Artist- Monica 

Title- Love All Over Me

My Turn

A/N - part two of All Tied Up.

Warning - smutty smut smut. And then more smut. Enjoy!!!

“My turn,” he whispers in my ear.

Pulling my head back, he licks and nips at my neck, his fingers pumping in and out of my pussy faster as he uses his thumb to circle my clit. My eyes roll to the back of my head as he starts to move lower, sucking and biting my hard nipples.

I inhaled sharply at the sensation, heat pooling at my core. “fuck, Sam…”

I can’t help but squirm underneath him as he finger fucks me, the wet sounds of my slick and his cum mixing together as he pumps his fingers inside me turning me on more and more and I can feel my orgasm building, my entire body trembling until I can take it no more, exploding around his fingers.

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“Cheers to a happy ending for a character intended by his creator to be karmically irredeemable. May we all be so fortunate.” -Taliesin Jaffe

Spotify (x) Playmoss (x)

(More explanation on song choices under the cut)

Sleepsong- Bastille (A song for running and regret- Percy’s entire world falls apart in the span of one night)

All you wanted is someone onto whom you can cling
Your mother warned of strangers and the dangers they may bring
Your dreams and memories are blurring into one
The scenes which hold the waking world slowly come undone
You’ll come undone

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Life of a Whovian
  • me: David Tennant is leaving.
  • me: i will NEVER love another doctor. DAVID I dont want you to go
  • me: who the hell is matt smith
  • me: I LOVE ELEVEN GERONIMO! fish fingers and custard.
  • me: Matt Smith is leaving.
  • me: i will NEVER love another doctor. Matt I never want you to go
  • me: Peter fucking Capaldi malcolm tucker cant be the Doctor
  • me: I love TWELVE!!! EYEBROWS EYEBROWS everywhere!
  • me: peter capaldi is leaving
  • me: i will NEVEr love another doctor. Peter please dont ever leave
  • me: *bitch you know you will love 13 all over again*
  • me: CRIES
Maybe…you’ll fall in love with me all over again.“
“Hell,” I said, “I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?”
“Yes. I want to ruin you.”
“Good,” I said. “That’s what I want too.
—  Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms
Maybe…you’ll fall in love with me all over again.”
“Hell,” I said, “I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?”
“Yes. I want to ruin you.”
“Good,” I said. “That’s what I want too.
—   Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms
Empty Heart [REQUEST]

This request was from ages ago so I hope the person hasn’t forgotten about it! I do love a little bit of Sehun in my life so they was a pleasure to write and I hope you all like it. There is a lot of fluff and it’s quite long.

Jade xo

“I’m sorry Mr Oh,” the doctor started, bowing low to Sehun. “From what we can gather, your fiancé fell down a long flight of concrete stairs. Her leg is broken, as are five of her ribs. Our main concern is your fiancé’s brain. She suffered a major trauma and there may be some damage to her brain. We’re waiting for the results of the scans and then we’ll know more as to the extent of the damage.”

Sehun ran a hand through his hair and let out a long breath. “Thank you for everything doctor. Is it possible to see her now?”

“Yes, but you need to take it slow with her. We don’t know the extent of her trauma, plus she is on a lot of pain medication,” the doctor explained with a smile before bowing out and leaving Sehun standing outside your hospital room.

Knocking lightly, he slowly opened the door and peeked his head inside. You were there, his fiancé, sitting upright in the bed connected to a few machines that beeped steadily,  not to mention the number of tubes coming out of your body. Sehun’s heart dropped as your tired eyes looked up at him and then quickly looked away. One of the nurses had warned him that you may have some memory problems but he didn’t believe you could actually forget him until he saw in the indifference on your face.

You were brought out of your daze by a tall doctor knocking on your door. The first thing you noticed was how handsome he was, his broad shoulders looking like they could carry the world, the features of his face all contributing in a beautiful face. If you weren’t already short of breath from your broken ribs, the man’s handsome appearance would have taken the air right out of your lungs.

“Hello,” you murmured quietly, dipping your head out of respect as he slowly entered your room.

When you spoke, his face pulled down in sadness and you noticed how tired this doctor looked. His eyes were tinted red like he had been crying and were shadowed by dark circles. Almost as a reflex, you wanted to reach out and touch his face, to take his pain away.

But that was crazy. You’d never met this man before.

“How are you feeling?” he asked attentively, sticking to the wall by the door. His bottom lip will pulled into his mouth, which for some reason made you want to reach over and pull it back.

You didn’t understand why you were feeling like this. “Like I fell down a flight of concrete stairs, “ you replied, watching a small smile crawl onto his lips. It lit up his whole face and made you want to see it more. You laughed lightly and instantly regretted it when pain shot up your chest as your ribs dug into your lungs.

“I’m not sure this is the time to be making jokes,” he said quietly, taking a few steps closer so he was just past the foot of your bed. Still too far to reach him. “Do you recognise me at all?”

It was hard not to frown as you tried to work out if he was familiar. The feelings he was making you feel were very familiar and you knew you had seen those lips before but you couldn’t remember anything. “I’m sorry, should I know who you are?”

He gasped and had to hold onto the end of the bed for support. “That’s what you said to me the first day we met,” he said slowly, looking straight into your eyes. The stare was so sad, it broke your heart. “You were a bit more arrogant back then though.”

Back then? Back when? This doctor wasn’t making any sense.

“Why don’t I remember that? Why don’t I remember you?” you asked, growing more and more frantic. The confusion was whirling around in your head and you couldn’t understand what was going on. “Who are you?” All you had were questions threatening to spill out just like the tears in your eyes.

The man pulled up a chair and sat down beside your bed. His hand reached out like he was going to take yours but he quickly pulled it back and held it in his lap. “You hit your head when you fell and the doctors think it damaged your memory. They are running more tests but they seem hopefully,” he explained, his face moving to a sad smile.

“But who are you?” you asked, feeling the tears fall from your face from frustration.

“I’m your fiancé,” he told you quietly, peeking up at your face to gauge your reaction. “My name’s Sehun, we met five years ago, we moved in together two years ago and last December I asked you to marry me.”

Tears clouded your vision and you turned your head into your pillow to hide your crying face. “No,” you repeated in disbelief, your voice muffled as you shook your head and buried it further into your pillow. “No, no, no!”

“It’s going to be ok,” your fiancé tried to reassure, a hand gently soothing your arm. At his touch, you pulled your arm back, more out of surprise than anything else. “The doctors think there’s a good chance this isn’t permanent, all we have to do is jog your memory.”

You lifted your head and wiped your eyes dry, sniffling back the tears. “How can I not remember my own fiancé?” you exclaimed, feeling dizzy with all the confusion. Where was that shot of morphine when you needed it? “You said we’ve been together for five years, why can’t I remember any of it?”

Sehun’s expression was sad as he ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t know,” he murmured, his voice filled with despair. “But I promise you, I will do my best to help you remember. Even if I have to make you fall in love with me all over again, I won’t let you go through this alone.”

It was a week before you were allowed to leave the hospital. Sehun stayed with you the entire time you were in the hospital, telling you about himself and how he met you and everything up until the moment you fell down the stairs. Unfortunately for the pair of you, nothing seemed to jog your memory.

It was strange though, to look at him and listen to him talk about all these amazing things you had done together and had no recollection. He sounded so romantic and before the accident, he probably would have warmed your heart but now, your heart was empty. There wasn’t anything there, just confusion.

When it came time for you to be discharged, you didn’t know what to do. As far as you knew, you lived with Sehun in a one bedroom apartment. It didn’t feel right going home with someone who was essentially a stranger, even if he did claim to be your fiancé. Where else would you go though? It was as much your home as it was his. Sehun offered to go and stay in a hotel but you didn’t want him to do that. Not only did you need his help but you worried if he left if you would ever get your memories back.

In the end, you decided both of you would go home and Sehun would sleep on the sofa.

When Sehun brought you home, he secretly prayed that being in such a memorable environment such as your home, would help bring your memories back. As he supported your side through the door, his eyes were fixed on your face, hoping to see the little light bulb flash up in your head when you suddenly remembered.

But when you walked in the same scared and confused expression you had been wearing since the accident, he knew his prayers were unanswered.

It didn’t stop him from trying though. He’d show you lots of photographs in the hopes that it would help. He took you all around the city showing you all the places you visited together. Nothing seemed to help regain your memory and Sehun was starting to lose hope that it would ever come back, despite what the doctors said.

His band mates had noticed Sehun’s descent into a depressive mood. They were used to their maknae fooling around and playing pranks on his hyungs but now Sehun just came to work, smiled when he was on camera and then sat quietly in the corner of their dressing room. They all wanted to help but weren’t sure how. In the end Chanyeol came up with an idea. They all pooled together their random videos that they had taken on their phones and Chanyeol edited them together in a short film for you and Sehun.

The boys came over one night with chicken and premiered their little movie. Sehun couldn’t watch the videos of what his life used to be like, instead focusing on your face while you watched it. Tears filled up your eyes and his heart lifted in the hope that you were remembering.

But when the short film finished, you looked at Sehun with a sad expression, he knew it hadn’t worked. Yet you were crying. “I’m sorry,” you murmured, quickly wiping your eyes. “I want to remember so bad because it looks like we really loved each other, but I can’t,” you said through your quiet sobs.

“It’s ok,” he told you softly, wishing he could reach out and soothe you. He wanted nothing more than to take the pain away. “It won’t always be like this.”

For the first time since the accident, you reached and wrapped your fingers around his, holding on tight. “Thank you for loving me,” you told him sincerely, the tears building up again. “I may not remember you but I can tell how much you loved me and I’m so glad I had someone like that in my life.”

“You still do!” Sehun insisted quickly, gripping your hand in both of his. While your tears were spilling down your cheeks, his own were gathering in the corners. “I will always love you, I told you so when I asked you to marry me. And even if it takes another five years of showing how much I love you, it’s worth it.”

You wiped the tears off your face and smiled through the sobs. “I don’t need my memories to tell me how lucky I am,” you said with a little laugh.

Sehun wiped the back of his hand across his cheek just as a tear fell. “How about we start again? We’ll wait for your memories to come back and in the meantime, we make some new ones.”

“I like the sound of that,” you giggled, squeezing his hand tight before asking to watch the film again.

It had been three months since the accident and you were mending well, although your memories weren’t back. Your ribs were healed but still sore and tender. However your leg was proving slow to heal; the cast was off but you still had to use a crutch and walk with a limp. Sehun liked to tease you and call you ‘peg leg’.

Things with your fiancé were going well too. He took you on dates whenever he could – to the movies, boat trips down the Han River, the restaurants you used to love. It was different though. He wasn’t trying to jog your memories like before, he was serious about making new ones. The dates felt like they were your first, like you had started dated which essentially you had.

And slowly you started to fall in love with him.

You missed him when he was at rehearsals and couldn’t wait for him to come home. He was still sleeping on the sofa but the level of intimacy was growing; you held hands a lot and cuddled each other but kissing was still a no go. The hardest part was now he was going back on tour, travelling for long periods of time, just when you had gotten used to him being around.

At the moment he was finishing up a little tour of China. He had been gone for only a week but it had been a very long week for you. Every morning he called you up to check on how you were and then he’d call you after his concert to say goodnight. He wouldn’t call tonight however because he was on a plane coming home.

All evening you had tried to distract yourself by cleaning the house. You had vacuumed, mopped, polished and scrubbed every surface in sight. The fridge had been cleaned out and organised. Even the inside of the toilet was spotless. By 11pm, you were exhausted but determined to stay up and wait for Sehun. Moving into the bedroom, you started organising your wardrobe. It was hard to do when you were relying on your crutch so much but you managed about half of it.

“Bloody hell,” you sighed to yourself, limping back to your bed. You propped your crutch up beside you but it slid off the bed to the floor. When you reached for it, you ended up falling off the bed with a bump to the head. “Ow!” you cried out, huffing and puffing as you wearily tried to right yourself.

Under the bed, a little white box caught your attention. You had only seen it once, a couple of weeks ago. Sehun was rooting through it but when you came into the room, he packed it up and you didn’t see it again. Until now. You pulled it out from under the bed and sat with it on your lap, lifting up the lid slowly. Inside were lots of letters tied together in their envelopes.

At random, you picked one out and ran your hand across the handwriting. It was addressed to Sehun and felt oddly familiar, which probably meant it was your letter to him. Unfolding the envelope, you pulled out the letter and read. As you did, the tears started to fall. It was a letter from when you were in school and he was a trainee about to debut. You could remember being in your dormitory writing the very same letter, spraying it with a little bit of perfume and then sealing the envelope with a kiss.

You could remember…

It was as if someone had turned the light on and everything suddenly made sense. In a blind panic, you read another letter and more memories can back to you. You remembered your fiancé, remembered how he asked you to marry him, how it felt for him to be completely yours. The emotion overwhelmed you and left you sobbing on the floor of your bedroom, tears practically pouring out of your eyes.

“I remember,” you murmured to yourself in shock, shaking your head in disbelief. The fact that your letters had been the thing to bring back your memory made you laugh through your crying as you hugged the box into your chest.

At that moment, you heard the lock of the door turn along with the distinct sound of suitcases hitting the floor. You remembered the sound from all the nights you had sat up waiting for Sehun over the years. Leaving the box on the bed, you grabbed your crutch and hoisted yourself to your feet, limping slowly to the front door. You were still crying and your face was probably red and puffy but you didn’t care, you just had to get to Sehun.

When you came round the corner and saw him taking his shoes off like he had a hundred times before, you couldn’t stop yourself. You tried to run to him, forgetting your injury, and as a result ended up on the floor.

In a flash Sehun was by your side, cradling your face and repeatedly saying your name. “What’s wrong honey? Tell me what’s wrong!” His hands were frantic, searching your face, wiping the tears away and moving your hair behind your ears. “Please tell me,” he murmured, his fingertips running down the side of your face. He used to do that when you couldn’t sleep; stroke your face until you fell asleep.

You tried to sniff back the tears and look up at him. “I remember,” you murmured, holding his face so you could look into his eyes. “I remember it all.”

Instantly Sehun eyes filled up with tears as he cradled your face and looked at you in confusion. “Everything?” he asked, his voice cautious and shocked like he didn’t want to believe it was true. He must have spent so much time hoping.

“I remember you,” you told him, looking him dead on in the eye. And if that wasn’t enough to convince him, you leaned forward and pressed your lips against his for a kiss.

He quickly pulled away, staring at you with a finger on his lip like he couldn’t believe you just kissed him. “Please tell me this isn’t a joke,” he pleaded, those tears in his eyes threatening to spill.

“It’s not a joke baby,” you told him, giggling through your own tears of happiness. “I remember it all!”

Sehun was quick to react, pulling you swiftly onto his lap and covering your mouth with his lips. His fingers reached up to where your hair was tied back and he pulled it out, tangling his fingers in the waves as they fell around your face.

“Everything right?” he asked, pulling back just to check.

You sighed and ran your hands down his chest. “Yes, it’s back. Now can we please get up off the floor because my leg is killing me?” Instead of helping you to your feet with your crutch like he had done the last few months, he lifted you straight up into his arms and carried you to the sofa, setting you down and then joining you with the blanket he had been sleeping with. It was only then you realised how respectful he had been while your memories had been missing.

“This is amazing,” he exclaimed when he sat down, quickly wrapping you up in the blanket and cradling you into his side. “How did it happen? When did it happen? Did it come back whilst I was in China?”

“Slow down baby,” you assured him, putting a hand on his neck and rubbing his softly like you knew he liked. “I found the box of all my letters under the bed and as I was reading them, everything just seemed to click into place. I can’t explain it properly but it was like the cloud of confusion in my head had been lifted.”

His mouth fell open in shock, his long fingers caressing your cheek with his gentle touch. “I told you it would come back,” he said with a hint of arrogance in his voice.

“I’m sorry it took so long,” you murmured, snuggling up into his side and breathing in his strong aftershave.

He laughed lightly and kissed the top of your head. “It’s my fault. I thought if you saw them, it would have done more damage than good,” he explained, dotting little kisses along your forehead.

“Then I wouldn’t have seen how amazing my future husband was,” you replied, reaching up to dot his lips with a kiss. “What’s the time?”

He showed you the watch on his arm. It was 00.04, officially past midnight. You looked up at him with a smile on your face. “Happy birthday baby,” you told him, loving that you could remember. Something had been nibbling your mind all day and you knew what it was now, your fiancé’s birthday.

“It’s already the best birthday in the world,” he whispered, leaning down for a kiss. “My wish has already come true.”

“What did you wish for?” you asked curiously.

“The Chinese staff brought out a cake last night and the whole stadium sang. It was amazing but all I could think about was you. I wanted your memories back.” He smiled down at you with his cocky grin.

“I guess your wish came true!”


Sounds Good Feels Good sentence starters
  • "I wanna be in the game."
  • "I wanna know, know your middle name."
  • "Right now you're killing the game."
  • "Everybody's gonna go big tonight."
  • "Drive this car through the drive-thru please."
  • "My girlfriend’s bitchin’ 'cause I always sleep in."
  • "She’s kinda hot though."
  • "My shrink is telling me I got crazy dreams."
  • "You’ve got a shot though."
  • "They say we’re losers and we’re alright with that."
  • "We are the leaders of the not-coming-back’s."
  • "We are the kings and the queens of the new broken scene."
  • "Sometimes I’m feeling like I’m going insane."
  • "It's not the end of the world, yeah, we've all been there before."
  • "We don't have to live this way."
  • "We can all get some."
  • "We can't afford to give up."
  • "Situation - no motivation."
  • "I know I'm out of line."
  • "Destination - permanent vacation."
  • "I know I'm an under-achiever."
  • "We're all so proud."
  • "We're the voice of the new generation."
  • "Everybody’s got their demons."
  • "I’m the one who ends up leaving."
  • "Now that I’m broken, now that you know it..."
  • "I’ve got a jet black heart and there’s a hurricane underneath it, trying to keep us apart."
  • "I’m holding on for dear life."
  • "There’s no way that we could rewind."
  • "Maybe there’s nothing after midnight that could make you stay."
  • "The blood in my veins is made up of mistakes."
  • "Let’s forget who we are."
  • "I’ve got a jet black heart."
  • "This is not who I'm supposed to be."
  • "I tried to deceive, tried to win you desperately, now I'm lost in this swirling sea of your sorry eyes."
  • "I will fight to fix up and get things right."
  • "I can't change the world but maybe I'll change your mind."
  • "The ghost of survivor's guilt can be so unkind."
  • "Broken boy meets broken girl."
  • "Maybe this time two wrongs make it right."
  • "We'll safety pin the pieces of our broken hearts back together."
  • "Raise ourselves and a middle finger 'cause they all think we're twisted."
  • "I don't wanna say goodbye to another night and watch you walk away."
  • "I don't wanna waste it, don't wanna waste tonight."
  • "I just need another hit; you're the thing that I can't quit."
  • "I want to be the one you remember."
  • "I want to feel your love like the weather; all over me."
  • "You make it sound so sweet when you lie to me."
  • "Young love, close the chapter, there's no ever after."
  • "Fell fast, ended faster."
  • "How'd we drift so far away from where we left off yesterday?"
  • "All I see is good times disappearing and I'm trying to hold on."
  • "I'm not leaving."
  • "You say you wanna, but do you wanna run away?"
  • "Where you going? Always running."
  • "Look at me in the eye; is anyone there at all?"
  • "Does it have to be this tragedy?"
  • "Why don't you just reach out and make it clear to me?"
  • "They would yell, they would scream, they were fighting it out."
  • "Holding onto a dream while she watches these walls fall down."
  • "Hey mom, hey dad; when did this end? When did you lose your happiness?"
  • "I'm here alone inside of this broken home."
  • "I'm stuck in between a nightmare and lost dreams."
  • "I'm over all the small talk."
  • "I won't waste another day wishing this would fade away."
  • "No one sees me."
  • "I was already missing before the night I left, just me and my shadow and all of my regrets."
  • "Who am I when I don't know myself?"
  • "Wasted days, dreaming of the times I know I can't get back."
  • "Most of my life, I sat on my hands, I don't make a sound."
  • "I've something to prove, nothing to lose."
  • "All of this time, I questioned myself."
  • "Make believe worlds make us all feel alive."
  • "I can still taste you like it was yesterday."
  • "You were more than I deserved."
  • "I wanna get back to where we started."
  • "You know, we had it right."
  • "I swear that it's still haunting me."
  • "I guess I was running from something."
  • "I was running back to you."
  • "If you can love me again, I could let go of everything."
  • "The darkest night never felt so bright with you by my side."
  • "Love me like you did; I'll give you anything."
  • "Carry on, let the good times roll."
  • "You know it's gonna get better."
  • "I got one foot in the golden life, one foot in the gutter."
  • "So close to the other side, so far from the wonder."
  • "Carry on, outlast the ignorance."
  • "I'm chasing your sick little heart."
  • "Would a last kiss leave me wanting more?"
  • "I'm trapped under your spell."
  • "I'm twisted back up in the madness, repeating history."
  • "Promise me, you'll never let me leave."
  • "Damned if I do, damned if I don’t."
  • "I've always wondered where you've been."
  • "Tell me if you wanted it at all."
  • "I got a long term plan with short term fixes."

Maybe…you’ll fall in love with me all over again.”
“Hell,” I said, “I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?”
“Yes. I want to ruin you.”
“Good,” I said. “That’s what I want too.

— Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms

—  Scorpio & Leo Couple.

I missed this old request huhu sorry anon (good thing I browsed through the old ones)


-Admin Terra


“Good morning!” Hyungwon, your crush, walks up to you.

It surprised you, making some of the books you were holding fall to the ground. Hyungwon helped you pick them up and smiled sweetly.

“Good morning to you too.” You muttered shyly, “And thanks.”

“No problem.” He ruffled your hair, “See you later in the classroom.”

You blushed as he walks away from you, feeling happy that he greeted you so early in the morning.

“Sooo.” One guy sneakily said beside you, “You like Hyungwon?”

You turned and saw Jooheon, your seatmate. You glared at him for interrupting your amazing morning,

“And so what if I do?” You replied coldly, making Jooheon snicker.

“So you do like him.” He stuck out his tongue and skipped away.

“What the hell.” You thought to yourself, “What a weird guy.”

You arrived at the classroom and sat down. To your surprise, Hyungwon went to you and started a conversation. Oh god, you thought to yourself, this is heaven. Jooheon, however, saw the situation and intended to break it. 

“Hey Hyungwon! Did you know that (Y/N) likes—–”

You hurriedly covered his mouth, trying to sound as threatening as possible;

“You shouldn’t say unnecessary things.” You snapped, forcing a smile.

Jooheon took control and tickled you IN FRONT OF HYUNGWON. You laughed until tears were filling your eyes, making Jooheon laugh too. You hit his shoulder playfully and decided to talk to Hyungwon. Unfortunately, he already left while you were playing with Jooheon. Ever since then, you started to talk and spend more time with Jooheon, making him more and more jealous.

“Jooheon” Hyungwon followed Jooheon to the restroom, “I didn’t know you were close with (Y/N).

“It just happened..” He thought about a plan, “Because I found out who she likes.”

Hyungwon’s eyes grew and his mouth opened unconsciously.

“Wh–What?” He panicked, “Who is he?….IS IT YOU?”

Jooheon broke down in laughter until he couldn’t breathe properly.

“Go and ask her.” Jooheon shrugged as he washed his hands, listening to Hyungwon’s fast steps.

You just arrived at your house and decided to talk a quick shower. You stripped naked and turned on the hot water. A doorbell disrupted you so you angrily wrapped yourself in a towel and stomped your way to the front door, preparing to glare at that person.

“Hey.” Hyungwon greeted you, sweating and out of breath.

When he realized you were only wearing a towel, he blushed and and tried his best not to stare at you. You, too, blushed and told him to come inside. 

“Hold on.” You told him, “I need to change really quick.”

“N–No need, it’s okay!” He stuttered, “This will only take a few minutes.”

He cleared his throat and tried to seem confident, 

“Who do you like?” He stepped closer to you, making you step back and hit the wall on your back.

“Wh–What’s with that question?” You forced a laugh.

He unexpectedly banged the wall behind you with his fist, making you flinch and somehow nervous.

“Answer me.” His voice went deeper.

You felt so nervous that your whole body was shaking, sweating, and…kind of hot.

“Is it Jooheon?” He growled sexily, sending shivers under your skin.

“No,” You muttered slowly, “It’s…you.”

In an instant, he disposed your towel and began to shower you with love all over.

“Tell me that you love me.” He whispered through his kisses.

You bit your lower lip to avoid moaning too loudly.

“A–ah..” You muttered once more, “I love you, Hyungwon.”

He leaned closer to you, his lips an inch away from yours.

“I love you too.”

Then he kissed you passionately, showing you his genuine feelings and god, you felt it.

Things kind of escalated too quickly and before you knew it, Hyungwon was already inside of you, pumping in and out messily. He gasped in between his grunting, and tried his hardest to make you feel good too. He fondled both breasts and bit them playfully, hearing a sudden moan from you. 

“Scream my name.” He whispered.

“A–AH HYUNGWON!” You followed his order.

“More.” He looked at you with lustful eyes.

You screamed his name louder and said it more often, turning him on even more. He pumped faster and harder, making you cum first. After a few minutes, he finally released it, moaning out your name as he did it.

“Best confession ever,” He smirked.

“I know.” You told him, kissing once more on the lips.

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Have your good girl tonight

Requested: Yes Pairing: Michael and reader Rating: R Request: “Okay, could you do Michael smut where he finds out you have a praise kink and uses it on you? Also could you do some thigh riding, too? (:” A/N: this was really fun to write and I hope you all like it, especially the one who requested it!!! Enjoy xx “Miiichaaeeellll” I called out as I walked over to the couch. “Yeah, babe?” He piped up, eyes glued to the TV screen in front of him, not looking up as I sat on his lap. “Mikey, I miss you, babe”, I said, hoping he’d catch on. “Mm, babe I missed you, too!” He chirped, quickly kissing my cheek and reverting his attention back away from me. I huffed a bit and squirmed around on top of him, trying to cause enough movement to grab his attention. “Babe, stop, I can’t see”, he whined. “Well, I wish you’d just pay attention to me” I muttered under my breath, crossing my arms over my chest and leaning my head on his shoulder. He didn’t seem to hear me, not giving it a second thought as he just swung his arm around me. The next ten minutes continued along just like this, until I had finally had enough of it and decided to take matters into my own hands. If he wasn’t going to pay attention to me on his own, then I would make him. Turning around and reaching to the side table, I swiped the remote and quickly clicked the screen off, earning a groan on Mikey’s part and a “What the fuck, y/n?” At least he wasn’t just staring off into space, I thought. “Don’t give me any of that, Michael Clifford” I told him, quickly shutting him up and earning a surprised look. “Babe, we just moved in together and you’re always away working. Whether it’s doing interviews, recording, writing, whatever. I feel like sometimes we aren’t on the same page and we get a little distant. Mikey, I MISS you”, I faltered off at the end, emphasizing the “miss”. His eyebrows shot up, along with the sides of his mouth, the message obviously making itself clear at this point. His hands rubbed their way up my sides. “If that’s how you feel, sweetie, then why didn’t you just say something?” I laughed a little bit at that, responding with “Well, Michael, I was trying to subtly suggest that earlier, but you can be the densest person, sometimes!” He just chuckled a bit before attaching himself to my neck, quickly getting to the point. I groaned, finally getting what I’ve needed all day. I tangled my hands in his hair, not letting him pull away any time soon. Mikey hummed against my neck, looking into my eyes before pulling me in for a sweet, passionate kiss, his tongue immediately finding its way into my mouth, pulling heaven into me. I moaned into him, letting him know I wanted him to go a little further now. He tugged at the hem of my blouse, pulling up as he pulled away. As soon as the soft thud clattered through the room, he was pulled against me again, desperately trying to touch every inch of my exposed skin. He finally gripped my legs, pulling my hips closer to his and rubbing myself against him, earning a low groan from his lips. “Mikey, babe” I moaned, breathless as his lips traveled all over my neck and collarbones. I shifted to his thigh, straddling it as I quickly got some friction going between us. I pushed myself above him, pulling my shorts off and throwing them to the same corner as the shirt, not waiting for the soft landing to straddle his thigh again, getting back into the swing of things. It’s been so long since I’ve had him, fully had him to myself. Not in a rush, not whispering how much I love and adore him in his ear as I violently and simultaneously reach orgasm along with him. Michael’s lips stayed pressed against mine as his hands helped guide my hips into a rhythm of their own. I pushed and pulled against him, eliciting deep and needy moans from myself, Mikey pushing me along as one of his hands made their way to one of my breasts, pushing me further along. “Mm, Mikey I needed you so bad all day today” I moaned through gasps and deep breaths. “I know, babe. And now you have me, don’t you, my good girl?” His words shook the breath from my lungs, stealing the movement from my hips and quirking his pierced eyebrow. “What is it baby? Do you like having me? Do you like being my good girl?” I quickly nodded, bouncing and pulling myself along on top of his thigh, pulling the most beautiful friction against my clit, the cotton fabric of my panties helping aid the process. “That’s it, my beautiful girl, fuck my leg, baby girl, I know how much you love it, don’t you? You love fucking my leg, you love coming all over me, don’t you?"I nodded along to all of his words, my own not coming to the surface from my lungs. Mikey pulled my underwear to the side, my pussy making full contact against his bare leg, sitting in just his boxers on the couch, pushing me closer and closer. The sloppy sounds of my pussy pushing and slipping against him, skin to skin, filled the room and harmonized with the moans and whines coming from both of us. I was racing closer and closer to my orgasm as Mikey might have been desperately chasing his own as he pushed his hips up a few times, trying to capture some kind of friction of their own. "Mikey, babe, I’m so close, so so close” I gasped out, picking up the pace against him, his hands flying down to my hips, helping go at a rougher pace. “That’s it, baby, keep going, you’re doing so good, baby, just let it go” he moaned out, knowing what those words would do for me. “ohmygodmikey oh my god, yes , yes mikey please yes” I called out as it finally hit me, keeping the rhythm going through my entire orgasm, pushing my lips against his as I slowed down. He peppered kisses all over my cheeks before finally landing on my own lips, melting into me as I melted into him. Finally. It had been so long since I’d had him so fully to myself that I could just fully lose myself in him. “You were such a good girl for me, weren’t you, baby?” Mikey smirked at me as I laughed a bit. “Are you going to be a good girl for me again, and help me have you again?” He questioned, his second question going straight to my underwear, quickly getting me ready to go again, taking my time and having his good girl all to himself tonight.

anonymous asked:

SCM headcanon where the MC is at that old age where she is dying... And begins to doubt if the Gods still love her, because she's old and not as beautiful as she was when she was younger. And that the MC tells the Gods to leave her, because she feels like her deteriorating health is too much of a burden. But the Gods tell her that they still love her and is actually sad, but tries to stay strong for her and will love forever and wait for her next life to love her again. Bonus if MC dies after.

Your health is getting worst every day and you know that your days are numbered. You guy has been taking care of you but you feel like a burden to him. You do not want to let him feel that he has the obligation to take care of you. So you decide to ask him to leave you alone.

“I won’t blame or hate you for leaving me. Who would love an old woman?” You said weakly to him one day.

From their POV

I don’t know what to say to her when I heard what she told me. I know that whatever I said, she won’t believe me. Maybe she does but chose the otherwise for my sake. She always put me first even her days are numbered. That is why I love her so much even now.

“I do not think that I can ever find another woman who always put me as her priority. So I am going to be selfish. I am going to find you again after you are reborn. I want you to put me as your priority again. Will you?” I said to her softly as I touch her cheek, given her a little comfort from my power.

She lifts her hand up to touch my cheek. The moment she touch my face, I grab her hand tightly with mine. She closed her eyes and breathe out her last air. I lean forward to kiss her forehead as my tear flow down. I told myself that I will definitely find her again. I will make her fall in love with me all over again.

Why is she still so stubborn at her age now? Doesn’t she remember that I can read her mind when I touch her? I know she is lying to ease my burden. I can tell that even without touching her. I love her too much to let go of her, but I know her days are numbered.

“I can’t stand other woman except you. So I don’t think I can fall so madly with other except you. I make up my mind to look for you after you are reborn. You better don’t be so stubborn in your next life.” I tried to tease her but I know I can’t hold back my tear any longer.

She gives me a smiles and I embraced her in my arms. I can feel her breathing getting weaker and eventually stop after a while. Still refuse to let go of her, I continue to hug and told myself that I will find her again no matter where she is.

I wanted to break down and cry when I heard what she just said. However, I hold back to prevent upsetting her. There are so many times when I want to stop time, so that she will always be with me. However, I can’t as I know that she will be angry with me.

“You will always be beautiful goddess in my heart. Regardless how long it will take, I promise I will find you after you are reborn. Maybe I will speed up time, so we can be together again,” I tried to joke while trying hard to hold back my tear.

However, my tears start to flow down uncontrollable. She lifts her hand up to wipe away my tear and I immediately grab hold of her hand. She smiles sweetly at me before she closed her eyes. She is not going to wake up anymore. I will find you wherever you are.

I feel pain when she said that to me and I know she is doing it for my sake. I only want happiness for her and leaving her now is not going to make her happy. I love her so much that I wish to see her smiles all the time.

“I made a wish before at the fountain of love that you will be happy for all your days and always keep smiling. Therefore, I am going to find you again after you are reborn, so that I will give you happiness again and always make you smiles.” I looked at her passionately while holding her hands.

She give me her last lovely smiles before she closed her eyes forever. I send a message to her mind telling her that I find her soon. However, I know that she will never receive this message. I sob quietly as I continue to hold her hands.

Even at her deathbed, she is still selfless. Does she really think I will believe what she just said? I know she just hope I can find happiness again, but my only happiness is with her. I know this day will come as I already seen the future. However, it is still hard to face the fact.

“You and I are tied together with my star in your eye. There is no way I can forget you. If fate can bring us together in this life, I am sure my star in my eye will find you again in your next life.” I smiles at her as I touch her cheek.

She holds my hand and return her smiles. She then slowly closed her eyes and I can feel that she was gone. I am sure our star in our eye will lead us together again. I just need to find her. With that thought in my mind, I let out a tear of sadness.

It really hurt to hear her said that to me. There are so many times that I asked myself why my power can’t heal her old age. I love her for who she is. Her heart is still pure regardless of her age.

“Don’t be silly. I will still look for you after you are reborn. After all, you are the only woman who can accept my pranks. I will make sure I stay alive forever so we can be together again.” I forced a smile as I hold her hands in mine.

With a smiles, she closed her eyes with her last tear flowing down. I have told myself not to cry if ever this day occurs, but I still can’t stop myself from sobbing. I promise I will find you again no matter where are you born again. I will make you happy again.