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deathblacksmoke · 6 months

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Dramamine—Part 9

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Nick Ruffilo

Series Summary: Cynical, brooding bartender Nick meets too-earnest, pretty boy singer Noah when The Rabbit's Foot starts hosting an open mic night.

CW: a little bit of angst and self-doubt, a little bit of backstory, self-serving pretty flowery apologies, and i made the boys kiss again

*Content warnings are updated by chapter*

Word Count: 1.7K

dividers by @cafekitsune 💐

He’s about ready to own up to it when Autumn walks in, admit what he’s done and face the consequences. He’s pissed her off before and survived — he doesn’t doubt he can do it again.

She sidles up beside him at the register and he’s going to tell on himself when she says something that makes his eyes widen. “Nick texted you?”

His mind reels, wondering how she knows. When he glances over, he’s expecting anger in her expression, or at the very least annoyance. Instead he finds her smiling at him, expression soft.

“How did you know?” he inquires, wracking his brain for an explanation but coming up with nothing. His stomach turns when he envisions Autumn pounding on the door of Nick’s house, or barging into the bar, berating a stranger for something that shouldn’t be her problem. Autumn, as always, coming to his rescue when he can’t do it himself.

He feels sick.

“Do you remember my friend Jasmine?” Autumn offers, and there’s a beat when he questions the relevance of the question. He remembers her vaguely — she and Autumn were friends while Noah was living in Baltimore, a coworker from the university. They’d met once, when Noah came home for the weekend, but he didn’t stick around. It just didn’t feel like home anymore. He was happy that she had someone like Jasmine to fill the void he’d left when he vanished.

He distantly wonders why they don’t see each other anymore before his heart drops, remembering what happened to her. He sees her face, his mind traveling to the photo on the end table in Nick’s living room. Her pretty dark hair, her kind smile.

He doesn’t know how he didn’t connect it, and he feels painfully foolish. Not knowing what else to say, he nods.

“He’s a good guy, Noah,” Autumn utters, a sigh on the edge of her voice as if she hates to admit it. He knows that she’s right, and just recently he would have done anything for her to think so, but right now it makes him feel like he’s out of people on his side. He still needs her on his side. “He’s been through a hell of a lot, but he wants to fix this.”

He imagines how the conversation might go tonight. His mind conjures the image of an apology, at Autumn’s instruction, but yet another letdown. It isn’t the first time someone hasn’t wanted him, and he’s sure it won’t be the last. Already, he’s itching to disappear again. Asheville might be nice this time.

It already took everything in him to come back here. It took even more out of him to open his heart again, and he really thought he’d picked the right one this time — it felt right, didn’t it?

His mind shifts suddenly back to the last time something felt right, the overwhelming joy he’d felt, and rapidly to the look on Aiden’s face when Noah had the nerve to ask if he wanted to get married, to the bellowing laughter and the pity painted across his face that read oh, you poor thing. When he got home from work the next day, half of the apartment was emptied out. He didn’t see him again, but every inch of Richmond stunk of the 3 years of memories they made together.

He knows what it’s like to want to disappear. He knows how hard it is to come back. It isn’t the same, but he knows how it feels for your life to stop dead in its tracks.

It’s a little past 8 already, anxiety bubbling up in his gut as he’s pacing back and forth across his living room. There’s a part of him hoping that Nick doesn’t show, leaving Noah to fill in the blanks on his own, fizzling out slowly and painfully but without a direct and detailed hit to his ego.

Autumn and the guys have gone out to give them privacy, and the thought of being left alone for even a moment after Nick shatters him all over again makes his chest ache. He doesn’t want them to be here to watch it happen, but he still wishes they’d stayed. He can’t be by himself.

His spiral is interrupted by three knocks in quick succession.

He’s nauseated, shaking with nerves, but he can’t deny that he misses Nick. He misses his face, his voice, the way his lips spread into a smile seemingly against his will. At least he’ll get to see him one last time before he disappears from Noah’s life for good, another black mark on his romantic history.

When he swings the door open with shaking hands, he finds himself unprepared for what he sees on the other side. Nick, looking more timid than Noah’s ever seen him, with a hastily put together bouquet of flowers and the most hopeful expression in his eyes.

It’s not at all what he expected.

“I’m sorry I’m a little late, I—” Nick starts, unsteady on his feet and jittery. Noah won’t let himself get his hopes up, but the urge to reach out and touch him is almost unbearable. This was a terrible idea. “I didn’t ask Aut what flowers you like, so…I hope you like hydrangeas.”

He envisions Nick at the shop, agonizing over which flowers to choose to let Noah down easy. He imagines him speaking with a kind stranger who passes by behind him, asking for advice, hurriedly placing together blue hydrangeas, baby’s breath, eucalyptus leaves, and hoping for the best as he rushes out. It’s a lot of effort to put into a heartbreak.

And Noah does love hydrangeas. An awfully pretty flower to sit in a vase on his coffee table to taunt him as he agonizes through his loss.

He guides Nick inside and tries not to let his mind drift backwards to their last encounter on this couch. It’s a struggle every time he’s in this room, not letting himself relive every moment, the floating feeling to the sinking, empty nothing.

They should have done this somewhere else. He’s not looking forward to adding another painful memory to the living room’s history, especially if he wants to stick around after this one.

Each second Nick spends fiddling with his hands instead of making eye contact and getting on with it drags. The bouquet sits sadly on the coffee table and he wonders if he should busy himself with putting them in a vase with water, a distraction from the impending whatever, but he doesn’t want to waste the water. He should probably throw them out.

“You can rip the band-aid off, Nick,” Noah starts, and he isn’t expecting the surprised and hurt expression that casts itself across Nick’s face. His eyes get so sad, concern obvious, and it’s only then that Noah wonders if this might be a different kind of visit altogether. Even through the overwhelming feeling of dread, he feels awfully soft for him. “It’s okay, Nicky, I’m listening.”

“I’m so sorry that I made you feel like I didn’t want you, or that you weren’t making me happy,” Nick starts, and Noah feels as the weight begins to lift off his shoulders, as the tightness in his chest loosens. Nick takes a few deep breaths, a sort of shaky breathing that Noah recognizes. He doesn’t want to let himself have hope, but he watches as the nerves he recognizes in Nick take a different shape than he’d expected. “I haven’t been that happy in a long time, Noah, and I didn’t think it was something that I deserved. It scared the shit out of me.”

It’s against Noah’s own will when the tears start falling. There’s a tiny but clawing part of him that still thinks this is bad—that these flowery, pretty apologies are just an elaborate setup for a letdown that makes Nick look good at the end of it all. When Nick reaches out to place a shaky hand hesitantly on Noah’s knee, still speaking but Noah can’t make out a single thing through all the whooshing in his ears, Noah feels hope for the first time. He forces himself to focus.

“I’m sorry, I’m listening,” Noah says, and the smile Noah loves shows itself for the first time this visit—a wide grin spreading across Nick’s face although his nerves are still so blatant. Nick reaches out to touch Noah’s face, and he almost wants to shy away but doesn’t. He lets Nick trace a thumb over his cheek, wipe away his tears, just in case this is the last time he can have this.

“I know I still have a lot to do to make it up to you, but you deserve to be really happy, and I want to be the one to make you happy,” Nick says, and there’s such sincerity in his tone that it’s unmistakable. There are tear tracks down his cheeks, too, and Noah knows he means it. “If you’ll let me give it a try. I may not be any good.”

It’s something they’ll have to talk about further. They’ll have to spend a lot of time working through it, and Noah will have to give him a lot of shit, but his focus narrows in on one thing. And that’s having him.

He scoots himself closer to Nick, watches him relax as Noah places a hand on his cheek.

“I would never ask you to unlove her,” Noah says, to which Nick is quick to nod. “Just talk to me. Make a little room for me.”

“I promise I will,” Nick responds, placing a hand over Noah’s on his cheek and the poor thing is still shaking. Noah hasn’t felt so steady in a long time.

He pours his heart into the kiss they share, finding himself praying that they can keep this. That for once, he can get what he wants. He feels that hope grow just that little bit bigger when Nick’s lips move to his cheek, a sigh of relief pressed into the skin of Noah’s face.

“No boy has ever bought me flowers before,” Noah whispers, feeling Nick’s grin spread once more, pulling Noah ever closer.

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rotzaprachim · 3 months

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the fun game where I look for yiddn in 1899 for personal enjoyment

note that pretty much none of this will follow canon and I am doing it for my personal Jewish enjoyment. It’s a boat full of Europeans fleeing Europe in 1899 what can I even say

a) Olek - by far the most likely, considering the absolutely mass immigration of Jews from Galitzia (where the postcard Olek carries is addressed to) to New York, where he wants to move. Olek being a secret jew is something I’m 99% the writers didn’t intent but that lines up incredibly well with what’s suggested of his story, the actual history of 1899, and the consistent thematic resonance of people concealing or lying about their ethnic or national origin, including not only Ramiro but Ying Li, olek’s deepest parallel and love interest. (Seriously like… these two parallel each other so deeply in everything and the cantonese speaking prostitutes’ daughter pretending to be Japanese aboard the white western ship and the Eastern European Jew pretending to be a polish Christian aboard the western Christian ship are such a fascinating parallel in nation and region and power relational to the West, as well as a negotiation of the brutal anti-Chinese and anti-Jewish immigration sentiment in the U.S. at the time.) The scenario would place Olek as a polish and Yiddish speaking Jew who was attacked by an antisemitic coworker at the oil refinery where he worked or something, or who had survived a pogrom or displacement, and ended up stealing his attackers identity and postcard after he killed him in self defense. This would be a Ramiro and a ying li parallel, and show the repeated and clearly heavy postcard metaphor in a new light - this isn’t a hopeful golden lit coming to America metaphor, as it seems in the first couple scenes, but a physical realization of olek’s guilt at what he did to survive AND a heaviness that lurks around where he took the postcard from (the coworker on the oil field.)

verdict: both totally unwritten and completely contingent with what we know of canon. JEW

b) unlikely but funny as hell: Ramiro. Ángel thinks he has problems having to pretend to be straight and here we have Ramiriko struggling every fucking day with having to pretend to be STRAIGHT and SPANISH and also remember the order of the mass and not get the paternoster mixed up with shmah yisrael. Absolute comedy act. (He also seems consistently bewildered by Catholic canon or how to even do the priest act.) Adds fucked up flavour and nuance to whatever the fuck is going on with Ángel and Ramiro and the “you aren’t even Spanish” line, although does Ángel know Ramiro is a Jew? Probably not. Had he ever worked out he blows kosher dick? Story suggests Ángel doesn’t blow enough sick to really know, nor that that kind of thing would ever occur to him. This one is kind of unlikely, given there were very few Jews in Portugal in the 1800s and the portuense inquisition didn’t officially end till the 1820’s, but it is technically possible - Judaism began to be legal again in the 1800’s and Portuguese jewish communities began to form again. Furthermore, Ramiro being a jew, particularly a descendant of conversos or marranos, could be the context of the showdown where ángel says that he’s never pretended to be anything other than what he is (unlike Ramiro.) they’re both clealry so fruity that whatever he’s talking about isn’t sexuality. (Ramiro is symbolized by the cross, but the cross, along with he background outline of a church, also shows up as a significant element in his Trauma Room, so it might even be the identity he was forced to take on and then casts off). (The crucifix is also the symbol of the priest Ramiro killed it seems, although I think by drowning. A Jew killing a priest - who might have been ángels abuser - would launch such an incredible amount of antisemitic deicide let’s hunt the godkillers backlash they’d have to leave immediately) verdict: unlikely but not technically against canon. Both hysterically funny in light of being a catholic priest winging it for 8 episodes and absolutely heartbreaking

c) eyk. Oh boy. Unlike the other two nothing to suggest it but also nothing to not suggest it, right, although the concept of a German Jew whose family burned to death in a house he keeps seeing is. Oh boy. Assimilated yekke who turned to piloting as a way to work his way up in the world (and part of why his crew disrespects him.) His wife’s name is Sarah which could be pretty Jewish. Nína isn’t like, Jewish, but also isn’t NOT Jewish, and we don’t know the names of his other daughters, which could be like, Rochel and Shoshana. (Or not! Considering the assimilated yekke thing.) clearly lying about a million things. Is this one of them? Is he even real? verdict: the fire was his maybe-automaton wife knocking over the shabbes candles. Possible yid. Who even knows? Not eyk, for sure.

d) you could spare a thought for Daniel, who actually has a Hebrew name that directly parallels the figure of Daniel in the Hebrew Bible what with seeing visions and being trapped in the den and all that but he and his wife (maybe) buried his son with a cross and that cross keeps repeating with some of the most objectively Christian imagery in the show. Also they’ve buried their son beneath the cross. This could be playing the machine but unlike Ramiro it doesn’t seem so performative. verdict: goy

e) clémence

nothing to suggest it and nothing to not suggest it. Who even knows? Not us. Not clémence most of all

#1899 speculation #1899 #1899 spoilers #1899 Olek #1899 Ramiro #1899 eyck #Tw Shoah #1899 Daniel #Please appreciate this! It took brain cells lol

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keeppsakke · 2 years

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What's any big or small celesgiri hc you have?

HHIHI soooo I’m gonna use this ask as an excuse to just ramble about my girlies thank ya thank ya

Okay so not really a celesgiri specific hc (kinda) but like a feel like people seem the forget that Celestia is in fact a loser in a really shitty disguise. Her whole thing is that she’s go a very self absorbed goth girl image to hide the fact that she’s just some nerd, she’s actually quite pathetic. In my head the reason Celestia doesn’t like being around other people isn’t because she’s super cool and nonchalant, but because she is just so scared. She’s the type of person to try and skip school during presentation weeks because talking to people makes her incredibly nervous. Celestia is definitely the type of girl to see other really cool girls in the hallway or the bathroom and be like ‘oh my god they look so nice god I hope they don’t even know I exist.’ She would probably see Kyoko and her friends and it’s like infatuation at first sight. She’s obsessed with her but I think the first time Kyoko would acknowledge her existence she’d SWEAT but ya know since she has an image she’s gotta keep up she hides it. Anywayssss her and Kyoko have this relationship for a while where Celestia is so gay for her and Kyoko cannot read people for the life of her so she’s like ‘oh it’s Celestia Ludenberg she’s so professional’ meanwhile Celestia is like heart eyes whenever she sees her.

I’ve been drawing Kyoko taller than the other girls since I can even remember she has incredible tall girl vibes IN THE SAME WAY that Celestia is definitely just barely 5’3 it’s just the vibes. Celestia has short woman anger that’s the only way I can describe it. Celestia has definitely fought some guy over a gamble in a dark ally in a way that only short girls can. She’s closer to hell which is why Kyoko is just a little bit more peaceful. Kyoko is definitely a ‘talk it out’ kinda person and Celestia is 100% the ‘what’d you just say to her?? No no say it again’ girl but like a little more eloquent and threatening

THIS IS AN UNTAPPED CELESGIRI MARKET YALL okay Celestia is a criminal, she’s a gambler, she’s a tiny goth girl and she’s definitely not welcome in Arizona, Utah, and certain parts of Europe, and she is MADLY IN LOVE with the greatest detective in Japan THIS IS COMEDY GOLD. Even after they get together and Celestia does the ‘I promise I won’t cause any trouble hehehe’ thing, it’s still ‘till death to us part’ it doesn’t say anything about the cops. So every once and a while Kyoko will be on break, get a rushed phone call’, a coworker will ask ‘New case??’ and she gets to be like ‘No my wife got arrested at a Whataburger, I’ll be right back’ and it’s a completely normal Tuesday. Celestia would also 100% be the family member that takes the kids to go pick up her prison friends once they get out. At this point everyone would probably think that Kyoko is getting really sick of this, but honestly it’s so normal to her. Like yeah Celestia is gonna get a bitchn as soon as she gets into the car but that might be it. It’s just the dynamic, Celestia has a tendency to mess with the law and Kyoko has the money to bail her out, and then they kiss mwah mwah.

#danganronpa #kyoko kirigiri #celestia ludenberg #celesgiri #danganronpa thh #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #celestia ludenburg #chihiro fujisaki #aoi asahina

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questionablepastries · 1 year

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Personal life frustration ramblings (super long)

I don’t think my coworkers understand the ramifications my personality took as a result of basically 26 years of poverty with zero social life (and therefore no social skills), and never ever leaving my house. I was asked earlier by coworkers why a year into this job I haven’t put in any vacation days yet and I told them it’s because I want to save money, (my lease ends soon and moving is expensive) but really it’s because my brain is on pure survival mode 24/7 I always think the rug is gonna be pulled out from under me and I’ll go back to living with my mom and worrying about school (tests, quizzes, homework, succeeding — if I didn’t pass my classes I’d have to pay back the government aid program giving me money) and tying my success in school with my self worth & a way out of poverty/being the only hope my mom has for a comfortable retirement. We had lived off of food stamps and medicare (Medicaid?) insurance for so long I thought we were always going to be like that. In fact right now I’m making more than my mom has and I think I have more money saved than she does. What freaks me out is the realization that I never ever left my place or bought things for fun like clothes — all I ever did was thrift shop clothes, occasionally getting new things to wear but even so. I think the only thing I was allowed to splurge on was videogames and even then it wasn’t often that I got a game just like one or two every year which is what drove me to be a completionist when it came to those because I couldn’t exactly leave and go out?? My moms overprotectiveness and my own social skills led me to being a shut in for like . Well to this day I guess. I always think back to a school acquaintance coming up to me at community college and just really loudly asking “ARE YOU A SHUT IN?” Or something very similar to that I can’t remember properly it’s been almost a six years I think, at the time though I didn’t exactly have the mentality to respond to that and didn’t really give a proper response. and it was only through forcing myself to take public speaking and holding several jobs that I finally learned how to properly hold a conversation much less find a speaking voice to respond to normal things with. Took me 24 years to learn how to talk normally lol

That being said, tearing up about it as I type this isn’t solving anything but lately, um. Im realizing how shitty a majority of my life was, & that I just kinda repressed all of it severely as I focused so hard on succeeding in school that I finally now have the luxury to reflect on it now that I’m out of my survival mode mentality. I never thought to have aspirations in fact my pure motivation for succeeding at school was job security and money and that was it. I even told the guys in charge of letting students into the super competitive program at my university (we were a graduating class of 12) that the reason I pursued the program isn’t some lofty thing like saving lives or whatever. My main motivation is money, and job security, that’s it. Surprised to this day they let me into the program with that being my reasoning during the interview lmao.

My “family” is just my mom and my sister. That’s it. That’s another thing I can’t relate to anyone ever with. People talking about their aunts and uncles and cousins and nephews and grandfathers on their dad side and grandma this and family group chat that it makes me fucking sick with envy. But also hate towards people with those kind of relationships because I never had that luxury. my mom, sister and I never not once ever got this kind of familial support neither emotionally or financially. In fact, my only interactions with my family worth mentioning is the trauma I had that I carry with me to this day when a majority of my aunts called me retarded behind my back so often I still believe it to some degree to this day despite having my current job and a bachelors (a degree none of those name callers even have) . I only associate my extended family as a large group of indifferent people and they’re all essentially strangers, to be honest they make me sick and I’m glad I’m not in contact with them because from how my mom talks about them they sound toxic as hell plus a lot of my aunts that were rude to me are just married into wealth (and married into military lmaooo)

Point is, I can’t relate to conversations my coworkers have either on televisions shows that aired in the past on the cable I never had (I never pick up the references), can’t relate to them on their family plans and trips to who knows where or , I don’t even have the communication skills to keep up with them. I still stutter and slur my words from time to time (not to mention there were also these other coworkers that quit some months ago that also called me retarded behind my back but not due to anything I was doing behavior wise (I worked out those behaviors by then and I like to think I’m mostly normal passing) but mostly because I was new to the field and unfamiliar with a lot of how work .. uh..worked…) thankfully those name calls from them only stung a little and not as much as it would have in my pre teen years when I was also called that by my aunts.

I don’t feel too bad about being essentially unapproachable though, I’m still awkward and my general disposition/demeanor makes people my own age not want to interact with me, I still struggle to hold conversations I really do. but I know that this is only because I’m just behind on these social skills that I need to learn and improve on and that was rly just due to my upbringing that was somewhat out of my control, so really it’s uphill from here? I think I might be too hard on myself too. But I think this post is just my frustration that. Um. I can’t relate to people on anything. And that I have this survivalist mentality still, I don’t think that’s gonna go away soon — in fact it’s due to the mentality that I keep thinking everything I’ve obtained will be pulled out from under me and my years of only school focused mentality— I never allowed myself to have dreams or ambitions. This whole time. I just told myself I can only allow myself those things as soon as I got a bachelors and from there a job. So now that I have Both I look behind me and it’s just years of not enjoyable living that I kinda repressed super hard in order not to process so that way I could keep focusing on academics lol.

I can’t blame this all on my poverty or whatever, I keep telling myself if only I’d put a bit more care into my appearance then maybe I’d seem more approachable but at the time it genuinely didn’t matter to me or I think I was just extremely indifferent about it, again at the time only academics mattered. didn’t help that when I told my mom that I got a B on things she would ask why wasn’t it an A no matter how difficult the topic lol. Oh well. Typing this all has improved my mood somewhat

Not sure what I will accomplish by posting this but if anyone finds any part of this relatable im sorry you’re going through this. Will probably delete at some point this shits embarrassing I don’t think I’ve ever posted this much about myself bleh :/ I am not a person ~~~ woooo~~~ I am chicken icon questionablepastries who posts memessss~~~~ woooooo~~~~ lol

Wanted to add that the pulled rug from under me feeling was a result of me failing to fill out something properly on financial aid for school leading me to have a skip year of no classes, and also my THREE attempts at getting into my program at uni not happening either due to missing credits required to go into it and that happened twice (thank you school counselors for the help (super sarcasm)) like seriously every time I thought I finally had a shot of getting in it was some stupid thing holding me back. Having hope snatched like that academically when all I ever thought of WAS academics was so damaging ugh that sucked I’m so glad I’m done with school forever now

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vampiremonday · 1 year

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Ramble about a personal feeling that makes me feel like a bitch

I am all for a world where people contribute what they are ABLE. My mom was on disability for most of my life until her passing, but there were times before she was sick when she could have worked part-time and been happier and healthier for it, but disability rules made that impossible in a practical sense.

I see people crowdfunding and raising money and trying to monetize anything and everything online because they - due to physical disability, mental illness, or various concerns about personal safety - cannot work in a traditional setting to the degree that is required to “live.” I contribute to these campaigns sometimes, and I definitely feel like they should be supported and be able to exist.

On the other hand, there is a part of me that feels like I am just... hanging on by a thread, emotionally, socially, and mentally, a lot of the time, but that I am not fucked up and disadvantaged enough to merit help from anyone.

My dad got remarried last November, and that is a thing I don’t really know if I want to vent about here. The tl;dr is that I admire him deeply for standing up for me when it is necessary in this situation (it isn’t always but when it rains it pours for a few hours) but that he rushed into a situation without really appreciating that he would have to stand up for me until after the fact.

But anyway, when I moved to middle Tennessee two years ago, my dad went with me and helped me move in. Since I had a semi-furnished room when I moved down further south in eastern Tennessee for last school year and stayed for this upcoming one, he didn’t come. He has helped me a lot in other ways, but he didn’t make a drive that was half as long. And I get that he’s getting older and honestly part of me feels torn on if he even should help me with major physical stuff sometimes, but...

It all just adds to that feeling that I cannot expect help from any quarter. Practical or material help just seem to be beyond my reach.

Teachers sometimes post wishlists for their classrooms on Facebook. I know distant acquaintances and current and former coworkers who do. I did this year. A cousin asked for my paypal and gave me some money. That is certainly better than nothing and I’m glad. However, nobody else actually did anything in response.

And really, I just feel like I sometimes need nearness of someone who wants to help me. I get called upon to help others both in my personal and professional life. I consider it somewhat a duty, and I actually wanted a job where I could help real human beings. But lacking a life partner and nearby family and my dad’s increased responsibilities to his new wife make me feel like I am just not broken enough to be able to just fall to my knees and say “I can’t,” anymore.

Because I can. It’s just that the cost of being able to “can” is so great that I can barely do anything else or hope for anything else out of my life. I have enough money to subsist. I don’t have enough money to pivot toward a new phase of life. I have enough money to throw $20 or even sometimes $50 at someone’s dire situation or material lack, but sometimes I feel like those people are just at a place where they are allowed to reach out for help with more insistence than I am allowed to. And that makes me feel awful. But I guess I just... need help and support I’m not getting and that it doesn’t have to directly compare or correlate to people who need things more badly than I do, just like greater pain doesn’t cancel out lesser pain in terms of people’s physical needs.

#personal tag real name tba #pls no reblog #replies fine

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pawjamas · 2 years

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No job yet 😭 I only have a month before I’m laid off but honestly we don’t even know what day we’re all getting laid off 😭 I haven’t had time to look for jobs because I’m working 30 hour weeks now (yay!) and then homework + school. I went last Friday just going door to door to shops on the waterfront asking around but I haven’t had time to sit down and apply to anything online yet but when I get up out of bed I’m going to. My coworker found some sort of dog job but she feels like she isn’t qualified because she doesn’t have any experience working with dogs, but I do. Right now my goal is just to find anything to buy me some time to try and keep looking for something I like. I mean I don’t *love* my retail job now but I also didn’t quit after a day like I have with other jobs. My only real goal I think is to work someplace that is accommodating of my not-the-best health which is usually how it is at my store except last night a manager who is mad at all of us saw me sitting down and made me get up and took the chair away from me and when I said I was feeling really sick he told me “there’s medication for that” which is just… yeah the ableism… it stinks… and just also hoping to work someplace where people don’t treat me like that… I don’t want to work someplace where people scream and yell at me and put me in a fight or flight reflex or just bully me etc. in that regard it’s not the worse thing in the world I’m losing my job. I’m stressed because I don’t feel like I’ve had time to really apply to things but I’m hopeful! Managers from other stores around have been coming over and telling us that they’re willing to take us in. It’s really heartwarming to see. How about you? Any word from the pet place or the store you applied to?

-Silver

noooo i’m so sorry 🤧 that sounds very very stressful ! i’m sorry your manager is such an asshole, you definitely deserve to work somewhere better so this may be mostly a good thing that you’ll have to work somewhere new. i know my wife was very very upset she got fired from her last job she’d been working at but they treated her Horribly there. like no respect or appreciation for her hard work that quite honestly kept their business going as good as it did. fuck that place and fuck the manager/place you’re getting fired at too.

i hope somehow you’re able to find somewhere better! with the accommodations you need and getting treated with the respect u deserve! and that it’s overall just a place you moreso feel comfortable/enjoy working at.

it’s good you’re staying hopeful, and i’m very hopeful for you too ^^

as for me i’m going to look into vocational rehabilitation, for getting a job, i believe every place i’ve interviewed at has fallen through unfortunately. but i’ve gotten approved for vocational rehab once and i’m pretty sure i can get approved again, they’re there to help disabled people successfully find and keep jobs, so it’s a good thing they exist for ppl like me. i am hopeful too that this will all work out in the end.

#letters 💌#silver ♡

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starocean · 2 years

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y’all i’m so sorry i’m hardly active on here, i really am.

i sound like a whiny baby but i’m so exhausted all the time, and mentally and physically i’m just not doing well. this has been feeding my depression and making it worse, which isn’t helping in the slightest. why do these always keep getting really long lmao

tl;dr i'm tired and all i do is sleep or lay around and rest and do nothing productive and it's taking a toll on me bc idk when i'm getting anymore extended time off and i just want to have time to properly rest and recuperate w/o worrying about work. and it's preventing me from doing anything productive

i'm a broken record but idc anymore man.

my vacation keeps getting pushed back, and i’m ngl, i’m still miffed my boss hasn’t even talked to me about it. i’m just. so tired. so physically tired that atp, if i let myself sleep without getting up to do anything that i need to do, i am getting around 12 hours of sleep or more. that’s literally half the day. i should not be sleeping that much of my time away, and it’s because my body is literally exhausted to the point that i’ve been getting headaches and fighting to stay awake while at work even when i am getting normal amounts of sleep.

i can't keep going on like this, and i really hope it changes soon bc it makes me want to cry. i hate feeling this way, feeling so sick and tired all the time. i just want my frickin extra time off, and the fact that my boss won't even talk to me about it just upsets me even more. the asm will literally pitch a fit if she can't get her vacation time or keep her off days. she does it all the time. when she starts trying to put her vacations in too close together and the sm rejects it, she will come to the store on her time off and demand to know why her time off requests were denied. she rarely has to cover for anyone if they call out, and when she does, she doesn't hesitate to let everyone know how pissy she is about it.

and not to go back to it, but that's a thing that really pisses me off about the sm trying to guilt trip me for wanting that one off-day back. i'm not like the asm. i don't gripe to all my coworkers about not having off this day or that day or whatever. i have not ever, actually, said anything to her about all the 9 - 13 day "weeks" she keeps scheduling me for (which will probably change, bc if i found out that the reason i have next weekend off is bc she's scheduling me for an extra long work "week" again, i will be saying something to her bc i'm fucking tired of it. i should not have to work two damn weeks for one day off). i have quite literally NEVER said anything about my off-days being taken without her contacting me before—even when that's been the reason i've had to work 13 days straight, but whatever—unless i had to remind her about certain times i'd already requested off bc of prior appointments (mostly for medical), and it's rare i have to say anything to her about that. i keep my displeasure to myself and bitch to my mom or on here, but i never say anything to my coworkers or my boss bc i don't like feeling like i'm being a nuisance.

but like??? that was the first double she'd had to pull in months. i've pulled more than they have, bc of someone calling out and the asm and other coworkers refusing to cover for anyone. and i still don't feel sorry for her covering that night bc she got the next day off. if i'd just let it stand and not said anything to her, it would've lead to another one of those 13-day work "weeks" for me and i wasn't having that lmfao. and, like, i am the only one that this happens to regularly. not even the girl who wants to work for days on end with no time off gets to do that. the sm has denied her requests of less time off because "you need to take time off, no one can work like that without a break here and there." which is true, yeah, but it's really fucking hypocritical bc?? she expects me to?????? she's scheduled me for these long ass "weeks" more than anyone in that store without even asking me if i'm okay with it, so????? fuck that.

it fucking sucks and it makes me wonder if i made the right decision about not taking a chance on that work-from-home job i found. i can't tell if i dodged a bullet by listening to the reviews, or if i screwed up a really good chance.

let me have my extended time off! damn!

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spookydrreid · 3 years

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Pastel

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Category: Smut (MINORS DNI)

Content warnings: friends to lovers, painful pining, mentions of food (spencer gets her breakfast), lots of kisses, sort of innocent!reader if you squint, implication of getting sick, fingering, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, giggly sex, creampie. (let me know if I missed anything.)

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Summertime in Washington dc is always my favorite time of year. Not only is the air warm, but it’s also when she comes to life. She as in my coworker (y/n). Realistically speaking, she came to life in every season, but it was clear she was the happiest when the sun shined longer, and the air was warmer.

I walked into work, flashing my badge to the security officer before heading towards the elevator and pressing floor six. I carefully balanced two coffees, one iced and one hot, along with her favorite muffin. It was something I did every morning for the past four years. Not only did it give me an excuse to talk to her, but I hoped that maybe she would see me as a little more than a friend.

My mind wandered as each floor dinged. Every day, no matter the time of year, she was always dressed in pastels. It didn’t matter if everyone else was wearing dark tones for fall, she was always in some funky, seventies(ish)-inspired outfit. And I’d be lying if I said it didn’t suit her personality perfectly. Because it truly did.

Y/N came to us four years ago when cases got longer, and JJ needed an assistant. And it wasn’t long before she became a permanent part of our team, and I developed the worst crush on her. I mean, realistically, anyone would be stupid to not crush on her. She was stunning, kind and the definition of sunshine.

The dinging of my floor brings my wandering mind back to the present. My heart always gets fluttery when the doors open. I loved seeing her more than I really liked to admit. She has only called out of work twice since we started working together and I don’t think I’ve ever been more miserable in my life than those days.

I see her smiling face sitting at my desk, curiously looking through the little trinkets I kept. Most of them are things I’ve accidentally left there, and others are from my mom or my friends. I watched her for a moment, her curiosity making her oblivious to the others in the room.

I grin and walk towards her, “find anything particularly interesting?” She jumps at the sound of my voice, turning around to face me.

The guilty smile on her face tells me she feels bad for going through my things, but I didn’t mind. “Not really. You’re very boring if I’m being honest.”

It makes me giggle a little, mainly because I knew she wasn’t being honest. She had a habit of telling me that I was the most interesting person she knew. It was cute. “I tell you that all the time. But you never believe me.” I hand her the coffee with a grin, and she takes it mirroring my emotions.

“Your personality isn’t boring. But your desk is. Half of these books I can’t read cause they aren’t in English! Except this one cause it’s in French.” She grins wide as she looks up at me. It makes my heart flutter. “Thank you for the coffee!”

“You’re welcome! Oh, I got you a muffin today because for once they weren’t out!” I watch her light up more as I hand it to her. She squeals as she takes it out, spinning in the chair with childlike excitement.

“You’re the best! Have I ever told you I love you? Because I do. Sweet angel!” I swallow down the feelings that her friendly love confession brings up. She tells me she loves me every day, sometimes more than once a day. But I knew it didn’t mean anything besides friendly.

“Every day for the last three years, seven months, six days.” I mutter, trying to keep the emotions out of my voice.

She puts her coffee down on one of my books; if it was anyone else, I would be more than upset. But it was her and the book wasn’t a first edition, so I would survive. She gets up and wraps herself around my torso, hugging me close. Again, if it was anyone else, I would be weirded out and feel like I needed a shower. But because it was her, I was more than okay.

It sounds weird, but I knew she was clean. She always smelt like strawberries and coffee. An odd mix but a good one at that.

“It’s very sweet you remember that.” She giggles with her face in my chest.

“I remember everything. Whether I want to or not.”

She giggles, pulling back just a little to look up at me, her big eyes making me nervous. “Are you trying to tell me you don’t want to remember our little fun moments?”

“I-I no! no that’s not what I meant I promise!” I stutter through an apology because the last thing I want to do is upset her. I’ve seen her cry before, and while she was sweet, it still broke my heart.

She giggles as she lets go of me. I instantly miss her when she lets go. “Spence, I was just kidding.” She grins up at me and pats my chest, fixing my tie a little.

“Right! Right. I’m sorry!” I smile at her, trying to cover up my awkwardness.

“Apology accepted, Dr. Reid!” and with that she hops up, coffee and muffin in hand before scurrying away to meet up with JJ and Penelope to go over cases.

I watch her until I physically cannot see her anymore. And once she’s gone, I hear giggling behind me. “Pretty boys got a crush on Y/N!” Derek mocks from his desk.

I sit at mine, putting back all the trinkets she touched to their correct spots, “I do not have a crush on her!” I lie through my teeth, trying hard to keep my facial expressions neutral and believable.

I watch both Morgan and Emily roll their eyes, “yes you do, Reid. It’s extremely obvious.”

I couldn’t help but wonder if it was as noticeable as they are claiming? I surely thought I was hiding it well. But then again, they were profilers. She wasn’t. But it didn’t mean I wasn’t panicking inside.

“I do not have a crush on her,” I sip my coffee to cover the blush rising up my neck.

“Why don’t you just tell her you like her, Spencer.” Emily asks

I know I cant lie to them, they know too much. They knew me better than most. “Because I am afraid of rejection. Do you see me?”

They look at each other in utter shock before they both burst out in laughter. “Reid, are you kidding me? I know you have poor vision, but you aren’t blind. You can’t tell me you don’t see the way she treats you?”

I just stare at them in pure confusion, “I see the way she’s nice to me because she has to be? She knows she’s gotta get along with all of us if she wants to keep her job.”

“Arent you supposed to be a genius? And a profiler? She’s in love with you dude.” Morgan says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. I can’t help but feel like he’s fucking with me.

When it came to women liking me, it was typically for pity, a dare, or they wanted to make themselves look cool for dating a genius. None of them ever dated me because they truly like me. So, the idea that she liked me for me was hard to wrap my head around.

“No, she doesn’t. She’s just being nice to me.” They don’t get a chance for rebuttal as we’re called in to be briefed on a case. And for once, I am glad to look at a crime scene.

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This case fucking sucked.

If there was one thing I hated, it was copycats. They all were trying to be something they aren’t, and they were sloppy. I wished they would try to get their fifteen minutes of fame some other way. But the world didn’t work like that, so here I am, forced to look at a girl murdered just as the black dahlia had. It made me a little queasy, but it was fine. I was used to this.

But the girl to my left? Not so much.

“Oh my god. I think I’m going to be sick…” She turns away from the scene, trying her best to hold it together in front of the other officers. She had this thing about doing all she could to not make the team look bad. She wanted us to be respected for all the good we do.

I follow her, wanting to comfort her and let her know it was okay to not be able to stomach scenes like this. Hell, I couldn’t for a good few years. I would push through, but it wasn’t something everyone could do.

She sits in the grass, head in her hands as she takes deep breaths. “Okay. You’re okay. It’s okay. Just a body. They’ll catch him.” She mutters to herself as I sit beside her.

“Are you okay?” I ask her. She jumps a little but relaxes when she realizes it’s me.

She nods “yeah! Yeah! Totally. I am … perfectly okay.” She’s lying through her teeth, and she knows that I know it. “Okay no. That scene is… gruesome. But I should be used to it by now! I mean, it’s been four years!” she’s rambling, and I can’t deny how cute I find it. But also, she’s panicking, and I’m supposed to be comforting her. Something I don’t do often.

“One time, we were dealing with a case like this one. I mean they weren’t cut up like this, but you get the idea. Elle was with us at the time and let’s just say … the turkey sub we shared at lunch made a gross reappearance.” She laughs a little, her smile making me smile.

“That’s really gross, Spencer. But I appreciate the sentiment.” She leans against me, her head resting on my shoulder. And it takes everything in me to not kiss her head.

“What I’m getting at is that it’s okay to feel uneasy around a victim.” That makes her loop her arm with mine, pulling me closer.

She sighs “you always know how to make me feel better. You’re the only one.” Her voice is kind of quiet, but I hear every word.

“I-I’m sure I’m not the only one.”

She answers quickly, very sure of answer, “yes. You are. No one makes as happy as you do.”

My brain sort of short circuits at her little confession. I truly didn’t know what to say or how to respond to that. It’s not everyday someone tells me I’m the only one who makes them happy.

So I go with the first thing my brain can think of, “the same thing goes for you. You’re the only one who can make me happy.”

She looks up at me then, big eyes staring straight through me. I watch them flicker between my eyes and lips, not wanting to stare at one place for too long, it seems. And if it wasn’t for us being called by Hotch to go back to the station, I would’ve kissed her right there. But, as usual, the world is out to get me. And so, I help her up and we get back to reality.

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Sleep was something I struggled with my entire life. I stayed awake at night, enjoying the quiet. Day time was hard for me, between my mother and the kids at school. I wanted to escape. Books and nighttime became that escape.

However, I wasn’t awake to escape my life. I was awake because I couldn’t get the way she looked at me out of my head. It was driving me crazy that I struggled to read what she wanted from me. To know if she really liked me the way they all said she did. I wasn’t exactly sure why my profiling abilities fall short when it came to her. Maybe it’s because I didn’t want to be let down.

A knock on the door startles me. But then I hear her sweet voice, “Spence?”

I’m quick to open the door. She’s in silk pajamas, pastel just like everything else. She looks cute in casual clothes. “Hi! Um w-why are you awake still?”

She pushes past me, looking around my room before sitting on the bed, “I could ask you the same question, Doc.” She looks up at me with a precious smile and its then when I can’t take it anymore.

Before I can think about it, my lips are on hers. And when my brain catches up to what I’ve done, I pull back quickly “oh my – I am so sorry! I didn’t… I should’ve asked! That wasn’t fair.”

My heart pounds in my chest and I’m absolutely positive I’ve ruined everything. And when her brain catches up, she grins and grabs my arm, pulling me back and pressing her lips back to mine.

And this time she’s the one to pull away, “finally. I’ve been waiting four years for that, pretty boy.” A smirk playing on her kiss-swollen lips. I know that look.

“You and me both.” I kiss her again, leading her up the bed until she’s resting against my pillows. Her hands are all over me and I’m loving every minute of it. It isn’t long before my lips travel down her neck, trying to reach every inch of skin.

But eventually I run out and pull back to ask her, “if-if we keep going there is no going back. Because I really like you and if this means that I lose you… I’d rather not do it at all.”

She laughs, one of my favorite sounds to exist ever, “I’ve waited way too long for this to end here. I want to if you do.” She gets a little shy, her fingers holding me gently.

“I very much want to. So, so badly.”

Her hands leave me to start unbuttoning her top, “well… get on with it.” And she doesn’t have to ask me twice.

It’s not long till were both bare. My eyes wander hungrily around her, not wanting to be disrespectful but wanting to take her in. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I hope you know that." My hands run down her body, her smooth skin satisfying under my fingertips.

I let the dip between her legs, two scared fingers running through her slit. She gasps a little and I want to hear her do it again. “So wet for me, baby.” I do it again. This time, I let my fingers linger on her clit.

“More. Please…” her whines are music to my ears. I give her what she wants, pushing one finger inside her to ease her into it. I watch her mouth drop open as I curl my finger and start moving. “God, Spencer!”

I grin when my name leaves her lips like this, “sound so pretty for me.”

I push in another finger, stretching her. She lets out a moan while I move my fingers faster. “Fuck! Spence, please… you’re so good.”

I’m a sucker for praise and hers spurs me on more. All I want is to make her feel good, better than anyone ever has in her life. Call it cocky but I really don’t care. Her nails dig into my bicep and her whines get higher. She’s close.

I use my thumb to rub her clit while I move my finger faster, our lips connecting to keep her a little quiet. It was 3 am after all. It wasn’t long before she tips over the edge, “Spencer!!” I watch her while I bring her through it. She’s beautiful and it’s even better than I could’ve ever imagined.

“I knew your hands were beautiful, but I didn’t think they’d make me feel that good.” She giggles while she tries to collect herself.

It makes me laugh. “Cute. Are you okay?”

She pulls me down for a kiss, “never been better… now, are we going to fuck or what?” I laugh again and straddle her hips, my lips kissing down her neck.

“So impatient.”

“I-I’ve been waiting for f-four years for this. I’m allowed to be impatient.” She grins at me while I line up and right before she’s about to say something else, I push inside. Slow and controlled as to not hurt her. “Fucking hell… you feel so fucking good.”

Once I’m sheathed fully inside her, I have to take a second to not only collect myself but to let her adjust. She’s warm, wet and tight around me. She’s the best I’ve ever had the pleasure to feel. My mind is filled with nothing except thoughts of how good she feels.

“C-can move, Spence. Please.” Her pretty doe eyes look up at me and my heart fills with the all too familiar butterflies.

And so I give her what she wants. It starts off slow and controlled, me doing my best to keep my head on straight. But the second she asks me to fuck her harder and faster, I lose it. My hips plow into her, making her moan louder and mutter a version of my name over and over again. And it doesn’t take either of us long to tip over the edge.

I fight to keep my eyes open to watch hers roll into the back of her head while she gasps as I cum inside her. I rock us through it, occasionally kissing her.

“S-so good.” She grins and fights to catch her breath. And I’m doing the same.

I lay beside her, pulling her into me. “Am I allowed to ask what this means?” I ask her, a little hesitantly.

“Well, I hope it means you want to take me out to dinner and date me.”

That makes me laugh louder than I want it to be, “when we get home, it’ll be the first thing we do.”

She looks up at me with a huge grin, “deal, Doc.”

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seijorhi · 3 years

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Inexorable ♕

My birthday present for my beloved wife @iwaasfairy and my contribution to her birthday bash collab you can find here. I love you, you’re incredible and I hope you like this i even wrote smut for you smh

Iwaizumi Hajime x female reader

tw: dub-con, stalking, unhealthy relationships, very questionable decision making, smut, nsfw, um... implied murder?

He’s sitting on the steps outside your apartment when you get home from work, a lit cigarette dangling between long fingers. He brings it to his lips, the bright cherry red tip glowing as he takes a nice, slow drag and you scurry on past.

Not a word passes between the two of you, but olive eyes follow you up the stairs regardless, just like always. His name is Iwaizumi – Iwa – but you only know that because you’ve heard his friends yelling it down the hallway. In the three months since you’ve moved in, you haven’t so much as introduced yourself to the guy, but like most strangers crammed into the same shitty place there’s some kind of a routine between the two of you.

Why he religiously chooses this time of night to take his smoke break is beyond you, but like clockwork you’ll arrive home, having walked back from the bus stop and Iwaizumi’ll be there waiting for you, cigarette in hand.

Well, not waiting, just… there. Black leather jacket with a hoodie underneath, there’s a cut above his eyebrow tonight that he hasn’t bothered to clean, a purpling bruise colouring his jaw. Whatever dealings Iwaizumi’s tangled up in, you don’t like to think about too much, but you know it can’t be anything good. His friends dress like him, all have the same ‘don’t fuck with me’ vibe. You’ve seen their scrapes and bruises too – the weapons that stick out from the waistband of their pants – though you’re always quick to avert your eyes when they catch you staring.

You’ve heard them snickering about it when you hastily dart past, all but slamming your front door shut.

And it’s not that you’re scared of him. There are people who play at being dangerous, and ones who are. Iwaizumi doesn’t strike you as somebody who enjoys playing, and while you don’t doubt for a second that he is dangerous, he isn’t to you. He wouldn’t go out of his way to hurt or scare you – you’re not even a blip on his radar – but what Iwaizumi is, at least as far as you’re concerned, the reason your step quickens and you can’t bear to meet his eyes, is intimidating.

Tall and broad shouldered, with those piercing green eyes. You’ve only seen him smile once, though it was more a quirking of his lips than anything else – usually he just stares, his expression halfway between impassive boredom and a scowl.

No, Iwaizumi doesn’t scare you nearly as much as the bouquet of flowers you find sitting on your doorstep, a handwritten note tucked in between the roses.

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The calls come next. You block one number and he rings from another, followed by endless texts. Cute little messages you suppose are meant to brighten up your day.

Hi baby, love the skirt you’re wearing today. You know blue’s my favourite on you, always look so damn pretty. It’s like you’re trying to drive me crazy haha

Morning babe, I was thinking about you last night. You remember that trip we always said we were gonna take in the summer down to the lake? I can’t wait to bring you there.

Why won’t you answer my calls? I just wanna talk to you, hear your voice again. Let me make things right. I love you.

Don’t you miss me? I miss you. So, so much… You look beautiful today, by the way.

Baby, I love you, but you really shouldn’t be staying out so late with your coworkers for drinks. I just want you to be safe.

They’re not all soft and sweet though. Sometimes he just sends you pictures, and those creep you out most of all.

You change your number, and it doesn’t make a difference.

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It’s hard for you to try and convince yourself that you’re imagining the prickling sensation on the back of your neck as you go about your day. You know he’s watching you – the messages and the voicemails just drive that home, but what else are you supposed to do?

You can’t just pack up and run again, and what good is a restraining order when you have no proof he’s violating it – and by the time you do, it probably won’t help you.

Kazuma’s always had patience, but only up to a point.

The final nail comes the day you arrive home to find one of Iwa’s friends heading out from his apartment – the tallest, with the curly dark hair. Barely spares you a glance until he seems to think better of it.

“Didn’t realise you had a boyfriend, sweetheart.”

He says it so casually, but the words make you falter, a sinking feeling in your stomach. “What do you mean?”

And for a moment, he looks half surprised that you’ve bothered to reply – so far you’ve done nothing but pretend to ignore him and Iwa and every last one of their friends. But the mirth slips from his expression quickly enough once he gets a good look at yours, “Blonde guy with a shitty dye job, tall-ish. Saw him leaving your apartment an hour ago.”

But to walk out of your apartment, he had to have first gotten into it.

“Guessing he wasn’t your boyfriend then,” he says, eyeing you with an odd look. But you don’t respond and after a short pause, he simply shrugs and continues on his way.

You couldn’t care less.

Kazuma was in your apartment.

Leaving flowers at your doorstep is one thing, but now he has a key.

And it feels like there’s somebody else moving your body as you stumble towards your apartment, your hand shaking so badly that you fumble and drop your own keys twice before you finally manage to slide them home and push your way inside.

It’s waiting for you inside your bedroom, sitting atop your pillow; a pretty blue box wrapped with white ribbon.

Your phone flashes to life a minute later; an incoming message from an unknown number.

Did you like your present, baby?? I hope you don’t mind, I kinda borrowed a little something too…

With your heart in your throat you watch those three bouncing dots as the image comes through.

A pair of red lace panties – yours – scrunched up in his fist, wrapped around his–

Your stomach heaves, and you barely make it to the bathroom in time before you’re hurling your guts up.

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You’ve always had an impulsive side, and more often than not it’s landed you into trouble.

So you force yourself to calm down and think before you do anything rash. You head to the police station the very next morning to file a report, fresh off a sleepless night. The officer seems sympathetic, but you know before she even opens her mouth that there’s nothing they can do.

There’s no proof of a crime committed; nothing was taken (nothing you can prove, at any rate) and because your door wasn’t tampered with and the windows weren’t smashed, there’s no evidence of a break in. She suggests changing your locks and going to stay with some friends or family for a few days and you don’t know whether you want to laugh or burst into tears.

And instead of going back to work, you call in sick.

Iwaizumi isn’t sitting on the front steps when you get back home, and why would he be? You’re not supposed to be home for another few hours – so instead you head to his apartment door and mustering every last ounce of courage you possess, you raise your fist and knock.

Silence greets you.

You wait for a moment, a heartbeat, not daring to breathe, but there’s no answer. Which, really, shouldn’t be that surprising considering it’s mid-morning on a Tuesday, but you can’t help the crushing sense of disappointment that washes over you. The thought of trudging back to your apartment to sit and stew alone for the next few hours while you wait for him to come back makes your skin crawl. You can’t just sit still and twiddle your thumbs, not when–

Abruptly, the door in front of you swings open, and you find yourself face to face with a glaring Iwaizumi. His expression falters, momentary surprise flickering across his eyes at the sight of you standing in his doorway.

This time you don’t avert your eyes. Your heart’s pounding, your hands clammy and trembling by your side, but this is the only choice you have left. And so as a single eyebrow cocks and Iwa falls into a lean against the doorframe – the only invitation you’re gonna get – you steel your nerves, take a deep breath, and speak.

“I-I need a gun.”

To his credit, Iwaizumi doesn’t snort. “You planning on shooting somebody, princess?”

They’re the first words he’s ever spoken to you, and they make your cheeks burn, your stomach twisting into a knot. It’s not a dismissal, but there’s a tinge of amusement colouring his tone and you can’t help but wilt a little under the weight of his gaze.

Better sense would tell you to turn around, walk back to your apartment and curse your own idiocy for entertaining this stupid idea to begin with But Iwaizumi’s staring at you like he’s expecting an answer and all you can think about is the fear that gripped your heart last night, how you couldn’t bear to turn the light off, half terrified that at any moment Kazuma would come back – and this time he wouldn’t be satisfied with just some panties.

You can’t live like this, and you can’t just pack up your life and wait for the same thing to happen in the next place, and the one after that. Kazuma won’t stop, you know that.

“I…” you chew on your bottom lip, dropping your gaze so that you’re staring at his chest instead of those piercing green eyes. “I don’t, I-I’m not–”

“A killer?” he interjects, and you almost flinch at his bluntness“Yeah, no shit.”

Taking another breath in through your nose, you force yourself to meet his gaze, even as your nails bite into the palm of your hand and your heart skips a beat. “I just want…” but you can’t even bear to say the words aloud, not without your voice shaking like a leaf. “It’s for protection. I don’t know who else to go to. Please,” you beg.

Iwa exhales heavily, a crinkle appearing between his brows as he frowns, “This got anything to do with the blonde asshole that’s been sniffing ‘round your place?”

Your bewilderment must show, because he snorts, finally stepping back to let you inside. “Mattsun told me,” he says, answering your unspoken question.

The unmistakably hard edge to his words takes you a little by surprise, but you nod anyway, gingerly taking a seat on the couch when he jerks his chin at it. “Oh, uh, yeah. He’s my ex, kinda. We… didn’t end well.”

It’s the understatement of the century, but you somehow doubt a man like Iwaizumi gives two shits about your past relationship with a stalker. Your fingers play with the hem of your skirt as the imposing man settles down beside you. “So does this mean you’ll get me a gun?” you ask. “I can pay you, if that’s what you’re worried about. I have some money–”

Iwa scoffs, cutting you off. “If you think I’m letting you anywhere near a loaded gun, pretty girl, you’re dumber than I gave you credit for.”

You reel back as if he’s slapped you. But Iwaizumi’s staring at you with that steely expression and blood rushes to your cheeks. Why are you surprised? Did you actually think he was going to help you – a veritable stranger – just because you have some sob story? Why even bother letting you in if he was just gonna make you feel like an idiot? And for a moment you forget the gnawing terror that’s kept you up all night, letting yourself become awash with indignation. You have no control over the hurt noise that leaves your throat, but the ‘Fuck you’ that follows; that one’s intentional.

You don’t have time to regret the insult as you jump to your feet; his hand shoots out to wrap around your wrist, jerking you to a halt the moment you try it.

“I didn’t say you could go,” he tells you, and you can’t fight the shiver that rolls down your spine at the unmistakably commanding tone. “Sit.”

Wordlessly, you comply.

“Look at me.”

Again, there’s that harsh undercurrent in his voice that tells you he’s not asking, and you lift your gaze with a tense swallow. Iwa still hasn’t released your wrist, the warmth of his calloused palm searing against your skin.

He doesn’t speak for a moment, olive eyes studying your face intently as you force yourself to sit still under the appraisal. “I said that I wasn’t going to give you a gun, not that I wasn’t going to help.”

Your eyebrows draw together in confusion, “What–”

“I’ll take care of it,” he snaps, cutting you off once again. And as you inhale sharply, you realise that it’s not anger you see burning in those pretty eyes, but sheer, unrelenting fury, an icy rage that you don’t understand, that terrifies you as much as it enthrals.

Because you feel like it’s on purpose. Like he’s finally letting you get a glimpse of what silently seethes beneath that impassive mask of his. Are you scared now, sweetheart?

“H-how much?” you ask breathlessly, eyes wide and heart pounding.

“I don’t want your money,” he says quietly, his voice low and husky. And just in case there was any confusion as to what he does want, his other hand comes up to your face, a broad thumb tracing along your bottom lip as he cups your cheek.

Iwaizumi leans in slowly, as if he’s giving you time to shove him away and tell him that you’re not that kind of girl. Part of you – the part that’s terrified, frozen stiff and regretting the very moment you decided to step into his apartment and cross that line – wants to. Even now, as those hooded olive eyes drink you in, his warm breath ghosting across your skin leaving goosebumps in its wake, you’re afraid that it’s too late for that. You’ve opened a door that should never have been opened and there’s been a fundamental shift between you and him. There’s no going back for either one of you.

And the other part of you revels in it.

“Don’t kill him,” you murmur the second before his lips meet yours. “Not unless you have to.” You don’t even know if he heard you, and as Iwa deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours you find that you don’t care. You lose yourself to Iwaizumi as he leans closer, gently pushing you to lie back on the couch.

He isn’t satisfied with just your lips for long, planting hot, open mouthed kisses along your jaw and down the column of your throat, sucking on the sensitive flesh. His teeth nip at your collarbone as he busies himself unbuttoning your shirt, but your gasp sounds more like a needy whine than a plea for him to stop.

He laughs a little at that, his chest rumbling against your stomach, but he makes no moves to slow down. Instead he turns his attention to your bra, his hands far less gentle with the delicate lace than he was with your shirt, and then his mouth is on your tits, licking, sucking, biting. Tomorrow, your skin will be littered with pretty red and purple marks, and judging from the single minded focus glinting in his eyes as he stares up at you, that’s exactly his intention. Iwa drags the flat of his tongue along the swell of your breast, circling it around your nipple before he sucks it into the wet warmth of his mouth, and the whimpering moan you give him in response is a thing of beauty.

“Good girl,” he croons. “Such pretty, perfect tits.”

Your back arches when he cups the other in his hand, and you cry out when he roughly tugs the sensitive bud. He waits until the sting fades and you relax, sagging back against the cushions with relief before he does it again, harder this time. The sharp, searing pain ripples through you, your breath seizing in your chest as you try in vain to writhe away from his touch, but it’s followed by a flood of pleasure so strong it almost makes you dizzy. The fleeting kiss Iwa bestows on the supple flesh a moment later could almost be taken as an apology – if not from the satisfied smirk curling at his lips. He has no desire to be gentle with you, not today or any other day. That’s not who he is.

Large hands ease down your side, reaching for the hem of your skirt. Iwa doesn’t bother trying to pull it off of you, merely flips it up, exposing your soft thighs and the delicate panties lying underneath.

In an attempt to be helpful, you lift your hips to allow him to drag the lacy scrap of fabric down your legs and discard it, but Iwaizumi seems perfectly content with leaving them where they are. Even so, it takes you by surprise when his mouth descends on your cunt, the wet, pink muscle laving along the seat of your panties. You shiver in response, one hand instinctively reaching out to tangle in those spiky brunette locks, but if you’re about to tell him to stop teasing, the words are robbed from you when Iwa pushes the fabric aside and buries his face in the heat of your pussy.

His nose nudges at your clit and you jerk at the first lap at your folds, already shamefully wet for him. There’s no rhythm or rhyme to the way he eats you out, letting a long, thick finger slide into your cunt while he suckles and licks at your clit, but you can’t deny that it’s working. Your thighs tremble and quake beneath his hands, every second of his attention dragging you closer to unravelling entirely. And you’re awash with pleas, little whimpers and moans as he chuckles, the low vibrations making your fingers tighten in his hair as another burst of pleasure flutters through you. Your hips rise and fall against his face, desperate for more when he finally slides his tongue inside of your heat, eager to taste your cunt properly. You want more, you’re desperate and aching for it; but Iwaizumi’s grip tighten bruisingly against your thigh in warning.

You’re at his mercy, and he’s in absolutely no hurry.

The first time you cum, it takes you by surprise. It feels like an endless build-up, Iwa’s tongue lapping at your pussy like it’s heaven sent, his mouth working diligently to drive you insane. Every touch feels unbearably good, from the long, slow strokes to the way he drags the tip of his tongue along your clit. Your toes are curling, your tits heaving with the desperate breaths you choke down, and all of a sudden his mouth latches onto your clitoris and he sucks hard at the swollen nub. You almost black out right there and then, stars bursting behind closed lids as pleasure wreaks havoc over your body. But as good as that feels, it’s not until you open your eyes and catch sight of the hunger blazing in Iwaizumi’s eyes that you tip over the edge, cumming into his waiting mouth with an earth shattering moan.

At some point he must have let you go to rid himself of his own clothes, and your panties, but you’re boneless, basking in the afterglow as he shifts you once more, lifting one of your thighs up to hook your leg over his shoulder as he settles back onto the couch.

You just watch through hazy eyes as Iwaizumi gives his thick cock, already hard and flushed an angry red, a few cursory pumps. And his eyes are fixed on yours as he leans down, guiding the tip to your sopping cunt.

“Fuck, you have no idea how long I’ve been dreaming of this, princess,” he grunts out.

Warning bells sound in your head once more, your gut clenching uneasily, but any protests you might have voiced fall by the wayside as he slowly presses into you. It’s the girth, more than anything else, that takes you by surprise. It hurts, stretching out your poor, oversensitive cunt as his cock fills you up, inch by agonising inch.

Iwa hisses from between clenched teeth and your eyes squeeze shut, trying to breathe through the pain. It won’t last long, you know that, and until it does you just have to grin and bear it.

You can feel it twitching inside of you, every ridge and vein, the way your slick walls hug his cock. His thumb strokes along your hip, soothing you as your face screws up and another whimper slips out. You think you hear him say something, praise maybe, or encouragement, but all you can focus on is the way his cock throbs inside your pussy when he finally bottoms out and stills.

And for a moment, he doesn’t move. A small kindness, letting you become adjusted to his size before he fucks you the way he’s dying to.

“Look at me,” he says, and while his tone isn’t as sharp this time, it’s no less of an order.

Your eyes flutter open as Iwaizumi turns his head just a fraction without breaking eye contact, pressing a soft kiss against your calf. His eyes are glazed with feverish lust, pupils blown wide, almost swallowing up that thin ring of olive green entirely, and you wonder whether you should feel afraid right now.

You don’t have the words to describe it, the distant unease that seeps through you as you stare into the eyes of a man who’s clearly not in control anymore. If you screamed right now, tried to fight back or stop him, would it make a difference?

Do you actually want to?

“You’re mine,” he growls out, drawing his hips back and slamming them forward ruthlessly as you choke on a scream.

He’s relentless, hissing out curses as he fucks you like a rag doll, filling your wet, tight little cunt again and again and again. It’s all you can do to fist at the edge of the cushion, one hand wrapping around his back, your nails raking down his skin, drawing blood in their wake.

And Iwa doesn’t care, tossing his head back as he pounds his cock into your needy cunt, his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust. “Iwa,” you plead between gasping breaths, clinging to his broad frame. You don’t even know what you’re begging for, not as he grabs you by the hips and lifts you up, hauling you closer so he can fuck you deeper. And you can feel his cockhead rutting against your cervix with every vicious thrust, the painful stretch of your cunt as you’re forced to take his fat cock. It hurts, it does, but holy fuck you can’t focus on that when his fingers slip between your legs and he starts to rub at your puffy, oversensitive clit.

You’re whining, mewling, hips shifting as you rock against him, desperate for more friction. “Please, Iwa,” you moan.

The sound of it, the lewd slaps of skin against skin, the wet squelching as he drives his cock home again with an unforgiving pace would be enough to make you burn with embarrassment, but you don’t care because you’re quickly losing yourself to mindless pleasure. Every stroke fills you completely, it’s hot and thick and the drag of his cock against your plush walls, the way it kisses that sweet perfect spot with every thrust is driving you to insanity.

“Fuck!” you cry, clenching tightly around his length as you hurtle over the edge for a second time. You’re gushing, convulsing, back arched up off the couch, lips parted and–

Iwaizumi stops with a growl and you barely have time to process it before he’s flipping you onto your front, yanking your ass up into the air and hammering his cock back into your swollen, abused little pussy. It’s a bruising pace he sets as he chases after his own end, your name falling from his lips in harsh, breathless grunts.

It doesn’t take long for his thrusts to become sloppy, your cunt sucking him in and pulsing around his cock. And you don’t have the mental capacity to beg him to pull out, not as his muscular chest collapses against your back, his arms wrapping around your waist and he pumps you full of his seed.

Neither one of you move straight away, both fighting to catch your breath and calm down in the afterglow of your orgasms. Your eyes flutter shut as he presses soft, sweet kisses to the back of your neck, your shoulders, anywhere he can reach. It’s an intimacy that doesn’t belong here, but you find yourself arching into it, a small, tired smile curling at your lips as Iwaizumi lavishes you with affection.

And you can only whine softly when he finally pulls his cock out and stands, lifting your boneless form up into his arms, chuckling quietly when you bury your head into his chest. Your head’s empty, your thoughts a jumbled mess as he carries you into his bedroom, depositing you carefully onto the bed.

Iwaizumi leaves you there like that, and when he returns a few minutes later he’s dressed again. He doesn’t smile, but there’s something oddly content about his expression as he stops by the doorway and takes in the sight of you; naked and thoroughly fucked out, curled up amongst his covers.

“Iwa?” you ask sleepily, stretching your aching body to make yourself more comfortable as you nestle further into the soft mattress.

He doesn’t answer you as he strides in, but you watch through half lidded eyes as his expression hardens. Stopping by the bedside, Iwaizumi reaches for you. You think he’s going to cup your cheek again, maybe run his fingers through your hair, but instead his hand slides between your thighs, gathering up some of the cum that’s seeped from your pussy with his fingers and slowly pushing it back inside of you, humming when you whine and shift under him.

“I’m leaving for a bit,” he tells you, your gut clenching as you remember why you’re in this position in the first place. “You don’t leave this apartment until I get back. You don’t answer the door, you don’t tell anyone you’re here, you don’t leave this bed unless you have a goddamn good reason. Understand?”

Weakly, you nod.

“Such a good girl for me,” he breathes, and this time when he leans over he does kiss you, sweeping your hair back from your face before his warm lips meet your cheek. He lingers there for a beat longer than necessary before pulling away with a sigh.

And as the door swings shut, the sound of the lock clicking into place behind him, you begin to question whether you’ve made a mistake. You don’t doubt for a second that Iwa will follow through with his promise. Whether it’s tonight or tomorrow or a week from now, he’ll find Kazuma; him and his friends, and they’ll make sure he stays away. And until they do, you won’t leave this apartment.

There’s a sinking feeling in your stomach that despite your pleas, Iwaizumi’ll kill him.

Not because that’s the only way for this to end, though you realise that that’s always been a possibility, but because of what you glimpsed in his eyes today. Stupidly, you’d thought you had Iwa pegged. But there’s something that lurks beneath that facade, something more dangerous than you could’ve possibly imagined and the moment you opened the door to Iwaizumi it sunk its teeth into you and now you’re not sure if it’ll ever let you go.

And as you lie back in Iwaizumi’s bed, covered in the marks he left behind you wonder whether you’ve merely traded one monster for another. Perhaps it was inevitable. Inexorable.

#yandere haikyuu #yandere iwaizumi #yandere iwaizumi x reader #yandere iwaizumi hajime #yandere iwaizumi hajime x reader #tw: dubcon #tw: stalking #i've said it like 48 times today #but ily fairy #you deserve the world #if you haven't gone to wish her a happy bday #GO NOW

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astroyongie · 2 years

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NCT Dream Reading - July Edition

Note: Please remember to take my words lightly. Enjoy the reading ! Victon will come next

Renjun

When it comes to his love life, I really had no info whatsoever, so his love life is currently at stand by. Around march he was seeing someone, but at the moment I have no idea if there’s anything going on or not.

It’s just like some members of NCT 127, Renjun is dealing with some financial blackout, like he wasn’t or haven’t been payed for all his work. His plans aren’t going well either, there’s lack of strategy by his managing team and at the moment he is trying to find a way to get stable again. He thinks a lot about leaving sometimes

Physical Health: His physical health haven’t improved since March. He keeps having heavy pains around his chest area, his throat, vocal cords, his hands and shoulders as well. Renjun really needs to take care of himself because it’s getting complicated Mental Health: Same goes for his mental health, he keeps being on that dark place. He tries to hide it a lot, but he has lost hope, he doesn’t sleep well, he goes through difficult thoughts and states.

Jeno

Jeno has kept very discreet, away from official relationships ever since his incident with his ex. He hasn’t particularly been lucky with love either, he has felt very alone too but im sensing like things might change for him very soon. He will be meeting someone soon that will change things for him, hopefully, In a positive way.

He has so many opportunities opened to him, many people wants to work with him, he has been having his own passions and objectives. However some go these paths would meant that he would have to break some partnerships and potential get in conflict with some coworkers

Physical Health: Doing okay Mental Health: He has been very sensitive lately, a also see a lot of anger on his heart mostly because sasesngs keep trying to get into him

Jaemin

The energy on his reading was extremely overwhelming. It’s been 8 months since Jaemin is officially with his partner and things are going very well and everything shows that they should take this relationship seriously. However, Jaemin is still unsure, he doesn’t want this relationship to become something eh could be stuck on. He also has a lot of future thoughts (like moving with this person, potentially be with them for years). He should be careful with these illusions he gives himself concerning his relationship

I see some type of solo work for Jaemin (maybe some acting? Who knows). Definitely something he wanted to start, to do and express himself with. Wait for his solo project !

Physical Health:He isn’t very well either, have been suffering some sickness related to his stomach Mental Health: He is still healing from his depression episodes, it’s still hard for him sometimes

Chenle

As always, Chenle is currently single, there isn’t much happening on his life other that someone confessed to him 7 days ago. Other than that, he misses his family lot, he hasn’t been able to talk to them lately and that pains him

He is working very hard, a little too excessively and the company gave him a lot of responsibilities that actually ended up in huge arguments with managers/team. Chenle knows there’s changes that need to be made on the grou and the struggles need to be solved. He accepted these responsibilities and burdens but conflicts needed to be ended. It also seems like he had what he wanted and for some reason the company listens to what ha has to say when it comes to the inner conflicts of the group

Physical Health: Some headaches nothing more Mental Health: He doesn’t talk much about his mental health

Jisung

There’s a few things concerning Jisung. Firstly that he had a huge fight with one of NCT’s members and things went a little too far. However Jisung considers that it wasn’t his fault and he doesn’t has the conscience of his actions. I also feel like he is currently being hit by a strong return of karma. In another hand, he has found someone he has been crushing on, however this person is a little older than him and they are already on a relationship.

Career wise, Jisung is very lucky, good benefits and success keep coming his way, many opportunities, his life routine is set and he is just going with the flow. He will sacrifice things if it means to be able to do what he wants to do

Physical Health: No info Mental Health: He feels extremely agitated mentally, also feel betrayed

Shotaro

So.. Remember he went through a date ban because he started to involve himself with the wrong person. It seems like he has no fucks to give to SM and he keeps seeing this person, mostly for the physical relationship they had. Both him and this person lie to one another about their situation. The person isn’t an idol, they are older and divorced

When it comes to his career he has a choice to make concerning the potential opportunities that were shown to him. However he doesn’t know what to take since he is scared that hs career keeps being on stand by or that it keeps being meaningless

Physical Health: Pains around his lumbar and hips, also some strong headaches Mental Health: mentally he isn’t on a good place, he is struck on things, he gets easily negative and he feels like his own mind is trapping him. He needs to focus on his emotional healing

Sungchan

He is still in a relationship with this other person, however things don’t go well, mostly because there is no mutual feelings between them, theres a lot fo miscommunication and arguments between them. Sungchan also knows he isn’t allowed to have any relationship at the moment.

Work wise I see something coming for him, solo project coming very soon (got the 11 in number, it might mean something). He has been working for it, he has gave a lot of sweat and thought. Sungchan isdefintily eager to show the world what he is capable

Physical Health: he needs to watch out for his chest and heart pains, but also all the pains he has on his stomach and legs/calves Mental Health: doing well

#nct dream #nct #nct dream reading #nct dream tarot #nct dream astrology #nct dream headcanons #nct dream imagines #nct dream reactions #nct dream scenarios

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therealpussybangs · 3 years

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When you find out the Haikyuu boys cheated.. Pt. 2

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Starring: Timeskip!Aone, Goshiki, Kita, Lev

A/N- Tw: Cheating, crying, yelling, fighting, mentions of sexual- intercourse, swearing, please let me know if i missed anything!!

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Aone-

Today was supposed to be your 4th year anniversary with your amazing boyfriend Aone. However, that date idea had quickly turned to shit when you see your boyfriend at a booth with some other chick.

You didn’t want to jump to conclusions, because you were exceptionally early to this date, so you walk over, hoping it was a sister or some other relative.

But when you finally made it over to the table, your boyfriend looked like he had seen a ghost. Pale, scared, and he looked sick. The thing that hurt the most was the guilt swimming in his eyes. Eyes that were once only for you. Eyes that were always warm and welcoming, the eyes that felt like home. His once beautiful and bright eyes were now dulled, guilty and scared.

Aone felt like he couldn’t move. He was stuck in his chair when he saw you.

‘Our date isn’t for another 20 minutes... how could this happen...?’ He thinks to himself. Then he remembers what you had said earlier about being early for the special today. He curses under his breath and opens his mouth to make excuses, but that’s when he hears a sniffle.

He reluctantly looks up to see you crying, and swiping at your eyes wildly. His heart shatters and sinks to the floor and he immediately knows he shouldn’t lie, it’ll only make it worse.

“Baby i’m so sorry....” He looks down, not ready to hear your reply. “Was i not good enough..? What should I have done differently..?” You say in a small, hurt voice.

“No! I-” He was cut off by the other girl sitting in front of him.

“Bubs who’s this ugly little girl? She a friend of yours? Or what..she kinda smells a little..” She says in a squeaky, bratty voice.

“Oh, haha; i’m actually his soon to be ex-girlfriend! So nice to meet you!! And so nice to leave you ‘bubs’!” You say with a fake smile, and filled with sarcasm.

“Babe- do-” Aone started quietly, he always was so quiet and reserved. But he seemed so talkative with this new girl....

“By Aone! Bye bitch I don’t know!” You say oh so confidently, until you go to itch your eyes. ‘oh... tears..’ You began to cry harder as you realize you just left the one thing you loved most.

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Goshiki-

You and Tsutomu had been pretty distant after a fight you two had, and you wanted to go over and apologize to him because you realized you were in the wrong.

However, what you did not expect was to see another car parked outside of your shared home.

This fight you both had was because of some silly coworker jokingly hitting on you. You had known this person since you were little, so it was nothing new. They were also fully aware of the fact that you were in a committed relationship with Tsutomu.

So, who could be at his house? Was he really hurt enough to call a friend or relative for help/advice? Now you felt really bad, so you quickly make your way up the steps to your shared home and push past the door.

What you did not expect to hear, were muffled whimpers and Goshiki’s smooth, calming voice. ‘Wh-what?’ You think maybe it was something else, maybe it was Goshiki whimpering and sniffling and someone else sweet talking him. But once you walk into your bedroom....you shut down.

“B..baby,,?” You ask, voice small. You were shaking and trying your best to keep your cool and hold back the tears threatening to spill. “Whats going on..?”

Goshiki immediately whips his head around from where it was buried between someone elses thighs. But when he sees your hurt eyes and sad features guilt pools at the bottom of his stomach. He was with someone else, on your shared bed, in your shared home. This realization suddenly hit him like a brick, and he immediately shot straight up. “I-I can explain!!”

“Explain what? The fact you were pleasuring some random whore on our bed?? What else is there to explain Tsut- Goshiki?” You yell back, the tears from before finally breaking the barrier and streaming down your face.

Goshiki just stood there, shaken up and regretful, not daring to say a word, knowing it will make things worse. But you persisted and asked him again why he did it and he started to get annoyed with your yelling. “I was angry with your stupid fucking co-worker for flirting with you and smacking your ass and always eating lunch with you!! I wanted you to know how it felt!!” He yelled back, without thinking. Bad idea.

You were speechless to say the least. He did not just compare cheating to harmless banter between friends...did he? He didn’t just call your absolute bestfriend stupid...did he?

“Get out. Both of you.” You say, your tone stone cold.

“What..” Your ex says, his voice small and shaky, almost as if it was any louder it would shatter you.

“GET OUT!! NOW!!” You say, now yelling as warm, fat tears stream down your face. You were furious, deflated, tired, and so, so done. You thought you were going to be sick. You had trusted him, and here he was, with a beautiful woman, probably 10x better than you. And to think you were going to apologize to him.

“Baby... we can fix this! right? Move forward!” He says, not so confident or angry this time.

“What, so you can go off with some other bitch as soon as the going gets tough again? No. We’re over. Goodbye Goshiki, please don’t try to contact me, i’ll have someone come get my stuff.”

And with that, you slammed the door and walked out of the place you one called home.

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Kita-

Kita was a simple man. He wanted 2 things in life: A family with you, and his rice fields to do well.

However he did not take it very well when you said you were not ready for a family, and he stormed out on you. That night you cried yourself to sleep, thinking about how you could be better.

The past month and a half, you and Kita have been pretty distant, and you have been preparing yourself for a family in any way you can. For example: Finishing the last of your extra studies, learning how to make extra delicious meals, even though Kita wasn’t ever there to try them, and you even started looking into parenting books. You just wanted to be the perfect wife for him.

So one day you waited for him to come home, ready to tell him the big news; you were ready to start a family. So when he finally got back, you told him!

“Babe! I think i’m ready for a family! With you!” You said happily and confidently. But when you saw his eyes widen in surprise, you didn’t expect them to also be oh so regretful.

“Y-you are..?” He asks, suddenly shaking. His stomach drops to the floor while his heart breaks simultaneously. You... you prepared yourself all on your own, just for him. And he knows he fucked up, getting some other girl pregnant, but he was so angry and sad he just.... it just... happened.

Just then, he gets a call, from the one person he really did not want to talk to. The other woman he got pregnant. He was so scared to pick up the phone, so you did. He froze. ‘No..! You cant pick that up...it will ruin us..’

“Hey! Shin! The baby just kicked! I hope its a girl.... Shin..?” The girl says on the other end, happy and excited.

“wh..what?” You say, confused. “Who are you..?”

“I’m his girlfriend! Who are you silly?” She says, still bubbly.

“I-” You start, and then hang up. It could not be. He did not get another woman pregnant, he was your baby, no one else...right? You slowly look over to Kita, hoping you didn’t just hear what you think you did.

He looks down, guilt and shame washing over his built figure.

“I’m so sorry... it wasn’t supposed to happen, but it did and I can’t just leave her by herself..” He says, voice gradually getting louder.

“So.. you couldn’t just wait a little longer huh...it’s okay, I hope you two will be happy.” You walked away after that, and just then was when Kita realized he was loosing you. He panicked, and reached out for your hand, but you were already gone, into the bedroom you both shared, presumably packing.

But it’s when he sees you walk out the door, tears streaming down your face, and sobs wracking you body, that reality finally shifted. You were leaving, and he was now responsible for a child that wasn’t yours. He was mortified to say the least.

“Bye Shin, i’ll always love you y’know.. I hope your child is as beautiful as you.”

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Lev-

Today was your birthday! And you were so excited to spend it with your beanpole boyfriend! But he hadn’t answered your texts yet, and your calls either. You understood he had a photo-shoot, but it was over hours ago, even his manager didn’t know where he was. So you decided to check his snapmap because you were genuinely worried??

But when you saw his bitmoji at an unrecognized address, you freaked out and drove there immediately.

When you got there, his car was parked in the driveway, and the lights were on inside. You could also hear the faint hum of soft music.

Lev was always so gentle with you, and he never raised hid voice or got angry with you. You loved that about him, how soft he was. When you guys first met, he was willing to take things slow, and wait until you were both comfortable with eachother.

He was always so patient, or so you thought. You weren’t ready for anything intimate other than kissing, and he said he was okay with that. But horny men will be horny men.

But you at least thought he could wait a little longer for you, his girlfriend of 11 months. At least those were the thoughts that flew through your head as you walked into the mystery house.

It was Lev, laid out on a bed with silk sheets, rose petals scattered everywhere, and Champaign on the nightstand next to him.

Well, more like next to the other woman in bed with him, dressed in red lacy lingerie and pretty makeup. The candle-light makes them both look so majestic, well they would if they both didn’t have shocked/guilty expressions on their faces.

Lev got up immediately and tried to grab your arm, but you shrugged him off.

“I trusted you, and I loved you, I still love you! But here you are, with another woman, on my birthday. Happy fucking birthday to me i guess.”

He stood there dumbfounded as you walked out, your confident facade breaking as tears slip down your rosy cheeks. Then, you drive away, knowing things will never be the same...

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Annnnnd it’s finally out! Not proofread i’m sorry </3 Kita’s hurt the most smh

ALSOOOO don’t forget you are fucking gorgeous and ilysm pls take care of your gorgeous self!

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#haikyuu x reader #lev habia #kita shinsuke #goshiki tsutomu #aone takanobu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #angst #haikyuu angst #anime #cheating au #pls this hurt

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Valentine’s Day

♡ Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Y/N

♡ Summary: Y/N’s first Valentine’s Day with Draco Malfoy

♡ Warnings: Pure smut, food play, cum play, female/male receiving, some blood play

It was a normal Thursday morning for Y/N, same routine throughout the week. Wake up at 7am, get ready, go to work and come home. But there was one tiny difference about today, it was Valentine's Day.

Which was the first one she would celebrate with her boyfriend Draco. Despite having to go to work, she'd hope that they would celebrate after. So when Y/N opened her eyes in the morning, she was surprised to see that her boyfriend of less than a year had already left.

She knew they both didn't have enough time to celebrate in the morning, however she was disheartened to not wake up with a kiss, or at least goodbye.

Nether the less she rolled over onto Draco's side. His side was cold, which implied he had been gone for a while, she frowned, even if he did leave before she woke, his side would always be the slightest bit warm.

This wasn't the way she wanted to start her first Valentine's Day with the person she loved deeply. She sighed getting up and trudged to the bathroom to start her daily hygiene routine.

Perhaps there were flowers, maybe even chocolates in another room. However she was wrong again, her flat was normal, just like how it was left last night.

She was disappointed to say the least, she knew Draco wasn't the most romantic person in the world, but she expected something at least. After all, she did spend days searching for a ring that he would hopefully like.

Maybe he didn't celebrate Valentine's Day, she thought to herself. Still, she would wait until the evening to see him.

After she arrived to the ministry of magic, she made her way to her desk in the department of mysterious. She huffed, looking at her assignments for today, hopefully this would take her mind off the lack of celebration she had this morning.

"Y/N, look at these roses-" Pansy paused, looking at her friend who had a scowl on her face. "Are you alright?" she asked with a concerned voice.

Y/N glanced up, staring at the crimson roses in Pansy's hands, she turned green watching the bright smile plastered on her friends face.

"I'm fine— just busy," Y/N muttered, flicking through the paperwork on her desk.

"Oh— right— well look what Theo got me— he had them delivered to my desk," Pansy smiled, observing her gift.

Y/N began feeling sick, Pansy and Theo had only been dating for a couple of months and he had the decency to provide her with gifts even when she was at work.

"They're beautiful," Y/N mumbled under her breath, she watched as another set of flowers were delivered to the desk opposite her. Astoria Greengrass's desk to be precise.

"Wow— everyone is getting spoiled today!" Pansy laughed, watching the gifts get dropped off at the desk. She turned her gaze back to Y/N, who was noticeably paler.

"What did Draco get you— he spoils you all the time— I bet you woke up with showered in gifts," Pansy smirked, smelling the roses in front of her.

Y/N was too embarrassed to say she hadn't received anything, so she lied. "Yes, he bought me loads of gifts, I was quite spoiled you might say," she said, eyeing Astoria's presents.

"I knew it! Anyway, I'm going back to work— I'll catch up with you later," Pansy smiled, waving goodbye to her friend, she left Y/N's desk, practically skipping down the corridor.

Astoria arrived back from the bathroom and gasped immediately, a light blush fell on her face. This made Y/N even more upset, knowing Astoria never had a boyfriend for longer than a month, and now she had received these gifts.

She wanted to cry, but held a brave face, continuing on with her work. All the women in her department gushed over their gifts, speaking about their plans with their partners tonight.

All Y/N could do was listen and nod at some moments. It became too much for her, question after question asking what she had received. She hated lying, so she couldn't keep up with the charade anymore.

Draco's department was only a few floors up, usually they would have lunch together. So she would approach him when the time came, she didn't want to come across as jealous, or ungrateful. So she would wait for him to mention it first.

Pansy found her way to Y/N's desk again, a huge grin on her face. She looked over at Astoria's empty seat and laughed, "I wonder which man she caught in her web this month."

Y/N nodded, "must be someone who really likes her."

Y/N excused herself to meet with Draco, she was anxious to say the least. She had to be calculated on what she would say to him. After she reached his floor, she greeted a few of his coworkers.

She made her way to his office, about to open the door but it opened suddenly before she had the chance. Out walked Astoria who was giggling, Draco leaned against the door frame, laughing with her.

Y/N's heart sank, was this Astoria's secret man? Her own boyfriend Draco, she had never seen them speak before.

The two of them looked over at Y/N, slightly surprised by her presence.

"Y/N," Draco trailed, looking at Astoria who was holding in a laugh.

"I— never mind," Y/N whispered, walking back towards the lifts to take her down to her department.

Her heart was broken, Draco didn't even try and explain. Astoria didn't return to her desk after that, she didn't even want to go home tonight as she knew she would have to face Draco.

The day came to an end, she was dreading returning to her flat. Draco finished an hour later than Y/N, usually she would wait in his office for the extra hour so they could go back home together.

But today, she didn't care, she just wanted to cry in her bed and stuff her face with ice cream.

After she arrived back home, she sighed, the flat was empty. She flicked on the lights, to illuminate her dark lounge. She kicked off her shoes and strolled towards her bedroom, expecting it to be dark however there was a light coming from her room.

"Draco?" Y/N yelled out, she had her wand ready incase it were an intruder.

"In here darling," he responded, even though she was mad at him, and suspected foul play between himself and Astoria, her heart couldn't help but warm at his response.

She pushed open the door, gasping at the sight. There were rose petals covering the entire floor, a silver tray with strawberries, melted chocolate and more flowers.

Draco stood at the edge of the bed, a bouquet of red and black roses in his hands.

"Happy Valentine's Day my love," he smiled, stepping towards her.

"I— I thought you forgot— or didn't care," Y/N whispered, tears welled up in her eyes. She knew he wouldn't let her down in the end.

"How could I forget?"

He pulled a small black box from behind his back, holding it out towards her. Y/N frowned and opened the box, she gasped seeing the silver snake ring. She examined it, seeing the initials DM engraved at the side.

"It's lovely Draco," she smiled.

"Anything for you," he took the ring off her, and slid it on her index finger.

"The same as yours?" Y/N asked, looking at his fingers, he nodded, "of course."

Y/N closed the gap between them, his smell flooding her senses. He cupped her cheeks, pulling her face towards his, but he waited a moment before kissing her.

"I love you," he breathed against her lips, "but."

Y/N frowned, "but what."

"You've been a spoiled brat all day, did you think that went unnoticed?" He smirked, searching her eyes with his.

Her breath caught in her throat, then she began to realise that he had done this on purpose, he riled her up all day, just to get her in this position.

"I— I haven't Draco."

"Are you sure? Your little friends told me how miserable you were today— moping around like a child because you didn't get any gifts," he said, his grip tightened around her cheeks, forcing her mouth to open.

She shook her head in disagreement, how did he expect her to react, then again, she knew she should've put her trust in him.

"Isn't that right darling?" He said, licking his bottom lip to wet it.

Y/N nodded, she couldn't lie to him, he had eyes everywhere. And her friends were his secret spies— clearly.

He closed the gap between their faces, pushing his lips onto hers, his fingers still grasping ahold of her cheeks, forcing her to meet his aggressive kiss.

She moaned, feeling his tongue enter her mouth, swirling it around to taste her. He spun her around, backing her towards the bed until the backs of her knees hit the edge of it.

"Strip," he growled, releasing her face and taking a step back to observe his girlfriend.

She followed his command, removing her jacket first, followed by her shirt, and then her skirt. She was left in her bra and thong with her tights, she was about to remove her tights when he stopped her.

"Keep them on," he groaned, eyeing her legs through the sheer black material.

His fingers trailed up Y/N's thigh, right up to the waist band of the tights, he pulled it back and snapped it. She hissed at his action, the sharp pain shooting through her side.

Draco shoved her lightly, resulting in Y/N tumbling onto the bed, she shuffled backwards, her legs widening to allow space for him to rest in.

He crawled onto the bed, stalking her like she were is prey. His eyes were fierce, she new she was in trouble, just from the way he looked currently.

Y/N propped herself up onto her elbows, watching him approach her, both of her legs were either side of him.

"Draco," she whimpered, anticipating his touch.

He ignored her, grabbing the back of her hair, forcing her mouth onto his. His other hand gripped hold onto her neck, choking her effortlessly.

Her airways were restricted, Draco's lips sucked onto her tongue, a groan fell out of his mouth. Y/N hadn't seen his wand out until her wrists were suddenly bound above her head.

She peered up, breaking the kiss, Draco laughed still holding onto her throat.

"Relax."

Y/N nodded quickly, Draco kissed her again, this time sucking on her bottom lip, his teeth nipped the sensitive skin on her bottom lip. Drawing blood, Y/N tasted the metallic tang on her tongue, but didn't care.

Draco leaned up, staring down at Y/N, his two fingers reached out. Pinching the small wound on her lip, forcing the blood to come out. His thumb smeared the drop of blood across her bottom lip.

"Shit," he rasped, looking at her innocent eyes peering up at him.

He dove down licking and sucking her lips, he didn't want to take it too far tonight as it was a day for romance, but he couldn't help it.

When they first got together, she was a virgin, Draco almost came in his trousers when she told him. He wanted nothing more than to ruin her, and that's exactly what he done.

But she would always be innocent in his eyes, despite everything they done together in the bedroom— which made him love her more.

Y/N couldn't help but feel aroused by his actions, wetness from her pussy dampened her underwear. Making it uncomfortable, as well as her legs being widened by Draco's large body between them.

"You're beautiful," he smiled, leaning over and picking up a bright red strawberry.

Draco took a bite out of it, humming at the sweet taste, Y/N's breathing was heavy, she wanted to be the strawberry. A whine slipped her lips, causing Draco to smirk, "you want some darling?"

Y/N bit her lip and nodded, he put half of the strawberry down, and leaned over Y/N. Kissing her slowly— sensually, his mouth opened, but his tongue didn't enter hers, instead he pushed the slightly chewed strawberry into her mouth.

He pulled back, after giving her the fruit, Y/N swallowed the contents slowly. The sweet fruits mixed with his own mint saliva sent shivers down her spine.

"Please Draco," Y/N strained, wanting him to touch her already.

"Be patient— you haven't had an ounce of it all day, the least you could do is have some now," he growled, he leaned over to the tray beside them.

Two of his fingers scooped up the melted chocolate, he trailed it down her chest, the heat from the chocolate forced goosebumps along her skin.

He gripped her chin, forcing her head to the side, his mouth left wet, sloppy kisses along her neck. Focusing on her pulse point, the place that made her squirm.

A purple bruise formed where Draco had sucked, he leaned up smiling down at his work. The tip of his tongue dragged along her skin, collecting the chocolate on the way.

He reached her breasts, that were covered partially by the flimsy lace of her bra. He pulled it down, exposing the sensitive skin, Y/N gasped, the cold air making her nipples perk up.

Draco dipped his thumb in the chocolate, smearing it all over her nipple. He leaned his head down and sucked it, his mouth was warm in contrast to the cold air.

"More," Y/N whimpered, her arousal now leaking onto her thighs.

He bit her nipple at her words, his way of telling her to shut up. So she did, she knew better than to push him in this moment.

He kissed down towards her navel, closer and closer to where she wanted him most. Draco let out a breathy laugh, seeing her dampened red underwear.

Y/N thrusted her hips towards his face, but it was no luck. Draco forced her hips down by his hand, tutting at her actions.

"Don't test me Y/N— or I'll tie up your whole body so you can't move at all," Draco frowned, his hand reached between them and cupped her pussy.

He trailed his thumb down the centre of her pussy, through the tights and lace underwear before pushing hard on her clit.

"Your cunt is soaking my whole hand," he laughed, Y/N heard a tear, she looked down and saw that Draco had ripped a whole in the crotch of her tights.

With one swift motion he tore her underwear in the middle too, the snap of the material stinging Y/N's skin.

"I can't wait to taste you— I've been waiting all day for this," he said licking his lips, "please Draco," Y/N mumbled.

"My needy girl."

He kissed along her thigh, licking along the inner section, close to her pussy. Before he continued, he waited, waited for her to open her eyes and watch him.

"Open those eyes darling."

Y/N opened them quickly and watched him, his breath fanned over her pussy. He sucked on her clit, the tip of his tongue circling it before sucking it again.

One finger trailed up her pussy, collecting her arousal, he teased her hole, before pushing his middle finger knuckle deep inside of her.

Her pussy clenched around him instantly, a soft cry fell from her lips. He pumped it slowly— too slow for Y/N, she forgot what he had asked and pushed her pussy up to his face again.

He slapped the outside of her thigh, his head rose and shook, "I warned you," he muttered.

"No, I'm sorry Drac-"

But it was too late, her ankles were tied to either side of her bed, she was spread out for him. Just what he wanted all along.

"That's better," he smirked.

He pushed two fingers into her, curling them quickly, brushing against her g spot directly. His fingers were fast, thrusting in and out of her at a rapid speed.

Y/N felt her orgasm bubbling in her stomach, threatening to release if Draco continued, which he did. He stretched her with a third finger, curving them again.

The room was filled with wet sounds and heavy breathing, Y/N's arousal leaked over Draco's hands, her thighs were soaked, she was so close.

Draco latched his mouth onto her clit again, "you want to cum darling?"

"Y-yes," Y/N whined.

He pulled his fingers out quickly, looking at how they glistened with Y/N's arousal, "you'll cum when I say you can."

He grabbed another strawberry, trailing it down her stomach and then to her pussy. He ran the fruit up her slit, collecting the wetness from her cunt.

After he was satisfied with how covered the strawberry was, he dipped it into his mouth, sucking on it and then biting it.

He chewed it slowly, "delicious."

Y/N was struggling to breathe, the tight ropes that bound her limbs made it painful to move. But she couldn't help but squirm from his actions, she wanted— no needed him inside her.

He palmed his cock through his work trousers, and climbed over Y/N. He kneeled a over her face, biting his bottom lip at her wide eyes.

He pushed down his trousers, and then his boxers. His cock slapped against his stomach, the vein that ran along the side prominent. Thick beads of pre cum leaking from his tip.

Y/N licked her lips, bracing herself for what was to come.

"Open your mouth pretty girl," he ordered, stroking his cock.

Y/N opened her mouth quickly, he guided his tip towards her mouth, pushing the tip inside first. He groaned, feeling her warm mouth smother his sensitive tip.

He then pushed in further, halting as soon as his tip reached the back of her throat. Tears fell from her eyes, saliva already collecting at the corners of her mouth.

"Take all of me," he growled, he pulled out and pushed back in again slowly. Y/N moaned around his cock, feeling him stretch her ridged throat. The tip of her nose close to his abdomen.

He held her head keeping her in place, "good girl," he strained, he thrusted in and out slowly, each thrust made her choke around his cock.

Splatters of spit flew from her mouth, her mascara leaving black stains along her cheeks. He quickened his pace, still holding onto her head. His mouth was opened, eyes squeezed shut as Y/N hollowed her cheeks.

"Fuck, your mouth is too fucking good."

Y/N was turning red from the small amount of air she was receiving. But Draco knew this, so he pulled out before he came, he hovered over her for a moment, catching his breath.

He untied her wrists, keeping her ankles tied up. He left a quick peck on her mouth before lining his tip with her entrance.

He flicked his eyes onto hers, waiting to see if she was ready or if she needed a few more moments. But she nodded, eager to feel him inside of her.

Draco's thrusts were hard and powerful, his hands covered her waist, lifting her lower body off the bed. Y/N was moaning continuously, she couldn't form a proper sentence.

"God— you feel so good," Draco groaned, his finger tips digging into her waist with immense pressure.

Y/N could only hum in response, his thrusts were hard, his cock filling her to the brim, touching her every now and then cervix.

Draco pulled her hips to meet his thrusts, Y/N was overwhelmed, her eyes wet again from the brutal force.

He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her up to his chest, she held onto his neck as he continued to fuck her in the new position. Her ankles were sore from the tight rope around them, but she didn't care.

Draco breathed heavily against her neck, slowing his thrusts down, he leaned his head back and pressed a wet, sloppy kiss on her mouth.

"Oh fuck— Draco," Y/N cried, the new position made the tip of his cock stroke her g spot every time.

He gripped her chin, squeezing her mouth open, he gathered the spit in his mouth, spitting directly into her own.

"Take it— take it like the the good girl you are," he growled.

Y/N swallowed his spit, her head rested in the crook of his neck. Her nails dragging against his covered back, but Draco could still feel her sharp nails digging into his skin.

He laid her back down, his thrusts now deeper and slower. He brushed the wet hair from her face, kissing her forehead.

"Draco— I'm— oh God-"

"Go on then darling— cum around my cock— my pretty girl," he smiled.

Y/N's orgasm flooded through her, coating his entire cock in her cum. Draco felt her pussy tighten around him, which pushed him closer to his own high.

After a few more thrusts he pulled out— only just. Spurts of his cum covered her pussy, some of it reaching her lower stomach. He moaned her name as he stroked out the rest of his orgasm with his fist.

He sent her a lazy smile, kissing her gently. Another strawberry was now between his fingers, he sat on his calves and watched Y/N's cum mix with his own.

Two of his fingers dragged up her pussy, pushing their cum back inside of her. Y/N was sensitive, a whimper coming from her throat.

He raised the fingers to his mouth and sucked on them, humming around them.

The strawberry was now running along the areas in which he just came on. The bright red colour now dripping with his thick, white cum.

Draco looked at the strawberry, smirking at its new appearance, he quickly rushed it towards Y/N's lips, before any of it could drop off.

She parted her mouth, allowing Draco to place the strawberry into it up to the green of the fruit. Y/N clasped her teeth around it, biting the sweet fruit, she hummed at the new taste.

The sweet and salty taste delighted her taste buds, she couldn't help but moan.

"Oh— you liked that darling?" Draco grinned, removing the top of the strawberry and placing it beside him.

Y/N nodded, "yes Draco."

"Well," he said whilst looking at Y/N's nearly clean stomach and pussy, "there's plenty more where that came from."

Y/N laughed, slapping his arm weakly.

"Happy Valentine's Day Draco," Y/N smiled, pressing a kiss on his cheek.

"Happy Valentine's Day my love."

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