#it would be fun for me. i should rate my anons out of 10 | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

girlinwaytoomanyfandoms · 11 months ago

Note

Could you perhaps do a FNAF request, where it's Gabriel x Evan, but it's a wholesome cute situation(nothing weird), where Gabriel awkwardly gives Evan makeshift flowers.

Hey, this is my first work on Tumblr so please be patient with me. I was a little unsure what to do so I’m sorry if this isn’t what you wanted. What is canon about Fnaf is so very little and so it was kind of difficult for me to try write this. Gabriel and Evan are not characters I typically write in stories. Let alone a story solely about them. This is my first story I have ever written with Gabriel and possibly my second with Evan (if Evan was in one he was a background character.) This was such a cute request that I knew I just had to write it! I know this might not be entirely what you asked for. This story kind of took a mind of it’s own which is something that has not happened to me before. I hope you enjoy what I came up with. If you don’t like it, let me know and I will try again. Thank you so much Anon for the request and without further ado…. Makeovers and Makeshift Flowers

Makeovers and Makeshift Flowers

Makeovers & Makeshift Flowers

Word Count: 1427

Rating: General Audience/G

Fluff With Maybe a Tiny Bit of Angst

Can be Read Platonically or Romantically (They are Children)

Gabriel was used to life now. Play around with the night guard from 12 A.M to 6 A.M, learn new choreography from 6 A.M till 10 A.M, Freddy Fazbear's Pizza opens at 10 in the morning and he has to preform from open till 12 P.M. At 12 P.M he does meet and greets, from 2 until 4 he/Freddy has to sing and do birthday celebrations, 4 until 6 he does some more meet and greets or hangs out with birthday kids, at 6 he preforms with the band, and finally at 10 the place closes and Gabriel is left to do what he would like until it all restarts at 6 again.

It went like that for a while, until Gabriel met Evan.

Gabriel was messing with the night guard like normal and he stumbled across an old room. It was run down and quite gross. The paint was chipping off the walls, there were spiderwebs in every corner, there were boxes filled with random things that were old, rusting, and should have been thrown away years ago. There was trash and mold almost all over and where there wasn't mold there was fungus. Overall it was a mess.

It was so messy that Gabriel almost missed the dark purple colored bear. As Gabriel turned he saw something move out of the corner of his eye. He turned back to face it and walked forward. As he walked, he heard whispering however he couldn't make out what was being said. Once he reached the source of the movement and sound, he realized it was a dark purple bear. He didn't recognize it from anywhere.

"Hello?" Gabriel said to the machine, cautiously.

The machine looked up at him and he saw its eyes. He realized that the robot was like him. Stuck. He was stuck here in this pizzeria and he noticed that the machine in front of him was too.

Gabriel (against his better judgement) got out of the suit leaving it where he once stood and knelt down. He tried again to talk to the animatronic he now knew to be possessed. "My name is Gabriel. I'm a ghost too. What's your name?"

Gabriel didn't hear anything for a while and he was about to give up until he heard a small voice whisper "Evan....my name is Evan."

Gabriel would have missed it if he wasn't used to having to strain his ears to hear young shy children. "Hello, Evan, what are you doing back here by yourself? Are you always alone?" Gabriel asked.

"I-....I wa-was-wasn't by my-myself. Ca-Cass-idy was here wi-with me. Sh-she l-left to go t-talk to th-the night g-guard. I-I'm no-not al-ways a-a-alone. Ju-just some-sometimes. Li-like when Ca-Cassidy isn't he-here," Evan said.

Gabriel noticed that Evan had some difficulty talking, but unlike everyone else in Evan's life, Gabriel didn't make fun of him. Gabriel didn't tease Evan or make fun of him and Evan liked that. He liked that Gabriel didn't make fun of him.

Gabriel and Evan talked for a while. They both were having fun laughing and cracking jokes. Gabriel and Evan both couldn't remember a time that they had had that much fun.

After that day, Gabriel started to go to that old room that Evan was in. Gabriel felt bad for Evan that the room that he (Evan) had to live in looked like that.

One day while Evan and Gabriel were talking, Gabriel found out that Evan loved the outdoors. Evan missed being outside and looked around at nature.

Evan saying that started something and after Gabriel left to go learn a new song they would preform that day, Gabriel thought of the perfect solution.

Gabriel hated that Evan was stuck in that old, musty, moldy, fungus-filled, disgusting room and finally Gabriel had found the perfect way to fix it.

Gabriel was now searching for the two people that could help him with his plan. Cassidy and Susie.

Susie wasn't as hard to track down considering Gabriel was with her and the rest of the gang all the time. Cassidy however was tricky.

However luck seemed to be on his side because he had managed to find Cassidy and Susie in the same room, at the same time.

The room was empty besides Gabriel, Susie, Cassidy, and a couple tables and chairs.

"Do you two have a minute? I need some help with something," Gabriel asked the girls.

They both turned to him and asked him to continue.

"I-...," he began although stopped himself to sigh, took a breath, and then continued by saying, "Evan is in that messy, gross, disgusting room all by himself. He hates it in there, but he doesn't complain. I need your help because I want to fix it up for him, but I need help doing it so could you both please help me?"

Susie answered almost immediately by saying, "Of course I'll help!"

Cassidy however took a little bit before she finally decided on an answer. "Fine, but what do you want us to do?" Cassidy asked.

"I want you to distract him while me and Susie set up the room," Gabriel answered.

They all agreed. Cassidy walked off to find Evan and once she did she spent the day entertaining him and keeping him from seeing the room. Meanwhile Susie and Gabriel cleaned up the room.

"So, what do you plan on putting in here once it's clean?" Susie asked.

"Well, Evan loves nature and outdoorsy things so I was thinking I would decorate it with something to do with that," Gabriel said.

"Hmmm, I think I have an idea," Susie said.

~TIME SKIP~

The room that was so gross, moldy, disgusting, vile, and overall unpleasant to be in was now transformed into what looked like a beautiful outdoor, woodsy type place. The walls were painted green and had trees painted carefully on it. The floor was now wooden and had a nice grassy-green rug. There were chairs and a table to color at. There were picture books stacked nicely on a shelf with an empty photo album to put pictures in. There was a new light put in that was in the shape of a tree as well as led lights strung around the room in the shape of Freddy's characters. There were a couple pictures on the walls. And finally there were makeshift flowers all over.

Gabriel was nervous. He was worried Evan would think it was stupid, awful, or just straight up hate it. In fact he was so worried that he started pacing.

That was until he heard the door open. When it opened he immediately turned so his back was to the wall behind him and his front was towards the door and his hands behind his back.

"Wh-what ha-happ-happened to m-my roo-m?" Evan asked.

"Umm..m-me and Sus-Susie- um, cl-cleaned it up and d-decorated it. I-I'm sorry. D-do you hate it? If you do I-I can fix it. I'm sorry I should have asked I-" Gabriel said sheepishly till the end where he was in a panic before being cut off.

"I-I d-don't hate it. I lo-love it! Tha-thank you," Evan said as he ran and gave Gabriel a huge hug.

Gabriel hugged him back, but was only able to for a couple of seconds until Evan let go and asked, "What's that?"

Gabriel looked for what Evan was talking about until he realized that Evan was taking about the makeshift Flowers and daisy chains in his hands.

Gabriel stepped a couple steps back away from Evan. "O-oh, um, this is, um- I-I know you like flowers and stuff s-so I made some...for you...um, here," Gabriel said while handing Evan the makeshift flowers and daisychains

Evan looked at the flowers for a couple seconds before taking them and giving Gabriel a big hug. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Evan said.

"It wasn't all me. It was Susie's idea. I just made the-" Gabriel said before being cut off by a kiss on his cheek.

Evan smiled at Gabriel and they both new that what happened to both of them wasn't ideal, but had it not, they wouldn't be where they are now and not Evan nor Gabriel would change it for the world.

Writer’s Note: Evan kissing Gabriel’s cheek can be read romantically however I wrote it as a way of Evan saying he is thankful without using words because in my mind after the bite Evan has trouble talking, communicating, and sometimes even remembering words.

#fnaf #gabriel fnaf #evan afton #chris afton #crying child #fnaf missing children #fnaf missing kids #requested #fnaf susie #fnaf cassidy

6 notes · View notes

healingsorceress · 8 months ago

Text

Rules

Welcome to my humble blog starring Dr. Ieiri Shoko!

I am Angel, your favourite ray of chaos and sunshine (She/her). I am 21+ and a busy individual but I pop on this blog throughout the year as I get time or muse resurfaces. This is a SIDE BLOG! You would receive follows from HibiscusxQueen (A Portgas D Rouge from One Piece blog)

I am open to crossovers and I'm in these fandoms: One Piece, JJK, My Hero Academia, Demon Slayer, Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood, Spy x Family and Buddy Daddies. But if you have a muse from a different fandom, let me know and we can see if we can come to a compromise.

See rules below!

This blog is created for fun as such it should be fun for both parties to enjoy themselves

RP is a hobby and as such neither parties should feel obligated to answer quickly and it’s understandable if it takes a while or you lose the thread because MUN (you or me) is human and has a life outside of Tumblr.

Mun and Muse are not selective of who we roleplay with but we have every right to turn down an RP or drop thread and the same will be respected if it’s done by the other party.

MUN and Muse welcome canon characters, original characters and crossover blogs here as long as you follow the rules or don’t make MUN feel uncomfortable.

MUN is 21+ and busy with work and getting her doctorate. Activity levels will vary throughout the year.

Carrying on, MUN uses the app on her phone 99% of the time so I can’t cut the thread all the time. I will trim the thread once I am on my laptop.

MUN and Muse are not picking to lengths of writing: one liners/ single paragraphs, multiple paragraphs or even novella. While I do not expect you to match my length, it isn't fun if I am writing three paragraphs and receive a one line response.

Dark Themes will be written. MUN and Muse have no problem writing dark themes and they will be tagged as such.

This brings my next point: if you wish to write dark themes with me you need to rate the dark level out of 10. (I’m not joking. You seriously need to give me a scale of how dark you want it or if there’s anything you wish to avoid)

If you have any triggers please tell me. I don’t have any myself but I need to know.

Shipping with chemistry! I am highly selective when it comes to shipping.

Selective NSFW. I’m not writing it with everyone and there are times when MUN or Muse (or both) aren’t up to doing it for a while.

Each RP is in its own universe so other threads will not influence the current thread.

MUN and Muse do not mind writing multiple threads at the same time with the same MUN or the same Muse.

MUN and Muse accept anonymous asks and even anon magic. MUN and Muse however, have every right to turn down a magic anon (which isn’t likely but you never know)

If you wish to RP with us then you can do one of the following:

Send an ask/ starter/ meme

Submit a starter

Private message me and we can plot

Ask me to write a starter

18. No Hate. No drama. No bullshit. End of story. If you try I will block and report you.

19. No Godmodding or metagaming. You will be warned thrice then thread will be dropped.

20. Crossovers are welcome. Just message me so we can see how we can navigate this.

21. This blog is a hate free zone and a safe space for everyone but paedophiles. If you make any degradatory comment about a person’s race, religion, culture, sexuality, gender identity, nationality, disability or mental health, then I will block and report you.

22. Most of all just have fun!

If you have any questions feel free to Ask!

Have a great day!

Cheers!

~ Angel

#;; Laws

1 note · View note

thefanficmonster · 3 years ago

Text

Perspective

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Fluff, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Corpse recounts the time he first met his now best friend who too has been gifted with a deep voice.

Requested by two Anons. This fic is a mash up of two very similar requests I got from an unnamed Anon and 🖤🥀 Anon, so a big thank you to the both of you for sending in your requests! I’m really sorry to be posting your requested fic so late but I hope the final product is gonna make the wait you had to endure worth it! If you come across it and read it, I hope you enjoy it! Love, Vy ❤

“Yeah, yeah ok, I know.“ I can’t help but playfully roll my eyes at the comments that are flooding in, “Before any more people address it - even though it’s only been five minutes - I’m gonna address it myself: I apologize for the absence of the guest I promised would accompany me on this stream. She made the choice to party until late - or should I say early - and is currently probably asleep. And...I just don’t have the heart to wake her.“

In all honesty, all the blame should fall on Y/N’s lack of responsibility but I could never say such a thing - she rarely let’s herself loose and allows herself to have fun so there’s no way I’m gonna hold this one instance against her. Quite the contrary actually: I hope she starts going out and having fun more frequently cause really deserves it. She’s a super hardworking girl, studying college and working her ass off simultaneously.

“For those of you who don’t know who I’m referring to: the girl in question is Y/N, aka Jumpscaretastic, a horror games oriented streamer. She was supposed to join me for this freaky journey but...yeah I’ll have to endure it on my own because fuck me.“ I take a look at my chat again, deciding to keep this interaction with my viewers going for a bit longer before I start the game. I may be stalling but you sure as hell won’t hear me admit it. The game may be terrifying as hell - I have no doubt it is - but I doubt it would affect me so much if Y/N was here. My eyebrows furrow automatically at the sight of one specific question that I’ve been getting asked quite a lot recently and I’ve been doing my best to avoid it cause the idea - to me, at least - is so messed up. Why, we’ll get into that later. “No- ok, this is the first and last time I’ll be addressing this wild assumption, you guys, so listen carefully. Y/N and I are by no means related. I’m not related to every deep-voiced person on this planet, just FYI.“ Speaking of Y/N’s deep voice which I’ve gotten so accustomed to hearing, I can’t help but recall the first interaction the two of us had when she got invited by Toast for a game of Among Us with us when Felix canceled on us due to technical difficulties. “I may not be related to her but she really put into perspective how other people feel and react when they hear my voice. I, honestly speaking was astonished by hers.“

A few months ago

“Ok guys, since Felix texted me about an hour ago, saying he won’t be able to make it, I invited a friend of mine so I hope that’s ok with you.“ Toast announces when the majority of us have accumulated in the lobby.

“Yeah, all cool. An introduction to them would be nice though.“ Charlie says, tampering with his avatar’s appearance on the in-game laptop.

“Oh, I’m sure she can do that herself.” He says with a bit of a chuckle, “Y/N?“

“I’m here, I’m here.“

My gaze moves from my chat to the monitor displaying the game in an instant as though it would reveal to me who the owner of this unfamiliar voice that just travelled through my headphones is. You know how my voice is considerably deep, yeah well this girl’s voice is six feet below that. My eyes have widened without me even noticing as I hurry to unmute myself despite being a little late to the reaction party which already consists of a ton of ‘OMG’s and “WHOA”s from the rest of the people in the call. Not one of them, however, considers to question the authenticity of the voice.

“Was that a voice changer or something?“ I say, my eyebrows shooting up when I hear the laugh I receive in response to the question - a sound so deep but simultaneously sweet and girly it messes with my head.

“I wish I kept count so I could tell you which number on the list of people who’ve asked me that you fall under.“ The girl, Y/N replies, “But for the record no, it’s not a voice changer.“

Realizing how hypocritical this question probably seems coming from me, I decide to believe her - probably cause she gets nothing if she lies anyways. “Oh, so this is how it feels hearing my voice for the first time, huh?“ I say, slowly nodding my head, still in slight disbelief.

“Yeah, meeting her was quite rattling - in the best way possible though.“ I say, fixating myself back in reality following the little trip back in time to the day Y/N and I met. “She’s now one of my best friends so that should tell you enough.“

It goes without saying that, since she’s my best friend, I know her quite well. That being said, with the detailed knowledge I have on her, I can guess she’s gonna be in for a massive hangover when she wakes up. I just hope she texts me when she does so I can make sure she’s at least semi-functional. Just then, my phone buzzes with a message. Much to my shock, it’s a message from Y/N. Truth be told, I didn’t expect her to be up for another hour or two or three but here she is, sending a simple text that reads:

“My head’s pounding like a drum mid rock n’ roll concert“

There are no emojis accompanying the message, suggesting she’s deadly serious and in quite a bit of pain. Ok, I won’t sugarcoat it - she’s in a fuck-load of pain right now.

“The Sleeping Beauty has awaken and is complaining about a headache, just in case you were wondering.“ I chuckle seemingly nonchalantly as I silently contemplate whether to text her back or call her instead. Who’s gonna know better than my viewers, after all... “You guys think I should call her? Or would that annoy her?“ I ask, furrowing my brows at the chat as I see different responses coming in.

Meh, fuck it - I think to myself, already taking my phone to call Y/N when the support of my viewers floods in as well.

She picks up after two rings, letting out a sound that sets the tone for the discomfort she’s in.

“Hello to you too.“ I say, putting the call on speaker so my mic can pick up her responses. “Would you please rate the pain you’re in right now on a scale 1-10?“

“A hundred.“ Her strained, raspy and deeper than usual voice comes through, stealing a chuckle from me, “I’m hungover and still a bit drunk. Like, how does that even work?“

“The morning after is a straight-up bitch. Welcome to the world of bad decisions.“ I tell her compassionately, low-key wishing I could go over to her place and provide her with at least a tiny bit of comfort, as much as I can.

“Yeah...“ she sighs halfway dramatically, “Anyhow, we usually text around this time, what’s up with the call?“

“Just wanted to make sure my best-girl wasn’t really dying, you know. Who am I supposed to annoy in Among Us if you’re not there, after all?” I raise my brow and, although she can’t see me, I bet she can probably guess I’m doing that.

“Whatever...“ The same way I can imagine her rolling her eyes while smiling as she said that, “Tell me this, am I wrong or was I supposed to be on your stream today?“

I barely manage to hold in my laughter at the question, “Uh, yeah you were, but...” she doesn’t let me finish my sentence, instead cuts me of:

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry, Corpse! I totally forgot. Believe me, if I could roll my ass out of bed I’d hop in but I really can’t. Unless you want me to be a bore for an hour and a half, that is.“

“For starters, you could never be a bore to me.“ I say matter-of-factly, “And for seconds, you’re kinda on the stream anyway...“

“Come again?“ She cuts me off yet again, “You’re calling me mid-stream? If so, hey everyone! Sorry I couldn’t join, I promise to make it up to both you and Corpse soon.“ A yawn comes from her end before she continues, “As of now, I think I’ll go back to sleep.“

“Alright, alright. I’ll call you again later to make sure you’re still alive. Sleep tight.“ I tell her, already hovering my thumb over the ‘Hang up‘ button.

“Won’t let the hangover bite.“ She slurs/murmurs, stealing my opportunity to end the call cause she does it herself.

I stare at my phone for a second, finally becoming aware of the grin that has spread across my face. Eventually, I address my viewers once again, “There you have it, guys. Technically, you can give her a pass for answering the call, especially in her current state, so let’s all agree to not hold this against her, cool?“

A brief look at my chat shows me the ton of fluffy comments that are coming in as a reaction to the interaction Y/N and I just had. One, however, sticks out especially. It reads: ‘You like her or smt?’

“Do I like Y/N?“ I read the comment out loud, a smirk coming across my face, “Of course I do. She’s a darling.“ If I had a webcam on I’d look straight into the lens and wink. That’s probably spark more than enough rumors, but at the very least they wouldn’t be wrong. “I’ve stalled enough, Outlast is waiting.“ I announce, finally starting the game. After all, it cannot be scarier than the conspiracies my fans could come up with. I get it though - from their perspective, we’re already the perfect couple; from my perspective we’re impossible because from Y/N’s perspective we’re best friends.

Ain’t that how it always goes?

@maat-the-prescriptive @simonsbluee @save-the-sky @itsminniekat @hacker-ghost @bi-andready-tocry @imtiredaffff @jazzkaurtheglorious @hereforbeebo @fandomgirl17 @chrysanthykios @maehemscorpyus @loraleiix @letsloveimagines @annshit @i-cant-choose-a-username-help @enigmaticmaze @divine-artemis @waterlilypat @idontknowwhatthisisfam @evi-ka @classyandfabulous00 @redperson58 @lilysdaydreams @solowheein @mythicalamphitrite @axen-gers @luckygirl144 @nj01 @buddyemily @the-albino-lioness @stardream14 @gdhdkfnn @nomadicgypsyy @preciousskye @fluffysuicideunicornsworld @o-kaelin @manacharlotte @awkward-youtube-trash @lolalee24 @bonky-beerns @meme-lord-and-savior-sebastian @strawbrinkofdeath @teenloves @tams0527 @browneyespinkhair @starstruckllamapuppy @daisychains012 ��@y0ulooked @tinytacosuitcaseflap @supernatural-is-my-only-life @jula-pauline @melodykitty @just-that-bi-girl @crazybutconfidentaf @lowellshade @alphakees @bellero @weallneednamjesus @starryhanji @boiled-onionrings @husherstan @fockingwhore @melaningoddessthings @prettypastelpetals @haleypearce @godwhyamiawkward @y-napotat @daisychainyoonmin @little-miss-rebel3 @free-wheelin-bi-sexual @redmoon261 @darkacademic2 @wiseflamingoqueen @into-the-end @namikhai-i @nastiablr @thelittleplantlover @mirktuan @dont-hyuck @jjk-bunny @vintagegothlover @easygoingtheatre @itsrandombooklover @miiaivi @emmybaybee @befourgolden @jjk-is-my-shit @eternalteaaars @spacebadgerx @princesslunalight @acequinn14 @samm48 @misselsbells06 @simp-lykawa @fo-love @marishimomura-blog @therealglenncoco @cinnamonbun332 @killtherandomness @sanshinexxxsan @fee-btheweeb @press-lay @cathleenpotgieter16 @jazzydoesstuff @moonlxghtbay @forestrain2000 @hyunjinhugs @blood-of-fandoms @lovellylies @ukiyolixx @simpforhpcharacters @chrisdylan17 @parkerjisung @pedernille @theodonyous @wineandionysus @malfoystilinskii05 @morbid-x @coryisagee @jessewa26 @scoobydooluver97 @mindintheskies365 @raeanneinwonderland @indecisive-empanada @gluttonypalace @loriane2503 @btsiguess-kpop @khaoticbunny @lucidlycactus @smiithys @rottenroyalebooks @kpopgirlbtssvt @fangirl-tc27 @fr0z3n-1 @notmesimpingfortechno @shotarosleftpinky @kunoi-chan @idk-whats-wrong-with-me @yikeroonie @goldenstarofthunderclan @poetry-and-tea @ama-do-writing-stuff @wishbonewolf @emeraldxhope @t0xick1tty @kusuinko @speakyourselfloveyourself @sophia902103 @lo-manburg @classsykittykat @dmgama @depressedpuppythatneedscoffee @btsiguess-kpop @akaashi-baby @gun-jong-simp @geschichtenfee @yerapotato-wp @browneyedgirl365 @thysagclub @sparklycloudnight @helloatomicshadow @queentorresstuff @vtte @val-gal @lucy-bunny17 @aaliyahh0 @katluckybear @boyleanti @straybids @franchesca-791 @cosmicstorm19 @averyisbackinthetrashcan @aomi-nabi @xlanawriter @allensimpsforcorpse @sunnyrae-cessh @ladykxxx08 @meowiemari @renupf @booklover76 @sra-verissimo @beatrhizn @blueberrystigma @beatrhizn @chicken-taco-burrito @scorpios-echos

267 notes · View notes

marengogo · 2 years ago

Text

Rambling in INFJese - Part 6: LoveLess

Inevitable - by Suzy [Extraordinary Attorney Woo (OST)]

🐺 — 🐺 — 🐺—

I’m so sorry for delaying my regular posts, life is still lifING and I must admit that I’m enjoying living it, struggles at all. Another thing I keep enjoying, is reading posts from the people I follow on tumblr, from time to time, but today … today was different … today I realised something, hence I’m taking a moment from this lovely giant-moon-evening to ramble away real quick.

Today, @stormblessed95 went on a generous answering spree, and as always, she was confronted with Anons, to whom the idea of jikook being together is nothing short of ludacris for the usually reasons such as “they do the same things with everyone else”, “they are never together”, “they spend more time with so-and-so”, “he used to be … but not anymore …” etc, etc, etc. At first I just brushed it off as typical anti and insecure jikooker behaviour, but then for a change I asked myself: “Why are some of these people so fixated with the idea/image of what Jikook’s relationship should look … should feel like?”

So, as the not-so-careful empath that I am, I quickly stepped into their shoes, took a quick walk and quickly got out of them cause it felt a bit heavy (ngl). Now, this is all me speculating of course, so obviously I might be wrong but it would appear as if, to some of these people, Jikook has somehow taken to represent Ideal Love.

I mean, as if being an idol wasn’t heavy and hard enough, imagine having to represent the perfection which is love itself! Now, I don’t wanna be the one that has to point out the fact that even this sort of issue makes Jikook stand out, thought highkey I am, but instead, I will proceed to explain how this “Ideal Love Predicament” might have come to be.

I would like to blame with a full-chest and whole-heartedly some Jikook YouTube channels 😬. Yes. When you produce content and constantly use words such as “ALWAYS”, “ONLY”, “NEVER” the brain will eventually register and make associations. And in a present world where most of everything seems to never last and almost everything feels not meant for us, many might have found comfort in finding this (not-confirmed) pair of boys, whom against the adversity of their homophobic society seemingly found a way to love and be “special only to each other” (... define special … but I digress …).

So it was that, for example, the first time (according to all these people, who ignored all the other times …) when JK and JM rode in different cars with different people, everything quickly went to hell because “ALWAYS” wasn’t “ALWAYS” anymore and the brain couldn’t brain anymore. This “process” at times was made even worse/heavier when added to projecting ideal feelings of love.

Like in any meant-to-be-love-thrope, your partner would never touch, even less, look at anyone other than you, (whom sometimes they haven’t even met yet). Your partner should always know how you feel and what you are thinking. Your partner would never look at anyone else and always want to be with only you. Your partner would basically not live without you. And so wouldn’t you.

Which, hey, don’t get me wrong. It’s all very cute, fun and good in a movie, a K-Drama, even during one's honeymoon phase. But I’m afraid it is not sustainable. I know 😩, yet another sustainability speech, but what can I say, the world is dying and at this rate so will relationships!

It feels more and more like the fear of not having that Ideal Love, mixed with the fear of being hurt (which, it might/will happen, it might/will fucking hurt, but you should/will eventually get over it … if I did, you all will … took me 10 years, but hey, it found me when I absolutely wanted nothing with it so … 🙄) mixed with the necessity to have what you don’t know you actually really don’t need, is stopping people from actually going out to find Their Unique Love, one tailored just to themselves, and end up putting everything on the Ideal Love of someone else.

Hence, the hurt, the anger, the denial, the aggression etc when things don’t go the way they want with this Unknowing Martyrs of Ideal Love, in our case, Jikook. I will never stop saying this and I will keep saying this: JK and JM are not a confirmed couple, as such, we can keep speculating and making our educated guesses, which within its own limits is fine and all, but they are NOT actors in a love drama. Whatever they do or not do with each other, is for each other and each other only.

Now, to all those people out there whose shoes I walked in for those few seconds in order to write this, from the bottom of my heart, truly wish for you to give Your Type of Love a chance. You need to experience it, you need to agonise over it, you need to boast about it and sometimes cry over it and when/if you are ready; start all over again. Until then, forcing one's opinion on other people’s relationships would be like having an argument about a topic you’ve never even heard about: pointless.

To those of you to whom this isn’t their first rodeo, was it the same every single time? Did each of your partners give you the same exact emotions? If it was, we’ll need to talk because that would be interesting … if not, you’d have no reason to expect Jikook to project your SAME EXACT feelings in their relationship. Jussayin’.

Anyways, I’ve stayed up long enough.

Wishing everyone lots of love, if you don’t find it yet, feel free to come and bitch at me!

Always respectfully yours,

Marengo.

#Rambling in INFJese #Jikook #Insecure Jikookers #Love's Unique to You #Me and Them

13 notes · View notes

robinrunsfiction · 4 years ago

Note

CAN I GET A FRANK X READER FIC WHERE THE BAND GOES OUT FOR LUNCH AND Y/N STAYS AT THE BUS AND SLEEPS IN FRANKS BUNK AND THEY GET BACK AND FRANK SEES HER AND JUST GETS INTO BED WITH HER AHD HOLDS HER AND ITS ALL FLUFFY

Hold You Here

Pairing: Frank Iero x Female Reader Rating: General Requested By: Anons Word Count: 2,000 Author’s Note: I’m combining this with another similar request, which resulted in a longer story! I hope everyone enjoys! TW for a brief mention of Gerard’s addiction struggles in 2004

To be in a band meant that your bandmates were your most intimate friends. Hours, days, weeks spent cramped together in small confined spaces meant that everyone saw each other at their best, worst, and everything in between. Platonic physical affection wasn’t an unusual occurrence and neither was sharing beds so that the fewest number of hotel rooms could be reserved to save money, curling up under a blanket together while watching a movie on the bus, not to mention all the on-stage antics, it was all taken in stride.

It also helped that everyone looked out for each other, but it seemed as if Frank looked out for you more than the others. When things became hectic, or when you were suffering from one of your migraines, he’d always be the one checking up on you to make sure you were okay. Spending hours up late at night talking with him was one of your favorite ways to pass time on the bus. You’d developed quite the soft spot for the chaotic guitarist.

The band had been touring what felt like non-stop for ages, but especially now that Three Cheers was out. It had been a very long, hot summer full of meeting fans, rocking out, and if you were being honest with yourself, way too much partying on everyone’s part. You were feeling pretty burnt out, but the success of the band made it worth it.

Now it was the last week of Warped Tour 2004 and you could tell summer was ending by how quickly the nights were cooling down. As usual when the tour was stopped over for a couple nights, both a bonfire, and most of the bands, were lit. You were standing as close to the fire as you could without melting the rubber on your chucks trying to keep warm.

“Hey,” Frank said, walking over to stand next to you.

“Hey, how’s it goin?” You asked

“Good. Cold?”

“Yea,” you rolled your eyes. “I decided to dress cute, and now I’m freezing my ass off.”

“Who were you dressing up for?” Frank asked, unzipping his hoodie.

“No one really,” you replied, watching as he took off the sweatshirt. “What are you doing?”

“Keeping you warm,” he replied.

“You don’t have to,” you started as he put it over your shoulders.

“Too late,” he replied with a smirk that faded into a soft smile.

You looked up at him, in the dim light of the bonfire and you felt your heart skip, like a switch had been flipped. That soft spot you held in your heart for him suddenly felt overwhelmed, like the quiet feelings were now screaming in your ears.

“I bet it’s warmer on the bus,” you suggested, deciding to lean into the moment. You just hoped you were gauging the situation correctly.

His eyebrows went up in surprise, but he nodded. “I bet you’re right, wanna go back?”

“Yea.”

The walk across the parking lot was silent, as your hands brushed against each other’s, shoulders bumping occasionally. Climbing into the bus, you wandered to the back and confirmed no one else was around, and when you turned back to Frank he seemed a little nervous.

“Ya know you do look really cute. Like not just tonight, like all the time,” he said.

“Thanks,” you replied, tucking your hair behind your ear nervously. You were in your 20s, why were you suddenly feeling like a middle schooler talking to their crush?

“Wanna watch a movie or something?” He offered after an awkward silence hung between you.

“Sure. Nothing scary though, I’m tired of horror.”

“How can you be tired of horror?” Frank asked with feigned shock.

“Because that’s all we watch and we’ve watched almost every movie we have 100 times over.”

Frank started flipping through the stack of DVDs that the band had accumulated through countless tours. “What about ‘10 Things I Hate About You’?” he asked.

“Yes,” you nodded eagerly, plopping down on the couch and pulling off your shoes.

Frank put the movie in the DVD player and turned off the lights, sitting next to you. You glanced over, trying to gauge what he was thinking. He glanced back and you snapped your eyes back to the tv. As the movie progressed, Frank casually put his arm over the back of the couch and you settled into his side.

“I wanna go play paintball, like real paintball, some time,” you said, watching Kat and Patrick’s date on the screen.

“We should go then,” Frank replied.

“Just us? Or,” you trailed off.

“Yea, I mean unless you wanna invite other people.”

You looked up at him, and he was looking back down at you. "No, just us," you said softly.

"Cool," he said with a goofy smile.

You had to bite your lip to keep from giggling, but in that moment, the energy between you shifted. Frank started to lean in and you closed your eyes as his lips met yours. At first the kiss was soft and tender, almost tentative. But then his arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer and your hand ran through his hair as he deepened the kiss.

When you finally came up for air, you couldn't help the smile on your face when you saw how happy Frank looked. "That was fun," you laughed.

"I've been wanting to do that forever," he said, running a hand through his hair, smoothing it down.

"Well we should do it again sometime," you replied.

Just then, loud, drunken voices could be heard outside the door to the bus and you both jumped apart.

"They're in here makin' out or something," Ray shouted over his shoulder with a giggle. You knew there was no way they could have seen you two just minutes before, but the joke still rattled you.

"No they weren't," Mikey said disbelievingly, as he and Gerard followed.

You glanced at Frank who was shaking his head at your bandmates before he changed the subject to something totally random. Things had literally just started with him, and it felt fragile. The last thing you wanted was to have it all fall apart like nothing happened, and be left wondering forever what could have been.

The next day, nothing about the prior night was discussed between you and Frank, but it had been a busy day of press, playing, and meeting fans. When you were climbing back into your bunk, completely exhausted, you spotted a folded up piece of paper on your pillow. You closed the curtain behind you and turned on the small light above your bed. When you unfolded the note, you immediately recognized Frank's scrawling handwriting.

(YN), all I've been able to think about today is how your lips felt on mine and wondering when I can feel it again. I can't remember anything that was said to me because I was thinking about how I'd rather just be talking to you. I hope sometime before the end of this tour we can hang out alone together again.

XO, frnk

You bit your lip to keep from squealing with delight.

The last few days of Warped Tour were just as much of a blur, and when that tour was over, you were quickly shipped off to another one. Gerard was struggling and the whole band was impacted. Everyone dealt with it in their own way, and luckily you had Frank to brush away the worried tears when your brain wouldn't quiet enough to let you sleep at night.

Soon after, Gerard got the help he needed and when he rejoined the band, you were immediately sent back out on the road. Everything felt a little brighter that fall.

You and Frank were as good as ever, but still keeping your relationship quiet. His hand would find yours when no one else was around. You'd each sneak into each other's bunks and spend the nights cuddled together. Then there was the series of excuses as to why you two should share hotel rooms, which included Mikey texting too much, Ray talking too much, and Gerard keeping the light on all night drawing, among others.

So when you were blindsided with a migraine one morning, you were not at all pleased. The pain throbbed through your head as nausea rolled through your stomach. You groaned as you slid out of your bunk and stumbled to the front of the bus, which was obnoxiously bright, to the cabinet holding the medicine.

"There's sleeping beauty," you heard Ray laugh, but you just grunted in response. You grabbed the bottle of Excedrin and silently prayed they'd do their job quickly as you took a dose.

"You ok?" Frank asked as you slumped down on the couch.

"No, migraine."

Your bandmates groaned, knowing how much of a pain, literally and figuratively, they were for you.

"So you don't wanna go grab lunch?" Mikey asked.

"Please don't make me think about food or I might get sick."

"Do you want me to stay back with you?" Frank offered. It didn't even register how much concern he was showing toward you.

"No, I just wanna sleep and hope it goes away before we have to play tonight."

"Ok, we'll leave you alone. Come on guys," Gerard said, shooing the guys out. You glanced up and saw Frank giving you a sympathetic look before leaving the bus.

You dragged yourself back to the bunks, closing the door to the main room behind you and looked at your bunk. There was no way in hell you were climbing back up into it. Instead climbed into Frank's.

You pulled his blanket over you as you curled up in a ball facing the wall. His pillow smelled faintly of his shampoo, but not enough to make you feel sick, or maybe the medication was finally kicking in.

It felt like no sooner you'd fallen asleep that you heard voices in the front of the bus. You wondered how long you’d been out, but didn’t care enough to check the time. Before you could drift off again you heard the door opening and closing softly. Shuffling steps stopped behind you and then you felt someone climb in the bunk behind you.

"Hey," Frank said softly, his arm wrapping around your side.

"Hi," you answered, a smile forming on your face for the first time all day, not that he could see it.

"Feeling better?"

"A bit. Not 100% yet, but better than earlier."

"Mind if I nap with you?"

"Please do," you replied.

Frank drew the curtain shut and settled in behind you. He brushed aside your hair and placed a soft kiss on the side of your neck before giving you another quick squeeze.

You drifted back to sleep for a while, and when you woke up again, your headache was mostly gone you were relieved that you'd be able to play that night without feeling awful. As you stretched your legs out, Frank shifted, pulling you tighter against him.

"Better yet?" He murmured sleepily.

"Yea," you said, not moving more, afraid of disturbing the comfortable cocoon you two were in.

“So at lunch the guys were talking,” Frank started.

“‘Bout what?” You asked, rolling over.

“Us.”

“Oh?” Your heart rate going up.

“We went to this café for lunch and I got you a cupcake, it’s in the fridge by the way. And they were just wondering if there’s something going on between us.”

“What’d you say?”

“I just brushed it off, they were just giving me shit.”

“Oh,” you said, suddenly feeling a little dejected.

“Do you still wanna keep us a secret?” He asked.

“I dunno," you mumbled. "Do you?”

Frank intertwined his fingers with yours. "It's been kinda fun this way. But I also kinda wanna tell everyone I know that I'm the luckiest dude in the world BECAUSE I'm with you."

“Let's decide later,” you replied. “For right this moment, let’s just enjoy this.”

"Good idea," he replied with a soft smile before leaning in and kissing you lovingly.

#frank iero x reader #frank iero fan fic #frank iero fan fiction #frank iero fanfic #frank iero imagine #my chemical romance fan fic #my chemical romance fan fiction #my chemical romance fanfic #my chemical romance imagine

194 notes · View notes

ladyartemesia · 4 years ago

Text

Boyfriend Material

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff/Comedy • Smut • Friends to Established Relationship • (sorta) Slice of Life

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2400

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. MINORS PROHIBITED. I DO NOT CONSENT TO ANY INTERACTIONS WITH PERSONS UNDER THE AGE OF 18. NO EXCEPTIONS.

Warnings: sexual content and a messy (but ultimately harmless) ex

THIS IS A HEADCANON FIC

This means the story is told in bullet point format. This is the first time I have ever written a story like this. It was something new to try and I really hope all of you like it!

Requested by Anon Lisa: I really hope you like it! So sorry you had to wait so long!

Thank You: to Ana @xjoonchildx Donna @taetaewonderland and Lindy @ppersonna Every time I don’t feel good enough... you convince me that I am. And a huge thank you to the angels in the BTS Smut Hub. You guys are a one in a million group.

You meet Jungkook through mutual friends...

He doesn’t open up very easily and prefers being around people he is already comfortable with.

When you first start hanging out - he notices you. But he’s shy and he’s not really looking for anything…

So he checks you out now and then and for the most part you aren’t on his mind until-

One night you and the crew are hanging out and he says something - and then he wishes he hadn’t because it sounds ridiculous but then - randomly - unexpectedly - you get it.

He’s kind of shocked that you understood what he meant immediately.

That rarely happens… even with his best friends…

He thinks about it a lot.

He pokes around the group for scraps of info about you.

But like… not OBVIOUSLY.

(Jimin figures it out immediately and starts inviting you to more things.)

When you guys hang out again, Jungkook makes a point to engage you in conversation more… to see if (maybe) you can understand him again.

He wants so desperately to be understood. Words aren’t always easy.

But if there is a person who gets him…

You talk for 10 minutes.

Then it’s 30 minutes…

Now it’s been two hours.

And it’s easy.

Oh my GOSH it is so easy.

Why is this so easy?!

He definitely needs to talk to you more.

Talking to girls is NOT EASY but with you - it’s different somehow.

So you talk more.

Eventually you exchange numbers.

Now you talk every day.

And if you don’t talk he’s … kinda sad.

Because talking with you is not only easy…

It’s fun.

It’s freeing.

And the longer he talks - the more he notices things...

Little habits… the sound of your laugh… the way your smile makes his chest jump...

The way he wants to kiss you-

He wants to kiss you?

OMG HE WANTS TO KISS YOU.

Suddenly everything is hard again and he ignores your texts for two days.

So you get pissed and drive to his apartment.

You do understand him.

And you have a good idea what this is about.

So you look GOOD.

Like real good.

It’s time to nab yourself a bunny boy.

Jungkook opens the door still wet from his shower.

You momentarily forget why you’re there and also your name.

(Though he helps you out with that one by saying it.)

After that you waste no time.

You take him gently by the hand, lead him to the couch, and have him sit.

Take a deep breath.

(His eyes are HUGE.)

“Kookie… I’m doing this for your own good.”

He gulps.

And then you straddle him.

His mouth drops open and he lets out THE MOST adorable little gasp ever.

So you kiss the ever-loving-heck out of him.

You kiss him like it’s an Olympic sport.

And it isn’t long before he’s kissing right back.

Hands grip around your backside ramming your dampening center into him.

You moan VERY loudly.

“Jungkook I would really like to be your girlfriend.”

His hands are creeping up the back of your shirt - edging ever closer to the hook of your bra.

“I-I want that too. You should - you should be my girlfriend.”

“Awesome. Kiss me again.”

The bra goes flying across the room and hits a traumatized Jin in the face.

“NOT IN THE LIVING ROOM OH MY GAWD-”

You scramble off Jungkook’s lap and dive under the blankets piled on the couch.

Jungkook is fire engine red, but he’s also giggling ridiculously.

Jin hangs your bra on the fridge with a magnet and storms back to his room.

So you’re dating now.

And honestly it’s-

Awesome.

Jungkook is so soft for you.

Because everything is new and shiny and you smell so good and kissing you is THE BEST.

You guys decide to go a bit slower physically because intimacy is not something that either of you take lightly (to each their own and all).

But that doesn’t mean you don’t kiss.

You kiss a lot.

Jungkook discovers he has a strange thing for marking you up.

Like he seriously loves to see his hickeys on you.

He never understood why that was a thing-

Until now. Now he totally gets it.

Because that’s his mark. That’s where he has been. And you showing it off is kinda hot.

You love it though and more often than not, you mark him up right back.

Which leads to a VERY awkward dinner one night when his parents drop by the apartment unexpectedly and his mother gasps “Sweetheart what happened to you?!” in a voice just dripping with maternal concern.

Ok. So you got a bit carried away.

And you want to crawl into the dishwasher and die.

No big deal.

Still his mom actually likes you a lot. (And - you discover later - she knew exactly what happened to him. There is no question which parent Jungkook inherited his devious streak from.)

Jin forgives you for the bra incident and only threatens to tell your friends about it once a week.

The first month of your relationship is filled with adorable little milestones-

Meeting more friends.

Learning each other’s food preferences.

Jungkook teaches you how to do laundry correctly.

(You were apparently doing it wrong.)

(You had no idea there was like a ritual geez-)

You like to snuggle up next to him and read while he plays Overwatch.

Jungkook blushes every time you hold hands in public.

Telling all your mutual friends you were dating was a sweet moment.

They noticed the two of you getting closer - so it wasn’t a huge surprise.

Apparently Tae and Jimin have been teasing him about his crush on you for weeks.

A crush he vehemently denied all the way up to the day you started dating.

Jin pretends to be shocked every time you guys are affectionate.

Namjoon forgets that you’re dating twice and has to be reminded.

Your PDA is definitely understated

Hand holding and heads on shoulders - maybe the occasional peck on the cheek or the lips...

Jungkook is private and although he likes attention (from others) in general - he wants it when he wants it and on his terms.

You are somewhat similar in this regard.

Every day you’re with him, he’s more sure that this is something real.

Something permanent.

Your relationship is not without the occasional wild moments.

Like the first time you give him head.

He had some thing he had to go to and needed decent dress clothes.

Most of his wardrobe was either suburban goth chic or just full snuggle gear so you dragged him to the local Kohl’s.

By the second outfit you’re basically dying.

WHY IS YOUR MAN SO FINE THO?!

…yeah you wanna taste that cock.

He comes out in another outfit and YOU CAN SEE IT.

There is an outline.

This is torture.

Sweet creamy muffins and scones - he is BUILT.

You need to taste it.

You might actually expire if you can’t.

Jungkook jumps (and makes a little noise) when you crawl underneath the dressing room door.

He’s shirtless.

Oh mercy he is SO SHIRTLESS.

Your mouth is actively watering.

His eyes are huge again.

He does the huge eye thing a lot.

“What are you doing?”

You ignore him and dive for his pants.

He yelps and falls back against the corner

“Keep quiet Kookie I need this!”

“Wait - What do you - oh -OOOh my GO-”

Long story short - you’re both banned from Kohls for life.

Worth.

You guys planned your first time together.

He was gonna take you out to a fancy restaurant and you were gonna buy fancy lingerie and the whole thing was gonna be so romantic (and fancy).

Jungkook is actually really romantic.

Those boots he wears tend to confuse people.

But he’s an old soul

And he has this planned out - down to the smallest detail.

You only get your first time with someone once.

...But life doesn’t always go according to plan.

You’re walking to Jungkook’s apartment when Tyler jogs up beside you.

Go away Tyler.

You don’t say these words out loud.

You don’t say anything out loud.

Tyler is your ex and if you said actual words to him, it would violate your vow of never speaking to him again.

Tyler - however - is thick as a brick.

“I miss you.”

“...”

You walk faster.

“We were good together, right?”

Wrong. Please disappear. You break into a light jog.

“I’ve been thinking about you a lot.”

Don’t hurt yourself. Thinking really isn't your strong suit-

“I want you back.”

Oh good grief.

You’re basically sprinting now.

Annnnd he’s still keeping up. Curse your short little legs.

The doors of Jungkook’s apartment building are IN VIEW.

If you can just get to him-

“Hey, did you hear me?!”

Oh not good.

There are few things men like less than being ignored.

No matter how many times you tell men (of this particular viral strain) that you literally - in the purest sense of the word - do not want to share air or conversation with them again for as long as you roam the earth-

They never quite seem to get it.

“Tyler. I don’t think about you. Not at all. I’m happy - and your absence is a huge part of that.”

Tyler blinks.

Oh sweet mother of molasses - he’s crying.

And you are actually really hungry. Why TODAY?! He couldn’t have bothered you on a day you didn’t skip lunch?

OH - now he’s reeeaching for y- EEP!

“Tyler - you’re snotting all over my shirt - so could you please-”

You roll your eyes - ready to metaphorically shake your fist at the universe.

When you see something.

Someone.

Jungkook.

He’s watching some other dude slobber all over you with this soft broken expression.

And you see red.

Annoying you is one thing.

But he hurt your baby’s feelings.

It is ON.

“GET OFF TYLER OR I SWEAR BY MY PRETTY PINK NOTEBOOK IMMA CALL YOUR MOM!”

Tyler and all your books go flying backwards. (You’re pretty strong when you want to be.)

You step on him as you run to Jungkook.

Jungkook was feeling kinda of vulnerable and confused and maybe even a little angry when he first arrived on the scene.

But watching you literally walk over that babbling tool to hurl yourself into his arms is honestly hilarious and he’s snorting by the time your chest collides with his.

You don’t let go of him till you’re inside the apartment.

You never want to see that look on his face again.

He was clearly ready to be hurt.

But then he trusted you instead.

And LAWD.

It was so sexy.

Too sexy to just let go.

You need this man inside of you like 5 minutes ago.

You’re already unbuckling his belt.

You have to get his skin on yours.

It’s necessary like air and food and gummy bears.

Clothes hit the coffee table - the couch - the TV-

And oh he feels like heaven from the first thrust…

Just like you knew he would.

Also - not that Tyler would know this - but-

Apparently you ARE loud during sex.

Also apparently - Jin was napping in his bedroom.

And thought you were being murdered.

And came to save you.

And immediately regretted his life choices.

“OH MY GO- YOU HEATHENS - NOT IN THE LIVING ROOM-”

Poor Jin.

Soon you start spending the night at Jungkook’s apartment once or twice a week.

At first everything is really classy and curated.

You style your hair in a pretty braid and brush your teeth before bed, and wear your cutest pajamas, and then you “fall asleep” serenely on your back like some sort of cursed Disney Princess.

Similarly, Jungkook crawls into bed next to you smelling faintly of deodorant and fresh laundry.

He is careful to share all cover and pillow space equally.

By week four of co-sleeping all of that is out the window.

Your hair is in a messy bun and you’re wearing one of his shirts.

You tend to steal most (all) of his pillows to cuddle under your various limbs.

Jungkook is shirtless.

He’s learned that if he wants any covers or pillows - he HAS to beat you to the bed or you will be sleeping atop them all like Smaug.

Similarly, you have learned that if he beats you to the bed - you need to wrap one corner of the covers around your wrist and hold on for dear life, because as soon as Jungkook loses consciousness, he begins to cocoon himself in the bedding-

Which ends with you waking up in the middle of the night freezing next to a human burrito.

The first REAL fight you have is terrible.

It happens right after Jin and his girlfriend get engaged. They buy a house so you and Jungkook move in together.

Honestly neither of you can remember what the initial disagreement was about.

But things got intense.

Feelings were hurt.

Jungkook storms out of the apartment in the rain.

You hear the door slam

… and you just sit in the living room and sob till your chest hurts.

You wonder idly if you’ve crossed a line.

Then he calls you 20 minutes later.

“Baby I’m sorry. I don’t care about any of it. I - I don’t want to lose you.”

You can hear him crying on the phone and your heart shatters into a million pieces

“Where are you?”

There’s a long pause-

“I don’t actually know. I just… started walking. I’m-”

The car keys are already in your hand.

“Drop a pin. I’m coming.”

Oddly enough... this is the moment you know...

You and Jungkook…

This... is it.

The real deal.

Your heart does a funny little dance.

The deal of a lifetime…

In every past relationship - a fight like this would have you searching for a way out.

But right now...

All you can think about is a way forward.

You’ve told him you love him before, and you honestly believed you meant it.

But it’s different in this moment.

When you see him standing there in the rain - looking so lost and alone - something deeper and stronger rises up in your chest.

This is love.

You’re out of the car and shouting his name and when he turns - you can see everything you’re feeling mirrored back in his eyes.

Real love.

His arms wrap around you as his body shakes with sobs against yours.

This is what matters.

Only this.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Endnote: This is my first headcanon fic. Pretty please tell me what you think? I promise it will make my whole day. Feedback truly does inspire me to keep writing.

#jeon jungkook #jungkook #jungkook smut #jungkook scenarios #bts #ficswithluv #networkbangtan #bangtanarmynet #btscreatorscorner #bangtanidx #heartsforbts #magicshopnet

2K notes · View notes

scoups4lyfe · 2 years ago

Text

Journal Entries of Bipolar sh*t compiled to Show the Mind of Someone with BP:

[Entries from my mood journals:]

TW: Mental Health

These entries are personal, I wrote them as I was going through whatever I end up writing about, I took out any personal details so it reads like ANON.

[Next]

Energy Levels:

July 15th 2020:

Questionable levels of energy. Went to bed at 9am and woke up at 6pm. Just really tired, I feel just,,,, exhausted in an empty almost depressive kind of way. Could a depressive episode be looming on the horizon? Conversely, however, my energy has been pretty high the last three-four days at least. I’ve been somewhat motivated, getting work done, and also having major problems with insomnia that really kind of came out of nowhere. That’s why I couldn’t fall asleep until 9am last night. (Though my time blindness when doing things I enjoy certainly doesn’t help.)

July 16th 2020:

(went to bed at 9am, awoke at 7pm)

Another feeling of low energy. I’d rate it about 3.5/10 (5 being normal.) Mood wise, I'm in a rather neutral mood, though I’m starting to worry that it’s getting more and more apathetic. (Especially when I’m dehydrated.)

Executive dysfunction is rearing its ugly head. It’s hard for me to do things, I kinda want to curl into a ball and do nothing for great periods of time. I find it hard to really be motivated or to make myself WANT to look nice when I see my friend tomorrow. It’s actually kind of worrying, but my overall mood (as I said) is still pretty neutral.

July 17th, 2020: A solid 3/10

(Bed @ 7/8-ish am. Woke at 1:09pm to go to a friend’s.)

I just feel tired and kinda zen, not gonna lie. Like relaxed and ready to slip into unconsciousness at any moment. Not necessarily as apathetic as yesterday, but that could be because I am around my good friend, and being around my good friends makes me happy, distracted, and more energized, even with barely any sleep.

July 18th 2020:

Bed time: Close to 11:30 pm Wake Up: Close to 9am. (Like 8:40 am or something)

A solid 2.2/10

I’ve had low energy for a bit now and I know it’s starting to roll into my apathetic depressions. Today [friend] wanted me to go to the gym/pool with [them] and I was REALLY not feeling it, but [they] were gungho for it and were talking about it like it was already going to be a done-deal. This kinda soured me because I really do not want to move around much when I’m like this and I ESPECIALLY did not want to go to the pool— I knew I’d be the only one in the pool, alone, because I didn’t bring shoes so I either had to wait horrendously by myself in the locker room or pool it out alone until someone joined me after their workout.

I DID feel great when I stepped into that lukewarm shower before having to get into the pool, but like, WOAH MAN, I got super apathetic, I contemplated just staying in the shower for an hour and like hOO wow. Not great. 0/10 would not recommend.

I did actually enjoy the pool though and after about 15 minutes of [friend] joining me I began to go back to a more neutral state of mind, so that was good.

When we went to the mall it was fun too, but for some reason (I can’t even explain why) I hit a low— low, and started to second-guess everything (even my friendship with them) and wondered if I should never talk or see them ever again from then on. It was really melodramatic and I don’t even know why I thought about it for a minute there. After a few minutes I was snapped back to normal by hanging out with my friends and then I was kinda okay again.

Emotionally (when I’m not feeling low energy/apathetic/empty AF) I feel on the verge of just breaking down into tears and laughing like a maniac.

July 24th

Bed: 9pm-ish Woke: 5am

Energy: 4-ish (Maybe even a bit more of a 3.5 rn)

These last few days have been a blur tbh. I went on a webtoon-reading, what-music-was-I-listening-to-in-middle-school binge these last couple of days and so I remember not much. The hyper focus really had me there lol.

July 28th 2020:

Bed: 1:15 am Woke: 6:30 am

Mood: When I was awake earlier and reading, about a 3. RIGHT NOW??? 1.5/10 and quickly approaching a meltdown.

I am SO SO tired and almost about to have an emotional breakdown for no reason. I have no idea where this is coming from but I am going to tuck into bed and disappear from existence because I need to sleep for 19hrs or I WILL throw a fit.

**Some notes for July 28th. I tried to sleep at 7/8pm because I felt an incoming meltdown. But then I was suddenly wide awake? Like my energy was at a 7 while my mood was at a 0.5. Basically, not fun, would never repeat again.

July 31st, 2020:

Bed: Around midnight/1 am woke: 3pm.

Energy: 4/10

I don’t know why I slept for so long, but I def. could have slept longer. In fact most of the day I felt kind of bleh.

Not terrible enough to lie down but also not normal-normal.

August 26th, 2020:

Woke: 7pm Slept: 9/10am

Mood: 4.5/10

In general I’ve felt fine. Not as exhausted, and definitely in a good mood. Maybe it’s because I’m purposefully taking it easy while still trying to accomplish the small things. Ahhhh I feel so accomplished, yo!!!

But just as a general warning, I don’t know how long I’ll be able to stay optimistic. (Hopefully for a long time.) I just feel the depressive episode on the horizon. For now, I’m doing self care so that I can fight it off, but hopefully it won’t be “only a matter of time.”

Thursday — September 17th, 2020:

Slept: 1am woke: 7:30am

Mood: 5/10 ENERGY: 2.5/10

Though I’m in a pretty genial mood, I just feel so tired. Which makes no sense because yesterday I woke up at like 7pm and went to bed at 1am. So WHAT TF bro. I’ve just been lying in my bed all day because that’s like the only way I feel somewhat decent.

Kinda want to take a nap but I know that’ll do me absolutely no good whatsoever, so I’m gonna stay awake and try to be as productive as I can be when I’m lying down in a horizontal position.

[Journal Entry]

“Saturday: October 10th, 2020 — Around Night

Right now I feel invincible. Like I can write and capture that perfect melody. Pen to paper. Pencil to sketchbook. For this moment, just right now, I feel as if I could do anything, and that makes me so, so, happy.

Today is a happy day, which is made funnier or perhaps more ironic by the fact that I didn’t even want to wake up today. [Which I did, begrudgingly, at 6pm-ish.]

The tides really do come and go. So never feel too down. At some point you’ll feel like this again. The cogs keep turning and life goes on.

Mood: 10/10 Energy: 10/10.”

[End quote]

...

“October 13th, 2020 — Tuesday, 10:45 AM.

So many thoughts have taken travels in my hand. Today I feel invincible again. Much like I did in the last entry. I have been an unfortunate disappointment to my family, though. My energy, motivation, and time has been entangled lately. Entangled deep into my mind, my media, and the interests I partake in: The Void ™.

Therefore I haven’t been of much help, entertainment, or enjoyment for my loved ones. Last Sunday our relatives gathered at our house to celebrate [my brother's] birthday. Yet I stayed in bed. I did not celebrate with them, and ignored their asks of me. I’m quite disappointed in myself for being this way. I can only strive to be better. I may not have been energetic or involved these last few days, but I feel much better now that I’ve gotten rest.

Though I’ll always be fighting with that void that distracts and captures my attentions, I won’t let these strings choke me.” [End Quote]

…

October 18th 2020:

Slept: 10am Woke: 4am

Mood:2.5/10. Energy:2/10

I just feel very anxious (like pit of nervous energy going 100mph in my stomach) anxious. I’m gonna try and nap the wired energy off cause it’s making me panicked

[Journal Entry]

“October 18th, 2020 — Sunday, 3:46 AM

I’ve gone and slept all of saturday. But hopefully this will fix my sleep schedule. I’m also (not quite anxious, but I know the tension is there, rising, ready to explode on the horizon. Already it’s October 18th, and yet it feels as if I’ve accomplished nothing. And perhaps I haven’t.”

[End quote]

…

“October 24th, 2020 — Saturday, 9:55 PM.

At the beginning of this page I felt indescribable emotion fill me. Everything was pointless. I’d forgotten how to fly and instead remembered how to nap. For a singular moment I wanted to sleep into nonexistence. I wanted to cry, too. But mostly, I was just tired. I could do nothing but sit and want to sleep, and I had not even the strength or energy to loathe myself for this. So I decided to scrapbook instead and then maybe sleep after I’d written all this leak in me from pen to paper. But in the (time it) took for me to design the page I fell out of my emotional range. Instead I felt calm. Pacified. Silly, isn’t it? I’m supposed to edit today and tomorrow, but I’ve let today slip away.

I’ve also eaten too much again. I feel sick. Like I’m eating as much as I can before a hibernation. Does my body feel a depressive episode coming before I do? Is that it? Or is my overeating and lack of control leading me into a spiral? I shouldn’t be feeling like this. So much anxious, emotional energy. I’m wired as shit and I hate this jittery-ness.

It’s suffocating. Like a snake’s wrapped itself over me and keeps constricting, tighter, and tighter, and tighter, till there’s nothing left.”

[End of entry]

…

“November 10, 2020 — Tuesday

Pros: I watched lupinranger like 3 times in the span of 3 days.

Cons: I watched lupinranger like 3 times in the span of 3 days.”

[End Quote]

[Around 3 month time skip]

[Sunday, February 28th, 2021 — 2:04 AM]

“I’m treading water. Another month passes. Hopefully I’ll make all I can of this last day. I walked some, but I still haven’t reached my desired destination. Guess I have no choice but to keep going! Everything has a time. I can only continue trying. That’s all I can do. To quit is to have nothing for myself, not even dreams. ‘Being confident that he who began a good work in you will carry on to completion until the day of Jesus Christ.’ (-Something Phillipians.)

I dream of many things. I pray that March gives me what I need. Please be here with me, hold my hand in these times and keep me close in your thoughts. I’m trying. I’m always trying. Day by day, hour by hour, sometimes minute by minute. I can’t do this alone. (I wish I could.) My brain is so easily distracted and it’s hard to get by even doing things I joy. I wish I had something that could force me to function. All I have is myself.

One day I won’t just be writing dreams with no evidence. Every step is part of the journey (even if it doesn’t feel like it.) So thank you for walking with me. I don’t have the strength to do this alone. Please, please hold my hand through the anxieties and whisper that it’ll be alright. I’m blindfolded, and I’m walking on a tightrope, and I need you to tell me when and how to jump so that I’ll land in the net. I’m blind but I’m listening. September 30th feels a lightyear away. It’s hard to forget the lack when you’re faced with it everyday. And I’m unsure. Please tell me that it’s worth it. Please. Please help me. Please. Please lead me. Please help me.”

[End of entry.]

Part: [1], [2], [3], [4]

This is the first part of the journal entries, I'll be uploading another compilation after each newly posted PPT essay.

Bipolar PPT Essay: [1], [2], [3], [4], [5], [6]

Visuals of depressive episodes: (1), (2)

PPT Essay Extras: (1), (2), (3)

[Next]

#here y'all go #now after this I'll liveblog more revice <33 #my thougts #manic depression #bipolaire #actually bipolar #fvcking moodswings ⚡️✌️#journal #diaryposting #online diary #writing #good source for peeps who want to write a Bipolar character #neurodiversity #neurodivergencies

6 notes · View notes

saiyanprincessswanie · 3 years ago

Text

I have spent the last two weeks talking with people I consider friends on here. I have gotten advice and opinions on whether or not I will continue to do my weekly reading lists. After much consideration, I have decided once I reach the one year mark next weekend that I will be discontinuing it. There were many factors that went into this decision.

First, the hate was overwhelming. I was getting an average of 5-10 a week from what I call troll accounts. (Accounts made up of letters, numbers and no activity) the comments ranged from name calling to actual threats of death and sexual assault. Each blog was reported. I had to turn off my anon months ago because of this. But it just progressed to these troll accounts. Why was I getting these hateful comments and threats? All because I write a some dark fics and support dark content writers. I have always said if you don’t like these topics you can either scroll past them or filter them out. 🤷🏻‍♀️ I can’t tell you how many times I cried from what was said to me. I tried to roll it off my shoulders but I’m sorry words hurt.

Secondly, I made the lists originally to support writers. I have always wanted to do for others and be their cheerleader because that’s who I am in real life outside of tumblr. Over time I felt I was doing my part in the community by spreading positivity. I never once asked for anything in return but secretly was hoping others may want to support me. I have seen so many people post there is a lack of support on tumblr and notes are low on fics. Personally I feel if we all did our part and supported each other then we would all easily be well over a few hundred notes, comments and reblogs. If you aren’t supporting others by commenting and reblogging then others won’t return the favor. Of course, that’s my opinion and I know I will be getting hate for it. But I’m worn out mentally. I hate to be ugly about this but going forward I’m probably going to only support writers who do the same in return. Why should I continue what I’ve been doing for a year when I don’t get the same courtesy?

I’ve always said there is going to be a time where I reach the point of it not being fun anymore and when that happens I will step away. I’ve reached that point, especially after that nasty message I got two weeks ago. It’s not fun. Certain things that use to make me happy don’t anymore. When I see that positive light in myself start to dim I know this isn’t worth it anymore. I will be debating on whether to move my work exclusively over to ao3.

I want to thank those who have been genuine to me. Who have been a true friend and not fake to my face. Lord knows I’ve heard the rumors what others think of me and at this rate I don’t care anymore. Life is way too short to worry about popularity. I’ve always been an odd duck and never fit in. For now, I will be preparing over the next couple of weeks my vascular surgery that I started last year that almost took my life. For me, being in a good headspace will help me persevere through what lies ahead of me health wise.

Positivity. Love. Support. Encouragement. I will continue to do these things in my own way.

Much love - Missy 💜

#discontinue rec lists #no more reading lists #still supporting my friends #missy speaks

67 notes · View notes

mizgnomer · 3 years ago

Note

Hi!

I found u through your very great gifs & u seem like the best person to ask this. so my younger sibling has decided that david is the best after watching good omens (I skipped the newt and anethema bed scenes) ducktales and with me. And I don’t blame them lol Is there anything else I can show them that’s pg 13/ ok for 10 year olds to watch?

(We’re also watching doctor who series one and they wanted to skip it the first few episodes but now we’re towards the end, they love it)

I’ve been been checking the commonsense media site for ratings but I thought it’d be easier to ask someone who’s seen a lot of his stuff

Hi Anon! Apologies for the delay in responding, it's been a busy week

I'm glad your sibling is enjoying Doctor Who so far, because that would definitely be at the top of my recommendations list. My kiddos also grew up listening to the How To Train Your Dragon audiobooks, at least in part because David does such an excellent job narrating them. He's also in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (but not very much, and as a baddie) so I don't know if that gets to count or not.

If they end up really getting into Doctor Who, I'm also a big fan of the "Doctor Who Confidential" series, which gives a behind-the-scenes look at the making of each Doctor Who episode. I've always loved being able to look behind the curtain and see how tv is made, plus you get to see how much fun David was having on that set.

I'm really looking forward to Around the World in 80 Days, which will hopefully be out around in December, and should be appropriate (I think).

That being said, most of his other stuff is fairly adult-themed and probably not terribly appropriate for a 10 year old. David has done lots of great voice work for animation, including things that go over well with older kids (you mentioned DuckTales, so maybe they would also like Amazon's Eden, Aardman's The Pirates in an Adventure with Scientists, and David's episodes of Star Wars: The Clone Wars)

The movie What We Did on Our Holiday is rated pg-13, and The Decoy Bride (a rom com) is PG. Your mileage may vary on how much a 10 year old would like those though. Also, if they ever get into Shakespeare, David & Catherine Tate's Much Ado About Nothing is all kinds of excellent (as is his Hamlet & Richard II).

I'm not sure that I helped very much (hopefully people can add comments/replies if they think of things I've neglected to mention), but I wish you and your sibling all the best while bonding over David Tennant content!

#anon asks #good luck anon!

39 notes · View notes

interact-if · 3 years ago

Note

Umm hi 👉👈 I realized that most of the asks you guys get are about games and rec lists. You guys deserve so much recognition for the work you put in this blog, so I wanted to ask if I can do a little get-to-know-the-mods thing? If that's okay!

1. Besides writing, what are your hobbies?

2. Do you have a niche interest right now?

3. Any fave songs/artists/bands?

4. Any fave movies/tv shows?

5. On a scale of 1-10, how likely would you survive in your wip's world?

You can totally ignore this if you guys want, no pressure. Anyway, much love to all the interact-if mods! You guys are incredible! ❤

We saw this ask and we went 👀 👀 👀 so we’re happy to answer! Thank you so much for the fun ask!

We also rated our survivability in all of our collective games, since Mars isn't an author! Fun stuff! Spoilers, though: it’s really not looking so great for me (Dani) but that’s fine!!! 😌

1. I’m a photographer as well as a graphic artist (but not like. A painter/drawer kind of artist!) and, on a general level, a maker and a tinkerer!

2. Fountain pens! I only write with ink, and only with fountain pens, and I use bottled inks/converters!

3. I’m pretty eclectic with music, but my top genres are alt rock, indie, indie pop, etc, as well as top 40s and some rap.

4. I feel like this is the hardest one for me to answer? Favorite movies/shows? Avatar: the Last Airbender has been a favorite show of mine since I was a little kid, but I have a harder time thinking of shows I would call a favorite in recent years. There are shows I’ve liked, and a lot of shows I’ve watched. But I’m picky! And demanding! It takes a lot to earn a place in Dani’s Trophy Case of Favorites. 😌 I would say I quite liked A Quite Place (movie), and I liked Us (movie). When it comes to TV shows, I have a hard time being pleased with them if they don’t end well. As a result, I have a penchant for a good limited series/miniseries (because they’re stories that have an end in mind and the plot reflects that, dagnabbit).

5. Heh. Okay.

In The Goodfellows? I think I stand I chance. I can exercise my sparkling wit and lovable personality to the best effect. I’m gonna give myself an 8/10 survivability rating. Even if I don’t have the right skills, I can go crying to the person who does and they’ll save me. Maybe.

In Creatures’ Cradle? I’m super $**!%d. 😌 1/10 survivability rating. And that 1 is me being nice to myself. The day the apocalypse breaks out I would probably be patient 0. I am self-aware. I would not do well in an apocalypse. Zombies care not for aforementioned sparkling wit and lovable personality, and I have all the muscle of a boiled spaghetti noodle. So it’s a no go.

Greater Than Gods (Cruz): Well. I’m going to be optimistic. And say that I have the wisdom not to do things I shouldn’t do and not to rock boats I shouldn’t rock. I’m going to give myself a 7/10 based on insider information, but also based on reckless optimism!

Vardir (Cruz): Cruz says this is a lighthearted game, so 10/10 LOL.

When it Hungers (Roast): I’m giving myself a nice, mediocre 5/10. I think I could put my mind to work here; I joke that I’m the village idiot, but I’m actually pretty smart! Unfortunately, I’m also curious, and maybe a little bad with authorities who won’t answer my questions. So I knocked off a lot of points due to the fact that I’d probably poke the metaphorical bear. So it’s a real coin flip as to whether I’d really make it or not.

Orthall Bay (Nines): Considering the genre is “horror” and the game intro includes the words “monster” and “maim,” I’m giving myself a whooping, enthusiastic 3/10. Yes, folks, I am that confident in myself! Once again, I can’t charm the socks off a monster (or can I?), so one of my greatest weapons is snatched from beneath my feet. Alas!

1. Beloved I’m a college student in the middle of a pandemic... i can hardly even write LOL i do draw at times which u can see in my personal blog (nothing too good really) and i used to do karate before things went to shit <3

2. Nothing niche I believe? All I do is leave Netflix as bg noise every day n play popular videgames (genshin)

3. Porter Robinson <3 I love Bea Miller a lot as well but lately I’ve been feeling Porter a lot

4. The Good Place <3

5. My WIPs:

Greater than Gods: Highly situational, the world GtG is set in is as broad as the real world LOL so I don’t have an universal answer. But keeping it vague, and knowing my own personality, I feel like 5/10. depends on my luck.

Vardir: 10/10 no one dies in Vikgade, unless you’re a hunter but I wouldn’t be a hunter <3

Others’ WIPs

I'm gonna give myself a solid 5/10 in all other WIPs because y'all aren't writing lighthearted stories either. I feel like as long as I avoid the role of the MC I will be mostly fine. I hope. But as Dani said I'm also prone to fight the wrong person and dig my own grave so 😌

1. Well, writing is a very, very, very, distant hobby since Words Hard, but I like to crochet and sculpt a little! Anything to do with fiddling with my hands and I’m good to go. And like, debatable but graphic design is my passion [insert clown emoji here since Tumblr said No]

2. Oh yeah a bunch! DnD yelling at people, thinking of arson, crocheting, rock climbing and simply vibing. I got into podcasts a few years ago and I’m always looking for more recs, so if you have some, hmu 😤

3. Pls,,,,my music taste is,,,so weird do not let me expose myself with lack of consistency but uhh. Current songs that are stuck in my head include; Cult of Dionysus , Achilles Come Down and The Last Shanty

4. If you’ve ever spoken to me before, I probably yelled about Pacific Rim to you or at you. Plus I love all The Mummy films and really enjoyed Castlevania (s3 excluded, we do not perceive that) as well!

5. Ah, mod survival simulator pt. 3

Alright, let’s go! I don’t have a WIP because again, words hard, but like, considering how feral I am when not tryna seem professional hm...

The Goodfellows: I wanna say a solid 7/10 because I’d hardcore vibe with the Traveler and probably instigate so much nonsense. I can also bribe with blueberry cake so maybe.

Creature’s Cradle: maybe a 4/10 and only because of pure spite keeping me alive long enough to smack someone. I’ve prepared for hypothetical zombie apolcapyses and I won’t hesitate to bap, but will be bapped back because I’m weak as hell.

Greater Than Gods: a toss up between 2/10 and 7/10! I can vibe and be chill but I also have terrible impulse control so...

Vardir: hm....I think pretty good survival rates all around? If you ask me to fight then like, okay sure, your knees are mine. So maybe a 8/10?

When it Hungers: .......8/10 just because I’d refuse to die if I can be a cool creature. Living for the aesthetic can and will drag me outta hell. But I’m also clumsy as hell so I’d probably crash as a porcelain or hold a rooster and perish (aka, real rating is a good 3/10)

Orthall Bay: 2/10, nope. Nope I’d be taken out in a heartbeat. Monsters can go pspsps and I’d head straight into the dark creepy forest like a fool if someone comes @ me. Half the time I’ll just assume it’s sfx makeup and vibe until it’s too late.

god, never put me in a universe where I cannot squawk like a bird and throw pebbles from a window. Oof

Anon, you're so sweet! I give you a forehead smoomch <333 As for your questions...

1. If I'm not writing, I'm usually watching video essays on Youtube. My go-to channels as of right now is Disrupt and Aperture! I just really like their videos. Aside from that, I recently got into podcasts. Currently going through Hello From The Hallowoods and Shelter and Warning, which are made by queer creators!

2. Oh oof, there's quite a bit so I'm just gonna put down one thing. For some reason, I really got into collecting tiny astronaut things? I recently bought this astronaut desk light, and I've got a package coming in for the miniatures I ordered. No purpose for them other than I think they're neat <3

3. I'm a bit private with my music taste (even tho I have Spotify connected on Discord lmao), but there's 5 songs that I'm currently obsessed with. I keep replaying them over and over again. Just squeezing all the serotonin I could get outta them.

4. I can't really say I have a fave TV show or movie because I can't really just pick one, but my current fave is 9-1-1 and Resident Alien. 9-1-1 because I just really love the found-family dynamics and how the show tackles sensitive topics, and Resident Alien because it's lighthearted comedy. My all-time fave movie is Flipped! I have the book too and I like rereading from time to time <3

5. You're in for a doozy, anon, because we're rating each other's games <333

The Goodfellows: 7/10

Listen. Shenanigans with the Traveler. I would get up to so many of them and that is what'll get me possibly bodied, not the actual environment itself <3

Greater than Gods: 7/10

I like to think I have enough common sense to uhhh not recklessly flip stones that should not be flipped <3 I'm a cautious and skeptic person irl so I think I'll hold up well? Then again, it's a vast environment change and while I can adapt pretty quick, I wouldn't like the lack of control in the unknown.

Vardir: 10/10

Going off what Cruz said, Vardir is lighthearted and focused on personal growth so I think I'll be okay! Self-growth here I come, babey!

Creatures' Cradle: 8/10

Maybe I'm overestimating myself, but I think I'll be able to survive in a supernatural post-apocalyptic world! Ah, but it depends on the motivation though. I like the idea of rebuilding communities and eventually societies, but the survival turmoil would be a constant battle I'd have to overcome. If we're talking survival itself though, I think I'll do well.

When it Hungers: 8/10

That's probably my wishful thinking but I think I'll be fine. Maybe. Possibly. Don't like the idea of being regulated by an organization so if I was a non-human creature that could pose a problem but I can roll with it <3

Orthall Bay: 6/10

Assuming I'm not playing as MC, my chances of survival uhhh changes quite drastically. Not enough to guarantee an untimely demise, but certainly enough that it would constantly keep me on my toes. I think that's the safest answer I can get without spoiling anything lmao

Thank you so much for asking! It's super sweet of you <3

1. Too many :'D I knit, I sew, I do carpentry (well, learning), I bake, I'm hammering away at HTML and CSS, my job kind of encourages learning new things and I take that to picking up new hobbies!

2. My time is kind of consumed with school work and work work and WIP work so not a lot of time to pursue niche interests right now. I've been watching a lot of horror game playthroughs, true crime youtubers, and an adorable show on Netflix called the Repair Shop <3

3. My taste in music is "what am I vibing with atm?" I've been listening to a lot of 80's music atm (don't @ me), but also Lo Fang and Kaleo, and whatever spotify recommends me on my discover weekly which is usually complete chaos.

4. I love the Mummy even though it hasn't aged 100% well (I'm a librarian, of course it's one of my gotos LOL), Legally Blonde, Leverage, Jumanji (the original), I'm....very bad at having recent tastes... and very bad at remembering my favorites when asked.

The Goodfellows: I'm a creature of comfort, 5/10 if I can just luxuriate in town and not actually interact with the story sfjkdbsdkf

Creature’s Cradle: I'd like to think I have a 50/50 shot XD 5/10, I want to think I'd be decent at a zombie apocalypse but ultimately would suffer an early fate.

Greater Than Gods: 10/10 if I'm just vibing, less so if I'm involved in the actual story XD

Vardir: I'd still suffer without technology but I can also knit for a living in this world so I'm down 8/10

When it Hungers: I feel like I could vibe here, there's tech if dated, hot showers, telephones are around by now... might still get bored. 7/10 though it'd be cool to be another creature....I should make a 'what creature of snv are you' quiz!

Orthall Bay: 7/10 idk I feel like after the first monster of the week I'd just skip town XDDDD I'm the worst protagonist, I see danger I just leave.

#mod talk #long post #interact if: asks

53 notes · View notes

rawbins-undertale-blog · 3 years ago

Note

Ok! Just wanted to make sure I wasn't asking another venephobic/hemophobic person to write about venephobia lol.

(sorry if this is too detailed, but mostly what I want is just the last paragraph. I just wanted to provide some context of what s/o might be feeling in that situation. Might also be worth tagging with TWs for veins and blood mentions and blood draws)

So what about UF and HT bros with a really venephobic s/o. Just like- fuckin hates needles, nervous around knives, won't let anybody touch their veins, has to wear long sleeves so they don't see them. (This is somewhat my experience but I believe those are more universal symptoms)

Said venephobic s/o has to go get their blood drawn, insisted on by their doctor. They're terrified- in the past, I've always been having a panic attack while my blood is drawn and I /have/ to have another person in the room for me. That being said, I'm not sure if your boys are hemophobic so that could also cause issue.

But yeah- essentially, s/o is freaking out the night before their blood draw both hungry (cause the don't eat 12 hours before your appointment thing) and terrified, and then maybe a quick bit about what the Skele would do during the appointment?

~ Sincerely, a hoping they weren't too detailed Carpal Tunnel Anon ~

Dude I relate to this so much. I'm TERRIFIED of needles and drawing blood and taking vaccines and,, ugh *shudders*

Anyways,

UF + HT BROS WITH VENEPHOBIC AND S/O

RED (UNDERFELL SANS)

He doesn’t mind! He always tries to make sure you’re comfortable and picks up on your boundaries. If you tell him about your phobia (which he has, by that point, picked up on you having), he’ll be sympathetic about it because he totally gets it.

So, when you’re about to have your blood drawn and feeling miserable because of it, he’ll reassure you as best he can. He would give you comfort food but you can’t eat, and it makes him feel pretty bad.

Will definitely do anything you ask him so long as it won’t ruin the blood test or something. (So long as it’s within reason, obviously. He won’t find a way to bring dinosaurs back into existence even if that’s what you ask for.)

During the appointment, he’s holding your hand and saying anything he can to soothe you. There’s not much to do because you have to do this, and you’ll simply have to push through, but he’s saying anything he can to reassure you and promising that you’ll do something fun after this.

He distracts you as much as possible. Asks you beforehand what he should do to help too, maybe pre-planning like… an entire playlist of youtube videos even though you probably won’t be there for as long as that playlist goes on.

Overall rating: 10/10. Very helpful.

EDGE (UNDERFELL PAPYRUS)

He doesn’t get it. He really doesn’t. He’s been desensitized to a lot of things so he’s a bit confused.

But that’s not to say he’s invalidating your fears! Just because he doesn’t get it, that doesn’t mean he thinks it’s weird or “wrong”. He awkwardly reassures you that it’s fine and normal and will do his best to accomodate to your needs.

When you’re freaking out about the appointment, he is doing his best to soothe you. He’s, again, very awkward about it because how do you handle feelings???????

He’s done research and all that on how to help with panic attacks, anxiety attacks, anything and everything to do with how to handle your phobias, because he loves you a lot. Normally, to anyone else, he’ll usually say something along the lines of “YOU NEED TO TOUGHEN UP!” but that doesn’t feel right in this situation. Not to mention, you’re already tough! Maybe you just don’t have to be tough with everything.

Overall rating: 6/10. He’s doing his best?

DUSK (HORRORTALE SANS)

You and him both, buddy.

He’s lowkey freaking out with you but also trying his best to calm you down. What a mess. At least he’s really empathetic?

He’s also extremely anxious about you not getting to eat. It’s horrible and it gives him bad memories. Might try to get you to eat something even though you shouldn’t eat.

He is practically glued to your side. No way he’s letting you out of his sight, even if it makes him more than uncomfortable to see you getting your blood drawn.

Usually he doesn’t like purring in front of people he doesn’t trust, but he’s kind of like a cat and does that soothing purring in hopes of making you feel better.

Overall rating: 8/10. Freaking out a bit too much but he’s doing his best and he really understands you.

ASTER (HORRORTALE PAPYRUS)

He’s a bit better than his brother in this regard, but that’s not to say he doesn’t also get super uncomfortable near blood or sharp objects.

He’s much calmer about it, soothing you and just being very sweet.

But he is pretty upset that you can’t eat anything. What kind of garbage rule is that?! He does try to get you to eat something because it makes him really anxious when you’re hungry, so you’ll have to decline and explain to him why you can’t eat right now.

Super supportive during the appointment. He knows just what to say to distract you and maybe he’ll even tell you a pun to make you feel better. Maybe.

He’ll use whatever method he knows works best for you to make sure you get through the appointment in the smoothest way possible. Distracting you? He’ll do that. Saying soothing things? He’s your man. Just hold his hand? You’ve got it.

Overall rating: 9.5/10. Extremely helpful but he gets a minus .5 for being so insistent on the food thing.

51 notes · View notes

ppersonna · 5 years ago

Text

repentance - knj | m

now, let's imprint my name on that trophy and come back home - come back home, BTS

↳ summary- your boyfriend, Kim Namjoon, doesn’t like it when you flirt with other guys

↳ rating- explicit / 18+

↳ word count- 6k

↳ pairing- namjoon x reader

↳ genre- smut, this is all smut, there is nothing but smut here, there is no god in this chili’s tonight. this actively takes us further from the light.

↳ warnings- very hard BDSM, name calling, degradation, humiliation, spitting, caning/spanking, collaring, bondage, squirting, overstimulation, impreg kink lmfao, face fucking, Namjoon is a v sadistic dom but he is still sane, after care is important,

↳ a/n- well folks. here it is. The fic that pushed me past my comfort zone lmfafskadf. i am 100% grateful to @sombreboy for assisting me with this and being silly as fuck in the google doc. i could not have done it without his guidance lmfaooo. this was requested by anon and i hope i did it justice and i rly appreciate getting sent things that make me write things i normally wouldn’t! thank you for believing in me lmfao. pls feel free to interact with me however u want bc i love you all. Thanks for reading! namjoon if ur reading this pls forgive me

“I hope you had your fun, doll,“ Namjoon whispers harshly in your ear as you walk with him away from the dance studio. You’re covered in sweat, hot, and still you’re shaking like a leaf at the tone of your boyfriend’s voice.

So maybe you broke the rules. Maybe you danced with Jimin at practice a little too intensely, a little too provocatively. Maybe you grinded up against the blonde harder than you should, making the dancer sport a tent in his pants.

And maybe you did it in front of your boyfriend, that man who loved and dominated you.

Is it too late to say oops?

Namjoon is silent on the drive home. His face is expressionless, but his eyes give it away. He looks a touch angry, a touch excited, but he mostly radiates possession. If there’s something that Namjoon hates, it’s sharing you.

Your playful flirting with Jimin had been just that—playful. Jimin was your dance partner going on 10 years now, ranging from ballroom to jazz and tap, to contemporary and international. Jimin was always your go-to guy, best friend, and occasional fuck buddy. Namjoon knew this, knew the history between you two, but still allowed you your freedom in dancing and competing with the blonde. Sometimes it was just so easy to fall back on old habits, when you’d grind on Jimin so hard that he’d rip your shorts down and take you against the hardwood floor of the studio.

Even though you were quite happy in your relationship with Namjoon, it was hard to re-route the synapses that led elsewhere when you were dancing.

But you loved Namjoon, and you had for a long time. It was something you were working on, the flirting and the carelessness. Namjoon was supportive, loving, and a natural caretaker.

He was also a sadistic Dominant.

Where Namjoon was sensitive, sweet, communicative and giving in the streets, he was disgusting and filthy and downright heinous in the sheets.

And you loved every single aspect of it. There was nothing that thrilled you more than the control he wielded on you, the power in his gaze and in his hand, and the possession he took of you.

It was the reason none of your relationships worked out before him. Sure, there had been pleasant guys and excellent fucks like Jimin. But Namjoon was the entire package, plus some. You trusted him with your entire life, your whole being. He grew up alongside you, and you knew the man would rather injure himself than ever cause you harm.

It’s what made the punishments, the pain, even more delicious. He took you to your breaking point, sometimes even further, because he knew you could take it. And you trusted, loved and adored him for it.

But that didn’t mean it was easy.

No, while the punishments and pain were fun in the long run, they still sent a thrill of fear down your spine.

It’s been awhile since you got your boyfriend this worked up. Things had been pretty smooth sailing for the last few months. Sure, he was still a maniac in bed, but it was the scripted and practiced scenes you both knew by heart. Schoolgirl, nurse, secretary.

But this was real. Tangibly real. You could feel the tension rolling off his toned body, the heat of it ensnaring you, tying you up tight.

You want to apologize, open your mouth and begin the litany of sorry’s and I didn’t mean to’s, but your throat felt dry. You knew it was useless to try now, and the act might make him more upset.

The punishment he would inflict upon you would absolve you, baptize you of your sins. He’d sacrifice your flesh to be remade.

The car pulls into the garage of your shared home. Namjoon parks, closes the heavy door behind the car, then sits in the car staring straight ahead.

He’s silent for a moment. It puts your nerves on edge and he knows this, knows you hate the silence more than anything else.

“You are going to get naked. Right now.” He orders, still not facing you. He focuses his eyes on the wall of your garage. “You will leave your dirty clothes outside where they belong. And you will crawl from the car into the house.”

You nibble at your lip, waiting for more instructions. He turns and levels a look at you, and your body lights with fire.

“I want you to retrieve your collar and the handcuffs and bring them to me in the bedroom. You will get in position for me.”

He looks at you once more, seeking your eyes for any sign of fear, anything to tell him he’s going too far.

While your heart races, you nod and swallow tightly. You’re scared but not enough to stop him. You have a safe word for a reason but you haven’t needed to use it yet and you trust Namjoon more than you trust yourself.

He takes stock of your agreement and exits the car, leaving you alone as he trudged up the stairs leading to the house.

It takes one shuddering breath before you step out of the car, peel your sweaty workout clothes off, and slide down to your knees. There're cameras in the garage for security, and you know he’s watching them to ensure you’re listening to his orders.

The floor of the garage is dirty. You take one movement forward and look at your hands to find they’re already covered in black soot from the dirt and oils of the car tires driving in and out. You make a face but quickly pull out of it. This is your punishment.

You crawl up the steps and gingerly open the door, then make your way to your linen closet where your collar and handcuff remain when you’re not at home.

Namjoon gifted you with a home collar and a public collar. The public collar is a beautiful diamond circle pendant that hits right at the hollow of your throat.

The home collar, however, is made out of a study leather material, embedded with gorgeous diamonds. It’s heavy against your throat when you wear it. It’s a constant reminder of your subservient relationship to your Dom, your boyfriend.

The handcuffs hang from their specified hook. Black leather with chains connecting the cuffs. They’re strong, incredibly so, and the thought of being locked up makes your core tighten in excitement and fear.

With the items secure in your grasp, you return to your kneeling position and continue crawling towards the bedroom where your boyfriend awaits. Something inside you bubbles fiercely—what does he have planned for you? It’s been awhile since you’ve been quite literally at his mercy.

Namjoon is standing in front of the bed, arms crossed over his chest as you enter the room. You keep your eyes down, not making contact until he instructs for you to do so. You can feel the power and heat oozing off him, surrounding him like a cloud of authority. You approach and sit in front of him, knees spread wide and sat back on your heels. Your hands offer up the collar and the cuffs, palms up, as you avert his gaze.

“Look at you,” he tuts. “Filthy...” He removes the collar and cuffs off your hands and gazes at the black soot remaining from the dirty garage floor,

“But it suits you perfectly, doesn’t it?”, his voice was almost mocking you, ‘’A dirty slut.’’

Quite literally.

Namjoon sets aside your collar on the edge of the bed before crouching in front of you, a lopsided grin curling on his lips as he grabs your wrists as to inspect them,

‘’Even your pretty little hands are soiled, angel.’’ he tsked in disapproval, the mere sound of it making you feel smaller, eyes still fixed on the floor. After all, he hadn’t told you to look at him as of yet.

You don’t know why you thought he would ask you to wash your hands, but you quickly threw aside your anticipations as it catches you off guard with what he does next.

‘’Palms up, angel. Show me your hands.’’

A confused second passed, but you obliged nonetheless, raising both of your hands, palms up to him as if you were begging for something.

The mere sight was absolutely gorgeous to Namjoon.

Without a word, Namjoon collects enough saliva in his mouth, grabbing your wrists to pull your hands closer, letting his spit drip from his tongue down to pool in your hands. Your eyes widen as they stare at the floor, arms twitching instinctively at the foreign sensation.

His grasp around your wrists tightens, ‘’Stay still… Be a good girl, yeah?’’

You nod, relaxing your arms. However the muscles in them feel tired from holding them out for him like this. He knows, he can tell, but says nothing about it. He loves to watch you struggle, adamant to please him.

Besides, you deserve it, don’t you?

Once more, Namjoon spits in your hands. This time, it has a degrading intention; a harsh spitting sound as it lands in your hand. He stands up again, the angle even more delicious from above as he watches you obediently hold his pooled saliva like it was the most precious gift from him.

‘’Go on... Clean up.’’

You bite your lip as the slick saliva spreads in your hands. Your body thrums with humiliation and desire, mixing to make your legs quiver where they kneel before him. You clasp your hands together and rub your boyfriends spit in your hands, attempting to remove as much of the dirt as possible with what he’s given you. It’s messy—the spit is black from the soot. His eyes take you in, the image of you cleansing yourself with him, accepting his spit like the dirty whore you are, that he loves. It makes his cock throb in his jeans. Nothing gets him off quicker than putting you in your place, seeing you accept his degradation with pink cheeks and frightened eyes.

He pulls his shirt off his body and throws it to you carelessly.

“Use it to dry your hands,” he orders.

You comply, wiping the last off you with his shirt.

“Let me see.” You hold your hands up for him to inspect and he smirks, ‘’Good little slut.’’

His hands open the collar wide and you jerk slightly as you feel the pressure of it on your neck. Namjoon pulls it tight around you for a moment, cutting off your air supply, before he releases and secures the collar to sit high on your throat. The ‘O’ ring sits at the center proudly, a place he often uses to leash and drag you around like his pretty, perfect pet.

He moves away from you and towards the armoire at the side of your bedroom. Your heart gallops wildly. The armoire is full of his toys, punishment and reward alike. The unknowing of what he’s getting out to use on you has your cunt dripping with desire and fright.

There’s silence as he gathers his tools, then returns and places them on the nightstand.

“Look at me.” His voice is firm, unwavering.

You let your eyes flick up to his and your breath catches. He looks incredible. Shirtless, tight pants straining with the bulge of his cock, power exuding from his very pores. Your eyes dance on his chest for just a moment, soaking in the refined lines, then settle at his eyes. They’re darkened with lust, with intention. He looks at you like you are his next, and final, meal.

“I want you to bend over the bed. You will spread your legs and push out your pretty little ass. I’m going to cane you for what you’ve done today.”

Your eyes widen, and he relishes in the fright lingering. He hasn’t used the cane on you in a long time. It’s the most intense tools of impact you own—the one you’re most frightened of.

“You know your safe word, don’t you?” He asks.

You nod.

He tsks. “I asked you a question. Don’t make me open up that mouth for you. You won’t like what I’ll do.”

A shiver runs through you as you weakly open your mouth. “Yes, sir. My safe word is orange.”

He nods. “Good girl. Let’s hope we won’t need it and you’ll take what you are given, hm?” Another nod from you. “Now, do as you’re told.”

You hop up quickly, knees painfully red and sore now, and move towards the bed. You arch down, sticking your ass out towards your boyfriend and spreading your legs shoulder-length apart. He can see all of you, slick folds weeping with desire and anticipation, legs shaking in fear and arousal.

It’s intoxicating to Namjoon, the way you behave and listen. He loves the fright inside you, the way it soaks your cunt for him. He knows the cane is on the verge of being too much, he knows you’ll be weeping both from eyes and pussy at the end of it.

The wood is heavy in his hands. The cane is only a bit longer than a paddle, but it packs an even more intense blow.

“Tell me what you did today. Why do you deserve my cane?” He asks, allowing the cane to tap at your cheeks lightly. It makes you jerk and clutch at the blankets below you.

“I—I was dancing with Jimin, sir,” you murmur, voice tight with anxiety.

“Ah ah, you weren’t just dancing,” he corrects. “Don’t pretend to be innocent. You know what you did.”

As you open your mouth to speak, he brings the cane down at the tops of your thighs. It cracks heavily on the skin and makes your knees give out. The sting is like white, hot fire on your thighs. It burns, and makes your cunt clench around nothing. Tears spring at your eyes as you try to answer him.

“I was grinding on him!” you cry as your legs return to standing to accept the next blow.

“You were being a little. fucking. slut.” he intones, then punctuates his words with another whip of the cane—right at the center of your ass. The sound of it hitting your flesh echoes in the bedroom you share, and it makes you cry out in pain. Your knuckles were white from the grasp of the blankets—tears flooding you and spilling onto the duvet. “Say it!” He orders.

You whimper through your words. “I was being a slut, sir!”

‘’That’s right, you were being a filthy, horny cockslut.’’ He snarls, another whip echoing in the room as it falls harshly on your skin, ‘’Horny for Jimin’s cock with the way you were grinding on him, by the looks of it, isn’t that right?’’

He laughs mockingly, landing another whip on the same spot he previously caned, it would definitely bruise. But you didn’t care. And neither did he, he fucking loves your cries.

‘’Tell me, who’s cock are you really a whore for?!’’

He holds the cane high, anticipating your answer.

‘’Y-yours, daddy-- p-please!’’ You cry out, clawing at the sheets, legs quivering.

‘’That’s right, but apparently, you didn’t remember that today, angel.’’ He says with an awfully calm voice, cane still held high.

He ends his caning with one final blow, and it makes your vision black out with the intensity. You’re sobbing now, weeping into the blankets as your legs shake.

It’s the most intense pain you’ve ever felt, ever been dealt from your loving boyfriend. It forces you to understand just how upset you made him, just how angry watching you attempt to seduce another man makes him.

“You’re my little cumslut, you hear that? Mine!”

His hands smooth over your reddened ass, harsh burgundy lines marking where he punished you thoroughly. It makes you whimper through your cries, his warm hands simultaneously soothing and agitating the marks.

He only remains for a moment, ensuring the flare of pain is soothed. As sadistic as he is, he remains sane enough to ensure your safety. Your whimpers have slowed slightly, and he takes it as his opportunity to move on.

He reaches for the handcuffs and takes advantage of your prone position, bent over the bed. He works them around your wrists, tightening them just enough to leave you helpless. He pulls you up and presses his back against you, face at your ear.

“You took your first punishment well,” he encourages as he licks a stripe on your throat, right above the collar that symbolizes you as his. “But I’m not finished with you,” he sighs. “Little cock whores like you are never satisfied with just one little punishment, aren’t you?”

You sniffle and nod. “No sir, I n-need more.”

He chuckles—it’s dark and ominous.

“Dirty fucking slut.”

He turns you to face him and he kisses you roughly, no sign of the sweet and sensitive boyfriend. It’s the Jekyll to his Hyde; the sadistic Dom now kissing you cares only of getting off and making you take it.

His mouth is fiery—teeth biting at your lips and growling when he slips his tongue in your mouth.

“Gonna make you remember who the fuck you belong to, baby girl,” he warns as he pulls away. He urges you down to your knees and you’re easily complying.

His hands are at his jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping and making your mouth salivate in anticipation.

He steps out of his jeans, and you’re rewarded with his thick cock springing free from the confines of his jeans. You should have expected your boyfriend to go without boxers, but it’s a pleasant surprise nonetheless.

“Look at you,” he notes. “So desperate for my cock.” He grips it and teases it in front of you. You want to lean forward, capture it in your lips but you refrain and wait for the order.

“You think you deserve this? You think I should let you suck my dick after that little show you put on today?” He gives his length a stroke and it makes you nearly whine with need. “Little fucking bitch wants any cock she can get, why should I let you have mine?”

Your eyes shine with tears, still lingering from your caning and refreshing now with wet, hot desire for him.

“Beg.” He orders, holding his dick in front of your face tauntingly.

“P-please, daddy. Let me suck your cock,” you blubber. “Let me show you that you’re the only cock I need.”

He hums and strokes himself. Watching you nearly weep with want and beg to suck him off has his head reeling. The power rushes through his veins like a drug.

“I think you can do better than that,” he sighs. “Why shouldn’t I just jerk myself off and cum on that pretty face of yours?”

Tears freely spill down your face now. “I want you to use me, I want to let you fuck my throat raw, please, sir!” You sound completely gone and Namjoon feels his impossibly hard cock flex at your needy tone. “Please fuck my throat like the cock whore I am!”

“That’s fucking right,” he grunts. “Open that fucking mouth for me.” Your mouth opens and he’s leaning down to spit harshly at your waiting tongue. It makes you jerk, but you reserve yourself and accept it. “Filthy little bitch.”

He moves forward and sets his cock on your tongue and almost groans at the feel of your hot mouth, swirling with his spit now.

“Make me cum with your mouth, you don’t get to use those hands today.”

He wastes no time on shoving his length into you and down your throat. He gives a few precursory thrusts and sighs as he feels your throat gagging around him and hears your desperate, wet sounds. Tears flow freely—your mascara is smearing down your face as you look up at him, mouth stuffed full. It’s the prettiest sight he thinks he’s ever seen. You’re desperate, absolutely fucked out for him. Saliva dribbles down your mouth and he fucking loves it when you become a mess on his cock.

“Pathetic.’’ He murmurs. But truly, he thinks it was beautiful—the way you desperately take his cock down your throat, the needy look in your teary eyes and the muffled whines vibrating in your throat at his fake disapproval. It makes you work harder, eager to make him feel good.

You bob your head, keeping your eyes locked on Namjoon—he loves it when you’re giving him your undivided attention. It’s sloppy, and you’re loud. Namjoon fucking lives for when all your inhibitions are gone and you’re wanton and horny like a porn star desperate for work.

“Fuck, such a good throat,” he drags a finger up it as he forces his cock to the back of your mouth. He can feel the ridge of his cock through your neck and he nearly cums from that alone. “Taking it so fucking good.” He grips your head and desperately fucks into your mouth. You squeeze your eyes shut and will your gag reflex away, let him use you as he sees fit. You egg him in with licks of your tongue as he thrusts in and out, and by the filthy noises you make with each press.

Saliva is dropping out of your lips, and his it covers his cock. Namjoon feels his balls tighten impossibly and knows he’s close.

“Does my cockslut want daddy’s cum? You want me to coat that little throat with it?” He keeps his pace and you nod through your tears. He grunts his approval and picks up the pace, only to explode through his orgasm soon after. His cock pulses as he emptied himself into your mouth and throat, and you suck harder as if thirsty for it.

He pulls it out a moment later with a sated sigh. “My little cum dump,” he smirks as he runs a finger over your lips. “Swallow it all.” You nod and visibly swallow his load, then hold your tongue out to prove it.

“Shit—so good. You’re such a whore you could drink my cum all day, couldn’t you?”

“Yes, daddy,” you whisper. Your throat is rough and sore from his thrusts but you can’t find it in you to care, not even a little bit.

You remain on your knees and he puts a finger under your chin and lifts it higher. “Doing so good, angel. Making me proud.”

It makes your heart nearly implode. Namjoon is sadistic and thrills in your anguish, but loves you all the same. He knows you’re not just able to take it, but you’re desperate to take it. You trust him to never hurt you in a way you couldn’t handle.

“Still have more for you, little one. I don’t think you quite understand who this body belongs to.”

Your eyes shine with excitement and Namjoon can’t help but to smile at it. He uncuffs you and you look perplexed. He never lets you out early.

“Up on the bed, on your back,” he states as he ignores your questioning look. You know better than to deny his order, so you rub at your wrists as you move towards the bed. Your knees are still throbbing from the pressure and you heave a pleased sigh as you melt into the mattress.

“I wouldn’t feel too comfortable,” he chuckles. “It won’t last long.”

In Namjoon’s hands is red shibari rope. It makes your stomach flip. It’s been so long since he’s trussed you up and it thrills you to see the familiar smooth bindings.

“Thighs to your chest,” he orders. “Spread them wide, show me this needy little cunt.”

You do as he says, pulling your thighs up to meet your chest and spreading them open. He stares at your core, it’s dripping now. It drips down you and stains the comforter. Namjoon tuts. If you’re this wet already, he knows he will need to change the sheets after he’s done with you.

“Look at you,” he intones. “A dumb little slut, open and ready for any cock she can get.” He drags a finger up and down your thigh.

Namjoon gets to work. He loves the way he loses himself in the art of tying you up. He loves watching your chest rise and fall and the little squeaks that come out of your mouth as he knots you up. He loops the rope around the left thigh, then draws in your left calf to tie it in. You’ll be spread open, unable to stretch your legs out until he gives you permission.

He glances up at you every so often as he continues, checking to make sure he’s not cutting off any vital circulation. As cruel as he is, he doesn’t intend to actually maim you. You never show a sign of pain, just the glazed look you hold as your body gives in to your subservient intuition. It makes Joon smile and his heart clench in his chest. He really fucking loves you.

You’re soon tied up completely from the waist down, both legs tied together and spread open with pussy on display. Your hands are free and just as you’re about to relish in it, Namjoon is looping more rope to tie each wrist to a bedpost. He grins as you gasp. You’re completely tied up and at his will, and you’re embarrassed at how open you are in front of him, how dripping wet you get from being tied up and useless.

Namjoon is moving around and you suddenly hear a vibration and it gets closer as he approaches you.

“Gonna make you cum for me, babygirl... Gonna play with you until you fucking squirt everywhere.”

Your legs clench together as you notice he is holding a Hitachi wand in his hand. You know the power it wields. It brings you to your finish nearly instantaneously. Which means Namjoon has decided your next punishment will be denying you any orgasm and continually bringing you to the edge… or making you cum so much your cunt hurts. You don’t know which is worse.

He notices the look on your face and grins. “Yeah, you know what this is, don’t you?”

Namjoon places the bulbous head of the wand on your cunt and you cry out instantly. He drags it up and down your drenched slit and you’re already feeling so close to the edge.

“You better fucking scream, don’t hold back,” he orders. “Remind this whole fucking neighborhood who gets you off. Make sure Park fucking Jimin hears it.”

He stops rubbing it up and down and lets it sit right on your clit and watches your face contort as your tied legs struggle against the wrappings. It’s too much, it feels like you’ve been lit up. Namjoon gloats in your struggle. He sees your cunt dripping with increasing fervor, can tell you’re squeezing those walls around nothing. He can’t wait to bury himself inside you once and for all and coat your walls with his cum.

“You know you better fucking ask permission to cum,” he reminds you. “You better not cum unless I tell you.”

Your tear-streaked face is twisted in pleasure, in pain. You feel yourself unwinding, increasing towards your finish like a bullet.

“D-Daddy! Please! I need to cum! Please!” You’re begging harder than you’ve begged in your life, you’re certain. It feels like the string inside you will snap any second now and you’re holding off the orgasm as hard as you can. Without the use of your legs, you find yourself unable to slow the inevitable.

“No,” he states firmly. “Fucking take it. You can keep going.” He growls his words and watches as your cunt is helpless. “Little whores like you can fucking take it.”

It’s useless, you’re falling apart at the seams. You’re pleading with him to let you cum, legs now completely convulsing in their restraints. It snaps, the coil inside bursts and you’re careening towards the end. You whine and cry helplessly as your pussy pulsates around nothing and oozes out your arousal. Your face burns in shame as you come down-—you know exactly what you’ve done wrong.

“S-sorry! I’m so sorry, Daddy!�� Tears fall harder and you’re gasping for his forgiveness, for his mercy. “I’m so sorry!”

‘‘Tsk, tsk.’’ Namjoon tuts. “My little slut couldn’t even follow her one and only instruction.’’ He removes the wand for just a moment. “You better fucking listen this time.”

Your body feels overstimulated. The pleasure is bordering on painful and you yelp as Namjoon places it back on your overworked clit.

“You can make up for it if you squirt for me,” he grits. “Maybe I’ll stick my fingers in this tight cunt. Always so desperate for Daddy’s help, aren’t you?”

You whine at the thought of him filling you, but it’s overtaken by the feeling of the wand back on you. It’s painful, but it feels so good. Your body is held back by one single tripwire, ready to snap at any moment. Namjoon knew that restraining your arms and legs left you completely helpless to slow your own orgasms. He wanted you to fail, wanted to punish you for cumming when he knew damn well you wouldn’t last a fucking second under the wand’s vibrations.

“P--please!” your whines are breathy. You feel as if you’ve just run a marathon and you’re desperate for air. Your entire body is singing with rapture, with pain. You feel a deep desperation to feel him inside you. “I need you! Need your fingers!”

Namjoon groans at the sound of your whines. It’s his favorite, when you’ve finally snapped past a breaking point and he pushes you beyond. The way you’re desperate, begging and crying for him is pathetic. He fucking loves it.

“Fuck, listen to yourself,” he comments. His cock is raging again, hard and ready to bury itself inside you. But he waits. He’s nothing but patient for you. “You sound like a little fucking whore. Are you Jimin’s whore?”

You blubber a cry and shake your head, feeling the oncoming orgasm approaching again. It feels even more intense.

“No! I’m yours! O-only yours, Daddy!” The simple crying is turning into sobs and you both can tell you’re nearly on the edge.

“That’s fucking right,” he snarls. “This pussy belongs to me. Not fucking Jimin. Not even you. I own you.” His words run cold through your body, it feels as if your veins have iced over. You’re absolutely under his spell and control, and you’ve never loved anyone more.

“Cum for me, filthy slut. Let me see you get Daddy nice and messy.” He shoves two fingers inside you, and curls them to reach the spot that has you reeling. He knows he’s made it when you’re arching on the bed and screaming through your sobs.

“G-gonna cum, oh god--” you’re gasping for air, greedy for it. “There, f-fuck!”

The orgasm that hits you is stronger than any before. It feels like your cunt turns into a vice and you’re squeezing around his fingers so hard it makes Namjoon hiss. Your body spasmed and trembled as you came, and finally Namjoon is rewarded when your cunt gushes all over his fingers, dripping down his hand.

“Holy shit,” he gapes as you finally return to earth from your skyhigh completion. “Dirty fucking slut. You did so good.”

Namjoon’s cock is pulsating. He’s sure if he doesn’t get inside you, now, he’ll shatter.

“Nasty whore is going to get one more. You’re gonna cum on Daddy’s cock, aren’t you?”

You’re nodding weakly. You’re far gone, mind so dizzyingly high and body exhausted. “P-please, need you.”

He takes no care to line himself up or take time. He’s pressing against your hole in one moment and is buried to the hilt the next. You’re so wet it feels like he’s drowning and he throws his head back in bliss. Even after two explosive orgasms you’re tight around him, molding around each ridge of his cock.

“Oh, god--” he groans. “Sweetest pussy I’ve ever been in.” The praise doesn’t last long, so you soak it in while it lasts, ‘’Gonna pump you full of my cum, angel-- f-fuck..’’ You’re crying and whining as he pumps into you. It feels so good.

‘’Gonna have you nice and swollen with my child, so everybody knows just who the fuck this little whore belongs to.’’ His thrusts are so powerful that it’s almost as if he’s trying to fuse with you, he’s no longer holding back any reservations. His hips bump against you as he stuffs you full, chasing his end. He drops a hand to your clit, knowing it’s battered from the wand but can’t find it in him to care anyway. He wants you to orgasm again, and he’s going to get it. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? To be so plump and pregnant that everyone will know what a depraved, little bitch in heat you are for me.”

Impossibly, you feel your belly tighten and tug and you’re edging closer and closer to yet another orgasm that Namjoon will wrench out of you. You’re crying out, only able to whine and sob his name. He’s fucked the ability to talk right out of you, and you can only think about Namjoon and his fat cock drilling into you and filling you up as if his life depended on it.

Namjoon loves it when you’re fucked out completely. He can tell he’s close, and nearing closer as he watches your sobbing face, smeared with mascara, cry and gasp for his cum. He could cum from watching you beg alone, and now as he pounds into your juicy cunt he’s surrounded in pleasure.

“I’m going to cum--fuck. Gonna fucking fill you,” he hisses as he thrusts so hard it’s nearly bruising. His grip on your hips tighten, blunt nails digging into your skin as he lets out a loud and guttural moan as his cock desperately throbs inside of you. He keeps his power, but the pace dies down with each thrust. He fucks his cum deep inside you, and rubs at your clit punishingly. His warm seed jammed inside you snaps everything and you’re crying pathetically as you reach your high, walls contracting and milking him. Your vision is black and you only hear the rush of your blood in your ears.

It takes a few stuttering breaths to finally come to, and your vision returns to normal. Namjoon remains buried inside you and he’s panting just as hard as you. You’re both dripping in sweat and covered in your combined juices. He cups a hand on the side of your face and smiles at you as you both attempt to return to normal.

“That was good, wasn’t it?” He asks with a chuckle. He slowly pulls out of you and you’re wincing at the loss. You’re sure you won’t be able to walk, let alone even stand.

You nod gingerly. “Really fucking good.” you whisper. Everything is sore, and it’s a feeling you can’t compare to anything. It’s a burning ache that reminds you of Namjoon, of your love, of the trust you willingly hand over to him and the bliss he gives in return.

“Let’s run a bath,” he states as he leans down to kiss you, pressing his lips on yours in a sweet kiss. The Namjoon you love is back, the sweet and compassionate lover who cares about every single aspect of you.

“I would love that,” you sigh. “But, could we maybe untie my legs before I lose any more circulation?”

The both of you erupt into laughter as his hands work over the intricate knots. He winks.

“Needy little whore.”

#bts fic #bts smut #bts imagine #bts namjoon #hyungsmutsociety #ksmutclub #bts rm #namjoon smut

2K notes · View notes