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starter for: @leylayilmz location: everything goes
Marco was kicking himself the entire walk over to Everything Goes. He knew full well it had been too long since he'd checked in on Leyla. But part of him had subconsciously avoided the interaction because Leyla was too good at reading him. She'd see right through any bullshit explanation he tried to give for why he'd been in such a funk lately and Marco wasn't sure he was ready to explain the inner turmoil Cali was wreaking on his heart just yet.
But after a couple weeks of casual check in texts, Marco knew staying away at this point was ridiculous. So psyching himself up to be not let any emotions show on his face whatsoever, he pushed open the door, the bell overhead signalling his entrance to the cafe. Moving towards the bar, he immediately spotted the familiar head of brown hair he was looking for. "Umm ma'am, are you sure these blueberry muffins are up to code?" he asked, feigning his most generic, professional voice.
#interaction: leyla#( ft. leyla yilmaz )#SORRY THIS IS SO BEYOND OVERDUE#let's pretend he's not all sweaty lol
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You know what would be a good add for you yan bat fam fic? We refer to our father as Bruce! We donât call him dad or wtv we call him by his name sense we donât see him as a dad!
I can just imagine the heartbreak look on Wayneâs face!! Ooo even better if we call him by his last name!
a/n: this !! it's already hinted at during chapter one that you literally despise writing bruce wayne as your father in legal documents and even hated him to the point of changing your last name back to your mother's after your eighteenth birthday. the angst potential was stated in this drabble so it's something i had already expanded on but i love talking about my plans for the story so yk. this is basically the reader disowning their own father LMAO. p.s. one of the paragraphs here would be used for the next chapter !!
bruce knows that you have every right to not even refer to him as your fatherâ he is way beyond unworthy to be called "dad" or "father" or any parental name you had in mind. but he wishes you have a sliver of love to even refer to him as "bruce" like your other siblings would call him.
but no, the world always has something else in mind.
"sorry, mr. wayne. but i am not your child, and will never see myself as one. and you? you will never be my dad."
your heartless tone, the way you look at him like he wasn't your father, but a mere stranger. maybe in your mind, he was just a sperm donor for your mother, and he knows he would only amount to that, seeing as how he wasn't even there for when you were born; not acknowledging your existence for five years and simply taking you in when your mother had left you, then forgetting about you againâ
it's now that it isn't batman who has gone too far but bruce wayne. your supposed father, the man who should've been there for you, to nourish your growth, watching you as you accomplish all the great things in the world.
he was supposed to be the man who should've kissed your wounds away whenever you go out to the park with him to play. he should've been the man who would sit on the crowded bleachers to watch you perform on a talent show. he was supposed to be the father who would hold you close to your chest as you cry about your first heartbreak, about your overdue projects, about the bullies in the school.
but he wasn't that father for you. and now, you seek love and attention from people who weren't even family. because they had failed you, he had failed you.
it reminds him of all the times he was left brooding alone, in the manor as he forces himself to remember the scene of his parents dying all over and over again.
yet it was you, his precious baby, that he had lost. not physically, but emotionally and spiritually.
he doesn't want to lose hope at any instance for redemption but fuck, he doesn't want to delude himself into thinking you would easily forgive and forget.
but damn it all, because he would have nothing to lose to show you just how much he loves you. and he will, he will spoil you rotten to the core, he'll give you the entire world if that meant he would hear you would call him your "dad" just for once.
#đš... yael's talking#đ§... yael's misc.#series: again & again#yandere dc#yandere batfam#yandere bruce wayne#yandere batman#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x y/n#yandere x you#yandere x gn reader#yandere x male reader#platonic yandere#this is me warming up to write for the next chapter hehe
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hii!! i rlly like your writing and was wondering if you could do a request ? remus (or wolfstar ) x reader where its like posthogwarts and she went to a diff wizarding school and the wizard thing was hush hush cuz she was a muggle, but then one day she like accidentally uses magic and they were like â omg wait whatâ and like yeah. anyways pls feel free to ignore this its a very odd request LMAO. thank you so so much for taking the time to read this !!! (im sorry if this sounds weird i dk how to talk to ppl) ok bye đ«¶
this was a very cute prompt! thank you so much for your request and your patience in my writing it!
poly!wolfstar x fem!reader who they believe to be a muggle [1.8k words]
CW: fear of werewolf prejudice, fear of muggle born prejudice, I also included a line in French and you can find the translation at the bottom of the work
Sirius knew that they were, perhaps, being a little bit selfish by keeping such a big secret from you.
Statute of Secrecy be damned, they were well beyond the point in your relationship where they could have (and likely should have) told you that he and Remus were wizards (oh, and, while weâre at it, Remus turns into a beast once a month so thereâs that, too).Â
And while their friends all suspected it was Remus who was hesitant to tell you the truth on account of his lycanthropy, it had actually been Sirius who kept procrastinating the long overdue conversation.
But Sirius had to admit that he was very scared to tempt fate, because meeting you had been a complete fluke and he wasnât willing to muck it up by scaring you off. How many times in one life did someone get the chance to meet a perfect angel?
Sirius had already met Remus which felt like nothing short of destiny, and then they met you, and that felt prophetic. And who was Sirius to mess with the prophecy?Â
âYou cannot chicken out tonight.â Remus muttered as Sirius rapped on your door, earning him an indignant scoff from his boyfriend.Â
âIâve never once chickened out in my entire life, thank you very much. Thatâs why I was sorted into Gryffindor.â
Remus merely snorted. âSure, thatâs why this is our seventh attempt at breaking the news, yeah?â
Sirius refused to look at Remus before banging (slightly louder) on your door once more before you finally opened up.
Gods you were so bloody beautiful; smiling like you couldnât physically be any happier that your two boys were here, eyes excited and bright and so full of love and fuck sakes he couldnât do it.
âHey dove.â Remus greeted for the both of them, seeing as Siriusâ brain was short circuiting on account of your beauty and loveliness, pressing a kiss to your hairline and all but shoving Sirius past the threshold of your door. âIt smells amazing, what are you making?â
Your smile seemed to grow impossibly brighter at the praise. âA vegetable bake! Itâs sort of Mediterranean, and Iâm making pasta to go with it.â You explained excitedly, and Sirius honestly felt like he was going to start overflowing with the amount of fondness he had for you.
âYou going to say hello to our girl, Siri? Or are you just going to keep staring at her?â Remus taunted as he walked further into your flat to place the flowers he was carrying for you in a vase - the routine of bringing you bouquets every time they visited so practised that he knew where to find your vases.Â
âOf course, gorgeous. Sorry for being rude.â He murmured as he pulled you into his chest and breathed you in. âYouâve got to stop answering the door looking so bloody beautiful; I completely forget myself.â
You giggled into his chest and then leaned on your tiptoes to press a chaste kiss to his lips that he - the selfish bastard - didnât find nearly enough before he pulled you into a second deeper, lingering kiss.Â
âItâs good to see you, Sirius.âÂ
Sirius sighed happily - because really, it was even better to see you - as he shuffled the two of you towards the kitchen Remus was now fussing in.Â
âBeautiful!â You cheered as Remus positioned the bouquet in the middle of your kitchen island; and Sirius could see the mischief in Remusâ eyes even if you couldnât.
âJust like you, dove.â
And, quite possibly one of their favourite sights, they watched you turn bashful as you opted to fuss with the arrangement instead of looking at either of them.Â
âListen, sweetheart, we were wondering if perhaps before we eat, we could chat with you about something?â Remus decided to rip the bandaid, and Sirius wanted to hex him for the way your body tensed and you looked at him with what appeared to be mild horror.
âOh- uhm, okay, yeah, sure thatâs⊠thatâs fine.â You stuttered as you moved to the kitchen table to take a seat, both boys following obediently.Â
Sirius watched as Remus moved last week's bouquet - which Sirius had secretly cast a stasis charm over so that they would last longer - out of the centre of the table and closer to Sirius so that they could both have a better view of you.Â
âIsâŠeverything okay?â You asked cautiously as you fiddled with the sleeve of your shirt. Sirius wanted to throw up.Â
âOf course, dovey.â Remus assured you, though it was Siriusâ thigh he gave a comforting squeeze under the table. âWe just know that weâve been seeing each other for a while now, and weâve grown to care about you quite a lot- you know that, right?â
Sirius watched as the divot between your brows only deepened as you nodded hesitantly. âSo much, gorgeous; we care about you so much.â He insisted when it didnât look like you truly believed them.Â
âBut we just, well, we havenât been completely honest with you, is all. And now that weâre at this point in our relationship, weâŠwe feel like we owe it to you to be honest.â Remus continued, clearly beginning to feel just as out of his depth as Sirius was.Â
Your face fell completely blank, though Sirius could tell you were still tugging nervously at your shirt sleeve.
âBaby, I swear this isnât bad, we- I rather think Iâm in love with you, and-â
But as Sirius went to reach his hand over to rub at your arm in a way he hoped to be comforting, he ended up knocking over the vase stationed in front of him.
It didnât break, thank Merlin, but it did topple over before Sirius could catch it and the water poured over the table.
Remus went to stand quickly to avoid being soaked, but no sooner had he pushed his chair away from the table was the vase floating towards you and the water completely vanished.Â
Not looking at the boys in front of you, you righted the vase and repositioned the florals to your liking before looking up at Remus who was now standing and staring at you owlishly, and Sirius who was gaping at you from his seat.
âDid you just-â Sirius started, voice no more than a whisper, but was quickly cut off by the sound of a timer in the kitchen.
You waved your hand in that direction mindlessly before sinking back despondently in your chair and staring down at your lap, the timer silent.
âY/N.â Remus rasped. âDid- was thatâŠare you a witch?âÂ
You appeared to flinch as if youâd just realised what youâd done before you looked up; all colour seemingly draining from your face.
âWhat? I-â You started with a nervous chuckle. âI donât know what youâre talking about? Thereâs no such thing as witchesâŠâ
But Sirius knew what he saw, the first could have been an accident - a trick of the mind - but the second act of magic was all the confirmation he needed.
Silently, Remus summoned the vase of flowers towards him before charming them to dance to imaginary music, plucking one from its stem and turning it gold before reaching across the table to put it behind your ear as you gaped at him.Â
âYouâreâŠa wizard?â You whispered in disbelief.Â
At that, Sirius stood and spun, turning into Padfoot and panting excitedly at your feet as his tail whacked against the table leg with every wag.
A wet laugh escaped you before either boy realised you were wiping your eyes.
âOh my gods?âÂ
âAwe, dovey.â Remus cooed as he moved over to Siriusâ chair so he could take your hands in his. âDonât cry.â
âIs this what you guys were going to tell me?â You asked cautiously, hopefully.Â
Padfoot melted back into Sirius, but he stayed kneeling at your feet as he rubbed soothing stripes up and down your calf. âYes, baby; this was it.â He assured you. âIâm sorry we scared you.â
âSo, that boarding school you went to in France?â Remus asked with an arched eyebrow.
âBeauxbatons.â You confirmed with a nod of your head. âAnd your boarding school in Scotland?â
âHogwarts.â The two boys chorused, and you all let out a chuckle.
âItâs almost embarrassing that didnât give it away right there.â You laughed breathlessly.Â
âSince weâre, uh, being honest about stuffâŠâ Remus continued, trailing off awkwardly as he shared a grimace with Sirius. âIâm also, well, Iâm also a werewolf.âÂ
âOh.â You breathed quietly.Â
Sirius held his breath as he watched you consider this before you nodded your head decisively.Â
âIâm muggleborn.âÂ
Sirius and Remus shared a quick look before Remus let out a disbelieving chuckle. âIs that- âŠwhat?â
âBaby, are you trading that information like we might think thatâs a negative?â Sirius teased you lightly.Â
âI suppose it depends on who you askâŠâ You whispered, and both boys softened.Â
âNot us, dove.â Remus offered. âGood.â You smiled at him. âThen me too.â
âIs that really how you feel about it? About me?â Remus asked quietly.Â
âNo, itâs not how I feel about you.â You denied. âJ'ai l'impression de tomber trĂšs amoureux de toi.â You admitted shyly, and Sirius couldnât be held responsible for the mortifying cooing sound that resonated from the back of his throat.Â
He grabbed your face roughly and started peppering you with kisses: âhowâ, a kiss, âdid weâ, a kiss, âmanage to findâ, another kiss, âthe most brilliant and beautiful witchâ, kiss kiss kiss, âin the whole world?âÂ
You were giggling and trying - not very hard, mind you - to pull away from Siriusâ ministrations when you stilled and let out a gasp.
âWhat?â Both boys paused.
âSupper!â You nearly shrieked as you went flying into the kitchen, muttering to yourself in French as you turned off the stove top and fussed with various pots and dishes.Â
âI am so unbelievably in love with her.â Remus murmured, eyes glued to your form as you danced through the kitchen.Â
Sirius scoffed as he leaned against his boyfriend with his arms crossed, feigning nonchalance. âI canât believe you were so scared to tell her.â
Sirius didnât need to look at Remus to know he was glaring at him; he could feel it.
But he also felt his heart grow three sizes when you turned to look at both of them with a beaming smile and a steaming dish in front of you, completely unphased that one of your boyfriends was a werewolf even though as a witch you knew exactly what that meant. And not only were you unphased, but you were still falling in love with them regardless.
Sirius had admittedly been very scared to tempt fate, because meeting you had been a complete fluke and he didnât want to muck it up by scaring you off. Because really, how many times in one life did someone get the chance to meet a perfect angel?
If meeting Remus had been destiny, meeting you was prophetic; and who was Sirius to mess with the prophecy?
(translation: I feel like Iâm very much falling in love with you).
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Episode 24: Trade Deal
spencer reid/gn!reader
i started this bc i was ill and feeling sorry for myself and it turned into a very not to me not if itâs you kind of vibe, mostly bc i frankensteined a couple of my favourite translations of That Scene so they could have their own versionđ„°đ„°
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word count: 1.5k // warnings: reader has a cold and all the grossness that comes with it, spencer is so Cuteâąïž it causes me physical pain
summary: In which Spencer Reid, known germaphobe, pretends he doesnât know exactly how many pathogens have made their home in your sinuses.
It starts with a scratchy throat on a Tuesday morning.
You donât think much of it, blame it on seasonal allergies, knock back a multivitamin - youâre not about to be bested by a cough of all things. That is, until it gets to Friday afternoon. Youâre trying, you really are. Your immune system has other plans.
âYou stay right there, Patient Zero.â
Rossiâs comment would be funny if you didnât think that laughing might trigger a coughing fit that could very well be the end of you, right there in the doorway of Hotchâs office. Thatâd be one hell of an epitaph - too stubborn to take a sick day, choked to death in bossâs office. Hotch, at least, already seems to know why youâre hovering.
âIâm-â
âGoing home, I hope.â He interrupts you with all the fondness of a concerned father. You donât have the energy to argue, or to hold up an unaffected front. The men standing by the window soften a little as they watch you visibly deflate. Dave promises to send you his Nonnaâs minestrone recipe, thereâs nothing it canât cure; right now, though, youâre only thinking about your bed.
The well wishes follow you through the bullpen, old wives tales and family cures that have never failed. JJ tells you to sweeten your tea with honey, Derek swears that a hot water bottle on your back will work magic. Even Emily pipes up from behind her germ shield, the folder held across her face so you can only see her eyes, and tells you to take a hot shower first thing in the morning - the steam will clear you out for the day. Thereâs a chorus of agreement, or disagreement youâre not sure. Itâs a struggle to hear much over the cotton wool in your ears.
âWeâll see, with any luck Iâll die in my sleep. Love you!â You sniffle as you back out of the office, feeling all kinds of sorry for yourself, and determined to make it as far as you can without touching anything. Lest you actually start the next plague.
Spencer watches you go, shuffling backwards out of the office and turning towards the elevators. Heâd elected not to add his own suggestions to the plethora of options supplied by the rest of the team. Unable to focus on much beyond just how tired you look. Youâve been fighting this thing all week, heâd passed over his own supply of hand sanitiser only that morning when you ran out. Ultimately, you put up a good fight, but thereâs no cure for a virus. It just has to run its course. Just like his own feelings.
Okay, maybe he shouldnât be comparing a virus to whatever it is he feels for you. Has felt, will feel - if thereâs an end to this tunnel, he canât see it yet.
âWhat about you, Spence?â
JJâs voice pulls him from his thoughts before he can start spiralling down that particular hole. It takes him a moment to recall what theyâd been chattering about before your long overdue exit - drinks, right. Yeah, thatâs not happening.
âIâm busy, actually.â He shrugs, content to miss out on one night in favour of the plan currently coming to fruition in his mind. They wonât miss him too much.
âBusy? You werenât busy when we talked about it last week.â Emily makes no effort to conceal her surprise. To be fair to them, itâs not like him to blow them off. Thereâs just something thatâs come up, something decidedly you shaped, thatâs far more important.
âYeah, I forgot. Sorry.â
Spencer doesnât miss the look that JJ and Emily share, he doesnât miss the eyebrow that Derek raises in his direction. He simply chooses to ignore them.
At least the walk to your apartment is short, thereâs still heat leeching from the plastic bag around Spencerâs wrist as he fumbles with his keys. Youâd given him a bright pink key cap, so heâd know which one was yours, as if he wouldnât know anyway. Eidetic or not, thatâs one he would have committed to memory. The excuse had been because he was helping you out whilst you were down an arm, takedown gone wrong, youâd dislocated your shoulder. And then youâd insisted he keep it, because someone should have your spare key, and heâs the least likely of the lot of you to lose it.
He thinks you might be asleep at first, open plan living area lit only by a salt lamp and a set of fairy lights draped over your kitchen window, itâs cosy. And then you appear in the bedroom doorway, wrapped in a jewel toned blanket. The low light is forgiving, but Spencer would be able to spot the bags under your eyes from a mile away. Without his glasses.
âI brought noodles.â He says as he turns back to set the steaming bag on your kitchen counter.
âIâm so gross right now.â As if to demonstrate your point, another cough racks your body. You just about manage to catch it under the swathes of blanket clutched in your fingers, but at least he canât claim youâre not truly disgusting in this moment.
âI donât mind.â
Youâre so set on denying him entry that you donât even really register what he said - Spencer Reid doesnât mind that youâre ill. He doesnât mind. A younger, healthier version of you would swoon. You might anyway, although thatâs probably the vertigo talking.
âYouâll get sick.â Your rebuttal is weak, resolve crumbling. Warm noodles do sound pretty good right now.
âWill you let me help you, please?â Itâs the firmest heâs ever been with you. No room for argument, doctorâs orders. So you have to relent. Not that you have much of a choice, heâs already pottering about in your kitchen in search of bowls. As if he doesnât remember where they are.
âDid you get me a number three?â Your voice is brighter than heâs heard it all week.
âWith extra toppings, of course.â
And those extra toppings go down a treat, of course they do.
Spencer watches you carefully as you eat - usually heâd be a little more subtle about it, but thereâs not a lot that could pull your attention away from the bowl in your hands. Youâre cross legged on the couch, blanket bunched around your middle, happy as a clam. Something his mother would say. He wonders what else she might say, what she might think about the abandonment of his germaphobia. Convenient, probably. Diana would say it with a raised eyebrow and a sly smile, the one thatâs just for him. She has always liked you.
He promises heâll be back tomorrow, once dishes are washed and leftovers are tucked neatly in your fridge, to make sure you get that hot shower Emily mentioned. The steam will definitely help, heâs read about it. Arguing with him would be pointless. You donât have the energy, heâd only show up anyway, and itâs kind of nice to feel looked after. Spencerâs never failed to make you feel like that. Youâre far too delirious to start thinking about that, not while heâs still standing in front of you at least. So you let him tuck you into bed, let him leave a glass of water on the table, let him dote. Pretending is a comfort when you feel as awful as you do. Youâre already drifting off before heâs even ready to leave, content enough in your bed with the sound of him in the other room. Just, tinkering.
The sound of your front door opening rouses you the next morning, just about. Just enough to raise your head from your pillow and witness the sorry sight in your bedroom doorway.
Spencerâs trying - key word, trying - to suppress his sniffles, but the red rimmed eyes and tissue clutched in his fist give him away. Itâs impossible to keep the sad little smile off of your face.
âOh no.â You reach out a tired arm to pat the space beside you. Thereâs enough room for the two of you in amongst the blankets, and Spencerâs so far gone that he doesnât even argue. His shoes and bag find a home at the foot of your bed as he lets himself collapse into the nest youâve built. Tension leeches out of his body the moment he hits the mattress.
You have to lean across him to get your phone, right arm outstretched over his back - you can feel the heat rising off of him through his sweater and yours. Fever, thatâs day two. Which means he spent yesterday evening taking care of you whilst he began to feel worse and worse. Softie.
âEgg or no egg?â
Thereâs an affirmative grunt from where his face is buried in your blankets. Egg it is, then. You dial the number mostly from memory, elbow still resting on his shoulder blade when you put the phone to your ear. You feel a little better than you did, but dragging yourself to the front door is still probably all youâll be capable of today. At least you wonât be suffering alone. The line rings for a moment, then clicks, and a grainy hello sounds from the other side.
âHi, can I place a breakfast order for delivery, please?â
iâm stuck on which chapter to work on next, do we want angst or yearning or fun flirty activities????đ§Ą
#the canyouniverse#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x you#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid#criminal minds#lou is writing
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im nayeon x fem!reader
summary: thereâs no point in hiding, she already knows.
cw: hs!au, smuttt, mentions of killing, cursing, nayeon is soso jealous, men dni
wc: 2.7k
a/n: this took forever to come out iâm sorry!! but jealous/possessive/toxic nayeon.. i need youâŠ
âwait, so youâve never gone anywhere without letting her know first?â, your friend was appalled at hearing how nayeon kept tabs on you at all times.
âno, never. i always have to call her first and tell her exactly where iâm going and when iâm gonna be back home. itâs fucking ridiculous.â
you were beyond frustrated with your girlfriendâs possessive nature and borderline stalking.
âwell.. except for today.â
âholy shit?? she doesnât know youâre here? what if she kills you..â your friendâs eyes widen at her sudden realization, âwhat if she kills me??â, she points at herself and watches as you smack your forehead and lean back against her couch, cackling at her ridiculous question.
âmia, sheâs not gonna kill you, relax. sheâs just a little protective.â
honestly you were trying to convince both her and yourself. there was always a small possibility that your girlfriend could actually kill somebody.
you knew how carried away she got when it came to you.
â
nayeon was the captain of the cheer team. the popular superstar who ran the social scene at school. she was always getting hit on by random boys and no matter how many times she rejected them, they always came back desperate for more.
people basically kissed the ground she walked on, willing to do anything to please her and make her fall for them. it was an honor to get even a second of im nayeonâs attention.
you however, couldnât care less even if she was in the same class as you.
in your 6th period physics class, being able to have nayeon as a lab partner was like a dream come true. boys would swarm her desk like bees immediately at the mention of a partner lab, but you never understood the big deal behind it.
of course you thought nayeon was pretty.
her daily pinked-out outfits, perfectly styled hair, not too heavy makeup, and the skin-tight cheer uniform she wore every friday. everything she wore accentuated her proportions insanely.
she was beautiful, but losing your mind over her like everyone else was just pointless to you.
you had one person you were willing to be friends with out of the whole class. mia.
she was just like you. normal and not nayeon obsessed. the two of you always stayed towards the back of the room and kept to yourselves. nayeon noticed that.
well more specifically, nayeon noticed you.
she noticed the way your hair was always a little messy, your oversized shirts always had a little wrinkle to them, your pants were always too baggy, and your worn out converse were caked in with dirt and childhood memories.
she could fix you.
when nayeon first approached you about her overdue homework in the halls, you acted as if she was bothering you instead of granting you the privilege of her presence. it wasnât the usual interaction she would have with somebody.
unlike the rest of the school, you were the only one able to make eye contact with her and not fold in half.
for the first time, nayeon could have a genuine conversation with someone without being treated like a celebrity.
you were special to her. and she wanted you all to herself.
when you two started dating, word spread around like wildfire. everyone wanted you dead.
the football team threatened you everyday, calling you a lowlife loser and confidently describing the ways they would steal nayeon away from you.
itâs not like you were worried about nayeon being âstolenâ from you. it was bound to happen given her popularity. but nobody knew that it was actually nayeon who was worried about you being stolen from her.
she was terrified of losing the one person who could actually love her for who she is and not just what she looks like.
nayeon was worried about one person in particular. your friend, mia. you were always oblivious to the fact that she had a slight thing for you.
the subtle touches here and there, the way she complimented you, the way she looked at you. it was all just platonic to you, but to nayeon, she was a threat.
now imagine how she feels when she finds out youâre suddenly at miaâs house. alone with her.
â
there was a random movie playing in the background while you both sat on the couch sharing a blanket, talking about your girl problems.
mia listened to you with a heavy heart, knowing she could definitely treat you better than nayeon can.
âis she just protective or is she crazy..? i mean you deserve to go places without her knowing your whereabouts 24/7 right? itâs your life, you can do whatever you want. if i was your girlfriend, i wouldnât be so fucking insane.â, mia was disappointed at how long youâve had to put up with this.
âhey, sheâs not insane okay, itâs all just new to her.. the whole authenticity thing with another person. she doesnât know how to handle it yet.â
you were slightly offended at miaâs harsh words about your girlfriend, but you agreed with her nonetheless. it was draining having to constantly tell nayeon where you were all the time.
a sudden buzz on your phone made you jump and freeze at the fear of facing your reality.
nayeonie đ 1m ago iâm outside.
âwhat is it, y/n?â mia asked with a hint of concern in her tone, seeing how your demeanor changed.
âsheâs.. outside.â, your heart dropped reading your girlfriendâs text, scrambling your brain together to figure out how she tracked you down.
âwhat do you mean sheâs outside??â
âi donât fucking know, mia. okay?! she just found out somehow, and now sheâs fucking here.â, you didnât mean to yell at her, but your anxiety overtook you.
âi have to go.â
you threw the knitted blanket off your legs and grabbed your bag, racing out the door without saying another word.
nayeonâs car was parked along the curb and her almost illegally tinted windows blocked you from seeing her face.
you slowly walked towards her car, clutching your belongings tightly. a weak attempt at stopping your heart from beating out of your chest.
when nayeon was angry, it was like a flipped switch. she became explosive and aggressive.
but surprisingly, when you opened the door, nayeon kept her eyes straight ahead. she didnât say a word to you. she had her left arm hanging loosely over the top of the steering wheel, and her right hand gripping the gearshift, fingers tapping a frantic beat.
you were afraid to break the silence. the atmosphere was suffocating and filled with nayeonâs concealed, but obvious irritation.
âhow.. how did you know where i was?â, your leg bouncing restlessly and your voice hoarse from nervousness.
nayeon didnât respond and that only worried you even more. usually she would be screaming in your face about something like this, but today? pure silence.
ânay.. answer me? please?â, you turned to look at your girlfriend and saw her stoic expression. you hated this. you would rather just hear her go off on you instead.
âiâm sorry for not telling you, okay? i just needed some space.â
nayeon slammed down on the brakes and your whole body jerked forward. your mouth fell open, shocked and unable to form any words. you were just glad it was a secluded road with no cars behind.
âspace? you just needed some fucking space?â
nayeon stared daggers into your soul, her eyes darkened by her jealousy.
she pulled over to the gravelly side of the road, taking her key out and clicking off her seatbelt.
somehow she appeared on your right side in the blink of an eye, yanking the door open and forcefully grasping your arm.
nayeon peeled you out of the seat, simultaneously opening the backseat door with one hand. she guided you forward until you reached the perfect spot for her to shove you down into the hard leather.
you winced at her roughness and caressed your head in pain, composing yourself enough to sit up and scoot yourself back against the window.
âthought you could just go to some other bitchâs house and i wouldnât find out hm?â nayeon slid into the seat behind the passengerâs and slammed her car door shut.
she was smiling like an absolute psychopath. her face contrasted her words drastically between her soft tone and bared teeth.
âwas the âspaceâ you needed in her bed? huh? needed some space between your fucking legs?â
nayeon surveyed the skimpy clothes you wore, messing with the thin fabric of your skirt.
âyou even dressed up all nice and pretty for her baby. you were tempting her werenât you? hm? just wanted her to see all your pretty parts?â
nayeon rubbed her warm hands along the length of your legs to the insides of your thighs, squeezing them lightly on the way up.
âplease can we just talk about this, nay. i donât wanna fuck right now.â, you were trying so hard to fight back the urge to give in when you felt your girlfriendâs hand get dangerously close to your clit.
nayeon hummed and moved her hands up to your waist, rubbing her thumbs over whatever was exposed from your tight crop top.
âbut thereâs nothing to talk about, is there, pretty girl? you knew this would happen. you knew i would find you.â
nayeon moved to the middle of the seat and grabbed your legs, pulling you over to straddle her lap. her hands flew to your ass, rubbing and grabbing at your flesh under your skirt, making you whine.
ânayeon, iâm serious. iâve never told you miaâs address before, youâre fucking scaring me.â, your hands wrapped freely around her neck, feeling her warmth radiating against your fingertips. your faces were impossibly close together in her cramped car and your lips grazed each other faintly.
she smiled at you again. âi have my ways, sweetheart.â, nayeon leaned in to kiss you, but you pulled away.
âiâm not giving you anything until you talk to me.â
you werenât going to deny the fact that you were unbelievably horny right now, you just wanted to clear the air beforehand.
âi donât think you have much of a choice in this position, angel.â
throwing your head back in annoyance was a bad idea.
nayeon took that opportunity to attack your pulse point with her soft lips and wet tongue.
her arms held your body tight against her, locking you in with no escape.
your whiny moans only gave nayeon the primal urge to nip and suck on your perfume soaked skin.
she kissed her way down your throat to bite the point of your shoulder and ran her tongue back up to your ear, whispering in a deep, raspy voice that sent chills down your spine.
âgâna mark you all up for that desperate little bitch to see exactly who you belong to.â
bruises and bite marks immediately formed on every inch of your neck, evidence of your girlfriendâs sadistic message to mia.
nayeon shifted her hand underneath your skirt and palmed your pussy through the damp fabric of your cotton panties, cooing and mocking you for being turned on by her teasing.
she kept one arm wrapped around your lower back, her middle finger tracing circles lightly around your clothed clit.
soft moans escaped your lips and you found yourself subconsciously grinding against nayeonâs hand.
âaw, is my pretty baby getting all needy for me? does she need me to fuck her that bad?â
you nodded your head and whined in nayeonâs ear, trying your best to sound as sweet as possible.
nayeonâs lips made contact with your neck again, sinking her teeth into your flesh, driving you absolutely crazy.
she quickly moved your panties to the side, giving herself free reign to make you feel good.
she ran her fingers through your slit a couple times before inserting herself inside you slowly.
nayeonâs fingers were long. everytime you compared hand sizes, the length of them next to yours triggered the most sinful thoughts in your mind. the way she could palm your full asscheek with one grab drove you crazy with need.
the tips of her two fingers kissed the deepest part of your cervix when she bottomed out inside of you. she kept her movements still and allowed you some time to adjust to her length.
you let out a drawn out moan and brought your own hand down to grab at nayeonâs wrist.
nayeon pulled out of you slowly, staring at you with nothing but lust in her eyes.
when she left your pussy feeling empty, you mewled and gave her your best puppy eyes, pleading for her to continue fucking you with her stupidly long fingers.
âplease.. just fuck me already, please baby, âneed you..â, your hips chased her fingers in search of your own pleasure, but to no avail. nayeon just tsked at you and gripped your hip to stop you from squirming.
âyou know what i want, sweet girl.â
it took you a moment to realize what she was asking for, but you quickly remembered how much nayeon liked to watch you fuck yourself on her fingers.
you nodded and sank yourself down slowly onto nayeonâs digits, keeping eye contact with her the whole time. you forced your eyes to stay open, letting out short, breathy moans.
âthatâs it baby, thatâs my girl.â, nayeon praised you as you moved your hips in a rhythm, riding her fingers and pressing your forehead against hers.
âjust keep looking pretty like this for me. fuck.. all for me. youâre all mine, right baby?â
your eyes were squeezed shut, but you could tell that nayeonâs gaze never left yours. her tongue running across her lips, licking them to keep herself together.
she helped you out by thrusting her fingers in sync with your movements, matching your pace. your clit landed perfectly on her flexed palm every time you lowered your core back down.
âyes, fuck- âm all yours nay- only yours.â
nayeon could tell you were getting close when she felt your walls tightening around her and your pace getting sloppier.
âyeah? you mean that?â
âmhm, fuck- nobody else can fuck me like this. god, you feel too good-â
you were so, so close to cumming. the built up pleasure in you was ready to release, but nayeon had a different idea in mind.
hearing you reaffirm that you were hers made it incredibly hard for her to control the urge to just fuck you senseless, but she didnât want you to have that sweet release. not after the stunt you pulled. you were just lucky she was even touching you right now.
nayeon snatched her fingers out just when you were at the edge of your high, steadying you with both hands back at your waist.
âaw, did my dumb little baby really think she was gonna cum after she tried to be sneaky like that? poor thing..â, she was taunting you now by slapping your clit harshly, knowing it would make you finish anyways.
you gripped at nayeonâs shoulders, bunching up the sleeves of her shirt in your hands and hiding your face in the crook of her neck, mumbling out small apologies in between choked whimpers.
nayeon heard another alert ring on your phone. you were too fucked out and tired to be aware of it, so she hugged you with one arm and leaned forward to reach for your phone in the cup holder up front.
she typed in your password and went to your messages to see a text from her.
mia 𧞠2m ago u good?? hope ur gf didnât get jealous or wtv lmao
your âgfâ laughed at miaâs audacity, tapping the camera icon next to the message bar.
âsmile for the camera, baby.â
nayeon lifted your head off her shoulder and adjusted the strands of hair that stuck to your forehead with sweat, angling the phone to capture every freshly purple mark she left on your neck and your cutely flushed face.
you heard the sound of the photo being sent and looked down to see nayeon with a big smile on her face, typing something along with it.
â 'd you really have to do that, nay?â, you shook your head at her while wiping the sweat off your top lip.
âitâs either this, or i kill her and her whole family.â
and she meant every word.
#twice imagines#twice x reader#twice smut#kpop x reader#kpop gg#nayeon x reader#nayeon smut#im nayeon
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I want to be so fucking pregnant that Iâm angry about it.
Itâs mid august, you come into our room after putting our other children to bed. Iâm laying there, a week over-due, gravid and heavy, fans blasting at me from every angle because Iâm so pregnant I canât stand the heat.
âTheyâre both asleep,â you whisper, carefully watching your every tone to make sure you donât disturb me. My eyes flutter open and fill with tears. âGet this fucking baby out of me,â I beg, tears dripping down my checks.
You smirk a little bit and try to hold back from laughing, slowly shaking your head. âBaby, you know the last two didnât come for weeks after your due date..â you slowly make your way over to the bed, lean down to grip my heavy belly. âYou know just as well as I do, this oneâs not coming for a while. I canât do anything about it.â
I break into a sob, shaking my head. âPlease, please at least try, I am so fucking pregnant.â
You listen to my words carefully and lean back, really realizing how true they were. I am beyond pregnant, my body is at its breaking point, my belly so swollen it doesnât even look humanly possible, my engorged tits dripping with milk because you got me pregnant immediately after the last one and Iâm still breast feeding.
âIâm sorry, love, but you know you probably have a couple of weeks left, nothing we try has ever worked..â you say quietly, leaning back down to rub my heavily pregnant belly gently.
I growl, reach up and grab the back of your neck, tears tears streaming down my face. âI need you to fuck me until my water breaks. Now.â
You chuckle a little bit and move your hand down to my swollen pussy, which is already dripping in anticipation. âI can try, but you know as soon as you push this one out, Iâm just going to fill you with another..â you start to rub tiny circles around my swollen clit, and my hips start to buck at just that gentle movement. Pregnancy has made me so horny.
I let out a loud sigh and shake my head âstop touching me, just fucking get this baby out of me.â You roll your eyes and easily throw me into position, even though Iâm so heavily pregnant, your strong arms have no problem throwing me around. Iâm now on my hands and knees, my belly so big and heavy itâs pressing into the mattress and leaving a heavy indent, even being on all fours. You slowly undo your belt and drop your pants from behind me. âBaby, this wonât work. Youâll be pregnant for atleast another week or two and Iâm going to enjoy every second of it,â you mumble before slowly slipping your hard cock into me, letting out a gasp. âFuck, baby, your pussy feels so much better when youâre this over dueâŠâ you slowly slide your cock in and out, knowing if you go and faster, youâll blow your load immediately and Iâll be even angrier.
You reach down and grasp my aching, heavy belly with both hands. âGod baby, youâre so fucking pregnantâŠâ I let out a sign of relief as you lift up the weight, nodding slowly. âI know. Get this fucking baby out.â You laugh a little, continuing to stroke my belly as you thrust your cock in and out.
âActually, I think Iâll keep you like this a little longer⊠letâs see how far overdue you can go this timeâŠâ
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Catch My Breath
character: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)
prompts: "Hey, hey, hey, it's okay... it's okay. You're okay." / "Iâve never cared for anyone the way I care for you." / "Well, I do feel better now that you're here."
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You smiled so wide it made your cheeks hurt as you finally saw the door to your flat come into view. A trip that was only supposed to be two days had turned into three, nearly four, and you were long overdue for a reunion with Din. He might have enjoyed solitude, but not when it was forcedâespecially not from an injury.
But you weren't letting that Darksaber burn get anywhere near a blaster fight.
You tightened your grasp on your travel pack as you stepped up to the door and scanned to unlock it. Expecting Din to be asleep, given the late hour, you stepped inside quietly and and kept your excitement and relief tucked away as best you could.
Din, however, wasn't asleep. Instead, he was standing from a seat in the open living area, his brown eyes focused solely on you as the door slid closed behind you.
You grinned from ear to ear. "Hey." You set your travel pack on the floor and made your way over to him. "You should be asleep, you know."
Din swallowed hard. You could see his jaw working and his Adam's apple bobbing as he did so. Your brow furrowed before he even managed to speak. "I know."
His voice was rougher than usual, as if there were a bundle of sharp needles trapped within his throat. You continued to step closer and gave him a once-over. "Are you okay?" Your stare fixated pointedly upon his left thigh. "How's your burn?"
Din had his hands on your shoulders as soon as you were close enough for him to set them there. He was giving you the same kind of once-over, though his gaze was quicker, more frantic. His grasp on your shoulders pulsated. "Are you okay?"
You bit your cheek and nodded. "I'm fine. Not a scratch one me." You tapped your holster. "I barely even had to use this."
Din sighed, and though the sound was supposed to be relieved, it was ragged. The concerned knot in your chest tightened even as Din eased you into his embrace, a gesture he didn't initiate often. You still let yourself smile as you wrapped your arms around him and buried your face in the warmth of his neck and the softness of the tunic he wore. Even just the smell of him calmed you down.
You both wallowed in the sweet silence spent holding one another as long as you could. Din's voice was muffled by your head when he finally he spoke. "You didn't answer your comm."
Your eyes, which had fallen closed, snapped open as you lifted your head to look at him. "It never went off."
Din blinked at you. "I tried to comm you every day." He added the next part under his breath as his stare slid away from yours. "Multiple times."
Your heart split right down the middle as you offered him the best apologetic glance you could muster. "It must be broken. I'm so sorry." You nodded and lifted your chin in earnestness. "I'll get a replacement on my next supply run. Promise."
Din returned your nod, but when his stare met yours, you could tell he wasn't really seeing you. He wasn't really here at all. He wasn't present in the moment, and his mind was far beyond the bounds of your flat.
It was only then that you realized his hands, which were now pressed upon the small of your back, were trembling. You set one hand upon his chest for stability and placed the other against his cheek.
"Hey." You ran your thumb under his eye, as if the motion would somehow bring him back to this room, to you. "What is it, Din?"
His heart was hammering underneath your hand, and his breathing was only becoming more and more labored. You glanced down at his leg to see if that was the cause, but Din was standing on it just fine.
"I'm..." Din sounded as if he was going to continue with the word "fine," but thought better of it. His eyelids fluttered closed before he reopened them again. "I think I just... need to sit down. Catch my breath."
Din withdrew his hands from your back, forcing you to do the same as he sat back down on the seat behind him. He folded his trembling hands together and rested his elbows against knees, his head lowering as he attemptedâand failed toâsteady his breathing.
You went into action without second thought. You hurried to the kitchen area and prepared a cup of water. "Have you had anything to eat or drink today?" You huffed to yourself as you also grabbed a small bite for him to eat. "You barely do even when I'm here nagging you about it."
Din didn't say anything in response. You glanced at him over your shoulder and noticed he had since let his head fall fully into his hands. You quickened your work and brought both the water and the food over, setting it on the closest table and taking the empty space beside him.
"Have you been sleeping?" You lifted a hand to his back and rubbed soothing circles upon it. Din still didn't, or couldn't, answer. "You must be exhausted."
Din finally moved. One of his hands reached out and found your thigh, and you were quick to set your free hand over it. He held you tight, but not enough to hurt you.
Then his eyes shot open as he sat up more and looked at you, but all you could see was panic.
And Din never panicked.
"Hey, hey, hey, it's okay... it's okay. You're okay." You nodded as you lifted your hands to the sides of his face. You lowered his forehead to yours, grounding him back to you. "And so am I."
Din's hands wrapped around your wrists, his breathing shallow. After his touch pulsated a few times, he tried to speak. "I can't..."
"I know." You kept your hands where they were even as you stood and set yourself upon him, minding the covered wound on his left thigh. Din welcomed you there, his arms wrapping tight enough around your waist to wed your entire front against his own. You ran one of your hands through the hair at the side of his head as your lips brushed against his ear. "I'm safe. You're safe. Everything's okay."
You waited patiently as Din finally started to catch his breath. He wasn't an anxious man, he never had been, but after leaving the child with the Jedi... that had changed. If you were being honest with yourself, though, it had really started to change the moment he finally started to open more of himself up to you.
Once Din had composed himself enough, he faced you and began to speak. "I'm sorry." His tone was thick with embarrassment. You frowned. "Being alone gave me a lot of time to worry about you."
You cradled his face and furrowed your brow at him in severity. "You don't ever have to apologize for something like this." Your gaze flickered to your belt. "Especially when it was my fault." You nodded at him for further reassurance. "I should've been checking in on you as it was, and I definitely should've noticed that it was broken."
Din softened, but then he deflated, as if his last remnants of strength were giving out. He then spoke words you had never heard from him before, nor ever expected to. "I was terrified. I thought something had happened to you. I don't know what I would do if that were true."
His gaze searched yours, and the warmth was beginning to return to his brown eyes the more he did.
"Iâve never cared for anyone the way I care for you."
You smiled softly, despite the guilt you were now shouldering. "I'm so sorry for putting you through that."
Din shook his head. "Don't be." He pressed his nose against yours and closed his eyes. "You're okay, and that's all that matters. Right?"
"Right." You caressed his jaw. "And so are you." Your tone became more inquisitive. "Right?"
Din reopened his eyes, even managing a small smile as his handsâno longer tremblingâcupped your thighs. "Well, I do feel better now that you're here."
You huffed, letting your smile of relief, amusement, and strong affection melt against his as you kissed away his pain and worries the best you could.
#din sweetheart i would do anything to comfort you in your time of need#din djarin#the mandalorian#din djarin x reader#the mandalorian x reader#prompts#dindjarindiaries
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FAMOUS [PART THREE]
Bodyguard!Jason Todd x Singer!Reader
Summary: There was something about the way the dim light softened his features, made his usual tough-guy exterior seem more approachable.
Warnings: None really. Building tension between you & Jason.
A/N: So here is a very-very-VERY long overdue part 3 - Wooo!! đđ if it makes you all feel better - I have completely written this story (40k words approx) so Iâll just post 1 or 2 chapters a week for you. Iâm sorry this took so long my loves đđ - sending all my love & please enjoy the next chapter - I really hope it was worth the wait.
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The apartment was eerily quiet, the soft hum of the city beyond the window the only sound filling the space. You tiptoed across the hardwood floors, your oversized college sweater hanging loosely on your frame, hoping to make it to the door without disturbing the brick wall of a man currently asleep down the hall.
Just as your fingers brushed the doorknob, a loud click echoed through the room.
âFreeze,â Jasonâs deep, gravelly voice commanded, his gun trained on you in an instant. His eyes were sharp, scanning you for a threat before recognition dawned on his face.
âHoly shit,â you gasped, raising your hands slowly. âSlow down, cowboy.â
Jason cursed under his breath, quickly holstering the gun. âShit. Why are you sneaking around your own house?â
âBecause!â you snapped, not wanting to admit why you were really sneaking out. The idea of telling him you were trying to repay him for the burger and chips he got you last week was⊠embarrassing, to say the least. âI am⊠I justâŠâ
Jason rolled his eyes. âWhy are you dressed sketchy?â
âItâs comfy, sue me,â you huffed, tugging at the hem of the oversized sweater.
âDonât tempt me,â Jason muttered, crossing his arms and planting himself between you and the door like the human wall he was.
âLook, just go back to bed,â you sighed, trying to push past him. âIâm sorry I woke you.â
But Jason didnât budge. âYouâre not going out.â
âYes, I am,â you shot back, frustration bubbling up. âAlone.â
Jasonâs expression darkened, his body language shifting from casual to protective in an instant. âNoâIâm going with you. Let me just get a jacket.â He reached for his brown leather jacket draped over the kitchen barstool.
âNo!!â you blurted, panic rising in your chest. You hadnât planned for him to come along. âIâll be fine! I do this all the time on my own! I really donât need an escort.â
Jasonâs eyes narrowed as he grumbled, âThis is why Mr. Sionis hired me. You canât do this shit alone anymoreâit isnât safe.â
âRomanâs an overprotective idiot,â you muttered, arms crossed over your chest. âHe doesnât know the half of what I do.â
Jason sighed, clearly losing patience. âWe either go together, or you donât go at all.â
You looked down at the floor, knowing you were defeated. All you wanted was to repay Jasonâs kindness from before, but now it felt like the universe was against you. Keeping your emotions in check, you let out a long breath. âIâm not used to thisâŠâ you muttered.
Jason softened just a little, sensing your frustration. âLet me go with you. Iâll pay. If we pretend itâs a date, people are less likely to even recognise you.â
Your face flushed pink at his suggestion. âWhat?!â
Jason fumbled, his own face heating up. âJustâjust pretend! Look, Iâm here to stay, okay? Mr. Sionis wants you safe, so we should probably get to know each other better. I mean, I am living in your box room down the hall.â
You shot him a look. âItâs not a box roomâI gave you a room with a nice view of Gotham.â
Jason smirked, clearly amused. âYouâre deflecting.â
With a dramatic sigh, you threw your hands up. âFine. But Iâm driving.â
Jason tossed you his keys, surprising you. âDonât scratch it. I just got it fixed up.â
You smirked, twirling the keys in your hand. âDonât worry, I wonât hurt your baby.â
Jasonâs face flushed slightly as he looked away. âYou better not, or youâll be paying for her next paint job.â
You grinned mischievously. âHer? Does she have a name, tough guy?â.
Jason ignored your teasing, shrugging on his jacket. âCome onâI thought you were hungry.â
Stifling a laugh, you headed out the door, calling back over your shoulder, âYes, sir.â
Jason bit back the smile threatening to spread across his face, trying to ignore the way that âsirâ made his stomach twist in a way it definitely shouldnât.
ââ
The diner was quiet, the low hum of neon lights flickering above as you and Jason sat across from each other in one of the old booths. When the food arrived, Jason reached for his wallet, but before he could pull it out, you quickly slipped your card over the machine with a smug smile.
âYou didnât have to do that,â Jason grumbled, clearly caught off guard.
âI know,â you replied, giving him a teasing smile. âBut itâs nice to repay the favor, yâknow?â
Jason gave you a rare, small smile. âThanks.â
You nodded, a little flutter of satisfaction warming your chest. âHowever, if Iâd known that, I wouldâve ordered more,â Jason teased, leaning back in his seat.
You rolled your eyes, playfully scoffing. âJerk.â
âEh, sue me.â
You tried to focus on your food, but your eyes kept drifting back to Jason as he casually leaned back in his leather jacket, looking more relaxed than youâd ever seen him. There was something about the way the dim light softened his features, made his usual tough-guy exterior seem more approachable.
Jason noticed you staring and raised an eyebrow. âWhat? Is there something on my face?â He wiped at his chin, checking for stray ketchup.
Flushing red, you shook your head quickly. âNo! No⊠sorry, I just zoned out. I was thinking about a new song Iâm working on.â
Jason smiled, the edges of his lips tugging upward. âYeah, I heard some of it last night. Or, well, early this morning.â
Your eyes widened. âOh shit, sorryâI didnât realise the noise carried that far down the hall.â
Jason shrugged, his smile still lingering. âItâs not a complaint. It sounded great.â
You were about to say something in return, something sweet and appreciative, but Jasonâbeing Jasonâslurped his drink loudly through the straw, completely killing the mood. You furrowed your brow, muttering, âMood kill.â
Jason looked at you, confused. âWhat?â
âNothing,â you said with a sigh, glancing at the clock. âWe should probably head back.â
ââ
The drive back to the apartment was quieter than usual, but not uncomfortable. Jason had his elbow resting on the car door, his other hand draped casually on his thigh, looking out at the city lights. You glanced at him every now and then, trying to shake the lingering thoughts of how natural it felt having him beside you.
As you stopped at a red light, you couldnât help but ask, âSo, you really heard me working on the song last night?â
Jason nodded, glancing over at you. âYeah. Youâre good. Like⊠really good. Youâre not just some pretty face in a band.â
You felt your face heat up. âThanks, but you donât have to say that just because youâre protecting me.â
âIâm not,â he said, his tone more serious than you expected. âI mean it. Youâve got talent. Donât let Romanâs overprotectiveness make you forget that.â
The compliment caught you off guard. Jason wasnât the type to throw praise around carelessly, and hearing it from him made it feel different. More genuine. You smiled, turning back to the road as the light turned green. âThat means a lot coming from you.â
Jason shifted slightly, as if uncomfortable with the sentimentality. âYeah, well⊠donât get used to it. Iâve got a tough reputation to keep.â
You couldnât help but laugh at that, the sound filling the car. âSure, big guy. Iâll keep your secret.â
The rest of the drive passed quickly, and soon enough, you were pulling into the underground parking lot of your building. You killed the engine and sat there for a moment, neither of you moving to get out.
Jason was the first to break the silence, clearing his throat. âYou really didnât need to sneak out earlier, yâknow. I get that you like your independence, but⊠Iâm here to help. You donât have to do everything on your own.â
Your hand hesitated on the car door handle, his words sinking in. He wasnât just talking about tonight. He was talking about more than thatâabout your habit of handling things solo, even when it wasnât safe. You bit your lip, looking down at your hands. âItâs not that I donât appreciate the help⊠Itâs just hard to adjust to having someone around all the time. Iâm used to taking care of myself.â
Jason watched you carefully, his voice softer than before. âI get it. But you donât have to anymore. Not with me.â
You glanced over at him, meeting his steady gaze. The sincerity in his eyes made your heart skip a beat. It was as if he wasnât just saying it because it was his jobâhe meant it, and that scared you a little.
âThanks, Jason,â you said quietly, feeling the weight of his words.
He gave a small nod, reaching for the door handle. âCome on, letâs get inside before Roman tracks us down.â
As you both stepped out of the car and made your way toward the elevator, you couldnât shake the feeling that something had shifted between you. It wasnât just the professional relationship anymore. It was differentâŠin a good way.
When you reached your apartment, you turned to face Jason before unlocking the door. âHey,â you said, your voice barely above a whisper. âThanks for tonight⊠and for everything.â
Jason gave you a half-smile, his eyes softening just slightly. âAnytime, princess.â
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Crisis Averted
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Synopsis. it was meant to be a simple day of relaxation but you work for Rafayel so days like this donât exist the only solution is putting him in his place but it seems he enjoyed it more than you wanted him to
Pairing. Reader x Rafayel
Content. sub Rafayel, dom reader, teasing, degrading, oral fem receiving, object insertion, edging, overstimulating, pet names, dacryphilia, sexual content, breeding ( if you squint ), SMUT, NSFW, uhhh idk what else el oh el :3
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           A soft hum leaves your lips as the sound of smooth jazz fills the room. You moaned in delight as you dipped your body further into the comfort of the warm bath. Finally, a day off which was long overdue. With an increase of wanderers and protecting or rather looking after Rafayel, your body was beyond sore and needed to relax. But it was shortly interrupted by the sound of a familiar ring. âFuckâ you groaned under your breath as you grabbed your phone. âHello,â the word came out more angered than you had hoped. âIâm sorry to interrupt you on your day off itâs just I havenât been able to get in touch with Rafayel; heâs even gone and locked himself in his studio. We have an important meeting with a buyer but heâs been acting out and I need your assistanceâ you groan at the news that Thomas shared about Rayafel's recent outburst.Â
           âIâll be right overâ The water splashes around you as you reassure him that youâll settle the matter with the stubborn artist. You hear a sigh of relief from the other hand as he sings praises to you but it doesnât help quell your anger of your relaxation being interrupted. You quickly get dressed as you rush over hoping to settle this quickly. Using the spare key Rayael gave you, you slam open the door spooking Rayafel in the process. âDamn it Thomasâ he mutters under his breath as he lifts his gaze to meet yours. He quickly looked away a clear pout placed on his face.Â
           âAre you going to tell me what this is about or do I have to force it out of you Rafayelâ You see the way his body shivers at the sound of his name leaving your lips. âItâs none of your concernâ he simply says trying to ignore how your eyes stare deep into his soul. âOh? If that was the case I wouldnât be called here on my day off all 'cause you wanna be a brat isnât that rightâ your tone is cold as you speak slowly approaching him. Rayafel remains on the ground his paintbrushes surrounding him and dry paint litter the floor. âYou could have simply ignored his callâ he crosses his arms as he speaks his pout deepens but his eyes never once waver from their position on the ground.Â
           âHmm, how long do you plan on looking at the ground my eyes are up hereâ he flinches at your word as his eyes slowly raise to meet yours for a mere second before looking away once more. âRafayel Iâm sure Iâve made it clear that I expect full eye contact when we speakâ he ignores your words as his eyes studies the floor. His breath hitches as a pained whimper leaves his lips at the harsh feel of you tugging his hair. Your nails dig into his scalp as he stares deep into your eyes the only noticeable emotion is anger.Â
           âItâs Thomas's faultâŠI already told him I had no plans on selling the painting but he went behind my back andâŠâ His words are cut off as you release your grip pushing him back down. âYet you canât respond like a grown man, instead you're in here sulking like a little brat who got his candy stolen. I donât care what's going on between you and Thomas, what I want to know is how you're going to make it up to me for ruining my day offâ he scoffs at your words as he crosses his arms upset at being blamed for something he had no part in or so he believed. âHmm, it seems I havenât made myself clear. Either you lose that fucking attitude before I fuck it out of you. Or perhaps you want me to strap you to your bed again and edge you like the little whore you areâ A blush emerges on his face at your words.Â
           âThats not fair Iâm not even the one who called why am I being punishedâ hr argues as you roll your eyes in response. âYou decided to be a little brat, you decided to lock yourself in your studio, your actions started all of this so the next thing I expect out of that whore mouth is âIâm sorry maâamâ Do you hear me Rafayelâ you watch as he grinds his teeth a blush embracing his face as he stares at the ground. âIâm sorryâ he whispers those words hardly loud enough for you to hear. âWhat was that I can quite hear youâ you taunt before pressing your heels against his crotch. He inhaled sharply at the feel of your foot pressing harshly against his crotch. âIâm sorry maâamâ The words came out in a strangled breath it was clear he was trying to bite back a moan. âHmm, I'm not sure if you truly mean that, stripâ he jerks his head up at your command.Â
           He quickly looks away as he slowly stands. You watch as he strips at a teasingly slow pace. âIt would be wise to hurry up, I donât have all dayâ As those words leave your lips he quickly rushes to discard the rest of his clothes. You scoff at the sight of his cock throbbing and leaking. âFuck you really are a pathetic little whore, I didnât even do much and you're already dripping. Are you really that needy for me to use you like the whore you areâ he continues to avoid your gaze as you circle him but the way his cock twitches seems to give you the answer you desire. Grabbing his cock a stifled whine leaves his lips, âAww what happened you were so ready to bite back after every wordâ he bites his lips further at your taunting words.Â
           Letting go of his cock you reach down and grab his belt, âHands behind your backâ you smirk watching how quickly he listens to your command. Wrapping his belt around his wrist you make sure to tighten it before pushing him to the ground. You turn him onto his back using your heels as you press it against his chest. He looks up to you his eyes so full of need, begging for youâre touch. You trail your foot down towards his cock pressing it harshely as a startled cry leaves his lips. You press down further watching how his back arches and his eyes begin to tear up. Fuck did he look perfect.Â
           Lifting your foot you bring it closer to his face as you press it against his lips, his tongue quickly darts out as he begins to lick and suck at your heel. You chuckle at the sight you hardly needed to commend him when he was so desperate. âOn your kneesâ you order as you remove your heel from his lips. He rises to his knees his hands tied behind his back as he looks up at you awaiting his next order. He watches you slightly confused as you pick up a few items. Kneeling before him you grab his cock causing a whimper to leave his lips. His eyes widened watching how you place a make-shift cock ring with his shoe tie. He whimpers at the tight and restricting feeling but he canât deny how good it made him feel.Â
           You push him down a bit as you sit behind him, you watch how his hips tremble at the feel of your salvia dripping onto his ass. Stroking his cock you gather a bit of his precum before mixing it with your saliva. Soft moans leave his lips as he watches patiently wondering what you had up your sleeve. âI do hope you remember this is a punishmentâ you taunt watching how his eyes widen at the sight of the paintbrush in your hand. A choked gasp escapes his lips as he feels you pushing the paintbrush into his ass. His body trembles feeling the foreign object push deeper into his aching hole. âMa-maâam this f-feels strangeâ he whined before feeling another insert him this one was much thicker.Â
           Heavy pants left his lips as you continued to push more inside him stretching him more than he thought was possible. âHmm is this really all you can fitâ your words are cold as you scoff in annoyance. âMake sure none of them fall out unless you want me to stuff more of them insideâ he whimpers at your words before giving a weak yes maâam. âOn your kneesâ you order he slowly rises to his knees as tears stream down his face. Grabbing hold of his cock he watched with blurred eyes as you press a thin paintbrush into his cock. A faint gasp leaves his lips as his back arches.Â
           More of his precum leaks out as you continue to push the paintbrush deeper. His eyes widen as loud moans leave his lips. His breath becomes heavier as he feels a strange sensation. His body trembles the need to cum is overwhelming. âT-take it outâŠI wanna cum please take it outâ You scoff at his words as you squeeze his cock tightly. âAre you telling me what to do?â you squeeze tighter as you speak. âWasting my time with petty actions and now you think you can boss me around, oh Rafayel you havenât learned a single thingâ you taunt as you begin to stroke his cock.
           His hips buck begging for more pleasure but it was almost painful. The need to cum was overwhelming. âOh fuck fuckâ he whines as he feels you toy with the thin paintbrush while stroking his cock. âIf you're a good boy you wonât come until I say soâ he whines in response as he bites his lips. A loud cry spills from his lips as you nearly pull out the paintbrush. His cock shudders as more precum leaks out. Minutes passed as you continued to edge him, he was becoming overstimulated as the time passed.Â
           A sharp gasp left his lips as he felt you twirl the thin paintbrush around in his cock. Choked moans struggle to escape as he bucks his hips begging for more. Drool seeps down his face as his eyes roll back. âThats not good this is meant to be a punishment, Rafe, but here you are whining like a dog in heat fucking patheticâ he whines at your words but he continues to chase the pleasure. âW-wanna cumâ he lets out in a desperate attempt to seek more pleasure. âPlease I-I canât an-anymoreâ he whines as more tears stream down his face.Â
           You giggle at the sight of Rafayel red in the face, eyes filled to the brim with tears and drool leaving his lips. âAww does my little pup feel goodâ You taunt as he struggles to let out a proper sentence, broken moans leave his lips his blurred eyes focusing on the way you pushed the thin paintbrush into his cock. âOnly good boys get to cum, if you beg properly maybe Iâll let you cumâ You wondered if he heard you properly he clearly was overwhelmed by the pleasure. His mind was dazed from the pleasure but the pain of not being able to cum was torture. Whimpers left his lips as he bucked his hips upwards begging for more. âPl-please I wa-wanna cum maâam pl-pleaseâ he struggled to let out as another loud moan left his lips.Â
           His breath was heavy as he felt you push another paintbrush into his ass. He was full to the brim but he couldnât help how much he wanted more. The pleasure from both ends was overwhelming for his mind. Tears streamed down his face as he continued to beg. âFuck please I wanna cum I wanna cum I wanna cumâ He repeated the phrase over and over again his desperation leaking through it only excited you further. âAww does my little pup wanna cum, but only good boys get to cum and you havenât been a good boyâ Your taunting words were followed by a deep chuckle at the way Rafayel sobbed.Â
           His desperation was enticing he was a blubbering wet mess begging to be used. âI-Iâll be a good pup I swear pl-please wa-wanna cumâ he begged through rigged breaths as his eyes followed your movement. You stood up before removing your panties and tossing them aside. âIf you wanna cum so bad then Iâll give you three minutes to make your master cumâ he hardly let you finish as he latched his mouth to your dripping pussy. You bite your lips feeling him sucking on your clit in a desperate attempt to make you cum faster. Grabbing onto his head you pushed his head deeper into your cunt loving how his tongue fucked you. âGood boy, making your master so proudâ you mewled as your breath quickened.Â
           Soft moans left your lips as you road his tongue, licking your dry lips you canât deny you were close. Rafayel knew every spot that could bring you close to the edge. âOh fuckâ you whine as your fingers reach down towards your clit rubbing it as you threw your head back. Loud moans began to leave your lips, âFuck Rafa-Rafayel, oh fuck yes right there babyâ you whined feeling your climax approaching. A loud cry leaves your lips as your climax crashes down like waves. You whine as Rafayel drinks it all. You pull away staring down at his cum covered face. Catching your breath you lean down gently toying with the thin paintbrush. You slowly pull it out before pushing Rafayel down onto his back.Â
           You straddle him as you aligned his cock with your cunt. âIâm not one to go back on my word and youâve been a good boy so you desire a little rewardâ he whines in response as he watches his cock despires inside your warm walls. Soft pants leave his lips as you bounce on his cock, âWanna cum inside your master?â he nods his head desperately at your question. âGo ahead cum inside be a good pup and breed your masterâ he arches his hips to meet your movement before you know it his hot cum is spilling deep inside you.Â
           He cries out loudly as he cums, and you continue to ride him. You come to a steady pace before stopping completely. You slowly rise as his cock slips out your cunt, âYouâre not done, shouldnât you clean your master and thank meâ You stare down at the tired men as you utter those words. He slowly rises as he opens his mouth, you watch as he licks his cum from your cunt. âT-thank you maâamâ he whimpers clearly out of breath. Before you can speak you hear the sound of your phone ringing.Â
âHey is everything settled?â Thomas's voice fills the room as you turn to stare at Rafaeyl. âHmm yes, heâll be there shortly donât worry I already dealt with his little outburstâ you replied as Thomas thanked you over and over. âItâs no problem always happy to help,â you said in a cheery tone.
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not used to this so be kind first love and deepspace fic and second fic overall hope ya enjoy :3
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Between Us (A. Yujin x M! Reader)
This one is actually a request that is long overdue, this was suppose to be posted earlier but I messed up and accidentally deleted the Ask of the anon requester. So if you're reading this anon I'm really sorry TOT. Anyways let's get started! Hope you enjoy this one.
Life as an idol was a whirlwind of practice, performances, and public appearances. As a member of the popular boy group Zenith, you have experienced it allâthe adoration of fans, the pressure of maintaining a perfect image, and the relentless demands of the industry. Despite the chaos, you loved every moment, especially because it had brought you closer to someone special: Yujin from the girl group IVE.
You and Yujin had first met at a music show where both your groups were performing. During the chaos of backstage preparations, you had accidentally bumped into her, almost knocking over her makeup kit. Apologizing profusely, you had helped her gather her things. Yujin had laughed it off, her warm smile instantly putting you at ease.
"It's okay, really," she had said. "These things happen."
From that moment, a friendship had blossomed. Despite your busy schedules, you found time to support each other, often running into each other at award shows, music festivals, and variety programs. You admired Yujin's dedication and talent, and she appreciated your kindness and sincerity. Slowly but surely, your feelings for her grew, and you couldn't help but wonder if she felt the same.
One evening, after a particularly grueling day of rehearsals, you received a message from Yujin.
Yujin: Hey, do you have a moment to talk?
You smiled at your phone, glad to hear from her.
You: Of course. What's up?
Within minutes, Yujin called you. Her voice, though usually full of energy, sounded tired and strained.
"Hey, are you okay?" you asked, concern evident in your tone.
"I'm fine, just exhausted," she admitted. "Sometimes it feels like there's no end to all the work, you know?"
You understood all too well. "I know exactly what you mean. But remember, you're not alone. We all go through it."
"Thanks," she said softly. "It's good to hear that. By the way, are you free this weekend? I was thinking it might be nice to take a break and hang out, just the two of us."
Your heart skipped a beat. "That sounds great. I'd love to."
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On Saturday, you met Yujin at a cozy café tucked away from the bustling city. It was a place where you both could relax without the fear of being recognized by fans. The atmosphere was warm and inviting, with soft music playing in the background.
Yujin was already seated when you arrived, her face lighting up as she saw you. You joined her at the table, and for the first time in a long while, you both let go of the pressures of being idols.
"I ordered your favorite coffee," Yujin said with a smile.
"Thanks, you always remember," you replied, touched by the gesture.
As you chatted about everything from music to hobbies, you noticed how comfortable you felt around her. Yujin had a way of making everything seem lighter, her laughter infectious and her presence soothing. You cherished these moments, knowing how rare and precious they were.
"Have you ever thought about what you'd do if you weren't an idol?" Yujin asked suddenly.
The question caught you off guard. "I guess I haven't really thought about it. This life is all I've known for years. But maybe I'd do something related to music, like producing or songwriting. What about you?"
Yujin pondered for a moment. "I've always wanted to travel, see the world beyond the stages and studios. Maybe I'd become a travel blogger or a photographer."
"That sounds amazing," you said, imagining her exploring exotic locations and capturing beautiful moments.
There was a brief silence before Yujin spoke again, her tone more serious. "Do you ever wonder about what it would be like to date someone in the same industry?"
Your heart raced at the unexpected question. "Sometimes," you admitted, trying to gauge her expression. "It would be difficult, with all the secrecy and the scrutiny from the public. But it could also be really special, having someone who understands what you're going through."
Yujin nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah, I've thought about it too. It would be nice to have someone who truly gets it."
You looked into her eyes, searching for any hint of what she might be feeling. "Yujin, is there something you want to tell me?"
She hesitated, her eyes flickering with uncertainty before she finally spoke. "I⊠I've been thinking about us. We've become really close, and I can't deny that I have feelings for you. But I'm scared, scared of what it could mean for our careers and our friendship."
Your heart swelled with emotion as you reached out to take her hand. "Yujin, I've felt the same way for a long time. I care about you deeply, and I've been afraid too. But I believe that if we both want this, we can make it work. We'll face whatever challenges come our way, together."
Tears glistened in Yujin's eyes as she squeezed your hand. "I want to be with you, more than anything."
With those words, the weight of uncertainty lifted, replaced by a sense of hope and determination. You both knew that the road ahead wouldn't be easy, but you were ready to face it together.
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In the weeks that followed, you and Yujin navigated the delicate balance of your secret relationship. You cherished stolen moments, meeting in private places where you could be yourselves without the prying eyes of the public. It was exhilarating and terrifying at the same time, but the love you felt for each other made it all worthwhile.
During a particularly busy month of promotions, you found solace in each other's company. Despite the grueling schedules and the constant pressure, knowing that you had Yujin by your side made everything more bearable.
One evening, after a successful performance at a music show, you managed to steal a few moments alone with Yujin in a quiet corner of the backstage area. Her smile was radiant, and you couldn't resist pulling her into a hug.
"You were amazing out there," you whispered, holding her close.
"So were you," she replied, her voice filled with pride. "I'm so proud of you."
As you held her, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in your own little bubble of happiness. It was in these moments that you realized how much you cherished your relationship, how much you needed her.
"I wish we could always be like this," Yujin murmured against your chest.
"We will be," you promised, kissing the top of her head. "No matter what happens, we'll find a way to be together."
However, the reality of being idols soon caught up with you. Rumors began to swirl, fueled by fans who noticed the subtle interactions between you and Yujin. The pressure to keep your relationship a secret intensified, and you both knew that it was only a matter of time before the truth came out.
One day, as you were preparing for a concert, your manager approached you with a serious expression.
"We need to talk," he said, leading you to a private room. "There are rumors about you and Yujin. They've started to gain traction, and the company is concerned."
Your heart sank at the news. "What are we going to do?"
The manager sighed. "For now, we need to deny everything. Focus on your work, and avoid any situations that could fuel the rumors. We can't afford a scandal right now."
You nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. But as you walked back to the dressing room, you couldn't shake the feeling of dread. The thought of losing Yujin, of being forced apart by the industry, was unbearable.
That evening, you met Yujin in a secluded park, far from prying eyes. She looked worried, her usual brightness dimmed by the weight of the situation.
"I heard about the rumors," she said quietly. "What are we going to do?"
"We'll deny everything," you replied, taking her hands in yours. "But Yujin, I don't want to lose you. We'll find a way to make this work, no matter what."
She nodded, tears brimming in her eyes. "I don't want to lose you either. We'll be careful, but we have to stay strong."
In the days that followed, you and Yujin maintained a facade of normalcy, focusing on your work and avoiding any interactions that could draw suspicion. It was a difficult and painful period, but you held onto the hope that you would get through it together.
As the months passed, the rumors slowly died down, replaced by new scandals and gossip. The industry moved on, and you and Yujin breathed a sigh of relief. But the experience had left its mark, making you both more cautious and aware of the challenges you faced.
Despite the hardships, your love for each other only grew stronger. You found solace in the moments you could steal away together, in the quiet conversations and the shared dreams of a future where you could be open about your relationship.
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One evening, after a particularly grueling day of rehearsals, you and Yujin met at your favorite spot in the cityâa secluded rooftop garden that overlooked the twinkling lights below. It was a place where you could be yourselves, away from the pressures of the idol world.
As you sat together, the cool night air wrapping around you, Yujin rested her head on your shoulder.
"Do you ever wonder what it would be like if we could be open about us?" she asked softly.
"All the time," you admitted, running your fingers through her hair. "But I believe that one day, we will be. We'll find a way to make it happen."
Yujin looked up at you, her eyes filled with hope and determination. "I believe that too. We'll make our own path, no matter what the industry saysâ
You smiled, feeling a surge of determination. "Exactly. We just need to be patient and stay strong. We have each other, and that's what matters."
As the night wore on, you both talked about your dreams and aspirations, about the future you hoped to build together. The conversation flowed easily, and the connection between you deepened. You felt a sense of peace and happiness that you hadn't experienced in a long time.
In the weeks that followed, you and Yujin continued to navigate the challenges of your secret relationship. You became experts at hiding your affection in public, communicating through subtle gestures and stolen glances. Despite the difficulties, the bond between you grew stronger, and you found comfort in knowing that you had each other's support.
One day, while you were at a photoshoot, you received a message from Yujin.
Yujin: Can we meet tonight? There's something I want to talk about.
You: Of course. Same place?
Yujin: Yes. See you at 8.
As the day went on, you couldn't shake the feeling of anticipation. You wondered what Yujin wanted to discuss, hoping it was something positive. When the photoshoot finally ended, you quickly made your way to the rooftop garden, arriving a few minutes early.
Yujin was already there, leaning against the railing and gazing out at the city lights. She turned as she heard your footsteps, a smile spreading across her face.
"Hey," she greeted you warmly.
"Hey," you replied, walking over to her. "You wanted to talk?"
She nodded, her expression turning serious. "I've been thinking a lot about our situation. I love you, and I don't want to hide it anymore. I know it's risky, but I believe that we can handle whatever comes our way."
Your heart raced as you took in her words. "Are you sure? The backlash could be intense, and I don't want you to suffer because of me."
Yujin reached out and took your hands in hers. "I'm sure. We've been careful for so long, and I think our fans deserve to know the truth. Besides, I don't want to keep living in fear. I want to be able to hold your hand in public, to support each other openly."
You felt a swell of emotions, a mixture of love, fear, and hope. "I want that too. If you're ready, then so am I. We'll face this together."
She smiled, a look of determination in her eyes. "Together."
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In the days that followed, you and Yujin prepared to go public with your relationship. You discussed the best way to approach the situation, deciding to make a joint statement through your respective companies. You knew that the announcement would come as a shock to many, but you hoped that your fans would support you.
The day of the announcement arrived, and you found yourself filled with a mixture of nerves and excitement. As you watched the statement go live, you held Yujin's hand tightly, drawing strength from her presence.
"We're in this together," she whispered, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze.
The response was immediate. The news spread like wildfire, and social media was flooded with reactions from fans and the media. While there were some negative comments, the overwhelming majority were supportive, expressing happiness for both of you.
As the days passed, you were relieved to see that the backlash was not as severe as you had feared. Your fans rallied around you, showing their love and support in countless ways. The industry, too, began to adapt, recognizing that love and relationships were a natural part of life, even for idols.
With the truth out in the open, you and Yujin finally felt a sense of freedom. You no longer had to hide your affection, and you could openly support each other in your careers. Your relationship flourished, and you both grew stronger, both as individuals and as a couple.
One evening, as you sat together in your favorite spot, you looked out at the city lights and reflected on your journey. You had faced countless challenges, but you had done so together, and that made all the difference.
"I'm so proud of us," Yujin said softly, resting her head on your shoulder.
"Me too," you replied, wrapping your arm around her. "We've come a long way."
She looked up at you, her eyes shining with love. "And we'll go even further. No matter what, we'll always have each other."
You smiled, feeling a deep sense of contentment. "Always."
As you held Yujin close, you knew that your love would continue to grow, transcending the obstacles that came your way. Together, you were unstoppable, and the future was yours to shape.
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OMG! imagine a spencer x reader where they are super flirty and the team goes out to the bar and they finally kiss!!!
Late Nights and Long Overdue Conversations
Spencer Agnew x Reader
A/N this is a sort of short one but itâs sweet and simple. i struggle so hard with ranting flirty banter but i also find it so funny because everyone tells me i have a flirty personality. I will be switching back to writing these in the format of using âyouâ instead of âthey/themâ! I will continue to make these gender fluid friendly for all of my pals though:) also, thank you so much for the support here recently??? I got a notification saying that I reached over 500 likes and that is fucking insane to me. I cannot thank you guys enough for reading these and showing them love<3 i love you guys loads!
Also, remember, Iâm ass at editing these. So, overlook the mistakes.
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The week had been beyond stressful for everyone. Everyone was constantly in shoots from 7am-7pm, working nonstop. There were photoshoots going on, video shoots, announcements going up for different kinds of merch, literally everything you could think of. It was finally Friday and a few people from the office decided to go out to this bar, that is near the office. Erin, Chanse, Angela, Courtney, Spencer, Trevor, Arasha, Shayne, and Y/N all stood on a sidewalk, waiting to enter the bar.
âIs she coming or not?â Chanse asked looking around at everyone.
Amanda had agreed to come as well but somehow disappeared before anyone had the chance to talk to her.
âIâm not sure, shoot her a text and ask.â Angela said looking over at Chanse, who stood between Trevor and Shayne.
âActually, donât. I just got a text from her.â Courtney said giggling and holding her phone up. âShe says, âHave a great night. Sorry for disappearing but I was ready to get home, get my ass in bed in comfortable pjs, drink some wine, and watch this new true crime documentary I found.â She also sent this picture.â Courtney holds up phone up for everyone to see and everyone just laughs and shakes their head at Courtney. It was a photo of Amanda sitting in bed with a huge wine glass, looking like that stereotypical aunt that is the drunk at family get togethers.
âHey, Y/N. It looks like you donât have any competition tonight.â Erin mumbled in your direction while elbowing you and wiggling her eyebrows.
âWhat do you mean?â You ask confused.
Everyone looked in your direction and just chuckled. âAmanda is always going on about how attractive Spencer is. Now, you can take her place for the night and tell him yourself.â Erin said, shrugging her shoulders and stepped into the bar with everyone following.
You just tried to brush her comment off but the end of her sentence really stuck with you. âYou can just tell him yourself.â Something about Spencer really is hitting differently tonight. He isnât wearing a hoodie for once. He was wearing a striped short sleeve with a jean jacket and corduroy pants. He always looks adorable whenever heâs wearing comfortable clothing but he just looks really hot tonight.
Everyone grabbed drinks from the bar then split up. Erin, Chanse, Angela, and Courtney took shots then ran to the dance floor while Shayne, Spencer, Trevor, Arasha, and you grabbed a table over to the side.
âI just realized, I donât think I have ever seen you drunk before, Y/N.â Arasha said while watching you take a sip of your margarita. âYouâre like the shy, reserved type.â
You laughed for a second and shook your head, âThatâs a good thing though. Iâm a hot mess whenever Iâm drunk.â
Spencer immediately jumps into the conversation, âYouâre always a hot mess.â He stopped for a minute and just stared at you. âThat was supposed to be a compliment or like, you know, calling you hot. I realize though that it comes off as an insult.â
Everyone, including you, lost it over Spencer sticking his foot in his mouth. âI didnât take it rudely. I guess I know what you mean.â You snorted and took another sip of your margarita. âYouâre a hot mess yourself.â
Shayne, Trevor, and Arasha got into their own little conversation, so Spencer turned a little to face you. âIâm shocked you arenât over there with Erin and Courtney. Iâve noticed in the past youâre always glued to their sides whenever weâve gone out.â
âAs Erin said, I gotta be right here, making sure to constantly just remind you how hot you are.â You said nonchalantly and taking a drink while trying to not smile.
Spencerâs face got red but you didnât comment on it, you just found it kind of odd. âI mean, I definitely am not complaining if itâs coming from you.â
There was some kind of weird tension in the air between the two of you but you didnât think twice about it. You were both a little tipsy, so it was probably just the drinks.. right?
You could hear feet come running up beside you and felt hands on your bicep. âY/N, you have to walk outside with me, Angela, and Erin. We need fresh air but we donât want to walk outside alooooone.â Courtney whine from beside you.
You just laughed and stood up. âWell, Mr. Agnew, sorry to cut our conversation short but it looks like I have to go for a minute.â
Spencer looks at you dead serious and in the chosen voice says, âI hate to watch you go but love to watch you leave.â
Courtney started giggling like crazy and started pulling you towards to door to walk outside, where Angela and Erin were standing. The four of you walk outside and sit on these two benches that were off to the side of the building.
âSo, what was that in there?â Erin asked giving you a suggestive look.
You looked at the group confused. âWhat was what?â
âY/N, donât act dumb dude.â Angela said then chuckled loudly. âYou know exactly what sheâs talking about.â
âI was just having a conversation with Spencer.â You said looking around and avoiding their looks.
âI was just having a conversation with Spencer.â Courtney said in a mocking tone, âYou looked like you were practically drooling over him and he was staring at you hard.â
You sat in silence for a minute debating on to comment on it or not but then decided fuck it, the guys arenât around. This is your opportunity to just talk about it.
âOkay, I might have some feelings for him.â You mumbled covering your face, âI donât want to talk about it thought because I know he doesnât feel the same.â You got up from the bench and started pacing.
âWhat do you mean he doesnât feel like the same?â Erin asked and was looking at you as if you had two heads.
You stopped in front of the bench, facing the three in front of you. âHe totally doesnât feel the same. He only sees me as a friend.â You paused for a second again before deciding to just spill it all. âGuys, I have it fucking bad. Anytime I come into work, Iâm always so excited to just talk to him. I feel like a little schoolgirl with a crush. I always want to be around him. He makes me feel so safe and never makes me feel stupid whenever I go on my hyper-fixation rambles. Heâs just so fucking attractive, it gets under my skin. His stupid curly hair that I just want to run my fingers through. Donât even get me started on his hugs. Anytime he has given me a hug, I just want to stand there in his arms forever. He always smells so good too. I know thereâs a running bit that he smells like death sometimes but he has never smelt bad. Oh my god and donât even get me started on..â You quit rambling realizing all three of the women in front of you look like theyâre about to throw up and thatâs whenever you feel like thereâs someone standing right behind you.
âHeâs right behind me, isnât he?â You asked, quoting the meme.
âUh, letâs walk in guys. Iâm getting a bit cold.â Erin said standing up alongside Courtney and Angela.
You slowly turned around to face Spencer. âHeeeeey.â You said in defeat and just flopped down on the bench.
âHey, sorry. If I knew you were confessing your undying love for someone, I wouldâve just waited before coming over here.â Spencer said while shrugging his shoulders and sitting down beside you.
âHa ha, very funny.â You responded glaring at the guy beside you. âYou donât have to act like you donât know that I was talking about you.â
Spencer looked at you shocked for a minute then just laughed, âWait, so your whole little confession thing was about me?â
âWhat all did you hear?â You asked putting your head in your hands.
âIâm not gonna lie, I did figure out it was me whenever you mentioned my âcurly hairâ and the running bit that Shayne and Amanda joke about on the podcast, about me smelling like death.â He says sinking down a little in his bench.
You turned a little in the bench to face him and just started rambling, âIâm so sorry if it made you uncomfortable. I completely understand if you donât want to be friends anymore or be around me. Erin just asked me and I just broke and started talking about all of the things-â
Spencer cut you off, âI donât want to be friends anymore.â
You could feel your heart sinking and you immediately got sick to your stomach till you noticed the smile on his face.
You couldnât focus on what he was saying because all you could think about is why is he smiling? He hates you now, doesnât he? Heâs never going to trust you again. Your thoughts were cut off by something warm on your face and thatâs whenever you snapped out of it. You come to it and realize Spencer has his palms, holding your face.
âYou didnât hear one word I just said, did you?â Spencer asked laughing at you and squishing your face a little in the process.
You shook your head no slowly since his hands were holding your face.
He didnât say anything. He just leaned forward and pressed his lips on yours. It was like everything froze in that moment.
It took a moment for you to process what had just happened before you leaned forward again and kissed him again quickly.
âWait, so you do feel the same way?â You asked, staring at Spencer like a child who just found out they were going to Disney World.
âNo, I just kiss my friends after they confess their feelings. Of course I do, you dork. We can talk all of this out tomorrow whenever weâre sober alright. Letâs just head back inside and get plastered. Deal?â Spencer said while standing up and offering you his hand.
âDeal, it is quite cold out here.â You responded taking his hand.
He let go of your hand for a moment to take his jean jacket off. He holds his jean jacket out to you and gets this shit eating grin on his face.
âHere, you can wear this. I was getting kind of hot anyways. You can smell it all night since you apparently like to be a little weirdo and smell me.â He says trying to not laugh.
âThatâs not what I meant!â You got defensive and tried to explain yourself before you noticed Spencer was silently laughing to himself.
âI was teasing you. Now, letâs head back inside and get bullied by everyone for finally not being wimps and admitting our feelings.â
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It was the weekend, and you decided that after all your hard work during the weekdays, youâd finally treat yourself to something nice.
Because you never took a break, but this was much needed.
And right now, nothing sounded better than a massage. You hadnât had one in ages, so it was long overdue.
You excitedly book your appointment. Luckily, they could fit you in as early as tomorrow, so that would be perfect. Then, you could start your work week feeling revitalized and refreshed.
So, on second thought, you have no idea how revitalized or refreshed you are going to be feeling after this.
You were currently lying face down on the table, doing your best to hold back the sounds that were threatening to come out.
You knew it was wrong, so wrong, but how could you help yourself when your masseur was the single most hottest person to ever walk this god-forsaken earth?
Originally, you had booked with a woman, but you were informed that she was feeling unwell, and they gave you the option to re-book. But you really wanted a massage today, so you took the next available spot.
Which looking back at it now, you probably shouldâve because this was the best yet worst thing thatâs ever happened to you.
You knew you should have rescheduled when you heard them mention a male's name to be your new masseur, but you were so driven on getting a massage today that you so foolishly went along with it.
His hands felt like heaven, but your thoughts were deep in hell. Every time he rubbed out one of the many knots in your neck, you were on the verge of moaning like, not sighing in relief or the occasional grunt from the slight pain. No, you were about to start moaning because his hands were working wonders on your body in places he wasnât even touching.
And when he placed his hands lower on your back, that was it. The first moan spilled past your lips, your eyes immediately widening in fear. You hoped and prayed he didnât notice, and he didnât seem to, but after that first moan, you couldnât hold back, especially when he reached your thighs.
You were just counting the minutes until this was over. What was supposed to be a nice relaxing evening turned into a stressful disaster, and you would much rather be at work than on this massage table making a complete fool out of yourself.
You were wet beyond belief. You were sure it was probably getting on the massage table, and that was another disaster you had to face, but youâd do that when the time came.
Heeseung, your masseur, has been doing this job for a little over a year. Yes, heâs had people making plenty of noises on his table, men and women, but the noises you were making this was an absolute first. Maybe his mind was in the gutter, but to him, it sounded like you were straight-up moaning, and as many times as he tried to shake off the feeling of arousal in his lower region, he just couldnât. He was more than happy that you were enjoying yourself, but heâs afraid he might have been enjoying it even more than you, judging by the tent in his pants.
He excused himself with the guise of going to get more massage oil cause he âran out,â but you didnât mind cause at least this would give your poor body and mind a break.
Heeseung hid himself in the bathroom, attempting to calm the intense throbbing between his legs by splashing cold water on his face, but it was to no avail. He checked his watch, and there were still fifteen minutes of the massage left. He patted his face dry and just accepted the fact that he was doomed. Oh, how he wished his co-worker wasnât feeling sick today. Then, he could have never had to face this embarrassing situation that heâs currently in. He had the right mind to just say he wasnât feeling well and go home, but that option was off the table for obvious reasons.
âSorry for the inconvenience.â he clears his throat when he comes back to your room, and he takes at least a good minute to stare down your oiled body. Your skin felt so smooth and soft under his palms the softest heâs ever felt, and thatâs saying a lot.
âGet it together,â he slaps his cheek as he scolds himself quietly.
When you heard him come back, youâd convinced yourself that you were calm enough to finish the rest of your massage, that is, till you felt the first few drops of oil hit your back, soon followed by his large hands massaging it in.
He focused his ministrations on your lower back, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he held back a moan. Not to say it mattered, though, because he would have rather moaned than do what he did next. âFeels good, yeah?â He whispers, tone deep and gravely an octave lower and filled with desire.
You whimper just from the sound of his voice, and by now, youâve lost all types of resolve and self-control. âYes, heeseung so good.â
âYeah,â he gulps harshly, the movement of his hands much more sensual as he softly kneads your waist and dips his hands beneath your towel just above your butt. âThat feel good too?â Your eyes fluttered as a gush of arousal seeped from your aching hole
âYes,â you whisper, mind and body completely gone.
âAnd how about this?â He cups your supple backside in his hands, rubbing the soft flesh as he presses his erection against the massage table for some type of relief.
âFuckâ you bite your lip, all the embarrassment leaving your body and being replaced by pleasure.
He experimentally ran his fingers between your crease, trailing his way to your dripping folds, and you gasped at the sensation, mind spinning with nothing but want for your masseur.
He groans as he sinks a finger in you, and the way you grip the tip of his finger has his eyes rolling back in his hand. And donât even get him started on how soaked you are. âMust feel really good,â he smirks, playing with your hole and slipping in another finger. Youâre too lost at this point to even rationalize what youâre doing, but from the looks of it, neither of you really cared.
He ran his fingertip down the expanse of your back until he reached your ass and gave it a firm squeeze with his free hand as he thrust his fingers in and out of your tight wet hole.
âFuck heeseung,â he angled his fingers just right, rubbing your gummy walls until your legs were quivering and you were already embarrassingly close.
âShit, youâre so fucking wet, baby god damn,â he moans at the sight of his fingers coated in your juices. âCum on my fingers, baby. Can feel you clenching around me.â he pumps his fingers quicker until you're moaning with every rub on your g spot. âYeah, so fucking tight,â he breathes through his nose, lips parted in awe as he loses himself in the sounds of your wet cunt and soft whimpers.
âG-gonna cum heeseung,â you moan as quietly as possible, not to alert anyone to what you and your masseur are doing behind closed doors.
âGo on thenâ The way he spanks your ass makes you clench even tighter, and you finally release your squirt all over the table and his fingers. âLet it all out fuckâ The lewd squelches of your pussy makes you feel embarrassed, but he doesnât stop. He keeps fingering you until youâve made a huge fucking mess everywhere, and heâd never forget this beautiful sight on his massage table. âSo pretty.â
Youâre a panting moaning wreck on his table, and once you come down, he slowly pulls his fingers out, sucking them clean as you turn around on the table, a seductive look in your eyes. âI think itâs only fair that you get a happy ending, tooâ he cocks a brow as you place your hand on the stiff bulge in his white pants, and heâs definitely not objecting.
Thank god his co-worker was sick today.
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Iâll Miss You (Divorcing the Ancient Cookies)
Angst really was overdue for a while! Sometimes, itâs for the best in these situations..
You noticed that Pure Vanilla was rather bright and friendly towards White Lily, even more-so then he was with you. You tried to ignore it and try to say it was just their friendship being nice to justify it, but it became harder to do so when you saw how nice he was her.
When Pure Vanilla came home to your castleâs chambers, he already knew by the atmosphere that something was wrong, he was worried as he asked what was wrong?
You announced separation.
He was already crying as he pleaded with you to reconsider, he didnât mean to make you feel neglected, he was so sorry, you were way more important to him. He kept pleading as tears overwhelmed his eyes, voice shaky beyond belief.
Time would go by, you two would remain friendsâŠbut Pure Vanilla will forever be haunted with the guilt of losing youâŠyou didnât deserve to lose himâŠhis heart couldnât bear to see you with another cookieâŠ
He will never love anyone else as much as youâŠ.
Hollyberry was always going out, traveling the lands and fighting ferocious monsters. They were only once in a while, but they started to get more and more frequentâŠleaving you alone at home more and more. You tried to stick it out, but it only ended up hurting more and moreâŠuntil you made the painful decision to announce separation.
If she wanted to be free to venture the world with nothing tying her downâŠthen youâll set her freeâŠ
You had never seen someone go a complete 180 in personality. She ran straight towards you and enveloped in one of her crushing hugs. NoâŠno! You two cannot separateâŠnot nowâŠnot ever! She did want to travel the farthest reaches of Earthbread and fight the most terrible monstersâŠbut she did not want to lose youâŠ
You returned the hug as you tell her youâll always love her. This only made her cry harder as she realized how much sheâll miss you too, it felt like agony. She whispers in your ear that she loves you too. She loves you so, so, so muchâŠ
Every cookie in the kingdom could tell Hollyberry wasnât nearly as jolly and cheery as she used to be, her heart felt empty without you. She can never shake off this agonizing feeling of her broken heart.
She didnât care nor want adventure and excitement from fighting monstersâŠwhat she truly wanted was youâŠ
Dark Cacao was paranoid, he wanted that wall fortified by any means necessary, he dedicated all his time and effort to making sure the kingdomâs defenses were in top shape to fend off any siege. You were proud of him for being protective and considerate of his kingdom and the cookies within, but you felt like he was growing more and more distant with you.
It didnât help that his advisor, Affogato Cookie, insisted that Dark Cacao focused on the castle, it had to be able to fend off a whole army! Cacao promised time and time again that tonight would be the night dedicated to the both of you. Cue him being too busy about the Wall againâŠanother evening togetherâŠnever fulfilled.
It was clear that his kingdom was his top priority and while you fine with it, it still hurt you to see that he wonât step away from a moment to show that he still loves you, nor keep to his promises of time together.
Heâll be the most collected of the ancients when came time to separate, but on the inside was his emotions go haywire. Heâll be insistent that THIS TIME, heâll drop everything this evening to spend with you! Please give him this chanceâŠ
He struggled to keep himself together when around you, it made his heart ache when he saw you talk to cookies with the kindness and happy mood that you used to talk to him with. It made his regrets go through the roof.
He promises to get you backâŠin one way or anotherâŠ
You were left wondering these days if Golden Cheese valued her gold and treasures more then she did valuing you. She says that she needed to keep up her reputation and alike, but when she showed more excitement for the gifts her subjects brought her then your homemade ones, it made you wonder if you were loving her enoughâŠ
You tried and tried to make gifts that were up to her standards, butâŠnothing seemed to work. The guilt of you believing that you were not enough to make her feel loved anymore grew worse and worseâŠuntil the thought of splitting came to you. Golden acheese deserved someone who was capable of making her happy, capable of making gifts that made her happyâŠ
She flew into a fit of sorrow and rage, who was telling you that she didnât love you enough?! They will pay for their rancid nonsense! She didnât want to believe that she was the one to tank your relationship, hurting you is the last thing she wanted to do! It would take you and some of her subjects holding her close to calm her down.
It would finally dawn on her that she had no excuses, she under-appreciated you and your efforts. She allowed her desire to be spoiled in her riches to take over, she regretted this so muchâŠyour homemade presents have so much more value, she didnât deserve themâŠ
The castle felt empty with you gone, she didnât have the energy to mercilessly rule over her subjects, she actually grew to detest the shiny gifts her subjects gave her, it was a constant reminder that amongst all these riches, she lost the one treasure that shined to her the most..
Sheâd even sell her whole kingdom just to have the chance to earn you and your trust againâŠ.all these richesâŠthey didnât matter anymoreâŠ.only you mattered
No.
White Lily is not even going to get it to that point, youâre her special cookie. Sheâs ready to drop her pursuit for the creation of a perfect cookie if she detects that itâs affecting you in any way and capacity.
But by the off chance that it does, sheâll already be all over you, crying and pleading that no magic was any more special then you. Sheâs completely willing to give it all up to keep you by her side! Walking away wonât do you any good, sheâs already clung her arms around your legs.
She wonât let mere pieces of paper stand in her way, they didnât matter to her in the slightest. She loves you too much to let you go that easily. Sheâs terrified that once she lets you go, sheâll never be able to hold onto you ever againâŠ
Similar to Pure Vanilla but to even worse extent. She can never move on from you, the mere thought of giving her love to another or you doing so broke her heartâŠshe wouldnât want to move on anyway. You were hers as she belonged to youâŠ
She was nothing without youâŠyouâŠare her everythingâŠ
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word count: 1.1k
warnings: pregnant reader, pregnant sex (safely), reader x jisung
synopsis: you want your baby out, and apparently sex was the way to do it (inspired by the scene in friends where rachel is pregnant and overdue)
its been a week. an entire week since this baby was supposed to be out, and it just. refuses. to come out.Â
youâve tried it all. exercises, walks, castor oil, massages, none of it works and youâre reaching your last straw. you want it out, you want to hold to hold you fresh baby in your arms, you want to see your husband with light shining in his eyes, but most of all you want the back pain and bulging stomach to be gone.Â
the only thing you havenât tried yet is sex. your doctor recommended it, something about the release of an orgasm helping with the contractions and the chemical makeup of sperm helping the process along, but the idea of it freaked you out, at first.Â
honestly, the thought of having sex itself wasnât a bad one - you havenât done much past heavy petting since you reached twelve weeks, a sharp contrast to the healthy sex life the two of you shared prior to that. you kind of ached for it, the thought of him inside of you and his hands on you makes you hornier beyond belief.Â
but, that mental block was still there. the thought of somehow hurting the baby, turning the wrong way or twisting or somehow contorting your body in a way that was harmful makes you want to cry despite the way you were throbbing for it.Â
you canât do anything about it now, heâs still at work for the next hour and you refuse to sit and wait for him with nothing to do but ruminate on the thought of fucking him. so, you take a long shower, the water steaming around you in clouds, soothing your aching muscles. when youâre done, you dress in a robe, hoping that heâll take it off of you soon.Â
by the time you pad out to the living room, heâs home already and sitting on the couch, still in his work clothes. he smiles at you when he notices you there, turning the volume down on his phone where heâs been scrolling through tiktok.Â
âhave a nice shower?â he asks, looking back down but spreading his arm over the back of the couch like heâs expecting you to settle in next to him. which, you usually would, but not today.Â
âletâs have sex,â you say instead, holding back a laugh when his head shoots up immediately.Â
âiâm sorry?â his voice is high pitched, eyes wide like you just asked him to commit murder with you.
âi need this baby out, it will help, and im horny. have sex with me,â you demand, moving closer to him until youâre crowding him into the couch.
âyouâre sure?â he says, placing a gentle hand on your stomach and rubbing a bit. heâs so gentle, and you usually love when he is, but right now his touch is like a flame to your skin.
âyes, itâs all iâve been thinking about today. please.â
âwell,â he clears his throat, flushing a bit as he bites his lip. âi looked up what positions would be best. for the baby, you know? just in case. you canât be on your stomach, obviously, or your back because of the blood flo-â
you cut him off with a kiss, hands fisted into his shirt, pulling him up off the couch and flushed against you.Â
âif youâre not inside me in the next five minutes, iâll die.â you say against his lips, pressing your lips to his one more time before pulling back. he nods fervently, taking your hand and walking you towards your bedroom. he stops in the hallway by it to bring your hand to his mouth, pressing a long kiss there while he looks at you with shining eyes, before opening the door.Â
he kisses you again once you stop by the bed, slowly untying your robe and letting it slide off your shoulders onto the floor. youâll reprimand him about it later, but right now the feeling of his warm hands on you is enough of a distraction. itâs different than kissing him has been recently, knowing that itâs going to lead to something more has butterflies erupting inside of you like itâs your first time again.Â
âlay on your side, baby,â he instructs, pulling away from you and guiding you to the bed; he helps you lie down, hands light on your body as he guides you. the urge to tell him that you can do it yourself is on the tip of your tongue, but you hold it back. he loves taking care of you, even before he knocked you up he loved taking care of you. itâs one of the ways he likes to show that he loves you, so you let him do it. and, selfishly, itâs usually so nice to be pampered by him.Â
he places a pillow under your head, holding your head up with his hand while he slides it under, his touches as gentle as possible. you lay against the mattress, a snippy demand for him to increase his pace at the tip of your tongue. before you can let it out he spoons up behind you and you realize that heâs naked, his bare skin pressed up against yours.Â
he doesnât fuck you right away. he takes his time running his hands over your body, from your breasts down your curved stomach and further to your thighs, squeezing your soft flesh between his fingers. he stops around your core, hiking one of your legs up so he can have better access.Â
âmm, youâre so wet already,â his voice is deep as he spreads you apart, rubbing at your clit in slow circles.Â
âbeen thinking about you,â you breathe out. youâre already tongue-tied, gone for him even with just a few touches. âfor weeks. months. need you.â
when he finally sinks inside of you, your body relaxes in a way it hasnât since before you got pregnant - your muscles melt into the mattress and your lead lilts further to the side as you let out a deep sigh. one of his legs wedges between yours, locking you into him. his hand snakes around your body to rest on your stomach, rubbing a bit as he slowly rocks into you, his breaths tickling your ear.Â
he takes his time with you, letting you fall apart on him over and over as he maintains his pace. despite this, you know heâs just as needy, just as desperate from the way his muscles are tense from holding back. when he finally comes, he releases deep inside of you, holding you close as he pants into your skin. youâre all but melted into the sheets, brow sweaty and hair a mess, but he holds you against him still even after he pulls out.
âanything?â he asks.
âno,â you sigh, letting out a long groan. âbut it was so worth doing that.â
â...i heard doggy style is good for the baby, too.â
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tied red strings of fate
ft. gojo satoru x gn!reader
request: omg .. tadhana by udd + satoru please ?Â
content warnings: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, jjk manga spoilers [ch 236], canon divergent, implied that reader knows about curses but is not a sorcerer, lowkey a character analysis but yeah, happy ending
wc: 1283
note: when i saw this request i was so happy because tadhana* is literally one of my fave opm classics! also, im sorry nonnie if this was long overdue, figured i'd give him some fluff at his death "anniversary" heh (albeit a little late). i miss our glorious king sm :(( happy holidays đ
song: tadhana-up dharma down
*tadhana=destiny
gojo satoru is a force to be reckoned with. his name rings a bell and brings shivers to the spine of any potential enemies he has.Â
he's gojo satoru, the strongest of all, the holy grail of jujutsu sorcery. he's gojo satoru, whose power literally repels and divides everyone else and him.
but to you, he's a lover, a man of his own, an independent being who is capable of emotions. he's satoru. the love of your life.
so when he decided to call it quits, to say you were devastated is an understatement. you were left broken, calling out his name at night hoping he would appear in front of you just one, for closure. him closing the chapter of your book got you weeping and yearning for more of him.Â
because even though he's your lover, even you have a hard time of catching a glimpse of who he really is. satoru is an open book, but he's hard to understand. you did all your best to ease him and make him open up, show more of himself to you, bare his truth, the good, the bad, and the ugly, all of them you're willing to accept.
alas, the universe has other plans, the challenge ended even before it began, he is most definitely an enigma, someone that you will probably never get to solve. satoru's backed turned against you was a sight you are never going to forget. you spent months moving on and try to live a life where he isn't yours. it's hard but you try to manage anyway.
so when a knock on your door was heard by the 31st of december, you didn't expect gojo satoru in his full glory standing before you. as shocked as you are, you see his eyes had sunken. he's beyond exhausted but when he sees you, his eyes lighten up and you feel the warmth of his arms and your feet off the floor. you miss this, you miss him, it was all so familiar and something you very much miss. every fiber of your being remembered the way he touched you, triggered by the way his hands gripped onto your waist for dear life. as confused as you are, you reciprocated his gesture, opting to rest your hand on his shoulder blades.
"satoru?" you managed to voice our before you feel him put you down but his embrace remain. he then rests his head on the crook of your neck, then you hear him sniffle. suddenly you feel something drop onto your skin. his tears slowly roll from his face to your neck and shoulders.
satoru's lips wobbles as he tries to contain himself but to know avail, he lets his cries out, deciding to bare himself to you and be vulnerable. he was so so so tired of fighting. as great as the title 'the strongest' sounds, it gets too lonely even for him. being on the top is lonely. and he knows it himself.
he'd rather fall from grace than live a life where he isn't yours. he was too late to realize it. he was so stupid, too cocky, too condescending that it took him facing death before realizing that he wants to live, just for you. so when he finally defeats the evils of the jujutsu world, his first thought is you. the only one who provided light in his dark and desolate world.
as charming and bright satoru is, he is often left in the shadows in the cave but when he came to know you, he was absolutely in love and smitten. you were like a fresh breath of air to him. but when he decides that creeping into your mundane and simple life would rather be selfish of him. someone cursed like him shouldn't be able to be with someone who is blessed and down to earth like you.Â
but being selfish be damned, he had faced battles, including one that almost left him biting the dust. he wants you, he needs you in his life and letting you go was definitely a mistake, something that he will never do ever again.
when his cries had calmed down, you finally get his voice again after a long time. "i'm so sorry," satoru started. "i was an idiot, i love you so much and i never stopped loving you. i was so stupid to let you go, i have never loved someone as much as i did with you." satoru knows his worth is probably lesser than any other being the moment he let you go, the only pillar who provided stability and balance in his life. he was impulsive, too proud, and too strong. but the way you held him every time you caged him into your arms is like he was fragile, someone to be protected, someone to cherish.
satoru loved that. and he was stupid to think that was worth letting go.
knowing you has made him scared of death, an entity or event that could break the two of you apart and live in separate worlds, and he couldn't bare to face it. he loves you too much to let himself go and so he fought with you in mind and thank any deity that exists, he finally won.
gojo satoru is the strongest.
so seeing him crumble right before your very eyes as his knees meet the concrete is a shock. he had bowed before you first before he had bowed to any higher up. hell, satoru bowing before anyone else would come as a shock. he held onto your ankle for support, his voice begging to take him back as he spews even more apologies that he can manage.
"please, please, i'm so sorry darling, i'll do what it takes for you to take me back. i love you so much, no other human had made me feel this way, please i'm so sorry. i miss you so much, god, i can't even remember a life before you, please." satoru had begged, begged, and begged, his voice getting louder and louder and each increased volume of his voice his hurt is more evident.
with the way his voice cracked broke your heart, and that's when you knew he meant every single letter, every syllable, every drop of tear, and every breath of his apology.Â
you had completely broken the strongest. but satoru doesn't mind. even if you break him a thousand times, he'd painstakingly pick up every single piece of himself to present it to you. and that's what he's doing right now.
"i forgive you 'toru," he barely hears you say through his wails and it slowly comes to a halt. he then lost the feel of your ankles as he sees you kneel yourself to his level. your hands reached to touch his face and there you see his eyes, glassed with tears, love, and regret. satoru feels the heat of your hands on his cheeks and his instincts leaned into it. "i was hurt, but i'm never mad, i just wished you'd tell me why," his heart broke when he heard your voice crack.
"but you're hear now, right? we can fix this, we can fix us." you say as you carefully wipe the tears on his face. satoru nodded as he holds your wrists and caress his thumb on it. "yeah, we'll fix us."
"together?"
"together," satoru said in confidence.Â
and with a light heart, satoru leans in to catch your lips on his, sealing his silent promise to never hurt you ever again, or he will never get to forgive himself.
he's gojo satoru.
he'll always find a way back into your arms.
another note: i'm quite unsure with the ending but this is all that i got đ i hope this was on par with your expectations nonnie hehe đ«¶đ»
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If it's alright, I'm just curious, do you have any thoughts of your own or theories about Oscar or Ruby or both of them in terms of v10? To add, do you have any theories for the merge and how it will end up for both Oscar and Ozpin? Like will it be a good or bad thing? Sorry if these questions seem vague lol
Of course it's alright to ask! I do have many thoughts and a handful of theories. I'll admit most of them are wishful thinking since there's truly no way to tell where the story will go until it actually happens. But if I were to distill it to the ones I'm most expecting and why, then I'd probably say:
Expansion on Ruby's solo arc that kicked off in V9
Acknowledging the setups (plural) between Ruby and Oscar's arcs
The merge-curse is eventually broken (blame the allusions)
I'll elaborate a bit below.
1. Expanding on Ruby's Arc
What we saw Ruby go through in V9 is very much not the end of that particular plot line, imo. We saw a bit of this in Justice League: Part 2 and the final ep of RWBY Beyond where she talks to Clark and Yang about her struggles a bit. Ruby needs to learn how to both ask for and accept help from those around her so the weight of everything she's carrying doesn't crush her. Especially now when they're down to the wire and she's come back as a resurrected martyr who's face has been used at the centre of the resistance movement she's now helping to lead. How will she live up to the expectations and pressures of that impossible pedestal when she's only a human girl with very normal knees who's barely keeping it together? Also, while I don't know exactly how they're going to address everything she experienced, and I struggle to imagine her speaking about Neo's Horror House to anyone directly... that sort of trauma doesn't just go away once it's over. So I would be very surprised if the effects of it didn't ripple throughout the remaining chapters of the show. Especially when every other member of RWBY has seemingly had the bulk of their main character arcs already. It's long overdue for Ruby to get that time in the spotlight. Which does sort of lead into my next point...
2. Acknowledging the Setups in Ruby and Oscar's Dynamic
For starters, we've got the merge and ascension parallels to address. Ruby and Oscar have always mirrored each other's issues around identity, choice, fear, responsibility, leadership, etc., and this buildup seems to be coming to a head following V9. From Oscar's "I'm just going to be another one of his lives, aren't I?" to Ruby's "What if you could be anyone?", and how the two of them will relate to each other in light of those contrasting - but similar - experiences. Especially with Ruby having just come back from the tree to find Oscar fighting against the merge harder than ever before. But we also have their attachments to each other to sort out as well. Ruby and Oscar have been watching each other's backs in different ways since V5, their reunion hug in V8 was interrupted where no other "pairing's" was, and they were the only "pairing" still to be split up between the Ever After and Remnant. Not to mention that, while they were separated, Ruby was pushed to a breaking point after being shown an illusion of losing Oscar, while Oscar was back in the real world eulogizing about how he lost Ruby. CRWBY doesn't setup relationship parallels and focuses as intensely and intentionally as this without pay off at some point.
Again, while the specifics are nearly impossible to predict, I'm expecting a bit of a Dojo Scene Reprise, heart-to-heart of sorts, and/or, something that puts those attachments to the test. My immediate thought is that this test will finally push Oscar to unlocking his semblance since getting shot, falling from Atlas, being kidnapped, and tortured were all not enough to make it happen. (Although my wishful thinking is that it unlocks in a happier moment, I think that's much less likely.)
If I were to engage in pure speculation on this, my easiest bet is that it will come at the hands of Tyrian. When our Little Prince was first introduced, it was almost as if he was waking from a nightmare of that villain laughing with glee at the opportunity to hunt down a certain rose. And with this being the Vacuo arc with Ruby and Oscar getting a lot of focus, and Tyrian already on the prowl within the kingdom, it would make a lot of sense. The little prince fated to have a confrontation with a venomous antagonist in the desert over his attachment to a rose is about as textbook as it gets. (I could also see it go to Cinder or being delayed until they follow through on the threat of Ruby being kidnapped by Salem, if that's the route they decide to take. But again we'll have to wait and see how it plays out.)
3. Oscar and the Merge
I'm not entirely sure where they're headed with this one between now and the resolution... but I do think the resolution itself will otherwise be a happy one, if not bittersweet. RWBY is a story about breaking cycles, and Oz has been part of one of the longest on Remnant since the very beginning. Pairing that with this show being, ultimately, a happy story, as well as a looking at two of Oscar and Oz's shared allusions, I can only imagine they will be separated by the end.
The first allusions to mention are from The Marvelous Land of Oz. Princess Ozma (aka Oscar) is the rightful heir to the kingdom and next in line to take over when it's time for the wizard to retire. It's very clear that - however this plays out - Oscar is the final incarnation. Typically, when one ruler leaves the throne that's it. They're gone. Oz has fiddled with Remnant's history for countless millennia now in his endless fight against Salem. When the dust settles and it's time for Remnant to rebuild, it should be up to the new generation to take charge without his influence from "the old world" in the mix.
From a Little Prince lens - for those unfamiliar with the book - the aviator (aka Oz) spends much of the story waffling about the little prince he is stranded with in the desert... only to be very sad when his new friend leaves him behind to go home to the stars. RWBY is already subverting this story a bit with Oscar being the one wanting to be rid of his pilot instead of the other way around. If I were to guess how the show will carry this further, it would be that Oz moves on, but perhaps with some lingering attachment on either (or both) sides. Maybe a bit of a "all this time I wanted it to end, but now that it's finally happening, I wish I (you) didn't have to go".
At least that's what seems to make sense to me, thematically speaking. Oscar will be irreversibly changed by these events even if he is freed from the curse, however. There is no question about it. Because that is what the Hero's Journey is all about.
The hero leaves their farm and they fall through a new world. It is both horrifying and exciting in equal measure. And throughout it all they are changed by the experiences they have and the people they meet - both good and bad, within their control and outside of it. And when the quest is finally over, there is grief. Because you are not the same person you were when you left home, and you can never truly return to what you had and who you were before it all happened.
This is also, coincidentally, just what it means to grow up. Which - while not the only one, and certainly not unique to Oscar's arc alone - has always been one of the loudest allegories hiding within the merge to me. We meet and know people, we don't always have a say in how long they can stay and how they change us... and then one day they are gone, but their influence and our memories of them stay with us. And then, as RWBY has taught us since the very beginning, we keep moving forward despite it all.
( @creatoriamari tagging you here just in case to make sure you get the notif because I don't know if it still works if I saved the ask as a draft. đââïž)
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