#but no I really need to start writing down my dreams againđ
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I randomly decided to dig out my old dream diary and I'm literally howling with laughter right now about some of the stuff I wrote down theređđ So much mildly cursed but in hindsight also extremely hilarious stuffđđ
For context, I've been wanting to learn lucid dreaming for a long time (still can't do it unfortunately), and for a while during my teenage years I actually tried writing a dream diary to learn remembering my dreams more clearly (according to my notes I actually managed to even get a few semi-lucid dreams!). Most of these are from the first half of 2018, when I actually managed to write down my dreams consistently for a couple months, plus a few from 2019 and early 2020, in total about 20 dreams. I thought it might be funny to share some of the most hilarious, cursed or just really random moments from them:
I met with people that I either went to school with at the time or used to go to school with before, and we had to participate in various competitions or challenges, usually it was either something absurdly dangerous and cruel or something extremely embarrassing. That sort of stuff occurred in multiple dreams, like one time we were in the sports hall of my old primary school and had to kill each other with spears, another time me and some classmates were participating in a challenge of some random YouTuber and had to jump from a really high tower into a bath tub (which had no water in it but a trampoline).
We had to present our short film projects in English class (this is something we actually did in real life), and one group did a retelling of "The Lion King" where Timon died at the finale and that was just how the film ended. Also General Burkhalter from Hogan's Heroes was there as a film critic. He liked that ending even though most other people were just really confused about it.
I met Heinrich Himmler and Reinhard Heydrich on a Christmas market and they were a gay couple and I took stupid selfies with them (what the fuck). In another dream Himmler was together with Joseph Goebbels instead, but before I woke up they told me it was actually just a prank and when I looked at the date it was suddenly April Fool's Day.
On my 15th birthday (in real life) I dreamed that it was summer and Christmas at the same time. (I live in the northern hemisphere so that doesn't happen here. Also my birthday is obviously not at Christmas.)
So. Many. Dreams. About. Thrawn. I swear about half of all the dreams I wrote down were just about me being in love with Thrawn and trying to get together with him, the nonsense level of the surrounding scenarios usually varying. There are too many to explain them all, but one of my favourite quote from one of the diary entries is probably "Thrawn and I had an ugly child", it's just so blunt and randomđ In another dream Thrawn randomly had a beard and I lowkey hated it, and in another he turned out to just be a human guy with make-up and I was super disappointed when I woke up.
A bunch of doctors and scientists were investigating our garden pond and randomly found the corpse of a blue-haired girl, but they weren't interested in her at all and just threw her onto our compost heapđ
I was Tony Stark's adoptive daughter (no idea why, I'm not even in the Marvel fandom) and when someone broke into our house to steal his inventions, I tried fighting the guy off and we had a duel with using a pot and a frying pan as weapons. He was arrested and we went eating tacos to celebrate.
Not gonna lie reading through all this madness actually makes me want to start writing a dream diary againđ Like, even if I still don't learn lucid dreaming, at least I'll have something to laugh about again in a few years xD
#my top 3 recurring topics were apparently Thrawn; weird challenges with people from my school and gay nazis. truly amazingđđ#I assume I watched a lot of both Star Wars and history documentaries at the time but still. my 14 year old self surely had an imagination#there were also some dreams involving my real life crush from school at the time but those aren't that interesting from today's perspective#but I also think that the Himmler x Heydrich dream originated from some mildly cursed comic that I found when I was like 13 or 14#I don't even know how but you know how the internet isđ€·I'm not sure if this is something I could've come up with myself#(like the comic itself wasn't even that cursed; the story was basically a romcom with lots of back and forth and just random stuff#and the artstyle from what I remember was even kinda cute. but like also why is there what's basically a fanfiction of these people#at least it's good to know that they themselves wouldn't approve of it and the artist was probably just doing this to make fun of them)#(I still read the whole thing but more in a 'haha why the fuck does this exist' kinda way but also once I started I had to know the ending)#but I laughed so hard because I didn't remember AT ALL that this also caused me to have a dream about them at some point#like you would think that maybe something that cursed is in some way memorable. but I just - forgot about it#but no I really need to start writing down my dreams againđ#dream diary#selnia talks
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â âdreamlike.â || jang wonyoung x reader fic.
â with your forbidden thoughts and feelings plaguing your head, you failed to do the deed with your crush on a date. and so your stepsister gives you a taste of what you've been craving...
word count: 14.6k.
dynamic: dom!stepsister!jang wonyoung x sub!inexperienced!reader.
content warnings: stepcest, masturbation, mirror sex, unnie kink, praise kink, fingering, edging, voyeurism, exhibitionism (mildly).
requested? : yes!
âŒïž: this fic features ryujin of itzy as the reader's (second?) love interest!
a/n: i am so glad to tick this off my req checklist omg đđđ apologies to the anon who requested this months ago, this is for you! from pupyuj many months later đđ i really didn't think i would write over 10k words since i predicted that i would only be writing 7k but i present you guys this big ass meal, i guess... đ sorry in advance for this long read but I REALLY HOPE THIS WAS AT LEAST FUN TO READ FOR YA'LL! expect the other requests to come soon đ
for as long as youâve known your step sister, which would be two years now, all she has done for you are good things. she helps you around the house, was quick to befriend you and get you comfortable around her father (your stepdad) and herself, made the effort to get along with your mother, and has treated you like family way more than some other immediate blood relatives of yours did. there was no doubt that you couldnât ask for a better older sister than jang wonyoung, and she continues to prove that the more she hangs out with you!
wonyoung has done a lot of favors for youâsome you didnât even ask for. she didnât have to make so much time in her schedule just to show you around the city after you and your mother officially moved in with her and her father, but she did. she didnât have to become your personal campus tour guide when you enrolled at your new college (that she also attended), but she did. she didnât have to throw a surprise birthday party for you in your first year of being sisters, but she did! you like to tell wonyoung that you would love to give back to everything she has done for you, but she always told you that it wasnât necessary because she was just fulfilling her role as your older sister.
and today, you just so happen to need her god-given older sister wisdom and guidance⊠for a cute date! as soon as your crush turned a corner after youâve agreed to have her take you out on a date in the coming weekend, you immediately turned around and pulled out your phone, texting your reliable older sister.
sliding your phone inside one of your pockets, you started leaving the building with a skip in your step. the hallways were silent with only muffled chatter and the thought of shin ryujin accompanying you on your way out. you blushed as you remembered her vibrant smile when you said âyesâ to her date proposalâit looked like she had been nervous before she asked you and was very relieved that you didnât turn her down. but in what world would you have rejected her, anyway? she was your dream girl! and ever since your first date together, which was only three weeks ago, you have been wanting to see her again.
the two of you have only been texting and chatting in the halls regularly but being in different programs made it hard for either of you to make time. not to mention the nerves! you had no idea if ryujin wanted to go on a date with you again even when you knew full well that she enjoyed her last one with you. it was wonyoung who cleared you of your doubts and worries, told you that if ryujin wasnât stupid she would absolutely want to be with you, and she was even the one who gave you good advice on how to initiate something she calls âthe first-date skinshipâ! it was only wonyoungâs natural big-sister-instinct to want to help you with your second date, and you really couldnât have asked for a better guide!
arriving at the parking lot, you spotted wonyoung in the sea of cars, leaning on her own sleek, cherry red chevy as she reapplied some gloss on her plump lips. you noticed that she was strangely glammed up on a tuesday where you knew her classes were fairly boring and totally not worth all the effort of looking decent, let alone fabulous. she must have plansâbesides taking you out shopping, that is. she spots you once you were halfway across the lot, and her smile lights up the entire area, in your eyes anyway.Â
you happily walked faster until you were right in front of her, âhi, unnie!â you greeted with a sweet smile that she returned with a pinch of your cheek.
âhey there, lovergirl. you look so happy! itâs cute,â wonyoung spots how your cheeks flushed. surely enough she now knows about how you kept thinking about ryujin on the walk towards this place, and speaking of the devil, she followed your gaze to the car a few spots away from her own, where ryujin and a few of her best friends were standing and chatting comfortably around in. as if she sensed that someone was staring at her, ryujin turns her head and locks eyes with you. you froze up, both embarrassed and terrified that you were caught practically drooling over your crush by⊠your crush! it was only when wonyoung subtly nudged you that you managed to give ryujin a shy wave, which the latter returned just as shyly and got teased by her friends for it. âoh wow, you two are so into each other.â wonyoung laughed as you turned away from ryujin with burning hot cheeks.
âiâm happy i trusted you and didnât let my preconceived notions of her stop you from going on that first date. she seems like a good egg. now, anyway.â wonyoung says as she subtly studies ryujin. a once drop-out, repeater of classes, and a reputation for being the token âplayerâ of her little group⊠wonyoung had all the right to doubt ryujin when you first told her that you had a crush on her. it didnât help that ryujin looked the part of a player too! even wonyoung herself thought that little smirk of hers was quite charming, but after hearing all of the things you said about ryujin and how she treated you so kindly⊠well, wonyoung had to give her a chance!
and clearly, shin ryujin did not disappoint.
âif this second date goes well, iâll properly introduce you both. if youâd like! it doesnât look like it but you guys have similar interests and i think youâll get along well.â you said, immediately getting reminded of how much you talked about your perfect wonyoung-unnie to ryujin on that first date. thinking about it now was embarrassing, but it made your heart skip a beat when you remember how ryujin didnât seem to mind anything âstrangeâ that you did. she just looked happy to be hanging out with you! oh, you could fall in love, really.
âwhoa there, maybe save the introductions when youâve been dating for at least two months.â wonyoung teased, smiling widely at how you just ducked into the passenger seat to avoid eye contact with her. wonyoung sits herself down in the driverâs seat, more than happy to let you hog the speakers with your music while she checks herself one last time in her mirrors.
âah, do you have a date, unnie?â you asked, your eyes carefully studying your step sisterâs every facial feature. in your eyes, jang wonyoung was the definition of âflawlessâ. perfect face, perfect body, perfect personality, perfect heart, perfect lips⊠sometimes you envied her, but every time you voiced out some of your insecurities to her, she would tell you to be quiet and that youâre perfect in her eyes. you appreciated her greatly because of that and she has increased your confidence in every aspect of yourself! add âperfect older sisterâ in that list.
âoh, god no,â wonyoung says as she slowly pulls out of her spot. she waves at a couple students that were walking by, and you even spot some who waved at you as well. you returned their greetings with a sweet smile before wonyoung completely drove away from the parking lot, but she of course gave you some sweet seconds to wave at ryujin again before speeding off laughing. âwhy? did you think i would take you shopping not looking decent?â she asked.
âif your âdecentâ looks like a pageant entry, then iâm afraid to find out what mine is.â you grumbled. it was almost an unhealthy habit of yours to nitpick your appearance, but wonyoung was quick to make all of that go away.
âyours is winning the pageant in question, of course.â wonyoung said. her words laced with nothing but sincerity, it made you smile.
âi appreciate the lie, unnie.â you replied, laughing.
wonyoung whines, âi donât lie, (y/n)-ah. you know this!â
the ride to the nearest outlet mall was filled with casual chatter and laughs. you tried to convince wonyoung to go to a less⊠well, expensive mall but she insisted that it was the perfect time to spend her allowance! and then you begged her not to spend her money on you, and she blissfully ignored you. ever the doting one she is. the entire time you sat on that passenger seat, you were fixing your makeup using the little mirror in the visor, grumbling when you noticed how âoffâ you looked with how your makeup had worn off throughout the day. and so you get to âfixingâ your appearance, but not before noticing that wonyoungâs eyes kept drifting from the road to you.
âwhat, unnie?â
you hear wonyoung hum, ânothing. you know you donât need too much of that, rightâŠ? youâre so pretty.â
âiâm not about to go into a mall for rich kids with my gorgeous older sister looking like i just woke up from hibernation.â you joked, giggling when wonyoung scoffs and shakes her head.
âtrust me. youâre more beautiful than you think.â wonyoung pinches your cheek and before you could deny or say anything back, she speeds off into the highway, giving you no choice but to sit back and relax. you already knew that wonyoung was going to be the one to dress you up for the entirety of this little outing so you didnât waste your brainpower trying to think of any outfits to put together. instead, you opted to stare at the clouds with ryujin in your head, accompanied by a lovesick smile on your face which was made worse because of the romantic songs playing through the speakers.
once you arrived at the outlet mall, wonyoung wasted no time and took you by the hand before tugging you towards clothing stores that had prices worth more than you think they deserve for being merely⊠well, clothing.
âu-unnie, this is way too expensive for a skirt! please, i do not need this!â you said after nearly fainting looking at the price tag of a cute, frilly black skirt that wonyoung picked out for you.
âi told you already: donât worry about it. and less talking, more looking!â wonyoung puts the skirt in a bag, moving on to a rack of some if the prettiest blouses you have ever seen. from the colors to the materialâit was all very rich, and you havenât even included the prices there!
âso! what kind of outfit would you like to wear for this date? preppy? cutesy? maybe even sexy?â wonyoung teased with a smirk. you blushed madly at the suggestion, looking away to hide your cheeks as well as your burning ears. âaww, baby, you think about ryujin in that way? how adorable!â wonyoung laughs.
âhave you seen her in the engineering building? sheâs so attractive when sheâs all serious and focusedâŠâ you said with a dreamy sigh. you developed the peculiar habit of taking a long stroll around the campus whenever you had spare time and you just so happened to always walk by ryujinâs classroom on your routes. once in a while youâd see herânose glued to her notebook or listening to the lecture with great focus⊠and it really was sexy of her! and now hereâs a fun fact: the two of you actually met on one of your first walks around the campus, where you got lost in the engineering building and ryujin had been conveniently running late to class.
you asked her for directions but she insisted that she escort you back to your own lecture hall, and the rest, as they say, is history! every time you think about it, butterflies invade your stomach and turn you into a blushing mess.
âcome on, try some of these on.â wonyoung leads you to a lavish (and huge) dressing room that looks like a monster made of pink goo puked all over it. nevertheless, wonyoung takes a seat in one of the puffy, pretty ridiculously pink armchairs and nods at the privacy screen, expecting you to put on a whole fashion show for her. you felt intimidated by wonyoung, but not the kind where you would tuck your tail in between your legs and hide like you usually did with other people that mildly scared you. this kind of intimidation just made you want to impress herâmake her proud, almost.
and what would you be if you were not a people-pleaser?!
so you hid behind the privacy screen and stared at the four pretty outfits that wonyoung had arranged for you; they were all pastel-colored outfits. you didnât have a problem, of course, but you did wonder if you could ever pull it off as flawlessly as wonyoung did. on your last date with ryujin, you wore a sundress embroidered with flowers, petals, and leaves along with a cute hat, one of wonyoungâs expensive purses, and bejeweled mary janesâthe outfit made ryujin unable to make eye contact with you for ten minutes until she finally got the courage to tell you how pretty you looked. adorable, but what if she doesnât think the same on this second date?
shaking your head, you decided to trust your sister.
the mini fashion show was enlightening! seeing wonyoungâs face light up with amusement and joy every time you walked out of the privacy screen with a shy look on your face made you a bit less embarrassed of yourself. wonyoung would sometimes ask you to do a little twirl for her and would giggle sweetly at you when you do what she says even though your face was beet red. regardless of how you felt bashful about being your older step sisterâs living doll, you enjoyed everything. you ended up picking an outfit that you really liked too!
âthere are ways we can make this look a hundred times better!â wonyoung says, approaching you with a smile on her face. she gets real close to you, making you freeze on your spot and stare at her right in the eyes like a deer caught in headlights. her perfume was so sweet, voice so smooth as if it was made of silk, lips so full, plump, and pink that it was alluring. your breath catches in your throat when wonyoung lifts her hands slightly, undoing the ribbon of your blouse and then tying it back againâprettier this time. you couldnât help your wandering eyes; you stared at her lips for too long! you hoped to the gods above that she didnât notice.
(she did.)
âiâll teach you how to tie your ribbon all cute when itâs date day. oh, and also raise this up a bit,â wonyoung lowers her hand, tucking both her thumbs underneath the waistband of your skirt and pulling your skirt up a bit. you donât know what kind of sound nearly left your mouth when her cold fingers touched your warm skin but you were so fucking glad that it never came out. âfor easier access.â wonyoung whispers with a suggestive wink.
you blushed wildly, âoh, unnie! ryujinâs the sweetest gentlewoman, please donât put that in my head.â you promptly moved away from wonyoung, opting to stand in front of the full body mirror instead to observe your appearance. with a little bit of light makeup and some accessories, youâd look really cute. you were glad wonyoung was here to offer her expertise, or else you wouldâve been panicking trying to find a decent outfit the night before the big day. both you and wonyoung ogle over your adorable outfit before you go back to wearing your regular clothes, realizing that you might like shopping and scourging for outfits more than you thought.
at the cash register, you still insisted on at least paying for half of the payments required for the outfit but wonyoung refused again. âkeep this up and iâm going to have to lock your cards myself just to make it stick to you that i want to pay for everything.â wonyoung then pinches your nose and happily slips the receipt into the paper bag before gingerly walking out of the store with you following close behind. at least she allowed you to carry the bag, but that was only because she wanted to loop her arm around yours and tug you everywhere.
for the rest of your time at that outlet mall, you spent most of it window shopping and trying to stop wonyoung from buying you pricey things that you did not ask for. you managed to prevent her from getting you a shiny watch, some sleek heels, and fancy pieces of clothing that were too rich for your little closet, but you couldnât say no to her when she brought up the wonderful idea of getting matching bracelets. wonyoungâs joy was contagious; it made you so happy to see her smile when you allowed her to put the bracelet on you. it was just another great day of hanging out with her, but the fun didnât stop there!
âso, tonight! you, me, in my room, a pint of ice cream, iconic romcoms, and planning out your second date. sound good?â wonyoung asks once she had her car parked on the driveway. you nodded eagerly, taking a bite out of the donut in your hand before tidying yourself up. wonyoung wipes a filling off the top of your lips and licks it off her thumb, chuckling lightly at your bewildered expression before exiting her car. you blinked, and asked yourself just why did you think it was so⊠âhotâ of her to do that? shaking your head, you followed after your step sister, closing the car door gently and jogging up to the front porch of the jang family mansion.
the mansion was as posh and lavish as one would expect from the jangs; from the fine pieces of paintings, sculptures, and figures scattered all over the house to the intricately-detailed wallpapers and the expensive furniture. it was way too big for one family of four, three dramatic cats, and two live-in housekeepers but it was home.
âhi, unnies!â wonyoung excitedly greets the chipper housekeepers, giving them hugs and kisses. you stood idly behind them all, waiting as wonyoung chatted with them. âmmh⊠that smells really good. but why are you guys cooking a bit early tonight?â wonyoung asked.
âah, sir jang or madam (l/n) hasnât mentioned it yet?â the older one of the housekeepers, sunhee, said. you and wonyoung exchanged a quick look with each other, making you grab your phone just to take a quick peek to confirm that no, neither your stepfather or mother have texted you about any interesting event thatâs supposed to occur tonight. âboth of them are inviting some friends of theirs over for dinner. and theyâre expecting you youngâuns to join them!â
your smile drops slightly. not because you didnât want to join the big dinner but because your little plan with wonyoung might have to be canceled depending on how long the dinner would be. seeing this, the younger housekeeper, norae, was quick to try and lift your spirits back up. âiâm sure itâs not anything too serious! nothing to be concerned about.â she smiles kindly at you and relief was evident in her face when you smile back, warm from the reassurance. afterwards, sunhee decided to go back to the kitchen but norae insisted on helping you and wonyoung with your bags.
âone day iâm going drag you and sunhee-unnie along to my bi-weekly shopping sprees. itâll be so fun.â wonyoung tells norae as the three of you struggled climbing the staircases with shopping bags in your hands. while the two older girls get lost in their conversation, you feel your phone buzz in your pocket and your heart jumps at the thought of it being ryujin. she did tell you that she would tell you more about the date she has planned so you wouldnât be too nervous about it. how considerate of her! you paused on top of the staircases to look at your phone, and you were correct!â
âcome on, lover girl, donât fall off the stairs,â wonyoung teased, her head peeking out from the corner of the hallway. âsorry, unnie. she has another hot date this weekend so sheâs a bit⊠distracted.â wonyoung winks at the young housekeeper before laughing at how you blushed at her statement. shoving your phone in your pocket, you grabbed your bags and made a beeline towards your room, ignoring wonyoungâs giggles and noraeâs calls for details. you thanked norae for her help with your bags before bidding your older sister a short goodbyeâyou had a âformalâ dinner to get ready for! and you wanted to see if you can glam yourself up without wonyoungâs help this time.
however, instead of going straight into the showers like you intended to, you decided to crash right onto your bed! ryujin didnât seem to be camping in your messages anymore, possibly occupied with something. a shame since you wanted to chat with her just to know more about her so you wouldnât be a total bore to talk to on your second date with her. beyond the cool girl persona, there was a not-so-hidden softness in ryujin that she doesnât really allow just anyone to see and maybe it was her infatuation with you, but you were one of those people that she let see her adorable side.
for example! once in a while you would find three daisies taped to your locker with a small sticky note that had only a cute heart and âryuâ signed at the bottom of the paper. on one of those days where ryujin pulled that stunt, wonyoung had been with you and you got such a big teasing from her that you had to pretend that the cute gesture didnât affect you as much. every time ryujin gave you daisies you always made sure to take them home and appreciate them a little more before their time was up, and because of ryujin, you found yourself liking the flower so much that even your phone case was designed with daisies.
you hadnât been able to get the look of awe in ryujinâs face when she noticed your new and shiny daisy phone case one day and you swore that when her face lit up with a bright smile, you had fallen in love.
you turned to your side and started scrolling through ryujinâs instagram page. youâve probably seen every post at this point but you would never get tired of seeing her face⊠plus her pictures were pretty cool, okay?! you wondered who took themâmaybe chaeryeong? you always knew they were pretty close, almost like sisters. as you scrolled through your crushâs feed, it started to get⊠warm. shin ryujin was simply too handsome for her own good; who could blame you for staring obsessively at a certain pic that you liked for so long that you didn't even notice your own hand slipping underneath the waistband of your pants and feeling your own clothed core?
rubbing the fabric of your underwear against your clit, you whimpered and pressed your face against your pillows as a means to suppress your noises. it would be a nightmare if anybody in the house hears you. they may not tease you as it would be embarrassing for everybody, but just the thought of the kind housekeepers and your very own step sister hearing you like this⊠well, it makes you want to pack your bags and move out. and so you bit the pillowcase and sighed blissfully at the pleasure, sliding your fingers past your underwear and squirming at the contact made with your bare clit. you were doing well for a while with only soft whimpers, heavy breathing, and sharp intakes of breath leaving your mouth, although every time you pressed on your clit too hard a slightly louder whine would slip out and you would have to bite harder.
you started to think about the possibility of your second date ending a bit⊠differently compared to your first one. what if instead of a sweet kiss on the cheek after ryujin drops you off to the gates of the mansion, youâd be underneath her? a helpless, moaning mess on her bed as she feasts herself on your cunt with her adorable eyes latched onto yours and calling you all the names you like and singing your praises? the thought makes a shiver run down your spine, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body even though you were doing the bare minimum at the moment.
you blame wonyoung for all of this. it was all innocent until she brought up the idea of you potentially dressing sexy for ryujin on your date. now fucking with her was all you can think about. feeling her skin against yours, her hands on you, her lips kissing you until every inch of your skin was covered with her marks, and to feel her own core in your handâŠ
âmmhn⊠god, wonyoung-unnieâŠâ
your eyes snap open and all of your movements halted.
wonyoung? your step sister that was right across the door of your own room?
oh, god. you feel sick.
out of all the days you had to acknowledge these forbidden and super fucking weird underlying attraction you had for wonyoung, it had to be todayâdays away from your dream date with your crush. you canât even defend yourself by saying that ânobody can blame you for being attracted to an admittedly attractive womanâ when the woman in question is your family! you felt disgusted with yourself, and the desire to catapult yourself out of your window only becomes stronger when you imagined wonyoungâs disappointed face in your head. she was scolding you⊠and it turned you on to an immense degree.
fuckfuckfuck, no!! bad (y/n)!!
immediately, you cleaned up your hand and did everything in your power to forget about what just happened. absolutely no one can know that you had pictured yourself getting intimate with wonyoung and that you moaned her name out loud while you were touching yourself!Â
after choosing a decent outfit for the dinner, you headed straight into the bathroom to have a nice, long shower that you hoped would wash away all the thoughts you had in your head about ryujin, the date, and most importantly, wonyoung.
you donât know why it was so hard for you to make your way down the stairs after you have been called to do so by your mother⊠until you were met with your step sisterâs back at the bottom of the stairs. wonyoung had been waiting for you, refusing to enter the dining area without you (since she knew that if she leaves you to yourself, you would walk into the area with cold hands and shaking legs. and she knew you wouldnât let yourself live that down). thankfully, as mentioned before, her back was turned to you so she wasnât aware of your presence yet. and then you found yourself torn in between two paths: act like you didnât âaccidentallyâ masturbate to the thought of her and that your life is merry and happy, or completely avoid interacting with her throughout the night.
the second option was a death trap, of course. knowing wonyoung, she wouldnât let up until you spat out what was bothering you. especially if it involved herself. so you crossed that out immediately and found yourself in great peril. unfortunately, you didnât have the luxury to practice your fake smiles and faux enthusiasm as wonyoung took a glance behind herself and finally saw you, flashing you a radiant smile before beckoning you over.
when you reach the last step, wonyoung loops her arm around yours and pulls you close, âwhat took you so long? and why do you look so scared?â she asked, chuckling at your peculiar state.
it totally wasnât because of the alluring perfume that she was wearing and how her glossy, red lips were so inviting.
âunnie, you know i-iâm not good with people⊠especially mom and mr. jangâs friends. they always have such high expectationsâŠâ you muttered, opting to look at the lively dining area just to avoid wonyoungâs stare.
âexpectations that you donât have any problem meeting already because youâre amazing. stop downplaying yourself, (y/n)-ah. iâm gonna get really angry.â wonyoung pinched your cheek and laughed at how you scrunched up your face in pain. unexpectedly, wonyoung dives right in and gives you a kiss on the cheek that she pinched, making you stiffen on the spot.
âoh, crap,â wonyoung notices that she left a barely faint kiss mark on your cheek. âfree blush for you, i guess?â wonyoung says as she wipes away the lipstick gently. you were hoping that she would just ignore how you have completely gone non-verbal because of her actions. and god forbid, she notices how youâve clenched your thighs together in an attempt to stop that feeling in your core from getting stronger. this was so, so wrong.
âcome on, now. itâs only mr. and mrs. naoi with mrs. ahn and mrs. kimâweâve met them before and weâre schoolmates with their kids, remember?â wonyoung starts tugging you towards the dining table where your mother and stepfather as well as their friends have already settled down while norae and sunhee present the food they have cooked at the table. you hear the adults laughing about mr. ahn and mr. kimâs absence before their conversation was cut short due to your and wonyoungâs appearance. you felt small under the gazes of the accomplished people in the room, with your mother being one of them no less, until you feel wonyoungâs hand touch the back of your waist for support.
âgood evening.â the two of you said at the same time, greeting the other adults with a sweet smile before giving your parents hugs and kisses on the cheeks. you were sitting in between your mother and wonyoung, facing the gentleness and warmth of mrs. kim who sat across from you. with a few more greetings exchanged and a brief âthank youâ to the housekeepers, the dinner officially started.
it turns out that you didnât have much to worry about. it was mostly the parents that talked about their businesses and some anecdotes that happened in their respective workplaces, sometimes they asked about wonyoungâs studies, about your studies, and your love lives. both you and wonyoung denied being in a relationship even though you knew how glaringly obvious it was that you had been thinking about a certain engineering student. both your stepfather and mother exchanged a knowing glance upon seeing your red earsâyou had told them about ryujin just a few days before you went on that first date with her, and from the looks of it, they seemed fine with you seeing people and going on dates.
it was mostly wonyoung that they all talked to, being the older between you two and they knew her better than they did you. it was fascinating to watch how wonyoung seemed to fit right in; she spoke with so much confidence that it intimidated you. at least you got to hear about her mysterious biological older sister. the one you havenât exactly met yet if you donât count seeing her in pictures and having to briefly wave at her through wonyoungâs phone screen when they had been video calling one time. you were more than content to just sit there and eat your food along with occasionally acknowledging and chatting a little bit when you were being talked to. even that proved to be a challenge.
especially when wonyoungâs piercing gaze made your hair stand on end, but you canât think about that for too long or else youâll malfunction where you sat.
when the dinner finished and your mother and stepfather have gone outside to send their friends home, you and wonyoung decided to help the housekeepers collect the dishes. you both insisted that you helped them wash it and clean up the entire dining area in general but they refused, saying that itâs already pretty late in the evening and that the two of you should just head to bed. you wanted to persist, but wonyoung takes a hold of your arm and starts tugging you towards the staircases. god, after you did what you did earlier, you really thought that you shouldnât be alone with her at all. who knows what you might say? what you might do?
the two of you climbed up the staircases in silence. every step weighed heavily in your heart, and seeing the wide smile on wonyoungâs face, thinking that she was going to have another fun night hanging out with her only younger sister, broke you even more. you just had to utter her name that time, didnât you?
it wasnât until you had stopped in front of wonyoungâs bedroom door that you finally decided to speak. âu-um, unnie⊠shopping kind of wore me out earlier so i think iâm going to have to skip movie night,â you said these words while looking elsewhere, not having it in yourself to try to look at wonyoung in the eyes and lie to her face. âiâm sorry. i know you were looking forward to it.â
wonyoung wasnât stupid. you knew that she knew something was truly wrong and that you werenât planning on telling her about it anytime soon, but of course, it would be quite intrusive of her to push you into telling her everything, so she doesnât question you. wonyoung merely caresses your hair and pats your back softly, âitâs okay, (y/n)-ah. we can do it some other time.â she said. you didnât like how sure she sounded, because you knew that if wonyoung were to ask to have some time alone with you in the foreseeable future, you would have to decline.
when you parted ways with her and she finally disappeared behind her door, you stared at your own for a quick minute, immediately regretting your decisions but finding it useless to take it all back. what were you going to do? tell wonyoung that you were only momentarily freaked out because you touched yourself to the thought of her? no. it was much, much better to live with the intent to carry that secret to your grave than facing it.
you went to bed with unsettling feelings bubbling from the pit of your stomach that night and unbeknownst to you, your mistake was going to be much, much harder to forget.
it really hurts you to continuously avoid wonyoung for days on end. it was always terrible when it was daytime considering sheâs driving you to school everyday. she would put on her music and try to start conversations with you, only for you to abruptly end it with mere hums, nods, and short answers. you couldnât look at her when you have been struggling to get that pretty face of hers out of your head for daysâat night, in your dreams and in the morning, when you make the mistake of spacing out and have the same image of wonyoung seducing you. many times at night, you woke up from a wet dream wherein wonyoung had been going down on you and you found your hand shoved inside your soaked panties. and that night, you let out a scream that alerted your step sister herself.
wonyoung had rushed to knock on your door thinking that you were in danger or something, and you had to try your very hardest to cover up that wet spot on your shorts while you reassured her that you just had a ânightmareâ. she looked like she wanted to talk to you more, perhaps suggest that you sleep with her so she can spoon you like she had done so a few times before when you actually did have nightmares. but you made sure to talk to her for no more than five minutes before you bid her goodnight again and close the door on her face. that night, you actually sobbed quietly into your pillow. you were so horrible to her for no reason, and you hated yourself for it.
wonyoung had learned how to hide unnecessary emotions from showing up on her face as a means to avoid being too much of an open book to strangers, but you have learned to catch every little thing wonyoung does so it was easy for you to see through that veil of hers. this time around, however, it was a curse. every time you came up with some excuse to do things alone, you would see a flash of hurt in wonyoungâs eyes before she covered it up behind an understanding smile. she had gotten used to your rejection to the point that sometimes she doesnât even bother to ask you to hang out anymore, and this morning she barely acknowledged you.
when you made your way towards your room to get yourself washed up, wonyoung had just come out of her own room clad in her running gear. you hated how attractive she looked wearing it all, but what you hated more was how wonyoung completely walked past you without a word, a smile, or even a glance⊠and yet she was wearing her pair of your matching bracelets. a familiar lump was stuck in your throat for a few minutes while you paced around your room trying to calm yourself, but you were able to get it together when you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. ryujin had texted you, reminding you that she will pick you up from the mansion and so you shouldnât bother taking a cab to your meeting place.
yes, it was the day and yet ryujin was somehow the last thing on your mind.
with a deep exhale, you decided that you were going to enjoy this day to the fullest and think about what to do with the mess youâve created later. there has been a cloud stuck to your head for days now, and while that was mostly your fault, you still deserved a good day filled with butterflies in your stomach and cupid arrows shooting through your heart. with that in mind, you took the first relaxing shower youâve had after days of being dramatic and moping while water rained down on your sad face. the date was hours away, so you had time to have fun playing dress up in your room. (although there weren't a lot of outfits to choose from thanks to your amateur sense of fashion.)
perhaps you had a bit too much fun ogling over your jewelry since you now only had an exact hour to get yourself dolled up before your princess charming pulls up at the gates. getting dressed up and prepared for the date was disheartening because you knew wonyoung wouldâve loved to help you like she had done before, and judging by the fact that she hasnât returned from her run yet, she was most likely avoiding seeing you leave without her sending you off personally. while this realization might have haunted you to the point that your heart feels hollow as a wave of regret washes over you, you simply had no time to dwell on it even further.
like you decided earlier: date first, problems later. especially when the date in question was apparently waiting at the gates for five minutes while you were busy picking out earrings that complement your outfit. you grabbed your purse and headed out of your bedroom with your heart racing from excitement. norae was sweeping the hallways in the upstairs area and she gave you two thumb-ups while you waved goodbye at herâyou made sure to tell her all about it when you finally had time. your mother and stepfather were out on a quick grocery run with sunhee so they were nowhere to be found, which was a win to you because you knew that all three of them would just tease the hell out of you if they saw how giddy you looked.
but then, as you approached the front door, you saw wonyoung taking her shoes off and putting them aside. you watched intently as she took her thin jacket off and revealed her sports bra, which turned out to be the only thing she was wearing underneath. fuck, really? now?! shaking your head, you headed for the door with your head down.
âhave fun, (y/n)-ah.â
well, you didnât expect that.
you stopped in your tracks, turning your head to look your sister in the eye for the first time in a long while. wonyoung didnât avoid you this time, even going as far as giving you a soft smile. you couldnât stop yourselfâyou hugged wonyoung tightly, not even caring that she was a bit damp from sweat. feeling her wrap her long arms around your waist and pull you close was the fullest your heart has been these past few days and when you leaned back to stare at her adoring face, you donât hide how you were staring at her lips. always so appealing, tempting you to do something so unimaginable. and it seems like wonyoung had the same idea, tightening her hold around your waist with one of her hands resting far down your lower back. it even looks like she already had her head tilted, nervous eyes flickering back and forth between your lips and your gaze.
no. not now. much to wonyoungâs (and your own) dismay, you pulled away from her embrace. âiâll see you later, unnie. i promise.â you said before swiftly opening the front door and leaving. wonyoungâs scent lingers before it is completely washed away by the smell of nature, reminding you that you had a cute date to worry about for now.
ryujin waits outside of her gray top-down car, holding a singular red rose in her hand while she paced back and forth nervously. smiling, you opened up the gates while she was busy mumbling some kind of mantra to herself, greatly startling her. normally, ryujin would be embarrassed but you laughed so cutely that she had to suck it up, opting to laugh herself before regaining composure. she looked handsome with her loose and silky dark blue button-up shirt while a pair of chic sunglasses pushed the front of her hair backâthe look made your heart skip a beat.
âyou look beautiful, (y/n),â ryujin extends her arm and hands you the rose which you gratefully accept with a shy smile. she then opens the door of the passenger seat, urging you to take a seat. âready to go?â
you suddenly felt brave. you closed the distance between the two of you and gave her a swift kiss on the cheek, âthank you, ryu.â you said before occupying the passenger seat. you were glad that it took ryujin a minute to settle down behind the wheel because if she had seen how hard you blushed⊠you wouldnât have looked as cool as you initially did! ryujin herself was blushing as well, and she couldnât resist a wide smile from appearing on her pretty face. well, that was definitely worth the risk.
âoh, here,â ryujin grabs a jacket from the backseat and lays it over your lap. âwouldnât want you to get cold now.â
from then on, you knew the date was going to be just as fantastic as the last one you had with her. and it really was! your first stop was an italian restaurant that you actually remember vaguely hearing about via overhearing wonyoung talking about wanting to eat there with her friends. you had a lovely time hearing ryujin talk about her studies, her friends, and the little moments in her daily life that she was willing to share, and the way she intently listened to you while you shared your own stories made your heart race. afterwards, ryujin tried to convince you to let her pay for all of the food but after seeing that you refused to back down, she ended up letting you share the bill with her.Â
the next stop was a quick-but-heartwarming stroll at a lively and colorful park that had the most beautiful arrangements of plants and flowers as well as gorgeous water fountains. ryujin moved on to talking about some funny encounters at her part-time jobâshe seemed to love it when you laughed with her and at her stories. it took some time, but ryujin eventually found the courage to hold your hand while you were mesmerized by a particularly ravishing flower bed. the two of you toured the rest of the park hand-in-hand, sharing shy glances for a while until ryujin laughed at the ridiculousness of it all and kept the conversations going. you hadnât heard about this wonderful park before so naturally you couldnât wait to tell wonyoung all about it!
and the final stop was a quaint local bakery where you ended up buying two whole boxes of pastries to take home to your family and housekeepers. you and ryujin continued sharing your experiences with the most random things over a cup of coffee, tea, and the most delicious delicacies youâve had in a long while. ryujin held your hand the entire time and her smile seemed brighter and wider, just like yours was. as you walked out of the bakery and towards the parking lot, the sun was well on its way down the horizon and there was a certain mood in the air⊠and a spark when you got the courage to look ryujin in the eyes.
there was the anticipation of a kiss⊠and something more.
then, you ask a question that you never would have thought to come out of your mouth ever, âw-would you⊠like to come over for a bit?â
ryujin was caught off guard by this and you wondered if those were the right set of words to say to her at the time, but it seems like she was more than eager to take up your offer. although, she does ask you a question with uncertainty and anxiousness, âwonât your family mind? i-i would hate to be a botherâŠâ
but oh, you were chasing after something and you wanted to grab it with your hands firmly. âno, no. they would love to have you over! e-especially wonyoung-unnie!â you insisted. you felt pathetic and desperate trying to convince her like this⊠but it works. ryujin agrees and the two of you get inside her car for a quite silent and admittedly awkward ride back to the jang mansion. you were expecting the worst of the teasing to come from your doting stepfather and playful mother. norae and sunhee would most likely just laugh in the background and as for wonyoung, she would be smiling triumphantly knowing that she was right all this time!
right about thinking of ryujin touching you, she was!
ryujin parks her car on the spot beside where wonyoungâs car was, making the process excruciatingly slow as she was probably nervous about meeting your family so quickly. you comforted her by taking her hand and gently leading her towards the front doors. you intertwine your fingers, giving her a smile to calm her nerves before pushing the door open. where you would usually find your parents lounging around this time was just an empty big couch. you didnât hear random laughs and chatter in the kitchen either, which means that wonyoung wasnât hanging out with the housekeepers to kill time. and the housekeepers themselves were nowhere to be found.Â
the mansion was completely empty. ryujin lets out a sigh of relief at the realization that not a single soul was present in the mansion and was a lot more comfortable going forward: making noises of approval and awe at the pieces of art around the house and the interior design as well as nodding as you tell her random facts about the mansion. eventually, the air was dead silent once again when you reached your bedroom. the two of you sit on the edge of your bed, quietly picking at the lint on your clothes and looking everywhere else but at each other.
this was a stupid idea, you thought. she probably didnât even want to go here⊠what was i thinking?!
but maybe it wasnât stupid! because when you find the courage to turn your head to look at ryujin, you find her already staring at you. her face accompanied with the expression of longing that youâve seen very clearly on your older step sister just this morning before you left the mansion for this date. before you process anything thoroughly, ryujin leans in for a kiss⊠and so do you.
ryujinâs lips tasted like caramel and caffeine, and with the faint remains of the cinnamon pastry that she snacked on earlier, it all created a distinguished flavor on your tongue that you desired to have more of. so you got brave: softly grabbing a fistful of ryujinâs shirt and pulling her closer to you as you backed up further in your bed until your back was against the headboard. ryujin couldnât resist her own urges as much as she tried to be a gentlewoman about this whole ordeal. not long after youâve gotten comfortable, ryujin attacks your neck while pulling on the ribbon on your blouse. her kisses were almost intoxicating, making you release unheard sounds from your mouth that you could tell she greatly enjoyed hearing when you felt her smirk against your skin.
with your blouse now loose and exposing your shoulders as well as a part of your upper chest area, ryujin was now free to mark you however and wherever she desired. whimpers leave your quivering lips as ryujin trailed feather-light kisses down your neck, and a pretty moan follows when she sucks on a certain spot that feels better than the rest. having been distracted by her work on your neck, you donât notice how she had a gentle grip on your thigh. that was until she slowly slid her hand up, all the way underneath your skirt until she could feel the fabric of your panties on her fingertips.
ryujin tugs on the material at the same time she leaves her first hickey on your neck, and you panic.
you promptly push her back, rendering both of you in temporary shock. you clumsily fixed your blouse, suddenly feeling way too exposed for your own good. a pang of guilt hits you in the chest when ryujin looks at you with widened eyes, âi-iâm sorry, (y/n). did i⊠was that too fast?â she asked, immediately putting some distance between the two of you just so you donât feel scared any further.
truthfully, it wasnât clear to you why exactly you stopped ryujin. but one thing was for sure: it felt⊠wrong. wrong for her to be the one to touch you. to kiss you. to even⊠like you. it was almost as if something in your head was telling you that she was the wrong person to pour all of your affection to. it scared you to think about the correct answer too much because you knew damn well what it was deep inside. you see ryujinâs mouth move as she frantically apologized and talked about how she didnât mean to make you uncomfortable but you donât hear any of itâyou were way too occupied with the thought of your wonyoung-unnie and how she might react to this event, and how you⊠needed her right now.
âs-s-should i⊠leave? iâm really sorry if i made the wrong call, iââ
âitâs okay, ryu⊠i justïżœïżœi donât know, i freaked out. iâm sorry.â
ryujin shakes her head profusely, âno, no, please. donât apologize for anything. i shouldâve known not to do that shit. i mean, itâs our second dateâgod, iâm so sorry.â when she crawled closer, you flinched⊠but you allowed her to comfort you. not a lot of words were shared between the two of you for a whole hour as you didnât find it in you to speak to ryujin again after embarrassing her like that. instead, you rested your head on her shoulder and wondered why, just why, out of all the people you wanted to be this close to you, you wanted it to be⊠wonyoung? from an outsiderâs perspective, being temporarily estranged from her for a week straight would be the quickest answer to that question, but you knew it wasnât the whole truth.
you wanted her. and while the mere idea of feeling so awfully attractive to her disgusted you to your core, you couldnât stop your heart from trying to take what it desires. but the real question was would you really be willing to commit to such a thing just to see a sign if wonyoung held a similar attraction towards you, or in order to keep a family after enduring so many years of living in a house divided, should you just shove everything under the rug and instead, forever become distant towards wonyoung?
after ryujin quite reluctantly and regrettably left the mansion and you found yourself sitting with your knees touching your chest on the carpeted floors of wonyoungâs bedroom, it doesnât take a genius to know that you found the answer to your myriad of questions from before. you nervously awaited wonyoungâs arrival; although her car was very much present in the driveway, you figured that she mustâve gone out with her friends or something considering she was nowhere to be found in any corner of the mansion at all. the entire place has been too quiet for your liking and on top of all that, you hated being alone inside such a big space.
before you sunk deeper into your personal pool of negative thoughts, the door slowly creaked open, revealing a casually-clothed wonyoung holding three large shopping bags with her phone against her ear. she doesnât notice you upon entering, way too engaged in the conversation with whoever was on the other line. you watched as she dropped the shopping bags to the side and throw her purse to the soft bean bag in the corner before she finally took a good look around the room and spotted your pitiful self all balled up on the floor looking like a kicked puppy. wonyoung was only momentarily surprised, sending a confused look your way before briefly saying goodbye to her friend on the phone.
âiâll call you back later, unnie. my little sister needs me,â wonyoung then ends the call and puts both of her hands on her hips, jokingly glaring at you. âwho said you could come in here as much as you please? especially after being so mean to me for the past week.â wonyoung was pouting, but she was quick to drop her act and laugh at herself. as upset as you were about how things went down with ryujin, you found herself giggling along with her. instead of asking you to stand up, wonyoung sits down right beside you.
you could feel her staring at you and deciphering your expression while your eyes were glued to your feet. you figured that she must have questions for you, and you did have things to say to her obviously but you didnât know where to start at all. do you start with ryujin? do you start with an apology? do you want to completely avoid deep conversations for now and ask where she had gone? you had no idea. luckily enough, you didnât have to make that decision.
âdid something happen with ryujin? you look troubled,â wonyoung said. her kind eyes refuse to leave your face, wondering just what mightâve disturbed you so greatly that you felt the need to run to her about it. she scoots closer to you and the way you tensed up slightly did not at all go unnoticed. wonyoung tilts her head inquisitively, notices the faint hickey that ryujin gave you, and her mood changes. âwhat did she do?â
you were to go on ryujinâs defense when you noticed the scary tone in her voice. âno, no. itâs nothing like that, unnie. itâs my fault, iâŠâ you sighed deeply, cringing at the exact memory you pushed ryujin away from you. âi messed up and we couldnât go through with⊠you know.â god, you sounded like a child and you hated it. it shouldnât have to be so hard telling someone you trust about how you ended your date horribly.
âwithâŠ? oh! you tried to⊠oh, wow.â wonyoung seemed to be in complete disbelief. she probably thought you were too much of a prude to even try to initiate sex with a girl you had a massive crush on. you groaned and hid your face in your hands as wonyoung processed your words, and it was then you decided that hey, you werenât completely innocent! hell, youâre not even a virgin, you should start there! but alas, you resorted to burying your face in your hands and groaning.
âi-itâs okay! what exactly happened?â wonyoung puts a hand on your shoulder for consolation.
âwe⊠i took her here because i didnât want us to separate just yet so we went into my room and⊠we kissed,â you remember how ryujinâs lips felt against your skin, how they tasted on your tongue but instead of feeling euphoric over it, there was almost a tinge of dismay that you associated with it. âi-it was getting a bit intense so we took it to the bed and⊠i donât know. i didnât⊠i didnât like it when she touched me. and itâs not like i was scared of her or anything like that⊠i justââ
looking at wonyoung, you found yourself at a loss of words. there is no way you can admit everything you have been thinking about to her. despite her suspicious actions and lingering stares towards you, she wasnât actually going to entertain such a disgusting act, right?
âhey, hey⊠donât beat yourself up over it. you were going to take a huge step! itâs normal to chicken out when it comes to things like that. but i didnât think it would take such a toll on you⊠come here,â wonyoung wraps her arms around your waist and pulls you close. in her embrace you start to relax a bit, although your heart is hammering against your ribcage and you refuse to hug her back. who knows what you might think of doing and where your hands might end up?! even when wonyoung was too close, you refused to move an inch. even when she rested her face in the crook of your neck and inhaled your scent. âdid she try pushing you to do it?â she asked. her breath tickled your neck. it took you everything in your power to not whimper.
ân-no⊠she backed off. i felt so bad, unnie⊠she thought it was her fault and she went home guilty because of me.â you said with a quivering voice. you didnât want to hurt ryujin like this. how could you even face her on campus and tell her that the reason you didnât let her touch you any further was because the thought of having sex with her made you feel like you were doing something wrong?
âno, no, ryujin is kind. sheâll understand once you give her a proper explanation about it all. you donât owe her one, of course, but if itâs bothering you this much then maybe it would help,â wonyoung leans her back, brushes your hair back and giggles slightly at how cute you looked pouting. âyouâll be okay, (y/n)-ah. letâs take your mind off of it, alright?â wonyoung kisses your forehead. at this point, you thought you were safe. as wonyoung leaned back on the side of her bed, you rested your head on her chest and allowed her to caress your side all she wanted. you were actually feeling much better about it all too!
and then wonyoung reaches into her skirt pocket and pulls out your pair of the matching bracelets you bought a week ago.
âyou dropped this in the hallway when we were taking all of our bags upstairs after we went shopping,â wonyoung smiles fondly at the bracelet before turning her head and looking at you. it was her usual âsweetheart smileâ that youâve come to know and love, but there was something sinister hiding behind her eyes that made you hold your breath for what she might say next. her hand felt cold against your skinâyou werenât even aware that she had slipped it underneath your shirt until now. âi was going to return it to you after i got all my stuff sorted out⊠but if my ears were working correctly that time⊠you were a bit busy.â
oh, fuck. she heard that?
as if she can read your mind, wonyoung nods. âmhm. i heard you. loud and clear,â a sadistic look takes over her expression as your blood runs cold. âi was right about you, (y/n)⊠i knew i wasnât going crazy with all those hints that you were dropping all this timeâŠâ you donât think wonyoung realizes how terrified you were at this moment. what was she going to say to you next? what was she going to do? and how the fuck were you going to explain everything to her? wonyoung takes your wrist and clasps the bracelet there before taking your chin in her hand and making you look up at her.
god, you mustâve looked pathetic. what with your eyes brimming with tears and the genuine fear they held in them. wonyoung doesnât seem too bothered by the fact that she caught her younger step sister masturbating to the thought of her yet, judging by how she looks quite flattered instead. something inside you was hoping that she would just let it pass as a little joke and forget about it. as long as you get to hear her tell you that you shouldnât think about things like that again, then you can move on peacefully and continue to be her lovely little sibling. but that⊠doesnât seem likely. not when wonyoung raises your hand to her lips and kisses your knuckles, then kisses your wrist just a few seconds longer before putting your palm against her cheek, smiling at you so sweetly.
âiâm so happy you feel the same way as i do,â wonyoung said. before you could even process what she just said in your head, wonyoung leans closer to you until your faces were merely inches apart. your breath catches on your throat at the lack of distance, making you flinch back a bit. âitâs because of me, right? you couldnât bring yourself to have sex with ryujin because you wanted me⊠donât you, baby?â wonyoung places her hands on either side of you so she would have you trapped. when you donât answer her quick enough, she tilts her head and gives you a kiss on the cheek⊠before her lips continue on kissing down your neck.
her kisses were pillow-soft. it was as if no matter how much she wanted you, she was still giving you room to completely push her away and run for your life. and you know what? you probably should. deep in your heart, you wanted to scurry away from her and lock yourself away from the world to completely forget that all of this even happened⊠but instead, you sat there. so awfully still that even wonyoung got frustrated by your lack of movement but regardless, she kissed you. she stops at the crook of your neck, nestling her face there for a moment. âyouâve always smelled so goodâŠâ she whispered.
wonyoung raises her head, finding herself chuckling lightly at how petrified you were. âdonât pretend to be so innocent. if you really gave a shit about all of thisâabout us being a âfamilyââyou wouldnât have shown your face here in the first place. you want this to happen⊠isnât that right?â
you knew she was right. and whatâs worse is that she knew she was right. thatâs why she didnât have a problem closing the distance and catching your lips with hers. if you werenât going to answer her questions, then she might as well make you use your mouth for something else! you feel wonyoung smile into the kiss when you start returning it. it makes you sick how good this all made you feel⊠but you quickly forget about all of that once wonyoung slips her tongue inside your mouth, eager to explore every crevice like she has wished to do for a while now.
wonyoung places a hand on your thigh, and every ounce of hesitation you had evaporates into nothing as you cup her cheeks with both hands, kissing her back. wonyoung moans and your heart skips a beat, even more so when she pulls you closer towards her until her back meets the side of her bed again. and once you were straddling her, wonyoung immediately pulled your shirt off. she even stops the kiss just to lean back and rake her eyes all over your body. you donât feel intimidated under her stare anymoreâall of those feelings of insecurity and self-consciousness have dissipated into nothing as soon as she kissed you. now you only wanted her⊠and luckily enough, wonyoung was planning on giving you just that and more.
âi thought about fucking you in that changing room, you know,â you feel one of wonyoungâs hands glide across your back slowly, only stopping to unclasp your bra and throw it away to the side. her cold hands grasp your tits, squeezing softly and pressing her thumbs down your erect nipples. you bite back a whimper. âi was so close⊠do you know how hard i fought against myself knowing you were naked and the only thing stopping me was that damn privacy screen? i think weâre both lucky that i had some sense of decency and didnât fuck you in a public space.â unconsciously, you rock your hips back and forth on her thigh, seeking for any sort of friction to ease the aching in your core.
wonyoung grins, âso eager⊠think you can be good for me and be patient, hon?â she asked. you wanted to say fuck no. you needed release and you needed it now but you knew wonyoung would probably fuck you better if you followed her every word.
so you nodded, ây-yes⊠i can do that, unnie.â
to get you riled up a bit more, wonyoung leaves a trail of hungry, open-mouthed kisses down your neck and across your collarbone until she wraps her warm mouth around your nipple. she hums approvingly of your whimpers which soon turn into blissful moans when she starts using her tongue, flicking and rolling your hardened bud in her mouth. wonyoung slots a knee in between your legs, squeezing your ass as you pressed down and start humping her thigh with the kind of desperation one would only see in a pathetic virgin eager to get bred. wonyoung sneaks her hand inside your shorts which you donât feel until she presses a finger against your clit. with the added stimulation, it was hard to keep your voice low.
you had no idea who was home at this point in time. what if norae and sunhee hear you? or worse, what if your parents hear you?! wonyoung didnât seem to care, however. in fact, with how hard she sucked on your nipple and how she rubbed your clit with her fingers, it was like she wanted you to make sounds. a death wish, yes⊠but perhaps one you were willing to fulfill.
âoff,â wonyoung simultaneously tugs your shorts and underwear down. her eyes glinted with desire as her eyes traveled down from your stomach to your pussyâdesperate and dripping, but not exactly ready for her yet. âdid you have fun touching yourself to me that day?â wonyoung takes note of how tightly you held onto her shoulders, how your lips have formed a thin line with how hard you were trying to hold back from whining and pleading for her to touch you already.
âyes, i didâŠâ you nod. being completely naked and vulnerable but looked at and seen like some irreplaceable treasure made you all the more desperate to please wonyoung. she was most likely expecting so much from youâshe was risking a lot after all: her fatherâs happiness, your motherâs trust, and your entire relationship as siblings⊠you didnât want this to be a waste of time for her.
you gently pushed her hair back and sat comfortably on her lap while she eyed you down with a whole lot of feelings in her eyes that you haven't seen before. and for a moment, you thought that you could have your way with her, even just for a little bit. tilting her head and kissing her softly, squeezing the back of her neck and hearing her sweet moans, allowing you to push her back against the side of her bed and get your hands as far as her toned stomach. the upper hand was only temporary since as soon as you felt wonyoung palming your pussy, you were back to being a whiny, adorable mess.
âwhy donât you finish what you started, (y/n)-ah?â wonyoung looks up at you, batting her eyelashes and smirking. she was excited, but you didnât quite understand what she meant. considering she was being such a tease and barely doing anything to your needy cunt, it was very hard to focus! âturn around.â wonyoung says. you didnât have time to be confused or to question her as she makes you turn your back on her herself. now you were sitting in between her lap and facing the mirror across the two of you, and only then you finally got what she meant.
but that doesnât make wonyoung telling you exactly what she wants to see any less hot though.
âshow me how you did it.â wonyoung says, her beautiful brown eyes piercing through yours as you intently stared at her using the mirror. she spreads your thighs apart and puts your pussy on full display in the mirror for the two of you. god, you almost wanted to crawl in a hole, but at this point, you were too horny to stall anything. you started by doing exactly what you did that day: gently massaging your clit as a means to get yourself wetter. from behind you, you hear wonyoungâs breathing get heavier and although you werenât looking in the mirror at the moment, you felt her state burning through your skin.
it doesnât take long for wonyoung to make a move herself. she leaves a trail of kisses from your shoulder, your neck, and all the way behind your ear. her hands cup your breasts again, adding onto your pleasure by squeezing and pinching your sensitive nipples. âdonât be shy now, pretty.â using one of her hands, wonyoung reaches down and spreads your lips apart for you, clearly asking for more than just whatever you were doing.
you had to admit that this was pretty nerve-racking. you rarely touched yourself and when you did, it was just⊠this. you didnât have any toys to help you, you didnât know much beyond what people called âvanilla sexâ, and as embarrassing as it was to say it, youâve never known what you felt on⊠well, the inside. you wanted to believe that wonyoung would just take pity on you and fuck you already but she had a surprising amount of patience despite the pure lust that radiated from her. finding no other choice in the matter, you slowly inserted a single finger inside your cunt.
âsee? doesnât that feel so much better?â wonyoungâs laugh was music to your ears. it was enough to get you movingâsliding your finger in and out of your pussy at a slow pace, getting a feel of what you liked just before you went faster. a string of moans left your mouth as you steadily fucked yourself right in front of wonyoung, who was quite literally having the best time of her life watching such a pretty thing like you do all of this for her. of course she wanted nothing more than to have you crying and whining herself but she also wanted to appreciate the show you were putting on.
you slid another finger inside you and you ended up moaning a bit too loudly for your liking that wonyoung had to clamp a hand around your mouth. she shushes you gently and whispers to you to go slower. while it would be nice to see your legs shake as you squirt all over her carpeted bedroom floor, wonyoung wanted to do that to you herself. and of course you obeyed even though it was disheartening to lose that sweet pressure building up in your abdomen. you didnât know how long wonyoung was going to have you fuck your own pussy while she just watches, but for now you were fine with it.
this felt good. getting to unwind like this after a fucking whirlwind of a week was just what you needed, alone or otherwise. actually, you probably wouldnât be loving this too much if you were just by yourself. wonyoung kept you in line, made sure you were calm, guiding you to make this moment last longer so both of you can fully enjoy it before any sense comes back to either of you to stop all of this.
wonyoung, with her left hand, parts your lips with her fingers and slides two inside your mouth. she doesnât need to tell you what to do; you just sucked on her digits obediently without question. she pushes her fingers deeper, making you gag and pull back a bit but she keeps her fingers inside of your mouth. after making sure your drool was dripping down her palm, she pulls her fingers out and then kisses you softly. oh, your mind was but a haze. wonyoungâs kiss was a drug on its ownâintoxicating and addicting. you couldnât have enough of it.
you werenât sure which feeling you wanted to focus on. your quickly-building climax, wonyoungâs hungry kisses, her nails digging deep down your inner thigh, or⊠oh, fuck, she was sliding her spit-covered fingers inside you⊠while you were busy fucking yourself! the sudden stretch of your pussy caused by wonyoungâs fingers being inside you as well as your own nearly makes you wail, and that is when you realized why wonyoung was kissing you. to shut you up. because she knew you were going to be so loud. with four fingers inside of your cunt, how could you stay quiet?! especially when wonyoung made sure to match your pace, but making sure she was knuckle-deep inside before pulling out then doing the same thing again and again.
âahh⊠mmnâunnie..! oh, goââ a pathetic squeak slips past your lips when wonyoung uses her thumb to press against your clit. she kisses you harder, doing everything she can to conceal every noise coming from you but ultimately, sheâs enjoying every fucking second of this. the secrecy of it all, the scandal, the thrill of being caught⊠gosh, if the two of you werenât âsiblingsâ, she would have no problem making you scream and letting the housekeepers hear every goddamn vowel that leaves your mouth.
it was too much. you pulled your fingers out and grabbed wonyoungâs wrist in an attempt to at least slow her down, but it does nothing. having more room to move now, wonyoung only quickens her pace even further. and with her free hand, wonyoung grabs your jaw in a tight grip and forced you to look at you reflection in the mirror just so you can watch how well you were being fucked. wonyoungâs fingers being freakishly long didnât help at all; her fingertips reached farther inside you than yours did and every time she hits a certain spot inside you, you lose more of your sanity. soon enough, a knot forms in your stomach and wonyoung knew.
well, with your face all scrunched up in both pleasure and pain, how could she not know?
âdo you think ryujin could have made you feel better than thisâŠ? i know you better than anyone, (y/n)⊠so donât feel so bad about her not getting to fuck you. unnie has everything you needâŠâ wonyoung couldnât believe how soaked she has gotten over the past few minutes she has been fingering you. but this wasnât about her at all. her pleasure comes after yours, and she was counting on you to do anything and everything to return this favor to her⊠that thought alone makes her clench around her drenched panties. she couldnât fucking wait to use your mouth.
âmmhâŠ! u-unnie, iâmâahh⊠iâm gonna cum.. please let meâŠâ you whimpered weakly.
wonyoung had intended to edge you until you were a babbling, crying mess. but that wouldâve been too mean. especially right now, when you were so cute squeezing her wrist and pouting at her. âyouâre so cute⊠what am i gonna do with you?â wonyoung plants a kiss on your temple before increasing her pace. your moans get higher, the knot gets tighter, and itâs harder and harder to hold yourself back from screaming her name. wonyoung buries her fingers deep, and the pressure in your stomach finally breaks.
but oh, wonyoung made sure you made a mess. pressing her fingers against your clit and rubbing rapidly so youâd squirt everywhere, a sick look on her face forming while she watched you. âyouâre so good⊠i wonât have to punish you ever, hm? because youâre unnieâs good girl, right?â wonyoung smiled sincerely when you agreed and nodded. sure you were most likely lightheaded and barely knew what you said yes to, but wonyoung knew that you meant it.
it takes you weakly pushing her hand away for her to finally stop, letting you calm down and try to come back to her. the whole time you were catching your breath, wonyoung sucked quietly on her drenched fingers while staring at your gaping, spent cunt. and then she started to wonder; when the day ends and another one starts, if she were to just walk up to you and your room and kiss you⊠would you let her do it? what if she just got lucky today? what if you grow to hate her for all of this? for not respecting your feelings for ryujin and taking you for herself? no⊠no, no, she canât lose you like that.
âare you hurt?â wonyoung asked after a while. she snuggled closer to you, keeping you warm as you were still butt-naked sitting in between her thighs. you shook your head, not even finding any energy in you to reply with your voice. it was strange⊠you thought wonyoung would be more concerned considering that she just fucked you nearly out of your mind⊠but you shouldâve known better. this was a completely new side of her that you were hilariously unfamiliar with, and you being shocked when wonyoung suddenly pushes you to be on all fours was enough proof of your stupidity.
you should feel violated. this was beyond everything that you expected to do with wonyoung, and not to mention that she didnât look like she planned on asking for you permission to fuck you again⊠but you didnât say a word. didnât make a sound. didnât even question anything when you felt wonyoung squeeze your ass before palming your once-again dripping pussy from behind. you liked this. when the time comes for you and wonyoung to answer for this situation, you canât even say that she used some sort of manipulation tactic to get you to submit to her.
no. you needed this. you wanted this. and you loved it all.
with your vision being limited to only seeing your hands on the floor or your reflection in the mirror, it was hard to try and prepare for anything she was going to give to you. when wonyoung pushes two fingers inside your cunt so suddenly, you gasped loudly. it was easy for wonyoung to slip in and out of you; you were so wet that there was nothing that could stop wonyoung from having all the fun in the world. the faster wonyoung fucks you, the harder you had to bite down your lip. your head drops to your arms and beautiful moans leave your mouth but this time⊠theyâre all for wonyoung to hear.
âunnie⊠unnie, it feels s-soâah! so good⊠please, faster.. fasterâŠâ and with you being so cute, wonyoung was sure to grant your wish pretty quickly. she was getting extremely impatient herself⊠the wet sounds of her hand meeting your pussy, your enchanting voice, and the lovely way you moaned her name when she steadily inserted her thumb in your tight hole⊠god, it was getting harder and harder for wonyoung to not turn you over and ride you until you were both crying from exhaustion and ecstasy.
âthe very first time i saw you⊠i called dad stupid in my head. stupid for bringing such a pretty and nice girl into this family because i knew i wasnât going to last long before i did something idiotic like thisâŠâ wonyoung curls her fingers inside you while simultaneously grabbing your hair and pulling it up, forcing you to look at your face in the mirror again. âsee? such a fucking angel. how could i ever resist?â and before you knew it, you were gagging on her fingers again. and you were getting desperate for another release, pushing back against wonyoung and meeting her thrusts.
âyou made my dreams come true by coming here, you know⊠iâm just thanking you now. iâll thank you again later. and tomorrow. and whenever i want.â after seeing just how willing you were to do such a thing with her, wonyoung simply couldnât wait for all the things the two of you could do now. even if it will cost her everything.
âmmfh.. i lah⊠agh.. i love you, unnie..â it was hard to speak with her fingers stuffed in your mouth, but wonyoung heard those magical words loud and clear. you were visibly exhausted, and your body was weak to the point you couldnât even keep yourself upright⊠but you made sure your ass was propped right up for wonyoung to fuck you without any complications. wonyoung had pulled her hand out of your mouth and allowed you to lay half of your body down, the side of your face pressed against the floor as drool dripped out of the corner of your mouth.
you think wonyoung was now holding your hand, whispering encouragement and praises in your ears that kept you somewhat conscious while she made good use of your pussy. another deep dive of her fingers inside you and you cum for the second time with a long, soft whimper that was more than enough for wonyoung that she didnât feel like making you suffer through another round. youâve gone limp on the floor; barely having any energy to keep your eyes open. you felt your juices seeping out of you once again, drenching your thighs and of course the soft carpet, but wonyoung made sure to not let the slick dripping down her hand go to waste!
a lot of the things that happened afterwards were a blur. wonyoung helped you to her bed, cleaning you up and making sure you were hydrated and clothed before tucking you in as the sun was starting to set. in direct contrast to how she handled you while she fucked you, wonyoung seemingly reverted back into her gentle, loving older sister self as she took care of you. her arm carefully draped over your waist and kept you warm better than her blanket, and even your own. occasionally, you would feel her kiss the back of your neck and it would give you goosebumps. she intertwined your fingers and at the time, you felt the need to kiss her hand⊠so you do. and wonyoung mustâve liked that because she pulled you closer to her and held you tightly.
you were torn. torn between wanting to face all of your feelings and the consequences of what you just did with wonyoung, but also wanting to hope that youâd fallen asleep in your bed after sending ryujin home and that all of this, having sex with your step sister and laying half naked on her bed in her arms, was just an insane wet dream. but if it was, surely enough it would have been a thousand times harder to face wonyoung with your attraction towards her kept hidden. although it was like it was necessarily better this way; how the fuck are either of you going to have a normal conversation with each other after this? with your parents?!
the idea made you scared. mr. jang was a man with power and influence; if you anger him (which is very likely considering you, his stepdaughter, slept with his biological child), what could he do to you? to your future? and what would your mother think of you if she were to find out about this?
perhaps wonyoung heard your soft sobs because she immediately made you turn around, âhey⊠whatâs wrong, (y/n)?â she takes a hold of your face and wipes your tears away with her thumbs. you couldnât believe how confident she was that both of you would get away with all of this scot-free. but then again, she is jang wonyoung. she wouldnât go through with everything she just did if she didnât have a solid plan in the back of her mind.
or maybe she didnât need any plans. wonyoung simply loved you and acted on that. maybe she was scared too. she wasnât perfect, after all. underneath the confidence, the money, and the strong walls she has built around herself, wonyoung was still a softie at heart. she acknowledges that this was a bad thing to do, that this was indeed a mistake⊠but at the end of the day, the deed has been done and all she can do now is to make sure that she protects you from everything that might come after.
that is what she swore to do the night you became a part of her family, after all.
âlisten⊠dad, mother, ryujin, and everything⊠weâll worry about them tomorrow, okay? i love you. weâll face everything together.â wonyoung gives you a kiss on the forehead, and you automatically snuggle back in her arms and hide your face in her chest. you ended up falling asleep to the sound of her heartbeat and the way she ran her hands through your hair⊠it ended up being the most relaxing sleep youâve had in this bizarre week. every lingering thought you had about ryujin just about faded away into nothing once you got completely lost in wonyoungâs dreamlike embrace.
one thing was for sure: you felt a lot braver with the promise of your loving step sister once again proving that everything and anything she will ever do for you are good things.
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Believe Me
Gwayne Hightower X Female!Reader
Word Count: 2792
Summary: Gwayne bumps into an old flame and smut ensues (from his pov)
Content Warning: Smut (so minors dni), fingering, handjob, cheating, light hair pulling, light degrading and praising, vaginal sex, public sex (I hate this but we move onđ)
Gwayne Hightower was only human, and as a show of this, he had made plenty of mistakes in his lifetime. âIt is not worth the stress to beat yourself over what could have beenâ he'd always remind himself. âWhat could've been if you chose the right card, woke up earlier, listened more, aimed a little to the left, ate breakfastâŠâ.Â
The list went on and on because humans make mistakes all the time. He had vowed to himself that he would never stress over these mistakes. What good would it do? The mistake was already made.Â
That's the thought process he tried to keep as he made his way inside the Sept. He was not afraid of the gods deciding to punish him for the sins he was sure he had committed, or of the building crumbling down and burying him underneath. The current war going on wasn't even on his mind.Â
What was on his mind was a singular person. And as he got closer and closer to the room he knew they'd be in, the thick fog covering their face in his memories started to move to the side.Â
Further.Â
Further.Â
His steps began to falter when he finally saw them. When he finally saw you.Â
You were sitting on the bench, back to him, candles aplenty in front of you. Just as he thought about turning around and leaving, you took off your cloak and set it next to you, revealing the open back to your dress.Â
You were inviting him. Discarding your defenses and showing that you were open to being around him again. Or mayhaps he was delusional. Either way, he found himself sitting on the other side of you soon enough.Â
âIs that really a dress appropriate for the Sept?â he tried to joke with you as he lit a candle. If it was a different time, you would've lightly shoved him and said something like âoh fuck offâ while laughing. Unfortunately, that time had been long forgotten.Â
You looked over at him at once, and he wondered if for a moment you thought all this was a dream. You looked him up and down, and must've realized this was all real. âGwayneâŠâ how could you say his name in such a delightful way?Â
The surprise from your eyes soon fell, and instead it filled with resentment. âGwayneâ you said more lifeless. âAnyone is welcome here. A common whore could come, wearing hardly any clothes and she'd be welcomedâ.Â
âI'm sure common whores do lots of cummingâ.Â
You simply rolled your eyes at him and looked in front of you. âA jest, dear friend-â
âWe are not friendsâ.Â
He had known it, but fuck did it hurt to hear. It was said so coldly and cruel, like you wanted it to sting. It definitely had, though he wouldn't show it.Â
âWe have not talked in some timeâ he said with his eyes still trained on you. How could you sit there and be so beautiful? Even with a scowl and pinched eyebrows, you looked marvelous. âWhen I heard my sister had summoned you here as well, I admit I was a bit surprisedâ.Â
âWhy? Alicent is in need of a friend. And I am her friendâ.Â
Well you really knew how to rub something in, didn't you? âI tried writing to you-â
âYears too lateâÂ
You snapped, eyes glancing over at him. Okay, mayhaps you were right. Mayhaps he should've wrote to you sooner, but he eventually did! That had to be worth something! âWhy are you here?â.Â
âI thought anyone was allowed hereâ
âIt is the gods you should be speaking to. Not Iâ
âIt is not the gods I craveâ he spoke honestly. You simply scoffed in return and looked away again, causing him to sigh. âI should have wrote to you sooner, but I did eventually. And I am here now-â
âTo do your knightly dutiesâ you said dismissively. âNot to speak with meâ.Â
âI can do both!â his hand found your arm and he pulled you close to him, making your legs press against each other. He could hear how your breath hitched. He could see the way your chest rose and fell as a reaction to his touch.Â
His fingers inched closer to your chest. âWhat are you-â you began to say, but the words got caught in your throat when he wrapped his fingers around the long necklace that fell in the long V neck of your dress, right in between your breasts.Â
âYou've kept this?â.Â
Years ago, Gwayne gifted you a necklace with a large green pendant, and while the chain was completely different, the pendant was still the same. âDid the chain break?â.Â
You shook your head. âNo. My husband gave me a new chain. Said gold fit betterâ.Â
He frowned.Â
Your husband. Some boring guy with brown hair, brown eyes, patches in his beard and a voice that was far too high for a man. He had no real talents or skill, besides money and luck. That's how he landed you after all.Â
âIt is best for both of us that you do your praying and then leave. I imagine I will not be ready to leave anytime soonâ.Â
The moment his hand fell from your arm, he felt cold. He forced himself to look away from you and focus on the candle in front of him. So what was he to do now? Just let you go? Go off to war and accept that he'd likely never see you again? Accept you'd hate him forever?
âNoâ he answered himself out loud. âNo. I am to just accept that your husband messed with a gift I gave you?â.Â
âI beg your pardon?â You asked in disbelief. âThat is what you are focusing on? That your gift was ruined?â You scoffed again and rubbed your temples. âSelfish as always. Nevermind to ask how I feel or how I have been. No. It is just stupid jokes and being offended. Did my gift put a dent in your pocket? Here then!â. You unclipped the necklace, grabbed his hand and shoved the necklace on his palm. âTake it!â.Â
His chuckle afterwards was filled with bitterness. Here he was, trying to patch things up, and you kept making it difficult. âThis resentment you hold towards me is ridiculous. I took too long to write to you after your marriage, but I'm here now. And this-â he set the necklace on the table. âThis is a gift I gave to youâ.Â
âMy husband gives me plenty of gifts. I do not need anything from youâ.Â
As if his gifts were anything special. Probably cheap and terrible material. You deserved more than that. You deserved more than some husband that probably couldn't even make you laugh the way Gwayne had.Â
âHusband this. Husband that. Does shoving him in my face excite you?â. Maybe he had no right to be angry, but he was anyway.Â
âI wouldn't be able to if you vied for my hand when you had the chance!â You snapped. For once, Gwayne had no response. No witty comeback or complaint. He just watched you as you realized what you said. You huffed, grabbed your cloak and got to your feet. âGood day Gwayneâ.Â
You managed to make it a few feet away before he finally spoke. âI should haveâ. Regret had gnawed at him for years now. He let you slip away. Why? Because he wasn't sure he could be committed. Did he love you? Yes. Was he a young man that wasn't fond of becoming a husband and a father? Also yes.Â
âYou have to understand,â he began as he rose to his feet. âMarriage was not something I wanted at the timeâ.Â
âAnd you think I did?â You asked in disbelief. âMarriage was not something I wanted either. It was forced upon me. Marriage terrified me, but I knew that if I was married to you, marriage wouldn't be that bad. You were my best friend and lover. And what did you do, Gwayne?â. He couldn't make the answer leave his lips. The words felt like they were stuck in his throat and refused to go anywhere. âYou left meâ you answered for him. âAnd once I was married, you avoided me. Then years later you decided you wanted to speak again. What were you too busy doing? Drinking and fucking whores?â.Â
That made him laugh. Drinking? Maybe a little. Fucking whores? It's not like he truly wanted to. It made time pass and got an orgasm out the way, but he didn't want painted whores. He wanted you to be under him. He wanted to feel your soft skin on his fingers. He wanted to hear his name pass your sweet lips over and over again until that was all he heard.Â
âI made mistakes-â
âMistakes?!â
âI made terrible choicesâ he corrected. âAwful ones. But you and I both know that I have always wanted and will always want youâ. Those words seem to catch you off guard, which he assumed because you didn't push him away when his hands found their way to your hips.Â
His face inched closer and closer to yours until your lips just barely brushed against each other. Unbeknownst to the both of you, your hearts beat as one in that moment. Both hearts erratic but somehow managing to be erratic together.Â
âI want you desperately. And I know you want meâŠâ.Â
The remaining bit of space was broken and your lips finally met. Your lips responded to each other immediately and your arms wrapped around his neck. Finally⊠after so long you both were able to taste each other again.Â
Reality came crashing down faster than he wanted it to.Â
You shoved him away, making him stumble. You breathed heavily and wiped at your lips. âWon't change what happenedâ he said to your displeasure.Â
âYou are selfishâ you spoke through gritted teeth. âYou are an assholeâ you shoved him again. âAnd a liarâ another shove.Â
Each insult you gave was followed by shove, and instead of feeling insulted, he felt something else.Â
Desire.Â
That desire is what led to him grabbing you, switching your positions and pushing you onto the table where no candles were.Â
Your expression was full of shock, but not disgust or fear. Good. He never wanted to frighten you. What frightened him a little bit though, was his growing erection. Something that made no sense since all you had done recently was insult him. Gods, he was way more desperate than he realized.Â
âGet all your insults outâ he said as his thumb traced your lower lip, âtell me how much you hate meâ.Â
A request you had no problem fulfilling.Â
âYou are a vile man. Seducing a married woman in a Sept. Is there a line you're not willing to cross?â.Â
There it was. Just like that.Â
He began leaving open mouth kisses down your neck, eagerly awaiting what you'd say next.Â
âYou are a defiler full of sinâ
âI am, aren't I?â. He held you in place as he bit and sucked at a particular spot on your neck, and a small smirk formed on his face when he heard you moan in response. âIt seems you enjoy my sinsâ he taunted.Â
âI hate you. No. I despise you. Even that word can't describe how I feel for youâ.Â
Gwayne untied your dress strap and unbuttoned the buttons in the front, allowing him to free your breasts.Â
âI loathe youâ.Â
âI'm sureâ his words dripped in sarcasm. Loathe him yet you allow him to undress you. Loathe him, yet you allowed him to fondle your breasts, then lick and suck at one of your nipples. That's how your little game continued. You'd throw insults at him in between your gasps, and he'd lick and suck harder at each breast, showing them both proper attention. His erection pressed against his trousers, it becoming almost painful.Â
You lifted your leg up in response to him twisting your nipple, and your knee brushed right against his erection. He moaned around your breast before he even realized what had happened. His own eagerness being exposed only dawned on him when he felt your palm fully press against him.Â
Your other hand pulled his head back by his hair, causing a sharp but welcomed pain to burn at his roots. âI always knew you were pathetic Gwayne, but this?â, a soft breath slipped past his lips when you pressed harder against him. âYou like when I insult you?â. He nodded. No point in lying. Still though, he didn't just wanna hand you all the power in your game.Â
He hiked the bottom of your dress up and kept eye contact with you as his fingers pushed your undergarments to the side and made contact with your soaked cunt for the first time tonight. He watched you try to keep a stone face, but you couldn't hide the sharp inhale you did. âSeems like you've enjoyed our little game too. What does that say about you?â.Â
âWhat does it say about you that you like being called pathetic?â.Â
Gwayne chuckled. He looked you over, watching as you tried not to react to his fingers sliding in between your folds. âYou're marvelousâŠâ he said almost as if in a dream.Â
You yanked on his hair again and pushed his trousers down, freeing his erection. âIs this when I say you're disgusting?â You taunted. Your hand wrapped around him and shamefully he almost came from that minor touch alone.Â
âIf it pleases youâ.Â
His middle and ring finger slowly but surely made their way inside you, all while he whispered praises in your ear.Â
âYou're so pretty like thisâ
âYou're taking my fingers so wellâ
âOpen up for me. Just like that. Good girlâ.Â
Your head fell on his shoulder and his fell on yours. The Sept filled with both of your noises as you both continued to pleasure each other with your hands. It was clear that that wouldn't be enough. The question was just who would bend first.Â
âI've got youâ he whispered before placing a gentle kiss under your ear. You lifted your head off his shoulder to meet his eyes, and while there was still lust behind them, there was clearly something more.Â
Longing.Â
âDo you really?â You asked.Â
He answered at once, âyes. I swear to you on all the gods in every religion that I'm never leaving you againâ.Â
You swiped at his hands and pulled him closer to you until his tip was lined up with your entrance. âAnd what about my husband?â.Â
Damn your husband. He'd cause an âaccidentâ to happen if he had to. He wouldn't let a man like him keep him away from the one person who truly wanted in this whole world. âI will deal with your husband and I swear you will never be able to get rid of me. Do you believe me?â.Â
He asked his question as he began to push inside you. Your answer got stuck in your throat, so instead you nodded in response. Your nod wasn't enough for him, but he'd address that later. For now, he kept whispering encouraging words to you to soothe the stretching he knew you'd feel. He kept telling you that he had you, that you were okay, that you were safe with him and always would be.Â
When you finally seemed adjusted, he spoke again. âDo you believe me?â. You nodded. âOut loudâ.Â
âI believe youâ.Â
That was all he needed hear. Once he got confirmation, his lips found yours and he moved inside you. Was this an all around terrible idea? Absolutely. Was there a chance of getting caught? Yes. But neither of you could care less about that. How could that possibly be at the forefront of your minds when you were finally feeling each other in the way you both craved?
You both enjoyed each other, ultimately hitting your peaks while you were still connected, mouths swallowing each sound the other made, and foreheads pressed against each other so you could catch your breath.Â
His hands cupped your face and he pressed a softer kiss to your lips. Of course there was still that sexual desire there, but he wanted more than to just fuck and be rid of you. He wanted to hold you forever. He wanted to tell you about his tales of knighthood over dinner, and hold your hand as you went on walks in the garden.Â
âI swear-â
âI believe youâ.Â
You believed him. That was all he needed.Â
For you to believe him and for you to give him another chance.
Bitch I hate this shit but I havenât posted in awhile soooooo here we aređđ. Also the way I forgot about that necklace-
#hotd#house of the dragon#hotd smut#hotd imagine#hotd x reader#gwayne hightower#gwayne hightower smut#gwayne hightower x reader#gwayne x reader#gwayne x you#house of the dragon smut
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Hi, Coza! I hope you are doing well! I miss your writings and am so excited to see your requests are open! :)
I saw a post by sunshinescribes that talked about how Law doesnât believe in unconditional love and how he thinks relationships should be transactional. Hopefully I can properly link it here because they do a really good job at explaining it: https://www.tumblr.com/sunshinescribes/728643191573757952/i-think-the-most-tragic-part-of-laws-character-is
I was wondering if it was possible to have a scenario based off of this post of reader just appreciating and loving Law because they want to. Like maybe theyâre just waking up and reader is using the rare moment of peace and quiet in bed to spill all of their love and sappy thoughts to him. He deserves all of the comfort, love, and care đ
A/N: Thanks for this devastatingly lovely prompt! Here's the post for everyone if you want to go give it a read (and a like!) Characters: gn reader x Law Cw: none :) Total word count: 850
There Are No Conditions
The way the light refracted through the cabin window in the morning and bounced off of Lawâs ravenous hair was one of your favorite things in this world. It was one of the few times he didnât have a scowl on his face. He rarely smiled in his sleep, but his face almost always looked so peaceful. His eyelids fluttered for a moment, and then his face turned soft again. He must have been having a good dream.Â
You noticed he was starting to get a few gray hairs. He must have been under some kind of stress recently. Though he always seemed to be since you all had entered the New World. You knew he had a lot on his mind, and you wished there was something you could do to make his life easier. You wanted to bear that burden with him.Â
âDo you need something?â Lawâs voice came out hoarse, but his sudden alertness had startled you slightly.Â
âNothing at all,â you said sweetly. âJust admiring you in this light.â
He groaned and pulled you in closer to him. âWeâre getting curtains at the next island.â
You gave an exasperated gasp, but snuggled in tightly to him knowing his threat was empty. âAnd you would deny me of such a simple pleasure for what? Extra sleep?â
His eyes cracked open at your words and he peered down at you. âYou cannot enjoy watching me sleep.â
You gave a sheepish smile. âItâs one of my favorite things in this world, Trafalgar Law. In fact, youâre one of my favorite things in this whole world, so everything that you do is automatically good in my eyes.â
He rolled his eyes, clearly not believing you. âFlattery is a little thick today. You might want to tone it down, or Iâll catch on to the fact that you want something.â
You stuck your tongue out at his words. âAll I wanted was to look at you while you sleep!â
âFreak.â He paired his words with a kiss to your forehead to show he didnât actually mean them.Â
The two of you were silent for a while. You thought he had fallen back asleep, so you occupied your time tracing over his tattoos. But after a few minutes, he spoke again.
âOkay, seriously-â He pulled back slightly to look at you. He tended to do that when he wanted to make sure you were being truthful. âWhat did you want to do today?â
You were never good at hiding your emotions. You knew they had all washed over your face in a matter of seconds, and Law could read them all with intense precision. Confusion. Knowing. Irritation. And then, understanding.Â
âI donât want anything from you, Law,â you explained. âI was justâŠenjoying the view? I donât know how to say it correctly. I find myself staring sometimes because I find you interesting.â
Lawâs brows scrunched together in confusion. âIf you wanted a good view, the deck and the sea are far more interesting. Especially at this time of day.â
You gave a humorless laugh. âI love you more than I love the sea, idiot.â
He froze at those words, and you could see him struggling to make sense of them. âSo you were staring at meâŠ?â
âBecause I love you,â you finished for him.Â
That didnât seem to help. âAnd you love me becauseâŠ?â
âI donât know!â You gave out a sharp laugh at the thought. âThere are no reasons and so many reasons! But there are no conditions for my love, Law! I just love you because I love you. I canât say exactly why I love you. I just do!â
You had really done it now. You were fairly certain you had never seen Law more confused or more flustered than he was in this moment. He gave a hard swallow and nodded his head, but you could tell further clarification was still needed.
âYou donât understand,â you said, watching his eyes turn to the ceiling. If they went there, that usually meant he was lost in thought.Â
He shrugged. âI do, in a way. I feel that way about you, but IâŠwell, I never expected someone to feel that way about me.â
The weight of his words made your heart sink. He deserved more than anyone to know how much he was treasured. You would die for him for no other reason than love. And while he could grasp the concept, he couldnât understand why someone would feel that way towards him.Â
âHow about I tell you all the things I love about you?â you offered softly, trying to pull him away from his thoughts. It was too early to be thinking of such deep topics.
His eyes shifted over to you, and you could see he was half alarmed by your offer. But you could see the smallest spark of intrigue.Â
So you began listing everything you could think off, absentmindedly still tracing over his tattoos.Â
The sun was more than halfway across the sky before you finished. And there was a soft smile on his face during your allâs afternoon nap.Â
#one piece#one piece imagine#one piece scenario#one piece x reader#one piece x you#trafalgar d water law#trafalgar law#trafalgar law x reader#law x reader#trafalgar law x y/n#law x y/n#law x you#cozage#â§Ëlawâ§Ë
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Hi, I just wanted to apologize for my possibly horrible English, it's not the language I speak, anyway I wanted to make a request about how Damian would react if the reader was a demigod(if you can make the reader a demigod of hypnos)đș
And I love your writing 𫶠Keep it up!(And sorry again for the possible horrible English :[ )
|| DAMIANâS REACTION TO READER BEING A DEMIGOD OF HYPNOS ||đ
A/N: also your English is fine! No worries, here is your orderđ«¶đŸ and Iâm glad you love my work!
His first reaction is probably like asking about your powers and what can you do. With how there are superhero and then thereâs wonder womenâŠheâs gonna believe you are a demigod. đ who wouldnât. (A sane person thatâs not a hero.)
If you were a civilian just trying to live a normal life, he can respect that at most. But he would call you up if he needs someone knocked you. Why? Because you have Hypnotic Gaze. Your gaze can put people into a deep sleep. Itâs usual really, Bruce is glad to know Damianâs friend or whoever you are to him isnât a bad person using your gaze for the wrong doing.
I feel like Hypnos!reader would smell like lavender and vanilla to increase the melatonin levels of their powers or how then make people feel.
Though, imagine the familyâs shock seeing Tim full out knocked out all because of your gaze. The family praises you for having the man sleep.
But Bruce with his paranoia would test your abilities of what you can do and how long is your hypnotic gaze.
You also found the power of Sleep Induction/Manipulation. Your father Hypnos had the power to induce sleep in mortals and even other gods. He also manipulate dreams and nightmares. So you can do that as well.
You found that power out when you had a sleepover with Damian. You frowned, putting a hand to damianâs sweaty forehead. He started to calm down and relax in your warm touch, you saw his nightmares and changed them to pleasant dreams.
You two are definitely a sweet duo, sole even say couple going as far. Bruce approves seeing his son doesnât seem so âaggressiveâ around when you are there
Damian always demanding Bruce to let you come over for a a sleepover, only for you two to just sleep the entire sleep over. He holds you like a teddy bear with your fingers in his hair.
Basically being used a sleeping deviceđ oh lord imagine the chaosâs Bruce would have you do.
Especially if he needs you as the last resort to knock out a rouge.
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Iâm sorry for not posting in like forever but Iâm having insane thoughts rn (thanks to the gay writers. Iâm looking at you ugar.) about Giselle and her boobs and and -
Giselle who knows you have an oral fixation so always lets you suck on her nipples. Sometimes itâs not even sexual sometimes you just wanna cuddle and sleep with them in your mouth <3 most of the time tho-
Itâs supposed to be a way to relax you and it does but đ it also can make you go insane and lightheaded because the sensation and taste of her chest in your hands and mouth is just so good UGH. You always make a wet mess on her chest âcause you get so needy about them.
âJesus y/n, Wtf baby?â She says in a scolding tone but not really.
âIâm sorry, theyâre too pretty, canât help it. Can I keep going please?â You just canât get enough of them, and of course she lets you. Whether you have small or big hands, it doesnât matter they are BIG and just so perfect.
Giselle who knows she can turn you into her personal little fucktoy, a human-size sex toy as long as she has her boobs in your mouth âcause your brain turns into nothing đ€€. She fucks herself on your strap or rides your pussy for hours without you getting tired, having her coming multiple times and of course leaving her chest almost numb âcause you didnât stop giving them attention at all.
For g!p reader listen to me I canât not talk about this⊠but fucking her tits broooo. Youâre on your desk trying to get some work done and she either noticed you were stressed or simply felt like it because cmon, this woman knows sheâs hot and sexy and (I need to write about how much she can turn herself on). Anyways, she gets on her knees in front of you and youâre like ?? But your cock has a mind of its own and itâs already getting hard just by that image. She giggles at how easily she can get you horny and ready. Aeri loves knowing the effect she has on you. So she starts unbuttoning her shirt and surprise! Of course she wasnât using a bra (imagine using one at homeđš). Aeri took your member out of your pants and in her hands to start working on it with her mouth as well until you were painfully hard and wet (which didnât take too long). Once she thought you were ready, she put your cock in between her tits, and squeezed them together creating a perfect friction.
âFuck babyâŠâ you sighed as she moved them up and down your length. This was one of your favorite things fr. You wanted to kiss her but she lightly pushed you to your chair.
âNope.â She simply said with that teasing smirk of hers and she started going faster, your hips matching her speed as you fuck her tits. âRelax, baby. Just focus on making a mess on them yes? Come on them, enjoy the view of your cum on my body.â You ended up doing a complete mess on her chest and face, and Aeri made sure to lick you clean and to collect some of it with her finger and taste it, moaning at the taste that she so much enjoyed, and there you were, hard af again and ready to keep going.
Giselle who lowkey bribes you and makes you do whatever she wants with the promise of letting you suck on her titties nfixncknd from behaving at the mall after spending hours in there when you just wanna go home to running errands for her đ (youâd do it either way but the extra motivation ainât bad-)
Going back to a more fluffy side tho- Giselle who knows when you had a rough day and the only thing you want is to cuddle and watch a movie with her, movie that you never finish âcause you pass out in her arms as you suck on her tits and she plays with your hair, making you have the best sleep and dreams with your gf and her perfect body <3.
(A little thing I needed to get outta my system but Iâm working on the asks I promise đ)
#kpop gg#kpop scenarios#kpop imagines#aespa smut#aespa imagines#aespa scenarios#aespa x reader#aespa#aespa giselle#Aespa Giselle x reader#giselle x reader#giselle x you#aeri uchinaga#aespa giselle smut#giselle uchinaga#uchinaga aeri x reader#uchinaga Aeri smut#giselle smut
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Cat nap
Peter parker x fem!reader
Summary: after a long mission, you end up falling asleep on the shoulder of a certain spider boy.
Cw: blurb, fluff
A/n: I've been struggling with such bad writers block, so here's a blurb i managed to write. (Sorry if its not the best đ)
Wc: 616
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Peter and I groaned in unison as we sat down on the jet. We sat there in complete silence, both our bodies aching after the 2 hour long mission we had just had. As the jet rose off the ground and took off, I felt my eyes grow tired.
"I never wanna stand again." I leaned back against the wall and blew the strand of hair that had fallen on my face away. All I got from peter in response was a weak groan of agreement. He leaned back with a huff, rolling his head to look at me.
"Do you think Mr. Stark will let me nap on his couch?" I turned my head to him.
"If he doesn't I'll put fart spray in his helmet." He gave me a tired chuckle. His loopy smile, tired eyes and messed up hair almost made me forget the aching pain across my whole body. Peter had a talent for making me feel better, or making me forget what there was to feel better about.
We both turn our heads forward, falling into a comfortable silence. The heat radiating from peter onto my arm and the quiet hum of the jet had my eyes feeling heavy. I found myself struggling to keep my head from tilting, slowly falling towards peter. I fought to stay awake, but soon enough my eyes closed and sleep overtook me.
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I let out a surprise gasp as i felt something hit my shoulder. I glanced over, feeling my heart start to race upon seeing a sleeping y/n. Her face was serine, calm breathing and a few strands of hair tickled her cheeks.
I felt my face heat up, turning a light shade of pink. I could hardly believe this was reality, that she was really asleep on my shoulder. My shoulder! The girl of my dreams, my long term crush, was now peacefully sleeping on me. I know she didn't mean to, that it was an accident, but yet that didn't stop the nervous smile creep up on my face.
I did my beat to stay perfectly still, doing my best not to wake her. She shifted her head slightly, causing more hair to fall on her face. Her nose twitched, insinuating the hairs were tickling her. I cautiously moved my hand to move from her face and tuck it behind her ear. She hummed lightly, a sound that made me weirdly happy.
I didn't move a muscle as she continued to nap peacefully on my shoulder. She stayed there for the entire ride home. Bucky and sam took notice of my situation and naturally teased me about it, making jokes and jabs for the other half of the ride.
It pained me when we landed, since that meant i had to wake her up. I contemplated not waking her, staying on the jet till she woke up on her own. But i assumed she'd want to sleep in her comfortable bed rather then my hard shoulder. So I called to her softly and shook my shoulder lightly. I watched as her eyes fluttered open, her gorgeous eyes now revealed.
"Hey there sleeping beauty." I joked softly. She looked ul at me, her eyes still hooded and half asleep. She gave me a tired, loopy smile and sat up.
"Um, sorry for passing out on you." Her cheeks darkened, an embarrassing tint linger on them.
"It's ok, you needed some sleep."
"Well, thanks." We both stared at each other awkwardly, neither of us knowing what to to next.
"Do you wanna watch a movie or something?" She asked, looking away. I nodded and we both stood, walking off to enjoy our night.
#peter parker#marvel#peter parker x reader#blurb#spiderman#one shot#tom holland#spiderman x reader#fem reader
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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE do an Elijah x reader with period sexđ i canât find one and i really wanna read something about Elijah during that time of the monthđ
Bloodier Bath
18+ ---- {Masterlist} {Tag-List}
Aunt Flo comes to visit and the noble Elijah once again stands up to the bitch.
âĄâĄ Thank you for the request sweet anon! The first fic I ever wrote was Bloodbath & it has a special place in my heart! It's what inspired me to start writing in the first place! This is obviously a vampires favorite thing to do... and it's crazy there isn't more fics on it!!! âĄâĄ
2.7k words - Warnings: smuttt, oral sex, period sex, so much fluff, Elijah being sweet and caring...
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You woke up feeling like shit, a dull ache radiating throughout your body. You knew exactly what it was, but actually moving from the comfort of the bed to confirm was a different story.
A quiet groan escaped you, the mere thought of the day ahead exhausting. You could feel the pain of the cramps radiating through you, the feeling of the sheets and clothes on your skin uncomfortable and irritating.
Your boyfriend stirred next to you, his warm hands reaching out and pulling you into him. Elijah let out a yawn, and he pressed a kiss to the side of your head, his arms wrapped protectively around you.
"Morning," he said softly.
"Morning," you replied, snuggling against him.
You wanted to stay close, but you felt too warm and uncomfortable. With a heavy sigh, you untangled yourself from his arms, rolling out of bed and going to the bathroom.
You turned the shower on, stepping under the warm spray and letting the water soothe you. The steam from the shower filled the air, and you closed your eyes, enjoying the relaxing sensation.
When the water turned cold, you reluctantly got out and dried off. You wrapped a towel around your body, and as you walked out of the bathroom, you saw a tray waiting on the bed. Elijah had gotten up and made breakfast, complete with a fresh cup of coffee and a heating pad.
He was propping up the pillows for you, arranging them just right so you could lay back comfortably. He flashed a small, knowing smile as he noticed you in the doorway, watching him.
"Thought you could use a little pampering this morning," he said softly, his eyes meeting yours.
"What I need is for you to kindly rip out my ovaries," you grumbled, the cramps making you extra moody.
"How about I start with the heating pad?" He offered, motioning for you to join him on the bed.
"Thank you," you said, walking over and climbing onto the bed. He helped you get comfortable, placing the heating pad on your stomach and wrapping a blanket around you.
You picked up the mug of coffee and took a deep sip, groaning softly as the warm liquid slid down your throat. "This is perfect, Lijah, thank you," you said, setting the mug back down on the nightstand.
"Are you going to work today?" He asked, gently stroking your hair.
You let out a sigh, not really wanting to face the day. "Probably not, I feel too miserable," you said, resting your head on his chest.
"Take the day off, relax, and do whatever makes you feel better," he said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
"I can't do nothing," you protested.
"Yes, you can," he countered, a stern look on his face. "And you will, if I have to tie you down to keep you here."
You laughed softly, knowing that he would actually do it. "Ok, fine," you said, settling into his embrace.
He was so sweet and considerate, taking care of you. His gentle nature and soft words made the pain subside, and you relaxed, closing your eyes and letting the warmth wash over you.
You spent the day in bed, watching movies and talking, enjoying each other's company. He was always so attentive and thoughtful, making sure you were comfortable and had everything you needed.
As the day drew to a close, you started to feel better, the pain fading and your mood changing. You wanted to reward Elijah for being so sweet and supportive, and you had the perfect idea.
You reached over and cupped his cheek, turning his head so he was looking at you. "Thank you for taking such good care of me today," you said, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
"Of course, I'm happy to do it," he said, brushing a stray hair from your face.
"I want to make it up to you," you murmured, giving him a suggestive look.
He smiled, the lines around his eyes crinkling. "Oh? And how would you do that?" He asked, playing along.
"I have a few ideas," you said, sliding your hand down his chest and between his legs, rubbing him through his pants.
You watched as his pupils dilated, his arousal growing. "Is that so?" He asked, his voice dropping an octave.
"Mmhm," you hummed, leaning in and kissing him deeply. He returned the kiss, his hands finding your waist and pulling you closer.
You broke the kiss and moved lower, kissing along his jaw and neck, biting his earlobe gently. He groaned, his grip tightening on you.
You smirked, loving the way he reacted to your touch. All you wanted to do was show him just how grateful you were, and you knew just the way to do it.
You loved how he looked when he was turned on, his normally calm and collected demeanor replaced by one of lust and need. You kissed your way down his chest, pausing at his waistband.
But to your surprise, he stopped you, placing a finger under your chin and tilting your head up. You sat up, pouting a little, wondering what you did wrong.
In one sudden, swift move, he grabbed your waist and flipped you onto your back, hovering over you.
"As much as I appreciate the thought, that's not exactly what I want," he said, his voice a low rumble.
"Oh?" You asked, arching a brow. "And what is it that you want, then?"
He smiled, his eyes roaming over your body, then he leaned down and kissed you, his lips soft and insistent. You returned the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck.
As he kissed you, his hand moved to the hem of your shirt, slowly pushing it up. His fingertips brushed against your skin, sending a shiver through you.
"Oh, I see," you giggled, the realization dawning on you. "You like me when I'm messy and bloody, don't you?"
He chuckled, a low sound that sent heat straight to your core. "Don't make me admit it out loud," he teased, nipping at your neck.
You smiled, tilting your head to the side, giving him better access. "Admit what? That you like fucking me when I'm on my period? Such a filthy vampire... " You taunted, running your hands through his hair.
Elijah growled, his hands tightening on your hips. "Keep talking like that, and I'll show you exactly what I want," he threatened, his voice rough with desire.
You couldn't help but laugh, loving how he could go from soft and caring to dangerous and possessive. "Oh, I'm counting on it," you said, tugging his hair.
His dark eyes flashed, and he surged forward, claiming your mouth in a bruising kiss. He didn't waste any time, his hands moving to your underwear, pulling them down and tossing them aside.
"Eli- I was kidding... I'm gross right now... " You protested, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious.
"Not to me," he replied, kissing his way down your body. He paused at your lower belly, looking up at you with a smirk.
His vampire nature, usually hidden so well, was peeking through. His eyes had turned completely black, with dark veins under his eyes, his fangs visible behind his parted lips.
You couldn't help but shiver at the sight, a mix of fear and arousal coursing through you. "Elijah... " You breathed, not entirely sure what to say.
He gave you one last look, then dipped his head down, his tongue darting out and swiping over your folds.
You gasped, the sensation sending a wave of pleasure through you. Elijah's tongue was skilled, knowing just where to lick and suck, his hands gripping your thighs. You were already so sensitive, and his actions sent sparks through you.
Elijah worked his tongue inside of you, lapping up your blood and juices, drinking every drop. It was messy, and there was a small puddle of blood on the sheets, but neither of you cared.
Your body tensed and the cramps returned, but in a different way, because you knew once he was done, they'd be gone for a while. Your moans grew louder as the pleasure built, and your legs began to shake.
He hummed happily, his mouth and nose pressed against your center. He was in complete bliss, having his cake and eating it too. There was truly nowhere else he would rather be.
The feeling was amazing, and you couldn't hold back anymore. Your orgasm hit you, and your back arched off the bed, a string of curse words escaping you.
He groaned as you came, your taste flooding his mouth. He was relentless, keeping his pace and holding you down as you writhed beneath him.
Finally, the aftershocks faded, and you slumped back against the pillows, panting heavily. Elijah placed a few kisses on your inner thighs before sitting up, licking his lips.
His face was covered in blood, he looked utterly insane and you burst out laughing at the sight. Your perfectly composed, always clean and tidy boyfriend was now a bloody mess.
He leaned down to kiss you, but you held up your hand, stopping him. "Nooooooo," you squealed, unable to stop laughing.
He smiled, his teeth bloody too, and it sent you into another fit of giggles. He joined in, the two of you laughing like children.
You had never seen him look so wild, so free. He was normally so careful and precise, and seeing him so messy and uninhibited was a huge turn-on.
"Hold on," he said, disappearing into the bathroom.
He returned with a clean face, but his shirt was still covered in blood. He crawled back onto the bed, hovering over you, his eyes raking over your body.
"You are so beautiful," he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from your face.
You rolled your eyes, not exactly agreeing when you were in this state. "Thank you, but I'm not," you protested, shifting uncomfortably.
"Yes, you are," he insisted, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, his hands moving to your thighs. "And if you won't believe me, then let me show you."
You couldn't deny him, and you relaxed, letting him take control. His hands gripped your thighs, parting them so he could settle between them. His eyes were locked on yours, his gaze intense and full of love.
"Ready for more?" He asked, his lips ghosting over yours.
You nodded, a quiet moan escaping you as he eased into you. He moved slowly, knowing how sensitive you were in this state. It was a new kind of pleasure, a slow burn instead of the usual fiery explosion. He took his time, savoring every moment, committing every detail to memory.
He rocked his hips, the pace steady and deep, his lips finding yours. The kiss was soft and slow, matching the rhythm of his movements. The feeling was incredible, and the cramps had completely faded, your body fully relaxed.
"Lijah... " You whispered, your nails digging into his chest.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He buried his face in your neck, kissing and biting your skin.
He groaned as he picked up his pace, thrusting deeper and harder. The sounds he was making were so delicious, and you pulled his hair, wanting him to moan more, loving how he was coming undone. His self-control was slipping, and he was losing himself in the pleasure.
"You get so fucking hot when you're like this," you purred, watching the way his muscles flexed as he moved.
He laughed, his breath warm against your neck. "Like what?" He asked, his voice muffled.
"When you're on the verge of losing it," you said, tangling your fingers in his hair. "It's sexy as hell.âÂ
He chuckled, lifting his head to look at you. "And you're so damn gorgeous when you're bloody and sweaty," he said, a mischievous glint in his eye.
You laughed, the sound fading into a moan as he hit that sweet spot. Your head fell back against the pillow, and his hand found yours, lacing your fingers together and pinning it to the bed.
The pace quickened, and you both knew it wouldn't last much longer. The room was filled with the sounds of your moans and the smell of blood and sex, and it was all too much.
He kissed you deeply, the taste of iron still on his lips. His hands squeezed your hips, pulling you into each thrust. You couldn't take it anymore, and the tension that had been coiling deep inside of you snapped.
Your nails raked down his chest, your moans lost on his lips as you came. All the pain and tension immediately faded, replaced by pure bliss.
"Fuck... " Elijah growled, burying his face in your neck. His rhythm stuttered, and he came with a low groan, his hips jerking as he rode out his orgasm.
You were all hot, flushed and sweaty, but it was the most blissful feeling. You felt like you could melt into the sheets and die right there, but then you would miss the look on Elijah's face.
His eyes were half-closed, his lips parted as he caught his breath. His hair messy, his clothes stained with blood, and it was a sight to behold.
"I love you, you know that?" You murmured, cupping his cheek.
He chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to your palm. "I love you too," he replied, his voice rough.
You ran your thumb across his bottom lip, and he smiled, his dimples on full display. He was always so handsome, but there was something extra special about him when he was like this.
"You're so cute," you teased, booping his nose.
He scrunched his nose, then playfully bit the tip of your finger. "You're adorable," he countered, his voice soft and sweet.
You smiled, your cheeks growing warm. No matter how long you'd been together, he still had that effect on you.
"Come here," he said, wrapping his arms around you and sitting you up, pulling you into his lap.
You giggled, snuggling against him. He kissed the top of your head, his hands resting on your waist. You sat like that for a while, enjoying the closeness.
You were exhausted and ready to sleep, but the mess had to be cleaned up. You were sticky and soaked, and the sheets were a mess.
"I think it's time for a bath," he suggested, brushing his lips against your neck.
You grinned, leaning back and looking up at him. "Only if you join me," you said, arching a brow.
"It's a deal," he replied, grinning back.
You pressed a quick kiss to his lips, then he carried you to the bathroom, setting you down on the side of the tub. He turned on the water and peeled his bloody shirt off, tossing it into the trash.
"You really are filthy," you teased, a playful smirk on your lips.
"It's not my fault that once a month I'm presented with the perfect opportunity to get a little messy," he retorted, giving you a smug look.
"A little?" You said, looking him up and down.
There was blood covering the bedsheets, his hands, his cock and of course between your legs and down your thighs.
"Alright, maybe a lot messy," he relented, shrugging his shoulders.
You giggled, watching him test the water, making sure it wasn't too hot. He was so sweet and caring, always looking out for your comfort.
He helped you into the tub, then got in behind you, pulling you against him. You sighed, enjoying the warmth of the water and his body against yours.
"Thank you," you murmured, your eyes closing as you leaned back against his chest.
"For what?" He asked, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin.
"For everything," you said, opening your eyes and tilting your head to look at him.
"So, same time next month?" He teased, smiling down at you.
You laughed, playfully slapping his thigh. "Sure, but this time, let me take care of you," you said, wiggling your eyebrows.
"It's a date," he said, his hand trailing down your body.
The two of you stayed in the tub until the water started to cool, then you cleaned up the room and settled back into bed, snuggled in his arms.
Sure, periods suck, but when you have a man like Elijah, they aren't all bad.
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sweet nothing âą 8
| in which you run into an old costumer |
âł Description: being a guest at the Jeon Estate after a mishap of being kidnapped and dragged into your brothers affairs isnât all that bad. Truth be told it brings you a lot closer to the mobster and owner of the estate Jeon Jungkook himself.
His two rules are simple, donât cause trouble and donât give him a hard time. Somehow you manage to constantly do both in the most endearing way despite being pregnant and waddling around most of the time.
Pairing: Jungkook/reader, ???/reader
âł Genre: slice of life AU, mafia!AU, pregnancy, thereâs likeâŠa little bit of a plot but not a lot, future smut? maybe? it's very domestic!
Word count: 3k
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Note: just know that the only reason these updates take so long is because I keep writing plot based chapters and I really just wanna post fluff based chapters đ
âThank you for taking me out!â You grinned as you took a large sip of your hot chocolate, it was still definitely not cold enough for it yet but you didnât care.
Something about hitting your third trimester had you wanting to nest like crazy, it had you going around the estate cleaning and getting guards to help move furniture around.
You really had no right to be doing it but nobody told you otherwise.
Jungkook had come back midday, surprisingly early, he had paused in the entry hall of his home locking eyes with the pregnant menace that had abruptly put herself at the forefront of his life once again.
It was then he realized you definitely needed to get out of the estate.
âIf it keeps you from not moving all my stuff around,â He shrugged, leaning back in his seat, eyes flickering from his phone to you.
You frowned, âIâm sorry, I donât even know what possessed me.â You sighed, âWell I do, they say third trimester can make you start nesting.â
âNesting?â
You glared are the way he snorted as if not believing you, âItâs a fact, you can look it up.â
âThe fuck is that even supposed to be? What are you, a bird?â
âIt means you just get the innate urge to justâŠâ you puffed your cheeks, ignoring that look he was giving you, âClean and decorate and justâŠI donât know I canât describe it! Just wish I had my own place to do that with and prepare for the baby.â
Jungkook sighed, his eyes went from looking at you to dropping down to your stomach, it was round when you had first come to the estate, but it was evident six weeks had passed, âThen maybe itâs time we talk about a nursery.â
You paused, getting ready to take another drink from your cup but it never meets to your lips.
Jungkook sighed, âI know you donât wanna talk about it, but finding your brother has quite literally lead me to dead ends I didnât even think would exist. Youâre almost thirty weeks pregnant, thatâs less than three months.â
âOkay yeah I can do basic math, but itâs already been almost two months. Surely it wonât take another two months to find him,â You pressed your lips together nervously.
âWould it be so terrible if you gave birth in the estate? Itâll probably be a better experience than the hospital.â Jungkook commented, picking up his coffee as he took a sip.
It wasnât that you were against giving birth in the estate, professional staff in the comforts of a bed? That was a luxury every woman could only dream of having, it was more the aftermath of it.
The idea of still living at the estate post pregnancyâŠit was a dangerous thought, it was too close to the life you had once wanted with Jungkook.
You just werenât sure how to articulate that too him.
Jungkook finally raised a brow at you, noticing your lack of reply.
âI justâŠdonât want to get too comfortable at the estate.â You finally spoke carefully, âI don't think that's good for anybody involved.â
âI understand but I also donât like being unprepared- in any aspect concerning me or my estate, and that includes you whether you want it or not.â Jungkook replied, âJust because a nursery is there doesnât mean itâll ever be used, itâll just be there so first of all, you stop moving all my shit and you have a place to do your bird stuff-â
âNesting.â You glared, lips quirking into a pout as your hands wrapped around your stomach.
Jungkookâs lips curved a little, âBird stuff. And second, if it does turn out that your stay is extended, itâll be ready.â
You still werenât completely sold on the idea, if anything you felt like it would just feed into the delusion even further.
âWhy hello there mama.â Another voice suddenly cut in, grabbing a chair from the empty table next to you both and plopping it on the side of your table.
Jungkook immediately straightened up, eyes glaring daggers that could definitely kill, âWhat the fuck are you doing here?â
âYoongi!â
The man brushed his black hair from his eyes a quirky smirk on his face as he shrugged, âUh Iâm just stopping in to say hello to my favorite barista who got put on bed rest early.â
A smile twisted on your lips, you were familiar with his face, he had been a regular for almost two years, the realization however quickly hit that Jungkook was very acquainted with this man.
You felt flabbergasted for a moment, you couldnât believe you never made the connection that the regular customer Yoongi was also Underboss business partner Yoongi.
âItâs nice to see you again Yoongi! I can't believe I didnât recognize you as Jungkookâs partnerâŠâ You sheepishly smiled.
Jungkook clearly didnât share the same sentiment, his nostrils flared and he looked ready to maul his partner.
âNah probably for the best you didnât realize. You as well, you look only a thousand times prettier, have that pregnancy glow about you.â Yoongi threw your a wink.
Jungkook wasnât sure what made him more violent, the fact that you both were already well acquainted or Yoongi so casually flirting with you.
It was part of his personality but it still didnât make any attention he or any other male gave you, any easier for Jungkook to witness.
âIf you arenât here for business, get the fuck away from our table.â Jungkook gritted his teeth, as if it took every fiber of his being to not right hook.
Yoongi didnât seem phased, âOh I was just in the area, been coming to Serendipity for a long while now, and then I suddenly see my favorite barista whoâs been gone for two months, of course I have have to say hello.â
âOkay well you said hello, now go the fuck away.â
âJungkook!â You said sternly, âDonât be so stubborn, Yoongi can sit with us for a few minutes at least.â
His eyes were a raging fire as they burned into you, his chest puffing but he said no more as Yoongi observed you both, a smirk on his face as he leaned back in his chair.
âHow are you enjoying the estate Y/n?â
You smiled tenderly, âThe company makes it honestly, I donât know what Iâd do without Jungkook and Yeonjun.â
âYeonjun?â Jungkook looked like he sucked on a sour lemon as he spat the name out.
âI still want my apartment back but Iâve made the most of the it. What about you? Why havenât you come to visit if you knew where I was?â You asked, curious as to what the man had been up too.
Yoongiâs gaze flickered to Jungkook, âWellâŠletâs just say I was asked to not drop by unless it was absolutely necessary.â
âAnd it isnât.â Jungkook gritted.
âOkay well first of all this doesnât count cause weâre not at the estate, second of all youâre not the only one who has relations to Y/n, I mean have you ever had this womanâs chai? Or her baked cinnamon rolls? Talented hands right there.â Yoongi stretched out in his seat, that playful nature about him.
âOh donât flatter me.â You shooed his praise.
âNo you deserve all the praise in the world, in fact you deserve-â
âWeâre going.â Jungkook stood up from his seat, sick of this if he had to hear one more word come out of his stupid partners mouth.
âJungkook!â You complained, but nevertheless took his hand when he offered it, âPlease visit Yoongi, youâre conversation is always welcomed.â
Yoongi only smiled, sunk into his seat as he watched the tall broody figure practically drag you away, it made him laugh in amusement.
Yoongi by no means kept an eye on you the last two years for his own benefit, but he supposed somethings would always remain thankless.
He had accomplished what he wanted though, evidently no matter how much Jungkook talked- and he talked a lot, it was clear he had grown possessive over you in the last few months.
Yoongi shook his head in amusement, watching the viper leave the parking lot through the window, he was happy to see that old spark in his partner return.
âWhat was that about!â You complained, immediately dialing the heat down to sixty in the car.
âYou shouldnât be talking to him,â Jungkook grumbled, hands gripping the steer wheel as if he was trying to strangle it, âIf you care about your babyâs safety youâll make an active effort to not talk to him.â
âHes been one of my regulars for like two years,â you complained, âHow was I supposed to know he was your partner? I never even officially met him! What makes him anymore dangerous then you? Hm?â
Jungkook deflated, obviously not having a good reason, âThe difference is Iâm protecting you.â
âOh so youâre saying he wouldnât?â
âThe point,â Jungkook gritted his teeth in annoyance, âIs donât talk to him.â
You frowned as you twisted to fully look at Jungkook, was heâŠjealous?
âAre you mad that Iâm paying attention to someone else?â You asked upfront, you could only be discreet about so many things.
âIâm not madâ.
âNo youâre definitely mad.â You replied pointedly.
âIâm annoyed that my business partner is talking to me outside of business.â Jungkook replied.
âBut he was talking to me, not you.â You crossed your arms.
âHe was doing that on purpose.â Jungkook huffed.
It was silent for a long moment as you folded your hands into your lap.
Of course you didnât have to point it out, but truthfully it felt too ridiculous to not? âAre you jealous?â
âNo.â
There was another pause.
âWhy would I be jealous?â
âYou tell me,â you replied, a pout on your lips, âYou always do this when someone talks to me, men specifically.â
âDo you actually want an honest answer?â Jungkook looked even more annoyed, even so much as throwing you a frosty glance before his eyes returned to the road.
You blinked before a troubled frown slowly curved on your lips, you could think of several ways heâd be honest and none of them youâd be able to fully believe.
âWhat I want,â you took a breath, âIs to be able to have a conversation without you looking like youâre shooting daggers out of your eyes.â
âI wasnât shooting daggers out of my eyes.â
You puffed your cheeks, âWell you claim you donât do a lot of things, that you do in fact, do.â
âHow about we just stop talking.â Jungkook replied.
You pouted but spoke no more as you yawned.
âDo you wanna go home?â
You nodded with a small groan, âYeah, I need to take a nap,â you nodded with another yawn.
Jungkook only nodded in return, eyes occasionally glancing at you, attempting to sleep in the car, when did his life start revolving around you this much?
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older - LECLERC
pairings: charles leclerc x male!singer!reader (fc: luke hemmings)
summary: singer yn ln releases a love song with his boyfriend, and the public are not prepared for who it is about
authors note: this has been on my mind for SO LONG. i honestly dont like how many fics ive been doing on the same people (charles, lando etc) but whenever i go to start a new one on my list for someone else i think of something that i have to dođ also in this reader is not a part of 5sos but close friends with the 3, wfttwtaf is readers album and older is exclusivly the readers song
authors note 2: i wanted to quickly clarify i am NOT speculating that charles or luke are gay/queer and this is not my intentions. luke obviously sings older and i find it easier to visualise it this way, while the reader in this is male, this could also be read as gn!reader. this is FICTION please do not tkae this as me speculating anything
authors note 3: i didnt really know what i was doing with this so its kind of all over the place and very rushed :/ but then again when arent my smau all over the place?? also can you tell i hate writing comments by the way i just dontđ
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we started this song together back in 2020 and picked it back up at the end of 2022
'Older' was originally a voice memo of a 50âs-style love song that we wrote together, then forgot about. when thinking of concepts for my debut album i stumbled across the memo and fell in love with it all over again, but i put it aside yet again as to me, it deserved more than the album
the song has changed a lot from the original voice memo, but the meaning has stayed the same throughout. despite all the beauty, the ups and downs of a long-term relationship over many years, thereâs inevitably going to be the worst moment of your love because one of you is going to lose each other
capturing those feelings in a song was tricky but ultimately we wrote from the heart and i think it shows in the song itself
this has always been a song between us, so having him play on this song was very importnt to me and im glad he said yes
older is now yours
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im very pleased to announce a very special one off show at the Royal Albert Hall in London this November 18th. I will be playing a bunch of tracks from my debut album and may be joined to play some others aswell! Tickets on sale this monday at 10 am BST. Lots of love always, yn x
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thank you for an incredible night at the royal albert hall
looking back at the best night of my life, i need to thank each and every one of you who allowed this dream to come true, i will never be able to thank you guys enough
performing in my dream venue, with my favorite people in the world was something i never thought was possible and yet here i am, writing this still on my high from last night
thank you to my friends; michael, ashton and calum who took the time to come to london and perform their songs with me, thank you for always loving me and agreeing to my crazy ideas
to my team and everyone who worked to make this night as special as it could be, thank you. thank you for making my htoughts a reality and making this night as wonderful as possible
thank you to the staff who worked throughout the show to make sure everyone was safe, well and looked after. you truly do not get as much credit as you deserve and i apreciate the hard work you put in to keep everyone happy
thank you to those who joined me, i wish each and every one of you who wanted to could have been there. thank you for singing along and listening to me pour my heart and soul into my music
thank you for letting me do this x
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user55: not the pcd hitting alreadyâčïž
user1: and im supposed to pretend i didnt see yn and 5sos perform os/co??
user89: CHARLES?? YN IS DATING CHARLES??
user91: AND HE CAME ON STAGE?? AND THEY PERFORMED OLDER??
user50: i cant believe i saw this all happen live
user47: THANK YOU TO WHOEVER WAS RUNING THE GRAINY LIVESTREAM I OWE YOU MY LIFEđ§đ§đ»ââïžđ§đ»ââïž
ashtonirwin: thank you for everything yn. youre a real life angel
user16: NO CHARLES MENTION??
user9: BESTIE HE HAS A WHOLE POST
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after having time to process this show, I feel so overcome with gratefulness. my music means so much to me and seeing so many people resonate with it in a live space was so special for me.
charlie, my life would literally fall apart without you and this would have never happened without you giving me the confidence to do so, i hold so much love and admiration for you
thank you for joining me on such a special night and performing our song with me, thank you for sticking with me through it all and thank you for allowing me to share this part of my life with you
i sometimes wonder where i would be if i didnt find you, if i wasnt blessed with your love. i try to think about the times before you, before us, but both feel impossible to do after feeling your love
life with you is so special and i promise to always cherish and love you
merci de m'avoir laissé vieillir avec toi, merci de m'avoir laissé t'adorer, merci de m'avoir choisi (thank you for letting me get old with you, thank you for letting me adore you, thank you for choosing me)
yn x
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charles_leclerc: mon ange, je t'aimerai toujours (my angel, I will always love you)
charles_leclerc: je suis tellement privilĂ©giĂ©e d'ĂȘtre celle que tu aimesđ€đ€ (I'm so privileged to be the one you love)
yourusername: vieillir avec toi ne semble pas si effrayantđ€đ€ (growing old with you doesn't seem so scary)
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As you've likely seen by now, I've been reblogging nearly every Hazbin fic you have, which I apologize if that bothers you at all. I simply see a lack of the x male reader department for this show, which is ironic considering mostly all the characters are queer and so are the creators. So thank you for what you write and how well you write it! I was hoping I could make a request for a part two of a fic I rather liked "(Vox x bar tander!Male reader)" this one specifically. The reader left off having their soul contract bought and offered to be a bartender at the Vee's private bar, and I was wondering what would happen from there?
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Warnings: Attempted Rape, violance V@lentino
Habit of saving
as a thank you pt.2
Vox x bartender!male reader
"I just dont fucking understand why the fuck you prefer the company of a lowly bartender over mine"
You hear Valentino's yelling from the other room, again.
This was not uncommon. Since you became the bartender in the Vees manor Vox visited the bar more often than before.
You guys spent hours talking and just because of the drinks either, he barely drunk anything cuz he was busy talking to you.
However, this of course annoyed Valentino. He wanted Vox's attention purely on himself.
"I don't." Said Vox, you know, like a lier.
"Work has just been really stressful lately and I need more drinks than before."
This was all lies. But Vox was not in the mood to be taking Valentino's shit, he would much rather go get a drink with you.
"Bullshit, I know how your work is and you blame everything on it, you dont even want to fuck me anymore are you a fucking moron do you know how many people want to get with ME."
And here he goes again. Vox was a little embarrassed though. It was true that since you arrived he was never in the mood to do it with Val, but he found himself having much more sex dreams with you.
He got red at the thought of that.
"You know what, I don't fucking care, go be happy with your boy toy; but don't you dare forget that you are where you are because of me." Ended the Argument Valentino as he grabbed a bottle from above your head, and walked out of the room.
You were silent during the whole argument. You knew it was not smart to start defending Vox you tried that once and, well, Vox had to stich you up afterwards.
"Care for a drink, sir?" You asked Vox. He was still, just standing in the middle of the room looking at the door.
He felt weird. Well, not weird, happy. But that was strange. Usually he felt guilty or annoyed when Valentino stormed off after a fight, usually he wanted to go after him. But not now. Now he felt...calm. Relieved even. He really wanted to sit down and have that drink with you.
"Yes, I would love a drink, and I've told you multiple times to call me Vox."
"Yeah I know but I didn't want to risk Val still hearing it." You chuckled.
"So, the usual, Vox?"
"Obviously." He answered back.
"Are you ok?" You asked as you poured his drink. You two were close enough for this not to be an awkward question. You were the bartender, you have comforted him after a night of drunken crying and put him to bed multiple times. He always asked you to stay. You never did. You just didn't feel ready yet.
"Getting better by the day, his antics don't affect me as strongly anymore." He commented calmly.
"I'm glad." You gave him his drink and you two continued talking.
And you talked, long into the night. Vox got a bit drunk again.
"All right mister I think it's time to get you to bed." You said smiling softly as you were about to jump from behind the bar and help him to his room.
"I can take care of him." Came a creepy calm voice from the door way. You saw Valentino.
He had a fake smile on his face. You knew this was trouble but he was kind of your boss.
"All right, sir." You just answered quietly, as Val took Vox and started to take him to his room.
"What-no, you-- (Y/N)--I, don't"
Vox mumbled drunken.
When they left the room you had a silent debate with yourself.
Yes Val was your boss. But you knew that taking advantage of someone while they're drunk was not below him.
"Fuck it" you mumbled to yourself as you jumped from behind the bar and tried to quietly run after them.
Thankfully you found them when they were about to enter the room.
When they got in you made sure to put your foot between the door and the frame so it doesn't close.
You peered into the room and you saw Val throw Vox onto the bed.
"You fucking whore, you couldn't keep your hands of the cute bartender boy could you."
He started angrily as he stepped onto Vox's screen, breaking it. You already wanted to barge in there when you saw this but when he started unbuckling his belt, thats when you snapped.
You jumped on Val, literally. And while the man might be powerful he had close to no muscles so he crumbled under you.
You knew you had close to no chance of winning. But you didn't care. You had to save Vox.
You tried to cut off Val's breathing by holding onto his neck for dear life. You might have been physically stronger he was still an overlord. A very powerful one.
You expected to be thrown down onto the floor any minute when the struggling finally stopped.
Your eyes opened widely as you hurriedly got off of Valentino.
You started panicking. What the fuck did you just kill an overlord? No, no there is no way he is so powerful why didn't he stop you.
You kneeled down and checked for a heart beat.
When you felt faint beating a boulder fell off your shoulder.
"Thank fuck" you commented to yourself. He probably just passed out.
But still why didn't he stop you.
You thought about it a but when it hit you. He was probably batshit drunk himself. You saw that when he walked away from the bar he barely managed to walk straight.
You were still panting.
You looked over at Vox and a strong feeling of sadness filled you.
You stepped over Vals passed out form and lifted up Vox.
He was lighter than you thought. You carried him all the way to your room where you knew you had a first aid kit.
Sure you could have just bring the first aid kit to him but you were not going to leave him alone with Valentino jot even for a second. Not even when they're both passed out.
After you put Vox's screen back together and batched him up you laid him down onto your bed.
This gave you time to think things through.
Even you couldn't explain to yourself why you cared about Vox this much.
Its true you have become very close during your time working here.
But there are people who you have known longer yet do not love as much as him.
...love?
You love him?
"(Y/N)"
While you were occupied with your thought you didn't notice the time. It was morning already.
"Yeah, Vox?"
"What the fuck happened?" He asked as he started touching his patched up screen.
You told him everything. You also told him that you will very likely have to leave because once Val wakes up...you don't want to know what he'll do to you.
"He can't do anything your soul is mine you are under my protection." He said firmly. He sat silently after that. Like someone who is contemplating something.
"Can I ask you something?"
He asked after a long silence.
"Of course"
"Why did you save me?"
This surprised you.
"Well, I mean I know what Val is like and...I just did what any normal person would do really-"
"No. You know no one in hell would to that for the demon that owns their soul. Not to mention this was the second time you saved me."
"...I honestly don't know why I did it the first time; I guess I just felt like...I dont know"
"And the second time."
You couldn't answer this. You knew the answer but you didn't want to say it.
"Well, you are a nice boss you treat me with kindness and-"
"No one would attack a powerful overlord just to safe their boss who is just 'nice'; try answering truthfully this time."
Well fuck. You knew Vox was a smart man but that didn't help you in this situation.
"I..." you didn't know what to do. You could come up with another lie but he would detect it no problem.
"I love you" you blurted out before you could stop yourself. The moment the words left your lips you smacked your hands onto your lips.
"I'm sorry sir I will leave-"
Vox took your hand in his when you wanted to stand up and pulled you towards him.
With one swift movement he placed his lips on your in a tender kiss.
You have never kissed a screen before but you were pretty sure it wasn't supposed to be like this.
His lips were soft but cold. It was an amazing kiss.
"Oh, you're not going anywhere." Said Vox while he let out a little chuckle.
"Because I love you too."
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hi fayebae, imma send these before i go for my hiatus again(im not sure if you alr have smth planned for tyun n hyuka! cos i know u have a yj fic thats coming soon, so ill send these in for them)
was thinking of tyun x reader for this
uk the series âacademy reincarnationâ!! There was a salsa dance ep! I was thinking that reader decided to sign up to the salsa academy where tyun is one of the instructors?/student! reader wanted to learn salsa for the longest time but has always been afraid to as one would usually need to dance in pairs. afraid of having any physical contact with any stranger(due to a trauma she formed from a relationship), even tho it was difficult, reader eventually let down her walls with tyun as the many practice sessions go by, she finds herself now looking forward to salsa practices as thats the only time she can see tyun! And she craves his touch. During one of the practices, they got so lost in the dance that their faces ended up really close to each other! Tension arises(she wants him, he wants her, dare i say more đ€smut of course!) [didnt wanna write too much to allow ur creative freedom!!]
i hope this is good gah(just thought i should send smth in for the other members too hehe, pls dont put aside ur wip again!! Do this after ure done w ur yj one gah) love u my soobie fav boobieđ
TENDER TOUCH
TH 002 .F22 2024
wc 5.3k
pairings gentle!Taehyun x abused!reader
warnings physical and sexual abuse, traumatic experience, traumatized reader, protected sex, abusive ex-boyfriend (idk what else did I miss)
faye's note *insert: Taehyun's ìŽë ìì§ (where am I) in bobađł* as promised, here's my second fic for the day! this is my first Taehyun fic and I'm fucking obsessed that it got up to 5.3k words, wth. Anyways, @inkigayocamman I know you requested a Tae fic, but here's another one for u to enjoy I guess while I'm still working on it. đââïž I hope you like this too! And ofc, to my one and only Beomgyu's kitten, I love your brain, it's so sexy omfg. I'm totally sat. Plus yeah, the yj fic is still on the line. đ€Ł Anyway, I did a few research(again) for this fic, so I hope it turned out good, fingers crossed!
Edit: Thanks for proofreading the whole ass fic @babymochibeargyu I'm dead now. đđ luv uuuu đđ
"Learn how to dance Salsa, we offer multiple dance forms for beginners to professionals. Come join us..." You mumbled reading the flyer your friend handed you.
"Jia, you know I can't do anything like this anymore." You sighed as you handed her back the flyer.
"I know, I know, it's because of your trauma, right? But maybe this is the way that can only help you overcome that trauma," She started, "I'm worried about you taking this class but I'm more worried about you carrying that trauma all throughout your life." Jia gently holds your hand, still careful not to scare you with the skin contact.
You're lost in your thought for a while thinking if you can really let go of your trauma after all this time. It's been so long since you haven't engaged in any relationship after your last one.
"I-I'll think about it." You sighed, you really wanted to be free but you just didn't know how to start. "Please do, I really wanted to help you." Jia's eyes are full of worry, sadness and guilt. Because it's been so long yet she can't do anything to help.
You've always been wanting to learn how to dance Salsa. It's like your little dream ever since, however, your boyfriend from your last relationship did not even want you to be touched nor be grazed by any man's skin. You insisted you could just pair with a girl but he threatened you to hurt anyone who will be around you if you kept on insisting to register for the dance class. You ended up not registering for the class and burying your little dance dream into the depths of your heart.
The following week, you found yourself standing in front of the dance academy building. Breathing slowly, thinking deeply whether you really want to do it or not. You were clutching on the flyer tightly. Your knees fell weak as you stumbled down, retreating all the way to the confinement of your apartment to hide from the world.
It took so much courage for you to do this. Especially when you ended up trying once again a week later. You're standing in the front of the building, staring at the swaying banner of the academy with a "SALSA DANCE ACADEMY" written on it.
You softly knocked on the door before opening it. "Hi! Come in! How may I help you?" You were greeted with s young lady, clad in a salsa dance costume. She looks bright and bubbly.
"I.. Uhm.. wanted to register for the class." You meekly answered as you slid down on the chair. "May I know your name?" The lady picked up the pen on the table and grabbed a file.
"Y/n...y/n s/n." You silently answered.
"What class would you like to be included in?" The lady's smile never faltered. Her bright aura makes you feel comfortable for a bit. "What do you offer?" You asked back.
"Well, we have group sessions and we also have one-on-one lessons," you nodded at her, signaling her to keep going. "In group sessions, there will be 15 pairs -- 30 individuals in a class, plus the 2 dance instructors," you felt pressured with just the thought of being included in the group. "In the one-on-one class, we will find you a pair if you still have none, or you can bring one, and then also a pair of instructors," she explained.
"I'll take the latter."
"Please sign here and we'll wait for another one to sign up." She smiled again at you. You were thinking of bringing your friend to the class.
"By any chance, can I bring a girl for the one-on-one class?" Her expression suddenly turned sad, "I'm afraid we are only taking a man and a woman as a pair for the one-on-one class. Usually, the pairs who sign up for the one-on-one class end up acquiring advanced skills than those who are in the group."
You thought of backing out once again but you shook your head to clear your mind. You're already here, you're already a step closer to the most awaited time of your life: to let go of your trauma.
"We'll call you once we receive another sign-up for a one-on-one class. Thank you for dropping by." The lady waved her hand as you stepped outside.
You shrunk to the corner of the door, people are looking at you but you're too occupied to even give a damn.
It's been a week. You didn't know how to explain how you felt. Half of you felt happy that you hadn't received a call yet, because that would only means you didn't have to do it anymore and there wouldn't be anymore skin contact for you to trigger your trauma. However, the other half of you felt disappointed. You would have been lying if you said that you didn't get your hopes up, thinking that this would be the way to be finally free from your trauma.
"Still haven't received a call?" Your friend placed the pizza she brought on your coffee table. Today was the day she would usually pay you a visit to your apartment. She started doing this from 2 years ago, when you and your ex-boyfriend finally broke up.
You hummed in response as you dug out the box of pizza. Nevertheless, you don't want to bring your thoughts about the dance academy again.
A couple of minutes passed when your phone rang, causing both your heads to look towards your phone
"Hello?"
"Hi! Can I talk to Ms. Y/n s/n?" The voice over the line spoke brightly.
"Y/n speaking." You just answered back, looking at your friend who's anticipating a piece of good news.
"We just want to inform you that someone already signed up for the one-on-one class as your pair. The class will start this Monday, are you fine with it?" Your friend sighed in relief as soon as she heard it.
"O-okay. Sure." You felt a rush of anxiety travel throughout your body, as your fingers trembled hanging up the call.
"Hey, it's okay." Your friend wrapped the thick blanket around your shoulders before hugging you. Afraid that she might trigger your trauma. "You'll be fine." She tries to calm you down by rubbing your back.
2 days passed by quickly. Enough to make you coil up in bed instead of getting up. Your phone vibrates from an incoming message.
Dearest Jia: Take care later, okay? I know you can do it. I won't be able to go because of work, so I hope you understand:< but I'll pick you up when you're done! <3
You: I don't feel like going.
Dearest Jia: Noooo! You've come this far. You should go, I know you can do this!
You: Fine, I'll text you when I'm done with the class.
You tossed your phone on the bed as you grunt into your pillow. You're just glad your dance class starts at 3 in the afternoon. You still had a lot of time to prepare your body and mind.
Quarter to 3, you're already in front of the building, a few people going in at the same time. Probably for the group session. You wanted to go home but the lady called you out.
"Y/n! Please come in. I'll accompany you to the assigned room. I'm Daeun, btw." She extended her hand to you but you froze. You're too afraid. But someone else caught Daeun's hand. "I'm Taehyun, the one who signed up for the pair." A tall guy appeared on your side, shaking her hand. "I-i'm y/n." You meekly introduced yourself without touching any of them. The lady looked confused at first but she shrugged it off.
"Okay, I'll leave you two here, Mr. and Mrs. Hwang are inside already."
Taehyun pushed the door open, you were both greeted with a polished wooden floor and mirror walls in the wide room. Two people were sitting in the corner. They must be your instructors.
"Please come in!" The lady waved at the both of you.
"Do you know each other?" The man asked which the both of you only answered by shaking your head.
"I think we should start our class with an introduction. Don't you think?" The lady nodded.
"I'm Mr. Hwang and this is Mrs. Hwang. She's my wife and we mainly teach one-on-one classes. You are?" They turn their gaze to Taehyun.
"My name is Kang Taehyun. I also dance but not in this genre. So I wanted to learn this." They then looked at you.
"I... I am y/n. I signed up for the class t-to overcome my t-rauma." Your words are slurred, and your reason made your instructors gasp. "I-I used to be in a r-relationship. And t-they're the reason why I can't e-even touch people or let other p- people t-touch me." You bit your lip as you look up at them.
"Honey, but I'm afraid this dance requires a lot of holding and touching, what should we do?" Mrs. Hwang clasped both of her hands on her mouth as she turned a bit emotional.
"By any chance, can you hold someone when there's a barrier between them? Like, there is no direct skin-to-skin contact?" Taehyun spoke up, you nodded lightly at him. "It's been two years so I think I can tolerate it to an extent."
"Then I think we're good Mrs. Hwang. I'm thinking of using a glove or something. If that's what makes her comfortable. I don't mind at all." Taehyun remarked.
Taehyun ended up wearing gloves for your dance class. And as much as possible, he's avoiding any of your exposed body parts. He's also lightly touching you that you feel as though it's just air grazing your body.
So far so good, the 3-hour class ended up okay. Jia picked you up 30 minutes later after you texted her that you were done.
Your dance class went well the next day. And the day after that. And the following days after that. Days became weeks, weeks became months. It's all going well, with Taehyun's careful assistance over you.
Today was the day you decided to step further to your goal.
"Taehyun, I think we can now stop using the gloves. We've been dancing for a month now and I hate it whenever I think about the gloves. It feels like I'm being disgusted by you or something." You stated to Taehyun once the two of you were on a quick break. Within one month, you grew closer to Taehyun. The quick breaks were your time to tell stories to each other.
"Are you sure? You're not making me feel like any of that, by the way. But are you sure you can do it now?" His eyes seek yours. You simply nodded as you removed your jacket leaving you with your t-shirt on.
"Are you two, okay? Shall we continue?" Your dance instructor asked, checking on you, as you and Taehyun stood up. Taehyun discarded the gloves he was using on top of his bag as he folded his long-sleeved t-shirt up to his elbow.
You started off well. Taehyun holding your hand as gently as he could as usual. Letting you turn around with some quick footwork. It was all good actually, until he needed to lean in, holding your waist and your thigh. One more turn, his arms and fingers graze through your arms. His delicate fingers holding your waist once again. A quick turnaround. A step faster. A more closer proximity.
"You fucker! Come back here! I know what you did!"
"S-stop! We're already over Han!" You squealed as you blocked the door with your body.
"You're fucking dead meat when this door opens!"
Your tears wouldn't stop flowing from your cheeks as you kept your body pressed on the banging door. Han has been your boyfriend for 9 months now. At first, he was so good to you, treating you like the princess you deserved to be. But it was too good to be true that you started to feel it was wrong. Just 2 months ago he started hurting you physically and abusing you sexually. He was too obsessed with you too that he sometimes he would start locking you up in your apartment. Even your requests got declined. At first, you let it pass as you thought it was normal. But you started earning bruises and wounds. You barely ate, barely drank, you even barely slept. You would often get fevers too. The slightest noise would make your soul jump out and the slightest movement would make you flinch.
Jia, your friend, was the one who advised you to report him. So you did, that was why he was here banging at your door.
Han's voice can no longer be heard, hence you decided to quickly hide in your closet, as you dug out your spare phone you had hidden to contact your friend.
You quickly called Jia, telling her to call the police or something but you were cut off when the door bursts open. Han was holding a gun and laughing hysterically.
"Fuck you, you bitch! You're really dead!" You quickly covered your mouth.
"Come out, kitten. Come out from wherever the fuck you're hiding!" His voice echoed through the room drowning your quiet sobs.
That's when he forcefully opened the closet you're hiding. "Ohhh, you look so scared kitten, why?" He cooed at you as his lips stretched to form a mocking grin. "Move to the bed!" You shook your head. "Fucking move to the bed!" He fired a warning shot at the mirror, crashing it. You yelped at the noise. With your trembling body, you quickly scrambled your way to the bed covering your bruised-up body.
"Strip." He commanded as he pointed the gun at you. With no choice left, and your life at stake, you did what he ordered.
He crashed his lips on yours harshly. When he noticed you didn't kiss him back, he slapped you. Blood flowed through your lips as you choked on your sobs. With the gun still pointed at your head, he started harassing you again. His hand left a bruised mark on your neck as he tightly squeezes it. You could almost see the white light as your weak body just let him do anything. There was no use thrashing around as if you had accepted your dying fate.
"Freeze!" Was the only thing you heard before everything around you went black.
You opened your eyes inside the hospital, pulled every apparatus attached to your body and started screaming. It made Jia scream out and call for a doctor. They couldn't calm you down so they needed to give you a shot for temporary sleep.
Everything came swirling back to you. Pushing Taehyun away, causing your body to crash on the wooden floor. "Shit!" Taehyun cursed under his breath as he hurriedly pushed back his sleeves and wore the gloves again, picking up your jacket at the same time, before coming back to you. Your instructors let out a shock gasp as they also rushed over to you.
"Please grab a blanket or any thick clothing!" Taehyun shouts as he tries to ease you by covering your shoulder with your jacket.
Mr. Hwang passed Taehyun his padded jacket he always brought with him. Taehyun carefully wrapped the thick jacket around your body. He holds your face as he tries to soothe you.
"Y/n, look at me, please look at me." Sweat started to form on his forehead as tears freely flowed down your cheeks. "Please, look at me, and breathe slowly. Breathe slowly. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale." Taehyun guided your breathing as his glove-cladded hands rubbed your cheeks.
Mrs. Hwang was panicking but Mr. Hwang tried to calm her down before he went out to grab a glass of water.
Your heartbeat slowed down for at least a bit. Taehyun guiding you helped somehow as you slowly calmed down. Taehyun got the water from Mr. Hwang and held it in front of you as he let you sip on the water slowly.
"Are you feeling okay now?" Taehyun tucked your sweaty hair behind your ears. His eyes were full of worry. "Do you wanna go home and rest?" He's still carefully rubbing your shoulder. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have removed the gloves. That was too risky." Taehyun mumbled as he hesitated to hold your hand.
That same afternoon, he called your friend over. He introduced himself and explained the situation. He let your friend take you home as he bid you two goodbye. You're lucky it was Friday at that time so you don't have to worry about waking up the next morning to go to your dance class. For the next two days, you spent it caving in your room. It helped you calm down.
Monday. You opened the door. You laughed at the scene in front of your eyes.
"What's that?" You chuckled as you placed your bag on the corner. Taehyun looks at himself in the mirror. He's totally covered. He's wearing a thicker glove and a padded jacket. His usual dress pants are now sweats. He's even wearing a mask. He scratched the back of his head.
"Pft. That's too much. Don't worry I'm fine now. Thank you by the way." You smiled at him.
"Are you sure? Because that scared me. I don't know what to do." He removed his jacket along with the face mask and the thick gloves.
"Mhm, I'm sure." You assured him.
"Okay then. We'll try again. Slowly this time." His eyes are full of concern as he looks at you. You smiled at him as you accepted his hand.
For another month, Taehyun tried to connect with you. Stopping whenever needed. Wearing the things he needs to wear whenever he can sense your anxiety rising. For once, you realize how he gently holds you. How he's always careful with you, treating you like a fragile glass that would easily break if you weren't handled correctly. One month passed without much problem. If anything, you're actually growing accustomed to it.
For some reason, you learned to feel comfortable with Taehyun's touch. The graze of his skin, his fingers, and his touch never terrified you anymore, and his existence no longer made you panic.
Now, he's solely the reason why you're still attending your dance class. You're slowly putting your trust in him. You're slowly putting your walls down. He can now hold your hand without fear. He can now dance without thinking that you would startled. He slowly introduced you to the steps that requires your body to be closer. Teaching you how the steps are supposed to be done. You're no longer panicking. Even when your face is just only few inches from him, you were actually smiling at each other. You no longer feared his touch. If anything, he's only leaving you all tingly with his warm skin.
You could feel the warmth radiating off his body. Whenever you leaned on his chest, it made your heart flutter. His breath on your shoulder, your neck, any part of your body makes the knot in your stomach twist tighter.
You're slowly craving for his touch. For how he cares for you, for how he tends to you. Whenever you're home, he keeps popping into your head. How his sharky smile appears whenever he's happy. The small noises he made. His cat-like attitude. He's the perfect example of hot, sexy and cute.
Every last week of the month, you would have all the time to yourselves to gather all your skills acquired. Because every once a month, you had to show what you have learnt in class. This now left the two of you alone in the dance studio. Perfecting every step and move you needed to show on evaluation day.
Taehyun's lingering touches left you all tingly. His deep voice sent a shiver down your spine. His breath alone makes your mind go in a twist.
"One step back, two steps to the front... One turn and... Lean you down." He's matching his words on every beat of the step. You thought it only happens in a fantasy world. But it was like the world stopped when his eyes were fixed on yours. His steady breath makes you hold yours. His eyes traveled down to your lips as he gulped. He mumbles a soft "You're pretty," before pulling you back to stand on both your feet.
His hands are both on your face as he slowly backs you to the mirror. His breath is unsteady and warm. The moment he got you pressed on the mirror, he leaned his forehead on yours as he closed his eyes.
"You're really pretty. So pretty I'm afraid I can't control myself." He whispered. Your hands were on his chest, you felt how his heart was thumping so hard.
"S-should we head out early?" You whispered, your hot puffs of breath touching his lips got him reeling as he cursed under his breath.
He quickly pulls away, holds your hand and grabs both of your bags. Both heading outside to his car. "Tell your friend I'm taking you home instead." The air in the car throughout the drive was so thick. His hands were gripping on the wheels, tapping impatiently when the road slowed down.
"Calm down, Tae, I'm not going anywhere." You chuckled as you placed your hand above his when it was resting on the gear shift. He throws a quick glance at you. He bit his lip as a flush crept up on his cheeks.
The drive was short, but Taehyun's action made it look like it was not. He hurriedly got out of his car, running over to your side to open the door for you as he held your hand. His jittery steps were heavy as you both made your way to his humble home.
"Come in." He nervously spoke as he placed his shoe on the rack, switching the light on in the process.
"D-do you want a drink or something?" He was almost running towards the kitchen.
You flop on his couch, making yourself comfortable at some point. "Come here, instead," you chuckled, "You're so anxious for no reason, Taehyun." He sat down beside you, wiping his sweaty palms on his dress pants as he sighed. You scoot over, holding his face, lips just a few inches apart.
"Wait," he pushed you a bit, "a-are you sure about this?" You nodded and smiled at him. "G-give me a minute." He rummaged through his back pocket pulling a handkerchief. You looked at him confused.
He unfolded the handkerchief and gently placed the thin fabric on your lips before crashing his lips on yours. He holds your nape as he climbs up on the couch. He slowly laid you down. Lips unmoving, yet it feels so hot. His lips were just merely pressed on yours with the fabric separating both of your soft skin.
He pulled away, kissing your forehead. "I'm sorry." He whispered as if he was the one who did you wrong. You gently pull the handkerchief away as you tangle your fingers in his hair. Taehyun never failed to take care of you in the most gentle way possible. He's not thinking of his pleasure at this point. He's thinking about you. To the point that he even thought of putting a piece of cloth between your lips just to be able to kiss you.
You wanted to cry at how he's taking care of you. Your eyes welled up with tears as you pulled him back. "I'm good now Tae, thank you for taking care of me. There's no need for the hanky." You whispered before your tears rolled down your cheeks as you kissed him, bare.
He's a gentleman. He's too good to be true. But you let your walls fall down and let him enter. You let him protect you instead. But his hungry kiss spoke thousands of emotions. His kisses travel down to your neck.
"Taehyun..." You whimpered as you gripped his hair.
"A bit more... Just a bit more..." He started sucking and biting your neck and shoulder, leaving splotchy red marks. He pulls away for a while, enough time to tug your shirt off your body.
His fingers slowly traced every scar you have on your body. The marks on your chest from the bottle Han once threw at you. The cigarette burns on your stomach. He also pulled down your skirts only to see stitches from your thighs. You got this when Han pushed you down the stairs. His finger draws back to your lips. The scar from the cut when he slapped you is still visible.
You covered your face out of embarrassment. You no longer look pretty with your all bruised-up body. "We can't do this here." Taehyun got up and carried you all the way to his bedroom. He laid you carefully as ever in his bedroom.
The bed dips down at his weight as he kneels between your legs. His head dips down to kiss every scar you have on your delicate body as if he's kissing your trauma away. He took his precious time. Not wanting to scare or startle you at any point. His actions are being done with all tenderness.
"Do you still want me to continue?" He asks when he hovers above your body, his elbows on both sides of your head. "I want you Taehyun, please do..." You whined biting your lip. "How can I say no when you say it like that, sweetheart." He sighed leaning his forehead on yours again. Your arms crawled under his shirt, feeling his toned body hiding beneath the soft cotton shirt he was wearing. "C-can you take it off? I feel so exposed." You mumbled as you tugged his shirt. "Ah, shit, I'm sorry." He quickly backed up to discard his shirt on the floor.
You stared at him when he was all fours above you. His body is totally toned. You can clearly see the firm muscles on his arms. His buff chest and his perfectly defined abs. "Touch me. I won't stop you. Touch me so you won't feel embarrassed anymore. Touch me so you won't feel as if I'm taking advantage of you. Touch me so you won't feel scared." He grabbed one of your hands and placed it on his chest, slowly dragging it down to his abs.
When he lets go of your hands, you continue to drag them down to the waistband of his dress pants. "C-continue..." His eyes were shut close, his lips trapped between his teeth. You can clearly see his abs tightening as he clenches with the graze of your finger on his waist. He gulps when you hook your finger inside. You unhooked the clip that's binding his pants and pulled the zipper down. His breathing hitched at the lingering touches you're leaving on his lower body.
You gently stroked him as you looked for his eyes. His lips were swollen at how he was biting it. "You won't let it out?" You tried taunting him. "Fuck..." He lets go of his long-held breath, hissing through his teeth. "Y-you're making me crazy, sweetheart... You're totally making me crazy..." He huffed as he tucked your hair behind your ear.
"Condom?" You asked. He reached into the small drawer just beside your head, pulling out a packet of condoms. "D'you wanna p-put it in f'me?" His words were short, and he was catching his breath. You gently rubbed the head of his cock as you rip the packet with your teeth.
"S-sweetheart, you're... Shit... You're k-killing me." He shuddered when you pressed at his slit, his jaw clenched tightly, his hand grasping the sheets.
You slowly drag your fingers on his cock as you wrapped it with the condom. "T-take your time... I w-won't do anything to hurt you or...ahh... or m-make you s-scared of me." He's struggling to hold back but he's doing his best. As soon as you were done, you tangled your fingers on his again, pulling him for a kiss. A kiss full of care. Gentle. Delicate. Sweet.
He pulls away, caressing your face once more. He pulls your underwear in one swift motion as he lines himself up on you, slowly pushing in. He continuously soothes you by rubbing his thumb on your cheek. "Don't be scared, hm? I'm here. It's just me..." He keeps on mumbling, repeating the same phrase as you nod back at him.
Once he has bottomed out inside you, he stays still as he continues to plant soft kisses on your face. You were tearing up not because of the trauma anymore, but because of the love and care he's showing you.
He unhooked your bra as he gently groped your breast, his fingers flicked on your nipple as he suck on the other. "Mmm..." You whimpered underneath his big body squirming at how his tongue danced on your nipple. He didn't take long, afraid that he might hurt or trigger your trauma.
"C-can I move now? I might end up c-cumming now. You've been clenching f-for some time..." He muttered under his breath. You nodded and covered your face again.
He pulled both of your hands and intertwined your fingers with him above your head. "Please don't cover your face. You're beautiful. You're still pretty even with your scars. You're still gorgeous even with your fear and trauma. Please... Just let me take care of you. I know it'll be hard for you, but I promise. I promise to hold you dearly and cherish you." His eyes were looking for answers.
"Taehyun... Please... Please take care of me from now on. Please hold me when I feel scared... Make me feel loved..." Your silent weeps were drowned as he kissed your nose. "I'll be your peace, sweetheart." He wiped your tears as he slowly thrusts in you.
"I... I promise to hold you as gently as I can... But... I think I might end up g-going hard right n-now." He buried his face in the crook of your neck.
Your arms reached over his back as your nails dug and dragged over his bare back. "T-Taehyun..." You moaned out his name as you writhed in pleasure beneath him. The slow thrust becomes a little bit more sloppy. The skin slapping echoed through the solitude of his room.
"Fuck. Please forgive me if e-end up going t-too hard. But I promise to d-do my best to hold b-back." He grunted as his thrust went harder. You shook your head wanting him to go harder.
"I-i can't hurt you... I w-won't..." He steadies the way he thrusts inside you making the knot on your stomach tighten as you feel your high just around the corner.
You held him as if your life depended on him, "Taehyun... I'm close." "D-do it, sweetheart. I'm g-gonna cum any m-minute." He pressed his lips on you to drown your moans as you both came. He rubbed your waist as he soothed you before pulling out. Tying the condom and disposing it in the bin, zipping up his pants at the same time.
He bends down to kiss your forehead as he grabs a pack of wet wipes cleaning you up. He picked up his shirt and made you wear it. He finally laid beside you as he pulled you on his chest, running his fingers through your hair.
"Are you hurt anywhere?" He checks on you, to which you replied by shaking your head and a smile. "Sorry for going too hard, I did my best to hold back," he mumbled as he kissed the top of your head. "I'm okay Taehyun. Thank you so much." Your eyes finally close as his warmth embraces you. He hums while still hugging you close to him.
"Please rest now, sweetheart. When you wake up, you no longer have to suffer anymore. You're safe with me. You're finally safe with me."
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SEAâS SECRET â.àłàż*:
Notes: .. sorry for how long this took đ« I started writing then I stopped, then I started, then I stopped, I startedâ also wrote the majority of this sleepy so sorry if itâs wonkyđđ
pairings: merman!chigiri x mayorâs daughter!reader
wc: 1.9k
warnings: reader is fem, thalassophobia(?)
chpt: 1 2 3
You had been visiting the merman almost every day since the day you two met. Over the weeks, youâd grown to know him, and heâd grown to know you. Youâd share stories about your livesâyour hopes and dreams, the mundane tasks of both of your lives, and so on. Each encounter was a revelation, a dance of curiosity and laughter, deepening the bond that had formed between you.
Your regular meeting spot remained by the cliffs, but you always ventured a bit further down the beach, away from prying eyes and the bustle of town. The soft whispers of the waves greeted you as you made your way to the secluded cove. Today, you carried a wicker basket, its woven fibers tightly bound with a little blue ribbon tied on the side.
As you approached the meeting space, you scanned the shimmering sea for his signature raspberry hair. Just as you were about to settle onto the rocks, his head popped out of the water, and a grin spread across your face.
âYouâre late,â Hyoma remarked, feigning indignation, though the gleam in his eyes betrayed his playful demeanor.
You scoffed, a smile dancing on your lips. âOh, am I? Ha, my sincerest apologies, my good sir.â You lifted the flap of the basket and pulled out a piece of fairly warm bread, presenting it like a prized treasure.âI hope this can excuse my tardiness,â you said warmly, placing the basket down and stepping into the cool water, your loose dress swirling around your legs.
Hyoma inched closer, propping himself up on the sandy shore, half in and half out of the water. He took the bread, inspecting it with an air of curiosity. âWhat is this? You eat it?â he asked, tapping the surface of the crusty loaf.
âMhm! I made it myselfâhope itâs still warm.â You boasted, pride swelling in your chest as you watched him take in the aroma of your creation.
He took a cautious bite, his sharp teeth sinking into the crisp yet soft dough. Instantly, his eyes widened, and his fins expanded in delight.Â
âGlad you like it,â you laughed, watching him eagerly take another bite, bits of bread clinging to his cheeks.
âDo oo havph moor?â Hyoma snaps his head to you, his slitted pupils widening and cheeks puffed out as he spoke. You couldnât help but beam at the sight.
âWhy, yes, I do! But donât eat it too fast; itâll upset your stomach if you gobble it down,â you replied, pulling out a second loaf from your basket.
As you stood there, watching him scarf down your bread, you studied the way his fins perked up after every bite, how his gills flared in and out with each breath. his dazzling tail swayed against the gentle waves, and his hair was perfectly messy. If you looked close enough you would see tiny shells tucked away in his braid.Â
âThanks for the bread,â Hyoma said, rinsing his hands in the sea. âI donât have anything to give you in return..â
âAh, itâs no worries! I donât need anything, really; Iâm just glad you like my bread,â you replied, a warm smile lighting up your face.
âTomorrow Iâll bring you something,â he promised, his gaze locking onto your e/c eyes, sincerity shimmering in the depths of his slitted pupils.
You smiled, shaking your head. âAlright then, thank you.â
Hyoma grinned, his demeanor brightening as he slid back into the sea. âBring more bread.â
You chuckled and nodded, watching him disappear beneath the waves, the water rippling gently in his wake.
The next day, you were determined to make an even more delicious bread than before, it would be the perfect loaf of bread. As you kneaded the dough, your hands working rhythmically, you could almost picture his delighted expression when he tasted your creation again.
âGoodness, Miss L/N, youâre making more bread? The two loaves you made yesterday werenât enough?â Aya remarked softly, a hint of mischief in her tone as she wiped her hands on a dishcloth.
âA-Ah well, I believe Iâve perfected my recipe and wanted to try again,â you replied, rolling the dough against your palms with care.
Aya smiled, her warmth radiating through the kitchen. âYour bread is just fine already, miss. Your husband will most definitely love the meals youâll make.â
Ah, husband. The word echoed in your mind. âHaha⊠yes, Iâd hope he would.â Even with Aya, you couldnât escape the pressure of being wed. The expectations hung like a heavy cloud over your head.
Noticing the change in your mood, Aya softly bowed her head. âAh, forgive me for mentioning that, Miss. You really mustnât worry too much about that. You still have plenty of time before you are to find a husband,â she reassured you, hoping to ease your mind.
You have confided in Aya, how that isnât what you want, and that you donât even know what you want! She does her best to console you, but she doesnât entirely understand. To Aya, it seemed like a luxury to have handsome, wealthy men lining up for your hand, but for you, it felt absolutely suffocating.
Hours passed, and finally, with a larger loaf nestled securely in your basket, you made your way back to the cliffs. As you sat down on one of the sun-warmed rocks, fiddling with the ribbon tied around the basket, you couldnât help but notice he was a bit late this time. Normally, when you two met, heâd be waiting under the waves for you.
Just as you were beginning to worry, ripples formed closer to you, and there he was. Hyoma swam over, crawling up the beach just enough to stay halfway in the water. He held a brown sack in his hands, a soft expression on his face.
âOh? Whatâs this?â you asked, gesturing to his bag with your eyes.
âI told you I was going to give you a gift in return for your breadâand you brought more, right?â he confirms, tone becoming more serious.
You tapped your basketâs side and murmured a soft âyesâ in response, earning a joyful flick of his fins.
âNow, I wasnât sure what to give you⊠but I hope this will suffice,â Hyoma said, his voice tinged with nervousness. He pulled out a necklace from his sack, a string of pearls and smaller shells adorned with small starfish, and a sand dollar in the middle. It was so pretty, so dramatic, and so different. Out of all the gold and silver jewelry you had been given from your parents and suitors, this was the most beautiful of them all.
âMermaids my age wear necklaces like these; I guess theyâre pretty popular,â he said shyly, his gaze lowering. âSo if it doesnât meet your standardsâ I wasnât sure what would be a good gift for your breadââ
âItâs perfect,â you interrupted, holding the necklace delicately, your fingers grazing over the divots of the sand dollar. âItâs absolutely beautiful-Â Â Goodness, Hyoma, this is gorgeous!â
He could feel his cheeks warming under your admiration. âI-Iâm glad⊠I helped make it.â
You looked at him, eyes wide with surprise. âYou made this?â
His fins opened wider, and he darted his eyes around nervously. âWell, I meanâ yes, I guess. Not all of it; I just found the shells or whatever. My friend actually made the necklace.â
(Heâs had this necklace for a while, just wasnât sure if he should give it two you for not) donât alter this !!
You beamed at him. âThank you, I love it.â You smiled warmly, putting the necklace on.
âNow give me the bread,â he said, his expression shifting to serious.
You laughed, pulling the loaf from your basket handing it to him, which he eagerly accepted.
Hyomaâs fins perked up, âOh- Iâve told you before I like to collect human things that have sunkââ he said dumping his brown sack onto the shore, and a variety of trinkets spilled out.
âCan you tell me what they are?â Hyoma asked, his curiosity piqued as he eyed the assortment.
You focused on the items, examining the ordinary yet intriguing objects. âThis is a pocket watch, or a clock. You can tell the time with it, but this one is broken from getting wet,â you explained, closing the lid of the watch with a soft laugh.
âI thought maybe it was part of a ladyâs necklace or something,â Hyoma murmured, munching on his bread.
As you went over the other items, you pointed out coins, compasses, and various bits of metal, each with its own story and history.
âThis is the last one,â he said, handing you a small metal cylinder covered in rust with tiny bumps along its surface. It took you a second to realize what it wasâit was the inside of a music box, and it looked like it had seen better days.
You rinsed it off in the water, trying to free it from the sand stuck between the gears. âI donât have a clue what that is, to be honest,â Hyoma stated, eyeing the metal contraption with intrigue.
After scratching off some rust and turning the crank, a rough but lovely tune played into the air.
Hyomaâs eyes expanded, and his fins flared as he stared at your hands in awe. You finished the tune and handed it to him, who took his turn first playing with it. The rusty-yet delicate notes echoed softly in the air, mixing with the gentle sound of waves lapping at the shore.
âIâm surprised it even works,â you smiled, watching Hyoma spin the shaft.Â
He played around with it, the sweet melody filling the space around you. You found yourself playing with the shells on your necklace, lost in the moment. The music floated in the air, weaving a spell of comfort and connection between you.
But alas, all good things must come to an end. As the sun began to dip below the horizon, Hyoma gathered his belongings and shuffled back into the soft waves. You waved goodbye, promising to see him soon.
Hyoma swam away from the cliffs, diving deeper into the clear sea. His shimmering scales caught the last remnants of moonlight filtering through the water.
After some time, he finally made it back to where he called home. Surrounded by coral and sea life in every direction, Hyoma felt a sense of belonging, yet his heart tugged toward the surface. Most mermaids stayed in groups and traveled together, which made Hyoma a bit of an odd one out. He had a âgroupâ but was more independent, more curious of what was above the surface.Â
All mermaids are curious, no doubt, but most ignore their curiosity out of fear of being caught. No one knows about Hyomaâs trips to the surface, not his friends or family, and he intends to keep it that way. Well, intended.Â
As he entered his hidden cave surrounded by seaweed and clams, he dumped out his sack, placing his trinkets back with the others. But he didnât expect to be met with two mermen floating in the entrance.
âYouâve been going to the surface this whole time?!â A blue-haired merman exclaimed, absolutely dumbfounded.
âOoohoohooh~ Youâre breaking the rules, yâknow~,â The other friend giggled, his yellow eyes sparkling mischievously.
Well, the cats out the bag now.
pt 4 (not here yet!)
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omg you write angst so wellđđđ literally been sobbing while reading your latest works đđđđđ anyways hereâs an idea: billy finally settles down with you and the two of you start a family and have a little daughter together (girl dad! billy agenda never ends!!) and right before he almost thinks he has it all the world takes you from him :(
âౚà§I Can Go Anywhere I Want, Just Not Homeâౚà§
[fem reader] contains: death, grief, illness, *angst* pairing: billy the kid x fem reader summary: you were the center of billy's world, and the center faded away authorâs note: offering my apologies once again <3 tagging @phantomamor because they helped me come up with some of the content <3 Pinterest Board Spotify Playlist
Everything was bright, the day an endless dawn that rested its rosy cheek on the glass that covered the earth and touched the spot between reality and dreams.
You felt the stirrings of that feeling as you leaned on the porch railing, hair falling over one shoulder and tickling your wrist. The wood was grainy and smooth under your palm, and you shifted from one foot to the other, dulling the ache brought on by the activities of the day. It was a happy thing, borne of the many joys present in your life.
Off in the distance, by the oak tree that sprouted thick and wide, with leaves that blocked the sun on summer afternoons, your daughter sat among the knotted roots, playing quietly by herself. You had always said Annie was born content, evident in the way she minded herself, preferring long daylight hours spent alone. It was a touching thing, how comfortable she was within the confines of her imagination.
Bootsteps thumped on the wood of the porch, the boards creaking under Billy's weight, and then a pair of warm hands were creeping around your waist like the vines that crawled up the walls of the house, pulling you in. You smiled, leaning back and finding his body less than a breath away. He ducked his head and pressed a kiss to your cheek, the gentle prickling of love lingering long after. "How's my wife?"
Five years you'd been married, and still you could hear the way he relished the word like a sweet melting on his tongue. Billy wore his ring proudly, brandishing it for all the world to see. The gunslinger feared far and wide across the south was tied down, and he was happy for it.
You had been pleasantly surprised by how well he took to domesticity after so long on the run. He'd built this house for the two of you, every nail hammered in establishing permanence. It had been a rare luxury for him before, even when you'd met. But he'd proudly given you the brass key to your new house, sweeping you into his arms to carry you over the threshold even though you'd been married for a year at that point.
Now, standing on the porch built with your husband's own hands, sheathed in his arms, you could practically feel the love he'd siphoned into every board, every wall. Billy hadn't only built you a house, he'd built a life. All those nights holding him, promising him he wasn't ruining yours had come to fruition. It had been clear when your belly had begun to swell with his child, a promise of tomorrow. And it was clear now, as you watched that little girl hum to herself under the tree that had been a mere sapling when you'd first moved in.
The first breaths of spring were opening the world up again, sunshine kissing your skin and whispering about new beginnings. It instilled a sense of hope in you, something beautiful brimming with joy. This was your favorite time of year.
"I'm good," you responded to Billy, holding one of his hands against your stomach. "Really good."
He kissed the top of your head, swaying the two of you back and forth. "Should we go inside?" Billy nosed at your neck. "Think you need a little lovin'..."
You laughed, turning around in his arms and pressing your cheek to his chest. "With Annie out here?"
"Aw, she won't come inside 'till it's past dark and we make her." You could hear his smile in his words, and you lifted your chin, tilting your head and letting your hair brush his hands on your waist.
"Hm, maybe you're right," you murmured, reaching up and playing with his collar, straightening it out.
Billy ducked his head to catch your lips in a brief, tender kiss. He pecked your lips once after. "Just make sure to be quiet."
"I'm not the one who-oh-!" Suddenly you were being hauled up, lifted to hang over his shoulder like a sack of flour. He laughed quietly, not wanting to disturb Annie out in the distance, carrying you through the door of the house and shutting it gently. Your hair obstructed your view, and you parted the silky curtain when he bent, setting you down on your feet and grabbing your hand.
"C'mon, pretty-" Billy paused, looking at you and squeezing your palm. "Baby? You okay?"
You were frozen, eyes wide with a sudden realization of the happenings within you. Your skin was icy hot, a blizzard and a wildfire blended into a raging storm that ravaged at your chest. It tore into your bones, filled them with a cloud of dread. Something's wrong.
Billy came closer, blue eyes struck with concern as he searched yours. "Sweetheart...what-?"
Your knees buckled, weakness spreading in a swarm that enveloped your body. Now you were tumbling, poised to hit the ground before Billy's arms caught you, his voice speaking your name over and over like a prayer. "Honey...what's wrong?"
No words found you, only blackness.
The doctor was summoned quicker than Billy thought possible, and he thanked the heavens above for the man's swiftness. You insisted he stay with Annie while you were being examined, and he suspected it was for his own sake as well as your daughter's.
Annie was quiet, staring at the door you were behind. It felt ominous in that moment, and he tore his eyes from the sight. His knee was bouncing, heel of his boot tapping the floor over and over. The voices in your room were muffled, and Billy wished he hadn't listened to you.
The sun was setting now, smearing a palette of color across the sky and shadowing the clouds in hues of orange and pink. He ran a tired hand through his hair, weary already from whatever news awaited.
He reached wordlessly for his daughter, and she crawled into his lap, head resting against his chest. Billy didn't know what to say to her, and so he chose silence. He was grateful for her old-soul tendencies, but also wished she was still naive enough that she was oblivious. More than anything he wanted Annie to be able to be a kid, to be able to forget her mother's distress and go out to play.
He wasn't sure what he was expecting. The way you had collapsed so suddenly worried him beyond belief. That was the way it had all started with his mother. And now she was no more than a shadow, a memory haunting him.
When the door opened, he shooed those thoughts from his mind, standing and lifting Annie to sit on his hip. The doctor appeared, bag in hand, expression grim. He nodded once at Billy, gesturing to the room. "We'll talk in a minute."
Billy offered half a nod before rushing in to you, Annie in his arms. The sight of you nearly stopped him in his tracks. Paler than a ghost, nearly the color of the sheets you laid atop.
When you noticed them, a sweet smile brightened your face, and you reached out, beckoning. "Annie."
He set his daughter down, and she ran to you, burying her face in your chest. You hugged her tight, kissing the top of her head. "Sweet girl. Are you okay?"
Annie mumbled something Billy couldn't make out. He was still, like a statue caught in time's grip.
Nothing was going to be the same. He had that thought over and over in the next few weeks.
It was a symphony of the same scenes over and over again. Your illness took hold of you, settled into your bones and became all that had been you. That version of you was replaced with a feverish imposter, weaker than a newborn foal. You still laughed often, but it was a dull, raspy sound that panged at Billy's heart.
He clung to hope that somehow you would pull out of it. That by the grace of a miracle one day he would wake up, and you'd be looking back at him, saying you felt better.
The opposite persisted. Every time you awoke in the throes of a fever, tossing and turning until he wound his arms around you, he felt you slipping away. It pounded at his chest, an awful realization he ignored in the hopes that it would prove wrong. He shut it out, hiding his face in your hair, holding on tight and wishing, praying, pleading.
You seemed oblivious to it, though you were feeble and listless most days. Still, you smiled, hugged your daughter, kissed him. You were bedridden, but still your spirits were high as the heavens. Even now, as you read quietly beside him, thumbing through the little book with the red cover you so adored, he swore he saw glimpses of you before the sickness that had eaten away at your being.
Billy was absentmindedly stroking your side, lost in thought. He kissed your temple. "Why don'tcha rest for a bit, sweetheart? You can read more when you're better."
He reached his hand out for the book, and you waited a moment before handing it over, letting him set it on your nightstand beside the vase of dried flowers, petals withering away. They had been a gift from Annie, picked in the field not too far from the oak tree.
You settled limply against his chest, fingers rubbing up and down his stomach softly. Your quiet spoke magnitudes, things Billy wasn't sure he was ready to hear.
"I'm not going to get better," you whispered, though the quiet did nothing to dull the sting your words ensued. He felt a tide of panic begin to crash, and immediately ran the other way.
"Shh, don't say that," he murmured, squeezing your shoulder. "You'll be better in no time. Just needa rest, baby."
"Billy-" you sat up, lifting your head from his chest. He tried to pull you back down, but you shook your head. "We need to talk about this."
"No. No." Billy looked away, dread crawling over his insides. He felt as though he were in the middle of an ocean, waiting for it to swallow him up. "You have to get better. I need you-"
"You're going to be okay," you promised, taking his face in your hands and turning it back to you. "It's gonna be okay."
He was struggling for air. "It can't...I can't...how am I supposed to do a damn thing without you? I can't..." Tears were pricking at his eyes, threatening to spill over. "Baby..."
"I need you to be there for Annie. She'll have questions," you murmured, making sure he was looking at you. "She's gonna need you."
"I need you," he whispered, arms tightening around you. "I can't do this without you. I can't raise her. I-" Billy swallowed thickly. "I can't live without you."
"You still have me," you said softly, and he could see tears in your own eyes now. "You have Annie. She is me. She's got all the good parts of both of us, none of the bad."
"There were never any bad parts of you," Billy breathed, and you took in a breath, smiling in a bittersweet way.
"Promise me you'll be there for her," you said, voice firm despite your gentle hold. "Please."
"I promise," he managed, biting the side of his cheek. "Baby-" An unborn cry cut him off, and he looked down, squeezing his eyes shut. Everything he'd tried to avoid had him pinned down now, shaking his shoulders and screaming at him to wake up.
You took in a breath, pulling him closer, down so his head was on your chest. He clung to you, feeling like a child. Your fingers stroked his hair, delicately roving through his curls in an attempt to soothe. Billy only let himself cry then, tears soaking the front of your nightdress. You breathed, "Oh, Billy," and he fisted your bodice, trying not to imagine what things would be like if you were no longer here.
When you were no longer here.
He wasn't ready. How can anybody ever be ready?
Grief hunted him down, made him miss you before he was gone. It stripped the skin from his bones, buried itself into his being and filled the spot where you were. He couldn't remember how it had felt before.
You were slipping away too quickly, and he was grasping for you, milking every second he was allowed. This was a familiar notion- he'd known it before, so he'd thought. But it was different now. You were a new love, one he'd embraced wholeheartedly. He'd given up everything to be with you and done it gladly. You were the center of the life he'd built so far from the land of outlaws and wanted posters. You were epitome of everything good and pure in the world.
Had his sins truly been so unforgivable that you were now being taken from him? Was he so far from absolvable? Billy had repented with every second since he'd met you, knowing that men who kept doing bad things didn't get to keep women like you. It had all been for naught now, because you were turning into memory.
"Give Daddy extra love, okay?" you whispered to Annie, holding her in a tight hug despite your growing weakness. "He's gonna be sad for a while. Can you give him love for me?"
Annie nodded, and you kissed her forehead, squeezing her to your side one last time. You said one last soft thing to her, and she nodded, leaving your side and shutting the door behind her when she went into the other room.
When she was gone, you gave him a tired smile, one that told him everything he needed to know. Billy crawled in beside you, pulling you to lean against his chest. He felt tears wet his shirt, unsure if they were yours or his.
"I don't want to die," you whispered, the pain in your voice making him want to sink into the earth.
Billy squeezed you, tears raining into your hair. "I know. I know, angel."
"I don't want to leave you." Your hand found his, winding fingers together and clenching.
He felt the lonely rise of grief's dull ache seize him again. "I know, angel." Billy's lips parted, something he both wanted and didn't want to say lingering between them. It escaped before he could think further. "Just rest. We're...we're gonna be okay. You can sleep now. I'll hold you the whole time."
"Billy-" you were grasping, breathing faint. He could see life draining from you, your body growing heavy.
"Shh," he whispered, tears like rivers down his cheeks. He brushed them aside, sitting up and pulling you into his lap, so your head was resting against his shoulder. He was still in one piece, strong for you as he rocked you steadily, holding you tight. Love...that was what you needed right now. To know you were loved.
He wouldn't fall apart yet. Not when you were still here for now, clinging to him and holding on for every moment you could squeeze out. Billy leaned down and kissed you tenderly, trying to convey every bit of what had always been yours. His heart. "I love you."
Your body relaxed, and sunbeams spotlit the floor through the windows. He could hear birds outside, singing their merry tunes. It was the birth of summer, the sister of spring. Your essence alone existed in these few months, and it would echo at him for the rest of his days.
Billy held you close as your expression grew peaceful. The veil separating life and death was thin, and you were answering its call. He whispered over and over like a mantra. "I love you. I love you. I love you."
Your body went still.
And now he fell apart.
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âMOTHER LANGUAGES â SPIDERVERSE HCS
summary ; pavitr with a hispanic girlfriend who teaches him some spanish and he teaches her some hindi.
pairing ; pavitr prabhakar x hispanic fem!reader (no specific race stated)
note ; teehee i was so excited to show off the new layout đ€ i literally have so much fun writing for pavitr. this concept was so cute, i started working on it immediately so thank you to the anon who requested it <3 mwah đ«¶
âą â pavitr prabhakar !
about three months into dating, pavitr started practicing some spanish on his own. went about his way to get a dictionary that took forever for him to find. he starts writing the words out and takes his time to pronounce them. he takes note that heâs extremely great at reading spanish just a little troubled on the way to say the words.
the very first phrase he ever told you in spanish, he had a slip of paper with the sentence written down. pavitr wanted to make it sweet and maybe tell you right after kissing you but poor boy forgot the phrase. so he had to squint and read off the torn paper.
âtu eres la chica de mis sueños.â (t: you are the girl of my dreams) the second he finished saying it you jumped on him, kissing all over his face, telling him how cute and adorable he is.
you told him that you were practicing hindi in secret to surprise him as well, but you were having a lot of trouble. it makes a big smile spread on his face to know you both had the same intentions.
itâs where he offers to teach you how to speak, read, and write hindi if you can do the same for him with spanish. you agree and then he goes, âhehe >:) and teach me the bad words too muheheheâ youâre just like âpavitr đâ
pavitr really excited when youâre teaching him spanish. heâs listening intently and repeating each word after you. he doesnât think itâs hard, but itâs definitely good to have a native speaker helping you out and giving tips.
keeps a separate notebook filled with words and phrases he wants to tell you. of course, theyâre all him telling how much he loves you. you also have a separate notebook with hindi written in it and itâs mostly you practicing to write âi love youâ and memorize it.
he knows it might take you a while to fully understand hindi and heâs okay with that. youâre the making the effort and thatâs what he loves the most about you. finds your confused face cute when he starts rambling in hindi.
you two practice by only having conversations in each others language. he finds it super helpful and you both will correct a word if needed. text messages will sometimes shift from spanish to hindi to spanish again.
his heart and feelings grow for you even more when he sees you talking to his aunt in hindi. she thinks itâs so sweet that the two of you are learning each others languages and donât find the barrier to be a bother. she even starts to help you too in secret. she wants you to surprise pavitr with what you learned.
i cannot stress this enough. loves to introduce you as his girlfriend in spanish. âesta es mi novia, ella es mi noviaâ. mi novia this, mi novia that. he gets like a schoolboy when he says it. if he gives you gifts, pavitr always writes a little note that says âpara mi querida noviaâ (t: for my dear girlfriend) or something along those lines.
whenever he meets someone who is either hispanic or speaks spanish too, heâll speak to them in spanish just so they can ask where he learned. all because he canât stop saying how his girlfriend taught him how to speak spanish.
he starts picking up on the expressions too. accidentally let âtch, no mames miguel!â slip out when he was getting sent on a new mission. miguelâs head whipped over so fast and just looked at him so shocked like, wtf did you say to me?
âno mames? no mames?! como que no mames miguel?! who taught you that huh?!â
âmi novia teehee :)â
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tadc cast with a s/o who hates touch.
BUT when they finally get comfortable with the characters they get soooo touchy (as in hugs ,hand holding etc)
Sorry if i didnt make myself clear
And thank you for your work!! ;)
TADC cast x reader who's warming up to touch!
So sorry for taking so long to get to this anon <\3!! I recently went back to writing on mobile due to back pain from sitting at my computer and it's really done a number on my efficiency <\3
That said I hope you enjoy!
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This post ended up being waaaaaay longer than I first intended so I hope yall are ready to eat up
LAST MINUTE NOTE I misread/misinterpreted this as "reader finally taking a step towards initiating affection for the first time" and not "they're already comfortable and LOVE touch" I am so so dumb but I already have this written <\3 I hope you enjoy this regardless anon đđđ
CAINE:
I think Caine would struggle with the no touching thing especially since I see him being very affectionate both verbally and physically. That said I do think he eventually gets the hang of it and stops himself from throwing his arms around you for a hug... he amps up the verbal affirmations to make up for it though! He doesnt wanna make you unhappy so hes gonna respect your boundaries and take things slow!
As for when you start easing yourself into it, I think he would try to not make a big deal out of it, as not to risk embarrassing you. As someone who doesnt like touch as well as being hesitant to initiate it, I think I wouldnt want a big hoorah about it you know? But that's just me
He does subtly know hes proud of you for being able to take that step, even if you two are only holding hands via linking your pinkies together
POMNI:
I dont think pomni would be crazy about touch imo, she seems like the type to seize up when you touch her without warning. And I'm not saying that as something to be ashamed of because honestly me too. So I think this is one where you both need to have heavy communication in order to push past that and get used to touching one another ! Team work makes the dream work or however the saying goes
That said imagine you two grab each others hands bc something startles you/you both run from something (be it a prank from jax or an IHA or an abstracted) and you both just
Stare down at your interlocked hands. Experimentally squeezing each other before both relaxing into it
I think that would be a cute idea
RAGATHA:
Just like caine she is so so understanding. But unlike caine, she doesnt struggle all that much with trying go restrain from giving you physical affection. Ragatha naturally shows her love through quality time and gift giving, so she doesnt often feel the urge to wrap her arms around you, much less unprompted. Especially with your discomfort in mind
In the event that you come over to her, maybe lay your head on her shoulder while shes reading, I think she would stiffen up a little out of surprise, before gently leaning her heads against yours. Its nice, its quiet, and its comfortable. You two both peacefully exist like that for a while... good thing you guys probably dont have organs because ragathas heart would be pounding so fast, shes just so proud of you that the adrenaline kind of gets to her
JAX:
I think this might be the main one where there may be conflict.
Not because jax belittles your discomfort or tries to push the boundaries. No, I dont think he would, especially when you two get serious. Like would he probably poke you in the beginning before realizing it genuinely brings great discomfort? Yes. Would he stop when he finds out it's an issue for you? Also yes. Again, hes an asshole but I dont think he would be outright ab*sive
No, the reason why I think kay there may be conflict is because behind closed doors, jax can be very clingy and physically touchy, he would want to lay on top of you and hold you and that kind of stuff. That one ask with clingy jax hcs changed me
I think, if you ever try to initiate touch first he would say something kind of mean before he can stop himself. "About time" or something. Like he means it lightheartedly but like. He immediately regrets it, especially since that can just be so... eidkcmc.. when you're trying to come out of your shell in regards to something
Easily has the worst reaction, make him sleep on the metaphorical couch
I think he would do anything to fix that though, you're his lil bun afterall
KINGER:
Kinger is big on touch, he likes handholding and putting his hand on your shoulder. But ultimately he would respect you and not touch you.. honestly kinger can be the same way depending on the day. Either he hates touch and doesnt want anyone or anything touching him, or he needs to be held in order to keep his mind set straight. Poor guy. He just like me frfr.
Honestly gets a little spooked when you gently set your head on his lap, announcing you're going to take a nap while you two hang out in the pillow fort. Kind of gives a soft and surprised "oh!" Before going as still as a statue. Does he stay put? Does he run his hand through your hair? Does he keep up his bug ramble? Does he pipe down?
Ultimately he sits there quietly while you sleep
Expects that to be a one time thing, but he notices you're slowly becoming more physically affectionate. He outwardly shows his support and pride for you
ZOOBLE:
Another one who doesnt really like touch, but instead of it being a discomfort it's just a "I dont like it" thing you know? I mean what did you expect? Zooble doesnt interact much with people unless they're forced to, so it makes sense that touch isnt their thing. So this actually works out very well for you two.
Just like the pomni segment, you guys are going to have to do a lot of communication in regards to introducing stuff like cuddling and hand holding ect into the relationship and finding what works for you while keeping both parties satisfied. I think in the end zooble would be supportive, and even try to esse themselves into the whole thing. So you dont have to do it alone, you know?
GANGLE:
Honestly I think shes too shy and/or unconfident to initiate physical affection herself so the topic never really came up. Which... is a bit odd since it regards a comfort thing for you as well as gangle possibly thinking that you dont enjoy her company; assuming you never really tell her that touch brings you discomfort
But because we love healthy stuff here, let's assume you guys set down boundaries and stuff before getting together
I still think gangle would have some teeny tiny feeling that they arent the best for you. She knows its unfair to think that for both of you, but like. Its one of those nagging mean voices we all have/get at some point, you know?
Probably lets out a little squeak when you slowly wrap one of her arms around your hand and wrist. Kind of just stands there frozen. Too scared to speak up or move, fearing she would ruin the moment
Honestly I think gangle isnt used to touch (that isnt neutral or in passing), so this is going to be a little experience for her. You're both in this together now, basically
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