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atinyniki · 6 months ago

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mistakes and apologies.

group: stray kids !

pairing: ex-cupid!hwang hyunjin x human f!reader

genre: angst, fluff, suggestive

warnings + additional info: reader is referred to as y/n, hyunjin is referred to as jin, jinnie, hyune, blood (ish?), reader kinda is a dumbass, intimacy, mentions of sex (no smut), ANGSTTT, taehyun is readers ex-boyfriend, harin is taehyuns girlfriend, pregnancy, mentions of cheating, new relationships and the pain thata goes along with it, hyunjin starting his life as a human being, hyun = taehyun hyunjin = hyune (its meant to sound similar so jinnie gets jelly >:)) ), crying, drinking and alcohol.

authors note: (pt. 2 of cupid's arrow) repost of an old fic but took out the smut part of this bc... it didnt seem important. there are still sexual parts in this fic !!! remember that before reading please :) this is also not proofread. english is not my first language, so please excuse any grammatical or spelling errors. happy reading :)

wc: 5892

“y/n! i’m home!”

you walk over to the door, excited to see your boyfriend after he went out for groceries. he took a lot longer than you usually would, but you guess it’s because he’s never been grocery shopping before.

the second you saw him though, you realized you were completely wrong. your heart felt like it was going to explode again.

“how do i look?”

you walk over to him, twirling a couple strands of his now black hair around your finger. you beam at him, “it looks so pretty, jinnie...”

hyunjin’s heart swells in his chest. you’ve done this so many times before. when in bed, doing his makeup, while you’re reading, you always have your hands in his hair, but you’ve never done it simply just to admire it.

the look in your eyes slowly has him shying away, averting your gaze and settling his eyes onto your shoulder instead. “thank you…”

you grab some of the bags from his hand, bringing them to the kitchen and putting some things in the fridge. “i’m sorry, i wanted to look more… you know… human i guess? the pink stood out a little.”

you walk over to him and smile, tucking some of the black wisps of hair behind his ear. “why are you apologizing jinnie? i said it looks pretty on you! i love it.”

“oh. i dunno, i just- i know how much you loved my pink hair.”

he sets down the bags onto the counter, eyeing you as you approach him. you cup his face in your hands, smiling at him.

his cheeks burn red at the proximity of your faces, and you finally give him a quick peck on his lips. “i love you hyune, you know that right? a hair color isn’t going to change how i feel about you, dummy”, you giggle.

he hasn’t gotten used to the whole relationship thing, but it’s safe to say he’s loving it so far.

“thank you, i love you too”

“i got the job!”

you jump up, walking over to hug him. “i’m glad, you deserve it. you’re really talented hyune”

though it’s happened many times, he’ll never get used to your praise. it seems like you always know what to say in the moment, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

he holds onto you tight, pulling away a little to kiss your cheek. he giggles, “thanks y/n…”

after a moment of comfortable silence, you pull away and take his hand in yours. “come eat, i made dinner”

you both sit down at the table, talking more about his new job as a dance instructor. “when do you start working?”

“monday, and i only work weekdays”

you hum in acknowledgement, taking another bite of the jjajangmyeon you made. “how long do you work? just so i know in case we have to schedule things.”

“four hours a day, i start at four”

“hmm… okay”

he continues eating, surprised he’s never had this dish before, but then again, food was different up there. you grab onto his hand, smiling at him while you wait for him to finish eating.

he finishes his bowl not too long after, only to turn and see you staring right at him. you giggle, trying not to sputter out a laugh. “is something wrong?”

you smile at him, “you have a little sauce on your face”

“what? where?”

you point to where it is, but he misses. “here, let me”

you swipe the sauce away from his lip, and look back up into his eyes. he stares back with wide eyes, inevitably getting flustered at the little action. you pull him down by his shirt to kiss him once, pulling away not long after and bringing the bowls to the sink.

he stays sat at the table in surprise, is it normal to be so flustered all the time?

“hyune? are you in- oh…”

the pale yellow glow of his wings lit up the room just enough to see what was in front of him. he quickly shuts off his phone, where he has the reference photo, and almost knocks over the canvas in the process.

“don’t look…”

you giggle, walking over him and hugging him from behind. “awh… jinnie”

you watch as his cheeks flush red, and he brings his hands up to cover his face. “shut up…”

you pry his hands off his face and kiss him on the cheek, exaggerating it with a loud ‘mwah’. you see the smile erupt on his face, and you couldn’t stop anymore. you begin peppering kisses all over his face, sitting down on his lap somewhere in between.

he finally pulls away, only to finally kiss your lips. you deepen it, running your tongue along his bottom lip, silently asking for permission. of course, it’s not like he can resist anyways.

you tug some of his hair, earning a groan from him, and your heart feels like it’s going to explode. “hyune…”, you whisper.

he doesn’t let you continue, kissing you again and standing up, holding you against him. you wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you to the bedroom, the painting long forgotten.

he climbs onto you, tugging on your shirt with his hands. you quickly throw it off, taking his off next.

“need you…”

“are you okay? do you need anything?”

“hyune, you’ve asked me that like… six times”

“oh… sorry”

you giggle at him, grabbing his arms and pulling him back down onto the bed. “come here”

hyunjin has put on a shirt already, but you’re still completely bare. you hold him close to you, giving him little kisses on his face and watching him giggle.

his eyes are fixed onto your face, practically unable to wander anywhere else when he has this gorgeous sight in front of him. “you’re so beautiful”, me mutters as he kisses your cheek.

“i love you hyune”

his eyes widen again, it seems like he hasn’t gotten used to you saying it yet. he nuzzles into your chest, looking up at you again and kissing over your collarbone. “i love you too”

he wraps his arms around you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. “you know, i look forward to this everyday.”

you giggle, “what, sex?”

he smiles, “no, just to hold you.”

you blush, “oh, i-“

“shh… just rest now. need you close to me…”

your fingers graze his wings a little, and he immediately relaxes into your hold. yeah, you can definitely get used to this.

“open it!”

“i’m scared, is a spider going to jump out of it or something?”

“what?! no! just… just open it.”

you slowly take off the lid, spotting what looks like a mini photo book inside. “what’s this?”

“my sketchbook.”

you look back up at him, “don’t you need this?”

“it’s my old one, look inside”

you hold the book, admiring the work done at the front. pretty flowers are scribbled onto the cover, and you run your fingers along the grooves. you open the book, and your jaw drops instantly.

you flip through the countless photos he’s drawn of you, even one of you on your first “date” at the cafe. you still remember how your nose bled so bad that day, and you smile to yourself.

“well, do you-“

before he can get his question out, you pull him into a soft kiss, smiling when you hear his surprised yelp.

“i love it. its beautiful, hyune…”

his heart swells in his chest again, something about these moments felt so special to him. he hopes he’ll remember these moments forever.

the honeymoon phase can only last so long, right?

you walk over to the snacks section, trying to find those chips that hyunjin really likes, but you can’t remember what they’re called. you stroll through the aisle, looking for the packaging.

you spot the light purple bag, picking it up until you hear a voice from beside you. “y/n?”

you turn your head to where you heard it come from, “hyun? hey!”

he walks over to you, it’s been a while since you’ve seen him last, only ever seeing his posts with his girlfriend. “how are you?”

he giggles at the question, but you’re not sure why. “good, i see you’ve been doing well.”

you give him a questioning look, until he begins playfully nudging your shoulder. “so thankful for my hyunnie”, he says in a mocking voice.

you quickly push him off of you, “shut up, taehyun”

“awhh, but you love him don’t you?”, he asks with pleading eyes. “yes, i do, now shut up about him.”

he giggles again, “is someone getting flustered?”

you finally turn towards him, rolling your eyes, “fine then, how’s your girlfriend hyun? don’t you love her so much?”, you giggle.

you watch as he flushes red, god you’re both in deep shit. after laughing at him for a little, he speaks up. “i actually came here to um… get a pregnancy test”

your eyes go wide, and your head shoots up to look at him. “wait… really?!”

he smiles, nodding at you. “we’ve been trying for a while”

“that’s great! you should probably get going now then, i don’t want you to worry her.”

he hums in agreement, smiling and bidding his goodbyes. you remind yourself to text him later to ask about it.

you’re glad you stayed on good terms.

“what? really?! she’s really pregnant?”

“yes!”

“oh my gosh! i’m so happy for you guys!”

“how are you and hyunjin?”

the conversation went on for hours, it’s been a long time since you’ve really talked. you missed taehyun. not as a lover of course, but as a friend. he always knew how to listen to you and help you.

you try to block out the bad memories, the rejection and heartbreak. you wished you stayed friends, maybe it would be a lot easier to talk to him without all that history.

you start making the jjajangmyeon, hyunjin’s new favorite dish, with the phone at your side. “yeah he’s really come to like my jjajangmyeon so i make it a bunch”

“ah i see, harin loves jjajangmyeon too! maybe we should plan a double date”, he giggles.

you were so lost in the conversation that you didn’t even hear him coming through the door. he hugs you from behind, almost causing you to drop the pot you were holding.

“god! you scared me…”

you pick up your phone, “sorry hyun, hyunjin just got home. i’ll talk to you later, yeah?”

“of course! enjoy the food”

“thanks, bye hyun!”

“bye byeee”

you end the call, turning around to hug hyunjin properly. “dinners ready, i made you your favorite”

he gives you a tired smile, and you both sit down at the table with your plates. “who were you talking to earlier?”

you know he wasn’t being suspicious, and it was just out of pure curiosity, but the way he said it made you giggle. “oh, that was taehyun”

he hummed in acknowledgement. “never heard of them before”, he smiled. “yeah, he’s an old friend”

“ah… i see”, he takes another bite of his food, almost deep in thought. he knows very well who taehyun is, hyunjin was your cupid after all. but it seemed to fly over your head, you thought of hyunjin as a normal person now, your lover.

“hyune? you okay?”

he looks up at you, smiling again and kissing your cheek. “just tired. missed you…”

you giggle again, hyunjin never fails to make you smile. “i missed you too hon.”

the silence felt truly comfortable with hyunjin. not too long after, you bring him to the bedroom, running a bath for him and slowly undressing him.

“thank you…”

you give him a little kiss, “don’t thank me. this should be the bare minimum.”

after a moment of silence, you wonder why he hasn’t gone in yet. “is something wrong?”

“yes.”

he quickly undresses you, and you let him of course, although you’re a little confused. you expected him to be tired, not wanting any intimacy right now.

instead of sitting on the bed, he picks you up and sets you down in the bathtub, settling in with you not long after.

“need to be close to you…”

you massage his aching limbs with the foamy bubbles, smiling and kissing his face every so often. you know he’s working hard, and you just want to take care of him for now. “sorry for being so clingy.”

“don’t apologize, i need you just as much.”

you’ve finished the movie you were watching with hyunjin, finally grabbing the new book you bought to read. hyunjin stays put in your lap, enveloping himself in your warmth.

you start to read, the room completely silence aside from your breathing. “y/n?”

you were a little startled by his voice, but answered him. “yes jinnie?”

“can you… um- read to me?”

you giggle at him, poking his nose. “of course darling.”

you continue to read the romance novel, reading most of the soft scenes. hyunjin can’t help but imagine the both of you two in the book instead of the characters.

his breathing stills, but he’s still awake. you don’t know that though. you continue to read, until you get a phone call. “hello? taehyun?”

hyunjin continues to act like hes asleep, scared that you’ll get mad if he interrupts. “hey y/n! how are you?”

“oh i’m pretty good, just reading a book right now. why what’s up?”

“well, harin wanted me to invite you over! i think she’s crazy but she really wants to meet you. says you remind her of her sister.”

you giggle, “oh yeah of course! when?”

“when are you free?”

“well, i can come over right now if that’s okay with you”

“of course! will you be bringing hyunjin?”

“no i don’t think so, he’s sleeping right now”

you both say your goodbyes, and you carefully slip off the couch, setting hyunjin’s head down into a pillow and covering him with a blanket.

you quickly get ready, leaving hyunjin a note on the table and giving him a peck on the forehead. you enter your car not long after, driving over to taehyuns.

hyunjin quickly got off the couch to check the note.

‘going to taehyuns! he wanted to see me. i’ll be back soon love, make sure to eat!’

of course, hyunjin couldn’t hear the other end of h the phone call. he didn’t really know that taehyun had a girlfriend, or that you were going more to meet her rather than see taehyun.

maybe you should’ve worded it better…

it’s been happening a lot now, you’ve been leaving the house to talk to harin and taehyun almost everyday.

of course, hyunjin didn’t want to talk to you about it though, he didn’t want to overstep any boundaries. he didn’t want to be jealous, he really did trust you but… he just couldn’t help himself.

he didn’t know how to approach you about it, so he planned on telling you when he got home. he just wanted to talk to you for a little bit, because truthfully, he just missed you.

“y/n? i’m home!”

he continues looking for you, but you’re nowhere to be found. he lets his wings out, wanting to relax for a bit. he looks for the note you’ve probably left on the counter.

picking it up, he reads it, but it’s no surprise you’re at taehyuns. at least you leave a note, right? he walks over to the kitchen. maybe it’ll be better to talk about this over dinner?

it probably would be, if his wing didn’t get stuck between the door to the pantry. “fuck-“

he tries opening the door, but only folds the part of the wing. he screams in pain, trying to get it out carefully. it doesn’t budge. tears start leaving his eyes, he can’t escape. he does the only thing he can, and grabs his phone out of his pocket.

he calls you. no answer. he calls you again. no answer. fuck it.

hyunjin: y/n i need your help.

hyunjin: it’s urgent, come home please

hyunjin: y/n please?

no. answer.

shit. what now?

he tries prying himself out, but he pulls too hard. a loud scream echos through the empty house, hyunjin falling onto the floor. the half of the wing that’s been torn off has completely disintegrated into various colors of glitter.

a pink liquid drips from the inside of his torn wing, and he quickly grabs a tissue to stop it. he waits for it all to dry, and puts away his wings.

maybe it’s better to rest for now. all of a sudden, he gets a phone call from an unknown number.

“hello?”

“hi! is this hyunjin?”

“yes it is, what can i help you with?”

“oh! im taehyun, im sure y/n has told you about me. long story short, we went clubbing for some fun and she got incredibly drunk… i don’t think she’s in proper condition to drive. is it okay if she stays over for the night?”

his heart sinks into his chest, he prays taehyun won’t take advantage of your vulnerable state right now.

“oh yeah, of course. thanks for taking care of her.”

taehyun can hear the pain in his voice. “hyunjin, are you okay? i can drop her off and pick her up later to get her car if you’re more comfortable with that?”

“oh i’m okay! sorry… just hurt myself a little earlier and im a bit tired”

“ah i see, hope you feel better soon!”

“thanks taehyun. have a good night, text me if you need me”

he couldn’t stand waiting for a goodbye from taehyun, only hanging up and opening his messages again.

he unsends all the messages he sent you, scared you’ll feel bad for not being there. it’s okay, you were just drunk right? you wouldnt ignore him.

at least he hopes so.

“hyune? i’m home!”

“hey baby”, you hear from the couch behind you.

“oh gosh! you scared me”

he lets out a giggle, but you heard a different emotion laced into the sound. “sorry, just wanted to relax here for a bit.

“is something wrong? you texted me yesterday but it said you unsent the messages.”

“oh, no nothing happened. i was just asking about if you were coming home, but taehyun called me”

“oh okay! do we have any juice?”

“yeah, i bought some for your hangover. check the fridge.”, he replied a little coldly.

your heart clenched a little, confused as to why he was acting like this. you grab the juice and pour yourself a glass.

you notice traces of glitter on the floor outside of the pantry. “hyune, why is there glitter on the floor?”

“oh, just residue from my wings.”

“oh…”

it’s quiet once again, and you walk towards the couch.

“are you okay?”, you ask a little quietly.

“just tired”

“oh… okay”

a moment of silence passes. normally it’s comfortable in eachothers presence, but this time it felt suffocating.

“i love you hyune”

he doesn’t say anything for a moment, clenching his fists to ease the pain coursing through his veins.

“i love you too”, he answers, a little slower than usual.

you sit down next to him, nuzzling into his warmth. he has every right to be mad, but he wraps his arms around you anyways. he’s still upset, but he’ll talk to you when you’re in the right mind.

that time never came. you went over to harin’s every day since then, normally coming home to see hyunjin already asleep.

this time though, you don’t expect him to be standing right at the door waiting for you.

“where were you?”

“what? you know where i was. i was at hyuns”

he didn’t mean for the next question to come out so harsh, but he couldn’t help it. “are you cheating?”

your eyes go wide, “w-what?”

“are you cheating on me with taehyun?”, he asks again sternly.

“hyunjin that’s crazy, why would you even ask that?”

“you’re really gonna say “thats crazy” instead of denying it?”

you scoff incredulously, “no, i’m not cheating on you.”

“i- i don’t know if i can believe you anymore.”

“then why would you even ask if you’re so certain?”

he goes silent. a tear leaves his eye, his entire façade cracking. your heart felt like it was going to explode… not in the good way.

“i… i wanted to trust you. i wanted to believe you- but you… i don’t know anymore.”

“fine. text me when you realize you’re wrong. i’m sleeping over at harins.”

“who’s harin?”

“taehyuns fiancé.”

his heart stops.

“what? why didn’t you say he had one?”

“because, i thought you’d trust me to begin with.”

hyunjin’s eyes go wide, but before he can say anything, you turn around and leave. his heart feels like it’s been torn into a million pieces.

was it his fault then…? no… surely not…

life felt empty without you. hyunjin didn’t even have a life before he turned human, but it felt even worse without you. the person he’s been with since birth. the person he’s been through everything with, even if you weren’t aware of it.

his life was basically ruined without you. he doesn’t know when you’re coming back. it’s been two days already. the house is cleaned, he makes your favorite foods for dinner just hoping you’ll come back, but you don’t.

he spends his time painting, but he’s painted all he can. he has no reference photos of you anymore, he’s run out.

days pass… he’s forgetting the sound of your voice. he doesn’t want to. he sends you apologetic voicemails everyday praying you’ll send one back. you don’t.

taehyun has been calling him a lot too, assuring him that you just need time. he didn’t say it, but he knows you should’ve told hyunjin about his fiance first. maybe this could have all been avoided.

hyunjin can’t help but think it’s all his fault. he let his insecurities get in the way of rational thinking. of course you would never cheat! but… was the love you had even real?

it was all because of that stupid arrow, right? what if the spark you had was finally gone? he doesn’t want to think about it.

he quickly picks up another small painting, laying in bed and holding it in his hands. he doesn’t know if it’s right, or if it’s obsessive. all he knows is that he misses you. it’s been almost two weeks.

he’s been off at work, not as great as he used to be. he’s not the same without you, and it’s eating him alive.

“hey y/n… it’s been almost two weeks now. i miss you a lot. i’m sorry for not trusting you even though ive said it so many times, im just scared you’re going to fall out of love with me. maybe you already have… im sorry i have no way to get these feelings out other than to talk to a photo. i’m sorry i ever summoned that arrow, and im sorry i tore my wing. i wish i was good enough for you, i really do, and im sorry im not. i love you, and i miss you. please, come home soon. i just want to see you again. goodnight”

it’s become a regular routine after you didn’t answer his text or voicemails at night. he couldn’t call you, he couldn’t reach you in any way, but talking to you, or something that resembles you, helped him get those feelings out.

he drifts off to sleep almost and hour and a half later, he’s been having a lot of trouble with that lately.

you walk up to the house and unlock the door, trying to be as quiet as possible in case hyunjin was sleeping.

you almost cry at the sight of him again, various paintings piled up onto the dresser on your side of the bed. you take off your clothes and change into more comfortable ones, sliding into bed and being careful not to wake him up. you don’t succeed though.

hyunjin notices you in bed, but waits till you’re asleep to say anything. he knows you need rest, and you need a lot of time too.

you fall asleep not too long after, your breathing becoming even. should he really do this right now? it’s not like he had a choice, anyways.

he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest and burying his face in your shoulder. he whispers to you, afraid you’ll be mad again if he wakes you.

“hey y/n… i missed you a lot. im so sorry for pushing you away from me. i shouldn’t have done it, and ill take the blame for what happened. i know i should’ve trusted you, and im sorry i didnt. i also really regret summoning that arrow when we met. why did you have to stab yourself with it? you know you’d be much better off without me, right?”

you feel a teardrop fall onto your neck, but you don’t dare make a noise. you need to hear all of this and plan out your apology.

“i’m glad you’re back. i was scared i’d forget your voice. ive learned how to cook just for you, and i made your favorite foods in case you came home. i made so many paintings of you. i even… i even read that book. the one you read to me that night before you went to taehyuns house for the first time. i read over the paragraphs that you read to me, trying to hear your voice say the words again. it didn’t work.”

you turn around finally, almost sobbing when you see him again. his eyes go wide, scared that he’s hurting you even more, and he backs away. “no! hyune… don’t go. tell me how you feel, please.”

he hesitates for a moment, but when you hold his hand in yours it all comes crashing down.

“i love you so much y/n, but i can’t help but think you’d be better with someone else. im trying my hardest, but i always let insecurities get in the way of us. i should’ve trusted you. i don’t know why, but i just can’t see myself with you anymore because i know you don’t deserve it. you don’t deserve someone like me. you were forced to love me. you didn’t have a choice… but now you do. now you can get over me and fall in love with someone else, now that you know what it feels like. and… i can go back to being your cupid again. is that… okay with you?”

your heart stops. “what? no! no that’s not okay with me?! how could you even ask that hyune? i… i love you… i needed time to figure out how to apologize because… hyunjin- none of this is even your fault! it’s mine. i always went out with taehyun and never invited you, and i never even mentioned his fiancé! no wonder you got jealous… and even then i- i didn’t even give you any time. i always came home when you were asleep and that… that’s not okay. that’s on me. this is my fault hyune… please don’t blame yourself.”

“i’m sorry im asking you this again, and i really don’t want you to say anything to just sugarcoat it. promise you’ll be honest?”

“i promise. whats going on hyunjin?”

“do you really love me? it’s okay if you say no! i’ll understand, i promise… it’s just because of the arrow, right? i’m sorry i-“

you cut him off with a kiss, you couldn’t stand it anymore. teardrops dripped everywhere, collecting at the bottom of your chins as you began to sit up. “no… you’ve got it all wrong. i love you hyunjin. i promise”

more tears leave his eyes, small whimpers leaving his lips too. your heart cracked at every noise he made, but you hugged him tight while straddling him, splaying a hand across his cheek to soothe him.

“i’m so sorry hyunjin… this is all my fault, really. don’t blame yourself for anything. i’m sorry you had to deal with all these thoughts alone. i should’ve been there for you.”

“it’s okay… i just need you close now. can we talk tomorrow? please?”

you nod, kissing him again and laying down with him. you held him close to you, wrapping yourself around him to provide comfort. light sobs from him filled the room. you chose not to comment on it… it would only make you more upset.

you’ll make it up to him. you know you will.

“good morning, hyune”

his eyes flutter open, tears instantly run down his face as he looks at you, taking in your features in the light again.

“woah woah woah, what’s wrong?”

“nothing… i missed you”

your heart cracking more and more, this had to have been worse than the pain of rejection.

“i’m sorry. i should have come back earlier… i just wasn’t in the right mind.”

“it’s okay, love… just stay for now.”

you pull him closer to you, burying his face in your chest. “you know… my mom asked about you. i didn’t know how to tell her what i did, but it just all poured out. she told me to come here.”

“oh…”

“coming back into the house felt like a dream. i haven’t been here in so long, but i think what scared me was the paintings.”

“what… like my ‘shrine’?”

you giggle, “no hyune, not your little ‘shrine’, the ones outside. there were paintings in our house, and i had each stroke memorized by heart. our first picnic date, and the coffee date we had… i remember everything. but when i came home… they were all replaced with paintings of just me. i thought you left…”

you could feel your sleep shirt getting wetter and wetter from his tears, but you just pull him closer. “im sorry for hurting such a pure heart like yours, hyune. you didn’t deserve it.”

“i love you.”, he mumbles.

“hm?”

“i love you, y/n.”

“i love you too.”

he leans up to kiss your cheek. you know you have to make everything up to him, but for now you just wanted to enjoy this moment with him.

it’s been a couple days since then. you’re getting settled again with him, and it’s not going too terribly. he’s been opening up about his feelings more, and you’ve been listening to the voicemails he sent you while you were away.

you walk back into his art studio, rushing to him when you see his wings out. “hyune? what happened?”

he turns to you, “hm?”

he quickly traces your eyes, realizing that you’re looking at his wings, and he immediately hides them. “take them out again… please? i want to see…”

he sighs, taking them out again. “oh baby… how did this happen?”

“it got stuck in the middle of the door hinge. i tried to get it out but it tore.”

“oh… why didn’t you call me?”

he stays silent. you think back to the day you came home, and the glitter you found on the floor near the pantry.

“shit… it was- you did call me… but i was drunk, wasn’t i?”

“don’t feel bad about it please, it wasn’t your fault. you were just drunk”

you kneel down next to him, grabbing his legs and pulling so he’s staring at you. he drops his paintbrush onto the easel. “what are you doing?”

you quickly pull his shirt off, earning a questioning look from him. “y/n, is this really the time to be-“

you cut him off when you gently touch his wing over the tear, finally reaching up to kiss it. you kiss all over the edge, earning giggles from him. “stop! it tickles”

you look at him, hugging him at his waist again, then leaning over to kiss his chest. “my mom always used to kiss my scars. i’m sorry i can’t kiss the ones ive left on your heart.”

his eyes widen, tears flowing down his cheeks, and you bring your hand up to swipe them away.

“don’t cry baby… you don’t deserve it. i’m so sorry i hurt you.”

he kicks his chair to the side, kneeling so that he’s level with you. “thank you… but that’s not your job. you know that. you’ve apologized, i forgive you.”

tears leave your eyes again, he sounds so sincere, even though you’ve broken his heart already. “i love you… im so sorry.”

“i love you too. please don’t apologize.”

you pull him into another hug, still sniffling from your tears. “i’ll be better. i promise, hyune.”

“you’re okay… calm down, my love”

“wow… hes so beautiful…”

hyunjin cradles little minjoon in his arms, watching him thrash and blubber.

“thank you, hyunjin”, harin smiles at him. taehyun is right at his side, watching hyunjin play with minjoon.

your heart swells in your chest, he looks so cute with him, you can’t wait to have one of your own.

not long after, the two of you leave, walking into your home together and discussing your little trip. “thank you for letting me meet them… you didn’t have to.”

“of course i did! they’re my best friends now, it’s kind of required”

he giggles, picking you up and setting you down on the counter. “i really do love you, y/n.”

“i know… i love you too”

he lets his wings out, a purple glow filling the room. “baby?”

he picks you up, bringing you to the bedroom. “let’s have a baby.”

“what?!”

he sighs, “fuck… seeing minjoon…”

“oh my god… because of minjoon?!”

“please?”

you pull him closer, “fine… but you’re doing all the work this time.”

“i’ll do anything for you, darling”

“hyune!”

he rushes to the bathroom, a big smile on his face. “yes?”

“i’m pregnant!”

he picks you up, spinning you around and kissing your face repeatedly.

“really? are you sure?”

“im sure! i took three to check!”

“agghhhh! i love you so much!”

“i love you too, hyune.”

he looks at you again, a lovesick look in his eyes, and he promptly sinks to his knees. he pulls your shirt up, kissing over your tummy and hugging you close.

“can’t wait to see you all swollen with my baby…”

“god hyune, you’re so whipped”

“i know i am, but only for you, dear”

you pull him back up from the ground, bringing him to the bedroom and laying down with him. “you’re so cheesy.”

“and you love me”

“so much, hyune. you don’t even know.”

“you’re the light of my life.”

you nuzzle back into his shoulder, smiling until you feel a teardrop hit your cheek. you look up at him, slightly confused.

“you’re so pretty my love…”

“why are you crying?”, you giggle. “i can’t believe you’re really mine…” you hug him tight, kissing his shoulder.

“always yours. only yours.”

#atinyniki #skz hyunjin #skz x reader #skz x y/n #hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin x y/n #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin straykids #hyunjin stray kids #hyunjin angst #hyunjin fluff #skz angst #skz imagines

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certifiedstarrr · 8 months ago

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"i'll beat her bitch ass." - c.s

femvolleyballplayer!y/n x chris

warnings: cursing, crying, intentional lowercase, no grammar used (intentional), past injury, use of y/n (sorry?)

summary: it’s the semi-finals of the biggest volleyball tournament of the year and y/n feeling great at first but 2 people who were supposed to be there didn’t show upーthen after her game she gets the worst news of her life. will it affect her gameplay for the tournament?

this is set in some random ass au that i can’t really explain😭😭

p.s sorry to people named amelia, no hate to y’all !💗

don’t like don’t read !!

find some other shit to do.

not proofread (a bitch don’t got no time for that shit)

this is my work and i do not approve of plagiarism in any way. i also do not approve of reposting my work onto other apps or anything of the idea. SSTVRNIOLOO 2024.

a/n: HEYY so this is your surprise fic ive been working onnnn ~ this could be a series but idk yet 🤷🏾‍♀️ also my laptop stopped working so i don’t have the option of typing anymore, so it’ll be on my phone or ipad. (mostly ipad though) 💔

wc: 1.1k

happy reading loviess !

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waking up feeling great, but then remembering about my volleyball game in the semi-finals, i felt nervous. i hop out my bed and start walking to my bathroom.

heading over to the bathroom to brush my teeth, wash my face and do my daily skincare.

i grab my jersey from a hanger in my closet, closing the closet door after equipping the clothing item i needed.

bringing the jersey to my head, pulling it over my head, and the jesey laying tight on my torso. the red and blue complemented each other well and suited my natural complexion.

seizing my knee pads, arm sleeves, and leg brace and shoving them into my sports bag. i anxiously fumble with the zipper; failing many times to zip it up but succeeding after attempt six.

going down my steps, i pull out my phone and go to me and chris' texts.

y/n

hey baby are you almost here?

read: 2:03pm

chris💗

yeah ill be there in 5

read: 2:04pm

y/n

alright see you soon baby💕

read: 2:05pm

i shove my phone back into my sports bag and wait for my boyfriend to pick me up.

ೃ༄

i look around in the crowd; searching for the two people who said they’d be here and wouldn’t miss it for the worldーmy parents who are fucking liars.

it was the semi-finals of the biggest college volleyball tournament of the year and i was excited.

until i saw two empty chairs waiting to filled by no one. but i saw my friends and my biggest supporterーmy boyfriend of two years: chris. he was there for every game, there to pick me up from practice; whatever i needed. i loved him more than anything.

the stadium was fullーspecifically 23,000 people. it was sold out and i see a sea of people wearing our school colors: red and blue.

everybody was here: from alumni, parents, and students. i was a tiny bit nervous because i’d never seen so many people come to watch our school play.

but after all, it was the semi-finals.

i scanned and searched the crowd and found the triplets, and my friends: lauren and angelina.

i met up with my teammates at the bench and we went over our game plan. i look over at the opposing team and see my biggest rival.

amelia. the little fucking bitch that plays foul. the snarkiest grin decorating her stupid face.

last season she almost permanently injured me over one pre-season gameーi was hospitalized for 3 fucking months and she just laughed about it and acted like she didnt know what i was talking about. that bitch could have injured me so badly that i coulda been kept in the hospital longer, or permently.

i scanned the front row and once i found him, chris doing our secret messageーblowing a kissーwhich means “you got this, i love you, and kill their asses”.

doing our team chant and reviewing our lineup. my position was spiker; specifically outside hitter. so that means i was main hitter: who got most of the sets.

meghan; my setterーwho was also one of my best friends, did our secret handshake and communicated with hand gestures that the opposing team doesn't know: which in turn gives us the opportunity to fix a plan during the game.

ೃ༄

everyone was set in their correct position and the sea of people went silent. it was so silent you could hear a pin drop. the first whistle blew and i locked in.

it’s you, the ball, and your teammates. nothing else matters right now.

the first serve of game and its already a long rally.

the perfect set comes from meghanーdirectly to me,

i spike the volleyball and the only sound heard in whole the stadium was the loud smack of my palm hitting the ball straight down to the floor on the opponent's side.

it went to amelia and she dove for it but missed.

i let out a little giggle as her face twisted into an furious one. i loved pissing her offーand each time i do, its payback for her injuring me.

ೃ༄

whilst jumping to block a deep incoming set dump, lorelai; one of our team's middle blockers, landed wrong on her ankle and broke it.

she was such a good blocker and which now she had to exit the game due to her ankle, left me in a state of disappointment.

another one of our other middle blockers, yasmine, traded spots for lorelai. she wasnt as good but still played well and got the job done.

i look over at the crowd and see the triplets and my two friends holding a banner that spelled out "let's go y/n". i cheesed at the bannerーbut still with a stupidly wide grin on my face.

ೃ༄

it was down to the final minute of the game and the crowd was on their feet.

i was serving. and hell, i was scared i was gonna mess it all up. my jump-serve was excellent, but i was in shambles when it came to the final seconds of a game; even if i wasnt playing.

throwing the ball into the air as the sea of people that gaped at my every move. running after it and jumping in the air and cocking my arm backーswinging it at the ball, hitting it far left to a weaker player on the opposing team.

scoring an ace,

"all ace !!"

my team cheered. they lost. fuck you amelia.

ೃ༄

amelia scoffed, flipping me off and walking over, slapping me over apparently "cheating". also telling me that chris didnt love me and i was just a good fuck.

and that's where i dont play.

shits about to go down.

"i'll beat her bitch-ass."

extra: guys i felt so much relief releasing your surpise fic <33

also dont play wit y/nnnnnnnn she gon beat amelia's ass

now if i wake up to an activity page of who-knows-how-many thingies its better than christmas morning ~ i have a angsty chris fic sitting in my drafts and im trying to start it but ive no motivation to start writing, and i just realized anna: (@worldlxvlys), riyah (@hoesformatt), and grace (@lacysturniolo) follow me. tysm for reading !! sorry im a giant yapper

xoxo, riri !

taglist: 🏷 @lovingmattysposts @elliesturniolo1 @elliewrites1 @sturnsbitch @luvmxtt @vanteguccir @novasturniolo03 @tyjna6 @sturnlova @sturniolo-lover1317 @patscorner

(comment here to be on my taglist !)

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #triplets #christopher sturniolo #christopher sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo fluff #chris sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo x reader #chris x reader #christopher owen sturniolo #stvrnioloo

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vividraft · 1 month ago

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just one last time ✧˖*°࿐

⇢ ˗ˏˋ gn!assistant!reader x diluc

⇢ ˗ˏˋ summary: dilucs appreciation for you faded, and when he lashes out at you for no particular reason, he immediately regrets it

⇢ ˗ˏˋ important notes: this is a repost from my old account (@/rainstops)

⇢ ˗ˏˋ a/n: i dont like my old posts (cries)

old post master list tba !

another day, another hour, another minute and another second of diluc trying to focus on his work, but no matter how long or how hard he tried, he just could not focus. that was until he heard a knock on the door to his office.

"come in", he sighed.

you entered his office, with a cup of coffee in your left hand.

"you havent left your office in a while, make sure to take breaks every once in a while, diluc", you suggested. you used to call him master diluc, but he insisted that you would just call him diluc.

"thanks [name]", diluc replied and took the coffee with graditute.

it almost seemed like you always knew exactly what he needed.

so why did it have to come to this?

again, diluc spend hours on end on his paperwork. frustrated, once again.

and again you were the one knocking on the door.

"come in", he muttered the words.

when you entered the room, you were met with a diluc who had his face burried in his hands.

"diluc, are you okay? can i help you with anything? i could-"

"no [name]", he sighed. "just tell me what you need", diluc cut you off.

"oh well i was just checking up on you, because i know you tend to overwork yourself, so i just-"

"well if its nothing then just leave", diluc cut you off a second time.

you watched his hands ball into fists.

"...okay", you did what he wished for, even if something inside you hurt, when he rejected your help so very crude. but you managed to convince yourself that it was just frustration from working so much. but then why did it hurt like this?

you were very well aware that you were just his assistant, but sometimes you dared to imagine you were more than that. those wishes and dreams were left unspoken, even after years of knowing diluc.

but it still hurt so much.

what you werent prepared for, was how many times situations like this would occur. his ways of telling you to leave him alone got more and more impolite, almost insulting at this point. all you wanted was to help, yet diluc did not understand your intentions. or maybe he didnt want to understand them. or maybe he just didnt care enough. no matter what it was, it was always the same. you offered your help, and he rejected. everyday it was like opening an old wound once again and putting salt in it.

one last try.

that was what he would get.

a knock, and another one. they sounded hesitant, but diluc paid no attention to that.

"come in", the same words used over and over again.

"you have been working in here for over seven hours now, you should take a break its not good for your health", your body flinched, when you heard diluc slam a fist on his table.

"oh my god [name]. every day you come in here saying the same things! how many times do i have to tell you that you cant-", this time you cut him off.

"that i cant do anything? is that what you were going to say? are you going to tell me to leave like every other day? diluc all i want is to help you. its not my fault that you overwork yourself so much that you ignore who actually cares about you. and yes i do care about you, i dont just do this because its my job", as you were finally letting all those words out of your system, an irritated stare was lying on your face. this was the first time in weeks, diluc has looked at you again. your eyes were no longer filled with passion. its like they were replaced with those hurt eyes. your body was tense, and although diluc finally noticed all those things, it seemed he had no words for you.

seriously?

you just told him how you felt, and he still ignored you like an irrelevant nobody.

"i really like you diluc, i really do but.."

dilucs body tensed up upon hearing those words leave your lips. his heart had a reaction to it he never felt before.

"it doesnt seem like neither your heart nor you seem to care enough to reply to me", and with that, you left with quiet steps and closed the door behind you.

diluc was in a daze, and stared at the door you closed behind you for at least another 5 minutes.

he noticed something long ago. he noticed whenever you entered a room, it seemed to light up. he noticed how whenever you saw him your eyes lit up. he noticed how whenever you ate something you liked, the corners of your mouth lifted before you could say something. and so many more things, which would take hours to list.

but most of all, he noticed how much he needed you.

and now he notices that once again.

suddenly he remembers all the times he was rude to you, whenever you asked to help him. he missed those before, but now theyre coming to him again.

he looked for you, and with every second he couldnt find you, the pit in his stomach grew quicker than he could find you.

"ah! master diluc! are you looking for [name]?", one of his maids approached him, not noticing how stressed he was.

"Yes! yes, do you know where they are?"

"well, not exactly, but they told me they were going on a walk", the maid repeated what you had told her. she also noticed your dull eyes rather quickly, so she let you go, agreeing that it would be good for you.

"Thank you!", diluc replied, as he was already hurriedly heading towards the door.

as soon as he stepped outside, he noticed how hard it would be to find you. you could be anywhere, in any direction.

then he suddenly remembers a faint interaction you both had. you remeber telling him, that whenever you didnt know where else to go, you went to starsnatch cliff. he remembers you rambling on and on about how the name fits the cliff so perfectly, because whenever you were there at night, the stars felt so close as if you could just snatch them. the red heads feet guided him right to where he suspected you could be, and he was right. there you were lying flat on your back, arms streched away from your body.

it seemed to diluc that you havent noticed his quiet steps in the grass yet, but you noticed long ago. you were never going to admit this, but you were actually hoping that he would find you.

"what do you want", you asked while sitting up, with your back still turned to him.

dilucs breaths were deep and heavy, since he went here as fast as he could.

now was the moment, when he wasnt sure what to say. just like back in his office, it seemed his heart had so much to tell you, but his words were left unspoken.

a few more seconds remained silent.

"well if its nothing then just leave", you repeated the words that left his mouth a long while ago. the probably first of the many times he rejected your help, your concern, and you.

suddenly he heard a sniffle. have you been crying? this is not what he wanted. never had he expected you to be crying because of his actions. not when he was the one who dreamed of being with you, and the one who dreamed to protect you exactly pain like this.

but still he was the one who sent those daggers into your heart.

maybe that was what he needed to say.

"i'm sorry [name], i'm really so sorry. i know that sorry probably doesnt fix anything right now, but please forgive me. i know that i shouldnt have been the way i was to you. i should have accepted your help, i know youre a great help and i shouldnt have snapped at you the way i did. i have so many things i want to say to you but i never know how or where to start. please, would you forgive me?"

...

diluc heard no reply, but instead more quiet sniffles. you on the other hand could not speak. you were afraid of your voice breaking, or maybe you were afraid of starting to cry even more. you hugged your legs.

suddenly, you felt a warm body against your back and you felt arms snake around your waist.

but most importantly, you heard a whispered "please..."

diluc tried to look at you, but you just turned your face away from him.

"don't look at me right now i look hideous", you shakily let those words escape your throat.

"no you dont, and even if you did, i'd still like that 'hideous' version of you [name]. i like every version of you. remember when you told me you liked me today? i like you more, even more than you could imagine. i love you, [name]. i know how sudden this is but everything that i know about you, and all your features, every single gesture and every single habit of yours. i adore those things more than my own life. so please. please forgive me this once. you dont have to feel the same way. i just dont want you to hate me", diluc confessed his well kept secret.

"... i dont hate you, diluc. and i never could hate you", a single tear rolled down your face, as you turned around to face diluc, who still had his arms around your waist.

diluc cupped your cheeks, and wiped away your tears with his thumbs.

"you look as beautiful as always [name]"

you laid your head against his chest and closed your eyes, his body keeping you warm.

"the stars look closer than usual today, dont you think?"

bonus

diluc noticed your quiet snores, after a while of sitting with you in his arms at starsnatch cliff.

your body shivered, and only then he noticed how cold it was getting.

"i suppose its time to go back", diluc took off his coat, and gently laid it on your body, as he picked you up in bridal style, to carry you back to his mansion.

#! vivis drafts #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin fanfic #diluc ragnvindr #genshin diluc #diluc x reader #diluc fanfic

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anantaru · 10 months ago

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You think rape is funny? Maybe once you fucking experience it you won’t. Fucking cunt.

hello. so I'll just jump right into this. tw. discourse tw. mentioning r*pe.

@saetoru made this claim about me:

saetoru, could you add proof at least? i can not remember a time where i would repost a joke like that so i'd love for you to show me proof please, this is all I'm asking.

also how was it on your dash, on your own dash and @dottores dash, when you have never followed me? + but maybe it was the for you feature that was the same for the both of you.

accusing someone without proof is not okay, again, i can not remember doing this so if you have a screenshot add it so i can remember and apologize, but i can't do anything because i don't remember saying a joke with SA in mind.

before that i just want to mention: i don't think r*pe is funny, i'm not a dark content blog either so i do not really reblog dark content things because i'm sure most of my readers don't want that + I'm just not into that as well. the only joke i was "called out" for once is when i used a "i want xyz character to smack their laptop on my face or tits" which i got from an andrew garfield interview where he read his thirst tweets out loud, at that time i just deleted it because it's alright.

dottores, your mutuals, two of them to be exact, have sent me multiple of your personal blog hate posts about me and not once, have you made one where you talked about me saying an SA joke. you have only claimed that i am a cunt and that i am a gatekeeping bitch hence why i believed this must be the reason why you would suddenly hate me despite the fact we never interacted.

now, I want to address this next, this is from @dottores post which when i got it sent to me, i would've wished she just tagged me right away and said it with her chest, more so not let saetoru talk about her experience but just handle this with me.

^ this is cat @dottores saying i got it wrong.

^ this is why i believed she meant it just like i said it, why do you go through blogs that grow really fast's notes in the first place? where do you take the right to police other blogs like that when i'm sure your blogs aren't empty of blank blogs either. it is hard to get rid of all of them but i'm sure we all try at least, we don't need you to make us feel bad or come off as belittling, if you have found out a way to get rid of every blank blog, do enlighten us please.

+ at that time of this reblog icks?? post that saetoru added, my blog was blowing up so when a moot of mine (which was also theirs at a time) saw this, they had sent it to me.

"creators that grow really fast" and nowhere has she mentioned she only went through only her own moots notes, aside from that apologies but i still find this weird, i don't think you should invest so much time in other people's blog but this is my opinion.

this is the next thing she said:

i don't know if dottores meant me there but i have never once harassed you nor sent you hate anywhere, again you cannot just accuse me of stuff like that when you have also never reached out to me. The things i claimed about you guys in your callout, i have text messages of the person (your moot) who sent it to me.

but back again, the only thing i did do was block dottores on tumblr and then later ao3 when i saw you in tags, which you made fun of me for later:

also i got this ask that time:

"who blocks on ao3?" i do, ao3 is the platform i use the most so why is it funny when i use the block button? + i just like to point something out here, "they must've clicked to read and realize it was me" you can think that if you want i don't mind, but let me ask you this: i have seen you in tags hence why i was able to block you, but how did you notice i did? you can't see me in tags so surely you didnt click on my work, so you must've searched up my user for whatever reason?

and i know this is about me because she added the "this person called me chronically online" i couldn't find the post but what she was talking about is me calling other writers who reblogged that one "ick post" with not needed things such as "when writers cant characterize a character" or "when they only write headcanons", i have plenty of screenshots of that post but since i don't want to use up all my space here, i don't see why i should show their reblogs from this.

there were plenty of people like that, which reblogged horrible things there so i called everyone under that post chronically online, not just you dottores.

yeah :) like people making fun of someone for blocking them for their own comfort. i just don't want to see you, that's all, but i have never send you hate asks nor harassed you, the only thing i did was block the blogs your own mutuals exposed to me.

^ this is after i felt bad for you after the callout.

this is coming from your own mutuals, i have never alone claimed you guys are jealous of me nor is there anything to be jealous about. i am just a blog, this here is not being popular, no one knows who i am and i do not need to pride myself in having a big blog on tumblr.com, and my readers know that. we are all the same here.

i didn't mean you here saetoru but i understand that it sounded that way, the phrasing was a little off, for that i apologise that i made you upset with this, english is not my first language, i'm french, and when it comes to this callout post i was so fed up with it that i just posted it without looking for grammar mistakes etc. + this is about one of your friends who deleted their personal the second i announced i got their user, that was something with kaeya, when they sent me a hate ask. i won't expose it here but that person was also the one who blacklisted a friend of mine for liking itto.

i think there is a lot more but i will stop it there, this could've ended differently and i'm sad that it ended this way. I wish you all the best and i mean it, i hope we all can learn from this and move on, write on tumblr for our favorite characters because it's fun and stay away from drama. If you made it this far thank you 💓 — yoru

#tw discourse #tw rape

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pvnks0ul · 1 year ago

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know how to answer (18+)

Ꮺ nerdy/shy!riri w. x bimbo-ish!reader

SYPNOSIS: riri agrees to your seemingly innocent idea of a study date, she quickly realizes that she came extremely unprepared.

⚠︎: smut under the cut!!!, no plot like at all, riri being a loser lesbian, service top!riri, bratty sub!reader, thigh riding, dirty talk, dry tribbing?¿, not proofread + short w ! amateur writing !

a/n: repost cause i was being stupid & deleted it ❤︎₊ ⊹

You're so good to me." You praise, biting down harshly on your bottom lip.

Riri can only nod too focused on the bouncing of your breasts above her, her face on fire, glasses just about to slip off the tip of her nose as she loosely holds your hips, too scared to apply any pressure. She can't believe you were doing this with– on her but it wasn't a complaint. Her little whimpers spurred you on to continue humping against her bare thigh.

This was just supposed to be a little study date, but when you waltzed over in your cute little cami top, grey sweat shorts leaving little to the imagination, all of that flies out the window.

In all honesty, it wasn't initially a ploy to get her alone, you did plan to get at least some work done but it easily slips your mind early on when you leaned over her to grab an extra piece of paper and she didnt take her big brown eyes off of you. You test the waters, bending over to pick up a pencil you'd purposely dropped on the floor, feigning annoyance as you swayed your hips a little and you could feel her four eyes beaming through the thin fabric of your shorts. When you sat back down she flinches, turning back to her worksheet in an instant and she was just horrible at pretending to be cool.

You smirked at her smitteness before kissing and pinching her cheek, then the corner of her lips, Riri lets out an audiable huff at your teasing before turning her head and she remembers your long manicured nails holding & marking her to keep her in place. She's blissfully humming into the kiss, almost out of air when you push her down onto your bed with all your might as you pecked her lips multiple times over, mumbling sweet nothings right into her mouth. Riri whimpers at them, pulling on the back of your shirt & then your thigh, tugging it up to her waist and that little pull was the most demanding she'd ever been with you; you instantly wanted more. Thrusting your hips against the skin showing under her short khakis.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you quickened your pace. Your shorts pulled to the side to allow more friction on your swollen clit— because of course you weren't wearing any panties. Riri feels so dirty for letting you rub your raw arousal all over her leg with zero hesitation. You were so wet, making her thigh all slippery for your fun and she was no better, bleeding straight through her boxers. She was sure she'd cum just from watching and right now, as far as she was concerned you could use her however you wanted and she would thank you.

But one thing Riri failed to realize was that you hated doing all the work, your hips would burn and definitely give out any minute now. "Y–you can touch me, baby." You hint as weak pants left your sore lips.

Riris eyes practically jolt out her socket from being put on the spot, she's unsure what to do or where to grab first which is just infuriating because she's sure she has thought about this times before.

You decide to help out. Grabbing the hands on your waist and leading them down to the globes of your ass. You made her hands squeeze the plush between her fingers with a hiss and you almost fall over.

"Don't you wanna help me, Riri?" You pouted, nestled to the side of her face. She nods again, loving the way your nose nudged her cheek as you sucked and pecked over the soft skin of her jaw.

Riris eyes flutter shut, grinding her hips up against nothing, she's desperate, "Wanna do everything for you." she professes before kneading at the plush skin of your ass. You continue to hump her through the twitching,, you dont want to stop, arching your back hoping for her to rub, slap, hell.. even squeeze you again.

Leaving you to be disappointed when she did neither.

"You're not acting like it." You pout even deeper while holding onto her broad shoulders, "I don– don't think you want me." you mutter dramatically, your pace slowing to a stop.

Riri practically squeaks with how fast she breaths out, hands frantically pulling on your trembling thighs, "N-no, I do, shit– Want you so bad!"

She squishes your ass in her hands, trying to move your stiff body on her own, your breathing picks up, nipping at her neck, feeling pride in herself for the little reaction.

She slides you up & directly over her mound, apologizing at your squeal but she just wanted to feel you and fuck– could she ever... The pressure of your puffy bud enducing complete pleasure for her as she grounded you over hers, your little moans every time as she used your body as if it was nothing but a toy, letting her know to keep going.

"Oh yeah! Fuck me harder, Riri!" You command full of sass, sitting on spread legs for easier access and she listens, rutting her own hips up to please you, garbling out little puffs of air because it felt too good.

Your perky tits slipping out from your bra due to her constant rocking, and Riri groans deeply, her button pulsing erratically in her pants, "So hot.." her grip tightening tenfold, the skin bruising and stinging as she drags you back and forth over her poor cunt, determined to get you both there.

"P–please, Goddamn–! m'so close, baby, please." she drags out all the vowels, begging for a release and making your hips twitch once again, "Ohhhh shit—! Shit, y/n!" her lower half spasmsing so hard that she eventually locks up, her release seeping through her thick pants and bubbling as it mixed with your own.

You cry out clawing at your bed sheets to try and escape her deadly hold but to no avail, It's too little too late ; pussy warming her had awakened your own high, "Fu– no, stay right here." Her arms lock over your lower back, weighing you further down against her.

You whine, cream dripping from your untouched yet throbbing hole and down the sides of her khakis, forced to sit in your sticky mess because you couldn't go anywhere as long as she didnt want you to.

Just give her a little bit more time.

🔖: @shurislover @s0lam33y @sapphicbarbz @prettypink-princesss

#𝓴𝓲𝔀𝓲𝓼 𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓼 ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱#riri williams x reader #ironheart x reader #dominique thorne x reader #riri williams smut #riri williams #ironheart #marvel wlw #marvel smut #x black reader #black fanfiction

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aeneaans · 1 year ago

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second chances

synopsis: after 3 years, diluc finally returns to mondstadt.

word count: 608

c/w: angst sorta… hurt/comfort

a/n: yet another repost from ao3 because i do not have the time to write anything these days… didnt expect my last post to get so many notes THANK YOU!!!! thank u for reading :3 (ps might open reqs soon. idk im working on a lot of stuff for tumblr)

It was dead silent. In a small alley in Mondstadt stood you and Diluc, standing parallel to each other as your face burned, tears sliding down your cheeks. No words have been exchanged ever since tears started welling up in your eyes. The lack of words was awkward and almost deafening, yet it didn’t matter to you. You were furious and you hadn’t even a clue as to why. The man that stood in front of you was clearly frustrated as well, but his frustration didn’t seem to be directed towards you. Rather, it was a frustration directed towards himself. Why? Why couldn't he say anything?

Biting your lips, you start, “Seriously, what…what is wrong with you?” Your voice is trembling, almost as if your words are struggling to escape. Whenever you got angry, you could never put your thoughts into words. Your only reaction to anger was to cry. To cry, and to never stop crying until you had sorted out these thoughts. Knowing you for so long, Diluc has taken note of this peculiar habit of yours. Even if he could say anything about the current situation, he would know best to not do so.

Words were practically stuck in your throat. You didn’t want to say anything to hurt him, yet you can’t help but be upset with him. That’s only natural, right? You inhale. “You leave Mondstadt for so long and—and you come back just to not be able to say anything.” Your voice is breaking in between each word. “Say something!” Your voice was hoarse, despite not having said much at all. Your attempt at a shout was more of a meek yelp. Diluc didn’t say anything, nothing at all. He just…stood there. You wipe your eyes quickly, your breath hitched, and attempt to regain your composure.

After a few minutes of absolutely nothing, you manage to regain your composure. You knew it wasn’t his fault. You knew that leaving Mondstadt wasn’t something he wanted to do. So why couldn't you forgive him?

“I hate that you left us. I hate that you left me. But I hate myself for wanting to hate you, too.” Diluc looks up at you, surprised. “I know you didn’t have a choice to leave. I couldn’t even imagine what you went through when Crepus died.” You sigh. Crepus was more of a dad to you than your actual parents were. You know how much worse Diluc had it. “So why do I feel this way?” Diluc clenched his fists. What is he going to say? Was he even going to say anything at all? You shut your eyes.

Finally, Diluc opens his mouth to say something. “I’m sorry.”

You held your breath, not knowing what to say. “…Huh?”

“You have every right to hate me.”

With this, your eyes started pouring again. Though, the tears felt much lighter this time. What is he talking about? You let out a small laugh at the stupidity of this situation. How is it that both of you feel sorry? You step closer to him, ignoring his apology. “Do you understand how much I missed you?” You look him in the eyes for the first time in three years. Three years. “I can’t bring myself to hate you, even after this. There wasn’t a day that went by where I haven’t thought of you.” You grit your teeth, clenching your fist slightly before relaxing your body. With that one statement, Diluc’s eyes widened. It’s a rare sight, really. “Promise me you wont leave me ever again. Please.”

Diluc pulls you to his chest and gives you a tight embrace. “I promise.”

#diluc ragnivindr x reader #diluc ragnvindr #diluc x reader #diluc x you #genshin diluc #genshin fanfic #genshin impact #genshin x reader #diluc angst #genshin angst

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dostoevskya · 28 days ago

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ФМД— BEAUTIFUL STRANGER, SITTING RIGHT THERE.

꩜ [ bungou stray dogs ] fyodor dostoyevsky x reader

wc: 300+

-> first person pov; fluff; sprinkle of angst (only if you squint); admiring from afar; open ending; subway crushie!fyodor; very slightly ooc

now playing... beautiful stranger by laufey.

it wasn't the first time i'd seen him on the train.

there he was again, seated by the doors and across from me, just like he always did.

the sharp, familiar scent of black tea wafted from the paper cup resting snugly against his tall, slim stature. sleek hair the colour of a starless night draped over his ears and barely touched his shoulders as he bent over a well-loved, slightly battered copy of Crime and Punishment.

i noted how he wore his favourite outfit. well, i assumed it was his favourite, because it was the attire i almost always saw him wearing. it consisted of a neatly ironed, stark white polo tucked beneath a woven violet-purple vest and smart dark slacks. he must have felt my gaze on him, because his Oxfords stopped tapping rhythmically against the train floor.

my beautiful stranger lifted his gaze from the pages of my favourite book and set his eyes -- eyes so obsidian, you'd mistake them for shadowed amethysts -- upon me. my knees felt weak and my cheeks burned, but he was kind; enigmatic eyes twinkling with something i couldn't quite put my finger on. his lips lifted ever so slightly in a gentle smile that held a bewitching charm of its own.

the train came to an unhurried halt and i recognised it as his stop. a pleasant, yet nasal, automated female voice rang out throughout the train.

"the next station is yokohama. the doors on the right side will open."

the doors slid open behind him. he threw his leather brown satchel over his shoulder, novel and tea in hand. i watched his figure manoeuvre his way through the station before ultimately vanishing into the crowd. i felt my heart break a little.

the soft doo-wop in my headphones offered some solace as i found myself relating to the lyrics, already missing my muse in the morning commute. he'd only have to remain a stranger until i saw him again.

꩜ a/n: fun fact, i wrote this for my english homework. i love love love descriptive paragraphs. also, in a way, you can also read this as a first-year geto x reader if you're a fan of purple eyed!suguru (personally, i prefer his brown eyes, but to each is their own!), though i initially wrote this with my darling dearest fedya in mind <3

꩜ taglist: @snowthatareblack, @circeee, @risakawamori (yall didnt ask for this but im tagging u anyw bc i love u)

(lmk if you want to be added!

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please do not copy, edit, or repost any of my works. plagiarism is strictly prohibited.

#🗝️. — love letters #📜. ФМД — fallen angel.#fyodor dostoyevsky #fyodor dostoevsky #bsd fyodor #bsd fyodor dostoevsky #fyodor dostoyevsky x reader #fyodor dostoevsky x reader #fyodor x you #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd #bsd x reader #bsd x you #bsd fanfic #bsd fluff #bungou stray dogs fanfiction #subway crushie!fyodor agenda wowowowowow

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yujisgirl · 11 months ago

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♥️ Blowjobs with ShiuToji!

toji x afab!reader x shiu (drabble!) au where you're in a situationship w toji and his friend shiu Warnings: -> Mentions of objectification (fuck-toy) -> Derogatory names like "whore" & "bitch" [ REPOST! because the previous one got hidden ]

Toji's favorite blowjobs will be when he cums in your mouth and you get so overwhelmed by the size and sheer quantity of it that you make bubbles with it, while trying to keep all of it in your mouth. He likes seeing that and seeing his cum drip down your face, to your chest and thighs. In his eyes, he has painted you with his cum.

Shiu, however, likes a clean finish more. He would tap his cock on your tongue a few times before finishing right in your mouth, aiming it so it doesnt spill. If it does, he'll collect it with his fingers and shove it in your throat so you can lick it clean

Toji will definitely grip your hair and push your head to deepthroat him ."Fucking take it like the whore you are" is all he says as he pushes your head deeper into his cock. He doesnt care about the mascara running down your cheeks, or the sloppy unruly sounds you make as you choke on his dick. All he cares about right now is using your mouth as his personal fucktoy.

Shiu is different , he barely ever forces you to take him. Most of the time, he's just manspreading on the couch, one hand behind the couch, one hand on his cigarette as he watches you struggle to take him. He doesn't say anything as you gasp for air and you pant on his dick. There isn't a change in his expression when you suck him either- its more like a doctor examining a patient. He wants to observe how well you take his cock, how much you actually learnt from his previous "sessions"

speaking of sessions.

You should definitely start your blowjob sessions with Shiu. He has the patience that toji lacks. If you make a mistake he'll calmly explain to you what you should do next time while praising you to the moon and back.

As the months go by, Toji takes an interest in using your mouth too.

The first time you were instructed to suck off Toji , you choked on his dick at a certain point

and to that he went "Oi shiu, Didnt you teach this whore how to not choke on dick?" He pulls away from your mouth, roughly slapping it on your cheek, spurts of pre cum falling on your cheek.

Shiu chuckled "I have patience toji, unlike someone over here". All shiu was doing was riling toji up again, and it worked. It works everytime to be fair.

Toji grabs your head and brashly pushes his dick inside - using your head as a fleshlight. "Fine" he huffs, "If this bitch doesnt know how to suck dick like a whore, I'll teach her how to"

"You and your fucking princess treatment Shiu" is all he says as he cums in your mouth, teeth gritting as he holds your head still, forcing you to take all of his cum.

He watches you swallow it and grins, clearly feeling satisfied at that gesture, "Not bad Shiu, your little princess over here knows how to be a good cum dumpster too huh"

After a session..

Toji would slap your cheek slightly and force you to look up at him. He loves the way his cum jiggles in your mouth as he slaps your cheek.

Shiu however, will caress your cheek and ask you how you're doing. He'll get you a glass of water. Hes more interested in your flushed out cheeks and little pants than anything else

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castleofclouds · 25 days ago

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𝐷𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚 𝐼𝑛 𝑍𝑜𝑚𝑏𝑖𝑒 𝐴𝑝𝑜𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑦𝑝𝑠𝑒

In 20XX a sudden virus started to break out, some people started to act violently and start eating others people brain, how do you think dreamie in this situation acted?

Caution! Fiction, Non-idol, mention of violence.

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MARK LEE.

When Mark first discover the zombie apocalypse is happening around him he is stunned he doesn't know what to do but when he found his friends get bitten and started to change he realized that the nightmares had happened.

At first mark would try to survive on his own, but he keep trying to help other people to survive together but it would be impossible to protect everyone, he would start losing one by one of his friends that he just ended up alone.

That's until he found Renjun that are quick-witted and a know how, that they could finally survive together.

With renjun joining the group he became the oldest and have a responsibility to protect him, and renjun think of him as the leader of their troops because renjun knew he couldn't survive on his own.

Mark would totally survive with his good leadership and even save some people along the way until they found a save shelter for themselves.

RENJUN HUANG.

Renjun was scared, confused and depressed when he found out what happened around him, how everybody he knew started to turn into this weird brain controlled dolls that started to eating other people's brain.

At first renjun doesn't know how to survive, heck he never even learn how to pick up a gun, or even hurts a fly, how can he shot or punch those creatures? Especially with the faces of someone he knew.

Renjun didnt trust anybody and become very distant, he never let anybody got too close to him because he is afraid that they will turn into zombie and leaving him alone.

That's until he found Mark, that he realized he didn't have to pick a gun, or had to fight the zombie, he can survive using his working brains and make plans, he thinks of Mark as the leader that will help him get through this.

Renjun would totally survive, because he had the brain and the tactic to save himself and could save someone else.

JENO LEE

Jeno are quick to catch on things, he knew the world he lived right now are changing for worse and this could be the end of mankind if he didn't act fast, so he did.

He had the talent for saving himself and other people, he knew how to hold a gun, and shot at exactly their head to stop them from the undead.

Every time he saw the faces of people he shot he got instant regret and often trying to hold back his tears, he could always see their last goodbyes before death, again.

Even though he had what it takes to survive, he still need someone to help him to watch his back, that's when he found Mark and Renjun, and decided to join the gang and survive.

Jeno would 100% survive, he had a strong will to live and would always tried his best to stay alive.

HAECHAN LEE

Haechan already predicted this once he heard about those weird viruses that start spreading like a wildfire from around the world, and he come prepared.

Haechan is smart but sly, he would try to robbed anything that he could get just to make sure he is survived, even if it means to sacrifice someone else to get him save, he would.

Haechan doesn't have the talent, but he do have the brain, he knew what kind of scenario that are going to happen and trying to outplay the world.

Haechan first encounters with Mark team, he tried to make sure he is at advantages and since he saw the team were a great package, his tickets to a safe place, he take it without much thoughts.

Haechan percentage is high when it comes to survival, he is a intelligent and flexible making him one of the first to found a way to survive than anybody else.

JAEMIN NA.

Jaemin looks calm but he actually isn't, inside his head there's so much thought that need to process when he heard the news, he couldn't believe his ears when he heard it.

Jaemin were different, he always think before he act, and that's why he kinda slow in decision making and it doesn't do him any favor.

He doesn't have what it takes to survive besides his big muscle, he needs someone to watch his back while beat the hell outta this brainless creatures.

He was saved by Jeno because one of the Zombie almost got him, when he found the team he decided to tag along in order for him to lived.

His percentage of survival, or even his survival instinct are quite low than the other but he save anyway, no one knows why, but he did managed to.

CHENLE ZHONG.

When Chenle realized the world he living are in chaos he doesn't know what to do, heck he even tried to stay calm, but reality keep pushing him over the edge.

Chenle doesn't have any talent in martial arts and it's really bothered him, he always tried to save someone else and put them before him, yet he always get betrayed in every troop he is in, that he just decided to stop helping, and more surviving.

Chenle is flexible that's for sure, consider all of the training he used to do in basketball, all of his teammates have turn into zombies, and beating them to death making him more traumatized, that he just become numbs to the pain.

One time he found Renjun that help him when he was surrounded by zombies, the first thought that came to his minds were, is this an angel? Is God finally heard his pleas? That he cried, for the first time.

Chenle have a strong will to live, even if everybody think otherwise he had a good mental, and he always make sure to save everybody that in needs.

JISUNG PARK.

Jisung predicted that something worse is happening around him, yet he doesn't know how to act, what should he do, who should he save? Himself? Or everybody around him?

Jisung often felt helpless, because in every troop he is in, he is always the one being saved, and seeing everybody around him turn into those undead always make him feels like he is the problem.

He got bitten once and think that his live are ended, but he thinks he is actually gifted, because it's been 2 months and he still didn't change like the two other, he knew that he is the cure for this mess and tried his best to lived.

When he first found Mark troops he was crying on the ground, he was helpless, he doesn't know if he should even continue to survive, but Jaemin saved him and he is okay after a long day, he finally speak again.

His survival instinct are quite low, even at the lowest poin, he cared too deeply and cried a lot, but the people around him that save him until today is what keeping him going.

Mastelist.

A/N

Get this idea while watching The Last Of Us ngl, THAT SHIT WAS FIRE!! goshh.. That must have been terrifying, how can someone even lived like that, ngl if I were in a zombie apocalypse I won't even survived, I don't have what it needs to survive on my own, probably like Jisung in this scenario? Btw this one is a different, let's just think of it as a treat, ofc I'm going to continue my other series 😞😞 just wait. Btw! Thanks for the notes lately guys, y'all have been helping me a lot lately 💋

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