synopsis: takayama riki is the ideal roommate. cooks, cleans, does everything perfectly. yet you can't help but feel weirded out by his overly touchy behavior
genre: perv roommate!taki x fem!reader, friends and roommates, some fluff, smut
tw: perv roommate!taki, cursing, dubcon, male masturbation, panty stealing, panty sniffing/licking, brief female masturbation, taki leaking in his pants, idea of a peeping tom, self degradation, fingering, drooly taki
wc: 2,151 words
a/n: hello, i am lynn and my problem is that my mind is plagued with perv!taki thoughts. it was bad before but now it's taking control (☆ω☆*) i hope you enjoy this pervy taki fic, bcuz i got way too into it and highly doubt this is the last. didn't even write what i actually wanted to, literally free me from this prison -> please don't copy or translate ~^^
just thinking about perv roommate!taki who is super touchy and keeps toeing between the boundaries of what is and isn’t normal behavior of a roommate.
he’d seen you around before but had never properly met you. different friend groups and schedules. that was until maki introduced you two to one another, and once he heard your voice he was hooked. it was as if an angel had graced his life. as soon as he heard you sweetly utter his name with a polite smile, he swore he was in love, dick twitching and leaking precum. you were perfect. a kind, pretty, and vanilla scented angel with a voice he wanted to break with every thrust of his hips, moaning his name over and over again.
when you came to them crying and hiccuping about your dick of a landlord who kicked you out after you got mad for the sudden rent increase, he immediately hugged you. biting his lip, he tightened his arms around you, relishing in the plush feeling of your breasts pressing up against his chest. good thing maki didn’t see the way his eyes rolled to the back of his head. shit, he was gonna start drooling if he kept hugging you any longer. still, he was helpless to let go, not as your cries got louder, clenching his shirt whilst burying your head into the nook of his neck. is this what you would sound like if you were crying on his cock? little hiccups slipping from your lips as you ask him to slow down. you were so warm.
“why don’t you just move in with me? i’ve had the extra room ever since maki moved out.” he pulled away, gently wiping away at your tears as you asked him if that was okay. this was his opportunity of a lifetime. “as long as you pull your weight, just promise to lend me a hand whenever i need it.” with maki dogging you on, saying it was the perfect solution, you instantly agreed and gave taki a big kiss on the cheek to show your appreciation. his eyes stiffened at the wet feeling. so this is what i can look forward to.
as your friendship progressed, so did his actions. it was perfect. to you, being taki’s roommate was the best decision you made. he cooked, cleaned, did laundry, and was even more available for you as a friend. the ideal roommate. to him, it was as if everything was falling in his favor. what you thought were harmless, affectionate actions of taki’s were truly just pathetic perverted advances under the guise of his lovable friendly nature. when your favorite cloth panties disappeared, the one with a cute bow at the front, he played it off as bad luck. “maybe you misplaced them again, you’re pretty forgetful about these things.” when you found the bathroom door unlocked while you were taking a shower, you ignored the weirdness of it after he told you, “the lock is probably broken. i’ll call the building manager for it to be fixed.” you truly were none the wiser, giving him a peck on the cheek for being so dependable because how could you ever think that taki, your sweet and considerate puppy-like roommate, could be behind these weird events. you trusted him, he was your friend after all. he would never lie to you.
and technically that was true. taki hated lying to you so instead he just twisted the truth a little. no harm. he just didn’t want you finding out how much of a pervert he was. you were so nice to him, laughing at his jokes, cooing at the random noises that escaped his mouth, batting your eyelashes at him. oh how he loved the idea of cooing at you, watching your teardrops collect on your eyelashes as he made you choke on his dick.
you should actually be grateful that he stayed normal for so long, especially with the way you kept prancing around the apartment half-dressed like a whore, not even aware of his staring issue. taki was living in his own fantasy with you as his roommate, doing everything he could to get off in his own disgusting way. pressing his clothed bulge against your ass as he reached up to get you the cereal off the top shelf, grinding himself against it a little harder because the cereal was hard to reach. fuck, you felt so good like this. if only i could pull these skimpy little shorts down so i could slip right between those plush asscheeks. “sorry, the cereals way at the back,” he breathed, hand gripping your hip and thumbing at the sliver of skin between your shorts and shirt.
“i-it’s okay… you’re just helping me out—” you choked, suddenly feeling him thrust into you with a pant, thumb slipping under the waistband of your shorts. “taki, the cereal…” right. he pulled off with a pant, cheeks a tad flushed whilst handing you the cereal for your breakfast with a grin. he then turned his attention towards the dishes in the sink, cleaning off the grime as if he didn’t just hump your ass before your first meal of the day. he acted as if everything was fine so it must be just you. oh if only you knew that he just did that to cover up the fact that his pants were wet with his cum after pushing you up against his dick. but as far as you could tell, nothing was wrong.
he was a sweetheart, offering to do your laundry whenever you found yourself swamped with work and projects. it would always come out clean, smelling of laundry detergent and something faintly like taki. weirdly, you noticed that when he did the laundry, a pair of panties or a bra would always go missing. “taki? did you ever find my cloth panties with the ribbon, or the white lace ones, maybe even the sheer baby blue one? it’s been a week!” you huffed, handing over your basket of dirty laundry into his welcoming hands.
his eyes widened at the sight of another pair of your underwear sitting right on top of the pile. he nervously gulped, shifting his eyes back to you, “nope, sorry. maybe the dryer’s eating them. i’ll try to look again for you, pretty.” with a shy ‘thank you’ leaving your lips, he rushed out of your room with your laundry in hand, and hurriedly went to his bedroom slamming the door shut. he immediately swiped the panty from the top and frantically shoving his sweats and boxers down his thighs. he plopped himself on his bed and dug his hand around under his pillows, pulling out the sheer blue panties you were just stressing over. she can never know.
with a tired sigh, he tilted his head back on the headboard, fingers dangling the dirty fabric between his fingers. he stretched the fabric and there he spotted a patch of dampened fabric, so freshly used that it still held a shiny layer of your cum. was she just wearing this as she fucked herself on her fingers? he gently caressed the wet spot, slowly bringing it up to his nose to take a deep inhale of your release. taki groaned in pleasure, praying that you don’t hear him losing himself. his eyes darted to the door making sure it was locked before sticking out his tongue and letting it taste the sweet nectar of your cum. a warm thrill ran down his spine, hand reaching to wrap your sheer underwear tightly around his exposed dick while he tongued at the soiled fabric.
it was disgusting the way he furiously pumped himself with your panties, subconsciously shoving the other pair further into his mouth until all he could taste was you. he shut his eyes, imagining you walking in on him acting like a degenerate, jerking off surrounded by your dirty clothes. how would you react? would you yell in fear, stumbling back with tears in your eyes as you realized you like with a freak like him for the past month? maybe you’d stomp your way over to him and pull the damp fabric from his mouth, calling him a perverted freakshow asking him if this is how he got off knowing he couldn’t touch you. he huffed out a breath, scrunching his eyes shut, head lolling to side as his hand worked faster on his hard, wet cock. his mouth opened slightly, drool dampened fabric muffling out the moans that slipped from his slick lips. yn please, i need you so bad. tell me how fucking gross i am. degrade me as if i were nothing but a pathetic pussy obsessed puppy.
sweat gathered on his forehead, hooded eyes opening just to roll to the back of his head whenever he pressed his thumb harder against his tip. “ah fuck yes… so g-good. want… t-taste you, please baby.” he choked on the fabric, the fabric doing its job to muffle and shut him up as best as it could. he didn’t care though. didn’t care if you heard him moaning like a bitch, he wanted you to hear him. crush your stupid perception of sweet, innocent roommate taki. he pressed his heels into the mattress, bucking his hips further into your crusty panties.
he could picture you in the shower, like that one time he ‘accidentally’ unlocked the door while you were inside, slowly sliding your hands down your soapy skin until it reached low enough for your fingers to ghost over your clit. the action caused you to gasp, instantly biting your lip to keep the noises from escaping, aware that your roommate was inside and might hear you touching yourself. you rubbed at your puffy clit, legs spreading just a smidge. “shit, ahh… need your fingers, please,” you moaned, short pants echoing inside the tiled room. the more pressure you applied, moving your fingers in small, tight circles, the closer you felt. he remembered seeing you slap a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from whimpering out loud, not wanting taki to know what you were doing. oh if only you knew that he was watching all along. you moved faster, thighs shaking as you slid two slick fingers inside yourself, wet lewd noises squelching as you buried it deep up to the knuckle. “hahh need you inside me, wanna feel you cum deep inside.” he pictured you with tears running down your pretty face, your whines and the sound of squelching were like music to his ears then.
he didn’t even know it, but his pace had quickened, tugging at his dick whining as he recalled how good you sounded. and just like that moment, he finished hard into his hand, crying out in sheer pleasure and banging his head against the headboard with his fist stuttering to a stop. he pulled the saliva soaked fabric from his mouth and dropped it beside him, feeling guilt wash over him as he stared at your soiled panties covered in his hot, pearly cum and heavy drool. god what have i done?
he rushed to clean himself up, wiping away at the cum and tucking himself back into his sweats. his hands picked up both your and his dirty undergarments and shoved it deep into the clothes bin before shoving it into the laundry machine with an unnecessary amount of detergent, pressing buttons to begin its cycle. he leaned against the wall, eyes shut as he reflected on his perverted actions. “taki! there you are.” his eyes immediately flickered open, smoothing down his clothes trying to hide any sense of his orgasm.
“here i am. in the flesh doing laundry like i said i would.”
“okay… i was wondering where you were. i have something to ask.”
“what is it?” oh god, please tell me you didn’t hear me just now. were you turned on or did it disgust you? i’m sorry, i’m sorry! i swear it won’t happen again.
“do you wanna get pizza for lunch? i’m kind of craving right now.” he bit his lip, muttering a ‘sure’ with a nervous smile. yn doesn’t know. good.
you turned to leave, only to stop and lean closer to the laundry machine. shit. “oh hey, you finally found my sheer blue panties that i lost. that’s amazing!” you pushed yourself up and immediately gave him a hug, kissing his cheek in the moment. “thanks.. it wasn’t important but it’s nice to know that you went out of your way to find it for me. you’re really sweet, taki.” you flashed him a shy smile, cheeks flushed as you now realize how close you two were. “i’ll go order now. thanks again.”
well fuck me, looks like i won’t be stopping any time soon. oh well, what can i do?
hello! love u! would you pretty please consider writing itachi violently non conning his younger sister after an argument when they're home alone but teen sasuke returned early from his mission with team 7? sasuke loves his big sis but he doesn't really help her, incredibly liking the sight of his sibs together.
*** NSFW ***
*** 18+ MINORS DNI! ***
*** TW. DARK CONTENT ***
⚠️WARNING ⚠️ this story contains noncon, foul language, incest, voyeurism, and other themes that may not be suitable for some audience. Viewer discretion is STRONGLY advised!
Itachi and his little sister Y/N had been at each other's throats all day long. Their parents were gone, Sasuke was off on an assignment with team 7 and every time Itachi and Y/N were alone, they always seemed to fight. "I'm so sick of you acting like you're better than everyone else in the family Itachi! You really look down on me and Sasuke!" She yelled at him as he turned to walk off towards his room in an effort to end the argument before I went too far. She watched him as he walked off, her arms folded, cheeks red in anger and frustration. Why he couldn't just... Be nice to her?! "You're just like Father..." She mumbled under her breath, but with his hearing and skill, of course itachi heard her. He stopped in his tracks, slowly turning his attention back towards his little sister at the opposite end of the hall. "What did you say Y/N..?" Itachi asked, his voice low and flat with a different kind of angered tone she had never before heard come from her older brother.
The color began to drain from Y/N's face as he swiftly began to walk towards her, and she had no time to attempt to block herself from any actions he may have took on her. He was far too fast, and she knew it. He grabbed her by the arm, spinning her around, and pinning her body to wall. All his weight was against her as she struggled helplessly to escape his grasp. "If you think I'm like father, then I will show you just how cruel Father really is!" He said viciously, his rage boiling over as her words echoed in her head. He spun her around, grabbing her by her hair and dragging her into his bedroom kicking and pleading for him to let her go. "Itachi stop! Let me go!" She screamed but to no avail. No one was around to hear her.
Itachi yanked Y/N up by her hair, and threw her on to his bed, wasting no time climbing on top of her. He pinned her arms down to the bed, and watched with a smirk as she kicked and flailed trying to get him off of her. "Itachi please!! Stop!" She cried out realizing that this was not a good situation to be in. She was in serious danger. Tears began to stream down her face, as all hope of her escaping his clutches left her. He was far too strong for her to over power, and all she could think to do was plead her case. "Itachi I'm sorry! Please, I didn't mean it!" She cried, and whimpered under him, powerless to stop his vicious assault. "Too late for apologies princess. You're going to take your medicine!" He growled as he gripped her throat in his hand, squeezing and watching her eyes widen in fear as she felt her airway closing in his grip. She gasped and choked as she struggled to break free of his grip, this only excited Itachi more.
While all this was going on in the Uchiha family household, Sasuke had returned from his mission earlier than expected, and was about open the front door and announce his arrival. However, as he entered, he stopped before calling out hearing strange sounds coming from upstairs, and what sounded like the voices of his elder siblings. Curious as to what could be going on, and getting an ominous feeling that something was definitely wrong, he slowly made his way up the stairs. He walked down the hallway, inching ever closer to Itachi's room- the origin of the sounds- and when he looked inside he was frozen in shock by what he saw. There was his older brother Itachi, pinning his big sister beneath him, fingers round her throat and her face turning a bright red color. "I-itachi? Y/N???" He whispered to himself, a strange fear creeping up this spine.
Itachi reached down between them, and fumbled with his pants as he removed his thick cock from his pants. Y/N wriggled harder as she saw her older brother's sizeable cock spring free from his pants and slap against her inner thigh. "You're going to take every last inch of my cock, and you're going to like it!" He threatened, as he held her still, and positioned himself against her open. "Are you- are you enjoying this??" Itachi said feeling how wet her pussy was in the moment. "You twisted little bitch..." He grunted as he pushed his cock deep inside her tight cunt. She cried out in pain as itachi stretched out her tight walls, feeling him rip her as he did. Sasuke watched in horror as Itachi raped their sister, watching his big sister's face contort in pain as he forced his cock inside her. It was awful... But he still couldn't look away, and as Itachi began to fuck into their sister, he felt a twinge of something else begin to rise up from within him.
Y/N took every inch of her big brother's cock, her body shivering in pain, and then in an unwilling pleasure as he continued his vicious assault. Itachi could feel her walls gripping around his cock, and knew she was about to cum against her will. "That's it. Don't fight it, just let this happen. Doesn't your big brother feel so good fucking you?" Itachi teased making her feel ashamed. With a gasp, and a small cry that sounded more akin to a cry of grief than pleasure, her walls gripped around his cock, and she came for him, shame filling her being as she did. "That's it, cum for me. Fuck little sis, I'm going to fill up that tight little pussy." Itachi growled as his thrusts became more erratic. With one final thrust, Itachi grabbed his little sister's hips and held her still as he shot his hot potent Uchiha cum deep inside her fertile womb.
From the hallway, Sasuke watched. Helpless, but achingly hard inside those shorts of his. He watched as his big sister was forced to cum all over Itachi's cock, and pumped full of his seed. Without warning, Sasuke's cock twitched, and he gasped steadying himself by grabbing the door frame as he came in his pants. The sight of his older brother viciously taking his big sis was far more than he could handle. Itachi caught his breath before giving his little sis a kiss on the forehead, and putting his cock away. "Maybe next time you'll learn to quit while you're ahead..." Itachi said cruelly as he reached for the towel on his bedroom floor. "Go clean yourself up princess..." He said before turning towards the cracked door. "You too Sasuke..."
A.N: spelling errors, and other such typos will be corrected when I am able. In the meantime, have fun and enjoy responsibly! 🥰
Sanemi thrives on chaos. He’s the type to start an argument out of nowhere just to see you upset, then walk away mid-conversation like your feelings don’t matter. If you follow him, he’ll hit you with, “Stop being so needy. I can’t deal with you right now.”
He intentionally makes you feel like you’re not enough. Compliments are rare, but criticism? Constant. “You’d look better if you lost a little weight” or “That outfit’s not doing you any favors.” He chips away at your confidence until you’re relying on him for validation.
He’ll flirt with other girls in front of you, not because he’s interested, but because he loves watching you squirm. When you finally call him out, he laughs and says, “Relax, it’s not like I’m cheating. You’re so insecure it’s pathetic.”
His jealousy is suffocating. He checks your phone when you’re not looking, questions every male friend you have, and accuses you of cheating over the smallest things. Yet he sees no issue with his own sketchy behavior.
When he messes up, he never fully apologizes. Instead, he’ll shift the blame onto you: “I wouldn’t have said that if you didn’t push me,” or “Maybe if you weren’t so annoying, I wouldn’t have to act this way.” It’s always your fault in his eyes.
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Giyuu Tomioka
Giyuu is emotionally unavailable to the point where it feels like you’re dating a wall. You’ll pour your heart out, hoping for some kind of response, and all you’ll get is a blank stare or a dismissive “I’ll think about it.”
He keeps you in a constant state of uncertainty. One day, he’s soft and caring, holding your hand like he’s afraid to lose you. The next, he’s cold and distant, treating you like a stranger. You’re always waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Cancelling plans is a habit for him, but what makes it worse is the way he doesn’t even try to make it up to you. “Something came up” is all he’ll say, leaving you alone and wondering if you’re even a priority.
He has a way of making you feel like you’re overreacting. If you try to confront him about his behavior, he’ll sigh and say, “Why do you always make things so complicated?” as if your hurt feelings are an inconvenience to him.
When things get tough, he doesn’t fight for the relationship. Instead, he’ll pull away, making you feel like it’s your job to fix everything. And if you can’t? He’ll quietly let the relationship crumble, acting like he was never part of the problem.
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Muzan Kibutsuji
Muzan doesn’t see you as a person; he sees you as property. He controls every aspect of your life—what you wear, who you talk to, even where you go. If you push back, he smirks and says, “I’m just looking out for you. You’d be lost without me.”
He manipulates you into thinking you’re the problem. If you catch him in a lie, he won’t deny it outright. Instead, he’ll twist the situation to make you feel guilty for even questioning him. “I only lied because I knew you’d overreact.”
He disappears for days without a word, leaving you anxious and overthinking. When he finally shows up, he acts like nothing happened, dismissing your concerns with a cold, “I don’t owe you an explanation.”
His flirtations with other people are deliberate. He enjoys making you jealous, loves seeing the insecurity in your eyes. If you confront him, he’ll scoff and say, “They mean nothing to me. You’re the one making it a big deal.”
When he knows he’s pushed you too far, he’ll reel you back in with over-the-top gestures: expensive gifts, romantic dinners, whispered promises of change. But it’s all a facade to keep you trapped in his cycle of manipulation.
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Obanai Iguro
Obanai is sneaky to the core. He hides things from you, deletes messages, and keeps his phone locked at all times. If you ask why, he’ll act offended, snapping, “Why don’t you trust me? You’re always looking for something to be mad about.”
He tears down your self-esteem with backhanded compliments. “You’re pretty, but you’d be stunning if you fixed your hair” or “I love you, even if you’re not perfect.” His words stay with you, eating away at your confidence.
He’s incredibly possessive. He doesn’t just dislike you hanging out with other people—he actively sabotages it. He’ll pick fights before you leave or guilt-trip you into staying home. “I just don’t understand why you’d rather be with them than me.”
When he’s upset, he doesn’t tell you what’s wrong. Instead, he sulks and makes passive-aggressive remarks until you’re begging him to talk. And when he finally does, it’s all about how you made him feel this way.
He uses his insecurities to manipulate you. “I know I’m not good enough for you, but I’m trying my best.” It’s designed to make you feel guilty for even considering leaving, even though he’s the one who’s toxic.
★ warning : (slight?) yandere behavior, mostly Kaveh being a soft yandere(?), theme of captivity and being locked away, modern time setting.
★ 890 words
★ syno : you got taken away months ago, and by the time your birthday rolls around, you decided to try your hand at making a futile escape attempt.
★ author's note : my first post and fanfic on here! i'm sorry if the fanfiction is not that good (and not that well-structured, eng is my second language-). thank you for stopping by and feel free to comment your thoughts on this! - grievoun
It's your birthday.
A celebration that is supposed to be full of laughter or even a whipping cream to the face if your friends were giddy enough to throw you a funny prank - nevertheless, it's a day where you intend to be happy, knowing there are people close to wish you a start full of blessings and luck for turning older by the churning wheel of life.
But are you supposed to celebrate it here out of all places in the city?
In this overly decorated room that fits our taste too much that its suffocating us to death and despair, making you wanting to vomit just by seeing that same dusty bookshelves over and over again, that is filled with books you sure would've read happily if you were in another circumstances that doesn't calls for you to be locked away in his apartment like a bird trapped in a fancy, golden cage. The untouched gift boxes you left purposely by the bed where you're sure he'll see it - an attempt of you trying to show your resistance, of you wanting to go back home so very much.
But he wouldn't even bat an eye to our attempt - only to frustratingly add more of his gifts to us with those gentle smile that irked us to death.
At this point, you'll even take going back to the campus and would do all of those assignments that probably kept on coming and adding up due to your long 'absence' if it means you'll get to step outside of his apartment again and see your loved ones again that kept on appearing in your mind.
You're getting homesick - just wanting to return to their embrace again. No matter how much you tried to distract yourself from this so-called new reality he made for us, your thoughts would wander back to the happier times where you would groggily wake up late at your home without a care and how your mother would lightly scold you for it. How you used to hang out and happily laugh around with your close friends while being at the university. A much more lighter memory to think of rather than those heavy ones where those crimson eyes of his kept on appearing in your mind, clogging you full of his assuring words and pleas for you to stay by his side.
You cursed yourself for meeting, no, falling for him. It's stupid.
It's stupid how you couldn't see whatever stirring inside those mind of his much earlier.
You went to the locked window, the handle sealed shut, dangling uselessly in front of you, as if taunting your freedom of being taken away. In a desperate attempt to escape this fancy prison he made and scrapped up for you, you pulled at the handle, vision blurring due to the amount of tears that threatened to fall down your cheeks. You prayed that it would open - letting you feel that blast of cold air that signals your freedom like a bird taking it's first flight to the vast world in front of it.
The handle wouldn't budge - so you pulled and pulled, and with every friction hopelessly given in pulling the handle, you cried. Sobbed.
Just fucking open..! You cursed, voice low enough, desperate, sobs being let out breathlessly.
Your nails scratched against the handle, your hands getting much redder from the amount of force you put in this attempt at escaping him. Your eyes widened when you swore you felt the handle moved a bit and almost smiling gleefully -
-when you felt those familiar pair of arms wrapped around your waist from behind, your body soaking up his heat.
You sobbed, hands still pulling at the handle as he shushed you ever so softly. So affectionately. But you knew the brewing anger and irritation that is boiling up inside him, especially by the way how he tightens his hold on your waist by the minute.
A warning to let go of your foolish idea of escaping, so you did what he wanted. You didn't dare looking up at him as he turned us around and took a look at your hand, and you heard him give that signature sigh again.
"You shouldn't try to go out right now, you know?" he uttered, his gentle hands rubbing our knuckles felt like a taunt rather than a reassuring gesture. "Especially on your birthday out of all times. I prepared everything for you already." He added, kissing the top of your head.
"You surely don't think I would get mad at you, right?" Kaveh cooed, embracing you tightly, as if to cage you and to pry you away from looking at the window you tried to escape beforehand. "Ah, how funny of you to think I would do so.."
"..even if you left my gifts untouched until now. No, no, I would never." he uttered again, in a low tone of voice.
Was he disappointed? You don't even know. As he held your hand out of the room, you couldn't help but notice that look in his eyes again, that giddiness and excitement that marks his insanity up a notch.
You stayed silent - after all, you know you would rather find solace in silence than to bicker with him now out of all times.
The fact that r/fdc's current pinned post is about how they want you to stop saying "as someone with x diagnosis"???? At this point they aren't even trying to pretend they care about "real mentally ill people".... I mean it was always obvious, but why would they be upset about someone who they deem as a "REAL MENTALLY ILL PERSON" when they "set the facts straight"?
Spoiler: It's because they don't care. They just want to harass people. They just want reddit up votes. Ya know attention? What they accuse us of being obsessed with?
js a lil vent abt my status as like.. dating? idk.. tw btw
so i met this girl and like.. idk if we're dating.. she calls me cute stuff and called me babe and even kissed my cheek.. but like, idk if im ready for a relationship yet. she never confirmed it or denied it.. but i met her a week ago. A WEEK. i honestly dont fucking know if im ready or if we're actually dating but now that shes said stuff, im like.. realizing im more aroace then i thought....
eh the brain worms can think about it
nvm they might tell me to kill myself or self harm
but like im too afraid to ask her.
im afraid to ghost her, im afraid to hurt her, im afraid im going to mess up, i just got out of a relationship 5 months ago and i thought i was ready, im afraid it well end up like my exes, im afraid my hypersexuality might surface again, im afraid of my mom and dad (homophobic parents core).
“what are you waiting for, huh? what are you waiting for?!”
his face ashen, grimacing, legs giving out, he hits the mud on his knees, humbling himself before @envenenna. sweaty palms slick with adrenaline reach out to press against the open wound, angry as it slashes across bone white skin. it hurts. he knows it does from the way luis' countenance twitches. but it isn't enough to strike him. stubborn, crimson keeps flowing from the injury in a steady pour, coating his skin, the ground, the sleeve of his shirt. feels warm. wet. gushes between trembling fingers && trails downward.
hands press down on it. ❝ fuck. okay, you're-- you're okay. ❞ is what tom manages to croak out. rationally, he knows this kind of damage won't kill a creature like him. but something about it feels capital. big. brutal. it crawls, lingers on their skin. it shakes them both. he didn't mean to do that. ❝ stop yellin' && save your breath. i got you. i-- ❞ though it's clear he's talking to himself as much as to the one on the ground.
