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mermmarie · 1 year

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BAYVERSE BOYS - CARING FOR YOU WHEN SICK 🐢🧡❤️💙💜

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Authors Note: I’m sick, so how about some headcanons about the (Bay) boys taking care of you when you’re not feeling well? 😘

No warnings. Rated E for everyone??

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OVERALL: (General headcanons that apply to all the turtles)

Due to the boys genetic engineering, they wouldn’t be susceptible to most human illnesses (if any at all.) So, you wouldn’t have to worry about quarantining away from your mutant boyfriend.

One of my personal favorite headcanons for the Bay Boys (thanks to @dontlookatmytmntcollection) is that they run hot. Their warmth would be comforting and somewhat medicinal (depending on the type of aliment you have.)

Looots of face kisses. Even though they can’t contract your illness, it doesn’t mean they’re down to play tonsil hockey while snot’s dripping from your nose to lips and you’re trying to hack up your lungs every minute. So, you settle with kisses on your cheeks, forehead and ears.

“Babe, I can’t come down to the sewers, I’m sick.” “... Aight. I’m coming to you then.” NOTHING, would stop these boys from coming to your aid when you’re not feeling well. I mean, it is their responsibility to take care of the citizens of New York. They’re definitely not using your illness as an excuse to get out the lair and cuddle with you till sunrise.

MICHELANGELO

Mikey doesn’t like being contained to one spot or activity for too long, so he wants you to recover quickly which means: staying hydrated!! He’ll make sure you’re sipping water every quarter hour, and you’ll have consumed at least three liters worth of fluid each day you’re sick.

However, you being sick does make for a great excuse to stay in bed and play video games. He’s definitely busting out the handhelds, or he’s bringing in a bigger console for you two to start an action-adventure story game together!

If he’s not with you, he’s blowing up your phone with jokes, memes, and funny videos to make up for his absence. After all, laughter is the best medicine, right?

Makes you ‘Get well soon’ cards, and leaves them strewn about your place for you to find when he’s away. If you don’t already have a vase for flowers, he’s bought you one and filled it with your favorite kind. (If it’s allergies that’s got you down, he’ll make sure to get fake flowers because you still deserve them! Just ones that won’t kill you! Lol!)

RAPHAEL

Surprisingly, Raph is the only one out of his brothers who’d be fine with staying in bed with you all day. He hates it when you’re feeling bad, and just wants you to get well soon. So, if that means resting up and getting some good sleep then so be it. The man’s natural heat helps relieve sinus pressure and soothes you to sleep, so you’re grateful for his presence. (Even if he takes up most of the bed.)

The others don’t know this, but Raph is really good at mani-pedis. He’ll trim, file, and shape your nails, as well as pushing back and clipping your cuticles to remove any dead skin. Color is up to you, which he also does surprisingly well for how large his digits are.

Sews you a shawl every time you’re sick. Which hopefully, is not too often, but even so– Raph’s a pro at it, so it doesn’t take him long to whip something up. It’s unbelievably soft and retains heat like it’s him draping his arms over your shoulders instead of the cotton fabric.

He knows how important it is to maintain nutrients and keep your energy up when sick. To save you a mess of dishes and utensils, he puts together dump-n-go meals in a slow cooker! It ranges from soups, to stews, to pastas, and oatmeal. They’re all very tasty and there’s a good amount of leftovers for the next day!

LEONARDO

Remember how I mentioned that Leo would be good at massages? Well, you’d be getting a lot of facials when sick. He’s working on your sinuses to release pressure and unblock your nasal passages. He makes sure to do this before you lie down for bed, that way you’ll sleep easier.

Cleans your whole damn room/house. A clean space makes for a clean mind; not to mention sanitization helps with a quicker recovery period. And since there’s not much else for the two of you to do when you’re down and out, he might as well tidy up. It’s nice to not have any cleaning to do once you’ve recovered.

Depending on the severity of your sickness, Leo will suggest a workout. Nothing too strenuous!! Just something light, like yoga or walking to get you active. You’ve most likely been stationary for most of your illness and your body could use stretching. (I personally should probably apply this practice to real life, hahaha…)

This may come as a surprise, but you watch a lot of trash TV together when you’re sick. Leo is one of those guys who thinks he has no interest and is above that kind of content, but snaps his head to attention when some drama goes down. And nothing makes you feel better than watching someone else’s crummy life play out on the big screen.

DONATELLO

Has immediately placed a ‘clean bill of health’ order on a delivery app, and sent it to your residence. The order consists of: over the counter meds, neti pots, electrolyte-infused drinks, multiple humidifiers (if you don’t already have one), and a boat load of tissues. You think it’s too much tissue until you’ve gone through multiple boxes in just one day…

Like his orange-clad brother, he would propose playing some video games if you’re feeling up for it. Although, unlike Mikey, he’d suggest you play something competitive or involving horror. It’s to get your heart pumping and blood flowing. Of course, he’s creative in his remedies!

He draws up perfectly temperature baths for you with essential oils to ease your congestion and Epsom salt to relieve your muscle aches. He also throws in some bath bubbles cause it isn’t only about feeling better! He wants you to relax and have some fun too!

If you got homework that needs done, housework that requires fixing, or bills to be paid, Donnie’s got you covered. The last thing you need to do while recovering is stress over tasks that he can easily take care of while you’re sick. (Not to mention, he takes much pride in being your go-to man.)

#TMNT #TMNT Headcanons #TMNT Imagine #TMNT 2014 #TMNT 2016 #TMNT Bayverse #TMNT x Reader #Michelangelo #Raphael #Leonardo #Donatello #TMNT Lit #My Writing

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doki-doki-imagines · 1 year

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Synopsis: Your posts don’t show up in the tags and it annoys you endlessly, your boyfriend thinks you are really dumb.

Inspired by what is happening to me right now, I think the health of my stomach is way more important than my dumb stuff showing up, my brain is settled, but my body isn’t. Anyway I only choose characters that I think would “bully” you in this situation LOL. So I wrote this because my brattiness won't make me accept the situation, if this doesn't show up I'll laugh a lot btw

Slightly suggestive

Feat. Sae Itoshi, Tabito Karasu

If years ago someone told Sae that he would end up with an idiot of your caliber he would just have scoffed and told them to “fuck off”. Too bad fate had other plans for him, that’s why he finds himself in the living room, with his partner all curled up on his sofa, half-crying half-pissed off because a post of theirs doesn’t show up in the tags.

One of those posts for fictional men moreover. One of those where the reader do something romantic, if not pure smut, with a fictional man.

The idea of throwing you out of his house really tickles his brain, but your long face and teary eyes are pulling the strings of his heart and he really can’t bring himself to do it.

“Dumbass instead of crying over a fictional man shouldn’t you spend time with your real and talented boyfriend?” Annoyance drips from his voice like venom.

“I know! I’m just frustrated okay? It’s like doing good dribbles, but then always getting blocked by a defender. Easier to understand?”

It would have been if only you didn’t sob every 5 seconds, plus Sae can’t avert his eyes from the snot running down your nose making you look even more pathetic.

The gears in Sae’s brain start moving and soon his body follows, that’s how you found your nose roughly cleaned, in typical Itoshi fashion, eyes puffy, but with no tears, and Sae jacket on your shoulder.

“Why are you looking at me like a dumb fish? Move your fat ass I’m gonna take you to that new burger restaurant, I don’t take ‘no’ for an answer.”

He is already out of the door when you run to him, attracted to Sae like a moth to light.

Sae knows pretty well frustration, the pain in the stomach when things don’t work as you wish to, but he also knows best how to deal with it; by trying to fill your mind with other activities. Maybe now is the burger and how tasty it is and maybe later your mind will be filled with the taste of his tongue down your throat in the backseat of his car, all the attention on him; “rightfully so” he thinks.

He shouldn’t be jealous of fictional men, he really shouldn’t. It’s what Tabito keeps repeating to himself, but why is he!? He knows the point is that nobody can’t see what you’ve written about those guys and not that you’d rather read than spend time with him, but he’s getting livid every second that goes by. Tabito even contacted the assistence to help with your post, but nothing, it just won’t show up and he doesn’t know what’s worse: your sad face with tears staining your desk or his jealousy, anyway they are both making his heart ache.

“Why do you care so much about this! It should be a hobby, probably nobody cares about what you write anyway!” No – shit, fuck he didn’t want to be so mean.

Tabito doesn’t need to look at your face to understand that he went a bit too far. Your lips wobble ready to let out a sigh, and damn he wishes he could turn them into a smile, but he just stutters

“I’m sorry darling I was too-“ then a ding, you both turn to the light source

You look at your smartphone. Your post finally is showing up.

Screams, tears of joy, you throw yourself on Tabito, the chair he is sitting on tilting back, but not enough to make both of you fall. Fucking finally the God up there took pity on the both of you.

“I’m so happy for you”

“Really? You were pretty nasty about this before, crow boy” you sing sang, sitting now on his thighs, Tabito's pale face making you snicker.

“Will you forgive me?”

“Oh, my jealous boy…maybe if you kiss me-“

You can’t even finish the phrase that Tabito’s lips are on yours, the lips that make the butterflies in your stomach always go crazy, the lips that make you feel warm and loved like no one ever can.

“I don’t think one kiss will make me forget, I think I’ll need some more”

“Gladly” Tabito replies, voice already huskier than before.

Your sweet kisses are the only sound in the room, your post forgot, your mind only for that ass of your boyfriend

Finally

#bllk imagines #bllk x reader #blue lock imagines #blue lock x reader #sae itoshi x reader #tabito karasu x reader

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clovesnz · 1 year

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Here is the bus story I mentioned in my pole! I'm not quite as confident in this one since it isn't as..well..rampantly steamy as the last bit of writing I posted was, but I hope you still find it enjoyable! I'm still not quite sure about the ending, so lmk what you think. Once again I am new at this so please be gentle lol

Description: snzy meet-cute on the bus during the height of allergy season. Mentions of mess, stifling, embarrassment, a bit of stuffy talk, and blue surgical masks as makeshift tissues.

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The woman sitting in front of me just…keeps sneezing

God she just won’t stop. I was sitting with my legs propped up against her seat when she started, and I can feel it move every time she bends over.

It’s kind like of a “heEEhshiew” sort of sound, but than every once in a while it’s like she decides she’s going to get it under control and stifle it, which results in a snotty squelching sound and then even louder sneezes afterwords. So I don’t know why she keeps doing it. In an act of self preservation I sit up straight so that my knees are no longer against her chair. She keeps catching the sneezes with her open hand, and then looking up and closing her eyes as she pinches and rubs her nose. She clearly doesn’t have a handkerchief, and I watch in aw as she brings her hand into sleeve and blows her nose right on the cuff of it. I see a glimpse of the shining snot dripping from it as she lowers her hand to wipe the sleeve on the edge of her pants.

Someone was blessing her when she started but they got off a few stops ago, and everyone else has lost interest.

Well besides me. I don’t realize how much I’m staring until she glances back self consciously and sees me, and with another swipe at her nose and a thick sniffle and cringes “sorry, I promise I’m not sick, just ah..allergIEXZ! -”

Startled, I smile awkwardly. God, her nose is so perfect. It’s long and slightly rounded, with dainty nostrils that are twitching and stingingly red. “Oh! No," I hurry, "it’s okay, your fine!” I feel my cheeks warm. That was a stupid thing to say, I mean clearly she’s not fine. She’s already turned back, but I hear myself say “or, I mean- are you?”

Before she can answer she’s overcome by another sneeze, one hand on the back of her seat and the other unabashedly receiving the aftermath. “HHhheeESHIEW!!!!” *snifflle* she looks up, “huh?”

I try not to stare as she wipes her nose down half the length of her forearm in a desperate attempt to keep it’s contents off her face.

“Um, are you okay?”

*snurfff* “yeah I just can’t - HEH - can’t get my ndose to c - calm down and I don’t h-hhhheeeEEETCHIEWW, *snxggg* , ack sorry. Umb, I dond’t have endythig to blow mby ndose with cause a forgot mby…a - a - a - aATTCHEIW!! *snxgxs* *snfff * my stupid bag that had mby tissues in it.”

She continues to work at her nose with the back of her hand, and trying not to continue staring, I look around the bus instead for anything that might help. There aren’t a lot of passengers left, and the driver only has hand sanitizer, no tissues. I would offer the sweater I took off earlier, but that would come across…yeah, we’re not doing that. But then my eyes meet the little box of blue masks that they keep next to the first row of seats. That…maybe that could work.

I ask, “Do you want me to try and find you something?” I feel a little uncomfortable engaging with the situation so much, but hey, even if it’s being earned for slightly unorthodox reasons, at least my attention might get the poor girl some help.

She laughs a little nervously, “oh my god, *sngx*, I don’t want to bother people more than I already am”

Gosh, the poor thing. She’s letting out soupy sniffles with every other word.

“Hold on a sec” I say to her, and I walk to the front of the bus and grab a handful of the blue surgical masks from the little box they have hanging. The mandate on busses has been long gone, they must just keep them around on principal now. As I walk back I take one of them out of them out of its plastic wrapper, handing it it to her when I reach her and setting the rest of the masks on the empty seat next to her.

“Think you could use this?” She looks at it with confusion for a fraction of a second, before noticing the others I brought and registering that I am in fact suggesting she use them like tissues. She laughs, “oh! yeah, that…that could work, *snnngkxx*, I never would have thought of that,” she says as she takes the mask from me, “thankgs.” She pulls open the folds so that she has more area to work with, and than presses it to her face and lets out a gurgling, bubbling blow that turns to honking at the end as she works each nostril. I sit back in my seat behind her and try not to shift, awkwardly.

She folds the mask neatly in half, and to my amazement slips it over her wrist, like a little snot filled handbag. Then she unwraps the next one, still sniffling and sneezing despite the impressive blow. I watch as she unwraps one after the other, filling each with spittle and snot as she sneezes and sneezes and blows and sneezes into each one. My stop is announced and I pull the stop signal, and she looks back at me for a second with a very itchy smile and says “oh hey, that’s mby stop too.” “Oh nice!” I respond, and stand up to swing my backpack over my shoulder. I wasn’t planning on trying to talk to her more. She’s dealing with shit and I would probably be too nervous to make coherent conversation. But now she’s trying to gather all the clear plastic wrappers off of the seat where she’d dropped them, and her hands are already full with snot-filled masks, and she still has a bag on the other side of her that she’ll need to somehow to carry out. And the poor thing is still bending forward to sneeze every few seconds. So in spite of myself, I turn back to her and ask “hey uh, do you want me to get your bag for you?” “TttttchIEW!!” she looks down at her trash-filled hands, and then reaches the back of one of them up to her nose. “Oh! Uhm, yeah sure.” Her face is already red, but I could swear she blushes just a little as she steps back to let me grasp the bag from off of her seat. To the panging of my heart she still thanks the buss driver between sniffles, and he gives her a sympathizing look as we step off of the bus and into the afternoon air.

It’s a beautiful, sunny day, and only just getting a little chilly with a soft breeze that’s started up since I got on the bus. But it is also the cusp of spring, and any doubts I had about what exactly this woman is allergic to are blown away by the tremendous sneeze she lets out the moment she steps off the bus and into the spring air.

"HHhhhEEYAATCHIEWW!!!"

The froce of it almost knocks her over, and she manages to let some of the plastic wrappers flutter down around her and onto the sidewalk. Before she has time to pick them up she is hit with the most desperate, breathless fit a sneezes I have possibly witnesses. She is doubled over, still clutching one of the soaked-through masks to her nose, and just letting out one after another after another.

"HAATCHIEWW!!-eeTChiew! hhiiiiETCHIEW! ETCHIEW! ETCHIEW! ETCHIEW! ETs-eeATSCHIEW - ETCHIEW - ETChew - eeEchIEW!!! HIIIeeeeeeeeETCHIEWWW!!! TSHIEWWW!!! TTTSSSHIEWW!!!"

The wrappers flutter in the breeze a little and I realize someone has to pick them up or they'll fly away. I scurry over and on my knees, start to pick them up. She has break enough to notice, and tries to muster an apology

"I'mb sorry I - I - tttssssSHEW! I - TtsssSHIEW!! I - TTSHIEW! I - fuck - HATCHHHEWWW!! ESHIU! ESHHHHU!"

She bends over again, apparently too overcome to continue to protest or apologize at my helping. I stuff the wad of plastic into the bus stop garbage, and then turn back to her. I'm still holding her bag. I kind of feel bad just handing it to her and walking away while she's in this state, so instead I just kind of...stand there. And watch. And it makes me blush so hard that when she finally gets a chance to catch her breath, she looks over at me and says "a god, I'm sorry, you look so cold standing there."

Someone who is this much of a sweetheart does not deserve such hellish allergies, I think, and I step over and hold out the bag. "you gonna be okay?" She laughs a little, "oh, yeah. *snf,* I'm used to it. I ndow it seems kinda freakish. but it kinda happens every year."

"I don't think it's freakish",' I say, (I think it's cute, I fail add.)

Now that she has a chance, she really looks at me. I just stand there, letting her, and she tilts her head and puts on kind of a thoughtful expression and shakes her head a little and says "you know, you are so cute."

Before I have time to figure out how on earth to handle this information, that this cute incredibly sneezy woman thinks I'm also cute, she gives the poor mask an incredibly enthusiastic blow, grabs my hand in both of hers and says "thank you so much, it was fun meeting you, genuinely," slips something made of paper into my hand, and strides down the street, still rubbing at her nose and sniffling profusely.

I look down at the paper. It's a business card - she must keep them in her pocket or something. I've run into people before who carry business cards with their contact info, but it's not something you see a lot, and the fact that she is one of those people is...somehow incredibly endearing. It has a picture of her, and her name, which is Devin, and her email, phone, and instagram handle. On the back it has a doodle of a cat bopping a star on a string.

I glance back up where she was walking, but she's already turned the corner out of sight.

Slowly, I step over to the trash can again. I mean what would I even say to her, we barely talked? Just having it is going to give me anxiety, feeling like I should have reached out.

But something makes me stop before I actually throw it in. I look at the picture of her. And it must be something about the way her eyes glinted when she told me I looked cold, or the way she...didn't even try to take her bag back from me until I shoved it in her face, or the way she squeezed my hand and said "genuinely." I just can't bring myself to toss it. Instead, I slip it behind the cards in my wallet. I don't have to do anything with it. I can ignore it and just savor the memory of our meeting and never even give the card a second thought.

But, you know...maybe.

There is something exciting about maybe.

#snzfic #snz fic #snz writing #sneeze kink #snzblr #snzfucker #snzario #snz

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seiyasabi · 3 years

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A Farmer Boy’s Crush

(This is a Yandere Ushijima x Female Reader story! I’m sorry in advance, because I think this man is scary ;(( Also, there will be no part two of this, and I’m sorry if it sucks lol.

TW: !Noncon!, Stalker Ushi!, Size kink!, Cumflation!, Spanking!, Dacryphilia?, Choking!, Breeding Kink!, Cockwarming, Threatening behaviour!, etc..

Please proceed with caution!)

“I’m sorry, Ushijima-san, but I’m not interested in you. I’m focusing on my career, so I don’t have time for a relationship.”

It started when you were in highschool.

The volleyball player confessed to you on Valentines Day, equipped with handmade chocolates and roses from his Mother’s garden. At the time, you had no interest in boys. You were way too focused on your future career, viewing a significant other as a distraction. Ushijima, to his credit, didn’t lose his temper when you turned him down. He nodded, silently stalking off to the gym, his posture perfectly straight.

You’d brushed the entire event off, feeling guilty for turning him down so nonchalantly, but also standing your ground. The large man has a harem of girls, and you were sure he’d find a girlfriend that would treat him right.

But, what you didn’t know, was that all he wanted was you. He could never go for another girl, because you’re one of a kind.

He loves how you pick weeds out of the pavement, loves how you help old people bring their groceries to their car, loves how you’re YOU.

So, in his spare time (aka, when he’s not playing volleyball), he watches you. He’d followed you home one day, and he spotted you through your curtainless window.

That’s how it started; watching.

But watching wasn’t enough.

Soon, he’d break into your home, snagging a worn t-shirt or panties, a chapstick on your desk, a polaroid you recently took, etc.. Once in his possession, he’d stalk off home at a leisure pace. Ushijima would then place the item in the shrine in his closet, relishing the new item in his collection.

This went on for years, up until today. Today, he’d had enough. He’d heard from your friends on campus that you’d scored a date with a boy named ‘Kane,’ causing the large man to drive like a mad man in the direction of your home.

Seeing you from your room’s curtainless window, his nose flares in anger. You’re in a cute cherry patterned dress, (applying makeup/doing your skincare routine) in your vanity table’s mirror.

Stomping up your concrete front stairs, he grabs the hidden key in your potted plant outside, and slips inside. Wakatoshi makes his way up your house’s steps, creeping towards your closed door. He can hear music playing, most likely from your phone, and can see your shadow moving from underneath your door.

Grasping your metal door handle, he steps inside your air freshener infused room. His presence startles you, and he can’t help but feel pleasure at the look of shock on your face.

“Ushijima-san? What the hell are you doing-?” His large hand grips your throat, dragging you to your lilac coloured sheets. The olive haired man forces you onto your mattress, large body stradling your smaller form. Your weak attempt at freeing yourself is heartwarming, your spluttering and hits seem kitten-like.

“Why would you go to someone else?” You try to respond, but are unable to, his ministrations not allowing you to breathe. Noticing this, he releases his vice-like grip, merely hovering his calloused hand over your throat.

“What-” Your voice cracks, causing you to clear your throat, as tears drip down your pretty face, “What are you talking about? Why are you in my house?”

He ignores your questions, steely gaze glaring down at you, “Kane cannot provide for you. I have a stable income, he does not. I have my own home, he does not. He has no redeemable qualities. I cannot understand why you would wish to date him, when I am already in the picture.”

You start to sob pathetically, not understanding why your scary ex-classmate is assaulting you verbally and physically, “Ushijima, I don’t understand what you’re talking about! I haven’t spoken to you for years-”

His grip around your throat tightens once more, as he speaks through gritted teeth, “We may not have spoken, but I’ve kept a close eye on you. What happened to you ‘focusing on your career?’ You were such a good, hardworking girl until this point, but now you’re suddenly whoring yourself out to an unimpressive boy. Let me show you who you belong to, (Your Name), because it seems that you’ve forgotten.”

Smacking at his muscular arms, you try to struggle out of his grip. Wakatoshi’s thick fingers tug at the zipper on the side of your dress, slipping it open with ease. He slides the thin straps off of your shoulders, forcing the straps up over your hands, and sliding the entire garment off of you. You’re left in your unmatching strapless bra and panties. He hums in delight at the sight; this must mean that you weren’t going to open your legs for that boy.

“You look beautiful,” He releases his grip just enough for you to breathe with ease, before ragdolling you over his muscular thigh. Your cute ass is on display to the olive haired man, his warm palm ghosting over the fat, “It’s a shame that I must put you in your place.”

Without warning, he slams his hand down, all whilst his free one covers your mouth. A scream rips from your throat, only to be muffled by your ex-classmate. Raising his previously used hand, he spanks you once more, the skin on your ass feeling like it’s on fire.

“I’m going to spank you twenty-five times, don’t try to struggle. If you do, I’ll increase it to fifty,” All you can do is sob in response, causing the large man to continue his assault. The ex-volleyball player doesn’t hold back in the slightest, bruising your ass down to the muscle. By the time he’s finished, your entire body is shaking, face slick with snot and tears. Ushijima can’t help but grow hard at your pain fueled expression. You’re just too cute, “Good. Now, let me reward you for your behaviour.”

You shake your head no, muffled pleas of ‘stop’ just barely heard. Your ex-classmate refuses to acknowledge your words, instead pulling your bruising ass against his hard cock. He unbuttons his trousers, pulling out his long, thick cock. It slaps against your bare stomach, as Ushijima shucks your panties and bra off of your body, exposing you fully to him. Removing his hand from your mouth, you’re finally able to speak as he gropes the fat of your tits, “Please stop! Don’t do this! I’m sorry that I refused you in highschool! Why don’t we go on a date right now? I-if we do that, then we can wait-”

“Shh, there’s no need to panic. We can go to dinner after this; I’ve waited too long for this,” Long fingers reach down to play with your clit, rubbing and squeezing the bundle of nerves with two fingers. His ring finger dips into your opening, forcing your dry walls open.

“Ushijima, please-”

“Call me Wakatoshi. We’re dating, afterall,” forcing his finger in and out whilst rubbing your clit, making your walls slick without your consent.

“Wakatoshi-” He removes his finger from inside of you, before quickly replacing it with the tip of his red, precum slicked cock. Without warning, he slips inside, spearing you open painfully. A loud yelp leaves your lips, as more tears drip down your face, “Take it out! Take it out! It hurts so bad!”

He relishes the way your slightly moistened walls knead him, practically sucking him in. He rubs your clit with quick, small circles, trying to help you accommodate his size. This, in turn, allows his wrist to lay against your tummy, feeling the way your tummy distends with his cock.

“You’re so tight. I always knew you were perfect for me,” He starts to bounce you on his prick, making it feel like your pussy was being ripped from your body. A small scream leaves your lips at the feeling, only for you to be silenced by a heated kiss. Waka’s body curls into your own, forcing you further onto his cock, and making it even harder for you to get off of him.

He bucks up into you like a mad man, fucking you on his length at top speed. The pain you previously felt slowly turns into pleasure, as the pressure on your clit increases. A few small moans escape your mouth into his, as he swallows them whole.

Wakatoshi lightly smacks your clit, making your eyes roll to the back of your head in pleasure. He releases you from the kiss, choosing instead to suck hickies onto your lolling neck. He grunts at the feeling of you tightening with an oncoming orgasm, as he rubs your clit as hard and fast as he can.

“Cum for me, cum right now. Let your womb swallow my seed, (Your Name), it’s clear that you need my baby to set you straight,” More tears drip down your face as you try to stop yourself from cumming.

“No! I don’t want a baby!” Waka doesn’t respond, only slapping your clit one last time. A strangled scream erupts from your throat, as you squirt all over him and your light coloured sheets. The force almost knocks him out of you, but he presses you down completely on his cock, allowing him to cum directly against your unprotected cervix.

Your body shakes with your sobs as you wrap yourself with your arms, and you try to get off of him. Wakatoshi wraps you in a constricting hug, keeping you completely enveloped by his large frame.

“You’re such a good girl for me, (Your Name). Now, let’s get you home, you clearly can’t be independent. Just rely on me, and I’ll keep you well fed and happy.”

You shake your head no, trying to escape his arms, but it’s no use. He’s so much bigger and stronger than you, making it virtually impossible for you to escape.

Grabbing your blanket, he wraps you with it, before standing to his feet. His cock is still inside of you, as he walks out of your house, and towards his parked Kei truck. He opens the door, and slips inside, you still cockwarming him. He sets a hand on your distended, cumfilled belly, and sighs in content.

“Everything will be alright. Let’s get back to the farm, and I’ll make you a nutritious meal. After all, you need to be strong for our growing baby.”

#yandere ushijima #yandere haikyuu imagines #yandere haikyuu #yandere haikyuu x reader #ushijima x reader #ushijima wakatoshi

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kkodzvken · 3 years

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right here - dabi x f. reader

“it’s happening again but i don’t give a fuck about your friends i’m right here, here. baby take a look around i’m the only one who hasn’t walked out i’m right here, here.” - chase atlantic, “right here”

touya-nii wants his baby sister all to himself. smut + angst, DARK CONTENT, 18+ MDNI

wc: 5k

warnings: stepcest (reader’s mom and rei are together, and reader calls him nii-san/touya-nii), emotional manipulation + toxic relationship, drug use, mentions of violence + murder, dumbification, infantilization (reader’s a crybaby lol), degradation, unprotected sex w no prep

a/n: the lovely @inkykeiji ‘s touya-nii series is my absolute favorite fanwork i’ve ever read, and it inspired me to write this!! thank u so so much clari for letting me post this and for creating such a beautiful world with your words </3

“Oh, baby, what’s wrong?”

His words startle you, and you jump with a little yelp, dropping your bag onto the ground in surprise. It lands with a loud thump against the shiny hardwood floor, the sound making you flinch again.

He wasn’t supposed to be home yet. Your nii-san was almost never there when you got home from school. He was rarely home before the late hours of the night, well past midnight, when he’d slip into your room without your mother or Rei noticing. Which is why you’d allowed yourself to cry as you walked into the house, why you didn’t bother to wipe away the spidery mascara tears dripping down your face or swipe the snot off your nose. Your stomach coils uncomfortably at the thought of your nii-san seeing you like this, and you duck your head down, sinking onto your knees to retrieve your fallen backpack.

“Princess.” His voice was sterner this time, and it sent a little spike of fear shooting through you. You couldn’t handle his disappointment, not today, not after everything that had happened. “When I ask you a question, I expect an answer.”

“S-sorry, Touya-nii,” you stutter, eyes still trained on the floor. He sighs, a dramatic, overly exaggerated sigh that sends another dagger into your heart. You hear the sounds of the couch creaking as he gets up, the sound of his sock-clad feet treading against the hardwood as he made his way to you. His own knees hit the ground, and a large hand finds its way to your chin, long fingers hooking under your jaw and pressing upwards. You let out an involuntary whine as you’re forced to look up at him. Please don’t be mad, please don’t be mad, please don’t be mad, you think over and over, bracing yourself for his disappointed glare.

But instead, you’re met with concern swimming through his turquoise eyes. Somehow, that hurt even more than his reprimands would have. He was so busy, already so stressed, and now you’d gone and made him even more worried with your stupid crying. Stupid crybaby. Stupid, pathetic crybaby.

The thought triggers a fresh wave of tears, and you instinctively raise your arms to him. With a coo, he wraps his strong arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his body. Your face finds its home in his chest, nose buried in his soft cotton t-shirt. Your body shakes as sob after sob pours out. His hands trace comfortingly over your back, rubbing gentle circles against you as he holds you so tight that it almost hurt. But it doesn’t hurt, could never hurt. Nothing ever hurts when it came to him.

“C’mon baby, talk to me,” he whispers against the crown of your head as he presses soft kisses into your hair. “Nii-san can’t help until he knows what’s wrong, baby.”

You sniffle, and then pull your face out of his grey t-shirt, now stained with your tears and makeup and snot. “’M sorry, nii-san,” you whimper. “Sorry for worrying you. ‘M fine, I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me.”

He tuts at that, and pulls you close again. This time, your face buries into the crook of his neck, your nose pressed directly to his skin. You inhale his familiar scent – Marlboros and spicy deodorant and something distinctive that’s so painfully him – and as it floods your nostrils, it helps to calm your breathing a bit. He’s saying something, his voice impossibly low, even lower than usual as he speaks directly into your ear. You force yourself to pay attention to his words. “…always worry about you, princess, you’re my everything. Don’t hide yourself away from me. You know, you make me more worried by not telling me what’s wrong, and you don’t want that, do you? You don’t want to worry your nii-san, right?”

You shake your head furiously – or, at least, as furiously as you can when his strong arms are caging you tightly against his body. It’s enough, though, because he coos and nuzzles into your hair. “Then tell me what’s wrong, baby.”

“It’s stupid,” you mutter against his skin. “I’m just being a crybaby.” You don’t look up, partially because you can’t with how tight he’s holding you, but partially because you didn’t want to see the disappointed expression on his face. “But…my friends. You know, I’ve told you about them. Katsu and Hanta and Eiji and Denki. They…they told me we couldn’t be friends anymore. They said they don’t want to be friends with a stupid baby like me.” Reliving the moment makes your skin crawl, and threatens to make you start crying again, but you blink your eyes to force the tears away and continue. “I don’t understand, Touya-nii! Just yesterday, they walked me home, and everything was fine! And now they hate me! I’m... I-I’m just…” The dam in your chest bursts, and the tears that you were trying so hard to keep at bay erupt at full force.

But your nii-san is there, with his arms wrapped tight around you and his warmth enveloping you. By this point, you’re completely in his lap, your thighs straddling him. You can’t deny that being this close to him affects you, like it always does. The combination of your already fragmented emotional state, paired with his hands that have now snuck under your shirt and weight of his clothed cock pressing against your core, make you desperate. Without realizing it, you’re rocking your hips, chasing bliss in one of the only ways that you know how to.

His warm hands grip at your waist and squeeze. The pain makes you gasp and still your movements, and you look up at him. Your wide eyes, sparkling with unshed tears, meet the blue flames of his own irises. His blown-out pupils cover most of his eyes, but you can see the ring of turquoise that surrounds them, that beautiful cerulean sea that you adore so much. Your heart pangs, and for a second you wish that he’d stop with the drugs and let you see those pretty aqua pools more often. But you catch yourself before you can get carried away. Nii-san knows best, after all. Who are you to question him?

You’re just a stupid baby, like your friends said. You suppose that they’re your ex-friends now, although the thought sends another sob wracking through your body. Touya’s eyes don’t leave yours, and he swipes away at your tears with one of his long fingers. “We’re not fucking right now, baby. You’re too emotional. C’mon, let’s go to bed.”

He gently repositions you in his arms so that he can carry you, and then he stands up and walks towards the stairs. You just let him, too dazed to say anything. Touya-nii? Turning down a chance to fuck? What has gotten into him? It’s so out of character that it leaves you dumb and confused. He walks up the grand staircase and across the plush carpeted hallway that leads to his room, easily transferring your weight to one arm so that he can push the door open. He gently lays you onto his plush mattress, and you expect him to climb in with you, but he walks towards his dresser and opens the second shelf from the bottom.

Your heart sinks, but you try and ignore it. Touya-nii knows best. Touya-nii knows best. Touya-nii always, always knows what’s best. He rifles through the various bottles and baggies that he keeps in that drawer before pulling out a little orange bottle filled with blue and white capsules. Wordlessly, he shakes a few out onto his palm before tossing them into his mouth and swallowing them dry. He’s probably used to it, with the way that he swallows more drugs than actual food these days.

He slinks back to the bed and plops down next to you, the weight of his body slightly launching you up. You shriek, and he chuckles. You try to shoot him a glare, but your nii-san is just so pretty when he’s smiling that you can’t help but giggle along. He extends a finger and curls it in a “come hither” motion, and you obey, scooting yourself towards him and nestling into his familiar warmth.

“Your friends are stupid,” he says. It makes you flinch. You had almost forgotten about the reason you were so upset – Touya always made you smile, always took the weight off your shoulders and made you forget about everything that was wrong. But his words are a harsh reminder, and everything comes tumbling down once again.

He notices the shift in you – always so perceptive, always so attentive – and presses a kiss to your forehead. You tilt your head up, desperate for the warmth of his lips against your own, desperate for him to touch you and take the pain away, but he shifts away. “Listen to me first,” he says sternly, and you nod, ever the obedient little puppy.

“Your friends are stupid,” he continues. “They’re stupid, and if they don’t realize your worth, that’s their loss, baby.” One of his hands comes up to cup your face, titling your chin so that he can gaze directly into your eyes. It’s far too soon for the oxys to have taken effect already, but you could swear that his pupils are even bigger than they were before. His eyes feel like an abyss, like black holes, sucking you in. You don’t think that you could ever escape – you don’t ever want to escape. “They think that you’re a dumb baby? They think that you’re too weak and stupid? They’re idiots. You’re my baby, and you’re perfect just the way you are.”

His words are like a fire, and it burns away some of the ice that formed in your chest after you’d spoken to your friends. Still, your pain doesn’t disappear quite so easily. Your little hands clutch his shirt and tug. “B-but I love them, nii-san. I don’t want them to think I’m dumb.”

Touya’s eyes flash dangerously, and your stomach twists. You don’t know what you did wrong, but you’re terrified that you made him mad, that he’ll throw harsh words or blows at you. Or, even worse, that he’ll push you away and leave. But the anger disappears as quickly as it came, and you try to tell yourself that you just imagined it. “I don’t give a fuck about your friends. You don’t need to love them, princess. You don’t need to love anyone else.” The hand that was cupping your face moves down to your chest, and you think that he’s finally going to touch you like you want him to and make you feel good. But instead, he taps at the space between your breasts, his large finger thumping against the spot on your ribs that shields your heart. “This little heart? Princess, you don’t need to give it to anyone but me. I’ll take care of your heart.”

You furrow your brow. Touya has always been protective, has always insisted that you don’t need anyone but him, but this still leaves a sour taste in your mouth. “Touya-nii,” you start to say, but he cuts you off.

“This isn’t the first time this has happened, has it, angel?” His words are just leaving you more confused, and you open your mouth to say so, but his hand shoots out and squishes your cheeks like a fish, effectively silencing you. It hurts, with how tight he’s squeezing you, but you can’t deny that the warmth of his hand is comforting. “Everyone’s left. Your dad left. Your mom’s never around. Those girls you used to hang around with, they don’t talk to you anymore. All of my siblings,” he says, spitting the word with so much venom that you recoil, “can’t stand you. And now these boys. Baby, take a look around. I’m the only one that hasn’t walked out.”

His words hurt. They hurt because they’re true, because you scramble to find a single example of someone who love who hasn’t left you, and you can’t. You can’t. Your nii-san is the only one who’s stuck around, who’s listened to you cry and comforted you without running away. The only one who hasn’t recoiled at how sensitive you get, the only one who takes care of you and gives you what you need. A fresh wave of tears springs out of your eyes, and you try to bury your face in his chest, try to do anything but stare at the voids that used to be his eyes, but his grip on your face is far too strong.

“What’s wrong with me?” you whimper.

He coos, and releases his bruising grip, choosing to instead cradle your face again. You expect him to give you comfort, to tell you that there’s nothing wrong with you. You open your heart, ready to embrace the warmth of his words.

“You’re dumb,” he says, matter-of-factly, and your face must betray your surprise, because he begins to rub little circles into your cheek. “You’re dumb,” he repeats. “You’re sensitive, and you’re childish, and you wouldn’t survive a single day without someone taking care of you.”

You don’t register exactly when you started crying again, but tears are flowing freely down your cheeks now, running over his fingers that are still moving across your skin. “But,” he continues. “You’re perfect. You’re perfect for me. You’re too much of a god damn brat for anyone else to handle you, but I can handle you. Only I can handle my dumb baby sister. Do you get it?”

He pauses for a second, giving you time to try and absorb his words. The gears in your mind feel like they’re turning painfully slowly, and you can tell that he notices your confusion, because he gives you a dry smile. “This is exactly what I’m talking about, angel. You’re so dumb.” He knocks his fist against your skull, far too harshly, and you yelp a little at the pain. “There’s nothing going on up here. You’re so damn sensitive and annoying, nobody else can bear to deal with you. Don’t you see, princess, how lucky you are to have your nii-san?”

You nod. Your foggy brain is beginning to understand his words. “I’m…I’m so lucky to have you, Touya-nii.”

He chuckles, and he leans down, and finally presses a kiss against your lips. It’s chaste, and over far too quickly, no matter how desperately you try to prolong it, He pulls away and laughs at the pout on your face. “See, puppy, you’re so needy. Your nii-san gave you a kiss, but you’re still pouting and whining and asking for more. Don’t you see why nobody else likes you?”

You nod again. He’s right, you tell yourself, even though there’s still a piece of your brain that recoils at the idea. It doesn’t make sense, what he’s saying. Your friends never said anything about you being needy before, and your mom’s only gone all the time because she’s working, and, besides, she’s the one who took you and left your dad. It doesn’t make sense, but you push aside the stupid resistant part of your brain. Touya-nii must be right, Touya-nii is always right, and you don’t want to make him mad by being a brat and asking too many questions. You were being so dumb, he had to practically spell it out for you. He’s right. Touya-nii knows best. Touya-nii knows best, Touya-nii always knows best.

You look up at him with your glossy eyes, and he smiles back at you with his empty ones. But you can still see the small ring of turquoise that surrounds the voids, and you latch onto them, dive into those tiny blue-green pools and take respite. “’M sorry for being so needy, nii-san.”

“Oh, baby,” he coos. “My pretty, needy baby. Nii-san’s gonna take care of you, because if it wasn’t for him, who else would? You’d be so lost without your nii-san.”

“So lost,” you parrot back. You want so badly to make him proud, to make him give you more praise and sweet words. “Need you.”

“Fuck yeah you do,” he mutters under his breath, before suddenly pulling your face in close and kissing you. It’s violent, it’s messy, but it’s just what you need. He’s what you need. His teeth sink into your bottom lip, and you cry out as the sensitive flesh breaks. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t care – he just slides his tongue into your mouth, and you can taste your coppery blood on his tongue. Your blood, and the acrid taste of smoke from his Marlboros. It’s not bad though – no, it’s great, because it’s your nii-san and you love him more than words can say. His fingers sink into your hips and push you onto your back, and he climbs over you, teeth leaving little marks all over your soft skin.

“Nii-san,” you gasp, and Touya thinks it’s the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard. He breaks away from your neck and revels in the needy whine you let out.

Right now, with your small legs wrapped around his waist and your hands desperately clawing at his shirt, trying to pull him impossibly closer… this gets him higher than any drug ever could. You get him higher than any fucking drug ever could.

You grind your hips against his, and he growls before leaning down to reclaim your lips. It’s not romantic. Nothing about what you have is romantic, despite what the pretty words he whispers into your ears claim. It’s all a means to an end, a deception to get him what he needs. You’re his drug, and he’d rather die than come down. Would rather die than see someone else get their disgusting fingers on what he owns.

Which is why he was so fucking furious yesterday, when he saw you walking home with those four boys that you call your friends. A joke. It’d be funny if it wasn’t so pathetic. You really think those boys have any interest in being just friends with you, any goal in mind besides fucking you?

It was honestly just luck that led to him catching you. Jin was too damn stoned to move, and that idiot Tomura had sent Touya to do the runs instead. He was counting the money that a group of scared-looking college students had handed him, making sure that they weren’t trying to stiff him. He knew they weren’t of course – one look at those kids proved that they were too close to pissing their pants to even think about cheating him – but protocol was protocol, and it was there for a reason. Even if that reason was that Tomura’s big, scary daddy would get mad. He had just tucked the bills into his right pocket and reached into his left for the bottle of little green pills that those kids wanted when he saw you. Or, to be more accurate, he saw you being ogled by four boys, their hands all over you as you walked.

It made him sick. He didn’t even realize that he was clenching his fists until the bottle of pills in his hand exploded and little orange fragments sliced his palm. And even then, he barely registered the pain. It was the startled yelps of those kids that snapped him out of his furious haze, and he just threw the pills and plastic shards in the general direction before turning around and marching towards his car. They were saying something, complaining about something or the other, but he couldn’t fucking care less. His hand was bleeding freely by then, and he stopped before getting into his car – he didn’t care about whatever temper tantrum Tomura would throw about his shitty service, but he did care about his white leather seats. With a frustrated groan, he clawed at the wound with his blunt nails and dug out the bits of embedded plastic, and then pulled the sleeve of his jacket over his palm to staunch the bleeding. It probably should’ve hurt more, but the cocaine and rage flowing through his veins were a hell of a painkiller.

He knew those boys, of course. He knew everyone that you interacted with. He drove around for thirty minutes so they’d all have enough time to get home. His work phone wouldn’t stop ringing, and his fingers were too shaky to silence it, so he just smashed it against the dashboard. It sent more little pieces of glass into his already bleeding hand, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care, he didn’t care, didn’t care about anything besides how fucking furious he was right now. He wasn’t mad at you, of course – you were too dumb to realize otherwise. You probably thought those boys were just nice because they liked you, that they only had innocent intentions when they offered to walk you home. Fuck Jin for rolling when he was supposed to be working, and fuck Tomura for deciding that Touya had to be the one to take his place. Touya picked you up from school every day, and he dropped you off in the morning, and he took you wherever you needed to go. You’d assured him that you’d be fine getting home by yourself today. He assumed that you’d take the bus, which made him antsy, of course – plenty of fucking creeps that could get their hands on you, but at least you’d be in public – but seeing you walk home with that pack of wolves behind you made him see red.

Bakugo Katsuki was his first stop. That blond haired bitch had his disgusting hand thrown over your shoulder, and Touya had half a mind to blow his brains out for that. But, no. He forced himself to stay calm and rational, to control his rage and think about what the best solution would be. If all four of your friends suddenly disappeared, you’d be grief-stricken, and Touya couldn’t have that. He couldn’t have his cute little baby sister wasting her pretty little tears over some brats that just wanted to fuck her, to use her.

Killing was Touya’s go-to way of dealing with inconveniences, but if that wasn’t an option, he was a master at intimidation. With his scarred flesh and maniacal eyes, as well as the pretty little switchblade that he’d carried for years, he painted a menacing picture. He had to ring the doorbell seven fucking times before little Katsu answered, and the brat had tried to give him attitude. All that attitude had melted away within just a few moments, though, and poor little Katsu was left snot-faced and promising that he’d never go near you again. The next three had been much of the same, although they were much more initially scared than the blond kid had been.

It was a shame, really, that Touya didn’t get to actually hurt them. He would’ve loved to sink his switchblade into his flesh, would’ve adored their screams and the tearing of their muscles. A shame, but this was for the better. They’d let you down harsh, and you’d come crying into your nii-san’s arms.

You’re just so damn predictable.

He has every one of your reactions memorized, knows your body like the back of his hand. He knows, when he cups your pretty little face with his large hand, you’ll nuzzle into it. When his thumb runs across the seam of your lips, you’ll open them obediently, pulling his fingers into your mouth and sucking so sweetly.

He knows, because you’ve done it hundreds of times before, but it still feels so fucking good each time. The feel of your tongue swiping across his fingers drives him insane, and he has half a mind to just shove his cock in and fuck your face until you’re crying. But he holds himself back, because you’re pawing at him so cutely, begging for him to fuck you, begging because you need him.

“Please, nii-san,” you babble, your words slurred as they try and push past his fingers. “Need you. Need you so bad, nii-san, need to feel you inside me, please.”

“Be patient,” he says, his hand leaving your mouth and trailing your body. “I need to prep you, or you’ll keep fucking whining about it hurting.”

You shake your head furiously. “I can take it, please!”

He’s so beautiful, your Touya-nii. He looks like a fucking god right now, towering over you, backlit by the hazy yellow of his ceiling light. His fingers leave your body and find his belt instead, and he wastes no time in unbuckling it and shoving his pants down. His cock is already hard and weeping, the prettiest shade of red that you’ve ever seen. He wraps his large hand around it, hissing at the contact, the sound so pretty that it makes your heart sing.

You feel like you’re underwater, like chlorine and salt are filling your nostrils and pooling in your lungs. Your body is buzzing, and you so desperately want to throw caution to the wind and take the edge off. Your fingers are itching to touch yourself. But you know better, know that Touya will be mad. And you want – no, need – to be a good little girl for him. You’ve already given him so much to worry about today, with your whining and crying and babbling.

It’s like he said – you’re a dumb baby, right? That’s what he said, and you know that he’d never lie to you. Nii-san knows best, you remind yourself, chanting it over and over in your head like a prayer. He knows best. He’s the only one you have, and you want so badly to make him proud.

The head of his cock presses against your dripping hole. The feeling makes you flinch, but before you can react and further, he’s already pressing his hips forward. “Fuck!” you exclaim, body stinging at the stretch.

His movement pauses, and he looks down at you with disappointment in his pretty eyes. “C’mon now, princess, you know you’re not supposed to use those bad words.”

Your eyes widen and you instantly backtrack as you realize your mistake. “Sorry, sorry, ‘m sorry! It just felt so good, nii-san, I’m sorry, I just wasn’t thinking!”

He chuckles at that, dipping his head down to nip at your lips with his sharp teeth. “I know, doll,” he whispers against your mouth, his breath tasting like menthol and smoke. “You never think. My dumb baby sister, got no thoughts in that head of yours, huh? No thoughts besides my cock?”

You nod, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Please, Touya-nii. Please fuck me stupid.”

The grin that graces his face is nothing short of sinful. He doesn’t reply with words. Instead, he hooks his massive hands under your knees and pushes up. Your body is like putty in his hands, and you bend at his whims. He folds you up like a doll, your knees pressed up to your chest. You feel so vulnerable, so exposed. But truth be told, you always feel vulnerable around him. You feel like his fiery eyes scorch away at your skin whenever he looks at you, but fuck, you love the burn.

He wastes no time in setting an unrelenting pace, slamming into you so hard that you know your body will be covered in bruises tomorrow morning. Bruises on your inner thighs from his sharp hipbones, bruises on your neck from his teeth. A necklace of purple and blue around your neck in the shape of his fingers. Bruises on your heart from his harsh words, degrading little insults spat against your skin as he fucks into you without mercy. But for every bruise, every insult and painful touch, he gives you the sweetest salve. Pretty little words whispered into your ear, reminders that he loves you, that you’re his.

“My baby,” he grunts, voice shaky from exertion. “Gonna cum. Beg for my cum, my dumb little baby. Fucking beg for it.”

You babble, too far gone for your brain to produce any real thoughts. A jumbled mess of need your cum and please nii-san’s fall past your lips. You can hardly think, but you can always beg for him. Your vision is hazy and your mind is foggy, filled with nothing but thoughts of him, and the feeling of his cock slamming into you, and the heat of his breath against your neck. It hurts, hurts so much, but there’s bliss in the ache.

His fingers slip between your legs and toy with your clit, rubbing harsh circles in time with his thrusts. The combined sensation is too much. With a harsh thrust and squeeze of the hand around your neck, your body explodes. You feel as if you’re in fire, as if there’s electricity coursing through your limbs, burning through your blood and short-circuiting your veins. You cum so hard that it almost hurts, pussy clenching and gushing. Touya lets out a growl, so deep that it makes your stomach flip. He grabs your chin and tilts your face up to meet his, squeezing so hard that the pain cuts through your fucked-out haze and makes you gasp. His lips crash into yours, teeth clacking and tongues swirling as he moans into your mouth and releases. You tremble at the sensation, body overloaded and still buzzing with electricity.

After a few painfully long moments, he shifts and finally lets your legs down. Your muscles scream at the movement. Touya reaches over your body to get a water bottle and press it to your lips, making you tilt your head up and take little sips.

Your arms feel like lead, but you force them to move. They wrap around his waist and tug. Your whines are pitiful, but you’re too tired to be embarrassed. “Snuggles,” you beg, looking up at him with glossy, wide eyes.

“Need to clean you up, doll,” he says. His voice is stern, but there’s a fondness in his expression that warms your heart. You shake your heavy head, trying in vain to drag him closer. He chuckles, dipping down to press an uncharacteristically gentle kiss to your forehead. “God, you really are so fucking needy, aren’t you?”

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shorkbrian · 4 years

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Jerk

Oh Jesus y’all I can’t handle these thirsts they’re making em flustered as heck oh no.

oh frick but really doe Bakugou is soooo mean and he’s probably the type that’s into degrading and humiliating his partner, totally has dacryphilia and can’t get off unless you’re crying big, fat, salty tears. He honestly likes you, likes having you around and enjoys your additions in class discussion. But you’re just so easy to bully, he can’t help himself. He tells you it’s your fault, if you put up more of a fight he’d back off. If you didn’t just take his insults and jabs at your character lying down, he’d leave you alone. But he never would. nasty dude.

(College au lol)

TW - noncon, NSFW, handjob, crying, Bakugou is not nice but what's new.

Sometimes he’ll corner you on campus, knows you have evening classes and waits to haul you behind the building as soon as your class ends. Talking to you in a quiet, dangerous voice as he forces you back there, his hot hands gripping your arm (far too tightly), his erection brushing against your ass with each agonizing step.

“Hey (Y/N), you little bitch, did’ya miss me? No? Too bad.”

“You better shut your whore mouth, don’t want the entire campus knowing how much of slut you are. Saying “stop” isn’t going to make me do anything but fuck you harder, stupid bitch.”

“What’re you gonna do, tell someone? Who’s gonna believe a pathetic little extra like you, hmm? I’m their quarterback baby, they can’t afford to lose me. No, you’ll fucking do whatever I say.”

Once behind the building, pressed against the wall, he’ll slap your face, once, twice. Red paints your cheeks, and you’re already crying at the sting. Bakugou just grins, enjoying every second as he squishes your face in his hand, bringing his face close to yours. So close, you can feel each hot puff of air on his every exhale. So close, you can see the beauty of his ruby red eyes, darker maroon flecking the bright iris. Pity Bakugou was so mean.

A beat passed, the two of you just looking at each other, breathing each other’s air. Then he kissed you, mashing your lips together, squeezing your jaw until you opened your mouth, let him inside like you always did.

When he pulled away, you were gasping for air, hand coming up to wipe at the tears streaming down your face. Bakugou huffed, before planting both hands on your chest and pushing. You let out a distressed cry as you were shoved backwards, loosing your balance and falling down into the dirt. You’d probably have bruises later. Who were you kidding, you were with Bakugou. Of course you’d have bruises later.

The blonde crouched down, cocking his head to the side as he watched you, eery smile on his face. You didn’t like that look. You scrambled backwards, pushing at the dirt and scuffing your hands until your back hit a wall. Bakugou stayed where he was.

“You’re so fucking stupid, only thing you’re good at is being a shitty little toy for others to push around. You realize that? That’s all you are. Nothing. Worthless little pussy on legs.”

His words stung, and you had to scrub at your eyes again, wiping away the fresh wave of tears. In doing so, you didn’t notice him stand up, stalk closer, until he was towering over your sitting form. When he “tch’ed” you jumped, looking up.

“Get the fuck up.”

You hesitated.

A hand grabbed your hair, Bakugou’s face twisting into a snarl.

“Now.”

You rose as quickly as possible, finding yourself face-to-face with your aggressor once again. Well, face-to-chest. Then you were flipped around, shoved against the wall of the building as hands began kneading at your chest.

“Mmm, shit baby, you’re always so damn soft.”

A gasp escaped you when he started pinching, grasp becoming firmer and more demanding until it hurt, the man pulling at your chest now. The hard, considerable bulge of his erection was humping against your ass slowly, as if Bakugou was savoring each little thrust of his hips.

“So easy. Bet you would bend over for anyone who asked, wouldn’t you? Slut. You’re just a little cockwhore, ain’t that right?”

He took a few steps back, pulling you with him until he could bend you at the waist, still grinding against you. But in this position, his cock was pressed against your clothed cunt, delivering delicious friction to your clit. You resisted the urge to wriggle your hips in order to chase that feeling. “Hey - “ A slap landed across your ass, and even through your jeans, you could feel it burn. “I asked you a question bitch. Answer me.”

You whimpered.

“Y-y-yes Bakugou..... I am.”

“You’re what? I didn’t quite hear that last part. ”

You could hear the sneer in his voice, wincing at the pressure as Bakugou groped at your chest.

“A-a cockwhore.”

“Fuck yeah you are, I can feel you getting wet down here.” He pulled away from your body, lending you relief for a half a second before he smacked your cunt, hard. “You’re so desperate!”

He was gleeful as he turned you around again, pushing you into the wall. He was always pushing. Pushing over your books the first time he met you, pushing your boundaries, pushing for you to come up to his dorm while his roommates are out, pushing your sanity.

You shuddered as the blond unzipped his jeans, groaning as the zipper pressed against his dick as he pulled it down.

Closing your eyes, you swallowed. You didn’t know what he was going to do next, didn’t want to see the manic look on his face as he decided which part of your body to get off on today.

You weren’t surprised when you felt his hands grab yours. He pushed himself flush against you, and you knew without looking that his cock was standing up proudly, bobbing against his stomach. If you breathed in too far, expanded your lungs, your could feel it twitch against your abdomen. You tried to take short breaths.

His hands guided yours to wrap around his dick, and the second you felt the hot flesh touch your hand, that’s when the waterworks really started. You were crying uncontrollably as Bakugou forced your hands around him, thrusting upwards shallowly, head dropping to your shoulder with a choked-off groan. He wasn’t squeezing your hands too tight, enjoying the soft, loose grip for now.

When the man grew impatient of this, he let go of one of your hands, reaching up at swipe at your face. He was trying to wet his hand with your tears.

‘C’mon (Y/N), keep crying.”

You were bawling, tears dripping off your chin, snot beginning to flow from your nose. Just like Bakugou liked it. He kept on wiping at your face, collecting the tears and snot and drool, before rubbing his hand on his cock. Then he’d make you jerk him, testing to see if it was wet enough for his comfort. The more time passed, the more tears fell.

It took a bit, but finally Bakugou was satisfied with the amount of wetness coating his cock. Grabbing your free hand again, he guided it back to his cock. When you struggled to rip our hands away, his grip just tightened, crushing your digits between his hands and his cock.

There was no preamble, no gentle beginning. Bakugou was thrusting like a mad-man, head once again on your shoulder. You could hear him moaning softly, above the slick sounds of the messy handjob. It was sickening.

When his hips kicked up another notch, plump balls smacking into your wrists with each thrust, you knew he was close. It took just a few more frantic pumps of his hips before Bakugou was spilling over, hot cum dripping out, leaking onto your hands and dripping down to your shoes.

You tried to pull away again, letting out a desperate sob as Bakugou kept your hands anchored, his hips still moving, almost grinding himself up into your hands. His breath was stuttered, heavy and panting in your ear.

“Fuck, fuck fuck fuck, oh that felt damn good.”

Finally he released your hands.

Reigning back in your sobs, you looked at them, fingers dripping and palm wet and sticky with the mans cum. You hated him so much.

The sound of pants being zippered drew your attention, head snapping up to look at Bakugou. He was watching you intently, wiping his own hands against his jeans. A sigh of relief. Usually he tried to fuck you, or get you off. It looked like tonight he would be satisfied with just a handjob. You were going to go shower until your skin peeled off, then sleep for a day or two, classes be damned.

“Wipe it onto your slutty little cunt.”

...

“What?? B-b-bakugou you-”

“Wipe it onto your. cunt.”

He leveled you with a glare, hands crossing over his chest. You were frozen.

“Geez bitch, do I need to do it for you? Just fuckin’ wipe that shit onto your pussy, it’s not that hard.”

Trembling, you obeyed, wincing was you stuffed your hands past your jeans, past your underwear. You cringed when you felt how wet your slit was, how inflamed and puffy you felt down there from Bakugou’s teasing rutting earlier. Bakugou watched with a smirk as you pressed your hands against yourself, doing your best to wipe off his cum.

When you finished, the man looped an arm around your waist, causing you to squeak in alarm. You recoiled from his touch, breathing hard, but he wouldn’t let go.

“What, you thought you were done? Thought a fuckin’ lame excuse for a handjob would satisfy me? God - “ He snickered loudly, beginning to pull you along, forced to walk beside him “ - You really are a stupid slut.”

You bit your lip, tears still wetting your lashes. It was uncomfortable to walk with the amount of wet in your underwear, the thought of Bakugou’s cum just sitting there making your stomach roll, tensing.

“Can’t wait ‘till we get back to my place; shitty roommates are gone for a few days, thank fuck. Can finally try edging you all night, use your body like a toy and shit like that. Fuck, I’m excited.”

You were going to throw up.

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fanfic-me-up · 4 years

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Hiiiiiii can I request Bakugou x fem!reader?? (*≧∀≦*) Maybe he has a crush on you who has a healing quirk and helps recovery girl when it comes to helping the injured, like when class 1-A finishes up training and recovery girl normally sends her to deal with it all the time? She can heal people but it drains her energy so when she finished with it she takes naps on the recovery beds? Idk but thanks!much love❤️❤️❤️

This is a really cute idea! Thank you for requesting 💖

“Shut up and Heal me”

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.5k+

Warnings: Language (what do you expect, it’s Bakugou lol)

Synopsis: You’re a student at U.A. and Recovery Girl’s apprentice healer. When you push pass your limit to heal Bakugou Katsuki, who knew he cared enough to make sure you heal too.

“Wake up, dumbass.”

Your shoulder is shaken, abruptly waking you from your nap. A muscular silhouette takes shape as you pry your eyes open.

“Bakugou? Is that you?” Your voice laced with sleep.

“Nah, it’s Batman.”

You squint your eyes, still half asleep. Is this a dream? Bakugou rolls his eyes at your inability to detect blatant sarcasm.

“‘Course it’s me, dipshit. Get up.”

You check your phone and groan when you find you only got five minutes worth of valuable shut eye.

“You’re here early.”

“Aizawa-sensei let us out early!” Midoriya pipes up. He’s chipper for someone who looks one step away from passing out. Any trace of sleep vanishes when you assess his injuries, asking him a series of questions to confirm where he needs medical attention and if it’s life-threatening. You usher him to Recovery Girl’s office so he can get treated immediately. Typical Midoriya - always going plus ultra even for training exercises.

Bakugou’s no better as you take in the numerous scrapes and bruises raking his body. Despite his beaten-up state, the only open wound is on the right side of his stomach - a small pool of blood seeping through his muscle shirt. He’s been pushing himself much harder in training these past couple weeks and you know it’s the life of a hero, but you’re concerned for him as a healer and as a friend.

“You gonna stare all day or heal me?”

“Sorry, right, uh.. Take off your shirt and get on the bed.”

The words escape before you realize the implication. Bakugou raises an eyebrow before snorting.

“Tch. Weirdo.”

You flush as he takes off his shirt, laying down on the bed. The wound running down his abdomen is not deep, but it is long. It’ll be difficult to heal, but you’re always up for a challenge. You wash your hands before activating your quirk. A glowing aura surrounds your hands, transparent in color, but before you can focus on changing the color to heal Bakugou - a spaced out Kaminari stands before you with his signature thumbs up. Snot is running down his nose and his eyes have this blank look like no one’s home.

“hewwoo?”

“Oi! Dunceface! To your right!”

“wa-whee-whaa?”

That’s Kaminari gibberish for “Where?” Being Recovery Girl’s intern and constantly healing Class 1-A along with other students in the hero course has made you quite familiar with the unusual side effects of overusing one’s quirk. You created a book with translations for Kaminari’s most used gibberish phrases so you can treat him more efficiently. Today, you tried placing his juice box and cookies on the table to the right to see if he can find it himself. But he’s having problems finding what direction is right.

“Your other right, dumbass.” Bakugou growls as Kaminari bends down to look for his juice box under a chair. You giggle as you help him locate his snack before ushering him to one of the recovery beds to take a nap. He knocks out in no time, snoring softly. Bakugou grunts, his hand pressing against the wound on his side.

“Don’t touch, it could get infected.”

“Tch. I know, but look.” He releases his hold to show you the blood dripping down his abdomen. You curse for not healing him sooner when he was clearly a higher priority than Kaminari. How could you forget the number one rule as a healer? There’s no time to beat yourself up for it so you grab a cleaning cloth to wipe away the blood before activating your quirk once again. You close your eyes, focusing your energy into what you’re about to do which is close up a wound. Red swirls behind your eyelids and you focus the color down your body to your hands. You open your eyes to find them glowing a bright, luminescent red - a stark contrast to the dim lighting in the room. Bakugou hisses at the touch; your hands trailing along his abdomen. You look up to apologize when you notice Bakugou’s flushed cheeks, as red as your glowing hands.

“Are you okay? You’re a bit flushed.” You deactivate your quirk in your left hand to touch his forehead. It’s cause for concern if he has a fever due to an open wound, but you’re taken aback when Bakugou swats your hand away.

“I’m fine! Shut up and heal me.” He looks away, but you catch the persistent redness now making its way down his neck. You return to healing the wound. It’s almost closed, but you can feel your energy draining quicker than usual since you didn’t have enough time to recover earlier.

“Hey, you good?”

“Mhm. Al-most… done…” You bite your lip and clench your eyes shut to concentrate the last of your energy into closing the rest of the wound.

“Don’t push it, dumbass.” Bakugou grunts and despite the harsh tone, there’s a tinge of concern underneath.

“Heh.. could say… the same… for..”

You trail off and your hands glow brighter by the second that you can see red behind your eyelids. You feel the wound seal shut and when you open your eyes you see there’s not a scar in sight. This is the first time you were able to completely heal a wound on your own. You smile at your accomplishment.

“You can take your hands off.”

You flush before ripping your hands away. The quick movement gives you a head rush, the room spinning in circles.

“Whoa.” Bakugou grabs you by the shoulders and reverses your position so you’re laying down now.

“My head hurts…”

“No shit,” Bakugou snorts, “What’d I say about pushing?”

“Go beyond... plus… ultra…”

The last thing you hear is Bakugou laughing, a soft smile curling his lips, before your vision goes black.

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You wake up to the smell of roasted coffee and cinnabons. Faint voices go back and forth, but you can’t make out what they’re saying. The light streaming in is gone; the room now darker than before. Jeez how long were you out?

“Took you long enough.”

You whip your head to see Bakugou sitting on a chair and nursing a cup of coffee. The bed next to yours is empty. Kaminari must’ve recovered meaning you’ve slept for more than an hour.

“You stayed.”

“Yeah, and? Wanted to make sure you didn’t die ‘cause of me.”

City lights shine bright, and the hustle and bustle outside suggests the city isn’t going to sleep anytime soon. Live music roars from nightclubs and people laughing on the street would entice anyone to join the party. It’s pretty hard to believe Bakugou would stay behind on a Friday night when it’s common knowledge that you need to sleep after overusing your quirk. But here he is, that same strip of red running along his cheeks and nose like he just got a cute little sunburn.

“You like laser tag?” Bakugou asks.

You raise an eyebrow at the random question, shrugging when you answer.

“Never played.”

Bakugou balks, shock written all over his face.

“You never - what kind of person - nevermind. If we hurry, we can make the last round.”

Maybe this time you really were dreaming. You subtly pinch yourself to make sure and nope, this is real life and Bakugou is inviting you to hang out.

“Sounds... fun? But I… um…I’m not really part of your squad…”

You didn’t want to overstep. It seemed like they were a pretty tight-knit group and you’ve never hung out with them outside of school. The fear of ruining their night because you didn’t vibe with them twisted your gut.

“Gimme your phone,” Bakugou says.

Still in a daze, you give him your phone without question. He takes his phone out and not a second later you hear a “ping” from yours, He presses a couple buttons before handing it back to you.

“Congrats, you’re part of the squad.”

You see that you’ve been added to a group chat called “keeping up with the crackheads”. You don’t have time to contemplate exactly what you got thrusted into as Bakugou is grabbing both of your jackets hanging on the coat rack, handing yours and pushing you towards the door.

“I- um.. Thanks… I guess...? Bakugou, what’s going on?”

You’re already halfway down the hallway, everything happening too fast without a clear explanation. Bakugou groans, clearly frustrated that you’re not a mind reader and he has to actually communicate what he’s thinking. He grabs your shoulders, gently shoving your back against the lockers, and planting his hands on either side of you. Being this close to Bakugou makes you feel a familiar flurry of butterflies as you’re caged in and forced to look into those crimson eyes.

“I. Like. You.” He smirks, getting a kick at your flustered state, before leaning away with his hands in his pockets, “And I know you like me too.”

You don’t know what to freak out over first. The fact that Bakugou knows about your crush or that he likes you back. Also, how does he know you like him? You haven’t told anyone about your crush, preferring to keep your cards close to your chest.

“Don’t talk in your sleep if you don’t want me to know how much you wanna run your hands down my ‘chiseled abs’.”

You squeak and cover your face with your hands, too embarrassed at what else you might’ve said in your sleep.

“Chill, dumbass, it’s cute.”

Bakugou rolls his eyes, throwing an arm over your shoulder, leading you to a night full of riveting laser tag, making new friends, and first kisses. 💖

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kylo-reid · 3 years

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My Beautiful Girls (NSFW)

characters: kylo ren x rey x female reader

word count: 2,236

summary: you’re helping the supreme leader & his empress rey plan their wedding, but that’s not the only thing they want you to do for them

warnings: 18+ SMUT BELOW THE DIVIDER, threesome, reylo (if that’s a warning to some people lol), oral (m + f receiving), making out, swearing, come swapping, dirty talk, praise kink, degradation kink, use of the force (both appropriately & inappropriately), masturbation, multiple orgasms, cock sharing, slight daddy kink (if i missed anything let me know)

after kylo ren and rey had worked together to wipe out supreme leader snoke and his men, kylo asked rey to join him. at first, rey hesitated, but couldn’t deny the man in front of her. his beauty and power charmed her, and she fell in love.

the two have been ruling the first order for a while now, and the galaxy, and you have always been intrigued by the pair. kylo ren still had not replaced his mask that he destroyed in a fit of rage, so everytime you were graced with his presence, you got to take in all of his beautiful features. his dark eyes, wavy shoulder length black hair, his puffy pink lips, his long nose, all of his beauty marks…

rey was just as breathtaking. her brown eyes shimmered in the light and her lips were a beautiful shade of pink. her clothing always showed her figure, her dark robes which hugged to her breasts and hips. her brown hair was still always in her signature three buns; she could never abandon her trademark look.

you were so excited and anxious when the supreme leader and rey approached you one day. they knew you were an excellent artist and tailor. they wanted you to help them plan their extravagant wedding, and of course you agreed instantly. that’s when your desire became even stronger.

you worked countless nights for hours, drawing up invitation drafts and wedding gown ideas, but you still hadn’t hit their wants. you were starting to feel down on yourself, when your data pad lit up. the two requested your presence.

you grabbed any draft you worked on and made your way to the throne room. when you walked in, you were greeted with just kylo and rey, who was spread across kylo’s lap. no guards. no knights. just them.

your heart was in your throat and you swallowed, walking towards them and bowing to them.

“(y/n) do you know why you are here?” rey speaks

you look up and shake your head. she turns to kylo and smirks, whispering in his ear. you watch his eyes light up and a darkness cover his features. rey climbs off kylo’s lap and walks toward you.

“i always hear your thoughts… they’re very dirty you know…” she’s so close to you, you can feel her breath on your cheek.

you bite your lip, eyes widening at her words. “you fantasize about both of us… us fucking while you touch yourself and watch, or kylo fucking you while i ride your face… or—“

“i-i’m sorry!” you yell, backing up.

kylo stands up now. he reaches out his hand and pulls you toward him. you’re inches from his face as he drops you in front of him. you fall to your knees and groan from the impact. rey comes up behind you and knots a hand in your hair, yanking your head back.

she doesn’t break eye contact with you as you feel a pain your temples. your brain feels like it’s being pulled apart. your fantasies rush forward and you see yourself moaning their names. you want to run but can’t.

“what a desperate slut we have here…” kylo mutters, moving his hand away from your skull.

you gasp for air and watch him carefully as he slowly takes off his tight leather pants. you hadn’t even noticed his half erect member until it was pulled out of its restraint and right in your face. rey released her grip on your hair and bent down, whispering in your ear.

“do you want to take the supreme leader’s cock?”

you nod quickly and part your lips. rey lets out a laugh and looks at kylo. “let her have it.”

kylo shakes his head. “you both will have it. come here my love. show our pet how i like to be pleased.”

kylo turns to rey, who quickly parts her lips as kylo shoves his massive cock between them. rey bobs her head quickly, staring up at kylo through her eyelashes. the gags and moans filling the empty space made you even more wet than you already were. you slipped your hand in between your panties and began to rub circles on your clit.

rey pulled off of kylo’s cock with a long line of spit attached to it, which dripped down her chin after it broke. “your turn.” she whispers

you quickly remove your hand from your stiff bud to take your supreme leader in your mouth. you first take the tip, running your tongue along the slit, catching the salty precum there. then you engulf more, rey’s spit definitely made things easier for you to take. you didn’t mean to be going to slow, you were just nervous you would do something wrong.

“you’re fine. c’mon slut…” kylo growls, wrapping a hand in your hair and forcing you down to the patch of black hair at the base of his length. “take it all like you’ve fantasized about.”

immediately you gag, but since ren has you held to his base, there’s not much you can do but wrap your tongue around the underside of his cock and allow him to bob your head over it all. his tip is destroying the back on your throat. snot, tears, and spit are falling down your face as you moan around kylo’s cock. you look up at him and see him, jaw slack and eyes closed, biting his lip.

a loud moan interrupts you as you’re pulled off kylo’s cock with a pop. rey is naked now, cunt gleaming with slick and exposed to you both. she has two fingers inside herself and she’s rubbing her clit fast and hard with her thumb.

“oh sweetheart… i’m so sorry” kylo whispers.

she moans in response and kylo raises his eyebrows nodding his head to rey. “help her. now.”

you nod quickly and rey removes her fingers from her womanhood. kylo comes over and grabs her hand, licking her fingers and sucking on them. you’re nervous as you’ve never eaten another girl out before, but you wedge your head between rey’s legs and gently lick her clit. she tilts her head back and moans.

kylo has his hand wrapped around his cock, pumping it quickly as he stands above you two. you take rey’s clit carefully and suck on it gently. she yells out and grips your head. you place a finger inside of her as you still give attention to her bundle of nerves, rotating between sucking and licking.

“girls.” kylo says abruptly.

you both pick up your heads. “on my cock. now.”

moving over to him, rey licks one side of his cock while you lick the other. he growls and grabs your head, moving you down to his balls. you take one into your mouth and suck on it. rey licks his tip and he gasps, leaning against the throne. after giving attention to both of his balls, you come up by rey and touch your tongue to hers. she stops and grabs your face, kissing you passionately. kylo moans and resumes pumping his length. without warning, he cums all over both of your faces.

he pants and stares at the two of you making out in front of him. he then collapses onto the throne, patting his lap. rey pulls away quickly, eyes widened with excitement. you lick kylo’s cum off her face though, and her eyes close, keeping the tangy mess on your tongue, you transfer it to her mouth, where she swallows gratefully. she does the same to you.

“my beautiful girls…” he whispers. “you two need to cum now don’t you?”

you can tell he’s enjoying this, a smirk has not left his face and his eyes are overclouded with darkness. you both nod quickly. “strip, pet. rey, up on daddy’s cock. face her.”

rey obeys making her way on the throne. she turns her back to kylo and positions himself over his member, hard once again. she slowly slides down on it, moaning loudly and leaning against him. kylo grips her hips and moans, kissing her neck. “my good girl…”

you strip out of your uniform slowly, unbuttoning the top. you honestly hadn’t noticed you weren’t naked. you were too involved in all the other bliss to worry about yourself. your top drops at your legs and you reach back and unhook your bra, breasts swinging free. rey is bouncing up and down on the supreme leader’s cock, moaning loudly, eyes hooded and head on his check. his lips are still pressed against her neck, but his eyes have not left you. a smirk crosses your lips as you realize kylo is only watching you. gripping your tits, you take them and squeeze them, nipples already hard from the cold air in the throne room.

kylo moves from rey’s neck and just watches you, still holding her hips tight, but taking control and making her move faster. she gasps and moans loudly, “i-i’m close k-kylo…” she whispers

“no. you hold on until (y/n) gets done.” he stops and holds rey on his cock.

she groans in frustration and leans forward to look at you. you see her eyes widen as she stares at your breasts. she licks her lips and watches you as your hands move from your breasts to your trousers. you open the button and pull them down, hooking your excuse for underwear down with them.

“up.” kylo says to you.

you nod and walk to him, the pressure in your legs so severe you can hardly walk. your clit aches from neglect. you sit up on the arm of the throne, juices dripping down your thighs.

“you must be so desperate… you’ve been taking care of me and my rey that you haven’t gotten any attention…” the supreme leader’s voice drips like honey in the air.

you nod. “y-yes daddy…”

he growls and moves rey on his cock again. she gasps and moans. you stand up and see a small space you can place your feet in between kylo’s large thighs and rey’s small ones, which are wrapped around kylo’s. you look to him for permission and he nods.

“rey… lick her cunt.” he growls, not stopping his rhythm.

you move into the space and rey nods, leaning her tongue into your heat, licking your clit gently before moving in between your folds. she buries her tongue inside with ease and begins to lick stripes up your pussy. you gasp and almost fall backwards, but you’re held there by invisible hands. you see kylo with his brows furrowed, you can’t tell if it’s from using the force on your or the pressure of his second orgasm.

“s-supreme l-leader i-!” rey yells

she leans back against him and orgasms hard. her eyes roll into the back of her head and she gasps for air. like the non-existent hands holding you in your position, you feel a ghost energy around your clit. you gasp and moan. rey lifts herself off kylo and kisses his passionately. he kisses back and she sits on a arm of the throne again. the pressure on your clit has you shaking. it leaves though, and you groan.

“your turn. come, pet…” kylo whispers. “face me.”

you look his large cock and bite your lip. you position your legs on either side of his and lower your cunt onto his cock. you gasp as his girth fills you up. you rarely have sex, so your cunt is so tight and needs to adjust to his monster length.

when you finally sink down all the way, you put your face on his sweaty chest. kylo picks your head up and grips your face, kissing you. you hesitate but kiss back, as he starts thrusting up into you. the buzz at your sensitive nub is back, but not from kylo this time.

you pull away from kylo’s kiss and look to rey. she smirks and winks at you. kylo’s pace is picking up, but not enough.

“f-faster…” you whisper.

he lets out a deep chuckle. “so desperate for my cock huh? is it good?”

you moan loudly and nod. “y-yes supreme leader!”

rey smirks and kylo leans to her, kissing her while he thrusts up into you, tip of his cock penetrating your cervix. the pace of your clit picks up and you yell out nonsense, so pleased by everything happening around you.

“i-i’m g-gonna!” you yell and close your eyes as your orgasm crashes over you.

the force leaves your clit as you come down from your high and put your face on your supreme leader’s chest. he had stopped kissing rey at some point, as he is still thrusting up into you. he moans and yells out, cumming inside of you. the feeling of him painting the inside of your walls makes you want to cum all over again. kylo pulls you off of him and positions you to rey, who leans down and licks the collection of juices from your cunt.

when she’s finished, she licks her lips and wipes them with the back of her hand. you finally catch your breath and look to the two of them, who look like they’re having a conversation with no words at all.

“i think we’ll be keeping you around for more than just our wedding celebration.” rey says with a smile.

#kylo-reid works #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren x you #rey x you #rey x reader #kylo ren x you x rey #kylo ren x rey #kylo ren x reader x rey #supreme leader #empress rey #star wars smut #kylo ren smut #rey smut #kylo ren x rey smut

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adamarks · 4 years

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For the ask game, uh... the entirety of boys will be bugs? 😂

Hello anon!! What a depressing fic to ask for dvd commentary on jgrhrhshshsj

Read the non-annotated version of this fic here on ao3!

It’s two in the morning and I’m crying over a toaster.

This fic was literally just me being fuckin sad. Like it’s just me being an angsty bitch. Comments that I’ve gotten calling it in character baffle me bc I’m like bitch this is very poorly disguised. I wouldn’t call this baby my magnum opus.

Not as in the toaster made me cry. As in I’m crying and watching tear drops hit the toaster as I wait for my bread toast.

Lol mood.

I try not to cry as much anymore.

PSA everyone: crying is a good thing. Dont restrict urselves.

Doesn’t really work. Now I just cry when I’m alone so I don’t have to bug them.

Lol get it? Bug.

I say “them.”

Woof.

Baz has pretty much given up on talking to me anymore. All I get are sad looks that make me feel like garbage.

Such drama.

Are we even still dating? I don’t fucking know. Probably not.

😬😬😬😬😬😬

I choke down a sob.

Someday I’ll write a songfic thats not excruciatingly depressing. Someday.

I mean, it’s my fault, isn’t it? I pushed him away. And I wasn’t good enough.

Jesus Christ what kind of sad shot was I on when I wrote this.

I hug my arms tight. Keep myself together.

I’m falling apart.

Who am I kidding? I’m already in pieces.

Bro wtf. I haven’t read this in forever. Wtf was I up to. Y am I so sad.

The toast pops up and a tear lands on one slice.

Oh god soggy toast. The real horror in this fic.

I take it out and start piling pats of butter onto a piece. I keep piling until I can’t see any bread from under all the butter. I lift my shoulder and wipe a cheek before I smoosh the other piece on top.

Ive done this exact paragraph verbatim. Write what u know.

Butter sandwich.

These are actually delicious. The butter stays half cold. Yum.

Tadah.

Tadah~

I sit on the floor and rub my sleeve across my nose. I take a bite.

When u be having those days bad enough to live in snot sleeves

The bread is warm. The butter is starting to melt. It’s cold in the middle. I’d be in heaven if I weren’t having a mental breakdown.

They’re DELICIOUS. Also this paragraph is the biggest ADHD mood I’ve ever written.

I slowly scoot so I can lie down while I eat. I stare at the ceiling as tears drip into my ears.

That shit is always so annoying. It like tickles.

I feel like shit. I feel like shit. I feel like shit.

I am shit.

Simon ):

I sob and almost choke on a hunk of sandwich. Eating and crying is dangerous.

Facts only

Something flickers in my periphery and I turn my head to look at the little light above the sink. A moth keeps flitting around the bulb.

A FRIEND

My wings are shoved uncomfortably behind my back. Fucking things. I shift them a bit.

Me and my like 2 canon compliant fics. I just love aus so bad.

Guess Mr. Moth up there can’t lie on his back either. Nor was he born with wings.

I hate this line. Don’t ask me why

He probably doesn’t resent his. Made his life easier.

This line annoys me but it’s ok

Well, now he wastes his time trying to jab himself into the light. So maybe it’s not that much easier.

This fic is what happens when you listen to a song about bugs and teenage angst one too many times. I’m not a teenager I don’t have teenage angst anymore. Wtf

My tears have stopped flowing, but my cheeks are still wet. I keep watching the moth.

Hhhh

My throat is sore. My eyes feel tired.

I name the moth Humphrey.

Wow what a fuckin great name. My and Simon’s brains..... so powerful......

It’s three a.m. when I go back to bed.

I really like my penchant for writing one shots with utterly unsatisfying endings. Life rarely has satisfying wrap ups my dude.

#im allergic to my own sad shit #achoo #my fic #long post #id do read more guys but pc fucks up the formatting

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rocknrollmj · 5 years

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You Are My Sunshine

A/N: my brother gave me an idea for an angst/sad fic. So here you are!

Warnings: swearing, mentions of blood and death, mention of drugs, my terrible writing lol

Xo MJ

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People had often wondered how you and Klaus were twins. Sure you had the same smile and the same taste in music, but you, unlike Klaus, could always brighten up a room whenever you entered. You could make anyone smile, despite the situation. In fact you were the only person who ever made Reginald Hargreeves laugh, but it was nothing like your laugh. Your laugh was music, it was light and breezy like a warm spring day, it made everyone feel like everything was going to be ok. And when you went away, that feeling died along with you.

Everyone had known about Klaus’ drug problem for awhile, but they also noticed that it had increased ever since your death. Within the last 3 years he had OD way too many times to keep track of, even if he could contact you he didn’t want to. Being locked in a mausoleum surrounded by spirits that were clawing at him, screaming his name, was less painful then thinking about you.

The whole Academy was affected after your death, but no one was more destroyed than Klaus. His hope seemed to die that day, he stopped caring about risks and just did whatever he wanted or needed in order to get you off his mind. It was an unspoken rule to not talk about you, or even mention your name in Klaus’ presence.

Then Five came back, after 16 years of him missing. They all gathered in the kitchen as he made a sandwich and told his tale. After recounting his story, he broke the forbidden rule.

“So, where’s Y/N?” Everyone froze with wide eyes, and slowly turned to Klaus. He looked like he was about to cry, scream, breakdown and punch Five all at once.

“Dead.” He deadpanned. Five tilted his head in curiosity.

“Huh, really? How long?”

“Three years.” Klaus spoke again.

“How?” Klaus got even more stone faced, his lips had disappeared and his eyes looked like black holes, swirling with despair. He made it apparent that that was all the information Five was getting. Five shrugged and went back to his sandwich. Klaus left the kitchen and zombie walked his way to the room. Once he got there he closed the door and sank down onto the floor, and he let the tears flow. He felt as though he couldn’t stop, every thought about you, every memory, every precious moment captured in time came flooding back.

As the flow began to slow down, he began crawling around searching for whatever drug he could find to numb the pain again. But before he could a figure appeared.

“Stop.” Ben spoke plainly.

“Get out of my way, or I’ll just walk through you.” Klaus muttered. Ben rolled his eyes.

“It doesn’t matter anyway, you’re all out of drugs.”

“Shut your pie hole Ben!” Klaus yelled.

“Would Y/N want you to do this?” He yelled back.

“Would she want you to waste your life like this?!?! Just wallowing in sadness and pills?!?”

“That’s a good name for a song.” Klaus spoke plainly.

“Why are you doing this?” Ben asked. Klaus stopped, he didn’t answer.

“I asked you, why are you doing this?!”

“BECAUSE IT’S THE ONLY THING I KNOW HOW TO DO RIGHT!!!!” Klaus screamed. Ben stopped, the room was silent, there wasn’t even a breeze flowing. It seemed as if time had stopped with that one sentence.

“I can’t do anything right. Except get high and be the family fuck up. I’m good at it, it’s the one thing I can’t screw up. Unlike the last thing I was told to do. I was supposed to protect Y/N. And now they’re gone because I couldn’t do the one thing I was supposed to do.” Klaus finished. Ben walked over to him, but before he could make it Klaus sank down to the ground and broke down again. Ben knelt down to his level before speaking.

“Y/N’s death wasn’t your fault Klaus. I know that it seems like it is but it’s not, I promise you. They’re not mad.” Klaus lifted his head.

“What do you mean? You can see them?” He asked, Ben nodded. The look on Klaus’ face was indescribable.

“What do they say? Are they alright?”

“Why don’t you ask them yourself?” Klaus looked down at that sentence.

“I don’t know if I can. I don’t know if they want to see me.”

“Well that’s wrong silly.” Both men looked up at the new voice. And there you were. You were still practically glowing, you had a smile on your face bright as the sun, you were wearing a black shirt and pants. But you had something else, a single bullet hole, right through your chest. It looked as if it was still bleeding, even after three years. Klaus started to cry again.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I’m so sorry.” He sobbed shakily, he muttered ‘sorry’ over and over again. Your brilliant smile faded into a solemn, but soft one, as you knelt down next to him.

“Hey.” You said gently. Klaus looked like a mess, he had snot coming from his nose, his jaw shook and his eyeliner was practically dripping down his face. But you still smiled.

“Listen to me. It was not your fault. I made the decision, and I payed for it. But I don’t regret it, what I do regret is not getting to say goodbye properly. But I never could, you were always too high to hear me. Why did you block me out?”

“I thought that you be angry with me.” He answered plainly.

“I was supposed to protect you and I couldn’t. I figured that if I just got high I could forget or die, I was fine with either option.” You frowned.

“Klaus, look at me.” You said sternly, he did so reluctantly.

“I am not mad at you because I died, I’m mad at you because you’re throwing away your life. I get that you’re sad, but this isn’t a way to deal with it!” Klaus looked up at you in surprise, you never raised your voice. You took a breath and continued.

“But I understand, but please know that I could never be so angry or disappointed with you that I wouldn’t want to see you. You’re my brother and I love you.” Klaus looked as if he was on the edge of tears again.

“I love you too.” You smiled again.

“Well I would certainly hope so, otherwise I would’ve thought that I was bad twin.” You said, sitting down on the floor, you looked over and noticed that Ben had disappeared, he obviously wanted to give you two so space. Suddenly you got a brilliant idea.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.” You began to sing, Klaus looked at you with watery eyes.

“You make me happy, when skies are grey.” He continued.

“You’ll never know dear, how much I love you.”

“Please don’t take my sunshine… away.” You smiled.

“I missed our duets, that one is one of my favourites. Should we sing it again?” Klaus nodded softly, giving a slight smile.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine…” your voice blended in with his as you sang the familiar tune. However he didn’t notice that a certain fifth brother was watching through a crack in the door, he smiled softly as he began to sing along quietly.

“Please don’t take my sunshine away…”

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jungshookz · 5 years

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Listen here: Doctor Kim Namjoon.

i have caught the love bug!!!!!!!!!!! only doctor kim namjoon can save me!!!!!!!!!!

u don’t really like going to hospitals just because the atmosphere always reminds you of death and also it smells really chemical-y in there all the time

buT due to unfortunate circumstances you have fallen quite sick

(last week you were caught in the middle of a thunderstorm with no umbrella and now you have a preTTY bad cold)

((you know the colds where one nostril is plugged and the other one is working perfectly fine + every time you swallow it feels like someone’s using a flamethrower and burning fire down your throat + your snot is an unnatural shade of nEon green))

and taehyung has forced you to go to the hospital because there’s no way he’s going to let you get hiM sick

“there are people who are sicker than me who should be tended to first, you know. i told you we could’ve just gone to the pharmacy to pick up some meds and i would be good to go!” your nose is redder than rudolph’s and tae smacks your hand away from your nose to keep you from rubbing at it

“drug store meds aren’t going to cut it because i’ve never seen you thIS sick before”

“what are you talking about?? i’ve never been bETTER” your voice is all nasally and you sniff aggRessively to suCK up the snot that’s threatening to drip from your nose

tae winces before bringing his attention back to his phone

“we’re going to be here all night” you groan and lean back against your seat and tilt your head back

you cough into your fist before attEmpting to clear your throat

goD

so much phlegm

“y/n y/l/n?”

finALLY

you get up from the seat and head to the front “well it’s about timE” you grumble under your breath and tae smacks your arm as he trails behind you

there’s no way he’s going to stay out hEre with all the other sick people

and if the doctor has a jar of lollipops u bet ur ass he’s going to nab a couple for himself

“sorry to keep you waiting! i’m dr. kim, i’ll be helping you today.” you look up and-

oh my god

whO

that’s not a doctor

he can’t be a doctor

he’s too?? he’s too ATTRACTIVE to be a doctor

not saying that doctors are ugly but

there’s no way doctors can be on thiS level of pretty

oh god

and you look like an oVERBOILED POTATO right now

you wEre going to slap some eyebrows on before you left but your bones were aching and you couldn’t bring yourself to do it

now you’re regretting it big time

your eyes flicker down to his name tag

dr. kim namjoon

even his name is pretty

ok just try to noT let him see the snot dribbling out of your nose and you’ll be fine

…,riGht??

“well, it’s nothing to worry about. you just have a more severe case of an upper respiratory tract infection-”

“a whAt-”

“otherwise known as the common cold!” dr. kim clicks his flashlight off and tucks it into his coat pocket and you close your mouth

your jaw was starting to ache from having to hold your mouth open for so long lol

“i’ll prescribe a week’s worth of medicine for you - that should be enough and you’ll be better in no time!” he smiles and you feel your heart skip a beat

he can’t be that much older than you

maybe like

4 years older than you??

and his voiCe

so deep

so warm

you let out a dreaMy little sigh when he reaches up to adjust his glasses

you also catch a glimpse of the silver rolex on his wrist

the flavour is expensive

“dr. kim, quick question for you-” taehyung pulls the lollipop out of his mouth “how do you cure patients who have come down with the love bug?”

the lo-

you immediately gAwk at taehyung and feel your cheeks flush

you should’ve made him stay ouTSIDE

#baby drabbles #namjoon fics #namjoon fic recs #namjoon fluff #namjoon fluff recs #namjoon smut #namjoon smut recs #bts #bts fic recs #bts fluff #bts fics #bts fluff recs #bts smut #bts smut recs #bts drabbles #namjoon x reader #reader insert

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ask-jungshook · 7 years

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can i be real for a sec?? you are so amazing and im about to cry bc you're everything i wish i was. ppl love your art so much and your angst and you're so talented. you are so so talented. ok im sorry i just needed this off my chest

// OMG NOOOOOO NONNY PLEASE DON’T CRY!

For me, my ‘talent’ is probably an accumulation of ‘natural’ talent (basically your base stats in gaming terms lol), motivation, experience, practice, and personal drive.

So to get a general sense of where I’m coming from, let me tell you a story of a YOUNG DISSU and how her ‘talent’ developed. (aka my art journey LOL)

So let’s started!

Base Stats

When I first got into drawing (this was around middle school, so I was around 12 years old????), my base stat for drawing was probably a 1 out of 10 – pretty horrible tbh because all I did was just to try and replicate my favorite mangas characters as they were drawn. (At the time I think it was Yu Yu Hakusho LMFAO). If I were to make an analogy or any type of comparison, let’s just say, my stick figures had better proportions than my actual drawings but I digress. But as much as I drew poorly, I found myself loving drawing and loving art because it was an outlet for me to relieve stress. (But looking back oh boy was I a hardcore weeaboo haha) This period of time was the time where I gave no shits if I drew poorly, I drew because I had fun and that was pretty much it. (So there was like pretty much 0 improvement since I didn’t really bother to learn anything technique-wise)

Motivation & Practice

Around high school was when I first started digital art (I around age 16 at this time) and this was the time period when DeviantArt was the ‘go to’ place to post drawings and literature. (pretty sure tumblr and twitter didn’t exist back then and facebook like just became a thing lol) Avatar sites like gaiaonline were also super popular and filled with a bunch of talented artists. I remember distinctly being like ‘holy shit these people are so good and so talented and thinking that I could never surmount to anything like that’. But at the same time, another part of me was like AWE INSPIRED of their talent and would like obsessively see if they had any tutorials on drawing. So while yes, there was a portion of me that wanted to be like my art idols and draw the way they did, at the same time, I kinda knew in my head that that was impossible? (But it didn’t stop me from trying to emulate them)

So while I kept on drawing because it was fun and I liked it as a hobby– BUT this time, I had people to look up to in terms of the ‘I want to draw like you’ aspect of it. They were my art idols and pretty much everything I wanted to be from an art standpoint hahaha. But those artists were my main source of motivation for wanting to improve throughout high school. So this was the period of time that other people’s art lead to me wanting to develop a better style and to improve my technique. (I drew a lot, but never really finished anything major because I was really impatient back then, but my style was HEAVILY impacted by my art idols lol – VERY VERY GRAPHIC NOVELY/DATING SIM-ESQUE)

Experience & Personal Drive

I think in recent years, I did a lot of growing not only as an artist but as a person. One thing to note about growth and improvement is that seeing improvement/seeing growth does not happen overnight, and I took many art hiatuses during high school and most of college simply because I didn’t have time due to my course load. So after cycling through various styles, my art kinda just stagnated for a long time. At that time, it was a bit disheartening and frustrating for me, because at that point I drew for like 6 years and made like small baby steps. (I had a variety of styles, but I never really had the solid groundwork of like anatomy, how clothing works, or color theory.) So it did put a hamper down on my motivation to draw back then– simply because I didn’t think I was improving as fast as other people – which in retrospect, was mistake number one.

I also went through a pretty bad battle with depression while I was in college that ebbed down a bit, then resurfaced after I graduated (this was roughly a 3 yr span), which hindered a lot of my art growth substantially as well because my mentality simply wasn’t there. (Music and art hold emotional ties for me, so whenever I’m depressed, everything relating to the creative side of me goes to shit and I will have 0 motivation to draw and basically just sleep all day.)

But to be brutally honest, this is where personal drive comes in. There was one day where I just had full blown out sit down with myself where I basically told myself that I was so sick of being sad all the time, so tired of just being tired, so sick of hating myself– and that I missed being happy and that I missed that sense of joy. So what did I do? I pushed myself and forced myself out of my bubble in an effort to crawl out of that pit that is depression. But one of the things that helped me the most was reconnecting with a bunch of art friends that I met online in high school on one of those avatar sites. I’m a lot stronger of a person mentally thanks to them. :) And with the help of my friends, I basically began my journey of a 360 degree change– my friends, music, art and the past depressed me were all sources of motivation for me to fight to win that mental battle against myself. (One of the things I did was delete all my social media and just start over– that way it’s easy to filter out unwanted things if you start with a blank slate. I also bought my dog around this time which helped my mentality exponentially.)

Getting started was probably the hardest part, because depression is a cycle of ups and downs– but in order to break free, YOU have to be the one to initiate change and stick to making it happen no matter how uncomfortable you may be. I understand that not everyone can be like me and resolve to do everything yourself. Some people need therapy, and some people need medication and that’s fine because as humans, we’re all different in how we cope with things. In my case, it was all about mental fortitude and my own will power. For me personally, I extended my art hiatus and took several more months off of art and just solely focused on myself and my mental health more than anything. I did a lot of soul searching during this time. Ironically, I think my main motivation for crawling out of that hell hole was just hating how much I hated being sad all the time because that’s just a place that I would never want to go back to.

And even now, it’s still a lot of self exploring of what I want for myself and understanding myself. I’m a person with many layers of personality (like an onion!) – and I’m still learning how to embrace all of those layers (even the bad ones) because in the end, your layers combined are what makes you who you are. If you try to reject a part of any layer, that’s pretty much you trying to reject a part of you– which may lead to or cause a lot of internal turmoil. (On a not so serious note, I realize this ‘layer’ thing was a totally unintentional analogy taken from Shrek, imsosorry lol)

And I just realized I took a HUGE tangent, but going back to the experience and personal drive, I think it was some time around 2016 and going into 2017 when I officially made it to be one of my goals for the new year as to get ‘better’ at art. At this point, I had like 10 years of ‘experience’ in digital art (probably a lot less if you factor in my hiatuses but I digress lol), so based off of those past experiences, I know what I’m good at and what needs improvement. (so I know where my groundwork is lacking and what I should focus on) From a mental perspective, I also understand myself more in the sense that I knew what caused mental stress on me, which in turn allows me to not put myself in uncomfortable positions mentally. At the same time, understanding myself has also allowed me to know my limits and understand how much I can push myself.

But more importantly (from an art standpoint), I’ve learned to take a lot of inspiration from other artists and a lot of art friends instead of wanting to have their style of drawing. I think it was important to me to realize and recognize that I will probably never draw like some of them (because they have a lot more experience than me), and that that should be taken as a positive thing because my art should reflect who I am. So remember that onion I was talking about? All the people I look up to and all the people who I’ve befriended through art also play a HUGE role in my many layers because without them, I personally wouldn’t have that personal drive to learn and get better. So def find something that motivates you to be a better version of yourself! (For me it’s music, books, and other people’s art!)

So going back to my main point of talent:

Don’t think of someone else’s talent as something you should replicate. Because honestly speaking, you can’t, since you literally are a different person– and no two people are the same. (Nor are two onions the same) Instead– take an opportunity to view it as a source of motivation and inspiration to grow and foster your own talent and your own personal growth. Because talent is something you CAN cultivate into something beautiful given time and patience. (Related note: I wrote like an essay in my meet the artist link about my thoughts regarding art and improvement and about comparing yourself to other artists– dunno if that’ll help, but feel free to check it out here lol)

It took me 12 years for my art to evolve to what it is now (I’m 24 now), and I still think I have a lot more room to grow because there was so much I missed out on when I first started out. So while yes, I would consider myself as ‘talented’, there were so many things that have attributed to and molded my base ‘talent’ from when I was 12 ��to what is it now. And beauty is, is that that everyone’s base stats are different– heck there are people HALF my age who draw better than I do now and that’s amazing! (Also don’t let someone’s age be a reason to put yourself down either! I personally find young artists super inspiring :’))

But honestly, the most important thing is that in the end, art should be about yourself! As I mentioned before, art and music are linked to me emotionally, so happiness is the main thing that I want my art to bring to me. You shouldn’t do things for the sake of others (like getting notes/being popular), you should do it because it makes you happy. (Because if you’re doing things for others, you’re literally putting your own happiness in the hands of other people– and it shouldn’t be that way) For me, drawing makes me happy because I like to see my progression over the years as well as that sense of accomplishment once you finish a piece.

I’m so sorry that this turned into a really long essay/rambling about my life (i tried to keep it as short as possible, but it still ended up long af weeps), but I just felt the need the type this because I’ve been in a similar position as you before. (When I first read this ask I had like a lot of mixed emotions because I was like yes, it’s a compliment, but at the same time, why do I feel really sad? lol so yeah … sorry about the wall of text)

So don’t wish you were me! LOL :’D (lol trust me bc I am far from perfect) Instead, embrace yourself, (& to paraphrase the chorus of Cypher 4) know yourself, and most importantly, love yourself because you are ALSO a blooming talent in the garden that is life.

:) So what I really want to see is the phrase of “you’re everything i wish i was“ turn into something like, “thanks for inspiring me to improve” or something along those lines.

As artists, we all learn off from each other. And personally, I would be honored to be some sort of inspiration to you – but as I said before, please don’t think that you’re any less than me or think negatively about yourself because you are amazing and talented in your own right! :’) And if it helps, I’ll be rooting for you to continue cultivating your own ‘talent’ into something even more spectacular! Nonny HWAITING!

Also if you ever want to talk, feel free to message me! (I hope I don’t come off as intimidating, I’m just very scatterbrained and get distracted easily lol i also apologize for any spelling mistakes in this because im too lazy to proofread lol)

#// unshook #// admin faq #// nonasks #// sorry i wrote a book lol #// but this is kinda important to me?#// @___@ unless if I'm interpreting this ask wrong lol if thats the case im sorry #// but i just wanted to put it out there #// that talent is made up by A LOT of factors #// my talent now vs what I had when i started are completely different #// so think of it as us being in different stages in our art journey :D #// keep on growing and striving to improve #// but remember to be happy too!#// i'll leave this off with what I try to live my life by- be hungry be humble but most importantly be happy #// also sorry if not everything makes sense #// i woke up sick today so im like trying not to die right now #// as snot keeps on dripping down from my nose lol #// my thoughts are rlly muddy right now lol #// ahhhhhhhhh i hope that whatever i typed makes some sort of sense #// watch me wake up tomorrow and be like dissu wtf did u type lol #// art faq

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pamy92 · 7 years

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MBS Anime Fes 2017 Report

My first seiyuu event with Kaji Yuji, Ishikawa Yui, Ono Kensho, Jun Fukuyama, Nobuhiko Okamoto, Yonaga Tsubasa, Nakamura Yuuichi, Amamiya Sora and surprise seiyuus headlining the event!

I have never attended a seiyuu reading event before and this was my first time since moving to Japan! Held at Osaka-jo Hall, the sold-out crowd of 10,000 attendees plus another 10,000 live-viewing audience all over Japan was possibly one of the biggest event I have ever attended. This is a 4-hour long event with zero breaks/intermission. So this is going to be a looooong review.

The event started with a recap of the MBS Anime Fes 2016 starring Haikyuu. We had Kei Tsukishima guiding us through the rules of the event (no recording, photo-taking etc) and him teasing poor Hinata. It was really cute!

Shingeki no Kyojin (Season 2)

Linked Horizon was the surprise band that led the opening act. Revo blew the roof off with Guren no Yumiya and Shinzo wo Sasageyo! Everyone switched their light-sticks to red and it was breathtaking!

Kaji Yuki (Eren) and Yui Ishikawa (Mikasa) did their live readings (afureko) of various scenes from Season 2 and SUDDENLY from the floor of the stage opened up and Yoshimasa Hosoya (Reiner, surprise guest) appeared from the floor lift contraption, cue intense screaming.

Kaji and Hosoya read lines from the scenes where Eren and Reiner fought in their Titan forms. Kaji Yuki also read lines from Hannes’ death/Mikasa’s confession scene (alone) and literally kept biting his hand as he read from his script. His expression was exactly the same as the footage of Eren playing on the big screen.

The entire hall went silent and you literally hear everyone holding their breaths, tensing in their seats. Kaji Yuki, you are phenomenal live. That scene was really hard to act out and you, my man, deserve the Seiyuu equivalent of an Oscar.

Ao no Exorcist

After SnK ended, we opened to Ao no Exorcist with Jun Fukuyama (Yukio) and Nobuhiko Okamoto (Rin). They read from a completely original script of Yukio and Rin exploring Osaka and getting lost along the way to the Osaka Castle Hall. Jun Jun and Nobuhiko literally ran all over the huge stage, and made puns of Rikuro Cheesecake, Kushi katsu and 551 Horoi nikuman! JunJun and Nobuhiko really acted as the characters while holding their script booklets!

Of course JunJun had to stumble in his lines and misread ‘Kyojin’ and ‘Chojin’, as the stage elevated them up, the camera zoomed into JunJun’s face and you could see him trying not to laugh out loud. Too cute! Of course, all jokes must come to an end when the duo started doing really intense afureko scenes of Rin being the son of Satan. and no matter what Yukio and Rin will always be brothers forever. When Nobuhiko transformed into his devil-form, actual blue flames really shot up from the stage!! The effect was so cool!! Because I am quite near to the stage, I could feel the heat from the flames.

Act 1 ended and the cast of Shingeki no Kyojin and Ao no Exorcist came out to greet the audience as themselves, each one of them calling for cheers! Kaji invited the audience seated on the ground level to cheer, next Yui invited us on the stands to cheer. Poor Hosoya did the awkward live-viewing cheer. JunJun and Nobuhiko complained that they have no more audience to cheer for and Nobuhiko invited the whole of Japan to cheer. JunJun then got the entire planet Earth to cheer (lol). They then spoke about their characters and answered questions from the moderator before it was time for them to move off for act 2.

Big Windup!

Act 2 began with a baseball anime led by Yonaga Tsubasa (Ren) and Nakamura Yuuichi (Takaya). I know nothing about this anime so I did not really pay attention to the scenes, just enjoyed watching two seiyuus do their thing.

Next we had a surprise guest band FLOW appearing to sing two songs. Again, I am not a fan of FLOW so I just politely listened to them perform.

Full Metal Alchemist

After FLOW ended their performance, the stadium went dark and the projector started drawing Human Transmutation Circle and some fans started shrieking. I was still clueless until they revealed the special guest anime Full Metal Alchemist with Romi Park (Edward) and Rie Kugimiya (Alphonse) as special guest seiyuus. I have never watched FMA so I could not really follow what was going on. But I certainly did enjoy watching vetaren seiyuus perform their afureko live. Romi had tears dripping down her cheek at her intense portrayal of Edward. It was so beautiful to watch.

Act 2 ended and once again, we have all four seiyuus return back for some friendly banter. Romi was sharing how she had snot running down her nose when she was performing but she could not wipe it off till later. And Rie was like “... you held hands with me after we were done!” Romi jokingly pretended to be offended and said there are people out there that want her snot (cue fans screaming yes). Rie and Romi were so cute together on-stage.

Kuroko no Basuke

Act 3 opened with Ono Kensho alone on-stage, reading his afureko with the video playback of Kagami’s voice, that he really enjoyed playing with his new light.

The scene shifted to him recapping his time at Teiko and suddenly from below the stage, Juichi Suwabe (Aomine) appeared as the surprise guest seiyuu (SO MUCH SCREAMING AT THIS POINT).

OnoK and Junichi did a few scenes as former light and shadow before the scene changed. A familiar shoe appeared on the screen and the stage wall slid open and Kimura Ryouhei (Kise) appeared as the second surprise guest.

We watched as Junichi and KimuR did their Toou vs. Kaijo match afureko. The stage floor elevated them up 1-metre into the air with the screen flickering with blue and yellow flames, illuminating their zone state. Again, the 3 seiyuus did a marvelous job with such a serious and intense scene. And the trio ended their afureko, the stage swinging open for GRANRODEO (surprise band) to take the stage! They sang two songs from Kurobas and rocked the entire hall!

Seven Deadly Sins (Nanatsu no Taizai)

Kaji Yuki returned back again to read as Meliodas and Amamiya Sora as Elizabeth. Their surprise guest seiyuu was Aoi Yuuki (Diane). I have zero knowledge of this anime so I didn’t really pay much attention to it as well. Their segment ended with FLOW and GRANRODEO doing a collaboration song together. And the staff released huge balloons into the crowd for them to bounce/throw around. We didn’t get any on the stands!

FLOW also announced that they will have an anime-themed concert, details to be revealed later.

Act 3 ended and we had all 7 seiyuus return to the stage, greeting us! They shared about how it was so hard to keep a secret, teased each other and bantered a lot. It was really cute.

We then had the credit roll running on the big screen but hey...it is actually 40-mins too early to end the night. So everyone in the hall was murmuring...and the screen started fizzling...and fizzling to reveal a SUPER SECRET GUEST ACT...

She is none other than Yoko Takahashi. She sang the theme song from Evangelion and another song which I forgot...sorry I am not a fan of hers so I was just politely waving my lightstick, secretly hoping the next surprise will be someone that I know and like.

When she was done, the credit roll started running again but a voice suddenly boomed out from nowhere...

“2002年から始まった？違ぇよ！俺が始めたんだよ！なら、俺が終わらせてもいいだろ！” (It started from 2002? WRONG! I have just barely started. That is why, I will be the one to end it!)

and T.M.REVOLUTION came bursting out and started singing Ignited from Gundam Seed and Sword Summit from Sengoku Basara!!!! My sexy ojiisan was all decked out in black leather and holy shitttt the entire hall was SHOOK!! Typical of Nishikawa’s concerts, he started stripping off his cardigan by the second song to reveal his muscular arms. Daaaayum!

After T.M.Revolution finished his songs, the entire seiyuu cast returned back on-stage for their final thank you/appreciation. They all also joked about how it was so hard to keep a secret. Kaji Yuki actually called out on Kimura Ryohei on his spoiler tweet (he posted a shot glass and asked fans to guess which bar he was at), and Kaji Yuki was like...’Be more responsible!!’ Each of them made a speech, thanking fans for always supporting their work and also to look out for future works by them. We ended with a cheer, the seiyuus shouting MBS and the audience shouting ANIME FES. The cheer ended with a loud bang and shower of gold and silver streamers into the crowd.

It was so beautiful and I am so happy to be able to be part of this event! It was worth it! I will be attending the Shingeki no Kyojin live reading and orchestra at the end of October (evening show), so stay tuned for my event report!

(Picture credits from official channels on Twitter and https://mantan-web.jp/photo/20171008dog00m200003000c.html?page=031 )

#shingeki no kyojin #kuroko no basuke #seiyuu #mbs anime fes #kaji yuki #ono kensho #junichi suwabe #flow #granrodeo #tm revolution #pamyinjapan

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whimzea-blog · 7 years

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Hotter Sex with Your Man- Tonight! (part 2)

This fic is heavily influenced one of my very favorite series, the Anti-Kink verse. This chapter is inspired by Heath’s latest vlog lol

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1. Try couples yoga with your partner. You will gain more awareness of each other’s bodies, as well as improve your flexibility and strength. And the view probably won’t be bad, either!

“You know what I think we should do for this week’s challenge video?” Heath said to Zane, trying to keep his voice casual. They were in the mall, arms laden with Best Buy bags and Starbucks

“What, baby?” Zane replied distractedly after Heath cleared his throat. Zane was looking at one of those huge maps they have in malls that tell you where the stores are, trying to find out where Foot Locker was.

“The couples yoga challenge.”

When Zane didn’t say anything, Heath continued nervously. “I know a lot of people have done it already, but they always get tons of views and I think it would be kind of fun.”

Heath didn’t actually want to film a yoga challenge; it was a ruse. The magazine had suggested couples yoga as a way to improve one’s sex life, and since it was pretty tame, he thought it was a good way to start.

Zane started walking in the direction of Foot Locker, Heath hurrying behind. Heath wasn’t sure that Zane had actually heard what he’d said, so he opened his mouth to speak again when Zane responded.

“Do you think that’s a good idea? Remember when you tried to touch your toes a couple weeks ago? You looked like a ninety-year-old,” Zane said, raising an eyebrow. “You could break your back.”

"I’ve been stretching more at the gym,” Heath said defensively, which was sort of true. He had stretched. Twice.

“I guess we could try it. I’d like to see you in a nice pair of yoga pants,” Zane leered, his eyes on Heath’s ass.

Jesus, he was already thinking about sex, and they hadn’t even rolled out the yoga mat yet. Did Cosmo actually know stuff?

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“I think we should do some practice poses first,” Heath said, kneeling on the large mat they had bought. They had already stretched at Zane’s insistence, and Heath was feeling confident. He wasn’t wearing yoga pants, but the shorts he was wearing were pretty fucking...short.

“Okay,” Zane agreed. He reached over and maximized the tab on the laptop that had the yoga website. He clicked on “easy couples poses” and several photos popped on to the screen.

“These are easy?” Heath asked, looking back and forth from the screen to Zane with wide eyes.

“I mean, yeah, for people who aren’t 90,” Zane said innocently. Heath hit him hard in the arm.

The first pose had the base on the floor, kneeling, their chest touching their knees and their head touching the floor, like they were praying at Mecca. The flyer was standing and bent at the waist, facing the opposite way and placing their hands on the base’s back.

“I’ll be the standing one,” Zane said immediately. Heath glared at him and Zane shrugged.

Heath got into position, holding on to Zane’s ankles. He felt Zane bend over and touch his back. This actually stretched out his lower back nicely, and he could feel Zane’s hands drifting to slide under this shorts. Success?

Zane looked at the viewfinder. “We’re doing it!”

Feeling confident, they tried a couple more easy poses. Zane was always the flyer, as it usually required more flexibility. They had successfully done a pose where Heath had been on his stomach with his chest and head tilted up, his arms being pulled backwards by Zane, was leaning back so his upper body made a nice “C” shape.

“We’re actually not bad at this,” Heath remarked, a little surprised. “Let’s do one more practice pose. Then we can start filming. But I get to choose this last one.”

Heath had seen this pose when he’d been researching the pose earlier, and he thought it would be a good segue into sexy time. It was barely a pose at all, so there was little room for error.

One would think.

The base laid flat on their back, with the flyer laying on top of the base’s body, also on their back, their arms stretched out. It was a great excuse for Heath to have his ass on Zane’s cock.

He pushed Zane on the floor before crawling between his legs and laying down on his back. He could feel Zane solid beneath him, Zane’s arms wrapping around his waist to pull him closer. Heath stretched his arms out and turned his head so his face was inches from Zane’s. He moved closer, ready to place a kiss on Zane’s lips. But before he could, he sneezed.

It was so unexpected and strong that Heath whipped his head, hard.

“Fuck!” Zane shouted, rolling out from under Heath so Heath fell on to the floor. Heath was mortified and was about to apologize for snotting on Zane when Zane turned over, holding his nose.

When he took his hand away, Heath saw blood streaming out of Zane’s nostrils, over his lips and dripping onto his thighs and the yoga mat.

“You smashed your head into my fucking nose, Heath!” Zane squeezed his eyes shut and leaned his head back, trying to stop the bleeding. Heath stared at him in total shock.

“Get me a paper towel or something!” Zane yelled at him, and Heath scrambled to his feet and ran to the kitchen, grabbing the entire roll and ripping off a few sheets. Zane took them and held them to his nose, groaning.

“I guess we won’t be doing the video,” Heath finally said. Or, he added to himself, fucking. How could this have gone so horribly wrong?

“No fucking kidding,” Zane huffed.

Heath looked from the mat to the bedroom, almost heart-broken. So much for sex tip #1.

#zeath #zeath fic

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taehyungiestummy · 7 years

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Cuddles by the Fireplace

Anonymous said:

can you do a jimin drabble where she is upset and jimin cheers her up and its winter so super cold and by the fireplace idk lol

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“Gah!” I shout out as I step into my apartment. Today has not been my day.

To start, my alarm clock didn’t go off, and I woke up an hour late. I had to rush around, missing breakfast, limiting my time for make-up and hair, and picking out socks with holes in them. By the time I got to university, I had missed thirty-five minutes of my first class, and was stared at by everyone as I took my seat.

Lunch eventually came around, and I had to eat in the university cafeteria as I had forgotten my packed lunch on my kitchen counter. To make it all worse, a boy bumped into me, and my soup spilled all over my shirt and skirt. He didn’t even stop to help! Just kept on walking, talking about some mundane bullshit. All I could do is dry it off as best I could with towels in the bathroom.

My remaining classes didn’t have any bad events happen to me. Besides the failed quiz, paper I have to write in a week, a speech I have to prepare in a month, and an art project I have just a few days to complete. Add in all the tests and quizzes I will have in that time, and you have a very stressed out girl.

To wrap up my terrible day, I had to trudge through the newly fallen snow, thanks to it being the middle of January in Korea. My feet feel like they are frozen through my Converse, and I can’t feel my fingers or the tips of my ears. Thanks weather man, for not mentioning the high chance of snow, or for the below freezing temperatures.

“I hate everything,” I slide my shoes off, shoving them against the wall near the front door. My coat is off next, hanging it up on the coat rack on the wall. “Everything sucks.”

I trudge though my apartment, dragging my backpack with me to the living room. Without much thought, I toss my backpack out the couch, and make my way into my bedroom. My bed is still unmade, and clothes litter the floor.

“Time to change into comfortable clothes that aren’t soaked with soup,” I sigh, stripping out of my dirty clothes. The feeling is coming back to my fingers, but my feet are still frozen.

After I change into sweats, the softest sweatshirt, and slipper socks, I head into the kitchen to grab some leftovers from last night. I heat my food up in the microwave, grabbing chopsticks, and making my way back to the living room.

“Stupid people, stupid classes, stupid everything,” I grumble, plopping down on the couch.

It takes a few minutes to eat my small meal, and once it’s all gone, I just set my dishes on the coffee table. Too lazy to get up and take the to the kitchen sink.

At some point, I end up lying down on the couch, a blanket wrapped tightly around my body to keep me warm. All the stresses of my life flooding over me at once, and I burst into tears. My mascara smudging on my cheeks, snot dripping down my nose, and tears staining my face.

The sun sets, and darkness settles on my small apartment. If only I had the energy to get up and turn on the lights, or turn on the TV. I can’t even bring myself to look at my phone. All I want is to do is forget about this terrible day, and stay inside for a month.

“Jagiya, Y/N, I’m home!” My boyfriend’s voice fills the apartment. The door slams shut, and I hear a bit of chaos in the front room.

I sniffle, forcing myself to stop the tears from flowing.

“Why is it all dark in here?” Jimin makes his way into the living room.

My boyfriend of a few years now, Park Jimin, is taking over the world with BTS. He’s so passionate about everything he does, and I’m surprised he’s home so early. Usually it’s midnight before he is home, as he spends so much time practicing his dancing, and making his singing even better. I love that he spends so much time doing what he loves, and he knows that I will always support him. It’s not like I don’t have a life of my own, so it all works out.

“Oh, jagi, are you sleeping?” Jimin’s face comes into view. His smile instantly being replaced by a very concerned look.

“Hi, Chim,” I choke out, my voice rough from my bawling.

“Y/N, why are you crying?” Jimin brushes hair away from my face.

“Terrible day,” I shake my head. “Nothing went my way.”

“Good thing I came home,” Jimin puffs out his chest, giving a tight-lipped smile. “I know just what to do.”

Before I can say anything, Jimin rushes off in the direction of the kitchen, leaving me confused on the couch. Maybe my day won’t end like it began.

“Okay, first, here’s some tissues,” Jimin walks back into the living room. His one hand is holding two mugs, the other a box of tissues.

I force myself to sit up, taking the box of tissues so I can wipe the snot from my face. “Thanks babe,” I cough, my throat still dry.

“My pleasure, jagi,” Jimin flashes me a big grin, placing the two mugs on the coffee table. “When you are ready, there’s hot chocolate for you. Marshmallows and cinnamon.”

“Cuddles?” I pout. If there’s one thing that will make this day better, it’s the warm embrace from the one I love most.

“In a minute, hold on,” he nods, collecting my dirty dishes from earlier, and rushing back into the kitchen.

I place the box of tissues by my side, leaning forward to grab a mug of hot chocolate. The hot liquid soothing my sore throat, and warming my body from the cold air Jimin brought in.

“Now, it may not be a real fireplace, but at least it is pleasing to look at, and gives off some warmth,” Jimin has returned to the living room, turning on the electric fireplace in the corner of the room. The fake logs lighting up as a combination of red, yellow, and orange.

“When we get a home, we will have to have a fireplace,” I tiredly smile.

“Oh, so now we are buying a house together,” Jimin walks over to me, plopping down next to me. “I’m cool with that. When can we start going out to look at houses?”

I giggle, falling into my boyfriend’s side. “I still need to graduate from university, and you need to focus on the group.”

“We can balance our lives,” Jimin kisses the top of my head. “I just want to make you happy.”

“I want to make you happy,” I sip my drink, genuinely smiling for the first time today. “How was work? How are the boys?”

“I’ll talk about that later,” he places his arm around my shoulder, rubbing his hand up and down my arm. “Tell me why today was such a terrible day.”

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My first drabble, so hopefully is was okay! It was a ton of fun to write, so thanks to the Anon who requested it! Please let me know what you think. :D

#Jimin drabble #BTS drabble #Jimin x reader #Jimin imagine #BTS x reader

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