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[j2archives]

(LOVER)BOY

summary sam has held a crush on you ever since he’d first saw you down stanford hallways, but once you got partnered up for a school project, sam understands why he’s always felt that attraction towards you. and now you as a sorority girl, have the same one.

pairings stanford!sam x popular!fem!reader

content warnings sam is a cutie, mentions of reader being a sorority girl, valentine’s day!!, sam watches a rom-com for reader, reader catches him staring at her lips, sam cannot stop falling in love with her, SMUT!!, unprotected sex, p!v, kissing, sub!sam, soft dom!reader, praise, dirty talk, creampie (if you squint), really needy, sam begging and whimpering, mentions of sam’s… size, short but cute ending, short and sweet honestly (go stream short ‘n sweet deluxe!!), and more.

notes definitely for my two babies @immodestly-marina AND @h8aaz . . . 1k+ and proofread, kinda rushed (i’ve been sitting for 3 days stuck on the sub!sam part because IM IN LOVE w/ this puppy dog eyed boy

Your dorm room is silent, but not an uncomfortable silence. it was comforting, a contrast to the usual music blasting in your ear around this time. most of your saturdays were spent like that, either being a designated driver for the drunk sorority girls or being the one in the backseat shitfaced straight to hell. but not today.

it was valentine’s day, and you weren’t at a party. you weren’t getting shitfaced. you were spending it with him.

on tuesday, you were assigned a project, your professor decided on pairing you up randomly instead of letting everyone choose a partner. you got paired with sam, the boy who sat two rows behind you.

he knew who you were, sam had been harboring a crush on you for a while now, and thanks to the professor, he got to speak to you instead of just offering you a pen like he would any other day. he kept to himself most of the time, so sam knew you probably didn’t know who he was. but to his surprise, you did. and the project was finished quicker than you both would’ve expected.

you and sam got along well, you shared a few interests and he was the first guy that didn’t start hitting on you with a pickup line during the first conversation. he was careful, always making sure that it was okay if he asked a question, even if he needed to borrow a pencil, he would ask so sweetly.

your friends didn’t understand why you hadn’t shown up to the party since you usually were always there, and your phone had rang for a good 30 minutes before you turned it off and placed it in your bag. sam was still a bit confused on why you decided to stay with him, he assumed that after the project was done you would’ve gone back to your friend group. but you didn’t, you stayed with him.

now, you were both in your dorm room. sam agreed when you asked him if he would watch a movie with you — maybe he agreed too fast. but here you were, it was a random rom-com. usually sam didn’t watch these type of movies, but he learned that you actually enjoyed laughing at the cheesy moments. and that was enough to convince him. he wished he could mentally record your laughter, store it away in his head somewhere. and your smile, he wanted to take a photo of it and tattoo it in his brain forever.

he couldn’t stop looking at you, admiring every detail on your face.

your voice cut through his thoughts, “what’s going on in there, lawboy?” sam blinked, your words starting to register. his face felt hot, and he was sure there was an obvious blush on his face.

“‘s nothing, just… thinking.” he nearly stumbled over his words, it was hard enough to try and not stutter in any way. but you knew there was more than that. he was sometimes a good liar, but you also could read him like a book. it was one of your talents.

“so… staring at my lips helps you think?” sam hadn’t realized that his eyes had lingered on them for so long, his eyes widened for a brief second as he tried to get an answer out. but you cut him off with your lips before he could.

he froze for a split second, but he melted into it. you could feel his lips moving back against yours, and you swore he seemed eager. your fingers went up to curl in his soft locks, tugging at them. sam let out a soft moan, his lips parted just enough for you to slip your tongue past. you explored every corner and crevice of his mouth, wanting to taste him. and he let you.

when you moved to straddle his lap, sam’s hands lifted to rest on your hips. his thumbs stroked the skin underneath the hem of your tank, your lips never disconnecting once. reluctantly, he pulled away, trailing open-mouthed kisses down starting from your jaw. his lips grazed over your pulse point, starting to suck and nibble at the sensitive skin, earning a gasp from you.

“fuck,” your curse spurred him on further, his fingers making their way up to the thin straps of your top. he tugged at it, looking up at you for permission.

“can i?” why did he have to sound so sweet?

with your nod, he tugged the straps down. he didn’t think anything could drive him more crazy but, you wearing no bra underneath did. sam’s thumbs traced over your nipples, feeling them harden beneath his touch. your hips rolled down against his, experimenting. this time, both of you let out a moan. you could feel his hardness pressing firmly against your core and you couldn’t help but to keep grinding down against it, craving the friction again.

—

he lifted his hips to help you undo his slacks, watching you undo his belt and pull down his jeans past his knees. you were both bare besides the thin barrier of his boxers and your panties were the only thing that separated you two. sam sounded breathless, “i need to feel you… please, baby.” he sounded so pretty when he begged, and you took note. keeping that in mind for next time.

once you started to lift yourself up, both hands flew to your hips to hold you steady. god, it was better than he imagined. your hands teased the hem of his briefs before tugging the fabric off. he was aching for this, the tip of him flushed a pretty red tint.

and he was leaking like a girl. all for you. everything was for you. it always had been.

“is that okay?” he sounded nervous, and his manners just fueled your arousal even more. he was putting your pleasure before his, wanting to make sure you were comfortable.

“you’re perfect, sam.” a nervous smile curled up on sam’s lips at your praise. the pink hue that was more evident on his cheeks was beautiful. he really was, and the way he was looking at you…

sam thought you were one of the most gorgeous, smartest, amazing women on campus, he always had. every time you walked down the hallways or on the sidewalks next to the building, he had his eyes on you. the way your hair flowed, the way your eyes darted to pay attention to who was speaking… when you first did that with him, he thought he would simply pass away. now he was going to have sex with you? now you were praising him? of all people? he’s never been harder in his life.

the hands on your hips guided you to align with his cock. once you hovered over him, sam let one hand slip down to your panties. he could feel the heat radiating from your core, “you’re so beautiful.” and he means it. he really does.

you were soaked, a damp patch apparent where your covered slit was. his eyes widened when he realized. sam winchester, the prelaw student, had you, the popular girl, wet because of him. fuck, he was gonna have good dreams tonight.

sam felt your hand over his, guiding him to pull your panties aside. revealing your most intimate part, he took in a sharp intake of breath.

“do you want me to do this with you, sam? is that okay?” you wanted to make sure this was what he wanted, even though the answer was obvious. he really was a sight to behold. he was perfect, thick and long… and much larger than anyone you’ve ever taken. but especially much softer, more gentle with you. he wasn’t trying to rush you, he was letting you take the lead.

“yes. please.” he begged, his puppy-dog eyes looking up at you with a loving expression.

he grasped his length in his hand, his free one on your hip. guiding his tip to your entrance, sam leaned forward. He captured your lips in a gentle, but passionate kiss. Soothing your nerves as he helped you lower down onto his cock.

you gasped against his mouth, the stretch burned a bit at first. and it took you a while to adjust to the intrusion, sam was still — he knew he was big, not in an egotistical way, but he knew it was a lot for you. His thumb stroked the skin of your hip, and now his other hand stroked the inside of your thigh. Once you were fully seated, he pulled away an inch. in a soft voice, “are you okay? we can stop if you want.” always a gentleman.

“no, no it’s okay, baby. jus’ give me a few minutes.” sam’s heart fluttered at the pet name, and he nodded. he never stopped the gentle caress on your sides, now pressing kisses to your jaw in attempts of calming you. and he was damn good at it.

with a deep breath, you nodded.

the first time you moved, you both groaned. he filled you deliciously, all in the right places. you didn’t want to stop, and you started a steady pace. he latched onto your nipple, sucking and biting at the pebble. your fingers went to his hair, tugging and stroking through the brown strands. sam whimpered against your breast.

he fucking whimpered because you pulled his hair. his hips bucked, earning a loud, wanton cry from you. the way you were bouncing on his cock, looking so blissed out because of him… it drew out a string of curses and moans from him. the sound of skin meeting skin, the obscene sound of your pussy being filled with every inch of his dick made his eyes roll back.

“y-you’re so tight, mph-“ your eyes rolled back, feeling sam twitch inside of you. you kissed him hard, pulling harder at his locks. mumbling against his lips, you managed out: “you’re so big in me, sam… fuck, is this what you imagined? you feel so good, baby.” the last sentence was a drawn out moan. you were so close, and he was barely hanging on. the way you tightened and pulsed around him made his balls draw up tight.

he whined this time, “i need to cum, please. please let me cum inside you- inside your pussy, fuck!” his voice was breaking. he wanted you, he needed you. you took pleasure in this, from him. it was driving you over the edge just by how pathetic he sounded right now.

“yes, you can. yeah, sammy… you can cum. fuck, push me over the edge, i know you can.” your forehead was pressed to his, your hips moving faster. his hand was shaky as he took two fingers to your clit, rubbing the pearl in continuous circles. sam barely could contain his cries as he came, painting your inner walls pure white. he felt your cunt spasm around him, and his body went limp beneath you.

sam let you ride out your orgasm on him, using his body for your pleasure. the sight was fucking stunning… there was a stirring in his groin again. he didn’t think he’d ever be able to stop.

“I um, I meant to say. Happy Valentine’s day.” a smile curved up on your lips, looking up at his still pink face. god he was adorable, “Happy Valentine’s day, Loverboy.”

[yutassweetangel]

Val special ♡

kiss kiss fall in love! 💋

song: ᵏⁱˢˢ ʸᵒᵘ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵒ・┈ I know, you know, chska

❥⁀➴featuring ! jjk men and how they'd confess to you through cliche ways! (+ kiss chu!)

︶🤍Pairing ! gojo, yuta, yuji, geto x reader

🤍 Cr ! @enchanthings-a , @ethereal-graphics

︶🤍authors note ! Had sm fun designing this! Oh yeah and im alive :D.Working on a fanfic heheheheehheh. Enjoy for now and happy valentines ♥ im alone.... As usual... heh.... Also the colour for the borders dont fit... Heh... Happy (late) valentines day! PS. This was kinda rushed sorry if the writing sucks.

🤍 word count ! 2.1K

︶🤍 warnings ! geto almost chokes you and loves to tease you, he kinda lashes out on you, but he's tired so dont blame him :(, mentions of kissing, biting and licking your lips 💋 mentions of tongue ON TONGUE YAHOOOOO, no smut but there is A LOT of spice in the kissing part

gojo

confession

not so cliché..... but gojo would confess through flirting. yes, flirting. it honestly sounds like him... one moment you'd be talking to him, just chatting. next second he's grabbing onto your hand, rubbing circles that would relieve you of any stress and anxiety before popping the big question—smoothly of course.

"did I ever tell you how beautiful you are?" gojo compliments, and you giggle at. "no like, do you want me to confess right now how much i want to be yours?"

your blood rushed to your cheeks and you look down, to notice gojo rubbing your soft, delicate hands. "y/n. how about i make you mine right now, hm? your cute, im cute, lets make cute children together eh?" he confessed.

you giggle. you can tell he wasnt joking by the way he looked deep into your eyes, searching for an answer. "gojo if this is another one of your jokes...." you said, jokingly and gojo looked hurt.

"am I THAT unserious?" gojo asked, chuckling. "yes." you agreed. "yes to my confession? love you pumpkin." you were about to retort before gojo pulled you into a hug, and squeezed you so tight, it took your breathe away.

i guess you'd let him win...... for now.

kiss

your first kiss with gojo is as expected. rough, but tender. he'd kiss you by grabbing your arm and pulling you into the most hot and intimate kiss of your life. he'd tilt his head to get better access to your lips. he'd bite, lick and nibble on your bottom lip before finally sliding tongue in once your mouth was open. he'd leave you breathless after the kiss, leaving kisses on your neck before feasting off your lips again. he'd place his hand on your chin too, for a much better access. the heat of your body radiating off his. rough, hot, passionate and tender. but also, sweet

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yuta

confession

definitely through letters. what can you say? yuta is a scared and anxious guy. he's tried to confess before, but fumbled so badly you'd think he was saying his first words.

yuta's first time was so bad he'd get second hand embarrassment from it. he walked up to you in an empty classroom, his hand behind his back as if he were a little kid. unbeknown to him, you had ear pods in one ear at full volume so you could barely hear a word he said.

yuta cleared his through loud enough to get your attention. his soft cheek would turn a light pink as he looked to the ground and immediately stammer on his words before finally making a comprehendible sentence.

"erm... y/n.... I..i.... like you!" he squeaked and he immediately felt embarrassed. he wanted to disappear so badly right now. lucky you didnt hear him.

"what?" you shout, taking your ear pod out. "you like what?" you ask him, and yuta froze up. he was both happy, and disappointed. happy you didn't hear his very awkward confession, disappointed you didn't hear his awkward confession.

"I said I like poo, good-bye." yuta dashed out of the the room in embarrassment and you stood there confused.

his second confession is.... too embarrassing to say. since both his approaches failed, yuta decided since he cant voice out his love for you, he'd write out his love for you.

its a usual friday morning as any usual one, until a letter falls out of your locker. a love letter? on Val? thats so cliché yet so cute. you read the letter and it said:

"I love you. I love you, every time I breathe in, and every time i breathe out, im reminded just how much I love you. the way your cheeks rise up when you smile, the way you twirl your hair in class, the way you bite your pencil when you dont know the answer to a question, the way you jump up when your excited. the little things, I love that too. I wish you could hear how much my heart races every time i see you. I love you. they may sound like just empty words, but if I have to say it a million times before you believe me then so be it. I love you.

so can I be yours and yours only?

—yuta, your classmate if you dont remember:)"

fuck. yuta hated it—the feeling of waiting that is.

he paced around the classroom, deep in his thoughts. what if you hated it? what if you saw it as too cliché? what if—

"yuta?" your sweet, sugary voice called out to him and he froze. "y-yes?" you looked at him, both amused and in adoration. he was so cute, you thought to yourself. you ran up to him and hugged him.

yuta was stunned at first, but he quickly reciprocated it back. having you in his arms, made him the luckiest man on earth.

kiss

yuta's kisses would be just like him. soft, gentle, intimate and a little rough. yuta had this exterior of a softy, but deep inside he was an animalistic fool, and it showed most when his kissed you. he'd cup your cheeks and pull you in immediately, and then he'd go berserk. finding ways to make the kiss as deep as possible so you can remember it all day. biting your lips until they bleed. feeding off them like they're a midnight snack. then when he's done he'll ask you in his usual softly and gently tone, "are you ok? did it hurt?" as if he doesn't know what he just did. but you had to admit, they were always the best.

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yuji

confession

yuji gives of MAJOR football, basket ball, or just any sports typa guy. but for the sake of these headcanons we'll do football (american yk the one where they tackle people)

yuji would definitely be the star player of the football team due to his resilience, endurance and his strength. his way of confessing would be through writing on the field for you to be his.

it would be the hottest game of the season, if yuji's team won this, they'd go to nationals. one. more. goal. that was all that rang in yuji's head as he crotched down, eyeing the opposite team member holding the ball.

he looked up to see you in the crowd holding a banner with his team name. he had to win. not for his team, not for himself, but for you. then he could pop the big question. for you to be his.

the referee blew the whistle and in an instant the ball went flying in the air, yuji immediately went after it, catching the ball and running towards the opposing teams post. he pushed, fell, stumbled and crawled his way to the goal post.

as he ran he looked at the timer, sixteen seconds left. a group of the opposing team jump on him, and just in the last second he threw the ball into the opposing teams post.

"goal!!!!" the crowd scream and erupted into cheers, some crying and cheering yuji's name, other groaning and calling the game a fluke.

yuji looked up at you, excited, happy and gorgeous as you hugged your best friend beside you in happiness. with the tension of the game finally at ease, yuji asked the big question. he ran up to the head cheerleader, whispering something into her ears before going back onto the field.

and there it was, written on the cheerleaders pom-poms and on a big paper, which his team mates held. "may I be your boyfriend y/n?"

you immediately gasped as you looked at yuji and everyone in the crowd turned to look at you. how could you ever say no?

you shouted out in the crowd a big "yes" and yuji couldn't help but smile as the crowd erupted into big cheers.

kiss

yuji's kissed would be unexpectedly soft and gentle. he'd kiss you by holding onto your waist and smash his lips onto yours. despite the way he did it, he makes sure to go soft and easy. its after sometime that he'd finally slide his tongue into your mouth—with your permission of course. your tongues would share a dance before he'd pull out, breathy as ever. a irresistible smirk on his face. oh, you just want to wipe it off... chu!

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geto

confession

geto is a calm, quiet and reserved guy who doesnt seem like the type to just put himself out there and tell you he liked you and has been dreaming about kissing you, touching you and being with you every other night.

he'd confess similar to yuta's own, through poems. he seems like a man who knows his literature. he'd write you the sickest poem in the world, but he can't just make it just off the bat.

you were someone special, so this poem had to be just as special as you.

one night, while geto was brewing an amazing love poem for you, you knocked on his door and geto would respond with a tired "come in"

you allowed yourself in and was amazed by the outcome of his room. geto was a germaphobe. so to see his room, scattered in crumbled up papers and for him to writing with only a dim, yellow night to accompany him was crazy.

"hey..," you leaned on his door, crossing your arms on your chest. "are you ok? your room is... not.. you." geto sighed, running his hand in his hair and rubbing his temple in frustration.

the single light that lit up his whole room shined on his face and you could see the very visible eye bags under his eyes.

"I'm just... tired." he said, his voice deep and hoarse from the sleepless nights. you looked down at what he was writing, but couldn't see it due to the lack of lighting.

"whatcha writing about?" you asked, stuffing your hands into your pockets, your posture relaxed.

"about you." "what—?

"fuck, y/n, this is what love does to you. it drives you crazy and makes you do stupid shit," has he lost it? "look at me! I'm a mess, for you." why was he lashing out on you?

"listen geto, your tired, I think its best you get some rest." you suggest and geto sighed again, nodding his head to your suggestion. "ok. yeah, I do need some rest." geto gets up and walks over to his bed, rolling over before closing his eyes and immediately falling asleep.

you watch him and sigh before looking at the lamp. you lean over to turn it off before you look into his book.

"if now is the only time and only place, the only place, then let be with you. if i have to hold cars our heart together, then let it be with you. I want to with you, despite how mad you make me. how sad you make me. how crazy you make it. how much you break me. please, im begging you now, please say yes..."

the rest were just scribbled and crossed out words. a smiled creeped up your face as you turned the lamp off and closed the book before shutting the door behind you and smiling to yourself.

kiss

geto would pull you in for a kiss, holding onto your chin. he'd pull you so close with your eyes closed shut. waiting for him to close the distance between yours and his lips. then he'd smirk, knowing how much he's been craving for you everyday. now that your his, your craving for him. then he'd pull you in, finally closing the proximity and you'd taste his tongue, feel his hot breathe, feel how much he's been wanting this for like, ever. he'd grab onto your neck as if he's choking you, but he doesn't, he just wraps one hand on your neck, the other on the back of your head. it was like poison. his mouth, tasted like poison.

do not copy, translate. All credits to original author @yutassweetangel

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[luvyeni]

ONE MORE BEFORE YOU GO ♱. ── ( 엔하이픈 )

trying to get them to stay and go another round …

𝓲𝓲 ㅤ𓈒ㅤ𓈒𓈒 ( 엔하이픈 x fem!reader )   ─── ❛ genre ⸝⸝ smut. content warning. allusions to sex , cursing word count. 0.8k 「 req? ⦂ yes/no 」 library  !

𝕼 ㅤ𓈒ㅤ𓈒 yeni’s note .ᐟ i was so confused on how to write this , idky

﹙ 𝐢𝐯. 정원 : jungwon﹚ .ᐟ

“that pouty face isn’t gonna work this time.” he said looking down at your pouty face , you were wrapped up in nothing but a sheet. “it worked last time.” you purred , purposely letting the blanket fall. “fuck , you’re really pushing your luck.” he looked at the time — he was gonna be only 5 minutes late if he left right now. “why worry about the time when you can just stay here.” he chuckled. “stay here , and what fuck you all day?” you shrug, you perfect mounds on display. “doesn’t seem like a bad idea to me.”

“you’re insatiable.” he said ; the entire time he’s slowly losing jus mind. “you know you want to.” you said , he checked the time once more — he’ll be 10 minutes late if he leaves now… but he won’t be late at all if he just doesn’t go , plus he’ll be able to feel you all over again. “i promise this is the last time this will ever happen.” he said kissing your lips. “let’s see how wet you are for me.”

﹙ 𝐢𝐯. 희승 : heeseung ﹚ .ᐟ

hearing you whine for the 10th time as he put his clothes on makes him laugh. “glad to know my suffering brings you happiness and entertainment.” you roll around in the bed , barely clothed , normal that would be enough for heeseung; but he was already 30 minutes late to practice. “im laughing because you’re just too cute baby , whine and throwing a tantrum because i wont fuck you again , even though i just made you cum three times.”

“but im still horny.” you said sitting up on your knees. “please , just once more.” you pouted. “and then you’re free to go.” you said , pulling at his belt loop. “you’re crazy.” he said , his lips barely brushing against yours. “for you yes.” he giggled , time long forgotten. “you what baby fuck it , lay back.” he said , hovering above you. “i can’t leave my girl all needy and this wet for me can i , what kinda boyfriend would i be?”

﹙ 𝐢𝐯. 제이 : jay ﹚ .ᐟ

sighing as you rub his shoulders; he knows what you’re trying to do. “what if you’re just 20 minutes late?” you purr into his ear. “what can it hurt?” you kissed behind his ear — you were gonna kill him in the best possible way. “because 20 minutes will turn into a hour messing around with you princess , the boys are already blowing my phone like crazy and — fuck.” he threw his head back as you kissed his neck some more. “please.” your hands working on his chest. “you know you want to.”

he couldn’t hold back anymore; turning around , hovering above you. “you’re so spoiled baby.” he said , wrapping your legs around his waist. “it’s all your fault.” you bit back playfully. “yeah?” he smirked , bring his thumb to your bottom lip. “let me take full responsibility then , fuck you the way you should be.”

﹙ 𝐢𝐯. 제이크 : jake﹚ .ᐟ

he literally has to fight himself internally to get out of the bed and leave you every morning even when you don’t have mind blowing morning sex , but it’s 100x times harder leaving out the door when you’re still begging for another round. “baby.” he whined. “i can’t i'm already late.” keep in mind he’s still hard himself and your begging isn’t doing him any good. “please jake , i need you so much.” he really needs to leave , his phone has already been blowing up.

he falls for it everytime ; the ole ‘just a kiss before you go.’ bending down to kiss you ; only for him to deepen the kiss , he can’t help it , he just loves kissing you ; it gets him all worked up. “fuck you do this all the time.” he moaned against your neck. “jake please fuck me.” you moaned… safe to say jake showed up to practice an hour late that day.

﹙ 𝐢𝐯. 성훈 : sunghoon ﹚ .ᐟ

his shirt isn’t even buttoned up; as he rushes to put his pants and shoes on. “shit im so fucking late right now.” you on the other hand; you’re up and on one already. “see so it doesn’t matter; you’re already late.” you said , he stared at you , you were the reason he was late now , you looked so good in the morning he couldn’t help himself. “we’ve been at it since early this morning , im not sure how im gonna stay awake during practice.” he said. “how are you still so fucking needy.”

“because you look good.” you smiled with a look anything but innocent. “how about you stay home then?” he scoffed. “of course you’d say that.” he said , yet he’s the one kicking his shoes off , crawling back in bed. “are you gonna call the guys and tell them you were being such a needy slut for me today that’s why i didn’t show up?” you nodded. “if you stay in this bed and fuck me all day then i’ll tell them anything.” knowing sunghoon he’s gonna definitely hold you to it.

﹙ 𝐢𝐯. 선우 : sunoo ﹚ .ᐟ

“sorry my love.” he said quickly trying to get ready while you persuade him to stay behind. “but i can’t stay any longer.” you looked so good laying in bed , but sunoo was already so late. “why.” you pouted. “i miss you already.” you said. “what about one more round , then i guess you can go and leave me here to die.” he shook his head at how dramatic you were being , but alas he couldn’t tell you no , even if jungwon was currently blowing his phone up.

“just one more okay.” he crawled back into bed with you. “then i really have to go my love.” he kissed both sides of your cheeks. “so pretty.” he whispered , grinding his lower region against yours. “how can i ever say no to you.”

©️LUVYENI

[urno1luv]

love ur works!! could u write abt ceo g!p nayeon being possessive with secretary reader and gets jealous whenever she sees someone “flirting with her” and proceeds to claim and corrupt reader :) 😵‍💫😵‍💫

summary: nayeon helps you understand how jealous you make her by (kinda) confessing to you then eating you out in her office 🍒 for valentines today 💝

Working as CEO Im Nayeon’s secretary was a privilege—at least, that’s what everyone in the company told you. She was powerful, brilliant, and effortlessly charming, a woman who had the entire business world wrapped around her finger. You admired her work ethic, the way she carried herself with unwavering confidence, how her mere presence could command an entire boardroom. But what you didn’t notice—what you had been blind to this entire time—was how possessive she was when it came to you.

At first, it was subtle. Nayeon had always been particular about who you interacted with, but you chalked it up to her wanting to keep her inner circle small. Whenever a colleague lingered too long by your desk, she would find an excuse to summon you to her office. Whenever a client complimented your work a little too enthusiastically, she would dismiss them with a tight-lipped smile, her nails tapping impatiently against her desk. You never questioned it. To you, she was just being her usual, exacting self. It never crossed your mind that her behavior only ever surfaced when you were involved.

Then, the possessiveness became more obvious. One afternoon, as you sat at your desk typing up reports, a junior executive approached you with an easy smile. He leaned against your desk, far too close, and offered, "Hey, you’ve been working hard. How about a coffee break? My treat." His voice was warm, friendly, but before you could even register the offer, a chilling presence cast a shadow over the interaction.

Nayeon stood there, her expression unreadable, though the sharpness in her eyes told an entirely different story. "Y/n is busy," she stated in a tone that left no room for argument.

The executive, sensing the shift in atmosphere, chuckled nervously. "Oh, I was just—"

"Did I ask?" she interrupted smoothly, her voice deceptively sweet.

Your brows furrowed in confusion. "Oh, but I don’t have any meetings—"

"You do now," she cut in without missing a beat. "In my office. Immediately."

Your mouth opened to protest, but the steely glint in her gaze made you swallow your words. You quickly grabbed your notepad and scurried after her, still not understanding what had just happened. As soon as the office door shut behind you, she sighed, rubbing her temples as if exhausted by the ordeal.

"Why do you always let people talk to you like that?" she muttered, leaning against her desk.

You blinked at her, tilting your head in confusion. "Like what? He just asked me for coffee—"

"And that’s exactly the problem," she snapped, standing abruptly and walking around her desk until she was in front of you. "You don’t even notice when people are trying to steal you away from me."

Your heart stuttered at her words. "Steal me? Nayeon, that’s ridiculous. No one’s—"

Before you could finish, she placed her hands on either side of your chair, effectively trapping you in. The proximity made your breath hitch. Her eyes bore into yours, dark and unreadable, and for the first time, something about her intensity made your stomach twist in an unfamiliar way.

"I don’t like it when other people get too close to you," she murmured, her voice softer now, but no less firm. "You belong to me, Y/n. You know that, don’t you?"

The weight of her words settled over you, but you still didn’t quite grasp the depth of what she was saying. Your throat went dry. "I—I understand…?" you answered hesitantly, unsure of what she wanted to hear.

A small smirk tugged at her lips, her fingers brushing against your cheek in a barely-there caress. "Good," she murmured, as if pleased by your response. She lingered there, her touch light yet possessive, before tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. "From now on, if anyone asks you out, tell them you’re already taken."

You frowned, blinking up at her. "But I’m not dating anyone—"

She leaned in even closer, her lips nearly brushing against your ear as she whispered, "You are now."

Your breath caught in your throat, and before you could process what she meant, she finally pulled back, a satisfied glint in her eyes. At that moment, something clicked—something you had been too naïve to notice before. This wasn’t just about work. This wasn’t just about professionalism. Nayeon had already claimed you long before you had even realized it.

The air in CEO Im Nayeon’s office was tense, though you couldn’t quite understand why. You sat at your usual spot, organizing reports while she skimmed through documents at her desk. The silence between you wasn’t unusual, but something about today felt… off. Ever since the incident with the junior executive the day before, Nayeon had been watching you even more closely. Every time you so much as greeted someone in the hallway, her gaze would darken, her lips pressing into a thin line.

But you thought nothing of it. You had no reason to.

Until now.

A knock at the door interrupted the quiet atmosphere, and before you could even rise from your chair, the door opened, revealing none other than the same junior executive from before, Seungmin. He looked hesitant, as if he already knew he was walking into dangerous territory but had chosen to step forward anyway.

"Good morning, CEO Im," he greeted politely before turning his attention to you. "Y/n, I just wanted to apologize if I made you uncomfortable yesterday. That wasn’t my intention."

You blinked in surprise. "Oh! No, you didn’t. I—"

"You did," Nayeon interrupted, setting her pen down with a sharp click against the glass table. Her expression was unreadable, but her tone was laced with clear warning. "And now, you’re interrupting her work."

Seungmin hesitated but forced a polite smile. "I just wanted to clear the air. I didn’t mean to overstep."

"You did," she repeated, this time pushing back her chair and rising gracefully to her feet. Slowly, she made her way around her desk, her presence exuding dominance as she approached where you sat. "But it seems you still don’t get it."

Your brows furrowed in confusion. "Nayeon, he was just—"

Before you could finish, Nayeon turned toward you and, in one swift, deliberate motion, cupped your face between her hands and pressed her lips against yours.

Your mind blanked.

Her lips were soft yet firm, a silent declaration rather than a fleeting touch. The warmth of her hands against your skin sent a shiver down your spine, and the sheer confidence in the way she kissed you left no room for doubt—this wasn’t just an impulse. This was intentional.

Your breath hitched as she pulled away, her fingers lingering on your jaw as she tilted your face up to meet her gaze. The smug smirk tugging at her lips sent your heart into overdrive. "Do you understand now?" she murmured, her voice so quiet yet deafening in the intimate space between you.

It wasn’t until Seungmin let out an awkward cough that reality crashed down on you. You quickly turned your head, face burning, only to find him standing there frozen, mouth slightly agape. He looked thoroughly uncomfortable—partially because he had just witnessed the CEO kiss you in broad daylight, but mostly because the message was crystal clear.

"I—I should get going," he stammered, stepping back toward the door. "Again, my apologies."

Nayeon barely spared him a glance. "There won’t be a next time," she said dismissively, watching as he practically bolted out of the room. Only when the door clicked shut did she finally return her attention to you.

You were still in a daze, staring at her with wide eyes. "You… you kissed me."

Her smirk widened. "Of course, I did." She brushed her thumb over your lips, her touch lingering. "How else was I supposed to make sure everyone knows you're mine?"

Your heartbeat was erratic, your mind struggling to keep up. "But—"

"No buts." Her expression softened slightly, though the possessiveness in her eyes never wavered. "I told you, Y/n. You belong to me."

You weren’t sure what was more overwhelming—the fact that she had just kissed you in front of a colleague, or the way she said it with such certainty, as if it had always been a fact rather than a new revelation.

And as she leaned in once more, lips ghosting over yours in silent promise, you realized one thing: whether you fully understood it or not, Nayeon had no intentions of letting you go. Not now. Not ever.

The kiss deepened, her tongue slipping into your mouth, as your cheeks reddened. You knew she had a soft spot for you, but you didn't know that she held so much... passion.

She pushed you onto her desk, standing between your legs, as her kisses trailed further and further down. You reciprocated her touches, your arms wrapped around her neck, pulling her closer to you. Nayeon hummed in satisfaction, and her hands sneakily groped your ass, sighing at the moan you let out.

She pushed her paperwork out of the way and laid you down, her lips immediately reconnecting with your body, unbuttoning your blouse while kissing the exposed skin, before she pulled your pencil skirt up, and what graced her eyes was a beautiful sight of your red lace panties. "It's almost like you knew i was going to fuck you, huh. You dirty girl."

She ripped off your panties and shoved her nose into your cunt, the fragrant, musky aroma welcoming her. You whimpered, feeling embarrassed as you could feel yourself leaking onto her face. Nayeon lazily lapped up your wetness, before delving deeper into you, suckling at your bundle of nerves. The sensations removed any sense of nervousness from you, as you pushed her head into you, biting your tongue in a fevour. Nayeon took that as an invitation to completely let go, her tongue working in a quick and effective way, as you could feel yourself reaching your orgasm already.

One more flick is all it takes for you to come undone. The coil in your stomach suddenly snaps, white flooding your vision, the entire room going silent for a moment, and then you came all over on your CEO's face. Nayeon didn’t let up straight away, instead she encouraged a few more spurts from your pussy until you blacked out on her desk. This will be an experience that you would both remember for a long while 🍒

[madamedulac]

Betrayal.

Synopsis: A familiar set of purple eyes stared back into her own colored ones. But instead of happiness and joy crawling and bursting through her very core, all she felt was the utter and overwhelming feeling of complete betrayal.

Tags: sfw; ANGST; hurt; mild spoilers for homecoming wings ig?

Author’s Note: the mcs reaction to finding out caleb was still alive was lacking imo. so in order to appease my own annoying self, i decided to do my own take with that whole thing. this is my first fic after a LONG, LONG while so im sorry if it’s kinda ass lol. i’m also ESL so i apologize in advance if there’s any mistakes, i tried my best to proofread this.

Word count: 1.7k words

Ao3 / OST

There was a part of her that died that day. 

When that door closed in on her. When that explosion followed suit; its flame burned not only her skin, but so did the other half of her soul. She wished she also died in that fiery hell that consumed the only family she ever knew. 

But as fate liked to play a cruel joke on her, she was left to mourn and let the loneliness of surviving such tragedy comfort her in the nights their—his—memories haunted her dreams. 

The constant reminder of what she had lost laid consistently close to her heart. Its metal chains absorbed the heat from her skin, like it was alive, like it was his very heart that stayed close to her. 

『 When U Come Back. 』

Those were the words that are inscribed on its surface. It was a promise. A reminder that he will always return to their house, to their home, to her. He never broke his promise. She always reveled at that fact. He will always come back to her. That even if he was injured and crawling, he will do what it takes to return to his home.

In the sea of people that surrounded her on a day to day basis, he was the only one she could trust to keep his word. 

He was her only truth. 

“If you understand the situation, then let’s go ahead and have a nice chat.” 

The ringing in her ears was deafening but so did the loud hammering of her heart within her chest. Standing before her was a familiar face. Yet the warmth that was always flickering and present in his eyes was gone. Instead, what she saw in those purple irises was a coldness that she was unaccustomed to, at least when it came to him. 

“… Caleb?” His name left her lips before she could even comprehend it. 

Instead of giving her a reassuring smile like he always did, the man frowned. “Show some respect to the Farspace Fleet’s Colonel.” He said in a strict tone. 

Colonel. 

A title she had never expected to be bestowed upon him. It was so imposing. So daunting. So not him. This man in this intimidating uniform and glaring at her with a coldness she has never seen in his face could never be her Caleb.

There was no way. 

She wanted to say more. She wanted to ask him if he really was Caleb. To ask why he looked like her Caleb. But the words were stuck in her throat and the mixture of confusion and suddenly being hyper aware of where she was made her press her mouth in a thin line.

“There’s more than one pair of eyes observing you in this room, so I suggest you watch your mouth.” The man wearing her childhood friend’s face said. She immediately caught on to what he was implying and her eyes darted to the camera behind him. 

There was an ache that was slowly forming in her heart but she pushed it aside and opted to hide it behind a wall.

It was like a switch had been flipped. The distress that marred her face seconds ago was replaced with a blank one. She bravely stared back at the imposing figure before her. 

The doctor who examined her when she was small called it a coping mechanism of sorts. It is her own way of keeping everyone at arm's length when things get overwhelming. Even Josephine was not immune with how she quickly shuts her emotions down and hides away in her little corner.

But there was only one person who was an exception to this rule.

Someone who she could always confide in. Someone who she was not afraid to tell how she truly felt and never fear any judgement whatsoever. Someone who she knows would whollfully accept her, irregardless of her character flaw and her ever so changing moods. 

‘And that someone is already dead.’ The voice in her head whispered. 

The way the Colonel’s eyes twitched at her sudden change didn’t escape her but the woman merely overlooked such detail.

That is not him. That is not your Caleb. The voice reminded her. 

“Let’s get started then,” the man walked closer and grabbed the gun that was hanging on her hip. “This is both an interrogation and a thorough inspection. If you understand that then answer me.” He said as he threw the gun to the nearby table. 

“I understand, sir.” She replied, almost robotically. In a sense, this mission was indeed perfect for her. There were probably only a few within the hunter association who could turn off her emotions as quickly as she does. 

The expression on the Colonel’s face was unreadable as his fingers latched onto the necklace that was hanging around her neck. The frown was still there, but there was something else that was brewing behind his purple irises. 

“… it belonged to someone from my childhood.” She didn’t know what prompted her to talk but the words were flowing out of her mouth before she could realize. “He died in an explosion. Like the one in the Cascade District.” I miss him. She bit her tongue before she could utter those last three words. 

His eyes once again found hers and she saw a flash of emotion that almost made her believe this could be the same person who she gifted this necklace to.

But he was not.

She told herself he was not.

After all, he would be last person to ever betray her in that way. Her Caleb would never make her believe he was dead and let her suffer through that grief alone.

Never her Caleb.

The woman merely balled her hands in tight fists so that her resolve wouldn’t falter. 

That is not your Caleb. 

The succeeding interrogation came almost like a blur. She barely remembered the questions that he asked her. The ringing in her ears was loud and deafening and her answers were practiced and calculated. She had always been good with bullshitting her way out of things. It worked on most people. It worked on Josephine. It worked on her friends. 

But there was always an exception to that rule. 

That is not your Caleb. 

“This is your last chance.” He said threateningly, pointing the device closer to her throat. He called it a Mood Tracker but she wouldn’t be surprised if it was a device that could easily severe the artery on her neck.

The Colonel might kill her. That was such a frightening thought and she doesn’t doubt it. Not for a bit.

Steeling herself, the woman kept her eyes glued to the man. “… I don’t know anything.” She replied. She lied.

The device continued to beep loudly and seemed to reach its peak before it was subtly cut off the person holding it. His thumb pressed on the switch swiftly, practiced, and would’ve easily missed by anyone not standing close to them.

“You passed.” He declared.

Behind him, the camera made a clicking sound before it completely shut off.

The cold expression he wore melted away and suddenly she found herself looking at the familiar warmth that had surrounded her all throughout her life.

A breath escaped her mouth as the man straightened his posture and the restraint on her wrists was loosened. “… You.” Was all that she could utter.

Smiling, he tossed the Mood Tracker next her discarded gun. “Surprised?” He said, seemingly unaware of the emotion that was rising up her throat. Or perhaps he did saw it and was very much aware of it. Perhaps he was just refusing to acknowledge it. He was never the type to miss any emotion that she wore on her face. “Sure it’s been a while, but you already forgot about me?”

And suddenly, the mask that she wore all throughout that interrogation broke.

A pool of tears had quickly formed in her eyes and blurred his image, of this man, who she had been convincing herself to be not the same person she had mourned for the past year.

This man��

She heard him say her name, worry heavy on his tone. She almost wanted to laugh. But the tears were not stopping. “Did I scare you?” He asked as he held her face in his hands.

It felt rough. The leather gloves felt foreign in her skin, almost like it was mocking her. His touch as she remembered was warm and comforting. Like the touch of the summer sun after a heavy storm. That was what he was to her. Her summer.

That was the Caleb she remembered.

She wanted to laugh. To scream. To punch this man who wore that expression she was so familiar with. But no words were forming on her tongue.

All she felt was an indescribable anguish. Of pain. Of pity.

Pity for herself.

For that woman who stood by his grave and let the rain soak her entire form, hoping that it somehow gives her bleeding heart the comfort it so desperately needed. For that woman who clung onto his remaining set of clothing and held onto it until she fell asleep, hoping that it would be him cradling her the moment she wakes up.

Her cries echoed loudly inside the interrogation room but she no longer cared.

Perhaps, she thought, it would annoy him or his subordinates and they finally put a bullet through her skull. Perhaps that would’ve been ideal. Perhaps with death, it would finally end this nightmare.

She heard him say something but the sound of her broken heart and the heaviness of his betrayal made her deaf to his words. She wanted to push him off, to punch him, to spit on him.

But the reality of what he had done weighed heavy on her body, rendering her unable to form any coherent thought.

She didn’t protest when he hooked his arms under her knees and carry her off the chair. He swiftly maneuvered their position so that he would be the one sitting down and her being closely held on his arms. It was almost like an instinct when she curled closer into his touch, like she wanted to be one with his skin. To be one with him.

He smelled so familiar.

So like her Caleb.

“… you traitor.” Was all that she could managed to whisper in anger.

She felt his grip on her arms tighten but he didn’t say anything. Merely nuzzling into her hair and pulling him even closer into his chest, like he was scared to lose her.

“You traitor…” that was all that she could say.

———

a/n: happy valentines y’all. can’t believe lads and caleb managed to get me out of my retirement from writing. smh. sorry if this is lacking, it’s genuinely been a while since i wrote something. wwww

[mihii-i]

I want your love, and I want your revenge.

Pairings: mizu x fem!reader

CW: sfw, female reader, mild angst, trust issues initually, wlw, reference to older valentines day in 17th century britain, I have no fucking clue if they had months we have today in the edo period but I put it anyway, fluffy, mikio (yes he’s a trigger warning fuck that ho), mizu is kinda traumatized..(obviously), girls kissing oh no whatever shall we do, oh no girls makng out actually I know I’m so evil, not proofread.

A/N: valentines day special yippeee (I hate all the happy couples enjoying this fuckass holiday yes I’m salty /hj) anyway obviously this is based off of bad romance by lady gaga if you didn’t know that im..worried. jk no judgement but I lowkey am judging 🕯️

Devoid.

Every drop of the love she had received washed away in the tempestuous hate of the ocean, swallowing up any semblance of adoration once claimed as her own. Any happiness that crept into Mizu’s life sank its fangs of euphoria into her heart, a sickening illusion that made her believe she was truly happy, before it subsided to give way to the nauseous poison of betrayal, jabbing into her over and over like the stab of a naginata.

The distasteful agony resided in her tongue for all it was worth whenever she found herself basking in even the most minute sense of comfort, an uneasy twinge of caution bubbling up within her chest whenever she drooped herself into the snug warmth of your arms. Of course, knowing about her dreaded late husband, you made it a priority to firmly assert how she deserved to be treated, frequently showering the warrior in adoration and tender gestures ghosted along her calloused skin. Night after night, uneven breaths racked the initially silent atmosphere, followed by a drilling shiver vibrating against your body flush to hers.

It wasn’t uncommon for Mizu to have nightmares. Clearly she was uneasy of her situation several times, even sinking into your grasp in an attempt to seek comfort never alleviated the fear plaguing her mind, along with Mikio’s old words gnawing at the confines of her skull like a curse cast upon her.

You are a monster.

Mizu wished she could just cut them out with her blade as quickly as she cuts down her enemies, a single slash wiping out any of her worries or problems that wreck her from the inside out. Yet she couldn’t help that uneasy feeling that killed her inside that partnered with the gentle fuzzy feeling, which couldn’t go unnoticed without its violent, tempestuous storm as an acquaintance.

She couldn’t help but feel awful at the anxious feeling twisting in a knot in her belly whenever you showered her with your love—you cared so much, yet she couldn’t bring herself to give in and trust you fully, not after she had been broken once, soul shattered across the floor in striking shards. Despite the swirling confliction nagging at her, Mizu felt…confused. She wanted to push you away, she didn’t think she was ready for love. She didn’t know if she ever would be again, despite engraving her mark on you as her girlfriend.

At the same time, your touch was a lifeline of sorts to her, the only ground to grip onto without descending into madness throughout the course of her grueling quest of revenge. So many emotions assaulted her at once, leaving her in a flurry of confusion within the bloodlust that initially drove her to this path of contempt. Mizu couldn’t help but want everything from you, even though her feelings scrambled and clashed with one another in confusion, like the familar scrape and clashed of metal against one another which she recalled from being a swordsmith’s apprentice under Eiji.

On one hand, she wanted to push you away for the sake of her goal, she couldn’t afford to be consumed by the lies of love again, could she? On the other, she desired to merge her heart with yours as the familar sensation of joy crashed over her like a tidal wave with you.

She wanted your ugly, and your disease.

She wanted your drama, and the touch of your hand.

“Mizu..?”

“Hm?”

Mizu’s head perked up as her name slipped off your tongue, sky blue eyes fixed on your features as her thick eyebrows crowned the heavy lidded eyes decorated with stress lines slanting from her nose down. Her tall frame lay huddled within your grasp, head gently lifting off the ridges of the tatami mat as the cool air batted against the thin walls, enough to feel the frost chipping away at the little warmth fostered in the room you two lay in. Honestly, it wasn’t an inn, so you were skeptical as to how it could be safe, yet your girlfriend insisted that it was secluded, as well as comfortable to lay in for a bit.

Eyes drifting to the thin sheet of paper splayed along the floorboards, you glanced curiously at the tattered golden sheet with a few strokes and splotches of ink dotted onto it, only seeing the bold black strokes of the date imprinted onto it.

February 14th, 1657.

Still winter. Spring should be coming soon.

You turned over to the quiet woman snuggled up to your side, relaxing your active sights upon seeing her wide eyed and blanked out. Poor samurai was practically traumatized from the shit she’s been through, and you don’t blame her one bit. Always, you tried your best to keep Mizu comfortable around you, not pushing her to do anything and squeezing her in a lowly attempt to even try and heal any of the lifelong wounds that were carved into her both physically and mentally.

Recalling a small rumor you overheard, your shoulder gently rubbed along Mizu’s to catch her attention with a little nudge, to which you succeeded, watching deadpan eyes flicker over to you.

“Hey, you know that in Britain, they have this thing today where they exchange letters to people they care about.” You remarked, earning a scoff from Mizu as she dug her nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.

“Why should we care about what they do?”

You blinked, shrinking back a bit out of guilt.

Right, you almost forgot the source of her disdain. The very part of herself she hated.

Yet you couldn’t see the problem, you loved every part of her, monstrous or not.

“Please? It seems like a sweet way to show love.”

Mizu only breathed out an exasperated sigh in response, seemingly tightening her grasp onto the lapels of your shirt almost desperately. It continued to eat away at her. Scrambling drags of her thoughts similar to that of a brush forcefully twisted into a paper, seeping through into a small hole from the unbearable pressure of the ink bleeding through from the opposing nature clawing at her once more.

Perhaps her decision could have been definite from the way she adored these little moments of yours, irises clouding with a softened hint of fondness for your quirks and habits whenever you lay beside her like this. Despite the words repeating over and over, the definite decision of her love for you still upheld a barrier that Mizu feared for, especially concerning your precious life she even subconsciously nurtured in her palms to keep safe.

Countless enemies tailed her back, and she was aware. She always knew this risk would circle around to lunge back at her, yet she never expected your presence to serve as the only fleeting light that held her together. The only person that grasped her hand tightly in her sleep to keep her safe in the mental vulnerability she faced in her unguarded state where she lay.

You were a new priority for her, one she swears to protect now, even at the risk of deserting her goal.

Yet you were a criminal as long as you were hers.

The dimly lit atmosphere casted a gentle glow against both of your bodies pressed against each others, the little dances of orange from the wavering candle illuminating Mizu’s sharp complexion. A smile stretched your lips as you brushed the little stray strand dangling from her hairline out of the way to fix your gaze onto her own, those gorgeous blue eyes locking onto yours like a hunter. What you felt for Mizu only reminded you of those exaggerated plays that emphasized so heavily on the beauty of love, despite even a scrap of said emotion being nothing but a far fetched dream in the demeaning society that you resided within.

However, who else could kiss away any worry you had and engulf you in the protective embrace of tender love? Perhaps the plays weren’t so exaggerated, and simply a rare find that not many had the fortune of stumbling upon. And you had in fact, struck gold when you folded yourself in Mizu’s embrace.

Silence accompanied by heavy breathing lingered within the atmosphere as you couldn’t brush off Mizu’s body pressed achingly close to yours, the gentle fans of warm air colliding against the skin of your throat as a breathy exhale of contentment spilled out of you. Hand circling her waist, you brushed along the topknot that bundled her hair up neatly, harping your pointer finger along the dark strands as she hummed in contentmet against your throat in a sequence of gentle vibrations coursing against your skin.

“Mizu..you know I love you right?”

Despite the countless times you’ve said it, she never took it seriously. You were gonna leave just like Mikio did, right? But her breath hitched at the velvety words sliding so naturally from your tongue once more. Something felt..different this time. It could be the fact that she was unusually close to you, or far more desperate for your comfort than usual as she sought your touch like a woman starved.

Mizu drew in a quick breath, before following up with a nod, her thumb rubbing in gentle circles along your torso and waist where her arms were quickly draped, opening her mouth to finally speak.

“I..think I love you too. (Name).”

She paused briefly, before continuing in a now more wobbly voice, partially from her exhaustion.

“But..I hope you know I’m on the path of revenge. Being with me isn’t a safe option, so are you sure you want to love me..?”

With that sweet glare of adoration pierching her own eyes, your hand smoothed along her skin, dragging against her cheek as you pressed your palm against the bone. Parting your lips slightly, you delved in to hover your enticing emotion over hers, waiting for any response and prepared to back away at any moment in the scenario that this isn’t what she wanted. But alas, that thought brushed away once Mizu’s nose bumped against yours when she leaned in, gesturing you to kiss her. To which you did.

Lips fitted against hers snugly, you swallowed up her mouth shoved to yours sloppily as she savored the intensity of the kiss moistening the chapped ridges of her bottom lip. Mizu carefully adjusted to the feeling that felt unfamilar—likely from the fact that she hadn’t done it in a while. Strangely, it felt..better with you, compared to him. The softer intakes of breath, the sweet gasps that left your lips, alongside the lack of rough energy Mikio had when he kissed her serving as a far more pleasant experience in this moment where she made out with you.

No, forget about him. Mizu just wanted to think about you right now, her mind flitting to the burning heat of the current passion swallowing you two in a breathless entanglement. Fuck, she loved you so much. It shouldn’t have taken so long to come to that conclusion as she pulled back, eyes hazy as she stared over your glossed lips.

But..her revenge would maybe drive you away..?

And as if you read her mind, you planted another kiss atop her nose, sweeping away the worries that clouded her mind so effortlessly as you whispered near her ear.

“I want your love, and I want your revenge.”

A/N: OKAY IM A LITTLE SICK RN AND MY THROAT SUCKS BOOTYCHEEKS SOOO IM SORRY I POSTED THIS SO LATE VALENTINES DAY MAY BE OVER FOR SOME OF YALL.

BUT ALSO I WAS PLANNING ON MAKING A PART 2 ALMOST IMMEDIATELY AFTER THIS AND ITS PLANNED TO BE NSFW BUT I WILL ONLY POST IT IF YALL ARE OKAY WITH A VALENTINES AIMED FIC AFTER VALENTINES DAY.

If that’s what yall want it’ll likely be out by tmrw

anyway I will never not brag about this shirt yippee I love my wife mizu

[karmaajr]

guys not the way I cried over my mum getting pissed at me outside our flat earlier and calling me a chav

for context, she called me on my phone a while back n started yelling at me n I was SO lost n turned out she only wanted me and my relative to go downstairs and pick up the shopping

n I tried to get our relative to wake up but bro js got pissy with me so I started stressing out on what I should tell my mum JUST when she calls me on my phone again

the convo follows:

-> *name* where the hell are you? it's freezing, I'm not getting all of this crap myself

-> my bad my bad, I'm uhm trying to find clothes to change into?? also *relatives name* won't wake up so what do I do??

-> I don't know! for God's sake do I have to do everything around here? just get down here

-> im still in my pjs tho...

-> I DONT CARE just come downstairs!! stop overcomplicating everything for once

-> okayokay sorry, I'll be down in a min after I find my coat

-> it's fine, it's pretty warm

i was kinda confused CUZ SHE LITERALLY SAID IT WAS FREEZING LIKE A MINUTE BEFORE??? but like, whatevs!! I still go find my coat though because like....... homie my pjs is a tank top and some thin pyjama trousers so HELL NO LMAOOO 😭😭😭

n I get downstairs after a bit n mum starts giving me stuff while giving me dirty looks and I'm like whatevs, she's probs in a bad mood cuz I was so slow n then MY DUMBASS makes the mistake of tucking my hair behind my ear 💀

which then reveals my collarbone more clearly and my mum absolutely LOSES HER SHIT OMG?!?! like girl starts screaming at me to zip up and starts saying how I look like a chav n like a....... ✨️paid adult fun timer in the making✨️ to make it PG for yall 😍😍

anyways like two minutes later our creepy neighbour pulls up and makes everything SM worse n even looks me up and down with a smirk while offering to "help us out while (my) baba is gone" as if im not literally younger than his eldest daughter 🙏🙏 (only by a year BUT STILL HOLY SHIT?? WE USED TO BE FRIENDS AS WELL SO IT MAKES IT SM WORSEE)

n ya the walk back upstairs adds to the shittiness of it all cuz mums talking shit about like, everybody in existence once again AND TALKING SMACK ABT OUR RELATIVE WHICH IS COMPLETELY FAIR CUZ OUR RELATIVE IS SO FUCKING ANNOYING OMG 💀💀💀🙏

anyways like half n hour ago I went to the living room (where my mum and sister are cuddling on the sofa watching some film that i wasnt told they were gna be watching so thats whatevs ig :D) after putting the kettle on boil and tried to check with my mum if she said what she actually said (cuz this happens a lot n she denies it afterwards which makes me feel like I'm going mad omg) and she starts laughing for like 2-3 minutes straight with me standing in the doorway on the verge of teats n my sister like "amma what word??? what word is she talking about????"

anyways I give up, pour myself some hot water after basically getting the confirmation and go to my mums room (2 bedroom flat and my relatives taken over my room atp) to cry LOL

then locked in a few minutes later BCUZ WHAT AM I CRYING OVER TF?!??!? STOP BEING A LIL BITCHHHHH????!? then I remember her absolute loathing for chavs and them lot, get upset again and blah blah now im listening to AMAZING ass covers on YouTube (on my ipad) n writing this so I can stop feeling upset omg 🙏🙏🙏 ANYWAYS BAI YALL WHO ACTUALLY BOTHERED TO READ THIS WHOLE THINGGG

[theokusgallery]

Why, hello there, Virgil. Long time no see!

[ratatatastic]

maffhew who refuses to say runebergin torttu because he knows hes gonna butcher it so bad he might be kicked out of the country the second he tries and staunchly avoids that by going "the one dessert that barky is going to have to explain 😃"

sasha who gets faced with the most generic description of everything hes ever eaten in his life so far because of maffhew and going "???... oh you mean runebergin torttu!"

"he did good he liked the food and he likes the finland so far so its good" sasha says with so much pride now that all the anxiety has left his system that his husband teammate is enjoying his country and doesnt hate it

media availability | 10.29.24 (x)(x)

the smile of a man who knowlingly doomed his husband and said husband using all his brain power to context clues his way to whatever the fuck he just got asked that his brain is running hotter than a mid 2012 macbook air thats somehow still alive in the year of the lord 2024 but girl does she chug along shes louder than a fighter jet

[rosetterer]

There is something about the thought of Buck taking Tommy's last name that just drives me insane

[ganondoodle]

so im not sure if anyones interested, but, i went through quite a bunch of totk critiques by people who were also very disappointed with it and thought id share my favorite videos i found (granted, i only really wachted those that youtube recommened and its mostly .. white men... things like the orientalism problem are not mentioned at all for example, maybe ill update this post if i find any more diverse voices)

i dont agree with every single point and also dont know most of the channels (aside from the big zelda theory guys) so i judged solely by what they mentioned in those videos and the quality of it (like the audio .. bc i cant listen to bad audio)

in no particular order, also they talk about or use footage of the literal ending stuff so if you arent done with the game yet, better leave these for now

(the following one is a podcast thing by multiple zelda theory guys, there some stuff you can skip at the start thats just kidna random things, but the video is marked with chapters)

(theres some mention of some things not making sense, like the sonau only being two, and ithink thats kinda bc the english translation was weirdly vague about that, in the german version its much more directly said that they all died out and only rauru and mineru were left of them;

also mentions of how unfitting it is to call the enigma stones "secret"stones in english might come from a similar thing; in german they where called "Mysterienstein" which would be translated as mystic/mysterious/enigma- stone

just wanted to mention that since the vast majority are gonna play it in english only and the stuff online is also dominated by english)

[firelise]

Sand + Ray + their triggers [Ep 1 → Ep 5 → Ep 7 → Ep 9]

Ep 10 preview: Sand: I got you the information, the rehabs in and out of Bangkok. Ray: I can go if you want me to, on one condition. Will you go to your dad and tell him you're his son?

[scarlet-moonlight]

Just finished watching Arcane s2

literally the thing I kept saying throguhout the entire finale was “Okay I may not like this character (for killing off some of my other favorites) but I don’t want them to die.”

AND THEN EVERYONE JUST FUCKING DIED

FIRST AMBESSA DIED (She was like the biggest example of what I kept saying, I didn’t like that she started that war with Viktor and Warwick but also I got sad, also Mel using magic was cool I KNEW i liked her for a reason

JAYCE DEFEATED VIKTOR WITH THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP THEN GOT THANOS SNAPPED AFTER

AND THEN THE FUCKING JINX SACRIFICE??!?? I like sat there in silence for like a good 2 minutes after that I WANTED HER TO KISS AND MAKEUP WITH EKKO AFTER EPISODE 7 CMON

(Also I was kinda neutral on timebomb, thought it was cute but episode 7 just made me so giggly and kickign my feet I had to and in the universe where Powders happy and none of her other friends died (except Vi of course) I AM A FULL BLOWN TIMEBOMB STAN)

GOD I AM SO SHOOK AND DEPRESSED and just AHHHHHHHHHHHHJ

EDIT:OH YEAH ORIANNA IS ALIVE AND SHES WITH SINGED that cameo made me pog face at the screen for like 2 seconds then got back to being depressed again WHOOPIE

[sukugo]

everytime sukugo gets called a crack ship i suffer +10 damage

[bacchuschucklefuck]

the boy-but-not-that-way-ism of riz gukgak send tweet

[tenebrous-dream]

the first style boutique/savvy game really didnt do anything to get as much love as it does