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lcvclywon · 6 months ago

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in sickness and in health

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synopsis After a long fight with Jay you find yourself giving him the silent treatment. Leaving you curled up alone sick in your room, with your only comfort being the instant tteokbokki you had microwaved for yourself earlier. However it seems Jay knew where to be and what to say at exactly the right times.

warnings: mentions of food, mentions of sickness, mentions of kissing, pet names (honey), slight angst, I made YN as the 6th member of lesserafim so that the whole same building thing made sense so...js roll with it pls 😁, also not proof read!, slight fighting

genre ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ hurt to comfort

pairings: idol!jay x idol!reader, established relationship

wc ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ around 1.14k

thoughts frm yuya 💭 i know i said i was gonna go on a hiatus but i needed a serotonin boost from writing after doing a horrendous maths paper.... so semi hiatus i guess ^^ anywaysss this drabble has been rotting in the back of my mind for a while soo here u are, i'm a huge huge HUGE sucker for hurt to comfort tropes so >,<

A week. It had been a week since you and Jay had a massive argument causing the two of you to give each other the silent treatment for god knows how long. However, as if the world was out to get you, the next morning after the fight you had been plagued with a sickness that you couldn’t quite pin down, all you knew was it left you bedridden until Friday.

Due to said sickness, you obviously couldn’t join your group for schedules and barely entered the building for dance practice. You hoped Jay would at least notice your absence, send a message asking where you were or something. But to your dismay, radio silence.

“Who cares about some stupid guy anyways…” Grumbling under your breath you reached for your chopsticks to skewer another rice cake from your measly plate of instant tteokbokki and shovel it down your throat. Maybe excessive spice you couldn’t handle and soft pillowy rice cakes could solve all your problems.

Ding dong! Weird, you didn’t think the members would be back this early?

Begrudgingly ripping the covers off and placing your bowl back on your table, you went to the door. Hair still an oily mess from not showering properly and clothes stuck to your body from sweat, you clearly weren’t in pristine condition to be meeting anyone. Please don’t be a delivery man, please don’t be a delivery man.

However, after opening the door, you found yourself standing in front of the one person you’d been longing for the whole week. Park Jongseong. Your gaze softened slightly and a small smile crept onto your lips, but then you remembered that you were still mad at him. Fighting the urge to embrace him and cry out for his name, you plastered on a stoic expression of indifference.

“What are you doing here.”

“Chaewon told me you were sick,” he said before entering into your dorm, not bothering to wait for you to let him in.

Making his way over to the kitchen he placed a white takeaway bag onto the counter before emptying its contents onto the table: a warm bowl of your favourite porridge and a cup of tea from your favourite cafe.

“What’s this?” positioning yourself in front of Jay, you scanned the table to see the numerous small boxes of side dishes sprawled across.

“Porridge, it’s good for you when you’re sick.” he replied before shooting his head over to the remnants of your tteokbokki “Honey why are you eating tteokbokki, you’re sick you shouldn’t be eating instant food.” he scolded before reaching over throw your lukewarm leftovers in the trash.

“It’s not that bad…” you mumbled whilst picking at the side dishes “And why do you suddenly care, thought you weren’t talking to me” Scoffing you shot him a dirty glare.

“Correction, you weren’t talking to me; I thought you needed some space, as you usually do after a fight.” well he wasn’t wrong, you did express to him that after arguments you wanted some time to cool down by yourself, “and also, I’m not ‘suddenly’ just caring YN. Who do you think Yunjin got all those drinks, medicines, and snacks from.”

Oh… so she didn’t buy them herself. Your gaze reached his eyes as you felt your heart soften slightly, “Okay, well you could’ve sent me a text or something. You could’ve come here and given it to me yourself, why today out of all days do you decide to come huh?” meeting your glossy eyes, Jay could tell how hurt you were over his actions. He couldn’t deny that it pained him to see you this upset.

“Okay look, I’m sorry. I wanted to come over, but Sakura said whatever you caught was contagious and that you isolated yourself to make sure you got nobody else sick. As I mentioned earlier, you told me you liked to have time to cool down after fighting, but it was stupid of me not to even try to text you. Today it all just-” Jay stopped his rambling, catching his breath before sighing out, “I just really missed you YN”

That was all the confirmation you needed to run into his arms and hug him so tight he didn’t even think about leaving again. Jay was quick to reciprocate, arms wrapping around you to engulf you into his warm embrace, head buried into the crook of your neck whispering sweet nothings.

Breaking away from the embrace and tilting your head up you were graced with a warm and familiar smile painted across Jay’s face; a smile you so badly missed the entire week.

“Don’t ever do that again.” you said with a pout

“Promise I won't honey,” his hands reached to cup your face before adding, “Only if you promise to stop eating that stuff when you’re sick.”

“Hey, it’s yummy! I can’t help it that I can’t cook soup or anything, tteokbokki has never failed me.”

“Guess I’ll have to keep bringing you food then.” he replied with a smirk

“Well, I could use a personal delivery man.” giggling you reached up to mirror his actions, cupping his face with your warm hands.

“Oh really, would a delivery man do this?” and with that he pressed a playful peck onto your lips; soft and gentle, something you missed dearly.

“Jay!” you exclaimed, “You can’t do that, you’ll get sick!”

“So. What.” he said between pecks, peppering your face with kisses as you giggled and placed your hands on his chest to try and push him away. Pulling away he looked into your eyes with a warm and gentle gaze, smiling softly before leaning in to give you a proper kiss. Feeling the worry of your sickness transferring to him vanish, you melted into the kiss whilst wrapping your arms around his neck. In response, his hand found its way to the small of your back while the other reached up to cup the back of your neck. It always astonished you how easily he could pull you into his orbit, almost made you forget about the soreness of your body and the fever plaguing you.

Retreating back he giggled at your pouting face. “I’d love to continue, but I wouldn’t want the food I bought you to get cold” intertwining your fingers with his, he led you over to a chair before sitting you down. “Let’s eat okay?” he muttered before taking his spot right next to yours, hand still intertwined with your fingers. His other hand however reached over to spoon you some porridge, moving the utensil closer to your mouth.

You happily bent forward to enjoy the bite he crafted for you, an all too familiar sensation bubbling up within you—a warmth you could only describe as, home. Jay felt like home. And you hoped he would for the rest of your lives.

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satori-runa · 13 days ago

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—Sweet as you

Summary: You and Captain Curly share a meal, despite your irritation regards the device that bakes your food.

Tags: Established Relationship, fluff, before the crash

Words: 0,8k

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No matter how many times you stand in the kitchen, Curly would always be amused by the sheer expression of despair on your face. He couldn't lie, it was extremely cute for him to see your brows furrow in irritation and your nose scuffing up slightly.

“You can't tell me that is cooking.” You mumbles, glancing at the device on the counter and the two packs of different ingredients in your hand. “This is more like…dark forbidden witchcraft.”

Being stuck in space, between all these stars, means that there is no fresh food, shops, or delivery services. The crew was certainly stuck with the device that mixes packs to make dishes. And as a former self-claimed chef, you hated it. This wasn’t cooking, and it never would be.

“Food is food.” The Captain chuckled quietly, bringing some tone into his usually exhausted voice. “As long as it works and we don't starve.” He took the packs gently out of your hands and placed them onto their respective spots in the cooking device, watching it close and make some bread.

“Told you, evil witchcraft.” You sighed, crossing your arms as you watched the machine whirr to life, producing something that only barely resembled real food. “I miss actual cooking.” You muttered, leaning against the counter. “You know, where you chop vegetables, sauté things, maybe burn a little garlic by accident.”

Curly smiled, stepping closer to you, his shoulder brushing against yours. “I know,” he said softly, his voice less teasing now. “And I miss seeing you in your element, making something real. But hey, when we get out of here, I might see what I can do to improve this experience for you. Who knows, maybe we can get an actual freezer to store products and a stove.” His eyes softened as he looked at you, the exhaustion of space life momentarily lifting.

You looked up at him, your frustration melting a little under his gentle gaze. “You promise?”

He chuckled, a hand resting lightly on your waist. “Of course. You’re going to make us a feast as soon as we’re planet-side again.”

You laughed softly, leaning into him. “I’ll hold you to that.” The warmth of his body against yours was comforting, and you moved your hands to hold him closer.

Curly pressed a light kiss to your forehead, his hand brushing through your hair. “In the meantime, we’ve got witchcraft bread.” He grinned, reaching for the freshly made loaf. “And the company isn’t so bad either.”

You smiled, resting your head against his chest. “I guess I can live with that.”

You settled at the small table with Curly, the freshly made bread, and some packets of synthetic jam between you. Despite your earlier complaints, the warmth of the meal and the quiet intimacy of the moment made it feel… different. Better. Curly tore off a piece of bread and handed it to you, his eyes soft as he watched you.

You hesitated at first, taking a small bite, expecting the usual bland taste. But somehow, with Curly sitting across from you, smiling like that, it didn’t seem so bad. The bread was warm, and the sweetness of the jam clung to your tongue in a way that felt almost comforting.

“You’re enjoying it.” Curly said, his lips shifting into a grin as he watched your expression soften.

“Maybe just a little.” You admitted, taking another bite. “But it’s definitely not because of the bread.” You smiled at him, feeling the warmth of the moment wrap around you like a blanket.

Curly chuckled, taking a bite himself. But when you noticed a few crumbs clinging to his lips, you reached out instinctively. “You’ve got something…” You murmured, brushing the crumbs off the corner of his mouth with your thumb. His lips quirked at your touch, eyes twinkling.

Before you could pull your hand back, Curly gently caught your wrist, holding it in place. His gaze locked with yours for a moment, soft and teasing, before he slowly leaned forward. His lips pressed against your fingers, and he licked a bit of jam that had smeared onto your skin, his eyes never leaving yours.

A warm flush spread across your cheeks as his lips lingered, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine. “Tastes better this way.” He murmured with a playful smile.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, heart fluttering at the way he looked at you, so full of affection. “You’re impossible.” You whispered, feeling the closeness between you like a steady heartbeat.

“Maybe.” He said, still holding your hand gently in his, “But I make the jam taste sweeter, don’t I?”

You rolled your eyes, but your smile never faded as you leaned closer, resting your forehead against his. “Yeah, you do.” You whispered, feeling the warmth of him giving you comfort.

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cannellee · 4 months ago

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Hi, I hope you're well?

How do the Alpha!TR-boys behave (Mikey, Chifuyu, Baji, Kazutora, Izana, Kakucho, Shinichiro and South) when his Omega finally born their puppy?

But only if you want it or you feel like good.

Thank you very much :D

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ☆

୨୧ alpha! tokyorev x omega! reader (pairing: mikey, chifuyu, baji, kazutora, izana, kakucho, shinichiro, south)

— their reactions to their omega giving birth

I kinda gave up at the end sorry it's not as detailed as the others😭

MY MASTERLIST : ☆

𐙚 ALPHA! MIKEY

mikey's overly excited, grinning from ear to ear like a child. you actually wanted to keep your pregnancy a secret from people and simply keep this a secret between you and mikey.

however, once your belly grows big enough that it's impossible to ignore it, mikey's the first to spread the news, happy to finally share that he's the one who knocked you up. despite his joy, he's feeling especially cautious and possessive. he's constantly oscillating between an extreme aggressiveness and an excessive care for you. it's a weird combo, but it works out for the both of you and you quickly find your balance during those 9 months.

when you get closer to your delivery, you can both feel it and while you get more sensitive and fragile because of all the hormones fighting inside you, mikey switches and reacts to your own needy pheromones. you can start smelling your baby's own soft scent and it sets mikey on edge to know he has to protect two human beings now, he's even more alert than before.

giving birth was hard and exhausting, and mikey stayed right by your side the whole time, acting like a moral support. hearing your little baby's first cries was truly an emotional moment : when mikey finally realised that he was a father. looking at your child's face, he smiled at how frail and how precious he looked. holding his tiny hand, he felt the responsibility of protecting and providing for his family even stronger than before, absolutely determined to cherish the both of you.

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𐙚 ALPHA! CHIFUYU

chifuyu, like all the others, is extremely ecstatic to hear you are expecting. when you first tell him, he's holding you in his arms, spinning you around and kissing your giggling face all over.

even before you can see a bump on your stomach, he's always caressing it, feeling giddy inside knowing he's going to be a father. it's your first child : he's anxious and afraid he won't do great, of course you reassure him, feeling your motherly instincts take over, you can't help yourself from wanting to help your mate feel okay.

but despite his initial anxiety, chifuyu quickly pulls himself together, ashamed he even let his pregnant omega take care of him when he is supposed to support her during this tough journey. he grows more confident and assertive during those 9 months, naturally taking the lead and being fully capable of knowing exactly what you need.

when you finally give birth, he's right by your side, holding your hands and letting you dig your nails as painfully deep as you need during the whole process. he's constantly checking on you, talking you through it to get your mind off of the pain of labour. even with your sweaty face and tired eyes, you remain the most beautiful omega in his eyes and he doesn't hesitate to kiss your lips once he hears your baby cry, signaling that you finally did it.

he's carefully holding the baby in his arms, already scenting her, then you, and hands her to you once you've calmed down enough. he smiles as he watches the both of you bond, all the doctors leaving the room after administering the last needed treatments. he takes his time to praise you gently, not rushing you in the slightest and watching with a content smile his most precious persons together.

the only moment he leaves your side afterwards is to get you a glass of water and buy some snacks. he grew even more protective and doesn't want to risk anything. he knows exactly what you need, you guys communicate with each other so well that you don't even need to voice your discomfort. not even when his mother is trying to separate you from your baby, too exhausted to be able to keep her in your weak arms. after contacting your families to announce you had given birth, you didn't think it would have pushed them to come and visit you right away...

she's snatching your pup despite your objections, insisting she has the right to cuddle her grand-daughter. the lack of contact sets you on edge and once chifuyu gets back, he immediately analyses the situation and kicks his own mother out, carefully placing back the child on your chest, apologising on behalf of her. he's scenting you and locking the door, making sure the next few days are spent in the intimacy of your home, where you'll focus on getting your strength back.

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𐙚 ALPHA! BAJI

baji has always wanted to take it further with you, feeling himself ready and able to support you and another little one. the thought alone of having mini versions of the both of you running around sparked his own instincts of fire, feeling them cloud his mind and flood him with images of your pregnant body.

he knew you would look absolutely gorgeous all swollen with his pups and now that his fantasy came true, he can only worship you even more. you smell heavenly and the way each piece of clothes highlight your bump, he can't help himself from touching it and keeping his hand glued to your stomach.

he's growling and threatening people, even his own friends, displeased with the way they so carelessly approach you even if you're the one who went up to them in the first place. after a few months, baji is keeping you at home, in your nest. you can't leave. he considers it better for both you and your baby's health to stay far from the pollution of the city and the annoying and soiled pheromones of others. your scent is so pure, so sweet and maternal, he wants the whole room to smell like you and preserve it the best he can.

the day your water broke, baji was extremely reactive, knowing exactly what to do as if he had done it a thousand times. he carries you and presses your head in his neck, forcing your stressed out self to inhale his comforting pheromones. he reassures you, telling you you're almost there, and with the way he manages to keep his tone very calm, it rubs off on you and soothes your stress a tiny bit.

he's definitely not leaving your side and even pressures the doctors into taking very good care of you and your baby. he's kissing your knuckles, telling you how strong you are and how proud of you he is.

after you were sent home, he's fulfilling your every needs, satisfyingly watching his omega feed your baby. he's scenting you when you need it, massaging your neck and feet when it feels too much and monitoring who is allowed to meet you and your pup, not wanting too many people next to his newly formed family.

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𐙚 ALPHA! KAZUTORA

kazutora's relationship with you and your baby is heavily determined by his traumas he's still trying to heal from. he has a past which is difficult to ignore and his worst nightmare is to become like his father and reproduce the abusive pattern he grew up with.

he had his fears when you were pregnant but was far too happy to fully think about it. the sense of familiarity he found within you was reassuring enough that, even if he was still doubtful, the trust you put in him helped him gain confidence.

but now that you're both there, right in front of his eyes, defenceless enough that one wrong move from him would give you severe injuries, he's not so sure anymore of what he's doing. he's flinching whenever he accidentally makes a loud noise, scared the baby might associate him with something unpleasant. he scents the both of you too often to even count, making sure his pheromones become a source of comfort and nothing else.

but one thing he is good at, is driving alphas away. you might not have noticed it but, except for his most trusted friends, both you and your child didn't interact with any other alpha for at least a year. he just loves you too much to risk being careless and threaten your health, he wants to be a good father and prove to himself that he has changed for the best.

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𐙚 ALPHA! IZANA

you didn't want to tell him at first, knowing how explosive izana's personality was and how right now wasn't a particularly good time, with all the fights he still got into. denying your pregnancy unknowingly took a toll on your health and soon enough you found yourself hospitalised. your belly was as flat as always despite the fact that you were getting dangerously close to the final day.

izana rushed to your side once he heard the news of the two of you's future responsibility. he held your hand, upset more against himself than against you for not even noticing any changes in your behavior and so obliviously holding you at night without a single clue of your actual condition. he took you home in a heartbeat after consulting the doctors and instead focused on taking care of you, providing a safe environment for you and your future baby and making sure you gained your health back by following exactly what the experts advised.

the moment your daughter is born, he's turning into a hopelessly devoted dad who'll do anything to keep both his princesses satisfied. he spends most of his time praising you for being such a strong and resistant omega, delivering your baby despite the excruciating pain.

his instincts are now even more sensitive than before, fearing so strongly a possible threat. he growls and threatens with intimidating pheromones for any strangers to stay away, no matter who they are : it's his baby and his omega, both in a weakened state considering what they went through. nobody's passing through him. he has the urge to show you how well he can take care of you, to prove you how wrong you were to be scared to tell him you were having his baby.

his favourite moments are when the both of you are in his arms, securely tucked right against his chest, with his precious omega breastfeeding their pup like the good mother she is, nurturing instincts taking over her so much to the point he can't help but regret not impregnating you sooner.

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𐙚 ALPHA! KAKUCHO

you didn't even have to tell kakucho : he could smell the slightest change of scent within you and instantly knew that the new coconut scent wasn't exactly yours. for him, that was a heavy indicator of what you were going through.

and he's elated, absolutely blissful to learn that the love of his life is waiting for a child, his child. kakucho is family oriented and welcoming a new member inside your home felt like the accomplishment of his life.

he makes sure the whole process goes smoothly, learns a lot of things to manage any situations with great skills and provides anything you might need. once your baby comes into your lives, he's getting more and more protective, taking care of the both of you like you're made of glass.

you don't move, you stay inside the safety of your nest, trying to recover from the shock your body went through. he's bringing your meals after preparing them according to a nutritionist's study about pregnant omegas and the preferred diet they should have after delivering. he's constantly asking how you're feeling, fearing your health might sink as it happens often. but you only seem to improve and you assure him you're doing just fine.

he doesn't forget to thank you. kakucho actually feels extremely grateful to you, who gave birth to his lovely pup and he keeps a watchful eye on the both of you. when the baby's not in your arms, he's in kakucho's, who tenderly rocks him in his arms, looking not one bit awkward, expertly consoling his little newborn.

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𐙚 ALPHA! SHINICHIRO

shinichiro is as emotional as ever, not taking the news lightly and crying from joy, crushing you into a very long hug before immediately apologising and putting a gentle hand over your still flat stomach.

he's pacing outside of the room when his omega finally gets into labor, both anxious and excited to meet his newborn. meeting his son for the first time felt surreal. he walked in, his eyes immediately finding his omega resting on the bed, looking exhausted but radiant. in your arms was the tiniest bundle, wrapped snugly in a pastel blanket. he walked slowly towards you, as if in a dream, and when you held out the baby to him, he hesitated for a moment before taking him into his arms. his voice was thick with emotion when he introduced himself to him, proudly saying that he was his dad.

when he carried you back home, he forced you to lay down on the couch, your baby safely curled up in your tired arms. he covered you in warm blankets, strongly scented by him to reassure the both of you while he focused on unpacking your stuff. you melted inside the familiarity of your home, a smile of content stretching your lips while you watched your alpha come and go, stopping every five minutes what he was doing to kiss you and the baby he so dearly adored.

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𐙚 ALPHA! SOUTH

the second he learns you're pregnant, you're not leaving his side anymore. you're spending those 9 months glued at the hip with each other, south carrying you everywhere despite you being fully capable of walking on your own just fine. he's simply scared you'll slip and hurt the both of you, which is why he takes his job as your alpha very seriously.

he's taking you to the hospital 2 days prior, smelling it in your scent that your delivery date isn't far. you don't have to think about anything, south might not be inside your mind but he knows exactly what you need, how you feel... and if he has any doubts, he'll firmly ask you to to voice your thoughts.

he doesn't take anything for granted, ever, even after you finally give birth, he constantly reminds you that you're the most precious thing he has in his life. he makes sure to get rid of any of his suspicious relatives or acquaintances, wanting for his child to grow up in an environment free from any threats.

now, his gentle nature extends to your child. the both of you are the only one who benefit from his sweet side, which creates a robust and loving family, you and south's strengths blending together to form a nice dynamic.

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luvyeni · 1 day ago

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PERSONAS ,, 이제노

⸃ ⸰ ⌁ jeno is surprised by your persona... both of them ヾ

PORNSTAR!이제노・ CAMGIRL!reader ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ g ・ smut ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ wc ・ 6.4k ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎| ‎ ‎click to library

𓂃 🎞️ content warning... sex on film, rough-ish sex, oral sex ( M ), unprotected sex, facial

「 ୨୧ authors note 」 finally did a fic based on this photoshoot , doesn’t he look like a 80’s pornstar?

camgirling was only supposed to be something you did for fun, and the cash you got from it wasn't too bad either — you never expected to blow up like you did, the people really liked you.

when you first started it was slow, but that didn't last long and soon you gained a small following. it wasn't until you did a face reveal that you blew up — the fans loved you; that day alone you gained 100k new followers. from that day on you only grew more; more money rolled in which granted you the ability to move into a bigger apartment, pay off your debts and live comfortably without stress.

“it's your persona” your friends would say; you weren't shy about you did for work; you felt like you didn't need to be — no you weren't telling a stranger on the street you did camgirling , but you didn't hide it from your friends. “you're a walking porn trope.” donghyuck; your best friend said. “innocent girl next door look , but we all saw you deepthroat a 6in dildo without gagging.”

that should've offended you but you were used to it. “yeah , that pigmented blush bows and wide puppy dog eyes is cute and all, but it's that and the fact that you bounced on a 7in strap-on attached to a stuffed bear that turns people on.” ryujin said. “you have a face for porn.”

“is there a difference?” your friends looked at you. “duh , of course!” haechan said. “camgirling is mostly done in the comfort of your own home , low production.” he said. “porn is different, with porn there's a script almost like a movie with a crew , and another actor.” you and ryujin both looked at each other. “uh you seem real passionate about that…” he shrugged. “I'm a man of course i do , that's why i know you would be perfect for porn.”

“what would i get out of bad acting in room full of men with hardon watching me be badly fucked by another macho man on viagra and red bull?” you scoffed. “expect a sore clit and a cumshot to the face that tastes like battery acid?” ryujin looked around the cafe where you were sitting , making sure no one heard the conversation. “would you both keep it down?”

“more money, a new following.” he responded nonchalantly , your ears perked up. “go on.” you said now listening. “well the website you use now, it's big but it's niche , only a few new visitors monthly.” he started. “you do one porn video with a good actor with a good following , bingo! you get a new following from his following and it reaches a bigger audience who stumble across your video.” you had to admit although he was loud and you're pretty sure the sweet old lady walking past heard everything, he talked a big game.

“what are you a porn star scout?” ryujin laughed while taking a sip of her hot chocolate. “wait is that a thing?” he asked, you shook your head. “that does sound good, my rent just went up and there's a new pair of shoes that have been sitting in my cart.” you said. “yn don't do porn for a pair of louboutins and rent , get a roommate.” ryujin said, trying to be the voice of reason. “would you do it?” you asked her.

“i love you so i would never lie to you.” she said. “yeah , give me the script.” the three of you busting out into a fit of laughter. “plus if you don't like it then you can easily go back to camgirling.” she said. “and i don't think all male pornstars are bad.”

“and you know this how?” she looked at you. “you think i don't watch porn?” she questioned. “the acting? horrible but who's watching porn for the plot.” haechan raised his hand. “haechan be fucking for real.” you snickered. “what big dick delivery man and hot lonely milf is a work of art.” he said with a serious face. “oh he serious i think.” ryujin said. “that's the scary thing.”

“you know not all the acting is bad either.” ryujin spoke up. “yeah jeno is good even my dick gets hard when i listen to him speak.” you choose to ignore him. “who's jeno.” you asked. “you don't know jeno? the lee jeno, he's huge in the porn world.” ryujin said, you scoffed. “sorry im not familiar with the ryan reynolds of porn.” you said. “you think ryan reynolds would do porn?”

“lee jeno is a huge pornstar; he doesn't even just do porn , he's a model, he walks on runways as well , he's invited into classy spaces despite showing the world his dick.” the girl explained. “and i heard the girls he fucks on camera…” she said. “those orgasms are real.” haechan nodded in agreement. “i heard that too.”

“if you could get with him, you'd be set.” you rolled your eyes. “if he's as good as you say why the fuck would he film a video with me?” you scoffed. “pussy is pussy and money is money.” ryujin shrugged , the horrified worker walked past making the three of you laugh. “my god ryu , you sound like a man.”

“check him out; i swear you'll understand why he's famous.”

“come in , come in.” you flashed a smile to the camera; this wasn't a camgirl video, but a regular live that you sometimes did because your fans wanted you to — for what? you don't question, they pay you to just talk half naked. “how was everyone's day?”

you read through the comments; thanking the commenters for the donations. “what did i do today?” you read off. “well i ran some errands, got a few new toys.” you smirked. “oh and i had some coffee with some friends.” you said. “they told me i have a face for porn.”

the comments blew up with people agreeing. “i guess you guys agree as well.” you giggled playing into that act they loved so muched, reading more comments.

6inchking. what i would do to film a video with you.

user34.52. fuck yes , i would kill to see you fuck someone else.

allsizesmatter. you should film with lee jeno.

“oh? i keep hearing that name, my friends said the same thing.” you said. “is he really that good? maybe i should watch some of his videos.” you said, rolling your eyes at the comments that were in disbelief that you watched porn. “guys don't be ridiculous , why wouldn't i watch porn?” you laughed, grabbing your phone. “let's look him up.”

you typed into the search bar; waiting for the screen to load. “let's see if he lives up to what everyone says he is.” the screen finally loading, the most finest fucking man popping up on your screen. “oh he's really good looking.” you said scrolling through the many pictures. “really good looking.” you almost forgot you were on live — not only was his face godly , it looked like he was sculpted by the gods himself.

user24.52. look at her , already turned on just by his photos.

user22.63. to be looked at by her liked that.

“guys stop.” you giggled, cheeks red. “he is cute though.” you said. “im already so tired from the day.” you said; and yes you were tired, but you also wanted to watch on of his videos. “am i gonna watch one of his videos?” you smiled innocently , before shrugging. “i guess you guys will never know will you.” you blew a kiss to the camera. “bye bye.” you turned the camera off.

after that you wasted no time, climbing into your bed. your phone in your hand as you get comfortable, reaching over into your nightstand grabbing your rose toy; taking off your panties , pulling down your bra , sighing as the wind hit your nipples. “fuck.” you scrolled through jenos account— he had 5.5 million followers; way more than your messily 345k, he was a big deal.

you scrolled through his videos , settling on the most recent one. clicking the video — normally you'd skip the whole “acting scene” but this guy was known for his good acting so you decided to see for yourself.

you were a little bored at first, but as the scene went on you came to the realization that it was one of the best scenes you'd ever watched when watching porn, even though the actress was good , it almost seemed like regular video — besides the bright production lights and 4k hd cameras , and the fact that the beautiful actress herself was dressed in expensive lingerie and heels. her makeup done to the nines.

and then there was jeno; he was just as fine on video than in camera. his voice alone had you itching to touch yourself, which you did— fingers ghosting over your nipples; eyes closing. you almost forgot about the video, until you heard moaning. you opened your eyes to jeno sticking his cock into the girl. believe it or not , you weren't fucking just anyone , you actually only had sex with a few people , but their sizes compared to his were vastly different.

you understood why he was so famous; jeno was extremely good at his job. it was like you were watching a real couple fuck in their bed; jeno was rough; but not like those horrible videos where it looked like the girl wasn't enjoying it — the way the actresses eyes were crossed, it looked like she was very much enjoying it.

you curled your fingers up into your g-spot, thrusting your fingers in and out of your dripping hole. your moans , jenos and the actresses filled your empty room. you wanted to drop the phone and just finish already, desperate to cum , but you couldn't, it was like you were in a trance. the actress came with a loud scream. “oh fuck.” you moaned as jeno brought the girl to her knees , cumming all over the girls face — lord how you wished it was you.

your legs crossed over your hand as you came, back arching off the bed. “fuck!” you sighed as you came down from your high , the next random video playing on your phone. you turned it off , desperately trying to catch your breath. he had this effect on you and all you did was watch his videos.

getting up to clean yourself off; washing your body and your hair. getting out , drying off. you threw on an oversized shirt not bothering to put on underwear, it was just you. grabbing a snack before making your way back to bed to watch tv.

meanwhile a few miles away; jeno sat in his chair scrolling through his feed. he hated night shoots , everyone was tired and ready to go home. the actress today just wasn't good , her acting sucked , she was bitching about everything; how she hated the script; how the outfit was ugly — how she wanted him to cum. he was all for women wanting to what they wanted , but damn how was it his fault he wasn't turned on enough to cum as much as she wanted.

“jeno?” his manager and best friend jaemin , walked into his dressing room. “is it time to go?” he said, not looking up. “well … no, she's still complaining, something about you being too big.” jeno smirked. “so we're figuring that out now.” he said. “can we just sat fuck this shoot and go home?” he said. “im doing them a favor, i don't need the money.” he said. “yeah sure.” jaemin said. “what can they do?” he told the assistant on hand to tell them they were leaving. “what did you want?” he said, putting on his sweats. “when? oh to just show you this.”

he pulled the sweatshirt over his head; taking the phone from his friend's hand. “what am i looking at, who is this girl?” he stared at the screen , watching you talk. “she's cute , new girlfriend?”

“i don't date, she's a camgirl.” he scoffed at his friend. “her?” he looked at you once again. “stop fucking around her?” you looked so innocent, dressed like a doll , cute makeup, cheeks extremely pink from blush, normally jeno thinks that makeup look is crazy, but you made it work. “she doesn't even look like she's seen a porn film.”

“not everything is what it seems my friend look.” he clicked another video— and he swore he was watching another girl. “did she just?” jeno was shocked. “yes , she did.” his friend smirked while he stared in shock as he watched you take a 9in toy down your throat without gagging. “no gag reflex , if she has a boyfriend he's a lucky fucking bastard.”

jeno pushed the phone away; not that he didn't want to see it, but he also didn't want to cum in his pants to a video in front of his friend. “why are you showing me this?” he said. “you know i don't do camming.”

“yeah , but people want you both to collaborate. apparently she talked about you today and the internet is going crazy.” jaemin said. “she has good following , not as big as yours , but that shouldn't even matter , bro she doesn't have a gag reflex , i’d do it for fun.” jeno picked his bag up, slinging it over his shoulder. “does she even have a manager? does she even want to do porn? why am i asking the questions that i pay you to already have answered before coming to me?”

“she's a independent artist i think, but I'm sure she'd answer a dm.” jeno lifted his eyebrow. “yeah , because she'd answer a random message asking her does she want to do porn , bro she gets those messages daily.” he said. “im sure i could work it out.” he said. “well then come back to me when you do.” jeno slapped his friends chest. “now let's go im hungry.” he said. “i’ll send you that link to the full video , you have to see it.”

“which one did you watch?” haechan asked. “why are we having this conversation right now?” you said cheeks red. “you've literally told us about how you — the recent one.” you interrupted ryujin before she embarrassed you. “i watched the recent one.” she nodded. “oh that one is good, that actress is hot.” she said , hyuck nodding in agreement. “she is.”

“she was, they both were.” you said. “and the acting was good , i actually watched it.” haechan pointed. “told you sometimes the plot just hits.”

“i thought i was watching a couple fucking, either one , that actress is in the wrong business or two , he's a good fucker and she wasn't acting.” you said. “she actually looked excited for him to cum on her.” you could still hear the moans playing in your head. “okay snap out of it , no one wants to watch you get turned on in public.” ryujin said , haechan scoffed. “speak for yourself.”

you laughed , your phone buzzing making you break away from the conversation; it was a message from twitter dm. you ignored it , thinking it was a normal everyday dm from a fan. you sat your phone down only for it to go off multiple times. “girl you got a boyfriend we don't know about? who the hell is texting you like that?” ryujin picked up your phone. “probably a weird fan, im gonna close my dms”

that didn't stop ryujin from clicking the messages, ready to troll the person. “oh girl , i don't think so.” she handed you the device back. “what is it?”

reading through the text messages. “what is it , don't leave me out.” haechan whined. “it's from jenos manager.” ryujin said , haechan sat up from his seat. “what let me see.” he snatched the phone. “oh my god , jeno wants to film with you.” he said. “it's like the porn gods answered us.”

“must you act like a neanderthal? it's probably a fake account.” haechan clicked the account. “it's verified and there's pictures of them together , they seem close.” he said. “he wants you to call him , he gave you a number to call.” he gave you back the phone. “oh my god let's go back to yours so you can call.”

they basically dragged you back to your apartment after that, forcing you to call the boy. “you both have to shut the fuck up if i put it on speaker.” you said typing down the number into the keypad. “probably about to call a random guy just so he can jerk off to my voice.” you pushed the call button. “don't you do that already.” you scoffed. “yeah but i get paid for it.”

the three of you sitting around the bed waiting for them to answer. “hello?” you picked up the phone. “is this na jaemin?” you said. “yes is this yn? i know your voice— wait, not like that.” your two friends snickered. “it's fine, i almost didn't call you, i thought you were a weird fan.”

“understandable; it's probably a weird text , but it me and everything i sent was true.” he said. “it is?” your eyes widened. “s-so he really does want to film with me?” you asked. “yes , he does.” you wanted to squeal , but you didn't want to seem desperate. “oh that's cool.” you said. “oh that's cool?” ryujin whispered to herself. “shut up.” you gritted through your teeth. “excuse me.”

“oh nothing.” you said. “oh okay, well first thing, we set up a meeting with you both.” he said. “just so when you film it won't be too awkward , then we film.”

“that's it?” you said. “that's it , you both show up to film, we'll provide everything else for you.” you looked at your friends who nodded their heads. “how does that sound?” he said. “i guess that's fine.” you said. “great! i’ll let him know, are you free tomorrow?”

“tomorrow? uh yeah sure im free.” you said. “great i'll send the address where to meet us see you tomorrow!” you hung up the phone. “oh my god i can't believe that just happened.” you tossed the phone down on the bed. “this is crazy , you get to film with lee jeno.” haechan said. “i almost want to be in your shoes.”

the next day you got ready for the meeting; putting on your best outfit — so you wouldn't feel so nervous, and maybe to impress them a little. jaemin had sent you the address the night before and lucky for you it was in walking distance from your place. “im almost there's , so I'll call you back when it's over.” you said the restaurant in your view. “you better and be careful , just cause there hasn't been a serial killer porn star, doesn't mean there can't be one.” ryujin ordered. “okay im here.”

you quickly said your goodbyes, before hanging up. you reached for the door , walking into the restaurant. you looked down at your phone, ready to send the man a text when someone tapped your shoulders. “yn?”

“oh hi.” you smiled. “i was just about to text you.” you put your phone away. “you're right on time , jeno is over there.” he said “let's go.” your hands were sweating from nerves as you approached the table , the man himself coming into view. “don't be nervous, he's not as intimidating as he looks on camera.” he said. “jeno.”

the boy looked up from his phone; and he almost did a double take. you really didn't look like what you did for work; gorgeous? yes. but he just couldn't see you doing what he saw you do the night before. “oh shit.” he stood up. “hey.” he said , holding his hands out. you reached for his hand , shaking it. “h-hi.”

“both of you sit down , sit down and get comfortable.” jaemin said. “before i give you some space , let's go over the details.” he sat down. “okay.” you smiled.

jeno didn't need to listen; jaemin would just repeat it over for him — instead he just looked at you, studying you. he watched you fiddle with your nails while listening to his friend intently. his eyes traveling down to your lips, biting the bottom one. “jeno?” jaemin knocked him out of his thoughts. “what?” he watched you shuffle in your seat. “i said you understand all that?”

“yeah , yeah i do.” he said. jaemin knew he didn't , but he'd explain later. “we filming on wednesday, it will only take one day , but it's a all day shoot is that fine?” you nodded. “of course.” you said. “that works for me.”

“good , now i'll give you both some time to get to know each other.” he stood up. “i’ll get you both some food as well.” he walked away. “thank you.” you called out, it fully hit you that you were left alone with jeno again , he smirked watching you shy away once again. “i guess this is the real you.”

“h-huh?” you asked , he sat up; putting his elbows on the table, watching you. “the bows really do change how one would look at you.” your hand came to your head. “no , keep them in , don't take them out.” your hands immediately went to your lap. “cute.”

“me-me?” you gulped. “is anyone else sitting there love?” your cheeks were flushed , to jeno it was like your already pink cheeks were now red. “here you guys go.” jaemin came back with two plates. “i ordered enough steak for you to share , and some pasta.” he said. “i’ll leave you two , jeno play nice , she's perfect for this and we don't need you scaring her off.”

“go ahead.” he said. “eat.” you picked up the fork nervously, picking up a slice of the meat. “now put to your mouth and eat it.” it felt like he was gonna eat you alive , you put the steak to your mouth , biting it. “good girl , i can already tell im gonna like you.”

“so tell me , why'd you want to do this?” jeno asked. “do-do what?” you asked. “do I need to spell it out baby , porn what made you want to do this?” he said. “most camgirls stick to that.” you sat the fork down , taking a sip of water. “well it's kinda stupid.” you said , he waved you off. “tell me.” he said. “well my friends told me i’d be good at it.” you said. “and you just listened to them?” he raised his eyebrows. “you must agree with them.”

“i guess.” you said. “i didn't really understand what they meant by that.” he sat back listening. “i do.” he really did , truth is jeno spent the night before watching your past streams , and fuck did you put on a performance. he had to force himself to put his phone down before he started shooting blanks , his hands and his cock covered in his cum as your moans played over and over on his phone. “well why do you do it?”

“me?” he asked , shrugging. “because i like to fuck.” he laughed, watching your eyes widen. “don't look so surprised baby it's really not that surprising,” he said. “i like to fuck and i like making money , why not do both?” jeno never wanted to be a pornstar , his main dream was to be a model , turns out it wasn't that easy — but it was easy to pick up a camera and film himself fucking. “b-but you're a model , you don't need to do this.”

“you're right i don't , but here we are.” he eyed you up and down , eyes shamelessly stopping at your bust. “just like you.” he said. “y-yeah.”

“you've watched a few of my videos haven't you?” he asked. “i watched yours.” you wanted to lie , but how could you when he was being so truthful. “a few.” you gulped. “so you know im not gonna go easy on you right?” the way he talked so confidently it sent shivers down your spine. “but im sure you can take it right?” your body hot. “i mean im bigger than what you've taken but im sure you can learn to take it right?”

“i can take it.” you said, quickly covering your mouth. “yeah? let's see on thursday.” he bit his lip. “give me your phone.” he said. “here.” you handed it to him. “you listen well , i fucking love that.” he typed down his number. “i don't give my number out to every actress.” he said, handing you your phone back , jaemin returning back to the table. “we have to go soon.”

“that's too bad , we were just getting to know each other.” reaching for your card. “relax , im paying.” jeno said. “i-i have money.” you said. “i'm sure you do , but i didn't ask.” he said. “yn do you need a uber?” jaemin asked, but you were too busy making googly eyes at jeno. “oh no , i-i live a few minutes away.” jaemin nodded. “well it was nice to meet you , why don't you head out first and we'll stay behind and settle this.” you smiled. “thank you.”

“just show up on wednesday as you are ready to film.” you nodded. “of course!” you smiled, about to walk away when jeno grabbed your hand. “your phone love.” you took it from his hands. “thank you.” and just like that , the boys watched you leave out. “you done making googly eyes?” jaemin said. “can i take you home so i can get to my date?” jeno rolled his eyes. “hey don't get upset with me, nothing stopped you from following behind her and getting a pre show of wednesday.”

wednesday came quick; you have a busy few days before — you wanted everything perfect , getting your hair done; waxing your eyebrows and other areas. you hadn't used the number jeno gave you , scared to use it , even though your friends encouraged you too. “you're about to have his cock inside you , this phone call would be nothing.”

still you didn't budge; it probably didn't even bother the boy, he could've easily called someone else.

the production had arranged for a car to pick you up from your place to take you to a location; you read the script on the way there , it was a simple script since it was your first project on this scale — something about neighbors. it really didn't matter to you, you were excited but nervous. “we're here miss.” it was an actual house; a nice one.

you got up to the car , thanking the driver. “okay.” you said to yourself. “let's do this.” you said, the door was open so you just walked in , people running around, cameras and lights everywhere. “you must be yn?” a woman came up to you. “hi?” you said. “you are?” she smiled. “im kim , I run the production company that films the videos jeno is in.” she said. “you do?”

“yes i do; is it a little weird because im a woman?” you shook your head. “no of course not!” you said she laughed. “we're all about comfortability, to make sure you and the actor are both comfortable.” she said. “jeno is already on set , he's normally never here early.” she said. “actually he's normally late.” she said. “but enough about him , let's get you to your dressing room.”

she guided you to your room, opening the door. “this is your first shoot so i wanted to make sure everything was perfect.” she held your back guiding you in. “we have a stylist that will help you , along with make up who will make you even more beautiful.” she was extremely nice. “thank you so much.” you said. “don't worry about it , just get relaxed and ready to film some scenes.” she said. “the stylist will be in here soon , make-up as well.”

she left you alone after that , you looked around the room , she laid out a display of snacks that made you smile — your phone ringing , you took it out of your pocket , furrowing your eyebrows at the unrecognizable number. “so your phone does work.” you recognized the room , whipping around. “je-jeno.”

he walked into the room. “it's been a busy week.” you said. “yeah?” you nodded. “you aren't wearing the bows today,” he said. “gonna tell the stylist to change that.” you nervously took a step back. “i like the bows , let's put them in the movie.” you nodded. “ok-okay.” he was close enough to smell his cologne. “relax , im not gonna bite.” he said. “at least not now.” you squeaked as he pressed against you. “later im not promising anything.”

“i could definitely take you right here right now.” he confessed. “give you a quick training on taking me before later.” he said, his body looming over you. “but i kinda want to wait until later.” he smirked , your knees almost buckling under you. “let's wait until later, yeah?” he said. “ye-yeah.” you sighed in relief when he stepped back , finally letting you breathe. “i’ll see you in a bit love.”

you didn't have time to process what just happened before the stylist and the makeup artist both shuffled in. “out jeno out we have to get her ready.” he was quickly pushed out. “gosh.” the stylist said. “he's never here this early all of sudden he's early.” the makeup artist turned to you. “well there's the reason right there, you are gorgeous.” you smiled. “th-thank you.”

“let's get you ready.”

the outfit wasn't much different from what you normally wear , just a lingerie version meaning it was much shorter; so short you could see your ass , poking from your panties — but it was still cute. “you look pretty.” the stylist said, picking up the bows. “per jenos request, hope you don't mind.” she placed the bow in your hair. “done.”

they left , kim returning soon after. “you ready.” you nodded. “let's go.” she guided you to the front where the scene would take place , the cameras ready. “yn , hey.” jaemin said. “oh hi.” you waved back. “you look nice , you ready?” you nodded. “i'm a little nervous , this is much different than my room.”

“don't worry about it; it's your first big production.” he said. “just do your best.” he reassured you. “jeno is done with make-up so we should be starting — five minutes!” someone shouted , you giggled. “in five minutes.” he said. “good luck.”

“the scene starts with you in the kitchen.” the producer guided you to the kitchen , leaving you alone. you leaned over the counter , scrolling through your phone while you waited. “you look too good right now.” jeno caged you in between his arms. “th-thank you , you smell nice.” it just slipped out your mouth. “oh , i-i di-didn’t — you smell nice too.” he said , your cheeks were already red enough. “makes me want to eat you up right here.” he didn't know how much he really was effecting you , anymore of what he would be doing and you'd be begging him to fuck you right there. “okay actors , get in position!”

“good luck princess.” he walked away, leaving you to pull yourself together and get ready for the scene. “are they actors ready?” everyone got into position. “okay, rolling in 5…4…3…2…1 , start !”

the scene went exceptionally well; it was build up scene that leads up to the actual sex scene — but even those scenes were hot and heavy; at least jeno made it like that. it took a few hours to film , making sure to get every angle. “okay great, the next scene jeno you what to do.”

jeno didn't know if he had it in him; the resistance as the camera guy yelled for the scene to start again — the strength to hold himself together once he got his lips on you; he was a professional, but with you it felt like his very first scene.

“you can do what you want.” you spoke up , back into character , you were a natural — almost like you were talking to him outside of character. “what did you say?” he said , damn near forgetting his line. you looked down at your fingers. “to me , you can do what you want to me.”

there was the girl from the streams; it flicked just like that; your other persona , the one from the restaurant that told him you could take it — and he was about to put it to the test. “i can?” his big hand wrapping around your neck. “you don't know me that well but you'd let me do what i want to you?”

that was basically your current situation with the man; yeah you had only met him four days ago, but you'd let him do whatever he wanted , on and off camera. “y-yes.”

“that's real whore like of you.” his hand squeezed your throat. “real whore like.” he said, slamming his lips against yours. unfortunately the scene took place on a couch so he didn't have much room to work with , but it didn't mean anything to him — besides he'll just fuck you into your mattress on another day.

the kiss was rough; his hand squeezing your throat as he pushed his tongue into your mouth. “fuck.” he cursed, pulling away. “get on your knees.” he pushed you down , the camera close to your face as he unbuckled his pants. “gonna fuck your face.” he pulled his cock out , it was definitely bigger than the dildos you were use to. “hey.” he slapped your face. “come on, be a good whore and suck my cock.”

he grabbed the base of his cock , slapping it on your cheek. “open slut.” he shoved his length inside your mouth , and much like your previous streams , you took him into your throat without gagging. “yeah , fuck swallowing my fucking cock like that.” he groaned , holding the back of your head moving you up and down on his thick length , also moving his hips. “cock sucking slut , how many cocks has this throat taken?”

he was using your mouth; the cameras all there filming it turned you on even more , the many people watching in the room as he fucked your face made you hornier. “yeah fuck!” he had to force himself out of you so he wouldn't cum fast. “get up.” he pulled you up , throwing you to the couch. “ass up, now slut.”

he pulled the dress up , revealing the matching color set they put you in. “dumb slut is wet from sucking cock.” he slapped your ass , you moaned , he pulled your panties down , your folds covered in your slick. “messy pussy , gonna stuff you full of my cock.” he maneuvered your body on the small couch. “arch your back.”

he pushed your head down on the couch seat. “gonna make you take it all at once.” your whimpering turned into screams as he abruptly shoved his entire length into your pussy. “hell you're fucking tight.” he groaned , pulling out slamming back inside. “fuck!” he began to fuck into you , holding the back of your neck. “such a whore.”

his thrust were brutal and unrelentless; the camera catching everything — his cock stretching you out more than you've ever been, the squelching sounds from your cunt it was embarrassing, having people hear that ; but the embarrassment soon was forgotten as he went deeper. “my fuck -oh my- oh my fucking god.”

he let out a lust filled chuckle. “so stupid baby.” he slapped your ass. “my cock really made your brain turn to mush.” he abruptly pulled out of you , slapping your ass , your legs shook. “turn around.” he flipped you on your back.

you looked up at him with teary wide eyes. but he could see the lust in them. “that innocent look doesn't work on me.” he slapped your cunt. “i can see through whores like you.” he lined his cock up with your hole. “innocent looking but ready to take any cock they can get.”

this new angle had you reaching for anything , jenos arm; the couch cushion — his cock had you grabbing at the air. he pulled down the front of the lingerie , your tits now bouncing along with his thrust. the rumors proving to be true as you felt your orgasm approaching. “you're clenching around me , fuck your pussy is suffocating my cock.” he growled. “fuck im gonna cum!” you screamed out. “cum slut , wet my cock with your cum.”

he had your legs open wide , holding your shaking thighs. “cum.” your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came, soaking his stomach and the seat below you. a high pitched moan coming from your mouth as he kept going. “fuck keep cumming on my cock.” he slapped your poor clit rubbing rubbing it. “yeah im gonna - fuck - im gonna cum.” he groaned. “fuck im gonna cum all over your face.”

he pulled out of your twitching hole , standing over your face , stroking his cock. the camera was up close again as he came — and he came a lot. he groaned, throwing his head back as he covered you in his seed. “fuck.”

you laid out on the couch , his thumb still rubbing at your clit as your reached your final orgasm , your thighs shaking uncontrollably. “cut!”

jeno almost forgot about the camera; ready to bring you to another orgasm. “je-jeno.” your shaking voice pulled him from his horny state. “shit im sorry.” he pulled away , desperately wanting to taste you. “almost made you squirt again.” he smirked. “now how would we explain that? because the camera is off.”

“get her a cover.” he shouted , someone running over to you both , he covered your body. “jeno.” they handed him a robe. “you did so good.” the staff handing you fluids. “felt like watching a couple have sex , you're a natural girl.” you nodded with a smile. “are you a natural princess?” jeno spoke up once they were gone. “or is it because those screams were real?”

you lowered your head , shying away from his gaze. “don't hide from me now , i know your real persona , and these cameras maybe done rolling, but i'm not done with you yet.” he whispered , just as you were pulled from your seat by a staff member and whisked back to your room. “you ready to go?” jaemin came over. “no need to drive me home tonight,” he said. “why not?” asked Jaemin.

“because im not going home tonight.”

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silverflqmes · 8 months ago

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agszc and the WAY THEY SAY I LOVE YOU CAUSE I'M STILL SCREAMING OVER CLOUD'S DATING HCS YOU MADE SNSKDJKD

໒⦂ ( 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 ) 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

notes. you might be confused with the use of parenthesis but it’s exactly what you think.. not all of them ACTUALLY say those words.. read and see🫡

genre. fluff + angst ( sephiroth’s )

for @melukonova <3

ft. sephiroth, cloud strife, zack fair, genesis rhapsodos, angeal hewley

disclaimer. ok, poetry IS NOT my strong suit, from time to time i experiment with it but i am not the best at it so keep criticism tame please..

gender neutral! reader.

➫ 𝓢𝗘𝗣𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗢𝗧𝗛 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ sephiroth’s confession would be something that requires patience. he doesn’t have much experience with love, as he wasn’t exposed to it much throughout his life.

⌗ it doesn’t mean he’s incapable of feeling it, rather, it’s a matter of him truly realizing those feelings he has and how deep they run. now the way those words come out.. would likely be influenced by heightened emotions.

a beat of silence passed before the the silver haired hero closed the door, turning to face you with an expression you weren’t certain his features were even capable of making. “what were you thinking??”

he was distressed, brows knitted together as you watched his chest rise and fall unevenly, each breath more irregular than the last. you assumed it was anxiety — something you’d never associated with sephiroth.. until now, that was. “i was doing my job, an injury or few is unavoidable at times, you know that.” came your mumble, feeling your own brows furrow.

of course he knew that, the top hero knew that better than anyone.. but this. “there are other ways to get things done, what you did today was completely reckless — as though you had no care whatsoever for your life.” he argued, moonlight bangs swishing from right to left when his head shook. “you could have died!”

now it was your turn to get frustrated as you stood up from your place despite your aching muscles, walking up to his broad frame. “and that’s suddenly an issue now? our line of work demands for us to risk our lives everyday no matter the mission! we both knew this going into our relationship, so why are you suddenly so worked up over this??” you matched his tone, not fond of the approach he’d taken in addressing you.

“because i nearly lost you!” he shouted, overcome with emotions so powerful, he couldn’t even stop the onyx, gloved hands that flew to your shoulders, clinging desperately to something.. something even he didn’t know of.

his breath stuttered as he lowered his head, trembling in his place. “i can’t.. i-i can’t have you leave me, too…” the first class SOLDIER whispered in a voice so broken, so defeated, you had to remind yourself that behind this towering, imposing powerhouse.. was a human being, with feelings of his own, no matter how well he hid them. a human that knew loss, and an unwelcomed amount of it.. and feared more of it.

unsure of what to do, you pulled him down into a hug, feeling your anger fade into nothingness as you allowed your eyes to close. “i won’t, not ever.”

➫ 𝓒𝗟𝗢𝗨𝗗 𝓢𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗙𝗘 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ he says get help but he’s the one that needs help.. bro just, he can’t say it — he’s too embarrassed and he just doesn’t rlly know how to bring it across properly..

⌗ in the end, he opts for a more subtle method that aerith had once told him about. it required minimal speech on his end, and called for actions to take the reigns — perfectly up his alley.. as long as you got the memo.

“cloud?” you called out in surprise, turning to find a familiar spiky haired blond with an ivory colored flower in between his gloved fingers.

his lightly tanned cheeks were dusted with a tint of pink, seemingly reddening as he held out his hand, averting his gaze. “you said you wanted me to bring you something back from my delivery in sector five.. figured i’d bring something you don’t find everyday here.”

your knowledge of flowers was minimal, as midgar.. wasn’t exactly filled with them. you only rarely saw them from a distance, and on the occasions that you had, normally they were too pricey to purchase.

somehow, however, the owner of strife delivery services seemed to have gotten his hands on one singular flower. when you’d ask for a small souvenir from his travels, it had been a joke, simply you joshing like you normally had with him.. though it appeared this time, that he had taken it seriously.

you cleared your throat, letting out a sheepish laugh. “you didn’t have to do that, but thank you — i’ve.. never received a flower before, much less held one..” you confessed in a soft tone, taking the bloom from his grasp as you brought it close to your face.

even without leaning in to take in its scent, the sweetness greeted your senses as a smile etched itself onto your lips. “aah~ it smells wonderful, what kind of flower is it??”

he rubbed his neck at the question, feeling himself grow more nervous by the second. “it’s um.. it’s called gardenia. aerith’s mom insisted i took one back with me, since they were the newest edition to her garden.. said something about it having a deeper meaning, too.” cloud spoke up, finally lifting his mako-azure eyes to meet yours.

you lowered the flower in your hands, tilting your head. “deeper meaning? i didn’t think flowers were so complex.” you snickered into your free hand before grinning brightly at him. “but, go on. i’m curious!”

the tips of his ears seemed to burn with red as his lips parted before he turned his back to you, folding his arms. “o-on second thought, i forgot..”

“WHAT?? no way, it must be good if you won’t say! come on cloud!” you urged him, moving in front of him to see his face, but all you caught was the faintest smile as he continued to turn away. so cryptic!

➫ 𝓩𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝓕𝗔𝗜𝗥 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ zack uh- as we can tell, he isn’t exactly the ‘think before you speak’ kinda guy — whatever comes out, comes out.. with no regard to how blunt or sudden it might end up sounding.

⌗ now how would that apply to a confession? well, i think he would just say it without even thinking of the impact behind his words. it would just come out naturally, casually.. and you would end up staring like- did he fr just say that??

a sigh left your lips as you turned the page of the newest issue you’d picked up of shinra’s very own magazine, because what didn’t the prestigious electric company have to their name?

meanwhile zack was busying himself with yet another set of squats, clearly antsy. missions had been quiet as of late, mundane even. at the moment, you were both occupying the second class floor, waiting for orders.. but nothing came.

a groan left the nicknamed puppy’s lips as he halted his movements before draping finally himself onto the spot on the couch you hadn’t occupied. “man i bet the firsts are out kicking ass! they really don’t have anything for us to do here??”

you licked your thumb to flip to the next spread, humming. “unless you feel like getting involved with professor hojo’s questionable ass tasks, i’d rather sit here in boredom.” you confessed, missing the grimace on his face since your eyes remained on the passage you had been reading.

“i guess you have a point.. but still.” he pouted, leaning into your face as a means of getting your attention. “can’t we go ask lazard?? he’s gotta have something by now for us, right?!”

a laugh seemed to leave your lips at his complaints as you lifted your eyes at last to meet his zircon ones, a smile stretching across your lips. “and, what? have him tell us no for the fifth time in the last two hours?”

his appendages seemed to part in protest before they jutted out once more. “w-well! for all we know a mission could have popped up on that computer of his right now! with angeal and them gone, they’re bound to ask us! i’m sure of it!” the second class SOLDIER insisted, clenching his fists in determination. “come on, y/n! it beats reading whatever propaganda you’re reading!”

it was partly true, shinra’s magazine went on and on about sephiroth’s feats if it wasn’t already in the daily paper or news. and one look at those puppy eyes had you crumbling. damn him for that effortlessly adorable face..

“fine, we’ll ask one last time.. but if he says no, you owe me a drink from the vending machine since i paid last time!” you huffed out, tossing your copy back on the the coffee table as you stood up with your hands on your hips.

as though sparkles had appeared in his eyes, zack hopped to his feet before engulfing you in a tight hug. “for real?? you’re the best, y/n!! i love you! i love you! i love you!!”

➫ 𝓖𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗜𝗦 𝓡𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗦𝗢𝗗𝗢𝗦 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ ah, the romantic and the one that does too much because everyone else ain’t doing enough ( his words ) — genesis. you can expect a very enigmatic brain scratching confession..

⌗ or in other words, the cheesiest kind of confession that involves poetry, some form of incorporation with loveless, and just some frivolous display of his affections for you in case you don’t pick up on the hints..

“y/n, my dear! won’t you hang back awhile? our work is done for today.. perhaps you’ll indulge me in a piece i worked on, hm?” the redhead spoke up, causing you to pause in your tracks as you blinked over at him.

a piece? “you mean.. poetry?” you inquired for certainty, surprised that he had the spare time to be writing something. “i’m not the best at deciphering metaphors and whatnot.. but i’d be willing to hear what you have.” you smiled, eager to see what he had been working on in his free time.

“not to worry!” he waved you off, pulling out a small notebook from his long coat. “even the foolish and emotionally unintelligent, like our beloved sephiroth could understand!” genesis laughed out, fearless of his friend — or in his eyes, rival — as usual.

you let out a nervous chuckle as you pulled up a chair to hear what he’d prepared, praying that your silver haired friend did not hear.. not that he would care, anyway. just genesis being genesis.. “well um, i’ll do my best to somewhat comprehend what you wrote.” you offered, anyway, placing your hands on your lap as a means of resting them.

the male dressed in crimson took it as a sign to commence, lifting his fist up to clear his throat before holding up his poem. “in a bed of asters, the tears of the goddess.. blossoms a favored one amidst a world or filth and endless disasters — a beauty that wears star formed petals for a bodice..and adorns droplet shaped blades of which its creator once wept.” genesis paused, trailing a finger down to the next line. “one day, a new flower would emerge — tall, scarlet, and proud.. tenderly well kept, and yet.. as sorrowed as a rain cloud.”

you almost wanted to question why, curiosity overtaking you despite the urge to giggle at a few.. choice of words he made. how couldn’t you when it was so reminiscent of the usual reciting he did of his most favorite work of literature.

compelled by your zealousness, you fed into your inquisitiveness. “why was it sorrowed?”

a soft chuckle tumbled past his lips at the awe in your voice as he closed the book with a low hum. “for it was loveless, without its starry accomplice.. that bloomed on a path far away enough to diverge.” he finished gently before sliding a hand to your cheek. “nevertheless, that is but fiction.. as our paths will remain entwined, and my heart shall not bleed with my beloved star around.”

➫ 𝓐𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗔𝗟 𝓗𝗘𝗪𝗟𝗘𝗬 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ ah, yes, the confession of his love.. yet another unspoken way of proclaiming his feelings for you, although i believe his method may just be a little more meaningful.. but just a little.

⌗ however, what would call for the confession exactly, and the realization of his feelings? personally, i believe it’d have either been something in the heat of the moment — in other words, you being in danger, or perhaps.. an inquiry, in regards to the buster sword glued to his back.

“earlier..” your began, eyeing your lover with a curious gaze. “that was the first i’d ever seen you draw the buster sword.. for the longest time, i convinced myself it was decorative, or something.. but there’s more to it, isn’t there?”

the rag in angeal’s hand came to a pause at the question, a soft chuckle leaving his lips. “i remember zack asking me that several times before and i still haven’t presented him with a proper answer.” he mused, eyes softening as he gazed upon his weapon. “growing up, my family was not one for riches. we had enough to get by, thankfully, but making money was hard work on my parents — specifically my father.”

a breeze passed through the few strands of hair that frames his face as he gazed upon the sky. “still, he had wanted to gift me something for passing the SOLDIER exam, and had this forged for me.” he smiled gently, closing his eyes. “it took him a very long time to recover financially for his debts in having this buster made, so long that it cost him his very life in the end..” the first class SOLDIER spoke up, allowing his eyes to lower back down to the blade in his hands. “and so, i do my best to avoid bringing any wear, tear or rust upon it.. as it represents not only my dreams and honor, but the efforts and sacrifice for its creation.” he finished steadily, finally meeting your stare. “but for you, i would draw it without a second thought.”

your boyfriend was already impressive to begin with- the most humble and noble person you had come to know.. but this? it had left you in complete awe to know how sentimental he truly was, despite his stoic demeanor. and for him to have used his beloved weapon to shield you from harm — what did that mean? that he.. held you in higher regard than it..?

“you.. you would do that for me?” your inquiry was stupid, as he had done it once already, earlier in fact.. but angeal nodded, regardless, the small smile on his lips expanding, even if it was just a pinch wider.

“if it guarantees your safety.. in a heartbeat.” he answered with little delay, a fondness in his mako tinted eyes — one that he only ever really showed to you.

notes. zack being the only one who actually says i love you verbatim.. meanwhile the others are cryptic and expect you to guess ( cloud.. genesis.. ) or say it without needing to say those three words.. crazy tbh

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vanteguccir · 4 months ago

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I NEED a fluff of bookworm! reader and gamer! matt 🙏🏾

── ୨୧ !　a small blurb with gamer!matt

　　　　𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x bookworm!reader

The afternoon sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm, golden glow over the cozy room. Y/N was nestled comfortably on her bed, her back against a mountain of pillows, lost in the pages of a thick novel. She had her favorite blanket draped over her legs, its softness a comforting presence as she delved deeper into the fictional world. Beside her, the soft hum of Matt’s gaming setup and the distinct ones that came from his headphones created a soothing background noise, blending perfectly with the rustle of turning pages.

Matt sat at his desk, eyes focused on the screen as his fingers moved deftly over the keyboard. He was in the middle of an intense game in Fortnite, yet every few minutes, his gaze would drift towards Y/N. He loved seeing her like this, completely engrossed in her book, her eyes widening or her lips curling into a smile at particularly gripping moments. It was one of those small things that made him adore her even more.

"Everything okay, babe?" Matt asked during a brief pause in his game.

Y/N looked up, a soft smile playing on her lips.

"Yeah, everything’s perfect! Just getting to a really good part." She replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Matt grinned, satisfied that she was enjoying herself. He resumed his game but kept a part of his attention on her, glancing over every so often. After a particularly thrilling chapter, Y/N let out an audible gasp, her eyes wide with surprise. Matt chuckled to himself, knowing exactly what had caused her reaction. He paused his game and stood up, stretching his arms above his head before walking over to the door, leaving their room quietly, leaving it half open behind.

He took a few steps before entering the kitchen, his hands rummaged through the pantry, and found her favorite snacks. He poured some coffee she had made earlier that day, knowing she loved a warm drink while reading and grabbed a root beer for himself. Balancing everything on a tray, he carefully made his way back to the bedroom.

"Hey, bookworm." He called softly, making Y/N look up from her book, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Snack delivery!"

"You’re the best, Matty." She said, setting her book aside for a moment.

Matt set the tray on the bedside table and handed her the coffee.

"I know." He replied with a wink. He then settled back at his desk, sipping his soda and resuming his game.

As the afternoon wore on, the room filled with the gentle sounds of Y/N’s occasional gasps and giggles as she reacted to her book. Matt’s game was going well, but he found himself more and more distracted by her. He loved seeing her so animated, her emotions so raw and genuine.

Finally, unable to resist any longer, Matt put down his headphones and walked over to the bed. He gently moved the book from her hands and lay down between her legs, resting his head on her stomach. Y/N looked down at him, surprised but delighted.

"Hey, you." She said softly, her fingers automatically threading through his hair.

"Hey." He replied, looking up at her with a mischievous grin. "What’s happening in your book?"

"Oh, you wouldn’t believe it. Jack just found out who killed the 8 burned girls." Y/N said, her voice filled with the drama of the story.

Matt chuckled. He couldn't understand how his calm and serene looking girl had so much appreciation for death books.

"Sounds intense."

"It is." Y/N agreed, her fingers still playing with his hair. "But it’s so good."

Matt watched her for a few more seconds, his heart swelling with affection. Then, he leaned up and peppered her face with kisses, making her laugh.

"You’re adorable." He said between kisses.

Y/N giggled, trying to dodge his affectionate assault.

"Matt, stop! That tickles!"

"I can’t help it. You’re too pretty." He said, finally stopping and resting his head back on her stomach.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, enjoying the simple closeness. Then, with a sigh, Matt got up.

"I should get back to my game." He said reluctantly.

Y/N nodded, her smile still lingering.

"Go win that game for me."

"Will do." He promised, giving her one last kiss before returning to his desk.

The rest of the afternoon passed in a blissful haze of books and games. Every now and then, Matt would look over at Y/N, and every time, he found her more enchanting than before. They didn’t need words to communicate their feelings; the shared silence was enough, punctuated by the occasional look, touch, or smile.

As the sun began to set, casting a soft, pinkish hue over the room, Y/N put down her book and stretched. Matt noticed and paused his game, turning to her with a smile.

"Done for the day?" He asked, noticing how she was almost at the end of the book.

"Yeah, I think so. I wanted to read more, but I'm tired." She replied, rubbing her eyes. "How about you?"

"I can be." He said, getting up and walking over to her. He sat down on the edge of the bed and took her hand. "Why don't you tell me all about that book of yours while I order us something to eat?"

Y/N’s eyes lit up.

"That sounds perfect."

Matt leaned in and kissed her forehead.

"Then it's a plan."

#⋆౨ৎ˚ 𝒍𝒆𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒔 #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo #fluff #bookworm!reader #gamer!matt

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cyber333angel · 6 months ago

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how you tell the boys goodbye when you see them off to work !

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Rafe !

you probably beg him to stay in bed like everyday even though you know he has to leave. like the beginning of the movie, “don’t worry darling” where alice tries to make excuses for jack to stay. “rafey please stay! ill be lonely without you..and! and im sick so who’s gonna take care of me?” and he just sighs because he doesn’t want to leave you but he is the man of the house and he has to work to give you all the things you want. “baby your not sick and you know I will be back, we do this everyday. im the one who has to keep you fed and get you all your nice things and I can’t do that if I stay in bed with you all day alright?” you pout at him knowing you can’t win, “c’mon give me a kiss before I leave.” you crawl to his side of the bed and stand on your knees at the edge of the bed facing him, you wrap you arms around his shoulders and kiss him deeply. rafe wraps his arms around your waist and slides them to the bottom of your ass, squeezing it firmly. “alright sweet girl, I gotta go but I will see you tonight and I left my card on the table. go buy something with your girlfriends and pick up the delivery of flowers that are coming today for you. ill call you and I love you, okay?” you nod your head showing him you understand, “mhm I love you too rafey! have a good day and come home soon!” blowing him a kiss as he walks out the bedroom door.

Jj !

since jj is always working outside jobs in the heat I feel like you would have to make him a lunch everyday before he goes. sometimes it could be leftovers from dinner last night or you could wake up early to make him a sandwich and fill it with all the snacks he likes. so currently, you are in the kitchen whipping up two sandwiches for jj in his oversized t-shirt, bonnet and fluffy slippers, moving from the fridge to the counter, your panties peeking from below every time you reach up for something. your boyfriend waking up from his slumber, scratches his neck, “g’morning babydoll, what you making f’me today?” reaching over to you and hugging you from behind, you smile and beam from the warmth of his chest. “good morning jayj! making you a scooby doo sandwich with chips and gatorade along with..” you ramble to him talking about all the snacks you stuffed his lunch box and he slides his hands up and down your curves, placing little kisses on your neck making you wince, “mmm jj you have to go to work!”

“I know cupcake but just a little bit..” you probably start your day with a make out session every morning because he can’t get enough of you, but when the two are done, you see him off at the door handing him his lunch box, “I love you jayj! have a good day at work nd I hope you like your lunch!” and he smiles to himself while putting his lunchbox around his waist, getting on his motorcycle. “see you later baby, I love ya and ill see you later.” along with a flirty comment probably, but you see him ride off to work with a grin on your face.

Barry !

I think barry cares for you too much to let you stay at his trap house so he never lets you go over there cause it’s dangerous, meaning he bought a apartment when the two of you started dating or he stayed over with you sometimes. but currently he was staying over at your house sleeping next to you. he would wake up first and make you breakfast, so usually you wake up to the smell of bacon and eggs. getting up in your pajamas walking into the kitchen with sleep still in your eyes. barry turns around, and sees you, “good morning sleepy girl, I made you some breakfast before I leave so si’down.” you mumble a quiet “g’morning bear..” and do as your told taking a seat in the cold chair to wait for your boyfriend to give you some food. you two talk for a while about the plans for today and you finish your breakfast. “I gotta leave now princess, some people waiting for me to show up but give me a hug before I go mama.” you smile and run up to him, melting in his touch, you look up at him from his chest giving him a peck. “please be safe bear..I love you and call me!”

“mhm will do ma’am, I love you too and get s’more sleep aight?” you nod and kiss him goodbye at the door.

#obx fluff #rafe outer banks #barry outer banks #jj outer banks #obx x reader #rafe cameron #rafe x reader <3 #barry x reader <3 #jj maybank x black!reader #jj x reader <3 #john b was supposed to be in this but his ass doesn’t have a job so I didn’t write for him 😇#I was also supposed to post this tmr but I got to keep yall fed 🙂‍↔️

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catsteeth · 2 months ago

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The Caged Bird & The Leashed Dog

Sandor Clegane x reader

+:✿ Chapter - 19 ✿:+ Brown Eyes

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Summary: You are the daughter of Jon Arryn, you and your father travel to King's Landing with the intention of arranging a marriage for you. You catch a glimpse of The Hound during your first night in Kings Landing and it creates a mutual fascination even if he won't admit it.

CW: MDNI, graphic descriptions of childbirth, pregnancy, mention of forced abortion, NSFW themes, Sandor “my wife” Clegane, misogyny, protectiveness, angst, emotional unavailability, emotional vulnerability, The Hound being abrasive, mention of death, blood, threats of violence,

Word Count: 6.1K

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Tyrion, Sansa, a maester, and five midwives watched you pace the birthing chambers in the high tower back and forth, rubbing your back in pain. “Hmmmmmmmm…” You groaned, “Fuck!” You shouted as you hunched forward. The cramping in your back was like the ones you had when you had your blood, but this was worse. Far, far, far worse.

“You can push through it.” The old maester said, “Women have beared children since the beginning of time.” He said in a condescendingly calm tone as you rived in pain.

“Oh shut the fuck up!” You barked at the old man, he knew nothing of the pain you felt. No matter how many women he observed in pain he’d never know the true suffering of it. “The pain, please, please give me something for the pain!” You pleaded,

The maester shook his head, “It is too early. Taking anything now could slow your progression.”

You let go as you continued to pace the room, holding onto your stomach as you groaned, “Hnghhhh..” You felt a thick layer of sweat over your skin, your body was hot and burning from the pain. You began to remove your gown, but your hands were too shaky and weak to unbutton or unlace anything, “Take this off of me-Open the fucking windows.” As you commanded it, three midwives opened the windows whilst two others as well as Sansa assisted you with your dress.

As your gown fell, and you were left in a bloody shift, Tyrion averted his eyes from you. Walking towards the maester Tyrion began, “Are you certain nothing can be given?”

“My Lord, her body must be ready to deliver-” The maester tried to explain, however his words were interrupted by your wailing.

“Aaah!” Tyrion turned around as you groaned loudly,

He turned back to the Maester, “Does that not seem ready?” he questioned.

“Boil the water- Ready her bed-“ You overheard the midwives speaking amongst one another. As you did, you realized they were beginning preparations for your delivery.

You felt a rush of irrational panic, shaking your head, you began to plead, “I cannot, I cannot deliver here.” You said holding onto Sansa, “I want to be in my mothers home, I want my husband.”

“I don’t think you have much say.” Sansa said, unsure of how to calm you.

The maester took Tyrion aside, leaning in closer to him, “It’s too soon, she should be carrying for another seven and ten days-“

“I want my Husband!” You cried out, rarely were you ever frightened.

Ripping his eyes away from you and back to the maester, “Well clearly it is happening.” Tyrion practically hissed.

You overheard this, you pushed away Sansa as you stumbled towards the maester. You grabbed the old man by the collar, pulling him in close “Is there any doubt? It is fucking happening!” You practically growled at the man, feeling the sweat accumulating on your brow. You felt as though you were becoming Sandor in that moment, taking that bit of him you needed.

Sansa was overwhelmed by the sight of you, by the screams, the blood and sweat. She muttered an apology before leaving you.

Suddenly you felt a gentle, and cool touch. You looked over and saw a young plain faced common girl with dirty hair. “M’lady,” She said sweetly as she placed her hands on your arms pulling you away from the man. Though her face was plain, her sweet voice and cold hands against your hot skin made her look and feel like an angel. “Breathe with me,” She said as she led you away from the maester. She breathed in through her nose and out through her mouth, she did it with you again and again. She took your hand as she led you to your bed, “Squeeze my hand with every pain.” You laid onto your bed, “That pain is your babe making their way to us. Closer they get, the closer the babe is.”

“Well can they fucking get on with it?” You groaned between labored breaths,

“Breathe, m’lady, breathe.” The girl spoke sweetly, “M’lady, may I look at your progress?” She asked, never letting go of your hand. You couldn’t care less, you just wanted this babe out. You nodded exhaustedly. The girl never let go of your hand, but with her free hand she rose your shift to see.

Tyrion looked away swiftly. Just as he did the old maester placed a hand on the Lord's shoulder, “My Lord, a word.” The maester said in a hushed tone.

Tyrion contemplated leaving the room, but ultimately did.

Once the two men stepped into the hall, Tyrion felt irritation rise as he could hear your yelps inside the room where this maester should be.

“What is it?” Tyrion asked with narrowed eyes and furrowed brows.

The maester looked somewhat flustered as he spoke, “The Lady’s Lord Husband Clegane has arrived.” He spoke in a hushed tone.

Tyrion's frustration grew, “Why are you telling me? She’d want to know, she’s been asking for him-“

Tyrion turned to re enter your chambers, to inform you of your husband's arrival, news that would bring great relief to you.

However the maester stopped Tyrion, grabbing his wrist. “The father is not permitted to witness the birth. It is not done unless the woman is dying. Frankly you shouldn’t have been allowed for as long as you were.”

Tyrion felt uncomfortable, knowing that if Sandor was denied access to you it would result in nothing but a bloody fight. “He will not allow a barrier between him and his wife. And she will not either.”

“That is why we have told Clegane that she is still being prepared for laboring. And why have we not told the Lady that he has arrived.”

Tyrion's face contorted in confusion, “Of what concern is it of yours if he is in the room or not?”

“Tradition. It is not done.” He said exasperated, “Besides the Lord Clegane may prove to be an intimidating figure for the midwives in the room. He would frighten them-”

“And yourself.” Tyrion interrupted, making the Maester’s expression drop. “Allow me to see him.” He said with a confident nod.

“Are you friendly with him? He is quite agitated, perhaps you could calm him.” The maester asked, wanting any assistance in calming the hound.

Tyrion rolled his eyes in frustration, “Just tell me where he is.”

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Sandor waited in the library of Winterfell in agony for someone to tell him what was happening.

He paced the room restlessly. His anger grew and grew with each passing minute of silence. As he paced the room his anger slipped from his grasp for a moment as he kicked over a table in the room. And with the table its papers and letters flew about the room. But one paper in particular caught his eyes.

A drawing, a drawing of you. A rendering of your likeness.

A maester had one created to be sent to each of the seven kingdoms, to tell them of your victory. A marker of history.

He took the drawing in his hands, looked at it closely.

As he looked upon your likeness he came upon a horrifying thought that he was attempting to push out of his mind, but just couldn’t. What if after tonight, this likeness is the only thing he’ll have left of you.

If you couldn’t handle bearing a child, if you suffered the same fate as your mother, or his own.

He’d spend sleepless nights staring at it. Spend years staring at your child, hoping he’d see a glimpse of you in them. And if the child did not live past this night either, then neither would he.

He was pulled from his horrid thoughts as the door opened. He turned around and saw Tyrion in the doorway, looking upon the scene with an awkward demeanor.

“Where the fuck is she?” Sandor barked as he stepped towards Tyrion, “No one will tell me anything!” He shouted.

Tyrion raised the palm of his hand as he spoke softly, “They mean to keep you away from the birth.” Tyrion knew that keeping the two of you would only cause distress. Fuck tradition.

Sandor huffed, “You think I don’t know that? I’ll cut that Maesters throat-“ He said about to charge out of the room before Tyrion began again.

“Do you want bloodshed on such a day? Deprive your laboring wife of the only Maester in Winterfell?” Tyrion said rationally. Sandor hated to admit it, but he was right. Though it did not calm him any.

“The King was never there when your sister labored.” Sandors words were dripping with contempt. He remembered those days in King's Landing. When the King would leave whilst his wife labored. Before Sandor did not care, he did not care about the on goings of the royals lives. All he was concerned about was their safety and his duty. But now, he thought of those days and found himself disgusted. The King hunted, presenting his Queen with pelts whilst she presented a child. He did not wish for you to feel abandoned in that way.

“I think she was thankful for that.” Tyrion attempted to jest.

Sandor did not find it amusing however. “You know what happened to her mother?” His words were dark and his eyes were hard, “She is scared.” His voice wavered slightly, “I won’t have her be scared.” He shook his head.

Tyrion looked at the Hound, but he did not see the Hound. He saw Sandor. He felt a deep sympathy for this tortured man, he understood his love for you. He also understood your love for him. With a sigh he admitted, “She’s in the high tower.”

Sandor pushed past Tyrion without challenge as he marched up the halls of Winterfell. He didn’t need to know what room specifically, he’d figure that out soon enough.

꒰ ୨୧ ─

As he got closer and closer to the chambers you were held in, he could hear cries of pain muffled through the stone walls. But he knew your voice well enough to know it was yours.

As he approached the very room that he knew you were in, he noticed a guard positioned outside its door.

Sandor marched up to the guard, “Open the fucking door.” He ordered in a low voice, it rumbled in his chest.

The guard’s stoic expression faltered and was now replaced by an expression of fear.

Before the craven guard could move aside, the door to the chamber opened. Giving Sandor a small glimpse inside.

He saw you holding your legs apart wearing nothing but your shift that was now covered in sweat and blood. You were on the floor, with your back pressed against the wooden frame of the bed. You groaned through gritted teeth and shut eyes as a midwife held your hand.

He’d never seen you in such a state, in such pain.

However as the door opened the maester stepped in front of Sandor, closing the door.

Sandor looked at the maester with wide and violent eyes. He nearly tore the old cunts arm off when he extended a hand, pressing against Sandors chest. “My Lord, the father mustn’t be present. You may find you are glad for it. I find that lady is glad for it as well, not wishing for their husband to see them in such a state.” The old man's voice wavered from age.

Sandor swatted the maester’s hand away from him. “She say she doesn’t want me there?” He barked, If you didn’t wish him there he’d obey your command, but he knew better. He knew you did not want to be surrounded by people you didn’t know.

“There’s no need to fear for her. The child is in a good position.” The maester attempted to alleviate Sandor’s agitation. However it only grew as he heard another wail come from behind the door.

Sandor scoffed, “That doesn’t sound like it!” He barked, grasping a hold of the maester’s smock.

“Child bearing is not a pleasurable experience, my Lord.” The maester stammered.

“I know that.” He said in a gruff tone, “Let me the fuck in there.” He said as he heard another cry, his grip tightened. “If you don’t move, I’ll pull your guts from your fucking throat.” He rasped pulling the maester closer, nearly inches away from his face.

You were so tired from the pain, the energy it took with each push, and the milk of the poppy only made it worse. You struggled to keep your eyes open as you panted from exhaustion. You threw your head back, “I want my husband, I want to see his eyes.” you whined.

A more high born midwife in the corner of the room spoke up, “It is not done, my Lady-“

“If it would bring m’lady comfort,” your angel attempted to defend your wishes properly, but her temper got the better of her, “Fuck traditions, just let the man in!” she whispered in a hiss towards the other midwife making her gasp.

After she did, you heard the booming sound of your husband's voice, demanding to be let in on the other side of the door. Your eyes widened despite your exhaustion. “Is that him? He’s here? I want my husband-Sandor!” You called out frantically, knowing he’d hear it.

“Fuck out my way.” Sandor rasped one last time before pushing the maester away by placing a large palm on the man’s face.

As he burst into the chamber, your tired and weary eyes fell on him, but through your exhaustion and tears you could hardly make him out. But the sound of his footsteps and the way his armor clanked as he stomped around the room, you knew it was him.

“Sandor?” You asked weakly, reaching a hand out to him.

Sandor dropped to his knees, grabbing hold of your hand firmly. “I’m here.” His voice wavered slightly. Something that rarely happened. He took your face into his other hand. “I’m here.”

“I’m scared.” You said grasping at Sandors arm.

He didn’t know how to comfort you, but he wanted to badly. He rubbed your dewy cheek with his large thumb, “I know, I know. I know, my brave girl.” He whispered to you as he leaned in closer to you.

“Fuck-“ You cried out, throwing your head back again against the wooden bed frame. Feeling the pain wash over you. Practically paralyzing your legs. You shook your head, “It’s not coming is it?” You whimpered.

The common girl rubbed your knee as she looked under your shift, “It is coming, m’lady.” She was confident.

Though her confidence didn’t help you much.

As you continued to cry out from the pain, Sandor looked to the midwife who tended to you so tenderly. “What can I do?” He asked, strangely gentle.

“Nothing to be done.” The maester said, as he stood uselessly in the corner. “I know that is not what you’d like to hear. I know you wish to ease her pain but I can assure you I have done all I can to ease it-” His pathetic words were interrupted by your scream of pain.

“That doesn’t sound like easing fucking pain!” Sandor shouted at the Maester as he held on tighter to your hand.

“While Lord Tyrion sought you out, I gave the Lady Arryn as much milk of the poppy I could without killing her.” ’Killing her’ the words made Sandor stand, and stomp over to the maester.

“She cannot die.” He growled through gritted teeth.

“We are doing all we can-” The maester said flustered.

“She will not die.” He leaned in towards the old man. Inches from his face once again. “You fucking hear me?” He threatened.

“Y-yes.” The maester stammered.

“Then stop flapping your fucking lips at me and go see to my wife.”

The girl who attended to you called out, “M’Lord, hold the lady.” Sandor obeyed, but not before staring daggers at the old man. Once he turned from him, he got back on his knees. You kneeled on your knees, resting your head against his chest, as you held onto his shoulders. The new position alleviated some of the pain from your back, but certainly did not resolve it completely. “Is that better m’lady?” The girl asked, and you nodded with closed eyes, attempting to relish in the feeling of your husband's hands holding you up.

The young midwife positioned herself on her knees behind you, pushing up your shift, “It is time M’lady.” She said with a sympathetic tone, knowing the next bit was not going to be any more pleasant. “Push!”

And so you did, you dug your nails into his armored shoulders as you strained. “You can do this,” Sandor murmured in your ear, “You can.” He asserted again and again.

Pushing with all of your might. Pushing and pausing to breathe. The pain made your legs tremble and if it were not for Sandor’s tight hold on you, you would’ve buckled onto the floor.

As you pushed you couldn’t breathe, you strained so hard you feared you’d burst. You felt your face turn red and the sweat drip from your brow.

You tried your hardest to push, not letting a single scream escape you from the strain. The room fell silent for the first time since your labors began. Until you could no longer hold in your scream as it escaped through your gritted teeth.

And finally, relief.

Relief that carried sound, a cry.

You could hear the babe’s cry. Even their squeals were beautiful and sweet.

“A girl! A girl!” The girl said with delight as she wrapped the babe in a blanket.

You were still too weak to move, but with all your strength you raised your head from Sandor’s chest, attempting to look at the babe but could not see her with the crowd of midwives in the way. “How is she?” you asked with half lidded eyes.

“She’s small, quite small. But she’s ten fingers, ten toes, and kicking like a goat, m’lady.” You could practically hear the girl's smile as she tended to cleaning the babe and removing her umbilical cord.

You smiled and could do nothing but allow tears to fall from your cheeks as the sounds of her cry met your ears. The first sound of the little thing you’d been growing within you for 8 long months. She’d come to you early, in your time of need. You couldn’t wait to see her face for the first time.

Sandor looked over at the babe, so small. He couldn’t believe someone as large and as brutal as he could create such a delicate and beautiful thing. He held back a smile as he looked at her, he’d never felt such a love before. He’d burn the world for that fragile bird and do it gladly. He held you tighter, proud of your accomplishment, grateful of what you’d given him, and beyond relieved you were alive.

“Ah!” You wailed in discomfort as you felt something moving its way out of you. Sandor gripped onto you tighter.

“The afterbirth-“ She said, grabbing a chamberpot to catch it, “You’ll need to push just a bit more m’lady.” She said rubbing your lower back, attempting to comfort you.

It was much easier to pass then the babe, you pushed it part the way until it slipped out of you. You hardly felt it other than the uncomfortable sensation of it slipping from between your thighs.

The girl collected it swiftly and cleaned your thighs. Only the cramping did not stop.

“Mmmm-“ You continued to groan in discomfort, you shoved your face into Sandor’s chest.

He placed a hand over your head, “Something’s not right.” Sandor said, looking towards the maester.

“Time after birth can be uncomfortable.” The maester said dismissively.

Sandor had no time to beat the man into submission. Rather he looked towards the common girl, the only midwife that seemed to understand how to help you. “Girl!” He shouted and the girl looked back towards you and he said, “Something’s not right with her!”

The girl pushed the chamberpot and rags she used to clean you onto another midwife, and rushed over towards you. She lifted your skirts, “Another,” She said with a gasp, “A blessing from the Gods!” She said with glee.

“Another child?” Sandor asked, he was rarely ever surprised but he was now. His feelings battled one another. He felt an overwhelming joy to know that he not only had one child by you but two, he also felt ill-equipped and frightened, but mostly he was concerned once again by your health. He did not know if you could handle another child in your state of exhaustion.

“Again? Fuck-I can’t-“ You shook your head frantically, you were frightened by the prospect of having to strain like that again.

The girl placed a cool hand on your back and shook her head, “No choice M’lady, the babe is coming.” She said with a softness.

“Sandor, my only love.” You spoke as if you were recalling him, not speaking to him. Though your voice was weak your words were heavy. “If I die,” You began,

“Stop.” He commanded you as he caressed your head against his chest.

You continued as if you did not hear him, “If I die, care for our children. It’s not their fault.” You said weary, through labored breaths. The pain became hardly noticeable as you felt yourself slipping out of consciousness. Perhaps it was the milk of the poppy, perhaps it was death. You did not know, and were too tired to care.

“You will not die,” He said sternly. He could feel emotion rise in his chest, and his nose slash with heat. He held back tears as he barked, “You’re not going to fucking die!”

You were used to your husband's harsh tone, it did not bother you. “Tell me what she looks like-“ You asked between groans of pain as you continued to push the best you could. You knew one thing for certain and that was that your child would be born, even if it killed you.

“You’ll see her soon.” Sandor said, unwilling to entertain any notion that would suggest you wouldn’t.

“Tell me.” You asked again, your weary voice wavered and your body shook from the pain.

Sandor looked over to the babe, the midwives were busy cleaning, and the babe continued to cry. No doubt misliking the hands of strangers, wanting for her mother. “Small. She looks like you-“ He shook his head and looked back down to you, “You’ll see soon.” He asserted again.

“You must push, M’lady, the babe is nearly here!” The girl encouraged you.

You groaned and whined as you dug your nails back into Sandors shoulders. He held you tightly, and ran his hands up and down your back as you pushed. Only this time, you could not push so easily. You got winded quicker, and were screaming more. You cried out and sweat dripped from your brow as you shook your head, “I can’t, I can’t.” You whimpered into Sandor’s chest.

“Push, girl, push!” Sandor almost pleaded with you.

With a final push, one that took all your might,

You felt that relief once more, and the sounds of other babes cry.

“A boy!” She said with joy, “Strong and healthy, M’Lady. Much bigger than his sister.”

“You did it, you see?” Sandor said whispering as he kissed the crown of your head.

“I’m so tired.” You whined, your eyes nearly closed.

“No more in her is there?” Sandor asked with a raised brow.

“No, M’Lord.” The girl shook her head, and snipped the babes umbilical cord.

With that, Sandor picked you up gently. He carried you to the bed in the chambers. He laid you on the bed with the utmost care, sitting beside you.

You could hear your children cry in the room. Despite your exhaustion you needed them in your arms. “I want my children.” You pleaded. As the midwives made sure that your body was not in need of any immediate attention, the common girl brought you your first born. The girl, a small and delicate babe.

With a wide smile, You kissed her forehead, and smiled as tears of joy fell from your eyes. Her cries ceased as soon as her skin met yours. Through the reflection of the babe’s big brown eyes, you saw your own smile that she brought to you.

Then she handed you your son, a much larger, and longer babe than his sister. He rested on your chest as you kissed his head. The babes were soft and calm as you held them. You let out a breath of relief and smiled so widely you didn’t remember the last time you were so happy.

The scene was enough to make even your stone hearted husband smile, nearly in tears himself though he’d never show it. He held your head and kissed your temple.

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You could hardly sleep that night despite your exhaustion. You spent it staring at your babes.

What bliss, a bliss, a peace, a love that you’d never felt before. Not for anyone or anything. Even Sandor.

A love so pure, unconditional, and fierce, no force alive could shift it.

A love you could not live without. You held in your hands now your greatest strength, as well as your greatest weakness.

You shall be the cruelest woman alive if it ensured these little things safety. You shall be the gentlest woman alive if it ensured their happiness.

You intended to do both.

You looked up to see Tyrion, quietly entering your chamber. You smiled, too content to question what he was doing here so late, “Am I mad, or are these babes the most beautiful babes in all of histories?” You said looking at the sleeping babes in the cradles by your bedside. “Or perhaps all mothers feel this way.”

Tyrion approached, looking at the two babes with a soft smile, “Both could be true.” He looked at you with concern. “I wanted to see how you were, two children in one night is quite the accomplishment.” He said with a smile.

You looked over to your husband, dead asleep beside you, snoring loudly. “I fear the births tired him more than I.” You said, not being able to remember the pain you suffered, blinded by the happiness you felt in that moment.

Tyrion looked at the babes in the cradle, “A name?”

You shrugged, “We never discussed it. Feels unthinkable now, to overlook such a thing. To hells with the war, it should have been them I thought of.” You said, shaking your head. “I simply keep calling them, my girl, and my boy.” You said with a gentle smile, and placed your hand on top of your girl's belly, just to feel her breathing.

He smiled at your happiness, “I told you so.” he said in a whisper. Remembering how he once told you that you would one day have a child, and marry, and how you denied it.

“I’m sorry, Tyrion.” You said earnestly.

“Don’t be.” He said with a smile shaking his head. He looked at the babes once more, “She looks like you, thank the Gods.” It was partially a jest.

“She has his eyes.” You said proudly.

“He’s big for a babe born so early. No doubt he will be as big as his father. Though let us hope he will be much more handsome.” He said, again jesting, though half serious. He looked at you softly, “Many people wish to see you, and them.”

You shook your head. “They can wait til the morning. They must sleep, as must I.” Tyrion nodded and began to leave your chamber, but not before you said, “Thank you, Tyrion.” He smiled at you and nodded once more before leaving.

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The next morning, it was quite early, the sun barely touching the sky. But you and Sandor were awake. Midwives still scurried around the room and made sure you were well. Bringing you and your husband food. Sandor gorged after such a long trip back to Winterfell.

Though you were bound to your bed you insisted on attending to your children as much as you could.

An old maid came to take your boy from your arms, to take him to the wet nurse. An idea that disagreed with you terribly.

“I’ll feed them myself.” You said as you pulled your son closer to you and away from the old maid.

The old maid did not understand it, “My lady that is what the wet nurse is for.” She said with furrowed brows.

“Not for my children.” You said not leaving any room for question.

“My lady-“ She began,

“You heard her.” Your husband barked as he scarfed down the plate of food in front of him.

The old maid left, frustrated and confused.

“M’lady wishes to do this the common way.” The common girl said with a smile as she approached you. “May I show you?” She asked softly,

You nodded humbly, clueless as to what to do. The common girl approached you and gently began helping you position the boy in your arms to feed.

“What is your name?” You asked, looking at the common girl's face.

“Eira, m’lady.” She said as softly as she helped your son latch onto you.

“Eye-raaa,” You said drawing out the pronunciation of her name, it was a name you’d never heard before. “Beautiful name.” It was, especially for a common born girl, “Have you aided in the births of many babes?” You asked, adjusting your hold on the boy.

“Only a few.” She said, it surprised you. She seemed to be the most capable and knowledgeable in the room, “And my own.” She finished.

You looked at her with concern, the girl could not be more than ten and five, “You’re only a girl.”

“Men hardly see it that way.” She said with a shake of her head, and a somber smile.

As your son began to drink from you, you caressed his head. Already he had a full head of hair, the same color as your own. “You’ve a talent, Eira.” You said softly.

“Thank you, M’lady.” She with a smile said as she readied her things to leave you.

“I Thank you, I do not think I would have been able to get through my labors without your help.” You said with true gratitude.

Eira smiled and bowed her head to you before leaving you and your new family to share a moment alone.

As you fed your boy, you looked over to the cradle that held your little girl. Then you looked at your husband, who was looking at the small babe in the cradle as he ate. Like a watchful guard dog, or a good father.

“You’ve not held her.” You said, gently.

He shook his head, “She’s too small.” he rasped.

“Hold her.” You asserted, gently again. You knew he was scared but you also knew he wanted to hold her dearly.

“I’ll hurt her.” He said vulnerably.

“You won’t hurt her.” He looked at you, “I know you won’t.” You said softly.

With a sigh, Sandor stood and approached the cradle. He hesitated before reaching in and gently cradling the babe in his hands. She was so small he could have held her in one hand, but dare not try.

He was half expecting the babe to cry as soon as he held her. But she did not, comforted by the presence of her father as he walked her over to the bedside where her mother said. “You have a daughter, and a son.” You said as Sandor sat beside you.

“We have a daughter, and a son.” He said softly, you stared at him with a blissful smile. You could not think of a place in the world you would rather be. He looked at you, and furrowed his brow, “What?” he rasped.

“She inherited your eyes.” You said gently looking over at the brown eyed babe. You then caressed the crown of the boy in your arms as you said “And he’s got your nose. Small but you can tell.”

Sandor scoffed, “Let’s hope that’s all they got from me.” he groaned.

“Stop it.” You said more sternly, “You’re the most handsome man I know.” It was true, scar or no.

He looked at you as if you’d told the most egregious lie, “Fuck off-“

“Don’t.” You interupted him, “I’m not well enough to fuck some sense into you just yet.” You said leaning over slightly to kiss his cheek.

Sandor snorted a laugh, “He has your eyes.” Sandor said more gently, looking at the babe you fed.

“Do you think?” You asked, looking down to the boy at your breast.

“I know.” He said gruffly.

“I’m glad it was two. I won’t be baring any more children, do you understand?” You said with a raised brow, “The Eyrie will be thoroughly stocked with moontea.”

“Or I could stop finishing in you.” He rasped.

“Let’s not be irrational.” You said as if he had suggested the most ridiculous idea. It made him chuckle lowly. As you looked at your children, you placed a hand on Sandors shoulder, “We should decide names.”

“You can manage that.” He murmured. It was not something a man like he would give much thought or care to.

“You don’t have a family name you’d like?” You asked, wishing to honor his family as your own.

Sandor shook his head, “Fuck my brother, and fuck my father. I can’t remember my sister's name… Can’t even remember my own mothers name.” He grumbled.

As your boy finished feeding, you held him towards Sandor, making him hold both your children. You rested your chin on his shoulder as ran your hand up and down his back. Wanting to comfort him.

You thought deeply for a moment of a name. “Loras? For our boy?” To you, it would honor a dear friend of yours who you lost.

To Sandor it would remind him of the man who you were first intended to marry, “Loras?” He asked with a furrowed brow.

“Alright…” You said with a sigh, understanding his hesitation, “Jon.” You said with a nod, “The name of my father, and my cousin.”

“Jon Clegane.” He said almost proudly as he looked at the boy in his arm, “Let’s hope he does not bring any more filth to the name.” He said half seriously.

“He won’t!” You said with a gentle slap to his arm, “He is a sweet boy, you can tell.” You said with a smile.

“Aye, with you for a mother he’ll have to be.” He said as he admired the boy. His eyes then wandered towards the tiny babe in his other arm, “The girl?” He asked.

“First born. My heir.” You said with a warm smile, reaching out to her. Sandor gently placed her in your arms. “She should be given a name no one in either our lines have been given.”

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Once the names were given and decided, a raven was sent to the Vale where Jon and Lord Royce held control over the East and made sure Baelish remained in his sky cell whilst you labored.

Lord Royce was first to read the letter. Then he gave it to Jon.

Jon elated that you were safe, and so were your babes. He stepped out of the Eyrie seeing the sea of men who had fought for the siege of the Eyrie.

He shouted, “Your Lady has birthed an heir! A healthy daughter! Eira Arryn, first of her name!” The men cheered, raising their swords in the air. Not only was the Eyrie now back in the possession of the Arryns, the line was secured. “That is not all!" Jon shouted, "It is twins! The Lady has given the vale a healthy son! Jon Clegane!”

The men again, cheered and celebrated your successful delivery. It was a joyous day. An extravagant celebration was no doubt on the way for your children. And a trial was on the way for Baelish.

But it all could wait, you had at last found peace.

NOTE: It makes me sad to say… but the next chapter is the finale…

K love you, xoxo

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satorisoup · 5 months ago

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gene selfship questions here 🤞

how did you two meet? what’s your selective love language? does he do anything special for you only? when’s your anniversary?

EEEK BELL MY FRIEND !! (>∀<*) pls i can not shush up when it comes to sugu </3 i could talk about him forever and ever !! :3

how me and suguru met :

me and suguru met through shoko back in jujutsu high !! i was supa close to her and one time, i saw her walking with these two boys and i swear… i saw suguru and it was instant heart eyes !! i ran up to her to ask who he was, and she told me and ever since then i had a big crush on him :3 we finally met when shoko introduced me to him and we started hanging out !! i was supa shy around him but i eventually warmed up <3

me and suguru’s love language :

words of affirmation and acts of service !! i’m always telling suguru how much i enjoy his presence and how dearly i love him sniff </3 he deserves to hear it !! as for suguru, he’s always doing the sweetest meaningful things for me, and it always makes me feel soso loved </3 he’s tha best !! >//<

something special suguru does for only me :

suguru always helps me get ready for bed when the sun goes down <3 puts my hair in a pretty braid, lays out my comfy clothes on the bed and puts them on me, rubs my back while i lay down and eventually tucks me in with a sweet little kiss T^T he truly is soso caring with me it makes me melt with how warm he has me feeling !!

me and suguru’s anniversary :

january 22nd !!

WAHHH thank you soso much for asking bell !! ILY SOSO MUCH !! /p i could seriously ramble about my sweet sugu day in and day out, i appreciate you giving me the chance to teehee !! IM WISHING YOU THA BESTEST WEEK EVAAA AND SENDING YOU SO MANY HUGS !! <3

#sugu my suguru <333 I WUV HIM TO THE MOON AND BACK !!#forever and ever <3 #UR THA BESTEST EVAAA BELL !! >//<#⋆ ˚｡ ୨୧ gene ⋆ ˚｡#「✉︎」 — a trip to the mailbox .ᐟ #° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . — special delivery from bell .ᐟ

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sst0rmm · 8 months ago

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𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ in the mornings ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

ft: rin.

notes: just pure sunshine fluff ✧˖°.

part/series: 1.0 2.0 3.0

wc: 1328

he's doesn't wake you up, and prefers to let you sleep the night away to your heart's content (sleeping makes you happy), and he notices and cares about that.

it's the little things....

rin wakes up early before you. he's always been an early bird, up as soon as the sun rises, and a sleepy saturday is no exception. so you're left to be woken up by the birds chirping and the sun shining and the smell of your favorite food wafting through the open doorway. and you'll get up, slowly walk your way downstairs.

the moment's surprisingly domestic, rin's shirtless and clad in an apron (even though it's a little drafty downstairs), you're in his shirt, and for a second there's nothing but the sound of sizzling bacon reverberating on the walls and making you feel completely at home.

"did you sleep well?" you smile, because you suddenly feel refreshly rejuvenated.

"yeah, i really, really did."

rin is SUCH a sweetheart dasifjsdiofjjjsfdi LMAOO like...

you cannot prove me wrong once he gets to know you he's literally warm and allasdfjdfoi

and his cooking's mad scrumptious i am telling u

breakfast, as usual is warm and lifts you up. down to your veins, the utter core and heart of your being, because you can tell that he made it with love, and that's most important. and once you're done, you make a move to go do the dishes, but he won't let you. (the man's serious, what can i say?)

"i can do it-"

"don't worry," rin pulls you into a swift hug and you're suddenly surrounded by a cocoon of strong, comforting arms, "i got it."

"but you already cooked? we should split-"

rin looks at you fondly, amusement glimmering in teal eyes. it's a look that can stop time, shatter you, and pick you up anew. it's the look of the sunsets you saw together last september, and it's that look of pure adoration and love.

"you should rest," he whispers as he presses a soft kiss to your cheek that leaves your stomach whirling and your nerves dancing alight. "you're worth it."

oh if you only knew HOW BAD i need a rin in my life

we all need a rin tbh because he's sooo sweet and so caring when he's comfy around you

+ a little jelly bcs !!!!

this next scene is utter beauty... you'll see...

waking up is hard when you're utterly entangled in the strong arms of the one you love.

the sun hums softly through the windows, blanketing everything in golden radiance. a clear, blue expanse of sky gazes down at you from above. the clock blinks at you in soft red letters the time (11 P.M.), but neither of you seem to make a move to get up.

it’s the power of a sleepy saturday.

a soft murmur (the doorbell) cuts through your haze of thoughts. “i’ll get it-” rin starts but you push the covers back onto him, pressing him back down onto the soft mattress.

“don’t worry, i got it,” you smile, and he wraps you in a warm hug.

“if you’re gone too long, i’ll miss you!” he calls over your shoulder. you smile back at him. it’s so easy to fall back into that comforting, perfect rhythm, where it’s just the two of you. indelible touches and soft warmth, broken down to sand, it’s just the two of you. against the world, fighting together, the two of you.

your heart blossoms with a warmth that swells from your head down to the very core of your being, and sits happily there, a pleasant, steady heat that makes the silence feel so full.

at your door’s a cute, smiling pizza man.

“delivery for y/n?” he smiles down at you, while holding that cardboard box.

“thanks so much!” you turn to grab your wallet from the counter, and come back right after. the air’s crackling with some unspoken tension, and you feel and hear movement behind you, but you disregard it.

inhaling the aroma of cheesy goodness, you feel oddly refreshed.

the man looks you up and down, and you suddenly realize you’re in a ratty set of pajamas and cross your arms over yourself a little self-consciously.

“the weather’s gorgeous today, isn’t it?” the man smiles and you find it in yourself to smile back. he’s just being nice, you chide yourself.

“yeah-” you start, “it really, really is.”

as you move to swipe your credit card across the gleaming screen of the touchless payment scanner, your feet get caught on the rug and you fall down, down, down…

right into the pizza guy’s arms. as your cheeks color and flame, and you murmur a hasty apology and scramble away, the man smirks.

“fell for me already, didn’t you?”

you wince. he’s cute, with warm eyes and dimples, but he’s no rin itoshi. “actually,” you start, “i’m flattered, but i’m not interested.”

the guy looks at you in surprise. “what, do you have a boyfriend or someth-”

immediately, rin’s presence materializes by you as if summoned. it’s a little uncanny, you think to yourself. and you have to admit, seeing rin stare down his opposition is a sight to see.

it doesn’t help the other guy’s case that rin’s fit as anything, either. just the glare he gives his opponents is enough to make them recoil. he crosses his arms over his broad chest and gives the delivery guy a penetrating stare. (you feel a little bad for this poor pizza man). but also, it fills you with molten heat and just love that rin would even care about these little things.

“yeah,” rin drawls underneath the summer sun, “she does have a boyfriend.” he wraps his bicep around your waist and tugs you close.

“so if i were you,” rin leans in towards the guy and whispers, “i’d probably leave now.”

somehow, the pressured worker manages to keep his wits intact. “you haven’t paid-”

“i’ll handle it, y/n,” rin whispers in your ear and waves you off. as you sit down on your sofa and calm your racing heart, you’re hit with such a wave of emotion that your heart weeps. because you’re rin itoshi’s, and he doesn’t care if the whole world knows it.

rin’s by your side minutes later and he sees your tears. “why’re you crying? is it me- don’t cry because of me-” he hugs you close, and wipes away your tears with gentle fingers.

“i’m not sad, rin,” you smile up at him, “happy tears. happy because you love me, and you don’t care if the whole world knows it-”

“even if you are a jealous-”

he pulls you in close and whispers fiercely. “damn right i’m jealous, because i got the best person in the world right beside me. and i’ll never let you go, and i’ll always love you. let the world say what they want to say, because you’re mine.”

“i love you too, rin-”

and then he pulls you into a searing kiss, embedding himself into your very soul and your entire mind is consumed with just rin itoshi. featherlight touches leave trails of heat down your face, and you breathe a soft sigh.

because rin in the mornings (and any other time) is truly just a sight to behold.

“say it,” rin murmurs and pulls away. you’re both breathing a little heavy and he looks at you with such love and emotion in his eyes that you know what he needs.

“i’m yours.”

the next kiss sends off fireworks in your heart and ignites your world in a blaze of life because you’re rin’s, he’s yours, and the two of you together are unstoppable.

there will be ups and downs. highs of unimaginable greatness and lows and worlds of hurt. but you’ll get through it.

together.

OH MY GOD MWA MWA MWA AHHHHHH

rin is truly the best lover when he's with you, i refuse to believe othwerise.... well i know he''ll prob be AWKWARD and cold at first.. (i'll totally do an arranged marriage sitch on my ao3 oh i love the idea already)

stay tuned for part two (guess which character in comments!!! or request which one im open) i'll link it under the series column when it's rdy ;)

thank u sm for reading, and thank you to @enchanthings for these lovely page dividers. grateful foreva 🫶

(rin pics bcs i love him sm, look at that penetrating stare and bro has hella eyelashes..)

ASJFDSOIF ok THANKS FOR REEADING AGAIN!!

part two is up and linked!!! happy reading :)

#blue lock #bllk #bllk x reader #bllk fluff #rin itoshi #rin itoshi x y/n #rin itoshi x reader #bllk imagines #blue lock x reader #blue lock fluff #itoshi rin

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