#You sly beautiful composer you

[ncttytrack]

hi can you make a drabble abt jake fucking a fan after their concert in the backstage 😵‍💫🤤

Damn 🤤 I think i got a little bit carried away...

His personal groupie - s.j

Idol!Jake x fan!reader

Words: 1,5k

Warnings: power dynamics, cream pie, Dom!Jake, Sub!reader

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You were just about to leave the enhypen concert when a guard suddenly appeared in front of you, telling you that the group wants to meet you. As you are confused as to why, you were also excited, they are your favourite singers afterall. When you finally get backstage, you see a door with a sign. ‘Enhypen'. Your whole body is shacking, and you take a deep breath to compose yourself. You nervously knock on the door, maybe too light for the members to even hear.

The door suddenly flies open, and you look up to see Heeseung in front of you. When he sees who it was that knocked on the door, that person being you, a smirk appeared on his face. He looks back at the others, "Jake, she's here". He says as the other members begin to snicker. They all leave, looking back at you while walking away, making you confused.

"Why are you just standing there? Come in beautiful" Jake says and looks at you with a sly grin. Beautiful. Jake Sim just called you beautiful. What is going on? "Erhm, okay" you say awkwardly as you walk into the room, looking anywhere but at Jake.

"You are very pretty, I noticed you on the first row at the concert". Jake is getting closer to you, licking his lips. Your heart beats hard in your chest. You can't believe that Jake just invited you backstage, and you definitely can't believe the words coming out from his mouth. "T-thank you". He bites his lips trying to hold in his laughter. She is so cute. “It's true", he says, being closer to you now.

He definitely picked the perfect fan for his groupie. All the others in the hyung-line had already had one, and he eagerly waited for his turn to fuck a fan. Sunghoon always says how powerful he feels after doing it, like an egoboost. Jake wants that god damn ego boost.

You can feel the touch of Jake's hand on your chin, lifting you up to look at him. You let out a gasp when you feel his thumb sliding over your lips, making your heart skip a beat. You are too concentrated to notice that Jake used his other hand to close the door behind you, though forgetting to lock it.

"Have you ever fucked a celebrity?", he says, still playing with your bottom lip. You gulp down your saliva nervously, trying to calm yourself. The fact that Jake from Enhypen just asked that question, makes this seem like a total joke. “Hm?" Jake hums when he doesn't get an answer as fast as he wanted, tilting his hand to the side and cocking an eyebrow.

"No, no I haven't". You say, trying to keep your eyes away from him. His hands suddenly appear on the lower part of your back, pushing you closer to him, and therefor making it easier for him to slide his leg between your thighs. You whine at the feeling from his leg rubbing against your core. He lets out a chuckle, pressing his hand on your back even harder towards him, making your back arch. Because of this, your breast is pressing against his chest, and he loves how soft you feel.

"Do you want to?" He says, looking down on you. As if you could ever say no. "I promise to make you feel good alright?". You can feel your stomach tingle, and your pussy is already getting wet by his words. Surely this is a once in a lifetime offer, a opportunity you can’t waste. “Please fuck me Jake". His hand leaves your chin, grabbing the back of your neck to press your lips against yours. You moan at the kiss, still feeling his leg rubbing against you. His tongue slides through your lips, making the kiss go deeper. Even his tongue is stronger than yours, making it go deeper down your throat, making you choke and unable to break the kiss.

When he finally pulls away from you, a string of saliva connecting your lips, you would already be out of breath. He then kisses you again, while backing you up towards the couch behind you, pushing you down gently using the strength from his body. Your hair is already messy from his touch, and your whole body is hot, and the only thing you want is Jake to take off your clothes. As if Jake could read your mind, he removes your shirt, making your boobs pop out in front of him.

His lips leave yours, kissing you down your neck to your nipple sucking on it while playing with the other. You let out a moan, louder this time, at the feeling of his warm wet lips, sucking and pulling your nipple with his teeth, making you feel pain but also pleasure. While you grab his hair, his other hand creeps down under your skirt and gently begins to rub your pussy outside of your panties.

"Tsk, tsk, so wet for me hm? Who am I kidding, you probably were wet for me already watching me at the concert" He says looking down at you, finally sliding in his hands inside your panties. The wetness makes Jake let out a hiss, and he can feel his cock twitch in his pants. He loves the feeling of your wet folds against his fingers, and to know that you were this wet for him? He could do this for days. He takes off your panties, throwing it into his bag on the other side of the room. A souvenir.

He slowly rubs his fingers up and down on your pussy, barely brushing over your clit on purpose, making you feel frustrated. He is teasing you, laughing when he sees you buckle your hips trying to rub harder against his hand. Out of embarrassment you cover your eyes with your forarms, missing the sight of Jake taking off his pants with his other hand.

Suddenly the feeling of his hand is replaced by his cock teasing your entrance. And just as you are about to let out the nastiest moan at the feeling, you hear someone opening the door. You panic, you thought Jake closed the door. You look at the entrance and see no other than Heeseung, Sunghoon and Jay. You hide your face again. This can't be happening, what are they doing here. Heeseung licks his lips. "We want to watch", he says, grabbing a chair right beside you to sit on. "You really bagged a pretty groupie Jake", says Jay, walking towards the two of you. Suddenly you feel someone right besides you, grabbing your hands covering your face, pulling them away from you. "Too bad she covers herself too much" Sunghoon is looking right down at you.

Jake pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, irritated. He wanted to have his alone time with his fan. He slaps Sunghoons hands away from your wrists. "Watch. Not touch" He says with a stern voice, still teasing your hole with his cock. Sunghoon lets out a laugh, and leans back at the nearest wall. "Fine by me", “Let us watch you fucking your fan, Jake”

As humiliating this is, it's making you wetter than ever, and the arousal you feel is starting to hurt. You need his cock, even if you have to beg for it. "Please Jakey, just fuck me already" you say throusting up your hips trying to make contact with his cock. “Oh she's an eager one", Heeseung says, palming himself through his tight jeans.

Jake takes a deep breath when pushing his hard cock inside of you, stretching you out completely the more he slides into you. It doesn't take long before he thrusts in and out of you, starting off slow, but now going fast, trying to reach his high. His cock has been hard since he saw you at the first row, and he has basically been edgin for an hour. You look up at him, sweat is running down his forehead, dropping down your chest.

You look to the side at the others. Jay and Heeseung are jerking of on the inside of their jeans, while looking at you getting fucked by their bestfriend. Sunghoon however is still leaning towards the wall, smirking when he see you locking at him. "Why are you looking at me", he says and cocks his eyebrows, "Do you wish it was me fucking you right now", he says, obviously trying to be mean towards Jake for fun.

Jake grabs your chin to make you look at him instead, before roughly kissing you, muffling yours moans with his mouth. You can feel him getting closer by the way his thrusts become sloppier, and you both cum at the same time. By the sounds of it, the others do too. He pulls out of you, seeing the way your pussy is drenched with both his and your juices. He grabs the back of your head and leans his forehead on yours, while brushing your sweaty hair from your face. "You did such a good job baby”

Even months after fucking you, he couldn’t forget about you, still having your panties in his bag. Are are and will always be his first and only groupie.

[littlelamy]

rafe x 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚's𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭!𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 

the grand cameron estate glistened under the soft glow of twinkling lights, casting a warm ambiance over the annual charity event.

guests dressed in the finest couture mingled, clinking champagne glasses and exchanging laughter. rafe cameron, leaning against the marble bar, exhaled deeply, scanning the room out of habit rather than interest.

he was used to these events: wealthy people, meaningless small talk, and endless flaunting of status. nothing caught his eye.

until you walked in.

the moment you stepped through the large glass doors, rafe’s attention snapped to you. you weren’t just another guest; you were magnetic, a vision in a sleek, curve-hugging gown that shimmered under the lights. the dress cascaded down your form, accentuating every perfect line, and the way you moved was effortless, a confident grace that could only come from someone used to turning heads.

a victoria’s secret angel. he’d seen your face plastered on billboards and magazines, but in person, you were something else entirely, an intoxicating blend of beauty and power that made him feel out of his depth for the first time in a long time.

you caught him staring, your glossy pink lips curving into a sly smile, knowing the effect you had. instead of looking away, Rafe smirked, raising his glass in a silent toast. he liked a challenge.

it wasn’t long before your paths crossed. you were introduced by a mutual acquaintance, but rafe hardly registered the small talk. his focus was solely on you, your sultry eyes, the subtle scent of your perfume, the way your fingers lightly brushed his arm when you spoke. his skin burned from the brief touch, his pulse quickening with every second in your presence.

"you must be rafe," you said, your voice smooth like honey. "i’ve heard about you."

"only good things, I hope," rafe replied, his voice low, eyes locked onto yours.

you raised an eyebrow. "that depends."

the conversation flowed easily, but there was an undeniable tension between you: electric and charged. with every subtle touch of your hand against his arm, every lingering glance, the room seemed to shrink around you both. the heat of your bodies became impossible to ignore.

at some point, rafe found himself leading you out onto the terrace, where the sounds of the party faded into the background. the night air was cool against your heated skin, but rafe’s hand on the small of your back was warm, steady. his fingers pressed lightly, guiding you closer, and you didn’t resist.

"so, what’s the real reason you’re here tonight?" he asked, his voice thick with curiosity.

you tilted your head, eyes glinting under the moonlight. "same as you, i imagine. to make an impression."

his hand slid lower, his fingers brushing the base of your spine. you didn’t pull away, instead, you stepped closer, your chest grazing his. our breath hitched, but you kept your composure, teasing him with a sly smile.

"you’ve made an impression," he whispered, his lips dangerously close to your ear.

you felt his breath on your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. every inch of your body was aware of how close he was, the heat radiating between you two. your heart raced, but you kept your expression composed, even as his fingers traced the line of your back.

"and what do you plan on doing about it?" you murmured, turning your face toward his, lips nearly brushing his.

rafe’s gaze dropped to your lips, his fingers gripping your waist more firmly now, pulling you flush against him. the space between you had disappeared entirely, and his eyes darkened with an unmistakable hunger.

"i think you know," he said, his voice gravelly, as he leaned in, brushing his lips against your jaw.

you tilted your head back, giving him access, the tension building with every feather-light touch of his lips. his hand slid up, tangling in your hair, tilting your head back to meet his eyes.

“i think you’ll have to show me,” you whispered breathlessly.

rafe didn’t hesitate. he crashed his lips against yours in a searing kiss, his other hand gripping your waist possessively. you melted into him, your hands clutching the front of his shirt as his tongue teased yours, each kiss deeper and more intense than the last.

the world around you dissolved. It was just you and him, the chemistry between you burning hotter with every touch, every kiss. his hands roamed your body, exploring every curve as if he couldn’t get enough of you, and you responded in kind, your body pressing into his as if you needed him to hold you up.

“i’ve never met anyone like you,” rafe murmured against your lips, his hand cupping your cheek now, gentler, but still full of desire.

“good,” you breathed, “because I don’t plan on letting you forget me.”

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[moonselune]

Please Mademoiselle, some head-cannons about what animals the ladies like Druid!Tav to wild-shape into for novelty? What animals have they always wanted to pet but couldn’t? Tooth rotting fluff if you’re so inclined. Many thanks o’ gracious One.

eeeeeeeek so cute!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Karlach:

Karlach’s eyes light up the moment she sees you in the form of a lion cub, your paws too big for your body, and a little tuft of fur sticking out on your head. Her excitement is immediate, her huge grin impossible to contain. She’s always wanted to pet one, but she never got the chance while stuck in Avernus.

“Look at you!” she practically squeals, falling to her knees to scoop you up. She cradles you in her arms, her laughter deep and infectious as you wiggle in her grasp. “You’re too damn cute!”

You paw at her chest, pretending to be fierce with your tiny claws, but Karlach just laughs harder. She ruffles the fur behind your ears, her touch surprisingly gentle for someone so strong.

“I’ve always wanted to cuddle a lion,” she murmurs. “Guess my dream came true.” She holds you close, resting her cheek against your soft mane, her warmth making you purr contentedly.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Minthara:

Minthara is not one to show her softer side, but she has always admired the sleek elegance of panthers, their silent, deadly grace. When you transform into one, her eyes darken with approval. She doesn't hesitate, immediately kneeling beside you and running her hands along your glossy black fur.

"Powerful. Beautiful," she murmurs, her hands almost reverent as they glide over your muscular form. You nuzzle her hand, and for a moment, her fierce exterior softens. There's something almost tender in the way she strokes your fur, her fingers tracing the curve of your ears.

"Fitting that you should choose this form," she says, her voice low. "It suits you... and it pleases me." She smirks as you rub against her, your purr rumbling beneath her touch.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Lae'zel:

For Lae'zel, the idea of tenderness seems almost foreign—until you transform into a playful wolf pup. You had overheard her, once, admitting with a touch of reluctance that she admired the strength and loyalty of wolves, though she had never encountered one she could touch. So when you shift into the tiny, furry version of one, her usually stern expression cracks with intrigue.

She crouches down cautiously, eyeing you as you stumble over your paws. When you nuzzle her hand, she scoffs at first, unsure what to do. But soon enough, her fingers run through your fur, awkward but gentle.

“I didn’t expect you to be so soft,” she mutters, a small, begrudging smile playing on her lips as you yip in excitement, your tail wagging uncontrollably.

“You may have the loyalty of a warrior,” she says, scratching behind your ears, “but you are far more manageable like this.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Shadowheart:

Shadowheart always had a secret fondness for foxes, though she’d never openly admit it. There was something in their graceful movements, their sly intelligence, and their bushy tails that captivated her as a child. When you surprise her by wild-shaping into a sleek, russet-furred fox, her eyes widen in pure delight. She tries to remain composed, but the way her hand hesitates before stroking your fur gives her away.

“I’ve always wanted to pet one,” she mutters, her voice soft. Her fingers eventually brush over your head, cautious at first, then gentler, with growing confidence. The warmth of her hand against your fur sends shivers through you, and Shadowheart’s usual stoicism melts into a rare, genuine smile.

“Don’t get used to this,” she teases, though the joy dancing in her eyes says otherwise.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Jaheira:

Jaheira, a woman always in tune with nature, has a fondness for birds of prey. She’s often admired owls from afar but never quite had the chance to interact with one up close, even with her druidic background. So when you wild-shape into a beautiful, snowy owl with large, glowing bright amber eyes, Jaheira’s face lights up with wonder.

She approaches cautiously, as though she can’t believe the sight in front of her.

"Majestic," she whispers. When you tilt your head and hoot softly, she chuckles warmly, reaching out to stroke your soft feathers. Her hand is steady, reverent, as she lets her fingers brush your wings.

“I've always wanted to touch one,” she admits with a soft smile, “but I never imagined it would be like this.” You nuzzle her hand with your beak, earning a rare laugh from her.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

A little short one for this but hope you guys enjoyed it ! also i decided they can turn into baby animals bcs who wouldn't want to cuddle up with baby animals, I'm making those ladies vulnerable- Seluney xox

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[ladydigianna]

ours || poly! uliana's crew x reader

|| note: AHHHH IM SO EXCITED FOR ALL OF YOU TO READ THIS

|| pairings: uliana x reader, hook x reader, morgie x reader, hades x reader, maleficent x reader, maleficent x hades

|| poly, fluff, jealousy

|| from the author: my favorite characters from rise of red mwa mwa

-fic under the cut-

The corridors of Merlin’s Academy were alive with activity, filled with a mix of students from different backgrounds—royals, villains, and everyone in between. You walked through the halls with a confident stride, a natural result of your royal upbringing. Yet, behind that confidence was a heart that had been captured by a rather unconventional group.

Uliana, Hook, Morgie, Hades, and Maleficent—they were your everything.

Your relationship with them had started slowly, each bond forming in its own time, like pieces of a puzzle falling into place. Uliana, with her sly smiles and endless charm, was the first to draw you in. Hook followed with his reckless grin and roguish wit. Morgie’s quiet strength, Hades’ surprisingly warm heart, and Maleficent’s fierce protectiveness—all of them had captured your heart in their own unique ways.

And they had captured each other’s too. Love flowed freely between all of you, a beautiful, tangled web of affection that defied the expectations of the world around you.

But today, something felt off.

You were outside by the fountain, chatting with your friends—Bridget, Ella, and Charming—when you noticed Uliana, Hook, Morgie, Hades, and Maleficent watching from a distance. Their expressions were tight, their postures stiff. Something was wrong.

After saying goodbye to your friends, you made your way over to them. “Hey, what’s going on?”

Uliana’s usual smirk was missing as she glanced at the others. Hook was the first to speak, his voice laced with a rare vulnerability. “(Y/N), why are you with us?”

You blinked, confused by the question. “What do you mean?”

Morgie sighed, crossing his arms as he leaned against a tree. “You’re a royal, (Y/N). You have everything—the status, the friends, the perfect life. Why would you want to be with a bunch of misfits like us?”

The words hit you like a punch to the gut. You looked around at them, seeing the insecurity and doubt in their eyes. Even Maleficent, usually so composed, looked unsure, her gaze fixed on the ground.

Hades was the one who broke the silence. “You could have anyone, (Y/N). Why choose us? We’re not like you. We’re... not enough.”

Your heart ached at the sight of their pain. You stepped forward, reaching for Uliana’s hand first. “You’re all more than enough for me. I don’t care about being a royal or what anyone else thinks. I care about you—all of you.”

You turned to Hook, placing a hand on his cheek. “You make me laugh like no one else can.”

Then to Morgie, brushing your fingers against his. “You’re strong and steady, always there when I need you.”

You faced Hades next, cupping his face in your hands. “You have the kindest heart, even if you try to hide it.”

And finally, to Maleficent, who met your gaze with uncertainty. “You’re fierce and protective, and I love that about you.”

You took a step back so you could see all of them at once. “I love you all for who you are. That’s why I’m with you—because you make me feel like I’m home.”

Uliana was the first to react, pulling you into a tight embrace. “I’m sorry,” she murmured into your hair. “We were just... scared, I guess.”

Hook joined in, wrapping his arms around both of you. “Yeah, we’re idiots.”

Morgie, Hades, and Maleficent followed, surrounding you in a warm, protective circle. “We’re lucky to have you,” Morgie said softly.

“And I’m lucky to have you,” you replied, squeezing them all tightly.

The tension melted away, replaced by the comforting warmth of being with the people you loved most in the world. Whatever doubts they had, you were determined to dispel them, to show them every day just how much they meant to you.

The next day, everything seemed to return to normal, or so you thought. You spent the morning attending classes, and during lunch, you hung out with your friends—Bridget, Ella, and Charming. They were laughing about something when Bridget’s expression grew serious.

“(Y/N), can we talk for a second?” Bridget asked, her tone low.

You nodded, curious but not alarmed. “Sure, what’s up?”

Ella and Charming exchanged glances before Ella spoke. “It’s about Uliana, Hook, Morgie, Hades, and Maleficent. They’ve been... well, they’ve been pulling pranks. Mean ones.”

Your stomach dropped. “What do you mean?”

Charming sighed, running a hand through his hair. “They’ve been targeting other students. Specifically, other royals.”

“They’re trying to prove something,” Bridget added, her voice gentle. “I don’t think it’s malicious, but it’s definitely causing problems.”

You felt a mix of disappointment and frustration. This wasn’t like them—not the people you knew and loved. But you also remembered the conversation you had with them the day before, how they had expressed their insecurities about your relationship. It all made sense now.

“Thanks for telling me,” you said, your voice steady. “I’ll handle it.”

You found them later that afternoon, gathered in their usual spot. They were laughing, clearly pleased with themselves over something. But when they saw you approaching, their smiles faltered.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong?” Uliana asked, noticing the serious expression on your face.

You crossed your arms, not bothering to mask your disappointment. “I know about the pranks.”

Their reactions varied—Uliana looked guilty, Hook tried to play it off with a grin, Morgie and Maleficent avoided your gaze, and Hades sighed deeply.

“Why?” you asked, your voice filled with hurt. “Why would you do something like this?”

“(Y/N), it’s not a big deal,” Hook started, but you cut him off.

“It is a big deal, Hook. You’re hurting people because you’re insecure. You’re trying to prove something that doesn’t need proving.”

Uliana frowned, her guilt turning to defensiveness. “They had it coming. Those royals look down on us. They think we’re nothing but trouble.”

“And you’re proving them right by acting like this!” you shot back. “You’re better than this. All of you are.”

Morgie finally spoke up, his voice subdued. “We just... we didn’t want to lose you. They have so much to offer, and we’re just...”

You softened at his words, your heart aching for them. “I chose you. I choose you every day. But this? This isn’t the way to handle it.”

Hades, who had been silent until now, stepped forward, taking your hand in his. “We’re sorry, (Y/N). We didn’t think it would get this far.”

You squeezed his hand, looking at each of them in turn. “You don’t need to prove anything to me. I love you for who you are, not for what you think you should be. I don’t want to see you hurting others because of your insecurities.”

Maleficent finally spoke, her voice low but sincere. “We won’t do it again. We’ll make it right.”

Uliana nodded, her earlier defensiveness melting away. “We’ll fix this, (Y/N). We promise.”

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, feeling the tension leave your shoulders. “Thank you. I don’t want to see you guys hurt anyone, but I also don’t want to see you hurting yourselves with this kind of behavior.”

They all moved closer, surrounding you in a group hug that felt as warm and comforting as ever. Uliana pressed a kiss to your temple, Hook wrapped an arm around your waist, Morgie rested his forehead against yours, Hades held you close, and Maleficent gently touched your cheek.

“We love you, (Y/N),” Uliana whispered, and the others murmured their agreement.

“And I love you,” you replied, your voice thick with emotion. “We’re in this together, okay? No more doubts, no more pranks. Just us.”

They nodded, and you knew they meant it. The love you shared was stronger than any insecurities, any doubts. And together, you would face whatever challenges came your way, hand in hand.

[onyourhyuck]

Innocent Temptations. | L.DH

— Prologue: “I know we are at our son’s birthday party but it won’t hurt to leave for a few minutes.”

— Summary: Wherein your and Donghyuck’s son has a birthday party at a fancy restaurant but your husband can’t hold himself back seeing you in your new dress.

— Genre: Husband!donghyuck. Smut dni. Horny donghyuck. Man’s got the biggest breeding kink. Donghyuck says it’s an innocent matter but it was a lie. Having sex in a public space area (they do it in the private toilet). They get caught by the end of it.

— Notes: This was in my draft for way too long.

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You slap the top of your husband’s hands squeezing it tightly when you feel his sneaky hands creep under the table on your thighs. He puts on a snarky face smirking widely as you try to act calmly. But you can’t. Your husband has been trying to purposely make you snap at him.

And he knows you can’t hold on much longer with his hands on your body; rubbing on top of your skin or even doing this sneakily.

You’re both at the restaurant for your son’s birthday party. There are many parents of the other children that came to celebrate this event with you both. So you’re trying to stay calm and composed but as much as you want to be, your husband didn’t want to stay with the other parents; he found it intensely difficult to stay still when you look this beautiful in your party dress.

It’s been a while since you and Donghyuck went out looking all this dressed up and fancy. Parenting is very difficult and time consuming so the both of you basically forgot how you guys look actually. He’s so used to seeing you in his hoodie and sweats around the house rushing to take care of your hyperactive toddler that has the biggest mood swings that can go from a zero to a hundred real quick. And just like his father your son is very much a sneaky little kid who wants to have his way. And only his way.

He murmurs against your shoulder. He buries his lips close to your soft smoothing skin that just calms him and the fact he could smell the expensive perfume in your skin drives him insane. “Come on Y/n. I know we are at our son’s birthday party but it won’t hurt to leave for a few minutes.”

You can’t believe this man sometimes. The audacity for him to act like a feral animal when you’re both in a public setting. Not alone you’re surrounded by the other children parents.

“Donghyuck what’s wrong with you?” You snap turning to him in a hushed voice. He likes the way you turn around to face him while he’s smirking ear to ear as you’re basically now lecturing how inappropriate this is. “It’s Dongwook’s birthday. You can’t be serious right now.”

He raised an eyebrow. “I’m dead on serious.” You sometimes wonder, how did you get in a situation like this with him?

“I need to fuck you right now.” His voice was dangerously quiet only you could hear it and your ears perk up at how sly he sounds right now too. You hate that you find him so attractive because now you’re slowly becoming more and more comfortable with the idea.

He easily influences your decisions and you don’t even realise it because when he grabs your hand leading you up from your table. He excused you guys both saying you had something urgent to do, he even asked one of your closest friends Doyoung to keep an eye on your son Dongwook while you fix the urgent matter — in his pants. The next thing you know you’re dragged inside a private toilet and he locks it. These types of stalls are more open and wide for the both of your bodies to crash inside. He didn’t waste any second, hungrily kissing you for an opening. You force your eyes to close as you’re savouring such a kiss. It’s been so long since Donghyuck has kissed you this way. You completely forgot how it feels to be under your husband’s control.

Ever since you and Donghyuck had your son. Four years passed before you know it you’re going through a rough parenthood without any sex between you guys. It’s not like you didn’t want to have him fuck you. In fact you wanted him to and he wanted to do so too but the parenting over your son really took you guys completely consumed that you didn’t have any place or time opportunity to do this. Especially with his work. You’re at home alone with your son most of the time. It’s only been recently till you started working again.

And if it wasn’t your son consuming you both it’s your heavy responsibility over your work.

He groans against your lips as he pulls away. He was snapping down the belt off the trousers as he looks back at you in a dark gaze that you haven’t seen in so long — you feel so lost. Hypnotised. “It’s been so long since we last did it. I reckon I should stretch you out. Hm? What do you say to that.” He was asking you but you knew he wasn’t looking for an actual answer.

You only let out a moan in response as his fingers found the way inside your soaking panties. He’s rubbing on your loving swollen clit. He never thought you’d be wet this fast but he can’t help but smile knowing the effect he has on you is still there. Donghyuck’s mouth latches to your neck as his free hand he roams around your curvy body. Your body is so different now but in the best way possible he’d like to announce — you look more curvy. Your body looks way more mature now after pregnancy. Your breasts were bigger. Your hips have gotten widen and he must say your hips are the best thing ever. Donghyuck might become obsessed with getting you pregnant if your body looks this irresistible.

The fingers curling inside your body stretch you out nicely. Donghyuck made sure to take his time with you because it’s been a while since you guys did something like this. Overall he wants you to remember this moment for a while. You both never know when you can do something like this again with your bodies. Letting each other know how deep your love actually is for one another. Your faces reconnected into another passionate kiss as he fingers you quicker and he seen you protest in the kiss as you said you’re about to release. But he didn’t stop and you could only moan loudly as you feel your lower stomach clench.

He feels your body produce so much liquid as you orgasm he could feel his memory going numb. It must’ve been the best thing to see today. He hears you panting softly and Donghyuck kisses your nape softly. “I didn’t know you could orgasm this much over my fingers baby. Now imagine your orgasm my cock.”

You softly groan. “Donghyuck please fuck me.” And he swore he’s going to oblige to doing that. How can he be a good husband if he can’t even do that? He only smirks as he hears you say this showing how bad you want this as much as he does.

Your husband softly grabs your hips and positions your stomach flat on the sink as he rolls back your dress by the end. He reveals your ass he feels so proud seeing. It’s thick and it’s just the most perfect shape he could die for. Donghyuck manages to tease your wet pussy dripping with the tip of his cock. He brushes the tip against it but makes sure it doesn’t go inside fully.

It’s driving you mad, whatever he’s doing with his hard on tip it’s making you want to suck him inside your pussy walls already.

You grunt. “Can you put it in already?” You snap half annoyed now and Donghyuck laughs at how much you’re getting so heated over this. He grabs your hips sternly now. “Careful what you wish for baby.” He warns darkly as he suddenly pushed in his hard on long length in your slipping folds. You feel your hand covering your mouth muffling your shouting moan because you would’ve been able to get yourself and Donghyuck caught.

He tells you to keep quiet or else you might get caught by the restaurant staff. If you’re honest you shouldn’t be here for this long. But you can’t help it when your husband’s cock is stuffing you so much. Stretching every limb your own body is providing. Donghyuck can’t tell if it’s because you both haven’t had sex in so long but he feels different fucking you now. It’s like he’s losing more and more control. To him it’s much more intense and amazing now. Sure your sex in the past was also amazing ; but something about fucking you after so long since you gave birth it indulges him into a fantasy.

And now your husband is rutting on your behalf. His mind is taking over him and his only goal is to stuff you full of his load and have you orgasm so much you won’t be able to focus when you return back to the birthday party event.

He did tell you to be careful what you wish for.

You feel all sorts of noises slipping out of your lips sometimes you can’t even tell what you’re trying to say but you just can’t focus on anything else but your own body rocking back and forward as your husband is railing you from behind against the sink pressing on your bare stomach causing a cold sensation to leap on your skin. Your hair is starting to become a mess by the intense pressure of his thrusts. Your makeup was slightly smudged especially your mascara and you just know you’re going to leave looking like an absolute mess.

You know your husband wants you to look like a mess too. Donghyuck wants you to be reminded of what you guys did today. And he wants to have your body remember how his touch feels. How his cock makes you feel and how he is the only one who can be there to do this for you.

“I’m so close..! — Donghyuck.” You sweetly stutter with your stain lipstick becoming smudge on your chin and down.

He grabs on to your hips pushing you deeper. “Cum on my cock darling. Come on.” He encourages you so keenly but his body was pushing you to your high limits and you feel like floating when you finally orgasm one his cock. Donghyuck loves the feeling of your warm pussy juice dripping down your hole as he goes in and out of you. Just to stretch you once again.

It’s an addicting process that nothing can compare. The act of love but as well as your filthy animalistic urges. Especially Donghyuck’s.

He slowly murmurs against your ear. “I’m going to fill you up. Bet you’d like that wouldn’t you, my sweet sweet loving wife.” Your eyes widen as he coos beside your ear. You knew your husband loved children and he always told you that he would want a large family in the future.

You have no problem with having many children. But you weren’t expecting him to say this while you’re at a restaurant bathroom. And after seeing you in this dress and how much your body changes he wants to fuck a baby into you — that’s all it took for Donghyuck to come to terms that he wants another child right now.

You whimper when his hand brushes over your sensitive clit and now he’s ramming his cock inside you while also overstimulating your clit. You can’t help but grab the sink tightly and moan continually now getting louder and louder you couldn’t stop them no matter how much you tried. And your husband made sure everything can be heard. He’s so cruel with his actions but you love how rough he can be with you.

Because you’re aware of how much he must’ve been punting up his frustrations when seeing you look so beautiful in public. It turned him on instantly. It’s your effect and you love that you make him act out like a hungry animal in heat. Ready to devour you.

He croaks out. “What do you say? You want another baby? I really want one…” he hissed as he’s starting to feel the end coming. He grabs on your body tighter with each incoming wave of thrusts he’s been pushing inside your aching overstimulating pussy. Your muscles are contracting making your walls clench on his shape his large cock inside you crafts. And somehow this tells him you want him to do it. To put a baby on you. “I really want a girl.” He deeply said in wishful thinking.

“I want to give you a daughter.” He croaks. “Or should we try for twins?” you can’t help but think he’s lost it.

He’s lost it with you.

The man behind you looking so fucked out. Sweat dropping down his forehead. The clothes you’re both wearing are wrinkled and dusty from the toilet you’re inside and now your dress is slightly wet leaning against the sink the entire time. Your arms are wobbly and weak as you tried to support yourself from the front with each hard incoming blow he gave you. Donghyuck didn’t hold back with you. It’s been so long he couldn’t control himself at all. When your insides feel the sudden warm liquid filling your body completely. He stuffed you full. Your womb up to your evolving velvety walls. You were stuffed and he made sure you kept every little drop in you. None would get out he made sure of it.

And all you could do was pant as you turn around slowly and your eyes meet your husbands who look down at you seeing how beautiful you look even after he was handling you so roughly. Your lips meet one another. Donghyuck softly brushing his lips on yours as you kiss softly with the last remaining energy your bodies have.

You gently pull away and your voice sounds hoarse from all your heart-full moans from earlier. You really lost your voice all thanks to him.

“I can’t believe you want to have twins.” You said to him. Now you’re completely teasing him right after he rocks you back fucking you like there was not a tomorrow.

He looks on the side chuckling. “Hey,” he said slightly as you were teasing him. “Innocent Temptations never hurt anyone.”

He says that but there was nothing innocent about the way he was fucking you over a sink just because he really wanted to breed the crap out of you.

You gave him a look that he knows you didn’t believe him and you both leave the bathroom when you’re ready to look slightly more presentable. But when you returned opening the restaurant bathroom door, you were met with your friend Doyoung holding his son and your son’s hands as he gave you a look that he knew what you were up to.

Your face grows red as Donghyuck’s and your friend has caught you. He even gave you the scolding look at both of you.

Donghyuck smiles sheepishly though. He wasn’t embarrassed. But you were feeling embarrassed instead.

“Innocent temptations my ass, Lee Donghyuck.” You whisper to him scoldingly as you saw his smug looking grin on your husband’s face.

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As Long As We're Together (G/T Homelander x Reader)

2538 words. Hurt/comfort and fluff. Homelander is 8 feet tall. Reader is non-descriptive. Established relationship.

Your anniversary gift exchange doesn't go exactly as planned.

Made as part of the Cozy Corner Domaystic event put together by @cozycornerevents, using prompt #11 "unexpected gifts" and prompt #29 "peace offering".

It's officially been a month since you and Homelander started dating. Your relationship is still under wraps from the spying eyes at Vought, so the two of you can't celebrate your anniversary publicly. But that won't stop you both from having a special day.

As his personal assistant, you're trailing behind him on the set for 'Dawn of The Seven', making sure he has his lines ready. It's been a pretty busy shoot, and the two of you have not had much time to yourselves.

Eventually, there's a lull in between filming. You're following him as usual, flipping through the script to keep a strict tab on the upcoming scenes, but you are confused when he suddenly halts right in front of his trailer. Looking up at him, you can see a sly grin accompanying a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Come inside for a second," he smirks, bending down at the waist to whisper into your ear. "I have a surprise for you."

"I can't honey," you mention, pulling your phone out of your pocket and tapping the screen to bring up the current time. "I need to head back to the Tower in 15 minutes, I have a meeting with your marketing team."

Leaning back up to his full height, Homelander stares down at you in disbelief. You so nonchalantly took the ground right out from under him; he wasn't expecting any resistance, especially not on your anniversary. The day he confessed his love for you.

"N-no… no. No. Blow them off, come on," he stutters with a shaky smile, doing his best to regain his composure. "Come."

"I really can't stay," you divulge. "It'll take me at least 10 minutes to make it to the Tower and to the meeting room. Can this wait until I get back?"

Your words cut through him like a knife. All he wanted to do was to prove his devotion to you, and you're refusing him this chance. Your schedules have both been so chaotic today and he doesn't want to wait any longer for his surprise, definitely not until the evening when you're both off work.

"P-please," he mumbles quietly, his voice barely sounding audible. He can't let you leave, not yet.

Despite Homelander standing a menacing eight feet tall and you only reaching his abs, he could not seem any more small to you right now. All you see is a dejected puppy with big glassy eyes, so desperate for a scrap of your undivided attention. With a sigh, you walk up to him and reach for one of his large hands, squeezing your palm around the leather of his glove.

"This won't take longer than 5 minutes?" you ask.

"Of course not," he exclaims with a toothy grin. Your simple question is enough to wash away his fears and recapture his giddy childlike energy from moments ago. "Trust me, you'll love this."

Leading you to the trailer, he opens the door to let you in first so he can watch you spot his gift on the table. Your gasp fills him elation, ravishing in the way your body chemistry changes with delight. Carefully, you climb onto one of the oversized chairs in the dining area to get a closer look at what he got for you.

In the middle of the table is a perfectly designed bouquet, composed of a red rose heart nestled in a cloud of baby's breath. Tucked in between the flowers is a note card, wishing you a happy anniversary. Homelander even signed it himself, with a little heart doodle for you alongside his name.

"Oh hun," you exhale, bringing the flower vase closer to examine them. "These are so beautiful."

As he studies your reaction, he is perplexed as to why you appear to be blinking away tears. Are you upset at his gift? He thought this was a proper anniversary present; in every romantic movie he's ever seen the gentleman always brings his special someone a bouquet of flowers.

"Is something wrong?" he ponders, kneeling down so he can be at your eye-level. You can't help but smile at his face right next to yours, and the dread in his expression over making you cry.

"No, no…" you sniffle as you dry your eyes. "I'm just… I'm just happy. Nobody's ever gotten me flowers before."

"Thank you Homelander," you state, cupping his cheeks right before kissing him. Nearly instantly, he closes his eyes and exhales deeply through his nose as he melts into your affection. He leans more into your lips, softly keening as he chases after the genuine love that he's been searching for his entire life. Your palms petting his face have him entirely enraptured, and the noises of the movie set are long gone from his ears. Right now he feels like he's in heaven with the gentleness of your fingers running along his skin. His massive frame has practically encompassed yours with how close he's getting, but you don't mind. It's something you cherish, letting him forget his size around you.

When you pull away from your kiss, you can see how pleased he is just by the serene sparkles in his blue eyes. He has one hand placed on the back of your chair while the other is resting on your lap, taking up the length of your both your thighs.

"I have to get going now," you remark while you look up at the Vought-branded clock on the trailer wall. Sadly, your five minutes are up. "But I'll be back in an hour."

"Promise you'll come back as soon as you're done?" he asks, furrowing his brows slightly. He's so proud of himself for his gift, and he hates that he has to cut his time with you short now that he's received your gratitude.

"I promise," you respond, giving him one last quick kiss before stepping out of the trailer. You wave him goodbye as you head off, unaware that he is standing solemnly at the window as he continues to watch you with his X-Ray vision even after you've left the movie set.

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You end up running a bit longer than you expected, and are confounded to find that when you finally return to the movie set, Homelander is not there. Ashley tells you that he flew off from the set an hour ago without a word. But you know there's only a few places he'd run off too, and take a taxi back to Vought Tower. As you thought, you find him in his penthouse living room, staring out the window with his arms crossed behind his back. You find it a bit odd when he doesn't acknowledge you, but you enter the room anyway.

"Hey sweetie, there you are! I couldn't find you on the set," you call out cheerily, carrying a small package in your arms. "Why'd you leave?"

"You lied to me," he answers in a blunt tone.

"…What?" you utter, confused to his change in mood.

"You. Lied," he retorts sharply, cutting you off before you can infuriate him any further. He slowly turns around to advance towards you, until you are forced to crane your head straight up to see his scowling face.

"I went by the Tower, to see how your meeting went," he clarifies as he looms his expansive stature over you. "No one had seen you. You were never there."

" Well, I-" you start to say.

"You promised," he snarls, baring his teeth. "You promised me you were different. You promised that you loved me. But you don't. You don't love me. You lied, just like everyone else."

His eyes are wild with fire, not from his lasers but from the torrent of antagonism swarming his mind. He sat alone in his trailer, expecting your return. He waited and waited, until the ticking of the clock and the ringing of his ears became too much for him to handle. He sought solace in his secret companion, his reflection, who was swift to manipulate his anxieties in order to turn him against you.

Throughout your relationship, you've come to understand that Homelander values honesty above anything else. He detests when people lie to him, even moreso when they lie to save themselves from his wrath. You have never lied to him before… until today.

On your anniversary.

Why should he have expected anything less from a human, his reflection goads him. You left him alone, with the present he so thoughtfully picked out for you, going who knows where and doing who knows what. Your kind can't be relied on, not after everything humans have done to him.

You broke his trust, and now he is out for your blood. He is a god that demands sacrifice.

Regardless of his rage, you know he really isn't going to hurt you. Gazing into his furious eyes, you can still discern the lonely little boy buried deep within his psyche. His face is twitching because he's overwhelmed with conflicting emotions. He's mad at you because you made him worry. He's upset because you disappeared; he's scared because he thought he was going to lose you. And you know you that the only way to quell his ire is with the truth.

"Homelander, just… just listen please," you breathe, cautiously planning out your next words as he stares daggers straight through your being. But he does not interrupt, and waits for you to continue.

"Today is our anniversary. This is a momentous event for the both of us," you explain, fiddling with the package tucked into your arm. "I was trying to think of the perfect gift for you, especially when you already have everything. I just… I wanted to get you something special. From the heart… Here."

You lift the box up for him, which he rips from your hands with a scoff. He can't see how a stupid present would somehow make up for what he perceives to be the ultimate betrayal of his trust. However, his irritation at your gesture evaporates the second he lifts the flaps up.

Inside is a small teddy bear, with scruffy and well loved brown fur that smells so intoxicating. It smells like you.

Totally and wholly you.

The box falls unceremoniously from his hands so he can hold onto the plush toy, running his fingers along its pelt. It's so miniscule in his grasp, practically engulfed by his fingers, and yet it feels so much larger. At this moment, it feels like the only thing in the world that matters.

"That was my bear when I was a kid," you detail to him. "I slept with it every night, it meant the world to me. I had to call in some favours to have it taken out of my hometown storage and shipped so fast."

"And now I want you to have it," you smile, walking up to him to place your hand on his thigh. "I know you didn't get to have much of a childhood, so I thought you could share mine."

Whatever anger Homelander was holding onto has completely drained from his body, filling the void with intense sadness. He can't believe he so easily let his reflection turn him against you, when you didn't even do anything. This resentment he felt was for nothing, you were never plotting some nefarious human scheme against him. Instead, you were just at the post office, retrieving your teddy bear for him.

Ever since he's known you, you have always put him first. Nobody has ever treated him with as much care and love as you have.

And now he's blown it.

The tears begin to flow freely down his cheeks as he grapples with his guilt. The constriction in his chest twists a spike deeper into his heart, fearful of what is coming next. You're going to break up with him, he just knows it. You're going to realize he isn't the big tough superhero he claims to be; you'll see him for the insecure child that he really is. Any minute now, the words are coming out of your mouth. It's over, I'm leaving, I hate you, I-

"Hey, hey. It's okay, baby boy, " you say, watching as he spirals deeper into panic. Luckily, your hands pressing into his padded suit are enough to refocus his attention. When his distressed eyes turn down to your face, you spread your arms wide to signal your intentions. "Can you pick me up please?"

With a tense swallow Homelander lifts you up with one arm, holding you close to his chest. Although he does his best to not address you, he can't fight nuzzling into your hands when you start caressing his cheeks. You touch him like he's made of bone china, so delicately, that he can't help pursuing after your affection no matter how upset he feels.

"I am so, so sorry that I lied to you," you console him, wiping away his tears with your thumbs. "I never meant to hurt you. I just wanted this to be a nice surprise, like the flowers you got me."

"S-sorry… s-s-sorry," he whispers timidly as he buries his face into your shoulder in an attempt to hide from his growing shame. However, you don't let him wallow in his irrational worries.

"Sweetpea, you don't have to apologize," you reassure him. "You're entitled to your feelings too, you shouldn't beat yourself up about that."

He doesn't know how to respond to that. During his youth he was never been given any level of autonomy over himself; he was created to serve Vought, so his emotions came second. They always came second, a trivial afterthought to the importance of what he represented to the company. And yet, here you are reminding him of his humanity, of what he had taken from him. You give him encouragement that he is more than just 'The Homelander, leader of The Seven'. Deep down, your words help the isolated little boy see the light shining through his abusive upbringing. He does matter.

"Happy anniversary Homelander," you declare, hugging his big head still snuggled heavily on your shoulder. You comb your fingers through his undercut as you feel him sink further into you. "I know this one might not have gone as well as we hoped, but I know our two month anniversary will be perfect."

"P-promise?" he mutters in a hushed tone, almost as if he's trying to hide his faith in you from his reflection, whom he is concerned might be listening.

"I promise," you assert, giving him a kiss on the top of his head. "From the bottom of my heart, you and I will get through anything as long as we're together."

"T-together…" you hear him mouth weakly to himself. It's a word he's never really thought about before, but hearing it out loud brings a whole new meaning to his life. He's not alone anymore, like he was growing up in the lab. He doesn't have to face his demons all on his own. Now he has you.

And no matter what the world brings, the two of you will always be facing it side by side… together.

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LOVE IS THE MOST TWISTED CURSE OF THEM ALL

Part 9

Gojo Satoru x Fem! Reader

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Fuming with anger, his chest tightening. You and Nanami hadn’t notice him but he couldn’t take it anymore, he couldn’t bear to linger in your and Nanami’s presence a moment longer or he might not be able to control his shit. Hurriedly, he made his way through the dimly lit hallway to the bathroom, his steps heavy with frustration.

Once inside the bathroom, Gojo leaned over the sink, aggressively splashing cold water on his face attempting to repress the rising tide of his emotions. As the water flown on his face and chest, closing his eyes for the cold sensation to take him, your smile whenever you talked to your students, your laugh whenever Yuuji cracked a joke, the sparkle in your eyes whenever you explained new techniques and moves to your class, the hair strands falling on your face while you slept peacefully. But alongside those beautiful memories lingered the image of you and Nanami a few moments ago, your face inches away from each other as if you were gonna kiss, the way Nanami treated you with gentleness, with love and respect as if he’s your husband and not Gojo. A pang of envy ate him up from the inside. Also remembering how you and Nanami were so casually discussing how he had to kill his only bestfriend, it was too much to handle in only one night.

Clenching his fists, with a sudden burst of emotions, he slammed his hand against the wall, inches away from the mirror. The sharp sting of pain momentarily distracted him from his thoughts.

Alone, looking at his reflection in the mirror, struggling to make sense of the conflicting emotions that swirled within him.

“No it can’t be! I’m not jealous! I hate her…”

Longing, jealousy, deep-seated sense of inadequacy and emptiness. Being the strongest comes with a high cost; being lonely.

With a deep breath, after composing himself in the bathroom, Satoru splashed his face once more with water before turning to leave. As he exited, his mind still racing, he bumped into someone,

“Gojo? What a surprise!”

“Mei Mei?”

She stood before him with a sly, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she scanned his face. Trying her best to catch his attention with the lingerie she was wearing, seductively touching her neck.

“Couldn’t sleep Gojo?”

“Nah, just used the bathroom and now going back to my room”

“Why the rush? Fancy the change of scenery? I’m sure you’re sick of seeing Y/n beside you for the whole night?”

“Nah I’m good-” he replied coldly,

 he knew what she’s attempting to do, he’s aware of her feelings towards him but he clearly rejected them a long time ago but she doesn’t seem to get it, especially that it’s his fault to give her a chance to get close to him just to annoy Y/n. And now he regrets it.

But she was persistent, not planning to let go of him. As he walked pass her, she grabbed his arm and spoke,

“Come on Gojo, I thought we’re on the same team! Maybe I can distract you from what’s on your mind right now.. or Y/n is allowed to have fun with Nanami and you’re not ? let’s talk privately in my room, maybe I can help? We’re friends after all, aren’t we?” she smirked.

The thought of Y/n and Nanami together made his blood boil again, completely blinded by anger.

“Okay then, lead the way” he relented,

He knows that probably Nanami and his wife are not like what they seem, but his narcissism told him that he needs to take revenge. If his wife spends time with another man, he’ll spend time with another woman. Even though he’s the one who started this cycle in the first place. He knows its wrong, he can’t even stand Mei Mei, but for his own pride, he had to do it, even though you wouldn’t even see him with her but at least in front of himself. He wasn’t planning to do anything with Mei Mei, he was just there.

“Come in, so do you wanna drink something?”

“I’m good”

“Why do you keep pushing me away, I’m trying to help you know” she said taking off the part of the lingerie that was covering her shoulders. Now completely exposed, only in her laced silky lingerie as she took a seat on her bed.

Gojo sighed, knowing her intentions and the game she was playing. He was feeling extremely uncomfortable.

“You said you wanted to talk.. Go ahead”

“I see you’re rushing! Don’t tell me you already miss sleeping beside your wife, or let me guess! She’s not even there cuz she’s having a date with Nanami?”

“Mei Mei shut up” he said calmly.

“Why? Did it trigger you? Don’t tell me you caught feelings while she’s completely ignoring you for another man… I guess your plan to offend her didn’t work Gojo but rather made her happy to find Nanami”

“I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP” he yelled,

“NO I’M NOT GONNA SHUT UP, I’M NOT GONNA GIVE UP AND LET YOU FALL IN LOVE WITH HER”

“Do you hear yourself? What love are you talking about?”

“I know you have feeling s for Y/n Gojo! But as long as I’m in your life, I wouldn’t allow it to happen..” she paused crawling closer to him as he sat on the bed egde “You deserve someone like me Gojo, why can’t you give me a chance? Divorce with her!! Why would you wait for her curse to break, you know she’s useless either way”

“I won’t divorce her. I won’t give you a chance Mei Mei”

“You sure about that? Look at me, I have everything she doesn’t. You can do whatever you want with me, I offer you my body for tonight and for every night Gojo”

“NO! can’t you see that I don’t want you Mei Mei.. I’m not interested in touching you”

“I was the one who helped you Gojo to offend her and make her life a living hell, is this how you thank me by rejecting me?”

“I paid you for it, you’ve got the money what do you want more?”

“YOU! I LOVE YOU GOJO SATORU” she yelled, her hands reaching his private part to touch it but he slapped them away.

Without saying anything he walked towards the door to leave her room. He walked outside, but she followed him,

“Not so fast, you can’t just leave me like that-” she exclaimed desperately.

She grabbed his face and attempted to kiss him but before he could push her away, a voice spoke behind him,

“Satoru?” you said, your eyes widening.

You caught them in a very wrong time, Mei Mei was basically half naked, only in her laced lingerie that exposed her chest and barely covered her thighs and Gojo shirtless while their faces were close to each other and in front of her room. You couldn’t help but think that both of them half naked, did something very intimate; sex.

“Cheater” you mumbled and started walking away,

“Y/n wait” said Nanami, but you were already gone.

Gojo heart sank at your sight, your expressions a mixture of shock and betrayal. He watched helplessly as you turned away, your footsteps echoing in the silence that followed. It’s true he wanted revenge from the very beginning; he’s the one who asked for Mei Mei’s help. If he got caught in this situation at the beginning of your marriage he would be happiest but now? It made him more frustrated. He wanted to immediately run behind you, but he stopped himself. Why would he if both of you hate each other? You were with Nanami as well,  but he knew it wasn’t the same case. Mei Mei told you a lot of false information about her and Gojo being together and hooking up so seeing them both half naked could only mean one thing to you, that he fucked her and cheated on you.

“Fuck” he muttered under his breath.

Mei Mei smirked, seeing you like that made her happy and satisfied. Gojo rounded on her, his eyes narrowing with anger.

“You’re pathetic Mei Mei…. You’re living a false fantasy in your head and I pity you” he spat

“Aren’t you the same with Y/n? Living in your daydream about being with her while she’s out there with your colleague?” she spoke offensively.

His hands clenched into fists, his chest heavy with pent-up emotions. He was completely lost, he couldn’t understand why he felt his way, why it bothered him so much that he got caught. You were going to divorce anyway right? The realization of the consequences of his own actions hit him like a ton of bricks, but he can’t blame Mei Mei, the only one to blame is himself, he knew Mei Mei’s intentions from the beginning but he followed along, driven by his narcissism and ego, and now he’s silently paying for it.

“I don’t love you Mei Mei get that through your head, you took your money, now leave me alone-”

“You’ll regret that Gojo, you’ll regret breaking my heart”

“If there’s something to regret, is regretting involving you in the first place” he said through gritted teeth and then left.

“Don’t follow her Gojo, she clearly doesn’t wanna talk to you and she needs time now” said Nanami as Gojo walked past him.

“This will be my last warning Nanamin, stay away from my wife!” he threatened pointing his index finger at him.

“You dare to call her wife after cheating on her, your arrogance will end you someday Gojo Satoru”

“I. Didn’t. Cheat. On. Her”

“That’s not what it looks like…but you fucked up real bad”

“Mind your business” spat Satoru then left the his room.

….

You hesitated to knock on the door but you did eventually. Ain’t no way you’re spending the night with Gojo, you felt disgusted, and your heart was aching so much. Why would it hurt like this? Why would it affect you so much? You felt your inside organs sinking, as if someone got your heart in their hands and started squeezing it tightly making it bleed. Even though you were with Nanami, but both of you were respectful and didn’t cross the boundaries and most of all, fully dressed. Always eminding yourself that you’re a married woman and even if you don’t respect Gojo you still respect yourself and the others around you.  

“Y/n – sensei? Is everything okay?” said Maki as she opened the door.

Summoning your courage, you mustered the strength to voice your request,

“Could..could I spend the night here?” you asked.

“Of course sensei, come in please!”

Despite her sharp personality, Maki was always sweet and understanding towards you. She respects you a lot and over time both of you developed a good friendship even though she’s you’re student. She as well can’t stand Mei Mei and Satoru, so she knows well your struggle.

“Are you alright?” she asked worriedly,

“Mhm” you nodded

“You know if you wanna talk about it, I’m all ears!”

“You’re so sweet Maki! But I’m fine don’t worry I just don’t wanna spend the night with Satoru, you already know, haha the whole school knows that our marriage is fake so it’s kinda hard for both of us to share the room” you said trying to hide the truth that you actually caught your husband half naked with another woman.

“Is it Mei Mei? I know she always causes problems”

“Nah it has nothing to do with her” you reassured “Go back to sleep Maki, you have a long day tomorrow”

Maki moved a bit, giving you some space to lay there.

“Make yourself comfortable”  she smiled, giving you an extra blanket.

Anytime you closed your eyes, the sight of both of them creeped up in your mind, your eyes getting wet , you didn’t notice until that one single drop of tear fell on the pillow.

“No it can’t be…I hate him so much” you thought to yourself, trying to ease the heaviness you felt in your heart.

Finally, the sun rose. Announcing a new day. While Maki was asleep at night, you had a full conversation with yourself, giving yourself “the talk”. Convincing yourself that once you divorce him, things will get better and maybe you’ll meet the love of your life when you’re finally free from your curse and from him.

You headed to the common room with Maki to have breakfast, being with her while chatting about random things made your start of the day a lot better, you knew you’d find him there but you weren’t sure how to face him or repress that uncontrollable sting you felt. But your approach was to pretend, pretend as if you didn’t care, as if what happened yesterday was just a bad dream. You took a seat next to Nanami and Megumi and started munching on your food. Completely ignoring Gojo’s sad eyes that were looking your way and Mei Mei’s smirk that was directed to you. You actd as if both of them weren’t there. You enjoyed your breakfast, chitchatting with Nanami, he was as equally confused as Gojo. Didn’t you get pissed yesterday, how did you control your emotions in one night, how strong could you be. But Nanami was happy that you were doing alright, a cheater is definitely not worthy of your tears. Gojo tightened his grip around his cup, excusing himself from the table, barely finishing his food.

You spent your day teaching as usual, but having extra fun and laughing extra hard. To others it seemed real but inside it was nothing but a pretend. Laughing to not give a chance to your sorrow to take over you. Laughing and being a social butterfly, joking around with your students just to hide how empty you were feeling from the inside. The void inside of you got more bigger, and it requires more efforts to conceal it. You’ve got this, you’ve been dealing with emptiness and disappointment since a very young age, but as you got older you learned how to hide it but let it break you when you’re completely alone.

You watched as your students were gathered in the school field, chatting and having fun, a smile tugged on the corners of your mouth, having friends and enjoying your teenage years is something you never experienced but it made you happy to see others enjoy it; cousins and siblings, sharing inside jokes and discussing events that happened at school , gossiping about teachers while you sat in a corner, forced by your parents to sit with them, just so you don’t lose your social skills of being at home for your whole life. Funny how they were scared that you might lose your social skills while you already lost yourself.

And now it’s repeating itself, you’re watching your students laugh together and enjoy their time. But it’s never too late to have. You walked towards them, yes, you’ll join them and act as if you were a student, for once you wanted to experience that.

“Hey guys, watcha doing?” you said with a smile.

“Oh Sensei! We were just having fun” exclaimed Yuuji excitedly,

“Oh , mind if I join?” you asked

“You’re always welcome in the friend group sensei” said Nobara

You sat with them, joining in the fun, carrying the conversation with them. Maybe you had nothing positive out of this new life, out of this marriage but at least now you have friends; Nanami, Maki, Yujii and the other students. Funny how these young students are way mature and respectful than Gojo and Mei Mei. Proof that power isn’t everything if you can’t be a decent human being.

As you were laughing at one of Panda’s jokes, you were taken aback from a deep voice that filled the space and got you al mute instantly.

“You brats are so loud, wonder how Y/N is bearing you”

You kept looking for the voice, when Yuji slapped his face.

“Eeh apologies sensei, he likes to intervene in the most unexpected times”

“Huh?” you looked at Yuuji and you saw a mouth popping up on his cheek.

“What is that?” you asked again

“That? Tch I’m Ryomen Sukuna the king of curses”

It was the first time you see him, or only his mouth. You knew Yuuji was the vessel but you didn’t know that he could show up like that. Suddenly, tattoos started appearing on Yuuji’s face.

“Oh this can’t be any good” muttered Megumi.

You looked in disbelief, the jujutsu world is full of surprises. Scary but interesting.

“Now kids excuse us, I need to talk with Y/N alone” said Sukuna making you furrow your brows.

All of them stood their ground, ready to exorcise him if he ever touched you. You heart warmed at how they were considerate and protective over you but it made you feel weak. A teacher is the one supposed to protect the studenst and not opposite.

“I won’t let you hurt Y/n-sensei” said Megumi

“That’s okay guys! I’ll be fine” you smiled towards them “Go back to your classes, I’ll join you later”

Well you weren’t sure if you’ll join them later or not, given that Ryomen Sukuna is standing in front of you and he could snap you in half before even trying to take your last breath. But you wanted to face a real danger, you’ve never seen a curse and you had the honor to see the king of curses.

Sukuna looked at you with his red eyes and a playful smirk drawn on his face.

“So you’re the rumored to surpass me?” he started

“E-excuse me?” you said in confusion, how would you surpass the king of curses.

“Oh yeah I remember, they’re hiding a lot of things from you, a lot of information from you….but I’m not one to spoil the fun but rather run with the flow if I like it of course…so imma just say, I can’t wait for you curse to break.”

“What are you talking about? What info? And why would you wait for my curse to break?”

“To finally have the legendary duel that everyone is waiting for, including your husband”

You froze in place, as fear crept into your bones like a chill.

“There must be a mistake, what duel? I’m not even a sorcerer”

“You will be! You don’t know your potential yet, surprised that that brat Gojo Satoru hasn’t told you, he likes to spoil everything”

“So is this an indirect way to say that you can’t wait to kill me?”

“Something like that yeah”

“oh wow wonderful” you chuckled nervously, as your hands started sweating.

What a way to finish your day, by getting threatened by the king of curses himself.

As you were talking, Mei Mei interrupted you. You rolled your eyes, being threatened by Sukuna is way better than seeing her face. But you had to act cool.

“Oh look who’s here” she begun “The famous Ryomen Sukuna”

“Isn’t she scared that he might kill her?” you thought to yourself.

“I’m having a private conversation so get out of here” he spat ruthlessly

“Oh don’t worry, I have no intention in fighting you Sukuna just wanted to check up on my friend”

“Talking as if you stand a chance against me in a fight, so don’t make me say it again, piss off NOW”

“Alright, but I see that Y/n is having fun, surrounding yourself by men! Married to Gojo, hooking up with Nanami and now hitting on Ryomen Sukuna… not only a gold and power digger but also a curse digger…. Now I see why Gojo chose me- because you’re a slut”

You couldn’t take it anymore, so you slapped her as hard as you could, you hand connected with her cheek in a sharp crack. The force of the slap sent a shockwave through Mei Mei’s body, her head snapping to the side with the impact. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as she registered the sting of pain radiating from her cheek, a burning sensation that pulsed with each rapid heartbeat. As she found your eyes, she was met with a fury gaze that burned holes through her. She’s been provoking you and pushing you to the brink for days now, and you finally snapped.

Sukuna watched with amusement, you didn’t disappoint even though you’ve got 0 cursed energy. He knew you were different from the day you succeeded in landing a punch on the famous Gojo Satoru, he’s formidable enemy. But know he’s no longer interested in Gojo, his new target is you.

Mei Mei took a step closer to you but Sukuna stood in front of you,

“You dare to lay a finger on her and I’ll chop you into pieces” he threatened, his red eyes glowing .

“I know you won’t, you have a pact with Yuji and you can’t break it”

“Who said I can’t? know your place fool, I’m the king of curses”

“Ahh” she laughed in disbelief.

“Are you thick in the head or what? I SAID PISS OFF BITCH”

Mei Mei left both of you alone, walking away like a loser she is. You looked at Sukuna, he was threatening you a few minutes ago and now defending you?

“Why’d you do that? Defend me? I thought you wanted to kill me?”

“Because you’re reserved for me, no one can harm my future opponent, gotta keep you safe fpr now so I can enjoy fighting you later” he smirked.

You glared at him,

“So I’m supposed to thank you?”

“Nah you’re supposed to find out why your curse didn’t break yet, aren’t you curious?”

You were indeed curious but you had nothing you could do except waiting, you married Satoru and that’s the ultimate thing you could do. After making your vows that bond was automatically created, you knew breaking the curse takes time, but it took longer than you expected, but what can you do except waiting? So you avoided it and just let this invisible bond do its thing. Now after meeting Sukuna you were questioning if you truly wanted to become a sorcerer, since you’ll probably get killed by him.

“I’m not” you simply said and left.

“We’ll meet again Y/n, so better count your days” he teased, his devilish laughed echoeing in your ears.

…..

“Sensei are you alright?” asked Maki

“Yeah I’m fine, just had a small talk with Sukuna” you reassured them

“SENSEI” yelled Yuuji as he ran towards you.

“Yuuji-kun?”

“I’m sorry Sensei I couldn’t stop him from swapping…I’m sorry if he scared you” explained Yuuji with an apologetic expression, as he engulfed you in a hug.

“Aw, you’re the sweetest Yuuji! But no need to worry about me, I’m really fine” you smiledwidely, patting his head.

“I’m glad you’re okay!”

“Now go on to your dorms, it’s getting late”

….

You closed your room’s door, taking a heavy breath as you started changing into your pyjamas,

“And I thought my life wouldn’t get any worse”

Settling on your bed, you didn’t want to spend the night with Satoru but you had no option. You can’t spend the rest of your life in Maki’s room. As you were trying to calm yourself down from the storm that raged inside you, your stomach twisting, expecting Gojo to show up at any given moment, you grabbed your book, flipping the pages. You couldn’t concentrate or keep your focus on anything, your thoughts scrambled, too many threats, too many problems and it was already a success that you didn’t lose your shit yet. Trying your best to stay composed and to not go completely crazy on anyone who tries to talk to you.

As your eyes focused on the page in front you, words not making any sense, the door creaked open, shattering your desperate attempt of having a peaceful night. Your heart leaped into your throat, you knew he’ll join you eventually, but forseeing it didn’t make you any prepared. A wave of panic washed over you, feeling as if you were going to puke from how anxious you were. You averted your gaze back to your book, avoiding him even though you felt his eyes boring into you. You didn’t know the reason behind his intense looks and you weren’t ready to find out as well. Your jaw clenched tight as you tried to keep your emotions in check, your silence already spoke volumes.

He grabbed a t-shirt and one of his sweatpants from his wardrobe and started changing, you weren’t phased by him changing in front of you, you were actually ignoring his existence. He knew you were done with him when you didn’t yell at him for changing in front of you, for not even being bothered by his appearance. You were boiling inside, but you kept a poker face. And it broke him into pieces, it have made him loads better if you screamed and yelled at him, if you voiced your anger like you usually do, but your silence scared him for the very first time and he thought it was the end.

He joined you in bed. By his body language you could tell he was preparing to say something. He cleared his throat, hesitant to say anything, but he had to keep that cool and confident image.

“Hey about last night, just so you know I didn’t cheat on you- it’s not like what it seemed, we di-”

“I don’t wanna hear anything, I don’t wanna even hear your voice Satoru” you said coldly

“I’m not dying to express myself but I don’t like it when someone msiun-”

“THEN SHUT UP” you snapped out of frustration

“W-what?”

“Idon’t wanna hear any more lies Satoru, you can fuck her as much as you want you, it’s not phasing me at all”

“Then why did it bother you like that to the point that ran away-”

“Because I’m disgusted of you” you said through gritted teeth throwing away your book on the floor

He didn’t say anything, but looked at you with wide eyes as you threw a tantrum.

“Why’d you insist that I’m a cheater huh? Because I’m not! She pushed herself on me! It was just a wrong timing”

“I.Don’t.Care!” you said as you left the bed

“Yeah clearly, you don’t care about anyone except yourself” now he started attacking you,

“WHAT?”

He took a step closer to you, his hand grabbing your wrist forcefully, pulling you towards him,

“I said you only care about yourself! You see what you want to see, you understand what you want to understand, you don’t even try to connect with people on a deeper level because you’re empty and you hate it, because you know once they get to know you they’ll find nothing from the inside”

He did strike a sensitive nerve, and hit a sensitive spot in you, using your trauma against you is a terrible thing to do, such a cowardice. It’s like voicing his own trauma but using it to insult you.

“You don’t have any right to say this, you don’t even know me!”

“And you don’t have any right to call me a cheater, you don’t even know me!”

“All I know is that you’re broken, alone and desperate…hiding behind power but the night exposes you, you nightmares humble you-”

“If you say any other word, you’ll regret it Y/N”

“Yeah threaten me all you like, I’m going to die anyway” you said the last sentence as a whisper but he heard it.

It pissed him off, how you caught all vulnerable, he hated to admit how his nightmares scared him, how they haunted him for years but you simply used them against him. He took a step closer to you,

“I pity you Y/n, you dare to speak nonsense because your entire life is nonsense itself.. Yeah that must be hard for you, being ignored by your parents and family, of course you’d grow up to become a disappointment, a failure. You failed your family and now you’re failing everyone around you in Jujutsu high..” he spoke,

His words like daggers that were thrown directly at your chest, you wanted to fight him back but deep down you knew every word he said was true. Your family didn’t even call to check up on you since the day you got married, as if you were a burden and finally got rid of it. They didn’t even believe that your curse would break, they had a bit of hope that Gojo would do something but definitely not you. 

You stared at him, with a smile that hid your sadness , you grabbed your jacket, and left. Closing the door behind you. He didn’t mean any word he said, he was just driven by jealousy, and you saying that him and Mei Mei didn’t bother you drove him crazy, making him think that you don’t have any feelings towards him and that you want Nanami instead.

*Timeskip to the morning*

As the morning light filtered through the big window, casting a warm glow over the breakfast table, Gojo took his seat, ignoring Mei Mei who was trying hard to get his attention. As the minutes ticked by, your absence became increasingly conspicuous, concerned whispers filled the room.

“Where’s your wife?” asked principal Yaga

Satoru’s brow furrowed in confusion,

“I thought she was here…maybe she’s in the bathroom or something” he replied, shoving food inside his mouth.

“I was in the bathroom, and she wasn’t there” said Maki

A sense of panic rippled through the group, Nanami quickly stood up from his chair and started searching in the whole school, but you were nowhere to be found. Followed by your students, principal Yaga and now Gojo whose heart started pounding as he looked for you everywhere. Only Mei Mei calmly sitting still, enjoying her food.

Once again gathered in the common room, after their failed attempt to find you, they called you multiple times but failed to reach you.

“Did something happened between you two?” asked Principal Yaga, his voice cutting through the chaos.

Satoru swallowed hard, the weight of his guilt settling heavily upon his shoulders,

“We-we had an argument last night….” He admitted “she left the room and I thought she was just going to the balcony or something…I didn’t realize she had left”

“SHE WAS YOUR FUCKING RESPONSIBILTY SATORU!!” yelled Yaga sensei

“Sensei I truly didn’t know!”

“You know that there’s a murderer on the loose that’s targeting her and you didn’t care ..”

“Wait what?” asked the students in union since they didn’t know about Toji’s plan to murder you.

“Instead of protecting her what the fuck where you doing?” asker principal Yaga once again

“He was with me!” said Mei Mei taking the last bite of her toast “Gojo was with me” she repeated

“If you dare to throw any other lie Mei Mei I swear to God I’ll kill you” threatened Gojo walking towards her but Nanami stopped him.

“Don’t blame others for your own mistakes Gojo “ she said offensively

As they were fighting, trying to have a plan on how to find you, Gojo received a text on his phone, that got his eyes widen in fear,

[Gojo Satoru, I wanted to inform you that your wife is with me, I don’t think you care that much , but so you can save yourself and energy from the hassle of searching that the higher ups would put you through – Toji Fushiguro]

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Headcanon: Kento Nanami With a Flirty S/O

Your flirty personality keeps Nanami on his toes. Whether it’s a casual brush of your hand against his arm or a cheeky comment, you always find subtle ways to tease him. At first, he tries to stay composed, but you notice the way his jaw tightens or how he adjusts his glasses in an attempt to hide his reaction.

Nanami acts like he’s unaffected by your flirtations, maintaining his usual stoic expression. But internally, you get under his skin more than he would ever admit. Every flirtatious glance or sly comment leaves him thinking about you long after you’ve said it.

You love making suggestive or playful remarks just to see how Nanami responds. Sometimes he’ll let out an exasperated sigh or give a dry, witty reply, but you know he secretly enjoys your attention. His deadpan reactions only encourage you to be more playful.

While Nanami is good at hiding his reactions in public, you’ve caught him blushing in private more than once. When it’s just the two of you, and you turn on your charm, he finds it harder to keep his cool. You might catch him looking away with a faint blush creeping up his neck, which only makes you tease him more.

Nanami might not be as openly affectionate or flirty as you are, but he shows his feelings in quieter ways. He’ll gently hold your hand or brush your hair back when no one’s watching. Despite your seductive nature, these small, subtle gestures from him are what melt your heart the most.

You have a habit of flirting with Nanami even in serious situations. Whether you’re in the middle of a mission or discussing something important, you’ll throw in a teasing comment or suggestive glance. Nanami stays focused but lets out a deep sigh, knowing you’re never going to stop.

Nanami isn’t the jealous type, but he’s protective of you in his own way. When others flirt with you, he doesn’t get insecure—he knows you’re with him. However, he’ll step in calmly if anyone crosses a line, letting them know with a stern look that you’re off-limits.

Your flirtatious nature keeps things lighthearted, but Nanami has a grounding influence on you. When things get too chaotic, his calm and serious demeanor helps balance out your energy. You appreciate how he can make you feel safe and centered, even when you’re trying to distract him with charm.

Nanami loves how confident and forward you are, but he’s not one to rush into things. Even though you’re seductive, he prefers to take his time, savoring every moment with you. This drives you a little crazy sometimes, but it also makes the relationship feel deeper and more meaningful.

Sometimes, when you’re being especially seductive, Nanami will gently resist just to keep you in check. He’ll give you that knowing look, as if to say, “Not now,” but with the smallest hint of a smirk. You love challenging him and trying to break his resolve, even though you know he’s the only one who can stay cool under pressure.

While Nanami tends to address you formally, you love giving him playful, affectionate nicknames like “Mr. Serious” or “Kenny” He pretends to be annoyed by them, but deep down, he finds them endearing—especially when you whisper them in his ear during a quiet moment.

You can tell that Nanami is always watching you, even when he doesn’t show it. His eyes linger on you when you’re not looking, admiring your confidence and grace. You might flirt with him often, but it’s these quiet moments of unspoken attraction that make your bond even stronger.

Despite his tough exterior and no-nonsense attitude, Nanami has a huge soft spot for you. He might not always show it, but when you’re in need of comfort or protection, he’s there without hesitation. Your flirty and playful nature doesn’t change the fact that he deeply cares for you.

Nanami isn’t one to shower you with compliments all the time, but when he does, they hit hard. He’ll say something like, “You look beautiful tonight,” in his deep, calm voice, and you’ll be the one left flustered for once. He knows exactly when to drop a compliment that’ll catch you off guard.

Nanami isn’t one for PDA, but in private, he can be surprisingly affectionate. He’ll pull you close when no one’s around, enjoying the quiet intimacy of just being with you. Your flirty nature makes him appreciate these private moments even more, as they feel like a break from the chaos.

While you’re naturally seductive and playful, you’re also intelligent, which is something Nanami deeply values. You can keep up with him in conversation, and he loves how you switch from being seductive to serious in a heartbeat. Your ability to balance charm with intellect is something that keeps him intrigued.

One of your favorite things is getting Nanami to smile or laugh. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, it feels like a personal victory. Whether it’s a sly remark or a playful gesture, you’re always aiming to crack his serious facade, and when you succeed, it’s the highlight of your day.

As much as you love to flirt and tease, you adore Nanami’s serious side. His dedication and calmness make you feel safe, and you admire his strong sense of duty. You might playfully joke about him being “too serious,” but you wouldn’t want him any other way.

Your flirtatious and seductive personality brings out a softer, more relaxed side of Nanami, while his grounded, steady nature brings balance to your lively energy. Together, you form a perfect balance of playfulness and seriousness, creating a relationship that’s both passionate and stable.

While you might be naturally flirty and playful, Nanami knows your loyalty lies with him. He never questions your faithfulness, even if you’re teasing other people. The trust between you is unshakable, and he appreciates that beneath all the charm, you’re his and only his.

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Dear older brother

Part 1, Part 2

Lucerys velaryon as your brother (platonic) the beginning of your relationship to the end of it..

Fem reader! Sorry, it's just easier to write for girls as a girl myself. I do hope you understand

Lucerys is your older brother as you were born a year after Luke was born a bastard, just like your two older brothers having dark hair and dark eyes

Though your mother Rhaenyra doesn't like it when you call yourself that neither do your two brothers but alas you still do when upset with yourself

Lucerys HATES being called Lukey by everyone that's not you, and you hate when others (besides joffery, jace, and your mother) call him lukey

You and jace mainly use it when you are teasing him, and sometimes Rhaenyra joins in

You two where sat next to each other at dinner, always whispering about something or someone you always did strive to make your older brother laugh

Luke is more open with you because you would come into his chambers and let your brother rant to you or vice versa

But it was more often that he came into your chambers and spoke his mind with no fear of judgment from you

Often, big events ended in him in your arms crying after something stressful happened in his chambers, though you didn't mind

You're usually the one consoling him if your mother hadn't beat you to it

You are the definition of a brothers girl

You are usually seen next to Luke or walking beside him. Wherever Luke went, you weren't far behind him

Though if Lucerys isn't off with jacerys doing something most likely practicing sword fighting, you'd be seen with your mother Rhaenyra

During important dinners or really any social event your mother planned or was invited to, you'd always would be seen standing next to luke or sitting with him whispering to Luke

Most likely, just you gossiping to him about something another Lord told you or how disgusting one of the lords where with you

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You bumped Lucerys gently with your elbow whispering to your older brothers "so.. how are you 'enjoying' this beautiful banquet older brother?" Giggling as you saw his quick roll of the eyes before he replied back in a hushed tone

"Oh, I see how it is.. how was dancing with almost every lord tonight?" Luke said with a sly smirk on his pale face. Now it was your turn to roll your eyes giving him a good elbow in the side making him grumble as he rubbed his side. Your feet hurt like hell from all of the dancing you had to do tonight it was almost as bad as your name day.. "delightful." You replied in a strained voice. Luke had laughed at that, making you smile and laugh with your brother, elbowing him harder in the side this time, making him yelp out in pain.

You two quickly composed yourselves when your older brother turned his head over to the two of you making you straighten your back and look away from his gaze not seeing the small smile on his face from seeing his two younger siblings seemingly having fun teasing one another.

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Luke is the calmer one between the both of you which was funny as your mother thought that her having a girl after her two boys would mean the two older boys where going to be the ones protecting their younger sister from others when it turned out to be the complete opposite, not that Rhaenyra minded at all she was proud that her first daughter could defend herself

Daemon had once told his wife you acted like her when she was younger, and Rhaenyra agreed as you did

Though she did wish that you would hold your tongue at times as you would go head first into arguments no matter if you or your brothers were in the right or wrong

One of your brothers could have been the one that got the facts wrong, but you would have still defended them with your life, that made you get into physical altercations with many lords and some lady's aswell

Though Rhaenyra was proud of that, it was like she had given birth to a second jacerys. Just this time, you could punch harder than jacerys could..

You were a natural when it came to learning High Valyrian much like Lucerys is

When you got the news of your mother being pregnant, it left you overjoyed. You so dearly wanted to know if you had a little sister coming. Look. It's hard being the only girl in a family of mainly men.

When your baby brother joffery was born, you adored him from the moment you first got a glimpse of him

You always volunteered to watch over little joffery, to teach him how to walk and how to say his first words, begging your mother

Though this did leave Lucerys a bit envious of his little brother joffery and how he seemed to take up all your time and attention now ever since he was born.

It caused Luke to start giving you a bit of the cold shoulder rolling his eyes when your little brother was brought up

When you had figured out why Luke was giving you the cold shoulder for a few weeks, you laughed and teased him for it as it was silly and lucerys knew that

You and Jace started teasing Luke about it for months on end

You had started spending all your free time teaching your younger brother how to speak and what names each color had much to Luke's dismay, you where often seen in Jofferys' room reading to him, as you had always wanted a younger sibling and you had finally gotten one a well mannered one at that.

You were a tad bit upset that he wasn't a girl, though you had quickly gotten over that once you held him in your arms as he tried to say your name

When you were younger, you used to follow Luke around, just like what little joffery does with you now

It was funny to Rhaenyra that joffery acts so much like his older sister

though she was glade that unlike his older sister, joffery didn't go and dig up holes in the ground, looking for worms much to her mothers dismay when finding her daughter outside, digging up bugs from the ground..

You were never too fond of Daemon, your stepfather. Though he seemed to be fond of you quite a lot being as he has daughters of his own (girl dad daemon), so he understood you on a level your brothers just didn't.

Daemon was the first to defend you, or he'd just appear by your side randomly at times. You thought you had been the one intimidating people, but it was really daemon standing behind you that intimidated those people and scaring them off

once you had punched him out of shock, as he had scared you as you didn't know he was standing behind you once though he just smiled as your punch didn't do much.... that day hurt your pride and ego very much, though you were just happy you didn't get punched back.

You and your mother Rhaenyra got along swell she gets you the most since your the only two girls in a house with four boys

You being Rhaenyras' first daughter and all means you have a special place in her heart as you weren't going to get a fancy title like you had always hopped for as you were sadly born a woman. And your brothers men.

You and lucerys safe place was always near the water

Least to say, after his death, it was no longer your safe space it was a place of fear, death, and great mourning when you sat near the water.

You had gotten news of your elder brother lucerys death when you were getting ready for bed. The news brought you to your knees in tears, your mothers soft voice trying to calm you down as she herself was a reck, but she tried to hold it together for you

It took hours for you to stop crying. Your eyes had a red rim around them with tear stained cheeks and a wobbly lip

You wouldn't come out of your room and barely talked much for almost half a month

The funeral couldn't even be called one as all you had of your brother was clothes and personal belongings to burn. They couldn't find lucerys body now lost at sea, and that made the anger in that you boil up, making you snappy at people

You had sympathy for aemond before he killed your brother, you did feel a bit bad for his eye being stabbed out by your older brother feeling guilty everytime you saw him with that eyepatch he was a child like yourself afterall..

You never did hate aemond you two would well 'talk' well it was more of exchanging a few words when you had too though, Jace always seemed to come in and swoop you away you where always greatful for that as your exchanges of words where rather awkward. It was more staring than talking if you were honest.

Aemond took every chance he could to remind you of how your brother took his eye

You didn't know what kind of reaction the older boy wanted to gauge from you, but he never seemed quite happy with the reactions you would give him

He only seemed pleased when you would apologize for your older brother saying how he shouldn't have done that and things along those lines for some odd reason unbeknownst to you, a weird almost delighted smile would appear on the aemonds face it was odd.

Though you always found aemond to be a bit weird, so you brushed it off as aemond being aemond

After your brothers death and having to be at his make shift funeral, your heart held no sympathy for the older boy.

when you thought of the one-eyed boy, all you could think about was taking his other eye from him and forcing him to live the rest of his pathetic life blind.

You could no longer see the ocean as safe and calm. You saw the true nature of what the ocean could truly be. Its waves were angry as it took the lives of people you held so very dearly into its depths to never be seen again, or maybe that's just how you saw it in your many hours of grieving

After half a month, you were slowly healing your relationship with the sea, knowing that at least your brother died both as a targaryen and as a velaryon and he wasn't alone in death he had his beloved dragon both dead but dead together.

[jacespookiebear]

ೃ࿐ 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡: 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 6

summary : you are the youngest daughter of Viserys I Targaryen and Aemma Arryn. Outlived your mother and your older twin brother, Baelon, in childbirth. You were titled as (Y/n) “The Undying” Targaryen.

pairing : jacaerys velaryon x targaryen!reader

warnings : incest, tension, sexual content, age gap (reader is about 2-3 years older), jace is about a year older in this fic, misogyny, self-harm, violence, angst, teen pregnancy, birth, meraxes is alive and thriving with vhagar :D

Masterlist

Alicent paced across the celebration hall with such eagerness. Organizing many celebrations to be held in the future. Such as your return to King’s Landing— but you weren’t returning for her. You were only returning to celebrate your betrothed’s nameday along arriving with the rest of your family. Usually, she wouldn’t give a damn to make preparations but you were also to be married under the same week as your future husband’s nameday. Alicent wanted it all to be set perfectly, just for you.

“That is not right! I had ask for lilac orchids. If you cannot fulfill your duties, I shall have you removed at once!” Alicent bitterly shouted to the tradesmen, feeling disappointed and stressed to see they had brought white peonies— flowers she clearly did not request.

Talya, The Queen’s handmaiden, arrived quietly in the hall to give her the urgent news she had just received. “My Queen, they have arrived.” Talya muttered closely to Alicent’s ear. Immediately she had stopped ordering the servants and turned her attention to her handmaiden.

“Already!?” She gasped, “I had thought they would arrive on the morrow.” Talya shook her head and within minutes, Alicent left the hall to greet the family. To greet you, specifically.

To her surprise, you all have already been greeted by the King. Although it has only been two years, he was weakening day by day, though still being able to stand on his own.

“My sweet daughters,” the King welcomes you and Rhaenyra in his remaining arm. “I have missed you both.” Alicent watched as tears streamed down your cheeks, smiling towards your father with happiness. She felt immense nostalgia from the way you dressed— you certainly did look the part as the Realm’s Beauty, wearing a dark blue velvety dress with sleeves falling off your shoulders and separate straps connecting from your dress wrapped around your neck. In her early years, she had also wore the proud colors of her husband’s house, but had only done so to appease others around her. But, she couldn’t help to feel that you only done it solely for yourself and to prove you would always state your loyalty to Jacaerys.

“It is a lovely sight to see you all back in King’s Landing,” Alicent interrupted the sweet moment and took the time to hug you. Seconds had passed, you had placed your arms around her. Alicent breathed in your existence, she missed you dearly and now you’re here, at last, just like you said you would.

She desperately wanted whatever had happened between you both two years ago to be pushed away and forget it had ever existed. She wanted you both to savor the relationship, with Rhaenyra— she couldn’t help but feel that your elder sister had probably put a seed in your mind to look at your step-mother differently.

I have missed you, my dearest, that was all Alicent thought about. Finally having you in her arms, where you truly belong.

After what felt like hours, she let go of you and cupped your face to look at you, warmly. Though, you gave her a friendly smile, you pulled away and remained standing right by Lysanna and Daemon’s side, whom looked smug right after you done so. “Forgive the King and I, we had thought you would be arriving later. If I had know you would have arrived much more early, I would have properly prepared the Red Keep.” Alicent maintained a calm composer, ignoring the sly glares that were being given from Rhaenyra and your betrothed. She had motioned for them all to head inside, the Red Keep was still being renovated, she had made sure to have some of her faith hung across the halls.

“You must rest,” she suggested, “we have much to celebrate. But tonight, we shall have a feast to celebrate upon your arrival.” The King nodding happily at the thought. He ordered the knights to lead you all to your temporary chambers.

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“She certainly was happy to see you,” you spoke to Lysanna as you unpacked from your luggages, placing gowns and capes back into your old drawers. “I could’ve sworn I saw a tear streaming down her cheek when you told her you missed her.”

Lysanna scoffed and let out a laugh as well. “She is my cousin, afterall.” that you can agree to, your step-mother was family whether you want to disagree or not. Even if she held dislike towards your sister, she held adoration for you and Lysanna.

“If only we could be in the North as we are speaking,” you spoke up, Lysanna turned to you, “your brother is lucky to live far away from the South..”

Before Lysanna could have answer back, your chamber doors were knocked and opened without even announcing themselves. You saw your youngest brother, Daeron, who was smiling ear to ear to see you. The scowl you wore for being interrupted immediately replaced with a bright smile and you ran to leap into your brother’s arms.

“Daeron!”

“Sister!”

Your brother wrapped his arms around you tightly, afraid to let go. You had not seen your brother since he was about nine, went off to be the squire of the Lord Hightower in Oldtown. You had only heard from him whenever he written to his mother, he became very strong with the sword and had the chance to bond with a dragon, Tessarion, before he left. He was always gentle and caring, more sweeter than his other brothers but still held no liking to your elder sister and her family.

“I had him return to King’s Landing to attend your wedding,” Alicent spoke, with her hands clasped, she was arrived in your chambers behind Daeron, whom was only ten-and-third but still loomed over you and your step-mother. He was getting much taller. “I wanted the whole family to be here to watch you marry under the seven.”

Oh. You felt yourself clench your hand in anger from what she had said. You wanted to scream and yell at her face. It is my marriage, not yours!

“It seems we need to discuss more of my wedding.” you coldly stated, bringing your attention on Daeron once more who continued to smile. He had no clue on your underlying bitterness towards Alicent.

“I have missed you, dear brother.” Both of you beaming with happiness to finally be reunited with one another. With swiftness, you brought Daeron towards Lysanna, “I shall speak with the Queen, you must catch up with your relative, it has been quite a long time since you both had seen each other as well.” Lysanna quickly hugged Daeron with tight grip, the two were always so rough with each other when they were younger.

“It is good to see you, cousin!” Lysanna happily chirped. You excused them to find Helaena as you stayed behind with your step-mother.

“My dearest-“

“I want all of us to meet. Now.” you resisted her touches and walked out to find Rhaenyra and Daemon. Your father was already ill but still insisted to attend the continued preparations. As you arrived in their chambers, you apologized to interrupt their resting, considering Rhaenyra is heavily pregnant but she was quick to come to your rescue, they were both very serious about your worries and did not hesitate.

You all sat in the council room, you were sitting with Rhaenyra and Daemon across from Alicent with the King sitting in his seat that was always placed in the middle end of the table. You had not planned to have Jace attend— noting he wouldn’t have arrived anyways but in moments, you were surprised when he barged in the room,

“Excuse my tardiness,” Jace announced and sat next to you, happy to see that he arrived even without being called to attend. “I had not been told to attend but I will make the effort for my betrothed.”

Alicent grimaced when he called you his betrothed but none the less, she cleared her throat and joined her hands together to begin the meeting.

You leaned to whisper in Jace’s ear, “how did you know we were meeting?”

“I’m here now. That’s all that matters.” Jace answered. You didn’t mind his explanation, his existence already reassured your feelings and helped you relax a little.

“I believe I have said this before. I shall have it repeated. They will be married under the Seven,” your step-mother stated, her joined hands planted on the table. She clearly wanted no negotiation on how your wedding would be customized. 

Rhaenyra sighed, Daemon let out a scoff at her audacity, “This is a Targaryen marriage, let you be reminded, my Queen. My sister is not a believer of the Seven, she puts her faith in the Valyrian Gods.”

Alicent did not budge, relaxing into her seat a little, “My eldest daughter deserve a wedding that will have many witnesses. Her siblings were married under the faith as well. She should not have to hide in Dragonstone to wed and I have not yet accepted her marrying Jacaerys-“

“My niece does not share blood with you, let it be known once more,” Daemon seethed, his words dripping with venom, “You did not birth her, the Late Queen Aemma whom suffered long hours in labor, only to be cut open like a helpless pig. She would have wanted her daughter to have this.” That immediately shut your step-mother up. You saw how she took a big gulp after being reminded that you were not her trueborn daughter. But not only those words reached over to Alicent, it put you, Rhaenyra, and Viserys in a emotional and awkward state. You brought your hand over to your face to avoid any quivering to be seen from the mention of how your mother died.

Alicent cleared her throat— trying to recover from the sadden reality check she was given by Daemon. “I suppose it is only right for the King to make the decision…” your father slightly lit up at how Alicent let him have the right to make the decision for you all. He turned to make eye contact with you and saw how visibly upset you looked.

You were surprised on how she gave in so easily. Your step-mother had only been insufferable about your wedding for years before she gave it up to have your father finally have a choice in the matter. “If my daughter wishes for an Old Valyrian wedding then I don’t see why not.” Viserys calmly stated, coughing into his handkerchief once more. At his words, your spirits were lifted and smiled at your father. But your step-mother did not seem to be too happy, her frown was noticed from you and your sister.

Rhaenyra seeming to not be so pleased of your step-mother being upset, “I am sure we can come to some sort of agreement,” your sister offered, turning to you for your approval and you let her continue to hear what she had to say, “It would not be official but we can have another wedding under the seven— no one should be allowed to attend except our family, of course. I will only propose it if my son and sister is willing to allow it.”

It did not make you upset at the proposal but having to negotiation on your own wedding did. But from the delighted smile on your step-mother’s face from the offer, you couldn’t help but nod your head once more to agree, as you gave your answer, you felt angry at yourself for letting your step-mother have her way like always. But yet, she just looked so happy as well as your father who seemed delighted to hear you and your sister wanted to consider Alicent’s feelings even with what happened two years ago, but Daemon and Jace seemed to not be so onboard with the idea.

Your step-mother looked surprised, a grateful smile danced on her face, “I am grateful for your proposal. Thank you, Princess.” she graciously thanked and Rhaenyra gave a slight smile.

“A sweet proposition!” Viserys praised.

Jacaerys looked helpless, he’d never been reduced to a simple watcher before. You wanted to comfort him while your father began speaking about Jace’s wedding robes and which colors he should wear. It was his wedding as well and yet no one had asked him what he wanted.

“I’ll accompany the Princess on her fitting with the Seamstress.”

“My grandson should have the robes that I wore in my wedding.”

“I’m sure they wouldn’t fit him, brother.”

“I shall have my cousin, Lord Stark, to prepare Winterfell for the newlyweds quickly.”

“Will he be attending my grandson’s nameday?”

At last, they all seemed to be in a agreement with each other. It all left a neutral look on everyone’s face besides Jace. He did not look happy like everyone else. Even if he wished to speak up on his wishes for his weddings, he did not know what to say. He did not like how you or his mother had negotiated or how they continue to let the woman who used her position and power to ruin his family’s lives, to say he was angry was an understatement.

As you pardoned yourself and head to your chambers to retire, he followed you with the intention of talking with you.

You turned, continuing to walk, “You should be heading to your chambers. Are you alright?” As you finished speaking, you arrived in your chambers and allowed him to come in. You only expected him to wish you well night rest.

“You’re allowing her to have what she wants. Once again.”

You whipped your head around quickly from his words. Jace looked back with annoyance as you looked with confusion. You both seemed to be feeling alright in the council, now you felt that there was tension between you both.

“If you disagreed with the idea then you should have said your piece,” you reminded Jace, he scoffed in return. “you had only disregarded this wedding many times and now you seem to care?!”

He sighed, “Of course I had cared! I wanted you— only you to prepare our wedding. You had the chance to finally have full control of,” his words made you bite your lip, he was right. “That woman had humiliated us for years..you are letting her remain in power even in our marriage!”

You turned, facing him completely, you stepped closer to him, face now only inches apart, “What else can I do, Jacaerys?! She is close that I have to a mother. Let it be reminded that she is still the Queen.”

“Not only days ago, you held distaste for her!” He shouted, “You do not defend yourself, me, or our family when it comes to her.”

You resisted the urge to slap him, “I had done so much for us! This wedding..I thought this is what you wanted!”

For a moment, Jace was taken aback from what you had said. Utterly shocked was his emotions.

“I wanted nothing but your love.”

Your face softened from his words. Within moments, his arms sneak around your waist and hold you affectionately. “For years, Ñuha hūra qēlossās, I yearned for your love and now I was given the chance by the Old Gods to relish in it.” The memory of younger Jace wishing to confess to you in the future was running in your mind, remembering his words: “I will tell you when I am of age, so please wait until then.” Hot tears finally streaming down your face from his words. He gently wiped them off your cheeks, “You and I were meant to burn together.”

You sobbed, stepping away from him, it wounded him deeply once you left his arms but you had no choice. “Please do speak no more..” creating space between you both, it felt wrong to be apart from each other this long.

His face fell and the sight made you want to bury yourself alive for the way you were beginners to hurt him, wounding his heart all because you were not sure. “You share the same feelings as do I, do you not?”

The silence from you was furthering his heart to shatter, to break into two. The heart that belonged to you and only you. Why were you not saying anything?

“Please, my love,” Jace begged, closing the space between you both, holding onto your hands so desperately— almost falling to his knees, “please tell me that you feel the same.”

Jace’s mind was racing. He had always thought you shared love for him as well. Why else would you spur his name towards the Queen on a suitor, or how you would always call him your sun, or how you would allow him to show his affections nearly everywhere, and even when Meraxes allowed Vermax to show his love for her so loudly around Dragonstone that it became clear to Jace that they were the sign of your love for one another. Was he wrong? This whole time, he was wrong?

“Does it not bother you?” you finally asked him, “I had helped raise you..”

Is that why you are in such denial of your feelings towards Jace? No matter how much you might love him, you would still see him as the young boy you had watched over all your life and called him your nephew. But he will no longer be your sweet nephew after four days.

Your words appear to sting Jace and wound him so deeply, from the betrayed look on his face. What was the difference? His mother married her uncle, they’re happily together and inlove.

“Does it really matter?”

“Of course it matters!”

From the tone of your voice, he nodded, only bringing you closer to him. For a moment you had tried to lean away but failed once he placed his hands on your cheeks, continued to wipe your tears away. “Not once have I ever been ashamed of my love for you.” 

His touch was a touch you had yearned for years. The gentleness and sweetness that it came with was reassuring, you were not used to it. From what you were used to was harsh and rough, usually received by your brother, Aegon, whom never held any sort of respect towards you but viewed you as his potential maiden he can abuse whenever he wanted. Everything you wanted in a man was standing right in front of you and yet you pulled away.

Why were you so afraid? This is what you had always wanted right? To be married to the right man and to have sweet children who will turn out right. To be married by your choice and not by duty.

“We shall continue to talk on the morrow.” With that you said nothing else. You stood your place and refused to shed more tears. You watched as Jace was hit with realization. Realizing that you weren’t going to speak anymore or return your feelings. He stepped back and his face was clearly written with hurt all over.

Jace turned to leave your chambers and once he had left, you broke down in continued tears. You broke down into messy sobs, feeling so alone and hurt. Your glassy violet eyes watching the door— thinking about chasing after him. Your eyes begin to dry, rimmed with redness and puffy, you were so conflicted and hated yourself for being so confusing, you wished you had the courage to declare how much you do care for him. But you could not, you were too late, he now thinks you do not love him.

As you continued to cry in your chambers, unknowingly to you— Jace remained behind your doors and hearing it all, salty tears swelling in his eyes. You both cried for each other, yearning for each other’s warmth with the door separating you two.

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“The design…” Alicent eyed your wedding gown, the seamstress was still needling the gown while you were dressed in it, stepping on the high stool as you were studied by your step-mother and sister, they both shared slight distaste for the gown. Lysanna was behind you with your wedding robe to be tried on.

“It is not quite finished yet, my Queen,” the seamstress announced, she placed more needles around the bottom of your gown. You were mesmerized by the gown, it was your step-mother who prepared this gown for you, you had to admit how she perfectly knew what you preferred and what not you preferred. The red lining on the white dress and golden accents were beautiful, the designs of Meraxes on your gown made you beam with excitement. You hate to admit how much step-mother knows about you even though you are still upset with her, she was the reason why you and Jace are having a rough patch.

“Let’s have you try on the robes, hm?” Rhaenyra asked as you quickly nodded, excited to see how they looked while Alicent spoke with the seamstress to have a cape sewn in on your sleeves. Lysanna helped you out of your gown before helping you into the robes. It looked gorgeous, the robes had blue and black as the main colors to represent House Velaryon and Targaryen.

You turned to face your family and they only had given you a smile. It was surprising to see Alicent cooperate and be less vicious to Rhaenyra but perhaps they put their differences aside for your weddings. “You look beautiful, my dearest,” Alicent complimented to which Rhaenyra wholeheartedly agreed. “And what of the headpiece? When will it be finished? Her wedding is in days, let you be reminded!” the seamstress moved quickly across the room to fetch the matching headpieces she had made for you and Jace, handing Alicent yours and she quickly placed it on your head.

It was perfect. Everything was perfect. Except you could not shake away the guilt that was burning inside you from what had happened last night. You and Jace have not spoken to each other since, he was off preparing for his celebration feast that was happening tonight, with Daemon and your father, Viserys. Nobody knew what had happened between the both of you but everyone in the Keep could all feel the tension.

Alicent soon became concerned and remembered, “The gown will be finished before the wedding, I hope?”

“For the heir and his future Queen’s wedding? I will have it finished before the evening,” the seamstress insisted.

You stepped down from the stool after having the robes be taken off of you. You watched as your step-mother place a bag of coins in the seamstress’ hands for her time and hardwork. While your sister graciously thanked her, you all said your farewell before leaving the room. You planned to meet Lysanna in your chambers to help each other with the gowns for tonight.

“Would you like for me to help you pick a gown for the feast?” Alicent placed a cold hand on your shoulder but you shook your head and gave her a friendly smile,

“Liz is helping me,” you answered, “she is helping with my hair as well.”

Rhaenyra nodded from your answer and placed a sweet kiss on your forehead. “I shall see you at the feast, sweet sister.”

“Thank you, Nyra.” you smiled while she scurried off to her chambers, you were standing alone with your step-mother, awkwardly. “Then I shall depart as well-“

With swiftness, you stopped your step-mother from leaving and she gave you a confused look but quickly was replaced with surprise once you shoved yourself into her embrace. Hugging her so tightly, you were scared she would be crushed. But quickly enough, she held onto you as well, possibly her grip was more tighter than yours. “I’ve missed you, my dearest love,” she voiced gently, genuinely terrified to let go of you.

“I have missed you,” you admitted, cried softly. Not caring with what Ladies or Lords around the halls are witnessing.

She didn’t waste a second to kiss your head gingerly and hush you like you were still a baby. “My sweet, miracle girl. What is wrong?”

You couldn’t answer her, instead you buried yourself deeper into your step-mother’s shoulder, the tears continued falling from your eyes, as you breathed in the scent of the Keep. You had not understand why you were suddenly missing your step-mother. In seconds, your step-mother brought you back inside your chambers, pleading to Lysanna to be excused and come back later. She sat you on your bed, helping you loosen your gown to feel more comfortable.

“We had a fight”, you confessed, you saw how she wanted you to continue about why, “about you.”

Alicent looked at you— confused, soon realizing what you had meant. Now understanding why you had looked so gloomy this morning, eye bags and a grim frown danced on your face. “Oh,” she muttered, “I am sorry.” you shook your head, not believing her apology, “No..really, my dearest, I am.”

“He is rather angry with me to know that I have gave you an opportunity to have a part in our wedding.” Her face seeming to hold some sort of guilt, “He’s seething with envious to know that no matter how much I hold hatred, fear, and disgust towards you..I will always find my way back to you, to please you, and to make you part of my life.”

To know that even if you hate her, you would always keep her in your heart. Why? Because she was there for you since you were born, had raised you like her own. You were always her little girl and will forever be her little girl. As much as Alicent despises Rhaenyra and her family, she had learned to accept that you were always apart of her family, she chooses to understand Jace’s anger.

At that you sat on the large bed with your mother, placing your head onto her lap as she soothed you to comfort, humming. You let yourself breathe in and breathe out to calm your nerves, silently sobbing while she whispered sweet nothings into your head, rocking you back and forth. You are ten-and-seventh, and yet you still loved being babied by your step-mother. Moments like this had you wishing that your mother was alive, you only relied on memories and stories told by your father and sister, sometimes your step-mother would tell you how much of a mother she saw in her when she was younger. It was sure by day that she would’ve loved you so much— you and your twin brother, you grieved for them everyday. You could only meet your mother in your dreams but that was more than enough, or that was you just lying to yourself for hope it’ll help ease your curiosity of your mother.

But it was okay, you knew you still had your step-mother, “Sweetest,” she cooed, kissing your forehead lightly, her kisses made you melt with warmth, you had missed this so dearly. “He will come to his senses soon. He won’t hold anger over you forever. He adores you.”

“That is what’s wrong, mama,” you whispered, you pinched yourself to calm your growing anxiety but it was not working, instead you twiddled with your rings, “I have led him to believe that I do not love him. He is rightfully hurt and I do not know what to say..”

Closing your eyes, breathing in the air before you spoke your truth. “My marriage has already ended before it even started.”

Alicent held your face, squishing your cheeks, your sad and heartbreaking eyes left her feeling more sorrow for you. “My dearest, you are no fool. It can be savored, tell me, truthfully, do you carry such love and devotion for Jacaerys as he has for you?”

Her question made you begin to wonder. You had always tried convincing yourself this betrothal was good for the family, for the House. It saved you from marrying your brother, loveless marriage or an abusive one with a high Lord who only wanted you for your Valyrian blood. But really, you knew deep down it was otherwise, no matter how much you wanted to convince yourself and others around you that you and Jace were always just family, it pained you tremendously. You weren’t as confident as he was when admitting his love for you— you didn’t know what to say or do. But you knew your heart belonged to him and only him, it was only right for you to make it up to your lover and it was only right to do it quick.

“I do,” you sighed, exhaustedly, leaning into your step-mother’s hold on your cheeks, “I love him with my whole heart. But I fear he may not want to hear it after what I done.” You had finally admit your love for Jacaerys.

Alicent let out a soft chuckle, getting up from her seat on your bed and straightening her gown, “Believe my words when I speak them, my sweet girl. He will be contented.” slightly smiling at the reassurance she tried giving you. You heard a knock on your chamber doors and it was Liz. To help you with your gown and hair for tonight, of course you let her in and dismissed with your step-mother.

You sat down at your vanity, quietly. Trying to think what to do tonight to apologize to Jace and express your true feelings for him. Waiting for Lysanna to start helping you, she noticed your dreary mood.

“Your eyes are swollen,” Lysanna pointed out and rubbed her cold hands over your face, it startled you which made her laugh. “I won’t ask what happened.”

Feeling a little better while she worked to braid your hair and wrap behind your head, leaving most of your hair down that were stylishly curled. “Have you ever been inlove, Liz?” you whispered, your eyes trained on her from the mirror, she looked rather stunned from your question. Worried you touched a sensitive topic but you wished for some sort of help from her, she was the closest companion you had and probably could relate to your troubles.

“Once.” Lysanna answered, truthfully. She brought over a bright red gown with gold trimming on the front of the gown and around the breast area, the sleeves reached mid arm and had fabric cascading from behind the ending of the sleeves. Though it looked magnificent and appeared to be the dress your step-mother picked out for you, you were not in love with how simple it was…or the color for that matter.

“He was my father’s squire. Much more older than I was at the time,” she helped you out of your pink gown and carefully put you into the red and gold one before starting to tie the laces for tightening. “The lad had dismissed my existence while he stayed in Winterfell, it broke my little heart. All of my hopes and dreams of marrying him disappeared when he left to arrive back to his home. My brother told me he left because his father had betrothed him to a lady from House Baratheon. That was the only time I had ever seen myself marrying for love, not for duty.”

At the newfound information, you frowned. Liz had only arrived to King’s Landing at the age of ten to be your lady-in-waiting. She has been your companion for so long and yet has never thought of marriage ever again. In a way, she was like you, the comfortable atmosphere around you both certainly helped you become more closer to the Stark girl.

“Do you long for home, Liz?”

“Most days I do. Why do you ask?”

“I long for home too.”

Your answer reached Liz’s understanding on what you truly meant. You knew she would understand. You both meant the exact same thing— not the home you grew up in, the home you had known all your lives. The home you desired for, a dream that you hoped to come true, a home that was far away from this place, a home where you could stay for the rest of your days and do whatever you wished. Where you were truly happy and safe.

You were finishing getting ready but you decided to take a few more minutes to help Lysanna with her gown, sure you both would have been late to the celebration but you wanted more time with her. Usually, Lysanna wore grey gowns with sigils stitched of House Stark but she started wearing appropriate gowns for the spring time, dark purples and flowery gowns looked amazing on her. You had her wear a pink patterned gown with much yellow accents and put her hair in a similar hairstyle to what she placed you in, but you wrapped the braids around the crown of her head to make a braid crown.

“Beautiful.” You complimented, Lysanna happily giggling at your words. You both left the chambers and made your way to the Hall where all celebrations and feasts are held. Tonight, not only they would be celebrating the nameday of your betrothed, but the celebration of your betrothal.

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Rhaenyra sat on the other end of the long table with Daemon, Lucerys, and Rhaena while waiting for Rhaenys who had came with Baela right by her side as well as her brother-in-law and her House since Lord Corlys was still at sea, in battle. Alicent and her family occupied the other end of the table while you and Jacaerys were supposed to be seated in the middle with the King, he was there but you were nowhere to be found. Nor was Lysanna.

“Where is my sister?” Rhaenyra whispered to Daemon, as if he would know where you were. He turned to look around the Hall, where many Houses with their Lords and Ladies were crowding. He did not find you but Lysanna was rushing through the crowd to be seated at the table. Rhaenyra had wanted to ask Lysanna where you were but Alicent got to her first. She whispered into her ear and after gaining a response from Lysanna, she looked relieved.

Lysanna made her way to sit next to Lucerys, the young boy quickly became flustered after receiving a smile from her. “Liz, where is the Princess?” Rhaenyra lightly whispered across, not wanting Jacaerys to hear so he wouldn’t panic, but he certainly would not react at the mention of you.

“She’s arriving soon. She had asked me to not wait on her, and went back to her chambers for something.” Lysanna answered truthfully. Rhaenyra was worried, Viserys was about to start his speech right about now.

Everyone had finally seated, once they had all sat, Viserys weakly got up and began his speech. But before he could even speak a word, you came in through the doors in a much different dress than the one you were previously wearing. A lavishing off-shouldered blue gown with ruffles lining across your collarbone, a lighter blue cape connecting around your sleeves, the patterns on the dress seemed to be in favor of House Velaryon and as well as the pearl jewelry that were around your neck and pinned between your ears. You wore the rings given by your father.

“Princess Y/n of House Targaryen, The Realm’s Beauty and the future Queen Consort.”

The knight announced your presence loudly, while everyone had got up from their seat once more to honor you. You had received the most happiest grin from the King and Rhaenyra’s family while you received a surprised look from your step-mother. Your betrothed’s eyes lit up for a moment once you had entered the hall, surely they all expected you to show up in your house colors but tonight you were here for Jace and only Jace. But he wasn’t the only one who seemed to be contented, the Queen who never was certainly pleased to see you show support to her and her husband’s House.

You climbed up the stairs and as you made your way to sit next to Jace, you placed a sweet kiss on his cheek while they all clapped. The King declared for everyone to be seated once again.

“As we all join together for another celebration. Tonight, we celebrate my grandson, the future heir to the Iron Throne, ten-and-fourth nameday.” Viserys announces loudly, to that, they all clapped once more. You gave Jace a warm smile—received nothing but a firm nod. Taking a sip from your glass, you almost felt all of your confidence drain out of you when he barely acknowledged you. “Not only we celebrate his nameday, we celebrate yet another betrothal between House Targaryen and House Velaryon, united once more. With my grandson, your future Queen’s heir— whom to be your future King, and with my second eldest daughter, your future Queen Consort. Let us celebrate!”

You gently clapped your hands and smiled towards your father who remained his eyes on you and Jace. As everyone all clapped again, music began to play, guests beginning to dig in their meals while you sat there, looking throughout the Hall until you were interrupted by a noise and saw Jace held his hand out for you.

Oh. The first dance of the evening.

Quickly you took his hand and was lead to the floor. Hesitating to take the lead, from your lover’s stance, he was much more confident to lead. As the music danced around you both, you cleared your throat and whispered towards him:

“We must talk.” you muttered as he circled you before you both appeared behind each other with your arms out.

“There’s no reason for us to talk, Auntie.” His words seethed with venom, you grimaced at the way he called you his aunt— not what you were used to. You both continued to dance away from each other and reuniting once more in the middle.

“I understand your anger, Jace,” you pleaded, you were desperate to make amends but it was not looking so good. “I realized my mistakes and I want to apologize.”

The dance was coming to an end and he harshly grabbed you, “You’re not forgiven.” He whispered down into your ear, lifting you in the air as you dropped on the floor before everyone clapped for you and Jace. He left you on the dancefloor by yourself until Lords and their Ladies crowded you. Watching him walk back to his seat without a care, you never felt so rejected and afraid until now. It shattered your heart as he changed his demeanor when he started talking with Baela. This was your fault, you must fix it. You were feeling defeated but snapped out of your thoughts when you felt a nudge on your shoulder,

“May I have a dance with the Princess?”

You wanted to politely refuse the young Lord but soon you realized it was not a young Lord, when you turned around you were facing the Lord of the North, Cregan Stark. Lysanna was watching with excitement to see you with her brother, she was so happy to hear from him that he would be attending. In a matter of seconds you begun dancing with him. Stealing glances over to him, you noticed how handsome he looked (though you could never admit that out loud.) He towered over you so easily— feeling rather short when next to him. His defined and mature looks, his furs that were draped over his shoulders made him look more masculine than any of the men that were in the Hall. The confidence in his stance was just the icing on the cake, everything about this man made you weak in the knees.

Recovering very soon from your ogling to the Lord of Winterfell, “It is a pleasant surprise to see you here tonight, my Lord,” you muttered, lifting your head after giving him a small nod out of respect, the older man gave you a light laugh from how you forgot your position. Grasping his hands around your waist, you let out a surprised gasp from how gentle he held you as he lifted you up in the air.

“It was my sister who asked of me.” He stated his reasoning, he helped you from the air to land you on the floor. That’s right, Lysanna had wrote many letters each month to her brother on any events happening and what was happening in her life, currently. It was a big surprise to see House Stark show up to any celebration that was held in King’s Landing due to them being in the North, it takes over a month to just travel here.

“Liz has always mentioned you, you are admirable, Lord Stark.” you were soon to be growing your confidence back, you were happy to be able to find comfort with a new friend you had made with the Lord Stark. Hoping he was enjoying your company as well.

Unknowing to you or the Lord of Winterfell, you were being watched not just by Lysanna but by your betrothed. Jace clenching his jaw as watched you enjoy the newfound company as you continued to dance with Cregan and laugh with him even though the dance floor was changing partners. Jace didn’t want to admit it, you looked like a divine goddess, he was mesmerized by your beauty that he almost forgot he was unhappy with you. But his grumpy mood soon came back after watching you dance with the Warden of the North while knowing he was an old potential suitor of yours.

It appeared that partners were changing soon, truthfully, you did not want to split up. You liked the friendly atmosphere you were able to make with him. “You honor me, my Princess. Please refer me as Cregan.” In awe at how he already wanted to be on first name basis. Before you could split apart, he gave your hand a kiss out of respect, “Congratulations, your betrothed appears to already be a strapping lad. Winterfell awaits for your arrival.” His manners made you shamelessly stare while being split up from the change of partners, grumbling once you realized Lord Baratheon became your partner, excusing yourself to return to your table. Happily eating the lemon cakes and toffee puddings that were offered.

“Sister! You must see the gift me and Daeron had prepared for your wedding.” Helaena quickly came up to you with Daeron by her side, holding a neatly rolled art piece that was collected specifically for you. You laid your eyes upon it with content, they knew how much you were into collecting art pieces, especially ones that were historical and ancient. You couldn’t wait to hang it up on your chamber walls with the rest of your collected art pieces.

You placed the art piece by your side and gave a genuine smile to your siblings for their sweet and thoughtful gift. “It is an amazing gift, my sweets. Thank you..”

“We had it exported from Essos,” Daeron explained, you assumed so since the paper was more softer than any art from Westeros. Your brother was explaining more in-depth with where the art piece came from. Helaena was telling you how happy she was when she got her hands on it as Rhaena asked to look at the art, handing her the paper, she looked so mesmerized by the colors.

You bid them off with a tight hug and a sweet kiss on their cheeks. Watching them sit back down at their seat, conversing with one another. Your gaze was soon locked with your young brother, Aemond. While Aegon, had run off to drink away and stare hungrily at the servant maids, making a complete utter fool out of himself. Your brother watched you from the side of the long table, your eyes began to sadden as you realized this was the first interaction you ever had with Aemond since two years ago, after the scary incident. He finally tore his gaze away from you and quickly your mood was ruined, once more. This is was a different kind of rejection, rejected by your betrothed and now rejected by your sweet brother, whom was the closest brother to you since children.

How could this night be so cruel to you? This was supposed to be a feast of celebration for Jace’s nameday but you could not hold your happiness anymore. As you’re drowning in your sorrow, Jace was drowning in his as well. He gave you a quick look before turning away once you noticed, you opened your mouth to say something but immediately closed it. Let him celebrate his nameday in peace, you thought, let him have no more worries for the rest of the night.

Your gaze was shifted to Lysanna, who was dancing with her brother and Luke, they all looked so jolly and contented.

Oh how you wished you were feeling those emotions right now.

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I made this chapter longer than the others because I felt bad for taking so long to update😔 I’m sorry! But omg we get sm angst, muahahahahaha😈 yes I love angst, it’s amazing and horrible at the same time. Anyways shoutout to Cregan writers, YALL ARE SAVING ME IN THE CREGAN X READER TAG!!🙏‼️

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[izzabela]

Can I request Kuai Liang with Targaryen reader with the whole bond with dragons and the white hair 🥲

The Mother of All Dragons - Kuai Liang x GN!reader

in which yours and Kuai Liang's interesting relationship is documented in little short stories

a/n: dragons? DRAGON DEEZ- i've also never watched GOT or HOD ahahaha.... forgive me

ship[s]: kuai liang x targaryen!GN!reader

warning(s): happy lin kuei family

Jealousy

Kuai Liang watches from the sidelines as your huge dragon plays around with Liu Kang's fire dragon summons.

Instead of taking you away, wooing you and having you by his side, he's stuck monitoring the latest champions of his master. He stands there, idle as his gaze is solely fixated on your beautiful white hair and glowing smile, as you giggle at your dragon's childish antics with Liu Kang's fire dragon summons.

Kuai Liang's magic is getting the best of him, his composed self letting off burn marks on the slated stone ground. His feet begin to sizzle, and Johnny points it out as he was downed by Kenshi during a spar.

"Hey, twinkle toes, you're getting a little hot over there," he points out.

Kuai snaps out of it, shaking his head as he puts out the burning and looms over Johnny. Arms crossed, chest puffed, scowl on, he tells Johnny to get up and spar another round with Kenshi.

"Agh..." Kuai Liang shakes his head, and his eyes find you once again.

This time, Liu Kang's fire dragons encircle you. Both of them, the red and blue one, dance around you like ribbons falling from the air. Your dragon is by your side, resting its head after his own playtime with the fire god's magic.

"Enough of this," Kuai Liang gruffly says, stalking over to you and Lord Liu Kang in sizzling anger.

Bi Han is watching this from his own post, as he was responsible for looking over Raiden and Kung Lao. His eyes track the obvious burn marks he's leaving on the ground, the way Kuai Liang marches rather than walk, and the way his brows are furrowed.

"Tomas," he calls his youngest, and he comes quickly to his side. "See to it that our brother does not bring us shame."

He bows, quietly following Kuai Liang. Normally, Kuai would hear such a conversation, but the voices were drowned out by the buzz of anger and jealousy. Tomas was stumped, since Kuai Liang was the more level-headed one out of all three of them.

From the shade of the tree, Tomas watched as Kuai Liang bows to Liu Kang and makes light conversation with him. From where he stands, Tomas can hear the respectful tone in his voice, though it began to dissipate as he tries to explain what he's there for.

Also from the shade, Tomas can see your dragon beginning to tense up. His pupils become slits as his breathing become heavy, suddenly in defense mode to protect you from Kuai Liang.

"Syrax, what's gotten into you?" you coo as you pet the yellow-scaled beast.

You can feel her elevated heartbeat, shallow breaths, and see the fire begin to crackle and pop in her mouth. It wasn't directed to Liu Kang, as he just played with your companion. It wasn't you either, your beastly friend was relaxing with you.

You cross your arms with a sly brow as you stare at Kuai Liang with disappointment and irritation. He's never like this around Syrax, and Syrax had never once been so foul with your lover.

"Kuai Liang, what is the meaning of this?" you sigh as you try and calm Syrax some more. "Syrax is seeing you as a threat, and you've never done this before?"

Kuai Liang is frozen, but he controls his heart as he calmly explains himself- at least, calmly explains half of himself.

"I seek you for... a spar! I fear that maybe your hand-to-hand kombat has weakened. We have to refine and brush up your skills."

Tomas smacks his forehead with that flimsy excuse.

Was it more obvious that he was jealous? His own brother, swayed by petty emotions like that? And that easily too?

Syrax visibly relaxes, curling up in herself she deemed it a worthy excuse. He takes this opportunity to drag you away from the fire god, briskly walking away to make sure your full attention was on him.

Perplexed, you wonder how he could have possibly known about Liu Kang showing you his fire. However, as you neared the training grounds and go back to his area, you realize how he saw you.

A perfect angle to see you play with Syrax and Liu Kang, overlooking the large grassy field that was past the stone arches and covered walkways.

"Kuai~" you drag his name out teasingly, "Do not tell me you're jealous~."

As you stood next to him, Kuai Liang uses his magic and creates a similar fire effect like Liu Kang did. Though not images of dragons, his flames circle you like ribbons as well, warming you as they fizzled out like dying fire crackers.

"I will show you better fire tricks once we return home," he huffs.

You laugh and loop your arm around his, nuzzling into his warm skin as you kiss his bicep.

"I'll hold you to it, darling."

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Injury

Kuai Liang's back hits the cold and hard stone of the Lin Kuei palace's walls.

It's the third time he's hit the wall, but he isn't giving up, not when it's you on the line.

You see, you had come home from another long mission for Liu Kang, but you came home hiding an injury. A blade had lodged itself into your leg, and although pulling it out would have helped, it hit an important vein that could cause you to bleed out immensely.

Instead, you kept it there to try and slow down the bleeding. However, you collapsed as soon as you limped through the portal, and Syrax was not pleased.

Filled with rage, eyes livid and darting around like a target-lock, it encircled you in a protective circle to keep any and everyone away from you. She had injured some of the healers, and as of now, one ninja had died due to the rage of the dragon.

"(y/n)!" Kuai screams, voice slightly muffled by his mask. "By the realms, wake up!"

Unfortunately, you were out cold, the only warmth being your companion's body as adrenaline pumped through the large beast.

As mentioned before, he hit the wall three times now. He needed a new strategy, not one that surprised Syrax, injured her, or anything else.

He knew of your bond with her, hell he was the first non-Targaryen that Syrax trusted. He knew that she was raised alongside you, ever since you were born, Syrax had remained by your side.

She was just scared for you. Like a mama bear to her children, Syrax was protecting you from people she did not know.

Realizing this, Kuai Liang threw his kunai to the ground and held his hands up and away from his waist. Everyone, from ninja to healer, even his brothers, watched in awe as he began to speak to the beast.

"Syrax," he began slowly, "Come on, it is only me. I'm here to help."

Bi Han throws a huge ice axe in front of his feet, a warning and signal for him to pay attention to his grandmaster.

"Are you mad?! Do you have a death wish?!" he cries out, only to be met with fire breath thrown at his way.

"Trust me, brother," he says calmly. "Send me two healers, I will do the rest."

The healers are behind Kuai Liang, and he instructs them to raise their hands to show peace and no harm to the pale yellow dragon.

"Syrax, we only seek to aid them, not hurt." Kuai Liang says, this time a lot closer to the dragon.

He can feel Syrax's breathing slow, and her head begins to lull downwards to the ground. Kuai Liang gently reaches a hand out, shakily one might add, and makes contact with the part in-between the nostrils of the dragon.

He rubs it carefully, testing the waters before he can be more comfortable petting and soothing the scared dragon.

"There, there," he says softly, voice barely a whisper. "You're just scared, and that is alright." He nods to the healers, who begin to work on you limp body and restoring it to health.

As your eyes flutter open, you realize you're surrounded by the scales of Syrax, the hands and the magic of healers, and the muffled voice of Kuai Liang soothing your partner down.

"K-Kuai..." you stutter weakly, hand up and wanting him. He rushes to your side, practically super-gluing himself to you as he hushes you, cradles you, and distracts you from the pain and current situation.

He kisses your forehead, almost like a promise to himself.

If you were anything like your dragon, you were going to be just fine. Kuai Liang was sure of it.

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Joy

You and Kuai Liang are outside in the courtyard, in a squat position with arms out as you try to guide your son to either one of you.

Syrax, your dragon, Bi Han, and Tomas were also present.

They watch from the side as you and Kuai Liang try and get your son to take his first steps to either of you two.

"Come on, baby, you can do it!" you squeal as you clap your hands and make little "grabby" gestures to your son. Kuai does something similar, except patting his legs.

"My little warrior, come to papa!"

Your son babbles and coos, making incoherent baby noises as he tries to stand up and walk. He's only ten months, but the doctors and healers alike say that he's an exceptional baby.

An early bird, advancing in walking much sooner than other babies. You and Kuai Liang watch as your baby struggles to stand on his shaky knees.

Coincidentally, Syrax also had given birth. A beautiful son, just like your own, and his egg had been put in the cradle in order to strengthen the bond between one another and keep the Targaryen lineage alive.

The baby dragon, though, was stronger than a human. Syrax's child began walking first, and now he sits by his mama's side.

Your son cried after another fail on getting up, and you wanted to go over to him to calm him down from his stress and embarrassment. However, someone else does it for you.

Syrax's child, your son's companion, walked to your child and circled him in hoy and excitement, surprisingly gentle as the dragon gently nudges him up. You son is giggling, petting his head before he makes a great feat that brings you and Kuai Liang to tears.

Your son, arms out and headed in your general direction, began walking towards you two. He's smiling, practically shrieking with joy as he's taking (literal) baby steps towards you.

"Darling, oh my elder gods..." you sigh as you wipe your face.

Kuai Liang is by your side and he wraps one arm over your shoulder to console your joyful tears.

One arm each, you both hold them out and encourage him to come closer and more quickly. Finally in both of your arms, you and Kuai Liang had attacked your son with loads of kisses and loving smooches.

On the side, Tomas has little tears down one side of his cheek. He wipes them quickly, trying to cover up, but Syrax catches it and nudges his face.

"Oh, I'm fine," he chuckles, sniffing as he wipes tears.

Bi Han, though not crying, is also overwhelmed with emotion as he softly smiles.

For once, joy fell upon the Lin Kuei palace, and all its inhabitants.

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Sensei, I know you're into classic cars, how many do you own? I hear even Sam has a hard time fulfilling your orders of rare parts. Have you ever rewarded him with a free ride?

Sorry, I couldn’t not have Crewel talk about his car like he’s dating it/j

Sometimes you’re just so passionate about your interests that it comes off as weird to people who don’t Get It… I wanted to capture that feeling here.

If he doesn't scare you, no evil thing will.

Crewel held up a single finger. “I’ve tinkered with and stolen glances at other classic cars, but in my heart, I’m a committed man. There’s a favorite of mine, my one and only.”

“Oh, the red one?”

“The very same, yes.”

The image of it was almost automatic in your mind. Numerous times you had witnessed Crewel pulling onto campus in that iconic car. Deep crimson, like the skin of a fruit forbidden. For a vehicle so vintage, it was in mint condition, free of dirt and dents, shining like a brand new medal.

“It’s a real beauty,” Crewel continued proudly. “I’ve of course lavished it with plenty of TLC—tender love and care. Sam is my primary supplier of parts, though even he can find it a challenge to meet my demands.”

“Wow, you give him a real run for his money!”

Crewel gave a soft laugh. “I never find a bad thing to say about him though. The goods Sam procures are of the highest quality and he is always willing to work with me to find a compromise. He’s highly competent, and that’s something I can appreciate.”

“It sounds like you two have a strong relationship. That’s good, because I was beginning to think you had beef with all your colleagues!”

Trein and Crowley automatically came to your mind. Crewel often butted heads with them in the hallways—like a cat and dog, you thought, or a dog chasing down a bird.

“Sam is an exception. I don’t mind his company.” Crewel shook his head. “The other day, I happened to find him walking along the road in the direction of the town. He said he was taking ‘the scenic route’ to enjoy the springtime, pointing out the lily pads and the frogs.

“… I immediately ordered him into my car and drove him the rest of the way. Typically it’s just my dogs that ride with me, but I couldn’t let him make that steep trip on his lonesome. I consider the lift payback for his painstaking efforts to acquire rare parts for me.”

You chuckled to yourself, and Crewel noticed.

“What’s so funny, pup?” he demanded.

“Nothing, it’s just…” you swallowed your giggles, composed yourself. “It’s nice to see your soft side come out. Crewel-sensei can be as kind as he is cruel.”

He folded his arms, but he did not look displeased. Instead, he offered a sly smile. “Damn right.”

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Hello!

If its cool, may I request a fic with Caelus, Dang Heng, March and Gepard all hanging out and Sampo starts to flirt with intoverted!reader after they take off their usually oversized jacket to reveal themselves wearing a formfitting turtlekneck. After a bit, reader sighs and looks at them, amused and exasperated, and says "listen, I have the sex appeal of a croissant. If your looking cake, your better off going to the bakery over there" reffering a bakery just across the street from where the group is standing in Belabog. I'd think their reactions would be funny.

Thank you!

Hi Anon! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took so long. I'm so bad at writing flirting so hopefully this isn't too bad; it is a bit short but I hope you like the fanfic!

Fandom: Honkai Star Rail

Characters: Caelus, Dan Heng, March 7th, Gepard Landau, Sampo Koski x introvert! gn! Reader (platonic)

Word Count: 0.4k (467 words)

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Upon taking off your oversized jacket, revealing a fitting turtleneck, Sampo can't resist flirting with you. But you’ve got a few choice words to throw back at him.

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“Woah…looking good there.”

You paused in folding up your jacket as you turned to face Sampo. “Sorry?”

You were hanging out with Sampo, Gepard, and the three from the Astral Express; Caelus, Den Heng, and March. It was a warm day in Belabog and it was too hot to be wearing your usual oversized jacket. You had removed it in favour of your fitting turtleneck which would be much cooler. Apparently that had garnered the attention of one of your companions.

Sampo leaned forward from where he was sitting on the edge of the fountain. A sly smile stretched across his lips. “I said, you’re looking good. Not often one gets a glimpse of someone so beautiful.”

Gepard rolled his eyes. “Really, Sampo? It’s not like you haven’t seen your fair share of people you’d deem attractive.”

“Yeah but that turtleneck?” Sampo gestured to your form fitting top, “Pretty hot if you ask me.”

You turned away, unsure of how to react.

“Aw, come on. Don’t hide your beauty.” Sampo was insistent.

“Don’t make them uncomfortable.” You looked up at Caelus gratefully. Out of everyone there, he seemed to be the one who best understood your introverted tendencies.

“Certainly not my intent.” You looked across at Sampo who was leaning back with his hands raised. When he saw you looking at him, he smirked. “Looks like I’m not the only one who can’t help but stare.”

You sighed. Enough was enough. “Sampo, listen. I have the sex appeal of a croissant. If you’re looking for cake, you’re better off going to the bakery-” You waved a hand in the direction of the bakery, “-over there.”

Immediately, chaos erupted around you. The milkshake March had been drinking sprayed across the ground in front of her as she choked on however much of it had gone down the wrong pipe. Caelus was laughing, tears in his eyes as he rubbed March’s back. Gepard was attempting to smother a laugh. Even Dan Heng was fighting back a smile and he attempted to pass off his amusement as exasperation.

Perhaps the best expression was Sampo who was looking back at you with an expression halfway between dumbfounded and abashed.

March had recovered from her coughing fit. “That was amazing! Oh my goodness.”

“I certainly wasn’t expecting that.” Caelus was wiping the tears from his eyes, trying to compose himself.

Dan Heng was still trying to smother his smile but every time his eyes met yours, his efforts would fail and he would be forced to quickly compose his face again.

Gepard leant across to place a shoulder on Sampo’s shoulder. “She got you there.”

Sampo was still staring at you. Then, suddenly, he smiled, teasing mirth glimmering behind his eyes. “And just when I thought I couldn’t like you any more…”

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[isaacswhy]

fingers

isaacwhy x fem!reader (nsfw) summary: isaac catches y/n looking at his fingers over and over again. he uses them. requested?: yes, by 🦦 anon MINORS DNI

There you sat, at the kitchen counter. In one of those too-comfortable cushioned stools as your boyfriend cooked up a meal for you. You watched as his hands gripped every tool he used and his perfect finesse with every movement. He made cooking look so effortless and like a beautiful art. He was beautiful.

You'd admire his strong figure and his body, but your eyes would trail down the muscles of his arm and onto the veins that led to his hands, and his large fingers. God, those fingers. It's not like you'd never gotten to experience them before, you had, many times over, but they never ceased to amaze you. Perfectly shaped and just the right size, where you almost felt too full. The way they-

"Y/N?"

You jolted and looked up at Isaac, who was now looking at you with two plates in hand. Your frantic, turned-on brain panicked to compose yourself, so you sat up with a small smile on your face.

"Oh, thank you. What's for dinner?" You asked.

Isaac looked perplexed. "Weren't you watching me as I cooked? It's just some breakfast burritos. I was craving them, you know how it is."

"If I were honest.. I was spacing out, you know?"

"Oh, yeah, I get it. I hope you enjoy it."

"You know I will, Isaac. Your cooking is.. what's the word, delectable."

"Okay, fancy pants."

You chuckled to yourself as you took a bite, the savory combo of eggs and meat and cheese taking you almost by surprise in the way they flowed together beautifully. The meal was well-seasoned and you could've sworn you fell in love with Isaac all over again in the moment. After taking a few bites, you found yourself spacing out again, your eyes trailing over to the man across the counter eating his own meal. Or at least to his hands. And those fucking fingers.

Maybe it was obsession, but you couldn't help yourself. They were so perfect for you. His hands in general were a work of art, sculpted by the gods like he was meant to be a statue one day. The large size of them and the veins that decorated them sporadically. Even as you went up his arm, his muscle definition and the all around strength you took in as you stared at him.

"Hello? My eyes are up here."

You were startled once more, but you did your best to flirt. "Don't mind me, just enjoying the view."

"What were you looking at that caught your attention?"

"That's for me to know and you to find out, Isaac."

"The hell does that mean?"

You took another bite of your burrito as Isaac looked at you with a sense of curiosity in his eyes. You knew the look well after seeing it many times over. A twinge of arousal mixed with the need to chase down what you were leading him towards. He was mild-mannered most of the times, but you knew he couldn't help himself when you gave him subtle hints like this. He became a whole new man altogether. You didn't envy the internet, given that they were never able to see the expressions he makes or all of the looks in his eyes that could tell you far more than words. Then again, you liked having it all for yourself.

It was an obvious move, but you flickered your eyes from his to his fingers, back to his eyes, and then you returned to your burrito. If he was still questioning your intentions, that was on him. You wanted to lay some hints down, but you never wanted to give him exactly what he wanted: the answer.

"I think I get it."

A grin spread across your face. "Do you now?"

Isaac stood wordlessly from his stool and walked over to you. "The question is, do I have the patience to move back to our room?"

A mischievous look in his eye told you that he was on the right path. "It doesn't matter either way if you're fast."

Isaac returned your sly smile. "I guess you're right."

It didn't take more than a second for Isaac's hands to find themselves on the waistband of the sweatpants you had stolen from him, pulling them down. You wrestled your hips as you noticed he had hooked his fingers under your underwear as well, so when he got them out from under you successfully, you were exposed to him. He reached two fingers down and slowly rubbed them in circles on your clit, which brought out an unexpected moan from you. His other hand slapped over your mouth as his fingers teased you. The wetness and heat between your legs was growing unbearable.

Your boyfriend finally obliged, dragging his two fingers downward, getting them wet with your slick, and pushing both inside simultaneously. You could've screamed in the moment, his large fingers making you almost feeling like you were being filled to the brim. There was pain, but it quickly subsided as he pushed his fingers into you rigorously and caressed your g-spot.

You didn't have the stamina he had, so you found yourself gripping the counter and your seat hand with your fingers as a climactic feeling rose in your gut. The way Isaac's fingers worked inside of you with such finesse always brought you to orgasm faster than you could've ever done yourself, and faster than anybody had ever done before. Isaac truly was the perfect guy for you.

"Isaac.." Your muffled voice was blocked out mostly by Isaac's hand, but he heard you fine.

"I know, baby."

Whines and whimpers were all you could manage as his fingers fucked you relentlessly, your breath hitching as you spilled over the edge and climax rocked your body. If Isaac's hand weren't there, the neighbors would've gotten a show. Isaac's fingers slowed their pace and eventually pulled out, and you watched as he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean. God, you loved that guy.

"You're so gross," You said, even if you didn't mean it.

"I know you love it."

You pulled your underwear and borrowed sweatpants back up over your waist and the two of you returned to your daily routine, and the rest of the housemates didn't seem to know a thing as they woke up. A job well done.

[bbyquokka]

12:36 pm (bc)

genre: timestamp, smut — MDNI!

warnings: gn reader, established relationship, mirror sex, unprotected penetration, possessive chan, pet name (pup), marking (love bites), finger sucking 

words: 0.7k ~ (766)

a/n: im watching chan's live rn and as soon as i saw that mirror i just had to.. :] i also finished this in like, 20 - 25 mins or smth. ops? 🙈

☆ m.list — ☆ you can also read it on my ao3

dont repost. dont translate. minors, ageless & default blogs; dni! feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

“look at you.” chan whispers in your ear. his hot breath fanning against the shell. he slides his hands around your neck before holding the sides of your cheeks. “look at how beautiful you look.”

he gently tilts your head to force you to look at your reflection in the hotel mirror. you let out a soft whimper, eyes flickering and scanning yours and chan's reflection. he gently nudges your soft lips with the tips of his fingers. you silently obey by parting your lips to allow his fingers to slip inside slowly.

you wrap your lips around his digits, his fingers laying dormant on your tongue as you suckle on them. he hums softly, kissing the shell of your ear before gently sucking on the lobe. you whimper softly, saliva pooling and slowly trickling down your chin and chan's fingers.

“so pretty.” he mumbles, kissing the valley of your neck. he softly suckles, teeth threatening to sink into your soft, delicate flesh. your chest heaves as you watch chan via the reflection. he looks up at you through his lashes, a slow and sly smirk on his lips as he suddenly sinks his teeth in your neck.

you let out a shriek, pain and pleasure quickly surges through your body. you grip onto the bed sheets, bundling them up in your fist as you squeeze around chan's length. he lets out a throaty moan as he sucks on the bite mark before licking and kissing it.

he gives a hum of satisfaction as he stares at his work. a deep purple bruise with teeth marks forming on your skin. the type of bruise that no amount of make-up can cover.

“you're mine.” he growls, causing you to shiver and close your eyes. “you'll always be mine, yeah?”

you weakly nod, unable to say or do anything. chan has a hold of you. he's casted a spell on you. you're weak, willing to do anything and everything for him.

“good pup.” his hips snap against yours suddenly. you cry out in pleasure as you feel his length stroke the deepest parts of you. it's too much. he knows what makes you weak, what makes you tremble and begging for more. he loves seeing you in your begging, hazy state. he loves ruining you inside and out. he's not satisfied until he sees drool and tears staining your cheeks and nothing but incoherent babbles from your lips–that's when chan is satisfied.

you're his and his only. he doesn't care how many marks he gives you, how loud you may be. he wants people to hear, to see, to know that you are his and his only.

“chan. chan..” you shakily whimper, head hanging low. you can feel it, feel him. it's so much, possibly too much, but you don't care because you're so consumed with pleasure that you don't want him to stop. you'll go as far to say that you're addicted to him just as much as he is addicted to you.

“such a pretty pup. you always take me so well.” he hums, fingertips lightly dancing up and down your spine, ignoring the fact that you're coated in sweat. his fingertips travel up the back of your neck before tangling in your hair by the roots.

he tugs your head back, forcing you to once again, look at the reflection. you clamp around him, whimpering as you look at your lustful, hungry boyfriend. he swallows thickly as he looks at your doe eyes and stained face, jaw clenching as a way to try and compose himself.

but he fails–massively.

his hips pick up in tempo and strength, hand letting go of your hair. within minutes, your arms fail you, shakily giving up which allows your head to softly fall on the hotel pillows. with your cheek squished against the pillow and your lower body high up, this allows chan to piledrive. 

chan watches every thought leave your head, your mind and body consumed with intense amount of pleasure. the bed squeaks, hitting against the wall, much to seungmin and felix's dismay. but does chan care? of course not. all he cares about is ruining you, watching you slowly become consumed in him and nothing but him.

tears and saliva roll down your face, landing on the sheets and staining the skin. nothing but breath moans and babbles emitted from your chest and lips. your pupils blown out and half lidded as your hair sticks to your uncomfortably hot and sweaty skin.

“you're so pretty like this. i want to ruin you some more.”

tags (open): @sstarryoong ; @oshimee ; @septicrebel ; @bbujiikseu ; @cixrosie ; @alyszaen ; @writerracha ; @hyunluvxo

[heavenlytouches]

Hi! Can you please do another Robbie Turner fic?? 🙏

Hello love! Ofc I can, I love Robbie so much TwT thank you so so much for a request and I apologise for a late reply, my college's been killing me TwT let's get into this El <3

Robbie Turner- private constellation

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

GN reader

<3 (SFW)

TW- none

Robbie and you share an afternoon picnic

Robbie Turner

You spread the picnic blanket across the soft grass beneath the sprawling branches of an old oak tree.

The sunlight dripped through the leaves, creating a mosaic of light and shadow that danced around you. The air was warm, filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the faint sound of laughter from nearby picnickers.

“Everything looks so beautiful!”

Robbie said as he watched you with a soft smile. His blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight, striking against the warm tones of the afternoon. He wore a light plaid shirt, sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal the sun-kissed skin of his forearms, and your chest fluttered with a mix of admiration and nervousness.

As you settled down on the blanket, Robbie’s freckled cheeks flushed slightly. It always amazed you how something so simple could make your heart race.

“I brought your favorite sandwiches.”

He continued, pulling out a perfectly wrapped sandwich along with some fresh strawberries, their red hues a delectable contrast to the green around you.

“They look amazing.”

You replied softly, your shyness wrapping around you like a warm blanket. You reached for a strawberry, and his fingers brushed against yours for just a moment—a fleeting connection that sent a shiver of electricity down your spine. You glanced up, catching him watching you intently, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.

“I know they’re not as sweet as you, but I tried!”

He winked, his confidence palpable. The teasing tone in his voice made you flush; it was a game he played so effortlessly. It was heartwarming, seeing Robbie so carefree and flirty after everything he had been through. Having returned from the war only a year ago, he carried stories in his gaze but wore his kindness like armor.

“Stop it!"

You murmured, burying your face in your hands for a moment, trying to block the heat creeping onto your cheeks.

The fact that you felt so bashful around him only made you more aware of how much you enjoyed his company, the way he lit up even the most ordinary moments.

He chuckled softly, nudging your shoulder playfully.

“You know you can’t hide from me forever.”

He said, his voice low and teasing, inviting you to look up and meet his gaze once more. When you did, the world around you seemed to fade, leaving just the two of you under the warm afternoon sun.

“How about we have a little contest?”

He suggested, his ocean eyes sparkling, and you couldn't help but lean in closer, curiosity piqued.

“What kind of contest?”

You asked hesitantly, your shyness bubbling beneath the surface.

“The first one to turn the other into a blushing mess has to eat the last strawberry no matter how full…”

He trailed off, a sly grin spreading across his face.

“What do you say?”

“Fine, but I warn you, I’m really good at this!”

Your heart raced with the thrill of the challenge, eager to keep the atmosphere light and fun.

With that, Robbie leaned in close, his blue eyes practically twinkling. He whispered sweet nothings that sent shivers down your spine, each word laced with a warmth that made your nerves dance.

“There’s something about you, you know? It’s like you bring sunshine wherever you go.”

His voice was teasing, yet sincere, leaving you feeling both flustered and cherished.

You bit your lip, fighting back a smile, your heart stealing the show as it raced in your chest.

“That’s not fair!”

You blurted out, your face burning with embarrassment.

“I thought we were supposed to be challenging each other?”

He leaned back, feigning innocence, and the laughter danced between you, composing a sweet symphony wrapped in the warmth of the afternoon.

The two of you spent hours talking about everything and nothing, time slipping away like grains of sand.

You shared stories, laughter bouncing off the trees, and the sweet touches became more frequent—small nudges and fleeting hand-holding that sent butterflies raging in your stomach.

For the first time, you felt the weight of shyness lift off your shoulders as you shared your dreams and fears, encouraging each other as you bared your hearts over sandwiches and strawberries.

Every now and then, Robbie would lean closer, his freckles catching the sunlight just right, and you'd steal glances each time. Sun lightly danced across his golden skin. You've known him since you were kids but this man... Robbie was something special.

At one point, you lay back on the blanket, looking up at the vivid blue sky, your heart fluttering as you felt Robbie’s warm presence beside you.

“Do you ever think about how beautiful the world is?”

You mused, feeling a sense of tranquility wash over you.

“All the time..”

He replied, his tone thoughtful as he propped himself on his elbow to face you.

“Especially now. I get to share it with someone special like you.”

The intimacy of the moment made your heart swell, and you felt brave enough to meet his gaze, holding it as if it was the most precious thing.

As the sun began to dip lower in the sky, casting a golden glow all around, you turned your head toward him.

“Robbie..”

You breathed out, your voice barely above a whisper. You felt brave for a moment.

"Did you know your freckles are like your own private constellation?”

His lips curved into an endearing smile, and he brushed his fingers against your cheek, the warmth taking your breath away.

“I never thought about it like that- but if you’re the one to help me see them, then I’ll hold on to that forever.”

His voice was soft, sincere, wrapping you in warmth.

The moment lingered, your hearts dancing in the silence. Then, as if drawn together by an irresistible force, you both leaned in, your breaths mingling with the sweet fragrance of the nearby flowers. The world around melted away in that single heartbeat, and as you shared a kiss, everything felt perfect. His soft, rosy lips moving on yours, his kisses sweet like strawberries.

When you finally pulled away, both of you wore shy but triumphant smiles, your hearts in sync, blooming just like the flowers around you- fragile yet brimming with potential.

This is just pure teeth-rotting sweetness, I apologise I got carried away TwT

Hope you liked this drabble <3 I can create more multifandom content; remember, requests are always welcome!

I love you guys so much

El <3

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