✧.* 𝑳𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑵𝒁𝑶 𝑩𝑬𝑹𝑲𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑹𝑬 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵

[ aftercare ] ― oh he would be the sweetest boy after sex – running you a bath after a long and intense session, using your favorite bathing stuff so you can relax in it

[ body part ] ― he loves everything on your body but especially your neck, hips, stomach and ass. All soft skin for him to taste. On his own body he likes his stomach, trained abs and v lines

[ cum ] ― also would go feral seeing his cum on you - loves it when you swallow

[ desires ] ― He‘s a switch so when he‘s in control he gets turned on by seeing you tembling under his touch

When he‘s sub oh boy – he‘s a moaning mess as soon as you start whispering dirty things into his ear and how you wanna ride his cock. "Shit baby, please.. let‘s go to my dorm, need you."

[ experience ] ― he would be quiete experienced even tho he seems shy to many he just knows how to seduce the girls and lure them in. He has a lot one night stands but always makes it clear from the start that this is a one time thing

[ first time ] ― he was quiete a mess with all these new feelings and sensations on his body

[ grooming ] ― completly shaved - i can‘t explain why

[ horny ] ― oh sex is defined important to him and he would be horny all the time especially with you as his girlfriend by his side. Just a look at your skirt would be enough to have him turned on in his seat. Just 2 days without sex and he would have blue balls already

[ intimacy ] ― he can do both – romantic and casual. Depends on his partner and his relationship with them. If it‘s just a fling he would be more casual but If he‘s with his gf then he would do romantic stuff like candles and rose petals all over to floor

[ joker ] ― he would be clumsy sometimes and is able to laugh with you while having sex

[ kinks ] ― he has so many and is open to experimenting with you from all possible positions to any kind of kink. He would love being a sub from time to time, has a classic daddy kink, breeding kink, orgasm control, edging, tying yours or his hands up to the bed and so on – kinky little baby

[ locations ] ― he loves to do it in front of people but in a way no one notices. He would make you cockwarming him under a blanket while you‘re in the common room with the rest of the gang, slowly circling your hips. He would whisper in your ear. "Hmm If you continue moving I‘m gonna drag you to your dorm or fuck you over the desk in front of us, you want that, doll?"

[ masturbation ] ― he loves to do it with you together or when he knows he‘s not allowed to and lets himself get caught just so you punish him. But sometimes he would be a good boy and not touch himself, begging under you. "hmm baby please I‘ve been such a good boy. I didn‘t even touch myself!“

[ no go ] ― knife play. He likes slapping you or grabbing you harshly If you like it too but knife play would be a no go. Not because of the blood but because of the pain and knowing he could leave scars

[ oral ] ― a munch like Mattheo. He would beg you to eat you out, begging for your pussy to ride his face but he also enjoys getting a blowjob

[ positions ] ― 69 for sure so he can pleasure you while you suck his cock, also you riding him while he sucks on your nipples and watching you bounce up and down on him

[ quickies ] ― he would use every chance to do them between classes, in the bathroom in the broomsticks, before quidditch practice, before a quidditch game, while throwing a party in the common room so no one notices you‘re gone for too long

[ rounds ] ― high stanima since he‘s playing sports. He would go round for round until you‘re all sensetive and he would make you come over and over again until you‘re a whimpering mess beneath him. "Just one more baby, I promise.. just one more time, for me.“

[ secrets ] ― panty thief for sure. When you two are just friends and he has a crush on you, he would steal them when you‘re not looking or falling asleep while doing a movie marathon with him

[ toys ] ―he would love teasing your pulsating clit with your vibrator. "oh baby what was that? Can‘t hear you over all these pretty little noises."

But also when you use a cockrimg on him so he couldn‘t come "oh fuck please baby let me come. I need to come so fucking bad, oh shit –" he would be a whimpering mess when you start the vibrating mode.

[ underwear ] ― black is simple but would make him go crazy

[ volume ] ― let‘s be honest – he‘s definitely vocal doesn‘t matter If he‘s dom or sub in that moment. "God your pussy is so fucking tight baby, feel you milking my cock – merlin"

[ watch ] ― he would share you but only with his closest friends and when you really want to. He also enjoys watching you touching yourself – sometimes it‘s a punishment for him when he‘s a bad boy

[ xxx ] ― barely - cause of all the quickies you two have

[ yearning ] ― i feel like he would be a tease and try to get a reaction out of you until you can‘t tale it anymore

[ zzz ] ― he would cuddle with you and then drifting of to sleep with you together

[ this is how I see Enzo, you don‘t have to like or agree 🤍 ]

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PANIC ATTACK

Noah Sebastian x Reader

I saw this picture and wrote this quick one-shot based on it. Haven't edited it. Fingers crossed it isn't too horrible LOL

18+ below the cut

Mentions of anxiety/panic attack, smut, language

The moment was too much. I was spinning out of control. Standing in the center, surrounded by the screams and shrieks of so many girls wanting my attention was ripping me apart from the inside out and I was starting to panic. It wasn't I didn't love what I do, it's just that sometimes it all got a little too much and the fog just wouldn't clear up when I needed it to. My chest was tight. My head was spinning. “Try to breathe, try to focus. Relax." Her words filled my head as the tears began to blur my vision. If only I could get through the moment; get through the darkness and find the source of my stability and peace. If I could get through this panic attack and back into her arms, I’d be okay. 

The screams; they were digging into my soul, demanding things from me I couldn’t give. The lights were too bright, pointing out all my flaws that were looking for shelter from the scrutiny, tell me I wasn't cut out for this and that I needed to give it all up. I couldn’t swallow the demons this time. They were overtaking me now. 

The song ended and I pulled my in-ear out while making my way to the back. The pounding pain in my chest was growing, the air becoming less in my lungs as I walked over to a chair to sit down. The muffled voices of my bandmates were vaguely heard as I sat, trying to rid myself of the panic overtaking me. Hands on my knees, I closed his eyes, breathing in deeply through my nose and letting it out slowly. “I don’t have time for this. The pitch was way off. My in-ear piece isn’t balanced. Why are the lights so bright? They aren’t supposed to be that bright. What’s Matt doing up there? He’s supposed to be watching this shit. Why is my head pounding? I feel like I’m going to puke. Fuck. I can’t breathe. My chest hurts.” I threw my hands to my head, squeezing it to rid it of the noise while trying to steady my breathing. But I was failing short. The thoughts wouldn’t turn off, the feelings would stop, and my heart rate increased making my breathing more forced. Fuck. “I don’t need this right now. Get your shit together Davis. Get it together!” I criticize myself over and over. 

“Noah. Noah, hey! Baby, hey, I’m here. Look at me.” She found me. I knew she would. She always heard my heart calling for her. I was safe. “Noah.” Taking my face delicately between her hands, she lifted it, finding my eyes immediately. “Shit, Noah,” she sighed, dropping to her knees before me and wrapping me up tightly in her arms. My head fell to her shoulder and I buried my face in the crook of her neck, breathing in the familiar scent of the only thing that gave my life meaning. I threw my arms around her, hands pressed flat against the thin black fabric of her tank that barely covered her soft pale skin and revealed the green ivy that ran from one collarbone, up around her shoulder, along the top of her back, down around her other shoulder and stopping at her other collarbone. Many nights we laid naked together, soaked in the glow of the connection and oneness we were building together, and I would trace the vines that wrapped themselves around her with the tip of my finger, feeling the warmth and life of her body. I wanted that right now.

The feeling her hands were giving me as they dragged themselves slowly up and down my back calmed me, soothing my soul and guiding me past the monster that had become too big for me to fight alone. She was my savior; my guiding light in the ocean of his brutal, chaotic darkness. “Just breathe with me, Noah. Just breathe.” Rising to her feet, she threw her legs on either side of my legs, straddling me for a moment before sitting down on my lap and looping her arms around my tattooed neck. I could feel her soft heat pressed tight against my length that, no matter the circumstance, always got hard when she was near me. I grunted while she positioned herself until she was satisfied, bringing her face close to mine. Her cheek brushed over mine, taking on some of the sweat that was dripping from me like rain droplets. That was one thing that never bothered her; how much I’d sweat during shows. She would tell me it only made fucking her easier, especially when we were in a hurry. God what I wouldn’t give to fuck her right now. “Jolly, how much time do we have?” She asked without looking at me, making my heart skip a beat.  A moment passed before Jolly answered. “About eight minutes.” “That’s enough,” she whispered in my ear. Now that I was a little calmer, no longer on the brink of hyperventilating, she got up off me and pulled me to my feet. Taking my hand, she quickly dragged me off towards the back of the venue.

“Where are we going?” I asked, but knowing her, I think I already knew. “I’m taking you to get some release.” My dick twitched beneath my black trousers that were sticky wet with sweat. I stopped, pulling her back, sending her crashing into me. “Right here’s fine,” I clarified, sliding my hand behind her head and pulling her lips into mine and kissing her as if my very existence depended on it. It didn’t take her long to have my pants undone and falling to the floor and my cock that was completely thick and hard for her alone, caught in the grip of her small yet strong hand. She pumped it quickly, back and forth between her vice grip touch. “Fuck, baby,” I breathed, locking her against the wall with both of my arms outstretched and hands press flat against the wall. She continued to work me, sliding her thumb over my sensitive tip and spreading the pre-cum that was seeping out all over. “Oh my god, baby,” I sighed, finally feeling the stress and anxiety roll off my shoulders. My head hung low, loose threads of my hair falling over my eyes as I stared intently and directly into her eyes. “I know you like this,” she confirmed, tightening her grip as I began to thrust hard into her first. “Fuck yeah I like it,” confessing through gritted teeth. She smiled. “I know it was what you needed.” “I just need you.” She grinned licking her lips. “You always have me. Whenever, wherever.”

The way she whispered her words sent ungodly shivers down my spine creating that wildfire desire to claim her right then. “Fuck me,” I growled, taking her by the shoulder. My dick slipped quickly from her hand as I threw her gently over the small table that just happened to be nearby. I took it as a sign. “Bend over and spread your legs,” I ordered, and she willingly complied with a smile, positioning her body in the perfect position. Without a word spoken, I yanked her bottoms down, revealing her small perky ass. I slid my hand over the soft skin, smacking it hard enough to leave my handprint and she squealed, making my throbbing cock twitch, spilling more pre-cum. “You like that didn’t you baby?” She nodded with a whimper. “Yeah, I know you do,” smacking the tender flesh again. “That might leave a mark, but that’s okay. I like marking what’s mine.” This time her whimper turned it into a beautiful moan, making my stomach flutter. “That’s it, princess, fucking moan for me. Tell me how this feels." I bend over her and insert two long fingers at a time inside her soaking wet cunt that was mine.

Fucking her with just my fingers for a few seconds, which pulled more beautiful moans from her, I pulled them out, wiping her juices on my dick. With my hand pressed firmly on the middle of her back, I raised her up just enough until I was aligned perfectly with her opening and entered her, ravaging her pussy like it was my last time. Groaning the moment my cock slipped into her and felt her inner walls rub up against it, I threw my head back and grabbed her hips, guiding her sweet pussy back and forth as I rutted against her walls. “Motherfucker, that’s it baby, cry for me.” Her noises were empowering, melting away every negative feeling. The sound of smacking flesh became the only thing I could hear besides the enticing sounds falling from her lips. “You look so fucking good like this, baby, bent over and vulnerable. Do you have any idea what you do to me? What just the thought of your pussy and how it feels when I slide my dick in and out of it!” I grunted, a deep growl escaping quickly after. “Noah,” she whined, slamming her palms on the table to help brace herself. “Noah, harder,” she panted. “I need you to go harder. Go deeper baby, please,” she begged. I gave her what she begged for. Fucking her a brutal pace, I tore her cunt apart, releasing every anxious feeling, every fucked up thought I had about myself into her and expecting her to take it. “Goddamn you’re fucking take me so good, baby girl,” I growled. Reaching around her front, I wrapped my large hand around her small throat, tightening my grip until her noises came out in only choked sobs. Her arousal soaked my cock buried deep inside her, making it hard to stay in so I wrapped my other arm around her, lifting her and holding her tight in the nook of my arm. The new position had her screaming out my name, and I fucking loved it. “That’s it, princess. Tell them who you belong to. Tell them who fucks you so good.” I released my grip on her throat, letting her head drop. “Fuck, Noah, god please do stop. I’m almost there,” she panted with a whine. “Use your fingers on that beautiful clit, baby. Help me make you cum.” I took her hand and placed it where I wanted it, locking her fingers with mine as we began to circle her clit that I was dying to have a taste of. “I fucking want you in my mouth,” I told her. “After the show, I’m going to devour your pussy with my mouth until I have you screaming out my name again.” Her whines became short and rapid and her cunt clutched around my aching cock, telling me she was about to cum, and I was more than ready for her to. I was harder than a rock and needed my release now. “Fuck, Noah, f-fuck, fuck,” she screamed. Her body shuddered, proof of the tension leaving her body as she cried out and came undone. I could feel the warmth of her cum spread over my dick, making her wetter than before, but I didn’t stop. I wasn’t going to until I came all over her back. Her body went limp, forcing me to hold her up while continuing to pound into her, grunting more and more as my build up grew closer. “Noah, baby,” she called softly. “Yeah princess,” I answered in between thrusts. “I love you, Noah. You’re stronger than the battle waging inside you. I promise.” Her words hit my heart like the sun bursting through the darkest clouds, brightening my mind and filling my soul with life once again. “I love you too, Princes.” The rawness in my voice matched the desire in my heart, dark and fathomless and so visceral I felt it in my bones. It was her words, spoken in the most compassionate, sympathetic, and sincere way, that finally tipped me over the edge. My hips stuttered, jerking hard and with one last powerful thrust I pulled out of her, growling as I painted the canvas of her back with my cum. My eyes rolled back with relief from the overly needed release. 

I stayed hovered over her for a while, allowing my body to come down from the high. We were both breathless, panting and spent. Kissing her shoulder, I told her to stay put while I went and found something to clean her up with. Once finished and dressed, I pinned her against the wall once more, kissing her luscious lips. “You’re my rock, Princess,” I confessed, caressing her cheek. “You’re the reason I can still do this job.” I pressed my lips to hers again, feeling her smile as her hand made its way to my face. “You’re braver and stronger than you think, Noah. You just don’t realize it.” Her belief in me was incomparable to anything else and gave me strength I didn’t know I needed. “Come on, I have to get you back. Matt’s probably passed out from an anxiety attack himself by now.” I chuckled, taking her hand and following her to the stage.

MC's Boogeyman

Solomon

As MC leaves the stand and walks over to the chest, I look over at Diavolo and Belphegor. They look as worried as I feel. You see, the test that Craxon has assigned to MC hasn't been used in many centuries, because the boogeyman has a tendency to drive people mad from fear. Some have even died. The last time the boogeyman was utilized was as a means of torture, and that was shortly after I got kicked out of the Society.

Craxon clearly wants to know what MC's biggest fear is--his prolonged silence earlier indicates that much--but I have no idea why he'd need that information. Then again, he often keeps his cards close to his chest, so it's usually hard to tell what's going through his mind at the best of times.

MC takes a deep breath and indicates that they're ready. The chest is open, and the boogeyman flies out of it in a flash of bright purple light. The room becomes pitch black for a few seconds before revealing that the boogeyman has transformed into...

MC?

At least, I think it's MC. Between the glowing eyes and sinister grin, their features are nearly unrecognizable.

I watch my apprentice shake as the boogeyman circles them.

"You poor thing," it coos mockingly. "You just can't control yourself, can you?"

"Stop it," MC whispers, causing the boogeyman to snicker.

"What's wrong? Too scared to confront the truth?" It stops behind MC and leans close to their ear. "You're a monster, darling. How is anyone supposed to feel safe around you?"

MC clenches their jaw as a few tears escape their eyes, and I have to stop myself from launching myself at the boogeyman. Judging by the looks on Belphegor and Diavolo's faces, they're having a similar struggle.

"One day, everyone will come to their senses and realize that trying to keep you alive and sane is an unnecessary burden," the boogeyman continues. "Your death would benefit the greater good."

"Enough," MC murmurs. The boogeyman tuts in disapproval.

"Pathetic."

"I'm not pathetic."

"Sure you are. Why do you think the most powerful people in the three realms are interested in you? You're like a wounded animal that they can't help but feel sorry for. They don't actually care about you. They'll turn you out the moment you become too dangerous. After all, they can't have you slaughtering their own kind just because someone hurt your precious little feelings."

"Enough!" MC glares at the boogeyman. "I may be a freak of nature, but that doesn't mean that I'm unworthy of love."

"Is that so?" MC nods.

"I have thought about ending my life on many occasions, but each time these guys give me a reason to stay. If they didn't love me, they wouldn't even try." The boogeyman bursts out laughing, but instead of cowering, MC stands their ground.

"Oh, you're actually serious," the boogeyman states once it composes itself.

"Of course I am," MC replies. "My life is not a joking matter." The boogeyman rolls its eyes, but I can tell that it's losing its power. For one, it appears a bit smaller than it did a few moments ago.

"Furthermore, a literal reaper went out of her way to ensure my survival, even though I only knew of her existence a few days prior," they add. "If that isn't a sign that I'm meant to be alive, then I don't know what is." Silence. The boogeyman continues to shrink.

"And even if I feel helpless and weak, I know for a fact that these guys will support me every step of the way. I almost feel sorry for you, because you'll never know what it's liked to be loved by even one person, let alone several. You'll just be seen as a mere object, a tool at best." MC directly calling out the boogeyman causes it to screech loudly as it quickly disappear back into its chest. Once the lid closes, MC collapses onto the ground and begins sobbing.

I look up at Craxon, and he silently nods, granting me permission to comfort MC. Diavolo and Belphegor are close behind.

In my opinion, MC has earned their star of humility.

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The Sorrow of The Blue

Note: I don’t know what compelled me to write this crossover, but I did. I’m also not too great at writing fanfics either. That being said, enjoy, I guess. lol.

GIF by pieropann

You were not supposed to be here. Most likely.

It’s strange, you had previously said that every gem that had visited this planet had turned traitor. And look at you now, enjoying the very earth that you had so callously declared to despise many millennia ago.

Were you a traitor then?

Perhaps.

You sat quietly on the steps of a worn staircase, your cloak’s hood covering you as a veil. You had come alone, you wanted to be, needed to be.

Yellow thought you were hysterical too often. You were a Diamond, not some puny, overly emotional lower life form. You were supposed to act according to your expectations - the very expectations set by the controlling White.

You sighed, your hands folded neatly on your lap. A thick tear dribbled down your cheek, but you didn’t bother to wipe it away. There was no point. More would follow shortly afterward anyway.

“Oh my,” You heard a voice say. It was a male. A male human. You kept your gaze ahead, looking at the flowers growing through the mulch in the garden. They were so organized, not a petal out of place.

Unlike your life.

The thought made a few more hot, salty tears of anguish spill down your cheeks. You let them flow. You were used to crying, though the feeling was never therapeutic. Crying was supposed to make you feel better, yet all it had done for you was make you feel so much worse. You felt weak and helpless.

“Miss, are you alright?” The voice asked again. You turned your head, a look of surprise on your flushed and watery features. It was an older human male.

“Ye—yes, I’m quite alright.” You responded, wiping your eyes as you fruitlessly attempted to collect your bearings. “I was just…lost in thought.”

You look ahead at the garden again. It’s so beautiful and serene, especially considering that it’s coming from the hands and care of a human.

“Your garden is lovely,” You swallow the lump lodged in your throat. It hurts, but you push the feeling away. “I did not think that a human would be capable of creating such beauty, but it seems I was wrong.”

“Why, thank you, Miss?” The old man says expectantly, but you’re back deep in your own swirling thoughts of grief, longing, and blame to notice. Your head hurts, like someone is rapping their hand against it as if it’s a door that needs to be opened.

He takes a quick glance at you and noticed your unnatural skin color, but makes no mention of it. Rather, he opts to sit next to your tall form as you remain seated silently on those steps.

You’re trespassing on private property, but he knows better than to openly acknowledge that. He has no clue if you know that fact or if you’re a threat. He’s playing with fire just by getting close to you like this, but somewhere in his heart he can tell you need something to bring you back to the present.

“Something on your mind?”

“Yes.” You answer faintly, your head bowing a little further as your hood covers more of your face. “I just miss what life used to be like, long ago. I could smile more. I was happy. But now, I am not. And I—”

“—Wish you could go back?” He asks. “Me too, sometimes. But unfortunately, we cannot turn back time.”

“You ‘too’?” You echo, your head lifting as you look at him in mild surprise; another tear rolls down your cheek and lingers at the end of your chin. “You know how I feel?”

“Of course,” He nods solemnly. “There are days I wish I could go back and change the past. Some nights I think to myself what could’ve been had I done something differently.”

“I’m surprised a human being is capable of understanding how I feel.” Your quiet voice murmurs. He doesn’t acknowledge the way you worded that. “What have you lost?”

“I’ve lost many people in my life. Some gone too soon, and others not. The pain doesn’t get any better, but I have learned to keep looking ahead. I can’t take care of the people in my life now if I spend my days dwelling on the past.”

“That’s very intelligent of you to say.” The words aren’t necessarily groundbreaking, but they are reminding. Reminding you that you need to learn to push forward, that there’s nothing more you can do. And it is what it is.

You feel somewhat better, for the first time in hundreds of years.

You pause, a tired, melancholic smile etching itself on your face as you lean in and look at him. You lift your hood enough so that your face is no longer covered. “You know, I really shouldn’t be here.”

“I am aware.” The older man comments offhandedly. Just as he ignored you calling him out as a “human,” you pretend not to hear that little remark of his.

“But, I’m glad I came here.” You continue. “You remind me so much of the others. I wish you could meet them.”

Just as you say that, you have an idea. Standing to your full height, you reach a hand down and pick him up, cradling the man to your shoulder. You pay no attention to his stunned gasp as you begin to walk to your destination.

Oh, the others will be so happy knowing you’ve made a new friend.

Hours pass, and the sun begins to set. The pink, purple, and orange colors paint across the sky as if it were a canvas, and the moon’s glow begins to shine faintly through the passing clouds.

A young man, with black hair and a tuft of white at the front looks at the others behind him, his eyebrow raised in confusion and his blue eyes squinting in disbelief.

“Where the hell’s Alfred?”

"Hi, baby. You miss me?" he asks, his voice low and seductive as he snakes towards you with deliberate steps.

that's fucking it. im SO weak for heeseung in this series be it the prince of hell or an angel, lee heeseung you'll always be a menace and i love you for it/

“Do you remember? You were grinding yourself on my foot like a pathetic little bitch.”

STOP?!?!?!

"My offer is still on the table, baby," he murmurs, his voice laced with a mixture of desire and determination. "Come find me."

HEESEUNG GET LOST😭😭😭

‘Fuck, Jaeyun, you look so pretty sucked into my pussy like that’.

oh? oh.

"Sorry, force of habit," he confesses, his tone filled with remorse. Yet, it's a habit he shouldn't have slipped back into so effortlessly, yet it felt like breathing; as if touching you was his birthright.

sunghoon :(( why is he so soft here i love him

Yet, he is still posing the offer to get rid of her for you to stay. No person in love would give their partner up so easily.

EXACTLY???? so many questions

“I’m…here,” he breathes out, dejection laced within his tone.

😭😭😭😭

OKAY the whole confession scene???? why must you make me suffer this way aj what do you want from me "I think you brought my humanity back," stoppppppppppppppp im crying “But you’ll never be mine. Jaeyun is your soulmate, how the fuck am I supposed to compete with that?” oh my goshshshs the heaviness in this sentence is hitting me so bad

"We could."

YAWSSSSSSSS HERE IT GOESSKJDFKS

“That I should kiss you.”

THIS IS WHERE I L O S E IT I LOVE SCENES LIKE THIS LIKE THE INTIMACY???? THE HONESTY???? THE DESIRE????

“Let’s make her feel everything she deserves. Don't be selfish, understand?”

PARK SUNGHOON IM ON MY FUCKING KNEES.

“I want you to ride his face, baby girl, you can do that for me, can’t you?”

fuck offfff no WAYYY ohhh this is going to be sooo hot

Their synchronised actions take you by surprise as both boys wear smug smiles, their eyes alight with mischief as they slide down the bed, positioning themselves between your thighs with confident ease.

IM LOSING IT HELPPP

As their lips meet in a tender kiss, the room seems to hold its breath, the air thick with unspoken emotions.

that's it i love this. so damn much.

Jaeyun looks up with his big eyes and smiles, then kisses a heart pattern on your chest, a ritual he has performed countless times since becoming yours. It’s his unique way of saying good morning and expressing his affection.

HE'S.SO.CUTE.

“My pretty girl. Have you come to take me up on the offer finally?”

get this man off this series please i cannot do this im too weak for this yn take the offer up please

“My soul. Take it.”

YN YOU STUPID BIT- im sorry she's so fucking brave what the fuck??? oh damn to be able to love like that

Jaeyun, not wanting to be left out, pouted and tossed his controller aside. He scrambled over, a wide smile on his face, and wrapped his arms around both of you. "My two favourite people!" he exclaimed, his voice brimming with joy as he squeezed you both tightly.

good lord may the world never hurt this man

AJ😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

tdh is something that i will never forget for the rest of my life. im not even lying, thought this fanfiction era of us might be shortlived? the way you write, the emotions these characters have felt? i've felt them too you're such an amazing writer i actually have no words. this is incredible im so glad i got to read this.

tdh is so so close to my heart😭😭😭

also please never write tdh heeseung again or i will shoot myself im kidding im not strong enough for him

also the smut 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩 starstruck as we speak, it was crazy good aj i love you so much okay bye

KAYZ I HAD A FEELING YOU WOULD LOVE IT SKSKDJDJDJ thank you so much for supporting me bc i seriously appreciate it more than i can ever express!

i'm super duper glad you loved the epilogue! i'll cherish this series so much and even as you've broken it down like this i realise how much i love and will miss them 😭

Last post before I crash and no-one hears from me until I return from my first final the morrow’s eve (a changed man no doubt) but there’ll never be anything funnier to me than consistently being viewed as a composed and calm saviour by peers while I’m, actively and uncontrollably losing it.

my anger is hitting astronomical levels lately and i hate it

You know reading vol 5 of mdzs before all the rest (don't ask me why I'm a clown and there were Circumstances) has to be the craziest experience of my life. Because it took all of ten minutes of wwx talking to literally hit me so hard in the gut I had to sit down and listen to really loud music for a while to calm down.

Who needs therapy when mxtx is alive and writing, I guess????? 🤡

Can't wait to get to the actual tragic parts I just know I'm gonna be that "help" frog phone meme

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ur grading people and if they get an f theyre blocked? my main you aint a kindergarten teacher this is a microblogging platform

yeah, that's why there's that function called blocking! :) cuz this is a microblogging site! that's what microblogging platforms have! :) so you don't have to put up with people's shit! :) interesting that kindergarten teachers where you live are capable of blocking people in real life, hope you had fun with that

why do I always get so embarrassed when I think about writing for a chronically ill reader omfg

and for the longest time, I never liked reading fics where the reader was said to do explicit things that I can’t, or have to measure first, or consult with my doctor about it beforehand. but now? I love being able to step out of my body, be able to smoke, drink white liquor with no carbs in my belly, eat a midnight snack without too much thought about it. but I also just want to write about things I can’t do, and still being loved all the while.

like theres not a lot of games im REALLY good at so when there are ones i latch on super hard. and boy have i latched on to this one

do u ever just find continuous signs tht ur not meant to be here

gloomy thoughts :(

I feel like i’ve broken the cycle of abuse? I feel like I’ve found a way out of landing myself in abusive relationships.

i think i might have ocd