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justmystyles · 8 months

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Hey, you are literally one of my favorite writers out here. I honestly love every piece you've written, it's just all really really really good. (guess I am not as good with words as you, oops)

Anyway, I am so glad your requests are open. I was wondering if you could write something where the reader comes from a difficult family. emotionally abusive mother, distant father, eldest daughter syndrome, all that jazz.

So she's sort of moved away but still keeps in touch with her family cuz she does sorta love them but it's hard. So it's like she's got some body image issues and she's closed off, pretty funny but likes to use humor to hide her feelings, has a lot of acquaintances but doesn't like sharing herself with people much (why do I feel like I am describing someone specific lol)

And one day it all just becomes too much ig. I don't know exactly how the story goes, guess I am just looking for some comfort. had a weird few days.

Honestly, love you work. You're great. Thank you for reading that bs. Doesn't matter much if you decide to write it or not. You're already perfect. <3

Let's talk about this ask I got a few weeks ago, shall we?

First of all, I am honored to be considered one of your favorite writers on here, your words are so sweet and I love you.

Now, getting down to business, this ask genuinely made me cry because I know this reader. I am this reader and it was truly terrifying that a stranger on the internet described me so well to me. As soon as I read this, I knew it was going to be my next series, and after weeks of taking down notes and ideas, I finally started actually writing it today.

It'll still be a bit before I start putting it out there, this premise means so much to me that I want to really take my time and do it the justice it deserves, but I have included a little teaser for you below the read more so that you can get a taste of what I'm working on. I've also tagged my tag list peeps so that you all can see what I've been up to.

I'll still be working on NYIML and the other asks I have (if you sent me one, I love you and I'm working on it, please be patient, life has kind of blown up over the last week or so).

You would watch on in awe, watching the music come to life, watching Harry work. From time to time, you would meet his gaze, noticing a softness in his eyes that warmed your insides. You brushed your feelings off, reminding yourself that Harry was just a kind person. He probably looked at everyone like that. He would often invite you to join the group for lunch, or drinks after a successful session. You always declined politely, certain he was just asking to be polite.

But Harry wasn’t just asking to be polite, and those looks that he threw in your direction were different than the way he would look at anyone else. He was fascinated by you, he felt like he needed to know more. When he met you, he thought you were beautiful, and the refreshments that you had laid out showed how kind and thoughtful you were. But he knew there was more to you, and he couldn’t wait to find out all of it.

You truly were the studio mom, always making sure everyone had what they needed. You would bring coffee and breakfast in the morning, make everyone’s lunch orders, or reservations if they decided to go out. But you would never join them. He found that curious, but also disappointing. He understood if you wanted to focus on work while you were all locked away in the studio, hoping to take those lunches and extra curricular times to get to know you, but those moments never came.

He had asked your coworkers about you, hoping to gain some kind of intel that could help him break the ice. Everyone told him how sweet you were, always asking about them and their goings on, but often changing the subject when the conversation would turn to you. He also learned about how funny you were. He would have never guessed, based on how quiet you’d been around him. He figured some of that was because of his celebrity status, he was used to people being shy around him, but they would typically warm up over time. You hadn’t.

There was a bit of worry in his mind that maybe you had an issue with him. You weren’t cold with him, you had always been incredibly kind in your interactions with him and that threw him for a loop. He racked his brain, trying to think of anything he might have said or done to upset you, but nothing came to mind. Perhaps you just weren’t a fan of his? Whatever it was, he was determined to figure it out.

One afternoon, he was coming back from lunch and he overheard you talking to someone in one of the studios. He lingered by the doorway, he knew eavesdropping was wrong, but he was desperate.

The conversation wasn’t much, you were just talking about a television show, but he heard the excitement in your voice and couldn’t help but smile. You sounded so cute. And then you laughed, and he could have died right there on the spot. You had an incredible laugh. He wanted to do anything to be the reason that beautiful sound came out of your mouth.

Harry was so distracted that he didn’t notice that you were coming out of the studio. You weren’t expecting anyone to be standing there, so you bumped right into him.

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry Harry.” Your eyes were wide with panic.

He put his hands on your shoulders to steady you. “Don’t be. That was on me. It’s what I get for zoning off in front of doors.” He chuckled.

You smiled politely and nodded at him. “Are you okay? Do you need anything?”

“I was actually hoping to talk–”

He was interrupted by the ring of your phone. You pulled it out of your pocket and saw your mother’s name flash across the screen. “Crap, I’m so sorry it’s my mom. Do you mind if I take this?”

“No, not at all. You should always take calls from your mum.”

“Right,” you scoff. “You’ve never talked to my mother.” You answer the phone, walking away quickly.

He noticed your posture stiffen when you answered, and he hoped everything was okay. Once you were out of sight, he left, returning to the studio. “Y/N is taking a phone call, she’ll be right back.”

When you finally returned, you apologized with a smile on your face, but Harry could see the sadness in your eyes. You took a seat at the computer, and he came up behind you, placing his hand softly on your back. You subconsciously relaxed into his touch.

“Is everything alright?” He asked.

You put on your best fake smile, which he immediately saw though. “Yeah, thanks.”

He wanted to press, but he knew it wasn’t the right time or place. He also wasn’t totally sure you even liked him.

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hedicate · 3 months

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Honestly I'm just going to leave this here because I know I'll literally never touch this app again after I delete it

I'm just going to drop the biggest rant I've ever dropped in my entire life right here right now cuz I'm not about to go out of my way to rant to someone I know doesn't care about me anymore and has already seemingly moved on with his life

You were not ready for a relationship and your behavior proved that to me, and so did deep thought and realization. Between the comparing my behavior to your exes all the way to hurting me to my core because of your outlashes on me. It was all too much for me and I hope to god you can heal from the things people have put you through before you put someone through the same thing you put me through. Does that make sense? I don't know.

I felt like after everything I did, all of the sacrifices I made it wasn't ever good enough for you. I felt like an animal in a cage being poked at by you and your friends, that no matter what I did to show you how much I love you and how much you could trust me, I will always be seen as the dirt under your shoe.

And when you were comfortable, this is when our 70%/30% effort problem began to happen. That's not being "comfortable", that's an unhealthy way of saying "alright guys! I don't want to participate anymore because I know he's just going to stay with me in the long run!"

If that's just "the way you are", I'm sorry but that's not a valid excuse for the way you treated me.

Things began to click for me after you told me, after five whole months, you haven't told me anything about yourself other than your trauma, I felt like I was talking to a complete and total stranger. Like I just told you everything about me, and you gave me a part of you that isn't even happening at this moment and you left it with me. Is that all you wanted? You wanted a place to dump your past off and leave it there?

The real cherry on top was you letting your ex REALLY affect the way you thought about me, letting him tell me off and disrespect me when you KNOW your own morals. I felt like I was in stocks, I felt like people were throwing tomatoes at me and laughing.

It's ALWAYS been me getting the backlash from you, and Mya, and Evan and everyone. You preach and preach on how it's both sides but I know you'll continue to validate your behavior and talk about me like I'm some sort of lesson to your friends, and not even the good kind. I know you enough to make something negative out of me because that's all you do, that's all you'll ever see me as.

That's not you piecing anything together in your head, that's not your automatic reaction. You'd repeat things over and over again because you ACTUALLY believed it, you were just too afraid to admit it to me because let me guess.. You were scared of me?

I sometimes wonder if we would've still been together if you hadn't let Evan come back, and the answer is no. That may be the only thing I'm thankful for, is for him making me realize that I could never be good enough for you no matter how much blood, sweat and tears I put into you. The fact that you could talk about him the way you spoke about me is heartbreaking and it says absolutely everything to me that needed to be said.

I hope you end up happy with Evan because we all know that you never even stopped loving him, you talk about him in ways that I've never seen you talk about anyone before including me. You act like I never loved you for you even though you never gave me the opportunity to, and you idolize him after I leave. You say you could never find the words to express your "love for me" but you seemed to find them perfectly for him and that makes everything crystal clear to me. YOU ARE IN LOVE WITH HIM, stop being in denial.

The COUNTLESS nights I've sobbed in my mother's arms, in my best friends arms over you because of the way you treated me. You made me feel worse about myself for even simply existing.

I admit I made mistakes in our relationship, plenty to count, but I always tried to fix my wrongdoing, even when I knew nothing would've changed the way you saw me.

I don't wish any ill will towards you or your friends, but you're dead to me. We are and never will be friends or acquaintances ever again and I won't ever reach out to you.

@notverytexanytexan

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bookshelf-dust · 9 months

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Sorry this is long ash lol just wanted you to know that you're not alone. Thats all I wanted when I was by myself.

Right. I never thought I'd open up about this lol, especially to a stranger online. But I get you… I'm a really skinny black male, and where I live, people look at me as if I'm anorexic or dying from disease or something, even when I clear it up that I'm not. I constantly have to deal with my relatives telling me about my body, and it's aggravating, cuz some of them are adults, so I'm kind of forced to respect them and take everything. And that hurts, because it's not as if I suddenly lost a lot of weight or anything. I've always been like this, have been to multiple doctors and many have commented on my body not being average.

Being a black male, everyone expects me to be all gangster and macho, and being in high school at the time, that really fucked with my already present insecurities. Not to mention I was in the closet and gay. So, everything was hell. So much so that I refused to go outside for anything aside from school. I used to get in to fights with my parents just because they would want me instead of my siblings to go to the shop right around the corner lol. I was so insecure that I would go into the bathroom or my room and hide from family members visiting. It didn't help that I was a lonely kid in school, and my parents were Christian and kind of the cause for what was happening to me, so I kind of had no one to turn too. That resulted in an extremely underage me going online and seeking validation from old disgusting perverts who had no qualms taking advantage of a child. Long story short, I ended up sending a whole lot of child porn nudes to people. That was until I went on grindr and lied to this one particular man. He called out my bs and gave me some advice. Told me to delete the app.

There is a lot to this day that I still struggle with, but after disregarding everyone and focusing primarily on me, I kind of got better. I dropped out of school for my mental health. My parents didn't agree with me. But they didn't understand when I said it was breaking me. That I couldn't take it anymore. So, I took matters into my own hands. They threatened to make me homeless, but I stood my ground, and I'm glad I did, cuz If I didn't... I don't think I'd be here today.

But anyways, as I was saying. It was hard, but I started focusing and lying to myself, till the lies eventually came true. Yes, I still have those days where things are shit, but I'm much better than before.

It took 2 years for me to reconstruct myself, and if it wasn't for Larry, Twiamz, Ravon, Stan(worldofxtra), Megan the stallion, Cardi, Nicki, cupcake, Ethan Jewel and etc. I probably wouldn't have made it lol.

Oh, and I know that you're wondering what the female rappers, and Ethan had to with this lol. Well, It's simple really. They taught me to love myself. To walk my body. They gave me confidence. And stan was like a free, personal therapist lol.

I can't tell you for sure that things will get better, but what I do want you to do is continue to fight. It's okay to feel how you feel and whine, but don't let it fully consume you. There is nothing wrong with going down. Sometimes things are just way beyond fixing. But u only get one life. So, fight like hell for it. Don't worry about the others. Fuck the others. Anybody can be the star when they wear confidence like their skin.

this is probably all over the place, but its raw lol and yes, I know, I say lol a lot😒I do it when I'm anxious.

you are such a sweetheart. i really appreciate you taking the time to say all of that to me and it means a lot that you felt comfortable enough to open up like that. i know it isn’t easy. and i’m really proud of you for getting through all of that, and i’m so glad that you’re feeling better. i’m glad that those people could help you too. i haven’t thought about some of them in a really long time. i’m glad that you can love yourself, because you deserve it. you always have deserved it and you always will. and i appreciate you being so raw with me. i understand about being anxious, and it means more than i could explain that you talked to me at all.

the thing with me though is that i’m just done. i don’t really have it in me to fight like other people do. i’m not sure what it is that i’d be fighting for. i’ve already let all of this consume me, and i know that’s probably disappointing to hear, but it’s true. this is all i think about. for awhile i tried to listen to other people, to people i know care about me, and think that things would get better. but i don’t believe it anymore. not even a little bit. i know that i only get one life, and i think i’m okay with that. i don’t really think there’s anything left for me. i’ve realized that i’m just not going to have what other people have. i won’t ever be this confident and happy person, and that’s okay. i don’t have it in me to keep going anymore. i don’t believe that good things will happen, that things will change or get better. that’s just who i am. i wish i felt differently, you know?

but it’s alright. i love you. thank you for being there for me. you are going to live a beautiful life. and i am grateful that you shared all of that with me <3

#bookshelf-dust

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organic-guacamole · 2 years

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HSMTMTS SEASON 3 EPISODE 7 REACTION

i just finished watching the paw patrol movie so at the end of this episode I can see how they compare 👯‍♀️

ooo a Maddox opening

why did they do that cut with EJ saying "I wish I could" to Gina. THERE IS A VALID EXPLANATION DONT DO HIM DIRTY

no one gonna mention how hot these campers all are? ummmm I'd be down for a shallow lake spin off because every camp I've been to cannot compare.

Ricky didn't finish the crust though🤨🤨

just when I thought they couldn't break ricky any more than they already have....

ASHLYN

wait her name is Valerie?

ASHLYN

she looks so happy and I'm happy eeeeeee

so was Maddox and Madison's thing why the rule was implemented? 👀

AWW JET

I don't understand why Maddox couldn't go with Jet to talk, like now these kids are outside in their dressing gowns and she's fully dressed 🚶🏽‍♀️

"you can come out now"

"no I already did that"

cOMEDY IM WHEEZING

oo JoJo Siwa *acts shocked like I didn't know she'd be in this 2 months ago*

this episode is something omg

"I want David Bowie not Rupaul"

"I have never shown this much cleavage"

who's writing the scripts and when can I meet them

2 things: love the running joke of making assumptions on the theme and LOVE Carlos in headbands thank you stylists.

no because I like Jet but why would inviting an ex with no warning be good. also MADISON YOU BROKE UP WITH HER. YOU KNOW HOW SHE FELT(probably) WHY DID YOU AGREE.

I can't stand the way everyone's getting upset with EJ for working. they are literally at a party and he has no choice but to perfect the musical. like, ???

"yes, sir" I do not understand.

brother stop gawking at the man's girlfriend please.

Richard I like you too but if you don't stop rn I will give a standing ovation when EJ drop kicks you out the window.

this MadMad scene is nice and all but I can't say anything funny about it, nor do I have enough history of their trauma to talk about it so: they're sweet. I love them now. the end.

OMG AWW Carlos and Ashlyn needs to be a friendship we see more though

wait wait wait is EJ gonna bring seb? cuz....I would very much like that...

I like seeing EJ be meaningful and considerate, which feels weird to say.

NVM SEB'S HERE IDK HOW BUT YES

DUDE A SECOND SEBLOS KISS

SEB SBE SBEBSHAKA

HE DRESSED LIKE HE'S IN HIS 70'S I LOVE SEB I MISSED SEB

EJ babe you're hurting me

but also they did have less than 2 weeks to learn the lines so

Maddox telling her whole life story one stage is such a Disney movie thing. I love it.

SEBLOS HAS A SONG YAY

THIS IS SO CUTE I love the sibling storyline surprisingly

Saylor is so pretty.

no but like I just realized, no one here knows Seb except for the wildcats, how weird is this for them to see a random 15 year old on your stage.

ftr, I'm not entirely against Rina objectively. I just HATE how they're trying to make it happen.

EJ's trying, so hard. like I'm sure I can see grey hairs showing up on his head because of all this stress he's under.

aw he even wants to play a song so they can have their dance

since when is a summer 14 days long ?🤔🤔🤔

this thing Gina keeps going back to, "were having different summers"... I have something to say but I'll make a separate post for that. maybe. depends on how badly I want to be ripped into by fans ig.

the way they all use metaphors and weird wording for break ups in shows has always been funny for me. is is just me or does literally no one say "solo" in normal speech...

NO I ABSOLUTELY HATE HOW HE JUST ACCEPTED THAT WITH A NOD AND A SMILE BRO WHO HURT YOU

Cash Caswell

Unnamed mother Caswell

Unrealistic societal expectations due to his family

Nini Salazar-Roberts

Richard Bowen

His own mentality which has been programmed to believe he has to be more than he is to matter

right, nevermind.

AW I LOVE SEB HIS TIMING IS SO AMAZING AND HE'S JUST IN SHOCK OVER EJ'S NAME WHY DO I ALWAYS USE CAPS WHEN TALKING ABOUT SEB? HE DOES SOMETHING TO ME I SWEAR

not Richard Bowen telling a stranger about his own show, High School Musical: The Musical: The Series, now streaming on Disney plus 🤨🤨🤨

why did Gina walk in between the people's conversation? legit just step around them

her crying makes my heart hurt.

AH THERE'S KOURTNEY FINALLY

I'm actually crying. this scene with all the girls is probably the best one all season. there's depth, emotions, love, an amazing song, Maddox fitting in with them and just the most beautiful and interesting storylines and characters coming together.

Dara Renée deserves an award for this.

THE BOYS OMG THIS IS SO MUCH MY TEAR DUCTS ARE IN OVERDRIVE

someone added that guys water scene self indulgently I think

"I was born to be brave" the callbackkkk

"Bro" coupled with the high note can we actually not do this to me? you know how I feel about the "bro" since last season

the timing of Ashlyn walking by when Maddox and EJ are talking, man I love this show.

How did Val find that out though.

anyways the finale will be fun...

#hsmtmts #hsmtmts s3 #hsmtmts season 3 #ej caswell #ricky bowen #gina porter #carlos rodriguez #seb matthew smith #i missed using that tag #kourtney greene #ashlyn caswell #maddox hsmtmts #jet hsmtmts

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moonseonghwa · 3 years

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Jealousy, Jealousy - Lee Minho

Wanting to free yourself from Minho's grasp wasn't as easy as you thought. Especially when he was there ready to claim exactly what was his, and maybe your inner self didn't want to get out of his hold.

word count: 2,1k

warnings: hard dom!minho, fuck buddys, jealousy, degradation kink, hair pulling, overstimulation, unprotected sex, fingering, hickeys, cursing and fluff at the end cuz why not.

side note: i am in love with this.

𝗦𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆 𝗸𝗶𝗱𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁:

Psychopathic.

That's what he was and that's exactly the reason why i hate myself for thinking about him so much. It feels like every time i tell myself how much i hate him, his eyes interlock with mine and i feel the nervousness grow in me once again. He had that effect on me and it drove me crazy to think that he'll realize the power he has over me.

He knows i'm mad. Why hasn't he asked me why yet? Why doesn't he care? Why do i care?

I should've seen right through his actions the day that he asked me how far i've ever went with a boy. I should've seen right through him when he asked me if i catch feelings fast or not. That he kept talking to me because i said i don't.

But he keeps pulling me back like a curse, and i keep accepting it.

'What are we?''

The question that kept being repeated over and over. Though answers never came.

Everytime i would try to get to know him more, it felt like he trapped me with his own questions instead. Everytime i'd try, it ended up with me under him.

I was done and the only way i could leave his grip was to hook up with someone else. Someone who i know would never satisfy me like Minho did. As a matter of fact nobody could, because Minho was like a drug. Once you become addicted you could never stop.

The current guy that was talking to me was handsome. He seemed wealthy, like he has enough power to control people around the way he wanted to. I despised these kind of people, until Minho came and certainly proved me very much wrong.

I learned the guy's name was Chan.

Bang Chan.

His hand was on my thigh and his right arm on the back of my bar stool as we were consumed in a conversation about our favorite liquor. Boring as some might say, but i was amused by Chan and the little jokes he made in between them. I was so immersed in the conversation that i didn't see that particular young man enter.

My presence didn't go unnoticed by him. His jaw clenched slightly seeing me so close to some other guy. His nails digging crescents in his palms, that was until his friend Jisung pulled him towards the bar. Towards you, the girl that made him weak. He was always sure to never fall in love, but you proved him different. The only way to keep those feelings to himself was to keep the relationship between you two merely physical. To lie to himself that he wasn't in love with you became harder every time he saw you.

He took his seat next to you two, trying to make as much noise to get your attention.

You knew he was there, because of the cologne which you were mesmerized by. You heard the chuckle that left his lips igniting a fire in your low abdomen, but you couldn't give in again. So you did what you thought was smart.

You leaned in closer to Chan, lips inches away from each other, surprising him. Until Chan did something you didn't calculate. He closed the gap, lips moving against yours in a slow pace. You were taken aback by the action, but you knew better than to pull away. So you kissed him back, releasing all your stress against Chan's soft lips.

''Y/n!'' You heard from behind you ''is that you?'' Jisung exclaimed

Checkmate.

Chan pulled away to check on the stranger that interrupted his chance to get some tonight. Eyebrows furrowing as he looked back at you, nodding his head towards the two insanely attractive guys behind you.

You sighed and turned around to greet them with the biggest fake smile plastered across your face. Anger forming in your eyes as yours met Minho's raging ones. He just continued staring you down, his fingers twirling the glass of liquor in his hand.

''So it is you'' he sneered ''See, i thought you would call me after the things we did yesterday, but i guess you already found someone else to fuck''

I felt Chan behind me back up slowly. Anger started to boil inside me.

The way that psycho had the audacity to say something like that, knowing exactly what the fuck he was doing, increased my anger even more.

''We need to talk'' i hissed, clutching my hand around Minho’s wrist and pulling him from the stool.

He just smirked at a cock blocked looking Chan, mouthing him a quick ''she's fucking mine''

''What the hell do you think you're doing?'' I snapped at him, pushing his chest against the nearest wall when we got to a empty corridor in the club filled with purple and red led lights, adding even more to the already set tension between the two of us

''just trying to claim what's mine'' He smirked making me even more pissed off.

''I'm not fucking yours, i wasn't yours and i will definitely never be'' i pushed him harder, my hands turning into fists as i suppressed the urge to punch him right across his smug looking face. The heat in my core making me even more mad.

Something in him snapped as he swiftly turned us around, pushing me against the wall instead. He grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head.

''Quit the attitude, slut'' he spat back at me ''you will always drop down on your knees for me, don't lie to yourself'' he said as his hand went under my dress. He patted two fingers on my core, feeling the wetness making me gasp softly ''see?'' He grabbed my waist and pulled me away.

''What are you doing-'' i said, pulling my wrist back, intentionally not using enough power to actually get out of his grasp.

''shut the fuck up'' He sneered back at me, turning me on even more.

He took me towards his car, pushing me in the passenger's seat. The scent of him completely taking over my senses.

The whole car ride was silent, the car filled with sexual tension and anger from both sides. When we finally got to his apartment he had his lips on mine in no time making me moan slightly in his mouth. Minho's hands went in my hair tugging on it as he guided me towards his bedroom, the fancy house of his never failing to amaze me.

He threw me on the bed, wasting no time to pull off my dress.

''Minho!'' i shrieked as he ripped off my panties, leaving me bare underneath him.

He opened one of the drawers of his bedside table and took out a silk scarf. He wrapped it around my head, blocking my sight. I then heard him take off his belt, grabbing my wrists and tying them behind my back with the makeshift handcuffs.

''Color?'' he said, worry slightly taking over his tone. This part of him being exactly what pulled me back everytime, how he showed me he did care.

''Green'' i said arching my back, desperate for his touch.

''Good girl'' he remarked, his hand going around my waist to shove me further on the bed ''i'm gonna show you exactly who you belong to''

His full lips made contact with mine, just for a split second making me chase after them immediately. He just chuckled, muttering a small ''pathetic'' before he made his way down kissing my neck, sucking harshly to create the purple marks he loved seeing on me.

His favorite thing was so mark me as his, to show everyone i was taken by him.

I rubbed my legs together for some kind of friction, until i felt his cold hand graze between them. His hand ghosted my core making me whine out in annoyance.

''Minho, please'' i pleaded to which he just chuckled.

''What do you want me to do, baby?'' his breath fanned over my neck

''i want you... i want you to make me cum'' i stammered before one of his fingers entered me without a warning making me yelp.

His lips made their way to the valley of my breasts, down to my stomach. Entering another finger, watching my face in amusement as he scissored his fingers inside of me. His lips kissed down on the bundle of nerves making me moan out loud.

Feeling the high approaching, it felt like i was almost ripping the belt open with my wrist. I cried out when his mouth started devouring my slit, his fingers never stopping their movements. The build up pressure from earlier coming back to my core, adding to the pleasure.

''Minho i'm going to cum'' I whined even more ''please don't stop'' i moaned to which he kept suspiciously quiet. My insides twirled as i clenched around his fingers, squirming around to keep some composure as i was going crazy because of all the pleasure.

''i'm gonna-'' my voice broke as i came around his fingers, i arched my back off the bed releasing a loud moan.

Minho kept going though, not having any plans of stopping and driving me to overstimulation. I tried to pull away from his hand but his strong arms pulled me back down. Soon after the pleasure came back, i threw my head back because of the overwhelming feeling.

''come on baby, you can take one more'' he said hovering over you once again, his thumb rubbing your swollen clit as his other hands were busy feeling your insides ''cum all on my fingers'' he groaned making the pleasure intensify

''Minho I-'' a loud moan left my lips once again as i felt my second orgasm washing over me.

Too fast, too much.

Opening my mouth wide as a silent scream left my lips. The exhaustion taking over when his hands left.

I heard him take of his clothes, before he opened the condom package he spoke up ''Color?''

''Green'' i groaned out, the urge of feeling him inside taking over.

His hands went around my waist behind my back, taking off the belt to free my wrists, kissing them both before grabbing my hips. My hands immediately going around his neck to pull him closer.

He took of the blindfold, my eyes needing a few seconds to adjust to the light. His fingers formed circles on my hips as his tip entered me. His eyes looking directly into mine as he bottomed out completely, filling me up to the brim. A groan left his lips, feeling the wetness combined with my tight walls.

My hands went to his shoulders, digging my nails into him as he started to move inside me. His lips finding mine in a messy kiss. The room filled with moans and wet sounds. One of my hand fell down next to my head, and his hand came to intertwine his fingers with mine, making me surprised. This was the first time he initiated something like eye contact or holding hands.

He started pounding into me faster, making me yell out. the bed moving against the wall with every thrust.

''i'm not gonna last any longer'' he grunted in my ear, his other hand finding it's way to my clit to make me come once more, and it was definitely working as i felt the knot form in my lower stomach. ''look at you, taking me so fucking well'' he said keeping eye contact, the words that came out of him and the intensity from the previous high drove me further to the edge.

''Come with me, show me how good you are'' he said making you cry out in pleasure. He kissed you once again when the knot snapped for the third time this night. This time clenching extra hard around him as he came too, spilling his release in the condom.

He dropped down on you softly, kissing your cheek. You could barely keep your eyes open after the mind numbing sex you two just had.

''You did so good, baby'' he whispered kissing my earlobe before pulling out to throw away the condom. There it was, the end. He would leave now again, and tomorrow you guys will pretend it never happened once again. That's how it always goes after a fuck session.

To your surprise, he dropped on the bed beside you, taking your fucked out body in his arms.

''Y/n?'' he asked making you open your eyes slightly to look at him ''can i stay for the night?''

''mhm, why?'' you whispered softly making his heart ache by how adorable you looked in his arms.

''I think we need to talk about our feelings'' he said in a low tone

''tomorrow'' you shushed him ''let's sleep for now''

He kissed your forehead before also closing his eyes, and you hoped that when you woke up he would be next to you. For the first time.

You were in love with Lee Minho, and it felt like he was in love with you just as much.

#stray kids imagines #stray kids smut #stray kids fluff #dom!minho #leeknow smut #lee know angst #lee know fluff #minho smut #minho fluff

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werewolf-witchboy · 3 years

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Tokoyami X Cat Boy Reader

You having a cat related quirk, and dating Tokoyami

WARNING: hybrid stuff, but it stays sfw

(sorry for writing another Tokoyami thing already instead of something else, I just really love him and I've been wanting more content about him lately ಥ⌣ಥ)

Your quirk is literally just called "Cat Boy." You have cat ears and a tail, and you have cat-like tendencies.

🐾 Nobody expected the cat boy and the bird boy to end up together. Yet y'all are the cutest couple in the whole class.

😸 It's a stereotype for birds (or small animals in general) to be scared of cats, and for cats to prey on them.

-The two of you are more human than animal though, so you both get kinda peeved when people start going on about that...

-Cuz trust me, a lot of strangers have felt the need to try and explain that to you when they see you in public together.

🐾 Tokoyami is such a gentleman.

-He knows that you hate the rain, so he'll let you hide under his cape until the two of you are in a dry area.

-He gently moves your tail for you if it looks like it's gonna get caught somewhere.

-He's extra careful not to step on, or sit on, your tail. He'd never forgive himself if he did honestly.

-He doesn't mind your claws, when you don't realize they're out. Even if they hurt, he'll put up with it so you don't feel bad.

-He doesn't tease you for doing basic cat things, which you're always insecure about.

😽 You have a bad habit of accidentally falling asleep on Tokoyami.

-It's just so comfy snuggled up against his shoulder or on his lap, and surrounded by his scent and presence.

-You never realize it when you pass out.

-He lets you snooze tho. He'd never wake you from your cat naps, cuz you're so adorable.

-Sometimes you start purring in your sleep if he scratches your ears. 🥺

🐾 You like to scent Tokoyami, but you're always too shy to ask if that's okay.

-He can normally tell when you're too shy to ask, so he'll nonchalantly wrap his arms around you and bring you closer, knowing what you want.

-You always scent him by snuggling up close to him, and rubbing your face all over him until he smells like you.

-If you're feeling extra protective or needy, he'll wear one of your hoodies for a whole day. That always scents him good.

😸 Tokoyami loves it so much when you purrrrr!!!

-The easiest way to make you purr is to scratch your ears of course.

-He mostly loves it when you start purring because your proud of him. Like if he worked extra hard on something important, maybe you helped him too, and then its finally finished and turned out amazing. You'll start purring in joy, and he just wants to combust because of how adorable he thinks you are.

-You also purr if he kisses you. Normally youre the one to initiate or give kisses, but when it's Tokoyami giving the kisses, you'll purr so loudly. It makes him flustered, but you always continue to kiss him even more now that you're riled up and purring like crazy.

🐾 Yes, you really like string, and yarn, and laser light toys.

-It's embarrassing for you, when you see a moving light and want to chase it, then quickly realize people are watching.

-You get very insecure of the cat side of your personality.

-Tokoyami always makes sure to express how much he loves all of you, even your cat traits.

-When you suddenly run off to chase after a butterfly he'll smile and watch you from afar, and sometimes he'll follow you and chase it too.

-He's honestly not very interested chasing butterflies or moving laser lights, but it's fun running off into the wild with you. He likes it when you act like yourself, no matter how silly. He'll join you so that you don't feel alone.

😽 Dark Shadow loves you too.

-He'll tease you by giving your tail a lil tug, then quickly disappearing. Tokoyami would be doing homework or something, so you wouldn't think it was him either.

-Then he'll come back and lightly flick your ear, then disappear again.

-You catch him right before he can tug your tail or flick you again, then playfully chase him away, while Tokoyami watches the cute interaction from the corner of his eye.

🐾 So yeah, uwu cat boi and birb boi.

-Bestest couple, super adorable.

-All of your friends uwu when they see y'all together, you guys are known to be the cute sweet soft couple, despite Tokoyami being dark and edgy.

-Some of your friends probably squeal when they see you do something very small, like quickly kiss Tokoyami's beak before running off to go do something.

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asmo-ds · 3 years

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I've had this thought in my head for awhile, but does God know mc is the descent of Lilith?? Lilith was supposed to be killed but was secretly reincarnated by Diavolo. What if he finds out and kills mc because as far as he's concerned, they shouldn't exist? Can I request some hcs of how the demon brothers and undateables would react to this happening? If not, I understand! >.< Thank you!! ❤️❤️

When God kills MC for being Lilith’s descendant

WARNINGS: Blood, death, depression, anger, war, Simeon dies in one of them

- If anyone mentioned MC he’d be gripping them by the throat begging them with tears in his eyes to never speak their name in front of him again

- He doesn’t want them to say it because of his pride. He knows he’ll cry hearing their name and he’d get flashbacks to Michael standing over MC’s bleeding body as they cried Lucifer’s name, hopeful that he’d be able to save them.

- He wasn’t able to save them despite being right there, he was being held back by some angels and was fighting them at that moment, but even after he killed those angels and Michael, he got to their side too late, their eyes empty and skin still warm, but getting colder as the seconds pass.

- He’d scream and cry so loud the entire Devildom would hear, and he wouldn’t care, no matter how much pride he held, he was torn to pieces and felt lost the second their soul left their frail human body

- He and Diavolo immediately agree that God needs to feel the same pain he’d put all the brothers through twice

- They go to the celestial realm and attack a bunch of Archangels

- His anger from losing both his sister and his lover will be terrifying and is enough to bring God to his knees

- “I won’t let you touch anybody else. I won’t let you tear my family apart more than you have!”

- If he does not kill God, he definitely leaves him shaking in his boots,

- He will use all his strength to kill as many Archangels as possible, so his father would feel the same loss he’d felt.

- He’d leave God wounded but make him have to helplessly watch his children and friends die horrid deaths before his very eyes, just like Lucifer had to do with Lilith and MC, still alive, but left empty and helpless.

- His mourning process after the rage would basically be over working himself, bringing his mind to anything but the dear human he’d lost

- Watching his former brothers impale MC’s chest with a sword was not something he was ready to see.

- He hated every second of holding them in their last moments, he thought he wouldn’t have to watch them die in agony like he did when they let Belphie out of the attic

- It happened when he looked away, an angel suddenly appeared in front of MC and immediately had the blade in them

- He blames Lucifer for a while.

- Because of him, everyone found out the truth about Lilith and it got back to God and if Lucifer had just allowed Belphie to stay out of the attic to live with the exchange student like the rest of them they would never have died either of their deaths

- Blames himself a lot as well, he is supposed to be fast. That’s his thing, is being fast. But he wasn’t fast enough to save them from their killer.

- Distracts himself with drinking and gambling his life away

- One night he gets unbearably mad and intoxicated, which leads to him sneaking into the Demon Lord’s castle and using a gate to the celestial realm.

- When he’s there he books it to the throne of his father, begging him to at least tell him if MC was in heaven or hell before he sent him back down there.

- Hearing that they went to neither and God had simply wiped them and their soul from existence was what finally got to him

-He lunged at him but was stopped by Diavolo who had followed him there and apologized to God for letting him through.

- “YOU’VE TAKEN EVERYTHING FROM ME YOU SON OF A BITCH, YOU DON’T DESERVE TO RULE THIS UNIVERSE, ONE DAY I KNOW LUCIFER WILL RETURN TO BEHEAD YOU IN FRONT OF THE REST OF YOUR PRECIOUS ANGELS”

- His ranting kind of caught everyone off guard but they wouldn’t be able to stare in shock for long as Diavolo dragged him through the gate, bringing him to the dungeon where he would stay until Lucifer could hopefully talk some sense into him

- Why? Why did he have to tell MC to go shopping themselves, why didn’t he just go with them.

- When they used his pact mark a second too late, he arrived to their bloody beaten body, nearly lifeless eyes turning hopeful for their last moment of life as they saw Leviathan

- He turns just in time to see an angel booking it towards a portal, but he is too concerned with saving MC to actually chase their killer.

- He turned back to them and lifted their unconscious body off the Devildom soil, sprinting as fast as possible screaming for help

- When he arrived at the Demon Lord’s castle begging Diavolo to save them he was too late, somewhere along the way their heart had stopped and they died looking up at their yucky otaku boyfriend trying so hard to save them from a hopeless battle with a small smile.

- He locks himself in his room, not even coming out to eat meals.

- When Lucifer finally had enough of Levi starving himself, he opened the door with the master key and found his pale younger brother, in his bed sleeping, but under the blankets he guess Levi had lost too much weight.

- He also took notice of his lack of anime figurines and video games, looking to see them in the trash.

- Levi is quick to get mad at Lucifer but when Lucifer just holds him and pats his younger brother’s hair, he breaks down full on sobbing and snot getting all over Lucifer’s coat, which he cringed at a little but dealt with it for the boy’s sake.

- He wouldn’t go to God like the previous two, he’d just murder anyone who mentioned him or his angels

- He ends up giving away his fish too, convinced that he wasn’t allowed to have loved ones because no matter how hard he tried to save them he never could. First his baby sister and now the love of his life.

- Oh poor Satan, he had worked so so hard to get his temper under control, but watching an angel slit MC’s throat in front of his very eyes erased all the control he had within him and he immediately gutted the angel, within the blink of an eye they were just as dead as MC

- He called Lucifer begging for help, even though they both knew he was much too late and MC had bled out and died quickly.

- He held them until Lucifer and some of the other brothers had to pry his arms off of them.

- After seeing them taken away to be put in a casket and buried in the human world with their family, he filled with rage and grief all at once, from the top of his head all the way to his toes he was radiating wrath and he went on a rampage, killing demons left and right

- He wasn’t able to think clearly until a voice in the back of his head reminded him of the human and how they always helped everyone no matter their species.

- He stopped killing then, not wanting MC’s spirit to be upset with him more than they already should be.

- He, like Lucifer, distracts himself so that he can’t think of MC as much and be hurt by the images that lived in his head forever

- Whenever a book described a character similar to MC he’d tear every page, ripping it to shreds

- He’d lost almost half of his book collection in only a month because he managed to see MC in everything.

- Blames himself and tries to get to the Celestial Realm but is stopped by Diavolo and Lucifer

- After he had been in his room for about a week or so with no sign of even moving from his bed, Lucifer let himself in which pissed of the avatar of wrath

- Lucifer said nothing but looked in his eyes before simply saying the blonds name, before hugging him

- For the first time since he was a young boy, Satan let Lucifer hold him as he wailed and sobbed, venting and letting his eldest brother guide him through it all

- Why did he let MC storm off when he was letting that succubus flirt with him?

- If he had just told to succubus to go away cuz he was with MC they’d still be alive, they wouldn’t have died in such a painful way.

- When he heard a scream he turned around and froze as he saw MC, sword entering their chest and exiting between their shoulder blades

- He panicked and rushed to them, looking the angel responsible in the eyes so he could have him wait for when Asmodeus felt ready to kill him

- When MC gave him a soft smile and touched his cheek with their bloody hand, he held it against his face and cried screaming for help and texting and calling Lucifer like crazy

- When he felt their hand go limp he stopped everything

- He looked down and saw their once lively eyes looking at the sky above them, with no soul behind them, just an empty shell of the only person to ever fall in love with him for reasons other than sex, money, and power.

- He couldn’t look away, he just stared at them in silence, tears rolling down his cheeks as Lucifer and Diavolo arrived, both gasping as they saw Asmodeus covered in MC’s blood.

- Asmodeus dropped his skin care routines, rivaling Belphie’s title as the avatar of sloth as he slept day and night, no longer wanting to be awake with MC

- Why did his father have to take away the one wholesome thing he had? Why was his father so desperate to ruin things for his six surviving sons and Satan

- One day he suddenly jumps back into his old self, smiling and flirting like nothing was wrong, but everyone knew he was still completely broken up inside

- He brings home a new partner every night, each one resembling MC in some way shape or form, because he knows he can’t have them anymore, but he doesn’t want to think about that

- He just wants to embrace his sins and distract himself from any lingering thoughts of MC with strangers

- How could be be so reckless? He knows he shouldn’t leave MC alone in public places but when he saw a hotdog cart he couldn’t help but dash for it with all his speed

- As he was ordering everything the cart had he heard screams behind him

- He looked back and felt his blood run cold as he saw MC’s body on the ground, blood pouring out of their neck and an angel covered in blood flying away

- That angel would get his punishment later, right now he has to tend to MC

- He desperately tries to get them to respond to him, the only response he ever receives is MC’s final gurgled breaths, as they looked at him with terror in their eyes that slowly disappeared as their body shut down, unable to keep going

- and he roared, demon form coming out at he flew off into the sky, chasing the angel that was considerably slower than him

- When he reached them he bit into their shoulder before devouring them completely, making sure they suffered ten times as much as MC had in their final moments

- Without a second thought he flies towards the Demon Lords castle in a rage

- As he knocks down the doors he manages to knock out several guards who were watching the castle diligently as Diavolo and Barbatos had immediately left to go find MC and Beel

- Beel went to the Portals that allowed them to travel between realms, and charged into the Celestial realm, killing multiple angels on his way to God

- He wasn’t going to go down without a fight. Just because he rules over the entire universe doesn’t mean he can take everything away from Beel. He can’t keep losing the most important people in his life, it wasn’t fair

- When he fought his way into God’s throne room, facing him for the first time in several millennia he raged immediately pouncing at his father only to be struck down.

- The fight kept going until Diavolo and Lucifer had arrived to take the giant redhead back to the Devildom, Lucifer nearly killing God himself when he saw how hurt his younger brother was.

- He refuses to eat for a very long time, feeling he deserved to be in pain because he was the reason behind both Lilith and MC’s gruesome deaths

- He only eats when it starts to hurt Belphie a lot as well, but he hates it, he feels unworthy

(Simeon Simps beware)

- He wishes he could unhear it. The sound of MC beside him in bed, screaming as a sword entered their chest, gasping for air but failing to find it.

- Why didn’t he wake up to the intruder? How could he just let an angel deliver MC the same fate they had nearly recieved by himself.

- He didn’t chase after the intruder, instead screaming for his brothers’ help, staying with MC comforting them and trying to urge them to keep breathing.

- “Belphie,” “Mc, save your breath you’ll be okay I promise!” “I’m sleepy, Belphie....I’m.. Gonna nap here with you,”

- He stared at them like they were crazy, but deep down he knew this was their way of having one last happy moment with him. He nodded and held them, avoiding the area where the wound was and crying as he held onto them, feeling the last of their breaths and the life leave their body

- He turned into his demon form. He sees it now

- He shouldn’t have been hating humans, no, they weren’t to blame at all.

- It was the angels, they were the ones who kept taking away his loved ones. They were the ones who needed to pay.

- When everybody had gathered in the room, mourning MC’s departure, Belphie looked up and saw Simeon crying while trying to push Luke away from the bloody scene

- Belphie lunged at Simeon pushing him down before reaching his claws into the Angel’s throat, ripping it out as Luke and the others watched in terror

- Diavolo locked Belphie away for killing the angel and Belphie felt not an ounce of regret.

- Now father will feel the pain of losing someone so special, since he knew Simeon was one of his favorite angels

- Whichever guard allowed an angel to sneak by with a weapon is to be beheaded

- This was supposed to be a nice elegant ball with MC as the prince’s date

- But he turned to face a noble man to talk for a moment when he felt MC grip suddenly tighten harshly on his hand, and when he turned he was mortified to see a knife in their chest and an angel fleeing as quickly as possible

- Diavolo goes on a rampage, chasing the angel before ripping his head off with his bare hands

- He held MC’s body and cried for hours, begging Barbatos to bring them back in time again to save themselves once more from the cruel death they’d been forced to have

- He decided to hell with the Celestial realm, only the humans and Devildom shall be united, God had taken things too far with MC’s death

- He sent troops to the celestial realm and offered the seven demon brothers a second chance at taking down their dad, but with him and his army on their side this time

- When he does eventually rampage his way to god the battle is intense and nearly destroys all three realms, Diavolo was desperate to avenge MC and came very close to killing god with his bare hands

- He had done so much to prevent this. He’d known this future was a possibility so he tried to stop it from becoming the reality he’d lived in

- Where did he mess up? Why was MC’s throat slit right before his eyes?

- His usual poker face or sly smirk was nowhere to be seen as he cried on Diavolo’s shoulder, and Diavolo was happy that Barbatos allowed himself to be vulnerable with him, but saddened to see what had caused it

- Barbatos constantly blames himself, and whenever anyone suggest traveling to an alternate universe where they survived, he’d say no because that wasn’t his MC and he didn’t want to take them away from their version of him

- He never was vulnerable around anyone ever again

- He also nearly scrubbed every inch of the castle into oblivion, trying so hard to distract himself with cleaning, but no amount of chores could keep his mind away from MC

- When Diavolo suggests that they go to war with the Celestial realm, Barbatos is quick to agree.

- “I’m right behind you my lord, I trust you to guide us to victory,”

- When fighting he came face to face with the angel responsible for killing MC and he made his death slow and painful and forced him to watch his friends and family get slaughtered by the Devildom troops

- No no no

- Surely he had a pact with someone who could fix this

- He is panicking and can’t think of a single demon that could heal a wound as big as MC’s

- He’s sobbing and holding them, wailing and mourning the loss of the only other human to understand and love him

- He was angry, but he knew he couldn’t take on God

- He was moved into the house of lamentation because his anger towards the Celestial realm put the exchange angels in danger

- Asmo ends up trying to cheer him up, trying desperately to get his best friend and pact holder back

- He ends up researching spells to revive them, to no avail

- But he never gives up and Asmodeus and Satan remind him that MC wouldn’t want him to be acting this irrational and wouldn’t want to be revived for a second time

- He eventual realizes all that and gives up his search and just lets himself be sad

- Why? Why would he do this.

- He cries, desperate to find reason in God’s action, very focused on keeping his status as an angel and not fall

- But back in the Celestial Realm, Michael brings up MC’s assassination and Simeon loses all composure and tries to kill Michael, angry that he ever trusted him so much

- MC was an innocent human with no control over their lineage, they were happy, they had hope and were going to do great things, so why?

- Why did God kill an innocent human? He does not understand

- As the battle between Simeon and Michael comes to an end, Simeon is pushed out of the Celestial realm

- His wings blackening, horns sprouting from underneath his shattering halo, teeth growing sharp and the aura surrounding him becoming demonic

- He fell from grace

- He lives with the brothers for the rest of eternity, all mourning MC occasionally and making up ideas on how they could finally bring justice to MC and Lilith’s names

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me luficer #obey me hc #obey me hcs #obey me angst hc #obey me headcanons #obey me headcannon #om! headcanons #obey me headcannons #om! headcannon

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taegularities · 3 years

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Hey could I get situation 11+ 15? For jungkook and reader where jungkook gets jealous and it's playful and cute and the reader teases him but then he gets pouty and possessive😅

By the way, love you, you are super talented! 😘😘 you were the first person I sent a request to and you replied with such a beautiful drabble. Since then I've been obsessed with sending requests😅💜

nonnie!! i’m so happy i helped you discover your love for drabbles! really hope you’re enjoying everything people write for you! and thank you so much, I LOVE YOU TOO!! 💕 ALSO, MAN I MIGHT JUST TURN THIS LIL SCENE INTO A FULL-FLEDGED FIC, I LOVE THE IDEA!!!

also, i added a dialogue, too and made jk less possessive, cuz that wouldn’t make sense in that scenario :’D

Soulmates AU + Someone is jealous/hurt + “If you think I don’t feel anything for you, then you’re more stupid than I thought.” - Jungkook x female reader

Wc: around 790

no more drabble game requests, please! if you’d still like to send me normal requests, you can, but i will probably post them delayed/when i find the time! <3

In a world like yours, falling for someone almost felt like a sin, given the fact that destiny decided everything the moment you were born. You knew that most of your college friends had always tried to avoid intense feelings, rather settling on having fun nights with strangers before waking up alone the next morning again.

Your problem was that you’d always been in love with Jungkook, your childhood friend, and no matter how much you’d tried to suppress your feelings, distracted yourself with the volatile touches of one-night-lovers, you’d found that there was no possible way to ever unlove him. And turning twenty and seeing the soulmate aura that Jungkook was wrapped in, hadn’t helped much.

In fact, it saddened you even more, the lovesickness burning in your stomach every time you saw him after your birthday. Jungkook was only a few weeks younger than you and still had to become of age to be able to see the aura and find that person for him - the one that he’d look at and immediately know; know, because of the unmistakable soft colours that’d surround them, ultimately showing him who he belonged to.

Whatever universal law had invented this phenomenon, you hated it - if it would’ve just been restricted to two people. But no, unfortunately, there were always multiple people that one could be compatible with - and if Jungkook was to choose someone over you, you weren’t sure you could take it.

So, in that sense, you were fairly nervous when you met him on the day of his birthday, having agreed to do something fun together - and your heart was beating in your throat when you saw him approach you, his initial smile fading into an expression that almost looked like disbelief, melancholy.

You hugged him tightly, wishing him the best for the upcoming year when he pulled you away from him again, eyeing your figure as if he was seeing you for the first time. “Y/N… did you,” he started, gulping, your eyes falling on his Adam’s apple, “you’re twenty already and never told me if you 've found your soulmate yet.”

Your heart dropped, feeling the same unsettling anxiety that you’d first encountered weeks ago, on your birthday. “Jungkook, the world is huge. Finding someone this fast might not be so-”

“So you didn’t?” He looked at you intensely, making it so hard for you to actually lie to him effectively. Damn his bambi eyes. “Be honest, please.”

You sighed deeply, carefully bringing a hand to his chest to run along the folds of his black shirt. “I did.” Your gaze shifted until you met his, the impatience written in his face.

He let you go slowly, his expression becoming sad as he started pouting. “Who is he?”

His reaction surprised you. You wouldn’t have thought that he’d get flustered at that question, but you averted his gaze, trying not to smile as you answered. “He’s... someone from college.”

“Oh? Do I know him?”

“I think you do,” you said, looking at him as he nodded, his fingers brushing through his soft hair. “Is that a problem, Jungkook?”

He inhaled deeply, gathering all his courage to formulate the next sentence. “Well, mine is... you,” he finally breathed, “and I kinda hoped it would be mutual.”

It was you. “You did? Why so?”

“I don’t know, I- kinda have been hoping that for years now.”

You leaned in closer again, biting your lips. “What if I told you it’s you?”

You wrapped your arms around him, but he didn’t respond, only looked at you in confusion and anticipation. “Are you lying? Teasing me? It’s not funny, Y/N.”

His pouting made you laugh and you intertwined your fingers behind his back. “It’s you.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened, clearly surprised at your answer, but somehow satisfied - relieved? - nonetheless. His arms came up to hold you, and you felt his chest rise and fall faster against you before a smile appeared on his face. “Always a tease,” he finally breathed.

The fact that this whole thing excited him so much made you feel hopeful and warm, and his grip on you tightening had your insides churning. You shot him a questioning look, almost as if asking him where that left you both. With how you’d been since your childhood, you hadn’t reckoned that he’d feel what you felt - for you, it always seemed like he saw you on a painful sibling level, especially after laughing at everyone’s remarks of you looking like his sister.

“That means I’m yours now,” he said as he leaned in closer, his scent reminding you of cologne, cinnamon and fondness. But as quickly as he’d said that, he added, “that is, unless you want me to be.”

You rolled your eyes, biting your lower lip as you put your arms around his neck. “If you think I don’t feel anything for you, then you’re more stupid than I thought,” you told him, whispering, coming closer as your eyes settled on his lips. “Is it okay, if I kiss you?”

His tongue touched the corner of his lips ever so slightly before he pulled you into his arms tighter, leaning his forehead against yours. “I don’t think there’s a better birthday gift than that,” he murmured, the lips you’d been yearning for for so long now, finally claiming yours as you stood in the warm breeze, for once grateful that you lived in a world like this.

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gangrenados · 4 years

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After Dark

Hi! :D for the ten requests, Amber Run’s “Affection” with Dick? if you want/can! thank you!!

@caffeine-dammit hope you like this!

Tag list: @nervousmemzie

Warning: a very heated kiss, no smut cuz I don't know how to write it :(

It always turns out the same

Affection has always been a little game

Forgive me

Affection is something that he had forgotten over time. The life of a vigilante was unforgivable, and no matter how much civilians could be saved from ending up wounded or dead, there was always that emptiness.

Little by little, violence and brutality took over Dick's life, making him a stranger to feeling at ease with affection; It was difficult for him to assimilate what happened when he was offered this, taking a few seconds to recover from the initial shock.

He felt pathetic every time you tried to show him love and he just stood there like a log, unsure whether or not to answer.

You did not deserve it, you deserved someone who could hug and kiss you without a doubt, he always repeated that to himself every time he arrived from the patrol and lay down next to you to sleep.

He always wondered why you wanted to be with him from the first moment, someone who lived an unstable life, with a short temperament and a sad past. Surely there were better games that could offer you a better quality of life, but there you were with him.

Sometimes he felt that he was dragging you with you to the dangers he faced for feeling useful.

He loved you, of that there was no doubt; He would do anything for you, to keep you alive and away from those dangers that he liked to face so much and that is why he felt that it was unfair to keep you with him.

He tensed as he felt something grab him from behind, he gripped the "R" of his suit so tightly that his knuckles were white, one more movement and whoever had touched him would be in trouble.

"I thought you would arrive in the morning..." a sleepy voice said, yawning." Are you alright, baby?"

Dick relaxed in the instant he hears you, putting the device down on the table next his suit.

"What are you doing awake?" He questioned in a reproachful tone. Turning around so he could see you. "It's like 3 am, you should be sleeping."

Since he tell you about his second job there was no night you didn't stayed awake, waiting for him to walk that door alive and hoping he hadn't to much bruises. The anguish of not knowing if he would come back alive was stronger than the need to sleep.

"I know, but I wanted to see you when you came home." You put a hand in his cheek, looking from cuts or bruises." I'm glad you're here, boy wonder..."

I've been drowning in the water

That you're walking on

And there it was, that warmth that he always felt when he was with you. It was welcoming and so full of love that made him want more.

Dick craved your affectionate like a drug, it was addictive, he couldn't help it.

He felt wanted, needed and truly loved when he was with you. Every hug or kiss, even if it was a little one, made him high; and if he was honest, he didn't ever wanted to come down.

I'll kiss your as I wash your skin

Forget myself and let you in

Dick's eyes examines every feature you have as he wanted that image of you burned in his brain. The way your eyes seemed to sparkle every time you saw him or how you had this little smile.

Dick puts a hand on your cheek and kisses you. The touch is soft at first, but then, as if he needs more, he leans against you and kisses you anxiously.

You put your arms around his neck for support and and return the kiss with the same anxiety. His hair caresses your face and you can feel how warm his lips are.

Without breaking the kiss, Dick picks you up. Your legs were around his waist as he walked towards your shared room.

With some effort he opens the door and kicks it once inside. The way your hands caress his hair makes him disoriented, he couldn't focus on something else other than you.

"I love you ..." Dick said breathlessly; dropping you onto the bed. His hands dropped to your shoulders, brushed your arms, and landed on your hips.

You brushed away a strand of hair from your face." I love you too, Dick."

And fall down into sleep, into a fever dream

Where I barely know what is going on

Except I know that I want you, and I know that I need you

And I tell you I love you again and again and again and again

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shi-daisy · 3 years

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Snowed In

Well this it folks, my last Ulquihime Week entry for this year. As always it's been a joy to participate and see everything that all of the other users have created, and that those who host the event take such care to plan our ship week. I had a blast and I'm looking forward to doing this again next year. Till then however, let's all keep on making content for our otp!

Ok so onto the story, today's theme is Winter/Warmth and I really didn't know what to do, until I remembered I have a whole AU I could use and stuck with that. For those who haven't read my entries from previous years the Reunion AU basically had Ulquiorra and Orihime meet again after a few years, Orihime ran off from her wedding with Ichigo and Ulquiorra is now human(along with the other Arrancar). At this point in the time the two have been dating for a month. Hope you like!

@ulquihimeweek

Ulquihime Week- Day 6: Winter/Warmth

Snowed In

"For the last time Tia, I'll ask her but that dosen't mean she'll say yes." Ulquiorra repeated over the phone for what felt like the hundredth time that day.

His friends had all told him to invite Orihime over for Christmas dinner, and while he wasn't too keen on the holiday he knew his woman was. This would be the first time he would be asking her to spend an event with him and his 'family' and while he might deny it, Ulquiorra was nervous.

"Schiffer, of course she'll say yes. That girl is quite taken with you."

"I'd like to think so, but still, don't be disappointed if she declines."

"Yes, yes, I am ready to accept a negative answer. Still, I wanted some civilized company this year."

He could tell she directed her angry tone at Nnoitra. From over the phone Ulquiorra could hear them bickering.

"If ya don't want me to eat the cookies. Don't leave em on the table!"

"Those were freshly baked! How are you not burned?!"

"Cuz I still have Arrancar-like skin."

"Fool! Your hands are red! I have to go Ulquiorra. Our gigantic toddler has injured himself again."

"No surprise there. I shall see you later."

He arrived at the cafe soon after his call ended, yet he knew things weren't right. Orihime usually waited for him outside, but despite the closed sign in the door, she was nowhere to be seen. Ulquiorra rushed into the cafe, immediately upon entering he heard a loud noise.

"I know language was never your best subject but I think the sign on the door was pretty easy to read Kurosaki!"

"Inoue, just let me explain everything."

"I told you to fuck off!" Orihime angrily took off her arpon and walked away. Ulquiorra headed towards her. The second she saw him, her anger subsided.

He dared to look at Kurosaki. The redhead was no longer the headstrong teen he had met six years ago. His hair was shorter, and while he's grown taller, Ulquiorra thought he looked less intimidating.

"How- How are you here? You died."

"I got better." Ulquiorra answered sarcastically. "Now, I believe you heard the woman. She's not interested in speaking to you."

Ichigo didn't seem keen on backing down, his surprised stare turned into a glare. "You don't get to decide for her anymore, Ulquiorra."

"Oh just shut up already, Ichigo! I don't owe you shit! Tatsuki picked up my stuff a while ago, I've kept away from you and your kin, and paid back what I owed to you father. Aside from those unresolved matters we have nothing else to talk about!"

"I think leaving one's own wedding and then vanishing for two months is something to talk about! You never gave me an explanation for that."

He'd never seen Orihime so enraged, her pale face turned red and she was clenching her fist so hard her arms shook. "You want an explanation?! Fine! I left because just as I was going to get Kenpachi-san to walk me to the altar, I found you and Kuchiki-San! Then you kissed her! When we were young I thought you were in love with her, but since you proposed to me and made me feel as if I was the one you wanted, my worries faded. Imagine how I felt at that moment! I gave up NASA for you, scholarships, internships, my own damn college ambitions all went down the drain! All because I wanted to be with you, and look where the fuck that got me!

So there's your bloody explanation! Now scram!"

There was a small moment of silence before Kurosaki left. The second he was out the door, Ulquiorra hugged Orihime close. "Let it out."

Orihime didn't want to cry over it anymore, but her body betrayed her. She shook as she cried, her sobs echoed in the small cafe and the only solace she could find was the warmth Ulquiorra's hug provided.

As he held onto her, Ulquiorra checked an alert on his phone. There was a snow storm coming to Naruki.

"Woman, it's likely we won't be able to reach your apartment in time. Would you like to accompany me home?"

Orihime stopped crying after hearing that. "Yes. I'd love to go with you."

"Good, I've sent a message to Szayel, he should be coming to pick us up before the storm gets worse."

"Okay."

Orihime stared at Ulquiorra's face for a moment. When she first saw him again after all these years he looked just as he did the day he turned to ash under her touch. Now, he seemed so different. His hair was longer and styled, he often wore leather and dark make up, and even facial jewelery. She also noticed he began doing those things when the two began dating. Maybe it was an effort to become more human like for her.

"Ulqui, are you sure it's okay for me to come home with you? I don't want to bother the others."

"It's no bother, they were all hoping to see you again." Ulquiorra cleared his throat, as he often did when he was nervous. "Actually they were insistent that I brought you home for Christmas celebrations next week."

She blushed. "Really? I'd love to go! Spending Christmas alone is not much fun. I would be happy to spend it with your family."

He sighed in relief. "I'm glad."

"You sound nervous, did you think I'd decline?"

"Well, yes. But that's not why I was nerveous. It's just the others can be quite a handful. I don't want them to overwhelm you."

"I'll be fine, I love hyper groups of people. Besides you and I can have some alone time later."

"That I won't mind."

Szayel arrived at the cafe slightly later than expected. The sky was already darkening, and the road was icy. He drove slowly but made sure to calculate the time properly.

"Inoue-san, I hope you don't mind, Halibel has prepared a room for you, along with clothes. It's likely the snowstorm will keep you from going home tonight, perhaps even longer."

"That's fine. Thanks for telling me Szayel. I'll be sure to not cause any trouble."

"Oh sweetie it's no trouble at all, we are all looking forward to having you around. Ulquiorra has told us so much about you!"

Ulquiorra, Who had been dozing off in the front seat, was now wide awake and glaring at Szayel.

Orihime laughed at the scene before her. "Does he? What has he told you?"

"That he enjoys speaking to you, and that you have a lovely aura, and that you look very pretty in a sundress."

By now Ulquiorra was a blushing mess, he hid his face under the hoodie of his coat, but Orihime has already seen it. She smiled and blew a kiss in his direction. "Well I think he looks good in black clothes."

Ulquiorra caught the hint. Black was what he always wore, meaning Orihime always found him to be cute. He smiled, this time without covering his blush.

***

Her arrival had been met with hugs, greetings, an enthusiastic snuggle from the family's pet.

"Kukkapuro's no stranger to cuddling new people. He won't leave you alone for the rest of the night." Stark drowsily told her as he tried to get Kukkapuro to move. The hollow puppy ignored him.

"That's okay, Stark-san. I don't mind."

The sleepy man nodded and went back to his favorite spot, on the lap of his boyfriend. Szayel rolled his eyes and let him sleep.

She smiled at the scene, it reminded her of the times she'd act overly affectionate and Ulquiorra would be either unimpressed or dead quiet. Strangely enough she didn't mind.

"Orihime! Can you come to the kitchen? I need your help!"

She followed Halibel's voice to the kitchen. The older women had baked a new batch of cookies and wanted her opinion.

"You're the star baker after all." She told her.

The woman's tone was so sweet Orihime couldn't bear to tell her she hadn't finished culinary school.

She took a bite, savoring the sweet yet salty ginger cookie. "These are great! You're an incredible baker, Halibel-san."

"Thank you, it means a lot coming from a professional. There is something I'd like your help with."

"Anything."

***

"Are you going to chose a movie already?!"

Ulquiorra glared at Nnoitra, who had probably been banned from the kitchen.

"I am not choosing anything until the girls come back with the food. Have some patience Jiruga!"

"I am plenty patient!"

"I agree with Ulquiorra, you have a short fuse. Now be quiet." Szayel snapped.

"Tch. If I'd know you were going to be so moody I would've spent the week with Tesla and Cyan."

"Tesla might've been your fracción but I think even he knows you shouldn't be around a newborn." Stark mumbled in his drowsy state.

Ulquiorra chuckled, as he remembered the little bundle Cyan had given birth to a week ago. He didn't consider himself the baby type but that had been disproven the moment he was allowed to carry the tiny child.

"Maybe you and Inoue will produce a cute baby one day."

Ulquiorra almost fell off the sofa. "Nnoitra if you don't shut up I will disembowel you!"

Szayel shushed them both and pointed down to a sleeping Stark, but by then it was too late. The pair began bickering and Kukkapuro howled along.

***

"See? It's always like this. Can't get some quiet until bedtime."

"Don't worry. This'll warm them up!"

The girls walked out of the kitchen with cookies and hot chocolate. "Settle down! We're here with the treats! Ulquiorra you can pick a movie if you'd like."

He nodded and began browsing. Orihime gave everyone a cup of chocolate and cookies. Once her boyfriend had picked a movie, she sat down with him and their treats.

It didn't take long for the others to fall asleep. According to Ulquiorra this was a common occurrence. 'They'll be asleep before the second act ends.'

The couple was snuggling together covered by a thick blanket, they had finished their sweets and once the movie ended they would be going to bed.

"Hey Ulqui."

"Yes, love?"

"Thanks for tonight. I don't know how badly things would've gotten if I hadn't come with you."

Seeing Ichigo had soured her day greatly, and walking home alone in the freezing cold to cry herself to sleep would've been twice as hellish. Thankfully her boyfriend was there to dry her tears and make her smile again.

"You're welcome woman. I shall always be here for you, so whenever you feel like the world is falling apart remember to lean on me. It is now my eternal duty to keep you smiling."

She giggled and nuzzled close to him. "Thanks Ulqui. You're really sweet." The beating of his heart was lulling her to sleep, but Orihime resisted, she wanted to see the end of the movie. "I have to repay you one day for all the kindness you've given me. Feels like I'm only taking."

"No, you're mistaken. It is I who's repaying a debt to you. Back when I was a hollow you brought joy into my life again, and since then I've thought that one lifetime won't be enough to repay you."

"Then you better be with me in every other lifetime."

He wouldn't refuse such a request. Ulquiorra looked down at Orihime, their gazes met and he knew this was the perfect moment to do as he had planned for so long. He leaned down to press his lips against hers, a soft kiss which caused them both to blush. They both tasted of chocolate and ginger cookies, still it was perfect.

"I love you." He whispered only for her.

Orihime caressed his cheek and smiled. "I love you too."

They stayed like that for the rest of the night, tangled in a warm embrace as the snow continued to fall outside.

#uhweek2020 #orihime x ulquiorra #Ulquihime #orihime inoue #ulquiorra shiffer #Day 6: Winter/Warmth #reunion au

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mymusicalitylove · 4 years

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Dive

In my feels. Trying to be productive and direct them in a positive way.

The other night I feel like I broke because the latest disappointment (that I created for myself), came to the surface. I took a hot shower, cried and told myself to let it all go. Hardest I have cried in a long time because I replayed a lot of scenarios about this endless loop I seem to be stuck in: I give up on this notion called ‘love’, discard it and begin to focus elsewhere.. then along comes another unsuspecting fool that says all the right things to get me twitterpated and caught up in the fantasies my brain creates. I get sucked in and think, ok, maybe this will go somewhere.. just to BAM! Slam my face into a wall of unending disappointment. Wash, rinse, repeat. It feels as though this scene has been on replay about eleventeen times over these last few years, and all I can say is: How. Fucking. Stupid (Who is the REAL fool? Ya, that’s me).

I went to bed after my therapeutic shower and slept ok, but kept waking up. I finally decided to get up and be productive, and had Ed Sheeran’s “Dive” stuck in my head. Hadn’t heard it in a while so I’m not sure where it came from, but it stayed with me the entire morning.

My entries on this thing almost always relate to music and how the lyrics relate to my life. I’ve saved some drafts with songs I’ve wanted to write about later. When I realized I wasn’t going back to sleep, I decided to write; I checked my drafts and whoa.. “Dive” was already on there.. I don’t even remember saving it.

(Despite there being a few too many typos for my taste in this post above, I feel it, Rising Woman!)

September 2019 is the most notable time I can remember starting the self-destructive cycle. My boss left at work and I decided I needed to do something to change my life up. I put all my energy into planning my amazing sabbatical in Italy. Everything was set up; all the wheels were in motion for me to see Europe, do me selfishly, and not worry about shit! In my mind I put together plans of sightseeing, concerts, volunteering, gymming, wandering, and getting lost in the country I fell in love with a year prior.

In October on a night out with friends, I met an EMT at a bar. He worked his bullshit game, and did it well because he was intriguing. He made me feel good over a two hour convo that honestly felt like a first date, and convinced me to give him the digits (which I don’t freely give to strangers). Too bad the man never called. Womp, womp.

After a taste of those vibes I craved that “feeling” again. I tried a dating app again for a couple months. In a comical turn of events, said dating app matched me with this same EMT! This presented me with the opportunity to call his ass out, and incidentally feel validated as to why it actually was better he never called. Talked to a few other guys on the app, but really can only report on a couple stupid funny anecdotes of just how sad it is that guys don’t know how to talk to women anymore. At least this time I wasn’t taking it seriously and only did it for shits and giggles. Decided okay, just keep focusing on plans for Italy, stacking that paper, and looking forward to the new year (*point and laugh at the idiot who had no idea what 2020 had in store!*).

In January a boy (with a girlfriend) who I’d had innocent flirtation vibes with for a while tells me he’s now single. I had already placed him in the “not gonna happen” folder, and his confession obviously began a different wave of chemistry and banter for months. We had a conversation about the reality of where I am/what I’m ready for, and where he’s at/what he’s not ready for. Oh, and in the midst of all this, Covid hits and I have to make the heartbreaking decision to cancel Italy and deal with the feels of defeat that followed. And let’s also add all the sadness of being stuck with only me, myself and my thoughts in quarantine.

One last convo in April with “previously not gonna happen” sealed the deal of this endless string of flirtation not going anywhere and back in that folder he went. I then decided to give my number to this other guy who had shown interest a while back (but I hadn’t paid him any mind cuz I was stuck on folder guy). New dude didn’t really engage, so I disregarded him again, and worked on rearranging my place, organizing, decorating, spring cleaning and purging. Fast forward to now, it’s June and new dude comes back to work, asks to hang out, we have a great first “date” lasting three hours, and now here I am less than two weeks later wondering what happened. New dude: MIA / Me: WTF?

I truly do not understand why this cycle continues. Each time I feel like I get closer to something real, just to be lead into feeling like a fucking moron. I can’t stand it anymore, and it honestly makes me want to go back to being guarded and jaded, but I know that’s not the right way to find anyone. So I open up and allow some level of vulnerability, even though I’m scared af cuz of how hard I fell five years ago with the man I thought I was going to marry.

This is gonna hurt, but I blame myself first

'Cause I ignored the truth

Drunk off that love, my head up

There's no forgetting you

You've awoken me, but you're choking me

I was so obsessed

It was a matter of time

But you are the fire, I'm gasoline

Gave you all of me, and now honestly, I got nothing left

'Cause I loved you dangerously

More than the air that I breathe

Knew we would crash at the speed that we were going

Didn't care if the explosion ruined me

Baby, I loved you dangerously

I learned a lot from that short but impactful relationship. It was the love of my life and I went into it with complete abandon. I loved him dangerously. Things felt “right” and escalated quickly, which lead to our demise because we did not explore all the things before going full force into a relationship. We mutually thought this was “it” and talked about the future we would have. It completely broke me to end things, and upon rebuilding the pieces of me, I promised myself I would never rush into things like that again.

I know that I do it to myself, but I guess I don’t know how else to do it. If I’m closed off and guarded, I’m not welcoming anything in; if I’m open and vulnerable, I start to dream in fantasyland with expectations just to be let down and end up inevitably disappointed. I clearly don’t know how to find the balance that works and it has become maddening beyond words.

I need to find that balance, and it would be a lot easier to find in non-Covid times where I could have something else to focus my precious energy on, rather than wanting to find “my person”.

Maybe I came on too strong

Maybe I waited too long

Maybe I played my cards wrong

Oh, just a little bit wrong

Baby I apologize for it

I could fall or I could fly here in your aeroplane

And I could live, I could die

Hanging on the words you say

And I've been known to give my all

And jumping in harder than ten thousand rocks on the lake

So don't call me baby unless you mean it

Don't tell me you need me if you don't believe it

So let me know the truth

Before I dive right into you

And I've been known to give my all

And lie awake, everyday don't know how much I can take

I could fall, or I could fly here in your aeroplane

And I could live, I could die

Hanging on the words you say

And I've been known to give my all

Sitting back, looking at every mess that I made

This new dude made me really feel this. I tend to fall, and fall hard because I am so ready to give my heart to someone. But I need to put on the brakes and slow my damn roll.

I can’t keep getting my hopes up. That is ultimately my problem. I tell myself to not have expectations and I do well to begin with, then have an amazing connection and am fed (what is obviously) bullshit and fall for it like a moron. I have grown thicker skin this time around, so at least there’s that.. but hopefully this has been my last lesson.

I have found a new diversion for my focus and just put in my first offer for a new home! This will be my new passion project and will take up my thoughts and energies for a while, so as freaked tfo as I am, I am equally excited for this new venture. If it’s meant to be, it will be, and if it’s not, my new little home is out there somewhere not ready for me yet.

06/19/2020 - 11:51 PM

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