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inotakumagf · 3 days ago

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baby of mine

✶ nanami kento x f!reader

word count ✺ 6K

summary ✺ Yuji Itadori shouldn’t have survived eating one of Sukuna’s fingers at only four years old. But he does. And with no family left, he needs someone to take him in. Gojo wants to hide Yuji’s existence from the higher ups, and he knows he can trust you and Nanami.

warning ✺ mentions of a miscarriage. there’s also an emotionally (& insinuation of physically) abusive ex. the kids are 4/5 while you & nanami are in your early to mid twenties, the jjk timeline literally does not exist to me. aka co-parenting the vessel of sukuna. also i don’t know anything about 4 year olds so if something seems impossible pretend it works ok

──────────𝜗𝜚────────── The quiet of your apartment gets so lonely sometimes. You can’t distract yourself for long with books or television or music before you find yourself sitting on your cold wooden floor, in front of the large window in your living room. Your finger traces patterns on the glass as you stare into the apartments across from yours. It’s an addiction, watching the carefree lives of non sorcerers. All their problems are so…easy. What’s a leaky sink or a shitty roommate to the never ending sacrifice of being a Jujutsu sorcerer? Easy, and yet…

You press your palm to the cool glass and imagine being in that position—slow dancing in the living room, movie nights, and even the labor of doing dishes with a partner. All the monotonous habits of being human that are tainted by your way of life. It’s usually easy for you to push that yawning need aside, but it doesn’t help the craving for it that’s burrowed deep beneath your ribs. You thought you’d had that love, once. You were stupid to think that life was an option for a sorcerer like yourself.

A soft knock at the door pulls you out of your head. You dump your cold coffee into the sink and move to answer it. Your brows rise in surprise when you pull it open to find none other than Nanami Kento. You’d gone to high school with him, but he’d avoided Jujutsu life after graduation. Not that you can blame him, after everything you all endured. You’ve tried to keep in touch with him, but it’s hard when you exist on two different planes of life. Still, he’d been one of your closest friends at school and you’re happy to see him again. The last time had been a few months ago at some shitty bar.

“Nanami,” you greet, a little confusion slipping into your voice, “this is a surprise visit.”

“Apologies for dropping by at such an odd hour. Gojo called me. He said he had something to speak to us about, and that we’d meet here. I usually ignore him, but it seemed quite serious.”

You hum. “That’s weird, I haven’t heard anything from him.”

You move to the side to let him inside your messy apartment. Your phone vibrates in your pocket. You open it to find a text from Gojo that reads, heyyyyy!! i need to talk to you and Nanami about something super serious :P!! meet at yours in a few????!!! thaaaanks :))))!

You roll your eyes, and you have to question your friend’s sanity sometimes. You invite Nanami to sit at your plush couch. “Do you want anything to drink or eat while we wait? I can brew some tea.”

“Thank you, tea would be nice.”

You pull out the kettle and pour some water in it to boil. You take time looking through your tea flavors while you consider the situation. If Gojo was able to convince Nanami to come out for something, then it must be serious. You ask Nanami about his day while you wait for the water to boil. It’s all boring, non sorcerer stuff, but you drink up every word of it.

You bring out the kettle and three delicate teacups, along with a pot of cream and a bowl of sugar cubes for Gojo’s sweet tooth. Nanami thanks you softly, pouring tea for the two of you carefully. You sip your tea and exchange small talk while waiting for Gojo to show up. For a man that can teleport wherever he wants, he does love to be late.

Finally, you hear a sharp knock at your front door. As soon as you open the door, you can tell that something isn’t right. The cheerfulness in Gojo’s text, the silliness that you’re used to is wiped from his face now. You can see the tension in his shoulders as he waves a quick greeting. You let him in, ushering him to the couch.

“I hope there’s a good reason for disturbing my quiet evening,” you threaten half-heartedly.

He takes his tea cup, pouring sugar with a side of brewed tea into the porcelain. He waits to speak until you settle onto the couch.

“I found a boy today,” he says simply. You see him pinch his mouth as he thinks of how to continue. “His name is Yuji Itadori. His family should be as normal as they come, but the squirt found one of Sukuna’s fingers. He ate it. But I can’t be too surprised, he’s only four. Even Megumi’s prone to eating things he shouldn’t.”

Your hand flies up to your mouth, and you see Nanami’s back straighten out. “Oh my god. I can’t imagine what his family is going through.”

Gojo shakes his head. “That’s the thing—he’s safe, healthy even. I could feel the cursed energy rolling off of him halfway across Tokyo. Don’t know how the little guy did it, but he ate Sukuna’s finger and he’s still alive.”

You furrow your brows. You must have misheard him. “What? He has full control over himself? Is that possible?”

Nanami hums in thought. “A vessel for Sukuna, especially from a non sorcerer family, is likely a once in a century chance. Highly unlikely, but not impossible.”

Gojo sighs. “When I found him, it was just him and his grandfather inside the house. His grandfather…it seems that Sukuna had control for a moment, no more than a couple seconds. But it was one of the most disturbing scenes I’ve ever seen.”

You exchange glances with Nanami, who looks just as sick as you feel. You shudder. “The higher ups can’t be pleased. After all this time, a vessel for Sukuna has appeared in the form of a toddler that won't be able to fight the curse’s presence in his body.”

Gojo scratches the back of his head. “Weeell,” he stretches out, and you can see him cringe in anticipation.

Nanami speaks up. “Idiot. Please don’t tell me you did what I think you did.”

Gojo raises his hands in defense. “I haven't told the higher ups. Other than you two and Shoko, no one else knows. Oh, and Ijichi.”

“Satoru,” you never usually use his first name, but your voice is stern with warning, “this is irresponsible, even for you.”

Gojo looks frustrated with the way that you two are ganging up on him. “I'm telling you not so you can judge me, but so you can help. What do you think is going to happen if we tell the higher ups? They won’t hesitate to kill him. He's four, and he just lost the only family he had. I won’t let those old geezers kill him because they don’t give a shit that he's a baby.”

You frown. “I do want to help, but if Sukuna has taken over him, what can we do?”

“That’s the thing—after the initial moment when Yuji ate the cursed object and Sukuna took over, the curse hasn’t been able to control him. Shoko and I have been monitoring him for a few days now and Yuji is still…Yuji. Even at four, he’s so strong. If he can remain in control of himself, how could we ever let the higher ups have their way?” You notice how hard Gojo clenches his fists, so much so that his knuckles turn white. You can’t read his mind, but you can guess what he’s thinking about.

Nanami sets his tea down on the coffee table. “So, what then? You will have to keep him with you to ensure his safety, and the safety of everyone around him.”

Gojo’s shoulders tense noticeably, and the air crackles with his anger. “No. Under any other circumstance I would, of course I would. but I have Megumi and Tsumiki to think of. I will not put them in harm's way, I can't.”

You pull at your bottom lip. “So, this meeting…”

“You want one of us to take him in.” Nanami finishes your sentence. It makes sense, in hindsight. You and Nanami would never betray this secret to the higher ups and, as first grade sorcerers, both of your curse techniques are strong enough to handle Sukuna in his weakened state if it came down to it.

“I wouldn't ask if I thought I had any other choice. I know you barely tolerate me,” he glances at Nanami pointedly, “but I need your help.”

Nanami opens his mouth to respond. You know what his decision will be before he does.

“I can take him,” you say before Nanami can say anything. You know Nanami, and you know his selflessness. You also know that he left a life of sorcery for a reason, and you don’t want to make him come back if he doesn’t have to.

You can see the argument brewing in Nanami. “Your fiancé isn’t a sorcerer, so you shouldn’t feel forced to put him in harm's way. I can take Yuji in. It’s just me at home, anyways.”

You grimace at the mention of your fiancé—ex-fiancé. You hesitate to tell the two men about it. After all, it's been over a year since you broke off your relationship and you’d never said a word of it to anyone. “We’re not together anymore. Yuji can stay with me.”

Nanami looks surprised, and you try to avoid meeting his gaze. He must get the message, because he doesn't ask about it. “I trust you will be able to contain Sukuna if it becomes necessary, but I can help with the boy if you need me to. Toddlers are already a handful, let alone one that’s a vessel for Sukuna.”

You smile at him. “Hm, I might take you up on that, Kento. But don’t complain if I call you in the middle of your work day to change a diaper.”

Gojo tilts his head. “Pretty sure he’s potty trained by now.”

The three of you pause, realizing just how little you know about caring for a young child. “I guess I have some research ahead of me. Maybe you can give me tips, Mama Gojo.”

He rolls his eyes, but doesn’t deny the nickname.

With everything settled, Gojo and Nanami move to leave. You hug them goodbye, making Nanami promise that he’ll be in touch more before letting him go. Gojo hovers by the door, throwing an arm around Nanami and saying, “Isn’t this nice? You and Nanami get to practice being mom and dad, since you’re raising him together!”

You slam the door shut in his face, and you can hear his muffled, “Did I say something wrong?”, to Nanami on the other side.

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You spend the rest of the week preparing yourself and your apartment for Yuji’s arrival. You’ve definitely bought much more than you need, because you want to make sure that Yuji will like everything that you have for him.

Nanami is the one who drops Yuji off at your apartment. When you open the door for them, your heart melts at the sight of Yuji tucked behind Nanami’s leg. You crouch down to greet the little boy, laughing softly when he clings to Nanami’s pants shyly.

“Hi,” you say, “I’ve heard so much about you, Yuji.”

Even when you tell him your name, he’s hesitant to say anything to you. You tilt your head at the boy. “You’re three, right?”

Finally, he steps forward. “No! I’m four!”

You let out a fake gasp of surprise. “Oh, you're right! I should have known, you’re too tall to be three.”

He grins at you and puffs out his chest in pride. You stand up straight, and your eye catches Nanami. You look down at Yuji. “Would you like to see your room?”

He jumps up and grabs your hand. “Yes, please!”

He turns to Nanami and takes one of his fingers between his tiny fist. Waiting for you to lead the way, he bounces on the balls of his feet in excitement. You exchange shy smiles with Nanami before leading the two boys to Yuji’s new room. You let him take time to admire the room.

You picked out a red race car bed frame and a large city carpet to match. The room also has a bright painted mural of lush green hills and a smiling sun right above the bed. Yuji throws himself onto the Spider-Man bedsheets, pretending to make snow angels on it.

“How on Earth did you do all this in one week?” Nanami asks you, and you almost laugh at the look on his face.

You just shrug and tell him not to worry about it. His eyebrows furrow when he sees the disassembled baby crib hiding behind the door. His eyes meet yours, and you can see the question in them.

You shrug again. “Turns out I really had no idea how old four-year-olds actually are. Silly me.”

Yuji interrupts, which is fine, since you can’t stop embarrassing yourself in front of Nanami, “Excuse me. I’m hungry, Miss.”

“No problem, Yuji! I have dinner warmed up for us.”

You guide them both to the small kitchen table to eat, pulling out some plates and utensils and setting them down beside the pot of food.

“Will you join us?” Nanami, who’d been trailing behind the two of you, looks surprised at your question.

“Ah, I shouldn’t. I don’t want to impose.”

Yuji whines and wraps both of his arms around Nanami’s leg. “Please stay, Nanamin. Puh-lease.”

The two of you can’t help but laugh at the young boy’s antics.

“There’s plenty of food for the three of us,” you say, trying to tempt the salaryman to stay. For Yuji’s sake, of course. You know he’ll agree based on the way he smiles at Yuji and then at you. And he does, helping Yuji into his seat and then sitting down beside him at the boy’s insistence.

Yuji talks and talks through the meal, and he seems to paint the table with his food. Nanami helps wipe curry off of his cheeks. Yuji looks up at him with puppy dog eyes, and you can sense a request coming.

“Will you sleep over, Nanamin?”

Nanami sighs through his nose, and you know he’s struggling internally. You know, because you would too. “I can’t do that, I’m sorry.”

Yuji pouts and frowns down at his plate.

Nanami taps the point of Yuji’s nose to catch his attention. “But if you ever need anything, you can call me and I will always come. How does that sound?”

Yuji scrunches his face as he thinks about it. “Even if it’s silly?”

“Nothing you need will ever be silly, Yuji-kun.”

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That first night, you wake up bleary eyed to Yuji standing shyly in the doorway to your bedroom. He clutches the wood between his fingers so tightly that you can hear the wood crack under his extraordinary strength.

“Yuji? Are you alright, sweetheart?”

He shakes his head, and you turn your bedside lamp on quickly to see what the matter is. You can see tears tracking down his cheeks.

“I had a bad dream,” he says, and the crack in his voice is obvious, though he tries not to let it show.

After what Gojo told you of the scene that took place at the Itadori home, you can only imagine the nightmares that are plaguing his mind. You push your blanket off quickly so you can comfort him. “Do you want me to warm some milk for you? Or would you like me to tuck you back into bed?”

He looks up at you shyly. “May I have some milk, please?”

“Of course!”

You extend your hand to him, and he clutches your pointer and middle fingers in his tiny hand. You guide him to the kitchen, turning on the lamp for some soft lighting. Yuji refuses to leave your side as you prepare his milk. He wraps his arms around your leg tightly, resting his chubby cheek against the side of your leg.

Your heart tightens at the sight of such a small, traumatized boy. You run your fingers through his light pink hair carefully as you consider just how terrified this child is. Once his milk is ready and you’ve checked that it’s not too hot, you sit with Yuji at the kitchen table until he’s taken the last few sips of his milk.

His eyes droop sleepily and he rests his head on his tiny arms while trying not to show how tired he is. You collect his cup and rinse it with soap before leaving it on the rack to dry. Then, you focus on Yuji, who is half asleep at the table.

You lift him out of the chair. “Is this okay, Yuji?”

In response, he wraps his arms around your neck and burrows his face into your shirt. You spread your palm over his back, and you make a promise to yourself that no one will even hurt him again. Sukuna may be the king of curses, but he’ll never have Yuji’s body to control. Not even over your dead body.

You tuck Yuji into bed carefully, making sure that the nightlight is turned on. It shines light blue stars onto the wall that his bed is pressed against. Yuji stares at them with his tiny fists clutching the covers. Before you can think about leaving, he reaches his hand out to you. “Miss, can you stay? I’m scared.”

You don’t hesitate to sit beside him on the bed, letting him curl his body towards you. You run your hand through his hair and hum a melody you don't know the origin of until you’re sure that he’s fallen asleep. You frown and run your finger along one of the lines under his eyes. Your hand flies away when it peels open to reveal an eye. It must be Sukuna’s doing. At that realization, you feel anger rattle through your chest.

You lean forward and whisper, “If you ever hurt him again, I will kill you.”

The eye locks onto you, almost as if acknowledging your threat. You think for a moment that Sukuna might surface, but the eye rolls back and refuses to open again. You let out a shaky breath and press a gentle hand to Yuji’s messy hair.

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Gojo helps you enroll Yuji in preschool, in the same class as Megumi. It was a hard decision for you to make, but ultimately, you think that he needs to grow up as a normal boy. In order to make sure Sukuna won’t be able to cause issues, you are able to take up a job as a teacher’s assistant in the class. Yuji loves school, and he’s even happier when he finds out you’re staying with him in the class.

You and Nanami do your best to give Yuji a good life and good memories. You’ve convinced Nanami to have dinner with you more often, and it helps to put Yuji on the phone and let him beg Nanami to come over. Nanami has never been able to deny Yuji, and you don’t mind the company at all. It makes you feel normal for once.

Yuji has been staying with you for a few months now, and Nanami has been an angel the entire time. Even though he doesn’t have to, he takes the two of you out over the weekend, to eat and to do different activities to help Yuji feel normal. He commits his time to you two, even though you know he’s probably exhausted from his job. So you feel like the least you can do is invite him to your place for a home cooked meal every Friday.

On one particular day at school, the students are drawing pictures of what makes them happy. You watch over them, complimenting all of their artworks. You almost burst out into a fit of laughter at the sight of Megumi’s drawing. There’s him and his sister right in the middle, with his demon dogs drawn on either side of the two siblings. But your favorite part is the tiny drawing of Gojo that Megumi’s drawn figure is standing on top of triumphantly. You snap a quick photo to send to Gojo later.

You compliment Nobara’s drawing next. She drew herself with giant muscles standing over a pile of beat up bodies. You smile down at the grinning girl. “Wow, Nobara! How creative!”

“Look at mine!” Yuji calls to you, pride evident in his voice. He holds his drawing up so you can see.

“Oh, Yuji! This is–” You pause to take in the drawing. The background mimics the mural that’s painted in his room. You recognize his figure, with bright pink representing his hair. Emotion clogs your throat when you see that he’s drawn himself hand in hand with a figure that you think is yourself. The drawing looks a little scary, but it's so sweet that you can’t take offense.

“This is wonderful, Yuji, I love it! Wow, you’ve captured my spirit so well!” He grins at your praise. You notice another figure in the background hidden behind…jail bars?

“Who’s that?” You ask, worried that it might be Sukuna scaring the boy again.

“It’s Nanamin. I drew him in his celery job.” You press your hand to your mouth to hold back a laugh and study the drawn version of your friend.

Yuji continues his explanation. “See, we’re going to save him! Can we see him soon?” He asks shyly.

You run your hand over his hair. “I’ll ask him, okay? Here, let me show him your amazing art, so he knows how much we miss him.”

you: your friend misses you

you: saving you from work is what makes him happiest

Nanami: Wow.

Nanami: He made the drawing look just like you.

you: oh fuck off

you: would you like to come over for dinner?

you: yuji reeeally misses you

Nanami: Just Yuji?

you: yes

Nanami: Oh really?

you: okay maybe we both miss you

Nanami: How about this Friday? I’ll actually be off of work at a reasonable hour.

you: yayyy!

you: is there anything specific you want to eat?

Nanami: Everything you make is delicious

you: wow, a man after my own heart

Nanami: …

Nanami: I’ll see you on Friday.

you: see you thennn :)

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Since school lets out early on Fridays, you take Yuji with you to go grocery shopping for tonight’s dinner. Yuji helps you pick out everything from the grocery list from his seat in the shopping cart.

The last thing you expect is the rough call of your name.

When you look up from the tomatoes that you’re looking over, your stomach drops at the sight of your ex-fiancé. His eyes flicker between you and Yuji, and you can see the disgust settling on his face.

“You can’t be serious,” he says, and you cringe at the way his voice rises.

“Takuya.” You do your best to stay civil when you acknowledge him, but it feels more like calming a rabid animal. Not a lot has changed, then.

“No, it’s fine,” he turns as if to walk away, but of course he can’t walk away. He’s never been able to do that, except to walk away from your relationship nearly two years ago. “It’s just…you had all that shit to say, but now you’re walkin’ around with a kid. He's—what—five? Are you serious? Are you fucking serious?”

You place a comforting hand over Yuji’s arm and turn the cart so that your entire body is blocking Takuya’s view of Yuji. “Watch your language. You don’t get to act like this when you don’t know anything about the situation. But I guess it never matters, not when you always make up your mind before I speak a single word.”

He takes a step closer. “It doesn’t take a genius to figure it out. You cheated, didn’t you? You hid this bastard kid and you blamed everything on me so that you could start fresh. It wasn’t fucking health issues, you killed my baby.”

He's all up in your face now, pointing an accusing finger at you. You’re not intimidated by him, you’ve never been thanks to the power you know is thrumming underneath your skin.

But Yuji whimpers, “Mama?”

You blink at the new title, looking back at the little boy. His eyebrows are furrowed, and he stares at Takuya with a curl at his lip. Sukuna’s eye twitches from its spot on his face. You maneuver your shopping cart away from Takuya.

“Don’t ever speak to me again. I won’t tolerate any of your insecure spiraling,” you tell him firmly, before disappearing down an aisle and heading straight to the check-out queue.

You pay and leave as quickly as you can, and you notice Yuji’s concern as you clip him into his booster seat. You tap his nose to get his attention. “Hey, don’t worry about it, sweetheart. I’d never let him—or anyone—hurt you.”

But of course, Yuji brings it up during dinner that evening to Nanami. The little tattletale drags out every excruciating detail of the encounter, talking about the scary man who screamed at you and tried to hurt you. You cringe as he somehow manages to make it sound worse than it actually was. You blame yourself for not shielding him from it better.

Nanami’s head snaps to you. “What?”

Your hand tightens around your fork as you push your food around your plate. You look over at Nanami and mouth, Later, staring pointedly at Yuji. His jaw clenches, but he nods.

After Yuji takes his bath and gets tucked into bed, you pour Nanami and yourself glasses of red wine and sit at the couch to unwind.

“What was Yuji talking about earlier?” Nanami wastes no time in asking.

You sigh and take a long sip of wine. “We bumped into my ex at the store. Takuya and I…we didn’t end things in a good place. He blamed me for the whole relationship falling apart.”

You down the rest of your wine and place the empty glass on the coffee table. You pull your knees up to your chest. “And…I guess he was right in a way.”

Nanami looks like he wants to argue, but he stays silent and lets you speak. You puff out a breath. “We found out we were pregnant a few months before he broke off the engagement. I was so happy. We both were. We were gonna have a little girl.” Your hand goes to your stomach instinctually.

“I–I didn’t know that my uterus was broken.” You spit the word out like it’s poison. “I lost the baby in the second month. I thought at first it was my curse technique, maybe it saw the fetus as a threat. But no, it was just genetics. So pathetic.”

Nanami has his arms around you and he’s wiping away tears you don’t remember shedding. “Don’t say that, sweetheart. You are not broken. And no matter what that asshole says, it is not your fault. I’m sorry that you had to go through it alone.”

You sniffle into his shoulder, pressing into his comforting hold. “It was so hard, not telling anyone. But I felt so weak, and I was too much of a coward to face any of you.”

Nanami pulls back to look at you. He cradles your cheek in his hand. “You are the strongest sorcerer and the strongest woman I have the pleasure of l– of knowing. A difficult situation does not make you weak.”

You let out a wet laugh. “Don’t let Gojo hear you say that.”

Nanami doesn’t hesitate. “It’s the truth. I’ll scream it from the rooftop so he can hear me if you like.”

You shake your head. “I just hate that Yuji had to hear all of it. Takuya saw him and he…he just exploded. I guess he assumed Yuji was biologically mine, and he figured that I lied about not being able to have kids so that I could break off the engagement without it being my fault. He scared Yuji really badly.”

Nanami's jaw tenses. “Did he lay a hand on either of you? Because I swear, I’ll–”

You shake your head. “No, I made sure he didn’t. Actually, I was more worried that Yuji would use Sukuna’s cursed energy to wipe him off the face of the earth. He��” you smile at the memory from earlier. “Yuji called me Mama. Can you believe it?”

You lay your head against Nanami’s chest. He pets the back of your head gently. “He really loves you.”

You lift your head to look at him. “He loves you too. It always feels so incomplete here without you. Like…like a piece of this puzzle is always missing when you’re not around.”

You notice then that your face is really close to Nanami’s. Your eyes drag from his lips up to his eyes, only to find him already staring at you. You lean forward a few centimeters, and that small bit of movement snaps Nanami out of his trance. He untangles your bodies quickly, clearing his throat. Your heart drops in disappointment, and you’re embarrassed that your desire made you act so irrationally that you would make him so uncomfortable.

“We shouldn’t,” he says softly.

“Sorry,” you mutter, blinking rapidly. “I…I don’t know why I–”

Nanami murmurs your name, but you absolutely cannot handle that right now, so you change course. You stand quickly and collect both of your empty wine glasses to leave in the sink for tomorrow.

“I… I should go.” Nanami says, but he doesn’t move yet.

You turn away from him so that you’re facing the sink. “You can stay the night. It’s well past midnight, and I know you’re no lightweight but you had a bit to drink earlier.”

He hesitated for a moment, but when you turn back around to face him, he nods in agreement.

You think on autopilot. “The couch pulls out into a mattress, but you can have the bed if you want. I think Takuya left some sweats that might fit. I–I’ll go find those.”

Nanami calls your name, but you turn away. Coward. “Don’t, Ken.”

You find a pair of sweats and a t-shirt that looks large enough. You lay them on the pulled out mattress alongside a pillow and a thick blanket while Nanami is in the bathroom. You go to bed quickly after that, just taking a moment to check on Yuji in his bed. He’s fast asleep, and the sight of him helps you relax slightly.

The next morning, you opt to make pancakes for breakfast. Nanami joins you silently while you cook. He starts a pot of coffee and takes over cooking the turkey bacon and eggs while you cut fruit. Neither of you say a word.

You clean up the dishes in the sink while you wait for Yuji to wake up. Nanami dries while you sponge and wash. Once you’ve cleaned the last dish, he turns off the water and dries his hands on a towel before handing it to you.

He whispers your name, in the honey-smooth way that he always does. Does he know that you’d do anything he asked with just a single word? His fingers tilt your chin so that you’re forced to look at him. His eyes flicker down and then back up to meet your own. He moves forward a centimeter before pausing and pulling back his hand slightly.

Your heart jumps, and you frown. “You’re a cruel man, Kento.”

His thumb caresses your skin. “I…I’ve wanted you for so long, and I don’t want to ruin this balance. What if it doesn’t work out? How will it affect Yuji?”

“Kiss me,” you beg him, leaning forward to brush your nose against his jaw. “For once, don’t think, Ken. Please,” you whisper into his ear.

His hand cups your jaw firmly and he leans his head forward to mold his lips against yours, pressing deliciously into your desperate mouth. Your hand drags up his undercut, scraping your nails against the back of his head until your hand digs into his longer strands of hair. You feel his hands travel down until they wrap comfortably around your waist, as if they’re meant to fit there.

He lifts you up suddenly onto the counter, causing you to laugh against his mouth. His large hands wrap around your knees, kneading up gently into the plush of your thighs. His nose travels from your rapidly rising and falling chest to your neck to the corner of your mouth, until he can press destinationless kisses anywhere he can reach.

“I’m leaving my job,” he mutters into your mouth.

You pull back to stare at him. “You’re…what?”

He dips his head into the crook of your neck. “I talked to Gojo about it. I’m going to be a sorcerer again.”

Your heart stutters, and even though you know Nanami is more than capable of doing so, you can’t help but worry for him. “Oh? Why now?”

“I want to be around more, and I want to protect you and Yuji. I hate sorcery as much as I hate being a salaryman, but at least I’ll be able to help people more than I do now.”

You drag your hands through his hair, watching him shut his eyes and tilt his head back. You hum, staring down at him. “Hm. I can get used to seeing you here all the time.”

He peels his eyes open and stares at you through lidded eyes. There’s a soft smile on his face. “Yeah?”

You laugh giddily, holding his cheeks between your hands. “How could this ever ruin us?”

He hums. “Right as always, dear.”

“Mama?” You pull your face away from Nanami quickly.

Yuji is standing in the kitchen’s doorway, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Nanami helps you down off the counter without a word. You meet Yuji halfway, lifting him up and swinging him around happily. Nanami places the plates of food at the center of the table.

“Yujiii! Look at the funny face me and Nanamin made for you out of pancakes and fruit!”

You sit him into his seat, watching his face light up in delight at the plate Nanami places in front of him.

He gives each of you a look of suspicion, narrowing his eyes. “Does that mean you’re gonna get married now?”

You stutter. “Yuji!”

He looks at you bashfully. “Gojo-san said you’re gonna be married soon.”

You sigh. “Oh, honey. Gojo likes to tease us all a lot, hm?”

Yuji pouts and grasps your hand. “Oh, please marry Nanamin, Mama. Please, please, please.”

You laugh, glancing over at nanami who shares your mirth. “Maybe one day, Yuji.”

He cheers and looks over at Nanami. “And then can I call you Papa?”

Nanami looks stunned. He looks to you for guidance, and you smile encouragingly. He places his hand on Yuji's shoulder gently. “If you like, Yuji-kun. You can call me Papa whenever you like.”

Yuji grins, showing off his gap-tooth smile. He lifts his hands in the air. “Pa-pa-min! Pa-pa-min!”

Nanami’s hand covers your own through the rest of the meal, refusing to lose contact with you for even a moment. It takes almost a full minute of feeling his touch against the back of your hand to notice that he’s absent-mindedly rubbing his thumb along your finger right where a wedding ring would be.

You sigh, happier than ever. Yeah, you can get used to this kind of life.

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thatonegrimm · 3 days ago

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Hello! I've been loving your Saja boys stuff and I was wondering if I could throw a request into the mix please?

Saja Boys with a Cottagecore girly reader? A reader who's not really bothered with pop music and big city life. She's all flowers, old teacups, baked goods and wild gardens. Very practical magic "Throw salt over your left shoulder, put rosemary by your garden gate, plant lavender for luck and fall in love whenever you can" type of girl.

I think it'll be a super cute concept and the boys deserve a simple life 🥺

Aww, thank you!! I’m so glad you’re enjoying the Saja Boys! 🥹💖 And this idea?? Adorable.

A soft, cottagecore reader who’s all flowers, teacups, and quiet rituals while the boys stumble around trying not to set the garden on fire? Yes please—and you’re absolutely right, they do deserve a simple life sometimes. 😌🌿

🌙Saja Boys x Cottagecore!Reader🌿

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🧿 Jinu

You pour him tea in a delicate cup—thin porcelain painted with tiny roses, a little chip on the rim you never bothered to fix.

Jinu holds it like it might shatter. Like he might shatter if he doesn’t do it right.

He notices everything. The way salt lines your windowsills. The rosemary bundle hanging above your stove. The sigils drawn in chalk behind your doorframe—subtle, small, brushed into the grain of the wood like you’ve done it a hundred times.

“You know those aren’t real wards,” he murmurs, fingers wrapped around the warm ceramic.

You tilt your head, smile faintly. “Then why do you feel safer here?”

He doesn't have an answer.

But that night, when you’re not looking, he traces a protection symbol into the sugar bowl. It’s sloppy—off-balance. You stir it into your tea anyway, take a sip, and kiss his cheek.

“See?” you whisper. “Now it’s working.”

He doesn’t deny it. He just drinks his tea—sweetened, quiet, steady.

And stays.

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💪 Abby

Your house always smells like fresh bread. Even when you haven’t baked in days. Even when it’s storming. Even when Abby’s carrying half the world’s weight on his shoulders.

Here, everything is soft.

Sun-warmed wood floors. Crooked shelves filled with mismatched mugs. Wildflowers growing in disorganized chaos out your kitchen window.

He sits at your table like it’s a sacred ritual. You hand him a slice of still-warm bread, buttered and dusted with sugar.

He eats it slowly. Reverently.

“Do you miss the city?” he asks once.

You shake your head. “I like waking up to birds. Not sirens.”

He thinks about that all day.

That night, while you’re tending to the garden, you catch him quietly building something out near the lavender beds.

It’s a bench.

Not perfect. A little uneven. But sturdy. Handmade.

“For you,” he says gruffly. “So you have somewhere to watch the seasons change.”

Your hand slips into his without a word.

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📚 Mystery

He never knocks. Just… appears. Like the shadows deliver him straight to your garden gate.

And you always know.

You open the door with two mugs in hand—steam rising gently from herbal blends he never asks the name of. One for him. One for you.

“I figured you’d come,” you say, as if it’s already written.

He doesn’t reply. Just steps inside your cottage like it’s a place the world forgot—candle-lit, scent of rosemary and rain-damp soil clinging to the floorboards.

Your reading nook has no power, just books and dried flowers and too many blankets. He settles beside you wordlessly.

Later, you press a dried bloom into his palm. “Chamomile,” you murmur. “For stillness.”

He stares at it. Doesn’t blink.

Then folds the petal into the page of his book and says, almost too quietly, “You don’t ask for anything.”

You smile. “Neither do you.”

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💋 Romance

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he says dramatically, as you hand him a plum tart on a floral plate.

You just hum, dusting sugar off your fingers. “Only if you have a weak constitution.”

He watches you move through your cottage like you belong to it—barefoot, a ribbon in your hair, apron smudged with flour. You talk to your basil plant. You hang bundles of thyme like wards. You write grocery lists in calligraphy.

“You’re dangerous,” he mutters.

You glance back at him, amused. “Because I fed you?”

“Because you fed me with intention.”

You laugh. “You act like I’m casting love spells.”

“You are,” he says seriously. “And they’re working.”

Later, you find your rose salt dish filled with tiny origami love notes. No explanation.

He just kisses your hand next time you serve him tea and whispers, “Teach me that kind of magic.”

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🔥 Baby

You don’t ask where he’s been.

You just nod toward the basin at the garden gate. “Hands first. Then come in.”

He obeys.

There’s soot on his hoodie. Something wild in his eyes. You offer him lemon balm tea without blinking. He holds it like he doesn’t know what to do with the warmth.

Your house is soft. Too soft, maybe. Lace curtains. Mismatched chairs. A garden that refuses to grow in straight rows.

He sits stiffly, trying not to break anything. You hand him a chipped teacup. The one he cracked last week.

“I fixed it,” you say. “Still holds tea. Still beautiful.”

He stares at the gold-laced repair—kintsugi, you called it—and then at you.

“You’re weird,” he mutters.

“And you keep coming back.”

His eyes narrow like he wants to argue. But he doesn't.

Instead, he takes the cup in both hands and sips slowly, like learning softness won’t burn him.

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#abby x reader #baby x reader #jinu x reader #mystery x reader #romance x reader #saja boys x reader #kpop demon hunters #kpdh x reader #kpdh

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kdh-tally · 1 day ago

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Romance x Reader Headcannons

Prompt : Headcannons of Romance and his partner

Author's Note : Can you tell who my second favourite Saja Boy is? I love Romance and need more content of him you guys ☹️

You met Romance completely by chance

You were a kpop idol and your group had only debuted a few months earlier.

No massive wins or trophies or anything of the sort but somehow, your company landed you an MC gig at a major end-of-year award show.

It was in hopes to get your group more attention.

You were standing backstage, rereading your cue cards and trying not to pass out due to nerves, when the door opened and in walked him.

Romance. From The Saja Boys.

There was no way he was real.

He had that energy people spoke about.

He was tall, confident, dressed in an all black outfit with silver accents, his fluffy pink hair was perfectly styled, bringing out his eyes.

He seemed to look over the room before focusing on you. He grinned.

“So you’re the rookie idol right?” he asked.

You nodded quickly and bowed. “Y-yes. I’m… I’m honored.”

He smiled, a little surprised but smiled sweetly.

“You don’t have to look so scared, angel.”

You were going to combust.

He noticed right away that you were shy.

You kept your gaze down, your voice quiet, and clutched your cue cards like they were your life line.

He was sure you had the words memorized already due to how many times you looked over them.

But when you read your lines during rehearsal, your voice was clear. Calm. Soft but steady. He was immediately intrigued.

“You’re nervous, huh?” he asked “That’s okay, i’ll help you through it”

During the show, he made sure to be a great guide.

Gently handing you the mic

Smiling in your direction before your lines

Whispering words of encouragement between camera cuts.

He even made silly jokes to get you more comfortable and make you laugh.

And when you eventually laughed in his direction? It was game over. That was it for him.

After the show ended, you bowed again, more confident this time. “Thank you for helping me tonight sunbaenim.”

“Anytime,” he said, handing you a cherry soda from the catering. “Actually… I was thinking I’d like to help you smile like that more often.”

You nearly dropped the can.

You didn’t realize it at the time, but you had just become Romance’s favorite person in the entire industry.

He loves doting on you.

Will do anything to see you smile, even if it means acting like a complete clown during practice.

You get flustered so easily and he lives for it.

He sends texts like :

“Good luck on stage today, angel. Try not to make too many people fall for you today alright?”

And then follow up with a 💋💋 emoji just to mess with you.

Since you’re still a newer idol group, you prefer to keep a super low-profile and try to keep things quiet.

He’s surprisingly good at respecting that… until he accidentally wears your group’s colors on a livestream and fans notice immediately.

When you both hang out together later you’re covering your face from embarrassment, he gently pulls your hands away.

“Don’t hide from me angel. I like looking at you.”

He’s more of a caller than a texter but you prefer texting over calling. So you both compromise.

He sends you multiple voice notes, knowing just how much you love his voice.

They’re usually just him humming, singing a few of his lyrics for you, random rants about his day, or compliments.

If you’re sad, he’ll send a 2-minute-long voice memo just going: “Hi. You're my favorite person. That’s all. Okay. Bye. Wait—no, also, you’re cute. Okay now bye. Actually wait–” and he just continues going on like that.

He remembers all your favorite snacks.

Shows up to music shows with them and slips them to you like it’s a spy exchange.

He finds it fun keeping things a secret.

The first time you initiated physical contact, even though it was just grabbing his sleeve, his whole brain short-circuited.

He didn’t expect you to make a move.

He then awaits any form of contact from you like a cat.

Romance is a cat for sure.

When your group wins their first award, he’s the first person to congratulate you.

He meets up with you secretly at your dorm, peppering your face with kisses.

“I knew you’d do it. So proud of you, angel. I cried a little. Don’t tell the boys.”

He never gets jealous of your fame, but he will get pouty when your company keeps you too busy to text him back.

He also wants to tell everyone you’re together so bad.

“I was thinking we should just tell everyone we’re dating.”

“We are not doing that on Inkigayo day.”

“Okay but, what if we wore matching colors?”

“Romance—”

“They’d never know. Or they’d ALL know. Its a win-win situation.”

He’s touchy when you’re in private backstage.

Always fixing your mic

Adjusts your accessories

Or even just tucking your hair behind your ear.

The staff who see this are so in support.

Confession? It happened on your second date.

He was stil getting to know you and had asked about why you wanted to be a kpop idol anyways.

You went on the longest rant. Talking about how you always had a passion for singing and dancing and couldn’t help but admire the many idols you watched every day.

He stopped listening halfway through.

All he could think about was how adorable you looked when so passionate about something.

He wanted to be the first person you ranted to about everything just so he could see your cute face.

“Can i be your boyfriend?” he’d interrupt unconsciously.

His face would turn red after realizing what he said, “T-that slipped out! Please ignore me angel–”

But you cut him off with a small laugh before agreeing “I’d love that”

He swore his heart fell out of his chest.

He does all the talking when you're around people.

You stand there politely, maybe giving soft smiles or nods while he speaks.

When you finally do open up, even a little, he absolutely melts.

“I think I just fell in love again.”

Also! When the boys found out here's how it went :

Baby scoffs in disbelief. “You pulled her????? I don’t get why anyone would want to date you…”

“I’m proud of you bro,” Abby nods in approval.

Mystery doesn’t say much but Romance knows he approves. He caught both of you shopping for cute little trinkets one day. Mystery eventually buys both you and Romance couple keychains. He said he’s never seen Romance sit still for more than five minutes, except when he’s waiting for you.

Jinu recognized you from a prior interaction at a performance. He knew you were shy and was a bit surprised you ended up with Romance, the flirt. “I thought they were scared of cameras, turns out they just didn’t want to look at anyone but you.” He’d tease you both.

When asked about his ideal types in interviews he sighs wistfully “Shy. Cute. Soft voice. Gets super shy when I flirt.”

Fans catch on fast.

Especially when they look over clips from when you MC’ed together.

You two have such different energies that it’s hard not to notice when you interact.

You express your love for him through small, quiet things.

Sharing food.

Fixing his collar.

He especially loves when you hold his pinky under the table.

He expresses love through loud declarations and posting lyrics online that are obviously about you.

He teases you constantly but as soon as you give him a tiny pout, he panics like, “No no no, I’m sorry!! You’re perfect! I love you!”

How your group feels about it!!

Before your first date you were all discussing how crazy everything was.

“Are you sure he’s not just teasing you?”

Your leader gets that protective older sibling energy.

They know you’re soft-hearted and don't want you to get played, especially by an older idol.

They would watch Romance like a hawk the first few times you two were seen together backstage.

But once they saw how gently he treated you (offering you snacks, never pushing your boundaries, waiting patiently for you to speak), they approved.

Your groups main dancer SCREAMED when they found out.

"Wait, the flirty guy with the pink hair?? You like that??" they would think for a moment "Actually… okay yeah, I kinda get it."

They constantly tease you about it, always winking when Romance is mentioned.

10/10 ships you both.

Will start playing Saja Boys songs super loudly in the dorm just to mess with you.

The vocalist, and your closest friend in the group screamed into a pillow when you first told them.

They help you draft texts to him when you’re too nervous to word things perfectly.

You two have sleepovers where you gush about his voice or replay clips where he says your name.

Your groups maknae smirks every time you get a text from him.

“ARE YOU BLUSHINGGG??”

They fully edit videos of your interactions and posts them in your group’s GC.

Overall, they love how he hypes you up, especially since you're so soft-spoken.

“No cause when he said you were the prettiest person he’d ever met on earth on that radio show? I felt like I was gonna cry.”

They're protective, but they’ve also never seen you this happy or confident before.

They think he’s good for you.

He would call you things like :

Angel : All day, everyday. It’s his favorite nickname for you.

Sunshine : When you smile, because he thinks it’s the best thing in the world.

Love : Says it in a lower voice, whenever he wants to make you flustered.

Cutie : Because it’s what you are.

Y/N-ie : Only in private.

You would call him things like :

Romance-sunbaenim : When you were still getting to know each other. Out of respect (he loved that)

Pretty boy : Under your breath when he’s not listening.

My man : Written in your diary but you’d NEVER say it aloud.

Romi : His contact name in your phone with a pink heart emoji.

Oppa : once you got closer, he loses his mind every time.

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queenbrucewayne · 3 days ago

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Lunch Room

Summary: little babble of team cuteness about Batman & Y/n.

“He’s pouting.”

Barry Allen leaned toward Clark, nodding his head toward the far end of the cafeteria. Across the room, Batman—sat alone, untouched tray of food in front of him, tapping a slow rhythm on the table with one gloved finger.

Clark glanced over, then went back to eating. “He looks the same as always.”

“Nope.” Barry squinted, eyes narrowing. “Something’s different. He’s brooding harder than usual.”

“You sure that’s even possible?”

Before Barry could answer, Green Lantern slid onto the bench across from them, carrying a tray of his own.

“If you’re so curious, maybe try asking him,” he said with a smirk.

Barry recoiled slightly. “Oh no. I enjoy living.”

“Hey, boys,” Diana greeted as she approached, settling beside Clark. “What’s going on?”

Clark chuckled, gesturing toward Bruce with his fork. “Barry thinks Batman’s off his game today.”

Diana glanced over. Bruce hadn’t moved much. Still tapping. Still brooding.

“Oh,” she said casually. “That’s probably about Y/n.”

The three men turned to her in unison, stunned.

John raised a brow. “Care to explain?”

Diana blinked, surprised to be the center of attention. “What? I just meant he likes her. Has for months. It’s kind of obvious. And… sad, honestly.”

Barry choked. “Batman doesn’t like people. He doesn’t pine. He’s Batman. If he wanted someone, he’d just—brood at them until they fell in love.”

Diana raised an amused brow, lips twitching at the corners.

Before she could respond, the cafeteria door slid open and Y/n walked in. As if drawn by gravity, she made a straight path to Bruce’s table, sitting across from him. His posture shifted slightly at her arrival—nothing overt, but noticeable enough if you were watching for it.

Which, of course, all four of them were.

Barry leaned toward Clark again, whispering like a child desperate for gossip. “Hey. Use your super hearing. Tell us what they’re saying.”

Clark shook his head, eyes wide. “That’s an invasion of privacy!”

“Oh, come on! Don’t act like you’re not curious.”

Clark hesitated. Then sighed, rubbing his palms before focusing. “They’re just… talking about the mission they had last night.”

He paused.

“Wait. They had a mission last night?”

John smirked. “Maybe ‘mission’ is code.”

Barry slapped the table. “Exactly! It was a date! And now he’s nervous because she hasn’t said anything yet!”

Diana rolled her eyes. “You’re all reading too much into this.”

“Reading into what?”

The voice came from behind. The group turned to see Y/n standing there with her lunch tray, brows raised in mild amusement.

Silence.

Clark cleared his throat. “We were just… discussing Bruce’s behavior. He’s been a little... off.”

Y/n glanced toward Bruce’s table, considering. “He seems fine to me.”

“You don’t think he’s acting different?” John asked.

She shrugged and sat beside Diana. “Maybe I’ll ask him about it at dinner tonight.”

Barry choked on his food, coughing violently. “WHAT?!”

John looked just as surprised. “He asked you to dinner?”

“No.” Y/n casually popped a piece of fruit into her mouth. “I asked him.”

The table fell completely still.

Y/n noticed the shift in energy and raised a brow. “What?”

Barry was the first to recover. “We just… can’t believe he said yes.”

She frowned. “Why?”

Diana stepped in smoothly. “We’re just surprised Bruce would… take time to date. Especially someone on the team.”

“Exactly!” Barry piped in, zipping to her side. “You’re fun and stylish and smile like… all the time. He’s… you know, Batman.”

Y/n laughed. “He’s not so bad.”

John chuckled. “Maybe if Barry didn’t bug him every hour, he’d be nicer to him too.”

“I am a delight to be around,” Barry declared proudly.

John squinted. “Who told you that?”

“Iris,” Barry said smugly.

Y/n smirked. “She doesn’t count.”

Barry slouched dramatically. “I came here to save lives, not be roasted.”

“So dramatic,” Diana muttered.

Barry perked up. “So, Y/n. What’s the plan? Romantic rooftop dinner? Candlelit cave patrol? Maybe a Wayne gala?”

Y/n rolled her eyes. “None of your business.”

Barry ignored her. “Oh! Take him bowling! No, laser tag! Wait—roller skating!”

Y/n pretended to think. “What else do you think he’d enjoy?”

Barry leaned in, completely oblivious. “He seems like a classical theater kind of guy. Maybe opera. You think he owns a pipe?”

A low, gravelly grunt sounded behind him.

Barry froze. Eyes widened. “Please tell me he’s not behind me.”

John didn’t even look. “You’ve got about three seconds.”

Barry turned his head slowly. Bruce stood over him, arms crossed, expression unreadable and terrifying.

Barry vanished in a streak of red lightning.

Silence fell over the table.

Clark chuckled. “Worth it.”

Bruce didn’t say a word, but the glare lingered.

Y/n bit her lip to keep from laughing. “We were just talking about opera,” she offered innocently.

Bruce arched an eyebrow.

Y/n shrugged. “I told them it’s not your thing.”

He looked at her for a long moment, then turned and walked away.

Y/n waited a beat before grinning down at her food.

Barry peeked around the corner from across the room, clearly traumatized. "Is he gone now?"

"Your safe Barry... for now." Y/n chuckled.

Barry went back to his seat, letting out as sigh of relief, he continued to eating the rest of his lunch.

Y/n felt a buzz come from her phone. Looking down at it, she could help but smile.

Perhaps we can try opera after dinner next week.

Tag: @christianbalefanatic @importantenemypeanut

#batman #batman x reader #batman x you #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x y/n #dc comics #dc universe #bruce wayne #queen bruce wayne #dcu

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theyluvjake · 16 hours ago

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belle's.....

ᢉ𐭩 enhypen fic recs

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heeseung:

- win one win me (14k, no smut, strangers to lovers, college sports au, romance) • @jaylver

- emails i cant send (9.4k, heavy smut, boss heeseung x employee reader, yummy office romance/smut!!) • @i2sunric

- trapped. (9k, smut, angst, toxic behaviors, stepcest!, fluff if ur delusional and squint!) • @lassiie

jake:

- eyes closed (3.6k, loser roomate jake!!, no smut just fluff and romance, roomates to ? idk but its really freaking cute T.T) • @iekeu

- bet you (5k, smut, academic rivals, science nerd jake, enemies to lovers?, this is overall just really cute and i <3 nerd jake so..) • @blackwhitez

- stuffed (1.2k, smut, cockwarming, its beautiful.) • @emisluvr

- second law (3.3k, fluff, crack, super cute and dorky sweet nerd jake who is assigned as your tutor!!) • @sweethoneyjays

- liquid sweetener (5.2k, smut, jake taking care of his extra needy sick gf.... its so cute and nasty... perfect combo if u ask me!) • @intromortal

sunghoon:

- inch by inch (23.6k, heavy smut!!! monster cock hoon. thats pretty much it but this is probably the best smut ive read honestly.) • @intromortal

- meet me at the rink (10.3k, minor angst, fluff adorablness love the plot sm!!! its actually so amazing) • @nocturnebite

- get you better (13.6k smut, cheating boyfriends bsf hoon) • @i2sunric

- hoodie thief (no wc but lengthy!, heavy smut, roomates to lovers deliciousness ) • @tobiosbbyghorl

- tangled desires (15.4k, smut, angst, enemy hoon, enemies to lovers) • @021894s

jay:

- babysitter (22.4k, smut, rich dad au, enemies to lovers, age gap! lowk sugar daddy jay vibes to me.. mean!dom jay, dub-con) • @jaysbaefie

- all mine (husband jay vs wife reader playing a little prank on him. its really cute... the tiktok trend where u ask your s/o to leave the room while u change!!) • @enhaeil

jungwon:

- ecstasy (3.3k, smut, insatiable won, cnc, use of toys idk but it's delicious) • @mssishipi

-cat & mouse (2k, flirty neighbor won! teasing skinship, cute shit. in my head they r married and have 2 kids now, i wrote it in my head) • @boyfhee

- calc crush! (2.2k, smut, tutor wonnie!! so cute, soft dom won and lots of praising) • @wqnkiverse

multiple members & poly fics:

- safe & sound OT7 (SERIES! 142k, theres love interest but im not spoiling that :P just read it trust me. dystopian apocalypse au, horror slow burn and ANGST., this fic is genuinely a masterpiece if u havent read this read it now. this is the only fic ive ever followed along and been foaming at the mouth for chapters to drop. genuinely one of the best fics ive ever read like this is better than any book, genuinely writer is so gifted we love u) • @thatfeelinwhenyou

- girls goon too (5.3k, just smut, stepcest, step brothers heeseung and sunghoon @.@) • @ireverie

- fuck toy (just smut, jakehoon, hoon is your bf and he lets you fuck jake, infront of him ofc <3) • @wonbyyou

- only ever you. (5.7k, smut, light angst?, fluff, jakehoon x gf, poly relationship, soft doms jake joon, somewhat bratty sub reader. this is so cute and fed my poly enha craving so well) • @loljaeyunz

- i would give up heaven if i had to.. (SERIES! multiple chapters, LONG!) step-siblings heehoon! morally grey characters, toxic manipulative behavior, heavy smut) • @drunkhazed-archive

— i have sm more i swear ill try to compile another post like this but i had to digg these up fr, next time im gonna start writing down my rec list as i read!! anyways hope u guys enjoy and go show these writers lots of love!!!! they are all so amazing!!!!

#belle's.talks ୨୧ !#enha fics #fic recs #enhypen fanfic #enhypen fic #enhypen recs #enhypen fic recs #enhypen series #enhypen smut #enhypen #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen fluff #enhypen hard thoughts

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hitomisuzuya · 3 days ago

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Hi hi, I can't wait to send you a request since it's open, hehe🤭 You can ignore my request if it's already request before :3

Can I request a smut fic with yandere scummy scara who's jealous? Like reader talked to their brother but Scara came over and mistakenly thinking reader's brother is their new lover. Reader explained that it's just their brother and Scara trusted and forgave them. But when midnight came, to make sure that reader is belongs to him alone, he silently puts aphrodisiac in their favorite drink and food while they didn't notice.

After they done their meal, he guides them to his room and begins to hypnotize them to stay with him forever by his sweet words, reader succumbed to his words, along with aphrodisiac effect on their body, they willingly let him do what he wants with them without speaking any words. From here, he expressed his possessiveness love to them by marking their skin with his kisses and bites (their neck have the most bite marks cuz I love neck bite :3), fucking and cumming inside them multiple times until they can't bear it anymore and told him to let them breathe but he lets out his desperate side and wants more.

The rest is up to your imagination :33

Thank you for reading this and I'm sorry for my long request😅

scummy! yandere scaramouche x fem!reader. smut. dubcon? drugging/aphrodisiac. multiple creampie. jealousy. praise. bondage. biting/marking.

please, don't apologize for the long request, hunny. the more detailed someone is, the more it helps me. i hope this hits well. my confidence is super low despite really enjoying writing it.

as someone who always gets what he wants, and usually what he wants is easily attainable in some form or another, scaramouche didn't think he could want something so badly until he met you.

you are so fucking far out of his league that it makes him cringe. with your shy disposition, and your sweet, kind and patient smile. you are a treasure he worked so hard to attain.

after all the stalking, stealing your phone passcode and turning your gps on without telling you so he always knew where you were when he couldn't be with you. all the panties he stole and spent hopeless nights jacking off into. all the days he spent fantasizing, and drooling over you, he finally landed you.

honestly, at first, he thought your brain was broken but, he sure as hell wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

scaramouche could hear you laughing and giggling as he opens your front door. laughing and giggling in a way he thought you only did with him. and there was another car parked outside your house.

he stood there in the doorway, wide eyed as you and another guy suddenly stopped talking.

"hi, hunny," you greet him with the perfect fucking smile that always made him oh so weak.

"hi," scaramouche gives you a clipped greeting, leveling the other guy in his line of sight.

the guy laughs nervously, and gets up. "i see i am now intruding on something. i'll call you later," he said, rubbing the back of his neck just as nervously.

scaramouche thought he was going to explode when he saw the guy kiss the top of your head in what he thought was way too affectionate before he left. way too familiar.

"who the fuck was that?" he hisses, holding up his hand to stop you as you went to give him a kiss.

"scara-" you began, only to be cut off.

"i asked who the hell that asshole was? why were you laughing like that?" he demands, clenching his fist, "what the fuck was so fucking funny? let me in on the story," his words are dripping with jealous sarcasm.

you sigh softly, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "he was recalling something that happened when we were five. he is my older brother, scara. my older, and very gay brother."

....oh.

his expression softens. "fucking fine, whatever. he is just lucky i didn't castrate him," he grumbles, clearly a little humbled. "to make up for.. this, let me make you dinner tonight. whatever you want."

your eyes lit up. "okay, i love it when you cook."

your response is so innocent that you didn't realize scaramouche has an ulterior motive. brother or not, he felt he had come dangerously close to losing you to some other guy. you are way too good for him. any asshole could sneak out from around the corner and take you away from him.

he couldn't fucking have that.

while you are getting ready to go with him to the grocery store, scaramouche steps outside to make a few quick calls. whenever the trip was said and done, all it would take was for him to say he forgot to get some stupid ingredient (that he didn't actually need) and he would run real quick to the convenience store down the road.

and you would be none the wiser. it was oh so easy for him to slip the aphrodisiac into your drink and your food.

you didn't know what was going on. all you knew was your body felt like it was fire, and all you want is for scaramouche to touch you. to fuck you. every fiber of your being screamed it.

you are so wet that you felt your panties sticking to your cunt. every time scaramouche deepens the kisses he is pressing possessively on your lips, his teeth nipping as his tongue devours your mouth, your kisses grew more needier.

he couldn't get enough of the little shiver he felt as his graze over your body, pawing your clothes off. he didn't waste one single sweet whimper of need that his mouth swallows. to put the cherry on top for him, you let him tie your wrists above your head to the headboard.

"do you know how fucking cute you look, all defenseless and tied up for me?" scaramouche pants, resting his weight on top of you to make triple sure you couldn't get away.

his tongue flicks hot over your neck, and you squirm as you tilt your head to the side to give him better access. he shivers in aroused bliss at your virtually silent submission.

"fuck, look at you. you want me. you want me just as bad as i want you," he reluctantly lifts his head from your neck to drink in your hazy expression. your hazy, desperate expression.

you don't say anything as you lift yourself up enough to kiss him again, melting into the bed in a fit of satisfied shivers as his hands fold over your breasts. the pads of his fingers roll your nipples to harden.

the aphrodisiac has made you so sensitive. each pinch sends a jolt of needy pleasure straight to your throbbing clit. your walls clench unbearably around nothing, and you lift your hips, grinding your creamy pussy against his aching cock.

his cock throbs hearing your string of soft moans and whimpers as you struggle to get friction from his cock. "oh fuck yes, moan for me. moan for me, pretty," he returns his mouth to your neck.

"i am going to mark you up," his teeth bite and suck indiscriminately at your soft skin, "everyone will know you are mine. all fucking mine," your pussy is soaking wet on his cock, this was one powerful aphrodisiac.

his teeth fold a chunk of skin into his mouth to suck on as he teases his cock head against your quivering hole. your wrists strain in the soft ribbons around your wrists as you squirm with more desperation.

scaramouche is reeling with love. "i'll give you what you want," his cock slides easily inside of you, "i'll always give my girl what she wants," his teeth bite harder into your skin hearing your loud cry of pleasure.

his mouth is ravenous on your neck as he thrusts, groaning the tighter your pussy squeezes his cock. "fuck you feel so good. your pussy knows it belongs to my cock. you know you belong to me," lifting his head, he can already admire the bruises blossoming on your skin.

"you are mine, all mine. mine, mine, mine," he chants the word like a mantra, generously driving his cock to bully your sweet spot. "you won't ever leave me, right? right?" his fingers tighten around you as you twitch from your approaching orgasm, your moans bordering on pornographic the tighter your orgasm coiled to burst.

he lets out a long moan as his cock suddenly empties inside you. but that doesn't stop him. the squeezing of your walls is only making him hard again. "i'll fill you to the brim, i promise. fuck, you look so pretty."

the blush on your cheeks deepens with every honeyed word of praise. no one has ever called you pretty like this before. he feels you further melt, limp with pleasure. happy to let him consume you.

what feels like hours later, you can't grasp how many times you have creamed on his cock. your body is twitching from overstimulation as you weakly rock your hips into his cock.

"scara..scara..i don't know if i can cum anymore," you manage weakly, moaning and panting between your words. his cum is seeping from your abused pussy, his cock making squelching noises as it pumps in and out of you.

"shh, it's okay, precious. i'll make you cum again," despite being exhausted, your eyes light up at his words. "maybe if i cum inside one more time, my message will be clearer to everyone," he babbles, delighting in your overstimulated whimper of pleasure.

shaking, he tilts your head up a little. "but first, i want to hear from that mouth of yours that you belong to me."

#genshin impact #genshin smut #fem!reader #genshin imagines #scaramouche #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n

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kingkat12 · 2 days ago

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Mario Kart (roman godfrey x reader)

WARNINGS: fluff, teasing, Roman is an annoying boy istg, mentions of sex ig

summary: after a long week of not having seen your boyfriend, you thought he'd immediately pounce you when you got him up in your room-- that was, until he spotted the new game you had downloaded

word count: 1,752

a/n: kingkat doing a oneshot?? balance has been restored lmaooo, I love having summer break, enjoy some fluff in the midst of all the angst I recently write<3333 MWAH

This was becoming ridiculous-- Roman was supposed to be here for me.

Instead, he was sunk deep into the edge of my bed, legs spread like he owned the place, completely transfixed by the stupid little kart racing across my TV. His fingers moved with deadly precision on the controller, sharp and fast, and I could hear how into it he was-- the low mutters, the victorious scoff every time he nailed someone with a shell, the smug little chuckle like he was hot shit; which, annoyingly, he totally was.

But right now, he was just acting like a piece of shit. Like, seriously?

I sighed, spreading out on my bed as I glared at my boyfriend through the corner of my eye. Why were boys so obsessed with video games? Was that stupid game I downloaded that one night Roman was out partying and I was overthinking everything more fun than hanging out with me?

To be honest, I had no idea what was happening with our relationship anymore. I could only keep on sighing, laying here like a tragic girlfriend cliché, watching Roman race through Rainbow Road like his life depended on it.

He chewed on lip as he barely dodged a banana peel; "Ooh, that was clean. Did you see that?"

"Oh, yeah," I said, tone flat. "Super hot. I'm soaking wet."

That made Roman glance over briefly, his green eyes glinting with something I couldn't place; was he bored, or...? "Liar," he grumbled, turning back to the screen.

"I could be, though," I huffed, rolling onto my stomach, half-facing him, my cheek against the pillow. "If you weren't so damn obsessed with Mario."

"I'm not obsessed with Mario," Roman mumbled, tone maddeningly casual. Did he not hear the irony in mine? "This is just-- hold on-- yes! Blue shell dodge, did you see that?!"

Fucking teenage asshole. Rolling my eyes, I sat up, glaring daggers into the back of his head; it was time to fight back. "I don't care, Roman, I don't give a damn! If you came over just to play Mario Kart like a little baby, then I suggest you go home!"

Roman didn't say anything at first-- then, he let the kart coast off a cliff while the game over jingle chirped mockingly from the speakers. He slowly set the controller down on the bed beside him, the silence between us pressing at my chest like a weighted blanket as Roman turned around to face me.

His eyes were hard to read-- still bright with adrenaline, gorgeous as ever, but something else had settled there too. Annoyance? That look he got when I hit a nerve?

"You done?" he quietly asked.

I blinked. "Pardon?"

Roman cocked his head at me like I was the one being unreasonable. "Throwing your tantrum. You done now?"

I scoffed; "Are you kidding me?--"

"No," he cut in. "Because you could've just said, 'hey, I'm feeling ignored'. You didn't have to go full nuclear."

"But you've been ignoring me for weeks!" I snapped, louder than I meant to, as I crossed my arms over my chest. "Not just tonight, Roman! You flake, you go out partying without me all the time, you cancel, and when you do show up, you're more interested in virtual mushrooms than me!"

In typical teenage boy fashion, Roman sighed, now looking up at the ceiling like he was trying to figure out some puzzle. Was it that hard to understand where I was coming from? Were girls as big of an enigma for him as for other guys? I wouldn't have guessed it, with his long dating history, and all. For a boy that was that good in bed, he was mortifyingly bad at everything else that had to do with girls.

"I don't know," he finally said, head empty. "I saw the game and got excited, simple as that. You know I used to be insane at Mario Kart on the DS, like... world-class."

"Yeah, you talk about it all the time," I huffed, glaring at him. "So you wanted to relive your middle school glory days?"

Roman shrugged, as if that somehow made it better. "Kinda, yeah? I didn't think it was a big deal,"

I just... blinked.

"I didn't think it'd make you mad mad," he added quickly, like that helped. "I thought we'd maybe play together or something. I didn't know you'd be lying here plotting my murder."

Groaning, I pressed my palm to my foreheads; "I don't want to play Mario Kart!" I whined. "We're here in my room, on my bed, my parents are out of town, I shaved, and-- and you want to play Mario Kart!" Before I could control it, my arms were flailing around as I tried to distract him from the sight of me falling apart. "Are you kidding me?! You're clearly not into me anymore, so put me out of my fucking misery!"

Roman didn't say anything for a good couple of seconds, staring at me like I had just told him that the sky was green. After blinking once, twice, inhaling slowly, letting his chest fill as he pondered how I had managed to have a complete breakdown over Mario Kart, he chuckled, low and surprised, and broke the silence like a pin to a balloon. "Poor baby," he cooed, tone full of mock concern. "Sitting here spiralling while I'm dodging banana peels."

My glared at him with all my wrath; "Don't do that,"

"Do what?" Roman asked, that condescending smirk painting his plush, pink lips. He looked so good like this, too-- lean and sprawled over the edge of my bed, that slouchy, lazy arrogance he wore like second skin. "You're cute like this, y'know? Stressing over things you don't have to."

I wanted to sink into myself and disappear-- was he serious? Roman looked back at me with the most maddeningly calm demeanour as he continued cooing at me; "You're kidding, right?"

I shook my head, eyes stinging.

"Oh my God," Roman breathed, dragging a hand down his face like I was the exhausting one. "Baby."

That one word made my whole body tense. His voice was so teasing, like he wasn't taking this seriously at all. "Put you out of your misery? What does that even mean? I don't want to break up," he went on, scooting closer to me on the bed. "Do you want to break up?"

"I don't know," I breathed, avoiding his gaze.

Roman got closer, and leaned in just enough to make my heart pound. His green eyes scanned my face, slow and lazy. "You don't want to break up with me. You're just being dramatic," he said, soft but condescending. His fingers brushed my cheek like I was delicate, like I was stupid and sweet and his. "It's actually kind of hot how insane you're being right now," he murmured, half-laughing. "Like-- you've got tears in your eyes because I didn't make a move the second I walked in? Jesus. That's what I get for trying to be respectful, huh?"

"I shaved," I mumbled again, feeling ridiculous.

"I know, baby," he said, voice dipped in mock sympathy as his thumb skimmed down the side of my neck, sending goosebumps down my spine. "But two weeks ago, you were complaining that the only thing we did was fuck. And now... what? You want me to ignore all of that? It's a bit confusing."

I didn't meet Roman's green gaze anymore, focusing on the pattern of my comforter. "I just-- I guess I take it back,"

"You take it back?"

"I wasn't even complaining," I mumbled, tracing circles into my thigh. "I just said I was sore. Once. And you haven't even tried to initiate since..."

Roman's brows drew together, sustaining a laugh. "You could initiate too, y'know?"

"But how am I supposed to do that when you're playing Mario Kart?!" I snapped, smacking his arm, but it didn't land with any real force-- Roman caught my wrist and grinned, green eyes glinting. "Fine," he purred. "You want me to put away the game? Want me to play with you instead?"

I flushed so hard I felt dizzy-- well, yes.

Roman's grin widened as he took in my expression. "Mm. There she is," He leaned forward until his lips were brushing my ear. "Let me guess," he went on, voice like smoke. "You spent all day thinking about it. Shaving. Lotioning. Probably picked your underwear based on what you hoped I'd do to you."

"I didn't!--"

Cutting me off without a single word, Roman shook his head. He had that knowing look about him-- there was that the quiet hunger beneath the smugness that I knew too well.

I rolled my eyes. "Fine. I wore the black pair..."

My confession was accompanied by a deeper redness in my cheek, one that earned me a nasty little whistle from Roman. He blew some hair away from his forehead, now tracing my thighs, knowing he had struck gold for tonight. "The whole set?"

I had no idea why this was so embarrassing-- my voice was barely a whisper; "Yeah..."

Roman let out a breath, grinning from ear to ear, probably silently thanking every God above. "Oh, I'm getting lucky, alright,"

Before I could even think, feeling as though my whole body was on fire, Roman pushed me down onto the bed, crawling on top of me in no time. "Breaking up, huh?" he muttered under his breath, lifting my shirt just a little to kiss right beneath my navel-- I could only squirm. "You're not getting away from me that quick, baby. Nuh-uh."

For the first time tonight, I felt a giggle brew in my chest; it felt nice to get some attention. As Roman's fingers slid farther up my shirt, gripping at my waist, I let mine travel into his hair, tugging at his dark brown locks.

He hummed against my skin, his soft lips pressing against my sternum. "You should've just told me you were horny," he purred, bunching up my shirt in his big hands; "I would've thrown that controller out the fucking window."

"Yeah, right,"

"You best believe-- oh, God, yes,"

When Roman managed to get my shirt over my chest, gazing down at his favourite pair of my lingerie, he let his head fall down, groaning into my skin like he could barely contain himself with glee.

Boys.

Shaking my head, I could only giggle as I stroked my fingers through his soft hair. "I can't believe you make the same noises when you win in Mario Kart, and when you see a pair of tits,"

Roman let out another breathy laugh, raising himself up to kiss up my jaw, practically purring against my skin--

"A win is a win, baby,"

#roman godfrey #roman godfrey x reader #hemlock grove #bill skarsgård #fanfic #x reader #fanfiction #bill skarsgard #oneshot #bill skarsgård x reader #bill skarsgard fanfiction #hemlock grove fanfiction #A WIN IS A WINNNN #made this in like an hour last week so be nice lol

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levigarden999 · 1 day ago

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Hii levigarden999!! I’m kinda new to your blog and just saw that your requests are open, so I thought I’d send one in hehe 😅 I’m not sure what your rules are, so I really hope this idea isn’t too bold or anything!

So I was thinking—what if the reader (who’s never kissed anyone before) asks the BLLK boys for help practicing how to kiss? 👀Soo like—they’re kinda caught off guard at first but go along with it hehe 😅 The kiss starts slow and gentle, super sweet… but then it gets a lil more teasing. And before you know it, they’re totally taking over 😳 One hand finds your waist, the other brushes up to your throat, and the kiss just keeps getting deeper and more intense. Your knees give out a bit, so they pull you onto their lap real quick—aaaand yeah… it gets heated fast 👀🫣 Just sayin’… things escalate 😏💋 Maybe it turns into a drabble—or if that’s too much, totally okay to just pick one character you like! I really don’t mind who 💗

Thanks for reading this! Your blog is super fun, and I’m excited to see more of your amazing writing 💕💋 Please take care and rest too!

practicing ⋆.˚ michael kaiser x reader

⋆.˚ notes : thank uuu anon (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) you brought a wild animal outta me cuz i think i went a bit wild with this lmao

⋆.˚ warnings : smut , +18 , dry humping , f!orgasm , virgin!reader , experienced!kaiser

for as long as you could remember, you had watched from aside as michael kaiser, your best friend, made every single girl fall for him. you two had been close for many years, so you knew his charm better than anybody.

however, you two were completely platonic. of course, kaiser was incredibly good looking and you knew it, but there was no attraction or anything between the two of you.

kaiser was currently lying on your bed while scrolling through his phone. you were standing there next to him, looking down at him deep in thought, not even realizing that you were just staring at him. it was nearly embarrassing to be best friends with someone who had so much experience with dating while you hadn’t ever done anything with anyone. no first kiss. no first time. you've barely hugged a boy.

”what?” he asked without raising his gaze, interrupting your zoning out session.

you flinched away from your thoughts. ”uh- nothing. just thinking”

you felt embarrassment already rising to your cheeks and tinting them to a shade of pink.

”thinking of what?” kaiser smirked as he placed the phone down on the bed now. he laid on his side, an eyebrow raised.

you pursued your lips together. you knew you had had this conversation many times before - the one where you whined about your lack of experience with boys while he tried to give you tips on how to get any guy you wanted. the tips hadn't worked, yet.

”the fact you get a new girlfriend every month while i practically haven’t even hugged a boy, ever” you stated with a sigh.

he snickered and stood up as well.

”really? that’s what’s bothering you? lame, always the same shit” he mocked, obviously playfully.

you rolled your eyes brattily. ”not my fault i’m starting to think that no guy would ever want to date me because i have no experience in anything”

kaiser scoffed, an amused look on his face. ”i guess you have a point there. you haven't tried my tips?”

you huffed. "yes, i have tried your tips, mr. dating advisor. the thing is that they're shitty and they don't work! i guess i just need more confidence, which is tricky, because with no experience, i have no confidence"

he snickered again, obviously amused by your little breakdown. he placed a hand over his forehead, his stupid smirk widening.

"well, sounds like you're in a paradox situation. can't help with that, i'm afraid" he shrugged, while reaching back for his phone.

however, you weren't done.

"wait!" you exclaimed. kaiser turned back to you, and he was surprised to see the now determined, a little more hopeful look on your face.

"maybe i could... practice with you"

kaiser blinked. "what? practice what, exactly?" he asked, once in his life speechless and definitely caught off guard.

you felt the blush in your cheeks deepening as you shrugged. "well, kissing. if you... help me practice, maybe i'll get more confident and then i'll get a boyfriend. we're friends, it's not like it's weird or anything" you mumbled.

kaiser blinked again, but after his initial shock, a chuckle left his pretty lips.

"okay, genius. i'll practice with you"

kaiser stepped closer to you, a pale hand suddenly grazing against your soft cheek. your heart began to pound faster and you somehow felt the words getting stuck in your throat. were you really about to kiss your best friend?

kaiser’s blue, nearly seductive eyes looked into yours, that damn smirk sending shivers down your spine.

”you sure?” he asked, voice quieter, lower. you nodded.

before you knew it, kaiser’s lips were against yours. his mouth moved in a skilled, but soft and caring manner, not leaving you much opportunity to even try to dominate him. his thumb brushed against your cheek as his other fingers tugged your hair behind your ear.

you slowly felt yourself getting lost into the kiss. his lips were so soft and his mouth was so warm – the gentle yet firm movement of his mouth sending you someplace else.

”you wanna continue?” he murmured softly against your mouth, not exactly breaking the kiss. you simply nodded.

with that, kaiser continued. your lips slowly got used to the new sensation, and it wasn't as hard as you thought it would be. you just tried to match his movements as best as you could, and it started to feel natural. it felt... very nice.

however, suddenly you felt something wet poking against your lips. his tongue. you let out a soft yelp, a little surprised by the fact he wanted to take it further - but maybe it was part of the practice, right?

though kaiser pushed his tongue into your mouth, before you could even allow to let him in. it wasn’t a question – it was a demand, a need for him to feel your tongue against his. a soft moan escaped your lips as that warm wet muscle tangled against yours and twisted in your mouth, as if it was seeking to taste all of you.

your hands found his shoulders, your own lips becoming more and more passionate, trying to match his hunger and force. you had a hard time keeping up with him, but with the sloppy, smooth movements of his tongue and lips, you felt yourself melting. your body started to tingle, your every cell becoming more alert as the warm sensation spread through your every fiber.

the pleasure and pure lust of it all was making you feel weak. it felt like you were starting to nearly lose balance from the way he was making your head spin and thighs tremble. you had to clutch to his shirt.

”kaiser, i-” you began with a shaky breath.

however, as if kaiser knew exactly what you were saying, he grabbed your hips, sat down on the bed and swiftly pulled you onto his lap with your thighs straddling him.

”don’t worry, i got you” he groaned.

you felt his growing erection in his pants, throbbing and bulging and visible from the pants he was wearing. kaiser immediately continued to devour your mouth, his large hands finding your your ass under your tiny shorts, fingers grabbing and tugging on your flesh.

you whimpered, your hips involuntarily grinding a little and settling perfectly on his hard cock. he grunted as well, the warmth of your pussy making his cock twitch through the fabric of both of your pants.

you slowly, with trembling hips, began to grind. your clit subtly rubbed against his rock hard shaft as you looked for friction. you felt kaiser letting out a breath against your mouth, his kisses becoming a bit uncontrolled for a moment.

his hands found your hips again and he began to guide you, making your movements even greedier. a louder moan fell from your lips as you felt the friction and heat growing between you. you felt a wet stain forming in your panties, your untouched folds so slick the wetness would soon probably fall down your thighs.

kaiser’s lips left yours, now instead planting kisses on your chin, jawline, neck, then collar. you continued to grind against him, hands clutching onto his shirt harder.

he couldn't believe how damn addictive you felt against him. kaiser really wanted to just simply and innocently help you, he really had no intention to bring this this far. but since the first moment your clumsy yet eager lips tried to match his movements - kaiser knew he had lost. he felt himself wanting more of those soft whimpers you let, wanting more of that skin, those lips, that body, everything. he wanted to devour you.

however, for the first time, kaiser didn't mind losing. he very happily lost to this sensation if it meant having you. you were incredible, even with no damn experience. he was absolutely leaking and twitching right now from the way you moved.

”k-kaiser… i think i’m…” you whimpered, eyebrows furrowing in desperation as a trail of sweat fell from your forehead. you felt your thighs trembling, lungs asking for more air meanwhile your grinding became more frantic and uncontrolled. a wave of an orgasm was quickly forming in your abdomen.

”shh, i know, just keep holding me-” he murmured against your neck, teeth subtly grazing and biting on your skin as he kissed you there. you did as he asked – hands gripping his strong shoulders now as you whined his name.

only a couple seconds later, the orgasm hit you. your hips twitched, whole body trembled as you pathetically whimpered and hiccuped on top of him, coming undone from his mere bulge.

when you came down, your hips still did lazy, deep rolls against him, your body enjoying the feeling of your passed orgasm finally allowing your muscles to rest and mind to recover. your mind was dizzy as you finally looked down at him, your lips still parted and panting as you calmed down. you didn’t expect your first orgasm with someone else to be so intense – it made you feel like a horny animal who desperately needed the release to feel like a human again.

you felt satisfied, relaxed, a little drunk but good. and most of all, tired.

however, just when you were beginning to lift yourself off from kaiser, he grabbed your hips again, forcing you back down. you whimpered, the hard cock still poking against your now sensitive clit.

”confident enough to leave now, are we? you think i’m done with you?”

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mingispelvis · 2 days ago

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Focus On Me

Genre: SMUT, Mingi x reader, afab reader, One Shot

Length: 2k Rating: Mature/R

Summary: You’re obsessed with Mingi’s body.

Warnings and fic under the cut :)

not proof read

Warnings: use of nicknames (pretty lady), thigh riding, fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex (don’t u dare!), finishing inside (YOU BETTER NOT!!!!).

It was about that time: ovulation. Your body had been preparing for the primal ritual of mating in order to reproduce. Little did she know, no reproduction would be occurring this month, or any month for a very long time. You were in the prime of your life- stable job, good group of friends, and you had a super hot fuck buddy at your beck and call. That fuck buddy was named Song Mingi, and you’d met him at a random salsa dancing class your friend and her boyfriend invited you to. You’d agreed only if her boyfriend invited someone hot that he knew. Thus, you and Mingi learned salsa that evening, and were doing the tango in the sheets that night. Mingi was definitely your type of guy: tall, slightly tanned, dark hair, and toned. You purposely kept your distance emotionally due to the speed at which your life was going- you didn’t want to fall for your fuck buddy.

Mother nature was making it very clear that no matter how many different ways you placed your vibrator on your lower body, you would not be pleased. Ovulating meant you were at your horniest, and you needed to let your freak flag fly. It was time to text Mingi.

Me: Busy tonight? (1:45pm)

SMG: Nope. What were you thinking? ;) (1:47pm)

Me: You fuck me until I beg you to stop? (1:47pm)

SMG: See you at 10 ;) (1:48pm)

You and Mingi were incredibly sexually compatible. He let you take control when you wanted, or he’d take control if you were in the mood to be dominated. He didn’t mind having passionate, meaningless sex, and not talking for weeks between. Besides being hot and a great fuck, he was also smart. The post-coital pillow talk was never devoid of laughs, and you could speak to each other about your work without the other getting confused. You always get a little tickle in the pit of your stomach when you know you are about to see Mingi. You took extra care to shave every hair off your body, wash the grime out of your hair, paint your toes and nails, and wear matching underwear. You even set out some nice candles for scent and mood lighting and turned on a nice sexy playlist. You weren’t sure why you wanted things to be so nice for someone who was just a fuck buddy, but you didn’t have time to linger on that thought. It was 10pm and Mingi was always punctual.

You opened the door to see Mingi in a white button up and jeans- he must have come straight from work. He smirked slightly and in the dim light you could see the sparkle in his eyes.

“Hey pretty lady,” he gave you a once over as he stepped into your home and removed his shoes.

Before you could speak, Mingi ran his arms over your see-through, red robe that you’d quickly draped over your body before answering the door.

“Mmmm. You wearing this sexy little number for me?” Mingi asked, rubbing the sheer material between his fingers. When his eyes met yours, you felt that butterfly in your stomach again.

“No talking, only fucking.” You deflected, grabbing his wrist and leading him to the couch. You pushed him down and straddled him. Mingi placed his hands gingerly on your hips. You’d meant to immediately lean down and kiss him, but something stopped you. You bit your lip as your hands landed softly on Mingi’s broad shoulders. You rubbed your hands across them, letting the cool, rough material of his shirt outline his muscles. Mingi watched your pupils dilate as you moved your fingers to trace the veins in his arms, traveling down his thick bicep.

You couldn’t help but moan. You weren’t sure why his body was doing this to you, especially since you’d seen it multiple times before.

“You like what you see, pretty lady?” Mingi was grinning as you interlaced your hands with his larger ones.

“Your body…it’s…” you let go of his hands as you tried to get your brain to focus on words. Unfortunately, your eyes had roamed to Mingi’s waist. You placed your hands on his waist, thin, yet firm, and traced upwards, following the “v” shape that the muscles in his back allowed him to have.

“It’s…? What is it, pretty lady? What do you think about my body?” Mingi was teasing you now, but it affected him. He loved the compliments and you could feel him hardening underneath you. When he shifted beneath you, you were drawn to his thighs. Thick and hard, you began to grind on them. Mingi gripped your waist again, flexing his thigh, to aid you in your movements.

“It’s crazy. Your body is crazy.” you responded, almost breathless with desire. You steadied yourself against his stomach, feeling obscured ab muscles there as well. You threw your head back as you moved faster on Mingi’s thigh. He took this opportunity to nip at your neck, jaw, and then your lips. He tasted sweet and savory, and you inhaled his scent deeply- a deep spice with an underlying musk. You sucked on his lips, moaning again as you appreciated their plumpness, their softness.

“Mingi, your body is driving me crazy.” you breathed your admission into your kiss.

“I can tell. You’re about to grind a hole into my jeans!” Mingi whispered back. You didn’t stop kissing Mingi, even when he lifted you up to carry you to your bedroom. You just wrapped your legs around his slim waist, never letting your lips leave his smooth skin.

Mingi attempted to lay you lightly on your back, but the moment your feet hit your carpet, you yanked Mingi down. You were intoxicated by him. Kissing him passionately and running your fingers through his hands as if you couldn’t grasp onto enough of him, you moaned his name in his mouth. Mingi escaped from your grasp long enough to pepper kisses down your body, his left hand tugging at your bra, his right hand tugging at your panties. You got the hint and lifted your hips to allow him to pull off your panties, while you finagled your hands behind your back to unclasp your bra. Mingi’s lips never left your body as he began to roll your nipple in his fingers and swipe up and down your leaking folds. As deft as he was with his mouth, Mingi decided he wanted your upper lips rather than your lower, so he slipped two fingers into you.

“You're already taking my fingers so well baby.” Mingi cooed as he curled his fingers up to reach your sweet spot. He worked you slowly but firmly, a brutally calm pace that had you quickly seeing stars. You gripped his broad shoulders again, biting your lip as you glanced at the way his shoulder muscles moved as he pumped in and out of you. That was enough to push you over the edge, and you released all over Mingi’s fingers. He’d waited long enough- you could feel his cock straining against his jeans- and Mingi pulled down his jeans and briefs in one swift motion. You used this time to scoot to the head of the bed and pull up your thighs, spreading your legs in anticipation.

“Fuck,” Mingi pumped his leaking cock once, pupils blown at the sight of you presenting himself before him. He took little time to line up and press slowly into you. You always fit like a glove. Like two puzzle pieces clicking into place. Moaning in unison, the two of you locked eyes. Mingi began to move, relishing in each inch he got to feel of you. You didn’t have time for that, though. You wanted more. You pushed him off of you and pulled him down onto his back. Eyes wide, Mingi let you manhandle him, and smiled as you squatted over him and slowly lowered yourself onto his erection. The electricity between the two of you gave you energy you’d never experienced as you began to bounce up and down. You steadied yourself on his chest, but angrily grabbed at his shirt as you realized it stymied you from feeling his warm skin. Mingi began to quickly unbutton his shirt as you continued to ride him mercilessly. Free from the confines of cloth, Mingi’s abs beckoned you. You slid your hands slowly up and down his chest- obsessing over every valley and hill of his abdomen. It was too much.

“Fuck!” You exclaimed, throwing your head back. You placed one hand behind you, and used the other to rub frantically around your clit. Mingi could see and feel your desperation as you clenched around him, and did the gentlemanly thing of helping you. He gripped your hips, planted his feet, and fucked into you at the same pace you’d been riding him.

“Yes Mingi, just like that,” you commanded, chasing the high that you’d been waiting for for days. Surprisingly, it burst out of you faster than you’d anticipated, and you yelped as Mingi continued to pound into you- the squelch of your juices motivating him to keep making you feel amazing. You went limp in his grasp, gasping for air as your second orgasm lingered, a tingling feeling throughout your body. Mingi stopped, pulled out of you, and rolled you to your side. Your chest was still heaving, your body still reeling, and Mingi was ready for cuddles. He curled up next to you, but you stopped him.

“What are you doing?” you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Aren’t you done? You’re not tired?” He raised an eyebrow back.

“Never. Get back in here!” You pointed to your pussy as you lifted your thighs.

Mingi laughed loud, heartily, and positioned himself on top of you again. The thing about Mingi was that he looked like a fuckboy. He looked like someone that would pound into you for 30 seconds, pull out, bust on your stomach, and then ask if you could call him an uber. Mingi wasn’t a fuckboy, though. He was a man that was passionate and empathetic. He was emotional. So when he got the opportunity to be with a beautiful woman with an sex drive to rival his own, he cherished the time. He slid into you slowly, pulled out slowly, and breathed deeply. He knew you were sensitive, so he was careful. Soft.

You didn’t want soft.

“Please, Mingi. Fuck me hard.” you begged.

“Whatever you want, pretty lady.”

He whispered as he placed his head in the crook of your neck. He interlaced your fingers with his, and lifted your arms to lay on either side of your head, squeezing your hands tight as he began a pace that had you rambling. Skin on skin, it felt like you and Mingi were one. Your head was swirling and all you could think about was him. Mingi leaned up to see your eyelids heavy, but your eyes staring directly into his with a fiery want.

“That’s right baby, focus on me.” Mingi’s eyelids were low, his voice a rumble, as he coaxed you into your final orgasm of the night. Your obsession with Mingi’s body had you shaking as you gushed onto his cock. You pulsed and clenched in a way that caused Mingi to groan loudly, falter in his pace, and start breathing faster. He fell back on top of you- chest to chest- lips at the shell of your ear.

“Oh pretty lady you’re gonna make me- ugh- fuck!” Mingi couldn’t finish his sentence as you wrapped your legs around his waist and had him hit a spot deep inside you. Fucking you faster and faster, Mingi chased his orgasm. One final thrust, one long groan, Mingi stilled as he spilled inside you. He throbbed and groaned your name, never letting go of your hands, breathing heavily until he could finally come down.

“Fuck am I glad you’re on the pill,” Mingi laughed lightly, “because I think I just put a month’s worth of cum in you.”

“Yeah I think you like when I talk about how hot you are.” You teased.

“I think so too.” Mingi scratched at the back of his head, cheeks turning redder than they already were from exertion.

Mingi cleaned you up, grabbed you some water from the kitchen, and proceeded to do his duty as big spoon. As the two of you talked, tangled in each other’s limbs, Mingi lightly rubbed up and down your curves. He looked you deep in your eyes. Every word you spoke, he heard. Maybe one day you’d realize he was focused on you, too.

~~~

Tag list: @mingisprincxss I hope this fits your request!

#wonderlandnet #ateez smut #mingi smut #focus on me #ateez #mingi x yn #mingi x reader

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ssivinee · 3 days ago

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「 Lovesick 」

n. kazuha x le sserafim ! f reader ✎𓂃 Between you and your girlfriend, you've always been the caregiver type. You could never resist anything about Kazuha, even when your unaware of what you've done to hurt her feelings.

word count ! 1.6 k

requested ! hiii can i request something ab sub!Zuha? Doesn’t matter if it’s smut or fluff you can do whatever you’d like :))

author's note ! needed a break from the long fics and smut rq yall- I also apologize to the anon that sent me this like months ago AND I ONLY GOT TO IT NOW IM SO SRRY.

This is also fluff... don't be fooled :>

“I don’t understand why he likes bullying me!”

You side-eye where the voice comes from, a look that annoys Chaewon to the point she throws the first things she touches beside her. Thankfully, it was only a pillow, and you dodged it smoothly, sticking your tongue out at her.

“Shiro bullies me enough, I don’t need you adding onto it,” she pouts, and a burst of laughter escapes your mouth, knowing well how much the dog antagonized her. “Rei got along well by training with him, so maybe it’s just his love language for you, unnie,” Yunjin voices while reading her book.

Chaewon watches you nod in agreement, knowing it was just to annoy her, and she almost throws another item at you. Scared for your face, you shield up with your forearms in the hope of lessening the damage until you hear Kazuha coming into the living room from the hallway.

“Can we not try to kill her?” Chaewon looks offended at the younger as she sits down beside you, beginning to cuddle up into your side. “Yah! She’s the one that’s gonna kill me!”

You feel Kazuha just shake her head against you, your legs crossed underneath the soft blanket, you lean back to make sure she is comfortable. Looking down, her eyes look soft, gazing up at you with the usual warm smile she gave.

“Don’t get all lovey-dovey now,” Chaewon groans, voicing some annoyance. Someone clearly wasn’t in the best mood today. Probably because of the practice, which was definitely mentally and physically exhausting.

“Oh, c’mon, unnie. Don’t be a hater now,” You voice in a more innocent way, Yunjin tilting her head quickly in agreement before going back to her book once more. Chaewon visibly rolls her eyes, bunching up the blanket in her arms as she begins to make her way to her room.

You were a tiny bit worried that you may have pissed her off but she erases any worry when you hear her yell down the hallway, “None of you stay up super late please!”

There was a collective yes from before everyone heard the door click shut. “Does Mary die in this book?” Yunjin asks in English, and you turn your head, giving her a look. “I told you I wouldn’t spoil it for you,” she told her right back in English.

Having hyped her enough and actually putting her into the story, you told the fellow Korean-American that you would keep it spoiler-free. Yet the anticipation of Yunjin knowing you knew the ending had her all jittery.

“I just wanna know~” She whines, making you chuckle at the way she flails around with the book in one hand. “You want some tea?” Asking her as you got up from your seat, shifting Kazuha off slowly, who looks at you with soft eyes that you didn’t catch.

“I’m down,” she answered with eyes trailing across a page of her book. “Babe?” You ask, looking up a bit while heating up some water in the electric kettle. You only see her nodding before looking back at the TV to watch the show.

Catching how she gave you less attention than usual, you could tell something was bugging her, but you weren’t about to expose any problems in front of Yunjin. “Hibiscus?”

“Make it the blossom version, please?”

You nod, and take out one packet, then take out two packets of a Mango Cintron tea that you and Zuha both liked. Beginning to take out the three mugs, you placed them on the counter and began to rip each packet one by one to place the tea bags in.

“Make mine peppermint,” Kazuha voices, her attention not leaving the TV as you stared at her. Now you were sure something was wrong.

Your girlfriend was the type to follow you around everywhere when possible, cuddle into you at any point, and copy your food or drinks, so the change in tea flavor had gears turning in your head. Without any context, your brows furrow together, and you begin to scratch the back of your head.

Kazuha could feel how your eyes would glance at her every now and then while you waited behind the counter. A pout begins to form on her lips again while she feels your stare, a sigh escaping her lips.

After a few minutes, the ding of the kettle brings you out of your thoughts. You pour the hot water all the way for you and Yunjin, then leave some space for milk, the way Kazuha likes it.

No sugar for the older ones, then two small spoons of sugar for the younger, and you stir all three. You made sure you gave Kazuha’s tea first, then went to grab yours and Yunjin so you could sit back next to her.

But when you go back to your seat, stirring the spoon while holding the mug with one hand, Kazuha doesn’t even look at you. She keeps her eyes to the front, and you had a lot of patience… not when it comes to Zuha while she’s acting like this.

Yunjin put down her book, focusing on the show so she could properly drink her tea. You could barely even focus on anything, just staring at the back of your girlfriend's head while sipping slowly on the hot tea.

The room only being filled with the sounds of the television made you want to bash your head against the wall. Maybe tea was a bad idea, but you wouldn’t have known that unless you actually made the tea.

Kazuha gets up from the couch to put her dishes in the sink. She usually comes back quickly, just so all the dishes can be done at once.

With the sound of the faucet turning on, your head whips to the left, staring at her, very confused, as she begins scrubbing away at her mug. You glance quickly at Yunjin, who was already giving you a look, trying to hide her own suspicious face behind her large mug while sipping on the tea.

‘You better fix whatever you did,’ she mouthed towards you, and your eyes fell down to your lap. Shaking your head and trying to figure out what you could’ve possibly done this time, Kazuha leaves both of you and heads into her room.

You're left gobsmacked in the living room, Yunjin laughing at your mouth agape at the younger's actions. “Seems like you're in trouble~,” she teased in a quiet voice, making sure nothing upset Kazuha more. Flicking her off with an eyeroll, she cackles again as you leave her to head into Kazuha’s room.

As you enter, you shut the door behind you and lean on it to find her scrolling on her phone while lying on her pillow. The way she doesn’t even look your way made you a little sad. “Are Sakura-unnie and Eunchae not looking for you?”

“No, we agreed I’d spend the night here,” She hears you shuffle over after you answer, feeling the edge of her bed sinking down to the right.

“Can you tell me what I’ve done wrong?” You asked woefully. Now the sadness in your voice makes her peak up, seeing how your brows tilted up while the frown on your face began to show.

You hear the click of her phone, shutting it off as she places it down beside her. “You didn’t even pay attention to me. Just Yunjin-unnie and Chaewon-unnie, you also know how I feel when the two of you speak English with me in the room.”

The way her head falls, hanging low, with a gloomy look on her face, as she fiddles with her fingers. Your eyes soften at the way she basically expressed feeling left out, and you take her hand into yours.

“I didn’t mean for my actions to come off that way. I’m sorry, angel.” You stare as she looks up, tears pooling in her eyes, and you pout at the look. Moving forward a bit, shifting your weight on the bed, you give her a sweet kiss on the lips.

“Chaewon unnie just hasn’t been in a good mood, so I’ve been teasing her a bit, then Yunjin asked me something and I responded in English out of reflex,” you admitted, wanting to explain yourself, but then shook your head. “Doesn’t matter, I’m just sorry.”

“It would’ve just been nice to be included,” you nod, understanding what she meant. It’s a valid way to feel, and it crushed you to even see her this way.

“Cuddle buddy?” You ask, arms reaching out to help her giggle, blinking the tears away. You lay beside her, head on your chest, as you combed your fingers through her hair. Even giving her kisses on her forehead as you hummed a tune.

“You know I love you, right?” Asking her and she looks up at her, her large doe-like eyes that made you swoon easily for her.

“Of course, and I love you too.”

“Good,” the response makes Kazuha giggle as you begin to squeeze her in a hug and roll her on top of you. “I would never do anything to make you sad on purpose,” you expose yourself, but the younger knew that already. “I know that, baby.”

“I would never want you to cry because of me.”

“I’m aware,” her heart began beating fast from all your words. You had a way with words that just made her fall in love with you over and over again.

“I would beat myself up for it, angel,” she taps your face lightly with the tip of your fingers, as if she were slapping you, and you let out a tiny gasp, acting offended. “You did not,” asking a bit appalled.

Your girlfriend giggles, sitting up on your lap, and begins peppering your face with kisses. Then, leaning back down, straddling your thighs as she laid her head on your chest.

“Sorry for being sensitive.”

She feels you shake your head above her head, patting her back in comfort with another kiss on the head.

“Don’t ever apologize for being you.”

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himeroon · 8 hours ago

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✿ Sick days.. ✿

- Romance Saja x fem! reader

“ʜᴇʀ ʜɪɢʜɴᴇꜱꜱ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ…”

WORD COUNT: 1,852

This is a part two! But you don’t rlly hav to read part one if you wouldn’t like too! !Part one link!

!NSFW!, Fem!reader, Romance Saja x Fem!reader, Romance takes care of sick reader, Cunnilingus, eating out, finger!ng, kissing down body, Top Romance Saja, NO PROOFREADING

Reader is Sick after her night in the rain with Baby Saja, so Romance brings her some food! And then eats her out!

AU: An AU where reader and HUNTR/X. are turned into demons by Gwi-ma and get trained by and are now living with the Saja boys. - BETTER EXPLAINED AND SEEN IN PART ONE -

You still haven’t told the girls what happened with happened with Baby during training, I mean what were you even supposed to say? “Yeah we trained and hunted, then he fingered me and we got ramyeon on the way back?” They were going to think you were crazy, and now really wasn’t the best moment to be having a crisis. Since you were sick in bed at the moment.

Thanks to that afternoon in the rain you had caught the nastiest cold ever. You couldn’t eat, you couldn’t sleep, you were constantly on the verge of tears and felt like you were dying from the fever. Who knew demons could catch such colds?

Zoey had brought you some sketchy herbal medicinal water from a weird alley corner store that nobody has probably ever heard of. Then her, Mira, and Rumí were off to go train and practice, “Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” Mira said sitting on the edge of the bed while you were under the covers. “Yeah we can totally stay if you want!” Zoey smiled coming up behind her. “Yeah we can stay.” Rumí sais too. They all seemed super worried, normally Mira always worried about you when you got sick or needed anything but Zoey and Rumí were being pretty sweet too. You didn’t need to worry them any longer with your problems plus you’d probably get better soon.

“No you guys go, I’ll stay and rest.” Mira gave you a half soft smile and kissed your forehead before standing back up. “Call me- Us if you need anything, okay?” You nodded and smiled at Mira to ease her worries and the girls left, so now you were probably all alone. Thats what you thought until you began hearing some racket in the kitchen, pans and pots and a bunch of whispered arguments. If the boys were trying to keep quiet it they weren’t doing a very good job. Then you saw the shadows move under your door, “No I’ll give it to her!” “No I will” “Move it I’ll do it!” Was that? Abby and Romance? Just then Romance burst through the door, a tray in hand and he immediately used his back to block the door before locking it.

“Romance?” You called out softly curious to what he was doing here with a tray, was it for you? You sort of wanted it to since you were kind of hungry but you didn’t want to be disappointed if it wasn’t and you also didn’t wanna look spoiled or needy. Weird why were you thinking like this, so deeply about how they perceive you? Why does that matter?

He finally got off the door and cleared his throat before doing a signature hair flip and smirking at you. “Bet You missed me?” Fuck ass Justin Bieber hair flip always made him think he was all that. “What are you doing here? Leave.” You asked harshly before leaning up in bed against the soft pillows and giving him your best attempt at an attitude.

“Heard my Princess was sick, so I brought you some soup.” He smiling smugly like he was just so proud of himself,

“I’m not your princess Romance just give me the damn food.”

“Fine.” He said with a teasing pout on his lips placing the tray in your lap, the tray had kimbap, soul, and some tea! You immediately began digging in excited to finally have some food since you hadn’t really been able to get up and make yourself anything. Romance casually decided to lay out on his side and watch you eat. After a moment you looked up, he was still pouting and watching you eat. You swallowed your last big bite and opened your mouth to say what he was probably waiting for.

“Thank you for the food.” He smiled softly, “You’re welcome.” He said tilting his head not making a single effort to leave or even move at all. Him just watching you eat was making you pretty uncomfortable. “Yeah thanks… you can leave now.” You said awkwardly smiling, “Are you trying to get rid of me already? You aren’t even going to offer me any? How rude hm?” He teased smiling up at you, “Hey you never said you wanted any you know-”

“Well I do.” He interrupted leaning up, and sitting in front of you. You picked up your chopsticks and grabbed some kimbap, you smiled mischievously. “Say Ahh.” He stopped, for a moment he was a bit taken aback, then he smirked and he dropped his jaw a bit and a soft “Ahh.” Was heard, you fed him the kimbap and he chewed away like a happy baby. You saw the way his eyes lit up when his soft pink lips finally touched tasted the kimbap. “This is actually good.” He said excitedly grabbing another with his bare hands, “Hey! Not all of its for you!” You yelled smacking away his hand, too late he had already popped another two into his mouth. You moved the tray away, “HEY!” “Comon Sharing is caring!” He laughed leaning over you to try and grab more from the plate.

“It’s supposed to be for me!” You groaned before smacking your hand on his face and pushing him off you, he laughed as he laid back down. “How ungrateful you are.” He pouted and looked over at you, meanwhile you’re eating away happily. “Uhm yeah it’s mine.” He sat up again and way now right in front of your face. He grabbed another pair of chopsticks that was on the tray, he clicked them at you. “Click away all you want you aren’t getting any more.” You groaned as you continued eating, he squinted his soft yellow eyes and just as you picked up the last kimbap and brought it in between your lips, he leaned in and ate it, his soft lips rubbing against yours as he chewed. His face was now less than an inch from yours.

He chewed softly, then he swallowed and stared at you. Then he looks down at your lips and leans in, his lips felt so good and soft but hungry as he held your chin up, pulling you into him. The kiss was nice and tender you couldn’t help but melt into him for a moment. “Thanks for the meal.” He chuckled pulling away slightly. You immediately jumped into action and tackled him pinning him down on the bed. “My kimbap! You animal!” You yelled and he only laughed at your angry state above him. “What the fuck is funny?! I’m mad at you.” Romance chuckled and cupped the side of your face. You stopped for a moment and looked into his face, his eyes softened and his lips once again met yours as he pulled you back in holding his hand on the back of your neck. His lips were currently eating yours alive in a languid entwine, he pulled back and looked deeply into your eyes “Let me make it up to you?” His voice was Smokey and in a soft whisper, his mouth still with a soft smile.

All you could do was nod “mhm” you murmured softly, before you knew it he had swiftly flipped you over and pinned you down. His hands had yours over your head as his lips devoured yours, he roughly pushed his tongue through your mouth like he wanted to eat you alive. Your heart was beating like crazy when he finally pulled back a little. You were panting like the air had been sucked out of and then he began to kiss down your neck and throat. His hands began removing your shirt, his claws pulling up and breaking the buttons one by one starting at the bottom then the top. “Oops.” He chuckled when the last button was clipped off by his claw and your tits spilled out. “Such nice tits princess, you won’t mind will you?” He said as his thumb began massaging over your hard nipples in a circular motion as he continued kissing down your tummy. This earned a soft whimper from you as he squeezed your breasts softly and massaged. He chuckled at the whimpers you tried to hold back then he hiked up your skirt, “How about let’s take a look down here shall we?” He teased before bringing two fingers to massage your pussy through your panties.

“These panties are soaking baby doll. Tsk tsk tsk.” He clicked his tongue at you before hooking his finger on your panties and ripping them. You gasped as the cold air brushed up against your exposed skin, two fingers teased up against your wet entrance making you throb and tighten around nothing. “Romance,” you growled through gritted teeth as he kissed through your inner thigh. “Shhh.” He hushed glaring up at you, His tongue darted out trailing down your thigh, making you whimper at the fact he was just so close. “Awe this pretty pussy wants attention? Fine I’ll give it some attention.” He swiftly pulled your legs over his shoulders leaning you up as he darted his tongue in to taste you. He flattened his wet tongue through your entrance and began licking down your gummy walls making your back arch up even more off the bed.

Another whimper escaped your mouth as he began sucking and slurping, his tongue hitting your deep spots making your shameless moans fill the air. His fingers began massaging your glistening folds as his tongue went in and out of your sweet spots, he was basically just tongue fucking you and you were loving every second. A finger darted into your clit hooking roughly into you as his tongue devoured your pussy.

“Fuck, Romance! Fuck!” Tears began to swell up in your eyes as you felt yourself getting close to finishing. By now you were grinding your sweet pussy into his mouth, your hips rolling onto his tongue begging for him not to stop. “Cum for me sweet girl, you can do it baby.” He said adding in another finger his tongues precision only speeding up fucking into all those sweet spots making your eyes roll back as you finally came. Your legs shook in ecstasy as your orgasm came down hard making you moan out Romance’s name making him chuckle slightly. Once you finally fell back on the bed catching your breath was a fucking challenge. Romance simply chuckled as he watched you settle back into yourself after he knocked your soul back out. (Or whats left of your soul)

“You did good, princess. You forgive me yet?” He teased smiling looking over your flushed out face. “Shut up Romance.” You groaned, “maybe next time I’ll have to teach you some manners.” You both laughed as he wrapped his arms around you nuzzling into your neck. “Wait next time?” You mumbled, looking up at him a bit confused. “You don’t think that after one night I’m letting you go, right princess?” “No I suppose knowing you, no.” You both laughed softly, this definitely beat any other lonely sick day.

-XOXO, HIME

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gothamite-rambler · 3 days ago

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Batman: Tell me why—

Red Robin (singing): Ain't nothing but a heartache.

Batman: You're not pulling that crap with me again. Tell me why—

Red Robin (singing): Ain't nothing but a mistake.

Batman seethed with rage as his friends stood nearby, suppressing their laughter.

Batman: Stop singing and tell me why—

Red Robin (singing, snapping his fingers): I never wanna hear ya call... me on my day off! Bye. Call me if it's to save the day and not a press junket!

Red Robin ended the call with the song, then went back to reading books with Stephanie, Konnor, and Bernard, while Batman glared angrily at his phone.

Batman: He... hung up on me?!

Wonder Woman (leaning forward with a smirk): After serenading you, too. Good singing voice.

Superman: I miss the Backstreet Boys. They made some good songs.

Batman: I’m going to bash my head against the wall because of these kids. I need one of them to be here! I hate going to these events alone.

Wonder Woman: Nightwing?

Batman: He’s in Hawaii with Starfire... I owed him that after dragging him out of bed when he was sick three weeks ago.

Wonder Woman: Red H-

Superman slapped his hand over Wonder Woman's mouth, nervous to hear the name of Red Hood since that man still hated him for technically stopped Batman from killing the Joker.

Superman: He's clearly busy with other things. What about the youngest Robin? That'd be a good look.

Batman: He's busy with school. Orphan doesn't like being in large crowds, that leaves... Nope. I refuse to call him.

Superman: I agree! Maybe Batwoman is free.

Wonder Woman: No, she's out of town visiting her sister. Since you two cowards won't call him, I will. I have his number.

Wonder Woman pulled out her phone, pushing Batman aside before he could snatch it. She dialed Red Hood. Superman sighed accepting this might happen.

Superman: Ask if Spoiler can come too. I need a former Robin who doesn’t hate me.

Wonder Woman: On it... Hi, Red Hood! Code red... Yeah, the others are busy. Can you bring Spoiler too?

Wonder Woman shoved Batman to the ground, continuing her chat with Red Hood about his week and their low-level mission, barely mentioning anything serious.

Wonder Woman: Oh, you’re still with Ravager? That’s good... Yes, I do think so, she’s got warrior blood in her too... How far along am I? Four months. I can keep fighting. It’s not until month six that I’ll have to take a break from heroics... Why thank you I do look fit.

Batman: He did not say that!

Wonder Woman turned away from Batman a wide grin as she kept talking to Red Hood.

Batman (trying to take the phone): We don’t need him for a press junket! Give me—

Wonder Woman throat-punched Batman, causing him to fall to the ground coughing. Superman chuckled as he approached.

Wonder Woman: Yeah, it’s a press junket... Yeah, nothing super serious. But I’d call you if it was a threat. I trust you can save the day, like any other Robin... Yes, I do mean that... Tsk, aww you're so sweet... Do you think you can be here soon with Spoiler?

Batman (covering his face while lying on the ground): This is mortifying.

Wonder Woman: Yes... yes, your father is mortified... I thought you’d find that funny... Batman, he's laughing.

Batman growled in anger.

Wonder Woman: Okay, see you both soon.

Wonder Woman ended the call and looked down at Batman.

Wonder Woman (playing innocent): Now Batman, what was it that you needed?

Batman (angry): I hate you.

Wonder Woman: Aww, love you too. Oh, and Superman, Red Hood requested you keep your distance from him, but he will bring Spoiler.

Superman (shrugging): Works for me.

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biancasaidstfu · 3 days ago

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A couple days ago I was so so angry for all this situation that I ended venting with my brother (who don’t give a fuck about Bridgerton and thinks that is a soft porn show) about every single thing that had happened in the last three years: the behavior behind the scenes, the social media posts and their interactions in it, the world tour, the way now they ignore each other publicly and obviously, the adjacents. He’s super nosey so he like to put a face to the people we’re talking about, so when he asked me to show him pictures of them he said that A is “another dancer who is trying to be a model/influencer but it’s exactly the same as the other ones so there’s nothing new” and when he saw a photo of J he just laughed so so hard and said “don’t worry, he’s not interested in her in that way” 🤷🏽‍♀️ and believe me, he’s not the first one that has said that to me

I need to ask my brother his opinion. He’ll endlessly make fun of me but he’s a pretty good read.

But I love to hear a man’s perspective 👏

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jgracie · 2 days ago

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dating percy jackson headcanons

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percy jackson x gender neutral reader warnings mention of a scary quest in which percy almost dies

. . . or the one in which he pauses and says, “you’re my best friend”

Dating Percy is like dating your biggest fan, because he is. You are dating your biggest fan

It takes him a while to realise he likes you and that all the things he’d do for you aren’t just because you’re his friend, but once it finally clicks, it's all he can think about

From that moment, he becomes the ultimate loverboy

scenario one: colour theory

“Percy, what are you doing?” Annabeth asked, watching as Percy frantically sifted through his many blue t-shirts. Acknowledging her presence, Percy breathed a sigh of relief as he pulled two of them out of his closet and held them up next to his face.

“Gods, Annabeth, I’m so glad you’re here! Now, I’m about to go see Y/N at the beach and I need you to tell me which looks better with my eyes: the teal or the aqua.”

(They are one hex letter apart)

It's very endearing and he doesn’t even try to hide it! But of course, you’re the only person who doesn’t notice, thinking he just really wants to be your friend. Percy's this nice and friendly towards everyone, after all :)

He follows you around everywhere trying to find out more about you so he can plan the perfect first date

You’re an Apollo kid who works in the infirmary? Percy’s first in line for Will’s first aid summer course. You harvest strawberries with the Demeter and Dionysus kids? Percy’s there before everyone else with three wicker baskets on each arm

Eventually, you do end up becoming really good friends because he’s just always there and really fun to talk to and super nice and good with kids and maybe he’s a little cute, so what? You’re allowed to have cute friends!

You would’ve been teetering the thin line between friends and dating for ages if it wasn’t for Annabeth, who devises a plan to get you alone and somehow managed to get the whole camp in on it

scenario two: tell them or i will

That’s how you both ended up at the beach: you with your hair styled in a way that makes Percy so flustered even the fish start to notice, and Percy with a note in his jean pocket that read, “tell them or I will - A”

Turning to you, the corners of Percy’s mouth couldn’t help but lift as he watched you admire the way the waves lapped over the shore. That moment would be ingrained in his memory forever, because it was the moment he fully understood he had to have you

His nerves betray him

When you ask, “what’d you wanna tell me?” Instead of saying some heartfelt confession that’d make you swoon, Percy states a simple fact: “You’re my best friend.”

You looked up at him, confused before you saw the look on Percy's face. You knew what it was - he was in love, and so were you.

Once you start dating, you are practically attached at the hip. People didn't think you and Percy could physically get any closer than you were before, but they were wrong. Wherever you go, so does Percy and vice versa

Dating Percy means truly getting the best of both worlds because not only is he your boyfriend, he is also your best friend and someone you can lean on when needed

Loyalty is his fatal flaw so expect a concerning amount of loyalty. He would find ways to justify you murdering a whole family if he had to

However, what comes with loyalty is protectiveness and jealousy. He doesn’t get that jealous because he knows that you two were written in the stars by Aphrodite herself (his words, not mine), but he still can’t help but get a little jealous when he sees you with some other guy

Just kiss him a little and maybe stay the night at Cabin 3 and never speak to that guy again... and he’ll be fine

He inherited motherly traits from Sally. Percy's always checking you for cuts and scrapes after capture the flag, making you a lunchbox before quests and then insisting he goes with you to make you more food when needed and definitely not because he’s worried you won’t come back alive!

He knows you can handle yourself and all but he can’t help it. Out of everyone at camp, Percy’s your number one guy when it comes to dangerous quests

One of his biggest fears that kind of kept him distancing himself from you when he was crushing on you was that he didn’t want you sucked into all the dangers he goes through on a daily basis. He’d rather watch you date someone ‘safe’ from afar than put you in harm’s way 24/7

You’d choose him over a literal God though, so he has no choice but to be stuck with you

scenario three: stuck forever by the glue (oh, and you)

After a really bad quest, one where he almost died, Percy sat you down at his cabin for a talk. Part of him didn’t want to tell you what happened, but he knew it’d be unfair to you if you were left in the dark

“Look, I understand if you don’t want to stay with me. If it weren’t for Grover’s quick thinking, I don’t know what would’ve happened to me, and it’s not right for you to be stuck with a guy who’s basically friends with death. You deserve someone more sta–”

You shut him up with a heartfelt kiss. Eventually letting go, you replied, “Percy, when I agreed to date you, I didn’t just agree to all the good things, I agreed to the uglier parts of your life too. Sure, I was really worried while you were gone, but that’s just part of being a demigod, and it's a price I’m willing to pay for all the amazing moments we have together, so don’t even think about me leaving you.”

He introduces you to Sally and Paul as soon as humanly possible. They already know a strange amount about you considering you guys never met, but that’s just because Percy would rant to them about his crush on you on a daily basis

He's so incredibly happy watching you get along with his family. Seeing all of his favourite people gathered in one room makes Percy very emotional (he once full on ugly cried while trying to deliver a speech before Christmas dinner)

He also loves to see you interact with Estelle! Percy is a huge fan of kids so he can’t help but stare as you play peekaboo with his younger half-sister

Percy introduces you to the ocean and everything about it. You liked it before, as it was beautiful and reminded you of camp, but Percy painted it in a whole new light

He’d constantly take you on trips under the sea, using his Poseidon kid powers to allow you to be able to see and breathe underwater like he does

This also means lots of making out underwater. After that one time you two got caught kissing by the Stolls and suffered major consequences, he hasn’t been able to risk it

(The only downside to this is that sea animals gossip and gossip travels fast between them. Lets just say it didn't take long for you to meet none other than Poseidon himself)

Overall, dating Percy is very fun and your relationship never ever gets boring

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