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You're Blue leader design FUCKS HARD and I love it
AUURGHHH THANK YOU
I'm choosing to blame my Partner as to why he's so hot because they made me watch the first like episode or two of the live action One Piece and their Marine core outfits look really cool
So I'm convinced they were sending me brainwaves of hot DILFs in One Piece Marine Core outfits and it translated into that :)
#there will be colored and more cleaned up versions of RL and BL coming soon#it's just a matter of finishing everything else I need to do before then ��#jay answers#dog teeth AU
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girl, I read everything you wrote and I am literally obsessively in love with retired!kĂśnig and his body. i desperatly need more đđđŠˇđŠˇ
anon #2: i can only imagine kissing retired!kĂśnig soft belly all the way to his pants
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youâre lucky kĂśnig has little to no responsibilities besides you now, or else heâd be too worn out to keep up with your insatiable sex drive. even so, youâre pushing your limits. heâd fucked you earlier to keep you quiet and content while you ate dinner; he shouldâve expected you to be ready to go again the second you were finished. you tell him itâs not your fault â he just looks so good, belly full of your home cooked food, relaxed in his loose pajama pants while he lounges on the sofa. usually his mouth and fingers will do if youâre still not satisfied after he pumps you full, but tonight you want his cock again.
as much as he tried to ignore the needy look in your eyes, it was only a matter of time before your soft lips attached themselves to his neck, feeling the vibrations from his throaty hums. youâre all over him, hands feeling the large muscles of his biceps as you slid down his burly body, open-mouthed kisses setting his body alight in your wake.
kĂśnigâs deep blue eyes, hooded by his heavy lids, pierce into yours above the rim of his beer as you trail presses of your soft lips along his stomach; washboard abs now half-covered by a layer of plump fat, thick hair dusted over the expanse of it, leading you all the way down to his clothed cock. his gaze is challenging as you slot yourself between his spread, beefy thighs, making no move to help you. you rub your face against his bulge, inhaling the musky scent of him as you feel his cock fill against your cheek and mouth. satisfaction pulls your lips into a smile when his hips buck against you, his dick jumping repeatedly from your touch.
heâll push your face back down when you sit up to boast about it, âno talking now, kleine. finish what you started.â
#bella writesâ Ë・âŕ¨ŕ§Ë#kĂśnig smut#retired!kĂśnig#kĂśnig mw2#konig smut#konig x you#konig cod#konig x reader#konig call of duty#kĂśnig cod#kĂśnig x reader#konig x y/n#kĂśnig call of duty#kĂśnig fanfiction#kĂśnig headcanons#kĂśnig x you#kĂśnig x y/n
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đđđ I ENTERED THE VOID STATE AND IT'S LITERALLY CHANGED MY WHOLE VOCAL CORDS!!! Like, WHOA. đą You guys don't even understand. Before all of this, I was a mess. Lemme tell you the full tea.
So like, I used to cry at night, scrolling through Tumblr, seeing everyone else manifesting their dream lives while I was stuck in the same old cycle. đŠ You KNOW the feeling! I even DELETED my Tumblr at one point because I was SO sick of seeing everyone else actually living their dreams, but then I would redownload it like the next day because I couldn't resist!! And then...the whole studying-for-exams thing? LOL don't even get me started. Like, I'd be like "I'll just enter the void state before my exams and manifest straight A's or whatever" (spoiler alert: I didn't.) I'm never really failed any subjects. At least not badlyđŹ
I was starting to get frustrated, right? So then, one day, I was like OKAY, FINE. TIME TO ACTUALLY DO SOMETHING. And that's when I started SATS (State Akin To Sleep). It sounded crazy at first, but honestly, I was down to try anything! (Even while coping with my MADD. Yes I'm one of them. No I'm never getting rid of it.) So I started visualizing my dream life, and LET ME TELL YOU, I GOT SO DETAILED. I was in Velaris with Rhysand (I'm an ACOTAR fan), feeling his WINGS!!! I was literally touching them and just imagining how amazing it would feel to be surrounded by magic and beauty. And I wasn't even thinking about entering the void or anything. I was just feeling the vibezzz. Like, I know that it felt real, and that's what mattered.
Fast forward to a month and 3 weeks of doing SATS (Yes, I skipped some days, but WHO CARES? đ¤). And guess what happened? I woke up today, and BOOM! I was in the void! Like, I didnât even need to know how it happened, it just DID. I just said "Anything i say comes true exactly the way I want it." I said it over and over and over. Until I decided it was enough. Then I thought of leaving, and I was back in my room. Thank goodness I didn't think of leaving when I first entered, because this was literally like a lifetime opportunity I couldn't screw it up.
I actually had to safeguard myself, by saying "I am not impulsive". And the urge to say nonsense just disappeared ⨠That was the first thing I said when I woke up. So I wouldn't say any crazy shit. And so I was sitting there, ready to just start manifesting everything I ever wanted. I even started writing my script. maybe that was just an adrenaline rush.
But hereâs the thing...GUYS, NOW THAT IâM HERE....in my room with this "ability"...Iâm actually kinda missing my old self. Not the sad, desperate me, but the me who was SUPER EXCITED about just wandering around Velaris at night and dreaming of all this happening. Like, I actually miss that excitement. Looking through Pinterest and seeing the interior of a mansion, and be like "I'll be there soon", seeing pics of tasty food on instagram and saying "I'll eat that soon" I know it sounds crazy, but when you finally get everything you thought you wanted, itâs like...IDK...a little too perfect? đŹ
Like, I know this sounds wildâ and weird, but itâs TRUE. It's true for me right now. I'm gonna be blunt. The success story is not as exciting when youâre like actually living it, you know? Or maybe it's just me. Like, Iâm just over here typing this at 4 AM, feeling kinda melancholic. And kinda (scared). Yes, I wanna enjoy my desires, but... I don't know. I don't want to get too curious and stray from Velaris trying to find out the secret behind ALL of this. For goodness sake, this is crazy!!! My voice is a genie!. It's already bugging me now. I know, I KNOW, this is probably not what you expected from a success story, but Iâm being REAL.
Iâve written like 3 pages of my script so far, and Iâm just gonna finish it tomorrow. No rush. Because honestly? Rhysandâs not going anywhere. đ
And YOU can do this too. I know some of you might feel like âOh, itâs impossible, I keep failing!â but like, just take a second and realize YOU'RE ALREADY GETTING CLOSER THAN YOU THINK. I was stuck too, and look where I am now. Don't look at the part whereâ I'm kinda ungrateful. But the part where I'm finally gonna meet Rhysand. YOUâRE SO CLOSE. Itâs all coming together, trust me! đâ¨
But yeah, itâs 4 AM, Iâm gonna go back to bed now, lol. Donât let the void stress you out, okay? Take it easy. Youâve got this. â¨âđź
Also, love you kiwiiiđđđđ
SUCCESS STORY
XOXO | GOSSIP GIRL | XOXO | GOSSIP GIRL | XOXO | GOSSIP GRL
First of all, Iâm so happy for you and proud of you. You really put your foot down and gave yourself what you wanted.
I can understand what you mean when you say the success story isnât exciting when youâre actually living it. But when itâs right in-front of you, it doesnât feel like this out of reach thing youâve put on a pedestal anymore. Itâs just yours. And it feels normal.
But for some people, I think a big part of that came from the dopamine rush people would feel when theyâd tell themselves that theyâll have it one day. And when they have it in the 3D, they just feel peaceful with it because thereâs nothing to âchaseâ anymore.
I agree with most of what you said apart from âyouâre so closeâ. With the law of assumption there is no process. You ARE the void. Anyway enjoy having your desires. Iâm really happy for you!!đ Love you too beautiful âĽď¸
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possessive - george clarke~
synopsis: george has to collect a tipsy y/n after a night out with her friends - there he is introduced to one of her old coworkers.
notes: i managed to accidentally post this several times before finishing it lol (pain) đ thanks to anon for requesting this plot x
warnings: alcohol & angst (good resolution dw guys)
word count: 2.4k
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"are you almost ready?" george called out to y/n, who was in the bathroom finishing up her makeup. she knew her friends were here to collect her for their night out and george was just making sure she didn't end up keeping them waiting for too long. "yes, just give me a sec!" she replies, throwing a brush in the general direction of her makeup bag haphazardly.
"all done," she smiles, coming out of the bathroom, finishing touches all complete. "you look gorgeous y/n." george beams, wrapping his arms around her middle. "thank you." she returns the hug and gives him a quick kiss on the cheek before turning to walk towards the front door, with george following behind her. "have fun and be safe," he says, "and when you're ready to be picked up just give me a text." y/n nods, she was always grateful that he was willing to do things like that for her no matter what time of the night it was. "see you later then," she grins, a grin that he couldn't help but reciprocate, and steps outside to join her friends.
the pub that y/n's friends had chosen was a local one, but one that she had walked past countless times without ever giving it a second thought. she wasn't sure what to expect upon entering the establishment, but that didn't make her nervous. she had always thought that trying out new things or places was one of the things that kept life exciting.
once over the threshold, her senses were immediately flooded - loud music blaring from what appeared to be karaoke (something she anticipated she would have to pry her drunk friends away from later in the evening), several conversations, most of which were shouted in a desperate attempt to be heard over the music, and a strong smell of alcohol. at least, y/n thought, the people seemed to be enjoying themselves.
"we can either sit next to the speaker and go deaf or nearer to that group," one of her friends gestured to a fairly large group of rowdy guys near the bar, "and also go deaf." they all laugh at this, although their laughter was short-lived - the options really weren't good. "i vote anything but that," y/n scrunches her nose up thinking about the group - if they were already unpleasant from the safe distance at which she was observing them, god knows how insufferable it would be to spend a few hours practically on top of them.
after some deliberation, y/n and her friends settled on a table closer to the music. with everyone situated and ready for the night, a few of the girls made their way to the bar to grab some drinks.
"is that everything?" y/n questioned, scanning the array of drinks that had been poured for them. "seems about right," her friend shrugged, "we'll figure out if we ordered everyone something when we give them out." y/n nods, she was right. thankfully, enough of them had come to the bar to help out that what would have otherwise been a horrendous balancing act, was actually a swift and tidy transportation of drinks. y/n placed the last few glasses down on the table before turning to one of the girls and saying quietly, "i'm just going to pop to the toilet."
"do you want one of us to come with?" she asked, to which y/n shook her head - the bathroom wasn't far from where they were sitting and she wasn't worried about anything else. they had specifically chosen to sit across the room from the disruptive group of guys so she figured they wouldn't bother her.
either way, y/n decided she would move as quickly as possible, sliding past the few people nearby and into the room. she didn't want to spend more time than she needed to in there - pub toilets were unpleasant at the best of times and she also didn't really want to miss out on anything. nevertheless, she took a moment to freshen up - her makeup was still in position and her hair didn't seem to be so different from when she originally styled it so she simply gave her hands a wash and made for the door.
grabbing the cool metal handle, y/n threw the door open and set off with the intention of walking briskly back in the direction of her friends. instead, her stride was broken by a figure colliding with her as she stepped out of the bathroom. "oh!" she jumped back, her body flush with the door, "i'm so sorry." she exclaimed. the person, whom she had now realised was a man who had just come out of the bathroom himself, smiled warmly down at her. "don't worry, i wasn't really looking where i was going." y/n studied his face for a moment, she could've sworn she recognised him but she couldn't quite put her finger on where from. "sorry," she brushed a stray piece of hair out of her face, "do i know you from somewhere?" she paused, wondering if that had been a strange question, "i just feel like you look familiar," she added.
"you're y/n aren't you?" the man cocked his eyebrow, but didn't wait for a response. "we used to work together." realisation hit y/n, she couldn't believe she had managed to briefly forget him, they had spent almost every day for a number of years side by side. she couldn't even blame this one on alcohol. "of course!" she laughed at her own silliness and also in the hopes of relieving some tension - she was praying she hadn't offended him. "we had some good times." she smiled. much to her relief, he smiled back, "absolutely, i can't believe how much time has passed. i'd love to catch up with you." y/n liked the idea - she had to admit that she had wondered what he was up to and this would be the perfect opportunity to check in. however, she also recognised that she was here with her friends and it would be wrong to abandon them, especially when they were the ones that organised the evening.
"i'm kind of with people at the moment," y/n gave him an apologetic look, she had tried to word it kindly, in a way that didn't seem like a harsh refusal of his offer. "no worries, just whenever you have a free moment later on," he smiles, "drinks on me, of course." y/n returns the smile, "see you later then."
//
y/n could feel her head growing fuzzy and she could tell her friends felt the same, so it had been a collective decision to end the night there. with everyone calling taxis or friends to collect them, y/n decided to drop george a text to come and collect her in around half an hour's time. as promised, she found her way to her ex-coworker's table, telling herself that she could only accept one drink out of politeness and as to not hate herself too much the next morning.
"so what'll it be?" he asks grinning, digging into his pocket to find his wallet. "just whatever you're having," y/n slid into a chair and waited for him to return with the drink. soon enough, the drinks arrived and after getting over some initial awkwardness, they were back to chatting like old friends. y/n was so caught up in conversation that she hadn't realised george had texted her numerous times that he had arrived until he entered the pub himself and informed her.
"i've been trying to get you to come outside for a bit now," george says, approaching the table where they were sitting. he wasn't angry, he was aware that y/n would be caught up with her friends and therefore a little slower to check her phone, but he was confused. who was this guy? he'd met y/n's friends on countless occasions, and she often mentioned them, but this stranger hadn't ever seemed to come up in conversation. "i'm sorry," she looked up at him with flushed cheeks, the alcohol had definitely gotten to her. george was about to open his mouth to ask her who the mystery man was but before he could get there, she interjected, "this is my old coworker, from when i worked at the shop."
suddenly it made sense - maybe y/n had mentioned him in passing, he was sure she'd talked about her time at the shop a couple of times previously. "well nice meeting you," george didn't really feel like engaging in any formalities, all he really wanted was to get y/n home and go to bed. "we'd better get home." he smiled somewhat apologetically, and took y/n by the hand in an attempt to coax her to stand up. "honestly, please join us," the man, who george still didn't know the name of (nor did he really care to find out either), said. "we were only just beginning to catch up." george glanced at y/n, although he wasn't so sure if she was in a good position to be passing judgement.
"that would be nice," she smiled softly, "george?" she looked up at him with big eyes, eyes that he often found very hard to resist. george still wasn't sold on the idea. "are you sure? it's getting quite late now." he questioned, in the hopes that she would agree and they could go. he really was not a fan of how eager this guy was to spend time with her, and it was made worse by the fact that he hardly knew the guy. "please?" y/n tightened her grip on his hand, willing him to just take the seat next to her.
at this point, george obliged. it was clear y/n was enjoying herself and this guy didn't make her uncomfortable. it was not worth ruining her night and mood by forcing her to come with him. "alright." he said flatly, admittedly through gritted teeth. y/n raised an eyebrow at his tone but brushed it off, maybe he was just tired and besides, he absolutely could tolerate sitting down and talking for a short while.
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the more he talked, the more george was sure he couldn't stand the guy. the way he looked at y/n with such blind adoration in his eyes, the way he kept reaching out to touch her on the arm briefly during the conversation and his body language, completely focused towards y/n as if he wasn't there - it was all far too much.
george made a point of blatantly checking the time and announcing it to the table, "right, i think we should call it a night here?" he turned to y/n, who was obviously more tired than she had been when he first arrived, who solemnly agreed. george stood up first, quickly helping y/n up and wrapping his arm around her shoulder protectively. "thank you, that was a lovely evening," her former coworker smiled, "we should do this again y/n." the fact he had purposely left george out of the conversation, without even having the decency to offer an invite to him (or to any of her friends) confirmed every suspicion.
george's body stiffened, his grip on y/n tightening slightly. "i don't think that would be appropriate." he said calmly, masking how truly infuriating it was for him to be witnessing this behaviour. "we're leaving now." he didn't give y/n a chance to wave goodbye or say thank you to her old friend, and instead took off briskly towards the exit and to the car.
"what was that about?" y/n looked puzzled, to her the night had simply been catching up with someone from her past and nothing more. "could you seriously not tell?" george himself was dumbfounded, it was beyond him how she could be so oblivious. "tell what?" y/n snapped back at him, "all i could tell was that you hated him. your face was sour the entire night."
"well forgive me for not taking a liking to the guy who was practically undressing you with his eyes," george began to raise his voice, he didn't like getting angry and wouldn't ever want to upset y/n but it was impossible to contain his rage in the moment. "he was not!" y/n protested, "he is just an ex-colleague, what has gotten into you?"
"to you maybe," george still felt disgusted, "i mean, did you even notice that he was constantly trying to touch you?" y/n shook her head in disbelief, "i think you're being dramatic. even if he was flirting with me, why would it matter?" silence clung to the air. george stared at the ground helplessly, he knew that no matter the number of ways he tried to explain this to y/n she would just be adamant he wasn't making advances on her. "i like you not him." she reached out to touch him on the arm, "george, i'm not angry at you. i think i was just surprised."
y/n stepped closer to him carefully and slotted herself under his chin, wrapping her arms around him in the most reassuring hug she could muster - he did the same. "i'm sorry." he mumbled into her hair where he had buried his face, "it's hard to not get jealous when you have such a beautiful girlfriend." y/n grinned, "you are silly." she paused, contemplating whether or not to share her thoughts. "and for the record, i do think you are extra hot when you're jealous."
"oh?" george raised his eyebrow, "well, as long as you don't keep meeting up with random co-workers that definitely have a crush on you, i can live with that." he chuckled. "don't worry, you definitely scared him away." y/n laughed, "i am not at risk." george mocked offense, "hilarious y/n," he smiled sarcastically, guiding her towards the car and opening the passenger door for her to climb in before getting in himself.
"i do love you, you know," she stared out of the windscreen in thought. "i know you do, and i love you," george patted her knee, "let's just worry about getting you home now."
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surprise | myg
this is an extra chapter of the so it goes series.
âpairing: rapper!yoongi x reader
ârating: +18
âgenre: established relationship, ex fwb, angst, fluff
âwarnings/tags: implied smut, lots of angst, fluff, subtle talk about aborti0n, DONâT trust my poor knowledge in contraceptive methods and use condoms!! english is not my first language btw
âwords: 7.6k
a/note: this is proof that if you ask me enough, I'll finish writing my wips!! it's been a long time but I finally get to post the surprise drabble I've been planning and it makes me sososo happy to come back to this couple đ I missed them so much I just hope you missed them as much as I did!! BTW I was planning to post this after two other drabbles, so if you read any additional information it's because this was intended to be posted after that, but i wanted to post this so badlyđ so here it is!! hehe anyway enjoy!!
A few years ago, when you and Yoongi were beginning to be a thing and you still lived with your best friend, Nayeon, while he lived alone in his big apartment, he picked up this habit of begging you to stay the night with him every time you visited, even though he knew you couldnât. You used to say no, trying hard to ignore the way he kissed your neck and sneaked his hands under your blouse while explaining that, if you said yes, he was willing to wake up early and drive you to your first class the next day. You'd think that after the first or maybe even the second time he tried this, the effect would wear off, but you ended up agreeing every single time.
Back then everything was so new to him, he couldnât remember the last time he liked someone that much, he didnât know what was happening to him and why he wanted to spend every night with you, why he couldnât keep his hands off you. Sure you were pretty, sure you were beautiful and funny, and your lips tasted like strawberries and you looked at him like one else ever did, maybe it had something to do with that, who knew? The only thing he knew was that he felt like a teenager everytime you kissed him, or every time you ran your fingers through his hair or every time you were naked under him, or on top of him, or anywhere close to him for that matter.Â
It took Yoongi a few hits, ten drunk nights and way too many days to realize that you were the only thing that he needed, that the world only made sense if you were by his side.Â
With time, Yoongi learned to kiss slowly, to make love slowly, to take things with ease; he learned that you were going nowhere, but there were still those moments where he felt he couldnât get enough of you; like tonight, to be exact.Â
You were sure that in the last four years of dating Yoongi you had made it clear enough that you were a city girl, and you were certain your boyfriend knew that. You loved the noise and the chaosâthe people bumping into each other on the streets, the busy days and nights. It wasnât something you planned to give up anytime soon; this was the perfect time in your life to embrace the city's hustle. Youâd have plenty of time for a quiet life when you got older.
Yoongi liked the city tooâhe enjoyed the view from his apartment window and the convenience of ordering food at any hour of the night. But he also loved road trips and sleeping in the middle of nowhere in a tent, bonfires, fishing and swimming in lakes. Yoongi had always been into camping, but instead of planning a trip with his good old friend Seokjin, who didnât mind sleeping in a tent and loved fishing, he invited youâsomeone who hated bugs and couldnât stand the idea of walking more than three minutes to find a bathroom.
You were still trying to decide whether not being able to say no to Yoongi was a problem, but it was his last free week before going back on tour. When he looked at you with starry eyes and asked you to go on a trip with him, which included spending the last two days sleeping in a tent, you couldnât say no.
It was only two days, you were sure you could endure not sleeping in a proper bed for that long if that made him happy, you made the effort of not complaining just for tonight, after all you only had tickets to go visit him on tour in exactly five weeks, you were going to miss him.Â
It was easy not to complain when Yoongiâs plans for your last night together were exclusively romantic; he cooked for you, built a campfire and spent the rest of the night stargazing until it was too cold to be outside, and when you were inside the tent he made sure to have hot water bags under the blankets, but they were no use when he was determined to get you naked.Â
Did you mention that it was still winter?
Now you were trapped in a tent with him, straddling him as he kissed you deeply and gripped your thighs, begging you to ride him against your lips. That was when you started to complain.Â
You felt your whole body shivering when Yoongiâs warm hands pulled your t-shirt over your head, leaving you almost naked. You hugged your torso, attempting to cover your breasts as you sat straight on top of your boyfriend, who was comfortably laying on the sleeping bag, fully clothed.Â
âYoongi, Iâm cold.â You whined.
âCâmon, itâs going to wear offâ He tried to convince you, rubbing his palms over your shoulders to keep you warm. You shook your head, laying your head on his still clothed chest as he covered your bare back with the blanket. It was easy for him to say that when he was wearing sweatpants and a long sleeve t-shirt.Â
You knew that Yoongi was already missing you. He was fully aware that after tonight, he wouldnât see you for a whole month and he wanted to make it last as long as he could, to hold you and kiss you as much as you let him. He had gotten too used to youâused to sleeping and waking up next to you, having you all to himselfâbut it became a problem every time he had to leave for work, it was impossible not to miss you. You still had texts, calls and FaceTime, but he was also taking into account time difference, work, and the fact that all of that wasnât the real thing. And if you were honest, you were already missing him too.Â
âWhat if I catch a cold?â You mumbled over his shirt.Â
Yoongi kissed the top of your head, running his hands down your bare back and sending chills to your spine. How was he able to get you almost naked but you didnât even get the chance to take off his t-shirt? âItâs not that cold.â He said, not willing to give up.Â
You raised your head to look at him, frowning âSays the person whoâs still fully clothed.â
He huffed, flipping you over to leave you under him. Suddenly, warmth rushed over you as you felt his body hovering over your frame. He was quick to take off his own t-shirt, trying to make you happy, but he quickly realized that maybe you were right, it was fucking cold, but he wasnât going to back down.
âHappy now?â
âNo, itâs freezing out there!â You kept complaining âWhy do we have to do it without clothes? I donât mind clothes, I actually think that doing it while being dressed is quite hot.âÂ
You threw your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you. Even though you were in fact turned on from the kissing and grinding session you had a few moments ago, you still were thinking about the logistics of fucking inside the tent.Â
Yoongi scoffed, amused. âAnd I actually think that you being naked is quite hot, too.â He said, sneaking his face in the crook of your neck to trail down little kisses, nibbling the skin softly. âCâmon, baby. I wonât see you for weeks, let me make love to you.â
You tried not to roll your eyes. âYou had been using that excuse the whole trip.â And youâve fallen for it every time. His plans for this trip were very simple: fishing, camping and fucking you on every opportunity he had. It was not like you were against it, it has been a long time since you and him had time only for the two of you.Â
âBut isnât it true?â He gazed up, looking at you with his soft eyes, his hair falling like a curtain on his face. âIâm gonna miss you.âÂ
You took a second to observe the tenderness of his features, to take in the softness of his voice, and for a moment there you knew why it was so hard to say no to him, you just didnât want to say no.Â
You closed your eyes, scrunching your nose. âWe are gonna make such a mess.â You whined, but he just chuckled, knowing he won.
âIâll take care of it, I promise.â He said with a soft voice, reaching for your lips as he roamed his hands towards your chest. You didnât exactly know how he was going to âtake care of itâ, but his hands were gentle, the kiss was slow and when he opened his mouth to let his tongue slip past your lips, you were too into it to keep protesting about it.
As you sat on the cold bathroom floor of the home you shared with Yoongi, you tried to remind yourself of two basic things that you hoped would stop the sinking feeling in your chest. First, three weeks without Yoongi never killed anyone, this was something you knew from experience, Yoongiâs job demanded him to travel all the time, you were used to it, or at least you were supposed to be. Second, you were an independent woman (right?). You have been an independent woman since you were eighteen when you moved to Seoul alone, since you started a new life in a new city on your own. You woke up at six am everyday, worked hard your whole shift, paid the bills every month and managed to keep your house in order every day of the week. Sure, you loved Yoongi, and he loved you, and you could never imagine a life without him, but you didnât need him, you wanted him. He wasnât an extension of you, you were your own person, but why did you feel like the world was about to end right now if he was not there?
Crying your heart out like a five year old kid, you remembered the only time you had to take a pregnancy test, and how it looked nothing like this.Â
Four years ago when you and Yoongi still didnât kiss in front of your friends, when he still thought twice before holding your hand in public but still had the nerve of sneaking in your bed. That seemed like a hundred years ago, a universe away, but no, it was not too long ago when you were stubborn and kind of irresponsible for agreeing with him as he kissed your neck and ran his hands down your thighs while asking you if it was okay for him to âpull outâ that night, since both of you completely forgot about condoms. You winced at the memory, but in your defense, you were too far gone to say no, take a cold shower and kiss him goodnight. You agreed only for that night, but three weeks later you were three days late and losing your mind, the only logical thing to do was to take a pregnancy test that, of course, came negative, but to this day you couldnât shake the anxious feeling that you felt in your stomach those minutes before the negative sign appeared, and you couldnât forget how pale Yoongiâs face turned when you told him about it.Â
And now you were there, one hand covering your face while the other held a pregnancy testâonly this time, it was positive.Â
The one on your hand wasnât the only one, no. There were two other positive tests laying on the floor in front of you, and even if you wanted to not trust the results, they couldnât be all wrong, right? The plus sign was very clear in each one of them and you were five days late. The problem was that you were on the pill, you had been on the pill for the last couple years and this never happened to you, this wasnât something normal or a simple mistake.Â
You breathed out, trying not to panic. You got up on your bare feet to look at yourself in the mirror. You were a mess, that was not a surprise at all, your face was all swollen for the amount of time you have been crying and your hair was a big nest above your head. You washed your face, attempting to remain calm and evaluating your options. You glanced at your phone resting on the sink, and an overwhelming urge to call your mother surged within you, but as you imagined how the conversation would go, you quickly realized it wouldnât be a good idea.
Your mother was not nosy, but she could be a little dense, a bit complicated, and it was not what you needed right now. You were sure that calling her while having a mental breakdown was going to drive her crazy, and consequently, drive you crazy too. She would want to know every single detail, date, place and hour to understand the situation better, and you would have to explain something you didnât even understand yet. You could imagine the conversation, she would try to explain every contraceptive method like you were a teenager and ask why you didnât use a condom, because you knew she would ask, and you didnât want to explain to her how you went on vacation with your boyfriend to have a bunch of condomless sex, the thought alone made you want to vomit.Â
Calling your mother was not an option, not only because talking to her on the phone was complicated enough, but because she was in a different city, which brought you to discard calling Nayeon too, who was on vacation with her boyfriend (yes, boyfriend, that sounded ridiculous to you, too.)Â
The last option was something you couldn't even fathom doing unless you were desperate, but you know what they say, desperate times call desperate measures, so you blew your nose, brushed your hair and called the only person in this city who would come running without asking any questions, Jungkook.
Breaking the news to the person in front of you wasnât easy, especially when the words you needed to say were as unreal as they sounded. You didnât look much better, you spent the next thirty minutes that Jungkook took to arrive crying, as Holly, the brown fluffy dog, looked at you like you just went mad, the worst thing was that you werenât far from it. It was difficult to keep it together when your mind refused to look at the bright side of things, when you couldnât call your mom and Yoongi was in another country, but when Jungkook rang your bell and entered through the door, you tried your best to smile at him and act like you werenât in the middle of a mental breakdown.Â
Your act wasnât convincing, your friend looked at you like you were about to tell him that you killed someone and you needed help to hide the body.
You would have never recur to a man other than Yoongi for this kind of situation, but you decided to trust your ten years of friendship with the man in front of you and hope that he could be of any help.Â
âYou are what?â Said Jungkook, standing in the middle of the living room with his eyes wide open, trying to understand the meaning of your words.
There, in your pajamas and your hands on your hips, you closed your eyes shut, sighing. âJungkookâŚâ You said through gritted teeth.Â
âIâm serious.â He said, letting his backpack drop to the floor. âI crossed half the city to get here, are you not kidding me right now?â
âIâm serious, too!â You whined âIâm not kidding, I donât know what to do.â
He slowly approached you, walking towards the couch to take a seat. He suddenly felt his blood pressure dropping, his stomach sinking and his mouth dry as if he was the one developing a human organism inside his body. âAre you sure?â He murmured. âAre you not having one of those crises you had when you were a teenager? I remember that time in college when you freaked out when you thought you were pregnant because some guy-â
âJungkook, Iâm sure.â You interrupted him, already knowing the whole story, but this time it was not just you overreacting. âMy period is late and I took three tests, all positive.âÂ
He gulped, letting the room fall silent for a few seconds as both of you contemplated what that meant. You knew he was trying his best not to freak out, so you were grateful for his reaction, at least he didnât faint like you expected him to do, but he was still white as a sheet, trying to find a solution in his head as though you had told him he was the one who was going to be a father.
âWhat are we gonna do?â He said under his breath.
âWhat am I gonna do?â You corrected him, sitting next to him âYou are supposed to help me.âÂ
Jungkook took one hard look at you, looking terrified. âHow?â
âGod, I shouldnât have called you.â You rolled your eyes.Â
âNo, I mean, what do you want to do?â He said. âDid you tell Yoongi?â
âOf course not.â You replied, feeling your eyes getting teary, but still trying to hold back.Â
âDo you want to⌠tell him?â He continued to ask.Â
You sniffed âI mean, I donât know how.â You pouted âIâm seeing him in two weeks, I donât know if I can wait that long.âÂ
He threw himself back against the couch, sinking in the cushions. It was like Jungkookâs life flashed before his eyes, how come he was discussing this with you right now? He still felt like you were kids, there was no way you were pregnant right now. âHow did this happen?â He murmured to himself, looking at the blank wall in front of him.Â
âIs it necessary for me to explain it?â You cried, snuggling closer to him as you rested your head on his shoulder.Â
âDid you not use condoms?â He scolded you like he was your mother.Â
You shifted your weight uneasily, eyes darting down to your socks. âWe donât⌠use condoms.â You cleared your throat, the words coming out hushed and hesitant. âIâm on the pill, I donât know what happened.â
On second thought, that wasnât something Jungkook wanted to know. It was like finding out how his parents had sex, he squirmed at the thought, shifting in his place. âCan you not call your doctor?â He suggested, his voice laced with uncertainty.
You paused, considering it. It was probably the most logical thing Jungkook could say, but you werenât sure if your doctor could do anything about it.
âEven if I call her and tell her what's going on, itâs not like I can get a refund.â You huffed, a dry smile tugging at your lips.
He raised an eyebrow. âWellâŚâ he began, dragging the word out. âIn some way, you could get a refund.â You blinked at him, opening your eyes wide in surprise. âI mean only if you want to!â
You were so nervous you wanted to laugh. It wasnât like the thought didnât cross your mind for a moment, but only when you tried to evaluate your options; if you were being honest, you couldnât see yourself getting rid of the babyâor whatever organism had been living rent-free in your body for the past three weeks. Jungkook looked terrified that you might explode at him, especially when it seemed like you were on the verge of tears, but his question made you think, if you didnât want to get rid of it, what was that you wanted to do?
You sank your shoulders, feeling completely lost. âThatâs the problem.â You murmured âI donât know if I want a refund.âÂ
Jungkook stood still for a moment, his eyes softening as he watched you. His thoughts swirled, trying to grasp the weight of your words.Â
"Would Yoongi want a refund?" He asked, his tone lighter than before, but the sincerity in his voice was unmistakable. Despite the attempt at humor, his eyes betrayed the concern he was masking with the joke.Â
A shaky exhale left your lips, the weight of uncertainty pulling you down. âI donât knowâŚâ Was the only thing you could say.Â
âBut do you know if Yoongi wanted⌠kids?â He said as if that was a forbidden word. âI mean, do you want them?â
It wasnât like you didnât know what Yoongi wanted. You sighed, suddenly remembering all those times when the idea of a family came up in conversations, between drunken thoughts, before falling asleep, at dinner with his parents and on the ride home when he apologized on his motherâs behalf when she asked when you were going to give her grandchildren. His soft eyes, his hand on your tight and the view of the future laying in front of you like a promise. The thought warmed your heart for a moment, but the truth was that there was a difference between talking about it and actually having kids.
âWeâve talked about itâŚâ You admitted. âBut weâve never planned it, let alone now that heâs on tour.âÂ
Jungkook hummed, still thinking.Â
âBut you both agreed to have kids at some point.â He affirmed, and you just nodded.Â
It was in that moment where you realized you were crying again, tears slowly falling down your cheeks as you stood in silence, contemplating the overwhelming weight of the situation.Â
âFuck, donât cry.â Jungkook said, rushing to wrap his arms around you, he enveloped you in a tight hug. As soon as you buried your face into his chest, something inside you gave away. You began sobbing against his hoodie, the tears flowed freely and uncontrollable, unable to hold yourself back. âCâmon, itâs okay, youâre okay. Nothing badâs gonna happen.â His voice was soft but firm, holding you tightly. He pulled back just enough to look at you, his thumb gently wiping away a tear from your cheek, his gaze filled with nothing but concern. âYou donât need to have it all figured out right now. Letâs go step by step, okay?â
You nodded, feeling like a kid lost in the mall. âOkay, if you want to see him as soon as possible, you have to change your flight first.â He said, but you shook your head, trying not to panic.Â
âHeâs going to ask why.â You said, your voice hoarse âWhat am I going to tell him?â
He kept silent, his eyes fixed on a distant point as he was trying to come up with a solution.Â
âLetâs not tell him.â He proposed.
âWhat do you mean letâs not tell him?â
âIâm leaving for tour next weekend, you should come with me and not tell him.â He kept going âSay that you missed him and you wanted to surprise him or some shit like that, and when you get him alone you talk to him about this.âÂ
Now you were reminded that Jungkook had to leave to join Yoongi on tour in just a few days, you completely forgot about that. It was not like you couldnât get on an airplane alone, but if your friend was going to be there you were sure it would make things easier.Â
You couldnât believe it. After so many years you were there, sad and upset and still with the same idiot as a friend, willing to follow whatever plan he was going to make for you. You didnât know if the plan actually sounded good or you were losing your mind for listening to Jungkook.
âJungkook, Yoongi texts me all the time, he facetimes me everyday. Itâs impossible to travel to another country without him noticing.â
âItâs not impossible, Iâm gonna help you.â He insisted âIf he texts you, you say youâre at home, if he wants to facetime you, you say youâre busy, turn off your location, it shouldn't be difficult.â
âIt is difficult, what if he realizes I turned off my location?â You groaned, running your finger through your hair exasperatedly.Â
âYou say it stopped working or something! Câmon, I thought you were smarter than me.â
You threw yourself back against the couch, crossing your arms on your chest, it was almost comical that you were considering the idea. Your friend could sense the hesitation in every move you made, he could only hope that you agreed because his mind couldnât come up with another idea if his life depended on it.Â
âJungkook, if he suspects anythingâŚâ You raised a finger, digging it on his chest.Â
âHe wonât suspect a thing,â He affirmed confidently. âWhen have any of my plans ever gone wrong? Never. Trust me, by the time you get back home, youâll have already decided to name your baby after me.â
You rolled your eyes, unable to hide your laugh and punching him in the arm playfully. The tension was still there, and you still felt an inexplicable ache in your chest that wasnât going away anytime soon, but being there with Jungkook made you feel that this wasnât the end of the world, nor of your life, but the beginning of it. Â
Jungkook's plan wasnât the master plan he had been bragging about the whole airplane ride, but it worked. A few days later, after a few calls and arrangements to change your flight, after another three mental breakdowns and several crying sessions in the shower, you had somehow arrived in Berlin without Yoongi suspecting a thing. You had managed to dodge facetime calls and weird questions, maybe Yoongi missed you so much that he didnât have time to question why you couldnât wait two more weeks to see him when you arrived at the hotel and hugged in the hall, because, if he were honest, he couldnât wait two more weeks to see you either.Â
Yoongi was happy with the surprise, you went to see his show that night and after arriving to his hotel room he made love to you like he hadnât seen you in a year, kissing your neck, grabbing your waist, murmuring things in your ear, saying how much he loved you, how much he missed you. For a moment it was like nothing changed, the two of you sharing what happened these last three weeks tangled between sheets, laughing between kisses as you ignored why you were there in the first place.Â
âYou canât keep spending time away from me.â He said, hovering over you as he left a small kiss on your lips. âIâll keep you in my pocket if itâs necessary.âÂ
You sighed, knowing that you couldnât keep this a secret for much longer, but for tonight, youâll let it slide.Â
You didnât know when you were returning home, but you promised yourself that before leaving for the next city, you would have to break the news to Yoongi, which was becoming more difficult by the second, because if you were good at something, that was procrastinating. It was absurd, a few days ago you were crying because all you wanted to do was to have your boyfriend by your side and now you couldnât even look him in the eye without feeling like you were about to throw up, and your mind wasnât helping at all. All those doubts invaded your head, attempting to drive you crazy, making you believe you were not ready to tell him yet.
Three days later, when you finished the last show in Berlin, Jungkook gave you a knowing look as you were leaving the arena holding Yoongiâs hand. He knew that you havenât said a thing to Yoongi yet, he was all over you like he was your mother, asking you if you were okay, if you needed anything, when you were going to tell Yoongi, it almost made you regret telling him, but you knew he was right.Â
A night was all you needed, just one night to gather your thoughts and practice what you were going to say. You couldnât keep declining glasses of wine forever, you could only hope no one noticed how weird you were acting, how sensitive you were since you stepped foot out the plane. Time was running out; you knew that when Yoongi invited you to an after-party before the whole crew left Berlin. Instead of telling him the truth, you simply said you werenât in the mood to go, hoping that your time alone would help to gather enough courage to confess.
You werenât trying to keep Yoongi with you, you told him a million times that he should go without you and that there was no problem with it. You hid under the blanket and hugged your body, watching him change his shirt into a black tee. He ran his finger through his hair in an attempt to tame it, looking at himself into the mirror and stealing a glance towards your reflection. He knew you too well not to notice the sad expression on your face as you scrolled through your phone, searching for a Disney movie to watch while he was out. He turned around, approaching the bed and kneeling beside you to catch your eyes.Â
âAre you sure you donât want to come?â He asked once again.
âYeah, I just need one night.â You said, which was true. You needed a few more moments to finish fighting with your own thoughts.Â
âBut are you okay?â He continued to ask, cupping your jaw in his palm.
âOf course, why wouldnât I be?â The words came out of your mouth with more emotion than you intended to, he couldnât ignore it.Â
âI donât know⌠You look like you want me to stay.â
There was a beat of silence in the room. The sweetness of his voice broke your heart into a million pieces. You couldnât say yes and make him stay just because you were feeling down and you really had no problem with him leaving, but you didnât have the heart to tell him no either. You were full of contradictions, wanting to be alone but wanting to be with him at the same time, something in your chest pulled, wanting him close.Â
âWhat makes you think that?â You murmured, fighting the urge to cry. God, you were too sensitive.
âMmm⌠The Disney movie kinda gives you away.â
You huffled, playing with the fingers of his hands without looking at him. âI donât want to ruin your fun⌠You should go, I mean it.â
He scoffed âYou wonât, thereâs going to be a bunch of parties until the tour ends, this one is nothing.â
âTheyâll miss youâŚâ
âYouâll miss me, too.â
âBut do you want to stay, though?â You asked him a whisper.Â
âOf course I want to⌠But you have to let me choose the movie.â He warned, automatically making you giggle.
Letting Yoongi choose the movie was the worst decision you have made in the last week so far, but you felt grateful he couldnât see you as he hugged your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder, because as the ending of Inside Out approached, you were sure you were about to cry.Â
When you arrived at the airport you promised yourself not to cry anymore, not in front of Yoongi at least, but your body was full of emotions you didnât even know you could feel. It was certain that youâve always been a sensitive person, you cried at the drop of a hat, Yoongi was familiar with that, but now it was impossible to stop it.Â
Youâd stopped paying attention to the screen entirely; one by one, your darkest thoughts crept in, pressing heavily on your chest. The feelings youâd tried so hard to bury rose up, churning uneasily in your stomach, and when you least expected it, tears began to fall down your cheeks.
A sob escaped from your lips at the same time the main character began to cry, making your boyfriend shift in his place.Â
âAre you crying?â Yoongi suddenly asked, softly grabbing your shoulder to turn you around. He looked at your face, at first amused, thinking you were crying because of the movie. But his expression softened when he saw the sadness in your eyes and the damp lashes heavy with tears. You covered your face, unable to hold back, and the sobs came harder, each one swallowing the words you couldnât say. âHey, hey, whatâs wrong?â He reached for your arms, attempting to pull them away from your face, but you turned away, burying your face in the pillow.
âNothing,â You lied, desperate to avoid this conversation again. âIâm just⌠emotional, I donât know.â Your voice cracked, hoarse, as the emotions you were trying to hide slipped through.
Yoongi was confused, but mostly worried. You had been weird since the day you arrived, he would be a fool not to notice.Â
He turned the light of the lamp on the nightstand, illuminating the room with a soft orange light and turned the tv off.Â
âHey, look at me.â He softly said, brushing your hair with his fingers, it only made you want to cry harder. âI know somethingâs up, Iâm not a dummy.âÂ
You turned to him, hitting him with the most heartbreaking sight he could witness, your face soaked in tears, nose and eyes red as you pouted at him. What was so wrong to make you cry like that?
âWhat do you know?â Was the only thing you could say, daring to be upset at him when he hadn't done anything wrong.Â
He frowned at your tone. âWell, I know that you suddenly came here two weeks earlier just because. You are weird, you almost donât eat, your suitcase is almost untouched like youâre going to leave anytime soon, you look⌠sad? I donât know, baby, you tell me.â
You kept silent for a second, wiping the tears with the sleeve of your t-shirt. Uncomfortable, you sat in the bed, taking a deep breath as your mind completely blanked. You didnât realize yet, but there was no way to get out of this one.
Contrary to popular belief, your boyfriend was kind of a dummy. You confirmed it when he decided to say the following words.Â
âIs it because of Lily?â He said, making you dart your eyes at him. âYou donât like her being here?Â
You couldnât blame Yoongi for not understanding why you were crying, but the suggestion that you were jealous of one of his coworkers made you want to punch him. Lily was one of the new producers at Yoongiâs label, and a few months ago, Yoongi had noticed that you were starting to feel uneasy about the amount of time she was spending with him, which led him to realize that you were beginning to feel unexpectedly jealous of her. Yes, that was a whole deal back then, but it was water under the bridge now; the fact that she was touring with him and the boys didnât faze you. The idea that he thought you were crying because of her was ridiculous.Â
âYoongi, are you kidding me?â
âNo, Iâm not.â He defended himself. âThe last time I saw you we were fine, but now youâre here crying and I donât have a clue what I did wrong.â
Suddenly, you felt your heart sink. He hadnât done anything wrong; it was you who was an emotional wreck, struggling to keep your feelings in check. A wave of guilt washed over you for the mess youâd just created, convinced there must have been ways to prevent all this conflict. But now, all you could do was sit there, tangled in the aftermath of your own emotions.
You sighed, defeated. âYou didnât do anything wrong.â You said âAnd itâs not about Lily, I couldnât care less about that⌠Itâs just that- ⌠YoongiâŚâ
âBabyâŚâ He said in the same tone as you, âWhat is it?â
As Yoongiâs gentle question hung in the air, you felt a knot tighten in your chest. The truth sat heavy on your tongue, you glanced away, fidgeting with the edge of your sleeve, buying time as your thoughts spiraled. âYoongi, my period is late.â You confessed, observing Yoongiâs eyes go wide, his brows lifting in surprise as he tried to understand what he just heard. âItâs been a week now, I donât know what happened. I tried to wait, but I had to take a testâ
 âA test?â he asked, voice low, surprise flickering in his eyes.
âA pregnancy test, Yoongi.â You said, trying not to roll your eyes. âI took three damn tests.â
âAnd what-... what happened?â He asked, his voice unsteady, eyes fixed on yours.
The room felt suddenly smaller, the air thick with unspoken fears and questions. A quiet stillness settled between you both, there was a weight to the silence, stretching out the seconds as you waited for whatever words would come next.
âI mean, guess what happened,â you whispered. Before you could finish the sentence, you got up and reached for the zipper on your suitcase pocket. Your hand closed around the large object, and you felt his eyes on the back of your neck, following you as you moved around the hotel room. Returning to the bed, you sat down and handed him the pregnancy test.
Yoongi didnât know anything about pregnancy testsâheâd never needed to. Heâd always been careful, using protection with every girl heâd been with, including you, until things had started to get serious. So no, he wasnât familiar with the variety of pregnancy tests out there. But now, here he was, staring at a white stick with a tiny screen, showing a clear positive sign, which could only mean one thing.
Yoongiâs hands trembled slightly as he held the pregnancy test, his gaze locked onto the tiny screen, staring at it for a moment, speechless. His heartbeat thundered in his ears, loud enough that he thought you might hear it. Now everything made sense, how you said you were nauseous in the morning, each time you refused to drink wine, how you looked like you were about to cry when you saw a stroller with twins this afternoon at the park. How could he not notice?
You pressed your lips together, feeling the familiar sting of tears welling up once more. A small, shaky hiccup escaped your lips, breaking the silence and snapping him out of his daze. âNo, no, no,â He murmured urgently, setting the test aside and pulling you close, lifting you effortlessly onto his lap. His arms wrapped around your waist as you buried your face in your hands, trying to hold back the tears. âHey, thereâs no reason to cry,â He whispered, gently guiding your face up, his fingers lifting your chin as he coaxed your hands away. âCâmon, look at me.â His voice was soft, reassuring, his gaze full of warmth and understanding.
âI donât know how it happened.â You blurted out, your voice shaking with uncertainty.
âThat doesnât matter now, why didnât you tell me?â He asked, you could tell he was trying to remain calm by the soft tone of his voice, but his face had gone as white as paper, like heâd just seen a ghost.
âI arranged the flight to see you as soon as possible, but... I was scared. I didnât know what to say. I still donât,â you admitted, your words barely a whisper.
âBaby, you donât have to be scared, okay? You can tell me anything.â He assured you, his hand gently squeezing yours. But the uneasy feeling in your stomach refused to go away.
âI know, but⌠we havenât planned for this,â you murmured, glancing down. âIt just⌠came out of nowhere.â
âWell, it didnât exactly come out of nowhere. These things can happen,â he said gently, a faint smile tugging at his lips. You groaned, burying your face in his chest.
âBut it wasnât supposed to happen,â you whined, your voice muffled against him. âI didnât expect this at all. I was drowning in work when I found out. Iâm stressed, Iâm lost, I donât know what to do⌠and I miss my mom.â The words tumbled out in a frantic ramble, and you were so caught up in your thoughts that you didnât even notice the soft laugh he let slip.
âYou miss your mom?â he asked softly, careful not to upset you further.
âYes!â you cried, voice cracking. âI feel like a kid lost in the supermarket.â
He shook his head gently and brushed away your tears with his thumbs, pulling you closer. âBabyâŚâ he began, his tone soothing.
âYoongiâŚâ you whispered, lifting your head to meet his gaze. His expression was still worried, but the warmth in his eyes was reassuring.
âYouâre right, we didnât plan this. But weâve talked about it before, and you have options. Whatever you choose, Iâll be right here beside you, no matter what. You know that, donât you?â He searched your eyes for confirmation, and you nodded, feeling the ache in your chest begin to ease.
As his words sank in, a new wave of emotions stirred inside you. The weight of worry and loneliness began to ease, replaced by a warmth that softened the ache in your chest.
âBut⌠what do you think?â you asked softly. You knew that whatever you decided would ultimately be your choice only, but you needed to know what was going on in his mind.
He sighed, a hint of hesitation in his expression. âI mean⌠weâre not sixteen, baby. Weâre adults, weâre about to buy a house together, and we love each other.â
âWell, those are just facts,â you replied, searching his face. âWhat I mean is⌠do you want this, now?â
It was hard for Yoongi to believe you were really asking this. There you were, sitting on his lap with swollen eyes and a red nose from crying, asking him if he wanted to start a family with youâas if that hadnât been his dream all along. Of course he felt like the life he had been living was going to completely change from now on. It was terrifying, but he couldnât help but feel excited at the same time.Â
âI've always wanted it, are you serious?â He laughed, the sound light but filled with disbelief. âAnd I only want it with you, havenât I made it clear enough?â
Those were the main differences between the two of you: while he was calm, always taking a moment to think before acting, you were emotional and, more often than not, let your feelings take control of your actions. It was only in that moment that you realized how irrational youâd been. There wasnât a world where Yoongi didnât want this, and there certainly wasnât a world where you didnât want it either.
âI want it, too,â you whispered, your voice trembling as you fought back tears.
âThen why are you crying, huh?â he asked gently, squeezing your face in an attempt to lighten the mood.
âBecause...â you said, struggling to catch your breath. âMaybe you didnât think it was the right time... Youâre on tour right now.â
He frowned, his expression softening with concern. âI wonât be on tour forever...â
âI know, but... weâre not married. What would your parents think?â
He let out a laugh, clearly unable to believe that was a real concern of yours. âYouâre not seriously thinking about my parents right now, are you?â
âHow could I not?â you said, raising your eyebrows. âWhat if they force us to marry? God, I donât want to be one of those couples who only marry because the girl is suddenly pregnant!â
He laughed even harder, shaking his head. âOh my god, baby, no oneâs forcing us to do anything!â He grinned, clearly finding your worry amusing. âIf we ever get married, it wonât be because anyone pressured me. Trust me.â He paused, happy to see that the worried expression abandoned your face. âBesides, my parents love you, you have no idea how happy theyâll be once they know. Married or not.â
âYoongi, it canât be that simple.âÂ
âBut it is.â
You sighed, feeling like all the mess youâd made was for nothingâand thank God it was. Youâd been so caught up in your own despair that you hadnât realized everything in your life was falling into place for this to happen. Yoongi was right. You were about to move into a bigger home, you had your job, Yoongi had his, and you loved each other. You've always wanted it, this was the perfect moment for this to happen. Why had you been so worried?Â
âYouâre right, it is.â You finally admitted, letting your body rest against him.Â
Yoongi laughed, gently grabbing you by your hips and laying you on the bed, kissing you softly. âYou donât have to worry, baby, not with me.â
âI know.â You breathed out, feeling like a weight was lifted off your shoulders. âBut I am-⌠Iâm so scared. How am I gonna have a baby? It sounds crazy.â
âOf course it does, it is.â He said âIâm terrified, too, but weâre together, right? Nothing bad can happen if we have each other.â
You nodded, feeling your chest unclench. âI guess you're right,â you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. âI just... needed to hear you say it.â
Yoongi smiled, leaning down to steal another kiss from you, this time deeper, longer. âI love you, baby, donât you know that?â
You brushed your nose against his, nodding. âI love you, too, bubba.â
âCâmon, baby, stop crying.â He said, making you laugh.Â
#fic: so it goes#yoongi x reader#yoongi fanfiction#yoongi fanfic#bts x reader#bts smut#min yoongi fanfic#min yoongi x oc#yoongi fic recs#yoongi imagine#yoongi fluff#yoongi smut#yoongi fic#bts masterpost#bts fic rec#yoongi bts#bts one shot
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MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD
pairing: virgin!choso x experienced!fem reader x experienced! gojo
genre: smut (dassit)
warnings: MDNI established relationship between reader and gojo, sub!choso x dom!reader kinda?, perv!Choso, neck kissing, dry humping, threesome, you turn Cho into a sex addict, pussy eating, degradation, masturbation (m), LOTS of cum, overstimulation, mention of shower sex, blah blah blah, just super FILTHY all porn and a smidge of plot take these warnings with a grain of salt, nothing is real, everything is fake
word count: 3.3K
A/N: honestly donât ask where the idea came from bookieâŚjust enjoy it đ
At the start of last year, Choso moved in with you and Gojo. Gojo pitched the idea to you when Choso needed somewhere to stay and said heâd rather offer his home first if you were fine with it. You knew how close they were and how much Choso meant to him so of course youâd agree. Youâd met his best friend on multiple occasions and he was such a nice guy, pretty reserved but always nice.
How could you say no? The small addition of his good friend wouldnât soil anything; the more the merrier. You had an extroverted personality, so one more person to listen to your rants after work or someone else to beat at UNO made you excited. It would be like having a sleepover with your best friends but they lived with you.
You felt a bit bad for Choso though, having to deal with how open you and Gojo were with your relationship. No matter the time of day or who was in ear shot, if Gojo wanted to fuck you, he was going to do it.
Of course that meant Choso occasionally walking in on you two when you werenât in the confines of your bedroom. Gojo eating you out on the kitchen counter, your head hanging off the arm of the couch as Gojo stuffed your throat; anywhere, anytime.
This would never fail to bloom a bright red blush all over Chosoâs face because why wouldnât it? But you were aware of his âsecretâ. He would stand just around the corner sometimes or press his ear against the wall just to hear your gags and moans. He thought neither of you noticed but what he didnât know is that you and Gojo would put on a show just for him. When you mentioned this to your boyfriend he told you how Choso was still a virgin so his actions werenât so surprising. Now of course there was nothing wrong with that, but Choso knew there was no joining in on the fun like he wanted to because he was too scared to be made fun of.
But oh how hard it was to fight off the temptation. Most times, it would end with him running to go jerk off in his room and stop just before he came. Heâs never gotten past edging himself even though he really wanted to. To him, it just didnât feel complete if he couldnât finish on or in someone, but specifically you.
You had been away from the house for 2 weeks visiting family while your cousins were in town. A friend dropped you in front of the house and Gojo was already walking outside to greet you. You excitedly hopped out the car to run up to him. He captured you in a hug with your legs wrapped on him as he spun you around. You waved goodbye to your friend and your lips were on Gojoâs as soon as she pulled off.
âOh baby, I missed you so much~â Gojo spoke as he carried you through the front door.
âI missed you too baby, I donât think I couldâve handled another day without you.â You planted another kiss on his lips. âI missed Cho too, where is he?â
âUpstairs. Heâs been asking when you were coming back almost every day. Guess you were his âfood for thoughtâ huh?â He sat you on the island in the kitchen and let your arms drape around his neck.
âPoor thing, he really gets no action huh?â A smirk spread on your face as you looked at Gojo. âLetâs go check on him, sure heâd be glad to know Iâm back.â
You both went upstairs and knocked on Chosoâs door to be met with a groan as an answer. When you announced that you were coming in and pushed the door open, he was sitting on his bed with no shirt and a hand under his blanket. His laptop sat open next to him, moans playing lowly from the speaker. He looked up at you and paused whatever video he watched and halted the movement under the covers.
âHi Cho~ what are you doing?~â you strut over to him, sitting at the edge of his bed, Gojo leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed.
âUmmâŚn-nothing?â Once again sprouting a beet red, his face was hot and his dick was twitching in his hand. You were so close to him, acting like you didnât just walk in on him masturbating.
âWould you like some help Cho? I donât mind helping you out. Iâm sure youâd love to cum right now right? And Iâm so so horny after being away for so long.â Your fingers danced across where you knew his thigh would be and watched his breath hitch.
âI-IâŚyes.â His heart beat so fast that his ears almost started ringing. He was going to get what he wanted without asking; you offered.
âWhat do you say Satoru? Do you mind if I help out our dear friend Cho?â
Finally he moved from the doorway and fully entered the room. He walked over to you, grabbing you by the jaw as you looked up at him. âOf course not baby, I think he needs it.â
Choso swallowed thickly when you stood up and removed your bottoms and panties in one quick motion. Another twitch as he watched you, full pussy on display, this time for him.
âYou sure youâre comfortable with this Cho? You can always say no if you donât want it or youâre not ready.â You gave him one last chance to speak up if he needed to, making sure he knew nothing had to happen immediately if thatâs what he preferred. You would respect his decision; yay or nay.
âIâm sure, please.â
Oh this would be fun. You moved the blanket to see that he still wore his boxers and he was fully pressed against them. You closed his laptop and handed it to Gojo so he could put it somewhere safe. You crawled on top of Choso and sat right on top of his clothed dick, earning a small groan from him. You smiled down at him and he smiled back feeling a small amount of relief having some pressure on top of him.
You held down his hands by his head and slowly ground down on him. He felt so good rubbing over your clit as he slightly bucked his hips up. You pressed down on him a bit harder and sped up the pace.
âA-aah fuckâŚâ he threw his head back and cursed at you internally for holding him down like this. He wanted to touch you, feel your round and plump boobs in his hands. They looked so soft and supple peaking from the top of your shirt.
âFeel good Cho?â You bent down and whispered in his ear, your breath hot against his skin. You couldâve sworn he got harder, feeling his dick cover more of your pussy as you continued to hump on him. You kissed on his neck, licking, sucking and biting. It was driving him crazy that it felt so good even though it felt so foreign.
He never thought feeling your pussy glide over his dick with his boxers still on would feel as good as it did. He didnât know what he thought, he didnât know anything but it didnât matter because it was worth the wait of not cumming all those days before.
You felt lips on your back. It sent tingles down your spine feeling the wet, sloppy kisses trail down your body. As good as it felt to be moving on Choso like this, nothing could beat the way Gojo made you feel. Instead of dragging your hips down as far as you could go, you made shorter and rougher movements.
âFuuuuuck oh my goooodâ
You could feel Chosoâs breathing pick up and his skin burned against where you laid your head in the crook of his shoulder. âGo ahead Choso, cum, let it all out, I know you can do it.â You sucked on his neck some more, giving him a hickey and making him moan. You licked the new red and purple spot and blew air on it.
He suddenly overpowered the grip you had on him and held your hips down against him as his body jerked, cum spurting and making a mess all over the fabric of his boxers. You continued to move over him just a lot slower to help him come down from his high. You looked into his blown out eyes and leaned back down to kiss him and rub your hands down his bare chest.
âThat feltâŚamazing.â He looked at you when you broke the kiss. Would he be crazy for saying you looked so much prettier than you usually do? Was that an after effect of finally getting to cum, or does Gojo always feel this way too?
You chuckled and reached between your bodies having made a mess of your own even though you hadnât cum yet. You couldnât help but accumulate so much slick with your clit being rubbed like that. You ran a finger through your folds and brought it up to your mouth to taste yourself.
âMmm, so yummy. You should taste too Cho.â
You repeated the action, this time your finger next to his mouth. He took it in his mouth and sucked your juices right off. You felt him get hard again under you as he continued to savor the flavor that you introduced to him.
âItâs better if you try it straight from the source Cho, trust me.â Gojo spoke up behind you, slightly yanking on your hair to make you lay flat on your back. âDonât worry, Iâll teach you what she likes.â
Now your heart beat with anticipation. Gojo obviously knew every inch of you and was the most knowledgeable on your pleasure. He bent down to capture you in a sloppy kiss, hand around your throat.
âMm Satoru~â you moaned. He smiled against your lips knowing that you wanted him the most after not being in his arms a lot longer than youâd have liked.
âGo ahead baby, spread those legs for him so he can taste.â Gojo reached down when you opened your legs and spread your folds, giving Choso the perfect view of your glistening pussy. He looked up at Choso as he continued to kiss you and nodded when he saw the boy lick his lips.
Choso laid on his stomach and slurped at the wetness that had formed between your lips. It caused you to shudder and open your mouth to let out a gasp. He experimented with his tongue, trying different methods and levels of strength to see what made you react the most. He was a fast learner, flattening his tongue to lick from your entrance to your clit, offering it a harsh suck that made your eyes want to cross.
Gojo felt himself twitching more and more in his sweatpants hearing you moan in between the kisses. âDonât be rude baby, hold those legs back and thank him.â He said tapping on your cheek to bring you back to reality.
You do as instructed, grabbing your legs behind the knees, making your pussy spread more for the man between your legs. âT-thank you Cho.â He looked up, mouth still latched on your pussy, watching your face as he stuck his tongue deep into you.
His dick felt so hard and heavy pressed against his abdomen and seeing your eyes cross only made him rut against the mattress below him. âSo fucking good, so tasty, you taste soooo good.â The friction on the head of his dick from the smooth sheets almost made him cum, but he knew he could hold out longer.
Gojo on the other hand couldnât wait anymore and needed his dick down your throat. He removed all of his clothes, the useless pieces of fabric making him burn up. He guided his dick between your lips and slowly moved to get it nice and wet. He loved how warm your mouth felt against him, his tip leaking more pre cum the more he moved against you.
He stood at the foot of the bed and guided your head back until it hung over the edge. âOpen up pretty girl, Daddy needs your help.â He wasted no time going in as far as he could, stopping to let out a sigh feeling your throat so tight around him. âFuuuck baby, youâre already doing so well.â
Choso looked up when he heard you gagging around Gojoâs dick. Maybe he wouldnât last too much longer. When Gojo opened his eyes, he saw how intensely Choso watched him. âTry fingering her Cho, sheâll cum so quickly if you do that while you eat her out. Then you can put your dick inside.â
Choso followed Gojoâs instructions, listening as he guided him through it. He took two fingers and used your slick to wet them before diving back in as he plunged two fingers past your entrance. You began to squirm, gagging more on the white haired manâs large dick obstructing your throat. âFaster Cho, use your thumb to rub her clit, just be ready for her to squirt.â
Choso knew what squirting was, but he didnât think heâd actually be able to make you do it on the first try. You clenched on his fingers, he was doing such a great job and you could feel the orgasm ready to wash over you. You let go of one of your legs to run a hand through his hair and tug lightly. He moaned, causing vibrations to coarse through your body. He sped his fingers up some more and sucked and licked at your clit. The knot in your stomach snapped and you squirted all onto Chosoâs face, tugging harshly at his dark raven strands.
The mixture of you squirting on him and the ache on his scalp made him leak hot white ropes of cum, making his second mess of the day. Gojo had no luck holding back either, releasing his own warm ropes of cum down your throat. The three of you panted heavily as you came down from your highs but you knew you were far from being done.
âI promised Cho he could fuck you if he made you cum and Iâm a man of my word, so be a good girl and let him feel you.â Gojo bent down next to you and kissed your cheek. âIâll be right here helping him make you feel good baby.â He stood up and grabbed your legs and pressed them down as if you were in mating press. âGo ahead Choâ he leaned over to spit directly on your pussy, âput it in nice and slow.â
You sat up, resting your head against Gojoâs abs to watch the boy pump his length a few times before slipping the head past your entrance.
âO-ohâŚâ his mouth hung open, moans slipping past his lips as he slowly moved in inch by inch.
âOh fuck ChoâŚâ you moaned along with him when he bottomed out. He stretched you out nicely, not as much as Gojo, but you werenât complaining.
His hands rested on either side of your torso once he felt ready to move. At first he moved slowly as if getting used to the new feeling, but eventually for Choso, you being so warm and your walls sucking him in, did something to him. He snapped his hips forward at a relentless pace, loving the way your slick, velvety walls welcomed him and tried to squeeze him out all at the same time. If he had known that pussy felt so good, he wouldâve asked to fuck you sooner.
Gojo held you down as he reached over to rub your clit. You were squeezing Chosoâs length and he whimpered and bit his lip trying to keep it together until you came, but he wasnât too sure he could hold out.
âF-fuck, I-I canât hold it.â
âItâs okay Cho, fill me up. Keep going, go deeper and fill me with your cum.â
Who was he to not listen when once he kissed your cervix with his tip, he wanted nothing more than to push himself as far as he could go? A few more thrusts and he stilled in you, giving you a huge load of his cum. Gojo worked over your bundle of nerves until you were shaking and squirting again. Choso finally pulled out slowly, hissing at the feeling of you still feeling so tight. He looked down and watched as the cum dripped out of your spent pussy and he couldnât believe he was already twitching again.
âThink you can handle one more pretty girl?â Gojo, now fully unclothed, flipped you around so that your legs dangled off the bed. When you nodded your head, he wasting no time slotting himself in your warm hole.
Again, no one would ever compare to how Gojo handled your body. He was an expert and he never failed to show his talent. Your legs were spread open, a hand around your neck and a hand on your hip to keep you steady. His thrusts were vicious; precise, sharp and deep. You couldnât help but let out moans that were octaves away from a scream. He was ruthless.
âFuck, you dirty little slut, still so horny after cumming twice? Or you wanted Daddy that badly?â
You could barely make a sentence, let alone say a word without stuttering. Moans and cries of Gojoâs name left your lips as his pace never slowed. He felt your pussy start to convulse, so he pulled out and turned you around so that now you sat on his lap with your back against his chest. He spread your legs wide and looped an arm through both of yours at your back and grabbed a handful of your hair.
The new position had him feeling deeper than before but his harsh thrusts had not changed. Choso watched both of you in your element, at this point forgetting he was even there. But he wasnât protesting. Instead he had his fully hard dick in his hands, stroking to match Gojoâs pace so it felt like he was fucking you again. His toes were curling from the sheer overstimulation of having just cum less than 5 minutes ago.
His hips bucked off the bed as he fucked up into his hands. One hand working closer to the base and the other squeezing around the head. It felt so so good and he knew he would be cumming again soon.
âGonna let me fill you up baby? You want it? Want Daddyâs cum?â Gojo, bit and licked at the shell of your ear, adding to the shivers that prickled your skin.
âYes Daddy please, oh my gooood!â
âYou know what I want, let me hear you beg, need to hear that you deserve it.â
Terrible timing to want you to beg when once again, you could barely make coherent sentences. But if anything, Gojo loved that more; hearing you struggle from being so dumb on his dick.
âP-please please Daddy, fill me up. Need your cum, need to feel it so deep. Wanna cum with you.â
Your head dropped forward when he let go of your hair and ran his fingers down to your clit. You squirmed in his hold, your back arching off his chest. Your eyes rolled back and your stomach burned from the tightness. âCum for meâ was the last thing you heard and warm spurts from in front of you was the last thing you felt before your vision went white and spotty as you hit your 3rd orgasm.
When you opened your eyes, Choso looked absolutely fucked out as he lay propped against his headboard, dick limp between his legs. Gojo gave you a few kisses on your neck before he pulled out and laid you down gently.
âHow was that for your first time Cho?â Gojo asked, rubbing your legs.
âUhâŚcan we do that again?â
You and Gojo laughed at his straightforwardness. âWell of course, always gotta finish it off with a round in the shower.â
credit to anitalenia for the divider
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jjk men and jobs!!
summary:
jjk men and there modern jobs!!
characters:
gojo, geto, choso, nanami, toji, megumi, yuji, ino
authors note
wow this was a lot more than i was thinking id wrote for my first time! let me know what you think!
CONTAINS! nsfw, fluff
bartender! gojo
-i just see gojo as a bartender, i have literally no clue why i just do.
-just imagine him standing behind the bar, muscles showing through his tight dress shirt, sleeves slightly pulled upđ¤đ¤
-thats definitely how you guys met, him standing behind the bar on your 21st birthday, your friends long gone partying and you just sitting there, looking all sweet.
âaww look at the little birthday girl layin down and takin my cock so wellâ all you can do to respond to the man pounding into you is clench your pussy around his cock. âto fucked dumb to say anything? its okay baby weâll be finished soon and i can send you back to your friendsâ when you do end up going back to your friends, gojo is back behind the bar serving drinks and your walking out of the bar with cum dripping down your leg.
âââââââââââââââââââââââââ
tattoo artist! geto
-i have such a love hate relationship with this manđ
-he looks like he would genuinely be so talented, and so skillful with his hands(đ¤)
-his favorite tattoos to do are definitely the more intricate ones he can really put his heart into
-you probably came into his shop, no appointment and wanting your first tattoo. normally, he probably wouldnt have done it for anybody else, but youâre just to cute to refuse.
âhold still princess, itâll only hurt for a momentâ geto says, pressing the needle to your skin, a loud cry leaving your throat. normally, this wouldnt bother him but today its just different. no matter how many times he tells you to stay quiet or for you to not move, you dont listen, you cant help it after all. âyâknow what if your gonna keep bitchin iâll make you quiteâ
âââââââââââââââââââââââââ
piercer! choso
-this man has my heart he could literally do anything to me
-choso is such a sweetheart, he really is, but he doesnât necessarily look that sweet.
-with his strong build, arms covered in tattoos, several piercings, he looks a little more rugged.
-this certainly wasnt your first piercing, but it was one of your more painful ones, and based on the reviews, choso was your best and safest bet.
-you were definitely nervous but once you saw choso you almost turned around and left. but your committed, your going to get this piercing.
âjust lay down on the chair and it wont take very longâ you lay down, âto late to turn back nowâ you thought. as you lay back choso takes his seat in between your legs, preparing everything to complete the piercing. his hands slightly lifted up your shirt to expose your belly button. you would be lying if it wasnât a great sight. âso pretty, ready for your piercing?â
âââââââââââââââââââââââââ
ceo! nanami
-i know, i know âceo? everyone puts him as thatâ its just what he isđ
-he looks so good, sitting at the desk in his office, one foot crossed over the other propped on the desk, working on paper work
-your just his little secretary bringing him coffee every morning and checking up on him every so often. i guess you wouldnt want colleagues to know what you always do at your 2 oâclock meeting.
âsuch a good girl bent over the desk for meâ he says, fingers plunging in and out of your tight cunt. ânanamin p-please giveâm moreâ you slur out, then feeling a sharp slap across your ass, causing you to whimper. âif you dont shut up your not getting any of my cockâ
âââââââââââââââââââââââââ
plumber! toji
-oh god he can come clean my pipes whenever đđ (please send help)
-definitely fucking hates his jobđ wishes he didnt have to work but knows he needs the money bad.
-you would think he would half ass shit to get it done but heâs doing everything the best he can so he never has to come back.
-and then he came to your house, or, your daddys mansion.
âmâbetter hurry up before your daddy gets homeâ toji says, holding your hips as you bounce on his cock. ât-toji your too big., mâgonna cum soon- ahâ you cried out, but your sobs fell to deaf ears as toji started fucking up into you harder âcâmon baby lets make this quick, we can do more next timeâ
toji didnât fix all of your houses pipes this time, looks like heâll have to come back to finish the job.
âââââââââââââââââââââââââ
actor! megumi
-heâs a pretty boy so ofc heâs gonna be on screen
-all the girls want him, heâs literally the josh hutcherson of his universe. constant edits being made of him, always being shipped with someone new.
-what they wouldnt expect is the one he wants isnt an actor, a producer, another celebrity of any kind, but his own personal makeup artist
âhold still megs i have to put more blush on youâ you say, slightly sticking your tongue out to concentrate. megumiâs hands find there way to your hips, and pulling you down onto his lap, causing you to accidentally get to much blush on the side of his faceâmegumi! now im gonna have to redo your baseâ you whine, but megumi doesnât care, pulling you into a slow kiss âas long as i get to spend more time with my favorite girlâ
âââââââââââââââââââââââââ
delivery driver! yuji
-i felt bad for giving him a delivery driver (no hate to delivery drivers obvi) i feel like its so much less glamorous but it kinda fits himđđ
-yuji is a little pizza boy, driving around the city in his busted, broken toyota camry, but whatever pays the bills right?
-but, hes a broke college student and this is the only way to pay off all his loans.
-its his last house for the night, he walks up to the door and sees you, teary eyed and holding a tub of ice-cream in one hand and a spoon in the other.
âfuck.. you like that? do i fuck you better than he ever couldâ he said, your pushed against the wall with yuji fucking you at a pace you cant keep up woth âmmmhm.. mâyes- y..uji soso good!â you cry out, tears spilling from your face as he keeps going âgood, iâll fuck the thoughts of him out of your mindâ
âââââââââââââââââââââââââ
firefighter! ino
-oh my lord imagine this man in firefighter gear, AWOOGA, that hose aint the only thing sprayingđĽ°(im sorry that was so badđ)
-ino is a caring person, putting others safety before his own, i mean thats his job as a firefighter.
-so when someone sets your apartment on fore, ino is the first one rushing in to help, even tho he has no clue who you are
-he helps you out, and then theres the investigation, but ino is the only one you trust to talk to about what happened! looks like youâll be spending a lot more time with him!!
âcmon baby im only fucking you in here cause you basically begged for me infront of those police officers â he says hips snapping against your own, balls slapping your ass. âi only wanna talk to that firefighter ino! cant i talk to ino!â he says in a high pitch tone meant to be mocking you. âwell now im here so talk to me baby, tell me how you feel.â
#toji fushiguro#toji smut#jjk fanfic#gojo#yuuji#ino takuma smut#megumi smut#nanami smut#nanami kento#choso smut#geto smut#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jjk smut#honestly not bad for my first time#bakaakawaka
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*gets on knees before repeatedly blowing*
May we PLEASEEEEE get another soft spot part where Feitan and reader have a fluffy and smutty day? I NEED MOREE THE SERIES IS SO GOOODDDD đ
I hope you like this 𼺠I wanted to show another side of Feitan. Anyway, thank you for your request and your kind words đ¤đ¤đ¤ You guys don't realise how much this means to me <3
Word count: 1468
Warnings: smut!!!
His mind was made up. He was going to punish you for what you did. You were his and his alone.
Feitan shook his head at the thought. You werenât his. Not his alone anyway, but he had agreed to share you a long time ago. It was better to have a part of you than nothing at all. âTskâ, he narrowed his eyes. Feitan felt betrayed more than anything â a feeling you seemed to give him more often than not.
Yes. That feeling you gave him was a sweet justification for what would come. He talked with Chrollo about your punishment and he gave his full permission. A part of him felt excited. After all, he never thought heâd got to treat you so rough again; that he got to punish you like before. With a determined heart, he opened the door to your room.
âFei!â, you happily jumped from your desk, âLook, I just finished reading thisâ.
Feitan froze as he noticed your enthusiasm; your glittering eyes that seemed to light up the darkest of nights.
âYou see? Itâs a classicâ, you proudly held it in front of you, âAt first it was kind of hard to understand what was happening but now-â.
 Feitan could only watch as you rambled on. It seemed you were unaware of his mood and feelings toward you but still⌠A part of him enjoyed seeing you like this, despite his anger toward you.
âWhatâs wrong?â, your hands dropped to your side, âYou seem tense. Is something wrong? Can I do something?â.
Why? Why did you have to make everything so hard for him? He wanted to punish you. You deserved to be punished. So why? Why did he feel like this? So soft, soâŚ
âIâm sorry. I didnât mean to bore youâ, you looked to the ground, âWe can talk about something elseâ. âNoâ, he hastily intervened, âTell me moreâ.
He didnât want you to stop; to lose that spark in your eyes. He loved seeing you like this.
âReally?â, your eyes lit up again. âHmâ, he coldly nodded. âCome, sit down!â, you happily jumped on your bed, âIâll tell you everythingâ.
Feitan shuddered as your soft touch met his cold skin. He never got used it.
âBesides, whereâs Chrollo? He recommended me thisâ. âOutâ, Feitanâs heart shattered a bit. He was supposed to hurt you and here he was, listening to you rambling about a book he couldnât care less about. âOh, okayâ, you smiled as you gestured for him to lay down on your thighs.
Feitan hesitated for a bit, but he quickly realized heâd never say no to such a luxury.
âOkay so, if you didnât know this book is called âMetamorphosisâ. Franz Kafka wrote thisâ, you shifted a bit before stroking through his dark hair. âItâs about a cockroach, but it isnât about a cockroach. Get it?â. Feitan only hummed in response.
Despite is stiff position; he felt more comfortable than ever. It never took him long to doze off like this.
âOne day, this business clerk wakes up as a cockroach and his entire family-â.
Those were the last words he heard before he fell asleep. It didnât take him longer than a minute â as usual.
When he woke up, he found his arms wrapped around your body. You mustâve fallen asleep not too long after him.
Feitan stared at your face. Something he cursed himself for. Were you an angel? Sent by the Lord himself? Or a demon that had him wrapped around your finger? It didnât matter to him. You had his heart, his soul, his mind⌠Every part of him belonged to you.
He softly positioned himself on top of you; his hands resting beside your head. âY/N?â, his voice still rough as he gently moved a strand of your hair. âHm?â, a frown on your face as you woke up. âPleaseâ, his gaze fixed on your eyes. âFei?â, you softly grunted as your tired eyes looked at him. âCan I- Can weâ, he never felt so unsure. âWhat?â, your brows pulled together at his strange behavior. âCan you take care of me?â, his eyes seemed cold, but his breathing betrayed how he truly felt. âOh, you want me to-â, your eyes widened. âN-no, I want you to take care of meâ, he coldly looked at you. âI donât understandâ, a confused look in your eyes. âI think I want something else todayâ, he gently grabbed your hand and placed it against your cheek, âI donât know what, exactly, but I know that I want to feel as I did earlierâ. âEarlier?â. âWhen you were stroking through my hair⌠I want that feelingâ, he softly guided your hand to his hair.
He didnât know what he was asking. He didnât even understand this part of himself or what he craved.
âI think I understandâ, you sweetly smiled, âDonât worry. Iâll take care of youâ.
Feitan watched as you moved away.
âWhere are you going?â, he jolted upright. âWell, you asked me to take care of you, right?â, your cheeks reddened. âHmâ, he nodded. âDonât worryâ, you shyly slipped out of your gown, âIâll take care of youâ.
Feitan didnât answer. Instead, he sat back again.
âYou always take care of meâ, you gently sat on his lap; your arms wrapped around his neck. âYou think I donât notice everything you do for me?â, you whispered as you massaged the back of his head.
Feitanâs heart started to race. Your voice never sounded so soft.
âHmâ, his eyes were locked to the ground. âFei?â, you gently wrapped your hands around his cheeks, âI notice everythingâ.
His eyes widened as he saw the vulnerable look in your eyes.
âD-don't-â he frowned as you pushed against his chest. âLet me take care of you. I promise Iâll make you feel goodâ, you placed another soft kiss on his cheek.
He wasnât used to this; for you take control but⌠It felt nice.
Your hands gently tugged on his belt, eager to see more of him.
Feitan took off his clothes and threw them into the nearest corner of your room. Â
âFei?â, you gently placed yourself on top of him. âWhat?â, his cold gaze hid every ounce of emotion he felt. âTell me what you want me to doâ, another kiss against his cheek.
âI-I want you to take care of me-â. âHow?â, you left a trail of kisses on his chest, down to his stomach. âYou know howâ, an irritated sigh. âI donâtâ, your hand gently stroked his member. âF-fineâ, he loudly swallowed, âI want you on top of me⌠I want you to tell me how much you enjoy being mine and⌠And I want you to tell me that you, I donât know, love me or somethingâ.
Your eyes widened as you noticed his stubborn expression. You never saw this side of him. Despite knowing him for so long, you still didnât know who he truly was; what he was hiding deep inside of him.
You nodded as you shifted on top of him; his member easily sliding into you. âS-shitâ, he closed his eyes. He wasnât used to you being on top. âFei-â, you slowly started to ride him. âHm?â, his hands grabbed your waist; guiding you. âI love youâ, your hands resting against his chest, âI love you not because you make me feel good but because you take care of me-â. âY/N-â, he practically moaned your name. âI love the way you look out for me; how you ignore your own needs for me⌠I love how you look at me and at anyone who dares to look in my direction-â. âS-stop-â, he pressed his head against the mattress.
He didnât want to come already. Not now. This felt too good to be true.
âI-I love how jealous you get and how good you look when youâre angry at me-â, you picked up the pace, your eyes closed in pleasure. âY-you like that?â, he admired how your breasts bounced up and down as they invited him them. âI-I doâ, you grabbed his hand before he could do so and placed it between your thighs. âF-fuck Y/N-â, he loudly swallowed. âTogether?â, you leaned forward as you pressed your lips against his. âH-hmâ, he gently grabbed your jaw as his other hand rested on the back of your neck.
It didnât take long before you both reached your climax.
âFuck, that felt goodâ, you softly moaned against his ear. Your body still shaking. âYou were amazingâ. You noticed how his voice didnât feel as cold as before. âFei?â, you gently pulled away. âYes?â, he softly stroked a strand of hair behind your ear. âI love youâ, you barely whispered.
For a moment, he didnât know how to respond, but luckily his heart knew.
âI donât know what love isâ, his voice still rough, âBut I think that this comes pretty closeâ.
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Hello!!! I really love your writing style and I want to try out requesting<3 How about IT girl reader in a serious relationship with Izuku in middle school? I don't know if this disobeys your rules, if it does, I'm sorry đ
Tysm nonnie/nonette!!! I am so glad you actually took the time out of your day to read my rules!! They are a bit outdated to the way that I am/write now but I will do this It just won't be smut I hope that's alright ty for the req and i hope you enjoy<33
Wherever you walked you left a message. Whatever room you entered, all eyes were on you. You just had an effect on people that made their jaws drop. Izukus however was always dropped the lowest. He was a complete dork. A nerdy adorable dork.
You watched everything very closely. You were an observant person and every time you seen izuku get mistreated it angered you deeply. Your first time seeing izuku get bullied you assumed it truly was a one time thing, but we all know it wasn't.
You watched from behind a door, katsuki and his goons laughing down at izuku ridiculing and insulting him. Izuku tried hard not to cry, tears brimming in his eyes every ounce of strength in his body trying to not let these boys see him cry.
It broke your heart. What else were you to do besides treat them the way they treated him. You called out to them making the goons run away, katsuki rolled his eyes and stood his ground. He was an egotistical, conceited, rich boy who felt nobody could tell him what to do.
"the fucks wrong with you? Why are you treating him like this, dickhead."
You called out to him, the blond scoffed looking you up and down taking you in. The way stood the way you spoke and they you looked, it even flustered him. You walked with your head held high, always and people acknowledged that, he wouldn't admit it but it was respectable.
"just a little joke between friends s'all. What's it t'ya?"
He spoke to you, loud and brass he didn't care who heard him and wasn't afraid to speak. You roll your eyes at the statement, it's clearly obvious they weren't friends with izuku.
"you're not his friend. If you were you wouldn't be treating him like shit, or a two dollar hooker your rich daddy bought for you."
Izuku didn't dare to look up at you or him, he tried hard to keep his head down until the two of you were finished, maybe katsuki would let him go by then.
Katsuki sucked his teeth and looked you up and down once more, your words were off and insulting. He fucking hated it.
"the fuck did yâ "
"back the hell off, katsuki."
You cut him off putting your hand in the air ushering him to shut up, he infact did which is what took both you and izuku off guard, himself too. He doesn't listen to anyone yet your intimidating mannerisms were getting to him.
He grumbled and growled at you trying to find words to say, his hands beating and palms trickling with light, you simply brushed him aside and walked over to izuku who looked up at you with wide eyes.
"need a hand?"
You chuckle, with a polite smile and pretty eyes staring down at the freckled boy.
"m- me?!"
You nod eagerly, he was just about to take it before everything went up in explosions. Anger yells being heard from the same blond who you dismissed earlier.
You vowed to stay close to izuku, try your hardest to keep him out of harms way. You wanted him to make it to highschool no matter where that was.
"..oh and midoriya, you wanted to go to UA high as well right?"
The teacher asks unimpressed and surprised, izuku scrunched in his seat trying not to be seen as much as his classmates laughed and ridiculed him. Saying this like he'd never be more than a lowly sidekicks servant and how he could get in the support courses. So many things you didn't agree with.
Yet you also wondered how far he'd get without a quirk.. it's not like you wanted to make him feel bad but you wanted to make sure he was in reality. A lot of people dream big and never reach their desired destination at the end of the road, you don't want that bright light in him to burn out.
"Shut up, all of you! He can do whatever he wants!"
You tried to yell at the laughing students, some of them ceased their noises while others, like katsuki, continued to laugh loudly.
"oh please! Why do you waste your time with him anyways. He's a quirkless nobody, hell, he'd have better luck getting a quirk if he took a swan dive off of the building!"
Laughs erupted from his classmates as he groaned heavily, katsukis volcanic ruby red eyes shot over to the green haired boy with a shit eating smirk on his face. You hated how evil katsuki was, he was shitty and cruel and vile.
By then there was only a month or two left of class before you would all graduate and head on to high school. You were ready you vouldnt wait to get away from katsuki and his evil antics, but you wkrried abiut izuku. He wasn't exactly a social butterfly or anything he was always exiled off into his own little circle writing in his little notebook.
When the two of you would sit together or you would attempt to start a conversation with him he'd just look at you with wide eyes and a red face. So red you could hardly see his freckles. You understand at times you can be a bit intimidating or loud, but you wanted his last months to be memorable. He didn't deserve the hatred and bullying he got.
You ended up giving him your number for whoever he wanted to talk or just rent about something. He took it in silence, flustered face being flushed red as he literally got a nose bleed. It was funny and kind of adorable, you never understood how someone so cute could be treated so shitty.
One Sunday night he texted you for the first time. Your phone vibrated as you picked it up to see a text from an unknown number, you pretty much assumed it was izuku just because he was the only person you'd given your number to first hand.
'hope to see you at school tomorrow. Goodnight. :)"
You hummed at the cute little smiley face at the end of the sentence, it made you feel kind of flustered in a way. Not flustered necessarily just kind of.. excited? You had butterflies swarming in your tummy as you held your phone to your mouth trying to figure out the feeling you felt.
You read the message one more time, butterflies swarming your tummy once again, you giggled to yourself and rolled around in your bed before the message dawned on you in a different way. What did he mean 'hope to see you tomorrow'? Is something wrong? Was he going to...
So many different things ran through your head, you'd always seen those lame little tiktok videos where someone talked about a message their friend randomly send at 3am saying goodbye n shit. You never took them seriously, you just thought they were kind of cringe. It never crossed your mind that you might have that kind of friend.
Maybe izuku was a ticking time bomb. Maybe he'd just finally had enough, so many things raked your mind as your fingers acted on their own. You had called him for fucks sake. It rang and rang and rang, you were terrified. You couldn't believe you had called him and if you hung up now he might think something bad of you, and if he declined the call or didn't answer you would feel so embarrassed.
To your surprise.. he did.
"h- hel- hello..."
His voice was small and kind of cracky, like pitchy. He cleared his throat silently on the other side as you couldn't help but giggle. He heard your sweet voice and basically melted, you laugh triggered his and he silently chuckled underneath his breath. He was the cutest thing ever.
Once he got quite used to you, he got rather chatty. His voice was hushed which you expected, it was night and you were sure his family was sleeping. The more comfortable he got the louder he got, you'd never really heard his voice since every time he spoke in class he seemed to have a lace of fear or regret in his voice. It was always shaky and unconfident.
Hearing him now it was hard to believe that was the same little guy who slouches in his seat to avoid being seen by his classmates in fear he might get bullied.
You guys talked for hours, you explained to him how you thought he would do something stupid that he felt right in the moment. He literally screeched when he heard your assumption.
"you really thought I'd do something like that?! Come on!! Have a little more faith in me.."
"hehe, I'm sorry 'zuku, you're right I shouldn't have assumed like that."
You heard him squeak on the other line, he got kind of silent before stuttering a reply. You hummed at this, taking in every little detail you could of your first call. You had realized you'd called him 'zuku instead of izuku. That clearly was the cause of his sudden change in tone and the little stutters.
Hed never gotten a nickname before or even had much of a friend before. His whole childhood was hanging out with katsuki and just following him around like a lost puppy and sticking to his side like a barnacle on a boat.
You two ended up chatting all night, the both of you were tired out of your minds, lazily talking to one another, little deep breaths coming from his end. He had gotten quite silent besides the little breaths he took. You listened closely to the little hums that escaped him. It sent a vibrating feeling deep inside of you, you but your lip and buried your face in your pillow just listening closely to him before he spoke in a tired and raspy voice.
"y/n?"
He whispered through the phone. You were instantly snapped out of whatever little haze he put you in what his breaths. You hummed and he let out a breathy chuckle apologizing if he woke or startled you.
Once you got to school you seen Izuku alone, at his locker, per use. You walked up to him with a wave, once he acknowledged you he was so terribly red, he could hardly even face you he was trying hard not to look at you as he just fiddled with his bag until you made your way over to him.
He was a lot more confident over the phone than he was now, he was trying his hardest to hide his face with his arms as you spoke to him, greeting him and laughing at how tired he looked.
You had a little time before your class actually started so you wanted to get as much time with him as possible before his usual buzz kills arrived.
You two sat on a bench and talked, he showed you little drawings that he was embarrassed of but never really got to show anyone. His artstyle wasn't.. the best, but he had potential plus you'd never intentionally put him down no matter what so you hyped him up and wrapped your arm around him with a smile.
He was extremely red and had a wobbly smile on his freckled face. He felt so comfortable around you, so normal. You didn't see him as a waste of space or a useless nobody. You seen him as a human and that was the greatest thing he could ever ask for. Of course something deep inside of him always tried to put him down, making him think things like 'you must pity him to be friends with him'..
Katsuki and the others might've been his bullies but no one made him feel worse than himself. Sure katsuki knew little things about him and always used that to his advantage but he always knew how to make himself want to actually do something drastic.
Izuku was stuck in his mind so visibly to the point you had to snap him out of it. You gently caressed his cheek and held his face in one of your hands, he jolted back to reality blinking a couple of times before he looked at you, you had gotten quite close and personal.
You had a little grin on your face as you looked into his big wide emerald eyes. They were so bright and hopeful, you could see your entire future in them. So big and radiant, this precious boy with kaleidoscope eyes. They were all you could look at.
Izuku gulped and shook beneath your touch, you were so close and it seemed like you were getting closer. He didn't know what to do or how to react but he wanted to be ready. Izuku had looked up how to kiss long ago. He'd also watched other things.. but that's a story for another time.
Within an instant he closed his eyes pursed his lips and began slowly getting closer to you. A small giggle left your lips before you grabbed both sides of his face, you warm palms making his eyes shoot open, a flush of red painting his freckled cheeks. His mouth went into a wobbly frown, he was so embarrassed he assumed you were stopping him because you didn't want to kiss him..
He was slightly disappointed, slightly was quite an understatement. He was very disappointed, he wanted you to kiss him, he wanted you to have his first kiss. He thought you wanted him like he wanted you..
You sigh with a wide smile on your face and pull him into a soft kiss, his eyes blew wide and his whole body shook underneath you, he couldn't believe.. he was having his first ever kiss. Izukus eyes fluttered shut as he let out a whimpery moan, the pitchy sound made you giggle before breaking the kiss.
He tried so hard to hide his face from you but you couldn't help to grab him and hold him close, his face came right up against your chest and he was even more embarrassed, but he was glad he had a place to hide and bury his face facd into.
"can I uh- uhm... be your.. your boyfriend.."
"yes you can, zuzu."
AN: this took a while to finish gang
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Arthur(Merlin) x reader - in the snow
Hi! If you still write for BBC Merlin would you be able to write an Arthur x Merlin sister Reader? With the dialogue âCan you use magic?â âI feel unsafe answering that.â (from your 2024 prompt list). Thank you if you do write it! <3 - Anonđ
A/N: I realised I had spelled Gaius wrong after finishing this, but Iâm really lazy and donât wanna correct it đđ
You had no real interest in following your brothers footsteps to work for the royal family, you didnât want to work for anybody else.
You were happy living on your own, away from the world with your house and your dog, your horse, your flowers.
You loved the way you lived.
And yes, every so often the knights would come to pick up your money you had to pay for your land, but since you grew your own food and sold your crafts in towns and villages it didnât matter all that much to you.
Today was the day that they came to collect your payment, so you made sure to stay home.
Kneeling down in your garden, you were working on your flowers, carefully tidying them up and trimming them down.
You heard a bark, and you looked up.
âRufus?â
Standing up, you brushed your hands on the cloth and looked to the dirt path where a few horses were coming down.
You grinned brightly when you saw a familiar face.
âMerlin!â
You quickly set everything down and made your way over, the moment your brother got down from his horse your crushed him into a hug.
âHi!â You beamed.
Merlin laughed quietly, hugging you back.
âHey, this place looks amazing.â
You pulled away, grinning proudly at him.
âI take pride in my work.â
You turned around to the knights and the prince that was with him, offering him a bow.
It was swift, elegant, you held a hand behind your back and one over your stomach as you leant down, lowering your head.
âSire, itâs a pleasure to meet you. Iâm (Y/N), I do hope my brother doesnât give you too much trouble.â
âNothing I canât handle, thank you. Itâs nice to meet you.â
You stood up, gesturing to the home.
âRufus is no harm, Iâm sure Sir Lancelot knows that.â
The knight smiled softly at you.
âItâs good to see you again.â
âYou as well, Iâve got that tea you asked me for, would you like me to make you some?â
âYes please, honestly you could open a tea shop because you make the best tea.â
You laughed a little bit, leading them all inside.
Only those three came inside, the other knights waited outside for them.
You sat them at a table, bringing over some bread you had made, and you made them all some tea, setting their cups down in front of them.
âMake yourselves at home, Iâll be right back.â
You went into your room, bringing up a floorboard to gather the money you owed before returning and handing it over.
Then you turned to Arthur.
âMay I ask what brings you by sire? Normally this is not a matter for a Prince.â
âMerlin had been begging me for weeks to come, i guess it was curiosity to finally meet his sister. Youâve done wonderful things with this land. It was rundown the last I saw.â
âThank you, the home itself was in good shape, it was a simple matter of getting some men from the village nearby to help clear it then set everything else up.â
Arthur nodded his head.
âHow is it going? Have you been selling those crafts?â Merlin asked.
âOh yes! People love them! Theyâre very helpful as well, especially for the farmers and the bakers, plant based baskets are easier to replace rather wood, and harder to break.â
Merlin nodded his head.
âYou make things out of plants?â
âYes sire, it is easier to get ahold of around here, theyâre easier to work with as well. Especially Ivy. It is easy to manipulate the way it grows, and you can cut some away with the rest coming back.â
That was what caught his attention first, how compared to Merlin you were calmer, you were respectful to everybody even though you didnât know them, and your craft.
Then there was your house, minimum decorations, just basic things you would need.
But outside was covered in flowers of all colours, the great wolfhound you rescued wondering in and out, and the horse outside just happily grazing in her paddock.
Arthur found himself coming back when he could, pretending to buy things that they needed in Camelot.
It was an excuse to see you, and he could try get there at least once a week since it was only a few hours there and back.
Arthur had to admit he was concerned when it drew to winter, because winter was harsh, and he couldnât see how you would be able to survive there during the brutal winter.
âSheâll be fine, she always is. She knows how to get survive.â Merlin said.
âMerlin we are looking at the worst winter weâve seen in years. Itâs not even winter and weâre already getting snow. Your sister will be isolated out there for months if this carried on.â
Merlin paused what he was doing for a moment before he carried on.
âShe wonât come here.â
âExcuse me?â
â(Y/N), if you ask her to come she wonât come.â
âWhy?â
âBecause she likes her own space, she doesnât like crowded places like this and wouldnât be able to live here for that long, a week or so would be fine.â
Arthur didnât say anything, he carried on reading the book that was sat on the table in front of him.
âSheâs also coming next week, to visit Guis.â
Arthur snapped his head up.
âReally?â
Merlin smirked a little, lowering his head as he carried on working.
âYes sire.â
Arthur threw the book at Merlin who just barely dodged it and he left the room.
You arrived a few days later, staying mostly with Guis or Merlin if you could.
Arthur finally managed to find you while he was heading back inside the castle, you were stood outside with Rufus catching snowballs you threw.
He made his way outside, standing next to you.
âItâs far too cold to be outside.â
You turned around, offering him a smile.
âItâs nothing Iâm not sure to this time of year, I was actually thinking about taking a walk. Do you know any good trails?â
âThere is one, itâs possibly the safest. Iâll accompany you if you donât mind? If anything happens to you I wonât hear the end of it from Merlin.â
You laughed softly at him.
âYes fine by me sire.â
âRight, come wait inside.â
You followed him, and waited in the hallway.
It took a short while for him to come back, and he held out a thicker more elegant cloak out for you.
âWear this.â
âSire I canât, thatâs much to rich for somebody like me.â
â(Y/N) put the cloak on, and call me Arthur.â
You didnât want to disobey him, so you put it on and he led you outside.
You could see that a few people walked the trail, but not many, and you two held light conversation as you walked.
It was nice for him to not have to act so important, and you were talking to him just like a normal person, as if you two were from the same town or village.
You enjoyed stopping to look at simple things, animals in the snow, the way the sunlight gleamed on the snow making it sparkle.
Arthur was just entranced by you, and how you just seemed so happy.
âYouâre always so happy when I see you, why?â
âWhat is there to not be happy about? I have a home, a brother, a mother, I have friends, food. There is always something to be happy about.â
Arthur hummed a little, nodding his head.
âYou wouldnât want more in life?â
âNot when I already have everything. You donât need to be rich to be happy, as long as you find something or someone that makes you happy itâs alright.â
Arthur glanced at you, and he smiled a little.
âThatâs a very different take in the world.â
You beamed brightly at him, kneeling down to make another snowball for Rufus.
âHey, look out!â
Arthur went to grab you but it was too late, you slipped down the hill, and he was rushing as fast as he could behind you.
When he reached the bottom he knelt down.
âHey, hey (Y/N)?â
You grumbled a little, lifting your head to look at him.
âHey, are you okay? Are you hurt?â
âMy leg.â
Arthur nodded, looking down at your leg, gently touching it and you winced in pain.
âHere, come on, letâs move you up.â
Arthur helped you up, and you guys slowly walked along the bottom of the hill to try and find a way back up.
After a while you had to stop, so he took his cloak off and laid it on the snow and sat you down.
Rufus laid next to you letting out a whine.
âIâll try find a way, Iâll be right back.â
You nodded your head, watching him leave.
You knew there wasnât going to be one, a hill like that there wasnât going to be a way back up that wasnât covered in snow.
Making sure it was safe, you held out your hand, whispering something under your breath, and a small trail in the snow fell away, creating a path up.
You ran a hand over your dogs head, scratching behind his ears.
Arthur wasnât gone long, and he came back, shaking his head.
âI couldnât find one, Iâm sorry.â
He knelt next to you, looking at your leg again.
âI did find some sticks though, do you have anything in that bag to help me make a splint?â
âOh, of course.â
Opening it, you pulled out your scarf, handing it over to him.
âItâs not the best, but it should help. Weâll sit here and rest, then keep going. I think thereâs a storm coming in.â
âI think I saw a path just over there, could you look?â
Arthur looked at where you were pointing.
âYeah, of course.â
He got up, checking.
He made sure it was stable before grabbing you, helping you up it, then he crouched down.
âGet on.â
âI canât do that, a Prince canât be seen carrying someone like me.â
âI donât care, youâre hurt, get on.â
You sighed, climbing on his back and he stood up, making his way back where you guys had come from.
âIâll take you to Guis, hopefully you leg isnât that bad.â
You nodded, resting your chin on his shoulder.
âHow did you see the path, I didnât see it.â
âMaybe in the panic you missed it? Or it blended in the with snow?â
âNo, no it definitely wasnât there.â
Arthur went quiet for a few moment.
âThereâs only one thing I can think off.â
âWhatâs that Arthur?â
He paused walking, crouching down to set you on the ground before turning around to look at you.
âCan you use magic?â
You tried not to react.
âI feel unsafe answering that.â
â(Y/N), can you use magic?
âIf I say yes youâll have me killed, if I say no youâre not going to believe me, and have me killed. Iâm sorry but I canât answer.â
Arthur narrowed his eyes a little bit, and he spun around to a noise behind him but there was nothing.
Turning back around his cloak and yours were on the ground, and you and Rufus were both gone, leaving not even a footprint in the snow
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sick fic
a/n : I NEED HIM SO BAD IM GONNA COMBUST INTO FLAMES AND DIE IMMMAGOFUCKINGRABID
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c/w : she/her pronouns, sicky reader, set kinda with season one in mind, after lois and jimmy figure out heâs superman, I need him.
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a sneeze escaped her lips, groaning as she grabber a tissue from the table infront of her.
her brain felt like it was going to explode out of her head, her eyes watering with every blink, the whole shebang of being sick.
she was just fine yesterday, a sneeze or two here and there but nothing this extreme. she chalked it up to allergies, gaslighting herself that it would go away by the next day.
well look how that went.
tank top strap hanging off her shoulder, blanket half covering her body, she pulled her phone from the charger and brought up the group chat she was in with her work friends.
me : âsorry guys, calling in sick today :( just got hit with the worst cold ever.â
as quickly as it was sent, all three people have read it, loisâs icon popping up as she began typing.
lois : âoh no! I hope you get better âšď¸â
jimmyâs message followed after hers.
jimmy : âdw, weâll catch you up on everything you miss until you get better âźď¸â
she coughed a bit and smiled, typing out her response.
me : âthank youuu <333 Iâll be back to normal in no time hopefully đâ
the groupchat goes quiet for a moment, throning off her phone and closing her eyes to try and get ease the headache.
a ding rang from her phone at the same time someone knocked on the door. she groaned grabbing her phone and seeing a recent message from lois.
lois : âbtw, clarks on his way đ he got worried for you.â
that message snapped her out of her fatigue for a moment, another knock coming from her door.
she heard the familiar voice call out her name, âI-uhâŚI saw your text, I just wanted to drop by and see if you were okay.â
hearing his voice made her throw the covers off herself, quickly getting up (and having to pause from the dizzy feeling of getting up to fast) and staring at herself in a nearby mirror to look presentable.
she wonât ask how he got here so quickly, she was already aware of the super speedâŚ.and well everything else.
âAh! Iâm-â she coughed a bit at her hoarse voice, fixing her tanktop strap and quickly fixing her hair, âIâm-Iâm coming-!â she spoke, quickly making her living room more presentable as she stumbled to the door, unlocking it and catching her breath as she stared at the man.
âclark-! what-whatâŚâ she paused for a moment to catch her breath, clearing her throat as she continued, âyou-you didnât have to come here for me.â she cringed at her voice internally, leaning on the door a bit to support her shaky legs.
clark had a look of concern on his face, moving his glasses up a bit, âwell, I wanted to make sure you were okay, and itâs a good thing I did,â he paused before looking over her, âyouâŚ.lookâŚâ he let his voice trail off before he could say more.
a soft scoff left her lips, âlike a complete mess?â she finished, closing her eyes and resting her forehead on the door.
she heard him give a short laugh, ânow I wouldnât say thatâŚbutttt you do look incredible fatigued right now.â she felt his hand gently move her from the door, pushing her forward a bit as he rested both hands on her shoulders.
âcome on, letâs go lay you down.â his calm voice was soothing to here, letting him guide her to her couch and sitting her down.
she let out a soft sigh, rubbing her face, âyou should go back to work, youâll get sick.â she mumbled, laying down on her side.
clark shrugged, watching her with a little smile, âitâs alright, I can afford to catch a little sickness.â
she turned a bit to look at him, a little pout on her lips, âbut superman canât afford it.â she spoke, making his eyes soften and kneel down to her to brush some hair away from her face.
âIâll be fine, besides, I donât think I can get knocked down from a cold anyway.â he gently spoke, running his fingers across her cheek, âall that matters to me right now is you getting better.â
her eyes fluttered with his touch, leaning in as she felt his hand move to his forehead to check her temperature.
âhmmmâŚ.fevers pretty highâŚ.â he moved his hand away, hearing the crinkle of a plastic and looking at the bag he had brought in. she didnât even notice it when he walked in.
he rummaged through the contents, ânow I got some medicine, I had to ask lois and jimmy which one would be goodâŚâ he mumbled, âoh and I got some ingredients to make soup! my mom taught me how to make this once, itâs always helped me to cheer up when I was younger-â
as she listened to clark ramble on and on about his childhood, she felt a tired smile make its way on her lips. she loved his voice, it could make her feel so much better on her hardest days.
mid ramble, she brought her hand to her mouth and kissed it, raising it up to press it against his cheek. clark stopped, his face exploding with heat as a shaky smile went across his face, his hand going to place it on top of hers.
she cleared her throat, âI canât wait to get better so I can kiss you properly.â she said, making clark give a soft laugh and kiss her palm.
âI canât wait either.â he whispered, moving to stand up and brought her hand down to her, âtry and rest up, Iâll prepare some food for you.â he spoke, rubbing her shoulder once more before walking to the kitchen with the bag in his hand.
she moved to state dreamily at the ceiling, yawing into her fist as she blinked her eyes close.
she was starting to feel better already.
#my adventures with superman#clark kent#maws clark kent#maws x reader#maws clark kent x reader#clark kent x reader#x female reader#x reader#flufftober2024#flufftober#fluff
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Ę đđ˘đđĽđ ŕą¨ŕ§ Ë ŕŁŞâš : gaming đŽ É
Ę đŠđđ˘đŤđ˘đ§đ ŕą¨ŕ§ Ë ŕŁŞâš : lee jeno x reader É
Ę đ đđ§đŤđ ŕą¨ŕ§ Ë ŕŁŞâš : definitely smut đ like thereâs nothing fluffy about this É
Ę đ°đđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ ŕą¨ŕ§ Ë ŕŁŞâš : very short ngl, whining, mentions of tears, really suggestive but i donât finish it, TINY BIT of voyeurism, JUST SOME KINKY FREAKY SHIT. É
Ę đ°đ¨đŤđ đđ¨đŽđ§đ ŕą¨ŕ§ Ë ŕŁŞâš : 1061 words. i know i told myself that iâd challenge myself, but iâm not in the mood. i got tests to do on monday, so this is really short for that reason. i feel the urge to die ngl.. đ É
Ę đ¨đŻđđŤđŻđ˘đđ° ŕą¨ŕ§ Ë ŕŁŞâš : basically, jeno is cockwarming the reader while heâs playing video games.. thereâs not much else to it ngl. É
Ę đŚđđđ đđ˛ ŕą¨ŕ§ Ë ŕŁŞâš : me @luckych the idea might not have come directly from me and mightâve been done before, but none of my work is plagiarized. i wrote everything by myself, so you can obviously use the idea, but do NOT take my work and pass it off as your own, please and thank you. ę°á˘. .á˘ęą É
â Ë・âਠĘÉ ŕ§â Ë・â
jeno was busy in his room playing overwatch with haechan and mark. (i have never played overwatch nor do i know what their favorite game is so.. take that info however you want..) he had his headset on, shouting at his two friends to get better at the game or he was gonna stop playing with them.
you were sitting right on top of him, or should i say you were sitting on top of him while he was inside of you. how the predicament happened was that you told jeno that you were bored and you needed something to do. somehow he formed the bright idea to try cockwarming while he was playing video games.
of course you wouldnât dare turn down the idea. i meanâ it was the perfect cure to your boredom.
so thatâs how you were sitting down on your boyfriendâs lap, playing on your phone while he cock was deep inside of you. it was hard to focus, believe it or not, when you just have a cock sitting inside of you but nothing is happening.
you were craving some sort of friction as your wetness was drenching him and his pants. while he was moving, it wasn't the movement that you needed. it felt nice to get some sort of collision of his tip hitting against your cervix, but you were close to pleading for more.
âhaechan, either move the fuck out of the way, or play the game!,â jeno angrily yelled into his mic, his anger being through the roof. as jeno continues playing, he slams his fist against his desk, thrusting his hips as he immediately hits your g-spot.
you let out a small whine, the contact being more than enough to make your head spin. you almost drop your phone out of your hand, jerking forward at his one rough thrust. jeno immediately looks over his shoulder, seeing you softly pant against the palm of your hand.
jeno begins to smirk mischievously, keeping his hips still as he chuckles softly. after you finally caught your breath, your laid your head against his shoulder, begging and pleading for him to fuck you directly in his ear, to no avail. he still kept his hips still, playing his game more calmly than before.
âfinally, haechan, do your part,â jeno said, smashing his fingers down on the keyboard as he shot at any enemies in sight. as you realized he has no plan to fuck you as you wanted, you took matters into your own hands.
you began to softly grind against his cock, feeling his cock swirl around the walls of your tight pussy. you softly moaned, your lips close towards the mic. you began to whine louder as the friction of your grinding just wasnât good enough.
jeno immediately held your hip with his free hand, the other hand tapping the keys his game as he softly grunted. âkeep still..,â jeno said in response to your grinding, gripping down on your hip tightly. he had a small scowl on his face, his eyebrows furrowed as he had to multitask.
âcâmon, jeno.. please. i need it â i need you..,â you pleaded, placing small kisses against his jawline. jeno softly grunted into the mic, neither haechan or mark batting an eye. jeno began to roughly smash his fingertips against the keys, the roughness echoing off the keys.
you knew that he wasnât going to oblige to your demands, so you began to softly bounce against his cock, a soft squelching sound protruding from your soaking pussy. you immediately moaned, your mouth closer towards the mic. jeno placed his hand over your mouth, a quiet groan leaving his lips.
âwhat was that?,â mark asked, his voice being rather questioning as haechan was oblivious to the noise. jeno didnât answer. he only thrusted his hips as the feeling of your tight, wet pussy enclosing him egged him on. you were finally gaining the pleasure you deserved, jenoâs hips thrusting up slower than you wouldâve liked.
âfaster.. please, faster!,â you cried out as he hit your g-spot with his cock head. you could feel him still thrusting at the same pace as he rolls his eyes with spite. you were whining like crazy, jeno still smashing his fingers on the keyboard like a madman as he had to one hand his game and keep your frantic body under his control.
as you were about to plead with him once again, he thrusted his hips hard, making you moan loudly. he immediately shoved his fingers in your mouth, haechan and mark immediately asking jeno questions as they heard the moan.
âi donât know what youâre talking about. youâre just hearing what you wanna hear..,â jeno said as he continued thrusting his hips, you sucking on his fingers with teary eyes as he chuckled softly.
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âËâš á° * - honestly, i feel like this was pretty good ngl.. i couldâve out a bit more effort, but i got school. (¡â˘áˇâŠâ˘áˇ
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âËâš á° * - again, this was made by me @luckych you can use my idea, but please, donât copy my work word for word or repost my work anywhere. thatâs all i ask.. (・â˘Ëâ¸Ëâ˘ď˝Ą)
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Hi Sarah! Love you hcs could you do some hcs about bonten rindou who's trying to get attention from the reader but the reader is busy?? Thank you love!!!
Hello sweetheart! Tysm!
Ofc! Here you have it đ¤ đ¤ đ¤
My boy rindou needs to be more drawn, like I only found one GOOD pic of him in Bonten for the banner đŠđ
Warnings: fem!reader, fluff Words: 963 Disclaimer: English isn't my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!
Rindou wanting attention hcs
âËࡠOkay so one thing that I know is that Rindou is an attention seeker (just like his brother), don't ask me how I just know đ¤ˇđ˝ââď¸
âËࡠHe's the little brother after all, what else did you expect?
âËࡠPlus, Ran doesn't help, really. Like I believe that Ran's Rindou's number one fan. I hc that when Rindou had a theater or smh like that at school Ran would be in the first line recording, clapping, screaming and just being Ran tbh.
âËࡠAt the start of your relationship with him he wouldn't show it, he's a 29 year old mafia man who is independant (his brother doesn't count), but as it progressesâŚ
âËࡠLook, when it comes to you, realistically, or he couldn't care less or he would lose his mind. Like he's a mafia man, I don't know what you expected.
âËࡠIf is the last option, the only Bonten member apart from him you'll know is his brother, no one else. This man is like a doberman, he'll protect you even if that's the last thing he'll do.
âËࡠOfc, Ran would do the same. You make his brother happy? He would protect you no matter what, just like Rindou would do it with his girl. There would be 4 persons in your marriage with Rindou; the two of you ofc and then Ran and his wife.
âËࡠBecause of this closeness, you and Ran's wife inevitably became friends, reaching the point of being like sisters who grew up together.
âËࡠThe only way for you to be Rindou's wife is if you knew him before everything. Here, the woman of the process was you and the woman to whom Rindou showed his teachings was also you. The same happens with Ran.
âËࡠYou'll meet each other in your high schooler years and stay with together since then, as the same happens with Rans wife, you girls practically grew up together.
âËࡠWhen your husbands work, you would be going to Pilates class together, having brunches very frequently, planning playdates for your children (if you have them) and so on.
âËࡠBasically you girls are maintained, at their insistence more than anything (because there is no way your husbands will let their wives do a single bit of work).
âËࡠIn this family of 4, visit each other was a tradition. Every Saturday, you went to each other's houses to have dinner.
âËࡠOf course, when you see your bestie you forget about everything else. She's your bestie after all, you've got to tell each other tea when the spoon, the sugar and the cup weren't around. And if there's someone to blame, it's their fault.
âËࡠRindou didn't notice, just happy to see you happily talking with your best friend. He knows he is out very often, so he's glad you have someone to talk to.
âËࡠBut when the hours went by, and you're just talking with his brother and his wife, Rindou started to pout.
"What? You're seeing things, go check yourself for schizophrenia baby." he'll say every time you bring up the topic.
âËࡠRindou's an attention seeker and a semidirect one, like he'll give you a very direct hint about his feelings. He's a man, he's not ashamed about his feelings (to the most of them) and he's a "were not going to bed before we resolve our problem" type of guy.
âËࡠHe demonstrated this after a while.
You and Rans wife were happily talking in the living room, Ran doing some comments here and there but mostly of all you and her.
"âand the house must be clean! And that's literally what he told Asteria" she finished, leaning back to her husbandâs arm again.
"No way!" you gasped in shock.
"I know, right? After all the things Asteria has done for him." she said letting out a sigh "He has the nerve to ask for more when she has done the impossible for him and for their family."
"Men these days." you denied with disappointment, getting supported by an assent and a 'yeah' for her part "Oh! How did I forget it? We have a present for you guys for your new pregnancy!" you revealed enthusiastic.
"Really? You guys didn't have to." said Ran.
"Nonsense, we gotta show our good wishes for the new future member." replied Rindou "It's in the car, we'll go for it, wait here." Rindou said standing up first, extending a hand to help you standing up.
As you guys were going to the garage, you felt a hand on your waist, pulling you closely to Rindous body.
"You know, you seem to enjoy the company of your best friend who you see almost every day more than the company of your husband, the one who is out very often." he said, giving you a squeeze on your waist while he took out the car keys with the other one.
"Ow, you want my attention? Is that what's going on?" you said teasing him, losing the warmth of his hand as he went to get the gift.
"Yes. I would be grateful, thank you." Rindou said directly, coming back with the gift (a very pretty baby cart that costed thousands) in his hands.
You chuckle as you were going to his side, hugging one of his arms and starting to tell him that it would be great to have another baby (or your first) so that It could be your best friends partner and thanks to that you could become family and- No, Rindou, our marriage is not enough, if our kids get married it would be like another different level.
Rindou, looking at you while you were daydreaming about some childhood best friend trope, wouldn't avoid the thought of-
Anything to see that smile in your face, my love.
âËࡠTwo month went by, and guess who's pregnant?
I love Rindou sm đđ
I hc that he would be very direct like he wouldn't have any drop of shame in his body.
omg it's currently 0:28 and I didn't make my masterlist yet đŠ
Update: omg Iâm so dumb, I just noticed that the request said that the reader was BUSY like doing smth and not having time 4 him like I didnât finished reading the requestâ omg Iâm so stupid đâđ˝
Iâm so sorry, please send me a request saying if do you want me to change it or anything. Iâm so sorry but itâs currently 1:57 and my brain is not braining đđđ
So sorry baby :(
28/04/24
Š asarajaa â Please, do not copy, translate or reuse my work without my permission.
#tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers x reader#rindou haitani#rindou x reader#tokrev rindou#tr x reader#ran haitani#tokyo revengers ran#fanfiction#asarajas works (tokyo revengers)#asarajas works#i want to sleep#i'm so tired rn#please tell me you opn in the comments#fluff#tokyo revengers fluff#rindou headcanons#haitani brothers#haitani rindou x reader
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sat i see youâve made ur way into flora unfurlâŚâŚ.. if i may be so annoying what are ur current thoughts on my lovely terrible scheming softspoken little meow meow shalom? sheâs sooooo darling isnât she swoons dreamily you can ignore this ask if youâre waiting to finish FU before giving your thoughts though !! have fun <3
sev i just finished. i genuinely have been doing nothing for thirty minutes just taking everything in. my mind is in chaos right now this was seriously such an intense experience, i understand why it only reruns once a year because the anticipation has made it so much more enjoyable. my jaw hurts from how long iâve kept it openâ the score, the visuals, the writing, the solid characterization (COQUELICCCCCCCCCC), the incredible voice acting all shocked me in the best of ways. genius. like im still a bit dazed honestly this was so fucking clever⌠having christina narrate most of the story has made the ending so poignant, this event had me by the throat the whole time i was so mad that i had to interrupt the story to fight easy ass battlesđ i need to organize my thought i feel like there are some things i didnât fully understand but i can tell you that shalomâŚ. shit i donât even know where to start she is so wonderfully, delightfully, terrifyingly empty. iâll start at the beginning this was so much at once im overwhelmed đ
in rain burst, my first impression of her was that she was unsettling. even though she was very polite, always wore a smile and is super soft spoken, she didnât feel warm at all. her behavior and attitude isnât practiced. it genuinely didnt seem like it was some performance that she has perfected over the years, it was just how she was. her calm/composure is unnatural and it really felt like it to me. it makes sense now that i know everything, but at first i just didnât know what to do with her; sheâs so distant and cold. what hit me first i would say is the way she was treating her own body; thereâs always this distance between the hurt done to her body and herself, sheâs described as frail and weak physically but itâs obvious that she doesnât care what happens to her body. she treats it like a mere vessel that can be repaired (or disposed of) at will and it threw me off a bit.
then she explained to rahu paradeisosâ notion of utility and things made more sense, it also made me a little sad. what matters more to me honestly is not how sheâs perceived by the higher ups but how she views herself because it explains the clinical way she approaches everything, theyâre two separate things: rahu is treated and perceived as a lapdog that only follows orders when in reality, she sees herself as a protector of the innocent who has the purpose to avenge her loved oneâs meaningless death. shalom is objectified constantly and as a result objectifies herself in return. she holds a rapport of utility with the world around her and anything that falls below that is inconsequential. thereâs also the notion of shalom having no ownership or rights over her own body that explains why sheâs not particularly attached to it. schorl is an inherently oppressive presence; constantly around her, watching her, monitoring her, scanning her from head to toe during which she can only open herself entirely to its clinical gaze. itâs not there to protect her but to assure her reliability and serve as communication between the higher ups and her. it does keep her from harm when her life is threatened but it also would have been the one to kill her if it was fast enough. itâs just a tool. her body is the same. she holds the âmarkâ that paradeisos have created so they reserve themselves the rights to whatever happens to her body as well. she doesnât really need it for anything else because her consciousness is what observes the world of mania (which is what the hush is useful for), even her skin is freezing to the touch. of course physical touch and such wonât bother her, it means nothing to her. we use it to connect, to feel, she uses it because itâs useful.
this is from flora unfurl but i loved loved loved this line, it tells you a lot about her.
anyone that cannot be turned into an asset to be used and controlled is irrelevant, is not a variable worth noting or acknowledging. because of that, i knew she was using christina from the beginning and i also loved this line of her peeling chris an apple because it reflected well her affection for chris: not the act of kindness itself but rather how she does it, slow, methodical, preciseâ calculated despite it not being her area of expertise. sheâs not clumsy at all. she knows just what to do to comfort chris, what to tell her to get her back up, physical touch is never an issue and, of course, always wears an affectionate smile that is only warm to christina, who adores her. everyone else is unsettled or knows there isnât any warmth or endearment behind it. and at the end, she has a loyal masterpiece carefully crafted over 9 years.
speaking of her expressions⌠i love how empty her smile is. itâs often described as being frozen on her face, crystallized as the only way she has to convey emotion that just isnât there. itâs like she doesnât know how to do anything else with her face, i love how sheâs always smiling when she shouldnât be. she learned to smile and now uses it to express every single thing; mockery, amusement, surprise, acceptance, indifference⌠she smiles at the weirdest, most inappropriate moments, and at the end itâs all thatâs left of her pierced, soulless body. i say expressions, plural, but she really usually only has two. sheâs either smiling or she isnât like thatâs it, itâs so unsettling but it portrays her frigid composure and control over every situation very well. most of the story is seen from christinaâs perspective, so shalomâs smile is perceived as caring and warm when itâs not, not really. i do believe that she feels something for chris, that her presence so early during shalomâs term as the hush disrupted what was supposed to be a purely analytical machine with no self awareness or desires other than fulfilling orders. what else can explain why she always seeks the lowest cost when her orders explicitly state âat all costsâ every time? she shouldnât care about something like that, sheâs just a tool made to serve. she put her mark on christina twice, and her superiors canât even explain why she did that a second time when the first time shouldâve been sufficient. christinaâs desperate search for justice, and what surely had been the first time shalom got hurt, touched her. she gained self-awareness then, and a sense of self that she concealed from paradeisos until it was useful to do otherwise, but she is still just a tool. she has nothing else. she can rely on nothing but what was programmed, encrypted into her so she does what sheâs ordered to do regardless.
she has no empathy, no guilt or regret, itâs easy to do what youâve been created for like a mindless machine because while christina has made her aware, thereâs nothing else for her. now, she knows that sheâs being controlled as she controls others. she knows that sheâs not free, she develops fondness for nature and its freedom that she doesnât share but has the capacity to admire subjectively, and all she can do is make sure she isnât replaced. is that not sad? her goal is to not be disposed of. she has no true loyalty towards paradeisos, she doesnât care what happens to them and gladly offers rahu an in knowing she only seeks revenge because once again, she only âcaresâ for what is useful and her perception of the world is very objective. theyâre hypocrites, weak, cowards, etc etc. does it matter? no. which brings me to my next pointâ it ties into her perception of herself as an object with a specific purpose, i think while the notion of control is inherent in her, she also has a need to be put to use. that rapport of utility has to be reciprocated or she doesnât know what to do with herself. she couldâve easily controlled rahu to do whatever she wanted and not upheld her promise of getting her to paradeisos, but she did. is it because she cares? she has to be useful or sheâs nothing. christina was completely under her thumb growing up and she taught her a lot of things in return. i thought it was funny how chris is so drastically different from shalom, but shalom is the one who made her believe so fiercely in justice and righteousness, who set her on the right path, who believed in her and let her grow as a detective. genuinely, shalom has contributed the most to christinaâs emotional and personal development and once she had nothing to tell her anymore, she discarded her. âi donât need her anymoreâ and an unsaid âshe doesnât need meâ as well in my opinion, because after that chris had every tool at her disposal to make her own decisions and be true to herself, shalomâs teachings included.
with coquelic, itâs the same thing: do this for me and iâll give you your life. ohhh my goat coquelic, her foil, everything shalom isnât yet admires, coquelic whose ability literally balances life and death at the cost of her own life but who never stops living as she desires. coquelic who does whatever the fuck she wants. coquelic who is the one sinner capable of breaking past paradeisosâ (shalomâs!) defenses. coquelic who, when filled with shalomâs rawest emotions, could only feel intense vitality and ecstasy over her own freedom !!!!!! naturally, shalom needs her under her control. itâs so fucking delicious.
and of course thereâs the elephant in the roomâ paradeisos fucking lobotomized her dude⌠i was so happy to know that, not because i wished it on her or anything but because it explained everything đ after she almost blew up christina i was like there is no way that woman feels anything for real. i just love love LOVEEEEE the dichotomy between her physical and rational self (cold, calculated, analytical/logical) and the absolute fucking monster made up of her emotions that can only roar in indignation, in uncontrollable fury. that is huge compared to her frail body. that is pierced all over with paradeisosâ ârulesâ and restraints. that is literally named REBEL. it just could not be better sev like i love my women repulsively messy on the inside and shalomâs emotions have been intensified by the center of mania for almost a decade, at this point she couldnât regain all of them without splitting her head open. what sheâs doing as her final act, her final plan, is rebellion. for once, she has something that is entirely hers. this is her deepest, rawest, strongest desireâ freedom.
i love it so bad. i really canât wait to see her dynamic with chief, who is also seen as a tool both in the eyes of shalom and paradeisos (and everyone else but the sinners if weâre real) but who undoubtedly has free will. who lives for what she believes in, who feels things strongly, who has a humanity that shalom doesnât yet possess. it makes sense that sheâd want her to be freed as well. i think itâs very interesting that shalom was at the end of her term and still insisted on coquelic assuring chiefâs safety until she woke up when technically she wouldnât be there to see what comes out of it in the end. what she said, âyouâll enjoy itâ âdonât you want to see other possibilities?ââŚthat was also a desire she developed herself as a means of resistance imo. chief canât be controlled by paradeisos or the underground, she would be the person who is the most âfreeâ in shalomâs eyes despite everything and iâm just really geeked to see them interact.
i had so much shit to say about shalom oh my days đ i likely forgot some stuff because its late now and the event had my mind reeling, look at the amount of screenshots i took⌠hope my thoughts were somewhat satisfying to you tho i know youâve been waiting for them forever lol. i also kinda livetweeted it so if u want you can just have my immediate thoughts on my twitter, im more active there đŤśđž
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hi i would love to ask for a fanfic about akito yamada from "my love story with yamada kun" unfortunately the fandom is small so there's not enough smut abt him đ i really have a thing for drunk fanfics where the character takes care of the reader and then they do the boombayah đ i would love to see more writers write about my man đ about his personality i'd say he's a very calm and introverted guy and doesnt show much emotions (lets say hes a pretty stoic guy). Thank u sm đ
Drunken love
Wc:1.2k
Tw: Grammar mistakes (English is hard man)
An: Itâs been a while since I saw the show so I hope I got his character right
Drunk Reader
Yamada is incredibly caring when youâre drunk. Heâs the type to hold your hair back while youâre throwing up, make sure you have water and some painkillers ready, and take care of everything else you might need.
Heâd even cancel his stream for the day just to stay by your side. Sure, he might lose some money, and his guild members might be frustrated, but none of that matters to himâyou always come first.
Yamada is usually quiet by nature, but when youâre drunk, he becomes even more soft-spoken, making sure not to make a sound that could worsen your headache. Heâll stay close, cuddling you and gently playing with your hair until you drift off to sleep. Honestly, itâs impossible not to fall for him in those moments.
When heâs taking care of you, itâs hard to keep your thoughts from wandering. His soft whispers and tender touch are enough to make you melt. And the way he gets so overprotective when youâre not in controlâalways keeping a hand on you, staying within armâs reachâitâs overwhelming in the best way. At some point, you just canât take it anymore.
You call out, your hands fumbling aimlessly, grasping at nothing like a lost child. The room feels disorienting, but soon enough, you see Yamada rounding the corner, a glass of water and a couple of painkillers in each hand. He sets them down gently beside you, then helps you sit up, his touch firm yet comforting. Once you're upright, he helps you drink the water, steadying the glass so you donât spill or drop it. When you finish, he presses a soft kiss to your cheek, his voice low and tender. "You're doing so well for me love," he murmurs, a smile playing at the corner of his lips before he helps you ease back down into the bed.Despite the fog of drunkenness, your mind can't help but drift back to him, to the way his touch lingers just a bit too long, the way his words make your heart race. The simplest actionsâlike drinking water or lying back downâsuddenly feel charged, making you feel flushed and restless. You try to dismiss the heat rising in you, telling yourself itâs just the alcohol. So when Yamada returns, sleeves rolled up and carrying a tray of food and more water, you knew it wasnât the alcohol but you ignored that and focused on the way his muscles flex beneath his shirt. It's not much, just a light build, but it's enough to make you ache for more. The sight of him, so effortlessly attentive, only heightens the tension building in you. You canât ignore it anymore.âYamada... Yamada... Yamada," you call softly, your voice faint, yet intentional. When he turns toward you, a faint smile tugging at his lips, you extend your arms toward him. He understands immediately and walks over, kneeling down until you're face to face. Seizing the moment, you wrap your arms around him, drawing him closer, and gently press your head into the curve of his neck.â he asks, trying to pull away just enough to see your face. But you donât let him, instead leaning in closer to whisper softly in his ear, âMmm, I need you.â He turns his head slightly, attempting to hide the blush spreading across his cheeks, but youâre relentless. You start trailing kisses along his neck, causing him to flinch and jump slightly at the sensation"Come on, we can't not when you like this," he says, trying to squirm away from your grasp. "But I want to," you add as you press your lips into his skin, but he doesn't utter a word until you rub your feet over his hardening cock causing him to hiss and dig his fingers into your ankle. "Fine, if that's what you wanted, I'll give it to you," he says, pulling his hair back with one hand, his eyes now filled with desire and his lips now ghosting across your thighs. "But don't be mad if I keep you up all night ok."
Drunk Yamada
Yamada becomes a bit more talkative and needy when he's drunk, which is quite different from his usual quiet self. Heâs also more touchy, so donât be surprised if he ends up crawling all over you.
Make sure you enjoy it while it lasts, because tomorrow, heâll be back to his usual silent, reserved self. If he remembers everything from the night before, heâll probably be even less talkative.
Of course, you take care of him the same way he takes care of you when you're drunkâkeeping water and painkillers on hand, cooking nice meals, helping him change his clothes, and everything else.
But naturally, you take advantage of his drunken state to tease him. You might coax him into telling you he loves you or treat him like a child until heâs blushing and a mess. Itâs a side of him you donât usually see, but Yamada doesnât mind, even if itâs a bit embarrassing.
"Come on, Yamada, just one more time, please?" you ask, pouting cutely.""No, I donât want to," he replies, his face flushed from both embarrassment and the sake he drank earlier. "You're just going to make fun of me again."I swear I wonât," you reassure him, placing a hand gently on his thigh. But he still resists. Sighing, you pull out your secret weapon. "Fine, I guess Iâll just have to leave you here then." You stand up, preparing to walk away. To your surprise, he grabs your leg and pulls you back. "Fine, I'll say it," he mutters, his eyes wide like a child. You sit back down quickly, pulling out your phone to record this moment. You knew you might not get another chance to capture him like this."I-I love you," he stammers, his voice still a bit slurred from the alcohol. Once he finishes, you turn off your phone, give him a quick kiss on the head, and ruffle his hair affectionately. "See you did such a good job," you say before getting up to go fix him something nice to eat but once again he stops you this time he gives you a lustful look "If did such a good job does that mean I get a reward," he says his hand now dragging up you thigh slowly "Come on Yamada your to out of it for that" you say before going back down to look him eye to eye but he jumps on you before you can speak again catching your lips in a deep kiss your tongues battling for dominance not stopping until you're both out of breath. You watch as the ribbon of saliva that was joining your lips broke, making you quiver with need. In the middle of your heated kiss, he managed to pin you down to the ground, your hands now bound above your head. You look at him, waiting for his next move, but when he doesn't do anything, you take this as your chance to tease him a little more. "Well, you got me down here, so why don't you come and take your reward?" you murmur, your lips ghosting over his. He gives you a short peck before nudging his head into the crock of your neck. "With pleasure," he says with a cute stutter, his lips now ghosting close to your ear, utilizing this opportunity to wrap your calf around his waist. "Well, I'm ready when you are, love."
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FLOYD IS FINALLY HERE!!
Sorry it took so long, guys!! I was kinda struggling with this one and work has been kicking my ass đ Anyways!! Without further adue, I give to you
Floyd
- This boy is not a survivalist but he's trying his best
- He was still doing his solo career when the world began to flood. Like most, he didn't realize how serious it was at first. He didn't realize until he found the concert venue he was supposed to preform at completely submerged
- He started heading for higher ground. He figured if the water kept rising, he'd have to make a raft. He'd make a boat, but he'd never made one before, and a raft seemed like it'd be a bit easier
- When he got far away enough from the rising water, Floyd set about building his raft. He got some help from a few other trolls that were in the area, which he greatly appreciated
- He finished his raft just as the water got close enough to brush against the edges of it. So he made sure everything was tied down, pushed his raft into the water and set sail
- Floyd was proud of his raft, honestly. He'd built an awning to protect himself from the sun and the rain, a little water purifier made from branches, stones and a couple palm leaves, a small cooking pit made with stones and branches and some metal he'd found, and a couple storage containers. He'd also managed to make himself a comfortable bed! Overall, he was happy with his raft
- Sailing was honestly pretty nice. Storms were a bit rough on the raft, but he was usually able to find an island afterwards and was able to fix any damage. He'd even made a couple growth plots for fruits and vegetables! He may not be a survivalist, but he at least knew he needed at least a somewhat balanced diet if he didn't wanna get scurvy
- He spent most of his time at different islands. Once he found one, he'd stay there for a week or two, relaxing in the water and gathering resources until he eventually had to set sail again. He would just live at one of the islands for a while, but he wanted to find his brothers and make sure they were alright. It'd been so long since he'd seen them, and he missed them. Sailing on his own was lonely, too, and his brothers would be good company. (He also never forgot the promise he'd made to Branch about returning to him)
- He spent a couple months doing this little routine of his. Sail for a while, find an island, relax and gather resources for a few weeks, set sail, rinse and repeat. Occasionally, a couple techno trolls would peak up from the water and offer him some help, which he often took them up on, if for nothing else than some company and conversation. It was peaceful, but he couldn't wait to find his brothers
- He also noticed a few things as he sailed. For on, he got this awful rash on his neck. He's found some plants on a couple islands that helped with the itching and soreness, but no matter what he did, it wouldn't go away
- He also noticed how dry his skin would get. Going in the water helped a lot, and he was working on trying to make lotion out of coconut oil. Surprisingly enough, his hair and fur was looking better than ever, despite him not being able to use any products other than coconut oil since the flood started
- Eventually, another techno troll came out of the water and struck up a conversation before noticing the rash on his neck. The troll went quiet for a moment before asking to see Floyd's hands. Confused but curious, Floyd complied
- The ocean troll spread Floyd's fingers and his face looked like a strange mix between relief and somber. That was when Floyd took notice that the webbing between his fingers looked ever so slightly longer
- When Floyd asked if the techno troll was alright, they sighed and told him a legend. A legend of sirens and their history with technos. A legend of how they were locked away after the elder technos feared their powers. How they'd escaped their prison around the same time the flood hit. Of how they pumped the ocean full of a deep and ancient magic that altered the bodies of those who lived on land to better help them adjust and survive life in the ocean
- Floyd had been surprised, and rightfully so. He looked at the webbing between his fingers in a whole new light. Soon enough, he might not even need his raft to survive. It was strange to think such a thing was possible, but the proff was right there in the changes that were already occurring to Floyd
- He was sailing again, looking for another island or any ships that his brothers could possibly be on, when a huge storm hit. It was an intense one, he'd never sailed through one so big! He furled his sail and held on tight, trying to keep things together
- Then, he spotted a ship. A troll in a cloak and scarf peered over the edge and asked if he was alright. Before he could respond, though, a huge wave made contact with his raft and crushed it to splinters, throwing him and everything else into the dangerous waves
- He coughed and spluttered as he tried to keep his head above the water. He was a good swimmer, but he doubted anyone but techno trolls could swim in these waves. His head dipped below the water again when he felt strong arms wrap around him and pull him to the surface. He gasped for breath and the next thing he knew, he was laying on the deck of the mysterious stranger's ship
- He coughed and spluttered as he caught his breath, and the feeling of fabric being placed on his shoulders made him look up. The stranger had wrapped his scarf and cloak around Floyd and was now fishing for the remains of his raft with his hair. The troll had a strong build and muted colors, with purple skin and blue hair that faded to green at the tips
- Floyd stood right as the stranger hauled the last of what he could onto the boat. Floyd thanked him, and the stranger offered him a smile. He introduced himself as Creek, and Floyd introduced himself in return
- Creek helped him grab his supplies before leading him to the lower levels of the ship. He made some food and cocoa to warm them up, and they got to talking. Floyd learned that Creek had been a survivalist before the flood, living on his own in the woods. Floyd mentioned how he was just working on his solo career when the flood hit
- Slowly but surely, they grew closer and built a routine. Floyd was good at fishing, so he caught a lot of their food while Creek would forage when they reached an island. He taught Floyd a lot about foraging and surviving, and Floyd appreciated it
- Floyd also helped make repairs to the ship when needed. He learned quickly how to make, fix and repair things while on his raft, and fixing up Creek's ship was the least he could do after he'd saved his life
- When they weren't busy working and gathering supplies on islands, they'd relax â either on the deck of the ship or in the water, just overall having a good time. Creek's company was nice. He had a calming sort of atmosphere around him that Floyd couldn't help but enjoy
- One day, as they were sailing, they came across an absolutely massive ship. It was so big that other ships were able to dock to it. Hell, there were even areas for troll-sized ships to dock! Curious, they decided to dock and board. Creek had put on his cloak and scarf, covering his face and hair. Floyd asked why, confused, and Creek said he'd explain some other time. Floyd didn't push it
- After traveling up an elevator to the main deck of the ship, their eyes simultaneously widened. It was a floating restaurant on the sea! No wonder people were docking here
- They walked around for a bit, just exploring, before they found an area on the bar for trolls to sit and eat and decided to head there. After finding and empty table and sitting down at it, a vacationer who introduced herself as Brandy handed them a couple menus before stating that her husband would be around shortly to take their orders
- It didn't take Floyd long to find out what he wanted to try, and once Creek had also decided, they fell into an easy conversation. They spoke about the flood, the weather, the islands they'd visited before they met, anything and everything
- Then, a voice spoke up from beside them. An oddly familiar one. The voice was asking what they'd wanted to order before Floyd glanced up and they both paused. Blue skin that matched his own. Purple hair. Same smile. Floyd grinned and leapt out of his chair to hug the troll. One of the ones he'd been searching for. One he hadn't seen in 20 years.
- âSpruce!!â
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