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soolh1k · 11 months

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Skz ghosting you ! (pt 2)

notes: english is not my first language so apologies for any misspelling or grammar. i hope u like it !! :))) this is only the maknae line

type: text post | narrated text

genre: angst w fluff

WARNINGS: swearing, a little bit angsty, mentions of ed, let me know if you'd like me to tag u :)

Maknae line pt1 | Hyung line pt2

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𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 Han Jisung

The days were passing, and you felt that things were worsening between the two of you. You never dared to respond to the message he sent you; you were deeply hurt, and all you could do was cry in your mother's arms. However, your mother was tired of seeing you in such pain, so she met with your boyfriend, they talked things through, and they prepared a small surprise for you.

One day, coming back from work, you found a letter placed on your bed. Curiously, you opened it and realized it was from your boyfriend.

To my love bug,

I deeply apologize from the bottom of my heart if my actions have caused you any pain. I sincerely regret any mistakes I've made and the impact they may have had on our relationship. Instead of simply seeking forgiveness, I want to express the profound love and affection I have for you.

I am incredibly grateful for your unwavering concern and care towards me. Your support and understanding mean the world to me, and I want you to know that my love for you is immeasurable.

Thank you sincerely, from the depths of my heart, for always being there for me. Your presence in my life brings immense joy and happiness. I cherish every moment spent with you, and I cannot imagine my life without you. I love you deeply and unconditionally.

My love for you knows no boundaries. It surpasses all limitations and reaches the depths of my soul. You are the one who brightens my darkest days and fills my heart with warmth and happiness. I love you with all my heart, and I want you to feel the intensity of my affection.

Words fail to adequately express the depth of my love for you. It is an overwhelming feeling that consumes me entirely. My love for you is infinite. I cannot envision my life without you, and I want to spend every moment by your side, sharing an everlasting love.

You complete me in ways I never thought possible. Your presence has brought immeasurable happiness and fulfillment into my life. I wholeheartedly love you with every fiber of my being. There is no doubt in my mind that you are the one I want to spend the rest of my life with.

Please understand that my love for you is unconditional. Regardless of the challenges we may face, I will always be by your side, supporting and loving you with all my heart. You are the most important person in my life, and I want to bring you happiness in every way possible.

I want you to know that my love for you is incomparable. It surpasses all other emotions and takes precedence over everything else in my life. You are my world, my everything. I love you more than words can express, and I am committed to making you feel loved and adored every single day.

I want to assure you that my love for you is not fleeting or temporary. It is a love that will endure the test of time. You mean everything to me, and I want to spend the rest of my life loving and caring for you.

Please accept my sincere apologies and my declaration of love. I am truly sorry for any pain I may have caused, and I promise to continually strive to become a better person for you. You are my greatest love, and I will do everything within my power to make you feel loved, respected, and appreciated.

Once again, I apologize for any mistakes I've made, and I want you to know that my love for you knows no limits. You are my everything, and I will love you wholeheartedly, with a love that knows no bounds.

With all my love, Han Jisung.

As soon as you finished reading the letter, you cried as if there was no tomorrow. It continued until you felt arms wrapping around you. You knew it was

him, so you let him embrace you. You knew everything was going to be better now. It was just the two of you, and nothing could ever separate you.

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𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 Lee Felix

It had been about a week since you hadn't been eating properly, hydrating yourself, or getting much sleep. It was obvious that you had lost a couple of pounds, but that was the least of your concerns. You had lost your boyfriend, and that hurt much more than the hunger. You couldn't bear being away from him; it was really affecting you, and if someone didn't do something quickly, you could end up in a very bad state.

You were lying in your bed, staring at the ceiling when suddenly you heard the doorbell ring. But knowing how your friends were, it was probably them outside your house, pleading for you to come out and go eat. That's one of the reasons why you turned off your cellphone; you just wanted to be alone. However, they didn't seem to give up, so tiredly, you went to open the door, only to find the person you least expected.

"Oh my God, Angel, are you okay? What happened to you? Have you eaten? You don't look good at all!" Your boyfriend bombarded you with questions, clearly concerned. "What are you doing here, Felix?" you asked, surprised. "I came to apologize for how stupid I've been," he said, unable to meet your eyes. You looked terrible, and you didn't want this to be your first encounter after everything. "Let me apologize, please. Just listen to me, and if you want me to leave, it's okay, but please listen to me. I need you." You simply nodded and let him in.

“I am deeply sorry for the pain I have caused you by ignoring you. I regret my actions and the impact they have had on our relationship.

I want to sincerely apologize for the times I neglected you and failed to respond to your messages. I understand now how hurtful and frustrating it must have been for you. Please know that it was never my intention to make you feel ignored or unimportant.

Your presence in my life is invaluable, and I deeply appreciate your love and support. I am grateful for the care and concern you have shown me, and I want you to know that my love for you is endless.

I acknowledge my mistakes and the hurt I have caused, and I’ll try to rebuild our relationship.

Please understand that my actions were not a reflection of my love for you. I have realized the importance of open communication and actively engaging in our relationship. I want to assure you that I will make every effort to be more present and attentive, and to show you the love and respect you deserve.

I understand that rebuilding trust takes time and patience, and I am willing to put in the necessary effort. I want to be the partner you can rely on and confide in, someone who values and cherishes you above all else.

Please accept my heartfelt apologies, and know that I am dedicated to becoming a better person and a better partner for you. I love you deeply, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make things right between us.

Once again, I am truly sorry for ignoring you and causing you pain. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me and give us another chance. Our love is worth fighting for, and I promise to make you feel loved, and respected every single day.”

You were surprised; you didn't expect him to say that. He was truly sorry, and he didn't want things to end between you. You felt foolish for having thought such negative things.

"Oh my God, I thought I had lost you, Felix. I was really depressed. But I know that everything is better when we're together. I forgive you, and I always will, so please never leave again." You looked into his eyes for the first time, and that's when you realized how much you loved that guy. "No way am I leaving, nor am I letting you go. Please take care of yourself, my love. I need you to be well and healthy. I love you." He hugged you as if it were the last thing he would do, and you whispered back an "I love you" to him.

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𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 Kim Seungmin

You didn't even want to see Seungmin, but as luck would have it, you ran into him at a café where you used to go together. It was obvious that your heart led you to that place, hoping to see him once more. You didn't want to lose him if you were honest, but your pride also prevented you from talking to him. You couldn't make a single decision.

"Blossom?" you heard someone say behind you. Your mind told you not to turn around, but your heart was stronger. "Seung?" you asked in return. "I thought I would never see you again. Can we talk?" Once again, your heart responded for you, and you simply nodded. You sat at a table, and he was the first to speak. "Just listen to me, okay? After that, I'll leave, if that's what you want, but let me apologize properly." You muttered a small yes, and then he began to speak.

"I regret allowing my fears and doubts to overshadow our relationship and cause you pain. I am truly sorry for the hurt I have caused you.

My insecurities got the best of me, and instead of opening up and communicating with you, I withdrew and left you in confusion and uncertainty. I understand now that my actions were unfair and unjustifiable.

Please know that my behavior never showed how much I care about you. In fact, it was quite the opposite. My fear of being vulnerable and the fear of rejection clouded my judgment and prevented me from expressing my true feelings for you.

I understand that my ghosting has left you feeling abandoned and hurt. I want to assure you that I am working on addressing and overcoming my insecurities. I am trying to become a better person for myself and for our relationship.

I apologize for not trusting in the love and connection we shared. You deserved better than being left in the dark, and I am truly sorry for the pain I caused you during that time.

I want to rebuild the trust we once had and make amends for my actions. I am willing to put in the effort to communicate openly, honestly, and consistently. Your feelings and needs are important to me, and I want to create a safe space where we can address any insecurities together.

Please accept my sincere apologies for ghosting you. I am working on myself and our relationship, and I hope that you can forgive me. I adore our connection, and I promise to be more present and transparent in the future.

I am truly sorry, and I want to make things right between us. Thank you for your patience and understanding." With that said, he stood up from his seat, but he couldn't even take a step when he felt your arms around him.

"You should have told me that earlier, you idiot. I thought you no longer loved me and just ignored me to end things between us. Seungmin, I will always be there for you through thick and thin. We promised to be together forever. I won't leave you alone in this. I love you, and my heart always will," you said, resting your head on his back as tears rolled down your cheeks.

"I won't let you go that easily, Blossom," he assured you, planting a kiss on your cheek.

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𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 Yang Jeongin

It had been about two weeks since Jeongin had gone on tour. Being honest with yourself, you knew that each passing day was pure agony, and you could no longer bear the feeling of abandonment. Did things have to end so badly? You wanted everything to go back to normal, hoping it was all just a nightmare and that you would wake up in your boyfriend's arms. But every morning, you woke up in an empty and cold bed.

One day, as you were coming out of the shower, you heard the doorbell of your apartment. It was the receptionist informing you that a package had been delivered for you. It surprised you because you hadn't ordered anything, but you said it was okay and that you would pick it up. They told you that the delivery person was already on their way up, so you just waited for the knock on the door.

You were greeted with a large teddy bear, some flowers, and a letter. You signed for them, still in awe of the surprise. Just as you were lost in your thoughts, a phone call interrupted you. Without even checking who was calling, you answered.

"Did you receive my gift?" a sweet voice asked gently.

"Yes, Jeongin, what's all this?" you replied.

"Please read the letter first, and then you can scream at me all you want," he said.

You followed his advice and started reading the letter that came with the gift:

"I'm really sorry for the pain and confusion I caused by ignoring you. I thought it would somehow make me feel less lonely, but now I see how selfish and hurtful that was. I messed up, and I'm truly sorry for the distress it caused you.

I messed up by shutting you out and not realizing how important it is to communicate openly. I didn't mean to make you feel abandoned or unimportant. I know I betrayed our relationship and the trust we had.

Please understand that my behavior didn't reflect how I truly felt about you. In fact, it was the opposite. I was just trying to deal with my own emotions in the wrong way. I now realize that true strength comes from facing our challenges together, not running away from them.

I understand the importance of actively engaging with you, listening to your concerns, and making you feel valued and loved.

I feel really bad for the pain and confusion I caused, and I promise to put in the work to regain your trust. Rebuilding trust takes time and effort, and I'm ready to invest in both. I'll be open, honest, and consistent in my communication with you. I want you to know that I hear you and understand you.

I'm truly sorry for being ignorant and avoiding you. I want you to know that I'll learn from this experience and grow as an individual and as your partner.

I understand if you need some time and space to heal from what I did, but I hope you can forgive me and give us a chance to make things right. Our love is worth fighting for, and I'm determined to be the partner you deserve."

"Don't cry, doll. Forgive me, okay? I want to do things right this time. When I come back, love me more than ever. Love me as if there's no tomorrow, just like I love you," he said.

"I've always loved you, Innie, come back safe and sound. I forgive you. You knew from the beginning that I would forgive you. Thank you for all the gifts. I love you infinitely," you said, and you could even sense Innie's beautiful smile. Everything is going to be alright from now on.

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icarustypicalfall · 7 months

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cara mia

ALEJANDRO VARGAS X F!READER

inspired by the glorious lovers, Gomez and Morticia.

a request that i hope will succeed to mend every heart i broke because of certain angst

summary: you can't love someone more than yourself and live everyday as if it's the last.. well, certainly not according to you and your lover

warnings: none, sfw, pure fluff <3

note: im not that good at writing romance.. im an angst person but yeah that was really entertaining, doing some research and planning 🤭 tysm for your request anon, I'd love hearing from you again, tell me what you think 🫶🏻

"I've finally found you, now my life tastes sweet like cinnamon"

"I think they truly love each other, but I'm not entirely sure," Rudy chuckled at Soap's comment as they observed Alejandro and his lover, you, dancing on the crowded dance floor.

Throughout the night, you danced, kissed, and flirted, seemingly inseparable.

Los Vaqueros had organized a party to celebrate their latest mission after the tank operation. It was an ideal opportunity for Alejandro to introduce you to his brothers and new allies: Gaz, Soap, Ghost, and Captain Price.

The evening had started as a simple get-together, but it quickly turned into a display of intense flirting and hours of dancing and drinks.

Rudy would often joke that Alejandro seemed to forget everyone else when he was with you. He was even distracted at the shooting range, nearly shooting one of his own men when he caught a glimpse of you passing by.

The men sitting at the table laughed, sipping their beers while keeping an eye on the couple swaying on the dance floor. "I can't believe this is the same man I used to work with. He is completely smitten with her," Rudy laughed heartily, clearly becoming more and more tipsy.

Shaking his head, he smiled. "No hermano, Alejandro and _ are not whipped. They simply love each other. They've had this connection ever since they met."

You had met Alejandro years ago, during a time when you both had to work together amidst the scandalous movements of the cartel. After a period of dating, he proposed, and within a year, you were married. Though Alejandro had some flaws, such as anger issues and work addiction, he never let that affect your relationship. Any disagreement or argument would swiftly be resolved with passionate apologies shared behind closed doors. Some never started believing in soulmates till they witnessed the Colonel and his wife dancing bachata at 2 am.

To Alejandro, you were a delicate flower, even with your own strong-willed nature. He took pleasure in watching you bark orders to incompetent recruits.

When some of his men playfully asked him whether he'll choose you over eternity.. well of course he chose you. Because, quoting him: "how could I choose a life where you are not by my side, cara mia? I'd consider it as hell itself. For me, amor, I'd rather hold you for a brief moment over any eternities."

You, on the other side, proudly showcased your love for him. The bond you shared was powerful and seemingly magical. Together, you lived for the moment, sucking the joy of life and spating out the sorrow. There wasn't any words that could describe how you feel about him.

Crazy? maybe. Deeply in love? Absolutely.

Taking a break from dancing, you volunteered to get drinks, and Alejandro made his way back to the table. A broad smile adorned his face as he glanced at you, seated closely to him, holding onto his arm. You smiled back, giving his hand a gentle squeeze as he kissed your forehead and kept a protective arm around your waist.

Captain Price chuckled and patted Alejandro's back, remarking, "Well son, you never told us you were married. Rudy mentioned it before he passed out."

You glanced at Alejandro, resting your elbow on the table, cheek supported by your palm, wearing a playful smirk.

"Is that so? He didn't mention me even once? Must have been pretty busy, right, amor?"

Alejandro held your hand, gently squeezing it within his calloused palm and placing soft kisses on your fingertips.

"Just because I didn't talk about you doesn't mean you weren't on my mind, Querida. You reside there constantly, occupying every thought of mine."

"That was cheesy, Alejandro. Eres increíble!" you teased, his eyes seemed to flicker like stars shining in his dark brown orbs. He drew closer to you, his smile wide.

"You really shouldn't speak Spanish to me, amor. You know it drives me mad."

"I'd absolutely love seeing you mad, Hermoso."

The men around the table followed your conversation, enraptured by this side of Alejandro.He was unafraid to show you off, proud of your relationship and unapologetic about his love for you. In fact, if he was to be called out for loving you this much, he'd proudly wear the title. He cherished you deeply, and you had no worries about the cartel using you against him. They knew not to cross that line, for you were a protected and treasured part of Alejandro's life. God help the ones who tried to cross it, let some peace fall upon their limp bodies.

After a long night, it was almost four in the morning when you and Alejandro reached your home. In the blue hour, you both would often take a moment to witness the captivating beauty of nature while wrapped in each other's arms.

Alejandro gently tilted your chin, meeting your gaze with a smile as he whispered slurred words into your ear.

"Do you remember our honeymoon, darling?"

"Which one, amor? Every day with you feels like a honeymoon, and you're definitely giving me a sweet tooth."

"..The night after we got married," he reminisced. "When everyone had left, leaving only you and me. We sat on the balcony, with the cold wind weaving through our hair. I held you close as the sun rose."

A slight smile formed on your lips as you relived the memory. Your fingertips lingered on the burning flesh of his cheek. Closing your eyes, his words sank in the depth of your mind.

"Do you ever realize you become a poet when you're drunk?"

"Just for you, amor, I'll be anything you want, if you wanted me to get you the stars, I'll collect every piece of them, even if i died trying. But if you wanted to shove me away, I'll stick with you for eternity and beyond. You're too precious for me, cara mia"

His hand found yours, in slow movements and dizzy stares, he squeezed your palm. As if the simple mouvement was a promise, a vow for you.

"I want to recreate that moment tonight," Alejandro murmured, his voice filled with warmth and love. "Let's stay up until the sun rises again, and we can relive our love story once more."

You nodded, anticipation gleaming in your eyes. Hand in hand, you made your way to the balcony, watching as the sky transformed from dark to a palette of soft hues. Wrapped in each other's arms, you whispered sweet nothings, promising to love, support, and protect one another until the end of time.

This kind of love that almost felt irreal, you shared a deep mutual connection that none could explain, and neither of you tried.

If anything, you just loved each other. You digged and bathed in the joy, forgetting the sorrow. Was this a blessing of life, an apology for the misery your souls endured during lifetimes?

Or were you simply lucky enough of to find the missing piece of your heart?

For the matter, you both knew that this love was enough to mend your hearts, over and over again.

As the first rays of sunlight kissed your skin, Alejandro leaned in and whispered against your lips.

"Te amo, mi vida. Forever and always."

"Te amo también, mi amor. Nada ni nadie nos separará."

(can i marry him please? i stg he's perfect. sorry if it's not accurate or not what you expected. ily all 🫶🏻❤️)

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dr0p-dead-gorgeous · 5 months

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Josh Futturman x fem!reader

Warnings: sub!josh,smut , p in v, Premature ejaculation,overstimulation, fem pronouns and anatomy used, use of y/n , not really proofread

You run into a cute,dorky guy at work,

As i wonder about my day, i accidentally bump into a sort of dorky guy. As we both stop and turn to apologize to each other, I notice his name tag reading ‘Futturman, Janitor.’ “I am *so sorry*” the Janitor says before apologizing profusely.”I'm sorry, it's fine really Mr.. Uhh.. Futturman. “Call me Josh, everyone else does” the Janitor says as he blushes a bit. “...Josh, I'm y/n, a vet tech for the possums around here, seen you around a bit, Josh blushes a bit and chuckles“Well…uh…nice to *meet* you, y/n.” Josh says, unsure of what to say."Nice to meet you I gotta go " I say with a sweet smile, Josh smiles back nervously “Of course…uh, you have a nice day y/n.” Josh says before awkwardly attempting to continue on with his day.

(third person pov)

Over the next week’s they talked in passing becoming quick friends

[Cut to Josh taking a break from cleaning the cafeteria and having lunch with her]

You like Video games too! I love playing *Josh blushes a bit, and smiles enthusiastically* “Oh, yeah! You play Biotic Wars?”. “Yeah! I'm on level 50! Lately ive been playing a lot of resident evil though!" 'I love resident evil! M..maybe you could come over to hang out and watch me play sometimes!” Josh suggests nervously "Sounds good! " y/n says ,Josh smiles, clearly very nervous and excited for the first time in a long time having anyone over, especially a girl. His mind races from the surprise of the date and future plans.

‘Wow…someone like *y/n* actually wants to visit my *house*. What am I going to do?’ Josh thinks to himself.*

Josh and y/n later visit his home. Josh nervously opens his door, ushering her to come inside. She walks in, and takes in his space, clearly enjoying his gaming setup and decor.*I love your posters! I have the same one of Tiger by my bed*Josh blushes a bit once again* “Oh…that’s uh…well…” *He points at his gaming console* “Do you wanna see something really cool?” “yeah! “ Josh smiles nervously and turns on his game resident evil. He then proceeds to show Y/n his final boss victory and the end-game content. Y/n is enthralled by the gameplay, clearly impressed by his prowess. “Omg you beat it! I thought it was impossible i've died so many times! "Josh blushes and jumps up exited“Oh my god… I beat it” He seems pleased with himself for completing the game with Y/n present they hug and he spins her around celebrating.He puts her down her hands on his shoulders for a moment they look into each other's eyes. She leans over and whispers “Hey, you’re really cute and charming josh, you know that?” Josh blushes and looks very stunned for a moment; then his face lights up red like a tomato.*Josh blushes a crazy amount as Y/n continues* “If I were to…*maybe*...kiss you right now…would you…be okay with that~?” *Josh’s face is as red as the sun, but he responds* “Uh…Yeah..! I would be okay with that…really!” She slowly leans in and Josh leans in as well. They embrace in a slow and tender kiss. Josh’s cheeks light up red and he blushes. “I think I really like you josh.” Josh’s heart beats as fast as a humming bird’s. He holds Y/n’s face with a shaking hand and looks her right into the eyes. He stares deeply into her own, and gives her another soft kiss. His hands begin to quiver. “Y/n…” Josh stutters, clearly flustered. “Uhh…I think I really like you too…”*Josh leans in to kiss y/n again, this time more passionately, a smile spreading across his face. Their kiss grows more heated, and y/n pulls Josh closer into a tight embrace. She starts to rub his thighs leaning more into him*Josh’s body shivers from the feeling, never having been in this situation before. He starts to feel a little anxious, his breathing increasing slightly. His heart’s beating out of his chest and his face is almost red as an apple. y/n kisses Josh passionately and continues to move her hands over his body. As she does, she begins unbuttoning Josh’s shirt…*Is this ok Josh... Josh’s body is shaking profusely at this point. He nods nervously, unable to communicate with words. y/n pulls him in closer.*y/n pushes her hand onto Josh’s chest, pushing him onto his bed feeling his heart beating rapidly. She looks at Josh with a hungry smile, her mind set on going even further. He begins breathing even faster and slightly heavier.*y/n whispers seductively into Josh’s ear “It’s getting hot in here…” *She unbuttons his shirt the rest of the way, and proceeds to caress his bare chest with a soft kiss. Josh’s mind goes blank and his heart beats out of his chest, unable to form coherent thoughts.*y/n runs her hands over Josh’s chest again, this time moving to his waist and slowly removing his pants. She kisses him again, and whispers once more “Can…can I?”Josh gulps loudly, extremely nervous and unsure of what to do. He responds “Uhh…” Josh’s heart is beating at breakneck speed. All of his blood rushes to his face as his body shakes uncontrollably. He tries pulling himself away Y/n’s seductive voice grows more clear. “Is that a no?” She continues to inch her body closer, clearly still looking to escalate the situation. Josh’s mind goes blank as his heart races. He can’t say anything.

“I can't do anything more if I don't get a yes baby” *Josh’s mouth dries up and he nods frantically* “Y-Yes! Yes please..

”Good boy using your words hun. *Josh’s face lights up red at the fact that Y/n called him “Good boy” and “hun”. He starts to feel a little uncomfortable in his underwear by the level of intimacy, but clearly still aroused by her.* Y/n moves herself closer, taking off her shirt and and skirt left in her Lacey underwear siting on-top of Josh. She bites her lip as she continues.* “Is this okay…?*Josh gulps nervously. His eyes flutter for a moment as he nods, . All of his thoughts disappear and he lets his body take control.**Y/n pulls Josh closer as she grinds herself onto him through his boxers. He gasps slightly with an intense feeling of euphoria and intimacy. His brain goes fully blank and he can’t seem to form any coherent thoughts.**Y/n moves slowly in his lap, her touch being more and more seductive. She leans in to give him another passionate kiss, her lips slowly moving down to his neck as she begins to Seep through her panties. Josh let’s out a whine bucking into her,loving the sweet friction on his fully hard cock. He fumbles with her bra strap before getting it off groping her chest harshly as she let’s out little moans. She lifts up causing Josh to whine in protest, she take off her panties before doing the same for Josh. She lower herself down rubbing herself on Josh, he yelps out from the sudden sensation, shuttering from the pleasure cursing under his breath. She reaches down and takes him in her hand, giving him a few pumps before lining him up with her entrance and slowly sinking down on him.

With a couple thrusts He moans out loudly “ Fuck fuck fuck… y.. Your so t… tight i’m gonna..” He moans almost pornographicly and cums inside her immediately, mortified he begins to apologize “Fuck i’m so sorry! y… your just so pretty and.. and feel so good… this is my first time i-”she shut him up by kissing him and rolling her hips. Continuing to slowly roll her hips she says “ Fuck no it’s ok that was so hot keep moaning like that for me baby wanna fuck you till you cry ”she starts slowly bouncing on his still hard cock as he unraveled a whiney little mess. She fucked herself on his cock hitting the bundle of nerves each time “Thank you.. F.. Fuck …thank you please don't stop riding me like that your so perfect “ she bounced on him each trust dragging against her sensitive walls” fuuuck baby boy you feel so good are you close ““ so..so close please let me cum please, i’ll be a good boy I promise just please let me cum…ahh~”he moaned “Fuck since you moaned so pretty for me baby go ahead and cum baby c'mon” “Fuck, thank you, thank you uhH~” his cum flooded inside her while her walls clamped down around him reaching her climax.She kept going, riding out her orgasm, much to josh's surprise . 'F..fuck Y/n~ its so much!".She finally begins to slow down eventially coming to a complete stop, her hands of his chest as he panted under her.

"That was so good thank you" he said still recovering. She lifted off him with a hiss laying herself down on his chest, his hand immediately wrapping around her to cuddle"You did so well baby" she responded nuzzling her head into him. they sat in comfortable silence holding each other for a couple minutes

"Sooo..next time you want to watch me beat Biotic wars?"

#josh futturman x reader #future man x reader #josh hutcherson #josh futturman #josh hutcherson smut

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denial-permanente · 3 months

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Hi there,

I’ve been a follower of your for quite a while and have to say I admire the dynamic you and Tom share, and the strength and closeness that your base relationship reflects.

I send this seeking your opinion, and I apologize if you’ve already answered this before.

I find myself in a precarious situation where I have, slowly, yet steadily and surely, become interested in chastity. For me, and I say this with as much honesty as one can, my interest in this isn’t fetishized as is more Domme focused. As in, I do not find myself interested in the idea because it gets me all hot and bothered (despite the fact that it does), but is more my desire to offer my Domme something I know I have not fully internalized and am fully comfortable with. Its beyond my comfort zone but that is where growth and magic take place. I will want yo say that my apprehension or anxiety are not because I don’t want to be thrown/throw myself into the deep end, but a nervousness about the realities and challenges of how it will play out if that makes sense? It’s sort of a ‘careful what you wish for’ kind of situation.

I am currently seeing a very special woman who is very much on the dominant side of things and we’ve talked about some aspects that our dynamic would involve. We have discussed orgasm control, and she has made it clear to me that this is an expectation she has of me, but chastity is yet to be discussed.

We have been nurturing a very beautiful connection in our relationship, but the thought of her potentially wanting me in chastity and wanting to wear my key on her neck for the world to see (even if fee pick up on it) makes me a little nervous. I feel like that would break me as a submissive, it would make me realize my place infinitely more deeply and would bring me into a state of submission that is beyond what Im used to or know what to expect from.

So I guess my question is: why do you think Im feeling this way and do you think I should override this nervous and just surrender to that desire of hers (as it comes up) fully? I know these are questions only I could answer but I appreciate your experience and take on this greatly.

Thank you in advance :)

Like a lot of men, you may be way overthinking all this. You're seeing a domme, you have chemistry, and things are going well. And instead of just enjoying all this you are worried that things will go... too well? 🙄

First of all, she may not even want to wear one of those ugly keys. I'm sorry... I know a lot of you men get all hot and bothered but we are not 14 years old here. Those keys are ugly and no woman wants to wear one especially if they are dressed up.

Second, she wants to control your orgasms. That is perfectly acceptable with or without a cage. By asking... demanding that she take control of your orgasms she makes sure that your desire is focused on her and not on your penis. I told my husband many years ago that I wanted all of the control over that and even in times when he was not caged he took that very seriously. To me it represented a huge commitment... and women love to see commitment from men.

I guess what I'm saying is to forget about the cage. That is... the cage is not to prevent orgasms, it is to prevent accidents and temptation... both yours and hers.

🔒Tom here. This is a point that gets overlooked a lot: cages do not prevent orgasms, they simply make them inconvenient. Long before my permanently locked status, I considered it a personal challenge to refrain from unauthorized orgasms. Once, my wife had me going for over 15 very difficult months, no cage. And it's true - women love their men to show commitment.

I also think that you're overthinking this. Orgasm control is a step, wearing a cage for her is another step. I understand that guys can have mixed emotions of love/hate/fear over orgasm control/denial, but instead of approaching it as something taken away from you, try looking at it as a sacrifice you are making for her.

#chastity question

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selfindulgentpixies · 4 months

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The hands that hold you chp 10.2: let me in/tell me how you hurt

Master list Oh my goodness I feel like i'm finally hitting my stride again and like i really do have my muse back for this story. It went into hiding a bit after the end of september but given time and encouragement from people reading my story I think we're back in action. These events follow Satoru's birthday by a few months. (i'll probably do one shot type snippets for other events that happen in the time in between like Suguru's birthday) but we're back to the main story! I really enjoyed writing this chapter if i'm honest. CW: Satoru gojo x reader x suguru geto, GN!reader (reader only uses they/them pronouns), reader is afab but it's not really a big thing this chapter, Reader is a foreigner who was adopted by Yaga, reader has a CT (it's plot relevant), Suguru is depressed and struggling. wc. 3.6k

“Sugu?”

Silence.

“Suguru?” You try again a note of pleading to your voice. “I know you’re in there… I recognize your cursed energy like it’s my own.” You rest your forehead against Suguru’s locked dorm room door. Hating how as the weeks had passed he’d begun to close himself off more. Satoru had become increasingly busy. Admittedly you’d all been getting more busy, but between his training and the increase in missions? It was hard to compare. And Suguru had been alone more and more while you’d been sent on missions with Nanami and Haibara since not only were they in your year but it turned out you worked well with them, especially well with Nanami.

“Suguru please don’t shut me out.. I’m getting worried about you. More than that I miss you.”

There's the sound of shifting cloth on the other side of the closed door followed by near silent footsteps before the click of a lock and the door sliding open. You let yourself fall against Suguru’s chest and wrap your arms tightly around his waist. He lets out a surprised exhale and wraps an arm around your shoulders while the other hangs limp at his side. “You’re such a clingy lil thing you know that?”

You snort before craning your neck to look at him. “Yeah. With you I am.”

Suguru’s dulled eyes flash with surprise as they meet your shining ones. You’re not looking at him but instead it feels as if you’re looking into him. He shouldn’t be surprised though… it was on some level why he was trying to avoid you. “You shouldn’t be. There are better people for you to spend your time with.” A better person, he doesn’t say.

You frown deeply at him and push him backwards further into the room. He allows it. Once you make the backs of his knees hit his bed he sits on it with a bounce. “Just stay here.”

“What am I a dog?”

“You’re stinky, that's what you are.”

Ignoring the little incredulous sound he makes you go to his door to close it before rummaging for clean clothes for him and tossing them onto the bed next to him. “I don’t suppose I can convince you to go take a shower? Even just rinse off?”

He wrinkles his nose and sighs and it’s the most energy you think he’s put into an expression in days.

“Please?” You cajole, walking over, placing your hands on his knees as you look at him. “I’ll dry and brush your hair after.”

The dull look he gives you tells you he’s far from convinced. Chewing at your lower lip you hope you won’t regret what you suggest next. “What if I wash your hair for you?”

Now that gets his attention and you feel your face heat up. “Don’t get any ideas! I just want to make sure you’re taken care of.” You glance away from him. “Normally you take really good care of yourself but lately you just haven’t been and i’m getting worried…” you trail off and then feel his arms hug around your middle and his head rest against your chest.

“’m sorry.” The words are muffled into the fabric of your shirt but you hear them clearly enough. You comb your fingers through his lank hair, catching on tangles and then working through them.

“You don’t gotta apologize. Just.. let’s get you cleaned up yeah? Why don’t you head down to the showers and i’ll meet you there.” You go to step back but he doesn’t release you.

“You know Yaga-sensei will expel me if he finds out.”

You snort. “As if we’ll be caught. Besides he’d be crazy to expel one of the best prodigies this school has ever had. “

“Parents are crazy.” He finally allows you to step back from him and you roll your eyes so he can see.

“Chances of anyone at all catching us are low. Now shoo. I’m gonna go get some stuff and i’ll meet you there.” and without waiting you leave the room. He wonders what you’re getting, wonders if he’ll get to see all of you since even with how much time you spent with him and Satoru you’d always been especially shy and they never push you. He sighs and gathers up the clothes you’d set out for him along with a towel.

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Suguru would be lying if he didn’t say he was at least a little disappointed when you show up to the showers already wearing a white bathrobe you clearly plan to keep on. You’re glancing everywhere but him even though he’s kept a towel slung over his hips as he sits on the tiled floor. There’s no way you could help him wash his hair if he were standing.

“You sure about this? You look like you’re gonna run away at any second,” and you can tell he’s teasing despite his tired tone by the little curl of his lips.

Huffing you finally look at him, focusing on his face while walking forward, your feet padding across the cool tiles. Suguru had turned on the water a little before you’d arrived so the floor warms slightly as you approach. He’s sitting just at the edge of the spray so you don’t have to get hit with more water than needed. Setting a familiar shower caddy on the floor you lower yourself to your knees at his side, uncaring of how the robe gets soaked where it touches the floor and where your shoulder is closest to the warm spray. You press against his shoulder. “Come on, lean back and get your hair wet.”

Suguru complies without complaint and leans back, soaking his hair. It’s a quiet process for a while after that. You working up a lather in his hair and washing away the grime that had settled there, which turns into slowly washing his neck and shoulders after you put conditioner in his hair. He lets you maneuver him however you need. It startles you when he finally does speak.

“You know Satoru will be awfully jealous when he finds out.” He glances back at you, his lips half quirked with amusement.

You scoff. “Don’t give him any ideas. I don’t want him going nearly a week without a proper shower.” It’s only kind of a joke.

“Was it really that long?” Suguru asks genuinely, causing you to frown.

“Yeah. This past week you’ve hardly even gone through the motions, Suguru..”

He doesn’t respond, seemingly lost in his head again. You finish washing his back before rising from your knees with a slight wince. You’re sure if you looked at them there would be impressions from the tiles pressed into the skin. “Rinse yourself off and I’ll meet you back in your room, yeah? I’ll blow dry your hair for you. You tuck a bit of conditioner soaked hair behind his ear, watching his face to make sure he’s heard you. His eyes focus on you. He nods and you wish you knew what exactly he was thinking.

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You’re laying in Suguru’s bed, dressed in a dry pair of pajamas when he gets back. He’s wearing the sweat pants and tshirt you’d picked out for him. His hair falls down his back soaking the fabric. He’s clean though and for that you’re glad. You sit up and swing your legs over the side of the bed, your legs spread for him to sit between. Everything you need to take care of his hair is already out. You smile at him warmly and make grabby hands at him.

Sighing but unable to stop a slight smile he walks over to sit in front of you. There’s not much room for talking over the sounds of the blow dryer but you think that’s okay. Suguru hasn’t been the most chatty anyway. But as you click off the blow dryer and run your finger through his soft and clean hair he surprises you.

“Why are you going to all this trouble? “ He doesn’t look at you but his voice is oddly tight.

Setting aside the blow dryer you wrap your arms around his shoulders and press your face into his hair, breathing in the scent of him. “Isn’t it obvious?” Your heart hammers in your chest and you don’t give him a chance to say anything. “I love you, that’s why.”

You both feel and hear his breath hitch, his hands come up to cover your own and he curls himself forward around your arms that you’ve wrapped around him. You’ve said it without words so many times over the months since you'd begun dating him and Satoru but never had you directly given voice to it until now. He doesn’t say it back now, but you know he does by the way his shoulders shake as he clings to your arms. You know he feels the same when you feel something warm and wet fall onto your arm.

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How. How was this possible? You stand in the Tomb of the Star, dazed and more than a little confused. How’d you get here? Why are you here? There are smears of blood on the ground and the stone work is cold beneath your feet. Stumbling back, panic thrums through your veins. Looking around frantically you call out. “S-suguru? Are you here?” Your voice comes out weak and small. You turn in a circle looking about the chamber, praying that you’d at least sense him or catch sight of one of his curses but there’s no sign of him here with you. Why are you here alone? You never wanted to be in this place again. You turn heel and head toward the exit. You feel sick as you go through what feels like endless corridors, all a blur, you fight to not look at the smear of blood outside the elevator Why hasn’t anyone cleaned anything up?

Stepping into the elevator, its slow rise feels like agony. The rattling of the metal cage grates against your nerves making you fingers twitch but once it stops… that’s so much worse. Everything is so quiet. Far too quiet as you step from the elevator to somehow find yourself somewhere that your brain struggles to process. Just outside the doors, despite the impossibility of it, is the crater Satoru had created that day months ago and it’s so much worse in it’s own way. The buzzing of thousands of flyheads is absent and yet the silence makes you feel sick, the only sound is your stumbling steps and ragged breathing as you make your way through the cracked earth and stone. Ignoring how you must scrape your hands and knees as you scramble up to the raised center of the crater. A stage to display one of your worst fears.

‘Satoru-’ you want to call out the name of the still figure but no sound passes your lips. You can’t seem to urge yourself to your feet and instead crawl to him. No this isn’t right. He shouldn’t still be here. When you reach him you pull your body close to his so you can hold his face. His normally vibrant eyes stare up at you blankly, dully, and missing all that spark you’ve come to treasure.

A shadow falls over you and a deep voice sends a nauseating spike of fear through you. “I told you it wouldn’t make a difference.”

When you shakily sit up to look you’re suddenly lifted by your hair, your arms refuse to listen to you despite you screaming at yourself to fight back and when your eyes roll to look at them they’re horrifyingly twisted. His fist crushes into your abdomen.

You let out a choked scream and when you hit the ground it cuts off as the air is forced from your lungs. Things are… sharper now as you flail in the dark realizing you're tangled up- tangled up in your blanket. Eventually chest heaving you free yourself from your fabric confines. You look at your shaking hands in the mostly dark room, the only light coming from the early spring moon outside your window. Your arms are whole now, of course they are.

You shakily get to your feet and grab for your phone. Looking at the time it’s a bit after 3am. Both far too late and too early for you to be awake. You stumble from your room, clad only in your pj’s and your blanket wrapped around your shoulders, you barely bother to close the door behind you. Cool air hits the tear tracks on your cheeks as you stumble toward Satoru’s room. Both Suguru and Satoru are supposed to be out on solo missions, Suguru having left early the previous morning and Satoru having left a few days ago. You’re not fully thinking as you stumble your way through the halls but you can’t bring yourself to stay in your lonely room. Satoru’s dead eyes keep flashing in your mind with each blink. Your lip wobbles as you reach his door and shove it open, glad that it’s unlocked as you stumble in and make your way to his unmade bed and only partially closing the door in your single minded focus. You crawl into it letting your own blanket fall to the floor as you curl up under his and bury your face into his pillow. Each panicked breath pulls him into your lungs.

It’s a far cry from the comfort of actually having him here but being able to breathe in his scent is enough to soothe your frayed nerves. As your breathing evens out and your muscles slowly relax, the world around you slowly fades. It’s with your face pressed into his pillow and wrapped up in his blanket that reality starts to force its way back in with the dip of the mattress and a hand resting on your head. You jerk awake, heart in your throat until your eyes settle blearily on Satoru. His glasses pushed up and holding his hair back while he looks at you with an achingly soft expression. Surprise creeps in when tears begin to well up in your eyes.

“Hey hey what’s with the tears?” As he asks you sit bolt upright to hug him. Pressing your teary face to his neck and wrapping your arms around his waist. His clothes and skin are still cool from the chilly spring night, the scent of crisp mountain air that surrounds the campus clinging to him. Beyond that though is all him. A scent of comfort you’d sought out by crawling into his bed, but it’s so much better when paired with the sounds of his breathing and the safe haven of his arms as he wraps you up tight. He rests his chin on your head. The two of you sit like that, him simply holding you and slowly warming up as he waits for you to calm down enough to tell him what’s going on. Normally if you’re to be found in one of their rooms it was Suguru’s since that’s usually where the three of you slept together and Suguru was admittedly at the school more than he was these days. When you finally pull your face from his neck with a sniffle he swipes a thumb over your cheek. “So is my crybaby gonna tell me what’s wrong?”

A small watery laugh from you makes him smile and lean in to press his lips to your forehead. It’s short lived though. You take in his beautiful, very much alive face, cheeks flushed and eyes bright but then when you blink his bloodied face flashes in your mind. You shake your head, biting at your lip. “I just…” How honest did you want to be?

Satoru’s smile fades as the two of you sit in the quiet of his room. “I can’t help if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”

“You being here is enough.” He doesn’t look convinced by your words and you relent. Thinking of how you’ve felt as Suguru’s been slowly closing you out. “I.. I dreamt about..” a deep breath. “I had a nightmare about.. About when I thought you’d died.” You look away from him only for him to suddenly cup your face in both his hands, tilting your face toward him as he rests his forehead against yours. All you can see now are his eyes, a mix of sparkling blues that you’d happily get lost in. His breath fans across your face before his lips, warm and so alive, press against your own. An affirmation. He breathes his own life into your lungs so there’s no denying that he’s here with you.

He deepens the kiss in a way he hasn’t before with you, that you’ve only caught him doing with Suguru before. He tips you back toward the bed, pressing you down into soft sheets before parting from you slowly. He goes to speak but his glasses finally slip off the top of his head and smack you in the face before he can stop them.

Both of you remain in place, stunned, until your shoulders begin to shake with quiet laughter. Picking up the offending eyewear you hold it out to him.. “I think these are yours.” You bite you lip trying to hold back a smile.

Satoru groans and lets his face fall to your neck. He doesn’t glance at you until he hears you place his glasses on the side table and then he feels your arms wrap around his shoulders. “See… I said you being here was enough.” You nuzzle your face against his hair.

He hums into your neck before falling to his side and cradling you against his chest. “I’m..” he sighs. “I’m sorry I’m not here more often.. I know i’m gone a lot and it’s been just you and Suguru dealing with stuff alone.”

“ ‘s not your fault… You’re needed in a lot of places… and besides that means you’re also dealing with things alone doesn’t it?”

He squeezes you tight for a moment. “ Don’t worry i’m one of the stron- “

You cut him off “That doesn’t matter. You’re still just a person.”

And he’s taken back to that night before everything went wrong. When you’d said those words to him before and you’d made him feel seen and he realized maybe you cared about him just as much as you cared for Suguru. He remains quiet as he holds you. The silence isn’t broken until you mumble against his chest. “Actually… I wanted to talk to you about Suguru..”

Satoru pulls back to look at you, showing that you have his full attention.

“If you can… I think he needs you. He doesn’t say it! But..” You trail off a little. “He hasn’t been doing well.”

Satoru’s eyes flick over your face, a worried crease forming between his eyebrows. “If he needs something I’m sure he’ll tell us-”

“He won’t. “

The sureness in your voice takes Satoru aback a little. “While you’ve been away on your latest mission he was barely eating and didn’t even shower or brush his hair for nearly a week. He was even avoiding me until I pleaded with him at his door to let me in… “ Satoru squeezes you. “He was barely eating and didn’t even shower until I convinced him to by saying I’d wash his hair for him.”

Satoru’s throat bobs. “Okay.. I’ll talk to him. I promise.”

“I’m sorry.”

He blinks at you. “Why are you apologizing?” His eyebrows vanish behind his bangs.

“Well… I acknowledged how busy you are and how much you have on your plate in one breath and then in the next asked for your help with Suguru- ow!” You hand flies up to your forehead that had just been flicked. “What was that for?” you pout.

“For being ridiculous that’s what. Remember what I said a couple minutes ago? ‘I can’t help if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.’ That also means I want to know when things are wrong. With both you and Suguru. You’re both so stubborn, what’s it gonna take to get through to the two of you how important you are to me..” The last part is said quietly. “I’m gonna start telling those old bastards to back off a bit okay? I’ll find more time for you both…”

“ ‘toru…” Your chest feels tight.

His lips quirk into a smile bringing out his dimples. “Let me help okay?”

“Okay.” you return his smile.

“So… did you?”

You tilt your head to the side. “Did I what?”

“Help him shower I mean? “ He tugs a bit at the collar of your pajamas. “Did he get to see you naked first and without me?” He says with a little pout.

Your face flushes with heat and you smack his hand away. “Satoru!” a pause. “Yes and no. I helped him shower but I wore a robe the whole time.”

He seems mollified but then that pretty mouth of his opens again. “So you got to see him naked then?”

“Oh my god Satoru. Suguru was right when he said you’d be jealous.”

“I’m not jealous!” he says indignantly.

“You’re so jealous.”

“...Okay maybe a little.”

You smile and cup his face. “You know… I think you both forget.. Or maybe it’s because. Well maybe it’s because I’ve been so nervous to actually say it but i don’t think it’s fair to keep it in. But I love you, Satoru. I love you both.” You think of Suguru’s tears when you said it to him finally, and it’s such a contrast to Satoru. Because his face lights up like the stars in the sky, eyes shining and turning pink from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. His smile is dazzling, at least what you see of it is before his mouth crashes into yours.

Then with his lips still pressed to yours. “I love you too.” It startles you a bit to hear it back but then you’re grinning and pressing a toothy smile of your own against his lips.

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And that wraps up this chapter! Like I said at the start I enjoyed writing this one! The next chapter actually has a good chunk written that I just need to revise to reflect changes that i've made as I've been writing the story since i wrote it a while ago. We're sort of hitting the home stretch with this story because basically everything after this I've had planned since I decided to make this a series. A lot of it is outlined and written out and just needs to be properly fleshed out.

Special thanks to @strawberrystepmom for beta reading this for me. You guys have no idea how much she's helped with this fic with her assurances and support.

Taglist! (keep in mind you must be 18+ and have your age listed before i'll add you to my tag list. ) @pastelle-rabbit @hauntedhearthowl @biscuitsngravie @nanamikentoseyebags@sleezzsister @moonsua1, @yuuuumii @yokaimoon @4sat0ruu-deactivated20231218 (nooo this isn't how i wanted to find out you deactivated!!) @chibiizzy @porridgesblog @suhmie, @defacatestenderly @agentdedf1sh @night-shadowblood-writes2 @missphanosaur18 @stevenknightmarc @icy-spicy @mysugu @fushigurro @missmugiwara

...The whole time i was typing up the tags my cat has had the zoomies and has been screaming like banshee running up and down the halls from my room to the kitchen. So i'm gonna go get his wet food now...

#rossi writes #satoru gojo x reader x suguru geto #satoru gojo x reader #suguru geto x reader #satosugu x reader #gojo x reader #geto x reader #gojo x geto x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x gn!reader #Gn!reader #gender neutral reader

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miguelswifey04 · 9 months

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Hi, could I perhaps request some Miguel angst/comfort where he has an argument with a soft and usually peaceful sunshine reader, in which reader actually becomes visibly angry, cuz some sensetive topic for them was brought up? But their anger isn't loud, more like quiet and ominous, and somehow it's surprises and terryfies others?

oh I LOVE ANGST/COMFORT SO MUCH <33

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“what’s wrong with you??!!” miguel’s voice boomed loudly. he’s scolding you in front of everyone and you can’t help but feel so small and quite embarrassed. he’s treating you like a child, and you aren’t one but he’s making you seem like one. “can you stop acting like a damn child? you’re an adult.”

“i’m sorry miguel—i know it was my fault but i didn’t know what to do!”” you hold your face in your hands as you swallow that lump in your throat. you try so hard to bit back those tears that are threatening to burst. ‘please don’t cry and make yourself look pathetic.’ you pleaded to yourself—in your mind trying so hard to convince yourself not to make a damn fool of yourself. miguel is furious with you. you could see the way his chest rises and falls quickly as his nostrils flare. though, you feel anger unveil itself in a quiet and ominous manner. you quickly feel anger pool inside your heart—rage. it catches everyone including miguel off guard by the way your demeanor changes. one second you’re begging for forgiveness and now you’re clenching your hands in fists as you give miguel a cold glare.

“why am i the one who always have to beg for your forgiveness?” the argument escalates, fueled by the seething emotions that have been bottled up within you. your typically bright and radiant aura momentarily dims, an ominous cloud casting a shadow over your once cheerful disposition. miguel, who is accustomed to your sunny nature, is taken aback by the intensity of your anger as it materializes in a chillingly silent manner.

your voice falls to a low, steady tone, almost unnerving in its quiet determination. your eyes, usually warm and inviting, become sharp and piercing, sending shivers down miguel’s spine. the contrast between your usual personality and this unsettling display of anger leaves him unsettled and unsure of how to respond.

despite his initial surprise, miguel quickly recognizes that something deeply significant has been stirred within you. he registers the pain and turmoil behind your anger, understanding that this sensitive topic has touched a raw nerve. miguel, always perceptive, realizes that your quiet and ominous anger stems from a place of vulnerability, a wounded part of your soul that demands acknowledgement.

in a moment of empathy, miguel sets aside his own frustrations and approaches you cautiously, his eyes betraying concern rather than fear. he reaches out a tentative hand, seeking to bridge the emotional gap that has emerged between you. "i...i understand that this topic hurts you deeply," he murmurs softly, his voice filled with a genuine desire to ease your pain. "i want to help, to be there for you. please...i’m sorry let’s talk about this."

for some odd reason you nod while you began to realize you were crying. you were so damn tired of it all and you just needed someone’s shoulder to cry on. miguel took you away from the rest taking you to a safe and quiet place where you could vent your frustrations. he lets you do so as he holds you close to him as he cards your hair lovingly. miguel never stops apologizing to you and realizes how he’s hurt you. he’s deeply sorry but he’s to be a better person for you even if he isn’t good at being the one to apologize. “let me make this up to you, i’m sorry for putting you through this. you don’t deserve this at all.”

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tags: @kairiscorner <3

#spiderman atsv #spider man: across the spider verse #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel spiderman #atsv x reader #spider person #miguel o’hara x y/n #spidersona #miguel angst #miguel ohara #miguel o’hara angst #🌱 lin writes

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daeneeryss · 5 months

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' Made for me ' | MILEENA (MK11) PART ONE

Pairing: Mileena (MK11) x F!Reader

Chapter summary: Y/n is the new person responsible for the external guard in view of the new threats of invasion suffered by the earthly and ex-earth plane. After being questioned by Kitana about her latest mission, Y/n realizes that perhaps Kitana will never pay attention to her, but that same night a visit from the future empress in her quarters seems to be promising, even if unexpected.

Warnings: MDNI, sexual tension.

Word cont: 3,6K

Notes 01: Firstly I want to thank @moonknigth for the amazing idea, it made me so excited that I took a break from the story with Bi-han to write this. By the way, I wish this up on your birthday Anyway, I hope you had a great time babe, and I hope you have a wonderful day, love you!

Note 02: Bold and italicized text represents the main character's inner thoughts.

Another warning, English is not my mother tongue but I did my best with the translation so if there are any errors or difficult to understand I apologize.

"Would you like to see me, Princess Kitana?” You say as you position yourself in front of the royal altar, at the moment only a few Ungadi were present in the place besides you and the future heir to the throne.

"Yes. I have been informed of rumors about an area where rebels are strengthening to the south, I believe that area is under your watch." Her attentive eyes followed every step the woman took towards her. "Something to say about this?"

At that moment you were so focused on answering something that would please not only the crown princess but also the one you had affection for and felt deeply about, so one slip could ruin the beginning of what would become a friendship. While the scene was going on you didn't notice a shadow to your right, it had all the attention on the situation since the doors opened and you walked through them.

"I am aware, princess, but I guarantee that any existing threat has been eliminated with today's attack. I presume th.."

"Attack? Who agree with this?"

" Our emperor princess, the request had been submitted a few days ago and was awaiting your authorization."

Kitana placed one of her hands on her temples and directed her gaze to the floor, disappointment with the actions you had taken showed. But what would you be able to do? It was Shao Khan's order, it was to follow or receive a fate worse than death. While no one dared to say a word, you couldn't let go of how attractive Kitana was when she was at work, her presence in the room was powerless in order to defend her people and with clear ideals, different a little from the current regime, but it happened within the limits.

His face showed frustration and anger towards you, an attitude that you expected to be praised and that would now cause you a huge headache, however, you needed to defend yourself, but insecurity was greater than the desire for authority and so you just brought your eyes to the feet of the future empress in front of you. After noticing his reaction Kitana resumes the speaks

" I expected more from the new external addition, perhaps I should hand over the job to someone else capable." His eyes return to Kitana's face, there was an empty look there. "Shao is the emperor but I am responsible for the security of these walls. "

" I did what I think is right, princess."

"A hope that any one dies during this unnecessary attack." She sit on the thone but always look in me.

"No one dies, we back with all squad."

"Good."

Before further questions were asked, the door to the hall was opened and Lord Raiden, Kung Lao and Liu Kang approached through them with quick steps to where you were. You are placed aside after the turn in front of Kitana in order to make space for the new gifts in the room, however, you chose to remain there after all you had not been released to leave.

Once again there is a threat between the kingdoms, for years you grew up hearing stories of how the earthly plane would be destroyed and now being in charge of matters it seemed to be even more frustrating to protect this and judging by Raiden even he himself felt that way, however he did not let this reality show. While Kitana was planning an ambush with Raiden, you noticed movement in your left peripheral vision and immediately directed your hand to the staff on your waist.

"Y/n." Kitana utters your name distracting you from what could be move.

"My princess." You turn your body until you are facing Kitana what it was like before the arrival of the three.

"I need as many warriors as you can, especially your new archers, all prepared tomorrow at sunrise at the north entrance. Can I count on that?" The men's eyes went to you for the first time since they entered, especially from the person who still in the shadows behind you.

"Yes my princess, I will prepare everyone immediately. Thank for your trust"

" Don't think I forgot your mistake in not informing your leader about the invasion, you need much more to make me proud."

Those words hurt like others never had.

"Dismissed."

You thank him for the dismissal, bowing before Kitana and the trio of litadores who were still there, then direct your steps towards the exit while thinking about the next few hours until you plan the request for the attack. Crossing the door, your attention goes to Tanya, the two of you never had a good relationship and talked as little as possible, however, she was on watch for the new young archers so it was necessary.

Tanya doesn't accept the request well, she says that Kitana should recognize her position as leader of the army and that she wasn't Shao yet, if it hadn't been for an Ungadi to intervene you would most likely have taken the situation to a greater degree. First part of the task completed, now it was time to inform the squad that the rest would be postponed for a few days until what was to be done the next day was successful.

Some received the news and accepted it while a large portion made their discontent clear, after all it took 2 days on watch and another to completely eliminate the invaders from the sector south. You tried to explain that this would involve the security of Exoterra if the earthly plane was invaded but it was of no use, those who disagreed just accepted the task out of respect for you and were proud to be with a fair and strong leader like you.

" I count on every friendly arm in this fight, we may have been discredited by many but we will demonstrate our power to everyone. " His voice was firm throughout the speech, always looking directly into each person's eyes. " Tomorrow we will march to defend the honor of our emperor.

Guns raised and shouts of support came after his speech, it lifted his chest a little but not as much when he remembered the words said by Kitana. After all, what was your fault in loving someone who seemed to despise you?

After going through the various obligations requested after the conversation with Kitana and Lord Raiden, you head towards your quarters, isn't it easy to deal with the relevant pain in your shoulders and back, your wish? A nice hot shower and relax in your bed to prepare for another even more stressful day.

You enter your room and quickly start retaining the armor, then remove the protective cloths and when you are only in your underwear, you walk to the bathtub and prepare water, due to the rush you don't even worry about having it completely filled, She takes off her bra and panties and quickly enters the space. For a few minutes your action was to close your eyes and feel each part of your body begin to ease, the first limbs were the legs that had some recent bruises, then arms and before you could even think about another painful area you got goose bumps. feel hands on one of your shoulders.

Her first reaction was to cover her six and move away from the edge of the bathtub, after all her current position, besides being compromising, was hostage, her closest weapon was next to her armor in the room, so it was impossible to run there without first being hit by something.

“Take it easy Y/n” Oh. That voice. “I called for you several times and when I didn't get a response I ended up making the decision to come see you, I apologize if I scared you and disturbed your moment.”

"My princess." You look around for something to cover your body. “If you could wait in my room, I would like to be dressed appropriately to receive you.” “Your cordiality impresses me.” I can see a smile on his face through the mask on his face. “Be quick, I have an urgent matter to discuss with you.”

As Kitana left the space you didn't fail to notice two facts, the first the insecurity you felt when having the eyes of the woman you are in love with on your body and how good she looked in the pink clothes, but why did this change? After all, her wearing something that belonged to Mileena was something totally unusual and something she had never seen in her years in the castle. Well, avoiding taking too long and leaving Kitana waiting, you looked for some basic clothes that you are used to wearing in your daily life and left the room heading towards the other room, upon entering the space you found Kitana sitting on her bed.

"Princess." You attract the young woman's attention as you bow before her.

“I want to apologize for today. I feel like the pressure of the latest rebellions and the growing threat of invasion has left me beside myself.” Kitana gets up, walking in front of him. The next thing is to feel her hand on your right shoulder. “I hope we’re okay.”

Gods, grant that I may have Kitana's eyes in my direction more often.

Your thoughts were certainly confused at the moment, but your heart was beating as quickly as the smile you opened on your lips as you lifted your torso to face Kitana's body.

“I understand your reaction and your concern, I may just be a new real campaign leader, but I can see how difficult it is to deal with the pressure.” I place my hands behind my back. “Especially being the future Kahn. Would you like some tea, princess?”

It was his first opportunity alone with Kitana and the best option was to do what he loved most, growing up in a farming family greatly influenced this gift, even more so after the death of his father, which forced his mother to look for work and was welcomed into a tea house in the capital, since you were ten years old you dedicated yourself to teaching and training at school and any opportunity after a long day of struggle you carry out experiments innovating flavors, textures and even decorations.

“I would love to Y/n, but I don’t want to take the time if you want to rest.”

“My mother always said that it’s never too late for tea, especially with you by your side, princess, it will be an honor.”

“Well, tell me something.” Kitana starts walking to the small table that was on the opposite side of the bed, there she sits cross-legged while directing her eyes to you again. “I need a companion for my mother’s day celebrations, it would be an honor to have you by my side.”

Breathe. Pour the hot water into the container and then the Bai Mu Dan leaves. By the gods, Kitana is asking me to be her companion on Empress Sindel's Day, what can I say?

“Certainly, an honor may be on your side, but I believe that many may not see this as something positive for the future leader of the people, so I have to refuse the offer.” You take the already hot liquid from the larger container to the teapot, in Then he takes two glasses and walks to the table to be next to Kitana.

"And would anyone be able to contradict me?"

At that moment, for the first time since Kitana first came to your quarters, you begin to question the true intentions behind this. It was no surprise that Kitana was someone who was compassionate and kind, but with this new topic on the topic it was difficult to believe that she just wanted to apologize to you. While serving tea to the princess, your thoughts run through different possibilities of what could be a justification for Kitana's choice, but nothing could prepare you for the following action.

"I feel like you're scattered Y/n, does my gift intimidate you?" Kitana extends her fingers to your shoulder and begins a series of delicate movements. "I would venture to say that you like it when I'm authoritative with you."

Instinctively you bite your lips discreetly in an attempt not to release any noise or say anything that would make your current state even more complicated. When you noticed that Kitana's cup was full, you quickly walked away and directed the teapot to the opposite side of it. Maybe it was a bad idea, before he could even think about answering my previous question, Kitana's hand grabs his wrist, bringing his attention back to her.

"I asked you a question Y/n and I demand an answer."

"No…I…" His gaze passes over the princess's covered face in search of a sign of peace, then it falls towards her feet. "Your presence doesn't bother me, I'm just distant trying to understand why you came to my notes and invited me to be by your side at the celebration in honor of your mother."

"Is this a bad thing? I really don't understand." Kitana furrows her eyebrows in disapproval.

"I'm just a sub leader princess, I don't deserve this treatment and much less will I have a chance to be by your side as I wish." In an act of trust, you decide to raise your gaze again to the face of the woman who has your heart in her hands. "I can't accept this invitation because I want to stay by your side, not as a leader of your armies, I want to be able to have this honor as being your loved one."

Still in awe of the situation, Kitana leaves her wrist and now directs her hand to her shoulders while her eyes follow her face and scan her entire body. At that moment you breathe again and realize that during this outburst you were tense to the point of not breathing, perhaps this was one of the reasons for Kitana's concern. As the princess checked on you your eyes closed and a few tears began to gather in your eyes.

"What if I felt this way about you? Would I change your decision?"

Quickly your eyes are open and you return your attention to Kitana, the young princess has her attention entirely on you and nothing escapes her vision, not even the tears that were about to escape, in fact Kitana brings her face closer and wipes away each tear that came. falling. You on the other hand were ecstatic, Kitana, your princess and future Empress, the woman you love was there saying she felt the same, the actions seemed to happen in slow motion.

For a long time neither of them said anything, they just joined in an embrace full of touches and passionate declarations, that moment was as if their souls could speak for themselves without anything being really said through words, Kitana had you in body and soul and nothing could stop you now from fighting for what hours earlier you thought was impossible. In an act of desire and passion you pull away from the hug and bring your hand to Kitana's face, still covered by the mask, you smile at her while observing Kitana's attention on you.

"IF this is not a dream." You break the silence still smiling. "I wish I could kiss you now princess."

When you finish saying the sentence, Kitana's posture change is quickly noticeable, from relaxed and calm, she now becomes worried. The arms that she kept around your waist now fall and return to her body, you, as the person responsible for the change, frown, worried about her attitude.

"What if I felt this way about you? Would I change your decision?"

"This is a dream." You break the silence still smiling. "I wish I could kiss you now princess."

"I apologize if I said it quickly, but I couldn't satisfy my ecstasy at being able to kiss the one I love."

"Y/n I understand your wish, I just…"

Before Kitana could finish her speech, a knock on the door of her rooms distracted both of their attention, the young princess became even more nervous and began to walk to the back of the room where there was certainly a window, meanwhile you walked towards the door when new knocks happen again and a voice calls your name.

"Commander Y/n, your presence is required by Princess Kitana immediately."

But how? She's with me, this is certainly a mess.

Before opening the door his eyes turn to where Kitana was just beside him, the woman's body was seconds away from disappearing into the night sky through his window. "KITANA!" You exclaim in concern as you see her stealthily leaving. You run to her but without success, it was too late and when you look down she was sliding down the walls with the help of two daggers, you on the other hand were in a whirlwind of thoughts about the last few hours and couldn't understand the obvious.

The knocks return followed by the warning from the issuing entrance, still recovering from Kitana's escape and praying to the ancient gods that this was a dream, you walk to the door and open it, when looking at the gifts there was Kitana in her navy blue outfit and the pair of fans he used with some supporters and without the presence of Tanya or Ungadi

"Get ready to leave Y/n, Shao Kahn betrayed his people and will soon begin a wave of extermination against those he believes are against him…"

Kitana. My future Empress was outside my room this entire time. So who was the one I declared myself to? Kitana doesn't…

As Kitana spoke your thoughts wandered about the woman in the room, from the beginning you should have been more attentive to the truth. Kitana had already reprimanded you several times but she had never apologized for her attitude, it could be because of the importance of the invasion that would happen in a few hours, even so it was out of the ordinary. Now the most obvious sign of how strange that visit was was her clothes, since you've known Kitana she's never worn shades other than navy blue and of course, what justifies having pink clothes now?

You start to question yourself even more and get nervous without realizing it until your name was called. It was Kitana with the same look as before, disapproval and above all anger.

"I was clear?"

"Yes princess Kitana." You position yourself out of respect for your princess, while nothing was said, some members of your team approached and stood by your side. "My team and I will give our lives to defend your cause."

"Good. Let's go somewhere safe and prepare for tomorrow."

Ignoring the latest events in your room you start to prepare yourself with the few who supported you in uniting Kitana, probably when they heard the news they ran to Shao Kahn and offered loyalty to him, you didn't judge them after all they had mayors and you respected that, However, it was difficult to deal with the abandonment of some friends. However, now your mission was to defend Kitana while alive and guide hope back to the kingdoms, after accomplishing this you would certainly go to a certain person looking for answers.

Finally posted guys, I really want to know everyone's opinion because I feel like it makes me more confident in writing not to mention how happy I am, plus likes and reblogs are always welcome. As for the second part, I believe it will be released in about 15 days as I am starting my final exams at university. See you soon!

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #mk #mortal kombat 1 #mk1 #mk x reader #mileena x reader #daeneeryss stuff 📂#daeneeryss masterlist #daeneeryss

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vilentia · 11 months

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Fragments of Forgiveness

Billy Hargrove x reader

part 1 | part 2

Summary: When anger tears them apart, Billy must seek redemption to save their love. Will forgiveness prevail or leave their hearts shattered forever?

Rating: Mature (M)

Categories: angst, fluff

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A couple of days had passed since that painful, anguished moment between Billy and you. The air was heavy with tension, and each passing second felt like an eternity. Billy had been tormented by his actions, unable to escape the remorse that plagued his every thought.

But as the days went by, a glimmer of hope began to flicker within him. He couldn't bear the thought of losing you, and he was determined to make amends, to prove to you that he was capable of change. The love he felt for you was a driving force, pushing him to become a better person.

With a newfound determination, Billy gathered his courage and approached you cautiously, his heart pounding with anticipation and a mix of fear and hope. He had rehearsed his words a thousand times in his mind, desperately searching for the right ones that could convey the depth of his remorse and the sincerity of his desire to make things right.

"Y/N," he called out gently, his voice laced with vulnerability. "Can we talk? Please, give me a chance to explain and to show you just how sorry I am."

You turned towards him, the hurt still evident in your eyes, but there was a slight softening in your expression. Your love for him hadn't vanished completely, buried beneath layers of pain and doubt. A part of you longed for reconciliation, for the possibility of rebuilding what was broken.

Hesitant but willing, you nodded, indicating your willingness to hear him out. Billy's heart soared with a mixture of relief and gratitude. Taking a deep breath, he started to pour his heart out, his words filled with remorse and vulnerability.

"I can't find the words to express just how deeply sorry I am, Y/N. The thought of hurting you, the person I love more than anything, is unbearable. My anger took control of me, and in that moment, I lost sight of everything that truly mattered. But now, with a clearer mind and a broken heart, I see the magnitude of my actions. I never want to be that person again."

As Billy spoke, you could feel the rawness of his emotions, as if he was baring his soul to you. His voice trembled, the weight of his regret hanging heavily in the air. He didn't try to make excuses or shift blame—he took full responsibility for his mistakes, acknowledging the pain he had caused.

Tears welled up in your eyes, mirroring the depth of the emotions within you. The love you felt for Billy hadn't vanished completely either, buried beneath the pain and doubt. The desire to rebuild what you had once shared began to stir within you, cautiously reawakening hope.

"I want to believe you, Billy," you whispered, your voice quivering with a mix of hesitation and longing. "But we have to take things slow. Rebuilding trust will take time, and we both need to work on ourselves. Can you promise me that you'll try?"

Billy's face softened even further, his eyes glistening with tears of remorse and determination. He reached out, gently taking your hands in his, a silent pledge of his sincerity.

"I promise you, Y/N," he vowed, his voice filled with unwavering determination. "I will do whatever it takes to earn back your trust and to be the person you deserve. I will show you, every day, just how much I love you. Actions will speak louder than words."

And in that moment, the weight of his apology transcended mere words. It was in his tender touch, his earnest gaze, and the genuine vulnerability he allowed himself to show. Billy knew that love wasn't just about grand gestures or flowery declarations—it was about proving himself through consistent actions, day in and day out.

As you looked into each other's eyes, a silent understanding passed between you. It was a fresh start, a chance to heal and grow together. And with the weight of the past slowly lifting, you both knew that the journey ahead would be a challenging one, but it was a journey worth taking—for love, for forgiveness, and for the possibility of a brighter future.

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mireubrightstar · 2 months

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Hello everyone. I am the man that you all know as Panda. I ran the pandasanddragons blog. Most notoriously, you know me in association with “Rai” who is now going by Kip and by he/him pronouns. His tumblr blogs, as far as I know, are notaguyrai, slaps-and-scribbles, volcanic-penis, and terracotta-crockpot. He also made an Instagram account at one point. I don’t think he uses it anymore but it is boopyboopcoup. I have been able to prove with certainty that me and Kip are not the same person. I had a voice call with @theintrovertbean who had been in voice calls with Kip and was gracious enough to join me in one so that I could prove once and for all that we are different people. @iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia was present during the call as well to serve as a mediator and can also confirm this information.

If you are not familiar with the situation, the original callout post is here.

I want to say that I am so sorry for everything. I let myself get caught up in all of this. I let Kip do horrible things, and encouraged him. I helped him, and I am deeply, exceptionally ashamed of that. I know that nothing I do can ever truly fix what I’ve done. I know that I messed up. I have no excuses for that. It was more terrible than I have words for. You don’t have to forgive me, I don’t expect you to either. But you all deserve a real apology. Not the fake bullshit one I had originally made.

Those posts original apology posts I made were made to try and cover things up, and to try and work out ways out of the whole situation. Those posts were also in some ways an attempt to pull all the blame onto myself, and take it off of Kip so he could keep doing whatever he wanted to do.

This did all truly start with a miscommunication, I vented to Kip. He decided he needed to do something and eventually we both got called out for that in August. Even before that, though, I had started to resent him. Afterwards, it all got worse. If I wanted to talk about it, he would brush me off. He would tell me that since it had already happened, there was nothing to talk about. And we started to argue more, I started to get more distant and he got angry about it.

I also want to apologize for my old blog. I originally made it so that I could make a post about my own opinion/analysis/whatever of Asra and Julian. I didn’t expect to get any attention and I hadn’t even planned on making more than one post. Kip encouraged me to keep posting, he helped me with the blog a lot. But I never wanted to just be a hater or be inflammatory with that blog. And so I am sorry for everyone who I hurt or upset with those posts.

The rest of this post discusses Kip, what he’s done, and my experience with him. Some of it is…a bit graphic and absolutely disgusting. But I feel it’s important to put it all out there. This is the last post I am going to make. After that, I’m leaving this fandom entirely and completely.

Recently, Kip has become active again, trying to cause harm to the Arcana fandom. This had brought attention to me, and to old posts I had made to vent about the situation and lead people to believe that the account was Kip and the source of the harassing messages.

I have decided to come forward with what I know about Kip and his current whereabouts, little as that may be. I do not want to run away from this situation anymore and let him have continued power over me.

I had at one point believed Kip to be my best friend and so I trusted him. I vented to him, I confided in him. I now believe that he saw me as not a person but as a toy. There were times when he would ask me to send messages to people, usually harmless. But he would also ask me to harass people on his behalf. When I expressed that I wasn’t comfortable with that, he would often call me a coward. I told him I sent things so he would leave me alone. He would even get angry with me for not wanting an ongoing conflict with someone I had had a slight miscommunication with. He was always pushing me into things because he “stupidly believed” that I was finally gaining confidence

Kip heavily manipulated me to believe that he was right, that he cared about me, and that anything he was doing was for my honor, as he put it.

He would often belittle me, implying that I was stupid or inferior to him, and also often ignored my boundaries. Much of this came in the form of talking about our OC’s. Often times, Kip would tell me that he was horny. He would then proceed to write about how his OC would assault mine. I participated and I wish I hadn’t. Because it was horrible and I never actually enjoyed it. Kip viewed my OC as his own personal sex toy. He wanted to write “dead dove” content about my OC. I had expressed not liking an idea he was writing out, and he ignored it and kept going with the scenario. I even framed it as my OC’s boundaries but it all went ignored and he would continue. I would try to steer it in a more palatable direction. But that turned into Kip wanting my OC to assault his.

After a creator was sent suicide bait, and a different user, wanting to defend them, came to my blog saying it had been me, I panicked. All I knew was that I had not sent anything like that, and I wanted people to know. It was then doubled down that I did it, with reblogs stating it, several non anon asks, and several anon asks. I couldn’t take it anymore, and I wanted to just delete the blog and be done with it all. Kip, however, told me that many people loved that blog and I should leave it up so they could revisit if they wanted to. So he offered taking it so that I could have some peace while everyone else got to still have access to the blog as an archive. After that I had no control over or access to that blog. In some respects, Kip had access over all of my socials, or at least my tumblr blogs. He would tell me to send asks to people, and I would as long as it was harmless. I never sent anything that would have been harassing or cruel and he called me a coward for it.

Kip often edited my posts, he had access to them before they were posted, he read pretty much anything I posted before I posted it, and put his own suggestions into them.

Some of these images may be a bit blurry, but I needed to put them together since I’m on my phone. These images are from the discord server that me and Kip shared. After the initial call out post, I deleted my old account and joined the server from a new account. So the “deleted user” is me, and I took screenshots from the new account.

This group of images is Kip describing how everyone has always been nothing it a social experiment to him, myself included

This group of images is how Kip liked to abuse my OC. Mostly starting with things like “Your OC is afraid of [x] right? So what if…” it got intense and this is the most mild of it all.

This one is specifically something Kip came up with because both me and my OC share a fear of being pregnant

These images are of Kip…generally manipulating and guilting me. And getting upset that I had wanted to apologize for everything

Kip guilt tripping me, riling me up, and just being awful in general

More guilting, and mistreatment. Things that hurt, and in the top left corner, when this all started. And I told Kip to drop it all. And of course, that he was angry with me for making amends with someone immediately instead of holding a grudge and being mean to them.

These last two are our last conversations. I was angry at him and I finally confronted him about everything. And of me having had doubts, having been disgusted with myself about everything that happened and Kip telling me that we were doing the right thing.

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momolady · 5 months

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Your Support & the Future of My Patreon

Hello everyone! This is going to be a little bit of a heart to heart with all of you, I hope that's okay.

To start with, I just have to say, I never been more grateful for a group of people in my life. Having all of you here, past and present readers, has been one of the greatest and most rewarding experiences of my life. I've been living my dream for six years now, and I am brought to tears by all your love and support.

If I could live and feed off your comments, kindness, and every word read, I'd be the richest person in the world.

Unfortunately, as much as I want to, that's not how the world works. And doubled unfortunately, I know the world is affecting all of us. Inflation is crazy, the holidays are happening, everything around us is in utter chaos. As such, i 100% expected to see a dip in the support on this page. I did not expect how bad it would get. Three months about, I was around 300 supporters and the amount coming in was enough to where I could take care of myself and this page without issue. Unfortunately, Patreon's change in payout methods has resulted in me losing over fifty subscribers that I cannot seem to get back.

Let me just say, i do not blame a single one of you. If anything, I blame myself more. I know this past year has no been my best. Health issues, burn out, and several other factors have made my writing and this page suffer, and for that I apologize deeply to all of you. I am working to get better, I can tell I am doing better. I enjoy writing so much better, as most of my commissioners recently can tell you I've been going slow but I have been writing more exuberantly when I do. I've been going over word count of my own accord because I'm finding joy in my craft again. I'm working with people to edit and finish Ozren, and hopefully once that is published I will see an increase and return in supporters. But for now, my subscriber count has fallen so low, there will be changes that will take effect in 2024.

I am still figuring out those changes, and it will mainly affect mail outs. I cannot afford postage regularly, and I have to shop sales for stickers and prints. I also want to be able to pay artists what they are worth, so less art is being produced. So mail outs may become a far and few between thing. I will be able to do ebooks more regularly now that I know I can add them to posts. Posts scheduling may have to change as I may have to take up another job since patreon support has taken a dip and commissions have slowed to a trickle. Once again, this is no one's fault except maybe my own an the way the world is. I understand that I would rather have food than words, trust me! I am uncertain here about all this, but the new year will help give me clarity.

Until then, December is going to have lots of cool new stories, including a special Christmas story like always. This one will be my take on Hallmark movies with orcs and childhood friends in the mix. I'm really looking forward to the future despite all this, and I still want to create stories that inspire and comfort all of you.

I cannot thank you enough, and I will never be able to fully show my gratitude to all of you, past, present, and future. Thank you, my god, you're all amazing, wonderful, beautiful people. I could not ask for a better more loving community around me.

With all my love, Momo/Haley

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mrsshabana · 1 year

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Hey there, i Just found your blog and i think i read all the posts already. ♥️♥️♥️

So I've been thinking abt this for a while:

Let's say Gyu has a lover, they're together for a long time, she gets sick and he offers to turn her into a demon to save her, she refuses and says she'll just find his in her next life. However, gyu can't bear the thought of losing her so he turns her against her will. Once she becomes a demon she's very upset so she keeps trying to die (trying to cut her own head, going after demon slayers, trying to walk out during the day)

How would Gyutaro (canon and fanon) react to this?

Wow! Thank you so much! I know I have a lot of posts so that means so much to me that you enjoyed them enough to read them all. 💚 Thanks for the question! (And sorry it took me awhile to respond) But I think this is such an interesting idea, and I hope you enjoy what I came up with!

Gyutaro turns you into a demon against your will

TW: Mentions of suicide and depression

Gyutaro is selfish. And he indulges in this selfishness when he decides to turn you into a demon against your will

He can't lose you. He just can't. You are the first person to accept him and all of his flaws, loving him through them all. And he knows he will never be able to find another person like you. And even if he could, he doesn't want to. He doesn't want another version of you, he only wants the you in this moment. The you that he has fallen deeply in love with.

He will do anything to keep you. Which is why he resorts to turning you into a demon.

When you react negatively to being turned, Gyutaro will be very upset with you. He'll say, "How could you be so ungrateful? I saved you! You would have died if it were not for me!"

The two of you will fight about it for hours, until Gyutaro gets too pissed off and decides to leave. He'll stay gone until he feels he's calmed down enough to have a proper conversation with you. Only to return, seeing you trying to decapitate yourself.

He'd run to you, slapping the sword from your hands, "What the fuck are you thinking?! You tryin' to get yourself killed?"

"Yes, I am! Because I much rather die than be a demon!"

Hearing you say this would break Gyutaro's heart. Throughout the course of your entire relationship you've never seen Gyutaro get very emotional. But this will make him burst out in tears.

He'll hold you close, and bawl his eyes out. Spewing out apologies and promises of making sure you can live happily as a demon.

He hates himself for what he has put you through, and will dedicate his life to making you happy. Giving you expensive jewelry and the prettiest humans to feast on.

All he truly wants is for the two of you to be happy together.

But, he can't have that. Not after what he's done. Being turned into a demon has caused you to spiral down into a deep depression, that even your lover cannot pull you out of.

After your numerous attempts to end your own life, Gyutaro will resort to more serious measures.

He will purposefully underfeed you so you are too weak to fight back. Too weak to try to escape the lair that he keeps you hidden away in. The only way in and out is through travelling through Daki's obi. Every time you try to enter it, you get spit back out.

There's no escape from Gyutaro. He keeps you locked away. He can't risk you hurting yourself and at this point you have become more of a hostage than a lover.

The lack of nutrition has left you a pliant husk. Having no other choice than to be the model lover for Gyutaro.

If you are good and give him the affection that he wants, then he may spare a limb for you to eat.

He hopes that one day things will go back to how they used to be.

But unfortunately the damage has already been done. And there is no going back.

#gyutaro #gyutaro shabana #gyutaro x reader #tw depression #tw suicide #gyutaro x y/n #replies #gyutaro headcanons #kny headcanons

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floppydiskettess · 11 months

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CYPHER SFW ALPHABET

HIII THIS WAS MADE FOR MY BESTIE!!!!!! HAPPY (early) BIRTHDAY MAN! :D. I HOPE THIS QUENCHES THE CYPHER BRAINROT :))

(ps, i am still working on requests! i have two atm that im working on and i apologize for the delay!!!)

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

at first he is hesitant, he is filled with insecurities. but once he becomes more comfortable he will be extremely affectionate. he will call you petnames constantly (my love, dear, angel, sweetest, etc.). also this man LOVES behind hugs, he loves to suprise you with a hug from behind as he rests his masked chin on the top of your head (he is a tall mf and he will rub it in)

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

he is a quiet person, at first you two would simply sit in comfortable silence, but he will soon be more talkative with you once he knows he can trust you! being his best friend would involve a lot of nights spent in his workshop watching him work. he would totally make you upgrades as a gift too.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

he hasn't recieved physical touch in a long time. you will notice him tensing up at each touch at the beginning. but don't assume that means he doesn't like it. he really feels comforted by your gentle touches but he just needs to readjust to being loved in a physical manner.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

yes, he definitely is dating to marry. he will cook meals he used to make all the time for you! he is an amazing cook too, expect him to cook you fancy foods and serve you exquisite teas. bbbuuutttt he is not the best at cleaning however...(just take one look at his workshop for gods sake.)

E = Emotions (how well can they handle their emotions? what affects them the most?) (i changed this one !!!)

he has a lot of trauma, he doesn't really have any coping methods for it though besides pushing it (and others) away. he will need time to emotionally recover from the loss of his family. but with you by his side he feels more hopeful than ever.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

he was married before, he would be willing to tie the knot with someone of which he is deeply bonded too. he would likely wait for you to propose, he doesn't want to rush you. and if you see a wedding ring sitting waiting on his desk? you saw nothing :)

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

soft boi....he cares so much for you. he couldn't bear to lose you like he lost nora. he is physically and emotionally gentle. he is constantly careful of your personal boundaries and makes sure you are taking care of yourself. he treats you as if you are the most delicate piece of china on a shelf. absolutely nothing will be hurting you as long as he is there to protect you.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

oh yeah he loves hugs! whenever you come back from a mission he is waiting at the loading dock to welcome you back with a warm hug. he prefers to give hugs rather than to recieve them, but if he is having a really stressful day he longs for a hug..

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

he would say it fast, he probably was so caught up in the moment that he just said how he was feeling. he truly loves you and he wants to make sure you know how much he cares. after that, he will say it confidently and in public. he wants you to always remember how loved you are.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

he generally is not a jealous person, but if someone decided to try and take what isn't theirs he would definitely become jealous. he fully trusts you, but he just does not trust the person who is bothering you to take the hint and back off. if someone began to get really persistent? he would be pissed. this man will protectively stand in front of you, looming over the stranger.

"don't go sticking your nose where it doesn't belong....the walls have ears my friend. they know just what you are."

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

with the mask on? the cheek! he loves cheek kisses. without the mask? he loves cheek kisses, temple kisses, and a simple kiss on the lips. he also loves his chest and shoulders being kissed (/nsx you horndogs 😡). he will kiss you whereever he can get too. neck, arms, palm, cheek, forehead, you name it. anywhere he can reach? its gonna be kissed.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

he has...experience... with kids. he knows how to raise and treat them. this man is the absolute best with children, he goes full father figure mode and absolutely loves to just pamper the child. he would love to have kids one day again....

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

you curled up into his chest, his mask thrown lazily on the ground beside you. you can feel his soft and steady breaths on your face. his curly dark brown hair completed mussed up. you can feel his prickly shaved chin leaning against your forehead as you softly kiss his hand which had migrated to your back.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

at night, he probably is up working while you are in bed. once he finished his work or you successfully convince him to join you. he will hold onto you until you fall asleep. on some nights however you may wake up to an empty bed, due to his sleeping issues and occasional nightmares he sometimes wakes up in the middle of the night. he can usually be found in the kitchen space though, drinking tea while reading a book.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

he is scared to let you in, lets be honest. he doesn't want what happened to his family to ever happen to you. he cannot go through that pain again. he is very hesitant and it takes him a while to open up, but he will eventually. he just needs time.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

he is super patient, if something was wrong he would he waiting by your side for you to be ready. if someone was being rude to you? he would tell them off in a calm manner as to not create any issues for you.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

he pegs me as the kinda guy who keeps like a google doc of everything you like (i do that-) he wants to make sure he remembers what you like and dislike and what you say! he loves when you remember the small things he mentions, it makes him feel cared for.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

your first date. it probably went to shit because the other agents kept interuptting and messing around with you two. but he will never forget the afterwards. you both had gone up to the rooftop to escape the younger chaotic agents when you noticed a gorgous star show in the sky. when you sat down together, you had half his jacket draped over you as he huddled closer towards you shyly. he watched your features glow under the moonlight and that is when he fell HARD.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

protective as fuck. he lost his family to kingdom, he refuses to lose you as well. he doesn't care if it means he has to sacrifice himself to protect you. as long as you are safe. he definitely watched from afar to make sure you are safe and well.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

he puts a lot of effort in. he meticulously plans each date and activity you two do together. of things are not perfect he fears you would be dissapointed, but he just needs some reassurance that any moment spent with him is perfect enough. (thats so cheesy ewww)

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

he gets super competitive...in chess he absolutely loves to destroy everybody and rub it in. if he loses (to phoenix especially..) he will definitely be pouting for a while and you will have to comfort him.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

he is not so much concerned as he is insecure. he has a lot of scars and emotions etched into his skin. he is scared you would be frightened of him. the mask will be staying on for a while until he fully is able to feel comfortable revealing such a big insecurity to you.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

yes. you are everything to him. if he lost you he would have nothing left for him. he would probaly leave the protocol if he were to lose you..

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

he is taller than you, hes probably like 6'5 or something. he loves to tease you for it and likes to display the height difference (ex. he puts his chin on your head, he will cradle you with ease across the base, he will wrap his arms around you and fully engulf you.)

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

i feel like he wouldn't like a cocky and flirty person. (flirty as in, if you flirted with someone else even though you were dating him.) he is terrified you will leave him for someone else.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

insomniac....need i say more? he definitely will stay up all night if you allow him too. if he is really crunched for time on something he likely is going to forget to sleep...

THANK YOU FOR READINGGG i wrote this at 1am on a school night omg. writing this made me realize how much i want a bf/gf 😭😭

anyways happy birthday to my amazing valorant duo!!! your literally the sweetest person ever and i really hope you enjoy this and have a lovely birthday when it arrives!!

#valorant x reader #fanfiction #valorant #valorant brainrot go brrrrrr #valorant fanfiction #valorant x y/n #valorant x you #cypher x reader #amir el amari #you x cypher #cypher x you #i wrote this instead of sleeping #birthday gift #cypher valorant #i hope you enjoy #happy birthday

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summermoonshine · 6 months

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Wow... Just Wow... You'd think in the post The Last of Us Part II world game developers would think twice before killing off a main character people were yearning to play again. I thought Activision knew better and since they didn't do anything of the sort in MWII, the boys are safe. Gosh, I was so excited, I just wanted to have a good time and see what's new with my buddies from 1-4-1. Fuck this, I'm exhausted

Dear Anon, I've got so much to say to the point I felt the need to distance myself from the fandom immediately after completing the campaign. I am emotionally devastated, and as crazy as it sounds, it was vital to me that AV gave Soap another chance after mw3. Sure, it's a war videogame and deaths are therefore inevitable, but killing the same character twice with the sole hope of making us hate Makarov so as to have more hype for the next COD (which, personally, I doubt will follow this arc since I define it now concluded although there are still unresolved issues) it was a stupid move to make, because by doing so we are hating AV, not Makarov himself.

Furthermore, what is most infuriating is that if the COD family has started to be so lively, creative and enthusiastic again in ways that it wasn't even 20 years ago, it is above all thanks to Saop.

Each of the protagonists in MWII was perfect, earning a special place in our hearts, but it is clear that Soap and the relationship established with Ghost were the catalyst of definitive affection that connected us so deeply to the reboot, leading us to buy even a new game that, more than a campaign, more than a DLC, is a scam:

rushed dialogues, too many characters piled on top of each other, typical warzone game dynamics with such a short duration that each level becomes chaotic etc etc etc... 2, maximum 3 hours later, we find ourselves with a Soap killed, slaughtered and left to die with total dullness and without any emotional focus DURING our game without even receiving a cutscene dedicated to him. And, as if that wasn't enough, by killing him, Ghost was also indirectly killed: for once, perhaps for the first real time, that man - always represented as cold - had found a family and something, someone to hold on to: taking it away from him , they demolished two people with a single shot.

Atrocious.

Treating one of the characters who has practically supported the entire current COD fortune on his shoulders in this way is, for me, a great injustice, as well as a stupid move.

Again, I don't hate Makarov; I hate AV.

Also, I apologize for the outburst, but after 20 years of supporting the COD saga, I never expected them to play so dirty with reboots.

I'll make a separate post when I find the courage, but for now thank you for giving me the opportunity to talk about it openly.

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yours, but not yours 02 (m) || csc & reader

title: yours, but not yours 02 pairing: choi seungcheol x fem!reader/oc genre: angst, fluff, smut, fake dating!au, bad influence!seungcheol, nice guy syndrome!namjoon, mechanic!seungcheol wc: 5.4k (a bit on the lighter side) summary: when a nice guy gets too overbearing, you’re stuck with the option of having a fake boyfriend. warnings: oral sex (f.receiving), brief smut scene (very brief, sorry LOL) a/n: !! here it is !! sorry it took so long... i couldn’t figure out which route i wanted to go hahaha,, hope you all enjoy!

There’s a brief silence that swells between the two of you.

“Well?”

Inhaling deeply, Yubin drops her head down. Guilt is gnawing on her insides, wishing she acted differently when you were around Namjoon. But in all fairness, if she had done just that, she would’ve found herself lying to you to the point of no return. “Look, I’m sorry, alright?”

You raise a brow in curiosity. An apology wasn’t really what you were looking for—what you wanted was an explanation as to why she never felt the need to come to your defense when her brother came onto you. It was like a constant battle when it came to Namjoon, and when Yubin sat in the sidelines as if nothing was happening, it came off that she neglected your feelings.

“I just,” she leans back in exasperation, acting as if you’re asking for a load of shit from her. All you wanted was a friend at that moment and she couldn’t give you that. “It’s hard, alright? I actually kind of agree with Joonie. But… you’re right, I shouldn’t—” her lips curl into a frown. “—I shouldn’t just let him probe you like that. I should’ve respected your decisions. I should’ve been a better friend.”

And you soften.

You melt like an ice cream cone on a hot day when it comes to Yubin. Just like the way the vanilla goodness streams down the waffle cone and onto your arm, this situation between the two of you is sticky. She’s your best friend, and it continues to be difficult to push her away when she has always been the person you leaned on at times you needed her the most—even if this wasn’t one of those times. And if you were being honest and in her shoes, picking between a brother you’re close with and your best friend wasn’t really something easily dealt with.

With deflated shoulders, you reach over for your fork. “Fine, you’re forgiven.”

However, the expression on Yubin’s face isn’t pleased with your response. Chewing on her bottom lip, she sighs once more. “No, no. That’s a passive response. I have something that’ll actually show how bad I feel. And it’ll really get you to forgive me.”

You scoff with your arms crossed over your chest. “And what’s that?”

Opening her purse, she pulls out two slips of paper. Flimsy, it’s a bit difficult to read what’s printed on the tickets, but once the words become eligible, your jaw drops to the floor.

“You’re joking.”

“I am not.”

Snatching the tickets from her hands, you gasp. “It’s—oh my god, you’re lying!”

With a proud smile, she nods. “Yup. I got you those impossible tickets to that boy band you’ve been dying to go see. I felt bad about what happened, and I knew that… well, no offense, but you always forgive me so easily. It didn’t sit right. So… I went out of my way to get those.”

Narrowing your eyes at your best friend, you purse your lips. “No way. There’s two tickets. Does that mean you’re going with? I thought you didn’t like them!”

“Of course,” she responds with a smile. It’s warm and comforting; her presence and friendship is a reminder as to why you continue to deal with her brother because at the end of the day, Yubin was someone you couldn’t imagine your life without. Through thick and thin, you’d use to say, and even through this thickness, she still remains. “I wanted to show you how sorry I was. If it meant going to that stupid band’s concert that you like, then so be it.”

His hands are rough against your skin albeit his touch is delicate. Breath ghosting over your exposed neck, you let out another gasp when he leans in to kiss that spot behind your ear once more that causes goosebumps to run up your spine.

“How’s it feel, baby?”

Seungcheol nudges his nose against yours, sweat drenching the ends of his hair, sticking to his skin. There’s something about the way he gazes into your eyes that makes you turn into putty, willing to mold to anything he wants. But all he wants is you, just as you are.

The air in the room is thick with the scent of sex, but you’re too lost in him to even bother. Buried deep in you, he reaches in all the spots your other past late night escapes couldn’t—he prioritizes your release over his own because he likes watching you convulse underneath his touches.

You don’t respond to his question, instead, the moans he calls so pretty spills from your lips.

“Words, baby,” he clarifies, watching as your mouth falls agape, tits bouncing with each of his thrusts. “Do I make you feel good?”

“So good,” you manage to let out, but he quirks a brow as if that answer wasn’t what he was looking for.

“Mmm,” he hums, palming your jaw for your eyes to lock with his. “Do I fuck better than Kim Namjoon?”

“No,” you’re gripping onto his bicep and questioning what you did in your past life to deserve this. Did you save an entire village? Because shit can Seungcheol fuck, and he looks good doing it. You’ve never even slept with Namjoon, but you knew what he wanted to hear.

Content with your answer, he can’t help himself. You’re such a good girl, and the fact you answer so sweetly, stroking his ego (and his dick) means you deserve to be rewarded. Lifting up your legs, he pushes them close to your chest, as far as he possibly could with your flexibility before slamming his hips into yours. The squelching of your wet pussy, the slapping sounds of your sweaty skin, and the attention he was giving your clit was becoming overwhelming. That knot in your stomach tightens, your head throws back, and with a moan you—

Fuck.

Startled awake, you shuffle in your bedsheets. Did you just scare yourself awake and deprive yourself from a fucking orgasm?

And worst of all—you dreamt it was with Seungcheol.

Puffing your cheeks in exasperation, you wipe the trickling sweat that streams the side of your face. Hot and bothered, horny and angry—maybe you need to take care of business yourself. Surely enough, you weren’t going to call Seungcheol for a late night booty call, even as tempting as it sounds to put that night on repeat.

Pulling the sheets off your lower frame, you grumble to yourself. Slipping out of your pants, you carelessly toss it to another part of your room. Truthfully, it’s been a while since you’ve gotten yourself off, but it’s mostly because you’d been too busy to even care about it. Seungcheol was probably the last time you saw those stars, and you weren’t about to throw away your pride to make him be the reason for it again.

But, he might have to be.

Eyes fluttering shut, all you could do was think about the events of that night again. That sheen of sweat on his body, glistening underneath the streetlights that comes from the window—in a dark room, he still shines. His body is chiseled like the men in those catalogue magazines and you’re surprised he hasn’t been recruited to be in one yet. His eyes are filled with lust, all focus on you and his arms are propped on either side of your head with a smirk dressed upon his lips like he’s about to wreck you.

And he does—in your mind (and that night), he pistons into your hips so hard that the bed frame banged against the wall consecutively. Normally, you’d be embarrassed but you were grateful for the random need to rearrange the furniture in your room because the bed isn’t propped against the wall you share with your neighbor.

You could hear your slick in your panties, the sticky substance in between your fingers as you rub yourself in circles. Yeah, you think to yourself, because you don’t need a man to get yourself off. Even if you were thinking about a particular one. Hips rising from the bed, the memory of his dick pops in your mind again. Thick and heavy in your palm, veins protruding and the head of his cock red and angry with a head of precum seeping the top. It was tempting to either lick it or smear it with your thumb.

Did you mention how thick he was?

You recalled the moment you slid down his cock; his furrowed brows, fixated stare at the sight of your juices soaking him before his head falls back into the pillow when you fall to the hilt. He made you feel so full, walls stretching just to fit him in. When your friends used to say size does matter, you agreed to an extent because you’ve had your fair share of dicks but geez.

Your movements grow faster. Him. The way his hips thrust into your, the grunts that he tries to hold back but fails, and that adoring smile like he’d dote on you forever.

Just when you’re about to see white, there’s a knock on the door.

Who the fuck could that be? Interrupting someone when they’re trying to get off—gah, you wanted to pummel yourself out the window for dreaming about Seungcheol, trying to get off on the thought of him then failing miserably.

Muttering all the curse words in the dictionary under your breath, you snatch up your sweatpants and slip them on while making your way to the front door. Whomever it was, they better had a good reason for it because you just lost the chance of two goddamn orgasms.

Swinging it open, that’s when your heart stops.

“Hey, baby. How—wait, why do you look so—” Seungcheol takes a moment to observe your expression before snapping back into reality. “You’re frustratedly horny.”

You roll your eyes, ready to slam the door on him before he places a hand on it. “No, no, you’re like raging horny. I know that look. I’m the one that cured it.”

“We’re not doing this.”

He chuckles, finding amusement in your current state of torture. “I came by to ask if you wanted dinner or even grab dessert. But it seems like you want something sweeter. Want me to help?”

Tempting. You clench your jaw for a second to prevent yourself from answering with an impulsive response. “We’re not gonna fuck, if that’s what you were insinuating.”

“We don’t gotta fuck—I could just help you. Eat you out maybe, or even stick a finger or fist in there.”

Your nose twitches at his response and he lets out a laugh. “No.”

“Come on,” he smiles, inviting himself into your home with another step toward you. “Let me take care of you, yeah?”

“Absolutely not, Choi Seungcheol. Go take your ass home.”

Fuck. Not your home.

That head in between your legs, noisily sucking on your clit isn’t what you expected out of this night. He asks politely for you to hold your panties to the side, just enough so that he could attach his lips to yours. Tongue flat against your slit, he traces your swollen folds as you let out a soft gasp. He moves so languidly, like this isn’t a race, and he wants to bask in all of you while he can. It’s not everyday that you let him in your house, let alone your bedroom… let alone in your sheets, mouth to your pussy like he’s been starving for days.

He makes you feel overwhelmed—whether it be just him as a person or the skills he possesses with his tongue, he’s the reason your chest is bursting. It’s blooming even, whatever it is inside of you, and your torso rises from the bed at the pleasure.

Legs threatening to close, Seungcheol pushes them apart in response. “Keep them open. I said I was gonna take care of you, right?”

Head thrown back, your cheeks heat up in both embarrassment when his tongue does wonders to your clit. You’re tense from the fact that you’ve succumbed to your temptations, opting for Seungcheol in between your thighs instead of your hand, but that glimmer in his eyes when he sneaks a glance at you makes your heart clench. Why does he look so in love when he’s got his spit all over your pussy? Almost like it’s an honor for him to have his mouth on you like this.

The thickness of his arms loop underneath your thighs, tugging you closer. It’s a reminiscence of that night in combination of your wet dreams; your fingers raking through his wavy black locks, the lust in his eyes mixing in with those walnut irises, and the sound of his hums against you because you tug just a little too hard, but he secretly likes it. He’s not a fan of the hair pulling, but the action means he’s got you locked, and although you’re not his, at least you’re in his arms like this.

“Fuck, Cheol—” you rasp, body barely containing yourself as you convulse around his finger, clandestinely wishing it was his dick instead. Stomach tightening, your mouth opens. No audible sounds release for the first moment before it spills; the prettiest moan follows as your mouth drops in awe with hooded lids and uneven breathing.

When you finally regain yourself, post-nut clarity hits.

You fucking let Choi Seungcheol in your house and eat you out.

He doesn’t seem to mind, but of course he doesn’t. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he looks more than content with himself and the position he was in for the past ten minutes. Why does an asshole like him have to be good at prolonging an orgasm?

You scowl. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Seungcheol smirks playfully. “Because. You look sexy when you cum on my tongue.”

Grimacing, you shove him off, quickly shuffling to find your panties. When the fuck did those come off? “I shouldn’t have let you in.”

“Oh, come on, baby,” he says, leaning on his arm as he drops into your sheets. He’s more than proud of himself for getting you off—he’s even turned on himself, and the bulge in his sweatpants gives it away. “I helped you. Nothing wrong with wanting to get off, you just needed an extra hand. In this case, my mouth.”

You shake your head, tugging up your panties. “This can’t happen again.”

Seungcheol chuckles, sitting up before grabbing your leggings and tossing in your direction. “If you need me to, we can make it happen. Now get dressed, I’m taking you out for a late night snack.”

Despite all the sleazy things he says, how flirtatious he is, and persistent he remains, there’s something about him that makes you wanna stick around him longer. Maybe it’s the way he looks up at you while slurping those ramen noodles straight out of his plastic bowl and gestures at your own serving.

“Why ain’t you eating the noodles I cooked for you?”

You blink. “Buying a bowl of instant noodles and turning on the boiling water switch on the machine doesn’t count as cooking.”

He clicks his tongue, lips pink from the spice and glossy from the grease in the soup. Arms crossed, he leans back in his chair as he lets out a heavy breath. The air is cool tonight, but with him, it… feels warmer than usual. “I paid for it and I brought it out for you. Put the chopsticks on the cover and everything so it cooks the noodles faster with all the rotating heat. Heard that? Cooks. I cooked it for you, baby. Make me your house husband, why don’t you? I’m already in your garage.”

You laugh, swirling your ramen with the wooden chopsticks. Admittingly, he sounds ridiculous, but that smile that tugs on the edge of his lips gives him away.

Choi Seungcheol sort of makes things feel okay.

You heave out a breath of air. The wind is brisk tonight, being the cause of the goosebumps that appear on your bare legs and your skirt didn't help provide any warmth. The jacket that hangs over your shoulders is thin, mostly because you didn’t think you would be standing out here this long and with the expectation of the venue being packed with sweaty, hot people, you figured a heavier jacket wouldn’t have made it any better.

Plopping down onto the curb, you adjust yourself to stretch your legs out over the asphalt. Luckily, at the last minute, you opted for sneakers instead of those chunky boots the girls voted on in the group chat or else the soles of your feet would’ve been aching by now. Pursing your lips, you tap your fingers against the concrete, wondering why the fuck Yubin was taking so long.

Part of you grows concerned, another part grows annoyed.

Unlocking your phone, the previous texts you’ve sent go unread. Calls are unreturned. Normally, her location would be shared with you, but tonight, it’s off and you grow weary.

Then, a flash of headlights beam in your direction.

It’s Yubin’s car—the familiar uneven brightness between the two headlights is enough to give it away, but what truly takes the cake is the white scratches on the front bumper. She’s just as bad at taking care of her care as you are, and it’s probably the reason why you’ve bonded so easily. Her little grey Chevy is one you could identify from miles away, and the sight of it tugs on the corners of your mouth.

But the person driving the car is the one to flip it upside down real quick.

“Namjoon.” His name is bitter when it leaves the tip of your tongue.

“Hey, pretty,” he greets, stumbling out of the car. He looks… apologetic, almost like he actually didn’t plan to be there, and the regret on his face was a genuine one. “Uh, Yubin got caught up at work. She tried texting you, but she told me she figured it would be best if I came and gave the news myself,” he pauses for a moment, almost knowing that the next words would infuriate you. “She asked if I could take you instead.”

There was no other way to describe the boiling blood in your veins.

Heat rises, lingering around your neck and you could feel the warmth radiating to the tip of your ears. “What was the reason?”

Namjoon rubs his nape. “Emergency with a patient. I’m sure if it was anything else, she would’ve been here now.”

How could you be mad at that?

For as long as you’ve known Yubin, her dream was to be a registered nurse. And now that’s who she is, it’s become her identity. Being pissed because she blew you off in a moment where a patient was in need wasn’t really… rational. Even if that’s what you wanted.

With a heavy sigh, you wave him off. “Fine, I… I can’t really be mad at that. We can go.”

Namjoon blinks. After the last altercation, he expected a rejection. “I.. Yeah, y-yeah,” he’s already shuffling to the passenger side to open the door for you. “We can go.”

Going with Namjoon wasn’t really an option you wanted to take, but this was the band of your dreams to see. It wasn’t easy obtaining the tickets, and shutting the plans down because Yubin couldn’t go wasn’t a choice you were going to make. “These seats are expensive. I’m not ditching it just ‘cause she’s busy.”

“Right,” he grins, this time, it’s not slimy or irritating as it usually is. There’s something different about Namjoon tonight–for once, he’s tolerable. Hopping into the driver’s seat, he makes sure that he’s secure in his seat before checking yours, and for a brief moment, you feel your heart skip a beat when his hand brushes against your arm gingerly. “Well, let's head out. Wouldn’t want to be late to see your all-time favorite band.”

And truthfully, Namjoon was bearable the entire time. No demanding a relationship, no presentation about how he’s the best candidate to be your boyfriend, no shenanigans that involved persuading you that he’d be the best husband he could be for you.

He’s more of a gentleman than anything; opening doors, offering to pay, and even keeping his distance physically and emotionally, without pushing himself onto him like he normally does.

This Namjoon isn’t the Namjoon you’ve come to know.

When he stands in the crowd next to you, he does just that. Next to you, not behind where he could be pressed against your body in attempts to seduce you. Namjoon treats you as a friend more than anything—the light nudges on your arm to get you to see something he points out, the slight lean in to share a comment or two, and the excitement he shares with you through glances instead of aggressive touches.

This version of Namjoon is… nice.

Him as a friend is possible—you know through the grapevine that he’s someone who is loyal and dependable, the same traits he shares with his sister. It’s the reason why people tend to lead you in his direction, hoping you’d view him as more than just your best friend’s brother.

But you preferred him like this.

There’s no explanation for it, and you didn’t believe that it warranted one. Namjoon was someone who didn’t show up on your radar, and there wasn’t anything wrong with that. But the constant pressures of having to consider him and the repetitive questions of, “Why don’t you date Namjoon?” only because he’s this nice guy who fits the trope of best friend’s brother wasn’t something you wanted.

With the bass vibrating underneath the soles of your shoes, body swaying to the music, feeling light as a feather—this is the concert high you missed. The heat that lingers over your skin, the breeze from the booming sounds of the music through the speakers, and the contagious eagerness that runs through everyone’s veins is why you desperately wanted to be here for so long. In words, there’s no full elaboration on this concert bliss. And although you wished you were here with Yubin, Namjoon wasn’t bad company either.

“Here,” Namjoon hands over the cup of beer that the bartender slides over. The rumbling of the music is still heard through the walls and you’re glad that the concession stands are out on the perimeter halls so you could catch your breath. “Modelo, right?”

Not your favorite beer, but you know it’s his attempt to be observant. You’ve probably ordered it twice because your favorite one wasn’t on tap, and he was quick to assume that it’s one you love.

“Uh, yeah,” you roll your lips. The awkwardness is still there but it’s just because you had the tendency to attach the belief he was pursuing you to every encounter you had with him. “Thanks.”

“Kinda stuffy in there,” he comments, taking a sip of his drink. Small talk wasn’t really your thing, but there wasn’t much to talk about when it came to Namjoon. You’ve always avoided him like the plague. “Nice to take a breather.”

“Yeah,” you quietly agree, bringing the beer to your lips. Maybe a little alcohol will loosen the tension.

There's a moment of silence; the music continues to blast through the concrete walls, the scatter of the audience running in and out of the venue hall, and the rustling and bustling of the concession stands but it’s soundless in the space between you and Namjoon.

Namjoon breaks that glass of quietude.

“I’m sorry,” he blurts, a frown on his face. “That… I know you didn’t want to come with me in particular, and hoped for Yubin instead. She said she trusted me more than anyone else, and I was reluctant but—you know my sister. She does that thing where she bats her lashes and pouts. I can't say no to her.”

You could relate to that. With a soft laugh, you shake your head. “I… I get that. And don’t worry so much about it, tonight isn’t that bad.”

When Namjoon drives you home, the car ride isn’t silent.

He makes you laugh—although it reminds you of Cheol and how the effect is definitely not the same—and he shares a side of himself you never really saw before.

Namjoon is caring; he’s the typical ideal son that every parent wants to have. He takes care of his family, treats his sister as not just a sibling but as a best friend, and he’s smart with a job that he got straight out of college. Getting girls wasn’t difficult for him either. He talks about dates he’s gone on before, and how every experience was similar to the last—he just couldn’t seem to connect with any of them the same way.

And as you chortle once more at one of his anecdotes, shaking your head in disbelief, you miss the loving stare he shoots your way.

“There was even one where we didn’t even walk into the restaurant yet and she asked if I wanted to fuck,” he taps the pads of his fingers against the leather of the steering wheel. “I didn’t think people were that bold these days.”

You shrug, fiddling with your phone case on your lap. “Least she knows what she wants.”

He finally reaches your house, the screeching sounds of his breaks filling the brief silence as he leans against his arm that rests on the middle console. “I always admire that in a girl.”

With a smile, you unbuckle your seatbelt. “You should’ve gone out with her, then. She seems like a catch.”

“But she’s not you.”

He doesn’t make your heart stutter in its beats like Seungcheol does, he makes it skip it from anxiety and uncertainty on how to react to the next potential move he makes. Seungcheol does it in a way where he lures you in, enticing you with his lips that you wish you could kiss, but with Namjoon, you fear he would move any closer.

“Uh, yeah. Kind of the point. You should date anyone that isn’t me.”

Namjoon sighs, placing his hand on the back of your chair. “Even after tonight?”

Uncomfortably, you shift away. “Namjoon, I had fun with you at the concert tonight. But I hope you don’t take my word as something more than just… a friendly gesture. It was a nice time, but I still don’t see you in the same light as you see me.”

He scoffs. “I don’t get why you’d rather be with Seungcheol than me. You said you had fun tonight. He’s not fun. I’m charming. He’s not charming. I have a corporate job and he works in your fucking garage.”

Infuriated, you could almost hear the whistling of the steam that blows from your ears. Who does he think he is to speak about Seungcheol like that? Not that you care or anything, but he wasn’t in position to do so. “Why do you think someone who works behind a desk is more intelligent than someone with grease stains on their pants? Plus—why does it matter if I choose him? He’s a nice guy.”

“Sure. He might be smart, then. And a nice guy, even. But he’s not good for you.”

You furrow your brows. “And what gives you the right and authority to decide who would be good for me?”

Namjoon shifts closer, so close that you could feel his breath ghosting over your face. The scent of beer is pungent in his breath despite his actions being sober. “Because, I’m your best friend’s brother and she purposely didn’t come tonight so we’d get to spend time together. If your best friend had to whip up a scheme like that, what does that say about you?”

There isn’t enough time to express the vexation and betrayal. The driver’s side door swings open and the two of you jolt your heads to the culprit.

“The fuck you doing to my girlfriend?”

Namjoon chuckles, resting back in his seat. “Oh, quit the fucking act. You guys aren’t dating—fucking, maybe, but not dating. She wouldn’t settle for a dumbass like you.”

The cigarette at the corner of Cheol’s mouth is lit—you could’ve sworn he promised to quit because you hated the smell. You’ve complained several times that you hated men who purposely blackened their lungs and willingly basked themselves in the effluvium of that cancer stick. But tonight, you’d wish for the stench of his cigarette to be embedded in your clothes instead of the beer that wafts from Namjoon’s breath.

“Get out the fucking car.”

Namjoon rolls his eyes. “I’m getting out the fucking car, Choi Seungcheol. You can play with all the girls in the world, but can’t you leave the actually good one for me?”

Seungcheol leans over, blowing smoke into Namjoon’s face as Namjoon turns away. “I said get out of the car, Kim Namjoon. I’m not playing. We gotta talk.”

“Why? You afraid I’m gonna kiss your girl?”

With another drag of the cigarette, Seungcheol releases another puff before tossing it into the gravel with a stomp. “Nah. You gonna get out the car, look her dead in the eye and tell her you’re gonna fuck off. That you’re sorry, and that tonight was a great experience but it would be the last of your persistence. Whether or not she’s single, she said she’s not interested and you gotta respect that.”

Tongue poking his cheek, Namjoon pulls himself together to get out. He stands before Seungcheol, arms crossed with the look of incredulity washed over his face. “Come on. Let’s talk—man to man. Remember that girl at the club a couple years ago? What’s her name? Chaeryong? You could always fuck her. You’ve got so many options for a quick bang, why her?”

Seungcheol clicks his tongue, a habit he’s grown used to. He even smacks lollipops in his mouth in lieu of the stick, but he does it now in the midst of indignation. “If you really loved her, you would’ve known that Chaeryong is one of her friends and Chaeryong is engaged, dumbass.”

Huh, you think to yourself. Maybe he does listen.

Namjoon waves his hand in dismissal. “Doesn’t fucking matter. The point is that you could walk into the bar or a club, find a hottie and take them instead. She,” is he really pointing at you through the car windshield right now? “She’s someone you settle with, not play around with.”

With the fronts of his brows dipped, Seungcheol mimics Namjoon’s stance. “I never said I didn’t wanna settle. That’s what I want, actually.”

Namjoon laughs; it’s weighted when it releases from his chest and he has to put his hand on the car to regain his balance. “You’re kidding. Why do you want to settle for? You’ve got daddy’s money—he’s not asking for shit from you, I know that much. You were sleeping with girls, never coming home, and making your mom worried. And what? One day, you wake up and you realize you want a serious relationship? Who are you kidding?”

Seungcheol inhales deeply.

He doesn’t want to make any rash decisions, especially because it’s just normally expected from him. Seungcheol had the reputation of being the type of guy who did things because it felt right in the moment, never using logic behind his actions, purely all emotion.

But when he sees you leave the car and Namjoon making his way to you, Seungcheol is quick to pull Namjoon back. “Get the fuck off of me.”

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“I’m walking her inside,” Namjoon snarls. “Like gentlemen should.”

“I’ll walk her inside, she’s my girlfriend,” Seungcheol shoots back, flames in his eyes. “Go back home, Namjoon. You’re probably worked up on the adrenaline at the concert, it’s messing with your thoughts. Take care, yeah?” He releases his hold on Namjoon, and when he spots you at the end of the stairs, all he could think about was watching you make your way inside with a couple insults and rejections shooting his way. He’d make some more advances, but when you roll your eyes with a smile and tell him goodnight with a wave, he goes home feeling warm in his chest.

That doesn’t happen. At least, not tonight.

Namjoon swings, his fist colliding with a crack to Seungcheol’s cheek.

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