#bxg

i'm currently looking to get into more oc rps :3 i'm open to bxb, gxg and bxg. i prefer to use realistic fcs (usually kpop idols, kdrama actors or random models) i tend to just make an oc up for each plot based on my partner's oc/fc tbh lol

i'm semi-literate but it honestly just depends on my motivation and such, when i get really into it i can write lot's.

Chapter 1:

Wordcount: 1070 words

A day goes by in an instant and the next thing we know is that we are against time in completing things, hindering us in achieving the goal we set in place whatever it is. As a photographer, time is crucial in every angle as it states the demands of the clients, the quality of photos or even the photos itself — a click doesn't do justice in what we see, but a click can portray a reality then turning it into firing up a motivation into a curiosity.

Photography is the art of teleporting the past in the future — At some point it brings me pressure and doubts on whether my pictures are good enough to satisfy the satisfaction of the many but recently, a girl did actually save me in that hole. The formerly fragile me who wants assurance from others was now confident with one hug and loving look from that very girl, Kim Chaewon.

From the get go, Chaewon was very kind to me to the point that I adored her personality and fell in love with her charms and quirkyness. Though she can be handful in some situations, I wouldn't have her in any other way. The warmth she radiates to those who are close to her speaks volume on how she loves to help everyone — that’s the very reason why my lens always finds her smile.

Busy it may be but Chaewon is undeterred, call it a cute stubbornness in her fiery heart — funny to think that the girl that was my classmate became my mate in traveling around the world. Just to make it clear, the two of us are broke…

Very broke

Cheap airlines that are always delayed to suspicious airbnb’s that literally questions our state of living but in the end, it’s the number of smiles that matters. As of now, the Bonnie and Clyde as we like to call ourselves is strong and happy in the clicks of our cameras.

The moment we close one of our eyes…

The moment we looked through the lens…

The moment we found the thing we would like to immortalize…

*SNAP*

A picture was taken with precision — the vivid colors of the sky that was gradiently becoming a warm orange was seen dominating the vast sky as night was fast approaching, the lush greens of the leaves of the trees cascading with the touch of the wind. The marvelous nature showcasing itself through simplicity and just there for the eyes of the beholder to admire.

“Yuno! I captured birds!” I looked at Chaewon who appeared with a toothy grin on her face.

“Capture in what sense?” I questioned her as I knew that radish girl means something else.

Without hesitation — a little cage inside a blue jay chirping like the poor bird was curiously looking around asking itself what the cage was and for Chaewon, literally captured a bird… not a photo.

The little black pupils of the board looked at mine and all of a sudden

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I woke up in a much different place — so long are the vivid scenery of the lush green valley, no more the marvelous sun that gives the world worth and gold hues that freckles around the beauty of nature. My eyes were now staring in those white, pale, and soulless tiles that divided me from the world that I knew.

I woke up in a reality that is painful to swallow, a reality where pain and self doubt exists, not all rainbow and sunshine. I wish to go back to that wonderful paradise but my past leads me to where I am right now. It's confusing to know what is right and wrong in the modern times… oppression and pressure really kills my mind, who I used to know as a mind that was productive and eager.

My physical body is inside this white box, containing not only my body, but also my mind, the freedom, the smile I used to give — deprived from living with the reality I once enjoyed.

Exhausted…

Tired…

Confused…

The door to my isolation room buzzed and my eyes followed the sound, lazily as I saw a man in a suit walking to me… his intentions clear… a desire of greediness was evident in sight — my fist tightened…

Body restraining

Arms shaking

Looking at him with intensity

Teeth gritting

“LET ME OUT OF HERE!!!” I shouted from the deepest part of my chest, motivated with anger and desperation. With fire in my eyes, my effort was in vain as the person released a mini chuckle and simply grabbed a chair and put it in front of me.

“Hahahaha, good one Yuno. It’s been months since you told me about that joke.” The man said with a smirk and ruffled my overgrown hair.

“What the fuck do you want Seung-il?” I growled and spat directed to his hand — the maniac he is, the man just watched my spit on his hand and laughed uncontrollably with all might.

Seung-il, a man from Anyang whose specialty was to hunt people like me… a special kind that was tracked since birth but was restricted until that dreadful day.

“Oh you know what I want, Yuno” Seung-il then proceeded to take my camera — the precious camera that Chaewon once held with a smile… a camera that symbolizes the moments of freedom, peace, and the life that I was longing for — a life with the girl I loved.

“Where’s Kim Chaewon?” Seung-il asked while looking through the photos in the camera.

“Heh,” I grimaced and looked at him dead in the eyes.

“Torture me… Shock me.. But you will never get your hands on her,” My voice snarks with venom.

He chuckled at me and put down the camera on the table before hitting my head, body, and leg… my helpless body that is getting bruised that was actioned by a man that has a dark objective. Seung-il then grabbed my collar closer to him.

“Let’s play your game. I wonder how long you will endure the pain of being alone, punched, and being miserable.” Seung-il then threw an uppercut that made me lose my conscience a little after contact

“Keep it up, Yuno” He pats my cheeks and simply walks away from me and exits the room. My glare stood still like my eyes will shoot lasers anytime

Say “Cheese!”

A short series: From a peaceful life to something strange in the present. The longing of having happiness is tempting, but will risking someone be worth it? Here's a story of love that once shared the light but is now going through the darkness.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

1. Please don’t invite me to group rps because I only do 1x1 and please do not have your first message be a rp starter.

2. I am semi-lit to literate, but I do try to match my partners’ literacy. I write in third person. I will admit that I am a bit rusty as it’s been a while since I’ve role-played, but I’m sure I’ll get back into the swing of things.

3. I am okay with OC’s as long as the OC has a decent amount of info and only for BxB and GxG rps.

4. I may forget to respond or be busy and I might need a reminder so feel free to double text.

5. The genres I enjoy are romance, friendship, drama, horror, Historical, and Slice Of Life. I am okay with other genres as I can be fairly lenient.

6. I don’t have any preference regarding characters or ships. My lists are in no particular order.

7. I am a sucker for rare pairings so I might be listing some.

8. I do enjoy platonic and romantic pairings so I will be including ships from both categories.

9. I’m not entertaining any negativity so don’t bother with judgement.

-Muses-

-Marc Anciel

-Nathaniel Kurtzberg

-Adrien Agreste

-Luka Couffaine

-Lê Chiến Kim

-Le Gorilla

-Plagg

-Marinette Dupain-Cheng

-Kagami Tsurugi

-Lila Rossi

-Chloe Bourgeois

-Sabrina Raincomprix

-Nathalie Sancoeur

-Tikki

Ships

-Nathaniel x Marc

-Luka x Felix

-Luka x Adrien

-Luka x Marc

-Adrien x Marc

-Kim x Max

-Sabrina x Zoe

-Marinette x Adrien

-Marinette x Luka

-Kagami x Felix

-Kagami x Luka

-Chloe x Felix

-Alya x Nino

-Chloe x Luka

-Nathalie x Gabriel

Platonic ships

-Adrien & Nathalie

-Adrien & Gorilla

-Adrien & Plagg

-Adrien & Felix

-Kim & Alix

-Nino & Marinette

-Adrien & Alya

-Marinette & Alya

-Nino & Adrien

I write only third person, detail, 15-25+ lines which is 1-2 whole paragraphs for both characters(or will match what you give me as best as I can). and no smut until lots of build up and chemistry etc.

1. Please don’t invite me to group rps because I only do 1x1 and please do not have your first message be a rp starter.

2. I am semi-lit to literate, but I do try to match my partners’ literacy. I write in third person. I will admit that I am a bit rusty as it’s been a while since I’ve role-played, but I’m sure I’ll get back into the swing of things.

3. I am okay with OC’s as long as the OC has a decent amount of info and only for BxB and GxG rps.

4. I may forget to respond or be busy and I might need a reminder so feel free to double text.

5. The genres I enjoy are romance, friendship, drama, horror, Historical, and Slice Of Life. I am okay with other genres as I can be fairly lenient.

6. I don’t have any preference regarding characters or ships. My lists are in no particular order

7. I am a sucker for rare pairings ships so I’m definitely listing some.

8. I do enjoy platonic and romantic pairings so I will be including ships from each category.

9. . I’m not entertaining any negativity so don’t bother with judgement.

Muses

-Haruhi Fujioka

-Kaoru Hitachiin

-Hikaru Hitachiin

-Tamaki Suoh

-Takashi Morinozuka

-Mitsukuni “Honey” Haninozuka

Ships

-Kaoru Hitachiin x Kyoya Ootori

-Kaoru Hitachiin x Takashi Morinozuka

-Hikaru Hitachiin x Tamaki Suoh

-Hikaru Hitachiin x Takashi Morinozuka

-Tamaki Suoh x Takashi Morinozuka

-Tamaki Suoh x Kaoru Hitachiin

I write only third person, detail, 15-25+ lines which is 1-2 whole paragraphs for both characters or will match what you give me as best as I can). and no smut until lots of build up and chemistry etc.

pairing: tyriq withers x black!fem!y/n

synopsis: tyriq pulls y/n back into old habits while her boyfriend sleeps upstairs.

inspired by will he by joji. y’all know i love writing toxic shit so here’s some more. please like and comment if you can :) you don’t have to though, this is just a hobby for me! :)))) loveee youuu 🌺 also @honeyforbey inspired me to publish these. check her out :)

she slipped out the back door after malachi had fallen asleep. the house was quiet.

their dinner date earlier had been sweet. he cooked for her, rubbed her feet while they watched a movie then held her close in bed like he always did but her phone had buzzed on the nightstand, and she knew who it was before she even looked.

“come outside.”

tyriq.

of course it was him.

she stood at the window for a long minute. watching him lean against his black car in the driveway. all black clothes, hood up, eyes on the house like he could see straight through the walls.

years of screaming fights in parking lots, blocking numbers then unblocking the same night, makeup sex that left bruises and tears.

they were fire and gasoline.

everybody said they would either get married or kill each other.

she finally walked away when he did too much.

he never accepted it.

she grabbed malachi’s oversized hoodie on the way out.

the second tyriq saw her in it, his jaw tightened.

“you wearing his shit now?” he asked low as she stepped closer.

she crossed her arms, rain already soaking her hair.

“he got you playing house?”

tyriq pushed off the car and closed the distance fast. his eyes were exhausted, desperate under all that anger. he looked like he hadn’t slept in days.

she should have turned around right then.

instead she let him grab her arm, pull her toward the side of the house.

“you forgot about me already?” he whispered backing her against the brick wall. “just like that? after everything we went through?”

“i didn’t forget shit,” she shot back, voice shaking. “you ruined everything, tyriq. every time i tried to breathe, you sucked the air out.”

he laughed but it sounded broken.

“malachi touches you better? he fuck you like i do?”

“at least he stays.”

that made him mad asf.

he grabbed her face and kissed her like he was starving like if he stopped she would vanish forever.

she kissed him back.

they both froze when a car drove past on the street.

malachi was right upstairs.

the thought made her heart sink but it didn’t stop her legs from wrapping around tyriq when he lifted her.

he carried her the few steps to his car, opened the back door and pushed her inside without breaking the kiss.

“you always come back,” he muttered against her neck, biting down hard enough to make her gasp.

his hands shoved malachi’s hoodie up and over her head, tossing it aside like it burned him. he hated seeing her in it.

good.

she wanted him to hurt the way she had hurt for months.

“shut up,” she whispered.

her fingers pulled at his belt, desperate now. the car felt too small, too risky. every little sound made her panic. the creak of the seat, their heavy breathing.

tyriq moaned when she took out his dick, it was already leaking for her.

“please, baby,” he pleaded low, guiding her hand to stroke him. “i need you. fuck, i missed this pussy so much.”

she should have stopped.

instead she let him pull her panties to the side, fingers sliding through her folds to find her soaked.

he groaned again, louder this time, putting 3 fingers inside her.

she put her hand over her mouth, her eyes were wide.

“quiet,” he hissed but her hips rocked against his hand anyway.

he licked her neck then pushed her back against the seat. his mouth found her tit, sucking hard while he fingered her deeper.

the sounds were nasty. she tried to hide her soft whimpers.

he pulled his fingers out and only pushed the head of his dick in.

“you let him sleep on my side?” he asked. “bet he don’t know how you like it rough.”

“don’t talk about him,” she snapped but the words turned into a moan when he thrust in halfway.

he stretched her so good. it hurted so damn good.

tyriq buried his face in her neck, moaning her name like a prayer as he sank deeper.

“fuck. so tight. still mine.”

they moved fast at first.

the car rocked a little and she panicked, grabbing his shoulders.

“slow down,” she begged in a whisper. “he’s gonna hear.”

“then let him,” tyriq growled but he slowed, grinding deep instead of pounding. he kept one hand over her mouth when she got too loud, the other gripping her thigh hard enough to leave marks.

he kissed her through it, messy and desperate, whispering filth between breaths.

“go wake him up then. lemme see if he can make you sound like this. you always come back to me, baby. always.”

she cried against his palm.

her nails dug into his back as she came hard, pussy clenching around his dick.

tyriq followed right after, moaning her name brokenly as he came inside her.

he didn’t pull out right away.

just stayed there, buried deep, trembling.

it was still raining. malachi was probably still asleep upstairs, clueless. tyriq finally pulled back, eyes searching her face.

“come with me,” he said, voice cracking. “leave this shit. we can fix it. i know we can.”

she shook her head, already fixing her clothes with shaky hands.

tears rolled down her cheeks.

“i can’t keep doing this, tyriq.”

he watched her pull malachi’s hoodie back on. his looked like he wanted to argue but the fight had drained out of him for tonight.

he looked destroyed.

exhausted.

still desperate.

“you will though,” he said quietly as she opened the car door. “next week, same text. come outside. and you’ll come.”

she didn’t answer.

just slipped back into the house, legs weak, his cum still leaking down her thigh.

malachi was still sleeping peacefully when she crawled into bed beside him.

she curled up beside him knowing tyriq was right.

the cycle wasn’t done with them yet. it never was.