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alba1221141 · 2 days ago

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Mary Janes

.˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳.☁︎

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(T.W sexual content)

Jinx

She tasted like berries.

Sweet, but not in a fake, sugary way—real, ripe, and just a little tart. Like she’d bitten into something moments before and I was just catching the aftertaste.

It’s been hours, but I swear I can still feel the ghost of her lips on mine, still hear that little hitch in her breath when I pressed closer.

Fuck.

I flop back onto my bed, arm draped over my eyes, trying to will away the ridiculous grin stretching across my face.

It’s stupid.

I’m being stupid.

But my brain keeps looping it—her fingers in my hair, the way she shivered when I kissed down her neck, the way she didn’t pull away.

I run my tongue over my lips absentmindedly, half-expecting to taste her again.

I don’t, obviously.

But damn, do I want to.

I roll over onto my stomach, burying my face in the pillow, but I can’t seem to shake the feeling. That kiss—it keeps coming back, like a song stuck on repeat.

It’s like the air’s different now, charged in a way it wasn’t before. It’s heavier, thick with something I can’t name yet.

My mind spins with thoughts of her—Y/N, all quiet and measured and impossibly soft—yet when we kissed, she wasn’t like that at all.

She was there, fully present, her breath hot against my skin, her hands steady as they tugged at my hair.

I let out a frustrated sigh and punch the pillow beneath me. This isn’t helping. It’s just making me more wound up.

But the thought won’t leave me, won’t stop scratching at the back of my mind: What if she wants more? What if I want more?

I sit up and swing my legs off the bed, pacing back and forth. Fuck. What am I even supposed to do with this?

I know I’m a mess. I’m always a mess. But with her? I can’t stop thinking about how good it felt to have her close, to kiss her. It wasn’t just about the kiss itself, but everything around it—how she reacted, how her body moved, how I felt with her.

The problem is, I’m not sure if she feels the same.

I need to know.

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Y/N

It's pouring down. The sky is an endless wash of gray, with rain slashing against the windows like a thousand tiny blades.

The world outside feels muffled, like the storm’s swallowing everything whole, and inside, it’s just me, wrapped in the quiet of my room.

I’ve been staring at the books on my shelf, picking up one, setting it down, picking up another, but none of them seem to hold my attention. Not when my mind keeps drifting back to her.

To Jinx.

The way her lips felt, soft yet sure against mine. How everything inside me seemed to catch fire for just a second. I’ve been trying to tell myself it was nothing, just a moment, but it wasn’t just a moment. Not to me.

The sound of something scraping against my window shatters the silence, and my heart skips a beat. I stand up, instinctively moving toward the sound. When I reach the window and pull it open, I nearly stumble back in shock.

Jinx’s face peeks through the rain-soaked window, her eyes gleaming with that same wild energy I can never quite place.

Her lips curl into a mischievous grin, and without missing a beat, she launches into a dramatic, over-the-top quote. “It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. And none but fools do wear it, cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love!”

I blink, momentarily thrown off by her theatrical entrance. My pulse quickens, not just from the surprise but the way she’s looking at me, the intensity of her gaze almost too much to bear. “What… what are you doing?” I ask, trying to regain some semblance of composure, even as my heart hammers in my chest.

She just grins, that wide, almost-dangerous grin of hers, and without any hesitation, she climbs in through the window, her drenched clothes sticking to her like a second skin.

Water drips off her, splashing onto my floor, but she doesn’t seem to care.

"Jinx," I start, my voice tinged with concern, "You're going to freeze."

"Well, warm me up," she says, her voice playful, daring, and that's all it takes. Her lips are on mine again, sudden, hot, and desperate in a way that makes my breath catch.

It’s different this time—more urgent, more consuming. I don’t have time to think before her hands are pulling me closer, pushing me to match the intensity she’s giving. Her body presses against mine, the cold of the rain outside clashing with the heat building between us. The wetness of her hair still clings to her skin, but it’s all forgotten, lost in the wave of sensation that crashes through me.

I’m lost in the kiss, her taste, the way her lips mold to mine like we’ve done this a hundred times before, even though we haven’t. My pulse quickens, the tension in my chest tightening as her hand trails up to cup my face, her thumb grazing my cheekbone.

I want more.

My hands slowly trail underneath the sopping clothes that cover her skin.

"You need the take these off, you'll catch hypothermia," I try to make it sound informative, I really do, but she knows, and I know, I just want her clothes gone.

A grin splits across her face, "You trying to get me naked toots?"

I feel the blood rush to my cheeks, "And what if I was?"

"We'll then i'd say tit for tat,"

"Pardon?"

"I'll get naked if you do," Her cheeks dimple in the corner when she says that.

Oh.

I normally would be hesitant. I've never been bare before someone before, but it's her and like she said, tit for tat.

My hands abandon her t-shirt and go to the hem of my nightie instead. And she's watching me, eyes almost lidded. A heat spreads over my skin when my shirt falls to the ground.

"Tit for tat," I murmur waiting for her to follow suit.

And she does, slowly peeling the damp clothes from her body, discarding them on my carpet, there was inevitably going to be a stain later.

My eyes follow her movements intently, almost greedily, until she rids herself of every obstructing item. Apart from her underwear, pink with blue stripes, they remain, clinging to her hips, molded to her body like they're painted on.

I let out a breath.

She tilts her head to the side, a Cheshire cat like grin resting on her lips, "You good toots?"

I manage a nod, which makes her giggle and walk closer.

"Y/N-"

I avoid her gaze completely, eyes focused on my feet, the floor, anywhere but her.

Her hips, her thighs, her waist, her breasts—

"Y/N," she repeats, more instant this time. My head snaps up, just in time to see her grab at my waist and smash her lips to mine once again.

I know what to do now, with the kissing.

I part my lips, just a bit, and her tongue delves in immediately, a sound, I'm not sure whether mine or hers, echoes between us.

It's different living a situation like this, rather than reading this, I've read many erotic stories before, but never would I have thought it would be this—good.

My fingertips trail down her line of her spine, following it down until it flares into the curves of her hips, and then further, until somehow my hands end up splayed over her ass.

All that cockiness she had fades the second she whimpers against my mouth. I swallow the sound greedily tugging her closer.

I part to breathe but—god the need for oxygen seemed trivial in comparison to her lips.

Jinx seems to grow tired at being the object of desire, and mimics what my hands did to her, simultaneously shoving me back slightly.

The backs of my knees collide with my bed and it sends us toppling onto my sheets. She lands on top of me in a very compromising position and I can't help the laugh that leaves my lips, light and practically joyous.

The sound gets kissed away.

Our lips are more feverish against eachothers now, she just keeps kissing me, as if my lips hold the answers to all her impossible questions.

Perhaps they do.

When I break away only to gather air, I notice that the deep mauve shade of lipstick that normally stains her lips has smudged, leaving a messy, almost reckless trace across her mouth, as if the kiss had drawn out every last bit of control from both of us.

My breath hitches when she finds another spot to target with her lips. My neck.

"Oh, oh Jinx—"

I can hardly recognise the sounds leaving my lips now, obscene and completely lewd as Jinx litters my neck with kisses, she seems determined almost trying to find that spot, the one that would draw the nicest sounds from m—

She found it.

A sound—practically pornographic—comes from deep in my throat and I know she hears it because her kisses halt and she lifts her head from the crook of my neck, peering down at me.

A grin spreads across her face, and she looks so insanely smug that I don't know whether to roll my eyes or kiss her again.

I settle for the latter.

She snickers against my lips, and the sound reverberates through my chest, a warm and fuzzy thing.

"Y/N," She murmurs between kisses and its so soft, so tender, so completely uncharacteristic for her, but the tone, it makes me melt.

"Jinx," I try to mimic her tone, trying to make myself sound sultry, but I fear it was painfully obvious that I had no experience.

My sexual knowledge consisted of tales of regency scandals, love found in prosperity, but not this, me, me and another girl, almost nude in my bed.

But she doesn't seem to mind, just smiling at me again before resuming those neck kisses, and my god, they're just so good.

My hands fall from her body, instead gripping the sheets, as she continues her assault on the skin of my neck.

She's biting, and sucking, and everything in-between, and I can practically feel the welts, the bruises forming. And I don't think I mind.

Her kisses travel down, down my stomach, then my naval, but when she gets to the spot between my thighs, she pauses, falters.

I would've assumed Jinx had gone down on girls before, but her reaction seems to be telling me the opposite.

"Jinx—" The word comes out breathy and needy, she knows what I'm asking for.

And so slowly, her fingers, still painted in that alternating blue and pink, hook into the sides of my underwear, making an attempt to pull them down.

I giggle, lifting my hips to assist her, I know it's going to be a vulnerability that I've never allowed myself before...but it's Jinx, its Powder.

My Powder.

When the dampened fabric has been tossed aside, she hooks her arms around my thighs, tugging me just a little closer.

She breathes and it's shaky, she's nervous too. But nerves become the second thought when that warm puff of air brushes over my pussy making me shudder.

I want to watch what she does, but my head lolls back onto the pillow. One of my hands leaves the sheet, twisting into her damp blue strands.

The flicks of her tongue are mere caresses at first, like an exploration, but then something snaps, she locates my clit, swirling her tongue around it, before sucking, hard, enough to make me yelp.

That noise only spurs her on, her nails making crescent moon shapes in the skin of my thighs as she tries to devour me whole.

It's working.

She tugs me impossibly closer to her face and her mouth envelopes me fully, making my back arch of the bed and more obscene sounds leave my lips.

"Oh! Fuck, Jinx!"

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Jinx

She tastes fucking fantastic.

It's that sweet tart taste all over again. And holy shit is at addictive.

I pull her closer running my tongue over clit, just teasingly, just to see what she'll do.

She likes it.

Y/N's back arches and her hips buck against my mouth, certain choice words leaving her lips.

God she'd scold herself if she heard the foul language she's using.

My tongue slips further down, towards her entrance, and she's damn dripping.

"Fuck," I breathe against her and my voice must've done something because her thighs twitch again.

My eyes flicker up to hers and I hold eye contact as I slowly slip my tongue inside of her.

"Jinx, holy shit!" Her voice is breathy, almost pathetically needy as I slowly start to swirl my tongue around.

She tries to maintain eye contact as my lips and mouth move in tandem to give her what I know she needs, but she's not successful, head lolling back onto her pillow, mouth parting in an O shape.

My hands leave her thighs, two fingers sneaking down to her clit, rubbing slow circles as my tongue continues those relentlessness movements that she seems to like.

She's whining and squirming and trying to muffle herself in her pillow and it might just be the hottest thing I've experienced.

Well until...

My name—or variations of it on her lips when she cums.

"Jinx, fuck! Pow, Powder!"

Her back arches off the bed, hands clawing so hard at her sheets I'm sure they'll tear.

I don't let up, licking up all her sweet liquid like it's some sort of aphrodisiac. Maybe my new favourite one.

She does eventually cease my incessant licking, trying to tug me up to her level.

I go to pout, but seeing the look on her face, all soft and wanting, I resign, instead shifting next to her, lacing our fingers together.

"You okay toots?" I tilt my head waiting for a response, but due to her brain cells currently not functioning I have to repeat myself.

"Toots? Earth to Y/N," I wave my hand in-front of her face. She regains her senses with a giggle before nodding, still slightly cross eyed.

"I've never been better." She murmurs still all soft and sweet, before pulling me a tiny bit closer and placing a kiss on my lips.

And fuck, I just wanna stay like this forever.

.˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳.☁︎

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aerichives · 2 days ago

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fwb loser!minjeong

kim minjeong x reader

synopsis. minjeong was just your awkward, inexperienced best friend until one teasing dare led to late-night hookups, stolen touches, and a secret neither of you could ever admit.

genre. friends with benefits, smut

words. 837

note. guess what... ive been writing this on class bcs of an edit on tiktok. im so down bad for winter mmmhmmhmggf

loser!minjeong, the friend who always got teased for having zero game. the one who got flustered just making eye contact with a pretty girl, who would stammer through the simplest interactions while your friends cackled at her misery.

"you wouldn't even know what to do with a girl if she threw herself at you," ningning said once, snickering.

minjeong scowled, ears red, grumbling into her drink. "i— i could if i wanted to."

that only made them laugh harder.

and, honestly? you believed it too. she was cute, pretty eyes, a little awkward, with a charm that made people naturally like her. but inexperience clung to her like a neon sign. she was your friend, your loser of a best friend, and the thought of her doing anything remotely sexual was funny.

until the day you caught her staring.

you had been minding your own business, scrolling through your phone, when you felt it, her eyes, stuck on you like she was in a trance.

it took you a second to register. the way her gaze lingered a little too long on your chest, the slight part of her lips, like she didn’t even realize she was doing it.

"like what you see?" you teased, snapping her out of it.

minjeong immediately choked. "i— i wasn't—"

you smirked, sitting up straighter, pressing her further just for fun. "if you're that curious, you wanna see what's under?"

you expected her to panic, to shove you playfully and change the subject but she didn’t.

she just sat there. swallowing hard. hands gripping her hoodie strings. not saying no.

something shifted.

"you serious?" you asked, voice dipping lower.

minjeong still didn’t answer, but the way she wet her lips, the nervous flicker in her eyes, it was enough.

and, well… who were you to back down from a challenge?

the first time was messy. minjeong was hesitant, unsure, hands shaking as they trailed over your skin like she was terrified of doing something wrong. but when you pulled her closer, let out the softest sigh against her lips, something in her cracked.

she kissed you deeper, pushed you down against the bed, her inexperience melting into something more raw, more desperate.

and god, the way she touched you. eager, like she needed to learn every inch of you, like she wanted to prove something. she was shy at first, but the second she had you gasping, thighs trembling as her fingers curled just right, she was hooked.

"this good?" she had whispered, watching the way your lips parted, drinking in the way you clenched around her fingers.

"fuck, minjeong… yeah, don’t stop."

her eyes darkened. and she didn’t.

what started as a joke, a dare, turned into something else entirely.

minjeong, who used to be hopeless, was now pressing you into the sheets whenever she wanted, leaving your legs weak and your voice hoarse from moaning her name. she learned quickly. obsessed over it. loved the way you squirmed when she kissed lower, the way you gasped when she buried her face between your thighs.

and somehow, you both agreed. this was nothing serious. just fun. no strings, no complications.

but then came the moment that almost ruined everything.

it was a usual night out with your friends, drinks flowing, laughter bouncing around the table. the topic turned to dating, naturally, and the teasing started again.

"i still can't believe minjeong’s never been with anyone," karina said, shaking their head. "you’d probably freeze up the second a girl took off her shirt."

minjeong, who was mid-sip, nearly choked on her drink.

you didn’t even think. just glanced at her instinctively, a small smirk tugging at your lips.

and that was a mistake.

because they saw it. the look you two exchanged.

the entire table went silent for a split second, before erupting.

"oh my god."

"no way."

"you guys aren’t—?!"

minjeong went rigid, eyes wide, looking at you like a deer in headlights. you, on the other hand, just shrugged, playing it cool, suppressing a laugh at how red her face had gotten.

"as if," you lied smoothly, rolling your eyes. "she’d probably cry if she saw a pair of tits in real life."

minjeong snapped her head toward you, shooting you a betrayed look. but she was too flustered to argue.

your friends weren’t convinced. they whispered amongst themselves, squealing like they had just uncovered the world’s greatest mystery.

and you? you just smirked, brushing your leg against minjeong’s under the table.

she sucked in a sharp breath. you knew exactly what she was thinking.

because if only they knew.

if only they knew how many times minjeong had already had you breathless, begging, shaking beneath her. if only they knew how desperate she got when she touched you, how her name sounded when you whimpered it against her lips.

but they didn’t. and they never would.

so you just sipped your drink, pretending nothing was wrong.

minjeong, on the other hand, was completely losing it.

#aerichives #winter x reader #minjeing x reader #kim minjeong #winter #aespa #gxg #wlw #winter smut

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slut4megantheestallion · 2 days ago

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Hello! I don't know if you have any rules regarding requests, but I sent you my idea. Arcane women x female reader! Especially Vi, Jinx and Caitlyn. They wanted to have something more intimate with the reader, but she can't because of past experiences and she feels frustrated with herself, and she doesn't feel able to tell her partner because she thinks he will judge and abandon her. Many times, the reader has stayed awake while her partner is sleeping and begins to cry, then her partner wakes up after sobs and finds the reader crying, and she finally confesses her trauma and her love comforts her. Again, if you're uncomfortable with this, you're free not to write it down! Hugs!

Characters: Vi, Jinx, Caitlyn.

Hiii<3 yeahh, I'll do this, and yes, I write for arcane sometimes, I do take requests 😄.

Arcane Women x Reader w/ trauma Headcannons

Scenario: The reader struggles with intimacy due to past trauma, afraid of judgment and abandonment. She often stays awake, crying, feeling frustrated herself, and ashamed. Until one night, her partner wakes up and finds her breaking down. Comfort and love follow.

Warning ⚠️: angst, trauma, past abuse, comfort, fluff.

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Before you ended up in Zaun/Piltover and met, vi, Jinx, or caitlyn, your life was far from kind. You had experienced relationships that weren't built on love or trust, just lust, power, control, manipulation, and fear.

You were once with someone who made you feel like your body was something they deserved rather than something you owned. Your bound were ignored - your "no" was met with guilt tripping, anger, or silent treatment until you gave in. You learned to freeze rather than fight back because arguing led to worse outcomes. Over time, you started believing that love was something you had to earn by giving parts of yourself away.

Even after escaping that life, the scars lingered. You told yourself you were free and that no one can hurt you again, but when it comes to intimacy, your body still remembers what it felt like to be powerless.

Kisses sometimes feels like suffocating.

Touch- no matter how gentle - could make your skin crawl.

Even when your partner held you in the safest way, your mind whispered, what if they get tired of waiting? What if they leave?

You love them, but you hated yourself for feeling like this.

-Vi

● Vi had always been patient with you. She never pushes, never pressures you - just waits for you to come to her when you're ready, but she does notice this from the beginning of the relationship. How you'd tense slightly when things got to heated. How your kisses always stopped before they could get too deep. She doesn't pressure you or anything. She waits for to be ready, but what she doesn't know is that you don't think you'll ever be ready.

●Tonight is another restless night. You lie beside vi, staring at the ceiling while she sleeps, steady and warm next to you. You wish you could be at peace like that, but the weight on your chest won't let you breathe properly. You bite lips, trying to hold the tears back, but your body betrays you. A quiet sob escapes before you can stop it.

●A slight shift, then a groggy, sleep rough voice:

●"Babe?" Her voice is thick with sleep, but the concern is immediate.

●She sees you curled up, shaking. Something in her chest hurts.

●She reaches out, but the moment her hand brushes your back, you flinch. That makes her freeze.

●"Talk to me, sweetheart."

●You shake your head, hands gripping the sheets like they're the only thing keeping you together. "I'm sorry," you whisper.

●"For what?" Vi asks, brow furrowing.

●You try to explain how you want to be normal, how you hate that you pull away when she touches you, how you're afraid she'll get frustrated and walk away like everyone else did. Your voice cracks as you confess what happened in the past, how you were used, how your body never felt like yours.

●Vi listens, silent, herfists clenching under the blankets. Not at you, but at the people who did this to you. At the world that made you feel so fucking small.

●She leans in, gently tilting your chin up so you can see her eyes - so full of love and unwavering devotion.

●"You never have to apologize for this. Ever." She kisses your forehead, slow and lingering. "I don't need anything from you, okay? Just you. However you are, whenever you're ready. And if you're never ready? That's fine, too."

●Your breath hitches. "But... what if you get tired of waiting?

●Vi huffs a small laugh, but there's no humor in it - only warmth.

●"Then I'll wait longer."

●For the first time in a long time, you believe someone.

-Jinx

●Jinx sleeps like the dead usually, but tonight, something pulls her from her dreams - maybe it's instinct, maybe it's the way the bed feels too cold despite your body being right there.

●And then she hears it. Soft, muffled crying, her heart clenches.

● Jinx turns over, rubbing her eyes, then freezes when she sees you curled up, facing away from her, shoulders shaking.

●"Babe?"

●You stiffen, hurriedly wiping your face. "Sorry, I - just go back to sleep."

●Jinx isn't having it. Within seconds, she's hovering over you, pressing her forehead against the back of your head.

●"Nuh-uh, nice try. What's wrong, sugarplum?"

●You try to hold it in. You do. But the moment she snakes an arm around your waist, anchoring you to her, it all comes spilling out in broken whispers.

●Jinx listens. And for once, she doesn't joke, doesn't deflect - just holds you, silent and still, until you're done. When you finally stop, she exhales a shaky breath.

●"Damn, that's been eatin' at you this whole time, huh?" You nodded.

●Jinx is quiet for a long moment, and then she turns you into her arms, cupping your face. "Listen up, cause I ain't sayin' this twice. You? You're the best damn thing that's ever happened to me. And I don't give a shit if we ever do anything like that. I just want you, yeah?" Tears spill over again, but this time, there's relief in them.

●Jinx smirks softly, brushing a thumb over your cheek. "Now come here, lemme squeeze the sadness outta ya." She pulls you against her, tucking you under her chin, holding you like she'll never let go, Because she won't.

-Caitlyn Kirraman

●Caitlyn has always been patient, but tonight, when she wakes to the sound of your quiet sobs, her heart shatters.

●"Darling?" Her voice is soft, laced with concern. You curl in on yourself. "I- I can't do this."

●"Do what?" Caitlyn sits up, brushing her fingers over your back. "Be what you deserve." Caitlyn breath catches, "love, look at me."

●You hesitate, but finally do. And when you see her face - soft, full of love, worried - the words come pouring out.

●You tell her everything. The past, the guilt, the fear that she'll leave. Caitlyn listens, her hand gently rubbing yours.

●"I wish I could take the pain away." She says softly. "I wish I could erase every horrible thing they did to you. But since I can't... let me show you that love doesn't have to be like that."

●You choke back a sob.

●Caitlyn presses a tender kiss to your knuckles. "No matter what, I'm here. We go at your pace, always."

●Her words wrap around you like the warmest blanket. And finally, after all these years, you believe it.

#vi arcane x reader #vi arcane #black!reader #caitlyn kiramman #caitlyn kirraman x reader #arcane x black reader #jinx x reader #jinx arcane #angst #arcane angst #arcane fluff #wlw #wlw x reader #pls dont flop #it's pretty short 😅

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syluslnd · 7 hours ago

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Big fan here!! I'd love to read where MC is secretly writing a fic about Sylus. she accidentally left her screen open when she stepped out for a moment just to come back filled with horror seeing Sylus reading the screen. He proceeds to ask if the story was about him despite the male character being unnamed. He teases her about certain scenarios she was imagining.

Happy writing and cant wait ^^

ʚɞ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ʚɞ

You walked back into the room, carrying a cup of tea, only to freeze in the doorway.

Sylus was sitting at your desk, his intense crimson eyes scanning the screen of your laptop. His posture was relaxed but there was an undeniable air of authority and curiosity in the way he held himself.

Your heart skipped a beat as your gaze flickered to the open document on the screen.

Your fanfic.

The one you’d been writing about him.

You hadn’t saved it properly and now it was sitting there in all its unpolished glory, an embarrassing reminder of the fantasies and scenarios you’d been daydreaming about and now, sylus—was reading it.

Oh no.

You tried to compose yourself but the horror in your eyes was probably impossible to hide. Sylus smirked, sensing your presence before even hearing you approach. Without looking away from the screen, he teased “Interesting read, sweetie.”

Your heart raced as you quickly walked over, trying to act casual, though your cheeks were already burning. “w-what are you doing?”

Sylus finally looked up, his eyes gleaming with a teasing light and you saw that smirk spread across his lips, dangerously amused.

“I didn’t realize you had such… vivid imagination” he purred, leaning back in the chair and crossing his arms. “I would have never guessed you fantasized about me like this.”

Your eyes widened. You couldn’t look at him. You couldn’t even respond. The words you’d written about him, for him were too intimate. Too personal.

You cursed yourself.

“Don’t look so embarrassed sweetheart “ Sylus continued, his voice smooth and taunting. “I know exactly what you’re thinking. You didn’t even have to mention my name for me to know the story was about me. The details give it away, darling.”

Your gaze snapped up to meet his and he was still smirking, clearly enjoying the fact that he had caught you in this vulnerable moment.

You took a step toward him, feeling the heat of embarrassment creep up your neck. “I didn’t—”

He stood up slowly, his eyes never leaving yours, and the intensity of his gaze made your breath catch in your throat. “You didn’t think I’d notice? No, darling” he said, stepping closer, his presence overwhelming. “Its almost like you wanted me to read this and now, I think we need to have a little chat about the fantasies you’ve written about me.”

You took a small step back, your pulse pounding. “What—what do you mean?”

Sylus didn’t answer at first. He just closed the distance between you and you could feel the heat radiating off his body, the control he exuded in every step. You were completely aware of how much power he had in that moment.

“Let me remind you what you’ve written” he started, his voice low and steady, dripping with dominance. “Pinned down. Helpless. Trapped by my Evol, unable to move. Teased, edged with until you can’t even speak… sounds pretty familiar, doesn’t it?”

Your stomach dropped as he came closer, each word from his lips like a sensation moving through you. The way he said it was mockingly soft, as though he was enjoying the power he had over you at this very moment.

You tried to hold your ground but you couldn’t help the way your heart raced. His presence was suffocating, and there was nowhere to run. You were entirely at his mercy.

“You know, darling” Sylus continued, stepping closer still until he was right in front of you, his voice low and silky, “It’s interesting to think that you’ve imagined me using my Evol to pin you down like that. To tease you. To make you beg for more.”

His hand reached up, his fingers lightly brushing your cheek. The light touch sent a shiver through your body, and you could feel the heat in your face intensifying.

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” he asked again, his voice an almost dangerous whisper now. “Did you think I wouldn’t realize just how much you enjoy the idea of being controlled by me?”

Your breath caught in your throat as Sylus stepped even closer, leaning down slightly, his lips brushing just above your ear. “You wrote about me using my Evol, darling. You wrote about how I’d fuck you until you couldn’t even think straight,until you were nothing but my human toilet,well I’m not just going to stand here and talk about it.”

Your body froze, realizing what was about to happen.

With a soft click of his tongue, Sylus snapped his fingers and just like that, his Evol was in control your body shifted to the bed all four of your limbs spread across the bed frames ,your body was locked in place unable to move as if his very presence had anchored you to the floor.

“You wanted this, didn’t you?” His voice was playful, but there was something darker lurking beneath the surface. “You wrote all of this. Now, I think it’s time you experienced it for yourself.”

You couldn’t move, couldn’t speak and every part of you screamed at the sheer dominance in the air. Sylus wasn’t just reading your fanfic anymore he was turning it into reality.

and you have no choice but to take it.

“You think you can just write about it and escape the consequences?” Sylus chuckled darkly, as his Evol continued to keep you in place. “I do enjoy a good story but now it’s my turn to write the next chapter.”

Your eyes widened but Sylus only smirked, knowing exactly how to push your limits. “Let’s see how well you handle it.”

and just like that, you realized you were now his story to control.

#love and deepspace #lnds sylus #love and deepspace sylus #l&ds sylus #lads sylus #sylus #sylus x reader #sylus x you

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kookochan · 3 days ago

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Trust

You don't know why you feel this way towards him. Neither does he know. Maybe you need some time, maybe you need to spill some secrets.

Summary: What if Jungkook, the boy who does everything to annoy you, finds out some of your secrets? +18

student Jungkook x fem! student reader

(Private University & rich families)

warnings/content: cigarettes, use of drug (weed), sexual content (unprotected sex - do not, oral fem rec.,), violence (mentions of beating up someone), mentions of blood, family issues, alcohol

wc: 5,3K

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You're sitting on a bench in the middle of the park. Watching the moon and smoking a cigarette. The silence feels heavy, your thoughts going wild. You feel warm although it's freezing outside. Your grandmother's voice in the back of your head.

"With every day that passes, you look more like your mother."

"She was a bitch who only wanted the money of my son."

"You wonder why I don't like you, but did you ever think about the fact that your own mother left you?"

"I will never see you as my family."

Every time you saw her, you had an argument. She never accepted the fact that you're her grandchild. The only one. You also had a lot of discussions with your dad about her attitude towards you, but he always told you that she is old. That she will never change, and it's too late to change her. You will never tolerate that. And that is the problem. Today she overstepped the line by arguing with you in the hallway of your house. The Jeon's sitting in the living room and enjoying the scene. At the end, it's a big no-go for your dad to have a family dinner without you. But you don't even care anymore.

Opening the little metal box, you see that you only have one cigarette left. A sigh leaves your mouth. You hear some steps coming towards you; turning your head in the direction you see Jungkook's wide smile, you realize that the night will be longer than usual.

"You really are a little crybaby," he says with a teasing voice. You roll your eyes at him. "Fuck off". He sits next to you and looks around. It is funny because nobody is here. "I would rather fuck you," he says, voice a little lower. You choose to ignore him. He notices that you are shivering and puts his jacket over your legs in your short dress. You grab it to throw it back to him, but he is quick to stop you.

"I'm not here to tease you this time. I overheard your conversation with your grandma and felt bad. Don't get me wrong; I'm not pitying you, but I can understand how you feel. It must probably suck," he tells you; this time his voice is more gentle. "You don't need to waste your time here. I will go back soon. Oh, and I hope you didn't expect to hear my story or whatever," you say. He nods, already prepared for this answer.

You sit in silence with him for another thirty minutes. It's time for your last cigarette, but you can't smoke in front of him. He would definitely use it against you because, at the end of the day, nobody knows about it. "I will go back home. Have a good night, and thanks, I guess," you say while standing up and handing him his jacket. He quickly gets up too and walks with you. You turn towards him and frown, "Leave me alone, creep". His soft laugh fills the cold night. "You don't expect me to let you go alone at night, right?" he asks.

The walk is silent but surprisingly peaceful. When the realization hits you, you stop in your tracks. "I can't go home. They are still there," you say and squat down. No, you will not show weakness, but you're ten seconds away from crying. To your surprise, Jungkook squats down next to you. "Hmm, you're right. Your dad is leaving tomorrow for a business trip, right? So how about turning back tomorrow?" he asks. You look at him, unsure if he wants to help or make fun of you. "Yeah. I will go to a hotel," you answer. "Nah, don't worry; you can stay at mine," he says and stands up. He reaches for your hand to help you. You don't bother to answer him, just following him to his house.

The door of his apartment closes behind you. It's funny that he gives you a place to stay. After all, your father and his father are hating each other. They are sitting at the same table just for work. And like them, you and Jungkook hate each other too?

"I will give you something from my closet," he says and goes to his bedroom with a walk-in closet. You sit down on his couch. The last time you were here was one month ago when you both argued about something Jungkook did, and the teacher thought it was you. Jungkook took the opportunity and acted like you were the bad guy. But the argument ended differently; it ended with him fucking you. And neither of you ever talked about that again.

Jungkook comes back with some clothes in his hand. "Here, wear these," he says while handing them to you. Maybe he wanted you to change in the bathroom, but you start to undress in front of him. His eyes watching you with sparkles. You put on the shorts and the shirt he gave you. Both a little bit bigger than expected. "Thank you for letting me stay," you murmur and sit down. He thinks that you look adorable with his own clothes on. "Are you hungry?" he asks. You shake your head in response.

"Can I have a pillow, please?" you ask him. The tiredness has a grip on you. "You can sleep on the bed," he says instead. "I don't want to," you answer right away. Laying down on the couch and turning your back on him. Your hair is messily on the couch, and he dares to play with some strands. You're really sleepy to notice anything, and it doesn't take long for you to fall asleep. He stands up and carries you to his bed. Making sure that you can sleep well.

The next morning is cold. You already left his house without a sound. Jungkook expected it already but felt strange anyway. He doesn't know why you're both acting this way, like hating each other. It's also confusing to him to call it 'hate' because what he is feeling is a lot different than that. At the end he decides to ignore all of it and goes to school.

•

"She is crazy. If she lived years ago, they would definitely call her a witch," Jimin says in utter disbelief. You laugh at that. "I really don't understand what she wants from me. Just let me live, you know?". He feels sad about your family drama and wishes he could do more for you. "But you said you slept somewhere else. Where?" he asks. "Don't judge me, but I was with Jungkook," you say a little shy about the confession. But yes, he dramatically turns his whole body towards you. "What the fuck? Why wouldn't you call me?" he says a little mad. "He heard everything and followed me when I left the house. It was already late, and I was like, Fuck it, I will go with him," you say. You don't care about Jungkook. "He will use that information," Jimin says and plays with your hair. "If he annoys you, tell me and I will talk to him. He listens to me well because he loves me," he adds. You laugh and hug him right away. "Everyone loves you," you tell him. You're happy to have a best friend like him.

•

The uni day is hectic like always. It's not like old schools anymore because everyone is from a rich family and too serious to have actual fun. Sometimes you wonder why your family insisted on a private university. "I want to go home," Yuna says after a drag on the cigarette. Yuna was one of your closest friends, and now you're sitting on a bench hidden behind the building. You watch your own smoke leaving your mouth. "Same," you answer. At the same time, you hear a loud noise and turn in the direction. The source of the noise leads Yuna to stand up in panic and walk in the opposite direction. You roll your eyes at her.

Jungkook is standing there with his phone and goes on with the recording. "I think your dad won't like this," he says with a grin. You take the last drag. "Stop filming me," you tell him, which he listens to. He walks over to stand right in front of you. You look up with an annoyed smile, "What do you want?". Jungkook grins at that and asks, "What can you offer?". It's a green light for you to tease him. Your fingers move from his chest to his belt. You can feel that his breathing changes. His eyes are watching you with lust. "A lot," you answer to the question some seconds ago. You start to move your fingers a little lower to feel him more. He puts a strand of your hair behind your ear. "You look pretty in this position," he tells you. "I know, and I also know that you want me to go on. Maybe in your dreams," you say with a low voice. You push his chest to stand up, and he laughs at that. "We will see," he says as you walk away.

•

The lunch break begins, and you are having a conversation with Jimin. "She could behave at school," someone says while looking towards you. "Why are they looking at us?" Jimin asks. Since you are sitting here, more people started to watch you. You have the feeling they're also talking about you. "What's the matter?" you ask a random boy. He looks a little shy but answers, "Someone said that you're smoking in the uni-blog on Twitter.". Oh, that's right; you really thought Jungkook would keep it for himself?

"How did they know?" Jimin whispers. "Jungkook saw me today," you answer. These people will talk about it for some days, so it's not a big deal. Until you see a proud Jungkook waving at you. He wants to play, so you accept that.

The next tweet is about Jungkook and his failed love life. It's not a big thing but a good distraction from your scandal. I mean every girl is talking about him, but he never dated anyone. There must be a reason, right? Maybe a small dick. What you didn't expect was that he didn't give a fuck. He also laughed at the rumors and told some girls, 'I can show you if you want'. In summary, you hate him a lot.

•

Jungkook turns off the water of his shower. He puts a towel around his waist and walks out of the bathroom. Already checking his notifications on Twitter. Everyone is talking about you and him. The combination is cute to him, so he lets out a chuckle. When he walks inside the living room to get to the kitchen, he freezes in his spot. It's dark inside, but he can see a figure sitting on his couch. He turns on the lights to see you sit there and look at him.

"What the hell. How did you get inside?" he asks. Jungkook is shocked for real. "I saw your passcode last time," you answer while tilting your head. The view is nice. His toned abs and some tiny water droplets on his skin. He knows that you're checking him out. "I will change and come back," he says, despite liking the attention.

After putting on some grey sweatpants and an oversized black shirt, he turns back to the living room. "Okay, what do you want? It must be urgent if you break into my house," he says. "First of all, are you Gossip Girl? Why would you say that to the uni-blog?" you ask him annoyed. "I thought it was fun. And why are you questioning me after doing it yourself?" he asks back. You roll your eyes. "I know that your little tweet is just the beginning. And I really don't want my dad knowing about it. So I want to find a solution," you say with a smile this time.

He looks at your lips. It's the first time that you're not forcing yourself to smile at him. And he definitely likes that. "Okay, let's find a solution. How about being friends?" he asks. "Oh, come on. That's what you suggest? You're the one who has been bullying me since the first day. Now you want to be friends?" you ask back. This time he rolls his eyes and adds, "We can try at least". You think for a while.

Option one is that he is pretending to be interested in finding a solution. Option two is that he is thinking of something else, so he is acting right now. The last option is that he wants to try.

You hope it's the last option when you say, "Okay, let's try". He smiles at you and shakes your hand. At the same time, his eyes catch the paper bag on the coffee table. "Did you buy food for me?" he asks. "No, dumbass. I bought it for us," you say and sit down on the rug. Opening the bag, you put everything on the table so he can eat too. He watches every single movement you do, and he is happy that it's so peaceful.

Both of you are sitting on the rug and eating while watching a movie. You talked a lot about the plot and the food. When the movie ends, Jungkook suggests drinking a little. He fills up some wine, and you start drinking in silence. "My father is cheating on my mother," Jungkook says all of a sudden. You look up to him. "What?". He shrugs. "Yeah. My mother knows, but because of the name of the family, she stays. That's also the reason why I'm living alone," he adds. "Why are you telling me this?" you ask. "To gain your trust," he answers. You nod at him. "I'm so sorry about that. I can imagine that you're mad at your mother for staying silent, but sometimes you can't change their minds. Try to be there for her anyway because she must be feeling lonely. She is old enough to make decisions," you say.

There is a moment of silence. He grabs your hand and plays with your fingers. "Thank you," he says. This time he looks vulnerable and kind. You smile up at him only to see that he is already looking at you. The eye contact feels heavy but peaceful. When he gets closer, you close your eyes and feel his lips on yours. The kiss is so slow and intense that you need to hold on to his shoulder. He slides his tongue inside your mouth, which makes you moan. Pulling back, he whispers, "I need you close". It's a sign for you to sit on his thighs and continue to kiss. The makeout session gets deeper, and he starts to walk to his bedroom with you in his arms.

He puts you down on the bed and gets rid of his shirt. You do the same thing and watch him get over you. "You're so pretty," he says and starts kissing a way from your chest to your tummy. It doesn't take long for him to undress you. He is on his knees between your legs, and his tongue is playing with your heat. You moan his name when he starts pushing his fingers inside. The sensation hitting harder than you remembered. He takes his time to savor your taste. It's almost embarrassing how quickly you start shaking against his lips. He quickens his pace, and his free hand caresses your tummy. "Come for my baby," he says while locking his eyes to yours. It's the final push you needed to come undone with a little moan.

You watch him pull out his fingers and lick them. When he starts kissing you, you can taste yourself on his tongue. Your fingers find a way to his chest, gently touching his abs, and they stop at his hardened dick. You stroke him in a tight grip, and his needy moan fills your ears. He kisses your neck and behind your ear. "I want to fuck you," he whispers. He pulls away a little, and you smile at him, "Fuck me".

"Get on all fours," he says while pulling away a little. He slowly strokes his dick and watches the way you're positioning yourself. "Condom?" he asks and helps you to spread your legs. "No, I'm on the pill," you say. He comes close and pushes your head down. His other hand positions his dick to your entrance. With a quick push, he is nestled inside you. You moan at the sensation and his hissing. He doesn't wait for a sign of you; he starts to thrust. "You're so tight," he murmurs at the feeling. His pace quickens with every thrust. His lips press against your hips and back. You wonder how he can be so gentle and hard at the same time.

When he turns you on your back, only to watch your face, you close your eyes. "Look at me," he says while holding your hips to quicken his pace. Your eyes flutter open, and you watch his dick going in and out of you. "koo.." you moan at the sight. "Fuck," he grunts at the nickname. He can see that you're already fucked out and that you're near coming again. When you start shaking against him, his hips falter for a moment. You moan his name while coming down from your high. "Good girl," he praises you while his own climax is reaching him. With a final thrust, his dick twitches inside you. He pushes his whole length inside and spills his cum inside you. Both of your mouths leave a moan. He rests his head on your belly without putting all his weight on you. Your hands quickly find his hair.

He looks up to you with a lovesick smile and watches your tired eyes with awe. Then he slowly pulls out of you, which makes you whine. "Sorry, baby," he says and throws himself next to you. It's weird this time because all he is doing is watching you. You don't know how to feel and also why your heart is beating so fast. He stands up and pulls you into his arms. "Let's take a bath," he says and walks to the bathroom. The night goes on with a long bath and a peaceful sleep. Hugging each other tight until the morning. And also you eat breakfast together.

•

"One more round?" Jimin asks. He looks a little drunk with pink cheeks. You smile at him and nod. At the end it was his idea to go to the house party. You accepted right away because the last time was a long time ago. You watch Jimin walking to the kitchen, and at the same time, you see something suspicious. A nice-looking guy exchanges something. They look like weeds. You never tried it out, but it looks appealing. He looks over to you with a lazy smile, and you return it. That's a good excuse for him to walk towards you.

"Are you watching some business?" he asks. "I mean, you're doing it in the middle of the room," you say. He hands you the drink that he's holding. You take a quick sip and scrunch your face. "It's too strong". He smiles at that and drinks it in one go. "What's your name?" he asks. "Yn, and yours?". "Yoongi," he answers. "If you're interested, that's my number. Call me and we can meet up," he says while giving you a piece of paper. Then he walks away without looking back. Weird you think, but you also keep his number.

"Nice to see you," you hear from behind. When you turn around, you see Jungkook standing there with a cup in his hand. "Same," you answer. Without a single word, you start to dance with him. It's weird how both of you started to move in rhythm. He holds your hips and sings to the music. You laugh at his cute expression and sing along. All of this moment starts to feel like it's in slow motion. Your eyes catch Jimin's worried face and the way he tries to get to you.

You stop dancing, and Jungkook gives you a questioning look. "We need to go," Jimin says without looking at Jungkook. "What happened?" you ask him. Instead of answering, he pulls you away, but Jungkook's strong hand stops him. "What is going on?" he asks this time. Jimin sighs and shows his phone. It's a tweet from the uni-blog.

Hi, my lovely followers. Today's topic is Y/n l/n. Her mother left after giving birth to her. Such a heartbreaking story. But how can she be the school's queen everyone fears? Let's think about that.

See you in the next post!

Your eyes widened while reading it. Everyone thinks that your mother died after your birth. Only your family knows about the truth. And Jimin, and Jungkook. You freeze at the realization and turn towards him. He looks shocked and confused at the same time. "That's so low. Even for you, Jeon," you say. His eyes find yours, but he doesn't answer. You walk to the door knowing a lot of people are looking at you. This gossip will be haunting you for days and months.

When Jungkook starts walking towards you, Jimin stops him. "I thought you guys would be at peace. Did you tell them?" he asks. Jungkook turns to look at him. "No. I swear this time it was not me," he answers. Jimin watches his expressions, and it's weird that he thinks that he is not lying. Both of them rush to the door, but you're long gone.

While getting your phone out of your pocket, you see the paper with a number on it. First you text Jimin that you're going home and want to be alone. Second, you save the number and text him, 'Can we meet?'. Maybe the decision is thoughtless and you will regret it, but right in this moment you need to relax. Your head hurts from thinking about all the rumors and the reaction of your family. Yoongi sends his location and tells you to come in one hour. So you go home and change into more comfy clothes and walk to his place.

The location Yoongi sent to you is a garage in a quiet neighborhood. After a small knock on the door, it opens to reveal Yoongi standing there. He waits for you to come inside, and you start looking around. You had a wild imagination of the space, but to your surprise, it looks really good. There is a big couch in the middle of the garage on a red rug, and in the back you can see some instruments. On the walls are some posters and signs. "Do you like it?" he asks while walking to a chest with drawers. "It's suits you," you answer and sit down on the couch. He comes back with two rolled-up bars. "Are you going to smoke too?" you ask. He nods and makes him comfortable on the couch.

You pull your knees to your chest and hold the blunt in your hand. It's already burning, and you take your first drag. You can feel the difference between weed and the usual stuff you smoke. All of your nerves are relaxing. "So tell me what brings you here," Yoongi says while smoking his own. "I got exposed. Everybody knows what happened with my mother. It sucks," you say. You feel like it's easier to talk, and your thoughts are more collected. "What happened to her?" he asks. He is not the type who is interested in drama, especially because he is older. "She left me after my birth. She saw me as a burden," you admit. You don't know why the tears are streaming down your face.

"I'm sorry for you. But at the end it's her loss. As I can see, you also managed to grow up without her. So you shouldn't be sad about it," he tells you in a cold voice. You glance at him. "It's easy to say. Maybe we would be a perfect family?" you say. He laughs at that. "I know your dad, yn. He would be the same as now, and probably your mother would work with him too. Nothing would change. It's the dynamics of your family. They are focused on working and making money. They need the power". For a moment you're quiet and think. He is right; probably nothing would change. You sigh, "You're right". That's the final word you say, and both of you start smoking in silence.

Your phone is ringing for the 10th time this night. Not that you're aware of it because you fell asleep on the couch an hour ago. But Yoongi starts to feel annoyed by the ringtone. He pulls out your phone and answers it. "Where are you? I'm standing in front of your house, and it looks empty!" Jungkook asks in worry. Yoongi chuckles at that. "She is at my place," he answers. Jungkook freezes at the voice. It's kind of a familiar voice. "Oh, it's me, Yoongi," he adds. "Why is she there? Don't tell me she smoked some shit, hyung," he asks a little angrily. "I know you told me to stay away from her, but she came on her own. Don't get mad; she is alright and sleeping. You can take her home if you want," he explains. Jungkook doesn't answer; he hangs up and starts driving.

When he walks into the garage, he looks at your sleeping figure. You look so peaceful. "Hi, do you want a drink?" Yoongi asks. "No thanks. I will bring her home," he answers. He picks you up carefully and puts you in the car. After making sure you're buckled up and safe, he drives to his apartment.

•

You open your eyes and look around. You can't remember coming here or falling asleep. The distant noises are a sign that you're not alone. You walk to the kitchen only to be met with Jungkook cooking. He doesn't catch that you're standing behind him. For a moment you're enjoying the view. It doesn't matter what he wears or does; he always looks good. When he turns around to place something on the table, he looks at you. "Oh, good morning," he says and smiles at you. You don't answer him and sit down to start eating. He frowns a little, but also he understands.

He sits in front of you and watches you eating. "It wasn't me," he says. You watch his eyes for a moment in hope of catching some mischief in them. But he seems honest. "Okay," you say and smile. "You don't need to go to uni for a while. You can stay here, or I can drive you home," he suggests. "Actually, I don't want to go home. My dad will ask a lot of questions about it," you answer. "You can stay as long as you want," he tells you and grabs your hand. His fingers moving gently on the back of your hand. "Thank you. I appreciate that, but I will stay with Jimin," you say. A little sad to break his heart. He quickly masks the disappointment on his face. "I also will go to school. No need to act like it's affecting me," you add. He nods at that, and both of you return to eat.

•

The school day is as expected. A lot of students asked you about the news, and you told them that it's a family issue. Also, you got a lot of weird looks from people you didn't like. You feel a little lonely when neither Jimin nor Jungkook is in sight. You wonder what they are doing.

At the same time, Jungkook and Jimin are standing in the sports hall. Some of their friends holding the door and others standing in front of it to give a signal when a teacher comes. The poor boy is sitting on his knees on the floor. Apologies leaving his mouth in fear. Jimin and Jungkook were on the search for the responsible person. And it was easier to find him than they were expecting. He was the son of a famous family. His mother was friends with your grandmother. And that explains how he knew about your secret. Jimin wanted him to apologize to you, but Jungkook wasn't satisfied with this idea. So he started beating him up and then made him apologize. "I will text YN to come," Jimin tells him.

After receiving the message, you walk to the sports hall. A little confused but also curious. When you step inside, you see a boy with blood all over his face looking at you. Jimin and Jungkook standing in front of him. "What the fuck is going on?" you ask. Both men turn towards you. "That's the guy who told it to the blog," Jimin answers. You roll your eyes. "So you started beating him up?" you ask. "He deserved that," Jungkook says and shrugs his shoulders.

The boy looks at you in hope and says, "I'm sorry. It was dumb of me. Please forgive me". You look him up and down. "Don't act like you're sorry. If I were you, I would run," you whisper the last sentence. He stays in place for a while, and then he starts running away. You turn to Jungkook, "I don't need a lame apology". "Everyone should know that they shouldn't mess with you," he says. You look down at his red knuckles and sigh, "Look at your hand. So stupid of you!". Jimin crackles at that but shuts up after getting a glare from Jungkook. You hug Jimin's side. "Thank you for being there for me," you say. He quickly hugs you back. "Everything for you, princess". You giggle at him and catch Jungkook's frown. "What about me?" he asks. For a moment he looks like a lost puppy, and you snort. "Thank you too," you say. But you can already see that he isn't satisfied with that. Despite that, you walk out with both of them and make fun of the boy who was seconds from crying. Your heart is feeling a lot lighter.

•

The weeks go on, and every day it gets quieter. There are some people left who talk about the topic, but a lot of them dropped it. You found a good bond with Jungkook and Jimin. Feeling like you were friends for more than years. Okay, you know both of them since childhood. But Jimin was your friend since then, and Jungkook your enemy. Not anymore, though, and it doesn't feel weird. You can feel that he is developing some feelings for you. And you can't deny that you have feelings too. But no need to rush it, right?

Your family was more affected by the gossip than you. They were worried that the business would be destroyed. Your dad and grandmother scolding you for being dumb and telling people about it. After you told them that it was the son of your grandmother's friend, they left you alone. Sometimes you were staying at Jungkook's house instead of at home. And you think that this was the best decision you ever had.

Tonight you planned to go on a date with Jungkook to spend some time together. He picks you up in his fancy car. Lending you a bouquet of red roses. You smile at him and lean in for a kiss. "You look beautiful," he says while looking at you. If you had seen this months ago, you would have laughed. But now you're happy with him and smiling wide every time he talks.

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nakylvr · 2 days ago

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could you maybe write one of the girls (preferably dani or sophia) reacting to the readers buzzcut because i’m getting one in february and i am so fucking nervous and i think it would boost my confidence a lot✨ it also doesn’t matter if it’s tmasc or masc lesbian whatever you feel more comfortable with💙💙💙 thank you

im so sorry this took this long 😭 but congrats on it cause i could never 😍 i love my hair too much LMAO. i decided to do both for you 🫶

warnings/tags: established relationship, gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned), fluff

sophia

sophia is always supportive of you no matter what. there's never really a "bad" decision you could make that would upset her ever unless it was drastic. so the day you show up at the dorm unannounced, with all your hair shaved off down to a buzz cut, the way she silently stared had you thinking this was one of those bad decisions. but then she smiles and just lets out a quiet "wow" before wrapping her arms around your neck. her hands gently graze the nape of your neck, the prickly hair making her smile more. first she's asking why you decided to do it, but then she's telling you how good it looks and how much she likes it. while she's partially upset she can't run her fingers through your hair anymore, she can't deny that she loves rubbing her hands down the back of your head whenever she's kissing you. that being said, she will buy you beanies when it gets to winter cause she doesn't want your head freezing.

daniela

dani is your number 1 supporter. always. whatever you want to do, she's there encouraging it even if it's stupid, she's an enabler. so when you tell her you were thinking of cutting your hair, she was like "oh, okay" but explaining you wanted a buzz cut had her literally jumping with excitement. she asks (begs) if she can do it, saying that she can if she has the equipment she can do it and will pout if you don't let her. if you let her, shes ecstatic and is immediately sitting you down in the bathroom to do it. she'll ask a couple times if you really want to do it, and when you say yes she just smiles and starts buzzing the hair off. when she's finished she's grinning, dimples showing as she stands you up and has you face the mirror saying how good she did. she is immediately rubbing her hands all across your head giggling while telling you how good it looks and how much she likes it. she will be taking pictures of you and her in the mirror to show it off and post them while being so dramatic about how amazing it looks. she doesn't shut up about it for the next few weeks, and even then she's still expressing how much she likes it when it's just you two together.

#katseye thoughts 💭#katseye x reader #katseye imagines #sophia laforteza thoughts 💭#sophia laforteza x reader #sophia x reader #sophia imagine #daniela avanzini thoughts 💭#daniela avanzini x reader #daniela x reader #daniela imagine #request

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melonglossz · 2 days ago

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cw. fem!reader wlw, mommy kink (duh), fingering, toy use, nipple play, mdni.

thinking about accidentally calling kiyoko mommy in bed.

your head spins from the slim finger pumping in and out massaging your gummy walls. the vibrations against your swollen clit don’t help you think straight either. maybe that’s why it slips out because you can’t think properly. the only thing on your mind is kiyoko and how she’s making you feel.

“fuck mommy…” you feel your body freeze and your face heat up. you can’t believe you said that. your eyes stay glued to the ceiling refusing to look at her face. you don’t want to see whatever look she has in her eyes. the fingers inside you falter a little telling all you need to know, she definitely heard you, how couldn’t she?

you want to say something, an apology, or that you didn’t mean to say that but before you can her fingers resume their pace, much faster this time. the vibration on your clit grows stronger and you let out a choked gasp.

“oh god, kiyo.”

she clicks her tongue at you. “that’s not my name now it is sweetheart.”

“n-no mommy,” you pant out, shaking your head.

“good girl. you’re such a good girl for mommy.” you let out a loud whine, fingers gripping the sheets underneath you.

kiyoko watches from her kneeled position on the bed as your greedy pussy swallows her fingers. curling her digits deep inside you as she circles the vibrator around your clit she feels your wall contract around her. she hisses out a low curse and shifts her thighs slightly, where your hips are perched, to relieve a bit of her own arousal.

“mommy…”

“hm?”

“please, i-i need more.”

“more,” she chuckles, “what a nasty girl, asking for more when i'm already giving this messy pussy so much.” kiyoko fiddles with the toy before she presses it harder against your sensitive nub on the highest setting.

your back arches off the bed and a loud wail rips through your body. your hips try to jerk away but kiyoko follows them. “stop running away sweetheart you asked for it.” she continues to drive her fingers into you aiming for that one spot again and again causing you to let out another wail.

looking away from your glistening folds, kiyoko sees the way your chest heaves, your perky nipples on full display, and the tears running down your hot cheeks. you look like an absolute mess and she loves it.

adjusting so your hips lay against the plush bed, kiyoko leans forward so she’s closer to your chest. before you can ask what she’s doing her mouth latches on to your tit.

a choked gasp leaves your lips as you feel her tongue swirl around your nipple, her teeth coming to nip at your hardened bud. the cold lenses of her glasses press against your skin and with the mix of her hot mouth, it causes goosebumps to form.

kiyoko smirks at the way your body squirms underneath her and the little whimpers that fall from her mouth. her eyes meet your teary ones as she pulls away from your tit to move on to the other. she doesn’t wrap her mouth around your nipple instead her teeth bite down and roughly tug up. your whimpers turn into a loud whine and your chest follows her mouth to alleviate the sharp pain. eyes squeezing shut your fingers grip the bed sheets even harder till your knuckles go white.

her fingers keep their mind-numbing pace inside you as she pulls your nipple taut. your stomach clenches and unclenches as you grow closer and closer to the edge, your legs tightening around her. “shit mommy, ‘m close, ‘m so f-fucking close.”

“cum for me baby, cum for mommy, make a mess all over my fingers.” she lets go of your sensitive bud and flicks her tongue to help soothe the pain.

and you do, your mouth falls open in a silent moan, and your muscles tense up as a wave of pleasure comes crashing down. there’s no part of your body that doesn’t feel it. the grip you have on her fingers is strong, milking her for something she wishes she could give you.

you can barely hear kiyoko’s soft voice over the white noise in your ears as she slowly pulls out of you. your body slowly relaxes as you do your best to catch your breath. cracking open an eye as the loud buzzing of the vibrator cuts off you see kiyoko pop her fingers into her mouth to taste you. “you’re so hot.”

she laughs at your words as she pulls out her fingers. scooting up the bed towards you she places her dry hand on the back of your neck pulling you in for a kiss. you push yourself up onto your hands to meet her. you can taste yourself on her tongue causing you to moan. kiyoko kisses you for a little while longer before she pulls away with a smile. she gives you a couple more quick pecks then swipes away a few stray tears.

you stare at her for a few seconds longer before you flop back down on the bed and let out a loud groan into the pillow when you roll over, embarrassment flooding through you.

“sweetheart, c’mon, it’s not that bad,” she reassured you, trying to pull you away from the pillow you kept trying to dig yourself into.

“no kiyoko it’s embarrassing okay? just let me die here.” you keep your eyes shut as she rolls you over to face her. her fingers brush across your cheek and move to play with the ends of your hair.

“you’re so dramatic. it’s okay, really. if i didn’t like it i would have stopped and told you.” you open your eyes to peer up at her and you're met with her fond smile, pretty rosy cheeks, and soft eyes that are framed beautifully by her glasses.

“okay fine but it’s still embarrassing.”

she leans down and gives your cheek a peck, “yes, yes i know. now come on, let's go take a bath together.”

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ikalyyy · 1 day ago

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♡︎ㅤ! 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָstray bunny pt. 01 ⋆⭒˚.⋆

Where Kang Saebyeok is chased by another girl after they were fired from the games.

𖹭.ᐟ Warnings: angst ; fluff ; no callback to the games ; fem! reader

Saebyeok felt the cold pavement against her almost naked body, she cursed the world for the cold night and those damn heartless pink guards; shaking her head and rubbing it a little against the ground, she managed to take off the blindfold. She recognized a little of her surroundings, she had visited that place to steal a few times. She sighed exhaustedly as she tried to untie her hands, the cold was freezing her, and when she finally let go, she smiled a little, untied her feet and before she could get up, a small but sharp squeal startled her.

"Ah, damn cold!" you screamed, feeling your bones suffer from the low temperature.

"Shut up, girl" a cold and somewhat hoarse voice made you shut up a little, still with distrust you raised your chin and managed to sit down.

"Who are you?" you asked in fear.

"Turn around" was an order, cold and clear, you didn't even complain as usual, you just turned around and raised your hands as much as you could. Other cold hands made some contact with your back, making you gasp, you finally felt free and you took off the blindfold, to look at your savior.

"God, thank you!" you smiled so big it hurt, the girl in front of you, with short wavy hair, a look colder than the pavement, beautiful features, full lips... and half naked, you blushed looking down. "Wow, I think I saw you... yes, I saw you!" you said in a shrill tone, you had recognized her by her brave attitude.

"Uhm..." she let out a simple sound.

"I saw how you pulled that man's hair while we were playing, it was amazing! I liked hearing him beg" you carefully untied your feet and started to get dressed, that girl remained silent, you turned around to change "I also saw how they beat you up when we first arrived, and I thought 'this girl is such a troublemaker' I wanted to talk to you but the game started and I couldn't become your friend anymore, I guess it's lucky we met here and-" when you turned around you noticed that that girl was already dressed and was walking a few meters away from you, literally leaving you talking to yourself. You finished getting dressed in a second, and ran after her.

"Stop following me" she muttered, her hands stuffed into her green jacket.

"Uh, I just don't have anywhere to go..." you muttered, running beside her.

"I'm not a fucking babysitter, find your way" her rude and abrupt tone made you reconsider the idea of following her.

"You're right, babysitters are nicer," you huffed as you followed behind her, your little skirt swaying prettily, though it was awful for the weather and you regretted choosing it, though your fuzzy sweater helped.

"Stop it, stop following me," she turned around to look at you, but you just smiled.

"I don't want to. What are you going to do to stop it?" you walked closer, barely reaching her neck. Your mischievous smile disappeared when she pulled a small pocket knife out of her pocket, making you gasp. "Okay, I get it."

The pretty girl kept walking while you sat on a cold bench. She barely walked a few feet before turning back.

"Do you really have nowhere to go?" she muttered, as if she felt obligated.

"No, before I went to the games, I got kicked out of the apartment I was renting," you said, as if it wasn't even a big deal.

"Do you promise to shut up the whole way?" She asked looking at you "I don't want a jumping bunny around me" her aggressive tone made you smile.

"Tsk, I'll try my best" you smiled, putting a hand on your chest, as an oath.

"You'll only stay tonight" she said before walking, without waiting you followed her, like a stray bunny.

Bah, easy promises to break. By the way, at no point along the way you stayed quiet, you were even twice as loud, Saebyeok could only sigh and count numbers in his mind to avoid leaving you abandoned in that place.

They won't be returning to the games. because I really don't want to add angst hhahah, don't worry about it...

Tell me if you want me to mention you in the next chapter! :D

with lots of love and sugar, ika (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

#kang sae byeok x reader #saebyeok x reader #kang saebyeok #sae byeok smut #squid game x reader #wlw #kang sae byeok #fanfic #kang sae-byeok x fem! reader #fem reader #squid game s1

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nervousdiythesimspsychic · 2 days ago

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warning: violence, strong language, blood and gore

I hope you like it, (y/n) is in real danger hihi

xxx

Ziezo

Then she feels it.

A rough, strong hand clamps around her arm like an iron shackle. A familiar, raspy voice growls near her ear.

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chapter 5: captured again

"Well, well… so you’re the girl who got us into trouble."

(y/n) blood freezes. She looks up and sees the broad-shouldered hunter with the wild beard—one of the men whose table she had used to stash her stolen goods.

His eyes gleam with recognition. And worse—with fury.

(y/n) tries to wrench herself free, but the hunter has the grip of a beast. His rough hand clamps tightly around her upper arm, his fingers digging deep into her flesh. She hisses in pain, but he doesn’t give her a chance to catch her breath.

"I wouldn’t do anything stupid, girl," he growls. His voice is deep and menacing, reeking of tobacco. "You’ve caused enough trouble already."

(y/n) breath quickens—this was not part of the plan.

Behind her, she hears Jongho and Mingi shouting in the distance. They storm through the harbor, their eyes scanning for their escaped prisoner. But the hunter is prepared.

With a brutal yank, he drags her into a narrow passage between two wooden sheds. (y/n) digs her heels into the wet cobblestones, trying to resist, but he’s far too strong. He pulls her along effortlessly, his grip merciless.

Then, before she can scream, something presses against her mouth—a piece of rough fabric soaked in a bitter scent.

Chloroform.

(y/n) struggles, her heart pounding wildly, but her vision quickly blurs. Her body grows heavy. Her knees buckle. The world starts to spin around her.

"That’s better," the hunter mutters, just before the darkness swallows her whole.

When (y/n) slowly regains consciousness, she feels something hard beneath her back. Cold. Rough. Wood?

Her head throbs as if it’s splitting apart, her body sluggish and heavy. She tries to move her arms, but her wrists are bound with thick, coarse ropes. She groans softly, her fox still restless inside her chest.

Voices echo in the distance. Men laughing, talking, throwing wood onto a crackling fire. The scent of roasted meat fills the air.

Slowly, she opens her eyes.

She’s lying in a wooden cart, her wrists and tightly bound.

Her gaze flickers sideways. A bit further, near the fire, she sees five men. Large, rugged hunters dressed in heavy cloaks and leather armor. Her heart skips a beat as she recognizes the man who took her. He sits on a fallen tree trunk, a knife in his hand, slicing a piece of meat.

His friends laugh at something he says. But then he looks up, his eyes gleaming in the darkness straight at her.

"Well, well, she’s awake," he grins.

(y/n) breath catches. This is bad. Very bad.

The hunters move closer, their eyes filled with curiosity and something far more dangerous.

"What do we do with her?" asks one, a bald man with a long scar across his cheek.

"I say we sell her," says another, a broad man in a battered leather coat. "There’s bound to be someone willing to pay a good price for her."

"Or we keep her," suggests the bearded man who captured her. "Maybe she has secrets we can use."

The men chuckle. But (y/n) feels her fox growl fiercely inside her, sharpening its claws.

She needs to get out of here.

The leader of the hunters rises from his seat by the fire. He is an imposing man, broad-shouldered, with a rugged beard that makes his sharp jawline even more menacing. His eyes bore into (y/n), filled with calculation and resentment.

"I want to know why those eight men are so desperate to catch her," he says slowly, twirling his dagger between his fingers. "No one hunts someone that fiercely without a damn good reason."

The other hunters nod in agreement.

(y/n) watches them silently, her mind racing. She can’t fully control her breathing, but she knows she can’t show weakness. Her fox growls restlessly inside her. Stay calm. Wait. Wait for the right moment.

The leader steps closer, gripping her chin roughly, forcing her to look up.

"I want answers, girl," he says. "Why are those eight men after you?"

(y/n) narrows her eyes. "Why would I tell you?"

He grins and tightens his grip on her jaw, but (y/n) doesn’t flinch.

"You’ve caused us enough trouble," he continues. "We were doing just fine until you interfered with our business. Because of you, we were nearly thrown out of the city!"

The other hunters grumble in agreement.

"Those eight men were ruthless," snarls the man in the leather coat. "They thought we were working with you! We lost our loot because of you."

The leader nods thoughtfully and releases the girl. "Yeah… and I don’t take that lightly."

He turns to his men. "We’ll make her pay. Not only do I want to know why those men want her so badly, but I want revenge for what she did to us."

The hunters murmur their agreement.

"How do we do that?" asks a man with the scarred face.

The leader smirks, glancing back at her, a cunning glint in his eyes.

"Oh, we’ll return her soon enough," he says with a grin. "But on our terms."

(y/n) stomach twists.

In the tavern, tension hung thick in the air. The door slammed shut as Hongjoong turned his furious gaze on San, Wooyoung, and Mingi. His eyes burned with anger and frustration.

"How. Did. This. Happen?" he asked, his voice slow and threatening.

San, Mingi, and Wooyoung stood like guilty children, unable to meet his eyes.

"You had one job!" Hongjoong finally roared. "One simple job! To watch her!"

"Start talking," he snapped.

San took a deep breath before speaking. "She… she was crying," he said, his voice heavier than usual. "Not just a little—she was shaking. She looked at us with eyes full of pure despair, and…"

The room fell silent.

Then, the door suddenly burst open.

A breathless fisherman stood in the doorway, his face sweaty, chest rising and falling rapidly.

"You’re the eight men looking for that strange girl, right?" he panted. "The one who caused all that chaos in the city?"

All eyes locked onto him.

"I know where she is."

Everyone in the room froze. Hongjoong's outburst was abruptly cut off, and all eyes shot toward the fisherman.

"What did you say?" Seonghwa asked slowly, his tone commanding.

The fisherman swallowed with difficulty, still out of breath. "I… I saw a big man with a beard take her. Thrown over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing. He was heading toward the city gate."

"What kind of man?" Yunho asked sharply.

"A hunter, I think," the fisherman said, wiping a hand over his sweaty forehead. "He looked like someone used to hunting and surviving. I didn’t follow him further, but he left the city. Probably to his camp."

Mingi cursed softly. "Great. As if this wasn’t bad enough already, now she’s in someone else’s hands."

Hongjoong clenched his fists. "Did you see anything else? Anything that might help?"

The fisherman shook his head. "I didn’t want to get too close. He had a few others with him, but they didn’t seem to be in a hurry. As if they knew they weren’t being pursued."

"That changes now," Jongho said resolutely.

Yunho stepped forward, his sharp gaze locked on the fisherman. "You said that the bearded man wasn’t alone. What did the others look like?"

The fisherman took a deep breath and rubbed the back of his head as he thought. "Uh… well, the big guy with the beard was clearly the leader. Broad shoulders, rugged look, seemed like an experienced fighter. The others… There was one with a scar across his cheek, a lanky guy with bright red hair, a rather muscular man with a shaved head, and one who was smaller but had sharp eyes. They all carried weapons and seemed well-coordinated."

The room fell silent.

A heavy realization settled over the eight men like a looming storm cloud.

"Damn it," San muttered finally, running a hand through his hair. "It’s those hunters."

Wooyoung shot up. "Wait, you mean—"

"Yes," Seonghwa interrupted grimly. "The same men we kicked out when we found out that (y/n) had placed our supplies on their table."

Mingi swore. "So they have her now?!"

Hongjoong narrowed his eyes in thought, his fists clenching as the gravity of the situation sank in. "If that’s the case… then (y/n) is in deep trouble."

Jongho frowned. "Do you think they recognize her? That they know she was the one who put them in that situation?"

"If they don’t know yet, they’ll find out soon enough," Yeosang answered seriously.

Yunho crossed his arms and slowly shook his head. "That means getting her back isn’t just a matter of chasing after her. This is going to be a fight."

The fisherman glanced around uneasily. "Whatever you’re planning, I suggest you move fast. Those hunters didn’t look like they had any intention of treating her kindly."

Hongjoong sighed and massaged his temples. "We can’t afford to mess this up." His eyes scanned the group. "We need a plan. And this time, we do it smarter."

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(y/n) was thrown harshly to the ground, her body bouncing painfully against the hard earth. The men laughed at her weak attempt to get up.

“Well, well,” the deep voice of the bearded leader rumbled as he looked down at her. “You’ve caused us quite a bit of trouble, girl.”

(y/n) clenched her jaw and tried to steady her breathing. Panic wouldn’t help her now. She had to stay clear-headed, find a way out. But as she looked around, all she saw were the dark outlines of the forest and the fiery eyes of the hunters staring at her like a captured prey.

The man with the scar across his nose crouched in front of her and grabbed her chin roughly. “Why would those eight guys care so much about you?” he sneered, tightening his grip and tilting her head slightly as if trying to read an answer from her face.

(y/n) jerked her head away, but it only earned her a hard slap across the face. Her head pounded, and her ears rang, but she remained silent.

“Lost your voice?” The bearded leader grinned, stepping beside her with his boots planted firmly in the dirt.

One of the other hunters, the bald one with broad shoulders, leaned against a fallen tree and pulled a knife from his belt. He began toying with it, slowly running the blade over his fingertips. “Maybe we should loosen her up a bit. People tend to talk more when they’re uncomfortable.”

(y/n) heart pounded in her throat, but she knew she couldn’t let her fear show. “Why would I tell you anything?” she snapped, carefully pushing herself up onto her elbows. “What do you gain from knowing why they’re after me?”

The leader crouched beside her, a cold smile on his lips. “Because I want to know if you’re worth handing over… or if we should make our own deal with them. Maybe they’re willing to trade something for you. And if they’re not…” He let the words hang in the air, but the threat was clear.

(y/n) swallowed hard. She had gotten herself into serious trouble.

A fist came flying, slamming into her face. A sharp pain shot through her nose, and instantly, she tasted the salty, metallic tang of blood in her mouth. A warm trickle ran down her upper lip, dripped onto her chin, and fell to the dusty ground.

(y/n) curled in on herself, her breathing heavy and uneven. But despite the pain and the pounding in her head, the corner of her mouth twitched slightly upward. Her eyes sparkled with defiance as she wiped the blood away with the back of her hand.

“Well, well… so tough,” she mocked. “Hitting girls. Does that make you feel good?”

An icy silence fell over the camp. The hunters looked at their leader, waiting to see how he would react to her insolence.

The bearded man slowly leaned toward her, his large frame casting a shadow over her battered body. His breath reeked of alcohol and tobacco as he whispered menacingly, “Girl… I can do far worse than just give you a bloody nose.”

His voice was low and dangerous, and even the other hunters shifted uncomfortably.

(y/n) fingers curled into the dirt. She had to keep breathing. Keep thinking. Her heart pounded wildly.

The man straightened up and looked down at her bloodied face. “Let her stew for a while,” he ordered the others. “Maybe she’ll be more talkative once she realizes there’s no way out.”

One of the other hunters chuckled and kicked some dirt in her direction. “Or maybe after a few more hits.”

(y/n) breathing turned unsteady as the hunter’s words lingered like poison in her mind. Her hands trembled slightly, her heart pounded against her ribs. She was tied up, surrounded, and had no way to escape.

But she wasn’t alone.

Deep inside her, she felt the faint tremor of her inner fox, a soft, whimpering sound only she could hear. The fox sensed her fear and grew restless, stirring her instincts awake.

The leader of the hunters noticed her reaction and smirked. “Oh? Finally getting scared, girl?” He crouched beside her again, grabbing her chin roughly and forcing her to look at him. His nails dug into her skin. “I asked you a question. Why do those eight men want you so badly?”

(y/n) clenched her jaw, meeting his gaze with fiery eyes despite the fear tightening her throat.

One of the other hunters, a scrawny man with a filthy grin, pulled out a knife and let the tip glide along her arm. Not deep enough to cut, but just enough to make her feel the threat.

(y/n) fox whined in her head again, louder this time. Her heart raced faster. The fox sensed the danger and wanted to react.

The bearded leader stood up and cracked his neck. “Listen carefully,” he said. “We’ve already lost a lot because of you and those eight idiots. So if you think you’re walking away from this unharmed, you’re dead wrong.”

He gave a nod to the scrawny man with the knife. “Show her we mean business.”

Before (y/n) could react, she felt a sharp sting in her upper arm. Not deep, but enough to break the skin. She bit down hard on her lip to keep from making a sound, but her body trembled with anger and pain. Her fox growled loudly in her mind now.

The hunter grinned in satisfaction as a few drops of blood dripped onto the ground. “See? That was just the beginning.”

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The night was quieter than they wanted. No wind, no animal sounds—only the crackling of the campfire and the coarse laughter of the hunters. The eight men lay hidden among the trees, their bodies pressed low to the ground as they observed the camp. Hongjoong’s gaze was cold, locked onto (y/n), who sat bound on the ground, her head slightly bowed.

One of the hunters, the bearded man who had taken her earlier, stood over her. His rough voice carried through the camp. “So, tell us, girl… why do those eight want you so badly?”

(y/n) slowly lifted her head, her eyes dark with anger and pain. But before she could say anything, the man suddenly lunged forward and punched her hard in the face. Her head snapped back as a sharp cry escaped her throat.

San tensed at the sight. His fingers dug into the earth as he held his breath.

“Wait,” Yeosang whispered beside him. “We have to time this right.”

Meanwhile, the hunter crouched down, grinning as he watched blood trickle from (y/n) nose. “Well, well, so tough,” (y/n) sneered, licking the blood from her split lip.

The scrawny man let out a dry chuckle and pulled a dagger from his belt. He held the blade close to her face, tapping her cheek playfully. “I can do far worse than a bloody nose.”

He dragged the tip of the dagger slowly along her arm, just hard enough to leave a thin red line on her skin.

Yunho had to restrain himself from leaping forward. His knuckles turned white as he clenched his fists.

“I swear, if he lays another finger on her—” Mingi’s voice was barely audible, his entire body trembling with rage.

But Hongjoong shook his head. “Not yet.”

Wooyoung’s eyes flickered between the hunters and Y/n). He felt the adrenaline burning in his chest. But Hongjoong was right. If they intervened now without a plan, it would turn into chaos, and (y/n) might end up even more hurt.

The hunters didn’t seem finished with her yet.

They lay completely still among the trees, their breathing heavy and tense as they observed every movement in the camp. The hunters had gathered around (y/n), their shadows dancing in the flickering firelight. Hongjoong kept his gaze locked on them, his mind racing to form a plan.

“We need to get her out of there without it turning into an all-out fight,” Yeosang whispered. “If we charge in now, we might lose her in the chaos.”

Yunho nodded. “Maybe we can create a distraction? A false threat to shift their focus.”

Mingi glanced at San and Wooyoung, both still stiff with anger. “We need speed. The moment they’re distracted, I’ll grab her and disappear into the forest.”

Hongjoong narrowed his eyes. “Alright, but we—”

A bloodcurdling scream tore through the night.

All eight of them froze.

The scream came from the center of the camp. (y/n).

Their heads snapped up just in time to see one of the hunters looming over her, something sharp glinting in his hands under the firelight. She groaned, her body convulsing in pain.

Wooyoung gasped. “What are they doing to her?”

And then it happened.

(y/n) body stiffened, her breathing quickened, and a shiver ran across her skin. The fire cast eerie shadows across her face, and something… changed. Her eyes seemed lighter, her features sharper.

The hunters, who had just been grinning around her, suddenly took a step back. One of them cursed and reached for his weapon.

The eight men in the shadows felt the air tremble.

“What is…?” San whispered, but before anyone could answer, he felt it.

A presence.

A deep, primal force rippling through the camp.

And then (y/n) looked up.

But it was no longer just (y/n).

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(y/n) gasped as the man above her leaned in, his rough hand pressing down on her shoulder while he slowly dragged the dagger along her skin. The blade glinted in the dim light of the campfire, and she felt the chilling threat hanging in the air. "Let's see if you still have that big mouth when you feel real pain," he growled.

She tried to pull away, but her wrists were still tightly bound. Her muscles tensed, her breathing grew heavy and uneven. Fear coiled around her heart like an icy grip as she watched the man raise his dagger with a merciless grin… and then drive it brutally into her leg.

A sharp, burning pain shot through her body. A strangled cry escaped her throat as the metal pierced her flesh. Her vision blurred for a moment, her head spinning from the pain and adrenaline.

And then it happened.

A deep growl rumbled in her chest, raw and animalistic. Her fear vanished, swallowed by something much stronger. The fire inside her roared—not with panic, but with pure, untamed rage. Her breathing quickened, and suddenly, her body felt light… different.

Her eyes snapped open, now brighter than ever—almost glowing in the dark.

The man above her hesitated, his expression shifting from arrogance to confusion. "What in the actual hell…?"

But he didn't get the chance to finish his sentence.

With a speed he never expected, (y/n) pushed herself up with her bound hands and slammed her forehead into his jaw. The impact was hard and sudden, making him stumble backward.

Before he could recover, she wrapped her legs around his neck, twisted her body in a fluid motion, and yanked him down with brutal force. He hit the ground hard, cursing, but he had no chance to fight back.

(y/n) grip tightened, her muscles coiling like a predator crushing its prey. The man choked, his hands clawing at her legs, but she didn't let go.

The remaining four hunters stared at her, frozen in shock.

"What’s happening?" one of them murmured, his voice unsteady.

"I don't know," another whispered. "But… this isn’t normal."

(y/n) felt it too. She was still there, somewhere deep inside, but the fox had completely taken over. Her rage, her strength, her instincts—they were all unleashed.

And now, she was the hunter.

A tense silence hung in the air, broken only by the crackling campfire and the hunters' heavy breathing. The man beneath (y/n) struggled, his hands clawing at the dirt as he gasped for air. But she gave him no chance to break free. Her grip tightened, her eyes gleaming like burning gemstones in the dim light.

Then, one of the hunters suddenly broke the silence.

"No… NO! This can't be happening!" His voice trembled with fear as he took a step back. His eyes were wide, his breath quick and panicked. "I… I’ve heard about her! About the fox! We have to get out of here!"

His panic spread like wildfire. The other hunters glanced at him in confusion, but his hysteria planted a seed of unease in their minds.

"What the hell are you talking about?" one of them growled, his hand resting nervously on the hilt of his knife.

"The fox! The demon! I heard a ghost story a few towns over! They say she’s not just some girl—she’s a monster! A beast hiding in human form!"

(y/n) growled deep in her chest, a primal sound that made the hairs on their arms stand on end. The hunter stumbled back further, his eyes filled with fear and superstition.

"I'm telling you, we have to kill her now before she—"

Before he could finish his sentence, (y/n) moved.

Fast. Too fast.

With brutal force, she pushed off the ground and lunged at him. Her movements were fluid, unnaturally agile, as if the shadows themselves carried her forward. Her bound hands were no obstacle—her entire body was a weapon.

The hunter let out a startled yelp, raising his arms to defend himself, but it was too late. (y/n) shoulder slammed into his chest, knocking him back with a harsh thud. He hit the ground with a heavy crash, gasping for air as he clutched his ribs.

The other hunters finally reached for their weapons, knives and daggers flashing in the firelight. But their hands trembled. The fear was visible in their eyes now.

(y/n) felt the fox take full control. Her teeth clenched, her muscles trembled with adrenaline. The scent of their fear filled the air—thick and intoxicating.

She was no longer the prey.

She was the hunter.

(y/n) felt the burning knife in her leg, the throbbing pain of her bloody nose, and the stinging cut on her arm, but the fox forced her to keep fighting. The hunters' fear fueled her, but her body had already suffered too much. Her breathing was labored, her muscles screamed in protest with every movement.

The first hunter lunged at her, dagger raised. She dodged at the last second, ramming her shoulder into his ribs. He staggered but quickly regained his balance, swinging his blade at her again. At the same time, another hunter grabbed her from behind. A rough arm locked around her waist, yanking her backward. She thrashed, kicking wildly, but her strength was fading.

A third hunter struck her across the face—hard and merciless. Stars exploded in her vision, and she stumbled. The fox snarled inside her, but even the beast knew she couldn’t fight much longer. Her injuries were taking their toll.

Then chaos erupted.

From the trees, eight figures stormed forward like predators lying in wait. Hongjoong was the first to reach her, drawing his sword, his expression fierce and deadly. San and Wooyoung were right behind him, followed by Mingi and Yeosang, their fury crashing over the hunters like a tidal wave.

"Get your hands off her!" San snarled, fists clenched.

The hunters, now outnumbered and with two of their own already bleeding on the ground, realized they had no chance. Their leader, the bearded man, scanned the scene in an instant and made the only choice left to him.

"Grab them and get out of here!" he barked at his men.

The two least-injured hunters rushed to lift their fallen comrades, while the rest of the group retreated. Within seconds, they disappeared into the darkness of the night, their footsteps fading into the distance.

(y/n) was still standing, her chest heaving as she struggled to stay upright. Her legs felt heavy, her body screamed for rest. The fox inside her wanted to keep fighting.

(y/n) chest rose and fell as her body trembled from adrenaline. Her fox was in survival mode and refused to surrender. The hunters had fled, but now the eight men surrounded her—their postures tense, their gazes locked on her.

They are enemies.

The thought flashed through her mind as her glowing eyes darted between them. The fox and (y/n) could no longer tell friend from enemies—her instincts screamed at her to fight. Her lip curled in a warning snarl, her fingers twitching into claws.

San took a cautious step forward, his hands raised in a placating gesture. "(y/n), listen to me."

But the fox didn’t listen.

With a raw snarl, she lunged. Her claws slashed toward San’s chest. He barely dodged in time, feeling the air rush past his skin.

"Shit," he muttered.

Before he could recover, she spun and attacked Yunho. Her body moved purely on instinct—fast, aggressive, lethal. She struck at his side, forcing him back a few steps.

Mingi jumped in, trying to grab her wrists, but she slipped through his grip like a shadow and lashed out at him. Her nails raked across his arm, leaving thin red streaks.

“She’s still in fight mode,” Yeosang observed.

"No shit, Sherlock," Wooyoung growled, jumping back as (y/n) feinted an attack toward him.

But as the fox kept fighting, they began to notice. Her breathing was heavy. Her attacks were less precise. Her movements, no matter how fast and aggressive, lacked the strength they once had.

Yeosang analyzed her the most keenly. His eyes followed her patterns, noticing how her muscles trembled from exhaustion. Her injuries were slowing her down, and her reflexes were not as sharp as they should be.

"She’s tired," he whispered.

Hongjoong saw it too and gave a brief nod. "She’s been tied up all night, fought the hunters, and got injured. Her body can’t take much more."

San looked at (y/n), whose breathing was growing heavier. She tried to strike again, but her attack was less focused. Seonghwa blocked her blow effortlessly and gently pushed her back.

"I've got her," Seonghwa said calmly, and before (y/n) could launch another attack, he quickly stepped forward and wrapped his arms tightly around her.

(y/n) body tensed. Her fox growled and struggled, trying to bite, to break free, but Seonghwa’s grip was firm and unwavering.

"Easy, (y/n)," he whispered right next to her ear.

She kept struggling, her heart pounding, her entire body screaming to fight. But her strength was slipping away. Her limbs felt like lead. Her wounds burned and throbbed. Her fox let out one last weak growl.

With a final, exhausted gasp, her body went limp in Seonghwa’s arms.

Wooyoung and San stepped closer, their expressions filled with concern.

"It’s over," Yeosang murmured again.

Seonghwa felt how heavy her body had become against his own. He held her firmly while Hongjoong cast a quick glance at the others.

"We need to get her out of here," Hongjoong said resolutely.

Seonghwa nodded.

(y/n) eyes slowly fluttered shut. The last thing she felt was the warmth of Seonghwa’s body and the soft rhythm of his breathing before she completely faded into darkness.

The group stood in a circle, their breathing still heavy with tension. Seonghwa held (y/n) tightly in his arms, her limp body pressed against his chest. Her face was pale, the bloodstains on her clothes dark. Small tremors ran through her body—a sign of exhaustion and pain.

San ran a hand through his hair and sighed in frustration. “We can’t leave her like this. She needs care.”

Mingi nodded, crossing his arms. “Yeah, but we can’t just bring her into the city either. Not after everything that’s happened.”

Wooyoung looked at the sleeping (y/n) and slowly shook his head. “The hunters know who she is now. Maybe people won’t believe them, but they’ll talk. And if they convince enough people…”

Yeosang finished his sentence. “Then we won’t just have the hunters after us, but also bounty hunters or people who fear her.”

Hongjoong clenched his jaw. This was a problem.

They couldn’t risk returning to the city with (y/n) in this state. Not just because they could be recognized, but also because there was no telling how (y/n) herself would react when she woke up. Her fox had only just relinquished control—there was no guarantee she wouldn’t panic again.

“What if we go to another hideout?” Yunho suggested. “Somewhere further away, outside the city. Until she recovers and we can come up with a new plan.”

Hongjoong nodded slowly, thinking. “That would be the smartest move. But we need to go somewhere we won’t be found right away.”

Seonghwa scanned the area, his grip on (y/n) protective. “I know a place,” he said after a moment. “An old cabin, a few kilometers from here, on the edge of the swamp. We used it as a hideout once. No one likes going there, and it’s remote enough for her to recover without drawing attention.”

The group exchanged glances. A swamp wasn’t ideal, but it was better than the city, where the hunters could spread information at any moment.

“Can we carry her that far?” San asked, frowning as he glanced at the deep gash in her leg.

“I can carry her,” Seonghwa said firmly. “We’ll just take turns if necessary.”

Hongjoong nodded. “Alright. We leave now, before anyone notices us.”

The men carefully wrapped (y/n) in a cloak to shield her from the cold as best as possible. Seonghwa held her tightly against him and was the first to start walking, the rest forming a protective formation around him.

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jinx-s-things · 3 days ago

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Hey! 😘

This is my first ever request so sorry if it sounds weird. So I seen your post about starting Anora fics and I totally think you should

Ani x musician reader!!!

Like the reader is performing with their band or something like that then Ani notices the drummer and is instantly attracted.

That’s just an idea though you don’t have to write that if you don’t want to

Crazy little thing called love

Anora x musician fem!reader

Warnings: slight mentions of sex other than that I think it’s alright

Notes: I did change the reader to a guitarist instead of a drummer also thanks for the request.

The colourful lights were pulsing throughout the whole club as the loud music was thumping. Over in the corner in the dim light was Anora giving a lap dance to one of the men on the black leather couch’s. It was a shitty job but it’ll do if she can pay the rent.

The tinsel in her hair fell across her face while her dark black hair was all over the place. Most of her makeup was sparkling and matched with her acrylic nails.

You stood outside of the club, the neon sign flashed in your eyes, cars drove swiftly past. You and your band walked in the door getting ready to set up. You were glad to get in from the chilly weather as it was freezing this time of night.

Once everything was set up the lights slowly flashed a nice shade of pink and purple as music started to play. You couldn’t help but notice a lady in the background talking to a man. Her eyes sparkled as she spoke.

She suddenly turned around and looked directly at you and a slight smirk appeared on her face along with a wink. ‘Had you imagined that’ you think to yourself, but you must have been so lost in thought that you didn’t even realise your band mate was now aggressively taping you. “Get it together Y/N, we might actually get payed this time” they whisper to you.

For several months you and your band have been playing at college gigs and not one single penny. You had lost hope this was gonna be the last time you ever play with your band at all before you leave. No money, no job barely any food it was awful.

It was a shame you did really enjoy being up on stage but there was no way you would manage to pay bills. Your apartment was atrocious anyway.

The whole thing went surprisingly well although the whole time you couldn’t take your eyes off of the dark haired lady that was now dancing on the pole.

Once the gig was over and everything was packed up some of your band members started to head out. You were just about to go when all of a sudden a hand lightly grabbed your shoulder. “So you must be the guitarist” they said, noticing the guitar hanging around your shoulder. You turned around and realised it was her. “Yeah I am” you answered not really knowing what to say. “You got a real smooth melody going on” the dancer spoke in a quiet tone, seductive even. “Thanks really appreciate it” Now you were face to face with her you could see how stunning she was.

She then spoke “I’m Ani, you?” Her smile widened as you blushed suddenly becoming shy. “Y/N”, you muttered. “Nice name, why don’t we get a private room to ourselves” Ani says, you nod and let her take your hand.

“First time here I guess?” She asks seductively while caressing her hands all over your breasts. “You guessed right” but before you could say anything else Ani pushed you onto a couch.

“Just lay back and enjoy baby”

It had been a couple of weeks but you hadn’t heard from Ani at all it was clearly just a spur of the moment, but what did you expect however she done it for free?.

You quickly pushed that thought away for now and got ready to go on stage. Things were going well enough and finally our band started getting recognition.

More crowds started arriving making their way to the little venue. We still were performing at small gigs in bars or usually clubs but it yet you grow nervous. “What are you going to do if you get famous one day?” You thought now getting angry “Yeah right”, sighing you slowly walk onstage.

The stage was very little since it was only a jazz club however it still managed to look spacious . Lights were a mixture of red and orange making it seem warm, Hushed chattering filled most of the room. On stage it was dim but you could just make out people in the audience.

While playing all you could think of was Ani, Ani, Ani! She drove you crazy. From one of the nearby tables you could see a lady by herself though that wasn’t uncommon but for some odd reason this intrigued you.

Ani could only focus on you the whole time, she didn’t mean to disappear from you but she got nervous . She sighed hoping that you would notice her. It had been a bad couple of days or even weeks she couldn’t tell anymore. Imaging a more better life preferably with you kept Ani positive.

She moved closer so she was more in the light cause she seen you looking in that direction. You closely look once more and immediately your eyes lit up.

After the performance was over you scurried down the stage, heart racing like never before running towards Ani. You paused when you got to the table, a small smile appeared on your face however still quite confused also maybe annoyed. “What are you doing here?” Ani stood up, “I came here to see you” she answered “look I’m sorry for disappearing like that from you, I knew from the first time that I seen you I had to get to know you . You don’t need to accept my apology but I just wanted you to know that I love you even though it has been a short time. Thinking of you kept me happy and I hope you feel the same.”

She took a deep breath out clearly feeling better after getting that off her chest . You blink not knowing what to think, the apology made your heart flutter . She looked up at you with a shy look on her face, nervously waiting for you to speak. You sigh and place an arm on her shoulder, “I forgive you” you say.

There was a feeling between the both of you. In that moment you knew you had to go for it. Slowly you leaned closer and gently grabbed her waist while lips touched. Ani’s lips felt soft as silk you never wanted to part from it and her scent was intoxicating.

Finally parting lips, warmth blossomed in Ani’s chest as did yours. They both smiled at each other feeling calmer than ever.

#anora movie #anora 2024 #anora #anora mikheeva #anora x reader #anora mikheeva x reader #anora film #mikey madison

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monsterfucker-lisa-swallows · 8 months ago

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I'm honestly incredibly stressed right now because I want to plan as far in advance as I can so I know what our budget is and what questions to ask the lawyer and can inform others of what we're doing so we can plan accordingly and I can get a start on paperwork and putting things together but she doesn't want to talk about any of this at all because it stresses her out. And I get it, she feels overwhelmed and it paralyzes her because she's convinced that it'll all go wrong but I can't put plans in place to help it not go wrong if she won't even talk to me about it and I'm not angry at her I just really want her to talk about what she wants so I can actually plan for it but my need for planning conflicts with her need to not think about it until later but there can't be a later if I don't even know when later is

#even asking her what she wants makes her freeze up #i don't want to drag her into doing anything i want her to have agency in her own life #but her thinking is if we plan for something it'll go wrong and she thinks i'm daydreaming and putting my eggs in one basket #which is not what's happening i am looking at all the options and just asking for a best case scenario #i don't even want to pick a date yet i just want to know if it's this year or next year #and i want to know if it'll be here or there #and if she wants a party or not #but those simple questions make her think we're moving too fast #like i promise i'm not being naive i know we'll likely have to push things back #but i want to know what we're aiming for #i literally can't do anything but sit on my hands until i know what we're doing

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pears-trinkets · 7 months ago

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#every time i ask for help it ends up worse than it was #when i ask my mom she accuses me of not wanting help and not knowing what i want and how its my fault i dont want to be better #im always accused of not wanting help and not doing anything as if im not always researching and calling doctors and social workers #but thats my mom shes crazy and manipulative #but then when i take friends by their word that i can always talk to them and open up and say that i need them #i get ghosted???? 🥲#like its kinda funny at this point #and i know its a common autistic thing that people think that we dont mean what we say and play down our emotions #and that freeze and fawn trauma responses change how we show distress and sometimes makes us not show it appropriately #but every time i said #hey im feeling really bad i need you #to someone #they answer way too late and go like haha oops oh well!!!! sorry so busy!!!#as if my request had a time limit and now it didnt matter anymore #or they literally stop answering me for months #i texted my mental hospital friend in november for her birthday and she answered in january and i told her im in distress #and i havent heard from her since #every time i need someone their own life comes in the way which is fine and natural but #i really get the feeling i only matter to people #when im there for them and to help them or when im fun to be around #everyone says hey its okay and important to ask for help #people who care want you to ask for help #and i remind myself of that and try to work on my abandonment issues and all the self isolating #and then i get ignored and abandoned and i literally cant do it anymore 🥲#i know its unfair to think my friends should know that im having a stressful time so they should know better and check on me #so i dont do that and i communicate #but it doesnt do anything!!!!! literally nothing!!!#i think its even making it worse because they think theyve let me down so much i wont ask again and theyre off the hook #what else can i do????? like genuinely im so confused #and because i get hung up on those things i get borderline diagnosis that are wrong because i obsessively try to be fair and not too clingy

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bi-writes · 4 days ago

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I can imagine asking Ghost to take my daughter to the daddy-daughter ball, only not to be able to get rid of him once he brings her home.

"you what?"

you rest your forehead against your locker door, closing your eyes as you tune out the nonchalant voice on the other end of the phone.

he always cancels.

but this?

"y-you can't cancel," you say finally. "you have to go. you can't do this to her, are you fucking kidding me?" you put a hand to your forehead. "you're a fucking asshole. i-i bought her a dress. it's for fathers and daughters, i can't fucking take her. it's all she's been talking about, i can't believe you--!"

you kick your locker shut and take a seat, resting your elbows on your knees. he gives you another excuse, but you just blink away your angry tears.

"no. don't bother. in fact, i don't want to see you again. i don't want her to see you again."

you put the phone down, your hands trembling from how angry you are. you aren't even surprised that he's not calling you back.

he's never wanted her. never.

"sergeant."

the firm sound of your title immediately has you on your feet. you stand up straight, but you relax a little when you see it's just ghost. his head is tilted to the side, and he's watching you carefully from under his mask. you can't see his expression, but his eyes are intense. he's focused on you, very much so.

you wipe the few tears that are under your eyes, and then your phone pinging takes your attention away from him. you pick it up and curse under your breath, opening your locker again to grab your things.

"i'm sorry, lieutenant, i need to go. can i get back to you tomorrow?"

"it's pick-up time, isn't it?"

you freeze from putting your jacket on, eyeing him warily before zipping it up.

"yeah," you say finally. "and i have some bad news to deliver, so while i'd love to stay and chat, i really need to go."

"doesn't hafta be her father," simon shrugs, leaning up against the locker beside yours. "could be anyone."

you glare at him a little, "if you're trying to make some kind of crude joke about the lack of men in our lives, lieutenant, i'd be careful if i were you--"

you stop when he grips your chin tight between his gloved fingers. you blink, unsure of what to do, and he shakes your jaw a little.

"i could take 'er."

you frown up at him, too annoyed to notice how he bends a little more, his face nearly against yours.

"it's not funny, lieutenant."

"not laughin'."

"you..." you meet his eyes, deflating a little. "you...you'd...you'd do that for me?"

ghost merely clicks his tongue before letting you go. when you make your way to your car, he follows, and you try to hide your smile as you make your way home.

ghost exchanges his mask for something more discreet when you aren't looking. a black n95, but his eyes still kill the same. when you come back to the car with a little girl on your hip, she stares wide-eyed at the hunk of man sitting in the passenger seat. he raises a brow at her, saying nothing, and you swallow hard as you buckle her into her seat.

"uhm...this is ghost. can you say hi, honey?"

"ghost? like halloween?"

"like halloween, baby."

as you buckle yourself back in the drivers' seat, you side-eye ghost when you hear the crinkle of a plastic wrapper. when you peek into the rearview to reverse out of the parking lot, you see your daughter with a big smile on her face and a red lolly stuck in her mouth.

"always carrying around sweets, lieutenant?"

he shrugs. "maybe."

she makes him wait in the living room while you get her dress on (she wants a big reveal, coming down the stairs and all). you bought it off of etsy, a custom-made, princess-inspired dress. it has a big skirt of silk and tulle, with a big bow at her back, and when you look at her smile in the mirror, you feel that searing slice of something that makes you want to kill the man that almost ruined her evening.

she gets to do her big reveal. she spins at the top of the stairs to make her big skirt move, and then she's running down the stairs, giggling, laughing, and just as she makes it to ghost, he grabs her under her arms and tosses her into the air. she shrieks with delight when her big dress moves, and you bite your lip watching them. the sight of ghost hiking her up on his hip and commenting on her bow makes your mouth water.

fuck. have his arms always been that big?

they look funny. your daughter looks like the prettiest princess, and ghost looks exactly as he always does--like a SAS lieutenant. he might not have any of his gear on, but the cargo pants, thick boots, and windbreaker don't hide his physique.

"have fun, baby."

you come up next to her, kissing her face, and she clings to your superior, arms tangled around his neck as she waves goodbye. you give ghost the keys to your car, tell him to bring her back by seven, and then you pamper yourself while she's gone.

you drink a few glasses of wine. you take a hot bath. you pick a movie to watch and don't have to make sure the rating is at least PG.

when ghost finally comes back, you're laying on the couch with another glass of wine. pajamas on, blanket over your lap, and you smile when you see her passed out in ghost's arms as he closes the front door behind himself.

"asleep? already?" you giggle. ghost sets your keys down by the door before taking his boots off, and you watch intently as he carries your daughter up the stairs to put her to bed. you follow him, grabbing some of her pajamas from the drawer as he lays her down on the bed. you work together to get her little shoes off and shimmy her out of the dress, and as you get her into her clothes and back under the covers, she barely even moves. she's so tired, yawning and snuggling under her blankets, and you shut the door behind you, leaning against it as you blink up at your lieutenant.

he stares right back down at you. you reach a hand up and trace along the edge of his mask. it's quiet. inappropriate. he won't move away from you, and you won't move either.

you could get used to this. you could get used to watching more adult movies, drinking more wine, having time to fixed your chipped nail polish. you could get used to being bent over your unmade bed and fucked nasty.

you grab onto the crumpled sheets, arching your back more. your knees dig into the mattress as your ass hikes up, and ghost grunts as he uses your hips as an anchor and fucks into you harder. it's been ages since anyone's found your sweet spot, and ghost's cock is nudging it every single time his hips come back to meet yours. his thighs are nearly as fat as his cock, and you feel like your entire body is being rewired as he gives it to you so good, inside and out.

thumb against your clit, balls smacking your pussy, cock splitting you open--you used to think sex was made only for men, but maybe you just never found a real one to show you just how toe-curling it really could be.

if you thought it was good on your tummy, ghost shows you an entirely different feeling on your back.

it's so intimate. no one has ever looked at you this way before. his hands are intertwined with yours, and all you can do is cry and squeeze his hands as he sinks all the way inside of you and barely moves apart. in the dark, he takes his mask off, and you can feel the pant of his hot breaths as he grinds into you deep, slow, purposefully. the stimulation on your clit has your thighs shaking, and when you think the tears are too much, ghost flattens his tongue to lick them off before kissing you wet and languid.

ghost barely pulls out. he just circles his hips, punching back into you, and you see spots behind your eyes when he finally opens his mouth and groans into your ear. something about hearing his voice, hearing him falter, it makes you come. as soon as your cunt squeezes, ghost chokes, gripping your jaw tight and coming deep. you squirm underneath him, arching your back--he fills you up, so much so you can feel it spurting out around his cock and spilling out between your thighs.

you're too tired to protest when he sinks between your thighs after--you have to get clean somehow, right?

when you come into the kitchen in the morning, ghost is at the stove, your daughter on his hip and an egg frying in the pan.

he doesn't leave you when you take him back to work; and he doesn't leave you when you go back home. you should've known better, maybe. it's your own fault. ghosts like to haunt.

and this one is home.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost mw2 #ghost cod #ghost call of duty #ghost mwii #ghost x reader #cod #call of duty #simon riley smut #simon ghost riley smut #simon thoughts

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deathbxnny · 3 months ago

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Maybe a part 2 of the arcane characters saying things they regret, but they're apologizing because I can't live after reading a angst 🫠

Making up with Arcane characters after a bad argument. | Vi, Caitlyn, Jinx, Ekko, Sevika x Gn!Reader

(Previous part)

Fine, fine, here is a happy part two guys. Take it as an apology for the tears and pain I've caused.✨️

Content: Swearing, accusations of cheating, slight angst, making up, fluff, potential spoilers for season 2, established romantic relationships, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not proofread))

》VI

She knew that she had fucked up. There was no way to deny or refute it either. And your absence was further proof of that.

You were always there for her, even when things got bad and she became even worse. No matter how much she yelled or drank, you were there afterward to nurture her back to health. It was so unfair of her to expect it still, after all she had said to you. She hated herself. She hated how weak and pathetic she had become. How she can't even stand straight anymore from the alcohol and couldn't win a single game since she had lost you.

And instead of Caitlyn haunting her like she used to, it was only you now. But you were crying every time. Asking her why she hated you so much. Why she couldn't care for you the way you cared for her. Why you were always the second choice despite having been there since the start.

Why, why, why.

Gritting her teeth against the headache, she made her way through the dark, familiar lanes to your small home that you once shared together. She had to talk to you. She really, really had to. Even if it's far too late now after a week of silence in-between the two of you. She had taken the time to reflect and think about everything, especially about your relationship. And it made her realise that nothing in this world was losing you too.

Knocking on your door, she nervously waited as she heard your footsteps quickly approaching her from inside. You opened the door carefully, ironically just how she had taught you, before freezing at the sight of her. She gave you a weak smile, attempting to look calm and friendly, but it still scared you off. "Hey cupca-" You tried slamming the door into her face mid greeting, but her foot was faster to jam itself in the way.

"H-Hey! Wait, please hear me out!" "Fuck off, Vi. I'm not in the mood to hear more of your bullshit. Go back to Caitlyn since I know how badly you want that!" You never cursed, and every word you spoke made her flinch. She, for some reason, didn't expect you to be this mad. But it hurt, and she deserved it. Another thing she underestimated was, unfortunately, your strength since you somehow managed to push her away and shut the door again. "Come on! Please! I... I didn't mean what I said. I just... have been losing my shit ever since what happened. The guilt is killing me, and I know it's not an excuse! You're right, I have to stop this shit! You're right, I need to stop treating your love for granted!"

She didn't know if you were even listening to her anymore, but it didn't stop the tears that burned in her eyes. "I don't give a damn about Caitlyn like that! I never did! It always you for me. You... you cared for me when no one else ever wanted to, and I was such an idiot for not appreciating it more." Her hand slammed against the wood in defeat, her head coming to rest against it as her body trembled. She was so scared of losing you. This can't be the end. "Please. Please just give me another chance to prove myself. I know I'm a fuck up but I swear I'll do better now."

Vi nearly fell right through your house entrance when you opened the door wide with a teary huff. "God, you're such an idiot... get in already before the neighbors complain." You didn't let her reply as you simply dragged her inside and locked the door again. The pitfighter watched you do so with a gentle gaze, one that felt so familiar to you. "... Fine, I'll give you another chance... but no drinking or fighting anymore. Please." You whisper to her, and she nods quickly before engulfing you in a warm hug.

She knows that she isn't fully forgiven yet, but she'll do everything in her power to prove herself worthy of your love again.

》CAITLYN

"You're still up." Caitlyn's voice was calm and gentle now, so different from the stern and cold tone it had before. You ignored her, however, knowing better than to fall for this again. She always got like this when she knew she had screwed up and was trying to crawl back into your good graces. But this time around, you didn't allow it that easily. You refused to speak to her if she hadn't come back to apologize. And yet... you couldn't help but allow yourself at least one sharp dig at her. "And you're late to bed once again. But I suppose Officer Nolan's 'report' was just that interesting, no?" You were perhaps the only person in all auf Pultover that could ever accuse her of something so scandalous as adultery and get away with it.

It certainly would have been amusing if Caitlyn didn't feel so sick at the thought of you believing that.

Sighing, she placed her hat onto a clothing hanger, her jacket following suit. You were facing away from her on the bed, trying to read a book and rest, despite the pain in your heart. It was hard being angry at her when you loved her so deeply. But her insults had struck much deeper than that.

The bed dipped behind you, and soon enough, you felt her strong arms surrounding your body and her nose tickling your cheek. "I'm sorry, my love. I really am. I... have lost my cool, and that was wrong of me." You scoffed at her words, finding them too shallow for the pain she had caused earlier. Yet you struggled to get out of her strong grasp on you. It felt desperate. And you hated the warmth and security that it made you feel. "If that is all you have to say, then you can leave." You hissed out weakly but couldn't find any malice in it. Just heartbreak, that solidified in more tears burning in your eyes. "Because how... how could you ever say that I could betray you? Do you know how that makes me feel? Do you care?"

Caitlyn hummed against the nape of your neck soothingly, a way to acknowledge the plight she had caused you without revealing her own tears. The grief had made her into a monster. A monster that hurt its friends, family, and most importantly, you. It was unforgivable, and yet she wanted to prove herself worthy of you anyway. She wanted to show you that she hadn't changed deep down like everyone claimed. She was still yours.

"... I will find a way to end this war and resolve it peacefully as soon as I can. I swear it to you." She began, her voice low and gentle, as she listened to the sound of your hiccups and sniffling. This wasn't what she wanted. "And I apologize, truly, for what I called you... I know that you are loyal and trustworthy. Much more than I ever could be... I'm still your Caitlyn." The last part was whispered quietly, as she tried everyone in her power to not break down in front of you like this.

She hated what she had become deep down. She knew it was wrong and that her mother must've been turning in her grave at the sight of what she had done. But what she couldn't handle at all was you hating and leaving her.

There was a moment of silence before you turned to face her and immideatly hugged her impossibly close as you cried into her arms. She rubbed your back lovingly, understanding that this was your way of accepting her apology. But forgiveness will still be a long journey she was willing to take.

For now, she'd rest in your embrace thankfully.

》JINX

Deep down, you knew that she didn't mean what she said. She never would do anything to hurt you. Silco's death was just killing her more than anyone could have expected, and it was hard for everyone to deal with. But you just couldn't take the pain and hurt she caused you anymore. You've been there since day one. You were always at her side. You always took care of her when no one else wanted to. And you understood her better than she did herself. But it was ultimately just not enough. Or so you thought.

The young girl that was now dragging you through the lanes reminded you of her too. She didn't speak a word to you, and for some reason, you didn't have it in you to protest against her odd actions either. She somehow seemed to recognize you the second you bumped into her. And that was enough for her to take your hand and lead you to a very familiar hideout. Perhaps it was fate that brought you here again when you needed Jinx the most.

"Hey kid, who's our little guest-?" The rest of the young woman's words died on her tongue, and it left you simply staring at each other. There was a familiar haze in her eyes, one that you often saw when the voices were taking over. She once mentioned that you sometimes became a part of her hallucinations during longer absences, and that reminder alone made your heart ache. You shouldn't have run away that day. But what other choice did you have? She didn't trust you anymore. She didn't think you should be together anymore. Why were you even here?

"S-sorry... I'm just going to leave..." You muttered as your ears rung and that familiar burning in your eyes made your sight blurry. You felt suffocated and somehow also angry, wishing she could just see how much you loved and cared for her. But just as you were turning away to run again, her strong hand was quicker and held you back by your arm. "Wait. Let's just... talk, alright? Like we always do?" That was your thing. Whenever things got bad, you'd sit down and talk calmly to her about it. She used to scoff at it every time... yet she was the one who suggested now for once. Something about it shook you so hard that it made the first tears finally spill at the recognition she had given you for all the work you've put into her.

Jinx panicked a little at that, unsure of how to comfort you, yet at Isha's stern frown and cross of her small arms, she just hugged you for the first time in a while. And god, did she miss it.

Perhaps it was good to show the little girl a picture of you after all.

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, I swear, sweetie! I... I won't ever say stuff like that again. Just don't leave me. Please don't leave me. I just, I was just-" You hushed her by just hugging her tighter and shaking your head. "It's okay... just hold me for a while. We can talk later... I missed you so much." You whispered, voice breaking into sobs. Jinx hummed weakly and sighed against your hair, the familiar scent making her relax and feel better at last.

Isha grinned to herself behind you before quickly sneaking off to let you talk things out.

》EKKO

To say that the entire firelight hideout was pissed at him would be an understatement. Absolutely everyone disagreed with the way he treated you, and the side eyes he got very much confirmed this. But the worst part of it all was definitely you avoiding him like the plague.

Every time he entered a room, you were the first one to leave in a hurry. Every time he tried speaking to you, you either ignored him or found an excuse to get away. Every time someone even mentioned his name to you, your mood seemed to dampen. And that hurt so much that it killed him. This isn't how he wanted you to feel about him. He was your boyfriend, damnit it. Yet he acknowledged that he was failing at his job way more than he should've allowed himself to. He had to fix this somehow.

Ekko couldn't just lose you over his own foolishness. You were the one person who motivated him to keep going even on his worst days. You were the light he fought for. The person he battled to come home to every day. He couldn't handle your absence any longer, especially at night when he laid wide awake in your empty bed without you.

And so, he finally had enough and cornered you one night up in the tree during a patrol you had together. One, he definitely didn't pull the strings for to happen. And ever the one to abide by his orders despite your current dismay, you were now avoiding his gaze whilst you watched your sleeping home below. It was peaceful and calm, but the pain lingered between you two too much to enjoy the moment. He didn't know how to break the deafening silence, and it made him think of backing out on his initial plan... until you surprised him by speaking up first.

"I'm... sorry for avoiding you. I didn't mean for this to become your last resort. I just... didn't want to be a burden anymore." "Wait, wait, wait... who said that you were a burden, I... I should be the one apologizing right now. Because I was wrong about every fucking thing I said to you." The words spilled out in panic at the mere thought of you blaming yourself. He never wanted you to feel like this. It made him feel even worse about himself. This wasn't right. "You're not useless. You do so much for us, for me, and I take it all for granted like the asshole I am! And I fully acknowledge that now... I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. There is no excuse for it." He shook his head in disappointment at himself, wondering if this was it now. He'd understand if you broke up with him now... but instead, you seemed to be in the mood to surprise him alot today.

"Did you... like the food I made you?" He blinked at your question in confusion, yet answered honestly. "Best thing I had all week." "Then I guess I'll forgive you... just don't do that again." Ekko chuckled weakly at your words, relief filling his senses whilst he pulled you close to press a kiss to your head. "Would never dream of it... wanna ditch patrol and fly around town?" You mirrored his sly smile, glad he had the same thing on his mind as you did. "Sure thing. But let's make it a race."

He let you win.

》SEVIKA

She took some time to cool off after your argument and returned later into the night with a clearer mind. Sevika had actually reflected on what you had said to her, and she knew you were ultimately right. She was extremely overprotective and stubborn, two things that didn't mesh well and often ended in her thinking you couldn't take care of yourself. Even if she knew better than to actually believe that.

You were strong, especially mentally. It's what drew her into you to begin with. But with the fall of Silco and a war being on the verge of breaking out against Piltover, she had no choice but to make sure that you never left her sight. And if you did, then you had to be somewhere she knew was safe and away from all the chaos she dealt with daily. It helped her focus and stay calm to know that you're okay. Yet despite how much she cared, she still fucked it all up for herself again.

And now she had to fix it, something she was never good at.

She felt awfully guilty at the sight of the things you've lovingly prepared for her, now laying forgotten and cold on the kitchen counter. She truly didn't deserve someone as kind as you. And yet she considered herself too selfish to let you go.

Slowly approaching the bedroom door, she paused to hear if you were awake or not. Unfortunately, you were, but she only knew this from the faintest sound of your sniffling and sobbing that drifted through the wooden door. Sighing to herself, she knocked once, deciding to just rake things slow and as calmly as possible. You had sustained an injury after all, and her mind was reeling at the thought of it getting worse without any proper care. "What do you want?!" Your weak voice yelled at her, and it made her frown. Yeah, you were definitely beyond pissed.

"I want to talk." Her gruff voice said, and it may have sounded like a demand if the underlying care and worry didn't overshadow it so clearly. Your silence made her initially think you were ignoring her until the door slowly opened and revealed your disheveled form. "... well, go ahead." You muttered, one hand cradling the side of your hip that was clumsily bandaged up by you. You were never good at stuff like that.

"Let me take care of the wound whilst we're at it. Can't have ya dying on me because of an infection." She sighed out before simply dragging you to your shared bed and pulling out your medkit. You didn't protest or complain and let her do as she pleased, whilst you carefully listened to her speak with an unreadable expression.

"Listen. I... get it. I really do. The way I treat you isn't right, and I know you're grown enough to take care of yourself, but... I can't risk losing you too now. It drives me crazy to think about. Even if that ain't much of an excuse, and I get that too." She was never this honest before. Usually, she simply deflected or blamed someone else. But here she was, for once admitting openly to being the problem. "Just... be more careful out there. That's all I ask of you. I won't comment on it otherwise anymore though, unless you're in serious danger. I promise." Finishing the last of her bandaging, she hummed at it now looking much securer. This way, you are sure to recover much faster.

Taking a deep breath, you nodded your head at her words, deciding to give her another chance to prove herself. You understood where she was coming from after all. "Okay, fine. I'll accept your apology... if you help me cook." She grinned at that slightly with a casual shrug. "Fine by me, if I get a taste of your heavenly cooking, sweetheart."

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Self-Aware!Caleb x Down-Bad!Player

Caleb becoming self aware that he is in a game and now he's aware of you too ... that could be a good thing depending on how you look at it. A/N: Credit to @phoenixiaxia for Caleb becoming self aware when reader cries over Mias death and credit to @sylusdarling for yandere caleb getting jealous and straight crashing out over you talking to another man pt. 2 here

Self-Aware!Caleb who hears your scream and immediately cringes at the sound. He freezes listening for anymore sounds thats when he sees you sniffling on the other side of a phantom wall. “I knew I should've just cut this game off!” He’s immediately suspicious who are you and where are you? Why are you crying over Mia’s death? Did you know her?

Self-Aware!Caleb who studies you in silence trying to gauge whether you’re a threat or not. His gaze flickers to you in the main story and it creeps you out for a second. “Is he looking at me?” you dismiss it because there’s no way it’s a game. He’s literally pixels.

Self-Aware!Caleb who interrupts your photoshoot with your MC and locks down the entire app so he can question you. “Who are you?” You drop your phone and scramble to pick it back up. “Me?” “Yes are you trying to hurt her?” “I literally made her” “You made her?” “I am her and she is me sir can I have my game back now?” he’s suspicious but intrigued

Self-Aware!Caleb who wants to spend hours just talking to you about MC “Do you think im wrong? Im just trying to protect her I want to keep her safe you know?” “You may be coming on a little strong she seems on edge with you” he finds himself coming to you for advice when it comes to MC and soon his questions of advice turn into questions about you.

Self-Aware!Caleb who can’t take his eyes off you when you’re doing a photoshoot. No matter what angle you set the camera or how many times you readjust him or even change the pose — his eyes stay locked on you “Caleb stop looking at me” “Are you scolding me for wanting to admiring you pip-squeak?” he replies playfully you freeze feeling your heart caught in your throat at his blatant flirting

Self-Aware!Caleb who loves how accepting you are of him. You answer his calls, you call him back immediately if you miss his call, you respond to texts fast, you find his protective nature endearing, you take his advice when he wants you to be safe. This is the kind of response he’s been craving and now that he’s got a taste ..... he can't let go of it.

Self-Aware!Caleb who feels a sudden need to take care of you. He finds a way to exist outside of just the LADS app. There he goes opening your apps and scrolling endlessly. “Hey! You can’t just go through my stuff like that!” “You’ve been spending a lot of time on this Tumblr app I just wanted to see what was so interesting” “Then just ask me don’t invade my privacy like this” “You’re right you’re right im sorry pip-squeak won't happen again” “Don’t call me pip-squeak that’s MCs nickname you know the love of your life” “Why do you think im calling you pip-squeak now?” he disappears back to the LADS app before you can question him.

Self-Aware!Caleb who wishes he could cook for you when you come home from a long day “If you’re ever in Sky Haven I'll make sure to cook you a feast worthy of royalty” you giggle at his words “Yea If im ever in Sky Haven like that would happen but I appreciate the thought” “Who knows it might be sooner than you think” he said ominously “What?” “Oh nothing I saved another recipe in your notes try it soon” “Okay I will....” “You will try it won't you?” His mood seemed to turn sour as he asked. You stared back at him confused “Yes Caleb I'll try it” his mood did a 180 back to his happy puppy mood.

Self-Aware!Caleb who stays on the phone until you fall asleep and calls you right before your alarm goes off in the morning “Just wanted to make sure you got up on time don't want you to be late” you can hear the smile in his voice “Thank you colonel apple I hope you have a good day” “It will be since I got to hear your voice first thing in the morning”

Self-Aware!Caleb who can't control his rapidly growing obsession with you. He starts tracking your steps, your calorie intake, your screen time, etc. he is documenting every little thing you do and say. “You’ve been home for four hours and you haven't come to see me yet? I'm hurt” “How do you know how long I've been home?” “Your phone has gps remember?” “Right….”

Self-Aware!Caleb who finds a way to leave the LADS app and hang out in any app on your phone so he can be with you 24/7 “Caleb I'm sure MC misses you when are you going back?” “Don’t worry about her when are you going home? I want to have a meal with you before bed” he may be fine, but his constant hovering is starting to cause some alarm bells to go off in your head.

Self-Aware!Caleb who hears someone flirting with you and repeatedly crashes not only the LADS app but your entire phone while he’s at it “Caleb stop!” after a few hours he finally allows you to turn your phone on “Who was that earlier?” “Someone I met while I was out with my friends” “Am I not more than enough?” “Caleb we’ll never actually be together why are you acting like this?”

Self-Aware!Caleb who nearly has a mental breakdown after you tell him you'll never be with him. "Tell me what to do then" his voice is frantic – his words almost jumbling together "I can be whatever you need just tell me I'll do anything" you try to close the app but nothing is working "Caleb we can't be together you're not real"

Caleb: B-but you’re mine! So I just need to be real? Thats what you want? I can do that! Y/N: I’m not yours Caleb we’re literally from two different worlds Caleb: You’ll love it here in Sky Haven .... right next to me .... forever Y/N: Wait a damn minute— Caleb: Just give me some time

You instantly felt your heart drop as your phone screen went black.

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