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Walls and Friends
Everyone hits a wall.Sometimes, the wall is very big, and visible from very far away. Big walls that you can see from far away give you time to figure out how to go around them. And if they don’t, you still have the time to build tools to climb over them, or dig through them.Sometimes the wall is very small, but catches you off-guard. It doesn’t take a lot to get around or over or through a small wall, but you’re not expecting a wall until the last second, and you don’t have any tools ready. Annoying, but at least small enough to deal with easily enough.
And sometimes, the wall is invisible.You don’t know a wall is coming until you run into it face first. You don’t know how big it is, or whether there’s a path around it. You don’t know what material it’s made of, so you don’t know what kind of tool would be best to climb it, or dig through it. Invisible walls were a pain in the keister.Especially since anyone else would just tell you to walk forward, because they couldn’t see the wall. Some people didn’t know about invisible walls, and thought other people just didn’t feel like moving on. Dealing with people who didn’t believe in invisible walls was almost more infuriating than the invisible walls.
Lamina had hit an invisible wall.It wasn’t the first time they had hit a wall, not even the first invisible one. That did not make it any more pleasant to smack into one face first.They had been focused on a wall in the distance - a big but very visible wall, made of a few different materials. A wall of Work, coming in their path soon in various forms, and needing various tools. Lamina had been crafting the tools to deal with the big Work wall.
And then they’d gotten cold-clocked by an invisible wall.It had knocked them from the sky, and the fall to the ground had hurt them a lot. Getting up would be a lot of work before they could even start trying to deal with either of the walls.And so for a bit, Lamina just lay there in the dirt, coughing blood with limbs akimbo, wishing that the wall wasn’t there.
A soft rustling sound from behind Lamina made them slowly turn their head. It was hard to see through the dirt on their glasses.Something poked at their glasses, fuzzy and bright, and when it pulled back there was a little less dirt on their glasses.In front of them sat a pig, wearing a crown that was too big and had fallen upside-down around its neck. It bore two balls of red and green, the same shades as Lamina wore.This pig was a friend, Boon. Lamina and Boon had been friends for a long time, and even though they didn’t talk as much as they used to, Lamina was happy to see Boon again.
Boon sat back on its haunches, cleared its throat, and started shaking the balls - pom-poms.“Ra! Ra! Sis-boom-ba! You can do it, La-mi-na!” The voice was rough and low for a pig, and a little silly in the way one sounds when one doesn’t care about sounding silly.It waved the pom-poms high, and it waved the pom-poms low, and it waved the pom-poms so strongly it nearly fell backwards.“Ra! Ra! Sis-boom-ba! You can do it, La-mi-na!”
Lamina stared at Boon.Boon stared at Lamina, and shook the pom-poms again.They both began to laugh.
And then Boon set the pom-poms down, and grabbed Lamina’s collar with its teeth. It gently helped Lamina roll back into a position that was a little more comfortable, laying down next to it.“Hit a wall?" Lamina nodded, sighing. "Want to draw. But I have to get past the Work wall, and there’s another one in the way.”Boon nodded solemnly. “Invisible. Hit a lot of those myself.”“How did you deal with them?”Boon’s piggy lips tilted back in a smile. “Got help. A lot of it from you.”
Lamina looked over at Boon. Boon looked back.“A lot of the days I was writing, I hit my own walls. But I would look through it, and see you waiting on the other side. And you were always so happy to see me that I just had to make it through the wall. And sometimes, you would help me through it, seeing things I couldn’t.”It was true. It felt like a long time ago, and no time at all.
“So whenever you want to get up,” Boon said, stretching and wiggling back onto its feet, “and take another crack at the wall, I’ll be here. You can lay down for a bit if you want, though - you hit it pretty hard. And I can wait.”Lamina watched the pig pick up the pom-poms again, brushing the dirt off them. Boon looked back, and wiggled them.“Ra! Ra! Sis-boom-ba! You can do it, La-mi-na!”
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aka ur little drawing inspires me as always, and i’ll help you with any walls I can, even if all i can do is pom-pom
#submission#what if i just never recover from this#there are actual tears in my eyes#how the fuck are you able to write amazing shit like this so casually at the drop of a hat#youre so fuckin talented!!!!!!#i really did hit an invisible wall#thought i was ready for it !! very much was not#i love the way you do descriptions#everyone seems to always hit a wall around you until you hit a wall yourself and you watch everyone around you pass through like its nothing#i cant believe we didnt meet that long ago! it feels like ive known you for so many years!!!#there is so much care in this. i can hug this close n love oozes from this like a sponge#m so glad i have you as a friend!! i really needed this#ra! ra! sis-boom-ba! i can do it LA-MI-NA!#<- that is going ot be my war cry for now on whenever i need to get something done thank you i love it#this it so good i still cant believe you wrote this for me#thank you!!!!!!! \^~^/#ALSO!!!! I DID THE MAIN BULK OF THE WORK RIGHT AFTER YOUR ENCOURAGEMENT!!!!!!!#IT WASNT EVEN THAT HARD!!!! I WAS JUST DREADING IT SO BAD BECAUSE I HATED THE SUBJECT MATERIAL#THANK YOU!!!!! THANK YOU INFINITY TIMES OVER!! IF I HADNT I PROBABLY WOULD'VE RAN OUT OF TIME DOING IT LATER AND MESSED IT UP#BOON YOURE THE FUCKING BEST N YOU DESERVE THE BEST#M TREASURING THIS FOREVER I HOPE YOU KNOW THAT
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Käärijä Antwerp gig recap!!!
I HAVE THOUGHTS of course i do i dont shut the hell up ever you should know this about me by now
i arrived there at around 9 am bc of train delays but there were only 10 people there then and for the longest time it was just the 15 of us so 15 gang ily sm!!! i loved sitting and chatting with all of you you made those 10+ hours go by SO FAST ❤️❤️❤️
the tour bus arrived at around 12ish and we all stood around for a while until they finally came out
häärijä BEELINED to Ed, ignoring us completely, it was so funny
he was so sweet oh my god i love him 💛
while he distracted us Jere sneaked off the bus
as Jere walked back to the bus i saw him wave so i waved back and he came over to say hi!!! right in front of me!!! he was so sweet too 😭💚
you cannot comprehend how beautiful this man is irl oh my god
sidenote: he was SO surprised some of us woke up super early to travel all the way from the Netherlands
people started giving gifts and asking for pics and he said to form a line so we could all have a pic and he called himself santa claus lmao
i have the forbidden knowledge of Jeres height as he's exactly as tall as me 😈
OKAY THE ACTUAL GIG
it was so amazing???
his energy is so good and the audience matched him SO well today
he was CLEARLY feeling so much better today he was so happy and smiley and he seemed genuinely surprised by how crazy we were
we chanted käärijä after almost every song
VOITTAJA CHANT
i blacked out during hirttää kinni???? it was so good and its my fav at he moment and suddenly we were done??? no wait take me back
he talked about huhhahhei and said "when two guys go on a love boat together" paraphrasing but sIR!!!
AND THEN he did a whole bit about bojan again? he sang a little song wondering where he was and that he misses him and JERE PLEASE I CANT TAKE THIS ANYMORE
i have a video of this btw
Emilia fucking SLAPPED icip again holy shit she matched his energy perfectly
i feel like he didnt want to go again!!! he just stayed and talked about doing what you love and being true to youself WHILE the reggae mix was playing
it was so fun so good i had an amazing time 💚💚💚💚💚 and am low key considering going to finland next year
also shout out to Ed @submariini and his amazing Häärijadar bc we share the same birthday??!!!! october 29 babeyy
#käärijä#jere pöyhönen#antwerpen gig#also shout out to goose for hooking me up with a VERY last minute sleeping spot!!! i owe u my life#i dont know your tumblr tho i apologise#but everyone was genuinely so sweet and nice and the queue was great!!!#we wrote down numbers and emilia herded us like cattle it was great#there were some guys trying to cut the line but we just. werent having it.#no i did not wake up at 4 for you to just cut in line and take a spot#gtfo#also jere gives the best hugs :)#and jesse was SO DONE w/ our bullshit cheering for him hdbdbshd i am not sorry youre doing great sweetie ❤️#im still hopped up on adrenaline but im going to try to get some sleep#i still cant believe this was real#good night yall it was great ❤️#mine#mine*
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i am actually so tired of the way westerners treat eastern europeans
#fair warning for. a very very long ramble and rant in the tags. apologies#westerner or russian. no other option#westerner because the only thought they ever have is 'but they had universal housing so if you oppose ussr you oppose that'#(which is stupid becuse you can believe in that WITHOUT WANTING LIKE 6 COUNTRIES TO BE FORCED TO BE RULED OVER BY RUSSIA)#(SORRY FOR WANTING TO LIVE IN MY COUNTRY WITH MY HISTORY AND MY CULTURE AND NOT RUSSIA!!) (poland was a sattelite state but GOD)#or russian because they have a victim complex and are convinced that they deserve to rule over the entire damn world#'well you had universal housing so you had it easy' right yeah. okay. forget about like. everything else that happened#to eastern europeans during that time#forget about the things that are STILL issues all these years later not only in poland but like the more eastern countries too#its not about. the fact that the houses 'didnt have 3 bedrooms and a jacuzzi' in them. you DUMB SACK OF SHIT#god sorry. sorry. i also know so very little but like god damn i fucking live here. i didnt sit thru all that modern history#for some dumbfuck to say that 'ohhh only rich and american middle class people are happy the ussr was dissolved'#'oooh the dissolving of the ussr was illegal and the countries within it actually liked being there'#im just so fucking tired man i need to. i need to start killing people#and this is all not to mention that theyll say this stupid shit and then deny eastern europeans the things they actually did that were good#FUCK french people for trying to claim maria skłodowska. fuck americans for trying to claim the witcher as their own fantasy world#fuck the way the west is allowed to claim and destroy eastern european culture without any consequence because we dont matter enough#vaguely related but ill throw this in here since anyone finding it is unlikely and im scared of having this opinion#i think one underappreciated aspect of DE (which might be underappreciated because its not actually there and im stupid)#is that its pro-communist while still also giving some criticism to how it was handled and acknowledging that its still not perfect#which makes the writers much better communists than any self-proclaimed one ive ever met in my life who just worships the idea#perhaps its because the writers of the game were not white upper middle-class americans living in the suburbs. among other things#idk de is a game for people far smarter than me and i only played it once and im sure anyone who played it well can clock me as a bad perso#horrible horrible person even which is why im scared of mentioning it. but its an interesting thing. to me#the main thing is that im just not. im not far left enough i suppose. i agree communism in theory is a great idea. as far as i know it#(which isnt very far)#but chances of implementing it correctly in a way that doesnt take away from peoples happiness in other areas is. low. very low#i wrote a short essay about how utopias are inherently contradictory ideas once it wasnt very deep or good but like#you cant have universal happiness without restricting certain freedoms. and when those freedoms are resticted not everyone#will be happy. and then theyre unhappy they will have to be somehow removed or ignored
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plane scene is so funny cause why is mine a sleeper agent that wakes up whenever daigo is mentioned
can’t wait to see it in dragon engine :3
mine has been the winner for Funniest Character Imaginable for 15 consecutive years and i have yet to see anyone come close i fear
#snap chats#originally i wrote 'funniest character alive' and then remembered. HAH im so funny //throws up//#all my fave charas know how to do is get crazy on planes over men they love its disgusting#utterly hilarious cause after making the last post i went on twitter and they mentioned ANOTHER plane scene i throw up over#diff franchise so not important it is just SIMPLY funny how coincidences work and further confirming I Have A Type#BUT NO BACK TO MINE IT'S STILL SO FUCKIN FUNNY I HAVE TO REWATCH IT#i have to replay it .... all of y3 ...#if anyone remembers my friend from college and how we used to stream she asked me if we could stream#and i was like 'girl i havent streamed in Fuck Ever huh' and yk what maybe i'll stream y3 with her#at the very least ill stream y3 for myself ... legend mode .....#ive beaten y3 legend mode one (1) time and it was the worst experience of my life because if its not shadow the hedgehog#i am not good at the game i am playing !!!!!!!!!!! it'll be funny tho#i remember wanting to do a y3 drinking run but i told myself id stop drinking so i simply think. i will substitute drinking for hot sauce#its an idea im ironing out and i also have to like. properly set up a twitch- or maybe ill stream through youtube#ive always liked youtube streaming more ... at least as a viewer#these are all details for plans i will not be enacting literally any time soon can i stay on topic#the topic being i love mine. i love that plane scene forever the casual Whats Goin On Here :)#and he is the embodiment of :) in that scene casue :] is gen friendly but :) has an underlying aura of Im Going To Kill You#thats him in that scene. and i love him. for the third time. im ending this post now forever and always stan mine#if and whenever y3k comes out i cant wait to see !! but i personally believe that's well and away from us at this point#not impossible since they did mention it but yk. i dont think itll happen within the next year or two#maybe next five or ten realistically. if that jVLAEKJVLAEKJ ok bye fr now
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#WHY AM I ONLY THINKING OF THIS ONCE THE SEMESTER HAS ENDED#so the final essay assignment was about culture (esp pop) and all that n i wrote about the impact of technology in local pop culture spaces#BUT. i could've written about the prominent classism issue ive always been mad about#classism exists everywhere and its sucha fucking pain to encounter it in fandom spaces#couldve been a beautiful paper#the scope is very narrow but i think it wouldve been great#as with pop culture a lot of people are in on the bandwagon and the practice is mass & the stream is v fast#and the more successful ppl are almost always the ones who had more money beforehand#low budget creatives are looked down upon especially if their works aren't at the very least groundbreaking#'good' is simply not enough. paying for services is not enough. making your own equipments instead of buying expensive brands is not enough#and man am i fed up with the fucking arguments because ppl are missing the point of like#'if you cant afford to be a creative in local spaces then maybe there are things you should prioritize first' and this alone pains me bcs#yes there are things to prioritize because god forbid ppl like me make art without worrying about tomorrow's meal#and while i believe being a creative shouldnt be this expensive i do understand what they mean. i get it first hand#but this simple of a point still goes over people's head who took it as 'dont create art if you're poor'#'when you've paid a lot on something and some low budget artist comes in with their work getting more attention'#'if youre poor the least you could do is not making it worse by doing art'#ARE THEY HEARING THEMSELVES.#do they not realize what they're essentially saying they dont think poor people should make art#I LIVE IN A SOCIETY WHEREIN MY PURPOSE IS TO SCRAPE BY AND BE AN EXAMPLE OF THE COUNTRY'S ECONOMY#got a little heated there sorry tehee give me $500#krispeaks#idk if you noticed from my ramblings but it does get tiring to enter fandom spaces full with rich kids whose only problems are fandom drama
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#also god bless my friend who pointed out that im moving up and im going to be in a salon soon and will actually be doing something good with#my life vs the friend who did me this way pretending shes still in high school that freaks out and loses all her friends every 6 months#i wish it didnt bother me. and i know in 2 months im going to have brushed it off and move on like i always do when bad shit happens#but for the wound being fresh this shit just fucking sucks i hate it i hate it i hate it#i made a very very very vague post on reddit just asking for advice#and the more popular reply was someone more on my side who basically said i should tell her to go fuck herself pretty much#and the second one was someone who v obviously did not actually read the post who said it was all fluff and basically defended her even#when in my post i am saying i defended myself while still listening to the shit she says#and i fucking hate reddit bc people are so.....quick to be hateful and judge#and i knew to expect people being hateful but god DAMN like you yourself are basically saying theres not enough info (yes there was) and you#still are quicker to assume im in the wrong#meanwhile everyone who knows her is like bitch we told you to not forgive her last time and now look where you are#and i am not a perfect person i have flaws the same way everyone else does. literally everyone has said and done shit they regret#and i have fucked her over before because she lost her fucking mind on a campus manager and an educator and she told me to find my own ride#home because i didnt defend her losing her shit and screaming at everyone and ended up having to write an incident report (so did the other#girls who watched it happen so nOT just me) anyways now she uses that as an excuse for treating me like fucking trash because she finally#found out about the god damn incident report which made it so now anyone can say i said anything and she just believes it#its such a fucking joke to me because like ????? girl if we were in opposite positions you would have filled out the fuckin report too#granted it was a handwritten letter and not a report but it was basically the exact same thing as an incident report#my bad that a year ago i wrote a letter saying i was scared you know where i live and that youre mentally unstable. funny how a year later i#feel the same way all over again! except i dont because im not scared of her anymore shes a fucking theater kid who needs to get a grip#i cant wait to look at my self tag again in 2 years and be like DAMN REMEMBER WHEN THAT HAPPENED#every single person who knows her that isnt friends with her (i am basically refusing to text her friends bc i dont even want to know)#keeps telling me i didnt do anything wrong and ive given her too many chances and she fucks me each time#i just wish she would go get help bro there is something so wrong with her#self
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I haven't seen anyone else talk about it, so I wanted to share that Logan's rant monologue insulting Wade in the Honda Odyssey, before Wade decides to beat him up and they ~fight~ all night... that so clearly to me, was Logan projecting. It started as a tempered rant to cope with how annoyed and pent up he was, with the heat of everything and with Wade's muchness that makes him, him, but the longer he went on, the more he started ranting and exposing himself in the process.
"THE XMEN REJECTED YOU, AND THEY'LL TAKE FUCKING ANYONE!!!" That was my first hit, that he was referring to himself. He sees himself so lowly, so failed, that's canonical to the film. And canonically, he didn't even quite originally feel worthy or want to be with the XMEN. Didn't feel like there was a place for him there, a place for him anywhere. One of his biggest healings was Professor X not giving up on helping him believe that he deserved to be there, was wanted, was worthy, was a good guy. That's canon to his character. So we know he was speaking about himself. He was chewing Wade out, but he was also talking and focusing moreso on what upset him about himself. (He sees himself as just any jo shmo, when he IS literally THE X MAN ㅠㅠ)
He was seeing himself in Wade, how he "can't even save a relationship with a gd stripper", (he sees himself as not able to save anything either, and he's angry for that more than anything else he's angry or annoyed at) projecting SO HARD as he pieced together saying it out loud, that Wade was exactly like him. Logan hated himself for not saving anything. For being a "loser", a "failure", for all of the same reasons he was lashing out at Wade for. He was so angry and annoyed by Wade reminding him of himself, because he related to him. Wade was his reflection, in his eyes, calling him out so loudly with his own behaviors. And he hated himself. He deeply was suffering with that hatred for himself, and as a result, he lashed out on Wade when really he was chewing out himself, inside, admitting it.
"God's CRUELEST JOKE, IS THAT YOU *WONT* DIE ALONE. BECAUSE YOU! CANT! DIE! SO THE REST OF US HAVE TO SUFFER YOU THE REST OF OUR EXISTENCE!" (something along that.)
He didn't know for sure that Wade can't die. He picked up on that Wade can't be killed. Logan is the one who can't die. They are two flipped sides of the same immortal power coin. When he finished his screaming at him, and everyone was silent at how cruel and shocking the confrontation and his words were, I was sinking with a very empathetically whispered "oh, Logan..." Because I felt his misery. I immediately picked up on him really talking about himself, and I think that was genius and layered. I was upset for how awful that was to say to Wade, heartbroken for Wade taking that to heart, and I was heartbroken that Logan was saying that because he believes that about himself. Because they are, oddly, a lot alike. Very compatible.
This scene here:
I read that Hugh said that Ryan wrote that. He's brilliant with these films. It was so genius. I really needed to share this and bring this thought, meta, analysis to light. For all of us to have.
Is Logan mad at God's "cruel joke" of his immortality, yet ability to feel so much pain through it still? Yes. He punched the roof in rage, because it's not fair. Venting his own pain. He sees his powers, his own and Wade's too, empathetically, as their curse. The curse of being the one who lives, and the guilt with that. The one who can't die. The one who lives, who is forced to live, while everyone who "deserves to live" dies. And WILL die, around them.
"And You can't die. That's on all of US!" Logan says, clearly referring to himself living forever... And "us" being the people HE loved. He saw himself as a burden for existing with them, for them. He deflected that onto Wade, as if the people in Wade's life must feel that way too, but didn't really mean that. He meant it about himself. Logan believes he was a burden on the people he loves, the people he lost. That's probably why he left too, and didn't come back when they called out for him to. He distanced himself to protect them, and protect himself from that fear of rejection that he feels is so imminent, and them not having him, is the one element that led to none of them surviving without him. He was always the key. He was always wanted, and he was always important and needed. He just couldn't ever believe that.
Man, that's why it became so personal for Logan too, when he was shown Wade's photograph of his family. Because HE had a family, and he would do anything now to save them. Just like Wade. He held that photograph all night, he went and got it when it fell out of the car, he kept looking at it. It became personal for him, when he identified with it. That Honda scene really was their turning point of everything. That's when Logan cared with everything. He got it. Wade is the him he couldn't be. But now he can.
I dropped some heat with this one.
Extra little personal context/thought notes: Maybe I just spotted it because I have a natural knack for psychology, I'm hyperobservant, highly empathetic and deeply feeling, and I'm also years experienced of my parents and whole family treating me the same exact toxic lashout way almost every other day. That's a workweek for me to see through toxic lashout anger BS. These are not my gifs!!! They were created by another amazing account. I will refind their @ and tag them!! >>> It's @landoslastnerve ! Thank you friend! 🤍
Also wanted to include someone's tags from those gifs:
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#fictionalmenmistress#original#wolverine#deadpool#deadpool & wolverine#deadpool and wolverine#deadclaws#poolverine#wolverpool#logan#logan howlett#logan james howlett#james howlett#james logan howlett#wade wilson#deadpool 3#xmen#x men#xmen wolverine#the wolverine#the honda hatefuck#the honda odyssey#honda odyssey#honda odessy#logan x wade#wade x logan#my reviews#deadpool meta#deadpool 2#deadverine
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i think the most fun part about writing is exploiting ur character's flaws to create unique & interesting interpersonal relationships like yes what this character is doing is nearly objectively wrong but to them its just another tuesday. im projecting my parents' issues onto my oc & his kid is what im saying
#this post is about valerian & luca#brought on by this one sentence i wrote a while back#in which luca tells someone that 'i thought all the kids with divorced parents were exaggerating'.#luca at the very least got to grow up before he got the barrage of 'i cant believe your father did this did you know your father did this'#bc ever since i was 10 & my parents divorced? 'your other parent sucks and heres why'. from both sides#should people use their kids as therapists or discord vent channels? no!#but it is a real thing. valerian isnt a perfect father. he messes up a LOT. so much so that luca moves in with their aunt when theyre 11#their reconciliation doesnt start until luca's well into their twenties but tha doesnt make it less valuable#within those 15 or so years valerian grew as a person. a lot. but hes still incredibly flawed#i get the fun in mary sues but also i need a way to cope with my parents' flaws and to accept mine. so!#young valerian has a lot of my own characteristics & flaws#even some of my experiences#i project a lot i just try to frame it in a way that makes sense#but also its my ocs and i can do whatever i want with them.#pparental relationships are far more complex than good parent who loves you and bad parent who doesnt#sometimes parents have severe unresolved trauma and thats okay! but also you shouldnt be a parent#its. difficult to fathom the concept of having to support another person for 18+ years#i dont blame my mom for giving up on me i dont blame her for all the shit shes done to make me miserable#because she got it from her mom. and her mom got it from her mom. my mom is just as traumatized as i am she just. doesnt admit it#this is just a repeat of the silco post i made on my main LMAO#ive always been more drawn towards flawed characters who love their kid(s) & i wish fandom understood nuance :/
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While I know Suguru is the og girldad, there’s something so endearing about Satoru with a daughter.
First time she’s in his arms and it’s like somebody put the sun into his palms. She has his white hair and six eyes but in shape of your facial features, his loud and boisterous personality and his sweet tooth, and there’s not a thing on this planet he cherishes more than her. Spoils her, wants to be her “superhero” dad children look up to, you best believe everything she draws for him is kept secure in a folder in his room. He never lets anyone treat her as inferior to boys (knowing the misogyny in jjk universe), and both of them love you to piecessssss🥹
Like I just randomly imagine him baking a cake with his little daughter for your birthday and MY HEARTHNSJ😭
WHEN US MEANS MORE THAN ME & U
a/n: literal tears. bye. i love dad gojo sm. wrote this through tears while listening to this. tagging @crysugu @jabamin @hyomagiri @seeingivy ✶
wc: 3k plus?? man idfk cant see thru my tears
✶ dad!gojo . . .
. . . who ages so well the more he grows older. if you think he looks good at 28, just wait until he’s 34, or 40. although he still has a baby face, his features have matured way more, now, crinkle lines on his forehead and around his lips that accentuate his dimples even more. he just looked… so damn good, truly keeping his physique well into his thirties, except you wouldn’t have known if his hair is turning grey, though, since it’s already white, but you can tell he’s happy when his body hair is not just white upon white.
. . . who has the palest skin, so when he starts to grow a noticeable moustache and goatee he shows you the short strands excitedly, pointing to the various parts of his face with an excited finger and a beaming smile. he annoys you by rubbing his chin and cupid’s bow along your skin in the morning or when he returns home — it’s a little funny seeing you jump in surprise.
. . . who only lets you dictate whether he should keep the facial hair and when you hesitate even one moment (“nope! let’s shave it!”) you’re pulled into the bathroom and handed a shaver and shaving cream. he hums when the blade glides along his skin, knowing you were too afraid to be too rough. gojo liked the tenderness of these moments, you perched upon his lap and bottom lip caught in between your lips as you focused on his chin and cupid’s bow. the grip on your waist is firm, loving the way your thighs close around his own so snugly.
“okay — last one,” you voice out softly, eyes squinting because it was so difficult trying to see white hair from skin. gojo simply giggles at your struggle and you tsk, telling to stop moving! before you’re yelping and the shaver leaves your hand, the soft, plump lips of satoru moving against yours. behind you, there’s a plop! of water, and gojo just laughs when he sees the shaver lodged into the toilet. “ah. well, let’s use yours.” and your mouth twists, “no! i use that to shave…” you trail off and you swear you can hear gojo’s grin and the insult of pervert on your lips. “well! all the more to use it!” ✶
. . . whose vision from the start is slowly turning true. the jujutsu world is in the good hands of his students that he’s able to spend time with you and the (unborn) baby more. he smiles more freely now that he works less missions, but still as cheeky and playful as ever, squishing your cheeks and moving them around as he plants kisses on them. he also shows his feelings more, not afraid to bury his face in your neck and ask for head rubs or tell you he might be thinking about suguru a little too much; the first time satoru put his head to your swelling belly and heard the kid kick he teared up right away, baby talking to the baby bump like the sap he is.
. . . who at first hated his family name because it was only ever associated with his powerful father and then him, with both of his renowned techniques, how it pointed straight to him being the strongest and a cog in the machine to overwork. but now, gojo rather likes it, referring to you as “my wife” and “mrs. gojo” more times than necessary. you gave him his surname meaning by saying your vows and slipping his (rather expensive) ring on your fourth finger. you gave the family name a sense of warmth and homeliness whenever he’d come home to you humming a tune from high school and cooking up some dinner. you gave ‘gojo’ a worth that means more than just the six eyes and limitless — that it’d mean that gojo was the penthouse in some far off tokyo district coupled with you and the baby growing in you.
. . . who when first handed his baby girl, cried full on tears in the hospital, both arms wrapped so snugly around his baby because he was afraid he was going to hurt her or drop her in some way. gojo is generally pretty large in stature that he makes your baby girl look so small that it’s endearing. your cheeks hurt from smiling so much at them, not having the energy to capture the moment since you just quite literally delivered. but satoru much rather have his girls in the picture, handing the baby back to you before he reveals his phone to snap a picture.
“w-would ya look at her?” satoru coos, rocking and bouncing his body gently to ease your baby back into slumber. there’s an ugly show of a mess on his face — snot falling everywhere and tear stains lining his cheeks. but there’s one final thing that has gojo choking up all over again; the baby is curious and feels up his hand, your husband letting a finger out before she curls her small fist around his finger. “oh my god.” it’s cute seeing gojo so distraught as tears spring to his eyes again and he can’t even form words. it makes the baby laugh and he sobers up a little, sniffing and raising a brow. “love seeing your papa cry, huh?” and the baby sputters again and giggles and satoru swears he ascends to heaven and mutters a promise more to himself than your darling girl. “i’ll protect that little smile for as long as i live, okay?” ✶
. . . who is entirely enamoured with his baby girl, carrying her a little too much when she should be in the crib, singing her little songs or pointing out the colours of the sky in the nursery. you watch the scenes like a proud wife and mother, still not used to the beautiful scenes and childlike decorations of the room — only because satoru would not let you in after learning why ellie from up couldn’t conceive even if the paint now was safe. but you don’t have the heart to turn away your husband when this is what you get out of it, reminiscent of when gojo had playfully done to tsumiki and megumi before (“the scenery is beautiful today, gojo-san!” vs. “i already know what colours are, dumbass.”).
. . . who only asks you to rest while he takes on most of the diaper-changing and feeding duties. you weren’t even that old to begin with, but it seemed like just like you were pregnant, satoru found it offensive that you’d think of even lifting a finger. you let him, for a while, until you find out he’s putting on the diaper wrongly and putting a little too much formula in the bottle, but you simply pat his cheek when he tears again. by god, he doesn’t want to mess this up, he doesn’t want to mess you up, he doesn’t want to mess her up, but you show him with your hands wrapped around his. one, two, three, and a half cups into the bottle; wrap around her right, then her left and secure it with the provided adhesive.
“satoru, baby,” you sigh, going on your tippy toes to kiss away the tears spilling from his cheeks, “you’re not a bad dad because you didn’t know how to make her food or change her diaper.” your fingers are as light as dewdrops, always in awe of his flawless skin and looks, and now, in awe of his consideration and love of your baby girl. “but—” you put up a finger, “no buts— remember? we promised each other not to be sorry if we can’t help it. you are human, my love.” gojo heaves a shaky sigh and swallows away the sobs, nodding against your hand as he covers it and leans into your touch. “i am human,” and a little later after quelling the baby’s cries in bed, “thank you.” ✶
. . . who, when she’s old enough, takes her on flying mishaps, hands tucked under her arm pits to guide her through the house in exaggerated flight. it feels like dad is superman, the sofa, high chair, even mama is all too far away from her and she’s onto her next exciting adventure. the bubbly giggles from your darling girl is the only sound that matters to satoru, alongside your laughter as you watch the two in play while dinner simmer besides you. higher! higher! she asks when she can speak and he does just that with his imposing height, but gojo’s tallness never intimidates his baby girl; no, not when gojo satoru is her hero and you, her solace.
. . . who gives nothing but a multitude of praises when his girl is leaning more into the artistic side, asking for colour pencils and crayons and paint to explore her creativity that with each drawing she shows him, he gasps, falls to the floor, and cries out how it should belong in a museum! gojo is doing the most — hands on his chin and pointing to various parts of the drawing and discussing the “meaning” behind it when all your girl wanted to do was draw the three of you as a happy family. he’s buying the frame, making a plaque for the artwork to be hung; when he’s making copies of the artwork to keep in a folder, he’s crying his eyes out (“she just wanted to draw us, us! as a family!” you giggle, “yes, satoru, that’s what we are.”)
“girlssss! i’m home!” satoru grins when your baby runs up to him, swooping her up before she can crash into his legs and twirls her around. “papa! look at what i drew today!” you’re emerging after cleaning up her very passionate creative space after she swore on finishing it before your husband came back, smiling when she bounces on her heels. “woooow!” he clutches his heart, one knee and then the other before he croaks out “ooouhhhh! why isn’t this masterpiece in a museum yet?! it’s a crime!” if you were in high school, the gojo then would definitely barf at how cheesy he was being at the moment, “very compelling use of colour, here, miss gojo. hmm, yes, yes, i see how you used multiple colours for the sun — very effective in showing the many colours of the sunset!” you’re cheesing so hard at the display because he does this every. time. and it never fails to make her yell in excitement, running over to you as she gives you a big fat kiss on your cheeks, “mama helped me!” a raise of the eyebrow before you finally get your well-awaited kiss to your lips, “i’m sure she did, honey.” ✩
. . .who teaches her the basic things, not shying away from the harsh realities of the world and jujutsu society. he tells her about boys who make fun of girls and think it’s acceptable, or teachers that would only like the strong boys to carry the chairs to the centre of the classroom. he thinks that if he’s going to do this parenting shit, he’s going to do it right, not the way his parents did it, not the way the higher-ups “looked” over young sorcerers. he covers self-defense, verbal comebacks as well as a rejected raise of her hand to threaten a punch (you were the one to stop him from teaching her that — you could only thank it wasn’t a middle finger instead), praising and rewarding her with candy and blown raspberries into her skin.
. . . who teaches her mama is as important as he is, but your darling girl already knows the value of her mother who holds her tight when she has a nightmare, or the airplane on mama’s airline that always holds delicious food. she knows how much her mother loves her when you’re sharing a smile with her at the dinner table as satoru chokes again on his food, and when you pat her to sleep while telling the story of how you and gojo met. that’s why she was the one to suggest that they both bake you a cake for your birthday — with her as the head chef and satoru as her sous chef.
“it has to be perfect, papa! no more burning the pancakes in the morning or putting too much sugar.” gojo stifles a laugh at that; it seems that his baby girl had heard the many trivial mishaps that had happened in the kitchen, snapping out of his daze when his daughter lands a light slap on his cheek. “pay attention!” satoru fully laughs now, okay, okay! he says and they read through the recipe together — a family recipe passed down to you — and they try their best. the flour is a little messy, the sugar is a tad too much and satoru thinks he may have preheated the oven too high a heat, but then there’s the familiar smell of the vanilla extract and the rise of the cake in the tin. your baby cheers, collapsing into gojo’s arms in front of the oven and together on the floor, they watch the cake ascend.
“careful, baby, it’s hot.” gojo brings her away when the cake is finally done, dramatically smelling and letting out a sigh at it, “it smells really good, ain’t it?” she purses her lips and points to herself, “all due to me!” and gojo hums in agreement. he’s content to let his baby girl take all the credit when she’s looking as adorable like that, finding that her confidence is looking more and more like his while your kindness shows when she’s propped up on the kitchen island and saying, “but papa was the one who helped me pour everything! so maybe it’s because of both me and papa.”
the “thank you” that satoru whispers into his girl’s temple is a whisper, and the house falls into a comfortable, more calm atmosphere as they work on the icing together. it’s clear that all her excitement has caught up to her and she’s now feeling a little sleepy in between, only shooting up when gojo’s announced the icing’s all mixed properly. “happy . . birthday . . mama,” she draws out in the air with satoru’s finger clutched between her fist, a clear layout in her young mind that he had no choice but to listen (he would always listen), lathering first the white base icing before the pressuring job comes and his darling girl is looking at him with narrowed eyes, “don’t mess it up, papa!”
“i won’t—” and before gojo can start on the lettering, you’re depositing the house keys into the bowl your husband gifted you in high school, letting out a chuckle at the scene before you: the sorcerer’s face caked in white, vanilla extract and broken egg shells on the island and in the middle of it, your husband and your daughter looking like deer caught in headlights.
“hi, mama,” they say in unison and your grin only widens. you could hardly be mad when this doesn’t happen often, already knowing the occasion, but they seemed to be a little bummed out from being found out so you only hope your hug can make it up. your baby girl goes first: she squeals when she’s scooped into your arms, smile so bright it could mirror any angel in heaven. while she still pouts, she’s more than happy to wish you a happy birthday. “thank you, baby. was baking with papa fun?”
she nods so hard her whole body moves in your arms, “papa is very bad at measuring stuff, though.”
you burst out laughing while your husband falls into a greater pout than your daughter did, brushing off the flour from his arms and taking the both of you into his embrace, “she’s so mean to me, sweets.”
“i’m not, just telling the truth. mama, i was the head chef, so i get to say what he’s bad at.” gojo’s pout worsens and you coo, pulling him closer.
“yes, but daddy did help with everything, didn’t he?” you whisper, brushing away the strands that fall over her face. you’ve never really taken the time to take in everything: her white hair, those blue eyes that are a little darker, the lines at the side of her smile that look like yours. instinctively, your forehead rests against hers and upon feeling her nod, you think that this is all you need. “thank you, darling.” and your girl grins again when she feels your peck on her forehead. gojo only can look at his girls with a content smile, pout stretching into his face while his hand never stops caressing your back. “can daddy have a kiss too?”
that night when she’s put to sleep after much protest (you both give in and end up watching your favourite movie together as a present), you’re drawing circles on gojo’s bare chest which also has grown a little bit of hair. his lips upon your hair feels like a divine blessing; he speaks.
“happy birthday again, baby,” a kiss, “only if you came home a liiittle later, though.”
you laugh softly, “actually, i sort of heard your shenanigans when i was standing outside the front door.” satoru jerks from the comfortable position, prompting your head to hit the headboard in a loud ‘thud’.
“oops sorry, baby— but what?!”
you shake your head, roll your eyes, pull him back to tuck yourself under his chin, “you’re so damn dramatic. i just didn’t want to interrupt the both of you. you mean a lot to her, you know.”
gojo sighs, moving away a bit for your head to tilt up and his heart still pulls and tugs like so many years ago. if he recalls correctly, it’s just exactly like this that you shared your first kiss together, the line between friends and lovers blurring so much that all it took was your eyes staring into his to make him notice he never had infinity on around you.
“you made me forget what i was gonna say,” satoru mumbles, a laugh cutting through his features when you smile sheepishly. he copies your outburst, “you’re so damn beautiful.”
“and you mean a lot to her, too. we mean a lot to her — it’s the least we can do when you’ve brought such a beautiful baby into the world,” gojo mutters — it’s late and he’s slurring his words from the fatigue. his eyes glow under the night light and he holds on to you just a little tighter, “to give her a normal life.”
his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes, and there’s the sheen of his tears again. “we will succeed, don’t you worry.” you silence his doubts with a kiss, “you’re doing a great job of a father, ‘toru. i will keep reminding you until my voice turns hoarse and i can’t speak.”
normally, he’d tease you but all it does is make the tears full spill over; but they’re happy this time. satoru only lets you catch his lips in a deep kiss, quietening his sobs as your hands fumble at his undercut and his face. you can hear the faint “thank you”’s he mumbles and you’re also close to crying, pulling away to admire him — god, you loved him so much you feel like you could collapse. he loved you so much he would do it all over again if it meant having you in every life.
“thank you for having me. thank you for loving me, baby,” satoru whispers, wiping at your tears as did you and he laughs, “dunno why we’re cryin’. s’pposed to be a happy moment.”
you huff (of course, he’d say something funny now), but that’s just one of many things you love about him. all you do is hold him closer that night and mutter a prayer — to virgin, to buddha, to anyone who would listen.
it might get difficult along the way: one of you may need to take on more missions, your baby will be growing up and heading to school. there will be difficult talks, puberty, tantrums, none of you were truly ready. and yet, despite it all, you’d still have your satoru, the one who made tsumiki and megumi into what they are today. despite it all, you’d still have each other and your darling girl, your family of gojo’s whose definition changed from suffocating to belonging. despite it all, as long as galaxies are created and supernovas happening and the planets revolve around the sun, it’d take light years for your love to diminish even one speck.
your love for each other could surpass the cosmos — that in itself is enough.
part two
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Heyyy! I’m not sure if you’re taking requests rn.. BUT if you areee, can I just please get a john price with the prompt “why are you avoiding me?” (Bc I’m a slut for angst) with a large fry on the side? IF NOT I TOTALLY COOL
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note: two posts in one month? who am i? i hope this is angsty enough lol, i re-wrote it 3 times bc i wasnt happy with it, its a love hate relationship 🥲 but anyway pls enjoy anon!!!
pairing: john price x gn!reader
wc: 1.5k
summary: in your dreams, you're more than just someone who warms john's bed
warnings: fwb, implied smut but no actual smut, angst, miscommunication (i cant help myself), hurt/no comfort, no happy ending
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"why're you avoidin' me?"
the question echoes in your ears, drowning out the war drum of your heartbeat despite the heavy silence that settles between you.
john has a hand around your arm, gentle and barely there but still anchoring you in place like a vice with just his light touch. the back of your mind screams for you to rip yourself free, get as far away from the familiar timbre of his voice and the near-stifling comfort of his smoky scent as you can before he can get you in his web again. but just like always, he's got you right where he wants you.
how many times have you been pulled behind the door he was halfway out of? and how many times have you been ushered back out again with your hair and heart a mess, just to pretend like nothing happened? always one foot in your little secret and one in his reputation, never fully with you; that's how the captain operated, and you feel like a fool for ever believing otherwise.
a squeeze to your arm brings you back to the present, suddenly all too aware of his fingers against your skin and his eyes boring into your own with an intensity that has your heart fluttering – against your mind's better judgement.
"i'm not." your response is a mutter, your gaze dropping from his to the hardwood ahead of you. it's unconvincing, even to you, but he had no right to question you like this.
"you are." he shoots back, gruffly and without a second of hesitation. from the corner of your vision you see his brow furrow, casting shadow over those eyes that always captivate you so mercilessly.
a sigh escapes his chest at your lack of response, his eyes darting from one end of the hallway to the other before giving your arm a miniscule tug, nodding his head back towards his office.
that's how it always starts. the thought makes your heart clenches painfully. "stop. i don't want to–"
"no." he interrupts firmly, with a shake of his head so resolute it almost has you believing that was never his intention to begin with. your eyes gravitate towards his again, and there's a spark of something, under the surface, when his thumb strokes your skin, dipping just below the hem of your sleeve. "talk to me, what's wrong?"
the urge to give in is tempting, to fall into his arms like you always do, just how he wants, how he expects you to. this time, however, you're determined to avoid his trap.
"it's nothing," you avert your gaze again, sighing in the same moment you take his wrist and slowly pull his touch from your arm, "just leave it."
john tuts. "it's not nothin', though, is it?" he asks, sidestepping into your line of sight again and ignoring the pointed look you give him. "talk to me."
if he cared for you the same way you do for him, his persistence would be endearing, but you know better. you're a good soldier who just so happens to be a good fuck too; that's all you are to him, and that's all you'll ever be.
"i told you. drop it." you shake your head, face creasing into a frown as you turn on your heel. if you have to endure any more of his deceiving sympathy, you know you'll only end up caving to his desires. you're not that strong, and that's why you need to keep as much distance as possible between you.
"you're somewhere else, lieutenant." he calls after you, stopping you in your tracks before you can get too far. you don't bother to turn around, but he continues anyway. "if you can't get your head back in the game, i can't risk havin' you out in the field."
your indignant laugh bounces off the walls.
"it's just that easy for you, isn't it?" there's a lump in your throat as you force the last two words over it, one you hope neither of you will acknowledge.
"and what's that supposed to mean?" he scoffs, the sound of his boots taking a few damning steps closer to where you stand, still with your back to him.
"i don't know why i'm offended, you always do this." you mutter, bringing your hand up to smooth over the crease of your brow, the tremble there barely noticeable but telling of your fragile state.
he doesn't respond this time, waiting for you to elaborate with what you're sure is a glare directed at the back of your head.
"you find something to take, and take, and take from," you spin around to face him again, which proves to be a mistake because the second you meet his concerned eyes, you can feel the sting of tears in your own. "and as soon as it's not useful to you anymore, you chuck it away like yesterday's leftovers."
the silence that follows your outburst is so tense it weighs you down. you can't will yourself to move, to tear your gaze away from him even when your vision blurs. it takes a moment for you to realise just how ragged your breathing has become, feeling the hard rise and fall of your chest over your racing heart as you come down from your anger.
"that… that's not what this is." john utters, his face morphing into something you coin as pity, and it makes your heart squeeze all over again.
"don't. i told you to fucking leave it…" your voice is weaker than before, and you curse yourself for showing this amount of weakness in front of him, because now you know he knows that it was never just sex to you. he never meant that little to you.
by some miracle you manage to blink away the tears before they can fall and embarrass you further. you wait for him to say something, in a painful sense of awkwardness that's never been there before, but all he does is stare at you.
"i can't do this anymore." you whisper, the words muffled through the blood rushing in your ears. you fix him with another scathing look before turning to leave for the second time tonight.
"wait." he calls your name as you walk away, quickly moving to catch up with you, but you have no desire to listen to him, not anymore. he gives you no time to react when he rushes to stand in your path, grasping both your shoulders to stop you when you try to sidestep him. "for fucks sake, just hold on."
there's a conflicted look in his gaze that seems to pull his expression down with it. if you had anything left to give you might've felt bad for being the cause, but it's been months of this game of cat and mouse, and you're drained.
"it was a mutual arrangement," he urges, his eyes search yours, something you can't discern muddying the deep blue as they dart across your face.
you give a watery scoff, rolling your eyes in an attempt to rid yourself of the ache his touch brings you. "there was no arrangement. you're not an idiot, john, you knew how i felt about you."
"what?" he has the audacity to sound confused, and you have to resist the urge to scoff again. "how you felt about me? what're you saying?"
"i think it's pretty obvious by now." you mutter, folding your arms over you chest, trying to make yourself as small as possible. he hasn't taken his eyes off you once, your skin prickling under his intense stare. "i'm an idiot for thinking this would go any other way."
there's another heavy pause, john opens his mouth and closes it again like he was fighting with himself on what to say. the way your throat has constricted makes it hard to breath without sobbing, your breath coming out laboured and uneven.
"do you regret it?" he finally asks, his fingertips pressing into your flesh almost imperceptibly, leaving your skin tingling even though your shirt.
it was self-destruction, giving in to him every time even though it felt like a thorn in your heart. to allow yourself to live in the fantasy that he loved you while you were in his arms, just to have that warm feeling shattered when he told you to get dressed.
"yes."
you regret falling for someone who would never love you back.
"it's over. let me go, captain." you whisper, a plea for him to release you from whatever spell he's got you under, even if you don't really mean it.
his hands drop from your shoulders, letting one curl into a fist at his side and bringing the other up to scratch his beard in an uncharacteristically nervous gesture. you know it's for the better, but the knowledge couldn't stop the tears from rolling down your cheeks. you brush past him, feeling his gaze burning into you as you lean away to avoid touching him.
he doesn't stop you when you walk away this time.
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I'm 99% sure it was called "Forever Yours" and it was a yandere oneshot series basically of a ton of popular anime boys from the time. The ones I remember were the Tokyo Ghoul dude, there were some Death Note guy chapters, there was the ML from Kamisama kiss, OH and the white haired guy from Psycho-Pass. There were like 50 chapters. It had probably a million likes or something it was INSANELY popular.
Ryntymy also had some other ongoing fics (and a ryntymny/reader crack fic, god, love them for that), but god it's soooo hard to remember.
i DID find a post about one of the fics i knew of that was actually REALLY GOOD that you would have LOVED (it was very similar to saltburn although it's quotev so this yandere was ofc pretty tame):
https://www.reddit.com/r/Quotev/comments/1b652gu/trying_to_find_old_x_reader_fic/
as for what's still up... hm. i do remember parallel ink, and also psychadelic peanut (they had this really trippy izaya fic):
https://www.quotev.com/story/9754667/Unfortunate-YandereIzaya-Orihara-x-Reader/1
AH parallel ink wrote kingdom of possession, which i DO remember:
https://www.quotev.com/story/6759314/Kingdom-of-Possession-Yandere-King-x-Reader
and there was this one series that was ACTUALLY quizzes, which was neat:
https://www.quotev.com/quiz/8085561/Out-of-Sight-Out-of-Mind
this one was a pretty fun sort of mystery style thing:
https://www.quotev.com/story/11260294/Seesaw/1
and this one was like. formative for my longing for pathetic masochistic men. i wasn't super into it back then but THE SEEDS WERE PLANTED:
https://www.quotev.com/story/8901227/Then-Came-You-Sadistic-Reader-x-Yandere-Character-One-Shots/2
SEESAW????? I lovedddd that fic so so much ahhhh it was amazing!!! the fic put me in so much denial cuz i was like 'its him! wait no its not him? wait it IS him? no wait-' very very entertaining
speaking of murder mystery yandere fics...there was this one where the reader was isekaid onto a train and quickly pieces together that all of the passengers resemble ppl from this book they read years ago...except they cant remember the ending aka they dont know who the murderer is. pretty sure the author deleted it but it was good!
its so funny you mention psychedelic peanut cuz i remember they got canceled???? actually...pretty sure parallel ink did too...as well the rest of their clique....and thats why i zipped outta the quotev yandere community!
actually that one aot isekai i was talking about was hosted on quotev! pretty much the height of literature, there's no competition. if i dont find it im just tempted to just rewrite it.
Curse of a Broken Promise is still up there and i think it still holds up! its a yandere kaneki ken fic and the writing is so....whimsical? idk how to explain it but it whenever i read it i always felt so sad. good read!
Imperishable affection (yandere!mafioso x reader) is ALSO written by the same author. basically yandere mafia boss guy threatens you into loving him or else your family dies yada yada so ofc the mc does. for a quotev yandere fic its pretty dark actually.
You Need Me (Yandere Manipulator x reader) THIS was the fic that brought me into the yandere thing. and the author used to update EVERY day so this whole this was an event. and the TWIST i remember being 14 and gasping like 'omg he did EVERYTHING???' very very good
If you want a izayax reader fic whos author WASNT wierd might i suggest Twisted Obsession. Beautiful writing. Its better than most ao3 writing actually and wayyy above mine. I love the way this author characterizes Izaya in this and the backstory for why hes so strange is pretty believable. like i fully believe it should be canon.
Savior Complex is an aot isekai where the mc gets whisked into a yandere sim where Petra is the love interest and the rest of the aot cast is obsessed with her. but we can all guess what happens. pretty good tho!!!
BUT EVERYONE GO READ PRETTY its a gojo x LATINA READER AHHHHHH YESSSS. i just LOVE LOVE LOVE the way this author writes. its so poetic and there's so much left up for interpretation.
#logged into my old account to find these and omg the memories it brought up#yandere#yandere recs#fic recs
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[ jung hoseok x reader ]
HOSEOK ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡
hoseok: wyd
y/n: can you talk to me like you love me pls
hoseok: there was sm love in that wyd i don’t what ur talking about actually
y/n: it felt like i was whore number 32
hoseok: ur literally whore 12???
y/n: you barely know 7 people let alone 12
hoseok: you literally said ur whore 32 so clearly i know more than 12 people
y/n: i said that it FELT like i was whore 32 not that i was
hoseok: let’s have sex
y/n: no
i’m listening to butterfly rn
ur interrupting
IS IT TRUEEEEE IS IT TRUEEEEEEEEEE
hoseok: no that’s actually so crazy cuz i wrote that song for you babe
y/n: ???
hoseok: and if you translate it the lyrics into hyroglifics it actually about why we should fuck rn
y/n: that is not true at all
also you did NOT write it according to my spotify
see
hoseok: i wrote it in my heart
y/n: ok
hoseok: do you like me
y/n: no not when ur wasting my time like rn
hoseok: maybe i just want to talk to you
y/n: ur boring
hoseok: wait why ur spotify in english ☠️☠️
this bitch can’t speak korean ohmygod 🤣💯😭🤦🏻���♂️
y/n: and ur trying to fuck???
hoseok: i love you
y/n: i love you more
hoseoki: call me daddy
y/n: NO
hoseok: WHY ☹️
y/n: how many times do we need to go through this
you have thrown up BOTH times i’ve called you it
hoseok: what if i’ve changed
y/n: stop talking to me
hoseok: :p
maybe you need to encourage me more
a hoseokssi fighting~🥺🙏🏼💘
before you say it and i might not throw up
y/n: stop talking about it
hoseok: fine 😒
y/n: btw do you know where my pink hat is
cant find her i’m real upset
hoseok: btw i have not one clue where it is!!!
sorry to hear ur upset
don’t cry pretty
y/n: so ur telling me you don’t have it rn
hoseok: i don’t
y/n: answer the ft then
hoseok: i don’t want to
y/n: what if i’m naked
hoseok: are you?
y/n: no
hoseok: i’m not answering then
y/n: you have my hat hobi
hoseok: that is not true
babe ur like going insane i think
not good
let’s get you to a doctor
y/n: bring my hat home rn
hoseok: what hat?
y/n: i will NOT let you gaslight ur way out of this
hoseok: gaslighting isn’t real ur just insane
telling you we need to see a doctor asap no newjeans
y/n: don’t lose my hat pls
hoseok: why would i lose it
y/n: so you do have it
hoseok: whaaaatttttt
y/n: whatever just don’t lose it
hoseok: ok 😁
babe?
y/n: yeah
hoseok: miss you
y/n: is that why you took my hat?
hoseok: say you miss me back ohmygod
y/n: i miss you back
is that why you took my hat?
hoseok: wait babe ur spitting 🔥🗣️
y/n: i don’t spit
hoseok: no ur right
ur a good girl and swallow
y/n: ok bye
hoseok: ok i’m sorry come back 😢
i just want to fuck
y/n: ur life story at this point
hoseok: not true
there are times i don’t want to fuck
y/n: times like????
hoseok: i don’t have my thinking cap on rn
but if i did
i could name you times i didn’t want to
y/n: sure
hoseok: sure
y/n: sure.
hoseok: shorts tight as hell rn
y/n: shorts???
are you not cold
why are you wearing shorts rn it’s still cold outside
hoseok: my dick just THAT big i fear
y/n: jung hoseok
hoseok: ok i’m sorry this time i’m fr sorry
like actually babe
y/n: i prefer when you don’t lie to me
hoseok: my fault
did you believe i was sorry tho
y/n: no
hoseok: damn fr???
ur saying i’m not built for this kdrama life
y/n: you barely built for this one
hoseok: LMAOOOO
no
that wasn’t funny
if you thought i laughed ur wrong
don’t say things like that
i’m upset now
y/n: sorry babe
hoseok: it’s ok i forgive you
y/n: thx >_<
hoseok: is this you finally admitting ur in love with me
y/n: only a little
ur ego it’s getting a bit much these days
hoseok: always knew you loved me 💘😍
y/n: loved
hoseok: ?
y/n: past tense
hoseok: love
y/n: i didn’t say to change it
my love you in the past fr fr
hoseok: fr??
y/n: for real man
hoseok: man
y/n: yup
hoseok: remember when we were just friends
y/n: remember when we didn’t even know each other
hoseok: lowkey
take me back 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼
y/n: that was my joke
you nasty little thief
hoseok: i’m not joking
y/n: if we breakup one day
ur gonna think back to this moment
and be like man
i was off my head
this was all my fault
why would i say some fucked up shit like this man
hoseok: you were gonna say the same thing tho?
y/n: but i didn’t
hoseok: ok
would you love me as a worm tho
y/n: i don’t even love you as you are rn
hoseok: OK WHAT
SWITCH UP IS CRAZY
LIKE CRAZY
NO JIMIN
you said you love me
y/n: LOVED
get it right
hoseok: ok wtf man
y/n: you wouldn’t love me as a worm
hoseok: who said that???
not me
ask me the question
y/n: would you still love me as a worm?
hoseok: no!!
y/n: kys
hoseok: my sweetheart ❤️
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nah someone tell hoseok to let the daddy agenda go omg bf so crazy guys 🤦🏽♀️😂‼️
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just realised joon was supposed to be next my fault LMAO
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Compliment me
✧ pairing: song mingi x jeong yuhno ✧ wc: ~1.5k ✧ warnings: smut (18+ mdni), hand job, little bit of drinking mention in the beginning, pet names (princess), both giving and receiving. (sorry if i forgot anything!) ✧ a/n: when mingi dropped these photos i literally brain rotted so hard and wrote this as fast as i could!!! i'm so sorry for any mistakes, but i hope you all enjoy!! also this is my first yungi fic sooooo yippiee!!!
Laughter fills the room as both mingi and yuhno drunkly stumble into their shared apartment. Picking on each other with light hearted teasing and bickering.
Mingi falls onto the couch, pulling in one of the pillows/cushions under his body to hug. He looks over to Yunho, who is sitting across from him, with a big smile.
"What?" Yunho asks with a slight chuckle.
"Nothing! Just happy and still pretty drunk" Mingi laughs.
Yuhno smiles as his eyes examine all of Mingi. His large arms hugging the pillow. How his body arches being sunk into the soft couch. Then he sees Mingi's shirt lifted up slightly, stomach exposed.
"Stay still" Yuhno tells Mingi, pulling out his phone to take photos of him.
"Yunhooo~ I dont want my photo taken"
"Sshh~ u look so good right now"
That's all mingi needed to hear to accept his fate. He starts to pose for Yunho in various ways.
"I got what I need" Yunho flipping through the shots. "I cant believe u even look like this"
Mingi buries his face in his pillow "dont say that"
Yunho smirks and cocks his head "why~?"
Mingi peaks over his arm "I cant say" he says quietly.
Yunho's eyes drift over to Mingi's still exposed stomach and back to him. he gets up and kneels on the floor in front of Mingi.
"Why cant you tell me? hm?" Yunho locks eyes with Mingi as his slender fingers caress Mingi's stomach, teasing the waistband of his jeans. "You know you cant lie to me either" Yunho's digits sink a little further down.
Mingi bites his lower lip, not looking away from Yunho. His face is feeling hot from Yunho's touch, still not saying a word.
"If you wont tell me I guess I'll just have to force it out of you, Mingi-ya~" Yunho smirks, shifting his eyes to Mingi's waistband where his hand is, and goes all the way down until he feels his hard cock throbbing for his touch "I guess I can feel your thoughts too, princess" he says as he softly wraps his delicate fingers around Mingi's shaft.
Mingi answers with a moan, automatically shifting his body out of pleasure from Yunho's soft touch.
"Mingi-yaaa~ Im still waiting~" Yunho teases, circling the tip with his index finger and spreading the pre cum all around it.
Mingi groans and shifts to his side and looks down at Yunho who is looking at him with the most annoying and smug face. Mingi licks his lips.
"You'll make fun of me" Mingi says softly though his deep voice booms around the room.
"Hhmm, I guess I'll stop here then~"
Just before Yunho could pull his hand out of Mingi's pants, Mingi quickly stops him, putting his hand on Yunho's. "wait, dont stop. I'll tell you"
Yunho chuckles "You need my touch that bad huh?" Yunho shifts closer to Mingi's face, keeping his hand right where it is. "Now tell me princess, why cant I compliment you?" he grips mingi's cock a little harder, making Mingi moan and lose his breath.
Mingi sighs, trying to compose himself.
"It's....it's because" Yunho's grip becomes a little tighter, moving slightly up and down.
Mingi takes a deep breath from his anxiety and pleasure "It's because you turn me on every time you do. Hearing you say what you like about me...drives me crazy"
Mingi locks eyes with Yunho "I may still be a little drunk but all I wanted tonight was for you to touch me" he moves his large hand up to Yunho's face to hold, caressing his check with his thumb. "Please keep touching me" he says, gripping Yunho's hair "fuck me with your hand Yunho-ya..."
Yunho was shocked hearing this confession from Mingi but felt excited and relieved at the same time. There has always been sexual tension between them for a few years now but thankfully this drunken night is what finally needed to happen to make both of their desires come true
Yunho smirks, though trying to stay composed from Mingi's confession "I like when u get bossy"
Mingi's grip on Yunho's face tightens and as soon as he felt Yunho's hand start to move up and down his cock, Mingi pulled Yunho's face into his, shoving his tongue in Yunho's mouth.
Yunho was taken aback at first but quickly accepted and kissed back just as aggressively.
Mingi couldn't help how Yunho made him feel. He didn't know what to do with these feelings besides moaning deeply into biting and sucking Yunho's lips and tongue.
Yunho was able to pull back from mingi's grip "Ya, take off your pants. Now."
Without hesitation, Mingi did what he was told and is now just left with his pre cum soaked briefs.
Just before he could take off his briefs, Yunho stopped him "Don't, leave those on. Your cock looks so good" he licks his lip "God, you're so big"
Yuhno rubs Mingi's cock above his underwear, watching it get even bigger, especially after Yunho's compliments
Mingi lays on his back, moaning from Yunho's touch. "fuck..." he says under his breath.
Yunho massages Mingi's cock for a few more minutes, getting off of Mingi's deep moans and seeing him squirm from pleasure.
"Yunho...please..." Mingi, out of breath already, starts to whine.
"What do u want me to do, princess?" Yunho asks, gently putting his hand on the side of mingi's face and letting his thumb play with his lush bottom lip - his left hand still massaging Mingi's thick cock above his underwear.
Mingi takes a deep breath, looking up at Yunho with desperation.
"Touch me. please touch me. I cant..." Mingi's moans becomes whiner. "and....compliment me....again..."
Yunho smirks at Mingi's last request. He goes in to kiss Mingi deeply, biting and sucking on his lips like Mingi did to him. "You know you kiss so well Mingi-ya~. You even taste good too" He licks his lips, savoring every last bit of Mingi's sweetness.
Yunho didn't think this was enough of a compliment to Mingi to make him crazy, but the increase pulsating under his hand says otherwise.
Yunho smirks and voice lowers to whisper in Mingi's ear "And since you're being such a pretty princess, I'll do what you ask~" he sticks his thumb in mingi's mouth, just to tease him even more then pulls focus down to Mingi's lower half.
Yunho pulls the waist band down to let Mingi's cock spring free. Yunho's mouth goes dry from the arousal he is feeling. He's not even being touched but by how Mingi reacts to him is enough for him.
Without warning to Mingi, Yunho grips Mingi's thick shaft and starts to pump. Yunho's plan was to tease Mingi as long as he could but what he had done already got himself off a little too quick to wait any longer.
Mingi arches his back and rolls his eyes back from Yunho's grip, his pleas were finally granted and can already feel his release approaching quickly.
Yunho stands up a little taller on his knees, making sure he is in the best position to fuck Mingi's dick with his hand. He looks over from Mingi's dick to his face and almost releases himself. Mingi's face is making lewd expressions he didn't know he could do.
"Fuck..." Yunho says under his breath. He removes his right hand from Mingi's face and quickly undos his own pants, pulling them down enough for his cock to spring free.
"Mingi touch me too. Now" Yunho demands in desperation.
"Wha.. what" Mingi is too in the moment to even fully comprehend what is being demanded of him.
Yunho couldn't wait for Mingi to catch up to his depends and grabs Mingi's free hand to quickly put it on his long hard cock.
Mingi immediately starts to pump for Yunho the best he could.
Lewd moans and groans fill the room, louder and louder. No care in the world if neighbors could hear them.
Both pump faster and harder, both releasing at the same time, cursing under their breath.
Yunho, exhausted and fucked out, lays his top half over Mingi's, his body in motion with mingi's chest rising and falling, hand still on Mingi's cock.
Mingi finally coming down to reality, grows a small smile on his face, seeing the man who he has been wanting to be with just gave him the best hand job of his life and is laying on his chest.
"I guess I make you weak too, huh?" Mingi says quietly, running his fingers through Yunho's hair.
"I don't want to talk about it" Yunho is now back to reality as well, feeling a little embarrassed how much Mingi actually made him feel.
Mingi chuckles to this response "I guess I'll have to make you tell me" Mingi grips Yunho's hair a little harder, teasing Yunho just like he did to him.
Yunho lifts hid head up to look at Mingi, putting his right hand back on the side of his face.
"Don't push your luck princess~" he smiles and leans in to kiss Mingi.
Mingi, of course, returns the kiss with the biggest smile on his face.
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High For This ~ Konig
Hello! I am back with another Konig smut bc I cant stop thinking about this man. This one has mentions of the devils lettuce (hehe) so if that makes you uncomfortable just a heads up it will be mentioned. Its also kinda inspired by one of my favorite Weeknd songs so I hope you all enjoy <33 also wasn't edited, I wrote this in like an hour bc I couldn't stop thinking about it
"Here." Konig said, taking one last puff before passing it to you. You smiled, leaning over the small outdoor table. " I needed that. Work has been busting my ass." Your boyfriend groaned, sitting back in the foldable chair. You brought the lit paper to your lips, inhaling the smoke slowly, blowing it out even slower. You and your boyfriend always had a mini smoke session before bed. Yes, it definitely was for the sleeping factor. But it also just felt really good. Plus, if you both aren't tired enough, he'll fuck you senseless. High sex is always the best sex. At least you believed that.
" I bet, your shoulders look tense baby." you said, coughing right after. He nodded, sighing deeply before sitting up. The city was wide awake with you both, it made the smoke session that much better. Being able to look over and see all the city building lights, the cars zooming below. And to have your boyfriend right next to you. It made it all better. Before you knew it the joint was done, you both were resting on your shared bed. Family guy played in the back as you looked up at him. His eyes were hooded, red. Every now and then he'd break out in a laugh, causing a smile to spread across your lips.
" You know you cant see the tv looking at me." he said, looking down at you. you giggled, nodding your head. "obviously. I just wanna look at you. cant I do that?" you asked, moving closer into his chest. you breathed in his faint cologne, humming as his hand ran up and down your arm. " of course you can baby.. but don't look too long." he leaned down, whispering, " you know what that does to me."
you smirked and licked your lips, moving up to his neck and placing small kisses. he hummed, pulling you closer to his warm body. his shirt was off, as it always was, so your hand was easily able to make access to his abs. that always turned him on, whether you meant it in a sexual way or not. "libeling.." he whispered, pulling you onto his lap. you smiled, your hooded eyes meeting his. " i love this part of being high." you said before placing your lips back onto his neck. you were sure to leave marks, some visible some not. his hands quickly found your hips, digging his fingertips into you. "mm~ fuck your so hot maus.. i love when you get like this." he whispered, his head falling back onto the wall.
slowly you moved your hips, moving from his neck to his lips. your tongue slid in with ease, occasionally tugging his lip. he'd whimper in your mouth, holding you close like you were gonna run away. " wanna fuck you so bad.." he'd whisper when you pulled away, looking at you with his dilated, but still hooded eyes. Konig high was so attractive. it was like he got 100 times more sexy. he was irresistible and so were you. so much so that you guys could fuck anywhere while high, and you have. bathrooms, parks, in the car. it was impossible to keep you guys from touching each other.
"then do it daddy.. fuck me." you whispered, pulling his earlobe gently with your teeth. he wasted zero time in flipping you on your back, his hands sliding up the shirt you had on and pulling it off. He smirked when he saw you braless, his hands gripping each one. " looks like you knew this was gonna happen. I bet you dont even have panties on huh libeling?" he smirked, taking his knee to your covered pussy, moving it up and down. you moaned at his touch, biting your bottom lip. "pull them off a-and find out." you said, his knee working against your clit.
he huffed, moving his hands from your boobs to the waistband of your pants, yanking them off. He was right. No underwear. Just your bare, wet pussy. he licked his lips, taking a finger and running it through your folds slowly, smirking at how your body jerked up when his finger hit your clit. "fucking soaked.." he mumbled, taking a second finger to your pussy. you closed your eyes, feeling him tease your entrance with the two fingers. "k-koni please" you'd whimper, thrusting your hips up. "tsk, no libeling. good girls wait. they're patient. dont make me punish you when you've been doing so well for me so far." he smirked, continuing his teasing.
you whimpered below him, watching his hand move up slowly, and down just as slow. but of course, he felt bad. you were his princess, he couldn't deprive you from giving you what you wanted for too long. he, without warning, slid his two fingers in at once, moaning at the noise your pussy made for him. you gasped, head falling to the pillow. he moved his fingers up and down, watching as your legs tensed up. "f-fuck.. fuck Konig~" you whimpered below him, his eyes never leaving your body. " go on.. tell me. tell me how good you feel." he whispered, taking his thumb and pressing it on your pounding clit.
you didnt know if it was the weed or what, but everything felt 10 times better. of course, sober sex was amazing, Konig knew just how to get you to cum. But high sex, that was something you both saved for once in a while. simply because of how good it was. you didnt wanna get used to it. " s-so good Koni.. oh its so good" you moaned, gripping the sheets as you felt the pit of your stomach sink. he moaned as he felt you clench around him, smirking. "cum for me, coat my fingers. be a good girl a coat my fucking fingers." he said, leaning down to watch you more closely. his fingers slammed in and out of you, his dick pointed straight up in his pajama pants. It rested peacefully on your lower stomach, waiting patiently to pound into you.
"k-konig im go-gonna-fuck-!" you felt your back arch, toes curl as your high took over you, a long, strangled moan coming from you. he smirked, watching your juices pour out of you and onto his fingers and sheets. "fuck.. you look so pretty when you cum libeling.. so fucking pretty" he cooed, moving his fingers slower. you looked up at him, a small smile on his lips. he pulled his fingers out, sucking them. he moaned around his fingers, eyes on you the whole time. "so fucking good." he growled.
he stood, discarding his pajama pants before dragging you to the edge of the bed. "turn around." he commanded, slapping the inside of your thigh gently. you nodded, turning around, legs still shaky. he gripped your waist, pushing your top half down. his one hand gripped your head, the other on your hip. "your gonna get fucked now libeling. im gonna fuck you until Im fucking shaking." he said, moving his hand from your head do his dick, pumping himself a bit. not like he needed too tho.
he lined his horse cock dick up to your entrance, tracing your hole. he loved coating it with his pre cum before slamming into you, feeling your pussy instantly grip around him. and he did just that. your body jolted forward, head pressed into the mattress. A loud gasp left his lips, a pained moan leaving yours. Konig always forgot how big he was when fucking you. maybe because you always took him so well. his hands now both rested on your hips, breathing slowly. "im sorry libeling.." he breathed out, patting your hip. shaking your head, you turned to him. " fuck me Konig.. "
he growled, pushing your head down and into the mattress. he slowly pulled his hips out before jutting them back into yours. your body jerked forward again, this time a moan of pure pleasure leaving your lips. he slowly moved his hips faster, his grip on your hips and head tightening. " fuck libeling.. this pussy was.. was made for me. fuck its mine. all mine." he groaned, watching as your ass rippled with each thrust of his. it made him wanna cum instantly. the mix of your moans, skin slapping and how wet your pussy was. it was all to much for his high state.
he felt himself cumming and stopped, earning a dissatisfied whine from below. "I-im sorry.." he panted, closing his eyes. "you just..you just feel to good." he said, his grip on you loosening. you smirked, pushing yourself up off his dick before slamming back against his hips. a whimper came from him, his eyes meeting yours. "libeling.. j-just wait a sec.." he said, his grip on you coming back. but you couldn't wait. you needed him now.
whimpers flew right from his lips as you continued your movements, his hips eventually slamming forward to meet yours. "come on libeling.. faster. fuck yourself on this dick..fuck.. faster." he whimpered, his eyes pleading with yours as you looked back, watching him. your head dropped, lewd noises and both you guys' moans filling the room. "oh fuck Konig~ fill me up with your c-cum please." you begged, feeling him twitch inside you.
that was one of his weaknesses that you learned very early on. he loved when you begged him to cum in you. it was his way of saying you were his. what said you were his more than his cum stuffed deep inside you? "you want it? earn it. fucking..earn it." he said, stopping your hips and moving his, deep and fast into you. your body jerked forward with each powerful thrust, his moans growing louder and louder. "p-please Konig I need it.. I deserve it I-ive.. mmgh~ ive been g-good!" you cried out, gripping the sheets in desperation.
as he pounded into you, you felt another orgasm forming in the pit of your stomach. Konig began to whimper out small phrases in German, another sign that he was close. "oh fuck..oh fuck oh fuck!" he whimpered, his hips pounding into you. his tip kissed your cervix so painfully good. you were drooling at the point, tears forming in the corners of your eyes.
you felt his hand snake around your throat, pulling you up. your back arched, your head falling back so your eyes made contact with his. "come on libeling.. milk my dick.. you fucking deserve it baby so milk all my cum from me.. come on you can do it" he moaned, his free hand sliding around your waist. you whimpered at his praise, clenching around him. "thats is t-thats..fuck.. oh im cumming libeling I-im.." his breath caught in his throat, his entire grip on you tightening as his body stiffened, shooting his cum deep inside you. you whimpered, feeling him shoot inside you. but you couldn't stop. your hips moved against his as he shot his cum inside you, chasing your own high.
"k-koni im gonna cum too.. mmgh~" you felt him pathetically thrusting into you, whimpers coming from him with every thrust. you felt that knot in your stomach come undone, your cum and his covering both his dick and your inner thighs. "Konig~" you whimpered, shaking at the intensity of your own orgasm. his chest rose and fell, slowly pulling out of you. his legs gave out as soon as he let go of you, falling directly beside you. you whimpered, crawling to lay next to him. "fuck libeling.. high sex with you is always a treat." he said breathlessly. you giggled and nodded, slowly shutting your eyes.
"come on, lets get you cleaned up." he said, slowly standing from the bed, carrying you to the bathroom as you cradled into his neck, enjoying his now slow heartbeat.
I suck at ending these but I promise ill get better lmao
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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ how you got together - inumaki x reader
bullet pointed scenario
genre: fluff, f2l
wc: 1.2 ish
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ an: hii this is my first jjk fic!! this might be the only thing i ever post LOLL currently ignoring my massive hiatus on my kpop blog T_T anywayss i wrote this super quickly its prob not the best ;p
i feel like toge would be the type of person to have you make a lot of the first moves
like when you guys were just stupidly pining friends, he made it pretty obvious that he liked you but wanted you to actually confess verbally
it was mostly because he didn't want such a big milestone of starting your relationship to be texted or written by him but maybe like 20% of it was because he likes to be annoying
he's a little shit so if your the type of person to wait on the other person to make a move, good luck! because he’s making you do it
like there was a point were he was certain about both of ur feelings being mutual so he’d just play it up by being really touchy, making it obvious that he wanted to be right next to you, always clinging to you, etc.. you know,, making it obvious that he really does like you
but poor you because you were spending your time overthinking eveything. maybe he was just really touchyyy!! maybe he's extra comfortable around you!!! (i wonder why.)
it was actually driving your friends insane tho
maki’s last straw was during a training session out on the field, her and panda were sparring as you and inumaki watched on the steps
inumaki, as usual, was glued to your side, hands toying with the fabric of your long sleeve uniform
as maki landed her last hit on panda, you got up with their water bottles and ran them over to your two friends
toge followed closely behind, still attached to your sleeve
you were balancing both of the bottles in one arm since the other was being occupied as toges leash of some sort, but you approached the other two like nothing was out of place
this sight wasn't anything new to panda or maki so they kept their scoffs and eye rolls internal. it was mostly just driving them crazy that neither one of you had made a move. it was obvious you both liked each other so why aren’t you guys doing anything about it??
“nice one, maki!” you cheered as the two grabbed their respective waters, toge let out an ingredient of affirmation as well
“ah, that was nothing” she proudly boasted, part of it directed as being a playful jab toward panda. she glanced down at inumakis hand attached to the end of your sleeve as he seemingly refused to be more than a few inches apart from you
“anyways,, im planning on grabbing lunch after this, yn, you coming with?” maki turned towards you
“sure!! i didnt have any plans,” you mused and you and maki set off and away from the field, toge still trailing behind as if following you was the obvious route to go
“just me and yn today, inumaki. sorry man,, go do something with panda” maki had no problem brushing off your friend, she was trying to get you alone which was something that seemed more rare as days go by (cough cough toge let maki have some time with her friend)
he laughed and backed away in compliance before giving your shoulder a quick squeeze as the four of you split off
once he was out of earshot, maki finally groaned
“you need to make a move already, its so frustrating watching you two cling to each other without doing anything about it” she complained as you felt your face heat up
you were well aware of toge’s touchiness and couldn't ignore his potential intentions behind it,, but yet there was this looming fear of actually enacting a confession that stopped you from going further
“do you think he really likes me?” you asked pathetically. anyone’s answer would’ve been a loud yes,, but you still felt like you had to ask maki for some semblance of confidence
she stared at you, an incredulous look breaching her face
“i cant believe you're asking me that question” she scoffed out a laugh, “but since you need to hear it. yes, toge inumaki is one hundred percent in love with you”
she left it at that, causing a permanent fluster to torment you for the rest of lunch
your lunch with maki had left you a little more confident about where you stood with toge, however. she had begged you to do something about it soon, claiming she couldn’t bear to witness any more pining
you had to do something about it soon or else you’d continue to sleep on her advice, overthink it, and never do anything about your problem,,,, it was now or never
you shot a text over to toge and waited on a nearby bench on school grounds
a few minutes passed with you spending them painstakingly fumbling with your phone case, picking off the stickers that were already on their last leg
there were so many times within those short seven minutes where you debated sending a ‘never mind! something came up’ to him
he finally showed up fairly quickly, joining the spot next to you on the bench
immediately discerning your nervous state, he placed a hand over yours
his action didn't do much for your nerves but it gave a little more hope that your confession would have a good outcome
(you were painfully unaware that no matter what you did, you had a 100% success rate)
he voiced his concern, squeezing your hand as you turned to face him
it felt like your heart was about to explode out of your chest but you had to rip the bandaid off
meeting his concern gaze, you finally said it
“i like you”
okay
maybe not the smoothest confession,, but given your anxiety over the situation, it was a miracle it was even said
all toge did in response was reach up to cup your cheek and smile
his single expression gave you the answer you so desperately needed
pouring all his love and admiration into one expression, you hadn’t realized this was always how he had been looking at you
wordless communication though gazes and lingering touches had always been the way he was allowed to express himself
you had been overlooking it for too long, too caught up in your own mind to see the way he gazed at you like you were the only thing he ever needed to focus on, worthy of his attention at any moment you needed it
your heart melted on sight as you leaned into to press a kiss on his lips
it was sweet, brief but not hasty. toge had always been good at placing his emotions into his actions and he made sure you felt everything he was feeling
the two of you parted before you leaned back in to place two more kisses, one on each side of his mouth where his seals were placed
he leaned in to your touch, pulling you in for a hug. as he buried his face in your neck, he breathed out a sigh that wordlessly expressed ‘you have no idea how long i’ve been waiting for this’ and you laughed into his hair
it might've been way overdue, but he’s here now in your arms, this time without the weight of wondering if your feelings were truly requited
oh an maki just got a text from panda of a blurry, zoomed in image of the two of you on the bench together from the distance
“fucking finally” -maki
#inumaki x reader#toge x reader#inumaki toge#inumaki fluff#jjk x reader#jjk fluff#jujustsu kaisen x reader#inumaki x you#jjk scenarios#jjk imagines#toge x you
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last november i was in china when my little brother called me and told me to come home. over summer my nan, my mums mum, had passed away before i had managed to get back to see her and my mum, my best friend in the world, had a heart attack soon after. i was with her then. we went to the funeral. she got better. we saw robbie williams live. we went out drinking and to the beach and watched coyote ugly and la la land together, our fave movies.
when my brother called me to tell me mum had cancer i knew it was bad. i lost my best friend to cancer when we were just 16 years old. thats never a good word. but its my mum. and to quote her days after her own mums death 'i always knew one day my mum would die but i never knew she would, like, actually die'.
i knew in the back of my head why i was going home but i didnt believe it. i watched spiderverse for like the third time on the plane. i went to grab my suitcase and laughed when i realised i was at the wrong shanghai - gatwick conveyor belt. who knew there were two at almost the same time.
then my brother, my baby brother, who is 30 next year but was 28 and always our baby brother, called me and my life is never ever going to be the same. i knew the moment he called. and i sat on the floor at gatwick airport shaking and people kept coming over to ask if i was okay and finally my sister and my aunties, my mums sisters, arrived and they were let into the baggage area when they explained and picked me off the floor.
i dont think this is a grief that has settled yet. i was meant to see louis that night. i havent listened to a song by him since despite his music getting me through some of my hardest times. my denial, she'll walk through the door and say this was all a joke, phase went on for months after we planned and executed a funeral and wake on the beach in malta. i made a great playlist, i wrote a great eulogy. i did that but it didnt properly sink in why.
i still, almost a full year on, wake up and think about messaging her to tell her how im feeling and check in on her.
my mum used to send me one direction news she found on facebook every day. harrys got a new album emmy did you know? and i was like no mum wow thank you (of course i already knew). she loved niall and we were going to see him live together. she wasnt a big fan of louis' music but ached for what he'd been through. i woke up the day after hearing about liam expecting a text from her checking in because she got me 1d tickets in 2014 for my 23rd birthday and she brought me merch and the dvd of the movie -
my mum who hated the beatles because they were too mainstream but loved what i loved because i loved it and was passionate about it. god she would have been crushed for me today. she would have been heart broken.
and i think this has hit me like a train not only because everyone who knows me knows how much i loved liam as if he was my own friend, but also because this past year has been so full of grief i dont always know how to get out of bed. my dads mum passed a few months ago. my family are wrecked with it. this past year has been a nightmare we can't get out of.
i always related to liam as someone who was bullied at school and as someone who suffers from mental illness and has suffered from alcoholism, thankfully, for me, something ive managed to come back from and im sober and i always hoped for that for him. its such a hard fucking mountain to climb and i didn't have to deal with the fame side of it and this whole other thing he had to carry. i always wanted him to get better but in the back of my head i had this feeling, i had this fear that i would one day log into tumblr and see the worst.
i still cant, and im sure for a long time won't, believe this real. thats one of my boys. we were very much meant to get old together. i wanted to see him get better. i cant begin to comprehend the fact he wont have that chance. this still doesnt feel real to me man. thats my boy.
just a few days ago I was in a convenience store and they were playing heart meets break and i was jamming and excited to hear my boy in a store. i keep remembering its happened, and i look at the photo on my bedside of me and my mum at the robbie williams concert and i could really do with her right now. a link to a facebook article and her over use of emojis - a shocked and crying face and a broken heart. because what else can express this?
i know i didnt know him but i always had the comfort of knowing of him, of listening to his music and watching his videos and feeling less alone in a cruel and lonely world.
its okay to be a fucking mess, if you can take time out please do. i wish this world allowed more of that. after my mum everyone had to go back to jobs and life and it still blows my mind that i was walking down the street then and today and everything was the same. the world should pause but it doesn't.
at the end of all of this, one day this might settle and make sense but right now it doesnt at all and thats how these things work. i love you all, this is not something i thought we would have to face until we had all grown old and spent all of our money on reunion tickets and seen our boys grow old and live their lives.
give people you love a hug, tell people you love that you care about them, work out problems and differences if you can and make the most of it. you never know how much time you have.
#death cw#grief cw#i dont think people will see this but i gotta rant about shit somewhere#and if you do see this all my love#i wish i was getting to a stage where this makes sense but im still very much not#im seeing the boys talk about it and still not
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