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daegall · 7 months

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☆ tiny mishap

➷ in which your very protective boyfriend interrogates you about a certain wound you have

pairing: (opla!)bf!zoro x reader

genre: fluff, slight crack, established relationship!AU

warnings: injuries, booze, mentions of self harm (it is assumed, but false) based off opla!zoro, but has chopper bc chopper <3

word count: 1.5k words

a/n: to my nct audience; LOL SORRY IF THIS CAME UP IN UR FEED AND YOU GOT CONFUSED 😇🙏 currently obssesed over one piece live action dude i physically cannot explain how much i love all the characters :( (esp koby and nami's character development!!!) anw ive been having a major zoro brainrot so :) enjoy!!!

You grumble and keep a hand to your cheek, shoulders slumped and sore, as you walk into the kitchen, in search of someone specific.

Chopper, your trusty nurse and adorable friend, of course. Who else would heal the cut on your face and bruises on your arm?

Hearing a little action going on in the kitchen, you can only assume is your captain Luffy, or Usopp, as they both are food lovers, after all.

"Hey, have you guys seen Chopper anywhe–"

However, once you make it inside the kitchen, you are shocked to see the person you've been avoiding this whole morning.

"Oh," You breathe out. A frown curls on your lips once you realize he's got a bottle of booze wrapped in his hand, bringing it up to his lips as he turns to gaze at you. "Damn it, I thought I hid those..."

Your boyfriend's got a nasty habit of drinking alcohol. Anytime he wanted. Bored? He's either napping, training, or drinking his stupid booze. Tired? Booze. Feeling happy or sad? Stupid booze.

You've been trying to stop him before he becomes 80% alcohol, but he's better at finding it than you are at hiding it.

"Morning," Zoro mumbles, as he puts his bottle down. "tried to hide these just like you've been hiding from me me all day?"

At his words, you look away, taking a step away from him. "I don't know what you're talking about,"

"Why are you holding your cheek?"

When your eyes flicker back at him, he's got a worried frown, a crease in his eyebrows some might mistake as anger, but you recognize it as care.

He cares for you, and you hate how soft it makes you.

"It's just... cold," You attempt to lie, rubbing at your skin. Bad idea, as you fail to stop your hiss of pain.

Zoro instantly walks towards you, his hands releasing his bottle of beer, and his swords, to raise it to your face. One hand hovers over your uncovered cheek, the other wrapping it's fingers around your wrist gently.

"Show me."

You still, not knowing what to do. You know you're gonna succumb to him anyway, so there's no need to put up a fight, but you can't help how stubborn you are.

So, you don't step away, but you don't lower your hand anyway.

"Y/N," Zoro says sternly.

"It's nothing, I swear, just a tiny... mishap,"

"Then show me,"

Despite his voice being so harsh, and his gaze just as much, you know this is all because he loves you. You can tell by the way his thumb softly runs over your skin, you can tell by the way he steps closer to observe further, you can tell by the way he doesn't force you. He trusts that you trust him, and you hate how it works on you every time.

"Do you at least have any bandages?"

With your tiny voice and small gaze up at him, Zoro knows you've given in.

"You know I always do,"

It's true. With the amount of fights he gets himself into, he has at least 2 packs on him. Also in case you scrape your knee or get a papercut. It's the small things he does that assure you he cares.

He finally releases his grip on your wrist, walking back to pick up his bottle of beer on the counter. Before he can even take a sip, however, you hop onto the counter in front of him, and snatch the bottle, shaking your head.

"It's 10 in the morning." You remind him sternly.

Zoro can't stop the tiny smirk on the corner of his lips, huffing. "Yeah, yeah,"

You know he loves you, he knows you love him too.

It's the tiny things like this that prove it. The way you try to make him a better man, the way you'd instantly take care of his wounds yourself, the way you shush the other crewmembers when he's napping. And unlike you, he loves how soft it makes him.

"Take your hand off now."

Though you have a disapproving look, and grimace, you comply, slowly lowering your hand from your cheek.

You look down at your lap once you hear his sharp intake of air, playing with the hem of your shirt.

Zoro can't take his eyes off the cut on your cheekbone, his heart sinking impossibly quickly, cracking when he sees a bruise right under the cut. "What the fuck happened?"

"It just... happened," You mumble weakly.

"Who did it?" Zoro'a voice, once again, is harsh, but you hear the shake in it, worry.

"...I did,"

You know he takes it the wrong way the next second, considering how you answered him, you would have skipped to conclusions yourself.

"You're harming yourself?!"

You interject immediently, reaching out to grab his wrist, "No! God, no, Zoro,"

You haven't said his name until now, and it still manages to send a wave of warmth over his body. The way you are so quick to reassure him, the way you lean into his warmth, how your skin rubs against his comfortingly, it all warms him inside. He's only ever felt warm with you, which is why he loves you so much.

"Then how did it happen?"

At his question, you frown again, but it's less serious than before, it's more of a pout, if anything.

"It's stupid."

"It's not stupid if you're getting hurt."

"You'll think it's stupid,"

"Our captain is Luffy, whatever you do can't be that bad."

Zoro waits patiently for your answer, taking out the band-aid from his pocket. His eyes shine with anticipation, no longer (that) angry, and you're glad he isn't as worried anymore. You hate making him worry.

"I..." You hesitate for a second, tearing your eyes away from his gaze. You decide that it doesn't matter if he laughs or not in the end, because he won't ever see you differently. He's your Zoro, and he'll always be by your side.

"You know how there was a storm last night?"

Your boyfriend's eyebrows raise at your words, and he nods silently, gently sticking the band-aid to your cheek. He blows on it, making sure it's secure.

"I fell off my bed and face planted onto the floor,"

At your words, Zoro completely freezes, his fingers grazing the skin of your jaw. You can't tell what he's quite feeling, as one, you didn't have the pride to look at him for more than 2 seconds, and two, he remains as emotionless as a rock.

"...Zoro?"

Suddenly, there's a sound. A strange sound that comes from him. It's unfamiliar, but... strangely warm. You come to a conclusion that Roronoa Zoro, your cold, stoic boyfriend, is laughing. He's laughing with his whole heart, eyes squinting as he finally smiles, the prettiest, most precious smile you have ever seen.

Zoro's forehead lands on your shoulder as he continues, an arm wrapping around your waist to secure you in place.

"Roronoa Zoro are you laughing at me?"

"N-no–" He snorts. How dare he lie to your face.

Although he did flat out lie to your face, it's endearing. His laugh and smile is new, comforting, and you swear your could listen to it your whole life and not complain.

"I-I'm not laughing at you, I promise!"

"Doesn't look like it," You huff out with a grumble, facing away from, attempting to hide the shy smile curling on your lips.

"N-nooo!" Zoro chuckles. A sudden warm feeling envelops not only your chin, but your whole entire being, as Zoro tilts your head back to him, your heart almost stopping at the sight of his charming grin.

He's grinning.

And it's all because of you.

You have to admit, you're proud of yourself.

"You're just... too adorable,"

"Roronoa Zoro, you're flirting with me now?!"

"Shhh!" He shushes you, though its playful, and loving, placing his index finger on your smiley lips.

You two sit there, alone and together, for minutes on end, unable to let the moment become a memory. Zoro resumes with patching you up, caressing the bruises on your arm comfortingly.

It's moments like these that make you realize just how special you are to Zoro, and just how special he is to you, because who else on planet earth would be able to get him to laugh thay hard, grin that much, and love you that much?

You'd crash into the floor a million times if it meant seeing Zoro's smile, you'd admit to any embarassing moment, if it meant having to hear his melodious laugh.

"You know," He breaks the peaceful silence, causing you to grow concious of how you were staring at him. To be fair, the both of you don't mind staring at each other. What's there to hide? You love him, he loves you.

"you could come nap with me if you want. I could keep you anchored to the bed so you don't fall out again."

Considering how much he valued his hours of sleep, and alone time, this is something big he asks you of, and you feel a sweet warmth stirr in you.

This time, you don't grow shy, or snarl at his sarcastic remark. Rather, you grin at your lover, reaching up to pinch his chin playfully. "You'd like that, huh?"

"Don't say you wouldn't,"

"And if I drag you down with me?"

Zoro shrugs, ruffling your bed-head. "We'll both get to laugh and patch each other up."

You reach up to peck his cheek, before hopping off the counter. "I'll take you up on that someday,"

#roronoa zoro #roronoa zoro x reader #zoro x reader #zoro #one piece #one piece imagines #one piece x reader #roronoa zoro imagines #zoro imagines #one piece live action #opla #roronoa zoro live action #zoro live action

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martinsorbit · 8 months

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Oh hey, it's that sun guy.

After two arduous weeks (Aug 1st - Aug 15th) the Sun cold porcelain figure is COMPLETE! DONE! FINISHED! HE IS HERE IN ALL HIS GLORY

Its been a long (and at times painful) process considering the time it took for all the stuff to dry and for me to have free time to finish this project, but now the silly little jester is in my hands and he looks SO CUTE AND COOL!! HE EVEN HAS A HOOK

Thanks everyone for hyping me up and keeping me motivated during this <3 It literally meant a ton and helped me keep working on this bonkus shit

under the read more, there will be some more details about the figure itself and some more pictures ( Like materials, how much time it took, the process stuff etc)

feel free to ask me questions! thanks everyone!

QUESTIONS ABOUT THE PROCESS!

Q: What materials did you use for this?

A: White Cold Porcelain, Hot Glue, super glue, pencils, pliers, paper clips, scissors, paint, all purpose varnish, paintbrushes, metalic pens

Q: How long did it take to make him?

A: Roughly two weeks

Q: Are you going to make moon too?

A: yes but it will take a while

Q: [X element of suns character design] is missing.

A: trust me, I know. Ive been staring at his model for roughly a whole week and mentally rotating him in my brain , so if something is missing its cuz i was either having a hard time making it or cuz I took creative liberties lmao

Q: How long did it take for the stuff to dry?

A: The cold porcelain abt 3 ish days; Paint took 1 day and the varnish also a day (as it states in the bottle)

FINAL NOTES:

Yes, you can use colored cold porcelain instead of painting it! It's just easier for me to paint it over

- For the love of god, be careful when applying the varnish, that shit is bad for your health! read the instructions, do it in a ventilated area, and NEVER put it too close to your face, or u might get some not so good side effects ( like yer eyes burning)

No, i dont intend on selling him anytime soon sorry ( this was asked before regarding some other cold porcelain thing I did, so I just thought i would add it here)

- If u dont wanna spend too much money on the colors u can just buy some Yellow, Cyan, Magenta, Black and White (CMYK) along with some skin tones; u can basically make any color from those

- I used two of Sun's main poses in the game as inspo for making this

- His faceplate is supposed to spin but since it keeps falling off I decided to glue it

#martinsaysstuff #fnaf #mars artz #fnaf dca #dca #fnaf security breach #fnaf daycare attendant #daycare attendant #sun #five nights at freddy's

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m-ayo-o · 3 months

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megumi…..bunny……….rough…..tail pulling…….?😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

ur back !! i still haven't done your last one... its in my drafts , thriving there with all the other half written things~ here's a short one for ya

notice: GENERAL REQUESTS ARE CLOSED 🍒

tysm for all the super cute asks and stuff !! gonna be busy for a while now but ive got some things queued + gonna work on some longer fics too ^^ m still here tho so come say hey anytime xx (especually u anon, ur ideas are gorrrgeous <3)

21+ megumi x hybrid bunny : your owner can be so cruel sometimes... tail pulling, fingering, spanking, fucking, anal mention 18+

"Ow--! Oh- o- owner!!"

He could get off to this sound, he swears.

"Nh-- oo-owww!!"

You're bent over the kitchen worktop where you were peacefully tidying away the dishes when he returned home.

He texted you to put something skimpy on, and you didn't disappoint. When he arrived home he saw your body barely covered in a tiny apron, you looked gorgeous from behind, with your cute ass on show and your tail poking out.

He stared, his narrow eyes never leaving your frame as he crept up behind you.

He can be silent when he wants.

He knows it's cruel, but he just loves how you react.

You squeal and jump out of your skin at his first contact- a strong hand on the plush of your ass. But he caresses your body and calms you down again, as if he wasn't the one who just scared you half to death.

His cold fingers trace down your naked spine, eliciting a shiver and a flurry of goosebumps. He follows the curve of your back to your ass, finding that cotton white tail.

"Such a pretty little thing." He stands slightly to your side and admires your quivering form, as if you're his prey, caught in his trap.

He palms the soft ball of your tail, drawing out little sighs from you. It always feels nice to be touched there. It's hard to describe the feeling it gives you. It tickles a bit, making your lower back hum with sensitivity, then when he tugs it... you moan.

It feels erotic.

"W-wait- when you pull my tail like that---"

"I know, I know."

It pulls at your two cute holes in tandem, giving them a little stretch.

"Nh- ah-"

He steadies you with his free hand and keeps going, pulling harder until you drop the dishes and cry out.

"O-owner, wait, wait-!"

You have no idea what you've done to deserve this.

"Baby, just let me," he soothes you, long fingers scooping between your thighs, finding the tight heat in the middle. He plays with you there, simultaneously yanking your tail, teaching you slowly that pleasure and pain go hand in hand.

"Good girl, good girl," he coos and watches tears spill from your eyes.

"So pretty, well done bunny," he kisses your cheek and starts drawing the tightest circles around your clit while your thighs spread wider for him with your ass in the air and your boobs smooshed into the marble, spilling out of the apron.

His dexterous fingers swirl through your folds and find your cute little hole.

"You're soaked, bunny."

He pushes you there, revelling in the silky feeling of your entrance.

"You like this really, don't you?"

He tugs you hard, lifting your ass off the counter, making your body jolt with pain. A look of panic crosses your face when he keeps going; intensely pulling you and making you squeak and grab the cold marble, until you start blubbering that it feels good.

He knew it. He just had to get it out of you.

And it was so satisfying.

He has a sadistic smirk on his face now, pulling at your fluffy tail with one hand till you're going limp, while he teases your pussy apart with his fingers. You're desperate to feel them inside you, and he dryly laughs when you start trying to hump his hand.

He watches you get dumb. And then, when you start to pant out his name along with little pleas, he holds your tail up and gives you what you want.

He fingers you till your thighs shake.

Then he keeps going, holding and pulling your tail all the while.

After losing count of your orgasms, you feel his long fingers sliding out.

"Not playing games anymore, bunny."

You hear him mutter, followed by the distinct sound of his zipper.

"Gonna let me fuck you like this?"

You nod. Quickly.

"Good girl. Take my hand."

He holds you tight and buries his dick in you, fucking you senseless and smacking your ass raw, finally cumming when he pulls that little tail up again.

Next time he swears he's gonna fuck you in the ass. And he'll find something new to pull on.

Maybe your ears.

megumi | m.list

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #female reader #18+ content #megumi fushiguro #megumi x reader #megumi <3 #hybrid bunny #bunny reader #bunny hybrid #bunny owner #bunny girl #subby bunny #hybrid reader #hybrid girl #megumi x hybrid #megumi x bunny

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evie-sturns · 4 months

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Glasses - Matt Sturniolo

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summary: you loose your contacts, so your forced to wear your old glasses, you hate it but matt adores them.

contains: cute fluff, swearing, nothing else.

word count: abt 500

requested: yes!

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after 45 minutes of searching for my contact lenses, id officially came to the conclusion that they weren't going to be found anytime soon. "shit." i mumbled to myself as i blindly searched through my closet drawers then unexpectedly feeling the smooth frames of my old glasses from 8th grade "holy shit!" i laughed in disbelief as i held them up in front of me and sliding them on.

"matt you have to come over, i have something to show you!!" i giggle into the phone as i run a hand through my hair "okay, ill be over in a few minutes." matt says confused, then hanging up the phone.

i scoff looking at myself in the mirror, i havent seen myself in glasses in a good 5 years, and its really throwing me off, these look stupid as f- my thoughts are cut off by 3 soft knocks at my front door "its unlocked matt!" i yell out as i hide in the bathroom out of pure embarrassment.

my bedroom door swings open, "hey baby! what did you wanna show me?" matt says, but he is met with no response "where are you sweetheart?" matt calls out again "bathroom." i say giggling as i sit on the edge of the cold bathtub, matts footsteps edge closer to the bathroom "hey can i come in?" matt asks from outside the door"okay but i look stupid, be warned." i say as matt pushes open the door slowly, he looks at me and a wide grin forms on his face "is it bad? i lost my contacts" i say smiling "what are you on? you look so cute!!" matt says walking over to me and picking me up by my ass with his tattooed arm and smothering me in kisses "you think so?" i ask "i know so baby" matt responds instantly before putting me down carefully on the tiles.

"lets go to my room, its so cold in the bathroom." i say dragging him out by his hands, which are covered in silver rings. "wait matt look i got another book, can i tell you about it?" i say excitably as i shut the bedroom door behind us and leap onto my bed "mhm..!" matt says reluctantly as he sits next to me on the bed, facing me "okay so!" i begin as i tell matt about the book ive been reading for a few minutes, but then abruptly stop "matt?" i question then suddenly matt snaps out of his daydreaming. "are you even listening to me?" i say and matt wipes the side of his face "your just so pretty." matt says softly as he maintains eye contact, but i can see him fidgeting with his rings, my cheeks flush red and a grin spreads across my face "oh mattt, your so precious," i say smiling as i lean forward and pull him into a gentle kiss.

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omfg im screaming this is so cute wtffffff

#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo fluff

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moshpitgamma · 4 months

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DARDYDFYXDRDF I LOVE YOUR SMUT WRITING!! CAN YOU DO ROCK ZOMBIE BRANCH AND POPPY WITH A SHY READER NSFW HEADCANONS OR ONESHOT??

Finna tell both of them LEMME BUSS A NUTTT😝✨, but ofcc I can write one😏. ENJOYYYY!!

Rock Branch x Shy Reader x Rock Poppy||NSFW Headcannons

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☠️✨Being in a relationship with them automatically means you’re up for freaky shit 24/7.

☠️✨Rock Zombie Branch is the type of man to wanna always have his hands on you or inside of your clothes. It usually results in you getting flustered and turnt on by his boldness and neediness.

☠️✨Rock Zombie Poppy is the type of girl to whisper R rated things in your ear or wrap her hand around your neck to put you in your place whenever you speak out of term.

☠️✨Branch is 100% a power bottom and just subs to you and Poppy if you guys command him to do something (mostly Poppy)

☠️✨Poppy is a top and will go by top rules anytime she feels like you or Branch is trying to assert dominance or you guys are being brats.

☠️✨POPPY LIVES FOR PUNISHMENTS!!! This girl is a mean Dom and she is praying and hoping y’all step outta line just so she can punish y’all and feel pleasure.

☠️✨Poppy’s kinks are: Overstimulation, degrading, bondage, and edging

☠️✨Branch’s Kinks are: Bondage, praising, voyeursim, and sadism

☠️✨Branch sometimes encourages you to be rough with him, but you sometimes disagree or turn it down cause you don’t wanna hurt your good boy.😏

☠️✨Poppy on the other hand likes to make you watch her manhandle and give Branch pleasure by causing tiny pulses of pain or light slaps to the face or ass

☠️✨If you start to bottom out or get shy when speaking to Poppy, she will grab you by your neck and force you to look at her. (MAJOR TURN ON😝😫)

☠️✨Branch loves to make marks on your body and sometimes sinks his teeth in you just to get a good taste of his s/o delicate red liquid (blood🤭)

☠️✨Poppy isn’t one to make noise during sex, but will give praises and occasional groans if you and Branch please her very well that day

☠️✨BRANCH WHINES LIKE A PORNSTAR!!! Whenever he gets too loud from the pleasure, Poppy has to either make out with him or you make him give you head, so he can put them vibrations to good use🤭

☠️✨Poppy likes giving than she does receiving, but enjoys it nun of the less

☠️✨Branch loves to give. He’s ok with receiving but he just wants to please you and Poppy.

☠️✨Poppy will often tease you and Branch in public and will do it in a crowd. She would also say if you and Branch get caught, she’s gonna punish you both when y’all get home. For her it adds to the adrenaline and excitement of her getting to fuck y’all silly

☠️✨Aftercare for them is just a whole bunch of cuddles and a warm grouped bubble bath…

Sorry for being inactive for a long time. Ive just been dealing with a lot of mental health problems resulting some distant family and I just wanted to let y’all know that I’m ok and that more stories are coming soon!!! Also thank the ones that’s been checking in on me🤍🤎 I really appreciate you all!!!

#rock zombie branch #rock zombie poppy #trolls #brozone x reader #trolls band together #brozone #trolls 3 #trolls branch #trolls viva #trolls world tour #trolls world tour x reader #trolls x reader

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ilwonuu · 2 months

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OMG IVE LITERALLY BEEN DYING OF BINNIE BRAIN ROT AND I CANNOT FOR THE LIFE OF ME STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM IN THAT BLACK TANK TOP WITH THE RED JACKET HALF OFF YK WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT...... hear me out. that changbin spitting into your mouth and then proceeding to pound you into the mattress. I would pass away. #needseochangbintorailmewithinaninchofmylifegang

thank you for reading my very unhinged thoughts and please put this on my tombstone if I happen to die. 🙏☺️

YOU GOT IT ANON!! i will be dying after this as well. i hope you like<3

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- rough -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

↴ seo changbin

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𐙚 summary- pure smut LITERALLY

𐙚 warnings- rough sex, dom!changbin, sub!reader, dirty talk, spitting in mouth(pls bin), needy reader lmfao, unprotected sex(ofc u know me), pet names

𐙚 a/n- sorry this is so short… working on a longer changbin fic hopefully soon😅😅 (send in any ideas u have)

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your boyfriend knows exactly what that outfit does to you. that’s exactly why he is wearing it right now. standing in front of you as you sit on the bed looking at him.

“what do you want?” he asks with a teasing tone. “fuck me binnie.” he does not need to be told twice. your clothes coming off quickly as he hovers over you starting to fuck you roughly.

“open up baby.” you hear his voice in between thrusts. you have never open ur mouth quicker. he spits into your mouth.

you moan at the action not wasting anytime to swallow it. he watches you swallow it moaning at you action. his thrusts getting more desperate as he does. wanting to cum.

his hand wrapped around your neck. his jacket sloppily hanging off his body. his movements rough but gentle enough to not hurt you. his dick hitting your g-spot over and over.

the way he looks is making your arousal drip more. him smirking as he can hear you get wetter.

“so close b-binnie..” he smiles down at you. kissing your neck as he gets you to cum. “cum for me baby.” his voice helping you get to that point. the tone just sends you over the edge. you’re cumming immediately. “such a good girl for me.” he whispers into your skin as he cums shortly after.

his cum filling you up. you moaning at the feeling sad when he finally pulls out. “let’s get ready for bed soon hm?” he says innocently giving you a big smile.

#skz stay #skz x reader #skz fanfic #skz smut #skz imagines #skz scenarios #skz #skz changbin #changbin #changbin smut #changbin fic #changbin skz #stray kids fic #stray kids smut #stray kids #stray kids changbin #binnie #seo changbin

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heartofwritiing · 6 months

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home is wherever you are tonight

paring: cc!wilbur soot x fem!reader

summary: its your birthday, a day you dread every year due to bad memories, and wilbur manages to change your mindset.

authors note: this has been sitting in my drafts since march and i forgot about it oops. this is completely self indulgent. Ive dreaded my birthday for the past five years because of personal reasons… i thought maybe writing a non-shitty fake birthday would make me feel better so, it did lol. enjoy!! :)

warnings: self indulgent, mentions of childhood trama, negative past events, mentions of toxic family, fluff, Wilbur being the cutest-best boyfriend, hurt-comfort, yes the title is a lyric from a lizzy mcalpine song.. unedited!

The day had come. the day you dreaded every year for as long as you could remember. it was your birthday.

Most people would be elated about turning another year older, to celebrate but not you. Instead, it filled you with utter disinterest and resentment. To you, it was just another day on the calendar.

Ever since you could remember you’ve just hated your birthday. Each year just felt like they got worse and worse with the number of times You had been let down. Whether it was by family drama or people just forgetting. It was the same every year. So when you finally moved away from your toxic relatives you pretty much forget about it. Only remembering when you'd get a text from your parents to wish you a happy birthday. At least they remembered now that you were gone...

You were relieved when no one at work had brought it up. you never really talked to your coworkers about your personal life, you weren't that type of person. Still, you were grateful the only attention you got today was from one of your peers Matt, asking about the printer in the office not working right.

When you walked into your flat, what you weren’t expecting was too see your boyfriend standing near the door waiting for you.

“why didn’t you tell me it was your birthday?” Wilbur asks in a slightly offended tone.

The front door hasn’t even shut yet and he’s caught you completely off guard with his question. Your heart drops in your stomach.

“hello to you too,” you snort, putting your bag down and sliding your jacket off. "And how'd you even know?" Avoiding the question. Cause that will make this better.

he sighs.

“Answer the question please, love,”

You’re toeing off the uncomfortable shoes you were required to wear at your job as you blankly bink back at him.

You can tell by the frowned expression on his face that he wasn’t just gonna let you drop this anytime soon. His arms are crossed over his sweater, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows as his curls fall around his eyes.

“maybe because it's not a big deal,” you shrugged. Wilbur stops you with a hand on your shoulder before you can escape to your shared room. It wasn't forceful but gentle, his eyes asking you to stay, talk, anything. You just wanted to go to bed and sleep until your shift tomorrow and just forget about this whole day.

"What do you mean by that?" he asks. "I don't particularly like my birthday but still celebrate with friends, family, and loved ones."

There it was.

You wanted to avoid this.

"Look, I don't want to pressure you into talking about this, you can tell me when you're ready. I can tell how uncomfortable you got when I asked you outright why you didn't say anything about it being your birthday, I'm sorry..."

You could tell he was just confused and who could blame him. You had only been dating for about a year and finally moved in together last month. He didn't want to pressure you into anything you weren't ready for, which was one of the many things you adored about him. Always so patient and thoughtful about your feelings and well-being.

There was no avoiding it now as he asked the question. Your heart beating in your ears.

“Why don’t you like your birthday, love?”

“well…” you began, but you could feel the lump in your throat forming as you thought carefully how to put it. You clear your throat and take a deep breath. “I just, have a lot of trauma revolving around today,”

Wilbur has moved slowly towards you now, almost like you were a spooked animal and he was trying to calm you. He listened carefully as you spoke slowly.

“my parents fought a lot growing up, and even on my birthday they just didn’t seem to care, even for one day, so i mostly spent my birthdays alone.”

The look in his eyes says it all. He feels so heartbroken for you. You collapsed into his chest and he wrapped you in his arms, squeezing you firmly and you felt the weight in your chest fading.

"Well listen, I got you your favorite type of cake, a good bottle of wine, not that cheap shit, the really nice one we liked. we're gonna sit on the couch and eat, and you can tell me all about your day." he pauses only to bring your face out from his chest to look you in your eyes. "and then, we're gonna cuddle and I'm gonna tell you how much I love and appreciate you."

With that, he strokes your cheeks with his thumbs and kisses your nose softly. You swear that press of his lips was what made you cave. You began to break down in front of him.

Wilbur's hands seem to be the only thing keeping you upright at the moment. If he wasn't holding you, you were sure you would have fallen to your knees by now. You sob silently as you take his wrists in your hands but don't remove them from your cheeks. The intensity of the long work day and all the recurring memories this day brought you every year, combined with Wilbur's sweet gestures and words made you break.

You felt everything come down on you all at once, yet there Wilbur was, always waiting for you at the end of the day. Always there to comfort you and support you. So these weren’t sad tears no, they were happy tears. Finally, you found someone who cherished you and cared for you enough.

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ive been marinating in this neuvillette thought for days and it is. you know how it rains when he cries. well. what if it starts raining all of a sudden bc his partner is domming him and it just feels so good and he feels so loved he starts crying in pleasure like rip fontaine its rainy hours now

violently ill at this thought rn...also i love that you used "marinating" i might have to steal it i've never written dom reader before so i hope this doesn't suck i'm sorry

it's raining in fontaine again.

not a storm, with raindrops so heavy that they feel like bullets hitting one's skin.

drizzling, soft rain. disappearing as quickly as it came, that people barely have time to dig out their umbrellas before the sky clears again.

of course, rain is nothing new to the people of fontaine, but rather a habitual occurrence. it is said that dark clouds form and rain falls when the hydro dragon weeps. a beautiful legend, yet not many truly believe in it.

but to neuvillette, chief justice of the opera epilesce, the dragon sovereign of this sacred land, whose name people admire but whose face people rarely see, being in his current position is anything but habitual.

his hands are bound to the bedpost by a pair of shiny handcuffs - just where did you get those? he makes a note to interrogate wriothesley later for ever lending you these - but not that he really minds, of course. his white ruffled blouse is rolled up to expose his porcelain skin, slightly damp with a layer of sweat. the veins in his forearms become just that much more prominent with every tug and pull, desperate to be able to touch you.

he’s nearing his orgasm for what feels like the tenth time now, yet you show no sign of granting him his release anytime soon. your hand expertly pumps his cock, now red and leaking in angry protest, occasionally running your thumb over his sensitive tip. his body jolts in response, toes curled and hips bucking into your hand.

neuvillette’s skin burns a deeper shade of red as he thinks of just how lewd his current position is. but before he can fathom another thought, the pink of your lips wrap around his cock and he almost explodes in your mouth at the feather light touch alone.

“please, let me-”

you release him with a loud pop, “let you what?”

he musters a deep, guttural groan at the sudden loss of contact, “let me cum, please.”

you only hum in response. he’s been doing so well, so good for you that maybe he deserves a reward - just not the one he had in mind.

quickly ridding yourself of your lower garments, you straddle him on the bed before slowly moving up. neuvillette curses under his breath in anticipation, eyes fluttering shut before pulling you closer to his waiting mouth, hands instinctively wanting to touch you but are met with a sharp tug of the metal instead.

“be good and stay put for me,” you tut, the rest of your sentence dies in your throat when he impatiently wraps his mouth around your aching clit, the familiar warmth forcing a loud moan off your cherry lips. every noise you make is like fuel to him, silently encouraging him to go deeper, faster, temporarily forgetting about the pathetic state of his cock, rock hard against his stomach and almost dripping precum from several denied orgasms.

he picks up his pace and grows bolder, dipping the tip of his tongue into your folds to get a better taste of you. soon you’re shaking and cumming on his face, juices dripping down his chin before he licks up every single drop, not letting any of your essence go to waste. violet eyes are three shades darker when you finally come down from your high, his skin glistening and his breath fanning across your core in heavy pants.

you smile at him, lazily playing with a strand of his hair as you lean down to kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips. neuvillette kisses back eagerly, head lifting from the pillows to get better access to your mouth, teeth and tongue clashing as you reposition your core by his aching cock.

“seems like you deserve a little reward,” you whisper when you finally break the kiss for air, a string of saliva connecting your swollen lips, and your tongue pokes out to lick it off of his mouth, a sight so lewd yet so beautiful that he begins to think he’s dreaming.

a whimper escapes him before he can stop it, but what use does dignity have anyways when your warm cunt is grinding against his erection? the tip of his cock catches on your clit deliciously with every sway of your hips, and perhaps he’s still sensitive from the relentless play session earlier, his breaths quickly become heavy pants as you grind into him, coating his length in your slick.

and then he begs.

his words so dirty that they become a sin, one that the gods could never hear of. forget the seven or the dragon sovereign, all he can think about is to be snugly inside you and feeling your walls milk out every last drop of him. despite being rendered powerless by something as trivial as (human) handcuffs - what a shame - the primal desires in him still wants to breed you. to mark your insides and claim it as his.

a high pitched noise escapes him when you finally end the teasing and lower yourself onto him, your wetness making a small squelch as you sink into his length, moaning out from feeling so utterly full. neuvillette is not much clearer headed, the tight squeeze of your pussy around his abused cock threatens to make him cum right there, before you even start moving.

luckily for him, you have grown desperate from all the teasing too, looking to chase the remnants of your high. you lift your hips up before slamming back down onto him, the tip of his cock reaching the most delicious places inside you. you waste no time in picking up the pace, your tits bouncing with the rhythm of your hips that all he wants is to reach out and hold them, pinch your pink nipples between his fingers and feel the perfect weight of your breasts in his palms.

if only he could touch you. even in your desperate chase for another high you don’t forget to praise him, muttering dirty words about how big he is and how good he’s making you feel. still you show no sign of freeing him from his restraints anytime soon, no matter how many pleases he whispers in between moans.

he is so helpless under you, the sight of it filling you with so much satisfaction that you can't help but want to draw out his orgasm despite feeling so close yourself. his tip twitches inside you and you lift your hips up, the emptiness soon replaced by smugness when you notice the tears pricking his lash line, a visual proof of

and it rains outside. raindrops like translucent whispers tapping against the windowpane with a rhythmic cadence, the sound barely audible above the heavy pants and mumbled pleas next to your ear. the tip of his cock is an angry red and your lover is reduced to a blabbering mess as he strains against the handcuffs, toned muscles flexing and his porcelain skin flushes with heat, drops of drool at the corner of his downturned lips as he pleads for mercy.

"you've been so good for me," you press a kiss to his lips and taste him on your tongue, salty and sweet and dizzying.

the metal clinks as it falls to the floor, and before you know it his hands are on you like a man starved. you squeal in surprise when he wastes no time in lowering you onto him again and thrusting into you with renewed fervour, reaching so deep into you that you are seeing stars with every delicious drag of his cock in your walls.

the drizzle slows as the clouds stop their weeping, puddles on the pavement being the only evidence of the earlier downpour. neuvillette is finally granted his release and paints your insides white after what felt like hours of torment. you collapse on top of him, legs quivering from your own high, and neither of you says a single word as your breathing slows to normal.

"you think they'd need an umbrella again anytime soon?"

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Therapy pt.3

Matt sturniolo x y/n / fem reader

Smutt, kinks, dom matt, punishments, a lot of crazy shit to do with the kinks discussed in the two therapy sessions. Lots of dirty shit honestly too much to put in the warning so … 🫦

Matts pov-

Im so worked up right now. After her saying she likes a challenge I just could not handle it anymore. I know its not appropriate to have sex with a client but fuck me with y/n I just cant control myself.

Since the first session she's been running through my mind. She is absolutely beautiful for one and the kinks she has are music to my ears whenever she reads them off. Ive had multiple dreams about the nasty depraved things I want to do to her and after tonight I don't know if we’ll be able to go back to just a therapist client relationship.

I see the way she looks at me when she thinks im not paying attention and fuck the way she bites her lip nervously after reading her kinks is so hot to me. She is such a dirty girl but hides it all under this sweet innocent persona and it drives me wild. I want to see her brake for me ... hear her begging me to let her cum and watching her unravel over and over until she's crying and begging for me to stop.

Tonight I will finally get what ive always wanted and the best part is I know she’ll let me . I don't think she caught it but when she described her type in our first session she pretty much described me perfectly. The tattoos , dark hair , blue eyes, a dark mysterious persona and not too mention her size kink.

Y/n is not super short but compared to me she looks so small and it drives me wild anytime she looks up at me when I stand in front of her . She constantly has bedroom eyes and thats one feature I love on her gorgeous little face . Im 6'4 and she's probably around 5'7 so as you can imagine the height difference is a good amount . (Ik this man’s is a cool 5’8 but we gonna act like he ain’t alright)

As she sits next to me in the car I cant help but watch her as her thighs squeeze tightly together and her breathing is slightly fast. I wonder what her gorgeous little mind is thinking knowing im taking her back home with me. I know she was tipsy when she said those words to me but drunk words are sober thoughts and im so glad she finally made it clear she is also attracted to me .

These 15 minutes need to go bye quick ... because once I get her inside this damn house she in for a very long night.

Your pov-

Your going crazy in his passenger seat your mind is running wild with possibility’s of what is going to happen.

The thought of him above me with his hand around my neck as he fucks into you so hard your crying is on a non stop loop in your mind you’ve been clenching your thighs for so long they are cramping . You’ve tried to think about anything else but every time you try every thought turns into him again. He's consuming your mind and you cant wait for him to consume every other part of you.

The fact he is in a high class b.d.s.m club also tells you a lot . All the men there are dominants of high power and class . Your mind wanders back to the two men Matt had introduced you to and honestly you feel bad that they will probably never hear from you but now that you know you can have Matt you don't even want to look at them again.

You were sonly entertaining them just incase u had to settle for the next best choice but you know Matt is going to ruin you tonight and after this there is no going back and you pray this car ride is almost over.

How much longer do we have

About 10 more minutes ... why

I just really have to pee this isn't a lie I do have to pee but we all know the real reason I wanted to know

don't worry were almost there

he sets his hand on your thigh causing your breathe to hitch , even the smallest touch from his hand has your pussy clenching and pulsing. he rubs small circles with his thumb causing you to let out a soft sigh but it came out more like a moan.

you don't try to cover it up you just keep looking out the window as the trees pass by and you finally pull up to a large black gate.

It opens when he presses a button and he slowly makes his way up the very long windy road leading up to what you can only guess is the house.

There are lights lining the road every few feet and there are old looking willow trees scattered along the sides . It's beautiful yet creepy at the same time.

The car come to a stop and you look through the front windshield at a beautiful modern gothic mansion

Wow Matt your house is just ... wow

Thank you me and my brothers have a love for gothic style architecture

god you drive my dream car and live in my dream house could you be more perfect

he laughs softly Well if you like the outside you’ll love the inside come on

you smile at him as you rush out of the car excited to see the interior of his gorgeous home

he gets out locking the car and taking your hand in his as he leads you to the front door and unlocks it letting you enter first .

you walk into the most breathe taking foyer.

Holy fuck you look around already involve with the house and this is only the entrance

im guessing you like it

LOVE it

he smiles and chuckles

wait till you see the victorian greenhouse in the back he says smiling at you leading you into the living room

God this house keeps getting better and better you say as you take in the dark interior of the living room.

I think your gonna love the kitchen come on he says leading you down a dark emerald green hallways into a large kitchen.

You're right I do love it . You guys love dark colors huh

yeah I guess so he says looking around actually realizing most of the house is black with dark accent colors.

I like it a lot even though its dark it doesn't feel depressing

yeah I agree . Okay time for the greenhouse

Oh . my .god this is beautiful . I have an entire Pinterest board for my dream house and i've always loved the idea of having a interior greenhouse but this is just beautiful you start walking around looking at all the flowers and plants they have growing around .

Yeah My brother nick loves this part of the house he actually does most of the planting and stuff

he has great taste in flowers night rider lilys are my favorite flower

He would talk your ear off for hours about all these flowers if he could

I would probably love that actually I mean this is just beautiful . Your lucky to have this in your house I hope you know that

oh I do trust me but lets go upstairs I wanna show you my favorite room

okay you say taking his hand as he leads you down another dark hallways leading to a spiral staircase .

As you reach the last step it enters into a large library

wow this is by far my favorite room

I knew you'd like it go up those stairs and look on the middle 3 shelves I think you'll like that section he says smirking

you take the staircase up and go to the shelves he told you too . You look at the books noticing they are all dark romance books . They are all hard covers and you trace them with your fingers landing on one in particular . Haunting Adeline by H.D Carlton your favorite book you've read by far.

Matt steps behind you placing his hands on your hips .

You read haunting Adeline?

multiple times . I love this book

is that what started your stalker fantasies

It didn't start it but it definitely made it 10 times worse

what did start them he asks as you traced over other books that you've read

Honestly from a young age I always had thought in my brain that someone was or could be watching me through my window . My childhood home had woods behind and around the right side so I was always paranoid someone was out there but I guess... as I grew up the idea became appealing instead of scary.

mmm you like the cat and mouse game don't you... he moves closer to you as his lips brush your earlobe you like feeling like prey being hunted by a large ... scary ... predator hmmm . Don't you ?

you moan at the feel of his hands on you and the dirty words he said too you

I asked you a question he says as one of his hands travels up to your neck gripping it and spinning you around .

Now answer it... he says in a deep husky voice

y-yes I like it

mm such a depraved little slut aren't you

you moan not knowing what to say

never being satisfied ... having to come to me he says as he steps closer making your back hit the wall of books and you have to arch your neck that his hand is still around to look up at him towering over you.(again were pretending that this man isn't 5'8 alright) Telling me all the dirty ... depraved things you crave

you moan.

im gonna give you everything you want ... and your gonna thank me over and over

Jesus Christ you moan as you feel the wetness pooling in your underwear and slightly dripping down your thigh. You've never been so aroused in your life and all you want to do is beg him to touch you

his hand that was on your hip travels under your dress and up your thigh as his long fingers reach the inner of your thigh he groans

Such a little slut . Your so turned on its running down your thigh and I haven't even touched you yet

you whine as his hand slowly inches closer to where you need hm most

your gonna have to wait... the house tour isn't over yet

oh fuck you you sigh out. You're so turned on its driving you crazy .

excuse me he says gripping your throat even tighter and grabbing your face with his other making you look at him. You whine as you feel your teeth pressing into your cheeks from his tight hold.

you might want to watch your tone with me he says staring intently in your eyes.

yes sir you bite back your words laced with attitude

he lets go of your face and yanks you by your hand after him.

You make your way into a long hallway with a couple doors on each side

He opens the first one and its a fairly large bathroom

nice bathroom okay next room

someone is eager huh he says as he leads you to the next door

this is my brother chris's room

oh nice

then he walks to the next door farther down the hall on the left

and this is my brother nicks room

do you all live on the same floor ?

no my room is on the basement level

oh ... why?

you'll see he says as he leads you to the last room.

this is chris's at home studio he says as you let go of his hand and walk around looking at all the equipment.

does he make music ?

Sometimes yeah but he's more into producing backtracks and beats and stuff

that so cool

yeah the man loves his music . Come on I wanna show you the backyard

he leads you out of the room and down another flight of stairs leading out to the backyard.

This is one of my favorite parts of the house

wow the pool is amazing

yeah its great. and its heated so you can use it all year round

damn thats nice

yeah its pretty great but come on I saved the best rooms for last

he leads you back inside the house and leads you down a dark flight of stairs to the basement level .

The stairs lead into another living room

wow its dark down here

yeah I like it dark it feels ... cozy to me

mmm you hum as you look at the dark blue couch and the nice fire place behind it.

he leads you down another long hallway to the room at the end.

This is my room he says before opening the door

mmm its dark but cozy I like it

and that is my closet over there and this is my bathroom

mm its like your own apartment down here

yeah I love my brothers a lot but I like to have my own space

I get that , do you mind if I use the bathroom real quick

not at all go ahead he says as you swiftly make your way into the bathroom closing the door behind you. You had been holding in your pee for the entire house tour.

you make your way to the toilet and finally relieve yourself with a sigh. As you sit you look around the large bathroom noticing the nice ass shower. Your mind wanders to things you'd love to do with him in that shower.

You finish up and wash your hands and make your way back out into the room .

Matt is in the middle of taking off dress shirt and you cant help but watch the way his back muscles tense as he pulls in off and sets it in a laundry hamper.

he pulls on a black sweatshirt he must have changed into his sweatpants while you were in the bathroom .

He turns around noticing you .

Feel better

yes much better. I held it in for a while

he chuckles and then walks closer to you as he bends down and lifts one of your feet you balance yourself by placing a hand on his shoulder. He takes of your heel and then the other.

You sigh feeling so much more comfortable .

Go into my closet and grab a sweatshirt I know you probably want to get out of that dress

as you make your way to the closet he slaps your ass causing you to gasp.

you smile as you make your way into the large walk in closet and finding a line of sweatshirt hung on the top rack .

you grab a grey sweatshirt and start undoing your dress as it slips off . You weren't wearing a bra under the dress so all you have under his large sweatshirt is your lace thong that is soaked with your arousal from earlier.

you walk back out and he smiles at you .

You look good in my sweatshirt

yeah its comfy too to say as you hold your arms out looking down .

its fits big on you since he's significantly taller than you.

I have a feeling I won't be getting it back anytime soon

yeahhh don't hold your breathe you say smiling back at him.

ready for the last room

mhm you smile knowing you're finally going to be getting what you want after this last room.

he leads you out of his room and down a small hall leading to a large door at the end .

I think you'll like this one he says with a smirk on his face.

he opens the door and turns on the light . Your mouth drops as you see what the room is.

A fucking sex dungeon

you walk around the room looking at all the whips and ropes that line the left wall. The right wall is adorned with blindfolds and other kind of restraints .

you still think you can handle me he says in your ear as he swiftly walks around you with his hand on your waist

you make eye contact nodding your head hoping hell finally touch you.

take the sweatshirt off he says sternly.

you slowly lift it over your head as your nipple immediately harden since this part of the house is cooler than the rest.

he groans at the sight of your bare body in front of him.

he slowly traces a hand down your face then neck and then he reaches your tits as he pulls on your nipples causing you to moan from the pain and pleasure.

he pulls on them harder making you gasp for air .

his hands move to your waist as he effortlessly picks you up and holds under your thighs to keep you up as you wrap your legs around his waist.

he brings his mouth to your neck biting and sucking leaving marks as you moan from the feeling.

you sound so beautiful he goes back into your neck leaving more marks.

your legs tighten around his waist as he bites down harshly on your shoulder

fuck you gasp as he lets go and kisses it softly

he sets you down and spins you around walking you over to the couch and bending you over the arm rest .

he bends down so his mouth is at your ear

I think you need to learn some manners hmm

you know that he's probably referring to the library when you coped an attitude with him .

all you do is shake your head yes

use your words y/n . he says in a harsh tone that has you pulsing around nothing.

yes you say sounding out of breathe .

yes what ...

yes sir

good girl

you hear him walk away but stay where he put you .

you hear him step back behind you and feel something cold run along your left ass cheek . You lay there waiting for what he's going to do .

Something slaps down on your cheek causing you to gasp . It didn't hurt but it definitely would leave a mark if he smacks harder.

you know what this is ? he asks seeing if you'll guess correctly

ummm I don't know

he smacks down the object again with more force causing your hips to buck harshly into the arm rest.

take a guess and maybe ill go easy on you

fuck umm I... a crop wip

he smacks down on your other cheek

such a smart girl

you moan at his praise as he smacks down again.

he tosses it on the couch and grabs you to stand up by your hair causing you to whine.

You have no idea what I want to do to you right now

you let out a quiet moan .

Please . Do anything you want .use me

yeah you want me to treat you like the dirty little slut you are his tone making it evident he's smirking.

yes... fuck please

he lets go of your hair and walks over to the wall of blindfolds picking up a blue satin one and walking back over to you .

turn around he says as he stands in front of you .

You do as he says and he ties it around your eyes and nots it at the back securing it tightly .

you run your hands over the silky cool material smiling .

he guides you by your waist until he pushes you down to sit on the edge of the couch your back arching into the back of the couch.

his hands move up and down your sides until he reaches your panty lines and pulls them down your legs slowly .

spread your legs for me show me how much of a mess i've made you

you spread your legs and he groans

such a pretty little pussy he says before placing soft wet kisses on your inner thighs causing you to squirm in anticipation.

his breathe hits your sensitive clit and your hips buck . You want him to finally touch you so badly you just cant help yourself .

he places a soft kiss on your clit causing you to moan .

fuck... please

tell me what you want

please I need your mouth so bad

mmm he groans before diving into your pussy as he licks and sucks .Fuck he's good at this . Your breathing is erratic as you squirm under him .

oh- my god fuck

yeah ... am I making you feel good he says before going back to sucking your clit

yes fuck so good you moan out . He starts flicking his tongue in the perfect spot that has your legs trembling.

Oh FUCK oh my god right there

he smirks against your pussy as he inserts a finger inside your gushing entrance eliciting a loud moan from you.

Oh my god fuck im so close

Cum for me sweetheart cover my mouth with it

his words immediately send you tumbling over the edge as your legs tremble and you're gasping for air .

such a good girl for me he says as you come down from your high and he pulls his finger out of you .

your catching your breathe as he licks his fingers clean.

such a sweet little pussy he groans .

get up he says in a raspy tone you immediately obey standing up and waiting for more instruction.

he walks over to the wall of restraints and ropes he picks a set and walks back over to you .He pulls off the blindfold and throws it down.

you blink adjusting to the lights then looking down at what's in his hand.

you smile and he notices.

come on he says making you walk in front of him .

he watches the way your ass moves when you walk making him even more painfully hard than he already is.

you make it back in his room and he shuts the door harshly then grabs you buy the back of the neck.

hands behind your back

you hold them behind your back and he puts the wrist restrains on securing them enough they won't slip off but not tight enough to hurt.

walk to the end of the bed

You walk slowly to the end of the bed as he trails closely behind.One you reach the end he moves your hair and tells you to hold it . He then secures the neck piece of the restraints. It holds your head at and angle that is slightly uncomfortable but you enjoy it.

He pulls his sweatshirt off and he spins you around to face him.

You look so beautiful all restrained for me

you smile up at him as your eyes trail his upper body the best they can with the restraints .

he pushes your shoulders down as he makes you sit on the edge of the bed.

he slowly unties the string of his sweatpants and slides them down and kicks them off.

Your gonna be a good girl and let me fuck that pretty little mouth

you moan in agreement.

his bulge is right in front of your face causing you to gulp. He is definitely not small and that makes you slightly nervous.

He starts pulling down his boxers causing his rock hard dick to pop out and slap you on the face. You jump not expecting it which makes him chuckle.

Open .

you open your mouth and he shoves his middle and ring finger into your mouth you gag slightly as they hit the back of your mouth and your eyes water.

mmm were gonna need to work on that he says as you gag on his finger the farther he pushes back.

He pulls them out and strokes his long thick length a couple times before looking down at you smirking.

he taps his dick on your lips telling you to open your mouth .

The second you open your mouth he slides into it and slowly thrusts in and out . His girth has the corners of your mouth stretching and your jaw hurts from how wide you have to keep your mouth open .

he grabs the back of your head and starts thrusting hard and fast. You're gagging and coughing around him causing him to groan .

Fuck look at you drooling and gagging . Such a fucking mess for me

you moan around him as tears roll down your face and spit is dripping out of the sides of your mouth and down your chin and neck. His thrust get harder his tip bruising your throat with each thrust. You're crying as your eyes get foggy from your mascara bleeding into them. You're gagging loudly as he goes deeper down your throat.

You try moving your hand to his thighs only to remember they are secured behind your back. So you try the next best thing and start trying to inch further up the bed and away from him which only seems to make him thrust more aggressively.

nahuh don't try and get away ... you said you'd be a good girl for me he grunts out horsly as his breathing is loud and curses pour out of his mouth signaling he's close.

I'm gonna fill this pretty little mouth and your gonna swallow all of it you understand he groans out as you nod your head the best you can .

he harshly thrusts a couple more times before burying himself as deep as he can go and fills your throat and mouth with his cum. He pulls out and slaps his hand over your mouth.

You better fucking swallow it. he says in a harsh tone that has your pussy gushing.

you swallow down the thick liquid furrowing your brows from the weird texture. He takes his hand off your mouth .

good girl listening so well he says before gently stroking your lips with his thumb. You hum at the soft touch and lean into it.

stand up you immediately stand up and look up at him with teary bedroom eyes.

he spins you around and bends you over the side of the bed .

He runs his hand down your back and grabs onto the chain connected to the back of the collar pulling your head back so you're looking at him. You whimper at the way the collar part tightens with the angle.

You want me to fuck you dumb he asks with a cocky smile on his face.

you nod and he slaps you on the ass with his free hand.

Use your fucking words when I ask you a question

y-yes I want you to fuck me

tell me how bad you want it ... beg for it he says making the chain a bit tighter in his hand.

p-please I want it so bad please your voice coming out broken and raspy.

mmm beg louder i wanna hear the desperation int that pretty little voice of yours

please Please fuck me I want it so bad PLEAse

mmm you sound so pretty when you beg he says as he lets go of the chain and your head falls onto the mattress .

his hand runs further down your ass to your throbbing core.

he slides a finger in causing you to whimper .

Fuck you're so wet. You like having my dick down your throat don't you

you moan in agreement causing him to slap your ass hard.

don't you he says deeply .

y-yes I love it

such a little slut he says as he adds another finger and starts moving them in and out at a pace that has your toes curling.

f-fuck oh my-

yeah you like my fingers

y-yes sir f-fuck I love them

he groans at you calling him sir and he speeds up his fingers curling them to hit the perfect spot that has your legs starting to tremble and your orgasm building at a fast pace.

oh- fuck I-im gonna cum

not until you beg for it

f-fuck oh god

don't even think about cumming without my permission he says slapping your ass as you loudly moan into the mattress.

F-fuck please can I cum fuck please please

hold it

b-but your breathing so hard as you try on focus on not cumming.

I know you can do it

fuck I- cant please let me cum fuck please

no your gonna hold it until I say you can cum

you whine in protest as your eyes swell with tears and your legs are shaking as your hands ball into fists

f-fuck I c-cant you cry out as it starts to get painful holding it back

yes you fucking can his pace gets faster and you break not being able to hold it anymore.

did you just fucking cum after I told you not too

you orgasm so hard around his fingers you don't even care he's angry you couldn't follow directions.

I t-told you I could hold it

he pulls you up by the chain causing you to gasp and cry out from the force.

he sits down and throws you over his knees.

you are going to learn to follow directions

you whine knowing he's about to make you regret that last orgasm.

his hand comes down on your ass causing you to whine

your gonna take as many spankings as I see fit and your gonna thank me for every single one

his hand comes down harshly causing your ass to sting

f-fuck thank you sir

his hand comes down on the same spot at least 15 times before you're crying and begging him to stop .

m-matt please it hurts you cry out as his hand comes down again.

im sorry who his hands come down at a fast pace hitting your stinging red cheek at least 5 times.

OW F-fuck sir please I- cant t-take anymore please im sorry I won't do it again

he rubs his hand softly over your red and raised ass cheek admiring his large hand print that is now imprinted in the skin and tracing the blood vessels that burst around the print smiling to himself.

you think you learned your lesson he asks in a softer voice.

yes sir I promise I will listen from now on you sigh out . Your ass cheek is stinging so much and your breathing is erratic from crying.

he helps you stand up before he pushes you back over the edge of the bed again . His strokes. his rock hard dick a couple times before he runs the tip through your wet folds .

he slowly pushes in causing you to hiss from the stretch he's so big that you know no matter how slow he enters you it'll hurt.

ahh shit you whine out as he pushes a little deeper.

I know sweetheart you're doing so good for me he says running his hand down the small of your back trying to sooth you.

mmm you whine as he still pushes in .

You're doing so good . Only half more to go

Thats only half you loudly cry out . You already feel so full and you don't know how you're gonna handle all of it .

he chuckles at your reaction ad he pushes deeper and deeper .

fuck you're so fucking tight .

You whine and squirm as the stinging gets worse when his thickest part enters you .

Jesus c-christ your so big you cry out as you try and calm your breathing.

I know baby but you're almost there he groans as he pushed in until he is balls deep .

you cry out as he fills you up fully with his entire length staying still letting you adjust. You knew he was big but you dint expect him to stretch you this much but you also haven't had sex in a while so its not that shocking . You've also never taken a dick this big , he's a good 9 inches and girthy as fuck.

fuck okay you can move but please go slow

he starts to slowly thrust in and out as you continue to adjust .

mmm you whine as the pain fades into pleasure

feel good he says as as he speeds up the pace ever so slightly.

y-yes sir

he groans as you pulse around him .

can you handle it if I go faster he grunts out. The slow pace is not something he enjoys. He likes to be rough and hard but he doesn't want to hurt you.

yes fuck please go faster the second these words leave your moth he starts thrusting faster . Your gasping and moaning as he hits your g- spot over and over.

h-harder fuck please sir fuck me harder

god you're such a little slut he grunts as he starts going harder and your eyes rolls to the back of your head as you feel your orgasm building.

FUCK O-OH MY GOD Y-YOU'RE SO DEEP

Yeah you liked being fuck like a dirty whore

ye-yes I love it FUCK

I can feel you pulsing around me sweetheart . You gonna cum all over my cock like the good little whore you are

Y-YES SIR. FUCK CAN I CUM P-PLEASE

yeah cum all over my cock

FUCK you scream as you cum all over him and your legs tense and shake under him .

You come down from your high as he still pounds into you as your entire body trembles under him.

MMm f-fuck you pant out as he continues pounding into you relentlessly.

so fucking wet for me he groans out as he takes a hold of the chain and yanks your head back to look up at him. Your breathing becomes scattered as the collar cuts off your air way.

You feel how deep I am hmm

you furrow your brows in pleasure but maintain eye contact and nod your head as moans slip out of your mouth.

he lets go of the chain as your head drops down and you regain a normal breathing pattern. He grabs the small chain that connects the cuffs together and starts pounding into you deeper causing you to scream out.

AHH FUCK S-SO DEEP I C-CANT

mmm you can .he grabs you by your hair and lowers himself over you so he's right by your ear , and you fucking will

he lifts off of you continuing to thrust so hard and deep your legs lift off the ground and kick the back of his thighs.

MM j-jesus christ m-matt His movements stop and pulls yanking you up by your hair causing you to cry out from the burn .

he unhooks your hands and spins you around to face him as he rebooks them in front of you.

Lay down for me he says and you climb back onto the bed laying down.He climbs back onto the bed and settles in-between your legs as he pushes them apart as far as they go and he pushes back into you .

Fuck oh m-my god you whine as he thrusts roughly into you and your eye close as the pleasure runs through you.

he slaps you causing you to wince.

look at me while I fuck you dumb

your eyes open as you moan and shake under him..

oh f-fuck im g-gonna you cry out before juices spray out of you all over his dick.

Thats it squirt all over me .Fuck your doing so good for me

you whine as your legs start to shake and you start to feel overstimulated from all the other orgasm you've had.

F-fuck I c-cant take -I-it

he grips your face tightly as he brings his face closer to yours.

well your gonna have to. Im not nearly close to being done with you he says before he lifts your legs over his shoulders and starts thrusting rougher and deeper causing a bulge to show in your stomach.

FUCK d-daddy I he cuts you off by pushing down on your stomach feeling himself in you.

call me daddy again and you'll regret it he groans out.

y-yes sir im s-sorry

He pushes down harder on the bulge in your stomach causing you to scream out as you squirt again.

Fuck keep fucking doing that your so fucking hot

mmmm f-fuck you whine as tears start streaming down your face

your entire body is shaking from the overstimulation you're feeling.

FUCK I CANT PLEASE I ... you squirt again . He has to pull out from how much is coming out.

He pushes two fingers into you causing you to scream . He curls them and moves them so fast your entire body is rocking . He hits your spot over and over until your squirting again all over his fingers and the bed.

J-jesus christ its t-too much you cry out as you they to move his hand away but failing since they are connected to the chain that isn't long enough for you to reach him.

I guess ill just have to force you take it then huh he says before replacing his fingers with his dick and fucking you so rough your seeing stars and all you can do is moan and cry .

the tears are streaming down your face as shake under him.

who's pussy is this he asks as he thrusts into you at a new angle that takes your breathe away. You want to answer him but no words are coming out of your mouth.

He slaps you across the face two times before he grips it and makes you look at him.

Whos fucking pussy is this y/n

Y-YOURS ITS YOURS FUCK you scream out as you cum all over him

that's it such a good girl he groans as you shake under him .

His thrusts don't let up if anything he starts going harder.

You're crying as whining under him unable to get words or moans out all you can do I breathe hard.

Look at you . Fucking you dumb hmm he says with a cocky smirk .

mmmmm you whine and kind of cry out as you lift your hips from the bed trying to get away from him but he grabs your hips hitting you at a different angle that has you choking on air.

so pathetic trying to run away from me he says as he grips your hips so tight there will be bruises Tommorrow.

F-f-fuck you you cry out . You're so overstimulate it hurts .

he slaps you across the face then shoves his fingers into your mouth causing you to gag and couch as he presses down your tongue.

watch your fucking mouth he says as he pulls his fingers out of your mouth and starts rubbing circles on your clit as he continues pounding into you.

MMM N-NO I CANT I-C-CANT you scream out as you feel another painful orgasm building.

oh but you will he says as he feels you pulsing around him signaling your close.

F-FUCK MMMM you scream in a horse shaky voice as your orgasm all over him so hard your entire body shakes and lifts off the bed as he continues rubbing your clit until you come down from your high as your brain goes fuzzy and your vision blurs.

your body is exhausted and your non stop shaking as he continues thrusting into you.

Fuck you gonna let me fill this pussy with my cum hmm

y-yes p-please you whine knowing that he's close brings a smile to your face you don't know how much more you can take.

yeah such a little cum slut aren't you

mmm y-yes sir you moan as his thrust get sloppy .

f-fuck he groans as he fills you up .

you lay there trying to catch your breathe as he pulls out and pulls you up unlatching the collar and handcuffs . you let out a sigh and stretch your arms since they are locked up from the position they were forced into for so long.

You okay he asks smiling softly at you .

you look at him softly smiling before climbing into his lap and holding onto him .

mmhm just... tired you say smiling against his chest. He rubs your back softly as he holds you tight.

lets go get cleaned up hmm he coos in your ear.

mmhm you sigh into his chest but don't have the energy to move.

he stands up holding you as walks to the bathroom and sets you down on the toilet letting you pee as he starts the shower .

once you finish your business he picks you up and walks you both into the shower and under the water.

you sigh as the water runs over your exhausted body . He slowly sets you down but still holds you tight knowing your legs are not very stable right now. He grabs some body wash and doors it all over your body before rubbing it in and letting in rinse away . You wash his torso and then rubs it all over his back then he rinses it off.

You smile to yourself feeling so taken care of at the moment and it makes you happy .

what you smiling about he jokes as he smiles down at you.

nothing your just... I just feel taken care of thats all

aftercare is very important to me you know that

I know its just not something i'm used to so.. thank you

of course beautiful he says as he runs his hands through your wet hair and places a kiss on your forehead.

he turns off the water and helps you step out as he wraps the large towel around you and wraps his around his waist.

you both make your way back into his room after drying off most of the water . He grabs a shirt for you to throw on and he throws on some boxers and sweat shorts .

you okay ... hungry thirsty ?

yeah both actually

alright lets go to the kitchen i'll Make something

you make your way up the two flights of stairs to the main floor and walk through the halls to the kitchen.

what time is it you ask as you reach the kitchen

4 am a voice says from further in the kitchen making you yelp and jump in surprise .

matt laughs as he makes his way over to the fridge grabbing things out as you stand there clutching you chest trying to catch your breathe.

sorry sweetheart I didn't mean to scare you the other one says as he approaches you with a small chuckle.

no no its okay just wasn't expecting anyone to be in here.

im Chris he says offering a hand for you to shake .

y/n you say with a smile as you shake his hand.

ahhh so your y/n he says smirking and looking at matt

what's that supposed to mean you ask slightly confused.

oh nothing me and nick have just heard a lot about you over the past two weeks

Oh really you ask with a smile looking at matt who's rolling his eyes.

Mhmm he says winking at you causing you to blush.

what are you doing up anyway

Couldn't sleep . I was gonna go for a swim but then I got hungry he says walking over to the fridge and pulling out a water.

he looks over to you . Want a water

oh sure thank you

You walk over to the island and sit down in one of the chairs.watching as Matt cooks . Chris comes and sits next to you placing the water down in front of you.

so y/n what do you do for work?

im a stylist you say smiling at him

ah so thats why you always have good outfits.

you smile at him from the compliment

yeah I guess so

do you like it

yeah I love it most of the time

why most of the time

well I work with celebrity's a lot and some of them are complete assholes so you know

ahh yeah I get that some of them just act so entitled

right its ridiculous . Matt said your a music producer

yeah I am its pretty cool

I bet id love to be able to make my own music

Matt smiles at you as he admires the way you get along with his brother .

do you sing?

yeah a bit

you should totally record in my studio sometime

id love that but you know thats only if Matt keeps me around

Trust me I will Matt says smirking at you making you smile

well im gonna go for a swim and then probably go to bed .

bye it was nice to formally meet you

yeah you too he says as he walks away down the hall to the pool.

so you sing Matt says smiling

yeah not but only really to myself im kinda awkward when people watch me

well maybe one day I can get you too sing for me

mmm yeah maybe

he finishes plating up the chicken and potatoes he made and slides u a plate and some silverware across the island.

you immediately cut off a piece and take a bite as he wits for your reaction.

oh my god this is so good you say as you lean back in your chair with a smile .

im glad you like it he says smiling and coming to sit next to you.

this is another reason I love older guys

food..? he asks chuckling a little bit

no like you actually cooked me something not just fell asleep and left me to fend for myself

I mean its a pretty easy thing to do he says smiling and taking a bite of his food

yeah but guys my age just arent like you

well then im glad you found me

oh trust me me too you say with a smirk .

okayyy eat your food he says laughing

you laugh a little before finishing the meal he cooked .

that was so good thank you

of course

he gets up and puts the plates in the dishwasher before coming back over to you.

you know what im craving

hmm

desert he says with a wicked smile on his face...

part four coming since I feel like this one is already way too long and took me forever to finish.

💋

#spotify #matt sturniolo #smut #bd/sm daddy #fanfiction #dirty nasty

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kristlewrites · 7 months

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“Shoot! Take a Panorama”

CW: semi-public sex, degradation (slut, whore, bitch), oral (m!receiving), slut-shaming, nickname (mamas), dacryphilia, rough sex, but dw aftercare at the end!

PAIRING: TattooArtist!Law x Blk!FemReader

WC: 1.9k

🫧🗯️: Thank you so so much for all the support on my lastest fics, it means alot to me!🫶🏽 uh ive never gotten a tattoo yet, so if the tattoo experience isnt accurate... oh well! I had to watch a video to get as best as i could ijbol. Also way off topic but has anyone watched bottoms, like its probably one of my fave movie releases this year.

MINORS DNI

(Cheese!)

Hand in hand you and Perona skipped down the cold sidewalk. It was just a little past midnight and both you and Perona were all jittery with excitement. While you guys were at Peronas apartment, she had this insane idea that you guys should have matching tattoos. "It'll be so cute!” She squeals, holding up her phone showing some ideas. Searching through pinterest you guys had finally come to an agreement on the design, matching stars in hot pink ink right on your waist. You guys spend about thirty minutes looking for a parlor that's open this late.

“Ohh it's gonna be impossible” Perona sulks, throwing her phone across her bed. Laying down in defeat

“No, look! I found one and look they take walk-ins too!” You exclaimed you show her, her mood quickly changes while she springs up from the bed and starts jumping

“Well let's go!” She shrieks, opening for her closet revealing all different shades of pink and black clothing pieces. She put on a cute two piece outfit and you were ready to go!

You guys approach a small store, built with red brick decorated with neon lights flickering ‘Open 24/7’. Deserted parking lot, with only two cars assuming that they both belong to the employees.

“Is this the right place?” Perona questions.

“Umm, It should be” you reply with a little uncertainty in your voice “It should be fine though”

In sync you guys make your way towards the glass doors, met with a cold breeze sending yall into a shiver.

“Hey what can I do for y'all?” A woman's voice vibrated through the room, capturing your attention. “My name is Bonney”

“We wanted to get matching tattoos.” answered Perona, her arms tangled around yours squeezing them.

“Awh, that's so cute. Give me a minute, I have to tidy up the studio.” Bonney existed the counter and headed into a room towards the left

“Ahhh! I'm so excited” Perona shrills, making her way towards some chairs lined up against the brick wall.

“I know right!” You respond admiring all the beautiful artworks lined up against the wall varying with color and realism. ‘The people here must be really good’ you thought to yourself, sitting next to perona.

Bonney comes out of the room waving to Perona letting her know it's time. “Wish me luck y/n” Perona whispers, clearly nervous but also excited at the same time.

“Law should be ready for you anytime soon” Bonney reassured you, closing the door behind her.

Now that you were alone, you finally realized the severity of the situation. You didn't think about the consequences till now, and how irresponsible it may seem that this was decided just on impulse. But not just that but what about the actual process? Your pain tolerance was below average.

“You can come in now.” you hear a rough voice from across the store. Reluctantly you grab your purse and get up from your seat making your way slowly into the room.

Hesitantly Knocking on the door, “Hello”

The door opens wide to reveal a tall melanated man littered with tattoos from head to toe.

“Show me your design” He asks, not even giving you attention. Pulling out your phone, you show him the design. He pats onto the chair gesturing for you to sit down. You lay down onto the chair facing towards the ceiling while he fishes for his tools. “Where do you want it?” He asks, still searching for his tools.

“Right here” You lower your shorts and point down towards your waist.

He moves his chair towards his desk and quickly starts sketching out the design, “Is this alright?” he asks, displaying his outline, you nod at his impressive work. You flinch at the coolness of the alcohol. Which he wipes down the area of your stomach making sure that it is nice and prepped. He sets down his stencil sketch on the region where you want the tattoo to be, tearing it off gently leaving the ink on your skin.

A few seconds later you hear the intimidating buzzing noise of the machine coming closer. “Let me know when you're ready” Law asks, wiping down the tip of the needle. You nod nervously. ‘Its now or never’ you think to yourself.

You squirm from the contact of the needle converging on your skin, you tense up a little from the pain but with time the pain becomes much more tolerable. It takes no time at all, you finish as quick as you started. He pats down the area of the tattoo with care then gets up “Don't make any sudden movements, I'm gonna grab a bandage real quick” he declares standing up leaving the room.

You reach for your purse, digging for your wallet. But it wasn't there!!? ‘Ohmyfuckinggod; you thought to yourself immediately you sat up “Shit!” you whisper shout from the pain of the freshly inked tattoo. No way you left your wallet at personas apartment are you kidding how does that even happen. You were sure that it was in your purse when you left.

You hear Laws footsteps come closer and lay back down, you're so fucked.He comes in setting down the bandage and running through the aftercare steps. You are not even paying attention, worried about how you'll be able to even leave. “Did you get that?” he asks

“Um, yea.”

“So cash or card?”

“Well about that…I kinda sorta left my wallet at home.”you say “Do you guys take apple pay?”

“No.” he says bluntly

“Well h-how about I cash app you?”

“I'm not allowed to receive tips”

“Pleaseee” you were pleading for you life

He shakes his head no

“Well, how am I supposed to pay you?” you say whining a little bit.

A devilish smirk sneaks up across his face “I have an idea.”

Next thing you know, your knees are on the cold hard tile,tears streaming down your face, nose running, and your mouth is stuffed with laws long filthy dick. He viciously grabs your braids pulling you back, “Do it correctly whore” he seethes

“I-its t-too much” You say sniffling

“I don't want to hear it bitch, you will take it all.” He says while slapping his slimy cock on your face then pushes you back onto his dick causing your eyes to roll back. You continue to suck on his dick, twirling your tongue around the tip. Using your hand to make up for the rest of his cock twisting it round and round. You look up to him with your big brown eyes pleading. And my oh my is he enjoying the view, your crystal teardrops flowing down your beautiful face, you breasts spilling out of your tank top, it's like a masterpiece to him.

He thrusts his dick more into your mouth causing you to choke, “You dirty lying bitch, saying you can't take it all, well look at you taking me in so well” he snickers. Seizing your head he pushes you back and forth, your mouth rocking against his cock, “you need to go faster, I'm getting bored up here” law says. Mindlessly you obey, rocking vigorously on his cock, gagging you go faster and faster taking him whole. He pulls your head once again and jerks your head in a smooth rhythm, your tongue rotating in a fluent pattern on his penis sending him into a state of unconsciousness. Without warning you feel his warm gooey cum shoot down your throat. You open your mouth, rejecting the feeling “Nuh uh don't even think about, swallow it all.” nodding eagerly you gulp it down, shivering from the weird sensation traveling down your esophagus. “Open wide” Law orders, obediently you do just that.

“Ah” You open your mouth wagging your tongue, he sticks his thumb inspecting your mouth.Your face was a wreck, saliva and drool smeared all across your face, nose running, stained trails of your tears.

“Good girl, now get on the chair and get on all fours for me”

Without a second to think, you remove your clothes leaving them on the floor, you jump onto the chair raising your plump ass in the air. (If yall are confused it like those chairs that can retract down like this)

“You filthy slut, your pussy is leaking like a goddamn faucet are you not ashamed?” Law whispers into your making you even wetter. Even when you had just met him, you were already so attracted to him. His deep rough voice, his tall figure, slim long fingers, and his tattoos crawling in every corner of his body. It was hard to keep your composure when he drew the tattoo on you, and now seeing him underneath his clothes was enough to send you over the edge. You have to admit this was definitely not how you imagined this night would go – poor Perona is probably already done with hers waiting for you in the lobby– but you can't say you're mad about it.

Grazing his fingers across your already slimy clit pacing it back and forth teasing at your entrance. He slowly slips his lanky fingers into you, moving it slowly and steady taking in your warm embrace. Going in out into your melty cunt, preparing for his aching dick itching to enter you. Releasing his fingers a smooth ‘pop!’ sound pronouncing itself. Effortlessly he pulls on a condom, gears it straight towards your hole. Gradually, he inserts himself into you returning into that warm enclosure.

“Mmph” your eyes roll back at the fulfilling sensation of his cock into you, pulsing your cunt begging for more. You arch your back a little bit yearning for his whole dick.

“You're such a greedy bitch, arching your back like a greedy little slut. You want me so bad don't you?”

“Mhm” you mutter

“Nuh-uh use your words lil mama or else I won't be able to help you”

“I want it! Pleaseee”

“Good girl” law says in a rewarding tone then grabs your hips violently thrusting into you relentlessly showing no signs of slowing down. You reach the ends of the chair, trying to keep yourself supported from his endless stamina. “Im gonna fuck you so good, your pussy wont forget my dick.”Law grunts as he hits your g-spot repeatedly, it sends you over the edge, drooling spilling from your mouth, eyes rolled back beyond, brain turned to mush. You can't even speak, being an incoherent mess.

“L-law, i-m gonna c-cumm” you mumble out disorderly a trail of spit spilling onto the chair.

“C'mon bitch, come on me like the dirty slut that you are” Law muttered. “Agh” ,without a second to waste your orgasm comes flowing through your body. You shudder at the sensation of it crashing down. Panting hard, Law continues until he himself releases into the condom.

You wake up with your whole body in shambles, ‘what the fuckkk’ you mutter to yourself. Trying to lift yourself up you feel a great surge of pain in your back. You look around the unfamiliar scenery to realize you're not in your bed, or not even Peronas?!?!? Panning your eyes down to the chair that you were sleeping in, the memories come back to you like a flood. “What the fuckkk” you say even louder, understanding the severity of the situation. Law enters the room with a towel. You stare at him in disbelief, you cannot believe what you have done.

“Don't worry about your friend, I sent her home already” Law winks

You raise your arm towards your forehead, hiding in shame of what you have done. You can hear Law chuckling in the background and you just wanna drown yourself.

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whalesforhands · 3 months

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HAII NYV!! hope ur doing well!!

tbh,, i’ve been thinking. How do you think SSS trio would feel about Dyf!mc going the same path suguru did? (Yk, seeing riko die and going spiraling to the point that she leaves jjt n stuffs,,) Do you think they would try and beg her to stay? Or would they let her go willingly because they’ve always wanted the best for Mc? Also, when they see each other after 11 years, Who sees her first?

tbh ive js been having brain rot of dyf so like…a million AUs are coming to me about it at once LMFAOO. but hope ure doing well, love ur writing xx

tw: yandere

lol why does ur spelling of name perfectly describe how it’s meant to be pronounced

what makes you think you’re even allowed to leave them behind like that? what makes you think you’re even able to leave them so freely?

you won’t survive out there on your own, are you just trying to die quicker? are you just trying to make them suffer just as much as you?

you’re in pain. they know, they know. you’ll get food placed outside your room’s locked door, have all 3 of them talk to you from outside too. sometimes it’s all 3 of them hanging around, sometimes it’s just 2, sometimes it’s just 1.

it’s gojo satoru that has had enough of your slump, kicking your door down with little to no effort as you flinch from shock, hiding under your blankets when you feel the dip of your mattress, and a head landing atop of your cocooned self, letting out a disappointed sigh.

“I didn’t wanna do that, ya know? You’re making things hard.”

it’s only then that he would lay down next to your form, an arm over your waist and spooning you from behind as you start to break down even harder, taking his intrusion and hoarding the comfort he gave you in this moment.

and your door’s been broken so many times you decided to just leave it unlocked… letting him and the others come and go as they please, letting him wrap his long arms around you at every given chance, letting him kiss you on the forehead every morning he gets to spend in school, telling you that he’ll be back from a mission soon.

maybe that was how it started.

“There are no missions for you, (last name).” Yaga’s scratching his head as he flips through his clipboard, carefully scanning the words.

“W-what? Why?” Your arms are shaky as you hug a Baby Panda close to yourself, soft purrs emanating from him as you pet him mindlessly. You’ve been loitering around in the campus for… Close to 3 months now.

“I’m quite confused as well. There haven’t been any curses within your grade level as of recently—“ He pauses as he flips through more papers, eyes narrowing behind dark sunglasses. “There just isn’t—“

“Then m-may I take one above my grade? T-that would put me on grounds for promotion, right?”

“You can, but there aren’t any sorcerers available to invigilate and recommend you for promotion anytime soon. Earliest I could find one is—“ The incessant flipping of papers stop.

“In about 6 months.”

ieiri shoko lets you roam around the school campus, watching you, talking to you, trying to improve your mental health. she prods you to speak your mind, convinces you that the world outside was the one that was going insane, that it wasn’t you that felt trapped, felt cornered in here.

“The campus is where you can be safe from such things. Don’t sweat it.”

and you believe her. why wouldn’t you? she’s your beloved shoko. shoko who teaches you how to do first aid when she notices how lost and listless you’re becoming, who teaches you how to treat wounds, how to stitch up open cuts, how to stop internal bleeding… all just to take up your time. she’s patient with you, holding your hands, letting you take tea breaks with her… it’s peaceful with her. you’re at ease.

so much better than being out on field, right?

geto suguru takes his time with you. he reads your favourite manga with you, asks you about the novels you have been eyeing and wanting to buy, talks about the soba noodles he had on that one trip to nagoya... hell, he’s the one who cooks food for you and helps you clean your room when he thinks you’re getting sloppy.

“Let me do it for you, okay? You’re not looking well enough to do it on your own.”

maybe that was when you thought to yourself that, maybe, just maybe… you didn’t want to leave this place.

though, if you still have some fight in you…

out of all three of them, the one who would most probably fold to your whims and let you leave is suguru. maybe when you go limp in his arms, break down crying into his chest, go quiet when he attempts to feed you…

or maybe it was that decisive kiss under the blankets of darkness, a show of your desperation and longing for something more than this that he starts to crack, starts to break. it’s then that he finally thinks that, maybe, perhaps, he needs to let you go. he’s always been quite the emotional one.

11 years of free roam? more like 11 years of surveillance. it’s not like you were allowed to go with no strings attached, you were still standing on soil that wasn’t Jujutsu Tech ground because they’re the ones who have given you this right.

they’re the ones who let you go have fun, even letting you get a job as a regular salary worker, let you get a quaint little apartment nearby, let you live the life of a regular person.

but no, oh no. you wanted to play hero again when you saw a little girl getting chased, hunted by a curse? wanted to save a life again because that’s what you could do? wanted to do?

And you got hurt from your decisions?

let’s just say you’re in for a bad time.

#dyf au #satosugu x reader #ieiri shoko x reader

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hanasnx · 1 year

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HOLY SHIT FUCK PISS PLS GIVE ME MORE FRAT BOY ANI I BEG 🧎🙏 I need the spice 😩

once again my greatest weakness is exploited…. my inbox ….

ppl say jump in an inbox message i say how high

bcos quite honestly fratboy!anakin is so hard for me to write, simply bcos its so difficult for what i know of anakin and his character to align with a fratboy persona. however! i married the concepts my last fratboy post and i’ll do it again for u jelly. ive had to brainstorm a couple days…

next part

☥ likes nuts. peanut butter. pistachios. nut and seed bread. u ask and he’s like “i like feeling like a squirrel” and ur not sure if its a joke. probably keto diets. he eats his body weight in good fats and goes to the gym as an obsessive hobby bcos hes got so much energy and nowhere to put it

☥ mario kart is one of his favorite games. he has a nintendo switch solely for mario kart. his friends play in competitions and get super hyped about it, sometimes they play normally but sometimes they make it an entire event. his frat makes a tournament out of it tbfh and winner usually gets some stupid made up prize like “mk-losers of the frat is your slave for a day” or “everytime you enter a room, if a MK-loser member of the frat is present, they must announce you to the room like ur a king” or “you gotta set up the winner with one of your hot exes”

anakin usually wins. and gets pissy when he doesnt. hes so competitive. especially if the people around him make it a big deal that he didnt win, hes all like “whatever its just a stupid game anyway. i changed my vehicle settings this time around”

☥ as an excuse to be close to you he asks you if he can crack your back for you bcos you complained about it hurting and when you stretched trying to get it to pop it wasnt as satisfying as you wanted it to be.

“i can crack your back for you.”

you fall for his trick. “would you? that would be so great thank you,” you fist your hands and cross your wrists over your chest, like usual, expecting him to get behind you and lift you and jostle you like people always did when they cracked your back. instead, he gets to your front with a smile.

“i know a better way.” you look at him quizzically as he takes your wrists and drapes your arms over his shoulders. he stoops, large frame wraps around you and your waist, fists at the base of your spine. you get nervous. “go limp.” you relax as best you can, your cheek against his neck surely heating up with a blush at how youre pulled flush against him.

he knows exactly what hes doing and his cheeky grin is hidden from you. “alright, inhale deep.” you do as he says. “and exhale.” you do. and slowly he lifts you from the ground easily by standing straight, and his fists slide up your spine, squeezing you to him. your heart is pounding, and your spine pops as he moves up. he gets to the top and sets you down, and holds you while the black dots in your vision subside. you realize he’s embracing you so tender and patient and you politely push off of him.

“um. thanks.”

“anytime.”

and he meant that. bcos he gets into the habit of asking you if you want your back cracked, and you get into the habit of saying yes bcos of how good it felt, how good he was at it, and how close the two of you got when he did it.

to the point that when you saw him, he’d pavloved you, and you lift your arms above your head reaching for him, waiting to rest them on his shoulders so he can pick you up and pop your spine. he obliges every time, excited to do it. he loves pressing you against him like that.

☥ hes an engineering major i just know it. very bright, but not the top of his class. he doesnt study really, things just make sense to him. and he also admits to you that he does a lot of things in his free time that requires engineering.

“like skateboard ramps?” you taunt.

“something like that.”

☥ his favorite movie is treasure planet and he wants to watch it every time you two end up hanging out. if you ask what movie he wants to watch, its treasure planet. if you look over at him randomly, you see him mouthing the words. it was his hyperfixation as a kid and heavily influenced him. especially bcos he doesnt have a dad, and hes got a father figure named obi wan in his life that had no business caring for him but did anyway. like that pirate in his favorite movie:)

if youre not sick of it, you dont even bother to ask him what he wants to watch. u just put it on. it usually is background noise anyway for whatever conversation arises bcos this boy cannot focus on one thing at once, and must multitask and get distracted

☥ hes the band “chase atlantic” coded unfortunately

☥ would wanna sleep with u in ur bed all the time even if ur not dating. he wants to take naps with you. he has insomnia, and he noticed that one time when you hung out, he fell asleep with you so easily. now he asks for sleepovers constantly. also bcos it means he can subtly cuddle you.

and when youre closer, and he can flirt with you, and youre comfortable with him. he probably cops a few feels so you smack his hand or move it away for him.

at one point you move his hand onto your chest, indicating you wanted him to grab and massage it for real this time. just like he always teases. and it turns into grinding his dick onto your ass and squeezing your chest til the flesh pops out in between his fingers. circling and pinching your hardening nipples. arm under your head, hand on your jaw to inclined your face in his direction so he can bite and nibble your ear, lick at it while he talks dirty shit in it.

“you’re so hot, can’t believe you’re letting me do this to you… you know half the guys at house would kill for this…

you wanna help me make ‘em really jealous?”

☥ the horny texts and pics this man would send once you two are officially talking or together.

“i think about fucking you all the time.”

“you gonna let me hit after class? cmon i deserve it.”

“baby you gotta show me that pussy. its been so long i forgot what it looks like. remind me.”

“coming over today. you want a ride? on my cock i mean.”

“some guys at the house were talking about you today. can i tell them about us?

gotta see their faces hearing what a slut you are. i promise i’ll spill every dirty detail. could even show em some of the pictures if you want… or the videos. i like the bareback one, doggy style? cant get over the way you sound in that one. wet pussy, pretty moans, twerking on my cock like a porn star. miss you sweet girl.”

☥ he honestly would pick out a hoodie for you to wear. he wants u to wear it. gets pouty when you dont “wheres my hoodie?”

“at my dorm.”

“why arent you wearing it?”

“ani—?”

“its cold outside.” he wants ppl to know youre wearing a guy’s hoodie— specifically his hoodie— for a reason

☥ he’d still call you stupid nicknames like “killer” and “champ”.

“hows it hangin today, killer? you look fucking good.”

“you’re late again champ, usually you get here before me. you avoiding me or something?”

☥ trying to get you to fuck him at his frat house or dorm or whatever bcos he wants the guys to hear you .. just so everybodys clear on whats going on between you two

#jellydodger #thanks for the msg!!#indy shoots the shit #fratboy!anakin #anakin #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker imagine #x y/n #x f!reader #x fem!reader #x female!reader #au!anakin #star wars #sw #the clone wars #tcw

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All the Time in the World | JJK |

Title: All the Time in the World

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst

Word count: 5.5K

Posting day: 122723

Summary: You meet a cute boy at the hospital that was in a wheelchair. He brought you more joy than you’ve ever seen since you got admitted. He makes you wish you had all the time in the world.

Warnings: based on JK’s storyline in HYYH, reader has a terminal illness (not specified), death of reader, JK sings to her the night before she dies (if I’m missing a warning, please let me know)

(AN: This is the first thing that I’ve put out that I’ve written out of my BTS fics, so it might not be so great but I’m getting better every day haha)

Today was just another day of you sitting by the window and looking out of your hospital room. Since you got admitted here a month and a half ago, the days never seem to change. You wake up, maybe throw up for five minutes, stare outside your window until breakfast, eat breakfast, then go back to the window until lunch, eat lunch, then go back to the window until dinner, eat dinner, then go back to the window until Lights Out. You couldn't say that you were eating; it was more like taking in whatever you could stomach every meal.

It wasn't like anybody was keeping you in your room. You could leave anytime. Your nurses and parents sometimes plead with you to go outside, that it's not good to be in your room. You know it's not good to be locked in all day, but what's the point of enjoying life if life doesn't want you to enjoy it? For the millionth time since you've been here, you look down at your hands to see the back of your left hand occupied by a needle held down by white tape. Next, you look up next to you to see your IV drip on the pole.

You were dying, and instead of your parents leaving you at home, they put you here. They said it was to make it clear that being here can make you feel better, but you knew, and they knew there was no way out. Whether it was here or at home, you were going to die. While the doctors say it wouldn't be anytime soon, your negative thoughts are already catching up. The only way you can describe yourself when you look in the mirror is Hell; you had prominent eye bags, your hair was thinning out, and you were losing weight from how little you were eating.

Your session of wallowing in your self-pity is interrupted by knocks on the door. You didn't even look at who it could be because only one person comes to your room during early mornings. It was none other than one of your nurses, Nabi.

"Good morning," She says while opening the door, holding a tray. She places it on a table next to your bed. "How are you feeling? Did you throw up today?" She looks at you to see you shake your head. That's another thing that's changed since you've been here; you haven't said a word to anyone.

"That's a relief to hear. There is your breakfast, and your parents called to let me know they're coming today." You weren't sure why Nurse Nabi had to tell you that your parents were coming to see you. She has done that since you have been here, and you were sure visitors could come without calling in. You figured they called in to make sure you were still alive.

You lazily get off the chair you were sitting in, dragging your IV pole with you, and return to bed to eat breakfast. Unfortunately, because of your illness, you had a weak stomach, so soft foods were your best friends.

You stare blankly at your tray for a few moments: a small bowl of oatmeal, banana slices, plain yogurt, and a glass of water. You felt a hand move your hair out of your face. You look up to see Nabi, who is still in your room.

"You know, your birthday is in about six months, and I think it would be great that you make it to 18." She said. While she never heard you talk, you and Nabi enjoyed each other's company. You remember one time she said that you gave her the least hard time compared to everyone else she has to watch, which is something she is not supposed to say, but you won't tell anyone.

When you finally looked at Nabi, she flashed you a quick grin before speaking again, "Anyway, eat what you can. Your parents will be here in a bit." You nod to confirm that you heard her. You only start to eat after Nabi leaves the room, taking in small spoonfuls each time. When Nabi closes the door, she starts taking deep breaths to control her tears, knowing the chances of living to your birthday are slim.

After a visit from your parents and a check to see how much you have eaten, which, luckily, was half of everything, you go back to your window until lunchtime. As you look outside, you hear your father clear his throat to get your attention.

"Well, we'll see you next time. I'll go talk to Nabi, then we can go." He said, directing to your mother. He leaves the room, leaving you with your mother. You could sense her coming up behind you and putting both hands on your shoulders.

"You wanna go outside before we leave, baby?" She asked softly, only for you to shake your head. She sighs at your response, "You can't be in here all day. It's not good for you." You shrug. At this point, you didn't care.

~~~

"Nabi, come on, you have to give us something." Your father says.

"Mr. YLN, I know you and your wife sent her here so she can get better, but this isn't something we can fix. Maybe it's time we send her home-"

"No!" He interrupts Nabi loudly, making her jump in surprise. "No." He says again quietly. "There has to be something you can do. It's like she's already dead, and I can't stand it. Try getting her spirits up. Make her go outside, do something. I mean, there has to be someone here she can be friends with."

"I'll see what I can do."

When they finish their conversation, your father returns to your room to retrieve your mother so they can leave. Once your parents depart from the hospital, Nabi thinks about the short chat with your father, and she knows what she can do for you.

~~~

With your parents gone, you spent the rest of the time at the window. Things were the same most of the time: it was sunny most days, sometimes cloudy, and at times, you saw other patients walking around in the garden to get fresh air. Sometimes, you don't know how long you've been looking out the window as your mind wanders, wishing you were in places that weren't here.

The sounds of knocks echo through your room again. You look up at the clock, only to realize it's lunchtime.

"YN, It's lunchtime," Nabi says as she opens the door, placing the tray on the table she used before. You look back at her, then return your gaze to the window. She lets out a sigh, "Come on, YN. I have something to talk to you about. I think I'll make you happy."

Once you lay back in your bed, you stare blankly at your tray again: a small bowl of chili, sliced strawberries, cubes of gelatin, and a glass of water. You could only wait for Nabi to say whatever she wanted to say. Before she starts, she opens a drawer next to the bed to get a hairbrush from inside. It was yours, but you stopped using it when your hair started thinning.

"You know..." She starts speaking, brushing my hair, "Upstairs, there's a boy around your age. I think he's a bit older than you, a year maybe." Upstairs? You've been here long enough to know that the floor after this one is where they held the patients who had paralysis. "He's been here for a little over three weeks. He's just starting to use his wheelchair. You could, you know, make a friend. Maybe after lunch, I could take you to the floor."

As she finishes talking, she holds onto all your hair and ties it into a loose, low ponytail, "What do you say, hm?" Nabi tries to prompt an answer from you, but you only shrug, "Well, I'm going to be outside if you wanna go." She takes her leave soon after so you can eat lunch or whatever you can eat.

After about an hour, you're finally out of your room, looking for Nabi. You had to blink a few times to get used to the lights in the hallway. It had been a long time since you stepped out of your room. Once your eyes are focused, you see Nabi, who sees you from the corner of her eye while talking to another nurse.

You see her excuse herself from the discussion with the nurse and walk towards you. "You wanna go?" You nod. "Okay, let me take back your tray, and I can take you there." Before she can move, you shake your head. "What? What's wrong?" Nabi asked, and you only pointed at yourself, "You wanna go alone?" You nod once again. "Okay, just remember, you have to talk."

Once on the upper floor, you started looking for a boy around your age in a wheelchair, pushing your pole along with you. Maybe he was still in his room or the garden outside. Nabi never told you what room he was in, so you wanted to call it quits until tomorrow. Well, almost. Right before you turn the corner to the elevators, you hear the sound of squeaking wheels. You turn towards the direction of the noise to see a boy, the boy Nabi was talking about.

You could tell he was still trying to get used to being in the chair by the strength he was putting into pushing himself. Each push made him look at the floor, allowing you to move to get his attention. As he rolls closer, you hold out your right arm, hoping he will notice you and stop. When he's two feet from hitting you, he stops moving the wheelchair.

He lifts his head to look at you, then tilts it in confusion. You stare at him for a few moments before turning your hand to shake his. Once he figures out what you want, he reaches his hand out to shake yours. You both hold on to each other's hand when they make contact.

~~~

"So..." The boy started. You both were in the sitting area, which was vacant, "Why are you here?" You weren't sure how to answer that. How could you say that you were dying and didn't want to be here? "Not much of a talking, I see. I can go first. Believe it or not, I'm a dancer. I was walking home after practice, and it was dark. I was being an idiot, and I didn't look both ways when I crossed the street, and I got hit by a car. When I woke up, they told me I was lucky that I was paralyzed only from the waist down. I was worried I wouldn't be able to walk again, but they said the chances of me walking again were high. Anyway, it's your turn."

You weren't sure how you would sound after not talking for a month and a half. Do you even remember what you sound like? Your mouth seems to work faster than your brain as you start talking without your control, "I'm sick." Those were the first words you've said since being here. "They said that I'm..." How would he react if you told him you didn't know how much time you had? You couldn't. "They told me that sometimes it will feel like I'm dying, but it would get worse before it gets better. It's scary sometimes, to be honest."

"That's good - not the dying part, I mean. At least you know you'll get out of here eventually." He says. Oh, how much you wanted to tell him you'd leave the building, just not from the front door. "Oh, I just realized we never introduced ourselves to each other. I'm Jungkook." He sticks out his hand, presumably to shake yours. You take a hold of his to shake it, "I'm YN."

You wake up feeling all the contents in your stomach coming up your throat. You throw the covers off yourself and rush into the bathroom, fall onto your knees, and throw up last night’s dinner into the toilet bowl. You should be used to this by now, but it never stops feeling like mental spoons are coming down. As it goes on, your eyes fill with tears, and you feel the bile burning your throat.

When you finish, you grab a few sheets of toilet paper and wipe your mouth. You sigh at the paper, becoming drenched in a dark red substance. It’s not been great seeing blood coming out of your mouth for the past few weeks. You throw away the paper in the trash bin, seeing the pile of bloodied paper coming up the brim.

You don’t know how long you can do this for. If it’s going to keep getting insufferable, you don’t want to be here anymore.

You collapse on the floor of the bathroom, feeling your eyes close. You want to fall asleep on the cold floor, not wanting to deal with the day. You open them up when you hear knocks on the door and the noisy hinges when it opens.

“Good morning, YN,” Nabi’s voice echoes through your room. You hear her sigh as she sees your IV pole in the bathroom, the figure of your body on the floor, placing your breakfast tray down, and the sound of her shoes coming closer to you. She stops at the doorway, seeing you lying on the floor, “You okay? Come on, get up.” She grabs you firmly and pulls you up to your feet, “Let’s lay you down in bed.”

You walk weakly back to your bed, feeling the pain in your throat and stomach still prevalent, “You lay down, and I’ll get you something else to eat, then we gotta change your needle.” Nabi continued. You glance down at your left hand, seeing a large purple bruise from all the needles of your IV. You wince as you climb back to bed and lie down. Nabi gently moves your hair out of the way of your eyes, smiling sadly at the discoloration on your face, “I’ll be back.” She says before taking the tray and leaving the room.

You fall asleep for about 10 minutes before being woken by knocks at your door. Nabi came in again, “I got you soup,” she said, placing the tray in front of you and a new needle to switch out the old one that she placed on the drawer next to your bed, “Also, a special someone told me to give this to you.” She reaches into her pockets and pulls out a Binggrae Strawberry banana milk carton with a sticky note pasted on it.

‘Nabi told me you weren’t feeling so good, so I got you this. I’ll meet you outside in the garden after breakfast :) - JK.’

Although you wanted to sleep for the rest of the day because you feel sick, maybe going outside will do you good. You didn’t know why, but ever since you met Jungkook, you’ve been getting up more and going outside, something your parents tried and failed to get you to do. After you manage to eat about half of your soup, drink almost all the milk, and Nabi changes your IV needle, you get out of bed to make your way to the garden outside.

Before you met Jungkook, when you didn’t go outside, the garden always seemed like a small place. It didn’t look that big from your window, but being there was a different experience. The garden had all kinds of flowers, all thanks to the patients on the downstairs floors, which was the mental hospital section, who used gardening as a sort of therapy. Sometimes, you saw kids running around as patients would have kids visiting.

As you approach the garden closer, you see Jungkook sitting on a bench. You shout to get his attention, but you soon realize he has his earphones in, leaving your shouts unheard. Once you get closer to him, you place a hand on his shoulder and pull off one of his earbuds, slightly making him jump.

“Hey.” You said, your voice slightly shaky from your morning sickness. He has a small notebook and a pencil in his hands.

“Hey.” He said back, “How are you feeling? Nabi said you felt sick.” He continued with concern in his eyes.

“I’m fine, Jungkook, don’t worry.” You sit next to him on the bench, making him move one of his walking sticks to the other side next to him.

“I have to worry, we’re friends.” You roll your eyes at his reply. Although you were the one who approached him, you weren’t very used to having friends, especially being here. Before you signed into the hospital, you had a handful of friends who never came to see you, but your parents would say that they asked for you.

“Did you like your present?” Jungkook asked, referencing the banana milk he bought you with a silly smile on his face.

“Yes, I did, and I thought I told you to stop buying them for me. You only get so much money once a week that your parents give you.” You rue the day you told Jungkook you liked Strawberry milk when he offered to buy you one passing by a vending machine. Now, when he finds out you’re sick or feeling down, he drops off a carton to Nabi so she can bring it to you.

“If it makes you feel better, I bought one for myself too.” You playfully slap him on the shoulder at his reply, then just let the peaceful silence of the outside take over the space. You look over to see Jungkook sketching in his notebook. The more you watch him, the more you can see a butterfly. For some reason, you’ve never seen them fly around here. Maybe they don’t vibe with the sick and injured. Well, you have seen only one, which made your day every day.

The more you sit here next to him, the more you replay this morning’s events, and before you know it, you speak. “Hey, Jungkook.” Your voice breaks the comfortable silence, “How come you decided to be my friend?”

Jungkook halts his sketching, hearing your question, then chuckles, “Need I remind you that you approached me first.” He replies to your question and then returns to his sketch.

“I know I did, but usually, when a person doesn’t want to be friends with someone, they don’t buy them things or talk to them much the next day.”

Jungkook puts down his notebook once again, “YN before I met you, I was in a coma for two weeks, and I didn’t know how I was going push myself to walk again. When I woke up, I thought about how I had to give up dancing, and that’s all I had. Maybe I would’ve eventually, but not as fast as I have. I mean, I’ve been here for three months, and I’m already using crutches.”

“What does that have to do with me?” How can a terminally ill girl like you give someone the will to return to who they were before?

“Maybe I just needed someone who knew what I was going through. Maybe we aren’t in the same boat, but we are in the same ocean.”

Maybe we aren’t in the same boat, but we are in the same ocean.

Yeah, except one day, your life is going to end, and Jungkook’s is going to continue. You two have known each other for three months, and yet, he still doesn’t know. He can’t.

“YN!” They both look behind them to see Nabi. She signals her to come inside, “Your parents are here!”

You can barely breathe now, sensing pending doom travels through your body. That’s one of the disadvantages of dying, your body knows. You don’t hurl out your food anymore, but that’s just because you can’t. Your throat burns all the time, and you can't eat or drink. You couldn’t even drink the Strawberry milk Jungkook would buy you, no matter how Nabi or you told him to stop buying them.

You’ve got boxes of tissues nearby, as you’ve been coughing up blood now, instead of it happening when you empty your stomach. You can’t sleep now, not knowing if you’re going to wake up the next morning or not, having to feel the sense of death every day until your body finally gives up.

You check the clock for the millionth time, seeing it read 11:40. If your body decides to shut down after that clock turns 12, that would surely be the worst time to die. You’d be okay with any other day, but not tomorrow. It can be the next day, just not tomorrow. You freeze when you hear soft knocks on the door. You know it’s not Nurse Yomi doing her night checks, so it can only be one person.

The door opens enough for the boy to let himself in, awkwardly trying to fit along with his crutches in the small gap.

“What are you doing here?” You whisper loud enough for only him to hear.

“I’m worried. I haven’t seen you in a week, and Nabi is vague about what’s happening.”

“Well, if you’ve seen me now, you can go, Jungkook.”

“What is that?” You can see he’s gesturing to a trash bin next to your bed filled with bloodied tissues. He wasn’t supposed to see that.

“It’s…it’s nosebleeds. They have me on this new medication, and it makes me have nosebleeds.” If Jungkook knew how you’ve lied to him about your health, he’d never forgive you.

“Is that why you can’t sleep?” You nod slightly at his question. He looks around the room, sees the chair in your room, and pulls it closer to your bed, trying to create as little noise as possible. He sits in the chair, places his crutches in a stable place, and grabs your right hand, being as gently as he can, “I’ll stay here until you fall asleep then.”

“You’ll get in trouble.” You said, trying to convince him to leave.

“It’s whatever. Besides, I know Nabi will have my back.”

As the time goes on, the sense of doom is getting bigger. You know you might not last the night, but it would be better if it happened during sleep.

“Jungkook?” You whisper, thinking that he might be asleep before you are. He quickly proves you wrong.

“Yeah?” He whispers back.

“Can you sing?” Your voice breaks as you ask.

“Sing? I guess. I only sing for myself, honestly. If you want me to.” You nod. “Okay.” He clears his throat before he starts singing as quietly as he can.

No limit in the sky

That I won't fly for you

No amount of tears in my eyes

That I won't cry for you

With every breath that I take

I want you to share that air with me

There's no promise that I won't keep

I'll climb a mountain there's none too steep

When it comes to you

There's no crime

Let's take both of our souls

And intertwine

When it comes to you

Don't be blind

Watch me speak from my heart

When it comes to you

Comes to you

Want you to share that

Cupid ain't a lie

Arrow got your name on it

Don't miss out on a love

And regret yourself on it

Open up your mind, clear your head

Ain't gotta wake up to an empty bed

Share my life, it's yours to keep

Now that I give to you all of me

When it comes to you

There's no crime

Let's take both of our souls

And intertwine

When it comes to you

As you hear Jungkook’s voice, you feel your eyelids getting heavy. The pad of his thumb gently touches your knuckles to soothe you, making you fall asleep faster. He notices that your breathing slows down as he’s ending his song. Your grip on his hand is lost as you drift off to dreamland. He waits in the room for a few moments to confirm that you are sleeping, then takes it as his cue to leave. He wasn’t sure if he could sleep. He was too excited to show you a surprise in the morning.

All this time of you pleading to end your suffering had paid off cause as the clock turned to 12:01, you took your last breath, and your heart stopped.

~~~

After sleeping for a few hours, Jungkook gets up to see you. Although he had been still using his crutches, he’d been able to walk regularly for the last few days, and he wanted to surprise you for your birthday, walking through the halls with his own two legs.

“You ready to go home, Jungkook?” He hears his mother ask, “You know I can’t let you be here too long after you’ve healed.”

“I know, I know, just one more day, just today, then I’ll go home.” He heard her sigh before continuing to talk, “Oh, you did bring the flowers I asked for, right, Mom?”

“Yeah, although I don’t know you wanted these specifically.” She said, referring to the mini bouquet of Baby’s Breath flowers in her hand.

Jungkook shrugs before responding, “I saw somewhere that they mean new beginnings, and since it’s her birthday, maybe things will start turning around, and she’ll get better.”

“Jungkook, seriously, what do you plan on doing when you’re out of the hospital? YN is still here. I know you meant well when you became friends with her, but what are you doing after today?”

Jungkook can only shrug again, “I’ll visit to hang out with her. It won’t be the same, but I hope she’ll be okay with me not being here sometimes.” He gestured to his mother to hand him the mini bouquet, “Anyway, I’ll be back. She should be awake by now.”

As he walked through the halls, Jungkook could only imagine your reaction, seeing him walk after six months of recovery. He quickly intakes the smell of the mini bouquet, imagining all the possible outcomes.

He opens the door to your room but doesn’t see you. He doesn’t see any of your belongings. It’s like as if you were never here. The more he looks around to see the lack of your presence, Jungkook replays last night and all the other conversations he had with you. All the signs were there. He drops his flowers to his side as realization dawns upon him.

He recounts the time he asked you why you were in the hospital. You hesitated to answer him before giving him a response. You didn’t tell him the whole truth.

"They told me that sometimes it will feel like I’m dying, but it would get worse before it gets better. It's scary sometimes, to be honest."

He recounts the trash bin that was almost filled to the brim with bloodied tissues from last night. You lied about that as well.

“It’s…it’s nosebleeds. They have me on this new medication, and it makes me have nosebleeds.”

He recounts how you asked him to sing because you couldn’t sleep. His voice was the last one you wanted to hear before death decided to take you away.

“Can you sing?” Your voice breaks as you ask.

How could he be so stupid? How could he not realize that the whole time you’ve known each other, you’ve been dying? He practically sang you to your death last night. How could he feel about that?

~~~

While Jungkook was having an epiphany in your empty hospital room, Nabi was sitting on the floor of a janitor's closet. She needed as much privacy as she could get, crying her eyes out for the millionth time she was reading a letter you left her when this would happen.

You knew that they’d clear out everything from your room, and no matter the time it would happen, you had to make sure she received it.

Your night shift nurse, Yomi, had been doing her checks and opened your door around 12:30 and noticed you weren’t breathing. They did whatever they could, but it was clear that you had been dead for some already.

While clearing your room, staff found a letter in your drawer that only said ‘For Nabi.’ She only found out that you passed away when she came in to do her daytime shift. It hurt more today, as she had a cake prepared for you, proud that you made it your 18th birthday.

Nabi scans her eyes over your writing, her vision blurry from her tears.

‘Nabi, if you’re reading this, my time has run out. I’ve planned to write this up for months, and I’ve written now in case I’m too weak to do so later. I hope that it finds you well. All I wish to say is thank you for being there for me. I know that at the start, I was a headache for you, but I opened up eventually. You never gave up on me when I didn’t want to go outside or talked about the fact that I just wanted to die. Thanks to you, I met Jungkook, and it was the both of you who kept me going for a bit longer while I was in the hospital. I’m not sure when I will pass, but whenever that will be, I hope that I did the most with my time left.

From the seven and a half months we’ve known each other, I can tell you that you made my day every day. While in the hospital, I was heartbroken that I couldn’t see any butterflies. I felt like life was dull without them, not seeing them through my window or in the garden. Thank you for helping me see a butterfly. They’re truly as beautiful as your name, Nabi.’

As she finishes reading over the letter again, her tears uncontrollably stream down her face, hugging the paper close to her chest.

~~~

Jungkook returns to his room, feeling a mixture of rage and sadness. The mini boutique of flowers smashed in his hand, now white from the pressure. He was so enraged at himself that he almost forgot his mother was still there.

“So, how did it go?” She asked, assuming it didn’t go well from the expression on his face and the flowers still in his hands.

“Bad, Mom, very bad.” He pauses for a moment, “She’s dead.” Even when he’s said it, it still doesn’t feel real. His mother covers her mouth with her hands, in shock at the news.

“Sweetheart, I’m so sorry-“ His mother started, getting closer to him for a hug before Jungkook interrupted her, making her jump.

“She lied, Mom! She lied to me about everything, and I should have known!”

“Sweetheart, nobody would have known-“

“You don’t understand! If I just listened more, I would have known that was happening!” Tears appear in his eyes, recalling everything that happened, “The first day I met YN, she told me that she was dying and I wasn’t listening. I believed her when she said she would get better. She was getting sicker every day, and I didn’t see it. I was her friend! I was supposed to know! And last night! I was an idiot to believe she was getting nosebleeds like she said.”

Before Jungkook knew it, he wrapped his arms around his mother, releasing his tears onto her shoulder.

“She asked me to sing to her, Mom.” He whispered against her shoulder, “Last night, she asked me to sing to her. She said she couldn’t sleep, so I did. She was okay when I left the room.”

His mother hushes him and gently caresses the back of his head, comforting him. “I know, sweetheart, it’s okay. She’s going to be okay now.”

After some time, Jungkook stopped crying and started packing his stuff to go home. There was no reason for him to stay anymore, so there was no choice but to leave, and while clearing his drawer from the various sketches and drawings he had done while in the hospital, a page slipped from the pile and fell on the floor. He looks down to see the sketch of the butterfly he did while waiting for you in the garden. His eyes travel to the bottom right corner of the page, which has an excerpt of a poem he wrote sometime before being admitted to the hospital that he had named after the creature.

곁에 머물러줄래

내게 약속해줄래

손 대면 날아갈까 부서질까

겁나 겁나 겁나

시간을 멈출래

이 순간이 지나면

없었던 일이 될까 널 잃을까

겁나 겁나 겁나

The full poem was about wanting your loved ones to not succumb to their mental illness and having the fear of letting them go or else they’ll fly away like a butterfly. It also speaks about wanting to be able to stop time from passing and to hold on to each other forever. After reading the small part that he had written on the page, he can’t help but blame himself, feeling his eyes fill with tears once again. He shouldn’t have let go of your hand last night. If he hadn’t, maybe you’d have all the time in the world.

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