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So….. hey 👋🏽. Longtime fic reader and long time secret writer 😂.
I write but never post really 😂 honestly I feel like my writing is 🗑️ but I digress. But I can’t ever really find what I’m looking for (except for one writer who is phenomenal but she isn’t really writing anymore) so I decided to try my hand myself.
I decided to put it out there to see if there’s any interest. I’ll start posting snippets of what I have to test the waters 😅😅
Full disclosure…. I’m into almost everything so you never know what you might get. Mainly black coded older reader. Some MxM.
Some of my favorites are sub!yandere BTS, poly BTS x reader, supernatural, A/B/O…. I’m greedy, what can I say. Like Pokémon, gotta catch them all 🙌🏽😅
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Forwarning...I'm not that fancy, never blogged before so I have no idea how to make this look appealing...maybe one day between my million kids and million jobs I'll figure it out.
Here goes nothing.... please don't be tooo harsh lol.... y'all I feel like my writing is trash lol.....ugh... ok fuck it.... Yoongi didn't raise no bitch!
He recognized the yearning in her eyes. If he allowed himself, it was the same yearning for her reflected in his. It was the last show, fuck it, he thought to himself, I’m going to enlist soon, I can have this one thing. Looking to where he’s seen her every show prior, she’s gone.
Meanwhile she cries tears of anguish watching him for the last time from afar.
Curious eyes look down on them both from above. Curious about the despair they see in her face and the lost look only they are able to distinguish within his eyes. Even more curious, when the guest comes out, she is inconsolable, leaning into her friend for support. During the show he seems to be looking for something in that particular spot but doesn’t find it. He checks all 4 corners and the lost look remains. A quick question is posed to the guest as he arrives to sit with the onlookers and he declines but is captivated none the less by the beauty and pain he sees in her face, he recognizes that pain. Deciding to put it off for now, the eyes above watch the show in pensive contemplation.
The show was amazing! she tells her friend as they plan their next move for the night. They’re both numb due to all the emotions he left on the stage. She’s emotionally raw and physically drained but thankful she was there. Or at least that’s the mantra she keeps repeating over in her head as they exit the arena for the final time.
That was phenomenal! A perfect ending to an amazing run! His family and friends tell him backstage. He isn’t sure what he’s feeling at this point yet, everything is too fresh, too new, his tears haven’t even dried yet. He regrets not finding her or trying sooner. He internally mourns what could have been and what may never be.
Meanwhile her and her friend roam the streets of Seoul in search of something to soothe the tumultuous emotions raging in their souls. They fear the announcement they know is coming come morning, “HELLO THIS IS BIGHIT MUSIC…”. Coincidentally they end up in a cafe surrounded with pictures and mementos of their idols, not the fried chicken that they’d set out for but not an unworthy substitution by any accounts.
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I'm trash, but my friend loves it. Not proofread, my bad...
“Love sometimes isn’t enough Hobi. I love you and you love me and we can love each other and not be together. I never want to hold you back or feel like I’m causing you to miss out on life or experiences. Love doesn’t equal sexual attraction. It’s ok, we…”
The look in his eyes silenced her mid-speech.
He’s never looked at her that way. Slowly, she tried to back away to maybe try to give him space and time to let what she was saying sink in. Eventually he had to see that she was right. I mean, a girl can only masturbate so much. But the further away she got, the closer he came towards her.
The thing with Hobi was when he was mad, you’d know it. He’d raise his voice a little, put some more bass in it. Let it be known. However, this was so far beyond mad, there wasn’t any space left in the room for any other emotion and the rage was so thick in the air she began to get lightheaded.
Silence as he stalked closer, eyes never leaving hers.
He didn’t have to raise his voice, the silence of the room was deafening.
“Strip”. He commanded in a voice so deep she felt it in her bones, causing her to shiver.
Filled with indignation, totally disregarding the danger her instincts told her she was in, she tried to push past him as she told him she didn’t want a pity fuck.
The words are caught in her throat as he wraps his long slender fingers around the column of her neck and squeezes in warning as he pushes her against the wall.
He never raises his voice. In a harsh whisper he states “Instead of asking me like an adult, you assume you know my reasoning” he pulls a pocketknife out of one of the many pockets in his camo. “You then decide to try to end things with me” he pushes her further into the wall and puts the blade right up under her chin. She’s shaking at this point, realizing he did just finish his service and she has no idea the things he may have endured or suffered through. She tries to plead with him but he silences her with a squeeze to the throat.
“You are mine. To fuck, to not fuck, to love, to spoil, to take care of…you are mine…”
Slowly he drags the blade from her throat to her shirt and down her chest ripping the fabric as he goes.
“You wanted to see the man behind the mask, you wanted to know why I haven’t touched you yet, why I haven’t gorged myself on your cum, fucked you until all you know is how to scream my name…well you’re about to find out….color?”
Taken aback, the word green flies from her mouth before her brain could catch up and at that utterance, he kisses her so passionately he steals her breath. Then he glares, “strip before I cut off the rest”.
Shaking she removes the leggings she was wearing and her favorite pair of boy shorts. He picks her up underneath her thighs and walks her to the bed gently lying her down. If it wasn’t for the look in his eyes, she’d think they were about to make love.