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jals-stuff · 9 months ago

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Hihi! First of all I LOVE your writing and thank you for feeding us hungry Orter fans with your work (I have been STRAVING for his fic) so if you don't mind, I have a little request! So I imagine in a what if Orter has a crush on someone (aka us and ofc we gotta like the sandman back) who's always on a dangerous mission due to how strong they are who is ALSO his partner time to time and one day, they just went into a coma from overusing their magic. MAYBE when they woke up, the two will confess to each other or?? Idk I will let you cook 🧑‍🍳

(Sorry if my wording is a little confusing!)

good day/evening anon! your wording is just fine no worries

first of all, thank you SO much, this brightened my day by a lot, you have absolutely no clue what kind of serotonin torrent you have unleashed. I am glad at least some people like my writings, that's why I'm doing it.

I don't think this is 100% close to what you described, but I hope you'll like it regardless-

Should be gn!reader if I didn't mess it up...

warnings: SLIGHT SPOILIES, bit dark, mentions of death, bit of despair... not proofread I am so sorry.

word count: 2.8k

note: I apologise for any dumb mistakes because I physically cannot proofread myself at 6am but if I don't post it now I won't do it ever. please don't hate me anon

What if...

As much as he hates to admit it (to himself, of course), Orter had grown a little bit too fond of you. The way you greet him whenever you come back from a mission, or the way you always make sure to respect the rules and act logically while also protecting everyone around you when the two of you would go on missions together.

The way you whine when your legs are tired after walking long distances, the way you always bring him a little something to eat when you know it’s going to be a long trip. You’ve always been good to everyone, much opposed to the cold man; but it wasn’t the only difference between the two of you.

Everyone has their own logic and, as much as you respected your own, his was quite different. While you wanted to take every single possibility into consideration, he preferred not to overload his mind with useless statistics and just think of a solution when the time comes.

However, a lot of things aren’t affected by logic, such as feelings, and how could the dense sandman guess that you were absolutely enamoured with him? These were variables he would’ve never imagined, even though he was painfully into you as well.

Of course, he was your top priority, and protecting him from harm even though he was a rather powerful mage was of the utmost importance. He should’ve known that when the two of you recklessly charged into enemy territory in an attempt to weaken the devil’s quintuplets before they would be on the move.

Orter was a man of many things, but “what if''s were not part of his usual reasoning, and that was the biggest mistake of his life. However he only realised it too late when you had to break your own limits to make sure he’d go back safely. It was time to retreat, but the two of you had been completely cornered.

Having a dormant god inside of your wand had many benefits, but Psyche was not an entity to be trifled with. The Soul Goddess would, each time you requested even a fraction of her power, take a huge toll on your stamina and sanity, and this time it was more than critical.

You were already exhausted from using so much of your mana, and now you were completely surrounded by Innocent Zero's sons. Unleashing your Psyche Inclination and ordering all of the quintuplets to sleep immediately surpassed your own boundaries.

You knew what would happen if you pushed beyond your limits with your personal magic, but it was completely worth it. After all, what was the point of living anymore if the only person you loved was dead?

All of them were immensely powerful, and neutralising such strong enemies was not a meagre task. As soon as the last one fell to the ground in blissful slumber, you felt something rupture inside of you; like a used rope that suddenly lets go, your breath hitched and you collapsed to the floor.

It was all pitch black, and your consciousness kept you company just long enough to let you hear Orter’s panicked voice calling out for you. Yet somehow, despite the fact that you were falling into the pitch-black abyss, you felt relieved that he, above everything and everyone, was safe.

But anything beyond the confines of your darkened mind was unknown to you and despite your multiple attempts to open your eyes and wake up, everything went silent.

“No, no no…”

Had you been awake, you would’ve been astonished at how Orter had never been that distressed before, at least not in front of you. The loss of his dear friend Alex Elliot had taught him a painful lesson not to get attached to anyone and to simply stick to the rules, but he had let himself fall for you, and now he was experiencing the trauma once more.

“Please, no… not them…”

Not only were you unconscious, you had done this to yourself for his sake. He was aware of that fact; had you not decided to literally put yourself through such an ordeal, the two of you would be dead already.

But unlike his deceased junior, your heart was still beating and there was still time to save you. He had never run so fast in his entire life, carrying you carefully in his arms to bring you back to the Bureau’s infirmary, laying you down as gently as he could as the nurses rushed to assess your state.

You weren’t hurt, so to say, but the abusive usage of your personal magic had plunged you into a coma, and it was unsure if you would ever wake up from it.

It looked like you were peacefully asleep, maybe dreaming of a better place you would possibly join soon; unmoving and slowly breathing, as if nothing had happened. Orter knew you could possibly open your eyes anytime, and it kept him distracted every time he would fill his paperwork or go on a mission.

Whenever he had free time, he would rush to the infirmary to check on you, make sure you’re still breathing, or even talk to you. It could help you come back to your senses, or so the nurses said, and as ridiculous as he felt when he talked to your inert body, he would’ve done anything in his power to bring you back, as slim as the chances were.

But then it suddenly hit him. What could he possibly tell you if you ever woke up? He would for sure apologise, but other than that? How could he face you after you had quite literally sacrificed yourself for him? He wasn’t even sure he could look into your eyes again.

Did you resent him for this?

Would you forgive his recklessness?

Would you give him this warm smile he had gotten so used to?

And would it be time for him to finally admit his feelings? You were right here, in front of him, yet you weren’t there. He missed you so dearly, the sound of your voice, the shit eating grin you’d give him whenever he was wrong and you were right, the way you’d laugh at his disgruntled expression afterwards…

All of these interactions he thought annoyed him were now severely missed and he would’ve given anything to even just see the colour of your eyes one more time.

And see he didn’t, for what seemed to be an eternity. Everyday, when he’d come to visit you, a small part of him hoped your eyes would be open and you’d greet him the way you always did, but every time, he was met with your inanimate form, comfortably laid in the infirmary bed.

His hope of hearing your voice ever again gradually vanished with every one-sided conversation he had with your unconscious figure, swallowing down his emotions with every word he said. He was slowly accepting the fact that you might just never open your eyes again.

The more this thought settled into his mind, the more desperate he grew, and suddenly, his usual mindset faded away and his brain filled with “what if”s.

What if he had taken some time to listen to your suggestions, what if he had thought of a plan B like you always had? What if he had ever told you about his feelings, what if you loved him back? What if you didn't? What if you never woke up?

Dread took over on his other emotions and suddenly, it wasn’t hope that drove him to visit you everyday; it was despair. What if you never opened your eyes again? How could he ever live with your presence replaced by this horrifying feeling of guilt for letting you die in his place?

You were surely powerful enough that you could’ve ran away on your own, and left him behind if needed; it would’ve been the logical, reasonable thing to do. But the heart has its reasons which reason knows nothing of. Of course, he should’ve known that you would never leave him behind, but precisely because it was completely illogical, it never occurred to him that you would willingly let yourself be hurt if he had a chance to make it out alive.

Now he was sitting at your bedside and kept hoping you’d wake up, just open your eyes and talk to him, greet him and say everything was going to be fine, just the way it was before… it seemed like he hadn’t heard your voice in an eternity, and it was weighing on him the whole time. Like a burden he would have to carry forever if you didn’t wake up from this coma you had put yourself into for his own sake.

His eyes never left your figure as he spoke to you kindly, as if you were still awake. Of course, occasional visitors would look at him like he was a lunatic, talking to someone who was obviously not here to answer, but it didn’t matter to him anymore.

Orter was ready to abandon his image for your sake, sometimes even skipping work and breaking his own principles so he could hold your hand for another minute before going on yet another perilous mission.

The thought of you dying peacefully in your sleep haunted his mind every single day, and his sorrow was great enough that, more than once, he did consider exhausting himself enough so he would be defenceless enough for an enemy to just take him out of his misery.

For weeks, months, his mind was plagued with the thought of you leaving him forever, of not being able to tell you about these feelings he thought were completely unnecessary. Shame and rejection didn’t even matter to him anymore and he just longed for the day you’d wake up and even just look at him.

He was on a mission, the day he heard that one of your fingers had merely twitched. Breaking protocol was far from his usual behaviour, but he needed to see you. That is how he accidentally drowned an entire area in sand, catching both enemies and harmless monsters in his Antlion’s Nest.

The rules didn’t matter to him anymore, it was a physical need to see if you were okay and to maybe, just maybe hear your voice.

However, he walked in on something completely different. Many of the other Divine Visionaries were gathered around you in religious silence, observing you. He had to push through the crowd and his heart stopped for a second when he saw you.

You were sitting up in your bed, slightly confused as to why everyone was staring like this. For you, mere seconds had passed but in reality it had been literal months. As your eyes travelled amongst the crowd, you saw Orter, who was also staring at you in utter disbelief.

The infirmary was completely silent, and no one was moving, as if time had suddenly stopped. Ryoh threw a glance at the others and they just silently left. Now it was just you and Orter, looking at each other in both confusion and shock. He stumbled towards the chair that was resting near your bed and he slowly took a seat.

“Well… you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Upon hearing your voice, he let out a sigh he didn’t know he was holding. It was like all of his burdens were suddenly lifted off his shoulders and his head and arms simply collapsed against the mattress, much to your confusion. You raised your hand to reach for his hair and upon seeing how your nails had grown so much, you realised something probably happened.

“It’s been months! I thought you’d never wake up! I thought I wouldn’t hear your voice ever again. Why on Earth would you do such a thing? No, no... it was all my fault. I'm sorry, (Y/N), I'm so, so sorry.”

He sounded angry, but he really wasn’t. You started connecting the dots and it took you a bit of time to understand that you had been unconscious for the past few months, worrying the poor sandman to death, though right now it didn’t matter at all.

“I’m glad you’re alive, Orter.”

Although you had been unconscious for literal months, seeing the Desert Cane unharmed was such a huge relief for you. However, not everything was swell inside his mind. He still felt extremely guilty that you nearly died for him, and nothing could possibly pay back this humongous debt he thought he owed you.

But seeing his relieved expression when he looked at you was enough of a payback. He had watched you wither away for months and now you were finally back to the world of the living, eyes focused on him and him only.

You tried to stand up but as soon as your arms attempted to lift your form, they gave out and you started losing balance. Orter immediately stood up from his chair to catch you, wrapping his arms around your now weak body to support you, but even after you were back to your spot, he wouldn’t let go. He simply sat on your bed next to you, not letting go.

Almost out of instinct, you rested your head on his shoulder and let out a long sigh, your arms raising up slightly.

“Please, just rest, you must be really exhausted.”

But his words just didn’t reach you, you needed this. After a while and a lot of effort, you managed to rest these weak arms of yours against his shoulders, on the sides of his neck, and he fell silent. You had no strength at all but he could feel you use all of your willpower to embrace him, and you also seemed like you wouldn’t let go.

He seemed fine with it as he slightly nuzzled your neck and closed his eyes, finally relaxing a little after this emotional rollercoaster. It felt so comfortable to finally be in his arms after such a long time spent longing for him, as if you were finally where you belonged.

“I missed you.” Orter said quietly, close to your ear. His arms tightened around and you would've probably cried hadn't you been so exhausted. Your words were stuck in your throat and you could only nod and hum softly, your voice cutting inside your throat.

His arms tightened around you further, holding you into a comforting hug, one of his hands gently going through your hair and keeping your head close to him. You exhaled again, wanting nothing more than to keep holding him.

“Just don't let go. Please.”

Your voice was muffled by his embrace but you were close enough to his ear for him to understand your words, and you could've sworn you heard his breath hitch for a second as his arms tightened even harder around you.

“I won't.” He sighs into your neck, comfortably seated on the side of your bed, and you wanted nothing more than to lay back down and have him hold you, but you were still in the infirmary and it would've been very problematic to be seen like this.

“I won't, ever. I can't.” He held you even closer now, like he was trying to merge with you, your chest and his pressed against each other as if to share your heartbeats.

Although you had never seen Orter being this close with anyone before, it all felt very natural. Just like the way his hand slid from your hair to your cheek, like the way he moved away from you slowly, his usually cold gaze now soft and filled with something you weren't quite used to.

Just like the way he couldn't take it any longer and gave in to the physical urge to softly press his lips to yours. You didn't pull away, of course; the moment too precious to let surprise ruin it.

You returned the kiss, your eyes now closed to take in the pleasant, wholesome warmth his embrace brought to you, after you'd been so cold for literal months.

As nothing lasts forever, your lips and his slowly separated, but his eyes were now on yours again.

“I won't let you fall again, (Y/N), I promise.”

You couldn't help but give a soft chuckle and his expression turned slightly puzzled. Of course, you two didn't share the same braincells.

“I've already fallen too hard.” You breathed out.

His eyes widened for a second before he regained his composure and brushed a few hairs away from your face to place them behind your ear.

“Then I guess we’re both down now.” he finally admitted, his expression just a little softer and his lips almost curved into a smile.

You were suddenly thankful for Orter holding you so close, lest your heart would've jumped out of your chest.

“I love you, just… in case it wasn't clear enough.” He awkwardly added, and you thought it was just adorable. Another chuckle escaped you with a nod.

“I know. I love you too.”

He hummed softly and sighed deeply in relief.

That was one “what if” finally satisfied, and probably the first of a long list.

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anakin-pilled · 1 year ago

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𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘰𝘶𝘴 - anakin skywalker x fem! reader (part one)

pairing: anakin skywalker x fem! reader

wordcount: 4.8k

warnings: minimal uses of y/n (trying to avoid writing this as much as possible but sometimes u need to!), awkwardness, anakin needs a break, POV switching (im trying something new, but its still in 3rd POV), reader is a popstar (very loosely based of taylor swift), too many scenes (i'll limit it next chapter) rating: 18+ (my blog is 18+ only)

rating: 18+ (my blog is 18+ only)

taglist: lmk if u want to be added!

author's note: well, here it is!! my first anakin fanfic!! i was listening to gorgeous by taylor swift and it just reminded me of how much i hate beautiful men (hayden christensen) and the effect they have on me and then this feeling just spirialed and became a fanfic--and my first ever mini series! i'm aiming for four or five parts? enjoy!!! (proofread but if u see a mistake pls tell me). sorry if the first part is boring, i'm just trying to set the vibe and introduce the major plot elements! creds to saradika for the header!

All Anakin Skywalker wanted was one, uninterrupted kriffing break. Yet, even that seemed like too much to ask from the Maker. With an annoyed sigh, Anakin quickly ended the call on his comlink and made his way out of his living quarters and towards the Jedi Council’s meeting room. “What do they want from me now?” Anakin thought to himself.

It wasn’t unusual for Anakin to sport an attitude, but lately, his foul mood had been exacerbated in the last few months for several reasons. Anakin’s recent breakup with Padme laid heavy in his heart. As the war raged on and both of their duties called them away for weeks, even months, at a time, the young couple rarely had time to see each other. It was supposed to be a small break at first–Padme was working on an important bill that could change the tide of the war, so she wanted to focus all her energy on gaining support for the bill from fellow Senators and campaigning for its passage on the Senate floor. So, Padme suggested that she and Anakin take a quick pause on their relationship until she was finished with the bill. But even after the bill passed, Padme was too consumed by her senatorial duties to put her all into a relationship. Anakin was just as busy on the battlefields, traveling to distant systems, and ensuring that the Separatists did not win any more than they already had. However, he was still willing to put an effort into their relationship because he loved Padme more than life itself. Padme was Anakin’s first love, and they had already been through so much together. Didn’t that mean something? It was late one night when the couple retired to Padme’s apartment that she dropped the news. Anakin felt as if his whole world shattered. He begged on his knees to Padme, to give them another chance. She insisted it was for the best and that she would reach out to him in a few months when she felt ready. Anakin would be lying if he said a part of him was shocked. After all, Padme put her job as Senator above everything else. But still, it hurt knowing that the one person who he would abandon everything for, would not do the same for him.

Aside from the breakup, Anakin was tired of the constant fighting, the rising death toll, and the never-ending chaos that always seemed to follow him. The 501st Clone Battalion’s most recent war campaign was brutal, and they lost a few men to Trandoshan separatists while in battle at a small, Outer Rim planet. Anyone could see that Anakin thrived in war. He was nicknamed the “Hero With No Fear” for a reason. But, the death of his men, or any man under Republic forces, always left his heart and mind unsettled.

As Anakin reached the door to the Jedi Council, he quickly shook his head as if to ward away his dark thoughts. He really should meditate more. The door opened and Anakin was greeted with the sight of the Jedi Masters sitting in a circle, he noticed many of them appeared via holoprojectors.

“Hello masters,” Anakin said with a bow. He looked around until he met eyes with Obi-Wan, who happened to be off-planet at the moment. Obi-Wan gave Anakin an uneasy smile which blared the alarms in Anakin’s head. Anakin was already in a defensive mode due to his rocky relationship with the council.

It was Mace Windu who spoke first. “General Skywalker, we have called you here today to discuss an upcoming mission. It is to our understanding that you are currently on a break right now, however, you were specifically requested by the Chancellor for this task.” It must be an important mission if the Chancellor himself requested that Anakin carry it out.

“There will be an upcoming charity event hosted in honor of the Republic to raise funds for the war effort. The event is being held in Corulag in ten rotations from now. While Corulag is part of the Republic, there have been recent Separatist activities within the planet and its system,” Master Windu continued.

“And what will I need to do while in Corulag?” Anakin asked with a slight edge in his voice. He really didn’t want to travel off-world.

“You will be the personal escort and bodyguard to the charity’s main event, singer (Y/N) (L/N). She will be performing a show as part of the charity and her presence is estimated to bring in a lot of credits for the war effort. While we don’t personally believe there will be a threat on her life, the Chancellor suspects that the Separatists may try to infiltrate the singer as a way to ruin the charity’s efforts.”

Anakin felt his annoyance flare up again. He was being taken away from his well-deserved break time to babysit a singer? This was a job that even a Padawan could carry–Ahsoka could do it with her eyes closed.

Even through the holoprojector, Obi-Wan could see the tale tell signs of his former student’s growing anger. He pitied the boy. Obi-Wan felt that Anakin deserved his break, especially after his most recent mission. However, it was not up to Obi-Wan alone to make these decisions. With the war prolonging itself more than necessary and the expenses rising every day, the Republic needed as many credits as it could get from its supporters. Obi-Wan quickly piqued up from the side to calm his friend, “Anakin, the Chancellor personally requested you as the singer is a family friend of his, and he trusts you. The Council will discuss giving you vacation time after completing your mission.” As vexed as Anakin might have been at first, he certainly didn’t want to disappoint the Chancellor. He had no choice but to accept the mission. Anakin silently nodded to the council.

“Recieve more instructions tomorrow, you will. Rest for now,” said Yoda from his chair.

And with that, the meeting was over. Anakin said his goodbyes with a bow and walked out.

After Anakin left the meeting, he headed towards the Jedi Archives to conduct some research on his new mission. He wasn’t interested in who the singer was, or what she did. Rather, he wanted to know what kind of person she was–was she a controversial celebrity, or did she stay in the lines? Anakin prayed he wasn’t dealing with some crazy, entitled celebrity who did whatever she wanted. That would make his mission harder than it needed to be. He had heard of the singer’s name in passing from Ahsoka, who kept up with recent trends via the HoloNet. As a General and a Jedi Knight, Anakin no longer had the same sense of freedom that he had as a Padawan, even though he had much less freedom than his other Padawan counterparts. “Perks of being the Chosen One, I suppose,” Anakin bitterly whispered to himself.

Anakin filtered past the front desk of the Archives after giving Madame Jocasta a quick nod and small time. He wanted to be in and out so he could get food from the Temple’s cantina before retreating to his living quarters for the night.

“What do you mean they are assigning a Jedi Knight as my security detail?! I thought this was supposed to be a simple concert for a charity event, why are they assigning a Jedi if there is no imminent danger?!” you exclaimed to your manager, Gido Frisco, with a pointed look.

When you agreed to perform at this charity event, you did so because you wanted to help raise credits for the Republic. Your management discouraged you from having any outspoken opinions on politics as it could lead to alienation from fans and tabloid backlash. But after your home planet became a recent victim to Separatist forces, you could no longer idly sit by and continue living as if the war didn’t affect you. When the charity’s organizers approached you to do this event, you happily agreed because all the credits earned were going to a meaningful cause. To the Republic. To democracy.

The event was to consist of several performances by famous artists from throughout the Core Worlds, but you were the headlining event. Though you would humbly deny it, your popularity superseded everyone else set to perform. The media and your fans dubbed you “the Galaxy’s princess” due to your popularity as a singer across the Galactic Core. You hated that nickname. You were very far from a princess–you were just lucky enough to be born with an innate musical talent. Nonetheless, you were still treated as if you were royalty.

“Look, I’m going to be blunt with you. There has been Separatist activity in and around Corulag, but we don’t predict that it will directly affect you. Think of the Jedi as an extra security personnel. They won’t let anybody or anything hurt you,” explained Gido.

“Who is we?”

“We as in myself, and the Chancellor. He was quite worried for your safety when he heard of your acceptance to perform.” That made much more sense. The Chancellor, an old family friend of yours, often looked out for you throughout your years on Coruscant. You had no family on the planet as all your family lived on Bar’leth, only visiting you every few months. While you saw them as often as you could, the help and care they provided you was limited to messages on your holo tablet and calls via communicator. The Chancellor took it upon himself to help you whenever he could. You were extremely grateful for his help, but you couldn’t help but feel unnerved by the thought of having a Jedi accompany you. You knew Jedis were the peacekeepers of the galaxy. As the war started and worsened, the Jedi were thrust into a new, partial position. Where the Jedi went, trouble unfortunately followed. Would more trouble follow you if you were accompanied by a Jedi than if you were not? Only time would tell.

“Very well. And when will I meet this Jedi?”

“You will meet him tomorrow morning. Please do not stress the situation. We are merely taking precautions. Rest for tonight and we will talk more in the morning. Goodnight, princess.” And with that, Gido walked out of your apartment and you were left alone.

You walked outside and onto your balcony and observed the night sky. Your eyes followed the speeders flying through the air–a cacophony of honks and whizzes! reached your ears. You leaned upon the stone masonry of the balcony’s railing and rested your elbows on its surface. You then laid your cheek in your palm and closed your eyes as the lights of Corscuant reflected off your statue. You took into the slight breeze of the night and enjoyed this moment of serenity. Who knows what the next few rotations will bring? You could only hope you would suffer a nicer faith than your home planet. Your eyes opened, and you retreated into the lush interior of your apartment and began your nightly routine.

Holy kriff, this man is kriffing gorgeous! Those were the first words that popped into your head when you saw the Jedi knight walk into your living room. It was early in the morning. You thought he was only supposed to accompany you at the charity benefit, but your team thought it would be best if he accompanied you throughout the week as you prepared for the event and ran errands.

As he walked closer to you, you felt your mouth run dry and a creeping heating sensation sprouted from the base of your neck to your cheeks. You could only hope he didn’t feel the heat radiating off your body. He was wearing dark-colored robes, with a maroon long-sleeve undershirt, and only one leather glove on his right arm. Was this a fashion statement of some kind? Gido spoke up before you could say anything.

“Welcome, and thank you for being here Jedi. I can assure you that it means very much to us and I hope that you find yourself comfortable for the next few rotations. Our team will do its best to ensure you are properly accommodated. My name is Gido Frisco, and I am (Y/N)’s manager.” Gido reached out his hand for Anakin to shake. Anakin took his hand in a firm grip and replied.

“Thank you. My name is Anakin Skywalker, general of the 501st Legion. I will do my best to keep (Y/N) safe.”

Anakin. You had heard of him before–he was the Republic’s poster boy and a very successful leader. Though you knew of him, you had yet to put a face to the name until now. Instead of making eye contact with the man, you simply stared at the ground until Gido included you in the conversation.

“And this is (Y/N),” Gido said.

You then looked up at Anakin and made eye contact with the gorgeous man in front of you. Your eyes widened slightly as you took in the color of his eyes. They were a dazzling shade of blue that was highlighted by the scar running down the right side of his forehead to underneath his eye.

There was an awkward moment of silence before you stuttered as you reintroduced your name to Anakin and shook his hand. Shit, he's strong, you thought as he shook your hand with a firm grasp. If there was one thing you were weak for, it was a strong man. A strong, beautiful man!

“Pleasure to meet you too. I’ll be at your service this week,” Anakin stated with a small smile. Kriff, even his voice was attractive! You could only stare at him and nod. You were truly at a loss for words. Wait, can he hear my thoughts right now? You thought to yourself. You heard the Jedi could use the Force to read minds, but you didn’t know if this was just a rumor. You hoped it was just a rumor or you'd find yourself burying yourself six feet under the ground out of embarrassment.

“Well, now that you two are acquainted, I’ll be taking Anakin so we can go over the security details. Stay here until then.” Gido then led Anakin out of the room and that was the last you saw of the Jedi until dinner time.

When Anakin woke up the next morning, he walked toward the Temple’s catina to grab a warm cup of caf and breakfast. The food was meager most days, but it beat having to live off the plain-tasting ration bars that he ate most of the time when he was on missions and campaigns. As Anakin walked through the tables to find a seat, he was greeted by the site of his former master sipping on a cup of tea and conversing with Ahsoka.

“Ahh, Anakin. Nice to see you this morning. I am terribly sorry that you have been called upon for another mission. I do believe that your rest was well-deserved, but unfortunately, I had no power over this decision,” Obi-Wan stated as he continued to sip on his tea.

“Thanks, Master. I can’t say I’m particularly excited about this, but hopefully, after this is done, I can properly enjoy my rest.”

“Master, you’re so lucky! I am so jealous of you right now. I wish I could join you, but Master Sinabu has requested that I assist him in a few lessons with the younglings,” Ashoka pipped in. “Hey, do you think you could get me an autograph?” She was excited. Ahsoka was no stranger to being in the company of high-profile people, but most of the time, it was limited to officials and members of the Senate. Boring! The thought of her master working with one of the most famous singers of this generation was honestly hilarious to her. A part of her wished it was her on this mission instead. The last time Anakin was on babysitting duty was when Ahsoka first joined Anakin as his Padawan was to rescue Jabba the Hutt’s son. Much like Anakin, Ahsoka believed this task could’ve been carried out by a Padawan, but as Obi-Wan explained to her, the Chancellor personally requested Anakin for this task.

“Snips, I’m there to protect, not get autographs. Try practicing your mediation skills, and maybe I’ll get you an autograph,” Anakin said with a small smirk on his face. Much like him in his Padawan days, Ahsoka found meditating tedious and boring. He honestly should meditate more to set a better example, but Anakin’s teaching method was more of “Do as I say, not as I do.”

“Oh come on Skyguy! You owe me this favor after I saved your butt back on Florrum. What would you have done if I wasn’t there to save you from all those assassin droids?” quipped Ashoka with a slight raise in her eyebrows. Damn, she got me there, thought Anakin to himself. But, he wasn’t going to let her have this win so easily. One might say that Anakin was acting immature for his age, but he and Ahsoka’s relationship thrived off witty remarks and friendly competition. Anakin’s relationship with Ahsoka was one of the most precious things in his life.

“Except I won our last sparring battle. That makes us even, no?” Ahsoka’s smile quickly dropped, and she glared at her master. Anakin took a sip of his caf and continued, “Only kidding, Snips. I’ll try to get you that autograph. I might be too busy trying to keep this singer out of trouble.”

Obi-Wan observed his former student and Ahsoka with fondness. “Do not worry, young one. You will beat Anakin one day. A student is only as good as their teacher, and you have a good teacher. I would know–I taught him,” Obi-Wan joked with the two. “Anakin, I hope this mission goes smoothly. I know how badly your last assignment went.” Obi-Wan placed his hand on Anakin’s shoulder and squeezed it.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Though Anakin’s ego subsided since he lost his arm at the Battle of Geonosis, it didn’t mean he liked talking about his failures. The Separatists somehow acquired important Republic intel and managed to ruin Anakin’s battle strategy with a surprise attack. He and his men just barely made it out on time before a full Separatist takeover happened. Anakin’s appetite was ruined by the thought of it.

Suddenly, Anakin’s commlink beeped and he knew it was time to head out to the hangar and receive his instructions for the week. He said his farewells to Obi-Wan and Ahsoka before going to the hangar, where he was surprisingly greeted by the Chancellor. The older man smiled at Anakin and shook his hand.

“Anakin, my boy. I cannot express my gratitude to you for accepting this assignment. You see, I specifically asked for you because I knew that I could trust you with my dear family friend. I do hope that you take care of her well.”

“Of course, Chancellor. She will be safe under my watch.”

“Now, she shouldn’t give you any trouble. She is a well-mannered girl. However, I have just received secret Separatist intel and wanted to share it with you before I visit the council. According to the intel, Count Dooku has ordered intelligence to interfere with the benefit. Our report says that he is planning on hacking our broadcasting signal and threatening the talent for the whole galaxy to see. For what, I do not not know. While we do expect the benefit to raise many credits for the Republic, the show will also provide a boost in morale for the citizens of the Republic. I theorize that Count Dooku wishes to ruin the public’s perception of the Republic’s efficiency and control over the war and the talent are a way to do this,” explained Chancellor Palpatine.

Anakin furrowed his brows. “Seems like Count Dooku is running out of scare tactics. Chancellor, the Jedi will ensure that the benefit proceeds as expected and that no harm comes to anyone there.”

The Chancellor smiled at Anakin’s words. “Thank you, my boy. Now I mustn’t take any more of your time. I will let you go now. You will receive more information on the Separatist intel later on.”

Anakin and the Chancellor shook hands once more before Anakin boarded his ship and plugged in the coordinates provided to him by the council.

Anakin’s first impression of you was that you were pretty. A delicate kind of pretty that Anakin had only seen in one other person before, Padme. But as quickly as the thought entered his conscious, he pushed it toward the back of his mind. What was he even thinking? He chalked up to him missing Padme. Yeah…Anakin just missed Padme and now that he was in the same familiar situation that he was in a few years ago when he first met Padme, familiar feelings are rising. After all, this wasn’t the first time Anakin had been sent on bodyguard duty for a well-known beautiful public figure.

Your manager introduced himself to Anakin and then introduced you to him. Though he wasn’t excited about this mission, he couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit relieved that he would be staying in your luxurious apartment for the next few rotations until you traveled off-world. It wasn’t very often that the Jedi were afforded such accommodations. Anakin had spent his fair share of nights seeking refuge in strange, foreign biomes with only mere sticks and leaves as shelter. If he couldn’t sleep in the comfort of his private quarters at the Temple, he might as well enjoy the lavish high-rise Coruscanti apartment.

Despite Anakin’s initial impression of you, your reaction toward him was��intriguing. Based on his research last night, Anakin couldn’t anything on the HoloNet that painted you in a bad light. Sure, there were the occasional tabloid articles that made outrageous claims about you, but all of those were overridden by the amount of good publicity you got. Charismatic, friendly, confident, a sweetheart–these were all words used to describe you by the various media outlets. But the person standing in front of Anakin seemed everything but that.

Your nervous energy radiated off you and permeated Anakin’s senses through the force. You avoided eye contact with him until your manager forced you to properly look at Anakin and introduce yourself to him. You definitely didn’t seem as confident as the Holo Net made you out to be, but Anakin didn’t fault you for this. He’s sure you felt nervous in the presence of a Jedi because it implied that there was some danger lurking around. If there wasn’t, he wouldn’t have been assigned to his task. What did you know about the terrors of war and the cruel reality of death and destruction? You were just a rich celebrity located within the safe confines of the Galatic Core. Anakin felt a twinge of jealousy at this notion. He knew that he belonged with the Jedi, but Anakin couldn’t help but feel envy at the fact that you were simply an innocent civilian whose daily life was virtually unaffected by the war. You didn’t have to witness violent bloodshed, say goodbye to your comrades, and live life constantly on the move. Sometimes Anakin longed for his days on Tatooine when he lived with his mother and worked in Watto’s workshop. He was a poor slaveboy, but at least he had his mother, and life was relatively peaceful. Before Anakin could harp on these thoughts any longer, he caught a stray thought that didn’t belong to him.

Kriff, even his voice was attractive! Anakin was sure the thought didn’t belong to Gido, so he could only assume that it belonged to the woman standing in front of him. Anakin internally smirked to himself. Could it be that Anakin made you nervous for reasons other than him being a Jedi? Perhaps…you found Anakin attractive. Anakin didn’t care if you found him attractive, but it did boost his ego a bit. It seems his split from Padme was affecting him more than he thought. Since when did trivial things like this matter?

Anakin looked over you once more before following Gido to discuss the schedule and plan for the upcoming rotations.

Dinner was…awkward, to say the least. It was just you and Anakin eating in your dining room. Gido had some business he needed to attend to so he could not join you for dinner. Anakin insisted that he could eat somewhere else as he did not want to intrude, but you insisted that he eat with you. It was the polite thing to do. But after you insisted that Anakin sat with you, you realized that you had nothing to talk about. A singer and a Jedi Knight turned war general? What would you have in common? A pregnant silence enshrouded you both. Only the soft clinks of silverware could be heard.

You sipped on your water every few bites to calm your nerves. This was so unlike you! Honestly, you were never one to shy away from anyone’s presence. A part of your job was selling a likable persona to the public–countless interviews, media appearances, meet and greets! You had done these all with grace and a smile. Yet you couldn’t find the proper words to say to the gorgeous man sitting right across from you. Geez, he must think I’m one of those stuck-up celebrities, you chided in your head. You were far from stuck up, but something about Anakin set your nerves on fire and made the social part of your brain feel like mush. Sweat started building up in your armpits as you thought about it. You had to do something to salvage your reputation and stop yourself from sweating through your outfit.

You cleared your throat and looked up from your dinner plate. “So, Anakin. How do you know the Chancellor? I hear you’re friends with him.”

“I’ve known the Chancellor since I was a little boy. We first met when I left my home planet after I was discovered by a Jedi named Qui-Gon Jinn. He was Naboo’s representative back then.”

“Oh, that's interesting. My family goes way back with the Chancellor too. My father and him studied at the same university on Naboo. Though my father was a few grades below the Chancellor, they became good friends,” you replied.

Anakin nodded at your story before focusing his attention elsewhere. You internally deflated once you saw he did not seem to care about keeping a conversation. However, if you were going to spend the new few rotations together, you’d rather it not be more awkward than it already was.

“Uhm, where are you from? You mentioned that you left your home planet. I’m not from Coruscant either! I am from Bar’leth.”

“Tatooine,” Anakin answered curtly. The way Anakin said Tatooine almost made you think that he disliked his home planet. He didn’t say it with any fondness, or longing.

“That’s in the Outer Rim, right? I’ve never been. How is it?” you questioned.

“Hot, lawless, and sandy.” Another short answer.

You got the impression that Anakin wasn’t exactly fond of his home planet, so you decided to change the subject of conversation. “You travel a lot as a Jedi. Which has been your favorite planet so far?”

Anakin was silent for a moment before, as if he were thinking deeply about it. In reality, Anakin knew his favorite planet. Naboo. He only paused for a moment because he was unsure if he wanted to reveal this information to you. Though it was seemingly an innocent question (and it was), Anakin felt it was a vulnerable question. Naboo is the planet he spent days frolicking in the lush, romantic meadows with Padme, falling deeper in love with her as the days passed. Naboo represented a part of Anakin that no longer existed–an Anakin that didn’t know the pain of losing a mother, losing a part of himself in the process. When his mother died, gone became the young boy with a golden aura and eyes full of hope. On Naboo, Anakin was still bright and naive with a laughter full of joy and excitement. That Anakin died the day he and Padme set out to find his mother on Tatooine. Anakin wished every day to the Maker that part of him could come back from the dead and replace who he currently was. To better days.

“Naboo. That’s my favorite planet,” answered Anakin. He decided to be truthful instead of responding with a random planet. Anakin didn’t know what compelled him, but he knew you were only being polite.

“Naboo is beautiful. Though I mainly grew up in Bar’leth, I spent a lot of my childhood summers in Naboo. I don’t think there is any other planet with views as stunning as Naboo,” you revealed.

You felt that there was nothing else to say. The remainder of the dinner was quiet. Though there wasn’t as much tension as before, it was still awkward. You finished your dinner as quickly as possible before retreating to your personal quarters for the evening.

To be continued!

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closing night | backstage series | l.sm

He felt like home. Like coming home after a tiring day, you can finally relax and unwind. The comfort of his affectionate embrace is everything you've been longing for in the last few days.

♡︎ pairing: lee seokmin x afab!reader ♡︎ genre: fluff, smut mdni you'll get blocked ♡︎ aus: theatre performer seokmin, fake dating with benefits ♡︎ word count: 12.8k

↣ part 1, part 2, part 3, navi post

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♡︎ warnings: swearing, pet names: noodle, baby (hers), smut with plot, soft dom seokmin, big dick seokmin, dirty talk, making out, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex (m, f), swallowing, a bit of praise kink (f), a bit of hand kink. | again, this is not proofread so i apologise for any mistakes or inconsistencies

part 4

Three years before.

The gentle sounds of the nearby river flowing lulled you into a peaceful nap.

As you slowly woke up again, confused as to why you were in a park, you felt gentle fingers brush your hair. A warm voice singing a tune over and over again.

You were lying on the grass, your head resting on Seokmin's lap. Then you remembered that you were on the park with your friends to wind down after a long practice session for a course that was important to you.

There was a small mark on Seokmin's jeans where your drool had landed. Ashamed, you reincorporated in the grass, the back of your hand wiping away the drool on the corner of your mouth.

"I drooled on you," you muttered, feeling a bit groggy still.

"I know, I felt it. Disgusting," you heard him say with a chuckle.

You turned to see him. His dark brown hair was hiding beneath a green cap.

"Sorry," you mustered a shy smile.

"I'm only joking, noodle," he reassured.

You noticed that Soonyoung and Seungkwan were nowhere to be seen. And the sun was no longer at its highest point in the sky.

"How long did I sleep for?" you asked, fumbling on the grass for your phone.

"I don't know. You have a very deep sleep, though," he commented with a chuckle. "Some kids came here with loud speakers to do a dance challenge and you didn't even budge. Was funny."

Embarrassed, you found your phone in your backpack. "Haven't been sleeping lately. I've been pulling an all-nighter this week for finals."

You saw that it was already 4PM. So you had slept in Seokmin's lap for about 3 to 4 hours. You felt your heart drop.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" you asked, horrified that you had slept for hours on his lap.

His lips pressed in a small smile, he shrugged. "I thought you'd needed it," he went to grab his things, and stood up. "Hungry? D'you wanna go grab something to eat with me? I'm buying."

"I uh... thank you," he held out a hand to help you stand. "But I should go home. I have to keep studying," you muttered shyly, brushing the dirt and grass off your clothes.

Seokmin had been a very attentive friend lately. After months of you being in their friend group, you had grown really close to him. And besides letting you sleep on his lap for hours, he'd been making sure you eat, that you get home safe and sometimes he brings you coffee when he knows he'll find you in the library.

His usual response was that you had helped him a lot with homework and assessments at university, and that he felt the need to pay you back all the time. As much of his explanation was correct, you did not want to dig any further.

"That's okay," he shrugged again. "But you've been pushing yourself too hard lately. I don't want our noodle having a burn out for being an overachiever," he cooed, dropping an arm on your shoulders as you walked through the park, beside the river.

"It's this stupid art history final 'm worried about," you mumbled, trying not to think too much of his arm draped in your shoulders.

"Don't worry, noodle. It's just a test. It won't matter in a year, or in a month," he chanted carelessly.

"But–maybe you're right. But it matters to me now," you mentioned.

"I can help you study," he suggested, dropping his arm from your shoulders.

"The last time you helped me study you fell asleep in the library," you reminded him, but couldn't help but smile at the memory.

"And you let Soonyoung paint my face with your markers," he pouted. "You're right, I shouldn't help you."

You laughed, remembering the pictures of him asleep on the library with doodles on his face.

"We can grab milkshakes and you help me study for a bit. Fair trade?" you suggested.

"Or, I can help you study today and you come with me for the job fair next week," he countered.

"I'll go with you to the job fair either way, we don't have to trade that," you said.

Seokmin has been anxious about that job fair for weeks now. Apparently some theatre companies and different acting agencies will be there and he wanted to make some good impressions, but he couldn't do it alone.

"Promise you'll come with me?" he asked.

You suppressed a smile. "Sure."

He held up his pinky finger out to you and you scoffed, he held it closer between you, insisting. "You've been standing me up lately, don't wanna risk it."

You intertwined your pinky with his. "I promise."

"Good. Now, milkshakes..."

Your chuckle was interrupted by your phone buzzing in your pocket, pulling it out from your pocket you went to check it.

[4:19 PM] youngho ♡: bbgirl [4:19 PM] youngho ♡: wya? [4:20 PM] youngho ♡: i'm outside your building

"Oh, crap," you muttered, and Seokmin leaned to peek at your screen. "Sorry, can we move our study sesh to tomorrow? I totally forgot I had a date with Youngho."

Seokmin coughed, masking his chuckle. "Sure, I'm free tomorrow," he muttered awkwardly. "I thought you said you called it off with Youngho 'cause he was a mess."

"He is," you muttered. "I decided to give him a second chance."

"Why?" Seokmin's frown deepened.

You shrugged. "He's kinda cute. I don't know."

Seokmin snorted.

"What?" you asked, a shy smile appearing on your lips.

"Nothing, nothing," his smile faded as he looked at the ground while he walked beside you. "Can I ask you something?"

You were taken aback for a minute, seeing that Seokmin got serious all of a sudden. "Sure, what is it?"

He was biting his lower lip, looking at the sidewalk as you continued walking toward the bus stop. "Do you see this thing with Youngho going somewhere?"

"Oof. Don't know. Don't think so," you shrugged. "Maybe it's just a fling. Why?"

He bit his lower lip, looking a bit lost in thought. "Dunno. I was just thinking that's kind of difficult for me to date lately."

"That reminds me," you mentioned before crossing the street with him at your side. "Didn't you tell me you were going to ask Seoyeon out?"

"Who?" he muttered, his mouth pouting. He shook his head slightly. "Ah, yeah. I didn't."

"Why not?" you frowned. His face looked deep in thought.

"I forgot," he muttered.

You narrowed your eyes as you both waited for the bus for you. "Did you chicken out, Lee Seokmin?"

He smiled sheepishly. "No," he mumbled. "I just forgot."

"She thinks you're cute! You should get to know her," you landed soft slap on his shoulder. "She is nice. I like her."

"Maybe you should ask her out," he muttered, the tips of his ears bright red.

"That's not what I meant!" you whined. "Come on, Dk!"

"What if I don't like her at all? I want to ask someone I know I like," he murmured shyly.

The bus was approaching the stop. The screech of the brakes almost drowned out his voice, but you managed to catch his words.

"Then you should go ahead and do it," you replied simply with a smile. "That's me. I'll see you later, Dk!"

You waved goodbye as you boarded the bus, choosing a seat where you could still catch a glimpse of him. He smiled back at you, a bittersweet smile.

Present day.

It has been just a few days since you last saw Seokmin. But he's been living in your mind every day, making you miss him with every second that passed.

You attempted to maintain your daily routine, and keeping yourself occupied proved effective, for the most part. However, there were days when you felt terrible, and Seungkwan couldn't help but notice, persistently badgering you about it until your shift at the coffee shop concluded.

It was the last week of your season before the last night of show. It's been six weeks since you and Seokmin started fake dating. And four days since he called it off, confessing that he had broken the promise he made to you.

That promise meant that your fake relationship would be only just for fun. No real feelings.

You tried to keep your mind off the memory of him. You were in the middle of brewing coffee, since you haven't been sleeping well for the past few days.

The buzzing of your phone snapped you out of your train of thought.

[10:21 AM] soonie: i got the role [10:21 AM] soonie: ╥﹏╥ [10:22 AM] soonie: did u get the role too [10:27 AM] soonie: don't leave me on read

Those were the messages you had already read. Ignoring him was not always easy, given his insistence. However, his rapid-fire texts sometimes gave you a headache.

[10:40 AM] soonie: sigh [10:40 AM] you: i got the role too soonie [10:41 AM] soonie: we're kissing ig 🤮🤮 [10:41 AM] you: it's just 1 night every week, chill [10:41 AM] soonie: FOR 7 WEEKS [10:41 AM] you: it's just a simple kiss soonie [11:42 AM] soonie: WHAT WILL I SAY AT YOUR WEDDING FEAST [10:42 AM] soonie: scratch that [10:42 AM] soonie: how will i be able to look at dk in the eye after i kiss his girl ? [10:42 AM] soonie: 🤮

Soonyoung obviously didn't know that you and Seokmin weren't in a relationship, he didn't even know that it was all completely fake. You didn't know how he'd react. But you decided not to tell Soonyoung anything yet.

You got an email confirming you had gotten the role earlier in the morning. So you'll be Satine for 7 weeks. And not only that, you'll have to extensively prepare for the shows.

Now that the company recently acquired a bigger production team and acquired the permissions and rights to adapt more popular works into theatre, you had the opportunity to get bigger roles.

This was a big opportunity for you. It meant bigger audiences, larger shows, larger runs. Training, classes, reading, learning scripts, work, work, work.

But it was okay, you needed to be busy.

The reason why Soonyoung was freaking out was because you'll have to kiss him for one particular scene. From what you knew, it was a passionate kiss. But you two were actors, kissing people for a scene was normal.

When you kissed Seokmin for the first time, you were acting. You were pretending to be his girl for a night to make your friends see that you were over your ex.

But even going back to the memory, it wasn't like acting on a stage. You felt something. Whenever Seokmin touched you, kissed you, you felt things that you usually didn't feel on stage.

Did he feel the same things you did when you first kissed?

The mere recollection of him caused your body to ache, and you physically recoiled from the memory. This same feeling had been happening ever since Seokmin left your apartment that night he confessed his feelings for you.

Pain. Fear. Regret.

But you couldn't quite put your finger on why.

Seokmin was your best friend. He has been for years now and you were in the brink of losing him to your bad choices. You knew that having sex with him blurred the lines of your friendship with every encounter you had. But you didn't seem to care in that moment, now you regret it.

You never intended for this to go so far. In the beginning of it all, you just thought it was a fun little secret you had with Seokmin. A fake relationship between two friends who like to fuck. The first time you had sex with Seokmin, it was purely that. Just sex.

All because you wanted people to shut up about your cheating ex. You didn't even feel something for your ex anymore, so you didn't think that you were using Seokmin as a rebound. But it felt wrong.

So, it was a particular shitty day for you. You didn't even felt like celebrating the news of your new important role.

Later that day you had your shift. You dragged yourself to the coffee shop, when you arrived fifteen minutes late, you knew what would happen.

"There you are," Seungkwan said, putting his phone in his pocket. "I've been calling you. Are you okay?"

Your brow furrowed. "I'm fine, Boo," you searched your pockets. "I think I left my phone back in my apartment. Sorry."

He eyed you up and down for a second, a worried look on his face. "You look like shit."

You scoffed. "Thanks, man."

"I mean it. Are you sure you're okay?"

You rubbed your face with two hands. "I'm just tired, that's all."

He pursed his lips for a second. But decided to continue his task for the moment. "You know you can tell me anything, right?"

"Boo, I'm fine," you insisted.

"I'm worried!" he exclaimed, annoyed now.

"Don't be," you muttered, taking your position at the cash machine. "'m fine."

You heard him scoff, but didn't say anything else anymore.

The shift was difficult. You didn't think of Seokmin for hours, but you felt the echoes of your worries affect you in other ways. You'd forget simple things, mix orders and make minor mistakes that cost you time.

It was starting to annoy you. This failure in your mind due to your stress from the idea of losing your best friend. He told you he wouldn't go anywhere. But what if he did? What if he backs out seeing your apparent indecisiveness?

The shift ended after long hours of you fucking up. Luckily no one told you anything, in fact, you felt a bit annoyed that no one said anything. Instead, your co-workers seemed to be giving you the pity treatment again. But now for a new reason unbeknownst to them since you weren't saying anything.

You just looked like you're close to breaking. You looked like you were holding back tears and you might as well be.

Keeping secrets could be like that–weighing heavy on the heart. You realized that there was nothing wrong with opening up about what had been tormenting you for days.

And you just needed to let it all out.

"Seungkwan," you muttered as you were closing the shop.

"Yes?" he lifted his gaze from his phone almost instantly.

"Can we talk?" you asked and your voice sounded small.

He put his phone in the pocket of his jacket. "What's wrong?" the tone of his voice was soft. So soft that you felt like breaking into tears.

The pavement where you were standing was empty and the streets equally desolate, except for the occasional passing car that interrupted the silence with the sound of tyres on the wet pavement. The night was still, as if it had fallen silent to listen to the words you were about to say.

"I fucked up," you muttered in a shaky tone. "With Seokmin."

His gaze softened and he gently pulled you into a warm embrace, his hand resting on your shoulder. It was at that moment that you could no longer contain your emotions. You broke down in tears for the first time since Seokmin left, tears ran down your face in his comforting embrace. It was an abrupt release, and the intensity of your tears took you by surprise, as if it was proof of the depth of your emotions and the relief of finally sharing your burden with your best friend.

Broken sobs were muffled in Seungkwan's shoulder as his hands caressed your back, soothing you. "That's it, let it all out," he hushed.

"I– I'm sorry Boo," you sobbed.

"Why? What happened?" he asked, still in a soft tone.

"I lied to you. We never had a relationship. It was all fake," you mumbled, trying to get the words out as fast as you could, cringing with every single one of them.

"What?" his hands on your shoulders pulled you from the embrace. "Why?"

You wiped your face off your tears. "It was a stupid thing we came up with on the opening night. We pretended to be a thing, but we messed it up."

His eyes unfocused from yours, his mouth parting a bit. "Ah, I see. I knew there was something off," his brow furrowed, eyes locking on yours again. "But why lie? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was tired of people asking me about Youngho, I just wanted to make it stop," you sobbed.

"Why not just tell me to stop asking?" he shook his head and blinked rapidly. "Fuck, I know you did tell me, forget I asked that. But, why did you say you fucked it up?"

"We had sex," you mumbled shyly. "A lot."

He cringed visibly. "Right. That I did know," his brow furrowed. "But you made it seem like it was normal."

"We promised it would only be that, a no strings attached thing. No feelings, we would remain as friends only."

Seungkwan listened intently, but you saw something in his face that he could tell where the story was going.

You inhaled deeply, trying to calm yourself down but the tears wouldn't stop coming. "Seokmin called it off last saturday," you mumbled.

"Let me guess, he's looking for something serious," he inferred, nodding at your reaction. "And you don't want that?"

"That's what I don't know," you sighed. "I can't deny my feelings for him, but I'm not sure if I'm ready for that step."

"Why's that?" he ask, a genuine curiosity in his voice. "Didn't you just said you had moved on from your ex?"

"I have moved on," you insisted. You paused, your thoughts gathering as you considered your response. "It's not about my ex. It's about me. I don't know if I'm truly ready for something more with Seokmin."

He nodded, seeming understanding. "I get it. It's important to be sure of what you want. But I thought you really liked him. You seemed really happy with Seokmin."

Your heart twinged with pain. "I do like him, Kwannie. I really do and it drives me crazy," you shuddered. "What if I fuck this up again? I don't want to lose him."

Seungkwan rolled his eyes. "You're annoying. You won't fuck this up, you know why?"

Your best friend wasn't really annoyed, but he looked like he wanted to whack you in the head.

"Why?" your voice still sounded small.

"Because you love him. You won't fuck it up. You're just scared and that's completely okay. It's human," he shrugged and patted you in the back.

You didn't stop at the word again, but it did had an effect on you. Love.

"God, I hate when you're right," you sniffed, wiping your face with the sleeve of your sweater.

"You're not off the hook yet. You did lie to me, for weeks," he pointed a finger to your face. "There will be repercussions."

You laughed at his fake-serious expression. "I wouldn't expect any less from you, Kwannie."

"Are we going home now?" he asked, motioning to walk toward the street.

"I'm taking a detour, is that okay?" you turned to the other direction from where Seungkwan was motioning.

To where Seokmin lives.

His shoulders slumped down a bit. "Right. Keep me updated!" he said, pulling you into a last hug. "For real this time."

"Yeah, for real this time," you hugged him tightly and pulled away.

You knew where Seokmin lived, since you all had a group chat where you shared your address, so you had learned your best friends' addresses and you all lived within a 6km radius.

Seokmin lived in a building that was the farthest, and the fanciest. He apparently had found a great deal with one of his closest friends. This 'deal' was that the building was directly across a large LED Samsung billboard that pointed directly to his and his roommate's bedroom windows.

You got in to his apartment door, a strange reassuring feeling filled you as you rang his doorbell.

For a moment you thought you might've rung the wrong door. You glanced at the number before the door and then the man that was opening the door.

"Oh, hi. You must be Seokmin's roommate?"

A tall man of deep black hair nodded, flashing a polite smile at you. "I'm Joshua. You're looking for him?"

You nodded once, then you started feeling really nervous.

"Sorry. He flew to visit his family a couple of days ago. Might come back on friday," his brow furrowed. "Do you want me to tell him you stopped by?"

Your heartbeat faltered for a second. "Uh, no, it's okay. I just wanted to tell him something."

Joshua grinned, one of his eyebrows–which was pierced, arched up. "You could've texted him. Save you the walk all the way here."

"Didn't bring a phone," you mumbled, feeling deeply embarrassed.

You felt like you could use a hug. You were feeling a bit like something's missing, like you're not entirely alone but you were. And a hug would help.

His big curious eyes studied you for a second, his grin vanished and his hand moved from the doorframe. "You okay there? D'you need to come inside? I can get him on the phone if you want."

"'m fine," you brushed off. "Thank you, though."

There followed a quiet moment between Seokmin's roommate and you. It was really brief, but it gave you time to eye behind him, toward the interior of the apartment where you caught a glimpse of Seokmin's denim jacket.

You might be going insane, because the first thought you had was to ask Joshua if he could give you Seokmin's jacket. Anything close to him would work.

Joshua gave you a knowing look. "You're her, right? The girl Dk's been seeing lately."

You shook your head. "Not anymore, at least."

He rolled his big eyes. "You theatre kids can be dramatic," he smiled. "If it's any comfort, Dk's been a soppy mess too."

"Oof, that is really comforting," you chuckled ironically. "I'll be going now. Thank you for the comforting words, though."

Joshua smirked playfully. "Anytime," he nodded with his head once. "Get home safe!"

"Thanks," you waved at him and walked towards the elevator.

The closing night of a show can stir up a lot of emotions. After performing for five weeks straight, you had grown fond of your newfound routine.

And you were excited for the next show, too. But right now you couldn't focus on anything else but this night. It marked something special in you.

You had started this season feeling lost. Wandering in the dark not knowing how to navigate in your own body after your life was changed upside down.

A lot of things happened during this season.

Even now, you still didn't know how to deal with the pre-show jitters, as you called them. You were bouncing on your feet, pacing back and forth in a hallway that led to the emergency exit. Your makeup and hair were already done, after weeks of doing it yourself, you had mastered doing them in under ten minutes now.

So you were just dealing with the emotions before the show, listening the chaos that happened every time before a show. Some dancers were late, and apparently there was something wrong with the sound system but those problems usually would be solved the moment the show started.

All you needed to do was relax. You knew your lines, you knew your queues. Why were you so nervous?

You knew it had something to do with your mood lately. You weren't as bad as when you started this season, you felt different. But still, you felt like you still needed a hug.

The side of hallway you were hiding at was deserted, you actually had to take a turn to the right to return to the dressing rooms so no one really knew you were here. You leaned back in the wall of the hallway and looked at the ceiling for a moment, you felt a bit dazed.

You sighed heavily.

Your phone buzzed in the pocket of your dress. Reluctant, you fished it out and at glancing at it, immediately your attention was caught.

It was Seokmin.

[7:41 PM] seokminnie: noodle where r u [7:41 PM] you: working. u? [7:41 PM] seokminnie: i know you're working [7:41 PM] seokminnie: i'm here [7:42 PM] seokminnie: you're not backstage?

He's here. Your heart stopped.

[7:42 PM] you: why r u here? [7:43 PM] you: ??

No reply. You stared at your phone screen for what felt like forever, but Seokmin went offline.

You thought of searching for him and just as you were raising your head from your phone, you saw Seokmin turning on the hallway, as if knowing already that he'd find you here.

Your heart raced so fast you lost the ability to speak for a second. You hated it. Hated that you felt so much that you couldn't even utter a single word.

The first thing you noticed about him was that he had dyed his hair again. His hair was now styled in a rich, deep shade of black that matched his sweet chocolate brown eyes.

He smiled softly, the dimples beneath his mouth showed and you knew you were done for.

"Hi, noodle," he mumbled.

A shudder went down your spine. "Hi, Seokmin," you swallowed hard, trying not to cry.

Then you practically leaped into his arms, and he welcomed you right in. His arms encircled your body as a sigh was muffled in the crook of your neck, your feet left the ground for a second before he put you back in the floor.

"You're okay?" he muttered, still hugging you tightly.

"'m better now," you sighed, your voice sounded shaky and that made him break away from your embrace.

"No you're not," he countered, his hands cupping your face, looking at you intently. "What's wrong?"

You sniffed and looked up to try and control your tears. "Nothing. I just missed you," you laughed sheepishly.

"I know, noodle," he replied in a soft tone, pulling you back to his warm arms. "I miss you too. Everyday."

Seokmin's scent triggered a flood of emotions, bringing back memories. The fear and pain you have felt these past few days were long gone.

Seokmin felt like home. Like coming home after a tiring day, you can finally relax and unwind. The comfort of his affectionate embrace is everything you've been longing for in the last few days.

"Why are you here?" you asked, and pulled away to see him.

He was all dressed in black, all except for his white t-shirt, which you had already ruined with your tears and make up.

"Sorry," you whispered, trying to clean off the pink make up from his shirt.

"Don't worry about it," he brushed it off. "I'm here to see you."

You blinked. "You are?"

He rolled his eyes, yet he flashed a smile that tugged at your heartstrings sharply. "It's your closing night, noodle. I wouldn't miss it."

You felt your body relax under the wave of warmth his words caused. "And how did you know I'd be here?"

He shrugged, putting his hands on the pockets of his jeans. "A hunch," he laughed with a resigned sigh. "Soonyoung told me."

He heard you chuckle and a glint of joy appeared in his eyes.

"I was dealing with some pre-show jitters," you explained, trying to get your undereye to dry without smudging your makeup further.

"I imagined. Do you still feel nervous?"

You inhaled deeply. "A bit," you said. "But for a different reason now."

He cocked his head, pursing his lips slightly, showing the dimple beneath the corner of his mouth. "What's that?"

Suddenly your mouth went dry. You were drawn to him so much you couldn't keep your hands to yourself. You pulled him into a hug again but this time you didn't hide your face on his shoulder, you faced him and he didn't pull away.

Seokmin swallowed thickly, his eyes locked on yours briefly before resting his forehead on yours, his eyelids fluttering a bit as he sighed weakly. His hands found your waist, pulling you even closer to his frame.

"We need to talk," you whispered, your hands found his face, fingers touching his jawline gingerly.

"Right now?" you felt his brow furrow.

"After the show?" you asked, your voice sounded shaky.

"Let's talk tomorrow. Would you like that?"

You shook your head slightly and you heard him smile.

"We'll talk tomorrow," he insisted. "Tonight is yours, baby."

You shuddered again, him calling you baby would never feel old.

"But–," you started.

"I told you I'd be patient," he mumbled softly as he moved his hands from your waist and cupped your face.

"But I can't be patient," you whined, seeing his face again after he pulled back.

"I know," he smiled, his thumbs caressed your cheeks softly, seeming to shudder when your hands fell from his face and found the sides of his neck. "Try to enjoy tonight. Do that for me, will you?"

You nodded, giving him a reassuring smile.

He returned the smile. "That's my good girl," he sighed and angled your face so that he could press a loving kiss on your forehead.

The shiver running through your body made your eyelids flutter and sigh.

Then you heard commotion back in backstage that usually let you know that you needed to be stage ready soon. You looked up at Seokmin's sweet brown eyes, and he seemed to know too.

"Go. You got this, baby," he whispered with a nod of his head pointing toward the hallway.

You saw his eyes and his mouth for a brief minute, resisting the urge to kiss him. Seokmin saw you hesitate and sighed under a soft smile, using his hands on your face he kissed your forehead once and then your cheek sweetly.

"Go. I'll see you right after," he giggled.

You gently released yourself from his embrace and, just before you pulled away, you slyly kissed his cheek, eliciting another soft chuckle from him. With a quick step, you made your way back to the dressing room. Quickly, you touched up your makeup and prepared for your show.

You got this, you repeated to yourself.

As the stage lights come up, the murmur of the room died down. Taking a deep breath, you braced yourself for the start of the show, where the voices of your fellow cast members got ready for their cue too.

Everything in your head, every worry and anxiety quickly died down when you entered your scene on a dimly lit stage, your chest rose and fell with each controlled breath. As the orchestra's crescendo rose, your body became fluid and controlled at the same time, ready to reflect the passion of the character you have been portraying for weeks.

Your voice carries the weight of the character's struggles, resonating across the stage. The power and freedom you experience when projecting your voice makes you feel truly alive.

As your last scene came to its end, your voice rose, filling the space with a powerful resonance that reverberates throughout the room, the lights on you died out, the curtain fell.

And then a standing ovation erupted for you and your fellow cast members and the rest of the crew.

After regaining your composure, your chest heaving with pure adrenaline, the curtain rose again, showing you standing hand in hand with your cast and crew.

With a shared smile, you raise your clasped hands and take a deep bow, expressing your sincere thanks for the overwhelming support you received.

The staff crew swept in, you were clapping your hands together with the crowd at the same time that someone from the crew thrusted a bouquet of fresh flowers into your grasp.

You looked at the flowers. They were not roses. You didn't exactly like roses and someone was aware of that. Your fingers reached for the card tucked among the yellow and white daisies and you looked out into the crowd.

Seokmin was in the front rows, clapping proudly with a big smile. When you saw him, he waved at you with a sweet smile.

For my noodle. Let's cherish this beautiful night as you return fully on the stage again. From Seokmin.

Your eyes filled with tears and you felt yourself breaking down in a sob that was quickly muffled by the commotion in the theatre. You smiled and waved at Seokmin as a form of thanks.

But you wanted to do more. Your body urged to feel his embrace again.

What ensued next was a session for the press. It was something you have definitely done before, but it was your first as a lead. It felt long and arduous, as you were trying to get it done as quickly as possible without coming off as rude or indifferent.

You wanted to go back off stage, remove all your makeup and costume to find Seokmin again.

The flashes from the cameras blinded you briefly as you spoke, answering the questions from the press and other few people who had the opportunity for a quick commentary or feedback.

When you rushed off stage, everything was a blur. You just had finished your first season run in what felt like an eternity. It was your first season since you and your ex broke up. And it felt just so good to come back.

The jitters you had felt before were yesterday's worries. Now, you continue onwards.

There was no big after party on closing night. And you were okay with that. Some people from cast and crew were gathering at a bar afterwards but it wasn't something special or out of the ordinary, just like every friday night.

So the clothes you brought with you before the show were just comfy. Leggings, a tank top, sweater, hoodie and sneakers. Your outfit was just mean to keep you warm and comfy after the show. And you felt totally unprepared for a night out.

Seokmin was waiting for you outside the dressing rooms. Some guys from your cast were crowding around him, as it usually happened. Seokmin was a particularly shy guy, but had a lot of friends. A lot of people seemed to know him so, a small crowd followed him whenever he went.

He was chatting with a guy, looking interested but you knew it was a façade. He'd nod with his head and go 'yeah, yeah' and smile politely.

When you appeared in the hallway, flower bouquet in hand, his face lit up, apparently pulling him out from his trance. He seemed to excuse himself from the his friend group and strolled toward you, extending his arms in his way.

"You killed it, noodle," he muttered once he hugged you, his arms lifting you from the floor again, effortlessly.

"Thank you for the flowers," you mumbled in his shoulder.

"You liked them?" he asked, putting you back on the floor.

"They're beautiful," you nodded, smiling up to him. "How did you know I like yellow daisies?"

He blinked, looking back to the flowers and then your eyes. "I think you mentioned it. A while ago, I don't remember," he explained, scratching the back of his head shyly.

"I did?" you asked, feeling confused and then shrugged.

He nodded with his head, smiling softly at you. "D'you want to go where everyone's going after this?"

"Uh... no. Not really. I wanna go home," you muttered.

"Can I... walk you there?" he asked, and the look in his eye made you think that he was feeling shy.

You nodded eagerly and that made him smile broadly.

"Let's get you home then," he muttered, grabbed your duffel bag from your shoulder and threw it on his.

You kept your free hand in the pocket of your hoodie for two reasons. The first one being that it was starting to get really cold already, as the autumn died out day by day. The other reason was so that you kept your hands to yourself.

You wanted to touch Seokmin. To hold his hand as you walked on the side walk in direction to your apartment. But you knew that you had to wait until you two talked, you didn't want to cross a line again.

"I got the role," you told him after a minute of silence. You had started to feel tension in your walk, as if Seokmin were thinking what you were thinking too.

"You'll be Satine?" he looked at you with a proud smile on his face. "That's awesome, congrats."

Your fingers caressed a soft petal of one daisy. "Thanks. Soonyoung will play Christian, though. He's mortified."

Seokmin's brow furrowed. "Why? I thought he wanted this role. Something about proving himself that he can sing on a lower register."

"He's worried that we'll have to share some kissing scenes," you mumbled, and then you started to get why Soonyoung was worried, because an uneasy warmth crept up your cheeks.

"I see," he pressed his lips into a smile. "And how do you feel?"

"I'm annoyed," you replied. "I don't care that I'll have to kiss him. I'm annoyed that he's making such a fuss about it and we haven't even started script readings."

"Yeah, he can be a bit dramatic," he chuckled. "But I'm glad you got the role, though."

Seokmin stopped walking and you almost felt confused until it dawned on you that you were already outside your building. Your heart faltered a little, seeing that you'd probably had to return to your apartment alone after spending your closing night with him.

"You're sure you don't want to come in?" you asked sheepishly, pointing a thumb towards the building.

Seokmin glanced up at the building briefly, appearing to be reconsidering it. "I'm sure, noodle," he muttered with a low tone.

Your shoulders slumped down a little. "Okie dokie," you whispered, still grabbing your bouquet of flowers with one hand.

"But we'll talk tomorrow, remember?" he asked, seeing your reaction.

You made a small pout, aware of your own childishness, but going with it all the same. Seokmin responded with a soft laugh, wrapping you in a comforting embrace.

"Don't make it more difficult for me," he hummed, his head resting beside yours gently. "If I go to your apartment with you right now, I might not come out. We need to talk first. And you know it."

Your whole body burned with anticipation and your arms clung to him, pulling him close to your body. You couldn't think of what to say and it seemed words were inadequate. You simply longed for his presence beside you.

He pulled his head back, a hand cupping the side of your face. "Baby, you're killing me," he muttered, a tortuous smile creeping on his face. "Can't you wait until tomorrow?"

"Not when you call me that," you muttered, still pouting.

His gaze softened. "My bad," he sighed under a small smile that looked content on his face, even though you were pressuring him. "Let's talk tomorrow, alright? Get some rest. I'll text you."

"Fine," you mumbled, and the hand cupping your face pinched your pouting lip gently, making you smile in response.

"C'mere," he whispered, pulling you closer to kiss your forehead, his lips pressing kisses gingerly on your face.

His forehead rested on yours, the proximity of his face to yours made you close your eyes briefly and you heard him sigh deeply.

"Text me when you get home?" you asked, feeling that you just needed to get anything he'd give you.

He chuckled. "Sure thing," he muttered, not quite making a gesture to leave. "Anything else?"

"Mmm, dunno. Let me think about it," you pretended to ponder over it, only to cling to his body for a while longer.

After a brief moment, you pulled away from his embrace reluctantly. His arms relaxed around you and his sweet brown eyes found yours.

He was right. As much as you wanted to drag him into your apartment, you needed to talk first. It was necessary for you to have some order in your friendship before you could do something with him again.

It was the right thing to do. You hated it. But he was right.

"Alright," you muttered. "See you tomorrow, then."

He handed you your duffel bag back. It wasn't heavy, but being the gentleman that he was, Seokmin always offered to carry it himself.

"Thank you for the flowers," you repeated with a shy smile.

Seokmin shrugged, putting his hands on his jean pockets and eyed you up and down. He blinked slowly, his lips pursing a little.

"They look good on you," he said warmly, a predilect glint on his eyes.

A small sigh escaped you. He was just so fucking beautiful. You had to resist the urge of pulling him into a kiss right there and then. He was also making it difficult for you by just existing.

"Thanks," you whispered, feeling yourself blush a little.

"See you tomorrow, noodle," he pulled you into a last bear hug, patting your head playfully before walking away.

When you got home, the first thing you did was look for a flower vase, or something remotely useful to put the bouquet in. In view that you didn't have a flower vase, you found a jar and decided that it was good enough in the mean time until you bought an actual vase.

You found yourself smiling as you looked for a place to put your flower bouquet, deciding that the little coffee table in your living room was perfect for it.

Your phone buzzed a little while after.

[11:44 PM] seokminnie: i'm home [11:44 PM] seokminnie: gnight noodle

A smile crept on your face, feeling a tight warmth fill you in.

[11:44 PM] you: goodnight seokmin :)⁠♡

The day seemed pale and gloomy, as autumn slowly reached its peak with a frosty air. The pavements were covered with fallen leaves as you approached the park. Despite the chill, the atmosphere was pleasant.

You dug your hands deep in the pockets of your jacket. Having a but of fun with the puff that your breath created in the cold winds as you drew closer to where you and Seokmin had agreed to meet up.

It was the park you used to visit to wind down after exams when you were in university. The same park you had taken a long nap in Seokmin's lap years ago.

Did Seokmin remember that same event? You weren't entirely certain, but it seemed plausible that he chose this location because it was strategic, being a midpoint for both of you.

You were just arriving to the park when you realised that you had forgotten your phone yet again. But now it was something that made you panic a little. The park was so large that you didn't know where Seokmin might be arriving through and if he relied on his phone to find you, he could think that you had stood him up.

You looked around, thinking fast. Despite the cold weather, people were gathering at the park to walk, do exercise or just socialise. So it was a bit crowded, a bit difficult to stand out.

But then, you decided to trust, and walked toward that same tree you use to gather with your friends. The same tree Seokmin sat at when you fell asleep in his lap. You didn't think he remembered, but you had no other choice.

The walk over there gave you a chance to look around, to see if you spotted his familiar frame.

Until you saw that tree in the distance, it was located close to the lane you were walking, and it had a clearing of leaf covered grass surrounding it. It stood alone.

You caught sight of Seokmin, strolling with one hand in his pocket, the other clutching his phone, his brow furrowed in concentration as he seemed absorbed in whatever was on the screen, his steps aimless.

He had his dark hair tussled carelessly and wore a cosy looking oversized navy blue sweater, jeans and red converse. You took a second to breathe again, looked so cute, almost threw you back to your university days.

He was so absorbed in looking at his phone screen that he almost bumped into you. "Oh, I'm so sorry–," he said startled as he looked from his screen to you. "I was looking for you," he gasped. "I tried calling you and texting–"

"I forgot my phone," you mumbled shyly.

He sighed, and then smiled warmly. "Noodle, you scared me for a minute," he circled your body with his arms. "I thought you wouldn't come."

"I wouldn't do that," you said, catching a small whiff from the smell of his sweater.

He hugged you tightly for a second, rocking his body from side to side gently and taking you with him.

"Do you remember when we'd come here?" you heard him mumble and felt him rest his cheek on the crown of your head.

"Of course I do," you whispered. "I once slept on your lap for hours."

"You did?" he asked and you felt your heartbeat falter a little.

"And drooled on your leg," you giggled.

"Mmyeah I think I'm starting to remember. Disgusting," he chuckled, but he sounded fond of the memory.

He stopped rocking your bodies, pulling his head back to cup your face in his hands.

"Joshua told me that you were looking for me a few days ago," his brow furrowed a little.

You sighed. "I told him not to tell you," you whined a little.

"Why? What happened? Why didn't you call me?" his eyes searched yours.

You swallowed thickly and breathed in deeply as if gathering strength. "I needed to talk to you," your voice was shaky. "I needed to tell you how much I... missed you."

"But why didn't you tell me anything?" his hands dropped from your face, as if giving you space to talk freely.

"I... think I was scared," you mumbled feeling like you'd soon start to shake from the chill air. "I needed time to think and reflect about what I wanted but my own feelings scared me."

He listened attentively, his gaze shifting from your eyes to your mouth, a habit you had noticed he used whenever you spoke to him.

"I went to find you because I needed to tell you that I feel the same way about you," his eyes widened slightly as he took your words in, and you could almost sense the shift in his breathing. "I want to be with you too, but I've been scared to fuck this up because..."

You swallowed thickly again, the knot in your throat making it impossible to utter a word without your voice breaking.

"...because you mean a lot to me," you continued despite feeling vulnerable. "I don't want to fuck up what we have. You're my best friend, our friendship is too important to me."

His gaze softened and he tilted his head to one side, a gentle, affectionate gesture. "Why would you fuck this up? There's nothing you could ever do that would drive me away, you know that."

Your eyes filled with hot tears, and you felt your lower lip quiver under the wave of emotions commanding your body. "I know. I panicked. I–just, I want us to work."

His sweet brown eyes seemed to glint with emotion. "You do?" he mumbled.

You nodded, wiping your tears with your sleeves. "I looked for you because I couldn't stand keeping this to myself any longer," you admitted, your voice trembling. "I… I also want to see where this could go."

Seokmin looked at you with a mixture of surprise and relief, and his initial tension slowly faded into a warm smile. "I'm glad you found the strength to tell me," he said, his voice full of affection and warmth. "I also felt scared. I didn't want to rush it, I didn't want to rush you because I know you. I knew you'd need some time to think."

Your body shook with cold and nervousness. It took a lot from you to speak your feelings, let alone to confess something as important as this to Seokmin. But you felt alright, as it dawned on you that you had finally taken that step, and it felt so right.

"Can you..." you mumbled, choking with emotion, "can you forgive me for panicking?"

He blinked, perplexed. "What?" he smiled sweetly, his warm hands cupping your cold cheeks again. "Don't be silly. I have nothing to forgive."

Your hands grabbed his wrists, thumbs caressing his skin as Seokmin rested his forehead on yours. "I didn't mean to hurt you. It was never my intention to mess with you," you explained, pondering over what he said on that dark alley last saturday.

"I know, and I understand," he whispered. "You have nothing to apologise for, baby."

A shiver ran down your spine, and you closed your eyelids, savouring the moment and his comforting warmth.

You heard Seokmin sigh softly, his hands cupping your face and tilting your face slightly before his lips locked onto yours and you swore you might have melted into the kiss. You felt your whole body shudder under a wave of joy and affection as his lips pressed over yours sweetly, kissing your lower lip and cheek with such predilection that your eyes began to water a little.

As you stood there, hands intertwined, the world around you seemed to fade away, leaving you and Seokmin alone, wrapped in this new reality.

"Are you cold, baby?" he asked, his tone wrapped in a gentle warmth.

"A bit, yeah," you replied.

"Mm, I can get you somewhere warm," he muttered, pulling away and you saw his face beaming with joy. "Would you like to go on a date with me?"

You smiled and felt his thumb brush the tears from your face. "I'd love that."

"Right now?"

The smile turned into a giggle. "Of course."

You started walking to the opposite direction of the park to which you got in. Seokmin grabbed your hand, locking his fingers with yours and with that brought you hand to kiss your knuckles with a smile that made his eyes beam.

The day was cloudy, with a gentle drizzle lightly sprinkling you with drops of water. The rain was gentle and intermittent, not enough to be bothersome, so you both paid little attention to it, immersed in the moment and in each other's company.

"Are you hungry? We could go to a restaurant that's not far from here," he said, as you walked hand in hand with him through the park where you used to walk as uni students.

"Sure," you said, feeling like it didn't really mattered where he took you, as long as you were together.

"Or we could go to watch a movie, if you're not hungry," he suggested, eyeing you with a smile still plastered on his face.

You laughed and that drew his attention back to your face. "You call the shots, mister."

"Would'you like to go to the aquarium sometime?" he asked, speaking so fast that you had to take a second to process what he said. "I've heard they have aquarium nights."

He spoke so fast that his thoughts seemed to be racing, a revealing sign of his excitement. This image made your heart flutter in your chest. Happiness sweeps over you, a joy so deep that you can't contain the broad smile that spreads across your face.

Droplets of water splashed in your forehead and shoulders, so icy cold that they made you flinch. Then the rain started to pour on you, washing over the park and river so sudden that took you by surprise. You had been ignoring the soft drizzling, not thinking that it was a warning of the upcoming downpour.

"Or we could run to cover," he suggested, chuckling a little. His nose wrinkled a little as the rain fell on his face.

Seokmin held your hand tight as you ran through the park and into the city streets, trying to find somewhere to cover as you quickly found a tall building that offered some roof for you to cover yourselves from the downpour.

"We could go to mine and wait," Seokmin said, his chest heaving from running, pointed a finger to the next corner of the street from where you stood. "It's the closest."

It was true. Since you both ran the other way to which you got here from yours. You nodded, your body starting to shiver from the cold water that already had your hair all wet.

"We have to run again," he said, surveying you.

"I'm okay with that," you nodded.

"Okay," he breathed and took your hand again, leading the way through the downpour toward his building.

Amidst the downpour drenching your entire body, a sudden thought struck you. "Wait!" you called out, your voice barely audible over the sound of the rain.

You tugged at his hand, making him stop, and turned to face you, concern shown on his burrowed brow.

He stared at you as you pulled him close, fingers cupping his face and a smile slowly crept across his lips. He took you by the waist, understanding your and your gazes met.

Your noses bumped lightly and you noticed Seokmin's soft chuckle, his warm brown eyes shifting from your gaze to your lips. Then he leaned towards you and his lips met yours in a gentle kiss, as your hands pulled him even closer.

The kiss was brief, but you tried to savour every second of it. You saw his eyes again when you pulled away, his hands on your waist not quite letting you go, his heavy lidded eyes looking at you with so much love that made you shudder.

"Let's go," he muttered softly, leaning to press a loving kiss on your forehead before walking to the lobby of his building.

It was really hard to keep your hands off him. When you were on the elevator, you had to settle for just kissing his face softly, eliciting some sweet chuckles from him.

His apartment was dark and empty when you got there. Seokmin turned the lights on, realising that his roommate wasn't in.

"You want to take a shower? I can lend you some clothes and dry yours on the dryer," he said as he removed his shoes.

You could only nod, feeling so cold that your whole body trembled. Seokmin saw you and gave you a soft smile, taking your hand to swiftly lead you to the bathroom, he got the shower ready as soon as he got you in.

"I'll bring a towel for you," he said, exiting from the bathroom and probably leaving you to have some privacy to remove your heavy soaking wet clothes.

You heard him return when you were already beneath the warm water from the shower.

"I left you dry clothes and a towel here, noodle," he announced quickly before going out again.

The clothes were his, a wide black t-shirt and grey sweatpants. The sweatpants were too baggy for your frame, but you could adjust the waist to fit.

He laughed a little when he saw you coming out of the bathroom. "You look tiny," he chuckled. "Are you okay with those? I can lend you other things if you want."

"I'm okay with these," you assured him, looking at your body with his baggy clothes. Your legs did look shorter.

"Okay," he said and then he removed his sweater in a swift movement, revealing his lean torso. "You can wait in my bedroom if you like," he suggested.

"Okie dokie," you muttered, without taking your eyes off him.

He sighed under a cheeky smile, bending down to give you a chaste kiss on your mouth. "I'll be there shortly, baby."

You found his room intuitively, since the two doors down the hall from the bathroom were facing each other, one was closed and the one opened revealed Seokmin's things.

His curtains remained open, allowing the bright city lights to cast a range of colours on her bed and the nearby bedside table. The bedside table held a small, softly glowing lamp and a book, which made you think of his reading habit before sleeping.

The window offered a glimpse of the source of the light illuminating his room. The building opposite his window was of a shorter height, revealing the rooftop within view. Perched atop it was a broad LED billboard displaying various advertisements in vibrant hues.

There was a dresser that had a bunch of clutter on top of it, caps, hats, fun glasses, sunglasses, fake glasses, and a pile of screenplays from past roles he had.

But a certain object caught your eye, and your heart fluttered a little when you saw something that once belonged to you. It was a black and yellow bracelet, the yellow beads were painted with smiley faces by you.

You thought you had lost it a long time ago. It just turned out Seokmin had it all along.

After that, you took the liberty of lying on his bed. His creamy white duvet was soft and you could smell the detergent on the pillows. You closed your eyes, hearing the soft cacophony of the rain patter on the windows.

When Seokmin returned, he was draped in a navy blue bathrobe and was using another smaller towel to dry his dark hair. He saw you lying in his bed a soft smile tugged his lips.

"I forgot to tell you," you muttered, sitting up on the edge of his bed, "I like your new hair."

He hummed with a smirk. "You do?" he asked as he closed his bedroom door.

"Mmyeah, you look good," you smirked too.

His fingers tugged at the knot of his bathrobe but he stopped. "Close your eyes, noodle," he chuckled, making a gesture with his hand.

You rolled your eyes. "Nothing I haven't seen before," you muttered while smiling at him.

"But what if I'm shy?" he said while pouting cutely and you noticed that he was joking.

He tugged at the knot of the bathrobe, undoing it at the same time that Seokmin smiled at your eager eyes. The robe parted and a shudder shook you slightly when you saw his body completely naked as he removed the robe from his shoulders and hanged it on a hook on his door.

"You don't close your curtains?" you asked, seeing his body covered by the vibrant colours that the billboard projected.

"What for? No one else is watching," he smirked, turning to look for something on his drawers.

You bit your lip, still watching his body move, every muscle of his legs that tugged with his walk as he pretended to search his drawers. He looked at you through the corner of his eye, letting out a soft laugh.

"Baby, stop eye fucking me," he muttered shyly. "It's making me hard."

You bit your lip harder, trying to suppress a smile, but your core was already throbbing at the sight of him–his large cock was stirring up, stretching up slowly.

"Can I help you with that?" you asked eagerly, practically drooling at the sight of his cock getting harder by the second.

Seokmin turned to face you, still some steps far from where you were sitting on his bed. "Mm, I was thinking of waiting until we actually started having dates and stuff," he confessed, but the tip of his cock was already darkened in a reddish pink.

You smiled sweetly at him, looking riddled with the dilemma he came up with himself. "We can start dating tomorrow," you suggested innocently.

He chuckled softly, moving from his drawers to you. "That bad you want me, baby?" he asked, closing the distance until his knees where brushing with yours. His cock so fucking hard that was pointing upward and inclining to the side a little.

You couldn't resist any further. Your hand grabbed his cock, which was completely hard now and pumped it a few times, making him sigh shakily. You saw his face, as he tilted his head to one side when you used a hand to rub the tip of his cock that dripped in his precum, smearing it all over his soft and warm skin.

"Yeah, that bad," you replied before guiding his cock to your lips.

You slid your tongue around his cockhead, tasting his precum before you took him inside your mouth, your tongue gliding across his length as you tried to take him to the hilt. But you decided to take it slowly, your hand pumped at the length you couldn't reach with your mouth, starting to move your head back and forth slowly.

"Fuck," he whispered, grabbing your hair at your scalp his hands, tugging gently. "You take me so well. So fucking good."

The sound of his voice made your core pulsate a little, and you hummed on his cock as you pulled your head back, hollowing your cheeks before swirling your tongue on his tip and pushing your head as far as you could, until you felt the tip of your nose touch with his pubic hair.

Your darted a look at his face, he was looking at you, his throat bobbed and moaned softly when you pulled back again while hollowing your cheeks and swirling your tongue around his cockhead before pushing in again.

"Mmmfuck. Keep doing that, baby," he muttered, one of his hands moved from your hair to clean drool from the corner of your mouth, his other hand worked on grabbing your hair as efficiently as he could.

You complied, but you started doing the same movements faster. The sounds coming from your mouth as you sucked him off resounded on his bedroom, mixing with the soft sounds coming from Seokmin.

"That feels so good, baby," he hummed and you could sense that it was taking all his strength not to move and start thrusting his cock in your mouth himself.

You kind of wanted him to. To grab your head and start fucking your mouth hard and fast but you knew you weren't ready for that. Each time his cockhead reached your throat you had to breathe in through your nose, his cock so big that you could barely work your mouth on it without gagging.

He cleaned more drool from your chin, using that same hand to get some tears from your eyes. "Can you swallow, baby?" he asked in a strangled tone.

"Mmm-mmph," that was all you could make out in agreement while you still had his cock stuffed in your mouth.

His hand moved from your chin to join the other one grasping your hair and you knew he was about to cum from the taut look on his face. His breath hitched and his mouth parted a little, letting out a groan, blinking slowly as he dumped hot spurs of cum on your throat and you swallowed every single drop of it.

"Good girl," he whispered, gathering more tears from your cheeks with one hand. He let go of your hair gently to cup your face and slowly pull out from your mouth.

He bent down and sealed your lips with a kiss. You moaned in response, thinking that he would taste himself in your tongue as his slid in your mouth. But he didn't seem to care and moaned softly, pushing his body on top of yours, making you lay in his bed.

"Your turn, baby," he groaned, taking the shirt you were wearing on his hands and you arched your back for him.

He removed it and quickly went to get the sweatpants he lent you, which were already ruined in your own arousal. Seokmin saw the glistening streak smeared all over the crotch of the inside of his sweatpants and smiled before throwing them on the floor.

He got up from the bed and knelt before it, your body shuddered with a warm eagerness when you knew what that meant. He yanked you down on his bed, grabbing you by your thighs and you placed him on his shoulder, earning a proud look on his face when he saw you anticipate him.

His hands pressed gently on your lower belly before he dipped his head down between your thighs, licking a stripe on your wet pussy. You moaned loudly and took his head with your hands, your fingers tangling on his wet hair.

Seokmin immediately knew how to work his tongue on your cunt, so he wasted no time and started lapped his tongue in your folds, wet sounds coming from the interaction of his tongue on your core, licking your arousal as if it were his favourite meal.

You cried out, arching your back on his bed. Your legs were already shaking, your body building up towards your release. The tip of his tongue made its way to your clit, teasing it and nibbling at it with his lips until he got it to swell before he expertly started sucking at it, pressing his tongue on it and moving his head up and down lightly.

"Seokmin–," you called in a high keen whimper, "f-fuck, don't stop. Please, baby, don't stop."

He hummed gently, complying as if it were the only thing that mattered. Your body started trembling more as your orgasm shook you, washing over you in warm waves of pleasure that had you arching your back and calling his name loudly.

You breathed hard, body twitching on his bed uncontrollably as his mouth worked on you until he felt your limbs relax. He planted sweet kisses on your thighs and removed his hands from your lower belly.

Panting, you opened your eyes, feeling your lashes wet in tears and blinked until you saw Seokmin's body hovering on top of you.

"You're okay?" he asked and you nodded. He dipped his head again and kissed you softly. You hummed in his mouth, tasting your taste on his tongue as it lapped your lower lip and tongue, dominating the kiss.

"Seokmin," you mumbled in his lips.

He pulled away with a wet sound from breaking the kiss.

"I want you," you whispered, using a hand to push his wet bangs away from his forehead.

He smirked. "How do you want me, baby?"

You rolled your eyes, a smile spreading on your face. "Fuck me, Seokmin. Make love to me," you mumbled, searching his face.

"In that order?" he asked with a breathy laugh.

"In whatever order you want," you muttered as he bent to plant open mouthed kisses on your mouth, then down on your jaw. "I just need you inside me, please."

"Mmm," he hummed as his mouth reached your collarbones. "My pretty girl, so impatient as always," he muttered as he reached your tits.

His hand and mouth teased your nipples, kissing and tugging at them softly. You moaned, your hands finding his wet hair again.

"Please, baby," you whispered. "Jus'need you."

He chuckled, moving his mouth to the crook of your neck. "Keep calling me that and I might give you what you want."

You were still placed in one side of the bed, your ass almost hanging at the edge of the mattress, your legs wrapped around him. Seokmin had one of his knees placed on the bed and one foot down on the floor for support. It seemed an odd position but, you decided not to budge.

Then his lips pressed a wet kiss on your sensitive spot, gentle kisses trailed from the crook of your neck to your ear lobe. He heard you moan and sigh as his lips travelled back down to the crook of your neck, kissing your tender skin gently.

"I want you to mark me too, baby," you whimpered, grabbing the back of his neck as he licked your neck swiftly.

He hummed and complied almost instantly, his lips starting to suck at your soft skin, making you moan in pleasure and approval that you'd have his mark on you.

Seokmin marked you on both sides of your neck, just in the points he knew you liked the most and then you felt his hips come down and rest the lower half of your body on top of yours and between your thighs. Then he pushed his hips on yours, his cock sliding between your pussy lips, practically gliding in your arousal.

You bit back a moan at the feeling of his hard cock smearing your pussy in your own slick as his lips marked your neck.

"Seokmin, please," you whimpered when his cockhead pushed at your entrance briefly, sloppily before resuming to slide between your pussy lips, teasing your clit too.

He smirked, you could feel his lips on your neck as he hummed, again, as if he were actually considering your pleas. He pulled his head back, placing an open mouthed kiss on your chin.

"Please, baby. Fuck–fuck me. Make love to me. I need you so fucking much," you pleaded, thinking that you might sound dumb in your high keen whimpers and sobs.

But his cockhead stopped at your entrance again and pushed in slowly. You were so wet that he practically eased himself in, stretching your gummy walls and making you moan in the process of sheathing his cock inside you to the hilt.

His mouth parted a bit, looking at your face attentively as you cried out in pleasure, the feeling of him inside you was so good that it made your eyes water. Then he took both of your legs, and you knowingly helped him place them on each of his shoulders.

Seokmin stroked one of your legs as he eased himself in again shallow thrusts. "You take me so well, baby," he said, pulling his hips back and thrusting in with more depth.

You could only utter a half moan in agreement as his hips rutted against yours, then he pushed his body forward, pressing your legs against your chest as he thrusted his cock inside you, filling you up so deliciously that you couldn't help but cry out in pleasure.

"You feel so good," Seokmin whispered through gritted teeth.

He took one of your legs and rested it on his shoulder, pushing inside you again so deeply that you felt your body melt in a wave of pleasure. "Mmm, you too, baby," you whimpered. "So fucking good."

Then he started to pick up his pace, plunging his cock in so hard and fast that you felt your breath escape from your lungs. You cried out, your hands holding on his duvet in fists, feeling his cockhead hit a spot within you so deep, so deliciously that your eyes welled up in tears.

"F-fuck. Seokmin–," your voice came out in a broken moan. "Right there, baby! Don't stop, please."

You heard him groan and your eyes found his sweet ones. The plunging of him inside you felt so good and so controlling that your sanity started to slip from your mind. The pressure from your orgasm taking over you so hard and so unannounced that you didn't have a chance to warn him.

But he could tell from the loud cries that left your mouth, and the clasping of your walls around his cock, so erratic and tight around his girth that had him groaning your name with a raspy voice.

Through teary eyes, you watched him blink slowly, the tip of his tongue hung slightly on the corner of his mouth as he cursed and moaned softly before cumming inside you. His cockhead buried in the glorious spot inside you as his hot spurs of cum coated your gummy walls.

But he was still on a mission.

He eased your legs back down. "Scoot back, baby," he commanded and you obliged, moving your body to the centre of the bed for him.

You used the movement of your bodies to look at his body. Painted under the lights of the billboard in front of the building, you could see that his cock was still hard, glistening wet in both your cream and his cum.

You swallowed hard at the sight of him as he placed his knees on the bed, his tall body standing in front of you.

"You're so fucking beautiful," you muttered, still feeling like you were coming down from your high.

Seokmin chuckled breathily. "You too, baby. So fucking beautiful," he muttered as he slot himself between your thighs, pressing loving kisses on your face.

He slid himself back inside you, eliciting a moan from you that was muffled by his mouth on yours. Your hands were down on his lower back, feeling his hips rutting on yours slowly, almost lazily but it still felt so good, so perfect.

"You're okay there?" he asked softly when he pulled back from your lips.

"Mmmyeah, 'm okay baby," you muttered, moving one hand to cup the side of his face as your eyes absorbed his soft features under the pretty lights from outside.

You bit back a moan, hearing the squelching noises created by his cock pushing deep inside your cunt, the wet noises of your juices and his cum inside you sounded so good that you felt the need to see it too. Seokmin heard your low whimpers and the movement of his hips stuttered a bit.

Seokmin took your hand from his cheek, intertwining your fingers in his and placing it beside your head. The thrusts of his hips against yours were methodical, and almost like clockwork he started to rut on you faster.

You wrapped your legs around him, your other hand found the back of his head, caressing his soft dark hair before pulling his face to yours.

Seokmin rested his forehead on yours gently, his breath brushing on your lips. "I can't get enough of you," he muttered in between hot kisses he planted on your face. "M-might never do."

A moan escaped you, feeling a wave of both pleasure and warmth flood inside you. Your lips crashed with his, kissing him fervently as he made love to you. Passionately, hard and fast.

"I feel the same way," you sobbed. "I need you so much. It drives me crazy."

He moaned in a mixture of pleasure and agreement, a soft smile spread on your lips, feeling your breath hitch before Seokmin pulled his chest from yours, letting go of your hand to grab your hips without stopping his ministrations on you. "Cum with me, baby," he muttered, moving his hips against yours lazily.

Your hand slid where your bodies were still connected, your two middle fingers found your clit that was so covered in your slick that it was almost hard to rub it without your fingers slipping. But you pressed hard on it, your walls clenching hard on his cock as you let out a long moan.

You succumbed to a sweet, long orgasm, crying out loudly as his cock kept pushing in, riding your high and causing his. Seokmin also groaned loudly, thrusting hard and deep as he dumped his load inside your walls for a second time, his face and collarbones covered in a faint layer of sweat, chest heaving heavily.

You felt your body pulsate with his as you came down of your high. You too were breathing hard, your body slumped on his soft duvet, feeling also covered in both your and his sweat. You watched Seokmin still on his knees before you, slotted between your thighs.

It was so fucking hard to tear your eyes from him. Hell, the mere experience of being apart from him for even a few days was unbearable. Also, the care and consideration he demonstrated showed the depth of his feelings for you, too. So, maybe he was just as crazy about you too.

The lights of the billboard outside painted Seokmin's face in shifting shades of blue and pink. As you watched him, his lazy eyes, his sweet smile spread and the dimples under his mouth became more pronounced.

He was so fucking beautiful that it made your chest ache.

"God," you uttered in a broken sob. "I love you so much."

♡︎ a/n: waaaa i love seokmin sm i wanna hug him heheh. hi everyone! this one took me a couple of days to write cause i had to move but i hope you guys like it. i'm sorry if there's any mistakes, i posted this as soon as i finished it u-u

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Hello I wanted to ask if you can possibly write something with Deathslinger, Wraith, Doctor, and Pyramid Head where they are jealous because somebody keeps flirting/bugging the s/o or because the s/o talked and laughed with someone else of cours if it’s not a bother to write it😌 hope you have a great day or night🥰

my dear, my friend.... it is never a bother!! Sorry that it took me a couple days!! I'm doing this pretty late at night, so if there are any mistakes I apologize!

Dbd x gn!reader

Description: the killers get a little jealous of someone taking your attention away from them

Authors note: not proofread but man I got a lil carried away haha it's definitely a longer post so it's gonna be under the cut

Deathslinger

Caleb isn’t one to get jealous. It’s more so his annoyance at someone flirting with you and you just laugh it off. Knowing you, you probably don’t even see it as flirting. You probably see it as just friendly behavior. Sometimes you can be oblivious to others intentions when it's flirting. Hell, it took Caleb kissing you for you to notice he’s been genuinely flirting with you this whole time. Man, were you bamboozled. Sure you’re attractive and you’ve flirted with people before, but you never knew when people were doing it back intentionally and not just for shits and giggles.

You were sitting at the survivors camp after a rough trial with the clown. You shivered just thinking about it. He was definitely the creepiest thing you’ve ever encountered. He always got a little touchy with you and you don’t know why. Anyways, you were sitting with Nea, who was also in the last trial with you, and you were both talking about how if the roles were reversed, you’d mori the clown every time. There was a quiet moment when Nea scooted closer as she was poking the fire with a stick and casually put her head on your shoulder. You thought she was just tired and let her rest for a bit.

You didn’t notice the eyes that were watching you from the tree line. Caleb sneered at how close Nea was to you. It could be innocent, but he wasn’t so sure so he continued to watch. Nea snapped her head up at the sound of something shuffling in the tree line. She brushed it off and decided to put her arms around the one she was resting against earlier and started whispering in your ear. She was just saying thank you for saving her in the last trial and that she’ll always have your back whenever you’re in trials together. Even though her words were innocent, it felt way too intimate and you were looking up at the others hoping someone would notice your slight discomfort.

Thank god, there was someone that is good at reading people. Leon was standing and talking with Claudette. He called you over as he was trying to remember details from your time before the Entity. You and Leon had been friends back then, since childhood, and he could see the discomfort in your face and thought it was a great opportunity to call you over. You guys were laughing about what he was telling Claudette and Leon had put his arm over your shoulders. Caleb had just about had enough at this point.

You and Caleb had a special whistle so that you knew it was him calling you. At least no one has caught onto it yet. At least, that’s what you both thought. As soon as you heard it, so did Leon. I guess you shouldn’t be too surprised when Leon said goodbye to Claudette for the both of you and guided you to where he heard the call. You were both on the edge of the forest when you looked at Leon, “Well, I guess you know this is my stop. I knew you of all people would figure it out,” you chuckled. Leon turned to the forest and whispered, “ I at least know you’re safe when you’re out there (N/N). Love you, take care of yourself until I see you next.” “You know I will, love you too, butthead,” you chuckled after he punched your arm lightly as you walked into the forest.

You were walking through, but didn’t see Caleb anywhere. “Caleb!” you whisper shouted, looking around for him. “Darlin’, you need to stop being so nice to everyone. They’re gonna think you don’ belong to someone.” You quickly turned to face your lover and reached out to put your arms around his waist. He put one of his hands on your lower back and looked into your eyes with a seriousness you haven’t seen in a while. You let out a sigh, “Caleb, my love… I didn’t mean for anyone to get the wrong idea. You know Leon is harmless.” “I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout him. You’ve already given me y’all’s history, baby doll,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I’m talkin’ bout that handsy girl. Stop bein’ so kind that they think they can touch ya like that.” “I’m sorry. I didn’t think she would try anything. I still don’t think she will, ok? You don’t have to worry about it my sweet man.” Caleb scoffed at the nickname. He always thought it sounded silly, but he dismissed it and gave another kiss to your forehead and led you to his realm trying to be as calm as he can be. “Next time you’re at the camp, just stay in the saloon. If I’m not there I’ll be comin’ for ya darlin’.” “Hmmmm. I’ll think about it. I still have my friends ya know.” “Yeah, well, it wouldn’t hurt to spend some time with me.” You walk just a few steps ahead and smile now knowing he was a little jealous. “Well. If you miss me that bad, I guess I can come around more often.” You turn around quickly, stopping him in his tracks with a small and gruff, “Good. Now get to steppin’,” he said as he turned you around with a small pat to your butt making you let out a yelp.

Wraith

Since he was brought here by the Entity he felt fine with his looks. Until one time he was stalking the survivor’s camp listening to them talk about life. He went back to listen to their stories the next day, but the small group he was near were talking about which of the killers could get a “pass”. He didn’t really get what they meant until they were mentioning attractiveness. Now Philip wasn’t rated last, but he was definitely low on the scale. Only then did he question his appearance.

One day he was having a slow day. Not many trials were happening with him in it and he decided to explore his realm a little. He hated the cars that were around him. None of them were really cool, nor were they noteworthy. However, today has been a slow day for you too. He recognized you from the survivor’s camp and remembered listening to some of your stories. They were really interesting and he remembered how good of a story-teller you were. He could tell from some of your stories, just what kind of person you were. You had such passion and he knows from listening to some of the gossip when there were other groups, that you helped a lot in trials. He never noticed because you were still kinda new and he hasn’t had a trial with you yet.

He was slowly approaching you as you looked inside one of the cars. He rung his bell to see what you’d do, but all you did was look around before continuing to explore his realm. He rung his bell a couple more times as he stalked you throughout the place. You didn’t have much of a reaction to it, so when he finally revealed himself, your heart nearly jumped out of your chest.

“Ahaha. Uh.. so, um. I hope I’m not bothering you. I, uh, just wanted to explore?” you end with a higher pitch hoping it made you seem more innocent and not like you were invading his space. You know he’s a killer and that he could very well hurt you here, but from the small tilt of his head you could tell it’s not going to happen. At least, not yet. You looked up to meet his eyes and slowly reached a hand out. “I’m (Y/N). I’m kinda new here.” He looked down at your hand and grabbed it lightly. You let out a light gasp as you looked down at his hand in yours and turned it over. His hand was warm and you couldn’t help but step closer to the body heat he was providing. You weren’t exactly brought here in warm clothes and there was definitely a breeze in this realm. “(Y/N)!!!! Where are you?!” you heard from the tree line. You looked over to find Mikaela about to enter the realm. Philip quickly let go of your hand and was pulling away from you, “W-Wait!” but he was already gone when you looked at Mikaela again to see if she was coming closer. You sigh in disappointment looking around you before you let out a low, “Bye, I guess.” You tried to warm your arms up before you ran over to the red head and headed back to camp with one last look over your shoulder.

Philip knew he liked you, You were too soft, too warm to be in a place like this. He definitely had tried to see you back at the survivor’s camp, but he was better at observing than trying to approach you. Today you were talking with a group near where he was hiding. The topic definitely made his ears perk up as he heard someone ask you “Hey, (Y/N), what’s your type?” You laughed a little as you said the classic “tall, dark, and handsome. Haha. Well, that’s true, but also the quiet ones. Ya know, a little shy. I talk a lot so I can definitely hold the conversation for the both of us,” you laugh. While everyone in your group was laughing and talking to each other about their types. Jonah stood up from his spot and sat next to you, “So. Tall, dark, and handsome, huh? You wouldn’t happen to be talking about me now would you?” he said as he draped his arm over your shoulders. Philip could feel himself getting upset with the fact that Jonah was touching you. You chuckled and pushed his arm off, “I don’t know if you were listening, but the keywords were shy and quiet. That is like the opposite of you.” He tried to lean in to whisper to you, but you heard a familiar bell and immediately stood up with a quick “I gotta pee. Bye.” He looked at you confused as you quickly walked into the forest. “Hello?!” You walked further hearing the bell just ahead. Suddenly, there was just silence. You looked around disappointed you didn’t hear or see anything. You were just about to give up and head back towards the camp when you turned and saw him. “H-Hi. I’ve been looking for you ya know?” He stepped towards you and kneeled down a bit. “You really saved me back there. He was definitely getting too close for comfort.” You looked into his eyes and stepped towards him a bit. Leaning down he got to your level so that you were face-to-face.

You could feel the heat radiating off of him and shivered a bit, you lifted your hand as you were about to touch his face, but you hesitated. He grabbed your hand and placed it on his face himself. He leaned into your hand and closed his eyes for a moment. You could feel him relax, but all of a sudden you heard Jonah’s voice yelling out your name. Philip snapped his eyes open and with a small growl he grabbed you around your waist and stood to his full height and you automatically wrapped your legs around his waist and threw your arms around his neck. He jingled his bell and you were no longer in the forest and back in his realm. “Mine,” he said softly enough for you to hear. You smiled at him, still wrapped in his arms and rested your head on his shoulder, “Sure thing, Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome.”

Doctor

Herman is quite the sadist when it comes to the survivors. You included. However, he has calmed down quite a bit with you as your relationship grew. Since he loved making observations, he would often watch you guys at the survivors camp and how you interacted with everyone. He was trying to see what your relationships were like with the other survivors.

He is 100% a possessive man. You are his and he very much would like to keep it that way. He didn’t even stop his observations when you were in trials with him. He was excited to have you in his trial today. There were some new survivors and he wanted to see how they interacted with others. Herman was chasing one of the new survivors.

Vittorio was running as fast as he could when he was running up behind two other survivors. He only recognized one which was you, you’ve saved him a couple times when he didn’t know what was going on, and the other was some woman he didn’t know yet. Herman let out a loud laugh as he was creeping up to the three of you when the woman he knows to be Haddie decided to drop a palette. However, this palette happened to almost fall on you, but Vittorio managed to grab you by your waist and save you from being squished under the massive palette. You, Vittorio, and Herman looked at the fallen palette then at Haddie who was running away. Herman was not happy about Haddie, but was cautious about Vittorio’s arm around your waist and the fact that he was pulling you away from Herman. Herman was trying to be logical about the events as he broke the palette and you and your new companion ran off into the opposite direction of Haddie. As soon as he got his hands on her he shocked her until the screaming stopped. He didn’t mori her. No, that was too easy. He hooked her as soon as he found one.

He was now on the hunt for the other survivors and you. He had finally found the one that wasn’t a part of the earlier ordeal and hooked them. You heard the scream when you were working on a generator with Vittorio. “I should go grab them. Have you seen a med pack anywhere?” you ask as you stand up from the now functioning generator. He stood up and shook his head no. “I didn’t know to grab them.” “That’s ok! I’ll just have to look for it on my way to the other survivor. You go work on the last generator,” you smile at him and he nods as he heads off.

You obviously run into Herman and he wouldn’t let you pass without giving him a small kiss on the cheek and him giving you a small shock on the ass as you ran away. You grab Jill off the hook and hear the final generator roar to life which obviously meant you could escape to the camp. You and Jill run as fast as you can towards the exit, but Herman is hot on your tail. He must’ve been waiting around the wall the hook was on. You didn’t want to leave Jill behind so you grabbed her hand and ran faster. You both see the exit in front of you, but as you got closer Jill tripped over herself and brought you down with her. You groaned as you hit the ground. Herman was about to go over her and to grab you when you suddenly got yanked up by Vittorio who brought you through the gate to safety. Herman was not happy about this turn of events. Why is this man so keen on protecting you? Why are his hands on you whenever you guys are around each other?

You sighed as you guys reached camp without Jill. Haddie was already sitting by the camp and Vittorio was mad at how she put you in danger when you helped everyone in the trial, even her. He guided you to another part of the camp with his hand on your lower back. “Is everything ok?” you ask him. “Yes. I just don’t appreciate how she endangered you and ran off,” he jerked his head in Haddie’s direction. “It’s ok. Not everyone reciprocates your help. That’s just how it is here,” you say softly. “That makes no sense. Does she have no shame?” You smile and decide you better tell him about this place some more. You sat Vittorio down and talked to him about how things work around here. He was actively listening to you when you realized how tired you were from the last trial.

With a small goodbye, you got up to go to Herman’s realm as he should be back by now. You were walking through the forest towards the loud zaps of electricity. “That new survivor is quite touchy isn’t he, darling?” you hear him say as you walk into his lab. “No, he was just trying to make sure I was ok since I was helping him. He’s new and I can’t help but at least give him some tips.” “Good thing you’re so nice? Hmm?” “ What are you trying to insinuate, Doctor Carter?” you cross your arms across your chest as you lean against the table he was writing notes down about today’s trial. He looked up quickly, “Nothing. Nothing. I’m not insinuating anything. I’m simply stating the man is touchy, that's all my love.” “Yeah, well I remember what it was like being new. You aren’t exactly the easiest first killer to deal with.” “No, you’re right. I guess I’m not,” he chuckled. “Guess not,” you lean in and kiss him on the corner of his lips.

Pyramid Head

It’s been a couple days since you’ve seen your big and buff monster of a boyfriend. He hasn’t had a trial with you and you’ve managed to be chased by monstrous killers that weren’t him. Such disappointment. You were sitting at the camp since sitting by the fire was much more comforting than the elementary school. You don’t exactly have a bed or anything there. It can also get lonely when you have been waiting for him for a couple days.

There was one person who had been sitting near you that you never really got to know yet. He seemed kind of like an outsider which is weird considering the circumstances. You had nothing better to do anyways. “Psst. Hey! Jeff. Come over here real quick!” you called out to him. He looked to his side and then at you. He funnily enough pointed himself and looked at you confused. You rolled your eyes and scooted over to him. “Got any good bedtime stories?” you ask sweetly. “Listen, kid. My bedtime stories are probably not as interesting as yours. I know you’ve been here longer than me. Word around town is you’re even sleeping with the enemy.” “Man, you are just a bundle of joy ain’t ya,” you chuckled. “I could care less about your personal life. Being here is one hell of a ride. I wouldn’t be surprised if I went after that plague woman,” you instantly ease up and chuckle a bit. “Ahh, so you’re type is powerful, deadly, and gorgeous huh?” Jeff laughed and said “Yeah, I guess you can say that,” he poked the fire with a stick. “At least we got something in common,” you both chuckle at that.

You spent the rest of the night just talking about your life before this place. He seems like a pretty cool guy. He reminds you of one of your uncles with some of the things he says. He even told you that you reminded him of his younger sibling. By the end of the night you guys practically made a fake family pact then decided to take a nap before you get pulled into a trial.

You wake up with a gasp because you felt yourself being launched onto the shoulder of your hunk of a man. “P-Pyra?” you wheezed out as he put you down gently. You looked up at him when he brushed his hand against your face. You melt into him and wrap your arms around his chest. You heard a groan come from his helmet as he wrapped his arm without his weapon around you tightly. When you pulled away he grabbed your arm and wrote on your forearm and small ‘IMY’ with his finger. You leaned up a little and placed a small kiss on his peck. “I missed you too, big guy.”

As the trial went on and you somehow got the generators working with the help of Jeff. You didn’t see Pyramid Head anywhere as you were running to the gate with Jeff, but in normal klutzy fashion, you tripped over the corner of a palette. Pyra finally showed up and was about to grab you for some alone time when Jeff just yanked you up and over his shoulder as he ran out the exit. All you heard was a roar from your lover as you made it to the survivors camp. After settling everything with Jeff at the camp. You headed out to Pyra’s realm hoping to finally have some alone time.

Stepping into his realm you see him entering the school in the distance and you quickly run to catch up to him. “Pyra!” He keeps walking as if you didn’t say anything. You think he didn’t hear you so when you get to the entrance and follow him down the hallway, you wrap your arms around his waist from behind. “Bubby? Why’d you walk off?” He groaned a little in annoyance. You know it’s not at you though. You put your hands under his shirt and run your hands up and down his stomach and pecs. “I love you, you know that right?” He nodded a little and you pull his top up just above your head and placed kisses on the exposed skin. “I just made a friend in that guy that got me at the end. We talked earlier when I couldn’t find you, and we just reminded each other of family from before this place. That’s all bub.” He turned and his tongue snuck out the corner of his mask and gave you a lil lick on the cheek making you laugh and let go of him. You both knew everything was alright.

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augustghosts · 2 years ago

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The Best Thank you

Tommy Miller x fem!reader

On that night in 2003, Tommy calls his girlfriend instead of Joel.

(let's pretend the literal apocalypse doesn’t happen for this one, ok?)

I started writing this like a week ago before ep 6 and after seeing ep 6 I haven't been able to stop thinking about tommy fucking miller. Anyways, this ends kind of abruptly because i’m bad at endings lol. And this is the worst title ever, I couldn't think of one. Hope you enjoy <3

Warnings: 18+ so minors dni pls, not proofread so lmk if u spot any mistakes lmao. Lots of pet names. Established relationship, ppl in love n all that. Oral (f receiving), unprotected sex. Tommy defo whimpers btw.

Word count: 3.1k

“Shit!” She almost rolled her eyes at herself as she did the classic scramble around the bed in the dark for her phone. After a few seconds she grasps it, her eyes squinting as she looks over a number she doesn’t recognise. She considers not answering, it is midnight. But calls this late are usually important, right? Fuck it.

“Hello?” She’s hesitant, but the sigh she lets out makes it sound like she’s annoyed. Tommy is nervous, he’s actually fucking nervous. After no answer from Joel, he didn’t know what else to do. He was well and truly fucked. He's leaning against a cold wall, the payphone is heavy in his hand - not as heavy as the stare the officer who’s watching him is giving him. He looks down at his boots instead and squeezes his eyes shut before replying. The sound of her voice immediately helped his situation.

“Hey, honey!” He sounds a little too cheery, he honestly cringes at himself. He can’t tell if its the pure fucking anxiety he’s feeling because of this phone call or the alcohol.

“Tommy? What’s wrong?” She sussed him out immediately, the sounds of his voice initially putting her at ease before she sensed the edge in it. God, he thinks, she’s so damn smart. And she knows him so well. He catches himself smiling at the just the thought of her, until he remembers where the fuck he is.

“Yeah. I’m, uh - I'm okay.” Did he just stutter? This is one of those times he wished she didn’t have this kind of effect on him.

“Okay?” She beckons him to continue, leaning over to her nightstand to flick the light on. Her room is illuminated revealing a pair of Tommy’s shoes by her door and some clothes he’d left there still thrown over the back of her chair.

“Look, I'm - um.” Fuck, Tommy. Just say it. “I’m in jail.”

There’s a pause on the other end, a pause that’s a little too long and makes him think she’d hung up. He takes the phone away from his ear to glance at it, as if that would help. Her voice is small when it finally comes through. “What?”

“Did you actually not hear me or do you just want me to say it again?” He tries to joke.

“Say it again.” Her voice is stern, it immediately shuts him down.

“I’m in jail.” He sighs.

There’s another pause before she asks: “Are you okay?”

His heart squeezes in his chest. He had expected a million sighs, a telling off or maybe even a dial tone ringing in his ear telling him she’d hung up on him. But no, of course she’s not like that. He knows that - she’s better than anyone he’d ever met. Of course his beautiful girl with her beautiful heart, who had just been woken up at midnight, was going to ask him if he was okay.

“Yeah. I’m fine.” His voice is uncharacteristically small.

“What happened?”

“I don’t know. It's- you know I was at the bar and one of my buddies got into a fight and I was just helping him out. I think maybe I knocked the guy out, I don't know.” He does know. He did knock the guy out and honestly, he was pretty proud of it. But he doesn’t want to tell her that.

“Oh, okay.” Honestly, she’s confused. Not sure why he was calling her, didn’t he have a brother?

“Anyway, look baby, I'm sorry but I need you to help me out.”

“How?” She asks. She’s sitting up now, and suddenly she doesn’t feel tired anymore.

He sighs again, he really doesn’t want to be doing this. “Darlin’, I really am sorry but I need you to bail me out.”

She’s silent again for a second, “Now?”

“Yeah, it’s friday. If I don't get out tonight I'll be here all weekend.” He’s speaking faster now, he sounds like he’s panicking. Shit, is she really gonna do this? Of course she is. She sighs as she stands up. Tommy hears it and it makes his chest squeeze again, guilt flooding him as he speaks. “Please. I’m sorry.”

“Which jail?” She asks - he tells her. A feeling of relief almost overtakes the guilt as he hears her shuffling around on the other end.

“Okay.” She says, slipping her shoes on. “I’ll be there soon.”

“Shit, thank you sweetheart. I’ll make it up to you.” He promises. She doesn’t respond - the line goes dead. Honestly, he feels like he’s getting mixed signals. Was she mad? Was she upset? He couldn’t tell. Fuck Joel for not answering.

Half an hour later she’s pulling up in front of the station. Her heart is beating faster than ever, maybe she should have left him here over the weekend. Taught him a damn lesson. She knows she doesn’t mean that, but she seriously considers it as she gets out of her car. The place is weirdly empty for a Friday night, a few people sitting on chairs in front of the desk. Only two people sitting behind said desk, she had expected it to be a lot crazier. Maybe the crazy is happening where Tommy is, somewhere in the back. In just a few minutes after a conversation at the desk Tommy is walking towards her. He looks more nervous than she’s ever seen him. His usual cocky and confident demeanor, which she loves so much, has been replaced by guilt and embarrassment. She stands with her arms crossed as she waits, watching as he’s handed back his phone and wallet.

“Hey.” He says as he turns to her, he almost wishes he could go back inside.

“Hi.” She replies, she turns and leaves. He follows, already going through an apology speech in his head. When they get outside she stops by her car, turning to face him.

“Baby, look, I'm sorry. I-” He starts his speech but is cut off by her soft hands grasping his face. Her hands are warm on his cheeks and he brings his own hand up to rest on top of hers.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” She asks. He nods, his gorgeous brown eyes wide as he anticipates what she’s going to do next. She surprises him by leaning up to kiss him, pulling his head down to meet her lips. He sighs as she kisses him softly, his hands wrap around her middle - he pulls her as close as he can. He had been contemplating tonight being the end of this, all his worries that he had disappointed her melting away as he felt her smile against his lips.

“You’re an idiot.” She mumbled against his skin as she pressed a kiss to his cheek. He mirrored the grin on her face as he pulled away from her, she was still holding his face lovingly.

“I know.” He smirked. Shit, even after all this - a night of drinking, an apparent bar fight and a few hours in jail, he still looked gorgeous.

“So, am I taking you home or?” She trailed off, stepping away from him and rounding her car to the drivers side.

“Only if you’re coming with me.”

“We’ll go to mine then. I have work in the morning.” She says, and that guilty feeling almost returns, but when he sees the smirk on her face, he mirrors it with the same amount of enthusiasm.

When they enter her apartment, Tommy suddenly isn’t as nervous anymore. Alcohol still running through his veins and excited over the thought of getting to spend the night with his girl instead of in a fucking cell. She’s slipping her shoes off and placing her keys down on the shelf beside the door when he approaches her from behind, wrapping his arms around her - chin on her shoulder.

“You’re my goddamn hero.” He jokes, mumbling the words against her skin as he nuzzled into her neck.

“Sounds like you were the hero tonight.” She whispers back, placing her hands over his and leaning back into him. He’s pressing kisses along her neck as he responds.

“Yeah, and i got fuckin’ arrested for it.”

She laughs loudly, turning in his arms to kiss him again. More passionately and messily than in front of the police station. His hands grip her hips tighter, one traveling down to knead at her ass. Her own hands push his button up off of his shoulders, leaving him in just his white shirt. God, he looked good today. She can feel his cock through the front of his jeans as his hand on her ass pulls her forwards into him.

“I gotta admit,” She pulls away from him, his mouth tries to follow hers but she grasps his hand, leading him to her room. “It is kinda sexy, Thinking about you winning a fight.”

She decides that maybe he deserves a bit of a show after the night he’s had. He’s standing in the doorway watching her, his trademark smirk plastered onto his face as she slowly takes her shirt off - Tommy’s shirt, actually. Already braless from being woken up at midnight, the jacket she had thrown on top of his shirt has already been abandoned at the door. He couldn’t lie about noticing her nipples through her shirt as she’d taken the coat off earlier. He makes a show of crossing his arms and leaning against the door frame, the smirk now turned into a grin. One that she's mirroring as she unbuttons her jeans and slowly slides them down her legs. His eyes follow, once they trail over her hips and legs he decides he can’t take it anymore. Having her standing in front of him in nothing but panties is not how he thought this night was going to end.

“Fuck, baby.” His voice is noticeably deeper now as he comes to her, gripping her hips so she's against him. Her bare chest pressed against his clothed one. “I’m gonna give you the best thank you you’ve ever had.”

And with that, he crouches down to haul her up into his arms - her legs wrapping around his waist as she laughs above him. He presses a quick kiss to her lips before dropping her down onto the bed. It’s his turn to put on a show now as he rids himself of his own shirt. He kneels in front of her and presses a kiss to her ankle before grabbing them both and using them to haul her towards the end of the bed. His mouth is inches from her pussy and she sighs as she feels him pressing kisses up her legs. He’s always been a tease, he lives for the sounds she makes. He loves to see her squirm. And squirm she does as he begins to slowly suck and bite the skin on her thighs.

“Tommy.” She sighs his name and tugs on his hair and he swears his cock twitches in his jeans. “Please touch me.” Fuck, the effect she has on him is insane. He wants nothing more than to rip the denim off of his legs and fuck her into the matress, but he knows what she needs. And he will always give it to her. He presses one last kiss to her stomach before sliding her panties down her legs and throwing them behind him.

“You’re so pretty, baby.” He whispers, just inches away from where she needs him. He used his thumbs to part her lips, a groan leaving his lips as he leaned in and dragged his warm tongue down the length of her. She sighed above him, her hands still holding onto his hair. He focuses on her clit, his tongue drawing tight circles over the nub. After a couple of strokes he closed his mouth around it, sucking gently.

“Shit, Tommy.” One of her legs lifted around his shoulder, her heel pushing him further towards her. He smiled against her, he loved pleasing her. She always thought about how lucky she had gotten with Tommy. A man who knows what he’s doing, and loves to do it. After playing with her clit for as long as she could take he pulled away. A beautiful smile on his face as he watched her squirm, her hands grasping his shoulders trying to push him back down.

“You wanna come for me, gorgeous?” He asked, breathless.

“Please.” She nods enthusiastically, just as breathless as him. “Please make me come!”

“Whatever you want princess.” He smirks, bringing his mouth back down to her pussy. His lips closed around her clit once more. He brings a hand up underneath his mouth, a single finger tracing her entrance before pushing inside. He moans against her when he feels how wet she is, adding another finger. She’s whining above him, moaning his name and pulling on his hair and he thinks about how he could definitely come like this. Shit, he has before. He fucks her with his fingers exactly the way he knows she likes, his tongue continuing to dance on her clit until she closes her thighs around his head.

“Oh fuck, Tommy!” She moans loudly, neither of them have time to think about her neighbors right now. “I’m gonna come.”

He continues what he’s doing as she grips harder on his hair, her legs closing tightly around his shoulders as she arches her back as she comes. He watches her face, she always looks so gorgeous like this. He fucking loves it. He fucking loves her. He keeps going until she's giggling breathlessly and pushing him away. He sits up, kneeling at the bottom of the bed between her legs, pressing one last kiss to her thigh before standing up and ridding himself of his jeans. She whimpers when she sees just how hard he is. He looks gorgeous as he stands above her, his cock flushed and leaking. He climbs on top of her to kiss her messily, her wetness still around his mouth as he pushes his tongue inside of hers.

“How do you want me?” She whispers against his lips.

“Fuck, turn around sweetheart.” He’s grinning at her as she follows his instructions. Turning around onto her stomach and leaning on her elbows. He takes a hold of her hips, pulling her ass up so he can get a view of her dripping pussy. “God I can't wait to fill you up, you ready for me?”

“I’m always ready for you.” She smiles at him over her shoulder. He groans at her words, realizing he cant wait any longer, he takes a hold of his throbbing cock and lines himself up to her glistening hole. They both moan as he pushes in, her warm walls welcoming him as they squeeze him in.

“So fuckin’ tight.” He whimpers as he begins to set a pace. “God, i fuckin’ love your pussy.”

She feels like his words make her more wet, if that's even possible.

“I love your cock, Tommy.” She moans as he fucks her slowly, holding himself back. He wants to enjoy her, but her heavenly cunt makes it so difficult. “Please, make me feel good.”

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I'm gonna.” He says through gritted teeth. He always does, but she loves to tease him. And she knows how much he loves to hear her beg for him. He continues to fuck her like this, picking up his pace eventually when she begins to whine for him to go faster. She breathes his name as his cock begins hitting just the right spot, her hands tightening around the bedsheets - needing something to hold on to. Her chest pressed up against the bedsheets, her body being thrust forward as Tommy fucks into her, adds deliciously to the stimulation. He knows her so well, he can feel when she's getting close. Her silky walls tighten around him, her hands clenching and unclenching as her back arches more. Her whines of his name becoming higher in pitch. He’s close too, so with a smack to her ass that makes her yelp he pulls out. She doesn’t have time to process as he turns her over climbing over her again to kiss her. She moans against his mouth, his soft lips and tongue mixing with her own. Her legs wrap around his body as he pushes into her again. Immediately setting a bruising pace, both of them too close to care.

“You gonna come for me baby? Yeah?” He eggs her on as she nods, desperately. “Come on baby come around my cock. Let me feel it.”

The sight of her reaching down to play with her clit as she comes undone beneath him is enough to do it for him.

“Where do you want it?” He hisses. He knows the answer, but he always asks anyway.

“Come inside me Tommy. I wanna feel you.” He practically whimpers her name as he empties inside of her. She pulls his face down towards her again, wanting to hold him close. He bites into her shoulder as she whimpers in his ear, still coming down from her own high. Both of them enjoying the feeling of him filling her pussy up.

“Holy shit.” She murmurs. A drowsy smile on her face as she plays with his hair until he eventually lifts his head from her shoulder. He laughs before pressing a kiss to her cheek. He sits up, pulling out of her and biting the inside of his cheek as he watches his come drip out of her.

“I love you.” She says, reaching for him again.

“I love you more.” He smiles as she pulls him down for a kiss. “You gotta sleep, not long until you need to get up for work.”

“Yeah,” She agrees, still trying out her breath. She stands up to make her way to the bathroom and stops at the door to say: “A long night of being a hero.” She hears him laugh from the bed as she shuts the bathroom door, her legs still slightly wobbly and tingling. He definitely kept his promise, the best damn thank you she’d ever had.

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drea-ms · 11 months ago

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UNSPOKEN WORDS AND THEIR LETTERS (i love you.)

げとうすぐる. Communication wasn't the best thing for you, but for the ones you love and cared for? You'd write and talk about for hours, maybe years

warnings. ANGST!!! erm suicide mentions. plot twist 😨. haibara isnt dead. shitty communication skills between sugu n yn. long. not proofread. inspired by somethin stupid by frank sinatra. grammar mistakes. a lot of stuff goes down. it will probably will next chapter too..... dunno what to add here.... also if you want listen to somethin stupid by frank sinatra!!!

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You left him a voicemail that day, Words slurred, sore throat, the worst he's ever heard from you. Geto Suguru hates how too late it was for him and you.

Maybe this was the gods way of giving him karma.

He turns in his phone, goes to his voice mailbox.

"You have one message. To listen to this message press one. To delete this message press tw—"

"Um—Hey. I-I know now's not the best time to call you, you're probably busy and still mad at me. I don't understand why though. Why are you mad at me? Why is it that you have to find a way to blame me to make yourself feel better?" you paused, swallowing the pain that lies within your throat, he hates how he knows what you're feeling right now.

You sniffed and coughed before continuing, "Um—I'm sorry, for everything really. Now that I look back at everything, it was stupid of us to argue, I guess some people realize stuff really late, I really hope you listen to this message Sugu." Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Why is he feeling tears coming from his eyes, why does that nickname harm him a lot? Why do you have this effect on him?

You laugh with tears falling from your eyes, and Suguru wishes he was there to wipe them away. "Even if you don't, even if you don't ever see this message, I'm just glad I recorded it" you smiled, has the sunset ever looked as beautiful as it did right now? Do you think Suguru is watching the same sunset as you? You continue, "Hey, You remember when Satoru, dragged us out in the rain? we got all wet and later got sick. I think we were in our second year. Shoko got mad at us after and had to take care of us, Do you—" you choke up on your words before steadily repeat yourself, "Do you think, that whenever I look tired one day, will you drag me out to jump in the rain again?" The voicemail finished. The automatic voice came up,

"To hear this message again, press three, to save it press four, to delet—" he presses four, now crying his eyes out in the middle of his room. Geto Suguru truly was an idiot. It was finally night time.

When the news of the beloved [lastname] [firstname] was pronounced dead was a shock to everyone. What truly was more shocking was the fact that she left letters to everyone, one each, two to Geto Suguru. Each letter contained the same thing, to have fun, to not blame themselves and to live their best life. Why was his so different than the others? Why did he get two instead of one?

He knows the reason why, he just want to hear it from you.

The first letter read;

My dearest, Suguru,

I'm not good with writing my own feelings down, so writing this is already hard as it is. But, when you do get this letter, it means that something happened to me, or maybe I just never gave it to you and hid it or threw it away. Only time will tell.

Anyways, back to the reason I'm writing this letter. I don't think I've had enough time to tell you about my feelings. In the short time I have met you, I think I've fallen in love with you. Not in a just a crush type of way, in a way were if one were to ask me to write something about you they would get paragraph after paragraph of how I feel about you. Did you know that I would sketch you whenever I'm bored? I would draw you and somehow put you in any of my paintings, you remind me of so many things, yet i couldn't find the perfect time to finish painting you.

I think I've always loved you, I'm not sure when those feelings started, but, I knew from the way i tried to make myself more likeable to you. I would always practice every to find some clever lines to make the meaning come true, though i would always mess it up. I wanted to know whether you liked me too. And I think on that night, the one where we snuck out and headed to the bridge was the right time, your cologne (the one that smelt like mint & citrus and your cigarette smell) filled my head, I thought the stars went red and the night turned bluer than usable. I was confident to tell you my feelings, but I thought I would spoil the moment by saying something stupid like "I love you."

maybe we our communication skills aren't the best,

maybe we'll find each other in another life.

I love you.

[nickname]

I love you.

she loves me.

she loved me.

Geto suguru remembers that night, the almost confession and how you looked. He thought you looked wonderful, a painting yet to be painted due to the amount time and work it would've taken. He also remembered that there was music playing, you've always like oldies, something about them maybe you like them. Maybe you're right, maybe the lack in communication skills was bad for the both of you.

So Suguru, ever so the stoic one, breaks in your room, with the extra key you gave him and sleeps in your bed for the first time in days.

"How long do you intend on hiding her, Yu?"A blonde, tall guy asked, "I, I don't know what you're taking about Kento-kun. Hiding who?"the shorter male asked, nervously looking anywhere but the blonde, Haibara Yu knew if word were to come out about you, he would be in trouble. "[Name]'s not dead is she? What—" he gets pulled into a empty classroom with the brunette, "Keep quiet, Kento. If word comes out and finds out to the higher ups that the child they been so afraid of is isn't dead, then everybody's gone." he said, whisper yelling at Kento. The blonde, surprised that his senior (the only one he respected really) was still alive, and the only person who was keeping her safe in hiding was the ever so sweet Haibara Yu. Now that Kento thinks about it, Yu is right, If word does come out and your alive and Yu has been hiding you, the higher up will have no chance but to execute the two of you.

"Who else knows of this?" is the only thing that comes out the blondes mouth, worried about who might know,

"Right now? Me and You. Just don't say anything and keeping pretending she's dead, it's better that way." the brunette says, the serious tone in his voice never fading.

The shorter haired boy walked away from the blonde, leaving him alone with his thoughts. Nanami Kento wasn't an idiot, he found the situation a bit werid, he kinda knew about you (you told him minor details.) and he knew who reckless you were, so you doing this was off. He exits the room, heading to his own.

"Do you know how many times I almost slipped the secret??? wayyy to many to count!" Yu says, pouting on his side of the phone call, it was midnight and everyone else was sleeping so he was trying to keep quiet.

"You know Yu, you really didn't have to do all of this." a female voice say, her voice deep and soft, smiling on her side of the call, sure she was in Seoul currently, but the time difference was the same, she knew how much the students needed sleep, she, herself was one too. "I feel greatful that you're helping me, Thank you."she said, looking out at the balcony, the night sky was shining brighter than before,

"It's no problem, [nickname]." he said, looking out by the window, a smile on his face, "You know, He's been acting werid since—" "I know, I think he read the letter, I don't know about the number, haven't gotten a call from him, maybe he didn't read it.""Maybe." he mumbled, a nervous smile on his face,

"Anyways, I have to go Yu. I'll talk to you when I can," you said, hanging up after saying your goodbyes.

Maybe, this was what you needed, Maybe not. Who cares. At least your dead.

VAL SPEAKS ?!!?? dawg this was supposed to be ready by last week and my tumblr was kicking me in the ASSSSS bro i couldn't move shit n all, but!!!! i finished it, and i'm almost done with the series!!!! can't wait to finish this and do midterms.... sorry it looks shit,,, was on a rush to finish this....

TAGS — @sad-darksoul

tags are open!!!

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ashwhowrites · 2 years ago

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Well, it's a little bit angsty - inspired by something that happened to me once, which you probably will be able to tell by some of it. Eddie and reader argues about something and Eddie, being Eddie maybe letting his insecurities getting the best of him again says something like "well, perhaps we shouldn't be together then if it's so hard to communicate with me" or something like that. But it's what the reader does that hits him like a nailgun to the balls. She doesn't just drop off stuff he's had at her house, she also sends back every gifts he's given her, notes, all of it. And when he calls her to ask why, like "the teddy bear I got you at the fair was yours, why do you give it to me?" and she's all "because I don't want any reminders of idiots that turned out to be a big waste of my time." And that just shakes Eddie - like he realize that he may have broken up with her but the fact that she doesn't want any reminders of him or their time together just breaks his heart and makes him realize what a mistake he's made. Preferably a happy ending, but make him work for it :)

-@somethingvicked

It does not have a happy ending, I'm sorry....but the way I wrote him. I don't think you'd want him back. I hope that even though I changed the ending, this is what you were looking for

⚠️no part 2

never proofread

Dating Eddie started amazing. He was the perfect boyfriend, he always tried, and he actually cared. But lately? It seemed like he could care less where their relationship stood.

He got too comfortable and gave up on her. It was like their relationship was the last thing on his mind and everything was more important than her.

She understood they had different interests, and that meant they would spend time apart. But now, it was like he never came back to spend time with her. She never felt so alone being in a relationship before. She didn't feel wanted or needed. And she was tired of feeling like that. He didn't want to be with her? Fine, she'll make it easier.

She didn't give herself time to overthink, just walking straight into his trailer.

Eddie could feel the anger coming off of her, rolling his eyes as he knew another night would be spent arguing.

"what are we fighting about today?" Eddie snarled out. His eyes stayed on the tv, flicking through channels.

Y/N already knew this was going to be hard. And it hurt so much more knowing he was different. She'd walk into his trailer and he'd race to kiss her. He never wanted to let go. He stopped touching her months ago. And here he was, snapping at her, not even glancing in her direction.

"nothing, actually. I'm done Eddie." She sighed.

Eddie tried to hold back his chuckle. A mocking sound in his throat and it made her shiver.

"Oh, okay. You said that last time. What's the problem now? I'm too comfortable? No that was two weeks ago. I don't try anymore? That was last week. I don't love you? Not good enough? Don't satisfy every possible need you have? Not good at communicating? That's what yesterday was about, right?" He scoffed out.

Every word hurt her more and more. But everything was the truth. And the fight yesterday clearly didn't settle into his brain.

"actually, yesterday we did fight about your communication. Did you forget the part where I asked you to call once your anger settled down and we could talk like mature adults ? Or did you just decide not to care?" She snapped back

Eddie rolled his eyes. Shutting off the tv and turning his full body towards here.

A fake big smile on his face.

"you have all my attention, baby. Is that what you wanted?" He said

She had to hold herself back from slapping him. She cannot believe how much of a prick he has become over the last few months.

"Wowwww, you are such an asshole." She laughed, no humour behind it. "You once again just blew off everything I said! Did you miss the part AGAIN where you didn't fucking call me? It makes me feel like you don't care!"

"If I don't seem to fucking care, WHY BE WITH ME?" He lashed out. Throwing his hands in the air as he screamed.

But Y/N had no reaction. He did this every single time she tried to bring up an emotion she felt.

"I'm not anymore. I'm done with this relationship. I can love myself way better than you ever did. " She said, a smile on her face as she turned around. Walking towards the door.

Eddie watched as she walked out the door. He brushed it off. She'd be back, she always came right back.

~~~

It's been a few days since the fight, and Eddie still hasn't found it in him to care. He wouldn't cave in first, he never did and he never will.

He hasn't heard from her since. She never called and never came back to his trailer. But he expected her any day now. Spending his days watching tv and hanging out with his friends.

He came stumbling into his trailer after a Saturday night out at the bar. He could hear Gareth driving off as he walked up the steps. Finding himself tripping over a box with his name on it.

He was too drunk to see what it was. Kicking the box to the side as he walked inside. Walking the few steps to the couch and throwing himself on it.

Not even seconds later, he was passed out.

~~~

Y/N hasn't spoken to Eddie in days but she felt so good. She hasn't bothered to call or stop by his trailer. She caught herself thinking about him, but she knew that wasn't going to just stop. She kept herself strong and enjoyed how much lighter her shoulders felt.

She packed up a box of everything he's ever given her. She didn't need a reminder of someone who made her feel like she was nothing. Every letter, teddy bear, bracelet, ring, just anything he has ever gifted to her. Not like he'd remember any of it. The last thing he ever gifted her was months ago, back when he still loved her and wanted her.

When she arrived at the trailer, she noticed his van was there. Preparing to hand him the box, she took a deep breath. Knocking on the door as she waited for him to open it.

She knocked a few more times and waited and waited some more, but he never opened the door.

The last time she saw him was a good enough goodbye for her. She dropped the box at the front door, giving the trailer one last look. His home didn't bring her comfort anymore, it wasn't a safe place, nor her happy place.

Now it was just a trailer.

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Eddie felt like his head was pounding. He groaned and felt the couch beneath him. He slowly sat up, yanking off his shoes. He rubbed his head as he walked to grab some water.

His hand dug in his pocket for a cigarette, opening the front door to go smoke. Then his eye caught the box from last night.

He lit his cigarette, inhaled the smoke, and bent down to grab the box. He knew what it was and who it was from. He could tell by the handwriting it was from her. But he was confused as to why the box was so heavy, he could not have left that much stuff at her house.

He smoked his cigarette as he dug through the box. T-shirts, rings, bracelets, and normal things she liked to wear during their relationship. But then he saw stuffed animals, ones he bought her, even the pink bear he won on their anniversary. Why would she give those things back? All she talked about was how she treasured and adored all the gifts he gave to her, and now they don't mean a thing?

Eddie felt the anger inside of him. He was just so bad of a person that she wanted nothing to do with him? Like their relationship meant nothing over the last two years? He smashed his bud into the ground and marched inside.

He raced to the phone, punching in her number.

"Hello?" Eddie tried to ignore how much he missed her sweet voice. She hasn't sounded like that in weeks.

"The teddy bear I got you at the fair was yours, why do you give it to me?" He asked, he didn't bother to cover how sad he felt. It was like a punch in his gut. Was she really not coming back?

"Because I don't want any reminders of idiots that turned out to be a big waste of my time." She snapped, the sweetness in her voice was gone. The cold-hearted tone returned and Eddie hated that. It was like the second she heard his voice, she flipped the switch.

"I wasted your time?" He choked out. The hangover was killing his head, but her words were killing his heart.

"Bye Eddie. Please don't call again."

The tone rang in his ears.

This was it. She wasn't coming back.

She wasn't in bed, cuddling the pink bear and thinking about him anymore.

She'll go back to sleeping in her own shirts, cuddling a new stuffed animal, and moving on from him.

She told him not to call, and that was like cold water down his back. She always asked him to call, and now she begged him not to call her ever again.

He lost her

And now he's stuck with a box of their memories, and she has a clean slate.

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laskyy · 2 years ago

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hiii, how are you? i wanted to request smth for xikers!

could you please do a reaction to their partner (gn) giving them flowers?

thank you and have a great day!!

Hiii!! I'm doing good, and I hope you are too! Thank you so much for requesting and I am deeply sorry for the wait but I was dealing with some personal things and I had no motivation!!I hope I made your request justice! Happy reading and again I am so sorry <3 (also sorry for any mistakes I didn't proofread!!)

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Xikers reaction to their partner giving them flowers

Pairing: GN!reader × xikers

Genre: fluff

Contains: a lot of affection, xikers being wholesome

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Minjae:

Minjae had been working really hard lately and every time you hung out with him he just looked so tired it broke your heart!

So you thought you should do something to cheer him up!

You came up with the idea of giving him a gift but you didn't know for sure what to get him.

You thought to what he had gifted you throughout your relationship and what had he surprised you with most of the time?

Flowers!

Yeah, that's it you would give him flowers!! You hadn't done that before so you were both scared and excited for his reaction.

Minjae opened your door and saw you with your hands behind your back.

"Hey baby what do you have there" He asked with a tired smile.

"Just a little something to cheer you up!" You said as you removed your hands from behind your back and showed him the bouquet you got.

"A-are those for me" He asked as he reached for the flowers.

This reaction made you think he didn't really like them.

"Well yeah but if you don't-"

"I LOVE THESE THANK YOU" He said as he hugged you tight.

"No one has ever given me flowers! I love this! I have to put these in water and cherish them forever! I love you so much! I have to brag to the memb-" he said as he went to get a vase and you watched him with stars in your eyes.

"Seriously thank you! This means a lot, now I get why you love getting flowers so much!" He said as he gave you a kiss and hugged you while he stared at the flowers.

Junmin:

You and Junmin were out on a date. It was a sunny day and you guys were walking around while holding hands.

Eventually you guys passed by a flower field that was filled with the most colourful and beautiful flowers and you couldn't help but notice how mesmerized Junmin was by them.

"These flowers remind me of you! I'd love to be around this field at all times it reminds me of you!" He said while smiling and kissing your head gently.

"You think so?"

"Yeah, and flowers make me happy and relaxed you know?" As he said that you couldn't stop thinking about it.

Because of that, on the day after your date you found yourself in a flower shop trying to find the flowers that looked the most like the ones of the field.

You decided to ask one of the ladies who worked there for help and you even showed her some of the pictures of the field and she was able to help you get the perfect bouquet.

When you got home Junmin was sitting on the couch.

"Hi lov- ARE THOSE THE SAME FLOWERS AS THE ONES WE SAW YESTERDAY?"

"Yes! Do you like them?" He didn't answer as he pulled you into a bone crushing hug.

"I'm so thankful you remembered what I said! Thank you for this really!"

He would not take his eyes off of the flowers and he would also fill his camera roll with pictures of the flowers and of you of course!

Sumin:

The past week your boyfriend had been spoiling you almost everyday so you decided to pay him back as the sweet partner you were.

You decided to get some flowers that had bright colours to match his bubbly personality and in the end you were really happy with the results.

Today you and him agreed to hang out at your house.

When he arrived you opened the door with the bouquet hidden and you noticed he also had his hands behind his back.

"I see we both have something to show" he said in a playful tone.

"I guess we do! Should we reveal what we're hiding at the same time?"

"Good call I was also gonna suggest that!

"Ready?" He asked

"Yeah!"

"One"

"Two"

"Three!"

You both revealed what you had behind your backs.

To your surprise, Sumin pulled out a bouquet identical to the one you got.

"DUDE YOU GOT ME FLOWERS?" Sumin asked in shock with a red tint in his cheeks.

"Yeah! And it seems like you also did!" You said as you both accepted the flowers the other got you.

"We're so perfect for each other! I love you!" Sumin suddenly said as he bumped his forehead with yours and stared at his new flowers lovingly.

Jinsik:

You were out with some of your friends as you hadn't hung out in some time.

You guys were in the mall just window shopping and ocasionally buying something for yourselves or a loved one.

You got the idea to gift Jinsik with something, but you weren't sure what to gift him with.

You eventually gave up on the udea for now as you hadn't found anything that caught your attention.

As you were exiting the mall with your friends you noticed a small flower shop in the corner and got the best idea for a present.

After gathering the prettiest flowers for your boyfriend you headed to his dorm and prayed he was there.

You knocked and fortunately you were greeted with your boyfriend's pretty smile.

"Hey cutie what brings you here?" He asks as he opens the door for you.

You came in and managed to hide the flowers from him.

"I wanted to give you something!"

"But it's not my birthday?" He asked in a confused tone.

"I know but I wanted to give you something just because!" You said as you showed him the bouquet.

"Oh! These are really pretty!! Thank you baby! Now I know why you chose this as a gift!" He said as he gave you a cheeky smile.

"Because they are gorgeous like me!" He said laughing and that made you laugh too.

"But seriously thank you so much for thinking about me love I appreciate it so much!" He said as he hugged you tight and put his chin on your head.

Hyunwoo:

You and Hyunwoo were just chilling on his bed, you were laying with your head on his lap while he played with your hair and sang softly.

You couldn't help but feel butterflies in your stomach because of his beautiful voice.

It was so soothing you closed your eyes, and that allowed you to visualize what his voice made you think about.

It made you think about flowers with pastel colours.

And that gave you an idea.

After your little date you basically ran to the florist to get the flowers you thought about.

When you gathered the ones you liked the most you went back to your house and looked forward to surprising your boyfriend tomorrow.

It was the beginning of the afternoon when you went to your boyfriend's dorm with the flowers you bought.

"Hey bab-Those are beautiful! Did someone give them to you?" He asked clueless.

"No woo, these are for you!" You said as he motioned for you to come in and he took the flowers.

"They are beautiful! I've never gotten flowers before! What made you think of this!" He said as he made you sit on the couch as he put the flowers in water.

"Those flowers reminded me of your soft voice so I thought it would be nice to give them to you" you said shyly.

When he sat next to you, you could see his ear were red.

He reached for your hand and kissed it while laying his head on your shoulder and humming softly.

Junghoon:

Junghoon was resting at home from his surgery and he couldn't do much as he had to recover as fast as possible.

You visited him almost everyday and thought that he might be bored doing almost the same things everyday.

So you decided to get him a gift everyday now until he gets to walk around again!

Now you just needed to decide what to get him everyday...

That was the hard part until you really thought about your boyfriend and his personality!

Sure he might look quiet and maybe intimidating to whoever doesn't know him but in reality he was a sweetheart who was just a little bit shy but always willing to help and be there for whoever needs him.

So you wanted to give him something that could remind him of how sweet he was! So you thought of flowers!

When you reached his house you headed to his room and gave him the flowers.

"No way, are those for me? Baby you didn't have to!" He said getting the flowers from you and reaching out for your hand.

"But I wanted to! Do you like them?"

"I love them! They're really pretty, I could get used to this!! Come here!" He said as he made grabby hands to you.

You and him cuddled the night away as he kept complimenting you and the flowers.

Seeun:

You and Seeun were out watching a movie he had wanted to watch for some time now.

The movie theater was basically empty so you and seeun were holding hands and making small comments from time to time.

On one of the scenes one of the male characters received flowers.

"Oh you don't usually see something like that!" He said quietly as he smiled at the screen.

"Did you find that cute?" You asked genuinely curious.

"Very!" He said smiling at you giving you an idea.

The next day you went to his house with a flower bouquet similar to the one you both saw in the movie.

You rang his doorbell not even hiding the present you bought for him.

"Hi bab- NO YOU DIDN'T I LOVE YOU SO MUCH" He pulled you in a tight hug and got the bouquet from your hands.

"I'm glad you like them!"

"I don't like them I love them! And they smell amazing! Thank you so much love! I have to preserve these forever!!" He said running to get a vase.

Yujun:

You and Yujun were on a date in a garden that had a lot of beautiful plants.

"Oh look at those ones baby! They're really pretty!" Yujun said pointing to a group of pink flowers that rrally caught both of your attentions.

"They really are! Let's go see them up close!" You suggested as you grabbed his hand and walked to the flowers.

The staff that worked at the garden explained everything realted to those flowers and you couldn't help but think that the flowers matched with your boyfriend completely!

When you were almost leaving, Yujun said he wanted to go to the bathroom so you took the time to head to a built in flower shop in the garden and got Yujun a bouquet of those flowers he liked.

"There you are! I was looking for you" he said as he put a hand on your back which was tuned to him.

As you turned around and handed him the bouquet he was speechless but had a huge smile on his face.

"I can't believe you! I love this! I love these flowers! And I love you!" He said hugging you tight and giving you a kiss as he held your hand in one of his hands and the bouquet in the other.

Hunter:

You and Hunter were facetiming as he was in Thailand visiting his family.

"I miss you so much baby! But I'll be there in two days! It'll come faster than you think ok?" He said giving you a sweet smile.

"I miss you too! And I can't wait to be in your arms again!" You said pouting.

"Aw I can't wait to hold you again too" he said smiling lovingly at you.

"I have to go love, my parents are calling me to have dinner! I love you please take care of yourself" he said blowing a kiss.

On the day before his arrival you decided you wanted to give him something at the airport, so you decided on something that he gave you a lot, flowers!

So you went and bought flowers for him and you hoped he would like them.

You were currently at the airport waiting for your boyfriend to walk through the gate while you held the bouquet you got for him.

As soon as he saw you he started running towards you and didn't even notice the flowers. He picked you up, spun you around and gave you a kiss that showed you just how much he missed you.

"It's been forever since I've seen you! Oh are thkse for me?" He asked smiling.

"Yeah I wanted to give you something babe!" You said giving him the flowers.

"Baby I love these and I love you! Now let's head home I miss cuddling you!" He said as he drapped an arm around you and smelled the flowers.

Yechan:

Yechan was working way too much these days and he had been stressed because he couldn't get to arrange a song the way he wanted to, so that caused him to spend a lot of time in the studio, by himself.

That obviously concerned you because you thought he probably wasn't eating well, sleeping well and he probably wasn't in a good mental space!

So you decided that you had to do something for your boyfriend, because you wanted nothing more than to see him being happy!

You went to his favourite restaurant and bought him his favourite food alongside some drinks to bring to him.

But that didn't feel like it was enough so you decided to get him a nice surprise to cheer him up, flowers!

You went to a florist and got some really pretty flowers for your pretty boy!

When you got to the studio it was already pretty late and you could see yechan's back.

He was wearing headphones so he didn't hear you come in, so you tapped his shoulder and he turned around confirming he was exhausted.

"Hey! What are you doing here it's late?"

"I could ask you the same thing, but instead I'm just going to give you this!" You said showing him the flower bouquet and the takeout boxes from his favourite restaurant.

I guess the emotions were just too much for him because he started crying and you didn't hesitate to hug him and comfort him until he calmed down.

When he did he strated venting to you and you kept reassuring him.

"Thank you for taking your time to come visit me and just for being amazing! By the way I love these flowers! I'm going to keep them here in my studio at all times to remind myself of the amazing partner I have back home!" He said as you kissed his cheek and hugged him.

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I am very sorry for the late update and I am sorry if these sound repetitive I tried my best but let me know your thoughts! Have a great day <3

#xikers #xikers fluff #minjae #junmin #sumin #jinsik #hyunwoo #junghoon #seeun #yujun #hunter #yechan

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xxknockoutxx · 5 months ago

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𝕼𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖘

𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: mentions of murder and hostility, toxic families, smut, poor/poverty terms, cursing, and other stuff. No proofread! There might be some mistakes sorry!

𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: From a poor and brave curse user, to the wife of the strongest man in Jujutsu Sorcery.

𝕻𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: Satoru gojo x fem!Y/N

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖘: @theobsidianempress

𝕬/𝕹: I'm sorry about how long this took me. Tumblr deleted my paragraphs multiple times. And I had to rewrite everything multiple times. New Note: I made this a looong time ago and nobody saw it and it was the only post that this happened with so I'm just reposting

"WAKE UP"

The feeling of a hand rapidly smacks your face awake. As you take in your surroundings realizing where you are and what you're doing just to realize it's just your same old mother yelling at you for absolutely nothing at all. because you just decided to sleep instead of what she thinks you should be doing... Working.

Little do they know, you were up all night saving them from the non-stop curses that were trying to get you and your family. Because you are the only person who can see them and the only person who possesses cursed energy you are the only person that was in the house that can protect your family.

Knowing that you'll never be able to escape all of her yelling, you just got up and walked away so you can get ready for the day of work that you're doomed to do every single day.

"Hurry up and go to the village and see if there is any use of you there! At least try to be a role model for siblings!" And with that you were locked out and not gonna be let back in until sundown. Tired, and not wanting to make her physically aggressive, you just left for the village and hoped that someone needed to get their cat out of a tree or they needed someone to kill bugs.

As you walked through the village, you heard screaming. Concerned, you ran over to help and you found out that there was a lady screaming about a monster and her daughter also screaming because of a curse. Being a curse user, you could see that there is a giant grade Four curse destroying their house right before the curse gets the chance to kill the two girls you rush in and kill the curse.

The mother and a daughter stand there obviously shook by the entire experience, but thank you profusely for saving them. As you give them your thanks as well, you walk away back into the village to help more people. Eventually you stumble through the village one last time before going home to see if it's "late enough to go home" When you arrive back the door is noticeably unlocked so you go inside.

While the rest of your family sleeps comfortably after finishing dinner (Which they didn't wait for you to come home) you just decided to go to sleep without eating. (Not like you had a choice.) The next morning you wake up to a knock on your door and a letter.

I've noticed your strength and your knowledge of curses over the past few days. Your strength is honorable and I sent this letter to inform you that over taken an interest in you and can get you out of your situation. All I request is that you become my wife. Take your time to think over this offer.

To Y/N L/N.

S. G.

You threw the note to the side and hid it in your room. "Like I would let some rich ass prick buy me into marriage" You thought half way before speaking, thinking that you were too strong and independent to be swooned by some rich and worthless man. Your stomach quickly humbled you and started growling louder than Nanami fans during that beach scene (yes, we breaking the fourth wall) due to last nights neglect.

As you left out for good you noticed the sounds of screaming from more innocent people in the village. As you run towards the noise, you see a giant curse but this one is a special grade curse that you weren't strong enough to kill. The curse charges towards you and grabs a hold of you slowly taking all of the air out of your lungs. Your breathing slows, your sight darkness, and you pass out.

You wake up a couple of hours later in a nice room. With blue and gold accents all around it. While you looked around, you noticed a door that was slightly cracked open. Right as you got up a few people entered the room and grabbed you. They whispered about someone, almost like if they were afraid?

Why would Satoru want this peasant? Would Satoru approve? It's best that we dispose of her now that she's awak-...

"Put her down"

Your eyes widen as you see the 6'3, white haired, blue eyed and intimidating man in front of you with a heart stopping frown on his face. Before you could process what happened you were roughly dropped on your face. You get up and stare blankly in disbelief that these bitches dropped you like a fucking trash bag. Before standing up and looking like you were about to gut them. However they weren't focused on you. They were focused on the pearly hair man that looked like he was two seconds away from painting these Royal walls red.

"Get out of my sight."

The two hooded figures run away faster than light. And before you could turn back to the tall man before you. You felt his presence so close that it made your blood turn cold.

"I'm sorry about those disgusting rats..."

"It's fine, but where am I? Who are you?"

"Well to start you off, you're in my house. And the room that you were in before you came here was my room. And my name is Satoru Gojo, the head of the Gojo clan."

"Gojo clan? Where have I heard that before?" You take a look around the giant hallway before looking back at him. "Wait... By any chance did you send me a letter?"

He nodded happily and at that moment all you could do was cringe and mentally slap yourself in the face. The "rich guy" turned out to be a pretty young and handsome man, who's at the head of the most powerful clan in the world. And he liked you. As this all registered in your head you feel a hand on your cheek.

"If I remember correctly, that letter was a request to take your hand in marriage" he made a dumb little smirk that made you want to punch him but also laugh with him while skipping down the aisle and throwing flowers everywhere.

"Yeah what was that about?"

"Well you are really cool Y/N and I get recommended new candidates to take up the name Mrs. Gojo but the thing is, They all suck. None of them are my type, too lovey dovey, too distant, too pretty,-"

"That's a problem?" You looked confused. But Satoru just laughed before giving you a serious look.

"Oh yeah it is..."

"Yeah it must be tough having everything you want, being able to sleep at appropriate times in a nice warm house full of food, with people who respect you and do stuff for you..." You didn't even notice that you were rambling until Satoru stopped you.

He looks away before looking back at you with a smile.

"How about we discuss this over a nice meal?"

You swear you almost fell over at that point. Before you can even properly get on your knees and start thanking him (not like that you freaks) he grabs your hands and walks you through the huge mansion, into ONE of the kitchens and he brings you over to pick what you want.

"What would you suggest"

"Honestly none of this bullshit. But I'll make you a little bit of everything"

He was so welcoming but you couldn't help but feel uneasy and intruding after being in a place you definitely don't belong in. As you awkwardly sat at the table that didn't fit you, you watched Gojo in the distance. Making food and trying not to get it all over his pearly white haori.

"Here you go, one plate of dog shit"

You couldn't tell if he was making fun of you or not, because this "dog shit" was the best looking food you've seen in years. After thanking him, you dived into your food and ate like a starved animal. Which isn't far off from what you are anyway. Gojo watched you with gentle eyes. Taking time to absorb everything about you even just from eating.

His cerulean eyes stared at you without breaking contact even through his white locks. They glower gently under the shadow his hair cascaded over his face. When you finished you looked at him with a thankful and flustered face.

"Sorry about the way I ate, not very lady-like, huh?" You hate that term... "Lady like"

"Ugh, don't even start... We can eat like pigs together. Plus when you eat shit like that you can only eat like that with gagging."

You smile and laugh at him. When he made you laugh a smirk pulled its way across his face. He was clearly proud of himself.

"Let's get you out of these rags and into something more comfortable... Mrs. Gojo"

You barely heard him but kept walking behind him to another huge part of the house, a luxury king bathroom. You looked around amazed, taking in everything with care. Gojo snorts and grabs some old shirts that'll hopefully fit you.

"You're cute y'know that?"

"Well excuse me Mr. Millionaire-

"Billionaire, Babes."

You just frown and take the clothes and get in the shower. Or try to...

"Uh... Gojo? How do I turn this on?"

He has to hold back his laugh at your innocent frame while he walks into the bathroom and turns the handle twice to the warm side.

"How the fuck was I supposed to know that?"

He walks out the room laughing but before he leaves he corrects you.

"It's Satoru, to you, Sweets."

When you get out of the shower Satoru is gone but not only that, the bed is made. You wanted to lay down but you didn't want to exert yourself. Right as you were deciding, Satoru comes in wearing nothing but a robe and a towel around his neck.

"Hey, Tiny"

"Don't use your freakish height to justify calling me tiny."

He smirks and lays down on the bed and pats the spot next to him. You were conflicted because what the hell is this rich ass prince charming doing, trying to get you into his bed. Even if there aren't any ulterior motives, which you know there are. You would look like a doll in a custom king sized mattress.

But if there was something Satoru Gojo wasn't good at. It was being told no. Of course you end up in his bed and even more so IN HIS ARMS. The only thing you could do was sit with yourself, disappointed in your decisions and inability to control the situation.

"How does an endless and abundant source of happiness sound?"

"Nice, until you consider the price"

"What if I told you there was no price or catch, or but"

"There always is, now tell me what you want from me"

He smirks and tightens his grip around you while trying to hold back a chuckle.

"I want you to be my wife"

You wanted to be stunned but the overwhelming feeling of confusion and curiosity took over. You didn't believe him. Thought that this was just a cruel joke but on the off chance that he was being serious, it only raised more questions than satisfying answers.

"Bullshit."

"No, seriously. I want you to be my wife"

"Why?" You say while tugging on the soft comforter under you.

"Because you interest me, and I actually like you. I'm tired of being shown women like they are objects of affection that can buy me or make me love them. But you, I actually feel something for you that isn't spiteful."

You thought about it for a moment. The possibility of you, a random poor girl, appears interesting to the head of the Gojo Clan it was too real for you.

"If you still don't believe me then let me prove it to you"

Suddenly, huge warm hands grip your waist and pull you onto Satoru's lap. They snake up your shirt and push you into his chest.

"S-Satoru?"

"Shh... Just lay back, baby..."

All your senses were overwhelmed, so overwhelmed that every touch felt like hundreds. The way he gently sprinkles kisses and bites around your face and neck. The way he clothes fly through the air at light speeds and most importantly. The way that he lifts you up so easily and slams you back down on his cock so good.

All that money may have given him the tangible appeal, but this monster of a man before you was created by pure godly genetics. (Which was surprising because his family, if you can even call it that. Are far from flattering)

"Staring pretty hard. I don't usually let people who aren't my wife see me like this.."

"Ughh.. Shut up about this.. Mhph- wife stuff..."

He grabs you by your waist and brings you back on his lap. Before you could even struggle you dropped onto his cock. All 6 or more inches just drop into you, all at once. Pain and pleasure battle your senses as Satoru continues to thrust up so fast into you.

"F-fuck, you make me feel so good baby. Just like that..."

The last little restraint you had was broken at the feeling of Satoru's cock piercing your G-spot over and over again. You were basically turning into jelly while in his hands. The only thing coming out of you was strangled moans and babbles.

It all felt too good having him rut inside you but it felt even better when. He teased you relentlessly. Rubbing your clit and pinching your nipples, whispering how good of a girl you were. It didn't make sense but you didn't care.

You started to spasm obviously coming close to the peak of your high. Soaked sheets squish and cling onto your sweaty bodies. The sensation made Satoru groan and whine at the pressure. Satoru didn't care how loud he was being in fact he wanted those around to hear. He wanted them to know that he had someone in his room. A poor girl. That he was gonna wife up.

"F-Fuck... Mmm... Baby! That's so good~..."

His thrusts became untamed and erratic as he grabbed on any surface around him. Moaning and grunting at the feeling of your sweet cunt wrapping around him so tightly. The wet warmth of your cunt sends him straight to heaven as he begins to lose himself in your crimson walls.

"Nghh~... Fuck..."

Pearly ropes cover your insides and practically have your stomach doing backflips. It's not like it was a one way thing either, Satoru was just as stunned by the thick coating of slick around his base. Soon after your high wore out you fell asleep.

When you wake up, you're fully cleaned and beyond confused. As you sit up and look around taking in your surroundings you nearly have a goddamn heart attack at the sight of Gojo watching you look around the room. Instead of a serial killer or a guard in the corner, it's just his lanky, privileged, rich ass in the corner or the room. Prolly getting a kick out of watching you in this giant, Goliath ass bed.

When you get up you grab a robe that was on the side of the bed.

"Woah, where are you off in such a rush, princess?"

"Home?"

He smirks at you and walks towards you with a chuckle. He stops right before you and gently lifts your chin up.

"This is your home, Ms. Gojo..."

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #black reader #jjk satoru #gojou satoru x reader #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #x reader #female reader #jujutsu gojo #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu satoru #jujutsu kaisen satoru

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th3worstinm3 · 1 year ago

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The Whole Damn World

okay so I might've gotten carried away? uh the idea is there I hope it's great and tell me if you'd like more parts to this because im debating if i should make it into a series or not :3 ALSO I CAN'T COME UP WITH A TITLE HELP ME WITH THAT AS WELL PLEASE

Noah x OFC (Olivia) (also this story isn't completely proofread so I'm sorry for any mistakes!!)

RPF -> Don't like it? Don't read

☆ | This story contains mentions of drugs and NSFW scenarios

There weren't many things that pissed off Noah, he was a pretty calm person, after all. It's just- her gaze on him is so damn annoying. Annoying because he can't help but stare back at her. Annoying because no matter how hard he tried not to, he liked it when she looked at him. Annoying because he craved it every day of his life.

You see, Olivia wasn't that popular of a girl, she wasn't even the prettiest in the class; still Noah couldn't help but be dragged towards her. Her skin was a light tan, and her eyes were annoyingly beautiful. Very light blue with tints of gray who stared right at his soul. Her hair was mid length, not too long, but not too short either; and it had a black color to it, dyed clearly because you could see her roots starting to show themselves. She had a fringe that covered the left side of her face, and she always wore the same jewelry every time. Her lips were pierced. Noah didn't know what it was about her that he liked so much; she was just another girl in the classroom, after all.

He wasn't the most popular either, but he had a couple friends in the class. He didn't really like them that much, they were junior year assholes who thought they were cool for having sex and smoking weed. Noah wasn't into that, he just wanted to finish school and continue doing what he loved the most; music. Even though the music scene and environment, especially the one he was in, the heavy one, involved a lot of fucked up things, he wasn't that kid. He wasn't a problem child, nah, he prefered to lock himself on his grandparents' basement and write his silly little tunes. Also, his grades were actually good, despite all the issues he's been having lately with his family.

But anyways, there he is, looking at her as she's distracted drawing something in her notebook. Chin in hand, all what the teacher was saying was long lost in his brain, as the only thing he could concentrate on right now was her. He sat a couple sits in front of and on the left of her. She always sat in a corner in the back of the class, next to the window. She liked looking outside at the birds. Noah eyed her arm as she placed a strand of hair behind her ear, and he saw tattoos. A Bring Me The Horizon tattoo. He didn't know she was into them. By her looks, you could've guessed she was into Tokio Hotel, or Emarosa.

He was interested now.

• ☆ •

P.E. class was the worst class, in Noah's opinion. He hated exercising. He always felt out of breath and he got tired easily. Just walking fast could get him agitated. He didn't like basketball. I mean, he liked watching games on TV, but he didn't like playing it, especially as a school subject. He stopped, wiped his forehead with the back of his arm and looked to his side. There she was, far away, sitting on the steps, drawing in her notebook with headphones on.

He thought about walking over to her and sitting next to her. He was about to even, when his teacher shouted his last name. He groaned and went back to the match, eyeing her one last time. The universe always found its way to fuck up everything whenever he tried to get closer to her. It was damn unfair. He wanted to get to know her more.

The bell rang, and he stopped harshly, panting slightly. He fucking hated p.e. class. Goddamn it. He looked up, and cheered on the inside when he saw she was still sitting, drawing and bobbing her head slowly. He wanted to sit down next to her, and talk to her, and see her. Just as he was about to pick up the courage to walk over to her, he saw her look to the side and place her headphones over her shoulders.

He looked at the same direction, and saw a group of girls calling her name. Oh. So she had friends after all. He saw how she tossed everything inside her bag, stand up tidy her clothes and walk over to the group. They all looked like her, so he guessed they were all pretty close. He sighed, giving up. Maybe next time.

• ☆ •

God he was tired as FUCK. All he wanted to do was sleep. Sleep and forget about the world and everything and everyone. Forget about his feelings and his so called "friends". Forget about her. He wanted to forget her, get her out of his mind. Whenever he closed his eyes she was there, and he despised that! Why couldn't she leave him alone?

Last night he stayed up late, 4:30am, writing something for his band. Three and a half hours writing for it to be thrown away with a "not our style." Fuck them, honestly fuck his bandmates. He cursed them. I mean, they were friends, of course! They just always found a way to get him pissed off; often commenting on his appearance, his body, his guitar playing skills. It was exhausting. Still, he knew he would be nothing without them. They got him out of many holes he had fallen in, and he thanked them for that. It's just, lately their relationship has been changing for the worse. He was starting to hang out with Nicholas more, and they didn't like that. They didn't like Nicholas, because he always told Noah he should leave the band, and he always blamed them for being the root of his insecurities. He was right, though. Maybe he should leave them and start a new chapter.

" Sebastian Davis. " He was taken by surprise. He quickly looked up, wide eyes, and everyone staring at him. He felt himself grow smaller on his seat. " Could you please read? It is your turn. " Teacher said. Noah hated literature class. The teacher was an old, fat woman who smelled bad with a horrible humor and she was always blaming him for everything. He cleared his throat, and realized he had forgotten the book at home. He looked down, and shaked his head. The teacher sighed, and called the next person. He heard his friends laugh at him and whisper something.

He wanted the Earth to swallow him whole.

He folded his arms over his desk, and placed his head on them, facing the window. It was a cloudy day, and he could see some lightning in the distance. He closed his eyes, listening to the girl behind him read. Her voice was a bit high pitched, kind of annoying, but bearable. He felt something hit his back. He groaned and loked back; his friends were laughing quietly. He rolled his eyes and decided to ignore them, going back to his original position.

" Miss Olivia, please continue. " The mentioned looked up from her notebook, nodded and then looked at her own book. Noah eyed her tiredly, analyzing her facial features. He found himself smiling slightly when she struggled to find the page. He shook his head and hid his face between his arms, deciding to ignore how adorable she looked when she pushed her glasses up with her index finger.

She started reading after a deep breath. Noah's eyebrows furrowed; this is the first time he's actually heard her voice. It was soft, kinda low. She had an accent, that's for sure, like English wasn't her first language; she still spoke it almost perfectly. Her voice was soothing. He found himself relaxing his shoulders. He wondered how that voice would sound like close to his ear, whispering his name. He shook the thoughts away once they started wandering further. Goddamn it Noah. The last thing he heard was her voice, before he unconsciously fell asleep.

•

A hand on his shoulder brought him back. He stirred tiredly and groaned, looking to his side with hooded eyes. There they were; eyes like diamonds staring back at him, eyebrows slightly furrowed and a small smile. Her face was pretty, her features soft as a porcelain doll. Now that he could see her closer, he noticed the freckles adorning her nose and cheeks. Cute.

" Uh, the class finished. You fell asleep and I figured you might want to go home. " She spoke, shy and small. He blinked a couple times, and straightened up when her hand left his body. He yawned and stretched, the folded position he fell asleep in making his muscles ache. She was still there standing, holding her notebook under her arm and her backpack hanged on only one of her shoulders. He looked around, they were alone, and he heard some talking from outside the room, along with shadows of people walking towards the exit. He saw her jump as thunder roared in the background. He found this annoyingly adorable. She was adorable.

She pulled the hood of her jacket to her head, and took one of the straps and played with it, looking at her feet which were slightly rocking forwards and backwards. " Are we leaving or do you wanna stay here... " She asked, almost in a whisper. His eyes widened, a slurred out apology leaving his lips. He quickly placed everything in his bag and stood up, grabbing the jacket from the back on his chair and putting it on clumsily. She tilted her head with a small smile. " Drop Dead? I have a lot of their merch. " She smiled. Noah looked at her. He was slightly taller than her, almost towering over her body.

A breathy "yeah" left his lips as he grabbed his bag, placing it a bit too harshly on his shoulders. He realized they were looking at each other.

Looking down and fringe hiding his rosy cheeks, he started walking towards the door. Small but fast steps followed after him, and he realized they were walking side to side. He smiled to himself and cheered on the inside. Big win. He congratulated himself; he was too shy to talk to girls, and way too insecure to ask them out, so walking side to side with a pretty girl was definitely a win. Still, he felt small around her; he wasn't the big handsome man, he was just a teenager with long hair who everyone called gay and insulted, and she was like- the prettiest girl in the world, in words of Noah.

His thoughts started wandering to that dark palace, and he started spiraling down; clearly no one in their right mind would want to be with him, there were other people way prettier than him and he was just a dirtbag who played in a band and listened to heavy music, the weirdo, some would say.

" Noah? " A soft voice spoke. He looked up; dark cinnamon met calm ocean. Her head was tilted and her expression denoted worry. He wanted to hear his name fall from her lips over and over again; he saved that memory in the things-to-jerk-off-to section of his brain. He then noticed she was covering herself with her arm. " You stopped walking, it's raining Noah you're getting wet, " She giggled. His eyes widened, noticing he was, indeed, soaked wet. He cursed under his breath. She smirked at him and started walking again; he noticed how she stepped in every puddle, slightly splashing water. He smiled to himself and followed behind her.

They were far away from the building, but they were still walking in the same direction. The thought they lived close to each other sparked hope in his heart, but his expression dropped when she stopped at a crossroads. " I'm going that way, " She pointed to the right; he had to go to the left. He groaned. " I uh... I'll see you tomorrow. " She smiled at him, and he felt his heart swell with love. He smiled sideways and held up a piece sign as he started walking backwards. She turned around, and went her way. He did the same.

#bad omens fanfiction #noah sebastian fanfiction #fanfiction #yeah i got carried away #i think

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maxipad032 · 2 years ago

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Can I please request a fic smut where dom!shuri and reader been dating for a while and the reader is very much a sub so she’s usually very vanilla when it comes to pleasing shuri but one day maybe on their anniversary she decides to go full Dom on Shuri and surprises her she’s all about pleasing her and even uses a strap on shuri in every position and just leaves shuri shocked and speechless afterwards. Sorry if it’s a lot I’m just so tired of the reader alway being a pillow princess in the shuri fics, our bae needs love and attention too❤️❤️😘😘😘

yes just yes, this is what we all need THANK YOUUUU💕

i'm the one in charge tonight (18+)

synopsis: it's you and shuri's second year anniversary in less than 24 hours, and you've completely accepted the fact you're totally a sub during sex while she's mainly the dominate one, but you want a change, you want to show her what you're capable of and what she's been missing out on.

contains: dom! reader x sub!shuri, shuri x black reader, smutty, filth, dirty talk, some fluff, cunnilingus, fingering, strap-on, riding, vibranium!strap, just super unholy content fr.

usana- baby, ivakala imnandi kakhulu- it feels so good

a/n- i fell asleep whilst proofreading this, so don’t mind if there are any mistakes :) enjoy the read sinners x

grab your popcorn, it’s a long one 🙀

"shit, was that good?" shuri asked in a breathless manner, chasing her breath that had been taken away by your vehement scissoring session. you were pinned under her, one leg hoist up on her shoulder whilst the other was settled by her hip.

"yes, so good." you exhaled, chest rising and lowering quickly as your body tried its hardest to overcome the intense orgasm it'd just experienced. shuri laughed quietly at how fucked out you looked and leaned down to give you a kiss. sensing her soft lips on yours, you lifted up your arms to put your palms on either side of shuri’s head and kissed back, fully satisfied with your swift but explosive quickie. shuri broke away from the kiss, gently pecking your forehead as she let your leg down slowly from her shoulder and pulled her soaked heat way from yours. your leg dropped back down on the bed with a faint thud, and you turned around to the side, closing your eyes briefly.

you and shuri had been dating for quite a while now and you’re second anniversary was coming up, tomorrow in fact. you two weren’t the most conventional couple around; you came from a poorer background and your parents were farmers that helped the royal family grow fresh produce. shuri had seen you around one day and found you’re visuals so outstanding, she made conversation with you. since that day, you’d both just fell more and more in love with each other every day physically and emotionally, so you just made it official. she was your ride or die and literally saved you and your family from a life of poverty and enslavement; you couldn’t thank her enough everyday.

on the other hand, sex with shuri was always the same, it was very vanilla and passionate which you loved but it was quite predictable, she touched you, you came; she was never really keen on the idea of you touching her or being in total control and you thoroughly accpeted it as bottoming was more up your ally anyway.

however lately, you’d been craving a change, you needed something to spice up your sex life with shuri and what better way to do that than finally show her your skills. i mean sure, you’d never really topped anyone before as she barely let you, but how hard could it really be. shuri did it to you all the time and you’d picked up on her little tricks, from her pressing down onto your stomach to make you squirt, to her curling her fingers correctly to reach the spot that drove you crazy. little did she know, your pillow princess days were coming to an end and tomorrow was the perfect day for you to show her how dominant you could be.

you opened your eyes again and looked over to the digital clock by the beside table, “8:36am”, it read and you mentally questioned as to why shuri got so horny and pent up this early in the morning. speaking of her, she was already out of bed, dressing up and changing in her lab wear.

“leaving already are we?” you queried with a fake pout, turning around to watch her get ready whilst you tucked yourself back under the warm sheets.

“yes sorry, i just need to finish a project quickly, but love, can you be ready by 1pm later today so we can go shopping for our anniversary date tomorrow?” shuri asked, brightly smiling at you as she dragged her black jumper down across her torso and grabbed her lab keys from the drawer.

you grinned at her, thanking god she remembered and also feeling very excited because you knew she was going to spoil you, “of course baby.” you cooed, wiggling your toes under your covers, “but why does it feel like we just had a one night stand?” you asked in a joking manner, raising your eyebrow at her.

shuri laughed at your comment, “i’m experienced what can i say.” she left the room before the pillow you threw managed to hit her. you scoffed and laid back down onto the bed, staring at the white ceiling that seemed to move in zigzags after you looked for too long. suddenly, an idea flew into your head from nowhere. you had a sly grin slapped on your face, and you’re the type of person where if you’re set on doing something, oh boy, best believe it’s going to get done. you sat up, shaking your head and went to get up out of the bed, but as soon as your legs touched the floor, they seemed to remember what you’d done with shuri more than you did and completely gave out under you in which you cursed as you fell, “damn, she got me good.” you sat down and rubbed your knees that made painful contact with the floor. you finally found the energy to stand and pulled yourself up so you could walk to the semi-large bathroom situated in the corner of your shared bedrooom. you were getting ready to do something- no, make something that would most likely help in your plans tomorrow.

~~~

you walked into your personal lab located in an isolate part of the palace. shuri had commanded the lab team to build it for you five months prior to you moving in because you were super intelligent and quite gifted, but you were not financial stable and so couldn’t afford to finish your education, so shuri had been tutoring you to fill in the gaps in your knowledge and you swear, you’re almost smarter than her. you absorb knowledge like a sponge and shuri admires your talents, knowing you have great potential and will possibly help in wakanda’s evolvement of technology.

you flicked on a light switch and watched how it activated all the systems, seeing all of it whir to life, “welcome y/n.” the voice of your ai, briot, echoed in the room, greeting you nicely as you walked further in, “thank you bri, can i ask if my design from my ipad is available to be printed now?” you asked, switching buttons to download the image of your special design from your phone and upload it so she could sense it.

“yes y/n.” she affirmed.

“print it for me.” you commanded, moving over the place where’d you’d be able to see it print in 3D.

“printing.”

you smiled proudly as you saw it, the printer moving in rapid motions as it drew all of the details you’d wished for, and you couldn’t be happier.

can you guess what it is?

yes, it was a custom made-strap on.

i know, very original. you tapped the intercom and the protective glass shifted to the side. you reached in to grab your design, admiring its perfect length and girth, not to mention how veiny it was and the light tinge of purple from the hint of vibranium you used in it against its jet black exterior. prior to this, you’d sat in the living room on you’re advanced pc and ipad where you made it, touching it up and even measuring you’re thighs and waist so it fit you perfectly. sure, you had many that you and shuri kept but all of them were used for you and you’d rather make an entirely new one that was just catered to shuri’s needs. satisfied, you closed the glass case and turned around to leave, but your heart nearly skipped a beat when you saw shuri walk in face down with a ton of paperwork.

as quickly as you could, you closed the designing tab that displayed the strap design, and hid the physical one behind you as you leaned on the intercom, trying to act like you weren’t just doing something devious.

“oh babe, what are you doing here.” shuri asked as she looked up, slightly confused as you avoided her eye contact.

“it’s my lab ain’t it.” you said smiling freakishly wide as you slowly put the strap-on in your lab coat pocket.

“yeah, but you didn’t mention you’d be here..” shuri replied, tilting her head to the side to see what you were hiding behind your back,

“what’s that.”

you panicked, shoving it fully into your pocket subtly so it wouldn’t be seen, “what? i’m just working on a new version of the kimoyo earrings.” you said, acting clueless as you shifted to the side to show her the project you abandoned over a week ago, lying down on your desk. shuri looked at you with a “are you serious.” facial expression, but she didn’t say it and just turned around, “alrightie, well, i’ll just borrow your spare pens if you don’t mind and don’t forget to be ready in an hour.” she perked up, grabbing a handful of your new pens and waltzing out of the door.

you let out the large breath that had been stuck in your throat and held your chest, “god that was close.” you muttered, “briot, why didn’t you tell me she was coming back.” you asked slightly irritated, stuffing the strap into a bag you were going to hide in your room.

“you commanded me to not let anyone disturb you.” briot replied in her monotonous robot voice. ah yeah, she’s right, you forgot that the last time you were in here, you told her to put the rest of the world on hold whilst you worked.

“oh yeah, sorry you can turn that off now and shut down the lab for me.” you said as you turned away and headed to the door.

“turning off do not disturb mode and shutting down lab, bye y/n.” she replied as the lights went dim and everything went to sleep again. your lab doors shut automatically and you rushed to the bedroom, hoping and praying that you didn’t bump into anyone, especially you’re girlfriend.

~~~

you waited for shuri in the palace lobby as you were ready to go shopping with her. you wore a long grey jumper dress and some black naked wolf boots with your golden purse by your side. your leg was on top of the other, bopping up and down as you looked around for shuri as well as replying to instagram comments. you recently got your natural hair silk pressed as it was winter season, and it was in a messy bun, edges slayed to the gods.

“sorry to keep you waiting dear.” you heard from the side of you as shuri stood by the black chair you were sitting on. you studied her fit, a black lakers jumper with grey jogging bottoms and jordan shoes with her infamous black glasses. she put her hand out towards you and you took it, lifting yourself up from the chair with your help, “you look hot.” you complimented, kissing her cheek as you grabbed your hand and lead her to the door.

the market wasn’t very far and so a car was not needed to get there. shuri told no security to come as it ruined the authenticity of your outing and no one would try and harm her anyway; she went to the market all the time where the wakanda community treated her like any old citizen there and it really made her feel like she belonged. for you, the market was an escape from your shitty reality, and in the past, you went here not only to get food for your family, but to contribute in the local activities that took place occasionally and make friends.

after about ten mins, you reached the market area but shuri led you down a different path that you hadn’t been before. confused, you held her arm, “the local shops are down there.” you pointed to where you thoght you both were going.

“i know.” she replied, flashing you a smirk.

you two kept on walking for what felt like forever until you ended up on a street that looked like it came out of new york magazine cover. there were so many famous designer shops like dior, chanel, yves saint laurent, pandora and so many more. you gasped and started to squeal as you saw them in all their glory, lined up poshly against each other on the two streets. of course you were a big fan of fashion and never knew these franchises existed within the planes of wakanda. you looked at shuri, back at the shops and then shuri again before hugging her tightly, “oh my god! shuri stop, i can’t buy from here.” you watched in awe as rich ass people went from shop to shop with their bags overflowing with expensive bags, clothes, everything.

shuri chuckled and took out a card from her wallet in her joggers pocket, a black card; you knew shuri was rich but this? oh nah.

“shuri no, i can’t take that, i have my own money.” you said taking out your wallet from your golden purse but she stopped you and put a hand on yours, “my treat, consider it an early anniversary present.” she said in such an alluring way, putting your wallet back in your purse and gesturing for you to take the card from her. in shock, you slowly take the card away from her clutch and she then hugged you, “thank you for being such an amazing girlfriend.” she breathed in your lovely perfume and kissed your cheek. people noticed her presence and were staring at the public display of affection; she didn’t care though, your relationship deserved to be shown off.

you nearly cried, what the hell, shuri was so amazing, “oh god, thank you,” you squealed, jumping and prancing around her. it didn’t take long for you rush inside the shops like a child, taking it in all at once. your first stop was givenchi and you just looked at everything, the prices made you hurl though, $2000 wakandan dollars for a piece of awkwardly cut clothing!? shuri was behind you the whole time, even checking out things herself whilst the shop keepers disturbed her about what she was here for.

anyways, you didn’t find anything you liked there so you visited many shops after that until you were at chsirtian dior and was instantly attracted to a piece they displayed:

it wasn’t too much and there was something about it that just screamed confidence and you fucking loved it. shuri caught you looking at it intently, “you would look so motherfucking fine in that.” she confessed, encouraging you to get it as she was undoubtedly tired of endlessly roaming around so many shops.

you agreed, and called an employee to see if they had the grey two piece in stock, and thank bast they did, so you tried it on first to really make sure it was a good fit for you..“is it nice?” you asked shuri as you walked out of the changing room after you put it on, twirling around in the mirror and looking at how it hugged your body nicely. shuri didn’t wanna admit it, but you looked like such top material in that moment like damn, she wouldn’t mind being dicked down by you in that moment; little did she know…

a good $3500 fled from shuri’s pockets after you purchased it, but she thankfully didn’t mind. you walked out, letting the cool air wash over your face as you happily linked arms with shuri, “are you not gonna get anything?” you asked her as you walked happily down the road, “nah, i already have my outfit planned at home, but i might go check out some rolex watches.” she replied as she mainly just came out for you to shop and enjoy yourself.

“mkay.”

the both of you crossed down the busy road and walked into the rolex shop that just smelt of dollar bills i mean, you’d never stepped in here before until now, but it just made you feel poor. the large array of golden and silver watches were on display as shuri walked along the footpath, expecting every single one of them. you admired shuri’s special sense of value and her actions were so calculated, you could trust that whatever she did was for the right reason, and that was one of the many reasons why you loved her so much. she called over a shopping assistant that seemed to fan girl over her as she asked for a specific type of watch. they had it in the shop and brought it out for shuri who smiled, “thank you, i’ll take that one.” the shopping assistant nodded and brought it to the paying counter. you were going to hand shuri’s black card back but she already had another one out and ready to pay; you wondered how much bread this woman had, but she’d never tell you.

she successfully paid for the expensive rolex watch and thanked the lady as she handed the bag over to her. shuri turnt to you and nodded at the door as a signal that you should leave first and you left it open so shuri could walk out, “so…can i see the receipt?” you asked, very curious about the price as you both walked down the stone steps.

shuri chortled, “ ‘course not.” she said in some tacky british accent, and held your hand as you both walked back down the street you came back from, to the wakandan palace. shuri had a habit of switching in and out of accents as she travelled a lot, so she just adapted them, but it was so out of the blue and it made you laugh.

you got some questioning and nosy stares but you both ignored them and fully enjoyed the rest of your day, visiting cafes and arcades to have fun, like a pre-anniversary date.

~~~

you sat on your shared bed, tapping away at your phone. you took a picture of the christian dior bag and sent it to your friend, nora who sent you a long voice note being jealous and threatening to come and steal shuri from you. you laughed and replied in another voice note, “i wish you’d come and try, girl i’d slap the shit out of you.” you sent it, laughing at yourself doing the fake american accent you’d learnt from shuri. nora gave you swearing emojis and you shook your head, liking her messages and then switching your phone off to lay it on the side of the bed. friends was playing on the tv, shuri was watching it before she’d left to take another shower since you’d accidentally sprinkled her in oil as you both cooked some jollof rice for your dinner.

“fuck, haha i’m so sorry baby.” you were cackling so much as you held the oil bottle, and your stomach as you stared at shuri covered in the olive oil, from head to toe. she was play fighting to get it from you and you accidentally threw the contents at her, not realizing the lid wasn’t on properly.

“god y/n.” she wasn’t even mad, she laughed along with you as she wiped it from her face and arms, but she continued to help you cook as she was starving.

you laughed again at the memory but took the remote to change the channel. you switched it to some true crime channel and settled the remote on the bedside table, opening a packet of sour gummies to fulfill your sweet tooth. before long, shuri exited out the steamy bathroom, a tower around her waist and another one around her neck covering her chest. you tried your hardest not to look but bast, it was hard; she looked so good and that towel was slipping dangerously low, showing off her v line and toned stomach as result of her working out as black panther, being the protector and all. you dragged your mind out the gutter and shifted your attention back to the tv.

“like what you see?” she called out, noticing your prying eyes on her as she moved to get the lotion.

“mhm.” you replied shamelessly, not bothering to hide how hard you were staring. shuri laughed at your directness and turned to face the wardrobe as she removed the towel around her neck, revealing her broad and strong back. you liked how it tensed and flexed as she moved around with light scars of nail marks that were definitely your fault. shuri poured the cocoa butter lotion onto her hands and rubbed them into her palms before she worked it into her skin to give it moisture and avoid ashiness.

“do you need help?” you asked, feeling quite bold.

“that would be amazing, i can’t reach my back.” shuri replied, nodding her head and sitting on the edge of the bed with her bare back facing you. excitedly, you crawled your way directly behind her and took the bottle of lotion and squirted some on your hand. you rubbed it until it grew warm in your hands and then you took a careful swipe along shuri’s back. with elegance, you rubbed it into her beautiful melanin skin and made sure it was all spread evenly before you massaged her shoulders. it was quiet, but you could hear the low moans of shuri as the massaging probably felt good and relieved her of muscle aches. her head leaned back into the middle of your chest as you leaned up on your knees to rub the top her chest, getting dangerously close to her boobs, “mm, you sure you wanna go there baby?” she looked at you with a look of lust and you ignored her, pretending like you were just innocently helping her cream her skin. after, you lifted her head off your chest and rubbed her back again but went down the sides of her petite waist, under her arms as you took in her shape. shuri was surprisingly letting you do all of it and her being vulnerable was getting you worked up so you stopped before it progressed into something else.

“why’d you stop?” shuri fake pouted as she got up, finishing off her legs before she slipped on a white tank top on from the closet, not bothering to wear a bra.

“cuz.” is all you said before you were indulging in your gummies again and watching tv. shuri soon joined you and stuck her hands in your gummies, stuffing some in her mouth as she tried to decipher exactly what you were watching.

“is this murder and stuff.” she asked muffledly, as her mouth was full with the sweets she'd just stolen from you.

you giggled at how stupid but cute she sounded and nodded as you both began to properly watch it with your eyes glued to the screen until you were eventually dead asleep, your arm hanging over the bed as shuri hugged your waist and snuggled herself besides your breast; you could definitely get used to this.

~~~

you woke up from your deep slumber in utter panic as your alarm went off besides your head, blaring into your poor ears. annoyed, you angrily slammed it quiet and huffed to yourself as you rubbed the sleep from your aching eyes. the digital clock displayed 9:30am and you sighed, knowing it was definitely shuri that set it at this time to wake you up. you looked around to find her, but she was nowhere to be seen, which wasn’t surprising at all in the least. you managed to raise yourself up, stretching your arms and legs with a drawn out yawn. you lazily scratched the side of your head and adjusted your silk bonnet before you jumped off the bed and made it up again, like you never slept in it. you were making your way to the door when something caught the corner of your eye. when you fully turned to it, you gasped. it was a note on top of a large bouquet of diverse flowers. cheesing already, you picked it up and read the note, “happy second anniversary, my one and only love,” you took a deep inhale of the sweet smelling flowers before you carried on, “i’m so glad to have you in my life, thank you for handling my shit, from your sexy lover, shuri.” you giggled and smiled to yourself like an idiot as you read it like three more times after that. you danced around your room like a child; it was only shuri that was able to make you giddy like that. ready to hug her to death, you unlatched the lock of your bedroom door and looked in the hall left and right before you quietly closed it behind you and tiptoed to shuri’s lab.

however, when you looked inside, it was empty and she was no where to be seen. confused, you wondered where she could possibly be, but the distant sound of soft afrobeats, and the sweet aroma of pancakes gave you your answer. your mouth watered and stomach grumbled as you realized how hungry you were. you made your way over to the kitchen and without a doubt, she was there, over the stove and tossing pancakes like a pro. she was wearing a blue striped apron whilst softly humming to the song, pull up by koffee, her favorite one right now. once she noticed your presence, she smiled sweetly and made her way over to you, inviting you to dance with her. confused at how different she was acting, you gladly complied and bopped along to the beat. she twirled you around and your back was to her, moving side to side and slightly whining on her. one of her hand was on your waist guiding your movements, whilst the other had a spatula in it. getting shy, you clapped whilst laughing and broke away from her as she hurried over to the stove to turn it off before the pancakes got burnt.

“what?” she let out a hearty laugh and flipped the pancake pan onto a large white plate.

“who are you and what have you done with shuri.” you jokingly ask her, as you pulled her into your embrace, arms around her neck, “i’m right here usana.” she replied, softly kissing you and rubbing your sides.

“mmm, i like this shuri, keep her out more.” you said as shuri held your hand and guided you to sit down onto the royal dining table. she’d told everyone not to disturb you today since it was your special day and her demands were met as it was mad quiet and peaceful, no sign of anyone. you looked down at the large plates of breakfast food presented before you and watched as shuri settled the pancakes lastly and sat down, taking off her apron and flinging it somewhere.

“damn, you worked hard.” you admired how nicely it was set out, fruits, your favorite mocha coffee, eggs, sausage, bacon, toast, whipped cream and juice.

“well, you deserve it.” shuri said, slipping a grape into her mouth before cutting herself a slice of pancake to see if it tasted right before you did. she immediately nodded in approval and encouraged you to taste some. you took a knife and cut into the stack of them, using your fork to stab it before placing it in your mouth. it was so beautifully sweet like not too much and not too little, but just enough. the drizzled maple syrup was the cherry on top and you held your thumbs up in approval.

“she can cook!” you said with your hand over your mouth as you chewed it thoroughly, “i always could!” shuri retorted defensively, as she made a sandwhich. you shook your head and she jokingly flipped you off in which you laughed and pushed her chair, nearly causing her to fall down and spill the food everywhere. she looked at you wide eyed and you looked back on the verge of bursting out of laughter.

“fine.” she walked up to you and started to tickle you like crazy in which you screamed and jokingly slapped her off of you; tickling was the bane of your existence and you hated it, which shuri knew so she was doing it on purpose.

“stopp!” you yelled, as she tickled you harder until tears were coming out of your eyes. finally she stopped and looked satisfied with her revenge before she finally ate her little sandwhich. you looked at her menacingly and finished your pancakes, taking a piece of watermelon from the fruit bowl, “this is war.”

“yeah okay.” she said, sticking her tongue out in a childish manner.

this was one of the best mornings you’d ever had and you were so happy to share it with the one you loved.

~~~

you were both riding along the wakandan streets in a long limousine made of pure vibranium that shuri had designed herself, on your way to the most expensive restaurants in all of wakanda owned by kwamaye ramsey, a notorious chef that is seen in a lot of tv shows. there were two body guards seated at the far end of the vehicle so it was awkward, but shuri’s hand was on your thigh and you two were talking about random things to ease the tension.

“okay but she should’ve died in season two.” you argued and shuri interjected, “no! she was my favorite character how dare you.” you sneered at her and she did it back before you both laughed at yourselves. you wore the expensive two piece you had bought the day before with your black hair down and freshly straightened, large golden hoop earrings with heels that were on a mission to make you fall tonight. by your side was shuri in a oversized black blazer with a unique wakandan design and some black suit pants with dark shades on, and her hair braided back:

she looked sexy as always, but those damn grills that glinted when she smiled were telling you to take her right here and now. she looked out the window, “yeah we’re nearly there.” she said to you as the pointed and you looked, seeing the crazy line of people lining up and the bright lights of the place; damn it was famous, she was right.

“oh my, are we going to have to wait?” you asked, as the car swerved into a parking space.

“oh course not.” she said, pulling two vip tickets from your pocket that flashed a lovely gold, “these guarantee a quick way in.” she said as the car came to a final halt. you sighed in relief but wondered how she even got those. i mean she was the fucking princess of wakanda….it made sense.

“thank you boss.” she said as she gave a nod to the driver who gave a nod back and opened the car door. the bodyguards left the vehicle and she got out first before standing to the side and letting you get out. the air was warm, like a bit humid and the environment was just to clean, no pollution, no corruption, just wakanda. the car drove off and you two were immediately greeted with the sharp looks and long stares from ongoing pedestrians and people in line for the restaurant. shuri took your hand in hers and you squeezed it as you two began to walk towards the entrance of the restaurant with the two bodyguards by your side.

you would never get used to the flashing white lights of paparazzi cameras, but it made you feel quite famous to be honest. your relationship was not new news to wakanda, but you’d both never come out to say it, you’d just left the public to think what they want whilst doing what you want. you covered your face slightly and waved at some people as they excitedly waved back. the bodyguards pushed away some crazy paparazzi, but you just stayed close to shuri as she showed the men at the door your vip tickets in which you were swiftly let in. the inside was breathtaking, the whole restaurant wasn’t too busy but clean, and the whole place was covered by dim purple lights with gold shimmers and wakandan designs on the walls. a friendly waiter guided you both to the tables shuri booked and it was upstairs, away from everyone else and in a private dinner room. there were candles set up and it just looked so boules and prestine, it was surreal. you gasped under your breath and you went to sit down with shuri on the opposite side.

“i’ll come to take your orders soon.” the waiter said and bowed, exiting the room. you both nodded and thanked him before taking in the coolness of this place.

“bro, shuri i feel like i’m walking on pure diamond right now.” you say, taking a cheeky sip of wine already on the table. she laughs and also drinks some of her red wine, “i know it’s crazy rich in here.” she replies, like she’s not some billionaire.

“honestly, thank you, this such such an honour my queen.” you bowed in your seat in which she scrunched her face and shook her head, “you don’t call me, you call me…” she thinks, “daddy?” she winked at you but none of this was going to move you tonight, “no, you call me that.” you replied challengingly, raising your eyebrow and mentally laughing at the surprise on her face.

“haha, i like your jokes funny guy.” she said raising her wine glass up again to take another sip whilst you read through the menu.

she was going to be calling you that tonight, she can just wait.

after a short while, the waiter came back and took your order and you ordered wagyu beef with salad and some oysters whilst shuri just ordered the same thing you ordered, just with some medium rare steak on the side. the waiter went to gather your food and you just sat there looking around, avoiding shuri’s longing stare at you.

“y/n..you’re so pretty you know.” she complimented as you felt her foot rub yours from below the table.

“i know.” you replied with full confidence and a hint of dominance, which shuri seemed to notice as she took a small gulp; she was justifiably down bad for you.

you and her played two player mini games on your phone whilst waiting because that’s just how you bonded, “fuck! i had it!” shuri yelled as you stole her cards and came first place. at that point, the waiter came in with one other, holding plates of your food and refilling your wine glasses. shuri looks down awkwardly and puts her phone on the table whilst you chuckle under your breath and thank the waiters for their service. you’re the first to tuck in and the first bite of that meat is heavenly, it literally just melted im your mouth like butter.

“nice?” shuri asked as she poked at her food, putting your needs before her own, “yes! try yours.” you replied as she cut a piece of the meat and ate it to, “oh my god.” she leaned back into the chair and played dead because it tastes so good, whilst chewing thoroughly.

“i know!” soon after, you both devoured your plates and didn’t leave a single speck of food or any sauce left; you’d practically cleaned it up for them again. you leaned back holding your stomach as you were so full. shuri did the same and quietly burped into the palm of her hand before she sipped some whine.

“hey..i have something for you.” you said, shuffling in your handbag to find a surprise for shuri.

“oh?” she asked, wiping her mouth with the cloth and looking at your bag.

“yep.” you pulled it out and it was a small white box with a bow tie on it. you shuffled it closer to her and she looked at it suspiciously, but accepted it anyway. you studied her face to see her reaction to your anniversary gift; you had to provide for her as well because she was treating you way too much. her mouth twisted into a smile and she looked at you, “you didn’t have to.” she said and she was cheesing as she stood up to come and hug you. you’d bought her these 24 karat gold stud earrings that she’d been contemplating on buying for the last year.

“ehh, it’s the least i could do.” you said, feeling very proud of yourself for being able to afford that and treating her back, even though you’d be doing it much more later. tonight will be about her this time, whether she likes it or not.

“fuck, i love you.” she studied them and closed the box again, putting it in her blazer pockets as she blew you kisses.

“come on, let’s go enjoy our night fully, just the two of us.” she said, as you smiled and got up with her, taking the bill so you both could pay at the counter downstairs. once that was done, you went outside where the bodyguards were and the long limousine, you previously arrived, in was stationed outside waiting for you. you both got in with the two bodyguards pushing away crowds and you two comfortably settled in the back whilst they closed the doors. slightly tipsy, you used your hand to pull shuri’s face to meet yours and kissed her, not caring about the right men in front of you. she kissed you back harder until it was getting too intense in which she pulled away and squeezed your thigh, “let’s wait ‘till we get home baby.”

you nodded and leaned on her shoulder, excited for her to see your second surprise.

~~~

it was messy, hungry and needy. your hands were on each other as soon as you got inside, in a state of frenzy as selfishness for the other grew, but you quickly made your way into your shared bedrooom for more privacy. as always, shuri pushed you down onto the soft bed and started to steal kisses all over, starting from your exposed neck down to the top of your breast peaking out from your cropped blazer jacket. you allowed her for now so she didn’t expect anything.

you wrapped your arms around her neck to deepen your passionate kiss further, bucking up your hips to grind against her to give her the notion that she was in control. she held your hips down and swiftly undid your buttons, taking the blazer off to reveal your lacey black bra. she then kissed a trail from the skin of your breast to your neck again and nibbled on the skin, relishing in the sounds of your soft moans.

as if a switch went off, you found strength to completely to push her down and switch your positions so you were now stationed on top of shuri with her wrists held down by your hands. she looked so confused but surprised at where that random surge of strength came from. you licked your plump lips and connected your lips with hers once again in which she eagerly welcomed. you kissed down along her neck in which graceful moans spilled out from her mouth as you bit down gently on the brown skin before you went to work on unbuttoning her large blazer. your hands were no longer pinning shuri’s so she got up, interrupting you and attempting to flip you over again, “y/n-” but you snapped and gripped her chin with your hand, “i’m the one in charge tonight princess, you understand?” you said in such a domineering manner, she simply nodded and accepted her fate. you smiled sweetly, “good girl.” you praised, as you took the blazer off of her small frame, exposing her calvin klein sports bra and broad shoulders. you leaned besides her ear, dragging your hands down her body slowly as she shuddered under your touch.

you were so glad she wasn’t denying you like she used to, and seemed to give you what you wanted.

“take this off for me.” you demanded, tapping her bra in which she complied and gripped the underband of it, raising it up and over her head. you did the same and removed your lacey bra, discarding it to the side of the bedroom so you both were topless. shuri leaned down so her back was against the bed below and watched as you climbed over her, you’re silver necklace hung down into her face, so she dragged it and pulled you down to kiss her some more and as her hands were free, she roamed down to grip your ass in which you grunted disapprovingly and slapped them away, “you don’t touch me.” you ordered, taking her wrists and pinning them back above her head once again. she bit her lip and gave a sort of whining sound that made your core throb in anticipation.

“you better not move, stay in that fucking position.” you demanded with a deeper tone in your voice. shuri mentally gasped at your sudden change in demeanor but fuck, it turned her on so much more then she imagined. you let go of her hands and went lower, unbuttoning her pant buttons and pulling them down to remove it completely from her, tossing it across the room like the other articles of clothing. shuri didn’t know how to feel right now, you’d never gone full dom like this and she was unsure on how to act but for once, she was going to entertain it and let you do what you want because that’s what you deserve. you enticingly kissed your way down shuri’s body, tracing her shape as you stopped at her boxers. you looked at her for approval to take it off and she nodded, biting her bottom lip as you slid them off of her. she used her foot to discard them r to the side but by the time she could process what was happening, you were already roughly pushing her thighs apart and lifting them up so they were beside your head.

in the two eventful years you both were together, you’d only ate her out..once? maybe twice? but that was way too low compared to the amount of times she was in-between your legs, at least twice a week, and that’s if she’s busy.

you spread her thighs out more and shuri shifted herself down so you were closer; she’d missed receiving head as she was so focused on you, she forgot about herself but tonight, she was going to feel every fucking thing you gave her. the room was dimly lit, but you could clearly see what you were working with. shuri’s pussy was slim and tidy, her lips tucked in and her clit peaking out from the hood like a pearl from its shell. you appreciated the neatly trimmed curly hair but you couldn’t care less about it. your kissing from before had undoubtedly got her wet as her entrance glistened with slick, begging for you to taste it.

without wasting any more time, you dove straight in, tongue up in every crevice you could reach as you greedily tasted every single bit of her, holding her thighs tightly. shuri’s petite frame flinched and her backed arch, lifting off the bed as her arms slammed down onto the bed, “oh my fucking god y/n, yes!” her moan was so erotic, it sounded like it came right out of a porn video. you used that as fuel to keep on going, using your tongue to glide in and out of her, licking up and down her slit and grazing her clit a bit. this caused her to buck her hips up instinctively and grab at your straight hair, “shit shit! ivakala imnandi kakhulu.” she cried out, spewing out expletives like they were rap lyrics.

“mmm.” you couldn’t help but smile at how good you were making her feel. you hummed against her clit on purpose and continued to pry and lick at it to get her closer. shuri’s knuckles were started to whiten at how hard she was gripping your hair but you didn’t care, you couldn’t feel that shit, all you could feel was shuri’s wet pussy slapping against your tongue and cheeks.

“fuck yes!” shuri was up in heaven right now, her head was swung back against the pillows as her hips moved on her own, grinding up into your mouth as you stuck your tongue out, “mm i bet you like this, rubbing your cunt on my tongue like a whore.” you said as her jaw clenched after your wards and eyes rolled back into her sockets, just stuck in her own little world of pleasure. feeling satisfied, you turned your head to the side as you licked to watch her reaction; you swear she started to vibrate underneath you as her visible abs flexed with every breath and her now-sweaty legs tensed with every thrust of her hips upwards. feeling so turned on, you felt yourself underneath your tights and panties, rubbing up on your own pussy, aching due to the absence of it’s usual attention as your nipple grazed against the coolness of the sheets; you could honestly cum right now but no, shuri came first.

you stopped touching yourself and reached up shuri’s toned torso with the other hand, grabbing her tits on the way and lightly squeezing as you continued to make out with her heat. you reached her mouth and stuck your index and middle finger into it in which she willingly sucked, getting it all ready and coated with her saliva.

“so fucking good for me, aren’t you.” you said, bobbing your head up and down as you sucked on her clit, “baby, i’m gonna cum..” she breathlessly moaned as her tongue still swirled around and in between your fingers whilst still moving her hips with the pace of your tongue, “you better not.” you warned, feeling further into her throat warm, nearly making her gag.

soon after, shuri was definitely close and you didn’t want her to cum just yet so you lifted your head up briefly and took your fingers out from her pretty little mouth. shuri gulped and looked at you with such a needy expression, you wanted to make her finish for hours on end. you stuck the fingers in your own mouth because you were just so dirty like that and went back down to her mound, feeling up and down her pussy with the pads of your fingers. you don’t think you’d ever fingered shuri, but she’d done it to you countless of times, you could pick it up. you went back to licking her pretty pussy, but your fingers joined this time and with the help of them being wet from shuri and her self lubricated entrance, they slid right in as you pushed inside and shuri’s body tensed, hissing at the weird sensation. you realise she probably didn’t penetrate herself often, so you slowed it down a bit to allow her to adjust.

“move.” she directed, her dark gaze landing upon you and you could see finally see her gorgeous brown eyes, pupils blown out. not needing for her to tell you twice, you used both of your fingers to move in and out, curling them slightly like she always does. your tongue is also at work and plays with her clit in circle motions. shuri was so high on you right now, her teeth gritted and toes curled as her body calmly convulses, trying to cope with too much at once, “god, fuck yes y/n ugh-”

you slapped her harshly thigh, “i want you to call me daddy.” you smirked while saying it and shuri didn’t look at you but she went quieter which is a sign that she was contemplating on doing it. you moved your fingers at an ungodly speed to force some sound out of her and your wish was granted, “mmm, ah fucking hell…y-yes daddy.” she said the last bit quietly but it made you happy

“ha, you’re so good for me shuri.” you praise approvingly and disconnected your mouth from her throbbing core. you lean yourself up and shuffled to shuri, putting an arm around the top of her head. she hurriedly grabbed your face and pulled you down to kiss you sloppily so she can taste herself, your fingers stil buried deep inside of her as she greedily took them, rocking her hips back and forth. you slowed because of your aching wrists, but you sped up again and she abruptly stopped kissing you, struggling to find your lips again as your fingers drilled the absolute shit out of her.

“yea, just like that.” shuri’s grabbed onto your neck like you were the last person on earth and you let her, enjoying her submissive side that she’d kept hidden for so long. your palm slapped down on her clit and she jerked, “bast, i’m gonna cum all your fingers.”

“yeah? i bet you want to do that shit? fucking hungry for it aren’t you?” you replied fiercely, taking shuri’s hands off of you and leaning back down again as you missed her earthy taste. she whined as you went back down to eat her out again; she was so stimulated, she wanted to cry and you weren’t helping. she played with your hair, putting it in a ponytail and lifting it up and down to guide your head further down into her core. once again, shuri was really close and her body was drenched in sweat at this point, and she wanted nothing more than sweet release, which you weren’t going to adhere to just yet. as you saw she was on the edge, you stopped your actions once again and she then tried to use her own hand to finish herself off, but you weren’t having it and you pulled them away forcefully, “no touching yourself either.”

shuri’s face scrunched in annoyance as her body writhed like a worm under you, but she obeyed nonetheless and kept her mouth shut, rubbing her legs together. you got up from the bed and her eyes shot open from its original squinted state, wondering why you were leaving you like that, “fuck..y/n where are you-”

“that’s not my name.” you said as you removed your skirt and opaque tights, stepping out of it and putting it in the mess of your other clothes. you shuffled around your closet for the bag you’d put the strap in earlier and once you finally found it, you pulled it out and showed shuri your creation proudly.

shuri stared at you then at the strap and then at you again in disbelief, “you’re not thinking of using that on me are you?” she studied the details of the veins and unique design, noticing it wasn’t one of hers.

“duh, why else would i bring it out.” you replied, beginning to put it on yourself and adjust the straps. shuri shifted back in her position and stared at it; something about you wearing made fireworks go off in her lower half, and somehow she ended up splayed out on the bed, legs spread wide open while you were in between her. she used to be so against you using it on her and even went far as to hiding them from you, but you made your own this time and there was no escaping from your grasp.

“don’t worry, you’ll be fine.” you reassured shuri who looked evidently nervous for the large toy dangling in between your legs. you stroked her face and kissed her cheeks, pecking her collarbones and rubbing her thighs soothingly. this helped her relax and she slowly sighed, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer. happy as fuck, you took the base of the black strap on and rubbed the tip against her entrance, that was still wet from your saliva and her slick. she looked away and shut her eyes, ready for it and you thought she looked so flipping cute.

quite impatiently, you started to guide it slowly inside her in which her legs immediately tensed up and she pulled back away from you, causing it to fall out. realizing this will probably take a while, you tried again, rubbing the sides of her waist to calm her down. if worked this time and it went in further before she tensed up again but she held your waist tighter, “it’s okay, just put it all in.” she blurted out, not wanting to wait anymore. you wanted to ask if she was very sure but you couldn’t help yourself and before you knew it, you were slamming into her at full force. she jolted and her hands left your waist, touching your abdomen instead and slowly looking up at you with her mouth in an ‘o’ shape as she let out a silent scream, and you grinning cockingly at her. the stretch from its girth was slightly painful, but nothing she couldn’t take. once she was okay with that, you pulled out again and slammed back in, enjoying her body language as her hands scrambled for something to hold on to, eventually covering her face as you began to mercilessly fuck her, “mhm, take.every.last.bit.of.this.” you thrusted into her after each word and noisy lewd moans spewed out from her like a broken record. her eyes were squeezed shut as her body jerked with your sharp and calculated thrusts, making her whole body shake from the shooting pleasure that skyrocketed from her toes to her fingers as you easily found her g-spot, “fucking hell…daddy ah, ah, ah.” she hesitated but she said it and that’s all that mattered.

the stimulating sound of skin slapping and moaning filled the room, the air thick with hotness and the smell of sex wafting from your bodies. you leaned down to kiss down her neck as your hips relentlessly rammed the strap on into her, hitting places shuri didn’t even know existed within her. shuri watched as your tits moved in a hypnotizing manner, and fought the urge to take them in her mouth.

“oh fuck, you’re so deep.” shuri admitted as she firmly gripped your hips, head turned to the side as all she could do was take it and moan as her body shook uncontrollably, not used to this burning sensation unfolding from within her. she couldn’t even think straight at this point, and the pounding between her legs was the only thing she could feel. suddenly, you pulled out and wiped a bead of sweat from your forehead, “on your knees for me baby girl.”

shuri obeyed and found the little energy she had to turn herself over onto her knees and lie down like that. you gripped her hips and pulled her ass up more before you leaned over her and put the strap on at her entrance again. you kissed along her shoulder blade and sculpted, smooth back that was beautifully arched for you. it was already coated with shuri’s wetness so it slipped right in again and you began to ram into her, “fuck fuck!” is all shuri could say as she felt you grab her shoulders to make her lean up. your boobs were flat against her back as you fucked her, and the skin to skin connection between you two felt so good; the strap-on slightly touching your clit was close to pushing you over the edge in fact. fucking into her was so addicted, no wonder she struggled to stop when she was strapping you down. you saw shuri was touching herself as you were moved inside her her but it was okay, you just didn’t approve of her cumming without your permission. you let go of her shoulders and watched as she fell back down, limp, like she had no control over herself. you chuckled in a sadistic manner and pushed her head down into the pillow, drilling into her little hole, just begging to take all of your dick.

after her moans got higher pitched and her body threatened to give in, you pulled out again and leaned down onto your knees, catching your breath before moving to the next position. shuri was so fucked out from the constant stimulation, and the hadn’t even cum yet; you were purposefully edging her and she didn’t know how much longer she could deal with it, it was starting to become more painful to hold back.

you sat down in bed next to her and tapped your thigh, “can you ride me lastly?” you asked in a polite manner, very different from your strict attitude earlier. shuri barely made eye contact with you but she moved herself, climbing over your frame and positioning herself on top of the strap. you’re so excited, it’s not even funny.

“go easy, please.” she croaked weakly as she looped her arms around your neck and leaned her head onto your shoulder. you nodded knowing damn well you weren’t going to do that. she was already sliding down onto the strap and bouncing her hips up down, kissing you fervently as she held onto you for support. you loved how she was getting into it but nah, you wanted to make sure she felt it all so you did what you had to do. you grabbed her hips and slammed them down unexpectedly, using your own hips to thrust back up. shuri yelped and held your chest, “shit! ngh!” you did it again and continued until she accepted it and rode you at a similar pace.

“you can touch yourself now baby.” you finally say, watching at how she excitedly reached down her body to rub on her engorged clit. her eyes flutter shut and her head swung back again, as you gripped her her ass and to guide her movements. mesmerized but how sexy she looked like this, you leaned forward and took one of her deliciously brown nipples into your mouth, sucking and licking the small nub skillfully. her moans got more strained as you did this, all three sensations she was feeling clouding her senses as the time went by. you didn’t stop and wanted her to cum so fucking hard, she’d feel it for the next few weeks.

“mhm yeah, cum for your daddy, all over my fucking dick.” you sensually whispered into her ear. you didn’t know where all this language was coming from but you’d probably heard shuri say it enough times to you so it was just automatic.

your goal was soon coming as shuri’s whole body tensed, breathing short and ragged as she spasmed repeatedly as a result of her orgasm washing over her in crests of mini waves all hitting her at the same time. “fuuuuuuuck.” her moan dragged out as she gripped your shoulders, her fingernails digging into your shoulder blades. you winced slightly, but enjoying the painful feeling. shuri pulled you away from her boob with a wet pop, pulling you into hungry kiss as she rode out her high that never seemed to end. it felt 100x more intense as she’d been chasing it for the past hour or so due to your cruel edging game.

“ahh, shit y/n, that felt amazing.” her head was heavy on your shoulder and you just smiled to yourself, feeling tired but so horny at the same time. you kissed her forehead and wiped a tear that had found it’s way down her cheek. she was cockwarming the strap until now and slowly but surely, she got off of it to lay down beside you, absolutely blissed out.

you sat at the edge of the bed to slip the strap off your waist and thighs, nodding your head in agreement, “you were amazing, i didn’t know you were capable of that.” shuri said with a genuine surprised look on her face as she clapped for you, still in the process of catching her breath.

“me too to be honest.” you said, laughing and covering your face in embarrassment from the reality of what you’d just done as you lay back down next to her.

“that was another awesome anniversary gift.” shuri whispered to you, coming closer and peppering your cheeks with kisses as she ran her hands along your body.

“yeah…” you looked at her deeply, licking your lips as you she used a finger to wipe away some hair that was stuck to your face, “don’t you want to get off though?” shuri asked with a smirk, her dominant self already coming back after you thought you’d fucked it out of her.

you looked at her blankly, “nah, let’s sleep.” you turned around swiftly, giving her a taste of her own medicine but honestly wanting it so bad.

“sleep? come on, let’s go shower, i’m so sweaty.” she said, pulling your shoulder back to face her before she stood up in which she quickly held the bed for support as her legs felt like pure jello. you hurriedly stood up to hold her before she fell, “oh my, don’t die.” you both laughed as you put her arm along the back of her neck and walked to the bathroom, entering the hot shower together after all that long lovemaking. did it initiate a round two? i guess we’ll never know.

sheeshh, that was a long one.

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