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frecklystars · 5 months

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Hi frecklydork!! I just wanted to let you know I was thinking about you- I just got out of a convo w/ a therapist where I realized I was in a really bad relationship and she mentioned I was displaying PTSD like symptoms. I just wanted you to know that theres someone out there who's super super super DUPER proud of you and all the work you've put into managing your PTSD- Feeling constant overwhelming anxiety helped me understand a little of what you must be going through, I can't imagine how stressful your day to day life is and I'm feeling overwhelmed rn! I hope you can take some comfort in this

Goodnight! Or Good day, or good morning whenever you get this!

Hi sweetheart. I'm so sorry to hear that you have gone through a relationship so devastating that it left this much of an impact on you. My heart goes out to you, it's not fun, to say the least, it is a really horrible time and it's especially difficult (in my opinion) when it's repetitive actions from someone you trusted... it's like an extra layer of betrayal on top of everything else. I'm so sorry. I know how badly that hurts.

My response is kind of long so I'm gonna put it under a readmore for ya:

I am so touched that you thought of me, and even more touched that you took the time out of your day to tell me that you thought of me. I hope you don't mind it took me a few days to finally crack open my inbox. I reread this a few times because it really warmed my heart. Thank you for being proud of me. I'm so proud of you, too. I'm so happy you've (I'm assuming, hoping, praying) gotten out of the relationship, or in the very least I'm reassured that you've realized how unhealthy the relationship was for you and you can take the steps to overcome and heal from it now. It's SO HARD getting out of relationships, but nobody else can do it for you, it's always you who has to take those steps, and I'm so proud of you for pushing yourself to take those steps!!!! I know it isn't easy!!!!! I think one of the loneliest feelings in the world is knowing that you're in an unhealthy friendship/relationship with someone and you can literally feel this person draining your energy and making you feel hopeless and worthless and numb. I have never felt more empty than when I was trapped in an emotionally abusive relationship/friendship. It's awful. Getting out of that kind of situation is so difficult, so I am so damn proud of you for recognizing that you deserve better!!! Because you do!!! You deserve the whole world and I'm sorry somebody didn't give you the respect you deserved. It's not your fault. Nothing you went through is your fault at all, and I'll say that as many times as you want to hear it.

I completely hear you on the stress side of things -- thank you for empathizing with me. My God, isn't it the fucking worst? The constant stress?? I PROMISE YOU IT GETS BETTER, I PROMISE I PROMISE I PROMISE!!!!!!!!!! I am finally at a point where my anxiety is not killing me 24/7. It took a hot fuckin minute to get here, but I am at a point now where my anxiety will only eat at me for a chunk of my day instead of my whole day. Getting into the Barbie movie literally saved my life. But, like... it's literally a stress disorder, an anxiety disorder. That feeling of it literally EATING at you every single second that you're awake, and even giving you nightmares when you're asleep -- jesus!!! it's so much!!! it's!!! A LOT and it's intense and it's like you never get any peace. BUT I PROMISE IT GETS BETTER!!!!! 😭😭💙💙💙 IT GETS BETTER ANON I SWEAR TO YOU. I AM HOLDING YOUR HAND THROUGH THIS WHOLE THING!!!!!

One day you will wake up and the person who traumatized you, the events that traumatized you, will NOT be the very first thing popping into your head. One day you'll be able to sit down and eat a sandwich and think to yourself "oh I just went 20 whole seconds without thinking about it". One day you'll be tying your shoe and thinking "oh I think i just went five whole minutes without thinking about it!" slowly, gradually, you will have healed so much, you will look back and think "oh. I'm... so much better than I was."

I actually had this revelation a few weeks ago, I sat down making comics, and then I thought to myself... "...oh... I don't think I thought about my abuser... at all... when a trigger was right in front of my face... for a solid two minutes." I saw a gifset where Margot Robbie was wearing an article of clothing that normally triggers me into a panic attack, but I just kept looking at Margot and thinking "hehehe that's my Barbie!!! <3" and then i realized the trigger was right in front of my face but I was so focused on being gay asf I didn't even realize the trigger was there. And then when I noticed it, my body was like "oh. time to panic" but I managed to push away those feelings and say "nope. nope. that's Barbie. and Barbie is safe. and everything is ok!!!" And two minutes of handling a certain trigger may not seem like a long time, at first... but when you're constantly overwhelmed every single second of every single day... two minutes looks like a blessing. and one day you won't even have to count the minutes anymore. you'll just exist and the misery will only be momentary.

But aside from triggers, now, just in general, I am at a point where I can go hours without remembering my abuser or the events that gave me literally DOZENS of triggers in the first place. Flashbacks are rare, when they used to be constant. I'm not as jittery as I used to be, I'm not as... uh, feeling like I'm going out of my mind, I don't know how else to phrase it, but the anxiety that ptsd gives you literally makes you feel like you're losing your sense of self, and I promise you that feeling goes away with time. I promise you it gets better. I didn't have a support system during my time of need, so my healing process is taking much longer than it would have, so I am hopeful that your healing process is actually going much speedier than mine, even if our circumstances may not be exactly the same ofc but just hearing that you have a therapist helping you out with this is absolutely wonderful. Therapy is so important, paired with self care.

I'm so proud of you anon. I'm so sorry you're going through this and ahhh sorry I'm scatterbrained, it's been a long day and my brain cells are on fire, but!!! I AM SO PROUD OF YOU and I LOVE YOU and IT'S GONNA BE OKAY!!!! IT'S GONNA GET BETTER!!!!!! That feeling of constant anxiety 24/7 is an absolute bitch, but it gets better!!! It gets better!!!! I'll say it a million times, it gets better!!!! And I'm here for you the whole way okay? Please feel free to message me anytime. Ilusm I'm sending you so many hugs and I will be keeping you in my thoughts. 💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

#thank you for taking the time to empathize with me holy shit #i feel like a lot of ppl dont rly. understand ptsd. unless if they have it. which is normal ofc #or just trauma in general. which is fine! u cant fully understand smth til u go thru it #so when you mentioned the CONSTANT anxiety i was just nodding my head while reading #24/7 your brain is making you remember things you wish you could forget and it aint fun #tips: journal your thoughts everyday to reduce nightmares #bc it helps your brain process things while its awake #so it wont process AS much when youre asleep. that way you get BETTER sleep #more tips: sleeping is so good for u. drinking water is so good for ur Scared Brain #EXERCISING!!!! going for walks in the sunlight helps you with vitamin D + tiring u out faster #so u can sleep easier. bc again. oh my god the sleep is so important.#and sleep is the thing i struggle with the most i only get 3 or 4 hours every night #being social helps so much. im going out with friends at LEAST once a week #and scheduling hangouts with online friends once a week as well. or voice calling #i know it hurts so fucking bad right now but i promise it gets better #i am holding your hand the entire time ok you're not alone. im here for you.#anonymous #asks #ptsd #keepsake

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ink-livi · 5 months

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Uhm. Teehee.

#liv talks #this is knowing this is the ONLY song i litened to that day #and technically add another couple hrs on there from looping it on discord with a friend while we freaked together #uhm. oopsie.#im totally fine i promise <3 im normal <3 #also made it into lovejoy's top 0.1% so. yk.

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modestmints · 2 years

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i like ace soooooooo much if only i werent so crazy violently possessive then maybe they would like me too but alasWE ARE NOT DOING THIS AGAIN WE ARE NOT DOING THIS AGAIN WE ARE NOT DOING THIS AGAIN WE ARE NOT DOING THIS AGAIN WE ARE NOT DOING THIS AGAIN WE ARE NOT DOING THIS AGAIN WE ARE NOT DOING THIS AGAIN WE ARE NOT DOING THIS AGAIN WE ARE NOT DOING THIS AGAIN WE ARE NOT DOING THIS AGAIN

#i straight up got permission to have yandere ace headcanon from their creator.i mean not directly bc it was in response to an anon i sent #but still they said go for it or whatever and guess what my brain STILL wont fully believe that maybe they wouldnt mind my insanity #thats my best friend.......they wouldnt hate me for something as silly as not allowing anyone to be closer to them than i am...............#and being constantly overbearing and obsessed with them in a totally not-creepy way that best friends normally are.........................#and maybe kinda sorta killing their childhood friend who probably had a crush on them....................................#friends do that all the time right! its fine! its totally fine totally normal we're all good here!#tobi.txt #shoutout to my childhood bestfriend who was mean to me and ended up abandoning me and i was obsessed with anyways You made me like this /hj #known that guy since preschool and i think he always thought i was below him for some reason and he ended up leaving me for the kp/op kids #but still i forgive him for everything and if he wanted to be my friend again id be his bestie again in a heartbeat.Im normal #id do anything if it meant he would be my friend again rlly.and maybe be a lil nicer to me and put me down a lil less but either way.#what are u talking abt im not still a little obsessed with my childhood bestie.i promise #WELL acie is my bestie now and im even obsesseder with them AND ideally they would treat me much more kindly So<3

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paigebueckersmommy · 13 days

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just tired - p.b

paige bueckers x reader

requested by anon (kinda)

warnings: ed! , mental health issues, passing out

if you or anyone you know is struggling with an ed, don’t be afraid to reach out for help and my messages are open ❤️

you didn’t know what it was but recently you had been struggling a lot recently and didn’t know why. you had the worlds best girlfriend, and the best friends that you could ask for.

recently you found yourself looking at the back of food packaging, and always being tired.

the past 4 times you went to paige’s dorm you fell asleep almost instantly, which wasn’t normal for you. paige knew about your past with ed your freshman year, and was always checking in but things didn’t start getting bad for you till recently. paige had taken you on a vacation for your 2 year anniversary and you got insecure when you put on a swimsuit for the first time in months.

you were at paige’s dorm, laying in her bed with paige next to you eating a bag of goldfish. “baby do you want some?” paige said. “uh no i’m fine i had something before i came.” you say with uncertainty in your voice knowing that you wouldn’t be able to look at the food label without paige seeing. “are you okay princess? you’ve said that the past couple times you’ve been here when i’ve offered you food and your always falling asleep. i’m getting worried”paige said siting up and looking at you. “P, i promise im fine. “ you say pressing a kiss to her lips.

the next day

it was 7pm, and you were at the gym for the 2nd time that day. you were running on the treadmill watching the ‘cals. burned’ part of the screen go up when you got in incoming facetime call from paige. knowing she would freak out if she knew you were there for the 2nd time, you ran into the bathroom and into the stall at the end before picking up. you answer the phone, out of breath. “hi baby! i was wonder- ma where are you?” paige said with confusion. “oh uh- i’m at the gym.” you say knowing you couldn’t keep anything from paige. “baby didn’t you go this morning before your first class?” paige says.

“y-yea but i had some extra time on my hands tonight.” you say with shaky breath. “okay. as long as your eating 3 meals a day baby.” paige says with a sincere voice. “anyway i was wondering segue you get home if i could come over. i need to study and kk is being so loud playing fortnite… i also miss you.” you smile. “yea paige that’s fine ill be home in like 30 minutes.” you lie. you would be home in 15.

when you get home you shower, feeling faint. you change into sweats as you are cold despite taking a hot shower. you brush your hair and start walking into the living room when-

you pass out.

paige’s pov:

i jiggle my keys into her apartment door when i walk in and she’s on the floor of her living room. i immediately drop all my stuff, rushing next to her side. i start nudging and shaking her with panic, “baby wake up it’s me paige please baby,” i say as i feel a tear form and not long after i feel it fall.

readers pov:

i feel myself being shaken. was i asleep? did i fall asleep on my floor? “baby please wake up,” i hear paige say as i start to comprehend the things happening. “paige what happened,” you say, fluttering your eyes. “baby i think you passed out are you okay? why haven’t you been eating.” paige says as you notice that’s she’s crying.

“baby please talk to me. i’ve been worrried by you a lot recently.” paige helps you up as you both sit on your couch. “i-i don’t know. it’s just that i feel like my body isn’t good enough i need to lose weight.”

paige looks at you. “baby. your the most perfect girl i’ve ever met. every part of you, your personality, your body, your face, anything. you don’t have to change anything about you baby your already perfect.”

#paige bueckers #uconn wbb #paige buckets #uconn women’s basketball #paige bueckers x reader #uconn huskies #nika muhl #spotify #paige bueckers fluff

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dixonsdolls · 10 months

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CLOSER | DARYL DIXON

SYNOPSIS ❥ On the road, you can’t seem to focus on anything other than wanting Daryl to fuck you senseless. Because he’s such a good boyfriend, you get what you want.

Pairing ❥ Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Content warnings ❥ 18+ content (MDNI), porn without plot, creampie, unprotected p in v, oral (daryl receiving!), dirty talk, car sex, basically reader being feral (like we all are)

Word Count ❥ 2.3k

A/N ❥ hi my loves!! long time no see, i know </3 been busy with stuff irl but i wanted to get this piece out for you all as a thank you for hitting 100 followers! it means the world to me <3 hope y’all enjoy this, im squeezing my legs as we speak bc whew. and also, the picture is purely there to generate imagery, there are no descriptions of the reader! xoxo, sammy

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“You let me violate you

You let me desecrate you

You let me penetrate you

You let me complicate you

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I wanna fuck you like an animal

I wanna feel you from the inside

I wanna fuck you like an animal”

Closer by Nine Inch Nails

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“What?”

His gruff voice spooked you from your lustful haze, where you’d been glancing over at Daryl every couple seconds. You shook your head in a fruitless attempt to clear your sinful thoughts, before meeting his eyes.

“Hmm?” You spoke softly, it was all you could do in your state. Oh, how you wanted him to pull over and let you have your way with him.

“Been starin’ at me since we got in the car. Do I got somethin’ on my face or what?” Daryl sounded annoyed, but you knew him better to just be deeply confused by your actions. You couldn’t exactly blame him, it’d been over twenty minutes and you’d barely spoken since you both had left for a supply run.

But you couldn’t help it. With your panties soaked, slit slippery and clit throbbing in neglect, you were desperately trying to act normal.

Clearly, you’d failed.

It was Daryl’s fault; you’d been fine until you saw him leant against a porch pillar, lighting up a cigarette. You couldn’t explain it because you’d seen him smoke before, but something about the way he looked then had your thighs squeezing, breath catching.

He was busy talking to Rick, blowing smoke as he spoke intently. His arms were bulging, muscles on full display as they moved to further prove his words. The vest did nothing to offer cover and with his pretty lips wrapped around the cigarette, you felt faint. His brown locks were shaggy, covering his eyes in a way that made you wanna tug them as you kissed.

Simply put, you’d wanted him to ruin you.

“No, baby. Jus’ look pretty today is all.” You sighed, now staring at him shamelessly as you leant against the car door to have him in your full view.

“Pretty?!” Daryl scoffed, affronted at the very suggestion. Even so, his ears heated up and his cheeks tinged the slightest shade of pink. “Can’ say I've heard that one before.”

“You are,” You promised, voice filled to the brim with adoration for him because yeah, your archer was fuckin’ pretty and deserved to be told. “Look super handsome today.”

“Shut up.” His gruff voice sounded, rolling his eyes at you as you’d made him flush again.

“I’m serious! Got me all flustered, ever since this mornin’!” You huffed, voice whiny and light, throwing your head back against the window for relief on your heated skin.

With your admission, he averted his gaze from the road to you, silently groaning at your blown out pupils, the pink flush dancing across your cheeks and down your chest.

Jesus, you were serious. How the fuck was he supposed to continue on driving when he had his girl next to him, needy for him?

“Fuck.” He spoke, noting that you had now taken your seatbelt off and were shuffling closer to him. “What’re you doin?”

You’d opted to take an old pickup truck and there wasn’t any middle console, just a continuation of the bench. For what you had in mind, you silently thanked whoever came up with that design.

“Pull over, Daryl.” With a breathy voice, you pressed a wet kiss onto his neck. Hearing a hitch in his breath, you licked up his neck until you reached his scruffy cheek, moaning as you did so. “Please, need you so bad.”

The car jerked suddenly as you palmed his strong thigh, teeth nibbling on his earlobe. He felt himself harden in his pants at the feel of your dainty hands touching him, of your plushy lips soothing the sting your teeth had left behind.

“Can’t, sunshine. It’s not safe to be sittin’ in the road bein’ distracted.” He spoke with regret, especially as your hand palmed his dick over the material. He wanted you safe though, and he wasn’t lying when he thought it was dangerous to pull over in the middle of nowhere. “Just wait til we get— fuck.”

His words muddled into a string of curses, car wobbling again as you’d released him before pulling his cock from his pants, zipper undone.

“Wanna suck you off.”

And shit, with the way you were looking at him, with the way you wet your lips as you looked at his dick, he wanted to stuff your mouth full.

“Dammit, you’re such a fuckin’ brat.” You bent down, level with his crotch as you gawked at his exposed dick, precum now bubbling at the tip.

You licked your lips at the sight of white, pearly beads and before he could process it, his engorged tip was in the warm confines of your mouth, suckling soft and slow.

“Cant ever behave, can you? Jesus, baby.” He looked down at you, grunting as your eyes met his just as you swirled your tongue over him, dipping into his drippy slit. You hummed at the salty flavor of him, giving a few more sucks to his tip, before releasing it with a ‘pop’, a string of saliva connecting your puffy lips to him.

You’d only stopped because you noticed he’d let off the gas, the car barely even moving down the deserted street.

“Drive.” You demanded, gripping his base and jerking at a teasingly slow pace, eyes piercing his pretty blue ones. You leaned in to his face, licking his bottom lip before sucking the soft skin into your mouth. Daryl was so unbelievably turned on from your behavior that your voice barely registered. You released his lip, planting a wet kiss onto him before looking at him again. “Drive the car, or I’m stopping. It’s not safe to stop, remember?”

And from the snarl that appeared on his spit-slick mouth, you knew you’d pay for saying that.

“Nah, I can’t focus when your mouth is o—“

“Drive.”

Your command surged him into action, partially because your bratty attitude was making him throb and partially because he needed his dick down your throat, now.

The engine roared as he pressed down on the gas. Then, he gripped your hair tightly, scalp tingling as he made you look at him.

“Suck.” When you made no move, because you’d been too fucking entranced by how hot Daryl was, especially as he yanked your hair roughly, he grunted. “Now, your pissin’ me off with your little fuckin’ angel eyes.”

His words, along with his grip on your hair, had you parting your lips and sucking him down.

The car was filled with the filthy noises your mouth made as you switched between licking him from base to tip and then wrapping swollen lips around him. His taste was overwhelming your senses and your cunt ached to be filled. The rumble of the car kept jiggling your body and you gagged around him as you slid lower onto him.

Tears pooled your lash line but instead of letting up, you bobbed your head up and down to hear more of his groans. The only time Daryl was truly vocal was when you sucked him off and shit, if it didn’t make you wet.

You snuck a hand around to pet your pussy, the throb becoming too much to ignore, when Daryl suddenly pulled you off him. And the sight of you had him bucking into the air; a mix of spit and his precum coated your lips, your eyes wet from crying on his cock, hair messy around your face.

You looked so pretty like this, all cock-drunk.

“Don’t get to touch yourself, not with your fuckin’ attitude.” His tone was so gravely, so assertive that instead of being annoyed, you whimpered. “Now, get your pants off and c’mere.”

It was only then you’d noticed that he’d stopped the car, trees surrounded the vehicle as nothing was in sight for miles.

Your demanding act was far gone; you needed Daryl inside you.

Without another thought, you clambered from your kneeling spot and wiggled out of your pants as best as you could, though your movements were jittery as Daryl watched you the entire time, eyes nearly black with need.

Finally free, you swung yourself onto his lap and moaned loudly; his cock, hard and still coated in your spit, rubbed at your thinly covered cunt as you sat atop him. The buckle of his pants was cold and you jolted as its coolness hit your puffy clit.

“Fuck, Daryl.” You gripped his long strands, yanking as you humped him. The sight of you all whiny and pathetic for him made him grunt lowly before catching your parted lips in a kiss. “Mmph.”

Immediately, the kiss was obscene. Daryl rubbed his tongue with yours, swallowing your whines as the muscles danced with one another. Spit was pooling at the corner of your mouth and as he pulled away, a string of saliva connected you both.

Breathing heavily, Daryl reached between you both and pulled your underwear to the side, swearing as he did so.

“So fuckin’ wet, honey. All this for me?” His eyes flickered across your face as you stared back, lust drenching your features as you huffed.

“All for you,” you gasped, lips bumping his and fingers pulling his hair. His fingers found your entrance, marveling at how fucking soaked you were. Daryl leaned into you, capturing your mouth with his as you whimpered into him as he shoved two fingers in at once.

For a bit, thats all it was and it was a fucking sight. You, clinging to Daryl as you greedily kissed him, moans spilling from you as his fingers filled you. Him, fucking you with one hand whilst the other gripped your ass harshly, pulling the flesh as he rocked you against his fingers inside you.

You would’ve come like that, if he hadn’t then removed them just as your orgasm tickled your gut.

“What the fu—“ you were cut off by Daryl as he shoved his fingers, the ones that were just inside you and therefore covered in slick, inside your parted mouth.

“Shh, thats it.” He marveled as you sucked and cleaned his fingers like the good girl he knew you were.

Pulling them from your lips, he dragged the wetness across your cheek before crashing his lips to yours. You both made noises because the musky and sweetness of you lingered on your tongue. With your taste coating his tastebuds, he snapped.

Daryl parted from you before one hand gripped you and the other grabbed his cock, moving until you were sinking down onto him.

Your cries mingled with his groans; your tight, wet heat sucked him down and finally, he was inside you and filling you up, just like you’d wanted.

“Fuck, Daryl.” You whined, hips swiveling to get used to his size. You were torn between the relief of being filled to the brim and the discomfort because of how big he was.

“This what you wanted, huh? Just so fuckin’ needy you had to stop us in the fuckin’ road?” He grunted, a calloused hand coming to grip your throat, the tightness steadying you. “My filthy girl.”

Then, he thrusted up into you and the sound you made was like a symphony of music to his ears. Spurred on, he kept thrusting into your pussy, groaning at the wet, slippery sounds filling the car. You were so overwhelmed with pleasure and the feel of him that you just clung to him, rolling your hips and humping your clit against him as you took each thrust he gave you.

Though, one particular move was so fucking deep it had you mewl, fingernails digging into the soft skin of Daryl’s neck.

“Daryl,” you gasped, euphoria pumping through every crevice of your body. The buckle of his belt was now slick as your clit continued to hump. “So big— uh, uh— so big.”

His hand gripped your throat firmly, fastening his pace as helped you move with him by lifting your ass in tandem with his hips.

You were a mess; blubbering nonsense to him as your cunt repeatedly clenched down on him as you grew closer to your peak. Daryl was so high on you, your pretty sounds, and suddenly, he needed to see more of your skin.

He removed his grip from your ass to yank your shirt up and he let out a grunt as he saw your absence of a bra. Then, without any other preamble, his lips wrapped around a peaked nipple, sucking wetly.

The mix of his mouth making out with your chest and his cock filling you up at such a haste pace had you crying out, tears spilling down your cheeks as you shuddered on his lap.

Your orgasm had triggered his own; the feel of your sopping pussy squeezing him and your cry of pleasure sent him over the edge.

His moans were animalistic as he filled you to the brim, thrusts losing their rhythm as he pumped his spend into you.

“Daryl—“ you whispered, suddenly exhausted and wanting him closer to you, despite your limbs being intertwined with one another tightly. “Baby.”

“Such a good girl,” he spoke into your neck, making no move to remove his softening cock from you. Even if he did try, you wouldn’t let him. The crazed feeling you’d felt was finally soothed, his cock inside you released relief throughout your body.

Daryl brought a finger between your thighs and his cock twitched inside you as he collected both your orgasms. “Open.”

Because you’d do anything he told you, you wordlessly opened your mouth and moaned as he stuck come covered fingers between your lips. He watched you as you sucked his fingers clean, eyes hooded with tiredness.

“C’mon, gotta get home.” He patted your waist, adoration swirling in his chest as you made no move to return to your seat. In fact, you just scooted closer until your nose grazed his sweaty neck.

“Thought we needed to get stuff.”

“Nah, we’ll just say we couldn’ find anythin’” Daryl brought a hand to your hair, gently brushing your head as you pressed kisses to his collarbone.

You both stayed connected for awhile; maybe two minutes, maybe two hours. Being close with Daryl was exactly what you’d needed to feel a little less feral.

Though, as you both finally rolled through the gates with messy hair and flushed faces, everyone looked at you both knowingly.

#daryl fanfiction #daryl dixion x reader #daryl x y/n #the walking dead daryl #daryl dixion imagine #daryl imagines #the walking dead #daryl x reader #norman reedus #daryl dixon

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10yo-anon · 8 days

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《 SICK DAYS. 》

Satoru Gojo x F!reader

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⚠️: slight silly type of hurt/comfort!! Yay! :3 (possibly ooc! Satoru), DIALOGEEEEE!!

WC: 896.

A/N: NOOOOO MY TUMBLR DRAFTS DIDN'T SAVE PART 2 OF DARK RED. I WAS HALFWAY FINISHED. IM USIBG THIS LIL DRABBLE TO COPE. AT SKEWL RN MAKING SKEWL DOODLES TO 💪

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Day 1.

It wasn't often for Satoru to get sick. You know what? Scrap that. It was rare for him to get sick. Maybe once or twice every year. possibly due to him being a sorcerer.

And if he does get sick, it would be a simple cold that would only effusive his immune system for a few days! Unfair!

If you were honest, you kind of liked it when he would get sick.. he gets more clingy, begging for attention and being twice as affectionate as he was physically and emotionally than normal.

But now it doesn't look like just small cold when you see Satoru laying on the couch, groaning, instead of rushing towards your bedroom like he always does whenever he gets back from his missions and responsibilities.

"Satoru, you're back!—..are you okay?" You ask as you walk over to him, sitting on the soft arm chair.

"Huh?.." He tilts his head up to look at you before quickly sitting up, " baby, you're here— yes, yes I'm fine.. duh." he scoffs, "why are you asking? Concerned for your little ol' boyfriend, huh?" He attempts to distract you.

"Maybe because your face is all red, and I doubt its from blushing." You respond sternly, ignoring the last sentence he spat out.

"Its noth—" Before he could talk back, your hands cup his face, in which he subconsciously leans on. "Satoru.. you're sick." You frown. When he realizes you were concerned, his hand goes up to wrap around your wrist. "You know I'll be fine, besides, I'm sure this will go away sooner or later!" Though sweet, His reassurance pisses you off, how could he not care for himself! He should know better!

"Im not sure this will go away 'sooner or later', your temperatures too high." You kiss his forehead. "Nuh uh! Promise, im finee, besides, I dont need your help anyways." Is it possible for you to take your actions and words back?

"Oh, is that so? Fine then, Satoru." You huff before leaning away. "Wait— I don't mean it like that!" "Dosent look like you don't." He crosses his arms. "Fine then, maybe I do think I don't need your help." "Fine." You sigh out before turning away, walking back to the master bedroom to take do your night routine. "Fine!" You hear him respond back at the living room.

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Day 2.

You wake up from your peaceful slumber, greeted by the pillow wall you made with the reason: "so your fever won't infect me." And Satoru's back. He would always wake up earlier than your, but given his state, it was understandable.

You wanted to help but after your small petty fight with him and his words, your ego won't let you.

You stretch your arms and hop out of bed, (not before you silently place a soft kiss on top of satoru's bed head.) the least you could do was to continue with your morning, and cook food for the both of you.

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Is it possible for him to take his actions and words back?

He wanted to slap himself sooo bad.. not only did he make you angry, but he didn't even get his "goodnight" and "I love you", he couldn't cuddle you up the whole night because of your stupid idea of a pillow wall, (he knows your reason wasn't the only reason.) But now he had to wake up from his shitty slumber with a raging head ache. He didn't want to play this petty game anymore, but his ego doesn't want to lose. And he started it anyway.

He yawns and walks to the kitchen in search for you, but he only saw breakfast waiting for him and a note saying you went out for errands. Couldn't his day get any worse?

Grumbling curses to himself, he walks to the medicine cabinet you handmade and personally decorated for whenever he came back needing to get bandaged. His hand rummages through the cabinet, gauze.. syringes.. anesthesia...ah, pills!grabbing whatever packet of pills he saw first he sits back at the table seat, eating the delicious warm meal you left for him and swallowing down the pills with water soon after.

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You take your shoes off, putting the bag of groceries on the counter before going to the bedroom to freshen up.

Your fight with Satoru was only a waiting game to see who breaks and loses, who gets their ego eaten by the other.

Surprisingly, Satoru was nowhere to be found, not until you feel arms wrapping around your waist from behind before he pulls you to his warm chest, leaning down to nuzzle his head on your neck, his warm skin touching yours.

"M'sorry. Im sooo sorry.." you hear and even feel him whine out. "Can't do this anymore.. take care of me, pleasee.."

"Oh, Toru." Maybe this is what happens when even your white blood cells have an ego.

You turn your body to face his slumping one. Barely balancing as he depends his weight down on you, until you both fall down the bed, him on top of you, successfully trapping you before smothering your face with kisses as you giggle from the ticklish feeling.

"Satoru! Stop!" You teasingly push him away. "Hey! You want to help me, don't you." "Mhm, well, yeah—" "then let me continue!" "This won't even help!" "I don't know about that... making you happy is actually taking my head ache away.."

"You geek."

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A/N: so yeah, i got to rewrite dark red part 2 AGAIN. Before english period started i checked my drafts, and it wasn't there. So i wrote this lil drabble for the whole english period instead of writing notes just to cope 🤗

#☆— 【 fanfiction !! 】#im sorry #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #satoru gojo x reader #satoru x reader #gojo x reader #satoru x y/n #satoru x you #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #gojo fluff #satoru fluff

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luvyeni · 10 months

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make up sex with jeongin?? 👀

MAKE IT UP TO YOU | YANG JEONGIN

pairings. boyfriend!jeongin x fem!reader

wc. 0.7k

warnings. oral sex (f. receiving) , vanilla sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk

i hope you enjoy it <3

jeongin making it up you after forgetting to pick you up.

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jeongin knew he fucked up when he opened the door and didn't smell food cooking like he normally did when he came home from an outing. he quietly took his shoes off , making his way into your shared bedroom. "baby." he slowly opened the door , you were watching a tv on your laptop , looking up at the boy rolling your eyes.

"baby im sorry , please forgive me." he sat down on the end of the bed. "it was raining." was all you said. "i didn't bring a umbrella because you promised to come pick me up , i had to walk in the rain." he deserved to be yelled at. "my bag got wet and all my things got soaked." you pouted.

"i know baby , im so sorry , minho-hyung had us stay late and finish the routine , i couldn't get out of it." he explained , he tried to get out of it , he really did , but the elder was not letting up. "well you could've called." you said.

"i promise i will next time." you looked him in his eyes , he did look apologetic. "fine." he smiled. "thank you so much baby." you tried not to give in to his smile. "come on don't be like that , let me see that pretty smile." you still teased him. "okay , be like that then."

he quickly grabbed your laptop , tossing it to the side , grabbing your legs pulling you down on your back. "yang jeongin , are you crazy?" you shrieked , but he ignored you , climbing on top of you. "i told you, let me see your pretty smile." you didn't stop yourself this time , smiling up at him. "good girl." he kissed the tip of your nose. "such a good listener." he kissed your lips this time , you melted into his touch , letting his tongue explore your mouth.

he pulled away , breathless running his thumb across your lip. "let me make it up to you." his hands came up to the back of your thighs. "please." you nod silently , scared that a moan will come out. he lifted your oversized shirt you wore up to your stomach , your baby pink underwear on display. "no pants , naughty baby."

he laid flat on his stomach , his face close to your cunt. "smell so nice baby." he pulled your underwear down , kissing your cunt. "such a pretty cunt." he smiled. "innie please." you whined. "i know baby i won't tease." he gave your cunt a lick. "fu-fuck." you moaned. "it's all about you." he gave your clit a kiss before diving in , kissing and licking at your cunt , fucking his tongue into your hole.

"fuck , jeongin!" you yelped , pulling at his hair. he moaned against your heat , sending shivers up your spine. he pulled away , his pillowy lips glistening. "fuck , princess i could spend the entire rest of the night between these thighs." he licked the tip of his fingers , rubbing your sensitive clit. "taste so good , like candy."

he sat up on his knees , unbuckling his pants. "gonna fuck real good." he groaned , freeing himself from his underwear. you went to grab it , but he stopped you. "no love , it's about you , let me handle it all." his rubbed the tip of his cock on your hard clit. "you ready baby?" you nodded ready for him to fill you up. he slowly slid into your hole , both of you sighing in pleasure.

"m'so fucking good." he held the back of your thighs as he pushed his cock all the way in. "so-so big." you whimpered. "yeah?" he slowly moved his hips. "you like the way my cock fills you up , pretty pussy being stretched by my fat cock." he grunted , his hips slapping against yours.

"fa-faster please." he didn't bother teasing you , fastening his pace. "shit!" you screamed , he reached up your shirt , pinching your nipples. "i'm really sorry baby -fuck- i'll never leave you again i promise , i'll make sure to always be there." he leaned down , basically folding you in half , thrusting his cock at a new angle.

"j-jeongin , innie im gonna cum." your naills raked down his back. "fuck baby me too , i want you to cum first." he moaned into your ear. "fu-fuck cum for me princess." your hands were tangled into his messy hair , yanking it as you came , your cunt tightening around him. "sh-shit." he grunted , his cum shooting deep into your womb. "fuck." he pressed his lips against yours , slowly thrusting into your hole , coming down from his high. "i love you so much okay , i'll never forget you again."

"i promise."

©️LUVEYENI

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l0vem41l · 6 months

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Can I request a Jonathan ohnn or Spot fic with a one bed trope. I need some fluff with this dude

one bed.

「 tws + notes: no tws, unedited asf, reader and johnathan are awkward, pre-collider, it's silly, fluff (???), I ACC LOVE THIS TROPE... FORCE THE PROXIMITY!!! 」

「 gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」

↳ ft. the spot/johnathan ohnn

author's note: YES!!! tried 2 write with less story and more,, headcanon-y cuz im low on brain juice,,, so sorry!!! o(ˉ▽ˉ；)ブ

▸ whatever scenario has brought you to the situation you are now in, he will adamantly refuse when you offer to sleep on the floor, too concerned for your comfort to let you do such a thing for him.

will NOT suggest that the two you share the bed though. not outright at least.....

▸ will kinda look at you for a moment like "ohhh whatever shall we dooooo?" like boy,,,, ur UNSUBTLE.

▸ when you suggest it (trying to find a compromise where both of are comfortable), he's not quick to accept. yes, he wants to SAY YES, but he'll act apprehensive about it, just so he doesn't seem too eager.

doesn't wanna make it off-putting to you or make you feel uncomfortable, so he'll act like he need to think about for a bit. asks you a few hundred times if you're really okay with it.

the minute he does agree, he instantly promises you plenty of space, as much blanket as you want– and will even set up a pillow barrier.

▸ "dude."

"hm?" he's halfway to organizing the extra pillows to divide his space on the bed from yours. he seems determined with the task at hand, not even looking up at you when you speak.

you're unsure whether to sigh or laugh at his antics. "don't overthink it, johnathan. it's fine."

his shoulders visibly relax at the assertion that you're okay with it. he glances up, sheepishly meeting your eyes. "oh... yeah- yeah, you're right. sorry. hold on."

a light chuckle escapes your lips, as you help him rearrange the pillows, tearing down the barrier. "nah. it's okay."

your hands brush as you both reach for the same pillow and he looks up at you biting the inside of his cheek and desperately trying to Act Normal

▸ once you've both gotten ready and are actually in bed, you can FEEL the tension in the room. it's a horrible silence where both of you are holding your breath, waiting for the other to say something.

you're lying on your side, facing away from him, while johnathan lies on his back. he's praying you can't hear the loud pounding of his heart.

you can't. you're too occupied being anxious about whether he notices you're practically vibrating out of sheer nervousness.

▸ eventually, you feel his gaze on the back of you head and decide to break the silence.

"...you uh... comfortable?" you mutter over to him, not turning around.

he nods, thoughtless, forgetting you aren't exactly facing him. "you?"

you're unsure of what to say. the answer is a loud, honest, and resounding "no," and not because of him– not really– but because man, this would be a lot more comfortable if you weren't afraid to accidentally brush against each other's shoulders.

it would definitely prevent you from falling off the bed- which you were almost guaranteed to do in this position.

your silence is enough for him.

"you can move in closer. if you want. not- not if you don't want to, of course. just for your sake. you're practically clinging to the edge."

"yeah, no shit."

▸ as you shift closer to him– much closer than he expected, he shuts his eyes.

"okay so... goodnight."

your eyes flutter shut as well, murmuring a "goodnight" in response under your breath.

waking up is easily the worst part.

the golden rays of sun spill through the gap between the curtains and you groan, about to turn over and bury your face in the pillow.

you begin your attempt– but then freeze, realizing his arms are wrapped around you and his cheek is smushed against your shoulder.

he probably isn't the only one who moved in his sleep, considering you're comfortably nestled against his side.

this snaps you almost wide awake, unsure of what to do as you lay as still as possible, trying not to wake him up.

part of you wants to save him the embarrassment and just gently nudge him off of you and wake up later to pretend like nothing happened– but he stirs in his sleep as you make an attempt to gently move his arm. you feel your jaw tense– but as he settles back into full unconsciousness, you let out a small breath of relief.

silently, you held a hope that maybe he'd move on his own if given enough time.

...

any minute now.

... ...

any minute now.

oop– he shifted!! and...

okay, still no.

... ... ... this is getting tedious. you're heart is racing like you're watching a horror movie, waiting for a jumpscare to occur.

instead, he nuzzles his cheek into your shoulder.

great.

▸ you settle on accepting your fate, attempting to fall back asleep. then, when he wakes up– he'll deal with the embarrassment of the whole thing himself! you'll just move on like this whole thing never even happened, and things will be fine.

yeah. right.

▸ you do in fact, manage to fall asleep again.

you don't... wake up in time after that. in fact, it's well past the time you're supposed to wake up when you're nudged from your peaceful state.

"helloo?... hey," johnathan says your name, in a way where you can tell he's trying to be sweet in order not to invoke any morning wrath, "time to get up."

he shakes your shoulder gently. you groan, suppressing the urge to toss the pillow you're resting on in his face.

except you open your eyes and realize you are in fact– surprise, surprise– not sleeping on a pillow. your head had been rested on his arm. when this happened, you don't know.

"please? i–" johnathan pauses, moving his fingers as if to check if they were still working "...wow, that– that is numb. i actually can't feel my arm anymore."

you immediately shoot up, sitting upright in the bed, mortified.

"i'm so sorry." you sputter, your face getting hotter by the minute. he shakes his head, trying to find words to say.

"no, no, no! you looked comfortable, i didn't want to wake you up, i should be sorry."

none of you are discussing the fact that you two were just cuddling. might as well be kissing the homies gn smh /j

you try not to think about it as he buys you breakfast as an indirect apology for the little incident. part of you thinks it's great to get possibly the most comfortable sleep in your life and then wake up to a free breakfast.

the more rational part of you is completely and utterly humiliated.

but a teeny tiny voice in your brain says maybe you wouldn't have minded if it happened again,,, even without the free breakfast part

as for johnathan? he's secretly hoping there won't ever be enough beds for the two of you ever again.

– reblogs always appreciated!

#im sorry i love making things awkward for everyone #atsv #across the spiderverse #atsv x reader #the spot #the spot headcanons #the spot x y/n #the spot x reader #johnathan ohnn headcanons #johnathan ohnn x reader #johnathan ohnn #johnathon ohnn #johnathon ohnn x reader #johnathon ohnn headcanons #one bed trope #Many Tags #my bad y'all

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sqirtle · 1 month

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Hello! Your isat siblings au is very good and now has me wondering about how stuff like Sif's wish might play out differently since they're not so horribly isolated. How do they end up thinking about discovering that they're an Islander if they've grown up more constantly reminded of their memory problems (the people who taught him vaugardian are people he's still living and traveling with)?

Unrelated but brain still whirring, do you think the way Sif and Bonny end up joining the party would end up looking different?

i explained the islander thing a few asks ago, but its because nille noticed they were! nille was also a teen when the island dissapeared, and, in the game, shes the one who taught bonnie how big of a deal it was! so of course she'd know. she's from the northern coast, after all :3 (im still figuring out sif's wish btw)

about how they meet the party, though! i was writing that scene just a few days ago, so i'll put that under a readmore :3

"It's fine, we're fine, Bug-"

Bonnie pushed weakly at Siffrin's arms, a pout in their face, "You keep saying that, but you look like crab, Frin."

The cloaked one sighed, "Language."

Bonnie huffed. Siffrin smiled.

He stared at the road ahead, and fixed Bonnie's position so they wouldn't fall, and continued walking.

It had been days (weeks? close to a month? he'd lost count and despite all of his "progress" he still couldn't bring himself to ask Bonnie for help with this one) since they'd had to run from Bambouche, and while he liked to think himself a capable adult, the sudden change to traveling on his own after living comfortably with Nille and Bonnie for almost a decade, now, had thrown them for a loop.

They were hungry, tired, and stressed. He had managed to keep Bonnie fed well enough, but he didn't risk staying anywhere for too long, fearing the curse catching up to them.

Catching up to him, and leaving Bonnie alone, like it had caught up to Nille. Catching up to Bonnie-

He tried not to think too hard.

His legs shook with every step. Bonnie was not too heavy for them to carry, of course not, but they were exhausted.

He set them down.

“Frin?” Bonnie asked, tilting their head.

“Break time.” He stated, slumping down next to them.

Bonnie nodded easily, laying their head on his shoulder, “Do you think.. that we will find a clean town?”

Clean town, dirty town… That’s how they’d taken to differentiating curse affected towns from normal ones. Bonnie had come up with it.

They were yet to find a clean town.

“Maybe. But only after tomorrow, Bug.” There was no use promising a certain date, but wording it like that was kinder, he thought.

“You think so?”

Siffrin smiled. “Yeah, for sure, Bon.”

He'd just had to make sure to word it differently, next time.

Then, suddenly, out of the corner of their eye...

They rested there for a few minutes. The forest was not quiet, as wind was picking up, making the leaves rustle loudly.

A sadness. Paper type, by the looks of it.

They hurried to stand so they could pick Bonnie and run, but…

Three people were fighting it.

Well.. fighting it seemed like a stretch. It looked like they were struggling against it, in Siffrin's personal opinion.

Really struggling. One of them was K.O.’d, the other looked like a rock type, and the other…

He swallowed. He looked at Bonnie, who was dozing off in his arms, and made a decision.

"Bon, hey," he nudged them, and they turned to him, "Stay here for a sec, I will be right back, okay?"

Bonnie blinked, and nodded, their eyes full of trust.

Siffrin smiled, patted their shoulder.

Then, he lunged forward.

"AH!!" One of the strangers exclaimed, and fell back in surprise. He ignored him, and attacked the sadness with their favorite attack, and exclaimed:

"Knife to meet you!" as they attacked.

He fell on his feet, the sadness poofing behind him, and he huffed a shaky breath. He then turned to the strangers, an easy smile on his face, "Hello," he waved.

They stared silently for a few seconds.

The one in the middle- a girl- smiled wide, and reached forward to grab their hand, "Hello! Thank you so much for your help!" She beamed.

Siffrin jolted a bit from the sudden contact, but smiled back, "It was, uh, it was no problem!"

One of the other two who were hanging back, an older lady, nodded along, "Yes, thank you." She said, looking out of breath, "That sadness..."

"Was tough! Really tough!" The other person exclaimed, "I could barely get a hit in!"

"Good thing I took it by surprise then-" Siffrin said, turning back his head to look for Bonnie, "I- nice to meet you, really, but-"

"Wait, wait, wait!" The girl said, not letting go of his hand, "Quest! We're on a quest, to stop the king's curse!!"

Siffrin turned back to her quickly at that, "The... curse? Like the freezing?"

"Yes!" She beamed, "And you seem strong! Won't you join us?"

Siffrin blinked, gaping a little, "Me?"

"Yes, you!" The girl insisted.

"I-" They paused, thinking. If they could help them... then, Nille...

"Okay, I'll help!" He said resolutely.

The man behind the girl put a hand on her shoulder, "Mira! Won't you introduce us?"

She blushed, "Right! I'm Mirabelle, I'm immune to the King's curse! He," She pointed to the man, "Is Isabeau, and she," She pointed to the lady who was still catching her breath, "Is Madame Odile! What's your name?"

Siffrin smiled, "I'm Siffrin- and I have my little sibling with me back there," He pointed back to the bushes with his thumb, and took a step back, "I'll uh, be right back?"

Mirabelle's eyebrows shot up in surprise, "Oh! Oh, uh! Sure!"

He quickly ran back to his sibling, trying to calm his still racing heart, "Bonnie, you can come out now." He said, pushing aside a bush.

Bonnie's head popped up behind it, "Was that a sadness?" They asked, "I heard people. Did we find a town?"

Siffrin ruffled their hair, making them groan playfully, "No, but I did find some nice people who say they're gonna stop the freezing."

Bonnie stood up, surprised, "REALLY?"

He smiled, "Yes, really! They want us to tag along, what do you think?" He asked gently, already knowing the answer.

"CRAB YEAH!" Bonnie exclaimed, excited, "Nille- she- she's gonna be okay!!!" They smiled a toothy grin, relieved.

Siffrin nodded, patting their shoulder, "Yeah, yeah."

He took their hand in theirs, and walked back to Mirabelle's party. They ignored how tired they felt, and gave everyone a easy smile.

Chin up, Siffrin. You've got a sister to save.

#sqirtle.art #isat #isat siblings au #isat spoilers #isat au #isat act 3 spoilers #i think. i cant remmeber #isat siffrin #isat mirabelle #isat isabeau #isat odile #kinda idk #isat fic #in stars and time #isat bonnie #isat act 4 spoilers #isat act 5 spoilers

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binniebakery · 3 months

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Thornless Rose (1/3)

Prince!Yeonjun x Princess!Fem!Reader, strangers (one-sided enemies??) to lovers, Fluff! ♡ Summary: marrying oranada's "evil" prince was not on your bingo card for the year but hey we thug it out (im not good at summaries) ♡ Warnings: arranged marriage, mentions of minor character death (i swear the fic is not angst, pure fluff) more warnings as the fic goes on! ♡ A/N: Okay so this idea popped into my head, and who better fits this than yeonjun!! THIS IS JUST THE INTRO/PART ONE SO PLEASE STICK W ME HERE I PROMISE MY MAN WILL BE IN THE NEXT ONE!! this is my little valentines gift for you all!! I'm going to try to upload a part everyday until valentines! enjoy!! (always looking for feedback so pls lmk if theres anything i need to fix thanks!) ♡ Read:2/3 here! ♡

To say you were enthusiastic in the slightest to meet your so called “betrothed” would be the biggest lie to be told in your kingdom’s history. Then again, when did your opinion ever matter when it came to what you wanted? As a princess, the next in line to be queen to be exact, your kingdom always came first anyway. Your parents always did what was best for you and your citizens. “Y/n, you know your father will be most displeased if you decide to pass this opportunity. You’re his only daughter you know.” Your lady-in-waiting pleaded with a nervous smile as you sat on your bed next to the large luggage beside you, filled with clothing and necessities for your week-long trip. The thoughts of uncertainty that clouded your brain quickly were pushed aside the moment she entered your bedroom. After all, the full day trip that was ahead of you gave you plenty of time to think of what was to come. “I know but why must I be paired with someone I’ve never met. I’m sorry I know you mean well but I don’t want to be constantly reminded of my duty miss Yuri.” Sighing, you stood up and rubbed your temples in an attempt to relax yourself. Since your mother’s passing the amount of stress that has piled up in your life has you wishing you could escape it all. So when your father pulled you to his quarters a month ago for the first time since her passing to tell you that you were leaving for a week to meet your new soon-to-be husband and soon-to-be-king of your kingdom, things seemed to look up as you were a hopeless romantic yourself. Sure, you’ve never met this person, but surely he couldn’t be that awful of a husband right? Wrong. The moment you were sat down and your father mentioned the words “Prince of Oranada” your world once again went spiraling. Of course, you couldn’t have one good thing! “Look, I know there’s rumors and you may have your own assumptions but know that this is for the good of our kingdom.” Your father began as you bit your tongue for the sake of hearing his argument. “Oranada has been closed off for a decade now since the war, they keep their relations private but I’ve only heard positive things-” “Father you can’t be serious! Sure they’re wealthy and I’m sure they have wonderful combat strategies passed down from generations but have you forgotten that the prince- and pardon my language- is possibly the most spoiled and narcissistic person on this damn planet?!” You stood from your seat, hands slamming on your father’s desk. Normally it was out of place for you to lash out at anyone, especially your father but this was just the cherry on top of all that had been happening to you the past year. You have heard more than your fair share of the rumors from Oranada. The king and queen were known for keeping a neutral stance in politics, the same as your kingdom. Oranada was actually a very well-respected kingdom, they had very close connections and often chose peace. That was all fine to you except the fact that when war broke out on that side of the land, a lockdown was immediately issued and the entire kingdom was closed off. When said lockdown was placed, surrounding kingdoms were shocked to see that the entire time the king and queen had a son. Prince Yeonjun was a secret kept from the world. Apparently, the prince was only put under light to the public when the king and queen announced that their son was now a part of their kingdom’s decision-making. Immediately the day after he was found guilty of sentencing a man to the death penalty as his first rule. The news spiraled and thus Prince Yeonjun became the tyrant son of the once respected king and queen of Oranada. Oranada decided to close their borders before an official statement could be made. Since then the kingdom has been closed off, leaving the rest of the world to create buzz around it.

“Y/n! I beg your pardon?! I know very well that you know better than to lash out in such an unruly manner.” He spoke through his teeth, attempting to remain composed yet his voice was loud and stern. “Now sit down and you’re going to allow me to finish otherwise I will send you there without any previous knowledge.” As he was the king you had no choice but to sit down, at least not without an annoyed huff. “Apologies father… please continue.” You stared at the wooden floor beneath you, the red oak wood now the most interesting thing in the world to avoid your father’s intense stare. The king sighed as he continued. “As I was saying, you may have your thoughts on the situation, or on the prince, but I promise you that I won’t just let you marry anyone for any reason. Since your mother’s death.. I realize I am getting old. You’re my only child and I need you to realize that you’re old enough now to marry. I only want the best for this kingdom and I know you do too.” You looked up to see that his eyes had softened, voice now more your father’s than the king of your kingdom. “I’ve thought about this for a while, this is our only choice. I’ve actually been able to get into connection with the king and queen themselves, and they’d be absolutely delighted to have you over and introduce you both. So I will be sending you over in about a month and you will be spending the week with your fiancé.” Your eyes widened, not only had your father pulled strings to get into contact with a kingdom that was nearly impossible to get a hold of for the past ten years but the stage was set. You were now engaged and had no voice in the matter. The following month consisted of constant pleading and back and forth with you and the king. You understood it was your duty to find a proper suitor for not just you but your kingdom. Yet, it was so unlike your father to pull the rug from under you like this. Thus here you were, 10 minutes before your departure and you wanted nothing more than to just vomit rather than go on a day-long journey across the land. “Princess, please, I promise things will go fine! After all, once you return, you may have your mind changed.” Yuri said as she kneeled before you while adjusting the arrangements of your travel dress. You could laugh at her comment, you really could. “And you expect me to ignore the fact that I could be marrying a crazy man, a murderer even?” You sighed as you patted the spot next to you for Yuri to sit. Aside from your mother, Yuri had always taken care of you and now that the queen has passed she was the only motherly figure you had left. She was only a few years older but was mature and kind, she was an older sister to you. Running her fingers through your hair in an attempt to relax you, Yuri searched mentally for a proper response. There was no convincing you really, even she knew chances were slim that things would end well.

Suddenly, a knock on your bedroom door shook you from your thinking. “M’lady, are we ready for departure?” Your father’s assistant could be heard. He had been entrusted to accompany you and Yuri on your journey. “Yes! All prepared, we’ll be down in a second!” Yuri chirped as you both immediately stood to your feet. “Just look on the bright side, be positive and things will go your way, M’lady.” She smiled endearingly as you sighed in defeat. “After all, when have I ever been wrong?” You chuckled as she placed her hands on the wooden doors of your bedroom to open them for you. Was it too late to hide under the covers like you did as a child when it stormed? “Hmm, I could think of a few times.” You poked her side jokingly as she rolled her eyes. With uncertainty and fear, you tilted your chin high, and thus your journey to Oranada began.

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coral-melon · 3 months

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Deafening Silence

Obey me! MC

Genre: Quiet Horror, angst, Crack

No pronouns used

900+ words

Author’s note: Im so mad, I finally I had an Obey me dream, and it was horrifying one.. for me at least! But either way, I thought it would make a good enough story to slowly start coming back since I’ve been doing a bad job! >;D👍✨

Enjoy!

You were chilling in your room doing your own thing, but you were waiting for one of the brothers to come by since it’s a normal for you to never have any sort of personal space.

3.. 2.. 1.. and blam,

There Mammon comes in, with an awkward, frantic expression on his face.

“Yo, MC! Cover for me, will ya? Don’t tell Lucifer I’m here..!” He says as he comes in, then crouching to hide under your bed. The stupidest idea ever if your trying to hide from someone like Lucifer.

But just as he was about to hide, you notice a very particular bottle in his hand. It was one of Lucifer’s Demonus! ( ╯°□° )

You jump out of your bed, completely and utterly dumbfounded, “How the hell did you get that?!”

“Shh! He gave it to me, don’t blow my cover!” He says before weaseling his way under your bed. ‘Yeah right, you wouldn’t be hiding if he just gave it to you!’

You were about to do something about it, but your thoughts were thrown right out the window when you heard a knock on your door. You felt your soul almost leave your body when you saw the small shadow underneath the door crack.

By this point, you can tell which brother it is by simply looking there. And this was none other than Lucifer. But also, he was pretty much the only one with the common decency to knock..

“C-Come in..!” You say, sounding slightly high pitched. You quickly try to gather your composure though..

The door creaks open to reveal Lucifer with an irritated expression on his face. “Did Mammon come in here by any chance?” He asks, but something about his tone suggested that he already knew the answer to that.

“…No, I haven’t..” Yet for some reason you lie…

Lucifer’s gaze pierced through you, it was only for a couple of seconds, but they felt agonizingly long. “Mind if I ask what happened this time..?” You ask out of pure anxiety.

Lucifer sighs and punches the bridge of his nose, “I was curious and put him to the test to see if he’d blatantly have the sheer audacity to steal one of my Demonus bottles..” he pauses for a moment, taking a closer look around your room.

“What a moron… Want to to help you get it back? I got a bone to pick with him anyway..”

“No, no.. that won’t be necessary, he’ll come back eventually. Besides, he didn’t take any of the valuable ones. I replaced it with water, you see.” He chuckles under his breath with a shit eating grin on his face.

You honestly had to hold your laugh, but you could just imagine the expression Mammon must have right now…

“But do tell me if you see him around, I’ve got a couple of things I’d like to tell him.” He says.

“Got it.” You nod, a creeping smile still on your face.

He gently closes the door behind him, and the both of you wait until you can no longer hear his footsteps. Mammon then crawls out from under the bed with the dumbest look on his face. You could help but burst out laughing.

“Dammit.. No wonder it was too easy. C-Could you not laugh at me?! This is already bad enough as it is..!” He yapped.

“Ah.. Sorry, sorry. This is way too funny though.. Again?! I bet he was directly talking to you too! You should just stop avoiding the inevitable and come clean.” You say as you wipe away a tear from your eyes.

“C’mon MC, you gotta bail me out somehow..!” He pleads.

Your eyebrows frown slightly, “And how am I supposed to do that? It’s already bad enough that I lied about you not being here..”

“I dunno! B-But he listens to you, so make something up..! I’ll make it up to you, I promise ya!”

You were skeptical by his words, but you felt bad for him with those puppy eyes that he was giving you. “Argh.. fine. But I won’t promise you anything.”

“That’s my Human! I knew I could count of ya!”

You then grab him by the ear, “We’re going now though.”

“What?! But—!”

“No buts. The faster we get over this, the better.”

…• • •

Both you and Mammon stand in front of Lucifer’s doorstep. Kinda hesitantly to knock but it’s for the best..

You gently knock and after a few seconds, you could hear soft steps getting closer and closer to you two. Mammon tries to sneak away, but you already yanked him by the collar. He helps yelps when you do so.

The door then slowly creaked open, revealing a serious yet cold expression on Lucifer’s face. But it softens up into a smirk when he sees the utterly defeated Mammon along side you.

“Hello again! I got your.. pfft. Water bottle back.”

He chuckles lightly, his eyes quickly shifted to Mammon after taking the glass bottle. Mammon, meanwhile, tried to force a smile, but it was clear that his anxiety was still getting to him. It was obvious, as he was fiddling with his hands. His eyes darted from you to Lucifer, back and forth again.

A slight hint of amusement could be noticed in his eyes. It was obvious that him getting his bottle back put both him, and Mammon, at ease. However, he didn’t have much sympathy for Mammon.

“Good, now there’s nothing for you to stress about! So Mammon and I will just go and leave you be—!”

— “No, No.. that’s okay. I have a couple of matters to resolve with Mammon.” Lucifer interrupts you, the smile on his face was no where near comforting.. Dang, you’re gonna have to face him head on.

Mammon flinched and quickly hid behind you. “H-Hey, c’mon now..! I swear he’s sorry and has learned his lesson! …I think. He wouldn’t be standing in front of your door if that wasn’t the case!”

His eyes narrow, “Don’t speak for him. He’s perfectly able to talk himself.”

“Oof, I guess you’re own you own on this one Mammon..” Mammon gulped hard, as he seemed to be getting scared all over again, for a split second he thought he was in the clear. “Just be honest with him. You’re already in big trouble as it is, so might as well.” You pat him in the back.

Mammon, kept choking on his words, before finally speaking up. “W..Well.. I-If I gotta be honest.. I-I thought I'd be able to hide it from you! I-I figured I could get away with it..”

“Pfft. Well, you thought wrong, and where did that get you?” Lucifer said sternly.

Mammon pretty much had his tail between his legs, you felt bad for the idiot.. “…Any chance you could go easy in him?” You reluctantly ask.

His glare then shot over to you, “Hah! And why would I do that?”

“I-I dunno..! But it’s not like any of your brutal punishments make him learn his lesson. M-Maybe you’re going about it the wrong way..?” At this point, you just felt like each word that kept coming out of your mouth only made you keep burying yourself further more into a grave. You were on thin ice and testing his patience.

Lucifer crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. “Are you questioning me..?” his voice was cold and dug daggers at you. Yep, real thin ice.

You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him anymore. And your mind goes blank. “N-No no! That’s not it at all! I-I just.. think another method should be used.. I-I mean… think about it! Do you really think it’s alright to hang someone upside down for hours on end? The guy barely has any braincells working already and you wanna make him lose more?”

—“Hey!” Mammon yelps.

Lucifer pauses for a moment, “And what is it that you suggest I do then, hm?”

You scatter though your head with any potential ideas, but in a panic, the first thing that came to mind was what you spat out without thinking. “Psychological..?” You shrugged, but then was hit with the realization of your words.

Lucifer gaze becomes unfocused for a spit second, his hand reached his chin as he seemed lost in thought. A devious expression shows up on his face as he pondered over all the new endless possibilities.

He then lets out a chuckle, Mammon was an incredibly stubborn and slow demon, so making him suffer mentally would probably be the best course of action.. Lucifer seemed intrigued, as his eyes widened. Mammon, however, started sweating. He knew nothing good would come of this.. his eyes narrowed slightly and he looked over at Mammon. “I guess I'll just have to mess with his head, then..”

“Oh shit…”

Lucifer yanks Mammon out of your side and simply looked back at you with a content smile. “Thank you for such a lovely suggestion, MC. I assure you.. after tonight, Mammon will never dare steal from me again.”

Your heart sank when he uttered those words. “No wait! I-I was just kidding—!” Lucifer’s door slams shut, its sound echoed through the vast halls. Hearing Mammon’s cries was even worse.

You banged on the door, but Lucifer obviously didn’t open. “Mammon! I’m so sorry! I’ll make it up to you after this is over, I promise!! Stay strong!” You shout from the other side of the door..

And so, with a heavy heart, you return to your room..

• • •

Time had passed, and the next day came around. You could barely get a wink of sleep with the sense of guilt eating away at you..

The House of Lamentation had woken up once more, but there was a sense of unease around the entire area. Things seemed off, and it was hard to determine what it was.. The halls felt eerie, and everything seemed strangely quiet. There was no one roaming around, and it even seemed like Satan or Beel weren’t even around — the both of them are usually the first ones already up roaming around right about now... This place was too still for it to not feel wrong.

You walked to Mammon’s room, to check that he was still alive after whatever Lucifer decided to do to him. You gently knocked on his door, calling for him and asking if he was alright. But no one responded. He must be mad.. You apologized, but still nothing.

You decide to leave him be, you’ll properly apologize to him when all of you gather for breakfast. But you first want to talk to Lucifer.

You hesitantly knocked on the door, it was a gentle knock, yet it sounded so loud compared to everything else.. the sound echoed so loud it was almost deafening. The knock just seemed to amplify the silence. It was an ominous silence, the kind you'd feel in your bones. Nothing came from inside.

You felt sick to her stomach, ‘Why is the house so quiet..??’ You kept thinking to yourself. You step back a bit away from the door.

“L-Lucifer…? Are you not in there..?” You speak, reluctantly so. There was no response. No footsteps. No noise whatsoever. If he was in there, surely he would have heard you. The silence remained intact, and the uneasiness grew inside of your body.

You gaze darts to the doorknob, ‘should I check if it’s open..?’ Something inside you told her that you should, but something much bigger screamed to just go back to you room until things went back to normal.

The only sound to be heard was your own heart beat as you pondered the same question, yet again.

Curiosity seemed to have gotten the best of you though, and so you slowly proceeded to reach for the doorknob.. ‘If it’s open, it’s because it was intended… Lucifer would have it locked if he really wanted to..’ you think to yourself. You take a deep breath, and reluctantly turned the doorknob.

The doorknob turned easily, as the door swung open at a smooth pace with a soft creak. An unbearable, sickening feeling weighed on your stomach. Chilling cold air sighed out of his room — it was so dark in there..

You step back. It only took one step to realize your fears have become a reality. There was silence.. complete and utter silence. If this place was quiet before, it be a loud roar inside your head now as if you got stuck inside your mind, slowly being overwhelmed by the dread. Everything was so quiet, and it was as if you head was going to explode. It was so damn quiet.

You look at your phone and look at the time. It’s definitely usually the time everyone gets ready to go to class, so why isn’t anyone out??

“…L-Lucifer..?” You reluctantly call out again, only this time with a quieter voice. It once again remained silent and eerily quiet. That same nauseating, dread filling silence. Not even your own breathing could be heard, despite the fact it was probably loud enough to make your ears ache. In all honesty, the only thing you could hear right now was heart pounding and the blood rushing through your ears.

A few seconds went by, and you call again. But you were left there standing, and kept waiting for a sign, but nothing came from it. You were starting to feel as though you had swallowed pebbles, and now they were stuck in your throat.

You unlock your phone and went to give him a call. But much to your dismay, you were still faced with the same silence no matter how long your phone ran for.

You stared deep inside the room, zoning into its depths.. Before sprinting all over the House, checking each and every room. You first checked on Mammon, his door was also unlocked. But he wasn’t inside. You check for Levi, but even his Aquarian was eerily darkened. You called each of the brothers, desperately searching for any sort of sign from them. But there was no one in the house of lamentation.

Maybe they left you behind already left to RAD; you hoped. But you quickly realized you were gravely mistaken. Once you opened the door to leave, it somehow felt even worse..

There was nothing to listen to, same as inside. You couldn’t even hear the faintest breeze. You reluctantly walk into the street, looking side to side but no one was there. You start to jog, there’s no way this is happening..

But as you dread becomes worse, the faster you begin to run. It’s almost as if everyone disappeared from the face of Devildom. There were no lights on the neighboring buildings or houses, the stores and streets were empty. Not even the many stray cats hidden in the alleys were there.

RAD wasn’t any better, the whole damn building looked like it was shut down. A large lock prevented you from entering the academy itself. “Hello?? Can anyone hear me?!” You shout. But again. Nothing.

You then start running again, to see and check is there was anything around. There was no way you was on you own! There’s always way too many people out on the streets. You just wanted to see anyone, you didn’t care who! Heck! You didn’t even mind bumping into some demons doing the deep. Or came out to attack you. You didn’t care!

You ran and ran and ran some more but to no avail. Your head was racing faster than your own body allowed it. You could barely breathe, you lugs were in agony. And if they could, you legs would be on fire.

You eventually make it to the Demon Lord’s castle. Even Diavolo’s place was utterly dark with no signs of life in it. Devildom never had its own source of light like a moon or a sun — you never minded up until now.

You eventually end up back in the House of Lamentation, feeling utterly defeated and hopeless after hours of running. You sit in from of the door, the exhaustion slowly catching up to you.

You wrapped you arms around you legs, and rest your head on your knees. And tears began to creep on their own. It was as if a dam had broke.. You sat in complete solitude, completely alone as no one was there to comfort you. You mind was filled by so many thoughts — which didn’t help in the slightest. Nothing about this felt fair, you couldn’t control the situation and now you felt like you couldn't even be in control of yourself anymore... like some twisted form of torture, and you couldn't do anything about it..

Your cries slowly came to a stop, as did all other voices inside your head. The silence was deafening.. like the quietness before a storm. No voices, no footsteps, no sounds of life. Just complete and utter silence. You cover your ears with your hands, desperately attempting to block out the deafening silence. In hopes of bringing you some sort of comfort.

After you don’t know how much time passed of simply sitting there, you take out your phone and took a look at the time once more, but it looked incoherent.. You slowly stands up from your spot, feeling utterly numb and defeated.

You opens the door to the house of lamentation,

“…I’m home..” you cooed, the house was darker than when you had last left it as. You dragged your feet across the floor all the way to you room and shut yourself inside.

The world had been completely twisted, and you truly couldn't figure out why. It was as if someone had suddenly thrown everything you knew into the air, and now it was all coming back down in tiny ripped pieces, nothing would connect to form the picture you once knew.

You mind had completely disconnected itself from reality, you felt completely detached from everything around you.

You back hit your bed and you looked up aimlessly at the ceiling. Now even you head had gone quiet…

The exhaust finally caught up to you, and you pass out into a deep slumber.

You suddenly wake up looking up at the ceiling. But once you remembered what happened, you jumps up in a frantic state. You looked around your room, it was bright and comforting…!

You hear footsteps running up closer to your room, until you see Mammon opening your door. A frantic and awkward expression on his face.

“Yo, MC! Cover for me, will ya? Don’t tell Lucifer I’m here..!” He says as he comes in, then crouching to hide under your bed. And a glass bottle on his hand.

You were looking at him with a dumb founded look, you couldn’t even stop him from how confused you were.

A knock soon after arrives, you look down at the crack of the door — it was Lucifer..!

“….C-Come.. in?” The words came out on their own.

The door creaks open to reveal Lucifer with an irritated expression on his face. “Did Mammon come in here by any chance?” He asks..

You stare out into the abyss,

“He’s under the bed.” You say without hesitation.

“What?!—!” —Bonk— Mammon’s voice came from underneath, along with a loud thud and a groan.

“Thank you.” Says Lucifer with a Please expression, soon afterwards walking farther inside and forces Mammon out of the bed.

“Yo! Why’s ya have to snitch on me?!” He cried out.

“Sorry, Mammon. It’s for the greater good..” you say as you wipe away a tear from your eyes. Toodleling goodbye to him with your finger.

You watched as Mammon was dragged out by Lucifer, he cried and begged for mercy the whole way. You felt bad for snitching on him, but it’s a better fate than the hell you went through…

He’s a masochist strong. He can handle it.

End

Well.. it wasn’t a pleasant dream, that’s for sure.. 😔

Moral of the story, don’t question Lucifer.. 👍

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depravitycentral · 9 months

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im sorry if this is a lame ask, but i just had the idea and thought i would share it to see if it would strike any inspo! of course on this blog you’ve talked about all the things our beloved troupe members are into, but have you ever considered what their absolute turn offs are? like things that pull them out of the mood almost immediately? or kinks that would seem to fit certain members, but end up not being their thing for one reason or another

Ooh yes anon this strikes inspo !!

This is a good point - it's all fine and dandy to imagine sex with your yandere as being so bad but so good, as if they know every secret, dirty kink and fantasy you have. (That's because they do know, whether through extensive stalking, pouring through your search histories, or raw, natural sexual chemistry with you. They all think they've got that last one, but normally any positive sexual encounters between the two of you will be a consequence of the former two rather than the latter.)

But of course, everyone has turn offs, and while your yandere would be willing to do pretty much anything to please you, even the most obsessed, unhinged yanderes have a few hard, fast exceptions.

I'm assuming you meant just hxh yanderes for this, so let's proceed moving forward with that in mind! If you meant for another fandom, please let me know and I'd be happy to discuss those yanderes too <3

Let's discuss !!

(Tw for petnames, watersports, recording, anal, pegging, crying, hitting, and other smutty things)

Chrollo Lucilfer is pretty hard to frazzle in bed, and is one of those who have done extensive, eager research into both your own personal sexual preferences, and made educated guesses on kinks that seem to correlate with ones he already knows you possess. That said, Chrollo himself isn't especially risky in bed - he'll indulge you, sure, but he doesn't have a strong desire to try anything especially crazy unless you're a big fan. And while he'll let you have your fun (particularly in the beginning of your sexual relationship, just because promising you that he'll choke you or dominate you or whatever else you may like just to get you into bed with him and somewhat willing, just because he needs to pleasure you and get you warming up to him) , most of the time sex with him is quite vanilla. He's open to listening to whatever you want, with one very, very large exception: there is no amount of pleading or bargaining that will let you peg him. He doesn't inherently believe that men should always be dominant over women, but he does believe that he should always be dominant over you. And if you were to peg him, this power structure would collapse, allowing you too much control over both his pleasure and him. He doesn't mind being in a more physically submissive position (he'll never deny you when you straddle him and tell him that you're in charge for the evening, the only response you get being a twinkle in his eye, a soft smirk and a hummed we will see, my love), but the idea of you fucking him just rubs him the wrong way. He's more vulnerable with you than he is anyone else, but Chrollo has his limits. (Besides, the idea of absolutely falling apart for you is both alluring and terrifying, because the moment you discover his prostate, he'll be a gasping mess, his cheeks tinged a light pink and his grip on the sheets below him very, very tight. It would be embarrassing, and he can't allow you to see him in such a weak position - it would derail all the hard work he's done to convince you that you need him.)

Feitan Portor really detests being called Daddy. He thinks it's weird, and even if you - sweet, perfect, irritatingly attractive you - were to say it, he still wouldn't like it. There's just something about it that rubs him the wrong way - it feels too paternal, and while he doesn't remember having a family in any biological capacity, it still just makes his skin crawl. He won't get soft immediately upon hearing you say it (he's always just slightly hard when you're in his vicinity, so rarely ever is he truly flaccid around you), but he'll need to pull out and take a breather, mentally trying to erase the sound of the petname rolling off your tongue. He can deal with other petnames - he'd be okay with sir, if only because he's always kind of had a thing for roleplaying, or at least having some sort of overarching power dynamic present during sex, and being called sir would place him in a position of absolute authority, meaning he could do whatever he wants to you and you'd just obediently obey. (You already kind of do, too scared to say no to him, but it doesn't feel as authentic - he feels less comfortable, more vulnerable and exposed and raw, and he doesn't like that.) You could even call him master if you really wanted to - similarly, it feeds his desire for playing a powerful, dominant role, but he doesn't have any sort of particularly liking towards maid costumes or anything of the sort, so it wouldn't do too much for him. He's good with nearly anything else you could throw at him, but never Daddy. Frankly, he really just prefers his own, actual name - it just sounds so damn good when you gasp it, the sound going straight to both his cock and heart.

Phinks Magcub's brows always get pinched and his lips quirk down when he thinks about the idea of you bleeding during sex. It makes his hands itch, this protectiveness welling up inside him that makes him antsy and nervous and jittery, the energy all pent up and needing to be released because god, he doesn't like seeing you hurt. Even if it makes you feel good, your moans increasing because of the pain twinged pleasure, he's unwilling to indulge you - he couldn't bring himself to purposefully make you bleed, and while he does occasionally (often) leave you bruised and incredibly sore after having his way with you, that's a whole different thing from seeing that crimson color against your pretty skin. It just makes him uncomfortable - if you asked nicely enough he'd consider maybe lightly slapping you or getting rough with you (though he's already pretty rough when he gets lost in the moment - finger shaped bruises litter your body and hickeys dance along your collarbone and neck), but he'll draw the line at drawing blood. (Similarly, he doesn't really want to bleed himself either, but he'd be more willing to be in the position of pain than putting you into that position of pain. Besides, it might help him last longer, the pleasure warded off by negative stimulation - and god knows Phinks needs all the help he can get in delaying his orgasms.)

Uvogin is pretty adventurous in bed, all things considered, but even he has a few hard turn offs, one of which being degrading you. He doesn't mind calling you needy or possessive terms of endearment, but anything with even a slight negative connotation is always preceded by a 'my', so that when he's calling you a slut it always becomes my slut. Even then, he doesn't like doing this - his natural default when he's naked with you is to be praising you, because those are honestly the thoughts running through his mind when he's got his hands on you and he's feeling your soft skin against his. He genuinely only has good, lustful, reverent things to say about your body and the fact that he's getting to touch, kiss, squeeze, and fuck you, and he's not shy about telling the truth. And so, if you were to request for him to degrade you a bit in bed or be a little meaner, he'll oblige, but it'll feel just slightly forced, his words not holding their usual deep, growling timber that always sends shivers down your spine. He ends up compromising by mixing praise and degradation, but absolutely destroying you with his thrusts and well placed circles on your clit, channeling all the harsh, humiliating energy of verbal degradation instead into how he assaults your body with an overwhelming amount of pleasure. He just doesn't like the idea of lying to you, even if it turns you on in this context, because it just feels wrong to tell you that you're only a hole for me to fuck, and holes don't talk. You're not - you're so much more than that, and he doesn't want you to think otherwise. Hell no, not with all the work he's put into making you get comfortable with him and want him. One roll around on the liviing room floor (he'd gotten impatient and didn't feel like making the thirty step journey to the bedroom) isn't worth reversing months worth of warming you up to him. Not even if you leave his back scratched up or end up so stuffed full of his cum that you're literally leaking.

Nobunaga Hazama is, frankly, just thankful and elated that you're touching him. He's delusional, compeltely out of touch with reality, and fucking weird, but he's also a major sap and literally gets heart eyes everytime he sees you. And so, in the bedroom he wants everything to be as close and sensual as possible, and for every bit of pleasure and love shared between the two of you to be expressed in full. This, of course, includes any and all noises he draws out of you - that is, Nobunaga has to have you gasping and keening and moaning. He's loud himself, and he expects sex to be full of wanton cries and a cacophany of sound; one that you are expected to eagerly contribute to. And if you don't deliver? Well, Nobunaga will just try harder, licking at your faster or thrusting harder or pinching tighter - anything and everything to get you to make a damn sound, to give stop him from having to confront the reality that you aren't enjoying this nearly as much as he is. He gets turned off when you're quiet, which is a real bummer if you aren't naturally loud - you have to be, because he won't quite until you are, even if that takes hours and hours and hours.

Alternatively, Franklin Bordeau can tell when you're faking it, and he doesn't like that. At all. He doesn't want your forced moans or fabricated shaking or anything that isn't real - he wants you, your genuine reactions to his touch, and your genuine personality in bed. He doesn't want you to sound like some pornstar - with your moans constant and high and shrill and more pained than pleasured - for two main reasons, the first of which being that it's just annoying. He's never understood the allure of a woman screaming during sex, and even in the context of actual, real pleasure, it still makes him uncomfortable. It's too close to the sounds he hears when he's working a heist - he doesn't want you to sound like them, because he has no intentions of hurting you and just the mere thought of you bloodied is enough to get him soft immediately and clutching onto you like you'll disappear any moment. The second reason why he doesn't want you to be forcing anything is because although he's decently confident in his sexual abilities, he knows he isn't making you feel that good. He's sure him fingering you isn't capable of getting you gasping and whining his name constantly - sure, it feels good, and you'll probably moan and sigh, but still. When he's fucking you, he's hopeful that you'll cry out his name, but he knows you shouldn't be screaming and rythmically, shrilly moaning. He values honesty, and hearing your real, raw reactions to his touch and his presence feels a thousand times more pleasurable than anything you could ever forcibly manufacture - especially your orgasms. He can always tell when you're faking, so don't try it. Don't.

Honestly, it's pretty difficult to get Shalnark turned off. He's kinky, adventurous, and misinterprets a lot of your responses during sex - he likes to think you're just as wild as he is, and even when you clearly don't like something, he still thinks seeing you struggle is just as arousing. (Besides, most of the time he will get you to orgasm - and seeing the internal dilemma of hating what he's doing alongside the pleasure you can't hold back is absolutely delicious.) That said, there are very specific situations that Shalnark doesn't find any attraction in - specifically, he absolutely is not willing to be cucked. Having another person in the room while he fucks you hard enough to make you cry isn't a problem at all - on the contrary, he's very, very interested in that idea, because having another man watch him claim you makes both his possessiveness and nostrils flare, his palms getting sweaty and his pants feeling tight. Cucking, on the other hand, implies that there's someone else touching you - another person sullying you, getting their disgusting hands on your perfect skin that's all his his his, and that's just simply unacceptable. He didn't go through all that trouble of kidnapping you and keeping you in a secure location just to have you touched, fucked, loved by another man. It doesn't matter if it's a stranger or someone Shalnark trusts with his life - you will not be getting intimate with another soul for the rest of your life, simply because he firmly sees you as his property, and him yours. So don't even bother bringing the idea up - he'll fuck you in front of the stranger, no problem, but they're prohibited to strictly watching. (Or, maybe, they'd be good at helping get those camera angles that are really tough to capture - right up in your face, or right zoomed into where his length - flushed red and swollen - is sinking into you over and over, the home video the perfect thing to watch tonight as he cuddles you to sleep.)

Alternatively, Machi Komacine can't stomach the thought of doing anything public. It's not that she fears getting caught, but rather that it makes her uncomfortable that anyone could see the two of you. Someone could just pass by and happen to get an eyeful of you - your pretty skin and curves, your lovely body that her eyes always seem to get stuck on, watching, wanting, yearning. She's not spontaneous in any way when it comes to sex, and she just doesn't see the allure of the risk or danger involved. She's too possessive; it takes her so long to even allow herself to see you naked, and to have a stranger do that and even see your face while she's pleasuring you, while you're coming? The thought makes her nen flare up, the urge to wrap you in her arms and keep the world from even catching a glimpse of you only growing stronger. Even aside from her possessiveness, the idea of doing something where others could see you makes her nervous, too, because Machi isn't entirely confident in her abilities to actually please you in the bedroom. Sure, she understands female anatomy and has a good sense of what you like from all that stalking, but actually doing it? That's a different thing entirely - and the pressure of pleasing you coupled with the pressure of other people potentially watching her struggle makes her feel uncomfortable, a foreign, heavy sense of self doubt settling heavily in her gut. It's just not for her - sex belongs in the bedroom, or perhaps the couch or kitchen table. Not outside of your 'shared' apartment, and certainly not where someone else could get an eyeful of what's hers.

Pakunoda will still jump on the opportunity to pleasure you and be pleasured, but in general she'll be hesitant if the both of you are still fully clothed. She doesn't see the appeal of clothed sex - she wants you completely bared to her, utterly raw, your body on display for her to worship and touch and mark. She thinks keeping the clothing on is not only impractical, but diminishes the intimacy between the two of you. You'll get all sorts of sticky, hard to clean things staining the clothes, and because she can be a little snobby about materialistic delights like luxury clothing, she's not exactly keen on getting your slick all over her nice clothes. (Although, she wouldn't be entirely opposed to having your slick all over her skin, like you're leaving a mark of possession on her. Just not the clothes.) Clothes stop her from being able to fully explore your body, and, as much as she'd never admit it, when you have your clothing on it makes it much harder to use her nen on you. That is, while it makes her feel a little dirty and slimy, she will be using her ability to dig into your memories for any information on your kinks and fantasies, just because she wants to make sex as perfect and pleasurable for you as she possibly can. So shed the layers with her - it makes things so much better. Plus, the sight of you bare and squirming underneath her, looking all pretty and submissive and cute is certainly a drool worthy sight.

All things considered, Shizuku Murasaki is actually kind of picky about sex. She likes things to be her way or the highway, and as her darling you'll be forced to go along with all of her preferences and wants. And while she loves all things oral, there are a few things she's absolutely unwilling to do. Namely, while she worships you and cherishes you as much as a mass-murderer can, she will not indulge you in anything involving your asshole. It's a cleanliness thing for her; she knows you're clean (she'd just bathed with you this morning and personally hand washed you, paying very, very careful attention to your cunt), but she has a mental block against having her mouth anywhere near that part of you. She's always felt this way with every partner she's had - she just doesn't understand the allure of anal, whether that be fingering, oral, or penetration. She'd much, much rather pay attention to other areas of your body - your pussy, your thighs, your breasts, your mouth. She'll always shy away when she's got her face between your legs, but unfortunately for you, this courtesy does not extend to you too. She doesn't expect you to do anything with her ass, but she certainly won't stop you if you're getting too close, or if you get the desire. She'll just blink at you and tell you to be careful, then pull your head in by your hair and get you closer and closer and closer, enjoying the experience despite herself. Shizuku is a little hypocritical in a lot of aspects in sex, but this is one particular area where she's absolutely unfair.

Hisoka Marrow is a freak in every sense of the word. Genuinely, there is very, very little you could do that would cause him to fall out of the mood, or to rid him of the insistant, raging boner nearly everything you do gives him. He'll try anything once, and he firmly believes in keeping your sex life interesting and varied. That said, he certainly has preferences, and one thing that sits quite low on his list of preferred bedroom activities is to be worshipped. It's not that he doesn't want your attention and praise (he does, urgently), but rather that there's something about the position of being the one drowned in compliments and confessions of love that makes him a little uncomfortable. Perhaps it's because he's not used to being in such a submissive, vulnerable position, or maybe it's because he doesn't feel like he's got enough control of the situation. It doesn't really matter, because Hisoka will always send teasing remarks your way when you get the courage to be the dominant one, and that will almost always derail you enough to get you steering away from any territory that gets dangerously close to becoming too vulnerable and real for him. He loves you in his own twisted, strange way, but he's not ready to open himself up fully to you, to let you take full charge and just take care of him. He may never be ready, really, so any dreams you have of fully dominating him and reducing him to a trembling, fucked out mess will have to remain just that - dreams.

In general, Illumi Zoldyck will try most things you suggest. It's not that he's especially adventurous in the bedroom, but rather that you're the first person he's ever had any sexual contact with, and everything with you feels good, so he wants to try it all. He has very few boundries when it comes to you, and so consequently, there aren't too many things that turn him off. However, he does have two surefire things that he'll immediately and vehemently outright refuse. Firstly, he will absolutely not wear any protection. He turns his nose at the thought of condoms, and will only laugh in your face if you suggest using them for obvious reasons. He will be entering you in the most natural way possible, and he will be finishing as deeply inside of you as he can manage. Secondly, he absolutely will not allow another person to be involved in your sex life. There will be no third person in your bed, no other person for you to be pleasuring and be pleasured by. There is only you and Illumi - it's your sex life, and it makes his possessiveness flare up to dangerous proportions to imagine another person seeing you in such a vulnerable, intimate position. So really, don't even bother bringing up the idea - he won't even consider it, already shooting it down before you're finished getting the sentence out. (And after he finishes lecturing you about how another man or woman has no place in your bed, he'll promptly fuck you right then and there - no matter where you are - just to prove his point. He's all you need, after all.)

Sex with Kurapika Kurta is soft and sensual. It can be a little rougher if he's had a particularly bad day, or if he's recently had a run in with the Troupe, but for the most part he makes love rather than fucks. And because of this, he really, really doesn't like seeing you cry during sex. It makes him uncomfortable, his instincts begging him to comfort you and eliminate whatever caused your tears. He associates crying with the early days of when he'd kidnapped you, back when you were still terrified of him and much too scared to even stand to look at him, much less allow him to touch you. And particularly in the context of sex, he does not want to be reminded of all the horrible things he's done to you - things are good now, happy, and you've finally come around to the idea that he loves you, that you'll spend the rest of your life with him. And so, the moment there are tears beading at your eyes, he's immediately going soft, his palms cupping your cheeks as he stares wildly at you, asking in a rushed, still breathless voice if you're alright, if you're hurt, if you're upset and who he needs to kill to right this wrong. He overreacts, and it always, always turns into either self hatred aimed at himself for ruining your happiness, or a bloodthirsty desire to kill whoever is upsetting you. The only exception to his hatred of you crying is when it's done because you're too overstimulated, the pleasure too much for you to even process. When you're so fucked out from the pleasure he gave you, then the tears are acceptable. He still doesn't like them all that much, but it's at least a sign that he's treating you well, that he's able to make you feel good and pleasured, and it makes pride swell in his chest. So in general, try not to cry in front of him - he goes flaccid in mere seconds, his protective nature ramping up and any semblance of sexiness gone immediately.

When Leorio Paradinight has you in bed, he's almost in a state of utter awe, almost unable to really process what's going on. He's just so incredibly aroused by you, even if you're just laying beside him with your clothes fully on, and because of this he's game to try pretty much anything you want in bed. He's genuinely just so fucking excited to be with you that he'll do basically anything you want, no matter how degrading or gross or off the wall. That said, however, he doesn't really understand the appeal of pet play. He doesn't harbor any fantasies of you donning a set of bunny ears or a tail or anything of the sort, simply because he doesn't really like fantasies that change you, even if it's something as trivial as your ears. He thinks of you as perfection, and that includes every proportion of your body, every freckle, mole, hair and blemish you could have, and he doesn't want to pretend that you aren't exactly who - and what - you are. Besides, he just doesn't see the appeal; he wants you to talk and moan for him when he's touching you, not have you purr or whine or any other animal noise. He thinks it's a little weird, if he's being honest, and while he'll begrudgingly agree if you beg him to try it out (he'll do anything to see you smile, after all), his orgasm won't come as pathetically easily as normal. This extends to pet play where he's the one dressing up as a pet, too - he's more likely to enjoy it this way, but there's something humiliating about the butt plug tail and the fox ears, and it's humiliating in all the wrong ways. He's just not too big of a fan - now if you wanted to get some sort of ownership roleplay going that didn't involve pets or animals, he'd be all over that - the moment you refer to yourself as mommy or his mistress, he's practically creaming his pants, getting on his knees for you and begging for you to touch him. (And maybe even step on him, depending on how needy he's feeling that day.)

Razor, despite sometimes losing control in bed and getting a little rougher than he means to, will never willingly hit you in bed. He doesn't like the idea of slapping you. He might gently pat your ass when you're bouncing on top of him, but it's only just enough to make you yelp, only enough to make a slight smack noise of skin against skin. Hitting you - even in the context of sexual pleasure - reminds him too much of his younger days, back when he was a criminal and was much less controlled, much more dangerous. And really, that's the last thing he wants you to see him as - he wants you to take comfort in him, to want him to hold you and touch you, and he's sure that even if you want him to get rough with you and manhandle you, to smack your cheek and tell you to behave for him, you will start associating him with pain and violence. And he just can't have that - not after all the work he's gone through to prove that despite kidnapping you, he's not the monster you think he is. (Besides, there's just something more meaningful about softer, sweeter sex - he's fucked more women than he'd care to admit, but you're the first one he's gone slow with, the first one he's really taken his time with. And while it might be stupid, that makes you different in his eyes - like he's saved something special for you, like the passionate, romantic side of him that comes out when he's got you naked and stretched out on his fingers is something only you'll ever get to see.)

Another man who tries to keep things a bit vanilla in the bedroom (not for the same reasons as Razor, but rather because he just genuinely prefers more intimate and tame sex) is Knuckle, who can't stand the thought of recording your intimate times. He does objectively think the idea is a bit hot, but he's too worried that somehow the recordings will get leaked, that somehow other people will get their hands on precious recordings of him making love to you, of him making you moan and sigh and fall apart on his tongue and fingers and cock. He views the time you both spend together in the sheets as being almost sacred, like something special that's reserved only for the two of you, and having a camera rolling would just make everything feel too impersonal. It would make him nervous, too, because he'd want to rewatch the tapes with you just so he can see your face the whole time (he tends to lose himself the closer he gets to his orgasm, and always buries his face in your neck to try and make himself last longer, so he misses seeing your facial expressions when he's finishing inside you), but he'd be worried about the way he looks, about whether he looks attractive to you, dominant to you, sexy to you. However, despite his reservations about recording himself fucking you, he will photograph you in the pretty, feminine lingerie he buys for you. He'll get a new color or cut, and have you try on the set, posing for the camera while he takes a few shots, his pants visibly straining around his swollen cock because god, you look good. He'll keep the photographs in his pants pocket and never, ever share them, always looking back at them when he's away on missions and missing you. He's a bit hypocritical, but the moment a camera gets trained on him, he's turning red and clamming up.

Morel is another one who's very flexible in the bedroom, and would be difficult to completely turn off. However, one thing that Morel just simply can't get behind is watersports. He'll try it, if you really beg him to, but he just doesn't like it. It feels unsanitary to him (and god, the mess), but even beyond that it just feels a little degrading, and not in a good way. If you really, really pushed him on it, he'd give in and do as you please, reluctantly forcing himself to release onto you, but the entire time he'd be feeling guilty, discomfort eating at him because isn't it horribly disrespectful to be literally pissing on you? He loves you, and it just sits wrong with him. He'll refuse after that first time, and while he's not particularly into it, if you really, really wanted to, he'd let you reverse the roles. He's not particularly eager to have you wet yourself or piss on him, but that's better because now at least you're the one in the position of power. Plus, you're begrudgingly a little cute when you get all embarrassed about it. But still, it's most definitely not something he desires, and while he'd entertain your fantasies once in a blue moon, it certainly won't be a regular occurrence in your sex life together.

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IF THIS WAS A MOVIE | ENHA HYUNG LINE X FEM ! READER

synopsis: angst angst angst angst

a/n : all based on taylor swift songs, took a break from “The way things go to” write this😭

warning: arguments, cursing, mentions of fwb in jays, kissing in jake and sunghoons, petnames like babe used in jakes, mentions of family issues in sunghoons

L.HS : FOREVER & ALWAYS

baby, back up did you forget everything?

fights between couples are normal, but in the end they manage to bounce back and grow. you and heeseung were each others first real relationship, yet you two lasted for a while making you believe it was forever and always, and you two are eachothers soulmate until this recent month.

you felt like it was the same thing everyday, he comes home, you two argue, and then end up making up normally over the phone if not then in person. and this would be to fine if heeseung grew from the mistakes you two would argue about. everytime, forgetting dates, being late, not contributing to the relationship. you’ve done everything to change yourself for him and your relationship but he isnt pulling his weight. you were tired, you figured you needed to your foot down. while waiting you couldnt help but reminisce over the good times and when you promised eachother “forever and always.”

when he got home, he dropped his bag loudly and rushed to your shared room. you managed to stop him, he took a deep breath closing his eyes and turned his head to you. “can we talk?” you asked which in returned he sighed. sitting on the couch, you sit next to him turning to see his figure leaning over not bothering to even look at you. “are you still trying in this relationship?” thats what broke him. he stood up immediately and turned to you with angry eyes, did you phrase it wrong? what were you suppose to say? “why are you questioning my love for you? we’ve been together for 3 years, i love you, you love me of course im fucking trying in this relationship y/n!” he yelled looking at you. hurtful words aside you kept eye contact with him, i mean how could you not? you say the look in his eyes, they weren’t heeseung. it was like looking into a strangers eye. “if you love me, prove it. im tired of feeling like you dont. we live together heeseung yet you feel like a stranger, we dont even talk anymore!” you said keeping eye contact which he looked away “i dont have to prove anything.” he scoffed before walking out the door “you promised forever and always.” you said as he walked away, your words made him stop as he held the door handle. you prayed in your mind he would turn around and reassure you you two will be okay but instead he walked out. through out the arguments you two have had this month this one was different. you felt something wrong in your stomach, turning on your phone to check if you had any calls or text from him, he still hasn’t called.

so there it was, a year later and you realized he left you like that. not even a breakup text or call to finalize it. as bad as it sounds you werent able to get over him, you tried talking to other guys but you couldn’t move on. i guess your heart took forever and always too seriously. contrasting from your beliefs, heeseung was sitting on his couch in his house. why didnt he just turn around? why couldnt he keep his promise? when you two broke up he moved schools not being able to face you after breaking you but finally around this month he came back, yet you never noticed him, because he couldnt face you. everytime he saw you he ran the other way, or changed all his classes, sure he ended the relationship but one thing that never ended was his feelings for you.

sitting in your lecture the professor announced that he will pair everyone in 2 for the project. walking up the pairing sheet you noticed your name near someone familiar, “Lee Heeseung” it read. freezing you reread the paper to make sure it was right “you read it right.” you heard a familiar voice, turning around you see heeseung and all the memories flood back. shit. deciding to do the project at your house (the breakup house😍) you sigh wondering what you had gotten yourself into.

when you heard the knock on your door you braced yourself as you turned the knob, seeing heeseung with your two’s favorite dinner place from when you were together. the place he stood you up on….

“you didnt have to!” you said as you helped him bring in the bags “dont worry about it, just wanted to make it up to you” you paused at his words but shrugged it off. “we can do the project in the living room” fuck. “here ill take you-“ “dont worry i remember where it is” he laughs “right…” you chuckled awkwardly

while doing the project you tried avoiding his gaze onto you but eventually you turned to look at him and smiled awkwardly before turning back to the laptop. he closes the laptop making you look at him “can we talk?” getting deja vu from his words reluctantly you agreed “im sorry for back then” he started, but not wanting to talk about it you interrupt him “no, no its fine-“ “let me finish.”

“i promised you something, forever and always but didn’t keep it very well. when i asked you out i made a commitment to forever take care of, understand, be there for, and love you. i admit i slacked really bad its no excuse but i was in a horrible mindset that you didnt need me anymore and i know i shouldve communicated but i was…ashamed” he chuckled “i promise you when walked out that door i went back and forth whether to come back in but in the end thought it was better for us to take a break, i dont know if you felt any better but i didnt. everything reminded me of you, hell i even had to move schools, you were always in my mind. i truly did mean forever and always. and absolutely im not forcing you, or trying to make you feel bad but i want you to know im sorry and i still love you.”

maybe it was forever and always.

P: JS : HOW YOU GET THE GIRL

and then you say I want you for worse or for better

commitment was a big thing jay lacked. you and jay have been seeing eachother for around 6 months as fuck buddies and even though you knew jay lacked commitment you fell for him, and he ended up catching feelings for you too. so there you were acting like his girlfriend as he acted like your boyfriend but if anyone asked, lord forbid they do. he’ll shut them down so fast. “are you and jay dating-“ “no.” “jay is this your girl-“ “no” it hurt yes, but you knew what you were getting yourself into. you knew him, you knew he wouldnt hurt you, those cheek kisses that he said were only special to you meant something right? that was until you saw jay holding hands and kissing another girl on campus. being nosy you asked around and when you finally got the answer your heart dropped.

girlfriend?

you were wrecked. was he just leading you on this entire time? and maybe it was impulsive but you wanted answers from him. knocking on his door in the rain he answered a bit shocked to see you. “were you just leading me on this entire time?” you asked. seeing him pause he looked down and chuckled “y/n we were just friends with benefits, you knew this.”. “why? why not me?” to your question he stayed silent not being able to answer. you know you shouldve been humble in the beginning but hearing it from his mouth made you break. backing down you walk away not bothering to say anything. and thats how it works thats how he lost the girl.

after you left, he stood there door open for at least 7 minutes disappointed with himself. he closed the door kicking his “friends” out and slowly walked upstairs. laying on his bed he stared at the ceiling wondering what he had done. he tried texting and calling you but you had already blocked his number. the next day at school he kept trying to look for you but failed to do so. he use to see you everyday where were you now? he caught a glimpse of you , as he was about to run to you a hand stopped him giving him $260. he put the money in his pocket rushing out a ‘thank you’ only to look up again and see you gone.

fuck him.

for the rest of the school year you avoided jay (mostly to not see his girlfriend:(after graduating you moved out of the area wanting a new start. but with this fresh start you couldnt let something go, jay. no guys were like him in the area, it was something about jay that made you happy, feel alive, feel like you. everyone else here was so bland, you just couldnt get his certain cheek kisses out of your head. so how did you end up scrolling through jays instagram looking at his post while noticing he kept his highlight and post of you which looked rather couple-y. looking at the date of the photos suprisingly it wasn’t too far ago, around half a year. turning off your phone you sigh looking at the window the rain was rather heavy, your thoughts were interrupted with a knock, well multiple.

confused you opened the door and saw a soaking wet jay. he was pale as a ghost, shaking, hair wet, clothes wet, nothing about this man was dry. “are you insane?!” you yell pulling him inside. running to the bathroom to get a towel to dry him in response he chuckled “its been a long six months.” “what?” “a long 6 months since i lost the girl” not following what he was saying he grabbed your wrist stopping you from drying his hair “its been a long six months since i lost you.”

“but your girl-“

cutting you off he spoke. “i dated her for money, that sounds horrible but she said she’ll pay me to date her for her reputation. during this time i was planning on asking you out but didn’t want you to doubt my intentions so i was trying to save up for this ring you told me you wanted but was too expensive, i couldnt fit work into my schedule either so fake dating her was the best option for me to ask you out. when you came to my door her friends were over at my house and as much as i wanted to explain to you my true intentions i knew i couldn’t get my part of the deal. now thinking about it i shouldnt even have made the deal with her but i was too afraid to tell you without something to prove it. but now i realize i never had to prove anything if my heart told me it belonged with you, i swear i was losing my mind when you asked me why not you.”

“jay i dont know…” you said shocked from his confession.

he held both of your hands and looked at you with a smile “you dont have to know anything but please remember that i want you for worse or for better, ill fix any part of your heart i broke, i would wait forever just to be with you.

i dont want you to go.”

laughing at his corniness you look at him “remind me how it use to be”

he laughed and kissed your cheek the same way he used to that brought warmth to you.

“say you want me”

“i want you.”

he said as he slid on the ring.

and thats it works, thats how you get the girl.

S:JY : BETTY

the worst thing that I ever did was what I did to you

you trusted jake. despite the rumors of his reputation you saw good in him. you didnt believe the rumors, you knew him, you knew he hated crowds, how he preferred to kiss in his car shining in the moonlight, dancing in the streetlight.

so when inez texted and told you she saw jake cheating on you with augustine and that you were just a bet to him. at first you didn’t believe inez was weren’t close to her and due to the fact jake knew you were envious of augustine. she was gorgeous, no flaws. you never wanted to doubt jake but you knew you needed reassurance. you texted jake if he can come over which he excitedly agreed. when he arrived to your house you opened the door and lead him to the garden outside, which was you and his spot. not knowing how to start you stayed quiet which scared him “babe…you okay?” he said breaking that silence

“were you cheating on me with augustine this summer?” i asked quietly not being able to look at him. he opened his mouth not being able to say anything. “y/n…” “i was just a bet?” you said tears welling up “i thought you were different then what everyone said. i thought you loved me,” you said letting the tears fall everything must have made sense now, he never brought you around his friends let alone shown affection around his friends. jake sat there not knowing what to say, he tried recalling what happened with augustine and how to tell you, how does he tell you that he feels nothing for her but was thinking about you all summer. but his mind was bashing all of those irrelevant memories with augustine just thinking about how maybe everyone was right. maybe he was just a heartless guy who couldn’t love anyone. “go fuck yourself jake.” you said breaking the sobs and silence. his heart broke at your words but he knew it he wouldn’t be able to explain himself anyway.

when the first day of school hit, jake didnt even realize he was walking to the route he use to take when he would walk with you making him pass your house. he didn’t realize what he was doing until his breathing felt heavy, his stomach was churning and his heart was pounding. his realization hits when he didnt see you walk out.

you werent his to walk anymore.

when he arrived at school he stayed in the hallways for as long as possible to try to see you but you were no where to be seen. no way, your homeroom was in this hallway…

did you change it?

as you sat in your new homeroom, inez was talking to you about your party you were hosting. tuning her out you couldnt help but think of jake. you remembered telling him how excited you were of hosting and how he was the first one invited. would he come?

like your thinking jake tuned out his homeroom teacher debating whether to go to your party, would you even want him

there? would you curse him out or let him finally explain?

the night of the party people came in making small talk with you before enjoying the party. dispite the people in the party including his friends, you couldn’t help but look for a certain person. despite your mind telling you no. just as you were about to turn around and give up, you heard a knock. there he was. holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers with sweat dripping from his face “please let me explain…” you nodded and lead him to the garden hiding from the party.

“i never wanted to hurt you. you were the first person who showed me that love isnt just a game. i promise you, i never cheated on you with augustine. i was walking to the store to get snacks for you and thats when she stopped me. asking me to accompany her to the store since she didn’t want to be alone. i thought since we were both going to the store might as well. and im guessing thats what inez saw, and i know i dismissed your insecurities about augustine but i wasn’t thinking, i was thinking of you. i only have been thinking ever since we gotten together. im dumb for you y/n. i cant even do my homework without thinking of you. i wrote your name in my homework answers. i dont know anything about myself, life or anything. but i know i miss you. the worst thing ive ever done in my life was hurt you, i dont want to do anyone or anything but i do want to make it up to you. i may not be deserving of love but i just wanted to clear this up so you dont think you aren’t deserving of love.”

“but if i can ask, why did you believe the rumors?”

“i thought you were ashamed of me” you chuckled embarrassed

“ashamed?” he held your hand and brought you to his friends “i shouldve done this sooner, but i want to introduce you guys to my beautiful girlfriend” he said kissing your cheek

sitting there absorbing his words you can’t help but smile, maybe you werent betty.

P:SH : MINE

braced myself for the goodbye

you met sunghoon while ice skating, you two were set as partners for future competitions although it took a bit for him to step out of his shell, one secret he’ll never tell you is that he opened up more quickly to you then any other person he had met before. not to mention how well you two worked together. you two were a open book besides one thing. even though you had met his parents he has never met your parents before let alone seen them. you briefly told him there was just family issues which he got the hint that you didnt feel like talking about it.

about 2 years into you and sunghoons ice skating career together he asked you out. hesitantly you agreed. one day late night at practice he decided to bite the bullet and ask you why he had never seen your parents. sitting on the ice you sit next to him as he looked up at you “my dad cheated on my mom a while ago but theyre still together, but they still fight almost everyday” you open up. he put his arm around your shoulder “we’ll never make your parents mistakes” he said kissing your temple.

throughout you and sunghoons relationship you started to believe in love. that imagine you painted by your parents of love growing up faded to you and sunghoon. so here you two were at his house way past your curfew. “heres your charger and clothes” he said pulling out your stuff from his drawer dedicated for you. “hoon, i dont know about this” he looked up at you with comfort “i promise we’ll be fine, live a bit hm?” he said teasingly. he sure knows how to make a rebel of a careless mans careful daughter.

he took you the han river, sitting down watching the light of the buildings reflect on the river water. my eyes grew wide in awe. he put his arm around me and smiled looking at me. “thank you for taking me here hoon.”

everything was fine, why did she have to come along? is what you were thinking as you watched sunghoon skate with a new trainee. your mom had enough of your dad, and decided to leave taking you with her. but the whole reason your skating was funded was because of your dad leading sunghoon to have to change partners. see this would be fine if you didnt forget once a skater gets a partner their life revolves around that partner. sunghoon started texting you less, hanging out with you less, making you doubt. were we just like my parents?

you had enough after a week of sunghoon not texting you. it was 2:30 am, you tossed and turned not beingg able to sleep you knew sunghoon was at practice. although he stopped sharing his location with you he wouldnt cheat on skating. making your way to the rink, you walked in to sunghoons new partner get awfully close to his face off ice. he looked up and saw you before anything happened. he knew what this looked like and he knew damn well you did too. your eyes glossed and you just ran for it out the rink. maybe late night thoughts werent worth living.

sunghoon never took off his skates and put on his shoes quickly as he pushed his partner off him. he knew his skating partner was serious but his long term partner was more important. he knew he couldn’t lose you not like this. he made you believe in love he wasnt gonna let his mistake ruin your happiness. you are the best thing thats ever been his and he wasnt going to let it go.

he managed to catch up to you and grabbed your wrist. he turned you around and saw your tear stained cheeks, he swear his heart stopped. the told himself that he was never going to let you see love the same way you saw your parents. “just do it.” you said choking on your sob. his eyes widden and he held you shaking his head “never will i leave you. not alone.”

“i remember how i felt sitting by the water. i saw you start to believe in love. you are the first person i felt a true connection with wnd everytime i look at you its like the first time. i fell in love with a careless mans careful daughter.

you are the best thing thats ever been mine.”

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