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honestly in mercymorn's shoes i would become insufferable also. you ended the world poisoned the universe lied to me let me eat my best friend and watched and said nothing. and there's nothing i can safely do about it. not yet, not for a long time. if i ever want you gone i am going to have to sit this out and let you think i still love you.
so you know what? i will be screaming everything i say to you from now on. every comment i make will be a criticism or a complaint and it will be delivered with as many exclamation points as i can manage. i will tear your every choice apart. i will openly fatasize about torturing you. i will never ever ever shut up. you will never be without my opinion on anything and it will never be positive. and just when it starts to seem like i've gone too far, just when you start to suspect i may actually hate you, i will pull it back. i will tell you that it's all for your own good. my love for you and your rule is so great that i cannot bear to see even the slightest flaw threatening either. and you will smile and forgive me and i will tell you that your speech was ineloquent your military is disorganized and you need to iron your fucking shirt before you ever show your stupid face in public again. i may never be free of you but motherfucker that means YOU will never be free of ME.
#mercymorn the first#the locked tomb#my post#mercymorn “i met some of the most insufferable people i have ever met in my life but they also met me” the first
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Bloodlines entwined: III | jjk
⤷ having a baby alone was supposed to be easy. but an accidental twist of fate pulled you into a hidden world of werewolves, and ancient bloodlines. navigating your already complicated life becomes even harder as you uncover your past; one tied to a legacy you never knew existed. and in the middle of this chaos stands jungkook, the werewolf king… and the father of your child.
— pairing: werewolf!jungkook x female reader
— genre: strangers to lovers, parents-to-be au, royalty au, werewolves au, soulmates au, angst, fluff, and smut
— rating: 18+
— words: 7,460
— warnings: mention of death, murder, and abortion, crying, kind of heartbreak, nervousness, a tiny growing sexual tension, and some teasing
— author’s note: sssooo this chapter finally explains a bit more about the werewolf universe, and i hope it’s a bit clearer for you. a lot more explanations will come throughout the series as i can’t reveal it all in one chapter. the next chapter is actually my favourite and i definelty can’t wait to post it 😊 hope you’ll enjoy this one & let me know what you think <3
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Chapter III: untold truth
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Jungkook spent the rest of the night thinking about you. He couldn’t believe what he saw. He couldn’t believe that you’re a werewolf.
Obviously, you’re not aware of it otherwise you wouldn’t have reacted the way you did when he revealed the existence of the werewolf word. Normally, you should have recognized him since he’s the king, but you didn’t. So, he strongly believes that you were adopted. That’s the only reason that could explain why you aren’t aware.
Now, he needs to understand why you were adopted. A pack never gives up on their little ones. He can think of many reasons why, but he needs to figure out what happened to you. He doesn’t want to simply reveal your true nature without having any certainty.
However, what concerns him is the fact that you haven’t turned yet. Normally, around fourteen years old, under a full moon, you should have experienced your first transformation. Maybe the fact that you ignore everything about that has caused your wolf blood to be dormant.
The next morning, he started looking into every record he has access to about the Shadows. The blue eyes are a characteristic specific to the Shadow pack. Every pack has its own eye color; it’s the way to distinguish every wolf. Jungkook’s pack, the Bloods, has red eyes. However, his eyes have a darker red shade. This is a trait specific to the king; he inherits it the second he goes from heir to king.
“Jungkook,” Taehyung, his best friend makes his way inside his office.
The man looks up at his best friend before a bright smile appears on his face. It’s been a little while since they last saw each other. Taehyung has been traveling a lot lately; he said he wants to discover the world before settling with his mate. However, it looks like he doesn’t want to settle down at all.
“Hey, Tae,” he stands up to greet his best friend. “What are you doing here? I thought you were lost somewhere in France.”
“Well, I needed to come back,” he replies with a smile. “Couldn’t stay forever in France.”
Both men start talking about what has been happening for the last month. Jungkook doesn’t go too much into detail. He only mentions he contacted a fertility clinic, and that he’s right now concerned about something happening in the Shadow pack.
Taehyung, on his side, tells his friend about all the places he went to. He was in Europe, discovering a lot of different countries. He definitely adored going around and discovering new cultures, new food, and meeting new people. For sure, his favorite place was Paris.
“Do you need any help with those Shadows research?” Taehyung asks casually although his sharp gaze indicates that he already knows the answer.
Jungkook nods, his shoulders visibly tense. He’s never been one to ask for help, but this time he definitely would need some.
“I wouldn’t refuse it,” he answers to his most trusted friend.
Taehyung crosses his arms, leaning against Jungkook’s wooden bookcase.
“What exactly are you looking for?” he frowns while grabbing a book.
“I don’t really know,” Jungkook says. “A record, a mention, a trace of a couple that died or disappeared,” he explains.
Taehyung looks up at his friend before looking down at the book again. By pure coincidence, the book he’s holding is an old one about the different werewolf packs. It’s one of the first books he read; it details the characteristics of each pack.
“A couple who died or disappeared?” he repeats his friend’s words. “Is this by any chance related to a girl?”
Jungkook freezes for a split second, but it’s enough for Taehyung to catch. He’s been very observant, especially when it comes to Jungkook.
“No,” he lies, his voice steady and firm.
Taehyung isn’t convinced; his eyes narrow as he studies his friend. He knows Jungkook better than anyone else, and while he’s very good at hiding his emotions, there’s something in his posture, something in the way he’s looking at Taehyung, that betrays him.
“You’re unreadable when you want it, you know that?” Taehyung finally says, walking closer to his friend who is standing behind his desk. “But something tells me this isn’t just about finding old records. If you’re diving into the Shadows' history, there’s a good reason behind it. You don’t waste your time on anything without a reason.”
Jungkook sights while running a hand through his hair. “It’s complicated, Tae.”
“You know I’m here, right? Whatever this is, whatever you’re digging into, you don’t have to do it alone.”
The werewolf king would love to tell him everything, but he doesn’t want to involve anyone at this stage. First, he needs to make sure you’re a werewolf, and only then, he’ll reveal it.
“I know, Tae. I just need to be sure before I tell you anything,” his voice lowers. “Before I tell anyone anything.”
Taehyung nods, understanding that his best friend will share when he’s ready.
“Alright,” he says. “I’ll start digging into the Shadow Pack archives. See if I can find anything about missing couples and unexplained disappearances.”
Taehyung’s aunt is married to a Shadow alpha so it will definitely help. As a king, he for sure has access to a lot of records, but not everything. Each pack has its own secrets, and that’s the beauty of it. If Jungkook knew everything, his job would be boring. There’s always something new to unveil. Like your past.
Taehyung disappears a little while after, leaving Jungkook alone with his eyes fixed on the flames in the fireplace. The shadows dance across the stone walls, but his mind is somewhere else, on you, and on the fragile heartbeat growing inside you. He can still hear it perfectly.
He runs a hand down his face before letting out a deep breath. This was never supposed to go down like that. This mistake was never supposed to happen. But the raw and undeniable truth has already sunk its claws into him.
How can he turn away from this? From you? From the baby?
He remembers the flicker of blue in your eyes. It’s been replaying constantly on his mind, but what is deeply engraved in him is this connection with you. He constantly feels your presence around him, something he’s never felt with anyone else.
Even though he’s been deeply sorry to have brought you to his world, this flicker of blue made him realize that he brought you to your world. A world you didn’t know existed until he revealed it. His duty has been telling him to stay away, but he can’t.
The thought creeps in quietly, yet with unshakable certainty: This was never a mistake.
The world may call it an accident, but Jungkook can feel something deeper, something ancient, something undeniable. Fate, destiny… whatever name it might have, it brought the two of you here. Together.
Every choice and every moment has led to this point. To you.
Now, standing quietly in his study, he feels the truth settling deep in his bones. This child growing inside you was always meant to happen. Jungkook leans against the edge of his desk.
“I can’t abandon this child, my child,” he whispers to himself. “I can’t abandon yn.”
It isn’t about duty anymore. It’s about you. It’s about the fragile life caught between two worlds, and the bond he can already feel forming. Whether he’s ready to admit it or not. Jungkook straightens up, shoulders squared, and jaw tight. The king in him knows what needs to be done, but the man knows what he wants to do.
“I’m staying,” he runs his hand over his hair.
This isn’t just a choice. It’s the acceptance of what was always meant to be. Whatever challenges await, Jungkook knows one thing with absolute certainty: This was always supposed to happen.
For the past five days, Jungkook and Taehyung have been trying to find anything about missing couples and mysterious disappearances, but it’s been in vain. There’s absolutely nothing. Thirty years ago, nothing special happened.
However, Jungkook asked Sungmin, Taehyung’s uncle to meet. Records are one thing, but Jungkook knows better than anyone that there might have been something off records that happened. Some secrets are kept hidden, locked away in the minds of those who lived them.
“Thanks for having me, Mister Song,” Jungkook says as he enters Sungmin’s house.
“I couldn’t refuse my king’s visit,” he replies with a warm smile.
Many people believe that the Alphas of every pack refuse the authority of a king, but those closest to the throne are often the first to kneel. For sure, Jungkook’s natural leadership certainly helps. However, the truth is that the werewolf hierarchy isn’t just a tradition; it’s more than that. Every werewolf deeply holds onto it.
“I could say that I’m surprised, but it’d be a lie,” he admits while he guides Jungkook towards the terrace. “I was expecting it after Tae’s request.”
“I imagine,” Jungkook responds.
The covered terrace is a serene and private space. Jungkook’s eyes quickly scan the surroundings. It’s a little but pretty space. Plates, cups, and a selection of biscuits are neatly arranged on the modest wooden table.
“Would you like some coffee or tea?” Sungmin gestures for Jungkook to sit.
“A coffee would be fine,” Jungkook answers.
The man takes one of the porcelain carafes on the table and carefully pours the drink into a cup, placing it in front of Jungkook.
“I was originally looking for a couple’s death or disappearances in your pack, but I couldn’t find anything documented,” Jungkook is straightforward.
Sungmin nods thoughtfully. “When do you believe this event happened?”
“Around thirty years ago,” he says.
Tae’s uncle freezes for a brief moment at his answers. His eyes flicker with something that Jungkook recognizes instantly: recognition mixed with hesitation. This is it. This might be the key to understanding your past.
“Something did happen thirty years ago,” Sungmin admits. “But we didn’t keep any trace of it out of respect to the family concerned.”
Jungkook is definitely very intrigued about this.
“The eldest daughter of an estimated member of our pack fell in love with a human. Despite our objections, she decided to run away with him. We all knew why,” he shakes his head as he remembers the sad story. “She was pregnant with that human child.”
The werewolf king listens patiently, absorbing every word.
“We didn’t inform your father immediately as we thought we could handle it ourselves. Involving the king into this would have drawn unwanted attention to this. For us, Shadows, discretion is everything.”
Jungkook nods, knowing perfectly the Shadow’s reputation. They are the ghosts of the werewolf world, unseen and often unheard, but fiercely loyal and deadly when necessary. The Shadows blend into their surroundings, disappearing when needed.
“We looked for them for years but couldn’t find them,” he seems really affected as he recalls what happened. “They were clever. They stayed hidden, and after nine years, we had no choice but to involve your father.”
Jungkook nods, understanding that after all that time, it’s normal to be reaching out to the king. “And he found them.”
Sungmin sighs deeply. “Yes. Your father had better resources than us. Within a year, he found them. Thankfully, this stayed between us and the king. He let us deal with this internally,” he explains.
The air feels heavier now, the weight of unspoken words pressing down on the two men.
“They were living in a totally different city. And they had indeed a child. A ten-year-old kid…”
Jungkook notices how hard it is for Sungmin to remember this terrible event.
“It was very hard to end their lives, but we had to. The woman, her human mate, the kid, the life they had built… all of it was extinguished.”
Sungmin pauses, his throat tightening. For a moment, Jungkook sees the weight of guilt appearing on the older Alpha’s face.
“Killing a child was way too hard, but hybrids are forbidden. A child of two worlds, carrying both human and werewolf blood could destabilize everything. We told ourselves it was necessary.”
Jungkook grips the edge of his coffee cup, his jaw clenched. The thought of such a decision sits uneasily within him. He’s not sure he would have had the strength to do that. It is one thing to terminate a pregnancy, but killing a ten-year-old child is totally another story.
“Did anyone else know about this? Anyone outside the pack?”
“No, only your father, and now you.”
“Do you think it’s possible that the child survived?” Jungkook asks, his voice steady but intense.
Sungmin looks directly into his king’s eyes. “We are certain they didn’t.”
Jungkook leans back in the chair, his mind racing. If the child had somehow survived, if they had slipped through the cracks of fate, then everything changes. And if that child was you… He shakes his head, not sure that it’s possible.
“Thank you, Mister Song. This has been illuminating.”
Jungkook steps away, his heart beating fast. There are too many resemblances between this story and your story.
To yn: hi yn, could we meet tonight or tomorrow?
Barely a minute later he receives an answer.
From yn: hi Jungkook, tonight is fine. Same place as last time?
To yn: sure
As you’re walking towards the location you agreed with Jungkook, you try to understand the reason behind his sudden need to talk to you. This is unexpected for you, so it definitely makes you nervous. Is he going to tell you that he changed his mind about the baby? Is he going to pressure you to abort considering the hybrid situation? Or even worse, has something happened? Your mind races through every possibility.
“Calm down, yn,” you mumble to yourself.
You take a deep breath, your eyes closing for a brief moment. The beating of your heart drums in your ears, and slowly, you can hear it calming down. You can’t start overthinking before you even get to listen to what Jungkook wants to tell you. Maybe it’s nothing serious or something you have to really worry about.
When you arrive, you notice you’re the first one; Jungkook hasn’t arrived yet. So, you decide to sit on the closest bench. You look at the passersby walking around you with ‘Tití Me Perguntó’ from Bad Bunny playing in your headphones. It’s one of your favorite songs.
After a couple of minutes, you feel Jungkook’s presence. Your eyes stare at the surroundings to check if he’s indeed nearby. Your senses are right, you see a man walking in your direction. Even when he walks, he has such an imposing posture.
This presence feeling grows stronger as he gets closer to you, and you can’t seem to look away, as if your eyes are glued on him. Weird things have been happening with Jungkook since you’ve met him, and you can’t quite explain them.
Once he’s in front of you, you stand up, a smile naturally growing on your face. He’s incredibly handsome and charming. Once again, he has opted for a casual look: a white shirt layered under a leather jacket completed with loose, brown suede-like pants.
His strong presence near you soothes you in a way you never experienced before. All the nervousness you were feeling minutes ago is completely washed away. His strong and bestial scent fills the air and calms down your racing thoughts.
For a moment, you remain in silence, but it isn’t an awkward one. It’s actually quite the opposite. His gaze holds yours, and the intensity of his eyes draws you even more. It feels like none of you needs to speak. It is as if the two of you are communicating on a deeper level that doesn’t need language.
“Hi,” you break the silence.
“Hey, yn,” he takes a step closer.
By the way he approaches you, you sense he’s about to hug you or something similar. You prepare yourself for such, but he ends up not doing it. Jungkook just stands there, a shy smile appearing on his face.
“How have you been feeling?” he asks with evident concern in his voice.
As always, being around him comforts you. It makes you feel like you don’t need to hold anything back. There’s no need to hide your thoughts and feelings behind a mask. You can be entirely honest, saying what you truly feel without the fear of being judged. It’s part of the weird things you’ve been experiencing with Jungkook. It’s something you never felt with anyone else, not even an ex. This makes you wonder just how much this connection truly means.
“Very much torn apart by the decision I need to make,” you admit.
“Have you already considered one of them?” he questions.
You decide to sit down on the bench, your hands rubbing your face. Should you be telling him that you’re very much inclined to keep the baby? Isn’t it better if he doesn’t know anything? In any case, he won’t be around anymore. He said he’d walk away.
“I’ve kind of made a decision,” you try to be as vague as possible.
Jungkook takes a seat next to you. This time around, he doesn’t seem to try to look away from you. His deep dark orbs stare straight into your eyes. As usual, he’s pretty much unreadable, but he has that soft expression on his face. It almost looks like he truly cares and worries about you.
“In case you…” he seems to hesitate, but he doesn’t look away. “If you keep the baby,” he continues, and your heart starts hammering in your chest. “I think I won’t be able to step away.”
You close your eyes while taking a deep breath. You’re not sure what you’re supposed to be feeling right now.
“I thought stepping away was the right decision,” he starts explaining. “Every time I tried to pull back, I find myself being drawn to you… to our child.”
The word ‘our child’ sends shivers down your spine.
“I can’t turn my back on this—not on you, not on them.”
As he says those words, his eyes look down at your stomach, where a precious life is growing. Even though your eyes are closed, you can feel his gaze on you. You can feel it on your baby. You can simply feel Jungkook. His entire being calls for you, and your body responds to it by being completely drawn to him.
“Why now?” your voice trembles as your eyes open to look at him. “What has changed?”
This doesn’t make any sense. Almost a month ago, he told you that he couldn’t father this child because you aren’t a werewolf, and that this child's existence is completely forbidden. Things are still the same, nothing has changed since then.
“You said you couldn’t have this child because of the whole werewolf thing,” your voice tone is slowly getting higher.
Jungkook’s face now seems to soften and it looks like he carries an emotional weight. There is definitely something going on that you can’t quite explain. And it’s scaring you.
“I think…” he runs his hand through his hair, a nervous gesture you’ve started to recognize. “You’re not just a woman carrying my child,” he seems to struggle to express what’s inside his mind. “I think you might be one of us.”
His words hand in the air, your entire body freezing. For a moment, it feels like the world completely stopped moving. You blink at him, trying to process the enormity of what he just said. At this stage it feels like, Jungkook likes to make cruel jokes. First, it’s the werewolf world, and now, it’s this. How on earth can you be a werewolf? It’s simply impossible. If that was the case, you would have already turned or something like that.
“What are you talking about?” the sharpness of your voice even surprises you.
Anger grows inside you, but it masks the deeper emotion of fear that you can feel. Your heart starts pounding erratically in your chest as the air grows heavier. How dare he? How dare he turn your world upside down with this unbelievable claim? You stand up, trying to calm yourself down.
“That’s impossible,” you say with a trembling voice.
You rest a hand on top of your heart, trying to anchor yourself, but the panic bubbling beneath your surface is relentless. The thought of upsetting the baby crosses your mind, but it doesn’t help to calm you.
Jungkook stands as well, hands raising as if he’s about to reassure you, but as he does so, he watches you disappear before his eyes.
“It’s incredible,” he whispers to himself.
Now, he has solid proof that you’re indeed a werewolf, a member of the Shadow pack.
“Yn, listen to me.”
“No, Jungkook,” you cut him off. “I am not a werewolf. That’s ridiculous. If I were one, I would have transformed or something like that.”
“Maybe,” he says quietly. “But you didn’t know you were one so things might work differently in that case.”
“Stop!” you scream. “Just stop. Do you even hear yourself? Do you even realize what you’re saying?”
Jungkook stands there, looking somewhere, but he doesn’t even know where you are.
“Take your phone, yn,” he tells you.
“What?” you say with evident surprise, and your anger turns into confusion.
“Just take your phone,” he repeats, his tone calm but firm.
Still breathing heavily and with shaky hands, you look for your phone in your purse. You’re not sure why he’s saying that or what to expect when you look at your phone.
“Now, pretend like you’ll take a selfie.”
As you look at him, there is something in his expression that compels you to obey. Slowly you lift your phone, positioning it in front of your face. The moment your screen comes into view, your breath catches in your throat. Your reflection is completely gone.
Your mind struggles to understand what is going on. The town square is visible in the background, clear as day, but your face is missing. It’s as though you’ve been erased from existence.
“What is happening?” you almost scream. “What kind of sorcery is this?”
Your gaze remains glued to the phone, your hand trembling so much that the image blurs. You’re gone. Completely gone. Your hand instinctively goes to your face, touching your skin as though it might bring you back into view. But when you glance at the screen again, even your hand remains invisible. This can’t be true. How can you even disappear? How is that possible?
“It’s not sorcery,” he calmly replies. “It’s you. It’s your nature. Only a werewolf can do that.”
“No! That’s not true. That’s not who I am. I’m human. I’ve always been human,” you shake your head before putting your phone back in your purse. “But I’m carrying your child so that must be it.”
Jungkook shakes his head.
“That’s not how it works, yn. I swear,” he’s trying to look for you, so it makes him look like a crazy man. “Pregnancies only bring out even more any abilities someone has,” he explains. “This pregnancy is simply revealing your true nature.”
Tears stream down your face while your heart hurts.
“Have you been experiencing some weird stuff lately?” he says. “Like heightened hearing or smell or night vision or superhuman strength or even super speed.”
Then, your body freezes once more.
“No,” you answer, and for a moment, you hesitate to reveal the truth. “But I’ve always had heightened hearing and smell, and I perfectly see in the dark.”
This all confirms what he says. You’re a werewolf.
“I can hear your heartbeat,” you add. “I can hear everybody's heartbeats, even the baby’s.”
You close your eyes, the truth violently hitting you. All this time you’ve been a werewolf, and nobody told you anything. You’re not sure Felix knows it, but it hurts to realize that your parents hid something so big from you. It’s your nature after all.
“You have your answer, yn,” he responds.
Now, you’re crying because the world is collapsing underneath your feet. Your life has been filled with lies, and you’re only discovering this now. It hurts even more that it’s the father of your child who’s revealing this and not your parents.
Jungkook follows the sound of your tears to come closer. You fall in his arms, holding him as tight as possible. He tries to hold you back in his arms, but he doesn’t see you at all. The only thing that can make you reappear is for you to relax. Your emotions are the keys to your powers.
“Focus on the baby’s heartbeat,” he murmurs in your ear. “Focus only on that.”
While tears keep running down your face, you try to search for your baby’s heartbeat. It’s super faint, but you quickly find it. This little sound has rocked you to sleep so many times, and it’s one of the most comforting sounds you’ve ever heard.
“Tudum, Tudum, Tudum,” Jungkook starts mimicking the sound of the baby’s beat.
You close your eyes to only focus on that sound. Slowly but surely, you reappear which reassures Jungkook, and he holds you tighter in his arms. His warm embrace and the sound of the baby’s heartbeat calm you down. He presses a gentle kiss on your head while his hands start to soothe your back. Seeing you like this is heartbreaking, and he hates the fact that he was the one delivering this news.
For a little while, you both remain like this, and his arms feel like the safest place on earth. Even if you hate this entire situation, his presence reassures you. Everything about this moment right now appeases your soul. There is absolutely no doubt that the reality you now have to face is devastating, but you feel like you’ll have Jungkook by your side. And strangely, it seems like it’s the only thing that you need.
Today was a hell of a day!
Everything was simply awful, and it felt like it was a never-ending day. Your mind was constantly thinking about the words Jungkook said. ‘I think you might be one of us.’ You swear you could hear them on repeat all day long.
Due to how you’ve been feeling, you’ve left everybody on read—even Jungkook. Dealing with this strange reality is too heavy, and you need space. You need some time to digest the news. You need time to simply breathe.
Once you’re at home, you wrap yourself in your Harry Potter robe, lay on the couch, and play the first Harry Potter movie. Right now, all you need is to find comfort in something, and Harry Potter is your escape.
Although the movie is playing in the background, you’re not really watching it. Your thoughts are totally lost somewhere else, somewhere that includes werewolves. You can’t believe that this is your new reality. It hurts deeply that your parents never said anything to you. How could they keep something so monumental from you? Were they intending to let this part of themselves, this part of you die in silence?
Things would have been completely different if they had informed you about that side of you. Maybe you would have sought answers earlier. Maybe you would have explored what it means to carry this legacy. There is a whole culture, heritage, and part of yourself that you’ve missed out on for thirty years. And what hurts the most is that you hate your parents right now. For years, you’ve been hating your parents’ murderer, and now, the tables have turned.
You hate them for what they withheld, for what they never gave you a chance to understand.
This whole journey of becoming a mom has been a complete nightmare. This hasn’t been going as planned. This has been anything but easy. And now, it leaves you wondering if you should really keep the baby. Maybe, you should simply terminate the pregnancy and leave this all behind. But will this be so simple? Obviously, not.
Terminating the pregnancy won’t change anything. It wouldn’t change the fact that Jungkook came into your life to completely wreck your world. Cutting short the life growing inside you will probably just make you feel guilty for doing it. Jungkook won’t disappear, and neither will your wolf side.
This isn’t fair.
Fairness has never been part of your life. It feels like your life has always been robbed. Everybody has been controlling it, making you feel completely powerless all the time. This pregnancy was about gaining control again, but even like that, it wasn’t. A big part of you wants to keep this baby, and you’re very much inclined to keep them. But you don’t know. Jungkook’s revelation still needs to be processed.
“What am I going to do, baby?” you whisper as your hands naturally caress your stomach.
In the end, this baby isn’t a hybrid one. They’re fully a werewolf. You can understand why Jungkook changed his mind. He didn’t want the child because he believed it was a hybrid, something completely forbidden in his world. But now that it’s not the case, he wants to be part of his child's life, if you keep it.
It makes perfect sense, but the hurt remains. He gets what he wants, doesn’t he? The chance to raise his child. But what about you? What about what you want?
“You’re a wolfy,” you continue saying. “So, your daddy wants you now.”
However, if you keep this child, you’ll have to teach them what it means to be a werewolf. You’ll have to guide and prepare them for a life you know nothing about. You’ll have to learn everything with them; every instinct, every tradition, and every secret. You’ll develop your wolf’s abilities together. This life inside you isn’t just a new life; it’s a symbol of your own transformation. This child represents the end of your human life and the beginning of something different.
Are you ready for that?
You’re not sure. You’re not sure if you want to embark on this new journey. A journey where you figure out who and what you are. A journey where you’ll have to dig into your parents’ past. A journey where you’ll have to face your ghosts. A journey where you might find all the answers you’ve always desired to have.
Jungkook seems to hold the key to all of that. The truth, the answers, and the future. You need him, more than you want to admit. He’s the only werewolf you know, and he might as well be your guide on this.
Even if everything scares you, this is what will help you to figure out what happened to your parents twenty years ago. This is the key to finally getting to truly know them. This hasn’t been going as you planned it, but it has been going the way you need it.
For now, you’re simply going to enjoy this comforting and reassuring movie before truly facing this new reality of yours. Tonight is your last night as a human, and tomorrow, you’ll start to understand what it means to be a werewolf.
For the millionth time, you check that your apartment is perfectly cleaned and tidied. Jungkook is coming tonight; you’ve invited him over to discuss this werewolf thing. You’re incredibly nervous as you’re very scared of how things could go. Are you going to learn some unpleasant truths about your lineage?
Also, you can’t forget to tell him you have your first ultrasound tomorrow. He’ll probably want to come as he’s expressed his change of mind concerning this child. Your child. Instinctively your hand cradles your stomach.
Before the doorbell echoes in your apartment, you sense Jungkook’s presence behind the door. This thing of sensing him is definitely extremely weird, and you’re not even sure you’ll get used to it. But you guess, it’s part of being a werewolf.
You take a deep breath while opening the door to him. As he comes into view, his beauty takes your breath away. His hair is perfectly pushed back, only a strand of hair falling on his forehead. This time around, he’s dressed in a more formal outfit. Like the first time you met him at the clinic, he’s wearing a suit. Only this time, it’s a dark blue one.
And it fits him so well.
A smile grows on his face when his eyes lay on you. It warms your heart, and you can’t help but smile back at him.
“Hi, yn,” he says.
“Hi, Jungkook,” you reply. “Come on in,” you take a step back to let him in.
Jungkook steps into your cocoon, his gaze briefly wandering at the entrance. With practiced ease, he shrugs off his long black coat, the movement accentuating the subtle play of his muscles. Your curious eyes can’t help but follow the way his shoulders shift and his arms flex as he removes his coat and slips off his shoes.
A little grin shows up when he realizes you’ve been staring at him. However, you both pretend you didn’t notice what the other was doing. It’s like you’re pretending you don’t feel drawn to each other.
“Would you like to drink or eat something?” you politely ask.
“No, no,” he shakes his head. “I’ve already eaten and drank enough for today,” a little giggle escapes his pretty lips. “I had a long and exhausting meeting this afternoon.”
“Oh,” you simply say. “If you don’t mind, I’m going to eat a bit because I’m quite hungry.”
His eyes inevitably look down at your stomach, the sound of the child’s heartbeat resonating in his ears. It’s such a comforting sound.
“No,” he answers. “Eat as much as you want.”
You drag him to the kitchen so you can eat something while you discuss about the madness that your life has become. You open the cabinets to check what you have, but then, you remember you bought your favorite yogurt two days ago. Without no further hesitation, you move to the fridge, grab it together with a spoon, and start eating it.
While you do that, Jungkook’s eyes are glued on you. His stare carefully follows you as you move through the kitchen. Honestly, he’s glad to be here with you; he finally gets to see you in your comfort zone, and you definitely seem to be glowing in this place.
“Can I ask you what you do for a living?” you ask while bringing the spoon to your mouth.
His eyes follow your hand before looking up. He leans on the cabinets while never looking away from you. Jungkook crosses his arms on his chest and heavily considers what to tell you.
“Well…” he seems hesitant to reveal it. “I’m not sure you’re going to believe me.”
You tilt your head, wondering what it could be. Is he working with the mafia like you thought before he announced his wolfy side? Or is he some kind of criminal? Or is it the opposite, like a doctor?
“Try me,” you tease him.
Jungkook didn’t know up until now how much he needed to hear the teasing tone in your voice.
His eyes never cease to follow your hand’s movements with the spoon. It’s mesmerizing, holding him captive as if he’s unable to look away. The way your lips wrap around the spoon sends shivers down his spine. Jungkook shakes his head, pushing away those weird thoughts. It’s inappropriate.
“I’m a king,” his tone is firm, leaving no room for doubts.
You almost choke with the spoon in your mouth. Of all the jobs you considered, this one definitely wasn’t on the list. This is beyond unexpected and by the way he looks, you know that he isn’t joking. You’ve seen his serious face so many times now, so you know he’s telling the truth.
“A king?” you repeat to make sure you heard it right.
Jungkook nods, and then, you can’t unsee it. This entire outfit breathes power—and money—, his charisma is beyond magnetic, and he has a strong presence. Let’s not forget about the unreadable face he always has on. There is definitely something royal about him, and he definitely looks like a king.
“That makes the child in my belly a future king or queen then?” you ask half-jokingly.
“Yep,” he answers. “And as a king, I’m expected to give the perfect heir, so the hybrid child wasn’t really one.”
When he explained the situation a month ago, everything made sense, but now it makes even more sense. This child carries royal blood.
“I’m not carrying anyone’s kid,” you playfully say. “A king,” you whisper.
This definitely changes your view of the situation. Now that he wants this child, it makes them the heir to the werewolf throne. The baby growing inside you will one day be a king or a queen. It makes you feel important but scared as well.
“It’s crazy,” you look up at him while bringing the spoon to your mouth once more.
Right there and then, your heart skips a beat when you realize the way he’s looking at you, or should you say, the way his eyes are devouring you. You can’t remember the last time someone looked at you in that way.
“It is,” he admits.
“And what does a werewolf king do exactly?” you curiously ask.
“Many things,” he smiles at you. “I’m the supreme leader of the packs which makes me the bridge between them. If any issue arises between them, I have to resolve them and also make sure the werewolves follow the rules. I’m also their protector. I must ensure the laws are respected and nobody reveals our secrets. And do many other things, but those are the most important ones.”
You nod, wondering if these responsibilities aren’t too much of a burden for him. It mustn’t be easy to be the one making decisions, and it definitely sounds like the entire werewolf world relies on him.
“And you?” he asks. “What do you do?”
A bright smile appears on your face. “I’m an Elementary teacher.”
Thinking about the little kids you see every day simply makes you happy. Being able to give those little humans the tools they need to grow in this world is one of the most fulfilling things. This job has been healing your inner child because teaching those young children has allowed you to guide and give them a stability you never had in your childhood.
“Oh, nice,” he says.
The yogurt is now over so you suggest going to the living room. This way, you’ll be sitting comfortably on the couch while discussing the hot topic. Werewolves.
Last night, while in bed, you were mentally going through all the questions you might have for him. There is so much for you to know about this new world, this new heritage. For sure, last night, you didn’t know he was a king, but now that you do, you believe that he might help you a lot more than expected.
Jungkook sits down next to you, and you decide to face each other.
“So,” you start saying. “I guess you can imagine why I invited you.”
The man sitting next to you nods. “Your wolf blood.”
“Indeed,” you nod as you speak. “I have a lot of questions.”
You don’t even know where to start.
“You said there are packs,” you begin. “Would you know to which pack I belong?”
“Yes,” he answers without hesitation. “The Shadow pack,” he pauses for a couple of seconds. “Each pack has a wolf eye color. Mine is red as you’ve already seen, which indicates that I’m the king and member of The Blood pack. The Shadow’s eye color is blue, and for the third and last pack, The Lunar, it’s white,” he explains. “A week ago, I saw your eyes turning blue, that’s how I discovered it.”
The Shadow, The Blood, and The Lunar. Three packs. You mentally register the information he gives you. There is so much to discover about this new reality.
“The Shadows also have unique abilities, one of them being the fact that they can blur into their surroundings.”
That’s what happened to you two days ago after he revealed your true nature. It was just the confirmation of who you are.
“As far as I can remember, I’ve only had heightened senses, but I never came to shift into a wolf. How is that possible?”
“That is something I ignore,” he admits. “You’re the first werewolf who didn’t grow up with her pack’s member. My first guess is the ignorance of your nature prevented it from fully revealing itself.”
You look down at your feet on the couch. It seems so weird that only a part of your abilities has revealed itself throughout your life.
“I’ve tried to find something about you, but I couldn’t,” he admits. “I even reached out to an Alpha of the pack, but nothing.”
“Oh,” you simply say, your eyes meeting his. “Do you think I could meet that Alpha?”
“Yes,” he smiles at you. “I’m sure he’d be happy to meet you, and he might probably help you more than me with your past and even your abilities.”
Jungkook then proceeds to explain how the werewolf world works. There is a hierarchy. Alpha, Beta, Delta, and Omega. Alpha being the highest rank, and you only achieve it once you fully master your powers. Logically, you’re an Omega as you barely know what you can do. Jungkook is an Alpha which makes sense since he’s a king.
If you keep the baby, they will automatically become an Alpha when they become king or queen. Things work a bit differently for the royal family.
Normally, a werewolf experiences their first shift on the first full moon of their fourteenth anniversary. The difference with the royal family is the fact that they experience that at ten years old. It’s quite early in life, but that allows them to master their abilities a lot earlier than any other werewolf.
Obviously, the parents and the family remain by your side throughout your first full moon. They guide you through the pain when transforming, and they stay with you while you’re a wolf. Jungkook tells you that the first transformation is very hard to handle. The pain is unbearable and once you’re a wolf, all your human senses disappear. You’re just a beast. A hunting beast. Having your family by your side prevents you from killing anyone or anything. Slowly and with a lot of work, you are able to control that primal urge.
The question left hanging is when and if you’ll transform. If this pregnancy brings out your wolf blood, there are higher chances that you’ll experience your first full moon. But Jungkook doesn’t have an answer to give.
Then, he informs you that you can’t transform someone by biting them, that’s an absolute myth. Being a werewolf is genetic. You inherit it from your parents, and you’ll give that gene to your children. Thus, the importance of maintaining pure blood.
“For now, I guess that’s all,” you tell him once you’ve asked all the questions.
“Since the next full moon is in two days, I’d like to be with you in case you transform,” he says.
Well, you don’t have much of a choice. There’s this unknown about you, and you wouldn’t like to be alone during your first full moon, especially if it’s painful and bestial.
“Thanks,” you mumble while looking down.
Jungkook offers you a little smile.
“I’m by your side now, yn,” he places his fingers under your chin to slowly lift your head. “I won’t let you navigate this alone.”
His eyes shine with sincerity. You’re thankful that, in the middle of this chaos, you found Jungkook. This man brings so much comfort and seems to have one of the prettiest hearts you have encountered.
“And I’ll support you no matter what you decide with the baby,” he adds.
You remain in silence for a moment, your eyes scanning his soft face. You’ve never seen him this close. You’ve never noticed that little mole under his lips, or the little scar on his cheek, or how perfectly round his nose is. He looks even prettier this closely.
The decision about your child has already been made, but you haven’t said it out loud yet. Jungkook will be the first one to know, and it makes sense since he’s the father.
“I’m going to keep the baby,” you reveal.
#bts#bts fanfic#bts imagine#jeon jungkook#jungkook#jungkook fanfic#bts angst#jungkook angst#bts fluff#jungkook fluff#bts smut#jungkook smut#bts x reader#jungkook x reader#bloodlines entwined#bloodlines entwined: chapter 3#spideyjimin
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jason is in the kitchen after patrol the night before halloween, wondering if he should get some takeaway, when his phone rings.
"who the hell calls this late at night? its 4am.."
its your name. he picks up at once.
"hey, you awake? can i come over?" , by the tone in your voice, it seems like you wont take no for an answer.
"it doesnt matter" you continue, "im already standing outside of your door"
this is the only safehouses you know about, and jason has been careful to make you think that he lives there all the time. usually he wouldnt risk you seeing his red hood gear, but at 4am, he thought it was safe to head here, as it was his nearest and largest apartment. he really didnt want to run 10 minutes through the cold and rainy october night to get to the next safehouse, and so now he finds himself rushing to hide his gear someplace you wont find it.
"uh, sure, just wait and ill let you in" he manages to stammer out, feeling nervous not only because he didnt want you to find out his secret identity. he never thought he would end up in this situation that night he met you at that dive bar on the outskirts of crime alley. you were so obviously out of place there, hanging out with your friends, anybody could see that you were students from gotham university, on the hunt for a cheap beer. he and roy had quickly stepped in under the guise of being friendly drunks, to protect you from the leer of some of gothams underbelly.
since then, youd kept coming to the dive bar, and jason kept coming to look out for you. after a while he just accepted that youd managed to work your way into his life, and now hed drive halfway across the city to meet you for lunch after your lectures. at some point, he noticed that his gaze seemed to linger longer that it had used to, and by now he had realized that he was mad about you. something he hoped you still were oblivious to.
"i promise you, you wont regret it. ive brought takeaway!" you chirped back at him.
jason lets you in, and hungrily takes the bag from you. by now youve learned that dumplings are a quick way to get him to do your bidding.
"shouldnt you be sleeping right now? i remember you saying that you have an early lecture tomorrow, or, today i guess." jason asked you. in fact he knew you had an early lecture, because he had your schedule memorized by now, to be able to suprise you with lunch. at this point his brain blocked out other dates and appointments to be able to remember more about you, someting that got him in trouble with bruce every time he forgot training sessions, or family meetings.
you were sat on the sofa, taking up as much space as you possibly could, something you did every time you came over. jason watched as your face turned deadly serious.
"jason, what im about to tell you cant leave this room. you have to promise me."
"of course" he reassured, worried now, "you can tell me everything",
"you sure?" you shot back, "i dont want this to change our relationship, or the way you view me, ok? im still the same person ive always been."
now he was really worried.
"im batman." you said with a completely straight face. "vengeance never sleeps, and so neither can i."
he looked at you with the most deadpan expression he could manage at that point. you held out in silence for what seemed an impressive amount of time before you cracked.
"its true" you wheezed out, "my friends want me to be batman at the halloween party tomorrow, but the costume hasnt arrived yet. and so ive got to use last years costume instead."
the infamous costume of halloween last year. the one jason never got to see you in, as he didnt know you at the time. he hasnt even seen a picture, but the thought that you own it is enough to drive him crazy.
"and so i wondered", you continued, "if i, pretty pleeeasee, could borrow your leather jacket, you know, the one that maches red hoods perfectly?"
now usually, jason would have said no. no one touches that jacket. but its you. and jason was also invited to said halloween party. and if youre going to make him socialize, he might as well have something to look at while doing it. and so he throws the jacket at you.
"try it on", and you do.
although jason is taller and broader than you, you still have some muscle on you, that fills out the arms and shoulders of the jacket in a way that makes it look just oversized instead of akward.
jason almost wants you to keep it. the smile he receives when he lets you borrow it is all he can think of the rest of that night, as he eats the dumplings you left for him.
#jason todd#dcu#batman#dick grayson#batfamily#bruce wayne#tim drake#fanfic#the red hood#red hood#nightwing#red robin#robin#jason todd x reader#jason todd x you
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i feel like itd be even funnier if the toman WAGs were friends with WAGs from other/rival gangs lmao. like hanmas gf and emma get along so well they invite eachother over and draken and hanma are like um.? babe. and i feel like if hakkai got a gf it would be cute if she was obsessed with mitsuyas partner the same way he does with mitsuya. btw im the partner yuzuha doesnt wanna introduce! were keeping it lowkey ❤️
Before 2nd gen toman i think tenjiku!ran and tenjiku!hanma's gfs met at a meeting. It was a last minute one held by izana when ran was out dating and he had to rush over with her bc he had no choice he wasnt gonna leave her there all alone especially at times like this when gang wars are all over the place. Hanma did the same too and his gf still had her helmet on when arriving. Just standing there awkwardly with her windshield up and she's looking at ran's gf. Just two girls waiting for each other to smile first. The guys don't like each other but they do agree that their gfs should not be listening in on this. So they let them stick together ONCE and it keeps happening even after tenjiku is disbanded and the guys are in rival gangs and they hate it so damn much bc their gfs r such good friends who wouldnt stop shoving instagram photos of the other couple in their face. The girls tell them to not fuck up each other's faces too much bc "his gf is gonna be sad. imagine my feelings too when u come home looking like shit" and it makes them beat each other's ass harder lol
I feel like takeomi's baby mama is not on talking terms with the others as much. As in they're not as close. She doesn't always read messages since she's always so busy but when everyone gathers every once in a while she always appreciates help looking after her kid(s). Like when mitsuya brings his sisters over to accompany her own or when emma would offer to carry her kid with the other gfs gushing over their cuteness while she ate or just taking a breather
Hakkai and mitsuya's partners are soooo cute with each other. They go on double dates all the time but their partners are always holding each other's hands. The guys once made eye contact when following behind their partners at a shopping district and their eyes went lower and lower and they end up staring at each other's hands and hakkai just flinched. He obsesses over mitsuya okay but today it just made him. Move away a little. 😭 just two guys ig 😭
Hello yuzuha's partner :>>>>>>>>> just so u know we're a very busy body bunch 🙈
Extra: tokyo revengers x windbreaker (i hc in my prev that togame jo met with the s62 gen in juvie and it wasn't pleasant at all)
Togame jo's gf is friends with rindou's gf. They didn't meet through their boyfriends nor did they know their boyfriends knew each other. The girls met at a shared event between universities and he would always hear about the other girl through their own by her name. Rindou comes to pick his girlfriend up after class and she's chatting with a girl he recognises at the gate. He nods and waits with the two bc his girlfriend said that her friend's boyfriend is almost here, just to make sure that she leaves safely, and then a familiar guy waddles over, both boring holes into each others eyes ("this guy's still alive?") ... gets closer ... and he stands next to ... "Oh! Hi! Okay, your boyfriend's here. We'll get going too. See you!"
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Just imagine the vein bulging on each guy's foreheads
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Wolf in Sheep's Clothing
Female Yandere x Reader
She seems like the perfect girl. Put-together, sweet, thoughtful. And she seems to like you?
But would someone like her even look your way? Or is it just in your head?
Part 1
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You'd known her for a few months.
She was a year ahead of you at your university. You were surprised you remembered her on this massive campus out of what had to be thousands of people you saw every day. But something about her stood out to you.
The more you noticed her, the more you could tell she'd been noticing you too. If it wasn’t all just in your head.
She'd pop up a lot around you after the first time you’d met. You’d go to study at the library and she'd be at the next table over before long. She’d cross your path when you sat in the courtyard to catch up on group project emails. There would be a subtle glance and a sweet smile, a casual nod your way. When you would go for lunch, she’d more often than not have an open seat across from her in the crowded dining hall. She wouldn’t seem too eager for you to sit with her, but it was a toss-up if she’d eat her own meal while going over her notes from class or make casual small talk, like it was no big deal.
None of that seemed weird on its own. She seemed like a nice enough girl, and it didn’t hurt that she was cute. And maybe seemed interested in you? If she really was flirting, it wasn’t too obvious. But something about her just felt weird.
No matter who talked to her, she was so… agreeable? Not that that was a bad thing, but she seemed to be friends with everyone and no one at the same time. Polite and sensitive to people's needs but not that at the same time. Like she wanted to… seem like she had every good intention in the world but made sure that no one ever actually needed her for anything. But she was so nice about it that you felt almost guilty thinking of her in that way.
Normally, seeing someone manipulate people like she did would make you hesitate to have anything to do with them. But there was something so… sad? About her? Like even with her sweet smile and the gentle, friendly way she spoke, she seemed almost… scared?
Scared that people would get too close? Or maybe scared that they’d think she was a bad person… It was hard to pin it down, exactly.
But every time the two of you crossed paths, you found yourself thinking about her more often, again and again.
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Wearing a face was second nature to her. If anything, it was harder to not to.
It helped her get what she wanted. And she found that people liked her better when she did.
Not that she “needed’ people to like her, but it made her life easier when people thought she was a good person. People gave her things and helped her out when she wore the face of a sweet and kind young woman.
She was known to others as exactly what she intended. Top of her class, well on her way to graduating summa cum laude. Studious but friendly. So, too busy to socialize, of course. Someone who turned down dates and offers from people to hang out with a gracious, believable excuse and a sweet, apologetic smile. A girl who took care of her appearance and dressed up nicely, but wasn't anything close to vain about it. Because that’s bad, for some reason.
Life was good when she got what she wanted. Everything was so easy for her that it almost made life dull.
But then.
There was you.
For some reason, it was so much more difficult with you.
She did her best to seem like a kind person for you. So one day, when you’d dropped a folder in the courtyard and a few papers blew away, she’d chased after them. When you’d thanked her with a smile, she felt… something.
Something new.
She couldn’t really put her finger on why she'd become so focused on you. She lived for others thinking she was this kind, lovely person. With you, she tried so much harder. Being nice around you, trying to seem perfect… It should’ve annoyed her, all the work she was putting in with no real reward other than your occasional glances or polite smile.
But it just… didn't.
"Are you stuck on something?"
When she found you struggling with a research paper in the library one day, she, of course, was nice enough to offer help with a few bits you were stuck on.
"Now, this line here really works as a reference for your thesis statement. In the second paragraph, here..."
A helpful suggestion, but hinted at in a way that wasn't too leading so you wouldn't see her as too assertive. A casual tuck of a lock of hair behind her ear as she looked over at you. A gentle gesture to a section in your reference book, just barely brushing your hand with hers.
Every move was a part of the face she wore around you. Put on to draw you in closer, to make you think about her all the time.
Aside from the occasional color in your cheeks and a nervous laugh, she wasn't sure if this was having its intended effect.
It was frustrating when you wouldn’t look at her the way she wanted.
But that just made her feel like she needed to try harder.
It didn’t make any sense to her. But whenever you were around, for the first time she was terrified that this face wouldn’t be enough to… be the person you would want.
The face, she was having trouble keeping it on when it came to you.
That was also new.
There were people who hung off you all the time. Your classmates who invited you out to study with them. That friend of yours, the one that loved to touch your arm when they wanted your attention. Every time she saw you smile at someone, every time you gave them our attention, she could feel the face slipping. She’d never felt so… Upset. Hurt.
Angry.
Even when another random person tried to flirt with her as usual, she couldn’t keep it together. They saw her, just for a moment. But he could see the shock in their eyes when she let her annoyance and disgust show.
Because they weren’t you.
But if you saw the real her behind the face she wore…
You would hate her.
So why did she care at all?
It was almost frustrating how little anything else mattered. What was so special about you that you were all she thought about? Nothing really stood out about you… Maybe it was because you didn’t seem all that enamored with the face she wore, but she didn’t obsess like this over every person who didn’t click with her. Maybe it was something small… Your smile? Your voice?
She’d never felt love before, she didn’t think. So if that’s what she was feeling for you, how would she know?
The only thing she did know was that she wanted you to love her.
And maybe that was enough.
To her, it felt like you saw something when you looked at her, and it unnerved her, but it only made her think about you more.
For the first time in her life, the faces she wore had become so much more than a way to get what she wanted.
They were protecting her from what could happen if anyone could tell what she was really thinking.
If you could tell what she was really thinking.
The obsessive thoughts.
The jealousy.
The disgust and anger.
Fleeting violent impulses when she noticed someone talking to you. Laughing with you. Touching you. These thoughts, they should’ve felt… Shocking? Unsettling? But they just… didn’t.
Because when it came to you, she would do anything to have you.
And make no mistake.
No matter what it took, you would be hers.
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For a while, she couldn't feel the pain that should've been radiating in her palm. Only the steady rhythm of her own heartbeat in her ears.
She stayed on top of a lot of text chains to keep tabs on things and people around her, and something had come up in texts from a study group she went to every now and then, to keep up appearances and seem social.
One of the girls in the group had pulled out from that week's cram session for the upcoming midterms. She was finally going to ask out someone she'd had her eye on for a while, the one in her class, and with a bit of teasing and prodding from the others, the girl had given up a very familiar name.
She'd froze, her mind racing with every way it could be anyone else. How your name wasn't all that common, but there had to be another poor idiot that was the target of this girl's affections. There had to be.
But she'd clarified. It sounded so much like you. Your looks, your major, the things you and this girl would apparently talk about. That you had such a cute smile.
How she couldn't wait to take you out. How soon, you'd be with her. How you'd only look her way.
She'd been putting away the clean dishes. A glass had shattered in her grip. It had nicked a couple of her fingers. She felt nauseous, but not from the sight of blood.
She'd never felt so much all at once, every inch of her skin felt like it was on fire and her ears were ringing.
Nothing else mattered.
A deep breath and she grabbed a towel, putting on her sweetest smile, the face slipping back into place.
All she could think about was how she was going to fix this.
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part one of the Wolf in Sheep's Clothing fics. Next one's gonna get a little/ a lot (?) violent, so just a head's up.
the anon original request, which turned out to be from @asimp4yandere , and i hope they like this, along with part 2 coming soon!
an extension of one of the girls from my yandere girl type post:
i got such bad artist's block writing this one because i tried to squeeze the next part into this one and got stalled out. she is a complicated character and one of the first strictly violent yanderes i've ever written and she's kind of a rotten little monster and i love her.
first draft also included a few sentences on her childhood but it didn't really fit here
no name for this one yet, maybe in part 2 if i think of a good enough one
will post the next part before long, if i post these parts together the first part gets less attention ✌️
#yandere#female yandere#fem yandere#yandere girl#yandere female#yandere fic#minty writing#female yandere x y/n#female yandere x reader#genderless y/n#genderless reader#yandere x darling#yandere x y/n#yandere x you#yandere x reader#gender neutral reader#Wolf in Sheep's Clothing
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REUNION.
Coming home for your high school reunion (where your high school ex lives) maybe wasn't the best idea.
Good thing you've got Jihoon to come home to at the end of it all.
wc: 8,000
tw: violence, original characters, attempt of coercion (not from woozi), smut, fluff..so much fluff.
18+ MDNI.
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Dating Seventeen’s Producer has it’s perks, and it’s downfalls.
Perk: He writes you little verses sometimes to express his love. Jihoon has never been super comfortable with bringing up his feelings verbally, but somehow singing them or writing them down makes it easier for him. You appreciate everything because you like to keep his little napkin notes and 30 second melodies jotted down on a crumpled paper locked away inside a box in your closet. You love him - and he knows it. He loves you too.
Downfall: You do have to hide the relationship. You’re the extroverted one in the pair, always excited to share things with the people you trust. If it were up to you, your instagram feed would be full of the cute pictures you have stored away of him. If it were up to you, you’d scream from the rooftops how happy he makes you. You would tell everyone and their dog about how Jihoon is the most attentive and most wonderful boyfriend you could have ever dreamed of.
Perk: He’s secretly an amazing masseuse. You assume it’s because of his ability to play so many instruments - but he is so good at sensing when you are stressed or tense. He’ll lay you on your stomach and tease the knots out of your neck and shoulders, peppering your back with soft kisses before taking you into the bathroom for a hot bath. He’ll bring you a coke zero to sip on, even though he’ll drink half of it before it even reaches your lips. Neither of you have much of an affinity for drinking alcohol, but you often bring each other random sodas and snacks to share.
Downfall: He travels a lot. You always miss him when he is away, cuddling a pillow to fall asleep. The pillows are never as warm as he is..and they don’t hug you back. But you’re proud of him. You’re always proudly watching the live streams and giggling like a fangirl when he does something hot. The way his sultry eyes lock into the camera sends heat into your stomach, knowing that stare really is for you, and you alone despite the many people watching.
Perk: There was once an article written about your boyfriend in a Japanese magazine. It said “He probably seems shy and blunt, but he has profound emotion, and once he becomes close to someone, such a close relationship will continue forever.” You couldn’t have said it better yourself. His emotional intelligence far surpasses any other man you’ve met.
You could go on and on listing the pros and cons, but the pros will always far, far outweigh any negatives. You are completely head over heels in love with him. He is sweet and thoughtful, and he somehow knows exactly how to tailor to your appreciation of all five love languages. He pretends to hate hugging and physical touch, but he’s so soft for you, always giving you back hugs and cheek kisses.
With all of that said…you really wish on nights like tonight that people knew what he was to you.
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You’re sitting in the middle of your high school reunion, dressed to the nines. You’re wearing every accessory your friends would die to have, luxury brands your boyfriend spoils you with daily, but you’d rather have him on your arm instead. You’re sitting at a round table with your high school best friends, who know nothing about your current relationship due to the fact that you moved away after graduation.
You didn’t move far, only about two hours away, but the natural business of university -and eventually jobs- did interfere with your efforts to stay in touch. It didn’t help that all of your friends stayed in the same town, dating each other and eventually settling down. It was weird seeing the people you ate lunch with every day now kissing each other and wearing wedding rings, but here you were. It was funny, the way this night brought so many memories flooding back. Thoughts of the time you snuck into the school in the middle of the night to make out with your senior year boyfriend. The memories of competing on the dance team, and of the time you convinced the librarian her car was being towed so you could change all of the computer’s background screens.
You’re pulled out of your little trance by said ex boyfriend (Dae), sitting across from you.
“So, Y/N…Nobody has talked to you in a while, what have you been up to?”
“Honestly I’ve been super busy” you share your memorized speech, “I’ve been working really hard on writing my next book and hope to release it by the end of the year.”
Your girl friends all start to make “ooh” sounds, and you hope you’ve thoroughly distracted them from asking more details about your life - but Dae isn’t having it.
“Social media could tell me that. I hope the book is going to tell us about your love life.” He half heartedly jokes.
Your cheeks blush red. This was the one question you were hoping to avoid all night, and yet, here it is during the first 20 minutes of dinner.
Your other friends take the bait and chime in “yes have you been dating?” and “I was wondering if there was a special someone who gave you that necklace.”
Yes … the necklace IS from your boyfriend, but you’re going to leave that out for now.
You talked about this with Jihoon while making the drive to your hometown. He came along with you, opting to spend some time with your parents while you attended the event. You came up with a bunch of answers to this question, and even through every practiced response, you felt a bit of pain not being able to share the full truth. He understands, because he has to hide this too, but the company would freak if they found out their precious Woozi isn’t a single heartthrob they want to market him as.
If you had it your way, the response to the question would be snarky and a little bit petty. The fact that Dae asked you about your love life feels hurtful and inappropriate, given the fact that it was his fault your high school relationship ended. Even after five years, you would love to put him in his place.
And yet, you can hear Jihoon’s voice in your head. “Be the bigger person, Jigiya. Your love life is plenty fulfilled, right?” And even the Jihoon in your mind is always right, So, you reluctantly begin your pre-planned speech.
“I’ve dated, In fact I do have a boyfriend right now. His name is J and I could have dragged him here tonight, but he’s on a business trip.”
You accept the questions that fly your way with a practiced grace.
Where did you meet him? At work.
What does he do for work? He’s also a writer (not completely a lie).
Do you have a picture together? You just got a new phone, so regretfully no.
What about social media? He doesn’t use it and you haven’t actually posted him yet. You’ve been to busy updating about your writing, (also not completely a lie).
No picture? You must be lying…
Yeah it does kind of sound that way, believe what you want.
The one question you weren’t expecting, comes from your old friend, Tyler.
“Relationship aside, why didn’t you stay in touch with any of us? Personally, I would have loved to hear that you were dating after such an intense and sudden goodbye.” He makes a face towards your ex, and you almost sense some tension between the two of them.
You felt his question like a stab to the heart. It’s true, your goodbye was painful. You found out Dae had cheated on you just days before moving to Seoul, and you didn’t take it well at all. Not only did you throw a textbook at him, resulting in a black eye, you iced out the entire friend group.
You were hurt, and it sucked even more to find out that some of them knew about the infidelity. You’re not even sure why you’re here tonight - you suppose there is just something tugging you towards resolving the unresolved things in your life.
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You know it was immature to pull away from the group as a whole. There's a part of you that believes this reunion might be a good place to pick up the pieces. A place to take out some of that hurt still sitting like weight inside your ribcage, like it’s a game of operation.
Jihoon was originally the one who picked up your broken pieces and glued them back together again. You were working on a writing project at Anyang University when you bumped into him, knocking some papers out of his hands. You bent down to pick them up and locked eyes. The rest was history, and truly made you believe in love at first sight. He was the one who made you laugh when you wanted to cry. The one who kissed you until you were out of breath, and the man who rebuilt your self confidence brick by brick.
You helped him too. It was no secret to the rest of the world that your boyfriend earned a graduate degree, but what the world doesn’t know is that you were there, every day with him, studying for tests and proof reading his essays.
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“I..don’t know, Tyler” you admit, eyes dropping to your lap. “I missed all of you, I just had a hard time adjusting to a different life after I left.”
“We missed you too, Y/N. Please keep in touch from now on.” Tyler responds, voice kind.
You smile and begin to ask them questions about what they’ve been doing for the past few years
Having the focus off of you and onto the others does help you to feel more comfortable. The conversation begins to naturally flow and you almost don’t realize it’s time to wrap up dinner until your class president stands at the front of the room with a microphone.
“Everyone, thank you so much for attending our class reunion!” She begins, “throughout the past five years each of you has branched out and created an adult life for yourselves. In celebration of everyone’s life changes, and out of a little selfish nostalgia, the other class officers and myself have created a presentation for the night.”
The large screen behind her hums to life and your class picture, taken at graduation, appears on the screen. She guides the group through a journey down memory lane, sharing old pictures and memories from your time together. You see the dance team, and your heart warms seeing the trophy you were holding in the center of it all. The presentation moves through different clubs, sports events, awards, pranks, lunchtime selfies, etc. It soon shows screen grabs of the pages in your yearbook where everyone filled out superlatives. You had been voted “most likely to become a celebrity” and everyone at your table laughed, because let’s be honest… you kind of are famous.
After graduation you poured your emotions into your book series, and you’re now halfway through the end of the romance trilogy. The first two books immediately started trending online and you have a strong fanbase welcoming the upcoming third.
“Oh we actually guessed one right” your class president jokes, after realizing the other superlatives were not even close to true after the passing of time. “Y/N, would you like to say some words?”
You’re shocked at the sudden attention on you, not having any sort of speech prepared. You feel lucky that you’ve watched Jihoon practice for so many interviews, because you do feel like you can kind of make something up on the spot. You stand from your chair and walk to the front of the room, aware of some sudden phones recording you.
“Hi everyone, It’s nice to see your smiling faces!” you grin, turning on what Jihoon calls your ‘cute girl charm.’ “I don’t know if I would call myself a Celebrity like the yearbook does…” You gesture towards the screen, “But I do feel extremely grateful for all of the love and support I’ve received through the release of my first two books. I’ve never actually shared this publicly before, but I was originally inspired to write the series after moving away from here.” You gesture towards the building you’d spent so much time in. “I was feeling nostalgic one night and decided to pour that emotion in a story. I won’t take much time, but I guess this is my way of saying thank you to everyone for giving me something good to remember when I write.”
You give the room a quick bow before returning to your seat, cameras still following you.
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The rest of the night proceeds like normal, but Dae doesn’t seem to look away from you. Anywhere you look, every way you turn, you can feel his eyes burning into the back of your skull. It’s making you kind of uncomfortable. There is music blaring through some overhead speakers and everyone is dancing, lights dimmed low. In another life you would be dancing with them, but all you can think about is your Ex who is staring at you, and your current boyfriend who is likely curled up on the couch gossiping with your parents as they show him baby pictures.
You want nothing more than to be curled up into his side, comfy sweats and a cup of tea in your hand.
Your plan was to walk home with your friend Shin who lives next door to your parent’s house, but you’ve decided to leave earlier than her. She tries to convince you to stay, but you make up a fake excuse about having a headache and tell her you’ll be fine, it’s just a few blocks and your town is safe.
At least it was.
You’re barely outside of the front doors when you feel a strong hand grabbing your arm. You turn around and find yourself face to face with the man you’re so ready to get away from, and a pit of worry starts to form in your stomach.
“Don’t go.” Dae begs, hand still on your arm.
You try to wiggle a bit so he’ll let go, but he doesn’t budge.
“Why not? My head is hurting.” You act, pulling back again.
He makes an annoyed face, “That’s bullshit and we both know it.”
“Why the fuck would you know anything about me?” You retort, finally pulling out of his grip - which doesn’t help because he just grabs you on the shoulders with both hands anyways.
“I used to know everything about you.”
“Before you cheated and broke my heart.” you almost spit at him. “please let go.”
“If I let go are you going to run away again?”
“I didn’t run away the first time. I moved to college. Like normal people my age.”
“look, y/n…” his voice trails, “i made a mistake and I’ve thought about you every day since.”
your entire body stills. You feel your blood chill at the way he’s looking at you like you’re everything he’s ever wanted. There was a time when that was all YOU wanted, but now it just makes you cringe.
You think about Jihoon, and how being this close to another man is disrespecting the intense love you have for him. You think about the times you spent crying over the thought that you weren’t good enough, not pretty enough or thin enough for Dae to want you. Yes your blood is chilled to your core, but it’s also simultaneously on fire. Boiling with rage because how dare he say this to you now? All these years later. After you healed and moved on.
It’s only hands that are gripping your shoulders, but they might as well be needles from the way you want them off of you. You peek downwards for just enough time to speed dial Jihoon’s number before shoving your phone into your clutch, out of sight.
“Don’t say that. You’re here with another woman.” You point out.
“That was only to make you jealous. I miss you.”
“Don’t say that either. I’m in a very happy relationship.”
“I don’t believe that either. I think you want me to think you’ve moved on when in reality you still want me too.”
“No. I don’t want you. I haven’t wanted you for years. And I Most definitely, DO have a boyfriend. Please get off of me.”
“Y/N come on. Remember when we used to sneak around this school, kissing in the shadows?”
He steps towards you, and you try to step away with no luck. He has you pinned against a wall, and there’s definitely nobody else around to stop him from what he does next. He leans forward to try to kiss you, but you turn your face so he manages only to kiss your cheek.
“Please stop” you try to sound firm, but a little bit of your fear seeps out. “I don’t want to kiss you.”
“Just give up the act, baby” he breaths into your ear, sending painful shivers down your spine. “I can still make you feel good.”
“No you fucking can’t, and no you fucking won’t” you shove, kneeing him in the groin and maneuvering out of his hold.
“Y/N?” you turn towards the entrance of the school and see Tyler and Shin standing in the doorway, mouths dropped wide open. The other friends in the group standing behind them, whispering about what they must have just witnessed. Tears are threatening to spill from your eyes, but you’ll be damned if you let this son of a bitch make you cry again.
“um..it’s fine..” you start to lie, but they saw it. They saw you knee your ex boyfriend and push him away from trying to coerce you into consent.
“No, I don’t think it is…” Shin says, glaring at Dae.
The other friends start to nod in agreement when their attention is suddenly focused on something behind you. You turn to see a black car - your dad’s car - in the roundabout used for dropping off students. The passenger side swings open and within 3 seconds your boyfriend is storming out of the car and towards you.
“is that…?”
“What is Woozi doing here?”
“Oh my god that’s Woozi!”
you hear a chorus of realization singing from the girls behind you, but all you can do is freeze in terror because
1. You’re about to blow your carefully crafted cover 2. He looks absolutely divine. White dress shirt rolled up to the elbows, black hair perfectly styled and black slacks framing his figure. You’d cry at how attractive he looks were it not for the feral anger brimming in his eyes as he storms towards you and your former group.
“Are you Dae?” He asks, stepping up to the man.
“Um.. Yes?” He answers, obviously confused why an Idol knows his name.
He doesn’t have much time to register the interaction before Jihoon is throwing a punch straight into his jaw.
Everyone gasps - including you - because in all of the years you’ve known him, you’ve never actually seen Jihoon get ANGRY. Sure you’ve seen him frustrated or a bit mad, but never fuming like this, and certainly never violent.
“If you ever touch my girlfriend again I’ll put you in a fucking hospital.” He barks, hand snaking around your waist.
“We’re leaving.” He announces, grabbing your clutch with his other hand and ushering you towards the car.
A few steps away you hear one of your girl friends call out to you. “Y/N…?” her voice trails.
You turn back and count 7 faces. 7 people that witnessed your famous boyfriend throw a punch and whisk you away without so much as a nod in their direction. 7 faces that will probably post all over the internet that “Seventeen’s Woozi isn’t so single after all.”
“Um…Hang on” you stop walking, turning to face Jihoon. Your hand is on his arm and you don’t even have to say anything. Simply looking into his eyes is all you need to communicate what you want, and he wordlessly understands you. He nods and you turn to face your friends.
“I’m sorry I lied to you…just…please don’t say anything..” you bite your lip.
Shin’s jaw is still on the floor, and Tyler is still just glaring at Dae, seemingly frozen in confusion.
“We…won’t” Tyler promises.
“I understand why you didn’t say anything.” Shin agrees. and you nod, ready to walk away again.
Tyler’s voice stops you again as he calls, “Y/N… we meant it when we all said we missed you. Please keep in touch.”
your eyes scan back towards Dae, who is holding his jaw and leaning against the wall. He looks pissed.
“We’ll take care of him.” Tyler finishes, taking a step towards your ex.
That’s all you need to continue towards the car. Jihoon opens the backseat door for you and you slide inside before he closes it and walks around to the other side of the backseat. He climbs in and you drive away.
“Hi dad.” You almost whisper, noting his presence in the driver’s seat.
“Hi pumpkin.” He answers. “are you okay?”
You sit for a brief moment in silence.
“no” you admit, finally allowing your tears to fall.
Jihoon is wrapping his body around you in an instant, petting your hair and enveloping you in his comforting scent.
“he wanted me to kiss him” you sob “and I didn’t want to and he pushed me up against the wall and I couldn’t move.” you shake, recounting the experience in your mind.
“shhhh i’m here” Jihoon comforts.
“and now people know we’re dating and your company is going to be mad” you cry even harder.
“no they won’t” he reassures, kissing the top of your head.
“how do you know?”
“I just do. It’s okay. everything is okay, baby.”
The drive to your house is literally only two minutes long, so you’re still crying by the time you pull into the driveway.
“Can you lay down with me?” You ask your boyfriend when he has gotten out and opened your door again for you.
“Yes.” He answers, holding your hand as you walk inside.
Your parent’s make themselves scarce, stepping into their own room as Jihoon makes you a cup of tea and walks with you upstairs to your childhood bedroom. He helps you strip your dress and step into a cozy black sweat/ hoodie set that he bought you for your one year anniversary. He has his own matching set but doesn’t put it on. He just wants to take care of you right now. He holds your hand as you crawl into bed, curling into him like he’s simply an extension of your own body. Your arm is crossed over his waist, and one leg is too, but he wouldn’t want it any other way.
“I love you.” you mumble into his chest.
“I love you too.” He mumbles back, already sleepy and comfortable. “I’m sorry I punched your ex boyfriend.”
You finally chuckle a little about the situation. “You actually punched someone, Ji! I didn’t know you had it in you!”
“Me neither” he admits, hand rubbing aimless patterns across your back. “I have never done that before.”
“Does your hand hurt?”
“Only a little.” He looks at his knuckles, flushed a soft shade of pink. “I think i punched with decent form so it’s not too bad.”
You giggle at the fact that despite his anger, he was concerned about ‘proper form.’ -typical Jihoon.
“Thank you.” You whisper into his chest. “For protecting me.”
“I’ll always protect you. You’re my world.”
“You’re my world too.”
You allow the warm blankets to ease the last of your tension and you fall into a comfortable silence. You’re not quite sleeping - but resting. You’re not sure if he is asleep or not, but you couldn’t be bothered to ask. For now you’re just enjoying the quiet, enjoying how he allows his walls to break down when he’s around you. His tough facade completely gone, he’s just your person. Your forever pillow to curl up with at nap time and night time and every time in between.
His presence wraps you in a string of pride and power. ‘I can do anything as long as he is by my side. He is the reason I fight for the things I want in life. He pushes me and challenges me and supports me if I fall.’ All of these are the thoughts that consume you as you lay by his strong figure.
You’re not sure how long you stay in that position, probably about an hour, before Jihoon wiggles his arm out from underneath you.
You mumble at the sudden loss of support under your neck, and he just laughs at you and whines.
“My arm is numb”
“Okay so time switch positions” you smile, sitting up to kneel over him. Your bed is large enough that there’s still a sliver of space on the other side of his body, which you steal and curl into him, basically an identical position but flipped. “I’ll make this arm numb too so you can be even.” You joke.
“Nope, I liked the other spot better.” He furrows his eyebrows.
You reluctantly sit up to move back, but once your knees are straddling over him he stops your momentum, grabbing your hips and holding you hostage above him.
“See? much better.” He wets his lips.
“OH, I see” you smirk, leaning forward to ghost your lips over his, “You just wanted to make out in my childhood room like a horny teenager.”
“guilty”
He leans up, filling the last few inches of space to capture your lips in a passionate kiss. And you let him. You return the passion and settle into a rhythm. His hands leave your hips and drag along your arms, moving upwards to where you’re caging him in, holding yourself up. He pushes blindly on your elbows so you fall onto them, allowing more of your bodies to touch, separating any space between your hearts.
“Love you so much” he mumbles into the kiss, basically hugging you as you worship each other’s lips.
“Love you more” you answer, breathing as he moves aside, trailing kisses over towards your jawline, and the top of your neck.
“Not possible.”
“Is too.”
“is not.”
“You know what I don’t love?” he says, more of a statement than a question. “the fact that this hoodie is in the way of your perfectly beautiful neck.” He tugs at the neckline, as if it’s going to budge much. The fabric is comfy, sure, stretchy? not really.
You giggle at the prospect of your boyfriend being angry at your clothing - clothing he bought you - because it’s separating you by a whole inch.
“Need to get it off.” He announces, tugging and pulling in an effort to make you move. Your smile is completely printed onto your face as he tries (and fails) to get your hoodie off without your help. He continues to try but you’re literally laying on top of him. There’s no way it’s coming off without you sitting up at least a tiny bit.
“say I love you more.” You tease, pressing into him harder so the clothing is completely pinned in place. You kiss his jawline.
“I won’t.”
“Then you’ll just have to kiss above the neck.” you move your own lips down towards his collarbone, teasing him.
“Y/N” he stops you, pulling you up to look him in his (super beautiful dreamy) eyes. “I love you with every ounce of my soul. From the roots of my hair all the way down to my toes, every pore, every cell, it belongs to you. I can’t say you love me more because I’ve never loved any person, any song, any thing, more than I love you.”
You reach up a hand to rest on his cheek, brushing lightly and gazing into his eyes. You have no response because you’ll probably cry if you try to speak.
you belong to him. He loves you and you love him. He belongs to you too. His hands, his heart, his lips, all yours.
“So let me take this damn hoodie off and prove to you just how much I love you, huh?” He pulls the fabric up your stomach and despite the butterfly zoo going on inside, you manage to nod and sit up, raising your hands above your head to allow your boyfriend to remove it. There’s nothing underneath, and he knew that from the get go, but he still gazes at you like you’re the most beautiful peice of art he’s ever seen.
He tends to do that - make you feel like you’re more than you are. Average in your opinion, but extraordinary in his. and ‘don’t you trust his opinion? he’s got a master’s degree after all.’
He rolls you over so you’re the one on your back now, and starts right where he left off, kissing along your neck, moving along your collarbone and shoulder. You lay your head to the side, fully opening up the space for him to worship you and ‘prove’ how much he means his words. (he doesn’t need to prove anything - he’s proved it enough every day you’ve known him).
He loves the way you get like this when he’s kissing you, soft and pliable under his hold. You always lay your head to the side and close your eyes, enhancing the sensations he is creating. Allowing him to make art on your skin that you don’t have the permission to leave on his (though you sometimes do where nobody will see). He loves the way you begin to get worked up after a while. Breathing slightly heavier, causing your chest to rise and fall, back muscles tensing enough to push your chest forward. He likes to think it’s your body involuntarily screaming ‘Take me Jihoon, Here’s my heart, take it.’
And take it he does.
First, he takes it into his mouth. (Well… your tits, but same thing, right?) You let out a sweet, soft moan when his warm tongue laves over your nipple, bringing up a hand into his hair. You love his hair this length, so shiny and soft.
and easy to pull.
He plays with the other nipple while he sucks and licks the first, making sure to switch back and forth, never leaving one abandoned for too long.
You imagine Jihoon’s fans think him tired and lazy outside of producing and working as an Idol, but that’s where they are just fully dead wrong. Your boyfriend does nothing - and he means NOTHING - half way. And that includes pleasuring you. He has practiced, and practiced, and practiced figuring out exactly what makes you tick. What makes you squirm, what makes you squirt. He knows it all. Every detail.
He rolls your nipple and then pinches it, the perfect amount of pleasure to pull a moan from your lips.
“Hoonie” you sigh “My parents are downstairs.”
“Yes, baby. I know.”
“If you keep making me feel like that, they’re going to hear me moaning a lot louder very soon.”
“Something tells me they’ll understand.” He begins his work downwards, trailing kisses from your sternum and down towards your stomach. “but still better be quiet for me, baby.” His hands remain cupping each breast, kneading at them, fingers brushing the sides. His hands are so big, long fingers leaving you ticklish and sensitive. “can you do that?”
He looks into your eyes and you see how wide his pupils are blown already. You’re sure you look similar, so you just nod your head and bite your lip.
Once he reaches the waistband of your sweats, he kisses across your stomach horizontally, following along the line of the elastic holding them up.
“Need these off too, princess.” He speaks into your skin, the vibrations of his voice shooting sparks into your core.
“Not fair, you haven’t even taken your shirt off” You whine, and yet still lift your hips so he can pull your pants off.
“I was a bit distracted” he laughs into the skin on your hip, but listens to you and kneels up, making a show of unbuttoning his dress shirt. And oh how it is a show you enjoy. The way his forearm muscles flex, emphasized by the sleeves that are still rolled up to the elbows. The way his chest muscles are so defined that they were already pushing just right on the shirt, pulling it tight. The way his abs shine in the lamp light of your mostly dark room.
You reach upwards to help him slide it off, tossing it off to the side and dragging your hands downwards, starting at his shoulders and making sure to feel the line of every ab muscle as you lower your fingers to his belt loop. You don’t miss the way he shivers at the touch, extra sensitive when you passed his nipples.
He likes to pretend he’s all tough and strong, but he’s weak for your touches. He hates to admit that touching his nipples ARE, in fact, a sure way to have him whimpering, so you don’t tease him about it (at least not tonight).
“Why are you all dressed up anyways?” You question as you work on the belt buckle. “I thought you were staying home with my Parents?”
“Not that I want to talk about your parents during foreplay,” He helps you with the zipper and wiggles his pants off, leaning forward to give you a kiss on the forehead. “But I decided to take them out for dinner tonight.”
“That’s sweet of you�� You grab his face and pull him back again, kissing him on the lips. “Almost as sweet as your kisses.” You give him a few loving pecks, pulling away with a final “mwah” before he works back down your body, fingers sliding off the last layer of fabric you’re wearing (a lacy red thong you picked out just for him).
“Not even going to appreciate my choice of underwe…..oh” you’re cut off by the feeling of Jihoon’s tongue flat and hot licking up your cunt. He doesn’t waste a second of time before he’s pushing your thighs open with those big hands you’re so in love with, and sucking on your clit with his mouth you’re equally in love with.
He sucks with fervor, breath warm and strong and much better than any toy or vibrator you tried before him. (and there was a night when you compared them side by side. Your favorite toy and him. Jihoon’s mouth? MUCH better).
“Oh fuck” you moan towards the sky, fingers latching into his hair.
“Shhh” He laughs, pulling off of you to lock eyes. “You’re right. We’re not alone.”
“No need to remind me” you breathe, eyes hazy with lust as you look down at the sight of him between your legs. “Pass me your shirt.”
He reaches behind him to his discarded shirt, barely hanging onto the end of the bed. “Why do you want this?” He questions, eyes widening as you take it and bunch it up, shoving it in your mouth to gag your moans.
“Oh, shit you’re so hot.” He flushes, hiding his red cheeks back in between your legs. He continues worshiping your core and you roll your hips in time with him, slowly and sensually chasing your high. You continue to moan and swear into the gag of fabric. He still hears you, can still tell when he’s making you feel good, but something about you NEEDING to be gagged ignites a fire in Jihoon that he didn’t know existed. Reminds him that while you’re a switch by nature, you easily fall into a subspace the second he wants you to.
“Feel good baby?” he asks, two fingers entering into your wet hole. “Does falling apart on my fingers help you feel better?”
“mph” you groan, nodding your head and bucking your hips upwards.
He takes that as a yes and continues his ministrations, latching back onto your sensitive bud. He brings you all the way to the very edge, you’re seeing white. Seeing stars, and he pulls away, holding your hips flat onto the mattress.
You start to whine before he pulls his shirt away and drowns the sounds with a hot kiss instead. His tongue enters your mouth and you taste yourself. He’s hungry, kissing you with a messy desire, grinding his own hips into your leg.
“Need you.” You both say at the same time, but there’s no need to say ‘jinx’ because what you really - really need in that moment is for Jihoon to take his boxers off and help you finish the orgasm that he so rudely stole moments ago. “Please” you sigh, gripping the sheets. “Please hurry, I’m so hot.”
“I agree” he scans his eyes up and down your naked body, laid out and dripping for him like a wet dream he’s had many times. “So hot and sexy.” He compliments, fishing a condom out of his carry on bag abandoned on the floor by the bed. He wastes no time ripping the package and rolling it onto his fully hard length, pumping once or twice to secure it in place.
He doesn’t really need it. You’re on birth control and regularly like to feel him raw,. However Jihoon, ever the gentleman, is thinking about keeping this round contained and easy to clean up. (And easier to hide from the people who raised you when it’s time for laundry).
He takes you in missionary position.
It’s romantic, and sensual, and best of all, he can kiss you to keep you quiet.
Your hands helped him line up with your hole and the rest became a frenzy of stimulation, Jihoon pushing halfway in with one go, and sinking the rest of the way slowly. Once given the go ahead, he starts grinding his hips, rotating in circular motion with pressure, almost like the build up to the finale of a dance. He’s warming you up, preparing you for the fast and hard that surely will come. He pulls out, dick dragging slow and hard against your spongy walls, as if inviting your pussy to leak for him. You’re dripping, squelching around him, providing lubrication for a smooth glide.
If your moaning wasn’t enough to alert the downstairs audience, the noises of your skin slapping against each other might be. You throw your head back, another groan escaping your lips but being chased and drowned by his kiss again. He’s always been smarter and faster during sex - able to predict exactly when a noise is building in your throat and capturing it before you get yourselves caught.
He’s had to use this talent many times before: In hotel rooms on tour, in dressing rooms backstage, even in a bedroom at a party once (sorry Soonyoung….) Nonetheless, he makes you want to scream. Makes you feel so good that the only thing capable of stopping you is the feeling of his tongue meeting your tongue, the feeling of his plump, slightly puffy lips tangling with yours. The feeling of his teeth lightly biting your bottom lip only for you to nip and tease right back. Because that’s your dynamic - being so bonded together as soul mates that what one does, the other follows.
He bites your lip? You bite his right back. He steals your rice at dinner? You take his last bite of chicken. He makes you orgasm? Your walls flutter around him so tight and so intense that he has no choice but to come with you, groaning into your neck and wrapping his hands underneath your waist, hugging you tight as he spills into the condom, both of you breathing heavily.
Jihoon is quicker to return back to his senses, walking to the en-suite bathroom to toss the condom and wet a washcloth for you. He comes back with one - warm water like you always prefer - and cleans you up softly. He’s gentle and in tune with your sensitivity, making sure you’re cared for and comfortable as he pulls your red panties back on. He gives them a silly little kiss on the bow before urging you to lift your hips, this time pulling your sweat pants back on.
Your hoodie comes next, except it’s actually his. He pulled it out of his bag at your request, because cuddling in his oversized one is always more comfy than yours, which is more fitted. (You claim this as the reason, but he knows you just like wearing something because it’s his. And that makes him happier than words can say). He tugs on a new pair of boxers and his matching sweats. You try to convince him to wear your smaller hoodie but he just laughs at you and pulls on a black T-Shirt instead.
He’s fully prepared to crawl up next to you, curling together for sleep, but a noise downstairs distracts you both.
“Is that…music?” You ask him, tilting your ear towards the door.
His cheeks flush a sweet shade of pink and he scratches the back of his neck, “Yeah. It’s your mom playing the piano.”
“Both of my parent’s play the piano, how do you know it’s my mom?” You pinch him in the side.
“Because your dad is about to start playing the guitar in three, two…” he points at the door just as you hear your father join in with his acoustic six string.
“How on earth did you know that?” You scrunch your eyebrows at him.
“Well I didn’t expect them to choose now to do this…” His voice trails off, “I assumed we’d postpone to tomorrow night after your call…..but I guess this is better than if they had chosen ten minutes ago…”
“Chosen to do what?” You ask again.
“Come here.” He pulls you to your feet and holds your hand, leading you downstairs to where your parents are playing a soft melody in the living room. The lights are off and there are candles lit. Your parents are still dressed in their fine attire from dinner, grinning like fools when they see you enter the room.
“What is going on?” You smile, feeling Jihoon hug you from behind. You naturally start to sway to the tune a bit before he releases himself from the grasp and moves you to your favorite chair in the corner. It’s the chair you used to spend hours reading in, and everyone in this room knows it’s your happy place. Or was - before your happy place became a living, breathing, moving, person.
“Y/N” He says, sitting you down and moving away to stand by your parents. “I wrote you a song, and your parents offered to help me gift it to you for our anniversary.”
Your face makes a cute little ‘oh’ shape and your manicured hands cover your mouth in surprise. He thinks you look sweet when you’re surprised, and plans to keep surprising you in the future.
“These are also for you” He says, reaching on top of the piano and grabbing a large bouquet of red roses, cliche maybe, but still your absolute favorite. He brings them to you and you grab them with one hand. He takes your other hand and gives it a kiss before resting it back on your lap and nodding towards your parents.
They begin playing that same melody again from the start, and this time Jihoon begins to sing to you. It’s a soft flow of words, wrapping around your heart like a hug. You try your best to capture everything he’s saying, but you feel overwhelmed with gratitude that all you really hear is just his voice…words half way registering. You catch the obvious things. The I love you’s and the stay with me’s. The things he finds easier to write in a song than to say out loud.
At least for everyone else. You’ve always found him better at speaking his feelings than many people would say. His other group members often grumble and complain when they hear him say “I love you” because he apparently doesn’t voice it to them as often. You usually stick your tongue out and rub it in a little bit.
Jokes aside though, you really are grateful to be that one person for him. The one person he can express himself to, both in song and on a regular day. At the dinner table, in bed, walking along the river at night. He’s always made sure you know how he feels.
His song reminds you of all the times he’s sung you a lullaby when your insomnia is keeping you awake at night, voice soothing and sweet like honey. He sings about wanting to share you with the world, and you blush at the thought. Boy do you wish that too. You wish you could post a picture of him online, wish his management company would allow you to be seen together in public. You wish everything for your future, and you know it will come one day, just not yet.
As his ballad comes to an end, he approaches you again, and leans over to grab something out of the drawer on the side table.
His eyes well with tears as he sings the last line of his song “You’ll always be my everything, so will you marry me?”
He kneels down and opens up a ring box. It’s beautiful, shining with a gold band and a diamond in the middle. It’s exactly what you’ve always imagined your wedding ring would look like, just like everything in his life, he chose this perfectly.
“Jihoon” you gasp, covering your mouth again with your free hand and setting the flowers behind you on the chair. You feel your own tears welling in your eyes as you shake your head uncontrollably up and down. You think you said “yes” but it also might have just been a muttered jumble of letters. You hold out your shaking hand for your fiancé to put your ring on, and he does, linking your fingers and standing up.
He pulls you up from the chair and you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a long and love-filled kiss. “Yes, yes, yes” you mumble in between kisses, and eventually you pull away and give him a hug. You curl into his chest and he rests his chin on your head, smiling like an idiot towards the wall.
“Congratulations!” Your mom finally breaks you out of your daze, and you look up to see both of your parents holding a cake saying “Mrs. Lee to be.” on it. You smile and walk over to give them both a hug.
You spend the rest of the evening celebrating your engagement. You share the cake and discover that Jihoon never planned on having a quiet night in with your parents. He’s been talking marriage and proposal details with them for two months now, and tonight he brought them to dinner as a thank you for all of their help. You blush at the realization that he’s been talking with your family about having a future with you for such a long time. You’re happy to feel so much support and warmth from your family.
You FaceTime call the other Seventeen members, and they wish you well. It’s Dokyeom who spills the fact that “Jihoon Hyung has been such a stress case lately, glad he’s finally gotten a yes out of you so he can calm down.”
You giggle and reassure him that it would have been a yes from the start, you would never in a million years want anyone other than him to be your husband.
And so he will be.
#svt fluff#seventeen smut#woozi#svt x reader#seventeen x reader#svt#seventeen#woozi smut#woozi scenarios#woozi x reader#woozi fluff#so fluffy#semi public sex
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drarry - fake dating - muggle au
“Repeat what I just said back to me,” Draco instructed.
"Narcissa is your mother. I need to be polite, but not overly so because she can detect insincerity. Lucius is your father and is to be ignored at all costs. Ted is your uncle and a sworn enemy of your father, so they won't interact much, meaning he'll probably sit next to me at the table. Andromeda, the cool aunt, is sharp and may catch on to our act. Dora, the cousin, is laid-back and won't mention anything if they notice something is off. And then, of course, there's the forbidden aunt, Bellatrix. No mentions whatsoever. By the way, why bring up someone we're not allowed to talk about? I wouldn't have mentioned someone I didn't even know existed," Harry recited, kicking his feet up onto the immaculately clean dashboard of Draco’s obscenely expensive car.
Draco swatted at Harry's legs, admonishing, "That's dangerous, Potter. Ever heard of airbags?" as he navigated the sleek car through the winding, frosty country roads.
Rolling his eyes, Harry had a quip ready, but Draco continued his lecture before he could respond, "I told you about Bellatrix because forewarned is forearmed, Potter. It's better you know exactly what not to say instead of asking some insipid question like 'Do you have any other siblings?'" Draco explained, glancing briefly at Harry before returning to the road.
Harry leaned back in his seat, a smirk playing on his lips. "Harry."
Draco shot him a sidelong glance. "What?"
"Harry. You need to call me Harry, not Potter. I am your boyfriend, after all."
“Must I?”
Harry chuckled, “Well if you want this charade to be even the slightest bit convincing, you’ll have to make an effort. Wouldn’t want your family thinking we’re not madly in love, now would we?”
“Madly in love? Let’s not get carried away. Tolerably in a relationship is already pushing it,” Draco’s glare was piercing.
Harry grinned at the sharpness in Draco's words, the rigid posture he maintained, hands perfectly placed at 10 and 2 on the wheel. Pretending to be in love with the arrogant bloke would be a breeze, Harry thought; his real challenge was acting like he wasn't most days.
"So, does that mean open-mouthed kissing is off the table in front of your parents?" Harry asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
"I can't believe I agreed to this," Draco muttered, taking a sharp left turn.
Harry instinctively grabbed the handle, suppressing a grin. "Agreed? Malfoy, you practically begged me in the locker rooms to do this."
"Begged? I did no such thing. It was merely a mutually beneficial arrangement."
Harry raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "Mutually beneficial? So, what's the benefit for me, exactly?"
Draco scoffed. "The pleasure of my exquisite company, obviously."
Harry laughed, shaking his head. “You are insufferable, you know that?”
Draco ignored his insult, opting instead to reach for the dial to turn the music up a bit louder. 'It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas' filled the car with a sweet, smooth voice and tinkling bells. Harry turned to rest his head against the cool glass of the car window, taking a moment to enjoy the views.
The road was narrow, and every visible surface was coated in fresh white snow. Tree branches bent under the weight, and small bits of flurry fell from the sky. In the distance, cottages with windows aglow and smoke puffing from their chimneys added to the picturesque scene.
It was a pleasant surprise, spending time with Malfoy like this. Three years into playing on their university football team together, this was the first time they had spent any time alone, just the two of them, not surrounded by their teammates, coaches, and friends.
“How did your parents take it when you told them?” Harry asked.
“Told them what?”
“That you’re gay.” Harry chuckled, “I always wonder how my parents would have reacted, you know? Like if they were still here.”
“Potter, are you dense? This is me telling them.”
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Hello💜 I know I basically just put in a request BUT I had this in mind for long and I just saw that you're doing AU's, soooo...
It takes place in Sonic Prime, it's just a bit different. First difference is that there are multiple universes (I'm counting the whole world from Sonic Prime as only one of them) snd every one of them has a crystal and it's handler. The crystals of different universes can do different things, but basically, the more complexed the world, the more powerful the crystal. It's handler has to protect it and can also make use of more of it's power then others who want to try it (like Nine or C.C.).
The handler of the Prime universe was Shadow and the handler of the "Earth" universe is the reader. They kind of met when one of them was exploring the others universe and became friends.
Because Shadow managed to lose the crystal (I don't remember it's name) and the Chaos Emerald, he wasn't really able to contact the reader in anyway.
The fight also went a bit different - Nine was too late to realised that what he was doing was wrong, just as the last of their universe was about to shatter, so Shadow used that crystal and managed to transport everyone to reader's house, sadly losing his and his friends universe at the end.
So the main story starts when reader was basically chilling in their house (it's far from others and quite big, so there won't be any issue with that), when suddenly everyone from that battlefield teleported there. Shadow introduces them and asks for reader's help in giving them a new home
Hope you understood it, I can't wait to see you make it😁 Love ya🥰
“No Way Back…”
Pairing: Shadow the Hedgehog x Human Reader
AU: “Keepers of the Crystals”
Requested: Yes (by @grapegirlpoland ).
Description: Well. You definitely didn’t expect to become the keeper of a bunch of Mobians. But life is just the strangest thing ever, isn’t it?
Notes: My first AU request!!! I really hope I do this one well! Hope you enjoy! ^^
(Reader will be gender-neutral.)
(Not proof-read/beta-read.)
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Something was wrong.
You could just feel it.
Your danger sense was just telling you that something was about to happen.
So you set your book down and rushed outside from your house (which was in the middle of nowhere, and for good reason).
Before you can do so much as blink, a bunch of mobians are in front of your house, along with five strange-looking humans.
In the middle of them all is one you recognize, that being a very exhausted Shadow, who was the guardian of the Paradox Prism.
You only knew him because you had visited his world before a few times, but you had visited less and less due to you having to guard the Earth’s special crystal, known as the Earthly Emerald.
“Shadow! What the heck happened?!” you ask, rushing over to him.
He lets out a few sharp exhales, out of breath.
“I’m sorry,” he mutters out after he catches his breath. “I couldn’t protect the Prism. It…It’s been destroyed.”
“That explains all of the mobians on my doorstep…” you mutter.
“I’m sorry. I thought your place was the safest bet for where we could stay,” Shadow says.
You let out a sigh.
“You all can stay. But I’m in charge,” you say. “No fighting, no leaving the house, and no murder. And don’t touch the Earthly Emerald. I will know if you’ve gone near it.”
“Thank you, [Name],” Shadow says.
“I’m not sharing a room with any of you,” one of the two-tailed foxes states.
“That’s fine, I’ll just set up room preparations…” you mutter. “You, Shadow, are lucky I have a big house in the middle of nowhere, and that I like you.”
“Ooooh, Shads is in lo-ove!~” Sonic teases.
Shadow lets out a yell and jumps onto Sonic, who screams, a cloud of smoke appearing around the two as they fight, causing you to facepalm.
You go to the side of your house and turn on your hose, spraying the two hedgehogs, getting them to stop fighting.
This was going to take a lot of getting used to.
But you would manage.
#sonic the hedgehog#sth#sonic fanfiction#sonic prime#shadow the hedgehog#x reader#sonic characters x reader#sonic character x reader#sonic oneshot#sonic oneshots#shadow the hedgehog x reader#shadow x reader#oneshot#requested oneshot#requested#etc#insert tag here#tosffw writes
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i fall in love easily. be it your pretty bright eyes or your dark mysterious character, i find myself being drawn to you every single time. you mostly seem to hate me at our first encounter. whether i accidentally bumped into you or spilled coffee all over your shirt, we always seem to lock eyes even if it's for a second too long. yes it's our first time meeting but deep down the connection screams fate, like we've met multiple times before. something deep down tells me we've been in the same place at the same time more than once. but we don't know that right now. we're focused on each other's eyes. the next few meetings are what some call coincidences. we so happen to be in the same friend group, someone you know knows someone i know. or the same workspace, you so happen to be my boss, and right then and there we're sure the universe has something to do with this. then we strangely get to know each other's habits, like how i saved you one time since you're still dealing with the trauma, or how you found out i'm claustrophobic and calmed me down in the elevator when i was panicking and literally about to die. our lives are woven into each other, like how our hands tend to touch sometimes. the spark causes us to stare deeply at each other, deep down we know there's something, but we always need that extra push. your ex-girlfriend maybe, or how your best friend spends way too much time with me. then of course you get drunk or, into fights, but you always find your way home to me. and just like that i'm yours and you're mine. but your parents don't approve of course, you're meant to be with someone else. the waves and wind crash against each other and the storms become unbearable. we take a little break but we both know we can't live without each other, so you pull out the l-card and all of a sudden we're conquering the world. love wins all. would it be too much if i got into an accident, lost my memory maybe. but the end of the story is you and me loving each other, holding on to the memories we have, and cherishing those to come. look at me and understand....i spend too much time imagining what it would be like if you existed.
#mental health#mental health awareness#spilled ink#spilled thoughts#art#poetry#bookish#prose poetry#prose#literature#artists on tumblr#writers of tumblr#poets on tumblr#love#love story#love quotes#writers on tumblr
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that type of person who you think you'd be friends with in every universe - expressed through jim & corey - id/transcript in alt text
so this is a kind of not-so-surprise for my friend @sinclarsupremacy , bc they were the first person i showed this two and was on the phone with me the whole time while i made it. didn't give a single thing away until everything was scanned and done. five dead pens and one reliable sharpie later, i show him this. wanted to get used to drawing the slipsour guyz more but also wanted to articulate something i have troubles saying to important people. this is kind of an ode to all my close friends ive made who i definitely wouldve hung around some graveyards with, and an ode to some bands i didnt know id like as much as i do 🫶
#corey taylor#jim root#also based on that one jim page where they called him the 'group ghoul' and talked about how hed get nightmares#of a flaming head telling him he was gonna burn in hell#ill tell you one thing. having dorks like nate in my life wouldve saved ME some melodrama#however i am always melodramatic (eg: this very post) so maybe it just wouldve made things melodramatic-er#slipknot#stone sour#<- again purely organizational i dont wanna step on anyones toes#artings#nate tag#dunno if i should tag this as#rpf#but considering this is a story ive growth'd from my dome. fictional retellings of irl doofuses & whatnot. whateva#prolly gonna go on a sideblog soon. you know how it goes#also im sorry jimberly i made you have the silhouette of a yugioh character#if this is rpf in the traditional sense call it the au where jim and corey are able to shoot the breeze like this#in a way that isnt insanely passive aggressive or terribly jokey or downright explosive. yknow how they be#drinking game: take a shot each time jim says yknow or coreys fucking HAT deteriorates in quality#tell your friends that you would be friends in every universe
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worst trope is found family separating as soon as the antagonist is dealt with.
#yes this is about voltron and it's also about guardians of the galaxy#what james gunn did to gamora in GOTG3 is criminal#i understand why they did it but to end with her GOING BACK TO THE RAVAGERS?#fail end.#seriously#and it doesnt even make sense bc ofc the high evolutionary isnt going to be the last problem they would deal with#in just a few years they encountered 5 people trying to destroy the universe and who were incredibly difficult foes#youre finna tell me there will never be a situation like that for the rest of their lives?#gtfo#and mantis' end was dumb too not even sorry#i can tolerate drax and nebula's ends.#but everyone else?#stupid#even peter's ending was fucking moronic. bro can pop in on the weekends he doesnt need to be a live in nurse for his grandpa#it's just such a major letdown and sucks everytime a director/author decides to split up the found family permanently#at least with voltron you can rationalize it by saying 'oh they never really wouldve hung out with eachother if they werent forced to for#voltron and werent forced to fight a war together.' and i can see it bc none of them DO hang out together before voltron#they barely even hang out AFTER they become voltron#keith and shiro hang out bc of the adoption/fostering/mentoring thing. lance and hunk MIGHT hang out bc they were already teammates#it's important to note that we never really see hunk and lance being bffs. theyre just friendly to eachother.#this becomes even more apparent once hunk and pidge actually become friends. it's very obvious hunk was just being friendly to lance.#just friendly.#(take this with a grain of salt bc ive only watched the whole series one time. i refuse to acknowledge anything after se 2.)#so yeah it does make more sense theyd all go their own ways but not even the small friend groups stay together at the end!#pidge and hunk are in completely different galaxies from eachother. same with keith and shiro#lance is isolated from all of them bc post se 3 writing team genuinely hated him and failed him as a character.#but GOTG3? they CHOSE to band together time and time again. they CHOSE to be a team. they CHOSE to be family#for every single one of them to say 'nah fuck that i want to be on my own bc uhhh reasons!' is a lame ending.#period.#gotg3
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Me through most of Boom: Wow, this is a really solid dramatic episode.
Me when Moffat needlessly sprinkles in anti-faith sentiments without specifying that it’s blind faith in bad things that the Doctor doesn’t like, which makes it come off like the Doctor is just against religion generally:
#doctor who#dw critical#spoilers#dw spoilers#i get it edgelord you don’t care for religion. you don’t have to alienate religious members of the audience.#i at least appreciated that the doctor agreed with splice that gone and dead are different things and told her to keep the faith#but like. he immediately thereafter still tells mundy that he doesn’t like faith and spent the whole episode disparaging it.#which just feels so wrong for a show that’s supposed to be open minded about the beliefs and cultures all across the universe#i hate when writers gratuitously make the doctor take a hard and broad stance on something that he would NOT#reminds me of s8 when twelve suddenly hated all soldiers#as if some of his closest friends haven’t been soldiers? brigadier? benton and yates? sara?#big difference between corrupt military and literally every soldier#the same way there is a big difference between a corrupt religious organization or individuals who use religion as an excuse for cruelty#and like. ALL faith and the idea of having a faith that you live by whatsoever.#just because his comments were aimed at something corrupt doesn’t mean they weren’t WAY too sweeping as if he meant it on the whole#i definitely enjoyed the bulk of the episode but that just felt like it was done in bad faith and made me uncomfortable#and i just read moffat’s comment on the thoughts and prayers thing and UGH#i get why there are circumstances in which that can feel hollow — usually if it’s coming from a corporation that could actually do somethin#but can we not villainize all the normal people who genuinely mean that with love?#people who often CAN’T do anything but say prayers for you?#that IS a legitimate response and a legitimate action#someone can’t physically aid you but cares to take the time to talk to the God of the universe about you and your need and plead for you#don’t tell me that isn’t love or that it’s not really doing anything#sometimes that’s all you CAN do and it’s more than people give it credit for#blatant disregard and willful misunderstanding of faith like this just rub me wrong#it’s painting with a broad brush and it’s close minded#and yes i’m gonna post this. i’m feeling controversial.#my love/aggravation relationship with moffat continues#in the wise words of kira nerys. if you don’t have faith you can’t understand it and if you do then no explanation is necessary.
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okay maybe I should seriously reconsider my path in life and sell my soul to marketing or journalism instead
#okay venting in the tags you are very welcome to ignore or not respond to it i just need to yell somewhere#i always thought id be an art therapist because well i care about people and want to help them and love art#but everyday i wake up feeling like a fraud and an imposter so like. should i really be doing all that when im not entirely#certain i cpuld handle it??? like i know i haven't gotten the meaty bit of the education towards that yet but like#university costs a disgusting amount of money here and if i pick the wronf thing im likely doomed forever thanks to awful government#i know things could get better like they did after thatcher but honestly im not putting any bets on it considering how the current labour#party is so like if i fuck up here im basically dead#also can i actually do art uni. like could i cope with that. im deeply unethused with art at the moment and honestly will i evwr be#idk#it was jusr a thing i always did but education around it is fucking soul sucking#also the emotional weight of hearing and solving people's problems as a therapist. i would consider myself quite empathetic for the most#part i feel other people's pain quite strongly and obviously as a therapist id be feeling that quite a bit so could i actually cope with it?#ik therapists have therapists but still#i mean im doing work experience at an occupational therapy place so ill just be extra inquisitive about it all to make sure im going#the way i wanna#I'll be fine by the end of a levels ill probably understand what i want in life#if not then gap year to work it out#should probably look at unis for english language too then#sigh#ucas website i may as well marry you#ill be okay im getting in my head about stuff im actually pretty good at art even if there are things i can improve on (like patience lol)#yeah maybe the voice telling me i suck doesnt know shit and should shut up#yeah#shut it nasty voice you're wrong actually!!! im doing just fine and you're being overly critical#they should make a brain that's your friend and not mush that hides the amalgamation of every bad thing ever in its crevices#crevices shoyild be filled with kindness and love.#sex jokes about that#why the fuck is yahoo mail syncing i dont use you you washed up search engine#bue waffling#vent post
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call me crazy but I don’t hate the umbrella academy season 4
#spoilers in the tags#like idk#Lila and five was weird but I could totally see 5 finally finding a partner and latching on too tightly#it didn’t have to be Lila ffs#but I don’t think it breaks his character to not tell Lila about the way home immediately#this is a 62 year old man#who spent a majority of that time alone in an apocalyptic wasteland#with an unhealthy attachment to a mannequin#and that’s not to belittle his relationship with Delores#my atl poster is one of my closest friends to this day#it is VERY easy to build an attachment like that to an inanimate object when you’re that lonely#now imagine five finally has a chance to settle down after 62 fucking years of constantly running and chasing a way to save the world#and the universe basically gave him a second chance to actually live#to be in love and be loved#in a timeline where there is peace#it is entirely human to want to hold on to that for as long as possible#regardless of what you miss because of it#‘they broke 5’s character’ is the weirdest take for me#because finding a way to regain control over your never ending eternal nightmare of a life#is one of the most human responses to trauma I have ever seen portrayed#it did NOT have to be Lila#and I will be forever mad that they paired him with Lila#but Five is not any less himself at the end of the series as he was at the start#he got to experience something a vast majority of the other fives never would#and that’s what makes him OUR FIVE#if our Five hadn’t had that moment of peace he’d have continued the same cycle of every other alternate five trying to fix the timeline#the umbrella academy spoilers#tua spoilers#tua season 4
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boyfriend!toji who doesn’t know why but he feels this weird jealousy everytime he sees you meet your friends and greet them all with a big hug. you never did that with him. you relationship was still fairly new to the both of you, but you kissed you fucked you even held hands sometimes when walking around. but, what toji was now realizing, was that he wanted a hug. well, he wanted a hug from You. not a casual little hug, a hug. holding each other. he didn’t know how to broach the subject without sounding needy and like the complete opposite of how he usually acts. he had never cared about this kinda stuff with other people, he’d never experienced it growing up and he thought he could live without it. until you. until you showed him that wanting to be held was normal. he’d been thinking about it for a while until one night, as the two of you got ready for bed it simply slipped out.
‘how come you don’t hug me?’
immediately you stopped plaiting your hair and turned to him with a shocked look.
‘what?’
‘how come you don’t hug me? like when you see your friends or you say bye you hug them. you don’t hug me.’
as soon as he said it he felt stupid. a grown man like him, older than you and he was sat here asking for a fucking hug. what if you turned the question around and said ‘well you don’t hug me’ what would he say? that i’ve never done that before sorry i don’t know how? his thoughts came to a stop when he felt a small hand grab his own larger one.
‘i- toji im so sorry. i’m sorry i didn’t think that was something you wanted.’
fuck now he’s made you feel bad.
‘nah doll you don’t have to say sorry, its nothing let’s just go to bed’
‘no toji please. let’s talk about it.’
you lifted the blanket and made your way over to his side of the bed so you could sit face to face. everything about you was so soft, so kind. such a complete contrast to himself. he was panicking, he didn’t do stuff like this, never talked about stuff like this.
‘honestly toji, i really just thought you weren’t a touchy person. i’m sorry for just assuming especially considering everything you’ve been through,’
‘no please doll. i wasn’t trying to blame you for anything. i just’
his palms were actually sweating, but your face. god your darling sweet face, looking at him like he hung up the stars in sky. like every word out of his mouth meant the world to you. you would wait for him to get the words out no matter how long he took.
‘i don’t know to be honest. you’re right i’m not a touchy person i’ve never really hugged anyone. but i want that. with you. and im sorry, i should be the one to initiate it i just didn’t really know how doll.’ his voice was so quiet, just a rough whisper.
he looked up to stare into your glassy eyes when you leaned in and kissed him. a small whisper of a kiss.
‘can i hug you?’ you said with your lips pressed against his.
he knew you knew he would prefer not to dwell on it.
and then he wrapped his arms around your back so tightly like he was showing the universe just how bad he needed you. he pulled you into his lap and let his cheek fall to your shoulder. he felt your arms wrap around his neck and you fingers stroking the hairs at his nape.
neither of you spoke, you simply sat and held each other and made a silent promise to maintain the closeness from today onwards.
‘thank you for telling me toji. you big baby.’
‘yeah that’s enough. time for bed.’
your giggle was music to his ears.
#toji x reader#incredibly sad#soft toji save me#jjk x you#jjk toji#toji fluff#jjk fluff#jjk#toji headcanons#toji x you#toji x y/n#jujutsu kaisen toji#toji zenin#jjk headcanons#jjk drabbles#jjk fic rec#jjk fic#jjk x reader#jjk fanfic#fluff#jujutsu kaisen#jjk smut#jjk angst#toji angst#hurt/comfort#toji comfort#jujutsu toji#angst with a happy ending
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Giving the nerd a chance
tags: nerd!nanami/fem!reader, college!au, stsg, nsfw, dirty talk, asphyxiation, size kink, mdni!!
a/n: this one’s a long one :) pace yourself and enjoy!
Kento Nanami is a social enigma. He is a total outlier but in the weirdest way possible.
This man is conventionally attractive. Some would even go as far to say Nanami’s handsome, almost in a filthy way. His looks are sneaky too. He’s not someone you’d immediately notice in a room, but once you did…
You would notice his sculpted jaw line first. Then, his naturally high cheekbones that gave way to his soft hazel eyes. He had a serious look on his face always, but his eyes told a different story. Maybe you’d notice his blonde hair that sat neatly on his head, styled with an undercut. Yeah, Nanami was fucking hot.
But that’s not the weird part. No, you haven’t heard him utter a single word except to answer the professor’s unanswered questions once the silence was unbearable.
That’s not exactly weird either. There are tons of people who go through college without the intention of making friends… but Nanami has friends. He doesn’t just have like one friend. No, he’s apart of a friend group.
The weirdest part was he seemed to be close with the most popular guy in your university, star quarterback Satoru Gojo. Gojo was seemingly every college girl’s wet dream. He’s the type to stand out in a room. His looks and personality demand attention.
He’s the complete opposite from Nanami.
Then, there was Suguru Geto… Geto was also a strange friend for Nanami to have. Geto was smart, funny, and well-mannered… when he was in class. But you’ve seen how Geto acts at parties. He smokes cigarettes, shotguns whiskey, and keeps up with all of Gojo’s antics. Shoko was the exact same way, except she didn’t care enough to keep up with Gojo’s buffoonery.
They were the complete opposite from Nanami as well.
Yu Haibara was a cutie patootie. He’s also a sweet social butterfly. Another one of Nanami’s friends that just didn’t seem to be his type.
You caught yourself staring at the friend group as you’re sitting on a couch at a frat house. Your college team just won the game, so Satoru had invited a whole slew of people over. You somehow made it on that list. Your friend, Utahime, is begging you to leave, but something is telling you to stay.
“Go on without me, Uta. I’ll be fine, promise.” You say over the music as you flash her a small smile to assure her.
“I really, really, really don’t want to leave you here alone, yn. I don’t want you to end up on the front page of the news.”
“Don’t wish that shit upon me.” You laugh as you gently nudge her arm, urging her towards the door.
“I’m serious, yn. Please text me. If you’re not back in the dorm by midnight, I’m calling the cops.” She says as she grabs your shoulders, forcing you to face her directly.
You admire your friend’s caring demeanor, but she was being a total cock block for you right now.
“I will text you. I promise.” You assure her once again. “Go back to the dorm. Love you.”
She sighs deeply as she lets you go. She’s still not comfortable with the idea of leaving you here, but she can’t force you to leave. “Love you too. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
“Oh, that’s all I’m gonna do.” You smirk as she flips you off and leaves the frat house.
You take a drink from your red solo cup to gather your nerves. Nanami has been sitting in the corner of the kitchen all night. He’s alone, but he doesn’t look lonely. Sometimes, Satoru will drunkenly slouch his weight onto the blonde and slur something inaudible to him. From what you can see, Nanami just rolls his eyes and shrugs his friend off his shoulders.
You want to approach him, but you’re still too afraid he won’t talk to you. As you sit down your cup, an intoxicated Satoru is standing over you.
“I’m sorry- I don’t remember your name.” He gives you a slanted smile as he crouches down a bit so you two are face-to-face.
“That’s okay. I don’t remember yours either.” You snip back with a small grin. Something sparkles in his eyes as you give him a little bit of a challenge. He finds it to be endearing.
“Cheeky. Give me your number.” He demands, keeping his smirk on his face.
“Why should I give it to you?”
“Because it’s not for me.” He slurs as he leans in close to you. He nods his head towards the kitchen. “I’m doing this for my pussy friend over there.”
Your eyes dart towards Nanami. His eyes are glaring holes into Satoru with more anger and emotion than you’ve ever seen from him. Your stomach swirls with butterflies.
“That is a really good reason.” You murmur as you quickly type your number into Satoru’s phone.
*** *** ***
It had been days since the frat party and not a single word from Nanami. Your excitement had honestly fizzled out into sulking. Were you not good enough for him? Did Satoru lie? Was it all a sick prank?
Not even Utahime could get you in a good mood.
“Yn. This is so ridiculous. If you like him that much, just go up and talk to him.” She chides
“Noooo.” You groan into your pillow as you turn onto your stomach in your bed. “He’s too cool. Out of my league.”
“Are you sure we’re talking about the same Kento Nanami? The nerd who barely ever talks? The know-it-all in class?”
“Utahimeee.”
“You’re embarrassing yourself.”
“Let me wallow in my self pity.” You gripe before you hear your phone buzz. The sound of your phone notifying you doesn’t even excite you anymore. It’s always some lame ass notification.
Unknown Number: Is this yn?
Your eyes widen as you stare at your phone in disbelief. Your body involuntarily sits up in bed, startling Utahime.
“Jesus Christ. What? What happened?”
“He texted me!” You beam proudly. You are embarrassing. Utahime scoffs and walks away from you, unable to take the second-hand embarrassment.
Yn: Yeah, that’s me :)
Unknown Number: This is Kento Nanami. I’m sorry Gojo felt the need to disturb you at the party. 
Yn: No need! He didn’t disturb me too much.
Nanami: That’s good to hear.
God. Now, what do you say? Of course Nanami is a dry texter. You stare at the text conversation for a while, trying to think of something.. anything to break the ice.
Yn: Did you ask him to get my number, or did he do that on his own volition?
Nanami: Gojo does things on his own volition.
Yn: Ah.. I see.
He left you on read.
Goddammit.
You had your chance, and now, you blew it. Sighing, you lock your phone and try to forget he even ever texted you in the first place.
*** *** ***
I mean, who even needs Nanami? He’s really not even that handsome or mysterious. You keep telling yourself as you get ready to go to another party Gojo invited you too.
Oh, also, Gojo kept your number for himself as well. He mostly asked to copy your notes when Nanami refused to let him copy his notes. He would also send the occasional invitation to one of his signature parties.
This one was apparently labeled as “exclusive”. You had no idea what that meant, but you weren’t allowed to bring a plus-one this time.
Luckily for you, Utahime was visiting back home for the weekend, so she couldn’t scold you for going out to another party this weekend.
Black eyeliner was smeared across your waterline, and you puckered your lips as you carefully applied some sheer gloss. You decided to be casual with your outfit, wearing a basic off-shoulder black top with some jeans.
As soon as you got to the frat house, you quickly understood what “exclusive” meant. It was only their closest friends in the house. Satoru and Haibara were on the couch, lounging. Suguru and Shoko were sitting by the window, sharing a cigarette. Nanami was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, looking as stoic as ever. Immediately, you were grateful for going with a more casual look.
“Yn! So glad you made it!” Satoru grinned in a more sober voice than the last time you spoke with him.
“Am I imposing on something?” You ask as you close the door.
“Of course not, silly. I sent you an invite for a reason.” Satoru says casually as he pats the spot between him and Haibara on the couch. “Come have a seat. Get comfortable. We’re just hanging out tonight.”
You stare at the seat between Gojo and Haibara, and you decide to sit in the open chair next to them instead.
“Afraid that we might bite?” Gojo grins as he leans over the arm of the chair towards you.
“Stop it, Satoru. You’re going to scare her away.” Shoko scolds before taking a drag off her cigarette.
Your phone gently buzzes in your pocket as Satoru and Shoko begin to bicker about his social skills. You sneakily check your phone.
Nanami: You look pretty tonight.
OH. We are so back, baby.
Yn: Thank you :) You look as handsome as ever.
Nanami: Oh yeah?
It is so small and insignificant, but that little “oh yeah?” makes your stomach flutter with excitement.
“Yn?” You snap your attention up to Shoko and realize she has been trying to talk to you.
“Shit- sorry. What’s up?”
Your phone lightly buzzes again, and you quickly glance down to check.
Nanami: You’re blushing.
“I was asking what your major is.” Shoko smiles calmly as she’s sat upon the windowsill. She flicks her cigarette outside before blowing out a cloud of smoke. You try to ignore how your heart is skipping beats right now.
“Oh, I’m just in general studies right now. I’m kind of indecisive. What about you?”
“I’m pre-med right now.” Shoko answers.
“I thought you swapped to nursing.” Haibara asks as he shifts his body to face her. The two start conversing together, giving you a chance to check your phone.
Nanami: Are you ill, or do my words just affect you that much?
Yn: I’m actually ill.
Nanami: You’re also apparently a liar, sweetheart.
How the fuck was this man so bold over text, but wouldn’t speak to hardly anyone in person?
Yn: Sweetheart? I didn’t know we were on that sort of level yet.
Nanami: Does that make you uncomfortable?
Yn: No
Nanami: Good. Then don’t complain.
The throb your cunt just did should’ve been illegal. There was no reason for you to be so turned on by that, but you were.
Yn: What would you have done had I said that it did make me uncomfortable?
Nanami: I would’ve found you a nickname you were more comfortable with.
He was being sweet, and you were over there clenching around nothing like a whore.
You had been so caught up in your phone that you didn’t realize Yu had went and gotten everyone a beer out of the fridge. You decide to risk a glance at Nanami. He looked calm and composed. You wondered if he even knew the effect he had on you truly.
“Shoko, when are you finally going to get some bitches?” Satoru asks with a laugh. Your eyes widen as you notice Suguru is on his lap now. You had really been so distracted by your phone…
“At this rate, I think Nanami will beat me.” Shoko laughed as she took a drink of her beer. You shift slightly in your seat as Shoko cuts her eyes towards you with a small grin.
Nanami: I will
Yn: Will what?
Nanami: I will beat her.
Yn: Confident or competitive?
Nanami: Both.
Yn: You didn’t strike me as the type.
Nanami: You don’t think I can do it?
Yn: I never said that.
Nanami lays his phone on his lap, and you can feel his eyes trailing up and down your body. Feeling your heart skip a beat, you decide to look up at him. Your breath hitches in your throat as you glance over him. He looks relaxed. His head is propped up in his hand, and he’s almost giving you a lazy smile.
Knowing more about Nanami, you recognize it as a cocky smile now.
The rest of the “party” goes without a hitch. You decided it was time to leave once Suguru and Satoru were obnoxiously making out, Shoko was asleep on the floor, and Haibara wouldn’t shut the fuck up about the intricacies of anime.
“I’m gonna head back to my dorm now. Thanks for inviting me.” You say quickly as you stand from your seat.
“Hey yn-!” Satoru says as he tugs from Suguru’s lips. The dark-haired male made quick work of moving down to his neck. “Thanks for coming. You should come out here more often.”
“Oh um, I’ll think about it.” You smile politely as you head out the front door. The cold night air nips at your skin. The only light was from the moon high up in the sky. The dorms were a few blocks away.
You never like walking alone at night, but you try to remember that college campuses have security patrolling at all times. Taking a deep shaky breath, you step off the porch.
The sound of the door closing again immediately startles you. You quickly flinch and look towards the frat house. Nanami was calming walking up to you.
“Let me walk you back.” His voice was calm and steady, just like his presence. He really wasn’t phased at all by your subtle flirting earlier?
“Thanks.. I was actually kinda scared.” You mumble as you two walk side by side on the pavement. Your arms hug your body, trying to hide from the snippy air.
“Why didn’t you ask one of us to walk you home then?” Nanami asks as he slips his coat off from his shoulders. He then loosely drapes it over your shoulders. You feel your heart skip a beat as you mumble a quick thanks. Your body snuggled into his coat as it swallowed your frame whole. It was the first time you realized… Nanami is a big man. He’s not just some scrawny nerd. He’s actually pretty well built.
“I didn’t want to be a bother.” You answer quietly, noticing how Nanami shoves his hands into his pockets while you two walk.
“That’s foolish. We invited you. The least we could do is make sure you make it home safely.”
“We?”
Nanami goes silent, and he looks away from your shorter self. The wind blows harshly, making the leaves crinkle and hiss on the trees.
“Yes, we.” He finally answers your question. You smile softly as you look down towards the ground. It seems like Satoru wasn’t the only one who wanted you around.
Standing in front of your dorm door, you slowly slip the coat off from around your shoulders and try to hand it back to him. “I don’t want it.” He answers calmly, making no effort to take the jacket back from you.
“It’s yours, silly.”
“And?”
“Take it.” You gestured the coat to him once more
“No, I want you to have it.” He says as he towers over you. You subconsciously take a step back to create space, and your back hits the door. He leans over you, having to angle his back to see eye-to-eye with you. You can feel his warm breath ghosting over your cheek as he cocks his head towards your ear and neck. “Text me.” He murmurs lowly before pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.
You were left against your door blushing madly as he casually sauntered away.
*** *** ***
You almost think you dreamt that kiss up come Monday morning. You hadn’t texted him all weekend, not even knowing what to say. You felt scared about messing things up and taking his advances the wrong way. He hadn’t reached out to you either.
You were sitting in Neurology, half-ass paying attention as the professor lectured about neuron pruning. Nanami sat a few rows over. He always appeared to he intently listening when you glance over at him. You perk up as you feel your phone buzz on your thigh.
Nanami: You’re not going to do well if you don’t pay attention.
Yn: I could say the same for you.
Nanami: Could you?
Yn: …. point taken
Nanami: You know, you could’ve at least texted me if you didn’t like the kiss.
Yn: Who said I didn’t?
Nanami: So, you disobey my request for fun?
Yn: Disobey is such a strong word. You told me to text you, and I just.. haven’t yet.
Nanami: We’ll come back to the disobedience topic. Why haven’t you texted me “yet”?
Yn: Nervous.
Nanami: You’re adorable. What’s there to be nervous about?
“Can anyone name an example of synaptic pruning?” The professor’s sudden loud voice catches you off guard. You hadn’t been paying attention at all, and you feel your heart start to race at the thought of being randomly called upon.
“Anyone?” The professor asks once again. “Yn-“ She almost says your first name before Nanami interrupts.
“Crown thinning.” He answers the question, saving you from total embarrassment.
“Very good. Thank you, Kento.” The professor praises as she turns back around to start lecturing from the powerpoint again.
Yn: You totally just saved me.
Nanami: Pay better attention.
Yn: Then stop texting me.
Nanami: No.
Nanami: Answer my question. Why were you nervous?
Yn: I just didn’t want to say the wrong things.
Nanami: You’re hopeless.
Yn: You’re starting to sound like Utahime :(
Nanami: Will you coo to me that you love me if I act like her?
You feel your heart start to race as you read his text over and over. He was way more observant than you gave him credit for. You couldn’t even think of a time where you told Uta that you loved her in front of him.
Yn: Is that what you want?
Nanami: That does sound nice. Though, I think I’d rather hear you breathlessly professing your love to me.
oh…
oh.
You sat your phone down. No way were you going to let some simple words over a screen let you get horny in class. You didn’t dare to glance in his direction as you suddenly decided to start paying attention and taking detailed notes on Neurology.
Nanami: You’re blushing again.
Damn him and his observant personality. Damn him and his filthy words that make you squeeze your thighs together to soothe the ache.
Yn: I’m well aware.
Nanami: It’s cute. Makes me want to say more things just to get a reaction out of you.
Yn: Please don’t
Nanami: Why? Scared you might like it?
Nanami: Scared you might like the thought of being beneath me, begging for more?
Jesus. There was no misinterpreting that. You tugged your bottom lip between your teeth as you stared down at your phone, rereading his message over and over. It painted a picture in your brain.
Yn: As if you could make me do that.
Nanami: I can, and I will. Come over tonight.
Yn: To the frat house?
Nanami: No, to my room. I’ll tell Haibara to not come back until late.
Yn: That seems rather rude.
Nanami: It’s far better than the treatment you’ll be receiving later.
Your head feels like it’s spinning as the professor dismisses class. The rest of the day drags by painfully slow as you feel every little heartbeat and flutter in your chest. Nanami talked big game for someone who seemed too shy to really speak to you. It made you feel intrigued. How could he be so confident in his ability to make you beg?
You took your time once you were back at your dorm: going through your everything-shower routine. You wanted to make sure that every inch of you was soft and smooth just in case! It’s not like he’s actually going to make you do anything.
Knocking on his door, you feel your stomach churn with anxiety. You two seemed to be doing better at keeping up a conversation, but you were still deathly afraid of that awkward silence sinking in.
The click of the lock gains your attention, and Nanami opens the door for you. “Come in.” He says flatly, moving out of the way of the door so you can squeeze past him. He’s wearing his usual button-up shirt with black slacks on. How does this man even relax?
Of course his room is completely clean. His bed was even made military style for crying out loud. What the fuck does this man know about making women beg?
“Your room is nice.” You compliment, trying not to sound too awkward.
“It’s a room.” He shrugs nonchalantly before his eyes travel your body.
“How did you tell Haibara not to come home?” You ask, and he gives you a slightly puzzled look.
“I told him the truth.” He says as he loosens his tie from around his neck.
You swallow harshly as you watch his slender fingers pull at the fabric. His jaw is perfectly sculpted along with his neck, and his adams apple bobs as he steps towards you.
“Which is?” You reluctantly ask.
“I told him not to come home unless he planned on watching me fuck a pretty girl to tears.”
Your breath hitches in your throat, and you stare up at him with almost a frightened gaze. His movement feels much more predatory now as if he’s been watching you for a while, sizing you up. He had observed and stood by, waiting for the prime opportunity to pounce.
“What is it? Cat got your tongue?” Nanami asks as he steps forward again. The back of your knees hits his bed, and his smile shifts to a lopsided grin.
“No. I just…” You had no idea what to even say to that! You weren’t use to a man so confidently bolstering about his skills without sounding like a total idiot. Nanami was a rarity. He could talk the talk and walk the walk.
“No. I just..” He mocks you. “You’re awfully nervous for someone I haven’t even touched yet.” His fingers gently caress over your collarbone, before he carefully nudged you back. You tipped over and found yourself sitting on his bed, looking up at him with big round eyes.
“Christ. Have you ever even done this before?” He asks as he leans over you. His hand press down on the mattress at both of your sides, effectively trapping you beneath him.
“Yes!” You exclaim with a huffy attitude that makes him chuckle. “Have you?” You ask, trying to even the score.
“No.” He responds before closing the distance between you two. His lips press against yours and move delicately. Your eyes widen before you realize what was going on, and you slowly melt into the kiss.
Lips smack together as he takes the lead on the kiss. His hands gently cup and caress their way down your body before resting upon your hips. His knee finds it’s way between your thighs, and he applies pressure to your core.
Stifling a small whine, you entangle your fingers through his blonde hair. It’s softer than you imagined it to be. His kisses are growing more and more demanding as he’s pushing you back onto the bed more and more.
He gently bites at your lip, and he applies more pressure with his knee. As soon as you let another another small whimper, he slips his tongue into your mouth.
He’s taking complete and utter advantage over your body while you’re still trying to wrap your head around the fact he said “no”. He’s claiming to have never done this before.
His thumbs dig into your hipbones before he makes you grind against his knee.
“That’s right. Use me.” He purrs lowly, encouraging for you to keep rolling your hips. Once you found a steady rhythm, rubbing yourself against his knee like a desperate slut, he releases your hips and grabs your wrists, pinning you down to the bed.
“Ken..” You gasp out lowly, and he immediately eats up your words, forcing his lips right back upon yours.
The grinding was slowly making you feel all dizzy in the head as you slowly start to mess up your rhythm. He immediately notices your messy state. His hands leave your wrists to grab back ahold of your thighs to make sure you don’t stop. If his slacks weren’t black, he was sure there would be a small damp spot on his leg from your delicious juices.
“Hah~” You gasp as you lean your head back.
“Does that feel good?” He questions lowly before carefully nipping at your neck.
“Yes… Yes, Kento.. more..”
“Oh, what was that, darling? I didn’t hear you.” He taunts as he bites his way down your neck.
“M-more!” You whimper out as you grow impatient.
“So greedy…” He murmurs before his sucks a small hickey on your neck all while he’s still making you grind your pitiful pussy against his thigh. “Beg.”
You feel that defiant nature wanting to kick in. You were needy for him, but you weren’t to the point of begging yet.
“Did you hear me? I said beg.” He demands as he forces you down on his leg harder. Your legs tremble around him as he’s making you rock hack and forth.
“Please-“ You finally choke out against your defiant nature. “I-I.. want more, please… I need you to.. to ruin me.”
“Ruin you, hm?” He asks as his hand carefully trails upwards to your neck. He applies just a bit of pressure. “A pretty girl like you asking for me to ruin her… How could I say no?”
He removes his leg from between your leg, and he quickly replaces it with his hand. His fingers rub firm circles around your clit through the cloth of your leggings. You immediately shudder from the new stimulation. You hold his gaze as he lightly chokes you.
“I think I want to see you come on my fingers first.” He says as he’s quick to shove your leggings and panties down. You gasp quietly as you look down at him. He shuffles himself down between your legs, and he has a determined look on his face. He was set on making you come with his hand.
You push your thighs together with a small whine as he gives your glistening cunt an amorous gaze. Nanami places his hands on both of your knees as he forces your legs back apart. “Now, you know why you came here. What are you running from?”
“I- … You’re looking at me like…” the words ‘like you want to eat me’ die upon your tongue. His aura is just so.. almost intimidating. Not in a scary way, just in a he’s-not-here-to-play way.
“You’re so pretty, but gods, you’re so confusing.” He shakes his head as he carefully drags his tongue up your slippery folds. “Just sit still and let me take care of you, darling.” He mumbles before he laps at your cunt again. He purses his lips and gently sucks on your clit. It almost feels like he’s making out with your pussy.
“Oh.. f-fuck..” You gasp as you lean your head back into his mattress. Your hands fist at the blanket beneath you, ruining his perfectly made bed.
Nanami continues to lick and suck. The sounds in the room were nothing short of erotic. The wet sounds of his lips and tongue smack and almost slurp at you. His hands hold your thighs up, practically wearing them as earmuffs as he eats you like a starved man.
His fingertip gently traced over your opening before he carefully slipped a finger in. He continued to lap at your cunt as his finger pumped in and out and prodded around.
“Oh my-! .. N-Nanami.. ah~” You pant out. In his eyes, your entire body was flushed. You were so subtly grinding yourself against his tongue. In his eyes, you were a goddess in touch with her sexuality and femininity. You just needed a small nudge to get there.
He adds a second finger, and he so carefully curls them upwards to gently press right on the spot that made you see stars.
Your hands abandoned the bed, and you grabbed onto his hair. His hazel eyes flutter up at you, and his glasses were pushed up onto his head.
Your orgasm was building quicker than it ever had before. “Nanami-! fuck, I’m gonna..” You try to warn, but he’s already a step ahead of you. His fingers start pumping a big more aggressively, and he’s pointed with his tongue, focusing all his attention on your clit. His tongue swirls in tight circles around the small bundle of nerves.
Your orgasm washes over you as you clench around his fingers, spasming on his face. He continues to thrust his fingers, letting you ride out your orgasm on his face and hand. Pressing a few more small kisses to your overly sensitive cunt, he slowly pulls away. “Good girl.” He praises lowly.
Your heart is pounding in your chest as you recover from the best orgasm you’ve ever received. Your eyes flutter open weakly to see Nanami ditch his glasses. He uses the back of his hand to wipe his mouth and chin dry.
He then places the fingers he so deliciously used to fuck you into his mouth, and he sucks them clean with a satisfied groan.
“You taste so sweet.” He mumbles as he slowly unbuttons his shirt. It falls to the floor as he starts to unbuckle his belt. You can already feel your arousal building up again as you see the absolute tent in his slacks. Of course the nerd was absolutely hung.
Without another word, his pants and boxers are on the ground. His dick stood hard at attention. It was too heavy to press all the way up towards his stomach. Speaking of stomach, he was absolutely fucking built. He had well-defined solid abs and a broad chest.
You watch carefully as he fists his length a few times. You admire the way the veins bulge from his hands and arms. He wastes no more time: climbing up on top of you. He guides your legs up onto his shoulders, and he leans forward, putting you in a mating press.
His hand suddenly covers your mouth. “Spit.” He orders bluntly.
“W-what-?”
“I didn’t stutter. Spit. Unless you want me to go in dry.”
The thought of that sounded like a nightmare, so you gathered as much saliva into your mouth as you could, and you spat into his hand.
He doesn’t look phased in the slightest as he lubes himself up with your spit. He lets out a soft breath as the wet sounds of him gliding his hand up and down his cock fill the room. He then wipes his hand off on the bed, and he covers your mouth tightly with his hand. “Try not to be too loud, darling. I don’t want anyone to come and bother us.”
He was so fucking confident that he was going to make you noisy. It almost pissed you off, but Nanami was a man of his word.
He aligned himself up with your entrance, and with one deep motion, he buried himself all the way to the hilt. You let out a silent scream into his hand, and your back arches up off the bed. His eyes darken as he lets out a guttural growl.
Your cunt was just too precious to him, squeezing him so perfectly. You were absolutely sopping wet and so goddamn warm. He actually had to bite his tongue to not come prematurely. Once he tasted the hint of metal in his mouth, the urge to finish subsided.
“Shhh, shh. Be a good girl. The pain will subside soon.” He assures you quietly as his hips gently rock back and forth shallowly.
“Mmmnnf~ K-kento!” You moan into his hand. He hates having to muffle your pretty noises, but he really can’t risk getting a noise complaint right now.
“That’s right, darling.. Take it..” His hips start to roll with a bit more conviction. His thrusts are slow but powerful. Each time he buried himself deep in you, you went all dizzy in the head.
“Oh fuck, you’re so pretty like this.” He praises as his other hand holds one of your thighs up for you. Your body is almost slack from how harsh his hips are snapping into you. His leaking tip was bruising your cervix with each brutal thrust.
Nanami wishes he could take a picture right now. Your eyes are all glossed over. Your face is flushed the prettiest shade of pink, and your lips are all puffy and slightly parted. Your babbling utter nonsense as your greedy pussy takes him in with each thrust.
“F-fuck..! So big.. can feel you right here~” You moan as you point towards your lower stomach.
Nanami looks to where you’re pointing, and as if this man needed anymore courage, he begins to fuck you harder.
Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!
“Yeah? Y’feel me in your womb, darling?” He groans. Noise complaint can be damned. He lets your mouth go and grabs your hips as he continues to pound your pretty pussy.
Tears involuntarily spring into your eyes from the sheer intensity. When Nanami said he was going to fuck you to tears, you thought it was just a figure of speech. Nah, you were lying in his bed, crying because the dick was so good.
“Look at me.” He demands as he grabs your blushed cheek and forces you to look up at him. “This pussy’s mine from now on, understand me?”
“Y-yes!” You cry out to him. Your stomach starts to coil with white hot pleasure as your orgasm builds up again.
“Tell me you love me when you cum on my cock.” He demands lowly. You’re too fucked stupid to argue.
The bed squeaks and wails in agony as he his thrusts are growing more erratic and sloppy. You could feel him getting closer and closer to his release as he gets more vocal and noisier too.
Your eyes cross as you feel your body gyrate on him. Your second orgasm crashes over you so suddenly you didn’t even have time to warn him. Your soul nearly floats away from you as you feel warm juices flood out from you. “Fuck~.. I-.. I love you, Nanami!” You whimper out. In the heat of the moment, it does feel like love.
Such pure pretty words being uttered during such a lewd time. Nanami is instantly emptying himself into you. His dick throbs as he shoots ribbon after ribbon of cum inside of you. His hands are shaking as they hold onto your hips. “Ngh.. I love you, darling. Take it.. All of it. Don’t waste a drop.” He lowly growls.
The room is quiet as both of you pant softly. After a few moments, you realize you had professed a love to him that you weren’t even sure about. Yes, Nanami was attractive physically and mentally. Sure, he was apparently a god in bed, but love???
What if he wasn’t even being serious when he told you to say that? He probably didn’t even mean it when he said it back. What if you made things weird? Is that why he’s being so silent?
Nanami leans down and presses a small kiss to your forehead. “That was intense. Are you alright, darling?” He asks affectionately.
You nod weakly, not wanting to frustrate him with your insecure thinking style.
“Are you sure? I’m not only talking about physically.” He murmurs softly as he slowly allows for your thighs to slip down to around his hips. His hand carefully strokes your cheek.
“I told you I love you..” You murmur out quietly, avoiding his gaze.
He exhales softly in amusement. “You did do that. It was very sexy. Do you regret saying it?”
“I.. I don’t know.” You confess quietly. “You said it back too…”
“I did. Seeing your body in such a vulnerable state as you were trusting me with your very essence made me feel full with love.”
You look up at him as he just said the most romantic thing you’ve ever heard.
“I don’t think I regret it.”
“I’m glad. I don’t regret it either.” He smiles and presses another small kiss to your temple.
*** *** ***
“Was that really your first time?” You giggle as the hot water coats your body. Nanami’s fingers are attentively massaging shampoo into your scalp.
“It really was.” He laughs quietly. “Why is it so hard to believe.”
“You were too good for a virgin.”
“I’m glad my darling thinks so.” He smiles and carefully leans your head back, so the water can rinse the shampoo from your hair.
“Where did you even learn that stuff from?” You ask curiously, wondering if Nanami just had a secret raging porn addiction.
“I have the horniest friend group. They don’t understand the concept of too much information.”
Ah. That makes sense.
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