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[harmoknight]

vent art. been feeling like a puppet lately sooo.

[kusa-of-sumeru]

ꕤ Babysitting...? ꕤ

[midnxght-sweet-time]

What did the chicken say?

Idk man just a lil smthg i wanted to shitpost cuz i be seeing ppl on twitter finding this queen of hearts like chicken in their local target. So i decided to do this lmao.

Next time Ill make a 'why did the chicken cross the road' with chicken rosehearts. Nah jk

Unless—

[kpislby]

♡ keys to eachother

ᴘᴀʀɪɴɢs: ɴᴏɴ-ɪᴅᴏʟ/ʙғ! ᴊᴜɴɢᴡᴏɴ x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Synopsis : you and jungwon move into a new apartment, filled with excitement and affection. amid unpacking and playful moments, they find comfort and joy in their new beginning together.

genre : fluff fluff flufffff ❤️

warnings : kissing, skinship, petnames

1581ᴡᴄ.

the door creaked open, revealing an empty living room, bathed in the soft afternoon light. boxes were stacked in the corner, labeled with sharpie, waiting to be unpacked.

despite the clutter, there was an undeniable thrill in the air. the smell of fresh paint mixed with the musty cardboard filled their senses, signaling a new beginning. …ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴄᴜᴛ

the apartment was small but full of possibilities–-a blank canvas they can decorate to their hearts desires.

"wow, it's really happening.." you mumbled quietly in awe. jungwon softly chuckled, aprotching you as he circled his arms around your  waist, softly pecking your cheek. the familiar scent of him—a mix of fresh laundry and the faintest hint of cologne—grounded you

 "yes baby, it is," he murmured, his breath warm against your ear. "..this feels like a dream, doesn't it? but it's real, you.. and me, here"

he tightened his hold around you for a moment, as if to anchor both of you in the reality of it all. the weight of his presence behind you was steady, reassuring, and filled with the promise of everything yet to come.

"think we should start unpacking? or maybe we could just sit for a minute, take it all in," he whispered, his tone soft, almost like he didn't want to disturb the moment.

you whined softly, dreading the thought of having to unpack all of the boxes. he chuckled softly, slowly retracting his arm from around your waist, "we can't just live with all these boxes here". you sighed softly "fineee"

–

while going through the boxes, you found a picture of both you and jungwon. it was your first month anniversary. jungwon had his hand wrapped around your waist and your head was leaning on his shoulder. the picture was taken in front of a big christmas tree–as it was winter at the time–and you couldnt help but softly smile at the memory.

jungwon noticed you smiling and decided to walk up to you. he chuckled once he saw what you were looking at, “you looked so cute” he softly pecked your cheek.

you spun around and dramatically gasped "hold up, looked? as in past tense?? wow, it really be your own boyfriend sometimes." you shook your head dramatically, pretending to be offended.

as jungwon pulled away, he raised an eyebrow with a smirk. "okayyy, my bad. you're cute 24/7, my cutie patootie smookie pookie bear. happy now?"

you narrowed your eyes, crossing your arms. "mmm, i dont know… i might need more convincing."

he chuckled, stepping closer. "uhuhh, is that so? what do you want? an essay? a tiktok declaration?"

you nearly break character, trying to keep a straight face. "i mean, a tiktok wouldn't be detrimental to your public image. perhaps a coordinated display of rhythmic movement while you're at it?".

jungwon bursted out laughing "rh- haha rhythmic move- aha movement? sorry no can do smarty pants," he softly pecked you head, as he wrapped his arms around you, swaying back and forth. " this is the best i can do without making a fool of myself"

you leaned into him, softly giggling "yeah, i'll accept this for now. but you better buy me some laffy taffy and nerd gummy clusters" he hummed into your hair "yes, ma'am"

you try not to smile too hard, than went back to rummaging through the boxes. "hmm, let's see if we can find some embarrassing shit we got in here."

suddenly, you pulled out an old hoodie–the one you 'borrowed' from him and conveniently forgot to return. "oh-ho-hooo haha, remember this?" you said, holding it up with a grin.

jungwon gasped and lunged for it, but you were quicker, yanking it out of reach. you wagged your finger in a playful 'nope' motion, clicking your tongue. "nuh-uh, mine mine mine!" you teased, hugging the hoodie like it was your prizede possession.

jungwon groaned. "you never gave it back! it was my favorite hoodie" he spoke with a soft pout.

"finders, keppers," you teased, tossing it over your shoulder. "it still smells like you"

jungwon snorted. "it's probably just musty now"

you shot him a look, rasing your eyebrow.. "so you're saing you smell musty? wow, get a load of this guy" you said while pointing at him with your thumb, turning your back to him, looking into a non-exsistant camera, shaking your head in disapproval.

jungwon rolled his eyes, stepping up behind you. "if anyone's gonna be musty, its the hoodie theft," he teased, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you back into him.

you gasped dramatically, leaning into his hold. "guess i'll just have to steal more of your stuff then, huh?"

jungwon laughed softly in your ear. "as long as you don't steal my heart again."

you snorted. "emberassingggg"

–

you decided to finish unpacking tomorrow, throwing your mattress into the corner of the bed room and called it a day.

after eating, you both got ready for bed. the mattress was soft under your back, though the room still felt strange—empty, but full of potential. as you lay beside jungwon, the faint hum of the city outside reminded you that this place, this new life, was finally your.

jungwon turned to face you, his hair a bit messy from the long day. he reached over, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, learned in slowly, his lips brushing yours in a feather-light kiss. "you tired?" he whispered, his voice tender, almost as if he feared breaking the magic of the movement.

you smiled at him, the warmth of his hand lingering on you cheek, anchoring you to him. "a little. but mostly just… happy"

he grinned, his dimples appearing as his eyes crinkled with joy. you couldn't resist gently poking his dimples, and he giggled, the sound warm and familiar. "me too." for a moment, the two of you just looked at each other, letting the weight of the day slip away, replaced by a gentle, unspoken peace.

the apartment was quiet—despite the muffled sounds from the street. you could feel the warmth radiating from jungwon as he pulled you closer, tucking you head beneath his chin. his steady heartbeat echoed in your ears, a soft rhythm that lulled you into a peaceful daze.

"we did it," he murmured into your hair, his voice barely above a whisper, his lips brushing against your temple. "our own place. just the two of us."

you hummed in agreement, eyes closing as you snuggled deeper into his embrace. "and a whole lot of boxes to unpack tomorrow," you mumbled sleepily.

he chuckled softly, his breath tickling your forehead. 'yeah, but we'll handle that later. right now, i just want to enjoy this… being here with you."

you smiled, your eyes fluttering open to find his already on you. filled with a quiet intensity that sent a ripple of butterflies through your chest. slowly, you shifted, crawling on top of him, felling the rise and fall of his breath beneath you. your lips met his again, this time deeper, like a whisper that became a song—soft, slow, but filled with a quiet passion. his hands settled on you waist, steady and warm, as if holding onto a dream.

jungwon kissed you back with a soft smile, and for a moment, time seemed to still—the world outside fading into a blur, leaving only the two of you suspended in this moment, in this new place that was a beginning to feel like home.

you pulled back slightly, gazing into his eyes, your fingertips tracing the line of his jaw. there was a softness in his expression, a quiet vulnerability that made your heart swell. his eyes flickered between your lips and your gaze, like he couldn't decide whether to kiss you again or just hold you there, under the weight of this perfect stillness.

"can you believe it?" you whispered, your voice barely audible. "it's real… you and me, here"

he chuckled lightly, running his hand down your back, his touch gentle as the night itself. "it still feels like a dream" he murmured, his voice low and intimate, a sound meant just for you. "but if this is a dream, i don't ever want to wake up."

you smiled softly, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to his lips, your fingers threading through his hair. his hand came up to cradle the back of your neck, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss. the kiss was unhurried, tender, like a slow dance in the dark—full of promise, full of love.

when you finally pulled away, your foreheads rested against eachother, your breaths mingling in the quiet space between you. "we're really here," you whispered again, your voice filled with wonder.

jungwon smiled, his thumb brushing gently alog your cheek. "and i'm never letting you go."

you giggled softly, feeling the warmth spread though your chest. "good. because im never leaving"

he chuckled, pulling you back into his embrace, his arms wrapped securely around you as if to hold onto the moment. you nestled into him, listening to his heartbeat, his heart singing silent melodies of love. the room, once strange and unfamiliar, now felt like the beginning of everything—a place where the two of you could build you lives together, one moment at a time.

outside, the city hummed on, but in this little corner of the world, it was just the two of you, wrapped in the warmth of eachother, with all the time in the world ahead.

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀs ɴᴏᴛᴇs : hihihi !! FIRST JUNGWON FIC WOOP WOOOOP ♥️ love my little cat boy.

[seafumes]

LOVE LETTER.

cw: based on a rant i had in my notes😭, starts out a lil hateful in the beginning

you find a letter, tucked neatly with the stack of mail on the counter. it had your name written in cursive on it, so you open it, (obviously)

[name],

you're an idiot. you're a big idiot.

and i hate that about you.

i hate that you think you can't confide it me, i hate that you think you aren't pretty or handsome enough, i hate that you don't think you're worth it.

i hate that you chase after these people who don't treat you how you should be treated.

i hate that you think you're not worthy of love because of those people.

because i love you.

i love the way you laugh, the way you talk. the way your smile seems to radiate like the sun and shine bright even in the darkest of rooms.

i love the way you're unthinkably you, the way you dress, how you present yourself, the way you comfortably gaze at people even when you're not interested in whatever they're saying because you want them to feel heard and listened to.

i love you.

the letter wasn't signed, but you had an idea of who it was from:

AYATO, heizou, DILUC, neuvillette, wirothesely, TIGHNARI, ALHAITHAM, + your favs !!

a/n: DONT GET MAD! i'm still working on endings for my tighnari fic.. and my brain isn't coming up with any so... but yea hope u enjoyed🙏🏾🫶🏾

[beforeimdeceased]

WELCOME TO THE PARTY — ABBY ANDERSON ༄₊🫧➳

tlou2 is based on the israeli occupation of palestine, how you can help

pairing: ex!abby x reader

synopsis: you try to escape the thoughts of your ex with a little partying and she shows up to ruin it all.

content: oral (r!receiving)

author’s note: thank u so much for 1.2k i love this little community we’ve got on here! you guys make me so happy i can’t thank you enough <3

“I can’t even enjoy this stupid fucking party, Oh my god!”

You were currently spiraling in a far corner of the bustling house. Drink in hand with a scowl on your face. You take a sip of the liquid, letting it slide down your throat and settle into your stomach. You were waiting for the buzz to kick in and ease your nerves.

You’d just seen Abby, your ex, prancing in with another girl on her arm. A very pretty and smiley girl who you’d never seen before. You were wondering how they’d met and what they’d talked about when Dina came over to snap you out of your thoughts.

“You’re not gonna let her ruin your fun, right?” She gently rubs your arm and you’re so touch starved the gesture nearly makes you cry. It’s been a week since you’d parted ways with the blonde, and the lack of her presence was weighing down on you. You’d missed her smile, her kind eyes, and the way she always knew how to make you laugh.

But she wasn’t perfect. Neither were you, you couldn’t be. Tension grew in the relationship. You went from wanting to be around each other all the time, to avoiding each other at all costs. If you saw her post that she was at the gym, you were making an illegal u-turn in the middle of the road to avoid seeing her. That wasn’t a relationship, and it had to end.

Funny how you were still avoiding her.

“Dina I can’t dance, I’m gonna be sick.” You hold your stomach, tugging against Dina’s grip on your arm. She looks at you empathetically, placing a kiss on the back of your hand. “Babe, Are you going to stop functioning properly because of her? Forever?”

Before you can respond, commotion ensues. Ellie can be heard cursing following the sound of glass breaking and a crash. “Okay, hold on. I’ve gotta stitch up my girlfriend.” She rolls her eyes before rushing into the direction of the noise. A crowd of people swallow her, keeping you from following her.

You decide you need to just wash your face off in the bathroom, and get your ass out there. Abby is just another girl that got away. She’s clearly moved on, so why can’t you? You weren’t going to let her sour your night. Plus, Dina was your ride and you had to wait for her to fix Ellie up.

You can’t get the bathroom downstairs open, and after asking about 7 intoxicated people you find safety in the basement. There everyone was either high, tripping, or both. More importantly, they were not paying attention to who was going into the bathroom in the far left corner.

It was big, which was unsurprising considering how large the basement and the house was itself. Incredibly clean and it looked like the perfect hideout spot. You decided you’d stay in there scrolling through your phone until Dina sent her usual “where r u?” text.

The familiar sound of the ping on your phone interrupts you mindlessly moving your thumb. Out of the corner of your eye you catch the first letter of the sender, and nearly throw your phone.

Abby ❌: Where’d you run off to?

Was that meant for you? Did you want to find out? You stare at the message letting your eyes unfocus. Biting your lip you ready yourself to respond, but you’re stopped by the three dots indicating she’s typing.

Abby ❌: You in the basement?

You wish the window in there was bigger, because it would’ve made escaping a lot easier. Instead of responding, you look for the easiest solution to your new found problem, which happened to be the door. You open it, and a presently surprised Abby is on the other end smiling at you.

“Oh, you opened it for me?” You walk back as she walks in and watch as she closes and locks the door. “You’re still so sweet.”

“Where’s your friend?” You ask, arms crossed. It was upsetting you that you were so jealous, but it made sense. The end of your relationship was rocky, but you’d still only broken up a week ago. The wound was fresh, and she was poking her fingers in it.

“I don’t know, probably making out with someone upstairs.”

Realization hits you and you’d never admit it but you felt relief. Abby can read you though, she knows you better than anyone. A wide smile spread on her stupid cocky face.

“Were you jealous?” She tilts her head a bit and it makes you bite the inside of your cheek. She’d always tilt her head while she was deep inside of you. Chuckle and ask “You like that?” As if you could even fucking answer with how hard she was fucking you. The memory sends a shiver through your entire body, and it delays your response. She takes note of that as well and your body language. Arms crossing and uncrossing while her eyes trailed up and down your body.

She was looking at you like she was struggling to contain herself. You could almost see her thoughts projected over her head. “I miss you. I miss fucking you.”

“Would it be wrong for me to be jealous?” You back up towards the sink, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Another memory of her with her hand over your mouth, pounding into you mercilessly, flooded your mind. She takes note of this before moving closer to you.

Her body is close enough that if you reached out, you would be touching her freckle speckled skin. You fear that if you don’t lean into her, you’ll tip over. That you’ll fall splat on the cold bathroom tile. That you’ll sink into the ground and disappear, if you don’t touch her right fucking now.

“I guess not.” She leans over towards you, and you think she’s moving in to wrap you in a hug, but she’s just pushing past to look in the mirror. She notices how your face falls at her movements, and turns to look at you.

“Someone has to be honest here. Want me to start?”

No was at the tip of your tongue before her lips crashed into yours. She cups your face and you almost don’t notice her backing you up against the sink. Your back hits the edge of it, causing it to arch and your head to lean back. Abby takes the opening, latching her lips onto your jaw and then your neck.

“I fucking hate you so much right now.” You close your eyes, body contradicting your words. You lean into her strong and firm arms. Pulling your body into hers. “I hate how I couldn’t go a week without you.” Is breathless and desperate as it leaves your tongue.

She’s on her knees now, positioned in between your legs. She struggles to remain composed enough to tease you. Lustrous desire causing her mouth to salivate. You help her get your pants off, kicking them to the side, before her fingers loop into the band of your underwear. “It wasn’t easy for me either.” She pulls them down in a frenzy. “I missed the way you moaned my name.”

She latches her tongue to your heat, swirling a harsh circle against your sensitive bud. You would’ve lost your balance if she wasn’t holding your legs open and up with her arms. fingers on the inner corners of your cunt, spreading you wide for her. There was no mercy, and no slowing down. Her mission was to make you see stars.

“Fuck.” Is all you can let out and she hums against you in agreement. The vibration sending a wave of pleasure straight to your core. You tangle your hands in her hair, grappling at it to keep her right where you needed her.

And she never fails to deliver. Tongue buried into your walls while her nose swipes against your clit. You bite back a moan which causes her to move her hand and squeeze your ass, pushing the sound out of you. It’s clear and melodic, music to her ears. If anyone happened to walk in she wouldn’t want to stop. She wanted to hear more from you. She needed to.

You can barely hold back your orgasm. With the way she has you spread completely open for her, entire face buried into you moaning against your cunt. You let the wave rush over you, eyes rolling back into your head as her name rolls off your tongue.

You shake a bit, overwhelmed from the high and her face still buried between your legs. Now is when you feel a bit disappointed in yourself. At how hard it was to stay away, how easy it was to give into her, and how you’re going to have to explain this to Dina.

Abby kisses up and down your inner legs, catching all of your juices on her tongue. It feels so good before you hear that damn ding from your phone once again. She reaches over to grab it out of your pants pocket and hand it to you. Speak of the devil.

Dina 💖: where r u?

[theladysmaid]

Eleanor Walton was born the last of three girls, but her mother had already left the family a few weeks earlier. For years, her father had tried to hide his wife's schizophrenia. But he banished her from his house before she could harm his own reputation. Pregnant and lost in her delusion, she gave birth to Eleanor in the middle of the forest and dropped her off at the court of the well-known and noble family. A few days later, merchants found her body in the woods. Eleanor was brought up with much love by a maid named Nora and later received this position herself. Even though she was on the verge of being suspended after being discovered by staff. In the family home, she is considered an orphan and no one knows that she has to hand over her hard-earned money to her father every week. He had managed to track her down a few months ago and since his trading business was no longer going so well, he saw in his daughter his new source of income. The alcoholic had always told her two sisters that she would be just as crazy as her mother. Since Nora, who raised her, became ill, Eleanor fears the loneliness every day.

✿ full name : Eleanor Daphne Walton

✿ nicknames : El, Elly, Nor, psycho

✿ birthday : 20th october

✿ spirit animal : butterfly

✿ likes : baking, reading, painting, sunsets, long walks, flowers, animals, fashion, boat trips

✿ dislikes : darkness, moonless nights, crowds of people, noisy clamour, the dark side of her mind

( ooc: mdni, selective, smalltalk in englisch or german but texts only in german, 19th century era themed, inspired by bridgerton, tw for mental illness and trauma )

[mmingooo]

touchy-feely || lee minho ⋆ ₊ ﾟ ☽ * ₊

❥𓂃𓏧 warnings: none.

❥𓂃𓏧 genre: fluff.

❥𓂃𓏧 pairing: lee minho x gn!reader

❥𓂃𓏧 word count: 0,5k words.

❥𓂃𓏧 notes: i ALWAYS write stuff like this but i just can’t help it, i’m a sucker for cuddly minho 😭😭, but anyway, i hope you enjoy! <3 (also, i got inspired by this video of chan and minho)

masterlist.

please make sure to reblog and if you want to, drop a comment!

minho had never been the touchy-feely-cuddly type of guy, always preferring to showcase his love for others silently.

whenever chan was around, minho knew it was matter of time before chan was all over him, hugging and cooing at him, so minho developed a few techniques to get him to stop without actually telling him to, one of those techniques being yelling so loud chan would eventually give up and leave him be.

you respected his preference to not be physically affectionate, you really did, but sometimes it was hard to keep your hands and coos to yourself, sometimes your boyfriend just looked too cute you felt like you wanted to give him enough smooches to last him a lifetime, but you always restrained yourself so as to not make minho uncomfortable.

but today, you just couldn’t do it anymore, you two had just woken up a few minutes ago, and were making small talking, figuring out what you’ll have for breakfast and if you’ll do anything at all aside from laying on the couch all day while watching movies and k-dramas.

he looked exceptionally adorable, his hair was a mess, his eyes and lips were swollen and his cheeks were softly blushed.

and when he moved away from you, laid on his back and stretched his entire body while letting out a loud yawn, you knew it was game over for you.

without even realizing it, you were on top of him, cupping his face with your hands and cooing at him, telling him how absolutely adorable he looked right now, you peppered him with kisses all over his face and squished his cheeks, making his lips pucker out.

once you were done, you hoped off him and laid on your side, staring at him expectingly, waiting for him to tell you off, to mock you for being so noticeably whipped for him, but he didn’t say anything, he didn’t even look at you, it’s almost as if he was in shock about what just happened.

he was processing his emotions, did he like that? oh yeah, absolutely, should he feel embarrassed that he liked that?, oh no, definitely not, that was kinda nice actually, since when do i find that nice?, well it is y/n so maybe that contributes to me liking it?, those were the questions running through his head, and when he was finally able to respond to each of them, he spoke.

“why haven't you done that before?”, he finally asked after what seemed like hours.

“oh, um, i guess because i didn't want to make you uncomfortable?”

“why would you think you could ever make me feel uncomfortable?”, he was still not looking at you, deciding that looking at the ceiling was a way better option since it would make it harder for him to blush.

“well, i guess because you don’t really like physical affection”

“i don’t mind it when its you”, he finally turned his head and made eye contact with you.

“are you sure?”, you asked, wanting to make sure he wasn't just saying this to not make this situation awkward.

“yeah, positive”

“alright then, be prepared because i can strike at any moment”

“yeah, yeah”, he smiled before crashing his lips into yours.

[askinkiskarma]

do you have any fic recommendations? while i wait for part three for monster in me

is it uncouth to copy paste my masterlist?? HAHAHAHAHHAAH im joking yes bb i have so many recommendations, i might even make an official list, maybe for 2.5k?

(in no particular order ofc, i love you all so much)

✰ Chosen By Eywa by @randxmthxughts - it's my highest on my list of to read damn having a job so i can't just spend my entire life reading fanfics but i hear that it's phenomenal and similar in themes to monster in me so i'm sure you'd love it as much I will (so so excited for this bb)

✰ Action//Reaction by @draiochtwrites - another enemies to lovers MASTERPIECE, i love lys and everything she touches turns to gold, amazing work, please check out her whole masterlist!!

✰ Aphrodite by @iwantjaketosullyme - just an amazing, fluffy, funny, incredible Lo'ak fic, just too good

✰ Ralak te Sepawn ieyk’itan by @tiredmamaissy - needs no introduction, the queen herself, i love this series so much and this amazing man created by @zestys-stuff

✰ Lana's masterlist by @lanasblood - bb Lana has two one shots as of yet, but it's more than enough to fall in love with her and her writing and realise she's a gift to this world and this fandom and i can't wait to read everything else!!!

✰ Dad!Neteyam by @fleurriee - I love how my Fleurr writes Neteyam sm, and this series, as i've told her before, makes even the most baby-fever-proof people melt into a puddle of hormones hahaha

✰ Luna's masterlist by @justasimps-blog - another queen that needs no introduction, Luna is one of the reasons I decided to put my work on this website and engage with this community. i love her, and everything she writes, and my favourites are The Fall, Close Ain't Close Enough and Movie Night

✰ Soft!Dom Neteyam Drabble and basically all her prompts by @teyums - fuck, i love how Junie writes Neteyam so much, so much talent i'm surprised it's not overflowing everywhere, so so good

✰ Sex Education by @hinataashoyos - still my favourite Jake fic, i adore it sm, her writing is genuinely mindblowing, i remember even now having my mouth wide open reading this fic, INCREDIBLEEE!!

✰ Take Me With Her/Tidal Wave by @normspellsman - just an incredible Lo'ak series, filled with angst and just everything i love so so much, definitely worth a read 🥰

✰ I See You by @heirtothekingdom - another one saved to be read, that i have heard incredible things about, that i knowww is gonna blow me away, and so i feel incredibly comfortable recommending it and i'm sure you're going to love it

i'm so sorry if i missed any series i love (i definitely have), and I will make a more comprehensive list, this is just a very quick list made in a cafe hahahaha love you xx

enjoy anonnie xx

[nerdiel-has-no-braincells]

If I Stay

ft: michael kaiser x f!reader

summary: you don’t know how you got into this predicament, taking beating after beating, insult after insult, all for what? for your daughter, who your fiancée loves more than anything. you begin to think back on how you put yourself into this position

cw: aged!up, abusive relationship (not michael & reader), angst, physical and emotional abuse (not michael & reader), please do not read if this will trigger you (for your own safety and mental well being 🫶🏻)

It’s always easy to say that we would never let a significant other treat us badly. It’s so easy to tell ourselves that we respect ourselves too much to allow someone to put us down.

When we’re on the outside, we see toxic relationships and always tell ourselves that we’ll never allow ourselves to be in one until we do become in one. How hard is it to leave when you don’t remember the reason why you originally left?

That’s what you keep asking yourself as you look at your fiancée of 5 years. Why do you stay? Why can’t you bring yourself to leave?

Is it love? Is it because you’re stuck? Is it because you want to make it work? You don’t have an answer to these questions. But when you look at your 2 year old daughter, you can’t help but wish she wouldn’t hear her father yelling at you, calling you every name that had ever existed. You prayed she wouldn’t see the bruises that covered your body, causing you to be forced to wear sweaters even during the hottest seasons because he doesn’t try to leave bruises in easily hidden places.

You prayed so hard every night that your daughter would never allow herself to be in a relationship as toxic as yours.

You shielded your daughter from seeing and hearing the fights that go on in the night. You shed silent tears in order to not wake her from her slumber as you cowered in the corner taking punch after punch.

Your fiancée was a narcissist in the worst way. Not only was everything your fault, you didn’t do anything, you paid for nothing, and you never took care of your daughter even though you were the primary caregiver, everything was in your name, you were the one who had a steady job while your fiancée was once again unable to work due to his “back injury” that he obtained while at work.

He really did though, in the beginning. He went to physical therapy and you were there for him every step of the way until it became months after he had finished his therapy and was cleared to go back to work. Instead, he used it as an excuse to not work, do chores, anything.

Your days include taking care of your daughter, going to work at one of your two jobs, going to your second job, coming home to clean, make dinner, and continue taking care of your daughter. All while your fiancée sat on the couch playing games.

While you were at work, your daughter stayed with your mother, who had been worried for your well being. You never told her what really happens at home, always playing it off as just another silly argument, saying he was going to anger management, and that things were getting better. Your mother knew better, though, but the only thing she could do was love and be there for you. She’s tried to help you; tried to get you to leave, but you couldn’t bring yourself to. You tell yourself time and time again that you love him and that’s the reason why you stay. You chose to relish in the good times rather than the bad, even when the bad outweighed the good.

That being said, you were looking forward to the weekend. Your darling baby girl had recently turned 3 and her birthday party was on Saturday. Your best friends, who you considered as family, were coming to spend time with your daughter.

They’ve always expressed their concerns about your fiancée to you, but they choose to love and support you no matter what.

Because you’re paying for everything out of pocket, you had reached out to take a rain check on the party because you didn’t have the money to be able to afford to take everyone swimming. One of your friends, Kathrin, offered to pay for it instead just so that your daughter could spend the day having fun with her cousins and aunts. You were so thankful and had talked to your fiancée about it, to which he agreed to it.

The day of the party, however, you were in the middle of getting your daughter ready for her party by dressing her in her favorite party dress, and your husband had passed by your daughter’s room after just waking up. Stopping, he turned back around and looked at you in anger, causing the hair on your arms and nape to stand. You instinctively turned around and shielded your daughter behind you as you stared at your fiancée, waiting for him to say something as he glowered down at you.

“Tell your little friend that she’s not paying for shit.” He finally speaks. “I don’t fucking accept handouts.”

You stared at him in disbelief.

“It’s not a handout. Kathrin genuinely wants Emma to have fun with her cousins and aunts.” You responded, careful to not raise your voice or change your calm tone. You didn’t want to start an argument but calmly talk it out. Sometimes he’d be in a good mood to talk things out and you were hoping, praying that today was one of those days.

“She’s not paying for anything.” He seethed. Looks like today wasn’t one of those days.

“All she’s trying to do is make me look bad. Tell her she’s not paying for shit.”

You scoffed before you glanced down at your daughter. Giving her a small smile, you tell her to go play with her toys so that she wouldn’t be in the same room as the impending argument that would shortly unfold before looking at your fiancée.

“She’s not making you look bad. Sometimes people need help and it’s ok to accept help. She just genuinely wants to make Emma happy.” You respond. When it came to your daughter’s well-being and happiness, you found your voice.

Your fiancée’s glare never wavered. He didn’t like when you talked back to him, especially when you were attempting to make him look like a fool.

“I know what your friends think about me. You think I’m fucking dumb?!” He shouted, causing you to flinch.

Wrong move.

He immediately reached out and grabbed you by your neck, lifting you up to where your feet barely touched the floor, dangling below. You grabbed onto his wrist, trying to get him to loosen his hold onto you until he threw you against the door causing you to choke in pain.

“I don’t give a fuck if your friends want to talk shit to me but the moment you open your mouth, you bet your stupid ass I’m going to shut you up myself.”

Squeezing his fingers around your throat, you feel your airwaves close and you begin to gasp for breath. Your body’s alarm bells ring and you begin to struggle and scratch at his hands and wrist, trying to loosen his grip on you.

In the corner of your tear filled eyes, you see your daughter in the hall as she sees her father choking you and begins to cry.

The one weakness your fiancée has is his daughter, so when he hears her cries, he immediately drops his guard and looks over at her. Dropping you to the floor, he runs over to her and scoops her up in his arms.

“It’s ok sweetheart, daddy’s got you now.” He soothes as he walks away, leaving you coughing on the floor trying to find your breath.

Damn him. Fucking damn him.

You reach for your phone and send a quick text to your friends that the party was cancelled. When they expressed their worries and asked what happened, you didn’t respond back.

As soon as you caught your breath, you go into the bathroom, turning on the light and looking into the mirror. Forming on your neck were bruises in the shape of your fiancée’s fingers, steadily growing darker as time passed by.

The tears that had formed in your eyes earlier fell and you felt yourself sink onto the floor. Covering your mouth with your hand, you finally let yourself cry.

That night, you gently got out of bed and dressed yourself in clothes that would hide your arms and neck. After your fiancée had calmed down, he apologized for what he did to you and cried asking for your forgiveness, which as always, you forgave him.

After putting your daughter to bed, he came up behind you and began to kiss your neck, apologizing over and over while you cleaned the dishes from dinner.

This happens every time. He would have an outburst, hit you, and then beg your forgiveness when he felt horny. So you ended up forgiving and sleeping with him. Today wasn’t any different and you wanted nothing more than to take your daughter and leave.

But you couldn’t do that to him. He loved his daughter more than anything and despite how horrible he is to you, he’s an amazing and wonderful father. Emma is his entire world and she loves her father very much.

Your friends and family have told you that it wasn’t healthy for her to be raised in an environment where you were being abused. You knew it. But you just couldn’t take her away from him so long as he never laid a hand on her. And a part of you felt like he knew that.

Leaving to go to the convenience store, you thought back on when you were laying underneath your fiancée. He kept whining about how much he wanted another child, a sibling for Emma. You weren’t ready for another child just yet. Not with him at least. So while you took birth control to prevent another pregnancy that would result in you being stuck even more than you already were. Yet another reason that would make you feel the need to stay.

As you entered the convenience store, you bought a pregnancy test and water. You couldn’t bring yourself to take it at home, so you took it in the store restroom. Even with birth control, there was always the chance that you could become pregnant still and while you didn’t experience any symptoms with your daughter, you found yourself becoming nauseated as the days went on, so you were worried. You couldn’t let your fiancée find out because then you’d end up underneath him every night to make sure you would become pregnant. You were thankful that you kept your birth control a secret from him, feigning an illness when you received the implant so you would never be worried. Unfortunate for you that you were.

As you washed your hands in the sink, you thought back to 7 years ago.

You walked along the halls of your high school after school while you waited for your brother, Alexis Ness, to finish practice. He asked for you to wait for him so that the two of you could go home together…after accompanying his friend Michael. You were supposed to stay near the field, but you got bored watching the guys kick a ball around. Or the one man who believed he was better than the rest, even your brother.

Not wanting to watch your brother subject himself to be treated like a dog, you snuck away during a play.

You love your brother, you absolutely do. He was just very protective of you. If anyone thought he was serious about Michael, it was worse with you. He wouldn’t hesitate to threaten any guy who came up to you, good intentions or bad. It made dating hard and you wanted to be able to experience your first boyfriend. Hell, you’d take a first date.

Passing by the classrooms lost in your thoughts, you felt a hand grab your arm and pull you backwards and into a hard body. Looking up behind you, you met the owner of the hand and body, who looked to be a couple of inches taller than your brother and he had an attractive smile.

Letting you go, he stepped back and rubbed the back of his neck while you turned around to face him, keeping silent. You didn’t know who he was but you guessed he had to find a workaround to talk to you since your brother scared away just about every guy in your grade.

“Sorry.” He apologized. “I saw you and didn’t know how else to get your attention without alerting your brother.”

You were right.

“It’s ok.” You responded, giving a smile. “My brother can be scary when he wants to be.”

He laughed and the sound of his laughter made your heart flutter.

“Yeah, he’s never said anything to me, but I’ve heard a lot of stories so I figured my best bet to talk to you was to wait until you were alone. N-Not that I was following you or anything, I was in the faculty office.”

Your smile widened.

“Uh huh. Sure.” You teased.

It felt nice talking to him. While your experience with talking to guys was limited to your brother, this conversation felt easy.

“I was wondering if you wanted to go out sometime?” He asked.

You glanced over at where the football field was to see if practice was still ongoing. It looked like everyone was starting to disperse causing you to feel nervous. Once Alexis saw that you weren’t around, he was going to lecture you.

Looking back at the man in front of you, you nodded.

“Sure! Sounds fun!” You agreed, taking out your phone and handing it to him so that he could add his number.

As soon as he handed you your phone, it began ringing as if Alexis knew that your phone had been handed off to someone. You immediately answered and waved goodbye before you turned and walked towards the field.

“What’s up Alexi?” You greeted.

“Y/N where are you? I told you to stay near the field. What if someone kidnapped you while you weren’t around?!” Alexis lectured in a panicked voice.

Rolling your eyes, you exited the building only to find your brother running around in a panic while Michael was watching him in amusement. Laughing, you waved to get his attention. Alexis looked at you and ran as quickly as he could, enveloping you in a hug that caused you to groan when he body slammed you. Alexis leaned back and held your cheeks in his hands and it was evident he teared up from worry.

“Alexi, I'm fine. I got bored.” You explained. “So I was in the halls.”

“What if a pervert found you? Like one of the teachers?” Alexis responded with furrowed brows.

A chuckle was heard behind you as Michael appeared, which caused you to furrow your brows and glare at him.

“Let her be, Ness. You can’t ask her to sit there every day and expect her to not be bored.” Michael said, giving you one of his signature smiles, which caused you to roll your eyes.

Alexis dropped his hands and smiled at Michael, his cheeks tinted pink.

“You’re right! I can’t be overprotective all the time, especially during practice when I need to focus on giving you a great pass.”

You inwardly groan.

It was that day that brought you to your current predicament. That guy that was shy and sweet is now your abusive fiancée.

You were aware of his anger problems, especially mixed with his narcissism since back then. But he never laid a hand on you until right before you broke up.

It was a stupid argument that was so stupid you couldn’t even remember what it was about. But whatever it was about caused him to give you one good slap to your face. You held your hand to your cheek and stared at him in disbelief before you broke up with him and ran off.

You were scared Alexis would find out so you avoided going home for a while until you were sure your brother would be in his room.

What you didn’t expect was to run into Michael Kaiser. He had exited a coffee shop and you ended up walking into him because you weren’t paying attention; you just wanted to get away.

His trademark smile formed as soon as he saw you, but it faded just as quickly as it appeared. His brows furrowed and he gently placed his hand on your chin, tilting your head to the side to look at the fresh red mark on your face. Tears threatened to fall as he stayed quiet.

“Please don’t tell Alexi…” You whispered.

“Give me one reason why.” Michael answered sternly. “Or better yet, give me the name of the person who did this to you, liebling.”

Your eyes widened. You had never seen this reaction off of Michael. He had always had a carefree attitude. Looking away from him, you moved his hand away.

“I just know how protective he is of me. It was just a silly argument and even then, I broke up with him.” You bit your bottom lip as the tears formed in your eyes once again.

Michael stared at you not saying a word. It felt suffocating to you and you just wanted to run off. You didn’t even like this man but the simple action of him getting angry on your behalf caused butterflies in your stomach. It felt like an eternity passed before you heard Michael sigh as if he’d come to a conclusion in his head and didn’t like the thought.

“Alright, I won’t tell Ness.” He said.

You looked at Michael, the shock evident on your face. This was something else you didn’t know about him. You were sure he was going to tell your brother. He definitely seemed like the type who would at least hold it over your head.

“In return,” He said, gently taking some of your hair and bringing it to his lips. His usual smile on his face as he looked directly into your eyes.

Oh boy. You were tired of being right.

“Let me treat you today. You need to see how a real man treats a woman.”

Despite the disgust you felt, your cheeks were tinted pink.

Sighing, you recognized your utter defeat. If you didn’t do what he said, he would tell your brother. You would rather deal with him than the wrath of your brother.

“Fine.” You answered in a monotone.

Michael chuckled and winked before letting your hair fall.

“Braves Mädchen.”

It took everything in you to not roll your eyes at his response even when it made your chest tighten. You would never admit he had his charms. He annoyed you to no end.

Michael had successfully distracted you from that day and you were able to move on. Then 3 years ago, your ex came back into the picture.

Because you originally blocked him after that breakup, he couldn’t get in contact with you and as soon as he saw you at random, he got on his knees and apologized.

When you decided to hear him out, he told you after he hit you, he realized his anger was out of control and he went to therapy to better himself. He told you he had changed and missed you.

So you took him back.

And you saw that he did change. His anger was controlled around you and he treated you much better.

Until the day he proposed after your daughter was born.

Sighing at the memory, you picked up the pregnancy test and looked at the results: negative. You felt a wave of relief wash over you, not realizing how much tension your body was holding during those few minutes.

Throwing away the test, you exited the bathroom and rubbed the bridge of your nose before colliding into someone. You really need to pay attention.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” You apologize without looking at the person.

“Liebling?” A familiar voice called out, causing you to immediately look up and find the familiar blonde in front of you.

“Michael?” You breathed.

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not to be a whore but i’ve been thinking about ellie putting brat!reader in check and..

like just think about pushing ellie’s buttons, she’s been so busy on patrol & you haven’t been getting the attention that she knows that you need. so of course, you act out.

arguing with every command that she gives you, questioning her judgement.

“are you sure that’s how that goes? cause i don’t think so.”

going in public with your pretty skirts on & no panties on under it, giving ellie an eyeful every time you subtly “adjust yourself”.

say you were both at seth’s, ellie staying and leaning against the bar as she nurses her drink, still watching you. meanwhile you’re dancing with everybody. for no other reason than to piss ellie off, you know how she feels about people’s hands on what’s hers.

that just fuels you forward, making sure that their hands are the tiniest place from being too far, letting gazes linger, and touches linger even longer. all while you’re constantly checking and making sure ellie can see you, after all you don’t want this to be for nothing.

and it’s not. when you leave ellie is tense, you can feel it rolling off her in waves. you attempt to hold her hand as you both walk out into the night but she shrugs you off. your lips drop into a pout and you halt your footsteps, crossing your hands over your chest as she walks a few steps before stopping where she stands.

she sighs and curses under her breath, really not in the mood for this. you try to tamper down your little smirk when she comes and stands in front of you, irritation written all over her face.

your knees falter when her hand tangles into your hair and she drops her head to your ear and whispers, “i didn’t think your little stunts today were cute so i suggest you start fuckin’ walking.”

[midnxght-sweet-time]

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[kpislby]

A love never to forget

parings: bf/ex bf!riki x fem!reader

synopsis: After a sudden and unexplained breakup, Riki struggles with the emotional fallout and the absence of closure. As he grapples with his grief and searches for answers, a surprising discovery forces him to confront his pain and find a new path forward.

genre: angst

warnings: death of character, mental health, grief and loss, i think that's all but let me know if there is more i left out !!

the sounds of rain echoed through the room, constant noise that filled the silence between them. y/n sat on the edge of the bed, hands clenched in her lap, looking down at the floor.

riki was pacing around the room, trying to piece together how they had ended up here, in this moment, when everything had seem fine just days ago.

“what now?” his voice cracked, but he didn’t care. “you can’t just walk away like this, not without a reason.” ..more under the cut

y/n flinched, her fingers tightening together, but she didn’t look up, “i need space,” she whispered, the words fragile and brittle, like she’d rehearsed them a thousand times but never believed them.

his chest tightened, frustration bubbling to the surface. “space? from what? from us?” he knelt in front of her, searching for any sign of the girl he loved, the girl who, just a week ago, had been laughing beside him like nothing was wrong.

but now, she was a stranger. distant. cold.

“you’re not telling me everything” he said softly “i know you, and i know when you’re hiding something from me y/n”

her breath hitched, and for a moment, he thought she was going to break, to tell him the truth. but she swallowed hard, closing her eyes as if it took every ounce of strength to hold her self together.

“i’m sorry riki, i really am” she murmured. “i just- i cant do this anymore”

y/n looked up at him, the tears clung to her lashes, trembling like they, too, were afraid to fall.

riki’s breath hitched, he hated seeing her like this. but what he hated more was not being able to comfort her.

he longed to reach out, to pull her close and ease her pain, but his hands remained frozen at his sides. helpless, he watched the love of his life unravel before him, hurting in ways he couldn’t understand.

she rose slowly, her gaze lingering on him like a memory she wished she could forget. Every step felt like a betrayal as she gathered her things, her heart breaking with each quiet movement.

“baby please” his voice cracked, raw with desperation as she neared the door. “don’t do this,” he whispered, tears tracing down his cheeks. “i love you”

i love you… those three words shattered her. she wanted to turn back, to let his love pull her in one last time, but she couldn’t. not now. not when leaving was the only way to save him from the agony that laid ahead.

with a final glance, she ran—out of his apartment, out of his life—tears falling freely as she disappeared into the night, hoping he could one day forget her, even if she would never forget him.

fast forward three months

riki was laid in bed, staring at the ceiling. the familiar hum of the city outside seemed more depressing than ever. sleepless nights became a norm, each one blending into the next with an unrelenting blur of darkness. The echoes of their last conversation replayed in his mind, a broken record that was played on loop constantly.

he had tried so hard to distract himself—immersing in work or losing himself whilst dancing to loud music. yet, nothing seemed to help. his heart still left broken, nothing being able to tape his heart together again.

each attempt to escape only led him back to the same agonizing question: why did she leave? the absence of closure tearing him into pieces, like an endless void, leaving him relentless and hollow.

deperate for relief, riki talked to the ones he trusted most. they would tell him time would heal, but he found it hard to believe. the void she left behind felt too great to overcome, and the journey to move on seemed as impossible as the answers he sought.

one day, riki couldn’t handel the unknown anymore, he needed answers.

he reached out to all of their mutual friends, looked up her socials, did everything he could think of

nothing

he spent hours searching for answers, only to be met with silence. exhausted, he decided to continue his search for answers later, hope for a glimmer of resolution.

a few days later

riki visited his grandmother’s grave, a sanctuary where he sought solace. his grandmother had practically raised him, having been his rock when his parents were absent. her passing last year had torn a gaping hole in his heart, a wound that the recent breakup had only worsened.

sitting next to her tombstone, he cried silently, his shoulders shaking with each sob. “Why? Why does this world hate me so much?” he whispered, his voice breaking with every word.

after hours of crying and cursing the world for being so cruel, he looked up, his eyes red and puffy, only to notice a small kitten nuzzling against him. he extended a trembling hand, careful not to frighten the tiny creature. “hey, little guy,” he murmured, gently petting the kitten. the kitten, after a moment, pulled away and wandered toward a nearby tombstone. curiosity piqued, riki followed.

the kitten meowed softly, urging him closer.

when riki approached the tombstone, he was struck dumb. the name etched into the stone sent a chill down his spine:

y/n l/n

2005 - 2024

forever in our hearts, your love and kindness will never be forgotten

his breath came in ragged gasps as he tried to comprehend the gravestone’s message. a mix of disbelief and agony overwhelmed him. he sank to his knees, his hands gripping the grass as if it might anchor him to reality

a thousand thoughts collided in his mind, each more painful than the last.

as he sat there, tears streaming down his face, he noticed the kitten once more. it meowed once more. it meowed softly, brushing against his leg before settling beside the grave. riki reached out, his hand trembling as he stroked the little creature’s fur. the comfort of the kitten’s presence was a small solace amidst the storm of his grief.

riki felt a sudden weight lifting from him. it was as if the kitten was offering a tiny measure of peace, a gentle reminder that life, despite cruelty, continued to hold moments of tenderness. the simple act of connection helped him feel less alone in sorrow.

after a long time, he rose unsteadily to his feet, his heart heavy but his resolve strengthening. he knew y/n sent him this small form of comfort.

The pain will always be there, but perhaps it could be woven into something meaningful–a reminder of the love they once shared and the lessons learned.

riki glanced once last time at y/n’s grave, his heart aching but also filled with a newfound sense of purpose. he knew that her death would forever shape his, but he was determined to carry forward her kindness and warmth, to live in a way that would make her proud.

as he walked away from the graveyard, the rain had stopped, and the first hints of dawn began to break through the clouds. the city, once a backdrop of despair, now felt like a canvas for a new beginning. the path ahead was uncertain, but riki took a first step with a fragile hope that, though scarred, he could find a way to heal and to remember her with love rather than just pain.

sooo… did you guys like it?!? hahahaha sorry riki stannssss, i wanted to make an angst fic and riki came ti minddddd. i love you guysss !! thank you so much for reading ❤️

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the pink bows you wore. . . (WIP)

a/n: this is a work in progress.. it's been a lil bit since i posted smt, and i can't really figure out an ending yet soooo lmk what u think.😭🙈

synopsis: after a fatal accident, the memories of your lover seemed to have faded.

cw: character-color-trope, angst/hurt w barely any comfort, fem reader, tighnari x readerrr, i've never written for him before so bare with me please🙏🏾

a/n pt2: TY TO MY MUTUALS WHO HELPED ME CHOOSE!! @mwahkazu & @sl-vega 🫶🏾

TIGHNARI had never been so distraught as he sat at your hospital-bed side. His ears were dropped, his eyes a little puffy and red, it seemed like he'd just finished crying for the nth time this week.

as you laid there, all he was left with was his thoughts, and the occasional beep of the heart monitor; which seemed to ease his worries a tiny bit. at least he knows you're alive.

if someone were to ask him what happened, all he could say was "an accident."

"an accident?" he'd say to no one in particular when the interaction was done, and he was once again alone.

more like tragedy, he thought, face palming himself. even though it had been a week, he could remember the incident like it was yesterday.

"'nari!!" you exclaimed, waving at him from the top of the akademiya stairs. you were visiting because of an event for former students, and you decided to bring him as you plus one.

he greeted you with his usual smile, waving right back at you.

as you ran down the stairs to greet him officially, all you could hear was a "watch out!" before you were falling.

falling. it was all you could register before the world went black.

he couldn't stop thinking about it. you falling, and him not being able to run fast enough to catch you.

the wounds on your head were fatal, was one of the only things he remembered from the doctor's report about your condition.

he couldn't help but blame himself for them, even though it was his fault.

if i was faster, maybe i could've caught her, he thinks, feeling like he was going to cry again.

he then sighed, shaking his head. he knows you wouldn't want him thinking like that but he can't help it.

you looked so pretty up there with your sun-dress and pink bows tangled in your hair and around your outfit.

your smile was bright like the sun, you looked so happy till it happened.

the bows nestled ever-so-gently in his hand were the only things that gave him an ounce of hope.

hope that you'd wake up, and that you'd forget this thing even happened.

and he'd happily place them back in your hair.

but it seems that fate had other plans for him.

you groaned, opening your eyes, and slowly blinking to adjust to the dim hospital light.

you felt a slight pain in your head as you lifted your head up to see something—or rather someone on your bed.

who is this?, you thought, and decided to speak up. you coughed to get his attention.

"um, who are you?" your voice was hoarse, and some parts of the sentence came out a bit higher in tone than you liked it.

when the stranger looked up at you, he looked like he'd seen a ghost.

to your dismay, he didn't answer you question, and immediately rushed out the room.

you sat there and blinked, until the door opened again, and a person who you presumed was a doctor, and the stranger walked in again.

in the course of a few minutes you were bombarded with questions from the doctor, which you tried to answer to the best of your ability.

the stranger seemed to know most of the answers better than you. like "what's your name," birthday, etc.

it didn't bother you that much though, since your were supposedly waking up from a coma, and you didn't really feel like going the extra mile to recall details.

when the doctor finally finished their verbal analysis, they left the two of you alone.

"[name]! i can't believe you're-!" you cut him off as he engulfed you into a hug.

"uh," you started, stiffening at the sudden contact.

"i don't think you heard me but, who are you?" you finally asked, pulling away from the hug.

"what.." his voice barely above a whisper.

remember this is a WIP,, so abrupt ending for now🙈

[beforeimdeceased]

DARK CONTENT! ⚠︎ abuse, stalking, manipulation, gaslighting, and rough sex. please do not read if you are sensitive to such topics.

toxic!dina asking “do you want me to slow down?” and you nearly choking from croaking “no” so fast. barely letting it be a thought. her pace in unforgiving, continuously hitting that soft spot inside you. all you can do is cry out in pleasure. her hands have found themselves on your waist, her tongue latched to your nipple. licking circles that send waves of pleasure throughout your entire body.

you’re actually crying now, real tears. it feels so good and you know it’s about to end as you get closer and closer to your peak. you shake underneath her and she helps you ride out the wave then holds you close.

“has anybody else ever made you feel like that?” she’ll ask. eyes almost pleading you to say no. you shake your head and smile at her. “no, you’re the only one.”

but she thinks your lying and dina hates liars. she hates dishonesty. she values loyalty. she’ll spend the entire day thinking about it. on the car ride to the movies, on the car ride back home, and when you finally make it through the doors. she just can’t help but bring it up. “i know that other people have fucked you before.”

and you sigh as you take your shoes off. “dina baby, what are you talking about? what’s the matter hun?” but she can barely get the words out because she a sobbing mess on the floor. you go to comfort her, wrapping her in your arms, and it takes three minutes of that to get her to calm down.

“i’m sorry, i just love you so much. i don’t like thinking of you ever leaving me or being with somebody else.” and you’ll kiss each of her cheeks twice before wrapping your arms around her neck and placing your foreheads together. “i’m not going anywhere, okay?”

the true convincing is done in the bedroom. you’ll have her ride your fingers, tell you how good it feels to have you inside her. trail hickies down her neck and marvel at the delicious sounds she makes. feel her get wetter around you until she’s made a mess of your fingers. dripping down your palms and onto your lap. you take the moment to kiss her earlobe and whisper, “you’re all mine.” in her ear, and that pushes her over the edge.

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