#its so far removed i think i can call it that

[furiouszealot]

All right, I know no one gives a shit, but let me give you a recounting of the fall of 4chan from the perspective of someone who was there and has been lurking both 4chan and tumblr for a few years now.

I'll try to provide as much context as I can, but a lot of images were either lost or im too lazy to look for them in the +5000 reply thread in soyjak party.

Anyways, info below:

So, necessary context: a few years back, 4chan had a board called /qa/, which if you know little about the page, you may think every board is like /b/ or /pol/, which means a containment cess pool of grifters, (you) baiters, incels, and other deranged individuals. The thing is, /qa/ was somehow worse. The entire board was plagued and infested with soyjack edits, board culture was a nuclear disaster, anons were incredibly hostile in there, you know the drill, the big bad 4chan, but this time its actually true.

One day, moderation deleted /qa/, anons that posted there got mad, tried to raid other boards, failed, and then moved on to an altchan called soyjack party, which entire purpose you can guess from its name alone.

Apparently, the boards that allow pdf uploads (paper and origami, for example) didn't check if the uploaded file was actually a pdf file, so postscript files could be used to get access. This is as far as my understanding of web backend goes, sorry.

The hacker claims to have been working on this since 2021, and that he had access since about a year ago, but was recopilating data.

Now, what actually happened when the hack ocurred? Well, a banner of miku dancing with a song that played automatically was placed on top of every board, with the text "/QA/ IS BACK", this was possible because apparently no board was ever deleted, they were just hidden from the public.

A thread was then made on soyjack party, claiming authorship over the hack, and shit went south from there. Anons went en masse to talk there, a lot of weird discussion happened, the thread got the bump limit removed and got pinned, more than 5k posts were amassed on the first night alone. Keep in mind this happened at about 8 pm and most of the stuff went on through midnight.

So, the hacker leaked some things, first of all, the html files for the entirety of /j/ and the email address for every moderation member (important note: the pressence of .gov mails was disproven by the hacker themselves, so i guess there were never any feds), what is /j/? the board exclusive for jannies and moderators to discuss actions taken on the website regarding spam, ban evaders, threads spiraling out of control, etc. Among other things, some of the inner workings of 4chan got revealed, such as the web extension for jannies that allows them to do their job easily, how reports are handled, and other stuff. (Anecdotically, some guy got permabanned for calling anons jews or n-words over a 100 times in the same few threads)

Then, the source code got leaked. Important to say, the hacker removed the part of the source code related to the captcha, as to not facilitate bot attacks on the future, and all information related to email verification or 4chan pass users information also got removed, so all in all users are safe.

What was found on the sourcecode? That it was old, mostly. Most boards used code that hasn't been updated since about 2016, and /flash/ used the exact same code from when it was created back on 2011.

From there, desuarchive, a site that archives threads that die from bump limit, opened a dragon ball general on ghost mode, and thus began what later got called /ghost/, a solely text based thread with well over 20k replies as of right now, where a fraction of the 4chan population took refuge and is currently discussing random things with no particular topic. Kinda hard to read, but its comfy.

What does this mean for other sites? Not a lot, really. A lot of anons already crossposted in 4chan and tumblr already, and the ones that din't most likely wont come here. Some of the bigger/most dedicated groups, like /vt/, migrated to other boards. Various altchans are trying/tried to catch some of the flock of users that got lost, but i doubt it will get anywhere, since soyjak party for example was struggling with just the influx of users that came for the hack thread given its poor infrastructure. Kiwifarms saw a surge of new accounts apparently, but a lot of anons kinda loathe the idea of having to register, so theres that.

Smaller communities, such as generals that didn't get a lot of traffic, or boards on the slower end (say, /ic/, /lit/, etc) will probably vanish or disseminate until (or if) 4chan comes back up. I'd say give it a month, don't get your hopes up whether you want it to stay dead or want it to come back.

Given how many anons are staying on places like /ghost/ or other similar archives with the same ghost posting feature, i doubt it will be as bad as people are making it sound. Besides, the communities that are most likely to migrate to places like tumblr are either /co/, /vg/ or /lgbt/ refugees, which aren't THAT bad. Not every board was like the main cesspools (/b/, /r9k/, /pol/). From now on, either 4chan comes back up in a few weeks (somewhere between 2 weeks to a month is expected), altchans capture the migrating anons, or a brand new imageboard rises from the ashes to become the new go-to site for old 4chan posters.

In conclusion, nothing ever happens, but also don't worry, chances are this won't affect tumblr in the slightest. If it does, you can cash in your "you were wrong" ticket whenever you want, i'll take the L. As a footnote, keep in mind: NO users were compromised, if you ever posted there and are worried for your safety, physical or digital, you are safe. Edit: Forgot to add, if you are a 4chan refugee, im BEGGING you to dm me and tell what board you were from and where are you migrating, if at all.

[spacer-case]

...and when the last blood-beast comes to rest unto the Earth, what next will arrive to inherit it?

i drew this sci fi piece for my portfolio, but it also turned loosely into a marcoace au because my brain got zoomies

short version: guy on a joyride (coughs ace) accidentally travels to another world filled with mythological-ish creatures, but they're actually all robots mimicking life with no real sentience of their own - except one lone, lonely consciousness (coughs marco) whose mind was digitally preserved before the rest of organic life got wiped out, and has been waiting a long time for a friend

long nerdy version under the cut:

ace's world is a fun and scrappy sci fi future world, with stuff like his hovercraft that syncs to his body's movements too

he was out riding with deuce and got too caught up in the thrill of flying that he went way out of safe bounds (not pictured: deuce panicking) and got swallowed by a giant sky beast

somehow (i haven't thought that hard about it) he appears in marco's world after this - when i first had this idea i was just thinking of a literal reference to the philosophical concept of animals as other worlds/animal alterity, a la Barbara Noske), plus i like the idea of gateways being where you least expect them

anyway yeah he gets isekai'd

enter: marco's world!! this is a land where organic life once thrived, including sentient beings (i haven't decided if they were also humans), but all organic life has long since died out and given way to a new, constructed "ecology"

it's full of seemingly mythological-ish creatures (phoenix, dragon, etc. but all are also warped from what we would imagine)!! but SIKE they are actually robots; cybernetic constructs!!! each one goes through the motions of life for many years until they steadily break down. their parts get recycled and they are remade to spawn from egg-like structures (like the one in the bottom left corner of the drawing)

and who is remaking them? MARCO! aka the last, lone remaining consciousness from the sentient race that died out. his mind was preserved digitally, but by the time he awoke he only remembers snapshots of his original life. he continuously cares for and builds all the robots, and uploads himself into different bodies whenever he wants, but no matter what he tries he can't recreate anything truly alive with its own free will

so he's lonely and sad

basically the whole thing was an exploration of the concept of a man-made mythos! and the boundaries of what defines life, will, sentience, etc. etc.

but when he meets ace - a real, living breathing organic human - it will change his life! because............because...i haven't thought that far

many questions remain...is ace's world a past version of marco's? will he find a way to restore organic life to marco's world? should he even do that? will he find a way back home? will they kiss? ? will marco get a human body?? will i ever make something bigger from this or even turn it back into ocs instead of op characters??? will they wear wigs???? when will they wear wigs????????? who knows!

but for now it is what it is hehe

i doubt anyone read all that, but if you did, thank you for your time....here i reward you with a secret:

below is an early sketch of this illustration, and underneath that, the composition originally came from A FAILED DRAWING OF MARCO!!!

the brainrot goes deep :')

[itzphynix]

My brain is so full of Bees about Post-Shift 2.

It's a fan game that was delayed for 4 years -- by the time it released, fnaf fangames as a whole were not as popular as they had been, & most people in the scene had forgotten about Post-Shift 1, so not a lot of people heard about it/played it.

Worse still is the people who did talk about the game. Pretty unanimously, the consensus was this: this game is the craziest, most insane fnaf fangame. It's overly difficult with mechanics that have no rhyme or reason to them & tutorials that are wordy, unhelpful, & sometimes actively mislead the player, meaning you need to comb through a lot of text only to be misinformed. It's not as infamous as some other fangames, but it definitely was talked about very poorly.

In general, I think most of these criticisms were blown up out of proportion, but I can't really disagree with most people's problems -- it is difficult & wordy, & rather hard to understand. I think, however, that the game is still 1. Really fun, 2. Not a bad game at all, &, most importantly, 3. Is a free fucking game that was clearly a passion project. Most damn fangames never get off the fucking ground when made in groups because the creators will never make a red cent off the thing -- this game was made by one dude for 4 years & delivered to people for free. It didn't ask anything of you except to accept it as a difficult game & to not go in with wild expectations. The dev just wanted to make a game that was rough, but he also wanted to make a game that felt unique & was fun. & It is fun, too, is the damn thing.

[connormoving]

aww its kinda cute finding me complaining abt my dads whole lisa thing from 2017. honestly so overshadowed by everything else and also i was so annoying when i was 12 aw .

[3nderstar]

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[ranboolivesaysstuff]

HEY! Just because I am now 20 I think having something to kind of re establish boundaries would be good! Considering the ones I put all those times ago have changed :D GENERAL RULES! Do not be racist, sexist, homophobic, antisemitic, ableist, or discriminatory against anyone for any reason. Please if someone is calling you out for things you have done or said, please self-reflect and take the proper steps to change or remove yourself from the community. If you see something you do not like, and it IS MADE WORSE BY BRINGING ATTENTION TO IT, THEN IGNORE IT! Bringing attention to problems that just arent really problems with either the community or me in general are not worth it! Please use common sense when thinking about what/what not to engage with! I personally wish that people in the community do NOT engage with people who just obviously do not like me! Chances are they want a reaction from it so it is MUCH better to just not argue with someone whos mind you will not change! ALLOW CRITICISM OF ME AND MY CONTENT! IF YOU DONT AGREE OR DONT LIKE THEN DO NOT ARGUE ABOUT IT!!!! ALL IT WILL DO IS CAUSE UNESSICARY DRAMA!!! DO NOT make ANY comments or content about me that is explicitly sexual. I completely understand that lately there have been bits due to the changes in how I’ve been presenting myself and how I’ve been presenting more femininely, but that does not allow anyone to use that as an excuse to sexualize any features and such that are more feminine or masculine. Remember that femininity is not sexual and should not be seen or created as such just because its there! (for example, the Vtuber costume and chat being overly weird over the added boobs where there was no need for it). DO NOT draw me in ways that are sexual either, such as highlighting any aspects in a sexual way, or making the content something sexual. I am completely okay with being drawn as any body type, masculine presenting or feminine presenting, as long as you stick to this! PLEASE DO NOT SPECULATE ABOUT MY PERSONAL LIFE!!! Making jokes about certain topics CAN be fine, but a line is crossed when it becomes a legitimate speculation or if a joke is said when I have expressed my discomfort! RESPECT MY FRIENDS!!! All of my friends are their own, incredible people. And they do not deserve to be lumped in or referred to as JUST "my friend". Be respectful in their chats even when im not there, and be respectful to all of them everywhere else! IF SOMEONE IS TRYING TO INFORM YOU THAT YOU MAY BE DOING SOMETHING WRONG PLEASE LISTEN!!! There has been a lot of times in which I have seen people be unwilling to change in the face of a genuine discussion, and that is not something I want in the community! I should NOT have to police every single thing because it should NOT take me saying something in order to change your mind! As my words are not worth more or less when it comes to a lot of subjects! And lastly, do good. Whenever you have the ability to. BE POSITIVE!!! The hater mindset is very draining and can be very toxic to both you and the people around you, so highlight the good instead of the bad if you have the ability to! I am so incredibly proud of how far this community has come, and I cannot wait for the future!!! I have spent some time writing this, but it may not be perfect, so I will update this as time goes on and I think of more, or if something needs to be SUPER cleared up, but for now these are the main ones! I will NOT be updating this after every little thing however, as I do not want you guys to feel like the only way that something is wrong is if I talk about it! As you guys should be able to sustain yourself as a community without my consistent input! Imma go enjoy my birthday by eating a pizza :) thank you all!

[eclipse-msoul]

MISFORTUNATE LADY

✙ Yandere Mafia Dark! Bat family X Reader ✙

Synopsis : You had the misfortune of catching their eye. Oh, why did you have to make such a stupid mistake? Now you could only cry , hoping for them to leave you alone.

Warnings : Stalking, murder, no care for human life, anxiety, non-consentual touching, Non-consentual drug use

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Chapter 1 :-

It was a dark and cloudy night. Clouds had filled the Gotham sky, making its inhabitants bear the dark and shadows in their full glory. In this city of everlasting twilight, sounds of muffling screams could be heard from one particular warehouse.

“ Tsk-” A figure groaned, boredom latched in his tone as he pierced a blade through his little victim's finger. The victim screamed in agony unable to stop tears from swelling underneath his eyes.

“ Fuck…” Jason cursed under his breath, his eyes narrowing in disgust as he stared at his victim wetting himself. He held his head feeling a headache overtake him. “ Oi replacement.”

No response.

“Little shit I know you can hear me.” Jason commented. A grunt was heard on the other side.

A man in his early twenties let out a yawn, his hand picking up a cup of coffee and bringing it near his throat. He chugged it down in an instant and let out an exhausted gasp. “ Don't scream at me Jay.” He sighed in his com before sharpening his eyes.

“Tell the Old man the fucker useless !” Jason retorted.

Tim pressed the mouse and several screens appeared in front of him. “Dick's got a lead to the traitors place. So it seems this waste of space is useless-” the computer screen zoomed at the victim mobbed and on his last breath with eyes begging for mercy.

Tim lazily sneered, lagging back at his comfortable seat.

“ Deal with him as you wish.” and the comm went off. Those words were all that was needed before red liquid splashed on Jason's face. He got up and went up to the table. Various torture devices were placed on the table - ranging from mild to painful ones.

Jason took out a handkerchief and removed the victim's blood from ruining his face. The moonlight highlighted his sharp green glowing eyes while he remained cold to the corpse rotting mere steps away.

He walked out the door and casually threw the bloody handkerchief on one of the guard's. “Dispose of the body.” he commanded in cold words. The guards bowed and went in while Jason took off on his motorbike Parker not too far away from the entrance.

He soon arrived at the Mansion. As soon as he stepped inside his room, a notification sound came on his phone. He took it out and his cold and aggressive eyes turned tender. A warm smile formed on his lips.

He quickly dialed the number and waited impatiently while the phone rang. Two rings and you finally picked up.

“ Hello?” You asked, your voice drowsy.

“Hello? Who is this?” Jason looked at his phone and couldn't help but think your furrowed eyebrows while you sat on your bed looked undeniably cute.

Jason snickered and playfully responded. “ Angel, it's me. ” He responded before, a loud sound of thug was heard followed by the phone going silent.

He looked at the screen to see you had ended the call and blocked him.

Again.

He sighed before falling back down on his bed. You sure loved to play hard to get. He thought before tiredness overtook him and he fell into a deep slumber.

On the other side, you were panicking - sweat formed on your forehead while you took several deep breaths. Your body was quivering in fear all while you tried to stabilize your breathing and sit back on your bed.

It took ten minutes before you could even find enough courage to get up. But you believed anyone would react the same way when faced with a situation like yourself. Others might even respond worse - you were still undeniably trying to keep a stable mind.

Why the hell was this happening to you?

You didn't know what sin you committed last month. It had merely been thirty two days since you had moved to this particular neighborhood in Gotham. Nothing seemingly different had happened in your seemingly ordinary life before things went stray.

You were going insane.

Snapping up to look at the sounds of several flashes you couldn't even cry. These bastards! What did you even do? How did you end up with psychopathic lunatics as your stalkers!

They weren't even trying to be subtle about their stalking either.

They were slow in the beginning- with your things going missing and not being present in the same place.

Then they started leaving notes.

And now this!

You wanted to hit someone! After all, what wrong did you even do? A loud sound of a message popping up was heard throughout your room. You gulped and stepped up to pick your phone from the table while you had just thrown it away.

XXXX-XXXXXXX

Cover your eyes and sit in your usual place.

You bit the lower end of your lips before sending a message of agreement.

XXXX-XXXXXXX

Understood.

It didn't take long to find the binding cloth. You have done this several times, wrapped it around your eyes and tightened its hold on your face and sat quietly like a lamb waiting for its slaughter.

The sound of the clock ticking chipped away your anxiety with each second passing by. Your body sitting on the soft bed felt sore and cold. But you could do nothing but wait.

Finally sounds of light footsteps were heard. You noted there were two this time. Soon a large muscular hand pulled you up and entrapped you in a tight embrace. “Y/n!” A joyful voice soaked with honey was heard.

Your body stiffened uncontrollably while you tried to prevent yourself from breaking down crying.

“ She's looking more pale than usual.” you heard a small voice mutter. You didn't move, not even a bit.The one holding you replied in a concerned tone, “ You're right.” He moved his lips closer to your ear before whispering, “ Babe did you eat anything?”

Babe? This delusional bastard-

Your fist tightened and you replied hesitantly, “ Yes.” this would be enough wouldn't it? You didn't want to tell him or them anymore.

“ Lier.” The same soft voice from earliest rang closer to you. You could guess the woman (stalker) was close to your age making this situation more ridiculous. How could they do this?

“ Explain Cass.” The man holding you commanded.

“ She barely ate. She's been vomiting out all that she ate since morning.” And who was to blame for that! You wanted to scream but you kept quiet.

You heard the man sigh before out of nowhere he picked you up and gently carried you to bed.

Placing you back there, you felt something pushed near your mouth. “ It's fruit.” He spoke, trying to calm you.

“ Don't worry it's not drugged, eat some.We can't have you getting sick or addicted so early on.” You finally opened your mouth only to get tricked.

His lips touched yours.

This bastard-

You found it hard to breathe. His tongue tried to push into your mouth all while you tried to futilely refuse but in the end he won. His tongue dived deep into your mouth and exchanged his body fluids with yours.

He was devouring you like some monster. You felt so helpless and in pain. Finally after what was like forever he pulled out.

You pushed him away with all your might and stood up only to lose your balance due to an unstable supply of oxygen for you know how long.

“ Y-You tricked me!” You breathed out, your eyes still covered leaving you helpless.

Dick chuckled and met his sister's eyes. “ Couldn't help myself Love.” His tone was so no serious, it was like he didn't care.” You looked too adorable to miss out on.” He added, like it would make the situation better. You trembled.

He huffed and tendly brought his hands closer to you. Those large muscular hands pinched your lovely pink cheeks before moving near your neck.

He who stood behind you opened his mouth and bit into your neck. You let out a shriek only for your lips to be captured again.

This time by the woman named Cass.

You felt a small pill in your mouth and realized it was one of those drugs. But before you could try and vomit it out. The woman's tongue pushed it back of your oral cavity and you mistakenly swallowed it.

By the time both of their bodies separated from you, your mind was overtaken by an unfortunate state of paralysis.

You felt dazed which was followed by a big headache. Your body lost consciousness and was caught by the oldest Wayne son.

Cass observed Dick picking you up and helping you cover yourself with a blanket. “ She's going to be unable to move her hands or walk. .” Dick's body stilled before he lazily asked.

But Cass could tell his body language was tense. She was a master of it after all. “ What are you getting at?” Cass signed, “ Why give her that when we already have a tight lease on her?”

“ Cass Cass, my dear sister.” Dick placed a hand on her shoulder, “ We need to secure our treasure. If there's even a tiny possibility of her leaving us. Then I'll cut it down from the roots. The Wayne’s do not take chances.”

Dick spoke those words before jumping out from the windows. Cass followed right behind him but not before lingering another pitiful glance at your sleeping figure.

You truly were unlucky.

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[tiramissyoucake]

when do you think that viltrumite mark realized he was in love and how did he first process that??

FUCK YEAH i got carried away here im sorry, dkskfke I had some trouble thinking of this, how would he know reader? Why would he want them? Then this post came to mind.

Something tells me Mark would believe that earth is beautiful, yes. But there's too many evils persisting and leeching off it that it's dying a slow and painful death, he believes he's your liberator.

"So, where IS Viltrum?"

Mark looked up from the telescope you provided, blinking twice. "... it's... very far from here." He didn't elaborate as he leaned down to fit his eye into the glass of the telescope. "You should visit sometime, I hear humans landed on Mars?"

You shrugged as you approached him with an open bag of chips. "I think so, but if its light years away, who's to say how long till we get there?"

He hummed in response, chewing a handful of chips as he offered you the telescope. "Okay, don't move it. But this is what I wanted to show you, that twinkling above one of your constellations is a planet filled with rabid creatures resembling your blobfishes."

You restrained a laugh as you looked in, your smile warmed his heart. "Seriously? Do they like... crawl on land or something?"

"They cling to your skin and bite through flesh, hurts like hell." Mark smiled as you gave a grossed out look. "Like oversized pink leeches."

He barked out a laugh at your description, colorful. "Close enough! Sure!"

"I wonder if there's a space equivalent of sea bunnies..." You murmured, removing yourself from the telescope to glance up at him, he had a wistful expression on his face.

"... I meant what I said before."

"About earth being insignificant?" You recalled as he nodded. "All this technology, this... resilience to power through dark times, yet you haven't discovered a fraction of the vastness that I saw in these galaxies."

The way he looked up at the stars was new, usually he didn't care about them, but now? After spending time with you? It was special. "Yeah, you have to look past that, for all our arrogance, humans aren't that bad."

"Yeah, you're definitely not." You didn't notice when he glanced away from the night sky to smile in your direction.

. . .

The screaming, crying, people panicking as they scrambled to find some sort of safety penetrated the walls and shot into your eardrums no matter how much you cowered in a corner of your house, no matter how hard your palms pressed against the sides of your head. No one expected this— where were you supposed to go? One of those bunkers that have been infiltrated? Your family's home so you could die with them under one roof? Find your friends and escape to some corner of the earth? It's over. This was it.

A creaking noise, gentle but ominous, made itself known. It stood out among the muffled booming and dying screaming. Someone was here.

You covered your mouth and held back your tears, it was one of them, those things, you knew it was aliens, but from where? You had no clue, maybe it was those Flaxans Mark told you about.

"(Name)?" Mark called out, his voice soft as he glanced around. "Come out, it's safe."

Relief flooded your chest as you got up from beneath one of the furniture, hurriedly approaching him and hugging him. "Mark! You're okay— thank God you're okay!" You heaved, his arms circling you and his palm rubbing your back.

"Of course I'm okay," he smiled, taking a comforting whiff of your hair. "We can cuddle later, you have to come with me."

You blinked, confused. "What? Where? Mark—" you grew quiet as you heard a squelching noise when you separated from him, a scent quickly flooding your nose. You looked down at his clothes that were usually a pure and glossy white, a classic Viltrumite uniform, it was now stained with a disgusting red of various shades, old blood, fresh blood, mixing with soot and ash. You glanced down at your own clothes and hands, the blood staining you like a vile infection from the hug you gave him seconds ago.

"You don't have to worry." You looked up, eyes wide and lips trembling. "It's not mine."

"Wh.. What did you do..?" His expression was indescribable, lips pressed to a thin line as he stood his ground. "What I had to, what a Viltrumite has to."

Your home was already dark, the red lights seeping in from the chaos outside made him look otherwordly; some kind of demon, horseman of the apocalypse.

You took a few steps back, your body repulsed by who you assumed was a friend. "Don't look at me like that," he gritted out, approaching you. "Don't look at me like this hasn't been a long time coming, your planet was dying anyway."

"Are you insane?! This isn't your world to declare when it dies or lives!" You found your voice as the fear was replaced with betrayal and rage, disappointment infused among them.

"This is how your world was built, the rich and powerful survive while the lesser fortunate people are forced to die, everything is catered to the strongest." He lifted a bloody hand. "Right now, I'm the strongest thing on this planet-" he gestured to the outside. "-so what I say, goes."

You didn't know what to say, had you taught him that? Was that all he learned from his time on earth? In your house, among your friends, in your favorite places?

"You're killing people," you strained. "Innocent people, it's not fair— the powerful few shouldn't decide for innocent millions!"

"No, I'm liberating your world, but don't worry." He moved too quickly for you to see, using his superpowers on you always left a bad taste in his mouth, but he had to for now, restraining you like some cornered rabbit "You won't miss this planet, Viltrum will suit you better."

That was your last day on earth, cold, scared, covered in blood, and cradled by a murderer.

[misctf]

Valentine's Day Gift

“Are you for real?” Amanda placed her hands on her hips, “We’ve been together for how long? And this is what you get me for Valentine’s Day?”

“C’mon Amanda, don’t be that way.” Jared smiled, “Seriously, I really think...”

“I really think you weren’t thinking.” She pushed passed Jared and grabbed her coat, “I can’t believe you.” She marched towards the door, “I told you how I felt about that.”

“Wait, Amanda, please...” Jared reached out to her, but the door was already slammed in his face, “Amanda!” He called after her, but she was already far gone.

Jared slowly shut the door to this apartment and sighed.

“God damn it.”

He walked back to his room, his thoughts racing. A part of him felt terrible- he seriously thought Amanda would come around to his gift. But at he looked down at the box on his bed, the realization hit him just how stupid he was. The “Pleasure Suit” was still in its packaging. Jared had spent weeks researching and saving up for this special Valentine's Day gift, convinced it would take his relationship with Amanda to new heights of ecstasy.

This kind of suit was becoming increasingly popular- a form-fitting bodysuit embedded with advanced neuro-stimulators and pheromone dispensers. Apparently, when worn, it would heighten every touch and sensation tenfold, turning the wearer into a living, breathing sex toy perpetually primed for pleasure. The manufacturer claimed it could make even the most vanilla lovemaking feel like an earth-shattering, mind-blowing experience. Jared had seen demonstrations on some of the more hardcore porn sites he frequented.

“I really thought she’d jump at the chance to spice things up a bit.” He thought, sitting down on his bed, “But I guess this is a bit much.” He couldn’t help but imagine her all wrapped up in the tight, black latex- her body trembling with pleasure, “The videos made it look so hot.” He muttered, feeling his dick chub up a bit. He let out a dry chuckle, “Oh come on, it’s just some black latex.” He mumbles.

He pulled the Pleasure Suit out of the box, running his hands along it. He didn’t know how the suit enhanced pleasure- for all intents and purposes, it was just a garment. Yet, as Jared's fingers caressed the sleek, glossy surface of the Pleasure Suit, he shivers slightly, a pulse of excitement running through his body. The material felt cool and smooth against his skin, almost electric.

“So good...” He mumbles, “It feels amazing...”

Jared thoughts slow- his mind focusing solely on the suit. Almost in a trance, Jared brings the suit up to his face, inhaling deeply. There's something intoxicating about the faint scent that fills his nostrils. His cock twitches.

“Maybe... maybe I should wear it...” The idea resonates within his brain, blocking out any rational thought. His breath quickens as he holds the gleaming black suit up to his body, imagining how it would cling to every curve and contour, “Just to see how it feels...” he mumbles, almost drunk on the concept.

Almost mechanically, he removes his clothes and casts them aside. With a deep breath, Jared slowly slides one leg into the waiting sleeve of the suit, gasping as the smooth, cool material engulfs his skin. He steps into the other side and shivers as the latex wraps around him, now seeming to move almost of its own accord. 

“Ohhh fuck...” The sensations intensify as the suit encases his thighs, tiny nodes along the inner lining beginning to pulse gently, “Fuck...” He releases the suit, yet it continues wrap around him, no longer needing his assistance.  

Jared grunts, biting his lip- his cock now at full mast and pulsing with need for release. The suit slides higher, immediately enveloped his member in snug, vibrating heat.

“Ahhhhhhhh!” He cries out as the suit's hidden mechanisms go to work, caressing his shaft with expert precision while teasing his swollen balls.

And before he can even register it, the suit invades his tight hole. Jared's eyes roll back in bliss as the tendril breaches his entrance, sliding deep inside with slick ease. It coils and undulates within him, seeking out his most sensitive spots. When it finds his prostate, it begins to massage the gland with focused intensity, sending shockwaves of ecstasy radiating through his core.

“OH GOD OH FUCK YESSS!!!” Jared wails, his hips bucking erratically as the dual assault on his cock and prostate pushes him rapidly towards the edge.

But the suit keeps him on the edge, using pleasure to keep Jared’s mind unfocused and distracted. Lost in a haze of overwhelming pleasure, Jared barely registers the rest of the suit slithering up his torso and arms.

“Mmmnngghh... s'g-god... c-can't... t-too much...” he slurs drunkenly between gasps and moans.

He feels it conforming perfectly to every muscle and contour. The latex hugs his biceps, highlighting their definition, and ripples across his abs and pecs like a second skin. Every movement sending pleasure coursing along his skin and directly to his cock. His thoughts grow hazier by the second, consumed by the relentless pleasure.

“S-so f-fucking g-good... n-never wanna t-take it off... w-wanna stay like th-this f-forever...”

As the latex creeps up Jared's neck, he tilts his head back with a shuddering moan. His breathing grows ragged as it engulfs his jawline and cheeks, the world narrowing as it begins to conform to his face and over his eyes. In a moment of clarity amidst the haze of lust, Jared realizes with dawning horror what's about to happen. But before he can react, the latex covers his head, plunging him into absolute darkness. He opens his mouth to cry out, only for the suit to force itself past his lips, invading his throat and forming a perfect, lewd O shape.

“MMMPPHHH! GLLKK GLLKK!” Jared gags and chokes around the intrusion stretching his esophagus.

Jared's panic subsides as the suit works to remove his gag reflex, allowing the intruding latex to slide further and effortlessly down his throat without discomfort. And as Jared is swallowed up more in the bliss of the Pleasure Suit, he can make out words flashing before his eyes.

.......Dual User Settings: ACTIVE.......User 1: Jared Lansing.......User 2: PENDING.......User Preferences: PENDING..........User Sync: 0% .......Directives: AWAITING USER 2..........

But Jared couldn't process what any of this means. His mind shattering further as wave after wave of pleasure from the suit occupies his every thought. And he falls back onto his bed, completely overwhelmed...

Hours later, the sound of fumbling keys and slurred cursing announces Kent's drunken return to their shared apartment. He grunts as he shuffles through the apartment.

“Yo Jared, broooo....” He slurs, “How’d you’re night go, buddy. Buddy?” Stumbling into Jared's room, he pauses, blinking blearily at the sight before him, “Well, well, looks like my boy Jared finally splurged on a new fucktoy."

Kent chuckles, kicking off his shoes haphazardly. “Ah probably that gift he was mentioning or something...”

He lurches closer to the bed, peering at the doll, “Damn thing looks real fancy though. Look at that cock.” Kent reaches out to grope the firm, muscular chest on display, his hands then wandering to its cock, “What’s the smell...” Kent’s eyes are half-lidded as the smell of rubber fills his nostrils- his thoughts slowing even more.

He leans in closer, taking in a deep whiff of the rubber. He holds back a moan, and in the corner of his eye notices the inviting 'O' shape mouth. A wicked grin spreads across his face and in his drunken state, a brilliant idea forms.

“Well, well, looks like this toy is just begging to be used,” he slurs, fumbling with his belt. With clumsy movements, he frees his hardening cock, giving it a few strokes, “Don't mind if I do, right buddy?” Kent straddles the toy’s head, positioning himself above that tempting opening, “Hope you don't mind sharing your new toy, roomie.” With a grunt, he starts to push his thick cock past Jared's stretched lips, groaning as the slick latex engulfs him.

Kent groans and thrusts faster, using Jared's mouth like a cheap fleshlight. Jared’s mind now registering the thick cock invading his mouth... its taste... its smell... But any horror is suppressed as his mind is bombarded by even greater sensations of pure pleasure. The suit rewarding him for his use. Drool leaks out around Kent’s cock as he chases his release. With a loud groan, he hilts himself deep and starts to cum directly down Jared's throat.

“Fuuuuck yesss, swallow it all you rubber slut!” 

Kent moans, pumping load after load into the latex sheathing Jared's gullet. At the exact moment of climax, Jared's vision flashes again:

User 2 Identified: Kent Fields........User Preferences: UPLOADING........ User Sync: 10%.........Directives: PENDING UPLOAD

Somewhere in the depths of his pleasure-addled mind, Jared registers a new presence, a foreign consciousness briefly merging with his own as Kent's essence is pumped directly into him. The sensations intensify tenfold and in that moment, panic fills him. And then everything goes black...

[biolumien]

heya!! Saw you had open requests. And I was wondering if you could do something with Hoshina with the trope of Opposites attract?

Like maybe reader could be shy and quiet type. Who is strangely not a fighter like he is. Reader could be a sweet civilian or something and it'd be nice to see how the rest of the characters react to their relationship. Though of course, feel free to change it as you wish. Whatever you write I'm sure it'll turn out amazing.

Feel free to ignore this if it isn't your fancy :DD

notes: ahh repeat it with me now the fic got away from me and took on a life of its own... i hope this is okay ;-;!!

cafe latte

soshiro hoshina x gn!reader no content warnings necessary. i think word count: 1752

the first time you were saved by soshiro hoshina was in front of the wreckage surrounding your cafe. 

the smell of blood was overwhelming as you stepped out warily, wincing as a drop of the kaiju carcass’s acidic blood dripped onto the pavement in front of you, carving out a hole in the concrete. 

“careful!” a voice called out from somewhere above you. “it’s still not safe for civilians.” 

you watch as the vice captain of the third division, soshiro hoshina, lands deftly on the ground, sheathing his twin katanas at his back. his closed, smiling eyes crack open just a tad, and he hums, his voice muffled by his respirator. 

your eyes go wide. 

the third division was legendary among the defense force, after all, and it was soshiro hoshina in the flesh in front of you! your body seemed to move of its own accord, and--

“um–can i,” you stammer out, pulling out your notepad for taking cafe orders. “can i get your autograph?”

“huh?” hoshina wipes a bit of blood from his suit. “i mean, sure, but wouldn’t you rather get an autograph from captain ashiro? i’m sure the resell value on that is far better.” even as he said this, though, he’d reached out to sign your notepad, scribbling a haphazard signature.

“i mean–everyone likes captain ashiro,” you say nervously as hoshina hands the notepad back to you. “but—you kept the kaiju from wrecking my—my shop.” you shift your eyes to the front of your cafe, and then back to hoshina, covered in blood and still wearing his respirator mask. “so i wanted your signature specifically.” 

“oh, i see,” hoshina says. he sounds teasing. “business will be slow for a bit, though, with the cleanup. are you going to be okay?” 

“oh? i—yes, i… it’ll be fine. the cleaners usually take… two weeks, i think. so… it might be a bit slower.” 

“hmm.” hoshina hums, removing his mask. you’d seen hoshina’s face on the news, largely in the background as mina ashiro spoke on eliminating the kaiju threat—so you’d known he was handsome, but something about seeing his face in person was different. he felt more—tangible. real. 

“i’ll have to stop by some time,” hoshina says with a smile. 

“i…” you lift up your notepad to hide your face. “i-i mean… sure. i… i don’t know why you would… but—”

“think of it like me paying you back for the slow business,” hoshina says. 

“okay,” you say, your voice hitching slightly. 

[…]

business was slow the next week, as you’d told hoshina. the kaiju carcass outside was pretty bad for business, really–something about the bad vibes, or something like that. so you go through the motions, cleaning up tables, ordering new coffee beans and stock for the next few weeks when business would pick up again. it was hard work, but it was made a little easier based on the fact that there was hardly anyone in the cafe right now. 

you look outside the window, resting your elbows on the counter, sighing. looks like it’d be another slow day after all. 

you raise your head as the cafe door jingles.

“welcome to the—it’s you,” you stammer out as hoshina walks through the door. off-duty he wears fairly loose clothes, a sharp contrast to how sharply dressed he looks during press conferences. he’s dressed in a loose black jacket with a tight turtleneck, and loose pants with a pair of reasonably-fashionable looking sneakers, with a black mask over his mouth. “you really didn’t have to—”

“not like i had much better to do,” hoshina says easily, waving a hand, pulling down his mask now that he was inside. “it’s not often i get time off. and i gave you my word, so i might as well make good on it.” he walks forward, examining the cafe menu. “what’s good here?” 

“umm—the… americano, is… okay,” you say. “i… think.” “you think?” hoshina blinks at you, his eyes narrowing slightly, teasingly. “does that mean you don’t know?”

“i–no, it’s–it’s good,” you say more assertively now. hoshina laughs, and your heart skips a strange beat. 

“hm… i’ll admit i don’t really drink that much coffee, so i’ll give you free reign to do whatever you think i’d like.” hoshina smiles. 

“i–that’s too much freedom,” you protest. “what if you hate it–” “i’m not gonna hate it,” hoshina says. “i came here out of my own free will after all! just go with the flow.”

so you end up making him a latte, doing a bit of latte art on the top using some cream. it’s a small fox with closed eyes and a sharp smile, and you slide it across the counter for his approval. he picks up the cup, spinning it gently–and you try not to look too hard at his hands. he hums.

“looks almost too cute to drink,” he says. “cheers, though.” he takes a long, slow sip, and you feel your heart pound in your throat as he lowers the cup. 

“is—”

“it’s good,” hoshina says with a smile. “i’ll have to keep coming back here. i can’t believe i’ve missed out on this place.” 

[…]

he just… keeps coming back during his off duty hours, dressed sharply and plainly each time. you make him new animals in his lattes—cats, dogs, bunnies, mostly cats and foxes. 

a few times you attempt a very crazy looking kaiju, but by the time you hand over the cup it’s deflated already, and you slide over the drink with shame on your face and he just laughs, and you try not to think about the fact that his fingers brushed against yours as he takes the cup each time. 

you learn a bit more about him each time, but it’s mostly surface level things. how his day’s going, what’s annoying him—mostly what’s annoying him, but said in a conversationally light way. 

but he asks a lot of questions about you. favorite color, animal, food—innocuous at first, down to grittier questions about good memories, lasting regrets and the like. 

you answer to the best of your ability, hesitantly and nervously each time. 

“not that i don’t… appreciate the conversation, but…” you say one day as you’re scrubbing down a particularly messy table, “why do you ask all these questions anyway? i-i doubt my answers are… anything interesting, so—”

hoshina takes a sip from his coffee. 

you made him a penguin today. 

“i’m just curious,” hoshina says, in a tone that almost sounds apologetic. “work habit. gotta know everything about everyone. your coworkers, the officers, kaiju…” 

he watches out the window for a moment, and you think about the large gap between the two of you—two completely separate worlds as he fights to defend the world from a threat so foreign and massive that it seemed utterly inconceivable—and here you were, wondering about how you might sell enough cafe lattes to make ends meet and pay rent. 

“but more than anything,” hoshina says after a long moment, and you nearly startle hearing his voice again, “i just want to get to know you because you’re interesting.”

and in his eyes is a weighted, assured sincerity that makes your heart flip nervously. 

[…]

the second time you were saved by soshiro hoshina, it was a smaller, less dramatic affair. 

you’re carrying out trays to some other customers while hoshina sits at one of the tables, his laptop open as he’s working on some paperwork. 

and then suddenly you trip on one of the floorboards, falling forward with a yelp, and you brace yourself for the utter worst—spilled glassware and maybe a really bad fall—but then you gasp out as hoshina pulls an arm around your waist, keeping you from completely planting on your face. 

he lets go soon after, his eyes scanning yours for a moment. you wonder why your side feels a little bit colder, why you wished for the pressure of his hand against your side to stay for a little longer. surely it was nothing. 

“careful now,” hoshina says, a teasing lilt to his voice, but then he seems a little more contemplative, slightly more concerned. “nothing spilled too bad, right?” 

“no,” you say, a little dazed as you check the trays to find that thankfully, everything seemed in place. “thank you, hoshina.”

“mhm,” hoshina says, his eyes flitting back to his work. a smirk crosses his lips for a moment as his eyes flit back up to meet yours. “can’t save you all the time, can i?”

you sputter for a moment, and he laughs, and it’s not long before you’re laughing too. 

[…]

there are people huddled outside the street as hoshina enters into the cafe today. he seems a little weary, running a hand through his hair. 

“you look out of it,” you comment. 

“i… the…” hoshina glances back at the people outside. your eyes widen when you notice the telltale ponytail of—

“is that mina ashiro?” you exclaim, slamming your hands against the counter. “seriously? out here?” 

hoshina looks wearier at the excitement in your voice. 

“sorry,” you say. “but why is she here?” 

“i…” hoshina looks up at the ceiling, exhaling for a second. “do you want to go out with me?” 

you think your heart stops beating. 

hoshina’s watching you, and his eyes flit to yours, before trying to look at anything else. 

“where—where did this come from?” you ask. you want to hide behind something. your ears feel hot, and he coughs. 

“it comes from… ah, i’m not good at metaphor,” hoshina says, spreading his hands. “it’s so much worse than being straightforward—so i’ll just put it plainly. i like you. i come to the cafe a lot because i like you. i want to go out with you. and some of my… coworkers,” 

hoshina turns to glare at some of the people outside, who seem to scatter at his stare. 

“…were interested in seeing the person that has captured my attention. so… i hope that’s clear.”

does he seem ever-so-slightly nervous?

your face feels hot.

“yes,” you say, reaching out to clasp his hand. “of course.”

hoshina exhales, loud.

“okay. good. not that i was nervous or anything, but i’ve got a reputation to uphold out there, with those clowns,” hoshina says, squeezing your hand back, cool as ever. you smile, leaning up to kiss hoshina quickly, and he laughs, brushing his nose against yours.

and out of the corner of your eye, you see mina ashiro taking a picture with her phone. 

[2hightocare]

DOWN BAD! 02

Synopsis: Despite undeniable chemistry, your guys’ relationship remains undefined, caught between playful teasing to deeper, unspoken longing.

Pairings: bad boy! jungkook x fem! reader

Genre: friends to lovers. college au. slowburn!

Warnings: angst, drug use, profanity, explicit content, talks about abusive home, fighting, arguing, screaming, crying, flashbacks, oc and jk are nineteen (freshmen’s in uni) mentions of death, daddy/mommy issues.

a/n: GOSHHHHHHH! pray for my girl yn😓😓 she’s down bad and she fr ain’t getting up. Left you guys on a cliffhanger hehe. enjoy🤍🤍

01! playlist

"What do you want?" He says, the smallest glint of amusement on his face has Jungkook's stomach recoiling.

"The regular," Jungkook found himself saying, reaching into his pocket, pulling out his wallet. "I don't have opioids. My supplier said there was a shortage—want to try some new shit?" Yoongi says as he balances his cigarette on his lips, looking into a cabin.

"You've tried snow before, right?" He looks up at Jungkook who stands there. "No, I told you l don't fuck with that shit," Jungkook shakes his head, putting his wallet back into the pocket of his jeans.

"It's on me, just try it," Yoongi hands Jungkook a small bag filled with white powder. "Just snort it and let it do its thing, boy," Yoongi chuckles as he watches Jungkook look down at the drug in his palm. "It won't kill you if that's what you're thinking," he continues, taking a drag from his cigarette before exhaling.

Jungkook's mind immediately goes to you as the words leave Yoongi's mouth.

“You’re going to kill yourself,” you scream, your hands pulling on your hair as Jungkook watches silently—his heart breaking as he sees the tear fall from your eye. Whatever he wants to say stays stuck in his throat.

“I’ll be fine,” Jungkook finds himself muttering, a loud scoff heard from you as you hold his face in your hands, making him look up at you. “Tell me what’s wrong, fuck! I’ll fix it, just tell me,” you cry out. Jungkook watches as your legs give out and you drop to the floor in front of him.

Jungkook feels his stomach drop, his heartbeat stops, and his mind goes blank. He wants to drop to his knees and beg you to not care and run away as far as you can from him, but the selfish part of him wants you to stay.

“Baby,” Jungkook slurs, the drugs in his system not letting him speak normally. “I’m so fucking sorry,” he apologizes again for the hundredth time in the past few days. Jungkook drops beside you, removing your hands from your face as another sob racks through your body. Your eyes red and puffy as tears continue to cascade down.

Jungkook knows nothing about love, but there’s you. The highlight of his days, the only reason he even wants to wake up in the morning.

He hates how he drags you along with him—in every bad decision he makes. Jungkook’s life hasn’t been easy; an abusive household isn’t something anybody wants, but he’s one of the unlucky ones who got it. He knows he’s a legal adult and can move out, but his feet stay glued inside that house because of her, his mom.

God. Jungkook has seen everything fucked up in the piece of shit he calls his house. The blows his mom would take from the man whose blood Jungkook carries. He wasn’t a father to him, that’s for sure. Screams and fighting are the only things his house is filled with. He never heard a bedtime story or got a good night hug. The hug was replaced by a hit on the cheek, jaw, face—or anywhere his dad could get his hands on.

Jungkook blames his dad for the way he is, and every time he looks at you, he imagines the what ifs. Jungkook has done everything he could do to push you away, but instead of leaving, you stayed. It’s scared the shit out of him.

He’s in love with you. Jungkook has never felt anything more in his life than his love for you—it’s almost pathetic how much you make him feel. If your love were a drug, Jungkook would do it every day, every hour, and every minute instead of all the shit he put in his system to forget.

Your love is pure and innocent—everything that Jungkook isn’t. Every time he looks at you, he’s afraid he will break you. He wishes you could realize how unfixable he is and leave—but instead, you’re on your knees begging for him to be better.

How badly did he want to be better; so he could be with you.

“Stop saying sorry and stop doing it, fuck,” you sob, your fist holding onto his hoodie—your knuckles turning white from fear that if you let him go, he’ll vanish.

“You’re better than this. I know you are,” you cry, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, wetting his hoodie with your tears. “Please stop, you could die.” you beg desperately, like a child would.

“Shh,” he comforts, his hand rubbing your back as you sob into him, “I’m sorry.”

As Jungkook walked, the guilt inside him consumed him more and more. The hurt expression on your face after he disrespected you remained etched in his mind, feeling like someone was poking his heart with a needle with each step he took.

Similarly, the weight of the small bag in the pocket of his sweater sent a sense of panic through his body. He hadn’t planned on taking it, but the moment it was placed in his hand, he couldn’t bring himself to give it back. Instead, he bit his tongue and shoved it into his pocket.

His heart sank as an image flashed in his mind of what your reaction would be if you ever found out. With a shake of his head, he buried the thought deep within him before reaching the main door of his house.

Jungkook’s hand trembles as he holds onto the doorknob. He had nowhere else to go, it was either yours or this. He felt his throat close up as his mind went back to you, his heart screaming for you. To turn around and run back to you—like always, his safe space. The only place where he could let his guard down.

The aching sensation in his chest reminded him of the first time he told you about his dad. You were both seventeen—laying on the carpet of your room, staring up at the ceiling. The broken expression on your face after he confided in you made him feel worse than any hit he had ever taken.

“Did you seriously get into another fight?” you groaned as you examined his face, the purple and blue marks beginning to form twisting your stomach in knots. “Who was it this time?” you frowned, your hand reaching out to touch his bruised cheek.

“Didn’t fight anyone. I actually hit myself with the car door,” the lie flowed smoothly out of his mouth.

“A door?” You raised an eyebrow, not fully believing him. Jungkook had a tendency to throw the first punch after someone lightly touched him—he had more suspensions and run ins with the police than anyone could count. Every time you saw him, there was another bruise decorating his skin, always brushed off like it was no big deal.

“Who was it?” You tried again, your face turning to him.

Jungkook's eyes remained locked with the glow-in-the-dark stars on your ceiling. “I can’t tell you,” he mumbled softly into the darkness.

“Why not? Is it a secret?” You quipped, scooting closer to his side—your finger tracing his features as he let out a deep breath. “It’s a really big secret,” he hushed, to which you only nodded eagerly.

“I can keep a secret,” you smiled, your heart beating fast in your chest as you noticed the proximity between you two. You raised a pinky into the air. “Pinky promise,” you bit your lip anxiously, watching him interlock his pinky with yours. “Okay, now tell me.”

“My dad,” he said, releasing a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“What?” You stuttered out, hoping you had heard him wrong.

“My dad, he's abusive,” he restated. The color drained from your face, and Jungkook saw it.

Sadness written all over your face. Words didn’t come out when you opened your mouth; instead, an ugly cry replaced the words.

“That’s why I can’t stand someone’s hands on me,” Jungkook says, his eyes squeezing shut as he tried to escape the pain in his heart. It felt as if he was being kicked and thrown.

“Fuck.. I always touch you,” you bit your lip, trying to contain your sobs. “Your touch is the only touch that doesn’t repulse me, baby. So if you plan on not touching me, don’t,” Jungkook quickly interjected, grabbing your hand and intertwining it with his.

Jungkook loved your touch; your fingers on his skin felt like heaven. It almost confused him how much he looked forward to it—sometimes he found himself initiating it. You were the only exception with such privilege; anyone else who laid a finger on him sent a sense of nausea and shivers down his body.

“I didn’t know. I’m so fucking sorry, baby. Let me help you.. we can tell the police, he deserves to be in jail. Please,” you sobbed, placing your palm on his cheek.

“You think I don’t know he needs to go to jail? For all I know, he should be put on a electric chair,” Jungkook spat out, shoving your hand away from his face.

“And fuck. Yes, my mom knows. She fucking gets hit too,” he rambled, his chest heaving as he tried to look anywhere in your room that wasn’t you, and for the first time, you saw him break down.

As Jungkook crumbled down with a loud sob, his hands cover his face as his shoulders shake as he weeps, you wasted no time dropping to your knees and pulling him into you, whispering reassuring words in his ear.

"She doesn't leave," he cried. "I keep telling her he's going to kill her if she doesn't leave, but she stays." The cracks in his voice mirrored the cracks in your heart as you listened, feeling the weight of his pain, as the double meaning clicks in your head.

"And I can't leave. Who's going to protect her if I'm not there?" he sobbed quietly, his hands tightening around your waist. "I'm scared that if I leave for too long, I'll come back to a house with a dead body in it," he confessed, sending shivers down your spine.

"Baby," you cooed, tears streaming down your cheeks,

"we should tell the police. They'll help you. I promise."

But his response shattered your hopes.

"No," he croaked out, untangling himself from your embrace.

"Listen to me. If you even think about telling a policeman what I just told you, I swear to god yn, I will never fucking forgive you," Jungkook shook, his face contorted with pain and panic.

"I trust you enough to tell you, but I swear if you say anything about this to anyone, we're done. Whatever the fuck we have, it's done. I will never fucking forgive you."

Jungkook pushes the door open, and he’s met with silence. Without thinking twice, he rushes to his mom's room, slamming the door open to be met with her limp body on the bed.

His heart stops beating, and suddenly everything stops—his hand trembles as he makes his way to her. He nudges her once.

“Mom,” Jungkook calls, only to be met with silence.

“Mom,” he tries again. She stirs in her sleep.

“Jungkook?” She croaks, her voice hoarse as she peeks from her lying position. Jungkook's heart picks up again, letting out a sigh of relief.

“Mom, are you okay? What happened?” Jungkook asks, dropping beside her on the bed. His fingers move her dark hair off her face carefully, revealing a bruise on her cheek.

“He hit you again?” Jungkook lets out a growl, his fist tightening beside him.

“I made him mad. It’s not his fault,” she defends, almost automatically making Jungkook scoff. “Mom, that's not an excuse!” He grits his teeth.

“He isn’t a bad man, Jungkook. He's still your father,” she sighs, the look of tiredness clear on her face as she winces when she moves to her side. Jungkook watches dumbfounded.

“You know, you remind me of him,” she shakes out a laugh, the whole sentence feeling like a punch in the stomach for Jungkook. The more he tries to breathe, the more difficult it becomes. “He was just like you, you know? Every time I look at you—it’s like I’m seeing him. He is a good man underneath it all, Jungkook. You have to understand that I could never leave him. I’m in love with him,” she continues, and every word feels like a hit in the gut.

“W-what do you mean.. I’m just like him?” Jungkook stutters, his throat drying up and the familiar feeling of tears picking up in his eyes have him clawing his nails into his palms.

“Do you think when I met your dad, he treated me wrong?” She finally locks eyes with Jungkook. The light in her eyes she once had is now gone, replaced with dull, tired eyes. “He was gentle with me, he was sweet, caring, he was everything to me. He’s still everything to me,” a tear rolls down her cheek, making Jungkook suck in a breath.

“What about me?” Jungkook's voice cracks, the knot in his throat tightening as he watches his mom shake her head.

“Am I not everything to you, Mom?” Another tear falls, followed by more.

“It’s more complicated than you think, Jungkook,” she sighs. Jungkook feels his heart crack into a million pieces as he watches the woman who brought him into this life discard him.

“He’s going to kill you one day,” Jungkook speaks, wiping the tears from his eyes before clearing his voice. “He’s going to kill you, and you’re going to let it happen.”

“He wouldn’t do that to me,” she whispers into the silence.

“He wouldn’t?” A shocked laugh leaves Jungkook's lips as he can’t believe what he just heard. “He fucking wouldn’t? He fucking hits you? Aren’t you fucking scared that one day he throws the wrong punch?” Jungkook shouts, anger taking over.

“Don’t talk to me like that,” she snaps. “I’m your mother, and you don’t get to fucking talk to me like that.”

“Well, you’re a shitty mother. A good mother would put their child first. The only reason I’m still here is because of you!” Jungkook snaps back, his frustration growing stronger as he watches his mom stay motionless.

“I keep coming back because I’m scared he’ll kill you. But apparently, you don’t give a fuck,” he breathes out, his hand tugging on his hair—feeling almost manic at the lack of his mother's reaction.

“Every hit he took on me, you blamed it on me. When all I did was try to protect you. But you always choose him. So fucking next time he comes in through those doors and has his way with you, don’t come running or yelling my name to come and save you,” Jungkook spits out before walking out of the room and shutting the door behind him with a loud bang.

Jungkook's mind kept racing, never shutting up for a moment, allowing him to think. His brain was filled with repetitions of everything his mom just said. The words "he was just like you, you know? Every time I look at you-it's like I'm seeing him" kept getting repeated in his head over and over again without a break.

Screams of his mom asking for him to save her echoed in his brain, the weight of his guilt and the haunting memories that plagued his mind had Jungkook pulling out the small baggie from his sweater, moving to the small desk in his room.

Jungkook dropped the white powder on the surface, making a line. Without hesitation, Jungkook leaned over, pinching one of his nostrils before snorting.

A sharp burning, stinging sensation spread through Jungkook's nose as he sniffed, rubbing off the remaining powder.

Jungkook dropped onto his bed in a star position as he stared at the ceiling, the feeling of numbness taking over his body. His muscles relaxed as the drug entered his bloodstream, sending a sense of euphoria—a warm feeling spread throughout his body, making him groan in pleasure.

And for once, the voices finally stopped.

It was embarrassing how you found yourself looking for the man you were in love with every corner of the campus. You started with the lockers and hallways, peeking through every classroom, hoping you’d catch a glimpse of the boy who left you standing in your angel costume Saturday night.

You had debated on running after him; the guilt that weighed you down from the slap was intense. Your touch was supposed to be his only gateway, instead, you used it against him to hurt him the same way his dad does. As messed up as his words were, it didn’t compare.

“Have you seen Jungkook?” You ask, poking Dahlia on the shoulder. She turns to look at you, mouth filled with food as she nods without saying anything.

“You have?” Your eyebrow raises as she continues to nod eagerly.

“Y-yeah, he’s ou-outside, in the corner,” Dahlia finally says, swallowing her food. You throw a small ‘thank you’ and rush outside.

As you run to the corner where everybody meets up to smoke, you curse out loud as you trip on the crack of the pavement before changing your pace to walking instead.

Your eyes meet his in an instant as you pass the corner, the lit-up joint hanging from his lips. You look around to see Taehyung and Jimin with worried looks on their faces. As you walk closer to them, Jungkook passes the joint to his friend before crossing his arms in front of him, flexing his muscles. If you weren’t so mad at him, you would find it hot.

“What’s up, pretty,” Taehyung says, trying to break the awkward silence as he takes a hit off the joint before passing it to Jimin, who looks uncomfortable as hell.

“Hey,” you acknowledge them both, giving polite head nods before turning your attention to the boy in the middle, his eyes bloodshot red with a small grin decorating his handsome face.

“What’s so funny?” You snap, crossing your arms in front of you. A loud laugh slips out of his mouth, shocking the boys beside him. “Hi baby,” he says, his eyes dropping low as he moves closer to you. You push him away with a hand on his chest, making him pout.

“Rude,” he playfully scoffs, leaning back onto the wall and reaching for the blunt on Taehyung’s fingers as he raises an eyebrow at you.

“That’s enough,” you say, taking away the joint from Taehyung’s hand as Jungkook was about to reach for it.

“This is our cue to leave. Let’s go,” Taehyung hurries off, pulling on his blonde friends arm, before they both mutter something under their breaths as they disappear around the corner.

“Don’t throw that, it’s some good shit, and I just bought it,” Jungkook chuckles, reaching for it only for you to push him away.

“Alright then,” you pull the rolled-up paper up to your lips and take a drag. Jungkook's face drops, and suddenly nothing is funny. His hand immediately shoots up and yanks the joint out of your mouth before throwing it on the ground and stomping on it.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Jungkook roars, watching you cough loudly as white smoke rushes out of your mouth.

“Fuck, what were you thinking?” He panics, rubbing a hand over your back to coax your coughing fit. Your throat and chest burn as you continue to cough.

“Don’t ever do that shit again, do you hear me? It’s not good for you,” Jungkook sighs, his rough hand drawing circles down your back as you finally calm down.

“So, you agree it’s not good for you?” You say, your voice hoarse from all the coughing. “Let’s not do this right now, yn,” he pulls on your arm as he walks you to the parking lot. “You never want to do anything,” you yank your arm from his grip. Jungkook takes a deep breath, trying his best not to snap at you.

“Just get in the car, baby,” he continues, opening the passenger door for you. Instead, you push him off and slam the door shut.

“You’re high as fuck; you can’t drive, asshole,” you snap, throwing your arms in the air in anger. “And you’re not?” he clenches his teeth. “I took one hit,” you shove a finger in his face.

“Yeah, a big-ass one. Before you know it, you’ll be high, so get in the fucking car or I’ll put you in it myself,” he snaps. “You wouldn’t dare,” you spit out, and before you know it, your ass is in the air as he hauls you over his shoulder.

“I wouldn’t?” Jungkook mutters under his breath as he opens the car door and sits you down on the seat, reaching for the seatbelt and strapping you in. “Where are you taking me?” You roll your eyes as he sits down beside you.

“To your fucking house,” he says, pulling out of the parking lot of the school and driving you home.

The whole car ride is filled with silence; neither of you decides to utter a word. The moment the car stops in front of your house, you hurriedly unbuckle your seatbelt and open your door before sprinting to your door, unlocking it, and disappearing inside. Jungkook almost screams into his hands, wanting to throw a whole tantrum in this car, but he decides otherwise.

With a loud sigh, he turns off the car, turns to the back seat, gets his sweater, and jumps out of the car. He takes the same route he always did when he showed up at your house, climbing himself over the picket fence before climbing the tree next to your window.

The window is opened as you sit on the ground of your room, your knees up to your chest. Jungkook throws his sweater in first before jumping in.

Then his heart dropped, your small hands hold the tiny bag that was in the pocket of his sweater that had fallen out.

“What’s this, Jungkook?” You voice out, and Jungkook doesn’t miss the wavering of your voice as you finally look up at him. His heart might just have been stabbed by your shocked expression, the betrayal and the pain etched in your expressions send a shooting pain in his heart.

“Baby-“

“Don’t fucking baby me! What the fuck is this?” You interrupt him, your hand shaking as you think of every possible drug that could be in the bag. Jungkook didn’t reply; the words suddenly died in his mouth.

“Is this a way of pushing me away?” You ask, tears starting to flow down your cheeks, mixing with your anger and heartbreak.

“Did something happen at home again? Why? Fuck, why?” You cry, a soul-crushing sob that comes out of you, which has Jungkook coming back to his senses. He feels like shit, and that word doesn’t even cover half of what he’s feeling.

“Please tell me why? I’ll do anything. Let me help you, just fucking stop doing this shit, baby.” You cry, pulling his body to yours, wrapping your arms around his waist, crying into his uniform.

“Use me, scream at me, tell me horrible shit if that helps. Just don’t ever touch any drugs, Jungkook. I don’t know what I would do if you died.” You whisper the last words as you sob into his arms, begging for him to stop. “I’m never leaving your side, so get that into your head. If this is your way of pushing me away, it won’t work.” You sob.

And that’s where everything clicks for Jungkook. His mind thinks back to his mom, “You have to understand that I could never leave him. I’m in love with him,” and his heart drops to the ground. All the walls he took so long to build collapse. He was just like his dad—Jungkook wanted to say he wasn’t, but here he was, hurting you, making you sob into his arms, begging for him to change. The same thing his mom does anytime his father would get drunk.

“I’m not good for you,” Jungkook finally speaks, his hands cupping your face. “I’m not good for you.” He repeats, and you shake your head disapprovingly repeatedly. “Stop.” You cry, your tears wetting Jungkook's palms as he repeats the same thing over again.

“You deserve someone so much fucking better, baby,” Jungkook whispers, dropping his forehead to yours. “You deserve so much better than me. I can’t give you anything, baby, besides heartache and pain.” He continues as you repeat ‘no’ over and over again under your breath.

“Please don’t leave me,” you cry, as he untangles himself from you, pushing your hand away gently when you try to reach for him.

“Fuck, Jungkook, don’t leave. Stay the night; we’ll talk about this in the morning.” That was the last thing Jungkook heard as he jumped out of the window and ran to his car, leaving his heart in the hands of the girl crying on the floor, praying for him to be safe.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Batboys with reader who has a silly collection of stickers and puts them over their faces, their suits or their weapons (most of them with silly encouraging phrases to cheer them up lol)

Dick

He bought you a set of stickers once and ever since it’s been his ultimate downfall but in the most humorous way possible.

Dick has a sense of humour, he didn’t mind a couple of stickers here and there, even going so far as to keep the cute cartoon mushroom stickers that you’ve left on his escrema sticks as your personal touch on his belongings.

He even once woke up to a face full of them and when he asked your reasoning as to why, you only shrugged your shoulders and said ‘I thought it’d be funny to see how many stickers I can put on your face without waking you up.’

Dick takes the whole thing in stride and in good faith and loves the fact that you went out of your way to cheer him up through your cute but inspirational stickers. It was almost as though you knew that he needed a little pick me up that day and did so tenfold by coating his hands in stickers that reminded him of your deep care for him and his mental health.

So nowadays Dick doesn’t mind waking up just to see his face covered in stickers and instead smiles and goes about his daily routine as though nothing was out of the ordinary.

Jason removed his red helmet from his hand and could only stare at the stickers that littered across the sides and back either a blank stare as Roy practically pissed himself with laughter.

‘You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, how did I not see this?’ Jason muttered under his breath, scratching at sticker of a cartoon Robin holding a stick in its beak.

‘Oh there’s nothing to be ashamed of in a little self expression Jason,’ Roy snickered, ‘but I didn’t peg you as the type to collect stickers and cute ones at that.’ He then points to a particular sticker on his helmet of a cat hanging from a branch followed by the saying; just hang in there.

‘piss off.’ Jason told him. He knew something was a miss but didn’t know what it was and now that he knew, everything was starting to make a bit more sense. For starters you didn’t kiss his helmet like you usually did before he left of patrol, almost as though you didn’t want to ruin something on his helmet that he didn’t see, at least not at that point in time.

He should’ve known because you’ve pulled this stint with his guns before in the past but what you didn’t know was that he kept a few that were now a little worn and faded. So while he appear a little peeved that you have took it upon yourself to decorate his helmet, he was a sentimental guy deep down who loved anything and everything you’ve given him and treasures it with his entire heart.

Jason’s a secret sap when it comes to you and knows that he’ll come to laugh at all this at a later date as he recalls all of it to you when he comes home, already envisioning your reaction when he’d inevitably calls you out on it, knowing that he could never stay mad at you for very long. He physically couldn’t and refuses to when all you were trying to do was lift his spirits.

You were too sweet for him but he wouldn’t want it any other way.

Damian

Wants you to take them off at first, how was he meant to be taken seriously if he was covered head to toe in stickers, ridiculous.

He thinks them childish unfortunately

However when you do stop putting your stickers across every one of his belongings for a brief stint, he begins to realise the true intended purpose behind them, and would begin to leave subtle hints that he wanted you to go back to coating everything he owned in stickers in his own way of apologising.

He’s stubborn but he cares for you and what you meant to him and if planting stickers on the sheath of his sword on the premise to uplift his spirits, then who was he to stop you from doing so. He wasn’t use to someone going out of their way to try and cheer him up and was more use to isolating himself from everyone in his room and just draw out his innermost feelings.

So you covering his face, suit and or weapons with stickers with cute and uplifting words was something he needed time to get use to, but once he does he tries to keep the stickers that had long served their purpose within the pages of his sketch pad as a keepsake of your thoughtfulness towards him.

This portion of his sketch pad is kept under a lot of secrecy on his part but you find it eventually because of course you do.

Damian wasn’t use to someone caring about him as much as you did and in a more unique way than littering the hilt of his sword in stickers made to make his day just that a little better. Damian, much like Jason, keeps a sticker or two on his weapons but in places where it would be harder for others to spot and would run his thumb over it whenever he felt that he needed your presence.

Tim doesn’t mind you putting stickers on his stuff, he’s pretty much unbothered by it and would just accept the fact that this was your way of saying that you’re thinking of him and his well-being. Tim knew you well enough to understand what you were trying to say through your stickers from the stickers you used consistently.

However due to his egregious sleep schedule lead to many instances where he would wake up to his face covered entirely in stickers, and at first he thought it was the lack of sleep that was making him see things but soon realised that his face was indeed covered in stickers, and would silently stare at you through the mirror as you tried hard not to laugh.

He threatens to plaster your face with stickers next time, he does follow up on his promise but that’s a story for another time.

To Tim it was almost as if you had just made up an entirely new way of communication through stickers, he’s even got them categorised based on their subliminal messages and what you were trying to tell him through them.

He appreciates the stickers and would even find himself smiling at them on the odd occasion and run his fingers over them gingerly as to not accidentally peel one of them off. He loved your unique way of cheering him up and would get a little sad when he sees that someone them were starting to fade or become worn, only to feel a warmth spread throughout his chest when he saw new stickers next to the places of the old ones.

Each and every sticker had it’s sentimental significance to him and if Tim were to ever find out that you didn’t have anymore stickers to spare, he would buy you more sets and act like he didn’t have any part in this despite the parcel having his name on it.

[stqrglr1]

Car sex with haechan

Genre: smut, established relationship

18+ minors pls dni !!

Unprotected sex (omg pls wrap it), creampie, mentions of blood

Pls this is so short and shitty pls forgive the hiatus i was dating a marine 🙏 inspired by true events

You’re bouncing on it as he whines so delicately. Its bliss. Every whimper from him makes you only that much hungrier. You cant stop, and wont stop, chasing your own orgasm as you feel floods of his cum fill you up so good. “Mmm baby it hurts but oh my god your pussy is so good.” Grunts and deep growls of the words ‘fuck’ and ‘oh my god’ spewing from his lips as he looks down where your bodies are meeting and pressing together. “i cant stop, im getting close. You can last a little longer right hyuckie? You’re my good boy yeah?” He gasps and hitches his breath at those words. Oh he loves when you call him your good boy.

He grips your hips, digging his nails into the skin. The flesh ripping yet you have no idea if its blood you feel or his sweaty palms on your hips. But hes helping you bounce so theres no complaints. Squirts upon squirts of his drawn out orgasm floods your walls until you see stars finally. You shudder and collapse on his shoulder. He coos and caresses your back “its okay baby you did so good, so good baby.” You both are gasping for air. The windows completely fogged up, the dense heat in the car finally noticeable. You feel all the creamy substance between both your groins. You try to lift yourself off him but you’re far too weak. Haechan takes you effortlessly by the waist and sets you in the seat next to him. You wonder how he has so much power in him to do so considering you drained him for all hes worth trying to finish, he always leaves you amazed. Theres still so much leaking out of you that your body is clenching onto. Its dripping so deliciously down your legs but you only think to yourself all your mixed juices is gonna be on the backseat of his car.

He rubs your sides, “are you okay babe?” He looks down at you with his big doe eyes waiting eagerly to hear about how you feel. Ignoring the mess in his car that hes gonna make you clean up with him later. “So good hyuckie. I feel so good” you lean into the corner of the backseat, spread out and bare, you smile and caress his face. Pushing his hair out of his face. The sweat making it stick to his forehead. Taking multiple attempts before you manage to remove it from its determination to stay on his skin.

“You’re so pretty hyuck.” Giving him a kiss on his cheek and pulling him down to hold him in your arms. Missing being close to him. “You’re my pretty boy.”

He chuckles snuggling into your neck “My dick that good huh?” You giggle a “Fuck you.” He responds with an “I love you too.”

[ghoulishhx]

we (the voices in my head and I) need part 2 of please don’t go. So much angst omg!!

aaa all the love on pt1 has me so happyy, thank you!! i hope this satisfys the voices in your head until pt 3!!

part 1 - please don't go ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ part 3 - babygirl, i love you

My Masterlist!

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Pairing: Frank Castle x Fem!Reader

Content: angst to the extreme, swearing, characters thoughts displayed with italics

Wordcount: 2k

Tags: @sydneybowbidney @tinyminxie (you two commented wanting part 2 so i thought you may want a tag too!)

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✦ acceptance

It had been two weeks since Frank left you alone in your apartment, ripping your heart out and tossing you to the side as if you were nothing.

It felt as if you were living in a nightmare, you kept pinching yourself trying to wake up, hoping its all your mind playing tricks on you. You hoped you would wake up in his arms as he embraced you, telling you it’s all okay because Frankie's here, kissing your forehead and rubbing the small of your back as the fear washed away.

But no, this is reality. Your new reality.

You swear you experienced all five stages of grief in the time without him, 

Denial. There was no way he meant what he said, right? He had to feel something for me, had to care about me even in the slightest, the way he made love to me, the way he held me and peppered kisses on my face telling me how beautiful I am. You mean to say that meant nothing?

Bargaining. Maybe I should call him, try and talk to him, sort this out. Being left in the dark like this, alone not knowing if he was dead or alive is slowly killing me, one call won't hurt.. right?

Depression. The first week hit you like a tonne of bricks, you barely left your apartment, your bed even, taking days and days off of work continuously. His outburst and disappearance hit you like a tonne of bricks, rendering you helplessly and barely able to function. 

Acceptance. Yeah fuck that right now, you're not ready for that. Let's skip to:

Anger. 

And this is how you're feeling today. How could he do this, after you exposed yourself so intimately in more ways than one, he was the only person to see you fully naked. He held you while you cried and told you he would never leave your side. You fully understand that it may have been far too much to handle in the beginning, knowing about his trauma and how it still affects him. But this was so unlike him to push you so far away, you think now that your relationship seemed to now have been purely transactional. You patch him up for free, no questions asked and then he fucks you until you can't walk as payment. 

Was he just fucking using me? 

The thought made your stomach churn, anger bubbling and sickness rising. You begin pacing back and forth in your dark and empty bedroom, subduing the urge to pick something up and toss it across the room. That's when you hear it.

tap tap tap

You have GOT to be shitting me

Leaving the room and walking towards the source of the noise, you see him. Sat at the fire escape, the rain pours as it drenches him. You honestly want to just leave him out there, hoping the harsh weather conditions wash him away. 

“Lemme in doll, it's fuckin’ freezin’ out here.. Please?”

You sigh as you stomp over to him, opening the lock on the window and turning away instantly as he climbs in. You leave the room, going into the kitchen to grab your first aid kid. Why else would he be here?

He fully steps inside now, removing his soaked boots so as to not mess up any of your rugs or carpet, taking his dripping coat off and hanging it on the nearby dining chair, you take in his form as he turns to face you. 

Dark circles are formed under his eyes, his five ‘o’ clock shadow heavily visible under the grown out stubble. You can tell he hasn't been eating properly in the weeks past without you, his cheeks hollow. Your eyes meet his for a second before you look away, there was an unrecognisable emotion displayed in them, one you have never seen before. 

He looks down at your hands, noticing the big red medical box. He can't help but chuckle at the gesture,

“ ‘M not here for that sweetheart, I just really needed to see ya.”

“Oh.. okay,” you mumble, surprised. You place the box on the table beside him. “Then why are you here, Frank? Made it pretty clear last time you didn't want to be around me.” you raise your eyebrow as you tilt your head, crossing your arms in front of you. 

“That’s why I'm here, actually..” He looks down at his feet, moving one of his hands to the back of his head. “I just wanted to say ‘m sorry, should never have said what I said.”

“Oh, you're sorry?” you laugh, genuinely dumbfounded by his words. “Where was this two weeks ago Frank, you just allowed this much time to pass without a fucking word, I-I didn't even know if you were okay, you could've died on some other person's fucking rooftop and I would never have known.” rage consumes you, all of your pent up emotions you've been harbouring finally spilling out. “I emptied my heart out to you, and you just fucking left me.” you can't fight the tears that are forming over your eyes, your vision blurring. 

“I know, I know baby I fucked up. I shouldn't have left it so long, I just.. didn't think you'd wanna see me, after the way I left..” he steps closer to you, reaching out his arms to you, you pull away, making him retreat his gesture as he looks down to the ground. You can tell he genuinely feels terrible, it's evident in his body language.

“You're damn fucking right. Leading me on like you did fucking hurt Frank, I thought we had something.. something good. But you made it pretty goddamn clear you don't want me. You said something along the lines of, you wish I left you to die so you didn't have to go through this.” you turn away, putting your hands over your eyes, not wanting him to see the tears that have bubbled over, the air in the room has suddenly thickened excruciatingly so. You struggle to breathe, your body finally catching up to itself after running on pure adrenaline during your entire interaction with him. 

“C'mon.. tell me what I gotta do to make it up to you sweetheart. You want me to go?” he inches closer towards you tentatively, placing his large hand on your shoulder softly as to not startle you. “Just say the words baby and I’ll go, alright? Whatever ya need doll, I'll give ya anything you want.”

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FRANK'S POV

It's been two long fucking weeks. No matter what he does, he can't help but think of you.

He took on extra shifts in his day job, keeping himself busy so his mind does inevitably wonder to you, he would patrol Hell's Kitchen into the early hours of the morning whenever he finished work. He rarely went back to his shitty apartment anymore, the thought of being alone was too daunting. He knew if he allowed himself to think even for a second he would instantly rush back to you. But this is for the best, right? He truly believed he didn't deserve you, your kindness, your compassion, your beauty. He was beneath you, you could have anyone you wanted but you chose him? He felt like it was an insult to yourself, settling for such a broken shell of a man. 

Everything reminds him of you, the moment he hears anyone speak your name in public he turns his head frantically, hoping to catch a glimpse of you.

He'd find himself walking mindlessly through your neighbourhood late at night, stopping at your house and just staring at it for a while. Watching as your shadow moves through the apartment as you switch your lights off ready for bed.

God how he craved being in that same bed with you, holding you, feeling your soft skin with his calloused. The warmth of your body soothed him, knowing you were safe all tucked up in his arms. But that's over now, he made his decision. 

He couldn't help the words that flowed out of his mouth that night, the hurtful things he stated cutting you apart right before his very eyes. Just because he was too much of a pussy to come to terms with his feelings for you, too self absorbed to think about anyone else for a goddamn change. 

He couldn't stop himself from coming to your apartment tonight, his feet moving in your direction subconsciously. Only did he return to his body when he felt his knuckles against the cool glass of your window. He looked in, the soft ember glow of your candles, a sickly reminder of what he's been missing these past two weeks. The warmth of the room being a bitter reminder of the cold words he spat at you the last time he was here. That's when he saw you emerge from your bedroom. 

She looks tired, fuck has she been sleeping at all? Her clothes are hanging off of her, probably hasn't eaten much either. His eyes travelled all over your dishevelled form, feeling his chest tightens into a knot knowing he was the cause. The apartment is a fucking mess, she's never usually like this. Always scrubbing every fuckin’ surface everyday. It took every bit of self restraint to not rush to your side, lifting you up into his arms, cradling you into his chest begging for your forgiveness, to tell you that what you were feeling was reciprocated, 

He loved you too. 

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“Just say the words baby and I’ll go, alright? Whatever ya need doll, I'll give ya anything you want.”

The feel of his rough hand on your shoulder, the pads of his fingers on your skin for the first time in forever soothes the war inside your body. Your breathing stabilises, as you turn back around to meet his gaze.

His hand moves from your shoulder to your face as he rubs small comforting circles on the apple of your cheek with his thumb, once this action would instantly soothe you, now it evokes an entirely different emotion.

The way his body feels on yours sickens you to your stomach, knowing you would never have him again, he didn't feel the same way and that's just something you'd have to learn to live with. 

“Just go, Frank.” you shake his touch off of you as you step back. " I love you. We can pretend all we want that it doesn't change anything, but it does. I'm sorry I love you, I wish I fucking didn't.” you sound out in barely a whisper, shocked if he even heard you at all. "It's not fair on either of us. Just leave.”

You close your eyes to try and barricade the tears from falling. Your feeble attempts are rendered useless as the floodgates open, shaking sobs erupt from your core, each tear laced with anger and sorrow. He attempts to approach you once more, his hand reached out to you,

“Baby girl, I lo-”

“Fucking go, Frank.” you cut him off, your volume increasing to a yell as you point to the window behind you. Opening your eyes to look at him as the demand leaves your mouth, letting him know you were dead serious. 

“If that's what ya want.” his face is emotionless, his words stark and monotonous. He retreats his outstretched hand, shoving it into his pocket as turns from you, grabbing his belongings, climbing out of the window not even bothering to put his boots back on.

He looks back to you once more, hoping to catch a final glimpse of you, but you're already gone, already having climbed back into your empty bed as you sobbed hard into your pillow. 

Acceptance.

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a/n: this fucking hurtt to write i could sob. i wrote this listening to my sad playlist at 6am so LOL. hope you all enjoy, pt3 will definitely be out at some point too, i can't leave this series here with good conscious

my inbox is open!

[ddarker-dreams]

Hey Lock!!!! How are you doing? Do you have any Chrollo crumbs for us? 👀👀👀👀

i'm doing well today anon, thank you for asking!!!!!!!!!!! 💖💖💖 and yes ... i have this chrollo thought that has been floating around in my head rent-free...

chrollo is not a yandere you want to genuinely upset.

he doesn't do 'forgive and forget.' he may appear outwardly courteous, but he's not above being petty and cruel. it's for your benefit that he keeps these tendencies to himself. there are days you can forget who exactly he is, days where he feels more like a pesky ex than an actual threat. deep down in your subconscious, you know you'd never make it far should an escape find initial success. the usual avenues won't be available to you. there's no flagging down a bystander, who in turn will alert the authorities and shuffle you off into protective custody.

there's just you and the dwindling distance between an immensely displeased force.

you're unsure what compels you to do it. perhaps it's paranoia, exhaustion, or sheer desperation from how little you can actively do to prevent what awaits; but you call him. on a payphone, amidst a bustling metropolis. you're seconds away from transit that'd speedily haul you away, should he track the call. your mouth goes dry as each ring sounds. you begin having second thoughts, wondering what exactly it is you're hoping to accomplish—

—when a familiar voice on the other line greets you. the quality distorts it ever so slightly, but your recognition is immediate, as is the way your heart temporarily stops.

he'll ask if you're alright. if you've been resting well, getting enough to eat, taking your medication.

your responses are automatic, like you're catching up with an old friend. he doesn't come across as angry, or upset really; more concerned than anything else. he does care about you. nothing you do will ever change that. he knows your allergies, what you prefer the AC to be on in the summer and heat in the winter, to turn on the subtitles when watching a movie without even asking.

he knows you.

you didn't mean to chat this long. it's a bad idea, potentially the start of the end, yet you can't help asking:

"... are you mad at me?"

he goes quiet.

not much time passes. you think you hear him sigh, but the connection's bad and your brain sleep deprived.

"i don't know, dear," he eventually admits. the pet name lacks its usual warmth. "i'm always pursuing you in some regard, aren't i? and yet... you always turn your back. always evade me, right at the last second. just when i think i finally have you, i'm reminded removing your heart might be my best chance at having it."

another pause.

"don't mind my musings. we both know out of all the lives i'll take, yours is perfectly safe."

[secretlysimpash]

another Octopus Monster Hybrid König x Marine Biologist/Scientist Reader thing for Valentines Day 💝🐙

!!! MDNI !!!

warning(s): reader has no specified gender, reader thinks about chaining and collaring and implanting a tracker in König so...there's that (reader is a little bit mad scientist-y, obsessed with their discovery...smh why are you like this, reader), reader is a peeping tom,some fluff, some smut

You thought that you'd have to teach your Austrian octo-monster housemate about different human traditions, such as holidays. Today is that one Hallmark heart holiday that so many people celebrate, one that you personally haven't had much time for due to your studies. Specifically tentacle monster based studies as of late, its all you've focused on for about two or three months now.

So imagine your surprise when he's suddenly missing from his tank in his small octopus form again. But instead of being in any of his usual places in the house in his humanoid form, like the kitchen or the bathroom or the balcony that oversees the sea that he cam from, he's just...Gone.

"König...Kö?" You call out, straining to listen for his accented voice.

He's a 6'10" beast, it shouldn't be hard to find him. Silently, you curse at yourself for not investing in a nice collar with a bell and some chains for him, something sturdy to keep him in place...Or a tracker, *something* to make sure he doesn't stray too far or try and return to the sea.

You're checking out the security cameras and all recordings from the past few hours on your phone. There's quite a few situated around the house, some newer ones in the room you've designated for König, all are situated in ways that you can see everything that he does in there. You wouldn't want him out of your sight, not for a minute. Just as you get to the timestamp where he's seen exiting the room, a door slams...Followed by some quiet German words. Ones you recognize to be apologetic.

After setting your phone down, you follow the sound of rustling bags and boots being kicked off. For the first time today, your heartbeat is back to normal upon seeing the towering monster of a man. Thick, purple tentacles flick from the bottom of his makeshift mask, one made from another black t-shirt. As it turns out, he's a crafty one, and you didn't mind helping with making a few shirt-masks for him.

"There you are." You say, startling the man a bit. When he finally sees you, the corners of his blue eyes crinkle in a smile. The tentacles cease their frenzied movements once they're freed from the bottom of the mask. "Where'd you even go...?"

"I wanted to surprise you." He said as he turned his attention to the bags. "But I got carried away...There's too much to pick from."

The plastic bags seem simple enough, there's three of them. his hands work to remove some items, and you're a bit surprised when he pulls out a box of chocolates. A classic heart-shaped box with a gold bow around it. He offers it to you, and once you take it he withdraws another item from the bag. The cutest octopus plush you've ever seen, baby blue with a white underside, made of a soft material.

"So...You *are* aware of human holidays..." You muse, taking it and running your fingers over the long plush tentacles. "I thought I'd have to explain that to you."

"Nien, nien...I've spent more time with humans than you think..." He muses as he withdraws a bouquet of red and white roses from another plastic bag, this one a baby pink instead of an opaque white like the first bag. "Let me put these in a vase, abwarten..."

Once he goes off to find an appropriate vase, you watch after him. It must be a way of thanking you for taking him in...Though you'd prefer if he told you where he was going first. And he's spent more time with humans than you think...? You can't think too much about it before your eyes fall on the final bag. A black one. You set the chocolates and plush octopus down before going to inspect it.

Your hand barely grazes the crinkly material before König returns, setting the cylinder vase down on the table with the roses in it. His purple tentacles flick happily, seeming proud of himself.

"I was going to get a vase to go with the flowers at the boutique but--oh!" The Austrian quickly grabs for your hand, eyes wide. "Not yet, not yet...Bitte warten…"

"...Why? What's in the bag?"

"Ach its..." He clears his throat, eyes averting to glance at the black bag. Silently, he takes out some items.

A bottle of water-based lube...A decent sized box advertising a tentacle toy...A vibrator...A vibrating plug?

"...Holy shit...?" It comes out as a question, and your skin heats up as you look the items over. "Kö, what...?"

The Austrian shifts his weight a bit, rubbing the back of his covered neck. "I've seen the cameras, and the way you look at me, doctor." He admits. "You've watched me through them, haven't you? Haven't you seen me looking straight at them when I'm close?"

Your skin warms even more, pulse pounding in your ears. You can't even play dumb. You have watched him touch himself, the way he works the two long tentacles between his legs. One long and knotted, the other a bit shorter but thick. A deep, purple color...Darker than the ones that protrude from his face. You've seen him getting close, practically strangling the knot as you got close yourself...But did you really miss the way he'd stare at the cameras like he claims to?

"My sense of smell is strong, doctor." He continues, taking your hand. "Remember when I called you into my room after a shower once? The moment you saw me...Your pheromones...So fucking intoxicating."

The way he inhales and moves closer, close enough that his tentacles can curl around your neck...You know he can smell those exact pheromones now.

"I know the kinds of tests you want to run. Let me be your subject, Arzt...Bitte." He looks into your eyes, not moving away when your free hand moves up to one of his tentacles. It gladly wraps around your wrist, suckers surely leaving marks on the skin. "Benutze mich."

Benutze mich....Use me. He wants this. He wants what you want and its driving you mad.

You suppose the toy was to try and attempt to get you used to the feeling of a strange, monster cock inside of you.

Joke's on him...You already bought enough monster-based toys to make the most devout monsterfucker jealous. You're more than ready.