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rafesangelita · 2 days ago

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♡ just dilf!rafe making sure everything is to his liking when his precious little bunny comes home from all of her beauty appointments!

warnings: fluff, bunny being a lil clingy, suggestive language, use of the nickname ‘daddy’ (pls scroll if it’s not for you), heavy petting, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), praise, finger sucking, slight overstimulation

a/n: i recently got all of my beauty appointments done so this felt fitting lol. read more of dilf!rafe x bunny!reader here <3

wc: 1.4k

while rafe never let you step out of the house by yourself, there was very few instances when he did. going out with your girlfriends and paying for all of your appointments was one of those things, and he didn’t mind in the slightest. the day would start very early in the morning so that you’d have enough time to get everything done. rafe would watch you from the front door as you basically hopped down the driveway in excitement before getting into your best friend’s obnoxiously pink car, your lip gloss still sparkling on his lips from when you kissed him before leaving.

maybe it was the father instinct inside of him, but rafe made it a point to always pay for you and your besties meals, the idea of you going hungry or having an empty stomach just not sitting right with him. you and your friends would start the day by knocking out whatever took the longest, so that all of you could breeze through the extra upkeep and still go shopping afterwards. despite rafe tracking your location and checking where you were at religiously, he still wanted you to text him and send him photos and updates throughout the day.

he’d smile down at his phone whenever your contact name, which you came up with by yourself, would pop up on his screen.

[1:15 PM] bunnie ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡: i miss you sooo much already daddy. thank you for the food it was yummy <3 me and the girls still have a handful of things to do but i’m hoping to be done soon!!

[2:57 PM] bunnie ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡: i think you’re going to reallyyy like the color of my nails!! my toes came out super cute too 🎀

[4:03 PM] bunnie ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡: (1 attached image) look at this pink flatiron at the salon! i need one just like this! pretty pleaseeee!

he’d reply to each message, even going ahead and buying that flatiron with overnight delivery so you could have it in your pretty hands in no time. you two would go on like this until you’d finally send him that ‘on my way!’ text, a relieved sigh falling from his lips. as much as he liked for you to have your girl time, he selfishly wanted to have you all to himself more than anything. rafe had already been anticipating your arrival, your favorite candles already lit up upstairs in his bedroom. it wasn’t long before he heard the faint bump of music outside, your playful yelp sounding from down the driveway as you struggled to carry all of your shopping bags.

rafe was quick to help you out, your best friends teasingly telling him hi as he briefly waved at them before guiding you inside. “oh, i missed you!” you didn’t waste any time in throwing your arms around his neck, the scent of sweet vanilla filling up his senses. you clung to him like a koala, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist as he made his way upstairs. “yeah? i missed you more.” you breathed him in, smiling softly against his chest as he put your bags down on the chair he had in the corner. “everything go good?” he took a seat at the edge of the bed, resting his hands on the soft globes of your ass.

“mhmm!” you nodded, “i’m happy with how everything came out.” rafe pecked your lips before helping you up on your feet. “let me get a good look at you.” standing up, you couldn’t help but feel shy as he scanned over your figure agonizingly slow. “your hair looks real nice, baby, that style suits you.” your cheeks heated at the simple compliment. “wow look at your lashes, ‘you try out a different lash map?” you gasped softly, hitting his shoulder playfully. “look at you using girly terms!” rafe was bound to learn about the stuff you’d be rambling on and on about, your lashes being one of many things he now knew the intricacies of.

“your eyebrow lady did a real good job, too.” you wiggled your brows suggestively, fluttering your lashes at him while he took your hand in his. “you were right, i absolutely love this color on you,” he took in the pinky nude of your manicure, placing a soft kiss on your knuckles, “let me see those toes.” you giggled, bringing your foot to his lap as you held onto his arms for leverage. “wow, you got a bow charm?” you smiled down at the sight, “yes! isn’t it so cute? she even put on some rhinestones for free because i’m a regular!” rafe massaged the back of your calf, guiding you back down on the bed.

“damn, bunny, and your skin is so soft, you got that full body wax?” you welcomed him between your thighs, running your freshly manicured nail down the side of his jaw. “yes, i know how much you like it..” he kissed you deeply, his lower half grinding down on where you needed him most. you couldn’t help the whine from leaving your lips, your glazed orbs shining with something mischievous. “do you want to see how that came out, too?” rafe smiled, his fingers already hooking between your skirt and the waistband of your panties. “yeah? you gonna let daddy inspect you?”

once your clothes were off and forgotten about on the floor, rafe took your thighs and spread them open to expose your bare cunt, the look on his face making you take your bottom lip between your teeth. “fuck,” he marveled, “you’re just so pretty, you know that?” you smiled, melting under his gentle touch. he looked up at you as if to ask ‘can i?’ before you nodded. rafe sat back on his heels, stroking your glistening folds as you writhed with desire. “i need to be inside of you so bad..” oh, how bad you needed that too. “rafe, we can’t have sex for at least a full twenty-four hours.” you pouted.

“but we did it last time.” you giggled, shaking your head. “i know, but i’m so sensitive..” rafe sighed, leaning down so he could whisper against your lips. “would a little touching hurt, though?” you gasped when he slipped a digit inside your entrance, his long digit filling you just right. with the pad of his thumb, he began rubbing hard circles on your clit, your eyes fluttering shut at the sensation. “you’re so perfect, always dressing and getting dolled up the way i want you to.” he curled his finger, nudging that soft spot inside of you that made you see stars.

your back arched softly off of the bed, your fingers intertwining with his own. he kept his eyes on your trembling form, your mouth falling open as moans and whimpers fell from your lips. “i’m so close, ray..” the man above you lowered his head between your thighs, popping his digits into your mouth so you could taste yourself on his fingers. “so soft and smooth, i could eat this cunt for days.” you cried out loud when you felt his tongue prod at your opening, the tip of his nose finding your sensitive bud. “fuckkk!” you covered your mouth at the slip up, yelping when you felt rafe pinch your inner thigh.

“what have i told you about cussing?” he groaned, pulling away from your soaked pussy before diving back in again, your hands shooting up to cup your tits. rafe watched your face carefully, the rise and fall of your chest being a telltale sign that you were going to finish soon. you felt the familar heat begin to simmer in your tummy, your thighs threatening to snap shut as the coil in your stomach got tighter and tighter with every stroke of rafe’s tongue. “oh, my god!” your eyes rolled back when the band in your tummy finally snapped, your orgasm hitting you in waves of pure bliss.

your breath shook as you thrashed against rafe’s mouth, your thighs locking around his head as he pinned you down by your hips. your mouth opened but no sound, except for a pathetic shriek came out, your hands fighting rafe off in an attempt to pull away from him. that only made him grip you tighter, his tongue working relentlessly on your poor cunt. it wasn’t until you tapped out, your nails digging into rafe’s arm before he gave you a final kiss, his gentle hands massaging into the skin of your calves. you whimpered as rafe helped you come down from the aftershocks of your orgasm, your vision hazy.

rafe licked his lips clean, palming at the hard-on in his boxers. “how about just the tip?” all it took was one blissful glance at him through your lashes before he was yanking you towards the edge of his bed by your ankles.

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manmuncher777 · 2 days ago

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Just because Choso is down bad - doesn’t make him a sub. You find that out soon enough

(s)creaming?!?!?! 😝

“Awh feels good baby?” You sweet little giggle echoes in Choso’s ears. You sat on his lap, grinding on him so good he thought he was going to bust in his fucking pants. When he pulled you on top of him, murmuring about how good you smelt, he didnt expect it to go this way.

His head hidden in your neck as your hips moved, grinding over his already throbbing cock. The material of his sweats doing nothing to lessen the sensation of your clothed pussy rubbing over him so nicely

“So good sweets” He murmed into the skin of your neck, his arms wrapped around you so tight, begging you not to stop “fucking love you”

“I love you too baby.” You tug his hair lightly, getting him to finally face you, his hands now dropping down to your hips. You press a quick kiss to his lips, that giggle leaving you once again

And then you stop.

Jumping off of him while you can, when his guard is dropped. Strutting out of the room, leaving him there, hard as a rock. And fucking angry.

You had been teasing him all day. You knew what you were doing. You guys had been dating for a few months and hadn’t had sex yet. And recently, you were getting a lot more… forward with your advances. After all you figured you could get away with it, suspecting a little submissive streak in your boyfriend since he treats you like a goddess he was lucky to be with. He was down bad for you, and you loved it. You of course were down bad too. But Choso was so dedicated to you, and you loved it. He spoiled you at any chance, kissing the ground you walked on.

You expected him to come find you, begging you finish him him, so sweetly. And of course you would oblige your beautiful boyfriend.

So to say you were shocked would be an understatement.

He left you alone for an hour or so, then returning as if nothing had ever happened. Still your sweet boyfriend. You wondered if you had pushed him too far, maybe he wasnt ready just yet. So you decided to act as if nothing had happened either.

That was until dinner that evening, he had cooked this evening while you had a shower. And of course another one of your master plans was due, you glided into the room, short satin slip was the only thing that you wore. You kissed him sweetly on the cheek, not missing the way he stopped in his tracks when he saw you.

You went to take a seat at the table before you felt him grab you. You gasped as he spun you around, pulling you into his chest quickly. Hands gripping your hips. Hard.

“Cho-“ You went to speak but he cut you off

“Run, if I find you im tearing this thing off of you.”

Oh. This was certainly unexpected. But you didnt miss how you body prickled with excitement at his words, your eyes widening, your mouth hanging open to say something. But that look in his eyes told you he wasn’t joking. You could already feel yourself getting wet just at his words.

You didnt waste a second, your body moving instinctively, racing up the stairs as you tried to figure out where to go. You could hear him following, his slow steps thudding behind you. You only had a few room, and the only place you could think to go was your bedroom, maybe you could go into the bathroom.

Fuck. This was unexpected, but you didnt expect yourself to get so turned on. Your heart racing in your chest, your skin prickling with goosebumps

You ran into the bedroom, your excited giggle an instant give away as to your location. You made your way over to the bathroom door, but your movements stopped. You froze like a deer in headlights. There he was, stood in your bedroom door.

“Found you” was the only thing he said before he was striding over to you, your reactions not quick enough to flea him.

He grabbed you, throwing you onto the bed like you weighed nothing. Caging you in with his own body as he caught your lips in a bruising kiss. That kiss trailing down, onto your neck, where he nipped at the skin.

you gasped and moaned underneath him

“Fucking slut, s’like you wanted me to fuck you.” He murmurs, his hands trailing all over your body, grabbing at your ass, squeezing your tits. One of them moving up, gripping at your throat, squeezing.

“Is that it huh? Just wanted to be fucked?” He asks you, his piercing stare drawing your eyes to his. You nodded weakly

“Use your words baby, there’s no escaping it now.’ Jesus fucking christ. You can’t believe you thought he was submissive. You were being proved very wrong in this moment. but it was working for you

“Yes cho, wan’ you to fuck me” You cried out for him. your precious cocky demeanour now completely erased as one of his knees worked his way between you legs, pressing up into your need cunt. You couldn’t help but roll you hips against him. Watching his eyes widen at your boldness. He pressed his knee further into you, entranced in watching your face twitch in pleasure

“Good girl” He murmured into your ear, and you knew you weren’t going to get out of this easily

Part 2?!?!

#jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk fanfic #jjk smut #choso x y/n #choso kamo #choso x reader #jjk choso #choso smut #jujutsu kaisen choso #kamo choso #choso jjk #choso

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heestoleurgirl · 17 hours ago

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park jay 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ in which your boyfriend finally returns from tour, you missed him so much (non-idol au)

genre: fluff pairing: rockstar bf!jay x fem!reader wc: 2.2k

consider this my proposal to @s1rawb3rry <3

masterlist 𖤐.ᐟ

You haven’t felt this excited in a while. Today was the day Jay would be coming home, you’d missed him so much and you were practically buzzing with nerves ever since you woke up. Of course, the two of you had texted every day while he was on tour, but it was never quite the same as seeing him in person. The photos of him made you smile while simultaneously causing your heart to ache slightly.

You knew he’d be really exhausted so you took it upon yourself to spoil him today. The house was cleaned spotless, the old, dead flowers in the kitchen were replaced with fresh ones. To top it all off, you’d spent the majority of the day in the kitchen, cooking his favourite food. His meals hadn’t been the best while he was away, since his schedule was so tight and he didn’t have access to a proper kitchen for the most part.

All you had to do now was wait, which sounded easy enough in theory. It wasn’t that simple, especially when every minute felt like a painfully long hour. How could you have survived a month if you couldn’t even wait a few minutes? You tried to busy yourself with whatever useless task you came up with, like wiping the counter for the third time that day.

The faint click of the doorknob being turned grabbed your attention immediately, your body was instantly flooded with adrenaline. The damp cloth in your hand was discarded in the blink of an eye as you rushed to the front door. There he was, closing the door behind him with some difficulty since he had a few bags in his hands. You smiled so wide your cheeks hurt, and hurried to help him with his baggage.

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You didn’t care to be very gentle, practically taking the stuff from his hands and throwing them aside. Jay’s face lit up when he realized you were right there, it still felt a bit surreal to finally be with you again. Apart from his guitar case, all his things were carelessly shoved aside in an instant. He didn’t bother to take his leather jacket off, he opened his arms for you right away.

“Jay!” you exclaimed as you jumped into his arms, throwing yours around his neck and hugging him so tightly. His familiar scent filled your nose, which made your heart swell with affection even more if that was possible.

“I missed you so much baby.” Jay eagerly returned the hug, pulling you flush against his chest while his hands rested on your lower back. His exhaustion felt insignificant right now.

“I’m never letting you leave again.” You joked, giggling when he squeezed your waist in response.

“Nah, next time you’re coming with me. I need my biggest fan to support me in person.”

God, you’d missed his voice so much. It sounded even better when he wasn’t talking through the phone. The thought of joining him on tours sounded like a dream come true, you weren’t sure you’d be able to survive another month (or more) without him.

You reluctantly pulled away, not taking your eyes off his handsome face that you missed so much. He smiled at you softly, similarly admiring your sparkly eyes and enjoying the way your hand moved to cup the side of his face with endless care.

You stood on your tiptoes to be able to kiss him properly. Jay leaned down to meet your lips, kissing you with a deep sense of need and love. He missed your lips against his, the kiss made his mind go blank. Your heart beat faster at the contact you’d been daydreaming about for so long. Your lips moved together in a languid way, both of you savouring the feeling of each other. Though you wanted to hold onto him and kiss him for the rest of the night, you knew he was probably tired and hungry. So after a few minutes, you unwillingly detached your pink lips from his soft ones.

“I made dinner, come on.” You grabbed his hand and made your way to the kitchen, where everything was already prepared neatly.

“Wow, darling… you didn’t have to.” He was astonished with your effort, and seeing that you did all this just for him made him feel like he was falling in love with you again. His dazed state was cut short as he felt you ushering him to sit down. The smile never left his face, you were so endearing when you were taking care of him like this.

“Don’t say dumb things, of course I had to. You need to eat properly, especially after being so busy and overworked.” You took a seat next to him, wanting to be as close as possible because even his presence was incredibly soothing.

There was no point in arguing with you and Jay was well aware of that. Not that he didn’t like you looking after him, it was just an urge for him to make sure you never had to break a sweat for anything. He loved spoiling you too much.

“Thank you.”

You smiled in response before the room fell into comfortable silence as you both started eating together. Jay was so glad to finally have a proper meal, especially his favourite food made by his favourite person.

“Love, this is so good. You’re an amazing cook.” He hummed, closing his eyes as he savoured the taste.

“Really? I tried a new recipe.” You responded while stabbing at the meat with your fork. “How was your trip home?”

Jay thought for a moment before telling you about his day. You listened intently, feeling happy that he was right next to you. You paid attention to his every word, but also took it as an opportunity to adore him at the same time. Even if it was something simple like having dinner with him and talking about each other’s day, the moment felt really special to you. That’s probably why you were grinning like an idiot.

“What-?” Jay raised an eyebrow in slight confusion as he met your eyes.

“Nothing, I just missed you so much” You shook your head and laughed, standing up to take your empty plates to the sink. He followed after you with the leftovers, grabbing some empty containers while you washed the dishes.

“Wanna take a shower?” You tensed for a moment, caught off guard by his arms snaking around your waist as he hugged you from behind. His tall frame enveloped yours completely, blocking some of the light from the ceiling lamps.

“Sure, give me a second.”

“I feel sweaty and disgusting, you deserve a clean boyfriend.”

You smiled and rolled your eyes at his comment, sweat was not something that bothered you much, even more so when you had been deprived of him for too long. It was safe to say your relationship was past the point where either of you would be embarrassed about such insignificant and normal things. Once you were done with the dishes and dried your hands, Jay spun you around and placed a brief kiss on your lips. He chuckled at the evident disappointment on your face when he pulled away, even though he felt the same way.

The floorboards creaked faintly as you both made your way upstairs, grabbing some shower essentials from the bedroom. His hand was holding yours, pulling you along with him while you talked about random things.

The door closed behind you and you started taking your clothes off, unaware of his appreciative gaze watching you strip. If he wasn't so tired right now, he would definitely have other plans than just showering together with you. You suddenly caught him staring and playfully narrowed your eyes, to which he merely grinned before undressing too.

Jay followed as you stepped into the shower and turned it on. The warm water felt so good against your skin, it was soothing and comfortable. Not even a moment later he was already pulling you against his body again. The hug felt so much more intimate when you were both naked, like there was nothing separating the two of you from each other. Your head was resting against his chest, your eyes closed as you felt his hands caress your sides oh so gently.

The humid air only served to relax you both even more. All you wanted was this moment to last forever, just you and him with no distractions or obligations.

"I love you, my darling." He broke the silence and kissed the top of your head affectionately.

You swore your heart was going to burst with the amount of love you had for this man. "I love you too." You tilted your head to look up at him, letting him see the raw sincerity in your eyes.

He smiled back at you soflty and moved to grab the shower gel. Your gaze followed him curiously, watching as he wet the loofah and faced you.

"turn around." The gentleness in his tone gave you goosebumps, you obeyed silently without question.

Jay began rubbing your neck, shoulders and back, cleaning your body like it was the most precious thing in his world. It felt nothing short of amazing as your boyfriend cared for you so willingly, helping you with something you could've done yourself too.

When he was done, he turned you around and repeated his actions again. No part of your body was left untouched by his loving hands. All you could do was stand there and wonder how on earth you managed to get the most amazing guy on the entire planet.

Jay reached for the shower head and angled it, letting the water wash off all the soap from your skin. Once he was done, you kissed his cheek and took the loofah from his hand, indicating that it was your turn to return the favour. His hands were placed on your hips lazily as you started massaging the soap into his skin.

In moments like these you were always reminded of how deep the relationship between you two was. You knew in your heart that if it wasn't going to be him standing at the altar, then nonody would. He was perfect for you, and you were perfect for him too.

You didn't talk much as you finished the shower, but both of your actions spoke more than words could. You'd done enough talking during his time away, now you just wanted to enjoy his presence and touch.

He brushed his teeth next to you, his eyes always darting to see your face through the mirror, as if he was still in disbelief that you were real. You occasionally bumped your hips against him, to which he responded with a kiss on your face.

Jay groaned in satisfaction when he finally pulled his pajamas on, the pent up exhaustion was finally catching up to him. You wore his shirt to sleep (obviously), it had lost its smell already but that didn't matter anymore when Jay was finally going to be next to you.

He didn't waste much time and climbed into bed, opening his arms for you impatiently. "Come here baby."

You smiled widely, ignoring the way your cheeks were starting to hurt from the constant grinning. The bed dipped with your added weight, you eagerly climbed into his arms and let out a satisfied sigh. His fingers brushed through your hair gently, his body was aching with the need for sleep. You rested your face against the fabric of his shirt and tangled your legs with his in hopes of being as close as possible.

"I'm so glad you're here again, I missed you so much." Even though you already told him that, it didn't feel enough. The words couldn't convey how much you'd truly missed him.

"Me too sweetheart. Me too." He mumbled against your hair. "I'm going to make it up to you I promise. For the next few weeks you won't spend a single second without me."

You smiled at the thought and nodded, your plans were very similar. You weren't going to let him go for the foreseeable future. "Deal."

His other hand found your chin and carefully tilted it upward so he could see your face. You took this as an opportunity to say something you wanted to say for a while now, "I'm so proud of you, Jay. You always work so hard and still take care of me."

His lips curved into a smile, his eyes were shining with adoration. "Of course, I'll always make time for you. My life would be so much worse without you in it. You're my gorgeous girl and I just want to spoil you for the rest of my life."

If he wanted to say more, it was cut short by your lips pressing against his. He returned it happily, pulling you closer against him by your waist. Nothing felt better than his sweet, loving kisses. After a few minutes, he pulled away and brushed a strand of your hair aside. "We should get some sleep, you're going to need your energy for tomorrow."

"For what?" You hummed curiously, studying his face for a hint.

"I'm going to show you just how much I missed you and that pretty little body of yours." He grinned, his voice carried a hint of suggestiveness which made your heart beat faster in anticipation.

"Well then, you too" You replied simply and pecked his lips one last time. "Goodnight babe."

"Goodnight love."

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woozinhos · 3 days ago

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omgg hii can you write a fluffy smut of hoshi surprising his gf by coming home earlier for his break from military 🥹

Notes: You’re gonna wanna read this one just trust me it’s long got smut and fluff and you’ll love it hehe also sorry I put hoshi instead of soonyoung

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You're in your shared apartment, relaxing on the couch and minding your own business when suddenly, you hear a knock on the door. You get up from the couch, a bit curious as to who it could be, and make your way over to the door. As you approach the door, you think to yourself who it could possibly be. Maybe it's one of your friends? Or a delivery person with a package? You're not expecting anyone, so it's a bit unexpected.

You reach the door and take a deep breath, preparing yourself for whoever is on the other side. You turn the handle and slowly open the door, peeking out to see who it is. You see Hoshi standing in front of you, a cheeky grin on his face. He's dressed casually, wearing a hoodie and sweatpants, and his hair is slightly messy.

"Surprise," he says, holding his arms out for a hug. You're completely taken aback by his sudden appearance. Your eyes widen in shock and disbelief as you take in his presence. You stand there speechless for a moment, unable to form words as your heart races with excitement. Hoshi notices your shock and chuckles, amused by your reaction.

"Aren't you going to hug me back?" he teases, stepping closer to you.

You snap out of your shock and throw yourself into his arms, wrapping your arms tightly around him. You bury your face in his chest, inhaling his familiar scent as you hold onto him like a lifeline. "You're really here," you whisper, your voice slightly muffled by his hoodie. "I can't believe it." Hoshi laughs softly and runs his fingers through your hair, soothing you.

"Yeah, I had a day off," he replies, holding you close to him. "And I wanted to spend it with you." You pull away slightly to look up at him, a mixture of happiness and confusion on your face. "But you didn't tell me," you pout, lightly punching his chest. He grins at your pout and catches your hand, holding it in his own.

"Sorry, baby," he says apologetically. "I wanted to surprise you. I know how much you miss me when I'm gone." You huff in response, but you can't help but smile at his explanation. "You're lucky I love you," you say, intertwining your fingers with his.

He smirks and squeezes your hand.

"Oh, I know I'm lucky," he replies, leaning down to nuzzle his nose against your neck. "I'm the luckiest man in the world to have you as my girlfriend." His breath against your skin sends shivers down your spine, and you let out a small gasp. He notices your reaction and starts placing soft kisses along your neck, trailing up to your jawline. He continues to shower you with kisses, his arms wrapped around your waist possessively.

"I've missed you so much," he murmurs between kisses, his lips moving to your ear. "You have no idea how much I've thought about you every day." You melt into his embrace, feeling a wave of warmth wash over you as he confesses his feelings. You can hear the longing in his voice, and it only makes you crave his touch even more. "I've missed you too," you whisper back, burying your face in the crook of his neck. He pulls back slightly to look at you, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes.

"I kept a picture of you in my uniform everyday. It was the only thing that kept me sane," he admits, taking your hand and placing it over his chest. "Your picture was always with me, reminding me of what I was fighting for." You can feel his heart beating rapidly under your palm, and you realize just how much he truly cares for you.

"You're my reason to come back home," he says, his gaze intense as he looks at you. "You're my home." Tears well up in your eyes at his heartfelt words, and you can't help but feel emotional. You throw your arms around him again, holding him tightly as you fight back the tears.

"You're my everything," you whisper, your voice cracking. Hoshi holds you just as tightly, rubbing your back soothingly. "And I'm yours," he whispers back, his voice filled with affection. "Always and forever."

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The sun sets, casting a warm orange glow over the city. You and Hoshi spent the entire day together, catching up on each other's lives and making up for lost time. You went to your favorite restaurant for dinner, laughing and talking over delicious food. After that, you took a walk in the park, enjoying the cool evening breeze and the company of one another.

Now, you're back at the apartment, cuddled up on the couch watching a movie. Hoshi has his arms wrapped around you, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin. You lean against his chest, feeling completely content and relaxed. The movie plays in the background, but you're not really paying attention to it. You're more focused on the sound of Hoshi's heartbeat and the warmth of his body pressed against yours. He presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head, letting out a soft sigh.

"I could stay like this forever," he murmurs, nuzzling into your hair. As the movie continues, Hoshi's kisses on your neck become more frequent and more intense. He trails his lips down to your shoulder, leaving a trail of hot kisses in their wake. He begins to suck and nibble on your skin, marking you as his own.

"God, I've been craving you so badly," he growls, his hands roaming over your body. "I've been dreaming about this moment for weeks." He pulls you onto his lap, your legs straddling his hips. His grip on your waist is firm as he looks up at you with lust-filled eyes.

"It's been too damn long," he groans, his fingers digging into your hips. "It feels like forever since I've had you like this." He pulls you closer, grinding his hips up against you, making his desire for you even more obvious. You let out a gasp as you feel his hardness beneath you, and you can't help but grind back against him in response. "You're driving me crazy," he moans, burying his face in the crook of your neck once again. "I need you, baby."

"You have no idea," you whimper, your breath hitching as he nips at your skin. "I've missed the way you touch me, the way you make me feel. I've missed your hands all over me, claiming me." His growl turns into a low, possessive rumble as he hears your words.

"Mine," he whispers, his hands roaming down to your thighs. "All mine." He lifts you up slightly, and in one swift motion, he lays you down on the couch beneath him. He captures your lips in a rough, passionate kiss, his tongue pushing into your mouth and exploring every inch of it. He dominates the kiss, claiming you with every swipe of his tongue and every bite of your bottom lip. Hoshi's hands wander down to the hem of your shirt, tugging at it impatiently. He breaks the kiss, his breathing heavy as he looks down at you with lustful eyes.

"Take this off," he demands, his voice husky and deep. You immediately comply, lifting your arms up so he can take off your shirt. He practically rips it off of you, throwing it to the side and gazing at your now exposed chest. His eyes roam over your body hungrily, and he licks his lips.

"Perfect," he breathes out, leaning down to kiss your collarbone. Hoshi continues to undress you, his hands moving quickly as he removes each article of clothing. He kisses and nips at your skin as he does so, leaving love bites all over your body. Once you're completely naked beneath him, he sits back on his knees to admire the view.

"Fucking gorgeous," he says again, his eyes roaming up and down your body with hunger and adoration. As he removes his clothes, you notice how toned and muscular his body is. He's gained a bit of muscle from his time in the military, and it's clear that he's been working out. You can't help but stare at him, your eyes drinking in every inch of his physique. "You look so good," you say, your voice filled with admiration and desire. "You've been working out a lot, haven't you?" Hoshi smirks at your compliment, his chest puffing out slightly with pride.

"I've had to," he replies, flexing his muscles for you. "Need to keep myself in shape for you, sweetheart." He moves closer to you again, hovering over you with a cocky grin on his face. "Do you like what you see?" he teases, his hand tracing a path down your stomach.

"Because I know I like what I see," he adds, his hand moving lower and lower until it's resting on your inner thigh. He gently pushes your legs apart, making room for himself between them. He positions himself comfortably, his eyes never leaving yours as he leans down to kiss you again. This time, the kiss is slower, more sensual. His hand slides up your thigh, slowly caressing the sensitive skin and making you shiver with anticipation. "I can feel how much you want me," he whispers against your lips, his hand now resting on your hip.

"You're so wet for me, baby." You gasp as he slowly enters you, your body adjusting to his size. He lets out a low moan, his eyes fluttering shut in pleasure.

"So tight," he groans, his fingers digging into your hips as he holds himself still. He gives you a moment to adjust, his body tense with restraint. He wants to move so badly, but he's being patient, wanting to make sure you're comfortable first.

"You're doing so good, love," he praises, his breath hot against your ear. "Taking me so well." He starts to pepper your neck and jawline with kisses, his hips slowly beginning to move in small circles. You can feel every inch of him as he moves, your walls clenching around him with each rotation. He groans louder, his hips picking up speed as he starts to thrust in and out of you.

"Fuck, you feel amazing," he says, his voice strained with pleasure. He continues to kiss and suck on your neck, leaving marks that will surely be there for days. He's possessive, marking you as his own as he increases the pace of his thrusts. He bites down on your skin, muffling his moans against you. "I've been thinking about this nonstop," he growls into your ear, his voice deep and raspy.

"Every day, every night. All I could think about was how I needed to feel you around me, how I needed to hear you moan my name." He thrusts harder, his hips slamming against yours as he says your name like a prayer.

"You're all I want," he confesses, his eyes locking with yours. "No one else can compare to you." You feel yourself getting closer to the edge, your body tensing up with every word he says. He notices this, and he grins, his pace becoming more punishing.

"Are you gonna come for me, baby?" he asks, his voice dripping with lust. "Are you gonna come all over my cock?" You can barely speak, too overwhelmed with pleasure to form words. He knows he has you on the verge of climax, and he's relishing in it.

“Cum for me," he demands again, his hand moving down to rub your clit in circles. "I want to feel you tighten around me." Your body obeys his command, and you arch your back as you reach your climax. You cry out his name, your nails digging into his shoulders as waves of pleasure wash over you. He follows soon after, his thrusts becoming erratic as he reaches his own release. He buries his face in your neck, muffling his moans as he spills inside of you. He slowly continues to thrust, riding out both of your orgasms.

He's panting heavily, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his climax. He lifts his head from your neck, looking down at you with a satisfied expression. He gently pulls out of you, collapsing onto the bed beside you. He immediately pulls you into his arms, holding you close to his chest. He nuzzles his face into your hair, inhaling your scent.

"I love you," he whispers, his voice filled with emotion.

"My soldier," You say back to him , his grip on you tightening. He kisses the top of your head, a soft smile on his face.

"You're mine, and I'm yours."

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emsdevs · 2 days ago

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If you had "dragged" Jack to the Eras tour he would have pulled out a bracelet he made based on your favorite song. It's a little sloppy but it's the thought that counts. He maybe also got you a clear bracelet to signify your invisible string and held you extra close when she performed it.

a/n: so sorry for the wait nonnie! I hope you like it still because I had wayyy too much fun with this one 🫶

All Too Nervous (Jack's Version)

Jack had been quiet all day. Well, he’s been quiet for the past week or so really. You thought he was excited to go to the Eras Tour with you, but now you weren’t so sure. He’d sat through the grueling ticket-buying process with you, even made you use his card. He had let you buy him matching outfits as well. Jack didn’t want to do anything too crazy for his half, telling you it would be your night so you should be the star of the show. While you had gotten the cutest custom bodysuit, boots, and karma jacket (in Devils’ colors of course), he simply wore a t-shirt with “KARMA” across the chest paired with his favorite pair of jeans and his well-worn AirForces. The outfits were even his idea, taking inspiration from the line “karma is my boyfriend.”

What you couldn’t understand is why he suddenly seemed so hesitant to go. He was much quieter than usual, and it almost seemed like he was avoiding you for the past week or so. Now, the two of you were in an Uber, heading to MetLife for the show, and it feels like Jack is somewhere else. He has his knees facing away from you, and the only reason you two are even touching is because you grabbed his hand.

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Jack was a nervous wreck. If he’s this nervous about something so small and possibly insignificant, how bad will it be when he proposes? He feels like he might throw up, and he’s not sure why. You’ve always made him a little nervous. He’s always wanted to impress you, but it had never been this bad, not even when he kissed you for the first time. The worst part is that he didn’t even know when he should do it. Should he do it when you two arrive at the stadium? Should it be in between sets? Should he do it during “Love Story”? No, that’s too much like a proposal. Does she perform your favorite song? He could do it then. No, then you would miss your favorite song. He was spiraling while you were excited to see one of your favorite artists. He should not be freaking out so much over a friendship bracelet.

He’d spent the last week and a half working himself to the bone to make a bracelet perfect. He knew trading friendship bracelets was a big part of the fan experience at these shows, and you had mentioned that you’d be making a few to trade and give out. That gave Jack the idea to make you a special bracelet, from him to you. He spent a concerning amount of money on beads and strings, and he listened to more Taylor Swift in that time than he had in his entire life.

Every chance he got, he was sitting at his kitchen table, trying his best to make a bracelet he thought would be worthy of sitting on your wrist. In between practices, before games, after games, no matter the time it was, if he was free, he was making your bracelet. The first one he made broke two seconds after he cleaned everything up. The second one, he just hated. He couldn’t give a reason, but he did not like it. The third he thought was perfect until he noticed half the letters were upside down.

He set in on the fourth bracelet, really taking his time. He took little details from your favorite songs and added the colors of your favorite albums. Eventually, he had a bracelet he was proud of, mostly. He knew it wasn’t perfect, and that was the main cause of his worries. He had run out of time, unable to make a fifth like he wished he could. This one was okay. It was cute but simple, and Jack knew he could do better. However, this would have to be the one he gives to you tonight, so he could only hope that you’ll like it.

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You and Jack had finally arrived at MetLife. You were walking to the line, ready to inside, when he grabbed your hand, pulling you aside. Just when you open your mouth to tell him the line is the other way, you notice the nervousness on his face and the way he’s keeping his hands stuffed in his pockets.

“I umm… I wanna give you something before we go in. It’s not much, but I… I thought you might like it, and… yeah,” he felt like he couldn’t breathe, terrified you’d hate it. He pulls the bracelet from his pocket, slowly placing it in your now-opened hand. You weren’t saying much, only staring at the bracelet in your palm. “I’m sorry. I know it’s not the best, but I just wanted to do something for you. The beads are kinda of see-through, so you can see the string I used. It’s um… it’s one of the clear ones so it’s like all of our invisible strings. I tried to use the colors from your favorite album too since they’re all color-coded ya know? And-” he was stopped in his tracks when you looked up at him with that bright smile he loves to be the cause of.

“Jack, you made this for me?” you look away from the blush that’s spread from his neck to his cheeks and the tips of his ears in favor of looking at the bracelet again. He wasn’t lying, you had seen and made better bracelets than this, but none of them meant what this one did. It had colorful, transparent beads in no specific order to pattern, and you could see the clear string he had used to tie them all together through them. In the middle of all the beads were three little white beads with letters on them, Jack's initial and your initial with a heart in between. Honestly, it looks like something an elementary school boy might give to his crush on Valentine’s Day, but you loved it all the same.

“Yeah! I uh spent a lot more time on it than I’m ready to admit,” he let out a chuckle hoping some of his nerves would go with it.

“I love it, Jack. It’s perfect,” you hug him tightly, kissing his cheek as you go in for the hug. You can feel the sigh of relief he lets out at your reaction.

“I’m so glad you like it. Let me help you put it on,” he pulls back grabbing your hand that had no bracelets on the wrist, ready to receive them in trades. He grabs the bracelet, moving to put it on your wrist when he notices something off. “Wait! Is the J upside down? Are you kidding me? I tried so hard to get all the letters the same way on that one,” he sighs as the bracelet finally sits on your wrist where it belongs.

“That one? Did you make more than one, J?”

“Let’s not talk about it. Aren’t you supposed to be giving me a bracelet now? That’s how trading works, Babe.”

You giggle before pulling the perfect bracelet off of your other wrist. You had made it with Jack in mind. It was filled with light green and a few light teal beads, the letter beads in the center reading “OUR SONG”. It was one of Jack’s favorite Taylor Swift songs, and although he’d never admit it to anyone, you two sang it to each other quite often. Well, it was more like you were yelling the lyrics at each other, but you two were having fun. You cherished the smile on his face when he realized what song the bracelet was themed after before grabbing his hand and pulling him toward the line.

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That was easily the best night of your life. You were practically buzzing by the time the timer had counted down, and when Taylor popped up from the floor, Jack was wondering how well he’d be able to hear at the end of the night after all your screaming. You two had swayed together during “Lover”, singing to each other while your head lay on Jack’s shoulder. You sang “Fearless” to him, telling him it always makes you think of him (“You run your finger through your hair, absent-mindedly making me want you”? If that isn’t Jack what is?), and he sang “Love Story” to you. You both dramatically sang “tolerate it” to one another, pretending you could relate. When the “reputation” set started, Jack was sure he’d lose his hearing. Either way, both of you were jamming out to every song in the set, Jack being a little more excited for “Look What You Made Me Do” since it reminds him of his career.

The “Speak Now” era began, and you both sang your heart out to the only song in the set. “Enchanted” had been on your and Jack’s shared playlist since you got together, so it was a little surreal to be singing it with Taylor. In the “Red” era you were lucky enough to get a song added to the setlist, “Nothing New” with Phoebe Bridgers. Soon, you were in “folklore” and singing and dancing to every song. Next was the era you had been waiting for, “1989”. The entire album made you think of Jack, and it was one of the first you were able to talk him into listening to. You screamed the lyrics of “Style” and “Blank Space” to one another, dancing to “Shake It Off” and adding more drama for the “Wildest Dreams” and “Bad Blood” mashup.

Finally, it was time for the surprise songs. Before Taylor even sang anything, she debuted the “Karma” music video with Ice Spice. When she grabbed her guitar, you couldn’t believe your ears. She had begun playing one of your favorite songs, “Getaway Car”, and Jack Antonoff came on stage to help her perform it. When she moved to the piano, she played a song that Jack loved, “Maroon.” When you two finally made it home, you were still reeling.

“Did you enjoy your night, Baby?” Jack asked as he knelt to take your boots off for you.“I had the best night, Jacky! Thank you so so so much! I can’t believe we got all the surprises that we did!” you were still bouncing off the walls, although exhaustion was starting to settle in. After Jack took care of your boots, you both began undressing so you could get ready for bed. Jack watched you carefully take off the bracelet he had given you, placing it in your jewelry box with all the nicest jewelry you own. He’s sure he felt his heart stutter at that moment, but he ignored it in favor of getting ready for bed. Soon, you were both cuddled up in bed, sharing your favorite parts of the night before falling asleep, still tangled up in each other.

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rikabluejay · 24 hours ago

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MDNI!!!!!!!

✎Passion

Pairing: idol!Jungwon x Fem reader | one-shot

Rating: Mature

Warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected sex(WRAP IT UP), teasing(if you squint), rough sex, overstimulation, established relationship, fingering, blowjob, squirting. Let me know if I missed anything

Word Count: 3.5K

A/N: written on barely any sleep saur enjoy😮‍💨 req/asks are open so feel free to drop them. (Not proofread)

Summary✨

Y/N’s housemates were throwing a party, and invited Enhypen to join the fun. Throughout the night, Y/N exudes confidence, dancing and enjoying herself in a way that keeps catching Jungwon’s attention. Struggling to keep his composure as her allure proves too much, he finally gives in to his desire. They sneak away from the party, letting their passion take over and sharing an intimate moment that neither of them can resist.

Loud music blasted through the house, vibrating the walls as Jungwon’s desire for you burned hotter than ever. He couldn’t keep it hidden any longer, especially after watching you lose yourself to the beat, the way you moved so freely and enjoyed the rhythm—it made his blood rush.

Without a word, he grabbed your hand and led you away from the others, pulling you into the privacy of your bedroom. The door clicked shut behind you both, and he wasted no time, trapping you between the wall and his body. His breath was ragged, eyes dark with longing as he looked down at you, barely holding back.

“Can I?” His voice was soft, almost a whisper, but thick with need.

Your heart raced. You’ve been trying to keep it together, trying to control the way your body has been reacting to him all night. The heat in his gaze, the way his hands gripped yours—he was just too much. You barely managed a subtle nod, your breath hitching, and that was all it took.

He surged forward, capturing your lips in a kiss that was desperate and full of hunger. It wasn’t soft—it was as if you both has been starved for this moment. His lips parted and deepened the kiss, hands tracing every curve of your body as he pulled your flesh against him, your bodies grinding in an unspoken rhythm.

Jungwon was already tugging at the fabric of your dress, bunching it up around your waist, his hands sliding over the soft skin of your thighs. He could feel the heat radiating off you, the anticipation between them thick in the air. His tie was the first to go, undone with a single flick of his wrist. The room felt like it was suffocating, but neither of you cared.

He pushed you onto the bed with a force that made you gasp. His eyes burned with desire as he hovered over you, his body caging you in, a contrast to the slow, tender kisses he traced down your neck. He nipped at the sensitive skin just below your ear, feeling the shiver that ran through you as he continued his path downward, kissing his way to the delicate curve of your collarbone.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered between kisses, his hands roaming as he explored every inch of you, touching you as if you were the only thing in the world that mattered. He couldn’t get enough of you—your skin, the soft sounds you made, the way you melted against him.

Your breath hitched as his hands slid up your body, tracing the fabric of her dress, eager to feel the bare skin beneath. Your hands found his shirt, tugging it out of his pants, desperate to feel him too. He groaned, breaking the kiss to lean back and pull the shirt off, his toned chest exposed to you as he hovered above you, breathing heavily. You could see the raw want in his eyes, and it made your stomach flip with excitement.

The air was thick with need, your bodies so close but still so much distance to cover. He didn’t waste time—his hands slid down to your waist, gripping you tightly before tugging you closer, his lips finding yours again, this time even more frantic, as if he couldn’t hold back anymore.

Jungwon’s lips hovered above yours, breath warm and heavy as his fingers slid lower, finding the sensitive part of you that made you gasp against his mouth. He kissed you deeply, swallowing every soft sound you made as his fingers moved with precision, his touch skilled and deliberate. He slowly slipped one finger in—scissoring you open, then he added another. He was relentless, every thrust and every rub calculated to push you closer to the edge.

“You’re all I can think about,” he murmured against your lips, his voice low and sultry, sending a shiver down your spine. “I’ll take care of you, my love.”

Your body arched against him, your fingers gripping his shoulders tightly as the pleasure built inside you, coiling tighter and tighter until you were barely able to breathe. “Jungwon—please,” you whimpered, your voice trembling, barely able to form the words.

He didn’t let up. His fingers moved faster, the pad of his thumb circling your clit perfectly as he leaned down to kiss along your jawline, his hot breath teasing your skin. His other hand found its way to your waist, holding you steady as you squirmed under his touch, lost in the overwhelming sensation.

“You’re so close, aren’t you? Let go for me, pretty girl,” he coaxed, his voice soothing but filled with intensity. “That’s it—come on, I’ve got you.”

Your body tensed as the familiar tightness in your stomach snapped. A moan tore from your lips, your head falling back against the pillows as you gave in, your entire body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. Jungwon’s lips found your forehead, then your cheeks, peppering you with gentle kisses as his fingers slowed to help you ride it out.

“Good girl—my good girl,” he whispered, his voice full of pride and affection. His free hand brushed your hair away from your damp forehead as he gazed down at you, his dark eyes softening for a moment.

You barely had time to catch your breath before he leaned closer, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. “One more,” he said, his voice rough and hungry. “Give me one more, princess. You can, right? My pretty girl?”

Your breath hitched, your body already sensitive, but the way he spoke—the raw desire in his tone—made you nod weakly. “Y-Yes,” you managed to say, your voice trembling but eager to please him.

Jungwon’s fingers returned, teasing and thrusting with a confidence that left you reeling. His lips trailed down your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses against your flushed skin, occasionally nipping at your collarbone to draw out more of those sweet sounds he loved so much.

“You’re so perfect like this,” he murmured, his lips brushing against the curve of your shoulder. “I could do this all night—make you feel like this again and again.”

Your hands clawed at the sheets, overwhelmed by the intensity. Your body trembled beneath him, every nerve alight as he pushed you higher and higher. Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes as you felt yourself nearing the edge again, the combination of his fingers, his words, and the kisses he trailed across your skin sending you spiraling.

“Jungwon—I can’t,” you whimpered, though your body betrayed you, rolling your hips into his hand.

“Yes, you can,” he assured you, his tone soft but commanding. “Just let go, baby. I’ve got you.”

And then you shattered again, your body trembling as the pleasure ripped through you, leaving you breathless and completely undone. Jungwon didn’t stop until you had ridden out every wave, his fingers slowing before slipping away.

He hovered above you, his lips pressing against yours in a tender kiss. “You’re incredible,” he whispered, brushing your hair back as he gazed at you with a mixture of awe and affection. “My beautiful, perfect girl.”

As your breathing steadied, you opened your eyes to find Jungwon watching you with a mix of adoration and heat. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his lips slightly parted as he tried to catch his breath. You placed a gentle kiss on his lips before shifting to straddle him.

“Let me take care of you now,” you whispered, your voice low and breathy, your fingers brushing through his damp hair.

Jungwon blinked, his gaze locked onto yours as your words registered. When you leaned closer, brushing your lips against the shell of his ear, you added softly, “Please—may I?”

A quiet groan escaped his throat, and he gave a slight nod, unable to form the words. The sight of you, flushed and radiant, made his pulse race, and he already knew he was helpless to deny you.

You trailed kisses down his neck, your lips soft and teasing. You took your time, your fingers grazing his warm skin, and Jungwon let his head fall back against the pillows, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.

When you shifted lower, undoing his belt and sliding his pants down, your fingertips brushed against him lightly, making him shudder. A wicked smile played on your lips as you wrapped your hand around him, moving in slow, deliberate strokes that had him biting his lip to hold back a groan.

But you weren’t in the mood to tease for too long. You leaned down, your lips barely brushing against his tip as you gave a soft, experimental lick, drawing a sharp inhale from him. You glanced up through your lashes, your expression equal parts playful and seductive, and saw the way his jaw tightened in response.

You took him deeper, your warm tongue gliding along his length as you wrapped your lips around him. The heat and wetness of your mouth had him gripping the sheets, his knuckles turning white as he let out a low, guttural moan. You set a slow rhythm, pulling him in and releasing him, your lips and tongue working together to drive him insane.

Jungwon’s composure began to crack almost immediately. His hand instinctively found its way to your hair, fingers tangling in the strands as he struggled to keep himself from bucking his hips. “Y/N,” he rasped, his voice strained. “You’re—God, you’re killing me.”

You hummed around him in response, the vibrations making his breath hitch. You went deeper, taking him until he hit the back of your throat, and instead of pulling away, you stayed there, breathing steadily through your nose. Jungwon’s head fell back, his eyes rolling shut as a curse slipped past his lips.

When you finally pulled back, your lips glistening and swollen, he looked down at you with dazed eyes, his chest heaving. But you weren’t done. You kissed along his length before taking him in again, moving faster this time, your hand stroking what your mouth couldn’t reach.

Jungwon’s control was slipping with every passing second. “Y/N—baby—” he groaned, his hips jerking slightly despite his best efforts to stay still. His hand tightened in your hair, not to force you, but simply because he needed something to hold onto.

You glanced up again, your eyes meeting his, and the sight of you—your flushed cheeks, your determination, the sheer care you poured into every movement—was enough to make him lose his mind.

“You’re perfect,” he murmured, his voice shaky and hoarse. “So perfect.”

You didn’t let up, your pace unrelenting as you pushed him closer and closer to the edge. Every sound he made, every gasp and groan, only fueled your determination to give him the same pleasure he had given you.

When his breathing grew ragged and his thighs began to tremble, you knew he was close. You quickened your pace, hollowing your cheeks and adding just a bit more pressure, and it wasn’t long before he tensed beneath you, his body trembling as he spilled his hot cum into your mouth with a broken moan.

You stayed with him through it, your movements gentle as he rode out his high, and when you finally pulled away, you pressed a kiss to his hip before looking up at him with a soft smile.

Jungwon was completely wrecked, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. He reached for you, pulling you up to him and wrapping his arms around you tightly.

“I don’t deserve you,” he whispered, his voice still shaky but filled with adoration. He kissed you softly, murmuring against your lips, “But I’ll spend every moment trying to.”

Jungwon shifted you both effortlessly, flipping you back onto the bed as he settled between your thighs. His gaze burned into yours, a mix of hunger and tenderness, as he positioned himself. Slowly, carefully, he inched into you, groaning softly at the overwhelming heat and tightness that welcomed him. Your breath hitched, your nails digging lightly into his forearms as your body adjusted to the stretch.

Your brows furrowed slightly, but the faint discomfort was quickly overshadowed by the sheer desire coursing through you. “Move,” you whispered, your voice trembling but insistent. “Don’t make me wait, Jungwon.” He chuckled lowly, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “Impatient, aren’t we?” Still, he didn’t need to be told twice. Jungwon began to move, his hips snapping forward in slow, deliberate strokes, each one calculated to drive you closer to the edge.

The pace didn’t stay slow for long. Your soft gasps and the way your body arched to meet his every thrust had him losing any semblance of restraint. He picked up speed, his movements precise but filled with raw need, each one drawing the most intoxicating sounds from your lips.

Your mind was slipping, your thoughts turning into a hazy blur of sensation. Every nerve in your body felt alive, and it didn’t take long before your nails raked down his back, leaving faint red trails as you held onto him like he was your anchor.

But Jungwon wasn’t just focused on the physical—he wanted to hear you, to feel you give yourself completely to him. “Say it,” he murmured, his voice low and commanding. “Only for me, right baby?”

Your head tilted back, lips parting as you nodded dumbly, unable to form words. But that wasn’t enough for him. He slowed his pace slightly, angling his hips just right to elicit a sharp cry from you. “Say it. I need to hear you, princess.”

“Only for you,” you managed to gasp, your voice trembling but full of sincerity.

The words were like fuel to the fire inside him. “That’s my girl,” he praised, leaning down to kiss you deeply, his movements resuming with renewed fervor. “My good girl.”

But Jungwon wasn’t done. He pulled out suddenly, leaving you breathless and confused for a moment before flipping you onto all fours. His hands gripped your hips firmly, pulling you back toward him as he reentered you in one swift motion.

The new angle was devastating, and you couldn’t hold back the cry that tore from your throat as he began to move again, this time relentless and unyielding. Each thrust was deep and purposeful, hitting all the right spots with maddening precision. Your arms trembled, and you buried your face into the sheets, completely overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through you.

Jungwon wasn’t just thrusting—he was conquering, claiming every inch of you with a determination that left you utterly undone. He leaned forward, his chest brushing against your back as he whispered into your ear, his breath warm against your skin. “You’re mine, Y/N. Always mine.”

Your only response was a string of broken moans, your body shuddering with every thrust. Stars danced behind your eyelids, the sensations so intense that you could barely process them.

Jungwon felt you tightening around him, and he smirked, his ego swelling at how easily he could bring you to the edge. “You’re close, aren’t you?” he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Go ahead, baby. Let go for me.” His hand slid down your body, his fingers finding your clit once more, circling it in perfect rhythm with his thrusts. The sensation was overwhelming, you could feel yourself unraveling under his touch.

His words, combined with the relentless rhythm of his hips and fingers, sent you spiraling. You cried out his name as the tension inside you snapped, waves of pleasure crashing over you in an earth-shattering climax. Jungwon helped you ride it out, his movements slowing just enough to draw every last ounce of your release.

But he wasn’t finished yet. With a teasing grin, he leaned down and kissed your shoulder. “Think you can give me one more, princess?” he asked, his voice gentle but filled with promise.

You could only nod weakly, trusting him to lead you through whatever came next. Jungwon kept his relentless pace, his hips snapping against yours with calculated precision. Your moans grew louder, your voice trembling with each thrust as you clung to the sheets beneath you. His name spilled from your lips like a prayer, each cry more desperate than the last. You were so close—he could feel it in the way your body tightened around him, your legs trembling with anticipation.

But this time, something felt different.

A strange, unfamiliar sensation began to build deep within you, a pressure that felt almost overwhelming. Your brows furrowed, panic slipping into your voice as she gasped, “Jungwon, wait—I think I’m gonna—”

He slowed just slightly, leaning down to press a soothing kiss to your shoulder, his voice low and coaxing. “I know, baby,” he murmured, his tone soft but unwavering. “You’re right where I want you. Just trust me, okay? Let go for me.”

Your breath hitched, your body trembling as you tried to resist the overwhelming pressure. “I-I can’t... I think I’ll—”

Jungwon cut you off with another firm thrust, hitting that spot deep inside you that made you cry out. His hands gripped your hips tighter, steadying you as he murmured against your ear, “You won’t. You’re fine, princess. Just trust me. Let go.”

The reassurance in his voice, the safety you felt in his arms—it was enough. You surrendered to the sensation, letting the tension inside of you snap as a wave of intense release overtook you.

This time, it was different. You squirted—a clear, gushing liquid spilled from you, soaking the sheets beneath you. You let out a sharp, surprised cry, your body shuddering as the pleasure coursed through you in powerful waves.

Jungwon grinned, his pride swelling as he slowed his movements, rubbing circles on your clit to help you ride it out. “That’s it, baby,” he praised, his voice filled with adoration. “You did so well, my pretty girl. So perfect for me.”

Your body sagged against the mattress, your breaths coming in ragged gasps as you tried to process what had just happened. But Jungwon wasn’t done yet.

Sliding a hand up your back, he leaned down to kiss your neck, his voice warm and coaxing. “Just a bit more, princess,” he murmured, his tone laced with soft desperation. “For me, yeah? I’m so close.”

You nodded weakly, trusting him completely.

Jungwon slid back in, his thrusts slower now but still deep and purposeful, drawing soft whimpers from your lips. The sensation of your still-sensitive body clenching around him was too much, and with a few more precise thrusts, he came undone.

He groaned your name, his hips stuttering as he spilled into you, you felt the hot spurts of cum inside you. The intensity of his release leaving him momentarily breathless. Collapsing gently onto your back, he wrapped his arms around you, pressing soft kisses along your shoulder and neck.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered, his voice filled with genuine affection. “So perfect for me, Y/N. Always.”

As the two of you lay there, your breaths slowly evening out, Jungwon pulled you closer, your bodies still entangled. He stroked your hair gently, his heart full as he murmured, “I love you.”

Just as the warmth of the moment settled around you both, a sudden knock at the door jolted you from your daze.

“Alright, we can hear the passion you guys—keep it down!” came a teasing voice from the other side.

You froze for a second, then burst into laughter, your face burying into Jungwon’s chest to muffle the sound. Your whole body shook as the absurdity of the situation hit you.

Jungwon, on the other hand, flushed a deep red, the tips of his ears burning. He groaned in frustration, reaching for the nearest pillow. “I swear—whoever that is, you’re dead,” he muttered, his voice a mix of embarrassment and annoyance.

You peeked up at him, still giggling as he cocked his arm back, ready to hurl the pillow. “Jungwon, stop!” you whispered through your laughter, trying to grab his arm. “You’ll actually kill them!”

The voice came again, more smug this time. “Don’t worry, Jungwon! You’ve got stamina, we get it!”

“JAY HYUNG!” Jungwon shouted, his voice cracking slightly in exasperation. He launched the pillow at the door, even though it stood no chance of actually hitting the culprit. The sound of muffled laughter from outside only made his embarrassment grow.

You were in stitches by now, tears pricking at your eyes as you clutched your stomach. “You’re so cute when you’re flustered,” you teased, reaching up to pinch his flushed cheek.

Jungwon groaned again, flopping onto his back and dragging a pillow over his face. “I’m never living this down,” he mumbled, his voice muffled.

You leaned over him, your laughter finally calming as you placed a soft kiss on his exposed neck. “They’re just jealous,” you whispered, nuzzling him. “Still doesn’t make it any better,” Jungwon grumbled, peeking out from under the pillow to glare halfheartedly at the door.

Outside, the teasing continued, but Jungwon tuned it out, focusing instead on the girl in his arms. Despite the mortifying interruption, the way you were looking at him now—your eyes warm and full of affection—made him feel like the luckiest person alive.

#enhypen #smut #enhypen hyung line #enhypen jungwon #jungwon #enha smut #enha x reader #enha #enha imagines #enha jungwon #enhypen fic #enhypen smut #enhypen x reader #kpop smut

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thatonesonicfanfictionwriter · 3 days ago

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I saw your insomnia post for Shadow and oh my god I loved it, especially since sleeping is one of my greatest issues so I thought I'd request something as well! Today I got one of my worst migraines I've ever had but after I recovered from it with some medicine and a long nap I thought it'd be an interesting idea to see what Shadow would do if the reader got a migraine? You're free to write this however you like, Im excited to see it!

“A Huge Pain (in the head)”

Pairing: Shadow the Hedgehog x Reader

Requested: Yes (by an anon).

Description: You didn’t have migraines often, but when you did, they were hell. Luckily you had your partner to help you out this time.

Notes: Oughh I love excuses to write fluff and excuses to write for Shadow, even if almost every request in my inbox right now is Shadow- But either way! I hope you enjoy!

(Reader will be gender-neutral.)

(Not proof-read/beta-read.)

(TW: Swearing.)

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Today was already shit.

You woke up cold, your partner, Shadow, had already left the bed, and worst of all?

You had a migraine.

“But [Name], it’s just a migraine!” some might say.

But your migraines were. The. Worst.

They could take days to disappear, and you were always more irritable. You always felt horrible about it, but when on a migraine, everything annoyed you.

Today was going to be garbage.

Grumbling while holding your head, you throw what little covers you have on off, rummaging through the closet and putting on the first decent outfit you have. Good thing you’re off work today. That would’ve made today even worse.

Opening the bedroom door, you get a whiff of something in the kitchen.

Something good.

Smells like french toast, one of your favorite breakfast foods.

You walk into the kitchen and Shadow notices you, him letting off a small smile.

“Morning, [Name],” Shadow says. “Sleep well?”

“Eh, kinda…” you mutter, sitting at the table, rubbing your temple. “I woke up with a killer migraine.”

“A migraine, hm?” Shadow asks. “Let me finish making breakfast and I’ll help you take care of it.”

“What, are you gonna massage the pain away or something?” you joke.

“That’s part of it, yes,” Shadow states.

You blink twice, your face tinting red.

You were not expecting that answer.

Not long after, Shadow sets your french toast down in front of you, along with a glass of water, which you quickly down before anything else. Water usually helps slightly with your migraines, after all.

The two of you enjoy your breakfast, and after having brushed your teeth, you and Shadow head over to the couch at Shadow’s request, and he has you lay your head on his lap before starting to massage your scalp. You smile softly from the sensation, sighing happily, your eyes shutting on their own.

“You’re too kind to me sometimes, Shadow,” you mutter. He lets out a chuckle.

“You’d do the same for me if I had a migraine,” he states.

“You’re not wrong,” you say. “Regardless, this feels nice.”

“I’m glad,” Shadow says. “If it still bothers you after this, we can go cuddle on the bed.”

You make a hum of affirmation, allowing yourself to melt into the massage.

You were glad to have a partner like him.

#sonic the hedgehog #sth #sonic fanfiction #sonic characters x reader #shadow the hedgehog #x reader #sonic character x reader #shadow the hedgehog x reader #shadow x reader #sonic oneshots #sonic oneshot #oneshot #requested oneshot #etc #insert tag here #tw swearing

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vampiricstoryteller · 2 days ago

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(Isn’t it) Obvious

Hello everyone 👋🏾 this is my first fanfic in a long long time but I love Richter and Annette so much I just had to write something for them. I’m hella rusty but I hope a few of you find some enjoyment with this one.

All mistakes are my own

Warning: smut, cursing

Annette could admit to herself that she’d thought about kissing Richter more than once. He was a lot of things but unattractive wasn’t one of them. The stupid Belmont boy was gorgeous, with his sapphire eyes and soft brown hair; of course the idea of putting her lips to his has often come to the front of her mind.

There’d been nights when she couldn’t sleep and the snores of everyone around her weren’t their usual soothing noises of companionship; they echoed in her eardrums and reminded her of how unsettled she still felt here. How lonely she was despite being a part of a vampire hunting group. It was maddening.

Until her thoughts inevitably drifted to Richter, as they usually did. Whether he was laying next to her on the cold ground in a bedroll or an entire room away, the mere knowledge that he was close by brought a small bit of peace to her clouded mind.

She would think about laughing at his dumb jokes, fetching water with him from the closest river, sparring with him because he wasn’t afraid to actually throw a punch towards her. He was exciting to her, he made the tips of her fingers and toes tingle. And the space between her thighs ache.

Annette is less willing to admit that she’s been touching herself to thoughts of Richter lately. For the last three nights in a row, her hand has slipped under the fabric of her night clothes and sought out the hidden nub that sends spikes of pleasure crawling up her spine.

It’s embarrassing.

But it’s also one of the best feelings she’s been able to give herself in a long time.

The implications of what that means, however, are always waiting for her when her chest has stopped heaving and there aren’t stars bursting in her eyes anymore. Subconsciously she agonized over the possibility that her growing fondness for Richter Belmont would expose a part of her she never let anyone see before.

It’s why she invites him to come back to Haiti with her, and it’s why she’s currently sat on a bed too small for the two of them, kissing him and doing her best to crawl into his lap.

The kisses started out innocent. At least on Richter’s end. They were a declaration of their feelings for each other. A confirmation that he actually liked her and wasn’t just all talk. But innocent wasn’t what Annette was looking for.

They surveyed that final fight. She was on her way home with him, he agreed to follow her anywhere. And now she wants to do everything with him.

Richter’s hands on her waist pull her from her thoughts, their lips are still moving together and his tongue seeks permission into her mouth. She grants it to him happily, a small whimper escaping her throat when he squeezes her side and shifts her onto her back.

She likes kissing Richter, a lot. But she likes the pressure of his body weight on top of her even more. Her legs come up, thighs encasing him tightly and her ankles hooking together at the small of his back.

He grunts in surprise, breaking their kiss to stare down her with wide eyes and a new blush on his cheeks.

Distantly, Edouard’s angelic voice echoes off the walls of the small cabin. She sets a reminder on her mental day to day list to do something nice for her friend in the coming days.

“Annette.”

His breath fans across her face, reminding her how close they are. She smiles up at him, twisting her fingers in his hair at the nape of his neck.

“Yes Richter?”

His lips twitch up when she says his name, a blush blossoming across his collarbone and neck; but he’s serious when he asks.

“You’re sure about this?” And then after a moment’s hesitation, “You’ve done this before, haven’t you?”

She has.

Once.

Back when she’d been enslaved. She’d done it because she’d been curious to know what all the fuss was about and why her friends would risk punishment to for it. Not to mention it was one less thing she’d have to worry about being taken from her.

At the time, it hadn’t been impressive enough for her to put effort into making it happen again. Escaping, revenge and vampire hunting took up too much of her time to worry about shared kisses and affection between bodies.

“Annette?”

She blinks back into focus, meeting Richter’s gaze which has become concerned.

“I have once,” she says with a soft nod. “When I was enslaved.”

Richter frowns and shifts most of his weight to his left hand, the right one cupping her face. His thumb strokes her cheek, the rough pad somehow soothing to her. His skin still feels too warm, but she knows if she brings it up he’ll just insist he’s fine so she leaves it for now.

“That…..wasn’t against your will was it?” Richter asks.

“No!” Annette exclaims, wanting to quell any rising qualms Richter might be having that he could, by proximity, be doing something she doesn’t like or want.

Her hands leave his hair in favor of his shoulders, the muscles are thick underneath her palms and Annette bites back a moan of appreciation.

“It wasn’t by force,” She says firmly looking up onto his blazing blue eyes. “I was lucky. It was with a boy I worked in the fields with, I wanted to get it out of the way so my first time wouldn’t be taken from me.”

Richter’s brow un-furrows a bit, he lowers down enough to kiss her again. This one soft and sweet.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs against her lips.

Annette smiles, kissing him harder and squeezing his hips with her thighs.

“Do not ruin the mood, Belmont.” She teases, satisfied when he laughs and doesn’t press farther about what things had been like for her before they’d met.

“Yes ma’am.” He grins and uses the hand holding her face to tilt her head back, exposing her neck to him.

His lips on her sensitive skin are like heaven, the sharp spike of his teeth nipping after every kiss makes Annette’s hips rock.

She runs a hand down his right arm, to join the one still holding her face. Slowly and purposefully Annette drags the large palm to her shoulder then collarbone, arching her back and sighing when he finally, finally, cups her breast through her top.

Richter squeezes, whether out of instinct or shock that he’s actually touching her Annette can’t be sure but she’s barely able to muffle the shout that tumbles from her mouth. She can feel him smirk against her neck, clearly pleased with the sounds he’s drawing from her.

Annette doesn’t care, each sharp wave of pleasure his hands are giving her is worth putting up with his growing ego.

“Richter.” She moans.

He crowds her against the bed, hand alternating between her breasts while his mouth suckles a bruise into the column of her neck and his hips ground into hers. Sweat gathers at the small of Annette’s back, her abdominal muscles burning as she holds the arch to keep as much of her body pressed against him as she can.

Her skirt is bunched at her hips, wrinkled between her and the bed from her insistent need to be moving with Richter. Despite the clothing between them, she can feel him growing harder every time they come in contact.

Richter’s nimble fingers pluck at the hem of her top questioningly, prompting Annette to nod and let her arms fall back onto the mattress above her head.

An open invitation.

His smile is practically blinding as he sits up just enough to hold his weight on his knees and place both hands on her waist. She stares at him while his thumbs stroke the smooth plains of her stomach, tilting her head curiously when suddenly a blush appears across his cheeks and chest.

“What are you thinking about?” She asks softly.

“How good I’m going to make you feel.” He rumbles, voice serious and low as he flexed his fingers, the tips digging slightly into her ribs.

Before she can think of a witty reply Richter slides his hands up, catching her top on the way and pushing it up over her head. He tugs it free of her arms, dropping the fabric to the floor; the soft thump of it hitting the ground is lost on Annette who can only focus on the sudden intensity of Richter’s gaze.

Heat burns at her cheeks and twists in her lower belly. She’s never been looked at like this before, the lustful adoration in his eyes makes her head spin.

“C-Can I touch you, Annette?”

She huffs, amused by him trying to remain respectful despite her bare breasts being on display and his hard dick straining his pants between her legs.

He’s adorable, but Annette needs more. She’s starting to crave it.

“I hope that’s the plan.” She snickers, hands finding his hair again. Scratching his scalp, she bites her lip. “Otherwise I’ve terribly misread the whole situation.”

Richter rolls his eyes, letting her pull him down into another kiss. His teeth meet her bottom lip and he nips at it playfully; two fingers finding one of her dark pebbled nipples and pinching.

Her eyes flutter shut, a breathless “yes!” racing from her mouth as she tugs on his hair.

It’s all the encouragement Richter needs.

Suddenly his hands are everywhere; kneading her beasts fully, gripping her chin to keep bring her in for sloppy kisses, squeezing her hips and petting her thighs. He bites at her neck, flicks his tongue along her collarbone, working his way down until he can suckle at her tawny brown nipples; lavishing them both with his tongue.

The sensation leaves Annette writhing and panting, she wants to wiggle away from the unrelenting pleasure but she also never wants Richter to stop what he’s doing.

He laps at the skin between her breasts, slicking it to the point it shines in the moonlight illuminating their cabin. At her hips, one of his hands pulls on the waistband of her skirt and Annette immediately lifts up to help him get the garment away from her body.

The oceanic breeze of the night air tickles her exposed flesh, cooling a bit of the humid haze she’d been drifting in. Annette blinks her eyes open, looking down to find Richter’s already staring at her; his pupils blown wide and near black with only a slim blue outer ring around his irises.

She traces his jaw line with her fingers, feeling his teeth clench together with restraint.

He looks hungry.

For nourishment she’s certain only she can provide.

Annette bites her lip hard at the thought, her legs falling open a bit to give him more room. They hold each other’s gaze while his fingers dance at her hip, dragging along the creased apex of her thigh.

He pauses, just before his searching fingers can make contact with the place she wants him most. She thinks he’s about to ask her if she’s okay or if he’s allowed to touch her but the Belmont boy surprises her once again. He simply grins at her, kisses her sternum and slips a finger between her soaking folds.

Annette chokes out a moan, her chest heaving as she sucks in a hard breath and her heels dig into the small of Richter’s back. She’s already embarrassingly wet, his long finger stroking from the bundle of nerves at the top down to her aching core over and over until she’s thrashing against him.

“R-Richter—please!”

She’s too far gone to care that she’s whining nor does she care that above her the object of her obvious distress only chuckles and presses a kiss to her clammy forehead.

“Please what?” He asks, watching her face intently. “Tell me what you want, Annette.”

This time her whine is unintelligible, a garbled mess of pleading that she can’t control. But it’s enough for him to grant her reprieve, the tip of his finger taps her opening—once—twice—and then he pushes the obscenely long digit inside of her and Annette shouts.

Her head falls back onto the mattress, her nails scratching at his sides and she tightens around him, already needing more. Richter growls, his finger stroking with the pace of her rocking hips,

“You’re sucking me right in, baby.” He whispers to her, a secret between them that is theirs only.

She whimpers, the sharpest spike of pleasure yet streaks down her spine and settles in her hips. No one has ever called her that before, there’s never been anyone she wanted to think they could have the privilege.

Though Richter is not like anyone else she’s ever met.

He pushes a second finger into her, a much tighter fit but an even better feeling. Annette grinds her hips into his hand without shame, shivering each time the heel of his palm bumps her slippery clit.

Impatience edges into Annette’s mind, her hands reaching down and pushes at the sleep pants he’d just changed into.

“Ta-Take these off,” she whimpers, one hand managing to shove the left side of his pants down his narrow hips.

Richter huffs out a laugh, slowly pulling his fingers from her and sitting up onto his knees. The movement forces her legs to fall open on either side of him, leaving her feeling exposed in a whole new way. Annette’s face burns and instinctively she tries to draw her knees together.

“Well now, that won’t do.” Richter says casually as he shoves his pants down his thighs before kicking them off onto the floor.

He hooks a hand under the crook of her left knee and tugs it out to the side, opening her back up to him.

“You’re beautiful, Annette.” He says sincerely, licking his lips as he settles back between her thighs. “Don’t ever hide from me.”

This time without his pants to keep him trapped against his own leg, his dick is hot and heavy dragging against her inner thigh. Annette slips one hand between them, her slender fingers wrapping around his shaft experimentally.

It’s Richter’s turn to shout, hips jerking when her thumb swipes at the pre cum leaking from his tip and smears it all over the head. Stroking him and twisting her hand at the same time, Annette works him until he’s painfully hard and throbbing in her hand.

She lifts her hips, hoping to guide him to the place she needs him to fill.

“Annette, baby, wait—.”

She smirks up at him, though her hand does go still.

“You have done this before right?” She teases, chuckling at the affronted look he gives her.

“I’m a Belmont, of course I have.” He grins for a moment then says a bit breathlessly. “It’s just never been with someone I cared this much about.”

One of his hands grips her side, the thumb stretching out to her belly button.

“I want this to be good for you, you deserve to feel good.” He tilts his head, eyes looking her entire body over. “You’re so small, I don’t want to hurt you.”

Annette isn’t expecting him to be that honest, especially not now when they’re moments away from their first becoming one. Another emotion spreads through her, not lust and not impatience but a new one that she’s not sure she’s ever felt before.

It’s in this moment that Annette realizes, she loves him.

She loved Richter Belmont, so much that her soul feels ablaze. She wants to scream from the bow of the ship up to the heavens that she has finally fallen in love. And it feels exactly the way her mother told her it would.

Safe.

Exciting.

Like home.

He is her home and she never wants to leave or be without him.

“Richter.” Her voice is soft and lightly. “I know you’d never hurt me, I trust you.”

She releases the grip she has on his, from what she can see, very pretty dick and plants that hand on his chest while the other cards through his soft hair.

“I want to do this with you, I want to feel good with you.” She says firmly. “Do you want to feel good with me?”

Richter nods, desperation filling the lines of his face as he kisses her cheeks, her nose, her chin and then finally slanted his lips over hers.

This kiss is different. His lips devour hers, nipping at her bottom one in a way that twists her hips and curls her toes. The passion he’s pouring into her feels different, it’s a promise, a dedication. To her. To them. To whatever they’re about to build together.

When Richter breaks for air, Annette lets her eyes flutter open and sucks in a sharp breath at the look of pure adoration in his eyes. If she didn’t know better, she would think she created the moon, the stars and the sky.

“I only want you,” he whispers into her mouth, lips tickling hers with the movement of each word. “In this life and the next and the one after. I want to be with you forever Annette.”

She smiles, “Good, because I really need you inside of me right now.”

Richter nods, kissing her again and adjusting their bodies so he can reach down between them. Supporting most of his weight on his forearm near Annette’s head, his fingers glide through her slick for a moment, collecting some of it to spread around the fat mushroom head before he takes hold of himself and lines the tip up, nestling it at her sopping wet opening.

Annette’s eyes slam shut and she pulls back to choke out a moan at the feeling just the tip has ignited inside of her. Above her, Richter stills and she thinks she might sob if he starts to move away.

Her hands fly up to the space where his shoulders and neck meet, the column thick between her hands.

“No Richter, don’t stop.” She wiggles her hips in an attempt to take him deeper, but his hand comes to rest over her lower stomach; effectively holding her in place with ease.

“Annette,” his breathing is labored, her name sounding rough in his throat. “Open your eyes.”

Above her head, his fingers twirl some of her individual locs and stroke at her scalp; Annette can’t help but to push her head up into his touch as she blinks up at him.

She’s never seen Richter look at anyone or anything the way he’s staring down at her now. His sapphire eyes are burning into her very soul, she is the sun and he is ready to pray to her for the rest of his life.

Annette licks her lips, pleased that his eyes tick down and follow the movement of her tongue, then says.

“If you stop now, Belmont, I will never forgive you.”

He laughs breathlessly, nodding. “I wouldn’t forgive me if I stopped right now either.” His finger tips massage her scalp, finding space in the new growth to really put pressure down and ground her.

Annette keens up into the feeling, a pretty groan of appreciation on her tongue.

His hand holding her still at the hips smoothes back around to the outer side of her thigh, gripping the flesh. Richter ducks his head, kissing her and holding her gaze as he murmurs into her mouth,

“Take a deep breath, baby.”

She does as he says without a second thought, gulping for air that he’s breathing into her. Richter smiles, rocking his hips forward and in the same motion, tugs her down onto his shaft slowly.

The feeling is delicious.

The stretch of his dick sliding into her cunt is exquisite, curling her toes and exploding stars in her vision. She’s barely aware of how her nails take down his neck and over his chest, leaving trails of red lines on his pale skin.

“R-Richter.”

He groans in response, his eyes closed and the tip of his tongue pressing into his top lip in concentration. Annette’s sure he’s never looked more beautiful than he does now. She clenches around him when he finally bottoms out, his hips meeting the back of her thighs.

“Fu—Fuck.”

Richter’s thrust start out tentative, his hips rolling experimentally and Annette finds herself lifting her own hips to meet him. Her arms wrap around his neck, holding him down so their chests are pressed together tightly. She rests her cheek against his and Annette darts her tongue out to lick at his ear.

“Please go faster, Richter.” She whines, digging her heels into his ass. “Please!”

Now confident, his hips pick up speed and the hand on her meaty thigh squeezes even tighter. Annette’s spine tingles at the thought of there being finger shaped bruises under her clothing tomorrow.

She clings to Richter as if he is her only life force, right now it feels like he is. The steady drag and pull of him inside her threatens to drive her insane, but Annette is happy to go there if it means keeping this feeling with him alive.

Richter sits back suddenly, onto his knees and the hand that was buried in her hair finds new purchase on her unattended thigh. He holds her open, his thrusts deep, hard and powerful; jerking her body back and forth along the bed.

“Annette,” he growls out, grunting in effort to not lose his rhythm. “You feel, so—so fucking good, squeezing me so tight.”

She nearly arched completely off the bed, his words stroking a very specific part of her brain. Digging her nails into the well carved muscles of his stomach, Annette closes her eyes and loses herself in the sensations.

“Richter!” She pants, eyes rolling in her head. “Don’t stop, please!”

“I won’t, baby.” He promises. “I’ll never stop.”

One hand leaves her thigh, his thumb finding her now puffy clit and strums it with intent, his hips keeping pace as he pounds into Annette.

She chants his name like a pray, one for every time his cock rams so deep inside of her she would swear she could feel him in her stomach. There’s a coil there, curling tighter towards her spine and Annette clamps around Richter in the hopes he can tap the right button that’ll give her what she wants.

He twists his hips down on the next few thrusts and Annette bites into his neck to muffle her scream as she explodes. She goes momentarily deaf, her body and cunt spasming while Richter works her through the life changing pleasure thats rippling through her entire body.

Every muscle she has is taunt and for a split moment Annette thinks his thrusts are going to snap her in half. And she would welcome that sensation with open arms.

Richter’s lips on hers brings her hearing back, the bed beneath them creaks steadily and their skin clapping together bounces off the walls. He licks inside of her mouth, his breath hot and ragged as he chases after the completion she just reached.

Annette holds him tighter, whimpering and mewling at a pitch she knows will root in his brain. Richter moans, losing the rhythm and his thrusts becoming erratic.

“Richter—“

He nudges her head to the side, sweat from his brow smearing against her temple.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby.” He hisses, teeth clenched and his jaw strained, “I love you, Annette, I love you.”

Their hips meet hard three more times, the force jarring hiccup like moans out of her throat but Annette only care about riding out the spikes of unmeasurable pleasure that zip up and down her body.

Richter shudders above her, a roar erupting from his throat as he grinds into her with every last bit of strength he has. Annette whimpers, her face heating at the feeling of Richter’s cum flooding her with warm from the inside.

She watched him with half lidded eyes and massaging at the bite mark shes left in his skin. He slowly lowers down to rest on his elbows and hover over her, his blue eyes blinking open to look hazily down at her.

“A-Are you o-okay?” He asks panting.

She nods, offering him a smile as they both let their chests heave together;

“I’m great.” Annette confirms, lifting her head and kissing him sweetly. “Are you?”

Richter laughs, his eyes scanning her face a few times. “I think I had just had the best sex of my life.”

She bites her lip to keep her laughter contained. “Thats high praise indeed coming from you, Belmont.”

“It is, isn’t it?” He teases, kissing her cheek before he gently tilts her head by her chin and connects their lips again.

They only pull apart when Richter’s weight begins to numb Annette’s hips and torso, both of them shivering when he shuffles back and slips out of her completely.

Using the edge of the blanket hanging off the bed, Richter gently wipes away the mess he’s made between her thighs; the movement gently and caring.

They settle in the bed facing each other. The steady rock of the ocean and the waves crashing together lulls the two lovers into a comfortable silence.

Her fingers thread together at the nape of his neck, arms bent so he’s pulled close. His massive hands holding her waist, the weight of them on her more comforting to Annette than she ever thought possible.

Richter kisses her, exhaustion starting to sag his body into the mattress but his eyes remain open. She strokes his head with her thumbs, smiling at him when it’s clear he intends to fall asleep staring at her.

“So,” she whispers, seconds before they drifts off completely. “You love me, do you?”

His lips twitch up into a smile. Squeezing her sides, he nods sleepily. “Wasn’t it obvious?” He mumbles, kissing the tip of her nose. “I’m all yours.”

The End

🫣 hope y’all liked it, pls like and reblog if you did ❤️

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cypherbxbe · 3 days ago

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PART 3/4 - Ghost x Reader

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notes: I’m still a newbie so bare with me pls, slowbuuurn, portrayal of violence tw (blood, weapons, injuries etc.), will contain smut in part 4 so beware lol

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Days passed, and Simon found himself settling into the monotony of life outside the infirmary. Each day felt a little duller, a little quieter. A little emptier without you.

He tried to keep himself busy - buried himself in reports, spent hours at the training, and even managed to crack open a book. But no matter what he did, his mind always wandered back to you. Your voice, your grin, the way you had this infuriating ability to make him feel seen.

Sitting at a table in the mess hall, he caught the faint sound of footsteps behind him. His instincts kicked in, and without thinking, his hand shot out, catching the wrist reaching for his shoulder.

“Damn brat,” he muttered under his breath, his voice rough beneath the mask. But his eyes told a different story. They softened, just a fraction, betraying the satisfaction of knowing you were there.

You didn’t even flinch, of course. You just grinned, ever unbothered, and slid into the seat beside him, your smirk firmly in place. “So, how’s my favorite grouch doing?”

He released your wrist, reluctant to let go, and scowled as you settled in. “Still alive,” he grumbled, poking at his stew. “And if you call me a grouch one more time, I’ll throw you out the nearest window.”

You laughed lightly, leaning over your bowl of soup. “I missed you, you know?” The words caught him off guard, making him pause mid-bite. For a split second, his mask of indifference slipped, his hand tightening around his spoon.

“Tch,” he muttered, quickly recovering. His voice was gruff, but the usual bite wasn’t there. “Missed pissing me off, you mean.“ You just grinned wider. “That too.. Cap said we’re teaming up for the next mission. That leg healed yet?”

“Leg’s fine,” he replied with a shrug, the words clipped. “Good as new.” But you gave him a knowing look, a hum escaping your lips as you leaned back slightly. He knew you didn’t believe him, and it annoyed him how easily you could see through him. Still, he wasn’t about to admit anything. Not now. Not to you.

The day of the mission came. The sun had already set by the time the chopper landed to pick you up and drop you near the target location. The quiet hum of the rotors was the only sound in the otherwise still night.

Simon masked his limp as best he could while you approached the safe house, cursing himself silently. He didn’t want you worrying, but he knew better. You’d see right through him.

Inside, the safe house was dimly lit, the faint glow of a single desk lamp casting long shadows over the weapons and gear laid out with military precision. He felt your gaze on him as you both settled in, watching his every move. His shoulders tensed, and his jaw clenched. Finally, he turned to face you, his eyes narrowing. “What?” he grunted, his voice defensive. You just shook your head, a faint smile tugging at your lips. “Nothing,” you murmured, your tone casual but knowing.

The faint clicks of buckles and straps filled the room as body armor was secured. You slid a suppressor onto your pistol with practiced ease, holstering it at your thigh. “Two guards at the entrance,” you murmured, glancing toward Simon.

He nodded, already geared up, his fingers toying with the edge of his Kabar knife. His expression remained impassive as he twirled the blade with effortless precision. “We go in quiet,” he said, his voice firm. “I’ll handle the guards. We secure the hostage and get out. No mistakes.” You gave a small nod, your smirk faint but unmistakable. “No mistakes,” you echoed, your tone laced with a trace of excitement he knew all too well.

The two of you moved out, the darkness wrapping around you like a second skin. Through night vision, the faint green glow of the guards came into view. You hung back as Simon crept forward with deadly precision, dispatching the two guards in quick, fluid movements.

“I know that’s right, LT,” you muttered into the comms, unable to keep the grin off your face. He scoffed, his voice crackling through your earpiece. “Shut it, smartass.” There was annoyance in his tone, but it couldn’t mask the faint edge of amusement.

With a swift kick, Simon moved one of the unconscious guards out of the way and gestured to you. His eyes flicked over your face, just long enough to ensure you were ready. “Coast is clear,” he said, already moving forward with practiced ease.

The both of you moved through the building, sticking to the shadows and carefully navigating the blind spots you had mapped out beforehand. Every step was measured, every sound muted.

At the end of the hall, you paused, peering around the corner. Your eyes landed on a guard slumped in a chair, his head lolling slightly to the side, likely dozing off. Your expression lit up like a kid on Christmas morning, and you turned to Ghost with a gleam in your eye.

“Can I? Pretty please?” you whispered, your voice barely audible but dripping with excitement. Ghost stared at you, taking in the ridiculous pleading look on your face - that damn look that always managed to get under his skin in a way he couldn’t describe. He let out a quiet sigh, the sound heavy with a mix of annoyance and reluctant fondness.

“Fine,” he muttered, his tone gruff but holding no real edge. “Knock yourself out. Just keep it quiet.” You didn’t need to be told twice. He watched as you moved toward the guard, silent as a shadow. You crept up behind him, your movements confident. Ghost’s eyes narrowed slightly as you tapped the guard on the shoulder.

The man startled awake, his body jerking upright, but before he could do anything else, your pistol was pressed against the back of his head. You winked at him, almost playfully, and then - click. The guard slumped back into the chair, lifeless.

Ghost exhaled, shaking his head in mild exasperation as you strutted back toward him, a wicked grin plastered across your face. You looked every bit like a lunatic - but hell, if it didn‘t do things to him.

“Show-off,” he muttered under his breath, his tone dry as his eyes flicked to the lifeless guard. Your grin only widened at his words, a quiet chuckle slipping past your lips. “You love it,” you teased, your voice smug.

His eyes darted to you briefly, and even under the mask, you could tell your comment had hit home. A slight tension in his shoulders, the way he avoided your gaze - oh, you knew. Heat rose to his cheeks beneath the mask, and he grumbled something unintelligible under his breath, trying and failing to dismiss the truth of your words. Because as much as he hated to admit it, you were absolutely right. He did love it.

As the two of you approached the door where the hostage was likely being held, faint voices could be heard from within. Pressing your backs against the nearby walls, you strained to make out the conversation. You leaned closer and whispered into the comms, “I hear at least three.”

Ghost gave a sharp nod, his mind already running through potential scenarios. His ears strained, searching for any additional noise. “Three? We can handle that,” he murmured, his voice low and steady.

His gaze flicked to you, his sharp eyes assessing your face. He could see the fire in your eyes, the adrenaline coursing through you. “You ready for this?” he asked, his voice tinged with quiet confidence. “Born ready,” you replied, flashing a small smile. Ghost inhaled deeply, steeling himself. He held your gaze for a beat longer, a silent exchange passing between you.

The moment the door opened, the two of you slipped inside like shadows. Your eyes darted around the dimly lit room, taking in every detail. The hostage was tied to a chair, slumped and barely conscious. Three armed guards turned at the sound of the door, their weapons immediately raised.

“Left is mine,” you called out, your body already in motion. You slid to avoid their fire, moving with practiced precision. Your arm locked around the neck of one of the guards, your pistol pressing to his temple. One clean shot later, he crumpled to the ground.

Ghost, meanwhile, closed the distance with ruthless efficiency, his knife finding its mark in the chest of another guard. The blade sank in with a sickening crunch. But as he turned to engage the third enemy, his leg faltered. A sharp jolt of pain shot up from his injury, and he stumbled.

It was a split-second opening, but enough for the remaining guard to take advantage. Ghost barely registered the glint of a knife before the man lunged. You didn’t think - you reacted. Your gun snapped up, three sharp cracks echoing through the room as every bullet landed squarely between the attacker’s eyes. He collapsed in a heap.

But your focus on Ghost cost you. A fourth hostile emerged from the shadows, knife in hand. You didn’t see him until it was too late. The blade bit into your shoulder, a guttural cry tearing from your throat as you staggered back.

Ghost’s world slowed. His breath caught, and rage roared to life in his chest. Without hesitation, he surged forward, pain in his leg forgotten. He slammed the hostile into the wall, his Kabar flashing in the dim light before it sliced cleanly across the man’s throat.

The body dropped with a thud, but Ghost’s attention was already on you. He turned, his eyes locking onto the knife still embedded in your shoulder. Blood seeped through your clothes, pooling faster than he liked.

„You’re hurt,” he muttered, his voice tight with strain. Beneath his stoic mask, his mind was racing, panic bubbling beneath the surface.

But then it twisted into anger. His eyes bore into yours, a sharp glare that made your breath hitch for just a moment. His emotions were a mess - worry, fear, frustration. And the worst of all: guilt. You were hurt because of him.

He stepped closer, his hands clenching into tight fists. “What the hell were you thinking?” he growled, his tone rough, but his voice cracked just enough to betray his emotions. Without waiting for an answer, his hand came to your shoulder.

“What was I thinking?” you snapped back, your hand moving to the hilt of the knife embedded in your flesh. With a grunt, you yanked it out, a strangled noise escaping your throat as you tossed the blade aside. Blood began to seep faster, but you ignored it, glaring at him. “That bastard would’ve sliced you in half if it weren’t for me.“

His jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing at your retort. He hated that you were right. He hated even more that you were hurt because if his own failure. The guilt gnawed at him, a relentless ache in the pit of his stomach.

“You’re maddening..” he muttered, frustration seeping into his voice. His fingers lingered near the wound as though he wanted to do something - anything - but he stopped himself, his expression unreadable.

“Let’s just get the hostage and get the hell out of here,” you grumbled, your face twisting in pain. Ripping a strip from your shirt, you started wrapping the wound with trembling hands. “Shit fucking hurts.”

He watched you, his throat tightening as you worked through the pain. Every movement you made, every labored breath you took, made the knot in his chest tighten. He couldn’t shake the image of the knife hitting you, or the sound of your pained cry.

His fists clenched by his sides as he struggled to keep his composure. The anger in his chest wasn’t directed at you anymore - it was aimed squarely at himself.

Ghost took a deep breath, forcing his voice to steady. “Let’s move,” he muttered, turning sharply, his voice gruffer than before to mask the turmoil swirling in his chest. But even as he walked toward the hostage, his mind stayed on you.

Back at the base, you’re ushered into the nurse’s office, her hands working efficiently to clean and patch up the wound. Meanwhile, Ghost stood off in the corner, arms crossed, radiating a dark, brooding energy. His sharp eyes followed every movement like a hawk, his posture stiff with tension.

You couldn’t help the faint softening of your expression as you glanced at him. “Stop glowering, it’s not your fault,” you said quietly. You knew he’d take that comment the wrong way, and sure enough, his jaw clenched, the scowl under his mask somehow deepening.

“Tsk,” was all he gave in response, a sharp, dismissive sound that made the nurse flinch slightly.

The room was silent save for the soft rustle of gauze and the occasional clink of medical tools. The nurse’s hands trembled faintly, clearly uneasy under Ghost’s piercing gaze. She finished her work quickly, muttering instructions to you in a hushed voice. “Make sure you come back tomorrow so I can change the bandage.”

You nodded, offering her a small, reassuring smile. “Yes, ma’am.” Before you could add anything more, Ghost spoke, his gruff voice cutting through the air. “I’ll make sure she does.” The nurse glanced between the two of you, clearly eager to escape the room. She gave a quick nod before scurrying off, leaving you alone with the looming figure of your Lieutenant.

You let out a quiet huff of laughter, that signature smirk sliding back into place as you hopped off the bed and grabbed your jacket. “That so? You worried about me, LT?” His lips twitched, just barely betraying the smallest hint of amusement. “Not worried,” he muttered, shifting his weight slightly, arms still crossed. “Just making sure you don’t cause more trouble.”

You slipped your jacket on carefully, wincing slightly at the ache in your shoulder but hiding it well. “Aye, sir,” you teased, followed by a wink. He gave an exaggerated eye roll in response. His gruff mutter followed you out of the office, his voice low but just loud enough for you to hear. “Damn nuisance.”

You could feel the weight of his presence behind you as the two of you made your way back to the quarters. Despite the lingering tension in the air, a smirk tugged at your lips. Tilting your head back slightly, you threw him a teasing glance. “You’re gonna be my shadow now, LT?”

Simon let out a low chuckle, his steps slowing as he fell into a more relaxed stride. “Something like that,” he muttered, his voice rough but tinged with amusement.

When your pace faltered and your expression softened, he stopped too, his gaze sharpening. “You do know it’s not your fault, right?” you said, your tone firm but gentle. ”Seriously, Simon, I don’t want you to beat yourself up over this..“ He stiffened, your words, and the sound of his name on your lips. “Not my fault?” he repeated, his voice gruff. “I got sloppy. You paid the price.”

“Accidents happen,” you said firmly, cutting off his guilt. “I’m fine.” Letting out a heavy sigh, he dragged a hand down the back of his neck, the tension in his shoulders easing, if only slightly. “You are alright, aren’t you?” he asked, the faint rasp in his voice softening the gruffness. Your lips curved into a small smile, your voice dropping to a gentle murmur. “I’m alright, I promise.”

For a moment, neither of you moved. His hands twitched at his sides, the urge to reach out and touch you nearly overwhelming. He hated how much he wanted to. His fingers curled into tight fists as he forced himself to hold back.

“You better be,” he muttered, his eyes searching yours, lingering there for just a second too long. The tension between you hung heavy, thickening the air around you. When you finally spoke again, your voice was barely above a whisper. “We should get some rest,” you said, your gaze still fixed on his, the words tinged with an almost reluctant finality.

His throat bobbed as he swallowed, the lump forming there growing tighter. “Goodnight, Simon,” you said softly, the way you said his name sending a faint ache through his chest.

He nodded, his voice hoarse as he mumbled, “Yeah… Night.” But as you turned to leave, the door inching shut behind you, something inside him snapped. His hand moved on instinct, reaching out and catching the door before it could close completely.

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(next and last part tmrw and it will be smut so just a heads up lol, thanks for reading)

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losingmygrasponreality · 3 days ago

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Shit. I just watched a certain tiktok where a couple was doing a specific desire some of us have .. the primal kink? Idk, the girl went running down the dirt road into a forest, dude started in the truck and then got out and slowly made his way to her ……. And I’m feeling things

So imagine this;

You and Eddie randomly spoke about how you’d enjoy being chased just for it to end up in bed together getting freaky..

This was months ago while watching Halloween, and you had honestly forgotten you mentioned anything until you were driving home with Eddie and you may have gotten a little bit too sassy and he pulls over on the back dirt road.

You’re confused, he’s never gotten upset over your attitude before? He does it too!

Eddie- “You really think you can give me that attitude and not face any consequences?”

You- “…. I suppose not….”

Eddie- *moves across you, unlocks your door and pushes it open* “I’ll give you a 2 minute head start.”

You- “Wait, what?”

Eddie- “The timer is going.. you better run fast, sweetheart.”

You- *Starts to remember what you had said months ago, pure excitement rushes over you but also PANIC as you step out of his van* Your whole body is vibrating as you look back at him and his eyes look dark but still has that loving almost sinister smile on. You close the door and start running down the road until you find a way into the forest.

Eddie waits, gives you an extra few seconds and begins driving a bit down the road just to stop, chuck his keys on the hood and spot you a bit into the trees. He sees you looking back and when you spot him, you almost trip.

He takes his time making his way to you, at least that’s what it appears. The way there’s no rush to him, just a steady and relentless approach. His boots sound heavy behind you. Like he knows he’ll catch up to you either way.

When you look back at him and then back towards the way you’re running, you slow down realizing the path ends. He’s already so close, you give up.

Eddie- “You really thought you could get away, huh?”

He slowly glides his hands from your waist and down to behind your thighs. Bending down and picking you up, throwing you over his shoulder. While he’s bringing you back to the van, he’s gripping your ass under your skirt, smacking it a bit and barely brushing your clit over your panties.

Eddie- “Just you wait until we get back to the house, maybe even start your punishment in the van..”

Your breathing hitches, you smile while soft whimpers leave your mouth. You’re so glad you mentioned this to him months ago..

I NEED THIS PLEASE - i wouldn’t hate the idea if one of my mutuals used this as a prompt… JUST SAYING

#stranger things #eddie munson #joseph quinn #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x you #reader x eddie munson #eddie munson smut #primal kink #primal fear #primal play #halloween #chase me #eddie munson imagine

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larkral · 20 hours ago

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Happy WIPsday! I have been wanting to post for approximately 2 weeks, but it's been chaosville at my house, so I haven't done it. I'm not seeing any tags, so I'm going to start us off this week!

So.... in the past two weeks I've written almost 2,000 words on Simon's Two Mums AU and about 4k words on Firstprince Soulmate BS. This is a lot for me! I'm excited about both of them! Soulmate BS is marinating after having had a very important scene written, so finally (already, always) got some overdue attention, and I'm really enjoying where it's going.

Simon's two mums:

Then, mum says, "Is it standard practice to cast spells on students without their agreement or parental assent?" "I'm sorry?" [omitted for spoilers] says. "Mum," I hiss at her. "I'm sorry, Simon, but I'd be very curious to know if this is a common experience for students here, or if it's something that's happening particularly often to my son." Her voice is hard and angry. Her lawyer voice, the one that knows she's going to win, and doesn't mind letting you know as well. "It's…" [spoiler again] sits back down. "It is, actually, quite common, but it is also very likely that it's happening particularly often with Simon." Mum seems surprised at how easily he goes along with her. "I'd appreciate if you would draft a policy document that provides students and their parents with more explicit knowledge of circumstances in which they may be subject to magical correction or intervention." "Of course, yes," [this person's name would spoil you] says. "Absolutely." He moves to stand again, and then sits back down. "Is there anything else before Simon returns to class?" "No," Mum says. "Unless you have anything you'd like to talk about, Simon?" Mummy asks, and I could cry. I almost do.

Soulmate BS and tags below the cut because I know what y'all here for.

BRILLIANT SHIT I say. Welcome to some soulmate lore knowledge.

"Mmm, yeah," Henry says, then with a little more clarity. "Sorry, what are we having a hard time believing? It's been quite the night in that regard." [quip removed for spoilers] Alex says. Henry hardly gets in his demure Indeed before Alex says, "I don't think it's that hard to believe that I'm a better dancer than you.” "No," Henry says, and then he presses his thumb into his phone and turns the screen towards Alex. You're Linked! the Heartlink banner reads, overlaying an illustration of red, pink and brown confetti. "Oh, shit." Alex says. Congratulations! Your bandmatch was calculated at a 97.82% level of synchronization. That's well above the threshold at which we recommend a parallel re-sync. Your concierge, Alana, will be in touch within 24 hours to facilitate contact with your soulmate. "Quite," Henry says. Alex can feel his heartbeat in his stomach, suddenly. It's a little bit nauseating, like he might throw up.

Thanks to @talentpiper11 for the name inspiration for the soulmate matching app. Which obviously every soulmate universe must have.

Tags and hugs to all my fandom friends. I hope you're making it through this week, lovelies.

@stitchyqueer @confused-bi-queer @facewithoutheart @whogaveyoupermission @cutestkilla

@hushed-chorus @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @ileadacharmedlife @bookish-bogwitch @artsyunderstudy

@captain-aralias @petedavidsonscock @artsyunderstudy @martsonmars @nausikaaa

@chen-chen-chen-again-chen @that-disabled-princess @shrekgogurt @palimpsessed @fatalfangirl

@blackberrysummerblog @valeffelees @youarenevertooold @emeryhall @run-for-chamo-miles

@talentpiper11 @orange-peony @thewholelemon @wellbelesbian @mooncello

@aristocratic-otter @roomwithanopenfire @monbons @kiwiana-writes

#BS stands for Brilliant Shit #at this point I might just name the fic that #I won't (probably)#but I could!#is it relevant to the content of the story?#nah #but like #Alex is in it #so #snowbaz #finally (already always)#simon's two mums #carry on #simon snow #simon stephenson-shaw #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #firstprince #red white and royal blue

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eternaldesi · 15 hours ago

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╰ dad!chris x . Mom!reader ᨸ Chris hesitantly agrees to let you have a girls’ night out, promising he’s got the kids under control—only to FaceTime you for help when the toddler throws a tantrum.

IT HAD BEEN WEEKS OF NON-STOP FAMILY LIFE. Between work, the kids’ activities, and keeping everything running smoothly at home, you hadn’t had a night to yourself in what felt like forever. So, when your friends suggested a girls’ night out, you jumped at the chance. After all, you deserved a little fun and relaxation, right? You glanced over at Chris, who was sprawled on the couch in his usual laid-back fashion, playing a game on his phone. “Hey, babe,” you started, trying to sound casual, but you could feel the nerves creeping in. “I was thinking I could go out with the girls tonight. Just for a few hours.” Chris looked up from his phone, eyes widening slightly at the mention of you leaving. He put down his phone, his expression shifting to one of concern. “Wait, you want to leave me alone with the kids?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. You laughed lightly, not sure if he was joking. “Chris, you’ve got this. They’ll be fine. You’re a great dad.” He hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. “I know, but… I don’t know. What if something happens? What if they get… I don’t know… messy? Or—” You raised an eyebrow. “Chris, you’ve been around the kids for a long time. I’m sure you’ll figure it out. Besides, it’s just a few hours. I’ll be back before you know it.” He sighed dramatically but eventually relented, giving you a smile of reassurance, even though you could tell he was still nervous. “Fine, fine. But if they start a riot or something, I’m calling you.” “Deal,” you said, laughing as you grabbed your purse. “I’ll be just a phone call away. Have fun with the kids, Dad.”

A FEW HOURS LATER, you were at a lively restaurant with your friends, enjoying a much-needed break. You’d forgotten how nice it felt to be around adults, away from the chaos of home. As the night went on, you found yourself laughing and chatting freely, your stress melting away with each glass of wine. But then, your phone buzzed. You pulled it from your purse, glancing at the screen. It was a FaceTime call from Chris. You frowned, puzzled. Was everything okay? You answered the call, and Chris’s face popped up on the screen, looking a little frazzled. Behind him, you could hear the sounds of children—loud, high-pitched, and very chaotic. “Hey, what’s up?” you asked, trying to hide your amusement. Chris’s face was a mixture of panic and exasperation. “I… I need help,” he said, voice low, as if trying to keep the situation under control. “What’s going on?” you asked, already knowing the answer. “Chloe won’t stop crying. I’ve tried everything. I gave her snacks, I sang her favorite song, I even put on the show she likes—nothing’s working! And Nico is jumping off the couch while Sienna is pretending to be a scientist and mixing random things in the kitchen.” You could barely suppress your giggles as you heard Nico’s excited voice shouting, “I’m a superhero!” in the background. Meanwhile, Chloe’s cries only seemed to get louder. You held back laughter, trying to keep your tone calm. “Okay, okay. Deep breath, Chris. Here’s what you do—try giving Chloe her stuffed bear, the one she can’t sleep without. It usually calms her down.” Chris ran a hand through his hair, his face scrunching with frustration. “I tried that. She’s still going off. And Nico won’t stop—he’s about to break something!” You couldn’t help it anymore. You laughed, a genuine laugh that rang out over the phone. “Chris, you’ve got this. Just breathe. Let me talk to the kids.” You put the phone on speaker and called out to the kids. “Nico! Sienna! Can you listen to Daddy for just a minute? He’s trying really hard!” “Mommy!” Sienna’s voice rang through the phone, and you could hear the excitement in her voice. “Daddy says I can’t mix the kitchen stuff!” “Yeah, because you’re not a scientist, Sienna,” Chris added with a sigh. “I swear, they’re out of control tonight.”“Alright, alright. Just tell them to give you a few minutes,” you said, trying to suppress another laugh. “I’m sure they’ll calm down.” Chris rubbed his temples. “I’m gonna lose it, I swear.” You could hear Chloe’s cries start to fade slightly in the background as Chris quickly retrieved the stuffed bear, probably following your instructions. It only took a few moments before the sound of Chloe calming down reached your ears. “There, see?” you said, grinning. “Just give it a minute.” Chris looked at you through the phone, his expression one of disbelief. “You seriously have a magic touch. She’s quiet now. Nico is pretending to be Batman, and Sienna’s cleaning up the kitchen… I don’t know how you do it.”“Years of practice, babe,” you said, smiling warmly. “You just have to stay calm, and they’ll follow your lead. But hey, if you need me to come home early, I’m just a call away.” Chris raised an eyebrow, a sheepish grin forming on his face. “I think we’re good now… but I don’t know if I can handle another night like this. Maybe next time you could plan a night out while the kids are asleep?” “Yeah, maybe,” you teased. “But you handled it. I’m proud of you, Dad.” “I’m not sure I’d call it handling it,” Chris said with a rueful chuckle. “But I’m surviving.” You gave him a reassuring smile, knowing he was doing his best. “You’re doing great. I’ll be home soon. Just remember—if all else fails, put on their favorite movie and let them burn off some energy.” “Got it. Thanks, babe.” As you ended the call, you chuckled to yourself, thoroughly entertained by the chaos at home. It had been nice to get a break, but honestly, you couldn’t wait to get back to your little family and see how Chris was holding up with everything.

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noc1818 · 1 day ago

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A Score to be Settled - Chrollo X Reader Fanfic

Hey everyone! I've had this idea for a Chrollo fic swirling around in my head for a while now, where Chrollo wrongs the reader, who's also from Meteor City, during their childhood. This event impacts them so deeply that they’re willing to go to any lengths to seek revenge and settle the score. This chapter is just the backstory leading up to the main plot. If you're interested in reading more, let me know—I’m really enjoying writing it and have a lot more I want to explore! Plus, it’s a fun project to help me get back into writing again. I truly appreciate any support!

Also, this is mostly unedited because I was too excited to share, so feel free to let me know if anything needs fixing!

A few warnings for this piece: Dark themes, death, angst, and intense struggles for survival.

Chapter One: The Debt

Meteor City - Residential Area, 1984

Digging through the scrap was a common occurrence in Meteor City. It was the only way to survive. It always astonished you that people would just throw out and dump some of this stuff without a second thought. Had they never had to scavenge for food or clothes? The idea of having a roof over your head and some form of food security felt like a distant daydream. But that was not your reality. Even at such a young age, the harsh truth of Meteor City was ingrained in your very being.

This had always been the case, at least since you could remember. Your first true memory was when you were five years old, hiding in a broken refrigerator with your little sister, Sumi, who was only two at the time, from some less-than-favorable characters searching the area. That was the reality for all the kids in Meteor City—except for Sumi. She was always a ray of light. Even in the darkest moments, she could spin a positive outlook, which, while uplifting, was sometimes a bit overwhelming.

Recently, she’d been going on and on about a group of kids, she’d met who performed shows for anyone willing to watch. Every day, she came back excited, telling you all about the latest show and its colorful cast of characters. You had promised her that one day you’d go with her to check out the performances. But the reality was that most of your days—hell, your entire childhood—had been spent scavenging and trying to make the best shelter you could for Sumi and yourself.

Still, if you were honest with yourself, your efforts were starting to pay off. You had gathered enough food and non-perishable goods to start a stockpile for the coming winter.

Not only had you been gathering food, but you had been saving Jenny, hoping to accumulate enough to get you and your sister out of the city. At thriteen years old, hidden in your makeshift shack and buried deep within an old metal tea kettle, you had quite a bit saved up. The reality was that it wasn’t much, but to a child with nothing, a hundred Jenny could change a life. Soon, you and Sumi would leave this scrap heap behind and start a real life. You’d be able to give her a solid foundation and a secure future.

As if on cue, scrambling down the narrow paths between the trash heaps, Sumi appeared. She ran toward you in her oversized pink sweater, patched and worn where the fabric had torn over time. She wore frayed blue shorts and dirty old sneakers. As she approached, you noticed her shoes were untied again and made a note to try to teach her how to tie them properly.

Upon seeing you, Sumi immediately called out, “Big Sis!”

Looking up, you gave her a warm smile and a wave. “Sumi, be careful running like that! You might fall!”

Hearing your call, she slowed down and made her way to your makeshift shelter. You had found a space between two scrap heaps, covered with metal sheets that mostly kept the rain out during downpours. You’d draped a cloth over the outside to help keep out the cold and block prying eyes from seeing inside.

Sumi walked over with a big smile, immediately hugging you tightly. “Big Sis, the show today was so cool! They were doing a musical.”

You hummed in acknowledgment of her excited ramblings. Your focus was more on her worn shoes and thinking how you might be able to get her a new pair. But Sumi bright, attentive eyes and her soft call of your name brought your attention back to the present.

“Y/N, are you listening?” she asked, tilting her head with a playful smile.

You nodded, ruffling her hair as you gave her your full attention. “Yes, I’m listening. Tell me all about the play. You said it was a musical, right?”

Sumi’s face lit up as she started rambling in detail about the play, the songs they sang, and the performances. It made you happy to know she had found something that made her so happy and allowed her to still be a kid.

Sumi’s gaze then shifted to the bread rations you’d found and set out for the two of you. She eagerly sat down on the dirt, ready to eat.

“Also, Big Sis, my friend from the play... Can she come over to eat sometime?” she asked, her brown eyes filled with hope.

Typically, you would say no. It was hard enough to feed just the two of you. But this was another kid—another kid from Meteor City—and she made your little sister happier than anyone else could. So, with a reluctant sigh, you nodded, saying, “Sure, but just her, okay?”

Sumi’s eyes widened, and she beamed. “Oh, good! She’ll be so excited when she gets back!”

That last part caught your attention—when she gets back. You wondered what Sumi meant by that, but rather than ask, you focused on the task at hand: getting something to eat. Hunger was often your main drive, having never truly been full your entire life. The two of you ate your bread and chatted the night away until it was time to sleep. You shared a torn-up mattress you’d found one day.

As your sister fell asleep the moment her head hit the pillow, you found yourself wide awake as always. The night was especially cold, even with the cloth covering the sides of your shelter. The cold air still billowed in, leaving you shivering to your core. Unable to sleep, you quietly got up and made your way outside.

Despite the chill, it was a beautiful night. The full moon illuminated the ruins of the city, casting a soft light on the heaps of metal scrap. The sky was clear—a rare sight since the smog usually made it nearly impossible to see the stars. But tonight, they shone bright and radiant, lighting up the darkness.

Little did you know, that on such a peaceful night, your life would change forever because of one mistake.

The sound of scrap being knocked over in the distance caught your attention. Despite your maturity for your age, your curiosity got the better of you. You crept toward the sound, the noise growing louder with each step. Expecting to find an adult out to cause trouble, you peeked cautiously around a corner. To your surprise, there stood a boy, slightly older than you.

He had his back to you, but you could make out his raven-like hair, which ended just above his ears. He wore a yellow-striped shirt and grey shorts, his sneakers as worn out as those of the other kids in the city. You also noticed his pale complexion. But it wasn’t just his appearance that caught your attention—it was the palpable anger radiating from him.

The boy was frantically searching every crevice in the piles of trash, looking for something—or perhaps someone. When a spot didn’t reveal what he was searching for, he would kick and throw things, sending the scrap tumbling down. But it wasn’t just his actions that struck you. There was an energy about him, an intense, almost suffocating wave of anger and despair that filled the air, making it feel heavy and thick with emotion.

You stood frozen, unsure of what to do. You had never encountered such a crushing presence before. The weight of his emotions was almost too much to bear. It took him a while before he realized someone else was there.

He turned toward you, taking a moment to process your presence. Even at his young age, it seemed like he was studying you, trying to figure out who you were. His expression was unreadable, but your silence seemed to provoke him. Without a hint of fear or caution, he started walking toward you. You weren’t surprised—after all, what could a bone-thin girl like you possibly do to a boy older than you?

As he drew closer, you noticed something you would never forget—his eyes. Steely grey, cold as steel, eyes that no child should have. They held a depth of pain, rage, and fear. It was as though his gaze could pierce through you, reading your every thought. The emptiness in them was unsettling, yet beneath that emptiness was an ocean of raw, unspoken emotion.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. His gaze remained locked on yours, unflinching. Then, in a voice that matched the indifference in his expression, he asked, “Why are you out here?”

You hesitated for a moment, processing his question. Finally, you answered in your quiet, almost inaudible voice, “I couldn’t sleep... it’s freezing.”

He listened, his eyes still fixed on yours, and after a brief pause, he nodded slightly. His tone remained flat, as if unaffected by the cold, the silence, or even the raw emotions swirling between you. “I suppose it is quite cold tonight,” he said.

You ask him the same question in return. “Why are you out here?”

Without hesitation, he responds, “I’m looking for someone.”

You raise an eyebrow, puzzled. Why would he be out here, so late, searching for someone? And what’s more, he’s dressed lightly, yet he doesn’t seem bothered by the cold. Curiosity laces your voice as you ask, “Wouldn’t it be smarter to search in the morning, when there’s daylight?”

A flicker of annoyance crosses his face, as if that option simply isn’t available. “Not possible. I’ll find her tonight.”

Normally, you would’ve dismissed him, turned away, and continued with your own business. But he’s another Metor City kid, and something in the back of your mind nags at you. He’s not dressed appropriately for the cold, and if he stays out here like this, he’ll get sick. You remember finding a man’s jacket a while back, one that was too big for you or your sister, and you think maybe it’s time to put it to good use.

“You’re going to catch a cold out here like that,” you say, a note of concern in your voice. “Come with me for two seconds, and I can give you a spare coat we have.”

Your tone is free of malice, just genuine care, and that catches his attention. He gives you a curious glance, eyebrows furrowing as if trying to decipher your intentions. Every kid in this city knows that nothing comes without a price, that nothing is truly free. So when he speaks, his words are cautious.

“I don’t need the jacket.”

His dismissal stings more than you expect, and you sigh, visibly irked. You take a few steps toward him, frustration settling into your voice. “Just take it. We don’t need it.”

At the word “we,” he raises an eyebrow. He’s perceptive, you realize. He takes a step closer, and you suddenly feel the suspicion radiating off him. “You have others with you?”

The question catches you off guard for a moment, but you recover quickly. “Yeah, my little sister, Sum.”

He pauses, his face unreadable, before asking, “You’re Sumi’s older sister? You must be Y/N, then.”

Your eyes widen in surprise. How does he know your name? You raise an eyebrow, and he chuckles, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Ah, my apologies. Sumi talks about you a lot. She’s always at shows with me and the others.”

That explains it. He must be one of the performer kids Sumi has befriended. You smile, relieved to understand the connection. “Oh! You’re one of Sumi’s friends. She never stops talking about all the shows you all put on. I hear about it all the time.”

“I’m glad she enjoys them so much,” he says with a chuckle. “My name’s Chrollo, by the way. It’s nice to officially meet you, Y/N.”

You extend a hand to him, offering a handshake. “Nice to meet you too, Chrollo.”

As you both shake hands, the conversation continues, and you press him once more to take the spare jacket. He doesn’t seem to trust easily, but the fact that you’re Sumi’s sister seems to put him at ease enough to accept the offer. You can’t let one of your sister’s friends freeze, after all. In your world, you cherish the small acts of kindness, especially when life is so unforgiving.

When you lead Chrollo into your home, you notice his gaze lingering on Sumi, who’s still fast asleep despite the chilly draft in the room.

“She sleeps like a rock,” you say with a smile, reassuring him. “Don’t worry, we won’t wake her up.”

Chrollo raises an eyebrow, then shifts his attention back to you. “Really? She always seems so happy, so it’s not surprising.”

“She’s always been that way,” you reply, a fondness in your tone. “She’s able to find the bright side of things. I’ve always admired her for that.”

“That’s an admirable trait, but a bit naïve,” he remarks, his eyes scanning the room. “And you, Y/N? Which side do you find yourself on?” His intense gaze meets yours, as if he already knows the answer, as if he’s searching for something more.

You hesitate before answering, taking a moment to collect your thoughts. “While I’d like to see things in the best light, it’s not always something I can afford to do. Life is tough, especially in the city. I’m sure you know that. I guess, if anything, I’m just realistic.”

Your words hang in the air, and you meet his gaze. Life hasn’t been kind, not forgiving, and you’ve learned to take things as they are—even if that means accepting a certain darkness. It’s how you survive. It’s how you cope.

Chrollo watches you as you pull the coat from the cooler you’ve repurposed as a storage bin. You turn to hand it to him, but before you can react, he’s right there, standing so close that you nearly jump in surprise.

“Oh, my—” you start, startled. “You surprised me, Chrollo.”

He chuckles lightly. “My apologies. It wasn’t intentional.” He accepts the jacket with a graceful nod. “Thank you for this.”

You watch him pull the coat on. It’s a bit oversized now, but in a few years, it will fit him perfectly. The jacket is a unique shade of royal purple, with white fur lining the neck and sleeve ends—definitely a one-of-a-kind piece.

“Well, Y/N, I have a search to continue,” he says, turning to leave. But before he pulls the sheet up to shield himself from the cold, he pauses and looks back at you.

“I’m also a realist,” he says, his voice quieter now, almost contemplative. “But there’s something so lovely about dreaming, isn’t there? I look at this life from both spectrums. Sometimes, I even think those dreams we chase so desperately can become our reality—if we push hard enough. Just something to think about.”

With those final words, he leaves before you can respond, disappearing into the night.

You stand there, staring at the door as his words linger in your mind. At first, you feel a sharp irritation. He didn’t ask for your opinion, so why did he offer unsolicited advice? And as for his belief that dreams could be turned into reality with enough force—that seemed utterly delusional, especially for kids like you, or anyone from Metor City. Hell, you’d be lucky just to make it to eighteen.

But something about what he said sticks with you, curling into your thoughts like a stubborn seed. You don’t dwell on it for long. You curl up next to Sumi, trying to shake the thoughts away, and drift into sleep. But as you do, you can’t help but wonder… what if, just for once, he was right?

The next morning, you wake up to the sound of Sumi’s sobs, her distress pulling you from sleep. Instantly, you pull her into a tight hug.

“Shh, Sumi, it’s okay. Tell me what’s wrong. Are you hurt? What happened?” Your voice is steady and calm, a skill you’ve mastered over the years, both as her big sister and in moments of chaos. You’ve always had a knack for calming people in hysteria, and Sumi, in her younger days, gave you plenty of practice.

After a few minutes of reassurance and gentle prodding, she starts to calm down. She looks up at you, her eyes wide and teary, her lip trembling.

“Big sis, it’s… it’s all gone. Our food… our money… it’s all gone,” she says, before breaking into fresh sobs.

At those words, your heart drops. What does she mean? Gone? Your stomach twists with dread.

You pull away from Sumi for a moment, moving quickly to the cooler. There’s no way it could be empty. But when you lift the lid, your breath catches. The cooler is completely bare. All the food and supplies you had gathered for months—some even for years—are gone.

Frantically, you move the cooler aside, only to reveal an empty hole beneath it. The kettle where you kept all your jenny, your coins, your savings—also gone. There’s nothing left.

Panic rises in your chest. How could this happen? Who could have taken everything? Why didn’t you hear anything during the night? Your mind races with a hundred questions, each more frantic than the last. Beneath it all, though, a seething anger begins to bubble. How could anyone do this to kids who had nothing?

But then, Sumi’s sobs break through your clouded thoughts, pulling you back to reality. This is where you need to be the bigger sister. You need to calm her down, to give her the reassurance she needs, even if it means making false promises in the moment.

You pull her into another tight hug, patting her head in an attempt to soothe her. “Shh, Sumi. It’s going to be okay. I’ll figure it out. We’re going to be just fine, I promise.”

Your words, however, don’t seem to help. Sumi’s crying only intensifies, her distress deepening.

“No, Y/N, it’s not! It’s almost winter! I may be younger, but I’m not dumb. I knew it took you almost all year to gather what we had, and that was mostly lucky finds. This is my fault!” she says through ragged sobs, her nose sniffling.

“It’s no one’s fault, Sumi,” you reply, your own voice breaking slightly. You can feel the tears welling in your eyes, but you fight them back, continuing to hold it together. “We’re going to be okay. I’ll figure it out. Everything will be fine, I promise.”

But Sumi, seeing the tears in your eyes, crumbles further. “Big sis, you don’t understand. This is my fault! It was my friends at the play. They took our stuff. I shouldn’t have told Big Sis Sarasa where we live. She must’ve told the others. But I don’t know how—she’s been missing for a few days now!”

Your heart sinks, piecing together exactly what’s happened. It was Chrollo. He and his friends took everything. You allowed yourself to be blinded by the fact that he was another kid, someone you thought you could help. But instead, he took advantage of your kindness.

It takes everything in you to hide your shock. You can’t let Sumi see your own pain and disappointment. Instead, you swallow your anger and fear, and lie to her, thinking that protecting her from the truth is what’s best.

“Sumi,” you say, forcing a smile, trying to sound reassuring, “I bet your friends are just borrowing some food from us. Nothing to worry about. They’ll bring it back soon, okay?”

You can see the doubt in her eyes, but there’s a glimmer of hope there too. That spark—the same one she’s always had—begins to flicker. “Prove it, big sis. How do you know?”

You take a deep breath, hoping the lie doesn’t show in your eyes. “I just know, Sumi. I’ll make sure everything’s okay. I promise.”

Even though she doesn’t fully believe you, the fragile hope in her eyes is enough to make you cling to your own false reassurance. For her sake, you need to keep it together, even if it’s falling apart inside.

After Sumi had calmed down enough to be let go, you stood up, needing some space to think and to get some fresh air. You reached for the jacket you had thrown haphazardly over yourself the night before to stay warm, and as you put it on, a small white note fell from the pocket. Sumi, too absorbed in her tears, hadn’t noticed it before.

You hesitated for a moment, but your curiosity got the best of you. You unfolded the note, already knowing who it was from. It could only be one person—Chrollo.

The note read:

Y/N,I am sure you are angry, and rightfully so. It was nothing personal, of course—just my family needed it more than yours. Take this as a lesson and grow stronger from it. Never trust a stranger, no matter what they look like.Best of luck, and do take care of Sumi. Thanks again for your generosity.

As you read the words over again, the initial shock wore off, and a seething anger filled you. That bastard had taken everything—everything—because he could. And now he had the audacity to call it a lesson.

Your blood boiled. You would find him. You would make him pay.

In the midst of your fury, you didn’t notice Sumi, still sitting on the floor, glance over your shoulder and read the note with wide, curious eyes.

“Big sis? What does it say?” she asked, her head tilted, voice uncertain.

You froze for a moment, her question catching you off guard. Then, your mind raced. You knew Sumi couldn’t read—something that, under normal circumstances, would be a problem. But today, it was a relief. More than anything, you wanted to preserve that spark of joy in her eyes, to keep her from losing that innocence and hope.

With a forced smile, you turned to face her and lied through your teeth.

“Oh, it’s just a letter from your friends. They’re gathering more food and are going to bring it to share with us.”

At your words, Sumi’s face brightened. The sadness left her eyes, and joy returned to her expression as she beamed up at you. “Really, big sis? That’s great!”

You nodded, offering her a reassuring smile, though inside, your mind was still spinning with your plan for revenge. Sumi spent the rest of the day telling you about the shows and how amazing they were. You listened, but your thoughts were elsewhere, planning the next steps, knowing full well that your reality wasn’t one that relied on hopes and miracles. You would have to be ruthless to survive in this world—and you would.

Meteor City – Residential Area, 1995

Years later, you found yourself standing once again among the scraps of Meteor City, holding a small yellow daffodil. You gazed down at the modest grave, an unreadable expression on your face. Deep inside, though, the wound was still open and raw. The stone atop the grave was crudely carved with the name Sumi. Her grave was one of the few places in this wasteland where life seemed to thrive—a small patch of grass and flowers growing amidst the decay.

You offered a faint, sad smile, thinking that even in death, Sumi brought hope and life wherever she was.

Your mind wandered back to that brutal winter in 1984 when you lost your little sister. After the Phantom Troupe stole everything—your food, your money—you were left with nothing. For months, you scavenged, but it was never enough. The freezing nights and lack of food took a toll, and Sumi grew terribly ill. You searched high and low for medicine, anything that could save her, but the world wouldn’t help two poor kids from Meteor City. Every time you tried, you were chased away or kicked out.

As the weeks dragged on, one night Sumi’s fever spiked too high. You held her until she fell asleep, but then you heard it—those final, shallow breaths. That’s when you knew. Your sister was gone.

Now, standing over her grave, you reached into the satchel you carried and pulled out three items: a ticket to a masquerade ball, a key, and new identification papers. These were the tools you’d carefully acquired through a contact to forge a new identity—a whole new life in Yorknew City. They were your tickets to escape Meteor City, to avenge Sumi, and to strike at the heart of the Phantom Troupe. You couldn’t let them know who you truly were.

You had devoted your life to this, to rebuilding yourself and taking them down—especially Chrollo. He was the one responsible for her death. It was all for greed. But that was going to end now.

Looking once more at Sumi’s grave, you made a vow, your voice firm and steady.

“Sumi, I swear I’ll come back once the debt’s been repaid. After all, we’ve got a score to settle.”

With that, you turned away and walked towards the tinted car that waited to take you to the next step in your journey. The road ahead was long, but it was one you would walk with purpose. Chrollo Lucilfer—the leader of the Phantom Troupe—had no idea what was coming for him. You would make him pay, and you would not stop until you did.

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