#now i understand what they mean when they say he's the loudest

[lesbikaiser]

Thoughts about size kink!nagi first time with u but he doesn't know that hes huge >_<

alright how did you get access to my wip's AND my thoughts... literally ive been thinking about it for so long and got a lot of drafts

this is kinda short and rushed because i plan to write something more detailed but really wanted to answer your ask so! look forward to it i guesssss

nagi is a virgin, you can't change my mind. size kink? what's that? he doesn't know shit about sex except for the basics, so he doesn't really understand your reaction when you first see his dick. is it big? oh yeah he has heard his friends talking about dick sizes but he never was the one to pay it any mind, neither was he the one to actually measure his, so he's just been living with that massive thing without even knowing.

when you tell him it's not gonna fit, he doesn't really gets it. what do you mean? he has to thrust his dick inside you, that's how things are meant to go, right? so why are you squirming away from him? why does he need to go slow?

he really doesn't understand a single thing. when he bottoms out there are literal tears in your eyes as you tell him to wait, you're taking deep breaths and look already overwhelmed even though he hasn't fucked you yet, your cunt so tight around him it might make him cum already. and when he does start moving, pelvis snapping against yours slowly and his cock reaching so deep inside you that his tip is literally kissing your cervix, you are wiggling your hips out of his grip and crawling up on the bed to get closer to the headboard, really seeming to be pulling away from him and it just doesn't make sense. you were the one who asked for it, so why are you trying to run?

obviously, his huge hands don't let you move any further, your pussy feels so good and he really wants to fuck you now, it's not a hassle anymore as when he first thought about it. so there he is, grabbing your waist tightly as he drags his dick in and out of you, you're a babbling mess and he can't make out what you're saying, you look like you aren't even there, lips parted letting the loudest moans come out and eyes rolled back, not a single thought in your mind other than nagi's dick ripping you apart.

oh, what's that bulge on your stomach...?

[dominiks]

nico in today's inside training video

[thef1diary]

Little Big Fan | Fifteen

— Little Big Aftermath [aka the end]

Series Masterlist

wc: 3k

we’ve made it to the end guys! I just have to say I never thought I’d complete this story and that too fifteen parts of it but to all those who read it and motivated me to keep writing, thank you. While it is the end of the official story, I will continue to take requests for blurbs on specific scenes you’d like to see. However, there won’t be a set posting date on these blurbs, it’ll be out whenever it’s requested and completed. Once again, thank you so much for those who were here since the first chapter, and here’s to more fic series in the future. P.S lemme know if you want to be tagged in the blurbs.

Your frown grew deeper as you turned in the direction your daughter had pointed, unfortunately spotting Tyler. Luckily, he wasn't looking at you two since he was focusing on the podium celebrations about to happen.

"I didn't know daddy was here, mama." Picking Isabella up, you shook your head, "I didn't know either, angel, but let's focus on Max for now okay?"

She gave a nod of agreement and applauded for the drivers, Oscar and Lando in particular, who finished second and third in the race. She did, however, cheer the loudest when Max, as he has done after almost every race this season, stepped onto the top step of the podium.

He was having trouble finding you and Isabella right away in the crowd, and you could see the slightest frown forming on his face until a smile emerged when he succeeded, connecting his gaze with yours.

Isabella giggled as Max held his hand up to wave at her before blowing a kiss in the air in your direction. His behaviour drew Lando and Oscar's attention to you as well, with the former driver rolling his eyes at Max jokingly and Oscar smiling at the interaction.

However, you didn't realize that someone else was also looking at you because your gaze didn't waver away from Max.

The champagne bottles were popped, and this time Isabella was awake to see it all, watching with fascination as it was the first time she was able to see it in person. "I wanna do that, mama," she pointed at the drivers spraying the alcoholic drink, soaking each other's race suits while laughing. "Maybe when you're older, Bella."

"When I'm 7?" She asked, and you chuckled, "a little more than that, sweetheart."

Once the celebrations were over, a huge part of the crowd dispersed, the teams resuming to their usual scheduled routines, preparing for post-race debriefs and other meetings. "Where's Maxy going?" Isabella asked, watching as he was led away by someone clad in a RedBull uniform.

"He's a little busy with interviews, but he told me that he'd come back as soon as he's done," you explained, knowing that Max had a post-race conference and a few other duties lined up.

Isabella huffed, "but he won the race." She rested her head on your shoulder for a moment while playing with a strand of your hair—the habit formed back when she was a few months old.

"Yeah he did, which means he's very famous right now and so many people want to talk to him," you explained and while she nodded in understanding, she still pouted, "I wanna talk to him too."

"Why don't we wait for him inside his driver's room?" You asked, turning around when she nodded.

You had almost reached Max's driver room—a place he had suggested for you and Isabella to stay to wait for him, but pausing in a secluded area as a familiar voice called out, "Isabella!" then heard your name as well. Isabella squirmed in your lap, wanting to get down after seeing Tyler walk up to you both. You sighed, knowing that you'd have to stop and chat.

"Tyler," you greeted, and awkwardness hung in the air for two seconds before Isabella decided to speak up. "Daddy, you said you were busy, what are you doing here?"

Despite her hesitance to stay at her father's place, which she still hasn't done since the day she was discharged from the hospital, she frequently spoke to him over the phone.

Unfortunately for him, Isabella rarely forgets promises. While he was busy playing the "good father" role after your ultimatum, he had make false promises, agreeing to everything she asked for without hearing her out properly. In that conversation, she asked about the promise he made of taking her to a race before she had met Max.

While you and Max had taken her once, she still wanted to experience the thrill with her father since he was the one who introduced the sport to her.

He glanced at you, silently asking if he did in fact claim that he was busy, and frowned when you nodded. "Oh Bella, sweetheart, I didn't know that I would have the time to be here, it was an unexpected decision or else I would've brought you along, but you're here anyways!" He tried to uplift her mood, but instead of hanging on to every word he spoke like she used to do, she just shrugged.

Deciding to divert the topic of conversation, Tyler asked, "did you enjoy the race?" He stepped forward, kneeling down to be closer to her but on instinct, Isabella moved away, clutching on to your hand tightly.

He frowned, once again glancing up at you after noticing her behaviour, but you didn't let an ounce of emotion show on your face. "I'm so happy Maxy won!" She exclaimed, her mood improving for a moment as she thought about him.

Standing up to his full height, Tyler looked at you, "why don't we sit and chat for a moment?" Pressing your lips together in a tight smile, you replied, "I don't think that's a good idea."

He scoffed, then shrugged, "fine, have it your way like always." You were not in the mood to indulge his stupid comments which would eventually lead to an argument, in fact you were here to enjoy the weekend with your boyfriend who you dearly missed in this moment.

His eyes widened briefly when you didn't respond to his comment, wondering how you changed so much in a matter of a few weeks that you couldn't care less about him anymore.

"Hey Bella, why don't you show daddy the caps that you got?" You prompted another topic, that Isabella quickly agreed to. Tyler's gaze remained on you for a moment, understanding that you truly had no intention on speaking to him longer than necessary. The conversations you did have were only necessary due to your daughter, but even those texts and calls started becoming less and less frequent.

Isabella took off her Red Bull cap, which had autographs from Max and Checo, to expose a Ferrari cap with two more signatures from Charles and Carlos, and then a McLaren cap that undoubtedly featured two signatures from Oscar and Lando. She caught up to Lando and Charles, who had given her their hats earlier, as well as their teammates, to obtain signatures. She then wanted to get autographs on her RedBull cap as well. When she asked Max and Checo, they chuckled with the latter claiming she had them all at her beck and call, but they nevertheless signed the cap.

Isabella ended up stacking all three caps on her head because she couldn't choose which one best matched with her outfit. She began explaining the story behind the signatures, and Tyler intently listened, asking a few questions in between as well.

"And then-" Isabella's gaze wandered off, eyes lighting up in excitement as she spotted, "-Maxy!"

Without any hesitation she ran up to him, colliding with him as she tried to wrap her arms around him, earning a low, "oof" from him.

Picking her up and settling her on his hip, holding her up with one arm, he held up his other hand that had a medal hanging from it. Max placed the medal around Isabella's neck, which he received on the podium earlier along with his trophy. "We won, princess," he commented, smiling as wide as she did.

She held both of her hands up, imitating the action Max did as he held his trophy on the podium, causing him to laugh. You watched the interaction with a smile on your face, and could hear their laughter from a few feet away.

Walking towards you as Max was initially planned on doing, he noticed a man next to you, which based on your descriptions was Tyler. He decided to overlook him for now, instead greeting you with a kiss to your cheek.

Tyler held his hand out, "great race, congratulations on the championship. I'm a huge fan by the way." Max, nodded politely, still holding Isabella in his arms but shaking his hand nonetheless. "Thank you," he prompted, waiting for the man to introduce himself to confirm his suspicions.

"Oh, so you're Tyler." Max glanced at you for a moment, watching as you tried to hide your smile behind your hands because of his antics. "Why do you say it like it's a bad thing?" He questioned, and Max was quick to retort, "well, it's not really the best thing now is it?"

"I don't understand," he trailed off, and your boyfriend shrugged, "I figured you wouldn't understand, it's okay," he patted Tyler's shoulder in faux consolation. You had to take a step back so Tyler wouldn't see your expression, placing a hand over your mouth to muffle your laugh.

Tyler was quick to catch on to the condescending tone Max spoke with, looking at you—after you composed yourself fortunately. "So what, you get invited to one race and you guys are best friends now?" He asked, a hint of jealousy you were familiar with revealed in his tone.

"More like she's my girlfriend and they're here to support me," Max clarified. Tyler looked at Max, then Isabella, finally understanding why she was always so enamoured by him.

He scoffed, "oh great, enjoy my sloppy seconds then mate, I will warn you though, it's not worth it because a few months later she'll show you a positive pregnancy test and force you to be a father."

Your jaw dropped, instantly responding, "in front of my daughter?" You glanced at Isabella who was in fact hearing all the words spoken, only frowning due to yours and Max's expressions as she didn't understand the full context of the words her father had said, just knowing that it wasn't good.

Max wiped his hand over his mouth, jaw clenching while his warm gaze turned cold within seconds. "Apologize, now," he instructed, trying to hold himself back from causing a fight.

"Now why would I do that? It's true." Max placed Isabella back on her feet who quickly shuffled over to you, standing behind your legs. "How dare you stand here claiming to be my fan yet talk shit about the person I love?" The driver placed his hand on Tyler's shoulder again, but this time you could see the fear bubbling up in his eyes as his grip tightened.

Still, Tyler managed to scoff, "love? Bold claims there. Sorry to break it to you but she's probably just with you for your mon-" he couldn't finish his sentence because he was punched square in the jaw by your boyfriend.

"Max!" You shrieked, and watching the interaction, Isabella held on to your hands tightly with tears welling up in her eyes. You picked her up again, noticing that Tyler was fuming in anger. "Gonna fucking sue you for that," he spit out some blood, but Max only shrugged, "try me."

Fortunately, you guys were stood in between the team motorhomes, which meant you were slightly hidden away from public eye due to the buildings covering the scene.

Readying himself for another punch if needed, you shook your head, "it's not worth it, Max."

"Yeah Max, listen to your girlfriend," he taunted, angering you in the process. "Will you ever shut up?" You shot back. Max glanced at Isabella who had hid her face in the crook of your neck, arms wrapped around you. Although he couldn't see her face, he guessed that her eyes were tightly shut.

Nodding as a silent agreement with Max, you decided to walk away from the scene as you didn't want to expose Isabella to any more of this argument than what she has already heard. Glancing at Max once more, you hoped that your expression was indicating something along the lines of, "don't do anything too bad."

However, you could hear Max's words as he began speaking to Tyler, "listen here you little shit..." but you didn't stick around to hear the entire conversation, smiling to yourself knowing that Tyler would finally be put into his place—that too by his favourite driver.

Finally entering his driver's room, you sat down on the couch sighing in relief. Isabella was still in your lap and you ran your hand up and down her back in a soothing motion because you could feel her sniffling against you. "Bella," you murmured, wanting to see her adorable face.

"I'm so sorry you had to see that, sweetheart." You kissed her head before brushing your hand through her hair. You heard her mumble but didn't catch her words, "what was that?"

She lifted her head to look at you, and you frowned seeing the tears staining her cheeks. "Why is daddy so mean? I don't like him."

"Some people are just mean for no reason, and unfortunately, your daddy is one of them," you explained, no longer covering for him knowing that after what Isabella witnessed, she wouldn't want to be near him no matter what you said.

She frowned but didn't respond, leaning her head against your shoulder again. You didn't disturb her peace, knowing that after the eventful day, she needed some quiet time.

Max entered the room a few minutes later, and he smiled to greet you but it fell flat. He pointed at Isabella, then put his thumbs up to silently ask if she was okay, but you shrugged.

"What did you say to him?" You asked, knowing that whatever conversation followed probably wasn't kind. "I told him that I'd ban him from future races if I saw him anywhere near you or Bella, and he left."

You knew that it probably wasn't that easily done, but you didn't ask for more details.

You had thought Isabella fell asleep since she hadn't moved in a while, nor could you see her face, but she lifted her head up to look at Max once she heard some shuffling about in the room.

He paused as soon as his gaze connected with hers, unsure of how to initiate a conversation because he did literally punch her father. Isabella wiggled off your lap, and both you and Max thought that she would walk away further into the room so her next action surprised you both. Running towards Max, she held her arms out, engulfing him in a hug.

"You're better than my dad, Maxy," she muttered, and he audibly sighed, the stress wrinkles on his face disappearing while wrapping his own arms around her smaller frame.

"Thank you, princess," he whispered back, and she pulled back to kiss his cheek. Isabella looked back at you, smiling when she saw you smile as well. "Thank you for taking care of my mama," your daughter told Max, and his heart warmed at her words. "Always."

The ring of your phone interrupted the beautiful sight in front of you, but your eyes widened when you saw that it was your mother calling. As soon as you pick it up, you're greeted by hearing your full name.

"Hi, mum," you stood up and walked further away just in case you were about to get a scolding although you had no idea what you could've possibly done. "Why didn't you tell me?" She asked.

"Tell you what?" You answered with a question of your own, knowing that she could be referring to anything at the moment. "That you have a boyfriend."

Your mouth dropped open, "how do you know that?" She chuckled, "because a friend of mine called me and told me that she just watched you kiss someone on live television, some racer guy."

Covering your mouth with your hand, you thought back to the moment Max kissed you in front of the huge crowd after getting out of his car, and of course there had to be cameras capturing the moment. "Max, he's a Formula 1 driver," you explained.

"Wait, the same Max that Bella talks about?" You hummed, "the same one."

"I'm glad you finally moved on from your daughter's father, but I'm also sad that you didn't tell me sooner and I looked foolish because I didn't know until my friend told me about it."

"I'm sorry, I didn't think my relationship would be broadcasted live. Plus, I think the chapter with Tyler is finally over, for both me and Isabella."

"That's good to hear, she doesn't deserve a father like him. Is Max good to you?"

"He's the best to both of us, she lights up with joy every time she sees him." Your mother hummed as she heard your response, "then me and your father have to meet him one day."

You heard some laughter in the next room where Max and Isabella were, and you smiled at your mother's words, "I hope we can come by soon, I'd love to introduce him to you and dad."

After saying goodbyes and promises to meet soon, you returned to the room Max and Isabella were in, pausing in the doorway at the sight in front of you. Just like how Isabella was sitting in your lap earlier with her head against your shoulder, she did the same to Max.

You were about to make your presence known when you heard your daughter's question. "Maxy, why do you call me princess?"

Max's gaze found yours, always finding you whether you were standing in the corner of the room or in a crowd. "Because your mama is the queen," he responded casually, as if he was stating a fact.

Isabella lifted her head, "does that make you the king?" He shrugged, "I guess it does."

She giggled, "and does that mean we get a happily ever after like the storybooks?" Max reached his hand out towards you, asking you to join them which you obliged to easily.

"Ours is better than the storybooks," he stated, placing a kiss on Isabella's forehead before pecking your lips briefly.

The End.

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[back2bluesidex]

Closer To You - JJK (18+)

Pairing: Rich, spoilt brat!Jeongguk X Doctor! Reader

Theme: Angst, smut, kinda yandere if you squint, toxic relationship au.

Wordcount: 1k+

Summary: You know that you and Jeongguk are completely different individuals from every possible aspect, and there is no future of this relationship but you can’t push him away, not when he only wants to come closer to you.

Warnings: Angst, heavy language, swearing, not super explicit sex, jeongguk is kinda mean, he refuses to wear a condom (don't do the same), obsessive behavior, hints of class difference, kinda dirty talk, reader is trying hard to push him away but he won't budge. NSFW!!

Minors are not allowed in this blog!!

Listened to Closer To You by Jungkook.

It feels weird to enter your own apartment. 

Your skin crawls underneath the heavy trench coat, as if your sixth sense is telling you that there’s something or someone waiting patiently for you inside. 

Your suspicion is confirmed when you see his silhouette prominent against the bright backdrop of your otherwise dark apartment window. 

He sits still, patiently. His eyes are focused on something you can’t tell due to the darkness. 

“What are you doing here?” you finally let your breath go and you didn’t even know you were holding it on for so long. 

You turn on the lights, slip out of your shoes and coat and walk towards the couch where he is sitting currently. He turns his head to look at you. 

“Why? Expected someone else?” Jeongguk stands up on his toes and takes a few steps towards where you are standing. 

His dark jeans, dark shirt and dark expression, everything complements the dark aura he is oozing right now. But he looks beautiful regardless. 

You scoff, “Is it not justified for me to expect anyone but you? Especially when you are the one who has been ignoring me for two weeks and three days to be precise?” 

“You fucking ditched me during the party, Y/N! You made me a look like fool before my friends just because you got called at work! How would you treat me if you were in my shoes?” Jeongguk screams at your face. His height looms over your small figure. The weight of his gaze intimidates you but you know how to shake that off. 

He is angry, you know. But you also know that his anger is not justified. 

“I would have understood, Jeongguk.” you pause, taking a few steps away from him, “you need to understand that I lead a completely different life. I don’t have time to waste sipping champagne wearing over-expensive silk dresses. I am a doctor! And I need to sacrifice my personal time for the sake of my patients! If you can’t get that in your head, if you can’t respect what I do then just fuck off! Let’s break the fuck up!” 

Your voice feels hoarse instantly. You have hardly ever screamed so much. This is so unlike you, you can’t recognize yourself. Jeongguk really pulls out the worst of you. 

Jeongguk scoffs, then he is grinning and then he is laughing at the loudest possible volume, “What? What did you say? You are going to what- break up with me?” 

You hate this side of your boyfriend. 

When you first met him at the hospital, he had minor scratches and a set of big puppy eyes. When he cutely told you how he fell down while snowboarding, you couldn’t help smiling. 

Only if you knew he is just like other rich brats sporting a “I want it, I get it” attitude, you would have resisted his bunny smile and big doe eyes, you would have stayed professional when he asked for your number, you would have turned him down when he asked you out. But now you are here, 8 months into this relationship with Chaebol Jeon Jeongguk, standing on the verge of the end because you just can’t stand being with him anymore. 

“Jeongguk please… Please just stop treating me like a possession. I am not your shiny new car. I am a human being! If you don’t love me, just- just let me go.” your voice comes out weaker than it should. Even though it has only been 8 months, even though Jeongguk is not the most ideal boyfriend, even though you two have hell and heaven difference between you, you still fell for him regardless. And you know it’s a mistake because there is no way you are more than just a fancy doctor girlfriend for him. It hurts but you know rationality is more important than your feelings right now. 

You are so busy gathering your own wits that you don’t notice the heartbroken expression that takes over Jeongguk’s beautiful face. 

“I- I don’t love you? I don’t treat you like a human?” his voice weavers. The tremble in his words makes you look up at him. 

“No you don’t.” you say briefly. 

“Oh?” his eyes start glistening with moisture and he diverts those away from yours. Running a hand through his hair out of frustration he groans, “then why do you think I am with you?” 

That’s a million dollar question, you don’t know the answer properly. So, you reply with what you think is the most appropriate answer, “it makes you look cool. A normal working class girlfriend to a millionaire chaebol… What a good match!” 

As soon as your answer ends, you see Jeongguk taking fast steps towards you. He grabs you by your neck and pulls your face closer to his. You stumble, being unable to keep up with his actions. 

“I love you, Y/N. You better get that inside your head. I am not letting you go, not now, not ever.” he breathes on your face, pinning you down with a sharp, piercing look in his eyes. 

You don’t know what to feel, not when you see a weird determination in his eyes, not when his mouth is crashing on yours, not when Jeongguk is devouring your lips fervently. 

Minutes pass and you find yourself naked in your bed, with Jeongguk in between your thighs, kissing your mound, licking your clit and saying “I love you” in every interval. 

You don’t know what to feel when he pushes his girthy length inside you but refuses to wear a condom claiming to “shoot his babies inside you”. 

You don’t know if your stomach is filled with butterflies or fear or is it just Jeongguk’s bulge, when he fucks you relentlessly murmuring how much he worships your body, how he wants to fuck you every day after marriage. 

You don’t know whether to kick him out of your apartment or keep him with you forever when he cleans you up, places a kiss on your forehead, tells you that he loves you again and again and gradually falls asleep beside you. 

You only know that you and Jeongguk are completely different individuals from every possible aspect and there is no future of this relationship but you can’t push him away, not when he only wants to come closer to you. 

[emphistic]

Greedy

A/N: requested by @charbunxxi — i did something a little different, lmk if you would rather me repost a more accurate version to your request

The first thing Sukuna thought about after getting off his shift was you. You were the only thing he thought of while working, too. And, on the drive home, he almost crashed his car due to the fact that you were the only thing on his mind.

Some might say he's obsessive. Some might say he's deranged. Some might say he's a man deserving of nothing.

But then there's you, who says he's just a man in love.

He's a man who makes you breakfast and coffee — the way you like it. He's a man who draws you baths and washes your hair. He's a man who carries your bags after having gone shopping — with his card, obviously. He's a man who arrives at the apartment and — even then, still looks for home. He's a man who looks for you.

However, this time — unlike all other times, after slipping off his footwear and coat, he is unable to find you.

Maybe you were taking a shower? No. Maybe you were watching TV in the living room? Nope. Maybe you were doing laundry? Not even close.

When Sukuna finally succeeded in his search for you in your shared bedroom, he facepalmed. "'m so fuckin' stupid," he grunts out, as he crawls into bed.

You had fallen asleep while trying — but failing — to stay up in order to greet Sukuna after he returned home from work; but, he had had a longer shift than usual, and forgot to tell you.

He didn't mean to wake you. After all, it's not his fault that your pet cat just had to let out the world's loudest meow, announcing his arrival.

"You've got to be kidding me," he whispered, glaring at the little nuisance laying in the bed, cuddled up in your loving arms. The loving arms where he should be, not some ugly, good-for-nothing feline.

"My bad, baby. Swear, didn't mean to wake you—" He goes in to place a kiss on your cheek, but you simultaneously swerve away from him.

"No," you softly whine, shoving your head into the pillow.

"The fuck you mean 'no'? You seriously gonna deprive me of my well deserved kiss? After working a twelve hour shift?"

"No kisses." You mumble, your voice muffled.

Sukuna blinked at you, once, twice, thrice, until he finally concluded that you weren't just fucking around with him, and you were actually denying him of something totally essential to his well-being.

How was he meant to go on without your kisses? How would he live, breathe, eat, sleep, without your affection?

He tried to remove you from the pillow, but you instantly shoved your face back. "Noo."

"Sweetheart, I love you, y'know that already. And I wouldn't force you to do anything against your will. But, you don't understand, baby. What you're doing is completely and utterly cruel. This is wrong, on so many levels." He tried, again, to peel your face away from the pillow. And he succeeded, this time. But this time, you had a nasty pout on your face.

"You wanna know what's cruel? The fact you haven't showered, and yet, still have the audacity to crawl into bed. I'll have you know, I just replaced the bedsheets, and now here you are — dirtying them up."

"Babe, please—" He started.

"You are stinking up the whole goddamn apartment, Sukuna."

"You don't gotta be this way. We can talk it out."

"Sukuna—"

"C'mon, pretty girl. Just one? For little ol' me?"

You grumbled, but complied, albeit begrudgingly. "Fine, only one. But you have to take a shower after—mmph!"

Sukuna grabbed your face in his hands and tackled you down onto the bed, smashing his lips against yours so zealously that even the cat jumped out of your arms and off the bed.

-

It, indeed, was not just one kiss. But, it wasn't a total loss. Sukuna did end up taking that shower. And he gave you a reason to, as well.

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[normansnt]

Knight in shining armor

(Hazbin Adam x singer!male reader)

(Not my art, idk whose sorry I got it from pinterest but credits to the artist cuz he would SO wear that I cant😭)

Warnings: fist fight

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"FUCK YEAAHHHHHH THATS MY BOYFRIEND MF" yelled Adam to a random person at your concert.

He always did that. Whenever he went to one of your concerts (always, I am not kidding the man has not missed a single one) he yelled to every one of your songs because he knew them inside out and after each song he yelled to someone that you're his boyfriend.

It was sweet in your eyes he was truly your number one fan. However on more than one occasion this has gotten out of hand. Like right now.

Sometimes people get annoyed at his yelling even though it is a rock concert he is still the loudest one. But this time it was different. This time something happened that actually bothered him.

He was yelling about how much he loves you and how you are his boyfriend again when he overheard something that he didn't like.

"For real? That gorgeous singer is dating that flop no fucking way."

"I know right? I gotta say I wouldn't mind hearing the singers voice moaning my-" Adam didn't wait longer to hear the end of the sentence he straight on punched that guy.

"I fucking DARE you to finish that sentence." Adam literally growled. Even though this was heaven, assholes were present here too.

The fight got so big that you had to stop your performance and stop it.

"Adam- Adam stop" you tried to get your boyfriend off of the two guys who he was now fighting.

"Let me go babe, I'm gonna fucking murder those two mother fuckers-"

"Adam, they already had enough you won." You tried arguing with him while you dragged him to your dressing room. The two guys laying on the floor beaten to pulp.

Once you closed the door, the ruckus outside got just a bit quieter and you could finally take a deep breath.

"What happened this time?" You asked your boyfriend while getting the first aid kit and patching him up. He was much better of than the other guys thats true. But he still had some scratches and a black eye.

Adam told you the whole story of what happened and you listened intently while gently putting some alcohol at a deep cut on his nose.

"And then I was like- aww fuck babe warn me next time" he started whining because of the alcohol.

You sighed.

"Listen Adam, I appreciate what you did, those pigs said some disgusting shit and you were a great knight in shining armor but I worked really hard to get this gig and you know that" you said trying to be as gentle as possible.

"Babe, your boyfriend is the fucking Adam, tell me where you want to preform and you'll get in within seconds I can take care of that."

"I know Adam but I really wanna accomplish some things on my own." You sighed again.

Adam knew he fucked up, he sees first hand how much work you put into your music. But he just couldn't help it this is the kind of thing that pisses him off to no end. His first two wives left him for someone else and even though he might act confident he was terrified that you would leave him, too. He didn't want to loose someone he loved so much.

You put your hand on his cheek and made him look at you.

"Hey, its ok I understand." Thats all you needed to say. You knew about Lilith and Eve leaving him. And you knew how insecure he actually felt. You have been dating for almost 6 years now you knew him way too well.

You kissed him to let him know that you weren't mad. He kissed back with enthusiasm, he loved kissing you. It might be true that he has kissed a lot of people before you came along but he always said that you were his favorite kisser of all time. He just loved the feeling of your lips against his.

"(Y/N)...I- listen I mean what I said really, wherever you wanna play I can hook you up."

You chuckled lightly. You knew this was the closest thing you are gonna get out of him as an apology, the man was not good at apologizing. But you already knew that, and loved him nonetheless.

"I know honey I know." You put your forehead on his.

The wholesome moment was interrupted when you both started hearing chanting from outside.

"Is that-?"

"THEY ARE CHANTING YOUR NAME BABY COME ON GET YOUR BRETTY ASS OUT THERE"

And there he was again, your stupid boyfriend.

You laughed an snatched up your guitar.

"All right baby you wanna watch from back stage?" You asked back as you held out your hand to him.

"FUCK YEAAHH"

And with that you two walked out of your dressing room laughing.

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HE IS JUST A STUPID LITTLE MEN HELP I LOVE HIM SM IDK WHY😭😭

Hope you guys enjoyed😘~

[asocialangel]

a toxic side of your relationship.

because every fairytale has its flaws ~

angsty short texts (<100w\character). Part 2 with more characters upcoming (you can comment for someone specific)

Isagi Yoichi, Reo Mikage, Itsohi Rin, Shidou Ryuusei, Itoshi Sae, Meguru Bachira, Otoya Eita, Michael Kaiser, Rensuke Kunigami.

[pt 2 includes: lorenzo, nagi, barou, yukimiya, karasu, ness] [pt3 includes: aiku, niko, hiori, chigiri, kurona]

Isagi coddles you too much. He feeds in your delusions, mostly by accident, because he apprehends the awkward moment where he breaks you from within. He keeps the harsh truth unbeknownst to you, he wrongfully thinks white lies are for the best. Sometimes reality hits anyways, and someone tells you with authenticity what's wrong with you. It hurts harder, because you’ve always had these extraneous walls protecting you.

Reo thinks materialistic love can make up for anything. He makes mistakes, just like everyone does, but he never really apologizes. He just sends you an impersonal gift, thinking it’ll make you forget.

He’s not always as present as you’d like him to be, but he defends himself saying he provides everything you could wish for. Except sometimes love cannot be touched. 

Rin doesn’t realize he has an impact on you. He’s so focused on himself, he forgets his harsh words or dirty looks mean something to others. It’s like he forgets interactions go beyond time. He doesn't understand why get so caught up over something he did. “Why does he matters to you that much ?” He won’t accept that he is now part of someone else’s everyday life.

Shidou pushes your buttons on purpose. When you fight, he does and says exactly what he knows will make you out of your mind. He considers that the one that gets the loudest ‘lost’, so he will make it happen. That’s also his way of taking out his anger, making you the maddest possible. He will cross lines to make you sad or angry. He doesn't know where to stop, it's kinda immature.

Sae lowers your self-esteem with how better he is than you. You know that he surpasses you at everything, it’s almost ridiculous. Looks, intellect, strength, sociability. You’re just constantly reminded that everyone will love him better. His ego stops him from denying it or comforting you. Deep down, he likes feeling superior.

Bachira can be judgy. He has this look that makes you feel so stupid. When he doesn’t approve of something, you’ll just know. Because he thinks he has the singular right answer for everything. Sometimes you feel like you should not be entirely yourself, because he’ll have something to object to. 

Kunigami is not the same in group settings as he is when alone with you. When he’s with his friends, it’s like he changes from a less thoughtful, caring person, to a sneery, detached individual. He probably doesn't do it on purpose, but it makes you feel so dumb and belittled.

Otoya is not as involved as you. He cares so little for your relationship, especially compared to you. He acts detached, is passive and sometimes even has the nerve to refuse plans you offer. If you didn’t do anything, your relationship would probably melt off instantly. It’s like he doesn't value your love to its true significance. 

Kaiser gaslights you. He hates arguments and he hates being wrong. So if you even mention the possibility of him fucking up, he will completely turn it around to make you the bad guy.  And if he does apologize, you know it comes with guilt tripping and unfulfilled promises. It’s like he cannot admit his mistakes, but on top of that, he blames it on you. 

A\N: thought of this because i want my Isagi person who will always agree with me even when i'm wrong~ Unrealistic tho, ik

[restinslices]

Stay

Bi-Han x Reader (no gender specified)

Word count: 1499

Summary: Just some sad angst about Bi-Han’s significant other leaving him from his POV. Inspired by that scene of Kaz telling Inej to stay and Inej saying she'll have him without his armor. You don't gotta know the scene to know what I'm talking about. Just follow the plot.

Bi-Han had a thousand thoughts spinning in his head and none of them wanted to quiet down.

He couldn't even focus on one. There were multiple voices in his head screaming at him, all of them wanting to be the loudest but all of them failing. It'd been like this ever since you made it clear that you were leaving.

Maybe some of this was his fault. No. Not maybe. This was his fault. He had become neglectful, and the edges he had became sharper and sharper. It seemed like he hurt you every time you got close.

Bi-Han being foolish and prideful thought it'd all go away. There was no need for deep talks, or breathers, or whatever else you managed to think of. He convinced himself it would all smooth over eventually. This was just a rough patch and it didn't seem to actually danger his relationship.

How wrong he was.

Time passed. Neglect built. Finally you two got into a huge argument and it seemed like this tipped the scales against him. You would be leaving.

He stood nearby but refused to look at you. Didn't matter though. His brain punished him anyway, making him relive the moment you slipped your ring off. It slipped off effortlessly, like it was always meant to come off. Like you two were always meant to fail.

Your stuff was gone, so he didn't understand why you were still here, but he didn't complain. You said something about grabbing a necklace, but he never saw you grab it and the last time he looked at you, you weren't wearing one.

Bi-Han had another problem besides his inability to look at you for an extended amount of time. His hands felt empty. He tried to pass time and fill that void by cleaning his mask with a hot rag, but it didn't work. It's not just that his hands were empty, it's that you weren't in them. It was weirdly funny when he thought about it. Bi-Han wasn't big on physical touch and whispering sweet nothings. He was capable of all the cutesy shit that was typical in relationships, he just didn't care for it.

But now? All he wanted to do was wrap his arms around you and force you to stay. He wanted to whisper every sweet thought he had about you in your ear. He wanted to praise everything about you, and he didn't mean just your looks. He wanted to praise you about the stupidest things; your walk, how you pronounce certain words, your laugh, how you look when the sun hits you, everything. Anything to make you stay. But he didn't. He stayed silent and he assumed that silence bothered you based on your sigh.

“I guess this is it then” you spoke, and it made his heart clench in his chest as he realized this would probably be one of the last things he heard you say.

He made a small noise of acknowledgement in response.

“Am I to take your grunting as words?”.

“Goodbye” he forced himself to say, but the words came out through gritted teeth. He could hear your footsteps get closer until you were in front of him. Your soft hands touched his, only to slide his mask out his hands and onto the table. He couldn't help but look at you then, taking in and memorizing every feature you had. There were plenty of things you didn't like about yourself. You were only human after all. Bi-Han disagreed about all of it though. If there was one thing he was forced to look at until his final days, he'd choose you everytime. He was just really bad at showing it and he hated himself for it.

“Is… is there nothing else you want to say? Just 'goodbye’?”

“What else should I say?”. You nodded then and a small “ok” left your lips. His fingers started to itch the second you looked away, that emptiness making itself known again. He didn't have his mask in his hands anymore, so his fingers tapped against each other, wanting desperately to grab you.

You had only taken one step.

“Stay”.

He didn't mean to say it. He didn't even notice he said it until you turned to look at him.

“What?”

“Stay” he said more firmly. His hand grabbed your wrist as if that would trap you with him forever. The tapping stopped, finally content now that you were touching. “I want you to stay”.

“And if I don't want to?”

“I need you to stay”.

It went silent then and he wished he could read your mind. Your face gave nothing away but sorrow and as tough as he tried to act, he knew his face looked the same. “I want you…”. He meant to add something else, but what was there to add? He couldn't pinpoint what about you he wanted. He just wanted you. All of you. Good, bad, ugly. He wanted it.

“And how do you want me to be?” You said after a second. “Obedient? Obeying your will? Being at your side when it's convenient and behind you when it's not?”. He looked away, not able to take how your brows furrowed when speaking and his hand slipped from your wrist.

He felt your hand touch his cheek and move his face to look at you. He couldn't help but close his eyes and lean into your touch, finding comfort in how familiar your hand felt against him. The world was incredibly cruel. It gave him the power to freeze everything but time.

“Do you want me to stay silent? To take what you give me and ask for nothing more? To never speak up? To just accept life for what it is?”.

His eyes scrunched together. Each word felt like a dagger being twisted inside him. Your voice narrated his memories and all he could see was how many times he took you for granted. If he could, he'd beat himself over the head and yell at himself to keep you close instead of doing what was natural and pushing you away.

“I want you Bi-Han”.

His eyes opened then, hoping maybe you changed your mind.

“But I want something different. And you… I'm not sure you're capable of change”. Your hand slipped from his face and he immediately grabbed your hand. He was delusional. He hoped the physical contact could somehow reignite the spark. Stupid and wishful thinking, but he hoped the Elder Gods were listening and would answer his prayers.

“I can change” he managed to get out. It was a lot quieter than his previous words, even if he meant for it to come out powerful and assertive. Something had to change your mind and convince you to stay. He'd bring all your stuff back by himself if he has to. He just didn't want you to start moving again.

You sighed and shook your head, “you don't change. This is just who you are and I can't take that from you”.

“Stay with me. Don't go”.

“I thought the Grandmaster would never beg or plead”.

“I do”.

Bi-Han was taught from a very early age that Grandmasters didn't negotiate. They never begged or pleaded or showed any signs of weakness. They ruled over their clan with perfection and always stood tall. Unmoving. There was no such thing as weakness.

But he was so incredibly weak when it came to you. Grandmasters didn't beg or plead but Bi-Han did, and he'd beg over and over for you to stay if it'd work.

That's the thing though. It wasn't working and he knew it.

He was far too late.

“I hope you know I loved you Bi-Han”

“Loved?”

“I love you”

“Then stay”

You smiled then. A smile that had absolutely no joy in it. Only mourning. Your hand slipped out of his and you reached up to wipe away the tears he didn't even know had fell. He wondered why you weren't crying. Whenever you fought recently, you always seemed to cry. Sometimes it'd be a few tears, other times you'd storm away and he'd hear you sob. Did he exhaust you this much? You had no more tears to spill? Did he really push you that far past your limits?

“I hope in our next life we're different. I hope we spend forever together”. Bi-Han wanted to argue with you. He wanted to shout at you and tell you that all of that could happen in this life, but he didn't. You made up your mind. It was clear. He didn't know what to say anymore. You loved him and he loved you so how did he mess it up this bad?

Your hand lingered until it finally left his face for the last time. You walked away, and this time he didn't stop you.

He watched you as you went, replaying your life together in his head and what he should've done differently.

I tried to pick the least threatening gif I saw and that was actually difficult. Where is your kindness sir? Also why is the indented shit spaced out so ugly in the beginning? Summary and word count not having one long line is gonna haunt me.

[thefatedthoughtofyou]

Eddie Laughs At Steve

Saw THIS gifset and had another idea!!! Thanks for the insp @robinsteve ! Your gifset is so lovely!!!

Eddie always laughs at Steve. Steve isn't even trying to be funny. But Eddie will laugh. And sometimes it is jokes. But a lot of the times its the questions he asks, or the way he says things, or the way he makes sports analogies to kids who play dnd. Eddie laughs. Not always a big laugh, but sometimes. When Steve intentionally tells jokes, Eddie ALWAYS laughs. The loudest.

But it's the other laughs that start nagging at Steve. Especially the ones after he asks questions that make the kids roll their eyes at him. Eddie will chuckle, or snort, but after the laughs, whatever variation comes out of him, he will always ALWAYS answer Steve's question. In a nice way. In ways that Steve can understand.

They were behind the group once, all of them walking ahead and ignoring Steve's question and Eddie had used a goddamn baseball analogy to explain something and Steve had gaped at him. Eddie just smiled, winked, and jogged ahead to join the others. Steve was floored, but his question was also answered.

But they're alone one day when Steve asks him a question, maybe about music. About metal. And Eddie snorts, but immediately turns to Steve to answer him but Steve’s mouth is faster and he says,

"why do you do that?" And he sounds... hurt? Maybe a little. Eddie frowns, squints his eyes, had he done something?

"Why do i do what?" He shrugs, really not sure what Steve is talking about. His little laughs are just a reflex at this point, just a side effect of Steve. But Steve goes red, his fingers worrying at the knee of his jeans and he says,

"you laugh at me." His voice quiet. Eddie's frown deepens, he takes a few steps and sits down next to Steve, looking out the window.

"I laugh at you?" He asks, his eyes watching a bird peck at the telephone pole in the lot outside.

"Yeah." Is all he gets from Steve. He turns to look at him.

"When... when do i laugh at you? Aside from when you tell those excellent dad jokes?" Eddie is seriously asking, but he smiles and bumps Steve's shoulder with the tease, trying to get that sad look off his face. And it works, Steve smiles, shakes his head, but then he looks up at Eddie, all serious again.

"All the time. You laugh all the time. You laughed just now when i asked that question. Is it-" steve takes a sharp breath, looks away again, his hands in his lap.

"Is it cuz they're stupid questions?" The look on his face when he looks back at Eddie sobers him entirely. The look says Steve knows Eddie's answer already. That he KNOWS he asks stupid questions. And it breaks Eddie's heart a little, because it couldn't be anymore NOT that reason. But Eddie can't make a joke right now. Doesnt want Steve to think he's teasing. So he shakes his head slowly,  looking right at Steve.

"No. It's not cuz they're stupid questions. They're not. I like your questions. Like that you think to ask them at all. Means you got things going on up here." He taps his finger twice against Steve's temple, gently.

"But they're not funny questions." Steve frowns, sighs deeply. Eddie melts a little, he's got that confused face happening that Eddie can't get enough of.

"Do you want me to be truthful. Like... overly truthful? Like... you may not wanna hang out with me anymore... truthful?" Eddie rubs at the back his neck, watches the gears in Steve's head start moving slowly.

"Well... i can't really think of anything that would make me not wanna hang out with you. Unless you're about to be an asshole and tell me you lied about them being stupid questions." He grimaces a little.

"They're not stupid questions." Eddie reaffirms, frowning at Steve for saying it again. Steve nods.

"Okay... then yeah. Be overly truthful." He shrugs but his eyes are locked on Eddie's face, his fingers all tangled together in his lap, he looks nervous. Eddie nods, bites his lip, takes a deep breath.

"It's because i like you. I like being around you. I like your voice, it's nice. But yeah it's just- just that. It's just you. I enjoy you being near me so when you talk, and when you make jokes, or you ask questions. Questions no one else is asking, mind you!" He points seriously at Steve, gets a warm feeling when Steve blushes and glances into his lap.

"So yeah its just, i like the way your brain works. You see different angles.  And i dont know. Ive always kinda been a different angle kinda guy." Eddie shrugs. Steve bites his lip and then frowns.

"Why would that make me not wanna hang out with you?" Because of course Eddie had said that, and then not gone OVER on the sharing... apparently. Was all that something guys normally said to each other? He shook his head, hiding in a curtain of his hair. He shrugged again.

"Dunno. Didn't think you'd want me liking you that much... or um... that WAY?" and there it is, he's hit the overshare now, Steve's eyes widen.

"Oh." He says, his back straightening, like he's been shocked.

"Yeah. Sorry. I shouldn't have said-"

"No! I-" Eddie's eyes landing on Steve's face steal his words. Eddie widens his eyes, nods for Steve to continue. He huffs a laugh and rubs at the back of his neck.

"I just- So i was talking to Robin about it. You laughing at me. And she said it might be... because you like me. But i mean i never- i never thought you'd actually like me back. Im definitely not your type." Steve laughs again, shakes his head. Eddie is on his feet instantly, his hands flailing as he turns to look at Steve, his big doe eyes even wider in suprise at Eddie's sudden movements.

"Im sorry lemme just rewind that for a second. Did you say... like you back?" Steve just nods, his suprise giving way to a sickening fondness that Eddie has somehow just fucking NOT NOTICED this whole time. Eddie drops his hands to his sides with a huff.

"Well fuck." He breathes, his fingers twitch at his sides as Steve smiles up at him, gets to his feets slowly and moves to stand in front of Eddie.

"I mean, we could definitely work up to that, yeah." Steve presses his lips together when Eddie groans and covers his face with hands, his arms moving further after he rubs at his face to cover his head. His shoulders are shaking, he's hiding giggles in his arms but what Steve can see of his neck is bright red.

Steve laughs too, pulls at Eddie's arms and hands until he can move in. He wraps his arms around Eddie and holds him close, nuzzles into his shoulder, deeper into the hug as Eddie grabs at him, pulling at his sweater to get him closer, he's still giggling, right into Steve's neck now and it's the best fucking thing. Steve rubs his back, hands moving slowly and says,

"sorry. I couldn't resist" the snort that leaves Eddie before he tumbles into another fit of giggles as Steve holds him close is the best sound Steve's ever heard.

[drvirgus]

Mute!

Non-Idol! Hanni X Mute! Reader

Description: Life as a mute girl in university: How does Y/n navigate her life, especially when she has to work on a project with her crush, one of the popular kids on campus? Can Y/n find a way to express her feelings?

Warnings: Trauma; strong language; kys/kms jokes; insults; bad family 😔 (kind of abuse?)

Chapter: Helpless (2)

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Y/n didn’t cry. Her eyes were simply fixed on her grandma lying in the coffin. Y/n looked at each guest, especially her family. Every single one of them was crying and sobbing. Her brother had his arm over his eyes while his girlfriend, offering him emotional support, gently stroked his back.

Her sister, also several years older, cried into their father’s shoulder, who was trying hard not to show weakness. However, his eyes were red and a few silent tears rolled down his cheeks. Her mother, of course, cried the loudest. A tissue in her hand as she hugged herself and continuously rubbed her own arms.

Every single one of them cried.

And yet they didn’t even come to their grandma’s birthday!

Y/n stood in the middle of her family but never felt this alone. No one cared about her...

The funeral was over, and everyone was slowly heading home. As always, Y/n took off her shoes and neatly placed them to the side. After all, her mother always scolded her if Y/n was even a bit messy.

"I need a drink," she heard the older man she called father say. With a tense jaw, he went into the kitchen and sat at the head of the dining table without moving a muscle. A certain pressure filled the room. First, the oldest sat at the table, followed by the sister.

They all stared at Y/n expectantly. "How can you be so cold? Your fucking grandma just died," her older sister’s shrill voice accused. She glared hatefully at the eight-year-old girl before snorting and looking away.

A pressure built in the youngest's chest.

Slowly and deliberately, Y/n sat down at the table as well. The mother of the family handed everyone a glass and placed two bottles of wine on the table. The man of the house, however, went for his beloved whiskey, which he wasn’t supposed to drink because he wouldn't stay sober otherwise. He had managed to stay sober for three years...

"Daddy," the youngest said softly. Of course, she was too young to fully understand why he shouldn’t drink it. But she knew he wasn’t supposed to, and that was enough for her.

James, the oldest sibling, raised his glass and took a sip. "So what do we do now? Who gets her inheritance?" he asked. Erika, the eldest daughter, looked at her brother and snorted again. "Is that the first thing you think of? You’re a fucking asshole, James," she spat at the older sibling.

A loud bang on the table interrupted the tension between the two siblings. Silently, they looked at Do-Yun, the man of the house. Angry and with narrowed eyes, he first looked at James and then at Erika. His eyes softened a bit when he looked at his youngest.

"Why... didn’t any of you go to her birthday?"

"I want her gold," Erika said.

Emptiness and ignorance.

That was the only thing the youngest got from her family. She was always ignored, never allowed to finish speaking, or no one ever tried to listen to her.

 You’re too young to join the conversation.

The pressure intensified. Y/n felt as if the wall that was already between her and her family only grew bigger and more solid.

"Erika will get the gold, the furniture, and everything that belongs to the house. James will inherit the property," she heard Do-Yun say while her mother, Hee-Jin, sat next to him, continuously pouring him drinks and nodding occasionally.

"I want to be with Granny," the youngest said.

"Fine by me. Does that mean I can do whatever I want? Even tear down the house?" James asked as he sipped his own glass of whiskey.

The only thing Y/n noticed was the pitying look from her future sister-in-law before she stood up and started to leave for her room.

"Where are you going?" Do-Yun asked sternly. His jaw clenched as he looked at his youngest daughter. Surprised that someone had noticed her presence, she looked at her father. A hopeful glimmer in her eyes. "I was just going to-"

"Sit down."

But that glimmer died too.

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The second time Y/n felt helpless happened in her own room...

Months had passed since the death of her beloved grandma, the only person who made Y/n feel like a human being, was gone. Just like that, without explanation...

Now nine years old, she grew quieter by the day. She saw no point in speaking unless spoken to. Mostly, though, she simply didn't feel safe anymore. Sure, she wasn’t abused. No one in her family hit her...

Back then, at least, she didn’t know there were other forms of abuse.

The nine-year-old sat on the floor. Weeks had gone by since she last spoke without even realizing it. "Y/n," she heard her mother and immediately looked up from her laptop. Hee-Jin smiled slightly. "What do you want to eat today?" her mother asked. Her voice was gentle, her eyebrows raised questioningly.

A simple question.

That should be easy to answer, right?

A smile formed on the youngest's face as she opened her mouth to reply.

But no sound came out.

Confusion. 

This was the first thing the young girl felt. She licked her lips once and opened her mouth again to answer her mother. After all, it was a simple question.

Desperation.

The tablet that had been on her lap slid to the floor as Y/n got on her knees. Her eyes wide open as she clung to her mother's pants leg. Her mouth opened as she tried to make any sound. She could speak! She could! She had been speaking for years... Why... Why wasn’t it working now?

"I asked what you want to eat. Is that so hard?" Hee-Jin's eyes narrowed in annoyance. "And stop pulling so hard," she added, freeing her pants leg from her daughter’s grip. "Fine, then! Just don’t complain if I cook something you don’t like," the older woman snapped as she left the youngest's room.

Helplessness...

No one ever helped her or cared for her...

She was young, desperate, and... alone.

Granny. Granny. Granny. Granny.... Save me.

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Y/n could never cry. At least not for real-life events.

Just like now.

No matter how helpless she felt, she didn’t cry.

Her phone was off, its battery dead during the dare the college had organized on this trip.

Her back leaned against one of the thick trees as she pulled her legs to her chest. Her arms wrapped around her legs. Her eyes focused on one of the branches lying on the cold forest floor.

The rain had long soaked through her clothes. Cold, wet, and alone... like so often.

The moon shone bright, but the thick leaves on the trees let no light through. The youngest Kim alone in the forest.

Where was her partner?

He, whose name Y/n didn't even know, had lured her here, pushed her to the ground, and then immediately ran off. He left Y/n in the forest. Alone, wet, and with a dead battery. She couldn’t even call for help...

Her sense of direction was too poor to even try to find her way back. Afraid of getting even more lost in the forest...

The only thing she could do was sit here.

Alone...

And yet she didn’t cry.

Y/n was helpless...

For the third time in her life, she felt utterly helpless.

Please... save me, Hanni...

Unaware that Hanni, Yuna, Minji, Danielle, Felix, Haerin, and even Yeji were searching for her. In the pouring rain.

"So? Has anyone found any trace?" Haerin asked, holding an umbrella, slightly out of breath from all the running. Yuna, Felix, Minji, and Danielle gathered around her. None of them felt as helpless as Y/n. But each of them was scared. Scared of losing Y/n. Afraid something had happened to her.

"I’ll check the A spot," Yuna said anxiously. Her eyes wider than usual, and without another word, she ran off. She didn’t even grab an umbrella. She just ran through the rain.

No matter how scared each of them was, one particular college student was desperate and panicked. Completely drenched, she ran through the forest. Her mouth open to catch her breath now and then. Her hands clenched into fists. "Please. Please. Please," she prayed softly to a god she never believed in.

Pham Hanni didn’t believe in a god. But in this situation, she would pray to anything and anyone. She just wanted her girl back. Safe and sound.

"Y/n!"

Hanni’s eyes widened as she saw Yeji jogging over to a crouching Y/n. Yeji had an umbrella in hand and immediately held it over Y/n. Hanni stood still, rain mercilessly pounding on her head as she watched the scene from a distance. The raindrops rolled down her face as she breathed heavily.

The mute person’s hand gripped Yeji’s outstretched hand as she was pulled to her feet. "What are you doing here? Did you get lost? Where’s your partner?" Yeji asked, pulling the slightly smaller girl closer. Immediately, Yeji took off her college jacket and draped it over the mute girl’s shoulders.

With wide, somewhat surprised eyes that Yeji had found her, Y/n looked up at her ex-girlfriend. But she couldn’t answer. Not without her phone or tablet... She didn’t know sign language either.

"Whatever. We should get back. I don’t want you catching a cold," Yeji said, visibly concerned. Her eyes roamed over the younger girl’s entire body. She clicked her tongue when she saw Y/n’s knees were visibly scraped. "I’m going to kill your partner," she said threateningly.

Hanni, still standing in place, didn’t move. Her hands still clenched into fists. The thunder didn’t faze her. Her previously closed mouth now opened as she saw Yeji carrying HER girl on her back. Hanni’s thoughts raced.

I should intervene!

She belongs to me!

Get your hands off her!

I should have been the one to save her...

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here's belphegors selfie story part 1 and 2!!!

had to split it up cuz it was too much text.. I kept everything the exact same, with the exception of occasional mistranslations and making it somewhat gender neutral (but this is afab MC!!). the remainder of this story will be posted soon, i'll put the link below. NSFW below the cut, hope you enjoy!! :3

link to the remainder of the story

@adelaine-rose

Booooom..!!

There was an explosion so loud that even the gravel on the ground trembled and rolled around.

Devil with good hearing: Is that an Angel attack..?!

At a watch house in Hades that was always prepared perfectly against Angel invasions, a Devil with good hearing urgently looked up outside the window, and shouted.

However, the explosion didn't come from an Angel invasion this time.

When all the Devils raised their heads and looked up at the sky in unison...

Something was pouring down from the clear sky; leaving long, thin, rainbow-like tracks.

Devil with good eyes: That's... A rainbow...? No, is it a comet...?

Devil with good senses: Ah..! A rainbow coloured meteor..?! That must mean..!

When everyone was captivated by the meteors with rainbow coloured tails fantastically embroidering the sky--

Boooooom...!!

Once again, an explosion enough to shake the ground below the Devils' feet came from the sky.

At the same time, the clouds opened up in a circle, as though there was a hole; and someone... Appeared from the middle.

The devil who was floating in a somewhat gloomy manner among the magnificent, rainbow-colored meteor shower was smiling with a camera that had lenses as big as a cannon in his hand. --If you can also call the phantasmagoric smile reflected in his gleaming blade a smile...

The man who appeared as though he had forced himself through the universe beyond the sky was overflowing with such tremendous presence that he drew the eyes of all those there.

He definitely had horns, the symbol of devils, growing from his head, but they could feel a more oppressive and extraterrestrial energy from him.

It was obvious that he was no mere devil.

Just then, a few devils shouted almost in unison.

Devil with loud voice: That's... Phenomenon...!!

Excited devil: It's Phenomenon...! It's Phenomenon...!!

The expressions of the devils who were stiff with worry and wariness until just now were all colored with excitement.

No one there asked who Phenomenon was.

Just then, The being called Phenomenon above the sky opened his lips that seemed so heavy that they wouldn't open excruciatingly slowly and almost growled in a low voice.

Phenomenon: I have come... To take a picture...

Overjoyed Devil: Oooh!!! It has begun...!!!

Elated Devil: Phenomenon has come to take a picture...!!

The devils shouted and cheered in excitement as though Phenomenon's single sentence notified them of the beginning of a festival.

...Was something that didn't apply to the devils of Niflheim.

Scribble, scribble, scribble, scribble, scribble...

The room is silent except for the scratching of pens, like a room full of students studying for an important exam.

In a place where the excitement outside was faint enough to penetrate even the closed windows, Gusion muttered.

Gusion: If you take the loudest sound an excited devil can make, multiply it by the population of Niflheim, and trace back the percentage lost when the sound breaks through the glass, then retrace the original value of the disturbance we're feeling now...

Bathin: Why would you do that?

Gusion: Pity those of us who are stuck in our rooms doing work, unlike those idiots outside.

Among the devils who eventually gathered and went about their business, Gusion was the first to grow impatient and grumble.

Gusion: Do you know that there's still a misconception among the devils in other countries? That because we're henchmen of the king of sloth, all we do is nap every day.

Bathin: Gusion, quit scribbling and speak up. I can't understand half of what you're saying because your pen is making such a ruckus.

Beleth: Why do you still insist on usin' a pen? You could use a calculator. And why do you always have to squat on the floor? I said I'd get you another desk.

Beleth clicked his tongue as he looked down at Gusion, who was crouched on the floor next to his chair; unlike himself at the desk, or Bathin, who sat across from him and shared the same desk.

Gusion: You think it's easy to change centuries-old habits overnight? I'm faster at calculating like this.

Gusion said, grumbling and calculating in his mind at the same time.

Bathin: It isn't like you to complain while calculating. Did you really want to enter Phenomenon's photo contest that bad?

Gusion: I don't really care about that. The formula I'm perfecting here is far more interesting.

Bathin: Then why?

Gusion: Because I resent being misunderstood. While everyone else is out catching angels, I'm locked up in this room, thinking about how to make my country stronger. A nap? What a misconception!

Gusion: The truth is, being around Belphegor makes me languid and lazy; and I'm tired of putting up with it.

Belphegor's aura, the king of sloth, was so strong that it was contagious to the devils around him; making even the most sincere of devils like Gusion drowsy.

Gusion: But yesterday, Paimon from Gehenna texted me during the day and then followed up before I could even reply, saying, "Aaah, are you sleepingggg? I'm sorry to disturb you, sozzz ;) "...!

Belphegor: Then say no.

Belphegor's languid voice slipped in, drowned out by the rustling of the blankets, from the side of the bed a short distance away from the desk.

Beleth: Haha, that's right. You could've said no.

Gusion:...Do you find it amusing when you're doing all of his Majesty Belphegor's work?

Beleth: If not me, who will take care of him?

Belphegor: That's right.

When Belphegor mumbled something in his sleep, Gusion decided that further conversation was pointless, frowned, and went back to solving the formula.

But the reason they found it hard to concentrate was not only because they were caught on Belphegor's laziness.

Fap, fap, fap, fap...

Gusion: ............

Bathin: ............

Gusion was purposely scratching his nib loudly, just to drown out that annoying sound.

Gusion: (Don't masturbate in front of all your men...!!)

Gusion thought, but Belphegor was the kind of devil who would let the major devils do all the work in his room because he couldn't be bothered to answer to them one by one.

All the work, even that which was inappropriate to be done in his chamber. For example...

Bathin: So, when are we executing that angel in the back?

Right. Like, executing angels, for example.

In the corner of Belphegor's chamber, there was a giant scaffold that looked like it belonged in a public square, with an angel chained to it, waiting to be decapitated at any moment.

Belphegor: Kill it now.

Gusion: No, killing is killing, but you're asking me to decide how to do it; which is why he's been chained in this room for three days now, waiting to see if he's going to be decapitated or strangled.

Belphegor: You want me to decide now? Don't bother...

Gusion: ... You've been saying that for three days now, too.

Gusion frowned. Because even as he was answering carelessly, Belphegor was still masturbating.

When he glanced up, Belphegor's flat stomach was already glistening with

semen.

It was impossible to tell how many times he'd ejaculated, but he still didn't seem satisfied.

When Gusion and Bathin looked at Beleth almost simultaneously, with the same mind, he paused for a moment, and then said with an expression that seemed to have caught on.

Beleth: Agares is hard at work training Niflheim's army, and we're free and easy compared to the atmosphere over there.

Gusion: What are you talking about, again?

Beleth: Weren't you just saying that we seem to be working too hard?

Gusion: It's not that kind of hardship...

It was then.

Knock knock.

There was a knock. Not at the door, but at the window.

Beleth: Ahh, a long overdue return. Andrealphus. Come on in.

Beleth rose from his seat and opened the window so as not to disturb everyone, and a devil with a long, lean body and wings even larger than it was nailed to his back nodded slowly and stepped through the window.

When Andrealphus came into the room with low strides from his leather

shoes and sat down at the foot of the bed, Belphegor said a single sentence: 'Ey, you're back-' and then fell back to sleep.

Andrealphus: It's quiet in here. Outside it's all festive with Phenomenon's contest.

Andrealphus: Your Majesty Belphegor, I know you're always sleepin', but why don't you stay awake tonight?

A hunter who carries a great scythe and slaughters angels in hiding. That was the public image of the devil that was Andrealphus, but there was a certain boyish innocence to his face as he sat at the foot of Belphegor's bed in the

and woke him up.

With Belphegor sleeping peacefully and the devils burying their faces in their respective desks, it seemed friendly and peaceful like a group of boys gathered at a friend's house after school to do homework.

Of course, there was nothing friendly or peaceful about the sight of an angel chained to the side of the room with his head on the execution rack, or Belphegor sleeping and masturbating nonstop despite the wetness on his lower stomach.

Bathin: Why disturb His Majesty Belphegor's sleep? He'll fall asleep again soon enough.

Andrealphus: Didn't you hear? There's a huge fuss about Phenomenon's contest goin' on outside. His Majesty should be a part of it.

Gusion: ......???

Bathin: ......?

Andrealphus: What's with the looks on your faces?

Gusion: .......How do you know my expressions?

Gusion narrowed his eyes to meet Andrealphus's blind ones, but this time Andrealphus pretended not to notice and continued.

Andrealphus: If His Majesty participates, I'm sure he'll win first place, which is good. Because, if he wins first place, then his picture will be displayed all over Hell, and I'll be able to see his face no matter where I am.

Gusion: If that's what you're after, just carry a picture of him around with you.

Andrealphus: No, it'll get soaked with blood.

Gusion: Put it in your phone, keep it as a photo...

Andrealphus: No, it'll get soaked with blood.

Bathin: Andrealphus's phone done broke more than once because it got drenched in blood. Anywhere, there's no way His Majesty's entering the contest, so we might as well give up hope.

Gusion: Hey, wait. Oi, Andrealphus. You can't even see it even if his Majesty's picture is hung all over Hell...!

Andrealphus: It's to do with the feels. Anyways, it can't be helped if he doesn't wish to participate.

Beleth: You're all bein' too pessimistic. He's still our king, after all.

Gusion: He's not going to do it anyway.

Belphegor: But we can still hope.

Belphegor's sleepy reply further sullied Gusion's impression of him.

Gusion: The one who hates being bothered the most is bothering me...

Beleth: Your Majesty, are you really gonna enter the contest?

Belphegor: It's annoyin'...

Everyone slammed their heads back down on their desks with an expression of 'of course' on their faces, but Beleth suddenly went into 'competent servant mode' again and his eyes began to sparkle.

Beleth: I heard that the criteria for the winner of this contest is to take 'a picture where you're the most obscenely filthy'... Don't you think that'd be a piece of cake?

Bathin: ...It's 'a picture where you're the most obscenely messed up'.

Beleth: Haha. Blah, blah, blah. Yes, Your Majesty, how 'bout you wake up for a moment...

Beleth moved closer to the bed to shake Belphegor awake, but Belphegor only lifted his head slightly in annoyance, a frown on his face.

Belphegor: You're the one who should be doin' that, if you'd just stay awake a lil' longer. Those teeth marks on your body, there's more of 'em. again

Beleth: No, no, no. This ain't even close.

Belphegor: What... I gotta do more than that? No, I don't like it. It's annoyin'.

Beleth: An event with all the devils of Hell? It can't be that easy. Why else do you think all the kings of the world are lookin' for Solomon's descendant right now like crazy?

Belphegor: Solomon's descendant?

Beleth's phone rang as Belphegor asked languidly, still in the throes of

sleep.

Beleth's phone rang as Belphegor asked languidly, still in the throes of sleep.

Beleth: Your Maj, one moment. Hello? Ah, a video call.

Beelzebub: [Haha, Beleth, you don't even know the difference between a phone call and a video call. You're like an old man!]

Beleth: I am an old man. I got so many mouths to feed, and I'm breakin' my back

tryin' to feed 'em.

Beleth spoke like a real old man, and the other devils gave him a look that said, "You smell like an old man," and slowly dragged their chairs away.

Beelzebub: [Ah, yes, that's right, Beleth is the best breadwinner in this Hell. Keke. Come to think of it, I'm pretty sure the kid from that house has gone home too, have you met him?]

Beleth: Yes, he just came in. Andrealphus, would you like to say howdy to His Majesty Beelzebub?

Beleth said cheerfully, but Andrealphus stiffened and mouthed 'No.'.

Beelzebub: [Keke, looks like he rejected you. Anyway, judging by the silence, MC is not there, Levi! They aren't even in Niflheim.]

At the mention of Solomon's descendant's name, Belphegor who had been dozing off while half awake again slowly opened his eyes.

Beelzebub called out to Leviathan from Hades in a friendly manner, as though he happened to be with him. But Leviathan's expression across the screen was murderous.

Leviathan: [They're not in Niflheim, nor in Hades, nor in Abyssos. So all that remains is Gehenna and Tartaros. Beelzebub. I'll pull out your tongue after I look there, Beelzebub.]

Mammon: [They aren't in Tartaros either. I just came back from looking there. Anyway, what about Abaddon?]

When Mammon appeared beside him and tried to wrap his arm around Leviathan's shoulder, Leviathan deftly dodged, showing it all on the screen.

Leviathan: [There's no way MC would have gone there on their own, unless they're insane...... No, it's not completely unlikely.]

Satan: [Okay, let's go to Abaddon!!]

Even Satan's eyes lit up as he appeared, the devils of Niflheim who had come to Beleth's side and were watching the screen together all looked a little dumbfounded.

Gusion: ...This isn't even an emergency for Hell. How come you're all gathered there?

Satan: [Because we need to find MC to win first place in Phenomenon's contest!]

Bathin: What role will they play?

Mammon: [Huhu, you can figure out who has the most dramatic eye for 'most obscenely messed up' in all of Hell right now, since you're smart.]

Satan: [Why do you look so proud of yourself?]

Mammon: [Of course I'm happy that the kings of Hell have recognized MC's discernment, because they're mine.]

Satan: [Mwahaha! Bullshit!!]

Leviathan: [Anyways, since MC doesn't seem to be there, you can hang up the phone, keep busy.]

After saying that, Leviathan hung up the phone first. And with that, the noisy voices disappeared and peaceful silence returned...

Harumon: Keep busy...! What a cruel goodbye...!! That's so cruel...!! That's so cruel...!!!

Beleth: Where were you hidin' again? You came out now?

Harumon: Vassago kidnapped me again!!! Vassago!!! He bathed me in the finest scented oils!!! He massaged me all over!!! And he brushed me as he wanted!!!!!

Beleth: My, I'm jealous of that. It always feels so good to be touched by a pretty boy like Vassago.

Harumon: What are you talkin' about!!! You horny jerk!!! I've been taken advantage of!!!

Bathin: Vassago... He don't look it, but he really adores Harumon.

Beleth threw the good-smelling, fluffy Harumon onto the bed, and

Belphegor caught him right on the spot, tucking it under his elbow and rolling onto his side.

Harumon: Ugh...! Your Majesty, your elbow...! I-It's pressin' on my guts...!!! ARGHH!! I smell cum...?!!

Belphegor: Funny. A human whose name keeps comin' up during the devil's festival.

Andrealphus: ...? Your Majesty Belphegor, I thought you were asleep.

Beleth: Wow, his eyes are really sparklin'. What is it?

While they were all stunned that he was awake and not sleeping, Belphegor pulled a dice from his chest.

Belphegor: Solomon's descendant. I thought they were interestin', but...

But if they're so great that even the kings are lookin' for them, then...

Belphegor's dice left his hand. It rolled far, far away, stopping at Beleth's feet.

Belphegor didn't even bother to pick it up himself. He just looked up and asked.

Belphegor: What's it say?

Beleth: Six.

Belphegor: Okay, I've decided.

Belphegor, who was still only halfway out of his quilt by the time the dice were rolled, stretched out completely.

In that moment, the air in the room, which had been peaceful and even stretched out, stiffened with tension.

Belphegor: I shall win first place in the contest.

Before anyone could react to the sudden declaration.

Swooosh-!

A tremendous amount of power was suddenly released from Belphegor's body, which had been marinated in drowsiness and languor.

The devils in the room instinctively drew their weapons, tensing every muscle in their bodies. Just then.

Click.

An improbable sound reached everyone's ears. A small, concise signal that seemed to flip a switch in the world.

At the same time, the surroundings were plunged into total darkness. As if everyone in the world closed their eyes at the same time.

The darkness didn't just swallow Belphegor's chamber, it engulfed all of Hell in that moment.

Agares: ...This... All he does is sleep. What happened?

Vassago: ...I'll go fetch Harumon to check out the situation.

The place where Vassago selflessly replied to Agares' irritation was also shrouded in darkness.

Leviathan: This darkness... Belphegor, you lazy bastard.

Satan: Shouldn't he be in bed?

Beelzebub: He must be hungry, or--

Mammon: He suddenly remembered something he wanted.

The place where the kings gathered was also dark,

MC: What, what...?! Did the angels do something again...?!

The place where you are was also in darkness.

You couldn't see anything, and you thought while your heart was pounding with fear and surprise in the seemingly empty space.

MC: I was just passing near the border of Gehenna and Tartaros...?

You had narrowly missed Satan who was searching for you, and had actually returned to Gehenna just as he was leaving it.

But you were too afraid to step into the streets, and everything around you was enveloped in darkness, and you were lost.

The darkness not only swallowed up everything you could see, but it also swallowed up sound, and you couldn't feel anything, as if you were drowning in a black liquid.

Just then.

???: Ah, gotcha.

A familiar voice called out from an unknown direction.

Then there was a momentary flicker of darkness, with no light in any part of the room, no distinction between light or shadow, and then, as if someone had pulled away the blackness in front of your eyes, there was suddenly only a landscape beyond.

It was Belphegor's room, with a calm, dark interior that seemed made for sleeping more than anything else.

Belphegor: Come over here.

MC: Belphegor???

Holding up part of the darkness with one arm, Belphegor spoke in a voice

that hadn't quite awoken.

The man who had covered himself in a sea of near-neutral colors looked weak in his sleep, but all the darkness that surrounded you was of his own making.

Lifting the darkness as if lifting a curtain, he was slightly bent over so that his chest and abs, clad in a single kimono, were clearly visible to you.

MC: (Uh, am I looking at it wrong...? I don't think that's... sweat... on Belphegor's stomach...?)

You stared at him for a moment, suddenly realized that your gaze was too blatant, and shook your head hastily.

MC: This is too good, no, no, this is too sudden, what's going on?

Belphegor: You were too far away, so I shortened the path.

You didn't understand his words, but more than that, you didn't understand the sensations you were feeling.

Surely Belphegor was speaking in front of you, but his voice seemed to come from the back of your throat.

Besides, you should have been in Gehenna because you were standing still where you walking a moment ago, but Belphegor in front of you were waving from his room in Niflheim.

Beleth: My goodness. Our king must be somethin' else, to bother goin' all the way down there, to mess up the dimension by unleashin' energy on all Hell.

You heard Beleth's dumbfounded voice from somewhere, a voice that sounded bemused-but also secretly proud.

Gusion: Hey, Solomon's descendant. Use your head. Not your senses. Think about what this devil in front of you is capable of.

Gusion's voice rang out from somewhere, and you snapped out of it.

Belphegor, who could bend dimensions, space and time, had bent them to meet you, creating the shortest distance possible to reach you.

MC: S-so where am I now? Gehenna or Niflheim?

Bathin: You're in Gehenna, and you're in Niflheim. That's what dimensional travelin' is for. Ain't that nifty?

At the sound of Bathin's calm voice, you felt yourself being released from the fear and tension that the sudden darkness had brought.

You shifted toward Belphegor, whose three eyes were glowing toward you, and then-

Belphegor: This way.

Sure enough, Belphegor was right in front of you, so you reached out, and just as you thought you heard a voice in your right ear, a firm hand wrapped around your left waist, hugging your body from behind and pulling you to your feet.

MC: (I'm going to fall...?!)

You squeezed your eyes shut in surprise, and then something fluffy touched your bottom, and it became bright beyond your eyelids.

MC: Huh, where am I...?

Belphegor: It's Niflheim.

Sitting in the middle of the bed and sprawled out beside you, answered Belphegor, who hadn't even bothered to look at you despite the fact that the front of his tunic was open - and thankfully so.

Beleth: Welcome to Niflheim, my dear Descendant of Solomon.

You were greeted in a cool tone by the handsome devil standing before you.

MC: I was surely in Gehenna a moment ago...!

Beleth: The moment you entered the dimension of Niflheim, our Majesty pulled you into it, and then returned you to your dimension.

Harumon: My...! Not just travelin' 'tween dimensions, but havin' the power to travel 'tween dimensions...!!! I don't know if our king is brilliant or ignorant!

As Harumon complained, Beleth casually walked back to the desk, grabbed a pen, and spoke.

Beleth: Now, I reckon our king's gonna be busy from now on, so the rest of y'all should find another empty room.

Bathin: ... It's been a spell since I saw you. How sad.

Bathin bowed politely and started to leave the room, but Gusion couldn't take his eyes off the paper he was writing down formulas for some interesting puzzle, so Bathin dragged him out of the room.

Beleth: Andrealphus, you too... Huh? When did he leave? Harumon's not here neither?

Beleth scratched the back of his head as he stared at the empty space, then closed the window as if he was used to it and came back and sat down.

MC: If you're busy, should I go too? I just got here, but...

Beleth: Ahh, no, Belphie's busy 'cause of you. Well, I'll be off... Oh, just check this

one. Hey, your Majesty. What about that last road project? Do you approve?

Belphegor: Yeah.

Beleth: Hey, at least take a gander at it. Don't just lie there.

Belphegor: Ye.

Beleth:You're such a good listener. Hey, MC, I'm sorry, can you help him on one side? I'll take the other.

MC: Huh? Okay!

At Beleth's request, you hesitantly lifted one of Belphegor's armpits and placed it on your shoulder. As Beleth approached and did the same on the other side, Belphegor rose to his feet as if he had no choice.

MC: (Ooh, ooh... What is this... Belphegor's thick body odor is coming straight to

the tip of my nose...!)

Beleth walked over and carried Belphegor with you to the front of the desk.

Beleth: Look. This paperwork. What shall we do, approve it?

Belphegor: Nah.

Beleth: Well then... Okay. That's it, then. Now I'm really done... Oh, this one needs the king's say-so, too. Hey, Your Majesty. What am I supposed to do? There's stuff on the agenda that needs your answer right now.

Belphegor: Well, you get to work. I'll do this. No, you do it, not me.

Belphegor said, half-leaning over Beleth and pointing at you with his gaze.

MC: Me? Do? What?

Belphegor: That's annoyin', just ask me one question.

MC: If you brought me here, the least you could do is explain...!

As you said that, you slipped out of his arms and stood to face Belphegor, who sighed heavily as if he was about to do something very, very big.

Belphegor: I'm only gonna explain this once. I'm gonna explain it in one go. If I don't, I'll die of annoyance.

You nodded quickly, and Belphegor smirked, his head jerking upright.

You almost didn't pay attention to his words as his sharply chiseled, handsome features stared back at you...

Belphegor: I'm curious about you. I've taken a likin' to you.

I also wanna win first place in Phenomenon's contest.

I also wanna have relations with you.

But I can't be bothered to move.

So you do it.

MC: ??????????????

You stuttered as the information rushed past you, not quite registering in your mind.

Beleth: Come on, Your Majesty. Just 'cause you're bothered doesn't mean you gotta speak so casual-like that the other person can't understand you.

Fortunately, Beleth kindly turned his chair around to explain.

Beleth: Well, it ain't really that difficult. His Majesty is interested in you, so to speak, and he also wants to win first prize in Phenomenon's contest.

He thinks you can help him take the 'dirtiest photo ever', and he'd like to have relations with you, too.

But he can't be bothered with all of that, so he's lettin' you lead, okay?

MC: Uh... So... He wants to know about me, and... He want to win first place in Phenomenon's contest, and... Have sex with me.... Ahem, I'd like to do that, too... But... I...

Beleth: Yeah. You got it. Clever.

Your face flared up in a belated blush at Beleth's kind words.

MC: (I mean, he's saying we should do it right now, with my own hands, and with Beleth here...!)

Your blushing face looked shamelessly into Belphegor's eyes and the back of Beleth's head.

You panicked and took a few steps back, only to find a cold wall behind you... No, a full-length mirror almost as large as the wall.

Turning away from the mirror, you clasped your sweaty hands together as you stared at a man who had both a sharp, alert appearance and a languid languor that left much to the imagination.

MC: (This...is... too... too... good...!)

You already anticipated seeing the scenes that made your heart pound inwardly once you heard about the theme of Phenomenon's contest, and you found yourself in a more stimulating situation than you could have imagined.

MC: (After all, I don't see Belphegor very often compared to the other kings, so I never expected such an event to take place...!)

True to his name as the king of sloth, Belphegor rarely ventured outside of Niflheim.

Even when he was in Niflheim, he rarely left his room, or even his bed, which made this situation even more exciting.

MC: (I wonder what type of caress Belphegor likes. Does he sweat a lot? Does he like to be touched by hand or does he prefer it to be done with my mouth?)

Belphegor said he wanted to get to know you, but in truth, you were just as curious about him.

With such expectations and delusions bubbling up inside you, you thought it wouldn't be long before you were wetting your pants just by looking at the razor-sharp handsome man standing there with his apron languidly open.

The only problem was, you had to lead the whole thing and make sure you 'messed it up obscenely' to his satisfaction...

MC: (But Belphegor's already obscene...?! That on his stomach...!! It's definitely cum...!! Ahh... I want to rub my lower belly on it and get wet...)

Belphegor: Huh? Huh. Yer' already up and at it? How diligent.

You looked into Belphegor's pale eyes and saw that in his eyes, you were already blushing, and spreading open his clothes.

In fact, your expectations were not just to 'watch' the thrilling scenes, but to actually 'mess' someone up in the most obscene way possible.

MC: You said to do it. So I'm going to do it enthusiastically...

And then, as if by some sort of instinct, you began to run your drooling tongue over the nipple in front of you.

Watching you, Belphegor chuckled.

Belphegor: I ain't one for nuisances, but when I see folks workin' this hard for me, I reckon I gotta lend 'em a hand.

With those words, Belphegor's hand came to rest on the top of your head as if squeezing you, and as he lifted your head with force, your gaze locked with his mysterious three eyes.

Belphegor: [There's no need to rush, just make it feel right]

At that moment, you felt your vision go dark for another very brief moment.

And the moment it receded, Belphegor's hand was on the back of your head... Yet somehow, you felt it on your butt.

MC: Huh? Huh?

Belphegor's grip on your head tightened, and you lifted up on your heels, feeling as if someone was squeezing you under your ass.

MC: Uhh...?! There's a hand, on my butt...?

That wasn't it.

MC: (It feels strange... I feel so good... I'm so turned on... But why... Do I feel so drowsy and lethargic...?)

Belphegor: Ya can sleep, but keep movin' them bones.

A strange command dropped above your head... No, it seemed to come from beneath your chin.

MC: Huh...? I just heard, something here...

You lowered your head, talking gibberish as though you were half-asleep, but of course Belphegor's face wasn't there.

Instead, you could see his abs that were clearly visible through the open front, and the glistening piercing that was embedded in them when you looked down.

When you touched it with your hand, it felt cooler than your body temperature and it seemed to stir your sleep just a little.

But only for a moment.

You shook it off. The languor eventually gave way to the strength behind your knees, and you stood in front of Belphegor with your knees upright, rubbing your face between his legs.

Even as you frantically rubbed between his legs, now as warm as a newborn baby, he literally 'stayed still' with nothing but a pleasant smile.

Beleth: Hey, Maya, watch yerself 'round His Majesty-- hangin' 'round him can wear ya down... Shoot, my apologies for bein' late.

Beleth glanced back at you, but you were already preoccupied with the multi-sensory and arousal that Belphegor had so strangely twisted.

Belphegor had only squeezed the crown of your head once, and you were still feeling the sensation of someone constantly squeezing and fondling under your ass,

Belphegor had only whispered once, but his hot, sweet breath seemed to be blowing in your earlobe, under your armpit, and down your stomach over and over again.

MC: This is strange... Strange... It's strange... But I like ittt...

Belphegor: Now, put in that work, push it harder.

His words sounded insensitive, but they were true.

The more you touched him, the more you felt him, the more aroused your body somehow became.

It wasn't the kind of 'if you like it, I like it' interaction that happened simply because of the affection you felt for the other person.

Belphegor was leisurely watching you, letting you take over the even the arousal that he should be feeling.

Of course, that didn't mean Belphegor's wasn't aroused at all, or nil.

MC: It's hard.

His cock was already fully erect and throbbing against your cheek, just a piece of clothing away.

You drew your knees up to your sitting position and lifted his robe up on your own, rolling it over your chest.

Belphegor: ...That's it. Keep it steady.

Feeling Belphegor's voice and breath echoing in the hole beneath you, you parted the bottom of his kimono.

MC: It's... Pretty...

You said so without realizing it, lovingly stroking Belphegor's shaft with both hands.

It was nodding fiercely and wasn't cute in the slightest, but you found it terribly endearing.

His cock looked like a compressed version of Belphegor himself.

It was neither too long nor too small, just the right amount of hardness and clear color.

And... The piercings that were embedded here and there on his body were embedded there as well.

MC: (If I touch it there... Would it feel even better...?)

You thought to yourself, and at the same time you stood up firmly, wedged it between your breasts and began to move up and down.

[yuri-is-online]

RESIDENT ACE STAN HERE AND QKJFIWKFKWKDNNF IM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH 😭🩷 that being the closest confession you'll from him is so ??? You being a part, a staple even, of his life?? That's not even a confession thats a proposal basically (im delulu) i love him so much and i love the way you write him !! Like my ur my actual fave ace writer here im 🩷🩷🩷

*cradles this ask gently in my hands* I love you so much annon thank you TᴖT

“You can be a part of that life too you know?!” It’s not the closest to a confession you’ve ever gotten from Ace, but it’s certainly the loudest.

See just saying Ace wants you to be a part of his life isn't really anything new. More explicit than "it'll be easier to take care of a certain magicless someone" sure but you could brush that off. But when Ace gets worked up about something he starts talking. And he tends to tell the truth when he does. So that's why I had him go on that little rant he does, he loves Yuu so much he wants to make sure they're taken care of, if that meant going home then he had to let you go... but now that it means you have to stay that means he has to make sure you know in no uncertain terms you're not alone. You have someone who cares about you more than he fully understands. It drives him crazy so he says what he thinks can be passed off as normal friend stuff (who wouldn't be there for their bros???) but the way he says it makes it clear about how he feels. It is sort of a proposal in a way, he doesn't see a day of his future without you in it but well. Ace can be a bit stupid sometimes. I don't think he fully realizes the implications of what he's suggesting... he just wants to live in the same house as you, go on long walks, maybe do some fun stuff every once in a while (without anyone else but he just says Deuce because he's easy to make fun of), and hey in order to do that he's got to do boring stuff too. He liked going grocery shopping with you, how lame.

You really have always had me.

[greenlegsandspam]

"Frat Boy Energy"

Intak x GN! reader

Warnings: Established relationship au, swearing, Intak being whiny, Fluff fluffy fluff, that's it

Word count: 713

Author's note: Quick little Intak drabble bc I just got into P1Harmony and wOW am I in love. Don't know how often I'll write little stories like this, but let me know if I should continue please!

*GIF not mine, thanks Google*

“What’s a frat boy?”

“What?” You look at your boyfriend, bewildered, wondering where the hell he heard that phrase from. 

Intak plops in between you and Keeho on the couch with a huff, crossing his arms across his chest, “The other host on MNet told me I have ‘frat boy energy.’”

Keeho lets out the loudest cackle you’ve ever heard while you’re frozen, stifling a laugh, not sure how to proceed.

Intak looks confused and frustrated while Keeho stands up, still laughing. He pats your shoulder, “Good luck explaining that one.”

“Stephan Yoon don’t you dare-“ your protest is interrupted by Keeho all but sprinting to the door, laughter echoing down the hallway. 

You sigh, facing Intak with a very forced smile, giving him a quick peck on the cheek, “Hi babe, how was hosting today?” Intak keeps his gaze on you, while you try to avoid this conversation.

“Y/n, what is it and why are you so against telling me,” he whines, throwing his limbs around in a mock tantrum. You bite your lip, realizing that yes, you have a child as a boyfriend, and yes, you have to explain this to him.

You shift uncomfortably, “Well, a frat is kind of like an exclusive club with business connections for college boys in the states.”

Intak blinks, “And how is that relevant to me and why does it have an ‘energy’?”

Yes, he used air quotes.

Cringing at how to word this, you run your hand through your hair and clear your throat, “Well… the frat boys are kind of notorious for dressing very similarly, throwing parties and treating women with minimal respect…” You say the last part as quietly as you can, hoping he doesn’t ask anymore. 

Intak is quiet for a second, his eyes trained on you but you can tell the cogs are turning in his head as he processes your words. After a minute or so, he finally speaks, “So what you’re telling me is I was basically called the American version of a fuckboy…” 

Instead of answering him, you turn your attention back to your phone, prompting him to groan loudly, “Oh my god I was!”

You can’t help but laugh now at how distraught he seems by this and try to help, “Okay, to be fair, frat boy energy doesn’t necessarily mean you are one! It’s more like, the vibe you give off paired with how you dress? I don’t know, it’s hard to explain when you don’t actually know, it’s not equivalent to fuckboy vibes but like… adjacent?” 

“How is that any better?” He throws his hands up in the air in frustration, “I’m not a fuckboy right? You don’t think I’m a fuckboy, right?”

“No, Intak, I don’t think you’re a fuckboy.”

“But do I give off frat boy energy?” 

When you don’t respond immediately he shouts a quick “aish” and stands up from the couch, but you’re quick to catch his hand and pull him back down next to you, “Okay okay, I think I can explain it better.”

His grumpy look urges you to continue, “It’s like, you’re easy to talk to, you know? Like you can make friends with people really quickly and you’re always positive, and can adapt to really any type of situation with ease. It’s not necessarily a bad vibe at all! Just means you’re super friendly, and maybe a little flirty sometimes, but overall just friendly and goofy.”

He slowly nods, seeming to understand, “Okay, so I’m just… friendly?” 

“And sometimes flirty.”

“And sometimes flirty,” he continues to nod, processing, “but not a fuckboy?”

“Not a fuckboy.”

“Okay…” he perks up a bit more, “Okay! I’m okay with that!”

You laugh and pat his arm, “Okay good, so you’re not upset anymore?” 

He shakes his head, wrapping his arms around you and giving you a very wet kiss on the cheek much to your dismay.

You fake disgust and wipe your cheek, cringing at the wet feeling and your boyfriend just laughs at you, squeezing you tighter. 

From the hall, you hear the unmistakable sass of Keeho’s voice, “You do give off frat boy vibes though!”

“Yah!” And Intak is gone sooner than he came, leaving you laughing on the couch at your idiot (frat) boys.

[onlyrains]

HERE YOU ARE, A HERO — SJY

♬—now playing: niki - anaheim

“no. don't say anything.” you step backward.

“why?”

“you know the answer, jake,”

he moved closer. “then say it to my face, y/n.”

“don’t make me start.”

“did we even start anything?”

“you know that's not what i meant,” you take a deep breath.

it's always like this. this kind of conversation isn't new to you and jake, actually. the thing between you two started two years ago, when you were in the worst state of mind and let him guide you through it. if only you could say it out loud, you would declare to the world that he is indeed your savior. the one and only sim jake. 

it was all fun and games with him until you noticed there's something tucked away and trying to interfere with everything you've had. and no, you can’t accept it. you don’t deserve it.

he confesses to you a couple times and always wear heart on his sleeve. it’s not like you don’t like him, but it does burden you the most. 

as it is today, the main topic of your argument was about the scholarship he got at his dream university. he always talked about it since it was the same uni his parents went to. he must continue the legacy, he said. it warms your heart hear him sharing his dream with his parents—sometimes, it does hurts too, but you know it just the grudge you've been holding for years.

but then, when you said you have no interest to take a master degree nor move in with him, he suddenly plans to decline it. he's going to ignore his dream just because you.

you laughed silently. like, how could you?

“i don’t understand, y/n. i truly don’t.”

you gulp a lump in your throat. “me either, jake.”

if you had a chance to change a thing in the world right now, it would be your feelings towards him. not about your broken family, not even about him that made you almost lose your mind. you would've chosen jake over everything, to love him the loudest.

“we can work it out, y/n, please. let me—”

“we can't.” you bowed your head down, unable to make a single eye contact with him anymore. it doesn’t usually like this. you used to be stoic about whatever you faced with him. you used to know how to divert the topic to a lighter one then run away from the real thing.

you swear with all of your life, you want to leave him behind and start a new chapter with jake like he always wanted. but you haven't had the work done. you have yet to learn to escape from his grip and let yourself live the way you want. 

“i’m sorry.” you muttered.

you feel his body heat approaching you slowly. his shoulder shielding you from the sunset lights, making your toes try harder to grip the sand underneath. 

you wish you could choose to die in this moment with him, with the orange hue illuminating half of his face, with the urge to kiss him goodbye.

“you're everything to me, jakey.”

“stop calling me that if it means nothing to you.”

“you mean the world.” he tilted your chin to look up at him.

“you always wanted to watch the sunset at this beach, didn't you?”

you nod twice. “yes.” with you. 

“i always try to grant your wishes, right?”

you nod.

“i always treat you right, don’t i?”

you nod.

“so when things started to go wrong? i'd do anything for you, y/n.”

“there. exactly right there. i remember you told me you'd do anything, you'd kill for me. that was when it all went wrong.”

he was startled. “are you kidding me?”

“jake, i’m not done with myself,”

“i can be a company like i always do. we can stay like this.”

you groan out of frustration. “you don’t understand.”

he brought his face closer. “i don’t, so tell me.” he whispered with chattering teeth. eyes glued on your lips.

your breath hitched when he brushed his lips on your chapped one. 

you let him. you surely, gladly, let him. in fact, he is the only person you allowed to cross your boundaries. 

his touch does move your body, but not necessarily with something within you. sometimes all you want to do is hit your head on the nearest wall for being such an ungrateful idiot, while it is not like something you could easily control too.

a few seconds passed, he finally captured your lips perfectly in his. he kissed you slow, cupped your cheeks and tried pouring out all his feelings into it. 

you return it with a steady tempo as your thumbs rubbed his neck lovingly. he really is your lifesaver, your everything. you couldn’t imagine these past year without him beside you. but it would be even more unimaginable if he stayed with you like this. wasting himself for a broken soul like you. 

you don’t know when you will heal. you don’t even know if this can be healed, or do you even want it to be healed? you don’t know. but it's clear, he deserves everything and you don’t deserve him.

the wound your father left, the hole that person made in you, are the two most uncertain things in your life and you wouldn’t let jake go through the same thing just because he’s with you.

so, if a goodbye kiss was a real thing, that is what you were trying to do. because all you have with him is basically an endless loop and one of you really needs to stop it and that person should be you.

after a moment of heaven, he pulls away breathlessly. you grip the hem of his shirt and glanced at the polaroid of him smiling you took previously. you may keep that one.

you stare into his sparkly eyes. if only he knew what's inside your mind, it would be so easy. so you decide to return to the main topic that was previously forgotten, “i'll think about moving,” —by lying.

he beams. “god, are you serious?”

“but don’t expect too much,” you smile bitterly. 

he shook his head. “no, thank you.” he said as he lifted you up and hugged you tightly.

you ruffled his hair. “you have to take it no matter what my decision is. don’t me mind me, puppy.”

“nonsense. i’ll always consider you in everything.”

well, he is definitely going to hate you. 

a/n: just thinking about something new and here it is… hope you like it… bc im not sure either…

[niyabiblioteca]

Punisher

PAIRING: mark x fem!reader

warnings: overstimulation, choking, slapping, name-calling, just all the good stuff yk

mark is usually sweet and understanding, but this time he makes sure you remember your goddamn place.

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“fucking look at me.”

you really don’t think mark realizes how hard that command is. especially when he has your legs pushed up to your shoulders while he rapidly thrusts inside of you.

you can definitely admit you were hoping this would happen, hence why you acted out at all. but jesus, you were not aware that your boyfriend had such stamina when he’s angry.

because right now, you were 4 orgasms deep and he didn’t seem to wanna let up on you anytime soon.

he’s officially fed up with you and the way you’re still not looking at him just really ticks him off even more.

he grabs your throat and squeezes just enough to get your eyes to shoot open and finally look at his dark and firm gaze.

fuck, he looked so hot.

“you really just wanna piss me off today huh? when i say look at me that’s what the fuck i mean.”

“fuck- ‘m s-sorry daddy.” you finally managed to choke out some words and that is all you could say.

all he did was scoff and slow down his thrusts a bit, but they were still hard enough to make you squeal with each one.

he fell out of character for a second and really took a chance to admire how you looked and how fucked out you had become.

that is until you decided to give him a little cocky smirk. god why don’t you ever learn?

he gives you a quick slap that made your pussy gush out more arousal which he just clicked his tongue at before completely pulling out.

before you could even whine at the loss, he had already flipped you over and shoved his length back inside you and began to literally beat your shit up.

you had let out a loud scream at the sudden but welcome intrusion. this is surely the loudest he and you had ever heard you moan.

“shut the fuck up.” he said as he pushes your head into the pillow, almost making it hard to breathe.

through your muffled moans he had began to speak.

“can’t just listen and be a good girl. you just have to be a filthy whore because all you ever want is dick. won’t act right until i finally decide to slut you out, huh? that’s fine by me, but i want you to listen very closely.”

after every few words he brought his hand down hard onto your ass, as if punctuating his little speech.

“the next time you decide to act so bold, i won’t wait until we get home. i’ll take you right there on the table for everyone to see. although you might enjoy that too. god you’re such a slut.”

he reaches around your body and begins to finally rub your clit to go with his absolutely unforgiving thrusts.

that combination made you go completely silent as you began to choke on your own moans. all that was heard was mark’s sharp breaths and your skin slapping against each other.

all this stimulation was enough to cause that knot in your stomach curl up and snap as you came around him for the 5th time. hard.

your ears were ringing, your vision was blurry. this was unlike any orgasm you had ever had before.

as if on cue, mark curses and finally cums inside you, absolutely filling you to the brim. once he finally comes down from his high, he slowly pulls out of you.

you whimper at the feeling and then collapse onto your back while trying to catch your breath. he watches his cum slowly drip out of you and just bites his lip at the site.

he looks down at his length, covered with his and your juices. he was so satisfied with your current state. good thing that he was nowhere close to finished with you.

“come suck this off babe.”

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[moon-catto]

Why do you want to marry me?

Part I | Part II

I craved pain and you know what happened 😃, I'm thinking to make this into 2 parts. Maybe. If time permits. Also I'm trying to work on equivalent part 2, but the draft is still meh to me :/

Summary: The future of your engagement is decided today.

Warning: angst without comfort.

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It’s been two weeks since you lost sight of your fiance. He usually would burst into your workplace in the loudest and extra way possible just to ask you for lunch, yet you were met with nobody today, yesterday, and the week before.

Your texts and calls go unanswered. You’re basically spamming his notifications at this point but you don’t care. He’s unusually quiet and it worries you. So that’s why you went out of work early to check him at his place.

The silver ring on your annular finger goes loose for a moment, you fixed it before ringing his doorbell. Hearing his footsteps coming nearer, you unconsciously fixed your hair quickly. Heart beating expectantly.

The white door swung open and revealed the man you have searched for in his sleeping attire. Loose black shirt with black sweatpants, his hair is messy and sleep is still clearly seen on his face. It’s already midday, why is he waking up so late?

“Sato–”

“Why are you here?” He asked, he spoke a bit faster so you need some extra seconds to comprehend his words but the only thing that stuck in your head is the fact that he just questioned why you’re on his front door. His way of talking also feels strange, a bit rude— you dare say, like he doesn’t want you here. You may just overthink this because you haven’t seen him in days, but that doesn’t mean you don’t feel any pain at his choice of words.

“I– I was… looking for you.” You said, surprisingly hesitant. The man in front of you is not the usual Gojo who would pick you up after work. No. So who is exactly this cold man who’s wearing the face of your fiance?

“Why?” You don’t miss the way his forehead frowned, like he’s actually offended by your answer.

“I have been trying to contact you for days.” You can’t hold back the emotions flooding inside you. Your anger slowly leaking in your tone at his indifferent expression. “I’m worried about you.”

“I’m fine. See?”

What’s up with him? Went missing for days without any news then  showing up without any remorse or guilt of having you worried for him. Not that you asked for anything, but a simple notice would be nice.

You sighed. Being his fiancee for five months  is enough for you to understand how stubborn he is. “Just let me in for a minute.” Your voice came out as a whisper. You avert your gaze to the floor tile below as you continue. “Is that also too much to ask?”

You missed the way his pupils dilated. His indifference cracked for a moment, replaced with an unexpected surprise on his tired face. He expected this, your reaction and everything however his heart doesn’t get used to it and instead clenched painfully inside his ribcage.

You rubbed your right arm hesitantly under his stark gaze. “It’s cold...”

He sighed. “Fine.”

You decide to ignore how forced he is acting when he makes space for you to go inside. The chilling wind of winter subdued the moment you set your foot inside, but the raging storm inside your heart remains there, the thought that you possibly upset him plagued your mind.

“Hurry up.” He ushered you. You walked with a heavy heart.

You took a seat on one of his expensive couches. You used to watch movies here with him… it used to feel so comfortable, but now the material feels stiff.

He’s gone to the second floor and for a moment you thought he would leave you here alone, but he’s back with a blanket shortly after.

“Here.”

You accepted the blanket. “Thanks.”

He just nodded and then went to the kitchen this time. Maybe it’s just you, but you thought he’s purposefully busying himself so he doesn’t have to talk to you. Your suspicion might be true since he’s quickly given you a glass of water, sitting on another couch and playing with his phone instead.

He ignored you.

“Satoru.”

“Hmm.”

“Can we talk?”

“We are talking, Y/N.”

“I mean, like properly.” you huffed, stressed by how lightly he took this situation. “I haven’t had any chance to talk to you.”

“You can just text me.”

“I have. You didn’t read them.”

“Was planning to.”

“But?”

“I’m busy.” His aloof way of talking both irritates and hurts you. He never acted like this before, you also don't reckon doing anything to upset him. You were doing fine with him, until recently. Or is it just you who thought everything is fine but it’s actually not? You are full of questions and dying to ask him, but you won’t have your answer. Not with him ignoring you like this.

“Hey,” You softly called him, he still doesn’t spare you a glance. “Satoru.” You put a hand on his thigh, and he flinched.

Immediately, you retracted your hand. Feeling embarrassed that he doesn’t even want you to touch him. “Did I do something wrong?”

“...No.” He scrolled in God knows what and continue to turn a blind eye to you, who’s actually on the verge of tears.

“So why did you ignore me?”

The desperation on your voice is thick, and is straight shameful. But you don’t know any better, you don’t know what to do with him acting so strange like this. Your mind whispers the things you don’t wanna know, your greatest fear and nightmare. His attitude doesn’t help in any way.

“I don’t… I’m just busy.” He sighed, he sounds tired and maybe it’s true that he’s so busy yet your heart still insists.

“Too busy to make a call?”

“Y/N.” he finally looked at you, clearly irritated. His eyes hid so many emotions that are foreign to you. You are scared as much as how pathetic you feel right now.

“Did you…” only then he finally noticed the lightness in your voice, the tremble of your hands, and the pale color of your face. “Did you cheat on me?”

At that moment, he knew he took things too far. Your tears threatened to fall as they filled your waterline.

“I don’t–”

“Answer me.” The strictness in your voice startled him.

“I’m not.” He stutters. “I would never.”

“So are you bored of me?”

“Why are you—” You stood. Finally fed up with his antics. You picked up your purse and looked at him dead in the eyes.

“Looks like I just wasted your time.” You roughly rubbed your eyes with your arms. Noticing your movement, he also got up. His eyes frantically searched for yours.

“Wa-wait,” He grabbed your wrist which you yanked to get him off of you. “Where are you going?”

“Why bother asking.” You nudged him when he tried to catch your hand again. “I’ll just leave you here.”

Before you are able to pull the door open, he catches your shoulder and turns your body to face him. “Y/N!” He slams your back to the door a bit too hard. The door knob hits your waist.

“Ouch.” You whimpered and he’s at lost for words.

“Shit, are you alright? I didn’t mean to—” He raised his hand to help you out but you mistook his intention as a threat, you raised both arms in front of your face while squeezing your eyes shut.

He froze. Did you just think that he would hit you?

“I…” his tears fell just like that. “Did you just–”

His quiet sobs attract your attention, you took a small peek at him and found him looking at you with tears staining his cheeks.

“Do you think I will hit you?” He asked, for reassurance. “Are you scared of me?”

“... Yes.” Your small confirmation just made his heart break inside, shattered everything like a thin piece of glass. His heart bleeds at the thought that he scared you, his fiancee.

“Why?”

“I don’t know you.” You tried to suppress your sobs but failed. Your futile attempt just made his heartache worsen. “You’re not my fiance, not my Satoru. I don’t know who you are and why you keep hurting me like this.”

“I-i’m,” he tried to talk, to say anything but his tongue goes numb after your breakdown. He caused this, the one who made you cry is the same man who promised to protect you.

“What do you want?” You asked. “You can just be honest, so i won’t have to be like this everyday.” You bit your lips hard. ‘I’m like a fool, looking for you when you clearly don’t want that.”

He watched in pure horror as you pulled your engagement ring off your finger. The feeling is so terrible, like your heart is being pulled into half. His chest feels suffocated.

“I’m tired.” You told him. “Really tired of your games.” You put the ring on the small table nearby and turned to open the door but turned to him once again. He’s still frozen, completely distraught when you give him a small box.

“You can dump this too.” When he comes to his senses, he’s alone in his house with a small gift box with a small note in his hand.

Happy birthday, Satoru.

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