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[soletudie]

𝓦ith 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗒 ❦  𝕽𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽

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[julieheartt]

་ਓ̶̲̈̈̈̈͟͡ ̲̈ ˑ ʂ۪ɯ́ҽˑҽƚ ʅι֗ƙҽ ԋ۪ꪮɳ͘ҽყ, ƙ་αɾ۪ɱˑα ιʂ α ᨶꪖᡶ ઈ . ๑

⠀ﺞ᤺ ⠀𝗁ᥱᥙᩛ ? ！𐙚⃞▒⠀﹕ 𝒥սᥣıᥱ. ★᪽⃨᭡ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 credits.

[hellishradio]

[❤️‍🩹]

I don't feel like I'm doing good enough. I feel like every day I make some fucking mistake, and every day I get more and more worried about my future. I'm gonna be okay, right?

"Well dear, the uncertainty about the future can be overwhelming, can't it? Don't be so harsh on yourself darling, the only thing you should be worried about is that frown! Turn it upside down, hm?"

mod : hey anon! thanks for telling me your struggles. fear of the future can be extremely wearing, especially when every reminder of the future makes you anxious. everyone makes mistakes, from anyone just walking by the streets, to the most successful people in the world. if you are constantly hard on yourself, then any little mistakrs or imperfections become much bigger in your mind than they actually are. you will be okay, anon, you have made it so far, despite fighting for a little bit of life until now.

but whether you are okay or not, i hope you know at least one person is proud of you, mistake or not. and if there is none, then i must be dead. take care anon <3

❤️‍🩹 — advice for ventsㅤ|ㅤcheck out the event!ㅤ|ㅤ100f eventㅤ|ㅤㅤinternational hotlines if you are struggling

[ughscara]

// 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 .

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the individual and self-explanatory tags won't be added here as to not take up more of the post. you can see them below if you want to~ you'll be seeing familiar names ‹3

[aliajpg]

[yoonitos]

𓊆  ♰  𓈒  ׁ Estar enamorado es estar en un laberinto de dolor sin salida . ♬✿

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

[lizaalzhy]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ꒰͡𑁬̮̩࣪ ᥍ɥꭑϐ𑄝ℓ𝘀 ꭑꪱ𝗻ꪱ ꭾ͟α͟ϲ𝗄 ໒̮̩͡꒱

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ㅤ︵ׂ︵ ִ 在 ׁ ི۪۪۪ 🦢 ྀ۪۪۪ ˑ ⊹ ۫ ꒱

ﾟ。₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ｡ﾟㅤ ࣭ ◌ ⋆ ໒ 𝓕𝑎𝑙𝑙 ׁ 𐑥 ָ֢ ✧ ׄ 𑂴

ﾟ･｡･ﾟㅤㅤㅤ࣭ ㅤㅤׂ ㅤ ㅤˑㅤ ㅤ۟ ㅤㅤ𓈒ㅤㅤׂㅤ

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ㅤ𔘓 ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

╭◜◝ ◜◝ ◜◝╮ ㅤ࣭ ㅤㅤׂ ㅤ ㅤˑㅤ ㅤ۟ ㅤㅤ𓈒ㅤㅤׂㅤ

( ૮꒰ ᵕ ༝ ᵕ ꒱ა ) ៸៸ ˑ ♡ ͟ ׂ 𓂂 🏐 ͡ ۪ ֗ 𔒱 °

╰◟◞ ◟◞ ◟◞╯ ⊹ ׂ ︪︩ ּ 𝒢𝓁𝒸 ۫ › 𓈒 ֹ ⃝𑁍

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[wieqo]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𒁍 ★⃝͜͡🪰🦷 ֹ ㅤ𝟑𝟑̸ 𖤓▊ ¹⁸

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ☆̲̅𐝃ْꦌ🗡️ Cath Me!ㅤ༩ᭊㅤ(if u Can):::

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤི᭨ᩧྀ🦻🏻 ☙ꜜ ‧̥ ‧̥˚̩̩̥͙·‧̥·̊‧̥ ㅤ᜵🪦

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𓍚ํֻ 🫀高ㅤ˒ㅤSɘm ꭺmor ༦

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ🎧𖡄̽ ᭂㅤㅤ꒰ ͟͡ | ♥︎ ❀᭢᜴꤬

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𖡄̽👧🏼ᭂㅤ〹⭑๋܂ söur Soul⣦✟᭪

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[beomiracles]

⌞ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 ⌝

DREAM RECALL ⸝⸝ Despite everything, he’s still crying. Shiny droplets rolling down his cheeks almost rhythmically as he pants under you. — Your stomach twists as your attention falls on the dark hues adorning his neck and collarbone. Not only had he fucked her, he’d let her do that to him as well, and he came home wearing it, like some fucking souvenir. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⸝⸝

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pairings non idol!yeonjun x fem!reader warnings infidelity, cheater!yeonjun, hurt no comfort, angst, yeonjun cries a lot, handjob, unprotected sex + pullout, meandom!reader, sub!yeonjun, pathetic/desperate yeonjun, nipple play, slapping, degrading, use of "whore", implied marking, big time sad.

#serene adds ✎ I wasn't planning on writing this today but you know the saying of "striking when the iron is hot", well yeah it was practically on fire so I kind of had to. this is not proofread in the slightest oops.

Your usually cozy and warm bedroom feels dark and distant. The air is cold and it causes goosebumps to rise on the naked skin of your arms. Low and hushed sobs fill the dense atmosphere as Yeonjun huddles by your feet. — It was an almost pitiful sight, seeing his disheveled hair, the fat droplets of tears that rolled down his flushed cheeks, bottom lip quivering as he gulped down a breath of air. 

But you did not pity him. In fact, you think you might even hate him. Because when you regard his pathetic frame, trembling hands clawing at the hem of your skirt as his wet face leaves damp spots on the fabric, you feel nothing but disgust. His touch no longer felt warm, nor did it feel comforting. It felt foreign, dirty and tainted with something else, someone else. 

“Please, p-please baby it wasn’t like that!” 

He pleads and he pleads, fingers curling around the flimsy cotton as he tugs himself closer, shuffling on the floor beneath you. A vile grimace darkens your expression as you peer down at him with disdain. — “Get off of me.” 

Yeonjun’s eyes snap up to yours, they’re wide and terrified as he shakes his head. “B-Baby please, you have to believe me!” — Believe him? What an ironic thought indeed. Time and time again, you had believed him, told yourself that you were overreacting, that you were being delusional, that you were a bad girlfriend. You believed him when he told you not to worry about the late nights he worked, about the sudden business meetings, about the team dinners; about the nights you spent alone in bed, foolishly waiting for someone you thought longed to get home to you. 

With the small kick off your heel to his stomach, Yeonjun tumbles back, landing on his ass with a thud and he blinks up at you with teary eyes. “Believe you?” You huff, pulling out your phone as you wave the device in front of him. “Is this what you want me to believe? That this was intended for me, and not that colleague of yours?” 

You watch as his dilated pupils practically explode when they land on the hotel reservation being presented before him, and he audibly swallows. He knows that he’s gotten caught, yet he still tries to lie his way out of it. — It hurts. Not only because he cheated. But because it wasn’t with just anyone. She was special. Yeonjun had never looked at you like that, not once during the three years in which you had been together, the three years in which you had done everything for him. 

Tears threaten to spill down your cheeks and you draw in a shaky breath. He wouldn’t get to see you cry, not anymore and never again. 

“Let’s end things.” 

The statement shouldn’t have taken him by surprise but it seems to have as Yeonjun feebly shakes his head, a loud sob ripping from his throat. “No!” He wails, immediately crawling back to wrap his arms around your legs, pressing his cheek flat against your thighs as he resumes his pitiful crying. — You want to push him off, tell him that he’s disgusting and that you want nothing more to do with him. 

“P-Please..” His voice is hushed, jagged and ruined by him choking on his own tears, “i-it was a mistake I s-swear! I would n-never do that to y-you, I- I love you!” By the end he sounds almost strained, high-pitched and desperate as he clings to you. — Love. What a pathetic emotion. If this was love then you didn’t want it. 

“Do you think shit will be okay just because you said that?” You seethe, fingers curling into fists by your sides as you fight off the urge to kick him off once more. Yeonjun doesn’t say anything, merely hugging himself closer as he cries into your skirt, biting back whimpers as he snivels. — “Do you think I'll forgive you? That I’ll kiss you and tell you that everything is fine?” 

He hiccups at your words, shaking his head shamefully as his fingers twist against the smooth fabric of your clothes. “Is that what you want?” You ask, your voice suddenly shifting into an eerily calm one, but Yeonjun doesn’t seem to pick up on the change as he continues to sob. — “Answer me.” Your demand makes his head jerk up and he hesitates for only a second before he nods, biting his swollen bottom lip carefully. With a small huff you avert your gaze, taking a step back as you shrug him off once more. 

Then you kneel down, the rich carpet is soft under your bare legs and you regard your boyfriend with a look of fabricated sympathy. Yeonjun on the other hand looks wary as he awkwardly swallows, his gaze flitting between your eyes nervously as he exhales. — He lets out a noise of surprise when you suddenly cup his cheek, leaning in to press a small kiss against his wobbling lips. Though he quickly falls into your embrace as he lets your tongue dwell deep inside his waiting mouth, gliding along his own as he whimpers. 

It didn’t feel the same. It wasn’t the same. And you hated it. 

With a small hiss you withdraw, making him look at you with an alarmed expression as he tries to speak, though no words come out. — “On the bed.” Is all you say, your voice suddenly cold and demanding. The subtle shift makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand and Yeonjun scrambles to his feet as he hurries for the bed, gingerly plopping down on the mattress. 

You’re quick to follow behind, looming over his uncertain figure as you study him closely. “Undress.” — “W-What?” His question makes you groan and you reach for the collar of his shirt, yanking the first few buttons open. “This is what you wanted, no? For things to go back to normal, for me to say that it’s all okay.” 

He parts his lips but remains silent, slowly nodding as his hands raise to resume the work you’d started on his sweater. — Once the garment falls from his shoulders, you push him back, making yourself comfortable on his lap as you straddle him. He looks confused, but there’s an undeniable glimmer of hope flickering behind his eyes as you reach for your own blouse, slowly pulling it over your head. 

“You want to pretend like nothing’s ever happened?” You wonder as you lean forward, the tip of your finger resting on his chin and Yeonjun nods. He was so used to you complying, used to you believing him, he had grown comfortable with your naivety. And now you were paying the price for it. — “Yeah? You want to pretend like you never fucked that woman?” — His face falls at the statement and he immediately objects, just like you had expected him to. “Baby I didn’t I swear, it’s a misunderstanding you have to believe-” 

Smack! 

The slap echoes through the air and Yeonjun’s rant immediately cuts short as his eyes blow wide. Your hand stings but you ignore it, instead focusing on the red mark blooming across his cheek, satisfaction beating within your chest. — “You fucking liar.” Your voice is close to breaking but you don’t care. Thumb and index finger digging into his cheeks as he tries shaking his head, as he tries denying the blatant truth once more. 

Tears spill from his eyes yet again, his nose becoming stuffed as he fights to inhale through it. You pay him little mind, your hand wandering down his stomach until you reach the hem of his pants. A final glance his way shows that he’s both anticipating and fearful of your next move, his body squirming under you as he tries to make sense of the situation. 

He gasps when your fingers wrap around his semi-erect cock, working quickly to get him hard as you pull back to spit on your hand. “Probably won’t be as good as your previous fuck I fear”, you mutter as your thumb rubs his tip harshly, making him whine as his hips buck. — The wet streaks on his cheek have yet to stop and he continues to sob, mindlessly shaking his head as small hiccups of “no’s” and “wasn’t like that”, leaves his lips. 

“No I bet it wasn’t”, you drawl, pulling him from his briefs as you lean back to work your hand along his throbbing cock. “I bet it was just a mistake”, you sigh, slowing down momentarily as your gaze shifts to his face. Yeonjun’s eyes are wide as he stares up at the ceiling, short pants passing his parted lips and his face is puffy and red from crying. — “Was it?” You repeat your question, and it makes his head lull forward as he nods. 

“Y-Yes! W-Was a m-mistake!” He breathes, chest heaving as he tries to win you over, tries to win you back. You have to bite back the insults already waiting on your tongue as you regard his pathetic attempts at showing remorse. “And you’re sorry?” — The hand on his cock has almost completely stopped now and Yeonjun writhers uncomfortably under you as he nods feebly. “Y-Yes, I’m s-sorry, please baby!” He chokes the words out between his tears.  

It was tempting to give in, to believe him, just like you always did. The thought of falling back into your old habit of ignorant bliss, of unawareness and your life in the dark.. It scared you more than anything. You refused to become that person once more. You refused to put up with the shit that Yeonjun would make you endure, all because you wanted to be a good girlfriend. That obviously wasn’t enough. 

Instead you lift your skirt up, instructing him to hold it for you as you slide your panties to the side, drawing a lazy finger across your unenthusiastic cunt. Yeonjun practically whimpers at the sight of you touching yourself before him, cock twitching as it demands attention. But you can’t muster another feeling besides disgust. Bet he couldn’t wait to fuck the next thing that as much as moved. 

He emits a strangled moan as you slide down on him, nestling him between your legs just like you had so many times before. Except everything was different today. — His hands are on your hips as he tugs you forward, desperate for you to meet his eager thrusts as he buries himself deep inside of your tight and burning core. 

Despite everything, he’s still crying. Shiny droplets rolling down his cheeks almost rhythmically as he pants under you. — Your stomach twists as your attention falls on the dark hues adorning his neck and collarbone. Not only had he fucked her, he’d let her do that to him as well, and he came home wearing it, like some fucking souvenir. 

“What a fucking whore.” You mutter, nails scraping across the marks and Yeonjun whimpers at the contact to the sensitive skin. There was no denying his actions now, he knew it too, lip trembling as he followed your lingering gaze. — “A liar and a whore, what else are you?” Your pace is slow as you grind against him, feeling his cock twitch with every clench of your cunt around him. He doesn’t answer, the only sounds he emits are wailing cries and whimpers as he loses himself in a guilt-ridden state of ecstasy. 

“Do you like it? Do you like being covered in the filth of another woman?” You practically yell, making him whimper as he shakes his head, breath catching in his throat as he fumbles for words. — Biting the inside of your cheek, you let your hands splay across his chest, not bothering to leave any marks of your own, you didn’t want him to have a single piece of you left. Instead your focus shifts to his perked nipples, fingers coming up to play with the sensitive buds as Yeonjun arches off the mattress with a weak moan. 

“Disgusting fucking whore”, you grit, fighting off the tears as you increased your pace on him, hips snapping against his. “Doesn't matter who it is as long as you get your dick wet.” — He’s stopped trying to object, merely accepting his fate as he sobs out into the dark room, his hands on your hips trembling as he tries pulling you closer. 

“Get your hands off of me”, you grunt, prying him from your body before your fingers reattach themselves around his nipples, pulling and twisting them as you gauge his reaction. Yeonjun whines as his head falls back against the pillow, drool forming in the corner of his mouth before it slowly rolls down the side of his chin. “Mhhn, p-please baby..” He mumbles, his expression dazed as he struggles to see straight. 

Unbelievable. He still had the nerve to ask such a thing. “You’re funny if you honestly think I’m going to let you come anywhere near me, let alone inside”, you spit, watching as his brows draw together in a confused frown, fingers twisting in the bed sheets as he swallows a small wail. 

His cock continues to twitch inside of you and with a quiet huff you pull off, to which Yeonjun groans as his hips buck in an attempt to chase after you. — It felt good, seeing him like this, completely worn out and spent before you. His hair standing in all directions, body glistening in a sheer layer of sweat, his cheeks red and puffed as they lay coated in his tears. It didn’t matter that he’d cheated, because even if he did, you were the one who got to see him like this, you were the one who made him like this. 

Your hand returns to stroke him, relishing in the way he caught his bottom lip between his teeth to muffle the noises he’d previously been letting out so shamelessly. And when he comes you let it splatter across his stomach, adding to the filth and dirt already covering him as he cries in your grasp. But you didn’t take pity on him, not once. Because when did he ever take pity on you? 

As his breathing evens out, his cock softening, and his tears gradually subsiding, Yeonjun finally lifts his gaze to look at you. His expression is best described as hopeful. He still thinks he’s got you wrapped around his finger. He still thinks that you’ll forgive him for everything he’s done. — But you won’t.

“Get out.” 

He looks surprised, startled even, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. “What?” He croaks, his voice hoarse as he props himself up on his elbows. You frown, eyes boring into his, “I said get out, did you not hear me?” — “We’re over, Yeonjun.” 

Just as you thought he would finally stop crying, does his tears resurface. You wondered why he cried. Because he surely wasn’t mourning the loss of you, he’d made that very clear the second he got in another woman’s bed. You don’t care for his tears, not anymore. You don’t care for him anymore. And even if Yeonjun did care about you, in his own twisted and fucked up way, it was far too late now, he knew that too. 

The bedroom door shuts minutes later and you’re left alone, just as alone as you had been all those nights without him. It didn’t feel much different, and you wondered why you hadn’t done this sooner.

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[atsubie]

i just wanna stop the

scars that grow ,,, everytime

that i go home ,

𓂃 𓈒𓏸 🏹 ░ ﹏﹒

🪵🖇 » ?? ¿¿ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 ⋮ crying, crying, crying

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[ryuken-n]

bio inspo !!!

⊹｡ ִ🌷🖇 ˖ ‧˚★ㅤㅤㅤ♡˖˚⭑🍓🍮💭 ˖˳

.˳𔓕🪴🥨˚.𓂅ㅤㅤㅤㅤ✧˖˳°🎻🌲⋆ * ･ﾟ

𓏲 ๋.˚🪻🫧 ⊹˚.𓂅ㅤㅤㅤ𓂃⊹｡✧🧣🧤.˳⁺⁎˚ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

[ojiito]

͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏[ 2O23 ] ⚠️ ͏͏͏✳︎ ˚ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏· . ˚. · 🍓❔ ੈ ✩. · ˚ . 💧

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[espuor]

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PRAYERS 【＃000.】

ATSV x Child！Reader

（Also the Miguel O'hara and Child reader I promised🥲）

Chapters:

【＃001.】 －HLS.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ【TW!! Mentions of illegal human rights violation such as－illegal and unauthorized human experiments, human trafficking, profanity, vivid mentions of sex, gateway drugs, injuries, blood and such. Please proceed with tender caution for young audiences, thank you.】

Reminders; This will have parts so be patient, it'll be worth it I promise you<33 enjoooyy

Reader is 12 years old so don't even think about it.

English IS my first language, but I've spent majority of my life speaking my native language, so pardon my punctuation, grammar, spelling and error.

Based on the movie itself, huge credits to the studio of the movies and the team for making a great movie<3

Constant editing btw😭

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【#000.】

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－It wasn't long before you felt something rush into your veins, the agony that lingered your muscles to the cells of your body was beyond painful. All you could see before your eyes is the blurred vision of your father's laboratory, and of course. Him.

It's been always like this, ever since your mother had reached her passing since the birth of your brother－Soren. He was just a child and so did you. You knew damn well he didn't deserve to suffer the same faith as you, the same faith of a guinea pig. It sounds cruel－so cruel. But it's reality. And you don't want to live in that reality. No matter how many times you've begged your father－"Daddy! Please! No more… It hurts so bad!", "Daddy! I don't like it! I hate it! Please stop, it hurts!"－but no… 

He was cruel. 

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Huff, Huff, Huff.

Run, run as fast as you can! You like horses, don't you? Then run like one! You'll reach your goal!

The tender voice of your mother echoed into your mind, and it hurts, as well as your feet and legs as you used them to flee. But can you be free? Attempts after attempts, you'd always end up with a very bad bruise. But not anymore, you seeked the freedom you rightfully deserved. Your new given and unfortunate abilities give you the advantage. You used your own curse to flee the curse. It was painful. But it was worth it.

The red lights wash you disgusting, seeing things that shouldn't be seen by a child. Moans of greed and lust in stores, the face of pleasure on a woman's face. Your eyes watered as you see the cruel side of the world. Your panting became frantic as you heard a voice calling out your name behind you as you ran. It was a mad voice, and you didn't want to hear it anymore. You were desperate for freedom, you were sure you'd escape.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"[NAME]!! COME BACK HERE! WE'RE NOT FINISHED!" You were scared to come back, your foot splashing the wet puddles of the cement floor as you ran. You were still running at the reeked alleyway of red. It was difficult if you found yourself bumping into someone as your hands would stick to anything that came in contact with it. The way you'd become so desperate that you began to run on walls, expecting to fall. You stayed.

So you ran, jumped and leaped, you've almost done everything just to escape him, and once you finally did, you were no longer in that red, reeked alleyway. You found yourself on the sidewalks of New York. You took a second to catch your breath, and now you smelled the scent of freedom. It took you a second before your eyes blurred with tears, you looked at the city and you were becoming overwhelmed. This is the freedom you've sought. This is finally it. Your war has ended… But the battle was beginning.

Suddenly, you felt your senses tingling and so suddenly. The whole city glitches and you see yourself being pulled to a wormhole. You were dragged into somewhere nauseous. You saw colours of the rainbow around you as well it's hysteric glitching, you were becoming overwhelmed. Confusion flashed before your eyes. As your body was going with the flow of the wormhole, you felt the vibrations of the violent voice from your father. You turned around and saw him holding a knife, he was still after you.

You tried to get away, and you did. You fell above the city, possibly in mid air－then it was it. You thought this was accidental suicide. But you accepted fate with open arms. You were going to die anyway. But your body moved by its own mind, not yours. Your wrist released webs and you were starting to swing at the buildings of the city. It was a miracle… A confusing one. But the feeling of air brushing against you feels euphoric, so you mindlessly continue to swing with your unfortunate abilities.

You felt freedom, the freedom that you've sought for so long. You saw the horizon of the sky and the city, divided in a perfect way. You felt a warm sense of appreciation in your chest, to the point you could've sworn that you have been swinging with a blurred vision caused by the tears in your eyes. It was delightful. 

You aim from building to building as you swing with your webs, left to right you go as you hold onto the web. People around and under you are looking in your direction, either in awe and surprise. Some even yelled the alias; "Spider-Girl!" which you found confusing. You noticed to yourself that your face was bare to the eyes of the clueless yet curious citizens.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"Shoot." You cursed under your breath, you immature swinged somewhere on the city until you found a subway. No hesitation did you swinged at the entrance, you looked at your back to see your father still chasing after you. You wanted to cry desperately, you wanted to yell how much you didn't want to ve with him. But it's a runner's game at this moment. So you had no choice but to use your legs to run down the subway. The police noticed this and began to chase after you.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ'Great, just great.' That aged up mind of yours sarcastically celebrated as you groaned in annoyance. However, that annoyance had a hint of frustration? That's right folks: Frustration. You ran down the stairs and leaped through barriers of the subway. You saw the police chasing after you as they began to call out for you. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"Ayo, kid! Stop!" One of the officers yelled to halt down your running. But something on your guts tells you, you don't belong here. Which explained glitchings. 

Speaking of glitching, you began to glitch hysterically, flashing colors and becoming a creature of deformity temporarily. The people around you was shocked, even horrified. Before one of them pulls out their phone to record on Facebook live, you felt something under your feet with heavy gravity. You immediately fell on that sudden hole under your feet, it didn't even gave you time to react－even with your enhanced senses.

Tch.

Rude.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤEND OF CHAPTER.

[sacredsnape]

Could you write for demisexual sev? He’s never been sexually attracted to anyone or like craved sex with anyone and he thinks he’s asexual for the longest time then he meets reader and start falling then things start to change from kissing to touching and he’s just like "Oh!"

I've always headcanoned him as being demisexual so this is a great request!

Genre: smut

Warnings: handjob, blowjob, virgin!Sev, experienced!reader, unprotected sex, aftercare

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Sev was never one to crave sex, let alone be sexually attracted to anyone. He's never had any sexual experience or a relationship, but when he meets you, everything changes.

You and Sev originally met at Flourish and Blotts and happened to be looking for the same book. You both shared a love for reading and you would often invite him over to your place to have tea, read, and discuss what you've read recently.

It takes a while for him to open up and be comfortable around you, but once he's out of his shell, he's coming over all the time and taking any other opportunity to spend time with you.

These little innocent dates turned into something more, and eventually progressed into cuddling, kissing, and other...not so wholesome activities.

NSFW

The first time your hand slips down Sev's trousers he gasps into your mouth, his body thrumming with excitement as you palm him lazily over his underwear.

"Do you want this?" you ask him, pressing a firm kiss to his cheek. "I know that you're new to this, and I want to make you comfortable."

"Please," he begs, humping against your hand shamelessly as he searches for friction. With you, he could be as sexually open as he wanted; you always made him feel so comfortable, even when you two shared your first kiss months prior.

You unbutton his trousers and slide them down to his thighs, his underwear following suit. You stroke his painfully hard cock, kissing his neck and listening to his sweet whimpers.

"F-fuck," he stammers out, gripping your shoulders hard. "That feels- oh."

He can't even form a proper sentence with your hand pumping him so perfectly, and he shuts his eyes and allows intense waves of pleasure to wash over him.

He's coming undone in less than a minute, gasping into your hair as he holds onto you, shaking all over. He feels slightly dizzy, wondering how he could have gone so long without such pleasure.

When you go down on him for the first time, Severus thinks he's died and gone to heaven. Your mouth is so fucking perfect and warm around his throbbing cock that he can't help but tug on your hair, moaning expletives and praises.

"Just like that, baby. Fuck, your mouth is so good," he moans, squirming in his seat as he tugs on your hair harder, to the point where you choke and gag around his cock.

"Fuck, I'm sorry," he apologizes when you release your lips from around his cock with a soft pop, your lips slick with his pre-cum.

"It's okay, love. Just relax," you soothe him, lowering your head and taking him into your mouth again, and Severus comes so hard moments later that he sees stars burst behind his eyelids.

The first time he fucks you, he's so worried about accidentally hurting you or going too fast that you have to coax him into moving. He stays very still at first to let you adjust, but once he's feeling confident, he fucks you like it's his only mission in life.

"You feel so perfect, so good," he whimpers, running his hands across your body as he desperately ruts into you. "You squeeze my cock just right."

You can't even speak, moaning loudly at his words. He's grown so confident in bed and it's the hottest thing you've ever witnessed.

The feeling of your pulsing warmth wrapped around his cock is foreign to Severus, but it's the most amazing feeling he's ever felt. It feels even better when he comes inside of you and you're squeezing him so hard that he comes again, moaning weakly and mumbling how good you were for him.

He takes such good care of you afterwards as well. He cleans the both of you up and wraps you in a big, fluffy blanket that just came straight out of the dryer. He snuggles you and kisses your bare skin, thanking you repeatedly for showing him how to enjoy sex and how to not feel ashamed of it.

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