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shadowystan · 1 year ago

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yan x yan reader

YANDERE!crush x f!reader – dear diary, (I'm an oblivious, oblivious girl)

(first ask! kinda would've preferred a few more details but beggars can't be choosers lmao. anyway, don't mind if this is utter rubbish; im bored out of my mind)

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You think – only for a second, though – that if you were a yandere subtype like in all those fictions, then you'll be the stalker type.

But then you continue in your little endeavour, promptly diverting your mind from distracting thoughts. It's a gamble what you're doing right now; putting your heart, blood and soul out there to do something this immoral for a mere boy.

But the heart wants what it wants.

The grip you had on your camera tightens, a smile beginning to curl on your lips as you watch him enter the room. Finally, Finally. About time he made his presence known.

Staying perched up on this tree wasn't easy. But you got a good view so it was worth it.

You watched him shrug off his shirt, lean body coming into view for you, you and you alone. How desirable he was, you almost wanted to say. Appreciate his beauty in all its pretty, delicate glory.

The pants stayed on, you watched with disappointment, but clicked pictures away till your heart's content anyway.

You doll yourself up for him sometimes.

It's not difficult. You've snooped through his phone plenty. He likes the sexy type, you’ve realised, if all the instagram models he liked to thirst over was something to go by.

So you gloss your lips just right. Style your hair a certain way. And powder your nose for a second longer.

(Sometimes, you think the models look a little like you.)

But when you see him on campus, all shining and captivating, you can't help but pass him a bright smile, dimples stretching your face and eyes sparkling like the sun.

You don't quite look sexy there. A little on the cuter side, maybe. But not sexy.

YANDERE!crush thinks you're just adorable.

He deliberately works out; deliberately rolls up his sleeves; deliberately never changes the password for his phone.

All for you alone.

Deliberately, deliberately changes his clothes right when the window is open and he knows you're watching, all hidden behind the leaves and the green of the tree.

But even more, he is the most deliberate when he follows a new, half naked model every week and amusedly watches you try to mould yourself into her.

It's funny. Slightly pitiful too. And he almost feels bad because it's just not in your nature. To be cool or sexy. To be hot or a diva.

But it's cute. It's cute watching you awkwardly shuffle in mini-skirts just for him. It's cute hearing the pitter-patter of your new heels and almost watching you fall. It's cute how you mask a flustered squeak when he catches you by the waist before you fall and make a fool of yourself in front of the whole campus.

It's cute. It's all so cute. You're so fucking cute it almost makes him rip his hair out.

It's alright though, he'll manage. He has managed since middle school, and then into high school. He'll keep managing in university and the years to come too.

A future with you is a future he's willing to fight for.

And. Well. Kill for.

It wasn't even hard, YANDERE!crush reminisces, to follow this homewrecker of a guy into an alleyway.

And then gut him bloody.

It wasn't hard at all, he thinks again. Far from it. He just had to take a trick from your book: Stalking.

Yes, he's sure, he's willing to kill someone for you too.

And it has a name too – his flashiness, that is – if he was a yandere subtype, he's aware he'd be the possessive, killer one.

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therk900 · 9 months ago

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i just really want to kiss him so badly!!

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teacher-lover · 3 months ago

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I'm just your innocent student Mr. S

Would be a shame if you looked under my skirt ❤

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ryansosilly · 3 months ago

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Could the sinner really be redeemed? Can he be saved or just lulled to temporary rest? Is peace of mind an achievable, realistic goal for the truly wicked by heart?

Nikto was by all means a good soldier. An unstoppable force once on the field, the only thing that could possibly stop him from finishing this mission was a bullet in the head, point blank.

As proof that he has yet to be stopped, he was still there, alive. Here and there would be a better thing to say. He couldn't keep himself down by any means of the word. All of Nikto, every one of them had differing views and nobody around him could really guess who they were speaking with. Only you. To your surprise it was not that difficult. The contrast between his different 'selves' was pretty prominent, it only takes actual care and to pay attention to notice. Something nobody else was willing to put. Of course, there were those mandatory therapy sessions Nikto was forced into just to still be deployed but they were nothing but a legality. Even his therapist understood that in how..broken, twisted of a man Nikto is, laid the true strength he had. Frankly? He wouldn't be 'Nobody', 'Nikto', if it weren't for the trauma. He knew it, they knew it, his teammates and therapist..nobody stopped to think further. It made everything simple for him.

But sometimes no matter how simple ones life is, nothing will stay the same. A change here and there, an unexpected switch, break, snap or trigger and everything goes back to shit. Nikto constantly needs to be knocked into his damn place. A wild rabid dog punched and kicked into place by the higher ups just for him to bite them and run away for a day or two. Childish, he knows. Stupid decision, he knows.

But he made him do it. Nikto wasn't at fault for running away.

It was a pretty damn unlucky time for that to happen. Everything piled up in his head, the voices being louder than before during a night at a safehouse. He has actively been going through a manic episode for the past days, he had lost track of it. Gripping his mask as he violently shook his body. He hated feeling like this but oh it felt so good.. his only peace of mind was the possibility of a death, of a redemption or some sort of magic potion to revert everything back to how it was. He couldn't handle this state he was in, so, to prevent himself from being seen like that, he ran away.

A stormy, rainy middle of the night, even the bustling highway had almost fully emptied out, leaving nothing but a foggy semi visible road with bright yellow signs. How did he get all the way out of the forest to the highway? He didn't have a clue but he felt so...good. The rational part of his brain was screaming that was a horrible idea!!! If they catch him out, disregarding orders and doing as he fucking wishes, he'll be in a really damn big trouble he doesn't need right now but the mania had other plans.

He... they? Who? Nobody was still in full gear, believing that anytime now, someone, or something, will come out and try to catch him, so might as well be prepared! A gun prepared in the ready as he stood in the middle of the street, staring at one same point. His body was still shaking even if he could hardly feel it from the cold.

Nobody was coming. There was no-one there, not a single car. That ruined Nikto's mood even more. What did he even want? Why would he want someone to catch him? Is that a game for you, Nikto?

Well, lucky for you..

As Niktos body started to give up from the unexpected rush of adrenaline and the freezing cold started to creep in to under his gear. No amount of gear can keep the cold out when he felt it inside of himself long ago. His legs freezing. To him, all of this had happened in the blink of an eye.

To you? The worried you? It has been almost 2 days. Nobody managed to find the man. Why? They weren't on a search. Only you noticed. So, doing the responsible thing.. you took an umbrella during the very next night of Nikto's disappearance and went out.

Weird, this rain hasn't stopped for days now? If anything, it's only getting stronger..

The umbrella did a surprisingly good job at keeping you dry and resisting the wind but your vision was still ' impaired ' from the neverending fogs taking over the entire street, maybe the whole city. This horrible weather hasn't moved and does not seem to be planning on leaving. Nikto found it fitting, you not so much.

Ah. Could you guess..

By the street, against a tree with an injured leg covered in dry blood lays Nikto. You found him. Slowly stepping closer to him, your grip on the umbrella remaining as tight as possible. If this was some sort of a cheesy movie, you'd say that Nikto might just be the direct source of this heavy rain and strong wind.

Nikto..Nikto?

In front of his eyes..from his very eyes, he could swear that he saw an angel, perhaps an angel of death, coming to claim him already. That umbrella above you, your clothes.. he could swear there were black wings right behind you as you stopped your steps right in front of him.

Eyes barely open, he took a deep breath, letting it out. There was no longer any little amount of warm breath showing from his 'mouth' as his body was colder than the very cold streets under him.

'it matches me' he thought to himself. Matching his heart. The heart that felt..ever so tiny bit warmer now that an angel as beautiful as you came to claim him. For once, he didn't want to fight. The dog did not bite anymore.

You spoke, spoke again and asked questions but weren't met with any reaction or answers. Was there a point in speaking?

Moving your umbrella from protecting you to being above the injured soldier. You weren't the one who needed protection even if Nikto may not view it as such. Maybe you really were an angel and he wasn't just deluded man who had given up to his insanity. Maybe..

Maybe.

Maybe..

The rain 'stopped' . It felt..a little less cold for Nikto. The only thing he could remember before passing out for who knows which time now was..how close you were, how..warm you felt just from getting closer. If he could ever believe his eyes again, he couldn't hope for anything but you in front of him until the end. Maybe it was just the mania speaking for him.

Maybe it was just the need for love, the need to be known, felt and seen that spoke for him. Maybe.

Before he could reawake and be greeted by the heavenly kiss he didn't think of being worthy of, he felt himself being picked up by the arms. After so many years, no matter your state, a soldier must remain awake. Calling him a light sleeper would be an understatement.

"Let's go back."

He could so vaguely hear your voice. Who..were you? [Redacted], are you an angel? A good or a bad omen? Why would you help a man like that? Did nobody teach you to let the weak die?

His eyes, once again, betraying him, falling back short. He couldn't hear your voice anymore. Only the loud loud rain that sounded like gunshots, deafening his already hurting numb ears. All he could hear was...?

Breathing..soft breathing. The one of a calm person. A person..not one that lives inside of Nikto's head. But someone else. He was being saved for once. Of course, when in the battlefield, he was brought up to his feet a couple times before, patched up but..never has he been saved.

No strength in him was left to think, to fight, to respond. He was at your mercy and instead of finishing the job, you took him 'home'. If he was awake, able to speak, he would be yelling at you to finish him off. You should've killed him when you had the chance. Were you stupid or just too soft for the army? Was he disgusted or thankful? Answers for which he couldn't think right now.

All he knew for a certain was that he wasn't alone and that everyone within him had involuntarily accepted your help. For which..as much as he hates it, he'll be indebted to you. He'll be nice for a day or two, maybe a week then everything will go back to normal.

That was the plan.

Oh..but the plan.. the plan was ignored, the mission unsuccessful.

He let you help him. Again. Again..again. and never repaid you. Every time he felt like he was losing himself, he'll subconscious limp to your room, his mind going back to that rainy night. When he was saved. He wanted to be saved. He wanted to be saved more than he wanted to be alive, to be alone.

Tonight, being especially tough on him. Everyone and everything was so loud. Earlier a bomb exploded so close to him, his ears were still bleeding but he refused to get himself checked out due to panic. What if he hurt himself badly enough to never be able to hear your voice again? He surely deserves it.

He 'deserves' it. He believes he does. Yet.. he is limping to you after the mission, shaky hands on the walls, leaving bloody prints all across it without a single fuck left in the world to give.

He needs to get to you. To the one who makes it ever so slightly closer to bearable. His saviour.

Stumbling down the halls, ignoring the nasty looks he got from other soldiers and just..focusing on the ground, his feet. Left foot, right foot.. he remembers how you helped him get on his feet so many times. Was it just something you did for everyone? Of course it was. Teamwork was a main thing for everyone here..yet.. you felt gentle to him.

Too gentle for him to consciously want to get close to. But now? That ' consciousness' was no longer there. What remains was only the broken shell of what used to be a man, a walking upcoming suicide, a living Ghost.

Closer to a zombie, a corpse that moves and growls in pain, he made his way down to your office. Once again, it was in the middle of the night. He got lucky that you took a night shift, finishing some paperwork. (Some of which, was meant for Nikto to fill but without telling him, you took most of the loads of work.) That's when you heard the thumping, the stomping and dragging of feet coming up to your door and stopping abruptly.

You spun your chair around to look at the door just in time to see it being kicked out open.

There he stood, once again, a broken mess. There was nothing visible in his eyes. No life, no ideas, no thoughts. Truly, a dead man. Yet, he walked. Walked..stepped right inside your room, walking up to you.

The desk was directly in front of the door with only the chair in between. Perfect set up for him if you ask. A simple room, he quite liked it. (Which was his excuse he used to justify sleeping in the office when you did work because you made his nightmares less worse just be being there.)

The silence was deafening, only the drops of blood hitting the floor along with the heavy sounds of his dirty boots that were muddled by a carpet making a sound. You understood, he understood. Nothing else was needed before he collapsed down on his knees right in front of you. One of his arms grabbed the armrest of your chair and the other one grabbed your ankle, pulling you and the entire chair closer. He was in no means gentle. Nikto didn't even think he was capable of being gentle. Maybe you'll get a bruise on your ankle for that grip but it was completely irrelevant.

His grip lessened immediately when he saw you didn't fight. Both arms releasing what they held as he rested then on your lap instead, his head laying down on his arms. From then, he was completely motionless. He could barely breathe with the mask on and in that position but to him, being close and not alone was far more important than any stupid amounts of air.

Your hand slowly put down the pen on the desk, making sure to not spin the chair around while you were putting the pen back on it's place. No need to wake him up now.

You stayed during his worst times. You stayed during his best. You stayed.

So, he'll stay. For an hour or two, he'll cry unknowingly. Most of his disfigured face could not even feel such sensations anymore. He needed you to look at him and tell him that he is crying. The water droplets were too gentle, too insignificant to feel against his bruised up, mostly skinless face. The face you still caressed so lovingly when you decided to help him. When you were nice enough to suggest him vaseline to make his face less itchy. When you cleaned and put on his mask.. a damn privilege for which you waited literal years to get. You waited for him. You were patient and careful. You understood.

How could he not cry?

A hand softly petting his back in a calm soothing manner. Ever so slowly, you leaned down to fully embrace him in a hug while still letting him let his pent up emotions. His ears felt muffled, his legs sore from running, crawling and hiding. Arms sore from carrying all those heavy weapons around, his face..his face simply just always hurt. Something always hurt. Mentally and physically.

But now? Yes, everything still hurt but..now there was a reason for him to want to make it stop hurting. To get the help he needs. His shaking only increased as you caressed him, eyes shut tightly, his teeth clenching, jaw sore. This feeling of vulnerability was sickening to the very core but his core couldn't be more glad than it was now that he got this. That now..he wasn't alone.

You weren't an angel, a god or a therapist but you were his saviour. His angel and his god. The one god that he could pray to and not feel betrayed by. Someone who heard his cries and helped. He couldn't be more thankful. Spiteful, hateful..so many conflicting emotions. Things he couldn't deal with alone.

He felt like the luckiest person alive. He finally felt like a person.

Nikto was no longer just a nobody, a killing machine. When with you, he was someone. He was someone. Someone with a reason to be. And treated as such.

For now, this someone will enjoy your time together. Worshipping the ground you step on for as long as you allow him.

The poor rabid dog has finally been taken to a shelter. Shown love. Shown care. Even if he still bites sometimes, he still has a home.

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hvhvmoc · 2 years ago

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Love is love

Warnings : teasing, joking, fluff, couple stuff

Genre : romance

Characters included : crush/self insert, gn!reader

Writing style : short oneshot

You played music on the TV, singing along. You danced with a pillow, practically in your own little world. So much so you didn't realize your lover got home early. They walked in and leaned against the door frame, looking at you, hearts practically forming in their eyes.

After a while you noticed them and jumped in fright. You threw the pillow down and ran to the remote and turned the music off. All while they laughed at you, slowly walking to you. They hugged you which you hugged back, not saying anything. Your lover kissed your head and smiled at you. "Nice voice, pretty girl/boy," they say.

You dig your head into their chest in embarrassment. They hug you tighter, but you struggle a little bit against them "Stoop, you haven't showered!" You say trying to get away, but failing to hide your laugh. They gasp dramatically followed by "are you calling me dirty?" You both are laughing now.

They kiss your lips, smiling into the kiss. You do the same. They then kiss your forehead followed by a loud "mwah!" sound. "Now go shower I wasn't joking," you say teasingly. "Shower with me then" They reply, cocking their eyebrow a bit. "Alright, alright," you agree.

In love rn.

#fanfics #oneshot #x reader #female reader #male reader #gn reader #crush x reader #self insert x reader #crush

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burningwithdesire · 2 years ago

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my fyp knows me so well

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born2late4you · 1 year ago

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I just can't stop thinking about him.

#teacher attachment #tc community #teacher x reader #student x teacher #male teacher crush #teacher love #tc crush #teacher x student #teacher crush #male tc #male teacher x female student #tc feelings #tc blog #tcc thoughts #teacher crush community #daddy issues #oldermen #lana del rey

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iamthejinyouarethejin · 2 years ago

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“Yeah, just like that."

“You sure? I feel like I’m doing this so wrong,” you whined.

“You’re not. I promise.” He slowly guided your hands around the soon-to-be pottery, scooting in behind you.

You could feel his legs finding a comfortable position around yours, his chest lightly resting on your back. He smelled of mint and… just a hit of sweet yet musky cologne?

“This is going to be beautiful,” he chuckled. “Once we paint and get it fired, it’ll be the perfect shiny masterpiece.”

“I hope."

"It will. I promise."

"Well- If all else fails, you know what they say, 'another man's trash is another one's treasure'."

"Exactly!" he laughed. “It’s gonna be great.”

"Sure," you threw him a smug look, turning your face back to the decently forming creation before you.

He mindlessly directed the movement of your hands, cupping and expanding them in different areas, and moving them downward when the piece got a bit too wide in certain places.

"See?" He moved his head to the side.

"It is beautiful."

"That's not even the best part."

Before he stopped the spinning, he snagged a small engraving pen with his last name on it.

"This was my dad's."

"Really? He enjoyed pottery?"

"Haha- No. But I did, and his friend from his tour in Afghanistan had one made for him right before he died. He gave it to me at his funeral."

"Oh my- That's the sweetest thing."

"Here," he handed you the pen, wiping his hands on his apron. You hadn't noticed that he'd already slipped your initials on the bottom of the clay, with the cutest little heart above.

"What am I writing?"

"Anything you want," he paused. "As long as it's not too big."

"Got it." You carefully scribbled out two little people, one slightly larger than the other, beside your letters.

"Perfect," he boasted - but not about himself or his artwork.

About you.

"It looks a little lopsided."

"No no- wait 'til I turn it upside down."

"Upside down?! All this work for upside down?"

"You'll see."

"I wanna see some proof of this upside down. That's what I wanna see. Talkin' bout uPsIdE dOwN- How does that even work?"

"Just trust me. Okay? You'll like, it I promise."

You sat back between his thighs, comfortable on his chest.

"It is pretty though," you conceded. "I just don't wanna mess it up."

"You won't. I won't. We won't. How 'bout that?"

"How 'bout we? 'Cuz I like the sound of we."

He quietly laughed, admiring the view of your body against his.

"We gonna go outside?"

He slightly hesitated, taking a glance back down at the pottery.

"No," he softly replied. "Not right now."

"Hm?" you looked up at his soft face. "Are you okay?" He tilted his head down a little, in the direction of the floor.

"Yeah... uh-- It's just... I could get used to this."

"Oh," you whispered. "Well... I already have!"

#crush scenarios :)#rizz #writblr #male crush x female reader #is that rizz????#crush imagines

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peaches-and-creamm · 1 year ago

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i never see anything for a lot of the genshin women, and i recently built kuki and i have no idea how i lived without her. she is the loml

just shinobu having a fat crush on you :3!

Kuki is a VERY busy woman. She’s always running around inazuma and cleaning up after the arataki gang. She has a hard time admitting it but as much as she loves everyone in the gang, it still takes a toll on her sometimes.

So, whenever she sees you (whether in passing or purposefully), she can’t help feeling the blood rush to her face.

She; obliviously, is good at keeping her composure a lot of the time.

But sometimes. sometimes. she just can’t help but lose herself a little bit.

So whenever she stares a bit too long, somehow noticing the smallest details you’ve put into your outfit, or looking you up and down with an adoring smile on her face,

(she gets to do this pretty freely. with her mask and all. thank god for that.)

or if every so often you say something slightly sweet to her, she just falls more and more for you.

Maybe she now looks forward to the gang doing stupid things, as long as it’s somewhere she could possibly see you <3

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#genshin fluff #genshin impact #kuki shinobu #kuki x reader #shinobu x reader #fluff #x reader #crushes #arataki gang #gender neutral reader #male reader #female reader #genshin x you #genshin imagines #blurbs

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st1ckysweetz0mbii · 1 month ago

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A/N This is a real dream that I had, I was freaking TINGLING FROM EXCITEMENT and every now and then I would nearly wake up but I held on strong… I needed to know what was going to happen next lol anyways hope you enjoy!!!

Summary: you and your childhood friend come home after an exhausting work day and things start to get heated

Tags: pretty soft, a bit suggestive, groping???, lots of kisses, one french dialogue (yeah don’t ask me why)

Word count: 773

‧₊˚✧ Midnight visits ✧˚₊‧

Exhausted from work,he offered me to go back to his place, as he didn’t want me out on the streets that late. When we arrived we got straight in his room to put down our bags and both took a shower. When I came back he was sitting down on his bed and I began roaming around a bit embarrassed to be alone with him after all this time. It wasn’t the first time, when we were younger we used to stay together at his old house for games and study sessions, but that evening it was different, both adults and not so innocent anymore.

His scent was intoxicating, his curly long hair smelt like the softest of almonds, his skin pale and soft, or at least that’s what I thought as I didn’t have the chance to touch it just yet. His eyes were tender as they looked at me from half closed lashes, he smiled weakly at me. He had put on a deep blue hoodie with some sweatpants to stay comfortable.

As for me, I was wearing only some blue sport shorts with a black hoodie, and to keep the cold away and maybe catch his attention, like I wasn’t dying to have it, I put on some black thigh high socks. Maybe that’s why he was looking at me that way, and it was all I wanted.

After some time of examining the trinkets in his room I decided to be a little bolder, see where things could go, and stood right in front of him, between his legs. I was convinced that I was making him nervous but he started giggling. He knew what I was trying to do and he found it cute. Saying something to me that I couldn’t catch, too busy admiring his pearly white smile, he grabbed the back of my knees and pulled me closer so I could straddle his lap. At that point my breath hitched in my throat as I fell with my hands on his chest, nose to nose with him. He smirked.

Seeing me shy away from him he put his hands on my hips and pushed me closer to him. He proceeded to slide his hands under my hoodie, putting them around my waist and on my back to press our bodies together. Starting to rub his nose on the crook of my neck he smiled and caressed my soft skin gently, then whispering lowly in my ear « j’adore ton parfum ».

He kissed my neck so softly as I was some porcelain doll, making his way up my jaw. Gripping his neck with my little hands, I was burning, ready to combust from all his little touches, his hands leaving invisible marks that only I would feel the morning after. We managed to lock eyes, shyness eating me when we did, then I looked down at his lips, up in a little grin, it was consuming how much I wanted to just kiss him but I held back and began to return the favour kissing his neck and jaw, then I went up and kissed his two cheeks and nose, the sides of his mouth, but never his lips. It was like a silent agreement, neither of us wanted a serious relationship yet, too much of a struggle. But the passion couldn’t stop us from touching each other, we only needed a night to ourselves, to feel each other skin to skin, that’s what we always craved from the start but were too afraid to admit.

My hands gripped him as I shuddered beneath his touch.

But we didn't do anything more... I guess we weren't ready, our emotions too much for our drunk in lust hearts, fearful of loosing control. With that we got to sleep. As the morning came I went back home, still feeling his hands all over me. I had to wait another week, a week without hearing or seeing him, a week without his hands, his skin, his eyes, his lips…and when the day came, my vision started to blur, the events started to get messy, l wasn't in control anymore... and then I woke up, it was all just a dream, a dream that I'll keep with me, one that I will never tell him about when I'll see him again, I will be the only one with a beating heart full of excitement and maybe the only one with a core throbbing for him, as I stare at him joking around with me like nothing ever happened. Maybe one day we'll do that again, but not in my dreams.

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