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If you participated in the mrkdvidal1989-led mob harrasment against Grace fans/Grace x Tommy fans, you are awful and I hope you never forget what you did. I know how many of you were participants.
Incredible how many of you, his loyal fans and asslickers, ran away like cowards as soon as he was exposed for his shit, washing your hands of it and currently going about your lives as normal and pretending that nothing happened. His hatred against Grace, Annabelle Wallis and their fans was not normal and you know it. His way of referring to her and the actress was extremely frightening and denigrating, bordering on a fine line between criticism and pure misogyny. But hey, you all have the audacity to complain about the show's misogyny against the female characters, no?
No matter how blinded or manipulated you have been, the moment you get involved in something that already affects others makes you part of the problem. Hell, he even sent harassing messages to them.
Harrasment will never be a "small issue." It's because of individuals like you and that bastard that many innocent people have committed suicide.
Grace fans and Tommy x Grace fans, you are valid and I am very sorry that you have had a horrible time at the hands of these specimens.
#peaky blinders#peaky blinders fandom#peaky blinders drama#tommy shelby#grace burgess#tommy x grace#oh#just mentioning that a lot of lizzie fans/lizzie x tommy fans celebrated his shit like it was something to be proud of.#it's not enough that your ship is terrible but also that your entire behavior in the fandom is embarrassing lmao#gtfo of my blog#And no#I'm not going to shut up#I'll bring up this topic over and over again in the same way that you tormented these people repeatedly.
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"We're serious about each other, right?" You begin softly as you’re snuggled up against Wriothesley in his private chambers. Your fingers trace patterns along his bare chest marred with two diagonal scars that's parallel to each other on his pec and upper abs. You wonder what's the story behind this one, like many other scars he received on his body but you suppose he'll come around to tell you about it with time.
"Yes, I'm serious about you." His arm that's tucked under you slows the gentle caressing of your skin, as his other arm goes to wrap around your waist drawing you closer, and he presses a sweet kiss on your forehead. "Why? Do you have doubts?"
You feel a little embarrassed for even bringing this topic of conversation up because it made you feel vulnerable. You and Wriothesley have been spending a great deal of time together, some evenings more intimate than others. But you would like to know where this is going, if you both want the same things because you are dating with the intention of marrying.
"It's just that... you never officially asked me to be yours."
"Do you want me to ask you?" He says with an understanding nod, brushing strands away from your pretty face as he gazes fondly at you. "If you need it, I will happily do so."
There's an apparent curve on your lips despite your previous uncertainty since he's willing to do this one little thing for you. "Is it silly of me that I want you to? I don't want to assume that we're exclusive if you didn't feel the same way. And I suppose I'll have a more definite answer for my mother who keeps wanting to set me up with her friend's son from her women's book club."
"No, it's not silly at all, sweetheart. I will ask you officially." He replies, a small smile gracing his features. "Will you一" He cuts himself off briefly to take a moment to think and steady himself. "Will you be mine, Y/N? I suppose I should've asked you from the moment I knew I wanted to be with you. I would like to be romantic partners with you, if you'll have me."
You feel a wave of giddiness wash over you, and you bury your face in his chest for a moment as your smile broadens into a heartfelt grin. Wriothesley chuckles as he smooths a hand over your hair. "So now that I've asked... will you accept? Do I get to spend the rest of my days with you?"
Your soft laughter tickles against his skin, and when you come up to meet his handsome face again you lean in for a quick peck against the softness of his lips. "Of course, I'm going to accept. I love being with you and I care about you so much, how could I not say yes?"
Wriothesley traps you in his strong hold as his smile remains, his chin tucking into your shoulder and he squeezes you gently. "Thank you for choosing me." He murmurs quietly, his breathing coming out in content sighs as he places a tender kiss on your neck and cheek. "Now you can tell your mother that you've found someone. And I believe introductions are in order, isn't that right darling?"
#wriothesley x you#wriothesley x reader#wriothesley x fem reader#wriothesley genshin#wriothesley fluff#wriothesley#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact imagines
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Ok so PVP civilization??? I HAVE SOME THOUGHTS???
Spoilers for episode 5 btw
So first off the REVEALS THIS EPISODE??? And the fact that most of them were to the viewer and not to Evbo???
The first reveal I want to talk about is PRINCEZAM REVIVING. HE CAN REVIVE TOO. This means WAY MORE THAN YOU MIGHT INITIALLY THINK.
Princezam's character, in nature, is selfish. He talks highly about how Evbo repeatedly dying is heroic, and while he may be subjecting himself to endless torture, he's saving so many lives, he's a hero, he's a good person. It's implied that Zam believes, if he were in Evbo's position, he would do the same; that he would let himself die to save others. But it's a lie. Because he IS in Evbo's position. HE CAN REVIVE TOO. But he kept it a better secret than Evbo, which is the only reason why he hasn't been endlessly farmed yet.
The second reveal Princezam gives that also shows more about his character and motives is that Evbo has a limited number of revives. He isn't immortal. He's on his last life. If he dies again, he'd be gone forever. And Zam knew this.
And I think something is really, really interesting about this. Because in episode 4, Zam's motive is to make Evbo die over and over indefinitely so he can keep increasing durability of the iron swords and increasing life span. Still an interesting character, but him KNOWING that this solution is temporary, and him KNOWING that Evbo will die permanently soon, changes everything. His motive wasn't to save the iron swords, I actually think he couldn't care less about them. His motive was to kill Evbo.
What else would it be? Why else would Zam KNOWINGLY make Evbo die over and over with every death coming closer to permanent death? Because for whatever reason, Zam wanted to get rid of Evbo. But why? Yes, it's true he was the chosen one. But that leads me into my next point:
Is he?
The only real thing that made Evbo special enough to be the chosen one is that he could revive himself after dying. But he isn't the only one who can. Zam can too; and I believe Tabi and a few other people can as well. So IS he the chosen one? Personally, I don't think he is. I think that someone else is the chosen one, but I'll get to who eventually. What possible motive could Zam have for wanting Evbo dead, if he isn't the chosen one?
Evbo was a diamond sword.
OKOKOK HEAR ME OUT
Evbo was a diamond sword who's memories were erased. He was threatening to like do something (maybe become a netherite sword?) that Zam and others didn't approve of and maybe he was working with Tabi, so both of them were killed and revived in the wooden sword level. But Evbo's memories were erased in the process so Tabi decided to manipulate him and get to the top without him this time. That brings me to the next point.
Tabi has history with some of the diamond swords. Specifically, Ferre. We don't know what yet, but I believe like I said above that she and Evbo were previously diamond swords, and were trying to do something and ended up being killed. Evbo's memories were erased but Tabi's weren't.
I think the reason the diamond swords were willing to let Evbo back in and not Tabi is because he lost all his memories. Maybe, he'll get some back and realize that the diamond layer is corrupt or evil in some way, and team up with Tabi to defeat them. But I don't think so. I think Tabi is evil and had either roped in Evbo, or worked with Evbo but losing his memories made him change.
Anyways, on the topic of reviving, I think it's also safe to say Zam was a diamond sword. First off, he seemed to know the diamond swords personally and disliked them, calling them 'bottom feeders' (which by the way is so fucking funny I giggled so much at that line) also we know he can revive as well so safe to say he was killed and revived there. Maybe he was in the plan (that may or may not exist idfk) with Tabi and Evbo and was killed as well. But I doubt it, considering how he treats Evbo, but then again, his character is very selfish and antagonistic. I think his ultimate motive is to rank up to a netherite sword (which may be godhood like in parkciv?? but we don't know) and he's trying to kill Evbo to take out the competition.
Also this is a minor thing but now we finally know why Zam kept his door closed in episode two, because he had an armor stand too and didn't want the secret to come out.
Now for the final reveal: Parrot has a backstory. And I think I know what it is.
Parrot is the real chosen one.
Ok my evidence for this is mostly speculation but also if Evbo isn't the chosen one than who?? Parrot is a really odd character, like every time he talks it just feels like there's something off about him. He talks a lot about the chosen one, but he acts. Weird. Around Evbo when he finds out that he's the chosen one. Also, for someone so devoted to the chosen one, he's still very much alive; and I point this out because he has a mansion AND a video journaling machine. That costs a lot of swings and I have a feeling he hasn't really ever paid respects to it. Even though he says he has. And why would he? BECAUSE HE'S THE CHOSEN ONE.
If Parrot isn't the chosen one, either one of two things are probably true:
he was a diamond sword
he was a/the netherite sword
I don't really know how these would work in the story the same way the chosen one theory would, but yeah
Thank you for reading my ramblings :33 hopefully I didn't miss anything lmao
ALSO??? WEMMBU AND MINUTE IN A EVBO VIDEO???? HELLO???? IS THIS REAL LIFE????????
#pvp civilization#dawg I wrote some of this like I was writing an essay please help me#princezam#evbo#Tabi#FerreMC#wemmbu#minutetech#parrotx2#parkour civilization#pvp civ#pvpciv
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🗝️, prompt 5 + kate martin
# JACKET 'ROUND MY SHOULDERS IS YOURS
pairing: kate martin x teammate!reader
word count: 710
warnings: one suggestive comment
prompt: "here, take my jacket"
⭑ from lani: lyric from cornelia street and theyre in new york...but not cornelia street...who wrote ts fr 🙄
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YOU SHIVER WALKING through the cold yet vibrant streets of times square, skin covered in goosebumps as you brave the unfamiliar weather.
"y/n, please, it is not that cold," gabbie laughs, observing your shaking figure.
"i know," you shrug, "i'm actually hot."
"girl, you don't have to lie, it's okay," jada adds, "you just have to remember to bring your jacket next time."
"i swear i hate you guys," you say, shaking your head as you continue to subtly rub your arms in an attempt to warm up your body.
the night progresses, and you are just getting colder and colder. as a girl from the west coast, you were definitely not used to this type of cold. and even worse, you hated being an inconvenience, which is why you kept denying your friends' offers to give you their jackets.
you also hated being wrong. you wouldn't even buy a jacket for yourself when you would stroll through shops - you were stubborn if anything.
the one person who persisted despite your dismissive behavior was kate. your best friend and also the girl you were in love with.
you'd slowly started to fall for the girl throughout your years at iowa. to you, she was your other half on and off the court. but you had no idea if she felt the same way.
"y/n, please for the love of god take my jacket. you look like a penguin the way you're wobbling from the cold," she says, her blue eyes pleading for you to accept her offer.
you turn to her, seeing that she's already stripped out of her thick letterman jacket and is now walking beside you in a simple nike hoodie.
"kate, i swear i'm fine, please put your jacket back on, you're gonna get sick."
"you're crazy if you think i'm gonna let you walk around new york city in nothing but jeans and a long sleeve."
"i actually have socks and shoes on too so i'm good, i promise," you joke, trying to distract her from the matter at hand.
"y/n," she deadpans, clearly not giving up. at this point she had stopped the two of you from walking as she stood before you, her hands on either side of your shoulders.
she looked down at you with a certain look in her eyes, one that only happened to shine through when she talked to you.
the rest of your group had walked ahead, not noticing your stoppage, "kate, we're gonna lose them, let's go."
"y/n, i will tie you down if that's what it takes for you to put this on," she states with a serious face.
"kinky," you smirk playfully, trying to change the topic once again.
"y/n i swear-"
"okay fine!" you sigh, "i'll put it on."
"finally," she breathes out, "thank you."
she helps you slip into the large jacket, the sleeves a little too long for your arms considering the extra height kate has over you.
"why are you thanking me? i should be thanking you," you laugh.
"because," the blonde starts as you resume your path behind the rest of the girls, "i hated seeing you uncomfortable. plus i get to see you in my clothes," she mumbles the last part, but it doesn't go unnoticed by you.
"well, aren't you just the sweetest?" you smile, only half joking. kate was quite literally the definition of a sweetheart.
you often make the joke that if you were to look up the word "sweet" in the dictionary, it would just say "kate martin" plain and simple.
you jog ahead to walk with hannah and gabbie, leaving the blonde to watch you longingly.
"only for you, y/n, only for you," she sighs before catching up to the group.
little did either of you know that your fellow teammate, kylie, had been vlogging the past few minutes and had managed to catch your interaction with kate in the background.
it was nothing but a meaningless background detail until fans noticed the exchange and it became the highlight of the video in its entirety.
but, hey, at least they were able to notice the way you two looked at each other - something either of you couldn't even comprehend.
— leilani signing off ! 📁
#leilanihours#laniwrites#lani's 1k celly !#kate martin#kate money martin#kate martin x reader#kate martin fluff#kate martin smut#kate martin angst#blurb#fluff#wlw#lgbtq#iowa wbb#university of iowa#wbb#wcbb#wnba#las vegas aces#lv aces#cornelia street#taylor swift#lover#music
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"Satoru, enough." you sound exasperated, tired eyes glaring at your laptop screen as you try to find another peer-reviewed article for your essay topic. However, you had to admit nothing was getting done and it wasn't only because of your boyfriend. "Satoru, enough~" He practically sang back to you, that same shit-eating grin plastered to his face. His hands were finding their way to your thighs again, only stopping when you would reach down and swat him away with one of your signature death glares. So, you repeated the motion again, slapping his hands off of you but not bothering to look at him.
"C'mon, sweetheart you've been glued to your laptop since you got home from work." He somehow managed to sound just as exasperated as you had. "Because I have things due, Satoru." It wasn't a lie, but the essay wasn't due for a few days. You could certainly afford to hold off on it for another day, but for some reason, you couldn't bring yourself to stop. "Yeah, well, I'll pay off the professor. I want your attention," he whined again, this time flinching when your hand came down to grab his wrist before he could touch you. "And I am busy, go bother someone else." the bite in your tone didn't bother him at all, if anything it made his cock twitch.
"You wound me." Satoru's hand came up to splay over his heart, head falling back dramatically as he looked at you. "Good." was all you uttered, the tension in your shoulders only adding to your aggression as you fought the urge to throw your laptop. Nothing you had tried to read in the last twenty minutes registered in your brain and one single paragraph was glaring back at you on your Word doc. Now add Satoru teasing the shit out of you every fifteen seconds... you were going to snap or self-destruct, it depended on Satoru at this point.
"Just take a damn break, you're getting bitchy." He smirked at you, watching your entire body tense as your neck nearly snapped with the force you used to turn your head. "Do you have a death wish, Satoru?" your jaw was clenched, if looks could kill, Satoru would be dead four times over by now. "I do, but that's beside the point. You couldn't lay a finger on me and have it cause damage." he sneered, trying to ignore the blood flow to his dick as you got steadily worked up. He wasn't sure if it could be classified as a kink, but Satoru got off on you being pissed. He craved your hand slapping his skin and your nails digging into his scalp. He would do whatever it took to get you mad just to see that adorable pout on your face.
You knew this by now, and it wasn't hard to miss the strain forming in his sweats. "You're sick and twisted, Satoru." You refused to close your laptop, giving your boyfriend one last disinterested look before your eyes settled on a random point on your screen. You wouldn't give in to his games. "You fucking love it." he moved closer, hand resting on your thigh and squeezing harshly when you couldn't move fast enough to slap him away. You gasped, body shivering at the sensation before you recollected yourself and tried to swat him away. "I'm serious, Satoru. Leave me alone." but Satoru was smarter than that. "You haven't typed anything worthwhile on that word doc. Let me take care of you, I can clear your head real fucking fast."
Your answer was rolling your eyes, earning a low rumble of laughter from your boyfriend. That was the nail in the coffin, you could only yell in protest as he snatched your laptop off of your lap and tossed it over to the chair beside your couch. "Satoru!" You squeaked, heart dropping to your ass as he flung the object. "Relax." was all he said in return, catching you while your guard was down and pushing you onto the couch. You let out a string of curses, awkwardly pressed face-first into the cushion as Satoru grabbed both of your wrists and restrained them behind your back. "Just relax."
#unfinished thoughts#jjk smut#gojo smut#gojo x reader#gojo fanfic#gojo#gojo satoru#gojo headcanons#jujutsu kaisen smut#gojo imagine#satoru gojo imagine#gojo satoru headcanons#jujutsu kaisen gojo#gojou satoru x reader#jujutsu kaisen scenarios
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Hiii! Would like to request for mingyu + 45 pleaseee. Thank you!
hi, love!💜 thanks for the request, hopefully you will like it!
45. kiss out of anger (kim mingyu)
'you're being insufferable.'
'me? who's the one with all the dramatics here?' mingyu throws both of his hands in the air, twirling around like some kind of ballerina to make his point.
you sceptically raise your eyebrow. 'yep. i'm the one with dramatics here.'
mingyu huffs and rolls his eyes, but settles against the couch comfortable, staring you down. honestly, you two've been going over this whole thing for the past two hours and you are very close to simply storming out of this room. the only reason of you staying put is because you know that mingyu won't let you go very far - he'll catch you and bring you back and will make you stay here until we both come to some kind of a conclusion. right now it looks impossible but mingyu is an optimist, so he tries again: 'listen, i'm asking for one thing. can't you just give in once?'
'mingyu, don't make it sound like i'm the tyran who never gives in to you. i said no, can't you just let it be? i'm tired of explaining the same thing over and over again.'
'well then explain once again, because i didn't get anything.' he crosses his arms over the chest and glares, making a whole show of 'i am staying here and not moving'. 'and while you're at it, maybe think that if i'm not getting it because you're not making any sense.'
deep breath. you take a deep breath and close your eyes, because staring at mingyu right now makes your desire to punch him in the face skyrocket. mingyu is such a 'let's solve it right now' guy, while you are 'i need time to think' girl and it's a miracle how you both stay together for such a long time despite this difference. and maybe this is what you need to focus on right now? that you both stayed together despite it and how this is not your first ever fight. there were many fights but you still stayed together and logically you know that this fight will dissolve too, but it's hard to stay calm at this exact moment. 'kim mingyu,' you call out in a tired voice, 'i think it's time we both take a break in this fight. you go to the kitchen, i'll stay here and how about we meet in an hour and come back to this topic again?'
mingyu pouts. 'thirty minutes.'
'one hour, mingyu.' you push strictly, glaring at him. 'is that too much to ask?'
'one hour is way too long,' he comments and god, he's still pouting. why your boyfriend is an overgrown child? why you are so hopelessly in love with him? 'okay, forty minutes. but we both stay here, i'm not going to the kitchen. what if you start crying? i need to be here.'
how mingyu manages to be both heart-wrenchingly endearing and annoying as fuck is beyond you. 'you're either going to the kitchen or i'm leaving this apartment, mingyu.'
'fine!' he stands up from the couch, obviously angry. 'fine! have it your way! i'm going to the kitchen!'
he stomps for dramatic effect and your can't help but smile a little at that. god, what a child. you love him so much. before moving to turn away, mingyu suddenly rushes towards you and kisses you soundly on the mouth, not letting you even take a breath.
'wha-'
'i love you,' he says angrily, frowning. 'you're pissing me off right now, but i love you. don't forget it. got it?' you nod dazedly. 'good. now i'm off to the kitchen. call me if you start crying.'
you weakly push on his shoulders, suddenly feeling like you're about to cry. 'i'm not gonna cry.'
'mhm.' mingyu rolls his eyes and walks away. 'tissues are on your left.'
#seventeen imagine#seventeen fluff#mingyu#seventeen scenarios#kim mingyu x reader#kim mingyu fluff#seventeen kim mingyu#kim mingyu imagines#kim mingyu#svt mingyu#svt x reader#seventeen x reader#mingyu x reader#raise your hand if you also see mingyu so clearly in this
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Headcanons to Miguel O'Hara x Pregnant Reader:
WARNINGS: There will be a bit of angst, grief, mentions of child loss, but loads of fluff.
SUMMARY: Getting pregnant is one thing, but how will your beloved partner, Miguel O'Hara, react to it when he finds out? And how will he be like throughout your pregnancy?
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I have been noticing that for the last few months, the Miguel O'Hara imagines are decreasing and I am still very high in my reader phase for him, so in an attempt to feed my fellow still on high Miguel O'Hara lovers, I'll be posting several imagines or headcanons for him. Apologies if it's a little rough, been some time since I made a headcanon.
MASTERLIST & REQUESTS: Before you go, have a glass of wine or better yet, recommend a good bottle. any kind of message is always a delight.
When you first found out you were pregnant, you were quite unsure what to do. It wasn't as if you were afraid that Miguel might abandon you or anything, but because of what had happened with Gabriella, you knew children was a very sensitive topic for him.
You had talked with Miguel in the past about children and he considered the possibility of having children with you in the future but he didn't feel as if he was ready for kids yet. He was still grieving over Gabriella and you didn't blame him. She was his kid and no parent should ever have to endure the feeling of losing their child, but he has to and it was a scar that he would bring along with him throughout his life.
That was the reason why you are quite nervous to tell Miguel the news and you actually tried to keep it hidden from him for some time. You managed to do a good job at it but it also made you accidentally distant yourself from Miguel too.
Miguel was quick to catch on that something was wrong. Look, you can be the greatest liar in the world and he will still manage to find out your deepest secrets without needing you to tell him any of them. But even before you distant yourself from him, Miguel was able to sense the changes your body was going through. He wasn't precisely sure what it was but he knew something was different and you could blame it on his spider senses for giving him the ability to know that.
Miguel thought you were on your period at first and needed space, but he grew suspicious when your behaviour still had't changed after a few weeks.
And that was when he decided to confront you about your behaviour. He missed your light touches, your cuddles and your daily kisses, especially the cheek kisses you usually give him every morning before going to work or before going on a long mission. He missed pulling you into his arms while sleeping in bed with you, only to have you scooting to the far side of the bed the last few weeks. He missed you so much and he was hurt by your actions as well.
Even with how nervous you were, you didn't want to hide the truth from Miguel any longer, so you told him about your pregnancy.
Shock was an absolute understandment to describe Miguel's reaction to the news. Like, all the signs of your pregnancy the past few weeks came up to him in large capital letters. He should've known from it all but then again, even if you were already displaying a small baby bump, Miguel would only believe it once you actually said it to him.
Miguel would be happy next and he'll be kissing your cheek. He'll say that it is a wonderful news and would ask you for more details about the pregnancy and the baby's health. He'll be quite joyful about it but you knew that there was more to it than that.
You knew your partner better than anyone in the multi-verse and you knew for a fact that while Miguel was more than happy and excited about the news, you also knew that Miguel felt very scared. He was scared that he might fail to protect you and the baby the same way he failed to protect Gabriella. He would swear to you on that day that no harm would ever come to you or the baby as long as he's alive, but it still didn't vanish the fear inside him.
It is something Miguel can't control. Ever since Gabriella died, Miguel had closed off almost everyone in order to protect himself from losing more loved ones. It changed when he met you. You had slowly but surely began to tear down his walls, and encourage him to fight his fears.
His fears continues to stay in him, but you are always there to assure and remind him that you and the baby will be with him for a very, very long time.
After he has gotten over his initial worries and fears, Miguel will be celebrating the news with you. It could be going to your favourite restaurant for dinner or even something as simple as going to the park for a walk and get ice cream. It didn't matter how they celebrate it as long as his beautiful baby mama is happy.
Miguel is the type of person who reads every pregnancy book he can get his hands on. He'll also be taking notes of every word the doctor says during your pregnancy and Miguel will be the one to ask the doctor lots of questions in each appointment. The doctor might think you love to chat and talk about the baby but boy, Miguel could be bringing a whole damn book filled with questions about the baby and your pregnancy, and that wouldn't even be enough to stop him from asking. Miguel is actually tempted to get a personal doctor for you. The guy is filthy rich after all, but you protested against the idea and he decided not to. Of course, he'll secretly have a personal doctor in his contacts and if you ever found out about it, he'll just say it's a precaution.
Speaking of being filthy rich, when it comes to buying things for you and the baby, there is no budget. Before you were pregnant, you still somehow managed to convince him to give a limit when it comes to spending his money, but after he finds out you're pregnant? Yeah no, Miguel will be spending a shit ton of money because it's the love of his life and the mother of his child we're talking about here! He's not paying attention to the price tags, just paying attention to the quality because Miguel only wants the best of the best for his family.
One of the things Miguel knows is really important is quality time and throughout your pregnancy, he tries to be less at work. Miguel can't be out of work completely since the multi-verse needs him, but he can find people to cover his work while he's away to spend time with you.
Miguel is overprotective of you. He has always been protective and perhaps a tad possessive before, especially when there are other guys around, but he is much more protective when you're pregnant. Miguel knows you're not fragile. Hell, he worked with Jessica while she was heavily pregnant and she could have still easily beaten his ass. But there's this instinct that keeps on urging him to just be on guard all the time and because of it, Miguel is always on guard, unless you two are at home alone together.
Miguel adores your growing baby bump. It could still be a small one and Miguel would already be in love with it. He is always touching your stomach, either caressing it gently or leaving several kisses, and this continues on as it grows over time. Miguel's eyes will shine brightly whenever he feels the baby kick.
With that being said, every wish you make is Miguel's command. He will do anything and everything to make you as comfortable and relaxed as you can be. Swollen feets? Miguel's there to massage them. Late night cravings? Miguel's already on the way to the grocery store to buy the ingredients. Suddenly bursting into tears because of your hormones? Miguel's immediately there to comfort you.
Miguel doesn't usually like to take pictures but he tries to take some pictures of you throughout your pregnancy and put them all in a single photo album. He'll also put in the pictures that he had kept of each ultrasound appointment into the album. He does this so that one day when the baby is finally born and has grown much older, Miguel wants to be able to remember all the times of your pregnancy. The photo album is definitely one of his most cherished things and he'll be adding more pictures to it once the baby is born.
Overall, Miguel will be a little scared at first but he will always be very supportive of you throughout your pregnancy and try to be the best partner he can be to you and be the best father to your baby.
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A Good Daddy
Fandom / Pairing: Jujutsu Kaisen / Gojo Satoru x f!reader
Rating: NSFW/Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Genre/Theme: Established relationship/marriage; non-sorcery au
Content warning: fluff, light angst, smut, oral (f.receiving), piv sex, bondage, dom!gojo, sub!reader, brat taming, overstimulation, pregnancy kink, unprotected sex, explicit sexual content, language.
Summary: Husband!Gojo with a pregnancy kink. When he sees you babysitting your close friend’s baby and can’t get the idea of seeing you with a baby bump, carrying his child, out of his head.
Author's Note: Satoru would be such a great dad and you can’t convince me otherwise! The kids are sure to be his exact clones, trusting him with their life cause they know their daddy is just that great 🥹🥹🥹. Daddy Gojo has taken over my brain and is manspreading on my thoughts! As always, I hope you enjoy this one shot. Thank you for reading!
~ Eren’s Birdie
Song Dedication: Married Life (from UP) by Michael Giacchino / Daddy’s Home by USHER (aka Gojo theme™)
“Sup, how's it hanging? Long time no see,” you say coolly as you see your husband walking out of the kitchen towards you.
You have your knitting kit in hand, body nestling into the soft cushions of the sofa, belly feeling like it’s about to burst after the delicious dinner you just had.
Satoru lifts your feet up before resting them on his lap as he sits on the opposite end of the sofa. He's massaging your feet with utmost care.
“Where do I even begin?! A lot has happened since we last saw each other about 10 minutes ago. I washed the dishes!” He sighs, raising his eyebrows in an exaggerated manner while his palm presses flat on the bottom of your foot to stretch your achilles tendon, melting the stiffness away, “And what about you? How have you been, stranger?”
You hold the half knitted lavender patch up to show it to him, “I am making a beanie for Hina. It's getting colder so I figured she'd have a cute little warm beanie to go on her cute little head.”
Satoru crinkles his nose at this before confessing, “Cute. Do we need to babysit her anytime soon again? I miss the little devil.”
“‘Toru, I doubt Rin and Kento go out without their baby that often,” you let out a breathy laugh when he massages the top of your foot with a soothing firmness.
“Maybe we should make one of our own then I'll miss her less,” Satoru pouts, trying to test the waters carefully to see if it was the right chance to bring up the topic. Afterall, it's what he had been thinking about the entire week.
The baby in question was 8 months old Hina, your best friend's baby. The couple rarely went out ever since they had the baby – so the handful of times that Rin and her husband Kento needed a babysitter, you’d happily volunteered, not minding it ruining your Saturday night plans.
And although Satoru would pout at this each time, he secretly didn’t mind taking care of the toddler with you. It almost felt like a ‘trial’ run for when you’d have your own kids in the future – mini versions of you and him. And so he looked forward to babysitting little Hina as he got glimpses of the motherly side of you.
Your husband knew that you wanted to wait a while before you made the huge decision of bringing a child into this world and he was on the same page… until recently. He knew he was having a change of heart on the matter when his daydreams of seeing you with a baby bump started to spiral out of control over the last month.
What broke the camel’s back was an incident from a week ago – when he’d rushed out of the room to tell you he’d won a game of Counter-Strike against Suguru, you’d gently motioned him to be quiet, cradling the sleeping baby in your lap. He silently made his way to you when he saw the baby was clutching a strand of your hair in her sleep. Since you couldn’t move, he took it on himself to free your hair from the toddler’s strong grip. But just as he did that, Hina wrapped her tiny fingers around his thumb, holding it tightly in her sleep. When he looked up at you, you smiled at him with your loving eyes – it was when he’d decided that he wanted to impregnate you asap.
He had trouble falling asleep that night. You, on the other hand, were sleeping peacefully, after fulfilling your duty as the babysitter diligently. You’d wished Satoru goodnight right after handing Hina over to her parents, who’d returned from their date well into the night, leaving no opportunity for your husband to bring up the topic.
With much difficulty when he did manage to fall asleep, he’d woken up sweating profusely at the wet dream he had where he came inside you instead of pulling out as per usual. He turned to his side trying his best to control his urges to recreate his dream as he slid his hand up under your tshirt to play with your soft nipples, making you stir in your sleep.
“Wifey… let’s make a baby,” he’d whispered, peppering your neck with soft kisses. You mumbled something incoherent as you turned to wrap your arm around his waist, still deep asleep. He sighed as he pulled his hand away, forcing himself to fall asleep, convincing himself that it was just his horny fantasies talking.
Oh how wrong he was! Here he was, a week later, baby fever running higher than ever.
You look up from the knitting hooks, before giggling, “Yeah, right…”
“Love, I’m serious,” he mumbles, bringing your left leg up to his face to kiss your foot.
“‘Toru, why are you springing this on me so suddenly? You agreed we'd wait a while…” you sigh as you begin, sitting up as you pull your feet away from his hold.
“Yes but–”
“Satoru… we just got married. We need to get used to our married life first. We need to be with each other before we decide to bring a whole new being into this world,” you explain softly, telling him things he already knew.
“But technically, we've been together for almost 6 years now, I say we're beyond ready,” he protests.
“No, I doubt we're mature enough for the responsibility,” you retort.
“But imagine mini versions of us two running around the house,” he places his hands on your feet once again, pleading with a twinkle in his eyes akin to a kid begging for candy at a store.
“Please! My genes won't even fight, our baby will look like you,” you laugh.
“Then we can just make another one,” he says in a playful tone.
“Well… I have a feeling both of our babies will end up looking like you,” you roll your eyes at him.
“Then what about the next 2?” he says hopefully.
“Next 2? ONLY 2!” you scold him softly. He raises an eyebrow at you and you give him a calculated reasoning, “Just so that they have someone they share an unbreakable bond with and aren't lonely while growing up.”
“Exactly! I say the more the merrier!” he squeezes your feet in excitement.
“Satoru, I'm not a baby machine!” you slide your leg to his lap to nudge his thigh jokingly, “Besides, counting you I'd have 3 babies anyway.”
“Now you're just coming up with whatever excuses,” he snickers, slapping your foot away before shuffling to sit closer to you.
“Oh really?” you furrow your eyebrows as you sit up completely in front of him, sensing the conversation taking a serious turn. You place the knitting yarn and hook to the side on the coffee table.
“Yes really,” he kisses your temple to dissolve the wrinkle there. He always does that whenever you seem annoyed at him as he knows it never fails to make you giggle instantly. However, you simply fold your arms over your chest and give him a stern look.
“No… don’t do this. Talk to me Satoru, I’m serious…” you speak and he drops the playful act, nodding and signalling you to put your point across before he gets his chance to speak.
You sigh as you begin, “You’re the love of my life and I don't doubt for a second that you'd be an amazing father with time but I also believe you don't have the attention span or patience that taking care of a newborn requires, at least for now.”
“Are you being serious right now?” he folds his hands over his chest, sitting up straight.
The crinkle on your forehead fades as you try to find the best words to explain your point to your husband without seeming too harsh, “I'm sorry love, I'm not trying to be mean. I'm just saying… for example, when I was trying to get Hina to sleep, you were screaming at your xbox each time something happened. It made her wake up a few times before she finally fell asleep–”
“You should’ve told me, I would’ve tried to be quiet,” he pouts, slumping and leaning back on the sofa.
“‘Toru… I literally called your phone since I couldn’t yell at you but you were too busy with your game to notice.”
“You know I don't play everyday– okay, if it’s just that, I don’t see a problem. I can change that habit,” he says with a determined look on his face.
“Baby, I'm not trying to change you. But you have to realise that things change drastically when there’s a baby involved, whether you want them to or not,” you explain and he can tell you’re tired by the way your voice sounds. You bring your hand up to rub your temple, letting out a deep exhale.
He dips his head low, mumbling something along the lines of ‘but I'd be a good dad.’
“You tried to feed her chocolate saying she loved the taste! You're not supposed to feed them stuff like that till they're like… one! I don’t think you’re ready for such a huge responsibility just yet,” The tone of your voice is strict, a little louder than you’d like it to be and you already feel guilty at raising your voice at him.
He opens his mouth as if to say something but then shuts it back again. “What is it?” you urge him to speak.
“Nothing… it’s alright, I get it. You don't want me to be the father of your babies,” He mutters as he tries getting up. You grab his wrist to stop him from leaving, giving him a ‘you know that's not true’ look.
He sighs as he sits back down, “Okay maybe what you're saying is kinda true. I don't know much about babies besides the fact that they're like cute mini humans. But I can learn, you know? No one has a manual on how to be the best father but I know I will give it my 100%”
When he sees a faint smile return to your face, it encourages him to continue to convince you, “Maybe I might surprise you. Remember when you first thought I wasn't the type to take aftercare seriously but then you told me how surprised you were when I made you feel good during and after our first time?”
“Yeah,” you blush at him, rolling your eyes playfully, “You are good at that.”
“So let me show you baby… I’ll prove it to you, I'll be the best daddy,” He leans his weight on your body, trapping you between the cushions to kiss you. You wrap your arms around his neck, moaning into his mouth when his hands play with your breasts from over your t-shirt.
When he dips his face down to your neck, sucking you where he knows will have you putty in his hand, you take a shaky breath, biting your lip at the sensation.
“Can’t wait to fill you up with my cum– gonna make your pretty belly swell,” he whispers as his head moves down, lifting up your t-shirt along with your bra to expose your chest before latching his mouth onto one of your hardened buds.
You bring your hands down to place them firmly on his chest as you push him away lightly, letting out a heavy sigh. Satoru stops as he moves back up to look into your eyes, eyebrows knitted.
You simply let out another sigh as you break eye contact to look to the side. He waits for you to speak but when the moment passes, he pulls away completely. You pull your t-shirt down and fix your bra quietly, actively avoiding his gaze.
“I'm going to bed, night,” he mumbles, getting up off the sofa to retire to the bedroom without waiting for your reply. He didn't kiss you good night, he almost never does that unless he's really upset. But why can't he understand where you're coming from?
Can't you understand where he’s coming from?
You close your eyes briefly as you slump onto the sofa. You rest one arm on your forehead as your head starts going into overthinking mode. However, your train of thought is broken before it can reach a destination when your phone vibrates in your pocket. You pull it out lazily as you open the text you’d just received from Rin.
Rin:
Look how cute this is! I never knew I had this in my phone!
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You download the picture and your heart flutters when you see that it’s a photo of Satoru holding baby Hina in a loving embrace. It’s a picture taken on your wedding day, your husband’s crisp white shirt wrinkled by the way he’s holding the baby and smiling at her lovingly. She must’ve been barely 2 months old at the wedding. You can’t help but smile at the photo, your heart aching when you remember that the same man is sleeping in the other room, upset with you. You’re pulled out of your thoughts once again when your phone rings.
“Did you see the picture? Aren’t they the cutest? I was just telling Kento about how I wish you guys should have a baby soon. It’d make Hina a big sister,” your friend squeals. You laugh back at her but it’s due to the absurdity of her timing.
“Seriously, I’d love to see Satoru being a dad,” she adds when you don’t say anything.
You laugh again, “Right, that makes it the two of you.”
“What do you mean?” she asks.
“I mean that Satoru and I just had a small disagreement about this,” you press your hand to your temple, massaging it.
Rin stays quiet for a moment before you hear her speak again, “Do you remember that day? He had taken off his suit coat, not because he was worried Hina would spoil it, but because he thought the fabric of his shirt was softer for her to rest her head on.”
You nod, not realising she can’t see you, before you reply with a quiet ‘hmm’.
“All I’m saying is that I know you fear him being too easy going, but Satoru is a serious guy, he knows when to take responsibility diligently,” your friend continues, reminding you of the things you already know and adore about your man.
You almost tear up – you'd been overthinking this so much that you forgot to acknowledge Satoru for the man that he is. Of course he'd be a great dad!
Even if Rin hears you sniff, she doesn’t comment on it. Instead she asks, “Oh by the way, do you have her blue binky?”
“Huh?”
“It must be at your place. I can't find it here and Hina’s been raising hell cause it's one of her favourites,” Rin explains.
“Oh, just a min–” You look around the sofa, digging your hands into the creases and corners in hopes of finding it.
“It's here!” you exclaim but your smile fades as you observe the tiny object in your hand, a realisation hitting you with the speed of lightning.
You had been projecting. Sure, having a baby was going to be hard but you were worried about being a bad mother more than Satoru being a bad father. Taking care of a growing life, who’s primarily dependent on you for everything, requires a lot of patience. Making sure your tiny human receives everything it deserves isn’t an easy task at all times.
Yet, despite all of this, if there’s one thing you knew without a speck of doubt, it was that you wouldn’t want to do it with anyone else but the love of your life, Gojo Satoru. You're brought back to reality, breaking from your ruminations when you hear your friend’s voice calling your name once again.
“Sorry… hey– let me call you back?” you mumble.
“Sure, take care. Good night. See you tomorrow,” your friend speaks softly before hanging up.
You drop your phone on the sofa as you get up to make your way to the bedroom. When you walk in, you find Satoru sleeping on his side, his back turned to you.
“Baby, are you asleep?” you speak softly. He doesn't respond but you know he's awake – he can never fall asleep when he's lying on his right side.
Shit, he’s really mad.
You quietly strip off your sweatpants and t-shirt, leaving you only in your bra and underwear before hopping on the bed to get closer to your husband.
“‘Toru, my love,” you coo softly as you kiss his cheek from behind. He turns to look at you, poker face on. You catch his eyes wandering down to your cleavage briefly but he doesn’t break his composure nonetheless.
You lean forward to press your chest against his, kissing him on the lips but he's annoyingly stiff. You sit back up as you pout at him.
“Please don't be mad at me baby,” you murmur as your fingers draw lazy circles over the expanse of his chest. Just as you move your hand down his torso, dangerously closer to his crotch, he grabs your wrist and flips your bodies so that you’re trapped under him.
Your giggles come to an abrupt halt and you bite your lip when you feel his hips press against you, fully aware of his evidently erect bulge.
“And why shouldn't I be mad at you?” He mocks, bringing his right hand up to your neck, his long fingers gripping the sides firmly.
“Because you love me?” You pout as you bat your eyelashes at him. He lets out a dry chuckle as his fingers choke you lightly.
“Not enough. Gotta try harder than that baby.”
“I'm sorry, ‘Toru… maybe you can forgive the mother of your future children,” you bring a hand up to caress his cheek.
“Hmm… should I?” He says, adding a bit more pressure. When you let out a quiet gasp, he dips his head down to kiss your parted lips hungrily. Your breathing gets heavier as his tongue explores your mouth, the sloppy wetness of your salivas mixing together making your pussy throb in excitement. Your hands move up to his hair, tugging at his blonde locks.
You whimper into his mouth when he bites your lower lip, pulling it out before releasing it with a soft plop. His grip on your throat releases as his hand slides underneath to unclasp your bra before hastily taking it off and tossing it aside.
You cup his face so that he’s looking into your eyes when you speak. His demeanour almost collapses at what you say next.
“Satoru… don’t pull out. Please fill me up. Don't stop till you put a baby in my belly,” you say timidly, the heat in your cheeks rising. He knows that you know just how much your words get to him and use it to your advantage often – usually he’d let you but this time, he doesn't want to let you have your way with him just yet. He wants to toy with you for a bit first.
“Maybe I've changed my mind?” he says with a smug look on his face. Your hands move down to his hips, hooking into the band of his sweatpants to push them down along with his underwear to his thighs, freeing his dick from its restraints. You lift your hips up to feel his hard on against your core.
“I doubt,” you bite back, deceitful innocence in your eyes, “...but I could just go to sleep if you're not up for it.”
Your husband lets out a low chuckle as he grabs your jaw firmly, shaking his head at you, “You're not going anywhere until I'm done with you.”
In an attempt to rile him up further, you decide to mock him as you repeat his words in a condescending tone, “You're not going anywhere until– AHH!”
Big mistake.
Within a second Satoru flips you over till you're lying on your stomach, caging you in place with his knees dipping into the mattress on either side of you. He leans back to pull your underwear off and your heart picks up its pace when he grabs both your wrists to tie them behind your back with the flimsy fabric in a tight, makeshift knot.
He pushes your head into the pillow before landing a rough slap on your ass. He kneads the skin right after to soothe the stinging sensation.
“‘Toru–” you whimper. He ignores your pleading voice, simply tapping two fingers over your ass. You know what he wants and you obey immediately, lifting your hips up off the mattress. He folds your thighs further in till your back is arched with your ass up in the air, on display for him.
“You know what happens when you act bratty,” he kneads your asscheeks with both of his hands before clawing at the flesh. You push back in response and he laughs, “... or maybe you’re just a masochist.”
He lands another sharp spank, causing you to let out a tiny sob into the pillow.
“Tell me what you want baby,” he teases. Your head turns to the side, hoping to catch a glimpse of his face behind you but your movement’s restricted, rendering your attempts useless.
If there’s one thing that Satoru claims to lose his mind over is the look in your eyes. He often calls your eyes his ‘weakness’, confessing he’d do anything you ask of him when you look at him with those fucked out eyes during sex. So for him to take away his weakness, typically with a blindfold, is when you know you’re really fucked.
“Didn’t you have a lot to say just now, love?” he mocks and you feel two fingers glide over your exposed cunt. You sigh at the sensation, letting out soft moans when his fingers begin to play with your folds.
“‘Toru– more,” you beg and he slides two fingers inside you. You hum in pleasure but huff when you’re reminded of the annoyance of being restricted each time you try to move your arms.
His movements are excruciatingly slow and it’s making you lose your mind and patience. You try to chase his touch, failing miserably at getting him to push his fingers deeper inside you. Satoru lets out a condescending chuckle at your poor attempt, “Are you really that desperate for me baby?”
You huff and you’re about to complain but it turns into broken moans when he starts pumping his fingers into you – the squelching sound of your pussy blending with drawn out cries of his name.
“Aww, does my wife like it when I do this?” he teases, curving his fingers inside to rub your walls, massaging a particular spot that has you begging him for more. Your thighs tremble and your pussy flutters around his fingers. “Guess she really does!” you hear him squeal before he pulls his fingers out completely, depriving you of all contact within a second.
“Satoru! S– stop being so mean!” you scold him with shallow breaths.
“Satoru! Stop being so mean!” he laughs as he mocks you, his fingers lightly grazing over your folds.
“Baby… pl–please, I’m sorry,” you cry, desperate for his touch.
“What for, baby?” he nudges further, his finger inching towards your clit.
“For teasing you– mmh,” you whimper when he rubs over the bundle of nerves.
“But that’s not why I’m mad…”
“‘Toru please–”
“Yes?” he sings.
“Fuc– I’m sorry… I was wrong, you’ll be a great dad– ahh,” you squeeze your eyes shut when he pinches your clit.
“That’s it,” he coos softly and you feel him come up behind you to kiss your shoulder, “was that so hard, baby?” he moves down to bite one of your tied wrists, moving further down to kiss the skin over your tailbone. You feel his fingers dig into your ass, pulling the flesh apart before diving his face down as he begins lapping at your cunt with a brutal pace.
Your ass jerks up at the sudden touch and he continues his ministrations, alternating between sucking your clit and licking down till his tongue’s dipping inside your hole, wiggling it in. You twist your wrists, feeling the urge to grab at something, anything to steady yourself, yet it’s a futile attempt.
“Toru– too much,” your tears wetting the pillow as you feel your legs shake, threatening to collapse at any moment. Satoru is quick to sit up straight and you feel his shuffling movement behind you and see him toss the bundle of his clothes to the side before settling behind you once again, wedging his knees between yours to spread them wider. He taps his swollen tip over your folds, rubbing it back and forth to coat it with your wet slick.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel him push the tip in, splitting your walls to adjust to his length. Once he’s completely buried inside you, he grips the side of your hips to support you, “Gonna fill you up so good baby.”
“Oh god– Sa–toru–” you howl when he pulls almost his entire length out before thrusting back into you. When his pace builds up, your body jerks slightly forward due to the force of his thrusts. His grip on your sides tightens as he pulls your hips back to slam you back against him.
The sound of your skin slapping fills the air along with both of your moans and groans. When you wiggle your wrists again in a desperate attempt, the knot loosens just enough for you to wring your wrist free. You bring one hand down to support your weight while the other moves behind you to claw at his forearm.
Satoru hisses at the sudden contact as he twists your wrist, holding it against your lower back while his other hand snakes around your throat, pulling you back till you’re sitting up flush against his chest. His other hand hooks around your waist as he starts bouncing your torso up and down on his dick at the same time he slams up into you.
You free the hand behind your back to pull his face closer while twisting your neck to look back, kissing him frantically, the wet trail of your tears smudging and transferring onto his skin.
At a particularly rough thrust, Satoru’s knee slides slightly, making his balance stumble a bit. He lets out a breathy ‘fuck’ as he pulls out abruptly.
“‘Toru?”
“Shhh–” he orders as he grips your waist tightly to pull you down till you both are lying down on your left side, his chest pressed against your back. He adjusts his position to hook your legs around his, opening you up wider for him as he brings his hand down to guide his dick back near your entrance to shove it in your swollen hole.
His hand is shaky as he brings it to your clit to rub circles as he resumes thrusting into you ruthlessly once again. You cry his name out loud at how good this new motion hits and he bites your shoulder. You know he’s close by how erratic his thrusts get.
His other arm that is placed beneath you comes up to pinch your nipples, the added stimulation is too intense for you as you feel the muscles in your stomach tighten more than they already have. His nose buries in the crook of your neck as his lips bite your skin harshly. When he starts sucking on your favourite spot behind your ear, it causes goosebumps to rise all over your body.
You claw at his biceps as you turn your head back to look at him. He looks so fucked out and the fact that he gets this way only for you is what overwhelms your senses even further.
“Fuck–” his eyebrows knit as he leans down to kiss you. You feel your body twitch as the knot in your stomach gets tighter and tighter before letting go completely, causing your walls to pulse around his cock as you reach your orgasm.
Your moans are swallowed by his kisses and your grip on his locks loosens. When you break away from the kiss to catch your breath, you stare at his face and your eyebrows knit when you see the way a string of saliva connects your lips with his. Your chest heaves as you look into his eyes and you can tell he’s close.
“Fuck– fuck– shi–” he grunts as he shuts his eyes, biting your shoulder once again and you feel him shoot his load inside, painting your walls. With broken thrusts, he slows down before stopping completely. He stays inside you for a few seconds before pulling out and shutting your legs close to keep his cum from spilling out.
You let out a tired laugh at this as you close your eyes, suddenly feeling hyper aware of everything that had just transpired, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. He readjusts your position so that you’re lying flat on your back, while he moves on top of you till his head is resting on the valley of your breasts.
You open your eyes when you feel him tug at your wrist and you see him free it from your underwear that was still hanging limply there. As he holds the fabric up, you see that the elasticity of its band had been completely destroyed. You see red marks on your wrist where it was secured tightly. Satoru pulls your hand down to kiss your wrist, mumbling a ‘sorry’ and turning his head to kiss your other wrist.
You simply hum as you close your eyes again, calming your breathing and nerves. You feel him rub circles over your stomach before moving down to kiss you over your belly button. He brings both his hands up to intertwine his fingers with yours, peppering soft kisses all over your stomach.
“So… care to explain what changed your mind so quickly?” he asks.
You nod as you slowly open your eyes, gulping as you look down to meet his gaze. He moves up till he’s at your eye level, expectantly waiting for your answer, pinning your hands to the sides of your head.
You bite your lip nervously as you begin, “Sorry for insinuating that you’d be a bad father. It wasn’t my intention – I just got scared. I know you’ll be a great papa, I don’t doubt it for a second…” you look away to avoid his gaze, “... sorry for projecting my insecurities onto you– I’m just worried if I’d be able to be a good mom.”
“Baby… you’re so smart, yet sometimes you say the dumbest shit,” he chuckles softly as he brings one hand up to cup your face, “I’ve seen the way you take care of Hina… seeing you be so kind and loving is what made me go crazy about wanting our own babies. I want kids because I’d get to be a parent with you… so that you can be the mother of my children. Don’t go thinking about crazy hypotheticals like that!”
“Hmm, thank you baby. But taking care of Hina is easy when it’s only for a couple of hours at a time. Having our own baby will be like a full time job. I listen to the way Rin sometimes jokes that she doesn’t even have time alone with Kento cause she’s so tired oft–”
“Hey, hey… breathe,” Satoru interrupts you, resting his forehead against yours and your face relaxes as you close your eyes, taking deep breaths. “Even if all of that is true, you have me with you. I’m not leaving your side even for a second, my love. We’re in this together. Taking care of our baby and his pretty mommy is my responsibility and I’m gonna do it right.”
You feel the tears well up in your eyes as you look up at him and he smiles softly at you, “I love you.”
You tilt your head slightly to kiss him before speaking, “I love you so much Satoru. I wouldn’t want to have anyone else’s baby.”
“Oh thank goodness! Wanting a baby only with your husband is the ideal thing after all,” he laughs breathily and you slap his chest lightly.
“Besides, I think we’ll be ready by the time I actually conceive. I’ve heard that it takes a few months for some couples, so who knows, right?” you think out loud.
“Please,” he snickers, “I’ve got the best swimmers, there’s no way in hell you won’t be pregnant after tonight…”
You giggle as you pull him down till he’s lying on top of you completely like your own personal weighted blanket.
He nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, “... but just to be sure, let’s go another round… make it certain.”
“‘Toru! I’m tired” you laugh as you try to pull him off of you but he continues kissing down your neck. You close your eyes at how sensitive your skin feels against his kisses.
“Then just lie down. I’ll do all the work, princess,” your husband winks at you before circling his tongue around one of your already hardened nipples.
You hum contentedly as you rest your head back down, melting into the pillow and accepting your fate – you were going to have to run on very little sleep tomorrow.
~fin~
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happy new year, everyone!! i still have 28 minutes until midnight, and i thought of this idea! it's a short one, but it's quite cute, i think 🥹
feedback is greatly appreciated 🥰
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You didn't know when it went wrong. You sip your champagne while eyeing the man you came here with. The tightness in your chest becomes more evident as he flirts with the shorter woman in front of him.
“Y/N?” Minho calls your name, barely hearing it over the music. His hand comes in contact with your lower back before you glance at him. “Everything okay?”
A sad laugh leaves your lips, and you shake your head in answer. You drink some more, almost gulping it down. “My date left me for someone else,” you tell him while leaning towards him, making sure he can hear you.
“Are you fucking serious?” Your best friend seethes, his eyes looking for him in the crowd. You nod your head, glancing towards the clock to see that there's only ten minutes left until midnight.
“Yeah, it's okay. He was kinda getting on my nerves anyway,” you try to reassure Minho after noticing his facial features grow angrier by the second.
His gaze meets yours again, and his dark eyes instantly soften. “Y/N, it's not okay! He came here with you,” Minho mentions, draping an arm around your shoulders.
Your free hand slides across his back as you wrap your arm around his waist. Minho accepts your silence on the topic, and his eyes go back to the man across the room.
Felix and Chan join the two of you, smiles on their lips as they greet you. You give both of them a quick hug before reattaching yourself to Min.
“I thought you came here with someone,” Chan says with furrowed brows, his finger wiggling between you and Minho.
Minho makes a grunting noise as he glances at your date. Him and the woman he's flirting with are centimeters from kissing, and Minho can feel his skin burn with anger.
“Ah, yeah, I did,” you chuckle awkwardly, staring into the wine glass. Your free hand gently rubs your friend's back, trying to get him to calm down again. “But, apparently, there are better options than me here.”
Felix and Chan follow Minho's line of sight, recognizing the guy you told them that you're bringing. “Oh, fuck him,” Felix mutters, albeit all three of you heard him.
“That's really shitty of him,” Chan comments, his gaze moving to his younger member.
Minho can feel Chan's eyes on him. “Stop staring,” he tells his hyung, crossing his arms over his chest.
You finish your drink, staring into the empty glass for a couple of seconds. “I'll be right back,” you tell the three of them. “Min, do you want a drink for midnight?”
He nods his head, and you squeeze his arm before heading towards the kitchen. A smirk begins to form on Chan's lips, nudging the brunette.
“So, you gonna tell her?” He asks, wiggling his brows.
Minho rolls his eyes. “Tell her what?” He questions, squinting his eyes.
“That you like her,” Chan answers, resting his hand on Minho's shoulder. “Now's your opportunity. This can be a great start to the new year!”
“And if she doesn't feel the same way? It would then turn into the worst start to the new year,” Minho exclaims.
You return to Minho's side before Chan can say anything else. “Here you go,” you smile at Min, holding out the glass.
“Thank you,” he smiles at you, taking a quick sip.
You look back at the clock again just as people begin to start counting down. Chan drags Felix away from the two of you, giving Minho a look before they disappear in the crowd.
“I'm a little glad I'm spending the start of the year with you,” you tell Min, scooting closer to him.
He smiles at you and drapes an arm across your shoulders again, tugging you into his side. “Me too. That guy doesn't know what he's missing,” he explains, stroking his thumb along your shoulder.
You giggle and hold up your glass. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1. “Happy New Year!” People around you start getting, clunking their glasses with each other. Minho leans forward and presses a gentle kiss on your lips.
Your breath hitches in your throat, your heart pounding in your chest. Minho's hand moves to the back of your neck, gripping it lightly as your lips move against his.
He pulls away slowly, clinking his glass with yours. “Happy New Year, Y/N,” Minho whispers.
A grin comes to your lips as you bring a hand to his chest. “Happy New Year, Min,” you whisper back, placing a chaste kiss on his lips.
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City of Love II - Matt Sturniolo
Pairings - Matt Sturniolo x fem!Reader Summary - part two of City of Love. Matt makes plans for another dinner-movie night, gifting you a sweet housewarming gift. The sore topic of your previous long-term relationship comes to light, leaving Matt to wonder if you're still stuck on your ex. Warnings - strong language. Fluff!! Angst?? W/c - 2570 A/n - Heyyy lovely readers 🫶🏻 this is part two to City of Love! Let me know what you guys thinks, I will be continuing. Not sure how many parts I'll do yet, but I’ll keep you updated, so stay tuned!! Also, sorry for posting it so late. I had to grocery shopping when I got off work😭 City of Love is based off of this request! ❤️ Check out my masterlist for more of my work! Thank you for reading & interacting! (Dividers and photos are not mine; all credits go to original owners) Tags - @lvrsturniolo (if anyone else wants tagged just let me know!!)
The cool autumn breeze swept through your living room as you sat on the floor, unpacking the few boxes you had. Being a minimalist, you didn’t bring much in the move besides the essentials - dishes, clothes, your bed, bathroom stuff, and a couple random pieces of furniture. You felt like moving to Boston was your calling. A new start. You didn’t want anything in your house that reminded you of the breakup.
It has been more than a few days since your first night here. The night Matt had you pressed against your kitchen counter with his lips on yours. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about it at every given second of the day. You and Matt hadn’t even talked about the kiss. Granted, he’s been over every day since, he hasn’t even made a move on you or mentioned that night in your kitchen. This left you feeling like the kiss wasn’t important to him as it was to you. It was like it didn't exist to him, it never happened. Wrecking your brain trying to figure out whether or not he felt the same connection as you felt, left you mentally exhausted, and it had only been four days.
An exaggerated sigh breaks through your lips, and you try to focus on unpacking. You knew you needed to get this done before Matt was supposed to come over. He texted you last night, asking if he could come over for another dinner-movie night. Even if you didn't know what was going on, you enjoyed his company. Packing all your clutter onto an entertainment stand you picked you last night. The 65-inch tv you purchased, along with other things, sits on top of it. Your house was starting to feel more like a home day by day, and Matt had a lot to do with making it feel that way. Constantly checking on you to see if you needed anything and making it a mission to come over every other day. You were grateful for the company; it made the heartache of leaving your best friend and parents behind a little more bearable. You were still upset over the situation. In a way, you felt like you let your ex-boyfriend get the best of you, running you out of town. Deep down inside, you knew it was different - The City of Love held a special place in your heart. You always had a hankering to find a love like your parents had - dancing in the kitchen, singing in the car, kissing in the rain, real, pure love. That’s what you searched for.
It was almost 5pm by the time you finished unpacking the boxes in your living room. You cleaned up your mess, preparing the room for Matt’s arrival. Even though your house was still bare, you wanted it to be somewhat presentable. Fixating on yourself next, you make your way to your hall bathroom, looking over your appearance. You fix your hair and apply chapstick, in case he had the courage to kiss you again. Probably not, but a girl could only hope. A knock at your front door pulls you from the ‘what ifs’ running rampant in your head.
You rush out of the bathroom, not caring to turn the light off behind you, “coming!’
As soon as you reach the door, you swing it open, revealing a nervous Matt. He had a gift basket with various items in one hand, and a potted aloe plant in the other. You take in the sight of him, standing there with his cheeks red as can be. It made you want to jump in his arms and attack him. “Matt!” you gasp, slapping a hand over your mouth.
He lets out a chuckle, “housewarming gift. I have Italian food on the way too,” he states in a nonchalant tone.
“Come in!” your tone being the complete opposite of his, excited and urgent at the same time. You had a hard time wrapping your head around the fact that Matt took the time to buy you a gift. Whether it was a housewarming gift or not, butterflies fluttered in your stomach knowing he thought about you enough to go through the hassle. You had never gotten a random gift before, only on special occasions. Matt steps inside, taking in the small changes of your living room. A newly added entertainment stand in your foyer and living room, along with a fuzzy rug and flat screen tv. The fuzzy rug being the best purchase, you were tired of your butt going numb from the hardwood floors. You follow his gaze, “my couches are in shipment as we speak. They should be here later this week, but I got a fuzzy rug!” you wiggle your eyebrows at him. You felt proud of how quickly you were adjusting to your new life, you were in a good mood.
Matt lets out a real laugh, “good. I’m tired of my ass being numb every time I get up,” he says, taking the thoughts right out of your head. It was simple things like this that convinced you your connection with Matt was something deeper than the surface. He read your mind almost every time you spoke, and it made you wonder if you had the same effect on him.
Turning your attention back to him, “this is really nice of you, Matt.” You didn’t want to let his thoughtful act go unnoticed. You were extremely grateful for everything he has done for you so far, even if it was just keeping you company and buying you dinner.
He clears his throat as you take the gift basket from him, “I know it's late timing, but in my defense i've never had to buy anyone a welcome gift before. My brother Nick helped me pick most of it out, he knows what girls like,” he rambles on. You stare at him for a moment, trying to figure out what to say next. As flustered as you were, you didn’t want to take the cute gift and potted plant as a romantic gesture. It was a housewarming gift, like he said.
“He’s gay so,” he trails on awkwardly. The unneeded information throws you for a loop, making you scrunch your face together. Realizing it seemed judgmental, you quickly correct yourself, “not like that! Gay people are cool, I just wasn’t expecting you to say that,” letting out a nervous giggle. Matt smiles at you like he understood exactly where you were coming from. He was the type to let his facial expressions do the talking before his mouth did, you guys had this in common - like just about everything else you talked about. You change the subject, redirecting your attention to the gift basket. It was filled with a plushie, a throw blanket, a pair of fuzzy socks, face masks, your favorite candy, and a cinnamon apple scented candle. You smiled, knowing he put together the perfect basket for you. “I didn’t know what candy to get so I got my favorite.”
“Yea, y/f/c is my favorite too,” you confess. You feel redness creeping to your cheeks, inch by inch. “Looks like I’ll have to pick up extra on store runs then, huh?” his comment makes your heart race so fast you feel like it could jump out of your chest and run around the block. “Nobody has given me a gift like this before. I really appreciated it,” you mumble, feeling like you exposed too much.
“Nobody?” he asks, astonishment spewing through his voice like a pot boiling over on high heat, “like, ever?”
You break your focus from the thoughtful gift basket to look at him, “like on birthdays and stuff. Not anything like this though.” You felt like you could be honest with him. When he was around, no judgment was casted on you, or at least that’s how you felt.
He lets an, “oh,” fall from his lips. Immediately cringing at his insensitive response, before he can say anything else there’s a loud knock at the door. You head snaps toward the door, furrowing your eyebrows. The ring doorbell still wasn’t set up, so not knowing who was on the other side made you feel uneasy. “Relax, I ordered dinner, remember?” Matt sounds over your shoulder before he approaches the door, pulling it open to reveal a man who looks identical to him. Your eyes widen at the thought of two Matt’s walking this Earth.
'What in the actual fuck is going on?' you thought to yourself.
“They delivered the food to the house again,” the spitting image of him states, in the same nonchalant tone Matt carries with him all the time. Matt thanks him in a dry tone, grabbing the food, and rudely shutting the door in his face. You watch as he brings the food to the living room, clearly thrown off at his brothers, surprise appearance.
You follow him, deciding to address the elephant in the room, “you’re a twin?”
Matt, on his knees, setting dinner on the rug that’s placed in the middle of the room, lets out dry chuckle, “you really don’t know who I am, do you?”
“Should I? Don’t tell me you’re a part of the mafia,” you joke. The sudden change in his mood made your head spin. You didn’t know which looked sexier, mad Matt or happy Matt. Either way, you were here for all of it.
An amused look spreads across his face, “no, nothing like that,” and he lets out one of those real laughs again. Something about that laugh made you smile bigger than you already were. His smile quickly fades as he picks up your tv remote, “come sit. I’ll show you,” you pop a squat next to him, watching him open the youtube app, and type in ‘The Sturniolo Triplets’
“Triplets?” you ask as he clicks the first video that pops up. Him and two spitting images of him pop up on the screen. You stand up pointing to him on the screen, who was sitting in the driver's seat, “this is you?”
“I'm impressed you can tell which one is me,” a smirk pulling at his lips as he gets up, disappearing from the room. You study the screen while he’s gone. They were definitely triplets alright. You could easily recognize the one from earlier sitting in the passenger seat. The one in the backseat seemed like he was a lot more bubbly than Matt was, being he was already yelling 30 seconds into the video. Matt reappears into the room with plates and silverware in his hands. You look at him, “first off, I can’t believe you never told me this, and second off, I can spot your resting bitch face from a mile away.”
Matt erupts in a fit of laughter, making it impossible to not join. Real tears come out of his eyes as he tries to collect himself, “I do not have a resting bitch face, Y/n.”
You smile at him, taking your seat next to him, “whatever floats your boat, Matthew.” Teasing him had become a hobby for you at this moment. You had a feeling Matt knew you enjoyed it, which was the only reason he’d keep it going. Willingly falling into your trap every time he seen it coming. He loved the playful spirit you had, it reminded him a lot of his mom.
You and Matt eat dinner, watching a couple different videos of theirs. Each video he clicked had millions of views, making you wonder how you never put two and two together. It was clear to you he was a famous youtuber with a large following, and it was crystal fucking clear he had millions of girls swooning over him, yourself included. And that intimidated you.
Little did you know, Matt finding out you had no idea who he was, attracted him to you even more.
You groan, setting your plate down, “I’ll throw up if I eat anymore.”
“Leftovers,” he chokes out with a mouth full of food. You watch him as he points to the take-out container, “too good to throw away.” You nod, taking a mental note from earlier; Italian was his favorite. It was your favorite too, so you knew exactly what to cook when the time came, if it did.
After Matt finishes his food, he turns his attention towards you, “you said earlier nobody has ever given you a gift. I need you to elaborate,” he tells you, almost like he's demanding answers. This whole week, you had found out so much about him and told him so little about yourself. Only agreeing with what you had in common, you knew Matt needed more from you, so you finally decided to let your guard down. “Like I said before, birthdays and special occasions, sure. But not random gifts like that,” you tell him honestly, hoping he’d leave it at that.
“No random gifts? What about valentine's day?” he asks, pressing the topic. You let your eyes meet his, shaking your head in response. “So, you’ve never had a boyfriend before?” his question hits too close to home, making you look away. Nervously biting your lip, “I've had a boyfriend before. I actually just got out of a relationship a few months ago,” telling him matter-of-factly.
Matt quickly turns his head to look at the tv, “damn. How long?” he looks at you again. It’s almost like he had to read your face when he was talking to you, but you understood because you felt the same way about him. You shoot him a questioning look, this time telling him to elaborate. He doesn’t say anything, indicating he wants to know whatever you’re comfortable telling him. “Four months since the breakup, together for three years,” you confess, feeling nauseous even saying it.
Matt raises his eyebrows, and you can tell he’s a bit taken back. “Oh,” is all he says. His eyes drift from you, to the tv, and he scrunches his face, realizing he sounded insensitive much like earlier in the night. “I mean, sounds rough. Four months doesn’t seem like enough time to heal from three years,” he tells you quietly, sticking his foot further in his mouth. He wasn’t wrong; four months wasn’t enough time to heal from a three-year long relationship. Matt being there helped more than either of you knew. For the first time, he didn’t tell you what you wanted to hear, instead he told you what you needed to hear. And you’d be lying if you said it didn’t hurt your feelings.
“Yeah, well, he checked out a long time ago and so did I,” your tone becomes sharp, not wanting to talk about it anymore. You turn back to the tv, showing him you weren’t talking about it any longer, and hoping he’d take the hint. You watch the rest of the car video playing on your tv, and you can’t help but feel a light sense of tension in the air. Humiliation boiled in your gut, knowing you more-than-likely ruined your chances with Matt. He’d never take you seriously, knowing you were fresh out of a long-term relationship. Matt ends up leaving after the video finishes, giving you an awkward hug goodbye, shooting sparks up your spine like he always does when he touches you.
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I just want to say I love how you do your lineart, it looks so good! ahhhhhhhh!!
I'm gathering a lot of advice about the topic of lineart and I just wanna know how you get it to look like that? My line weight is getting better but the drawing itself just comes out a bit.. weird.
Thank you so much! Lineart is probably the thing I've been working hardest on as I am not a lineartist (and still struggle a lot) but it's something I really need to get better at for my job. UM there's honestly so much that could be said on the topic of lineart. Big things for me are:
Weight -> Use line weight (aka thickness) to describe form, lighting, contact and scale. Thick lines imply shadow, contact and nearness-to-camera. Thin lines imply tension, recession and light.
Straights vs Curves -> Use straight lines against curved ones for maximum interest. This is partly a character design thing but as we're using lines to describe our characters it's worth mentioning :)
Complex vx Simple -> Use complex lines against simple. Faces are always complex so therefore the backs of heads should always be simple. Chests are quite complex so backs should be simple. Dorsal sides of the arms are complex (Delt, tricep, bicep) whilst the ventral side is more simple (tricep...mainly) etc.
'Think in Ink' -> Lower your sketch layer almost to 0% opacity so you're not getting hung up on how nice/energetic your sketch look and instead are approaching the piece from an ink mindset. BUT it's digital! So if there's something in your sketch that you like just bring it forward (copy and paste) into your ink layer. I sketch and ink with the same brush so I can use this workflow
'Confidence' -> small hesitant feathery lines will look nervous compared to big swooping lines. Less is always more. I'll redraw arms/limbs until I can get the appearance that it was done in one brush stroke. Again it's digital so you can erase to cheat this look : )
MISC 01: I always hear 'draw from the shoulder'........meh............it's digital so draw from your wrist...it's fine honestly. If we were working at A1 in a life drawing class then we could get some shoulder action going but most of us are hunched over 16inch tablets. I think this advice aims to pull people away from feathery-nervous lineart honestly which you can improve on without relearning how to draw from your shoulder.
MISC 02: For a 'smoother' look do your lineart at a larger canvas size than you need. Once I'm happy with a sketch I usually double the canvas size and do my lineart then.
MISC 03: In PS (at least) anti-aliasing goes funny at any zoom level that isn't in the 5 times table. So try not to look at your canvas when you're zoomed in to 87% or 71.39% or something crazy. Just stick to 25%, 50%, 75% and 100% if possible.
UNFORTUNATE TRUTH: Lineart is incredibly based on raw draughtmanship I've discovered. When you're working with colour you can hide a lot in rendering (shadows, highlights) or post-processing (depth of field) but in lineart all your mistakes are just...there for people to see. There's ways round this...which I use A LOT. 'Flourishes' (I use 'flourishes' to mean over-confident lineart where it veers particuarly thick or particuarly thin in contrast to your approach in the rest of the image) can sort of trick people into thinking you're more confident about an area than you actually are.
As well as leaving 'breathing room' within your lineart instead of actually...resolving the area. I do this the most around the face and hands.
Hopefully some of this helps? Honestly there's a lot of deep dives that could be done into indivudal things and there's also the massive caveat that all of these are 'guidelines' and not strict rules. I also favour a more...concept-arty? animation-y? storyboard-y? look to my lineart which favours flourishes and breathing room for a incomplete/work-in-progress feel which would make methodical colouring (ie: for a comic or something) a pain.
Keep up pratice is the main thing and doing studies of artists who you like that have great lineart - you'll pick up draughtmanship skills along with the lineart studies. Here's some of my lineart from a year or two ago...it varies between very 'standardised' (which makes it difficult to read volumes and to be honest, it's boring) and 'TOO EXCITING' (which...also makes it difficult to read volumes and for the eye to rest).
I'd like to share my brushes at some point as I've found 3 that I really like and use for everything more or less. I discovered that a shocking low amount of people use PS on tumblr (shocking to me I guess as i'm so used to PS being the standard) and everyone seems to use Procreate or Clip Studio Pro...so I want to check that the brushes are Procreate compatible at least before I share!
#sorry if none of this makes sense. im on day TWO of a hangover...kill me now#asks#art tutorial#tutorial
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. . % JUST MY LUCK ! yoru x reader
001 CW SMUT, long fic, f!reader, nerd!yoru, loser!yoru, popular!reader, reader is lowkey mean, blowjob, boob job, inexperienced yoru again im so sorry 😭 002 A/N nghghf finally got the time to post <33 this has been in my drafts for months...
the nervousness yoru was feeling at the moment was indescribable. there was a pair work, again. he dreaded pair works—he loathed them. usually, his partner would let him do everything. all because he was considered a star student. it was a curse and a blessing at the same time.
“why did sir let us pick our partners..? i'll for sure be a last option for whoever's as unlucky as me. .” he thought.
you, on the other hand, did not care one bit. it was starting to annoy you. he was fidgeting with his ID, the sound of his keychain hitting the frame making an irritating sound. why did you have to be seated beside him? his only redeeming quality is his intelligence. people only talked to him if they needed help with academics.
although yoru was smart, he knew no one would pick him. he was a loser, after all. people found him unapproachable and awkward. he had weird, messy, black hair, a lot of ear piercings, and his outfits were just.. weird.
as you looked to the side, you noticed the poor boy beside you, still feeling anxious. it was baffling how someone could be this stressed over pairings. yoru watched as people were picking partners while he was sitting there in silence.
he was scared—not only on behalf of his dignity, but his academics too. if no one chose him, how would he do the project? if no one chose him, how will his grades be—
“yoru, do you wanna partner up?” you asked him.
that sentence made him shiver a bit from the unexpectedness. you? out of all people? were asking to be partners with someone like him? oh, he'd just consider you his savior.
he turned to face you but quickly looked down out of shame. he almost forgot how to speak a coherent sentence when he looked in the same direction as you. you were just wondering if he knew how stupid he looked. his hair was basically covering his eyes as he was looking at the floor. “uh. . yoru?”
“ 'm sorry! yes, i would gladly appreciate if you were partners with me. in fact, i'm so grateful you gave me this oppurtunity to—”
you interrupted him. why does he only have 2 sides. . ? not talking at all or talking too much. you wished yourself goodluck as you realized what you got yourself into. your hands ran through his hair and you pat his head. “yeah, yeah, whatever. let's meet at my place to start it.”
oh, his face was red. he's never had anyone touch him like that before. he nodded at your remark and mumbled a little “thank you.”
people, including your friends, looked at you weirdly after finding out you decided to pair with yoru.
you and your friends were eating at a cafe for lunch. they decided to bring up the topic. “did you feel bad for, you know. . yoru?” one of them giggled. “or are you just planning to use him? you know, good idea. he knows you're a hot shot right? maybe you can—”
“yeah, i did feel bad. what's your deal? just shut up and eat.” you said while stirring your drink. it wasn't that big of a deal, actually. and why would you use him? yoru seemed like a nice guy despite your earlier impressions. he did weird you out in a way, but you didn't wanna embarrass him in front of your friends.
your drink was half finished. you wanted to order another one but you saw a familiar face outside the café. it was yoru, waiting for you outside nervously.
6pm. you were walking with yoru outside the campus to your place. on the way out, yoru was slightly annoyed on how much people were interrupting your walk. multiple people would greet you which causes you to start small talk and waste time. did you not understand how serious a research assignment was? you didn't get him at all! he wanted to complain, but he had no room to. he was nothing compared to you.
“you going to the party tomorrow?” an acquaintance of yours asked.
“i'll see. got a research to do and, well.” you gestured at yoru and giggled, hoping she would get the memo. you were kinda chained to this responsibility of finishing the project as soon as possible. yoru would probably want the project finished in a few days. he was that type of person. i mean, it was your fault for picking an academically attached loser.
after a few minutes of walking in silence, you two finally reached your place.
“place your laptop wherever.” yoru was looking around awkwardly. your place was nice for sure. . he felt a bit scared to sit down anywhere as he might ruin something and get you upset. no, no. anything but that. .
he sat on your couch and you followed suit. you were so close to him. yoru was tensing up. you two were usually seated beside each other during lectures, but this felt different. it felt. . strangely intimate. the two of you were alone, at night. anything could happen.
the two of you got to researching. it was too awkward. the silence was loud. you decided to play some music to “lighten up the mood” a bit and clear up the air.
it's been an hour, and you looked to the side. yoru was focused. he was typing quickly. his hands swiftly moved the mouse from one tab to another. while looking at his hands, your eyes locked onto the multiple golden rings on them. his hands were pretty long and veiny too.
the silence was getting to you. you decided to ask him to check your progress so far.
he flinched. it's been a while since the both of you said anything so he was quite surprised. “huh? okay.” he checked the google docs where the both of you started your draft on.
he had a. . confused expression while reading your part of the essay. the boy looked almost disappointed. he let out a sigh.
“oh.. well, it's not that bad..” he was trying so hard to be nice. to be fair, your work wasn't that bad. his standards were just high. he got back to work a bit drained as now, he had to fix your work too.
your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you struggled to read his expression. why did he look so down? you did your work anyways. “what's up with it? is there something wrong?”
he cleared his throat, “your grammar in these parts are wrong, you spelt this wrong, you didn't cite your sources properly—” he continued talking for what felt like an hour. he just had so much to say, didn't he?
he was typing quickly, fixing all your errors. his fingers didn't catch a break.
it was somewhat pissing you off how much he was correcting your work when it was completely unnecessary. he could've just let you fix it, now he's stressed out. yoru ruffled his hair and let out a groan under his breath, hoping you didn't hear him.
you just wanted to help, but he's so stressed he won't even listen to your suggestions.
you, being the worst comforter there is possible, decided to tap his shoulder. “yoru, you need to calm down a bit.”
the poor boy turned to face you. his eyebrows were furrowed and he just looked so sad. you wanted to kiss him so bad, but that's not the time for that stuff. instead, you buried him in between your breasts. okay, maybe that was a worse option, but it was just an innocent hug.
yoru leaned into the hug, oblivious to the hard-on you were starting to feel against your leg. he nuzzled his cheek against the top part of your breast. it was comfy—warm and soft. it was comforting in contrast to the stress of academics he was experiencing.
“t-thank you, again.” his voice was muffled as he said that due to him being pressed up against you.
you've done this multiple times, with different boys, but why, why does it feel so different this time around? your heart fluttered and it never did for anyone before.
yoru, on the other hand, was also having the time of his life. it was showing. his cheeks were red and he refused to show his face to you. he was starting to feel his pants tighten as he grew self aware of his erection.
“how about this? i'll give you a massage so you can take a small break.” you suggested. you both felt the growing sexual tension between you two—it was getting hard to ignore.
yoru nodded. he didn't know how else to react. how was he supposed to react when a popular girl basically smothered him in her tits and now is offering him a massage? he was winning in life. this was coming from a guy with no pull at all!
as soon as you got the go signal from him, you got on your knees. your fingers were above his zipper when he stopped you and grabbed your hand. “no, no, wait! i-i'm—” he was expecting an actual massage from you, not this. “i'm not experienced when it comes to this stuff! i-i've jerked off before but, i've never done the actual thing. i'm sorry if i don't satisfy yo—” here he goes again with the endless yapping.
that was even better for you. “dont be silly, yoru. i don't care.”
you looked so, so hot from yoru's point of view. his cock was starting to hurt from how hard he was. he unzipped his pants for you in order not to be an inconvenience. this exposed his hard, pulsating cock. his cock was long and thick, and i mean long. it left you wondering how you'll be able to fit that in your mouth at all. .
the mushroom shaped head glistened with precum, the white fluid drooling from the slit. it was twitching with every touch of your finger. even a slight budge made him shiver, how cute.
“ungh— please don't tease me..” yoru pleaded. he couldn't contain his whines and whimpers that much. you were barely even touching him, but he was so hard it made him so sensitive. he was loud—you hoped none of your neighbors were hearing his moans.
he let out a strangled moan as you tried to stuff his cock in your mouth. his hips bucked involuntarily, pushing himself deeper into your throat. the sensation of your tongue swirling around the sensitive head was almost too much to bear.
yoru was gripping the couch as he fought the urge to control your movements. he was scared he'd hurt you if he got a hold of your hair, but oh, how he wanted his entire cock in your mouth. his other hand shakily tried to cover his mouth. “fuck.. please. please please—” poor boy was scared of being “rough.”
he felt you gag on his cock which just made his hips buck once again. he was trying his best to control himself, really. yoru held your hair as gently as he could as he tried pulling his cock out of your mouth to see if you were okay. he thought you were genuinely struggling.
“y-you don't need to force yourself to take it all.” he tried to reach out to you but you kept going. your hands started stroking him. each stroke made him grow closer and closer to cumming.
as you sped up your hands and licked his tip, you felt the familiar warm liquid spilling in your throat. yoru's eyes were filling up with tears as the sensation was too much for the poor boy to handle.
“such'a good boy. my baby boy.” you kissed his tip. you weren't done with him though.
you pulled your top down enough to reveal your tits. his favorite ever.
“oh, this is..” the sight of your breasts made him grow harder. your hard nipples practically begging to be sucked made him drool. he was in a daze.
he grabbed your tits and fondled them. your right nipple was being sucked, as the other one was being played with. yoru just refused to pull away from them.
he bit down on your breast, leaving a mark. “yoru baby.. umph.” your hand pushed him deeper in between them. you felt warm liquid spilling down your thighs. he was.. cumming, again.
he was too busy being a baby as he sucked and licked on your breasts. “mmf.. mmh. they're so soft.” his voice was muffled as he moaned. “they're so warm and soft, i wish i could be here forever.” you stroked his hair.
it was about time. you got on your knees once more and this time snuggled his cock in between your tits. it was so warm, it almost felt like a pussy. it was close enough.
yoru groaned as you wrapped your soft breasts around his throbbing cock, the sensation unlike anything he had ever experienced before. the warmth of your flesh enveloped him and it has him over the edge.
“unghmf! it feels so good! shit— it's so warm!” he whined. his head fell back and his eyes squeezed shut. yoru imagined it was your pussy instead, as he tried to thrust up and down your tits.
he was getting close again. it didn't take long for him to cum all over your tits.
“that was quick. .” the sticky white substance covered your tits. yoru was still trying to recover from his high, but you got on his lap. before you could do anything, he interrupted you.
“no, no. not yet! no penetration yet. . we still have work to do.” yoru buried his face in your cum covered tits. “i'll be fine with just sucking on your tits while working.” he was so red again. his horniness made him bolder than he usually was, which totally made you forget how shy he was.
“if you don't wanna fuck, that's totally fine with me.” you said.
yoru immediately protested. “no! you got it all wrong. i do wanna have sex with you— i-i wanna be inside of you but.. we have something more important to do.”
yoru felt less stressed now. tits in his mouth, a hot popular girl as his partner, and a half finished essay. what more could he ask for?
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𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭— 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐅𝐅
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Chapter 8
WARNING!!!🔞 This Chapter contains SMUT: Unprotected sex, oral (f.recieving), morning sex, mention of kink and size (I think it's that?), strong language, pet names, multiple orgasms.
Minors do not interact!!!
Bang Chan
The day I met Aria when my father introduced us to eachother a week before our wedding, some instinct told me she will be the death of me.
And I was right.
With those soft curls, brown eyes, that small beauty mark on her chin which was unwantedly attractive to my eyes, she is going to be why I'll lose every sense of control I've had of myself.
Every part of me wanted to have her last night, to make feel like she is the one and every part of her drove me crazy. Because my mind was tipsy, I wouldn't have been able to worship her the way she deserved. But one day, which isn't so far, I will have her.
It's obvious Aria desires me the same way I do, but fuck, my mind is never straight when I'm around her. Maybe Hyunjin was right. I should try talking to her sober. Instead of like a fucking alcoholic.
Never in the 26 years of my life was I ever attracted to woman the way I was attracted to Aria. She held something, a magnetic pull in her voice and in every single thing about her. A part of me wants to get lost in my world with her, forgetting about any deadline of us.
I woke up before an hour before sunrise, sitting in front of my laptop, I worked until I heard the birds chirping outside my window. Which I think was the first time I ever heard them since I moved into the mansion last year.
I usually either wake up late or don't sleep at all, depending on what I do the night before but ever since my father brought up about the marriage topic and I got married to Aria, my mind has been focusing a lot on work than anything I used to do when I was in Europe.
I was never a workaholic back then, not even when I first got the COO position, I don't know what fucking alien took over my body.
"Once you bring her home, you will understand that life is more than just partying Christopher"
My father's words replayed in my head again, echoing through the morning silence. He was right, as much as I hate to admit it.
My mind drifted back to the day of our wedding. Despite the conversation about the agreement the two of us had the night before, Aria's face was swelled with happiness on the wedding day, a smile I remember like it's a photographic memory. It's now that I'm realizing, that the smile was masking the uncertainty she must have felt.
Maybe this new focus. This relentless drive to work, was a distraction from her, my way of providing for her, of ensuring that our future was secure, well, at least for a year. But still, the change was startling.
Back in Europe, my nights were filled with laughter, music, and the constant thrill of the unknown. My friends used to joke that I would never settle down, that I was a free spirit, untethered and wild.
Yet here I was, grounded and, dare I say it, domesticated.
I looked up at my calendar on my phone, I didn't have any plans today neither was I in the mood to go to the office after finishing half of the work at home itself, I thought to check up on Aria and see if she had any plans. I quickly freshened up, ruffling my hair, I left my room and walked to hers at the other end of the corridor.
Once I reached the door to her room, hesitation crawled but like Bin said,
"If you want to make it through the next 300 whatever days without losing your fucking mind, maybe try talking to her. Really talking."
I had lock my ego up in a cage and properly communicate with her.
As I was about to knock on the door, it swung open revealing a cutely sleep-rumpled Aria, tousled but fixed hair and pillow crease on her face.
It looked like was expecting me to be at work, she instantly covered her chest, seeing the view in front of her.
She was wearing just a silk camisole and boyshorts, that gave me a view of too much of her flawless skin. The top did barely to cover those sweet, peeking nipples.
My jaw tightened at the sight at the same time sending an electrifying shock straight to my cock. Was she roaming the mansion like this when I was at work?! Almost half-naked while my staff was around?
"Chris, oh my— what are you doing here?" She stammered, her hand over her chest and eyes wide with surprise. They fell on my bare torso first and then met my face earning sly smirk from me.
"I...um. I just thought to— check up on you—"
Fuck.
The words kept coming out of my mouth before I could process them in my brain but I managed to keep my gaze fixed on her face.
Aria's eyebrows drew together, her expression a mix of confusion and concern. "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, everything's fine." I replied quickly, cursing at myself that this was again, a bad idea.
She blinked, clearly taken aback. "I thought you were supposed to be at work." Her voice tinged with uncertainty.
"Took the day off," I said rubbing the back of my neck and sliding my other hand in the pocket of my shorts.
"I just," I swallowed, "I wanted to see you" I finally admitted.
"Oh," She was unaware of what to say next and so was I. The moment seemed to stretch like an eternity and I fucking hated it.
"Alright then," I turned to walk downstairs but her soft hand held my wrist stopping me. "Chris wait," Her brown eyes locked with mine, steady breathing but I knew she still felt slightly intimidated by me.
For a moment the two of us stood still without a movement. The next, before either of us could say anything, I cupped her face and crushed my lips against hers.
Roughly. Possessively.
She pulled me inside her room, her fingers pressing on my arms then sliding up my neck, I kicked the door shut behind me, fisting her hair and not breaking the kiss as we fell onto her bed.
My tongue stroked the seam of her lips, I grunted, tilting her neck, demanding entrance, this time not letting any damn thing interrupt what I was going to do.
No contract. No deadline. Just her. Just us.
Her hands sank into my hair as my palm swept beneath her little silk top. We kissed like we needed eachother before the world ended.
Frantic. Hungry. Desperate. But I couldn't get enough. I needed more of this. More of her.
I broke the kiss as I trailed my path down her neck, sucking on her sweet skin, leaving my marks and making her mine. Only mine. I didn't give a fuck about anything else at this moment other than her.
"Chris..." The sound of my name as she whimpered when I cupped her breast beneath the top sent another jolt of electricity straight down to my cock, it throbbed behind the barriers of my shorts.
"That's it sweetheart. After today my name shall be the only thing you remember" I said as I slid her top off and shorts down with little effort, leaving her completely naked and bare beneath me, it was the sight of a lifetime.
Flawless skin, breasts the right size to knead and suck on, perfect little waist, I eyed her body capturing every single detail like a wanderer discovering a hidden paradise.
I leaned low and kept my mouth around her nipple, sucking the sensitive tip and rolled the other with my index and thumb, earning another whimper of my name.
"You're such a good girl"
Neck. Arms. Breasts. Every part of her had a pleasing marks of hickeys, I was eager to map every inch of her heavenly body with my hands and my mouth as I made my way down kissing the valley of her stomach to her pubic bone.
Her soft skin was hot as she trembled when I got closer to her pussy, the scent of her arousal and the glazed sight in front of me felt like snorting a line of pure cocaine. I softly placed a kitten kiss on the awaiting clit, goosebumps pebbling her skin as I stroked her thighs.
"Chris, God Chris, please"
"Please what sweetheart?" I taunted.
"Are you that excited to have my mouth on your sweet cunt and eat you out?" I cooed. She looked up at me and her head fell back on the pillow when I licked her slit.
"Tell me babydoll"
Aria's breathing increased as her hand fisted my hair so hard, the tiny ache just turned me on more.
"Yes," The word left her mouth in a plea mixed with a demand. "Please Chris"
The next second my face was buried in the wet heat between her legs.
Her back arched instantly as her juices coated my tongue, I delved on her clit like a man starving to death. Sucking and devouring her cries of pleasure as my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
Where I thought her presence drove me insane along with whiskey that had me tipsy, Aria's moans and her taste down here were fucking intoxicating. My cock twitched, matching the rhythm of my pulse, begging for me to dive into her.
Aria bucked her hips, pleading to stop, but her body begged to keep going, moan after moan escaping from her throat. Slow licks and flicks, I focused on her dripping cunt, a twelve course meal I'd enjoy for the rest of my life.
"No...please...I...more..." Aria pleaded and begged, coating my face by every passing second. I wanted all of this inked on my brain.
Her back arched as I continued to feast on her sweet little pussy. I sucked on her clit and pushed a finger stretching her lips, then another, pumping in and out, her knuckles turned white as she grabbed on to the sheets for dear life.
Forget coffee, water or a great buffet for breakfast, she tasted so much fucking better.
I groaned, sweat beading my forehead as I pulled my fingers out and I rested her legs on my shoulders, fiercly holding on her thighs, letting my tongue thrust inside of her. The taste of her made me want to do nothing but stay here and let this morning last forever.
My nose kept nudging on her clit as I ruthlessly tongue fucked her, eating her out, that tore sharp cry after cry. After feasting on her cunt, Aria came down shuddering, her orgasm flooding my senses and my face as I was sent to the ends of insanity.
"Want me to stop sweetheart?" I towered her, wiping my chin with back of my hand, her taste still lingering on my tongue. I placed my hand next to her on the pillow holding me up, the other hand pinched her nipple and then went down circling that swollen nub.
I knew she wanted more. But I loved hearing it. Making her beg.
Aria shook her head whimpering, her face was tinted pink as her cheeks were flushed with arousal, my mind clouded with lust. My cock was so hard it threatened to pierce through my shorts.
"You have to tell me babydoll."
"Don't stop Chris, please"
Nothing turns me on more than the sound her sweet voice pleading me. I freed myself from the fabrics of my shorts and boxers, they joined her clothes on the floor. Her chest was still heaving from the aftermath of her first orgasm. Oh baby she's going to come more than once.
"You will come for me again okay?" My voice remained rough even though I tried to soften, I traced her pussy with the pad of my thumb and sank two fingers again to find her still soaking.
So wet. So fucking gorgeous.
Her eyes fell on my coated fingers as I pulled them out and licked the glistening pleasure, then at my cock jutting out, long and painfully hard, when she slowly got from up her high.
I leaned down to her ear, "I'm going to make you feel really good baby"
I spread her legs further apart and positioned myself in between, grazing the tip in the inner thigh and the folds of her opening, teasing her a bit more.
"Christopher,"
Never has my name sounded this good when someone said it. I felt a different sense of pride and possessiveness when it came out of her mouth. In that voice.
The tip was still slowly grazing her opening, she was so wet, it kept slipping. I was testing my own patience along with hers, without another thought I gripped her waist, Aria's head fell back on the pillows the second I thrusted through her wet entrance smoothly.
Her legs instantly wrapped around my hips locking me into place, it was now I knew I have found my heaven on earth.
"Too— big...ah" I couldn't help but chuckle at the way she moaned and commented about my size.
"But you take it so well baby" I teased.
A muffled moan.
I stayed in place for a few seconds, letting her adjust to my length and slowly pulled out and then slammed back in.
Starting slowly and easy first, then I picked up a hard and fast pace, pounding into her, each thrust making her breasts bounce. Sweat slicked her body, her eyes and mouth were half shut as she kept moaning, it was the sweetest sound to my ears.
Christ. I've never had a kink for breasts but her tits alone were enough to drive me mad. And this sweet tight little pussy that took in my cock like she was fucking made for it.
Nails grooved scars on my back and my arms, the piercing sting felt good more than pain. She was so tight, her walls clenched nicely around my cock, it drove me out of my mind.
I slowly leaned to her face and kissed away the tears that had run down her cheeks, Aria slowly peeled her eyes open as she looked at me, they were fogged with intense pleasure and unshed tears glittering like a sparkling galaxy.
She looked at me in a way no one ever has, it fucking hurt like a punch to the soul, leaving me breathless and reeling. My mouth crashed onto hers desperately, a tidal wave possessiveness washing over me frantically.
"Mmm" She hummed into my mouth, I chuckled swiping a strand of hair from her face.
"What do you want sweetheart?"
"More— more" And that undid me.
Her pussy squeezed my cock as I fucked her harder and faster, watching her back arch and bouncing breasts, the dirtiest symphonies of moans filling the room. Seeing her take in my cock this gorgeously was a sight I want to keep seeing for the rest of my life.
"Fuck...Aria..." I hissed, her walls pulsated, I was at the edge and if I didn't release I would literally explode right here.
She looked so fucking gorgeous beneath me, I could have believed she was unreal.
No part of my skin goes untouched and no part of hers goes unfucked. I held her pretty waist beneath my palms, picking my pace, sucking on her sweet nipples, her moans and whimpers and cries sounded MUCH better than the melodic sounds from the strings of my guitar.
"Chris, I— I..." Aria moaned.
"You will sweetheart"
Molten lava dripped down my spine as I hit her G spot, her back arched, giving me the once again perfect view of her beautiful chest.
"Come," Before the word fully left my mouth she came all over my cock in a harmonious cry, flooding my cock with her juices.
I let her settle for a few seconds but then kept fucking her until another orgasm chased the first, and another, she shattered apart falling into a glorious limp of a mess and in that moment I was grateful to be alive.
After what was her fourth time coming, a few seconds later I came inside of her in a powerful orgasm that felt like a volcanic eruption, thunder roaring in my chest.
Never had sex felt so good like this.
There was sweet love making and rough hard fucking and definitely many more. But this? This felt like it was a route to find peace and but at the same time, a route to insanity.
I slowly pulled myself out, in taking the sight of her wrecked wet pussy and kissed her inner thigh making my way upto her face and fell next to her. The both of us starting the day in a very Good Morning.
"Goodness Chris I...," I chuckled at her breathless response and turned to her, placing a kiss on her forehead and pulled her into my chest in a tight embrace.
I had surely pushed her beyond her limits after making her come so much, I held her tight, wrapping her with my warmth.
I've had my time back in Europe with other women, but I cuddles after sex wasn't my thing. It was way too intimate and I couldn't get myself lost in that. And I had my rules when fucking.
Don't look at me in the eyes. Don't expect aftercare or whatever. Simple.
But Aria. Damn it. She is the reason why the icy barriers I built around my heart is threatening to crack.
"How do you feel sweetheart?" I asked, her lips met the soft skin on my neck causing me to inhale a deep breath.
"Amazing" Her eyes closed, my hand glided up from her ass to her waist, my grip tightening.
"Is this why you took your day off?" She asked mischievously, I let out a deep chuckle, my grin widening.
"Maybe. Since I'm always having trouble getting you," I pulled her, her chest pressed against my chest, "I had enough of it"
"I see. Well, I didn't know Bang Christopher Chan desired so much"
"You don't know how crazy you drive me" I said pressing my mouth on hers hard and demanding. She melted against me as I kissed her, never getting tired of her taste.
We remained in each other's embrace for a while before I glanced at the clock on the wall, it was almost 9am, I slowly removed my arm from under her neck and sat up on the bed, the sheets rumpled around my waist.
She got up as well, an expression painting across her face, worrying if I might leave after having my time. Honestly I did want to leave now that I fucked her but somehow something made me stay with her.
I leaned in and smiled at her, kissing the corner of her lips.
"You've plans for today?" I don't know why, but I wanted to spend some time with her, my friends' advices still replayed in my head every now and then. She shook her head, looking at me, curiosity filled in her eyes.
"Good. I have a nice spot we can go to"
I'm definitely getting myself locked in a complicated cage, mixing sex when we have an expiration date.
But when time comes, I'll deal with it then.
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BOXER V
Nct Dream J line + Haechan x f!reader
Warning
Swearing | Violence | guns | oral (m-receiving) | Haechan gets crazier | reader gets thrown a lot | crying | topics of stalking | everything is consensual and fictional | let me know if i missed any!
written August 20th
Past parts
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The drive to the venue was tense, but only for you. Haechan was on his ipad flipping through security system and making phone calls. You try to look outside the window to keep yourself entertained for the car ride but the security guards kept blocking your view from the window thinking you were planning on escaping. "She can look out the window she is going to be monitored more than normal after this anyway" he fixes his tie and sends you a death stare.
You scrunch your face at him in confusion but also in disgust. "Can I at least get water, I'm getting car sick" the other bodyguard sitting next to Haechan was about to hand you one but he waits for his approval. Haechan nods and the man hands it to you.
Around an hour passes and you finally see familiar buildings, it’s your city!! You smile because you have not been outside or in your city in so long. You want to stop at your favorite cafe but there is no way Haechan will stop for you, and you do not know if it’ll cause trouble.
"You want to stop for something" he says
"I do but I don't want to go out like this" you look down at your dress.
"Park at the next light to the right" Haechan bends to the driver's space and opens the glass window divider.
You are left with even more confusion "How do you kno-" you shut up because you already know he has stalked every little detail that is posted about you on the internet. The instagram highlight of your cafe pictures gives it away.
You get out of the car "I'm starting to think you have been planning to kidnap me instead of me serving my punishment for 'breaking in' which is still weird to me" Haechan pins you against the side of the car "Shut your pretty little mouth- why would you say that shit out here. Behave" he takes your hand and walks into your favorite shop.
"y/n" one of your favorite workers screams with excitement "girlie what- where have you been. I missed you" she says.
"Decided to take a break and be out of town for a bit" you smile at her.
"Well you look great and glad you took that break up well. I see you got a new man" she is smiling ear to ear at you, as you are panicking.
"How did you know about that" you tap away on the ordering screen and your hand begins to shake. "Here i'll order for you" Haechan takes over and you bring your attention to the worker.
"Well Sunwoo would only come here with you and he keeps coming here alone moping and talking about you. He also told me you guys broke up which is a bummer" you are left speechless at the girl’s words.
"He still comes here?- I showed him this place" you whisper the last part. Your first date with Sunwoo was here as well.
"Yeah, I have to go make more orders sorry- but it was great seeing you again" she smiles taking all the stickers off of the machine.
"Same here, can you do me a favor and not mention to Sunwoo that I am in town or that I came in here at all" tears start to form.
"Yeah no worries" she hands you your drinks and you realized Haechan ordered your regular exactly how you like it.
You walk out and tell Haechan "Thank you" you dont want to cry, your makeup will get ruined and you are about to enter a car filled with emotionless men.
"Can I get some alone time once we arrive please" you tell Haechan before he opens the door. He was getting jealous of the sound of your ex boyfriend but now that he sees you broken by what the barista said his expression softens.
"yeah, sit next to me. Don't cry baby" he put his hand behind your back and holds your drink when you get in. You grab your drink and Haechan takes the bodyguards seat as he moves to the back.
Your silent sniffles are heard every once in a while "I shouldn't have taken you there. I am sorry" Haechan says. You don't respond to him but you hold his hand. Your drink is in the cupboard, you do not want the taste to bring back the memories.
"He is not allowed inside the building for today anyway" Haechan squeezes your hand. You wish Haechan was like this more often but you know this won't last.
The van comes to a stop and it is the back of the building. Haechan gets off and helps you step down on the gravel road. “Follow closely because you can’t go past these doors without a fingerprint or face” he starts to quicken his pace while also keeping you balanced.
After many doors and security checks you’re in the hallway you were in not too long ago. “Let’s go to my office” you frown at his words.
“Can we go see Jeno and Jaemin train?” he rolls his eyes knowing that is the reason why he brought you. “Go with them, I’ll be in my office” Haechan send you with his body guards and the other two walk with him.
You follow them and you start to hear the music. Jaemin is sitting monitoring Jeno. They’re both drenched in sweat but you still come up and hug Jaemin from the back. “Y/n you made it” Jaemin turns to you and Jeno sits down next to Jaemin.
“How was the car ride, you look teary eyed” Jaemin scans your whole face over and over again. Then your body “he didn’t harm you right?” Jeno joins in very concerned.
“No he was actually sweet this time. It has to do with my past boyfriend” you calmed both down.
“If it makes you feel any better, she’s shooting asteroids and arrows at you because she’s been trying to get with Haechan for years but she can’t even get a hug out of him” Jeno responds.
“Well i am not mad at her. She probably had no idea about me, i am more upset about Sunwoo” you sigh “but today isn’t about me- go practice i want to see you guys” they both get up and start warming up.
Jaemin and Jeno start throwing punches and dodging them like crazy. They are both too good that they can't beat each other. something hits the back of your knees and you turn around to Haechan rolling a chair for you. "Enjoying the view of sweaty men play fighting" he hands you your drink you left behind.
"I sure do, thanks" you spin your chair to face him. "You are popular all the girlies are looking at you" you lightly smack his arm at him as he spins you to face them.
"I don't allow them to even lay a finger on me. You should feel special” He turns you back to him.
"I expected you to sleep with all of them by the way you treat me" you giggle at him.
"No, but Jaemin has" your smile drops at his response.
"Oh" you sip your drink.
"Jeno too- sometimes Mark and Chenle but they have better options since they have more free time and these boyfriends don't leave this building" Haechan turns you back to them.
"I didn't crush your dream did I?" he leans and whispers into your ear.
"I do not want to commit to anyone anymore" you lie- you want to be treasured and loved. Jaemin seemed like the type but you guessed so wrong. Haechan is the one that sticks to one girl and will not give up. At least that is what you assume he is doing with you but he does not treat you as sweet as Jaemin does but I guess because he has his ways and games.
"Shut up" is all you can come up with.
"When you get bored just let the guards know you want to leave. Wear this wristband they will know who you are" he opens the wristband and picks up your hand.
"I'll just go now. I am scared to go back without you" you stand up and smiles at you.
"I'll see you guys later" you scream out and Jaemin has Jeno flat on the ground.
"Bye y/n" Jaemin smiles and Jeno tries his best to wave.
"Be gentle" you tell Jaemin and he takes off his hand off of Jeno's head to throw a thumbs up. You laugh at them "such an annoying laugh" a girls voice was heard passing.
Your cheeks turn red of embarrassment and you stop laughing. Haechan is waiting for you at the door and you catch to him. "What's wrong?" he asks.
"Nothing" you fake smile because knowing him, he will make a scene. You grab his hand once you step into the hallway. "Are you really scared of these hallways?" he chuckles.
"I am! everything is the same color and there is no decorations plus you never know what will pop up. The lighting also makes it look like a futuristic science lab" you look around. "You should at least add art pieces”
"I can't because if anyone trespasses they will remember which door or hallway they are looking for. The doors have brailled numbers in hidden spots except my office which has multiple levels of security" he explains which you find hot. He is a lot more attractive to you when he does not try to be. You try not to show any emotion on what you are thinking but you start to smile like an idiot.
He opens the door and scans his face and thumb to unlock the elevator. You stand on the opposite side of the elevator and you cannot stop looking at him. Your eyes travel up and down as he loosens his tie while he swipes on his phone.
The elevator stops and opens up. Haechan walks out first and opens another set of doors. You follow him and he suddenly stops and turns to you. You are confused but then he sets his hands on your hips.
"What was so interesting" he gets closer.
The comment he made about Jaemin made you less delusional so doing things with Haechan is even more tempting. "I can show you" you move away from him to the couch. You pat a space on the couch and he sits there. You kick your heels off and hug his waist with your thighs.
"I just like it when you get all serious" you fix his collar and he lays his head back. "and the way you are dressed" your hands runs down his button down and stops at the blazer's button. His tie is loosely on his neck now and you pull it so his face is closer to yours.
"You don't think you’re driving crazy by the way you look in this dress" Haechan finally lays his hands on you and his lips get closer to yours. "I want you to be in a good mood all the time" you pull him closer to you to the point where your chests are squished together.
"Well behave and only pay attention to me- then you’ll have this" you can feel his heartbeat.
"But I don't know which one I like best because this Haechan is taking forever to do something" you pull the back of his hair.
“Guess you found the on switch” Haechan’s voice depends and his lips meet yours. The kiss becomes even more heated and whimpers starts coming out of your mouth when he starts kissing your weak spots.
“Guess this was more important than me fighting. Thought you wanted to come see me” Jaemin startles you when he appears out of no where.
“Jaemin i- i- i did come to see you” heachan doesn’t stop even if you’re attempting to take him away. “I just felt uncomfortable there” your heart hurts seeing him hurt because you can tell all his emotions in those eyes.
“Well you look pretty comfortable now. Guess i’ll get going” he mumbles. You take Haechan off of you and stand up to follow him.
You almost catch up to him until you’re pulled back by your hair. “My pretty princess can’t escape her castle. Leave joker boy to practice” Haechan’s possessiveness begins again.
“Stop” you grab his wrist but he pulls you to the couch. “Was everything you said earlier a lie? just so you can get your panties wet. You’re such a whore you can’t last a whole day without being touched” his other hand grabs a pillow.
“Ride this pillow let’s see if my little bunny can let out all the heat instead of hoping onto all of my friends” he still holds your hair up as you’re positioning yourself. “aren’t you ashamed” Haechan unties the top’s bow of the dress to expose your chest.
“I don’t want to do this right now. Haechan please” your tears begin to stream down your face. Part of you loves his possessiveness and hair pulling but riding a pillow in front of him is so humiliating.
You wipe your tears and thank whoever made your setting spray. Your hips start to move and your eyes don’t leave his but his eyes move up and down.
Trying your best to seem unbothered and make him even more mad. He is enjoying it instead. You get a good angle and begin speed up. Your hand grips the couch and he pulls your hair even more. “You are so pathetic you probably do this when you’re alone” Haechan slaps your bare chest. “Cover yourself I have work to do” he lets go of you and you stop.
and he is back…
You throw the pillow that is soaked by your juices and throw it at him. “You’re lucky i barely got started” you tie the front of your dress and plop yourself on the couch.
Haechan licks the pillow “Doesn’t seem like it” he smirks and walks to his desk. “Whatever” you whisper.
You stare at the security footage hung up above, Haechan turns them off shortly. “You aren’t allowed to see that” you groan.
You stay in that position and groan.
“I’ll take a nap in the couch then. Wake me up in two hours so i can retouch my makeup” you lay down.
“There’s a room over there where you can sleep. Pretty sure no one is in any of them. Just go around the corner and on your left there’s four rooms. Just don’t go on the one with the red door, that one is mine” Haechan is still busy typing and flipping away.
You open the pink door since you like pink! “Oh i’m sorry i was told no one would be here” Jaemin was sitting on the couch eating.
“It’s fine you. Did Haechan abandoned you so quick” Jaemin scoffed not even turning to you.
“I’ll try another room” you try to step back to the door way but he walks towards you.
“I can’t stay mad at you, please stay. Jisung is probably in the next one- so lay here with me” Jaemin opens up his pleading sparkly eyes.
“You’re the one that’s supposed to be relaxing, i’ll lay in couch in the office” you tell him.
“No we’ll both take a nap” he is already showered and changed for his match.
“Fine” you lay down but face away from him. You feel more safe taking a nap in his presence than Haechan’s but you’re now filled with energy.
Jaemin gets closer to you and hugs you from the back, the match doesn’t start til 3am.
“Why did you leave? I thought you came here for me” he snuggles his face into your shoulder. “Do you even like it when he touches you?” he sets a kiss on your collarbone and stays in the position. You feel Jaemin’s breath against your neck.
“I did and it’s complicated. Plus I don’t feel too special supporting since you have your personal cheerleaders ready for you whenever you want” you try to get the truth out of Jaemin but who knows how many lies come out of Haechan’s mouth.
“Haechan keeps gaslighting you. I’ve only been with three why are you jealous?” Jaemin takes one hand off of you and sits up.
“Well it’s not normal for a guy to treat me this way. I also don’t get why i’m being used as a doll to a rich gang leader but somehow you confuse me the most. You don’t have to be like this if you want something out of it just tell me so i can stop jumping into conclusions” you’re almost into tears looking up at Jaemin.
“I want you-“ Jaemin gets cut off by Haechan opening the door.
Now you don’t know if he didn’t finish his sentence or he actually meant what he said.
“y/n out” Haechan says and you listen. He doesn’t follow you out, he closes the door angry.
Yelling starts to rise and you run out to get one of the boys. The elevator opens and you ask a security guard for the training room.
Jeno is resting against the rink talking to the girls. “Jeno it’s Jaemin and Haechan hurry” he knew exactly what you meant.
You take off your heels and run with him. You get on the elevator heavily breathing while Jeno is perfectly fine. “They are just yelling I am just scared things will get worse” you follow him to the room.
Jaemin and Haechan still yelling but both look untouched. “What you went to get another” Haechan stops and turns to you “Don’t forget the rest” your jaw opens.
“I don’t get you- first you’re all nice and then possessive. now you’re shaming me?” you take a deep breath. “We haven’t done anything” you yell
“Jaemin fucked the same girl your boyfriend did. guess they both have similar taste in women. You really need to a reality check, you’re only here because you opened a stupid door and i haven’t fucked anyone in a while. I’ve also found the best target which was you” Haechan pointed at you.
“I knew the little show girl was fucking Jaemin and your boyfriend. She would talk about him and bring him around and i would just overhear…Jeno only knew about you because he has been stalking your socials. The only thing I did was just connect the dots. I wanted to experiment with you and help my poor thing. I knew someone like you would fall for something this stupid” Haechan walks around the room while your watery eyes follow him.
“wha- wha- what” you try not to break into tears.
“Can’t believe none of you caught on? or even take advantage of this opportunity. Since when have I done this stupid security watch, i just kill them” Haechan laughs evilly.
You breakdown crying. This has to be some sick joke, your own life was paused over some experiment. You’re becoming even more angry “Than fucking kill me” you hit his chest “you made me stop studying, working, and leave my friends at an emotional time just to use me as a joke” every word you would say, tears will come out.
“I am not the best person in the fucking planet but I do not deserve to be some paper doll a rich pathetic loser throws around whenever he pleases that hasn’t been fucked in years who decides to kidnap someone who have they’ve been stalking. You’re trying to put Jeno under the bus for being a stalker but you are the actual lunatic” you’re turning hot and losing air.
“y/n it’s ok, let’s get some air” Jaemin tried to go towards you but you step away.
You’re now sobbing completely “I have an offer because this isn’t over” Haechan sits down and taps the table like he is casually waiting for his wine to be poured.
“I cant do this right now” You’re rubbing your face not caring how your makeup looks. You walked out but the doors to leave his office were locked.
Jeno and Jaemin are left in shock while you’re still crying trying to leave but Haechan locked it. You try to sob softly while kneeling hunched on the cold floor.
"Stand up" Haechan raises his voice.
"Haechan" Jeno and Jaemin say at the same time.
Haechan grabs you by the back of your dress and pulls you to the carpet. The marble floors are so clean that your lotioned knees just slide to where he is pulling you. He pulled you so hard that the front of the dress ripped open. You try your best to cover up while also trying not to cry even more.
They have seen you cry so much to the point where it is so embarrassing how weak and sensitive you are. Jaemin gives you a pillow to cover yourself and picks you up to set you down on the couch. Haechan walks back and forth in front of you.
“You were not careful with reading the contract sweetheart” Haechan hovers over you and reads the contract “…once you have passed the first phase. you will have to complete three years of service to my corporation as I please” more tears roll down.
Haechan has planned this after years of being used by his ex girlfriend. He doesn’t care about you or your future at least not right now. All he cares about is you obeying him.
“I have a life Haechan. Outside of this is my whole life- I put it all on hold for this stupid game you’re playing and now you want me for three years” you start hitting his chest with your palms.
“I got cheated on, failed my classes for missing, lost my scholarship, my job, probably my friends, and all that just so you can get dick pumped? You’re pathetic and why me” you punch him one more time before sobbing into his chest “why, why, why- i will never forgive you for this. I want to go home”
Haechan holds you for a while but he then grabs you by the neck. “You’re such a smart and pretty girl. I’ve been watching you since I saw you at the pink matter festival that Jeno insisted to go to because of you” you try to get out of his grip but he knees your cunt.
“You were next door to my suite, filming your little videos in the hot tub thinking no one was there. I followed you into the festival and after that i’ve been observing closely. Closer than Jeno has because he was a floor bellow us” Haechan let’s go of your throat and you gasp for air.
You accepted defeat you can’t deny being stalked by someone like him is not scaring you but making you heat up. His knee sinks deeper into your core and scrunches your dress up. “How closely” you try to ignore what he is doing.
“I know your schedule, what you get at gas stations on a random night, i’ve been looking through the crowd in bars you visit every thursday night on your only half day off. I have more power than you think so you can’t hide from me” Haechan straightens up.
“Jeno you want to taste her as a pre match gift” Jaemin scoffs at Haechan’s offer. “I know you’ve been drooling over her for so long and jerking off to her sweet screams through the walls” Jeno doesn’t move or say anything at Haechan.
Jaemin is fuming because he can’t get even a inch close to you in front Haechan. Jeno looks at Jaemin and then at Haechan. “I don’t know if this is a trick or not” Jeno says mumbling.
“I’m not doing anything” you cry even more.
“Get the fuck up and go” Haechan grabs your hair and throw you at Jeno.
Your limp body is held up by Jeno who’s really scared and confused. “She doesn’t want to so J don’t want to either” Jeno says.
“If you don’t take her in that room. I’m fucking her in front of you with your hands tied” Haechan crosses his hands.
Jeno takes you into his waiting room.
“You don’t have to do this because Haechan told you to”
“Don’t take things personal but I don’t. At least not right now. I umm will make it for you later” you hug him.
“I just don’t want you to get hurt. I may be stronger but he has more power verbally” Jeno says rubbing your back.
The door suddenly opens and they both come in.
“What a fucking coward he hasn’t even undressed her. I would’ve had you propped against the bed frame” Haechan scoffs.
“He was being respectful” you put a hand on Jeno’s chest. “She doesn’t like it like that” Haechan yanks you off of Jeno and takes off your dress.
“Not here Haechan please. I’ll do what you want but not in front of them” you are trying to get out of his grip but he is pushing you back into his chest.
You try to take his hands off of you but Haechan’s grip is stronger than yours. He is pinning your arms back “don’t make me recreate what i did to you the first day you were in here” Haechan whispers into your ear.
“Let go” Jeno says
“Just leave her before you’re thrown in the middle of the rink and it’ll become a 2v1 match” Jeno spits on Haechan’s shoes.
“Take her to the VIP box. I better see her up there” Jaemin pushes Haechan’s head back harshly and they both leave.
Watching Haechan become powerless when Jeno and Jaemin team up against him makes both of them so hot but also seeing how pathetic Haechan looks.
“Get up” you get up and Haechan shoves his faces into yours “You better not cry like that again or i’ll give you something to cry about” he pulls you by the arm through the hall way. You’re stumbling trying to keep up still barefoot.
“Can we slow down please” you try to stand your ground but his grip of you just yanks you into two feet in the air.
“Shut the fuck up” he stops to grab you by the waist and throws you against his shoulder. He smacks your ass, leaving a stinging feeling.
He opens the door with his thumb and face as usual. Then the security guards come from the door next to the VIP room and stand in front of it.
Jisung comes out shortly and enters. “You makes things so complicated. You’re lucky he’s here” Haechan whispers into your ear as he sets you down on the couch.
“Hi Jisung” you smile at him.
“Hey” he says not looking away from his laptop screen.
“The match is about to start, go sit in the balcony so Jaemin can see you” you don’t take his anger much into thought because you are out of energy.
The balcony has thick glass which you’re assuming is bullet proof glass. You can see the rink perfectly and the audience is about as full as last time you were in the crowd.
You sit in the couch but you start to become sleepy. Your eyelids are fighting with you but you try your best to keep them open for Jeno and Jaemin’s match.
AFTER THE MATCH
Haechan woke you up before Jeno and Jaemin went up. It was too painful to watch but you are on the edge of your seat hoping for them to not get hurt.
One bloody nose, another with a busted cheek and two slowen lips later. Jaemin wins just by getting the last punch in.
Being the bestfriends that they’re, Jaemin helps Jeno up and wipes the blood off of his nose with his towel. They both hold the trophy and the crowd goes wild. You cheer from the distance and jump in victory even though you would’ve been happy with either one winning.
“Ok fun is over, get in the car with Jisung to go home. We have work to do” Haechan pushes you back into the room and Jisung is at the door already holding it open for you.
“Yeah right. Whatever it’s not like we are dating” you scoff at him but Haechan’s cocky expression slowly drops down to very very hurt one.
You realize what you said hurt him but it only set another boundary down. You get out of the room and Jisung runs after you.
“Y/N why would you say that to him” Jisung looks all stressed trying to catch up to your speed walk.
“Well it’s true isn’t it?” you follow the security guards and Jisung.
Once you guys get to the house, jisung unlocks the door and lets you in. “Don’t try to leave the house, I’m going out” Jisung closes the door before you even get to process what he said.
You walk in and just go to your room. You’re undressing yourself and decide to take a morning a shower instead so you change into a tank top and fresh underwear.
Your sleepiness goes away as soon as you lay down on your bed. Haechan basically grounded you by taking your phone and electronic so you lay humming a random song.
Your thoughts wander away from the song and to the feeling of Haechan’s hands feeling all around you. His sweet but demanding voice driving you crazy every time he gets possessive. You should be mad at him but accepting defeat over some dumb contract.
Jeno’s puppy dog eyes basically crying over your presence…and Jaemin
His lips
deep voice
how sweet and protective he is
imagining him telling you sweet things as he filling you up so good- your hand moves past your waist band finding the sweet spot.
You still have his scent in your nose, the way he looked at you today has you thrusting into your own fingers as you’re having flashbacks to the grunts and panting Jaemin was doing while boxing.
Reaching over for your toys he specifically brought for you. You imagine the pink silicone toy is his tongue. His soft black hair tickling your thighs.
“Y/N i’m back i brought-“ Jisung’s eyes fall in between your your legs “us food” you throw what you have in your hand and cover yourself.
“I thought you were going out” you yell.
“I umm was, I didn’t say all night” Jisung avoids eye contact. “I’ll actually leave your portion in the kitchen. I’ll be in my room” Jisung was trying to be nice and get out of his shell to become your friend. He knew he was going to be in charge of you tonight so he got food for the two of you.
Jisung leaves and you leap for the tiny robot moving around the carpet. You wash your hands and put pants on. You thought he would be gone but he’s still getting his plate.
“Im sorry, I didn’t mean to make that whole thing happen and I umm don’t have a lock. I was too stuck in my thoughts think I would be alert but you took like what 15 minutes which is stupid because we could’ve gone to pick it up before we got home-“ Jisung cuts off your rambling
“I wanted to surprise you with your favorite take out” Jisung pushes the bag towards you.
“Omg you didn’t have to! wait how do you know” you let go of the bag.
“Haechan” Jisung says.
“Oh” you say.
“I am going to my room” Jisung speed walks to his room with his food. Slamming the door and getting upset that his plan failed.
He finishes his food and brings the plate back to the kitchen. You see him sit next to you the bar stools.
“What were you thinking of earlier” Jisung’s question catches you off guard.
“Nothing” you stab your broccoli in circles.
“Would you ever think of me that way” his dark eyes are so innocent but so dangerous looking.
You don’t say anything but look at him. “I knew it” Jisung sighs.
“I didn’t answer yet” you say holding his hand. “I have” you regret saying it but he has been more intriguing than everyone else beside Jaemin and Haechan.
You don’t regret saying it because he’ll expect you to do something, you’re scared because you have to worry about another person catching you. “Can it be our little secret” you hold his other hand and you can feel Jisung’s hand shake underneath. He hasn’t done anything to you- Haechan, Jeno, and Jaemin have
“yee-ss it umm…can be” Jisung didn’t think he’ll get this far due to his friends getting more attention while he stands in the back trying not to take up too much space.
“How big is this secret” your hand goes down to his thigh and inching closer to his imprint. “y/n” Jisung says looking down to your hand, his hair is covering his facial expressions.
“hmm” you run your thumb on top of it. “I’m scared” he grabs your arm.
“Scared of me?” you start to feel guilty.
“No-“ he gets up from his chair “Haechan, Jeno, Jaemin, and what would the rest think of me. Or they might think you’re for everyone. I can’t-“ you corner Jisung against the wall.
“Jisung they aren’t here right now and you know there’s no cameras here since you’re always in that security room. Like I said it can be our little secret” you are on your tippy toes keeping his wrist against the wall.
Your grip release his wrist and you lift up his shirt. His nipples are at your eye level. Your lips hover around his left bud and you suck on it as you’re flicking the right one with your fingers.
Jisung let’s out a moan and his deep voice sends goosebumps all around your skin. You pull him to the couch to sit on his lap.
He takes off his shirt completely, he leans back onto the couch. “Can I kiss you” Jisung asks.
“Not on the lips” you start kissing his neck and down his torso. You get off of him and kneel on the floor, between his legs.
He’s already hard “Can I” your fingers already touching his waistband.
“I’ve never done anything” Jisung whispers.
“I’ll go slow, if anything just yell stop” you pull them down slowly releasing his very long hard veiny cock. Your mouth waters because you’ve never seen it this big, I guess height has to do with it.
Jisung covers his face but you take his arm off “I want to see you” his cheeks turn pink then red as you lick from the base to his tip. Your tongue swirls around tasting the pre cum coming out, the more you hover your mouth- the more he whimpers.
His soft whimpers makes you want to tease him more but seeing how desperate and hard he is- you just don’t have the heart to do it. You begin to pump with your hands and suck on his tip.
Jisung moans out your name in a whisper. “Haechan is going to kill me” he begins to tug on his hair but you take him all in, making him forget about what will happen if we get caught “but it feels so good” his head is tilt back on the couch.
You bob your head faster, making you drool all over. It doesn’t take too long for him to reach his high. Jisung’s large hands find their way to your hair and you get a pulling sensation causing you to moan on his cock.
“y/n” he whimpers “i’m about to” he pulls your hair to get you off of his dick but you grab it and stick out your tongue to swallow the thick warm liquid.
“That was” Jisung tries not to grin ear to ear.
“You’re the biggest one i’ve seen” you wipe your chin and look up at him as he dresses himself again.
“Oh” Jisung is in shock not knowing what to say. You sit next to him and your eyes are focused on his face “You’re so pretty” his apple shaped lips curl up to a smile.
“You don’t have to say that” Jisung tries to contain his happiness over that compliment. He normally isn’t receiving compliments.
“It’s true though” you lay down on the couch and his face shows up hovering over you.
“You’re more” he smiles at you. Now the both of you are giggling at eachother.
Jisung’s phone rings and his smile drops “It’s Haechan. y/n i think he knows” he panics.
“Jisung just answer we are both dressed and in the living room. It’s fine” you answer the facetime call from the phone you snatched from him.
“What do you want” you answer still mad at him.
“Just checking how things are and make sure you aren’t acting up” Haechan says from what it seems to be his office.
“Anything else” you answer back in a monotone voice.
“Why didn’t Jisung answer the phone” Haechan knitts his eyebrows together.
“Don’t you want to see me” you tilt the camera towards your body and he smirks at your comment but then turns serious.
“Don’t be doing that. Hand the phone to him- NOW” you can sense the anger through the phone.
“Jisung we are moving houses. Secret services have been observing our current one. Just pack two suitcases each and the rest the guards will bring with them once they’re done packing for us. Jaemin is on his way back without security so just stay alert on the way to our new location” Haechan does not sound like he is playing.
“Can I wait til Renjun comes back. I am too scared to go without him if there isn’t any guards” Jisung says.
“Motherfucker you can’t be serious dude. What is Renjun going to do” Haechan says.
“I am and he has the most weapons. Plus I can’t do much to help Jaemin. He’s better off taking care of y/n without me. Plus I want to pack my own stuff” Jisung sounds very concerned.
“Fine but renjun will probably be the last person back since he is packing all of the files and taking them with so start packing” Haechan sighs “Pass the phone back to y/n”
“You heard everything i’m assuming?” you nod yes at the phone “Behave, Jaemin is the most trained and alert out of all of them so you’ll be fine. Do not distract him- I know how you can get. Start packing you don’t have much so you’ll be able to fit everything. Tell Jisung to give you some suitcases”
“I will” you’re now worried than you were before.
Jisung gets out all the suitcases from the attic and you manage to fit everything into two suitcases and a duffel bag.
“We won’t go far from here will we?” you still have hope for seeing your best friend Chanhee again.
“No we still have to be close to headquarters” Jisung says.
The door open and Jaemin is back. “Hi baby” Jaemin kisses your forehead “how are you feeling” and then goes to Jisung and does the same.
“Eww” Jisung says and wipes his forehead and you laugh.
“We’ll talk later, I’ll be back with my stuff” Jaemin takes the suitcases in the middle of the living room.
You and Jisung sit down on the couch “I am sorry I didn’t return favor” Jisung says talking about earlier.
“Don’t worry, but if you want to- the offer is there” you smile at him.
“Noted” he laughs awkwardly. “I’m going to go pack if that’s ok?”
“Yeah go ahead” and Jisung leaves.
Jaemin comes out shortly after. “Ready” he extends his arm for you to grab and stand up.
“I guess so” you say.
“Before Haechan gets here” he rolls his eyes. You giggle at his expression.
“He’s not that bad” you follow Jaemin out.
“Did you forget about earlier” Jaemin shuts the door behind him “Get in the car quick, i’ll put the luggage in the trunk” he says opening your door and taking your suitcases.
“You sure? i don’t mind helping” you say.
“I want to plus we don’t have any guards right now since we are on the down low so get in” He whispers to you, and you get in the car.
Once he was done he gets into the driver seat and locks the door. “Don’t be scared but im loading my guns, lift up your blanket and put it over the glove compartment so no one can see” Jaemin takes out a gun from his waist band and one from his leg.
You lift up your pink fluffy blanket up like Jaemin said, as he is loading the guns over your lap. “I’m sorry sweetheart, I should’ve done this before you came in” he rubs your bare thigh.
“It’s ok” you say shifting in your seat after his sudden touch.
His head pops out of your blanket, “they probably think we are doing something else which is perfect” he goes back down and shuffles things around.
“mhmh” is what you managed to get out. The thought of Jaemin doing what he implied and half of his body basically over your lap makes your mind go through millions of thoughts.
Maybe wearing a skirt wasn’t the best option but it is the most casual outfit you have since haechan bought all your clothes which explains why it’s all skirts and dresses.
“I have a small pink gun in here for you, hide it under your skirt” Jaemin sets the cold heavy metal object on you and you slide it under your skirt.
“You match your panties with your outfit. How precious” your eyes pop out after realizing what you did- he saw your laced blue panties that matches your blue skirt.
“I should’ve waited im sorry” you flatten your skirt down.
“Don’t worry darling” Jaemin pops out of the blanket with messy hair onto his face. While he is putting his guns back, you move his hair out of his face.
He grabs your hand and kisses it “Let’s hit the road” then intertwines his hand with yours. “You’ll be ok with me, I promise” his expression is so sincere and caring.
He uses his other hand to back out of the parking lot while his other hand is still holding yours. The butterflies in your stomach are flying around graciously.
a/n
ahhhh i know it’s been so long i’m so sorry! i am still a bit scared releasing this but hopefully you guys enjoy this.
i’ve just been reading like crazy trying to see if it’ll improve my writing. Thank you everyone for being patient with me <3 I finally included the J line in this which was my goal from the start :)
Next part might be the last of this series!!
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Okay time for another small (I hope) analysis on IWTV, mainly the way it's written and its place on current television. I'll try my best to format this so it's not ramblings all over, I promise.
IWTV and plot points
I watched a good amount of television in my time, and one thing I noticed here is the fact that it doesn't hold your hand. It doesn't tell you "hey, this thing x is important, now we will tell again why x is important, now here see x being used, the important thing we talked about so far, did you remember, audience?".
Let's take as an example the "don't drink the blood of the living" thing. It's said to a young Louis (telling also to the audience in the 2nd episode how vampirism in this setting works) and then every time it's brought up it's indirectly (Lestat spitting out the sick man's blood, we see Claudia buying Laudanum and we know what it will be used for, but they don't tell us "Hey, Claudia is planning to poison someone so that Lestat drinks it, because remember audience, dead blood kills them"). Sometimes not only it doesn't hold your hand, but shoves you in a different direction, especially in S2. It contradicts himself, backtracks and then it's up to you to spot it.
For example, attentive viewers may have noticed that Sam was in 2 places at once in the trial, one episode before the actual reveal. It isn't a gotcha they came up with in the finale to give more gravitas to the revelation. When they tell us Lestat mass manipulated the audience, it makes sense for the storyline too because we already saw him do that with the soldiers, we have a previous example to refer to, Armand never used that particular power.
In a time where we see so many social media adopt the "short videos" gimmick, like reels and shorts etc, having a piece of media that references back in this way is super refreshing.
2. Character complexity
Complex characters are the backbone of this show. It's easy to place a character in a box and leave them there. You see it with the stereotype of the villain, the best friend, the hero. Some tv shows may have the character shift into a different box, but it's almost never permanent (think of the times where a hero gets corrupted by the Evil Power, but then reverts back to their hero status after Defeating the Evil Power because they remembered the Power of Friendship).
We have Louis, well meaning vampire who is capable of horrible deeds when pushed to the brink. Lestat, who feels so much to the point it hurts the people around him. Armand, whose trauma and fear bring out the need to control, but at the same time he needs to do that without actually controlling. They are all these things at the same time, and it's impossible to see them in a black and white perspective.
3. Details
A line almost always has its parallels to another line in the show, gazes always mean something, props are detailed and shown (I made a post looking at Daniel's notes in 2x05, which were shown for a second only, but you can also think about Claudia's diaries, all handwritten, or the astonishing amount of folders that were in Daniels computer from the Talamasca. That is all prop work done to be shown for a few seconds at most).
4. Analysis
This is more of a fandom thing than the show itself, but I was suprised by the amount of deep analysis that people here on Tumblr did (but also on other social media). Long essays on the meaning of a scene, or on the many many topics the show brings to light (the fallacy of memory, the impact of trauma, the meaning of free will and agency).
Similarly lots of people said that the show brought them back the urge to start creating, whether it's gifs, video essays, edits, fanart, fics, what have you. I started going back to Tumblr after years (last time I was here was during S4 of Sherlock).
And I feel like this is only possible if you give your audience something to work with, something to talk about and to dissect, rather than simple "entertainment".
5. Final thoughts
Of course, this isn't to say IWTV is error free, all perfect, without flaws. Nor is it the only one that has had this amount of labor and impact. But it's still miles ahead from most media we have available at the moment in my opinion, and I really hope its success brings other showrunners or directors to want to try and dare, to trust in their audience, to avoid shortcuts and to pour love in their creation.
If you got this far, I just want to thank you for taking the time to read my ramblings again! Have a cute Louis as a reward, and see you next time :)
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please tell me all about your zosan pony verse i love them!
Oh my god it would be an honour! I'll start off by mentioning that the reason I chose Sanji as a pegasus was I see his more flamboyant personality fitting that better and i just could not imagine a horse wielding 3 swords without some sort of help so I tinkered how unicorn magic works slightly with it being more closely related to mental and physical strength rather than just being a sort of cheat code haha! Also it was fun imagining a more brutish unicorn compared to the usual elegance of one! Zoro did in fact lose his horn with his first meeting of Mihawk! I was debating making him lose it when he lost his eye but I felt like him dedicating himself even more to training and meditation to make up for what he's lost fit better with it occurring much earlier on than randomly off screen like his eye. Sanji also witnessing him lose his horn yet still declare his loyalty and never losing a fight again would push Sanji to join the crew since he cant fly Sanji, like I said, can't fly mostly related to a) the deformed genes from the poison and b) his wings were bound down when he was a kid by Judge while he was imprisoned much like how he had the helmet on. While their growth wasn't affected, having no prior training on top of the messed up genes means as much as he can do with "flying" is gliding off of tall places or high up but even then that's limited. His "sky walk" is still done with his legs like in the original, so while he can technically "fly", he can't feel the wind between his wings like he normally should for having wings and so he often enjoys spreading his wings out on windy days to ease the desire of "freedom"! He uses his wings primarily as he would hands now, using them to carry food and dishes out and express emotions with them, and absolutely hates having them constricted (it begins to freak him out slightly). Sanji then learnt to use his legs (mostly his back ones) for fighting from Zeff (whom im still debating lost a leg or a wing) and the rest is history! These two still bicker and are the exact same as they are in the original, just with the bonus addition of them bonding over them missing their core "features" of their kind, a broken horn and useless wings. They never ever bring these aspects up in a way to offend/insult the other, as they know they're both rather sensitive topics, but they both use what they've lost to their advantage and dont let any of it hold them back Some more unique quirks they have now are:
Sanji preens/grooms his feathers a LOT and takes a lot of care with them. These days (20's), he's allowed Zoro to preen him when he can't from injuries, and Zoro is good with it/surprisingly gentle after learning from Kuina
Unicorns usually rub/touch horns gently in a comforting manner between family or extremely close (wink wink) others, and butting heads/clashing is more aggressive (which is why zosan often bump heads when arguing). As a trade off for the preening Sanji will often gently touch his head to Zoro's as thanks, or when he's in a particularly bad spot (be it physically or mentally) as a way to comfort him without words being needed to be said. Sanji doesn't know the more romantic connotations of it <3
Sanji tends to "fluff up" during preening as subconsciously finding it extremely relaxing and pleasing and Zoro pokes fun at him for it a little but not too much to avoid scaring him away
40 year old Zosan here has Sanji much more comfortable asking Zoro for a preen or "demanding for it" and Zoro finds it "so annoying" but does it anyway (theyre grossly in love)
Sanji will tease Zoro for being so "brute" as a unicorn, and Zoro teases Sanji for being a "dumb peacock"
Sorry for so much of a ramble haha they're just so much fun to work with, and included a couple sketches to kind of go along with things and explore other characters! If you (or anyone) has any other questions I'll be happy to answer ❤️ (sorry if some of this doesnt make sense haha)
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