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#but yeah I've been doing that and normally once i see that I'm doing that i metaphorically bonk myself on the head like no stop doing that
hannahssimblr · 2 days
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“Evan, can I sit?”
He glances up at me and shrugs, patting the ground next to him so I slump down heavily on it and take a healthy gulp from my bottle. 
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“You good, man?”
“Yeah, amazing.”
“I, uh, I see you were chatting to Leah, there? You know each other?”
“Nah.”
“Really? Well... she’s a weirdo anyway, you’re better off getting away from her, like, I just sell her weed and stuff, I don’t really like when she hangs around too long.”
“Yeah, fair enough.” 
“Was she being weird with you?” 
“Nope.” 
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We’re silent as we watch the flames. I begin to wonder what time it is, and whether I've stayed long enough now for it to be acceptable to go home. As I watch all of the other friends around the fire have fun together I’m struck by how much of an outsider I really am. Sure, Rob and Katie are nice, but will any of that niceness extend into normal life with the eyes of everyone else at school upon us? Surely they will go back to the steps at the back of the school while I go back to the rugby changing rooms, or the library, as it may be and things will resume as they are, as they've always been and always will be. Realistically, would they ever be seen with me? Would I ever be seen with them? There's this weird, empty feeling in me, a feeling that just compounds day after day, month after month, year after year, and it's like I don’t belong anywhere or to anyone. I'm just floating in the in-between, and who even am I? What does it mean to even-
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“Hey,” Evan interrupts my spiralling inner dialogue, “I meant to say to you that it’s cool that you came along, you know, even when Jen and Michelle didn’t.”
This takes me by surprise, “You think?”
“Yeah, I mean, I suppose I kind of thought you were just hanging out with us sometimes because of them, and that you didn’t really want to be there, but,” a shrug, “I suppose that isn’t true.”
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“No, I like hanging out with you.”
“And it’s not just because you’ve been ostracised by your other friends?”
I hesitate for a beat, “No.”
Evan laughs, “Wow, I’m so convinced!”
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“No, come on,” I rock to the side and nudge his shoulder with mine, “Like, yeah, sometimes it’s nice to have Jen here, but I’m fine, I can handle myself around the emos… and as for Michelle, well, she hates me, so it’s actually kinda comfier when she’s not here, and- oh,” I realise immediately what I’ve said, “um, well I don’t really mean that, it-”
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“No, it’s okay,” Evan says, “I know that you two aren’t exactly best friends or anything.”
“Ah, so she’s talked to you about me.” 
“Nah, you’ve honestly never come up in conversation.”
“Somehow that’s worse.”
He snickers. 
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“How are, um,” I pick at the beer label with my thumb, “How are things going with you guys? Like, the last time we talked you were feeling kinda…”
A sigh, “Oh, yeah, it’s the same. Like, she’s so nice but sometimes I don’t feel like I get enough from her.”
“Uh huh.”
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“I kind of get a bit annoyed about it sometimes, like, how are we supposed to be together properly if I hardly see her? Like, man, she’s allowed to come to my house like, once a week. In the afternoon. And that’s the only time we can… uh, hook up or whatever. It’s so annoying.”
“Just from an outsider's perspective, you know, you seem pretty happy.”
“Yeah. She’s definitely into me,” He musses up and fixes his fringe, “I dunno. It’s fine, just sometimes I wonder about shit. You know what I mean, right?”
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“I’m probably not the best person to ask, seeing none of my relationships have worked out so far, and I’m also fairly drunk, so…”
“But you know what it’s like to be with someone who wouldn’t give you the things you needed, right?”
“Yeah, ‘course.”
“So you do get it.”
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“Mm, I suppose,” as our conversation tapers off I let my mind drift into thoughts about love and loneliness and the hollow disappointment of all of my relationships. These are bitter, useless, self destructive thoughts as usual, made even worse by the fact that I’m not exactly capable of rational thought while inebriated. Is drinking bad for me? Am I a miserable drunk? I have to physically shake myself out of my own head before I start talking myself into a hole again.
I turn to Evan to start saying something else about, I don’t know, whether he’s ever tried pranking someone by turning their school bag inside out and putting the books back into it or something stupid like that, but I see he’s distracted by something else across the bonfire. 
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It’s that girl with the pink hair. She’s leaning over a bag to rummage for more beer, and her short skirt rides up when she’s bent over like that so that her underwear is visible through the sheer material of her tights. I frown at the dirty little smirk on his face, the way hungry eyes follow her movements, and the look between them as she glances over her shoulder and sees him watching her. I nudge my knee against his to interrupt whatever is going on.
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“Wow, nice legs, huh?” 
He looks at me, surprised, but lets out a rough laugh, “Yeah, for sure.”
“Is she into you or am I just seeing things?”
“Nah, I don’t know about that.”
“Oh, c’mon, no, I’m just messing with you, she just looked like… I dunno.”
“Like what?”
I shift awkwardly, “You know what, don’t mind me, I’ve had too much to drink, I thought I detected flirting, or whatever, I guess I was wrong.”
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The girl kneels onto the ground and starts asking around for the bottle opener, and Evan doesn’t take his eyes away from her. “She’s pretty though, isn’t she?”
“Hm?”
“Carlie. That’s her name. She’s pretty, do you think?”
“She’s single?”
“Yep.”
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“So are you trying to set me up with her or are you just pointing that out?”
“I’m not trying to set you up.” Evan seems agitated by this idea that I might try to date pretty Carlie, who, by the way, treats me like I am contagious. As though it’s any of his business what she does, as if he should even care. Something sour settles in my gut, but I can’t tell whether it’s that I'm weirded out by this conversation or if the alcohol is nauseating me. 
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“Right, well, she’s not my type,” I watch his face carefully, “Is she yours?”
“She’s pretty hot.”
Maybe he's looking for my approval or my agreement, which I don’t give him on purpose. To see where it leads me I respond with a benign, “Oh, you think?”
“Uh huh,” They catch eyes again and she smiles coyly and quickly looks away to resume her conversation. That’s flirtation. She’s flirting with him, and him back, right in front of my face. 
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“You know, a lot of people would consider your girlfriend to be pretty hot too.” It’s true, I’ve heard those rugby boys saying it before, the only time they ever had anything remotely complimentary to say about any of the emos was to point out the things they fancied about Michelle and what they might like to do to her if she A. wasn’t emo, or B. nobody knew, so that they wouldn’t have to suffer the social consequences. I feel disgusted again at this memory. I know where I was, sitting on the bench lacing up my boots and saying nothing while they spoke casual filth about a girl I know. 
It’s a similar feeling to the one I have now at this bonfire with Evan, and maybe this is how he is when he’s drunk, maybe he just gets a bit… leery, but when he stares across the fire at someone who isn’t his girlfriend I swear I am looking at Willy FitzHerbert. 
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He waves my comment away, “Yeah but at least Carlie is interested in sex.”
“How do you know that?”
He leans closer, “Obviously because I’ve done it with her.”
“Yeah?” I say, “When?”
He smirks and says nothing.
I push him again. “A few years ago?”
He lowers his voice and looks at me with eyes that glitter with salacious excitement. I don’t think I’ve ever once seen another boy look so pleased with himself as he says: “Try a month ago.”
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It takes all my self control not to react. I just pause for a second as a shock of revulsion rips through my body, I feel it from my feet to the top of my head, and then, when I decide to speak, my voice is strange to my own ears, “While you were with Michelle.”
A shrug, “It just happened on a night out when she wasn’t there. I dunno.”
“She doesn’t know?”
“Course not. She’d break up with me.”
“And... you don’t want that.”
“No, because we’re in love. This stuff with Carlie, it was just… you get what I mean. It’s not like that with her.”
I sigh, “Uh, yep.”
So it appears it is the same for Evan as it is for all the others. Michelle is the virgin, Carlie is the slut and he wants it all at the same time. A girl worthy of love, and a girl interested in sex, two things that cannot converge. There is no girl that can be both.
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“It felt good to let loose with someone who knew what they were doing, and like, not have to think so hard about making the other person all safe and comfortable and, blah,” he rolls his eyes, “Carlie is cool.”
“Right, yeah, she seems it.”
“You get me, right? Guys like us, you know, we need to be able to just relax sometimes, not think so hard…”
“Yeah, for sure… Guys like us, huh?”
“Hell yeah!” He clinks his beer bottle against mine, “I knew you’d get it, honestly, I wasn’t sure if I should say something but I feel good now that you understand what I meant.”
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I try to laugh but it sounds weird and strangled, so I bring the bottle to my lips in the hope that drinking will disguise my discomfort, or at the very least numb it a bit. I finish the last two thirds of it and toss it somewhere amongst the miscellaneous rubbish, remnants of a hundred other miserable bonfire nights on Dollymount strand.  
Then, after a minute or two Evan nudges me again. It’s hard to look at him but I force myself to because it is what I would do if this situation was normal, “You’re not going to say anything, right? Like, to Michelle or Jen? Like I know you probably won’t...” A laugh as he adjusts his fringe, “That'd be insane, I know, but I wanted to make sure.”
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“Me? Nah,” I say, “Why would you even have to ask? Don’t worry about it,” I scratch the back of my head, “your, uh, your secret is safe with me.”
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bowtiedboi · 2 days
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Voicenotes From Your Boyfriend
Author note: story involves cucking, cheating, hypnosis, dubcon etc. This was a request from one of you naughty pervs.
"Hey babe, urgh, I just had to get away from Marcus - you know my new housemate? Yeah, he was not my first choice. Or the second. Or the fifth. Let's put it that way. But then the guy my other housemate James and I wanted pulled out at the last minute, we had to fill the room, blah blah, you know the rest. But this guy, seriously, it's like he's from another planet. I've never met anyone like him - he's a weirdo. He's getting on my fucking nerves and it's been like a week. He walks around like he owns the place like he's the fucking president of the country club. He's always in some suit. What the hell is he doing in a house share with two other guys? Wouldn't his rich daddy have put him up in some estate with a butler or something? Haha. Anyway babe, I'll tell you all about him at dinner tonight. I fancy pizza. See you later."
*****
"Hey babe, thanks for listening to me ranting last night. Missing you already. I think you were right about me talking to Marcus. We had a chat and I think I can be civil to him now. I've got the biggest room of the three, I can just chill out in my own space. It's fine. He's still an arse, but I can live with it I guess. I know we've only been going out a little while but I'm this close to just staying at yours every night - hopefully your housemates won't care! And I know you can't stand my insomnia and me lying awake all night. I can't help it when I'm lying next to you babe. Just want to feel you! I don't know, maybe I'm wrong. When we chatted, I did what you suggested and tried to show interest in what he was into. He played this relaxation track for me he'd been working on and it really worked! I started to....drift.... drift.... off. But I don't think he noticed? I, uh, anyway, sorry babe, movie tonight? Superheroes or Oscar bait? Your choice."
*****
"Hey babe, sorry, can we do another night? I know you wanted to go out and party but I just don't feel all that well. I don't know what it is, maybe a bug or something. I keep feeling dizzy, I can't focus on anything. Marcus thinks I should get some rest. Don't worry, I'll be a good boy and try. He's given me and James more of these relaxation audios to listen to - he calls them 'lessons'. It was actually really nice of him. I mentioned to him I had trouble sleeping, and he said he had just the thing. And I've got to say, he might be preppy and stuck-up, but these audios are really working - it really sets me... drifting.... off. Although they do give me this tingling sensation through my whole body. Isn't that a thing, though? Asmr or something? Guess that's normal. They're really addictive too. It's like once you've heard one, even if you can't remember what was in it, you have to listen to the next. Marcus hasn't given me the next lesson yet, but I'm sure I can get on my knees and beg for it if I have to. Ooh, speak of the devil, Marcus is home. Sorry babe, next time I promise."
*****
"Hey, sorry, I've just realised we were going to get lunch! I completely spaced. I was out golfing with Marcus. Me, golfing, I know those aren't two words you'd normally put in the same sentence. I know I said before it's boring and elitist but I had a really good day. I did suggest we bring James too but Marcus wanted him to stay home and clean the house from top to bottom. Marcus also mentioned that he wanted to have a little one on one bonding time. So to prep for golf, Marcus took me out for a little shopping trip beforehand. We even went to the barbers together. Do you know you have to wear a collared shirt or polo on a golf course? I didn't have anything I could wear so Marcus got me all outfitted the way he wanted for our trip. He also bought me some other clothes like these button downs and bowties and ties I can wear at all times - he's so generous. I guess he's right that I should have a new style. It was all a lot more.... preppy than I'm used to. You know me, I'm a tshirt and jeans kinda guy. Guess not anymore - when I got back I just threw a lot of my old wardrobe away. Just got a big bin sack and did it! But Marcus said if I'm going to be a good boy for him I should look a bit more presentable. And yeah, if we're making these golf days a weekly thing, that's probably a good idea. I didn't play this week though - still a newbie! Sir needed someone to hold his clubs while we went around the course. Maybe if I'm a good boy and dress properly for him I can play."
*****
"Hey, I feel a bit bad that we argued. It just felt like you weren't very nice about my new look when we met last night. Yes, I know my hair is a lot shorter and traditional. It's old school! It took a lot of effort to get that parting the same way the barber did and to get those lines in the hair straight. I know the pomade is a bit much but I like it. It was weird you said that I seemed different? I don’t think I am. Now, James is so different. I'm nothing like him. He’s quit his job so he can be Marcus’ full time assistant! And yeah, OK, I wore a suit and tie. So what? It was a restaurant! To be honest, I think you could stand to be a bit smarter. If Mast-, I mean Marcus, saw you he'd say the same thing. He said I should never go anywhere without a necktie or bowtie. He said I look a lot better for him as a preppy, proper boy. He's done a lot for me so it's only right I repay him by looking nice for him. Why don't we go shopping soon? You can help me buy some new suits for me to wear for Sir and maybe you'll get some inspiration?"
*****
"Can't talk now, sorry! James and I are prepping a big dinner for Marcus and his friends. We've been working so hard in the kitchen - five courses for six is a lot! Marcus had the bright idea we should look like waiters when we serve the meal, so we've been wearing black bowties and waistcoats all day. I'm sweating! By the time we've served the meal, drinks for guests and everyone's gone home I'm going to be shattered. I probably won't even need the relaxation lesson tonight. Except I probably will stick it on still - Sir says they're good for making sure I stay a good boy and to get all the sleep I need. See you... soon, I guess? We should meet when I'm less busy."
*****
"Sorry - uhh - fuck - uhh yes - sorry I missed our date again. (Sir, can I please just send this he keeps calling?) I've been really busy. My Master, I mean Marcus, has been keeping his boys super busy. He needs a lot of care and attention. He needs service almost 24/7. (Sir, please, slow, it's so big!) He's a really important person so he deserves to have proper, preppy boys to look after him. I'm just a dumb pretty boy, a formally dressed tamed whore and Master gives me what I need. He deserves anything he wants. He's done so much for James and I. You get that right? (Sir, oh god Sir, thank you Sir, stretch your boy's hole it feels so good) I just want to be a good boy for him. I've moved out of the big bedroom just so Master, I mean Marcus, I mean Master can have it. (Fuck yes, fuck yes, please cum in me Sir) It's only right someone so strong and strict and masterful as him has the master bedroom while us boys can take the smaller rooms and he can call on us whenever he wants. It just makes sense. We have to please him. Whatever it takes. Whatever he wants. I hope that makes sense to you. (SIR! Oh god, that's the spot, thank you thank you thank you.) Bye!"
*****
"Hey, I know you said you didn't want to hear from me again. I get that, I do. But I really think you should listen to this audio. It was the first one I listened to and it really helped me calm down, drift off, and be a good boy. Maybe you can join James and I in serving Master one day? All you'd need to do is become a proper, preppy, servant boy like us and you'd fit right in. You could even move in and we could turn the closet into a small bedroom. I know he has a spare chastity cage in his drawer - that could be yours? We could all serve Master together. Wouldn't that be amazing? Almost like servant brothers - all wearing a uniform to serve Sir! Give it a listen, ok? Promise?"
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bteezxyewriter12 · 16 hours
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How I See You/ 1
Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader
Word count- 7k
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J POV
I watch Mia at the bar, flirting and smiling with some guy
Then I move my gaze to her boyfriend, Yoongi, who also happens to be my best friend
He's watching her with a sad expression from his seat at the table next to me
And I get so fucking angry
This girl has no idea what she has with Yoongi
He's the sweetest guy who does everything for her
She doesn't have to lift a finger, all she has to do is call him and he'll drop whatever he's doing to get to her or help her fix whatever problem she has
He's always so attentive, knowing when something's wrong with her immediately
He's like that with me too but we've been best friends since we were children so that's not so surprising that he knows me so well
But he got to know her that well too
He treats her like a princess, buying her whatever she wants, whenever she wants, spends an absorbent amount of time with her, cooks for her, does her laundry, takes her wherever she wants to go because she doesn't have a car
He looks like a fuck boy with his many tattoos, his lip ring and eyebrow ring but he's not
He's a one woman kind of guy
He's very shy and sensitive and is passionate in everything he does
He's the perfect boyfriend
And this idiot is hurting him by flirting with another guy
I honestly don't even know why she's looking at another guy when she has Yoongi
He's insanely gorgeous- long black hair he normally keeps in a ponytail, beautiful brown eyes, cute nose, perfect lips
His smile is stunning
He's short for a guy but still tall, is fit and his hands and fingers are a work of art
He is the entire package
And this bitch doesn't see that
I can't count the times I've seen her flirting with other guys and in front of him too
Like he's not there
Then she comes back and acts like nothing happened and he never brings anything up
Just once I'd like to see him confront her but he never will
He doesn't like confrontation and I think he thinks she'll break up with him if he says anything
I don't know what she says or does to him but lately it seems like he lost some confidence
He was never outgoing or braggy and he's even more introverted than normal
I've tried to talk about it with him but he shuts me down, saying everything is fine
I think her flirting is getting to him
Standing up, I make my way over to the bar
Not only is she flirting, she's keeping the rest of us waiting because she was the one going to the bar to get our drinks
I'm killing two birds with one stone
"Excuse me", I say, moving in-between her and the guy
"What are you doing Jo?", she asks and has the audacity to look confused
"We're tired of waiting so I'm getting our drinks", I answer
She blinks, "Oh sorry. I just got to talking to Jae and-"
"Yeah I know", I interrupt, glaring at her then at Jae, "And Yoongi knows too. You know, your boyfriend?"
Jae gets a surprised look on his face as he glances at Mia
"Oh he doesn't care", Mia says, "It's just conversation"
She is so very wrong
"Yeah well you were taking too long and I'm getting the drinks now, so you can go back to Yoongi"
She looks miffed but nods then heads back to the table
I look at Jae who says, "I didn't know she had a boyfriend"
"Fuck off", I snap, then turn to the bar to get the bartenders attention
When the drinks are finally made, I take them to the table
"Thanks Jo", Mia says to me, takes her drink then turns her attention back to my ex and date for tonight, Hongjoong
Hongjoong and I stayed friends after we broke up
When Yoongi asked me to come out with him and Mia, I asked if I could bring someone
No way did I want to be the third wheel
Yoongi said yes, I hit up all my friends and Hongjoong was the only one available
He's always up to go out, especially when he knows he's gonna get fucked at the end of the night
I sip my drink, Mia blatantly flirting with Hongjoong while holding onto Yoongi's hand
Hongjoong, for his part looks unamused and is totally not engaging in her flirting, instead reaching out and putting his arm around me, holding me against him like he's silently telling Mia that he's with me
I lean against him, laying my head on his shoulder but Mia either doesn't notice or doesn't care and just keeps flirting with him
Yoongi is just silently sitting there, his face blank and it enrages me
Mia doesn't know how lucky she is to be with Yoongi
She doesn't know how other girls wished he looked at them the way he looks at her
Notice them the way he notices her
She doesn't know how in love with him some girls are, how some would do anything for him, do anything to be with him
She has that and she doesn't even realize
She's a fucking idiot
And I hate her
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"Hey Yoongi", I greet, opening my apartment door for him to come in
He called me earlier asking to hang out and of course I said yes
It's not like I was doing anything anyway
"Hey Jo", he says, coming inside and I instantly know he's upset
Probably about Mia
Closing the door, we walk to the living room section of my studio apartment
"You want food? Drink?", I ask but he shakes his head
I shrug as we sitting on the couch
"Where's Mia? I thought you'd be with her on a Saturday night?"
His face falls
I knew it was because of her
"She's with her friends. They're having a girl's night at a club"
A club?
She went to a club without her boyfriend?
If it was anyone but Mia it wouldn't be a big deal but I know she's going to flirt and dance with other guys and he knows it to
She flirts it in front of Yoongi, I have no doubt she'll amp it up when he's not there
"And you're ok with that?", I ask, not bothering to hide my shock
He needs to realize what she's doing is shitty
"I can't do anything about it Jo. I can't tell her she can't go", he says softly
I mean he can say he's not happy about it, not pretend that everything is fine
"I'm....worried", he says lowly
I raise my eyebrow, surprised he's actually confiding in me
He used to all the time until he got with her
"About what Yoongi?"
"I offered to give her money for drinks at the club but she...she refused. She said she'll just flirt with guys to get them to buy her drinks"
My mouth drops at her fucking audacity
"She said that to you?"
He nods, "I..I'm worried she's going to go too far. I already know she's going to dance with guys"
I'm so pissed off and I can't hold back anymore
"Yoongi why are you putting up with that shit?", I ask, "She blatantly flirts with guys in front of you. She flirted with Hongjoong while holding your hand! Why don't you tell her to cut it out?"
"Because she'll leave me!", he exclaims, tears filling his eyes
I'm not going to lie, I'm surprised at the tears
He never cries
For anything
And he's going to cry over that skank?
"So what Yoongi? You deserve so much better than her!"
He shakes his head, a few tears escaping, "No other woman wants me"
I stare at him in complete disbelief, "What are you talking about?"
Why would he say such a dumbass thing like that?
"Jo, I'm thirty years old. Mia is the only one who has even looked at me as more than a one night stand in years. All women see me as a fuck boy. They sleep with me and then that's all it is. Mia is the only one who stayed. And she's younger than me, she wants to party and have fun. I can understand that"
"Bullshit", I snap
Yeah Mia is younger than us, 25, but not all twenty-five year olds are as disrespectful to their significant others like she is
"It doesn't matter if she's younger Yoongi. Her flirting is disrespectful to you and you shouldn't put up with it", I tell him, "There are other women who will see past your image and want to be with you. Ones who will respect you and treat you so much better"
He scoffs, "Where are they? I don't see anyone. At the bar the other night all the girls were looking at Hongjoong, not me"
I was looking at him but of course he'd never notice me
"The truth is no one wants to be with me long term. They don't want to bother getting to know me. And I get it, I'm shy, I'm introverted, I don't talk much at first. It would take awhile for me to warm up to someone and no one wants to waste their time. I'm lucky Mia wants to be with me"
I honestly can't believe he's saying this
It's so heartbreaking
"You're insane Yoongi", I say softly, "Any woman would be so lucky to have you"
"No they wouldn't", he says sadly
I can't handle him thinking this way about himself
He's just so wrong
"My god Yoongi, you don't know how others see you do you?", I say, "You are literally the entire package. You're so sweet, so loving. So attentive. So giving. You're willing to put your girlfriend first, do anything for her. Help in any way you can. Drop what you're doing and run to her side in seconds. You're so in tune with feelings that you know the instant something is wrong with someone and you try to comfort them. You're passionate in everything you do. You treat her like a queen. And you're absolutely beautiful. Your eyes are so deep and such a pretty brown. Your smile is so freaking amazing, so beautiful, it lights up any room"
I glance over at him to see him staring at me in utter shock
I tear my gaze away, my entire face heating up in embarrassment
But I'm fine with being embarrassed as long as he knows he is the perfect boyfriend
"So I know that other women could see the real you and would want to be with you. Don't sell yourself short"
It's silent for a few seconds and I hope he just changes the subject
"Do...do you really see me like that?", he asks softly
I close my eyes, putting my face in my hands, knowing I just outted myself
"Yeah, I really do", I answer, hoping he drops it now
I really don't know how I'm supposed to look him in the eyes anymore
I feel his hand touch mine, pulling them down from my face
I keep my head down, freaking out on the inside
He lifts my face to his, his brown eyes on mine, a look in them I can't read
The next thing I know, he's closer to me, his lips pressing against mine
My body instantly reacts, fireworks going off in my vision, fire running through my body, my head spinning
My arms wrap around his neck, his around my waist, pulling me closer until I'm against him
Somewhere in the back of my head, I know we shouldn't be doing this, I know that he's cheating on Mia
But I can't stop
He's finally kissing me and I can't stop
His tongue licks my lip and I open for it eagerly, his tongue against mine as soon as it slips in my mouth
I can't get enough of him, wishing I could have his kisses all the time
His fingers slip under the hem of my shirt, touching the skin on my lower back, sparks zipping up my spine
My fingers move into his hair, pulling out his ponytail then tangling in the soft silky strands
We continue kissing, bodies presses against each other and I have never been more content in my life
If all he wants is to kiss, I'll happily do it all night
After awhile, his hands travel up my back, pulling my shirt with it
I let him slide it up, moving my arms from around him to pull through the sleeves then reluctantly moving away from his lips so he can take it off
I look at him as I take his black shirt and move it up his body, waiting for him to tell me to stop
He doesn't, moving his arms through the sleeves too and letting me get it over his head
Throwing the shirt on the floor, I finally look at his body and get turned on even more than I already am
He's perfect
He's fit, no hard muscles cut into him but as soon as I touch his chest, I can feel the muscles, the strength under his smooth inked skin
His entire chest is tattooed, the bright colors swirling on his skin to make a beautiful image
The tattoo continues to his ribs where it tapers off but there is room to add more if he chooses
Spreading my hands I run them along his arms, both heavily tattooed in sleeves, again the colors so vibrant
Moving closer to him, I lay my hands on his back, running up the huge back tattoo he has there as well
As I trail my fingers up his back, his breathing increases and I lean forward, pressing kisses into his neck
He moans softly, the pretty sound making me so wet
He tilts his head slightly back, letting me kiss more of his neck, his skin so soft under my lips
Trailing my kisses down his neck, I keep kissing across his shoulder, his skin trembling
Lifting his arm, I kiss every inch of inked skin I can, trailing my fingers up and down his arm, my lips following in their wake
I can feel his eyes on me as I get to his wrists, kissing along the back of his hand, then on his tattooed fingers
Turning his hand over, I press kisses into his palm, then the tips of each of his fingers
I switch to his other hand, moving my eyes to his as I kiss him, awe swirling in his gaze
I continue my ascent up his other arm, kissing him, showing him that he's wanted
I get back to his neck, his body shivering as I press my lips into his skin
Finally, I press my lips against his and he immediately falls into it, his tongue against mine as his arms wrap around me
It feels so right being in his arms and I can't think about it too much because I know I will never have this again
I gently push him back as we kiss, him laying down and taking me with him, his warm, soft skin against mine
I drag kisses down to his jaw, then press kisses into his neck
Moving lower, I kiss down his body, my fingers following the path my lips made, his skin trembling against my fingers
As I press my lips to his lower stomach, I slide my fingers in his sweatpants waistband, waiting to see if he's going to take them out
When he doesn't, I get braver and push down his sweatpants
He surprises me by lifting his hips up, letting me get the pants completely off, leaving him in just his boxers with a visible tent where his dick is
I'm kinda blown away that I made him hard
But I guess it's because of kissing him
Just a reaction, nothing to make a huge deal about
I lift my gaze to his as I kiss his lower stomach again, slide my hand up his thigh and over his hard on
His breath catches, his brown eyes on mine as I touch him through his boxers
He feels huge and he's rock hard
Taking a chance, I move my lips to his dick, kissing him through the fabric of his boxers
Her groans, his eyes closing and I take that as a cue to keep going
Pulling his boxers down, just enough to free his cock, I stare at it in shock
It is massive, long and thick and so hard, cum leaking from his slit
Without thinking, I wrap my hand around his base and run my tongue over his head, tasting him
He gasps, his eyes opening and on me as my brain tries to comprehend how he can taste so good
Like how?
I've blown guys before and yeah it tastes alright but Yoongi's tastes really good
And I want more
My gaze locks with his as I run my tongue up his length, swirling around his head, licking up more cum
"Should I stop?", I ask
I want to suck his dick so much but I won't if he's uncomfortable
I never want to make him uncomfortable with anything
"No", he whispers
Without answering, I move my mouth around his head, sucking softly
"Fuck", he groans, his legs shaking
I move down his length an inch at a time, sucking long but soft and slow on him
His chest rises and falls rapidly as his breathing quickens, his brown eyes watching me, biting his lower lip
Pushing down more, his head hits my throat and I stop before I gag
I still have a few inches left to take but I need to get used to him first
Slowly, I bob my head, sliding up his cock, then going back down while moving my hands up and down the rest of him I haven't taken yet
"Fuck Jo", he moans, "Fuck, it's so good"
I smile around his dick, bobbing a few more times before I take a bit more of him
I continue to blow him like this, slowly taking more of him every few bobs, tears springing into my eyes the deeper he goes
It takes a little bit but I finally slide him all in my throat without gagging once
I'm proud of myself
I swallow on his huge dick, his moan so loud, his body shaking
Pulling back, I slide back up his length half way, then slowly go back down, feeling him open my throat and I'm surprised at how good that feels
I keep moving, going just slightly faster but still at a slow pace for a blow job
I just want him to feel everything
I want to please him
The next time I slide back down his length, his hips roll up, softly sliding him all the way in my throat
My gaze meets his and I nod, letting him know I'm good with what he's doing
As I move up his cock, he pulls out a little, then we move at the same time, slowly, his hips up, pushing his cock in while I move down taking him in
"Oh god", he whimpers, his hand sliding in my hair, fingers tangling in the strands, holding on
We move together seamlessly, him fucking into my throat gently while I deep throat him, his fingers tightening in my hair
"Baby", he moans, "Baby, so good baby"
His words make me happy that I can make him feel so good
The fact that I'm enjoying this too is just a plus
His whole body shakes as we keep going, his cock twitching in my throat
I'm so fucking excited to taste him again, to swallow his load
I don't know what's wrong with me but I assume I'm being such a slut because it's Yoongi
I doubt I'd be like this with anyone else
"I...I'm... I'm", he chokes out and I nod to let him know it's ok
Sinking down on his cock, his hips move up, his length going in deep
He holds me on his dick as his warm yummy cum spurts down my throat
"Fuck Joanne, oh fuck", he cries as I swallow and suck, eager to get it all as I watch him cum
My god, it's such a beautiful sight
The pleasure on his face makes him look so ethereal
When he finishes, he loosens his grip on my hair, his fingers sliding out, looking dazed as he breathes hard
I move off his dick, making sure I lick his slit for the rest of his cum
Sitting up, I swallow a few more times, the waistband of his boxers slipping back up
He sits up right away, startling me, a look I can't place in his eyes and I hope he's not going to say he regrets what happened
Although he probably will
It's cheating and once he's over the shock he'll probably be upset with himself and me for letting it happen
He doesn't say anything, instead shocking me as his hand moves back in my hair and he pulls me to him, his lips crashing into mine
I don't think, throwing my arms around his neck, kissing him back, my body so hot and electrified
He pulls me into his lap and the next thing I know, he's standing up, carrying me as he walks
He bumps into the walls a few times but no damage is done to either of us as he gets into my room
He sits on my bed with me in his lap, his hands on my back, undoing my bra, his lips never leaving mine
I reluctantly move my arms from his neck so he can get the bra off
His hands are immediately around my boobs, squeezing gently while his fingers play with my nipples
Pleasure zaps down to my already soaked cunt, a small moan escaping against his lips
I feel him smile into the kiss, his arms back around me as he turns us, laying me on the bed
His lips leave mine instead pressing right into my neck, a moan now leaving my mouth
"God, you sound so fucking pretty"
He peppers kisses all over my neck then starts going down to my collarbone and my chest
His hands are on another path, slowly running down my body, setting my skin alight with every touch of his fingers
His mouth moves around my nipple, sucking gently as his hands reach my pants, making my cunt so much more fucking wet, my body arching off the bed
"Yoongi", I cry as a moan comes from him
He switches to my other nipple, his tongue flying over it as he pulls my pants and panties down at the same time
He gets everything off, leaving me completely naked, his lips now travelling down my stomach, feeling so soft, so fucking good
When he gets to my lower stomach, he kisses everywhere as he opens my legs, pulling me down the bed as he kneels on the floor
He kisses lower and lower, the anticipation killing me
His tongue finally licks along my pussy and I let out the loudest pornographic moan I've ever had
Just that one touch has me seeing stars, feeling utterly good
His tongue licks over and over, up and down as he buries his face in my pussy, his tattooed fingers digging into my thighs as he holds me wide open
"So fucking good jagi", he groans, between licks, "So fucking sweet. God fucking damnit I love the way you taste"
My brain malfunctions as his words struggle to penetrate, the pleasure taking over
His tongue slides down, dipping into my hole, both of us moaning lewdly as my pussy clenches his tongue
His tongue leaves my cunt only to slide back in, deeper than before, my hips raising, pushing my cunt into his mouth more
As he tongue fucks my pussy, I plunge my hands in his hair, holding on and grinding my pussy against his face
"Yoongi", I cry, lost in the bliss he's providing
Lost in him
"Yes jagi", he groans, "Say my name baby. Fuck, wanna hear you say my name"
That will not be a problem whatsoever
"Yoongi", I moan, "Fuck baby, that tongue is so fucking good"
"Mmm", he murmurs, sliding up out of my hole and flicking my clit
"Fuck!", I scream, my whole body shaking
"Feels good?", he asks, his beautiful eyes meeting mine
I nod, panting hard
He licks my clit again, running his entire tongue over it, from the back to the tip
And repeats the same movements over and over, driving me insane and throwing me into pleasure I've never known before
Pleasure I know only Yoongi can give me
His mouth wraps around my clit, sucking long and hard, my thighs shaking around his head as I pull his hair and scream
"Yes baby, fuck", I yell, "Don't stop. Yoongi! Fuck!"
"Mm jagi", he murmurs, speeding up how fast he sucks
My entire body is in ecstasy, feeling like I'm going to explode
The next suck sends me head first into an explosive orgasm and I scream his name as ecstasy tsunamis over me
"Yoongi!", I scream, "Yoongi! Yoongi! Yoongi!"
My vision turns white as pleasure wracks my body, Yoongi's talented mouth not stopping
He groans into my clit, the vibrations only adding to the bliss and running up my spine
It's so much, too much, just enough and not enough all at the same time
Yoongi slides his tongue down to my hole as I come down from my orgasm, licking up and moaning about how good I taste
"So sweet. Fuck"
When he's done, he moves on top of me, kissing me softly
Wrapping my arms around his body, I hold him tightly, trailing my fingers up and down his back
I swear I could kiss him forever
As we make out, I feel his dick becoming harder against my leg
Reaching down, I slide my hand in his boxers, wrapping around his semi hard length and move up and down
He breaks the kiss, his forehead against mine as he moans softly
He grows harder and harder in my hand with every stroke, his whimpers so fucking pretty
Increasing my speed, I get him fully hard but I don't stop, intending on making him cum again
His eyes close as his hand moves down, stopping mine and taking it out of his boxers
I'm immediately embarrassed and scolding myself for assuming he wanted more
Idiot
I'm about to apologize when he murmurs, "I want to be inside you"
My breath hitches, wondering, hoping I heard him right
His eyes open, looking into mine, "Can I be inside you?"
My god, I want that so much
I didn't think he'd actually want sex
I thought oral would have been enough
But he wants more and I'm going to give him whatever he wants
"Yes", I answer, lifting my head and kissing his soft lips while I push his boxers down
He moves off me to get them completely off and when he comes back, I sit up and taking his hand, I pull him down, moving him to his back as I climb in his lap
He doesn't need to do any work tonight
I want to show him how much he's wanted, how worth it he is
I want to make him feel good
Hovering over his cock, I move him to my hole and sink down on him
His body tenses as he whimpers, his cock so fucking big that I have to push down hard just to get the first inch in
He stretches my hole wider than I've ever been stretched before, making my cunt water like a faucet, shivers of pleasure running up my spine
"Fuck, fuck, fuck", I chant as I take one fat inch at a time, my pussy sucking him in, throbbing hard already
"Oh fuck, Jo, oh fuck", he cries, the pleasure on his face so fucking beautiful, his breathing escalating, his hands on my hips, pushing me down on him
He bottoms out with both of us yelling loudly, shivers taking over my body
We're a completely snug fit, no extra room, his head nestled against my spot
I know any rock on his cock will feel amazing
"Oh my fucking god, you're so tight", he groans, his eyes squeezing shut, "How..I can't...so good... Never been in a pussy this tight before. Fuck"
I smile to myself as I lean back on his legs and slide up his cock
His eyes shoot open and look down just as I descend down his length, watching my pussy take him
I stop right before I bottom him out, then surge down hard, letting his fat head crash into my spot, bliss shooting up my body
With that I start bouncing, getting a good pace going, throwing both of us into pleasure
His fingers dig into my hips as I move, his eyes slowly looking up my body, starting from my pussy, all the way up to my face
He bites his lip as he looks and for some reason I don't feel shy at all when normally I would
Yoongi just always made me feel comfortable around him and that hasn't changed because we're naked together
His fingers slide up my body so softly, slowly, his touch making my skin shiver, feeling so good as I bounce on him
Closing my eyes, I revel in his touch, riding him a bit harder, the drag of his cock going in and out of me so fucking incredible
His head hits my spot with every bounce down, spreading me open so wide, so pleasurably
I swear I've never had sex this good before
His hands move around my boobs, squeezing gently, his thumbs running over my nipples, sending pleasure straight down to my cunt
"Yoongi", I whimper, so close
"Cum for me", he whispers and that seals it
Dropping my hips down, I take him all in, moaning his name so loudly as pure ecstasy takes over my body
"Yoongi", I cry, my body shaking on top of him, my cunt clenching him over and over as I cum, his pretty moans reaching my ears
My god this has to be the best orgasm I ever experienced
Of course Yoongi is the one to give it to me
Of course
"Please ride me", he begs as I finish, "I need more"
I nod, leaning on his stomach, resuming my bounces
"Oh fuck", he moans, his head pushing back into the pillow as I take him inside me over and over, making sure I clench down on his cock as I do
He's so fucking big, I can feel every ridge, every fucking inch inside me
I'm so fucking wet, making it easier to take his big cock
As I move on him, I move my hands up his body slowly, reveling in how soft his sweaty skin is under my palms, the beautiful colors of his tattoos swirling together
I wish I could spend an entire night tracing the lines, kissing every tattoo, every part of his body
I wish I could love him like I want to, tell him how much I love him so he knows he's worth everything
So he knows someone wants him more than anything in this world
I can't so I have to settle for showing him this way, knowing he'll never understand how much he means to me
Pushing those thoughts away, I focus on him right now, on making him feel good
Taking his whole cock inside me, I rock on him, throbbing hard, sliding my hand to his cheek, stroking gently
His eyes open and he looks up at me through his wet hair, sweat glistening on his body
He is utterly ethereal
"Fuck Yoongi", I whisper, running my fingers in his hair as I grind on him, "You're so fucking beautiful"
His cheeks immediately blush as he sits up, pulling me right against him, his lips kissing mine
Falling into his kiss, I move my arms around his neck, sliding my fingers in the back of his hair, as I keep rocking my hips
His arm moves around me, holding me against him, our sweat mixing together
His free hand moves between us, his fingers against my clit, rubbing quickly
Pleasure surges through me as I moan in his mouth, grinding on him faster, his tongue pressed against mine
His fingers keep moving as I pulse around his fat cock, his head rubbing my spot
The pleasure is so intense and the next movements send me head first into another blissful orgasm
I kiss him harder, his fingers rubbing me through it as he swallows my moans
When I finish, his arms wrap around me, laying down, taking me with him
He kisses me as his hands slide down my back to my ass, gripping hard
He thrusts up into me, his cock forcing me open, his head hitting my spot so hard, stars blast in my vision from the sheer bliss
He moves faster, fucking into my pussy, going so deep inside me I can feel him in my stomach
Breaking the kiss, he moans loudly as I bury my face in his neck
"Feels so good", he moans, "So fucking good"
I moan into his neck at how utterly good he feels
"Small tight pussy", he murmurs, thrusting harder, his cock completely wrecking me, "So good. So wet for me"
"Mmm, only wet like this for you", I murmur
"Fuck", he groans, pumping faster, the sound of his cock plunging in my wet hole so loud and erotic
"So big Yoongi, fuck your cock is so big. Feels so good"
"Yeah, it's good enough for you?", he asks softly as he pants
"Perfect Yoongi", I tell him, "You're so perfect"
"Fuck", he whimpers, his hips not missing a single stroke as I clench down on his length again and again
His fingers press into my skin so hard I'm sure I'm going to have bruises and I'm more than fine with that
"I...I..where should I....fuck....", he groans
"Inside", I whine
"Are you sure?", he moans, bringing me right there, his cock throbbing so fast inside my pussy
"Yes!", I cry, falling over the edge, a typhoon of ecstasy crashing over me, "Cum inside me Yoongi!"
"Fuck!", he screams, slamming inside, his hot sticky cum exploding inside me, my pussy milking him for everything as we ride the pleasure together
"Joanne, oh fuck", he cries, "Yes, yes fuck"
"Yes Yoongi", I whimper, watching the gorgeous sight of him orgasming as he moans my name
I wish I could see this all the time, he's so fucking beautiful it's stupid
Little by little the pleasure fades, leaving both of us breathless
I slide off him, laying next to him, trying to catch my breath
His eyes are closed, his chest rising, his hair soaked in sweat
He's never looked so good
After a few minutes, his eyes open, he looks over at me and whispers, "Shit"
Dread is filling my body and my heart hurts as I wait for what I know is coming
He sits up and I follow suit, grabbing my blanket and covering myself
Almost like it's armor for what's coming
"We shouldn't have done this", he says softly
I knew it
"I don't cheat. I never cheated. I don't know why I....we shouldn't have"
Tears fill my eyes but I hold them back
I won't cry in front of him, not over sex he regrets
"We should have stopped. After the first kiss we should have stopped"
I just nod slowly, "I'm sorry"
I knew he would regret it
Deep down I knew that
He's all about Mia, he puts up with her flirting, he wants her
I was a mistake
I don't regret it but that's because I'm in love with him
I didn't mean for him to cheat on Mia, it's just...when he kissed me everything left my mind except for him
I wasn't thinking about anything but him, how he felt, wanting to make him feel good
I should of thought and stopped it
Because I rather have not had him at all instead of him regretting being with me
"I need to go", he says, getting up
"Ok", I whisper
I stay rooted in my bed as he gets his boxers on
He leaves my room and I hear him moving in the living room, probably getting dressed
I hear his footsteps then my front door opening and closing
He left
He didn't say goodbye, didn't say anything
Just left
The tears pool in my eyes as I get up
Leaving my room, I lock my front door then go to the bathroom and clean up
I breathe in, trying to calm myself down while I get PJs on
Crawling back into bed, I pull the covers over me as I lay down, holding onto one of my pillows
And I finally break, sobbing into my pillow, the pain of my heart breaking intense
I'm terrified I lost Yoongi completely, lost his friendship
We've been by each other's side since we were kids, I don't know how to be without him
It wasn't worth it if I lose him
I was so happy in the beginning of the night when he kissed me and now I'm miserable
And I wish it never happened
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One month later
Parking my car, I get out and head towards Yoongi's house
I haven't heard from him since the night we were together
I tried calling him, tried texting him for a month
I sent apology message after apology message through text and voicemails
Asking if we could talk
Then telling him that we can pretend it didn't happen
Then begging him to just call me back, just send me one message
Just let me know he's ok
Nothing
This is the last resort
I know I most likely lost him but I need to know for sure
If I have to try to get over him, I need to know for sure that our friendship is over
This is the only way
As I get closer to his door, I hear arguing and a girl's voice yelling but I can't make out what's being said
I'm not sure if it's a real argument or one from a movie or TV show
If it's a real argument with him and Mia, I'll leave
Going up the three stairs to his door, I take a breath, reach out and ring the doorbell
As I wait, I hear the yelling get closer
"...have to be fucking kidding me!"
The door swings open and I'm face to face with Mia, Yoongi coming towards the door behind her
"You", she snarls and the next thing I know pain explodes in my face as my vision swims and my head snaps to the side
My body follows my head and I wobble to the side, my foot flying off the step
I hit the ground, my body tumbling hard down the stairs, my temple smacking and scraping against the last step
Fuck
Oh god it hurts
"Joanne!", I hear Yoongi yell
"You slept with my boyfriend?", Mia shrieks, her voice painfully going right through my head
I close my eyes for a second, willing the nausea to go away
"You fucking slut!", Mia yells as I slowly sit up, "Do you open your whore legs for anyone? Not only do you fuck your ex, now you want to fuck your best friend too?"
I'm trying so hard to focus on what she's saying but it's hard
It feels like my head is swimming and I'm trying not to throw up
I touch my temple where the pain is and it feels wet
Pulling my hand away, I see red all over my finger tips
Blood
I'm bleeding
Fuck
"Mia, stop"
"Shut up Yoongi!", she yells, "You fucking cheated on me. With that!"
"It was a mistake", I groan out, slowly standing, needing to get the fuck away from here, "He regrets it"
"No I don't", I hear him say
Or I think he said but I'm not sure
My head feels woozy
He probably said something else and I misheard
"But you don't regret it do you?", she snarls
"I uh...", I say, forcing my eyes open, "Uh, no"
"You fucking bitch", she snaps, starting to come towards me
Oh god, I'm gonna get my ass kicked
"Stop it Mia", Yoongi yells, moving in front of her, stopping her, his back to me
I need to leave asap
"You stay the fuck away from him!", she yells, "Don't fucking come near him or I'll kill you!"
I believe her and right now I'm not in any condition to fight
"Do you hear me?", she shouts
"Yes", I answer, backing away as I realize that Yoongi isn't telling her to stop
He isn't arguing with her
He's letting her say these things to me and he...agrees with it
The rest of my heart that was intact completely shatters
I lost him
I turn around, hurrying back to my car, tears falling down my face as Mia continues to scream at me to never come back
She doesn't have to worry
I won't
Yoongi doesn't want me there, doesn't want me in his life so she'll never see me again
Getting in my car, I start it and take off
I need to go home
Not only am I heartbroken, I'm injured, bleeding and I think I may have a concussion
I need to get home so I can fall apart in peace
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navramanan · 1 year
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I go through these short periods of time feeling very okay and good even only bc i distract myself from what pains me until it catches up again and the cycle repeats itself
#i think it's verrrrrrrrry close to catching up again after i've had normal 2 weeks lol#so many ifs and buts and would things be better had i made a different decision lived in a different place or time etc#but i'll never now i'll always only have the here and now and the unchangeable past#and the very incertain scary future i'm trying so so so hard to be hopeful about but seeing things as they are right now. i really dont kno#i can only fake it to some point. i cant fake it till i make it. i'll fall apart countless times and then wont make it anyway#i feel like. i feel like all the circumstances i've been in have all always been against me#like i'm the only unlucky one among the people i know#i try so so so hard to remind myself that people who seem to have it so much better have their own problems too#but then also i remember something i wrote down once as a teen. the phrase you typically hear#''i have been battling (?) with this problem but am lucky enough to have a support system / loving friends etc''#and idk how right i am with thinking this way but no matter what problems you have.#it's the toughest thing to lack deep connections with at least 1 person ideally like 3 i guess bc it's such a fundamental thing#you know having someone you can ALWAYS turn to without feeling bad and you know that they can and do turn to you too#and i do have a few wonderful friends i love so so much but i feel and know that no one needs me like i need them#every friendships feels so fragile to me. no one depends on me turns to me for advice or to vent etc#and when i feel like i need to do any of those things i cant turn to any of them#there's still inevitably a sort of disconnect i feel#and it terrifies me that i'll never find someone i connect with on a deeper level and it's mutual and we both can depend on each other#and there are no boundaries no shame no unspoken words#i dont know how true any of my feelings are but. but yeah#nesi rants
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c-kaeru · 2 years
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Rant in the tagsss (also hi I'm still not dead)
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blackccelebration · 1 year
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There's an ukranian lady in my neighborhood that is a rather weird person, and not the nicest you'll meet. But I'm seriously worried with her, and I keep staring at her in silent each time I see her on the bus or in the street, because she has such a sad and desperate look in her face, that it honestly makes me want to cry and ask her what in the hell has been the problem....
#i once spoked with her like a few years ago when we were both waiting for the bus. that's why i know she's ukranian#and she even asked me to help her with the necklace on that day which i did but the next time i saw her#i said 'hi how are you?' and she literally stared at me with a really weird look in her eyes and didn't answer me#so of course i stopped saying hi and in fact she has been avoiding making eye contact with me since that time#but the other day a few weeks ago i saw her at the supermarket and then she left the supermarket almos crying#and i think she didn't buy anything. i'm sure of one thing: she surely is in an awful financial situation#and she probably can't afford to buy food which js something that is just awful and no one should ever go through such a situation...#and she used to have a partner/ acquaintance/ friend??? i never understandood what was their relationship#but anyway he was ukranian as well and he lived at least jn the same neighborhood and i stop seeing him since some months ago...#did he go back to Ukraine? is he in the war? is he alive even?? man idk but i think her sad look has to do with many things#and not just the lack of money to survive...#nevermind me but I've been obsessing over this since this past month because she used to be happy or at least#she seemed to be happy and then suddenly there was a massive change in her. like she would care a lot about her hair and now she doesn't#even combs her hair.... yeah i look like a psycho stalking her with my eyes but i saw her happy and normal one day#and then weeks later she suffered this massive change. it would be hard to don't notice#i literally don't like to see people desperate and suffering#but in this case i don't have the means to help anyone financially because me and my parents are already struggling a lot#as well. and i don't have the courage to even try to tell her 'hi' again. not to mention she's a stranger it would be weird as hell asking#her about her problems. but I'll be here overthinking the causes of her massive change....
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obae-me · 2 months
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Would He Peel The Orange?
(I hope this hasn't been done too much already, but I really wanted to do it) So, if you've been in the same internet circle as I've been in, you probably know about this trend that's going around right now where people ask their partner to peel an orange for them. It's supposed to kind of signify your partner's willingness to do something important to you, even if it seems mundane or even inconvenient for them. So of course, I wanted to imagine what our favorite boys would do in this scenario.
Note: This is just for silly goofy times. A little ha-ha funny jape, if you will. Meaning not serious. If I think a character would not peel an orange, I don't think they're suddenly toxic or would not love the MC or anything.
"Could you peel an orange for me?"
Lucifer
To those of you who say he is too prideful to peel an orange for you, do I need to point out that he is the eldest sibling? Not only that, but he's practically a single mom. He has Sloth as the baby brother of the family. Do you think Belphie peels his own oranges? No! Lucifer probably cuts the crusts off of his brother's sandwiches for heaven sakes.
Is it heaven sakes or heaven's sake?... I actually don't know
However, I do think he would get suspicious, especially if you're trying to film his reaction. He would raise an eyebrow and know that there's something more to you just wanting an orange. Is this orange cursed? Is this a prank? You'll have to convince him it's perfectly normal before he straight up refuses.
Is he going to get up from his desk or move away from work to go grab you an orange? Probably not. But if you bring it to him, he will peel it for you, giving you a weird- and maybe slightly judging- look the entire time.
He will peel it very nicely, but you would have to take the peel back to toss yourself all while demanding to know why you have such a smirk on your face.
If you explain it to him, he'll definitely get a bit smug. "Who knew all it would take to prove my love to you was peeling an orange? If you needed some assurance, I would've gladly provided more for you."
He wins this one. He peeled the orange.
But...he might be asking his own favor from you later. So, minus one point for that, but they do say the devil dances in dealings, so...
7/10
Mammon
"Huh? Why do you need me to peel it for you, your hands broken or somethin'? I'm not your damn maid."
He is already peeling the orange. He is somehow managing to grumble and act like he's not doing it while he is in the process of doing it.
And if you don't have oranges on hand? Just give him any excuse to go shopping and he will take it. And not only will he peel those oranges, he'll buy them for you too.
And sure maybe he's a little ditsy and might not know what the difference between an orange, a tangerine, and a clementine is (they're all orange, dammit), but he will be buying you ALL of them just in case.
Listen, he's a man with impulse problems and an intense desire to be your number one demon.
Did he probably spend the next few hours in the store getting himself stuff as well? Probably, yeah. He see shiny, he get shiny.
But don't worry. He will peel you that orange.
And you will be eating an assortment of orange colored fruits for the next few days.
Is...this a peach?
9/10
Levi
If he's gaming, probably not. Some games can't be paused. And it's not even that he doesn't want to, he'll probably be glad to do so, but he'll do it once this round is over.
And then he'll probably forget. Which, fair, I do it too. You get into the zone and then six hours have passed. Sometimes the measure of love can't always be held behind an orange.
However!
If a controller is not in his hand and his mind is not occupied by several random colorful flashes, he might peel the orange.
BUT
If too many other people are around, he might get anxiety.
You know when you somehow manage to fumble peeling an orange? You can't manage to break the peel properly or you end up dropping it and looking like a fool?
If you've never had performance anxiety over peeling an orange, you... well that's actually really good, you must have a much more peaceful mind-- but it exists for us anxious people, okay?! It's too much pressure!
In the end, he's very situational! But that doesn't mean he refuses to peel you an orange! It would actually make him very happy to do that for you...
5/10
Satan
Very confused. Will ask too many questions before he does anything.
Are you hurt? Is the peel too tough for human fingers? If you're having a hard time using your fingers, why not get a knife or a tool to assist you? Why are you in his room rather than the kitchen? Is that not a waste of energy? What if he'd not been here, would you have wandered around?
He doesn't get it. He means well though.
He might get a little irritated, not so much at you as at himself. He feels like he's missing something.
Is this some form of human bonding? Are you afraid of the orange? What secrets does it hold?
He will peel it for you. He'll even put his book down to do so.
But please answer his questions, he can't find the logic in seeking him out just to peel a fruit for you. He can list off several other more efficient methods.
If you explain it to him, you'll see him visibly relax. So there was some deeper meaning.
Although now he might think that this form of act is some sort of love declaration. Prepare to have him peel and/or cut all your fruits from now on. Which... is actually kind of sweet. What a gentleman.
8/10
Asmo
No... with his nails?! Please. I've only worn fake nails like twice in my entire life, and doing anything like that with those little suckers hurts like hell. Why?? Tried to open a can once and thought my real nail would peel right off.
And even if he's not wearing fake nails, getting that pulpy orange peel underneath your fingernails?! Having the juice make your fingers all sticky? No. Awful. Bad texture. I've always headcanoned Asmo with texture issues, and if his are even close to being like mine, it's gonna be a no.
BUT
If you want an orange so badly, I can guarantee he knows all these cute little places around town that make delicious fruit selections! He'd probably go out and get you one of those beautiful and decorative edible fruit arrangements and make sure they somehow include lots of orange.
Or, if you don't want that and you just want a normal orange right NOW, he'll charm someone else to peel it for you, hon. Don't even worry.
And once it's peeled, to make up for not doing it himself, he'll be all to happy to feed it to you if you want him to. ~
Never underestimate the lengths he'll go to provide for you and himself at the same time.
6.5/10 I appreciate the hustle.
Beel
I... I mean... he's gonna eat it.
Love the man to death, but if you hand him an orange before you fully preface that it's yours and you just want it peeled, it's gone. He probably didn't even peel it before he ate it too. Probably just eats it like an apple.
But, but, but, he'll get you a new one. So please don't look so sad...
It might be best if you accompany him just in case, but he'll absolutely get you another one. Besides, he wants more himself now, that first one was delicious.
He'll gather a whole basket of oranges and you can share them together.
One slice for you...five for him. Another slice for you...
It make take a minute to get a full orange's worth, but it's about the attempt and the time spent. And he's technically actually peeling SO many oranges for you.
I'd also like to point out that I have actually written out a scene in one of my stories where Beel actually EXACTLY peels an orange FOR MC. WAY before this trend was a thing.
--Eventually he came across an orange, peeling off the wax shell meant to serve as extra preservation. Citrus flooded your nose. Your mouth actually watered at the scent, watching Beel strip the fruit before peeling it apart. A sniff, and then it was actually handed to you.
So he would! 100 times over! Even in my silly little side story where everyone is nearly on the brink of death and in a freezing wasteland, he would still peel an orange for you!
10/10 Minus one point for eating your orange first, plus one point for peeling you an orange in another universe.
Belphie
Y...yeah, no. No, he won't.
Or there's at least a very slim chance he will. He does get in weird moods sometimes where he wants to pamper you, but that's on his own terms and his own time.
He doesn't even peel his own oranges, as I previously stated in Lucifer's section.
If you just waltz up to him and ask him to peel it for you...there's a 95% chance he will not. Most of it being due to him being asleep. You would probably have a better chance trying to train him to peel an orange while sleepwalking. That might work. Would also probably make a good party trick.
But, he's weird at remembering details like this. Even if he doesn't act on it right now, it will be logged in his memory. You could mention something briefly once seven months ago and he'll bring it up to you and remember the conversation completely like it happened yesterday.
So, even if he doesn't peel the orange now, when he's in the mood, maybe after his nap, maybe the next day, maybe two weeks after in which you had forgotten it, he will bring you a peeled orange.
Either that or he'll do what Asmo does and make someone else peel it for you.
3/10
Diavolo
You want him to peel your orange for you? You mean... he gets to treat someone like that for once?! ABSOLUTELY.
He is all too happy to peel you an orange! This is like, groundbreaking for him. He gets to provide! Gets to hand you a tiny fruit, broken and prepared with his own two hands! Is this how Barbatos feels when he cooks?
How does one exactly peel an orange, though?... He's seen them whole like this before, but they're typically already in strips when he gets around to eating them.
Break the skin? What, like an egg?
Well...there goes your orange.
On the bright side, it seems he's very good at making orange juice.
But fear not! He'll have Barbatos bring another one!
Wait...look, see, they come pre-peeled. Oh...you mean Barbatos has been peeling all his fruits for him this entire time? He's never known the joyful luxury of unveiling and working for the literal fruits of his labor?! This will change today.
Get another orange, unpeeled, and he will do it himself this time!
It might take some personal discovery and some patience before he peels you an orange, but it will get done, he swears it!
11/10 Plus one point for wholesome life lessons and sheer determination.
Barbatos
An orange? Just a plain orange? If you wait just a moment, he could have an orange chiffon cake, or would you perhaps prefer some orange panna cotta? Orange Merengue pie? Pound cake? Made into a buttercream? A pudding? A sorbet? A sherbet? Served as a juice? Main flavor or just as a zest? Would you like a meal before dessert? Or he could always find healthier options for oranges? Would you like him to list of those options as well?
Okay, so... he overcorrects a little bit.
Bottom line is, he'd peel you an orange. He'd make an entire seven course meal based around oranges. Make it all the color orange if you'd prefer.
Like I said though, he tends to overdo it.
He falls into his royal butlery habits and misses the fact that this is supposed to be so important to you because it's so simple. Although it's cute the way an ever powerful ever perfect being can miss such a detail.
You might have to put your foot down a bit and not let yourself get carried away in the splendor. You just want this orange. This one orange, and if he could just peel it for you, that's all you want.
So he'll take his gloves off and peel it for you. He'll make sure all the extra little white strands are plucked off as well. And he double checks it for seeds.
Are you sure this is all you want? "I guess something so simple can often be taken for granted. I forget that sometimes."
12/10 He'll probably still end up making you several other orange treats and he learned a valuable lesson today. It's a win for everyone.
Simeon
Are you kidding me?
This man probably brought the orange with him. You probably didn't even need to bring it up! He's single dad with two one kid and a sorcerer. He's like that sweet mom who always has certain things on hand. Medicine? Bandages? Spare cash? Candy? Gum? He's got it. He puts the Guardian in guardian angel.
You want that orange? He'll peel that orange, you just hold on. Let's make sure your hands are clean. Use this hand sanitizer he brought with him. Here, have a granola bar while you're at it. Are you hungry? You didn't skip lunch, did you? Here, take this water bottle, you look a bit dehydrated.
Oh dear, and your hands feel so dry! Here, he brought some lotion.
This angel is 100% fully here for you. You are about to be so taken care of.
Not even oranges. You want your apples fully peeled and sliced? Got it. Want something pitted? He can do that too. He'd be willing to stain his fingers and clothes on a pomegranate for you. How is he doing this even outside of the house? Magic or something probably.
He'd pack you an orange in a cute little bag with a hand written note and a short poem.
This man is a real one.
100/10 He definitely thinks that LOL means lots of love.
Solomon
Are...you sure you know what you're doing? He will absolutely peel you an orange, but at what cost?
If you're not careful, not only will he peel you an orange, but he'll add some of his Special Solomon Spices to make your experience all the more... thrilling.
Quite like how thrilling bungee jumping in the dark could be...
Also, he might just try to peel it with magic, which, while nice of him, defeats the purpose of the entire test.
You'll have to specify he's to do it by hand, and keep an unblinking, ever-careful eye on him to make sure he doesn't 'enhance' the flavor.
But, all in all, he does it. Quite happily too, one might add.
Are you sure you just want an orange? He'd be glad to whip something up for you if you're feeling peckish!
You kind of... tempt fate with this one.
2/10 One point for wanting to peel the orange, one point for trying to go the extra mile. But... well... Will you survive is the thing? You might want to try to measure his love for you using different non-edible methods.
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awearywritersworld · 4 months
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i have for the first time found what i can truly love—i have found you
sukuna x reader summary: you and sukuna go out for a late night meal. gojo finds out about your... relationship. sukuna is forced to take care of you when you come home drunk. w/c: 2.85k tags/warnings: enemies to lovers. fluff. lots of banter. cursing. jealous/protective!sukuna. gojo being a flirt. aged up!yuuji. features a teeny bit of yuuji x reader. drinking and drunk!reader. not canon compliant. fem!reader. no use of y/n. no manga spoilers. a/n: i think i like how this turned out! also, the first two sections could def be read as a fluffy lil stand alone. idc whats happening in the canonverse, sukunas just a tsundere who adores us very much<3 series masterlist // masterlist
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"maybe if you stare long enough, food will magically appear," sukuna calls to you from the kitchen table.
"this is no joking matter," you scold from your place in front of the fridge. "i'm starving."
"well, here's an absurd idea— let's go eat."
you turn toward him, finally closing the fridge, and tilt your head to the side. "you eat?"
"of course." he leans back in his chair, folding his arms over his chest. "i typically prefer babies, but hell, i'd even go for an old man right now. i'm famished."
your eyes widen and your mouth falls open. he lets the panic simmer on your face for a few more cruel moments. "i'm kidding, idiot. i eat food, same as you."
"i knew that," you assert. the way your shoulders sag in relief tells him otherwise.
"right," he smirks. after standing up, he grabs your purse and tosses it in your direction. "where to? you're buying."
with only so many places open at midnight, you begin your journey to a 24 hour ramen shop.
you've hardly interacted with sukuna outside of your apartment, so this is certainly an experience you didn't anticipate. and in fact, you're shocked at how normal it feels— almost as if it's a date.
as you walk down the street, people eye him suspiciously because of the dark lines they assume are tattoos. it doesn't bother you though, nor does the lateness of the hour. you know that you're safe because you're with him.
your hands keep brushing against one another's, and you're hoping that he'll eventually take a hint and reach for yours. he doesn't (i mean come on, do you even know who you're dealing with?).
he does at least pick up on your pouty expression with impressive ease. "what now?"
"nothing," you huff.
"don't be a brat."
you sigh dramatically. "you're supposed to hold my hand."
"sure princess," he says condescendingly, lacing his fingers through yours. "maybe use your words next time like a big girl."
he doesn't fail to notice the ensuing skip in your step, and he kicks himself for regarding it as cute.
when you arrive at the ramen shop, sukuna orders no less than three bowls, which earns him a glare once the waitress walks away.
"when i agreed to pay, i didn't know what a glutton you are."
"oh yeah? cause i'm just the picture of temperance any other time?"
you scoff. "well you've got me there."
a sly smirk settles onto his face before he speaks again. "maybe one day you'll learn how greedy i am when it comes to the things i've deemed pleasurable."
you choke on the water you'd just brought to your lips, your face heating up as if it'd been bathed by fire.
wiping at your mouth, you try your best to recover quickly. "whatever, you hellion. as long as that doesn't involve a fourth bowl of ramen."
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you're no more than 10 steps away from the shop when you hold out your hand to him. "ahem."
he grabs it roughly and not without rolling his eyes.
"what?" you ask innocently. "that was a word."
"hardly," he jeers. "for as much as you read, i'd expect you to be more fluent than a child."
"and at 1000 years old, i'd expect you to be more charming than a teenage boy, but i guess we're both making concessions."
"see, this is the part that puzzles me. you never seem to have trouble with your words when you're being insolent."
"maybe it's a sign," you begin whimsically. "the universe decided you need to be taken down a peg."
"ah, yes. you as the executor of the universe's will. i don't know why i couldn't see it before."
you giggle, rather delighted that he's elected to play along with your quips. there's something that feels so warm and pleasant about it.
as you wonder if he feels it too, your hand tightens around his.
you're not quite ready to head back to your apartment just yet, because you're scared you'll lose the atmosphere surrounding the two of you. in truth, it's a bit intoxicating.
the perfect opportunity arises when you spot a small park up ahead. lights are strung around the trees, all of which are situated around a small fountain.
"we should stop at that park!" you hardly finish speaking before you take off in that direction, tugging him along behind you.
after you plop down on the fountain's ledge, sukuna takes his place beside you.
"let's sit here for a little while."
he doesn't respond and you take his silence as agreement. he's not really one to stifle his grievances.
as the minutes pass, the rush of the fountain is the only noise that fills the air, while you gaze at the trees with a serene expression.
sukuna, however, is looking at you. the only care he has for the trees is the way their lights reflect in your eyes. otherwise, he's fully occupied by the curve of your nose and the fullness of your lips.
"isn't this pretty?" you finally ask.
"it's pretty," he agrees, even when such a soft word feels foreign on his tongue.
his eyes still haven't left you, and you seem to be oblivious to this fact until he reaches up to stroke your cheek with the back of fingers.
when your gaze lands on him, the fondness written all over his face catches you off guard and you realize how close the both of you are. without really thinking about it, you lean into his touch.
"very pretty," he repeats lowly, as if he's talking to himself.
your heart lurches once in your chest, then hammers away at your ribcage without respite. he leans toward you a fraction of an inch, his eyes flicking down to your lips for a brief second.
truthfully, sukuna has never felt the way he does in this moment. it's a sincere sort of desire. he doesn't want the mindless devotion he once thirsted for from his followers. and he doesn't want the sex he used to crave from his concubines.
no. he just wants you— in whatever capacity you're willing to have him.
the way he's looking at you is just too much. there's a dull thudding in your ears and you swear your thoughts are moving at a million miles a minute.
so naturally, you blurt out the first thing you can manage. "we should take a selfie!"
his face shifts from whatever that expression was to one of confusion. "take a selfie?"
some twisted mix of relief and disappointment crashes through you.
"yeah, a selfie. a picture together. ya know, since the park is so pretty," you ramble.
he pulls away from you. not all the way, but enough that it gives you space to finally breath. he chuckles and it doesn't sound lofty like it so often does. in fact, he seems genuinely amused by you.
"a selfie," he deliberates. "that sounds great, but to the best of my knowledge, hell hasn't frozen over."
and just like that, your dynamic feels like it did during your walk from the ramen shop to the park— comfortable and fun.
"well i guess you would be one of the first to know."
ignoring his protests, you take out your phone and hold it far enough away that the camera captures both of your faces. you can see on the screen that he's put on an expression of complete boredom.
"c'mon," you nudge him with your elbow. "you look like you hate me."
the corner of his mouth curves upward. "that's because i do."
you think back on the way he was gazing at you just moments ago and laugh. "you're so full of shit."
then, without warning, you press a kiss to his cheek and click the button.
you decide that his vague look of contented surprise will just have to do.
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when you and yuuji walk into the bar, you immediately spot one of the people you're there to meet. he's sitting at a hightop by himself, his snow white hair pretty hard to miss.
you tap his shoulder and his face breaks out into a grin. he slides out of the barstool. "if it isn't my favorite civilian!"
as he pulls you into a hug, you wonder if he's ever going to get tired of that joke. "if it isn't my favorite old man."
"35 is not old," he argues, moving to greet yuuji. "i'm still in the summer of my life, thank you very much!"
"gojo you're 36," the pink haired man remarks.
"gah! such betrayal, yuuji!" he presses his hand to his forehead and takes a deep breath. "now i'm going to need another round."
"i'll go and get drinks for all of us," you offer. "you two stay here so no one takes the table."
before either of them can respond, you turn and begin making your way through the crowd. you don't hear gojo when he calls out, "but darling! i should go with you!"
he takes a step in your direction, but stops when sukuna's mouth appears on yuuji's cheek. "you certainly should not, you insufferable half wit."
"relax, dude. he flirts with literally everyone," yuuji informs him.
gojo scoffs. "i am right here—"
"as if that makes it better?" sukuna barks. "she isn't some toy to be played with."
"of course she isn't! you can't honestly think i'd believe otherwise."
gojo is left forgotten for a moment as the other two bicker, so he interjects once there's a lull in the conversation. "do either of you care to explain what the hell is going on?"
yuuji turns toward him, trying and failing to hide the embarrassment on his face once he realizes that gojo is, in fact, still standing there.
his eyebrows are raised above his sunglasses and it's clear he is inappropriately amused by the situation (what else is new?). he moves to sit across from the younger man, looking at him expectantly.
having no way to talk himself out of this, yuuji relays the recent events regarding you and sukuna, sparing some of the finer details. gojo's face doesn't really betray much emotion throughout the story, though he does look thoughtful by the end of it.
leaning forward, he crosses his arms on top of the table. "maybe your feelings for her are influencing his own, forcing a sort of bond between them?"
"i don't think so," yuuji contends honestly. "other than her, you're the person i admire and respect the most, but he thinks—"
"that you are perhaps the most imbecilic rampallion i've ever had the displeasure of coming across."
gojo jerks back, as if the insult had hit him squarely in the jaw. the look of giddiness from yuuji's compliment, followed by the shift to indignation at sukuna's insult is almost comical.
he stretches his neck forward, cupping his hand around one side of his mouth as if it'd keep sukuna from hearing. "what'd he just call me?"
yuuji shrugs. "beats me, but i don't think he was singing your praises."
"i see your point." gojo pauses, glancing over his shoulder. you're approaching the table, so he turns back to yuuji and quickly adds, "we'll talk more about this another time, but for now, keep this between us."
a few moments later, you appear in front of them and exclaim, "look who i found!"
megumi and inumaki situate themselves around the table too, offering their greetings. you slide yuuji and gojo their drinks, both of which are filled to the brim of the glass. "now then gentlemen, shall we?"
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when gojo teleports you and yuuji back to your apartment that night, it takes everything in you to keep from yakking all over your carpet.
"ta ta, hooligans!"
you turn to request that he never do that again, but he's already gone. taking one step forward, you promptly fall on your ass in the entryway with an unforgiving thud. yuuji staggers toward the couch, making it there just in time to face plant into the cushions.
looking down toward your shoes, you're dismayed to find that each one appears to have two sets of laces. you're fumbling with them determinedly when someone crouches down in front of you, their elbows resting on their thighs.
he doesn't say a word. brushing your hands away, he unties your shoes and carefully pulls them off your feet. you're lifted from the floor before you can register the arm that's looped under your knees or the other that's securely around your back.
"careful," you hiccup, your head falling into the crook of his neck. "'m gunna p-puke."
"i'd rather you didn't."
you groan. "s'not like i 'ave a choice in the matter."
he hums. "how much did you drink?"
"dunno. sss'much. nobara—" you hiccup again. "nobara n' maki made me."
he chuckles, placing you down on what you figure is your bed. "right, i'm sure you had no choice in the matter."
"tha's correct, yes."
unbuttoning your jeans, he tugs upward on your belt loops. "lift."
you do as he says, lifting your hips from the bed so he can slide your jeans off your legs. he knows you won't remember this— hell, your eyes are already closed— but he looks away as he does it anyway.
pulling your phone from your pocket and putting it on the charger, your pants are discarded off to the side. he only turns his head back in your direction once he's pulled the blankets up over your body.
"tuck me in?" you request.
sitting down on the bed beside you, he does so without protest.
he stares at you for a little while, worried about how poorly you're probably going to feel in the morning. he presses a kiss to your forehead, intending to get up and grab a water bottle for your nightstand.
instead, his body freezes when he hears you mumble, "i love you s'much."
his heart clenches so painfully, he honestly considers ripping it from his chest— it would probably be less agonizing.
but a thought that makes him feel like a fool occurs to him. of course it's not him that you love. "i'm not yuuji."
"well, duuuhhh. you're s'kuna." you're peering up at him through tired, hazy eyes. it's the first time you've ever seen him look bewildered, so a small giggle erupts from your throat. "s'okay. you don't 'ave t'say it back."
your eyes flutter shut and your breathing evens out before he even thinks to respond. all at once, it's as if his head is empty and as if it's about to explode.
love?
what does he know about love? it's a sentiment he's cursed for so long, but sitting here beside you, he can't quite seem to remember why. one thing he is sure of, however, is that there's never been a thing in the world he's loved.
suddenly, he's struck with remembrance of a quote from jane eyre you had emphasized with messy underlines:
"after a youth and manhood passed half in unutterable misery and half in dreary solitude, i have for the first time found what i can truly love—i have found you. you are my sympathy—my better self—my good angel. i am bound to you with a strong attachment. i think you good, gifted, lovely: a fervent, a solemn passion is conceived in my heart; it leans to you, draws you to my centre and spring of life, wraps my existence about you, and, kindling in pure, powerful flame, fuses you and me in one."
rochester says it as he begs jane to stay at thornfield with him, an act sukuna had previously regarded as ridiculous, but is that still the case?
were you to ever scorn him, would he fall to his knees and plead with you to change your mind? or if you were in danger of dying, would he drag himself to a shrine and pray to the gods he doesn't believe in?
is that what love is?
could he stand to be apart from you? are you special to him? does anything else in the world compare to you? does he seek out your company? is he consumed by you? can he know himself without knowing you?
does the definition of love lie in those questions?
sukuna hopes not, because he's terrified of the answers. being in love is not his way, nor is it in his nature.
he buries his face in his hands as realization settles into his bones. it feels as if they're splintering beneath the pressure, trying resentfully to stave it off.
he transcends any imaginable scale of power. he's bled entire villages dry, he's commandeered death, he's the king of curses.
so why now? and why you? is it divine retribution? a sick sort of joke that even he couldn't have dreamed up?
gods, you were right. the universe has sent you to carry out its will and he's completely powerless to stop it.
the worst part of it all? he doesn't want to.
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theminecraftbee · 5 months
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Jimmy and Martyn lie, side-by-side, flat on their backs. They stare at the sky together.
"So," Jimmy says.
"So," Martyn says back.
"I mean, it's not like we didn't see this coming," Jimmy says. "I'm just saying. I'm just saying."
"Oh, yeah, sure. I mean, walking off the world into the void, a bit embarrassing and painful, that, but this has been coming since day one," Martyn agrees.
"And I mean, well, I'm me. Sort of stupid to go fight the dragon, isn't it?"
"I mean, at least you actually fought the dragon."
"Barely."
"Hah, yeah, you're right. Barely."
They remain lying flat on their backs. A star streaks across the sky. Jimmy considers wishing on it, but then figures he'll let Martyn do any wishing. Honestly, he seems to need it more. He's been sort of just sad since day one. On Jimmy's front, if it's going to happen, it'll just... happen. He's learned to live with that, almost.
Still stings, and he hasn't quite learned to live with it, but...
They're silent for a bit.
"You know, actually, this is normally the part of the game where I'm ready to start killing people," Martyn says conversationally. "I bet a lot of people are real scared right now. I'm a tricky bastard, and besides, it's not like we have another void to fall into now."
"Oh, good, because no one's scared of me," Jimmy says. "Also, you know, I don't really feel like killing anyone? I've never been good at that, the whole killing thing, though."
Martyn snorts. "That you aren't."
"Rude."
Another star streaks by. This time, Jimmy goes ahead and makes a wish: if it's going to happen again, he lasts as long as he can, and then everyone goes all at once. It's a silly wish. It won't happen. Not with so many people still green, it won't.
He's just...
"I'm not any good at killing, but I don't even feel a bit of the bloodlust, actually," Jimmy says.
"Yeah, me neither," admits Martyn.
"Just feel tired, mostly."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Huh. You know, I've got to say, I'm pretty tired as well."
Jimmy finally turns to look at Martyn instead of the stars. Flecks of void dance across his fingers, but Martyn's still looking skyward.
"Is it weird that we're tired instead of wanting to kill folks, you reckon?"
"Nah," Martyn says. "Think this is just a new way to make us do it."
Jimmy's not sure he really knows what Martyn means by that, but since he's never been much of a killer, he decides he won't say as much. Maybe Martyn understands what's going on better than Jimmy. Jimmy, however, thinks that the exhaustion isn't any kind of trick to get them to kill at all. They don't need a trick; they just need tasks.
Jimmy thinks the exhaustion is just being tired.
Gods know he's been tired for a while now.
Another star streaks by. Quick, and then all of them at once, he thinks. Quick, then all of them at once.
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joeys-babe · 4 months
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Joey B Blurbs: Say You Love Me
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summary: you prank Joe by not saying “I love you” back after seeing another couple do it on TikTok.
warnings: fluff, unserious/funny, pranks, illusions to smut at the end.
pairing: joe burrow x reader
Imagine universe: Into The Mystic
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*no particular date for this blurb!*
(y/n’s pov)
It was a quiet afternoon in the Burrow home, which lately seemed to be a very rare occasion. Joe was upstairs getting ready to go over to Sam Hubbard’s house since a few of the guys were getting together over there. Mostly captains and a couple of other players.
The twins currently sat next to me on the couch while they babbled back and forth with the cartoons playing on the TV.
When I found out I was pregnant, Joe and I had set very strict guidelines for our future kids. Cartoons and tech limit being a huge one we both agreed on.
Well, that was before we became parents. We quickly realized that having two toddler boys at the same time meant using anything to calm them, distract them, keep them content, etc. The list could honestly go on forever.
Now that Joe was going to be leaving soon, I planned to keep them occupied with the TV til they eventually had to take a nap.
As I noticed Miles starting to get tired, Joe came bounding down the stairs loudly making an introduction as usual.
“Hey baby, I'm going to Sam’s now. I'm gonna make sure to get home before dinnertime so I can grill steak tonight.” - Joe
“Mmm. Sounds good.” - you
He made his way over to the couch and bent down to be at eye level with me.
“I've been craving a good steak for a bit so I'm def looking forward to it.” - Joe chuckled
“Okay, babe. Have fun.” - you
Joe leaned forward to give me a quick kiss before pulling away and standing up with a smile.
“Bye, mama. I love you.” - Joe
Let the prank begin.
In all honesty, as fun as this prank was going to be just to see how he'd react it was also kinda sad. Joe has always made it apparent to verbally profess his love for me, and not matching his statement would certainly be something he'd dwell on.
When we first started dating back in high school, Joe made it known to me that the statement “I Love You.” was not something he just threw around. To him, it was a more intimate thing and he'd only tell it to someone if he truly meant it.
I was lucky enough to be one of the people on the receiving end of those three special words leaving Joe’s lips.
But for right now, he wasn't getting the return of those special words.
“Bye Joe.” - you
I tried to study his expression when he realized the fact I didn't say it back but for a second it didn't seem like he had. When he did though, it was very obvious. Maybe she didn't hear me? Joe thought.
Joe leaned down and kissed me once again, this time a lot longer than the first.
“I love you.” - Joe
“Have fun at Sam’s!” - you smiled
The look he gave me wasn't a reflection of hurt but more of confusion and worry.
“You okay?” - Joe
“Yeah, why? I'm great!” - you
He stood there for a second trying to take in my body language, but there wasn't a noticeable difference to him.
“Okay, just checking.” - Joe
Leaning down once again, Joe pressed a very thorough kiss on my lips. My hand rested on his cheek and my thumb rubbed under one of his eyes as we kissed. After, our foreheads stayed touching, and Joe just smiled at me.
“Bye, I love you.” - Joe
“Bye, baby. Tell the boys I say hi!” - you
Joe abruptly stood up after that. They way you kissed him wasn't matching your lack of sentiment.
“y/n? Did I do something?” - Joe
“No. Joe are you okay?” - you
He scoffed before collecting his thoughts and speaking.
“Well I was but i’m kinda confused now.” - Joe
“About what?” - you
I watched Joe cock his head to the side as he narrowed his eyes at me, he was completely and utterly lost.
You were acting completely normal, and happy; kissing him and calling him baby, but you wouldn't say I love you back?
“Do you not want me to go?” - Joe
“What no? Do you want me to not want you to go?” - you
“I mean I wasn't going for that, but I feel like I should stay now.” - Joe
“Why?” - you chuckled
Joe crossed his arms across his built chest, making his muscles bulge, and huffed out a loud breath.
“Are you mad that I was gonna go hang out with the guys today? If you didn't want me to go you could've told me.” - Joe
“You know I don't care if you hang out with your teammates if anything I encourage it. Why are you acting like this?” - you
“What do you mean me?? y/n, what the hell is happening?” - Joe
“I don't even know what you're referring to.” - you
He dropped his arms and ran a hand through his soft curls while heaving a sigh.
“Okay nevermind, whatever. I'm going now. I love you.” - Joe
Joe watched me intently and very closely to see what my next move was.
“Have fun, Joe. I'll be here with the boys waiting for your return.” - you
His expression and body language stayed the same but the words that left his mouth next said the opposite.
“Do you not love me anymore?” - Joe
My mouth dropped open and my eyes widened at his question, have I gone too far?
“What?! Where did that even come from? That's a stupid question and you know it.” - you
“Yeah, sorry.” - Joe looked down at his feet
There were a few seconds of silence before Joe looked back to me.
“I’m gonna go now, or else I'll be late.” - Joe
“Okay, c’mere give me a kiss.” - you
Bending down once again, Joe pressed little pecks on my lips over and over again before pulling away.
“Love you.” - Joe smiled
“Thanks.” - you
“y/n… I’m your husband. Why won't you say it back?” - Joe
“Say what back?” - you
“Don't play dumb. Every time I say I love you, you completely dodge it. What’s that about? If I did something tell me. Please.” - Joe
“Dont know what you're talking about.” - you
Joe’s jaw clenched up and he looked at his two boys who were by now watching him and I instead of their show.
“Hey guys can you go upstairs so Mommy and Daddy can talk?” - Joe
Oh shit.
The boys nodded and eventually went upstairs to their room. Once Joe saw their little frames disappear he turned back to me, his nostrils were flared and he looked mad.
“y/n, what the fuck did I do? It's not our anniversary, you're not on your period, we were literally cuddling an hour ago, and you are kissing me like nothing is up. Why won't you say you love me? It's fucking me up like hell, y/n.” - Joe
I stood up abruptly and wrapped my arms around him, pressing my face into his neck.
“If this is a joke- I swear to literal God.” - Joe
“I'm so sorry Joe. It was just a little prank but I took it way too far, please don't be mad at me. I seriously didn't intend to get you this worked up. I didn't know it'd mess with you like that.” - you
He stayed silent and I moved my head to his chest, his heart was beating unhealthy fast.
“Joe? Baby, are you okay? Your heart is beating really really fast.” - you
I looked up at him as I rubbed his back with one hand, the other rubbed over his heart. Joe was looking straight ahead at the wall, trying to not acknowledge me.
“Say it.” - Joe
“Say wha-” - you
“Say it.” - Joe looked at you
I moved my hands to cup his cheeks and placed a huge kiss on his lips.
“I love you. I love you so much, Joe. I love you more than anything.” - you
“Thanks.” - Joe smirked
“You ass!” - you shoved him as he laughed
We eventually stopped laughing and pulled each other into a hug.
“I love you.” - you
“I love you too.” - Joe smiled and kissed you
Joe and I kept kissing as our hands started to roam over each other’s bodies. Though I protested, Joe pulled away eventually and pulled his phone out of his pocket.
“What are you doing?” - you
“Texting Sam and saying something came up last minute.” - Joe
I smiled and came up with a quick response.
“Oh, something def came up.” - you held eye contact with Joe before flicking your gaze down to his crotch
“Now you're in trouble.” - Joe
He tossed his phone onto the couch and picked me up bridal-style, running to the stairs as we both giggled.
I really loved Joe with my whole heart.
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isa-loves-you · 5 months
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♡Michael Schmidt has a crush♡
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You were a sophomore in college, even though you live in an apartment off campus you still visited your mom almost everyday to check on her and to eat.
One night while you were visiting your mom she brought up the people who lived a couple of houses down "the young man knocked on my door this morning, asking if I would or If i knew someone who can babysit his sister at night". The reason why she brought this up is because you were looking for a job, with being a college student you needed the money and nights were perfect since you only have three classes a week. "He's a cutie, he would be perfect for you" you mom called out as she walked into the other room "cute doesn't matter I just need a job".
It's been almost a month since you started watching abby. She was the best kid you have ever babysat for, and she loved you which made your job so much easier.
"Hey y/n, can I ask you a question" "what is it abs" you stopped coloring to look at her. "Will you marry Mike, so you can live here and I can see you everyday"
You were a bit taken back by the question, how did she know that you liked mike?. "I'm really flattered that you want to see me everyday, but I don't think your brother likes me like that" you flashed her a smile to ease the tension but she just shrugged her shoulders and went back to drawing.
Ever since you started watching abby you found yourself infatuated with Mike. He wasn't a very open person but for some reason mike would open up to you, your mom was right he was a cutie.
It was almost midnight until you heard keys jingle and the front door unlock. Mike threw his keys on the small table by the door before looking for you. "Hey I made peanut butter stir fry, do you want me to make you a plate" you asked while already making a B-line to the kitchen."oh no it's okay, I can get it myself you already do almost everything here" you turned to Mike grabbing his arm and pulling him to the table "oh please making a plate is not going to hurt me, now please sit down".
Mike sat down and watched you shuffle around the kitchen to make him some to eat. Mike would never admit to himself but he liked having you around, he loved that abby adored you, sometimes he thimks she likes you more than him. He really wouldn't know what he would do without you, you now became his reason to get up everyday, too look nice, and too be happy.
After mike ate he walked you to your car while talking to you "I get my paycheck tomorrow so would it be okay if you stopped by after class to pick it up?" "Yeah no problem I'll stop by around 6". You stod there justing looking into his eyes, even though Michael's face told a story of a hard life, his eyes showed compassion. You would be a fool to not fall in love with him.
Once you left, Mike got ready for bed. He took the pills he always takes, replayed the tape he always plays, and looked at the Nebraska poster he always falls asleep looking at, but something was different. You were the only thing he could think about before the sleeping pills kicked in.
His dream started out like it always does, his mom spills her coke and tells him to keep track of Garrett. As soon as he sees Garrett in the back of a strangers Cadillac he takes Chace after it. No matter how hard he runs, he can never catche up with the mysterious car.
Mike stops to put his hands on his knees and catches his breath. Giggling. He hears Giggling.
Mike looks back up to now see a field of grass. This wasn't his dream, this is different from his normal nightmares. There in the field stood a happy abby, laughing holding hands with a happier y/n. Mike feels his heart pick up speed.
"Mike!" Abby ran towards her big brother with open arms. Mike catches his sister while y/n walked twords the two of them. He flashes a smile in y/n's direction "I've missed you mike", you kiss his cheak and hug the siblings tight . If he didn't known that this was a dream he would have thought that he died and went to heaven.
"Mike Wake up, I'm hungry". Abby jumps up and down on her brothers bed until she hears him grown,"okay okay abby give me a minute". He stands up and makes his way to the bathroom while abby returns back to the living room where she watches her cartoons and color.
Once mike sets abbys plate in front of her she immediately digs in. "Abby would you be okay if I started to date someone?", the young girl replies without even thinking about it "only if its y/n, she likes you". Mike looked at his sister shocked "well who else would it be, because I like her too" he says trying to play it like he knew this whole time.
It was almost 8 when you entered the house and abby ran up to give you a hug. "Hey hun I'm sorry my class ran later, I tried to call but no one answered" Mike came out of abbys bedroom with a relieved yet anxious look on his face. "Abby go to your room, I need to talk to y/n about grown up stuff" she looks at you with big eye to try to get you to let her stay "it will only take one minute, I'll come in there to say goodnight before I go".
Abby walked to her room with a sad and betrayed face. "Um here's you're payment, you'll be here tomorrow right" "Yeah, couldn't miss it for the world.".There it was, your smile. Oh how he couldn't wait any longer once he seen your million dollar smile.
"I know this might be sudden and very out of line, but could we maybe go out sometime"
You were surprised. "Yeah that sounds great, I would love to" you were stumbling over your words a little bit from being flustered. You two stood there with awkward smiles on your face, if you weren't in his house you would have been screaming from happiness.
"I better go say goodnight to abby before I go it's getting late" you stepped closer to Mike to get to the bedroom. "Y/n '' before you could respond to him, he placed his hand on the back of your ear and placed his lips upon yours.
It felt like a thousand minutes passed by in those five seconds, and you didn't want it to end. It wouldn't have ended if a certain someone spoke up.
"Yay I was right, y/n does like you mike!"
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heesbaby · 4 months
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VERBOTEN - LEE HEESEUNG
FIFTY ONE; in every lifetime
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authors note! sorry for the lil delay! this is a longer one,,,, smut warning too! i love this chap, it's v heavy on the daddy think n thigh kink so if that's not your thing i'm sorry but hopefully u guys enjoy this!!! please lmk your thoughts, my ask box is always open ^^ reblogs v appreciated too it helps a tonne!! as stated in a poll yesterday, i've decided to shorten verboten to about 60 chaps then do some bonus chaps so actually we are nearing the ending plot lines now,,,, looking forward to doing bonus chaps so if you guys have any suggestions of what extra scenes you want to see send them my way too! ilyasm can't wait to see what you think of this chap ^^ word count is 4.3k!
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You texted Heeseung the moment you exited the elevator on the floor to his offices. By now you’d visited a few times and no longer felt nervous about entering the office alone, confidently pushing open the door to the main floor where you quickly spotted some familiar faces.
Jake stood up straight away, bounding over to you and throwing an arm over your shoulder, “hey you, that was quick!”
“Mhm, don’t tell Hee but I got the bus here,” you smiled up at him. Heeseung would always complain if you took the bus, his argument was that if you had a boyfriend who could drive then why wouldn’t you utilise that?
“Thanks for coming, he really sounded like he was at breaking point today,” Jake sighed, ruffling your hair lightly before pulling back. “I feel like he’s been holding things in for a while and today was the last straw.”
“Sounds like he does this a lot,” you frowned. You were so used to Heeseung being the stronger one of the two of you, he looked after you all the time. Now it was your turn to look after him for once.
“He does unfortunately, but now he’s got you I’m hoping he’ll be more open to talking about things,” Jake looked up when he saw another person approaching, a knowing smile on his lips. “And here comes one of his issues.”
Euijoo walked over to the two of you, a bright smile on his lips as Jake’s arm slowly snaked off your shoulder. You returned the smile, although Heeseung wasn’t his biggest fan, you were still happy to see him and you hoped eventually the two of them could be friends.
“YN! Hey,” Euijoo stood before you, hands tucked into the pockets of his smart trousers. He was wearing a suit today, dressing smarter than normal due to the meeting that was held this morning. “What are you doing here?”
“I came to steal Heeseung away for the afternoon,” you replied. “Sorry about that, you’ll be stuck with Jake for the rest of the day unfortunately.”
“Hey!” The man in question whined from beside you, bumping your hip with his, “I’m not that bad, he’s lucky Heeseung didn’t stick him with Sunghoon.”
“Yeah, lucky…” you rolled your eyes with a laugh, checking your phone to see where Heeseung was.
The man in question had just left his office after seeing your text, straightening out his tie that he’d loosened earlier and brushing off the imaginary crumbs from his trousers. He’d been waiting impatiently for you, knowing the moment you were in his arms that all his worries would suddenly dissipate.
Well, that’s what he hoped. But when he walked out of his office to see you and Jake stood chatting with Euijoo, the sinking feeling in his stomach returned. He knew it was nothing, he trusted you with everything he had, but it didn’t stop the jealousy from creeping up.
He swallowed it down, he pushed away any anxieties and insecurities he felt, tucking his phone and car keys into his pocket before making his way over, eyes only on you as he approached.
The moment you locked your gaze on his, a wide smile on your lips as you excused yourself from whatever conversation the other two men had pulled you into, his stomach settled and his heart felt lighter. You pushed your way past Euijoo, the other man’s eyes following you as you did so, and rushed over to Heeseung.
“Hey Hee,” you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck the moment you were close enough, not worrying about who could see you anymore. Everyone here knew about the two of you, it wasn’t a secret anymore and you didn’t want to treat it as such.
That’s why, when Heeseung went to reply to you, you instead leant up onto your toes and pressed a kiss to his lips quickly before resting back down onto your feet.
“Hey little girl,” Heeseung replied, a wide smile on his lips now. You didn’t know it, but the kiss in front of Euijoo meant everything to him. It was enough validation that you wanted him and him alone. “You look pretty today.”
“Hm, you told me that this morning,” you laughed, pressing forward until your chests were leaning against each other, his hands falling to your hips to hold you close. “But it’s nice to hear it again.”
“You going to give me a proper kiss baby?” Heeseung asked, eyebrow cocked up in question as he waited for you to comply. You knew what he meant by that, and deep down you knew that he was only asking this because Euijoo was there. But who were you to deny him of that? If it made him feel better then you had no problem indulging in it.
You leant back up on your toes, feeling Heeseung’s hands slide around your lower back to support you as you pressed your lips back to his again, kissing him properly this time and letting him push his tongue into your mouth briefly. He didn’t push it too far, he was still conscious that he was in his place of work, but Heeseung let you kiss him for a few seconds before slowly dropping you back down onto your feet to pull away. He left one soft kiss on your lips in parting, smiling in satisfaction when he saw how glossy and swollen your lips looked already.
“Ready to go home?” You asked, stepping back and instead letting him envelope one of your hands in his and hold it down by your sides.
“Yeah,” he finally looked away from you, eyes flickering over to Jake and Euijoo who were observing quietly. “You ok to look after the office whilst I’m gone?”
He was addressing Jake as he talked, only sparing Euijoo a second glance as an afterthought. It was clear to you that you boyfriend wasn’t the biggest fan of your ex, it would be weird if that wasn’t the case, but today it seemed to be amplified as he almost frowned upon staring at him.
“Yeah man, it’s no bother,” Jake clasped Heeseung’s shoulder tightly. “Chill out today, don’t even look at your phone or emails until tomorrow morning.”
“But what if it’s something urgent?” He asked, raising an eyebrow in amusement at Jake’s serious tone for once.
“If it’s super urgent that you need to know about it,” Jake said exasperatedly. “Then I’ll text YN and she can tell you. But other than that, relax for an afternoon. The place isn’t going to crash and burn without you, but you might if you stay here.”
“Thanks Jake,” you butted it before Heeseung could complain, squeezing your boyfriends hand tightly. “I’ll make sure he doesn’t even think about work.”
“Oh I bet you will,” he muttered under his breath, earning a nudge from the oldest man with a scowl. “See you later guys!”
You went to drag Heeseung away as quickly as possible, starting to feel the eyes of other employees on you the longer you talked. You gave Jake a smile, shooting Euijoo a quick one too before you ushered him away. You didn’t want to spend too long in the presence of your ex-boyfriend, it would take a while before you felt comfortable with the two of them together and you could sense some unspoken tension between him and Heeseung the second they were in the same vicinity. The failed meeting that morning must’ve cast a dark cloud over whatever blooming friendship they had started, instantly pushing it back down to zero again.
“You good baby?” You asked, letting the familiar pet name Heeseung called you be adopted into your own vocabulary. The two of you were walking to his car, hand in hand still as he tugged his car keys out of his back pocket.
“Better now I’m with you,” he unlocked the car, opening the passenger door for you to step inside. You leant up to kiss him again quickly before you ducked into the car, Heeseung holding on to the open door. “Want to go on a little drive first before we go home?”
“Whatever you want Seungie, this is your afternoon.”
“A drive it is then.”
His hand found your thigh the moment he was on the motorway, fingers dancing over the skin of your inner thigh lightly as the other rested on the top of the steering wheel. His radio played songs from one of Heeseung’s many playlists he had for driving.
You noticed this specific playlist was the blended one the two of you had made a few weeks back, syncing your spotify’s so that you had a playlist that combined both of your tastes. As the weeks went by, your music tastes got more and more similar as you recommended each other your favourite songs. The blended playlist was starting to merge you both into one.
“I’m going to drive us to a little view point,” Heeseung said finally after a few moments of silence, squeezing your thigh gently. “There’s one I used to go to all the time before, I haven’t been in a while.”
“Sounds cute,” you replied quietly, placing your hand over his and wrapping your fingers around him.
It didn’t take the two of you long to get there, Heeseung pulling off the main road down onto a small windy country lane until he reached a clearing where there seemed to be an area cleared for cars to park. Beyond that was a lake, it wasn’t big by any means but large enough that if there was to be someone on the other side then you wouldn’t be able to tell. It was quiet, peaceful, everything Heeseung needed after the morning he’d had.
He put his car into park before unbuckling his seatbelt, pulling the lever on his seat to lean back a bit more and stretch his legs with a sigh. The way his thighs flexed had his lap looking even more inviting than usual, the urge to crawl into it was itching at your skin so much that you had to sit on your hands to stop yourself.
“Fuck,” Heeseung breathed out finally, closing his eyes as he let his head fall back onto the rest of his chair. “You have no idea how badly I needed to get out of there today little girl.”
“I can imagine,” you pouted at his tone, he sounded exhausted and run down. “You worked hard Hee, you deserve to rest up a bit. Even if today didn’t go to plan, you still did well.”
He cracked his eyes open at your voice, head lolling over to the side to look at you as a lazy smile spread across his lips. You smiled back, tucking your legs up into your own chair as you turned to face him in your seat. Your own head leant on the rest of the chair, hair tumbling down around your face in messy waves.
Heeseung reached forward, brushing a few stands away and tucking them behind your ear, his thumb tracing down your cheek as he retracted. You caught his hand before he could pull away, bringing it to your lips as you pressed a kiss to the pad of his pointer finger.
Your boyfriend’s eyes followed your lips as you did this, his hand reaching further to push his finger past your lips, testing you.
You passed. Your lips fell open automatically so that he could press down on your tongue and prompt you to wrap your lips around him, sucking lightly. A smile twitched at his lips, his finger pulling out of your mouth before he was pushing in his two middle fingers, the heavy weight of them resting on your tongue had you yearning for something else, a gentle whine sounding in your throat.
“Shit baby,” he muttered under his breath, fingers falling from your mouth abruptly when you dragged your eyes up to meet his. “Come here, sit on daddy’s lap.”
He pushed his seat back further until there was enough space to accommodate you, his hands patting his lap gently to encourage you. It didn’t take much to convince you though, your leg clumsily climbing over the gearstick to get into his lap, Heeseung’s hands falling to your hips to steady you as you tried to settle there.
He stared up at you adoringly, head once again leaning back in his chair now that you were steady. You wrapped your arms around Heeseung’s neck and leant down closer, back arching in the position to get close enough.
“Kiss me,” you mumbled, staring down at his lips that were bitten raw from the stress of the morning he’d had.
“What do you say angel?” He replied, squeezing your hips in retaliation to prompt you to use proper manners.
“Please kiss me daddy,” you said, dragging out the vowels in your words just to add to the effect. Heeseung’g eyes flashed with want at your tone, his chin reaching upwards to indicate you to kiss him this time.
You leant down further, lips pressing to his as you tried to navigate your two bodies in the cramped space. Heeseung was impatient, he pulled you down further against him until your thighs spread straddled across his lap and your chest was pressed tight against his own. The jolt in movement had you gasping enough for him to push his tongue into your mouth, twisting with your own and pushing against you.
He wanted to feel you entirely, he wanted to know you were there and you were present with him in that moment. Heeseung hadn’t felt this fragile in a while, he was vulnerable, and you were the only person he’d allow himself to be this vulnerable around.
And it was all because he loved you. More than he’d ever loved anyone in his life, and that alone made him all the more vulnerable around you. But for once, he was ok with feeling like that, because you’d proven time and time again that you would always be there to catch him when he fell.
“Baby,” he mumbled against your lips, trying to pull back a little. You sat back, hands still wrapped around him but giving him enough space to talk, his breaths coming out in small puffs that fanned across your own lips.
“What’s wrong?” You asked, eyes scanning his face urgently. He sounded different, unsure of himself. And the Heeseung you’d grown to know never sounded like that, he was always so set on his words, he knew what he wanted.
“Nothing,” he wasn’t lying, there truly was nothing wrong. So then why was his stomach churning over and over again?
“There’s something,” you replied, one of your hands left his neck to curl up into his hair, running through the strands soothingly. “You can tell me anything, you know that right? Nothing is out of bounds Seungie.”
Although in that moment he felt vulnerable, overwhelmed with emotion, he needed you to talk to him like he was your boyfriend. He needed you to call him the title he loved so much, he needed it to be there.
“Please baby, don’t use my name,” Heeseung all but begged. “Speak properly, I need it.”
The way his voice got high pitched and whiney at the end had you buckling at the knees, almost collapsing against his chest. Suddenly the car felt a lot warmer than before as you mumbled, “ok daddy, ‘m sorry.”
“It’s ok little girl,” he pressed a kiss to your jaw because that’s all he could reach. He winced at how pathetic his voice sounded, he hated how he was begging you to call him that, but in that moment it’s all he needed to hear to know how he truly felt. “Daddy needs to tell you something, ok? Promise you’ll listen carefully?”
His hands dropped from your hips down to your thighs, warm palms spreading across the skin and digging into the flesh a little to ground himself.
“Go for it,” you kissed his lips lightly, watching as his breathing seemed to settle the moment you did so. “Whatever it is, I’m here to listen to you.”
“God you make it so easy,” he sighed, a smile finally returning to his face and smoothing the creases in his forehead.
“Make what easy?” Your head cocked to the side slightly in confusion, eyebrows furrowing in question.
“Falling in love with you, you make it the easiest thing in the world,” Heeseung relaxed in his chair, his warm hands sliding up your thighs further. “Everything you do makes me fall further, you made it the simplest love I’ve ever experienced yet it’s the strongest. I’ve never felt like this before baby, and it scared me so much because I’ve been so close to losing you so many times. But I now know I’ll never let myself lose you, because I love you too much to ever let that happen in our lifetimes and in every lifetime after us.”
“What?” You mumbled, eyes starting to sting with tears. Your heart swelled at the words from the man in front of you, never once had you imagined he felt the same as you, but to hear him say it first had you in shock.
“I love you angel,” he kissed your parted lips. “I have done for a long time, and it’s ok if you don’t feel the same way towards me. But I needed to let you know, because I’d never be able to move on without telling you today, not after everything you’ve done for me.”
“Daddy,” you cut him off, a finger pressing to his lips to stop his rambling. “I love you too, have done for a long time.”
You echoed his words, watching in amusement as his eyes widened in understanding the moment the words sunk in. A wide smile spread across his lips, bigger than the one that occurred the moment you kissed him in front of an office full of his employees and your ex-boyfriend. Bigger than the one that occurred when you showcased all the pretty thigh high socks you’d bought just for him. The widest smile you’d ever seen from Heeseung, and fuck it looked pretty on him.
He kissed you.
“Say it again, please baby.” He squeezed your thighs, fingers edging further and further up your skirt with each word.
“I love you daddy,” you giggled softly, squirming at the feeling when the pads of his fingers danced along the hem of your underwear.
“I love you too little girl,” his fingers hooked around the fabric of your cute panties, tugging on them lightly. “Need you baby, d’you need me too?”
You nodded quickly, almost embarrassingly quickly, before remembering Heeseung’s rule and replying to him verbally, “so badly, please daddy.”
“Fuck, ok angel,” he pushed you back a little, a frown on your lips when you were no longer as close to him as you wanted to be. “Hold on pretty girl, daddy wants to try something new today? Do you trust him?”
“Always,” you replied instantly without thought. It didn’t require any, trusting Heeseung was second nature to you.
“Yeah?” He said teasingly, a smirk tugging at his lips, “going to let daddy do whatever he wants with your pretty body like a good little girl?”
“Anything you want daddy,” you sat back on his thighs as he guided you, his hands leaving your thighs to work on unbuttoning his own trousers. “I belong to you, ‘m all yours.”
“Fuck,” he groaned, hand palming over his cock as he pushed his trousers down his thighs a little until he was able to pull it free, hand stroking over himself a few times. “Want you to rub your little cunt on my cock baby, I don’t want to fuck you just yet. Can you do that for me? Use me to get yourself off?”
Your mind was spinning, could you do that? You could do anything Heeseung asked you to, the moment it left his lips you were complying, helping him to tug your underwear down your legs awkwardly in the cramped space, him tucking them into his pocket as he usually did.
Heeseung bunched up your skirt in his hands, holding it at your hips so that he could see how your pussy was dripping for him, your arousal glistening on your skin and the inner plushness of your thighs from how turned on you’d already become.
Your boyfriend leant back once again, thighs spreading a little more to bring you closer to him, “come sit on it baby, grind your cunt on my cock. It’ll feel good angel, I promise.”
And you trusted him in that, dropping yourself down onto his length so that you could rub you clit along his cock, the combination of both of your arousals making the slide easier for you. Heeseung hissed the moment you made contact, his eyes rolling back and hands once again gripping you tight to guide you.
“Shit baby, feels better than I thought,” he groaned, pushing your hips back and forth to help you as your own hands fell to his shoulders, wrapping around the fabric of his shirt tight. You moved your hands down, running along his chest until you reached the tie around his neck. Your fingers wrapped around it, using the tie to hold yourself up as leverage.
“Daddy,” you whined, feeling a coil tighten in your stomach. It felt different than normal, the empty feeling inside you making your impending orgasm feel tighter in your stomach. “’M close already.”
You hid your face in your own shoulder as your cheeks burned, holding his tie tightly in your hands as your hips seemed to have a mind of their own. Heeseung laughed breathily, one hand leaving your hip to tip your chin back up, thumb dipping into your mouth once again like it was a habit.
“Thank god little girl, me too,” he said, his hand left on your hip was digging little crescent moon nail shapes into your skin with each movement. “Need you to cum first baby, can you do that for daddy?”
You nodded, not trusting your words as you gripped his tie tighter in your fist, grinding down on his lap over and over until you felt yourself coming apart on his cock, your orgasm feeling different but equally as satisfying. You felt empty without him inside of you, but the way your arousal soaked the fabric of his trousers that were pooled around you had you flushing red in response.
“Shit, look at you angel,” he groaned, slowly moving your hips to a stop even though his cock was still throbbing red in his lap. “Fuck, daddy’s going to use your thighs ok princess? Can daddy do that?”
The name princess had your stomach folding, you would let him do anything if he called you that every time. Added to that, the idea of Heeseung using your thighs to get himself off was enough to have you clenching them in anticipation, the words “yes daddy” leaving your lips before you could think twice.
Heeseung pulled you down against his chest, your legs stretching out behind you instead of straddling his lap so that he could push them together. His cock pressed through the gap shortly after, the burning hot skin against your plush thighs had him groaning into your ear as he experimentally thrusted upwards a few times.
“Holy shit,” he whined. “Not going to last long angel, making daddy feel so good right now.”
He held your hips tight, holding you still as he thrusted up between your thighs over and over, his head pressed into your neck to mumble praises and pet names into your ear as he worked himself closer to his orgasm, spilling his cum all over the backs of your thighs and onto the fabric of your skirt moments later.
“Fuck, sorry baby,” he groaned, still thrusting slowly through your thighs as he milked every drop out onto your skin. “Daddy will replace the skirt he ruined.”
“S’ok,” you sighed into his neck, kissing the skin. “I’ve got plenty more at home.”
Heeseung laughed, he knew that, he’d bought most of them. He peeled his eyes open, looking over your shoulder at the mess of cum he’d left on your thighs and clothes, wincing a little at how much of a pain that was going to be to clean up. But the visual was enough to push all those thoughts away, his cock stirring once again at the sight.
“Princess,” he mumbled after a few moments of allowing the two of you to relax, his arms tight around your waist, your own around his neck. You hummed in response to his words, kissing his neck again to let him know you were listening. “You can say no if you want to, but I want to ask you something.”
“Hmm, go for it daddy,” you replied, leaning your head to the side on his chest to look up at him. Heeseung had pulled your skirt down a little to cover you but the sticky mess on your thighs was starting to get more uncomfortable with each passing second.
“Can I take a picture of you?” He asked, kissing your forehead gently, “you look so pretty right now, want to keep this moment forever.”
“You can take as many as you want,” you replied, blinking up at him. “Remember, ‘m yours daddy. I completely belong to you, all of me.”
“Fucking hell,” he breathed out, cock immediately hardening at your words. “I love you, you’re so perfect for me. Going to take a few pictures of your pretty thighs first, then I’m taking you home, ok little girl? Because daddy really needs to fuck you before he goes insane.”
You couldn’t help laughing at his words, burying your head in his chest, “I love you too daddy, make it quick, yeah? Otherwise I don’t think I’ll be able to wait until we’re home.”
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purple-goo-writes · 4 months
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Punk Hazard
Now to put this into a story.
Part 2 Here
It was a normal day in Central City. The Flashes were fighting the latest team-up between Killer Frost and Captain Cold. So of course it was snowing in July now and traffic was stalled due to ìce attacks making the roads impassable. But the heroes had the villains on the ropes. Then a fresh wave of ice and cold came out of nowhere, covering everything and everyone in frost. Dropping the temperature further as the crunching of boots on ice drew everyone's attention. Dressed in distressed black leather pants with frosted chains, a black crop top with a deep v-neck lined with blue, and plenty of ice chains to rattle as he walked was a teen near Impulse's age with pale blue skin, elfin features, and long black hair streaked with white and blue. Blue lips pulled into a deadly smirk as the air started to thrum with vibrations and the beat of crackling ice, "Time to drop the beat down."
Unfortunately for the heroes, they were not familiar with this villain's move set or powers. And it seemed they had made a mistake in assuming that his powers were similar to the other two ice villains. Only to be thrown for a loop when they missed a beat and started to freeze. And the music was only getting faster and with it came faster ice attacks.
Later, Barry groaned as his team worked to get him, Wally, and Bart out of their ice prisons. The three of them were shivering and turning blue from how cold their core temps had dropped. Looked like they would be hitting the showers on max heat once thawed out.
"What in the world was that?" Wally groaned once he was finally freed, while Barry rubbed his hands together to get feeling back, "I don't know but we better get investigating to figure out how to fight this new guy."
"Yeah, I don't fancy being a Flash-cicle just because I can't keep the beat," Wally grumbled, "Dick is going to make me play sooo much Just Dance once he hears about our new villain."
"You noticed it too?" Bart shivered, taking his mind away from the fact that the new villain was around his age and rather interesting to look at. Something he hadn't noticed before on others. he shook his head, no he needed to focus, "We had to follow the beat of the music or we started to freeze up. It was pretty easy to do until he started to ramp up the difficulty. Also...He has to follow the beat as well."
Barry groaned softly as he wrapped the blanket handed to him around his shoulders, "Wally is right, we are going to have to start ramping up our Just Dance scores...Hal is going to laugh himself sick."
All three groaned realizing their respective teams were going to be insufferable.
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"You are pretty badass, kid," Killer Frost smirked once they got away from the heroes, "What even are your powers?" "A cross between music manipulation and Ice control," He shrugged, "I've been calling it Cryo Symphony." "Got a name?" Captain Cold grunted looking over the little punk, though little probably only applied to age given the kid was nearly his height and in that awkward stage between Twink and Tank.
"I was thinking Punk Frost-" "Yeah no, I got Frost already covered and I'm not looking for a side kick," Killer Frost hissed at him, making the kid raise his hands in surrender, "Okay, how about Punk Hazard? After all, I am a punk and my powers are hazardous to other's health if they can't keep the beat." "Sounds good kid, now you got a place to stay?" Snart asked, tone gruff but concerned. He never liked seeing kids turn to the villain life, didn't really like kiddie heroes but at least they had more support then kiddie villains did.
"Ummm not really?" Danny shrugged, "Probably the bridge I've been sleeping under."
Even Frost looked concerned at that, causing Snart to sigh, "Yeah no, I got a safe house you can crash at. Come on, you look like you haven't eaten in days." Danny blinked in confusion, "Huh?" Making Frost snicker, "Sorry, kid looks like you've been adopted."
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wonustars · 6 months
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𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘷𝘦 𝘉𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘈𝘸𝘢𝘺
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I recommend listening to Still by Jeff Bernat while reading the first part!
Summary: It’s been a year since you and your ex-boyfriend, Wonwoo, had broken up. You have been having a hard time getting over him, no thanks to the fact you share mutual friends. Friends who liked to constantly update you on how he’s doing. After having no contact for the past 12 months, you two end up at the same party.
Tags: angst, fluff, hurt and comfort, smut (mdni) j.ww x reader, nonidol! au, nonidol!wonwoo, exbf!wonwoo, jealous!wonwoo, mentions of most svt members (S.Coups, Jeonghan, Hoshi, Minghao, Mingyu Seungkwan.), exes to lovers, y/n has way too much pride, pining over eachother during the whole party omf, they both assume too much, a little mingyu x reader if you squint, low tolerance hoshi as always, mingyu is bullied but thats normal atp.
Smut Tags/Warnings: smut mdni! dom!wonwoo, sub!reader, afab!reader, bathroom sex, p in v sex, semi-public sex, fingering, literally one spank (f. receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, tiniest bit of degradation, praise, lots of petnames (baby, princess, love,). if i've missed anything lmk! :}
Word count: 4556 words.
Note: HELLO OOMFG, my first ever seventeen fic has now graced this website. literally no one asked for this… i just love wonwoo. I can't believe i even finished this with how hectic school is wtf. any ways this is my first Wonwoo fic and i'm very excited and NERVOUS to share it with you all...... anyways i hope u like it haha. lmk what you guys think of it PLEASE i want feedback, i crave feedback. love u all enjoy hfiasuheiuhafsi.
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SMUT UNDERNEATH THIS CUT. MDNI! 18+.
After a year of not seeing one another, the pang in your heart never subsided. The thought of even breathing the same air as him was already causing you to feel the uneasiness boiling in your stomach. You heard from everyone how well he’s doing without you, you didn’t want to have to see it with your own eyes too. 
Unassumingly, you walked into Soonyoung’s apartment expecting to be greeted by the host himself. Instead, you donned upon a familiar set of eyes. Soft brown eyes, the same ones that you looked into every morning for three years. 
You tried your best to act ok, but the familiar ache in your chest was creeping in once again. The same ache that hasn’t left for the past 12 months. The same ache that hasn’t left since you watched him walk out your front door. 
The two of you are still standing there. Awkwardness started to settle in. You clear your throat and attempt to give your best poker face. 
“Hi, uhm is Soonyoung in there?” You Inquire. Cursing yourself mentally due to the audible shake in your voice. 
“Hey Y/n long time no see, and yeah he’s already become good friends with his toilet. You know how he gets with alcohol.” He chuckled. 
Now you’re mentally cursing him. He looks so composed compared to you. He’s even joking around with you. You have half the mind to back out and just drive home. But you can't. You can't because it’ll make you look like he still has an effect on you. Even though you’re not over him you still have some pride left in you. 
“Oh haha that doesn’t sound too good. Anyways, it’s nice seeing you again but I’m gonna go and greet everyone now.” You declare, eyes not even meeting him. If they did you wouldn’t be able to stay calm any longer. 
His hair got longer, you thought to yourself. He looked so good even after all this time. The thick rimmed glasses he wore complimented his features well. Alongside the creme knit sweater, the sleeves sitting above his elbows. It gives you a good view of his strong forearms. The same ones that held you while you fell asleep every night. 
“It’s nice seeing you too Y/n.” His voice is almost a whisper. Eyes scanning your face for any type of reaction. 
To Wonwoo’s dismay you only nod your head half-heartedly and trudge past him. He can feel his heart skip a beat, with both joy and sadness. Being able to see you is so bittersweet, and you still look as good as you did when he last saw you a year ago. 
He watches you make your way through the room. Your eyes particularly light up as you spot Mingyu. Curious eyes peer over to your frame and see how Mingyu engulfs you into a tight hug. Wonwoo's fists ball up tightly and he shuts the door with more force than normal. 
If things were different, it would be him that has his arms around you. Not his best friend.
You laugh at Mingyu's joke, but you’re still conscious of the pair of eyes that are burning into your back. You didn’t have to turn around to know who was staring at you. A part of you is happy, why is Wonwoo keeping his eyes on you? The other part of you is anxious. Why is Wonwoo keeping his eyes on you? 
“We’ve really missed you around here y/n.” Mingyu's soft voice brings you back to reality. 
“I’ve missed you guys too, Gyu.” You professed. Your hand moves to give his bicep a reassuring pat. To the two of you it’s nothing but a friendly gesture. To Wonwoo, it appears to be more than that. 
His jealousy is brewing in the pit of his stomach. 
You, on the other hand, are very aware of the way Wonwoo is eyeing you and Mingyu. If you didn’t know any better, you would assume that Wonwoo is jealous of Mingyu. As much as you want that to be the actual reason, you suppress your inner thoughts. Instead, you let Mingyu continue to talk your ear off about why he thinks Lane's character deserved a better ending in Gilmore Girls. 
Hours passed and the party has dyed down considerably. The only
people left at Sooyoung's apartment are now sitting around chatting in the living room. Everyone but Soonyoung (who Jeonghan and Minghao eventually put to rest in his room) have been engaging in the group’s conversation. 
“Haha, Hey Mingyu! Remember that time you tried to do a flip in the pool just to impress Y/n?” Jeonghan decided to make up a game called Mingyu's embarrassing moments. Group bonding he likes to call it. You can't help but laugh at the way the boys like to tease Mingyu. 
Though you found it surprising that Mingyu's failed flip was because he was trying to gain your attention. 
“I’m sick of you guys bringing that up! My back hurt for a whole week..” Mingyu huffs, he looks at you with a pout. Allyou can do is giggle. 
“It’s ok Gyu, you can show me your flip the next time we go to the pool!” You try not to burst into laughter as you reassuringly pat his shoulder. In the middle of all of this you felt a pair of eyes on you the whole time. Without even turning to look you knew who it was.
Excusing yourself to go to the washroom, you let the group continue to share their favourite moments of Mingyu embarrassing himself.
While you stood there, eyes closed, a sigh left your lips. All your energy had been drained from the party. Especially because 90% of your brain power had been used on looking at Wonwoo without making it obvious. You couldn’t help but steal glances, especially because he looked so good sitting there laughing with the guys. 
The tap was still running when you heard the door open and shut firmly behind you. You look up at the mirror to see a pair of cat-like eyes staring back at you. The squeeze in your chest intensifies. Out of all the people who could be in this small space with you right now, it’s him. 
“Are you and Mingyu a thing?” He cuts to the chase. Wonwoo was never the type to beat around the bush. Whenever he was curious about something he would ask. He finds it exhausting to play coy. It doesn’t make sense to him. 
You cough due to the awkward atmosphere. “W-what? Of course not! Me and Mingyu are just friends. He’s your best friend Wonwoo. I would never do that to you.” 
“I’m sorry I just don’t like the way you two seem so close.” He deflates. His eyes are still piercing into your soul. 
“Why? He’s both our friend Won.” You retort. His nickname leaves your lips so easily. The blush spreads across your cheeks in a matter of seconds. It’s been awhile since you’ve been this close to him. Since you’ve last called him by his nickname. 
“It’s the way he’s always trying to get your attention. I think he likes you Y/n.” Wonwoo sighs, he hates that you're so oblivious to Mingyu’s advances. Everyone but you seems to see the double meaning to his actions. 
“Even if Mingyu does like me, I would kindly reject him.” You assure him. You’re not sure why though, you two aren’t even together anymore. Following that thought, your heart aches once again. 
We’re not together anymore, you repeat in your head. 
You turn around to face him. With your backside pressed up against the bathroom counter, your breath gets caught in your throat. 
“My love, why did we even break up?” Wonwoo questioned you with a sad expression. You frowned. You recall the last few weeks before you broke up with him. 
He was so respectful of your decision it almost seemed like he wanted it to happen too. 
“Because I could tell that the last thing you needed was a relationship. Work was hectic for you, I was barely around because of my last year at school. It just felt like we were always at two different places. I loved you but I don’t think it would’ve been long before we called it quits. I just decided-.” He cuts you off. 
“Yes. You decided without me. We could’ve made it work. But you decided to break it off when it could’ve been fixed easily. I didn’t put up a fight when it happened because you seemed so sure that you didn’t love me anymore.” The tears in your eyes were threatening to spill. His face is so close to yours. The proximity of both your bodies. It was so much of him after not having him at all for so long. 
“I’m sorry, I just thought about what’s best for you.” You countered. A pout settling on your face. His arms are placed on the counter, gripping the marble on each side of you, locking you in. 
“There you go again, making decisions for the both of us.” His voice barely above a whisper. 
Wonwoo's eyes are still trained on yours, and you can’t seem to look away. The sparkle isn’t there anymore. It hasn’t been there since the day you left him. 
“Baby tell me you don’t love me anymore. Tell me that so I can move on. Because everyday that I’m not waking up beside you is another day my heart breaks a little more. I can’t even breathe properly without you. So please, just tell me you don’t love me.” The crack in his voice causes a tear in your heart. He’s begging you, the desperation in his words are clear. 
You look down. Wonwoo's knuckles are turning white because of how hard he’s gripping the countertop. The both of you are breathing heavily, and you fear that he can hear how hard your heart is pounding. 
“I’m sorry Won, but I can’t do that.” You murmured. “As much as I want you to be happy, I can’t tell you that I don’t love you. I don’t think I can ever stop.” 
“If you love me then come back to me. Please Y/n whatever it was that caused us to break up, we can fix it.” Pleading you, he grabs your face with his large hands. The motion makes you look back up into his eyes. He’s crying. 
The tears in his eyes slip gracefully down his face. Even in this sad moment he still looked so beautiful. A blush prominent on his cheeks and the tip of his nose. His long lashes wet with tears. Sorrow somehow makes him look so pretty in the dull lighting of the bathroom. 
Your heart thumps rapidly in your chest and your tongue dry. What are you even meant to say? Is it worth it to come back to a relationship you thought you couldn’t salvage? As much as you love Wonwoo, you two had so much ahead of you. His career was clearly taking off before you broke up with him and you just didn’t want to hold him back. You needed love, you needed attention but he just became too busy, rightfully so. You would never blame him for prioritizing his work, even if it meant straining your relationship. 
On the other hand you were in the final stages of completing your thesis. The two of you were always missing each other. He was always coming home in the later hours of the night while you were still asleep, and by the time it was morning the bed was neatly made beside him. 
“Won, I love you, I do. But I can tell you’re better off without me. From what Cheol and the boys are saying, you’re happy. I even heard you're dating again.” you chuckle bitterly, biting the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from crying. 
“No Y/n, I’m fucking miserable without you. I don’t care what the boys are saying. I only went on a date because Soonyoung said it would be good to try again, but I can’t do it. I can’t because it's not you. And I can’t stand the thought of you ending up with someone else. I want to be your last. I miss waking up to you every morning, and I miss the way the house smelt when you were still around. I even miss the way you would snore in your sleep. I need you in my life, but if you don’t feel the same way anymore then I won’t bother you anymore. You won’t have to worry about me.” Wonwoo’s voice cracks, the desperation clear in his voice. 
His hands are still caging you in, the proximity becoming overwhelming. Your faces are inches apart, and all you can smell is his peach scented cologne. His scent only ever reminded you of home. God why was he so good with his words, you thought. The tears in your eyes start to fall. Fuck. This is not how you thought this night was going to go. 
“I love you Wonwoo.” is all you can say in response. It comes out as a whisper as the gap between you two starts to fade. 
Your lips move against his with fluidity. He feels the same way he did a year ago, you thought. The sound of the running tap and the sounds of kissing fill the small bathroom. Wonwoo’s hands move from the countertop to your waist, gripping you tight. As if you were about to disappear into thin air if he let you go. 
All you could think about at that moment was that he felt so good on top of you. Your bodies pressed up against each other once again. You haven’t been with anyone since the two of you broke up, you just couldn’t do it. No one could get you as turned on as Wonwoo does. It doesn’t feel right unless it's him, it doesn’t feel right to have anyone inside you except him. 
Wonwoo still has his iron grip on you, but now his hands are creeping under your shirt to feel your bare waist. You don’t stop him, if anything you want him to keep going. Fuck everyone who can hear you outside. Right now, at this moment, it's just you and him. 
Both of your breathing becomes laboured as you deepen the kiss, opening your mouth to let his tongue explore the inside of your mouth. His mouth finally leaves yours; looking at you again with those piercing eyes. Staring back with the same intensity you just smile and place a hand on his cheek. He breaks the contact only to dive into your neck, kissing and licking every square inch he has access to. You can only whimper as you feel him marking you up. Even though it's a bad idea for him to leave hickies, he can’t help it. Wonwoo wants to show you how badly he’s missed you. 
You two are close enough in distance that you can feel his hard on pressing against your thigh. He’s rubbing himself against you as he licks up your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin. 
“Hmm feels good baby,” you whisper, as you move your head to give him more surface area. Eyes rolling to the back of your head, your hand gripping his bicep to keep you grounded throughout all the pleasure. It’s been so long since you’ve been touched like this, you can’t help but feel sensitive to every miniscule touch that you’re receiving. 
“I need you so bad Won,” you whimper to him. His hold on you tightens at your words. All of this feels like a dream that you don’t want to wake up from. Wonwoo’s lips feathering soft kisses against your skin as he holds you; it just feels too good to be true. 
“Shh I know baby, I’ll give you what you want, just let me savour you for a bit.” He whispers back in your ear, one hand slowly moving towards your chest. His hand was fully under your shirt by this point. You force him to reconnect his lips with yours again, kissing him harder. You pull away again just to take off your shirt, your bra following without a second to spare. Not wasting any time your pants come off next, leaving you fully naked against the sink. 
Before you can take off any of Wonwoo’s clothes he stops you, his eyes dark with want. Moving you to sit on top of the counter, he spreads your legs. You sit there with anticipation as he massages your thighs, admiring your glistening pussy. He hasn’t done much but he still looked so attractive under the fluorescent light. Your walls lining with slick the more you looked at him. Fingers creeping close to where you need him most, he plays with your wetness. You sigh, the relief washing over you as he rubs slow, lazy circles on your clit. 
“Need more, please baby.” you whine, grabbing his wrist to bring him closer to your entrance. He pulls back with a tsk. 
“No love, let me play with you for a bit.” He’s not asking, and you know how he gets when you two are like this. You’ve always been a brat with him, and he was never one to give in. Always playing the long game, edging you until you beg him to let you cum. Today was not the day to play games with you though. 
“No. Wanna feel you inside me now.” you demand, leading his hands towards your soaking cunt. 
He can only sigh, giving into you for the first time. 
“This is the only time I’m letting you get what you want. Next time you better be begging for me.” He looked serious, and you know not to play brat any more than you have now. 
Without warning he shoves two fingers inside of you. Letting out a moan, you throw your head back. Eyes rolling to the back of your head as you spread your legs further. Wonwoo curls his fingers as he pumps them in and out of you, feeling how wet you are for him. He can’t help but grin to himself. He knows he’s the only one who can get you this needy, and he's enjoying every single second of it. 
Your moans get louder and he slaps his other hand over your mouth. 
“If you wanna be a good little whore for me, you better keep quiet. Can’t have the others hearing you now, isn’t that right baby?” he spits. You can only nod, your brows furrowing with pleasure. 
“You're so wet already, this is just for me isn't it?” he hums, picking up the speed as he finger fucks you. You moan against his hand, not being able to give a proper response due to all the pleasure. You forgot how good his fingers feel compared to your own. They fill you up so well, not even your vibrator can make you feel this good. 
He continues with his ministrations, the sounds of your wet folds squelching echoes inside the bathroom. Your mind wanders to whether or not the guys can hear you, but they quickly dissipate as his thumb finds your clit once again. Rubbing it in perfect rhythm with his fingers. The familiar feeling of your orgasm approaching creeps up on you. 
“G-gonna cum Won.” you breathe out. His hand leaves your mouth, replacing it with his lips. The speed of his fingers increases, the other hand fondling your tits to get you closer to the edge. You moan into the kiss as relief washes over you, your cunt dripping with cum. It covers his hands and your inner thighs. Before you could say anything, Wonwoo shoves his fingers in your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself. 
“Good job baby, you’re doing so well for me aren’t you?” He chuckles as you obediently lick up your cum from his fingers. The praise and your recent orgasm makes your head dizzy. 
Opening your mouth you remove his fingers. You pout and pull him closer to you, and he goes back to placing his hands at each of your sides on the counter, leaning in to give you a peck on your lips. 
“Want your cock, please baby.” you whine, grabbing the ends of his sweater to attempt to lift it off of him. He can only laugh at how needy you are for him. “Wanna feel you cum inside me please.” 
“Only because you asked so nicely.” 
He removes his clothes quickly, both your bodies buzzing with anticipation. His pants pooling at his ankles, and his member stands hard and leaking with pre cum. Your mouth can’t help but water. As much as you want to suck him off right now, you don’t. Mentally leaving a note to yourself to ask him about it next time. Next time, you thought. It still sounded funny considering you haven’t been with him like this in a long time. 
Parting your legs apart further, Wonwoo moves in between them, his hands guiding his dick towards your entrance. Teasingly he rubs himself against your cunt, collecting your juices for an easier entrance. You look down between the two of you and your pussy clenches at how big he is.
“Stop teasing please, I want you inside me now.” you beg, pushing your hips to meet his. He just chuckles, shaking his head before he forces his cock past your folds. 
Gasping at the sudden intrusion, he doesn’t give you time to adjust; grabbing your thighs to hook them between his arms, spreading you further. It gives him a new angle to fuck into you deeper, his thrusts fast and hard just how you’ve always liked it. The pleasure becomes more overwhelming with every move he makes. The feeling of his hard member rubbing against your gummy walls sends you into overdrive. He continues to hit that spot in you that you know no one else can reach. The vigour in every movement causes slapping sounds to fill the room alongside the wet sounds of his cock entering in and out of you. If anything it just turns you one even more. 
“Feels so good baby, keep going.” You moan as he places his mouth around your nipple sucking on it as he continues to fuck you. He moves your legs once again to place them around his hips, allowing his free hand to rub your clit once more. The feeling of it all is hitting you hard, especially with how sensitive you are from the previous orgasm. 
“So fucking tight for me princess.” Wonwoo grunts, his words causing you to clench around him even harder. He’s groaning above you, trying hard to not cum for as long as possible. You’re already drunk off his cock but he wants to savour every moment of this. The uncertainty of it all is keeping him from cumming too quickly. 
The moans coming from your mouth only get louder the more he plays with your clit, and before you know it you’re coming undone for the second time tonight. But Wonwoo perseveres, his thrusts never falter. Not until you feel his member twitch inside you. 
“Cum inside me Won, wanna be filled up please.” you’re blubbering at this point, overstimulated and overwhelmed. You just want to feel his cum spurt into your hole. He groans at how the filthy words spewing from your lips, causing him to release inside you. You whimper against his shoulder, feeling the hot white liquid spilling into your pussy. As you clench around him once more you bring his face to yours, giving a deep and meaningful kiss. 
“Come home with me. I’m not done with you.” He demands. His dick still inside of you, he refuses to pull out, finding comfort in your warmth. 
“I’ll do whatever you want Jeon Wonwoo, as long as I get to ride you later.” you laugh, removing yourself from his grip. He smiles, the pink tinge apparent on his cheeks. 
You hop off the counter to put on your clothes, and as you bend down to grab your things you feel a sharp slap hit your ass. Yelping, you turn to give him a dirty look. He can only smile mischievously, the sight of his cum leaking from your pussy lips onto your thighs is turning him on again. As he gets dressed his head fills with intrusive thoughts, ultimately, he decides to save it for later. 
The two of you end up leaving the bathroom just to see everyone still drinking and talking in a circle. All the attention turns towards the two of you. Out of all the people you can’t help but notice the way Mingyu isn’t his usual cheerful self, the difference earlier on in the party is a stark contrast from his current mood. Your thoughts are cut off by Seungkwan’s voice. 
“Finally! My god, we didn’t know when you two were gonna make up, its been to fucking long.” he exasperates, both you and Wonwoo giggle bashfully. 
“For real, the tension between the both of you was too thick. All you needed was a good fuck.” Jeonghan chimes in, giving you two a suggestive wink. 
You feel the heat rise creep up your neck to cheeks. In the heat of the moment the bathroom fuck was good, but you know the boys aren’t going to let you two live it down. They never do, Mingyu being a prime example. 
“Ok ok, I hope you all got your jokes in. Me and Y/n are going home.” Wonwoo announces, leading you to the doorway with his hand on the small of your back. 
“Good night guys!” You bid them farewell and you make your way out of Soonyoung’s apartment. They all say their goodnights to you two, along with some cheers at the news that you and Wonwoo are back to normal.
The two of you walk towards Wonwoo’s car, his hand entangled with yours; holding you tight to ensure you don’t leave him again. The fall breeze sends chills down your spine, the leaves dancing in circles along the pavement. Wonwoo pulls you in closer, trying to preserve your warmth. You can’t help but smile at the fact that he just knew, even when you didn’t say anything. 
As you reach the destination of his car, he opens the door for you. Letting you get comfortable before climbing in himself and turning it on to start. The radio immediately connects to his phone, the song humming quietly in the background. Wonwoo’s hand finds yours again, looking at you with warm eyes. He places a quick peck on your lips before pulling away. There’s only one destination for him in mind. 
“Home?” he asks. 
“Home.” you respond.
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a/n: there you have it kind reader! you've reached the end. i hope you enjoyed it as much as i enjoyed writing it :D leave a like, comment or even a reblog!!! i wanna hear your thoughts. mwah mwah, anna <3.
plz note: 𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙞’𝙫𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 !
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generalsmemories · 4 months
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Ginkgo leaves
✧ jing yuan x gn!reader
✧ based on the ask: Since reqs are open, you think you could write jing yuans reaction to his lover being Mara-struck? Thank you! - requested by anonymous
✧ contents: established relationship, angst, hurt/almost no comfort lmfao, implied character death, mentions of other characters, pov mostly written in jing yuan's pov, still usage of 2nd pov (referring the reader as you), mayhaps ooc because jing yuan is an emotional wreck.
✧ a/n: when i tell ya'll i legit struggled to be able to write this entire thing. there's been like 3-4 scrapped drafts because halfway through writing i would just NOT be satisfied with the result. to the anon who requested this, i'm so sorry it took this long - but i hope the upcoming trainwreck makes up for it! a trainwreck im still not actually satisfied with LMFAO. but it's better than the other 5 scrapped works. also not beta-read so fellas if u see a spelling error - no you didn't.
p.s: some mara-struck information i give here are totally fanmade for the purpose of this fic alone, as such don't take whatever i write about mara here as what actually happens canonically to characters (then again most of the playable characters have different symptoms of mara themselves).
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"Benefactor, am I correct to believe you're asking me if the general has any specific interests?" Tingyun asks with a snicker, the trailblazer looking away from her prying eyes while mumbling a quiet yes.
"Some of the younger... Can I call them younger? Anyway, some of the younger Xianzhou citizens are very infatuated with the general. Seeing as I've been announced as his honory guest, they do often come and ask me various things to try and gain his favor. So yeah, anything at this point will work - so please!" the trailblazer hurriedly explained, clasping their hands together in a desperate attempt to get anything from the foxian amicassador leaning back with a quirked eyebrow.
"Ahh, love truly makes someone go blind doesn't it," she muses out loud, the trailblazers' eyebrow furrowing together in confusion over the foxian's lady choice of words, "... You're not entirerely wrong with that statement..."
"Do you want to know what his favorite flower is?" Tingyun asks, ignoring the confused question that had been uttered to her, snapping her fan open to hide the cheeky smile that spread across her lips - but anyone could still tell that her eyes were gleaming with mischief as the trailblazer nodded their head.
"He doesn't have one."
"Then why did you even-"
"But he likes ginkgo leaves."
The trailblazers' eyes widened in shock, and rightfully so because the very thing ginkgo leaves are associated with are after all...
"He had a lover once, and as far as I'm aware, his last moment with them while they still had their consciousness intact was surrounded by ginkgo leaves."
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Jing Yuan whilst having forgotten almost every single moment with you, does unfortunately remember the exact details of the day that your descent into madness started. Because what he witnessed wasn't a futile struggle you had with yourself to not to destroy everything within your vicinity. Instead, he witnessed the slow process of your bright self becoming an empty shell, only capable of uttering a few words.
It's comical really, even when faced with a curse that struck everyone mad - he found out that it oddly fit your character to not go mad, but instead become the complete opposite of your gentle self. A hollow shell of the person he fell in love with all centuries ago.
Jing Yuan knew he had to end your suffering right then and there when you first started to show signs.
But he couldn't - This wasn't something that had to be immediately dealt with, his hand wasn't forced like it was back when he had to slay his own master down before she took more lives.
No, this was a normal afternoon on what would've been another normal, mundane day in both of your lives. But everything went wrong the moment Jing Yuan heard the breaking of glass, and how there was a lone gingko leaf inside the palm of your hand - a ginkgo leaf that you were staring wide-eyed at with a trembling hand.
You were too far from the veranda to have a ginkgo leaf in your hand.
General Jing Yuan would've ended your suffering the moment you turned around to lock eyes with him, your own face twisted into one of utter fear.
General Jing Yuan would've reported you the to Ten-Lords Commissions as the law had stated. But Jing Yuan couldn't - because Jing Yuan knew that the moment he did, he would never see you again.
So he decided for once he would be selfish. Jing Yuan rarely made choices lately that was based off of his own feelings, but his time with you was cut too harshly, so once again he chooses to be selfish. Even if that meant that it would prolong your suffering just a tiny bit more. "... We can figure something out," was the only thing he could muster up the courage to say with a shaking voice. You didn't say anything, your mouth wobbling a tiny bit and your breathing getting harsher by the second.
But still you indulged him - you always did. So with an equally wobbly smile, you only nodded your head slightly, "... Sure."
That wobbly smile and expression of utter fear was the last genuine expression that truly came from yourself.
The descent to becoming fully mara-struck is usually a fast process, the curse able to completely overtake someone's mind within the same day the symptoms appears - rendering the person completely vulnerable with the only alternative to either hand themselves in to the Ten-Lords or wait for the Ten-Lords to come to them personally.
Your usual easy-going smile was gone, in its stead was eyes that kept going in and out of focus. Almost as if you were desperately trying to keep yourself grounded - a battle you both knew would end with your defeat.
Jing Yuan didn't dare to venture outside of the house. One step out and every Cloud Knight would've been on you within seconds to subdue you. He had first initially resorted to just holding you within his arms for as long as he could, to be able to remember how you felt like after your death.
But with the minimal strength you had left, you had wobbled to the garden, every step taken only making you pant heavily. But even with heavy breaths of air leaving your lips, you had refused to take Jing Yuans hand or offer to even carry you out to the garden. When you had managed to reach the ginkgo tree standing tall at the center of the garden, Jing Yuan was sure you were going to collapse in front of it, taking a quick step to catch you.
But instead you had merely reached your hands up, the falling leaves fluttering gently down onto your palms. And while you were in indescriable pain for the last couple of hours - Jing Yuan could only see a serene expression when you looked up at the ginkgo leaves that were continously falling down.
"... They're beautiful... aren't they... Jing Yuan? It's almost a pity... that these beautiful... leaves are associated with our doom," you said softly. Jing Yuan could feel his breath hitch in his throat when you uttered his name.
You're obviously struggling to convey whatever thoughts you still had to him properly, taking a moment in between words to catch your breath, eyebrows furrowed slightly as you fought against the searing pain that was spreading through every nerve in your body.
There's a sudden gust of wind which causes the pile of leaves in your hands to flutter away from your grasp. Your hand stretches out slightly, almost in an attempt to reach out for them - stumbling a bit in your step. The limp causes Jing Yuan to take a quick step forward with his arms outstretched. Perhaps seeing him in your peripheral vision causes you to stop the futile attempt to catch the escaping leaves, arms going limp against your side as you turn to face him - your once blank expression turning into a somber smile instead.
Jing Yuan thinks that it's unfair how normal you look in front of him - almost as if you haven't been becme mara-struck. Like nothing has happened to you aside from the ginkgo leaves fluttering from your lips whenever you cough. The same cough that causes the general of Luofu to flinch every time - without fail.
And perhaps you can see his inner turmoil, the way he tries to make eye contact with you, but is unable to after a few seconds. The way his hands clench too hard into fist to the point droplets of blood fall down to the grass and stains it a deep red while he bites his own lips to not say a word - lest he says something that he will regret.
And you truly wish that you could tell him everything is okay like you usually do.
But for the first time since the day he lost his friends, you can't.
"... I'm sorry," you finally say, the apology making him whip his head up to you again. Mouth opening to say something to comfort you, to tell you that it's not your fault. But the words are unable to leave his mouth when he sees your arms slightly outstretched towards him with a small smile.
And he can't hold it in anymore.
It only takes him a few wide steps to reach you from his position before he cradles you within his arms. The grip is tight, unbearably tight to the point it hurts, but you don't complain. You're limp in his hold, and if this was any day he wouldn't comment, but the fact that you're not moving a single muscle terrifies Jing Yuan to the core. "... Please," he finally manages to whisper, the rustling of ginkgo leaves around you almost drowning out his quiet plea.
"Please don't make me do this again."
He doesn't ask if the tensing of your body is caused by the pain that's rapidly increasing or if it's caused by his silent confession. He can however feel the gentle hand that rests against the lower part of his back and your head resting against the side of his own. The reassurance you try to give him does nothing to help because he's aware that it probably brought you unmeasurable pain to try to move those limbs - instead the general buries his face closer to your neck and squeezes you tighter.
"... You won't." you whisper quietly.
It takes a moment for Jing Yuan to process the meaning behind those two words.
But it's a moment too late, because before he can get his phone out to usher a command, a few resounding knocks can be heard throughout the quiet mansion.
"General Jing Yuan. This is Xueyi of the Ten-Lords commission. I've gotten information that there's currently a mara-struck within these premises."
Jing Yuan feels his blood run cold, he pulls himself away from you to stare at you properly in disbelief.
You're still staring at him with the same somber expression, however he can tell there's a small pitiful smile grazing your lips, "I'm sorry," you whisper once again.
"I asked her... personally," you start, finally letting yourself rest now that the end is near, slumping down onto Jing Yuan's chest, your ear settling itself against his heart to hear his rapid heartbeats.
Jing Yuan loathes the fact that it's at this moment, with the Ten-Lords commission outside of your door and with him completely broken do you actually look at peace - like your battle against time has finally come to its conclusion.
And naturally, the one who lost is you.
"Half a day... with you. Then she would come and bring me there. You won't have to... do this again."
You're not able to see Jing Yuan's face - and Jing Yuan wouldn't want you to see how he looked like right now. The arms around you is trembling, his mind is racing - trying to come up with anything to give him a bit more time with you.
But for once, the general that had a plan for every situation had nothing in mind.
He's lost. And the prize of the loss this time is losing you forever.
"General, I apologize for the rudeness of what I'm about to do, but this is for both of your safety," Jing Yuan hear Xueyi mutter from outside of the door, before he hears the rattling of the door frame start to slide open.
"Wait- no," it's a quiet request that gets ignored as Xueyi strides in alone, the lack of company making Jing Yuan's eyebrows furrow in confusion.
"... Their last request along with the request for my late arrival here was for the Cloud Knights to not see you like this. Naturally I won't tell anyone of what I've seen today."
Jing Yuan doesn't care about that, he could care less about his image right now, pulling you closer to him while his eyes are downcast - he makes no move to hand you over to the judge.
The puppet judge before him does not say anything - nor does she make a move. What she does however is wait, wait for the general before her that has been utterly crushed and broken by the person in his arms start to accept the harsh truth once again.
If he doesn't handle the mara-struck himself, someone else would - but the end result only serves to punish him in the end, the one left behind.
Xueyi hears a silent breath be let out by the general, her once closed eyes opening up to see the general pull slightly away from you, one hand reaching up to cradle your cheek. Your eyes have long since closed, and you're most likely not even conscious to hear what he's about to say.
"My dear... I'm sorry I couldn't do more for you. But I'm afraid you'll have to wait a bit longer before we can meet again," he whispers, bumping his forehead against your own gently, "I hope you won't fault me for that."
A long ginkgo leaf flutters right between the two of you, eventually settling down on your chest.
Jing Yuan sucks in one last deep breath, "I'm sorry I kept you here for so long - I'm sorry you had to be in pain for so long because of me," he leans in to slot his lips one last time over your own, whispering something that Xueyi can't hear before he rises up, your body limp in his arms.
"Thank you for your service Miss Xueyi, please see them off appropiately." Jing Yuan says, voice sounding eerily calm - almost like his usual self.
When he turns around to finally face her, the puppet's lifeless eyes seem to grow a bit in surprise. Before her is the general of Luofu, his usual easy-going smile present on his lips.
Like he wasn't carrying his mara-struck lover in his arms.
"As much as I would want to accompany you to see them off, I'm afraid I have some urgent matters to attend to," he informs, handing your body over to Xueyi - she doesn't comment on how his hands are still slightly trembling or how he immediately turned a bit to the side to ignore staring at her head-on.
Even though Xueyi doesn't want to ask, she still asks either way, "What are your plans from here on, general?"
Jing Yuan only gives her a close eyed smile, turning his gaze towards the large ginkgo tree with his hands behind his back. He gnaws a tiny bit at his lips, finally breathing out.
A couple of seconds passes by before he opens his mouth.
"I think I'll meditate a bit under this tree before heading back to the Seat. I can't leave Luofu without me for too long after all."
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5 SCRAPPED WORKS AND I'M STILL NOT ACTUALLY THAT SATISFIED BUT IF I KEEP THIS PIECE LONGER IN THE WORKS THE MORE I'LL BUTCHER IT SO HAHA - THIS IS THE BEST WE CAN DO AFTER 3 MONTHS OF CONSTANT BACK AND FORTH FELLAS. I HOPE IT SQUEEZED YOUR HEART A TINY BIT NONETHELESS.
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letstevengrantsleep · 10 months
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Speak Your Truth
Spencer Reid x f!feader
Summary: Spencer has just got out of prison, and you see him for the first time in months
Word count: 699
Warnings: fluff, implication of sexual activity if you squint
a/n: I've been watching a ridiculous amount of criminal minds recently and holy mother of god this man has had me in a choke hold
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"He's out?" You almost sob, stumbling back into your chair beside Garcia.
"This morning. He's on his way home right now, should be at his apartment soon." Penelope held out her hands for you to take,
"Oh my god... Garcia I - I don't know what to do, I-"
"Honey, if you don't get in your car right now and go see him, I'll never forgive you."
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"Spence!" You scream, running like your life depends on it down drab corridors, hoping to catch up with Spencer and the arresting officers before they take him away.
There's nothing you can do as you reach him but try your best to take in every detail of his face, his figure, everything about him as if it's the last time you'll ever see him again.
"Spencer... I don't know what to do, what can I do?"
"You're okay, I'm okay. Make sure my mum's safe, yeah? Can you do that for me?"
Nodding, tears forming in the corers of your eyes, "yeah Spence I can do that."
There's something left unsaid between the two of you, and the officers either side of Reid are beginning to get impatient. As they begin to pull him away from you, the fear of losing him hits you like a tidal wave.
"Spence, I-"
He shakes his head knowingly, "tell me when I get out, okay?"
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There's two things stopping you from breaking down in tears as you reach Spencer's apartment door: the loving face of his elderly neighbour passing you in the hall, and the knowledge that everything can begin to get back to normality once you see his face again.
After knocking on his door you stand shifting your weight on your feet, anxious to see the state that Spence has been left in whilst in prison. It's only a few more seconds before he opens it, immediately securing your gaze as he lets out a content sigh, pulling you into a bone crushing hug.
"I missed you." Is all he says as he steps back into his apartment, pulling you with him as his grip on you doesn't give.
"Oh Spence, you have no idea. We fought so hard for you, I-" you pull away to look him in the eye, hands gripping at the lapel of his jacket. No words follow, just silence as you stare at each other, the unsaid hanging heavy in the air.
"I know, I know..." his hands reach up to your face, tucking stray hair behind your ears, "me too."
Closing your eyes, you allow yourself to get lost in the feeling of having him back, as though nothing had ever taken him away in the first place.
Your eyes shoot back open in surprise as you feel his lips on your forehead, "Spencer..."
"I'm sorry, I just-"
You cut him off by pulling him down and crashing your lips into his, trying hard to pour every ounce of emotion you feel towards him into this one kiss, hoping it'll be enough for him to understand.
Spencer responds by wrapping his arms tight around your figure, whimpering into the kiss as it deepens.
Nothing could have prepared you for how reactive Spencer is, how he sighs at your touch and tries to pull you impossibly closer into him when you run your hands over his chest. The way he runs his hand up to gently tug at the hair at the base of your head...
It's over all too quick as he pulls away, mouth open, eyes searching your face.
"While I was in prison, I had a lot of time to think... about the things I wish I'd done, the things I could be doing..." he trails off, looking you up and down. "I can't keep pretending that we're not made for each other, baby, I can't keep pretending that I don't want you. In every way I can, any way you'll let me."
"Have me." You say, throwing caution to the wind and acting on every instinct you've got. "I'm yours, Spence."
"Oh baby," he whispers, dragging a thumb over your lips as he leans in, "I'll be so good, I promise, so good for you."
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