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jaylaxies · 9 months

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SUBSCRIBER BENEFITS

PAIRING: camboy!sunghoon × fem!reader

GENRE/CW: smut, unprotected sex, excessive usage of nicknames, spanking, fingering, orgasm denial, overstimulation, breeding, slight bondage, mentions of obsession, just smut overall.

WC: 2865 words

SYNOPSIS: sunghoon is the prettiest boy you had ever laid your eyes on and you’d do anything to have him all to (in) yourself.

WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni

A/N: hihi, angels! I'm back with another fic! it’s just a really messy thought i’ve tried to put into words! i hope y'all will enjoy this! :3 all likes, comments, reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated! it keeps me motivated! iloveyou all <33

He’s beautiful. Soft pink lips which stretched into the sweetest smile a man could provide you with. Sweet nectar dripped from his honey brown eyes. His supple skin resembling porcelain as you watch the man show off his abs on the monitor of your PC screen, the lights being that of dim red colour, only accentuating his muscles, which flexed with apiece movement of him.

It was Park Sunghoon—your favourite and the only camboy that piqued your interest. He was truly a work of art, displaying his perfectly sculpted body for everyone to see.

As for you, you’re the textbook definition of a spoiled rich girl who paid Sunghoon more than anyone in their sane mind would in just a single livestream, which didn’t even provide you with a visual of anything other than his face and torso.

Despite him stroking his cock smugly, he made sure to hide it from the view of the camera, which drove you insane to the point you were ready to throw all your money his way, becoming his top subscriber.

A moan left your lips, hearing him breathe out filthy words which were always effective in getting you off, the phallic shoved deep in your cunt only being a help to you. Sending him another big tip in hopes of him acknowledging you, you waited to see him smirk at the notification, not caring about the other comments flooding through his window.

“That’s a generous sum you’ve sent me, kitten,” he chuckled, the nickname making your pussy flutter, “no requests from your side, darling?” He asked, smirking subtle enough for it to look attractive.

That’s what you oh so obsessively want—his attention on you.

So you type out as fast as you can.

yourkittenxo69: a private session with you, that’s what i want

Your request was bold, almost being perceived as a demand, which only intrigued him.

Sunghoon never did private shows, or gave attention to any particular person in his lives. Despite it all, he was the most popular camboy on the site, surpassing everyone by just showing them his body, paired with his dirty talk. You hated how everyone wanted him, especially when you wanted him all to yourself.

He licked his bottom lip while reading your comment, “Sorry, kitten. I don’t do private shows.”

yourkittenxo69: I’ll pay you

You typed out with a smirk, gasping when the dildo in you started vibrating just how you liked it, then you proceeded to type out the amount of money you were willing to pay.

To some, it would take years to earn that amount of money but to you, it was your monthly pocket money, which you didn’t bother spending on Sunghoon.

Naturally, the shock was evident on his face because no one in their right mind would offer someone such a huge sum for a private show. It almost felt like free money to Hoon, and so he smiled, tongue tracing his fang-like canines.

“You got yourself a deal, kitten.”

It was the first time you’d seen Sunghoon covered up, clad in white button up with the top three buttons left open. With his hair parted to the side, you could get a clear view of his face, but your eyes were focused on his arms, courtesy of him rolling up the sleeves.

Given that you couldn’t show him your face, you resorted to typing out fast, yet you put efforts into wearing the newest addition to your lingerie set even though it wouldn’t be visible to him.

“You have me all to yourself now,” he spoke up, tone cocky with how much you wanted his attention.

yourkittenxo69: and that’s how it should be. Undress for me pretty boy

He scoffed out a laugh, knowing exactly that he needs to cater to your wishes, “as your wish, kitten,” he whispered.

Your attention was immediately captured by his slender fingers, which took their time to unbutton the shirt, providing you with the clear view of his torso, leaving him in nothing but his pants.

The wetness in between your legs growing per second as you pleasured yourself alongside, eyes fixated on the screen.

yourkittenxo69: your pants come off next

He grinned, “why? Wanna see how big my cock is?” He clicked his tongue, “what’s the point, baby? When you can’t even touch me from there,” his smirk was wide.

His voice was condenscending, as if he couldn’t miss a single chance to mock you, which only fucked with your mind to an even greater extent.

yourkittenxo69: just do as i say, you’re getting paid for it

A laugh escaped his lips as his fingers filled with the button on his jeans, opening it and sliding out of his jeans in an agonizingly slow manner, leaving him with his boxers and big imprint of his cock, a strangled moan leaving your mouth at the sight.

“Like it, kitten?” He raised his brows, self aware of the effect his body had on people.

You had to resort to using your vibrator for a release, but more than that, you wanted to meet Sunghoon in the flesh, to have his cock buried inside your leaking cunt.

Sunghoon, on the other hand, was intrigued, his own mind forcing him to break rules for you. Why? Because he wanted to fuck some sense into your spoiled mind. Maybe, just maybe if you rile him enough, you’ll get exactly what you’re aiming for.

yourkittenxo69: won't show me what’s hidden under your boxers now, pretty boy?

“Why? Do you wanna be fucked dumb with it? Is that what you want, kitten?” He pressed, getting closer to the screen, making your heart beat out of your chest with anticipation, but you weren’t the one to give up, pushing his buttons would be the key to your success.

His jaw clenched with each comment you posted, fists forming out of anger.

yourkittenxo69: yeah, won’t you fuck me dumb?

yourkittenxo69: are you scared to show the world your teeny tiny lil cock? Is that why you keep it in?

yourkittenxo69: forget the distance, you can’t even make me cum by fucking me

His voice was scary low as he scoffed, “getting ahead of ourselves now? Oh, kitten, give me your address if you dare instead of sitting behind a scene. I’ll see how you walk when I’m done with you,” he challenged, his slutry tone making you clench around your toy.

That was your plan from the start, however you never expected him to give in this quickly, given that he wasn’t the one to make exceptions, yet he broke all the rules for you.

With a blend of confidence and unadulterated need to have him, you swiftly typed out your address, making his lips turn into a seductive grin.

“See you tomorrow then, kitten.”

He wasn’t sure if it was curiosity or his need to tame your brat ass which led him your way, money was only an addition to it. He spent an unconventional amount of time pondering upon the hasty choices he had made.

He had a total of three things he knew about you, first being the fact that you were an adult, second that you were a female, and third—your address.

Not to mention you were wealthy, his subconscious reminded him.

It was risky, going to a stranger’s place, or in your case, a whole penthouse, yet he wanted to see the person behind the user yourkittexo69 and fuck some sense into her, even though he admit how it certainly would be better if you’d be as appealing to him as you sound bratty in general.

That’s exactly how he found himself in front of your door, dressed in black button up and pants paired with a few chains and rings which completed his look.

“Fuck it.” He rang the bell, waiting for the door to be opened by you, however he was greeted by a woman in what seemed to be working uniforms and hair tied up in a bun.

“Welcome, sir. She’s been expecting you, please head up the stairs,” she acknowledged his presence, getting out of the house as you had ordered her to, for privacy's sake.

Sunghoon thanked the women, eyes wandering around the fully decorated place of yours, each corner screaming wealth and money.

Walking up the stairs, he noticed the big chandelier and a series of paintings lined up right before he reached your room, knocking on the big wooden door twice.

“Come in,” your voice came out muffled due to the thick door, but understandable nevertheless.

Biting his bottom lip, he got inside your room and finally took you in for the first time—his eyes eyebrows raising in the process, a cocky expression taking over his face.

The reason? It was you. The skimpy white lingerie set you wore didn’t leave much to the imagination, adding to that, you had done justice to your username by wearing a collar and cat ears just for the pretty boy in front of you, him noticing the tail only ignited the need to destroy your cunt even further.

Your lips curled up into a sly smile, “didn’t think you’d actually come here, Park Sunghoon,” you mused, seeing him walk straight towards your bed, where you were spread out for him, “guess you really wanna fuck me.”

He didn’t speak a word, getting rid of his shirt as he proceeded to unbutton it. Just the action shut you up, no sign of humour on his face. Despite the spontaneity of this situation, it felt as if the pace was perfect, your desire colliding with reality for once.

Your heart was pounding in your chest, finally witnessing him in front of you.

The night held a distinct allure to it, especially when the candles that you had lit spread the aroma which only aroused you further, making you gulp your nervousness down.

He climbed up the bed, your breath hitching with how he stopped when he was right above you, his nose touching yours as he finally chuckled, “such a pretty face with that bratty mouth, yeah?”

You yelped when he held your wrists above your head, a whimper leaving your mouth as he tied your wrists up with his shirt, “didn’t know you were into this,” you giggled.

In an instant, his fingers were gripping your chin, “did I give you permission to talk?” His condenscending voice sent a shiver down your spine and you felt enthralled for a second before chuckling in his hold.

“Since when do I need your permission—”

The next second, his slender fingers were wrapped around your neck, applying just enough pressure to put his point forward.

“You’re not allowed to fucking talk unless I ask you to,” he seethed out, not missing the excitement in your eyes, “is that clear?”

You looked at him with hooded eyes, a slutry expression taking over your face, “yes, daddy.”

He chuckled, stroking your hair and reaching to play with your cat ears, “y’know what, kitten?” He rasped, scanning your features, “you should be punished for being such a bratty kitten.”

You squealed when he roughly switched up the positions so that you were bent over his lap with his hand groping your ass, the air around you thickening.

Driven by a primal longing, Sunghoon didn’t wait before he started spanking your ass, “count,” he ordered, “this one’s for being a brat.”

“Fuck! One,” you hissed out, biting your lips to conceal a moan.

Another slap, “this one’s for talking back.”

A string of curses left your lips, “t—two!”

The slap resonated in the room, “for cursing.”

You whimpered, pressing your thighs together when he continued his ministrations, starting from one whenever you messed up, finally soothing his large hands over your ass.

“Fucked out already? Oh, baby, I’m just getting started,” he said, sliding his fingers down to meet your soaked panties, he clicked his tongue, “we don’t need this,” he whispered.

“Sunghoon—”

“Shh.” He ripped your panties into two, making your eyes go wide, “that’s not what you call me, kitten,” he rasped, pushing his two fingers into your cunt, the wetness allowing him to slide in easily.

Your head felt dizzy, especially when you couldn’t move your hands or say anything that would make sense. No one’s ever been this way with you—demanding and in control, and he was simply fucking you with his fingers.

Yet, you didn’t want to back down now, “is that the best you can do, daddy?” You mocked him just when you felt your high nearing in hopes of him speeding up.

It resulted in him sliding his fingers out of your pussy much to your dismay, earning a pathetic whine out of you. He easily turned you around, getting on top of you, your body shivering with anticipation as he bent down, his nose caressing your ear as he whispered, “I’d give you my best but bad kittens don’t deserve shit.”

His fingers moved even slower, brushing against your clit in an agonizingly slow pace, “tell me, doll face, do you deserve to be fucked?”

“Y—yes, please! I’ll be good,” you cried out, squirming and bothered at the orgasm denial.

“Doesn’t sound very convincing to me, I guess the kitten doesn’t want it after all,” he chuckled, knowing that you had given up, especially when he pushed you that deep into your sub space, his thumb rubbing featherlight circles on your cunt.

“P—please, daddy! I swear I—oh fuck! I won’t act up anymore, I’ll listen to you, please just—just fuck me!” You whined.

“Wasn’t so hard, was it?” He pulled you closer by your collar, “now, be good and take it all like a good kitten.”

You were too fucked out to notice him getting out of his pants, not once getting a look at his cock. He deliberately prolonged his actions to torment you, just when you were reaching your high with his fingers again, but that wasn’t something he’d allow.

He was swift to remove his fingers from your cunt, his movements deliberate when he positioned himself in front of your pussy, thrusting it all in one go.

The sensation was quite literally exquisite, as if your whole body felt how big he was, lewd voices leaving your lips, eyes rolling back, your toes curling and back arching.

“Daddy—so, so big,” you mumbled mindlessly as he focused on snapping his hips even faster, giving you no time to adjust to his length when he bottomed out, hitting your g-spot seamlessly.

“Yeah? Too big for you, kitten? That’s not what you were saying the other day.” He held your wrists up, eyes focused on your tears of pleasure.

“I—was so wrong, daddy, I’m sorry—” his movements didn’t give you a chance to speak.

Your vulnerable voice only fueled his desire, his movements intensifying when he bent down to suck on your clavicle, paying attention to your neglected tits by pinching them, rolling the nub between his fingers.

“Wanna ruin you,” he groaned, “will make sure you don’t fucking walk,” with another thrust, you found yourself blacking out with how euphoric the feeling of falling apart on his cock was.

But he was far from done with you, not giving you a second to breathe as he striked harder with each thrust of his, making you squirm and scream, your mascara running down your cheeks with your tears and your whole body felt as if it was on fire.

He filled you up with his cum, stuffing you full and yet again, he wasn’t done with you.

He tapped on your cheek twice, making you look at him, “swallow,” he whispered, spitting into your mouth and observing it going down your tongue before you gulped it all.

“Good girl,” he praised, when you reached your high for the second time, your cum turning into a creamy mix inside you.

You felt overstimulated, yet he didn’t stop.

“Look at me, kitten,” he said, holding your chin and you were desperate to convey your impending orgasm again.

You looked his way with dark eyes, almost falling shut when he smashed his lips onto yours, messing up your lipstick, his thumb rubbing your clit again leaving you breathless and dishevelled, panting with need.

You realized how true he was to his words, you knew you won’t be able to walk anymore, or stand up for that matter.

With a mixture of ecstasy and anticipating urgency, your hips met his, your stomach tightening when you finally erupted in a cry, consumed by the intensity of your climax and the feeling of him inside you.

With two seconds of silence, Sunghoon got up, hair messy and lipstick staining his smirking lips as he untied your wrists, “have fun walking around now, kitten.”

He was here to prove a point, nothing more, nothing less.

And when you tried to stand up, miserably falling down with a whine, he only chuckled, sending a wink your way before he dressed up and left.

What he didn’t know was that it wasn’t a punishment, only a push to your obsession with him, which grew even further.

It sure won’t be a one time thing with Park Sunghoon.

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delugguk · 10 months

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4:17am || jungkook

genre: drabble.

word count: 700 (lmao 7)

author note: this is not edited.

he deep breathes. “I like your waist a lot.” as you’re hugging on top of him while he traces his fingers onto your lines.

jungkook is the type to kiss your waist whenever he got the time to. there’s nothing he loved more than to kiss all over your entire body. it was like a monument for him. his favorite place to stay, his favorite piece of art. like he always says.

“‘want to eat you whole. you have no idea.” he snorts to himself with a little cheeky but shy smile. you wondered how he managed to look so cute but hot at the same time every time he did that.

he liked sex with you so much.

hard.

hard and wild sex.

messy sex in specific.

even though his angelic but sinful (at times) face doesn’t really show that.. jungkook’s very crazy and passionate about sex. but don’t get this wrong.. he it isn’t to the point of him being obsessive. — he says that not just anybody can make him be this turned on. said he has only felt this horny for you.

you believed him.

not because he had those pretty doe eyes once he told you but because ever since you started dating jungkook, he has always showed you how sincere he was with whatever he did or even said. telling you about how much he doesn’t get why people have the necessity to lie when it comes to relationships or anything else, really. - that actually was a very nice conversation you both had that you’re surely telling whoever is reading this letter, later.

he enjoyed eating you out and god damnit how much you loved that too.

he lays your body down while his kissing your tummy and waist. every time he did that you already knew what was coming next. — his piercing.. his new one in specific, you could feel it hit your clit whenever he kissed you there each. time.

smirking about it, he always did that whenever your legs glitched.. god. he even spits on it, you adored how much he wasn’t afraid of getting so messy even his chin shined of how wet you are.

not feeling even embarrassed, you could never feel that way with him. feeling him as your own cozy home, he truly is your safe place. could never get embarrassed in front of him with these type of things.. but you do are whenever he randomly compliments you..

“turn around and close your legs. want to see your ass while I fuck you like this.”

his dirty mouth.. he should shut up, but not actually.

you do as he says.

“mmh this is what I wanted.” he hisses once he opens your pussy with both fingers. very slightly. your arousal sticking to your walls just like glue is what turns him on the most. “I’m the only one who gets you like this, huh?”

he slap-grabs your ass. only making you arch your ass a little.

“fuck” he whispers more to himself.

when his dick is full out and angry slightly red, he can’t help but stroke it with your arousal before entering you. he’s playful, you hated-loved that.

pushing your ass so he can finally enter, he smirks getting the memo. a soft moan falling down his lips when he does.

he goes deep and slow. just how you like it. he preferred going a little hard but strangely enough, whenever it came to this particularly position, he always liked going so deep and slow. said you wrapped around him even better.

you could feel him full. pussy lips wrapping around him just the way he loved it. you cummed and he continued to fuck you. he cummed and still continued to fuck you. the creampie just going crazy for him, it turns him on so badly and you know that when jungkook gets like that it’s dangerous.

dangerous because of his energy and stamina. a horny jungkook is very.. dangerous.

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okay I’m ending it here lmaosososksk

I guess part two will start with “a horny jungkook is very.. dangerous.”

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cooki3face · 9 months

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their last dream of you ☁️🔒

Y’all know how obsessed I am with King George and Queen Charlotte and I’m equally as obsessed with period pieces, especially romance ones. I watched the whole show some time ago and I loved it so much and I felt it really resonated with me and reminded me of my divine masculine and I’m so tempted to watch it again because it’s so beautiful and they love each other so much against all odds so that’s why I chose them for my banner today and chose to use hands with loving energy from period pieces for my pile choices. I’m about to start giggling lmaoo, I’ve got all this bubbling nervous energy about this reading I know it’s going to be a good one. Okay, enough of my useless rambling, I talk too much feel free to skip over this! Love you, enjoy! 💛

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Omg, I'm gonna start yelling!! I haven't even shuffled out the cards but someone part of this collective as well as their person is very sentimental. Someone really loves someone in such a timeless manner. In every lifetime, in every era, in every universe, a great love is shared here. Like I feel that ache in my chest that you get when you really really love someone and want to be near them. I really want to say buttons are significant, someone collects something or is prone to or has a tiny habit of holding onto things, even the tiniest most minuscule of things because it's in their nature to hold on and not let go. Someone could have a level of childhood trauma here too, a lack of instability makes them feel unsafe or they may struggle sometimes when they don't have all the answers or don't know what all is going on because it makes them feel very afraid and anxious and I hear someone is going through this right now.

You could be in separation with your divine counterpart and your person is mirroring you. I'm hearing “Don't misunderstand them. Don't judge them harshly or hold their actions to their spirit.” just because they're not speaking to you right now or just because things aren't extremely clear doesn't mean they don't love you or want to be with you and wouldn't go to the ends of the world for you. You know them as you know yourself because they are you. Show them mercy. Offer them compassion because I know how you love them and I know you couldn't really truly be upset with them even if you tried because you love this person so deeply and if you ever are upset it's only because you're afraid of not receiving the outcome you desire.

Oh, and you know what in the show Queen Charlotte there's this really cute part where George says that he's good with buttons. This person is good at the things you have trouble with, and this person really compliments and completes you, I'm hearing from this message that this person also wants to tell you that they appreciate everything you do for them and they think everything you do is perfect and beautiful. You could make no mistakes, you could do no wrong you're this person's angel. I haven't even shuffled the cards yet, this energy is SO strong I'm channeling from the heart to you. Ceramics, arts and crafts, or a fondness for aesthetics and the arts (music, dance, singing, etc) can be very significant to this group. Your person wants to enjoy the things you enjoy. I can't stop channeling, this person has so much they wanna say to you. HELP!!! 🆘!! Okay. I’m gonna actually start. Doing it in the form of a channeled message from your person about their last dream about you.

This person wants to speak to you through music by the way or they speak to you through music and through lyrics this person wants to tell you, especially if you have a playlist about them or if there’s music you’ve shared with them or they’ve shared with you to listen to it because they’re listening to it. “Please listen to it.” Something is coming in about the way this person talks to you on the phone or the things they call you “my love.” There was a time you talked to this person on the phone and their voice, their words, almost took you out the game. I had to get it off my chest I’m sorry! They’re like wanting to say so much.

This persons message about their last dream about you:

“I dreamt that I finally learned how to follow my heart and that I was finally the man (person) I wanted to be all this time for me and for you. In my dream, I finally got away from all the things that kept me away and kept me hurt and drained. Everything was changing. In the past I tried so hard to control my feelings for you and how things went because I was too scared to lose you if I tried to come to you and really put my all into us and our connection. I dreamt that finally was strong and I was able to come towards you and I did, everything was possible, everything was okay and I made things right. I said I was sorry and I told you how much I love you and how much I want to be with you and I did exactly that. I made a choice to be with you and it was the best choice I ever made.

I was free. I found freedom. I finally got away from all those karmic people and karmic cycles that I had trouble getting rid of in my waking life and I made time to focus on you, to focus on us. We spent lots of time together, and we went out and did things and learned things together. In my dream, we went to go do art together and we sat on the beach together and we just held each other and it was beautiful. And you looked so beautiful like you always do when you come to see me. I felt your skin, I could feel your breath on my neck when you hugged me, I could hear the sound of your heart when I laid down on your chest, and I heard your voice. And you laughed with me and you told me how much you loved me and about all the things you wanted to do together and I felt so loved and appreciated. I know that nobody loves me the way you do, I understand now.

In my dream, I finally had the courage to stop living for others and start living for myself and go after the things I want. I dream of you every night. Every day, I walk around in a dream state, thinking of you and you're motivating me even though you’re not here, I know I love you because you aren’t doing anything and I feel so drawn to you. While I’m asleep, I can feel your kiss. I feel the warmth of your lips on my mine and I miss it. I miss kissing you and holding you. I’m so afraid that you’re moving on from me or that you’re going to leave me. Please don’t leave. You’re my moon. I feel so blessed to be loved by you. In my dream, I dreamt that we were happy and we were married and had children together and had all the things you told me you had wanted. I remember all the things you said. In my dream, the past, those people, old versions of our connections, the pain, the fear, was all gone. It didn’t exist anymore.”

About to start crying for real. This person feels like crying, they've been crying. I'm like at a loss for words I'm typing one single letter per minute right now- hold on to your hope pile one. Justice is coming.

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ii.

Pile one was so big, I feel so guilty, I feel like I spoiled them. But anyway, I'm gonna do this in the form of a channeled message, your person is going to tell about their dreams of you. I'm getting immediately that this person really craves you pile two or they crave your touch. This person has deep romantic undertones for you, so much gentleness, compassion, and love but recently something has really made them wanna get down with you. I didn't think any of these readings were gonna take this turn but I just see this person fast asleep late at night thinking of how close to you their gonna get when they get the chance. I see this person really missing you. They may feel you spiritually and they may really love you emotionally but they want so badly to hold you, to be near you, their losing their minds trying to contain themselves waiting for the next time they see you in person. You've stirred up so much love in this person that they have nothing more to do with it than put it on you. They can't think of another way to show you their appreciation except to show you just how much they appreciate you.

I hear this person thinking to themselves and even telling others in the past or trying to describe to you the way they feel when they're near you and it's impossible. You light a fire within this person. They don't know what to do with all of it because there's plenty. This person could burn entire cities to the ground with the amount of fire they have within themselves because of you. It's greater than arousal. Don't get me wrong, this person is very much attracted to you, very much wants to be intimate with you but this person feels that heavy sensation in their chest about you, they feel their sacral chakra begin to activate, they feel the heat rising. If you've ever heard the song Melting by Kali Uchis. And I’m hearing this person saying that nobody can make them feel this way. This person wants to fuse souls with you. This person knows that you’re their person. You could’ve not seen this person in a long time, even if they’ve seen you recently I hear them telling me it’s all the same. They cry when you’re not around, they don’t like it when they can’t see you. “Why do I cry” by Margo Guryan is a good representation of this persons feelings.

This persons message about their last dream about you:

“I dreamt that we finally reconciled and decided to try to have everything we’d ever dreamed of with each other. I dreamt that we talked and we had forgiven each other. You’d forgiven me. I’d forgiven you. Our past was behind us and we finally were ready to move forward and see things from a different perspective. We saw that everything we’d been through, everything we feared, all the pain we felt, and all the times we were in separation were all a part of the divine plan all along and for a good reason. I dreamt that finally, we loved ourselves the way we loved one another, I dreamt that we were confident and we had finally come into ourselves and our power and knew what we came here to do and knew that we loved each other and would not ever want to spend our lives or our time with anyone else.

I dreamt that finally we were in alignment with each other and the disconnection had ended and we didn’t have to struggle anymore. Outside of each other, with other people, outside of ourselves with our fears and our beliefs and feelings. I dreamt that we were finally doing everything we said we’d do and that we finally had it within ourselves to put all of our ambition and all of our dreams to good use in all aspects. I dreamt that you had abundance and you’d found your happiness and your purpose and I dreamt that I overcame all my fears and finally was able to do what I was meant to do and achieve all my goals. I dreamt that we were abundant and happy and successful. All of our dreams and wishes came true. And in all, we had each other and that’s what mattered most.

I dreamt of how beautiful it felt to be loved by you, I dreamt of being made love to by you. I dreamt of your kisses, of your touch, of your body heat. I felt your eyelashes against my cheek, I could run my fingers through your hair, I remembered in my dream what it felt like to look into your eyes and how nervous and flustered that always made me. I remembered how much I love you. How you made me feel. How irreplaceable you are. I remembered how much I needed you for me. How unable I would be to ever be satisfied and content without your love and your presence. I miss your hands. I miss holding your hand. In my waking life, I wonder why you haven’t texted or called. When I wake up from a dream about you I find myself calling out your name or expecting you wholeheartedly to be there because the dream of you is a very real and vivid experience that can’t be denied. I’m sad when I wake up in the morning and you’re not there. It makes me feel like I’m in love with a ghost. I feel you, I hear you, but I can’t see you.

I feel you so strongly. My intuition tells me you’re near. I can’t shake the feeling. All I feel is raw emotion. You’ve left a big gaping hole in my heart that nobody else can fill the shape of but you.”

Let’s all just sit down together and cry. Pile two, your person is giving off this nervous energy. Their so nervous it’s like they’re almost embarrassed by how much they love you and how attracted to you they feel. This person is just a little melty puddle around you. That could be significant. Them melting into a puddle lol they may have told you something like that before. Ugh. Breathe. Take deep breaths!! Everytime I finish the channeled message for a pile, I almost don’t want to start the other group. I don’t want to leave. I hear this person hides from you pile two, they hide how much they feel or they hide the effect you have on them because you make them so nervous. This person may look away from you when they speak to you because if they look at you they'll cry. Or this person really loves your eyes and the way you look at them makes them feel so vulnerable and weak in the knees. This is def a music group. Getting “weak” by SWV. Ugh. Unhand me immediately y'all are making me so nervous. I don't wanna talk to you anymore.

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GirlUH! -, I had to take a deep breath and go scroll around on TikTok and consume a bunch of nonsense just so I can have a break and pull myself together after piles one and two. Forgive me. I feel like I've been ambushed.

This person could really feel like they miss you or haven’t fully been able to let you go. I’m getting “still think bout u” by A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie. This person could've been hurt by you in the past or experienced a lot of heartbreak in your connection but still hasn’t fully been able to release your relationship and let you go although you and this person may have been broken up for a while here if you and this person are separated and not together. I feel very antsy and nervous energy coming through with this person but it’s so strong that it almost makes me want to ignore it or push it down out of fear. This person may suppress or repress their own emotions and then try to up-level themselves or spend time with other people or throw themselves into work to try and make themselves feel better when they’re in pain. Their technique is to be productive and I hear this isn’t working for this person. This person wants to see you pile three they feel like they have no other choice but to be with you even though you hurt them because that’s the only way they see the pain going away.

There’s a complicated energy here and for some of you, you’re like “…” like you don’t want to hear from this person because they may have broken your heart too or caused you pain too and you’re like over it but you feel them tugging on your energy or manifesting you... you may know this person is going through shifts here or isn’t the same and they sense that within themselves or the people around them sense that they aren’t the same. They keep looking for ways to take the edge off and not have to think about you anymore and it’s not working. This person may reflect on memories you have together or the happiness and safety they felt when you were around despite some sort of hardship within your connection. This person is conflicted and is sending you their energy for you to feel because they want you to feel it with them. I avoided starting this pile for a fat minute too. Like I was like “I'm not ready, I'm not ready.” You have this person nervous...

You and this person could’ve hurt each other or not have ended well or there was something that happened that left this person feeling bad about themselves and feeling unhealed and unsafe. I see a situation where they might’ve been vengeful and tried to get back at you for something or could’ve done something bad or deceptive and you called it quits and this person didn’t really expect you to leave for real or leave things so quickly and wash your hands of the situation. I'm SICK!! LOL, this person is sick, you're sick or you were. Sick of this. Sick of the way they feel.

This persons message about their last dream about you:

“I dreamt that I was working and trying to balance out my life and take things and myself seriously. I dreamt that I was a better man (woman). I want to be a better man (woman). I want to feel secure in whole within myself. I dreamt that Id achieved all the things that id been manifesting, everything physical and tangible but still I didn't feel fulfilled and I remembered all the things you'd told me about how the things we want aren't really about the things we want and the feelings that we’d feel if we had them. I'd dreamt that even in all my accolades love was missing and safety was missing and you represent that for me even though you hurt me and I caused you pain too. And in my waking life, I sometimes think about you and I sometimes miss you even still, even after everything but I know you're done with me and it’s best I just stay away. I've been sending you messages, or trying to manifest you so that you could remember our relationship and the good things we had and maybe forgive me and miss me too but I feel your resistance. I feel that you know my presence in your mind is not your own doing.

I dreamt that my manifestations were successful and that you came to me and told me that you missed me and wanted to talk to me again even after all this time apart. In my dream, you told me that you felt the same way like all the work you've done so far had been for nothing if we didn't have each other, and that you wanted to grow with me and work on what happened between us and that we would be together this time and be happy with each other. In my dream, you felt in your heart that we were meant to be and so you were motivated to come forward. To come to me. There was so much possibility for improvement. I was so glad. And we talked about our memories together and our experiences together and they weren’t all for nothing. They meant something to you. They meant something to us.

In my dream, any competition that existed, anyone who you were with you decided you didn’t want to be with anymore and you wanted to be with me and we were going to build together and be successful together. And I told you how I understood everything you said to me before and how much I had learned from you and how much you meant to me all this time and I told you how sorry I was and how hard for me it was to try and replace you and be happy without you. We were gonna be together. Everything was going to be okay. You had forgiven me. We’d forgiven each other.”

I hear this person having a lot of wishful thinking, they have this fantasy in their minds of what things could be like if they wanted to settle down and be in love and I think that you played a huge role in being a primary example of what that was to them but I think they let you and your relationship slip through their fingers perhaps. They may not have been the best to you, may have closed themselves off or cheated on you or broke your trust due to you accidentally causing them pain or giving them a hard time in the past. And I think this person is still very much attatched to you and the idea of you and in their own minds they love you. And I say in their own minds because I don't believe you believe this pile three after their behavior.

What's really interesting is the significance of pride and prejudice coming up. You could’ve watched this movie with this person or tried to share this film with this person during a rough time in your relationship and the way they reacted to you or the film may be significant but I also think that the characters are significant. Mr. Darcy has a horrible way of showing that he loves someone and communicating and he does things that can be really hurtful and do hurt Elizabeth and she’s like absolutely completely expressive that she does not want to be with this man under any circumstances (even though she does) and his half-assed attempt to come towards her and express himself (even though it was really good for his character because you know..) turns out being successful and Elizabeth ends up giving him a second chance and marrying him just as he had asked her to because she loves him but like you’re not Elizabeth and you’re not going to settle for the bare minimum and be like WELL, he said he was sorry!! BOO! YOU WHORE! 🍅🍅🍅! I love pride and prejudice I really do but at the same time. Elizabeth deserved more. Anyways anyways I’m getting carried away.

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Hope these were enlightening and you enjoyed these. Def gonna need a nap to recover from these. I love you so much and I appreciate all the support I've gotten with the readings and me sharing my gifts with you. I racked up a decent following on here off of opinions and aesthetics but I hadn't realized how much of myself I’d been hiding away. I'm excited for what more I can share. Anyways, if you ever want a personal reading from me you could go to my Instagram either @cooki3face or @cookiefacetarot on Instagram and click the link in my bio <3 bye, my hands have permanent dents in them now from typing for so long!

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promiscuouscutie · 2 months

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All Yours pt. 7

Ethan Landry x fem. Reader, reader is a little naive and Ethan’s obsessed, eventual smut

Warnings for this part: voyeurism, mentions of losing virginity, masturbation, Ethan having dirty thoughts lol, mentions of murder

You've never felt so ready to leave your math class. You usually lived and breathed statistics, but your mind was elsewhere in those sixty minutes. You thought about his hands on your hips, the way he looked at you with hooded eyes the night he kissed you. God, the way he kissed your jaw, trailing more down your neck to make you giggle at the feeling. You found yourself smiling down at your notes, thinking about how his kisses could make your stomach do flips endlessly. You couldn't believe you had a boyfriend. You couldn't believe Ethan Landry was your boyfriend.

The boy who was always there, willing to listen to you ramble. The boy you first met in Photography I at the beginning of the semester. Who would've known you both had taken AP Art throughout high school, getting the credits needed to take higher art courses in college? That truly was luck; Ethan didn't even know you existed until the first day of classes:

He got in the classroom early, picking a desk in the middle. Five minutes before class started, you rushed in, sweat dripping down your temple. You had gotten lost on campus, but it thankfully did not make you late. You eyed the room, finding yourself locking eyes with the curly-headed boy. You wiped the sweat from your face and walked right over to him with a soft smile on your face. He kept his eyes on you, his heartbeat picking up more and more as you got closer to him. And finally, you said your first words to him:

"Is anyone sitting here?"

He almost forgot he could even speak. He cleared his throat and replied "No. No one's sitting there." A simple answer to a simple question made him feel like he would pass out, getting taken off campus on a stretcher. But you sighed with relief and set your stuff on the desk. You told him your name, and he told you his. You said his name was cute, and he bashfully thanked you. Ever since then, he's wanted you to be his.

Your professor finally closed her packet up and turned the projector off, dismissing everyone. You were one of the first to stand, ready to leave the room, but a voice called your name. You turned to see Mia, a girl you had tutored in the past. She was always kind to you, and a very good listener. She thought your notes were a godsend, and you appreciated the compliment. You hadn't hung out so much outside of class besides tutoring, which you didn't mind. But the two of you would text: she'd send you pics of new jewelry she made, and you'd send her pics that you took around campus, adding to your photography collection.

"Do you even feel ready for this next test?" She asked.

"Sorta. It's kinda hard to think about a test when.."

"..When students are being murdered, yeah. I get the feeling," She finished your train of thought. You sighed, gripping the strap of your bag. Three had died so far, but who was to say the numbers wouldn't go up? It worried you greatly. It was impacting the morale on campus as well. Some students weren't showing up to their classes, afraid of getting hurt.

"I knew one of the students that got murdered," Mia admitted.

"Me too." The thought of Michelle came to mind instantly. As much as you didn't like her, you wouldn't have wanted her killed.

"He was nice, sorta. I mean, we talked about movies a lot. He had a thing for slasher films. Used to go on and on about them. But between you and me," she leaned in close, "He seemed too fascinated in the gore of it. It was kinda unsettling." You shivered at the thought. Mia sighed, pulling a hair tie from her wrist.

"But he was nice. I'll miss the guy," she frowned as she put her curls into a ponytail.

"It's terrible. So depressing," you added.

"What is?" A voice chimed in. You turned to find Ethan standing there, making you gasp a little. He had on a baby-blue collared t-shirt and a pair of jeans, his hair looking a little frizzy. You noticed how his muscles looked in the shirt, making your heart race a little.

"You're here," you smiled. Ethan didn't tell you he was coming; you had planned to meet him with the group after your classes were done, and you still had one class left for the day.

"Of course. I wanted to see you," he smiled. You could feel your cheeks warming up as Mia narrowed her eyes at your boyfriend.

"Mia! This is my boyfriend, Ethan. Mia's a friend of mine-"

"We've met before," Mia cut you off. You raised both your eyebrows, surprised. You looked up at Ethan, who had no expression on his face as he stared at her.

"Oh! Do you guys have classes together?" You questioned.

"We went to high school together," Mia explained. Well, what a small world!

Ethan's hand snuck around yours, pulling you closer to him. "Can we get going, pretty?" He whispered in your ear. You nodded, squeezing his hand.

"I'll see you later Mia, okay?" You smiled, waving at her. Ethan kissed your temple, already turning to leave, pulling you with him. As Ethan kept you glued to his side, he looked back at Mia, glaring at her. You didn't notice, too busy fumbling with the zipper on your black jacket. His grip on your hand stayed until you made it out of the building. He dropped it and sat on the nearest bench under a tree.

"So, tell me about your class. How was it, pretty?" He smiled, staring at you. You smiled widely, immediately going on and on about all the things you learned, the little moments where your professor made you laugh, and the doodles you put on the margins of your notes. He didn't interrupt your rambling, simply taking everything in. He couldn't believe you were his girlfriend, his first one at that. All the time he spent obsessing over you amounted to this: calling you his sweet, dumb thing. Not that you were dumb; you were a smart girl. You just had this sense of innocence; you lacked experience. Something about that drove him crazy; it played out in his fantasies all the time:

You'd be whimpering as he spread your thighs apart, showing him out much you were aching, dripping in your panties. He'd groan at the sight of the growing wet patch, whining as he rubs you through your panties. You'd start mewling at the friction, almost on the verge of begging for him to be rougher. He'd slip your panties off and shove them in his pocket, knowing he'd fuck his cock up into them later. He'd press his lips all over your thigh as he rubs your clit in a circular motion, getting closer and closer before meeting your pussy face-to-face. As he starts to suck on your--

"Ethan?? Did you hear me?" Your voice perked up in his ears, bringing him out of his thoughts.

"Oh, sorry. I was just thinking," He looked at the ground, avoiding your eyes. You took some steps forward, standing in between his legs and playing with his hair. "About what?" Ethan grins, trailing his eyes up your body to meet your face.

I'm thinking about how you'd taste on my tongue. "Just thinking about how beautiful you are," he sighed. You blush profusely as you kiss his forehead. “You’re too cute.” He moved his head back to look up at you, his lips forming a grin once again.

“What are you doing tonight?” He asked.

“Nothing much. I was gonna review for my stats exam, but that's about it. Why?" you asked.

"Well, I was wondering if I could come over."

"Oh! Yeah! That'd be great. We could invite the others too, have a little study-"

"No." Your eyebrows raise at the interruption. "No?" You repeat.

"I was thinking we could hang out alone. Just me and you." Ethan stared with alluring eyes, trying to persuade you. And it worked! You felt yourself melting, brushing your fingers against his.

"I'd like that! That sounds nice.." You trail off for a moment, "What do you wanna do?" Ethan had some ideas in mind, all of which involved you becoming a blubbering mess.

"Hm, I don't know! I could help you study, or we could watch movies together," he suggested.

"We can watch scary movies!"

"Yes! What about slashers?" You cringed at the thought, shaking your head.

"I don't think I could sit through one of those, considering everything that's been happening recently." For a moment, Ethan forgot about the killings. He forgot the part he played in the torment of the Carpenter sisters. He forgot the mission his father wanted to complete as a family, to avenge his older brother.

For a few minutes, he was just a boy, talking to the girl he loved.

"Oh! Y-yeah. Sorry. I didn't even think about it."

"It's okay. We'll figure something out," you smile. His heartbeat quickened again, feeling pulled into your presence.

"Of course we will, pretty." He pressed his lips on your temple before pulling out his phone, groaning at the texts his sister sent:

Stop talking to your plaything and hurry up. Dad wants to meet. -sis

Omg I can see the vein popping out of your forehead -sis

Little brooo lets gooo :0 -sis

"What's wrong, E?" He shoved his phone back into his pocket, scoffing at his sister's impatience.

"I have to go."

"Already?" You felt sad, wishing this moment would last longer. He lifts your chin up, looking at your pouty lips.

"Don't be sad. I'm coming over tonight, remember?" You nodded, and he pulled your face into a kiss. He selfishly wanted to leave you longing for him, whiny. He deepened the kiss towards the end before pulling away, making your cheeks warm up.

"I'll text you when I'm on my way tonight!" He called out.

"Okay! See you soon!" You both go your separate ways, thinking about the other, wondering what would await when the night sky came.

"He's coming over?!" Annika gasps as she put the dishes away. You groaned, throwing yourself onto the couch.

"Yes, Anika! And I'm freaking out! What am I supposed to wear?? The clothes I already have on?? What do I do?!" You can hear Anika laughing at your helplessness, not having a care in the world.

"Girl, just put on some comfy clothes. You said you might watch movies, right?" You peek your head over the cushions, like a deer in headlights. "Yeah?"

"That'll be the perfect time to cuddle with him! Wear comfy clothes! Wait, is he sleeping over?"

"I didn't think that far ahead," you say sheepishly.

"Well if he does, I'm not gonna be here. I'll be at Mindy's again, so don't worry about me interrupting you two," she smirked. You roll your eyes at the comment. You jumped off the couch, standing on your feet. "Can you help me pick out my clothes?"

"Of course!" She smiled sweetly. You always appreciated Anika's advice when it came to clothes. She could praise you and make you feel like the prettiest girl in the world. She'd help you pick out outfits to add to your wardrobe all the time. It was safe to say she had heavy influence over the clothes in your dresser. But that wasn't a bad thing! She had great style and helped you find your own.

As you slipped on different outfits, you found yourself remembering the first kiss again. The way he pulled you into his lap, the heavy breathing between the both of you, the way he grabbed your ass. Would he do that tonight? Would he want to go further and have sex? Am I even ready?

You were gonna be honest: you've never had sex. You never felt comfortable getting to that point with anyone in high school, but now you were in college, and you had Ethan in your life. You've touched yourself before, explored your body at night when you were alone. Ethan could attest to that; he'd seen you through the hidden camera in your room.

He replayed the footage on his laptop every night, watching you get yourself dressed and ready for bed. His hands would wander when your hand journeyed down your body, into your underwear. He'd patch your pace, trying to cum at the same time as you. He imagined his hand was yours, coaching him through the process. He relished in the expressions you'd make as you bit your lip, getting closer and closer. He couldn't believe how dirty you were, his little plaything. As much as he hated when Quinn called you that, he found himself liking it recently. It was probably the relationship change, going from friends to boyfriend-girlfriend.

Speaking of Ethan, while you were finding the perfect outfit, he was listening to his father drone on and on about the Carpenter sisters. He and his sister, Quinn, sat beside each other at the kitchen table. He couldn't recall the last time the three of them had been in this house, the house they grew up in. There was a time when Richie woudl lighten the room, putting a smile on everyone's face, even their mom's. The memory of his mother's face made him shudder, bringing him back to reality.

"Ethan? Any updates?" His father repeated.

"What?"

"UPDATES. On the Carpenter sisters. You got anything?"

"O-oh. No. Sorry," he averted his eyes. His father scoffed, rubbing his eyes.

"Ethan, you've got to be fully in this. Alright? You can't just walk away. They killed my son, your brother. Have you forgotten that?"

"No sir."

"Good! Is there anything you can tell me? Maybe someone we have to watch out for?" Ethan furrowed his eyebrows, thinking. "Someone recognized me from high school."

"Who?"

"This girl, Mia. She and I used to be friends when Richie was still around, but after he died, we kinda grew apart." His father narrowed his eyes. "So she knows you're related to Richie."

"Yeah."

"Hm. Interesting. Has she said anything to you?"

"No. But she didn't look happy to see me." Quinn glanced at him, growing anxious.

"Quinn could make a visit to this...Mia girl." Ethan's eyes grew wide. "What? No! She hasn't done anything. She just recognizes me."

"Son, I'm not taking any chances. We can't have anyone connecting us to these killings. We need alibis, so find one for yourself tonight. Understand?"

"But dad, she doesn't-"

"Do you understand?" He repeats with a louder voice. Ethan shrinks in his seat, only nodding. His father smiled. "Good."

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pandorascripts · 1 year

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I absolutely love your writing. I can ask for a yandere wednesday with a fem reader who is innocent and doesn't realize wednesday obsession, and when the reader try goes on date wednesday stops her

Ruins

warnings: yandere, obsession, mention of xavier thrope (I hate that man sm).

pairing: yandere!wednesdayaddams x reader

summary: wednesday cant stand the thought of someone tainting you before her, so when xavier tries to do it before she can, wednesday snaps. note: this is one the shorter side, maybe more of a drabble, but it’s one am and I’m a wee bit tired :^)

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Love. It was a truly odd thing when putting it out of context. If Wednesday told someone that she’d like to ruin you, taint you, break you down until you were as dark and deprived as herself, Wednesday would find herself in quite the unfortunate predicament. But if she was to say she loved you, wanted to show you everything she could do to you that would take away what most men find attractive in a woman — that being her virginity — people would surely agree, maybe event applaud her for the behavior. After all, it was similar to a man’s desire to ruin whatever he could get his hands on.

Then again, there was something about your naiveness that had Wednesday melting like butter for you. The way you simply didn’t understand that her love for you was brutal, and dark, and completely wrong in the minds of normal people. Although, Wednesday never was truly normal, was she?

As she held your hand in hers, her mind raced with many different possibilities of how tonight could go. She could destroy you, make it so you could only ever dream of her touch, but she could also simply enjoy your innocence. Wednesday chose the latter, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t test it. She thought of ways to ask you on a date, to finally let you know of her love for you, but that all flew out the window at your next words.

“Xavier asked me out,” you stated, shrugging as if it wasn’t a big deal.

Wednesday tensed, every part of her body trembled as she gritted her teeth. Why was Xavier nearing you? You were hers, Xavier had no right to touch her property. God, how she hated thieves.

“You okay, Wednesday?” you asked, gently squeezing her hand.

She shuddered. “Don’t go out with him. He’s a waste of your valuable time and simply a waste of space.”

You frowned, gaze returning to the packed halls of Nevermore. “Well, I dunno, he’s got some good traits, right? Like, he’s cool at art, and he’s not a total jerk —“

Wednesday cut you off, practically seething. “You will not be going on a date with him. My decision is final.”

She felt your hand slipping out of hers, a confused look plastered on your face. Wednesday scanned your features, realizing it wasn’t confusion at all. It was fear. Wednesday had made you scared of her.

Desperate to save herself, she muttered some half-assed excuse. “Xavier’s only using you to get over Bianca. They have always had an on and off thing, and I just cant bear to see you hurt.”

You gulped sadly, nodding your head. Wednesday sighed, your hand was back in hers, right where it should be.

A moment of silence passed between you two before you broke it. “Thanks, Wednesday.”

She nodded. “Of course.”

Wednesday looked down in shock, her shoulder gaining extra weight. There laid your head perfectly on her. She sighed, her eyes fluttering closed. Wednesday took in the smell of your vanilla perfume, the scent completely intoxicating her and making her even more mad. She let out a heavy breath once more, moments like these were amazing. Just the peacefulness, and her desire growing along with her insanity. Not a single worry slipped through Wednesday’s mind. Only love for you, and everything you loved, swirled around her brain.

Wednesday sighed. She’d played with the naïve part of you for too long. People were starting to get bold, and she couldn’t have thieves ruining you. Not when she so desperately needed to do it first. Wednesday was going to absolutely destroy you, and she decided that it was going to be very soon.

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writingisartdarling · 2 months

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I just plain and simple wanted to write down some of my headcanons for Winx Club, because as I've said before I have had a very big obsession with it (well at least some of the characters) as of late.

So, here we have some of my Winx Club hc's:

Headmistress Griffin's past with Valtor: I've seen a few of these as I've scrolled on Tiktok, Tumblr and ff.net but I wanted to explain how I see it. So as it is in the actual show, Griffin was fighting alongside Valtor and the Ancestral Witches, but Griffin and Valtor also had a relationship. To put it short, they were lovers. It was lust. Perhaps it was partly just a way to make people jealous and get more powerful, at least in the beginning, because Griffin was quite young when it all happened. Over time she started realizing the weight of her decision and because of that she wanted out of it. Away from him. I could also imagine their relationship becoming toxic over time, which also prompts Griffin to escape. How she managed it was because of her old friend Faragonda, who Griffin had obviously parted with when she joined Valtor. Faragonda always wants to help when she can and she never believed Griffin truly was as evil as she made herself look by turning against the entire magic dimension. So Faragonda was quite happy to be able to be of help to Griffin and help her return to the light and persuading the others to let Griffin join the Company of Light even if it was very difficult. When Valtor found out about all this, he was obviously angry and felt betrayed and thus he always held Griffin accountable for their misfortune and would count days until he could break her like she did his heart. Of course, Griffin was heartbroken too, when she made the choice to part with Valtor but she keeps telling herself she doesn't and will never truly regret it. I imagine when Valtor tried taking over the magical dimension in season 3, Griffin took it almost personally. She was afraid of what he'd do to her when he found her or what she'd do if she saw him again , and she tried her best to seek shelter from/with Faragonda, who offered it more than gladly, knowing it would be extremely hard on Griffin to have Valtor return. This is too, in addition to her close friendship with Griffin, why Faragonda was so worried about Valtor having done something to Griffin when she and Valtor fought in season 3.

Why Faragonda has no wings: This is also one I've seen here on Tumblr I think, but I do love it so here we are. I headcanon that during the Company of Light's fight against the Ancestral Witches on Domino the witches tore off Faragonda's wings. Yes, the worst thing to happen to a fairy. When it happened, I like to imagine, it was probably Marion who only barely managed to save Faragonda from the witches but she didn't make it in time to save the fairy from getting her wings torn off. And the queen still blames herself for Faragonda losing her wings. Now, if a fairy is strong and experienced enough, they could fly without wings but it would take a lot of practice and skill. It took Faragonda a while to recover and then learn the art of flying with no wings, but she did learn it and now does it without problem. She does not hold her friend accountable for losing her wings and will forever remain thankful to Marion for saving her life.

Faragonda and Marion's friendship: I already mentioned in the first one that Faragonda and Griffin are very good friends but I like to think that Faragonda was quite close with Marion too before she was supposedly killed by the Ancestral Witches on Domino and then they rekindled the friendship after the Winx saved Domino and Oritel and Marion. I think they went to school at Alfea together and when they got older and Marion married Oritel, Faragonda remained Marion's friend and avid supporter. After tens of years of not seeing each and thinking they never would again, the two women were very relieved to be able to call the other their friend still and they now go on walks in Alfea's gardens when Marion is visiting and she, vice versa, invites Faragonda for tea sometimes. Marion is especially grateful to Faragonda for being there for Bloom when she herself couldn't. Faragonda simply tells she would have dlne the same if the roles were reversed.

The fact that Darcy looks almost identical to young Griffin: Yes, they look alike and yes they are related. At least in my headcanon they are! In the first hc I talked about Valtor and Griffin's relationship but I did not mention that I also think that during her time with Valtor, as his lover, Griffin fell pregnant with his child. When she found out, she realized what a grave danger it would be to both her and the child. At this point Griffin was already thinking of parting with Valtor. So, in her panicked state she goes to Faragonda to see her in secret from Valtor and everyone else. When she tells Faragonda, she is, knowing Faragonda, met with support but also dissappointment. She asks for Faragonda's advice but she doesn't know how they could keep the baby a secret and that Griffin wouldn't have to get rid of it or give it up. But Faragonda promises Griffin that she will meet her soon and in the meanwhile come up with a plan or at least try to. When they meet again, Faragonda tells Griffin about an ancient spell that could possibly speed the pregnancy so that Griffin could have the baby now and then they would figure out where to hide the baby. (I know, a terrible and weird explanation, it sounded a lot better in my head.) It takes some convincing but Griffin agrees. So they barely manage to do the spell but luckily in the end they succeed and then Griffin basically has the baby about 7-8 months before it's actual due date. The problem is now that they have to figure a way to keep the baby a secret. Griffin spents the following days trying to figure out how and when she eventually comes up with a solution, she presents it to Faragonda. A forgetting potion, which when drank makes the drinker forget of a certain thing forever. She wants Faragonda to drink it so that she would forget Griffin's pregnancy and the baby completely. Faragonda doesn't like the idea and thinks it would be too dangerous. But Griffin is adamant, because she knows that if Valtor were to somehow find out (of course she doesn't doubt Faragonda but she knows how cruel the man can be) she would never be able to part with him and the baby would not have a life she wants for her. But Griffin can't bring herself to forget the wee baby, not her own daughter. She would take the secret to her grave if needed. So Faragonda promises to drink the potion and it is only many, many years later that Griffin confides the secret to her. Meanwhile, Griffin has to watch her daughter succumb to evil and darkness and make wrong choice after another without there truly being a way of saving her without telling revealing truth.

Oop. These got super long and tedious and probably make very little sense, but hopefully not! Let me know if you want more because I think I might have some left still and I would be more than happy to share them with you.

#winx club #winx club headcanons #winx club faragonda #winx club griffin #winx club marion #winx club darcy #winx club valtor

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My Journey with BTS

tw// mentions of suicide

So, I have created this account to post random thoughts and a way to express my emotions better. I want to write my 1st post about BTS cause the only people to whom I have genuinely expressed my emotions is BTS.

So, I have known about BTS since 2015 and started stanning them in 2017. When DNA came out, I wasn't particularly obsessed with it then, but Yoongi caught my eye because of his stage name, Suga. I was intrigued. The man had a very chill vibe to him, which I was drawn to; soon enough, I was binge-watching their interviews and music videos, listening to their songs, looking up their song translations, and, of course, Run BTS. I was obsessed with them, and I still am. The seven guys became my rock during high school. Would I be here trying to write this blog if not for them? I can't imagine even going a day without listening to their music, like just one song, a group or a solo. BTS has played a massive role in making me the person I am, the way I think, and my ideas. They made me a more curious person. From their music videos to the theme of the music that they made, it made learning things about society and art amusing for me, which I couldn't think would have happened in an education system that tries to kill our thinking. I decided to take up humanities as my stream because Map of Persona made me curious about psychology. The Blood, Sweat and Tears music video interested me in Greek mythology. I learned South Korea's history and socio-economics to understand their music better. I learned how the music industry in the West and South Korea works so that I could see them succeed in something they put so much passion and love into. I learned to care, be kind and humble, and love myself.

So, let me try to talk about my emotions, which is a tough thing for me to do, and I have been trying my best to avoid that part for a long time. Not talking about it wouldn't do justice to this blog, where I am talking about my journey with BTS. I wasn't particularly a kid who got along with everyone and had many friends growing up. I remember feeling lonely constantly as a kid. I had social anxiety growing up, which made talking to people extremely hard for me. I wasn’t great in academics, and I still am not. I try my best, but something keeps lacking, making me incredibly insecure. Things like these have left me feeling insanely depressed that I have lost the meaning of life. I had so many times considered ending my life, never made any attempts or such, but just wished a truck would come and hit me. Soon, those thoughts came to my mind less when I started listening to BTS because they talked about these feelings in their lives and music.

I felt I wasn't alone for the first time, that somebody truly got me. I started trying to live because of them. I looked forward to their new music, the surprise live shows after every award function, the concerts they did or just randomly at night because they couldn't sleep, those Weverse posts, and the Run BTS new episode. Those little things motivated me to get out of bed and finish my day to peacefully enjoy whatever content they put out. I was reading one of my diary entries filled with BTS back during the lockdown. I didn't realise before reading that diary entry how much of a significant role they played in helping me stay alive when I got a considerable side effect of depression from my ADHD medications, and for that, I am thankful. I wouldn't be attending a nice enough college without them keeping me motivated, and I can't thank them enough.

I am ending this post on a somewhat incomplete note because it is tough for me to talk about something so close to my heart, and my journey with BTS here hasn't ended yet. I'll come soon enough to talk more about this.

#bts #my writing #yoongi #music #bts army #mental health #adhd #tw depressing stuff

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I had a pretty active tumblr for about ten years. I don’t know if you remember deejul (daydream) but that was me. I wasn’t an indie darling by any means, but it was certainly the most visible and most connected I’ve ever been. It was a golden age, the first time I really embraced algorithms for a curated social media experience. A truly striking collective moment for us all to explore what authenticity could mean in an increasingly hyper-accessible, hyper-meta, social structure. And I had my tumblr for the last half of my adolescence, the first part of my twenties; it was my diary, my personal library of memories, my second life and a source of some of my deepest connections. I mentioned tumblr in an application for a film program! I got in! And I watched all the movies I saw on my dashboard! I met and got to know some of the most interesting, kindest people all over the world. A friend who I met a long time after my tumblr days and I found out that we shared mutuals! Our favorite ones, even. I documented so much of the thoughts and feelings I couldn’t readily share in-person: I was a true testament to developmental angst, crises of faith, and the growing gap between who I was and who I could be. I, like you, often felt like I was the first person to feel the feelings I was feeling and those feelings felt totally alien until I found out other people who liked the stuff I liked and felt the stuff I felt and even did the stuff I did! and in that way I learned what vulnerability can be in-person, in-the-moment, without my dependency on drafting, editing, revising what I wanted to say. I found some of my favorite music, art, literature, people, that way. I felt comfortable in my stream-of-consciousness and didn’t feel as daunted by the obsessive, intrusive, insane, inexplicable thoughts as I do now.

And then I deleted almost every trace of it.

It’s normal to look back and be embarrassed about who you used to be, normal to look fondly back on your younger self and cringe about them because they didn’t know better and it’s not like you know better now! But I couldn’t really see past the pain of it all. At the time I deleted that tumblr, I was diagnosed with complex-PTSD (and a few other things) and I really, really, really, did not like that! I was trying to make the world my oyster, sow wild oats, sing a lot of karaoke at my favorite dive bar, do a lot of drugs and have a lot of sex and do a lot of things that I knew would be great stories to tell later! I didn’t want to look at myself! No one wants to see all that! To be “seen” in that way was terrifying and mortifying and so I decided that I wouldn’t be seen at all. My mind was so clouded and foggy with the revelation of persistent trauma and grief that I couldn’t bear to sift through all that mud to find the green, living, growing things that were actually deeply rooted therein.

I packed up all this stuff and stored it away in the far corners of my body, and I tried to “start from scratch,” knowing fully well that even if everything was different I would always be me, and everything that was me would be there in the shadows, traces of the most formative pieces of myself just on the other of the sheet I covered them with. Dusty old memories, a friend recently said.

I hated people dwelled on the past. I was trying to get over mine, so why even bother? I refused to peak in high school or college, I told myself it would get better and bigger than all of this and I was, and have been, quick to let go of things that go stale. I thought that shit was holding me back and I was determined not to let it. I didn’t need to “know the origins” of my pain in order to heal from it. My therapists would tell me that I don’t need to intellectualize or overanalyze my feelings. So I just said my piece and the rest was none of my business because I am determined to move forward. I’m trying to look where I am driving: ahead. Far far ahead.

I moved. I got in a car crash. I had a string of bad boyfriends, a faith crisis, I got kicked out of my house and estranged from my family, I got fired from my first big corporate job. I was unemployed. We had another evil president and a pandemic and we kept running out of time to reverse and repair the damage we have done to the planet, to each other.

I got a dog. I figured out what to do when I was by myself. I fell in love. I did a lot of mushrooms. I tried to go to bed by 9, and I took my medicine and my supplements and my probiotics and I made overnight oats. I got tattoos and piercings! I had a career and I helped important people do important things. NOW I am in LOVE. NOW I am SAFE.

But I didn’t want to share any of that with any of you. These precious precious things. I was too afraid to let them slip from my fingers. All this time I hold my breath, waiting for the rug to be pulled from under me, for the other shoe to drop. I walk into a room and force myself to have an exit plan in under 3 minutes of being there. I keep all the things I want at arm’s length, because if it’s out of reach I cannot drop it, it will not shatter.

And then, today I decided that I cannot continue on without fully embracing and absorbing compassion for myself. It’s been a decision long in the making, and I’ve tried it before and it was too scary and I’ve walked myself all the way back numerous times— but if there is a way to be better, and I have the capacity for it, why not?

I’m going to therapy and I’m reading books and I’m holding firm boundaries and I’m surrendering and I’m sleeping and I have health insurance and I have all these MEMORIES of what it is like to be loved and to love unconditionally.

I found my old journals. I may have deleted my Tumblr but I hoarded 15 years worth of paper and ink. I didn’t always know why I did this. I don’t have many physical memorabilia from before I was 15, I don’t know where any of it is.

My siblings and cousins would steal my diaries when I was a kid and make fun of me for all the crushes and angst I poured in there. What does a 10 year old have to be angry about? They would say “why did you write it if you didn’t want anyone to read it?”

I realize now that my audience was supposed to be me. I had so many stories and I never really let myself listen to any of them. I’ve always struggled with first drafts, and well, this is the only draft we get isn’t it? I spent all day today reading and crying and being curious and remembering and forgiving and worshipping and loving and losing and grieving and hoping and hating, even. I finally let myself look back at myself with the compassion I wish I had back then.

I thought I wanted to disappear, I thought I would have been better as a memory, I thought of myself as a background actor, an extra. I was grateful to be part of the scenery but even my innate Leo nature wouldn’t let me in my own spotlight for too long. I was tired of being seen and driven mad by the reality that I couldn’t see what other people saw— well, I couldn’t see the good bits back then, I only saw these awful faults within me whether they were real or not. I wanted to disappear, I wanted to be the right person in the right place at the right time, I wanted to be the antagonist in someone’s story, I wanted to be a tragic love interest. One of my professors used to say that romance & tragedy look pretty much the same until the end of the script and I fell a little bit in love with him.

But this isn’t TV. It’s not Fleabag. It’s not primetime or prestige and there are no awards shows. And I’m no tragedy, and this isn’t the end. I’m not a main character and I don’t wish to be. I am behind-the-scenes. I am writing, I am sketching, I am stumbling, I am surrendering. And I am ready to let other people have a look behind the curtain.

I am reopening my diaries and I am sharing them with you because healing doesn’t happen in the dark. Because self-compassion can’t be what it is without collective compassion. I am reopening these entries, not to rewrite or revise them, but to look at them with kindness, courage, compassion. And there are things that I can’t see, perspectives I cannot appreciate without other people. I have let a lot of my relationships shrink and fade and disappear and I regret that. I know you’re not supposed to regret things but I do and I’m sorry I tried to keep myself away from you this way for so long. I need you. I needed me for a long time, and now I know I can’t have all of me without you. I promise I won’t try to get rid of it all this time.

#artists on tumblr #writers on tumblr #writing #diary #journal #archive #self love #self care #cptsd #sketchbook #doodle #poetry #nostalgia #im back #ink drawing #spilled ink #indie sleaze #Spotify

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ruminate88 · 7 months

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I’m a lover because I’m a fighter

“I’m a lover because I am a fighter” - This was my mentality. Whenever I met my first narcissist I believed that love conquered all, that love was the reason I was breathing, that love was my every heartbeat, and that I could love beyond what some people could based on how I was raised in this loving Christian positive home. somehow, I loved to a fault, and my kindness got mixed up in translation with narcissistic men. They took my kindness as weakness! In my ability to love, I thought I had to love them no matter what. The first narcissist I met, his name was Jake, and he was very intimidating and controlling towards me. I was not attracted to him, and I felt bad about it, so I worked hard not to hurt his feelings. I did not want a relationship with him, but I did try to be kind and friendly towards him. There was a part of me that wanted him in my life, but I did not want to commit to a relationship with him because I realized he was only going to control me…… Somehow, Jake treated me as, “you say to yourself, you’re a lover because you’re a fighter, do you even mean that??” and made me feel guilty for not wanting to be his girlfriend. That’s insanity!!!

I had loved this guy name Jesse for 10 years and never dreamt I would love anyone else but him. Jake knew this and was consistently jealous and making me feel bad for loving Jesse and even told me why do you love him so much? He’ll never marry you, so you need to get over him …… “ Jake made me feel horrible about myself!! Eventually, Jake exploited my private pictures and he mortified me! I didn’t see how I could trust him ever again!!! I made sure I had no contact with Jake at that time. A few months later, some things happen with the Jesse guy and I’m just so crazy about him, thinking he’s my soul mate and then he gets another girlfriend. She was the third girlfriend that I was aware of that he had openly and to me, it looked like possibly they could be serious. I just could tell. 😔 My heart was crushed and it was then that I realized my mental health was not doing so great, but I also did not realize that Jake had caused me a lot of frustration too and sorrow, whenever he exploited my private pictures. I felt vulnerable and like it was hard to trust people after that, even Jesse. I had no choice but to walk away from wanting Jesse because this was his third girlfriend and I finally realized he was never going to choose me. I was 24 at that time and felt that I was wasting away in my 20s.

I felt very lost and without an identity because I had loved Jesse for 10 years, and I had been the family caretaker when I was a teenager. Plus, I was addicted to pornography all of my teenage years I just was so lost and even though I thought I had so much love to give there was times I thought sex was also love and because I wasn’t having sex, I felt like I didn’t have anyone to love me in my life . I wanted “love” so badly…. I just did not feel good enough though. That was when I wrote my first suicide note in January 2013.

Cody contacted me on Twitter just days after I posted the suicide note on Instagram. I guess my Instagram was connected to my Twitter account. Cody asked me “why would I kill myself? he thinks I’m so beautiful and that I deserve to stay, would I talk to him and get to know him?” Upon seeing his profile picture, I was in disbelief that he was real or that he would want to truly talk to me. I thought Cody was gorgeous. The most gorgeous guy I had ever saw!! Truly, a work of art lol!! But I gave Cody a chance and I started chatting with him. The whole time Cody love bombed me, I was in disbelief because I thought he was soooo gorgeous and couldn’t believe he actually thought I was “beautiful” 🥺 I felt so ugly because Jesse never chose me. Cody talked “sex” with me A LOT so in my messed up delusional head, I thought we were soooo in love and he told me he was “obsessed with me”. I was over the moon on cloud nine. It was super intense and I couldn’t eat. I knew something about the whole thing was “too crazy” but I had been so down on myself, Cody made me feel so good about myself. (That didn’t last) In the end of my relationship with Cody, he ghosted me! 😱 I was traumatized by that!!!

Then not even 6 months later I meet Andrew!! Andrew was all over me day one but I can’t remember “day 1”. I can NOT remember how I even met Andrew… I don’t remember our first hello. It’s all a “fog” to me. Just a bunch of smoke but I do remember Andrew being alll over me asking me to marry him every day for days. I was overwhelmed and wasn’t sure I was even attracted to him. He was 7 years younger than me and lived on a farm. I’m not a big animal person and Andrew had several pets!! Andrew couldn’t get his foot in the door with me because I was traumatized by Cody, I wouldn’t just let Andrew in day 1. I didn’t respond to his “will you marry me” probably the way he hoped… So, Andrew bread crumbed me for a whole summer. First he FaceTimed me and his eyes were sparkling!!!! I never saw that before in anyone!! (It tripped me up and caught me off guard. I started to think he’s actually super attractive) He would flirt with me and be super sexy but never ask me out. In the end of that summer, I ended up chasing him and before the year 2014 was up, I was totally obsessed with him!! Then in 2015, Andrew love bombed me and I thought he was the sexiest guy on the planet! I thought his “sexy talk” was everything to me. I worshiped this guy and he consumed my every waking thought. I believe Andrew put a love spell on me because why was I suddenly so obsessed with him, when upon first meeting him, wasn’t even sure if I found him attractive?? Suddenly I thought Andrew was even more gorgeous than Cody and I worshipped his whole body in an unhealthy way. He would send me nudes all the time and I would just brag on him and tell him how “desperate I was to be with him.” He knew what he was doing... He didn’t love me though or care about breaking my heart. He only wanted me to praise him and be obsessed with him!! He bragged on my body too often but not the way I bragged on him. Even after we broke up, he still hit on me and acted as if he was attracted to me still and it was so confusing!! 😩

I started out believing “I’m a lover because I’m a fighter” but after all the narcissist in my life, I was so cold and barely holding on. I felt every day I was drowning and I had to learn how to swim through the waves of depression! I hated myself and resented my own life and anyone in it. I had suicide attacks, panic attacks and anxiety attacks after I broke up with Andrew. I would hear and see things in the house. I didn’t wanna be alone because I was scared!!! Yet, I was so obsessed with Andrew, I struggled to break away from him for months I kept texting him but eventually stopped when I realize he would never care about me as more than his sex toy. 😭 I never broke away mentally though… why? It’s been so many years later and I still want to fantasize about him when I constantly remind myself what a horrible guy he is and all he put me through! (I have had no contact with him since he tried to get back into my life in 2016)

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i started tracking my fic reading (using this bangin’ tracker) because i’d love to know how much fic i actually read over the course of a year - not sure how long it will last because doing things for an entire year is not my style, but i figured i’d do some fic rec posts of stuff i liked once or twice a month if i keep it up so ! i’ve read a decent amount of fic since the beginning of the year, so here’s what i’ve got for you so far~

2023 fic recs 1️⃣

🚩 red flag: read the tags 🚩

flicker / illuminate by hollowcene - skz, minsung, 12k, t

It’s not like things in Seoul were great before the sound monster showed up.

rec comment: i will be That Guy and say I never read minsung so the fact that minsung is my first read of 2023 and my first rec is 100 percent a huge vouch for this fic. if you love world building & dynamics & FUN, then i cannot recommend this more

drown it out by rosecrush - skz, chansung, 2k, e 🚩

“ah, hyung,” jisung gasps. the way he squirms, struggling against chan—reflexively, chan bears more weight down on the arm pinning jisung’s hips in place, curls his hand tighter around jisung’s cock. jisung whines louder, knees pressing hard into chan’s sides. “please, please, i can’t—i have to—”

he cuts himself off. chan says, leveling his voice, honey-sweet, “have to what, hannie?” even though the redness of his face, flush with embarrassment, the now-constant wriggling—chan can guess.

rec comment: rosecrush i’m love you

quién lo diría by enbookcased - skz, minbinchan, 21k, e

"Did I ever tell you that pasta’s my favorite?"

"You know I don't listen when you talk about food," Minho murmured, concentrating on the task at hand. Finished chopping the garlic, he quickly added it to the large pan that was already filled to bursting with little neck clams. He topped it off with some white wine and then turned to Changbin. The pasta was already simmering away in its own pot on the stove. “All we gotta do now is wait,” he said, crossing his arms over himself.

And then he looked over at Changbin and did the weirdest thing yet: he smiled. It was awkward and fleeting, but Changbin had seen it. Changbin could probably count on one hand how many times Minho had smiled at him that didn’t involve a camera in their faces or a joke being cracked, and he couldn’t deny the effect it had on him, that it had him smiling back.

Minho's smile dropped immediately into a scowl. “Ew, what is your face doing? Stop it or it’s gonna get stuck that way.”

rec comment: the dynamics were fun, i enjoyed reading this as it updated, i especially loved the exploration of dynamics in the first two chapters as things were building

The Minor Fall, the Major Lift by hope_and_hardship - skz, soobgyu, 43k, m

Beomgyu looked down at his guitar and wondered if he’d ever be strong enough to put it away for good.

The trouble was he could run away from everyone he knew, could delete accounts, could change cities, but he couldn’t run away from himself. And the guitar was just part of him now.

But, goddamn, he was too young to feel this old and washed up.

rec comment: obsessed with this entire fic, a banger from start to finish. the heady commentary on art and the ways it we abandon it, and it abandons us, but never truly leaves us, and the ways we need to move on, and the ways we grow. the relationship felt so sweet and organic, and this is the best side character yoongi i’ve ever read in my entire life, literally huge rec

you and me (the series) by flying_dream - skz, jilix, 200k, e

When Jisung moves to Seoul for university, he just wants a fresh start. Study a course he actually enjoys, possibly make some new friends, find meaning in his life again: the works.

Then he meets Lee Felix and his entire world turns upside down.

rec comment: this was a reread because this fic has been lodged deeply in my head ever since i read it the first time. i LOVE It. i can’t even express how much i love it, how often i think of the elements of this fic, how well done they were?? it honestly floors me to think about what they did with this, and how it was over 200k and neither reading it the first or the second time did it EVER feel like over 200k lmao

Law of Probability by rhythmsextion - skz, binchan, 6k, e

In which Changbin loses a bet and is subsequently dared to give Chan a lap dance. And everyone gets to watch.

rec comment: what it says on the tin. it’s fun!

In Sheep's Clothing by Mntsnflrs - skz, chanlix, e, 36k 🚩

“I’m sorry about this,” the man said. He took a sip of his coffee before continuing, “It’s the lesser of two evils. A mother and her young children, or a single kid. It has to be you.”

rec comment: listen daddy kink is pretty much always a hard boiled no for me but just skimming the first few paragraphs of this fic had me immediately hooked, i’m feral over this fic. the delivery of the pov did something to me that i can’t even explain. i will never recover from how good it is.

Collateral Damage by Mntsnflrs - skz, chanlix, e, 12k 🚩

Chan gets a boyfriend, and Felix doesn't deal with it.

rec comment: another felix pov that just fucks severely, i’m obsessed with how weirdly dysfunction this chanlix is - as GOD INTENDED.

fundamental mentalities by upottery - skz, binchan, chansung, minchan, 8k, e

The taut bowstring that runs along Chan's spine loosens for a moment, lets him straighten and cross the room in a few strides to the wall where Minho’s waiting. He doesn’t bother facing him, skips instead to resting his head on his folded arms, holding them above his shoulders. When he turns, his cheek hits the cold glass. He can feel Minho’s icy stare, sees it in the reflection only barely.

“That wasn’t so hard.” Minho says, low. “At least someone can listen around here.”

rec comment: ongoing bottom chan saga which i love, upottery writes bangers, i’m love u latte

this is what drives me crazy by ghosthunter - skz, hyunsung, 3ra, 8k, e 🚩

"Changbin-ah," Chan says, twisting around in his desk chair. "Can you go grab us drinks? I think Hannie could use one."

rec comment: LOVE an exploration of kink and discomfort and sex and relationships and how polyamorous arrangements relate and liking something because it gets someone else off and like, it’s all JAM PACKED in here with two of my fave ships so like god. fuck yeah. and pee!

winter in busan by booooin - bts, yoonmin, e, 43k 🚩

Alternate history!au. In a world where the Korean war never happened, Busan is the trashcan of the world, run by three clans (the Min, the Gwan, and the Bang) and able to feed itself only through the toxic waste processing industries and the polluting mining industries. Park Jimin is a Korean American who comes to Busan on business.

This fic is about environmental imperialism and the struggles of decolonization.

rec comment: honestly still chewing on this, it hits a bunch of my IMMENSE hit-or-miss tropes but god i thought the themes were handled well and like... the elements were worked in so well... the characterization... bonkers. wow.

#2023ficrecs #not sure if i'll do the comments every time #i used to do these and i didn't bother #but now that i leave more comments #it feels natural to add it in... idk~#alex fic haul #I FORGOT I HAD A TAG - cute

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sorapikayue · 1 year

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When you realize...

That your fervent wishes upon stars to have pretty dresses were never about just wanting pretty dresses. I asked myself why for several months when I was 7 years old I fervently wished every night to have pretty dresses and to have things in general. I thought for the longest time that I wasn't that deep as a child, that maybe I really was an empty person with no real personality other than that. And it's been within the last year that I thought about why that was, especially with exploring being Nonbinary gender. If I was nonbinary, why was I so obsessed with wearing something that made me look like a girl when I was a kid? It was the most noteable thing about me from back then that people remember. My mom remembering how bad I wanted to be a princess that she knew nothing else about me. She remembered I was smart in school, but never knew I struggled with reading comprehension, or didn't truly know what my social struggles were. She did not know how much I enjoyed playing with my brothers erector set, but never knew how to communicate that. Or how much I loved video games, but never knew how to communicate that. Or how much I loved building things and putting things together. I could hyperfocus on putting something together, but didn't know what that was or what it meant. She just remembered I liked dolls and pink. But in thinking about why I fervently wished for pretty dresses...it was because I noticed that whenever I wore dresses, the world was kinder to me. I was bullied really bad in school. By the time I was in the 2nd grade , I started to struggle with my self esteem and really took notice of what people were actually making fun of me about. And I also remember when I was in the 1st grade, people were kinder to me when I was " pretty". The world was much softer when I was pretty. And back then, my association with prettiness was with dresses and princesses...so I felt if I looked like a princess, the world would be kinder to me. I would be bullied less. But the thing was, I was pretty active when I was a kid. I did a lot of activities that a dress just wasn't practical for. I always had to run around and do cart wheels and roll around in the grass...wearing a dress wasn't always a reasonable choice unless I had shorts underneath. It wasn't until the 3rd grade that I understood that dresses had a time and a place, and they weren't to play outside in. As time went on, I fell in love with them less and less because they were limiting. Though admittedly, I did realize there was a couple of things that still followed me to adulthood that I still loved about dresses. The dresses I favored and wanted to wear all the time as a kid were the ones that when I spun around, they went up and all around me in a circle. Or the ones that if I sat down, it would go " floof" all around me. As and adult, I find those dresses fun and satisfying. But most dresses as I got older were dresses that emphasized my curvy body, or were meant to bring out feminine features rather than just being fluffy and cute. It's hard to find ones now that don't put too much emphasis on the parts of my body I am , even in my thirties, uncomfortable with. So now I make my wishes come true. I actually do make cosplay and make my own clothes, and that means my dresses can be exactly what I want them to be. They can be flowy , artful, and fluffy while telling a story....and at the same time I'm learning what cuts and shapes flatten out my curves so I can enjoy dresses without gender dysphoria. As for the world being kinder to me...I have a lot of neurodivergent traits, so no matter how pretty or pleasing I make myself look, the world will never be kind to me unless we make it better for people like me. But I'm also lucky because I have a wonderful and loving partner and other people in my life making the world kinder, as well as finding so much about life that is kind and beautiful. So it's better for me to learn to be pleasing to myself.

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I have been, obsessed with this, thick red belt, and I'm hoping to have everything put together for our renaissance festival this year. It has been, a journey, but it's something I want to share because, costuming, making, art, can all be trial and error. Sometimes things don't work. Sometimes you don't know the material you work with. Sometimes you like the idea of something and invest a lot of time and resources into it to learn the actual thing is not quite what you hoped. This is the third try of my third attempt, but, it may be the one.

For some reason I liked the design I'd see, typically on asian inspired characters with big, chunky rope accents. Belts, braids, tie backs, what have you. Something about that spoke to me, but trying to look up and shop for, rope belts or braided belts wasn't giving me what I wanted. I could find braid by the yard in an acceptable color, but I wanted something with some serious girth. The ropes I found in the right dimensions were usually synthetic, or extremely rough. Which is why, to discover if the thing I coveted was truly an object I desired. I would need to build it.

Originally when I was trying my bronze casting at home, I wanted to use that for the ring, but never got the molds right. Then I started with tons of extra fabric I had around. Tried dying it red with, arguable and varying "success". When that didn't work I ordered several spools of waxed linen thread but found it to be, for one, rather expensive, but then slightly too short after all the twisting. This version is using a cotton macrame thread because it was much cheaper and I could just go ham.

Each version was, twisted. Then to see if I liked it better, undone and braided. I would separate the threads, come them out, stretch them out to make everything as tight and uniform as I could. I tried waxing this thread but it just felt dirty and sticky so I stuck with plain thread.

I do like where it is. It's seen in this photo with a sash made from a vintage kimono silk I ordered online. I like how they compliment each other, and I'm realizing that I'm falling into my usual trap where I focus so much on a few detailed pieces, I, typically forget about clothes to wear with it.

I just wanted to share that. It, didn't work the first time. That can be discouraging, with the time and the resources wasted, but, that's part of learning and getting better.

#larp costume #renaissance festival #cosplay wip #belt #sash

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dont take it like im trying to pressure u or anything i just wanted to say i miss ur art sm. like u were the first artist who actually inspired me to keep going with my art. at the time i was really depressed and s/icidal and discovering ur art and also marina thru u made me so happy, your art and her music always made my days better 💗💗💗 and i also miss being like 15 and being obsessed with total drama and everyone being active on here. sorry i just saw some total drama edit on instagram and felt nostalgic 🥺 anyway love u always 💗

WHY DID IT TAKE ME A LITERAL YEAR TO RESPOND TO THIS I'M SO VERY SORRY (IF YOU'RE STILL OUT HERE ON TUMBLR DOT COM) i haven't really looked at my askbox a ton the last couple of.............. years honestly oh gosh

you have no idea how much it means to me to hear this, THANK YOU!!!! (´;___;`) 💗💗 for as far as i know i've always been Just Some Person sharing my fanart online because of my love for the shows i was drawing, and it always filled my heart to the brim whenever people were able to find enjoyment in what i created❣❣❣ (˶ ◜꒡◝ ˵) and the thought i even INSPIRED you to keep going with art is more valuable to me than anything else!!!!!!!!!!! i really hope you are still making art and expressing yourself through it, it's such an amazing medium and i know for a fact everything you create has to be so wonderful!!!!! 🌞💝

ALSO I'M SO GLAD I GOT TO INTRODUCE YOU TO MARINA HEHE THE QUEEN!!!!! OUR QUEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 💖👑💖 i truly feel so grateful to know i was able to play a part/help with making your days better!!! you definitely brightened mine with this message❕❕ 🥹💙💙 it's interactions like these that honestly make me miss posting art online the most... it's such a shame i had a very unpleasant experience primarily in my last year of art school, which left me with an art block that lasted YEARS. i really felt like i had lost a part of myself back then because of it, which i've been slowly trying to rebuilt since, and i think i'm finally getting to a point where i've regained my ability to derive true joy from art once more! i've been thinking about uploading art again, i guess right now i also just feel kind of hesitant because of the rise of AI art & the chance that my works might end up being used to feed some computer program (as has happened to so many other artists, without their consent :( ) but we'll see!! cause i definitely feel inspired to start sharing more of my love for fashion online too, which for me at this point is very intrinsically tied to my art :D i'd like to get to a point where i can draw/design any piece i adore and then sew them irl as accurately to the original drawing as i can :>

"i also miss being like 15 and being obsessed with total drama and everyone being active on here" GOD I RELATE the old deviantart/tumblr days used to be so fun... well, i've heard they unfortunately weren't always fun for everybody (we were all teens with many feelings & opinions & not so much social grace), i think i'm somewhat "lucky" to have always been kind of a Neutral(??) party cause i honestly never truly knew what was going on between people and was just blissfully sharing my art... therefore i'm still able to look back at those times and remember them fondly 💙💜 i'm happy to hear it's the same for you!!! nostalgia is such a lovely feeling! AND we must always remember that there are still so many many more lovely memories to be made in the future that we have yet to experience (◍ˊ•͈ ᗜ •͈ˋ◍)!!!🎔

anyway, i hope you are doing well nowadays!!! I LOVE AND APPRECIATE U TOO, ALWAYS 💗💗💗💗

#thank you so much for sending me this!!!!#HUGS AND KISSES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SO MANY OF THEM #ask #Anonymous #happy tag #:D ♡♡♡♡♡#long post #OOPS

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englishbreakfasttae · 2 years

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obsession | jjk

➵ Summary :

You learn hacking from a stranger on the internet but end up clicking on the wrong website. Will he help you clean up the mess?

➵ Warnings : 🔞

This work of fiction contains dark themes and may not be suitable for all readers, masturbation (male), nudity, yandere character, stalking, manipulation, alcohol abuse, mention of death, and violence.

➵ Word count : 6.3k

➵ Masterlist : click here

➵ Author’s note : this the unedited and might contain many typos. i’m so sorry for updating so late, i had semesters final exams.

➵ Tags : @ mwitsmejk @articpup @ darkuni63 @ hgema

Art credit : NaBHaN (devianart)

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C H A P T E R 4 :-

P E O P L E A R E C R A Z Y

"We all go a little mad sometimes."

- Norman Bates, Psycho

Wendy’s POV –

You were her first kiss. It was a simple dare for you, but a cathartic revelation for her. She had a crush on you as a kid but thought it was just friendly love because a passionate relationship could only exist between a man and a woman, or that’s what her parents taught her. She grew up into a beautiful and accomplished woman and realised it’s okay for a girl to like another girl. She knew that that kiss with you was a just dare but you were her first, and she fell deeply in love with you. You were always there, always.

It was painful to know you didn’t feel the same, you still don’t and you probably never will. So, she closeted her feelings towards you. Her parents found out when they saw her in bed with her female tutor. They had an image to carry so they fired the tutor and told their daughter to cage her feelings, they made the latter date rich guys who’d marry her and take over the family business because she is just a woman.

She carried on with her life trying to be a good student, the valedictorian her parents always wanted her to be. She felt like someone stabbed her in the heart every time she saw you with Jimin but she was happy for you, nonetheless. She liked when you smiled. But she could never put it past her lips to tell anybody her dirty little secret. Not even when she knew you’d only support her. It came with baggage, after all.

Then she met Hobi who understood her and treasured her regardless, it made her develop affection towards him. The best part was that her parents liked him and her life was set. But her feelings for you remained. A sliver of hope was ignited in her gut when you broke up with Jimin. Maybe you’d finally see her now, right?

She slept with him because in her drunken state she thought it fit to take revenge. Revenge for not reading between the lines when she gave you enough hints. For not wanting her the way she wants you. Or perhaps it wasn’t revenge at all. She hates to admit it but deep down she knows she wanted to taste the same lips that tasted you, she wanted to drown herself in your scent, she wanted to be under the same sheets that you once used to be. She unknowingly wanted to break your heart to make things even. Obsession can be of many forms; this was one of them.

It got worse when you met that Jungkook guy online. And for some reason, she thinks he brought bad omen with him, like the plague. She doesn’t know whether it is pure jealousy that brands her biased or perhaps he truly is the devil, her heart starts racing every time you say his name. He is the reason why you got yourself muddled in that mess with a stalker.

She doesn’t trust him, rightfully so.

She trusts her intuition which, once again, proves her right. The last few weeks of the last semester was excruciatingly painful for her. Not only does she have to live with the guilt of hooking up with her best friend’s ex, but she also has to see a frown on your face every time you run into her. You live together after all. When she told you about her misdoings, she expected you to scream at her, to even throw a vase at her. She deserved it. But all you did was look at her in disbelief for what felt like hours.

She couldn’t even meet your gaze; the guilt was killing her alive. It was only then that she realised that you had left the room when she heard your bedroom’s door slam.

Today is the day she will be graduating with you. You had planned to go to the venue together and take memorable pictures. It was a pact made of stone but broken ever so quickly as if it was hit with a bulldozer. She heard you leave the apartment early in the morning, your department’s graduation ceremony was to start earlier. Miserable in her sheets, she held your high school yearbook clenched tightly in her arms. It wasn’t the official yearbook, the two of you had created it as an inside joke, painting you both as the main characters of this particular montage of photos. A testimony that you lived these memories together.

Her intentions to open the photobook was innocent but it was soon met with bewilderment. In almost all the group photos she found a boy staring at you. At first, she took it as a coincidence when it was evident in only two or three photos. But the numbers kept increasing, and her confidence in considering it normal kept decreasing.

The boy had dark hair which covered most of his face. He had a crooked jaw and was dressed in dark and baggy clothes. It seemed as if he was going through an emo phase. But his jaw looked concerning as if it had survived a massive blow and was dislocated in the process. Skimming through the collage she found one picture where his whole face was visible. There was something about his doe eyes and broad nose that brought a sense of familiarity in her.

Who could it be? She scanned through the official yearbook that was previously tucked safely below her bed. Pages kept turning but her attempt to recognise that face was in vain. Suddenly, she came across a name that she has recently become acquainted with – Jeon Jungkook.

Her fingertips freeze on its track.

Is this the same Jungkook? More importantly, did you know about this? She doesn’t remember much from the night you went to meet Jungkook for the first time. She doesn’t even remember how he looks from the photo you showed her. She mentally face-palms herself for being drunk that night. Regardless of whether she has his photo or not she has a feeling she has seen those doe eyes recently somewhere.

But she is at a loss of ideas when she tries to call you or text you, but neither do you pick up the phone nor do you see the text. So, she leaves you a voicemail asking you if you knew Jungkook from school or not, all the while she hurries to the university, half-dressed.

Throwing her graduation gown over her frame, she makes a beeline for the apartment entrance. The door swings open uncovering a man standing right outside. She had only run across him once; the day he had moved in. Distracted by the lengthy gown, she whips her head in her mysterious neighbour’s direction.

“Can I help you?”

He wears his hair in a pompadour and his ripped body clad in a black suit. He stands with perfect composure yet there’s something about his twitching hand that makes her look up. It’s when she meets his doe eyes scanning her frame, the realisation hits her.

“Oh my- you-”

Smirking dauntingly, he pushes her inside the apartment. One hand clenching her back, and the other palming her mouth, restraining her from screaming – he shuts the door with a loud bang.

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Jimin’s POV –

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. We have landed at Incheon International Airport where the local time is 11:30 and the temperature is 21 degrees. We hope you have enjoyed your flight with American Airlines this evening and wish you a very safe journey to your final destination.”

His heart pounds, and his hand begins to feel clammy against his bouncing knee. He breaks into a sweat as he gets up and tugs his suitcase from the luggage compartment. He starts to pace back and forth, stomping his feet impatiently while he waits for the other passengers to step out. The very act of thinking was hurting his brain, and his heart was still threatening to burst forth from his ribcage.

It will take him around half an hour to reach your university. You don’t know that he’ll be present at your graduation ceremony but how could he miss your big day? He doesn’t know how to face you after what he did. Of course, Wendy must have told you. You are best friends after all.

It took him everything he had to refrain from not fighting for you when you had told him that you didn’t love him anymore seven months ago. Maybe it was all in his head – you telling him you didn’t feel the spark any longer. He respected you more than he craved you. So, he did what his stupid brain thought was fit. He agreed with you to take a break, which turned out to be indefinite.

Breaks are supposed to end, and patch-ups are supposed to follow. That’s how true love works. He couldn’t move on from the never-ending separation from you. Somehow, it seemed like you did move on. But then he ran into you in that café and your cheeks turned crimson red when he said you looked pretty.

It can’t be a mere coincidence, right?

He was raised to take over his father’s business empire after him which, in a way, pushed him away from you. Busy schedules, tiring days, frustrated moods – everything piled up to build a wall between you and him. But he didn’t let that affect him when you gave him a second chance. One thing led to another and you ended up having phone sex with him. He booked a flight right away, attracted to you like a moth to a flame. That night you let him touch you, feel you up, have him graze his tongue against yours. It would have escalated had it not been for that creepy stalker.

You must still love him.

All it took for him to realise that he was not over you was when Wendy, your best friend, was under him; getting pounded on the mattress. He enjoyed it at the moment but when it ended it took away his dignity. Holding it tight, he sobbed in his pillow while Wendy snored beside him. Feeling overwhelmed, he wanted to call you but he couldn’t since he had attained the knowledge that you had started dating.

“Fuck,” he mumbled, eyeing the purple velvet box in his hand that contains the twinkling diamond ring he had picked for you many months ago, thinking of proposing soon but the ring never saw a day on your fingers. You had broken up many times in the past but it always led to steamy and passionate make up sex. He has not lost hope yet. Whoever this Jungkook guy is, he doesn’t have the kind of history with you as Jimin has, and he will prove it to you at any cost.

He is obviously not going to pop the question today, no. That will only result in an imprint of your hand forming on his cheek. He has to win you back. And he will cross just about any limits for that to happen. For months he has been keeping an eye on your social media updates, even had your passwords which to his dismay you ended up changing. He guesses it’s because of the stalker because he’s positive that you did not realise that he knows all your passwords, or at least knew. Perhaps throughout the years the love he had for you planted a seed of this burning obsession possesses that makes him want to consume every bit of you.

“Please, ____, please take me back,” he slurs under his breath making the taxi driver turn his head in confusion.

“Huh?” He quirks his eyebrow. “You said something?”

“Uh, nothing.”

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Jungkook’s POV –

Cold wind wafts inside the room, making him pull the blanket higher. He lays on his bed, stripped naked, his angry and reddened cock standing tall, precum oozing out of it. He palms it slowly, whining when the sensation is too much to take. Grabbing the sheets, he opens one eye to sneak a peek at your nude form on his laptop screen.

You enter your room, dropping the pastel pink towel around your body and throwing it back in your bathroom. Your nipple perks up and your breasts bounce as you strut around to gather your belongings. You look tensed when you lift your head to massage your neck, slowly applying moisturiser all over your skin. It makes his cock twitch, making him fasten his pace. He glares at you lustfully, releasing croaked groans in his wake.

He wanted you so bad, his hand just isn’t enough to quench his thirst. He wanted your mouth around his pulsating shaft, bobbing your head up and down, sucking his filthy cock dry. He wanted to thrust vehemently in your throat, making you choke. He wanted you to swallow his cum when he painted the insides of your cheeks all white, being a good girl for him. And then he wanted to pull you by your hair and kiss you passionately, tasting his sins in the process. He wanted to leave beautiful purple bruises all over your neck just like the matching sweater you wore the first time you met him, or so you thought.

Just the mere thought of you lying naked and tied under him, completely under the mercy of his wicked intentions, makes him cum so hard that his eyes roll to the back of his skull. He groans loudly, arching his back as warm liquid smears all over the blanket and the sheets.

“Fuck, ____!” he hisses as oversensitivity seizes him, draining the blood out of his brain.

Throwing the blanket on the floor, he hastily gets up. His plump butt is now fully on display as the sun propels its velvety glow over his body. He has grown bulkier and stronger. Spending hours of weightlifting and boxing have paid off. Not only is he chiselled like a Greek god, but he also has the strength to overpower anyone during any time, all according to his plan.

He looks back at your now fully dressed form; applying makeup while you sadly glance at the mirror. It’s the same mirror that you like to look at when you touch yourself during nights of passion and lust. But you look tired and aloof when you ogle back at the ornamental mirror, decorated with bronze flowers as the frame. He rejoices his decision to hack into your monitor’s webcam, it has been a source of pleasure for both his emotional and physical needs.

He doesn’t have to wait anymore; you are going to become his today. He has tried many times in the past to initiate moments of desire with you when his hands travelled to forbidden places on your body that awaits his traces. But you always pulled away, making one excuse or the other. He never understood why. All these forms of surveillance he has over you, yet cannot put a finger on what goes inside your head.

He burns with jealousy when he thinks about that night your mouth melted in Jimin’s, how he was seconds away from undressing you fervently. He hated the way you looked at that brat, with nothing but love. He wanted to kill that pest but it was impossible. It would’ve led to a disaster that would pull you away from him forever. So, he did whatever was in his power. He bolted from his apartment next door and with the duplicate keys her had acquired by fucking the building owner, he cut the power in your building. It obviously had consequences, so did his resolution to break all the CCTV cameras in your building up till your floor. But he will do anything to have you.

He doesn’t love you, no. But he feels something stronger for you. It stems from feeling rejected, insulted, abused, and tortured during his blossoming age. He recalls the day he moved into that little town of yours. His first day in your school was the best day of his life because he met you. Of course, you didn’t pay much attention to him, it was just a glance towards his crooked face – something that was a result of the numerous blows he received one day when his father came home drunk and angry, dislocating his jaw. It was the last straw for his mother, she left the house with Jungkook the very next day and moved to your town.

He had a rough childhood, the kind of life one would never wish even on their enemies. His father was an abusive monster, and his mother was a joke of a human being. He tortured her and she let him torture her. She didn’t even bat an eye when her son became the victim of his rage, rather she looked relieved that she could go on days without having red and purple bruises forming all over her body. He guesses he’ll never know why she chose to leave his father that day. Maybe seeing her son’s ugly and damaged face made her heart melt. Though, she never took him to a doctor. He had to live on painkillers that he stole from his mother’s drugs stash.

He laughs whenever someone mentioned taking the help of law enforcement because they don’t care about people who truly need help. Fifty police cars will pull up at once if a celebrity or a politician tripped but who wants to take care of a low-life battered kid?

People pitied him whenever they saw his broken face from then on. He hated it when they looked at him for more than five seconds. However, everything changed when he met you. His body was shaking with nervousness when he had first joined your class but a wave of calmness took over him when he looked at you. You looked ethereal, your long hair framed your rosy cheeks and your little fingers scribbled something away in your notebook. You took his pain away with the way you furrowed your brows, probably writing something important.

He wanted to kiss you.

Then you looked up and met his gaze, making him quickly look away. He felt insecure, he did not want you to pity him or even worse, be disgusted by him. Nevertheless, he was just as curious to find out your response so he quickly peeked at you, leaving him in utter shock. You smiled at him the moment you caught him staring. You were not like the others, you admired him like he was your equal. There was no sign of pity in your demeanour. He fell for you that day.

Years passed by and he became invisible. His social anxiety ceased his chances to grow courage and at least say a friendly hello to you. To his dismay, you never tried either. You completely forgot about him. You found yourself an older, rich and strikingly good-looking boyfriend – Park Jimin. But he never lost hope, he lurked in the corners, observed your every move, your likes and dislikes, your turn-ons and turn-offs. He read you like poetry, and he memorised you like the roadway to heaven.

You were taken away from him in eleventh grade when the class population was reshuffled according to your majors. He wasn’t intelligent enough to land in your class, shattering his hope. All he could do was sniff your used panties that he had stolen, among other items, and weep deafeningly for his loss.

His father tried to make a comeback when he realised that Jungkook had landed quite a fortune after his maternal grandparents passed away. He was eligible for the riches once he turned eighteen. Hence, on his eighteenth birthday, his father made an uninvited appearance that left Jungkook in revisiting his trauma. So, he did what he had to. His father was never heard from after that day. No one suspected a thing since it was common for him to go missing every now and then.

But by that time his mother had been wasted by her own demons and paralysis engulfed her in its shadows. He knew what he had to do with all the wealth he had secured. He decided to get plastic surgery done to fix his once eye-catching looks, a feature he inherited from his mother – that eventually succumbed to the hideousness he wielded.

Jungkook tried to forget about you, he really did. And he was successful. He stopped stalking you and tried to move forward when you started college but fate had a sick way of reuniting old flames. He found you on Reddit just when he thought he could get over you. It’s like you chased him, screamed in his ears for attention. So, he gave it to you.

“Hey, ____. I know you are mad at me, rightfully so. But I just wanted your attention on something very very important. I was going through our school yearbook and I found someone named Jeon Jungkook on it. I don’t want to alarm you or anything but did you know him since school? The guy you are currently dating. I don’t know, I’ve never met him but it’s a little weird, don’t you think? …And ____, I’m truly sorry for what I did, there’s no excuse for me to defend myself this time. If I could go back in time, I would change everything. I will do anything for you to have you trust me again. Please forgive me… And congratulations. I’ll see you at uni.”

Throwing the phone away with rage, he pulls his pants up. Of course, the bitch has to interrupt his persuasions yet again. He is glad he tapped your phone and has access to all forms of your communication. He is also glad that the wanted person in question lives next door, making his purpose much easier. This time he is going all in, just for you.

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You hug Jisoo tight while awkwardly glancing at her boyfriend, Yoongi, who keeps fidgeting around like a lost puppy. That fortunate day in the library, when Yoongi had rudely coughed at you lots for talking loudly, had resulted in a union that surprised not only you but Jisoo herself.

He clears his throat and nods at you, his own way of congratulating you. Their personalities are polar opposite, yet they fit like puzzle pieces.

You are standing in an open field, decorated with themed ribbons, garlands, and tents – surrounded by a cluster of graduates wandering here and there in their graduation gowns and DIY-ed mortarboards. Many are accompanied by friends and family. There are numerous chairs covered in embellished pastel blue cloth by the stage, two of them probably occupied by your mother and father.

“You haven’t seen Wendy by any chance, have you?” Jisoo treads carefully when she asks you. She knows you are not on talking terms but she doesn’t know why, and she has enough patience to wait till you are comfortable to open up to her.

Surprisingly, you haven’t seen Wendy today as well. You like to think that she hid away because she’s too embarrassed to face you and your family, that’s what she has been doing ever since she told you about her misdeeds. You had dreamt of enjoying the day with her for years but now it seems peaceful not having to deal with the drama she brings with her. You just want to get over with today’s shenanigans.

“No, I have not,” you say. “Your distribution ceremony is about to start, right?”

“Yeah. Maybe she is already waiting in the hall.” She places a soft kiss on your cheek. “See you later, tiger!”

Removing the mortarboard, you hug Jisoo tight and share your goodbyes when she leaves with her boyfriend and family to celebrate her graduation. You search in the crowd for any trace of Jungkook. He was supposed to be present during your graduation ceremony because your parents invited him but you couldn’t find a single trace of him.

Your heart aches in your ribs when the realisation hits you that maybe Jungkook did not want to be a part of it, maybe you are moving forward too fast. You were worried about the progression of your relationship to the point that you’d ignore his advances even when your core throbbed for his attention. Shaking your head, you try to get rid of sinister thoughts clouding your mind.

“Congratulations!” a soft voice acknowledges from the back, making your heels spin in its direction. Your jaw drops as you glare at the devil. Jimin smiles at you, pretending to be innocent yet the undertone of his quirked lips says otherwise.

“What are you doing here?” You spit. Your venomous tone makes him shudder, making you clench your first, drawing crescents in your palm.

“That’s not how you thank someone.”

You take a step forward and glare at him. “After what you did? Jimin, get the fuck out of my face.”

You try to walk away only to be pulled back by his strong arm. His fist holds your wrist hostage as he peeks back at you. You know this look, it’s the same as how he looked at you when he first told you that he loved you. You fell for it back then but all it makes you feel right now is the want to pull your arm back and punch him in the face.

“I need to talk to you. I need to apologise. I know that no excuse can cover my actions. I was drunk and needy. I didn’t think twice. I hated myself when I woke up the next day. I regret it so fucking much!” he chokes. “But we broke up months ago. Why does it bother you so much? Unless, you-”

Taken aback, you fume with newfound anger. “Why does it bother me? She’s my best friend, for fuck’s sake!” Or was. You snatch your wrist out of his grip and take a step backwards.

He searches for something in your eyes. Was it hope? If yes, then what for? Just as he is about to say something, your parents interrupt him. “Ah Jimin-ah, here you are! You left us alone among other boring parents.”

You glare at him, signalling him to leave. Whether he comprehends your actions or not, he chooses to ignore them and bow towards your parents, pretending everything is fine between you. Your parents hesitantly join him on either side, wondering why on earth do you have your ex with you rather than your current beau.

You wonder why, too.

Your father, being the polite man that he is, exchanges his pleasantries with Jimin – talking about the weather, politics, and what not – all the while Jimin keeps stealing glances at you making you want to punch him in the face.

Your mother, taking advantage of their occupied state, pulls you by your elbow and whispers in your ear, “where is your boyfriend?”

You want to correct her for using the term ‘boyfriend’ because you barely think your relationship has progressed all that much, but you bite your tongue, not wanting to create a bigger mess. Instead, you choose to simply answer her question, “I don’t know. I tried calling him earlier, but his phone is switched off, apparently.”

“My goodness! I hope he’s okay,” anxiously, she pulls you closer; as if you’ll vanish if she doesn’t hold tighter. Her motherly instinct is clearly kicking in as if she knows something is wrong. She has the same suspicions when she visited during Christmas. “You haven’t eaten anything since morning, you must be starving. Let’s go someplace to eat, and you text him the address. He’ll come eventually if everything’s alright with him.”

Your gut starts rumbling, making you clutch it tighter. You don’t know whether it’s purely from hunger – now that food has been mentioned, your stomach wants it, or it’s from worrying about Jungkook. You hope he is okay. Or maybe you are just overthinking. He should be fine.

When your mother tells the party about your dinner plans, Jimin jumps in uninvited to accompany – or rather sponsor the dinner celebration. You accidentally (not), step on Jimin’s expensive leather shoe, making him flinch and grunt in pain. To your dismay, it does not deter him to annoy you till the end.

“I’ll meet you at the restaurant, I’ll first have to check in a hotel, drop my suitcase, and make some phone calls,” he explains. You hadn’t noticed a small black suitcase standing beside Jimin. He had come prepared; you don’t know for what reasons. And you plan on being ignorant as long as he stays away.

Unbeknown to you, Jimin turns around the corner of your university’s perimeters – his suitcase rolling after him – when veiny hand carrying pepper spray sprits it all over his face, straining his eyes. In the isolated corner, rather less visited by the attendants, Jimin gets dragged as he tries to struggle and scream in agony. But it goes in vain when the thick muscular arm of the perpetrator creates a hindrance, making Jimin’s voice drown in his palm.

“It’s your day sweetheart,” your father nudges you. “Where do you want to eat?”

You look around the campus, one last sweep hoping to spot your doe-eyed boyfriend amidst the huge crowd dispersing in every direction possible. Defeated, you nod your head.

“Italian sounds good. Let’s go to Jangseng Geongangwon.” You want to hurt Jimin’s pocket, if not his feelings the way he hurt yours. You look at your hopeful parents, they wait for the cab innocently. No matter how badly you want to avoid Jimin, you can’t bring yourself to explain to your parents what actually happened, it’ll ruin the day. So, you suck it up.

Reaching the destination after a small cab ride, you sigh in relief. Your stomach had been grumbling all day due to nervousness and hunger. Your mother pays the cab driver and while you wait outside, arm clamped around your father’s.

“Don’t you think this place is a bit upscale?”

“It is upscale,” you shrug. “But Jimin can afford it. He wanted to treat us, here we are.” Hearing you say it so simply makes him chuckle. Your mother joins the party and you enter the restaurant cum bar.

The interiors are mostly wooden with a dim-lit setting. There is a long bar adorned with every variety of alcohol imaginable. The oak brown bar stools welcome you like an old friend. You gesture at the bar, nodding in your parents’ direction while they make a beeline for the restroom. Just old people things – the need to use a restroom every now and then in short intervals.

You had sent a text to Jungkook when you had reached along with your live location, so it’ll be easier for him to find you when he is free from whatever was holding him occupied. You don’t want to overthink but alarming thoughts enter your mind, trying to take your collective sanity away.

What if he doesn’t want to see you anymore?

What if he met someone else?

What if something serious happened to his mother?

What if something serious happened to him?

You gulp hard, thinking about the last possibility. He better be safe. The word “safe” reminds you of the past few months. Safety has been your top priority but you had mostly failed to meet it. Your mind wanders to the letters, the texts, the pillow, the dead rat. And you wonder who could’ve been so cruel to want to hurt you like that.

And if wanting to hurt you was the purpose, why have they stopped suddenly?

You haven’t received any form of communication from EAP, or whoever that is. You should be happy about it, a huge burden of protecting yourself from the unknown has been lifted.

But it still feels like it’s not over, as if it’s the calm before the storm.

You had ordered a gin martini and your parents were busy munching on Spiedini - delicious meat and onion kebabs. You had ordered Italian Meatballs, the impeccable cure to your hunger, and its taste did not leave you disappointed. Eating a proper meal while enjoying a cocktail at a bar wasn’t the conventional way to do it, but when have you ever wanted to approach life conventionally?

Jimin hadn’t arrived yet, making your parents come up with an explanation. He’s your ex and he would probably not want to be in the same room as your current love interest, right? They try calling him nonetheless, just confirming whether he reached his hotel safely but he doesn’t answer, making them worry. You couldn’t care less about him, he has a habit of vanishing and appearing back without any warning. That’s just classic Jimin.

Boredom hits you soon along with the stimulus of the third drink you had that evening. It’s difficult for you to understand what the bartender is saying to you. Or is he even talking to you? Drinking on an empty stomach is never a bright idea, so is mixing different kinds of alcohol all at once. You probably shouldn’t have done that. But we all have our vices, don’t we?

You took out your phone to drunk text Jungkook, asking for explanations even. But you stop in your track when you see a voicemail sent by Wendy. Squinting your eyes, you try taking a clearer view of the timestamp and notice that it was sent in the morning after you had left your shared apartment. Had you been sober, you would have ignored it because it makes you feel upset but you were drunk and bored and lonely.

You try to click on your screen, aiming it pointlessly, but your fingers shake and you end up clicking on another voicemail. It was an older one sent by a classmate of yours. Annoyed, you grumble and take another sip of your hard drink while the audio keeps playing over the background music in the restaurant.

Someone takes away the drink from your hold, making you form a pout and grumble harder. “No fair!”

“That’s enough for today, ____.”

Your head spins in the deep voice’s direction faster than Barry Allen jumps from one timeline to the other. His doe eyes burn holes into yours, his furrowed brows look worried and a selfish part of you enjoys the fact that he cares about your wellbeing. His muscular arm puts the drink on the bar’s table. You hear your father say something followed by your mother but perhaps due to the plastered state of your mind, or maybe the presence of Jungkook in his black shirt pulled up to his elbow makes everything feel like white noise.

“Why are you here?” you ask stupidly, covering your mouth quickly to take back what you just said. He takes a step closer, making heat rise in your body. Is it the alcohol or is it his presence, or both?

“You texted me the address, remember?”

“Oh,” you lower your head in anticipation. “Where were you all day?”

“I had an emergency.” You look up at him, finding him starching the nape of his neck nervously. “My mum had an episode, I had to rush her to the hospital.”

“My goodness, how is she now?” Your mother beats you to it. “What did the doctor say?”

“She’ll be fine, it was a post-trauma response. She keeps having them sometimes, it used to be no big deal but this particular one was intense.” She holds his hand in hers. Maybe she knew his mother before she was met with this unfortunate fate. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t come to your graduation. I want to make it up to you.” He gets on his knees and puts his unoccupied hand in your lap, looking up at you expectantly.

“Please don’t apologize, Jungkook. You did what you had to do.” You slur, forming the words slowly. You regret drinking so much. You wouldn’t have if you knew Jungkook will find you. “I just hope she gets better.”

You notice how tired and worn out he looks when you get a closer peek at his face. He looks just as handsome, if not more but there’s an aura to his demeanour that seems like today’s chaos aged him a little. You take his face in your hands and place a soft kiss on his forehead, making your father roll his eyes. You can just feel your parents’ awkwardness when they get up.

You give them your apartment keys for retiring and after many sincere apologies and requests by Jungkook your father allows him to take you for a long drive, as a post-graduation celebration. The fun time never seems to end, you feel like a kid at a candy story – Jungkook being that giant rainbow-flavoured lollipop that every kid wants but only you can taste.

“This your car?” you inspect the Cadillac from afar, surprised that he could afford it. You obviously can’t, you don’t even own a second-hand car, forget about a new one. Besides, you had to pay for the drinks and food at the restaurant since Jimin didn’t come at all, and you couldn’t put the burden on your parents. It hurt your bank account like hell, and you probably wouldn’t be going shopping this month as collateral damage. Maybe if you work extra shifts at the bar, you’d be able to compensate.

“Nah, I stole it.” He smirks.

“Wait, are you serious?” you stare at him, stunned.

“Just kidding,” his sinister smile widens, making your spine tremble. “Now, get in! We have a long way to go.”

“Where are you taking me?”

“You’ll see.”

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Hi ! Can you please do prompt for Sebastian Michaelis ( black butler)?!

157. "I don't want anyone else to have your love, kiss your lips or see them in your arms. That's only my place."

♥️😍i love your writing , it is always amazing. Thank you in advance.

It honestly has been too long since I've written anything for this fine man😩.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, manipulation, clinginess, touchiness, mentions of kidnapping

Prompt 157: "I don't want anyone else to have your love, kiss your lips or see them in your arms. That's only my place."

"What a dream of a man he is." you sighed, face basically kissing the pages of the thick book you were reading right now. A somewhat embarrassed chuckle escaped your lips after those words registered in your mind because who would say something like this whilst reading a book? Had someone from your friends ever done this, daydreaming and gushing like this about a character who only existed in books? You wondered, there wasn't much else you could really do besides making assumptions.

You couldn't simply ask your friends or people around you, the old lady in your neighborhood who was a confirmed bookworm for example. Not anymore, with your freedom being "temporarily" restricted, as Sebastian had told you a couple of times before.

At the thought of the not so human butler you let out a frustrated noise. A true gentleman he was indeed, kidnapping you, mocking you and treating you like a child when you were rebelling against him and trying to justify his actions. He was a demon who had killed, so you could understand that his sense of moral wasn't exactly the most polished and you had your vast doubts that this would ever change.

Worst of it all was that you had bought his sweet and flirting behavior at first. There was no denial that Sebastian was incredibly attractive and knew how to woo someone and from what you had seen, he was aware of this fact as well.

Long gone were the times of sweet words and small presents though and you felt like an idiot for not having noticed the red flags sooner.

No, it was more like you had chosen to not look too deep into the case out of a certain thrill and excitement, maybe even because you had felt flattered and cajoled. All your problems had suddenly slowly vanished, annoying and mean people had started avoiding you and financial issues had been taken care of.

If you had to be honest, you had suspected that the butler of the young Earl was behind it all which was why you had agreed to meeting him more often and spending time with him. It had been so tantalizing, having a young, talented and handsome young man completely smitten with you, someone who seemed to be straight out of a fairy tail and could solve all of your struggles.

You had enjoyed it so much that you had gladly overlooked everything else, the way how so casually other people who you saw as loved ones or didn't even know started spending less and less time with you and how Sebastian became the daily part of your life.

You had even loved him.

Now you merely paid the consequences for your willful ignorance, together with the truth that Sebastian was nothing like the heroes from the books you had read throughout your life. He was no gentle and respectful prince, he only had the art of mind-blowing acting skills down to the absolute perfection.

In reality he was the demon himself though, a literal one on top of that.

"I should have known that someone like you can't exist. You're way too perfect and beautiful to be real." you continued to mumble silently, another wistful sigh tumbling from your lips as you got to one of your favorite parts.

Here the prince and his love were meeting each other for the first time and while letting your eyes take in each letter, you came to realize with a strange mix of amazement and unsettledness how similar your memories of meeting Sebastian for the first time had been.

Truly unsettling how smooth and informed he was, how he just knew what he had to do and say to blend in and steal the hearts of others.

"On the other hand you wouldn't strip my freedom away from me, would you? You're a true gentleman after all.", you mused, tipping your index finger on the opened page and taking a sip from the glass water you had prepared for yourself.

"I wonder if he even has a heart...Probably not, I doubt demons have any sort of heart inside of their chest that beats."

You were probably sounding a little bit crazy right now, but you thought you had earned the right to be a little bit peculiar after your abduction and the escape attempts that were treated like a game from Sebastian's side. You couldn't escape, a human apparently wasn't meant to outsmart a demon like him, at least not someone like you.

"Enough thinking about him. It just frustrates me." you huffed out, deciding to enjoy reading your book, one of the few things you were allowed to do anyways.

Focusing on the story and the characters would surely help you and after the next few pages you found yourself utterly invested in the story, your heart mourning lightly whenever the kind and selfless acts of the hero were mentioned.

Sebastian only acted on his own desires.

"If you would have found someone like this guy there before, what would you have done?"

"I would definitely marry and love him, he's a dream too good to come true after all." you answered without thinking much, not even bothering to look away from the book.

"Is that so?" the same voice answered with a tint of amusement inside of it in the same moment your brain was able to identify the far too smooth and familiar voice.

Your whole body went rigid, your fingers curling tightly around the book you were holding as your senses suddenly became hyper aware and you came to notice the presence looming right behind you and the couch you were sitting on.

Wasn't he supposed to work for his master until the early night?

Why was he already back?

"If you're currently wondering why I am already back, it's because I finished a bit earlier and convinced the master to let me go earlier. I missed you after all." he responed as if he had just heard your thoughts, entertained by the way you tried to get swallowed by the couch.

You did not dare to let your eyes dart besides you as you felt, sensed, him leaning forward so that his head was right next to yours, peering down at the story.

For a few seconds silence fell upon you two as he glanced back and forth between the book and you, his crimson eyes causing you to grow smaller and smaller as your heart picked up pace as if trying to run away as well.

"So you'd rather want to be together with this wannabe man there instead of living with me?"

It was not a question, more of a statement that hit you with a realization which ended in your cheeks heating up.

"How long have you been watching me?" you asked, the growing embarassment causing your voice to be more high-pitched than normally.

"Long enough to understand that you believe that a character from a book is better than me." he replied, pronouncing the last part with a half-entertained and yet firm tone before quickly snatching the book out of your hand.

That finally elicited the reaction out of you that he had wanted, your head swiftly turning around and looking at him with indignation, shock, the still visible embarrassment and the small emotion that you desperately tried to hide from his preying eyes.

"Aren't you going to greet me with the same adoration you just gushed about with your knight in shining armor?" he continued to mock lightly, watching your movements with attentive sharpness.

You felt your temper being tested, though your patience with Sebastian was very short to begin with yet you always hesitated when you felt his gaze on you. The knowledge of what he really was and what he was capable of always had invisible hands which held you back a bit.

"Good evening. Now please give me my book back." you spoke, collecting every ounce of politeness you could muster up to not get another scolding for your behavior, though your eyes weren't looking into his own.

Sebastian overlooked that though, instead flying over the next page of the book.

"Why? Because you want to read this scene and dream about how much you want to be kissed as well?"

You pulled your shoulders up as your eyes found themselves stuck at the floor. It was just a damn innocent kiss, nothing wild yet the man in front of you was an expert in teasing.

You did not answer, the floor suddenly looked much more interesting than you could remember. Red eyes were watching you with a warm glint inside of them before Sebastian closed the book quietly.

“Kitten~” he coaxed, his one hand brushing gently your cheek, hoping to get you to look at him. Part of you relished in his touch as memories flashed before your inner eyes which you forced down your darker corners as fast as possible yet your instincts took over you in your moment of weakness. (y/c) eyes finally met his own in a cautious, careful way that gave the demon a short-lived sense of nostalgia as he recalled how excited and joyful those eyes had used to look at him.

You were still lovely, Sebastian just missed the days where you had blindly trusted him, when you had started to show glimpses of the same feeling for him that was eating him on his inside out for you.

You were in danger of getting lost in those eyes that scared and adored you all at once, the demon enabled you to not even fall victim to this risk. Instead you had no time to react in any way as a pair of lips was pressed against your own, the scent of forest and remaining aromas from the Phantomhive mansion briefly penetrating your nose. The moment didn’t last long though before the butler pulled away, just before you could kick your mind to push him away.

“Why did you do that?!” you bellowed shocked, angry and surprised all at once, surprising yourself with how loud your voice really was. Your hand clamped protectively over your mouth and you turned your body completely away from him, wishing that you could ignore the excited and stinging tingle in your chest.

You rationalized somewhere in your mind that you didn’t have to act so offended, it only gave away your feelings more. You knew that Sebastian most likely knew himself and you had only tried to fool yourself so far as well. Feelings were an obstacle and everything but easy to erase, or maybe you were just a very attached person.

Pulling your knees closer to your body and curling yourself up in a sitting position, you just stared with thoughtful eyes into the air. Only absentmindedly noticing how Sebastian put the book away, only absentmindedly noticing how he sat down next to you.

You had projected your wishes into those stories, you were indeed mourning over something. It wasn’t just what you wanted it to be. Your sense of what was right and what was wrong was currently interfering with your emotions, something was stopping you, pulling you away for him.

The spark was still there though, you had never fully stopped loving him.

You hated debating against yourself to the point where your consciousness and your feelings were yelling at each other. When you suddenly felt one hand grabbing your chin gently and tilting your head, you felt fear dripping inside your core.

Sebastian was manipulative, his words and actions were like honey, sweet and alluring. He would take advantage of everything, including your wavering determination to not feel anything for him.

Why did he have to understand emotions so much better than you, who had been feeling for their entire lifetime emotions?

“You still love me, (y/n).” he said with a finality that you were unable to protest against, you would have had to lie anyways.

“You’re just a bit overwhelmed as of now, the existence of my kind had to be a shock for you.” he continued, skilled hands rubbing down your arms and shoulders and melting the tension inside of them away.

You didn’t have the mental strength to try to resist when he moved closer until he felt the warmth of your body right next to his, frankly enjoying how you let him do so, unable to deny his words and your own feelings.

“I’ve already told you that I took you away because I love you. I am aware of the way how humans express their love and you know that I tried it as well, but that wasn’t enough for me. I can’t seem to be able to court you the way a normal human does, my kind isn’t quite familiar with emotions such as love. I can assure you that if we do bound, it’s forever. Differently from humans whose emotions are fleeting, fragile and withering, a demon stays loyal, strong and devoted. I am able to provide you with everything you need in your life and I would do about everything to give my mate a happy life by my side.”

Part of you still attempted to push the blame that you enjoyed the attention of him just a little bit on the fact that he was the only person you could really interact with, that it was the only reason why you found comfort in his caressing and loving touches.

“So why are you fighting your emotions still? You won’t find anyone out there who can love you and protect you like I can do. Why be so silly and resist your own feelings? Are you perhaps hoping to have someone rescuing you who you can label as your hero just because you don’t think you can love a demon like me and accept what I did? Would you really prefer loving someone else that badly?”

The proximity between you two had long overstepped personal boundaries, his arms wrapped around yours and long legs entangled with your own. His silky hair was tickling your face a bit, his forehead almost pressed against yours which made it as good as impossible to avoid those red orbs of his.

Those eyes that gazed possessively over you yet managed to still give you a good thrill, enchanted you to the point where you were silently sobbing in your mind how unfair it was.

Despite some pleads to not give in, you found one of your hands stroking his head, letting the smooth, black strands of hair slipping through your fingers.

A content look softened his eyes, even if you thought that a flicker of smugness was somewhere in his eyes as well.

You took it as a sign of encouragement for you to continue when he laid his head on your chest and shifted both of you in a more comfortable position. You couldn’t deny the surge of warmth and peace that coursed through you when you saw how relaxed he became, eyes closing and listening to your steady and strong heartbeat.

“I don’t want anyone else to have your love, kiss your lips or see them in your arms. That’s only my place.”

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