallway.

. . .

[Hobi's POV]

In just these few minutes of talking to her, I've found that Lacie is down to earth, incredibly easy to talk to, and beyond beautiful. I think I'm starting to understand exactly how Jungkook feels, and honestly it's pretty intense.

As we sat in the hallway talking, it was some of the most fun I've ever had with someone other than the members. The part I find most enjoyable is that she wants to hear more about me as a person, not J-Hope the idol and no one could ever understand just how much that means.

A few more minutes had went by and soon enough, they came out of the room together. Lacie and I stood up as I walked over to them. "So, how did everything go in there?"

They smiled at each other then back to us. I could tell everything went amazing just by the look on Kook's face and instinctively pulled them into a hug. Once we pulled away, Olivia looked at me then to Lacie with a smug smile on her face.

"What is it?" Lacie asked curiously.

"Umm we kind of did something for you guys..."

They gave each other a smile as she motioned for Jungkook to continue. "I spoke with Namjoon, and was able to get an NDA for-" He paused looking at Olivia.

"Lacie."

"Ahh yes. Lacie. I was able to get an NDA for Lacie as well."

"What do you mean an NDA for me?"

Clearly loving her best friend's reaction, Olivia stepped up in front of her and explained. "So you and Hobi can spend time with one another too."

I think our reactions were exactly the same as we looked at one another then back to our best friends.

"She was the one who came up with the idea. I thought it was amazing, so I set it up with Namjoon. I hope you're not too mad Hyung." I could hear the obvious sarcasm in his voice as he winked at me.

He knew I thought this girl was beautiful and that I wanted to see her again. "Thank you both. I really appreciate that you would do something like that for us."

"Of course! It's not fair that only Jungkook and I get to have all the fun, right?" We giggled and after having a few more conversations, we exchanged numbers with one another and made plans to meet back up at dinner time to go out....

Little did we know that this was only the beginning of a night we will all never forget.

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smaptain-smerica · 1 year ago

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Sparrow

Part 1 - Little Bird

Pairing: Female!reader x Ghost x König

Summary: Sparrow partners up with soldiers Ghost and Soap on an intel gathering mission when the scars of her past get her into a dangerous situation. After being rescued by KorTac forces, she finds herself working along side them to ensure her freedom.

Maturity: depictions of violence and torture as well as harsh profanity will be written into this story. 16+ recommended

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Chapter 3

While you were getting ready for bed, a gentle knock sounded from the open doorway. You turned your head to be greeted by Soap, a lazy smirk on his face.

"Need something, Soap?" You asked, your eyes flicking to his bare chest for only a moment before returning to his eyes. Why were all these men excessively well muscled?

"Just wondering when my bedtime story was." His tone was teasing, though it implied he was taking more of a jab at Ghost than you. You chuckled and shook your head gently at the comment.

"Don't worry I was about to come tuck you in too." You joked, taking a seat on the end of your bed. Soap took that as his invitation to join you. Whether it was or not.

"I don't think I've seen Ghost warm up to someone as quickly as he has you."

You looked over at Soap, raising an eyebrow questioningly. He responded by lazily looking towards you while he began talking again. "Do you know how many people he has willingly fallen asleep next to?" Soap questioned.

You opened your mouth to answer but then closed it when you realized that you had no idea.

"Exactly." Soap chuckled gently. "Bastards known me for years and he still doesn't fall asleep until I do first."

"Why are you telling me this?" You questioned. It was a valid thing to ask. This was out of the blue for Soap. He hadn't tried to engage in any serious conversations. He mostly just spat witty banter right back at you.

"Just be nice to him. That poor bastard, he's been though literal hell and back. It'd be nice to see something good happen to him."

You thought for a moment about your conversation with him before. He told you how he hated looking at the scars. You wondered if the troubled past that Soap spoke about was related.

"Thanks, Soap." You looked up gratefully at the man. He responded by giving you a crooked smile and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. He pulled you into a side hug and squeezed you roughly. He took his knuckles and ruffled up your hair.

"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't growin' fond of ya, too."

"Alright, alright! I get it!" You laughed as you roughly shoved Soap off of you. He let out a Hearty belly laugh as he rolled off your bed and strolled for the door. He paused with half his body poking through the doorframe.

"I wouldn't mind a goodnight kiss with my tuck in tonight."

"Get out of here." You playfully shooed Soap away. He winked before disappearing back into the hallway.

The next morning you awoke and got ready for the day. Upon leaving your room, you noticed the blanket that you threw over Ghost's lap was neatly folded over the back of the couch.

When you entered the kitchen, Ghost was sitting at the table, back in his full tactical gear. He had the computer pulled up in front of him, working on something. He paused for a moment to rasp out; "Good morning."

"Good morning." You replied back to him, flipping open the cabinets for something to eat. Your eyes rested on some stale pop tarts and you reluctantly grabbed them.

Soap entered the door next, his mouth open wide in a dramatic yawn. "Don't you have any coffee here?" He asked.

You chuckled a little. "Sorry, coffee is a luxury item around here."

Soap grumbled a couple curse words before making his way to the fridge. He plucked out a beer and popped the cap off with his teeth.

"Bloody hell, it's 6 am mate." Ghost griped.

"Gotta get a pick-me-up from somewhere." Soap grunted as he sat down in the chair across from Ghost and threw his feet up on the table. "What's on the agenda today, Sparrow?"

Ghost smacked Soaps shoe with his hand, causing Soap to roll his eyes and put down his feet. You strolled over to the last empty chair and sat down.

"Not much. I need to go over some audio files to figure out where Saad and Ivan are meeting today then tap their cars. If you two want to stay here I can do this by myself." You explained. Since the accident, more often than not you worked alone. It had been a while since you had company on intel missions. It was nice though, having people to talk to when the day was all done. You were sure they must be enjoying the nice break from the fighting they usually participated in.

"We'll come." Ghost blurted out, glancing your direction then Soaps. You wouldn't have noticed hadn't it been for the conversation you and soap had last night, but you watched the two men exchange glances and Soaps face grow into a smirk. "That's why we're here, aren't we?"

You smiled a little under your mask. "Very well then. I'll take the computer and let you know when we're leaving."

Ghost slid the computer over to you reluctantly while you stood up from the table and gathered your equipment. "You sure you don't need help?" Ghost asked.

"I got it." You reassured him before walking off to your room to eat your breakfast. You shut and locked the door while you ate, but after you were finished you opened the door back up and just worked with your mask on. With no AC is got hot in a room fast if you kept all the doors shut.

You had on the headphones, listening to the audios that were recorded within the house while simultaneously reading the already translated audio transcripts that you received from base sometime in the middle of the night.

Movement caught your eye from your doorway. You looked up and saw Ghost leaning on the doorframe. You took off one side of the headphones and met his gaze. "Hi." You greeted.

Ghost simply looked at you, then at the computer, then his eyes grazed around the room. You thought about what Soap had said, taking Ghost in a new light. Maybe he wasn't trying to be brooding and intimidating. Maybe he just didn't know what to feel.

"You can come sit if you'd like." You offered. Ghosts gaze returned to yours before he pushed off the doorframe and entered your room. You watched him as he sat down on your bed and peered over your shoulder at your work.

A small smile grew to your cheeks as you turned to face the computer again. Sometimes if felt like your brain worked faster than your mouth, causing you to subconsciously mutter whatever you were reading or listening to. In this case, you were repeating the words you heard in Russian out loud into the world. It helped your brain translate them into English.

"How do you know so many languages?" Ghost asked. The question caught you off guard a little. You spun around in your rolling chair to face him, the headphones still attached.

"I thought it would be good for my line of work. I took Spanish and French in high school and just fell in love with learning. What interested me the most was comparing similarities to the way they are spoken. Most of them aren't even remotely similar to our English, which I find fascinating." You explained.

Ghost was quiet for a moment before he let out a small huff of understanding. "Never though of that before." He paused for a moment, his eyes darting over your shoulder before continuing. "That looks like English."

You spun around to face the computer again and looked at the Transcript. "That's because it is. I'm listening to the audio tapes and reading the transcripts in two different places to try and catch their next meeting a little faster."

You glanced back over your shoulder at Ghost who was simply staring at you, an emotionless expression in his eyes. "What if I read the English one and you listen? We could get it done faster."

A smirk grew over your lips. "You're very eager to help this morning."

"I'm not used to not working." Ghost chuckled a little.

"Get to reading then, Lieutenant."

Ghost pushed himself off the bed and took the half a step it took to get over to the desk. He did something you didn't expect. He leaned down over your shoulder to read the screen, bracing his arms on the desk in the process. His smell wafted down into your nose. It was mostly earthy smells, like walking through a dense forest after a rain. Pine, maybe cedar, you couldn't tell, but it made your heart race. You had to put on both headphones now to try and focus on the audios rather than the large man now looming over you, boxing you into the desk.

His chest was so close that - if it weren't for the headphones - you were sure you'd hear his heartbeat. You were so preoccupied with the close proximity of the lieutenant that the Russian you were listening to turned to alphabet soup in your brain.

A hand brushed your shoulder, causing you to nearly jump out of your skin. You realized it was Ghost's hand as he was looking down at you. You took off a headphone and waited for him to speak.

"Here. Read that." He pointed a gloved hand to the computer screen. Your attention drew to a chunk of text with a time stamp. You skimmed through the text to find out that their next meeting was tonight.

"Great catch, Ghost." You hummed a little, turning in your chair now to face him. He pulled back from where he was leaning on the table and was now standing in front of you. Your eyes traveled up to meet his dark ones.

You wished you hadn't had that conversation with Soap. Now, you couldn't stop thinking about what Ghost was thinking. What did he think about you? What was he thinking right now? It was so hard to tell with the cold gaze he always carried. Did he really trust you?

"Can I ask you something?" He finally broke you from your thoughts while sitting down on the bed.

You cleared your throat and adjusted your position in your chair. "Yeah, go for it."

You anticipated him asking again why you covered your face. It was a question that, without fail, you were always asked. Only one person in the task force knew the history behind it. The scars, the insecurities. It really wasn't a story to be ashamed of, you just hated the reminder of them.

"How'd you get your Call-sign?" He asked. Relief washed over you, you could answer this one.

"I would whistle songs to myself and one of the other recruits in my division caught it and would call me Bird. As time went on, that other recruit became my partner. We had created a series of whistles to communicate with each other which earned us the nicknames Sparrow and Finch. I was hoping for a cooler bird, like an eagle or a hawk, but I've grown to love it."

Behind the mask, you could see Ghost's eyes crinkle upwards in a smile. "Where is Finch now?"

A weight pushed down onto your heart. You had lost your partner, your best friend, that faithful day of your accident. The loss nearly tore you in two pieces when you found out. The two of you made it though basic all the way to graduation together. You were nearly inseparable from each other. Until the one day you two finally split off.

"He died." You finally responded with a sullen tone, looking down at the fingers in your lap. You tried not to think about it. It only happened a few years ago but it still felt fresh in your mind at times.

"How?" Ghost asked.

You inhaled a sharp breath. You wanted to tell him. Wanted to let the words tumble and finally tell somebody about what caused you so much hurt and pain. You thought back to the night he mentioned his mask. You always traveled back to that night, the words he said to you.

Because I can't look in the mirror without breaking down.

He had been so open and vulnerable. Why couldn't you do the same? If you never saw him again after this mission, even better. It would be the same as telling a stranger in a coffee shop.

But when you finally gathered up the courage to speak, the words caught in your throat. They wouldn't, couldn't escape. You stared into Ghosts expectant eyes and you couldn't speak. After what felt like an eternity you cleared your throat and stood from the chair. You couldn't have this conversation, not now. It was better to avoid it all together than to put that much trust in someone else.

"I have to go get some things ready for tonight." You said quietly as you quickly made your way out of your room, leaving Ghost alone on your bed.

Planting the tracking devices on the cars was easy. For a Russian mob, you'd think they would guard their belongings better.

Unfortunately, an easy mission did not come with an easy nights rest. A horrific memory dressed as a nightmare haunted your mind.

Your team huddled against a wall, ready to face the enemy head on. You lifted your head above the wall to peak. Your partner, finch, right behind you. It wasn't often that either you got called into the field. You always loved the adrenaline rush every now and then.

Helicopters roared overhead as you tried to listen to your captains commands. There were three possible abandoned warehouses where our targets could be. The plan was to call an airstrike and then eliminate any remaining targets that tried to run.

A woman came sprinting towards the group, waving her hands to try and flag somebody down. She was frantically screaming help.

Finch's heart was too big for his own good. He immediately stood, holding his arms out to his comrades. "Civilian! Cease Fire!"

"Finch, get down!" You hissed, tugging at his tactical vest. He ignored your warning, moving around the blockades to approach the woman.

"Please, help! My baby, my child!" The woman's English was very broken, her accent thick. It was clear she didn't know a lot of English.

"Your child, where?" Finch asked, grabbing the woman's hand as she reached for him.

"That building. Please, find her."

"Corporal that building is coming down!" Our Captain warned.

"How long?" Finch asked, determination coating his features.

"The air strike is inbound!"

"How long?" Finch demanded with determination.

"3 minutes."

Finch turned on heel and sprinted for the building. Your heart nearly leapt from your throat. You stood up to follow him but your captain grabbed you by the collar and threw you back onto the ground.

"Sit your ass back down, soldier! I'm not losing both of you."

You looked over the barricade frantically as Finch ran for the building. You let out a low three tone whistle that was code for 'use caution' but you really wanted to scream 'be careful, please come back'. Finch responded with a sharp whistle that meant '10-4'.

The minutes passed by with an eerie silence, a recruit calling out the time cards as they ticked on. "One minute till strike."

Finch was still in the building. You held out some hope that he was on his way out of the building. No gunfire was a good sign. The targets you were tracking must not be in that building.

"30 seconds."

Your heart dropped, worry clouding your features. You stared intensely at the door, praying that your red-haired companion emerged from the doorway.

"Momma!"

A young voice caught your attention as a little girl in a pink dress came running around the corner from an alleyway. The woman, who was crouching by our barricades, jumped up and exclaimed something in a different language. Your eyes darted back and fourth between the two for a second before you made your decision.

"Lieutenant L/n get back here!" Your captain screamed at you as you hurdled the barricades and sprinted for the girl. You reached her, scooping her up in your arms and sprinting back for the barricades.

"5 seconds!" The recruit with the countdown yelled.

In a last minute decision that probably saved your life, you threw yourself into the ground. Your body wrapped around the little girl to shield her from any debris.

The explosion came, sending shrapnel flying in every direction, ripping straight through your tactical gear and to your skin. The gashes stung as blood quickly poured onto the ground.

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skylarmoon71 · 11 months ago

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Leonardo (TMNT2014/2016): Short Story- Chapter 4 - Final

It's been about a week.

You miss Leo, but his words hurt. Did he really think you were just some airhead? You would not have survived this long if you were.

The world is a harsh place. Leo more than anyone knows that. So why was he acting like you didn't understand? Like you were oblivious to the truly terrible things out there. He couldn't have truly believed that you were this trusting with everyone.

You're not an idiot.

"I'm still a male you know. Stop being so casual about this. You need to be more careful."

Your face colors at the memory.

You aren't ignorant to that either.

You like Leo.

As a friend and..maybe something more.

There's a part of you that hoped he kept coming back because he returned your feelings. That his scoldings were just a way of looking out for you.

That deep down he really did care.

The knock on your glass makes you jump, and you look up.

Leo pushes the window open as he steps inside.

You gulp, unsure if you should be standing or sitting. You shuffle around for a moment. You settle for the latter.

When he's fully upright, he shows hesitation.

The air is a bit heavy for obvious reasons. You offer him a seat which he takes. Neither or you really speak for a while.

It's tough finding the words.

"I don't see you as a pet."

You finally get out.

Leo glanced at you from his seat.

"I just got excited. There's a bunch of us out there in the world. When I decided I wanted to live with humans, I guess there was a sort of stigma. A lot of them think that this way of life is seen as an escape because we don't appreciate our own species, but that isn't true. I've just always been intrigued with life above the water. I thought that I could do the most good this way, both in my world and theirs. It just gets lonely sometimes being the only one."

With your hand pressed into the cushions of your couch, you fidget with the patterns.

Leo wears a soft smile.

Reaching over, he places his hand over your own. You look up at the gesture and his expression causes a stream of butterflies to erupt in your stomach.

"I shouldn't have been so harsh. I was just worried about you. I didn't want anyone taking advantage of you. I was treating you like a kid when you have more experience out there than I do. My brothers and I, we've spent our entire lives hiding from the world. Master Splinter always said that there would be people who would exploit us. I just got a bit protective."

It was really sweet to know that he cared so much.

"Thanks for looking out for me. I guess you're not entirely wrong. I could be a little more careful. Usually I'm guarded like fort knox, but with you I just.."

You pause, and His eyes search yours as you try to find the words.

"I just feel safe when you're around. Like I can trust you with anything.."

It's crazy.

You've known him for two months at best.

"I should be flattered then." He replies.

His hand tightens just a little, and you're a little more aware when he moves closer. His hand slides against your cheek, and you stare, a bit dazed.

"If I'm being honest, I don't like it when you say that I'm harmless, because I'm not."

The intensity of those blue eyes would surely cause some damage to your heart.

"I may not be human, but I'm just as much a man as every other guy. You have to be careful. I am just as capable of taking advantage of you."

You nibble on your lower lip.

"What if..that's what I want.."

The confession makes his eyes widen just a bit, and you look down.

It feels like you might have crossed a line.

"Leo I'm sorry I-"

His lips silence any excuse and you gasp, or moan. You're not quite sure. His hand moves, holding under your neck gently and your brows furrow in satisfaction. Leo is strong, you know that. Given his job description, it's clear why. Yet, feeling this strength, it's different. His finger brushes just under your jaw, and you lean in as much as your body is willing to allow.

There's nothing but the wet sounds of your lips parting and joining. Your head follows every motion that Leo makes. His free hand moves to your waist, right down to the side of your thigh. He pulls you forward as if you weigh nothing, and you part, surprised. You're now seated in his lap.

Leo has found new territory, lips mapping out little kisses on your neck.

"I told you...I..was dangerous.."

He mutters between each desperate kiss.

Your fingers land on his plastron as you whimper.

"L-Leo.."

He's turning you into a puddle. You can't think properly. Form coherent sentences.

You don't realize that you're groping his chest until he pulls back and draws both of your wrists above your head. Leo pushes forward and you back hits the couch. He pins you there, and you stare up in surprise.

His eyes have visibly darkened, and the shift in position has your hips touching in a deliciously provocative way.

"Leo.."

He manages to bound you with just one hand and when his other moves under your shirt, your face is ever possible shade of red.

"You're too defenseless." He teases.

You mean to respond, but he gives your breast a squeeze and you moan instead. He licks his lips at the sound.

When he pushes the garment up, you're flustered. Because your shirt and bra bunch up just under your chin. Your chest is exposed and you squirm. Leo lowers and you stammer.

"W-Wait what are you-"

Your words are lost, because his tongue latches onto your nipple and you cry out. You arch against him and Leo accepts it. How responsive you are.

Loud you're being.

His tongue feels as though it's drawing patterns and you're losing your mind. It feels so good. He finally loosens his hold on your hands, and you immediately move them to the back of his neck to encourage his ministrations. He welcomes it, humming against your skin and you moan at the vibrations.

He changes focus to the other, giving it just as much attention. With each flick, you can feel your hips jerk involuntarily. Leo's eyes are closed, enjoying every minute. Every desperate cry that you let out.

When he dropped by, this was far from what he expected, but he isn't exactly complaining. Just a minute ago he was warning you about being careful, yet here he is losing control.

Devouring you.

The second he finally pulls back, it's to give you the opportunity to have a proper breath.

You look so good, beneath him.

"Are you alright.."

It's a bit of a whisper. You nod, still slightly heaving, but wearing an appreciative smile.

Leo returns the smile, reaching down and sliding your clothing back into place. Your shirt is obviously wrinkled, but you don't seem to care.

He helps you into a seated position, holding you close.

"I hope you learned your lesson."

You bite your lip to stifle another moan at those words.

You have learned absolutely nothing and you intend to make sure that he knows that for future punishments.

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projectaconitum · 1 year ago

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Lovely Diabolik Abyss

{ Hell || Abyss || Chasm || Schism: BRUTE || Schism: MANSERVANT || Schism: VAMPIRE || Elysium }

It's easy to fall.

"DIE! DIE!" Kanato screamed as he kicked Viola's body. She clutched her ears, squeezing her blind eyes shut by instinct. "HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT TO ME?!"

Viola whimpered, although she said nothing as the vampire savagely caused bruises to bloom.

"Kanato!" a harsh, familiar voice chipped in, and Reiji made quick strides towards his younger half-brother, his magenta eyes narrowed with wild irritation bordering on fury.

"What do you want?" Kanato muttered, his pupils darting towards Reiji for a moment before focusing again on Viola. "Just now... did you smile?" Kanato's small yet brutal fist nested itself in Viola's hair. "Hey, answer me."

"Kanato," Reiji said again, his voice darkening by shades, "That woman belongs to me."

The purple-haired man's brows narrowed for a moment before he, eventually, let go of Viola, giving her a final, resentful kick to her ribcage before he left, squeezing his beloved Teddy for dear life.

"Honestly..." Reiji muttered as he gazed upon Viola's sorry state. "I thought I told you there was no need to ever leave your room. You only have yourself to blame."

"I'm sorry," she gasped between rough, ugly coughs. Her eyes were filled with unshed tears, but they refused to spill. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry..." It sounded like her voice was broken.

Reiji stared at her for a long moment before deciding that she might die if he didn't do something for her. This was becoming a habit, but he supposed it gave him a great opportunity to test some of his drugs.

"Why am I alive?" were Viola's first words when she woke from her fitful sleep. The vampire glanced at her as he capped a tincture he had just applied to her wounds. Her eyes were red with agitation, her lips chapped and freshly scabbed.

"Do you mean to tell me that your little excursion was an attempt to escape?" Reiji asked her dangerously, but she shook her head, staring blankly across the room.

"I... got lost, looking for a glass of water. I was thirsty, and I was feeling my way through the hallway when I bumped into Kanato... then I thought when he started whaling on me that... maybe this was just how it was supposed to be. Maybe I've been fighting to live for too long."

Reiji stared at her for a long moment. At the pathetic woman who had fallen so far. She had been hopeless to begin with, but now it simply hurt to even look at her.

"I did not see you fighting at any point," Reiji replied, and Viola flinched at the roughness in his tone. "You came here a broken woman, and you only threw yourself deeper into despair, begging to be punished for living. Honestly, to classify that as a "struggle" is a pathetic excuse. You just want the pain."

"Well, what else am I supposed to do?" Viola asked, for the first time raising her voice at the vampire, her fingers clutching the blankets with vicious intensity. Fat tears dribbled from her eyes, and she gritted her teeth. "I have never longed for anything more than to be so deeply cared for that I and my significant other are inseparable. I have wasted years upon years of my life, wishing that I would meet someone who actually makes me feel happy to be around them. The only man I have ever loved wants nothing to do with me. I have nothing, now. Nothing except pain."

For a moment, Reiji was stunned at Viola's sudden outburst. She never once had an ounce of resistance, but now?

"...if it is pain you want..." Reiji murmurs, grabbing hold of Viola's wrist. "Then pain I will give you."

Although he had said, many weeks prior, that her blood did not interest him in the slightest, he dragged her closer and sunk his fangs deep into her neck.

"Straighter," Reiji warned, pressing his palm to Viola's back, and she confusedly tried to obey, though her back was already as straight as a ruler. The book fell off her head with a dull thump, and Reiji sighed. "Father is visiting tomorrow; can you not act with just the slightest amount of decorum?"

"I'm sorry..."

"And do not wince every time I touch you. Your jerky movements are an eyesore." Reiji pauses for a moment before he leads Viola to the small table next to his favorite reading spot, guiding her hands towards his teapot. "Find the cup and pour."

For a moment, Viola struggled, and Reiji was tempted to cruelly take the teacup from the table and hold it in front of her sightless eyes, although the urge passed as her fingers brushed the cup's lip, and she carefully aligned the spout to the inside of the cup. She poured, hesitating about halfway full, before filling it three-quarters of the way.

"Drink it, and do not make a sound."

Viola stares into Reiji's general direction, startled.

"Me?"

"Do you hear anyone else in this room? Do as I say." And, with hesitant fingers, Viola obediently raises the teacup to her lips, taking a slow, careful sip without complaint.

"It seems you're not entirely hopeless," Reiji remarked as she eventually finished it in utter confusion. "Then, let us see if I can teach you to be a proper lady by the end of today. Don't disappoint me."

As Reiji took Viola by the hand, calling familiars to create music for his enjoyment, he smiled, briefly, to himself as he tucked a vial of liquid painkiller into his pocket.

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