I Know It's Hard. But I So Firmly Believe The Strongest Antidote To Loneliness Is Reaching Out First.

pledis_17: [17'S] 즐거웠던 겨울방학식📸

i am holding my loneliness and she is a teenage girl with puffy eyes, and i love her more than i have ever loved anyone

It’s weird to grow up in a family where you know you’re loved but you don’t feel loved. And then later in adulthood you understand how almost impossible it seems to cross that distance and let yourself experience closeness, how otherworldly love feels now and how love feels unbearable at times. You flinch when someone tries to wholeheartedly love you. And over and over you see so clearly how you cannot be loved unless it's from afar and love is mixed with that familiar sensation of distance and coldness.

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"The Mute Button" Short Modern!Mizu Smut Imagine

When Taigen once called when she was strap balls deep, instead of ignoring it she actually answered. You look over your shoulder in absolute disbelief and this woman has the audacity to hold her finger to her mouth to silence you.

You’re about to pull yourself off and lay into her about it when she claps a hand over your mouth. Hitting the “mute” button on her end, she starts pistoning her hips at a brutal pace. She winces when you bite down on her fingers with a muffled scream, shoving her hand harder against your mouth to quiet your noises.

She unmutes herself. “Uh huh, yeah,” the barest hint of breathlessness is in her bored voice as she slows her thrusts to deep, grinding rolls up against that spot that has your fingernails trying to gouge her wrists as your sight goes blurry. She keeps to a pattern of jackhammering like a demon when Taigen is speaking into her ear, deadly silent, then slowing to a leisure pace when she has to talk.

On and on and on until she feels you tense underneath her, and she leans down over you. She pumps her hips in rapid little thrusts to push you through your spasming orgasm until you whine in protest behind her hand and go boneless onto the mattress.

“Whatever. Just don’t fuck it up until I get there tomorrow,” she grunts when you jab your elbow back into her ribs in retaliation.

She hangs up, tossing her phone beside your hip.

Snatching your hair in one fist, she yanks it up hard to expose the back of your neck and sink her teeth in until it stings and you’re trying to rip her hair to get her off.

“Brat.”

She licks at the indention marks of her teeth in your skin.

“Demon.”

“Ooo, so mean.” She slaps your thigh, “Spread your legs. Round two.” She takes the hair tie around her wrist and pulls her sweaty hair up into a high bun.

“Oh, now you have the fucking time? Go fuck Taig-mmng!“ you spasm as she pulls out, only to plunge two of her fingers in before you can breathe.

“He doesn’t quite scream as pretty as you,” she snorts.

No because pride and prejudice isn't "I changed myself for you so you would love me back." It's "your blatant rejection and disdain for me made me realize things about myself no one had ever been bold enough to tell me so I sat down and evaluated all my behavior patterns and why they came about and came to the realization myself that I had to work on myself. Also I don't expect you to love me now that I'm a work in progress, so I'm just going to do nice things for you because I don't like seeing you hurt." No wonder P&P fans refuse to settle.

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