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Stripping Away Our Armor

Din Djarin x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Word count- 5.6k

Prompt/Summary- “Who did this to you?” / You are an informant for the Mandalorian, and secret, unspoken feelings start to blossom between you. But how does he react when he comes by one night and you’re hurt?

Warnings- smut (18+ only!), sex worker reader (we respect sex workers in this house), oral (m receiving), soft romantic sex, praise kink, mutual pining, kind of forbidden romance, hurt/comfort, protective!Din, Din likes cheesy jokes, allusion to violence (nothing excessive), injured reader (nothing super descriptive), minor character death, slight grumpy/sunshine vibes

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Graphic made by me (I love the Star Wars vibe of this so much!!)

Colorful lights flickered to the beat of the dance music in the club as the Mandalorian walked through the crowd. All types of characters surrounded him: from the young and eager to see the spectacular around them to those who tried to blend in while on the run. Men crowded around the small tables and threw credits and sleazy looks at the dancers. Women with barely anything on their bodies sauntered by carrying trays of drinks. Some gave him a flirty glance, but most recognized him and left him alone.

There was only ever one person who he saw at the club.

“She’s not here right now, Mando,” one of the other girls, Sonya, set her tray down at the bar and addressed him as he approached. She gave him a subtle flirty glance before she flagged the bartender and gave him a drink order for her table.

“What happened?” he replied, his voice masking the concern that laid below.

Sonya shrugged, “I think she’s on a personal visit to a vip client. You’re welcome to wait for her,” she gathered fresh glasses and filled them as she spoke, “I’ll let her know you’re here when she gets back. But it might be late,” she eyed the Mandalorian up and down and her done dropped as she smirked, “I can always keep you company in the meantime,” she traced her finger along the beskar on his arm. She knew that the Mandalorian only ever asked for you, yet she couldn’t help but grasp the opportunity while she had it.

Mando gently moved his arm away from her reach, “I’ll wait for her,” he stated plainly yet without malice.

Her expression dropped as she let out a heavy exhale, “Suit yourself.” Sonya knew it was a long shot, yet she wasn’t immune to the beskar-clad man’s effortless charm. But she took his rejection with dignity as she turned and walked away.

The Mandalorian turned to face the crowd and leaned against the bar. Keeping on high alert at all times, he scanned the crowd and studied the faces he saw. There were some he knew he recognized from bounty pucks, but they weren’t his concern at the moment. He had a higher paying target he was after, and he needed your help to find him.

This arrangement started many months ago when Mando first came into the club to look for a target. Most everyone else who was there at the time was too scared or too intimidated by him. Except for you. You took him into the back and gave him all the information he needed… and then you gave him a taste of your services.

From then, he was drawn back to you time and time again. Mando refused to admit he was addicted to you. But there were times that he looked more forward to the time he spent with you than the information you provided. And once you were behind closed doors, the facade of the toughness you kept up melted away to reveal a kind, good person. And that only made Mando more mesmerized by you.

It was something he understood fully: keep your emotions out of your line of work. He did the same. Yet, when the two of you were alone together, the Mandalorian felt like you were the only person in the galaxy that really saw the true him. And the way your tough exterior faded away as your face relaxed and your smile lit up the room told him that you trusted him too. You were even the one person to actually make him laugh too, and it felt so good to Mando to let his guard down.

As he stood at the bar and waited for you, Mando couldn’t help but drift back to the day the two of you met…

“I’m looking for someone,” the Mandalorian asked the bartender as he set the bounty puck down, “He been by here?”

The bartender just huffed and turned to serve others at the far end of the bar without even glancing at the holo image.

Mando let out a heavy sigh as he turned around and faced the crowd. Most danced to the pulsing music and didn’t even give him a second glance. Some scurried out of his way, but he paid them no mind.

The target had to be here somewhere…

“Need something, Mandalorian?” a sultry voice called his attention, “Perhaps I can… be of service…” your tone dropped as you bat your eyes flirtatiously and shimmied your shoulder subtly.

Mando looked you up and down and his posture stiffened; you were captivating. Even as a hardened bounty hunter, Mando couldn’t help but notice the way your tiny outfit sparkled right at your breasts to draw men’s eyes. His fists tightened as he fought to keep his composure, “This man… Supposed to be a regular here…”

Just as Mando was about to activate the holo image, you covered it, “Not out here,” your eyes narrowed as you leaned in, “Follow me…”

The Mandalorian wasn’t sure why but he felt a pull as you slid your hand in his gloved one and took him back to one of the private rooms. And that’s when it happened: the hardened exterior faded away the moment the door was closed and the sultry expression morphed into a genuinely bright smile.

“Man it smells like upbabe in here…” you sighed in exasperation once you and the Mandalorian were alone.

He stood silent, the slight tilt of his helmet was the only movement as you felt his gaze heavy on you.

You rolled your eyes playfully, “You’re supposed to say ‘what’s upbabe’ and then I say ‘not much what’s up with you!’”

The Mandalorian was caught off guard by your joke once our tough exterior melted away. He stared at you for several moments before he couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh- the first time he did that in a very long time…

“Mando…?”

Your voice broke him out of his thoughts, and he was brought back to the present where you stood before him. You looked as radiant as ever, and Mando couldn’t help the wave of relief that washed over him at seeing you were alright.

“Hey,” he replied.

“Here for the usual?” you asked coyly. When he nodded in response, you slid your hand in his gloved one and your tone dropped seductively, “Follow me.”

He welcomed that familiar touch… that familiar routine.

Once the two of you were alone in one of the private rooms, you placed a hand on Mando’s chest and gently guided him backwards. His visor never left you as he allowed you to lead him: something he didn’t let anyone else do. He couldn’t explain it, but there was something different about you. The Mandalorian didn’t trust easily, but he trusted you.

All the breath left his body as Mando landed on the chair behind him. But he wasn’t sure if it was the landing that knocked the breath out of his chest or if it was the way you looked at him with a fire behind your eyes. Mando’s knees instantly parted to allow you to settle in between his legs, and neither of you broke eye contact as you slowly dropped to your knees on the floor before him.

Mando breathed your name as he reached out and cupped your chin. Your hands landed on his inner thighs just above the plates of beskar on his legs and you gave his flesh a firm squeeze. But just as Mando tried to reach for you and touch you more, eager to make you feel as good as you always made him feel, you stopped him.

“Let me, Mando,” you whispered as you ran your hands along his thighs and fiddled with the seam at the center of his pants, “I want to take care of you today.”

He couldn’t help but groan as his cock hardened at the thought of what you had planned. Mando watched as you freed his cock from the confines of his pants, and his hands balled into fists when you licked your lips involuntarily. You glanced up at him for a moment before you settled yourself and wrapped your hand around his length.

You worked slowly at first, raising and lowering your hand along Mando’s cock. You watched with eagerness as he hardened more and more with his pump of your fist until he was fully erect before you. A soft whimper escaped your lips as you shifted your position to rub your thighs together for some friction that you suddenly desperately needed.

Before Mando could address your action, though, you leaned forward and wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, your tongue lapping at the sensitive head as you did so. He growled as his hands landed on your shoulders as you lowered your head down his shaft, taking as much of him into your mouth as you could.

“Fuck,” Mando hissed as the warmth of your mouth engulfed him, “So good mesh’la…” the praise dripped from his lips in a low tone before he could help it.

You hummed around his cock as you hollowed out your cheeks and sucked him off as hard as you could, knowing exactly what he liked. Raising your head back up, you popped off his cock to instead lick at the salty sweet skin there. You nibbled gently at the head before you ran your tongue flat down the shaft.

Mando groaned your name as you made your way back up his length, your tongue hitting every vein and sensitive spot along the way. Before you took him into your mouth again, you paused and looked up at him and Mando swore the universe froze for a moment. You looked so tantalizing as you looked at him with a desperate fire in your eyes, a trail of spit still connected the two of you.

“You look so fucking beautiful like this,” he sighed heavily.

Without replying, you took Mando’s cock into your mouth again and swallowed as much of it as you could. This time, you had a specific intention in mind, and you weren’t going to stop until you got what you wanted. Mando growled as your warmth became his whole world once more as you bobbed up and down on his cock.

“Fuck… Cyar’ika… I’m…” was all he managed to get out between a string of curses in Mando’a before he exploded in your mouth.

You never let up, even as Mando’s cum filled your throat. You kept going, working and sucking his cock as he came hard into your mouth. And you greedily lapped up and swallowed every last drop, not wanting even one bit to go to waste. You kept going until Mando grabbed onto your scalp and pulled you off of him when he was completely spent.

The two of you stayed in a heavy silence for several moments. Both of you just panted as you both caught your breath, and even though you didn’t see his face, you felt the intensity of his gaze behind the helmet. It sent a fresh wave of need through you and you couldn’t help but moan as you suddenly became aware of how tightly he held you.

In a rush, Mando pounced off the chair and crashed your bodies to the floor. Normally, he preferred to fuck you in a bed, or at least a table, but there was something about you today that filled him with need. He couldn’t wait. He had to feel you, hold you… taste you…

“I need you, sweetheart,” Mando growled as he covered your body with his own and his hands roamed all over you.

All the air was suddenly forced out of your chest as you hit the floor hard. Too wrapped up in the euphoria of having the Mandalorian on top of you, his hands roaming all over your figure, you almost forgot about why you didn’t allow him to touch you for a moment. But you were painfully reminded when his large hand grabbed your waist and pulled you close against him.

You cried out in pain and all the ecstasy of Mando’s touch completely vanished.

Right away, Mando pulled off of you and sat up on his knees, “What is it?” he asked in concern as his hand hovered over you, “What’s wrong?”

You were not going to shed tears in front of him. You were determined not to show any sign of pain or vulnerability. But the pain in your side screamed at you until you could barely hear anything else. It wasn’t until Mando said your name again that you opened your eyes and looked at him. And even though you didn’t see an inch of skin on him, you could tell he was concerned just from the way he held himself in front of you, his chest puffed up and his shoulders tense.

“It’s…” you let out a deep breath as you steadied yourself, “It’s nothing,” you tried your best to hide your pain as you scooted away from him slightly, “I’m alright. Just hit the ground a little too hard…”

“It’s not nothing,” Mando’s tone turned serious as he inched forward to stay in your proximity, “Let me see.”

“N-no…” you tried to protest.

“Cyare…” His tone was soft yet it left no room for argument, and the Mandalorian moved too fast for you to block anyway. That came as no surprise, considering he was the best bounty hunter in the galaxy. What did surprise you, however, was the tenderness and care in his touch as he held your sides and carefully lifted your shirt up.

Mando couldn’t stop the low growl that escaped his lips when he saw the wound on your side. It was fresh, but not bleeding. And a scan with his helmet told him that it wasn’t deep, which provided some relief. He sighed as he looked up at your face and he internally kicked himself for not noticing the slight swelling just below your eye before now.

“What happened?” Mando couldn’t help the anger in his voice, though it wasn’t directed at you, “Who did this to you?” he tenderly cupped your face with both hands. When you stayed silent as you looked into his visor with sad eyes, he added softly, “Tell me.”

You let out a heavy breath as you caved, “Shaun…” your voice was hushed as your gaze dropped to the ground, “Shaun Deggs.” All the light that Mando admired in your eyes was gone, and the normally bright smile that drew him back time and time again was clouded over with the tears that you fought back.

Mando knew the name: it was the target he came to ask you about. His blood boiled as he thought about all the ways he would make him pay for hurting you. You, who was his one light in a dark world. You who was the only person he looked forward to seeing. You, who Mando… cared a lot for.

He let out a low growl as his grip tensed.

Feeling the intensity of his emotions, you filled the tense silence, “He’s been a regular at the club for some time… deep pockets. He gets himself into trouble with gambling though,” you rambled, “I don’t know how, but somehow he found out I was working with you…” you sighed wearily, “He didn’t like that…” your voice trailed off as you let the Mandalorian piece together what happened.

Mando never felt a rage like this before; he never felt the need to protect someone so greatly like this. At that moment, it didn’t matter that Shaun was worth more alive than dead. He was going to pay for what he did to you with his life. He was going to pay for taking away the light in your eyes.

“Where can I find him?”

“No, no, no… P-please…” Shaun begged as he crawled on the floor. Bruises erupted all over his skin as cuts bled and he was sure he had at least three broken bones.

Hovering over him was the imitating figure of the Mandalorian. Blade in hand, he leaned over and smacked him across the face once more as he grumbled lowly. Never before had the Mandalorian felt a rage like this, and with every smack to this low life, he saw your face flash before him. Mando wondered if you looked like this when Shaun paid you a visit, if you were this scared. And he wasn’t there to protect you…

“Tell Gar I promise I’ll pay him back,” Shaun’s voice cracked as his body weakened, “Just don’t kill me please… I’m worth more alive, Mando.”

“I don’t care,” Mando growled, “You hurt someone… Important to me,” he spoke your name, “You remember her?”

Shaun bit his lip and nodded as he whimpered, “I-I’m sorry… I won’t go near her ever again. I swear!”

“I know you won’t…”

The scream Shaun let out echoed in the room.

You let out a heavy sigh as you ran your hands across your face. It was late into the night, and Mando made you promise to stay at your place until he got back after he walked you home and bandaged your injuries. He barely spoke while he carefully set the bacta patches on the gashes in your skin, but you felt the tension there without the words needed. Even through the layers of amor, you felt his anger radiate and you saw the tension in his arms and shoulders. You had never seen him like this before, and it made your mind spin.

Ever since you first laid eyes on the Mandalorian, there was something that drew you to him. Instead of being scared of him, you felt safe in his presence, and he was the one person you felt like you could let your guard down around. The routine came easily for the two of you: he would come by the club for information on a target, and you would take him to a back room and give him what he needed… and then some. Fully expecting him to be rough with you, it came as a pleasant surprise when Mando was so tender with his touches and he handled you so gently.

Feelings weren’t a luxury you could afford in this life, though. And you knew being a Mandalorian, he couldn’t let himself get too close either. So you kept your true feelings buried deep down, and you were grateful for the time you got with him. It caught you completely off guard though when Mando went into a rage once he saw you were hurt.

“That has to mean something, right?” you whispered to yourself as you clutched the small vibroblade Mando handed you, not wanting to leave you unarmed. There were two things you knew about the Mandalorian and his culture: the helmet never came off, and weapons were as important as air.

You bit your lip and held the weapon close to yourself as you heard his words to you in your head: “Stay here. Keep this close. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

But you were jolted from your thoughts by a knock at your door. A specific, rhythmic knock. Your face lit up as you set the blade down on the table and jumped for the door. When you opened it, the familiar figure of the Mandalorian greeted you on the other side and your shoulders dropped with a heavy exhale of relief.

“Mando…” you breathed.

He cupped your face as his heart fluttered in his chest at the sight of your smile, “You’re safe now.”

Glancing down, you noticed a small splash of blood on his beskar. Your eyes went wide as you realized what his words meant, and the way he held your face confirmed your suspicions. You grabbed onto the fabric around his armor and dragged him inside without another word. Emotions ran high as he locked the door behind him and gladly followed your lead.

“Mesh’la,” Mando murmured as he leaned forward and rested his forehead on yours. His hands lightly trailed down your face so that he caressed your jaw on both sides as he exhaled deeply.

“Mando,” you repeated, too lost in a whirlwind of emotions to form any other words. What he did for you was…

“Din.”

You blinked your eyes open, not even aware you had closed them, “Is that…?”

His hands trailed down your sides so that they rested on your hips, though he was still careful of your wounds, “Yes.”

Tears of happiness filled your eyes as you smiled brightly, “Din…” you echoed his name.

Din groaned at the sound of his name in your voice. “Close your eyes,” his tone was soft as one hand came up and cupped your jaw, “Trust me.”

“I do trust you.” A soft moan escaped your lips as you obliged without a second thought. You trusted the Mandalorian… Din. And you were sure he trusted you too. From the way he reacted when you were hurt, to him leaving one of his weapons with you, to killing a target that would have brought him a higher payout if he had been alive. There had to be something there.

When your world went black, you felt the hand come off your hip before a soft hiss echoed in the room. Your breath caught in your chest as you felt his breath on the skin on your face. He murmured your name as his fingers caressed your jaw before the gap between your faces closed.

This was the first time he kissed you; every time before, the hamlet always stayed on. And kissing Din was even better than you had imagined. Without words, his kiss conveyed all the unspoken emotions, and when his tongue touched yours, everything bubbled over into an explosion of affections.

Din moaned into your mouth as his hand tightened on your face and he kissed you deeper. Your lips parted as you tilted your head and surrendered to him completely. The taste of him sent a wave of heat through your body, and your core fired up at the way his tongue tangled with yours.

Keeping your eyes closed, you grabbed onto his shoulders and dragged him back towards your bedroom. Nerves tingled against your skin as vaguely you realized this was the first time you took him back into your private, personal room. But, you felt safe with him, you trusted him, and you wanted him there.

Din broke away from the kiss when he crossed the threshold into your room, and he lowered his helmet only to have his hands free to hold you. His arms wrapped around you carefully as Din savored the lingering taste of you on his tongue. He let out a contented sigh as your warmth wrapped around his heart, and he had you safe and sound in his embrace.

But, you had other plans in mind, and after you stayed in his arms for a moment, you lifted your head and started to yank at the pieces of his beskar. A soft laugh escaped Din’s lips as he let you strip him, and his heart fluttered as he watched how expertly and with such care you took off his armor: a gesture he allowed to you and you alone.

Once the outermost layer was off, and only fabric adorned his body, Din decided it was your turn. As you tried to rip off his shirt, he tenderly took your hands and lowered them, “Let me, love.”

Your eyes scanned his helmet, as if you desperately tried to read his expression though the beskar.

“Let me take care of you, tonight,” he clarified in a soft voice, echoing your own words as he delicately stripped you of your clothing piece by piece before he ripped off his own clothes.

As hot as you felt, a chill still ran up your spine as the fresh air hit your skin as you allowed Din to strip you. He had seen you naked many times before, yet this time felt different. You were in your home, no music from the club played in the background, and he took his time with you. Times before, he seemed to be in a rush, or he was still riding the adrenaline from a bounty hunt, or you were on a timer.

This time, though, you both had all the time in the galaxy.

That same vulnerability was reflected in Din’s helmet; he had never before been stripped completely. Always needed to keep his guard up, he usually left most of his armor and clothing on, until now. But, just as you felt safe with him, that same security and trust beat in Din’s heart. And it fluttered in his chest as you gasped softly and your eyes poured over every inch of his skin, and a rush of heat pulsed through his veins at the wanton look of desire in your eyes. The way you licked your lips involuntarily made his cock twitch with need.

Din scanned you over once you were both bare, and a fresh pulse of anger flooded his system as he saw the bacta patches on your skin. Carefully, he ghosted his fingers across the wounds, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there,” his voice was nothing more than a whisper.

Tears filled the corners of your eyes as you looked into his visor and this time you had no doubts what his expression looked like, “It’s not your responsibility, Din.”

His hand trailed up your body, pausing as he tickled the skin of your breasts and for a moment Din really soaked in how beautiful you were. When his hand reached your face, he wiped away the tear that threatened to fall from your eye, “Yes it is,” he said plainly yet with firm conviction.

“Din?”

He let out a low growl as he took control and guided you back to your bed. Need guided his movements, yet Din was still careful not to hurt you as he lowered you onto your bed so that you laid on your back. Wide eyes looked up at him, nothing on his body but his helmet, and you gasped as you noticed how hard he was.

“Please Din,” you pleaded, “I need you…” You felt a rush of wetness in your pussy as he climbed over you without hesitation.

Din hovered over you as he rocked his cock along your folds, yet he was still careful not to hurt you or brush against your injuries. He groaned as he felt how wet you were, and his cock twitched between your bodies. Your name escaped his lips in a prayer as he shifted himself to caress your breast with one hand while staying over your body.

The moan you let out went right to his cock, and Din brushed across your nipple with his calloused fingers. Your breast was so warm and soft under his grip, and every time you cried out in pleasure, he inched him closer to losing control. But, Din fought to keep his composure. This wasn’t like times before. This wasn’t a desperate need for release. This was… something more.

“Fuck me,” you breathed, “Din…” you bucked your hips against his body, grinding yourself against him.

“Fuck…” he groaned as he felt your wetness on his length, “So beautiful… You’re so beautiful.”

You opened your eyes as you took in the sight before you. You couldn’t help the way your eyes roamed down to his chest as Din stayed overtop of you. It was then you noticed the way his arms strained on either side of you, his muscles tight and tense as he held himself back for fear of hurting you. But, the way he cared only made you more desperate, and this time it was your turn to caress his face.

Reaching up, you cupped his helmet, mirroring the way he touched you earlier, “I’m ok, Din,” you reassured him, “I’m ok because of you,” he heard the emotions in your voice as the room warmed, “You won’t hurt me. I want you… Need you…” you pleaded.

He moaned your name as he dipped his head down and touched his helmeted forehead to yours once more, “I…”

Din interrupted himself when he slowly pushed into you, still careful not to hurt you as he filled you with his cock inch by inch. You broke the connection from his forehead as you dropped your head onto the pillow as you felt the familiar stretch. Instead of fucking you quickly, though, Din pushed into your slowly, taking his time until he bottomed out inside of you.

“So good… Feels so good…”

Neither of you were sure who spoke those words. Perhaps it was both of you overlapping at the same time.

“Din… Move please…” you pleaded as you ran your hand along his back before you slipped it under his helmet. Soft, thick hair met your hand at the nape of Din’s neck and you couldn’t help but give it a gentle tug.

Unable to deny you, Din groaned as he rocked back and slowly thrust forward again, filling you to the brim. You cried out in pleasure as he fucked you at a slow and steady pace. There was no rush, no need to pound into you. All you both wanted was to feel the other, and you clung to his shoulders as his cock hit that sweet spot inside you over and over again.

Din wasn’t just fucking you this time. He was making love to you. And it was everything you ever thought it would be. Tears filled the corners of your eyes again, but they weren’t tears of sorrow. They were tears of joy, tears of elation, tears of emotions. A string of curses and praises flowed from both your lips as your warmth engulfed Din over and over again as he rocked into you.

“Fuck… Din… Yes…” you moaned as you dug your nails into his skin and wrapped your leg around him, desperate to keep him close, “You’re gonna make me cum…”

He growled as he fought off his own climax, “Show me how beautiful you look when you cum on my cock, cyare.” Din snaked a hand between your bodies and rubbed at your clit as he sped up his thrusts.

Without the music of the club to fill the room, Din was able to hear the wet sounds of your pussy with every thrust. And it turned him on unlike anything else before. He growled softly as the need to send you over the edge fully overwhelmed him. At that moment, nothing else in the galaxy mattered: only you.

“Din…” you cried out as he pushed you over the edge. Your entire body trembled as you came hard, your inner muscles squeezing his cock as you rode out your climax.

“Fuck,” Din growled your name as your orgasm triggered his own as he came deep inside you, spilling himself into your body and filling you up even more.

Just as Din was about to collapse onto your body, he stopped himself. The ecstasy of his climax took over all brain function for a moment. But, he caught himself and instead carefully pulled out of you and landed on your bed beside you. Right away, you rolled over and laid your head on his chest as you wrapped an arm around his waist. Together, the two of you came down from your highs, lost in the other’s arms.

Your eyes stayed closed as you peppered soft kisses on Din’s chest and listened to the pounding of his heartbeat. A warm smile lit up your face as you felt his hands gently stroke your back comfortingly, and you were aware of how careful he was to avoid any of your injuries.

“Din…” you waited for him to hum in response, “Thank you,” you whispered.

His breath hitched in his throat, “You never have to thank me, mesh’la,” Din replied, “I’ll always keep you safe.”

You trembled as his words went right to your heart. You stayed in the comfortable silence for several moments before you spoke again, “Hey Din…” your voice wavered as you traced random patterns on his bare chest. You felt him tighten his grip on you and you summoned the courage to ask, “Do you think love is in the stars for either of us? Do you think our lives would allow that?”

Din was silent for a time, and you knew he was choosing his words; he knew exactly what you meant by asking that, “Probably not,” he answered honestly, “But,” he interrupted your heavy sigh, “That doesn’t stop me… or you…” You’re stronger than you know…

He felt the way your entire body relaxed in his grip and he knew you understood the meaning behind his words. The truth was, he would do anything to protect you, to keep you safe. It didn’t matter who it was, Din wouldn’t hesitate to plunge his vibroblade into the chest of anyone who would dare harm you…

As you laid in his arms, Din lifted his helmet for the second time that night and placed a soft kiss on the top of your head. The contented sigh you let out told him you were still awake, and you felt it. He smiled against your scalp, another gesture he saved only for you, before he lowered the helmet and settled in your bed.

When the sun rose, the two of you could face what lay ahead. But for now Din just savored the feeling of your body safe and warm in his arms. And while the words themselves remained unspoken, the feelings were there. And he was sure you heard them loud and clear:

I love you, cyar’ika…

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Calendars

Summary: The war was taking a toll on the Republic’s finances, between the amount necessary to cover the war efforts to sending relief supplies to planets affected by battles, it was safe to say credits were running low. In order to get more funds, the line of command of the GAR decided to take matters into their own hands: issuing GAR-themed merch. The most famous item was the ‘Trooper Wall-Calendars’. Which you and Ashoka expertly managed to get your hands on.

Pairing: Ahsoka Tano x Reader

Word count: 1,5k

Warnings: none

Notes: I had sooooo much fun writing this, you have no idea! Honestly I don’t really know where this idea came from but now I would love to see firefighter-style calendars of the TCW characters (specially the Clones)! Both the reader and Ahsoka are teens in this, I wrote this to be set somewhere between seasons 1 e 2 of TCW. The relationship between them is heavily based on the relationship between Ellie and Riley from The Last of Us (I had specifically the HBO show in mind in this case).

I really hope you, dear reader, enjoy this and have fun while reading it. If you spot any mistakes, please feel free to warn me and I'll correct it right away, and feedback is always welcome and appreciated. I hope you truly enjoy this story.

Reader is female, but no physical descriptions provided

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Ahsoka ran as fast as her legs could carry her. She had to get back to your quarters in the temple. It was imperative that she told you about her amazing discovery. The 501st had only just landed on Coruscant when she heard the news and set off to find you immediately.

After bumping into several other padawans and almost toppling over Master Yoda (“Run in the halls, you must not, young Ahsoka.” he had chastised, but there was no heat to his words, and from the knowing smirk he sent her way, she knew that he knew she was up to something), she finally reached your door. Raising her fist to knock, she almost tumbled forward as you opened the door before she could even touch the durasteel, like you could sense her presence. You were sporting a wide grin, making her chest feel funny. But she could not dwell on it right now, she desperately needed to tell you something.

“You’ll… never believe… what I just… found out.” she panted, trying to regain her breath.

Your smile only grew wider as you pulled her inside your quarters and closed the door behind the two of you. Walking towards the bedside table you grabbed a pile of papers.

“Does it have anything to do with these?” you smirked, mischief gleaming in your eyes as you threw the pile on top of the bed between the two of you.

Ahsoka gasped, reaching down to grab the first item of the pile: a gray-cover wall calendar.

“No way!” she giggled, her smirk matching yours as she opened the first page

The war was taking a toll on the Republic’s finances, between the amount necessary to cover the war efforts to sending relief supplies to planets affected by battles, it was safe to say credits were running low. Not wanting to rely on the Senate to approve a bill that could take several rotations to pass (if it even got to that point, as many senators were not exactly friendly to the clone cause and probably thought the Republic could save up by cutting their already meager rights), the line of command of the GAR decided to take matters into their own hands: issuing GAR-themed merch. Most of the items were just cheap products such as T-shirts, plastoid mugs and fabric handbags. But the most famous item, one that had sold faster than water on a planet like Tatooine since its release a couple of days ago, was the ‘Trooper Wall-Calendars’. One of which currently laid on Ashoka’s eager hands.

“How did you get a hold of these?!” she quickly scanned the pages “I thought they were practically sold out?”

You chuckled, pulling her attention to you.

“Was at Dex’s grabbing lunch with Caleb when the first announcement came through. The two of us practically flew to the nearest convenience store.”

Ahsoka stared at you in awe. She went through the pile of calendars, her smile growing more and more mirthful.

“104th, 327th, 21st Nova Corps, the Coruscant Guard, Republic Commandos… this is amazing!” she giggled, but her smile soon turned into a frown as she realized something was missing “But what about-?”

A flash of blue and orange was shoved on her face before she could even finish her sentence.

“Had to hit three different stores for these two. We almost got mugged making our way through Uscru District. So you’re welcome.”

Giddy chuckles escaped her as Ahsoka grabbed the blue calendar and practically ripped it open.

“Oh my maker!” she exclaimed, turning the open calendar to you “Rex?!”

Representing the very first standard month was Rex, stripped down to only his bottom blacks and the lower part of his armor, staring seductively at the holocamera with his helmet under his arm, propped on his hip.

You laughed, almost choking on air as she passed you the calendar.

“No way, this is too good!” you laughed harder

“Wait, you haven’t seen this before?”

You shook your head, peaking at the next page.

“I was saving it so we could look at it together.” you turned to her and beamed, bringing back the funny feeling in her chest “You know, have one of our famous girls night.”

Ignoring the way her heart rate seemed to have increased only slightly, she grabbed your arm and plopped stomach down on your bed, pulling you down with her. She practically ripped the calendar back from your hands and you had to settle for looking over her shoulder.

“So this is what they were up to while Skyguy had me doing inventory for the medbay.” she laughed, exasperated.

“Really? Master Kit had me meditate all day in the swimming tank to learn how to hold my breath for longer.” you explained as you glanced at the pages “Something about keeping up with him if we ever had a mission in Mon Cala? I found it odd at the time but now…”

The two of you giggled as Ahsoka flipped page after page of some of the soldiers in the 501st, Jesse, Hardcase, Kix, Fives. Most of them were showing their nude torsos to some degree, some with the bottom of their blacks pulled between their teeth, the most daring ones completely shirtless.

“People actually pay for this?! To see a bunch of men, who have the same exact face, might I add, naked?” she pretended to gag.

“Well these sold out so fast, it has to mean something.” you shrugged before pointing at the current page “But let’s be honest Echo does look kinda cute in this.”

Ahsoka felt her stomach drop in a strange kind of disappointment as you pointed to a picture of Echo, his hand extended towards the camera and a soft smile on his lips. The top part of his blacks was off, a blue handprint stamping one of his pecs, much like the one on his armor. She gulped nervously, but any uncomfortable feelings quickly vanished at the sight of your teasing smirk.

“No better than Jesse does.” she chuckled, flipping back a few pages and gasping “Is that a happy trail?”

You stared at her for a moment before you both burst out laughing hysterically. She clutched her side while you draped yourself over her back, your entire body shaking with the intensity of your laughter. As your laughter died down, she couldn’t help but stare at you, a huge, beaming smile on her lips. Her giggles soon subsided in a breathy sigh, she couldn’t help as her eyes moved downwards, glancing fleetingly at your lips.

“Sooooo, which one’s gonna be next?” your voice snapped her out of her reverie.

“Well, we’re not even finished with this one, yet.” she quickly flipped back to where “We haven’t seen who represents the holiday week-” she didn’t even finish her sentence before dropping the calendar like it burned “Ew!”

“Ahsoka, what happened?!” you gently touched her shoulder as she brought her hands up to her face.

“My eyes!” she shouted “This will forever be burned into my mind!”

“What is?” you scooted forward to pick up the discarded calendar from the floor, immediately bursting into uncontrollable laughter as you glanced at the page “Seriously?! They got Master Skywalker in on it too?!”

The page which caused such a ruckus included a picture of Jedi General Anakin Skywalker in all his glory, striking a pose with his lightsaber ignited. He was severely overdressed in comparison to his troopers featured on the other pages, but was still showing a bit more skin than usual, with his undershirt gone and his vest allowing a glimpse of his bare chest.

“Oh, maker… why would they do that?” your laughter was infectious, and soon she was giggling with you.

You picked up the orange issued calendar and opened on the last page, chuckling as you turned the page to face her. The general of the 212th stood, the front of his beige Jedi robes open and showing his skin, much like his former apprentice.

“You tell me.” you laughed “I think Master Kenobi looks great.”

You both laughed, finding it amusing that the Jedi generals were featured in with their respective battalions. They were dressed more conservatively than their trooper counterparts, but it was still quite seductive. Swapping calendars back and forth you laughed amongst yourselves, pointing out different soldiers and their generals.

“Wow,” you gasped, making Ahsoka turn back towards you “Master Luminara looks good!”

Ahsoka felt a small, glimmering flicker of hope burn on her chest, but decided to keep it secluded in her heart to unpack later.

After several hours you had made your way through several calendars, laughing and grinning at each other. Ahsoka smiled, laying her head on your shoulder.

“Thank you.”

You hummed.

“What for?”

She lifted her head to look at you and found you already staring at her.

“For giving me this.”

“What?” you shook your head, chuckling “Troopers in sexy poses?”

She laughed. She was trying to be serious and you were joking around.

“A sense of normalcy.” she shrugged “This war… we never have a chance to just be normal dumb teens, you know? And now-”

When you sensed words were failing her you laid a hand on her shoulder.

“I know.” you smiled at her, and Ahsoka felt her chest fluttering again;

“Just… thank you. For everything.”

You slung an arm over her shoulders.

“That’s what I’m here for.”

As she snuggled into your embrace she felt, if only for a moment, that everything was going to be okay.

#ahsoka tano x reader #ahsoka tano x you #ahsoka tano x female!reader #ahsoka tano x f!reader #ahsoka tano fanfic #the clone wars fanfiction #tcw fanfic

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daboyau · 3 days

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20 Questions For Fic Writers

Thanks so much for the tag @dandywonderous! I was very happy when I saw it. :)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

28 currently! I have more on ff.net but never transferred them over since I wrote them when I was younger and don’t like them enough to do so.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

506,651

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently I’m mostly writing for ROTTMNT, and have a long time fic for BNHA I’m stuck on the last chapter for. In the past I’ve written for Natsume Yuujinchou, Tokyo Ghoul, Naruto, Animorphs, Teen Wolf, Killing Stalking, and…I think that’s it on ao3?

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. The Good In Me, 2. Dangerous Games, 3. Friendship Benefits, 4. Classroom Etiquette, 5. Approximation (the natsume fandom is really dominating there lol)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I know when I comment on something it feels nice to get a response, so I try to respond when I have the bandwidth for it. I’d say I do maybe 80% of the time?

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I have to be honest, I have a chronic case of not finishing my fics. So I’m going to just say that the one with the angstiest planned ending is probably going to be And the Loyal Remains. Angst in general would be Sticks and Stones, mostly because that was the fic I was writing when I was having a lot of emotions while living on my own for the first time and I was beating up my characters over it.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably any of my Natsume fics! They’re shorter so they’re actually finished, and Natsume is one of the few characters I want to wrap in a blanket with very little angst involved, so even if the story is a little sad I try to give them sweeter endings.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not recently! When I was younger and posting on ff.net I used to get some hate, but I haven’t really seen anything like that coming from ao3.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Not really. I’m not against smut of any kind, but I’m not big on writing romance or relationships, and tbh I’d feel too shy to post any smut even if I did write some lol.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I love crossovers, but I write very few of them. My very first fanfiction I ever wrote and posted when I was…13 I think, was a Cirque Du Freak/Harry Potter crossover over on ff.net. That one might be the craziest one, simply because I was straight up plagiarizing whole paragraphs straight from the HP books and the fic actually got kind of popular?? It was definitely an odd first try at dipping my toes into fanfic writing, and probably skewed my expectations for my future fics lol.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

The only one I’m aware of having been stolen was my BNHA fic, which someone had taken and had a robot reading on their monetized youtube channel. I didn’t like that at all.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Dangerous Games was translated by GlaireG, and I’ve had some people ask if they can translate other works without that ever going anywhere. That said, if anyone ever wants to translate any of my works they’re more than welcome to! All I ask is that credit be given and linked back to the original.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have not! Co-writing sounds simultaneously very fun and very stressful, since I’m a slow writer and would probably fret over holding the other person up. It’s something I might be interested in, under the right circumstances. editing to add that I am silly and didn’t think about the fact that the crossover between @boots-with-the-fur-club’s Inverted Confrontation AU and my Leave AU was co-writing lol. Love yoouuu thank you for pointing out my silly. 💚

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Hhmmmmm, I’m going to say Nezushi from No. 6! I don’t have many ships, but they have lived rent free in my head for over a decade at this point lol.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

All of them. I dream of finishing my abandoned WIPs, but I don’t really see that happening tbh.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I’ve been told I’m good at world-building and characterization, which is great since those are my favorite parts of writing. :)

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I wish I was better at crafting a solid plot and following it through to the end. I have an awful habit of having ideas as I go and chasing after them instead of just sticking with one idea. Imagery is something I’m not very good at. Also, being able to write humor is something I dream of, but I’m not a very funny person so that is dead in the water.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I personally prefer to just indicate that something is being said in another language, but to each their own. I don’t love having to google what something means or when someone types something out in one language and then puts in parentheses the translation right afterwards. That said, there are some cases where it’s done very well and adds to the story, so I guess it just depends.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Darren Shan/Harry Potter. I started writing it in a notebook bc I couldn’t get the idea out of my head. Then learned about fanfiction and it was all over from there.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

This is a really hard one…. Maybe Classroom Etiquette? It was really enjoyable to write. The Good In Me also holds a special place in my heart since I’ve been working on it for so long. (though Turning a New Shade of Red aka the Rise Hunger Games AU is quickly rising through the ranks to be one of my favs)

Well, I definitely need to tag in my writing bestie @boots-with-the-fur-club. You have no choice but to play the game. also tagging @psychologicalwarclaire, @phoebepheebsphibs and @onlyhereforturtles, but feel free to ignore if you want!! Anyone else who wants to do it, pretend I tagged you, and tag me so I can see it. 💚

#Tag game #my writing #This was fun #thank you again for tagging me dandy!!!

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harrysloveboat · 6 months

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Welcome to my Main Masterlist! Below you’ll find all my works and links. This is a secondary blog, the primary is @harryswildflower but I’m only active on here so if you see responses or follows by it, that’s just me! Thank you so much for visiting and I hope you enjoy🫶🏼

Fandoms:

❥ Harry Styles

❥ Outer Banks

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❥ The Summer I Turned Pretty

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❧ 23. pisces. cuban. my name’s anais, i’m a mom of 2. love reading as much as writing. absolute trash for harry, ashton, and JJ. I try to write as fast as possible but sometimes life gets in the way! That does not mean my works in progress will be left unfinished. Feel free to send any questions, feedback, and/or requests to my inbox. thank you so much for taking the time to read my work! If you enjoy, please like, comment, and/or reblog!

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#harrysloveboatmasterlist #harrysloveboat

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the-blaze-empress · 5 months

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galacticlance -> the-blaze-empress

Hello and welcome! this is my blog!!

I am Teg or Milo, and mostly I write fics! I also cosplay, and very occasionally do art! and i regularly go insane about my interests

they/crow/he, adult, philza notice x1

said interests can vary, but mostly what you'll find is some combination of the following: - emerald duo - philza - tears of the kingdom - hermitcraft - qsmp

i also just post random shit unapologetically so have fun with that!

Some useful things

links: ao3, cosplay instagram, twitch, my fics tag

my inbox is always open! please talk to me

i block liberally

mutuals feel free to ask for discord!

i Dont Do sideblogs its all here baybe if theres smth u dont like block the tag (tag list below)

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Tagging system and notes under the cut

yes I know it's insane that's the point <3

-> !! all of the following are susceptible to change !! <-

i don't generally tag for content/trigger warnings, bar unreality (#unreality), unless it is my own post (even then it's not guaranteed). if there is something you really absolutely need me to tag, ask, but no promises sorry.

i try to tag spoilers for things but again im not very good at it. generally the tag for that is #[thing] spoilers

Important(ish) tags:

#gremlin hoard <3 - favourite things #ah shit wheres the thing - things i want to come back to later #original thoughts in their natural habitat - original posts

#wisdom be uponeth ye - asks #reverse sphynx - ask games

#my fic - my fics generally i tag posts relating to certain fics with their title or abbreviation (eg #Small Gods or #tmatimry) #my art - my art. there is not very much of it #if the men find out we can shapeshift they'll call the church - my cosplay

MCYT tags:

#deaths malewife - philza #hardcoreza - hc!phil and such related things #tha scrunkle <3 - c!phil #oh! phil! - o!phil

#giant woman - kristin #tenobled - technoblade #my favourite war criminals - emerald duo

#toob - tubbo #enderboyo - c!ranboo #boy repellent - cc!ranboo #c!beeduo in gay love - beeduo (sometimes michael)

#theyre fambily ur honour - sbi #Definitely A Book Club - syndicate

#mi sobrina - tallulah #potato boy - chayanne #sunnymorning! - sunny #eGGIEs - qsmp eggs in general #disaster love polygon - anyone from q!phil's polycule. who is in that polycule? it changes and is completely up to my interpretation

#dsm5 i meant dsm5 - dsmp #i learnt coding for this - osmp #hoimycraf - hermitcraft #mantequilla de cacahuetes - qsmp #scott smajor jumpscare - miscellaneous mcyt

tags for other interests:

#minceraft - general minecraft content #im more of a cube tism kind of guy myself - my own minecraft content

#totk - anything loz related

#insert spiderverse tag here - into the spiderverse

#fucked up littol scrimblo - bishop's knifetrick watson

everything else:

#i cant cook - food/recipes

#if i had to see this then so do you - things i totally think you should see /lh

#add it to the mixing pot - cool worldbuilding ideas

#original thoughts in their natural habitat #my fic #if the men find out we can shapeshift they'll call the church #gremlin hoard <3 #ah shit wheres the thing #finally fucking made this post ive been meaning to do so for like a year #debating whether or not to tag this post with literally ever tag of mine #half the reason i made this post is for my own sanity with my tagging systen #and i did not realise theres a link limit per post!!!#tw flashing

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saruin · 2 years

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I'm a skyrim modder. I looove love the game, it's broken as hell, old as fuck and was barely a quarter of how great morowind and oblivion were.

I have ADHD so it takes me weeks to make my mods. There is an entire category of mods dedicated to fixing glitches and broken stuff. Some people change up my mods and repost them without credit.

But you know what? I ❤️❤️LOVE the skyrim community so much regardless of that. There are so many silly and cool mods, made by people who love the game and the community just as much as I do.

People have made expansion-sized mods that add 26 hours of gameplay, or followers with their own paid voice actors, new quests, quest awareness, that can interact with other mod followers (because we're a community that loves to work together!), people who update their mods years after retiring because they have so much love for the community and for the game.

We ask kindly for donations, but mostly for big projects. The one who did the 26+ hours one did it for his portfolio too. When Steam asked us, "do you want to make people pay you for access to some of your mods, as a means to give back for the work you did?" we all collectively said NO. (except that one modder who charged money for a mod that added a single apple to the game. Yes it was a joke)

I make mods in my free time because it's fun! I like contributing to one of my favourite game franchises, no matter how broken it is. And the reactions of people, who say they love my mods, that is all the payment I need.

If I don't feel like making mods anymore, I just don't! But can patreon paywallers and early access makers do that?

They turned a community-giving hobby into a form of contractual employment. It's no longer because you love the game, or the community, but because you are contractually obligated to provide content you are paid to make. You start to lose inspiration, the quality goes down but your prices still stay high. It's a cycle you can't come out of unless you put a stop to your biggest source of income.

If I ever make sims cc, I would do it because there are things i want in my game that i cannot find, and if it is good enough, i would want to release it to others so that they may enjoy it too. Modding is ultimately about love, and I have conflicting opinions on how much i love the sims community, but fantastic, brilliant and kind modders like you, who make such good content with so much heart and genuine passion, that it reminds me that i can always have love for a community, no matter how many bad eggs are there.

Modders who are hardworking, and who are passionate about modding and being community -driven, are going to be the wave of a new era of sims modding. You might not be as big and famous as other modders who are like-minded, but your love of your fans make you just as important.

thanks for coming to my ted talk, i'm super emotional bc of my meds and i tend to uh. ramble on forever

Omg anon, this made me so emotional too. <333

First off I want to completely agree with the first part. The skyrim community knows and understands how janky of a game Skyrim is but they love and support it anyway. Their community is so big and welcoming, I haven't had a single negative interaction with any one since I joined my first facebook group quite a few years ago. Sure you have the occasional complaint of booby mods but that's pretty much to be expected at this point.

Skyrim modders do SO much for their community without complaint because they love what they do and they want to bring a better experience to people. Skyrim is 11 years old and it's community is as active as it was day one with bigger and greater mods being released every day. it blows my mind sometimes, just seeing how much one person or even an small group of people can change a game.

When I first began making sims 4 mods I didn't have much of an opinion about anything in the community. I was fresh out of IMVU developing and after years of failing to make meaningful connections there, I had no idea how to approach anyone in this community. I guess that's why I floundered around for so long on TSR, I had no real purpose other than my creativity. But once TSR's rules began challenging and restricting the things I made I quickly started to look for alternative sites to upload my cc. I was apprehensive about tumblr at first because I didn't know how the community would accept me. Would I be this anonymous creator that only a few people downloaded stuff from or could I truly branch out and spread my wings like I wanted to?? I'm happy to say that I've met some truly amazing people hear and even though I've never met them/don't know what they look like/ never even heard their voice, they feel like real friends. Better friends than most I've had in my life tbh.

So when I decided to really set down roots in this community I had to make a very important decision, one I had been on the fence about since the very first time I saw someone's content locked behind a patreon paywall. How would I conduct myself? Would I ever paywall any of my creations? Am I doing this for the money? Am I willing to reblog and support those who do these things? It took me a long time to decide because quite frankly I'm not in a financially stable place right now. I live at home, have a crappy job and have to rely on others in my family for support. Getting exclusive revenue would help, but at the end of the day I realized: I love creating art more than anything in the world and keeping any of it from anyone for any amount of time would destroy me. Sometimes I get so excited about the things I create I release it early because I want people to enjoy it too.

If you go to my patreon about me page it says: "Mostly I'm here to bring something unique to your game, something I liked and said "Hey, maybe a bunch of other people will like it too". Because that's what I do. I make things for me and share them with other people. I don't even play on pc, all of my saves are on my xbone. I create because I love it and I will only support those that feel the same.

I see these other creators churning out content for their patreon every month and I think that could never be me. I don't follow very many creators because the majority of their content looks the same. Excuse me if anyone thinks I'm being rude, judgmental or harsh but it's the truth. All these early access packs, makup sets, mesh edits, hairstyles, etc. that I've seen are like carbon copies of one another. It frustrates me because I want to support more creators but a lot of them (especially the bigger ones) aren't worth it in my opinion.

#saruin answers #this was probably my longest reply #i got really emotional typing this out lol #cause im a crybaby

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forabeatofadrum · 1 year

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Guys, it is El WooWoo Wednesday and all the others. We know the drill by now. But you know what is big news? It’s February, aka Figuary! Thank you @artsyunderstudy for the tag on this fine Figuary day.

(Gonna plug my figure drawing Snowbaz AU The Naked Truth real quick!)

Yesterday I didn’t write anything new to make a fire out of this flame, but instead I spent an hour formatting it. The good thing about textfics is that I do not care for typos etc., but the bad part is the formatting. I should’ve taken the Little Numbers approach, but I also love the occasionally silly usernames.

I am actually a bit stuck on the ending, though. Like... I am so close to finishing it, I can practically taste it, if it were able to taste fics (this would be a fun ask game, as in, what would your fic taste like?)

Have some pining Baz:

I have some general writing thoughts under the tags and cut, so feel free to skip them, but first the weather, and by weather I mean the tags. I started Welcome to Night Vale yesterday after all the #cecilsweep hype, but I actually used this bad joke before.

ANYWAY. Tags! @quizasvivamos @blurglesmurfklaine @coffeegleek @esperantoauthor @otherworldsivelivedin @caramelcoffeeaddict @sillyunicorn @bazzybelle @dragoneggos @raenestee @tectonicduck @nightimedreamersworld @urban-sith @thnxforknowingme @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @takitalks @justgleekout @cerriddwenluna @tea-brigade @ivelovedhimthroughworse @moodandmist @whogaveyoupermission @bookish-bogwitch @confused-bi-queer @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @ionlydrinkhotwater @1908jmd @special-bc-ur-part-of-it @larkral @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @cutestkilla @nausikaaa/@wellbelesbian @facewithoutheart @boyinjeans @captain-aralias @martsonmars

Basically I am thinking about how I want to approach writing this year. I like writing. Otherwise I wouldn’t be here yapping about writing, but I have talked plenty about what I have dubbed “my girlboss situation”, which is that I took on so many things last year that I was “girlbossing too close to the sun”, which I need to credit Christina’s fic Thirst Trapped for, which in turn has to credit TikTok. So I am already not doing potenial challenges like the Klaine CC Valentine’s challenge and the Carry On Big Bang, and I am very on the fence about the Klaine Roulette because I want to join but also... no... girlboss situation. But I do want to do something.

I know I have many WIPs and that I also want to finish them, but there is just so much to write and honestly, I don’t mind if it takes a while. That’s why I came up with the whole hospital thing.

So I guess I am doing smaller new things now? I knew I was fucked when I claimed not one, but two prompts at the AU Please! fest, but come on, one was “Dex has the superpower to turn into a lobster”. I might actually drop that one, because I have no idea what to write for it, so ideas are welcome. And the other is a prompt where Jack travels in time and meets his past/future self, and I picked that one in the hope to get me back into my own Zimbits time travel fic. Apart from AU Please! I will do some small things for that new Radio Silence challenge, because if there’s one thing that will break my restraint, it’s a small fandom. If someone takes the effort to make the possibly first challenge for a fandom, then I am 🥹. But I hope that all of these fics will be around 1k. There was, for example, another prompt in AU Please! that I absolutely love, but the story that I saw unraveling in my mind was a big one so *wink wink nudge nudge* if you are a Zimbits writer, please claim the role reversal one so that I can read it.

I don’t really have a point here. I said above the cut that it’s just some musings. It’s on my mind because my 3rd university semester happened and I had an existential crisis at 1:30AM, as you do, about my potential OFFLINE girlboss situation (2 commissions at my queer organisation, master thesis, Chinese classes, art organisation, sidejob, intensive university course... ya... I may have girlbossed too close to the sun here) and I had a moment of “what do I do with my limited free time I do not have time to write if I also want to read and paint and draw and game.”

Look, I know I just wrote a WIP for my SJAEU about how terrible it actually is for Luke to be awake 24/7, but also, he does have more time than I do!

But yeah. Just some musings from a 24 year old having a potential quarter to life crisis. Also, I only recently found out I’ve been misspelling potential for over a decade. I wrote potentional. No idea where the extra o and n came from.

#wip wednesday #tagged in #i wrote the lesbian thing after i came home from a dinner thing where we talked about the lesbische liga's podcast yada yada long story #niall: yOU STARTED IT MAN

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mememanufactorum · 10 months

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Lythero – UMvC3 Lobby Shenanigans 6 sentence starters

* All lines are taken from this video

* FEEL FREE TO SHARE AS YOU PLEASE, NO CREDIT NEEDED. CHANGE PRONOUNS OR ANYTHING ELSE AS DESIRED.

“See ya later nerd.”

“Bruh. Let me pick. How about your mind your business over there, my guy, alright?”

“Damn, the judgment, dude.”

“Kind of experimental. We’ll see how it works out.”

“He has technically given you the best team in the game; however, it is high execution. Good luck.”

“Requires about 500 hours of play just to get it down half-good.”

“I’m coming in.”

“He’s a robo—”

“Bro, back the FUCK up!”

“Shotgu— SHOTGUN.”

“I love you, kitchen gun!”

“Get off my fuckin’ property, bro.”

“Hold on, lemme talk to you.”

“Oh my god? Truth come out?”

“EAT LEAD!!!”

“No, die.”

“You’re not supposed to confirm!”

“Magnum!”

“Oh my god, good old American magnum!”

“Wait, how is there no time on the clock? We’ve been playing so serious.”

“Getting kinda cold out there, [name].”

“What do you want me to do about it?!”

“Man’s got no jacket money, dude. It’s crazy.”

“Come on! Eat the content! Come on! Come on, get hit! Come on!”

“I’ve been turned into content!”

“Become content! You’re going to Twitter! I’m punching you in!”

“Alright, that’s it, you’ve been tweeted!”

“What is your team so I can pick it?”

“Wait, this team’s kinda cool.”

“Yo, come play some Call of Duty with me, my guy! Come play some Call of Duty with your old boy, dude!”

“Get fucked, loser.”

“They’re playing fuckin’ Time Crisis over here.”

“I’m really glad I entered this tournament, this is so much fun. Having a great time.”

“Alright, one missile for the culture.”

“Yeah, spin on him! Fuck him!”

“I’m paper! I’m paper! I’m made out of paper! Help!”

“I just wanted the ONE! ONE!”

“He’s GOATed!”

“Damn. My [name]’s kinda nice, bruh.”

“Damn, I’m sick!”

“Help! How do I play this?!”

“What the fuck is this fuckin’ hieroglyphics shit?”

“Motherfucker’s reading off the bar code.”

“Ohhh, he dropped it! He’s bad! He’s baaaad!”

“You had the world, [name].”

“Looks like we found out who the faker was.”

“You’re in big trouble, you haven’t paid for your mobile data plan in years.”

“My old Motorola phone, how could it be used against me?”

“How did you– How did you make it do it twice?!”

“If you’re good enough, you can go indefinitely.”

“What the fuck is this?! Do that again!”

“What is he doing?! I don’t understand!”

“You lousy motherfucker. Get your dog ass to the danger room right now or else I will shove this wheelchair up your ass!”

“And stop fucking with the microwave!”

“The [name]’s got the blinker shades on! Oh my god, hold on!”

“Bro, drip or drown! By any means necessary!”

“He made his armor from wood, dude! How do you stop it?!”

“I don’t need it, you’re already dead.”

“Damn, bro, he’s comin’ in!”

“Wait, hold on. I can confirm this.”

“That’s the sickest riff I’ve ever heard.”

“You bastard! I can’t believe you did that to me!”

“Get back in line, nerd!”

“Welcome to the back of the bus, my guy!”

“He’s been in the back of the bus so long he’s a fuckin’ skeleton back there.”

“That was not close enough! I need a ref!”

“Hello, ref here. Uhh, that was not close enough, there’s nothing I can do though. [name]’s gonna beat me up as well.”

“I would only get grabbed if I tried to help.”

“Always remember what I could’ve done.”

“How was I beaten by someone from the ‘80s?”

“How was I beaten by someone before Christ?”

“Dab me up! DAB ME UP!!!”

“Time to watch you shower!”

“Justice is happening.”

“That was so stupid.”

“Oh– Shit! He’s already gaming!”

“Ah, so anyway, you die right? It’s crazy.”

“This motherfucker ripped out the metal piping from his house JUST to kill you!”

“You searched THAT on the internet? Interesting. This guy’s a weirdo. I’m kinda into it.”

“SHUT THE HELL UP!!!”

“Yo, quit! You got grabbed, that’s the rule!”

“Hey, yo, I’m up here doin’ stuff! This is my safe space!”

“Yo, salty that man right now.”

“No more, last one. No more, last one. No more, last one. Last one. No more.”

“Does that mean the last one?”

“Last one. Ten more.”

“I’m scanning for infrastructure.”

“I don’t know what’s happening!”

“What the dumb shit–?! The fuckin’– a– shit, a– Don’t look at me that way!”

“Don’t say my government! DIE! No one must ever know!”

“[name] WILL NOT PAY TAXES!”

“Excuse me?! Why is it still going?! Excuse me?! It’s still going?!”

“I need to talk to you about something. Hear me out real quick. Explosion.”

“No, they’re cute. His feet are cute, shut up.”

“My mother made these. You better shut your mouth.”

“He hit ‘em with the curse, bro!”

“Not worth the bar, let’s go!”

“Wait, hold on. Something’s up. Something’s definitely up.”

“Your honor, those are the fakers!”

“I’m gonna sus this out somehow.”

“My brain went dead, I didn’t know what to do.”

“I’m deadass, Ed-boy.”

“Did ya see it?”

“Mama didn’t raise no bitch.”

“I can’t do thing. I can’t do my taxes. Help.”

“HE’S COMING FOR ME!!!”

“Why come?!”

#roleplay meme #roleplay prompt #rp meme #rp prompt #Back at it again.

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CHARATER INTRODUCTION

(with picrew designs because i havent drawn all of them quite yet + slight fictional blood warning + songs I think fit them because tehehehee)

(Picrew link!)

Silas Evans

The main plot follows Silas, after being murdered 5 years prior, he spent his time locked up in a building in the afterlife, for 'protection purposes' as the deities that watched him put it. After unknowingly signing his soul away to Axel. He gets his physical features messed around with a bit, so the humans wouldn't recognize him back down on earth. Axel tries to take his soul early, but it doesn't quite work, as half of Silas' soul stays with him. As his soul split, so too did his memories. While slowly regaining them, he meets new and old friends. He recognizes some of them, but can't just put his finger on who they are.

Milo Sanders

Milo went through a struggle after his best friend (and crush) died, desperately searching for someone to remind them of their lost friend, stumble across a passed out person in their backyard. They took the person in for the time being, said person being Silas. When Silas was confirmed to be good and well, Milo sent him on his way. After a run-in with some heavenly being, later to be known as Erin, they go out searching for Silas, just for Silas to find him first. Milo heavily questioned the newly bloodied state of the man, but cleaned him up regardless.

Kenneth Miller

Kenneth, or often known as Kenny, was called to an odd scene, his best friend and some blood covered ginger. Obviously very concerned, he dialed the police, and Milo frantically had to explain to the police that nothing was wrong. Kenny obviously disliked Silas, creating an odd rivalry. They remain civil for Milo's sake, but the second he's gone, you can bet they'd be at eachother's throats. Despite absolutely hating Silas, he'd do anything for Milo, creating a few surprising truces.

Hannah Evans

Hannah is someone who can think when necessary, but doesn't care most other times. Which gives her adopted father quite a headache sometimes. He still loves her though. Because she reminds him of ???. After a quick trip to the store, Hannah bumps into some redhead who is very confused, concerned, and possibly angry at her sudden idea to go shopping. Easily becoming friends, their relationship ends up growing to a more sibling like relationship. Much to Silas' confusion, apparently they are siblings. Legally. Silas doesn't remember his father much, but his father seems to recognize him.

Erin

A very wholesome being, despite some odd feel to them. Out of the main 6, they're the one that everyone says to protect at all costs, because they seem innocent. Emphasis on seem. A few days after giving some helpful insight to Milo, they bump into Silas, who evidently doesn't know them, but oh, do they know him. Erin is often mistaken for a mortal, despite not being one. After a few events, the others start to catch on that maybe, just maybe, their beloved friend Erin isn't what they seem.

Axel

After successfully signing a deal with Silas, he gets to head back to Earth. Fucking around with mortals appears fun, I guess. After a heavy amount of bloodshed, he retires back to their realm, watching. They pop by for a 'friendly' chat with Silas once in a while, making sure he doesn't get too quaint. A few slip ups happen and Silas starts regaining other parts of his soul, slowly breaking free from Axel's grip.

#ocs #oc intro #hehehe #i love my silly little ocs #such goobs #Silas - 🍊#Milo - 🐋#Kenny - 🍨#Hannah - 🎵#Erin - 🍵#Axel - 🔪#Spotify

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wh4re4marvel · 2 years

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The Devil Always Gets What He Wants…

A/N: God that fucking smirk jdkJfkejfkshfjwndkdj

This is my first posted smut, enjoy I hope?

Feel free to reblog, like, reply, share but please don’t copy my work or repost elsewhere without any sort of credit! Also READ THE WARNINGS! My page and content is NOT for minors and in no way do I welcome minors.

Word Count: 6,285

Summary:

Reader hasn’t had sex in a while, rants to her friends in their office which just so happens to be Foggy and Nelson’s about stress, wanting sex, and a crush on the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. However the Devil has been a bit obsessed with our reader for a while now and after being mistreated and taken for granted by this city for so long, he figures why not just take what he wants for once… after all he deserves something nice and sweet for himself right?

Pairing: Fem reader x Daredevil/Matt Murdock

⚠️ MINORS DNI⚠️

Possible Content Warnings: Rough sex, angry sex? Mean Matt! Mean Daredevil! Dirty talk, crying, degrading, unprotected vaginal sex, F receiving oral, stalking, lots of dirty talk(come on it’s Matt), obsession, drinking(but not drunk when we get to the fun stuff), spanking, pet names (bunny, angel, baby), choking, very brief mention of knife play, dubcon/noncon a bit…? It’s a mess…(If i left anything out let me know!)

Also I am not responsible for your media consumption, warnings are up, once you continue on from here it’s all on you!

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The Devil Gets What He Wants

You were closing up the shelter again, another long ass day at the workplace. You couldn’t help but be a bit annoyed. Your shit boss couldn’t put more than two people to cover an entire day? You had to work overtime for the fourth time this week. You heard the dogs suddenly bark loudly, You snapped your head toward the animals in their kennels, “hey hey what’s up guys?” You couldn’t help but frown, you had thought the random barking had stopped, you’ve done so much training.

All have been walked, played with, had check ups and eaten today. As much as you loved the little fur babies they were too much all at once so you were happy to leave for now. You knew by tomorrow you’d miss them all over again, you’re finally getting your two days off. Two days where you run your errands, pay bills, check on family and friends, clean your small ass apartment and pretend you’re holding it all together when you’re really barely scraping by. No time for you. No time for relaxation, or sex, love, partying.

God you missed sex.

The last time you had sex was last year, it’s November so put that together. Thanks to the new job and strong lack of a social life, you haven’t had any new lovers. That’s New York I guess, place so full of people and you can’t find one for you. Not even one to give you a good fuck.

Your phone buzzed right as you locked up, shit I forgot to kiss Charlie by. Charlie has been at the shelter over a year, he’s an older gentlemen, a kind pit bull with such a sweet heart, but he has some scars that people just can’t see past. Lucky you, you have an apartment that doesn’t allow dogs.

“Oh hey Foggy, how are ya?” You smiled as you answered, walking to your place. “Good. Hey I called to see if you’re busy tomorrow actually. Karen and I could really use a fresh eye on this case.” He explained and you nodded as if he could see you. “Mmm yeah I’ll come by, what time? I can bring some coffee if you guys want?” “Oh yes! You’re amazing! Any time after 9 works great.” He sounds overly excited and cheerful and you couldn’t help but giggle. “Alright I’ll see ya then dork!” You couldn’t help but giggle a bit again.

“Almost there.” You mumbled to yourself as you heard your foot steps echo, you felt off. Something was horribly wrong. New York is never quiet.

As you were entering the code to let yourself into your building , you felt eyes on you. You glanced back as your fingers brushed the door handle just to check, and a figure across the street was there. You could feel them, and something told you they could feel you too. “You get a kick out of watching ladies walk home or somethin’?” You shouted with annoyance. The pervs in New York…

Whoever it was didn’t budge so you went on in anyways. Making sure to immediately shut the door behind you, not wanting to welcome the figure in. It wasn’t the first time you’ve been possibly followed or watched, but nothing more than a cat call has actually happened.

Immediately you collapsed on your bed, enjoying the comfort of the full size mattress, best size you could afford and fit into the small space. You fell asleep and dreamt of the night you met the masked man in Hell’s Kitchen. The one time it was more than a cat call. You liked to try and force the events from your mind, random drunk guys on the street cornered you in some alley, you thought the unspeakable would happen, but they didn’t get a chance to set one finger on you as the devil himself appeared.

“Are you alright?” He asked and something about him seemed familiar. You longingly stared at the man as you trembled a bit still, it was many months ago, but his voice was fresh in your mind. “I’m alright, thanks.” You barely mumbled, you were stunned. Happy to be saved, just so much so fast, hell you were just headed home from a shit bar where you were just with your friends…

You stood before the man with horns in awe, he cocked his head to the side. Why was he so familiar? You wondered if he wondered the same.

Your blaring alarm woke you up, how could a dream so short be so long? You rubbed your eyes, it was barely six in the morning. You groaned annoyed at the fact that you left your work alarm on. Past you, you dumb cunt.

In the long run, you were grateful for that early wake up call. You had time to read, clean a bit, shower, shave, pluck some out of place eyebrow hairs, do a bit of makeup, pick a hell of an outfit and rub sweet sweet body butter onto yourself. You were thriving! Today was going to be great, you could feel it.

It was only 8:45 when you left but you wanted a head start to get some coffee and maybe show up a minute early or so. You stopped at your favorite coffee spot, getting three of the drinks, only a couple minutes of a walk to their office. Nelson & Murdock, however you never see much of Murdock. You’ve met the man on many occasions, he’s a cocky sarcastic fucker. You like it, but you’d never let him know that. He has quite the charm…

“Oh, hi Matt, I was expecting Foggy.” You were taken back as Mr. Murdock himself stood in front you, you had to knock a couple times. You almost thought you were too early, you looked at the clock and it was 8:55, where the hell is he? You can’t be alone with this man right now…

“Ms. Y/L/N, how are you? It’s been a while.” That cocky grin appeared on his face making you bite your lip. “I’m good Matthew thank you for asking. Where’s Foggy and Karen?” You asked as you sat the coffee down on a nearby counter. “WE ARE HAPPY TO SERVE YOU” yellow letters screamed at you. “Should be here any minute, I didn’t know you were coming by.” You could hear the smirk in his voice, always has something to smirk about. “I didn’t know you’d be here either, I only brought three coffees. You could definitely have mine though.” You were going to play it nice. Maybe Matt and I don’t have to hate each other. “I mean this is my office.” He sarcastically replies. Okay maybe we do have to hate each other. The thought crossed your mind. He walked over to you, inches from you. His chest hit yours, torsos brushing…

“Thanks for the coffee.” He smiled and reached right past you for a cup, walking off. Tease. The word angrily came to your mind. Wait how did he know where it was…

Before you could ask Foggy came in, thank god! “Oh you’re here already great!” He smiled and grabbed a cup of the hot liquid. “So we have this case and-,” as Foggy continued, you tried to pay attention but the way you felt that almost being watched feeling returned. It was coming from Matt though…

…

“Oh yes one hundred percent!” You instantly answered slamming your hand on the desk gently. After going over their case, Karen, Foggy, Matt and you had some drinks all at Foggy’s desk. Foggy choked on his drink and Matt chuckled, “oh what? If this was some hot woman dressed in some sexy super hero type suit you wouldn’t wonder damn what are you like in the sheets?” You asked outraged they could disagree.

“I just asked if you’d ever sleep with some stranger who fights crime in a leather suit and with no hesitation you said yes.” Karen giggled summarizing the new topic oddly. “Okay well first off, hot stranger, and sexy leather suit.” You corrected her with a giggle as you took another sip of your drink. “Okay you two, come on really? If you were a woman, you wouldn’t?” You were astounded they could disagree. “I don’t think I could ever come back to this office after that.” Foggy said shaking his head with a smile, making Matt laugh softly. You assumed he meant due to the devil of Hell’s Kitchen and his illegal activities, of course a lawyer would avoid such drama. Little did you know he just didn’t want to fuck his best friend…

“I’m just saying no questions asked, him, me, rough sex. ANYTIME.” You emphasized your previous statement. Karen and you talked about your interest in the masked man. She didn’t think you were serious. “Look, this man could spit on me, choke me, slap me, spank me, bruise my insides and I would pray to God to let him do it all over again and thank him for every second.” You said shrugging your shoulders. Okay maybe I can’t hold my liquor too well. Foggy took away my glass, “you’re done for the night.” He laughed shaking his head.

You looked over at Matt and his slightly pink cheeks, lip between his teeth with a grin on his face. What’s he smiling about? “Yeah you’re past done Y/N.” Karen giggled a bit as she finished her own drink. “Aw you guys are no fun!” You rolled your eyes and pouted a bit. “Okay okay, we need to get you laid girl. Why not try a dating app? I heard people hook up all the time using those.” You cringed instantly at Karen’s words. “Ew, I don’t want to do stuff with a stranger.”

Foggy immediately erupted into laughter, “you see the irony in that, due to your previous statements right?” “That’s different. There’s something so sexy about that man, I’d lick the blood off his lip, for the devil he looked like a damn angel, a heroic one. He had quite the ass on him! Ou! I didn’t mention that the first time! It’s all round and plump! Yeah definitely would let him hit, he’s probably HUNG, but even after a year of no sex I’d make him fit.” “Okay!” Karen sat up grabbing my hand. “That’s enough talking from you.” She smiled and shook her head. Your head was a bit dizzy but you meant what you were saying, you think, yeah, you did.

“Let’s walk you home. I should get going to.” Karen said looking over at the clock. Matt and Foggy stopped their loud chuckling and cackling and also stood up getting ready to go. “We should get going to.” Matt said and grabbed his cane.

You shivered a bit as you stepped out the door, your skirt doing nothing to keep you warm. “I’ll walk with you, we live like a block from each other anyways.” Karen said as we got outside. The wind blowing through your thin low cut blouse, damn the revealing clothing thing was dumb. It’s freezing tonight.

After some brief small talk, we all were finally making our separate ways. You gave Foggy a small peck on the cheek and a hug, “bye Foggs.” You smiled and poked his nose. You hugged Matt, arms around his neck, leaning to the cocky fella’s ear and whispered a “Bye Matty.” Pecking his neck right below his ear with a smile after as you looked at his surprised face. Lips parted ever so slightly, and just like that Karen and you begun your walk home.

“Wow, a whole year without sex. I can’t imagine.” Karen said still stunned by the fact you let slip earlier. “Ugh I know!” You groaned at the thought, sad at remembering yet again that streak goes on. “Maybe your mystery man can help you, I mean he’s out at night right?” She joked gesturing to the night sky. “God I wish!” You laughed obnoxiously as you couldn’t help it. The alcohol still in your system.

“Bye hun.” You murmured as you pecked her cheek, you were right in front of her building. “Are you sure you’ll be okay?” Karen’s worried tone laced with the question. “Yes, I walk home from work all the time. I promise I’ll be just fine.” You assured the taller woman with a nod. “Okay,” she said hesitantly. “Just call me immediately!” She gently demanded and you nodded again. “Yes mom!” You rolled your eyes and made sure she got inside safe before fully turning the corner heading home.

You hummed along to the song playing in your head, only a couple minutes away. You were speed walking, well as fast as the heels on your feet would let you. “Hey ma! Ma! Come on I don’t bite!” A man in some group shouted, that’s when you really started to pick up the pace. Fuck, no.

The night was feeling too familiar, you could see your apartment building now. Rushing in, closing the glass door behind you, that figure across the street. You could tell it wasn’t those men, same feeling as yesterday… You could feel one another’s presence. So similar yet so different from being watched.

You shook your head, heading up to your apartment. The stairwell was at least empty, the people in the building all seemed reasonable. “Home sweet home!” You cheered to yourself as you threw the heels off instantly, they were Hell after a few hours. You walked over to your fridge grabbing yourself a glass of water, and headed to your room. Fuck this apartment was cold, you froze. Your window was open…

Something so unlike you and so careless, how, when even? You shook your head, shutting the glass and locking it. Looking out, not the best view of the city but it was still a damn good one. You sipped the water as you looked out at the lights all over, bringing the city to life. Then you saw something, someone, the masked figure right in front of you, what the fuck…

The realization hit the window was acting as a mirror and you dropped your glass, shattering near your feet as you gasped in fear. He’s in your house… A hand covered your mouth and you stared at the figure behind you in horror. “Hi Angel, Are you alright?” Those all too familiar words repeated and you heart dropped. He remembered you?

“Missed you,” he pulled you around to face him. His figure towering over your small frame. “W-what?” Was all you could muster. What the fuck is happening? Why is he here? What does he want? “I can hear that little heart of yours pounding, like a little scared bunny. Are you scared of me?” The man asked, stepping ever closer to you. Hand wrapping around my throat, not squeezing but just, present. You let out a small gasp and felt your eyes water. Why is this happening to you?

“You should be scared bunny, you want the devil. You got him.” He whispered against the shell of your ear. Warm breath on your neck sending shivers down my spine. I felt the place between my thighs dampen, Jesus am I really getting turned on by this. “What, what are you talking about? What do you want?” You asked shaking your head, leaning back, trying not to take a step, afraid of the broken glass on the floor.

“I hear everything Angel. Like you wanting, this.” He smiled as he wrapped his hand firmly around my throat, pulling you toward him on your tip toes. A small moan slipped from your throat, You didn’t mean for it to but it did. His smile only grew at that. “You’re gonna be a good girl for me tonight okay Y/N?” Presented as a question but his tone made it so clear it was a demand. Yet again that voice was so familiar, especially when he said your name… How would he even know it?

“I’ve been observing you.” He spoke as he pulled you back, and pushed you down onto your bed. “Alone all the time, overworked, stressed, tired, horny… You need this just as much as I do Angel.” He leaned over you, large body engulfing your frame. “I don’t know what you heard, b-but I was drunk- and I just- no. Please just leave.” You nearly whined at how roughly he grabbed your cheeks. “Stop lying, I hate liars. You’re all so bad at it, and Y/N you’re the worst. Such a good girl, your lying is just pitiful.” He practically spits those last words at you, such anger.

“Now, don’t make me do things here the hard way baby. Lie back, I can smell how much you want this. That little cunt of yours has been dripping all day long, let me take care of that for you.” Your eyes widened, he’s been “observing” you all day? How have you not noticed? How does he know so much?

With your skirt already riding up your thighs, he just rips the thin lace clean off you, your skin burning at the feeling. You gasped and whimpered at the roughness. “Please sir.” You couldn’t help but whine as the strange man kissed your inner thigh, giving it a small lick. Suddenly your thighs were gripped harshly, body pulled to the edge of your bed. His fingers digging into your skin, ensuring bruises by tomorrow morning. You gasped as his tongue dived between your lips and against your clit, his facial hair scratching around your sensitive area.

Only a couple licks in and you were a whining mess for the man between your thighs. He lapped his tongue at your clit with such speed and precision it made your eyes roll. Your moans turned into screams in pleasure fast as he worked the most sensitive part of your clit, one hand disappeared from your thigh. Only to appear between your legs, a finger at your opening. The areas so sensitive having not been touched in so long. Hell you didn’t even have the time yourself. Now the devil himself is devouring you and your most sensitive areas. You gasped as one of his thick rough fingers entered your soaked hole, that welcomed him with ease with how much you were dripping for him. A complete stranger. He nearly smiled as he ate your pussy, he had you such a mess so soon. That smell of yours was nearly overwhelming for him, not to mention the sweet sweet taste. He groaned, he couldn’t get enough.

So suddenly he sucked harshly at your clit making you cry out in pleasure, thighs clenching around his head. You whined when one of the horns on his helmet pricked your inner thigh. The pain disappeared immediately as he began his torturous licking again. Another finger pushed into you making you whimper and moan. “I’m gonna cum!” You practically screamed as your thighs began to shake. He smiled and paused for a split second, “cum bunny.” The two words were more than what you needed to let go as he worked those thick long fingers inside you, tongue matching that fast speed on your bundle of nerves.

You’ve came before, but never like this. Your whole body trembled harshly, vision blurred as tears flew from your eyes and you screamed horrendously as he continued to devour your sweet pussy. In love with your taste. “P-please.” You begged at the overwhelming pleasure. After one more light suck on your clit, he removed his mouth and fingers. “Fuck Angel, you taste like Heaven.” He smiled evilly at you, you stared in awe at his plump lips, chin dripping with your wetness and his spit.

He leaned forward, hovering over you, lips centimeters from yours. His breath gently falling over your lips, you stared at his waiting patiently. He closed the distance instantly, his soft lips on yours. Unlike his soft lips the kiss was rough, passionate, needy. The taste of you so prominent in his mouth as your tongues explored one another’s. He couldn’t get enough at that fruity sweet taste in yours. Everything about you was so sweet to him. He groaned into the kiss throwing his head back a bit as his hard cock brushed your thigh. “Please sir.” You whined, that aching feeling between your thighs was so prominent. “I want to see you.” The desperation in your voice was so prominent you hated yourself for it, but in the moment you didn’t care very much.

“Maybe once I’m inside you.” The words left his mouth with such promise in them. You almost gulped as you shut your thighs nervously, sitting up more and biting your lip staring into the red where his eyes would be. “Why do you want to see me? What if I’m someone you know?” The man asked as he gently gripped your chin. “You really wanna see the man that just ate that pretty little pussy out to it’s limit?” The cockiness this man had…. he wasn’t wrong. You could tell he knew it by the confidence he had.

“I don’t care. I just want to feel you, touch you, please.” You begged and spread your thighs again, he smiled at this, biting that bottom lip of his. “If you insist.” He grins, licking his lip, undoing his belt. You watch in excitement in awe, he noticed this as your heart beat quickens. “Excited are you now Angel?” He cocks his head at you, as he pulls down the leather pants and his boxers along with it. You watch as his v line appears more and more until his cock is in front of your face. The pink throbbing tip leaking precum. Panic raises through you as you realize his size, his girth alone was more than you were used to, but his length, how on earth would it fit? Your eyes were wide with surprise, you figured the man would be big, based on his confidence and actions. I mean a crime fighter has got to have some big balls to do what they do, but damn you didn’t expect this. “Nervous Angel?” His smile still plastered on his cocky fucking face. God he really reminded you of someone…. someone annoying. “I can hear your heart racing, too big for you?” The grin on his face didnt falter for a moment, but his tone was darker. Almost getting to that angry sounding one he had earlier…

“Do I have to take you the hard way or are you gonna lay back down and let me fuck you baby.” Though worded like a question it was yet again another demand. You shook a bit in fear, laying down and he climbed on top of you, kissing your lips, you shut your eyes, enjoying the feeling. Letting yourself forget what’s to come.

His lips traveled down to your neck, and you felt his cock rub your soaked pussy. “Mmm.” You moaned trying to hold back the sound. He clearly heard it, that fucking smile still there as he to your surprise ripped your blouse in half, the fabric tossed to the side instantly as he kisses down your chest, going to your nipples. Sucking and biting harshly at the sensitive buds. You became a whiney mess for him all over again. He sucked marks all into your flesh, making you his.

His tip brushed your hole and you squeaked. “I don’t know if I can do thi-.” You started but he just began to push in. “You wished for it baby,” he began and groaned as he continued to slowly push himself in. “When talking to Karen on the walk home, when she said I always come out at night. Then you said you’d one hundred percent fuck me Angel, remember? In the office?” He spoke driving you insane as your brain scrambled but couldn’t focus as he continued to push his huge dick inside of you. Stretching you perfectly to fit him, all of him if possible. Your wetness making it easier for him to slide himself in, but your tight grip ever so slightly making him have to force himself in. Your tight walls gripped him unforgivingly. “Ah fuck.” He groaned as you were just a broken whimpering mess under him.

“Think, use that big dumb brain, you know me Angel. Who am I?” The voice was so familiar but you couldn’t think even a little bit as his cock started to hit some amazing spots inside you. Your eyes fluttering as your mouth was gaped open in utter pleasure.

“Mmm fuck.” You moaned instead of an actual response. “Damn baby I’m not even all the way in and you’re already cock drunk.” You could hear the grin in his voice yet again. Your eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. “Ugh please stop.” You whined knowing damn well you didn’t want him to stop one bit. The humiliation was kicking in a bit. He reminded you, he was a stranger. “Letting some strange man into you, naughty girl.” He groaned and suddenly, you felt so incredibly full, he was fully in. Well all that fit, maybe an inch or so wasn’t in.

“So fucking tight Y/N.” He groaned throwing his head back. His hair falling in front of his face. Wait his hair? Your eyes widened a bit again and you realized the mask was off. He moved his head back down and your eyes met with Matthew fucking Murdock. The sarcastic entitled cocky blind man, who is also a super sexy cocky entitled crime fighter… who you had no clue was blind…

Matt noticed you noticed by the way your pussy drooled around him, getting wetter, sucking him in deeper, clenching around him. You both moaned at that, “M-matt?” You said confused but angry, very turned on but hoping he wouldn’t notice that, but of course he did. He knew who you really were, all this time. A feeling of betrayal creeping in. It didn’t last as his hips started to move. “Matt, your practical enemy balls deep inside you baby, how do you like it?” His cocky voice taunted in your ear. You couldn’t answer as he started to really fuck you, thrusting his hips into yours with such strength and speed. Not even adjusted to his size he began to pound into you before you could even really react to finding out the identity of your once hero, who’s a fucking villain.

“Matthew, fuck, stop it. This is, wrong.” You moaned out between thrusts as your arms wrapped around his neck, looking for something to hold onto. “I told you I hate liars Angel.” He growled and shoved himself fully inside you again, slamming into a spot so deep in you that made you see stars. “Matt! Stop it!” You yelped and slammed your hands on his shoulders, digging your nails into the leather. Your walls spasmed a bit around him, he also or couldn’t believe he finally was inside the tight wet walls he could only ever imagine.

Matt Murdock was a good man, had a nice job, nice apartment, helped nice people, but it came at a price for him. Where was the love for the masked man who saved his city? Who loved his city so much he took one beating after the other, saving more people than he could keep track of. However one night he saved a woman in an alley, he recognized her smell, her voice, the way her heart beat… it was you. Matt had spent so much wasted time flirting with you hoping to maybe take you back home, he wanted something sweet and nice for himself. Was that so wrong? He could smell you all the time you were around, that scent between your thighs all for him. He knew his words always got you worked up, that’s why he continued to say them. Although no matter how hard the man tried you didn’t budge, Hell’s Kitchens devil had enough. He was going to take what’s his. After all, he deserved it after everything he’s done.

Something inside him as the lies continued to slip from your mouth, snapped.

You could feel the change in the air, around him, the sweet kind justice fighting lawyer, wasn’t there. This was who you fell for in the alley that night, the angry rage filled crime fighting devil. “You wished for this Angel, don’t forget it.” His voice filled with venom as he grabbed your thighs, hooking his arms around your legs, your body moving impossibly closer to his.

He continued to thrust harshly into your sensitive hole, as hard and as fast as he fucking pleased. Listening to the sweet sounds you made for him, the moans, whines, whimpers. Your rapid breaths and pounding heart, you tried to muffle your moans with your hands. “Don’t make me tie you up.” Your pussy denied your mind and was on the opposite page as you clenched around him at those words. “You’d like that hmm?” He groaned and picked up his pace a bit. “Maybe next time.” Your eyes widened at that, this would happen again?

Suddenly you were flipped around onto your stomach by the man in red. “Wanna take you from behind bunny, I’ve always loved this ass of yours.” Matt practically moaned out in ecstasy as his hands groped your ass harshly, his senses trying to not get overwhelmed by you, the scent of your pussy filling his nose like it never has before, dripping for him like there’s no tomorrow. Your sounds you made for him as he touched you in any way was something he never realized how badly he needed, like the most amazing music to his ears. Not to mention the feeling of you, all of you. His hands could never get enough, he needed more always. “Please Matthew-.” His chuckle interrupting you. “Oh baby, you can save whatever lie you’re going to tell,” he spoke as you assumed he was undressing himself from the sounds of movement and a zipper. “The devil stops at nothing Angel.” He remarked, chest against your back as he whispered the words right into your ear. “Now be a good girl and let out all those pretty little sounds for me.” As soon as those words left his mouth, Matt slid back into you, stretching you right back open for him.

“Fuck!” You cried out at the stretch all over again, he felt ever bigger at this angle making you whine. The groan he let out was God sent. His hips met your ass, hands firmly grabbing your waist as he begun to fuck roughly into you. “Mmm such a good girl, taking me so well.” He moaned out as he bottomed in and out of you at an unforgiving pace.

His body had such strength and force you could barely hold yourself up, but he was mainly doing it for you, pulling you back to meet his hips as you sobbed into your sheets in such extreme pleasure, never feeling anything quite like this. You loved to be man handled but never met a man who could do so, you guess the devil would be more than manly enough…

Your jaw couldn’t even shut as you all you did was moan helplessly on Matt’s huge cock. “Fuck me!” You cried out as he relentlessly pounded that spot inside you. “That’s what I’m doing sweetheart.” The cocky mouth of his remarked as he smacked your ass, making you gasp. That was definitely going to leave a mark, not that Matt cared. He was only getting more turned on by the thought of marking you as his. He couldn’t wait to do it from the inside out. He was getting close, twitching at the thought of finally releasing inside of you.

“Matty please!” You mewled and that did something to him. You were pleading for more… and he would stop at nothing to give that to you. However you know how Matt is, cocky and an asshole. He couldn’t just give it to you. No, you’d have to earn it.

“Beg.” Matt demanded. Taking you by surprise. Was he serious? He slowed down, but fucked you hard and slow, driving you wild. You couldn’t think very straight at the new pace and strength he was using, too cock drunk off him. “Come on baby, use your words. Tell me what you want.” The demand was much more firm as he dug his fingers deeper into the flesh of your hips. “P-please fuck me harder Matty! Please ugh! I’ll be so good.” You begged and pleaded as you gripped at your sheets with your eyes shut, tears had just poured from them and they stung. However that didn’t matter as he grabbed your skirt with such force, using it as handlebars as he railed into you harder. You didn’t think such speed and strength was possible. Leave it to Matt Murdock to prove you wrong.

“Matty! Fuck s’good!” You cried out as the brunette gave you everything you could possibly need and more in a fuck. You saw more than stars, hell this man made you see and feel a universe with the pleasure he made you feel. Another smack surprised you on your ass, “tell me how good it feels baby.” You could hear it in his voice he was close to. “I-Mmm, Oh God!” You couldn’t even form a proper sentence he had you so blissed out. “God? Quite the opposite actually Angel, now tell me how good I’m making you feel.” He pushed down on your back, arching you more so he could pound that spot in you harder. You damn near screamed in shock and pleasure, “Feels so fucking good Matty! I’m gonna cum!” Your legs trembled and body shook as he got a little sloppy, reaching down rubbing your clit, hovering his body over yours, kissing your shoulder and neck as he groaned in you ear as you gripped all around his cock. Creaming all over his well endowed self.

“Ah fuck Y/N!” He bit down on your shoulder and his hips slammed fully back to yours, stilling inside you as he filled you with his cum. Painting your insides with himself, finally marking you as his. You let out a small moan at the feeling. He stood up after a little while of lying there, enjoying the feeling, coming down from his high. You slowly leaned up, groaning as your body ached, especially between your thighs. “Matty huh?” He broke the silence, warmth crept to your cheeks. “Has a nice ring to it when you use it.” He said as he started to get dressed, the leather was surprisingly not very hard for him to put on.

“Well don’t get used to it Murdock.” You remarked and tried not to stare at his beautiful upper half as he had his pants back on, sadly. The scars and bruises littering his pale skin made you sadden, but oddly turned on. It complimented him well. “I can smell you getting wetter.” The words made you shut your thighs together and more blood rush to your cheeks. “Sorry.” Was all you knew to say, feeling shy and awkward now.

“Don’t be, I like it.” He said gently grabbing your chin, back to himself it seemed. “Of course you do.” You laughed a bit rolling your eyes as you stood up, ready to get dressed. “Well, I’m sure you can let yourself out the same way you came in.” You stated and started to get dressed, into some more comfortable clothes of course. God knows that outfit is trash now thanks to the man in red. You slid out of your stretched out skirt and glanced over at the shredded material which was once a shirt.

“I bet you’re a sight for sore eyes.” He said standing right behind you, the feeling all too familiar. It gave you butterflies…

“Yeah thanks a lot.” You rolled your eyes, catching a glimpse of the hickeys, bruises and spank markings he left on your body. “You’re welcome, sorry I couldn’t throw cuts in. I know you would’ve like that.” He said, lips brushing your neck as he kissed at the sensitive flesh. “Don’t start, I’m way too sore.” You pleaded with him, trying to ignore his touch as you grabbed some old over sized flannel to cover you up a bit.

“Fine, but this continues at my place.” Matt’s evil smile returned making your eyes widen. “W-what?” You turned to face him but were met with sleep instead. “All mine now Angel.” You heard right as the dark fully consumed you, you were the devil’s toy, his play thing now. When he wants something, he gets it. And he wants you.

Part Two here!

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bakapandy · 2 years

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BakaPandy’s FAQ

Hi, I’m Pandy, welcome to my tumblr! I thought I’d make a little post about me and some frequently asked questions I get. Please read this before sending me an ask!

ABOUT ME

Who are you?

I’m BakaPandy, but you can call me Pandy! Pronouns are she/her/hers. I’m 27 years old and I draw for fun or whatever catches my fancy.

Where are you from?

USA

Do you draw professionally?

No, I draw as a hobby. I work in the medical field.

(While I’m glad people are interested in what I do, I’d rather if you don’t ask me questions about it as I would like to keep my professional life private and separate from fandom)

How did you come up with your username?

I was a 11 yo weeb in the 2000s - early 2010s where everything had “baka” or “kawaii” or “sugoi”, etc. The name bakapandy stuck from way back then and has become a bit of a brand and changing it is just too much effort.

How can I support you as an artist?

I have a Ko-Fi!

Reblogs are always the best. And feel free to comment! I love reading comments, replies, and tags. They always make my day.

Unfortunately, I don’t have the time to take commissions, but I do appreciate any sort of support!

ABOUT MY ART

Do you take commissions or requests?

Currently, no. Since I have limited time to draw because of school, I’d prefer to spend it drawing something that I want to draw. I do read suggestions and ideas if they end up in my inbox but I can not promise that I will draw it.

Where did you learn to draw?

I’m self-taught. Lots and lots of admiring other people’s work and practicing a ton.

When did you start drawing/How long have you been drawing?

I’ve loved to draw all my life, but I got invested when I was about 10 when I truly dedicated time and effort into improving. So I guess it’s going on 17 years now.

What do you use to draw?

I use an 11in iPad pro, apple pencil, and Clip Studio Paint iOS

I’ve previously used a Wacom intuos, but switched over to the ipad pretty much exclusively a couple years ago

Can I use your art for my profile pic?

You can use my art for icons, phone and desktop wallpapers for YOUR OWN USE ONLY without asking me, though I’d really appreciate if you’d credit me if you use it in a public domain.

Can I share your artwork on other sites?

No, please don’t repost my artwork anywhere else. You can always link to my blog or the page of the drawing (if there’s a thumbnail involved that automatically generated, then that’s fine), BUT PLEASE DON’T RE-UPLOAD ANYTHING. Share my work with whatever function is given to you on the site (reblogs for Tumblr, retweets for Twitter, etc.) so that it comes DIRECTLY FROM ME. I really appreciate your cooperation for this.

Can I translate your work?

The ONLY exception I make for reposting my artwork is for translation purposes. I don’t require you to ask me, but I would you appreciate it if you did. I’d also love to see it!

PLEASE DO NOT REMOVE MY SIGNATURE AND PLEASE CREDIT ME AS THE ARTIST AND AUTHOR IF YOU DO.

Where else can I find your art?

I have a Twitter and Instagram

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Will you ever draw Free!/sourin again?

Honestly, I don’t know. I loved Free! and SouRin for so long but my creative energy for them fizzled out and I just don’t have anymore ideas...maybe when I finally see Final Stroke, I’ll make something?

Who are your favorite Naruto characters?

In case you couldn’t tell from my art content, I love the Sand-Nara family. Gaara has always been my favorite since I was in middle school.

Who do you ship with Gaara?

No one. I headcanon him as aro/ace.

What do you think about Gaara ships?

They’re not my cup of tea but people can ship what they want. Go live your best lives.

What about Boruto ships?

I don’t ship the kids. I just like them all being cute and friends.

Recently, though, I got into Konohamaru X Log lmao.

Please note that Log is an adult and I consider him separate person to Mitsuki. I do not ship or endorse KonoM*itsu in any way, shape, or form. They are not the same people and have entirely different personalities.

Do you have ANY ships in Naruto?

Pretty much only ShikaTema is the one I’m the most invested in. I follow along with the canon ships (e.g. NaruHina, SasuSaku, ChoKarui) but I have no particularly strong feelings for or against them.

Other ships I enjoy in passing: KakaGai, NejiTen, SaiIno, NejiLee

Do you have a Naruto OC?

I have one OC and her name is Kotori, and she’s Shinki’s daughter haha. She’s a joint OC with my friend @bichobolitagaarashusband

Usually though, I prefer to stick to canon characters, relationships, and dynamics

Do you not like Naruto OCs?

They typically don’t really interest me so I don’t really engage with them. But people can do what they want and I’m not going to criticize them for it. I have Kotori and tbh I really only interact with one OC mostly bc he belongs to my friend haha

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koqabear · 3 years

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Traces You Left

[art is by Holly Warburton - Holly Warburton’s website]

Summary:

To you, Choi Beomgyu was your moon. Shining brightly, always there to hold you after a long day, the nights passing as you slept in the comfort of his arms. He was your favorite sight, one that you knew would be there until you were no more. But Beomgyu was only a shooting star, his time fleeting, leaving you to wonder if you’ll ever see him again.

Beomgyu x Reader

Genre: fluff, angst, friends to lovers, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 14.3K

Warnings: hurt/comfort? Angst, MCD, implied non-verbal characters?* mentions of panic attacks, grieving, coping mechanisms, mentions of weight loss/eating disorders, mentions of depression, brief mentions of suicidal thoughts, brief mentions animal death/animal surgery. Let me know if I should add anything!

*there are moments where mc has days/moments where they are unable to communicate

A/n: It’s finally done!! I have been working on this for so long, I have pulled all-nighters for this,,, I cannot fathom how proud of this I am, I actually based some of this over my own feelings when I lost someone important #projecting

I really really hope that you guys enjoy this reading this as much I did writing it! Comments and reblogs are always welcome, but anyways, enjoy!! <3

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Love comes in many different forms, at many different times.

One of those forms manifested itself as Choi Beomgyu.

It had just been another day in class when it happened. You were asked by your teacher to stay after class, so you did. As you waited for the rest of the students to dwindle out, you couldn’t help but notice the boy that lingered behind near his desk. You paid no mind to it until you realized that he also wanted to speak to the teacher.

The class was now empty, and you motioned for the quiet boy to speak first, not in a hurry to get to class. He had given you a small smile, and walked up to the teacher.

You tried to ignore how cute he was.

So you scrolled through your phone while you waited for their conversation to be over, wondering why your teacher wanted to speak to you. Just as you were beginning to zone out, the teacher had called your name again.

“Yes?” You said, nearing his desk. You saw that the boy was still there.

“I- well, we have a favor to ask you.”

You were fully alert, trying to figure out if you had done anything wrong, or if they might ask something strange.

“I have been having trouble in this class lately, and I was wondering if you could help me out.” It was the boy that spoke to you this time, his round eyes sincere as he looked at you, waiting for your answer. But you had stayed silent, looking at your teacher.

“If you do this, then I’ll give you extra credit points, and maybe buy you some food, who knows?” He chuckled a bit, and the two watched as you thought about your answer.

“Okay, I’ll do it.”

* . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° . *

You hadn’t been exactly ecstatic about it, but the promise of free food and extra credit kept you going at the time.

It hadn’t been anything special, just simple things like meeting during lunch in the library. It would be extremely awkward, you couldn’t lie, but you had still agreed to it, so you weren’t about to back down.

But Beomgyu turned out to be more fun than he first led on.

Quiet, awkward sessions became hushed laughter and side glances from the school librarian. Then it became walks to school in the morning. The sessions were soon moved outside of school, where they began to become questionable, and an excuse to hang out together.

Beomgyu was also smarter than he led on. Well, and you were also one hell of a teacher.

His grade quickly got better, and the two of you celebrated by eating fast food in your teacher's class. You couldn’t understand why your teacher kept giving you knowing glances at the time.

With no way to use “tutoring” as an excuse behind hanging out, you decided to officially become friends, according to Beomgyu.

* . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° . *

Being friends with Beomgyu was just as great as you’d expect.

He would randomly show up to drag you out of your house, and was pleasantly surprised when he first did so. That day, you had learned something new about Beomgyu: he absolutely adored dogs.

Because when your golden retriever, Nana, had suddenly tackled him and started slobbering all over him, Beomgyu did not complain a single bit. That day he demanded to play with Nana all day. The dog park would quickly become one of your go to hang out spots.

Sometimes you wondered if he was using you to get closer to Nana and kidnap him.

But Beomgyu never failed to reassure you that he always had fun with you, even if all you two did was sit down and talk.

Being friends with Beomgyu was like a never ending adventure. It was as though he knew every single little crevice of your hometown, because he would always find something new to show you.

“Where are we going? Why did you drag me out of my house so late?” You complained, laying back against the passenger's seat as you stared out the window.

“Shush, I’ll show you when we get there.”

“Oh god, you’re not gonna murder me are you?” You gasped, clutching onto your chest as you looked at him with worry.

“Yes, because I’d absolutely love nothing more than to chuck your dead body into the sea,” he said, chuckling softly when you punched his arm.

“At least take me on a fancy dinner first!” You exclaimed, crossing your arms in disdain. You continued to stare out the window as you waited for another mocking response, but you heard nothing.

“Gyu?” You asked, studying him as he snapped out of his daze, briefly glancing at you with a hum.

“Did you say something?” He asked, and you furrowed your brows.

“No, nothing,” you mumbled, watching his expression closely, before finally deciding to ask. “Is something wrong?”

He shot you a confused look, before laughing it off. “No, what're you on about?” He said, beginning to take a turn into a path leading into a forest. “We’re almost there, by the way.”

Looking out to the dark path illuminated by the car's headlights and the stars, you raised a brow at him.

“Dude, you know I was joking about the whole murder thing, right?” You had mumbled, Beomgyu’s eyes shining with endearment.

“Oh, were you?”

To this day you remember the small part of you wondering if this really was the way it would all end.

And that part of you would become bigger as Beomgyu made you close your eyes, later blindfolding you as you refused to do it over and over again.

“Just let it go already, I was kidding!” He would exclaim, trying to dodge your blindly flailing arms.

“I have my ways to hurt you, so you better not be lying!”

You’re glad you didn’t pull out the pepper spray you always carried in your bag.

It would have gone all over the both of us anyway, Beomgyu always teased, grinning everytime you retold the story.

But you had instead waited in the car, blindfolded as you listened to the sounds of Beomgyu walk around outside, carrying things out of the car trunk.

It’s your fault for making it seem too much like a murder, You would retort, slapping him on the arm to get him to shut up.

And right as you were about to pull your blindfold off and dip, you heard Beomgyu open your door, putting his hands on your arms.

“I’m going to walk you outside, it’s a surprise, okay?” He whispered softly into your ear, eyes sparkling as he looked at the way you tried to seem unaffected.

So you decided to go along with this eccentric boy’s plan, stumbling around the floor and clutching onto Beomgyu like your life depended on it.

The ground was uneven under you, making you nervous as you tried your best to walk normally to your destination, only to fail because of a rock that would be in your path. The sounds of what seemed to be flowing water in the distance and cicadas the only sounds in your ears as Beomgyu slowly led you down an unknown path, now beginning to warn you of any obstacles from the way you seemed to trip every other step.

“Here, we’re almost there,” he mumbled, squeezing your hands softly. You slowed down, feeling the hard ground suddenly become soft, quickly recognizing that you were probably standing on a blanket now.

“Alright, sit.” The boy said, gently leading you down, the thick blanket easily bringing you comfort as Beomgyu left your side. You tried to ignore the strange feeling you felt as the boy’s dainty hands slipped from yours, slowly beginning to miss the warmth that they brought.

“Okay, I’m gonna take the blindfold off, okay? On three. One, two…” you felt his hands brush your head as he untied the knot done to the blindfold, the cool air beginning to brush against your skin as the fabric loosened. Your stomach tightened in anticipation as the cloth dropped, and you opened your eyes.

“Beomgyu, holy shit!”

As far as the eye could see, colors bloomed across the empty field, the path that Beomgyu brought you on leading to an empty hill, where he had set up a small picnic. A stream formed near your spot, flowing down and into a lake at the bottom, which also seemed to be tended to, water lilies decorating the water's surface. Your heart fluttered at the sight, the wind rustling the dozens of flowers before you.

A flower field.

Beomgyu brought you to a flower field.

“How did you find this place?” You turned to him, grinning and taking in the sight before you.

Beomgyu stood in awe, the cool air brushing against his warming cheeks as he took in how happy you looked. He wished with all his soul that he could engrave this moment in his mind, your bright face overtaking his heart and mind, resisting with all his might to not mess up and kiss you then and there.

You looked gorgeous that day, I really wished I could kiss you, He would reveal one day, smiling sweetly as he took in your distraught expression.

And as you sat next to him, taking in the scenery, you tried to ignore the itching want deep inside you asking to hold hands with the boy next to you. You had shifted nervously in your seat, the quiet sounds of rushing water soothing to your ears.

You totally should have kissed me you dork, you would retaliate, punching him softly as he laughed at your frustrated expression. He would then engulf you in his arms and spin you around, cooing softly into your ear on how obsessed you were with him, peppering soft kisses on the top of your head. You would try to pry him off, failing to do so as he continued to trap you in his bone crushing embrace.

“I brought snacks too,” Beomgyu revealed, pointing at the cute picnic basket that was placed between the two of you. You celebrated, opening it to reveal the copious amount of snacks and candies that were placed inside.

And as you brought them out and placed them on the blanket, you couldn’t help but laugh at the designs on the interior of the wooden basket, cute little illustrations of brown bears overtaking the white fabric that was sown inside to add a layer of security.

“Where’d you get this basket? Is it your grandma’s or something?” You teased, smiling at him as you pointed at the cute decorations inside. As you continued to take out the silverware, you were giddy to find that it was all bear themed as well, the simple bear accents on the plates and cups bringing a smile on your face.

“Actually, it’s mine,” he huffed proudly, scooting closer to you as he observed the basket fondly. “I saw it at a store and thought it was really cute. Thought you’d like it too,” he said, watching your expression carefully.

“And I do. It’s cute,” you hummed, eyes bright as you were unable to get over how cute the cups designed to look like honey jars were.

Beomgyu swore up and down that he would take you on picnics everyday for the rest of his life if it meant seeing you that happy again.

* . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° . *

Falling in love with Beomgyu was easier than you imagined.

It was quick glances thrown at him when he wasn’t paying attention, butterflies swarming inside you when you took in how beautiful he was. It was internal battles with yourself as you tried to get used to the way you would now feel when he got affectionate with you, a simple punch to your arm from him enough to bring you back to reality. It was wishing for something more, for a deeper meaning in the way his gaze would linger on you when you did something for him, wishing hopelessly that he would reciprocate even a fraction of what you were feeling.

“Actually, you were just dense.” Beomgyu would tell you one day, laughing rudely at you as you tried desperately to justify your confusion from his actions.

No, you were just dense.

Because as you helped out your classmate on a math problem they were struggling with, you failed to see Beomgyu’s watchful eyes and obvious annoyance.

“So you would actually use this formula, so it would go-“

Beomgyu could tell that the boy next to you couldn’t care less about the math problem you were helping him with. Because as the boy stared intently at you, leaning close with a soft smile on his face, Beomgyu could only feel anger bubbling up inside of him.

You were dense. You were oh so dense.

Beomgyu was a patient man. And he prided himself on that. But he swore to any and every deity that existed in this universe that he was ready to spell out his feelings for you then and there.

Actually, that didn’t seem like a bad idea.

But Beomgyu was a patient man. He would make sure that when he confessed to you it would be perfect, and not just the result of a blown fuse.

I’m so glad you didn’t confess to me in the middle of math class, you would admit in the future, shaking your head at the very thought. I would have cried.

You probably wouldn’t have gotten it anyway, Beomgyu would tease, earning him a solid punch to his arm, his pained cries ringing out in your ears.

But as the boy next to you tried to flirt, frustration building up in him as you brushed him off with ease, Beomgyu couldn’t help but feel as though his patience was fortifying itself, the fear of rejection beginning to creep up on him. And as the class ended and Beomgyu walked you to your next class, he couldn’t help but wonder if he had ever felt this way for anybody else.

Sure, he had his fair share of crushes here and there, but was anything ever serious? Did he ever dream about waking up next to them, feeling warm and complete under the morning sun, in the very way that he dreamt about you? Did he ever feel like bursting into tears at the very sight of his old crushes after a long day, the feeling of curling up in their embrace overtaking his mind?

No. The answer was and had always been no.

And as Beomgyu bid you goodbye, heart flipping at the way you sweetly smiled at him before disappearing into class, he couldn’t help but rush to the bathrooms, hiding in a stall as a strange feeling took over him.

He closed his eyes tightly, your image immediately overtaking his mind. He felt the same feeling begin to take over, overwhelming him as he struggled to breathe properly. He didn’t know how or why this was happening, and as tears began to prick at his eyes from the overwhelming feelings surrounding him, a light buzz flowing throughout his body as he shook, he could only think a single coherent thought.

He had to tell you how he felt. And soon. Because as Beomgyu felt himself begin to calm down, he knew that the overwhelming urge to kiss you and hold you close would overtake him if he didn’t do anything about it soon.

Beomgyu was late to class that day. He was scolded by the teacher.

Months had passed since the first time Beomgyu had taken you to his safe place for a picnic. He hadn’t taken you back since then, a strong feeling of wanting to only save it for special occasions overtaking him.

And as you sat in the passenger’s seat next to him, glowing under the moonlight, he couldn’t be happier that he did.

“Oh? We’re back here?” You mumbled, shakily taking the boy's hand as he led you to the path that you once walked blindly on. He lead you up slowly, allowing you to properly admire the scenery around you.

Arriving at the special spot, you smiled softly, seeing the same setup as last time waiting for you. But as you sat down happily on the soft blanket, you couldn’t help but notice how tense Beomgyu was next to you.

You had repeatedly tried to loosen him up, failing miserably as he either shook off your jokes, or replied with something simple to keep you satisfied.

“Dude, you okay? You seem stressed,” you had finally called him out, brows furrowing as he flinched at your comment, laughing shakily at your accusations.

“I’m fine, don’t worry about it.”

He wasn’t fine.

From the moment Beomgyu held your hand, leading you up to his safe space, he knew that this was it. This was his final chance to tell you how he felt, and there was no way he was going to back out of it.

I felt overwhelmed, Beomgyu would tell you honestly, playing with your fingers nervously as he looked away. Everytime I looked at you, it was like… It almost hurt, you know? I feel like if I hadn’t told you how I felt, I would have regretted it for the rest of my life.

Beomgyu was never good with words. He stumbled on them often, his tongue tied even on the simplest of days. He was teased for his mistakes at times, known for his simple wordings and short sentences. He hated that he never knew what to say, and this day was no exception.

Come on, think, He thought, stealing glances at you, his throat going dry. Think of something cool, or just spit it out!

His heart sped up and his hands shook as he looked into your eyes, swallowing nervously as he took in your concerned expression.

“Gyu, are you okay?”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

Beomgyu was never good with words, and this moment was no exception. Because as much as he wanted to tell you how much he loved you, that he wished to wake up by your side every morning for the rest of his life, he couldn’t. He would continue to beat himself up over it in the future as well, whining to you about how lame his confession was.

But to you, lame was far from what you thought of him. Because as you sat in silence, his eyes seemed to tell you all the words that his lips could not.

In love with you? Beomgyu? Is he being serious?

The butterflies that you ignored for the past few months had now resurfaced, fluttering wildly around your heart, the feelings that you had tried to ignore for the boy in front of you returning and running rapidly in your mind.

Beomgyu admired you, from the way you carried yourself, to the way you spoke. He thought you were elegant and composed, everything that he ever dreamed to be. He found comfort in your presence, feeling more complete in your arms than he ever did anywhere else. So as you sat in front of him, silent and eyes glossy, he couldn’t help but feel as though he made a mistake.

You had always prided yourself in the way you spoke as well, compliments about your eloquent way of speaking making you feel confident in yourself. But in this moment, overwhelmed in this feeling that Beomgyu had brought out of you, you were completely speechless. Words that formed in your mind dissipated before you could utter them, and you were left with the last four words that you were holding back.

“Can I kiss you?”

Seemingly struck out of his trance by your request, he nodded rapidly, quickly scooting in front of you before pulling you into his warm embrace, his lips hastily crashing against yours.

Your hands automatically reached for him, pulling him into you until it was physically impossible. Months of held back emotions and unsaid words melted into the kiss, your hands tugging at his hair as you were surrounded by his scent and warmth.

His lips melted you the moment they met yours, any thoughts that weren’t about him dissipating from your mind.

Beomgyu.

As your lungs burned and his scent of eucalyptus intoxicated your senses, you couldn’t help but cling to the boy as you parted, burying your head in his neck as you panted for air, his hands gently gliding up and down your back.

You don’t think you’ll ever love someone else like the way you love Beomgyu.

“Does this mean you like me too?” He whispered into the cool air, the gentle breeze making you cling to his warmth even more.

“Oh course you idiot, what do you think?”

* . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° . *

Loving Beomgyu was like coming up for air after suffocating under the ocean all your life. It was constantly feeling as though you could stay with him for eternity and never get tired of him. Holding hands and surprise gifts, talking until dawn and sleeping during class while he hid you from view. It was attempting to bake him a cake for his birthday, only for the decorations to turn out looking as though a three year old made it.

“This is the cutest thing I have ever laid my eyes on,” Beomgyu would laugh the moment he saw it, pulling you into a hug and kissing you until you told him to quit before you smashed the cake in his face.

With him, you felt as though your life was complete. You couldn’t imagine a life without him.

And as years passed, a ring now adorning your finger, you knew he felt the same.

(Well, that and he literally told you that he couldn’t imagine a life without you. The very thought of his words made you dizzy with happiness.)

“Gyu, please leave me alone,” you sighed, head hanging as you picked the fifth call from your husband within the past hour.

“What? Can’t a guy just miss you in peace?” He whined, your heart softening at his voice. In the beginning of your relationship, you always worried that you might come off as too clingy, and scare Beomgyu away. But the longer you two stayed together, the more you realized that no one could be clingier than Beomgyu. (Not that you minded, of course.)

“You just got off a call with me twenty minutes ago,” you deadpanned, sinking into the couch as he laughed softly, the sound automatically making you melt.

“How’s Nana doing?” You asked, the slight worry bringing you back to reality. Nana, your dog that you’ve had since you were a teenager, had followed you through all the stages of your life, and now comfortably resided in your home with Beomgyu. However, as he grew old, you couldn’t help but notice his eyes begin to cloud, his sight seemingly deteriorating, the sight of him bumping into objects and searching around the room at the sound of your voice becoming too much for you.

So when the doctor had revealed that he had developed cataracts, which was impairing his vision severely, you jumped at the chance for surgery. Yes, it cost a pretty penny, but the thought of letting Nana go through that made the surgery much more worth it. So with Nana now fully recovered, Beomgyu was now coming back home with your precious dog.

“He’s fine, he seems to be more relaxed now. You should have seen the way he started crying when he heard my voice darling, it almost made me cry.”

You hummed at his words, smiling from the good news. You couldn’t wait for him to come home.

“It’s raining, I really wish you were here right now,” you sigh, the thought of curling up next to Beomgyu while you threaded your fingers through Nana’s fur making your heart ache. The time spent without your pet made you feel uneasy, so with Nana coming back home to you and Beomgyu, you couldn’t help but feel relief wash over you like a heavy blanket.

“I know darling, I’ll be there soon. You sound tired, you should rest.” He said, a frown replacing your face at the thought.

“No, wanna see Nana come back home,” you sighed, beginning to fight the sleep that made its way into your system.

“Really? I thought you wanted to see me?” He teased, heart fluttering at the sound of your tired voice.

“I do, but I’ve missed Nana too,” you mumbled, hugging a bear plush that you gave to Beomgyu.

You remember the day that you drove past a fair that opened up near your home, tugging Beomgyu’s sleeves and begging him to stop by for a bit, the bright colors and cool rides catching your attention.

That day, you played one of the carnival games while waiting for Beomgyu to come back from the bathroom, a cute bear plush catching your eye. And as Beomgyu returned, greeted by the sight of you celebrating, he couldn’t help but celebrate cluelessly with you as he watched the worker reach for one of the many stuffed animals behind him.

“What’d you get?” He asked, his hands automatically intertwining with yours, watching the worker hand you a familiar plush.

“It’s a Rilakuma plush!” You exclaimed, holding it out to him, “It’s for you.”

The boy was ready to melt as he took it, it’s cute face being squished to his chest as he laughed happily. Looking up at you, he brought you into his arms, spinning you until you felt like your legs were made of jello, barely able to stand as you yelled at him to stop.

“We’ll be there in a bit, okay darling?” He reassured, humming softly to the music that played in the car. “If you’re tired, just rest for a bit, okay?” You grumbled a short agreement, knowing that if you didn’t he wouldn't stop until you gave in.

“I’ll see you in a bit, I love you,” he said, smiling as he told you those special words that he would never get tired of saying.

“I love you too, so, so much,” you replied, your sleepy state paired with the rainy night making you emotional. You heard his soft chuckles on the other end of the line, your eyelids beginning to get heavier as the seconds passed by.

With one last whispered reassurance of his love for you, Beomgyu hung up.

As the sound of his voice disappeared on your end, you were suddenly awoken out of your tired state, your bed suddenly more tempting than the couch you currently laid on. So as you turned off your tv, slowly heading up the stairs with the cute Riliakuma plush in your hands, you couldn’t help but collapse onto Beomgyu’s side of the bed, his lingering scent quickly lulling you into a dreamless sleep.

You couldn’t wait for Nana and Beomgyu to come home.

* . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° . *

You were startled out of your sleep at the sudden boom of thunder, your home pitch black and quiet. As you sat up, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you heard the distant sound of knocking downstairs.

Heading down, you couldn’t help but wonder why Beomgyu was knocking. Maybe he lost the house keys again? You pondered, sighing at the possibility. Or he might be carrying Nana. He was always scared of thunder.

So as you unlocked the door, looking up at your husband with a smile, you couldn’t help but freeze.

That wasn’t Beomgyu.

Instead of your happy, cute husband waiting for you with your favorite pet in his arms, you were met with two officers, frowns on their faces as they stood under the rain, a single umbrella shared between the two of them.

“Is this the Choi residence?” One of them asked, making you nod slowly at the question.

“Can I help you?” You asked, palms beginning to sweat, your heart beating faster as moments slipped by.

“Yes, well, may we come in?” The other asked, a tall woman with sad eyes that peered down at your tired and confused form.

You stuttered out a short yes, leading them into your living room as they wiped their shoes on your welcome mat outside. It was tacky and had a picture of a badly drawn duck on it with the word “Welcome” on it in big letters (you later found out that Beomgyu ordered it online and commissioned it to look that way.) You always pretended to hate it, and never failed to hide the smile that it brought to your face when you saw it after a long day of work.

As your heart beat loudly in your chest, barely able to walk as you stared at the pictures of the three of you that were all over your walls, you finally asked the question that was stuck in your throat.

“What brings you here?” You asked, turning to face them slowly, their expressions bringing dread that pooled in your stomach. You couldn’t care less about the way they seemed to skirt around the topic, looking for something that might be relevant to you.

“I’m sorry to tell you this, but Choi Beomgyu was found dead at the scene of a car accident.”

Dead. Dead.

The single word rang out in your ears as you stared at them, unable to utter a single word.

There’s no way. There’s no way that Beomgyu was dead, he was just on the phone with you, talking and laughing, teasing you as he reassured you that he would come home safely. He was just-

Your eyes caught on the digital clock that was in your living room, the bright numbers reading one in the morning making your stomach sink.

Four hours had passed.

“There’s no way that could happen officers, how- how could that happen?” You asked, your voice shaky as you held your hand out to place it on a wall, trying to steady yourself the best you could.

“He swerved off the road due to the rain,” the woman replied swiftly, approaching you slowly. “Are you alright?”

You wanted them to leave. There’s no way you would believe this nonsense, you told yourself.

Beomgyu was on his way home with- with Nana… you thought, your mouth dry and your eyes glazing over, He’s coming home and I’m going to wait for him.

So as you finally told the officers to leave, denying any offers asking for help, you ran back upstairs and into your bedroom, collapsing back onto the bed and into the safety of Beomgyu’s scent.

He’s just running a bit late, you told yourself, burrowing yourself in his pillow, his scent becoming harder to pick up, He’ll be here soon, and he’ll laugh at me for falling for this fucked up joke.

But as much as you tried to go back to sleep, you just couldn’t. Not with the presence of your husband missing from you.

So you sat up, searching through the blankets for your phone, finally finding it and scrolling through it mindlessly as you called him to check up on him.

Pick up, you thought, legs bouncing with nervousness and your plush being tightly squished in your arms.

Pick up. You muttered, pacing around the room, your mind racing from the many thoughts that invaded you.

Pick up.

Pick up, please.

Please…

He didn’t answer.

You frowned, pulling the phone away from your ear as you attempted to call him again.

Back to voicemail.

Beomgyu, this isn’t funny anymore, please pick up. You texted him with teary eyes, refusing to accept any other possibilities as to why he wouldn’t answer. So you called him again. Nothing.

Again.

Nothing.

A yell of frustration coursed through you as you threw your phone to the side, falling back to your bed as a sob racked through your body. Unwilling to give up, you picked up the phone, and called again.

You called and called until you memorized his voicemail message, until your arm was numb from holding it up to your face. You called until your eyes were dry, no longer able to shed tears. Your lungs hurt as you struggled to breathe, pathetic hiccups hitting you as you were forced to face the reality of it all.

Beomgyu wasn’t going to answer.

The thought of Nana quickly crossed your mind, but you shoved it down before you could come to any conclusions.

Was Beomgyu really gone?

He was just here this morning, you thought miserably, crawling back into bed as you buried yourself under the duvet. You laid down on your side this time, not wanting to take Beomgyu’s in case he came back. He always pouted when you did, waking you up with a start and whining that you were taking his favorite spot.

He was just here, sitting at the table and talking about taking Nana to the dog park tomorrow.

The exhaustion from everything finally hit you full force, forcing your eyes to close, no matter how much you wanted to stay awake for when Beomgyu came home.

As you reached your hand out to touch his pillow, you couldn’t help but notice how awful it felt to have this spot remain empty.

* . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° . *

What would you have done differently if you knew what was going to happen that day?

It was a question that ran through your mind endlessly, one that you wish would leave you alone, haunting you during the nights when your bed was too unbearable to look at.

Would you have told Beomgyu to pick up Nana the next morning, because you noticed that there would be a severe thunderstorm later? Told him to drive safely, adding in an extra “I love you” to your conversation?

At times you wish you were with him when it happened, just so he didn’t have to leave you all alone.

Because the day after the news was delivered to you, you realized that Nana wouldn’t be coming back either.

On quiet days where the thought of getting up made you even more exhausted, you liked to think that Beomgyu had gone out for his morning walks with Nana, and that he would come back with a bright smile on his face, ready to cuddle with you and stay in bed for a little longer.

And though time had passed, it would never get rid of the hole that was ripped out of you suddenly. Because no matter how many times your friends came to stay by your side, to make sure that you were alright, it just wasn’t enough.

On days where it got bad, you slept on the couch in your living room.

You were afraid of entering your bedroom since the incident, the thought of ruining anything that might have indicated the presence of another haunting your mind.

But the first few days after you heard the news, you couldn’t leave the bed even if you wanted to. You clung to the pillow next to yours, your heart aching as the scent of Beomgyu’s cologne was finally gone. He always joked about the way you were obsessed with his scent, teasingly saying that he could feel you sniffing him every time you hugged. And when you laid in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, you couldn’t help but wonder if Beomgyu still had any cologne left.

He always smelled of Eucalyptus and mint, saying that he loved the smell of those things because they helped him relax. You couldn’t agree more when he first told you that, thinking that his hugs paired with his signature were god sent.

You never told him that though, because you were too embarrassed to do so.

You regret it.

You regret not telling him how much he meant to you, and sometimes you wondered if you loved him enough. Yes, you were affectionate with him, and he was with you, but you regret not being able to tell him how much you appreciate him, from the biggest things about him to the smallest mannerisms he was never aware of. From the way his eyes creased when he smiled, to the way he thought about you everywhere he went. The way he would habitually tuck his hair behind his ears, the said parts naturally curling because of how often he did it. Small things like those were what made you fall in love with that man every day, and you just wish that you had expressed that to him at least once.

You wish you could have spent more time with him that day.

It had been a simple morning, one that you thought would be like the others. You woke up in his arms, the feeling of him softly patting on your back waking you, your first instinct to get closer to him making his heart flutter. He had mumbled something about having to get ready for work soon, and you had whined in response that you didn’t want him to go.

You remember how close you were to winning him over, but you decided to give up at the last minute because you didn’t want to get him in trouble. You wonder what would have happened if you had convinced him to stay in bed with you for the rest of the day. Would he have gone to pick up Nana earlier, before the storm? Would you be in his arms right now, planning on where to take your precious golden retriever to celebrate his bettering eyesight? It’s questions like these that make you sick to your stomach with anger.

You’re never sure who you’re angry at. Were you angry at yourself for not keeping Beomgyu at your side that day? Were you angry at the universe for taking such important people away from you? Were you angry at Beomgyu for not coming home safely like he promised?

You wished that the answer to the last question was a definite no, but you couldn’t help yourself sometimes. Sometimes you wanted to curse to your lover, angry that he would just leave you so suddenly. You know it wasn’t his fault, you truly do. But when there’s no one else to blame but those affected, you begin to make do.

On days where there was nothing inside you but rage, you would curse at Beomgyu for leaving you alone, with no chance to move on. There was no way you would ever move on from him. The very thought of that felt like a slap to the face. Beomgyu was supposed to grow old with you, to stay with you as you achieved your dreams and lived a happy life, to love you until your heart no longer beat, and you were back in the earth.

But instead you were forced to watch as his casket was lowered to the ground, unable to say or do anything as you watched it numbly. You wished that you could do something, anything at all. Scream, cry, reach out to him, anything, but all you could do was standby and watch as the love of your life was buried right in front of your eyes.

Your mutual friends that stuck with you throughout high school, Hueningkai and Taehyun, held your hands as they stood by you, tears quietly streaming down their faces.

And before you could be bombarded with half assed condolences from people who didn’t know what to do to make you feel better, you turned on your heel, walking to your car with your friends in tow.

As Taehyun offered to drive you home, a solemn Hueningkai silently wrapping his arms around you through the way home, you couldn’t help but accept his embrace, the sight of Beomgyu’s casket being lowered to the ground haunting you every time you close your eyes. You could barely make it through the funeral, the urge to throw up distracting you from being able to properly say goodbye to your love. And as you pass your home, now recognizing the path you were taking as the one to Hueningkai and Taehyun’s house, you couldn’t help but feel the regret wash over your being.

“I’m a terrible person,” you whispered softly, choking on your own words. The two men stiffened at your words, not having heard your properly for the past month. Since the day that you were left alone, you had gone quiet, barely using your voice unless absolutely necessary. There were days where you could sit outside with Taehyun, Hueningkai busying himself in your kitchen as he made tea, talking quietly with him about the most trivial things, the words taking difficulty to say, but still enough for the two.

Then there were times where you could only gesture silently, your voice box trapped deeply inside of you, your mind wondering if you were ever able to speak at all. On days like those, you sat smushed between the two men, silently petting the Rilakuma plush that you now took with you everywhere, it’s faded color and worn out face enrapturing you as Taehyun read out loud for you.

But as they heard your voice, raspy and weak, they could tell you were forcing yourself to say those words out loud.

“It’s alright, you don’t have to say anything. You’re not a horrible person.” Hueningkai responded without a second thought, every last word that he said being true. But you shook your head in response, feeling more words on the tip of your tongue begging to be said.

“I didn’t get to say goodbye,” you said softly, tears forming on your face, the feeling familiar and comforting. As your lungs burned with every breath and your throat felt scratchy with every sound you made, you let the words that had been ringing around your head out.

“He’s all alone now, back at the graveyard… and I didn’t even say goodbye to him. I’m such a coward.”

Hueningkai began to feel your form shake under his arms, your shallow breaths beginning to alarm him. Instinctively, you buried yourself into his large clothes, until your eyes were covered with darkness and you felt as though you were suffocating. Images of your smiling Beomgyu flashed through your mind, your heart stuttering as memories of him came to you.

“What’s this?” You had asked, peering at the box in his hands curiously. The boy smiled at your expression, grabbing your hands to put the present in them, before backing away and staring at you expectantly.

Carefully prying open the box, you gasped as the sight of a golden necklace gleamed back at you.

“A heart locket, are you kidding?” You said, taking it out of its velvet cushion, holding it as though it would shatter any moment. He nodded happily, taking it from your hand and popping the heart accessory open. A smile automatically formed on your face as you saw what was inside, punching your husband on the arm playfully.

“So you’ll have me and Nana with you, wherever you go.”

The metal chain now seemed to burn your skin, your hands reaching up to claw the material off. You didn’t even want to think of your cute little dog that also resided in your heart, who simply wanted to come home after healing from a surgery. Your hands shook as you thought about what Beomgyu had told you that night.

“You should have seen the way he started crying when he heard my voice darling, it almost made me cry.”

Nana must have been tired, relieved to come back home after having to heal in a cold, stale environment. Beomgyu must have been excited, ready to come home to you and celebrate having Nana with you, happy and healthy for more years to come. But now he was gone too, a special spot next to Beomgyu reserved for him today.

You felt your friend gently take your hands, taking the locket that you had been clutching in your hands tightly.

“Careful, you’ll break it,” he whispered softly, rocking you back and forth as he rubbed your back, continuing his efforts in grounding you. You began to pat his arms absentmindedly, beginning to remember where it was that you were. And as you pulled into your friend’s driveway, you felt safe, your breaths slowing and going back to normal.

It was still bright outside, despite the sad day you had just experienced. As much as you wanted to go back to bed and sleep, your friends wouldn’t allow you to anymore.

“Hey, are you hungry?” Taehyun asked, frowning softly when you shook your head in response.

“You haven’t eaten at all today, it’s important to eat something,” he tried to continue, but was interrupted as Hueningkai placed his hand on the older’s shoulder.

“Let them be, you shouldn’t force them to eat. It’s stressful,” he reminded Taehyun, who simply nodded solemnly, disappearing into the kitchen once more.

“Do you want to stay up for a bit more today?” He asked softly, sitting on the couch with you. You nodded softly, feeling the words freeze inside you once more.

It was days like this where you were thankful for Hueningkai and his strange ability to understand you so well. Because as you stared out the window that led to their backyard, the sight of a hammock slightly peeking through, he immediately seemed to understand what you meant.

“Do you want Taehyun to read again tonight?” He asked quietly, smiling when you nodded immediately. Getting up from the couch, Hueningkai went to the kitchen to ask Taehyun if he could read to the two of you.

As much as you loved your friends for everything they did, you felt awful for taking up so much of their time. Because as you tried to pretend you didn’t notice their stolen kisses when they thought you weren’t looking, you knew that you were the one imposing on them. Sometimes you would beg for them to just leave you at your own home, fearing that you were becoming too codependent on them.

(You would then learn in the future that they adored having you there with them, your presence making their home warmer despite your varying moods. They just missed having you around constantly, like the old days.)

Hueningkai, a natural caretaker, adored you even in your broken state. He never seemed to express any annoyance at your silence, encouraging you to stay quiet when you tried to force yourself to say something. He enjoyed having you at home with him, an extra person to show his unwavering love for. He wished that he could be there for you every step of the way on your journey to healing, but he knew that was impossible. Because as he watched your curled up form in the kitchen, silent and unmoving, he knew there would be a day where you rejected their offer to stay with them.

And as you lay on the hammock, smashed once more between the two giants, Taehyun’s soothing voice ringing in your ears as he pet your hair, he wished that this moment could last a bit longer. But as the day went on, and the moon began to shine through the night, you gently tapped Taehyun’s arm, getting his attention as he stopped his story.

“What’s up?” He asked softly, closing the book, putting his finger as a placeholder. The two watched you carefully, waiting patiently as you stared at the ground, contemplating something. They knew you wanted to say something, but just couldn’t find the strength to spit it out.

Breathing in slowly, you eased off the tightness in your throat, saying the words that had been lingering on your tongue this entire time.

“I think I should go home now.”

The two looked at each other, exchanging conflicted looks. Noticing their unease, you forced yourself to continue a bit more.

“I wanted to thank you guys for all you’ve done for me. But I think I’m ready to spend time at home again.”

As much as you tried to mean every word that you said, you couldn’t deny that you felt a certain unease in your stomach, the thought of going back to your empty home terrifying. But, as much as you hated to admit, you were beginning to become tired of being treated like a fragile piece of China in this house, the feeling of being constantly watched over beginning to suffocate you.

“Are you sure? You can always stay here if you’d like, we really don’t mind,” Taehyun spoke, his smile wavering as you denied his offer again. “Do you want to go now?” He asked again, his smile completely coming off as you nodded yes.

So, with hesitation seeping through their movements, they drove you home, walking you to your steps.

“Call us if you need anything,” Taehyun said, bringing you in for one last hug, Hueningkai joining in after a moment.

“And we mean anything. Don’t hesitate to call us,” Hueningkai added, rocking you back and forth, not wanting to let go anytime soon. It wasn’t until you patted their arms, whining that you couldn’t breathe, that they finally let you go. It would take another five minutes of them doting on you on your porch before they finally got in their cars, yelling goodbyes and throwing kisses at you. You rolled your eyes, telling them one last goodbye before you disappeared into your home, wanting to go inside before you could change their mind.

“They’ll be okay, right?” Huenignkai quietly asked after a moment, his gaze lingering on your home, which was still dark inside. He felt Taehyun take his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze as he turned on the ignition.

“I’m sure they’ll be fine. They’re a strong person.”

* . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° . *

As you were greeted by a silent and dark house, you were beginning to reconsider your decision of having some time alone. The sun had set and the familiar feeling of exhaustion rose over you, and you trudged to the bathroom to freshen up before you went to bed.

You tried to ignore the way your heart twisted at the sight of chew toys left all over the place, your house still messy, not a single thing changed, the illusion of two other people inhabiting your home still holding up. And when your eyes weren’t glued to the floor, they were staring straight ahead, not ready to see the pictures that you and Beomgyu had hung up, spending hours discussing the best places to put them.

You never realized just how much Beomgyu had left behind. Because as much as you wanted to mindlessly freshen up and go to bed, you were forced to face the many little touches that your husband had decided to leave. Even as you brushed your teeth, the sight of the shower curtains that he picked out remained behind you, your hand brushing against his toothbrush when you were done with your own.

Walking down the hallway, you were faced with two options: sleep in your bedroom, or sleep in the guest room. And without a second thought, you headed to the guest room, its small bed and plain space oddly inviting.

Here, you were free from the suffocating reminder that this had once been a fuller house, with a happy couple and their dog. And as you finally felt sleep seep into your body, you were allowed to imagine that this wasn’t your sad, empty home, and you were back at your friends house, ready to wake up the next morning and help make breakfast.

But when you woke up in the morning, you were forced to face the truth, and made breakfast for yourself. It felt less difficult to walk down the halls and see memories of what once was, and because of that, you were in a better mood than yesterday. And as you finally turned the stove off, a small stack of pancakes set off to the side, (you made them all the time with Taehyun. There were always extra in the end, saved for times where you were hungry but had no energy to get up. So, pancakes had steadily become a comfort food for you.) You tried to ignore the strange feeling that had loomed over you from the moment you walked into the kitchen. And just as you turned off your stove, taking out the last pancake out of the pan, you froze.

You heard footsteps.

“Mmh, what’s for breakfast darling?”

Turning around, you dropped your spatula, your jaw falling open from shock.

It’s him.

“Darling?” He continued, confused at your expression. “Is something wrong?”

Was all of this a bad dream? The thought was barely processed in your mind, because next thing you knew, you were running into his arms.

“Hey, what’s wro-“ Just as your hands were about to touch him, about to graze his face that seemed to soften with concern, he disappeared.

And you were left stumbling alone in the air, searching around foolishly for any signs of your love.

He was just here. Am I imagining things? Your stomach twisted at the thought, beginning to realize that you weren’t as ready to be all on your own as you thought. So, as much as you hated to walk away from a perfectly good and warm breakfast, you walked back up to the guest room to calm down, your hands shaky as you sat down.

I couldn’t have been imagining things. You thought solemnly, running your hands through your face as anger seemed to slowly itch onto your skin, the feeling beginning to take you over.

You were tired. Tired of feeling empty, tired of not being able to do anything anymore, tired of being alone. It was a feeling that haunted you as you did the most trivial things, and you wished you could just rip off your head so you wouldn’t have to feel like a complete husk anymore. You were tired of crying, of feeling as though you were drowning underwater, unable to speak or get up from bed.

You thought you were getting better, but seeing this tiny glimpse of him again, it sent you right back to where you began.

What’s worse is the fact that his appearance was seemingly a one time thing, no signs of him appearing since his short conversation with you in the kitchen.

You hated to admit it, but seeing him again almost felt like a relief. With all the time you spent trying to avoid thinking about him, you hadn’t realized just how much you were beginning to forget. You didn’t want to look at your pictures together, to step into your shared bedroom, or even think of the sound of his voice. But seeing him there in front of you, even for just that short time, reminded you of just how much he meant to you.

You didn’t want to forget him.

Because as soon as you turned around in that moment, you were able to see him in all his glory once more, from the curled tips of hair poking out from behind his ears, to the way his eyes sparkled under the morning light. Your heart stutters at the memory, and you will yourself not to cry again. At this point, you were beginning to consider calling your friends, just so you could be distracted from all your racing thoughts.

“Darling? What are you doing in the guest room?”

Your head turned at the speed of light, immediately standing up as you heard the familiar sound of his soft voice coming from the doorway. You stumbled, wanting to run up to him but choosing not to, afraid that he might disappear once more.

“Did you sleep here?” He asked, a crease forming between his brows as he stared at the messy bed, your shoes and jacket left scattered on the floor. He observed you closely, his frown deepening as he took a look at your all black outfit, your eyes red and a bit swollen. (You had yet to change out of the outfit you wore from the funeral, choosing to simply go to sleep as soon as possible.)

You stood there silently, eyes wide as you stared at him. Your heart beat rapidly against your chest, and for a second you wondered if he could hear it too. Hands shaking, you took a careful step towards him, afraid that if you made a wrong move, he might leave you again.

“You’re not real,” you whispered out, the words slowly easing out of you, “Are you?” You were afraid to ask, afraid to hear his answer, but you couldn’t help it, feeling as if you would go insane if you had to go another moment not knowing what was happening to you.

“What are you talking about? Of course I am!” He said, smiling at your strange question. But any humor behind his eyes quickly disappeared as he took in your distressed state, looking as though you were ready to collapse any second.

“You’re lying,” you said, backing away as you closed your eyes, distress coming off you in waves. “I’m imagining this, aren’t I? I'm going insane.” Hearing his footsteps come closer to you, you looked up, seeing him crouch down next to you.

“Hey, come here,” he said softly, outstretching his arms, wanting to envelope you in his warm embrace. But you flinched, backing away immediately. You couldn’t let him touch you, you thought, trying to ignore the way his face fell, hurt showing in his eyes. He could disappear.

You’re not sure how any of this worked, but all you had learned is that if you touched him, he would be gone. And, not wanting to repeat what happened in the kitchen, you decided to play it safe.

He’s not real. I’m imagining things. You thought, closing your eyes as you turned away from him, afraid to give in to your imagination. I should call Taehyun. But as you began to calm down, you couldn’t help but look up, confused to see him crouched down next to you, waiting for you patiently.

“Are you alright?” His voice wrapped around you like a warm blanket, and you are reminded once more how much you missed him, of how much you needed him in your life. You almost wanted to give in, to pretend as if he was really here with you, and as though you could just brush off everything that has happened and go back into bed, back into his arms.

“Why are you still here?” You mumbled, scooting back, slowly lifting your head to get a good look at him.

You felt a pang in your heart as you observed him, still dressed in his favorite sweatshirt that you had gifted him for Christmas. His hair was ruffled, as though he had been running his hands through it, yet still tied up in the hairstyle you had given him the last morning you saw him. Stray hairs framed his face, his bangs going into his eyes as he looked at you intently, thinking carefully of what to say to you.

“You’re not real, Gyu. Please, just go,” you couldn’t bring a single drop of sterness to form in your tone, choosing to instead close your eyes tightly once more, not entirely sure if you were serious about what you were saying. Maybe, just maybe, he could stay with you.

Then you felt it.

Goosebumps erupted on your body as you felt the familiar pressure of his hands encompass your face, carefully titling it up to meet his eyes, filled with concern and endearment at your flustered face.

How you had longed for his touch, to get to be with him for just a moment longer, and yet here he was holding you as though you were the one that could collapse at any moment like smoke. And maybe you were. But all that mattered to you was the way he pulled you in closer, his fingertips slowly caressing your skin, dull and tired from the nights where you tried to sleep knowing that someone important had been taken away from you.

You closed your eyes, and thought that perhaps you should let yourself have this moment. It didn’t matter how destructive you were being, or the fact that you could potentially be starting your healing process over. But what did matter, was the man in front of you, the same one you wished you could have loved for a moment longer.

Beomgyu watches your eyes flutter close, his eyes lingering on your eyelashes that shiver against your skin, your distressed expression immediately relaxing underneath his touch. He knows that he shouldn’t be doing this, that he might be risking his moments with you, but he couldn’t help the sudden feeling that overtook him when he saw your disheveled form, shaking harder and harder the longer he stood by you, giving no explanation as to how he was there, or why.

He would explain everything to you, Beomgyu thought, but at the moment, all he cared about was having you calm down, to have you in his arms again as he comforted you.

You flinched in surprise as you felt his lips softly kiss your forehead, lingering against your skin, not attempting to properly pull away as the two of you sat on the floor, clinging to each other’s presence, yet afraid to make a wrong move.

His breath blew on your skin, shivers erupting all over you as you began to shake, your heart twisting and lungs shrinking at the thought of having him in front of you again.

You couldn’t do it. No amount of strength, whether physical or mental, could prevent you from collapsing into his arms, immediately clinging onto the cotton of his sweatshirt when you found that he hadn’t disappeared. God, you think that no amount of healing will ever prevent you from wanting to collapse into Beomgyu, to pretend that things aren’t the way they are.

And as you attempt to regain your composure, only to fail, you realize that Beomgyu was now clinging to you also, his soft sniffles hidden under your shaky breaths, his head nuzzling against the top of yours, hands rubbing your back soothingly as he pulled you close to his chest, the cold and empty feeling foreign to you as he continued to cage you into his body, only to feel as though he weren’t there at all.

Yet you still clung to him, and as he let you, his arms wrapped tightly around your body, you wondered if he felt the same too.

You weren’t sure how he was here, or why, but all you knew is that you were going to allow yourself to savor this moment, and ask for explanations later, if you could.

But for now, pretending as though Beomgyu was back and safe in your arms was enough for you.

* . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° . *

You woke up to the sight of a familiar view out your window, the cloth curtains allowing you to see the sun begin to rise. You were encased in your thick duvet, the tight, uncomfortable feeling of your clothes that you had worn to your lover’s service suddenly gone. Your heart raced as you remembered everything that had happened, sitting up and looking around you wildly.

Beomgyu was nowhere to be found.

You really wish that you hadn’t gotten your hopes up, and that you hadn’t convinced yourself that everything was going to be alright. You slowly slide out of your covers, only to catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, surprised by what you saw. Instead of your stuffy, old clothes that took energy away from you by simply looking at them, you had now been changed to a simple oversized t-shirt, the fabric soft and loose, paired with one of your old sleeping shorts.

Frowning softly, you looked around, only to see that you were back in your bedroom. How did you get here?

“Ah, about time you woke up,” turning around at the sound, you tried to ignore the way the tension seemed to slide off your body, the sight of the very man that occupied your mind easily reassuring you. “From the way you slept the whole day yesterday, I was afraid that you were going to get sick.”

You slowly walked towards him, stopping in front of him as he stared at you expectantly. For a moment, you wanted to reach out and hold his hand, but stopped yourself, arm flinching before staying in its place.

“How are you still here?” You asked, observing him as he seemed to think about what to say. “You’re…” you hesitated, the words feeling heavy in your chest as they began to get stuck. Your throat constricted as you stared at him, your eyes glossing over in frustration. You couldn’t say it. You couldn’t say anything, and you were stuck standing dumbly whilst staring at the man in front of you, not knowing what to do.

“I know,” he whispered out, avoiding your gaze and choosing to instead look out the window. He took slow steps as he walked towards the view, your gaze following him as he stood in front of the window, the light casting an orange glow into the room. You tried to ignore the way that the light seemed to pass through him, his body glowing as he stood there, not interacting with anything around him.

“I know that I’m not… supposed to be here,” Beomgyu breathed out the words that had been on both of your minds finally being released into the room, the air heavy with its meaning. “It’s just- I don’t know where to go,” he turned to you, brown eyes glowing from the sunlight that penetrated your window, his eyes searching yours as he continued to explain his situation.

“I feel…stuck,” he finally admitted. He looked at his hands, nauseous as he could see the floor beneath them, his skin transparent and pale. He looked back up at you, uncertain and afraid of saying his next few words.

“Can you help me?”

You felt as time had stopped as you stood there, frozen as his words rang in your head. He was stuck? Here? How would you be able to help him? You could barely help yourself. But as you stared at him, you could see that he was afraid.

Beomgyu was just as lost as you. He was terrified. Terrified of losing you, of leaving you behind, of being dead. But the longer he stayed with you, the more he felt heavy, as though something bad was about to happen to him. He didn’t want to feel this way anymore, as though he was lost in a world that was once his home.

When he had woken up, he was back in his bedroom, the place dark and cold. You were nowhere in sight. He remembered the day after he died so vividly, it almost haunted him whenever he was alone. He remembered wandering around the house, not realizing that he was dead, looking for you everywhere. It wasn’t until he heard your cries in the backyard that he knew that something was wrong.

When he had found you, you were sitting between Taehyun and Hueningkai, so small and fragile as you clung to them, sobs wrecking your body violently. He remembered wanting to reach out to comfort you, to ask what was wrong, but when he reached out his hand, he finally noticed it.

His hand was pale, slightly transparent under the oranges and pinks of the sunset. As soon as the fear sank in, he remembered it all. The crash, his last few moments of life, paralyzed with pain and terrified as the rain poured down on him relentlessly, the overwhelming nothingness of death. And as he stood behind you, watching helplessly as you clung to the two boys, he couldn’t help but feel as though something wasn’t right.

He felt as though he wasn’t supposed to be here, stuck in this strange state of limbo. The longer he thought about it, the more he would feel unsettled, yet unable to do anything but watch the world continue without him.

It was hard, at first. He was stuck watching as you became bound to your bed, unable to get up and eat. He watched as your hair matted and you began to lose weight, as you had nights where you could only sit up and stare blankly out the window, and had days where you were only able to lay down and close your eyes, sleeping the day away.

He watched as Taehyun and Hueningkai began to come over, helping you slip into an old set of pyjamas, taking you to the bathroom and helping you comb your hair. The first day that they came over haunted him the most, watching as they tried their best to help you with everything you had been struggling with.

They had sat at the edge of the bathtub, seemingly taking hours as they gently parted your hair, slowly but surely making their way through all of your knots, not a drop of frustration building behind their eyes as they continued to help you wash it and put all of your necessary products in afterwards, leaving you feeling lighter as you thanked them endlessly. He watched as they cooked small meals for you, your appetite decreasing since you had stopped eating. But they never faltered, no matter how many times they had to help you sit up to eat. Beomgyu couldn’t begin to explain how grateful he was to his friends.

He then watched as you began to come to the house less and less, leaving him to wonder where it was that you were going. It wasn’t until he finally gathered the courage to step out of the house one morning that he found out. He decided to try and follow you after he noticed you leave with a large book bag filled with clothes, and it wasn’t until Hueningkai came to pick you up that he pieced it together. You were going to stay with them.

He stayed with you the whole time, feeling uneasy whenever he stayed away from you for hours at a time. He went with you whenever he could. To the park, the grocery store, even to the two’s backyard where you would help tend to their flowers.

He went with you to his funeral service too. It wasn’t until then that he felt something inside him change as he watched you carefully, taking in your broken appearance as you could barely hold yourself up. Before that day, Beomgyu simply felt confused and dazed, unsure on what to do, or why he was still here. But watching you attempt to move on, he realized one thing. He was here because of you. Only you could help him.

He wished that it didn’t have to be like this. Beomgyu wished more than anything that he could leave you be, to not interrupt your healing process, but the more he stayed on this Earth, the more he felt as though he didn’t belong, an itchy and anxious feeling nestling itself inside him. He wasn’t sure if you would be able to help him, but he was desperate to find a cure to his unease. He just hoped that he wouldn’t be doing anymore damage to you in the process.

* . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° . *

Beomgyu had never gotten a proper answer from you that day.

But as he sat up in bed, his hair perfectly untouched and still remaining in his half-up half-down position, he knew what your response truly was.

“Good morning,” you had mumbled sleepily, turning to hold the boy's hand, only to hesitate. Beomgyu still had not touched you since that day, and you were still afraid to come in contact with him unless it was him that initiated it. So, you settled with placing your hand on the bed, next to his, smiling up at him softly.

“You have to get ready, don’t you?” He asked, reminding you of your plans with your two friends.

“Oh, yeah. Right,” you said, clearing your throat before sitting up, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror as you did.

It had been a couple of days since Beomgyu had fully revealed himself to you, and you weren’t sure how you were supposed to deal with the news. From the looks of it, you had begun to rely on the boy’s presence a lot more, as much as you were hoping not to. Though you knew you shouldn’t, you began to daydream that everything had gone back to normal, and that maybe, Beomgyu could stay with you.

You began to eat more, feeling refreshed when you were able to wake up with him by your side. You tried to put aside the fact that he remained unchanged since the night you last saw him, still wearing the same clothes that he had left you in. You knew that this was far from moving on, but as you began to search through your closet for something to wear, you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“How about this?”

You turned around to see that Beomgyu was now standing in front of his own closet, his fingers hovering over one of his favorite sweatshirts. You tried to ignore the jolt in your heart as you remembered the times that you would steal it from him, the material soft and comforting when he was gone, only for him to come home and tease you for missing him so much.

You could read his expression so easily, innocent and hopeful that you would have the strength to carry this small piece of him with you in your daily life. So, you nodded, walking over to his closet, hands lingering over the piece of clothing, hesitant to take it down, to change anything that Beomgyu may have done.

You pushed those thoughts aside.

The sweatshirt felt warm and familiar, and you felt lighter as you saw yourself in the mirror, feeling a smile forming on your face as you thought of all the memories that came with it. Turning around to face Beomgyu, you felt more prepared to go hang out with your friends than you initially did.

* . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° . *

When you had initially arrived at the cafe that you had agreed to meet up in, Beomgyu had lingered by your side, asking if it was alright if he went with you.

“Of course I don’t mind, gyu. Whatever you think will help.”

And so he went with you, his breath hitching at the sight of his two friends waiting for you, hand in hand as they sat in a booth by the corner. When you had finally approached them, they greeted you happily, their eyes lingering on your sweatshirt, a spark of hope lighting in their hearts.

You were barely able to enter your bedroom when it all happened, so seeing you here, a healthy glow in your skin and wearing one of Beomgyu’s sweatshirts, made them hope that you were finally moving on. What they didn’t know was that it was the exact opposite to you. In your eyes, you were only able to achieve this due to the sudden presence that came back to your life.

But this wasn’t about him, this was about your friends that sat in front of you, now, chatting happily with you.

And as you began to talk and laugh with them more, the words coming out without any difficulties, you were unable to notice the moment that Beomgyu disappeared from your side.

* . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° . *

It wasn’t until you were sitting on the couch in their home, watching Heungingkai and Taehyun fight over what they should order to eat, that it hit you.

Beomgyu wasn’t here.

You slowly sat up, surveying the room for any signs of the boy that had asked to come with you when you first stepped out the house. You saw no signs of him.

The pain was short and sweet, before you began to remind yourself that your time with him was limited. There was nothing logical about what was happening with him, and maybe, that was it. Maybe he was gone now, for real.

You tried to push away any negative thoughts that began to spread and infect your mind, choosing to remember how happy he was in those past few days that he had come back. Sure, it wasn’t the same, but you were happy that you were at least able to spend some more time with him, to make sure that he was happy, and not afraid and unsure of his final moments.

As much as you wished you were able to say goodbye, you knew that it wasn’t likely. It’s just the way things were. And yeah, it still hurt, but there was nothing you could do about it.

Taehyun came back, pouting as he grumbled about not getting his way, when he stopped in front of you, his face filled with worry.

“Are you alright?” He asked softly, sitting next to you as he pulled you in his arms, your body easily complying and burying itself in his embrace.

“Yeah,” you said softly, the words beginning to drag in your mind. “Just…. Thinking about him.”

You remained silent after that, the exhaustion seeping into you and rendering you unable to say anything else. Taehyun nodded softly, patting your back as he allowed you to remain quiet, not forcing you to elaborate on anything else.

“Yeah, he was pretty great huh,” he sighed, carefully gauging your reaction before continuing. “Remember when he first met Nana? He literally wouldn’t shut up about them, he kept insisting that he would buy treats and toys for him for the next time you hung out,” The two of you laughed softly, with Taehyun remembering the way him and Hueningkai beat him up after he wouldn’t stop talking about the dog nonstop. And about you.

Hueningkai joined soon after, sitting beside Taehyun, wrapping his arms around the two of you as he placed a soft kiss on the top of Taehyun’s head.

The three of you stayed like that, telling stories about Beomgyu until the food came. You felt safe.

* . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° . *

You take back what you previously thought.

About Beomgyu, you mean.

Because as soon as you opened the door to your home, you saw him again.

So much for moving on. Again.

Just as you were going to begin to question why he had suddenly disappeared, you noticed something different about him.

“Gyu, you’re…”

Beomgyu stood in front of you, his eyes wide as he stared at his body. You could barely see him, his body becoming more transparent than when you last saw him. If it weren’t for the light glow emitting from his form, you wonder if you would have been able to spot him at all.

“I think this is it.” He said, his eyes glancing up to you.

This is it? Now?

You swallowed, not knowing what to say. What were you supposed to do now, when you knew that this was your last goodbye? What were you supposed to say to him?

You felt panic lick at your heart like angry flames when you realized that you couldn’t utter a single word.

No, not now.

Just as you felt the hope inside you diminish, an idea came into your head. Yeah, it was risky, but you’d rather take a chance than to let him leave like this.

So, you motioned him to follow you, getting into your car with him following suit. He looked at you with confusion, watching silently as you pulled out of the driveway, a single thought and goal coursing in your mind.

This is it.

* . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° . *

The car ride was silent, save for your tears that, as much as Beomgyu wished he could wipe off, streamed down your face freely.

It wasn’t until you had arrived at your destination that Beomgyu had begun to get choked up as well.

“Oh,” he said quietly, following you silently.

This had been the one place you couldn’t bring yourself to think about since Beomgyu’s death. The place where you fell in love with him, where you became his, where you spent all your free time with him.

Sitting at your usual spot at the edge of the hill, the boy quietly sat by you.

You were back at the place Beomgyu took you to for your first date, where he finally confessed his feelings to you.

The flowers began to sway softly, a sudden wind picking up as you sat silently, trying to think of what to say to the boy next to you.

There were so many things you wanted to say, but such little time. Were you ready for him to leave, to force yourself to accept that you were alone in this world now?

No. This wasn’t about you right now.

“I love you,” you finally said, every single thought and memory about him accumulating to a simple expression. Was it ever enough, with those simple words? Love was only the beginning of your complex feelings for this man, feelings you don’t think you’ll ever be able to find in anyone else. Your chest feels lighter, and you take this moment to tell him all the thoughts that had been on your mind, watching as the sun began to set.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to move on, you know,” you said, the words slipping out of you uncontrollably, “You mean everything to me. Beomgyu.” You turn to face him, only to see that he was already looking at you. You tried to ignore the way he was beginning to fade more and more, solely focusing on him and the things he made you feel.

“I love you, so, so much. You’re so precious to me, and I’ll never forget you. I’m glad you came into my life, no matter how long it was that you stayed.” You sighed at your last statement, tears beginning to prick at your sight, the air in your lungs escaping you quickly with no way to come back in properly.

“I just wish I got to spend more time with you.”

Your breaths were harsh and shaky as you waited for him to say something, only to see that he was in no better state than you.

Slowly, he reached out his hand, and you let him, feeling lightheaded once you were able to feel him.

He felt warm.

“I love you,” he uttered, bringing you close to him, sobs wrecking you violently as you closed your eyes, not wanting to accept that this was it. Gently, he pulled away from you, his hand sliding down your arms to intertwine with your hand, the other reaching up to wipe away your tears, looking into your eyes as if he were daring you to look away. You remained strong, waiting for him to continue.

“I want you to move on. To find your happiness, to find other people,” you were about to protest at the thought, but he dismissed it all, hushing you gently as he continued. “I want you to forget about me with the way I left, about this, and instead remember me and the life I lived.”

Slowly, he caressed your face, bringing you closer, his lips hovering above yours.

“And I want you to never forget the way I loved you, and remember that I loved you with everything in me, and always will.”

He closed the gap, and for a second, you wished you could leave with him. He embraced you tightly, the kiss soft and expressing everything the two of you might have not been able to say in this short time.

Choi Beomgyu. Your friend, your lover, your soulmate. You know, deep in your heart, that you’ll never be able to find anyone quite like him. With a fate as cruel as this, you knew that you were stuck to grow old alone, refusing to contemplate looking for someone new to love, knowing that you were just fine with what you had. You would never forget him, and you would do your best to carry a part of him with you wherever you go.

As your hands wandered up to his face, then back to his hair, playing with the hairstyle you left him in, you knew that he would be taking a part of you with him, and leaving a part of him with you. You gave yourself wholly to him, and can only hope that it was enough.

You pulled away just as the last peak of the sun vanished, leaving you with the night sky and Beomgyu’s smile, his eyes bright and blending with the stars above him.

“Thank you.”

The wind began to pick up as the light around Beomgyu began to shine brighter, hurting your eyes as you fought to keep them open. He pulled you in close one last time, his lips meeting yours in one last sweet, chaste kiss.

“I love you.”

And just like that, he was gone.

The feeling that overtook you was bittersweet, knowing that you made him happy throughout his last moments with you. Memories of your time with Beomgyu entered your mind, and you let them in, stopping at each one as you remembered the love you shared, the time you spent together.

The stars shone above you, and though there was no one by your side physically, you knew, deep in your soul, that Beomgyu had never truly left.

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Sweet & Sour

LOOΠΔ Choerry & Olivia Hye x Male Reader

7066 words

Categories - threesome, daddy kink

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It had been a month since you were introduced to one of Hyejoo’s best friends, Choi Yerim. She was a walking ball of sunshine, always with a smile on her face, a pleasant contrast to Hyejoo’s constant moodiness and drastic change in emotions.

Still, the three of you became closer to one another more each day, becoming a trio that rarely went places without one accompanying them. You loved the company of Yerim, but you weren’t in any rush to commit to a full relationship. It was at her behest that you opted to keep things casual for the time being, learning more about each other before diving into anything serious.

You grew more comfortable together with each date, each evening inevitably ended up the same way - sweaty, tired, and under messy bedsheets, more often yours than hers.

It was safe to say you owed Hyejoo a great debt for setting you up together, not that she wouldn’t have taken the credit anyways for ensuring there would be a pile of clothes every time Yerim entered your apartment.

Hyejoo had preoccupied herself with her new job, leaving you more time to spend with Yerim and it was nothing short of a miracle that she had managed to keep her new job for the past two weeks

No whining, and not a single complaint about how difficult it was to work dozens of hours a week. You were starting to think Hyejoo had been replaced with a clone, the idea of hard work was an unfamiliar and foreign concept to someone who was often too lazy to even make breakfast in the morning.

The clock had just struck past midnight as Hyejoo was on her way to your apartment, sitting in the back seat of a taxi cab and making idle chatter with the friendly driver, another thing she rarely did.

With one of the spare keys you had given her and Yerim (something you almost always regretted), she unlocked the door to your place, tossing her belongings on the counter and slipping her shoes off.

“Welcome back, Hye,” you greeted, but she didn’t bother returning and you quickly found yourself flat on the mattress as she pounced on you like a wolf, arms wrapped around you and her breasts pressed up against your chest as her soft lips met yours.

“It’s time for my midnight snack, daddy,” she said, hungry for her nightly dose of healthy protein after a long day, unzipping your pants and slipping a hand inside your boxers, stroking you until you were, which admittedly didn’t take long.

“How was work?” you asked, trying to keep any pretense of a conversation as you lifted your shirt off your body and tossed it, Hyejoo yanking your pants and boxers off your legs, leaving you fully naked.

“It was fun. I think my boss likes me,” she said, lifting the hem of her shirt to expose her torso, her tight midriff and full breasts that her black bra could barely contain.

“That explains why you haven’t fired yet,” you teased, as Hyejoo slapped your thigh, letting her fingernails gently scrape across your skin.

“Hey!” Hyejoo pouted, fiddling with the clasp of her bra as you waited patiently as if she were unwrapping a present just for you.

“I like this job,” she said, slipping her bra straps off her shoulders and freeing her perfect round breasts. You never got tired of this part, her bare exposed breasts causing your cock to throb freely as your eyes feasted on her chest.

“And I like these tits.”

“Only like?” Hyejoo asked, her lips turning in a frown as you cupped and squeezed her breasts, kneading the soft flesh with your fingers.

“You know I fucking love them, Hye,” you said, playing with her rosy pink nipples that had hardened already, pulling on them and pinching, causing several cute whines to escape her mouth.

Hyejoo pulled you off the bed until you were sitting on the edge of the mattress, kneeling on the floor underneath you as she spread your legs, spitting repeatedly on your shaft and stroking your shaft slowly. She did the same thing in between her generous cleavage, letting saliva coat it as she grabbed your cock and slapped her tits with it several times, smearing precum.

“I missed you, daddy,” she said, staring up at you with her dark lustful eyes. You both knew what was coming, and nothing could prepare you for it.

“Did you miss me or my cock?” you teased, as Hyejoo licked your leaking tip, lapping up the clear liquid that had dripped down your slit.

“Hmph. Can’t it be both?” she asked, slipping your cock into the warmth of her heavy breasts.

You gasped at the heavenly sensations of her soft flesh squeezing your shaft tightly as she trapped you in her cleavage, cupping her supple breasts and interlocking her fingers to make sure you never slipped out.

“Fuck, Hyejoo…”

You couldn’t stop moaning as Hyejoo moved her delicious breasts up and down, continuously spitting in between her deep cleavage to keep every movement smooth as could be as your shaft was nestled inside her sizable warm tits.

“Does that feel good, daddy? Your cock fits so perfectly in between my tits.”

“Fuck yes, Hye. You have no idea.”

"I think I have some idea by how loud you’re moaning.”

It was such a beautiful erotic image, your throbbing cock disappearing in and out of Hyejoo’s perfect round tits, every inch being swallowed up and pleasured by soft flesh.

Hyejoo kept the pleasurable friction going, continuing to let spit drip out of her pouty lips to aid in lubricating your shaft, trying to lick your tip and failing several times as she whined. You felt pleasure in every inch of your body, driving you insane and making your breathing shallow by the second.

It had only been a few minutes, but you felt close to your limits already, knowing Hyejoo wanted to drain you. Your saliva-drenched cock twitched inside her delicious cleavage, signaling to her that you were close. She bit her lip, squeezing her tits tighter around your cock, her sensual eyes encouraging your climax.

“I’m gonna cum, f-fuck, Hye...”

“Good, I need your cum all over me. Cum for me, daddy.”

Hyejoo smiled widely, eagerly anticipating your load as you felt unable to hold on any longer, savoring the last few thrusts being inside her wonderful warm breasts. You couldn’t take it anymore, groaning as your shaft throbbed and blasted Hyejoo’s cute face with several shots of thick sticky cum, the rest pooling in her collarbones.

“You came so much, daddy...” Hyejoo said, removing your cock from her tits and slowly licking your sensitive slit, making you jerk as she giggled, strands of semen dripping down her face.

You collected yourself, trying to stabilize your breathing as you leaned back and placed your hands on the mattress, staring at the creamy mess you had left on Hyejoo. It wasn’t until the last moment that you noticed a shadow filling the room and a feminine figure walking in frame.

“Hey! You got started without me!”

That cute voice could only belong to one person, Choi Yerim. She walked into view with her hands on her hips and scanned the scene, unhappy with being late to the party.

“I want a facial,” Yerim whined, stomping her bare feet on the carpet. Hyejoo still had your heavy warmth on her face, using the tip of her finger to bring some into her mouth, sucking on her finger.

“You were supposed to tell her to come over tonight, Hyejoo.”

“Was I? I forgot. Sorry, Yerim,” Hyejoo said, her plump lips forming a prominent smirk.

“You didn’t forget you selfish whore,” Yerim said, folding her arms and pouting her lips.

“Just stop whining and go sit on his face then while I clean up.”

Yerim’s eyes lit up as her bright smile returned on her pretty lips, pleased at Hyejoo’s suggestion.

“I’ll be back, daddy,” Hyejoo said, as she disappeared in the bathroom, her hips swaying as she left the room, leaving you alone with Yerim.

“You heard her, baby. Come sit on my face,” you said, scooting back until you were flat on your back in the middle of the mattress. Yerim swiftly stripped her clothes off, happily getting on the mattress and scooting her way towards the pillows.

Yerim took her time in getting in position, straddling your chest. You explored her naked body with your hands, giving her ass a quick slap. She shyly smiled and lifted herself up until her luscious thighs were hovering above your head, her pussy already visibly dripping.

“You’re drenched already, baby,” you said, using your fingers to rub her silky pink slit, making Yerim’s entire body jerk.

“A-ah! I’m wet because I wanted you to cum on my face, daddy.”

“And I want you to cum on mine,” you said, grabbing both of her cheeks and forcing her weight down on you, smearing her messy juices on your face.

Yerim let out the loudest of gasps as you licked her pussy, her warm thighs instinctively wrapping around your head as soft flesh surrounded you.

“D-daddy…” Yerim moaned, her hands finding their way to your head, fingers running through your hair as she tugged on it. You loved this position, taking in the sweet aroma of her as your head was buried in between her legs, her full creamy thighs suffocating you.

“O-oh f-fuck, daddy, “ Yerim moaned out as your tongue invaded her tight wet hole, exploring every delicious inch. You sucked on her clit, lips sealed tightly around it as she rolled her hips, slowly riding your face as intense pleasure shot up her spine.

It wasn’t the first time Yerim had used your face as a pillow, but she never felt any less embarrassed, her cheeks reddening. Were her hands not playing with your hair, trying to force your tongue deeper inside her dripping cunt she would be covering up her face as her body adjusted to every electrifying sensation.

“T-that feels so good, daddy. I love when you eat my pussy,” she said as you gave loud slurps of her clit, making her legs twitch as her thighs squeezed tighter around your head.

“Yerim-ah, you didn’t cum yet?” Hyejoo said as she lied down on the bed beside you, her long legs next to your head.

“Daddy is enjoying his meal too much,” Yerim said, her juices dripping down her thighs and coating your face as you devoured her delicious pussy.

“Looks like daddy is hard again,” Hyejoo said, wrapping a hand around your throbbing shaft and slowly pumping you.

“Th-that’s it, daddy, don’t stop, p-please don’t stop,” she cried out as you kept your tongue inside her, fucking in and out of her wet hole. You tried to coax every bit out of pleasure as you used both hands to grab her plump asscheeks, smothering your face with her pussy even more.

“O-oh f-fuck, I’m gonna cum, daddy!”

Yerim’s thighs quivered violently as her toes curled, gyrating her hips as her climax arrived, dripping her juices into your lips as you tried to force out as much of her sweet nectar into your mouth.

Your face was covered with Yerim’s juices, lips and chin stained with slick as she released you from the clutches of her thighs. You licked her thighs clean, making her squirm as you took a few final swipes of her pussy, her sensitivity driving her crazy.

“Don’t be greedy this time, Yerim,” Hyejoo said, as Yerim dismounted your face, collapsing nearby as she recovered, letting you see the beautiful sight of Hyejoo jerking you off, locking eyes with you.

“Where do you want this cock, daddy?” Hyejoo asked, delivering lazily strokes and rubbing your sweet spot, making your shaft leak messily all over her fingers.

“You can choose, baby.”

Hyejoo let out an excited smile, her pretty lips planting several kisses on your tip as she tasted precum.

“I want you to fuck my throat, daddy.”

“I’d love to, baby,” you said, as Hyejoo relinquished control of your cock. You climbed off the bed and stood near the edge as she adjusted her position, lying on her back as her head dangled off the mattress centered in between your legs, licking her lips as she hungrily eyed your cock.

Hyejoo reached out to grab a handful of your balls, squeezing them gently as you rubbed your tip all over her red triangle lips, slapping her stunningly gorgeous face with your cock.

There wasn’t any patience between the two of you as Hyejoo grabbed your stiff cock, guiding it into her mouth as her tongue swirled around the head, letting you do the rest.

You pushed your shaft inside the warmth of Hyejoo’s wet mouth, sliding every inch from tip to base and resting inside her tight throat as her lips sealed around your flesh.

“Fuck, Hye…”

You groaned with every thrust as you fucked Hyejoo’s mouth, watching a bulge form as she slobbered on your cock as you placed your palm on her warm neck, feeling yourself entering and leaving her tight warm throat.

Hyejoo didn’t have as bad of a gag reflex as Yerim did due to her experience she had in training her throat, but still struggled in taking your length as your balls rested against her cute nose.

You grabbed her huge breasts while continuing to plunge your shaft down the warm depths of her throat, playing with them and squeezing as much soft flesh as you could as drool began spilling out of Hyejoo’s mouth from your forceful use of her, spilling down her face.

Hyejoo couldn’t help the pleasure she felt in between her thighs as you used her throat, letting the messiest of sounds escape. She pinched her nipples that had stiffened, moving a hand down her toned midriff and slipping it into the black pair of panties she still had on, starting to finger herself.

“Messy little slut,” Yerim giggled, coming back to reality as she watched your cock impaling Hyejoo’s warm tight throat, making her gag on it with every few strokes.

Hyejoo withdrew her hand from her heat, wiping her slick on her tight abdomen, her skin glistening in the bedroom lights.

“Look what you did to her, daddy…” Yerim said, the jealousy on her features manifesting.

“Maybe you should help her out then. You’ll find something in that nightstand,” you said, gesturing towards the bedside table drawer. Yerim scurried towards it, opening up and rifling through the contents, pushing aside an almost empty bottle of lube and handcuffs as she found what you were talking about.

“I have one that looks just like this, daddy,” she said, giggling as she grabbed a purple vibrator with a curved tip out of the drawer, staring at it excitedly.

“I use it on this little slut when she’s being a good girl. Or a naughty girl.”

“I’m gonna have a lot of fun with her...”

Hyejoo’s legs trembled with anticipation as Yerim tugged her panties off, leaving every inch of skin exposed for both of your viewing pleasure.

“Make sure you tease her first.”

“Yes, daddy,” Yerim said, switching the toy on to the lowest setting as it emanated a low hum.

Meanwhile, you had slowed your pace down, wanting to enjoy the show you were about to watch, give deep but gentle thrusts down Hyejoo’s throat.

Yerim admired the vibrating toy for a moment, focusing on the older girl’s spread legs as she pressed it against her swollen clit for a few seconds and removed it. Hyejoo’s hips bucked as she moaned around your shaft, sending delightful vibrations around it.

You gave her throat a bit of respite as you removed your shaft from it, letting her tenderly suck on your balls as one of her hands stroked your mess shaft, drool being spread all over her warm lips and chin.

Yerim was relentless in her teasing, not allowing Hyejoo’s body to settle into the intense stimulations on her clit and pulling the toy back just as she was gaining momentum. You didn’t let her throat stay empty for long, plunging back and hitting the back of it with one smooth stroke and making her choke on it which only served to let juices drip down her thighs.

“She’s so wet, daddy,” Yerim said, enjoying the fact that she was driving Hyejoo insane with need a little too much. Were your shaft not buried down her warm throat she no doubt would be doing nothing but whining and complaining.

“I think she’s had enough. Make her cum, baby.”

“Of course, daddy. I’d love to!”

Yerim upped the intensity of the vibrator as high as it would go, the loud vibrations being drowned out as she slipped inside Hyejoo’s needy pussy, making her back arch high as she began thrusting it inside her body.

“Cum whenever you need, baby,” you said, timing your thrusts with Yerim, causing Hyejoo’s full heavy breasts to bounce hypnotically. Hyejoo had never felt so full, two of her holes being pumped into carelessly as she became a squirming mess. Opposite sides of her body were being used, something that she wasn’t used to as loud muffled moans escaped as the fire in her abdomen began to light up.

“Cum for us you little slut,” Yerim said, using the toy to hit her sweet spot with ease repeatedly, juices pouring out of her cunt and coating the outsides of it.

Hyejoo felt completely overwhelmed by the pleasure, her pussy pulsating around the vibrating toy jammed in her cunt, dripping her natural juices over every surface. With you and Yerim doing a number on her Hyejoo couldn’t take anymore, toes curling into the mattress as she came, unable to properly voice her pleasure as she melted into the bedsheets.

You were the first to withdraw from Hyejoo’s quivering body, leaving her gasping for air as Yerim kept her pussy filled, juices flooding out onto the bed.

“F-fuck!” Hyejoo cried out, able to speak for the first time in several minutes, while Yerim dropped down the speed of the toy that had just given her the most intense orgasm she had in a while, moving it out of her and lightly pressing it on her swollen clit.

“P-please stop, ah, f-fuck, Yerim,” Hyejoo said, and Yerim complied right away but not without a handful of slaps on her sensitive pussy as her thighs closed shut.

“Now clean up the mess you made, Hye,” you said. Yerim handed her the drenched toy as Hyejoo sat up, her delicious breasts still heaving as she took the toy into her mouth, wrapping her tongue and lips around it and tasting her succulent juices on it until they were replaced with her saliva.

“Fuck, I’m delicious,” Hyejoo said, tossing the used toy aside as her confidence caused a trio of laughter and smiles.

“What’s next, daddy?” Yerim asked eagerly. You weren’t sure what you wanted to do with these two beautiful women. All three willing participants had an orgasm each and you were insatiable for more.

Your only regret was you couldn’t fuck both of these drop dead gorgeous women at the same time, at least not in a traditional way. No doubt you were as hungry to fuck each of them as they were hungry to be fucked, but you didn’t want to dive straight into the main course, wanting to give yourself a little appetizer first.

“Come over here please,” you ordered, an idea forming in your head.

“Yes, daddy,” they said together in perfect unison, laughing as they gathered themselves off the bed, lining up side by side for you.

You closed the distance until their perfect bodies were inches away from you, scanning up and down their curves as they both instinctively reached for your cock, Yerim working your shaft while Hyejoo fondled your balls.

“Daddy is always so hard,” Yerim said, running her soft hand over your length, looking into your eyes.

“And his balls are so full. We need to drain them again, daddy,” Hyejoo said.

“You’ll have your chance,“ you said, smirking devilish and enjoying the double pleasure they were giving you, moaning softly as their delicate hands pleasured you.

It was impossible to keep your attention on just one of them, darting your eyes back and forth as your eyes feast on their sculpted nude bodies. Using the tip of your middle finger you ran it up Yerim’s slit, collecting her slick on it. Your hands were drawn to her deliciously wide hips as you grabbed them and spun her around, facing her away from you and slapped your throbbing shaft on her soft thighs, feeling the juices that had leaked on her warm flesh.

“I love your body so much,” you said, sliding into the gap of Yerim’s full thighs as her legs closed and squeezed your shaft, causing a collective moan as your cock was trapped by heavenly warm flesh.

Yerim’s thighs were slightly smaller than Hyejoo’s, but no less pleasurable as they still had no problem making you climax between them several times. You kept your hands on Yerim’s hips, keeping a slow pace to savor every thrust in between her amazing thighs as your shaft rubbed against her drenched pussy lips, nudging against her swollen clit.

“That feels so good, daddy…”

Hyejoo watched intently as you slipped in and out of Yerim’s thighs, feeling the pangs of jealousy.

“What about me, daddy? Don’t you want to fuck my thighs too?”

“Be patient, baby. You’ll get your turn soon,” you said as Hyejoo did her best not to whine, resting a hand on your shoulder as she kissed your neck.

Your pace was deliberately slow, thrusting in between slick flesh as Yerim’s thighs suffocated your shaft as you pumped in between them, rocking your hips in a rhythm and filling the gap with your flesh.

Hyejoo hated being left out and dropped to her knees. You couldn’t see what she was doing, but at the end of your thrusts she sucked your tip as it surfaced out of Yerim’s thighs, adding to your pleasure.

The additional stimulation made your pace quicken, eager to feel Hyejoo’s awaiting mouth at the end of your thrusts, the combination of flesh and lips around your cock driving you insane. It took considerable willpower to not move full speed in between Yerim’s thighs, you felt you could explode at any moment.

It was with much regret that you slipped out from the comfort of Yerim’s thighs, but you took solace that you weren’t going to be left without flesh hugging your cock for that long.

“F-fuck…” Yerim whined, her slick dripping her thighs as her body was left painfully empty and unsatisfied.

Hyejoo became the focus of your attention as she entered the view, your eyes immediately drawn to those immaculate full thighs of hers that were so goddamn perfect. The night was just getting started as you grabbed Hyejoo’s body, giving her ass a hard slap as you spun around with more energy and she gasped at your forcefulness.

“Fuck my thighs, daddy,” Hyejoo pleaded as you caressed her wide hips, her pristine skin pillowy soft and warm to the touch.

Just like before your shaft found its way in between wonderful thick thighs as they squeezed and trapped you, suffocating your cock with delicious soft flesh. The wetness you felt was more prominent as your cock was snuggled between the thighs of a goddess, pumping in between them and experiencing unforgettable pleasure you felt throughout your entire body.

“D-daddy...does that feel good?” she asked, a question that needed no answer as your tip nudged against her wet pussy lips. Your pace was considerably faster, hips moving with, digging your fingertips into Hyejoo’s creamy skin as you groaned with every thrust, her plentiful juices lubricating your frantic movements.

“You like my thighs more don’t you, daddy?” Hyejoo asked, but you were too focused on the way her thighs made your cock feel, fucking her warm flesh without a care in the world.

Yerim didn’t let her answer either, watching the action unfold as her hands grabbed Hyejoo’s breasts, giving them a squeeze and bit her swollen nipples, making her whine as you continued fucking her warm thighs, feeling more of her juices coating your cock.

You never wanted to leave Hyejoo’s thighs, wanting to savor the feeling just a little longer, leaving precum on her flesh as you withdrew an inch at a time until you left her body, throbbing freely. Both women turned around to meet your gaze, lust and desire filled their eyes as they awaited what was next.

“Will you fuck us now, daddy?” Hyejoo asked, both women approaching closer as you brought a hand between each of their thighs, feeling how drenched each was.

“Fuck me first, daddy!” Yerim said, pressing her lips against yours as you rubbed her wet lips, feeling her moaning into your mouth.

“Don’t be selfish. I’m older,” Hyejoo said, as you switched your hands from Yerim’s body to hers, roaming her beautiful skin as you bit on her bottom lip, using your fingers to spread open her pink pussy lips and played with her clit.

“Only by a few months!” Yerim protested, lips forming a pout.

“You’ll fuck me first won’t you, daddy?” Hyejoo asked, her breath hitching as you slipped a finger inside her cunt, her thighs closing around your hand.

“I can’t decide. You should take turns riding my cock,” you said, creating a compromise.

“Yay!” Yerim cheered, smiling brightly. Hyejoo’s expression was muted as always.

“Fine,” Hyejoo said, sounding defeated. “But I get to go first.”

“Lay on the bed, daddy,” Hyejoo ordered, playfully pushing your chest so you fell backward onto the mattress, your feet resting on the edge. She climbed the bed and pounced on you, not wasting time in straddling you and squeezed your hips with her deadly thighs, lips embracing you in a deep lustful kiss.

"I want this inside me," Hyejoo said, lifting her body up with her feet placed flat on the mattress, spreading her legs wide. You had the perfect view of her wet pussy as she slowly stroked your cock, aiming it at her center of pleasure and rubbing it between her slick-filled pussy, the heat radiating to draw you in.

“Then ride my fucking cock, Hye.”

Your cock had been in several places already - between Hyejoo’s breasts and her warm mouth and two sets of incredible thighs, but it was about to be in your favorite place, Hyejoo’s incredibly tight pussy and you couldn’t wait.

Hyejoo couldn’t wait any longer and neither could you as she slowly lowered onto your shaft, still stroking you and trying to ease herself into her walls being parted, moving her hips up and down little by little.

“Just relax and let us do all the work, daddy.”

Hyejoo braced herself by resting her palms on your chest, sinking down onto every inch of your throbbing shaft until she was impaled to the hilt, enveloping your shaft with warmth and wetness as she adjusted to being filled with so much flesh.

“Daddy...you feel so good inside me already,” Hyejoo whimpered, preparing both of you for the intense pleasure that was about to happen, the warm flesh of her pussy gripping you tightly and refusing to let go.

“Be a good girl and ride me, baby,” you said, giving her plump ass an encouraging slap.

“Yes, daddy,” Hyejoo said and bit her lip, letting her hips do the rest of the talking as she began bouncing on your cock at a gingerly pace, stretching herself out and spreading her juices on your shaft.

“You’re so tight and wet for me baby. Did I do this to you?” you asked, watching the lust in her eyes as her mouth stayed agape, breathless moans escaping as she picked up speed, her breasts bouncing perfectly with every movement of her hips.

“Y-yes, daddy, f-fuck. I love the way your cock stretches me out.”

The pleasure you felt was so deep and intense you had lost yourself in it as Hyejoo’s bouncing breasts hypnotized you. Were there not a soft moan to your right you had almost forgotten that there was someone else in the room enjoying the show.

“I want a turn, daddy,” Yerim said. She had positioned herself next to you, kneeling on the mattress with a hand between her thighs, touching herself lazily as her thighs slick dripping down them as the action grew too hot and heavy to stay idle.

“Hop on this dick then,” you said, Hyejoo frowning as she lifted herself off, resting her head on your chest. Yerim grabbed your cock coated with Hyejoo’s essence, not wasting time in slamming her heat onto it, letting every inch enter her needy tight cunt.

“Oh my god, daddy,” she moaned, mirroring Hyejoo as her small hands were placed on your chest as her plump ass began bouncing on your crotch, taking every inch with ease.

“Whoever lasts the longest gets to choose where he cums!” Hyejoo said, as Yerim began using her powerful hips, your shaft now coated with the juices of two women, forming a delectable cocktail of pleasure.

“Don’t worry, that’ll be me, daddy!” Yerim said proudly, taking your shaft into her body with her eyes half-lidded.

“You like my pussy better don’t you, daddy?” Hyejoo whispered into your ear, nibbling on it playfully as Yerim bounced on your cock with an unlimited amount of energy, moaning freely. You didn’t answer such an impossible question, yet you find yourself at the wrath of one of them.

“Daddy’s cock feels amazing,” Yerim said, letting her eyes close shut as pleasure shot up her spine, shooting her head back as her thick thighs crashed against yours, finding a rhythm to ride your cock with.

“Your pussy feels really good when you’re this wet, Yerim,” you said, Yerim moaning in response as her walls squeezed and held your cock inside her, desperate to never let you go.

Yerim wasn’t blessed with the chest Hyejoo had, but her perky breasts were still full enough to bounce as she settled into a rhythm she liked, greedily holding onto your chest as she gave herself pleasure.

“My turn. Don’t be so selfish you slut,” Hyejoo said, just you and Yerim were getting used to each other's bodies, The time spent inside her painfully short.

The two lustful women cooperated for the most part, sharing your cock and letting you feel all the differences in their bodies as they swapped back and forth every few minutes. Hyejoo was tighter but not by much, whereas Yerim was much wetter, both of their flesh equally warm and suffocating around your shaft and you regretted the loss of sensations each time they switched.

Yerim’s turn came around again as their combined juices drenched your shaft, making it painlessly easy to take you inside, and you knew they both had to be tethering on the edge.

“Turn around for me, baby,” you told Yerim, knowing she was liable to climax first and you wanted to see that perfect round ass of hers as she did so. She obliged without a word, letting your shaft disappear in between her juicy cheeks and held onto your thighs, bouncing her delicious ass on your crotch as she neared what was inevitable.

“I love your cock so much, daddy,” Yerim moaned, and you rewarded her with multiple slaps on both of her bouncing bare cheeks, watching as they jiggled as your palm met soft flesh that began forming sweat on her beautiful pale skin.

“F-fuck, I love when you spank me, daddy,” Yerim said, bouncing even harder on your cock, whimpering and whining as you gave repeated smacks to her delectable backside until you could see handprints on each side.

“Are you enjoying my tight little pussy, daddy?” Yerim asked, as you gave her tender flesh a reprieve, grabbing a handful of flesh with one hand as she rode your cock hastily, spiraling towards climax.

“Of course, baby. You ride me so well. Are you close?”

“Y-yes, daddy. I’m almost there,” Yerim said, gasping in between syllables and moaning breathlessly. You allowed her to do all the work as she tucked her feet around your waist, bouncing her ass on your crotch carelessly and kept her hands on your thighs for leverage.

“She has a really nice ass, daddy,” Hyejoo said directly into your ears, the two of you watching Yerim mindlessly ride your cock, desperately chasing her release.

“You should shove your cock in it next time.”

Just the thought of that made your shaft throb wildly inside Yerim, who had given up all hope of finishing second, chasing that fire in her stomach that grew by the second. Her walls pulsated and released your shaft, juices slicking up every inch of your flesh buried inside as she was just right at the finish line.

“Cum on my cock, Yerim,” you ordered, giving one more smack across her tender flesh that made her juices leak out of her cunt, signaling she couldn’t hold out any longer.

“O-oh, fuck d-daddy, I-I’m cumming!”

Right on cue Yerim’s climax hit like lightning, and while she was the only one who achieved it, the three of you shared in the experience, the waves of pleasure washing over her body as her toes curled behind her, her pussy clamping down on your shaft so tightly it almost hurt to stay inside her.

Yerim’s stalled breathing could be heard around the room as she gasped for air, sweat dripping down her beautiful back as she slowly gyrated her hips, riding out her orgasm as she tried recovering as best as she could.

“Good girl,” you said, caressing her sweaty body until she had finished every second of bliss as she dismounted your cock, collapsing on the opposite side of Hyejoo, leaving your shaft free for her use.

“That means I get to make daddy cum,” Hyejoo boasted proudly, taking up her former position and desperate to take you inside her again. In no time flat you were met with her warmth as she sheathed you inside her, no longer needing time to adjust to your length as she went wild.

“I missed the way your cock fills me, daddy,” Hyejoo said as your hands roamed her tight body, running your hands alongside all the bare skin you could find before stopping at her perfect round breasts, wanting to keep them in your hands for an eternity.

Staring into each other’s eyes lustful gazes met as you both sought an equal amount of bliss, wanting to take in as much of this final round.

Hyejoo increased her pace until she was riding you as hard as her body would let her, the bed creaking underneath your naked bodies as if objecting to every movement. The harshness in her hips grew, slamming herself down on your cock as you became an idle participant, letting her do the work.

Hyejoo’s wetness surrounded your crotch, growing by the second. The sheets were soaked underneath as you kept your hands filled with Hyejoo’s big tits, squeezing as much flesh that fit into your hands and giving each an echoing slap that mirrored the earlier slaps on Yerim’s fit rear.

“F-fuck yes, daddy, slap those tits,” Hyejoo begged, her pussy clenching in reaction, her tight walls so soaking wet they threatened to push you out of her.

You obliged her request, slapping each of her tits repeatedly, focusing on one before moving to the next, only giving brief moments of respite to pinch her sensitive nipples before repeating the action, each slap drew her closer to climax.

“I’m so close, daddy,” Hyejoo said, gasping between words as she endlessly rode your cock, bracing herself on your chest as her nails dug into your skin. You could hear it in her shallowed breathing how close she was, and you weren’t far off as her cunt continuously squeezed the life out of your shaft, trying to urge your climax as well.

You could feel all the energy being slowly zapped out of your body with every bounce of Hyejoo’s plump ass, the wet smack of hot flesh on flesh as you rested into the sheets with your hands on her wide hips, watching the erotic expression plastered on her features as her breasts bounced and bounced as she used the remaining strength in her powerful thighs.

“Oh fuck, daddy, I’m cumming!” Hyejoo cried out, gyrating her hips as fast they would move. Her body moved furiously as she used you for her pleasure, bouncing harshly on your cock in a way that she cared little for anything but chasing her release.

You stared into Hyejoo's gorgeous eyes, watching the lust and desire in them as she hit her peak. Her toes curled into the sheets stained with a trio of fluids as she came hard on your shaft, controlled her body shaking in your arms as she became a puddle of pleasure.

Hyejoo could barely keep her eyes open as her climax tore through her body, feeling the weight of exhaustion as her panting and gasping grew uninterrupted, her breasts heaving deliciously.

“I can feel you throbbing so much. Aren’t you going to cum, daddy?” she asked tiredly, trying to catch a breath. You were so focused on Hyejoo’s orgasm that you briefly stalled your climax, wanting her to have hers that your own snuck up on you, dangerously close.

“Yes, baby. I’m really close,” you responded as Hyejoo’s beautiful tired eyes lit up in excitement. There were too many places you wanted to finish, and the aching tightness in your abdomen wasn’t going to let you take your time in choosing one.

“Hyejoo...fuck. I want to cum in your mouth. Finish me off.”

“Yes, daddy,” she obediently said, lifting her body off your shaft and eagerly kneeled between your crotch. One of your favorite things about Hyejoo was she loved swallowing, even more than Yerim did.

“Blow it all in my mouth, daddy,” Hyejoo said as her sultry lips wrapped tightly around your cock. Her juices liberally coated your shaft as she tasted herself and bobbed her head up and down furiously, working magic in between your legs she kept her eyes glued on you.

Hyejoo had an insatiable hunger in her eyes as she slurped on every inch of your shaft, and it was regretful that you wouldn’t be able to enjoy her loud sloppy blowjob for that long as you were on the brink of orgasm. You hadn’t even made it half a minute through intense Hyejoo’s oral assault as she squeezed your balls, setting off your climax like the start of a fireworks show.

“Hyejoo, I’m cumming!” you said as you grabbed the back of Hyejoo’s head and pushed her all the way down your base, throbbing wildly as you erupted. You moaned loudly and sent several shots of semen down into her inviting mouth, coating her throat with each thick spurt and thrusting your hips to make sure your cock was buried into her mouth as you were emptied.

Hyejoo was nothing but happy to receive your load, smiling through a mouth full of cock as you filled her pretty mouth with cum. Your pulsating shaft emptied down her throat as you kept her lips firmly pressed up against your crotch, her nose resting against your stomach as she drained every drop out of you.

Your grip on her head weakened as your orgasm ran its course, making sure nothing spilled out of her mouth as you held her against your base until you could hardly move.

Hyejoo opened her mouth filled with your creamy present she had just been given, swirling it around her pink tongue several times.

“Don’t swallow it all, baby. Be a good girl and share. “

She did her best to frown with her mouth full of cum, beckoning Yerim to approach her position who did so without hesitation. Hyejoo aggressively pulled her in for a kiss, their lips smacking loudly as she deposited her share into Yerim’s mouth, swapping your creamy liquid with their wet tongues until they each had taken enough to satisfy them.

You watched with fatigue setting in, forcing your eyes open as they simultaneously tilted their head back, swallowing your cum with one big gulp and opening their mouths, letting you see the emptiness inside as they tasted such a delicacy.

“Delicious!” They both said at the same time, giggling together as Hyejoo leaned in for one more kiss as they used their tongues and lips to clean off your depleted shaft, making you shiver with sensitivity.

“Thank you, daddy,” Hyejoo said, kissing your sensitive tip as Yerim followed, back and forth they planted their soft lips all over until you couldn’t take any more contact on your shaft.

The bed became a mess of tangled limbs and a mixture of gasps and pants as you collapsed flat on your back, sandwiched between two beautiful naked bodies as you had one girl on either side of you.

“Do you still have anything left, daddy?” Yerim asked, flashing a mischievous smile as she traced your chest with her finger.

“You want another round already? Insatiable little slut,” Hyejoo teased as Yerim couldn’t help herself, feeling her cheeks reddening.

“Give me five minutes,” you said, still trying to catch your breath and gasping loudly, wondering how you had lucked out to find yourself in such a situation.

“My shower will fit all three of us, go started without me. I won’t mind.”

“Okay, daddy!” Yerim said as the comforting weight of their sweaty bodies was lifted off yours. You craned your neck to watch the duo of curvaceous women heading towards the bathroom as their deadly hips swayed in tandem, and just the thought of their tight bodies lathered in soap sent blood racing towards your loins.

You had no complaints about these insatiable women wanting to drain you until you had nothing left as you heard the hot water turning on as the steam slowly poured out of your large bathroom.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

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