A.N: Thank you for reading this, thanks for the support given by my friends that helped me create this fic!
A.N. No.2: If you know the reference of this fic, you’re the best!
TW: Angst, Hurt, Hurt/Comfort
And if your broken heart’s heavy when you step on the scale,
You’ll be lighter than the air when they pull back the veil.
The thoughts lingers in your head, on and on. You can’t get rid of it, your pain has already begun to reach its peak, with nothing else to ease it.
How can you get rid of it?
Alcohol, smoking, thoughts of leaving this world be it’s too much for you. While the solution you can think of before is a quick getaway from it, it just won’t settle things, it can only worsen the pain and inflict it on another person.
“I don’t even have anyone that cares about me anymore” your brain tricks again.
You have someone, don’t you?
Well, let’s correct that.
You HAD someone.
It’s just that this “someone” is no longer with you.
The struggle you have to face, the pain you have to deal with, the despair you have to survive, all is stored inside your dying heart, facing nothing but looming darkness.
This person, the one that made you the way you are now, is no longer here. The sunshine that once melts your heart, the moon that once brightens your darkest thoughts, the planet that orbits you every day, 24/7.
You still remember her name, isn’t it?
As much as you try to forget about her, you just simply can’t.
The sudden remembrance gives you that pain again, the panic attack starts to occur, suddenly the world stops, leaving you alone.
Your heart starts to ache,
The tremor in your fingers begin to worsen,
The shortness of breath is leaving you tired,
You can’t think of anything.
“Relax…. take a deep breath”, you said to yourself, “leave those thoughts be, think of something beautiful”.
But that something beautiful, is Kim Jungeun herself. You can’t get rid of her, of course. She’s the one that encourages you to “live your best life, prove to everyone that you are not the person everyone thinks you are.”
You remember those kind words of encouragement, you remember it clearly, the day she decided to leave you alone in your own world.
You start to remember again.
That day, was the day your heart decided to leave your body and soul.
Your mind decided to abandon all hope.
Everything turns into a sinking ship.
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The scream in your heart constantly repeating “I WANT THIS TO END” over and over, but you deny it, you don’t want to let it consumes you, although it has chipped your mind bit by bit, pieces by pieces. You know there’s nothing else you can do about it, except for accepting the tragedy as a “moments in life”.
But you can’t.
You still can’t accept it.
“Hey, everything’s going to be okay, alright? I believe that you are capable of facing this, it’s part of life, after all”, her words echoed, it has no volume, yet it sounds very loud that it may as well numb your ears, deafening everything this world has to offer. “How can I get past this, Jungeun? I can’t, I just can’t…” your heart rejects the darkened reality, blinded by the sadness that you have stored inside. “I wish I can… I wish I can join you there, we could be ha –” before your heart finishes its thoughts, you cut it with your own mind, rejecting it. Jungeun would’ve cried seeing you like this, and you know it, and so you decided to bury those thoughts deep, six feet under.
And so those thoughts begin to fade away, the pain stopped, the tears dried out, and the heart stopped screaming. Instead, you’re being shown something, a vision? a dream? “What is this?”, you ask yourself. And as the vision reveals itself, you realized that Jungeun is still there, still smiling, still living her best life. You began to wonder, what is really going on? Where are you?
“Oh….”, your head starts to clear bit by bit.
“That’s right…”, you start to realize.
Your body starts to feel calm, the weight that rests heavily on both of your shoulders lifted itself, the pain that you always feel, fading away…
“I know where I am now….” The thoughts getting clearer.
Thanks for everything, Jungeun.
Thanks for letting me see the world from a new perspective.
Thanks for making me realize that there is happiness somewhere.
I can see it now…
And the tears in your eyes, finally gone, decided to open both of your eyes.
I’m in purgatory, after all.
Can I request something with bottom trans!Donna being put over the reader's lap and spanked until she's red and sore before letting you finger her in the ass to stretch her out first and then taking your strap and roughly fucking her virgin ass while she screams in ecstasy until eventually falling over the edge, trembling and out of breath and barely able to move? 🤤🤤🤤🤤 Something about submissive trans!Donna just makes me wet at the idea of getting to top her. 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤
While I usually hc Donna as a top, this ask definitely made me feel some things 😩 I hope you don't mind if I take some creative liberty with it 👀 Because this scene has been living in my head rent free since I got this 😩
"You like that, don't you?"
The doll-maker cried out as your hand came down firmly against her backside, reddening her fair olive skin.
"Be a good girl and answer me."
"Mh.. that's my girl."
Donna whimpered at your praise.. at your claim over her. Crying out again when you struck the other side just as hard.
"And good girls get rewarded, no?"
"Mmph- .. Mhm.."
Even though you couldn't see her face, you could tell she was biting her bottom lip, her womanhood hanging firm between her legs - twitching with each lash across her skin and begging to be stroked.
"And you're always so incredibly good for me, aren't you?"
The delicious sound of flesh against flesh as you spanked her again, this time a little harder.
You smirked wickedly, leaning down - your breath warm against her ear.
"Such a perfect girl."
Your words no more than a whisper as you took her cock into your hand, stroking it once as another strike met her flesh. Her only response a strangled moan, breath shuddering as you stroked over her again - the length of her hard against your palm - matching each spank with an indulgent pump until you felt her start to twitch more and more.
And oh, how she whimpered when you stopped - forcing a dark chuckle across your lips.
"Ready for more, cara mia?"
She cursed softly at the use of her native tongue. "Yes.. please..."
"Heh.. so needy."
You held her place, her body draped across your spread knees as you took the small lubed toy into your hand and readied it against her ass.
"Take a deep breath, darling."
As soon as she did you slowly slid the toy into her, almost moaning as you watched the delicious stretch of it. Your other hand immediately coming back her womanhood, stroking over it as you began a slow pace with the toy.
"That's my good girl. So eager to take it for me."
Donna nodded, needy whimpers the only thing that she could muster as you matched the movements of your hands perfectly. The length of her twitching with each pump as her ass grew wetter and wetter.
And you knew she wouldn't last long, having been spanked and riled up for more than a hour now, you could feel the pressure building on your hand, feel her hips jerking as she began to move them in rhythm with the toy that so perfectly fucked her ass.
"You may have your reward then, cara mia. Go ahead and come for me."
The incredibly desperate cry that fell from the doll-maker's lips as you picked up your pace. Practically pounding the toy into her ass and pumping her cock relentlessly until her tight hole clenched and her arousal spilled out from her womanhood forcefully - drenching the floor beneath her.
The entire length of her covered in a deep crimson as you kept your strokes steady - not stopping until the last drop of her desire trickled out of her, cock a pulsing heat in your hand.
"Mh, so good."
You placed a small kiss to the back of her neck, letting her breath steady again before starting a slow place with the toy all over again.
I do hope you enjoy this, dear 😩