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[mossangelll]

Late Night Call

pervy man x innocent reader blurb

a/n: change of pace from my usual arcane fics, i was thinking about some anime boys and well…yeah

been a while since i’ve watched some of these animes so i’m hoping my picks aren’t too ooc than they already are >.>

enjoy ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

cw: dubcon, noncon, nsfw - mdni 18+

his call comes late at night, rousing you from sleep when you hear your ringtone going off.

“o-oh, hey? what’s up?”

your voice drips like honey, so sweet and slightly rough from being woken up and he just knows you’re rubbing sleep from your watery eyes, none the wiser to what he’s doing on the other end of the line.

he tells you he’s feeling…ah, under the weather and he just needed a friend to talk to but don’t worry if you’re tired! he would absolutely hate to disturb you and he’s already lost too many friends from talking about his feelings.

needless to say, he’s got you hook, line and sinker. he won’t even be doing much of the talking.

easy prey.

his hand palms over his rock hard dick, it’s been that way since the mere idea of this popped into his head, as he listens to you chatter away about something he couldn’t care less about; he isn’t even trying to hide his breathless panting and the non-stop wetness of his dick, sloppy with precum, thrusting into his tight fist. the tip throbs an angry red as he holds back his release again and again and again just so he can continue getting off to your cute voice.

at some points, you ask him if he can hear some noises too and for a moment his heart stops and he wonders if you’ve caught him red handed.

but then he remembers that it’s just you, coddled and blissfully unaware of the sin that surrounds every aspect of life, so all he has to say is that his tv is on in the background and you’re back to talking again. perfect.

his blood is pumping red hot as his strokes grow uncoordinated and even more furious than they were before and he finds himself fighting the urge to ask you what you’re wearing. no that’s too much, too soon, so he instead chooses to bite down on his lip until the taste of iron fills his mouth. a small price to pay.

“helloooooo still there?” you call out after ten minutes of him being seemingly unresponsive, assuming he’s finally managed to fall asleep. you don’t bother to end the call, after all you know how comforting it is to sleep with your friend still on the phone after a bad day.

he imagines shoving his dick into your wet mouth mid-sentence, cock growing impossibly harder at the mental sight of your surprised face, you gagging because you’re unaccustomed to a dick his size - scratch that, any dick and all the debauched things he would teach you.

eventually he hears your gentle snores, of course you fell asleep before the main event, throwing his head back and grunting way louder than he did before knowing you definitely won’t be waking up. his chest heaves and legs shake from the orgasm that overwhelms him and he almost ends the call from the guilt rising inside of him - almost. but then he catches sight of his thick cum splattered right where your contact photo was and his cock twitches as if he didn’t just come seconds ago.

good thing you didn’t end the call; he decides he can have a little more fun with (or without) you - he still feels a bit under the weather, of course.

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tomura shigaraki, dabi, takami keigo, togata mirio, kai chisaki, l lawliet, kei tsukishima, koshi sugawara, kenma kozume, satori tendo, yuji itadori, satoru gojo, denji, chrollo, hisoka morrow, shalnark, katsuya serizawa, reigan arataka

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[abyssyby]

despite the world

— your union is a symphony of imperfection; as it begins with your sin, so it will last with his. and your song welcomes the new life you made.

ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ: hi hi! this may be the dawn of a humble pregnancy series pre-twin babies, as many have requested and i have also been very excited to write. hope u enjoy this one! ❀-urs

sylus x reader | fluff, some angst/comfort, some dating stages hehe, pregnancy announcement!, mom/wife!reader, dad/husband!sylus, & mephisto! (˶◜ᵕ◝˶)

In all your years as a hunter— protecting the city, upholding peace, being a model citizen— you’d never thought your greatest betrayal, your greatest sin against your oath, would be to fall in love with the enemy.

And marry the enemy. 

It was manageable during the early stages of dating. When “Skye” would come by the association on his big, ominous motorcycle to come pick you up. 

𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

“What are you doing here?” you hissed, palms colliding with his strong shoulders to spin him around— face away from the association windows. Before he’s seen, before he’s known. 

“Can’t a man visit his partner?” he chuckled, large hands hovering over yours on his waist as you pushed him back to his vehicle. Content already just by the warmth you emitted through his clothes. “I missed your voice.” 

You strained, shoving. “Then call!”

“Then I’d have to wait for you to pick up.” He’s pouting, you can hear it through the cockiness of his tone. Knowing that fact scared you and invigorated you all at once. You pushed, pushed, pushed. 

“Sylus, they can’t see you.” You begged as you kept him from turning to face you, the association windows, your co-hunters beyond the glass. Him, the Hunters Association’s enemy number one with a kill-on-sight order, waltzing straight towards the main entrance. 

He grinned. He decided he liked seeing you all flustered because of him. “Then hide me.” 

He found a weakness in your hold, shifted his weight there, and broke past your restraints. Before you can react— reach for his face, push him back around, anything to save him— he gently slid his hands to your cheeks. He cups your jaw as if you were paper and fire, and leans down to scorch your lips in his flames. 

“I missed you.” He murmured the secret into your kiss, and would clearly not mind proclaiming it to the world should you wish. 

You softened, relenting in his embrace. Kiss him back. “Stubborn.” 

𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

 Or when he’d send flowers to your desk.

𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

The cards held little information as to why the sender decided to gift them, but as to who… 

“How much fruit does this guy sell?” Andrew wonders, poking at the hydrangeas and sunflowers in bundles on your desk. Vases, baskets, and bouquets have made your little cubicle into a giant parade float. Your corner is single-handedly making the building smell a little sweeter. 

“Not much,” you murmur, fingers dancing over the stand-out vase of daturas closest to your monitor. A shy blush pairs with your dreamy little smile. 

Sometimes he’d appear at karaoke nights with coworkers under the guise that he’d been in the right place at the right time. There, you learned that Sylus prefers physical contact as much as it is possible. He doesn’t particularly force you into it, doesn’t keep you to his side like a magnet. But rather integrates it naturally into your system. 

He isn’t shy when it comes to mingling, proudly talking about his (very fake!) fruit business, his passion for bikes, and his night fishing. But as he speaks, his arm is curled around your waist. As you flip through the songbook, his chin rests on your shoulder, asking which song you feel like singing and if he can sing along. As you start to sing, he presses his lips to your head and hums the song with you. 

𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

But as the years progressed, the relationship grew deeper. And with the undeniable call of your souls left you gasping for each other when apart— what you have has now turned into your greatest crime of all.

And here you are, buying a pack of diapers (since apparently you can’t have just one?), a pacifier, a bonnet, and a stuffed animal to confess to your husband your most notorious crime to date—

Having children with the enemy. 

“I’m not asking here,” your nose twitches when you pout like that. Mephisto registers it into his log to improve his artificial intelligence in reading human emotions under: annoyed. But he squawks still in disapproval. 

“Please, Mephie, it’s just a little bonnet.” The white piece of yarn and lace dangles from your fingers by the ribbons. Mephisto caws and flaps his wings, a clear no. 

You grit your teeth. He files that under: desperate. “C’mon, it would be so cute—“

“What would be so cute?” 

Figures. All the luck in the world siphoned from Sylus’s fortunes and placed into you, and yet when you’re together, he cancels it out anyway, depriving you both of any.

You’re able to stuff the props back into your coat pocket just as he engulfs you into an embrace from behind. He buries his nose into your hair affectionately and melts against you. 

As per routine, he undoes his cufflinks, unlatches his watch, and rubs at his wrists in this hold. Never once leaving your warmth as if the rest of the home was submerged in the most frigid of winters. “Fighting with Mephisto again?” 

“No, just conversing.” Your hand reaches up to caress his face, cloud fingers gliding against silken skin. Distracting him from your other one that pinches the bird’s beak shut to keep it from squawking things Sylus apparently understands.

“Mm.” You feel his warm palm on your belly before he curls it around your waist. Your breathing hitsches, the props rattle in your pockets, and you begin to wonder if he— 

“You’re hungry.” He points out, feeling your stomach grumble and growl beneath his touch. “Sweetie, have you had lunch?” 

You purse your lips in reply, and to him, it’s a telltale sign that you had some kind of beverage in place of a proper meal. He sighs, planting a kiss to your cheek before unlinking himself to move into the kitchen. 

Once he disappears behind a corner, you wrestle Mephisto into the little bonnet and pacifier, begging him to hold still, to please, please comply just for a second. At one point, he gives up.

He is a perfect statue when you tie the bonnet that makes him look like a soot spot in the middle of a sunflower, and he balances the pacifier between the two pointed tips of his beak. He earns a kiss on his head before he’s sent away.

Mephisto lurks somewhere in the shadows as the gourmet instant noodles are halved and served in two ceramic bowls. Before Sylus takes his seat on the barstool beside you, you tug him close with shaky hands.

In truth, you never gave yourself the time to overthink it— took a test as soon as the suspicion arose, hid its positive conclusion, brainstormed the cutest way to tell him, and ran to the store as fast as you could. Not once thinking of anything else aside from telling him as soon as possible.

It’s natural that you’re feeling queasy. Though… It’s too soon for hormones, right?

None of the dots connect because now you’re crying, and he has the most horrified look on his face. Which is exactly the opposite of what you wanted. No, no!

“What’s wrong? Are you in pain?” he’s looking over you like you’d just returned from a mission. Eyes wide and worried, he clasps your cold hands together to heat them, tugging down at your cheeks to check beneath your waterline. 

“Sylus, you like kids, right?” you hiccup, the words running from you before your tongue is able to catch them.

You know as a fact that he is kind beneath that hostile exterior, as warm as the hearth of a fire, and as giving as an unthanked tree, bearing fruits expecting nothing in return. 

But beyond the kindness he has extended to you, you’ve never seen him handle children other than Luke and Kieran, who barely count despite their childlike whimsy they insist is ‘charisma’ or whatev—

He blinks. Confusion and concern warring clear on his face. “What?” 

“A baby? We never—talked—about—it—“ your hand goes to your chest as you push through the sharp intakes of breath that come with the sobs. Suddenly, the world is spinning, and you’re maybe tilting sidewards. His hand catches your shoulder before you topple over.

Sylus looks like he’s watching you combust. “Beloved—“

“I’m pregnant.” you choke out, unable to map your way through the script you practiced thanks to the sudden storm wracking your chest. 

Mephisto flies out warily at the cue word, clad in his little baby get-up, and rests atop your head. He ruffles his feathers proudly despite his degrading appearance. “Caw!” 

Sylus is breathless. “What?” 

Your arms hang helplessly on your sides. Sightless and senseless. You’re floating through a space of uncertainty and discomfort, but certainly not because you don’t want this with him— but because you feel the dread of bringing a life into yours. One of dangerous missions, kill-orders, wanderers, and blood. 

And then wonder if he’d even want this life with you.

He stares at your face, the anguish and fear in your glistening eyes. He notices the loose pieces of ribbon slipping out of the pockets of your cardigan, the glitter on your sleeves, the bird in a baby bonnet on your head.

His heart races to an ungodly speed, and his silence betrays his one true thought on the matter. 

“Sylus?” There is fear in your whisper when moments pass and the only sound in the room is the gentle hum of static. “Please say something.” 

The look on his face is unreadable. He’s calculating a million equations to stop the end of the world. He’s trying to decipher illusion from reality in a fever-dreamt haze. He’s holding on to the last piece of sanity he has left as it dwindles away at the sound of your voice saying those words. 

I’m pregnant. I’m pregnant. I’m pregnant. 

Your lip wobbles again. Frustration begins to build, seen in the way you tap your foot on the ground impatiently. You grit, “Sy—“

He engulfs you. Tightly, too tight. In an embrace that feels like it means more to him than just holding you. He is anchoring himself, making sure this is all real.

His one hand cradles the back of your head to his chest, his other arm wraps around your waist, firm and gentle all at once. His world is rupturing, but he welcomes it wholly, like there was no other end meant to be but this.  

You feel the wetness when he presses his face in the crook of your neck. Your heart pinches painfully. His tears trickle down to your collarbone as he silently gives you his response. 

“Yes,” he’s never sounded so raw, so honest until this moment. “Yes, I will love our children.” 

It takes moments before you both come down to earth. Tangled in each other’s arms, bathed in each other’s tears. But when you do, it is joyful and bright. 

Sylus has never smiled so widely and unabashedly in his life as he marvels at your beauty. You, who looks like you’d swallowed the sun and now emits its radiance. With your eyes of liquid starlight and your love-swollen lips. His heart, his soul, his life, his wife. 

The mother of his child. 

Never once had that realm of possibility been broached— being a father in any lifetime much less this one. The thought turns his insides into stone, his chest aches beneath the weight of a phantom spear. 

But he whispers, just as he pulls away. “You are the only one who can ever make me want this. She is from you— what else can I do?” 

Not because he dreads it, but he is helpless— built, existing only to love you. Everything you are. Everything you do. Everything of you. 

You sniffle, reaching up to hold his face, and reply, “You think she’s going to be a girl?” 

He looks at you, now— hopeful eyes shining, shaking fingers balancing the little stick that tells you your future, bashfully handing him a little dragon plush in a diaper (your failed initial announcement plan). 

He is thawed, whole, redeemed in ways he cannot begin to understand. 

He’ll do everything to deserve you, everything to deserve this family you’ve given him. He will curl his entire being around you; protect each beat from your hearts, hoard each breath drawn from your lungs. 

Despite the world, despite his fate— he will bend fortune to his will, rewrite all the stars in the sky— just to live this life. With his family. With his child.

In all his years as a monster, in this moment, he will give everything to anything for redemption. For you. That is his greatest sin of all. 

✧˚ ⋆｡ more pre-baby! (coming soon!)|| more little twins (the ones in mama's belly here) || more sylus thoughts ✧˚ ⋆｡

thank you for reading!

[aquarius-johnny]

Taste. | Jeong Jaehyun

genre: smut | wc: 7.5k | deadly sins series | m.list navi pairing: virgin! jaehyun x afab! reader warnings: virginity loss (m), oral (m & f), fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, protected & unprotected sex, piv, creampie, accidental release in mouth, begging (mainly from jaehyun), checking in, confessions, ambiguous ending, friends to lovers, positions — cowgirl/standing missionary/mating press, pet names — baby summary: your best friend, jaehyun, has asked you to do the biggest favor for him — take his virginity! you, being a good friend, agrees only for it to not go as exactly as planned… both sexually and romantically. | deadly sin: gluttony a/n: this has gone through so many revisions, it’s not even funny anymore (ᵕ—ᴗ—) and as i’m getting through the list, it’s getting harder and harder to make it not sound similar to the ones before. hopefully the theme of gluttony is noticeable because if not i’m throwing away this whole blog heheh enjoy!

As you put away the groceries you bought earlier, you hear your phone ring a familiar tone that was set by your best friend.

“Hey Jae,” you greet as you hold your phone between your ear and shoulder, unpacking the gallon of milk before shoving it into your refrigerator.

“Hey, I’m outside. Could you open your door? I don’t think your doorbell is working.” Jaehyun asks. “Tried knocking, but I don’t think you could hear me.”

“Oh! Sorry, I was listening to music.” You giggle, making your way to your front door. 

As you open it, you both bring your phone down from your ear, Jaehyun hanging up on his end. He walks in, removing his shoes before following you to your kitchen. 

“What’re you doing here?” You ask, sticking your arm in the big brown paper grocery bag to fish out the vegetables you were planning to use for dinner. 

“I wanted to ask you for a favor,” he softly lets out before he helps you unpack your groceries, knowing where you keep your canned foods and potato chips. 

“A favor you couldn’t ask over the phone?”

“It’s not really something you ask someone in general, but I thought I’d give it a try.” 

Halting your movements, you turn to face him. Taking note of his demeanor, you notice a hint of nervousness — he’s looking down at his feet, avoiding eye contact with you and he’s pulling down on the collar of his sweater as if it’s constricting his ability to breathe.

“What is it?” Your movements are slower now, anticipating his words before you commit to putting more of your groceries away. You stick your hand into the paper bag once more and take out whatever is left at the bottom.

“Here me out, okay?” He starts off. “Have sex with me.”

Taken aback, you run through a series of emotions before finally finding the words to respond to him.

“I’m sorry, excuse me?” You’re shaking your head in disbelief. “Did I hear you correctly? Have sex with you?”

“Yes.” 

“Jaehyun I need more context, please.” 

“I need you to take my virginity,” he sighs.

“I need to?” You repeat. “What are you talking about?”

Jaehyun lifts himself onto the kitchen counter next to you, nearly bracing himself to give you a long winded explanation. 

“I’m sick of being the virgin of the group,” he whines. “I hate having to lie about it when my friends ask about it. It’s genuinely embarrassing.” 

“Then don’t lie.”

“Too late,” he rolls his eyes. “Come on, you see how ruthless the guys are. I’m not putting myself through that ridicule from them.”

“Fine, alright I understand that, they can be dicks about it but you literally have a pool of women to choose from. Go to the bar or club and you’ll have a bunch of people to lose your virginity to, why are you asking me?”

“Because,” he groans. “You’re a lot kinder about my predicament than anyone else and I trust you. You won’t judge me.” 

Your heart sinks at your friend’s desperation. You see how horrible his friends can be even though you know for a fact some of them are playing up their sexual experiences, just like Jaehyun. You stay quiet, contemplating his offer. 

Your silence forces him to say something, anything, to push the idea to the side, already regretting asking for the favor. 

“If you don’t want to, I understand. It’s a lot to ask.” He speaks up, pulling you out of your thoughts. “I’ll figure it out,” he chuckles. “I shouldn’t have put you in this position, I’m sorry.”

You know he’s not trying to guilt trip you. He would never coerce you into something like this. You know your best friend well enough to understand that he’s thought a lot about what he’s asking.

“When do you wanna do it?” You question, heat running under your skin as you look at Jaehyun. 

He scrunches his eyebrows at your question. “You’re serious?” He tugs on his bottom lip before pulling on the collar of his sweater again. 

“Yes.” 

“Why?” He’s shocked — shocked that you agreed and shocked that he’s actually going to stick his dick into something that isn’t his fist. 

“Because,” you stand in front of him, placing both hands on his thighs. “You’re my best friend and I can see how much this is bothering you. If this is how I can help you, then I will. So… when do you wanna do it?”

“When are you free?”

“Does tomorrow night work for you?” 

He nods, a relieved expression painted on his face before he pulls you in for a hug.

A familiar knocking pattern is heard on your front door and you’re greeted by a painfully nervous Jaehyun. 

“Hey,” he smiles, trying his best to hide his trembling voice.

“Hey, come on in.” Stepping aside, you watch him take off his shoes and strip himself of his jacket — leaving him in a white t-shirt and his dark blue jeans. 

He rubs his hands together, clearly trying to avoid eye contact with you. “Do you,” he clears his throat. “Still want to do this? I was thinking a lot about it and if you changed your mind, we could watch a movie or go out to dinner instead.”

“Oh,” you pause, the singular syllable holding a punch of disappointment. “Did you change your mind?”

Jaehyun’s eyes widen ever so slightly. “No,” he shakes his head. “But if you did, I’m okay with that.” 

Relief washes over you. “I haven’t changed my mind,” you grin before grabbing his hand. “Come on, we can do it in my room.”

He follows without protest. 

You notice his palms are a little sweaty and he looks around your room as if he hasn’t been there millions of times before. You close the door behind him as he stands awkwardly, not knowing what to do. 

“Jaehyun,” you sigh. “Do you really want to do this?”

“Y-yeah,” he stammers. “It’s just, I want to be one hundred percent sure you’re okay with it. I thought about it last night and —”

You quickly press your lips on his, swiftly cutting his sentence midway. Your hands slowly caress the sides of his face, allowing his hands to rest on your waist. Deepening the kiss, your tongue runs along his bottom lip silently begging for access to his tongue in which he gladly parts his lips. Rolling your tongue over his, he lets out a tiny hum, letting you know he’s enjoying it before you slowly pull away. 

“Does that prove I’m really okay with this?” You giggle, hands still pressing against the sides of his face. 

He nods, eyes hungrily locked onto your lips before leaning in to give you another frantic kiss. Your fingers tangle itself in his hair and his arms wrap around you, pulling you in closer to him, arching your back in the process. 

You feel his bulge through his jeans as he continues to move his lips with yours. 

When he pulls away, he’s breathless and dizzy from the rush of emotions all at once. 

You lead him to your bed, inviting him to make himself comfortable before you take the opportunity to straddle him, feeling his erection harden under your covered heat. Resting your hands on his shoulders, you lift his chin to gently guide his eyes to meet yours. Slowly rolling your hips against him, he gasps, causing you to proudly smile.

“Can you take off your shirt?” You ask, tugging on the collar of his white tee. 

Pulling the back of his shirt over his head and in one swift move, it’s off his body and on your bedroom floor. 

“Can you take off yours?” He nervously asks, earning an endearing smile from you. 

“Why don’t you take it off for me?” You giggle, guiding his hands to the hem of your shirt. 

He gladly lifts it up and over your head with your assistance, leaving your upper body bare and exposed for him. Jaehyun tries to bite back a smile only to have his dimples betray him. 

Without a word, you guide his large hands up the sides of your waist and to your breasts knowing he won’t do it himself. 

“Can I?” He breathily asks, licking his lips before his brown eyes innocently look at you for approval.

You nod, your fingers running through his hair before your nails softly rub his fresh undercut.

Pushing your breasts together, he traces his tongue around your perky nipples before sucking them into his mouth. He flicks his tongue against your nipple, causing a tingling sensation to run through your body before peppering kisses against your supple skin.

His hands move to the sides of your neck, pulling you into another intoxicating kiss. He’s hungry for you. He needs you in every way. 

Tugging on your bottom lip before his kisses turn sloppy, he moves from your lips to the side of your neck and collarbone — clearly allowing himself to let loose. 

You feel him suck on the tender skin on the crook of your neck, ensuring to leave a remembrance of this night while wrapping his arms around your waist. You’re unable to squirm away from him and you’re forced to enjoy the warmth of his chest.

“Have you ever gotten head before?” You ask, whispering in his ear. 

He shakes his head, lips still attached to your skin. 

“Do you want me to?” 

He pulls away, looking up at you. “If y-you want,” he stutters nervously. 

“Do you want me to?” You repeat, a smile pulling from the corner of your lips. 

“Yes,” he whispers. “I want you to. Please.”

You place a sweet, soft kiss on his swollen lips before trailing kisses down his neck, chest, and abdomen. You begin to undo his pants and with his help, you pull the fabric down his thighs and legs before throwing it to the side. You position yourself between his legs and slip his erection out of his underwear, finally freeing his length from the restrictive fabric.

He’s rock solid — veins protruding against his shaft and his blushing mushroom tip leaking a trail of precum. Not to mention his impressive size. 

“It’s a shame you’ve been keeping this to yourself,” you let out, looking up at your best friend as you slowly begin to stroke his length. “It’s honestly selfish of you if you ask me.” 

Jaehyun’s cheeks bloom a red tint that spreads and paints his pale chest, embarrassed at your praise and too overwhelmed by your touch.

Your lips wrap around his tip and it’s music to your ears when you hear him let out a deep, throaty groan. Sinking further, you feel his tip hit the back of your throat only to realize you aren’t able to take all of him in. Your mind races at this revelation and excitement bubbling in the pit of your stomach. 

Jaehyun holds your hair out of your face, watching your lips wrap perfectly around his girthy member. Your hand compensates for the area of his shaft you’re unable to take into your mouth, slicking up and down, and occasionally twisting your wrist.

Jaehyun throws his head back and begins biting the bottom of his lip to hold back his whimpers. His body tenses up and his fingers rake your bedsheets under him.  

Swirling your tongue against his sensitive tip proves to be too much for him when you suddenly feel warm ropes of thick liquid shoot into your mouth without warning. 

Swallowing what’s in your mouth, you look up at your best friend who looks down at you in shock before profusely apologizing.

“Dammit,” he groans, brows furrowed. “I knew you giving me head would be too risky.” His eyes close and his fingers pinch the bridge of his nose, clearly frustrated.

Sitting on your knees next to him, you attempt to comfort him by rubbing his arm. “I don’t think sticking it in me would have been any better.” You say in an attempt to make him feel better.

“Yeah, but then at least I wouldn’t have been a virgin.” Another frustrated groan leaves him. “I’m so sorry I wasted your time.” 

You give him a sympathetic laugh as you push his hair back. “Don’t be sorry, I told you I’d help you and I will. Do you want to stay the night? We can pick up where we left off in the morning.”

“I’m seeing my parents tomorrow for lunch and the drive is pretty brutal,” he pouts. “Are you busy tomorrow night?” 

“I can clear my schedule for you,” you grin.

“No, don’t do that.” He places his hand on your thigh. “If you’re busy, we can do it another time.”

“I want to,” you reassure him. Quickly grabbing your phone off the nightstand, you text the group chat with your friends and let them know something came up and you won’t be able to make it. “And I’m officially yours tomorrow night,” you tell him with a toothy grin.

You disappear into your bathroom to grab a warm washcloth for your best friend, helping him wipe off the mess he made when you return to your previous spot.

“Do you want to grab something to eat or watch a movie?” You ask, attempting to toss the washcloth into the hamper near your bedroom door before you feel a tug on your arm, catching your attention. 

“I want you to teach me how to make you feel good,” he says, eyes locked onto yours and begging for your approval.

“W-what?” You stutter before Jaehyun’s hand wraps behind your neck, pulling you to his lips. 

“Teach me how to make you feel good,” he repeats between kisses. “I wanna make tonight worth it for you.” 

An eruption of butterflies flutters your stomach. You feel an arousal build in your core, hearing the words spill out of Jaehyun’s mouth — his voice low and smooth. You allow your body to fall into your mattress with Jaehyun falling on top of you, his lips still attached to yours. Soon enough, you feel his lips attacking your neck, swirling and sucking on your skin. 

“Show me what you can do,” you breathily let out. 

His hand palms your breast, rolling and pulling your aroused nipples between his fingers before his tongue takes over. His swollen lips trail open mouth kisses down your cleavage and to your stomach. 

You guide his hands to the waistband of your shorts before instructing him to help you take it off. 

He happily complies, throwing your shorts and underwear behind him without a second thought. 

You grip his chin and lead him up to your lips, which he gladly adheres to. Grabbing his hand, you bring his middle and ring finger to your mouth and suck on it — watching Jaehyun’s mouth slightly part at the sight of your lips wrapped around his digits. 

He slowly pumps his slender fingers into your mouth as you roll your tongue. Taking a hold of his wrist, you slowly guide his fingers down to your slit, sliding them up and down to collect your wetness before instructing him to trace circles on your bud of sensitive nerves.

“Keep doing that,” you instruct as he tilts his head towards you, allowing you to give him a kiss. You continue to guide him with your words, instructing the speed and pressure in which he gladly follows well. Soon enough you feel the tension in your stomach tighten. Your breathing shallows and your toes begin to curl from the satisfaction.

“I’m so close,” you whimper, biting down on your bottom lip. 

Jaehyun continues to rub his fingers against your clit at a steady pace, pushing you over the edge within seconds. Your whimpers are silenced with his kisses. 

He swallows your moans and he continues stroking your soaking pussy until you ride out your high with his fingers. Slowly sliding a finger into you, he pumps it a few times before sliding in another finger.

You feel a slight stretch as Jaehyun tries to soothe the uncomfortable feeling with his lips against the crook of your neck, sucking on your skin desperately. Pumping slowly inside of you, you feel yourself loosen around his digits.

“Curl your fingers,” you softly instruct him. 

Jaehyun does what you say, causing you to let out a satisfied exhale when he grazes your sweet spot. He continues to pump his fingers, harsher this time, as he curls his fingers like you taught him. His lips never straying away from the crook of your neck. He takes it upon himself to speed up his movements, the sounds of your squelching cunt bounces off your bedroom walls as the palm of his hand meets your clit when he’s knuckles deep into your pussy. He roughly moves inside of you, causing your jaw to drop as bliss washes over you.

You feel your abdomen tighten and the sounds rolling off your tongue grow louder and louder, giving Jaehyun encouragement. 

“Gonna come, baby?” He asks against your skin. 

You nod rapidly, feeling Jaehyun smirk.

He feels your cunt tighten and your walls pulse around his digits. Jaehyun pulls another intense orgasm out of you. Your jaw drops, watching his fingers disappear inside of you through lidded eyes before you take a hold of his hand to halt his movements when his palm rubs against your sensitive clit.

He brings his fingers to his lips, licking off the wetness that covered his digits — tasting your arousal. 

Your face heats up in embarrassment at the lewd sight, knowing your best friend is tasting your juices.

Jaehyun gently tucks your hair behind your ear, rubbing your heated cheek with his thumb to comfort you. 

“How many orgasms have you had in one night?” He asks, his lips softly brushing against your exposed shoulder before dragging it under your jaw.

You swallow hard. “The most was 3,” you giggle. “Why?”

He hums, trailing soft kisses from your jaw and up to your cheek. Jaehyun’s finger guides you to look at him before pressing his lips against yours.

“I wanna give you my thanks,” he lets out before repositioning himself with his knee between your thighs. “Can I eat you out?” He asks as his calloused hands rub against your waist and thighs as you’re reeling from your back to back orgasms. 

You nod your head slowly. 

Jaehyun opens up your legs before dipping between your thighs, hot breath breathing against your sex. He delves between your folds, licking strips with the tip of his tongue. When he finds your clit, you let out a loud gasp — giving him the encouragement needed to continue what he’s doing. Focusing on your sensitive bud, he kisses, flicks, and sucks on it, causing moans to slip between your lips. 

“Keep going,” you softly order. “Feels so good.”

Jaehyun slides his finger into your entrance causing you to gasp from the feeling. He slowly pumps into you, curling his fingers and showing you what he’s learned. 

You push his hair back, watching as his tongue flicks against your clit and how his mouth wraps around your clit before feeling him suck to his heart’s content.

A fire in your stomach ignites and your fingers firmly grip on his hair, hearing him let out a groan as you tug on it.

Jaehyun pushes against your thighs, widening your spread. The pads of his fingers dig into your skin and he flattens his tongue, licking a long, teasing strip between your folds before he quickly flicks the tip against your clit, keeping his movements consistent. 

“I’m gonna come,” you whimper. “Keep going please.” 

Jaehyun’s movements don’t falter and he pushes you to your orgasm, helping you ride it out. He feels you jolt under him and he chuckles against your heat at your overstimulation as he continues his movements.

“W-what’re you doing,” you stutter, trying to pull yourself up the bed only to be pulled back down with Jaehyun’s strong arms. 

“You taste too good to stop, I want more.” He murmured against you.

“You don’t have to.” You let out a squeal then a giggle when he begins to suck on your clit again. He locks his fingers together over your stomach, keeping you in place before lifting his head — your arousal glistening against his perfectly shaped lips. 

“I want to. Like I said,” he kisses your inner thigh. “I want more.” He drags his soft lips against your skin and back to your slit. 

He devours you over and over again — eating and slurping you up like a horrendously starved and thirst deprived man until you’re coming on his tongue. Your vision blurs and your mind goes dizzy.

“Jaehyun,” you loudly whimper. “I-I need a break.” Your heart thumps hard against your chest, feeling like you just finished running a marathon. 

Your best friend lifts his head between your legs, innocently looking up at you. You kick your blanket towards him, telling him to use it to wipe your juices off his lips. 

“I’ll get you some water.” He stands, puts his underwear on, then leaves your bedroom. 

Pulling yourself up and resting against your headboard, you try to steady your breathing as you shut your eyes to stop the room from spinning. You hear your fridge open and Jaehyun quickly returns with two water bottles in his hand. 

“Was it too much?” Jaehyun asks, watching you slowly flutter your eyes open to look at him. He holds out an opened water bottle for you before opening the other for himself — placing himself next to you and using your blanket to cover your nude body for you. 

“I’ll be okay,” you reassure him before taking a long sip of water, nearly finishing half of it in one go. “I just never had so many orgasms before. For a virgin, you know how to work that mouth of yours.” You giggle, placing your bottled water on the nightstand next to you. 

Jaehyun presses the opening of the bottle against his lips, pausing to smile at your compliment before he drinks. 

“Faked any of them?” He jokingly asks, securing the cap onto his bottle. “If you did, lie to me. I don’t wanna know.” He chuckles, taking your hand into his. 

“Fortunately for us,” you nudge his shoulder with yours. “All six of them were very much real.” 

“Six, huh?” His brows lift in surprise, his dimpled smile bigger than it was before. “Wanna make it a lucky seven?” 

“Shut up.” You playfully roll your eyes at his comment.

“I’m serious.”

You snap your sights onto his face, silently reading his expression. “You’re not tired? C’mon, your jaw must be in pain by now, right?” Your brows furrowed in confusion. 

Jaehyun’s hand pets the back of your head. “You’re always putting others before yourself.” He states, inches away from his lips. “It won’t kill you to be selfish for once.” He presses kisses against your neck before slowly pressing his lips down your collarbone. 

“Stop me if you don’t want me to continue,” he murmurs against your skin. 

“Keep going,” you whisper. 

Jaehyun peels your blanket away from your body and throws it to the side, making his way between your legs once again and having you open wide for him. Grabbing a hold of your waist, he roughly pulls you down until your cunt meets with his lips. 

“You’re insane, you know that?” You jokingly remark before you gasp, feeling his fingers slide between your folds again. 

He gives you a quick lick before lifting his head. “I’d say more of a glutton with a strong desire to please,” he says before flashing you a wicked smirk. 

“Deadly combination,” you smile.

“With fantastic results,” he adds. 

Without a second thought, he spreads your lips open before working his tongue over your pussy again. This time, his movements are slower and a lot more sensual than previously. He’s taking in your taste, enjoying every bit of it. His tongue explores every crevice of your sweet heat. The sounds escaping your lips adds to his experience. 

His hands find yours before lacing his fingers between your fingers — a gesture you find extremely intimate under the circumstances that got you in the situation to begin with. 

Soon enough, the familiar feeling begins to settle inside of you and you’re arching your back from pleasure. Jaehyun lets go of your hands to keep you in place as he helps you through your release. 

You’re writhing — lightheaded and floating on cloud nine when you’re overwhelmed by pure bliss. Biting down on your bottom lip, you muffle your whimpers and moans as Jaehyun’s mouth continues to suck on your swollen clit. 

“S-stop,” you mumble, your muscles going limp from pleasure. 

Jaehyun’s soft lips kiss your inner thighs once more before he lifts his head to meet your glazed eyes. 

“Are you okay?” He asks as his palms rub against your soft skin to soothe you. 

You simply nod — eyes shut and chest heaving up and down as you try to recollect yourself. 

“Want me to order your favorite meal?” He chuckles, pushing the thought of going out to a place to eat out of his mind — considering your exhaustion.

“Please,” you give him a tiny laugh. “Thank you.”

When you receive a text from Jaehyun letting you know he’s outside, you hastily make your way to your front door. You swing your door open to find your best friend holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

“What’s that?” You ask, knitting your brows in confusion.

“For you,” he smiles, extending his arm to give you the gift as he steps in. “A thank you for last night.”

You giggle, carefully holding it in your hands and excitedly making your way to fetch a vase to put them in as Jaehyun trails behind you. 

“If I remember correctly, you already said thank you last night.” You quickly cut the bottom stems of the bouquet as Jaehyun watches. “Seven times to be exact.” You smirk, looking over at a shy Jaehyun who tries, and fails, to hold back a smile. 

“Well,” he clears his throat. “Just another way of saying thank you, then.” 

As you place the vase of flowers in the middle of your dining table, you catch Jaehyun’s eyes wandering down to the hem of your oversized shirt that ends mid thigh before he meets your eyes — ears tinting as deep red, embarrassed he got caught checking out his best friend. 

“Did you bring condoms?” You question, taking one of his hands into yours.

“Yeah.” He fishes for the pack in the pocket of his jeans before handing it over to you. 

You quickly scan the box, nodding your head in approval — although you didn’t have much of a preference. “Good,” you smile before slinging your arms over his broad shoulders and pulling him to your lips. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.” 

Jaehyun wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into his pelvis. You’re already feeling his large bulge pressing against you. 

“Me too,” he whispers between kisses. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you today.” He confesses, pulling away from your lips. 

“Glad to hear,” you giggle. “Let’s make sure you lose your virginity tonight.” 

You quickly make your way to your bedroom and Jaehyun closely follows behind you with his arms wrapped around your waist. Casually tossing the box of rubbers on your nightstand, Jaehyun quickly spins you to capture your lips with his.

You frantically help Jaehyun remove his clothes while he does the same with yours, leaving both of you completely nude before you both stumble onto your bed. This time, Jaehyun invites you to straddle his lap. 

You comply, feeling his thick, warm, and veiny shaft settle against your slit. Slowly rocking your hips back and forth, Jaehyun’s pink tinted lips part and a shaky breath escapes. 

“You’re so wet,” he breathes, amazed and grinning from ear to ear. His words spill out no louder than a whisper as his eyes slowly glance up from your core to your stomach, then up your chest, before meeting your eyes. 

His tongue delves into your mouth, rolling over yours and taking your bottom lip between his teeth, giving it a soft tug before letting go — a gesture that drives you crazy. 

“Let me taste you again,” he begs, pressing desperate pecks against your cheek. “Please, I’ve been thinking about it all day.” 

You smile at his revelation, relishing his unexpected needy demeanor. “Yeah?” You tease. “Tell me how you want me.”

“Sit on my face baby,” he groans. “I wanna make you come.” Jaehyun quickly lowers his body until his mouth meets your sweet pussy. 

“Jae,” you whine, surprised at his movements. “I don’t — I haven’t sat on someone’s face before.” You confess, heat rushing to your cheeks in embarrassment.

“Don’t worry,” he breathes, his warm breath against your heat before he presses a soft and innocent kiss against your aching clit. “I’ll do all the work. Just stay like this and don’t hold back.” 

You grip your headboard, slightly hovering over his mouth as his tongue works its way around your wet folds. A giggle escapes and you feel his tongue flatten before swerving side to side against your bundle of nerves. 

Jaehyun’s arms pull you down with a grunt, forcing you to properly sit on him. His fingers press into your hips from behind you, preventing you from squirming away. He moves his mouth frantically against you, eyes peering up as you rake your fingers through his hair.

Jaehyun gropes and harshly squeezes your ass. His palms slide against your skin and to your waist, his nails dragging against your skin. He guides your hips back and forth, encouraging you to move your hips against his tongue. As he begins to suck on your clit, you feel your empty walls flutter. 

Using his tongue, you grind against it just as he instructed. You quickly inch closer and closer to your climax. The tight coil snaps suddenly and you jerk at the feeling of Jaehyun’s tongue flicking against your clit. 

Your attempt to lift yourself off him fails when Jaehyun pulls you back down to his mouth, continuing his movements on your overly sensitive clit and causing you to twitch as his tongue swipes against you. 

“Jae,” you gasp.

“Just one more, baby.” He growls, palming your thighs. “Just one more for me, please. I need it. I need you.” 

Your face grows hot and your skin prickles hearing his words — words you never expected to hear from your best friend. 

With each flick of his tongue, you’re twitching above him. Your sweet, sensitive, and overwhelmed clit aches with pleasure as Jaehyun begins to suck on it knowing you’re merely seconds away from becoming undone. 

The air thickens and your pulse quickens as a familiar feeling approaches quickly. Your body begs for a release as you hear Jaehyun slurp the wetness dripping out of you.

“I’m close,” you croak. You cry out his name and he doesn’t budge until he pulls another intense orgasm from you. 

His movements slowly come to a stop and he flutters soft kisses against your swollen clit before allowing you to finally get off him. You melt into your bed as you try to catch your breath. 

He shifts to reposition himself against the headboard. “You okay?” He questions, biting the corner of his bottom lip as he smiles. He lifts the back of his hand to wipe your wetness that’s glistening on his chin.

Lunging towards his lips, you catch him by surprise that causes him to chuckle at your actions. You take his erection into your hand, giving him a few slow pumps and allowing a pool of spit to fall onto his reddened mushroom tip before using your hand to spread it against his length.

Jaehyun reaches over to open up the new box of condoms before he rolls one on. When he does, you quickly position yourself on top of him and carefully guide his tip to your entrance. 

You slowly sink onto him, feeling his tip stretch out your cunt and mold to his impressive size. 

“Oh my god,” Jaehyun whispers, biting down on his bottom lip before his jaw drops at the feeling of you around him. His hands desperately grip onto your breasts, pushing them together and nipping your soft skin around your nipples. 

When he completely fills you up, you go still for a moment to adjust to his size. The tingling around your nipples add to the ecstasy you’re experiencing. 

When Jaehyun leaves your breasts with a pop, he quickly meets your lips with his, pulling you down and onto his chest. 

“You feel—” he stammers. “Like heaven.” His lips messily move against yours, already intoxicated with the feeling of being inside of you. His arms pin you against his chest before lifting his hips into you. 

You gasp against his lips and he lets out a trembling exhale. 

“Sorry,” he gulps. “Was that too much?” 

You shake your head. “I’m ready,” you whisper. “I’ll take whatever you give me.” 

And with your permission, he finally lets loose. He frantically drives himself into you, holding onto your body and keeping you in place when you jerk forward with every thrust. The room fills with your whimpers, his grunts, and the sounds of skin slapping against each other. 

You’re intoxicated. Desperate for more — for him.

In one quick motion, you’re now under him — trapped between his body and the mattress. His eyes soften at the sight of you before he peppering soft, gentle kisses against your cheek. 

“Are you okay?” He checks in, breathlessly.

“Yeah,” you swallow. “Don’t stop, I want you to feel good.”

Jaehyun chuckles. “You feel amazing,” he softly praises as he gently sweeps his lips against your cheek before ghosting above your lips. “You’re absolutely perfect.” Each word is punctuated by a deep thrust of his hips. 

Your fingers comb through his hair before finally pulling him down to your lips. The way he passionately kisses you contrasts heavily with how his hips selfishly splits you open but somehow both move as if it knows this is their last time with you. 

Heat spreads under your skin and the familiar pleasure building in the pit of your stomach causes the ache between your thighs to heighten. 

“I’m gonna come,” you frantically warn. 

“Me too,” Jaehyun mumbles. 

When your orgasm washes over you, you fall apart — your shattered breath is heard as you tremble from the pleasure. You cling onto your best friend as if you’re stopping him from leaving you.

His grip tights around you and his hips begin to falter when he bucks into you. When he freezes, he allows his release to fill the tip of his latex protection. 

He collapses onto your body, chest heaving up and down. Your fingers gently scratch the back of his head, his eyes slowly closing and focusing on the comfort you’re radiating. You both lay there for a moment, basking in each other’s presence.

That is until his phone rings and catches both of your attention, pulling you out of the moment and shoving you back into reality. He quickly pulls out of you to retrieve his phone from the pocket of his jeans. 

“Hey,” he greets the caller. You watch Jaehyun throw away the used condom before getting dressed as you lounge on your bed with an unreadable expression on your face. “Y-yeah, uh, I’ll be there. Just give me like 30 minutes.” It’s clear he’s still reeling from his orgasm and you assume the caller notices too. “My breathing?” He turns to look at you. “Oh, I just got done with an intense workout.”

You give him a thumbs up, playfully approving the lie he just told one of his friends. 

“I’m leaving now, I’ll see you guys soon.” Jaehyun informs the caller before hanging up.

“No pillow talk?” You giggle. “That’s brutal.” 

“Didn’t think you’d be the cuddling type,” he softly laughs. “I’m sorry, I forgot I promised the guys I would go with them to this—”

“It’s alright,” you lie. “I’ll walk you out.” You throw on the old worn out t-shirt on the floor before leading Jaehyun to your front door. 

“Thanks,” Jaehyun pauses. “You’re a really great friend for helping me with this. I owe you one.”

“Yeah,” you softly chuckle. The stinging in your chest heightens. “You were desperate, it’s the least I could do.” You playfully and awkwardly nudge him in the arm.

He slowly nods. “Have a good night.” Jaehyun lifts his hand to the back of his neck. For a second, he’s unsure if he should give you a hug or a kiss. 

“You too. Have fun tonight,” you force a smile before opening the door and ultimately making up Jaehyun’s mind. “Drive safely.”

Jaehyun gives you a nod before walking out. The door slowly shuts and you lean against it, exhaling the breath you didn’t know you were holding. 

You lay in bed and stare at the ceiling. Your mind replays the night and you mentally scold yourself for your naive thoughts that there was something more. 

When Jaehyun makes it to his destination, he sits in his car in silence — hands gripped tightly around his steering wheel and his jaw clenched, already regretting leaving you the way he did and missing you more than he should.

It’s been a week since you’ve heard from Jaehyun. Your heart aches at the thought of your friendship changing, but you convince yourself to give him some time — hoping things will fall back into normalcy.

Cuddling into yourself on your living room sofa, your eyes mindlessly stare at your television screen as your childhood comfort show plays and you pull your blanket over your body. 

A low rumble of thunder echoed through the vast sky as the dark, charcoal clouds continued to roll in. Rain accompanies the dreary evening and continues to hammer against your glass window. 

You’re caught off guard when you hear your doorbell ring — mind wondering who would be idiotic enough to be out as a storm brews above the city. 

Squinting an eye to peer through the peephole, your front door  hastily flies open at the sight of a drenched Jaehyun standing outside. His dark shirt clings onto his body for dear life as the tips of his hair drip water onto the ground beneath him. His eyes slowly lift to meet yours — glassy, bloodshot, and flooding with regret. 

Without a word, you harshly pull him into your apartment, worried about the cold he’ll catch being drenched in rain. 

“Wait here, I’ll grab you a towel.” You turn on your heel only to feel an ice cold touch on your forearm. 

“Wait,” he whispers.

“Jae, you’re gonna get sick.” You pull your arm from his grasp before making your way to your linen closet to grab a bunch of towels to help wipe him down. 

When you return, you quickly instruct him to remove his soaking clothes, assuring you’ll give it a wash. When he doesn’t comply, you open your mouth to say something only for him to swiftly press his lips against yours.

The taste of alcohol still lingers on his lips and it trembles against yours — almost unsure if he should be doing this; if he was allowed to kiss you again. 

He pulls away just a bit, enough for your lips to chase after his. “You’re always just out of reach,” he lets out. “I want to stop chasing. I want to have you.” 

Crashing his lips into yours, his urgency ripples through his body and into you. You quickly lift the hem of his soaked t-shirt up his body and over his head as a plop is heard when you let it fall against the floor beneath you. 

He does the same with yours, leaving you in your underwear, before pressing your back against the nearest wall, caging your body with his. He trembles — maybe from the cold, maybe from your touch, but his movements don’t stop when he begins to undo the button of his jeans. The fabric bunches around his feet before he kicks them to the side.

“Please tell me this is okay,” he begs. “That what I feel for you is okay.” 

You nod frantically. “It’s okay.” You softly speak against his lips. “I want you, too.”

A shattered breath parted his lips. “Say it again,” he gulps. “Say you want me. I need to hear it.”

“I want you,” you chant as if it’s a ritual to keep him with you, even if it's for a moment. 

He presses his body against yours. Shockwaves jolt through your body and a gasp escapes as his cold skin greedily and desperately swallows some of the warmth you radiate. 

Hooking an arm behind your knee, he holds it up as the tip of his cock probes your covered entrance. You pull the fabric to the side and guide it to the base of your hole. With your silent permission, Jaehyun slowly pushes his hips up and into you — slowly filling you up until he isn’t able to anymore. 

“I can’t stop thinking about the way you feel,” he breathes. “Under me. Against me. Around me.” Each statement punctuated by a sharp and harsh thrust. 

You’re nothing but a mess. Your nails claw at Jaehyun’s pale and damp chest, leaving red streaks behind before cupping the sides of his neck as each thrust completely ruins you. 

Jaehyun presses his forehead against yours, shutting his eyes as his unforgiving movements continue to jerk you up, causing you to stand on your tiptoes.

“Look at me Jae,” you whisper. “Look at me while you break me open.” 

Jaehyun sharply inhales at your words. “D-don’t say that,” he dryly chuckles. “I can’t think straight if you—” his voice hitches, but his brown eyes lock onto yours, softening at the sight of you — as if he’s been waiting a lifetime to finally be this close to you again.

“You’re so beautiful,” Jaehyun mumbles under his breath before he pushes you further into the wall and pressing the tips of his fingers against the solid foundation behind you. His free hand finds your clit, tracing circles against your aching ball of nerves. 

A fire ignites in the pit of your stomach and heat pools in your lower back. Your thighs tremble as you tighten your grasp around Jaehyun already knowing your knees are going to buck. You chase your climax, moaning and whimpering against Jaehyun’s soft, pink tinted lips. 

You choke out an abrupt warning before your orgasm hits you like a freight train. You sob and whimper into Jaehyun’s shoulder, gripping his wrist to stop his movements before moving your lips in sync with his. 

His hands guide you back to your living room sofa. Your back presses against the cushions and Jaehyun pushes your knees to your chest, folding your body in half as his cock pushes into you once more. 

Each thrust of his is deep, frantic, and ruthless with feral grunts accompanying his intent. He uses your body to chase his climax and by his sloppy thrusts, you tell he’s close. 

“Jae—” you call out. 

“I-I’ll pull out,” he grunts. “Just — just a bit more.” 

“D-don’t. Don’t pull out.”

His eyes slightly widen, mind clearly racing from your words. “Fuck, no don’t say that,” he growls. “No going back if we do that.”

“I mean it,” you swallow. “I want to be who you lose control for. I want all of you.” 

A tiny whimper leaves his lips before he agrees. He plunges himself into you, over and over again. He’s so deep your mind goes blank — unaware of where you end and where he begins. 

His warm, velvety ropes release inside of you and he bites back a groan as he empties himself. The grip he has on you slowly loosens when he pulls himself out of you. 

“Are you okay?” He softly questions, gently moving a strand of hair away from your eye.

“I’m fine,” you nod. “Are you okay? You must still be cold.”

“I’ll be okay,” he shyly smiles. “Sorry, I should’ve called before coming over.” He takes a seat next to you, sinking into the sofa.

You gently shush him. “You’re shivering. Let’s shower first and we can talk about it afterwards.” 

“I need to say it now before I lose the confidence to say it.” He swallows hard, shaking his head. “I’m sorry I left you last week. I wanted to stay, I wanted to be with you and the second I left, I knew I made a huge mistake. I couldn’t stop thinking about you and I started missing you more than I usually do.”

You place your warm blanket over him, keeping him covered for the time being before lifting your hand to run your fingers through his wet hair. “You’re here now,” you stroke his cheek with your thumb. “That’s all that matters.” 

“Maybe it was my fault for asking you to take my virginity knowing my feelings for you,” he sighs. “I just wasn’t expecting to feel these intense emotions after burying them for so long.”

You gently hold his hand in yours, swiping your thumb against his skin. “Stay the night,” you quietly offer. “Let’s talk about where we can go from here.”

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The softness they need - lads x reader

Just a couple of little ideas that were floating around in my head for the last week. Its been so long since I've actually put anything I've written online. Like...over a decade. So please be nice (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) Zayne x f!reader & Sylus x f!reader - mostly fluff, some suggestive tones too. No beta because life is short and the world is falling apart. We got no TIME for triple checking.

The those around the great Dr Zayne Li, everything about him was sharp.

The chill of his Evol, the steep slope of his cheekbones and his strong jaw line. The focus he gave to his craft and the genius of his mind that propelled him to his position at the hospital today.

So many people assumed that his edges rarely softened. Even his bedside manner, whilst pleasant, was always calm and precise.

But the world had a way of maintaining balance and for Zayne, you were his.

Where he was logical, you led with heart.

Where he was cautious, you followed your gut.

You were the sun, rising over frosted ground to melt his ice away.

Busy days at the hospital, the ones where all of his careful planning was pointless in the face of the world’s chaos, the days where he did everything right but things still went wrong, the days where…he didn’t win…they were always ended with softness and love.

He knew that no matter how awful things could be, when he returned home you would be waiting. Usually in his bed, all warmth and smooth skin, sleepy and docile as you fought sleep just for him. So you could ask him how his day was and soothe any frustration or cheer any successes.

On the rare occasion that his day ended at a semi-sociable hour, he would instead find you in the kitchen preparing food for you both. Wearing one of his t-shirts, you would sway and sing softly to the music playing as pans sizzled and water boiled. It was so domestic it always made his heart melt. Those after-work meals would always be his favourite. He would take a home cooked meal in casual clothes late at night with you over fancy restaurants any day. And always after those home cooked meals were shared showers that consisted of breathy moans and decadent and greedy touches.

When he had days of reprieve from work, though they were few, your exuberance for life led him away from his home where he would no doubt pour over medical reports and texts despite being off the clock, and instead out into the world to be something other than the decorated surgeon. Whether visiting your favourite arcade to try to take home whatever new plushie was in your favourite crane machine, stopping for sweet treats at his favourite cafe, or occasionally attending whatever fair or event Linkon had to offer, your hand was always in his. Comforting and warm.

You led him through the world when needed and he was content to follow you wherever. To the ends of the earth if required. As long as he could forever stay orbiting your sun.

Where the world treated Sylus with fearful respect, like a weapon ready to fire at any moment, your approach was so far away from that, it had taken Sylus time to get used to it. You treated him with such soft care, with gentle touches and reverent gazes, as if he were the most precious gemstone or work of art.

On the days where he came home dirtied by blood and dust, you would think wash the grime away with such tenderness that it felt as if the sins of his work were rinsed away too. When his energy was depleted and his Evol delayed in healing all of his wounds, you would bandage him up without comment, placing a kiss on every bruise.

When the twins were being too much, you would effortlessly distract them for him so he could get some work done. When Mephisto needed a tune up, you would dutifully set out all of his tools and watch with childlike fascination. He had asked once why you enjoyed watching him perform such a mundane task.

“I enjoy any time spent with you, Sylus.”

Your eyes had been so honest and wide, your words plain as if he were the fool to not understand.

And even in the more explicit moments of your relationship, every action was underlined by your quiet devotion.

Where his subordinates submitted to him from a place of fear or debt, your submission was from total trust and love.

When you let him lead your relationship, let him dote on you, make the decisions, take charge when necessary. And also in the private moments; when you were on your knees for him looking so pretty and obliging, when you would lie back with hazy eyes and flushed cheeks to let him take what he needed. The submission you yielded every day was given freely because you wanted to. Because it was another way to take care of him.

You were his good girl. His sweet little kitten. The sugar his coffee-bitter world needed and he couldn’t imagine life without your sweetness.

[kaitoshimizu]

Hello everyone!! I hope you're all doing well!

For the past few days, I've had an idea for a new drawing of Mychael to post here, but I haven’t been able to even sketch it out yet due to a lack of free time, haha. So, to share a bit more of my art with you, today I’ll be posting 3 drawings of Mychael with three different and amazing people!

The first drawing was a birthday gift for @hojalattta .

I actually remember sketching it inside the car that day because we were traveling pretty far away for vacation, haha. I think it was around 11 or 12 at night when I managed to finish and send the drawing just in time! From the reaction I got through chat, I think she really loved it! (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡ 🩵

Date: January 29th

The second drawing was for an art trade with the incredible and super friendly artist, @carlnotfound !

Oh my gosh, I was so nervous and embarrassed to ask them, haha, but it was totally worth it!

They asked for a drawing of themselves and Mychael sitting together in front of a fireplace, with their head resting on Mychael’s shoulder, wrapped together in a blanket—and I accepted the challenge!

After about three days, I finished the piece!

They absolutely loved it, and honestly, it made me so happy that such an amazing artist I admire so much enjoyed something I created. ( ´；ω；` )

(Just a little note: I’m still very insecure about coloring, so I might end up posting more black-and-white sketches until I gain more confidence!)

Date: April 6th

And the third drawing is dedicated to @yamimushroom !!

Someone who’s without a doubt one of the kindest people I’ve met.

One day, while we were talking, she mentioned she had an OC—and since I absolutely love giving gifts, I immediately said, “...Could you send me your OC? I'd love to draw them for you!” And so she did!

I got straight to work on the sketch and the next day, I finished it and gave it to her with so much excitement and hope that she’d like it—and she did!! She truly cherishes it with all her heart (╥﹏╥)♡ ❤️‍🩹

Date: April 18th

Wow... it’s amazing to see how much my style has changed over just a few months! Haha.

I really hope to keep improving my art little by little—and who knows, maybe I’ll go even further than I imagine!

As a little extra, I just want to thank everyone from the bottom of my heart for the incredible support you gave my very first post (the birthday drawing for Cheea).

It’s honestly overwhelming how much love it received in such a short time.

I appreciate you all so, so much. (T﹏T) ♡

As soon as I have more time, I’ll definitely upload that new Mychael drawing I mentioned earlier!

As I always say, it might not be the best thing you’ll ever see, but I hope it can still bring a little bit of joy, haha.

Thank you so much for reading, take care, and I hope you have a wonderful day, evening, and/or night!! (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ ✨♡

Hola a todooos!! Espero se encuentren bien! Desde hace unos días he tenido en mente un dibujo de Mychael para subir aquí pero por falta de tiempo libre no he podido ni hacer el boceto jejeje, así que para que conozcan un poco más de mi arte, aquí dejaré 3 dibujos de Mychael con 3 diferentes e increíbles personitas!

El primer dibujo fue un regalo de cumpleaños para @hojalattta , me acuerdo que incluso llegué a dibujar en el auto al justamente ese día tener que viajar desde uff, lejos! Eran vacaciones jsjsjs, recuerdo que eran aprox las 11-12 de la noche y le envié justo a tiempo su regalo que por su reacción por chat, creo que le agradó muchísimo! (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡ 🩵

29 de Enero

El segundo dibujo lo hice para un Art trade con el increíble y muy amigable artista, @carlnotfound !! Dios, me dió tanto nervios y vergüenza pedirselo jsjsjs, pero sin dudas valió totalmente la pena hacerlo! El me había pedido un dibujo de él y Mychael sentados frente a una chimenea estando él con la cabeza inclinada hacia el hombro a Mychael envueltos ambos en una manta y yo acepté el reto! A lo cual en unos...3 días logré terminar el dibujo! Le encantó sin duda y me siento feliz de que un artista tan increíble que admiro tanto le haya gustado algo mío *Sniff Sniff* ( ´；ω；` )

(Quiero aclarar que para colorear he sido un asco, así que quizás suba más dibujos sin color por efectivamente sentirme insegura al pintar!)

6 de Abril

Y como tercer dibujo es en honor para @yamimushroom !! Personita que sin duda es una de las mejores que he conocido. Un día estábamos ella y yo hablando con calma y me menciono que tenía un oc, a lo cual yo, amante de dar regalos a los demás, decidí decirle: "...me podrías pasar tu oc? Te dibujare!" Y eso hizo, a lo cual inmediatamente me puse manos a la obra con él boceto para al día siguiente continuar sin duda para que al terminar, le entregué el dibujo con muchísima emoción y esperanza de que sea de su agrado y sin duda lo fué, lo aprecia con todo su corazón (╥﹏╥)♡

18 de abril

Wow...es Increíble lo mucho que ha cambiado mi estilo con el tiempo, y eso que tan solo fueron meses! Jajaja, espero poder seguir mejorando en el tema del dibujo y quien sabe, llegué a más de lo que me imagino

Como extra me gustaría agradecer de todo corazón al apoyo que le han dado a mi primer post con el dibujo de Cheea, es impactante el inmenso apoyo que le han dado en tan poco tiempo, waaa, los aprecio muchísimooo (T﹏T) ♡ ❤️‍🩹

Apenas pueda y tenga tiempo, subiré ese dibujo de Mychael que les menciono! Cómo siempre digo, no será lo mejor del mundo que podrían ver, pero supongo que algo es algo jejeje

Muchísimas gracias por leer, cuídate y espero tengas un excelente día, tarde y/o noche!! (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ ✨♡

[linkspooky]

Hello! I wanted to ask for your take on Ryoken in YGO Vrains. I haven't been able to find any detailed reviews on him overall (mostly scattered meta focusing on specific moments/seasons). Even the few "Revolver is the worst chara ever" criticism posts I spotted were too generic/vague or straight up deleted, so I haven't been able to figure out what actual issues people have with him beyond "tried to kill people" - which is something that, like, every YGO antag (& sometimes the protag) has done. I really liked your Vrains posts & your posts about hero & victim arcs & was curious about your thoughts on Ryoken's characterization/narrative purpose, if that's okay. Personally I like Ryoken, but I don't really understand his character & I've been trying to make sense of it (with difficulties as the meta about him is either disconnected or too polarizing what with "he's a technophobic terrorist!!!" or "he's the best cuz gun dragons"). (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡

A comprehensive character analysis of revolver, not just an analysis of any one specific duel - sure anon let's do it! Vrains is probably my second favorite Yu-Gi-Oh to analyze because it takes it doubles as a piece of cyberpunk fiction, which is a key element a lot of people miss when discussing Ryoken's character.

In my opinion, one of the major reasons people don't give Ryoken a fair shake, or are harsher on him than the other Kaiba-alikes is that he doesn't change his opinion once he's defeated in a duel. Daring to disagree with the main character is a cardinal sin for a lot of fans, because most series have protagonist centered morality.

However, the fact Revolver never quite joins the heroes side and sticks to his guns (pun intended) is what makes him so unique a character. More underneath the cut.

Vrains averts this the simplified black and white protagonist centered morality, because once again it's Cyberpunk which makes it speculative fiction. The point of speculative fiction is to speculate (obviously), which is why good speculative fiction has a tendency to represent multiple viewpoints as to avoid directly telling the reader what to think. Ryoken represents the viewpoint that AI technology's rapid development is too risky, because eventually they may get smarter and decide they don't need their human creators. Yusaku represents the view that it's possible for AI and humans to cohabitate, and it's also unethical to wipe out the six AI who are living sentient beings to avert a future that MIGHT happen. Through their opposing opinions a dialogue is created, which allows VRAINS to have a more in-depth discussion on the topic of Artificial Intelligence.

If Revolver easily changed his viewpoint to allign with Yusaku's, then Vrains would just be telling us what to think instead of presenting different viewpoints and allowing us to come to our own conclusions. Revolver's entire character also revolves around the concept of his unbending principles, which is key to understanding him.

HERO OF ANOTHER STORY

Ryoken more than any other Kaiba-alike embodies the trope of an antagonist with heroic qualities. The closest is probably to Ryoken is Reiji, but he's an ally to the protagonist, albeit one of scrupulous means. Characters like shark, Kaito and Kaiba have the goal of trying to save their loved ones, but unlike Ryoken they don't really care about the bigger picture or how their actions impact all of society.

In fact Ryoken and Yusaku flip the traditional protag and antag relationship on its head in the first season, because it's Yusaku who is laser focused on revenge while saving people is a secondary concern at best. The fact that the Knights of Hanoi are a threat to the link Vrains is completely incidental to his revenge quest.

While it's Ryoken who is thinking about the bigger picture and making his decisions based on what he feels will save the most people possible in the long term. Yusaku's goals are selfish wanting revenge for his personal satisfaction as a coping mechanism for his trauma, while Ryoken's are selfless in the sense that he is forcing himself to bloody his hands and do something unsavory and against his personal morals because he believes sacrificing people in the short term will save people in the long term.

Yusaku: Those horrible memories were burned into my eyes, feasting in my heart. It became my flesh and blood that I couldn't dig out. When I realized that, I decided to face my own destiny. If you think revenge is worthless that's fine, but there are things I am destined to do to move forward.

It makes sense Yusaku can't think of others besides himself, starving people only think of filling their own stomaches, people in pain can't afford to think of others. Yusaku doesn't react to trauma like a perfect victim years of processed grief can't be resolved by therapy or friendship, he's possessed by the need to do something because he doesn't feel in control of his own life. Another thing which connects him to, ding ding ding you guessed it - Ryoken.

The best way to understand Ryoken's character is to understand his relationship with his major character foils, Yusaku and Takeru. All three of them are shaped by the lost incident, though Ryoken is influenced in much subtler ways because the way Ryoken himself frames the incident he's not a victim but a perpetrator.

The entirety of season one builds up the voice that rescued Yusaku, someone Yusaku never learned the identity of but believes that they might be another child who was kidnapped during the lost incident.

Yusaku: Whoever kept encouraging me wasn't among the rescuees. If he's still captured I have to rescue him.

Only for the truth to turn out to be more complicated. Revolver is revealed to be simultaneously the child who helped kidnap Yusaku in the first place, and his rescuer, as well as the son of the man responsible for the entire incident.

Revolver: I was eight years old. I couldn't fully comprehend what was happening. I thought something scary might be going on. But I couldn't ask my father. I wanted to believe that my father was doing valuable research. But the children's screams tore at my chest. Crushed by feelings of guilt I reported the incident. Yusaku: An anonymous report uncovered the lost incident. So that was you, revolver? Ai: So he saved you? Revolver: I quickly regretted saving you. You were saved, but... when SOL technologies covered up the incident my father was imprisoned. I was alone for three years, waiting for my father to come home.

Revolver was not being simultaneously starved and electrocuted while being forced to duel over and over again for six months straight, but his life was also destroyed by the incident. Being subjected to the screams of other children, the realization that your father is the one tormenting them, then being orphaned all at eight years old is a different flavor of trauma but it's still you know... traumatic.

Revolver was also forced to face a complicated reality at eight years old, good actions sometimes lead to bad results. Reporting the lost incident was the right thing to do, but Revolver's father was made comatose and he personally suffered - he was punished for doing the right thing.

Revolver is a case of simultaneously taking too much responsibility for things that are not his fault, and too little. He holds himself responsible for both his father's actions and complicit in helping kidnap people, while also believing he needs to inherit his father's cause of fighting the Ignis to eliminate the potential threat to humanity. Ryoken has an incredibly negative self-image for most of the series, and cannot accept that he was a victim of the lost incident too likely because he wasn't being shocked and starved.

Yusaku: I kept wanting to save you. That the knights of Hanoi still had you. These thoughts still clung to my soul. When I battled you, your words encouraged me. Ryoken: How ironic. Ryoken: I'm your enemy but I gave you strength. Yusaku: Stop the tower of Hanoi, Revolver! Ryoken: You have the wrong idea about me. I'm not a good person!

Revolver has internalized he is at fault for the lost incident and complicit in his father's actions, therefore he is not a good person and unworthy of salvation. This also becomes his excuse for harming people en masse, to achieve his greater goal of saving humanity from the threat of the Ignis. He takes too much responsibility for what happened to him as a child, but takes too little responsibility in the innocent bystanders he is hurting now in his crusade against the Ignis, excusing himself by saying it's serving a greater good.

He blatantly ignores Playmaker's pleas to just stop, because he can't stop himself. Episode 44 is called Prisoner of Destiny, referring to Ryoken himself because Ryoken willingly chooses to cage himself. Not because he's selfish or cruel, but because of his overwhelming sense of responsibility that forces him to take on his father's burdens when really he owes the man nothing. If Revolver were on the heroes side, his willingness to shoulder the burden of other people would be a heroic quality on par with playmaker's, but as an antagonist it's his fatal flaw.

Which is what makes him the mirror to Playmaker, both trapped in the past unable to move on from the incident but Playmaker doesn't realize how much holding onto the past is hurting him until he meets Ryoken and empathizes with him as another child who's life was destroyed. Ryoken, similiar to Playmaker, doesn't realize how much he's suffering too because of those same unprocessed feeling in the past though for Ryoken he sets them all aside because he's too busy being crushed under the weight of his father's sins that he feels peronsally responsible for.

Responsibility, responsibility, responsibility, it's his best and worst quality. If he were the protagonist, once again his unbending nature would be a heroic quality but instead it's what damns him and it's something Ryoken has to unlearn over the course of the narrative. The fact that he does slowly unlearn it and change his opinion is what makes Ryoken different from Bohman and Ai, both of which can't accept the fact that they might be mistaken.

Unlike Ai, Revolver accepts Yusaku's pleas to save him.

Yusaku: You live in the same world as me! Back then, you said... You couldn't just stand by so you crossed the abyss. You're able to save me. And I'm able to save you!

Revolver laughs at this and insists that they'll never be friends, but his actions accepting his loss at the end of the duel and abandoning the tower of Hanoi plan contradict his words.

Which brings me to another reason Revolver is often misinterpreted, his tendency to play the villain means his words often contradict his actions.

One of Revolver's defining characteristics is how his bombastic personality in the VRAINS as revolver is the exact opposite of his more brooding and quiet personality in the real world. Revolver's two avatars also signify the discordance between his online and real world personality. His first avatar he wears a full mask, and his second a visor.

The first avatar he is wearing a mask, a symbol that he's putting on a persona, his face is fully obscured and both the people around him and we the audience aren't privvy to his real self. Even in the second season when Revolver changes his avatar and he's more of an ally with his own agenda than a direct antagonist his face is still partially obscured by his visor. The persona he adopts as a shield is to play the villain, I am a bad person Revolver says and even in the second season when he is helping others he clings to his villain facade until very nearly the end.

His avatar perfectly encapsulates his complicated nature, a villain with heroic traits, a villain who in a different narrative could have been the hero fighting to save the world from the threat of the ignis.

Revolver's deck also symbolizes these qualities of his, the overpowering willpower, and determination that could in another story make him a hero. I'm going to quote @talaofthevalley here because they already covered this subject wonderfully.

That Rokkets destroys themselves is relevant as well. Revolver is perfectly fine making himself the target of people's ire and hatred, even if it's not warranted or justified. He was willing to die for his mission in the S1 finale. And ofc famously no one hates Kogami Ryoken as much as Kogami Ryoken. But it's a self-destruction for the sake of something, not just self-destruction fueled by self-hatred. It fits with Revolver's knight theming, to fight and act for something greater than oneself. Which is also what the Rokket monsters do; they destroy themselves when targeted in order to fulfill a objective. Then we come around to Rokkets other noteworthy effect; at the end of your turn, they can special summon other Rokkets from the deck if they are in the graveyard because their beforementioned effect was activated. Revolver is as tenacious as they come, and equally resourceful. Even after losing to Playmaker, what he's hung up on is not that he was defeated, but Playmaker's identity. He swears he will win next time, and that's that.

Revolver like his favorite monsters destroys himself in pursuit of his goals, and also is a character with the determination to get back up no matter how many times he loses or the knights of Hanoi are destroyed, he just recreates himself, re-gathers his allies and tries again. His sense of responsibility being what both damns him and redeems him, because, I repeat for emphasis, Revolver self-destructs.

He takes on too much responsibility and always views himself as the bad guy, which is why his relationship with Takeru and his final duel with him is so crucial for the final step in his development. In season 2 Ryoken abandons his plans of destroying the Link Vrains, but still acts like an untrustworthy ally with his own agenda. In spite of his act, there are moments in season 2 where he is framed just like any other hero.

It's Revolver who shows up like a prince to rescue Yusaku when he's trapped by Windy and Lightning and does a superhero landing, only to immediately iterate that he's not on their side only following his father's will. It's Revolver who doesn't win the duel against Lightning when he has the chance, because Lightning takes an innocent person as a hostage.

Revolver: I must finish the work he left undone. Lightning: But we're the ones following Dr. Kogami's will as humanity's successor. Revolver: Silence! I'll crush those arrogant thoughts. I'll annihilate you! Get ready! Windy: Annihilate? How extreme. Yusaku: If you fight them there's no turning back now. Revolver: I never planned on turning back.

Season one revolver likely would have sacrificed an innocent to win a duel, and yet he still insists that he hasn't changed. Understanding Revolver requires reading beyond the surface, because characters are liars sometimes.

This is why Takeru is important, because like Revolver Takeru sees the world in terms of heroes and villains. While Yusaku pleads with Revolver to reconsider his way of thinking and is accepting of Revolver's cooperation, Takeru only meets him with derision and suspicion happy to lump him in with the rest of Hanoi.

This isn't just because of the kidnapping, but his unresolved feelings over his dead parents. The guilt he carries for never being able to make up with his parents over the last fight they had, because he was kidnapped for six months and his parents died in an accident during that time. Revolver and Takeru are both characters controlled by unresolved feelings of grief over their dead parents, and a misplaced feeling of survivor's guilt, a guilt that they somehow had a role in thier parent's demise.

Revolver on his end is all too willing to accept Takeru's scapegoating of him, he doesn't feel the need to explain himself or even reveal the fact that he was the one who called the police during the lost incident because in his eyes that would be avoiding responsibility in a way.

It's not until his final duel with Takeru where Revolver eases up on himself, by helping Takeru process his own feelings of grief over his parents. The same way that Yusaku once dueled not to stop a villain, but to save a friend from being trapped in the past.

Revolver: Your soul is still trapped here. And you don't know how to find the path to escape. You won't find the path. Soulburner: Then tell me. You know that when I went missing during the lost incident, my parents searched for me. The morning I went missing I had a fight with my parents. I said something horrible. Revolver: What did you say? Soulburner: I don't remember. Probably about not wanting to eat what's on my plate, or stop telling me to study. But pathetically, I was caught in fear so I don't remember. No matter how many times, I can't remember. I said something horrible to my dead parents. I've been living with that fact. Tell me what did I say? How am I supposed to apologize to those who are gone, who I'll never see again? Revolver: It's not pathetic. And there's no need to apologize. Those who are gone haven't completely vanished from your life. They just went ahead earlier. That's what I believe.

Revolver didn't have to bear the brunt of Soulburner's feelings, or let him beat him up in a duel, but that's what Yusaku did for him so you know pay it forward. Revolver's kind of harsh about it, because he can't entirely let go of the facade in the midst of this duel but he's still speaking from the heart and relating to him.

Revolver: But I live my life in a way that won't shame them when I see them again. Soulburner: You're saying I'm living a shameful life. Revolver: Currently, you are. Soulburner: What? Revolver: If you have time to complain, then defeat me. With your duel where you burn your soul! To overcome the hardships in your heart you have to become stronger. Yusaku: Revolver, are you trying to become soulburner's greatest test?

This right here, this is a protagonist speech. Revolver has more in common with Soulburner than shared survivor's guilts, they are both more subdued and quiet in the real world, while having overly bombastic online personas. Revolver is defined by his overwhelming sense of responsibility, Takeru got involved in the main plot because he felt like he was wasting his life away while people like Playmaker were dueling to save the entirety of the link vrains. Even their decks mirror one another, Revolver's dragons destroy themselves and constantly come back, and the entire central mechanic of Salamagreats is that they go to the graveyard then cycle back onto the field in stronger and stronger links.

Takeru is so important to Revolver's character that the mask he's been hiding behind the entire series doesn't shatter until his final loss to Soulburner. It's only through the conclusion of the duel with his second character foil that Takeru and Revolver are able to find a bit of liberation from each other. Revolver can abandon the villain persona and leave on a journey of atonement, and Soulburner can abandon his hero persona and return to his normal life and eventually forget and move on from the incident.

[babyleostuff]

Hey hey :) I absolutely love your writing I can't stop myself from reading and rereading them over and over again!

I don't know if you're taking any requests, but if you are could you write about seventeen being softdoms. Like them being all manly + all soft for their s/o. Masculine without the toxicity lol

If not you can just ignore this ask 🥰

author's note | ah we love us a softdom seventeen 😍 i decided to split it up to sfw and nsfw, hope you don't mind <3

also, my inbox is open again, so if you guys have any requests or asks feel free to write me!

soft dom seventeen | ot13

SFW

The type to spoil the living shit out of you, because you deserve all the best things in the world (one word from you and the next day you’ll get whatever you mentioned). Also, may be a bit overprotective, but it’s just because he doesn’t want you to get hurt. He makes it his life mission to keep you safe at all times, so he will fight anyone who dares to make you uncomfortable. Even when he’s angry or having a fight with someone, the second you enter the room, he’s all like “hi baby ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶”:

➼ Seungcheol, Mingyu, Chan, Wonwoo 

A complete gentleman who will do anything to make you feel like a princess. No matter how bad of a day he’s having, one look from you and he’s all smiley and happy again. His heart eyes are reserved for you and you only and he will not hesitate to use them in his favour. Protective, but not in an overbearing way. He’ll just shoot the stranger one look and they’ll know that it’s better to not make you uncomfortable. Bonus: he gives the softest kisses in the world (they make you melt on the spot):

➼ Joshua, Dokyeom, Jun, Seungkwan, Vernon

He knows how weak you are for him and he will use that to his advantage. A lot. He just loves messing with you and seeing you all flustered because of him (don’t worry, he makes it up with a lot of kisses). He’ll do anything you ask him for - there is nothing more important to him than your happiness. So you can say that he’s weak for you as well??? He’s a certified simp, what can I say. Also buys you flowers out of nowhere and gets you your favourite candy just because he can:

➼ Minghao, Jeonghan, Woozi, Soonyoung

NSFW

Will be destroying you with his cock, while telling you how pretty you look. One second, the most sinful words are escaping his mouth, mocking you how weak of a slut you are for him and the second he’s giving you gentle kisses on your neck, soothing his previous made hickies. BUT, turns into a completely different person when he’s finally satisfied with how many times he’d made you cum. The aftercare is top tier and he turns into the softest and gentlest being:

➼ Seungcheol, Mingyu, Chan, Wonwoo, Woozi

Treats you like you are made of porcelain, while still fucking you nice and deep, hitting all of the right places. Most likely will make you come with his mouth or fingers a couple of times, before he slams his cock into you, making you see stars. Repeats how pretty you are and how good of a job you’re doing, while sucking your nipples and circling your clit with his thumb. He swears he lives for your moans and the way you push your hips against his face when he’s eating you out:

➼ Joshua, Dokyeom, Seungkwan, Jun

Teases the shit out of you, before he even pulls out his dick from his briefs (which at this point you’re practically begging him to fuck you). Will make you say exactly what you want him to do to you, every single sinful thought that you’re having or else he’s just going to leave you hot and horny. But, when he’s satisfied with how wet and needy you are, he’s ramming his cock into you in no time. The touch of his fingertips is feather like, his lips slowly outlining the shape of your body, while his cock is fucking you dumb:

➼ Soonyoung, Vernon, Minghao, Jeonghan

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[carmensbrain]

Hello! Can you do female reader x Hanzo fluff <3 maybe a first kiss kind of thing hehe.

Ahhhhh my wife!! (≧∇≦)

I love writing about shut off people opening up (me fr)🎀

Contains- fluff, tooth rotting fluff even (˶˘ ³˘(´͈ ᵕ `͈˶) but also… ANGST ARGGGG!

Rating- E for every brain!

Warnings- none

Authors notes- the reader is in overwatch btw!

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♡ Hanzo has never been one for love like Genji was. He watched him live his numerous teen romances from afar, a yearning feeling resting in his soul as he grew older.

�� Upon meeting you he begun feeling different, his hard shelled exterior faltering when you smiled, laughed, spoke, or even looked his way. He pushed the warmth that brushed across his cheeks down in order to focus on his missions, that’s what he told himself at least.

♡ He wanted to shut you out, push you as far away as possible to keep you safe, it was all for you. He didn’t want to burden you with the weight of his sins, his mistakes, his grief.

♡ Despite his frigid exterior you pushed on, pulling him closer whenever he pushed away. He felt angry with you at one point, condemning you for your stubbornness.

“Why must you be so persistent? I do not want you to worry yourself with my heart.”

He asked, voice echoing throughout the empty training facility. He glared at you from afar, heart aching as he spoke. He wanted to let you in, to let himself become soft, to let himself breathe, but he felt undeserving of that privilege.

In his eyes he was a monster, a body that only knew violence, a soul that couldn’t be mended.

He didn’t care to hear your response, he wouldn’t have believed what you said anyway, he left the facility with heavy steps. You managed to catch up with him as he left the locker room, hand grasping his tightly as you begged him to listen to you for a moment.

“Please… just let me show you what love can be”

You pleaded, hands cupping his. Your soft skin was warm against his calloused palms. He couldn’t bring himself to look at you, his gaze locked into the floor.

“I can’t do this to you, please give me up. You will only get hurt”

He said sternly, subtly pulling his hands from yours with the chill on his skin returning. He just wanted you to walk away, to leave him to be long like he deserved, but you wouldn’t let him go, not this time.

Placing a hand on his cheek, facial hair pricking the smooth surface of your fingers, you turned his head to face you. Your gentleness sent aching pains into his chest, cracking at his exterior like you did every moment he saw you.

“Please just leave…”

He pleads, leaning into your touch while he begged for it to cease. The way you looked at him, the way your gentleness never wavered even when he treated you like a nuisance, the way you didn’t give up on him, it all was far too much.

Tears prickled at his eyes as he found your gaze. He saw only love in your eyes, a passion that burned through the metal cage he built to keep everyone out.

“You know I won’t do that Hanzo..”

You whispered, leaning closer to show you ment it, forehead pressing against his while a familiar heat fell over his cheeks, he welcomed it this time.

Silently he tilted his head so his lips could meet yours, experimental and scared as you reciprocated him. He could’ve sworn that he was dreaming, that this would all fade away and he’d be alone again but it was your touch that reminded him that this was real, that he was real, that he was a human, that he could be loved.

[nocturnewidow]

do you / would you write for matt murdock? mcu or comics, either really!! <3

ofc I'll write for him!! hehe,, (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

Platonic + x reader Matt Murdock headcannons! ⋆˚࿔

Dating Matt Murdock⋆˙⟡♡

He’s a total gentleman,, until he’s not. At first he’s the type to open doors, cook you pasta blindfolded (well… you know), and send you long, thoughtful voice memos late at night.

He always knows how you’re feeling. You can’t lie to him. Not because he interrogates you he just knows. Your breath stutters a little, your heart rate shifts, and suddenly he’s brushing his fingers over your wrist, quietly murmuring, “Talk to me. Please.”

He’s constantly worried about dragging you into danger. So much so that he sometimes ghosts you for a few days to “protect” you. But when you call him out on it really call him out,, he apologizes like a man starved for forgiveness, and you spend the whole night wrapped up in each other on his couch, no secrets, no suits, just Matt.

Whether it’s post-patrol bruises or emotional baggage, you’re his safe place. He likes to lie on your chest and just listen to your heartbeat like it’s the only sound that matters.

He totally spoils you with senses. He remembers your perfume, your favorite lipstick, the exact way your heartbeat flutters when you laugh at his dumb lawyer jokes. He can sense when you’re tense and immediately starts rubbing slow circles into your back.

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Platonic ☾.

You help patch him up and complain the entire time. “Matt, I swear to God, I should start charging you a co-pay.” He just grins through the pain. “Make it double if you kiss it better.”

He definitely calls you at 2AM to ask if “sounding like a reckless idiot” is a Catholic sin. And you’re like, “That’s not even remotely how confession works.”

He’s fiercely protective of you. If someone even looks at you wrong, he’s suddenly “just taking a walk in that direction,” and oh wow, guess he tripped and sent someone flying into a dumpster.

He pretends not to listen when you ramble but can recall everything you ever said. “I got your favorite chocolate croissant from that one bakery near the courthouse.” “Matt how did you—” “You mentioned it… like once… three months ago. While you were chewing gum.”

He leans on you more than he admits. You’re one of the few people he allows to see him when he’s vulnerable. You’re the person he calls after a rough night not for comfort, just to hear your voice.

[kolyubov]

HIII!! (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)/ I so love how you write Fyodor!!! Could I request Fyodor with a wise and optimistic s/o??? (it can be oneshot, headcannons, or drabbles :3)

To add on this, s/o is able to keep up with Fyodor's daily rants about philosophy or literature that includes deep meanings. S/o is sophisticated and quite esoteric with their world views, always drowning themselves in knowledge but never really being able to just fall into pessimism from the amount of awareness.

I just love imagining Fyodor bringing up how all sinners should be exterminated while s/o just completely turns his point around by giving some optimistic thought like, "All sinners are capable of redemption. Virtue reaches its limits once it approaches the complexity of man." (whatever that means) and then Fyodor's all baffled because why is his s/o like this??? And he doesnt even mean it negatively. Hes just shocked.

I feel that Fyodor would find it so refreshing to have an s/o like that. He may be a dedicated man who wouldn't change his plans just because his s/o talked him out of it, but he would still deeply respect his s/o and their views.

I APOLOGIZE IF THIS REQUEST WOULD BE TOO HARD(⁠ᗒ⁠ᗩ⁠ᗕ⁠) please take care and thank youu!! ^_^

Fyodor with an optimistic s/o!

✧ pairing. Fyodor Dostoyevsky x gn!reader

✧ word count. 996

✧ contents. fedya in love

✧ author's note. HIHIII NONNIEEE!! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ this request is so interesting! and thank u for liking the way I write Fedya, I try my best <3

I really like this trope. Fyodor being merciless about people and the reader being the complete opposite by being optimistic.

honestly I had to search what esoteric means,,, and I'm still not sure if I understood it correctly (╥﹏╥)

I hope you like this and I'm sorry that this took so long :((

It's impossible to change Fyodor's view of the world, the society, or its people. As much as you try to convince him of the opposite —with solid proof— of his negative beliefs in certain topics, he refuses to accept them. Of course, he utterly respects your opinion; you're very smart and he knows you have knowledge about whatever topic in hand you two might be facing, as well as many others.

You think it's maybe because of the way he lived; the things one experiences are the main reason why someone acts or thinks the way they do, most of the time. So, that means that Fyodor probably had experience meeting lots of people who were “sinful” and “foolish” as he describes them in every single deep conversation that the two of you have.

Aside from the debates, Fyodor adores being able to discuss philosophical things with you— his lovely partner turning serious as he speaks, carefully listening to everything he has to say with those big eyes just makes him fall deeper in love. He's never going to directly tell you how much he enjoys it, you just have to get the hint.

Currently, Fyodor was sitting on his desk, his ushanka resting on the table among a few documents scattered on the surface— documents with government agents' faces on them and long paragraphs, a lot of words were underlined with fluorescent highlighter.

He was completely immersed in his work until he felt a pair of soft hands massaging his tensed shoulders; which was enough for him to lose focus.

“Fedya, do you not feel tired?” Your words make him sigh. Maybe he was overworking himself again, but that doesn't matter when all of this is in order to purge the world from sin.

He closes his eyes, enjoying the gentle rub on his back that is eventually making him feel drowsy. Regardless of how dangerous of a man Fyodor is, the touch of his beloved reduces him into a soft lovesick puppy— though he tries to hide it.

A smile spreads across his face when you turn his head to the side, hooking a finger under his chin, and pressing a tender kiss on his cold lips that leaves him yearning for more when you pull away.

“Leaving so fast?” He asks when he sees that you're walking away. You might as well take responsibility for distracting him from his work. “Wouldn’t you prefer to have a small chit-chat with me?”

And since you have nothing else better to do, you decide to walk back to his desk, sitting across from him.

“You see, sweetheart, I have been reading these papers for the next meeting… All of these are government members who belong to the plague that must be eliminated from the world for the sake of it. They’re sinners.”

He leans back against his chair, crossing his arms in front of his chest, “Sinners tend to be selfish, only chasing their own tail in circles like a lost dog, doing anything for their own primal desires and then being hypocrites about it.”

A small laugh leaves his lips as he tilts his head to the side; Clearly, he knows this is the time when you're going to refute.

“People are not sinners forever...” You murmur while looking down at the papers, trying to give it a quick read, but Fyodor could perfectly hear your sweet voice in that slightly pouty tone.

Even as his partner you know you can’t change the way he thinks or stop him from reaching his vile goals, and as much as you don’t like seeing other people's lives slip away by Fyodor’s hands, you can’t do anything about it.

“Oh, love. I feel like if you were in my place, looking at all these faces and the stories behind them, you'd think otherwise.”

“No, Fedya.”

Fyodor's eyes widen at the way you said it, a stern tone that immediately gets his attention.

“Humans are fragile things, in body and mind.” You look at him straight into his eyes, not realizing how serious you sound by now, “And their mind can be corrupted by different situations they face during their short life…”

The man in front of you raises an eyebrow, carefully listening.

“That's how they turn “sinners”, by suffering through their life, but I think that they can be saved… not in the way you think, not by being exterminated… ending their lives is not the solution.”

“Then what do you think the solution is?”

Your eyes follow Fyodor as he stands up slowly, taking slow steps before standing behind you, “I'm all ears, dear.” The way he says it sounds menacing as he places a kiss on your cheek.

“Sinners are capable of redemption… There are a lot of ways one can be ‘saved’, some people might choose God, and others might choose their family or friends, but what matters is the capacity one has to be able to get out from the dark pit of suffering to stop being selfish and sinful.”

You don't dare to look at Fyodor, afraid of what he might think, afraid he thinks your optimistic way of thinking is just dumb.

But then you hear his soft laugh as he grabs your face, squeezing your cheeks with his thumb and index finger, “You're so cute.” A nervous laugh escapes your lips, and before you can speak, his lips are over yours.

Truth be told, he does take you very seriously, but his heart flutters each time you show that smart side of yours. Fyodor feels proud of having you by his side.

As he pulls away, he pecks your cheek again, “You surprise me every time, dear.” He walks back to his seat, still smiling softly at you.

“I'd like to keep talking to you but at the same time, I need to work… So why don't you help me choose who deserves to be my first victim to be saved?”

© 2024 pinklacydovey

[otomehonyaku]

Diabolik Lovers Lost Eden Stellaworth Tokuten Short Stories スペシャル特典小冊子 ☽ Azusa ver.

This short story booklet was part of the Stellaworth set for Lost Eden! Keep reading below the cut for Azusa's version. And with that, the translations of all of the Sakamaki and Mukami stories are now finished! Stay tuned for the Carla, Shin & Kino ones ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

S ☽ [Ayato’s version by @kyouxa] [Laito’s version by @kyouxa] [Shuu’s version] [Reiji’s version] [Kanato’s version] [Subaru’s version]

M ☽ [Ruki’s version] [Yuma's version] [Kou’s version] [Azusa’s version]

TK ☽ [Carla’s version] [Shin’s version] [Kino’s version]

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

As always, special thanks to @karleksmumskladdkaka for providing the scans ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ Please do not reuse or post my translations elsewhere or translate my work into other languages without my permission.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

I stretched out my left arm toward the box of pictures, which I was going to put in an album. As I did, I lost my perception of depth and the picture I thought I had picked up floated to the floor as though carried away by the wind. 

This time, I picked up the picture with my right hand and stuck it in the album. With that, the album was finished. I let out a small sigh.

It hadn’t been that long since I started going through life with a mechanical arm. It took some getting used to. Even now, it restricted my freedom. 

Still, I never regretted the decision to amputate my left arm. 

That day, she and my brothers had given me this mechanical arm as a present, and it had become indispensable to me–a treasure, really. Even if the four of them were far away, I still felt them with me through this arm. It taught me that I was never alone in this life.

“It’s okay. I know what it means to protect…”

That’s why I won’t make the same mistake again. I knew I would never be forgiven for the sin I committed once before, no matter how much time passed. No matter if everyone… if she forgave me. I deserved to atone.

I knew that atonement wasn’t just about wallowing in all of my past regrets. I needed to move forward. I needed to do whatever I could. That was all I could do to face my fears and repent in this world.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

A continued knocking sound reverberated through the room. I felt her presence on the other side of the door, and my face broke into a smile.

“Azusa, can I come in?”

“Yeah, of course…”

Had she just come out of the shower? She poked her head into the room, having changed into her roomwear. I hadn’t said anything, but she sat down beside me.

“Hey, is it okay if I… comb your hair?” I asked tentatively.

She smiled gratefully in return. 

Using the mechanical arm, I slowly and awkwardly opened the duffel bag we had brought from the human world, though my arm was not yet accustomed to these kinds of movements. The bag held many things that were precious to me. 

I motioned for her to sit with her back to me, and her soft hair gave off the fruity scent of her shampoo. Her scent. I wished I could smell it all the time. As carefully as I would handle something fragile, I gently ran the brush through her hair.

“...Eve. I like you…”

When I finished brushing her hair and promptly whispered my confession into her ear, her cheeks reddened. As though her eyes would answer for her, she sought me out, and said, ever so softly, that she felt the same. 

“You know, Azusa… I’m really happy.”

“...Yeah. Me too. I’m happier than I’ve ever been before. I love you, Eve…”

“I love you too, Azusa…”

As if to confirm each other’s feelings, we whispered those words to each other over and over. My heart was overflowing with love. 

I could not dress her in pretty clothes. I could not make delicious dishes for her to eat. No matter how much I thought about it, I felt incredibly lacking compared to my brothers.

But still, the fact that she loved me… was all that mattered. 

If all she desired was for me to whisper my words of love to her, I would do it until she was satisfied. If she was lonely, anxious, and… afraid to be alone, I would stay by her side. I would hug and kiss her… Hehe, although that was just what I wanted to do of my own volition. In any case, I had no intention of letting her go for the rest of my life.

As I embraced her from behind, I trapped her in my arms. I felt her warmth, her quickening heartbeat. It made my heart flutter. It was such a thrilling feeling.

“Promise me… we’ll stay together forever.” 

“Hehe, I’ll pinky-promise.” 

We sat there, smiling sheepishly at each other, and she curled her pinky finger around mine.

“Pinky… promise.”

I could not bear to let go of her when our fingers connected like that. I gently pushed her down onto the sofa… and kissed her.

The gentle light of the moon, which was high up in the night sky of Eden, peeked into the room through the window. It seemed as though even the twinkling stars were wishing for our happiness.

[katvyre]

For the ask game! Alter, Sin and God :3

Waahh!! Thank you anon! I love u!

i'll worship you and only you (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ

[coffee-and-tea-time]

Es tan adorable que hayan puesto "Toma asiento con nosotras, querida!" En la barra de preguntas jsjs su cariño hacia su público me enternece el corazón TT🫶🏻. Espero que no les moleste que escriba en español, ya que es su primer lenguaje (eso creo, a menos que tengan otro hmm).

Mencionando eso, es algo que me ha dado curiosidad, me preguntaba si al escribir las historias ¿lo suelen hacer en el Español o de inmediato empiezan escribiendo todo en inglés?

Otra cosa que tengo que decir es qué- amo AMO al vendedor, es tan lindo y tsundere lol, le veo tanto potencial que me pone de los nervios, estoy pateando la cama maldición! Y con solo pensar que hay más personajes por venir IHHH YA QUIERO VER AL PANADERO o era repostero? Es qué- Dios el hecho que estuviera checando cada tanto al lector se me hizo tan gracioso y lindo, incluso el vampiro me tiene intrigado, no soy fanático de ellos pero con tan solo ver su forma de narrar y darle estilo a sus personajes me hace querer esperarlo con ansias. Siento que estoy hablando mucho- uff... PERO NI SI QUIERA MENCIONE A LIOR mi precioso chico polilla, jamás creí que me toparía con un yandere polilla! Hay tanto que comer aquí que creo que reventare lmao.

Bueno Yap! Stop! Dejaré de escribir tanto sjdb, tampoco quiero fastidiar. Pero antes debo de decir que me alegra mucho, y es enserio, mucho haber conocido su cuenta, nunca había visto tanta variación de yanderes y es increíble ver que le hayan puesto tanta personalidad a cada uno, tiene su autenticidad y eso es muy llamativo, atractivo, hacen que quiera más jaja, su cuenta sin duda merece más reconocimiento y seguro que será así! Por favor, sigan creando contenido, por qué es fantástico lo que nos estan trayendo.

Que tengan un bonito día, tarde o noche, Te y Coffe. <33

So, this has been sitting on the ask because: 1- we wanted to gatekeep this beautiful message for a moment 2- we got really sentimental over it mom end up asking why we were suddenly tearing up 3- we both know we aren't capable to match this level of wholesome.

La verdad ni yo que soy el yapper sabe cómo expresar lo hermoso que se sintió recibir esto, tanta palabras hermosas, tantos detalles, incluso hablando en español-, voy a llorar otra vez, this is way too cute - coffee

Por mi parte sé que no soy el más presente o hablador en los posts pero aprecio con todo mi corazón cada comentario y like. I've found myself smiling through a tough day of classes and exams just because of you guys and I still can't believe we've received this much support and love with just our little stories and characters. And as to answer the question, al momento de escribir o crear una historia todo comienza con mensajes por chat, así que el idioma depende totalmente de cuán cansados estemos. Usually we draft the ideas and have a very rough version all in English since the beginning (translating afterwards is a pain lol) - tea

🌹🌹 🌹🌹 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 🌹🌹🌹🌹 🌹🌹🌹 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 Λ 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 ( ˘ ᵕ ˘ 🌹🌹🌹 ヽ つ＼ ／ UU / 🎀 \

[dollsgravee]

a lil something ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

hi! recently ive started doing a little writing and wanted to come on here and share it for some feedback!! this is just a little intro to a story I've been workshopping for a bit >-<. it has some ethel cain references (cause I looooooove her!! ) idk if its good...so please all criticism is NEEDED! so yes i want feedback! ahem enough said below is the intro:

My mama kneaded the dough, underneath the sunlight, she seemed younger, full of life. I watched her from the crack in the door, always peeking, always wanting to be near. I was constantly captivated by her, an unseen observer, always yearning to be by her side. I can not recall when I became a parasite, sucking on the back of my mama's leg to stay warm. From the start, I was dealt bad cards, and fate ultimately screwed me over. 

A broken-down home in the middle of nowhere is all I’ve ever known. Daddy’s been comatose, lying on the bed. Mama forbade me from entering the room, and she barely goes in it herself. I would never say this out loud to Mama, but I have started to suspect that he’s dead. Something has started to smell rotten from that room and I fear that it will clog up , overtaking our every scent and soon even Mama won’t be able to deny the malevolent smell that will become etched into our home.  The nights get cold, but despite this, she would sleep with her back turned to me. Yet I would still cling to her like a leech, my limbs wrapped around her. In the daytime she doesn’t speak, choosing to spend her time sitting on the big chair that was once Daddy’s. The armchair is frayed and the fabric is long faded. She sits there and stares off into the distance, a look in her eyes tells me that she is far gone. I watch her. I watch as she cries, and she slowly withers away from me. I don't ever blame her for loving me the way she did while her heart was being ripped apart. Or if she loved me at all.  Silently I exist. Words have not been uttered in a while and I continue to wonder how much longer we will live this feral lifestyle. Will I ever get out of this cycle? I wonder most days. I sit on the floor and think. I never weep though, mama already does enough of that for the both of us. Instead, I dream. I dream of being placed on the back of a white horse and whisked away. To a place where the people are kinder, Mama won’t have to cry anymore.  I thought good guys were the ones who got happy endings. Am I no good? I feel as if I am not, for I am incredibly unhappy. I am poison in the water, spreading. The bane of Mama’s pain. She never says but I can tell by the way she doesn’t look at me or spare me a moment of her day. 

Daddy used to be a man of faith, attending church every Sunday. He would take me with him, and sit me down on the seat next to him. I would watch as he closed his eyes and his eyebrows would furrow every so slightly as the Preacher began his sermon. I still remember the words from that church that day, and even now they spin through my mind: a mother is a very special thing, other than lord jesus christ. a mother is one of the best gifts that god could give to the world. The Preachers never left me after that day, and I assume that is why I am still clinging to Mama after all this time. Daddy would murmur words throughout the Preacher's speech. I never asked him what he was praying for him….and I guess I’ll never know. I took after his habits and used to pray for him to get better, and for Mama to love me again. I would shut my eyes tight, and whisper prayers but I started to realize all I was hearing back was the echo of my desperate cries. Does God not care for me? Or were my words tainted? The sins of my parents, and the sins of theirs being marked on me, making God abandon me. 

After church Daddy used to play a game with me, hiding me under the leaves. He would leave for a while and I would have to stay concealed until he comes back. The roughness of the leaves is still inscribed into my skin and the smell of them is forever on my clothes. Some days, he would leave me there for a while, and yet I would never emerge from the leaves. I would lay covered and still. I never knew why Daddy did that, and where he went while I was hidden. Mama never came looking for me even if I was gone for days. Even if Daddy left me there for that long of a period, he still came back every time. Even now years later I find myself hiding myself under the leaves, the scent bringing me comfort. 

I would like to remember Daddy in his fondest moments and cling to Mama even in her worst. Although I know Daddy wasn’t the hero in my story. I think I will still forever be a little girl needing him, waiting for him to allow her to get up from the leaves. Or the little girl leeching onto her Mama. 

Mama no longer wants me. This I know. I have been thrown off to the side but I will continue to crawl back to her for she is all I got. She is all I have in this small shack; it is my entire world. Bloodied and beaten from her kicks I will still grasp onto her leg. Even if I die doing it. 

[byou-shin]

Do your sims of Paradise Prison have Lore? I'm so curious!

Thankyou for your curiousity~! ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ I'd be happy to tell. They have a lore actually. All my OCs has. I just didn't have time to tell about them lol T.T)

I'm gonna tell you~ but the story in my head isn't completed yet lol, I need time to think about more events hahaha. Please excuse my poor writing, I hope I can express it clear

*i'm using an old photo because now I don't have new version of them in one photo (_ _)

Once upon a time, there was a cleansing of those who were considered to be against the light. Those who shelter under the darkness of the night will be targets for the light of the world who stands between the holy gate of sin and reward. Those who prey on living being that are similar to them as created by God, deserve to be condemned and put into the hottest pit of fire. And at that moment, the fragile and crumbling soul is tempted by the dark kinds, because of the rotten blind love and the weakness of faith, then it is worthy for her to be thrown into the pit of fire. A beam of light appeared to the surface in the form of a cursed human child, he had sinned inheriting his mother and father and it would happen to him as many as 70 descendants. The darkness that God created then slowly disappeared in the mist at dawn, leaving behind the collapsed soul and the light that he sprinkled into the barren hole by themselves. This is where the fire that was once extinguished began to live and burn again. A cursed son of man who by the command of his great King, was believed to be ordered to set his foot on the surface of the world created by God for him and destroy the souls that sinned for him. Sometimes God calms the storm, sometimes He lets the storm rage. And there, a small fragile body appeared from behind the veil, his mother named him... Adam. "Because if we live, we live for God, and if we die, we die for God. So whether we live or die, we belong to God." (Romans 14:18)

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Easy explanation below~

In short, Adam's mother was a widow with 3 sons, who are Adam's older brothers. The death of her husband made her life even more difficult amidst the upheaval of the congregation and also Church officials regarding creatures who were considered "opposed" to God's teachings. Because wars often occur between humans and darkness in the name of the holy cross, this indicates that the lives of the woman and her children are threatened.

In the midst of this incident, she was seduced by her dark kind, a cruel and selfish blood drinker who was said to be "cursed" by his God. Promised by his sweet tongue, the woman melted and gave her whole life to the man. Without realizing it, she was just being used because basically, most of them were heartless creatures who only hunted.

The woman almost lost her mind and the last baby who came out of her womb (Adam) was cursed with all her insane thoughts. Wanting to find safety for herself, she then fled into the forest and was never seen again (the people believe that human who has relationship with darkness must be burn, and at that time, the rumour has already spread in the village). Gabriel, as the oldest brother, tries to save his younger brothers. And at that time, they were discovered by a deacon who was patrolling their area. They were then taken to an orphanage run by the Church.

Several years after that incident, Adam grew up as an "unnatural/extraordinary" child, because he was half vampire and half human. There was a turmoil inside him that he couldn't control. He is always haunted by the memory in his mind of himself in his mother's womb (yes… he can remember many events from when he was little).

In short! He once massacred many people (people outside the Church). When the church officials found out, they realized that the power he had was unnatural/not normal. So on the orders of the head of the Head Sister who ruled at that time, Adam was hidden. Vatican officials knew about it, and he asked Sister Sharon to take full responsibility for the dog she kept. Oh yeah, Glenn and Morgan decided to become priests (Glenn is still a seminarian), and Morgan? His dogma is a bit unpopular with the Vatican (they hate him), but many virgins and widows like his face and way of speaking, lol (don't trust this man!!)

Gabriel…? He tried to protect his precious little brother, Adam, with the honorary title of knight he had given by the head of the church in his military capacity against vampires and other dark creatures.

Several important people in Protestantism tried to hunt down Adam because of their own doctrine. (It would be long if I explained it). People from the Middle East (Malika, Shakir, Farhan) also hunt him because they believe that if they drink Adam's blood, they can gain greater power (I can't find the exact explanation now, it also has something with the important officials in there!) Meanwhile, Longwei is a shaman from China who was sent to spy on the movements of a drug trafficker in Iraq, accidentally met Malika, Shakir and Farhan on their way to Rome and then conspired with them.

Ahhh how should I explain it, now I can only give you this hahahaha

I need more time to explain Adam's father and why is Adam is so powerful loool

[tojiscumdumpster]

omg hiii hehe i was stalking some of your pages and see that you're currently writing your own book? that's literally so cool and i hope it goes well! and i also saw that you're a big fan of ana huang and thats so funny bc i literally just started reading her twisted series hehe

looking forward to interacting with you more in the future :)) <3 and totally gonna be reading all of your yummy fics later hehe

hiii, yes i am! im hoping it’ll be published by the end of 2024. (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) and i do! i have a love-hate relationship when it comes to ana’s books, but overall i think she’s a good author. a super nice person, too. i met her two months ago at a signing. ♡ I’ve read her twisted series, favorite being twisted lies. and caught of with king of sins, favorite being king of wrath. feel free let out your thoughts in my DMs or asks box so we can fangirl or get angry together >ᴗ<✮⋆˙

thankyou for coming in my asks. I love you already and looking forward to interacting more, too. i can’t wait to hear your thoughts about my fics, hehe. I appreciate you. ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡