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nanpecan · 2 months ago

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₊✩‧₊˚once more to see you˚₊✩‧₊ pt 5

{nanami x f!reader}

pt 1. pt 2. pt 3. pt 4.

˚₊✩‧₊summary: You’re a manager at Jujutsu Kaisen and you’ve now had two three extremely intimate encounters with grade 1 sorcerer Nanami Kento. He's confessed his feelings for you, you've spent the night at his place so now its back to work, but not without a quick rendezvous in his office...

˚₊✩‧₊tags: nanami x fem!reader, explicit smut towards the end (mdni), food play...let them eat cake !!

˚₊✩‧₊word count: 7.3k

˚₊✩‧₊author’s note: i really debated only posting the smutty part of this as a one shot but ultimately decided to post the whole thing for the two people that are interested in the story eheh.

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As you opened your eyes the next morning you became aware of just how warm and cozy you felt. You felt safe. Nanami’s chest was pressed against your back, your legs intertwined, and his hand rested on your arm, rubbing soft circles into your skin with his thumb. You turned back to look at him and smiled. You shut your eyes and let out a big groan, you didn’t want to get up. He smiled back and placed a soft kiss on your temple. He shifted and sat up in bed. You turned to watch him stretch. His arms reached far above his head as he moved from one side to the other. You moved a hand his way to poke his lower back. He looked back at you and smiled.

As the two of you got ready for the day, you were silent. You moved in sync with one another. You brushed your teeth side by side, using the toothbrush he had provided you the night before. He had even gone so far as to wash your clothes for you. You lay your clothes out next to his on the bed and you both watched each other get dressed. You smiled as you reached over to help him button up his shirt, and he returned the favor.

It was as if you had always done this, like this was just another morning in a long line of mornings and you had never known anything else. As you finished dressing, you looked back over to him. He was adjusting his sleeves and all that was left was his tie. You approached him and Nanami turned to face you with his flashily patterned tie in his hands. He looked at you expectantly, and you obliged, grabbing the silky fabric and letting your fingers brush against his hand. You bounced on your tiptoes and popped Nanami's collar, slipping the tie around his neck. You grabbed the end of the fabric in each of your hands and pulled him closer, bringing his face to your own.

You smiled as you shook your head. “I wish I could help, but I actually don’t know how to tie a tie.” You frowned and sighed dramatically, “I know, it's grounds to send me packing, but I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. I’m only human after all.”

“I knew you were too good to be true,” he said, raising his head and peering down at you. You felt color rush to your face. What should have been an intimidating expression was now making your heart flutter. “I’ll learn,” you said, pulling him even closer. “And I’ll be so good you won’t ever want anybody else to tie your ties for you. I’ll be the best.” He lowered his face closer to you, now inches apart. “It’ll always have to be me.”

He hummed in agreement as he wrapped his arms around you, hugging you close. “Will you be coming back here after work?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “I should go home, I haven’t been there for two nights now. What will the neighbors think?”

He chuckled. “Would it be too forward to ask if I could...come over?”

You smiled and felt your cheeks burn. “I-”

“You don’t have to say yes, I just thought I’d ask.”

“Usually I would say yes, I’m just…I mean I didn’t leave it in the cleanest state. If you think your place is messy, mine is…I mean it’s not horrible, it's just-”

“I’ll leave it for another time then,” he said smiling, amused at how flustered you were.

“Yes. Eventually. Maybe…tomorrow?” Was that too soon?

He nodded. “I’ll drop you off tonight and pick you up tomorrow morning.”

“Breakfast at mine then?” you offered. Nanami nodded and you smiled back, “Sounds like a date.”

“Finally,” he grumbled as he pulled you into a soft kiss.

Nanami drove you both to Jujutsu High. Neither of you looked forward to being apart again, you wanted to savor the tenderness of this morning. As he parked the car and stepped out to get the door for you, you looked down at your hands. You looked them over. The crease, the lines, the imprints were all the same. Despite everything you were still yourself, but everything felt so different now. You were discovering a whole other side of yourself, and it hadn’t even been a whole four days.

Nanami opened the door and offered you a hand as you stepped out. You both lingered outside of the car before silently walking towards the school entrance, exchanging glances and longing to be back in each other's arms. You both began to speak at the same time.

“Sorry, go ahead,” you said.

“Ah, I was just going to say, I don’t have any off campus duties today, so I’ll be in my office doing paperwork,” he said.

“I need to write my report about yesterday. Which reminds me, I have to stop by the infirmary again to ask Shoko some questions...” You thought about what else was on your plate. “Then I’ll be grading some of the student assignments and I’m also assigned for tutoring duty in the afternoon,” you sighed. “At least that’s what I think I’ll be doing. Something always seems to come up.” He stared silently. “I…I should be off by five, so maybe…I’ll come find you if you’re still in your office.”

He seemed satisfied with this addition. “I’ll be waiting,” the smirk on his face was devilish.

You blushed, OH.

As you walked in opposite directions, you were sure your face must have been red.

“I need to mention using RCT, but I’m not sure what the best way to word it would be... Without giving away how I did it I mean,” you said to Shoko, who was shuffling around the lab.

“Healing yourself and healing others are two very different things. Most high level sorcerers eventually develop the ability to heal themselves. Minor injuries mostly, just enough to get by until real help can arrive. For you to potentially be assigned so I can train you, you have to show that you go beyond that. You healed those two museum workers, but didn’t heal yourself completely.”

“I didn’t heal them so much as just cap off the bleeding,” you muttered.

“There you go, you could describe that. If they ask I’ll confer that you were able to heal yourself and that I’m confident you would be able to heal others.” She finally turned around and looked right at you. “Why did you do that by the way? Heal them but not yourself?”

You thought about it. “When it came down to healing them, the answer to me was pretty clear. I needed to scab over their flesh to tank the bleeding. So when I turned the CE into my own, I used the output to concentrate on hardening the blood and healing the open flesh. I didn’t try to go any deeper. When I healed myself it wasn’t really intentional, it was because there was an excess of CE flowing into me from the curse. I tried to get rid of it by transferring it to the katana that was logged in the curse’s mouth. It ended up fixing the sword somehow and that’s how I was able to kill the curse.” she nodded. “I only stopped myself from healing because I don’t understand where organs go, or how the blood flows, so I was afraid of messing something inside up.”

“What?” Shoko looked confused.

“What?”

“What did you mean you were afraid of messing up your insides?”

You were confused now. “When I go to heal, I visualize what I’m healing. Otherwise I feel like I’m shaping something into a completely useless item. I feel like I need medical knowledge before I’ll be able to heal large internal injuries.”

Shoko still stared at you puzzled. “How do you think RCT works?”

“You turn CE into blood and rush the healing process.”

“Very good, however, I don’t think there is a real need to visualize what needs to be done. If you were to ask Gojo how he does it he’d probably say he does it on instinct. What feels right.” She looked at you seriously. “I only consider the range of the area I'm healing, I don’t focus on the tissue or how it needs to heal specifically.”

“Oh.” You furrowed your brows. “I…I feel like I have to think about it. Otherwise it doesn’t turn out the way I like. My lip for example,” Your fingers went up to touch the scar. “I held it together and imagined the flesh coming together. It worked, I mean my skin fused but it didn’t heal anymore because I didn’t know what to do next.”

Shoko blinked and you saw a burning look of curiosity wash over her now. It made you nervous. “What time are you off of work today?”

“Ah, I need to leave by 5.”

“Oh? Plans with Nanami?” She said cheekily.

You blushed. “Y-yes. I think we’re grabbing dinner. I’m not sure yet.”

“I see,” Shoko was staring at you intensely.

Both of your phones dinged and you were relieved at the break in eye contact. She tsked as she read the message. “Your date might have to wait. Yaga just called for a meeting at 5.”

Shoko asked you to come back tomorrow morning before the work day started. Something about “wanting to see you in action”. You weren’t sure what she meant, but it made you feel a bit uneasy.

The day dragged on and you felt yourself checking your watch every thirty minutes. You hammered away at the copious amounts of paperwork flooding your desk. Grading papers, turning in permits for projects, following up on leads about curses and the like. When it came time for tutoring you weren’t surprised when no one showed up. You could imagine the students had other things on their minds than the novel they had been assigned to read. You just went back to your paperwork. With everything going on, the news of Gojo returning with the Okkotsu kid barely registered in your brain.

A couple of hours later you found yourself sitting at a table in the managers’ break room, reading over writing assignments from the second years. You cringed as you read Hakari’s history report. You had so many questions…mainly why it was only four sentences long and why he had decided to use informal slang.

“You look like you’re reading something unpleasant.” You looked up and saw Nanami standing at the doorway.

You smiled at him dropping the paper down on the table in front of you. “Hakari is a great fighter, one of the most talented students I think I’ve ever seen. However, his writing skills are crap. I feel sorry for whoever has to read his reports in the future.”

Nanami smiled a little. “Have you had lunch?”

You looked at the clock, it was 2. “I haven’t, actually.”

“Eat with me.”

You smiled and nodded. “Okay.”

He pulled out two sandwiches from the cafe, the ones you hadn’t gotten to try. You smiled. “How did you-”

“I have my ways.” He sat down next to you as you moved the paperwork away. “I seem to recall you complaining about not being able to enjoy them. This is my way of apologizing.” He let you pick a sandwich and took the other. You ate silently, just enjoying each other's presence.

“Any crazy missions pop up?” You asked.

He shook his head. “They’re not prioritizing outings right now. All the sorcerers were asked to stay on campus while the Okkotsu boy was brought here. I imagine we’ll learn more about the situation at the meeting.”

“Oh, that’s right.” You tilted your head in curiosity. “Have you seen him? The boy I mean.”

“I have not. Gojo immediately placed him in the talisman room while the elders discuss what to do with him.”

“What do you think is going to happen?”

He was quiet for a bit, thinking. “If I’m being honest…they will likely call for his execution.”

Your stomach dropped. “I see.”

He was silent. “...Does that bother you?”

You frowned, “A little yes,” you looked down at your sandwich. “People are dead because of him, however I feel like there has to be more to the story.” You looked up at Nanami. “Someone that powerful doesn’t just pop up out of nowhere, he’s most likely lived like this for a while and has finally reached a breaking point. He’s just a kid, he doesn’t need to be punished, he needs help.”

“You sound like Gojo.” You made a face at his statement. “Why do you do that whenever I mention Gojo? Most people adore him,” he asked.

“I have a lot of admiration for him, but I don’t get along with the cocky type.” Nanami smiled. “Do you think… he’ll stop the Okkotsu boy’s execution, if they vote for it?”

He didn’t answer. “Wouldn’t you be hesitant to work around a child capable of that much violence?”

You considered it for a second. “Honestly, I don’t know. I like to think everyone deserves a second chance, but then again, I could meet him and not like him at all, in which case I’ll probably regret sticking up for him,” you said laughing a bit. “But until then, I’ll see the best in him.” Nanami stared at you. “What? Was that a stupid answer?”

“You’re a good person.”

You blushed and shook your head, “I think I’m just naive.”

“No. You’ve got a good heart. I hope you stay that way.” You looked at him curiously.

You suddenly noticed Ijichi coming into the break room. He looked at Nanami confused for a second and then at the sandwiches you were eating. He looked at Nanami again, nervously, and opened his mouth to say something when he was interrupted by a familiar voice.

“Nanami~” Satoru came into view of the door frame, singing Nanami’s name as he pat Ijichi’s back. “I’ve been looking for you.” Nanami stiffened and he looked up at Gojo, clearly annoyed.

You bowed your head politely in acknowledgment but didn’t say anything. Gojo inhaled sharply and frowned dramatically. “No sandwich for me? Not even a sweet treat? I see you have a dessert in that bag, you wouldn’t hide that from me right?”

“What do you want?” Nanami said, ignoring him.

“Ugh, I’m exhausted, I don’t even remember. Maybe something sweet will stimulate my mind and I’ll be able to tell you.” Gojo taunted with a smug smile.

Nanami’s jaw clenched. You smiled a little at seeing his reaction. “You should go look for something sweet then, do you need to borrow some coins? Was that what you were going to ask me?”

Gojo frowned. “What are you doing in here anyway? Tired of Ijichi? Trying to butter up another manager to do your bidding?” Gojo walked over and pulled out a chair from the table, flipping it and sitting with his chest to the back of the chair. “Nanamiii, lack of sugar is bad for my brain, you know how I am. Besides,” he turned his head towards you, “it’s not like you particularly like sweets; unless you got it for a special someone?” You felt your cheeks get hot. Gojo smirked, turning back to Nanami looking for a reaction. You glanced at him and he was deadpanned, staring at Gojo.

You laughed and broke the silence. “Let’s just split it up. Ijichi, sit and have some too.”

“I don’t share.” Gojo said, scrunching his nose.

“I don’t either, but I’d hate for you not to feel special to Nanami too.” You said back.

You looked at Nanami and smiled at him. He seemed to relax a little. Gojo frowned again. “I don’t share.” He mumbled again.

“The cake isn’t for you. We’re not sharing anything. What did you want?” Nanami said firmly.

“You’re no fun.” Gojo whined.

Nanami turned to you and handed you the bag with the dessert. “Please enjoy this. Thank you for keeping me company during lunch.” He got up and walked out beckoning Gojo to follow.

“Wow you’re so cool.” Gojo said to Nanami, teasing him on his way out.

You stared at him as he walked out, smiling like a fool.

“May I ask you about what just happened?” You jumped, not having realized Ijichi was still there.

“About what?” You said trying to play it off.

“Are you and Nanami…”

“Ah, no- well yes. I mean we’re not really…I mean…not yet anyways, not officially. We just- it’s…it’s complicated.” You knew you were probably red.

Ijichi was silent and you looked at him waiting for him to say something. He just smiled. “I see.”

“I don’t know why I’m so flustered.” You laughed awkwardly. “Don’t spread this anywhere. It’s still sort of new.”

“Okay.” Ijichi nodded.

You were both silent for a bit. “What do you think about it?”

Ijichi furrowed his brow. “You want to know what I think?”

“I do.”

“Hmmm…” he leaned back slightly. “I don’t really think anything of it. I was a bit surprised at first, but it’s only natural he would eventually talk to you.” He shut his lips to stop himself from saying anything else.

You looked at him. “What do you mean by that?”

“Nothing.” He said a little too quickly.

“Ijichi…” you knew if you pressed him he would tell. Usually you felt bad about how easily he was pushed into revealing information but today it was to your advantage. “What do you know? What did you mean by eventually? Did he talk about me before this week? I didn’t think he knew I even existed.”

“Ah, it’s not really for me to tell.” He was starting to sweat. You stared at him. What did he know? Had Nanami liked you back all this time? Since when? Ijichi stared back with resolve. You narrowed your eyes at him and leaned back in your chair.

“Don’t worry I won’t make you tell me what you know. I’ll get it out of him.” You smiled confidently. You wanted to hear the whole story from Nanami himself. Ijichi relaxed.“Do you think others will be shocked? By us I mean, by me and him, him and I?”

“I don’t see why they would be,” he answered.

You frowned. “That’s no fun.” You were sort of disappointed. “Wait, but why? Because everyone else saw it coming or what?”

“No. Like I said, those that know Nanami could have seen it coming, but,” you made a note on that, “you’re two adults. I don’t think it violates any rules.” He pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his forehead quickly. “Besides, I think you two are more alike than you think.” He turned to you. “And I won’t elaborate.”

The rest of the day felt painfully slow after your lunch. You finished the rest of your tasks around 4pm and decided to head towards the library. The meeting wasn’t for another hour and there were a couple of books you wanted to look over before speaking with Shoko again. There was so much about RCT you didn’t know. You wondered if you could find something that could explain what had happened at the museum. If it truly was taboo, there had to be accounts of a similar situation somewhere, right?

You inhaled deeply as you entered the library. The smell of the old books had always brought you comfort. A lot of your time had been spent here while you were a student. Your first month at the school had been rough to say the least. Yaga recommended you read up on some history and basics to try to catch up with the rest of the students. You did end up learning a lot, but what was book smarts to raw strength? You still got your ass kicked for the next two years.

What little you could find ultimately left you more confused. You found information about cursed spirit manipulation, object manipulation that could feed on the cursed energy of its opponents, but nothing related to reverse curse technique. You looked up at the clock and saw you had about 20 minutes before the meeting.

You began to pick up the books around you to put them back in their designated spots. You put away a couple of other books that were strewn about the tables too.You quickly moved around the library placing the items back on their corresponding shelf. The last book was a bit higher up than you were used to. Who had been reading about clan family histories? You reached up to put the last book away.

“Let me help you with that.” You turned and smiled at Nanami. He took the book from your hand and easily placed it on the top shelf.

“Thank you.” You said. “Do you want to head to the meeting?”

He looked at you but didn’t say a word. He took a step closer to you and you immediately blushed. “We have some time.” You felt your face get hot, and your hands went up to cover your face.

“I’m not sure I healed the succubus’ wound all the way, you’re very…” you tried to find the right words.

“Very what?” He said as he stepped closer, grabbing your wrists to gently move them away from your face. He smiled as you looked up at him.

You laughed and shook your head. You pulled your wrists out of his hands and put them on his shoulders to pull him closer. You wrapped them around his neck as he lowered his face and kissed you. He was so gentle, you felt yourself melt into him as he put a hand on your spine to pull you closer. He pulled back and smiled. You moved your arms under his and pulled him in for a hug, he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. You buried your face into his chest and hummed happily. Embarrassment suddenly flooded over you and you pulled yourself back away from him.

“Sorry,” you muttered.

“Don’t apologize,” he said.

You looked up at him and felt yourself blush again. “I don’t know what it is about you… but you make me feel so safe,” you said. He smiled. “Kissing is nice and all, but,” you shrugged, “I like when you hold me.” You felt embarrassment from head to toe. You couldn’t believe you were actually saying this to him.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He stepped closer to you again and pushed a piece of hair behind your ear. “We should go.”

“Right.” You quickly pulled yourself together, but immediately fell apart the second you looked up at him. “I can’t look you in the eyes, I’m too embarrassed.”

“Don’t be.” He began to walk next to you out of the library. “I’d like to hear more of what you like.” He smirked as he saw your flustered face. “Would you like to come back to my office after the meeting?”

“What for?” you asked innocently. The tips of his ears turned red and you swallowed hard. “Ah, I really should have Shoko look at the area on your neck where that curse got you. I’m really not convinced her spell wore off, but I’ll help you if you need me again I guess,” you teased.

He laughed and shook his head. “I think you’re the one who has me under her spell.” he stopped walking and you turned to look back at him. “I can’t get enough of you.”

Your hands shot up to your face to cover your burning cheeks. You turned and started walking again. “Let’s change the subject. I’m going to be beet red at the meeting.” You heard him let out a breath of laughter. He caught up to you walking by your side again. “What did Gojo want?” You felt Nanami stiffen at the mention of his name. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

“No, it’s fine.” He said as he held the library door open for you. “It was about the Okkotsu boy.”

“Oh?”

“You were right, he was sentenced to death, but Gojo is trying to convince them otherwise.”

“What does that have to do with you?”

“He’s asked Ijichi and I to look into the boy’s past.” You were still confused. “He thinks there might be more to him than meets the eye.”

“Sorry I took him away from you like that.” Gojo appeared out of nowhere as you two approached the meeting room.

“Gojo…” Nanami said low, in a warning tone.

“What? I’m apologizing for lunch.” He turned to you. “He chewed me out for that, he’s so cold,” Gojo pouted, exaggeratedly.

“It’s alright,” you said. “I heard you’re going to try to save the Okkotsu boy.”

“What, ya against it?” Gojo asked.

“No, I think it’s a good thing.”

“She’s the only reason I agreed to help you out,” Nanami said flatly. “If she changes her mind, so will I.”

“Quite an influence she has on you.” Gojo said, he elbowed you playfully. “What did you do to him, huh?”

“I don’t really know,” you answered honestly. You looked at Nanami and smiled. “I’m growing more and more suspicious.”

Nanami smirked and opened the door to the meeting room for you.

“Thank you~” Gojo said, walking in first.

You spotted Araki and went over to sit next to her. Nanami followed and sat next to you. He bowed his head politely to Akari as he sat. She nodded in return. They would get along just fine.

The doors opened and Yaga walked in. The room went silent as he made his way to the front. “Thank you for making time to be here, I’ll make this very brief.” He looked hard at Gojo who was leaning back in his chair in the front row. “The Okkotsu boy has been captured and brought here, as I’m sure you’re all aware.” He took a deep breath and sighed. “The council has generously allowed the boy to live.” The air turned tense. You looked around and saw many of the sorcerers frowning. Gojo had a huge, self-satisfied smile on his face. “He will be starting as a student in April. Gojo will be in charge of him along with the rest of the first years. You are all to treat him as a student.” He said firmly. “If there are any questions or concerns please come speak to me directly.”

“This is bullshit.” One of the sorcerers said.

“As I said, if you have concerns, relay them to me. Now is not the time, this is not an open ended discussion.” Yaga said.

“He killed a sorcerer, how will we treat him like a regular student!”

“Do you want to take him on next?” Gojo said nonchalantly. He didn’t even turn back to look at whoever had spoken. The room went silent again. “If you have concerns you can go to Yaga, but I would prefer it if you came to me. I am taking direct responsibility for the boy after all. Anyone unhappy with my choice can say it to my face.” He stood up and turned back to look at everyone. “Or feel free to take it up with the boy himself, unfortunately I think you’ll find your fate similar to the last sorcerer who challenged him.”

You clenched your jaw. You understood his point but you thought he might have been taking it too far.

“Be strong or shut up. Understood?” Gojo said. Yaga was tense.

“That was all I had to say for the meeting. Stick around if you would like to speak with me.” Yaga began to shuffle his papers as he dismissed everyone.

“That was a little intense,” you watched as the sorcerers began to talk amongst themselves, frowns on their faces.

“I’ll say.” Akari turned to you. “What do you think about all this?”

“I’m for it.” You said. She furrowed her brows.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” You said. She looked like she was thinking deeply. “What?”

“I don’t know what to make of it, but I trust Gojo knows what he’s doing.” She sighed. “If I lose faith in him I’d lose faith in Jujutsu society altogether.”

That’s right Akari would rather die than admit it but she liked Gojo. Him and Ijichi had helped secure her younger brother a spot at the Kyoto school after he graduated middle school.

Akari looked down at her phone and sighed. “It looks like I’m going to be at work until 9 today, but text me when you get home. You have a lot to catch me up on,” she said looking at Nanami.

“Yes, ma’am.” You said. You all headed out to the hallway and Akari took off first. You looked back at Nanami and tilted your head. “So….your office?” Nanami smiled and nodded.

“Afterwards would you like din-”

“Nanami, can we speak to you for a moment.” You saw him grimace before he turned around. You looked to see who was calling him and saw that it was one of the sorcerers that had looked discontent with the announcement. He had a group with him, equally upset.

“He’s friends with Gojo, he's not going to help.” You overheard one of them whisper.

“What would you like to discuss?” Nanami questioned.

“I have a feeling you know.” The sorcerers said sternly. You couldn’t remember his name, he was a bit new.

Nanami furrowed his brows together and turned to you. “Go ahead to my office, I’ll meet you there. You know the way, correct?” he asked. You nodded. “Good.”

He turned and started walking towards the other sorcerers. You started walking again, you could feel your heart beating wildly. In his office? Was this a fantasy of his? You smiled a little, whatever it was, you were happy to indulge.

You stopped by the manager's break room on your way there and picked up the dessert he had gotten for you. You hadn’t eaten it during lunch, maybe you two could share it later. You stepped into the office.

Shutting the door behind you, you looked around. It smelled nice, like wood and books. Everything was pristinely organized on the bookshelves. You looked over at his desk and smiled. Sitting down, you looked at the chair behind the desk and imagined him there. How intimidating, you thought. No wonder Ijichi was always so nervous around him.

You unpacked the dessert and placed it on the desk. It was a single slice of cake, decorated with an intricate lace pattern of pink and white frosting. You frowned as you realized you hadn’t grabbed forks. You checked the bag. None. Damn.

You got up to see if maybe he had some in his desk drawers. You hesitated to open them. It felt wrong to snoop. You shrugged, you were just looking for silverware. It's not like he had anything to hide…You opened a couple of drawers and found various stationary supplies-papers, pens, stamps. You opened one of the upper drawers and saw a picture. Another picture of him as a teenager with the brown haired boy, Haibara, throwing up a peace sign. Nanami had a birthday hat on and looked miserable. You smiled.

Something about Haibara was so familiar to you. You racked your brain trying to remember where you had seen him before. There was just something about his eyes- round, soft, kind.

Suddenly the door opened and you quickly shut the drawer. You turned red as Nanami gave you a curious glance. “Sorry I was just looking for forks. Not that it would make sense for you to have them in here…now that I think about it…”

“Forks? For…?” He questioned. You looked down at the cake on the desk. “Ah, I see.” He closed the door behind him and you heard the click of the lock. You swallowed nervously. “I guess I should ask you what you would like to do next.” He looked up at you. “We could go to dinner…or we could stay here for a while…enjoying each other's company.”

You felt your cheeks grow warm. You looked down at the cake. “Le-Let’s stay and enjoy ourselves first.” Your eyes flicked back up to him. “It would be a shame to let the cake go to waste.” He nodded and began walking over to the desk, coming around it to sit at the chair.

You stood still for a second considering where to move to. You looked at the chair across from you and then back at him. He moved his leg to touch yours and cocked his head. You took the hint and sat on his lap.

You wiggled your way back until your spine was pressed into his chest. You reached over for the cake, shifting your weight and making sure you pushed your ass into his crotch. His hands went to your hips and he pressed his fingers into your skin as you brought the cake up. “This is why I was looking for a fork,” you said, holding up the cake to your faces. “I’m gonna end up sticky,” you said, pouting your lip. You looked around again. “I don’t suppose you have any napkins in here either?” You reached into your pocket for your handkerchief.

He moved his hand off of your hip and caught your wrist. “I can think of another way to clean you up. Don’t worry.” He pulled you back against him, his chin resting on the space between your neck and shoulder. “Go ahead,” he said.

You leaned your head against his as you pinched a piece of the cake between your fingers and placed it in your mouth. You smiled as he suddenly pulled your wrist back towards him and began licking the frosting clean from your fingers. You felt a fire ignite in your stomach. He released your hand and you went to grab another bite of cake. You swiped the frosting in your fingers, and instead of putting the sugar to your mouth you craned your neck to the side and smeared it on your skin. Nanami latched onto your neck instantly, licking at the sweet frosting and sucking slightly. You pushed yourself down on him, rocking your hips back. You quickly swiped some more cake on your neck for him to keep going.

He reached over and fed you some more and you wrapped your lips around his fingers. You grabbed hold of his wrist and kept his hand there, sucking on his digits, swirling your tongue around them. He shifted underneath you trying to accommodate the tent in his pants that had begun to push up on you.

Using his free hand he began pulling the blazer off of your shoulders and then moved his hand forward to undo the buttons on your blouse. He placed his hand over your bra and gently caressed your breast. You moaned. You suddenly got up and sat back on the desk facing him. You finished taking off your shirt and slowly removed your bra. Nanami sat back, entranced as you reached down to take more frosting and spread it from your lips, down your neck and onto your chest. Nanami stood up and nestled himself between your legs. You smiled as he lifted your chin up to meet his gaze. He moved his lips down to kiss you. You kissed him back running your tongue over his, he smiled and tugged on your lip with his teeth.

“You’ve made a mess,” he growled. He began kissing down under your chin, swiping the frosting off of your skin with nipping movements and licking his way down. He placed a kiss on your collarbone, stopping for a moment. You looked down at him and nodded. He smiled coyly and lightly bit your skin. You threw your head back as he continued. He reached your breast and pressed a flat tongue over your skin, licking upward a couple of times before latching onto your nipple.

“Fuck!” you exclaimed. He looked up at you, giving you a warning stare. You had to keep quiet. You laced your fingers in his hair and pushed him towards you, urging him to continue. He brought a hand up to knead your other breast. He ran his tongue around your bud and gently tugged your nipple with his teeth. You whimpered at his touch. He responded by pinching your other nipple between his fingers. You stifled a moan as he moved his other hand down to press between your legs. You rocked your hips forward into his hand. He pulled back, your nipple still between his teeth and he smiled. You laughed. You ran your fingers through his hair and sat up. He let go of your nipple and put both of his hands up to hold your breasts now.

“Soft,” he said, squeezing them lightly. He settled the pillowy flesh in his palms and pinched your nipples between his pointer and middle fingers. You smiled as he stared, transfixed.

“Hard,” you teased as you moved your hand down and touched his dick through his pants. He laughed. He watched silently as you scooted off of the desk and went to your knees. You quickly made work of his belt and pant buttons. You kissed at the skin along his happy trail, pulling down his boxers and immediately wrapping your hand around his erection. He hissed and put his hand in your hair. You looked up at him as you pumped him a couple of times. He furrowed his brows and placed his other hand on the desk to support himself. He was getting close. He bucked his hips into your strokes and moved his hand out of your hair in front of his cock to catch his release. You moved his hand away and placed your lips on his tip as you continued stroking. He let out a whimper as you ran your tongue around him. You took him deeper into your mouth applying pressure with your lips as you pulled back. He grunted and slumped forward. His hand now hovered behind your head, you looked up at his burning red face and you could tell he wanted to take your head and shove it forward. You hummed amused and saw him wince.

You pulled back with a loud plop and smiled up at him. He looked down at you and almost came on the spot. Your lips were glossy, a wetness coated your chin, and a string of saliva still connected the two of you. “Finish in my mouth,” you said, placing a small kiss on his tip. “It’s my turn to taste you.” His hand moved to the back of your head and he rocked his cock against your face. You closed your eyes as he spread the saliva on his dick all over your face. You smiled. His face was focused, his eyes wide as he looked at you in front of him. He was in a state of complete concentration, trembling in anticipation. You moved his dick back towards your mouth and nodded. He began pushing himself into you. You knew there was no way you could have taken all of him, but he watched carefully as you took him as deeply as you could.

Your eyes teared up as you tried not to gag and he pulled back. You began stroking him as you took him in again, once again applying pressure with your lips and swirling your tongue around his sensitive tip. He bucked his hips forward a couple of times. His breaths were becoming more labored and he was grunting slightly. He sped up his pace and you quickened your strokes and applied more suction as you hollowed out your cheeks. He grunted deeply burying his dick in the back of your throat and you felt warm liquid splutter forward. You swallowed around him, drinking in the liquid and he moaned in bliss. You pulled off of him and winced as he continued to come onto your face. You laughed a little and opened your mouth again to catch the rest of his release. You rolled the dense fluid around your tongue taking in the slightly salty taste.

Both of his hands were on the desk now, and he was trying to catch his breath. He looked down at you and smiled, shaking his head. He pulled you back up on the desk. “I’ll take that handkerchief now,” you said, collecting the cum on your face with your fingers. He smirked and wrapped his mouth around your fingers. Your core pulsed. He licked up along your face collecting the rest on his tongue and you lurched forward to kiss him, sucking the fluid from his tongue and tugging at it between your teeth. He kissed a quick peck on your lips before pulling you forward and slipping your pants down your waist. He hastily removed your panties and knelt down, placing your legs on his shoulders.

You laughed and put a finger on his forehead stopping him from moving forward. He looked up at you with desperation in his eyes. You were a bit taken aback. You moved your hand down and caressed his jaw. “Do-Don’t worry about taking your time. I want-” he moved forward immediately, licking a long stripe up your core and rolling your clit in his mouth. You arched your back and laid back on the desk. You put a hand over your mouth as he continued. You writhed beneath his touch and almost yelled out when pressed two fingers into you. He curled his fingers and you whimpered. You lunged forward and dug your fingers into his scalp tugging on the blonde’s hair. “Nanami-” you whispered. The pressure building in your core was becoming more and more intense. “Nanami, fuck-!” He looked up at you with a deadly look in his eye, and slowed the movement of his fingers. You looked down at him and whimpered, “Nanami-” he shook his head. You smiled as you understood.

You laid your head back and pushed your hips up. “Kento….” you said quietly. He started his pace again. “Kento-Kento-FUCK!” You shut your eyes as he attacked your senses. Curling his fingers and twisting as he roughly tugged at your clit in his mouth. A hand flew to your mouth again and you muffled a scream as you finally felt the spring in your stomach snap and relief wash over you. You arched your spine again, pushing his face closer to you as you rode out your high. You collapsed back on the desk, breathing deeply.

You looked up at Nanami who was standing now. He pulled out a handkerchief from his jacket and moved forward to clean your face. He grimaced. “I don’t think I thought this through.” You laughed and grabbed your handkerchief and began cleaning his face.

He reached down and opened a drawer to your left. Forks, spoons, paper plates and napkins. You frowned playfully. “I never said I didn’t have any,” he said.

He grabbed a couple of napkins and continued to clean you up. Helping you slip your panties and pants back on. You tucked his dick back in his boxers and zipped up his pants. You looked over at your shirt and gasped. “Oh no!” you lifted it up and saw the frosting had gotten on it. It was right on the front. You sighed and shrugged. Nanami smiled apologetically. “It’s just a bit of cake.”

“Shall I attempt to lick it off again?” he asked snarkily.

“Oh please, we’ll be here another hour," you laughed as you wrapped your arms around him. "Not that I would mind...."

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pt 1. pt 2. pt 3. pt 4.

˚₊✩‧₊i cant thank all you readers enough for the kind words. i suck at replying but just know that i love you all so so much. i'm so glad theres so many people that love Nanami as much as I do...he's just so...perfect. thanks again -Nana

and HUGE thank you to @zoldsick for always being willing to read my obsessive ramblings. much love Cath<3 big brained things coming from her soon yall are not ready muahahaha

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anonymous-dentist · 9 months ago

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The QSMP fandom has a bit of a problem about reblogging, we know this, and it's absolutely heartbreaking to experience as an artist and writer because like? How else are our creations supposed to spread! We need people to interact with our posts and reblog them so other people can see our art!

But also? People are bad at commenting, and I don't mean that in "Wow, only two words? What a loser!"

Nah, I mean that in the "Why isn't anybody commenting :(" way, and it's especially bad these days. Writers pour hours and days into their writing, and artists pour just as much into their art, but at least artists can sometimes get keysmashes in their activity feed from people who like their art.

What do writers get? A like, if that.

This is how you lose your writers. You forget to cherish them (lol, Suite Life reference anybody?) But, seriously, leaving a comment or an ask or even a tag in a reblog is enough to let writers know that people are reading their work. Otherwise, writers feel like they're writing 5k words for an empty audience, and they lose motivation. They stop writing, and people wonder where they went.

QSMP fandom! Leave comments for your fanfic writers, please! Let them feel the same love the rest of the community feels! We're a wonderful community, we just need to share the love some more! If we don't, we risk losing our artists and writers, and literally nobody wants that

#qsmp #i've been noticing this for a while now #but it's gotten REALLY bad recently #like. REALLY bad and idk why? what did we do to y'all lol #where did you go?

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glossdebut · 1 month ago

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Take a Bite Ch. 6

✧ PAIRING: yoongi x fem!reader

✧ SUMMARY: Your fledgling career as a music journalist is finally going in some kind of direction that must be on the path to success. Your coworkers like you enough to invite you out on Fridays, your boss is starting to think you’re competent enough to let you score a few bylines, and you’re finally getting the hang of InDesign. All of your hard work, late nights, and complete lack of a social life are starting to pay off… Even if it all came at the expense of the longest relationship of your life. Fine. You’ve accepted the fact that romance isn’t for you, under any circumstances. You won’t risk your career for anybody. Not even Min Yoongi.

✧ TAGS: slow burn, eventual smut, eventual romance, producer yoongi, music journalist reader, neighbors to friends to lovers? you’ll see, reader is bad at feelings, reader is post-break up

✧ WARNINGS: um... CLIFFHANGER?

✧ WORDCOUNT: 5.4k

✧ STATUS: complete

✧ AUTHOR’S NOTE: chapter 6 is here early!!! holy shit. this is the second to last chapter of take a bite, so next week's update will wrap everything up! i don't want to give too much away about what happens in this one, but just for reference... um. P.S. i'm sorry in advance. P.P.S. thank you so much tanni @love4myg for beta reading this chapter for me! you saved my wordy ass from publishing so many run-on sentences.

Chapter 6: Y’all Ain’t Never Been To A Party Before?

“Y/N, YOU WHORE!”

So, many things are happening. Holy shit.

First, to your surprise, midnight kimchijeon with Yoongi last night very quickly devolved into more sex.

You had been a little bit anxious while you watched him cook, and even more anxious while you both ate in relative silence, that the weirdness coming off of Yoongi in waves at the mention of Yijeong had effectively killed the vibe. Thankfully, being bent over his kitchen counter and fucked into oblivion did wonders to kill that worry before it fully took root.

It was… You’ve never been fucked quite like that before. Practically drooling onto the marble beneath you as he pounded into you, his hands gripping at your ass, his gravelly voice in your ear, growling “thank me again. You wanna come? Thank me for fucking you like this, come on, show me how much you fucking like it,” and you did. Fuck, he was mean, but you liked it, you liked it so much.

For somebody who very openly prefers to remain completely stationary (and horizontal, if he can help it), Yoongi sure has a fuckton of stamina. So… score.

Second, due to said stamina and your resulting exhaustion following round two, you ended up staying over at Yoongi’s apartment last night. Which was not the plan originally, but both you and Yoongi were unconvinced that you could safely make the journey down the hall back to your own apartment. When the opportunity to crash on a purple mattress presented itself so enticingly, you were powerless to resist.

You both fell asleep very tired and very unclothed, the latter of which probably would’ve resulted in even more sex come morning—sex you were very much looking forward to—if you hadn’t awoken to approximately seven trillion notifications on your phone from Rina, scaring the absolute piss out of you and forcing you to leave a very confused Yoongi to deal with his morning wood all by his lonesome.

It’s around eleven in the morning, the latest you’ve slept in months, when you roll into your own apartment, sleep-mussed and fucked out.

Which brings you to the third thing.

Rina is here. Like, here. In your apartment. Not in Paris.

Breaking the sound barrier with her excitement as she looks you up and down, in all of your walk-of-shame glory.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, your voice still scratchy with sleep. You toss your keys on the closest flat surface to give Rina a very confused hug. You missed her, of course. Terribly so, and that outweighs anything else. But also, what?

“What weren’t you doing here?” Rina quips, squeezing you tight in return. “And please tell me the answer is Yoongi.”

It dawns on you that you and Rina haven’t really spoken since you actually went through with everything, being in different time zones and all. ‘Yoongi invited me to his studio where he produces music and then made me come with his tongue so hard I almost died’ didn’t seem like an announcement to be made over text.

“I don’t think that makes sense,” you mumble into her shoulder before pulling away, sheepish. “But yes, I was at Yoongi’s.”

“Slut,” Rina squeals, her hands latching onto your shoulders and shaking you. “I need to meet him.”

Oh, fuck.

Your eyes widen instantly, slight panic overtaking you as you glance back at your door. You know Rina, and you know that she is not above striding over to Yoongi’s apartment right now and getting a good eyeful for herself.

“Oh my god, Rina, no.” You grab Rina’s hands firmly, pleading. “He’s barely even awake. I promise I’ll tell you every last detail if you don’t do that, holy shit.”

She laughs, pulling her hands away to cross her arms, raising an expectant eyebrow at you. “I’m waiting.”

You sigh, trudging into your kitchen to start a pot of coffee, since you’re clearly going to need it.

“Tell me why you’re in my apartment first,” you say, fishing two mugs out of a cabinet and setting them on the counter. “Not that I mind, but… Paris?”

After the coffee is brewed and doled out, you both move to your couch for a much-needed debriefing of the past few weeks.

Over your steaming mugs, Rina explains to you that she has come to the liberating realization that the show will in fact go on without her.

Her stint in Paris, as fun and fabulous as it was, also made her lonely, and once she was confident the theatre company she was collaborating with would do her work justice without her helicoptering over them, Rina immediately booked the first flight to you.

She plans to stick around for an undetermined period of time, as long as you’ll have her, if you’re okay with that—duh, you tell her with a flick to the forehead—and then go home to her boyfriend for a much-needed hiatus from theatre.

Rina tells you everything about Paris: the sightseeing, the shopping. Her show, the reaction it garnered. In return, you give her all of the gory details about Yoongi. All of them, because she’ll sense it if you leave anything out.

You tell her about the night in his studio, how you deliberated and deliberated until you finally gave in, and how you were rewarded with Yoongi’s head between your thighs, eating you out like a man starved.

You tell her about the horribly inappropriate and ridiculously hot sexting that took place in your open floor plan office, how he described in detail what he was going to do to you when he finally got the chance. You hand your phone over without a fight when she demands to read the messages herself, staring down into your mug as she screeches with delight while reading.

You tell her about last night, how Yoongi made good on all of his promises and then some. How he took his time learning the cues of your body. And about the kimchijeon, because it’s really unfair that Yoongi seems to be good at everything.

Rina whistles lowly, raising an eyebrow at you as she takes a long sip of her coffee.

“Okay, I really need to meet him now,” she says.

“There was a weird moment,” you lament, sinking into the couch. “I might be overthinking—”

“Most likely—��

“But, there was definitely a moment,” you continue, firm. You know what you saw. “I got this killer opportunity at work to write about this producer, and Yoongi knows him, so I asked him to put in a good word for me, and he, like, froze up for a second. I don’t know.”

“Was that before or after he fucked your brains out?”

You snort, mumbling into your coffee as you go for a sip. “Between.”

“Okay, so, he’s probably over it if he went back for seconds,” Rina reasons, shrugging. “Why don’t you just ask him about it?”

You shake your head. “If he’s moved past it, I don’t want to bring it up again and risk popping the sex bubble we’re in,” you say. “You’re right, I’m probably overthinking. Yoongi’s Yoongi. He would’ve said no if he really wasn’t cool with it.”

Rina hums, nodding sagely. “Don’t pop the sex bubble,” she agrees. “It’s your job, anyway. Using your connections. I’m sure he’s dealt with reporters before, being who he is. He probably gets it.”

Your phone buzzes, and you set your mug down to fish it out from between the couch cushions. “Yeah.”

Speak of the devil.

Once you grab hold of your phone, you’re greeted with a text from Yoongi. It seems he’s been busy since your abrupt departure.

[11:58] Yoongi: Spoke to Yijeong. He’s going to be at a label party tonight and he’s down to meet you if you’ll go. I’ll take you.

And then, another.

[11:58] Yoongi: Kind of a fancy thing, though. Cocktail attire. Lmk.

Normally you’d dread everything he’s proposing—uncomfortable shoes at a party where you don’t know a soul wouldn’t be your first choice for a Saturday night—but you find yourself biting your lip to mask the stupid grin forming on your face. You’re getting your interview and there’s a high possibility you’ll get to see Yoongi in a suit? Everything’s coming up Y/N.

You lift your gaze from your phone to Rina, who looks at you expectantly.

“Bring any dresses back with you from Paris?”

★ ★ ★

When Yoongi swings by to pick you up hours later, you’re more than a little grateful you share a dress size with your best friend.

Rina did, in fact, bring dresses back with her from Paris, and the second this particular one slipped onto your body she had no choice but to declare that it was yours.

It’s just your style—black, simple, form-fitting enough that you look fucking good in it, but long enough to wear to what is essentially a work event. Lace detailing on the bodice. A teasing slit up the side. And it’s from Paris, and while you don’t particularly love the French for much, they can make a damn garment. Yeah, you want to be buried in this dress.

Yoongi leans against the door jamb, not the slightest bit subtle as his eyes rake over you. You smirk to yourself as you bend down to get your heels on.

“Pretty dress,” he says, though his tone does little to mask what he’s really thinking. Fuck the party. Under any other circumstances, you’d agree, but duty calls.

“It’s hers,” you say, standing upright and jerking your chin back in Rina’s direction. Rina, who is lingering in your kitchen, very obviously exercising all of her restraint not to crowd Yoongi right now and inspect him like a toy.

“It’s yours,” she corrects, gritting the words out. Good thing you made her promise to be normal.

You take a moment to look at Yoongi, who, to your delight, is wearing a suit. Black, like your dress. What a pair the two of you make.

“You clean up nice,” you say, drinking in the sight of him just as shamelessly as he did to you. Letting your eyes speak for you.

The suit is simple, also like your dress, but the long lines accentuate his legs, making him look taller. Crisp white shirt. Black tie. Hair styled out of his face. He looks good, and he knows it. You can tell in the way he’s carrying himself.

Yoongi hums, smirking. “So I’ve heard.” He glances behind you, at Rina, and then back at you. “The playwright? Rina?”

You nod, surprised that he was able to recall her name.

He looks back at Rina, smiling at her. “How was Paris?”

The memory on this man.

“Great,” Rina says tightly. You’re almost proud of her.

“I’m Yoongi,” he says, eyebrow raising at the weird tension wafting from your kitchen.

“I’ve heard so much about you,” she says emphatically, and you snort.

“Ah.” You note that the tips of Yoongi’s ears are pink. Yours would be too, if you were in a room with two people who discussed the way you fuck in-depth. “Good things, I hope.”

“Ready to go?” you chirp as you grab your bag, taking pity on Rina. Any more and she’ll snap, you’re sure of it.

Yoongi nods and steps back into the hallway, allowing you to slip out the door.

“Nice to meet you,” he calls to Rina as you shut the door, and then you’re both moving.

★ ★ ★

The ride to the party itself is uneventful. Although you’re giddy at the confirmation that the sex bubble has indeed remained unpopped, the second you’re seated in Yoongi’s car you shift into work mode.

The tiny notepad you’d stuffed in your bag is now clutched in your hand, and the near silence in the car is only interrupted with the occasional question or clarification on something you’ve jotted down in your research on Yijeong. Yoongi answers to the best of his knowledge, supplementing where he can, but it’s clear you’ve done your due diligence. You’re ready.

Yoongi’s car comes to a crawl, and you peer out the window at the outrageous mansion he’s brought you to. You’d barely been paying attention when he’d stopped at the gate to give his name for entry, but now that you’re here, you’re struck by the luxury that awaits you on the other side of the passenger door.

A huge, freshly manicured lawn. Equally manicured shrubbery. A neon-lit fountain in the middle of the driveway, right in front of the imposing entryway to the biggest house you’ve ever seen in person. Modern, sleek architecture composing the monolith before you.

Yoongi hops out of the car to walk around to the passenger side and open the door for you. He helps you out, steadying you as your heels connect with the gravel beneath you.

The house is clearly bustling with people, music seeping out into the night as partygoers filter in and out, as others gather on the balconies (plural!) for cigarettes.

“Whose party is this?” you ask, amazed as Yoongi hands his keys off to the valet—a valet, at somebody’s home.

“Bang Si-Hyuk,” Yoongi says as he watches his car depart without him, clearly not sharing your amazement. Right, you remind yourself. He’s used to this kind of thing. You, however, feel horribly out of your element, even in your Parisian dress.

He offers you his arm and you take it, staring down at your feet as you walk through the gravel so as not to twist your ankle. You can do this. Networking opportunities galore.

The doors to Bang Si-Hyuk’s mansion are opened for the both of you by the two men flanking it, revealing the party unfolding inside. You gawk, clutching your bag and the notebook inside of it, as Yoongi takes your free hand. He gives it a small squeeze before guiding you past the foyer, past clusters of celebrities and executives, caterers balancing trays of tiny hors d'oeuvres, all the way to the bar.

When prompted, Yoongi, predictably, orders an old fashioned. You opt for a vodka martini, something to quell the nerves mounting inside of you. You’ve come a long way from plastic cups of cheap beer at a Western bar, it seems.

The bartender procures your drinks, sliding them over to the both of you on cocktail napkins, and Yoongi clinks his glass against yours.

“You look like you’re going to shit yourself,” he says, grinning into his glass and taking a swig.

“I hate you,” you mumble in kind, letting the vodka warm your throat as you take a sip of your own. “Remind me again why you live in our apartment complex?”

“Because I’m not Bang Si-Hyuk,” he says simply, setting his drink down as a woman with long, sleek hair in a slinky dress approaches the both of you, though her eyes are focused on Yoongi.

She’s gorgeous. You recognize her, but your memory fails you as you come up short on her name.

“Min Yoongi, as I live and breathe,” she says with a dazzling grin as Yoongi extends his arm out to clasp her hand. She takes hold of his easily and doesn’t let go as she continues speaking in a familiar tone. Hm. “What a surprise.”

“Noona,” Yoongi says, mouth quirking up at the corners as he turns his head to you, his hand still clasped in hers. “Y/N, this is Shin Suran.”

Suran like the singer, your brain helpfully pieces together. You’ve heard her songs on the radio before, read about her in Look Here long before you started. She had a single years back that charted like crazy, a single that you personally own. She’s done a song with Dean before. And she seems to know Yoongi very well, based on the way she’s still touching him. Something stirs in your gut.

Suran’s attention finally turns towards you, her hand leaving Yoongi’s at last as she reaches out to shake yours. You set your glass down on the bar behind you, wipe the condensation off on your dress as discreetly as you can.

“Y/N,” she says, tilting her head at you as you take her offered hand and shake. “It’s lovely to meet you.”

“You as well. I loved ‘Wine,’” you respond, politely extricating your hand to pick up your glass and take another sip of your drink. It’s true, you did love ‘Wine’ when it came out, and despite your distaste for this interaction in general, Suran is supremely talented, there’s no denying it. Not to mention a potential connection for you, thanks to Yoongi.

Suran laughs, her eyes crinkling in the corners. “I appreciate that,” she says warmly before glancing at Yoongi. “Although, that song wouldn’t have existed if it weren’t for Yoongi-yah.”

…Huh?

It clicks then, your brain coming online in an instant.

Yoongi, your Yoongi—the one who lives down the hall from you, who sends you cat videos while you’re at work, who calls you baby when he fucks you—is Suga. 2017 Hot Trend Award winner Suga. Over one hundred KOMCA credits to his name Suga. That he’s not just your Yoongi, but very likely one of the most famous people in this room. That he might’ve been Suran’s Yoongi, too, at one point.

You’d known that he was famous, sure. You’d been to his studio, seen the awards on the wall, although you’d been to preoccupied with wanting to fuck him to actually read them. His studio setup alone told you that he had money, not to mention the paid driver he sent you, the small flashes of luxury in his otherwise humble apartment. But this…

You realize, to add insult to injury, that the song filtering through the speakers right now is his.

“Noona,” Yoongi says, his eyes locked on you as he speaks, although you sure as hell aren’t his noona. “We’ll catch up with you later.”

You barely catch their goodbyes, picking up your martini to stare into as Suran departs.

“Y/N,” Yoongi says softly.

“You didn’t tell me you were Suga.”

The name feels weighty on your tongue. You don’t know why it bothers you so much, that you didn’t know. That he didn’t tell you outright. But it does.

Yoongi shifts from one foot to the other awkwardly, his body stiff next to yours.

“You didn’t ask,” he mumbles. “It’s not like I was hiding it from you.”

“Seems like the kind of thing to lead with,” you mumble back, taking a long swig, letting the alcohol burn on its way down.

“Yeah, I don’t make a habit of doing that,” he says. You lift your head to look at him at the bitter tone in his voice, trying to decipher the look on his face, but you’re at a loss. You’re beginning to realize just how little you know about your neighbor. Your friend. Your… Well, he’s more than that now, isn’t he?

How many details about Yoongi have you let slip from your memory, while he seems to hold on to every little thing he learns about you?

He polishes off his drink and sets his glass down, pulling his phone from his back pocket to send off a text, not looking up from the screen as he speaks. “Ready to meet Yijeong?”

You sigh, suddenly right back where you were last night when you asked him about Yijeong in the first place, but you nod. “Yeah.”

At the responding buzz, Yoongi pockets his phone and wordlessly leads you through the party. You ignore the way your hand in his feels more like a necessary evil this time around.

★ ★ ★

Jang Yijeong is remarkably handsome, tall and lithe in his suit as he puffs on a cigarette. Meeting him isn’t nearly as nerve wracking as you’d thought, although you’re sure you have Yoongi to thank for that.

As soon as you step foot on the balcony, your brain shifts back into work mode with little effort. You watch as Yoongi and Yijeong greet each other with a hug, which you didn’t expect, and they immediately fall into a rapport that can only come from years of familiarity. Yoongi said he knew Yijeong, but he conveniently left out the fact that they’re, like, besties or something. They’re getting a little annoying, these omissions of Yoongi’s.

Mercifully, Yoongi seems eager to get out of your way as soon as possible. According to Yijeong, he and Yoongi have been working closely for the past month, so he’s kind of sick of looking at his face anyway.

After a muttered, almost fond ‘go fuck yourself’ from Yoongi, he’s leaving you in Yijeong’s care, both of you sitting on the patio furniture kindly provided by Bang Si-Hyuk on the balcony.

“So,” your interviewee starts, taking a drag from his cigarette. “You must be pretty special, getting Yoongi-yah to make an appearance at one of these things.” He gestures at the fanfare through the balcony doors with his free hand.

“I’m not here to talk about me,” you say shyly, balancing your notepad on your knee as you set your phone to record and slide it onto the table between you, next to an ornate ashtray. “I’m here to talk about you.”

“Very nice,” Yijeong hums, amused. “I’m serious, though. I’ve been going to these since I debuted. Album release parties, award ceremonies, anything I could get an invite to. But I haven’t seen Yoongi at one in years. He hates this shit.”

“When I made the switch to producing, I practically begged him to come out of hiding and be my plus-one. He’s been producing for way longer. He knows the people at these things, knows how to work them if he has to,” he continues. “Yoongi and I have been friends for a long time. He’s practically my brother. But I couldn’t get him to say yes.”

Nothing about that tracks. Yoongi and Yijeong, if your math is mathing correctly, have known each other for the better part of a decade. You’ve only known Yoongi for a month and a half. If he’s as much of a hermit as Yijeong insists, why would he do this for you if Yijeong couldn’t get him to budge?

You think about Suran and how surprised she seemed to see Yoongi. You think about the text you got this afternoon, how he didn’t give any indication that going to this party was outside of his comfort zone. Another omission, except this time you don’t feel annoyance, but something else entirely. Something you don’t dare name. You shift in your seat.

“I’m just saying,” he says warmly, ashing his cigarette in the tray between you, meeting your eyes. “You must be special.”

You don’t know what to say in response, and you know it shows. Yijeong laughs at whatever expression he finds on your face, warmth blooming in your cheeks as your eyes burn holes in the notepad on your knee.

“Okay, okay,” he says, grinning and raising his hands up in surrender. “Do your worst. It’s been a few years since I’ve done this, so I might be a little rusty. But for you, mystery girl, I’m an open book.”

Yijeong speaks to you like an old friend. He tells you about how he fell in love with singing in the fourth grade, when he sang ‘Azalea’ by Maya in front of the eommas and appas of his peers and got a taste of what it’s like to sing for an audience. He opens up to you about losing control of his own voice during his career as an idol, how he didn’t know what was wrong, was wracked with fear over it.

He tells you about becoming friends with Yoongi, about being taken under his wing to learn a whole new skill and take a new direction with his career. How Yoongi opened a door for him that he didn’t even know existed. You learn that Yijeong has been collaborating with Yoongi for years now without drawing too much attention to it, but now that he can stand alone, he’s ready to step back into the limelight as EL CAPITXN.

You get so enraptured in the conversation, dutifully scribbling notes and asking follow-up questions, that you barely notice that over half an hour has passed by.

“Y/N,” Yijeong says, smiling at you as he wraps up his answer to your last question. You don’t know how to explain it, but it makes so much sense to you that this man is Yoongi’s friend. Maybe it’s the warmth in his voice. “You should probably go rescue Yoongi-yah from those leeches inside.”

“Yeah,” you agree, biting back a smile at the thought of Yoongi braving rookie idols and sleazy executives, trying to find a wall to hug while he waits. For you. He’s doing this for your career, for you. “It was lovely to meet you, Yijeong.”

“The pleasure was all mine,” Yijeong insists, watching you knowingly as you pack up your notepad and pen, moving to stand. “Y/N-ah,” he calls, making you pause at the balcony door. “Treat him well, okay?”

Something that you’ve been ignoring for a long time unfurls in your chest.

“I will,” you promise softly.

You push the balcony door open, your heartbeat thrumming in your ears as you make your way back to the bar. You will rescue Yoongi, want nothing more than to be with him again, but you need the liquid courage now more than ever.

Here’s what you know: You have spent the last three years terrified of falling. Starving yourself from the full breadth of friendship, of intimacy, of love, because of what happened the last time you let yourself have it. You’ve convinced yourself that any man that claims interest in you would do the same in the long run, that being career-driven is a deterrent to love and nobody will ever accept you for who you are.

But you also know this: Yoongi sees you. He understands you. Unlike your ex, he doesn’t feel hurt when you disappear for days on end, lost in your work, because he’s very likely doing the same. And yet he still finds time to read everything that gets published under your name. He offers his studio as a safe haven for you to write when the words stop flowing in your own office. He goes to parties he’d normally rather die than attend just so you can get an interview, because it’s important to you.

You don’t want to starve anymore. Min Yoongi has been staring you in the face for the past month and a half, offering you everything you’ve been scared of since your ex left you three years ago, all alone in a strange city. Offering you all of his support and kindness and closeness like a filling meal. And for the first time in a very long time, you want to try and take a bite.

Terrifyingly, you really, really fucking like him. Not just as a friend.

You finish your martini quickly before weaving through the crowd to find Yoongi. And you do, leaning against the furthest wall. Drink in hand, just like the night you met.

When you approach, he lifts his head and your heart soars when your eyes meet.

“Ready to go?” he asks, none the wiser to your sudden change of heart.

“Yeah,” you breathe. “Yeah, let’s go.”

★ ★ ★

You barely make it into your shared hallway before you’re on Yoongi, your body pressing against his and your arms looped around his neck as you pull him into a searing kiss. He tastes like whiskey, and normally you’d hate that, but it tastes all the more sweet because it’s on Yoongi’s lips.

It’s so different, now that you’re allowing yourself to really feel it. You fit together so perfectly. His lips feel so right on yours. How could you have been so blind before?

You expect Yoongi to press you against the wall, or slide his hands up the skirt of your dress, or groan your name into your mouth like he can’t get enough of you. You know you can’t get enough of him. In his suit, waiting to be unwrapped like a present.

You want Yoongi to do those things, desperately. You want to pay attention properly this time, you want not to shy away from the intimacy of it all. You want whispered praise in your ear, eye contact while he fucks you, his lips on yours and his stilted moan as he spills inside of you. You want the softness that comes after, for him to clean you up with care and wrap you in his arms. You want to sleep in his bed for a reason other than exhaustion.

But instead, Yoongi pulls away, grasping your shoulders gently as he creates distance between you. You look up at him, confused.

“Rina’s probably waiting for you,” he says.

“I promise you, she’s not,” you snort. Rina knows better than to expect you home before morning at the earliest. You surge forward, leaning up to chase his lips again, but he remains out of reach.

“Y/N…” Conflicted.

Right. Of course, duh! You’re getting ahead of yourself.

You forgot, in the haze of your epiphany, that your last conversation with Yoongi didn’t exactly bode well for your sex bubble. You need to set the record straight, then.

“Yoongi, if this is about earlier… the Suga thing,” you start, leaning in to pepper kisses down his neck, your fingers coming up to fiddle with his tie, loosening it. “I’m not mad, okay?”

Yoongi shakes his head, running his hand through his hair. “No, I just…” He trails off, sighing. “Maybe this wasn’t a good idea, Y/N. The friends with benefits thing.”

You freeze.

Dread fills you instantly, replacing all of the warmth that had been inhabiting your body just moments before.

Why now? What’s changed? You know what’s changed for you, but it can’t be the same for him if he’s pulling away from you like this.

Yoongi gently removes your hand from his tie, takes a step back from you. Crushes all of your hope with his next words.

“I just don’t know if I can do this with you.”

With you.

“Oh,” you breathe. You feel like you’re going to cry. The beginnings of tears are already welling up in your eyes, and you do your best to blink them away.

“I’m sorry.”

You shake your head. “Don’t be,” you say, forcing your expression to remain neutral. “I appreciate your honesty.”

“I still want to be your friend, Y/N,” Yoongi says, his voice pained, like he can see right through you. You wish he’d stop. “Please.”

“Yeah,” you say, your own voice breaking just a little. You don’t want to cry in front of him. Fuck that. “I’m gonna go home. See you.”

Before he has a chance to say anything else, you’re speedwalking to your apartment, fishing your keys out hurriedly to unlock it and rush in.

Once you’re inside, you lean back against the door, sliding down until you’re sitting on the floor. It feels so similar to the night you met him—running away from him in the hallway, feeling like you can’t breathe once you’re on the other side of the door. Too bad it’s so, so different.

At the sound of the door, Rina comes out from your bedroom, Pepper in tow.

“Y/N? Is that you? I thought for sure you’d be getting dicked down right about n—” You watch her stop in her tracks at the sight of you, her expression laden with concern. “Y/N? What’s wrong?”

“There are strings,” you sniffle, looking up at your best friend with watery eyes. “And it’s my fault.”

“Oh, Y/N,” Rina breathes, setting Pepper down and immediately joining you on the floor, wrapping her arms around you.

Your mind flashes back to three years ago, in a position not all that different from this one. But that was for a relationship, one that lasted years. One that you foolishly assumed was heading for marriage. Why does this hurt just as much? Why did Yoongi nestle himself into the softest, most vulnerable parts of you just to rip himself away at the last second?

You finally allow yourself to cry.

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Grinding In The Garden

Pairing: Reader x Oliver Quick

Warnings: NSFW 18+ MDNI, there is sex in this and that’s it, minor fingering, minor spanking, unprotected sex, sex in a garden, public sex, dirty talk

Summary: Oliver wants to take you for a stroll around the garden, and of course he’s got another idea in mind

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Hall Of Hunks

"Ollie what if someone walks by?"

Whimpering to Oliver as he tugged your pants down to your ankles. The cool air breezing over your exposed core. It felt like your heart was racing a million beats per second. Your stomach was in knots at the thought of getting caught.

"Then we give them a real show." He jokingly said his focus solely on your naked lower half.

Tugging on himself as he licked his fingers and rubbed them over your folds. Body jolting at how cold his fingers were, and goosebumps appearing on your skin. His touch was gentle but boy did it have an affect on you.

The thought of maybe Felix or Venetia walking by and seeing what's happening did kind of turn you on a little bit. If anything it's what you and Oliver secretly wanted to happen.

"Someone seems to like that idea." It was like he was reading your mind.

"I can see that cunt glistening for me." Licking his lips at how wet you really were.

Pushing two of his fingers inside of you making you gasp as you turned your head to the side to catch a better look at him. Bending your back a little more as you spread your legs as far as they could go. The sounds of your wetness every time he plunged his fingers back in echoing in your ears.

"Ollie please." Begging him to hurry up so you could feel him.

"Look at you so desperate. About to be fucked in the gardens like the greedy little whore you are." His words sounded cruel but he said them with such sensuality.

Oliver wanted to take you on a walk through the gardens at the Saltburn estate, and you should have figured he would also have something else in mind. Randomly confessing to you that he's always wanted to do it where anybody could see. He could never keep his hands off you.

"Are you ready for me sweetheart?" Cocking his head at you as he curled his fingers up your core clenching tight around his digits.

"Yes."

A hand coming down on your cheek making you jolt in surprise realizing those weren't the exact words he wanted to hear. He had a certain way he wanted you to address him sometimes.

"Yes, sir."

"That's a good girl for me." Pulling his fingers out your juices coating them feeling the wetness on your hip as he gripped your flesh. "Always a good girl for me."

Bending his knees as he spread your cheeks apart so he could push his cock towards your entrance. Your hands gripping onto the tree that you were currently bent over. Parting your mouth as you felt him slowly slide inside of you. Stretching you out as your cunt swallowed him whole.

"Oh fuck this feels too good."

Groaning to himself as he clenched his jaw to refrain from cumming too soon. Feeling your slowly stretch around his length. He wanted to enjoy this.

"Keepin that cunt nice and tight for me."

"Ollie please move." Whining as you wiggled your hips back and forth hoping he caught the silent demand.

"Anything for my girl." Pulling his cock almost all the way out before slamming back in you loud moans leaving your lips.

"Like that sweetheart?"

"Mhm fuck yes." Mumbled through your teeth biting your bottom lip.

Oliver was amazed at how well you could take him. Watching the way that your walls gripped him almost like you didn't want him to leave. His cock disappearing as you swallowed him whole.

"God look at you." He teased as he watched you back your hips to meet his thrusts. "Taking my cock like this when anyone could see."

Nails digging into the tree bark as his cock was so deep inside you could feel him in your stomach. Your lower stomach bulging leaning your head down just barely enough to see his cock pounding into you. Closing your eyes as your body moved back and forth from the powerful force of his thrusting.

It was eerily silent where you two were except every once in a while you heard crickets chirping or something. The only sounds you could really hear was your moaning and yours and Oliver's skin slapping against one another.

"You're doin so good for me darling." His voice a gentle praise of acknowledgment.

Oliver could tell you were getting closer the tighter you were squeezing his cock. He wasn't far behind you, and wanted to feel his sweet release when you did. Strained groans and grunts slipping past his lips as he looked from where you two were connected to trying to get a glimpse of your face.

"Oh god I'm there Ollie." Backing your hips into his thrusts to feel more.

"Fuck let me feel that tight little cunt cum around my cock." Pushing deep inside you with a sharp thrust a scream leaving your mouth.

That familiar coil forming in the pit of your stomach as you blinked away a tear. Oliver leaned forward to kiss your shoulder tenderly then nibbling softly on your skin as you whimpered at the sensation.

Oliver's face was spanked red as sweat dripped down the side of his face. Hands grasping your cheeks squeezing the flesh between his fingers so badly wanting to take a bite. Oliver was obsessed with how you felt around him, and he could live inside you if he had the choice.

"Fuck me that's it." Oliver growled into your ear like a wild animal.

That clearly set you off as your body tightened and legs nearly gave out. The air had left your lungs for a brief second taking a huge inhale then exhaling. Thank god Oliver was holding you otherwise you would have collapsed to the dirt ground.

"Mmmm my god." Crying out into the air as your walls squeezed him like a vine.

Your orgasm smacking you in the face as your entire body felt like it was on fire. Squeezing your eyes shut as your body trembled, and your head was spinning so fast you felt like you were floating in the air.

Oliver groaning and panting above you as his cock twitched feeling warmth spreading inside of you. If it wasn't for him holding onto you your body would have collapsed to the ground.

Your arms shaking as you tried to steadily catch your breath. Taking small breaths as you tried to come down from such an intense orgasm.

"We gotta go on walks like that more often." Oliver joked as he smacked your ass a genuine laugh bellowing out of your stomach.

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caparrucia · 2 months ago

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I read your post about the Dead Dove Do Not Eat tag, and how you think people should take more responsibility for their own experience in the fandom sphere, and I very much agree with the points you raised. I just have a question regarding this one:

" "But what if I read something that wasn't tagged X?" Well, that's very unfortunate for you, but if it is genuinely that upsetting, you have a responsibility to yourself to only browse things explicitly tagged to not include X."

So, when I'm writing fanfics, and putting them on Ao3, should I tag their lack of things they don't include? Like, none of my fics include self harm, because I'm not willing to read it and even less willing to write it, should I put "#no self harm" in there, for people who have a worse reaction to it than I do and are following your advice?

Not asking "is it a moral imperative" because I know it isn't, but is it something you think would actually help anybody?

So, let's talk about context, because like all great spats in Fandom, this is about context.

Tags are contextual. They're flags that are trying to bring a specific demographic to your fic. Or, conversely, keep a certain demographic away from your fic. Tags are also never comprehensive. It is impossible to tag a fic comprehensively, because there will always be more tags. You can tag for the food that appears, the clothes, the political framework taken for granted. You can tag for gender or sexuality of the characters, even if the story is not about that per se. (See the large number of people annoyed when you write trans characters in stories and don't advertise it widely, despite their genital configuration having anything to do with the story at hand. Hi, Pokemon fandom. No, I will never forgive you the harassment and transphobia.)

The wording in the post, I acknowledge, might appear very dramatic at first glance. But that's because it's responding to a very dramatic, very aggressive statement. The way that certain people weaponize their trauma to try and shut down art they do not like. "This triggered me!" Is a really shitty comment to get, as a writer. Because it's usually a trap. If you extend sympathy, you will quickly find that the person yelling at you about this doesn't want platitudes or commiseration or actual resources to manage their triggers. They want you to take your fic down and remove it from the world, because "it triggered them." They want to treat your fic like a dog with rabbies: putting it down is the only conceivable solution, and no amount of polite rebukes (or, let's face it, annoyed snarking) will get you anywhere. They are not having a conversation with you. They have deemed you responsible for doing them harm (your work triggered them, therefore you, personally, set out to trigger them) and they're not willing to take anything less but the obliteration of your work as restitution.

The response "lol, that's a you problem, if it's so bad, you have a personal responsibility to not read anything that isn't explicitly stated to not include the thing that triggers you" is very mean. I acknowledge that. But it's not a response that comes from community, it's a response that aims to communicate clearly and concisely that you're not available to entertain any kind of overwrought nonsense and that you're not available to be emotionally blackmailed into removing your work from circulation.

Triggers are like allergies. The people that have them have to manage them to their best of their ability, and the people who don't have those triggers could stand to do more to be accommodating, for sure. Current tag culture is in fact the result of years upon years of the Wild West Internet that us old farts are constantly talking about. See, in the old internet, there was no social expectation for tagging. You got a title, you got a rating (not always!), sometimes you got a pairing. Anything else was a roulette. Like literally anything. I used to be in FMA fandom way back before AO3 and tag culture was a thing and let me tell you, the amount of times I ended up mid-incest fic because the initial premise sounded like a cute brothers bonding scenario? More than once. There was no tag for incest. Someone threw a fic into an IRC channel with a generic "this one was good!" and it could be ANYTHING. Literally anything!

Here's where I disagree with a lot of The Olds who whine about The Old Days: the Old Days way of doing fic? Awful. Shitty. Traumatizing, legitimately. I love tag culture. I think tag culture is one of the nicest, most amazing things we as a fandom have come together to do. It gives so much freedom for the author to choose how much they want to spoil/warn form, and it also gives readers so much freedom of choice! It's a great system! Not a perfect one. No system is perfect. But it's a great compromise. I don't think people understand how utterly revolutionary the Archive Warnings are, in AO3. Just narrowing it down to those four! (Underage, Non-Con, Graphic Violence and Character death, for those uninitiated, as well as the opt out of Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings.) This system allows the most widespread triggers and preferences to be respected. If you don't like fic about people under 18 doing anything relationship related? Slap that Underage and the Choose Not To Warn archive warning in your exclude options and you're good. Same for non-con. Or Character death! The way the Archive is setup, this guarantees you will not see fic with that.

That's revolutionary! It's great! We should hype it more.

This is one of the reasons why I'm so testy about the Dead Dove tag. I know the ship has sailed, the tag has changed meaning and it is a completely different function now, than when it started. (This is also why I don't respond to the handful of people who insist that my history is wrong and the tag is useful actually! They're missing the point of the post and also I was there when the tag first came about. I'm in the reblogs of the original post.) The problem with Dead Dove is not itself, but that its a symptom of people - most commonly antis, but really, this isn't a group-specific behavior, stupidity is policy neutral - using tags not to find fic to read or to filter out fic they don't want to read, and instead using them to find people to harass. That endangers the whole system, because people stop using understandable, straightforward tags for their stuff and instead start making convoluted spaghetti tags that only make sense in-group to try and avoid getting caught in the harassment campaign. And that sucks! That kind of behavior should be publicized and blacklisted in fandom. Ostracize people who try to misuse categorization tools as weapons of abuse, and endanger the entire system in the process. Fuck them.

To your point, should you add "no self-harm" to your fic? I don't know! I don't know your fic. Does it make sense for you to add it? Do the rest of the tags in your fic paint a picture that might require that clarification? I think the underlying conversation is that people who fearmonger about their triggers and try to use their trauma to bully strangers on the internet are really very stupid. Most stories don't include a tag about self-harm because most stories don't include any self-harm at all. Same with sexual acts. Or crimes. Tags highlight content that might be expected based on the culture the fic is coming from. If you write fic for the alien incest show (Trigun) and your fic somehow doesn't have any aliens or incest in it, it would be worthwhile to tag it for it. Just because people might expect it! Or if you're writing about depression and spiraling and mental health crisis for a character but very specifically not about self-harm? Yeah, that'd make sense to highlight that.

Ultimately, as the author, you get to choose the tags you put in, and in doing so, you choose the audience you're targeting. This is where the triggers as allergies metaphor breaks though. Fanfic is not a necessity. It's a privilege. It's a gift writers give their fandom and no one in their fandom is entitled to it. That's why tags are optional. That's why you can still rawdog fic the way we used to, and read through "Chose not to warn" And all the stories that have a fandom and a pairing and a rating, and then nothing else. No one's life is being endangered, if they don't get to read any given fic. Does it suck to be excluded in a community space? Sure! But it's not life or death and treating it like such is the source of much of the headaches around this.

Fanfic is a gift. If you have very bad triggers, you have a responsibility to yourself to only accept gifts that are explicitly for you (tagged around your personal triggers). You can always ask, but an author is always entitled to decline to tag their work. And they're not being an asshole for it. Social media has poisoned people into seeing any interaction as a you vs them situation, but the truth is people are just trying to vibe.

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bullet-prooflove · 3 months ago

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Firewood: Lee Dutton x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @queenslandlover-93 @newyorkrican922 @bryandechartisasmolbean @lovethis-lovethat @goblinenby @foxfables @solar-raccoon

Companion piece to

Wild Bloom

A Boy from Bozeman

The Worry Doll

Wild Fire

Experiance (NSFW)

Blind Date

Lee’s chopping wood when you pull up outside the farmhouse. He’s wearing those old Levi’s that fit just right and a white wifebeater that clings to his chest. His powerful muscles ripple as he swings the axe down, splitting the wood with one strike before he replaces the log with another and begins the process all over again. It does a little something for you seeing him in action. It always has.

It’s the expression on his face that betrays him, his jaw is clenched, his brow furrowed, his eyes bright and fierce. It’s a sign that something isn’t right in Lee’s world and the last time that happened…

You’d ended up heading off to California alone.

He pauses when you step out of the car, wiping the back of his wrist across his forehead and you hold up a brown paper bag from the bakery in town.

“We didn’t get to have breakfast the other morning.” You say as you close the car door behind you. “I thought maybe we could fix that.”

He smiles then and that smile, it lights up your entire world. It’s been this way with him ever since the moment you met. You’ve had other partners over the years but none of them have ever compared to Lee. He’s always been the love of your life.

“Alright honey.” He says, his voice a little husky as he sets the axe down. “Give me a minute to clean up and I’m all yours.”

All yours…

You can’t express how much you want that.

You’re already have the coffee brewing on the stove when he returns from the bathroom. He wraps his arms around your waist, cradling you against his body as he buries his face into the curve of your throat. You’ve only been back in his life a couple of days but Lee already knows he can’t live without you. Having you here in his kitchen, it reminds him of everything that could have been, that should have been.

“Do you want to tell me what’s gotten you all torn up inside?” You ask him and he huffs his response against your skin because he is still absolutely furious at his father for playing this card, for forcing him into a position he does not want to be in.

He’d had three calls this morning before turning off his phone. Each one from another ranch trying to solidify their alliances with the Yellowstone by describing their daughters to him as if they were cattle. Lee can not abide it.

He knows it’s going to get worse once word starts to spread, because marrying Lee means becoming part of a dynasty and who wouldn’t want that in an era where their livelihood is under threat.

He pulls away, busying himself by taking out plates and unpacking the pastries while you finish up with the coffee. This is not something he wants to discuss with you because it thrusts you right back into the small town politics you left way back when. However he doesn’t want you to be blindsided either because this news, it’s to be all anyone can talk about when it breaks.

When you set the coffee down on the table in front of him, he can’t help but draw you down into his lap. You laugh at the abruptness of the motion, your hands threading through his hair, tugging just a little and Lee moans at the sensation, his hips arching up to meet yours.

“I love that I can do that to you.” You whisper against his lips. “That you’re still mine after all these years.”

“I’ve always been yours.” He tells you. “Since the very moment I laid eyes on you, I knew there would never be anybody else.”

You kiss him then and breakfast is forgotten as he carries you to bed and makes love to you with a ferocity and passion that echoes over the pastures through the open windows of the farmhouse.

It’s in the aftermath when the two of you are lying tangled up in one another that he tells you what his father has done. His thumb ghosts over the apple of your cheek as he explains the implications, that he now has a slew of suitors jamming up his voice mail because every single one of them wants a piece of Yellowstone.

“It’s happening again.” You say withdrawing from him and Lee sighs as you slip out from underneath his sheets. “I can’t believe he’s doing it to us again.”

“No baby he’s not.” Lee tells you, his hand capturing yours, drawing you back down onto the bed. “There’s only one woman I’m going to marry and she’s the one right here in front of me.”

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probably-writing-x · 2 years ago

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The Side You See

Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: Nobody ever understood how somebody like you could be with somebody like Rafe. I mean, come on, you two were polar opposites. But when everyone else would disappear, and it was just the two of you left, he was every bit a new person - a side of himself that he would show when it was only your eyes that could see him.

Warnings: Mentions of drug and alcohol use, some sexual hints if you really squint, drunk and hungover Rafe

Author’s Note: Thank you SO SO much for the love on my last couple of posts, I was so sure nobody would be bothered if I started posting again but you guys have exceeded every single expectation I had. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, I can’t wait to be writing more for you lovely bunch <3

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The party was winding down from full swing, bodies spilling into every room of the house, music pounding and drinks flowing. That was something people always guaranteed when Rafe hosted a party - nobody would be going home bored, and barely anybody would be going home sober. He made exceptions for you, and really only you. You’d never been much of a drinker, beyond a glass of champagne at a family wedding, and that’s one of the reasons why it surprised people so much when you were the one Rafe went after - the one he fell in love with. You were like polar opposites from what people could see - you sipped a red cup of lemonade, and he sniffed another line. But the thing about those differences, was that Rafe had learnt his limits when he had started dating you. He could still get drunk, get high, do anything he wanted to at a party, but he was never as bad as he used to be. This was his vice, the parties, the drugs, the drink, it was a release for him away from the stress of dealing with everything his family threw at him. You knew he had his troubles, everyone knew that, but this didn’t seem like much of a big one in comparison to everything else.

“Hey baby!” His familiar deep voice calls out to you, soon accompanied by his arm slinking around your waist.

You knew he was drunk when he started calling you pet names in front of other people. They all looked at him like he was no longer himself.

“Having fun?” You laugh, feeling him drop more of his weight onto you as you wrap an arm around him to steady him more before an inevitable fall.

He hums, dipping his head to bury into your neck. Since the two of you started dating, he had become the clingiest drunk you’d ever known. Not that you were complaining all that much. Though it still took everyone by surprise when he was so public in his affections - the heartless Rafe showing a heart??

“I’ve missed you,” He mutters into your neck, kissing the soft skin there.

“Rafe, we’ve been at the same party all night,” You roll your eyes, turning so that he can wrap both arms around you, your chests bumping together.

“You look hot,” He whispers the words, his eyes scanning over you like he still didn’t believe he was the one that got to tell you that every day.

You were wearing a cropped tank top and shorts, with one of his big shirts open over it all, so long that it grazed the middle of your thighs. He loved when you wore his clothes, a possessive trait he’d never lose - in the best way possible.

“Rafe, honey, how much have you had?” You ask him, dragging a hand through his growing hair, trying to force his eyes onto you.

He squints for a prolonged moment like he’s trying to focus on you, “I can’t remember.”

It was late by now, and he’d been drinking since dinner with Topper, and you were sure he was getting to be more and more of a lightweight.

“Do you want to go to bed?” You offer, running your hand down his arm, where the curves of his biceps clung to his shirt.

He grins, clearly impressed by your suggestion, leaning down and pressing a quick kiss to your lips before turning around. Only then does he start shouting at the dispersing crowd to leave, swinging his arms around, taking cups out of peoples’ hands. They all inevitably oblige, because this was Rafe; you’d be stupid to not listen to him.

Eventually, only the two of you remain as Topper and Kelce shout a slurred goodbye and something about wrapping it up, before they both walk off in the same direction.

“Just us,” Rafe mumbles, stumbling in his steps as he walks back over to you on the porch.

You laugh, “Babe, do you need to be sick?”

He shushes you, flopping down onto the couch along one side of the wooden fence.

“You don’t want to sleep out here,” You roll your eyes at him, crouching down to his head height.

“But its so comfy,” He slurs, eyes closed and lips parting.

“Rafe?”

Your only response is a soft snore from his parted lips, rumbling in the air between the two of you. You pull the throw from the back of the couch and drape it over him, taking one of the empty plant pots and setting it in front of him in case his stomach eventually rejected everything he’d put into his body, and you go back into the empty house to curl up on the sofa. Close enough that you could still see him.

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In the morning, you’re up when the sun is and Rafe is still flat out snoring on the porch sofa. He’s on his stomach with his hair spraying in different directions, his head on its side and his eyes flickering every so often in his slumber. You potter around the house clearing up the remaining mess left over from the party. There are enough red cups to fill up two full bin bags, clattering around the plastic with the beer bottles and cans. Once the lounge and kitchen are completely cleared, you go outside onto the porch and start picking up the bottles left out there too.

Rafe groans and shifts a little on the couch, his arm falling off of the cushion and dropping, his hand hitting the floor. It forces his eyes open, but they are slow and reluctant to do so.

“Morning, handsome,” You laugh, seeing the delirious confusion washing his face, clearly not sure where he was and with no idea as to how they’d got there.

Rafe grumbles, trying to move on the couch and coming to terms with where he was, “What happened?”

You stop putting the bottles into the bag and set it down, “Well, the bed felt a bit too far away last night, so you slept here.”

He groans again and stretches out his arms trying to push himself up, “Where did you sleep?”

“On the sofa,” You respond, your words much clearer than his.

“What?” Rafe had a thing about that, he didn’t like the idea of you sleeping on your own because he knew you never slept well.

He sits up against the back of the sofa and drags a hand over his face as if trying to clear the fuzzy feeling away from his head.

“I’m sorry, I must’ve been bad last night,” He shakes his head, “I can’t even remember what I had.”

“It’s okay,” You chuckle, “You weren’t bad, but your friends will probably have something to say about what you were saying to me.”

He groans again and stretches out his arms, “Cm’ere.”

“Let me just finish cleaning up,” You comment, throwing a few more bottles in the bag.

“That can wait,” He tugs at his shirt you’d been wearing, now buttoned up around you with nothing underneath.

You stumble over and he catches you in his arms, pulling you into his chest.

“Hi,” Rafe mumbles, burying his nose into your neck and breathing in the lingering smell of your perfume.

“How are you feeling?” You ask him, shifting your legs to either side of his thighs so that you straddled his hips.

“Like I need to sleep for another ten hours,” He says, shifting his arms around you so that they held you impossibly closer.

“You can go back to sleep, we haven’t got any plans today,” You nod, dragging hands through his hair to fix the curtains into place, “I haven’t got much left to clean up.”

“I don’t think you understood me,” He comments, shifting his weight before dropping back down onto the couch, with you now laying on top of him, “If I’m staying, you’re staying.”

You laugh and push yourself up on your hands, towering over his form. His features seem softer in the mornings, especially when he was hungover. His eyes are just a little shut, still adjusting to the light, his lips soft, his jaw lacking the tension that he normally held. You run your hand over his cheek, tracing his cheekbones down towards his jawline. Rafe tilts his head into your touch, tilting his head eventually and kissing softly at your fingertips.

“Can we just stay like this?” He hums, lifting one hand away from your waist to move it up and lace his fingers with yours, playing with the contact of your hand in his.

“Forever or just for today?”

He narrows his eyes, “I can’t see any reason we’d have to move.”

You laugh and press a kiss to the back of his hand, “Then we’ll stay.”

If his friends, or anyone on the island for that matter, saw him like this, they would think Rafe had a twin that they’d never met. They’d think that surely, Rafe Cameron didn’t wake up and cuddle his girlfriend and tell her he didn’t want to leave and kiss her with the softest touch. But this was him. This was every bit of the boyfriend you fell in love with, and continued to fall in love with a little more every morning.

“I love you (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” He’s half asleep, his eyes just closing, but he wouldn’t go to sleep without saying it this time.

“I love you too Rafe Cameron.”

His hands snake back low around your waist, gripping you tight against him and you let your head fall down onto his chest, listening to the slow drumming of his heartbeat. His legs find their way to tangle into yours and his breaths even out into sleep once more. In those moments, he was nothing but yours. And that’s how you wanted to stay.

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everestica · 11 months ago

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♫ - Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to everybody, this post is how some of the characters I liked over the year spend Christmas with you and some (towards the end) what they got you for Christmas! (PS If there is anybody else you would like me to add to this feel free to ask and I might come out with a second part!!) ♫ ---------- ♫ ---------- ♫ ---------- ♫ ---------- ♫ Gepard - He loves being able to sleep in, but since he knows how excited that you are he only chuckles a little when you wake up in the morning and immediately get out of bed to go look under the tree (No matter how old you are you gotta see the gifts in the morning), he'll only sit on the couch holding you close to him as you open each others gifts!

Silver (Twst) - He loves Christmas as much as the next person but CANNOT wake up in the morning for anything 😭 (Que you and Lilia trying to wake him up in the morning) but as soon as he is awake tho expect him to give you your present very fast just in case he falls asleep again (He dose when Lilia is going on about Christmas when he was a kid)

Deuce Spade - Most excited ever, He's more likely one of the first ones up so you never have to worry about him not being awake in time, He will be the first person to hand you a present more specifically the one from him, it's three of his favorite things mixed together, Christmas, presents, and you!

Tachihara Michizou - Manz just doesn't wanna get up in the morning, as much as he loves you he wants to sleep in, but as soon as you do get him up he will be hella excited and drag you to the tree with him, as excited as he is tho he will be super cool and very toned down about the present he got you, and by present I mean Presents (Man has two good paying jobs I mean you can't blame me for adding that in) He actually got (most of) your gifts just though out the year when you had mentioned something in passing. (Idk that shit's the cutest to me, get you a partner who remembers the small stuff 😭)

Akito Shinonome - Again another one who just wants to stay in bed and cuddle all morning but instead of you waking him up, it's Ena. She's was too excited about this to be sleeping any later then like 7 AM. So now the two of you have been dragged out of bed and now starting to cuddle on the couch as people start getting the presents from under the tree, one of the last ones was from Akito. It was a symbol of how the two of you met, at one of his concerts so it was a necklace with a microphone on it and a little charm that had A + (your initial) on it.

Furina - SO EXCITED, Will get up so early and go rushing to the tree to see the presents underneath, loves all the pretty lights and how they illuminate the room and all the wrapped gifts under the tree, at a decent hour though she will go and wake you up by jumping on you, she won't hurt you tho. (Nobody wants to go to the ER on Christmas) Will love opening presents, and loves passing them out as well, but she loves you even more and loves the smile on your face when you see the cute things that she got you!

Hajime Hinata - Again another guy who just kinda chuckles at how excited you are about it, I mean he likes christmas don't get me wrong but he loves your expressions about it much more, though he would never tell you that. Will def let you drag him to the tree and sit him down somewhere (as long as you sit somewhere near him, at least so he can still reach you) Loves seeing you smile at what he got for you at the end though and that's the best gift he could ever ask for.

Blade (HSR) - Seems like he's pissed off all the time standing somewhere behind you as you, Kafka, and Silverwolf all sit down around the Christmas tree and start passing out and opening gifts though one of the last gifts is a smaller box you notice as Kafka hands it to you, smiling, the tag says "To (Name) From Blade." That's why she was smiling, even though you had gotten gift for Blade you didn't expect him to get you one, when you finally opening it and look inside it's a bracelet with his initials and your initials, with coordinates on it. The first place that you two met.

Thoma - He loves christmas and loves spending it with you and the Kamisato siblings, seeing you and Ayaka spending time near the Christmas tree, as Thoma watches over the two of you as Ayato finishes up signing something for the yashiro commission. As he finishes they start getting gifts, one of the middle gifts was a medium sized gift the tag reading that it was from Thoma. As you opened it, there was something small inside it looked exactly like the rope he wore in his hair, and it was. It was a smaller version though one that looked like it was meant for around the ankle or the wrist, which ever one you picked he tied it on for you as a reminder that he was always with you, no matter what.

Malleus Draconia - Loves seeing you excited about the holidays, even if he doesn't fully understand it he will always support you and if you're happy then he is too! He loves watching you open the bunches of gifts that he got you and even loves the gift(s) that you got him, one in particular that stood out was the last one that you had gotten from under the tree. It was known to almost everybody that you stayed in Diasomnia more than 90% of the day since when you didn't there would def be some lighting outside that night. So instead he had gotten you a temporary Diasomnia room card, since you needed magic to get in, so it was infused with magic so you could get in you needed, along with one of the armbands that all the people of Diasomnia wore. It was really a gift for everybody, Sebek and Silver because they would get sort of a break of watching over him if you were always with him, Lilia since he might end up finally getting grandkids, Malleus since he would be able to see you more, You because you wouldn't have to stay in ramshakle all the time and be worried that one day you would wake up without a roof, and everybody else in Diasomnia since they wouldn't have to worry about an angry housewarden.

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empressdede · 6 months ago

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Me, U & Jealousy - Chapter 3

Previous chapter

This story is written in both present and past. Italics is the past and regular font is written in the present.

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"So, you’ll be able to go?" Jada asked, excitement seeping through her voice.

Sorai rolled her eyes. She was kind of regretting the terms and conditions that came with her going to this party. Especially since Sefa kept trying to tease her about her ‘schoolgirl crush’ as he would call it.

“Yeah. I can go but Joseph’s going to be there.” She explained and Jada’s excitement dimmed just a bit.

“How do you know he’s going to be there?” She asked and Sorai let out a sigh.

“He heard us talking a couple days ago about me wanting to sleepover at yours. I’ve been trying to get him to change for the past three days but he’s not budging.”

“Well…. At least he’s not as bad as his older brothers. Like, that could be way worse. Plus, if he goes that means Monica will be there and Monica is going to distract him for majority of the night.”

Sorai rolled her eyes again. Monica. She couldn’t fuckin’ stand her. But Jada was right, if Monica was there, Joseph would keep his attention on his girlfriend instead of her.

“You’re right; She’ll probably do what she does best and open her legs and keep him preoccupied for majority of the night.” Sorai agreed with a nod of her head but that caused Jada to burst out laughing.

“Girl, no way you just called Joseph’s girlfriend a hoe.”

“Only thing that ever comes out of her damn mouth is ‘He beat my shit up. Girl, when I tell you he sat me down and tore my shit up. Who knew Joseph could eat pussy like that.‘

Sorai mocked in a high pitched tone to mimic the girl she didn’t like, letting out a huff of annoyance when she was done. “I wish she would shut the fuck up sometimes, don’t nobody wanna hear that.”

“Sounds like someone’s jealous.” A teasing voice came from behind her. Sorai let out a sigh before she turned around to face the person. Joseph.

There he was with a smirk on his face as he stared at her. She wanted to smack it off of his face.

“Jealous of what?”

“All the experience she gets to have, that you’re dying to gain yourself.” He easily replied.

“Joseph don’t do that. Cause who knows, maybe Cameron will finally put the moves on her -“ Jada started but Sorai slapped her shoulder to shut her up.

But it was too late, the playfulness got wiped off his face as he stared at both girls.

“If I find out that he puts his hands on you, it’s over for the both of you.” Joseph stated, warning tone in his voice.

“Joseph, you can’t keep te-“

“I can.” He interrupted, the glare in his eyes showing he wasn’t playing with her. “The twins don’t got no plans as far as I know, so Cameron better be on his Ps and Qs if he knows what’s good for ‘em.” And with that he walked away.

She turned to glare at Jada. She knew how much those boys were overprotective over her, and here she go pushing that imagine in his head.

He was already skeptical about letting her go is and she didn’t need another to give him another reason to change his mind.

“Don’t worry about it sis. You know Joseph is the only one who takes it easier on you. He won’t ruin this night for you, he just wants you to be careful.” Jade assured and all Sorai could do is hope she was right.

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Joseph had convinced his older brother to let him borrow his car to go out, and since he had already promised to pick Sorai up at Jada’s house that’s exactly what he did.

The two girls sat in the backseat of Joshua’s car doing last minute check ups on each other’s outfits that was all planned by Jada. She wanted to make sure that Sorai looked good tonight. She knows how much her best friend liked Cameron and she was going to make sure this was a good night for her…even with Joseph tagging along with them.

The ride to Aaliyah’s house wasn’t eventful; in fact Sorai kinda wished she rode with anybody else because no matter Joseph promised her, Monica always seemed to be stuck to his side at every event.

“Babe we’ll be able to enjoy ourselves right? I don’t feel like watching kids tonight.” Monica pouted and Sorai rolled her eyes.

She hated being around her, but she had to play nice tonight. Especially if she wanted Joseph to take it easy on Cameron.

“Don’t worry babe, you’ll still be able to enjoy yourself.”

Jada’s eyes locked with Sorai’s and they both fought to keep a straight face. Sorai decided to keep her comments to herself because she wanted to be on Joseph’s good side tonight.

She really wanted to get away and be with Cameron tonight.

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“Aye man, I can’t believe you’re here. Its been forever. How you been?” Josh asked once Sorai got settled in a little corner as far as she could be away from these guys.

She shrugged at the question, “Graduated College and I’ve been dabbling in journalism for a couple years now. The only reason why I’m here is cause of Jada.”

Jon nods his head at her, “Yeah, we don’t really see her much since she’s with the NXT roster majority of the time, helping out with talent creation. Any time we ask her about you, she act like she too busy to talk."

"I’m sure if it was that important to you, you would’ve found a way to reach out." Sorai stated simply with a shrug. At that, all the boys smacked their teeth.

"That’s not true, we’ve tried to reach out but it was never successful. We only knew how you been through our parents." Jonathan states.

"And even then, you blocked us… or me anyway - so it made reaching out to you that much harder." Sefa finally speaks up. The sound of his voice made Sorai inwardly roll her eyes. Damn, hearing him irritated her the most.

"I changed my number like a month after you guys left, but it’s okay. I know how much you guys wanted this, especially since the beginning years of college. Following in your dad’s footsteps must mean so much to you guys. Plus, being a superstar means you’re busy so I understand. I’m happy for you guys." Sorai spoke from the heart, even though their departure hurt her, she was happy they were getting to live out their dreams.

Joe sat on the opposite side of the room of Sorai and was analyzing her body language. Something was off with her, he’s noticed it the first time in the hallway with Kayla. He was getting the feeling that not hearing from them probably hurt her feelings. "We appreciate that Rai, thank you. Just remember, if you need anything you can let us know and we gotchu’ you know that right?"

She nodded at him; "Thank you Joe. So…. What’s it like running the locker room?"

"Nah, let’s get into something else." Jonathan stated, walking towards her. "Earlier, when we said you didn’t have time for heartbreak and you said it was a lil too late for that… you let some bum break yo heart?" He asked, tilting his head at her. How ironic, one of the people who helped break her heart was asking who was responsible for the damage.

Sorai let out a tired sigh, she didn’t want to get into this, especially right now. "Guys, we haven’t seen each other in five years. A lot has happened within that time."

"We know that, but that doesn’t mean we don’t care. A couple years may have gone by but that doesn’t change anything, you still our lil sis, and I hope you know that a couple years didn’t mean you stopped being our family." Josh spoke up this time.

Sorai’s heart felt heavy at the statement because at a point and time she really called these boys her family. Her brothers. Damn, she remembers when she didn’t like calling them that, she loathed it. But now, her heart crumbles at the memories. Fuck she missed them - just when she thought she was over the situation. Being around them did nothing to stop the hurt she still feels even five years later.

"Rai?" Joshua questioned after a pregnant pause took over the room. Sorai’s head snapped up to face Josh, but her eyes scanned the room quickly. All of them were staring at her with concern. "You okay?" Josh tries again.

Sorai hopped out of her seat, sending her most convincing smile towards the group. "Perfect. And I still care too so hopefully during my time here we could rebuild that relationship." She states.

Rebuild?

But before any of the guys could reply, Sorai continues. "I actually have to get going. Maybe we can catch up when we have some free time okay?"

Without giving them a chance to respond, she bolted out of the locker room. The boys looked around at each other in confusion. Each and every one of them having one thought running through their minds: what the hell just happened?

Sorai couldn’t do it, all these years and she thought she had healed from this but seeing them… seeing him made her realize that she’s not over what happened.

Back in the locker room, he wanted to know exactly what happened to Sorai since they’ve left. Did she meet someone who took her time, is that why she didn’t reach out? Did this person hurt her to the point where she was embarrassed and didn’t want to bring it up to them, to him in specific.

He needed to find Jada because something happened to Sorai and he was hell bent on figuring out what it was.

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How we feeling, be honest? 😭😭 The next chapter is where everything falls into place 😭 I hope I’ve done a good job otherwise. Btw Idk if I made it Known but I made the twins 2-3 years older than Sefa instead of a whole 8 soo the story could make sense😂😂

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Jungkook: Velvet Love 🔞

The things he says never match the smile he's got on his lips.

Tags/Warnings: Yandere AU, Idol!Jungkook, graphic description of gore (briefly), twisted kook, description of mental insanity

Length: Short

Belongs to: Velvet Heart (but can be read as a standalone)

!! Disclaimer: I do not believe Jeon Jungkook to be like this, God no. This is pure fiction and meant to be seen as nothing but entertainment. Thank you.

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"Alright how long will it be?" Jungkook asks as everyone gets ready for the shoot. "I really need to be home by 6 tonight, latest, or I might have to murder someone this time." He chuckles, voice light as he taps away on his phone, the stylist's hands stuttering a bit as everyone glances away uncomfortably from the idol. "What? Am I not getting an answer?" He asks innocently, looking around.

"I-we can't tell yet how long it'll take." The director says. "But we'll try and get it done as quickly as we can." He hurries out at the eye contact Jungkook holds with the man, dark orbs unmoving as they focus on the older man silently.

Before the singer smiles.

"No problem, I just don't wanna go home so late again." He shrugs, slumping down into his seat a little.

He's in a good mood today. That's not the norm- no one can really ever tell what kind of emotions go through him each day. While he used to be like this almost all the time back when he was younger, something had changed these days. Now, no one can tell if the words he says are to be taken as a joke, or as a threat.

Sometimes, like today, it feels like nothing's wrong again. As if the old Jungkook had returned, wiping away all the scary and unnerving changes that happened over the course of the last few years away, turning those things into nothing but a bad dream.

The shooting is fun. Everyone's light hearted again. The air feels easy.

"You think the challenge will be easy for you?" A staff member asks Jungkook in the back of the car as they all play a game of hide and seek in a way. He's supposed to find the rest of the members with small cues and nothing else. He chuckles.

"Easy." He laughs. "I'm good at games like these. No one gets away from me." He chuckles, and again, the mood shifts for a second.

He smiles. He's teasing, joking- probably. But no one is able to not hear any underlying implications He might be putting into his words.

So when the shooting ends, and its barely 5, Jungkook grins brightly as he leaves to go home.

And only then does anybody dare to breathe freely again.

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"Do you think he'd ever..." Jimin mumbles, sitting with the rest of the band backstage as they eat something, Jungkook not attending as usual. He's almost always rushing home to you right after his schedule, never staying behind for longer than necessary as if he'd run out of oxygen to breathe if he was to be apart from your presence for too long. "..I- you know what I mean, right?" Jimin says quietly, and Namjoon sighs.

"I'd like to believe he wouldn't." Hoseok says lowly. "I want to.. believe he wouldn't do that." He says, but he's not believing it.

But he, as well as others, have seen what Jungkook is capable of.

He choked Taehyung before, to the point of the singer's face turning blue. Jungkook doesn't shout, doesn't yell, never seems to voice out his anger, but rather acts on it instead. He breaks furniture, smashes holes into walls, but his favorite is always to hurt. He does it with such a calm nature that it's truly unnerving to see.

It eliminates any way of truly telling if he's ever joking or honest when he tells one of his more twisted jokes.

"But I think we're all aware that he's very much capable of it." Namjoon says with a lot more control than the others. "No one's ever safe around him. You've heard how he talks; at this point, I believe every word he tells about violence." He explains. He knows Jimin is worried for you- after all, he's the only one who ever had any true interaction with you- he knows the singer feels for your safety, wants to somehow get you out of your situation.

But he also needs to remember that if Jungkook ever found out about this, he'd probably be a dead man.

"Dont you think we should do something then?" Jimin says, just like Namjoon had expected.

"The only thing you can do is not think about it." Seokjin offers soberly. "Then it'll hurt less."

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You're beginning to try and speak more, and Jungkook worries it might become a problem at some point.

He can't have you babble about what goes on behind closed doors to others after all- what if you tell someone your address by accident, or how he's bought you a collar with a tracking device just to check where you go each day?

Of course, technically, he doesn't need it. You never leave the house after all, because you're just a good girl like that- and because the stories he tells you have made you afraid enough to never dare set foot beyond the apartment door ever. He doesn't ever make his stories too gruesome- mainly because he knows it'll make you a little too clingy, so he always depicts himself as the immortal God that cannot be harmed by any of the things he makes up. But you can be killed. You're mortal. A bag of flesh, ready to be devoured by the beasts that roam the streets outside of the safety of these walls.

You need him to survive. And he needs you to believe that.

He enjoys that you don't speak much. The noises you make and the gestures you've created to communicate are nothing shy of adorable to him after all, and any progress at proper human communication would ruin that feature of you for him. He doesn't want that- you're perfect just like this, like a pet, simply existing for him only, surviving because he wants you to.

You're alive because he allows it.

"I'll be home the entire week baby." He hums to you on his chest. "They've kept me hostage for way too much recently. I'll be with you for the entire week, I promise." He says, and you just smile, mesmerized by whatever he's saying. "You've got no idea what I'm telling you, stupid little thing?" He chuckles, and you smile as well, happily receiving his affection.

He loves it like this.

And he'll do everything and anything to keep it this way.

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Would he ever kill? Truly take a life so it never returns?

He doesn't know. He's never been pushed to that degree to find out if he's capable of it. But he knows, he sometimes gets the somewhat of an urge - if not himself, then his brain rather comes up with sick and twisted thoughts of you.

His mind starts to bend memories of you into shapes unfamiliar, his hands no longer holding yours but rather bending you over his thigh until your spine cracks and breaks in half.

He gets scared of these thoughts. It's like they're not his.

He becomes fearful whenever he dreams of your chest split open by his own hands, fingers tracing each of your exposed ribs while he can't see anything but red. He knows you'd been broken before, mentally at least. Would he end up being the one to break you physically?

Maybe it's his fear of possibly losing you.

He makes love to you painfully slowly, carefully, and yet he sometimes can't help himself but to make you up as his. Never to the degree of inflicting true damage, but just to show his own actions are still under control.

He's a rabid animal, a pet once loved but now sick and deseased, truly on the verge of wasting away.

And no one around him wants to admit it.

Not while there's still traces of the old him inside.

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#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook imagine #bts yandere #yandere bts #yandere jungkook

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ofoceansandtombsanew · 1 year ago

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hear me out... jjk characters at the cookout

jjk characters at the cookout

tags: headcanons, gn!reader, black!reader a/n: honestly this sent me into an intellectual overdrive. the hold jjk has on the black community needs to be studied

suguru

bro says "monkey" one time and gets jumped

he's pretty chill

suguru can take a joke and toss them right back with a grin and feel completely relaxed

he is punctual when he wants to leave thouh and will side eye if you told him "we're gonna leave" and you're still there an hour later

overall he enjoys himself. family is important to him so it means a lot to suguru to be included and accepted by yours

your older relatives might ask a bit about his gauges but he's classy enough that it doesn't matter by the end of the conversation. suguru is quite charming when he wants to be

yuuji

"i like em tall with a fat ass like megan thee stallion"

yuuji won over your cousins pretty much immediately with one take and one take alone

you leave yuuji alone for one second and the mf has a coordinated dance with them and your family is hyping them up

your family would honestly adore yuuji, he fits right in

he had them in a loving death grip when he said he was ready for the collard greens, beans, potatoes, tomatoes, lamb, ram, hog mog

falls right into the trap of staying way longer than you planned even though you started saying your goodbyes 45 minutes ago

can perfectly quote katt william's "whose goddamn white baby is this?" scene

promises to bring his older brothers to the next family get together

the guy your aunties call 'baby' with all the affection in the world

somehow knows all the dances? candy by cameo comes on and an uncle goes "what you know about this right here, young buck?"

passed his test with ease. like, do not come to the next get together without yuuji. they will notice

megumi

he wouldn't realize that your family is just teasing and wonder if they legitimately don't like him until you reassure him it's just familial roasting. just say something dumb right back, megumi

has to be dragged out the corner to really interact with anybody else

megumi isn't really a party person and an extrovert but due to most of his close circle being extroverted, he does know how to manage his energy so he isn't completely drained after a short while of being there

answers all questions about your relationship seriously and sincerely

megumi might be quiet but your family likes his honesty. bring his ass back next time

satoru

honorary light skin

toji

honorary dark skin

kento

the man your cousins wish they had; he's literally the epitome of "as a man, you should be doing x, y and z". you know it and when you bring him over, your family knows it

he helped with the dishes without even being prompted and hearts were stolen

being a foodie, kento will be grabbing seconds and knowing your family he won't be leaving empty handed either

he's invited to breakfast by your mom before you leave

mostly needs to be sought out for interactions like megumi. he won't turn anyone away, he welcomes the conversations he's just not a big go getter

you can convince him to dance when a slow jam comes on and enjoys how your face lights up in recognition when older songs your parents played in your childhood comes on

like yuuji, if you don't bring kento to the next family get together don't even bother coming because they'll ask over and over again why he couldn't make it

satoru fr this time

his ass cannot stay out of the banana pudding. so much so, most of the leftovers you take home are just containers of it. says he'll leave you if you don't learn the family recipe

like suguru, satoru can handle your family's teasing and he teases right back

let's your younger cousins wear his sunglasses if they ask

"wait if they're called tony toni toné why aren't none of them called tony?" "satoru please don't ask this right now" "no because-"

if they didn't know you were dating someone before you brought satoru over, they'd definitely know when he arrives. he's always draped over you and he's happy to let the world know

when pulled to the side to ask if he's serious about the relationship, satoru's usual bravado drops to tell your relative calmly he's 100% serious

he's a good time. dances even if he doesn't know the songs, sings along when he does and he'll leave somehow knowing everyone's names when you don't even remember half of who showed up

toji fr this time

fits in surprisingly well, your family is a hell of a lot better than his

tall, charismatic, got a deep voice and big feet. you and your cousins will be gossiping and swooning about it

toji is no stranger to being on a family's least favorite list. he's got plenty experience from his relatives, he only cares that megumi and tsumiki are treated well when he brings them along. if they're treated right, toji has no problems

danced with a good chunk of your aunties, your mom and a cousin or two in order to cement winning them over successfully but you got the most dances out of all of them

"someone's been quite busy, mr i don't care if they like me or not" "i don't but it doesn't hurt to gain approval anyway. your aunt virginia already invited me to her son's wedding" "i haven't even gotten my invite to quan's wedding yet" "sounds like i'm the family favorite to me"

#headcanons #look she's writing #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #suguru x reader #yuuji x reader #gojou x reader #toji x reader #megumi x reader #black!reader #black writers of tumblr #pls don't take the light skin dark skin thing seriously i was just making a joke fjdsnfkjdsnfkdsjfn

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pedroshotwifey · 1 year ago

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Hungry Like The...

Pairing: Werewolf!Frankie Morales x AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Tags/Warnings: Smut, PIV sex, oral sex (f receiving), fluff, established relationship, no use of y/n, Frankie has a monster cock, im missing stuff but I want to go to bed so...

Summary: You and Frankie decide to attend an 80s themed Halloween party. Through all of the excitement, you must have forgotten what day the full moon falls on.

A/N: I'm gonna go ahead and say that I rushed the absolute fuck out of this one, but I think it turned out pretty good. I really kind of jumped outside of my comfort zone with this, so I'm kinda proud that I did that. That being said, please feel free to call me out on anything that might not make sense or anything that I should change at all because I'm half clueless with this kind of stuff. Please consider reposting and/or liking. Thank you for reading and HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! <3

***

You have no idea where Frankie snuck off too.

He claimed he was going to get the two of you more drinks, but that was about ten minutes ago. You’re well aware that it should have taken less than half of that for him to find his way to the refreshment table, pick up some drinks, and bring them back to you.

Right now, though, you’re too blissed out to care—not that you have much to worry about with your loving boyfriend anyway. The lights are almost blinding as you spin around beneath them, but they transform into a nice glow thanks to the buzz you’re sporting. “Mony Mony,” is blaring through the speakers and you're in your zone as you swing your hips to the beat.

You’re glad that Frankie had suggested that you two attend this party specifically. The only requirements were that you had to dress up as an 80’s character in order to fit the era the party revolves around. 80’s costumes, 80’s music, 80’s decor. Luckily for you, the 80’s is one of your absolute favorite decades, and you’re pretty sure Frankie knew that when he signed the two of you up.

The dance floor is packed with people to the point where you can’t stretch out all the way without bumping into someone. Usually, that would irk you, but you can’t find it in you to mind tonight. It’s not like anybody else does.

As you snap your hips to the beat, you look around at all the different costumes in the crowd. You see a handful of Star Wars characters, a couple of Freddy Kruegers, some Ghost Busters, and—of course—a shit ton of Madonnas. The rest, for the most part, are pretty original.

You’re pretty proud of your own costume, to be honest. You had spent a couple of weeks configuring a custom-made Storm costume. You’ve been an X-Men fan for as long as you can remember, and it made you so happy to try on your costume for the first time a few days ago. It’s pretty damn spot-on.

Frankie, on the other hand, had insisted on being a werewolf. Like turning into one once a month wasn’t enough already. You had simply rolled your eyes and asked him what he had in mind so you could make his costume. It was worth it to see the way he lit up, even though he’s cutting it close with the party’s theme.

After the year he had, he deserves to be happy—even if it means you have to endure his stupid jokes every now and again. When he gets tipsy, his goofy humor always makes an appearance. It’s one of your favorite parts about nights out with your boyfriend. He never fails to make you laugh.

Just as you begin to worry that he might have gotten lost in the crowd, you feel a hand spin you around. You’re getting ready to tell someone off until you come face to face with those irresistible brown eyes.

“Hey there, Hermosa,” he says as he cuddles up to you, swaying you to the song. “Having fun, sweetheart?”

You giggle as he bends down and nuzzles his face into your neck. Glancing down, you almost aren’t surprised to see that he doesn’t have any drinks.

“Frankie?” You ask casually as you throw your arms around him.

“Hmm?”

“Did you find the drinks?”

Suddenly, he stops moving and stands up straight again, a playful smile plastered across his face.

“Guess not,” he says. “Found something to eat, though,” he winks and you playfully roll your eyes as he throws himself back onto you. As the song changes to “When Doves Cry”, he begins to dance with you. Frankie has never been the best dancer, but it's better this way. Neither of you take anything seriously as you push and pull your bodies together, giving eachother flirty kisses every now and again.

You laugh as you bump into someone and flash them an apologetic look. Frankie really loves to bring out your careless side. You honestly didn’t know you were capable of being so care-free until you had met him. Sometimes he makes you feel as if nothing else matters but you and him. It’s times like these that you really realize just how lucky you are to have him.

“Alright, baby,” Frankie says after a moment, bringing you out of your thoughts. “I’m going to go get us those drinks now.”

Instead of answering him, you get up on your tip-toes and kiss him. He begins to wrap his arms around you again, but you gently push him off, giving him a faux stern look.

“Alright, alright, I get it, baby, I’m going!” he says over the music before turning around to scamper away.

You have to suppress a giggle when he jolts as you deliver a light slap to his ass. He turns just enough to flash you a dirty look, and you give him one of feigned innocence in return, well aware he’ll get you back for that eventually if you continue to tease.

“Hurry up, wolfboy!” you shout after him.

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Alright, you’re actually about to be pissed this time.

There’s absolutely no way he lost you—or rather, you lost him—twice. He has to be playing with you, right? Whatever, if that’s the case, two can play at that game.

You’ll just pretend like you don’t even notice something is missing. Maybe once he sees you where he left you, completely unaffected by his absence, he’ll stop being such an ass.

Perfect. Perfect plan.

You shake your head and dance as the song ends. You can have fun by yourself if your boyfriend wants to be immature.

Well, it would have been a perfect plan.

As if he could somehow read your mind—which you almost wouldn’t doubt at this point—you spot Frankie in your vision once again. However, this time, he’s not coming over to you.

He has a familiar dark look in his eyes that immediately soaks you, despite yourself. You stop dancing because as quick as you see him, he’s gone again. You spin in a panicked circle as the song changes to one by Duran Duran. You almost laugh at the irony as “Hungry Like the Wolf” blares through the speakers.

Your phone buzzes in the small pocket of your bodysuit, and you pause your quick search to look at it. Your brow furrows as you see that it’s a text from Frankie. What the fuck is he playing at? Quickly, you unlock your phone and open your messages.

“Better start running, baby,” the text reads. You look up, your eyes frantically scanning the crowd around you. Maybe the song choice isn’t so ironic after all.

“Don’t let me catch you… feeling hungry like the wolf tonight…”

You don’t stop to think before you make a mad dash toward the exit, your heart dropping to your stomach as you go. You get some pissed looks as you shove through people, your heart hammering in your chest and your eyes darting every which way.

You have no idea where he could be at this point. Maybe he’s somewhere inside, having missed your exit. He could be trailing right behind you, ready to grab you at any moment.

Soon enough, it is revealed that he is, once again, always one step ahead of you. As soon as you step out of the doors, a large body is engulfing yours and carrying you to a secluded spot on the patio, though there’s nobody outside anyway.

You would scream if not for the large hand that covers your lips when he grabs you. You know it’s Frankie, of course, but the exhilaration that comes from the scare really adds to the game the two of you just started.

You ignore the heat simmering between your legs as he sets you down on your own feet and removes his hand from your mouth. Neither of you move, you don’t look up, he doesn’t crouch down. You just stand there, breathing heavily as Frankie embraces your figure.

You can’t help but lean back into him, letting your guard down probably isn’t the best idea right now, but you can’t find it in you to care about that fact at the moment.

The fresh air feels nice on your heated cheeks, but Frankie's front against your back feels even better. The music continues to play faintly behind you as you sway side to side, Frankie’s arms wrapped tightly around you, his head resting on your shoulder.

You swear you could stay here forever. Actually, you could stay anywhere, as long as you had Frankie. But right now, you can’t imagine anything more perfect than this. As long as you have your boyfriend’s arms around you, you would do anything or go anywhere he wants to.

Your body may be his, but you decided a long time ago that your soul belongs to him as well. He can pick it up and do whatever he wishes with it, and you know he could never do anything that would cause your trust or love for him to dull.

“Look up, sweetheart,” Frankie’s soft voice brings you out of your thoughts, making you open your eyes. You hadn’t realized they had slid shut in the first place.

The sight of the full moon high up in the night sky confirms your suspicions. Frankie’s going to turn tonight.

Fuck, you’re screwed, your subconscious automatically screams at you.

You can't miss the way your panties dampen as the thought crosses your mind. Your body stiffens as you fight the urge to run, the adrenaline getting the best of you.

Frankie must feel the way you tense up because his arms immediately tighten around you.

“It’s alright, hermosa,” he whispers into your ear. “Just means we’ll have a bit more fun than usual.”

You try but fail to stifle your grin at his menacing tone. Just because you know you’re screwed doesn’t mean you don't enjoy it.

“Probably got less than ten minutes now,” Frankie says far too casually. “Let’s pick up on our little chase, yeah?”

He lets you out of his grasp this time, and you turn around to give him a peck on his cheek, allowing your hand to brush past his erection as you pull away. The touch is just enough for Frankie to grit his teeth as he hisses out. The warning glance he gives you makes arousal burn deep into your core, only serving to make you more excited.

“I’ll give you a head start, sweetheart,” he says, his tone giving you a warning, “I’d take it if I were you.”

With his word, you spin on your heel, ready to plummet into the forest, but you only get about a foot before he has a large hand wrapped around your wrist. Your heart beats louder in your chest as you turn to look at him, his eyes dark with lust.

“Don’t let me catch you this time,” he says, pulling you close enough for his lips to flutter across your ear as he speaks. “I won’t go easy on you.”

You ignore the shiver in your spine as you pull back as much as you can.

“Maybe I don't want you to go easy on me,” you whisper back, earning a slight growl from Frankie. He lets his hand linger on you for only a moment more before letting go, this time allowing you to back away.

“Don’t push yourself too hard then, because I’m going to fucking exaust you when I catch up.”

You smile before turning once again, pushing yourself into the trees without looking back.

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The sound of your heartbeat is deafening as you run through the otherwise silent forest. The steady pitter-patter of the organ combined with your ragged breathing and your frantic footsteps make a horrifying symphony. Even those sounds seem muffled, though, with the amount of pure adrenaline that courses through your veins and drowns out your senses.

Frankie can’t be too far behind you now. You guess you’ve been running for about fifteen minutes. There’s no doubt that he has turned at this point; he proved it with the howl you heard bellowing through the woods a couple minutes ago.

Since then, you haven't stopped to take a breath. There is pure fear in the fact that you have a beast on your trail, but also excitement in knowing what will likely happen once he catches up.

For now though, fear is the dominant emotion. It’s prominent enough to keep you going even as your hair gets tugged by branches and your skin gets scratched and torn by twigs and thorns. None of it seems to matter right now just as long as you can keep your distance from the monster hunting you down.

Suddenly, you hear a snap from somewhere behind you. The noise is sharp, a twig snapping beneath heavy weight. It reverberates all around you, sending a shiver down your spine. Soon after, You pick up on the steady thumping of what sounds to be an animal hot on your tail.

The sound gets closer and closer even as you push yourself to run faster. Your entire body is shaking and you can feel tears welling up in your eyes. You can practically feel Frankie’s breath on your neck, the sensation almost more powerful than the ache overtaking your legs and abdomen.

“Please, leave me alone!” You cry out the plea over your shoulder, your voice bordering a sob. Your gut is curling with a mixture of panic and arousal. The responding growl makes the tears you have been holding spill over and your knees buckle.

For a second, you’re worried that you might fall, but you’re pushed into the ground before you have the chance to do it yourself. The weight of Frankie pouncing on top of you knocks the wind out of you, a sharp cry leaving your lips as your breath is taken.

In the time that it takes you to get your breath back, Frankie has your bodysuit torn enough to pry off of your shaking body, and your lacy panties shoved–or ripped–down your legs. Luckily, the bodysuit was the cheapest and easiest to find component of your costume. You can feel a whisper of his claws against your skin as he drags scraps away from where he needs you most.

Your arms flail wildly, your fingers trying to grasp a handful of fur from the beast atop you. Frankie sees what you’re trying to do, and with a growl, he ducks down and slides toward your feet, away from your hands.

Before you can question what he’s doing, you feel something thick, wet, and warm against your bare, soaked cunt.

A high pitched moan tumbles from your lips as Frankie drags his tongue across your pussy before dipping it into your core.

The hot muscle digs deep into your cunt, curling once it's in all the way. You can feel his nose bobbing up and down against your ass as he starts to work his tongue in and out of your cunt.

“F-Frankie, fuck!” You scream, feeling your orgasm building embarrassingly quickly.

The way his tongue swirls and scrapes against your walls is absolutely delicious, and that combined with the tip of the muscle prodding against your g-spot? You’re fucking done for.

You’re writhing as Frankie brings his tongue out to swallow down the slick he’s collected, and you can feel the way a combination of your arousal and his saliva leaks out of your pulsing cunt, coming down to collect at your clit and make you shudder. You’re so close to coming, a warm feeling that can only be described as pure euphoria making a home deep in your lower abdomen.

Almost as soon as he was gone, Frankie shoves his tongue back inside of you, meticulously prodding all the right places. You’re gasping and moaning so loud you have half the mind to feel bad for whatever critters might reside in these woods.

That thought passes quickly, though, once you feel yourself returning to the edge. Frankie flicks his tongue one more time and you’re suddenly convulsing around him. The high seems to go on forever, your toes curling and your fingers grasping at the leafy ground in front of you.

The beast doesn’t pull away as you come, instead, he allows you to rock your hips back and forth in order to prolong your pleasure for as long as possible. You don’t even notice that you moved your arm until you feel one hand entangled in soft fur, your subconscious mind telling you to hold him to you.

You hear Frankie whine from behind you and you have to suppress the urge to giggle. He’s always liked it when you tug at his hair, and apparently, being in this form leaves no room for exceptions.

Your body goes limp as Frankie backs away from you, making it easy for him to nudge you to prop you up where he wants you. Hands and knees, of course. He wastes no time in getting into position behind you, crowding you in with his massive form.

The tip of his cock feels massive against your swollen cunt, but it only takes a few swipes of the beast’s hips before he is notched into your entrance. With one more thrust, he’s pushing in all the way, making you scream as your pussy stretches to accommodate his girth.

Frankie lets out a series of whimpers as he starts a brutal pace, not giving you a second to adjust. Your hands come up to grasp above his paws, which are positioned on either side of your head, and then up a little.

“F-Frankie!” Your moan comes out more like a screech, the pain quickly turning into a sick pleasure as he rips you open on his cock. Each time he thrusts, it’s accompanied by a puff of breath which fans out across your cheek.

The sound of his whines and ragged breathing mix with the squelching noises coming from your cunt and the panting coming from your lips, everything combined making the filthiest symphony you’ve ever heard.

Your second orgasm starts to build rapidly, your cunt beginning to flutter around Frankie’s unforgiving length. With each punch, the tip of his cock touches something heavenly within you, making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

You’re pretty sure you’re drooling, but you find that every limb has turned to jelly, preventing you from bringing your hand up to check. If not for the monster above you impaling you on his length, you would likely be flat on the forest floor right now.

Every thought that had previously occupied your mind is forced out of you as Frankie effortlessly pries another orgasm from you. He doesn’t slow or pause as you squeeze around his cock like a vice. If anything, it only spurs him on and gets him going faster, if that's even possible.

With each slam of his hips, you feel your body being sent forward, only stabilized by your palms, which are somehow still firmly planted on the ground.

‘Oh god, Frankie,” your voice sounds hazy to your own ears. “F-feels so fucking good, Francisco.”

You hear him grunt at the sound of his full name, something you usually only call him in bed—or in this case, in the middle of nowhere.

It does feel good, his cock feels absolutely massive. You know that it is definitely bigger than when he’s in his human form—the size of which should be considered supernatural in it’s own way. Right now, though, he feels bigger than ever, thicker, longer. The only thought occupying your mind at the moment is how badly you want to suck his cock.

How the fuck does this man fuck you so good to the point where you fantasize about giving him a blowjob while he’s already inside of you? Next time, you’ll have to get his dick in your mouth before he shoves it into your cunt.

Your eyes droop as your second orgasm morphs into a third, your body growing weaker with each movement from Frankie. You ignore the shaking to spread your legs wider to allow him better access, which results in him getting to a deeper spot with the new angle.

Your mouth drops open as you begin to come again, a silent scream getting stuck in your throat. This time, as you constrict around his monstrous cock, you can feel his hips stutter. He’s getting close, which is probably a good thing considering you’re about to pass out from both pleasure and exhaustion.

“C-come on, Frankie, f-fill me up,” you command through moans. It very obviously eggs him on because before you know it, he’s stilling inside of you, howling into the trees, and blowing his massive load deep into your core.

The feeling of his cum painting your walls is fucking heavenly. Spurt after spurt of his warm seed fills you to the brim until it eventually starts to seep out around the base of his cock. If you thought you had felt full before, that was nothing compared to now.

Frankie gives you a few minutes to calm down before he starts to lower himself to the ground, laying on his side and tugging you with him. Your body and mind are equally compliant with his request.

As your eyes shut once again, you can feel Frankie starting to shift behind you, probably making his transformation back to his human form. Try as you might, you know you won’t have enough energy to wait for him to be done, so you make the most of it and snuggle into his soft fur. You know that you’ll wake up safe and sound in your bed, tangled with your kind, attentive, and very much human boyfriend.

#pedro pascal #fan fiction #ao3 #smut #pedro pascal smut #frankie morales #triple frontier #frankie morales x reader #pedro pascal characters fanfiction #werewolf #werewolf smut #halloween #happy halloween #one shot #pwp

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