#but the body you imagined to love doesn’t exist anymore

[ihave-atummyache]

pleasure doesn’t exist without pain

OT8 Imagine

summary: the boys find out a secret about reader that they weren’t expecting.

NSFW (asf)

9.2k ish words

this was the request i just made a post abt (:

in’s was super indulgent and based off this very specific clip from his live bc it had my eye twitching and i almost burst into tears!

https://x.com/afterglowhjs/status/1751074353603653860?s=46&t=pAqDLKEEBzfhkcnjJvRafQ

Bang Chan:

Sex between you and Chan is so soft, so loving, so tender, so perfect. He always makes sure you cum, sometimes (most times), more than once. He gives you the most amazing head of your life and then proceeds to fuck you until you're cumming every time.

But if its so perfect why do you want to ask him to be rougher? Why do you want him to make you cry? Why do you want him to absolutely break you?

These questions have been buzzing around your head for the past few weeks and you feel slightly guilty. Your perfect and amazing boyfriend wouldn't dream of hurting you in anyway and you know this. That being said, it’s also what makes it more appealing. You feel safe with him and know that he would never do something to intentionally hurt you unless you want him to.

You tried to make his animalistic side come out on its own. You thought your best bet was to try to provoke him. You thought if you were able to piss him off that he would fuck you into the mattress, using you like some kind of sex toy but you weren't so lucky.

Your boyfriend is too perfect, too sweet. He is an angel and if he feels even the slightest bit of animosity or frustration towards you, he quickly voices how he feels and forces you to work it out. Then, without fail, he proceeds to make love to you.

But you don't always want to make love. Sometimes you just want to be fucked like a slut and tossed around. Chan definitely has the capability but he doesn't put those perfect muscles to use in the bedroom.

"Chris?" You yell out from the bedroom. You're dressed in one of his t-shirts and his favorite pair of underwear. It was just a light pink thong with lace and flower petals but you’ve always noticed how he especially admires this pair. Even when you're doing laundry, if you have this pair of panties in your hand, he stops what he's doing to watch you fold them.

"Yes?" He calls back to you and you sit back against the headboard, letting one of your legs fall of the edge of the bed, exposing your cunt to him for when he walks into the room.

"Come here," You call back and you hear him get up instantly, and then footsteps making their way towards you. You bite down on your lip when he pushes the door open. His eyes immediately drop to between your legs before they dart back up to your own eyes.

"Y-yes?"

"Are you busy?" you prompt, your hand absentmindedly twirling your hair. He gulps from his place at the door and takes a few steps before he's kneeling on the bed, his body between your legs.

"Not anymore," he replies and leans forward, pressing his lips to yours. You immediately push your tongue into his mouth and he groans against you, leaning forward and pressing his thigh against your core. A shaky breath leaves your mouth at the contact and he takes advantage of the opportunity and quickly switches to being dominant in the kiss.

His hand trails to between your legs and presses against your soaked cunt. You mindlessly grind against his hand, desperate for something to alleviate the pressure of your desperation.

"I love these on you," he speaks against your lips before he does something unexpected. His teeth catch your bottom lip and he pulls lightly. You instantly whimper and grind down into his hand more at the slight sting. It isn't nearly as much as you want but it's definitely a start.

"I love when you get all needy like this, baby. My sweet girl," his voice is gravelly, accent thick and his fingers dip into your core to find you already soaking wet and stretched out. He pulls back and raises his eyebrows at you.

"Oh?" he prompts and you look away, bashfully.

"Was thinking about you but I didn't want to interrupt you so I tried to do it myself but it wasn't good enough," you confess to having just played with yourself moments before he walked into the door and he chuckles.

"I'm never too busy for you, sweet girl," he pops his fingers into his mouth and sucks your essence from them before grabbing your panties and dragging them down your thighs. He wastes no time and immediately plunges into your warm cunt. He feels instantly intoxicated by you and starts fucking into you, dropping to his elbows on either side of your head.

"H-harder," you whimper out and his breath fans across your face while he studies your expression.

"Harder? If I go any harder then I'll hurt you," he replies and you shake your head at his excuse, finally reaching your breaking point.

"That's what I want. Hurt me. Use me. Treat me like a sex toy, Channie. I'm all yours," you confess and he halts for a moment, studying your expression and you just put on your best puppy dog eyes, trying to convince him.

"What if you can't walk tomorrow?" he asks, a mischievous smirk on his face.

"Even better," you reply and thats all it takes. Chan leans back on his heels and presses into you as deep as he can before pulling out, just leaving the tip in and slamming into you again. You scream out at the feeling and he does something even more unexpected.

He places his hand over your mouth then uses his pointer finger and thumb to close your nose, making you actually not be able to breathe. He does it so perfectly, like something he's done before and the lack of oxygen makes a thought suddenly dawn on you.

Has he had this side of him hidden inside of him this entire time but he didn't want to hurt you?

And you were right on the money. Your boyfriend views you as precious china, an antique doll that he doesn't want to break. Instead, he tried to keep his dominant, rough side hidden to avoid hurting you.

Your eyes start to roll back into your head and Chan moves his hand, making you gasp for air.

"If you're just a desperate pain slut, then I can treat you like one. Is that what you want? You want to be daddy's good little slut?" he asks and you moan, clenching around him. He has never refered to himself in such a manner and the complete 180 from your usual angelic and sweet boyfriend has your head reeling.

"Y-yes, daddy. I'll be a good girl for you," you promise and he pulls out before grabbing your hips and flipping you to your stomach, not even giving you time to scramble to your knees. He pushes back into you and wraps an arm under your hips. His other hand finds the back of your neck and he pushes your upper body into the mattress before drilling into you. The position has you flat on your stomach besides his arm beneath your hips and you’re completely and your boyfriend’s mercy, pinned to the bed below him.

"Who's making you feel this good, baby?" he suddenly groans out and you feel your arousal dripping onto the bed. His hand makes contact with your ass and you jolt at the contact before clenching around him again.

"Don't tell me I already fucked you dumb? I'm just getting started, sweet girl,"

Lee Know:

"You're the worst," you grumble out and cross your arms over your chest, making your best friend laugh at you again.

"It's not my fault you suck at everything," Minho teases and you gasp in fake shock and gently slap his arm. You sit down in a chair that had been set up next to the fire pit, your back to your failed attempt at pitching a tent and your best friend.

"I don't suck at everything. How was I just supposed to know how to pitch a tent?!" You grumble and let yourself slouch down in the seat, resting the back of your head on the back of the seat.

"I thought it was common sense. It isn't that hard, princess," he teases you and you roll your eyes at him, "Weren't you a girl scout or something?" he adds on and you let out a chuckle.

"I was a girl scout for one year and the only thing I remember doing is selling cookies. We did not do what boy scouts did at all," you joke and he laughs.

"I can light a fire though," you add on and a smile graces Minho's face. The sun was beginning to set and the way the orange hues from the sky were hitting his face and chocolate eyes was enough to make your breath catch in your throat.

He really is so incredibly good looking. You can't help having some reservation with pursuing anything since you are best friends and he's never done anything to imply that he is as into you as you are into him.

"Looks like you have a new task now, princess," he nods his head towards the fire pit in front of you and you walk over to grab a piece of fire wood. You ruffle Minho's hair, knocking him off balance and making him fall over into the dirt.

"Hey!" He complains and grabs at you but you're quick to dodge his hands.

"Stop calling me that, then," you give a sarcastic smile and he narrows his eyes at you before you turn your back to him and grab two pieces of the fire logs and making your way back over to the fire pit.

You place the logs down into the dirt and grab a fire starter block and a lighter before setting it on fire and leaning forward to put it on the fire. Your hair falls from behind your shoulder but Minho's hand quickly grabs it, making a makeshift ponytail at the back of your head.

You jump slightly at his touch, not realizing that he had made his way over to you.

"Shit! You scared me," you exclaim and turn your attention back to the fire to avoid Minho's gaze on you.

"Does this even count as knowing how to start a fire? You just used a lighter," he raises an eyebrow to you and you shrug.

"Tomayto, tomato. The fire is started, isn't it?" You ask and face him again and he chuckles, his hand still tangled into your hair.

"Yeah and yet you still somehow almost managed to set yourself on fire. If I wasn't here, who would take care of you, princess?" he teases and you scrunch your nose up for a second before turning and blowing on the fire a few times to try to make the flame larger.

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be here in the first place. And stop calling me princess. I know what I'm doing!" you try to defend yourself and Minho's grip in your hair tightens, pulling you back to look him in his eyes.

It would have been a relatively innocent action if it weren't for the groan that escaped your throat the instant he pulled your hair slightly. Before you can even process the noise that just left your mouth, your eyes are locked on his. He wears a look of pure surprise on his face and your eyes grow wide as a blush makes its way up your neck.

"I um. I- uh. I just-"

"Did you like that?" Minho's question intterupts your poor attempt of trying to come up with an excuse for your reaction to him pulling your hair. You stare blankly at him as his face drops to an almost stoic one, void of much emotion.

"Answer me, princess," the words leave his mouth as his grip in your hair tightens. The nickname seems to have gained a new meaning and your bottom lip makes it way between your teeth as you fight to keep your eyes open.

"Y-yes," you stutter out and a tiny smirk makes its way to his face before he raises a perfect eyebrow at you. He shakes his head, tsk'ing at you, a fake pout on his lips.

"What a shame. Who would've known that someone with such an innocent face had such a dirty side. Turns out you're a little pain slut. Is that right, princess?" he instigates you and your jaw goes slack at the tension that has suddenly fallen between the two of you. You let your eyes drop, focusing on the hem of his sweat shirt instead.

His hand wraps tighter into your hair and he pulls, forcing you to turn your head up and lock eyes with him once again. He's still standing over you while you sit on your knees. Warmth from the fire begins to cover the side of your face mixing with your blush and making you even hotter.

"I told you to answer me when I talk to you. Is it that hard of a concept to comprehend?" His tone has suddenly changed and you quickly shake your head to which he tightens his grip in your hair more, making tears spring to your eyes.

"Use your words." This sentence comes out like a command more than a suggestion and you can't help but to immediately obey him. Something about him just makes it impossible to not submit to him.

"Yes sir. That's right," you can't help how whiny and pathetic you sound. The position he has you in has you sinking into your subspace quickly.

"Pathetic."

The word bounces around your foggy brain and more tears fill your eyes at the degradation and pain of his grip in your hair before a tear forces its way out and down your cheek. Much to your surprise, Minho leans forward and licks the salty liquid from your cheek.

"You're in luck. You like pain, and I think you look so pretty when you cry. I think this will work out great for the both of us," he whispers out before leaning forward and pressing his lips to yours in a hungry, desperate, and long awaited kiss.

Changbin:

You just had to be at the studio. Changbin just had to get a little too carried away, not even noticing or simply just not caring about his actions towards you.

He had just slapped your ass, completely absentmindedly. Nobody else in the room but you two, thank God, or else anyone else would've been able to read you like a book. You have been harboring the fattest crush on Changbin for the longest time but you're just friends.

You weren't even necessarily closer to Changbin than any of the other boys but you often found yourselves alone together. The first time you ever hung out just the two of you, the crush developed in your chest and you have been down terribly bad ever since.

He pulls the headphones back onto his head and you stay in your spot, leaned over the desk. He was showing you a part of a song that he had been working on for the past thirty minutes and finally made it sound the way he wanted. You told him it sounded good and he said thank you while gently patting your backside.

It would've been an otherwise innocent gesture if A) you didn't have a massive crush on him and had been soaking wet since you got alone with him, B) you didn't notice how big his hand felt against your ass, and C) you weren't the biggest pain slut in the world.

He didn't even hit you hard enough to hurt but the action itself was enough to remind you that he could. It was enough to make you imagine how his hands would feel.

"Binnie?" You speak up and look down at him, his gaze is focused on his screen and his headphones are on his ears but he still senses you looking at him. He quickly pauses the music and pulls the headphones down around his neck.

"You need something?" He asks and you clear your throat before speaking up, trying not to sound as pitiful as you feel.

"Do you have a water bottle?" You ask and he shakes his head and reaches into his pocket, pulling out his wallet.

"No. Here go to the vending machine though. Bring one back," he hands his wallet to you and you take it from him.

"Yes sir," you reply and walk out of the room towards the vending machine. You fail to notice the way Changbin's breath hitches in his throat at the comment.

You get to the vending machine and open his wallet, putting two dollars in and getting the water bottles. When you go to close the wallet, something falls out.

"Shit," you bend down to pick it up and freeze right before your hand grabs the wrapper on the ground. A condom. Not just any condom, you would notice that gold wrapper anywhere. A magnum.

You gulp and grab the condom, stuffing it back into his wallet. You can't stop your brain from going to the worst route it could pick for you in your state and you start imagining Changbin's cock. A magnum? He's big enough for a magnum? The thought alone has you biting down on your lip and letting your mind wander as you make your way back to the studio.

"Here," you speak up. Changbin's back is to his computer now and his headphones are off while he's typing on his phone, facing the couch you have been sitting on for most of the night.

He looks up and hold his hand out as you toss the water bottle to him and then his wallet. He catches both with ease, hot.

You feel your face heat up and quickly open the water bottle, taking a few gulps.

"You okay, pretty? You look a bit flushed," His eyebrows drop and your heart speeds up at the nickname and the question. He always calls you flirty little nicknames, most of the boys do, but right now it was too much for you to disregard or tease about as your face gets even hotter.

"Y-yeah. Just a little bit warm," you confess. You clear your throat again but your eyes stay locked on Changbin's.

"I have a question," he suddenly speaks out and looks down at his phone again, breaking eye contact. You appears to be typing on his phone again.

"Okay," you reply, anxiety bubbling in your stomach.

"Did you like it when I spanked you?" His words catch you off guard and you choke on air, coughing a few times and reaching for your water.

"W-what?" you stutter and take a gulp of your water, soothing the burn in your throat. He puts his phone back down and looks up at you again.

"Lix told me something about you the other day and I was testing a theory," he replies and stands, making his way over to you. He kneels in front of you, pushes your thighs open, resting his hand on either one of your knees.

He reaches forward and rubs a thumb up where your cunt is dripping and you inhale a sharp breath at the contact. He nods in approval before standing back up and leaning over you, making you lean back on the couch. His arms are on either side of your head and you can't stop your gaze from observing his perfect biceps and chest right in your face.

"Look at me," he commands and you immediately obey, turning your face to lock eyes with him.

"You're pretty. I'm never joking when I tell you that or call you pretty. I would love to see you ruined under me," he suddenly speaks and your mouth drops open in shock at his words.

"Then ruin me. I know what Felix told you. It's true. I do want you and yes I used to have a dominant," you confess. You already know what Felix told him since you had just recently confessed this to him when you had been drinking too much.

"What do you like?"

"I like pain. I like to cry," you confess, your voice low as he leans in closer to you. His arms flex as he puts more weight on them and you can't help thinking about how easy it probably is for him to just toss you around like a ragdoll.

His hand trails down your body until he reaches the top of your shorts and he stops. He pulls his hand back slightly before landing a slap to your soaking pussy. A moan leaves your throat and your head falls back against the back of the couch. He hand settles on your thigh, preventing you from letting your legs close.

"You want me to use you, pretty? Use you until your body is spent? Use you until the only thing on your mind is my name?" His lips brush against yours when he speaks and you have to stop yourself from moaning at his words. That's exactly what you want.

You lean forward and bite gently on his plump lower lip, "I want you to use me until we get a noise complaint," you speak up and he closes the distance, pressing his lips to yours.

Hyunjin:

"You want to play a card game?" You suggest to Hyunjin and he nods eagerly. Everyone else had turned in for the night but you and Hyunjin were still having a good time and weren't ready for bed yet.

"Do you have any here or do we have to go to my house?" you joke and he stands and opens a cabinet, where there were many stacks of board games but only a normal deck of cards.

"I have regular cards but that's it," he replies and you stand, grabbing your sweater and slipping it on then grabbing your keys.

"Looks like we're going on a field trip. I have a bottle of wine if you want to help me drink it too," you suggest and Hyunjin smiles, pulling his own hoodie on and you both slip your shoes on before walking out the building and making your way to your house. It was only about a five minute walk so you often would just walk between the two houses.

This is the first time you and Hyunjin have been alone together in a while. Well at least since you accidentally hooked up...

How does one accidentally hook up with someone, you ask? Well, a big group of both your and his friends and the boys' friends went and stayed at the beach in a beach house a few months ago.

Because there was a few more people than there were beds so some of you had to double up in a bed. You were at the store with one of your friends when they made the sleeping arrangements and somehow you ended up getting partnered in the bed with Hyunjin.

You didn't think you were attracted to Hyunjin in that way until you were faced with him at night. Sure, he's a handsome dude and everyone knows it but you didn't realize just how handsome he was until you were laying in a bed with him.

It was the last day of the vacation and you had just settled into bed, scrolling on your phone when Hyunjin came out of the ensuite bathroom, just sweatpants and obviously no underwear. His dick print was basically screaming at you and it took everything in your power to not look.

He had water droplets all over his chest and torso, his hair still dripping from the shower and you just asked him if you could fuck. Straight forward, like you always were and he agreed. He was, of course, a sex god and sent you to another realm.

The part that made it bad was the fact that everyone in the house heard you two banging and constantly brought it up, which kind of drove a wedge between you two. You drifted slightly apart after that because of your friends' constant teasing and you're hanging out again because everyone has finally decided to let it go.

You punch in your code and walk in, locking the door behind you and tell Hyunjin to go sit down on the couch, which he does. You go to your closet and grab all your card games that you have collected over the years and carry them to the living room before sitting on the floor on the other side of the coffee table. Hyunjin melts off the couch and settles onto the floor across the coffee table from you.

"Which one, Jinnie?" you ask as you start to take all the card games out of the container that they're in. Most of them are drinking games and he mindlessly looks at all of them before you stand.

"Okay, you pick and I'll go get the wine," You suggest and walk out of the room. When you come back with the bottle of wine and two glasses, he had picked some random game and you two started playing.

A while later, the wine glasses are completely forgotten about and you're both just taking turns taking swigs straight from the bottle.

"I wanna play something else," Hyunjin suggests and looks over at the games again. A black and pink box catches his interest and he grabs it, placing it on the table while you finish cleaning up your previous game.

"What's this one?" He inquires and you chuckle as you put the other box back in the container and open the new one. 

"It's like a super raunchy truth or drink," you explain and pull out the first card.

"Have you ever had sex with a friend's partner and not told them?" You ask and Hyunjin's eyes grow wide as he immediately shakes his head.

"I would never!! That's so fucked up!" He exclaims and you burst out laughing at his reaction.

"Okay, okay, Prince Charming. Your turn," you push the box towards him. He wiggles his fingers above the cards before picking one and pulling it out.

"Have you ever had a partner refuse to indulge in one of your kinks?" His brows furrow as he reads the card and you sigh before nodding.

"God, yeah. All the time," you roll your eyes and reach for the wine bottle, wrapping your hands around the neck and bringing it to your lips.

"Really? What was it?" Hyunjin's voice is suddenly extremely curious and you chuckle at his enthusiasm.

"Um... a few different ones actually. I found out I'm into some really interesting stuff in my years of being sexually active," you joke and put the wine bottle back down and Hyunjin's hand wraps around yours on the neck of the bottle.

"Tell me," he insists and you chuckle again before glancing up at the ceiling.

"Um, the one that most people aren't into is masochism," You reply and his eyebrows furrow again.

"What is that?" He asks, his head tilting cutely to the side.

"I like to be in physical pain, sexually. Sometimes if something hurts me, it'll turn me on. Like I accidentally burned myself the other day and then I had to go get myself off because it turned me on so much. I've always been curious about wax play because heat always turns me on for some reason. Gettting burnt and stuff? Ugh. It just hurts so good," you ramble and the more words that leave your mouth, the harder Hyunjin finds himself getting.

"I'll help you," he suddenly suggests, the wine and few shots from earlier talking for him. You immediately snap your mouth shut and lick your lips.

"Hyunjin..." you start but he shakes his head, stopping you from speaking anymore.

"Hearing you say all that has turned me on so much. I just imagined your face covered in tears and you begging me to stop. I imagined all the marks left on your body afterwards and... I'm so hard right now, y/n. Plus, we've already fucked. We don't have to get past that awkwardness," he suggests and you bite down on your lip again, pressing your thighs together.

"Are you sure?" you ask quietly and he immediately nods, standing from his spot and grabbing the top of your arm, pulling you up with him. You follow along as he guides you to your room. Honestly, he's right. You already trust him and you know he wouldn't hurt you intentionally so why not?

"Hyunjin, we don't have to if you don't want to. I mean it," you try to speak again and Hyunjin turns quickly, placing his hand over your mouth and pushing you against the wall. Your body slams against the wall, making a moan reverberate through your chest.

"Stop talking. For the rest of the night, you will ask for permission before you do anything. Ask permission before you talk, ask permission before you move, ask permission before you cum. Do I make myself clear?" His tone is dripping with authority and his eyes are dark, in a way that you have never seen them.

"Crystal," you reply when he moves his hand and he gently strokes the top of your head.

"Good girl," then his lips are on yours.

Han:

"I mean he's so perfect. Like everything about him is perfect. I mean it!" you insist on video call with your friend while you put on makeup. You had came over to Han's for a date and decided to do your makeup here instead. He left the room a while ago to go work on some stuff with one of his roommates in their room so you called your friend to keep you company.

"How the penis-ing?" she asks and you burst out laughing, letting your head fall back.

"Penis-ing? The sex is so good. He's so gentle and it feels like it's like... all about me y'know? It's...nice," you bite down on your lip. Your best friend can read you like a book and she also knows all your deepest, darkest, kinkiest secrets so she already knows what you're thinking before you can say it.

"Not rough enough?" she asks, her voice going a bit quieter and you let out a sigh before leaning back in to finish your eyeliner.

"Talk to him maybe? He is so sweet. Maybe he doesn't want to hurt you, y'know? You said it's all about you so that's nice," she tries to give you advice and you look down at her again.

"Don't get me wrong! I do love it! But sometimes like... I just want to get used like a sex toy, y'know. He's so like muscle-y and he is like genuinely scarily strong. I know he could just toss me around if he really wanted to. Do you know what I'm saying?" you squint at her and she gags at the comment.

"The thought of you having sex genuinely grosses me out, I hope you know that," she replies and you roll your eyes at her before continuing your thoughts.

"How do I even bring that up? 'Hey, Hannie. I love how you have sex with me but I was wondering if maybe you could use your pretty hands and slap me around a little bit? Can you use your big muscles to throw me around? Oh and make sure to leave marks that don't go away for weeks! That's my favorite!' like I sound like a perv," you groan and she laughs, obviously amused at your predicament.

"Honestly, fuck it. Yeah say it just like that. He knows you're an idiot already so that won't surprise him," she shrugs and you flip her off and then there's a knock at the door before Jisung enters.

"Hi, jagi," his voice is soft when he enters and you grab your phone, turning your best friend to face your boyfriend.

"Hi, Jisung! I have a question. Can you fuck y/n like a sl-"

"OKAY! BYE LOVE YOU!" You yell out, quickly and hang up the call.

"What did she say?" Jisung asks with a chuckle and sits behind you on the floor, resting his head on your shoulder and looking at you through the mirror.

"N-nothing," you feel the blush rise up your neck and it doesn't help when he presses a kiss to the reddening skin.

“You’re so pretty,” his voice is muffled as he nuzzles his head into the side of your neck, making you giggle, his breath and eyelashes tickling your skin.

“You’re prettier,” you reply, almost like a reflex. You genuinely believe that he is the prettiest person in the world, even when he doesn’t think he is.

“You love me so bad,” he replies and rests his chin on your shoulder to look at you through the mirror again. You let out a sigh and nod.

“Unfortunately, that is true. But you love me worse,” you raise an eyebrow at him and he rolls his eyes at you and wraps his arms around you waist. Your eyes dart down to his hands that are playing with your shirt absentmindedly. Those same pretty hands that you want to slap you and choke you.

“You really think my hands are pretty?” He asks and you nod before you freeze. How did he know you thought his hands were pretty? Did you just speak out loud?

“Did I say what I was thinking out loud just now?” You suddenly ask and your eyebrows drop to a furrow and he chuckles, shaking his head.

“It’s nice to know you think about my hands that much, though,” he winks at you through the mirror and you roll your eyes. You put your lip gloss on before leaning back into your boyfriend, resting the back of your head against his chest and looking at the two of you in the mirror.

You quickly pull out your phone, snapping a picture of the two of you in the mirror before tossing it onto the floor again.

“You love the way I have sex with you but you want me to use my pretty hands to slap you around a little bit? You want me to use my muscles to toss you around and you want me to leave marks every where that don’t go away for weeks. Is that right?” He asks, completely nonchalantly but your eyes grow wider with every statement he adds onto his sentence.

“Y-you- I- I- um,” you start to stutter out and a mischievous smirk covers his face. You start to sit up but his grip around your waist tightens, keeping you in place. The way he so easily overpowers you really puts into perspective just how strong he actually is. Just how much stronger he is than you.

“You could’ve told me that, my love. I will fulfill every single one of your wishes until the day I die,” he speaks into your ear, his eyes still locked with yours in the mirror. His hands move to the top of you shorts and hook into them before pushing them down your thighs and letting you take them off the rest of the way by yourself.

He places his hands on either one of your knees and pushes them open, exposing yourself to not only him, but to you as well. You get a clear view of your dripping pussy in the mirror in front of you. He gently drags his nails up and down your thigh and you let out a shaky breath every time he gets closer to your core. You can see your cunt clenching around nothing, desperate for his touch and you quickly turn your head, looking away in embarrassment.

“I didn’t tell you to look away,” Jisung grabs your chin and turns your head harshly to look at yourself in the mirror. He finally lets his other hand inch down and he dips one finger into your begging pussy, making your eyes fall shut.

A sharp sting and slapping noise make you snap your eyes open.

“I don’t like to repeat myself,” his gaze locks with yours and you look at yourself, a red mark already forming on your cheek before your eyes make their way back to your dripping cunt wrapped around your boyfriend’s finger.

“Clenching around me so hard when I hurt you. Such a good an obedient pussy. Too bad it’s attached to such a disobedient girl,” he bites on the spot where your neck meets your shoulder and you let out a groan as he sinks another finger into you.

Felix:

“I mean it’s common for a lot of women to not cum with men. I mean most men don’t really know what they’re doing and they’re just trying to get a quick nut, y’know?” you explain and stir the pot, your back to Felix.

“Really? If the girl isn’t cumming, then what’s the point of even having sex? That’s so selfish of the man,” he replies and you chuckle.

“So you’re telling me that every girl you have ever slept with has came?” you inquire and look over your shoulder at your friend, scrolling on his phone while he waits on you to be done with dinner.

“As far as I know. I know its easy for girls to fake it though. I like to think I’m pretty talented. I have a great tongue,” he teases and you chuckle and turn your attention back to the pot in front of you.

He gives good head? God, what you wouldn’t give to experience that first hand… the thought of Felix touching you in any kind of sexual way has you dripping into your panties beyond belief.

“It’s more fun if everyone cums. Oh! That was good. I should put that in a song,” he trails off and you chuckle at the statement.

“I think Chan would be highly against that as a lyric,” you counter and reach across the stove, turning the top to simmer and grabbing two bowls to prepare the meal for you and Felix.

You grab the two filled bowls and sit across the table from him. He pours you a glass of juice before digging into the meal in front of him.

“So why do girls even have sex with men? I mean if it’s usually disappointing, then what’s the point?” He suddenly speaks up and you furrow your eyebrows for a second before shrugging and shaking your head.

“Honestly, I’m not even sure. I mean I do it, too. I think it’s kind of like that thought of ‘maybe finally he’ll know what he’s doing’ but in the end, it’s usually disappointing. Most men don’t even know where the clit is and if they do, they don’t really know what to do with it,” you explain and Felix let’s out a little sound of acknowledgment, nodding as he continues to eat.

“Has a man ever made you cum?” He suddenly asks and you shake your head, deciding to be honest with him.

“No. I mean, I have came during sex before but it was like… my job to get myself there. Does that make sense?” you ask, tilting your head to the side, which Felix can’t help but thinking is quite cute, despite the conversation.

“Like you had to touch yourself?” he asks and you nod, taking another bite.

“Thats pitiful. I would have been so embarrassed if I was him. Having to watch a girl get herself off when I’m literally right there?” He makes a disgusted face, like he was genuinely disgusted by the idea of you having to get yourself off while having sex with someone else.

“It is what it is. He used to-” you cut yourself off when you realize what you were about to say, a bit embarrassed that you were getting so comfortable around Felix.

“No. Now you have to tell me,” a smile makes its way to his face and you can’t help but mirror it before looking down at your bowl to avoid eye contact.

“He used to… fulfill one of my kinks so I let him stick around for a while. It was kind of like the lesser of two evils I guess?” you end the sentence in a question and look back up to Felix, his eyebrows raised at you.

“Can I know what the kink is? If you don’t want to tell me, you don’t have to,” you can tell he is genuinely curious but also doesn’t want to overstep.

“As long as you promise not judge me after you know,” you point your fork at him and he puts his hands up in surrender.

“Swear I won’t. I’m into weird shit,” he insists and you chuckle at him trying to make you more comfortable to tell him.

“Okay, if I tell you one of mine, you have to tell me one of yours. Deal?” you propose and he nods again. You sit your fork down and smirk a little at the memory of your ex who used to slap your pussy so well.

“I have a bit of a pain kink. He was able to give me that without it being weird. And the aftercare was so good, but he just never made me cum…” you place your chin in your hand and let your eyes wander around the room.

“I have a kink that goes hand in hand with that. I guess it’s dacryphilia? I like when my partner cries or gets teary eyed,” he says and you look over at him, his eyes already on you.

“It would appear we may be sexually compatible, y/n,” he jokes and you chuckle but you can’t help wondering again… what would his hands and tongue feel like all over you.

“Are you imagining us having sex right now? Or is it just me?” Felix’s voice pulls you from your thoughts and you tongue runs across your teeth as you nod in agreement.

“You’re not the only one,” you reply and he chuckles, leaning back in his chair to look at you better.

“I have an idea,” he suddenly speaks up, his voice impossibly deeper than before. You raise your eyebrows, prompting him to continue, as you lean on the table, folding your hands together.

“How about I make you cum so many times that you can’t think straight? So many times that it starts to hurt. So many times that you can’t tell if you’re begging me to keep going or begging me to stop?” He asks and leans forward onto the table as well, studying your expression.

“You really think you can make me cum? I won’t fake it,” you instigate and a smiles covers his face.

“Oh, I know I can, angel,” he insists, a cocky smirk on his face.

Seungmin:

You push your hips harder against Seungmin's bulge and he lets out a shaky breath, pulling one of the headphones off of his head.

"Y/n," he warns you and you freeze at his tone, "Stop it now," he concludes before pulling the headphone back over his ear. You let out a frustrated sigh and let your legs spread slightly further, pressing your core against his bulge and letting the pressure try to bring some sort of release.

Since you had originally straddled Seungmin a few minutes ago, you regretted the decision. He looks so good when he's focused and hearing the curses leave his mouth every once in a while had you throbbing. You could easily pull his cock out and ride him into the sunset right now... but you were trying your best to behave.

"Y/n is there? Tell her I said hey!" You hear Felix's voice through the headset and you chuckle. Seungmin shakes his head grumbles something about you being annoying, earning a gently slap from you.

"You two need to go ahead and get married. Your tension is crazy," You hear Han's voice and you feel yourself blush at the comment, if only they knew the truth.

You and Seungmin's relationship had escalated past the point of no return a while ago. You two have always had an undeniable tension and would often bicker but a few weeks ago, in the middle of one of your usual disagreements, Seungmin had kissed you and then proceeded to fuck you against the back of the couch in the living room.

You hear him chuckle at Han's comment but he doesn't respond. You grind against him again and you finally feel yourself winning when his hips subconsciously buck up into yours. He still doesn't take his eyes off the screen and continues to click away on the mouse.

"What did I say?" His tone is thick with annoyance and dominance and it makes you subconsciously sink into a slight subspace.

"Huh? You talking to us?" You hear Han's voice through the headset.

"No. I'm talking to y/n. She's being a fucking brat," He says it so nonchalantly before finally muting his mic and taking the headset off. He places it on the desk behind you and looks up at you for a moment.

The only light on in his room is from the monitor behind you. It casts a glow around your head, almost like an angel. He would've called you an angel had it not been for your constant and desperate rutting against him while he was playing the game. He turns his focus back to his game over your shoulder and continues to click before he speaks again.

"I told you to let me play one game and you're too desperate to even let me do that? You need cock that bad, sweetheart?" his tone is condescending and it shoots straight to your core, making you whimper.

"This isn't fair. You're turning me on on purpose, Min!" you whine and he chuckles. He knows how easily you react to his words and how wet you get when he degrades you or talks down on you.

"It isn't my fault that you're such a slut. I'm sitting here being mean to you and you're humping me like a bitch in heat," he replies, his eyes still not leaving the screen behind you. You moan again, feeling tears of frustration prick at the back of your eyes.

"Please? Just put it in, Minnie? I'll be good. I promise," your frustration bubbles over and you find yourself, begging for his cock, desperate for his touch.

"I'm supposed to believe that when you've been nothing but bad for the past hour? Behave before you get yourself in trouble," he demands, but you don't listen, instead rutting against him again. He lets out a deep groan and then a humorless laugh.

"Fine. You want cock that bad?" He asks and sits back in his chair to look at you. The way you were straddling his thighs and you only having on a t-shirt and underwear was enough for him to finally give in and let you get what you want.

You nod vigorously as a smirk covers his face he lifts his hips, forcing you to put your weight on your own knees and pulls his sweats down enough to free his painfully hard cock, already leaking with pre cum from your insistent teasing and grinding.

He grabs your hips and positions you above his cock and slides your drenched panties to the side before pulling you down in one motion, giving you no time to adjust before he starts to thrust up into you at a brutal pace.

You let out a scream as he begins to ravage you, the stretch feeling so good and so painful at the same time. Seungmin isn't small by any means and between the burn of your unprepared pussy and the tip of his cock bruising your cervix, tears were already steaming down your cheeks.

He wraps a hand around your hair, pulling your head back and exposing your neck to him. He leans forwards and bites down on your neck, making another moan leave your mouth. He chuckles against your skin and whispers out 'I knew it' before releasing your hair and grabbing both of your hips, forcing you down until your clit is flush against his pelvis and his cock is pushing into your cervix.

"This was meant to be a punishment for acting like a brat but I think you like this a little too much. Does this hurt?" He asks and experimentally thrusts up into you, pushing against your cervix again and makes your whole body jump as you let out a yelp.

"Y-yes," you cry out and he pulls you off of him slightly to give you a relief. His nails dig into your hips and you grind your hips, his cock exploring your insides for a moment and making your legs shake.

"Then why are you clenching around me and moaning like some horny slut? You really are just my pretty little whore aren't you?" He asks and suddenly stands, laying you back against the desk beside his monitor and wraps a hand around your throat before he's fucking into you again.

His hand makes it's way to your ass that's hanging off the edge of the desk and he smacks, sure to leave a mark in the morning.

"You're my favorite hole to use," those were the last words that you hear leave his mouth before your ears are ringing and you feel yourself scream out, cumming around Seungmin. However, his brutal pace doesn't pause for even a moment, forcing you to ride out your high and get sent into painful overstimulation.

"You like it to hurt, don't you, baby? I'll keep fucking you until you're crying and begging me to stop," he speaks through gritted teeth as he continues to use you on top his computer desk.

I.N:

You and Jeongin are sitting on the couch, your legs tossed over his lap and some random show playing. Honestly, you couldn't tell a single thing that was going on in the show.

You can't peel your eyes away from Jeongin's hand as he mindless plays with your fingers. His other hand is scrolling through some social media on his phone and he hasn't noticed your fixation.

He has such pretty hands. And he leaves them so nicely decorated with rings and bracelets. He'll even sometimes wear nail polish and has no problem letting you paint his nails if you're bored which just heightens the obsession that you have found with your boyfriend's hands.

You imagine them wrapped around your throat, choking you until you see stars and being able to see the imprint of his hand around your neck the next day. You imagine him forcing his fingers down your throat, making you gag and soaking them before he plunges them into your waiting pussy. You imagine him leaving handprints all over your ass and thighs that last for days from him grabbing you and hitting you.

You get lost in your thoughts and Jeongin noticed a few minutes ago that you had zoned out, which he didn't think anything of. It wasn't until you subtly rub your thighs together when he realizes you were probably not having the most pure thoughts.

"Babe?" His voice breaks you from your thoughts, making you jump slightly and a blush rises up your neck. He knows he's caught you red handed by your subconscious reaction.

"Sorry. I zoned out," You smile at him and he locks his phone, placing it on the table in front of him. He leans back and rests his head on the back of the couch, his gaze remaining on you, now looking at the show playing.

"What were you thinking about?" He suddenly asks and you don't look away from the t.v., although you can feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of your face.

"Nothing," you shrug and still don't face him. He reaches towards you grabs your jaw, forcing you to face him. His thumbs rubs gently across your lower lip and you have to suppress a moan at the action.

"You weren't thinking about the things my hands could do to you?" He deadpans and your eyes grow wide. How could he read you so well. A smirk covers his face and he lets out a chuckle, sitting up and letting his hand rest at the base of your neck, he was practically covering your entire collarbone with just one hand.

"You didn't even notice how you were rubbing your legs together on my lap, did you?" His fingers start to gently play with the "J" pendant on the necklace thats sitting against your neck. It's a gift he had given you a while ago and you rarely take it off. You don't reply to him, trying your best remain grounded and ignore his touch against your neck.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Your voice is quiet and his tongue darts out, wetting his lips.

"You're not a very good liar, y/n. What were you thinking about? My hands on your neck? I can feel your heart pounding every time I graze along your pulse..." he trails off, rubbing your neck gently with his fingers before letting his hand wrap around the column of your neck and squeezing.

A shaky breath leaves your throat and he sits up more, pressing his other hand against your chest and feeling your pounding heart.

"Yes," you confess, breathlessly and he raises his eyebrows at you. He was getting you into a space now where you would be able to admit or say whatever he wants you to.

"What else, baby?" he prompts you to continue, releasing his grip slightly and instead grabbing the back of your neck and leaning in to press a kiss to your throat. You let your head fall back to give him more access. His other moves down and rests on the outside of your bare thigh, toying with the hem of your shorts.

Suddenly, a light slap to your thigh breaks your concentration from his heavenly lips on your neck and you let out a strangled moan.

"Tell me. Tell me what you were thinking about," he rubs at the spot his hand made contact with. It was just meant to grab your attention but from the thoughts you were just having, it did much more than grab your attention.

"Harder," your voice is breathless and your boyfriend's entire body freezes for a moment. He pulls back and studies your face.

"Harder?" he raises his eyebrows at you and you nod.

"Please? Hit me again. Harder. Please?" Your words are slightly slurred and he lets out a chuckle before pulling back and landing another smack to your outer thigh, a bit harder than before and you let out a groan.

"I was thinking about your handprints all over me. I was thinking about you choking me so hard I start blacking out then I saw myself choking and gagging all over your fingers and crying. It hurts so good..." you babble and he lands another slap to your outer thigh, much harsher.

He lets out a chuckle at your pitiful state and lets his hand gently knead over the reddening flesh. Your eyes are already glossy looking back at him and he has to fight every urge to crawl between your legs and fuck you right here, right now.

"Why didn't you say that, then? I don't mind giving my spoiled slut whatever she wants. You want me to hurt you?" he asks and you immediately nod, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing him closer to you.

"I do," you confess, still a bit foggy and he chuckles again, dragging his nails down the outside of your leg and making you whimper in response.

"How could I deny you when you look so cute like this?" He roughly grabs your face and smashes his lips into your own.

#skz #skz changbin #skz fanfic #skz felix #skz fluff #skz hyunjin #skz imagines #skz jeongin #skz minho #skz scenarios #stray kids bang chan #stray kids smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids minho #stray kids seungmin #stray kids hyunjin #seungminnie #stray kids #seungmin #skz smut #skz x reader #skz stay #dom!skz #dom!straykids #stray kids headcanons #stray kids one shot #stray kids scenarios #skz seungmin #skz hard thoughts #ihave-atummyache

[ghostsbaby]

BABE. WE NEED A FANFIC OF THE READER RIDING SIMONS THIGH LIKE RN, LIKE IMAGINE HIM BOUNCING HIS LEG UP AND DOWN TO TEASE THE READER OH MY GOD?

pairing - ghost x fem!babygirl reader

word count - 742

warnings - just some thigh riding, name calling, bad plotting and daddy kink!

a/n - got you baby! hope it’s okay. it’s not a complete fic but had to whip something up. let me know if you want something different. not proof read so if things don’t make sense oops I apologize 🖤🖤🖤

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You weren’t facing him. Weren’t witnessing the change in his eyes when he felt your cunts heartbeat against his thigh. Weren’t seeing the amusement in his grin when you didn’t make a sound about it.

So he only did what felt natural. Tease.

He knew how to get your attention while you just sat there in his lap solving a puzzle with your holes untouched and pussy dancing on his thigh. Ghost knew how to fuck with you.

You had just finished the border, putting the last piece in place before moving onto the next section of the 1000 piece puzzle that had a picture of a cute puppy on it with pretty pink flowers. How cute he thought, gonna ruin it.

Of course at this time you weren’t alone. The rest of 141 already joined in the same room while Ghost had plans of turning you into putty. Gaz and Soap were watching a movie while Price began to softly snore on the couch. Perfect.

Looking for matching pieces you were playing oblivious to Ghosts intentions, not even noticing his growing cock under you until you felt the first bounce and heard the light tap of his boot hit the ground.

Your eyes zeroed in on one of the pieces in your hand, coming back from your little princess world of everything perfect now that you know what Ghosts really doing. You were sitting in his lap and occasionally, but purposely fluttering your pussy all over his thigh. You knew he could feel it.

The bouncing of his leg continued and it only made you weaker, starting to lose focus on the puzzle in front of you while the only thing Ghost is paying attention to is your cunt bouncing against him. It wasn’t the first time.

It didn’t take long for your panties to soak. The fabric thin and rubbing against you, his pants having all sorts of pockets and buttons that you find one and press your sensitive bud into it. Fuck he was going to have so much fun with you.

Ghost sat lazily in the chair, watching and waiting your every move while he bounced his leg. Starting off slow before going into a continuous rhythm of trying to get you to come while the boys were in the same room, almost all of them awake. Ghost knows how fucking loud you are and is going to use it against you.

You roll your hips impatiently and deeper. Your feet hanging off the floor under you, only bracing on Ghosts thigh as the puzzle doesn’t exist to you anymore. All hope of you being silent and not giving into your boyfriends shenanigans was thrown out the door.

“Look at you baby. Fuck.”

Low growling in your ear, his pace slightly quickening to see what noises he could get away with. You squeaked, hands bracing against the table while you started to hump Ghosts thigh and he fucking loved it. Ghost didn’t need to look over to notice the shift in Soap’s body and it drove him mad.

Ghost wasn’t even fucking touching you and you were melting all over his leg, riding his thigh like it was his cock you were gonna cum all over. His cock stretched his pants tighter and tighter while you desperately dry humped the Lieutenant.

“Do you want them to see you? Fucking slut.”

His hands finally made contact with your hips as he brought you down even harder against his thigh, making you hump against him vigorously until he could feel your body start to go limp. He held you up effortlessly, pushing his knee up so your clit presses against the buttons on his pocket and rolls your hips in circular motions.

You’re panting, letting out a string of moans before Ghost starts to bring you to orgasm from words you never wanna repeat.

“Come on baby. Ride Daddy’s thigh until you’re making a mess.”

The puzzle pieces scattered on the table started to fall off the table while you whined and whimpered out moans, hitting the ground with just enough noise that Price opens his eyes while you’re shaking against Ghost and he holds you down harder, leaving bruises where he dug his fingers into your sides.

You dared yourself to look in the captain’s direction, turning your head ever so slightly until it’s brought back to the puzzle in front of you by a hand closing your throat.

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[straykeedz]

can i request a han jisung smut where he's submissive pls? it's okay if not and if u aren't taking requests anymore , i totally understand 💞💞 tysm !!

🎀 tw: softdom!afab!reader ; sub!jisung ; female anatomy ; nipple play ; dry humping ;

🎀 wc: around 1,6k ;

a huuuuuuuge thank you to @jilixthinker for her feedback on this and for encouraging me to post it 🤧🩷 #cheanzia

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Jisung’s head is buried in your chest as he kisses every inch of skin his lips are able to reach. 

He does it effortlessly, as if his life depended on it, as if he had no other purpose. Desperate and impatient for you, as if you were his only cure and he’d die without you. Some days, he believes it’s true, that his existence won’t make no sense if you’re not there by his side. Silly thoughts, his, because you’re not going anywhere. You love him so dearly, so deeply - how could you ever leave him? 

His hand rests on your hip, brushing the skin as he toys with the hem of your panties. You’d think he does it to tease you - it helps him to calm himself down, on the contrary, as he gets lost in the feeling of your warm breasts, of your essence that’s making his head spin. It’s incredible, the effect you have on him - he’s addicted to it. 

Your fingers are entangled in his dark hair as he worships you, making cute little sounds as he presses his face in your body. 

He had a bad day today. Work was shit, apparently, and he wanted nothing more than to lie in your arms, pressed on your body, kissing the valley of your breasts with such reverence as small huffs escape his nostrils when you tug at his hair. 

“Did my baby have a bad day today?” You murmur in his hair, kissing his forehead and he lets out a whiny noise that makes wetness pool in your panties. Your baby boy, you’d do anything for him. He nods weakly, eyes still closed as he squishes his face between your breasts. If he’s not breathing, he doesn’t care - he’ll die a happy death. “Do mommy’s tits make you feel better, my baby?” 

Jisung is red in the face, and squeezes his legs to find some sort of relief from the friction. He whines pathetically when you remove your hand from his hair only to sneak it behind your back and unclasp your bra quickly. His fidgety hands would take too long, and you know he’s impatient and too far gone already. He reluctantly pulls away from your body, but at the sight of your naked breasts in front of his face he can’t bring himself to be upset at you. 

He licks his lips, ready to latch his mouth on your nipple, but you stop him. 

“Ah, I need words,” you place two fingers under his chin and lift his head. His pupils are completely blown and he looks so deliciously vulnerable and soft, “tell me how much you want mommy’s tits in your mouth.”

His chest rises and falls quicker now. His underwear is stained with pre-cum, a wet patch is clearly visible in the front, darkening the soft material. He nods - quickly, desperately. “I need them, need mommy’s tits to make me feel better.”

He licks his lips. If he tries hard enough, he can almost taste you in his mouth - but it’d be useless because his imagination could never compete with the way you actually taste, the reality is so much better. 

“Good boy,” you praise him, rewarding his diligence with a forehead kiss, giving him permission to use you as his personal stress relief. 

A faint hmph is the noise he makes as soon as he wraps his lips around your nipple. At the same time, his arm circles your waist to pull you closer, and his cock comes to rest perfectly between your legs, hard and throbbing sitting precisely on your clit. It’d be so easy to grind on him and get yourself off from humping him, but you don’t move - he’s gonna do it for you.

Jisung’s tongue swirls around your nipple, and then he sucks, and then he licks. Soft, whiny sounds fall from his lips as he releases his frustration buried in your chest. The best way to relax, definitely his favorite - when you peg him is a close second, though, don’t get him wrong.  

“You’re so good to mommy, my baby,” you whisper to him, entangling your fingers in his hair once again, “you don’t want to help mommy out, too, though?”

He nods with your nipple still in his mouth, wet and swollen. He pulls away only to breathe out a faint “yes, wanna be mommy’s good boy,” before wrapping his lips around your other bud. 

You smile at how fucked out he sounds already, your sweet baby. You know that in this state, you could ask him to do anything to you and he’d easily oblige without complaining. He never complains. 

“Grind on mommy’s pussy, baby,” you mumble, “make mommy cum from your pretty little cock.”

He loves you so fucking much. 

He grinds on you slowly the first time, letting the outline of his length part your clothed folds, his tip bumping on your clit. You both hiss - he holds you tighter. He presses harder the second time, but the pace is still slow, up and down your folds, as he savours the feeling of your wetness staining both your and his underwear. 

Speaking of which… 

He feels one of your hands toying with the hem of his oversized t-shirts, and his breath hitches when you lift it over the curve of his ass and tiny waist. His face is red, even the tips of his ears are by now. He feels so exposed, but he loves it and he knows you do too. 

Jisung’s cute little ass looks so pretty in the baby blue lacy panties he’s wearing. You smirk at the thought that he’d left for work wearing these under his skinny jeans this morning. The thought turns you on even more. His hips jerk against yours when he feels your hand on his asscheek, then on the lacy hem of his panties. His. They’re not yours, they’re his - he wears them only when he’s feeling particularly needy. 

“My baby made himself pretty for mommy?” Your voice drops an octave, sultry as you palm the soft flesh of his ass, lifting your head to get a better look. It’s not exactly a thong, because the panties are kind of open in the back - slutty. You bite your lip.

Jisung nods. His legs shake as he continues to drag his barely clothed cock up and down your folds. The panties are even prettier on the front - see through and soaked wet right now. You’ll take a closer look in a couple of minutes, after he makes you cum. 

“You’re doing so well, baby… feels so good,” you praise him, and he whimpers when you land a soft slap on his ass, “you’re gonna make mommy cum soon,” you bite your lip at the feeling of Jisung’s cockhead brushing your clit. 

Jisung loves being praised by you, he really does - the problem is, he gets too impatient and his movements become too frantic too soon. Before you know it, he’s rutting against your hips at a quick pace, stimulating your clit and himself at the same time, bringing you closer to the edge sooner than you intended to. 

“M-Mommy,” he whines, letting go of your nipple, burying his face in the valley of your breasts as he pants heavily and continues to dry hump you, “mommy tell me- tell me I’m a good boy. Please, mommy,” he chokes, squeezing his eyes shut as he feels his cock throb inside his panties - the lacy material stimulating his cockhead deliciously. 

You smirk. Even though it is not how this was supposed to go, you decide to let it slide for tonight. It’s obvious he needs this, needs you. 

“You’re so good to mommy, my baby,” you squeeze his asscheek, “you’re mommy’s good boy, aren’t you?” 

“I- I am,” he sobs in your chest, “mommy’s good boy, yeah. I’m mommy’s good boy.”

With a chocked sob, he cums. It was pretty inevitable, and you’re not mad, because you find your release mere seconds later, for he doesn’t stop moving against your body. Your orgasm washes all over your body intensely, as it always does when you’re stimulated over the clothes, and you can feel both your and Jisung’s release on your skin. 

You leave a few more kisses on the top of his head, but you don’t really give him the time to fully recover from his orgasm - before he knows it, you’re sitting on the bed, unwrapping his arms from around your figure. He’s too fucked out to react, though, so he lies there, on the mattress, panting heavily. 

You have other plans. 

By softly pushing him on his back, you’re now able to see him fully. The panties are ruined - Jisung’s cum is all over them. He made a mess, but you can’t help but stare at him in awe. His cock sits there, inside the thin lacy material, the tip of an angry shade of pink, looking swollen. And his panties are most definitely too tight for him, because his balls don’t fit inside the soft material - too round and heavy, still pretty much full. They won’t be anymore after tonight, you’ll make sure of that. The panties are open in the back, which means you can clearly see his pretty hole from here. Oh, how you want him. You can’t wait. 

Jisung opens his eyes as soon as he feels your hot tongue on his tummy, licking his orgasm off his skin. He kicks his head back in the pillow and bites his lip when you wrap your mouth around his tip. Even though he’s too sensitive for that right now, he still whines at the loss of contact when you pull away. 

“Ah, don’t worry. Mommy’s gonna take care of her babyboy tonight. You’re in for a long night, my baby.”

-`♡´-

i’m super sorry for the loooong wait anon, hope you like this 🥹

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[hotchfiles]

↪ day six. perfectionism — #marchhotchness

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ❝ wool to brave the season ❞ ─ a choiceless hope blurb

pairing: aaron hotchner x bau!reader. summary: but as you sat down on the floor of the crappy hotel, sharing bad coffee and feeling his warmth by your side, you knew that you wouldn’t have him any other way. even if you don’t really have him. content warnings: set before the first part. you can read it without reading the rest tho. just a bit of angst and idiots in love and partnership and criminal minds canon descriptions of crimes. word count: 800+

you woke up to the faint sound of shuffling of paper, the room was mostly dark and chilly, the clock on your bedside strikes two in the morning. you didn’t have to look to know, but still, you checked the other bed finding it empty, a source of light coming from steps ahead on the small hotel room showed you the prettiest scene.

your partner in his pajamas, coffee pot and cup next to the lamp on the desk, his eyes were glued to the files and the thick book under them, which you imagined to be the crime classification manual. 

the team had been briefed on the way there, but arriving in seattle after dinner time made the plan of getting to the scenes as fast as possible change, and you were both told to rest for the night. 

hotch promised you he would go to bed in a bit, three hours ago. 

you scoffed, getting up and taking the blanket you were just cozied up on with you, dropping it on his shoulders swiftly, he jolted in the chair in surprise, smiling when he noticed it was just you. “did i wake you? tried not to make any noise.” 

his voice is raspy from how tired he is and from not speaking for a while and weirdly it brings you comfort, hearing him speak so quietly in the almost full darkness of that room, no outside noise coming in, as if only the two of you existed, as if he was yours. 

“it’s cold, aaron. go to bed.” you don’t answer his question, instead you sit on the edge of the bed you were just sleeping on, waiting to hear him justify the ungodly hour of his work. 

“i’m not cold anymore.” his attempt to not make it obvious the way he took a deep breath while tightening the blanket around him fails, and he knows you know he was trying to smell you through the fabric.

“alright, i’ll bite. what you doing?” 

“building a profile.” he says matter of factly, shrugs as he does so but makes sure to hold the blanket so it doesn’t fall, he feels cozy in it, basking in the smell of your body wash and by how soft the fabric was. it was your blanket after all, you took it on every trip. 

“we didn’t even–” you start, trying to argument that you hadn’t gone to the crime scenes yet, but he had recently become one of the lead profilers, promoted before you which made you just about 5% jealous and 95% proud because you knew how hard he worked, and how this case had to come out perfectly. the result had to be perfect. 

aaron was like that, he was a perfectionist, a controlling freak perfectionist, and his first case as lead profiler had left him empty handed, not enough to build the profile before the bau was sent away. since then he had become more and more obsessive, you had to deal with it during work and imagined his fiancée had to deal with it at home. 

although you reckon she might have better outcomes on making him relax. 

you, on the other hand, don’t have as much freedom to do something about it, so you do what you can as his partner and friend. you get up, turn the lights on, get your glasses and sit on the floor across from him, opening your hand and waiting for him to give you some of the files. 

“what?” 

“pass me some of those, let’s bounce some ideas back and forth, you know profiles can’t be built solo, you might be biased.” you sighed at his reluctance, the guilt from waking you up clear on his eyes. “i’m already up, just do it, stop being so annoying.” 

you were bossy when you wanted, too bad he actually liked that, so he just smirked and threw half the files on your lap. the first you open are filled with photos from the autopsies, you whine, something about the cold lab atmosphere and the dead almost blue bodies always creeped you out, and hotch knew it too, “oh fuck me–” trying my best not to, he lets the intrusive thought come and go quickly, ignoring it, “autopsies, really?” 

he shrugs, “i’m looking at the crime scene ones, the whole scene is organized, clean, but the bodies are torn apart, disorganized, personal, there’s too much disconnection.” hotch slips down from the chair, sitting on the floor by your side and putting the pictures in front of you both to analyze. 

the coffee is starting to get cold, so he grabs his cup from the table, sharing it with you as you worked on writing the discrepancies you both found between the scenes and the bodies. 

aaron is a perfectionist. he needs his plans to go exactly as he schemed them, he doesn’t like change and he likes to be prepared for what the next day will bring.

but as you sat down on the floor of the crappy hotel, sharing bad coffee and feeling his warmth by your side, you knew that you wouldn’t have him any other way.

even if you don’t really have him.

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[fluffy-dixon]

Heyyy! So that's my first time writing a request so it's going to be bad. Anyway. I was thinking after an one shot or a drable,whichever one you prefer,of Daryl being realy insecure about his body and standing in front of a mirror and just judging himself(like every part of him,how he is worn down and reader needs someone better than him). And reader is 10 years younger than him so he thinks she is going to dump him for a younger guy. And at some point reader comes behind him and asks what's wrong and when she finds out she starts to reassure him he is so handsome and amazing and how she doesn't want another guy.(thats up to you but if he says something about the scars she kisses them...al of them ) so that's it. I hope you like this kind of thing❤️❤️

The Seasoned Archer

for @kkarina1311 - slight nsfw if you squint but mostly fluff

The soft glow of the bathroom light spilled out into the hallway, casting a warm rectangle on the wooden floor. Your hand hesitated on the doorknob, the faint sound of water running and Daryl’s mumbled words reaching your ears. The past few days had kept you apart—Daryl out hunting for the group, you helping with the recovery efforts in Alexandria after the whisperers’ last but final attack.

Last night, you noticed his distance, a quiet reserve that didn’t match the hours of conversation you shared when it was just the two of you. But you brushed it off; after all, you knew each other better than anyone else. Five years of trust had blossomed into something more—a love that made every moment together precious.

Now, officially together for a year, you couldn’t imagine a world without him.

Peaking around the door Daryl was in there, about to step into the shower, and something in his demeanour caught your attention. He was fully naked, his back to me, staring at his own reflection in the foggy mirror. His brow was furrowed, a solemn look fell across his face as he looked at his appearance closer, he rubbed his stubbly grey beard, shortly followed by ruffling his hands through his hair observing the now silver delicate hairs popping out between his chocolate brown existing ones. He let out a sigh rubbing the tired bags underneath his eyes. You could see the anxiety and worry that riddled through him.

Pushing the door open, you stepped inside. The steam from the shower enveloped you.

“Daryl,” you said softly, you voice barely audible over the water. He jumped, spinning around to you and you saw the surprise in his eyes. Surprise, and maybe a hint of embarrassment.

“Didn’t hear ya come in,” he mumbled, reaching for a towel to cover himself. But you stepped closer, stopping him.

“Don’t,” you said, your gaze steady. “Don’t hide.”

He looked away, his jaw clenched. “I ain’t nothin’ special,” he muttered. “Just an old redneck with too many scars.”

“What’s brought this on?”

You moved closer, fingers brushing against his warm skin.

“Daryl, look at me.”

Reluctantly, he met your eyes. There was pain there, a raw vulnerability that tore at your heart. “I’m too old for ya,” he whispered. “You deserve better.”

Daryl’s fingers trembled, brushing against the mirror’s foggy surface. His reflection wavered, a mosaic of memories and regrets.

“You’re not just an old redneck,” you insisted, stepping closer. “You’re a survivor, a protector, and damn it, you’re my heart.”

His gaze flickered, torn between disbelief and longing. “I ain’t good enough,” he rasped. “Too many demons.”

“Demons?” You traced the lines on his chest, each scar a testament to battles fought. “These scars? They’re proof of your strength, your resilience. And your heart? It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever known.”

Daryl’s breath hitched. “I ain’t young anymore, “I saw you with the others, they’re all more your age”

Your heart sank.

“I’m just trying to help darling. Yes, you may be 10 years older than me but what does it even matter in this world?! It literally doesn’t bother me, plus older mature whisky is much better” you winked.

He sighed.

“Daryl, listen to me.” Your voice firm, unwavering.

“I love every damn thing about you Dixon, there is no man on earth that could match what you do for me, I would be completely lost without you. My heart will FOREVER be yours. Always. I’m not going anywhere, not without you anyway”

His gaze softened, and you saw a flicker of hope.

“But—”

“No buts,” you interrupted. “I love you. Grey hairs, demons, scars, and all. I’m not going anywhere.

He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “I ain’t good at this, Words and shit” he admitted.

You smiled, leaning in to kiss him. “There’s no need for fancy words,” you said.

“Oh and…” you moved your head whispering into his ear, all sultry.

“…It requires a seasoned man to perform the actions to make me scream like that” you whispered, your teeth grazing your lower lip.

That was enough to tip him over the edge, Daryl encircled you, pulling you even closer, his lips found yours it was hungry and needy. Deepening the kiss his hands roamed all over your body, but you interrupted him, pulling back, arms still wrapped around his neck loosely, you spoke again,

“Daryl, you’re stuck with me” you whispered against his mouth, foreheads resting together as he panted against you.

He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that echoed through the bathroom. Tears flowing down freely down his cheeks in happiness.

“I love you so much Y/N, you have no idea just how much you mean to me” his voice cracked.

“I’m eternally yours, Daryl Dixon”

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[sweet-as-an-angel]

KÖNIG WITH BRAT READER PLS PLS PLS

Me myself i am a BIG brat, good luck to him trying to discipline me lmao

König is a nice man, hes sweet and stuff. So i wanna see König lose his patience. I want him to be mad at me. I want him to take out his built up anger. I requested you this because i trust your writing the most.Pls feed me i love ur blog<3

König w/ a Bratty S/O

Warnings: 18+, Nothing too Explicit TBH, Bratty Reader, No Pronouns used for Reader except ‘You’, Dominant König, Spanking, Edging, Overstimulation, Restraints, Punishment, etc.

König could handle your incessant whining, your moaning and your complaining.

At most, he usually found it endearing, perhaps even adorable when he looked past the vague hostility and saw insecurity buried within, hiding, trembling.

But then you had to go for the throat – hit him where it really hurt.

You’d had the gall to suggest that he couldn’t satisfy you – that you’d go and search for someone who could, someone who “can do it with their hands tied behind their back.”

And König snapped.

You didn’t notice it at first; the shift in the atmosphere was so sudden, the snap of a harp string – a heartstring.

And you didn’t notice König rising, his shadow eclipsing your form as you faced away, arms crossed, spouting fallacies about your neighbours who you wagered were “ten times better” in bed than him.

It was only when his chest was to your back, his bulge between your thighs, that you snapped out of your beration.

The air was thick now, begging to be sliced, dissected, with something – anything – to end its own existence.

Aside from the rising volume of your battering heart and König’s restrained, bullish breathing, it was silent. A carbon monoxide death in all but feeling. This was silent, this was invisible. And it was deadly.

No-one was around to help you; that much you gathered from the lack of voices or footsteps from your neighbours, no cars passing by on the street, no chatter except for that dying in your mind.

König’s anger bulged from his very soul. And with his face hidden behind you, you could only imagine the look of thunder that rolled across it.

König clapped a large, bearish, calloused hand upon your shoulder, and squeezed. Tighter and tighter with each passing second, he became. The thought that he could break your collarbone this way crossed your mind.

Wincing, you tried to turn around, to placate König.

He growled, gripped you by both shoulders now, and kept you facing forwards, pushing you.

“Go on, Darling,” he hissed. It was not a request. “Keep going.”

You were unsure as to whether he meant to keep goading or keep walking, but you weren’t taking any chances.

König marched you to the bedroom, his wall of a body making escape an impossibility.

This was going to be a long night.

NSFW:

König’s veil stays on during punishment.

It’s his way of letting you know that your loving boyfriend is gone; no human soul exists in this vessel anymore.

Ties you to the bedposts. He’s not giving you a moment of reprieve, nor a chance to defend yourself.

Spanks you with a thick belt he keeps hidden away in the wardrobe, which he bought specifically in anticipation for your insufferable behaviour.

Makes you tell him you love him as he’s beating you.

Gives him a sense of power that he can force your love in some way, whether you love him or not (you do; but for the sake of this segment, you usually pretend you don’t. König knows you’re lying, though).

He’ll see your backside red and inflamed before he lets up, and even then it’s because he’s moving on to the next phase of your punishment.

Edges you. Constantly.

And König has the restraint to keep withdrawing whenever he feels you’re close.

He doesn’t want you feeling even a second’s worth of relief. Not after the way you spoke to him.

And, eventually, after hours of edging, he’ll finally let you finish.

But don’t be mistaken; this isn’t the end.

There’s a dark glint in his eye as you’re left panting, sweating, almost crying.

“Oh, Darling,” he says, brushing a sodden lock of hair from your forehead. Faux reassurance. “We’re not done yet.”

Overstimulation Central.

You’ll be absolutely weeping as König slams into you, your already sensitive body forced to bear the pounding shocks he sends through you, even when you plead with him to stop.

“Can’t satisfy you, can I?” König says, mockingly. “Then tell me who’s filling you right now – tell me who you belong to.”

“You, König! You, you – only you!”

Your throat will have run raw with how you scream König’s name, his body caging yours beneath it.

It’s his way of telling you you’re his.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[spinchip]

Home

“Hello there. You are alright,” A voice whispers, honey-thick and sweet, “Wake up, little one.”

Zane opens his eyes. That’s not quite right, because he doesn’t have eyes anymore. He doesn’t have a body, either. His physicality has been stripped from him here, in this endless space. He doesn’t open his eyes so much as he becomes aware, senses snapping into focus in the space where his spirit might sit.

In front of him is a pillar of light.

In a brilliant flash a woman is floating above him, laid on her side as if they were both swaying in a hammock. He can almost smell crisp, ocean air. She reaches out to cup his face, the action translating perfectly despite how he no longer has a face to be held.

“You’re not mine.” She chides gently, “Silly.”

“I don't understand.” He speaks without a mouth, no sound reverberating in this hollow space. His voice is crystal clear anyway.

“Did you have fun?” She asks in a warm hum, fingers ghosting over his loose edges to tuck his essence back into shape. Zane imagines this is what having a mother is like.

“Fun?” He echoes, confused.

She looks sad for a moment, but the bright golden light she’s made of doesn’t dim with her frown. It burns just as bright, “Your life was hard.” She murmurs, leaning forward to press a kiss to his forehead, “Lonely, right up to the end.”

“No-” He doesn’t shake his head or do anything other than speak. She seems to be the only one in this conversation who is allowed to have hands, “I had my father.” A soft white light pops up in the emptiness surrounding them, “I had my friends.” More lights flickering into existence.

She sweeps all the lights up into the palm of her hand. They’re dark spots against her brilliance, “And yet…” The lights begin to float from her fingertips, drifting slowly into the space above their heads until they’re pinpricks in this facsimile of the night sky, “...Unreachable.”

“I do not like this conversation.” He says. She looks at him like she can see right through him. She probably can.

“What would you like to talk about, little one?”

“Who are you?” He asks finally.

She smiles softly- everything about her is soft, down to the fuzzy edges of her being, “I am everything.”

He tries to process that.

“You don’t understand.” She moves like water as she envelopes him. She wraps her arms around him and draws him close to her heart, “I can show you.”

He can’t comprehend what he sees, what he experiences. It’s pure euphoria, joy, desolation, and hate. It’s war. It’s blood. It’s gingerbread cookies. Little golden threads of light interweave it all, too fine and delicate for the eyes to see. Everything is connected. A vast, endless stream of consciousness.

A thick, bright cord shows him Lloyd.

“Ah,” She murmurs, “He is mine.”

“Yours?”

“Like ice has laid claim to you.” there’s an affectionate warmth in her voice there, “I imagine my friend is not too happy with me.”

He stays quiet, experiencing the eternity that is woven in the golden thread.

“You are not supposed to be mine, Little one. My power was not yours to wield.” Despite her words, her tone remains light and airy.

“I am sorry.”

“No.” She holds him closer, “You’d do it again. For your friends.”

He wishes he could look away, “For my friends.”

“That-” She smiles at him again and he wishes she would always smile at him, “-Is why I allowed it.”

She pauses, thinks for a moment, “I suppose, then, that you are mine. I love you like you are, after all.”

“I love you too.” He’s surprised that he means it. There’s a deep connection between them, like her heart is bleeding into his- or maybe it’s his heart seeping into her. He finally understands, “I am dead.”

“Not quite.” She hugs him again, but doesn’t allow him to become lost in everything.

“What does that mean?”

“It means…” She draws back and taps her chin, thinking. She snaps her fingers like she’s come up with a brilliant plan, “that I am going to break the rules.”

If he had eyes, they’d go wide at that, “What rule?”

“What’s dead must stay that way.” She says lightly, “What’s gone is to stay gone- but don’t worry, little one. I made that rule- it’s okay if I break it a few times.”

“You are…”

“I am sending you back, Zane.”

“Why?” He tries to will himself to hug her back, and he’s not sure how successful he was.

She caresses his cheek, “I want you to have fun. You deserve it.”

“...Thank you.”

She smiles widely for a moment before it dims, “The worst moment of your life has yet to come,” It comes out of her like a condolence, “Do you still wish to return?”

A pit forms in his chest. Losing his father, Dying with the overlord, all alone- there would be something worse? Something worse than a violent, lonely death?

“And the best?”

It’s her turn to furrow her brow, confused. She tilts her head, “The best what?”

“The best moment of my life. Has it passed me by yet?”

She does that motion again with her hands, like she’s catching stray strands of his soul before they float away, “The future is what you make it.” She answers simply.

“The worst moment of my life is unavoidable, but the best is not?”

She looks at him with brilliant, bright eyes, “You would do it again.” She reminds him, “For your friends. In a heartbeat.”

He understands.

“Send me back.”

She kisses him on the forehead again, a deep warmth spreading over his soul, "You will never be alone again. I am with you now, Little one. I am yours just as much as you are mine."

He wakes up.

#spinchip fic #ninjago #zane julien

[devildom-moss]

hello !! happy anniversary to ur blog and so sorry again for not reading ur rules for the flash requests post 💔

may i request sfw + 12 w solomon. just him pining for reader. like doesn't even have to include dialogue w/mc, i just wanna see him being so horrendously down bad for them hehe thank you 🫶🏻

Thank you, and no worries! I hope you don't mind headcanons with this one. Now, did I get too invested in this request? I think so. It's almost double the intended length. Do I regret that? Not in the slightest. I hope you enjoy it!!

1 year anniversary flash request event - SFW

(Solomon x gn!MC)

Prompt 12 – Your choice: Pining

Pining!Solomon, whose hands tremble when you hug him as he slowly brings his arms up to try to hug you back. For his entire life, he had never needed to be held by anyone – not in the way that he needs you. When he’s in your arms, he almost can’t believe it. It feels too good to be true, like some cruel setup designed to bring him a moment of pure joy before ripping you from his grasp. So, his hands tremble with uncertainty and love and hope that he can never speak of. Solomon will snap himself out of his fear, and when he does, his hands will grip your back and pull you in. He never knows when to let go – or rather, he never wants to. If only he could keep you in his arms for a second longer. If only he could hold you every day. If only your warmth would linger on his skin forever.

Pining!Solomon, who will never give up sitting with his legs spread apart now that he knows the feeling of your warmth pressed against him when he refused to give you the space. He knows it’s rude, but he would do anything to keep that prolonged contact. He needs it. Politeness be damned. What does politeness know of the comfort he gets from the physical proof that you are right by his side?

Pining!Solomon, who traces the spines of his books, mapping your name through the topography of every curve or scratch as he waits for you to arrive for your study sessions with him. When you’re running late, your name exists on the spine of every book on his desk. You’ll live on them forever. Now, he can scarcely scan through his personal library without feeling your presence.

Pining!Solomon, who reviews your last sent message when he hasn’t seen you all day. His fingers hover over the screen as he contemplates reaching out. But is one day too soon? He scans his mind for any believable excuse to contact you.

Pining!Solomon, whose mouth is a reflection of his mind, always wandering in your direction. Whether he’s chatting with the demons or angels or in a conference with the Sorcerers’ Society. He can’t resist asking about your well-being or your daily life (the parts of it that he isn’t involved in). He brags about his adorable, talented apprentice to the Sorcerers’ Society and even random demons and witches he’s acquainted with. However, he’s always careful not to brag too much – less someone try to harm you or steal you right from under his watchful eye. If anyone so much as considered it, Solomon would see red until his anger was soothed by disproportionate aggression or the comfort of your voice and touch.

Pining!Solomon, whose body follows after you whenever you pull away. When you break off a kiss, he leans into you, chasing the feeling of your lips on him again. When you let go of his hand, he reaches forward, ever so slightly, trying to recapture your touch. When you let go during a hug, he inches just a bit closer. When you walk ahead of him, he picks up his pace to catch you. When your bonds strengthen with the others, his heart aches, trying to crawl its way back to you.

Pining!Solomon, who doesn’t know how to be alone anymore. His mind has your face and voice memorized. When you aren’t around, sometimes he imagines you calling him from the other room – that if he sat up and walked in there right now, he’d see your precious face, smiling at him. He’ll use technology and magic to preserve these memories with routine frequency – in case the worst should ever happen.

Pining!Solomon, who has never known fear like this. His entire life could collapse in on itself, making him an emotional black hole, from a simple shift in your existence. That is the magnetic strength of his love for you. No change in your presence goes unnoticed. If you got hurt. . . if you died. . . he would pull all realms into his pain.

But, also, Pining!Solomon, who has never known peace like this. If anything could wash over the wreckage of a garden that Solomon has cultivated himself – sick with rot and death that poisons instead of fertilizing, that smells of chemicals and rust, where only the toxic and wretched could bloom – and make it divine, it would be your presence. It would be your laugh when Asmo has pranked Solomon, and the witty sorcerer was none the wiser. It would be the way you danced along to music with Solomon in the kitchen as you prepared dinner – if for no other reason than pointless joy, then to distract him from his desire to help with the cooking. It would be the way you rolled your eyes when Solomon caused you trouble, because your annoyance couldn’t overcome your affection for him. It would be your warmth and the gentle sound of your breathing as you slumped against Solomon’s shoulder – when he longed to trace his fingers along your beloved form, but the fear of waking you stilled his hands. It would be the trusting, understanding smile on your face, when Solomon couldn’t express his feelings in anything more than a whispered “I love you” – even when you needed his praise shouted to the sky for all to understand.

A/N: this will be the last request for the 1 year event - SFW request day. I still have 3 more SFW requests in my inbox though.

Requests are now closed. I will be working on the NSFW requests tomorrow. Don't worry, if you got your flash request in (or if you're waiting on requests from the previous round of general requests), I'll still be working on those. This was a lot of fun so far, so thank you all for participating with me.

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[halcyone-of-the-sea]

Hello hello, and first and foremost, ✨ congratulations! ✨

I hope this can count as a prompt, it's a quote I really like: "I have loved since you. But when the new paint gets scratched, there you are underneath." - maybe with Ghost or Cpt. MacTavish?

Thank you so much, have a lovely day! 🥰

—New Paint

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 5k Drabble Masterlist ࿐ྂ

╰┈➤ ❝ [Fighting to forget you, MacTavish finds comfort in whoever he can. Yet, like the layers of paint on the walls, it always peels back to you.] ❞

He saw you again when he was out at the pub, another girl on his arm. For a moment he had thought it was a trick of the light—a ghost walking down the same haunts that the two of you frequented. 

You were in your old spot again; smiling with your friends and talking, hands moving in a fast display of stories he’s sure you would have loved to tell him if he were there, too. But the problem was that he wasn’t.

John’s smirk that he had held for this new attraction for the night lost its edge, flickering down to a flat line as you tossed back your favorite drink—the one he’d ordered for you every time you came here together. You were wearing an old shirt he’d seen you buy at a boutique down the street from your house. 

The man stared, the words and loud noises fading like the backdrop of a picture. 

You. 

Why was it so hard to imagine you existed outside of what used to be? 

Your hand covers your mouth when you laugh, and John has to stop himself from telling you that you shouldn't hide your smile—but that won’t work. You’re not his anymore. 

Clearing his throat, John brings the pint to his lips and takes a long swig of it, letting the alcohol coat his stomach and spread its effects to his mind. 

He can’t remember most of the fight, and he knows he blocked out a lot of it—there were too many things said, too many moments of blind malice. But he still knew it was his fault, and that fact won’t ever leave him. 

John shimmies the woman out of his arm, stomach tight all of sudden; whatever joy that had been in his mind was gone—stolen. 

And when he looks back over to your table, he finds you standing with your friends, but you aren’t speaking to them. 

You’re looking at him. 

John freezes, face frozen into a picture of shocked nothingness. You don’t go closer—John doesn’t stand. But you both stare for a long moment of forgotten lifetimes; of memories made and the ones lost to roads less taken. 

What you both could have been together will haunt him for what little of a life he’s got left. Even if he paints over that wall, that shade of color that symbolizes you in every sense and word, it would never be enough to block you out. Every scratch would tear it away, and your pigment would always shine back through with a vengeance. 

It always would have been you. 

You blink at him, your eyes are all at once glassy as your friends filter past, moving to the door, oblivious. But only moments later your lips twitch upward, a delicate twist of flesh and a loaded gun to his head all at once. 

He hesitates, knowing that this would be the last shred of anything decent that he could have taken part in. His light in the dark…but he wasn’t yours.

So, John tinnily smiles back at you as your body pivots away, watching blankly long after your shadow has disappeared to claim its place in the recesses of his waking mind.

And he lets you go.

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[elvensorceress]

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some more of this little thing 👀

When Buck opens his eyes, someone is sitting on the couch near his feet the way Chris does. Someone who shouldn’t be here. Buck sits up frantically and stares at the vision of Eddie, healthy and beautiful and here and unharmed. 

Buck is dreaming. That’s it. Has to be. Wow, he actually fell asleep? Enough to dream? 

“Hey, Buck,” this Eddie says softly, and it sounds so real. It’s gentle and loving and full of warmth like Eddie always is when they talk. 

Buck reaches for him. He sits up and needs to hug him, hold him, feel him alive and breathing on his own. But when Buck reaches him, he touches nothing. There’s nothing to touch. 

He’s dreaming. It’s a vision. Nothing solid. Buck sags and sits back on his side of the couch and stares instead. Maybe looking at whole, healthy beautiful Eddie will somehow manifest this into reality. “You’re not real. You’re not here. I’m dreaming, right? And talking to myself? Apparently.”

“Either that or I am,” Eddie says. 

Buck hadn’t considered that. Maybe Buck is the one who isn’t real. Maybe none of this is real and the whole of his existence is in his mind. Or in the mind of someone else? 

Who knows. It’s too convoluted and too much to think about. But he’s read about this happening before. Someone’s loved one in the hospital, near death, and how their family had dreams or visions of them visiting. Maybe relaying messages. Maybe offering a comforting presence. Maybe nothing but the imagination of a mind wrecked by tragedy. Doesn’t really matter either way. 

“Why are you here? Buck asks him even if he’s talking to himself. 

Eddie swallows and looks pained. And so real. So, so vividly real. Even if nothing is real anymore. “I wanted to be with you.”

Buck reaches for him again because he has to. Eddie offers his hand in return this time. 

Their fingers go through each other. Not touching. Nothing to feel. Nothing tangible. 

They can’t touch.

Why would they? Even in a dream, they don’t get to have anything of each other. 

“Please don’t die,” Buck says. 

Eddie gives him a pained smile. “I’m trying really hard not to.” 

Buck knows that. He knows Eddie would fight. Is fighting. He had to say it anyway. “Why did you— why? I mean I know it’s our job and that’s what we do. But what happened? Why— why was it like that? Why did it end up like that?” 

Did you do it on purpose? Did you sacrifice yourself to save Tommy? Did you do that?

Eddie looks away from him, exactly how real Eddie would. He shrugs. As if it’s nothing. As if it’s just an accident. As if there was no emotion behind anything. “I know you need him. I wasn’t going to let you lose him.”

Buck closes his eyes, bends his head, and just wants to cry again like he has been for more than two weeks. “Eddie,” he sobs and clutches himself around his chest, around his own body since he can’t touch Eddie. “I need you, too. I can’t— This isn’t okay. This is worse. This is so much worse. Not that I want it the other way. It would have killed me, too. But. I can’t do this. I can’t lose you. I need you, too.”

“I figured,” Eddie says quietly. So quiet and strained and absent and distant. Too distant. “If you had to choose. You already chose. You picked him. I couldn’t let you lose him.” 

At this point, Buck isn’t sure which is worse— if this is real and what Eddie really thinks or if this is his own mind telling him what he already feels guilty about. 

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[lvlyhao]

PAC: what are your dreams telling you?

Hello, lovely people! Wow, this was SUCH a positive reading for all piles, I was honestly shocked, but good for y’all haha Also, I’ve been in an Ateez mood lately, so enjoy these beautiful men

♡ Please follow, like and reblog if this resonated with you so I can do more fun readings like this in the future. My paid comissions are open! ♡

How do I choose a pile?

Take a deep breath or two, close your eyes, and focus on the question we’re asking the cards today. Then, take a look at the images above. Which one of them calls your name?

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If you chose San, welcome to pile 1!

Song: treasure (ATEEZ)

Card: 10 of cups

Wow, ok. This is a very direct message here with both the song and the 10 of cups coming up. It looks like you may have been dreaming about your future with a certain someone lately. It does feel like someone you’ve known for a while, but it doesn’t necessarily mean you’re in union right now. I feel like they might be physically away from you too. It could be the case that they’re travelling or you just haven’t been spending time together. You could also be childhood friends, or maybe you know them from school. It’s like you’re spending your awake time wondering about all the “what if’s” that could come into your life if your relationship went into the next level, and this is actually an amazingly positive prospect. There is no greater emotional fulfillment than this card, my darlings. I’m honestly excited for you!

If you’ve been wondering whether to make a move or not, your dreams are straight up giving you the green light. Go for it! This is about an absolutely fantastic person, who is going to treasure you beyond what you could have ever imagined. They know your value and so do you, so the future you see for the two of you could very well happen in real life. If you know who Spirit is talking about here, I beg you to NOT be afraid of commitments with them. Now, if you’re not sure, it could be that your dreams about them haven’t happened just yet, but they will. Trust yourself and your heart at this moment.

If you chose Wooyoung, welcome to pile 2!

Song: i’m the one (ATEEZ)

Card: queen of cups

The Queen of cups came right out for you, pile 2, and I’m hearing a very clear message about the next few months. It could be that you haven’t been satisfied with where you are right now in life. This could be regarding your personal relationships, your work, studies, anything, really. You just feel stuck and like you can’t seem to feel good about yourself, and that’s fine. What this card is telling me, however, is that the time has come for you to show some compassion and love for yourself. In this case, that means getting your life together and cleaning up your act. The Queen beckons you to create your favorite version of yourself, and to not let past experiences define you anymore.

The past is the past. It’s quite literally water under the bridge, and what went away will not come back. Starting soon (when you feel ready) and from then on, you gotta treat yourself like the main character. You are the one!! You can be the person you’ve always wanted to be. That you already exists somewhere within. So hold your head high and decide where to start. If you’re looking for a physical glow up, this could mean working out and implementing more things to your diet, like fruits or vegetables. If you’re looking for a mental glow up, She advises tons of meditation and spending time outside to connect with the world around you. You are entering the best era of your life.

If you chose Hongjoong, welcome to pile 3!

Song: illusion (ATEEZ)

Card: temperance

My dears, it seems that you might be having quite a mixed bag of dreams and nightmares lately. Either that or you haven’t been feeling well-rested. The Temperance tells me you’re trying to balance out having fun and taking good care of your body and soul, but it’s been difficult. I get it. It’s easy to fall back into old habits while trying to build new ones, but don’t let that get you down.

What this card tells me is that you’re on the right path, and you’re doing the right thing. There’s no need to doubt that. What you do need, however, is to be more patient with yourself. Taking one or two steps back sometimes doesn’t mean you haven’t made any progress. The progress is still there, and it will start to show soon if you just persist. This could also be about manifesting, if you’re into that. Maybe you’ve been going back and forth between thinking ‘I got this’ and then spiraling, wondering why you don’t see any movement. I’m telling you right now: there IS movement. Don’t fall for the illusion that you’re doing it wrong! Getting out of your own head could also be good for you now. All this self-reflection sometimes makes us look inwards a bit too much, so spend some time with your friends, family, and/or pets.

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[crimsonwritings]

Flames in our hearts - Prologue

Pairing: Cassian x female reader

Summary: Cassian and Y/N both have to let their partners go.

Warnings: angst, some kind of panic attacks

Words: 2.4k

A/N: It’s finally here! The first part of my firefighter Cassian fic. I’m so sorry that I wasn’t able to post this earlier but I was overthinking which resulted in a writers block. I’ll try to post the next parts more regularly from now on. Hope you enjoy!

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Y/N´s POV:

“So this is it then.”

Four years ago I would have never believed that him and I would ever be in this situation. Sitting in our small town café, nothing but an untouched glass of water in front of me, because I was physically incapable of consuming anything right now. Him being placed in the seat opposite of me, staring at the wall, the table and the wall again. Anywhere to avoid my gaze.

It probably looked like a break up scene straight out of a movie. Even the weather seemed to play along, as the sky was filled with dark grey clouds, rain pouring down to the earth. If angels existed I imagined those raindrops to be their tears as they mourned over the pieces of my shattered relationship. I wanted them to drown my emotions until I wouldn’t feel any of this pain right now. And if it meant that I wouldn’t be able to feel anything ever again so be it. I couldn’t care less.

“Yeah. This is it,” he answered. I knew that this decision wasn’t easy for him, could hear it in his silent, shaking voice. How much time had we actually spent together? One third of our lives? First as friends, before it had turned into something more, something intimate - something vulnerable.

He had been my first everything and oh, how I had wanted him to be my last. The one and only, like those fairytales always swoon about. Some part of me still wanted him to be just that. But fairytales aren’t real and my teenage dreams had to concede their space in my head to the cruel realities of this world.

“It used to be so easy with us but now…it just doesn’t feel like it did at the beginning. You became so distant and I know that to an extent it’s my fault but I don’t know what to do anymore. It’s frustrating me. I can’t live like this anymore. And it wouldn’t be fair to you either.”

How generous of him. Breaking up with me to spare my feelings. I didn’t know why it caused a rumble of anger to drive through my body. Didn’t I feel the exact same thing? Wasn’t it me who had questioned our relationship over the past months?

At least he was able to set me free. I on the other hand felt like a snake, meandering around his body and pushing my fangs in his skin, even though I knew I would poison him with my insecurities. I just couldn’t let go.

Because that was my greatest fear. Being left by someone I loved, someone who was supposed to love me back. It had made me doubt him at some point, when he had disappointed me one to many times with such little things. Suddenly I hadn’t been able to see the good things anymore, only the bad, which had resulted in me emotionally distancing myself, snapping at him when he told me I was a fool for doing so.

And now here we were, in the middle of that small town café, knowing that we weren’t able to make each other happy anymore. One side being controlled by her fears, the other driven by frustration, annoyance maybe. I couldn’t even blame him for feeling this way. For I couldn’t stand myself either. What used to be a loving relationship became a downward spiral pretty fast.

I knew that this was right. That I had to let him go to hopefully find his happiness, even if it meant that he would end up with someone else. If she could appreciate everything he had to offer then he was hers to claim, not mine. But why did it feel so damn wrong? Why was the thought of somebody else living my dreams with him worse than what we had now?

The merciless feeling of my panic rising up consumed me whole. I knew it all to well. It always started with that lump in my throat, swelling on and on until I feared I couldn’t breath anymore. It then resulted in a gag, as if my body tried to get rid of it by throwing up. Meanwhile I could feel the tears lining up, threatening to spill but never doing so, not granting me that sort of relief. I could feel the familiar cold running over my skin, causing me to shiver. My hands were already shaking so hard I had to grab the chair beneath me, so nobody would notice.

Calm down Y/N. Don’t you dare let them see your weakness. Nobody wants to see it.

But no matter how many deep breaths I inhaled to calm myself down, it didn’t work.

I wasn’t strong enough for this. I couldn’t let him go. Instead I needed him to take me in his arms, soothing me that everything would be all right, that he had overreacted and that we would work on it. Like we had promised each other so many times before.

My voice trembled as I begged him, “Please! I will become the girl you fell in love with again! All I need is time!”

Something deep down in me protested. Questioned why I had to beg him to love me. Why it was so important for me to be loved by him.

I didn’t listen. All I could hear were his final words.

“Stop making this any harder than it already is. You assured me of this so many times but I can’t believe you anymore. And it wouldn’t matter anyway. My love for you is gone Y/N. I feel nothing…I’m sorry.”

Something inside of me shattered at his words. Maybe it was the hope I still had left. To mend this. To get out of this nightmare. But now there was nothing left. He had made his choice and I could do absolutely nothing about it.

I couldn’t stand it anymore. Neither the beat of my heart getting painfully fast nor my breath being so flat that I feared I would faint. The tears started to run down my cheeks - finally - but it caused embarrassment to flow through me as I felt the stares of the strangers around me, starring and judging.

I almost jumped up from my seat and stormed out of the cafe, away from the pity and the pain.

He didn’t try to stop me.

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Cassian’s POV:

“Say that again.” His words came out in a gasp.

He didn’t know how they had ended down here. Only a few minutes ago he had felt as if he could touch the sun! Finally, after so many years of pining after it, his life had become perfect, giving him wings of jauntiness! But it seemed like he had gotten to close to the radiant heat of the burning star, for now it felt like those exact wings had caught fire, causing him to race down towards the ground, to the predict of a devastating crash.

She alone could save him now.

But instead of throwing him something to grab onto in his fall she definitively shredded his wings to pieces, robbing him of any chance to survive.

“It’s over Cassian. I’m breaking up with you.”

There were no tears in her eyes as she said it. No signs of doubt on her face. She was sure in her decision and seemed utterly cold about it. Like an ice queen she stood in front of him, wearing the mask she had always worn to protect herself. Every time she couldn’t stand the overwhelming emotions around her. Cassian couldn’t help but find it majestic, how she stood her ground, watching him slowly crumble in himself.

The shock must have been evident on his face, he was sure about it. He felt like he couldn’t move. He wanted to tear his eyes from her icy stare but no matter how hard he tried, his body wouldn’t allow him to. All he was capable of doing was holding on to the balcony railing of his apartment.

In the corner of his eye he saw the lights of the city he called his home. There was a musician playing on the streets somewhere, he could hear the happy melody in the distance. Usually he would have loved it. It all seemed like a mockery to him now.

“But…I don’t understand! I thought we were happy!”

As the realisation started to settle in he could feel the panic rising up. The ringing in his ears became louder and louder and he had to resist the urge to shut them with his hands, even though he knew that it wouldn’t help one bit. Otherwise he would have missed her next words.

“Happy?! Do you really think I’m happy with everyone trying to change me the whole time?”

There was anger in her eyes now, a little spark that could turn into a wildfire if he didn’t take care. He had seen it a million times already. That fiery anger that threatened to eat her alive. It always resulted in her sending the flames towards her opponents, mixed with nothing but cold, brutal calculation.

“You know that it’s true Cassian. They all want me to be that cheerful little girl who loves to go on family adventures and gets along with everybody and keeps quiet about all the things that go wrong with you all. But I’m not. I hate pretending that I like them. And I most certainly hate that they only see Feyre’s sister or your girlfriend in me. Especially Rhysand!”

“He doesn’t do that and you know it! All he is trying to do is to integrate you. And if you wouldn’t be so god damn stubborn about it you would see it!”

Something had switched in Cassian, he didn’t even realise it. All of a sudden the shock had turned into anger. He stepped towards her, fists clenched and eyes squinted.

She didn’t back down. Instead she stabbed her finger in his chest and bared her teeth, ready to fight back. “You’re only proving my point! You’re doing it again! Defending him! It’s always like this, you’re always on his side!”

“Can you blame me? He is the only family I have left! I owe him so much, hell we wouldn’t even live in this apartment without him!”

“Should I be thankful for this now? It’s only a reminder that we are completely dependent on him. All I did over the past years was trying to match his expectations. I really tried, for you! But I can’t do this anymore! I don’t even know who I am anymore!”

“So the only solution for you is to break up with me? Throwing me away when I’m not of use for you any longer?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Cassian.” She turned around and stormed into their shared bedroom, Cassian right on her heels. When he saw all of her stuff packed up in some suitcases the panic returned. He could feel his heart beating rapidly and he had to hold onto the door frame as he slightly stumbled at the sight.

“Where…where are you going?”

“Eris offered me to stay in his family’s summer house. He’ll pick me up in a thew minutes and you won’t follow me!”

She had planned this then. Had made her decision, when exactly? Days ago? Weeks ago? Leaving him, without even giving him the chance to explain himself or making things right with her. He would change if he needed to. All she had to do was talk to him, telling him what he could do better. Yet all of it wouldn’t lead to anything, because she had given up a long time ago.

What hurt the most though was the fact that she trusted another man more than she trusted him. Of course Eris would have offered to help her. That viper had tried to lure her in even before she had chosen Cassian. But why did she ran into his arms when Cassian was right here, willing to catch her like he had done so many times before?

When Nesta reached the door again, he stepped in front of her. He needed an answer. He needed to know if there was even the smallest chance of winning, should he fight for her.

„Tell me Nes, I won’t let you go otherwise. I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me that you don’t love me anymore.“

One last time she looked up to him with those beautiful steel blue eyes. He desperately searched for any sign of emotion in them. Hell, he would even take all of her anger again. At least this would mean that she still cared about him. But it seemed like she didn’t feel anything anymore as she made his nightmare come true.

„I don’t love you anymore. Goodbye Cassian.“

There it was, that final crash. He had hit the ground now, forced to watch her pass him and leave the apartment, not able to reach out for her, even though an inner voice screamed for him to hold her back.

It felt like an out of body experience. He could feel everything. The tears that ran down his cheeks. His knees giving in, causing him to sink to the ground against the wall. He could hear his sobs and pleas for her to come back. Yet everything was distant, covered under a blanket of devastating pain.

He didn’t know how much time had passed, when he finally came back to his senses. All he knew was that he had to stop her.

He got up on his wobbly legs and hustled out of the door on the floor of the apartment building screaming with everything his shaky voice could offer: „Nesta! NESTA!“.

But it was to late. She was gone. She had left him, like everyone else had done. He was all alone again.

When the old lady, who lived next door stepped out of her apartment at his screaming he gathered all his strength and made his way back into his own flat.

Entering the living room he saw a small black velvet box lying on the bookshelf. She hadn’t found it like he had planned. She hadn’t looked for it.

He could hear the box giggle at his misery, mocking him. He knew it was all in his head but he couldn’t stand it anyway. So, as the anger boiled up in him again, he grabbed the box, stepped out on the balcony - and with a yell he threw it into the river down below.

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[ponderingmoonlight]

Luck in misfortune

Pairing: Megumi Fushiguro x reader

Word count: 5,4k

Synopsis: After you get seriously injured by a cursed and saved by Megumi, he begins to develop feelings for you he never imagined could exist.

Warnings: death, injury, language, hurt/comfort

The rain hangs heavy in the air this late evening, thick droplets are pattering loudly against your umbrella. While your summer dress sticks to you uncomfortably like a second skin, your feet move as fast as possible in the direction of your warm apartment. Today’s work was particularly strenuous. You curse yourself for putting on that dress. Given the fact that you know the costumers of the café you are working in after school good enough, you should have known that you’ll put yourself in uncomfortable situations. Vehemently shaking your head, trying to chase away their stupid sayings. That doesn’t matter anymore. At the end of the day you managed to earn some extra money for your family. And that’s all that matters.

In the corner of your eye you recognize a bush full of beautiful orange flowers. Your mother loves flowers, surely it would brighten up her day when you pick her a little bouquet, right? Eyeing them carefully, you are keen to pick the most beautiful ones that match her delightful personality the best.  There is nothing more important to you than your mother. Taking care of her and her illness is your highest priority since you were 10. If you earn enough money, she can undergo a new treatment and her illness could finally be cured. A thought that gets you up every morning full of energy, only to fall into bed dead tired late at night.

Your thoughts are sharply interrupted. It happens faster that you could ever react. Without a warning or a sign, you are being pushed onto the wet tarmac by a weight that seems like a ton. The air completely escapes from your lungs, you can feel your rips cracking under the pressure. What is that? Your mind races, trying to catch a glimpse of the thing that seems to crush you to death. But there is absolutely nothing. No human, no animal, no object. Your eyes widen in horror, a silent scream escapes your lips. Your vision is clouded by blood mixed with the heavy rainfalls running down your entire face.

A stinging pain begins to trace up your to that point uninjured legs. You urgently try to shake off the pain, to free yourself, to kick whatever tries to kill you off your body. But there’s nothing you can do. Instead, your eyes widen in horror while the aching inside your whole body almost drives you insane. It feels like you’re being eating alive with your attacker sitting on top of you. But how? Who? Nothing and nobody was around, you just wanted to pick up a bouquet.

Is this how your life comes to an end? Without even knowing what you’re dying of? You would have needed a few more months to scrape together the money your mother needs so urgent for her treatment. What will become of her when you’re gone? Tears stream down your face in a last desperate attempt to stand up. Your vision becomes blurry, a constant ringing begins to grow louder and louder in your ears. You feel the lack of oxygen slowly pull you away from reality, from Tokyo, from your mother, from your whole life…

Suddenly, the enormous weight on your body disappears.

“There’s a girl! Hey, are you alight?”, the voice of a boy lingers through your weak mind.

No matter how hard you try to lift your head in order to look at him, your body refuses to move entirely. Pain paralyzes you, it’s like you’ve forgotten how to breathe.

“Satoru, I found the curse and a girl fell victim to him. She’s severely injured, tell Shoko it’s an emergency and that I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

He kneels next to your head on the wet street and bends down. His beautiful eyes seem to be filled with worry, although he is very keen to hide his feelings behind a poker face.

“Don’t worry, I will take you to a good doctor, everything will be fine.”

His hands briefly caresses your cheek, before he scoops you into his arms. Your whole body begins to burn like a thousand fires, air forces itself into your lungs again and makes you breathe frantically. You can’t help but let out a toe-curling scream.

“I know, it’s okay. Calm your breathing, focus on me. Can you hear my heartbeat? Concentrate on that. Everything will be okay, I promise.”, he whispers and starts moving.

“I-I…need…to go…h-home”, you breathe out, ribs aching with every word you blurt out.

His heart beats fast but steady in his chest, somehow very peaceful…

“You need to see a doctor. What’s your name?”

“(y/n)…”

“(y/n), I know how bad all of that must be, but you gotta hold on for me, you hear? My name is Megumi”, the boy talks to you.

You find it increasingly difficult to focus on his steady heartbeat or the calming sound of his voice. Sleep. Sleep seems to be the only thing you need right now. Your heavy lids hang low on your eyes.

“Don’t fall asleep, (y/n), stay with me”, his voice demands.

“Sorry Megumi, I…just so tired…Thank y-…”, you breathe out gently.

The last thing you see is your beloved mother and her soft smile before everything went black.

“Fuck”, Megumi mutters to himself and picks up his pace. ______________________________________________________________

He was too late. His shikigami were only able to detect this curse when it appeared and buried your small frame under it. Now, your lovely blue summer dress is soaked in blood and your heartbeat keeps getting weaker. If Gojo hadn’t distracted him, he would have been with you 5 minutes earlier. 5 minutes more to cast the curse out without ever harming you. Your beautiful face looks so peaceful even though it’s covered in blood. You seem so nice, even tried to thank him for saving you. How old are you? Inspecting your body and facial features, you are probably the same age. His grip on your body tightens. It is his responsibility to save you.

“Shoko, she needs help, now!”, Megumi instructs harshly and gently lays her body down on a sickbed nearby.

“Why are you so upset, Megumi? She’s still alive after all”, the familiar voice of his sensei blurts out from the other side of the room.

“Hardly, I would say. What is wrong with you?”

“Don’t mind him, he’s just an asshole. Let me take a look at her”, Shoko interrupts while putting on her gloves and taking your side.

Megumi’s heart seems to beat out of his chest when eyeing his uniform that is now soaked in your blood. Damn, so much blood. You just can’t die. Please let Shoko be able to fix you.

“Do you like the small something, Megumi-chan? Could be your age, it’s hard to tell with girls these days”, Gojo notes playfully while observing your battered body.

“Can you just shut up already?”, Megumi shouts, running his hands through his hair frantically.

“Can you guys stop fighting? That curse basically crashed her ribcage, I’ll have to operate her so that nothing burrows into her internal organs. A laceration on her forehead, blunt trauma all over the body, otherwise she’s okay. I don’t want to get too bogged down, but I think she survives with no lasting damage”, Shoko explains briefly.

A wave of relief washes over Megumi. You will make it, he just knows it. You just need time to heal.

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Your eyes vehemently resist staying closed any longer. Blinking against the harsh light above you, you try to comprehend what is going on. Where are you? What happened? Is your mother okay? You have to get up and search for her.

But as you try to raise your torso, a sickening pain rushes through your body and takes your breath away.

“Please, don’t move. Your body is still weak and severely injured.”

That voice. You know that voice. But who does it belong to? You slowly tilt your head to the side, just enough to catch a glimpse. The boy sitting next to you has an absolutely mesmerizing face, his dark blue eyes rest on you. Is this…

“You are the boy who saved me that night…”, you breathe out.

Your voice is weak and battered with your throat being completely sore. Instantly, he grabs a glass of water holds a straw to your mouth. You take a few small gulps, the fresh water caresses your body in a way you’d never imagined.

“Please, you are too kind to me. If it wasn’t for you, I’d probably be dead by now. I owe you my life.”

Tears start to swell up in your eyes. The constant pain in your body, your life that passed you by, the unconditional kindness of a stranger. All of this seems to be too much for you.

“Please don’t cry, after all it is my job to save non-jujustu users from curses like the one that attacked you. For now, you can show your appreciation by getting healthy again”, he softly speaks out and places his hand on your shoulder.

“Curses, jujutsu?”

Your eyes widen in the light of these completely new terms. What is he talking about?

“Don’t worry about that, I’ll maybe explain that to you another time.”

Suddenly it comes over you. Your mother. She must be terribly worried. How long have you been here? A look out of the window tells you that it is daytime. You should have been home by now.

“I need to go”, you murmur.

As you try to get up, Megumi’s hands gently pushes you back down. Panic blurs your vision. What if something happens to her? When she’s worried? Does she know where you are, that you’re alright?

“I already contacted your mother and told her about the incident. She is fine and insists that you stay here until you’re well. I’m supposed to tell you not to worry and that she loves you. As soon as you feel better you can give her a call”, Megumi explains patiently.

A wave of relief washes over you. She’s alright. That’s all that matters.

“I can’t thank you enough for letting her know. You can’t imagine how much that means to me. You are a truly wonderful person, Megumi”, you whisper and gift him with the most breathtaking smile he has ever seen.

His cheeks grow hot as your sweet words repeat themselves over and over in his mind. And the sight of your inviting eyes that seem to be drenched in love and kindness.

“Oh, stop complimenting me, please”, he stutters awkwardly.

“Would you mind staying with me and telling me something about yourself?”, you request, a soft smile decorating your face.

“Well…there’s not much to tell I guess. I’m Megumi Fushiguro and a first-year student at Tokyo Jujutsu High”, he briefly clarifies.

“What is your favorite color? What is your favorite food? How old are you? Where do you live? Please, keep on talking. Your voice could calm the oceans.”

Again, that breathtaking smile. Normally, Megumi would roll his eyes in annoyance and leave you alone. But you are…so innocent and sweet. Just the thought of refusing your request triggers an uncomfortable feeling in him.

And so he sits by your bed for more than two hours and tells you stories from his life at the Jujutsu Academy, explains the phenomenon of curses, his job, how he even ended up there. You just gazed at him, laughed from time to time, almost piercing him with your questions. You tell him about the loss of your father and sister in a car accident, the illness of your mother and that you are working hard in order to finance her special treatment as she is unable to work. The determination and fire in your eyes makes his heart go soft. You truly are a delightful and resilient person, that’s for sure. You’re probably the only being in his life that Megumi has any credit for.

He watches patiently how your eyelids started to get heavier and heavier, until you finally fall asleep when he narrates a story from Gojo and him. A small smile creeps onto his lips before he can stop himself.

“Sleep well, (y/n)”, he whispers and brushes over your shoulder briefly before standing up and leaving the room to allow you some rest.

“Megumi-chan, do you have a new girlfriend? Look at that precious smile on his face, I think my boy is in love Shoko!”, Gojo cries out und theatrically puts his hand on his forehand.

Gojo’s sight alone washes the smile off Megumi’s face immediately.

“Shut up, I only kept her company because nobody else can come and visit her”, Megumi explains dryly.

“Oh, I’m sure you do. Do we need to talk about…Certain practices? I’m actually not ready to have a conversation like this with you, but-“

“I don’t need any advice from you. I go training with the others, call me when she’s awake Shoko”, Megumi interrupts dryly

“Something’s brewing there, I can sense it”, Gojo mutters to himself.

“Leave the young ones alone, Satoru. You will only scare the girl away”, Shoko replies with a sign.

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The days were always the same. Whenever you woke up, Megumi was by your side. You talked for hours about the craziest things, he even laughed a few times. Your injuries are now almost completely healed, which meant that you will leave within the next day and return to your mother, your normal life. You missed her very much even though you called her multiple times a day. But the fact that you won’t be able to chat with Megumi anymore leaves your heart shattered. Over the course of the last weeks, you grew closer to each other. You can’t imagine your life without him anymore. His sight alone makes you see stars. But you can’t bring yourself to tell him about it. After all, you were his mission and there will be many more times when he saves other people’s lives. There is no place in his life for you anymore.

“I love watching the stars. Too bad you can’t really see them over Tokyo.”

Megumi is currently unable to look at the starry sky. His gaze is fixed on you and how strikingly your eyes sparkle in the dim moonlight. God, you are so lovely. Not only because of your handsome sight, but especially because of your heart of gold. How disciplined you work just to pay for your mother’s treatment is fascinating. You are always polite, open and genuinely nice to everyone you meet. Soon, you won the hearts of Panda, Toge and even Maki with your charm. And Megumi’s heart? His heart has been yours since the moment you laid your eyes on him for the first time.

“I guess the light pollution isn’t that bad here…”, Megumi mutters in response.

“Looking at the stars in your company is so much better than alone”, you admit, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

His cheeks redden almost imperceptibly as you sink into his dark blue eyes.

“I really enjoy your company, Megumi”, you add.

“Let’s search for zodiac signs!”

Your gaze wanders to the sky again while he cannot take his eyes off you.

“That looks like a…cow!”

“I’m pretty sure a cow is no zodiac sign, (y/n).”

“You need to take a look at it, here!”

Your arm gently wraps around his while you point to the sky with your other hand.

Megumi’s heart races so loud in his chest he’s scared you can hear it. Your innocent touch burns so delightfully on his skin that he wants to pull you closer, explore you a little further, wants to get lost in your eyes forever. He can’t take his eyes off you anymore.

“Hey, you aren’t even looking”, you complain playfully.

Your eyes get stuck on his. You always knew how beautiful he actually is, but at this moment with him wearing only a casual T-Shirt and his hair a little messy, you are convinced fully that he is the most striking male being you have ever seen. The little smile on your face slowly disappears, you feel like you’re in a trance. He is so close to you, skin to skin, faces only inches apart. If you move a little closer…

“To be honest I prefer looking at you.”

You let out the air inside your lungs you didn’t know you were holding. If you weren’t already sitting, you’d probably be on your knees by now in excitement. No boy has ever said such a thing to you, especially one you feel the same way about.

“Would you…Would you mind to hold me a little closer?”, you mumble under your breath, face growing unbearably hot.

He inhales rapidly at your words. You want him to hold you? Him?

“I-if you i-insist…I guess I c-can”, he stutters.

You scoop a little closer, your sides now touching completely. Megumi’s arms slowly breaks free from your hold and ghosts over your back until it's wrapped around you. Shivers run down your spine uncontrollably. God, he’s touching you, he’s holding you in his arm. You hesitantly put your head on his shoulder. He smells so nice with his heat warming you from the inside. You never knew what it feels like to be in a boy’s arms but Megumi’s touch is surely addicting.

“Like that?”, he questions unusual insecure.

“That is absolutely perfect. I…have never done this”, you admit.

You have to close your eyes for a second to take in this precious moment fully. Who would have thought that such a bad accident would result in something so wonderful?

“I think you are my luck in misfortune, Megumi.”

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“Are you okay, Panda?”, you call across the training field, voice filled with concern after Maki kicked him hard.

Last night was truly flawless. You two sat like that on the roof for a few hours until you finally fell asleep and woke up again this morning in your room. Just thinking about him makes butterflies fly all around you, you couldn’t sit still any longer. When will he show up for training?

“Don’t worry about me, (y/n), I’m alright!”

“Hey, I didn’t expect you here so soon.”

His voice makes your heart skips a beat. Instantly, you turn around to soak in Megumi’s beautiful sight. He’s wearing his tracksuit again, ready for joining the practice. You love watching him training, his movements are so elegant and strong.

“Nice to see you, Shoko freed me earlier as everything seems fine. She said that I can be released tomorrow”, you reply with a small smile.

“Oh, that’s great. You must be so glad to finally leave this place.”

“Well…I am in between, to be honest. On one hand, it’s a relief to finally be close to my mother again and that I can go back to work. But on the other hand that means that I’ll have to leave you although I grew very fond of you”, you explain shyly.

Your face heats up in an instant. You have never told him so directly that you will miss him. Could you meet again? Could he visit you? What does he think about last night? Should you address your feelings?

“You shouldn’t work from morning to night, (y/n). Especially after the incident”, he replies dryly.

“Do you think you will come visit me?”, you ask with a hopeful voice

“I don’t have time for that, (y/n). It was my mission to save you and I have fulfilled it.”

Your heart sinks into your chest. He completely ignored your words and he has never spoken to you with so little affection. What about last night? You laid in his arms until you fell asleep, you would have sworn that he…likes you too.

Suddenly, you want to get away. Away from the field, away to your room, especially away from his overwhelming presence. Of course you knew that he probably wouldn’t as strongly as you do, but you didn’t expect it to leave him so emotionless, that he really only sees you as a mission. “I-I…I thought that I am more than just a mission for you. After all, we spent so much time together and last night I-“

“(y/n), he interrupts you coldly.

“It was never more.”

You swallow hard. That punch in your feelings probably hurt more than any broken ribs. You have to get out of here. You put on a little cramped smile and turn away from Megumi.

“Please excuse me, I go to my room and rest a little. Enjoy the training, bye”, you call, so your words reach Maki, Panda and Toge as well.

“You idiot”, Maki hisses through gritted teeth and gazes at Megumi condescending who looks at you lost in thought.

“Unfortunately, this time I have to agree with Maki”, Panda interjects, shaking his head.

“Salmon.”

“What did I do?”, Megumi questions, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

Maki slaps his head hardy.

“What you did? You brushed her off, moron.”

“Such a nice girl, why don’t you let yourself get close to her? I’ve seen the looks you exchanged. Even a panda doesn’t miss this. And what exactly happened last night?”

“She has no feelings for me, there is no reason for that. (y/n) is just very grateful to me for saving her life.”

“She loves you, goddamn!”, Maki blurts out impatiently.

“How could she? Stop meddling in my life!”, he snaps unusual irritated.

“I couldn’t care less about your life, idiot. I have sympathy for (y/n) whose feelings you have hurt for no reason. Nobody knows what happened between you both, but apparently it made her gather all her courage and indirectly confess her feelings to you, which you have trampled on. She’ll be gone tomorrow, you get that? Can you really live with the fact that she will always think you see her as a mission? You’re lucky that a girl like her developed feelings for you at all.”

Megumi can’t take it anymore. Without another word, he turns on his heels and just walks away.

Fuck, his mind is racing. Hurting you is the last thing he wants to do, but he’s just not good enough. He has no time, is in constant mortal danger and most importantly, he has no idea how to show you his feelings in the way you deserve it. You are so lovely, you deserve so much more than him. Pushing you away is the price he needs to pay for you to be happy, even though it means hurting you first.

“Why are you not working out, Megumi-chan? (y/n) must be waiting for you”, Gojo purrs.

No, not him. Satoru is the last person he wants to see right now.

“None of your fucking business.”

“Oh, so feisty. Maybe that’s why (y/n) seemed so troubled when I saw her.”

“I don’t care about her”, Megumi hisses back.

Oh, what a big lie that was. If he tells himself that often enough, he might believe himself at some point.

“Come on, you can’t lie to me. That’s not the problem, is it?”

“I can’t make her happy, okay? I’d rather disappoint her now than later.”

Megumi’s eyes are glued to the ground, trying desperately to banish the images from last night from his mind. Your cute little laugh, the way you felt so right in his arms, as if you always belonged to his side. He saw the affection you hold for him in your eyes, clearly. But he deserves none of it. Not your time, your presence, your touch. You’re better off alone.

“Well, you can’t make her happy by breaking her heart, obviously. Does not work like that, trust your sensei. Go and talk to her, it’s not too late womanizer.”

With that, Satoru is gone.

“Fuck”, Megumi hisses to himself, hands resting against his temple.

What if Gojo is right, though? A small voice in his head wonders if he really couldn’t make you happy after all, if he shouldn’t at least try. You looked so breathtaking cheerful while he was holding you. Is this really enough for you?

Maybe…Maybe he should talk to you.

You stare at the ceiling, silent tears running down your face. You feel so stupid, thinking that you really mean something to him. After all, Megumi has far more important things to do than indulge his feelings. He is very important to so many people, there is just no space left for you in his life.

“You are my mission.”

But still…Your eyes swell up with tears again, whole body shaking in sadness. But still you had a spark of hope left. The way he held you in his arms last night made you feel a way you never experienced before. Just the thought of going through something like that with another boy makes you shake your head vehemently in protest.

You want no one but Megumi. Sadly, he doesn’t want you.

The hesitant knock on your door makes you startle up in bed. You panicky wipe the tears from your face and jump out of bed. Who could that be? Shoko didn’t want to see you once more today, Mr. Satoru has to go on an important mission. Is it Maki and Panda? The training is still going…

“Give me a second!”, you shout while hectically trying to make yourself look passable.

“It’s me, (y/n). Can I come in?”

Your heart skips a beat. Megumi? Why is he here? You don’t want him to see your puffy cheeks and bloodshot eyes.

“Y-yes”, you breathe out automatically.

There he stands, gaze facing the ground with his hands in the pockets of his tracksuit. He doesn’t look like he’s been working out today. Your mind begins to race. Why is he here? Did something happen? Please don’t let him bring up your previous conversation…

“About earlier…”, he mutters.

“Please don’t worry, I totally understand! No need to talk about it further!”, you quickly interrupt.

“(y/n) I-“

“You have such an important job, so it’s only logical that you don’t have time for such things-“

“(y/n), please let me-“

“I’d probably just be a burden to you! You deserve better anyway. With caring for my mother and because I work so much, I’m definitely quite a burden…I’m sorry fo-”

“(Y/N)!”

Your big eyes stare at him in shock at the sound of his loud voice. Finally, his gaze meets yours as he runs his fingers through his hair.

“Would you finally listen”, he mutters, face turning red.

“I’m sorry, go ahead”, you breathe out.

“I rejected you because I don’t think I’m good enough for you. You are so kind, tender, self-scarifying, funny, sweet, beautiful…I-I’m none of that. I’m here to tell you that you are more than a mission to me, you are the most beautiful girl I ever laid my eyes on, your character is made out of pure gold, I-…(y/n) I’m…I’m in love with you!”, he blurts out.

You can hardly believe your ears. Did he just say that he…loves you? You are truly too stunned to speak, eyes wide in shock as you stare at him in disbelief. Are you dreaming? Maybe you fell asleep after laying down. Can this really be true? Oh, how you would like that…

“Please say something, (y/n)”, he presses out, face now blood red.

Your lips refuse to part, it seems like the only thing you can let speak now are gestures. Without thinking twice you sprint forward and close the gap between the both of you. Your head rests on his chest as you wrap your arms around his torso and hug him like your life depends on it. God, he feels so good, his slightly sweet and pleasant scent caresses your nose just like last night. You wish you could stand here forever, him between your arms, forgetting everything around you. After his cruel words this afternoon, you thought you would ever experience this again.

“I’m so sorry for hurting you”, he whispers into your hair.

His one arm wraps itself around your shoulder while his other hand presses your head gently closer to his chest. You can feel his breath softly strokes your ear and sends a shiver down your spine.

“How could you ever think that you are not good enough for me? You’ve been my first thought in the morning and my last at night since you took me here. My luck in misfortune, the best thing that could have happened to me that evening. Megumi, I love you too”, it gushes out of you.

You slightly lift your head to catch a glimpse of his dark blue orbs. Oh, you could spend hours just staring into his striking eyes, it is so easy to get lost in his sight. Your hands lightly roam to his shoulders and wrap around his neck. His eyes meet yours and you catch your breath as he stares at your lips. Will he kiss you? Never in your life have you seriously thought about kissing a boy. But seeing him so unfocussed in front of you, his breath caught between his open mouth and his black hair clustered all over his face, it’s like you never wanted anything more in your life than to kiss Megumi Fushiguro.

“Can I kiss you?”, he breathes out, his face only inches away from your own.

You whole body shakes in excitement. This is the moment you’ve been waiting for.

“That would be nice…”

You close your eyes automatically when his lips finally brush against yours. So light, so sweet, so innocent. Your grip around his neck strengthens, pulling him even closer against your body. His hands linger around your back, gripping you tightly. As if in trance, you follow his cautious movements. God, it feels so good, way better than you expected.

He pulls his lips from yours, breathing heavily. You can’t help but smile like an idiot at his sight. He kissed you. Megumi kissed you!

“Thank you for apologizing”, you note and burry your face back in his chest.

Could you have better luck? Megumi seems to be everything you ever dreamed of and so much more.

“This is how I apologize as often as you want”, he speaks out softly.

“If so, maybe I need an apology again…”

Bonus

You sign as you look at your watch. Today’s work is so busy again that it is already past midnight when you enter the small apartment you live in. However, working overtime means that you can raise the money for your mother’s treatment more quickly.

“There you are my darling, I’ve been so worried”, your mother’s weak voice speaks out.

“Mother, I told you not to wait until I return. You should be in bed”, you gently reprimand her and pull her into a hug.

“Megumi was visiting here tonight and was waiting for you. I am assigned to give you this letter and ask you to open it yourself. I’m going to bed now, sleep tight sweetheart.”

“Good night mother”, you reply lost in thought.

A letter? You didn’t even know that your boyfriend would visit you today. You hesitantly open the letter and pull out a note.

Stop working so much, you are still not completely healthy. Maybe this helps. Love you.

Looking at the remaining content of the letter makes you nauseas.

Money. A lot of money. A whole heap of money. Your hands begin to tremble while your mind tries to process the fact that Megumi sent you money.

Maybe this helps.

Your eyes widen in shock, fingers tracing along the single bills. 1,2,3…

It’s enough.

With your savings and the money in the envelope you have enough money for your mother’s treatment.

Tears start to swell up your eyes, lips trembling as you desperately try to hold back a cry. How can you ever thank him enough?

I don’t know what to say. God, I love you so much. That means a lot to me. Thank you Megumi, I owe you my life!

 You will definitely get the money back though

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk megumi #megumi fushiguro #megumi x reader #jujutsu megumi #fushiguro #fushiguro megumi #megumi x you #megumi x y/n #megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi fushiguro x you #megumi fluff

[heartz4wonnie]

what if..?

niki x reader

authors note- i love this picture of niki sm also this whole imagine is being written on a whim off the top of my head starting….now.

genre- fluff, best friends to lovers, niki is head over heels.

it’s been weird. niki can’t explain the feelings he’s feeling. since when did his best friend look so beautiful? since when did he start getting nervous around her, his palms sweaty, his sentences laced with slight stutters? since when did he feel butterflies in his stomach whenever she hugged him, or laughed, or over all just existed in front of him? he doesn’t know. but he does know that the one thing occupying his thoughts and seeping into his heart is you.

“niki!!” he turned around seeing you running up to him, backpack slung over on one shoulder, hands carrying a small bag and two coffees. even though you were lowkey struggling, juggling all the the things in your arms, niki stood and stared at you in awe. like always, the sight of you made his heart pound. “niki! a little help?” blinking he speed walks to you, taking the ice coffees and plastic bag from your hands.

“ooh! you got kimbap? and bunggeoppang? sweet!” he was sorting through the baggy of snacks that you brought with you while sipping on his coffee. walking beside him, you giggle at his excitement. “yep! we can eat them later at your house.” niki smiles at you and grabs your hand, surprised at his own action he blushes a little before saying, “let’s get going then, i’m starving”

~

the way you saw it, niki’s house never changed. every time you walked in you were met with a breeze of comfort and nostalgia. it didn’t matter how many times you’ve been in his house before, you were always feeling overwhelming happiness inside his walls. walking upstairs and entering his room you set your backpack on the floor next to his bed and sat on the floor, taking out all the food you bought while his scent surrounded you.

“give me that bunggeoppang y/n, i can’t wait to just shove it in my mouth” you laugh at him and give him his food, watching with a smile on your face as he quite literally snarfs down the whole thing in three bites. “geez niki breathe. it’s not going anywhere.” your laugh was one of niki’s favorite things. listening to it made him feel so many emotions inside his body, he started wondering if all of this was even good for him. being the cause of your laugh just made it all worse. i mean, how much can a boy’s heart handle?

still smiling you sip on your coffee looking out the window at the, now setting, sun. “niki?” you call. he looks up at you raising his eyebrows expectantly. “can we go on your balcony it looks so pretty out there right now.”

~

sitting on blankets laid out on the balcony with stuffed animals in between your arms, you sighed in content letting the breeze flow through your hair, a soft grin decorating your face. you stared at the sunset, while niki stared at you. “gosh it’s so pretty.” you whispered. “so pretty.” niki repeated, eyes still on you. a blanket of silence draped over the two of you as you continued admiring the sunset. (niki continuing to admire you.) not being able to take it anymore niki let out a soft whisper. “what if..”

you turned your head to look over at him, making eye contact as you waited for him to finish his sentence. “hm?” niki swallows and turns his head away exhaling quietly. you tilt your head. “niki?” he lets out another breath and turns back to face you eyes filled with something you couldn’t identify. “what if i kissed you?” you froze. you felt your cheeks burning up.

you’ve always liked niki, and if this was a sign he possibly felt the same way you couldn’t let the opportunity slip from your fingers. “then i’d kiss you back.” nodding slightly niki leans forward and grasps your cheek, placing his lips on yours.

it felt like a million sparks flew in that moment. niki could feel your smile through the kiss, making him smile as well. two seconds later he was giggling, and so were you. the two of you didn’t know exactly what was so funny, it was just pure bliss. niki now had you as his, and he was yours, and he didn’t want anything else in the world. not even a million bunggeoppangs.

#enha fluff #enhypen fluff #enhypen imagines #ni ki enhypen #niki fluff #enhypen x female reader #fanfic #nishimura riki #niki scenarios #niki x y/n

[loveshotzz]

CLOSER - One Shot.

Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader

Summary: AU 1994: You have been playing this game of cat and mouse with the Corroded Coffin front man Eddie Munson for a few weeks now when his band would wander into the club after playing a show. Neither one of you willing to admit defeat and make the first move. Instead you let him eye fuck you for hours on the dance floor. You refuse to lose. Not to a rockstar.

Warnings: This is absolute filth. 18 plus only, minors do not enter. Slight dom!Eddie/ dom!/sub! Reader. Unprotected sex, swearing, fingering, slight cum play.

Author’s note: Just something I thought about late one night listening to this song. I always felt like Eddie would love the 90’s early 2000’s rock scene. Song is linked at the bottom if you haven’t heard it.

Tag list: @emotionaldreamer @eddiesprincess86 @run-up-that-hilll @hyperfixationgirl

The bass of Nine Inch Nails Closer vibrated under the thick platform of your thigh high boots Your eyes scanning the VIP tables that were closed off along the edges of the dance floor. Searching for the big brown eyes you came here for.

You have been playing this game of cat and mouse with the Corroded Coffin front man Eddie Munson for a few weeks now when his band would wander into the club after playing a show. Neither one of you willing to admit defeat and make the first move. Instead you let him eye fuck you for hours on the dance floor. Every week your dresses would get shorter and skimpier trying to break his resolve. You refuse to lose. Not to a rockstar.

Tonight your black velvet dress barely leaves anything to the imagination. The hem resting at the top of your thighs, a slit on the right side showing the leather garter wrapped around you. Your tits on full display, a black choker wrapped around your neck connected in the middle by a metal heart. You were going to break him tonight.

You see his dark, long curly messy hair before you see his eyes but when you do they are already on you. Hungry and devouring. He found you first.

The big black boots on his feet are menacing, his leather clad legs spread wide. A simple white shirt fitting every muscle like it was altered for his body, the short sleeves are cuffed giving you the perfect few of his tattooed covered arms. His fingers littered in chunky rings are clasped together resting over his plump lips, dark eyes watching you intently over his knuckles. He’s ready for his show.

You let me violate you.

You let me desecrate you.

You let me penetrate you.

You decide you’re going to acknowledge him tonight, something you’ve never done before. Maintaining eye contact you start swaying you hips to the beat of the music. Biting your your pierced glossed lip you wiggle your fingers at him.

You see his posture straighten slightly at your gesture his hands moving lower giving you a glimpse of the smirk spreading over his face. He raises a few fingers back at you. Still he doesn’t move.

This was going to be harder then you thought.

You let your hands wander up the smooth skin of your thighs squeezing lightly as they make their way up your body going over the curves of your breasts, your long black nails grazing your nipples feeling them perk at the sensation.

This has him sitting up, leg bouncing, his hands aren’t blocking his face anymore giving you a perfect view of the jaw you would love to trace with your tongue. His ringed fingers gripping the arms of his chair hard enough to see the whites of his knuckles. His control is resolving.

It’s working.

Closing your eyes you get lost in the sound of Trent Reznor’s voice, your small hands making work all over your body, nails dragging over your exposed skin. You spin around so your back is facing him, you want him to get a good view of your ass. You opted to for-go your panties tonight.

I wanna fuck you like an animal, I wanna feel you from the inside.

I wanna fuck you like an animal, my whole existence is flawed.

You get me closer to god.

You raise your hands in the air, twisting your hips in a way that you know has him hypnotized. The bottom of your dress rising up, giving him a glimpse of the lack fabric underneath. You turn to face him again licking your lips.

The look he’s giving you is so intense you have to close your eyes again your own resolve in question now. You can feel your arousal start to coat the inside of your thighs. He was fucking trouble.

You can have my isolation.

You can have the hate that it brings.

You can have my absence of faith.

You can have my everything.

The smell of cigarettes and cologne hit you like a tidal wave. You don’t even have to open your eyes to know he’s in front of you. His fingers gripping your waist so tightly you feel the bite of his metal rings in your sides. You open your eyes, he’s looking at you like he wants to eat you alive. You can’t help when you squeeze your thighs together, picking up on it, a knowing smile creeps up on his plump lips. He pulls you flush against him and you can feel everything. Your little show has him rock hard, his leather pants not hiding anything from you.

You can feel his hot breath on your neck making a shiver run down your spine. His mouth so close to you, you can feel his lips ghost against the shell of your ear. Inhaling your scent deeply.

“You like torturing me sweetheart?” His voice is like velvet and it goes straight to your throbbing cunt.

He doesn’t let you answer him before he pushes you against the wall in the back corner of the dance floor. You’re only slightly concealed by the lack of lights. The bass of the music is so loud vibrates against the walls shooting through your body. His musk even more overpowering, he was every where. He pushes your legs apart with his knee, resting himself between you hips all you would have to do is push forward a little and your hot center would be pressed against the muscle of his thigh. His hands grabbing yours roughly pinning them over your head. Once he gets you where he wants you he holds your small wrists with one hand, his free one ghosts over your curves until they reach the bare skin of your thigh. His finger tips find your garter tugging at it slightly.

“You wear this for me?” His are eyes holding a mischievous look, a smug grin breaking across his face.

“Wouldn’t you be so lucky.” You tease arching your brow. You’re mocking him.

He sucks his teeth hard at your response before he starts moving his fingers up your dress and it takes everything you have not to push your hips forward getting them to where you want them most. His calloused tips touch the inside of your thigh where he can feel your slick. He groans loudly eyes rolling in the back of his head.

“You’re dripping down your leg baby. You don’t need to keep playing hard to get.”

He pushes his thigh hard into your throbbing core making you throw your head back. Eddie uses this to his advantage, his teeth graze at your pulse point eliciting the most pornographic moan from your lips. Sucking hard, he wants to mark you up, stake his claim. Your dress is bunched up at your hips as you shamelessly ride his thigh. The leather making it so slick your able to move exactly how you want to. You can feel the rubber band inside you start to tighten, begging to snap.

“Fuuuuck” You breathe shuddering finally surrendering to what you had wanted all along.

You break your hands out of his grasp one hand landing on his shoulder the other grabbing his jaw roughly detaching him from your neck. His face looks puckered between your fingers, eyes black and blown out. You crash your lips into his hungrily teeth clanking together. His tongue begs for entrance to your mouth almost instantly, the kiss is desperate and sloppy. Your rhythm on his thigh starts to become sporadic as you get closer to your release. When he senses that your close his strong fingers dig into your hips holding you still. You can’t help the whine that comes out. He finally breaks away from the kiss, his lips swollen and pink, there’s a light sheen of gloss from yours.

“You don’t get to cum that easily, not after weeks of teasing.” He chastises. One of his hands moves from you hip sliding to your neck where his grip is firm. Your eyes roll in the back if your head at the feeling, this was even better then you imagined. “God your such a dirty fucking girl” he groans at your reaction.

All of the sudden he pulls his leg from between yours. Your eyes snap open at the loss of contact.

“What. The. Fuck.” You seethe your angry expression causes him to chuckle darkly before flipping you around shoving you face first into the wall, the hand on your neck is now buried in your hair pulling you back to his chest. His other hand has a firm grip on your hips pulling your ass against the hardness of his cock thats straining under the thin fabric of his pants. Without your underwear the feeling makes you almost cum right there on the spot. Your body shuddering under his touch.

Help me tear down my reason.

Help me its your sex I can smell.

Help me you make me perfect.

Help me become somebody else.

Someone could easily be watching what you two are doing to each other in the dark corner, but neither one of you care. Finally allowing yourselves to lose control.

“I want you to beg you little brat.” His teeth are clenched as he whispers in your ear. His words send another wave of arousal to your center you know you have to be making a mess of his pants. You both love it.

“No.” You look up at him smiling defiantly.

The smack you feel on your ass is so hard you can hear it over the music. Your body jutting forward slightly.

“Beg.” His grip on your hair is so tight, if you weren’t so turned on you think it might be painful.

You push your hips back, your dripping core hitting him where he’s sensitive. You hear him hiss fingers digging into.

“You fucking beg.” You spit pushing back into him again with more force.

You feel his rings this time as he slaps your ass again, it’s even harder then before. His mouth attacking your neck, biting harshly at the bruises already forming from before licking them after each assault. He’s leaving you a whimpering mess and you clench around nothing from his actions. You feel his hand leave your hip and slide down the front of your dress, fingers dancing dangerously close to where you need them most.

“Come on baby, let me make you feel good. I know how bad you need it.” His voice is desperate in your ear as the tips of his fingers trail up your wet slit. “You just need to say please.” He dips his middle finger into your hole making you cry out at the feeling. It was starting to hurt how turned on you were.

It’s not even your voice when please’s start falling from your lips like a prayer.

“God, Eddie please, please, I need it, I need it so bad.” You buck yourself into his hand to emphasize how desperate you were.

You can feel his cock twitch at your words, he groans loudly in your ear.

“Good. Fucking. Girl.”

His finger leaves your pussy making you feel empty and you whimper at the loss of contact. Your hands reaching behind you desperately trying to push his pants down, you never needed anything more in your life.

“So needy for my dick huh pretty girl?” He nips at your ear lobe pushing your hands away accomplishing what you had originally set out to do. He pushes them down just enough to free his cock, its so hard that it looks mad, pre cum leaking from the tip. He hisses as his fingers wrap around himself his grip on your hair tightening “Look what you did to me, all this fucking teasing. I’m gonna make sure you can’t walk tomorrow sweetheart, and every time it hurts to sit down I want you to think of me and how good I fucked you. I’m going to make you addicted to this dick.”

His words make you shudder a low desperate whine leaving your mouth when you feel him start to line himself up at your entrance.

“So fucking wet.” He groans before bottoming out in you completely. His hand leaves your hair pulling you against him again, his ringed fingers covering your mouth trying to silence your loud moan at the feeling of him fully inside you. The angle he’s hitting mixed with all of his teasing has you already teetering over the edge, your hands push out against the wall as he thrusts wildly inside of you, his motions are hard and angry. He’s punishing you for all of those nights he couldn’t be buried inside you.

I want to fuck you like an animal.

I want to feel you from the inside.

I want to fuck you like an animal.

Everything starts hitting you all at once, all the build up, the rubber band in your stomach is getting tighter and tighter. You aren’t going to last much longer, not with his punishing pace.

“Ed-Eddie I’m-I’m gonna cum” You manage to get out from around his hand.

His thrusts get even harder somehow from your words. His grip on your hip even tighter.

“Go ahead baby. Cover my cock.” He sucks at your pulse point as he says it, that’s all you need for the rubber band to snap. You’re seeing white as you come undone around him, his grip on your mouth gets harder trying to muffle yours screams. “That’s it, cum all over daddy.” He groans close to his own release at the feeling of your clenching walls. When you start to come down his hand finally leaves your lips so he can use it to grab your other hip pushing himself into even deeper chasing his own release.

“Cum inside me Daddy, I wanna feel it” You whine, trying to meet his rough movements. Your words with your desperate thrusts make him come tumbling down. His fingers are digging so deep into your sides as he shoots his hot seed inside of you, you know there’s going to be bruises. His face buried in your neck as he comes undone mumbling in coherently you make out something that sounds like “So fucking good.”

You both stand there for a minute not daring to talk or pull apart, needing a moment to catch your breath and remember where you were at. His lips are leaving small kisses all over your neck and shoulders anywhere there is exposed skin.

When you told him to cum inside you, you weren’t even taking into account you decided not to wear underwear for this very reason. Eddie will be leaking from you the whole way home, and you hate that the thought sends another wave of arousal to your core. When he pulls out of you he makes sure to use his fingers to push his cum back inside of you.

“I want you to keep this inside of you all night, do you understand me?” He asks as he pushes your dress back down to where it was suppose to be before tucking himself back into his pants. You can see the wet stains that have been left all over him, they gleam when the lights hit them. He looks like just of a fucked out mess as you and you love it.

You bite your bottom lip and nodding, feeling vulnerable after what had just happened in the corner of the club.

Using his thumb he pulls your lip from between your teeth, his eyes are soft.

“I need to hear you tell me you understand baby, use your words.”

“Yes, I understand...daddy” You add for good measure.

He closes his eyes at the new pet name hearing you say it again makes his cock twitch in response.

“Good, now why don’t we get out of here. I’m not quite done with you yet. You have weeks worth of teasing to make up for sweet heart.”

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- ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ Obsession❜ (Christmas Special)┊˚ ̥۪͙۪◌

Premise: When someone doesn't know you exist is your sole source of comfort, things can't get a bit weird. In Christmas day things are better for everyone, including Geto Suguru.

Word Count: 2717

Note: Merry xmas everyone! 🫶🏻🎄☃️

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A wondering soul that feeds on human filth. That’s the way he would describe himself, especially on nights like this.

The night sky was murky, not a single star in the sky and it looked like it would snow any time now.

He’s had to swallow three curses today and the negative toll in his body could be noticed a mile away.

His thoughts had been very chaotic as of late and he barely even sleeps.

All he thinks about is how awful this world is and how it’d be better if curses didn’t exist, but not even the strongest sorcerer would be able to wipe them all clean, as more grow out of humans every day.

Humans must be the problem, why must they be so evil and hateful, why are they always so depressed and anxious? If they were sorcerers the world wouldn’t be this bad, is their fault for not being able to use curse energy but create it and let it out of control. 

Useless, useless humans.

On his way back to the academy Suguru stopped by a cafe that looked like it was about to close.

He needed something bitter, something that would kill that disgusting taste out of his mouth.

The only worker left in said cafe was a girl that appeared to be about his age, probably a part-timer, even in the dark her beautiful rounded eyes and shining smile were a sight for sore eyes.

She took his order and headed to the back to prepare it herself as the rest of her coworkers had headed home for the night. When she came back with his order though, it wasn’t at all what he had ordered, “I’m sorry, I’m actually not a barista so making a hand dripped seasonal coffee isn’t in my skill set, but my parents say I’m very good at making hot chocolate and since it’s so cold outside today, I thought maybe what you needed was just something warm and sweet? Maybe I read the situation wrong but I hope you like it nonetheless, you don’t have to pay me or anything!” she had even done a cute snowman print on the top of the foam for his drink and he couldn’t help but smile.

A nice ending to such an awful day.

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There’s a reason why Suguru doesn’t sleep well, the nightmares hunt him, some aren’t even related to his life, the overconsumption of curses has been doing some damage in his mental stability and he is even afraid of his own shadow at times.

He still hates humanity, he’s this deranged all because of them. 

All except that one sweet girl from the coffee shop down second avenue, she’s an angel.

He wished he at least knew her name, but he wasn’t proactive enough to even ask.

In nights like this, where his nightmares keep coming back over and over again doesn’t matter how many times he’d wake up in the middle of them, all that would ground him to reality was the thought of her smile.

He’d imagine him walking over from behind, surprising her with a soft warm hug. Wrap his scarf around the two of them so she wouldn’t be able to escape his love. 

He’d imagine her making more of that hot chocolate that was oh so delicious and completely wiped out the taste of death from his mouth.

Even better, he’d imagine her kissing the hot chocolate into his mouth.

While he was not able to sleep even with such comforting thoughts, at least the nightmares would go away.

But this night in particular he just didn’t seem to be able to snap out of it, he’d talk to his pillow like it was you, holding it close to his body, sweet talking it to its death as it has now been reduced to mush and it’s in his trashcan after a wave of reality made him seen the pillow for what it was.

So next morning he was just not able to control himself anymore, he had to see her, he had to look into those beautiful eyes up close, even if it was for a second he needed to hear her lovely voice, sniff the same air that came out of her mouth while greeting customers, he needed to be in the same space as her, even if he didn’t dare to come closer.

He learned your name was (Y/N) after one of your coworkers yelled at you after spilling some coffee on the counter and burning a customer’s hand. He wanted nothing more than to burn his face with the same coffee just so he would scream in pain. How dare he yell at someone as precious as you? That scum, of course, he had to be human…

That day he also learned you don’t work there every day and that you’re in school too. You were reading some cards while there were no customers ordering, like a good girl. Such a lovely dedicated young woman, you had to be a saint for sure, a goddess probably.

And with an all time high, he left the shop without you even noticing he was there.

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In all truth, he thought seeing you for real once more would put an end to this tightness of his chest. He was fully conscious of how creepy he was being and how unreasonable it was to be feeling so many things for a complete stranger, but things were very difficult for him. 

He was lonely, sad, stressed. A huge turmoil was building up inside of him as days went by and you were the only positive thing inside that mind of his.

Hence, he held into the thought of you so tightly that at some point he stopped having nightmares completely. All he would dream about was of that lovely face of yours and how you would live with him in this beautiful world without regular humans and curses.

But he forgot something crucial.

You were very much one of them, a human, nothing more.

And the realization of that hit him hard on the face when Friday came around, the day to drop by the cafe and creep on you without anybody noticing.

Just that this Friday was different. 

A pesky curse was touching you in a nasty way, almost as if it was fondling you.

Of course you couldn’t see it, nor feel it really, but distress was clear on your face the entire time he was there. 

He had to do something, he couldn’t allow that disgusting thing to keep its hands on his precious babe. 

But what if eating said curse tasted like you?

A sudden need to get it into his array of curses rose in his chest sending him to spiral into a very unexpected ride that left him panting and whimpering on his seat, traumatizing a child that was sitting on a table close by.

He was creeping himself out at this point, but the thought of you was the only thing that kept him away from total insanity, and he needed to get that thing off of you, was the least he could do after all you’ve done for him, even if you had no clue of what that was.

But he didn’t know how to get it off without you noticing, he had to develop a plan quickly. And so he remained hidden on an alleyway close to the shop waiting for you to leave for the day.

Once you did, you looked miserable. Staying all day watching you like a hawk made him realize you weren’t the happy goddess he thought you were but a normal human. The same coworker that yelled at you last time kept harassing you all day and to make it worse someone called you in your break and he could hear you sobbing from where he was hidden. It was now clear to him that curse was actually coming out of you, it wasn’t something that got attached but rather created by you. An awful realization as he saw how not even his pure angel was free from the disgusting nature of human kind.

You were stressed and sad and that made this weak pesky curse to come out. He wanted to do more for you than just exterminating the flower of doom that blossomed from your distress, he knew that wouldn’t really make all that was bugging you to go away, but was all he could do. He couldn’t really just talk to you after all.

He had been so hooked up with the entire situation that he hadn’t noticed today was Christmas Day. Apparently to you that was a big thing and for the look on your face probably the plans had been cancelled earlier. 

The curse noticed him following them and kept taunting him by touching you in a suggestive manner as if making fun of him, it was irritating to say the least but he couldn’t just send one of his big curses to chase it away, it could get you harmed and that’s the last thing he wants.

He had to get close and he didn’t know what to do. 

Lost in his thoughts he didn’t realize you had stopped walking, making him bump onto your back. The drink you were holding, a Christmas present given to all employees at the cafe, falling into the snow. “Oh, I’m so sorry miss. Are you ok? I was just so distracted I didn’t see you there…” of course he saw you, he’s been following you for hours, but it wasn’t entirely a lie.

“It’s ok, don’t worry. I don’t even drink tea anyways…not like they would know that at my workplace, they don’t care enough for that…” the last part came out as nothing but a whisper but he heard it. He knows you’ve been struggling at work and most likely at home too, but of course he couldn’t really say anything about it.

“How about I buy you something you do like in exchange?” 

“That’s not necessary really…today is Christmas Day I’m sure you have something better to do than buy a stranger a drink.” oh but there was nothing he’d rather do than to breathe the same air as you, this was already the best Christmas he’s ever had. Again, something he couldn’t tell you.

“Not really, I was going to go out with my school friends but they’re all busy so they cancelled it. Have nothing better to do. But if you do, I understand, I can give you the mon-“ you stopped his babbling before he continued, truth is, you were feeling very lonely and the thought of not going to your empty house this early was lovely. “I-I don’t…I don't have anything to do either…” your cheeks were tinging red and his liver was pounding in pain at your beauty, an odd feeling I may add.

“Then how about we go to that place over there? Seems designed for cute girls…I bet they have more than tea there.” his nonchalant attitude made his almost flirting banter so smooth it made you even more flustered so you just nodded and walked with him.

“You like chocolate right?” that startled you, was he some kind of stalker? He was, honestly, but you didn’t know that. The moment you saw his face it clicked in your head, that one customer that had to drink your hot cocoa just because you were too slow at closing that night.

“Oh! I knew you looked familiar! And yes, I do love chocolate.” your cute giggles were music to his ears, he was in love wasn’t he? 

“Then lets go get some chocolate. Since that day I kinda became addicted to it too, you were right, you’re definitely a pro at making it.” being with him was making all the sadness and depressive thoughts from your head to go away in such an easy nonintrusive way it was amazing. Of course you had no idea you were doing even more than that for him by just existing in his own space.

“I’m glad you didn’t hate it…I was so nervous!” 

His soft chuckles were so attractive, he was so attractive it was hard to think about how your boyfriend just broke up with you via phone call, on Christmas Day. This is just what you needed. “You should be proud, I’m a man that drinks bitter coffee all the time, and you turned me into a chocolover.” and your secret lover too, but that was better kept hidden for the time being.

The afternoon was fantastic after said encounter.

You went to that pink shop in the new district which was full with other high school girls giggling loudly. He got you a Christmas parfait which was hell more expensive than the stupid tea he dumped on the snow, but filled your heart with excitement.

Seeing you eating it like a child made his heart feel so full he almost forgot about killing the damn curse.

After a lovely stroll by the nearby park he took advantage of how cold you seemed to relive one of the many fantasies he had with you while also killing the curse at the same time, a win-win situation.

He took off half of his scarf and wrapped it around your neck, bringing you impossibly close to him, while you were all flustered and looking like a cute couple Christmas card, he was gathering the disgusting curse in his palm turning it into a little ball and saving it in his pocket. He did more than what he thought he was even allowed to dream of and all he could think about now was about kissing those soft rosy lips of yours. And by the look of you, you were thinking the very same thing. “You know…I was dumped today…I didn’t love him or anything so its fine…but don’t you think it might be you know like…” you sighed afraid of using the words that were hunting your thoughts. “Destiny?” his smug grin was making you shy again but he was right, that’s what you were thinking of, so you just nodded.

“Why were you dating him if you didn’t love him? If I may ask…” you two remained there by a decorated lamp post, wrapped in the warmth of his fuzzy scarf, nearly holding each other though not really touching just yet. “I was just lonely…”

His heart dropped, you were lonely just as he was. The realization that other people might be feeling similar to him, even if it was for different reasons, was oddly comforting.

“I can understand that feeling…But if you ask me, you’ll be better off without that bastard. Who makes a beautiful girl like you sad in Christmas day? I would smack him on the face if he was here..” he really did know how to make you smile, this was so comforting, for both of you, it was like your little heaven made out of snow and Christmas decorations.

“You’re too good to me, Geto-san…” 

“Well you deserve that and more. That smile is way prettier than the frown you had when we met earlier. I would like to see it on your face again. If you’d like to see me again, that is…” he was crossing a line, one he couldn’t back off from. But it wasn’t like it was absolutely necessary for you to know he’s been secretly stalking you for weeks…right…?

“I slipped my phone number in the front pocket of your coat a couple of hours back…” and just like that, this year’s Christmas brought both of you a very unexpected gift.

The gift of hope, the gift of feeling understood and maybe, just maybe a bigger one, the gift of…true love.

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