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reidbae · 1 year

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Good For You

summary: On the way to a crime scene, you and Spencer get onto the topic of dominant women. Just when you think the resident genius will say he doesn't like them, he proves you wrong.

pairing: sub!spencer reid x dom!fem!reader

warnings/mentions: afab!reader, unprotected piv sex (don't do this plz), palming, choking, hair pulling, vaginal sex, degradation (m receiving), praise (m receiving), use of y/n before and after smut but use of miss and ma'am during, roughish sex but not rlly (i think)

a/n: thank you so much for 100+ followers and for all of the love on my first fic, it means the world :,) i'm goin' thru a little writer's block but i had to get this out for sub spence <3

wc: 2.3k

"People don't like dominant women," you joked, laughing. You were hardly sure how you and Spencer had even come to this topic, but, to be fair, it was a long car ride to the crime scene you were on your way to, and you were finding ways to pass the time.

You were talking about how you presented yourself as a dominant person, given your role in the FBI. It was easiest and comfortable, and it was a personality trait that you'd maintained for years, no matter what the circumstances were.

"What makes you say that?" asked Spencer, a tone of genuine curiosity coated over his voice.

"Well, you know, most men are looking to be in authority. They don't like women controlling them," you shrugged as you continued to drive.

"You're not entirely incorrect," Spencer agreed. "But, I'm not most men," he mumbled so quietly that you nearly missed it. You briefly looked over at him before turning your eyes back to the road.

You raised your eyebrows, taken aback by Spencer's comment. "Is that so?" you then asked with a playful smirk. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Spencer go red, causing you to push him further. "So, you like women like me?"

"Yeah, I mean, I guess I do," Spencer timidly answered. "I- I can't really explain why, exactly, but, yeah," he barely managed to stammer out. "And, I mean, you're dominant, which makes you mildly intimidating, but, honestly, it makes you more attractive."

Now that was not something you were expecting to hear from Spencer Reid, of all the people. But, you weren't opposed to it. Not one bit.

"Damn, Spencer. I assumed you had a thing for me, but I didn't think it was because I'm dominant," you teased him, your coy smirk never leaving your face.

The scarlet color across his face darkened as he returned, "W- Well, I'm an honest man," with an embarrassed chuckle. "And, I mean- Yeah, I guess I do have something for you. I know that probably sounds weird, coupled with everything else I just said."

"No, no, it doesn't. Besides, I like my men submissive," you giggled.

"I guess we're on the same page, then," Spencer laughed with you. "That's good."

"It's great, actually." you returned. "So, then. This thing, huh? Do you actually like me?" you asked curiously, your eyes fixated on the road.

Spencer chuckled at your question. "Come on, Y/N. After all that I've just said, do I really need to confirm that I like you?" asked Spencer in a sassy tone. "I think you know the answer to that."

"Watch the attitude, Spencer," you responded, partially joking, and partially serious. Spencer shyly nodded.

"I'm sorry, miss," Spencer practically scoffed. As you pulled up to a stop sign, you looked over at Spencer, narrowing your eyes.

"Miss, huh?" you teased.

"Miss. Unless you prefer your name, Y/N," Spencer teased directly back at you, mirroring your energy.

You could see Spencer's small smirk as your name rolled off his tongue, heavenly so.

You paused for a second, shook your head, then began to drive again. You could feel your own face heat up as you began to drive down the street. "You don't know what you saying my name like that does to me," you admitted in a low voice.

"Yeah?" he asked, his tone dripping in flirtatiousness.

You bit your bottom lip for a second before Spencer continued. "What does it do to you?" he asked you, breathing your name back out to you again. "Tell me."

"Not while I'm driving," you returned as you cleared your throat. "You've been enough of a distraction."

Spencer chuckled. "How close are we, anyway?"

"We're here, actually," you answered. You pulled into the driveway of the house where the crime scene was at, parking the car into place. The driveway was secluded, covered entirely by trees and bushes.

"Oh," Spencer said quietly. It was clear that he was apprehensive to leave, but he knew as well you did that you had a job to do. "Guess we should, uh, start looking at the crime scene, then," he said, his hand reaching for the door handle. You cocked an eyebrow.

"Are you really just going to leave that conversation off there?" you asked with a mischievous grin.

Spencer looked at you, evidently intrigued as he shook his head and grinned back at you.

"Not if you want to keep talking," Spencer smirked. "You, uh, kind of left me on a cliffhanger back there, actually."

"Like hell I did," you laughed. "You were about to leave and abandon this conversation, were you not?"

Spencer shrugged, removing his hand from the door handle and looking directly into your eyes, his honeyed brown ones meeting yours. "I can't argue with that," he chuckled. "So, then, what do you want to talk about?"

"Less talking and more of something else, to be honest," you couldn't help but say as you looked at him.

You could see Spencer's breath catch in his throat for a second as you finished your sentence, gazing at you as if he had forgotten how to physically breathe.

"Oh?" he asked quietly, but his tone displayed remnants of excitement. "What did you, uh, have in mind?" he asked you.

But you knew he already knew the answer to that.

You pulled Spencer in by his tie, gently so, before uttering, "This," your voice significantly raspier than it had been before.

Spencer's face reddened as you pulled him closer to you, his breath coming out quickly and heavily as he stared down at your lips. He leaned in, pressing his lips onto yours, and you instantly reciprocated, kissing him slowly. When he pulled away, he was completely and utterly breathless.

"You're really not making this easy for me," Spencer breathed out to you. You could feel his hand sneaking gently up to cup your face as he did.

"What am I not making easy, sweetheart?" you cooed. He smoothed his thumb over your cheek.

"Resisting you. I can't stop, miss. I can't stop wanting you," he admitted to you through several more kisses, kissing you more boldly as the seconds went by.

"Then don't," you encouraged him. You leaned in to kiss him again, this time more passionately. You gladly allowed your tongue to explore Spencer's mouth, relishing in the immense amount of pleasure that you were already experiencing from minimal contact.

Your hands found Spender's throat and squeezed down as you continued to fervently kiss him. He groaned into your kiss as he began to run his hands down your body, settling on your waist.

Your shaky hands began to fumble with his tie again as you pulled back for a second, your forehead pressed onto his. "Fuck," you moaned out, removing his tie.

You pressed your lips onto Spencer's again. You could feel him smile against your lips, no doubt at the quick pace you were going at. When he pulled away, his face was flushed.

"You know, we're still in your car," Spencer breathed out.

"There's no one here," you muttered. "We'll be fine," you assured him.

"You're the boss," he openly told you in a submissive tone. "If you want me here, then I'm all yours, miss."

You smirked at that, an idea immediately formulating in your mind. "Sit back, Spencer," you ordered in a domineering tone. He looked at you with a startled expression for a second before doing what he was told, sitting back, his back pressed onto the passenger seat.

You removed your seatbelt, then swiftly moved into the passenger side and onto Spencer's lap. You straddled him naturally, causing Spencer's face to darken even further, if that was even possible.

Spencer's hands gripped your waist as yours tangled into his hair. He smoothed his thumbs over your waist slowly, gazing up at you with a flustered expression. "You're beautiful."

You smirked and leaned down to kiss him again, your passion just as prominent as before. You began to grind slowly onto Spencer's crotch, causing both of you to moan, yours of pleasure, his of surprise.

You continued that way for a few seconds, and Spencer was everything but opposed. But you needed more.

You pulled away again, your forehead pressed onto Spencer's as you fumbled with his belt, working quickly to remove it. It came unbuckled with ease, and next, you undid his zipper.

Now having access to the boxers under his pants, you touched Spencer, softly at first, then quickening your pace to obtain a reaction. Your movements elicited a low groan from him as you palmed him.

"Hard for me already, Spencer?" you teased him as you slowed your movements.

He breathlessly nodded, capturing his bottom lip between his teeth as he looked up at you. "Yes, ma'am."

"Help me get these off, sweetheart," you softly murmured, in reference to the work slacks you were still wearing.

"Here, I got it," Spencer muttered quickly, allowing his hands to move in a similar rushed manner as his fingers began the task of undressing you. When your pants were unbuttoned, he pulled them down, allowing himself more access.

Your face was drenched in desire as your hand moved back into Spencer's hair, tugging gently and yanking him closer to you. "Do you want this?"

"Yes," he moaned back. "God, yes. Please."

"Please, what? I want to hear you say it," you whispered.

"I want you to fuck me, miss," he had no trouble admitting, his thumbs still circling your waist as his face flushed further. You smirked, chuckling.

"Slut," you spat, returning your hands down to his boxers. Spencer let out a small whimper at your use of degradation, but the moment ended as soon as it begun as you removed his already red cock from his boxers. You pumped your hand up and down his cock a few times before shrugging your panties down.

You lowered yourself down onto Spencer, shuddering at the new sensation of his cock inside of your cunt. Submissive or not, he was huge.

You immediately leaned into the crook of Spencer's neck, grabbing the back of his head with force.

"Fuck, Spencer. You feel so fucking good," you moaned out.

Spencer's hands found the small of your back, caressing it gently as you began to slowly ride him.

"You do, too, miss."

You began to move faster as shaking hands tugged Spencer's brunette locks. You were moaning into his ear as he groaned whorishly into yours, his hands moving down to grip your ass as you rode him.

"Thought about this a lot, huh?" you teased him, chuckling. He fervently nodded, then leaned in and kissed your neck, sucking gently.

"Y- Yes," he admitted between kisses, continuing to use his mouth on your neck, no doubt leaving marks there as his movements became rougher.

"Keep doing that," you groaned.

"Anything to please you, ma'am," he gladly complied, as if he had any intention of stopping in the first place.

"That's it. Bein' suck a, fuck- Doll for me, Spencer," you praised him. "Such a good boy," you continued, yanking his hair and pulling him closer. Spencer shuddered, groaning as you did so. He was breathing much faster now. You could see him growing warmer as the seconds went by.

"God, I can't," Spencer breathed out.

"You can't what, pretty boy?" you asked him breathlessly.

"I just- Jesus," he tried, but coherent sentences were clearly beginning to fail him. "I'm- You're-" he desperately stammered.

"Come on, baby, use your words for me," you encouraged him.

"You're just- So, so incredible, miss," Spencer panted out, leaning back in his seat. Your hand moved back to his throat as he did, and you looked wordlessly down at him.

You squeezed down with force, your climax evidently approaching, as was his. Tentatively, but purposefully, Spencer reached a hand down and began to touch your clit, rubbing it in quick circles in an attempt to help you along.

You moved with him, grinding down further onto his hand as he touched you. "That's it. That's fucking it," you whispered as you laid your head onto Spencer's shoulder. "Makin' me feel so good, love."

"Anything you need, miss. I'm all yours," Spencer told you as he continued his motions. His long fingers worked quickly with your clit, driving you significantly closer towards your high. Fuck, did he know what he was doing.

"Damn fucking straight," you groaned into his ear.

You used your free hand to grip his shoulder as you threw your head back in pleasure. Spencer's eyes bored into you, clearly admiring the view.

"You're mine, Spencer. My fucking whore, you hear me?" you spat. How could he do anything but nod?

"Fuck, miss, I'm close," Spencer groaned out, one hand gripping your waist and the other continuing to touch you. You smirked down at him.

"Yeah?" you breathed out. "Let it out, then, baby."

Spencer mewled out an almost pornographic moan as he filled your cunt to the brim with his cum. You followed suit quickly after, resting your head on his shoulder as waves of pleasure crashed over you.

You looked down at him when you were finished, biting your lip and panting heavily. You chuckled. "I can't believe I just fucked you in my own car," you joked.

Spencer smiled up at you, leaning up and capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. "I loved every second, Y/N."

"You better have. You did so good, doll. So, so good," you praised him, toying mindlessly with Spencer's hair. Spencer only blushed further at your continued praise.

He moved his hands to your waist, planting another gentle kiss onto your lips. "Anything, to be good for you."

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cheegu3 · 1 year

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Enhypen - the glory (PT.3)

summary; after rejecting one of the most popular boys at your new school, you soon realised that you'd done the gravest mistake of your life; these weren't ordinary boys, and now they were set on making your life a living hell - heavily based on the kdrama with the same name

warnings; yandere themes, slut-shaming, name calling, mentions of dissecting animals, torture, bullying, burn wounds

genre; yandere

wc; 6k

pairing; enha x f.m reader

note; I know the poll wanted soobin & yeonjun's character backstory but I changed it last minute bc I didn't realise how much planning and build-up writing a series needs to have ;-; anyways, plz be patient there are a lot of members and a lot of stories to be covered !!

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‘’ Are you serious? ‘’

Your eyes widened the longer you stared at the boy from school in front of you, slowly coming to the realization that he was looking at you completely humorlessly. The fact that he had known you for only a day and now suddenly wanted to put himself in danger for you seemed fishy, making alarm bells ring inside your head.

Did he somehow know them and was scheming with them behind your back? It was possible, seeing as Soobin was also from a rich family; and if you remembered correctly, the others didn’t live far from his house.

Soobin however, looked at you innocently, a look of confusion on his face as if he had no idea why you’d feel weirded out or even be the slightest suspicious of his irrational suggestions.

‘’ I don’t…think that’s a good idea. ‘’ you finally said.

Yeonjun nodded.

‘’ That’s what I said. ‘’ he added.

‘’ But why? ‘’

‘’ I barely know you, why would I want you to get involved in this? Besides, even if you wanted to, there’s no way I could win against them. They have nothing of importance to lose.’’

Silence followed your words. You were sure Soobin hadn’t really thought that far, you got the feeling that he could be someone who acted on impulses and feelings - immediately wanting to jump into situations without thinking twice.

But you were different from that. That’s why you were determined to put down your foot and stand your ground regarding anything that revolved around your life and the decisions to be made in it.

‘’ But…’’ Soobin started.

You caught the way his eyes traveled down to your sleeves, hiding the ugly scars underneath. It made you flinch and hide them behind your back by instinct.

‘’ I’ll sleep on it. ‘’ you finalized sternly, making Soobin look like a kicked puppy, and knowing very well you’d already made up your mind.

Before he could stop you or try to persuade you, you were already halfway out the door.

‘’ See you at school. ‘’

Soobin didn’t answer, and you didn’t stop in your tracks to wait for it either. Rainfall greeted you when you opened the door, becoming the new obstacle in your path. Sighing you looked back for a moment, contemplating if you should ask him for an umbrella.

‘’ Here. ‘’

The tall figure that had crept up behind the door startled you. It was Yeonjun, who handed you a crumbled-up black umbrella before turning on his heel again. His expression was unchanged despite you taking a few steps back in shock, the usual poker face adorning his face.

‘’ Thank you! ‘’ you shouted after him.

He came to a halt and turned around slowly, looking like he had something on his mind but wasn’t quite sure yet if he wanted to say it.

‘’ Can I help you? ‘’

His gaze fixated on the umbrella that you were starting to unwrap. You were both immersed in a long and uncomfortable silence before you finally turned around with a frown on your face, getting ready to leave since he hadn’t spoken up.

‘’ Don’t mind him. ‘’

You looked over your shoulder. ‘’ What? ‘’

‘’ He’s always been like that. ‘’

‘’ Like what? ‘’

‘’ Too eager to be somebody’s hero. ‘’ the corners of his mouth turned upwards, but the half-smile didn’t reach his eyes. It had a bitter feeling to it.

‘’ Why’s that? ‘’

He let himself fully smile when he heard your tone sounded a lot softer than the one you had used in Yeonjun’s room.

‘’ He couldn’t…save me. I guess that’s why. ‘’

You were about to keep pushing but had a feeling that he didn’t want to continue talking. He raised his eyebrows and nodded, clearing his throat awkwardly.

You got the message and started walking towards the door. ‘’ Well, uh- thanks. ‘’ you hold the umbrella up in the air and press the door-handle down.

The last thing you hear before closing the door is, ‘’ You should stay away from him. I don’t want my brother to get hurt. ‘’

You’re stunned and don’t have time to turn around and question him, a second too early the door locked with a click.

You shrugged and stepped out, smiling at the calming sound of the heavy raindrops pattering against the fabric of the umbrella above. You’d always loved it, the feeling reminded you of getting soothing rubs on your back from a loving mother.

The wide and tall black gate stood halfway open when you approached it. Muffled voices came from the other side. Cautiously you pressed through the small crack and grimaced at the sound of the gate creating a horrendous screech. Although it was barely audible over the sound of the rain, the voices died down immediately.

‘’ Who’s there? ‘’ a gruff voice barked out.

‘’ Sorry, just- ‘’ you stepped out fully and turned your head to the left where two men were standing.

They were both in suits and had two men holding umbrellas over their own heads, immediately letting you know they were upperclassmen.

‘’ I’m a friend of Soobin’s. ‘’

‘’ That would be my son. ‘’ one of them said, the taller and older male.

He took a few steps towards you and extended a hand. You hesitantly took it but shook it politely, smiling when seeing some resemblance to Soobin.

‘’ A girlfriend? ‘’ the other one teased.

You craned your neck to look at him. He was very handsome with sharp features, piercing eyes, and a prominent jawline. The smirk he was wearing on his familiar looking face reminded you of someone a little too much.

Before you could ask him his name or shake his hand, the car door of the car right next to where he was standing suddenly popped open. Out came a younger man who was an almost complete copy of the man in the suit. When he turned his head and you recognized him the smirk made a lot of sense, of course - it was Jay.

Staring you down confidently while standing next to his dad who smiled fondly at him.

‘’ Have you met my son yet, Mr. Choi? ‘’

What a nightmare.

‘’ I have not, Mr. Park. ‘’

Not only did Soobin’s dad know Jay’s dad, but they seemed to be close and Jay of all places, had to be here witnessing you leaving another man’s house.

Worrying about how they’d punish you tomorrow however, was the last thing you were thinking about as you slowly came to the realization that this only made you more suspicious of Soobin. If their dads worked together or at the very least were pretty close, couldn’t that mean that there’s a possibility their kids had known each other way before Soobin transferred?

Although nothing was confirmed yet, your head started to spin with a handful of theories you couldn’t quite comprehend just yet. But with everyone’s eyes on you, and especially the hawk-like ones of Jay; you had to be careful and not draw attention to yourself.

You regained your composure just in time for Jay to step in front of Soobin’s dad. They shook hands and exchanged some small talk, all the while you could almost sense how badly your bully wanted to let his eyes settle on you instead.

‘’ I think I have to go now, my dad is waiting for me. It was nice meeting you all. ‘’ you quickly blurted out, as the thought of that made you paranoid that if he were to take one look at your face, he could read you.

Which in fairness, he probably could. He like the others, was obsessed with you after all.

‘’ Wait! ‘’

You bit the inside of your cheek and have to take a deep breath before turning around, that fake smile plastered on your face again.

Jay walked over, his hand slipping into yours so comfortably that to the two men watching, you might as well have been a couple. They can’t sense the apparent tension between you two though, as you stared at him to explain himself while trying to free your hand at the same time.

‘’ It’s friday so Jungwon’s having a party. Let’s go. ‘’

‘’ No, I don’t think…’’ you trailed off, looking anywhere but on him now as you feel the pressure to be polite and say yes due to his dad being present.

‘’ Have fun! ‘’ his dad said, smirking at the two of you as if he was just teasing his son about his girlfriend.

You don’t seem to get a choice. After saying that he turned to Soobin’s dad again and they engage in a conversation. Jay took the opportunity and dragged you towards the car, purposefully putting you on the side closest to his dad in case you’d try anything.

He entered on the other side and made you feel humiliated by trying to put on your seatbelt for you.

‘’ I can do it myself. ‘’ you snapped.

He shrugged, unbothered by your attitude.

You tried to look out of the window once the car started, but the houses you keep passing by almost immediately made you feel horrible. They’re not just rich, but grand houses, stretching further than your eyes could follow before you passed it.

It left a bitter feeling in the mouth. They had all previously made fun of you for not having as much money as them. You often felt embarrassed of your dad; the fact that he was so unorganized, messy and a mere officer worker. When they had teased about coming over to see how you lived, you had always narrowingly escaped it, but you suspected they knew it wouldn’t be anything fancy.

It was always filled with dumped boxed all over the small space and you had one bedroom which you slept in while your dad slept on the couch. Although you weren’t the poorest at your school it still stung to be reminded that you’d never be on their level, not in a world that valued money anyway.

‘’ We’re here. ‘’

You looked up and almost groaned audibly upon seeing the car having come to a stop outside a house. Clearly you were starting to feel a little tired, seeing as you had zoned out the whole ride and not even noticed the arrival.

Jay tried to hurry to your side again but you quickly kicked the door open before he even reached it. He shook his head, a teasing smile appearing on his face before taking you by the hand again.

‘’ Why are you holding my hand? People are gonna think we’re a couple. ‘’

‘’ I wish we were. ‘’ he smirked.

You rolled your eyes but let him lead you inside anyway. This, like the other houses on the way was huge and easily looked like it could be one of the most expensive houses in Korea. It had several floors and you had a feeling it was too big, to the point where you’d get lost.

Surrounding it was a gate with fencing very similar to the one at Soobin’s house; tall, spikey and black. It gave it an eerie feeling, almost like a prison. Whoever would be unfortunate enough to end up locked in there couldn’t escape due to the several meters high fence, and if they did they’d likely be impaled or injured at the very least.

You spotted Jungwon approaching the gate. He had a red cup in one of his hands and a girl by his side. She unlocked the gate, her cat-eyes never leaving you while doing so, causing chills to run down your spine.

‘’ Why is it locked? ‘’ Jay asked his friend when greeting him with a hug.

Jungwon pulled away and they looked at each other for some time, something unspoken being said that you couldn’t quite decipher.

He then turned to you, but didn't smile, it was quite unusual for him to do so. In the rare instances when it happened, you were never the reason why. He actually seemed to get even gloomier any time you were around; lips thinning and eyebrows furrowing to match the angry scowl on his face.

‘’ You brought y/n. ‘’

‘’ Yeah. I thought you guys might like it. ‘’

He didn’t say anything.

‘’ This is my sister. ‘’

She reached out her hand so fast you almost jumped back, being unfamiliar with people touching you politely.

‘’ Yang Yena. ‘’ is all she said.

You had to bite back a grin. The resemblance was almost uncanny, and you now realized why you felt so unsettled under her gaze. She didn’t like smiling either and they had the same menacing, resting bitch face - maybe it ran in the family.

Jay and Jungwon looked at each other and then started heading towards the house, leaving Yena to walk alongside you due to the path’s narrowness.

‘’ Has he…told you about me? ‘’

You thought you saw the small outline of a smile but it was gone before you could fully register it.

‘’ A little. He’s always been a horrible person, I’m not surprised he’s found a girl to terrorize. ‘’

That caught you off guard. Immediately you thought to slow down your steps so to be absolutely sure you weren’t within the guys’ earshot.

‘’ You don’t like Jungwon? ‘’ you half-whispered, ‘’ He’s your brother!‘’

‘’ So? ‘’ she scoffed.

You couldn't really think of anything to respond due to still feeling stunned by the surprising confession. If anything, they were like twins so shouldn’t they be super close? You could almost picture them dissecting animals for fun in their spare-time.

‘’ He’s an ass, I feel bad for you actually. On behalf of him, I’m sorry. ‘’ her lips curved up slightly now into a half-smile.

‘’ It’s fine. ‘’

You awkwardly stumbled into the house when you reached it at last, trying not to look weird when you saw Jay and Jungwon were waiting by a pool table that was placed near the entrance. Yena left to go off somewhere with a couple of other girls and you inevitably arrived in front of them.

‘’ Let’s go. ‘’

The first room was a big living-room, a wide TV of likeness you could only dream of having and it had people surrounding it on several different couches. Quickly you scurried behind Jay to make them move faster and get out of their line of sight in case they would acknowledge you.

The next room was the kitchen, it had less people in it but you didn’t get a good look at their faces. The room had a side door which they lead you out of and then stopped in the garden.

Even in the dark, you could see the five heads turning to your direction and knew who it was before they called you over.

You mentally prepared before walking there, taking a deep shaky breath just before suddenly being pushed into Jake’s lap. He laughed and you could smell the alcohol on his breath. Hands started roaming your body like they always did when he was near you, as if you were just as intoxicating to Jake as the bottles he downed on weekends.

The others turned a blind-eye to what was happening. After chuckling they started talking about something that soon became background noise to you and the boy whose lap you were situated in.

He gave you a sleazy smile and delivered a few drunken kisses to your neck and jaw, all the while his other hand traveled higher and higher up your thigh.

‘’ Please, Jake. Stop. ‘’ you pleaded quietly.

He looked at you with his puppy-eyes, looking a bit sad. ‘’ Why? ‘’

You’re taken aback the second time in the same night. There was no way he was actually asking why, right?

‘’ Because…you bully me, with them. ‘’ you nodded your head to the others.

He thought for a moment. A hand appeared in your hair at the same time and started playing with it.

‘’ Do you know why we hurt you, sweetheart? ‘’

‘’ You’ve told me. ‘’

‘’ Say it. ‘’

‘’ You’re all in love with me. ‘’

‘’ So how do you stop the hurting? ‘’

You knew what Jake was hinting at and immediately your hands started to form into fists. He was completely oblivious to your anger at his ignorant tone and suggestions to something so sensitive.

‘’ I date you? ‘’

He nodded.

‘’ All…of you? ‘’

Something flashed behind his eyes and he looked a bit uncomfortable, the cocky smile plastered on his lips faded for a few seconds.

‘’ How would that even work anyway? ‘’

‘’ I don’t know, that’s for future us to figure out. ‘’ he solemnly responded.

You tried to get out of his lap again and this time he surprisingly didn’t try to stop you. Turning to Heeseung who was sitting next to Jake, you asked if you could go home.

‘’ You only just got here. ‘’

He was drunk as well, way more than Jake judging by his slurred speech, lack of focus and disinterest in you. You stood up and snuck away before any of them became too sober to notice. Jake watched you as you leave, but he didn’t say anything - much like the physical abuse at school, he just let it happen.

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You arrived a bit later than usual to school the next day. The idea to suddenly stay up and stick a bunch of post-it notes on your wall didn’t seem worth it when you were feeling it now.

After running into Jay and seeing the dads being connected, you decided that writing details down and being able to take a step back would’ve given you some clarification, or an eureka moment. But nothing came to mind as you’d finished putting it all up and stared at it as if the post-its would magically grow a mouth and tell you itself.

To be fair, you didn’t have a lot of information yet. The more you gathered, the more the wall would hopefully make sense. One thing you knew for certain though was that you’d be a bit more distant with Soobin, or rather on guard.

Ignoring him completely would be suspicious, asking him directly could go either way; if he’s innocent, he might try to persuade you why you can trust him, and well if he’s not, then he’ll tell the others and you’d be fucked. At the same time, you couldn’t be exactly as friendly and willing to get close to him as the day before. Because if he worked with them there’s a chance you’d accidentally give him information he could use against you.

Soobin and Yeonjun may not be helping you however the meeting the three of you had, convinced you that you could get revenge all on your own. How hard could it really be?

Everyone keeps everything important in their phones, that was the place to look. Problem was, you hadn’t come up with a plan on how to do it yet without getting caught and time was running out. It wouldn’t be long before they’d ask to see you today and you weren’t the best liar, they’d probably easily sniff out that you were doing something suspicious.

A knock on your desk made you raise your head.

‘’ Slept well, babe? ‘’

You met eyes with the owner of the voice, it was Jay who was leaning over your desk like he owned it.

‘’ What do you want? ‘’

You saw the look on his face change, and even heard the awkward and shocked laughs of the rest of them behind him. It slipped out before you could even stop yourself. Them treating you differently yesterday must’ve made you get overly confident, daring to say whatever since you didn’t think they’d actually do something.

Looking at his jaw clenching, you could tell you definitely shouldn’t have done that.

You didn’t get to say anything before you were dragged up on your feet and once again being forced to walk with them in the halls. The teacher walked by just as you exited, carrying a pile of books.

Your eyes lit up in hope. ‘’ Mrs. Kim! ‘’

But it quickly went out as your cry for help was ignored. She went inside the classroom, taking one last look back with a face of disapproval to Ni-ki who was closest before slamming the door shut.

Your legs almost gave in when they forced you to keep going again, the one last hope being taken out so quickly felt depressing.

‘’ Do you not have legs? Move. ‘’ Sunghoon shouted.

You picked up your feet, following their speed that seemed to have some urgency to it. They didn’t bother dragging out the walk to the gym like they usually did; which usually occurred because after the first few times they realised that it made you get more terrified if they taunted you by walking excruciatingly slow.

When you reached your destination, they didn’t care to put on a show of passing the key to the ones in the front either. Jake pushed through and unlocked it, pushing it open unbotheredly.

You were taken to the plinth that had almost become your designated seat in this premise. Not fighting back meant they didn’t have to use much strength to get you up on it and after doing so, the two usual guys who held you down didn’t come to either sides of you - somehow making it feel a lot more threatening when you had to face all of them.

It was as if they were confident, almost certain that if you would try to make a run for it, they would catch you in no time.

‘’ Someone was being a little slut yesterday, huh? ‘’

Your mouth hung open at the unexpected attack. ‘’ What? ‘’

‘’ Soobin? ‘’ you scoffed and rolled your eyes.

Of course they’d be jealous over such a small thing. Even if Soobin was helping you, the seven of them would’ve been so blinded by jealousy and posessiveness that they would’ve missed something that was right in front of them.

‘’ Jay saw you leave his house. ‘’

‘’ We didn’t do anything. ‘’ you sceamed, feeling panic flare up when you saw what looked like the curling iron in the corner of your eye.

Jungwon ticked his tongue in annoyance, giving you a look to shut you up.

‘’ You barely want to kiss us but you’re happy to spread your legs for the newcomer on the first day? ‘’ Jake muttered, looking the angriest you’d ever seen him before.

You clenched your teeth, biting down any insults you wanted to throw at them. They were clearly just adding more fuel to the fire, knowing how hard it was for you to stay quiet. But then, they also did look genuinely angry and jealous so you’d get punished even if you didn’t say a word back.

‘’ Do you have proof? ‘’

‘’ Proof? ‘’ Ni-ki sneered, sounding like he couldn’t believe his ears. ‘’ Did you expect us to creep or something? ‘’

‘’ She’d probably like that kind of stuff. ‘’ Heeseung joked, earning a few chuckles from the others.

When you glared at him he smirked and winked at you.

‘’ What other reason could you have for going to his house? ‘’ Jungwon said, not the slightest amused by the others joking around.

He looked serious and observed you while waiting for the answer.

‘’ Studying? ‘’

‘’ On the first day of meeting him? ‘’

You closed your mouth, realising they had a point. Whatever fake story you’d come up with, it didn’t sound convincing at all.

‘’ Yeah…he wanted to hang out and stuff, we clicked really well. ‘’ your attempt to shrug it off and try to lie casually made Jay snicker.

He stepped closer and you avoided his accusative look.

‘’ Why did you look so flustered when you saw me then? ‘’

‘’ I- just didn’t expect to see you there. ‘’

He hummed.

‘’ Your cheeks weren’t red from something else? ‘’

‘’ Jay! ‘’

You stared at him, looking very offended and feeling embarrassed as just as he mentioned; your cheeks heated up in this moment too.

‘’ Ah, Jay. You’ve made our princess flustered. ‘’ Heeseung fake-pouted.

Jake stepped forward next, in between your two dangling legs. Leaning into your ear, he whispered. ‘’ You know it’s coming, so if you kiss me without fighting back, they’ll be a bit more lenient on you. ‘’

You sighed and hesitantly nodded, feeling happy it wasn’t Sunghoon or Heeseung at least. His breath ghosted over your neck as he leaned in and you mentally prepared for the kiss.

Without warning he suddenly dived straight for your lips. He seemed very eager, like he’d been holding himself back from passionately kissing you or touching you like this for a very long time.

You let him take the lead, but his aggressiveness quickly made you out of breath. Your hand that was resting on his shoulder clenched around the fabric of his jacket.

He felt it and pulled away, a sly smile on his face but looking quite unapologetic. Moving to join the rest of the group, he left space for Ni-ki to step forward.

You blinked in confusion. ‘’ Ni-ki? ‘’

He had never hurt you before. Although they tried and had made Sunoo do it twice, counting the one that left you with permanent burn marks; Ni-ki never seemed to have an interest in it.

Like Heeseung, he mostly hung around the basketball hoop but never kissed you like the older male occasionally did either. You often times wondered if he was just there out of loyalty to his friends, and not because he shared the same feelings for you.

The youngest didn’t say anything but he looked slightly amused at your reaction. You hadn’t even been this close to him before, he was even more terrifying up close with him towering over you despite you sitting on the plinth.

Jungwon gave him something, a cylinder of some sort. You weren’t sure what it was since it was impossible to read the label. Whatever it was caused Sunghoon to laugh expectantly behind him. His dilated pupils grew even larger in size with sadistic excitement.

Ni-ki twisted the top of the cylinder, and just then Jake and Jay came to either sides of you like they were used to doing. That made you get very nervous, so you attempted to lift your hips to squirm out of their grasp. It had no effect whatsoever except for making you skirt ride up; which was quickly pulled down by the perverted hands of Jake.

‘’ What is that? ‘’ you said, breathlessly.

He answered by suddenly grabbing your wrist and pouring the contents on it. A burning sensation immediately washed over your body, making you scream out in agony.

It felt like it was never stopping. You didn’t even notice when Ni-ki pulled away, because it kept feeling like the skin was still on fire. Slowly your hiccuped, panicked breaths slowed down.

The tears on your face were wiped away by someone, you weren’t sure who; the shock from the pain had worn you out completely, so now your body had slumped against Jay who was holding you up.

Even so, you managed to see through your bleary vision that Sunoo approached next. Immediately the fighting spirit came back to your body and Jake seemed to know by your widened eyes that you would try to thrash around again.

‘’ It’s just water. ‘’ he assured you.

Sunoo could barely look at you. His face was twisted like he himself was in pain, or like he felt disgusted by the wound - he barely looked at it either, quickly dumping a towel into a bucket of water and holding it over your burns while only glancing at you occasionally.

You grit your teeth at the sensation, holding in the urge to groan. It didn’t burn like before, but still stung very unpleasantly.

Sunoo lifted the towel and checked, retreating when he had quickly scanned it and decided it was good enough. The salt probably wasn’t all removed though and you felt bitter thinking about how it would continue to hurt, serving as a reminder of this meeting.

‘’ Let’s go back now. ‘’ Sunghoon said.

The hands around you let go. Jake and Jay jumped down and joined the rest, who turned their back on you. It made you feel even more miserable. They didn’t even look back to see if you had moved from your spot. Maybe they’d even try to kill you one day and do the same, continue walking without caring about your well-being enough to look back and check.

You sighed and raised your head, almost jumping when you were face to face with someone who had stayed behind. ‘’ Sunoo? ‘’

‘’ Sorry- I just felt bad. ‘’

He extended a hand, silently pleading for you to take it and relaxing when you let him help you down. He was very gentle, careful not to touch your wounds which you appreciated.

‘’ I think you can ask the school nurse for pain relief. ‘’

You hummed. ‘’ Maybe. ‘’

He tried to put his arm around your shoulder to support you walking but you shrugged him off. ‘’ I can walk on my own, thanks. ‘’

Your tone seemed to have hurt his feelings, he stared at the ground like he just got slapped.

‘’ I’m not like them, I promise…’’ he silently murmured, so quiet it was almost inaudible.

‘’ What? ‘’

‘’ Me and Ni-ki don’t like hurting you. ‘’

You scoffed. Was he trying to make you feel bad for him? As if he wasn’t their friend by choice and enjoyed kissing you even when you didn’t want to.

‘’ So you’re a fucking pushover. ‘’ you spat out sourly.

‘’ No! Not like that. ‘’ Sunoo cried out, ‘’ It’s a lot more complicated. ‘’

‘’ Then help me understand. ‘’

You two started to walk but you can sense that he kept glancing in front to see if the rest of them would turn back, or were listening in on your conversation.

‘’ I don’t think they would like it very much if I told you. ‘’

‘’ Why? ‘’

‘’ I…don’t know. They don’t think I can be trusted to handle you. ‘’

You watched him for a few seconds in silence, a smile tugged at your lips as a thought popped into your mind - maybe Sunoo was the key in.

‘’ That’s not very nice. ‘’ you started, softening your tone to sound more compassionate.

‘’ I think your heart is just a bit bigger than theirs. Not everyone acts on logic, not everyone can be the same. ‘’

He smiled slightly, but didn't look too convinced. You had exited the gym hall now and a sense of urgency hit you as you were starting to walk down the hall.

‘’ I’m the same. Maybe…you and I are just a bit different. ‘’ you rounded the first corner. ‘’ But there’s nothing wrong with that. ‘’

You looked to him for confirmation and smiled when you saw that he didn’t look as tense anymore. He seemed to be taking in what you were saying and processing it quietly.

‘’ How did you meet them? ‘’

Sunoo hesitated.

‘’ Me and Ni-ki met at an orphanage. He was adopted by a Korean couple in Japan after his parents died, but they got into a car-accident almost immediately upon returning. So he went back, to the orphanage. ‘’

You shoved down the real sympathy you felt now, reminding yourself of their true character by glancing down at your arms.

‘’ And what happened next? ‘’

Your unexpectedly sweet voice took him by surprise, his cheeks heated up and he almost rambled the next information.

‘’ Well, when we turned eighteen the orphanage weren’t responsible for us anymore. We became homeless but promised to stick together. ‘’

He grimaced. ‘’ We had no choice but to do some street-fighting for money. ‘’

Your eyes widened.

‘’ That’s illegal. ‘’

‘’ I know. ‘’ he sighed, sounding ashamed.

You rounded the second corner together, voices echoing down the abandoned hall.

‘’ Ni-ki trained so he did the fighting while I dealt with the money. We met at one of the fights, he was there with his dad who likes to gamble. Ever since, they’ve let us stay at their houses and taken really good care of us. They’re like the family we never had, I guess. ‘’ he shrugged.

You took in what he said, eyebrows furrowing.

‘’ Who- ‘’

You rounded the third corner.

Sunoo suddenly gasped and came to a halt, his shoes screeching. You looked up and almost felt the blood in your veins freeze. It was Sunghoon. Leaning against the wall with his arms and looking relaxed like he had expected you two. His stoic face changed into a smirk upon seeing your reactions that very much screamed,

‘ we’re guilty ‘

Quickly the boy beside you scrambled to join his elder’s side. The million apologies and excuses that spilled out of his mouth go ignored.

‘’ What were you guys talking about? ‘’

You relaxed a bit. It seemed like he hadn’t heard enough to draw a conclusion, unless of course he was only pretending.

‘’ Nothing really. ‘’

He nodded his head sarcastically. ‘’ Oh, right. ‘’

‘’ I just told her me and Ni-ki lived at an orphanage. ‘’

Sunghoon finally trained his eyes on the stressed Sunoo beside him, eyes narrowing at his words. ‘’ Why would you do that? ‘’

‘’ I just felt bad and- ‘’

‘’ We have an agreement. ‘’ he interrupted. ‘’ Do you think the others will be happy with you? ‘’

‘’ No. ‘’ Sunoo’s head fell.

‘’ Let’s go. ‘’

Sungoon cast one last annoyed look at you before wrapping his arm around Sunoo’s shoulder protectively, leading him towards the classroom.

You followed some time after and entered quietly. A hand tapped at your desk and you had almost forgotten about Soobin until you turned over and saw his worried face.

‘’ Where were you? ‘’

‘’ Where was I? Where were you? ‘’ you hit back, suddenly feeling unexplainably angry at seeing him.

If he was in the classroom when class started, he might’ve been able to stop you from being dragged away. You couldn’t help but direct your anger and frustration from what you had just gone through to the poor newcomer.

He blinked at you. ‘’ I woke up late. ‘’

His eyes traveled down to your sleeves again, which you had pulled down just before reaching the classroom. He was quiet as he chewed on his lips, seemingly trying to analyze your sudden behavior. Then he glanced at your bullies, who stared right back at him, looking very smug.

‘’ Did they hurt you? ‘’

‘’ Please…’’ you sighed in annoyance, exhaustion overtaking you so you return to laying your head down on the cold bench. ‘’ Leave me alone. ‘’

You were sure it hurt his heart to hear that but you couldn’t care in that moment. All you wanted to do was lay there on the bench; until the voices of others faded as they all left. Maybe one could lay there for all eternity, forever only listening to the world through the vibrations of the wood. Your head turned away from Soobin just as the first hot tears streamed down your face.

You were thinking of going to the rooftop again.

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he makes you insecure

Yoongi x f!reader

Genre: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort

WC: 3.5k

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tw: unhealthy eating habits, bad body image

nothing too detailed but just bc this can be a very sensitive topic to some!! that being said, im not trying to romanticize unhealthy eating habits or anything like that. as someone who has struggled with these things, fics like these hit a little close to home. but that’s what makes them all the more comforting to me and i hope this fic will have the same effect for anyone that also may also relate. plz be kind to yourself and your body, it’s beautiful and does so much for u!! lots of love, take care 💜💜

Coming off the stage, the soreness of Yoongi’s shoulder becomes harder to ignore as the high of finishing yet another successful concert starts to wear off. After the long hours of practice and leaving it all on the stage, it all seems to catch up to him all at once as he keeps his head down to hide his grimace.

As soon as Yoongi steps foot backstage, he’s immediately knocked back a few steps as you run into his chest. “You were amazing!” you breathe out as you wrap your arms around his neck, engulfing him in a warm hug. Wrapping his good arm around your waist and hiding his face in the crook of your neck, Yoongi grits his teeth and breathes in your comforting scent to help him bear the pain.

Handing him a water bottle, you gently brush his sweaty hair away from his forehead as he gulps down the cool liquid. “You work so hard,” you tell him with a gentle smile, “I’m so proud of you.” For a while, the pain in Yoongi’s shoulder is pushed to the back of his mind in your presence. He practically purrs as you gently play with his hair, closing his eyes and subconsciously leaning into your hand.

Basking in your attention, Yoongi’s moment of peace is interrupted when the maknaes come running over, wanting your praise as well. Your attention is stolen away from Yoongi as you turn to the maknaes, showering them with compliments and giving all of them pats on the head. No longer having your touch to distract him from the pain, Yoongi brings a hand to his shoulder and rubs at it while nobody’s looking.

When you all arrive back at the hotel, you decide to get started on dinner while they go on V-live to talk to ARMY. Just as you set the last plate on the table, they all burst into your and Yoongi’s hotel room. “Mmmh!” Jungkook exclaims, “It smells good!” You giggle as his nose guides him to the food, his eyes going wide when they land on the table.

Taking a seat, Hoseok looks up at you in amazement, “Wah, it looks so delicious!” Laughing as you wave off all their compliments, you suddenly feel an arm wrap around you as Yoongi comes up behind you, giving you a slight squeeze in thanks before sitting down next to you. Thanking you one last time, they all dig in, moans of satisfaction filling the room.

When everyone finishes up, you refuse all their help to wash the dishes. “You all worked so hard today, the least I could do is wash the dishes!” you insist. “But you already cooked-” Seokjin starts to argue but you interrupt him. “No buts! Out of the kitchen! You guys need to rest,” you stand your ground, pushing him out of the kitchen and towards the door.

Sighing in defeat, they thank you one last time before wishing you goodnight and heading back to their rooms. Closing the door behind them, you walk back into the kitchen only to find Yoongi by the sink. “And what do you think you’re doing?” you ask, an accusatory tone in your voice as you place your hands on your hips and frown at him. “Washing the dishes?” he answers as he reaches for the gloves.

You grab the gloves before Yoongi can, defensively holding them behind your back and out of his reach. “When I said you guys need to rest, that included you too,” you tell him, a slight pout to your lips and a small furrow in your brow that he found absolutely adorable. Knowing better than to argue with your stubborn nature, Yoongi raises his hands in defeat as he backs away from the sink.

Letting out a small “Hmph,” as you put the gloves on, you turn your back to him as you start washing the dishes. But you freeze when you feel his lips press a kiss to your temple. Yoongi’s not the most affectionate guy as he prefers to show his love in other, quieter ways, so moments like these always catch you off guard.

“Cute,” he breathes out as he chuckles at your blushing cheeks and ears. “Hurry up and go shower already,” you mumble, willing your face and ears to stop burning. With a grin on his face, Yoongi finally leaves you to wash the dishes. Listening to his retreating footsteps, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. No matter how long you’ve been together, Yoongi always manages to surprise you and make your heart flutter.

Flicking on the lights, Yoongi steps into the hotel bathroom, closing the door behind him. Taking a deep breath, he takes a moment to brace himself before attempting to undress. Letting out a hiss of pain as he raises his arm, a few curses escape Yoongi’s lips as he pulls his shirt over his head. Dropping it onto the floor, he lets out a breath of relief. The hardest part was over.

Discarding the rest of his clothes, Yoongi steps into the shower. He rolls his shoulder as the hot water streams down his body, relaxing all his muscles. He realizes that without your comforting presence, the pain in his shoulder is more apparent than ever, and he can only hope you finish doing the dishes soon so you can hold him in your arms.

Your heart has calmed down by the time you dry the last plate, placing it back in the cupboards before hanging the towel back in its place. You enter the bedroom just as Yoongi exits the bathroom, lazily rubbing at his hair with a towel. You silently reach out to him, asking him for the towel. Placing it in your hand, his head drops forward to rest his forehead on your shoulder as you gently dry his hair.

Nearly falling asleep with how exhausted and relaxed he is, he lets out a whine and wraps his good arm around your waist when you start to pull away. “Yoongi,” you giggle when he pulls you flush against him, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. He was being more affectionate than usual today, not that you were complaining, but you had to shower.

“What’s with you today?” you ask curiously as you pull away enough to look at his face. A groan is the only answer you get, pulling a breathy laugh out of you. “I have to shower Yoongi,” you tell him as he reluctantly lets you go, “I’ll only be a few minutes.” Walking over to the bed, Yoongi closes his eyes as he lays down, counting the seconds until you return to him.

Coming out of the bathroom freshly showered, you spot Yoongi laying on the bed with an arm thrown over his eyes. A mischievous smile forms on your face as you quietly creep up to his side of the bed. Jumping onto his unsuspecting form, you giggle as you hear Yoongi let out an “oof,” at the impact. “You’re so heavy,” he groans, weakly trying to shove you off with one arm.

Your smile falters for a second at his comment, but you’re quick to brush it off. Yoongi’s always been a complainer, and you take his seemingly half-hearted attempt at pushing you off as a sign that he doesn’t really mean it. You laugh as you lay your head on his shoulder, wanting to indulge in the affectionate mood he seems to be in today.

“Seriously, get off. You’re crushing me,” he says coldly, all the playfulness gone from his voice. It feels like you’re hit with a bucket of cold water, scrambling to get off of Yoongi as if his touch burned you. His eyes are shut tight as his face turns into a grimace, quickly turning away so you can’t see his pained expression. But he also misses the way your face crumples, tears quickly welling in your eyes.

You stare at him, wide-eyed as he leans on one elbow, turned away from you so all you can see is his back. You couldn’t see his face, but you could imagine the angry expression he must be wearing if he can’t even look at you. Yoongi was never the type to yell, so you know you must have really messed up to reach the end of Yoongi’s usually never-ending patience.

In reality, Yoongi is holding his shoulder with one hand, biting back a curse because of the shooting pain in his shoulder. He isn’t mad at you, he could never be. And he would never say such a thing so carelessly, he wasn’t even fully aware of what he said because, in the moment, the only thing he could focus on was the pain in his shoulder.

“I’m sorry I didn’t know-” you cut yourself off, not wanting to even finish the sentence. I didn’t know I was that heavy. You were comfortable in your own skin, especially because Yoongi never failed to make you feel loved. But body image is a fragile thing that can be broken just like that if you’re not careful with your words.

Suddenly feeling sick, you clamber off the bed and run into the bathroom, locking the door behind you. Staring at yourself in the mirror, you can’t stop the tears that start falling from your eyes as you suddenly see a million things you don’t like about the reflection in the mirror.

When the pain finally starts to subside, Yoongi rolls back onto his back, letting out a breath of relief. He patiently waits for you to return to him, snapping in and out of consciousness as he tries his best to stay awake and wait for you.

Splashing your face with cold water and taking a few breaths to calm yourself down, you do your best to avoid looking in the mirror as you make your way out of the washroom. When you climb back into bed, Yoongi already has his arms open, waiting for you to snuggle into his chest like you always do. But this time, you don’t. You lay about an arm’s distance away-which is much too far for Yoongi’s liking-with your knees pulled to your chest.

Yoongi’s brows furrow in confusion at your strange behaviour and he can’t shake the feeling deep in his gut that something is wrong. But he’s exhausted from the concert and knowing that he has another one to perform the next day, Yoongi decides to leave you be for now, not because he doesn’t care enough but because that’s simply his nature. He never makes you feel rushed or pressured with his infinite patience, always willing to wait as long as you need.

As the days go on and the concerts continue, it’s become routine for everyone to crash at your room for dinner, not that you minded. They never failed to make sure you knew how much they love and appreciate your cooking, and watching them enjoy your food just warms your heart.

Yoongi takes his usual seat next to you at the dining table, grabbing some food and cutting it up for you before placing it in your bowl. It was his was one of his silent forms of love to make sure you’re eating well. But your appetite has been lost ever since Yoongi made that comment about your weight, and suddenly the food doesn’t look that good to you anymore.

Yoongi’s hurt and a little offended when you take the pieces of meat he cut up for you and place them into Jungkook’s bowl. But he’s more concerned about how much of it you’re actually eating compared to how much you’re giving to Jungkook. Yoongi’s very attentive to you and your needs and he has a pretty good idea of how much you usually eat, but you haven’t even eaten half of what you usually do.

Yoongi watches you out of the corner of his eye as you place your chopsticks down, signifying that you were done eating even though there was still food left in your bowl. “Not hungry?” he mumbles as he raises his eyebrows in question. You shake your head as you give him a small smile. “I was snaking while making dinner,” you lie smoothly, chucking sheepishly to make the act convincing.

But your answer doesn’t ease Yoongi as much as it should because he can feel that something is off. Not wanting to press in front of everyone, he accepts your answer for now but he takes note of how the amount of food you eat becomes less and less.

Arriving at the hotel after the final concert, you all head up to your room as usual where the guys will crash in the living room while you head into the kitchen to start cooking. But you’re pleasantly surprised to find the table already filled with food-you’re favourite food-when you walk in through the door. “You’ve worked hard too and we wanted to thank you for everything you’ve done for us,” Namjoon explains.

“You guys didn’t have to,” you tell them, touched by their actions. “But we wanted to!” Hoseok insists. “Now come on,” Seokjin says as guides you to the table, pulling out a chair and gently pushing down on your shoulders to make you sit down, “Let’s eat. Yoongi got all your favourites.”

Jungkook and Jimin run to get the kitchen to grab plates and utensils while the rest open all the food on the table. You excitedly kick your legs under the table, your eyes practically sparkling as you excitedly look at all the food. Pulling out the chair next to you, a small smile appears on Yoongi’s face as he watches you fondly.

But his expression melts into one of confusion when your face suddenly seems to fall and all your excitement comes to a halt. “Is something wrong?” he asks gently as he accepts a bowl from Jungkook and places it in front of you. Your head snaps up to meet his eyes, not realizing that he was watching you. “Oh, no, everything’s great! Thank you for this!” you shake his worries off, plastering a smile on your face.

The food smelled and looked so delicious and you were just so excited to eat all of it. But then you remembered that you were trying to lose some weight and you couldn’t eat as much as you wanted to. And of course, Yoongi noticed that one moment you let your expression fall.

You begin to sweat under Yoongi’s intense stare, feeling like he can read you like an open book. But then he’s suddenly looking away, reaching for your favourite foods and placing them in your bowl. “Eat, you must be hungry,” he says simply. Picking up your chopsticks, you bring a piece up to your mouth, chewing slowly and making sure to savour each bite as a lone tear escapes your eye, but you’re quick to wipe it away before anyone can see.

“I’m so full,” Hoseok says as he leans back in his chair, patting his stomach. “Me too, Hyung,” Jimin agrees, pushing his bowl away because he can’t eat anymore. Jungkook happily takes Jimin’s bowl and finishes what he couldn’t, making sure no food goes to waste. You all watch fondly as the maknae eats to his heart’s content, making an angry face because of how good the food is. There’s nothing more satisfying than seeing your loved ones eating well.

“We better start packing, we have an early flight tomorrow,” Seokjin says as he stands from his chair, starting to gather all the plates and bowls. “Don’t worry about that,” you say as you stand from your chair as well, holding your hand out to take the plates from Seokjin, “You guys go pack, I’ll clean the dishes.”

But he holds the plates up and out of your reach as he shakes his head at you, “You’ve done the dishes every time, let us do it for once.” You’re about to protest when Hoseok takes the dishes from Seokjin and heads for the kitchen, “It’ll be done faster if we all help anyway.” Pouting in defeat, you’re about to follow them into the kitchen when Yoongi gently grabs your hand and pulls you away into the living room.

Wordlessly, he lays on the couch before pulling you down to lie on his chest. Panic washes over you as you try to keep your weight off of him but your arms start to grow tired so you attempt to get off of him. But this only causes Yoongi to wrap his arms around you tighter, pulling you close until there’s not a centimetre of space left between you two. “Relax,” he tells you, gently stroking your back to try and help you calm down.

Reluctantly laying your head on his chest, your heartbeat slows as your heart starts to beat in sync with Yoongi’s calm one. You listen to his heartbeat in one ear and the chaos going on in the kitchen with the other. You can hear Seokjin and Hoseok yelling as the maknaes laugh, no doubt starting a water fight while washing the dishes. “Come on! How old are you?” you can’t help but giggle when you hear Namjoon whine. When they finally finish, they let you know the dishes are done and that they’re leaving, wishing you two goodnight before you hear the door shut.

You and Yoongi lay in peaceful silence, simply enjoying each other’s presence after such a busy time. Suddenly, Yoongi’s deep voice rumbles through his chest. “You’ve gotten lighter,” he simply observes, giving you an opening to let out whatever’s on your mind, but only if you want to. It’s a simple but caring gesture and before you know it, your eyes are brimming with tears.

Hiding your face in his chest, you let your tears fall and soak into his shirt as he simply holds you. “I just wanted to lose some weight,” you admit, voice watery. You hadn’t realized how much it was taking a toll on you until it all became too much for you to hold in. “Why would you want to do that?” he asks gently, not in a way of judgment, but simply wanting to understand you.

You shrug your shoulders at his question, “You said I was heavy.” Yoongi’s heart clenches at how small you sound and he curses himself for being so careless with his words. You were his light on his darkest days, his safe space, and just your comforting touch could wash all his pains away. You were his everything, and Yoongi will never forgive himself for making you feel like anything less, for letting you forget just how much he loves you; all of you.

He tightens his hold around you, hoping the action will help you understand just how precious you are to him. “I’m sorry,” he whispers into your hair, “I never meant it like that and I shouldn’t have been so insensitive.” You shake your head at his apology as you snuggle further into him to communicate your forgiveness. Yoongi was the softest and gentlest person you’ve ever met. He’s never once raised his voice at you and you know he would never say anything with malicious intent.

“Don’t go on a diet. I don’t want a single gram of you leaving this Earth,” he says gently. “So cheesy,” you mumble into his chest. “Whatever,” he grumbles as he sits up to hide his burning cheeks, “Come on, I was able to grab some of your favourites before Jungkook could eat them.”

And you can’t say no as he secures his hands underneath you before standing up and carrying you to the kitchen where he places you on the counter. A fond smile forms on your face as you watch Yoongi move around the kitchen, silently heating up and plating your food with care. He may not be a man of many words, but you’ve always believed that actions speak louder than words and Yoongi’s actions spoke volumes.

You’re so enamoured by him that you only snap out of your trance when Yoongi comes to stand between your legs, his large, warm hands gently rubbing up and down the tops of your thighs. When Yoongi sees that you’re back with him, he picks up a piece of food with some chopsticks, holding his hand underneath as he lightly blows on it.

You accept the piece he holds out for you, letting out a sound of contentment and happily kicking your legs as you finally allow yourself to really enjoy it. Yoongi’s heart is full as you happily eat every bite he holds out for you until the bowl is empty. “I’m so full,” you breathe out as he places the bowl down. “Good,” he says as he once again wraps your legs around his waist and lifts you off the counter, “The best time to go to sleep is when you’re full.”

Carried back to the bedroom by Yoongi, you quickly fall asleep with your heart and stomach full, and Yoongi’s arms full of you, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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sssigil · 2 years

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Diet Mountain Dew 2

Second part to this !

warnings: dom Ethan, spitting, p in v, degrading, praising, oral f receiving, dumbification kinda?, unprotected sex (don't do that plz), breeding if u squint, he basically fucks your brains out, think that's it lol. tell me if I miss anything, ENJOYY :3

"Gonna have so much fun with you angel" Ethan said kissing your forehead "mhmm" you said dumbly. "here's what we're gonna do" he said as he picked you up, you wrapped both your legs around his waist for support looking at him in the eyes just to pull him into another messy kiss. Both your hands were holding his cheeks trying to bring him even more impossibly close. "calm down baby, there will be enough kissing in a bit let's just get you ready mkay?" you felt him walk to his bed, setting you down.

you laid there admiring him above you, he was finally taking off his shirt, you could finally see what you've been wanting to see. I mean holy fuck you've been touching yourself to the thought of him every time you had the chance. "that's so cute and pathetic princess" Ethan laughed now above you looking directly in your eyes then to your lips back to your eyes "gonna fuck you stupid" you whined loudly at his comment but silenced by his lips, you felt him bite your bottom lip making you gasp letting him finally force his tongue in your mouth.

you wanted nothing more but for him to finally take you then and there. "please" you begged Ethan mouth still occupied with his but it didn't matter you just wanted him to get straight to the point. "yea yea I got you bunny I got you" now directing him mouth from your lips to you neck leaving wet kisses down your neck, dragging his teeth as he left marks. You hurried to take off this very tight shirt that kept you from feeling his skin on yours. "so fuckin pretty" Ethan groaned as he kept directing his kisses down your chest making sure to take off your bra off and finally fucking finally have him suck on your nipples. Using his tongue to caress them then using his teeth to playfully bite them "ow" you whined "don't be a brat I know you're a little pain slut" he said as proceeds to do the exact same thing to your other nipple leaving them both red from his rough treatment.

"kay now this is what you wanted huh, this is what you've been waiting for" now he was finally laying there on his stomach looking up at you with a smirk from in between your legs "beg" his tone cold, eyes dark but with a glint of playfulness. "want it please want it so bad please please please" he's been teasing you so much I mean he hasn't even tried to touch you where you've been craving him the most. "touch you where hmm? I mean im touching you don't be stupid, tell me where bunny" he cooed in a mean tone "touch me please touch my pussy want it so bad want you please" you babled literally no single thought in your fuzzy brain you just wanted him, his mouth, his fingers, his cock, just him.

"atta girl" he praised before using his index to rub your clit over your cotton panties teasing you. "ill be keeping these" he said removing your panties and setting them under his pillow, literally so disgusting you think you'd say but your cunt gushed even more, you could feel yourself clench at the thought of him using your panties to get off on like a perv. "such a pretty little pussy, ready to be used by me hmm?" he questioned you but he did not wait for you to answer no you could feel him use his tongue to run up and down your labia. His tongue felt so good and warm against your cunt even more when he decided to fuck your hole with it, licking inside then coming back out to wrapped his lips around your tiny button sucking and applying a good amount of pressure on it. "taste soo good" he whined really loving the taste of you. You felt extremely overwhelmed with his treatment, thighs shaking, hands shaking but still making their way into his curls. "gonna cum" you moaned loudly feeling his fingers now prodding at your hole. "open your eyes, look at me" Ethan commanded wanting to see your face as u came. You looked down at him seeing his big brown eyes study your face "there we go bunny, now come for me" you whined at his command but did not fail him. You came hard , vision going white as if you were in cloud nine, and him well Ethan was living for this. He still had his mouth on you, his lips sucking on your clit and his fingers fucking into you as you came riding out the orgasm you were having. "good fucking girl" mouth now detached from your pulsing clit but fingers still slowly fucking you. "please please just fuck me please" begging in such a pathetic whiny tone. "just cause you asked so nicely" he stated.

Now your legs were being bent over his shoulders, he was manhandling you into a position you didn't think you could do. He stroked himself using his spit and your juices, trying to lube himself up for you "open your mouth" he said sticking his fingers into your mouth making u gag around them, gathering enough of your spit. "you look so cute like this" he spoke, you were looking at him with tears in your eyes. "okay that's enough" pulling his fingers out your mouth and direct them towards his cock, wrapping his hands around them slicking up his cock even more. "now be a good girl and be quite" you were confused and before you asked he insert himself in one swift motion bottoming out. "fuck" he groaned and you moaned a little too loud for his liking "shhh" hand now placed on your mouth to keep you quite "you're so warm and so fucking tight, fuck" moaning and whining loudly as he felt you from the inside. You can feel him start to pick up his pace, he had let his hand fall from your mouth to the pillow beside you now pressing his chest against yours. You were being folded in half by the way he pressed up against you, you could feel every vein on his cock, could feel his tip rub against that spot that had you arching your back and whining . "you're so deep, can feel you in my tummy" you moaned making him groan against you using his other hand to push your head towards his to kiss you so messy and rough. When he finally let go of your mouth he had to get a good look of you. You had tears streaming down your soft cheeks, lips red from being bitten to stay quite and from his kisses, your hair all messy under you but he still thought you were the most beautiful girl ever.

His thrust became more deeper and harder the more you moaned and whined. You hadn't ever noticed but you had drool dripping from the corner of your mouth, god he really is fucking you stupid. "silly bunny you're drooling, you really love this don't you" keeping his pace as he spoke to you. "love you, love this so much" you spoke in babels, you brain was to fuzzy to even realize what you had said but Ethan heard you and it riled him up even more. He kept a nice pace, fucking up into you using the hand that was holding your head to slide down in between your bodies to rub your little nub in tight little circles. "cum for me baby, cum." he demanded and you obeyed, you came gushing all around his cock, back arching even more against him as your walls spasm around him, breathing heavily letting out little uh uhs ridding out the best fucking orgasm you've ever had. thank yous can be heard coming out of your mouth from every thrust he gave trying to reach his own high "cum for me Ethan, cum inside me please please cum for me" you spoke in a soft voice. He took a few more thrust and finally bottoming himself inside you and cumming. "fuck soo good" he whimpered knowing it was inside you, your warm wet cunt was now claimed by him, he felt proud. "now your mine. You're my cute little bunny" his giggled out loud but yes you now belong to him, officially.

Your hands had been running through his curls as you and Ethan laid on his bed, mind still hazy from the sex. His head laid on your tummy looking up at you with a smile and you smiled back. This is so wrong, but it feels so right.

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry imagine #ghost face x reader #scream 6 #scream movie

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viridescent-din · 2 years

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favorite food

you and joel discuss life before the outbreak, and he shares a bit more than you expected.

no warnings apply. just some very sweet (though melancholic) borderline domestic joel and reader bonding time <3

btw i am NOT sponsored by shipley’s do-nuts and shipley’s do-nuts: plz don’t sue me

“I think she’s finally out,” you quietly tell Joel. He turns in his sleeping bag, looking across the dying fire at Ellie’s sleeping form. He frowns, but not entirely in annoyance. You can see traces of affection etched into Joel’s face.

“First real meal in weeks. Makes sense she’d go right to sleep,” he says, then glances at you. “Good catch, by the way.” Warmth blooms in your chest at Joel’s approval. You shrug.

“I do feel kind of bad for that bunny, but...” you trail off, looking at Ellie once again.

“She’s more important,” Joel says, surprising you with the gentleness in his tone.

“Yeah,” you agree. The two of you are silent, the air suddenly seeming heavy. You know Joel feels this, too: the affection building in both of you for Ellie. You liked her from the start, but that fondness is becoming palpable. It’s the same for Joel, and you’re sure it’s harder for him to reconcile with. “Hey,” you say, trying to lighten the mood. “If you could have any meal in the world, what would it be? Like, what was your favorite food before all this?” Joel looks at you, brow set, and you realize how stupid you are for bringing up the world before it went to shit. But to your surprise, Joel doesn’t chastise you.

“C’mere,” he says, making room in his sleeping bag. You blink.

“What -”

“I’ll answer yer question,” Joel begins to exaggerate his drawl to get a smile out of you. You shake your head, looking at the ground. “But not from all the way over here. I don’t want to wake her up,” Joel glances one more time at Ellie. “She needs her sleep.” You nod, but still don’t move. Joel tilts his head back, gesturing for you to come closer. “I don’t bite.”

Before you can even stop the thought, it flashes through your mind. What if I want you to?

You shove the thought away, making your way to Joel. Your whole body is screaming at you as you slip into his sleeping bag, red alerts of this is it! It’s happening! sounding in your brain. You try to ignore them. You lay on your side, facing Joel, and he does the same. You blink.

“Warm enough?” He asks, practically whispering. You just nod. “Good.” Joel lets out a long sigh. “My favorite food... Well, I can’t remember the last time I ate it, because I was Atkins when this all happened -”

“Wait, what?” You ask, interrupting Joel. “You were on Atkins? You?”

“Now what’s so hard to believe about that?” Joel counters, borderline offended. You let out a short laugh.

“Nothing, I guess, I just... I can’t imagine you caring about that sort of thing.” You leave out the fact that you think Joel is the most handsome man you’ve seen.

“Diets could be for health you know.”

“From what I’ve heard, that one wasn’t.” Joel lets out a chuckle.

“No, I suppose it wasn’t.” He concedes. “Anyway,” he continues. “Texas was one of the states with Shipley’s Do-Nuts. If I remember correctly, the headquarters was somewhere out there.” You listen intently. Joel’s eyes aren’t focused on you, though you can barely tell. The only light is coming from the dying fire. “Every so often, I’d get a coffee, a kolache, and two donuts. See, I’d always hide the second donut from Sarah. She’d start to eat hers, then run away to watch her show, or grab her journal or something - and when she’d come back, I’d of eaten half of it. And she would grumble, saying I had my kolache, and it wasn’t fair for me to eat half of her donut because she didn’t like kolaches, so she couldn’t eat half mine. And every time, I’d pull the second donut out of the cupboard. She knew I’d do that. But she always grumbled anyway, because that was just... it was just...” Joel trails off. “It was just part of what we did.”

You don’t say anything. Joel looks distant, like he’s not entirely here with you. You take a breath.

“Sarah was your daughter, wasn’t she?” You ask carefully, not wanting to press him. Joel tenses.

“She - I always drank my coffee black. But I’d order it with cream from Shipley’s, because it came in these tiny little containers. Sarah loved to pour the cream in for me. So I’d always drink it with cream from there, just because she liked to do that for me.” Joel knits his eyebrows, snapping out of his memories. You watch as he hardens himself, slipping back into the guarded man you know better than the one who just told you about Sarah. You expect Joel to get upset, kick you out of his sleeping bag. But he doesn’t.

“Was she - yes. Smart girl,” he tells you. You shiver at the praise. Joel frowns. “You cold?” You shake your head.

“No,” you say it like you’re telling him a secret. Joel softens.

“Alright,” he murmurs. You curl into yourself. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I -”

“It’s okay.” You don’t let Joel doubt himself anymore than he already does. “I don’t mind.” Joel seems uncomfortable, antsy with the fact he just revealed so much. You swallow. “I don’t remember much from before. I was on a plane when it all happened. And my mom was sort of a health nut, so she packed fruit. I was eating an orange instead of the pretzels the flight attendants handed out. That was how it happened, wasn’t it? The grains.” Joel nods. You continue, hoping hearing about your experience helps Joel with the fact you now know something about his. “My parents didn’t make it off the flight. I don’t know how they managed to keep me safe, but... they did.”

“Did you have any siblings?” Joel asks, a slight rasp to his voice. You meet his eyes.

“My mom had just had a baby,” you tell him. “I was... I was so excited to be an older sibling. I even asked to name it. If I recall correctly, I wanted Cinderella if it was a girl and Prince Charming if it was a boy.” Joel lets out chuckle. You smile at the memory too. The laughter dies down.

“Which was it?” You clench your fists.

“I, um, I don’t remember.” You bite your tongue, tasting blood. You let out a bitter laugh. “Isn’t that fucked up? I don’t remember.” You’re both silent.

“Your,” Joel clears his throat. “Your parents are lucky.” You look at him incredulously, almost glaring. “They are. They managed to save you. That’s all a parent wants: to protect their kid. And your folks did that.”

All a parent wants is to protect their kid. You poke your head out of the sleeping bag, looking at Ellie. The fire is gone now, but you can still make out her form. She’s still sleeping, and safe. You burrow back into Joel’s bag.

“Yeah,” you agree. “I guess so.” Joel’s hands slide over your waist, pulling your back to his chest. He’s so sturdy, emanating warmth. He moves his arm under your head, giving you a pillow of sorts.

“Go to sleep,” he says. “I’ll take first watch.”

“But -”

“I’ll take first watch,” Joel is firm. “I won’t be sleeping tonight, darlin.’”

If Joel wasn’t holding you so tight, you’d be afraid that he’s angry. But instead of shutting you out, he presses his lips to your temple, and tells you he’ll see you in the morning. When you close your eyes, you dream of coffee and donuts.

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simpingland · 1 year

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I WILL BE SEATED FOR YOUR ZALAGON FIC!!!! (plz take all the time u need!!!! I love your writing sm <3)

The Duty To Protect // Aemond Targaryen x Male!Reader. Part 2

Summary: after years as lovers in Essos, the peace is ended when they call for war. Aemond is left with the task of staying in the castle while he has to see the love of his life leave for battle. Angst +fluff. Part 1

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The sharp sound of clashing swords had become distant in your head. Still sweaty from training, the king's words were hard to take in. And you could only think of one person, Aemond. In your imagination a thousand things happened that ended up throwing him to the ground, wounded and dead. And then you felt that you could die too, because then you would never be able to walk around your castle again, or your mountains, or even breathe like before. For more than three years now, all you breathed in and exalted was his essence.

"Son..." said your father, in the sweetest tone you had ever heard him use. "This is your duty, to protect your people. Tell me you understand."

"I understand, father." Something came back to you at the word protect. "And I will do it well. I swear this. But I have a request, and only you can order it."

He accepted your request and patted you lovingly on the shoulder and let you go. But you didn't know where to go. You wanted to go back to your Prince, but on the other hand you wanted to let him enjoy the peace that remained in his mind. So you decided to watch him from the top of the tower, where the view of the training yard let you see how he was still training. You could tell him he was training too hard, but when you trained together, he was anything but productive. You were always his biggest distraction, because you were all about talking, playing with swords and shields, and besides, Aemond felt incapable of causing you any harm. And that also included saying "no" to training together. There were few things he could say no to. And it was for that very reason that you now debated whether to tell him the news now or to delay it. There had to be a way to stop him from flying with you into battle, but Aemond would not leave you alone, and that did not reassure you.

You saw your little sister scamper around the castle, kicking you as she passed behind you and laughing on her way to kick Aemond again. Aemond was able to catch her foot, stopping her and capturing her in his arms.

"Another princess bent on distracting my training, I see," Aemond said as your sister laughed.

"Can you teach me how to fight this time?" she asked, that was her daily question, she asked it at every opportune occasion and the answer was the same.

"You are still very little, but I swear I will teach you." The prince spoke to her as if she was an adult, taking her wishes seriously.

"You always say that. But you only help my brother..." then your sister looked in your direction, and you saw Aemond turn his head as well. You saw his mischievous grin appear.

"That's because your brother doesn't have much talent. He needs it more than you do. And you need to learn to read before you learn to fight."

That made you smile. Many nights, Aemond was slow to return to bed (or often to your bed) because he entertained himself by helping your brothers with their reading. His soft voice soothed them and he had much more patience for them than the maester and septas. Sometimes he would read to you on nights when you found it hard to sleep, and of course, any lesson explained by Aemond was much easier to understand, and you were distracted by that magnificent face of his.

You went down to where he was, and he began to pick up his sword. Your sister disappeared again as she found a playmate.

"I'm sorry she's such a pain," you apologised.

"Don't be silly, I like that she has initiative. You could learn it from her..."

You helped him pack up, and inside the vast weapons store, you and Aemond found yourselves alone. Then, with the morning light streaming in, the solitude of the place and both of you glowing from the exercise, you couldn't help but grab Aemond's cheeks to close the distance with a kiss. It was more intense than those you gave each other outside the walls of your rooms. It was a serene, deep kiss, and your need was palpable. Normally, between training sessions, you were also given to displays of affection, with calculated rubs on his shoulder or face, and the occasional peck when no one was looking. And in the face of that affection, Aemond would only blush and promise to repay you for the distraction in private. But you weren't flirting now.

"What is it, my prince?" Aemond had broken off and watched your face for whatever it was that had affected you.

"Nothing, it's just... I wanted to kiss you."

"Yeah... but there's something else."

You had to tell him. There is no person better qualified in those matters than Aemond. He had noticed it himself, and he would know better than anyone what to tell you to win a battle.

"Braavos doesn't want to negotiate any more. And neither does my father." It was enough for him to understand. And Aemond kept a distance.

"Are we at war?"

"Seven days from now there will be a battle. My father believes we outnumber their men and that the dragons will secure us--"

"Don't go," he interrupted.

"What?"

"Don't go. You can't go, they'll kill you." His tone was curt, bordering on insult.

"I must go. It's my duty as heir." You tried to forget his lack of faith in you.

"Then I will go with you."

"You can't. You must stay here, taking care of my siblings and my mother."

"What am I, a fucking septa?" He began to raise his voice.

"Don't get offended, It's you who thinks I'm not ready for battle."

"The reality is that you shouldn't go, especially not without me."

"The reality is that I am the one who will reign here and I have the power to decide about you."

"Are you ordering me to stay here because I have offended you?"

"I'm ordering you to stay because I don't want to look like a weakling in need of protection in front of the men I'm supposed to protect." That was a half-truth.

"For my duty to you is to be honest with you, and I know that if you leave you will not return."

"They won't dare to kill me on the back of a dragon."

"You could do it. They'd find a way to bring you down. You are distracted, clumsy, and you have never faced men willing to kill you before." Aemond's eyes seemed unwilling to look at you, and he remained overly serious, forcibly serious.

"This is what I have been trained for, and there is nothing that will stop me. Least of all you." You spat that last word at him as an insult, for he was offending you with his every word.

Without looking back, you left that room that held good memories except for this scene. It had not been your first argument, but Aemond had never been one of the dozens of people who doubted your ability. And to see that his biggest complaint at seeing you go was that he thought you were useless was painful enough. The rest of the day was spent avoiding him in the corridors, turning a deaf ear to your name on his lips when he saw you. In the evening, gathered in the room where your father conducted his business, he was able to sit across from you.

You paid little attention to the map, nor to your father's words, but when you turned to look at Aemond, he was attentive. He would certainly make a leader a thousand times better than you, too bad life wasn't the other way around.

"Prince Aemond," your father addressed him, "I presume you have been informed that we wish you to remain guarding the castle and the family."

"Aye, my lord. And so I will. Though it is not a role that makes me feel satisfied, your son needs reinforcements."

"I do not need them!" Your loud voice surprised the others, you were not known for your anger, nor your hostility towards the prince. And yet only Aemond seemed to put on a calm face.

"I need a proper rider," your father continued to speak, trying to ignore your anger. "And you, Aemond, are a competent swordsman, and my family trusts you. Though you may be sure that I also agree with you that my son should be helped...he is barely capable of paying attention."

That was what ended up causing you to leave the room. Ignoring your father calling you back. You wished Aemond had left behind you, but only your footsteps could be heard, and Aemond stayed in the room, with a pain in his chest at seeing you hurt and knowing that he was a cause of it.

Alone in your room you found no distractions, the sheets were still disheveled and you found a belt decorated with a dragon. You picked it up with the intention of throwing it out of sight, but ended up sleeping with the silver in your hand. And that's how Aemond found you. His weight was noticeable on the bed, and his scent made you open your eyes. Your back was turned to him, so you could only notice his hand stroking your hair and his lips planting a kiss on your neck.

"Are you sleeping?" he asked in a whisper.

"Not anymore" you whispered back.

Then he pushed you gently, turning your body to face his. Immediately his face was on top of you. And any anger was stupid in the sight of that image.

"Your father doesn't know what he's doing."

"It's not my father who offends me."

"Well, he does to me." Aemond returned to his serious and annoyed countenance, but not looking at you.

"You are very much alike. I discovered today that perhaps you are too much alike." Your tone remained unsympathetic.

"You know that's not true. Everything I do here I do for you, not for him."

"Because I'm useless..."

"No, that's not why, listen to me!" he put his hand on your cheek, begging you to look at him carefully. "It's so easy to spend my days helping you be a good heir. Teaching you things, waking up with you and sleeping with you. Being by your side makes me happy. So happy that I forget that this won't last forever. And when someone reminds me that we're not the same, that I can't protect you, that I can't help you...I feel like dying at the thought."

Then a tear fell and ended up on the collar of your shirt. You had never seen him cry before, though you had never been sent into battle before. You sat up, as if to remind him that he could lean on you.

"Aemond..." you could think of no words of comfort. It had always been you who annoyed him with displeasure and he always had the right words. He fiddled his hands on the sheets.

"We have to run away!" He said suddenly. "Let's fly away from here, explore Essos and create another dynasty..."

"And let my ancestor's die?" You interrupted him. He then seemed to snap out of that strange fantasy. "We may have been alone at first...but not anymore. I know you're nervous, but you're not thinking about my siblings. Nor my mother."

Aemond was slow to speak, the tears continued.

"You're right. I just disgraced myself..."

"Don't say that, it's not true." You took his face in your hands then, his eyes shining and one of them drenched in tears. "I'm scared too."

"Then let me go with you."

"No!" You put your forehead against his. "No...they need you, and I need you. If something were to happen to you in battle rest assured that I wouldn't survive much longer...you said it yourself, I'm distracted and clumsy." You said it half-jokingly, but Aemond felt a twinge of pain at the memory of his words.

"I don't want you to go...there always has to be another alternative. We'll come up with something..."

"I don't want another alternative. I want to protect my people. I want you to be proud of me."

"I'd rather be ashamed of you for years if it will keep you in this room with me forever."

You smiled at his comment, and he missed it. You gave him a short kiss, tasting his salty tears.

"That's not true, you're not like that. A great man deserves another great man. And I like that. A Prince with the mind of a king and the will of a warrior. I want you to be proud and look at me with that sternness and calmness of yours."

Then he smiled, shaking his head. You already knew what he was like perfectly, his sincere smiles were only for you, but his respect and affection showed in the seriousness he took in dealing with the people in question. To none of your siblings did he speak condescendingly, always taking into account their intelligence. With your mother he was gentle, and listened to her patiently and quietly. And with your father, he smiled, falsely, a short, toothless smile. And when you were finally back in your intimacy, his hair would fall down on his back, his laughter would be strange but familiar, and you would let him be awkward and bulnerable. And back in the daylight he was still as graceful and grand as the first day you met him.

He let you take off the ribbon that held his hair, and he also let you unbutton his tight clothes. That night, as on many others, you made love. But mostly, as you stroked his hair, he touched and twirled the rings on your other hand, talking until the sun began to appear. He always fell asleep first, and that night you saw him wake up too. Almost for a while you could forget the dangers that lurked.

In the days before the battle, every occasion was appropriate to steal a moment of each other's time, kissing in the corridors, studying in the library, exploring the woods, bathing in the rivers... and when you saw him eating dinner with your family, you found real comfort, for you knew well that they would be safe, and happy too.

"Is your armour heavy?" he asked as he put it on. Already the horn had sounded, warning of the enemy's arrival. His gaze was focused on the bindings and chains, avoiding your face.

"No...but of course the way you're tightening it, I'm going to need help getting it off."

Aemond let out a breath, and began to loosen it. You could see his sadness. He too was protected, and dressed to fly if need be. His hands were still nimble, but you knew he was taking his time on purpose. When he finished, he put his head on your chest and his arms around you, stroking your back, and you enjoyed his closeness.

"I'm coming back, Aemond...and everything will be even better than before." Your lips brushed his hair, and he closed his eyes in a nod.

"If you ask me right now, we can run away from here," he suggested again.

You pulled up his face to kiss him as an answer. An intense kiss that brought you closer together. Aemond tugged at your armour, and you felt his silver hair fill your hands. His tongue sought yours, and were it not for the trumpets outside, you would have spent yet another day lying in bed.

You said goodbye at the castle gates, where your mother embraced you, and where your siblings had to be separated to let you go. As your only farewell to your lover, under the gaze of the court you had to settle for pressing your foreheads together while he caressed the back of your neck and you caressed his cheek. You managed to whisper a few words in his ear.

"When I come back I will tell you of the glory and how much I love you" and you kissed the sapphire that decorated his face.

With your brothers clinging to his waist, Aemond looked up to watch you fly, Zālagon roaring in response to the roars of Vhagar, who was begging to fly with him, missing him as much as Aemond already missed you.

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hisokakissmeplz · 1 year

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Illumi's Wife pt2

ok so I wrote two of these for fun mostly and I had so many ideas and I hope everyone likes them Um warnings: nsfw so mdni, creampie, Illumi has a breeding kink duh, hisoka and Illumi are warnings in themselves so idk that's it ig

Hisoka first bc he's my favorite<3

It was Valentine's day. (Bare with me here plz)

Since you and Illumi had not been married long, this would be your very first Valentine's day with him.

Would.

If he had bothered to take the time to spend with you instead of going off on some mission.

That wasn't what made you mad, though. You were aware his job was demanding and would require him to miss things as you worked the same profession. However, he had all the opportunity to tell you instead of waiting till the very last minute after you set everything up to tell you he was already there.

'He didn't even say goodbye', You thought.

You wanted this to be special, instead you sat there on your kitchen counter eating the chocolate strawberries you had made for the two of you.

You played with the lacy outfit you were wearing, the hem of it was decorated nicely with diamonds and white lace.

You and Illumi had agreed upon waiting till marriage to do anything intimate, your wedding night was the first and only night you two had done anything, so you thought now that you were married you would surprise him and celebrate today together.

'No point in any of this now' you sighed to yourself.

After all the preparation you did too. Rose petals on the bed and through the hallway, chocolate covered strawberries, candle lighting, your hair all done up nice and the sexy red lingerie you had picked out just for this.

Just as you were about to give in to your disappointment there was a knock at the door.

You jumped up in surprise and hope. 'it must be Illumi, he was just trying to surprise me.'

But it wasn't Illumi.

It was Hisoka.

His hair was down and he adorned light eyeliner in contrast to his normal look. He was wearing a white dress shirt now with diamond earrings dangling from either side of his face. The top three or four buttons of his dress shirt were unbutton giving you a nice view if his chest even though you could practically see the red of it through his shirt.

"May I come in?" He looked you up and down while leaning on the doorframe.

"If you must." You replied huffing in disappointment.

"You look rather ravishing, my lady." He comments smugly while shutting the door behind him.

It dawned on you now that you had answered the door in your rather revealing lingerie in your desperate hope your husband would be on the other side. You gasped and covered yourself quickly throwing on you silky red house coat in an attempt.

It was rather useless, though. Hisoka could still see the lacy guarders wrapped around your thighs and the red thigh high stockings you were wearing.

"Why are you here, Hisoka?" You voice was stern and part of him couldn't help but almost buck at your words and harsh tone.

"Why, can't a man check on his favorite little wife while she's all alone?" He brought out a fake whimpering tone to emphasize fake somber.

You couldn't help but wonder what he sounded like we he was whimpering under you.

"Well if that's all you're here for then, I'm fine. Now you can leave."

"Aw, not so fast," he sauntered over to you. "I brought you a gift."

" I really can't except anything from you, you should give it to someone else."

"No, I bought it for you." He walked closer to you causing you to self-consciously take steps back the closer he got.

"I figured I might as well pick something up for you," closer.

"While I was in town," closer.

"Picking out your gift from Illumi." Closer.

Your back hit the wall but he didn't stop.

"You could at least except the one from him, right?" His breath fanned across your face and you were sure he could feel how fast your heart was beating from how close he was.

"I suppose." Your voice sounded weak and you almost didn't recognize the sound.

"Wonderful." He grinned and stepped back, only enough to draw out a small gift box from his pocket.

He placed it in your hands, purposefully grazing his fingers over your hand.

You opened the lid of the box, inside was a beautiful bright necklace with a shiny pink diamond pendant (or your favorite color diamond pendant)

"It's beautiful, I love it." You smiled and leaned towards Hisoka unknowingly.

You were looking up at him with genuine joy at something he picked out, the look in your eyes and the way your boobs slightly bounced at your movements was enough to distract him from what you were saying.

"Thank you Hisoka, it was quite sweet of you to pick this up for me."

"Ah well," he chuckled redirecting his attention back to your conversation. "Only the finest for such a fine lady."

He took a step closer now as his eyes met yours in a longing stare.

You stayed like that, who knows how long staring into each other's eyes before,

You really didn't know what got into you, maybe his looks or maybe his soothing voice and sultry eyes, but whatever it was it took control of your whole body.

You leaned forward and up, closing your eyes slowly and meeting his lips with yours.

He was startled at first, you could tell from his lack of movement and the gasp of air that came out of his mouth before he settled and kissed you back.

You knew this was wrong, kissing your husband's partner while he was away? Really what has gotten into you truly?

Hisoka tasted of strawberries and bubblegum, unsurprisingly. His lips moved in sync with yours finding a nice rhythm before he started to take control.

His hands moved from his sides to yours, caressing the silk wrapped around you.

"My god baby," he breathed out between kissing, "if I would have known you wanted me this bad I would have done something much sooner."

"Shut up." You practically whined into the kiss.

You could feel him smirk into the kiss as he cupped your waist with his big hands tighter.

He pushed further into the kiss, sliding his tongue out to lick your lips.

You groaned and he took the opportunity to slid his tongue into your mouth and atse every bit of you he could.

You of course fought for dominance, not wanting to give in to him and let him be in control so easily.

Quickly everything became slobbery and wet and your were moth moaning into each other's mouths.

"Hiso," you moaned breathlessly.

"I love the way you say my name." He groaned pushing one of your legs up against the wall so he could grind against you. "Say it again."

"Hisoka." You whines while he began slipping your housecoat off your shoulders and kissing down your neck. "Hisoka, please."

"So obedient." He grinned against your skin.

"Not here." You barely got out the words as you pointed towards the stairs, gesturing for your shared bedroom.

God, you couldn't even think about anyone else while his mouth was sucking on your neck and his arms held you flushed against his body carrying you away without stopping.

He set you on the kitchen and quickly removed your silk housecoat before you could even object.

"So pretty." He whined, biting the skin on your left shoulder. "Mine now."

You pushed back, grabbing hold of his pants and pulling them off.

You stood up trying to take control back, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling him closer by the collar.

After you had rid him of his pants and shirt you flipped the position, shoving him onto the the counter.

"Sit."

"So bossy~" He cooed.

You began sucking on his jaw and biting the spot on his neck you knew made Illumi almost cry out the one time you two did it.

It must have worked because as soon as you did and grabbed hold of your hips and slammed your hips into his.

You could feel how hard his dick was by the way it was poking into your thigh each time he bucked his hips into you.

You kissed down his neck, to his collarbones down to his chest and all the way down to his v-line. You left deep purple marks all over his body paying extra attention to his nipples and the spot where his hips connected to his torso.

It drove him insane everytime you flicked your tongue over his nipple and bit at the underside of his pec. He couldn't take much more of this.

You pulled at his boxers, giving his length enough room to spring out causing him to moan at the feeling.

Slowly you pumped at his erection, gradually picking up the speed.

"Fuck, baby." He hissed and you could see his knuckles turning white from gripping the counter.

You continued pumping his dick and spat into your hands, something Illumi has told you to do your first time.

You leaned down lowering yourself to your knees, giving his dick a kitten lick before wrapping your lips around the head.

Before your mouth had connected him you had thought to yourself,

' What a perfect way to tease him, after all the teasing he's done to me.'

Your eyes flashed up to his watching as his face contoured in shock when you pulled away stopping all the pleasure you were giving him.

"Damn it, you little bitch." His words were harsh but the tone in his voice and the look on his eyes gave away how much he actually enjoyed your teasing.

Shoving you away only to grab hold of your jaw and force you to look up at him.

He huffed out. "Did you really think you'd get away with that?"

Squeezed your jaw open and thrusted into your mouth fast, moaning loudly when his tip hit the back of your throat.

You gagged around him. He was much bigger than Illumi and harsher too.

His hand tangled itself in your hair and guided you up and down on his dick.

Your eyes remained locked on his watching the way his face contoured in pleasure with each thrust into your mouth.

His grip in your hair eventually loosened and his thrust became sloppier.

"I'm, I'm gonna," his breathing was loud and sound shaky. "Fuck."

You could tell by the way he twitched against your tongue he was close.

"May I come down your throat?"

His voice was sweet and thick, almost suffocating. You nodded the best you could.

Flicking a vein on the underside of his dick with your tongue proved to be his downfall as he came undone into your mouth.

He slid out and you opened your mouth showing him all the come in your mouth before swallowing and opening to show him it all gone.

"Good girl, you did so well." His words made your knees shake.

He took your hands in his and helped you stand up.

He turned you around with your back against the ledge of the counter and lifted you up where you were sitting on the counter top.

"So good." You huffed while he abused the side of your neck with his mouth, no doubt leaving hickeys over the already bruised skin.

His hands ran all down your body shedding you of your outfit, despite how much he loved seeing you in it.

"Might I repay the favor?" Hisoka asked, his mouth peppering kisses all down your stomach to your thighs.

"Yes please!" You couldn't even recognize your own voice through all the desperation in your voice.

You didn't have to tell him twice.

His face dived in-between your legs so fast it almost knocked the wind out of you. His nose bumped your clit as he licked a long stripe up your inner labia.

He sucked on your clit as his fingers danced across your folds. You cried out at his minstrations

Slowly he slipped a finger into you and you noticed his nails were clipped.

"What happened to your, oh, sharp nail-ls?"

"They're still sharp on the other hand." His eyes were dark staring up at you as he stopped sucking on your cunt to speak. "would you prefer I switch?"

"N-no I, I don't mind them s-short." You continued to whine and decided against speaking much more.

"Hisoka!" He thrusted his tongue into your sopping cunt and you hand immediately flew to his hair.

He only hummed against you in response, your stomach tightened and your toes curled.

"Hiso, I think I'm, I'm gonna," you couldn't get the words out before your legs involuntarily wrapped around his head and your head flew back at your orgasm.

That's what Hisoka was talking about.

Illumi had never made you feel like this. Sure being with Illumi was nice and you had willingly married him, this was what you were missing.

"Hisoka, I'm sorry I-" your breathing was erratic as Hisoka stood up from between your legs when you remembered you had almost suffocated him with your thighs.

"Don't be," He smiled licking the rest of your juices from his fingers. "I quite enjoyed that, especially since you couldn't control yourself."

Your face flushed red and you looked away.

"Love, you're so pretty when you get embarrassed." He cooed whispering into your ear. "Please, look at me."

Something about the way he almost whimpered 'please' drove you insane and you clenched around nothing.

"Hisoka?" He looked up at you with his hands resting on either side of you on the counter top. "Please fuck me."

His eyes widened momentarily at your boldness before his signature smirk returned and he positioned himself in-between your legs correctly.

"Who am I to deny such a sweet request?" He purred slamming into you, his tip kissing your cervix.

"Hisoka!"

"Yes?" His remained still allowing you to adjust before moving.

Your eyes squeezed shut and your hands found his shoulders, digging your nails into them and leaving red marks.

He waited patiently, no matter how much he wanted to move, before you nodded and he slowly pulled out to the tip.

He slammed his dick back into you before setting a delicious mix between deep, slow and fast, rough thrusts.

While he was thrusting into you he reached over behind you and grabbed something.

It was a chocolate strawberry from earlier, you watched as he licked it while continuing stuttering his hips into yours.

"Such a good little wife aren't you, making sweets and prettying yourself up just for him." He sped his hips up and you could feel his dick kiss your cervix. "Too bad he'll never get to see you like this again. Open wide love."

Before you could respond he shoved the strawberry into your mouth.

Your eyes rolled back in your head and your arms wrapped around Hisoka's neck, pulling him closer.

"Kiss me?" You pleaded, barely getting the words out through moans and grunts.

"Anything for you." He whined continuing to thrust into you.

That was all you needed to come entirely undone. Your eyes rolled back into your head and and your nails raked through Hisoka's back as you came.

Your walls clenched around set off his own release as he continued fucking into you and whining your name.

"Can I, come in, you?" His voice was shaking as he barely got the words out.

You nodded violently, still coming down from your high.

you sighed, your chest heaving and you head still spinning.

"Hisoka, so good." You muttered meekly.

"Yeah, but I'm far from down with you, love."

Hisoka could have me any way he wants tbh.

anyway next is Illumi. This might be a little repetitive if you read the Hisoka one but bare with me.

It was Valentine's day. (Again lol)

You and Illumi had made plans to spend it together as this was your first Valentine's as a married couple.

of course, he got called in for a job though. You knew his job as an assassin was extremely demanding, as you worked the same profession.

Still you got lonely on nights like these, sitting in his tee shirt with your lingerie underneath. You had picked out green lingerie (his favorite color obvs) just for him and now he wouldn't even get to see you in it tonight.

Yet, no one was more upset about missing tonight then Illumi.

"No I totally get it." Hisoka spoke through the phone and his voice flowed through Illumi's head. "I'd be mad too if I had to leave my hot wife alone on valentine's day for some job."

Hisoka was on obviously just trying to piss him off now.

"Say, if you'd like I could go check on her." Illumi didn't need to be face to face Hisoka to know he was wearing that signature smirk, he could hear it through the phone.

"That won't be necessary, I have a plan already." Illumi could already see your smile and was so ready to feel your arms wrap around him. "Although I might need your help a bit."

"Oh please do tell."

Meanwhile you sat watching TV and eating the chocolate strawberries you had made earlier for you and Illumi.

There was a knock at the door and you debated ignoring it.

'who could be knocking this late?'

Deciding whoever it was, must have a good reason for knocking so late you answered.

Boy were you glad too. There stood Illumi all dolled up just for you.

"I thought you had work?" You queried.

"Don't worry, it's being taken care if."

Boy what Illumi wouldn't pay to see the look on Chrollo's face when Hisoka struts in instead of him.

Illumi wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. "I really like it when you wear my clothes."

"Oh yeah?" You sighed looking down at your attire.

He pressed his lips to the top of your head before leaning down (or up if you're tall) to kiss your lips.

It wasn't long before Illumi had you bent over the kitchen counter whining out his name.

"Lumi, Lumi too, much. Please!"

"Please what dear? Use your words." His voice was stern but you could hear the raspy whine from where he was close.

"Please, slow down." You were so close.

He only sped up, he knew you were close and knew how to please you while you were under him screaming.

You pulled his long hair, his chest meeting your back as he continued to slam you against the counter.

"fuck, more please!" You screamed, glad you didn't have to worry about neighbors considering where you live.

"Fuck, you're so tight." Illumi's hands caressed all down you sides, delicate fingers digging into your flesh. "Wanna fill you up with my babies."

Your walls clenched around him involuntarily and you whined when his dick poked into your cervix.

"You'd like that wouldn't you, dirty girl"

"Yes Illu, please I want your babies!"

He grabbed your waist and shoved himself as deep as he could, sure to leave bruises and came deep inside of you.

"Maybe that'll keep Hisoka away from you, huh?"

You were speechless, panting and still bent over the kitchen counter.

Illumi leaned over and kissed you lovingly.

Omg sorry that was so short I just kinda wanna hurry up and finish this

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dyakojaythedevil · 9 months

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UNSCHEDULED obsession | Part 1

Pairing Fem!Reader x Choso | Geto | Mahito

Warning Slightly violent | Reader is half curse and 120 yo | mentions of murders and sacrifices | Guys it includes smut in the next parts, so if you're underage plz don't even start :>

Enjoy the dirty time ;)

Blood. Blood every where. Blood in the air, blood on their faces, on their shoes, on their hands, on their souls. Blood of all the Jujutsu sorcerers they murdered to get to the old temple in the middle of jungle, buried in the heart of a stone cave.

"This curse better be worth the effort." Mahito mumbled under his breath as the three of them walked into the temple, his tone as annoyed as a spoilt child who didn't get the toy he wanted. Their steps slowed as they reached the glass tomb. The three men circled around the tomb, their gazes narrowing as they watched the body lying in it.

The body of a young girl, h/c hair spread on the gold pillow under her head. Her face pale and designed with black marks, two dark lines starting from her forhead, crossing her eyes and ending in three small beauty dots on her cheeks. She didn't seem in piece, judging by her slight frown and shiny, non-smiling lips.

Similar marks could be seen on the bare skin of her body. Her arms were folded in a cross on her chest, which had a deep hole in it, right where her heart used to beat decades ago. Geto eyed her form carefully and a deep smirk appeared on his face as he answered his young teammate "She is worth it."

"AAh~" A deep moan left your dry lips and you slowly opened your eyes after a century. Everything was blury, a strong wave of cursed energy surrounding your form as you were lying on a soft matress. "What's.. goin' on..?"

You helped yourself sat up and a smooth laughter echoed in your ears. You rubbed your eyes, blinking a couple of times to help clear your gaze. Finally you could see better and the first thing your eyes noticed were these young men circling around you like scavengers circling around a dead body, their eyes staring hungrily right into your soul.

You frowned deeply and your left hand clenched slightly into a fist. But before you use your energy to harm any of those weirdos, the man in black kimono stepped closer, "Easy there, pretty thing," he started, trying to calm you down before explaining simply "We brought you back to life. A 'thank you' would be nice!"

Your frown deepend as your gaze searched around you, your mind wandering through your latest memories. And then it hit you. You lost the battle, you were sealed away by those damn sorcerers. How many days has passed, or maybe years?

"Ah, fuck!" You cursed under your breath as a wave of pain ran through your forhead. When -THE FUCK- have you become so weak? Your hands grasped at your hair and you cursed a couple of words in quiet whispers. When the slight pain disappeared, your eyes fell on your naked form. There was a wound on the middle on your chest, neat stitches sunken deep into your pale flesh.

"My heart..." You mumbled and slightly rubbed on the wound. "They took it away to seal you properly," the asnwer came from the same man from earlier, "We sacrificed some monkeys to bring you back."

His last sentence made you turn around, only to see three bodies laid down on the floor, skins bloody, necks pulseless. They seemed young, too young to be sacrificed for whatever reason, but in that very moment, you couldn't care less. The only thing that was roaming around your mind, was the threatening reminder that these men surely had a reason to bother to bring you back to life.

You stood up, your legs shaking for a second, threatening to disappoint you. But luckily you managed to hold yourself up. You turned to the man with dark kimono and darker hair, wrapped up in a lazy manbun at the back of his head.

"What do you want?" You asked coldly, your voice low. The guy smirked, pleased with how quickly you got to the main point. yet he kept cool and decided to start with an introduction, rather than an answer to your qustion.

"I'm Geto Suguru, a curse user. And these are Mahito," Geto paused a moment to point to the young guy beside him. Mahito waved to you with a smile, his skin covered in stitches, and his eyes glistening with a psychic shine. "And Choso." The third man didn't bother to move a muscle, continuing to stare right into your eyes.

"That wasn't my answer." You reminded coldly as your gaze turned to Geto once again. The man's smirk widened and he licked his lips. "Alright, then let me get to the main point right away. We want you to work with us to get to a shared goal."

"And what shared goal do I have with you?!" You asked, kind of annoyed by his confidence that seemed to be reaching the skies. You crossed your arms infront of your chest and pretended that the light breeze sneaking through the open window isn't giving you shivers.

"Our goals aren't exactly the same, you see.." Geto started, but was soon cut off by Choso who seemed to be annoyed by the slow progress in the conversation, "We're getting rid of some sorcerers, Zenins involved."

Zenin~! The name rang in your ears over and over again.

Now, that sounded like a good kind of shared goal! You cocked an eyebrow, letting the corners of your mouth curl up in a curious smile. "And what are your reasons for such fearless decision?"

"We all got our own reasons, pretty thing. Revenge, fun, curiousity, but those aren't important. The important thing is that we're all walking the same path, so wht not walk together?"

You took a couple of minutes to think about it as the four of you stood there in silence. Finally, you spoke, "Alright, I'mma listen to what you have to say, but first, give me some damn food.." You said, your eyebrows bending into a deep frown as you added, "And clothes. I'm done watching you check me up and down like a pervert."

Geto's smirk deepened even more. He didn't really seem bothered by your threatening tone, and that pissed you off further. Instead, you noticed Choso turning his gaze away from the corner of your eye. A slightly pink shade was covering his cheeks as well as the bridge of his nose, which was already designed by a black mark.

"Here you go, pretty thing." Your attention was back to Geto who put some clothes on the bottom corner of the bed. The three of them walked out the room and Geto informed before closing the door behind him, "The dinner's ready. We'll be waiting for you. Take your time re-meeting your perfect body."

Then you were left by yourself -well, if not counting the corpse!- to check yourself up in the mirror in the corner of the room. Your looks hadn't changed at all. Which wasn't really a surprise for a curse like your kind. You eyed the wound on your chest once again.

"Those mother fucker Zenins..." You mumbled. A sigh left your lips as you reached for the clothes Geto left for you. It was a baby blue kimono, long enough to cover down to your ankles. You took a minute to feel the sweet warmth of it before heading out the room, searching around for the three man.

The house wasn't that big, but surely enough for three. You hoped it would be enough for four as well. You stepped into the kitchen, finding Choso and Geto sitting around a round table. Geto pulled out the chair next to him, encouraging you to sit. As soon as you did, they started the meal. You started as well, feeling starved after a long sleep of God knows how many years.

"Now, for the plan," Geto started. You just nodded as a sign to assure him you're listening, but you didn't stop enjoying your delicious meal. "We're thinking about attacking Jujutsu High, Tokyo. But first we need to make sure we have enough power to beat them up, especially with Gojo Satoru on their side."

"Who is that?" You finally asked in confusion. Geto mumbled a "oh" before answering, "Right, I forgot you were gone for a hundred years."

That made you choke on your food. You started to cough harshly, eyes tearing up. Geto seemed unbothered, ignoring your coughs. But Choso handed you a cup of water as the other man continued, "He's the strongest sorcerer of all. He owns The Six Eyes, making him a really powerfull enemy."

"And how can I be a help in your plan?"

"Well, I was thinking about doubling our curse techniques for the upcoming battle." You frowned once again -this guy has sweared to fix that frown on your face, hasn't he? You put your spoon down to look at him from the corner of your eyes. And he's doing the same, his never-fading smirk still there on his face.

Choso was watching the two of you carefully and he broke the silence with an unsure tone, "I thought we wanted to send her to Jujutsu High as a spy to weaken Gojo Satoru."

"You see, Choso, there are so many good ways to use a pretty thing like her for our own good." Geto chuckled before getting back to his meal. The combination of his tone and words sent a shiver down your spine. But Geto changed the subject as if his earlier words meant nothing, "Since we should wait for the right time to start our plan, what do you think about a tour around the town? We can buy you some clothes as well, as you'll be around here for a long time now."

You could feel that this wasn't just about 'walking around Tokyo' and 'buying clothings'. He was up to something, that was for sure. But what?

"Sounds like a good idea. Can we go after we finished dinner?" You suggested, trying to hide the curiousity in your tone. Whatever was going on in his mind, you preffered to find out sooner than later. It wasn't like you couldn't beat him if he tried any funny trick on you. True, without your heart, you weren't that powerful. But you were still one of the most powerful curses of all.

"Fine with me." was all Geto mumbled as an answer.

"By the way, where is the other one? Mahito.. was it, right?" You asked when you noticed that there's no sign of the said young man. Choso answered whispering, "He doesn't really eat meals. He's always out at nights, so never eats with us."

You eyed the man carefully and caught him looking at you. But Choso stole his gaze away as soon as your eyes met, the pink layor on his cheeks still there.

A psycho who probably feasted on people instead of food, a mysterious pervert that surely had some not-so-innocent plans for you, and a weirdo that couldn't stop peeking at your form for some reason. What a nice group of suspecious men to work with.

What a great way to restart your life after a century!

Just as planned, Geto and you left the house after dinner to take a walk around the neighborhood. Tokyo had changed quite a lot since the last time you were there, with the amount of curses roaming around freely being a good example.

"So, what is the real plan you're thinking about?" You finally spoke out, tired of the silence and all the theories of possible ideas in your head. Geto let out a chuckle, "Too impatient, pretty thing."

"You see~" Geto startd, his tone low as the two of you walked shoulder by shoulder, passing by strangers who looked at you in awe; probably because you looked like a remarkable couple thanks to your kimonos, shining amoung others. "As I mentioned before, I'm planning to double our cursed techniques for the up-coming battle. And that's your technique, isn't it?"

You hated that suggesting grin on his face when he said that. Yeah, geto was right, that was your technique. you could either double someone's cursed energy for a period of time, making them more powerful, or lessen it. Both being done by means of sex. And the man next to you seemed to know that.

"And what if I refuse the suggestion?" Geto's laugh rang in your ears. It sounded fake, too fake, actually. It felt as if he wanted to sound like that. "Oh, pretty thing, how funny of you to think that was a suggestion."

By the time he said that, you were heading towards a less crowded place. You weren't sure where to go so you were just following him around and didn't pay much attention to your surroundings. Not until you found yourself alone with him, within a seemingly abandoned alley.

When you noticed your not-so-safe-and-lovely situation, your hands both turned into fists, ready to beat him and run. But the man seemed to be faster as you felt a strong wave of pain through your whole body. Your knees weakened and you stepped back until your back hit the wall behind you. You slid down a bit, using the wall as a source of strength to keep your balance.

Geto's chuckle echoed in your ears once again. You looked up at him with disgust written all over your pale face. Geto walked to you slowly, standing only an inch away and bending so your faces were on the same level.

"You felt that, sweetheart, didn't you?" His sadistic tone made you feel nausea. "What was that? What have you done to me?"

Another wave of whisper-like laughter left his lips as he stepped even closer, caging you between his body and the wall. "You see, Y/N, bringing you back to life, without your heart, wasn't easy. We had to do much more than just murdering some useless Jujutsu sorcerers and sacrificing some teenagers. Each of us left a part of ourselves inside you, literally."

He paused a moment to put a finger under your chin, making you raise your head to look him directly in the eye. And by the second he touched you, you could feel your body go weaker and weaker.

Geto's triumphantly smirk deepened as he explained further, "I used one of my most powerfull curses to replace your heart, filling the hole in your chest. And since you have no real heart to pump blood in your veins, Choso used his own blood to make sure life runs through your pretty limbs. And you see that perfectly done stitch on your chest, sweety? Mahito made it with his own skin."

All the new information, combined with whatever curse Geto was using on you, made your head dizzy. The more time passed, the less you could understand. Eveything was getting blurry. You didn't even realize when your body trembled down on the cold street. Now you were sitting there patheticly with the smirking man knelt infront of you.

"Hurt or disobey me, and my curse would rip you from inside. Hurt or disobey Choso, and his blood would tear your veins apart and spoil your bone and flesh. Hurt or disobey Mahito and his stitches would tighten and rend your limbs one by one." Every threatening word was said from between his gritted teeth.

"So you're telling me..." You started, conciousness soon to leave your form judging by your slow progress in making real meaningful sentences, "I didn't really have a choice from the very moment I opened my eyes, do I?..."

"Oh~~ Of course you do, pretty thing." His tone sounded sweet as honey and smooth as butter. But it just sent a shiver down your spine as you already could say it was all fake; just another sadistic attempt to degrade and manipulate you further.

And you were proven to be right as your gaze blurred into pure darkness, all senses leaving your weakened body. And just before you lose conciousness, you heard him;

"Obey us or be killed!"

Author's Note yuhoooo~ So, first part done :> I'm so excited to see the reactions! Well, the speed in uploading the next part would greatly depend on the reactions this part will get, so~ I hope you guys like this ^^ Oh! And I'm not a native English speaker, so I'll be glad if you mention my grammar mistakes so that I can correct them :> Thank you~ <(^0^)/♡

Check Part 2 here...

#jjk #jjk x reader #jjk smut #choso kamo #choso x reader #geto suguru #geto x reader #mahito #mahito x reader

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kisses4kaia · 2 years

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* 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮- 𝐝, 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧 🌪️

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: you and daryl were never friends. however, one day you can't sleep, and neither can he. (2nd person POV)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, subby daryl, penetrative sex (p in v), cunnilingus, mentions of abuse scars, fingering, unprotected sex (plz wrap if b4 u tap it🙏🏼), aftercare, and cursing ??.

𝟏𝟓𝟕𝟒 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

you had arrived in alexandria a week ago. your whole group was getting used to it and was very excited about the new chapter in their lives. you were not. you knew what this was. you gave it less than 6 months before something happened that'd push you to leave.

you weren't quiet about this, but nobody agreed with you. except for the one person you never had on your side, daryl dixon.

"this is so fucking stupid," you muttered in your bed.

in hopes to get you guys to bond, rick put you and the devil himself in the same house. luckily, he settled his room in the basement, so you hardly saw him.

you couldn't sleep, like always. sleep was impossible in a world where you have to keep at least one eye open at all times. you got out of bed and figured since it was late, there was no reason in putting on more clothes. a cropped baby tee and shorts adorned your figure as you went downstairs for a glass of water and a smoke.

as you leaned on the railing of your porch with a cigarette in between your index and middle finger, you could feel the breeze of the gentle wind against your face and in your hair.

the front door opened and shut behind you. you quickly turned around to see your roommate.

"fuck are you doing out here so late?" you asked him as he lit a cigarette of his own. "i could ask ya the same thing," daryl responded, hardly sparing you a glance. his eyes did roam your body every so often, though.

you just sighed as you put your cigarette out on the railing. "i couldn't sleep. what's your excuse, daryl?" you said, annoyed, but not too obviously. "i couldn't sleep neither," he said simply, looking down next to you.

"how stupid is this?" you ask rhetorically after a few moments of silence. he hummed in agreeance. "how long you give it?" he asked. you scoffed. "not long, that's how long."

"daryl?" you looked up at the burly man. "mhm?" he answered. "why don't we like each other?" you asked, subconsciously shifting a bit closer to him. "have i e'er said that?" he almost whispered.

you couldn't lie, you found daryl extremely attractive. but, he always underestimated you, made you feel incapable. if anything, you saved his ass. more than once.

"no, but-" you said. "exactly, don't make somethin' outta nothin'," he had a snappy tone. "what's your problem?" you turned your whole frame to face him. "my problem?" he replied, raising his voice and coming closer to you.

your chests were touching as you both breathed heavily. "i feel like i have to protect ya, i know ya don't need it. i know that, but i feel like i do," daryl admitted, voice gravelly. this warmed both your heart and your core.

you took a chance and brought your lips up to his. he froze under your touch for a moment before letting himself go and kissing you back. it was hot and full. you felt like you were floating. his hands roamed your body and you let them.

you disconnected your lips for a moment so you could pull him into your shared home. "my room or yours?" you turned to ask the man you have your fingers intertwined with. "yours," he muttered, his face getting redder by the moment.

past your living room and up the stairs you go, pulling him into your bedroom. you pushed him onto your bed, so you could sit on top of him. your lips reconnected as soon as possible.

daryl moved his hands all over your body and went up the sides underneath your shirt multiple times. you took account of this and threw off your shirt, revealing your hard nipples.

he stopped to stare at them for a moment before he looked up at you with the hottest, most attractive, most submissive look you'd seen, silently begging you for permission. you bit your lip before nodding.

he wasted no time putting his mouth onto one and giving equal attention to your other with his hand. you moaned at his mouth and that only encouraged him further.

a popping noise unlatched daryl's mouth from your buds. you pushed his vest off, throwing it somewhere in your dimly lit room.

you went to unbutton his shirt before he tensed up and froze. you figured it was because of his scars. you had seen them on accident and it only made you like him more. "hey, look at me," you said, pulling his chin up to look at you. he was looking down in embarrassment and insecurity.

"daryl, you are so gorgeous. nothing will change that. if you want to stop, i get it." you said, softly tracing your finger against his face. he quickly shook his head no and allowed you to continue your work on his buttons.

you finished unbuttoning them and pulled the shirt off his shoulders. you noticed the scars on his back, peaking over his shoulders. you kissed the marks over and over again.

daryl never felt more wanted in his life. more secure. he struggled his whole life with feeling indecent due to the sheer bullying he received from his brother and father. you made him feel good about himself for the first time in a long time.

he manually removed the rest of your garments before he stopped you as you tried to remove his boxers. "wait, i wanna taste ya," he said before flipping you both over, so he was on top of you. he created a trail of wet kisses down your body until he made it to your aching core.

he looked up at you with the same look he gave you before, asking for permission. you just moaned "yes, fucking please!" that was all he needed before licking a thick stripe up your heat, flattening his tongue against you.

you let out a relieved groan, like you were waiting for this single sensation your entire life. he lapped up all your wetness before dipping his tongue inside your hole.

the whiny-type moan that escaped your lips at that moment could only be described as pornographic. "fuck, daryl!"

daryl's nose was pressing and grinding against your clit as you pushed your hips onto his face, needing more. he noticed how much you liked it and smiled to himself against you. he soon replaced his tongue with his fingers. he inserted one digit, letting you adjust.

he loved the way your walls clenched around his finger. he wanted to see if he could make it an even tighter fit. daryl pushed a second finger into your entrance and you couldn't contain the cries that erupted from your throat.

he curled his finger upward and pulled them in and out of you. you were so close. he then began flicking the tip of his tongue against your clit.

you tangled your fingers in his hair as he continued pushing you closer and closer to the edge. you pulled and tugged at his dark locks. he loved the feeling.

if this was how you were going to react and tight you'd be with just his fingers, he couldn't wait to be inside you.

just as you were about to release, and he knew it too, he pulled everything away from you. you whimpered in longing. you missed him and he was right there.

"i want the first time i make ya come to be on my cock," daryl said, pulling his boxers off. you widened at his size. "daryl, that's not gonna fit," you said as he positioned himself at your entrance.

"yea? well, i'ma make it fit anyway," he groveled before pushing his length into you. you gasped at the feeling of him stretching you out to your limit. he groaned at how absolutely tight you were.

he waited for a moment as you adjusted to him. it took a minute, but you nodded at him, giving him the go-ahead to move.

daryl began at a slow and steady pace before he couldn't hold back anymore. he wanted to, for your sake, but he couldn't. not with a gun to his head.

he began ramming into you mercilessly. your faces and moans and whimpers only drove him further. "fuck, y/n. you f-feel so fucking good, shit." he moaned into your ear. "dar, i'm gonna come! holy sh- fuck!" you moaned loudly right before you snapped.

the tight knot in your stomach snapped and you felt weightless. you closed your eyes and let daryl continue to slam into you before his thrusts got sloppy and you could feel his dick twitch inside of you.

he pulled out and shot his load all over your belly. daryl just toppled over next to you, feeling incredibly tired.

you collected your thoughts and tried to get up to go pee, but your legs failed you and you immediately fell back onto the bed. daryl chuckled at this before getting up and helping you to the bathroom.

"i was supposed to go on a run tomorrow, asshole," you said from the toilet as he waited for you by the sink. "i'll take over for ya, darlin," he said as he put on his boxers and wet a rag for you, to clean yourself up with.

"do this again sometime?" he asked as you threw on a huge t-shirt and wobbled over to the bed.

"definitely."

𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬! : hey friends ! wattpad saw this one firsttt . i really hope you enjoy this one as much as i enjoyed writing it. i love you all so much and stay peaceful 🤍

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon smut #twd daryl #the walking dead smut #the walking dead #daryl x reader #norman reedus #norman #norman reedus smut #twd amc #twd smut #twd #kaia writes daryl

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curufiin · 5 months

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Plz tell me more things about your Elves I crave parallels like mineral

i had to get a good night’s sleep before i answered this ask and now i’m awake so. >:) here we go

SO. THE ELVES. it’s time for more fanon dissection and what not except it’ll read way less clearly than my last elf analysis post 😔😔

it’s just very interesting to me that kit and elton’s dynamic of who’s the more composed and (whatever other word my vocab has been reduced to shreds) changes in the ring, whereas if you juxtapose that with fanon c+c, their attitudes follow them into combat.

fanon celegorm tends to be portrayed as more energetic, ‘dominant’ if you will (i got an ask on my old blog that was like ‘who’s the real leader between them’ and it was super fun to analyze but alas :( idk if i can find it now but anyway), and generally he’s like. the guy who does things. he killed a whole army of orcs, he was the one who spoke out against finrod first, he started the second kinslaying. and especially in tense or combat situations, i feel like he gets portrayed as like… pretty feral LMAO almost bloodthirsty even!

and that is absolutely a fair interpretation because in an early draft of Silm, Finrod didn’t exist and Celegorm took his role. and since Finrod’s death at Sauron’s werewolf is like… uncharacteristically violent (you’re telling me the son of ‘oh i don’t want to go to beleriand anymore’, known for being kind and gentle and loves wandering and generally tries to be a good person. is capable of killing a werewolf by his bare hands? nah i don’t believe you), it makes a LOT more sense when you remember that was supposed to be Celegorm. aka trained under god of hunting, has a dog, and is probably strong enough to break your spine— of course he could rip at a werewolf with his teeth. it checks out.

whereas curufin, despite the fact the shibboleth of feanor says he “alone showed in some degree the same temper and talents”, in fics tend to be the colder and more calculated between them, almost like they’re a brain and brawn duo where curvo is the brain (not my favorite take bc i think celegorm can also be absolutely vicious when it comes to plots but it works LOL). he’s also like. the most evil of the seven bros? to the point hwere jirt had to tone him down bc he felt like c+c was too much of a villain and so he wrote the scene between curvo and eol. there was a note in the lays of beleriand (i think) where it says that “it was curufin who put evil into celegorm’s heart” and i think that’s SO INTERESTING

also, in the usurping of nargothrond and the kidnapping of luthien which is where c+c most prominently features, we get a lot of this dynamic of celegorm speaking first and curufin speaking second. in published silm after celegorm finishes his tirade, curufin speaks “more softly but with no less power”, and instead of talking about oh if you steal the silmaril we’ll kill you, he actually conjures images of terrible wars and the destruction of nargothrond.

and in the lay of leithian, when c+c go out to hunt and meet luthien, curufin is literally Completely in control it’s actually kind of scary. he is the one to suggest that they go to ride out and hunt so they can kill some of sauron’s wolves, but also secretly find out if finrod is alive or dead. specifically these two words from the lay “Celegorm listened.” Drives me absolutely NUTS and it completely changes the question of like. who really holds power between them!! okay anyway

they meet luthien and they learn finrod is dead, and curufin (not celegorm unlike canon silm!!) falls in love with luthien. but the way his falling in love is described feels a little. idk. wrong?

“Long did Curufin look and stare. / The perfume of her flower-twined hair, / her lissom limbs, her elvish face, / smote to his heart, and in that place /enchained he stood.”

it almost sounds like he was spelled rather than just fell in love because this is exactly what happened to thingol. but that’s another thing for later

so celegorm chats up luthien for a bit and then the next line says

“To Celegorm said Curufin / apart and low:”

TO CELEGORM!! SAID CURUFIN!!!!!!! i know some people aren’t that into curufin’s fanon portrayal as this scheming manipulative asshole but like… that’s literally what he does!!! AHH!!

hopefully this still makes sense LMFAO god i love talking about these two. i think having them reflect kit and elton’s in ring dynamic would also be Super interesting though because there’s got to be Something that can make curufin snap to the point where he can only see blood (hint hint there is and i might write it)

#ask #also a werewolf in silm is just a bigger stronger evil wolf not a conventional werewolf #ok this didn’t make any sense but i hppe you like it anyway LOL

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four-loose-screws · 9 months

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Blog Update 2023.12.19

Hey ya'll, I've been a bit quiet for a couple of weeks - there's been holidays, end of the year projects at work, all those IRL shenanigans. But lots of B I G stuff is going on both for my translations and life decisions, so it is time for an update!

First - I mentioned previously that I made the decision to translate the FE2 and FE6 novelizations at the same time. But I hadn't decided on the details until now, so I will report them here!

In case you missed the first announcement: I made the decision to translate FE2 and FE6 simultaneously because the FE2 novelization has been the most difficult to understand and translate of all FE novels so far. The writer used high-level vocab and wrote in thick, chunky paragraphs, so translating 2 pages a day has gone from a simple task to a gargantuan burden. The FE6 novel, on the other hand, was written as the 3rd book in the FE7 novel set. Having already translated FE7 and knowing there is more dialogue than flowery prose, I knew FE6 would be much easier to translate, and allow my brain some time to relax, while still allowing me the ability to translate regularly.

FE2 Book 1 will upload over the span of 6 months, between Jan - June 2024. I had this book mostly translated (I translate 6 months ahead of my Tumblr queue.) by the time I decided it was too difficult to complete FE2 all in one go. So I will just post this book all together, like I have done for all my novel translations in the past.

For FE2 Book 2 and FE6, I will alternate chapters from July 2024 - 2025 (end month TBD). So the schedule will be: FE6 Ch. 1 -> FE2 Book 2 Ch. 1 -> FE6 Ch. 2 -> FE2 Book 2 Ch. 2, etc.

Once the holidays are over next week, I'll be be able to focus getting caught back up on asks and requests as well.

Now for my IRL new news - after a 5 year "trial run" in Japan and a 5 year "trial run" in the US, I've decided that my permanent living location will be Japan! Cue the confetti! And my family has too. It feels important to acknowledge their full consent in the process, ha ha.

It won't be an easy life as I am 0% Japanese (as is my family), but there are many advantages to being an outsider looking in to Japan, so I want to embrace them and go back to loving everything I loved about the lifestyle there. Plus I have not been able to get a job in a Japanese company in the US - and I did NOT spend ~$50k on a Japanese major just to lose my speaking abilities, thank you very much!!

This is another reason why requests have been answered slower recently - I've been filling out job apps, and figuring out the moving back attack plan. Nothing is decided yet - finding a job willing to hire from overseas, and getting a work visa again, etc. takes many months - but I'll keep posting updates whenever I know my translations upload schedule will be affected!!

Thank you all for continuing to read my translations!! ❤️❤️

P.S. It feels so much better applying to jobs when I have some actual experience to leverage, and my tone is not "plz hire me I am a 20-something baby who needs $$ or else I will starve."

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amphitriteswife · 1 year

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Hide and Seek pt.1

Snv Poseidon x Amphitrite

( it’s before the titanomachie ) plz excuse my bad english

Poseidon was impatiently tapping his foot against the floor. ‘Where the hell is she?……’ He thought to himself. He really wanted his girlfriend by his side. ‘Ugh….Amphitrite…’ He said to himself. That woman makes him weak. He pulled out his phone to call her. She had been ignoring him for quite some time now. ‘Why won’t you pick up….’ He said getting worried. Maybe he should try to call her anuonymously. He called her again. ‘Hello?….’ A raspy voice answered. Was she sick? Is she hurt? ‘Amphitrite it’s me….why aren’t you answering my texts or calls?’ Poseidon said in a low voice. ‘Because i don’t feel like it. Stop bothering me.’ Amphitrite answered before hanging up the phone. Poseidon decided to take matters in hit own hands.

‘Amphitrite!……Amphitrite!’ A voice called out. ‘Leave me alone…….’ Amphitrite answered wanting the noise to be gone and go back to sleep. ‘Amphitrite!’ The voice called out once more and shaking her awake. ‘What do you want….’ Amphitrite answered rubbing her eyes. ‘What’s wrong with you!’ Amphitrite opened her eyes to see who’s annoying her. ‘Ugh….it’s you….’ Amphitrite said sounding annoyed. ‘What do you mean it’s you!? I’m your boyfriend and you ghosted me for a decade!’ Poseidon answered a bit hurt and offended. ‘So?’ Amphitrite answered with a cold tone. ‘So?!’ Poseidon said mocking her. ‘What do you want.’ Amphitrite spat again. ‘I want you to come home.’ Poseidon answered sternly. ‘No.’ Amphitrite answered back. ‘Find someone else.’ She said going back to lay down. ‘What the hell are you talking about?’ Poseidon asked her sitting in her bed. ‘You know what i mean.’ She answered back with a bit sadness in her voice. ‘Amphitrite…..’ he began gently trying to coo her. ‘Please….just go….’ Amphitrite answered back with her back to him. Poseidon looked at her and gently embraced her from behind. He gently put his head against hers. ‘You know I love you.’ He said kissing her temple. ‘Do you?’ She asked him back. ‘Yes and you know it.’ He answered back. ‘Do I?’ Amphitrite asked him back while trying to get out of his embrace. ‘Do you not feel loved by me?’ He asked her while putting more strength in his arms to hold her in place. ‘I…I don’t know…’ She answered honestly. ‘What makes you say so then?’ Poseidon asked now plopping on the bed with Amphitrite still in his embrace. ‘I don’t think i can do this anymore…..’ Amphitrite answered hugging him back. Poseidon took a deep shaky breath. ‘I can’t let you go…..’ he answered. ‘I don’t want to be with you anymore, Poseidon….’ Poseidon closed his eyes and remained silent for a few seconds. ‘Why?’ He asked her in the same tone as ever. ‘You said you love me, right.’ ‘I do’ Poseidon answered honestly while holding Amphitrite’s face between both of his hands. ‘You’re lying.’ Amphitrite accused him. ‘I don’t, i do love you.’ He sad back. It remained silent for a while. ‘Do you say that to all of them?’ Amphitrite asked him back. ‘No-’ ‘I don’t believe you.’ Amphitrite said on the verge of tears. ‘Amphitrite…..please don’t cry….’ He pleaded. He can’t stand to see her cry. Amphitrite bursted into tears. Poseidon rushed to her side and hugged her tightly. She was sobbing and muttering something. ‘Darling, don’t forget to breath.’ Poseidon said putting a hand behind her head. ‘Sweatheart, please calm down.’ Poseidon said kissing her forehead. ‘W-why a are you going….this to me?!’ Amphitrite asked in a shaky voice. ‘Love please, i need you to calm down.’ That didn’t help, Amphitrite’s sobbing became even worse. ‘Alright….Shhhhh….shhhh….it’s going to be alright.’ Poseidon said rubbing circles on her back and kissing her temple.

After a while Amphitrite had calmed down and was still in his embrace. ‘Amphitrite, I know that i wronged you and I will make up for it if you give me the chance to.’ Amphitrite didn’t answer and just stayed in his embrace. ‘You told me that many times…..’ Amphitrite said in a whisper. ‘Why do you do this to me….’ She asked so quietly that he almost didn’t hear it. ‘If it makes you feel a bit better, it’s simply to please my drive when i’m far away from you. But it has nothing to do with love! I only love you..They are partners that i could forget in an instance. But you…I could never forget you even if i wanted to. You are the most precious woman i have. There isn’t anything that I wouldn’t do for you, Amphitrite.’ ‘I hate this…’ Poseidon looked at her and furrowed his brows. ‘What do you mean….’ ‘I hate that I love you. I know that someday you will change, you will not love me anymore. You will not care for me like you do now….You will prefer others over me….’ Amphitrite expressed and told him everything that she felt and thought. ‘I promise to you that I will not to that to you. I promise to love and cherish you forever. I promise to not be unfaithful or hurt you in any way.’ Poseidon smiled and kissed her passionately.

~Many years later~

‘I should’ve known….I should’ve expected it. I should’ve chose for myself. I shouldn’t have believed you. I should’ve listened to myself….You promised me…That you wouldn’t do this to me…Yet here you are. Doing it again’ Amphitrite said standing in front of Poseidon. ‘I am a god, Amphitrite. I can do what I please. He answered. ‘You say that they’re better than me. You disrespected me by having them sit on my throne….and you expect me to just do nothing? ‘Please Amphitrite, you didn’t expect me to not use this privilege right? Poseidon said sitting on his throne. ‘Don’t kill the poor mortal. Jealousy looks ugly on you.’ ‘I do not care who you cheat on me with, they are not the ones who have to be faithful to me.’ ‘And i should?’ Poseidon smirked ‘well you did promise me that.’ A laugh escaped Amphitrite’s lips. ‘Let’s play a game.’ Amphitrite suggested. ‘What game.’ Poseidon asked her. ‘Hide and seek!’ Amphitrite exclaimed. ‘I will hide and you will seek.’ Amphitrite said to him. ‘What do you mean.’ Poseidon asked getting a bit worried. ‘I will no longer have any ties with you or even be mentioned to have anything with you, our marriage and relationship is over. All the documents will be burned.’ She said with a smile. ‘Do you really think i will let that happen?’ Poseidon said. ‘No.’ Amphitrite answered. ‘I have been given a lot of time to observe you so i know how to counter you. But i am not cruel unlike you, if you truly want me back you will have to find me.’ Amphitrite said looking him directly in the eye. ‘As i have said, i will not let you go.’ ‘How romantic, too bad you will never find me.’ And with that everything that they have ever had had disappeared into thin air. Nobody mentioned Amphitrite’s name nor anything related to her.

(I’ll write a part 2 later since i have to study for chemistry 😢😢)

#record of ragnorak #snv poseidon #shuumatsu no valkyrie #amphitrite #snv amphitrite

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