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tan1shere · 3 months ago

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Double Trouble

Billie Eilish x Young Miko x female reader !

A/n: well well well, I was watching the whole interview of these fine mfs and finally got a storyline for this plot 😇 I hope you all enjoy this one. Choosing Oxytocin for the song as the lyrics fit the vibe 🤭 - also small disclaimer if the Spanish isn't correct pls let me know !! Google translate isn't always trusted lmaoo LONG !!

Summary: You're dating Billie and go with her to one of her small events, Young Miko happens to be interviewing her when later on things escalate.

Warnings: smut ! THREESOME !!! Billie and Miko are both dominant, sub reader. Overstimulation, strap usage, oral, (all r receiving) mommy kink, orgasm denial, think that's it, lmk if there's anything else. This one's going to be interesting, but enjoy 😈

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Hearing fans scream as they call out for Billie. You were currently in the back just waiting for the interview to be done, listening to their voices. She happened to get Young Miko to interview her while she was in Mexico. Which was awesome, seeing as you had been a fan of her music for quite some time now. So there was no doubt you were fan girling just a little.

Once the event had finished they come into the back room, approaching you. "Hey baby, thought I'd introduce the two of you. Considering you're a fan of hers." You stand up, smiling at them both. "You like my music?" Miko asks, seeming a bit surprised. You nod at her question. "Most definitely, I've been listening for a few years now actually." You admit, she gives you a smile. "That's awesome honestly! Have you learnt any Spanish?" "Funnily enough yeah, I've learned a ton of new things just by listening." Your smile widens. Billie seemed a bit, distracted though. As if she had something brewing in her brain. Your curiosity got the better of you especially when she says this to Miko.

"Meet you there." Meet you there? Miko then salutes her with a small smirk. Your brows furrow, looking at your girlfriend. "What was that about." You had asked as you head for the car. "Just a little surprise we have for you." We??? There was something behind her eyes. Excitement, no? Maybe? You let your orbs linger over her own. Then it clicked you knew exactly that look and your eyes suddenly blew up in size. It was lust. She got that you were catching on, putting a hand on your thigh. "Now, I'm ok with it. But I want to make sure you are." It was all very secretive, until she catches you way off guard. Pulling into a parking lot which looked to be at a hotel. "You want Miko to touch you?"

She asks, breathing impossibly close to your face. Your cheeks heat up. I mean sure you'd have a little fan girl moment but you loved Billie, butttt you'd be lying If you said you hadn't imagined it just a tiny bit. "Go on, I know what you're thinking." Her fingers trace over your jaw. "You want her to baby?" You just nod, vividly. But her head shakes. "Uh uh, speak." Your breath hitches. "Yes.. yes I would.." Your eyes look into her growingly dark ones. "Good girl."

And that wasn't even close to the beginning of the best night of your life. Everything was very hush hush. This was incredibly wrong in many ways, but the thrill was overpowering that. "I'm a little nervous.." You admit to your girlfriend. "Don't be my girl, we are going to take good. Care of you." She speaks in such a velvet tone, making you clench your thighs. Already she had such an effect on you. That only made you wonder how Miko would be. Was this really happening.

Yep. It was. The door was being opened to her room, she lets the both of you in. Billie gives you a quick but passionate kiss. "Go strip babe." Your body felt tingly at the way she was speaking, filthy yet so damn sexy. You bite your lip. Billie loved to be in control, not in a horrible way ofcourse she just adored having that strength. "Do what you'd usually do, but listen to her. If she doesn't speak up. Make. Her." You swallow overhearing Billies husky voice saying that. "lo entendiste. - you got it." Miko says with a small smirk causing Billie to mirror that, but more evil.

You had stripped out of everything except your bra and underwear. Sitting nervously on the bed. Was this truly happening were you dreaming? You suddenly were being pulled out of your thoughts as you see the pretty Puerto Rican infront of you. "Hi angel." She smirks at your expression. You turn your head for a second to see where Billie is, was she going to watch. When you felt fingers under your chin. "She's just preparing Mami." Your eyes linger over the small bathroom door in the hotel room. "Something tells me you want her to watch. True?" She asks, going to kiss your jaw. When a shakey breath leaves your lips. "I- uhm-" Her eyes connect with your own.

"Imagine her, watching someone else fuck you. Senseless, might I add." Her kisses move lower and lower, having them on your neck. "Imagine her hearing how dirty you sound, because of me?" Your brain couldn't process this, feeling it fogging over already.

Can't take it back once it's been set in motion.

Your nerves and excitement both mix together. Wondering what you had agreed to. Miko's hands come in contact with your bra covered breasts. Kneading gently. "Can I take this off?" You nod at her question but she remembered what Billie had said to her. Her fingers press lightly against your jaw. "Do I get an answer, angel?" You swallow thickly. "Y-yes you can take it off Miko.." You breathe, her smirk grew at the way you whispered her name. Loving it maybe a bit too much. But she had to hear it again. After she removes your bra, discarding it somewhere. Her lips immediately attach to your nipple, sucking hard. Your mind goes blank at the insane feeling. But even if Billie consented to this, or if it was her idea. You couldn't help but feel bad. Or maybe that just made you feel great.

Maybe that aroused you more, the thought of her watching was something you did enjoyed thinking of. And as if on queue. Shes there in the room. Your eyes meet as her head tilts slightly, your heart races at this insane setting. Miko sucking on your tits, as your girlfriend just watches. You weren't being loud enough to Mikos liking. She then bites your nipple, sending a moan to tumble out of your mouth. Your eyes are still locked on Billie as the noise comes out, feeling your eyes go wide. But she smirks. And she does it broadly.

"Don't hide your noises baby. - we've talked about this." Billie then speaks, noticing the way you were biting your lip extra hard. "Go on, wanna hear how she's making you feel." You do as told, but God was this so incredibly filthy. Was it bad you enjoyed it very much? She continues to watch.

She couldn't look away.

Your head lulls back against the headboard as Miko travels down your body, leaving kisses. Her eyes then look into yours as she's reached the main event. Ofcourse asking for permission but silently. You go to nod, considering she hadn't spoken you'd be safe. But the look in her eyes makes you think differently. Your brain just goes to the quickest sentence you can think of. "Please take them off." Your winey voice made them both smirk. Although you weren't looking at Billie right now, when you did. You swear you could've just cum. Then and there. You hold her gaze for a bit.

Shed wanna get involved.

That eye contact remains, until Billie speaks. "Make her cum." Her eyes still boring into your own as she utters those words. You felt like you could go insane. "Heard that mama." You nod slowly. "Y-yes." Miko smirks at your reaction. "You look scared love. Don't worry I don't bite. ... unless you want that." She finishes, coming impossibly close to your cunt. It now being free from the previous fabric clinging to it. You swallow again, letting your mouth hang open as her tongue is on you. Your head falls limply at the insane feeling. Billie's smirk never leaved her face it was as if she was frozen. Getting to watch you like this from a different point of view. Your moans grew louder as she picks up the pace, causing your hands to grab her hair.

What would people say, if they listened through the wall.

There was no other sound but Miko's tongue lapping at you, your soft but powerful moans. Making not only Billie, but Miko also. Go mental. Your orgasm was quick to approach as Miko speeds up, if that was even possible. Sending your mind blank, feeling yourself cum on her tongue with a slight screech. You let out pants, trying to catch your breath again. "Overstimulate her." Billie then orders. Your eyes look over at her. Finally gaining the courage to actually say something. "Bils-" Her head tilts, once again. "Hmm?" Your mouth shuts almost immediately. "Nothing." "No no, go on babe. What is it? You don't want that?" But that'd be a lie, ofcourse you did.

"I just-" But that was cut short as Miko's back at it, having you shake at how sensitive you truly became. You let a shakey but satisfied sigh escape you, having your eyes flutter shut. "What was it you were saying angel?" Your back arches too distracted by your second orgasm to fully care about what Billie was mocking you for.

I can see it clear as day. You don't really need a break.

Billie craved to watch you writhe under Miko, the way you're almost cumming again. But Bills was having too much fun. "Deny her." Billie speaks lowly. And just like that you felt nothing. A cryish whine leaves your plump lips. "Nooo." Your eyes had been closed. "Wanna see what you can take." Billie mutters, enough for you to hear. Your lips then pout as you look at Billie. With such a defeated look in your eyes. Almost begging without words. But you knew you had to speak them you knew that's what she wanted, you to beg.

You take any extra courage floating around inside you and grab Miko's face. "Please, please don't stop. Need your tongue." Billie smirks as you say that, proudly. Miko dives back in satisfied, herself. With how you responded. But she felt like teasing you, testing your limits. Billie seemed to be proud of that also, knowing you'd start to get bratty if she kept it up. "Make her cum, one more time. Then I'll come on over." Billie states, making Miko nod in response.

You should really run away.

She kept circling your clit with her tongue, moving back and forth from there, to your entrance. Your head is rested back as she does so feeling worn out but so amazing at the same time. All you could then think of was what Billie would do. "Make her work for it, need her begging." You look over at her, giving an annoyed little look. But she returns it with a warning one, causing you to immediately look away from her. It was nearing once again, the coil was incredibly close to snapping when Miko squeezes your thigh tightly. Signaling for you to not do so yet. A slight whimper comes from you, trying to hold it. "Please let me cum please-"

Her whole tongue inserted into you suddenly, rapidly sticking it in and out at an ungodly pace. You were shocked at how good she was, nearly as good as your girlfriend. Your mouth agape as your coming close to your release. "Please, please- need to." She looks up at you with such a lustful look. Pulling away slightly to speak. "Cum now." And so you did. Hard. Feeling just as amazing the first two times if not. Better. You let out ragged breaths. Miko removes herself from you. Standing up fully, swiping her thumb over her lip to get the excess cum and put it inside her mouth. "Hm, tasty." She says. Billie comes over standing next to her. "Isnt she." She smirks at you.

You sit up on your elbows, just now catching your breath. Billie inches closer towards you, crawling ontop of your figure. Your eyes glued to hers as she looks to your lips. "I don't think you're ready for this." She spoke in a hushed whisper. Leaning in to kiss you. Ofcourse you kiss back, honestly missing any kind of touch from her. Your hands reach out to gently place them on her face. But it's as if they had already discussed this, because Miko is lifting you up slightly, sitting on the bed and placing you on her lap. Your eyes dart back to Billies. Gulping. "What? Nervous?" Your head shakes but her eyebrow raises in a questionable way. "N-no..not nervous." You speak up.

"Hmm, good." You hadn't even noticed she attached the fake dick to herself, until you felt it near your entrance. Looking back at Billie once again and taking a tiny breath in. Were you nervous? "So wet." She says as her fingers swipe along your sticky cunt, from the multiple orgasms. You bite your lip subconsciously, feeling the dildo peek into your hole. "Please Bills.." Miko's hand moves to your throat, causing Billie to get closer to your face. "What's my name baby? Say it correctly and I'll give you what you want." You take a second, letting out a few staggered breaths. "Please fuck me mommy."

And thats exactly what she was about to do, sliding it in almost all the way, making you arch your back. Slowly bringing it down again as she begins to fuck into you. God this was so insane but amazing all at once. More moans fill the hotel room, you didn't care who listened to be honest you were too caught up on the feeling of Miko's hand still around your throat and Billie's hard thrusts to worry about what others may think. Billie begins to pick up the pace, Miko's other hand coming to cup one of your breasts sending pleasure throughout the whole of your body. Head to toe shivers consume you as her hand tightens just slightly.

Billie watches in amusement as your face contorts into pure ecstasy. Eyes rolling back as she enters you even deeper. You truly were on cloud 9. It just felt too good.

I wanna do bad things to you.

Her hand rests on your waist as she continues to fuck you, feeling you suck her in as if it were her own dick. Making Billie go more feral for you. Her other hand makes its way to your clit, rubbing slowly. Whimpers filling her ears as she does, feeling like she could cum from that alone. She craved to hear such sounds coming from your pretty lips. Drove her mental. Billie didn't feel like being as nice though, wanting to make you go mental. And it sure did. "You cum when I say to got it, pretty girl?" You let out a slight whine, not before shes grabbing your face with her fingers. Smushing your cheeks slightly. "Got. It?" "Yes.. - mommy." Her once Satisfied look returns, bigger than previously.

"Good girl, that's exactly what we like to hear. Isn't that right Miko?" She then replies. "Without a doubt Bill." Your breathing becomes irregular again, trying to gain that focus. "I- I'm so close." Billie just shakes her head. "Don't even think about it." You then feel Miko's soft fingers dance over your skin, moving their way down to your pussy to mess with your clit. "Bi-" You let out the filthiest moan ever, trying so hard to hold it. "C-cant.. please." You speak on the verge of tears. Bingo. Just what Billie was after. The little pout on your lips almost makes her give in. But she keeps drilling into you, so much harder making your head spin. "I-" "hold it."

"B-b..u." A near pornographic moan then ripped out of you, feeling your body shake. "Be a good girl baby. Know you can." - "hold it mama." Miko then whispers in your ear. Another whimper comes from your mouth trying so so hard to keep it in.

I wanna do bad things to you.

Billie goes close to your ear, close to Miko. They then kiss one another making you stare, as your girlfriend comes back into view. There was no denying how hot it was. Billie catches your eyes. She chuckles softly. "You enjoyed that didn't you bub?" You couldn't even speak. She lets that one slide, knowing how much you were struggling. "Precious girl can't even reply to you." Billie shakes her head at Miko. "Shes too busy crying over my dick huh baby?" Your head just rests back on Miko's shoulder. Almost screaming at the insane euphoria you felt. Miko's other hand quickly covers your mouth, tightening her grip on your throat. "Shhh baby not too loud."

I wanna make you yell.

Wanna do bad things to you.

Your eyes roll back again, letting out a groany whimper.

Don't wanna treat you well.

It was getting nearly impossible. Until Billie says the three words. "You can cum." And you gladly do, gushing all over the plastic dick inside you. Squirting a little over Billie. Your brain felt empty, having your eyes closed to try regain stability.

If you find it hard to swallow.

"Just one more angel, know you can." Your eyes snap to Billies. "S-so sore." Miko wipes the lingering tears on your face. But as she starts to move slowly, the need for more is inching its way back. Grabbing onto her hips. "Fuck!" You then scream, making Miko's hand return on your mouth. She eventually got an idea. "Open." She says to you. You do as told going to let her slender fingers enter your mouth. You suck needily, feeling Billie speed up yet again. Her thrusts go at an ungodly pace eventually sending your body to writhe and shake underneath her. Those tears coming back, you cry out of pleasure. Sucking harder on Miko's digits.

I kinda wanna look away.

Her grip on your neck loosens, keeping her fingers there for you to greedily suck on. She honestly enjoyed the feeling of it. Bringing that hand down from your neck to your nipple giving it a pinch. You moan around her fingers, feeling your fourth or fifth. You honestly lost count. Orgasm of that night.

Kinda wanna get involved.

Billies hands grip your waist, completely railing the fuck out of you. The sight infront of her making her moan, herself. Low, lustful. Filthy. Your eyes continue to gloss over feeling it coming closer and closer. But you listened to what she had said earlier, only when she says to.

Other people don't obey.

Her thrust continued, her stamina was impeccable. But you knew that already. Your hands reach out to touch her, grabbing at her tits. She smirks at you, knowing their your favorite. "Can feel how close you are. Tugging me in." You accidentally bite down slightly on Miko's fingers. Little did you know she didn't mind that, one. Bit. Your teeth retract from doing so, continuing the sucking motion.

You should really run away.

The coil was close to snapping, it got harder for Billie to even thrust at how tight you had became. She needed it, you needed it. Miko needed it. "Cum." She breathes.

Bad. Things.

You did with yet another scream, of who's name? Well ofcourse both. They both, made you cum. They both, made you scream. And there was no doubt this wouldn't be the last time this would happen.

It was your little secret.

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nikkento-writes · 3 months ago

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Toro! Toro!

We're waking up the people down the hall, you're a bull and I can't help but say, "Toro! Toro!"

Pairing: Aoi Todo x f!reader

Rating: Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: ~3.3k

cw: canon universe, popstar!reader (stage name Luna Lux), all characters are 18+, explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut – cunnilingus, blow job, vaginal fingering, nipple play, spit play, PIV sex – doggy, cowgirl, pet names, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, creampie

Summary: Breaking news! International up-and-coming pop princess Luna Lux is causing quite the stir with her alleged boyfriend! Witnesses say the two were having loud sex well into the night until hotel staff had to take matters into their own hands. But who is this mystery fellow? Despite multiple accounts of being heard doing the deed behind closed doors, the pop star’s supposed boy toy continues to elude being seen by both the media and even her own manager! With his knack for disappearing into thin air, it sounds like this stud is a real sorcerer!

Author's Note: Completely and unabashedly based on the song “Toro” by Remi Wolf. This SCREAMS Aoi Todo to me. This was so much fun to write! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Divider credit to the wonderful @/cafekitsune.

It’s past midnight by the time you and your manager make it back to your hotel room, exhausted from tonight’s rehearsals. With only a protein bar and a few handfuls of popcorn as your dinner, you’re desperate for a proper meal before calling it a day. “Can we please, please order room service?” you beg her, collapsing onto the bed, too tired to change out of your sweaty clothes. “I’m starving and I won’t be able to sleep unless I get some real food in me.”

Kina doesn’t respond, the room phone already up to her ear, ordering the usual. When she hangs up, she snaps at you to get up, crinkling her nose. “You stink.”

“Aw, thanks K. Always the sweetest,” you grin at her, rolling on your stomach to rest your chin on your hands, kicking your feet back and forth in the air.

She rolls her eyes, feigning annoyance as she retrieves one of the bath robes in the closet for you, laying it on the nearest armchair. “After we eat, you should shower then go straight to bed. You need all your rest for tomorrow’s show.”

Manager K is right; it’s the last show and probably the most important. After tomorrow, you can officially say you’ve completed your first tour. It hasn’t been an easy journey; years and years of practicing your craft at malls, local fairs, small stages in front of people who had no clue nor cared who you were. You’re finally here with your best friend slash manager right alongside with you. Not only that, you’ve amassed quite the following of fans who cherish you, so much that they’ve made your debut tour a massive success. You appreciate every single one of them.

However, there is one that you are particularly fond of, and his name is Aoi Todo.

Todo’s been to almost every show since the start of the tour, with the exception to a few he absolutely couldn’t attend due to work obligations. He’s been to all of your meet-and-greets and is the current president of your fan club online. Most of his wardrobe is merchandise with your face on it, always proudly wearing it like a badge of honor. He even keeps a locket with your picture in it, next to a photo of his brother, Yuji, which you surprisingly find very endearing.

It just so happens that he’s also your boyfriend. Your very hot, massively ripped boyfriend.

You met a little over two years ago, when you were opening for your good friend Nobuko Takada, famously known in Japan as Tall-Idol Takada-Chan. At the time, Todo was her biggest fan, so much so that he considered her his future wife. Somehow, someway, he found his new obsession in you. You’d normally tend to avoid fans like this, but Todo is different. He’s the exception. You find his presence comforting. Even when you mess up the lyrics to a song, experience bouts of stage fright, miss a step in your choreography, Todo always gazes at you with the brightest stars in his eyes, as if you’re the most talented, beautiful person he’s ever seen. He loves you with every fiber of his being, whether you’re on stage as Luna Lux the popstar or offstage as you. And you love him right back.

That being said, his prowess in the bedroom is an added bonus. He knows all the ways to help you relax after an especially grueling day of practice and rehearsals. Just like tonight.

You’ve become notorious now for sneaking your boyfriend into your room when you’ve been explicitly told not to, specifically by Kina. It’s not that she dislikes him; in fact, she hasn’t even met him yet. You and Todo decided from the start that your relationship would remain a secret to protect his identity. Being a highly ranked Jujutsu Sorcerer already comes with its own risks and adding an extra spotlight on him will only cause more stress. Besides, it’s quite fun seeing how far you can push against the boundaries until you’re actually caught.

On the other hand, Manager K doesn’t find it fun at all. Her expression is somber, voice stern when she states your real name, talking to you directly and not to your pop persona Luna Lux. That’s when you know she means business. “Do not meet with your boyfriend tonight. Understand?”

You knew this was going to come up. Playing dumb, you respond, “What boyfriend?”

One of her eyes twitch, clearly fed up with your antics. “I’m serious.”

She stares you down until you give in, flipping over on your back and groaning. “Why not?!” you whine, purposefully being an annoying little shit. “You know I perform way better after a good fuck.”

Kina makes a face, disgusted by your vulgarity. “Gross. Seriously, though. There are reporters all over this hotel, on this very floor even. They would have a field day with this.”

“Yeah. If we’re caught,” you add. “Which won’t happen.”

She crosses her arms over her chest, smirking. “You do realize how close you’ve been, right? The two of you have been getting more and more reckless. It’s bound to happen soon.”

You raise a brow at her. “Sounds like you’re hoping for it.”

She eases up, sitting at the edge of the bed beside you. “I’m getting real tired of running around and doing damage control for you two horny freaks. And I’ll admit, I’m curious. What’s so great about this guy that you can’t reveal his identity, even to me?”

You sit up, smiling at her. “Kina, as much as I want to tell you about how amazing he is, I just can’t. Not yet at least. I want to protect him from this craziness for as long as possible. You just have to trust me for now, okay?”

Kina has your best interest at heart, you know that. She wants to make sure that this guy is really worth it, is not some crazed fan only interested in Luna Lux and not the real person behind the popstar. At the same time, she can’t force you to give up his anonymity. She knows better than anybody how insane the other fans will get once he becomes known. So, she has no other choice but to relent. “Fine. But please, for the love of god, can you just keep it in your pants until tomorrow night, after the show is over?”

You give her a sly grin, wrapping your arms around her in a big hug. “Whatever you say, Manager K.” She’s totally unaware that you’ve got both your fingers crossed.

After the two of you scarf down a late dinner, Kina bids you goodnight, warning you once more not to do anything reckless, though you have no intentions of following through with that plan. As soon as she disappears down the hallway into her own room, you lock the door and send out a text to Todo:

The hawk has left the nest.

Setting down your phone on the nightstand, you strip completely out of your sweaty clothes, leaving you stark naked, except for the locket around your neck. You feel it, tracing the edges before unclasping, laying it neatly on the bed. Leaving the robe Kina laid out for you on the armchair, you head straight for the bathroom, door ajar, running the shower on hot.

Even with the loud splash of the shower, you hear the faint Boogie Woogie clap from outside the bathroom, the exact one you’ve been looking forward to all week. Smiling to yourself, you continue to lather soap onto your body, letting the water stream down to rinse off the suds. The creak of the door grabs your attention and through the shower’s glass, you see Todo walk in, wrapped in the robe that barely fits him. When he catches your eye, he smirks and the butterflies in your belly flutter. “Hey there, handsome,” you greet him, your pussy already throbbing with arousal.

“Hi, gorgeous.” He steps towards the shower, stopping to admire you, wet and dripping.

You open the door for him, giving him a better view. “You look good in my hotel robe.”

“Yeah?” He’s practically drooling over your naked form.

Beckoning him in, you reply, “Yeah. But you’d look even better without it.”

He chuckles, slipping out of it, completely naked underneath. You move to one side of the shower, making just enough room for him. Water splashes off his massive chest, down his bulging biceps, dripping off his huge cock sprung hard against his six-pack. God, how you love having this himbo as your boyfriend. He watches silently you as you rub him with the bar of soap, lathering him up, a good reason to get your hands all over him. “How’s my baby doing tonight?” you ask him, spreading the suds across his shoulders.

“Fine. A bit tired from work. Missed you like hell.” His eyes follow your fingers as you graze his nipples. He holds you by the hips, pulling you closer. “How was rehearsals?”

“Exhausting.” You set the bar of soap aside, smiling as your hands travel farther, past his navel. “Luckily, I have a super sexy boyfriend to help me relax.”

You surround his cock, slick and slippery with suds on the shaft. He shudders from your touch, grip tightening on your hips. “Fuck,” he mutters, looking down between you, resting his forehead on yours. “I’m the lucky one. So fucking lucky.”

You tip your head up to meet his lips for a kiss, cupping his balls and stroking his cock. He moans into your mouth, his fingers squeezing at your ass, spreading your cheeks apart. You turn around, teasing his cock between your butt, craning your neck to keep kissing him while he rubs at your clit, water still drizzling over the two of you. So clean and yet so dirty all at once.

He makes you come with his fingers, tapping and massaging your sensitive bud until you’re gushing for him. “You want my cock now, baby?” he asks, mouth hot on your ear, his erection throbbing against you. His other hand plays with your nipples, pinching them with the precise amount of pressure to have you mewling.

As much as you’d love to get fucked in the shower, there’s simply no room for that with Todo’s massive body taking up nearly the entire space. It’s better for the two of you to move this onto the bed. You face him, shutting the shower off, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Let’s do it on the bed. More room for us to get nasty.”

He grins, lifting you up and hoisting you over his shoulder easily. “Got it, boss.”

You giggle, punching his back playfully as he wipes you with a towel. “You’re a brute, you know that?”

When it’s dry, he slaps your ass, staring at it in the mirror as it jiggles from the contact. “You love it.” And he’s right, you do.

He carries you all the way to the bed, tossing you onto the mattress. As soon as you’re spread out for him, he positions himself between your thighs, eating you out sloppily, slipping two fingers in your wet cunt. “Fuck!” you whine, already sensitive from your first orgasm. He doesn’t relent, pumping his digits in and out of you while he flicks his tongue on your swollen bud, sending you into your second climax of the night, body in total bliss now, still greedy for more. “Fuck me, Aoi. Please,” you beg him. “Need your cock.”

“Not yet,” he muffles, sucking hard on your clit, causing you to cry out louder in pleasure. “One more for me, baby. I know you can do it.” He adds a third finger inside you, bucking his hips into the bed, desperate for any type of friction against his rock-hard cock. The sound of his fingers squelching with each pump is obscene. He hums into your skin, the vibrations adding to the sensation, encouraging you to give him another, which you do.

You’re practically a puddle in the sheets now, your entire body slack, ecstasy coursing through you. He can do whatever he wants to you. You’d yield to his every desire, so fucked-out and intoxicated for him. Legs spread even wider, you reach for your pussy, spreading your cum on your clit. “More,” you whimper, touching yourself.

“You’re extra greedy today,” he teases, pulling out of you to suck on his cum-coated fingers. He hawks a frothy wad of spit on your cunt, watching you rub it into your clit.

“It’s been a long day, I deserve it.” You stare at his cock, the tip leaking with precum now. “Can I get a taste, too?”

He obliges enthusiastically, moving up the bed to straddle your face, your favorite way to take his cock. You lick your lips, using your free hand to stroke him, taking his balls in your mouth first. “Fuck,” he curses, gripping onto the headboard.

You smile, enjoying the way he’s unraveling above you. After a little more teasing, you guide the tip into your mouth, sucking on it. He swears again, his eyes shut, the sensation too much for him. You eventually make your way down the rest of his cock, taking him deeper until you’re to the hilt.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy drooling all over my cock like that.” He slowly fucks your mouth, your lips smacked to the base of his dick with each thrust, swallowing him all the way down to the back of your throat. Your eyes water as you resist the gag reflex, too eager to satisfy him like this. When you reach your limit, he pulls out of you, panting softly as you guzzle all the saliva pooling in your mouth. Once you catch your breath, you give him a smile, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip.

“You are such a dirty fucking girl,” he growls, crawling back down to peppers soft kisses along your body. “Sucking my cock while you touch yourself. What a naughty slut you are.” He pauses at your pussy once again, spreading his tongue on your clit for one more taste. You grab onto his hair, not bothering to contain the moans pouring out of your mouth.

“Flip over,” he mumbles, eyes hazy with lust and desire. You can tell by the tremble in his voice that’s he’s trying his best to control himself from going absolutely feral on you, which makes you want to bring it out of him even more.

You obey his command, yelping when drags you to the end of the bed, legs hanging off the edge, feet planted on the soft carpet. His thumb teases your slit, soaked and slippery from all of the previous orgasms. Carefully, he guides himself inside you, gradually making his way until he’s all in. “Fuck,” he purrs, staying still until you’ve fully adjusted to his size. “You feel so fucking good, sweetheart.”

It's like electricity all over your body to finally have him inside you like this, to be so full of him. You twist your neck to get a glimpse of him and when he meets your gaze, he grins. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

You smile back at him, clenching the sheets to brace yourself for the ride. “Fuck me hard.”

Unlike before, he’s rough now, pounding into you like his fucking life depends on it. “Oh god, right there! Right there, fuck!” you encourage him, not bothering to cover your mouth. You’re sure by now the neighbors can hear, but you don’t care. All you care about is Todo and his cock pummeling into you.

Once you come in this position, he slows the pace, increasing the severity of each thrust, fucking you so hard that the bedframe slams against the wall every time he plummets into you. “You love taking it like this, don’t you?”

“Yes!” you cry out, choking on your own spit as it dribbles out your mouth. You hear your phone start ringing on the nightstand; you ignore it, too lost in euphoria to give a damn.

Before you know it, Todo changes positions again, laying himself out on the bed. “Ride me, sweetie. Ride this fucking cock. Fuck me too.”

Desperate to be full of him again, you hop on top of him, teasing your pussy along his shaft before sinking down. He grips your hips firmly, rocking you back and forth on his lap until you’re able to muster the strength to ride him. You swallow thickly, finally able to speak coherently. “You should change your name from Todo to Toro,” you joke, grinding yourself against him.

“Huh? Like fatty tuna?” he asks, sweat dripping off his forehead, his expression genuinely confused.

“Toro is a bull in Spanish,” you explain, grinning at him, gyrating your hips for a deeper angle. “And you, big boy, are most definitely a toro with the way you’re pounding into me.”

He laughs, tightening his grip, wanting to regain control. “It’s fine, you can call me that if you want.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You lean down to kiss him as he wraps his arms around you, planting his feet on the bed to fuck up into you. The phone keeps ringing beside you, and even through your incessant cries of “Toro! Toro!”, you can hear the buzz of excited chatter on the other side of the door. It’s the reporters Kina warned you about, getting another juicy story for the tabloids.

Todo continues to fuck you like this, his own moans louder now as he approaches his orgasm. The room phone starts to chime too, the staff trying to get a hold of you after noise complaints, something you’ve gotten used to since being with your incredibly sexy and voracious boyfriend. Still, no matter how hard they try to catch you in the act, they never will. And that’s what makes this so much fun.

When he comes, you kiss him sloppily, clenching around his cock to keep his load inside you. You hear a familiar voice amidst the chaos on the other side of the door. Manager K shouts, “Luna Lux! Open the door. Now!”

Todo looks spent below you, in complete bliss, unfazed by the ratchet going on outside. “I should probably leave, huh?”

“I guess you should,” you pout, nuzzling your nose to his. “I miss you already.”

“I miss you too. I’ll see you again in a few minutes,” he reassures you, caressing your cheek tenderly. “When the coast is clear.”

There’s pounding on the door, upper management getting involved to give you a stern talking to. “You better hurry back.” You lean closer, grazing his ear with your lips. “I want you to fuck more of your cum inside me.”

He sucks in a breath, squeezing your ass cheeks with his big hands. “Fuck, baby. I promise I won’t make you wait long. Keep it in until then, okay?”

You kiss each other passionately one last time before he claps behind your back. Like magic, he’s gone, the shiny locket replacing him on the bed.

The door opens, getting caught on the chain, your manager yelling your name through the tiny crack. “I know he’s in there! There’s no escape! I finally caught you two!”

You put on the locket then quickly slide into a robe, checking your reflection briskly in the mirror. Not that there’s anything that can reverse the damage done at this point. Reluctantly, you go to the door to unlock the chain. Kina barges in, staving off all the reporters and staff from bombarding you with questions. She searches the room for Todo, checking each nook and cranny for any sign of him, but no luck. Finally, she faces you, expression awe-struck. “Where is…how did he…?”

“I told you.” You flash her an innocent smile, crossing your legs and fiddling with the locket around your neck, fondly thinking about Todo who’s just two floors below you. “You just have to trust me.”

#todo aoi #todo x reader #todo x you #aoi todo x reader #todo aoi x reader #todo aoi x you #todo aoi smut #todo smut #todo jjk #aoi todo smut #aoi todo #jjk smut #jjk x reader

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dreamings-free · 3 months ago

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Louis about LT3

a summary UPDATED 6/10/24

Sep 2022 first time Louis mentions a 3rd album. Louis is quoted in Euphoria Magazine saying: “Ideally, I’d like to try and write the next record before I go on tour next year. I want to do something similar to what I’ve done this past year.” (but from what we know now it seems it didn't play out that way..)

Sep 14th 2022 Louis leaves a comment on Faith In The Future co-writer Nico Rebscher's instagram post about Out Of My System saying "Can’t wait to do more on the next album!"

Jan 2023 Louis is on holiday in Cabo, Mexico and is spotted travelling with his guitar - maybe in case inspiration strikes!?

Feb 22nd 2023 Louis is seen "a tiny village with a recording studio in it". A few days later both Louis and Matt Vines likes an instagram post by Faith In The Future co-writer David Sneddon captioned "Spent the week at @ angelicstudiouk with friends and heroes." Another FITF co-writer Theo Hutchcraft is seen in one of the photos.

May 11th 2023 Louis tweets: "Also probably shouldn’t mention this so early in the process but I’m feeling really confident creatively, just finished a week of writing and it was unbelievable. Exciting!"

May 13th 2023 When asked about the next album at the LA screening of All Of Those Voices, he answered: “I recently just started, yeah. The majority have been my own, but some of the lyrics is less direct, so it’s maybe not quite as specifically about me but,I felt really fulfilled, the last couple of writing sessions I’ve done have been really, really good.”

Nov 23rd 2023 Louis gets asked about album 3 at the Rolling Stone UK Awards and is quoted saying: “It’s funny, I wrote maybe 4 or 5 tunes in one of the breaks of the tour legs, and actually, I just wanna spend a bit of time. I’m really excited for those songs, but I don’t know when the next records gonna come and the thing about me is when I start writing, I’m just desperate to release things as soon as a possible, so I wanna take a bit of time on this record. So when that might be, who knows.” He also talks a bit about potential collaborators and mentions DMA'S.

Jan 20th 2024 Louis follows producer James Ellis Ford who has worked with Arctic Monkey, Gorillaz and many, many more.

Jan 24th 2024 When asked in a twitter Q&A if he has "a concept in mind already for the next album?" his answer was: "Started drawing the outline in my head". He also told fans asking at the meet 'n' greet in Jakarta that it would be "soon, in my context of the word" 😜

Mar 30th 2024 At the Tecate Pa'l Norte press conference he said: “At the moment, um— to be honest, I haven’t really— the question was what I listen to which is a slightly different thing but; I haven’t really given the next record real thought yet. Obviously it’s been on my mind. But in terms of conceptually, or even finding references, I’m not really at that point yet because I’ve done a lot of touring— just kind of getting that out of the way before I really start thinking about that proper.”

April 4th 2024 He told Chilean radio station Bio Bio: “I have written a couple of songs, but when I was writing them I wasn’t thinking about what they would be for a new album, they were just written to give me something to write and not put pressure on those songs. But I think I will start the work on a new album at the end of this year, maybe.” futher elaborating to Radio Disney Chile: “The good thing about this record is I’m gonna have plenty of time to experiment and with that it gives you plenty of room to just kind of find where the edges of the record live. So yeah I’m looking forward to getting into the process, but like I said I’ve been loving touring at the moment so just been kind of sticking to that.”.

He also told Paraguayan radio station HEI Now: “Of course there’ll be a new album. When? I’m not overly sure. I think I’ll probably start writing at the end of the year. I just wanna let as much life in first and then I can really start emoting and writing.”

June 2024 In the FITF tour LatAm recap video posted to Louis’ instagram 25/6 he says: “At some point I gotta think about the next record, but.. I’m a bit scared of that, truthfully right now, feel like I’ve been enjoying the success of Faith in The Future for.. quite a while. And yes, it’s been the pressure of the shows but I delivered what I think was a good record and a record that was successful. So now going into the next cycle it’s a little bit.. a little bit tentative going into it. I know that’ll change once I get off the road and really start thinking about the essence of the record and the concept of the record and stuff like that. But right now.. yeah, I’m just thinking about the festivals, I’m excited for those.” (he also talks - in past tense about playing in Mexico City and about the upcoming Away From Home Festival, so we can assume this interview was done somewhere in early June)

August 4th 2024 Responding to a fan sign at Santander Music Festival that said "How close R we to the next album 1-5?" showing three - possibly four? - fingers! meaning the album is 3/5 (or 4/5?) done!

Oct 4th 2024 curious activity across Louis' socials; on twitter the header image was changed from the Louis Tomlinson : Live album graphic to just the cover image and the Faith In The Futuretweet was unpinned (like it was on Louis' insta 9/9). on Louis' instagram the bio text was cleared and the link to louist.lnk.to/live was also removed.

Oct 6th 2024 Louis replies to a fan on twitter asking if new music is coming with "Only been off tour 2 minutes. The next record is going to be my best yet but need chance to let life in first!"

tbc...

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odysseyeurobeat · 7 months ago

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Literally just me gushing about eurobeat

Y'know what? Tumblr, you get a little treat. I don't have much better of a place to post something long-winded like this, so here we are.

I love eurobeat music. Big surprise from the girl with it in her handle, right? But I don't just love one kind of eurobeat. No, I'd go so far as to say I love it all. This genre becomes an absolute buffet of delightful, energetic, silly fun when you forget about trying to look for ways it "doesn't count", and try to look for the ways it does.

I love early eurobeat! I love the stuff that's indistinguishable from early Italo Disco, the formative things where the tempo was still low and the disco vibes were still high! That's Eurobeat and the first few volumes of Super Eurobeat are great for this!

I love later eurobeat, too! Even if some of the sounds aren't always my favorites, I love that folks were trying new things and dabbling with new sounds, experimenting in ways that in previous years seemed prohibited! Comparing some aliases who have been going for multiple decades from this period to when they started is also super fun!

I love traditional eurobeat, if I could pick a name for it! Faster, more rave-influenced, whether or not it's still got some disco elements in it, themes about nightclubs and love and loss and betrayal and that ever-ubiquitous fire! Maharajah Night has some great examples, leading into the bulk of pre-200 Super Eurobeat volumes!

I love J-Euro! It turns out, folks in Japan have different ideas and tastes and approach the genre VERY differently than the folks in Italy do, and I love how it sounds! I love how the sound design is so different and the speed jumps a little higher!

I love indie eurobeat! I love hearing how new and amateur producers take a crack at the sound, and seeing what folks do as the tools for making it grow and evolve! Even virtual versions of the synths the masters used to use are available now, and it's fantastic to hear how those things sound in new hands! I love the ways indie producers bend, break, and work around the rules of the genre and still deliver a uniquely "eurobeat" experience! Without this category, I would never have found DJ Command, DJ Bouche, Turbo, Vikas Beatbox, the Galaxian Recordings crew, and so, so many more!

I love happy eurobeat! The nature of the genre makes it so straightforward to pair its signature energy with joy, delight, empowerment!

I love sad eurobeat! That very same energy that powers joy and happiness can be just as powerful for driving home sorrow and sadness, and some lyrics even carry strong emotional weight (we're well past the days of eurobeat being only about Burning Love Car Baby Fire Desire Tonight Drift Tokyo, y'know)!

I love fandom eurobeat! Yup! Vocaloid, Touhou, MLP:FiM, Vtubers; whatever you may be a fan of, chances are good there's a eurobeat remix out there (or even an original) that suits your fancy!

I love Initial D eurobeat! How could I not, right? The classics are classics for a reason, and eurobeat and drift racing are a uniquely fantastic pair. Of all the things eurobeat could be about, it's one of a few that really knock it out of the park!

I love feminine eurobeat! Masculine eurobeat is great too, but it already gets a lot of love in the other categories, so I want to celebrate those eurobeat songs that feel quite the opposite while still being perfectly eurobeat! Eurobeat is broad enough to express feelings like this, too!

I love songs that aren't quite eurobeat, but have elements of it! And I love eurobeat songs that heavily include elements from other genres, too! Eurobeat is like any other genre-- it has not always had the same chances to rub shoulders with other sounds in the dance space, but when it does, some wonderful things happen! And the whole music world is enriched for that cross-pollenation!

I love the songs I used to dislike! To think I'd go from vastly disliking Norma Sheffield's discography, to adoring it so fully! Disliking "Higher Higher More and More" to seeking it out from time to time! Not being fond of SAIFAM/BBB's style, to knowing some of its songs by heart!

And most of all, I love that I get to MAKE this stuff for a living! I do not take the fact that this could've not worked out trivially, and I hope I've rewarded your patiences well with a lot of new favorites and starting points for diving deeper into the genre over the last... almost 20 years, now!

And that's just the tip of the iceberg! I understand some eurobeat isn't to everyone's taste, but I think if you haven't tasted all that there is out there, you owe it to yourself to see how you feel about it. You might be pleasantly surprised!

#eurobeat #initial d #odyssey eurobeat #eurobeat brony #ken blast #super eurobeat #rambles

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xdjville · 8 months ago

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wayv and their own love languages

pairing: wayv x gn!reader

cw: mentions of sex in winwin's (only in words, no descriptions), yangyang (half)jokingly being a hater in xiaojun's, proof read but i'm tired

author's note: i had to physically stop myself from getting carried away with kun's so it wouldn't end up twice as long as the others man i love him

#kun

quality time

if it wasn't for kun being so busy, he would literally be glued to you at the hip. only with you around he's able to truly relax, you're like a power outlet that he can use to charge his battery. what you're doing doesn't really matter to him that much, he will enjoy anything as long as you're there, but the slow, quiet moments when you're both in your own worlds have to be the ones he cherishes the most. of course, he loves going out with you and having a blast too, but something about those occasions brings him a sense of domesticity and really lets him unwind. like when you're both in his studio - him at the desk, composing or working on lyrics, while you're on the couch in the back with your laptop, focused on your own tasks, the silence being broken only the few times that kun asks about your opinion on whatever he came up with, or when you stand up to get a drink and place a kiss on his cheek as you walk by. or it could be him cooking dinner for the two of you, showing off his skills as you sit on the counter, humming quietly to his playlist playing in the background. every now and then he'd turn around to give you a piece of the food he's making for a taste test, repaying each good idea of how to improve the dish with a kiss.

#ten

thinking about you

ten is pretty much thinking about you every second that he's awake (and sometimes in his dreams, too), he's never not thinking about you. he often gets reminded of you by random things, whether because he thinks there's a visual resemblance (he then usually sends you a photo and a "you lol"), because it's something you like, or because it's somehow connected to a shared memory of yours. he brings you up in conversations a lot too, to the point where some of his friends seem to know you quite well without having actually met you. when he's travelling, he always takes many photos to send you along with voice messages about how his day went, and buys souvenirs or little trinkets to gift you when he's back. on the rare occasion when he's grocery shopping on his own, he makes it his mission to find all of your favorite snacks, which more often than not gets him distracted from the list you had put together for him, so you end up with a bunch of candy and no dinner (which is exactly why him shopping alone is a rare occurance). he also really likes putting together playlists with songs that remind him of you, some of them he'll send and give you access to, but there's also a few he made private which he listens to on days when the longing feels worse than usual.

#winwin

"i love you"

to most, it might seem like not that big of a deal, but to winwin those three words hold more meaning than all other existing ones combined. a meaning that's so important and valuable, binding even, that he uses them carefully and scarcelly in order to not abuse them. for most of his life they were reserved only for the closest family members, then, although in a different sense, also for his fans. saying them romantically for the first time was a whole new sesantion to him, and to be honest it still feels a bit foreign and uncomfortable. not because he doesn't love you, that he sure does and he makes sure to show that in other ways, but actually saying it out loud just makes him feel so bare and out in the open. hence his "i love you"s are usually muttered into the crook of your neck when you're pressed together after making love, breathed against your lips when he breaks the kiss only for a second so you can't see his face gaining more color than it already had, or whispered into your ear as he gently strokes the back of your head, your tears soaking into his sweater.

#xiaojun

sharing

xiaojun doesn't really do this purposefully, as a way to show his affection, it's just that the concept of "mine" and "yours" genuinely doesn't exist in his mind when it comes to you. want a bite of his food? it's yours as much as it's his. out of moisturiser? you probably use the same brand anyways. really like that one hoodie of his? might as well have been yours in the first place. he never expects the same behavior in return, he's totally fine if you value your privacy and he makes sure that you understand each other's boundaries, but he never lets go of that "what's mine is yours" mindset either way. xiaojun really enjoys showing you off ("shoving your relationship into people's faces", as one german boy likes to call it), so you wearing his clothes or jewelry is his absolute favorite thing ever. he then stares at you with heart-shaped, sparkly eyes, a wide, lovesick grin on his face, and the tips of his ears burning red (to the german boy's disgust).

#hendery

being vulnerable with you

very few people get to see the other side of hendery than the cheerful, quirky self that he usually is. the side that's exhausted and afraid, that pains and ugly cries. a lot of doors have to opened to reach it, but he trusts you more than anything and anyone, ever. he doesn't think he could be any more real and unfiltered as he is with you, it's almost like it's more comfortable than when he's all alone. when you're there, he can just let everything go and express his feelings in a way that's most true to himself, without faking or conceiling anything. all those nights he spent crying because of his past, present, and future, because of his fears and scars and sorrows, you've been there for him. and although in the morning when you're tangled in your sheets with puffy faces and dry skin either of you knows better than to mention whatever was said that night, he's truly, deeply grateful, and each time he makes a promise to himself that one day he'll tell you that.

#yangyang

kissing

yangyang's nothing if not a kiss person. it's his favorite thing in the whole world, to be able to just connect your lips until he forgets his own name because yours is all he can think about. little pecks, french kisses, make out sessions, spiderman kisses - you name it, he loves all of them and they're all his favorites, as long as it's you who's on the other end. you often try to push him away because you just ate something with garlic, or because you have yet to brush your teeth in the morning, but none of that really matters to him. in fact, he cherishes every sensation that comes with it, be it a taste of what you ate, the feeling of your dry lips when you forget to put on chapstick, or a string of saliva that keeps you connected after you pull away - god, that one makes him go weak in the knees. he especially likes when you take the initiative, it makes him feel loved and all warm inside (he would never admit that though). and if you lead the kiss, maybe a bit riled up from something happening at work or because you've missed him? oh, he's a goner.

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frightenedcricket · 1 month ago

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One of our songs.

Noah Sebastian x Reader. Fluff.

Note: first noah fic!!!

Warning: none, I think.

You muttered the lyrics written in your notebook while your fingers moved up and down in the air. Noah watched you from the corner of his eye as he pretended to be working on something.

"Is it... Uh... That's how it happened, right? He cheated"

You sighed and turned to look at him.

You had written the song with Noah, mostly based on your ideas and feelings that kept flowing after a few bad weeks. He simply offered a few changes, way to express certain things and how to make it more "singeable".

"Yes"

Noah nodded and mimicked you. Now, you both sat looking at each other.

"Sorry for using your band as therapy" You chuckled.

He laughed and shook his head. "Our pleasure"

You went quiet for a while, both a bit lost in your thoughts.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Any of you liked him, Noah. What would have happened?"

"Yeah, I see your point" He chuckled.

You leaned your head against the chair and watched him. Noah was now looking at the desk.

"Are you sure about the song?"

"For now? It sounds amazing" You said. "Need to hear it from you, and the guys' green light."

Noah nodded. "You can just say no anytime. We won't release it if is too personal"

You grabbed his hand and run your thumb over his knuckles. "Thanks, Noah"

"No, thank you for giving us this lyrics."

"Hey, sorry. There was a lot of traffic." Nicky walked in with sweaty cheeks and his hair quite messy, but had some coffee.

"Nah, don't worry dude. You have to check this" Noah gave you a sweet smile and that's how you started producing the song.

A few days later, you sat with your eyes closed and headphones on, Noah sitting by you in the silent room. It was your first time listening to the song and there was something special on it. It took you a while to figure it out. But when you realized, your mouth opened and you turned to look at him. The other guys were outside having some drinks after a long day, so it was just the two of you.

Noah smirked and crossed his arms.

"It's me" You muttered.

You didn't think they would use it. You had sung the song once. It was recorded and everything, you had agreed. But this...

"Noah" you pushed the headphones back right when his voice came back.

"Listen. We can remove it. We actually have two versions. But if you like it and you agree, we want you to feature in the song."

You didn't know what to say.

"Maybe not like huge thing. But we want your name on it"

"My name is already on it"

"Bigger this time. YN, half of the album is also yours. Do you think we could do this without you?"

"Probably"

He rolled his eyes and grabbed your hand.

"I disagree. It's on you, YN. Feel free"

You considered it for a few seconds. Your voice was there, doing some chorus and melodies. It wasn't a big thing.

"Don't make it too big"

"Promised" You linked your pinkies and smiled sweetly at each other, that warm love between you two obviously showing. Maybe not enough because any of you seemed to notice.

A few minutes later, Noah walked you to the kitchen, where he passed you your drink of choice and lifted his.

"To YN, who finally sings one of our songs."

"To YN!"

Months passed and the song had been released a while ago. It had been a good one, the fans liked it and it sounded good on live.

"YN"

You turned to see Folio by the door.

"Mhm"

"Uh... Can you come with us for a minute?"

Why did you tour with them? Good question. Some days you still wondered what was your job apart from songwriting.

When you left the room, you found all of them looking with suspicious smiles.

"Okay, what's wrong? What have you done?"

"Nothing yet" Jolly chuckled.

"I'm scared"

"We want to ask you something" Noah started.

Then, Nicholas followed:

"What do you think about singing with us on the stage?"

You gasped too loudly, making them all laugh at your genuine reaction.

You needed a few days to prepare for it, attending to rehearsals and sound checks. But it all went smoothly.

"So, I announce you and then you come in."

You nodded with your eyes fixed on Noah's hands. They were the perfect distraction. Tonight was the night and nerves were eating you.

"You will be there, right?"

Noah smiled, more to himself than anything, but if someone had seen him... The guys would have teased him so much.

"Of course. I will always be"

You nodded with a rapid beating heart.

"But listen, we follow you. You can run away if you want to" He chuckled. "It will be fine"

You nodded and grabbed his hand in a sweet thankful gesture.

"Thank you"

"Free therapy, sweetheart"

You chuckled and blushed at the same time. It wasn't usual to hear him call you pet names, but oh how you loved them.

"My actual therapist would hate you for that"

"Sure thing"

Noah got up and lean to kiss your forehead.

"Remember, black outfit"

You rolled your eyes and tried to hid the blush.

"See you in twenty"

You nodded and watched him walk outside the room, leaving you enough space to think about what would happen at the end of the show, how Noah had guided you through the whole process, how he had been singing a song about your shitty ex for weeks now, how him and the guys had allowed you to pour your rage and feelings in that song only to perform it for you, how now they were giving you the opportunity to do it yourself.

"Okay... That's the last one" Matt whispered to you. "Ready?"

You nodded and the manager hugged you.

"Okay, you've got this"

"Now! We have a very special guest tonight" Noah climbed on his step and look at the fans, who shouted at him. "Are you ready!?" They shouted back at him once more. "Make some noise!" He finally growled as Nick's hands finally fell on the drums.

The lights, the music, the fans, the guys... Noah... They waited for you, the signer with a had stretched out.

With an encouraging push from Matt and the mic in your hand, you stepped in the stage. It all became loud, still, Noah waited for you. You grabbed his hand and he pulled you up in the step. And then he let go of you and moved back.

It was refreshing, so relaxing, so... The adrenile filled your veins so soon, as soon as you saw all that people singing back at you, singing those lyrics about such a sad moment. But you also heard him. For this performance, you had switched places. Your voice was the main one as Noah stood behind you. What originally was your voice doing melodies and choruses, was now Noah screaming and growling, which made your skin crawl.

And almost at the end, during the climax, he appeared next to you and grabbed your hand. You turned to him and looked into his eyes. This hadn't been planned. You hadn't rehearsed this but now you were singing together and you felt so light.

You reached the highest note easily, hand in hand, with him screaming one last time. And then it all went dark and the instruments faded. The loud sounds of people filled the theater.

You were shaking, but it was excitement. Then Noah pulled you to his body and you felt yourself coming back to reality again. His tall lanky body engulfed you and his strong arms kept you close. So close. You hugged him back and gripped his turtleneck so hard you could have ripped it.

Your chest were pressed and you were breathing hard. Then, still in the dark stage, only with faint white background lights, Noah kissed your temple and you felt a wave of feelings. It was there, right there.

The lights came back and he faced the stage, still with his arm around your shoulders. You tried to focus on something else, maybe Folio by your other side who was ruffling your hair, or the fans... But still it was only him you could think of. You stayed with them for the last goodbye to the fans.

You were the one who left the stage first, almost hyperventilating and with your ears buzzing.

You heard them behind you, congratulating each other and hugging.

You turned around and your eyes fell on his, he was already looking at you.

"Noah" You whispered.

He only saw you mouthing his name, but stopped walking. The guys passed you.

"Noah" You repeated his name. He nodded. He knew, he could feel it too.

You finally walked to him and your bodies clashed. Then your lips. You kissed fervousily and your hands roamed his sweaty hair. His arms wrapped around your body and pulled you impossibly close.

The kiss was intense, hard... Teeth clashed, tongues played with each other and little noises escaped you both. You could still hear the eco of the fans outside. But that was all. There was nothing else but Noah.

"Oh god" You panted as you pulled back. With your forehead against his and your hands on his tattooed neck, you could feel his quick pulse. "Noah"

"Yes" He nodded and moved his hand to the side of your face. You both still had your eyes closed and your lips wet from the kiss. Your body only begged for more.

Noah kissed you once more, softly this time, tilting your head back so he could kiss you deeper. "I'm here" He whispered in your mouth.

You finally opened your eyes and he looked at you.

"I love you" That was all you need to hear.

#noah sebastian #noah sebastian x reader #Fic #Bad omens #NS

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thrillered · 4 months ago

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"You Know I Mountain Dew It For Ya" | Spencer Agnew x Reader | Pt. 6

Pt. 6: the pod

You sat at the smosh mouth desk, sipping on a mountain dew kickstart that you stole from Spencer. You figured if you were going to talk about your song you should have mt dew, as fanservice. The crew was finalizing camera settings and waiting for Amanda and Shayne.

“This kinda sucks” You said, taking another sip of your drink.

“Ouuu, i’m gonna tell spencer.” Kiana teased. Earning an eye roll from you.

After a few minutes everyone was ready to record. “Hello everyone and welcome back to Smosh Mouth, I’m Shayne.”

“And I’m Amanda. And today we have a very very special guest, all the way from big hollywood and the desk around the corner from mine, Y/N”

“Big Hollywood wow” You laughed.

“You have skyrocketed in fame.” Shayne comments.

You sighed deeply, “Yeah…”

“Uh Oh, that doesn’t sound good.” Amanda responds.

“No no It’s really awesome it’s just been different, I guess.” You began, “I’ve been in the public eye for quite a while now but, obviously, never like this.”

“Let’s rewind a little,” Shayne interjected, “you guys know Y/N, she’s been with Smosh for years now. At this point, dare I say, one of the most loved cast members.”

“Oh stop it.” You giggled.

“Well it’s true, everyone loves you. Especially me.” Amanda jokes.

“I can see the fan edits already. Wait, we need to stare at each other longingly.” You piled on.

“Anyway,” Shayne laughed, “What a lot of people don’t know, well not anymore, is that you are a musician as well.”

“Yes, I’ve been writing music my entire life but I started producing my music about a year before I joined Smosh. I got much more serious about it thanks to Josh, shoutout josh.” You explained. “I have a stockpile of songs, I’ve only released a few though.”

“You have two albums out right?” Amanda asked.

“Yeah I have two albums, three EPs, and three singles, the newest being everyone's favorite Espresso.”

You continued bantering, answering questions and talking about your career. You enjoyed how much both Shayne and Amanda cared about what you had to say, being able to deepdive into some of your music was a lot of fun. You even learned that Shayne listened to your entire discography over the weekend.

“Let’s get into the juicy stuff” Amanda began, “We sent out a community post where people could ask Y/N questions so let’s get into some of those.”

“First up is from Gianna L: What was the inspiration behind Espresso?”

“I really just wanted to make something fun and bright. A lot of my music comes from a very vulnerable place but I’ve just been so happy that this song stems from that. I’ve felt like myself and truly I have smosh to thank for that.” You rambled, “Okay to wrap it up, Espresso was inspired by being confident and loving yourself because it makes you irresistible.”

“I actually love that so much,” Amanda smiles.

“Yeah that type of thinking is important,” Shayne adds, “I would know, I have a psychology degree.”

You answered some more questions regarding your creative process and your lyrics. You got to talk about how you make coffee for the whole office almost everyday in regards to the lyric: “That morning coffee brewed it for ya”. Then the inevitable happened.

“The most asked questions are about Spencer.” Shayne began, “For those of you who don’t know, Spencer is the director of the games channel and is often in videos as well.”

“But most importantly,” You cut Shayne off, “he’s my best friend.” You finished, earning a few ‘awww’s from the room. “Believe me, I have seen the conspiracy theories and comments about “Spenspresso”-- great name by the way. And yes, some of the lyrics were inspired by my dear friend. I wouldn’t be the person I am today without him and since this song is about finding confidence I had to give a nod to my best buddy, one of the people who have always supported me and made me into the best version of myself.”

You laughed, “I wish I could give a more juicy answer but it’s just a little thank you to my best friend. That doesn’t mean I want the edits to stop, I do love those, and the fan art. Me and Spencer send them to each other constantly.”

You wrapped up the podcast, hoping confessing your platonic love for Spencer was enough to keep the heat off of you for a while. That is until you stare at Spencer for too long in the next games video and people clip it.

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“How was the pod?” Spencer asked, setting his lunch down and sitting in the chair next to you.

“It went well, It was actually so much fun to talk about myself for so long,” You jested. “You’re gonna get an ego boost out of it though.”

“And why is that?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow and sending you a knowing smirk, the action making the tips of your ears hot.

“Oh shut up.” You shoved his chair away playfully. He quickly scooted it back to you, even closer than before, your knees bumping each other.

You both finished your lunches quickly, Spencer opting to head back to his desk to work. You followed him, sitting on a couch near him, scrolling through your phone until you heard a few muffled “fuck fuck fuck”s coming from Spencer.

You got up and stood behind him looking at his monitor. “What’s wrong?” You asked.

“Nothing, it’s just an issue with the audio of the last games video, I don’t think it’ll be able to be recovered” He responded, his shoulders tightening as he rubbed a stressed hand over his face.

You knew Spencer worked really hard on that video, he had been so excited to have the cast play the game and now it seems like it will never see the light of day.

“I’m sorry Spence,” you said, knowing there wasn’t much you could do to help. Noticing how tense he was you placed your hands on his shoulders and began massaging them, working at the many knots.

He let out a low groan as you pushed into a particularly nasty spot on his shoulder. As you worked your fingers through his neck and shoulders his groans turned into sighs of relief.

“That feel any better?” You asked, hoping you could assist your friend.

He rolled his neck a few times, “Holy fuck, that’s actually so much better. How did you do that?”

“I took a single massage class in college for a random credit I needed.” you replied, running your fingers through his hair as he tilted his head back to look at you.

“You’ve gotta do that more often, I feel like I got my damn neck replaced.” He laughed.

“You just let me know, I learned back, hands, and legs too so..” You trailed off, winking at him, relishing in the pink hue that graced his features. “Lunch is almost over, I gotta go, I’m filming ‘you posted that?’. I’ll see you later, love ya Spency” You smiled, grabbing his hand and leaving a feather light kiss on his knuckles before walking away.

“You are so whipped dude.”

Spencer spun around to the source of the sound, seeing Alex Tran standing on the other side of the desks.

“God, is it really that obvious?” Spencer questioned.

“I wish you could’ve seen the googly eyes you were just sending Y/N,” Alex laughed, “Like, the whole office can feel the tension.”

“It’s not tension if it’s one sided.” Spencer rebutted.

“One sided my ass, she’s totally into you, has been forever, if I had to guess.”

Spencer thought about Alex’s words. Could you really feel the same way as him? He’s a smart guy, he knows that, so could he really have been so stupid this whole time to think you were just friends?

#spencer agnew #spencer agnew x reader #spencer agnew/reader #shayne topp #smosh #smosh games #smosh pit #smosh spencer #smosh cast #smosh fanfiction

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bluefairyhere · 1 year ago

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Afterwards || MGK scenario

¬Colson meets a fan backstage. Pairing->f!reader x colson baker Word count-> 2.0k cw. fluff, some deep convo, fan service, mentions of suicide, swearing.

The noise was unreal. You still couldn't belive you finally made it to kells' concert. It had been an odissey to get enough money to afford the plane and concert tickets, at some points you even wondered if it was worth it. However being here made you have no doubt--It was absolutely worth it.

"Thank you beautiful people for coming today," he practically yelled into the mic, his bright pink hair dripping drops of sweat."I'm afraid this will be the last song of the night."

The crowd sobbed loudly, but the sad atmosphere was quickly replaced with the festival of cords that was the beginning of WWIII. To you it felt like Colson was flying around, his instense energy being contagious to every single fan that was singing along the extravagant lyrics. Everyone was jumping and laughing like one big, jolly being.

Eventually the song was over, and everyone was ready to go back home, but Kells was thinking otherwise.

"Before y'all go back home, the crew and I have one more thing." you looked around just to see excited faces."We've decided to gift a V.I.P meet n' greet behind the scenes to three random people;"

He stepped aside and signaled to the big screens around him, which started showing pink explosions and sparkling silver and black dashes. Then, a series of numbers started to appear—it was ticket numbers.

Your heart was pounding fast, and you could feel the adrenaline pouring through your entire self. You knew it was beyond highly unlikely your number would appear on that screen, yet you couldn’t help but hope…

The first couple of numbers had already been announced, meaning there was only one left. One opportunity to meet Colson left. You knew it wasn’t gonna be you, but even being aware of it didn’t prepare you for the disappointment of realizing the third and final ticket number belonged to the person right next to you. The screen showed the number 118, while your number was 117.

You scowled silently. What a drag. At least i got to enjoy myself for a few hours was all you could say to yourself to make you feel better. You looked to your right, expecting to see the lady excited out of her mind, but she looked quite neutral. Thinking it was odd, you continued gathering your stuff to go back home.

“Excuse me.” You felt a slight pat on your shoulder along with the sound of a voice getting lost in the background noise. You turned around. “I can’t really attend the backstage thingie, I promised the sitter I’d be back home early. Would you like to go instead?”

To say you couldn’t believe your ears would be an understatement. “Sorry?” You said in shock. The lady looking back at you seemed to be in her late 30s, short brown hair and kind eyes. She giggled.

“I realize it’s weird, but I really can’t stay any longer. If you can’t accept it there’s no problem, I’ll just ask someone else.”

But before she finished the sentence you interrupted with frantic nodding. “I’ll take it! It was just so unexpected! Are you really sure?”

“I’m really sure I can’t afford a different sitter right now,” she smiled honestly. “So yea.”

She offered you her ticket and you took it, hesitant. And there it was, the winning ticket—or one of them anyway—in your hands. You felt on top of the world.

“You have no idea how much this means to me, thank you so much.” You said while smiling as well, and she just brushed it off.

“Never meet your idols is something I’ve always firmly believed anyways. Have a good time!” After saying that she quickly left.

It took you a while to get it together. The whole situation felt crazy to say the least. You just knew your friends were gonna be so jealous (in a nice way) and eager to hear the whole thing. They simply were not gonna believe this!

You made your way to the backstage entrance, where a bodyguard and some other staff members were to make sure everything went smoothly. The other two people in front of you, who you assumed were the other winners, seemed to be really excited as well.

One of the staff members explained that each of us would have approximately ten minutes with Colson, in the order the winners were announced. They also gave you some merch, which you naturally loved. You immediately put on a little rubber band around your wrist that came in the carefully organized package.

After some time, it was finally your turn. You were so excited the waiting felt like a blink. The bodyguard walked you through a hallway with a bunch of doors on either side, until finally you reached one that had a piece of paper sticked to it. “MACHINE GUN KELLY”

Your heart immediately skipped a bit, you couldn’t believe you were actually going to meet MGK. Machine Gun Kelly. Colson Freaking Baker. You inhaled some air hoping it would calm you down—of course it didn’t—and the bodyguard opened the door.

There he was. A smoky blunt on one hand and his phone on the other. He wasn’t really sweaty anymore, and his hair was a mess yet his face looked so calm. His see-through shirt revealed his contoured torso full of tattoos. You knew he was tall but seeing him in person for the very first time... he seemed taller than anyone could ever be. Just the arch of his nose and piercing eyes made you feel like oxygen wasn’t so necessary anymore-

“You don’t have to stand all the way there,” his raspy voice took you out of the trance in a heartbeat, which made you a little shy due to your awkward demeanor. “C’mere”

Once again hesitantly you walked a little closer to him, who was no longer leaning against the wall nor unaware of your presence. Colson was standing up—god he got even taller-- and looking at you in a curious manner. “What’s your name?”

You whispered the answer, unable to look into his eyes for longer periods of time than twenty seconds each. He giggled, amused.

“You’re not very talkative, are you?” Now it was your turn to giggle. For some reason his unpreoccupied remark eased you into the moment. “Sorry,” you sighed “college didn’t teach me anything on how to talk to someone like you.”

He walked closer to you and sat in a nearby chair. “Woah, someone like me? And here I thought we're getting along.”

You laughed out loud again and he smiled in return and inhaled the blunt resting between his fingers. Now you were starting to feel actually comfortable.

“I didn’t mean it like that!” You hugged yourself while walking a little closer as well. “I meant someone so famous and admirable. We’re just very different.”

He appeared to think about it for a second and then signaled to a chair close to his with his almost fully smoked blunt, indicating you should sit down.

“I don’t think we’re that different, you and I.” He stated firmly, looking right into your eyes. You could feel your ears burning a bit, but naturally decided to just ignore it.

“We are very, very different…” you began right after you sat on the chair but stopped mid-sentence because you weren’t sure about how to adress him, which he somehow seemed to notice.

“Call me whatever, I literally don’t care.” Usually that sentence would’ve sounded harsh due to its very nature, but coming out of his mouth it didn’t make you feel any of those things. He meant it, he didn’t seem to mind at all.

“Is Colson alright?” He nodded while inhaling the last puff out of his blunt. "ye's fine."

You could feel once again the air filling up with awkwardness, but you weren't gonna let it. It's not every day you get to have a one-on-one conversation with THE Machine Gun Kelly.

"Tell me something about you."You spat before you could think twice about it. He frowned, unsure of what you meant."Tell me something you'd like me to know about you. Something I shouldn't know, or something you've never said to anyone. Tell me something about you." You stared right into his cerulean gaze."Anything."

He laughed outloud, strong peals of laughter filling the room. You wondered how come this was better than all the songs he performed at the concert--the sound of his laugh."What's so funny?"

"You were so shy like a second ago and now you're asking shit like that." He pointed, still slightly smiling. "Why do you want to know?"

"Because I do." You quickly replied, simply. "It's not every day a girl gets to be face to face with the one and only MGK."

Colson's smile became a mere smirk. You could tell he was thinking what could he possibly tell you.

"I make music for myself" he spat suddenly ", not for the fans. For me. The fact that they---you like it is just a plus. It's what helps me sleep at nights."

When you asked him to give you something you certainly weren’t expecting something half as deep as that.

"I guess we never really think you celebrities have demons as bad as that... not for real, anyway. Thanks for sharing that with me, you obviously didn't have to."

"Well, there's not much of a point. Not like we'll be meeting again." As he said this, the realization came down to you. You were not meeting again. You felt your heart irrationally sink.

"Still I appreciate i-" his raspy voice interrupted you before she could finish the sentence.

"Your turn."

"Sorry?"

"Your turn. Tell me some spicy shit about you, something not many people know."

Your mind went blank. Something about you no one knows? You were a rather private person so there were a bunch of things people didn't know, but which to pick? He shared a deep one so it was only fair and right for you to do the same.

"I love when it rains at night." His square-ish smile welcomed the statement.

"Dude, how is that deep?" You breathed in as you took long blinking.

"I was going to kill myself. It was like midnight or something, I had the pills ready and I was lying on my bedroom floor. There's a big skylight on the ceiling, you know? I was about to take them when suddenly it started raining." He wasn't really smiling anymore."And that made me smile. I like night time, and I like it when it rains, so together it's like... I don't know. I love it. And I realized if i did it, i was not going to be able to see the nightsky while it's raining, hear the drops of rain against the buildings and the ground. Nor would I smile again.”

"Now that is deep." He walked towards a metalic table and poured two glasses of what seemed to be gin. He then walked toward you and offered you one."I guess we’re not so different after all… Cheers to that."

You took it while smiling, mumbling "cheers to that, indeed" as your glasses clinked.

"Why did you tell me that?" He asked after taking a few sips. You shrugged and took another sip, looking up into his blue irises and feeling yourself getting lost in them.

"You said so yourself, it's not like we'll ever meet again. Might as well do some trauma dumping." You both laughed at the joke---self-deprecating humor is something you could instantly say you had in common.

"I like you, y/n. We might actually have to meet again." Your heart skipped a bit as he said that. Had you heard right? You somehow managed to keep your cool.

"Why? You just said we were never meeting again." You sighed. "I hope it's not pitty because of what I just told you."

"It ain't. You just peaked my interest. No one'd managed to do that for a while." He stared right into your eyes as he said that. Made you shiver.

"So we meet and what?" You asked, your heart running inside your chest.

"And we have a drink, what the fuck else?"

"Isn't there some rule that forbids you from doing shit like that, anyway?"You asked, genuinely curious.

"Ain't rules meant to be broken?" He answered and smirked before walking to the table once again and refilling his glass. He looked at you and softly swung the bottle in your direction, silently offering, but you shook your nead no since you hadn't finished the previous serving. "So what do you say? Tomorrow midnight at your favorite club?"

#mgk fanfic #mgk scenario #mgk imagine #mgk x reader #machine gun kelly x reader #machine gun kelly #colson baker x reader #colson baker #machine gun kelly imagine #Spotify #mgk x fan #mgkxfan #spilled ink #mgk one shoot #mgk one shot

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btsficsandsuch · 1 year ago

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Hi, I wanted to request a BTS × 8th member reader where they are not welcoming of her at the start and are hostile towards her but she is not treated by the management properly too . With a happy ending

I hope this is okay!

Warning: Swearing, Mentions of extreme dieting, Hints to physical abuse

Going To Be Better

“This is so stupid. We don’t need an 8th member.”, Yoongi spat. “I agree. Things are great the way they are.”, Taehyung added. Bang PD nodded in agreement but his words spoke differently, “I understand. It’s a big change but I think it’s going to be a good change. Bringing on this new member will surely bring in new fans. Just give Y/N a chance. She’s really talented. Have I ever done anything to try and jeopardize your careers?” The boys all nodded in understanding but the mood in the room was still tense.

To say you were nervous was an understatement. You were currently standing outside one of the recording studios trying to work up the courage to knock. When you finally were able to give three soft knocks you waited in silence. After a couple more knocks you were still met with more silence. Thinking maybe you didn’t hear them say to come in you gently pushed open the door and were met with three pairs of eyes staring at you.

“What the fuck? Don’t you know how to knock?”, Yoongi spoke. “Alright that’s enough hyung.”, Namjoon replied. Hoseok just sat there staring at you. Before anyone else could speak Bang PD walked in with a smile, “Oh I see you’ve met already. Everyone this is Y/N. I asked her to meet here to work on some new songs with you guys. I know I can count on you guys to treat her well.” Just as quickly as he appeared you watched him walk off typing away on his cell phone while you desperately wished he would stay. “Great, so they really weren’t kidding about this new eighth member?”, you heard someone speak and that’s when you noticed Jungkook, Taehyung, Jin, and Jimin sat in a corner of the room.

Trying to be kind you put on a smile and tried to introduce yourself, “Hello, like he said my name is Y/N. I was a trainee wit-“ but you were cutoff. “We don’t really want to hear your life story right now. Let’s see if you’re actually as talented as they say you are.”, Namjoon spoke. Shyly you made your way into the recording booth taking the lyric sheet from Jimin. A few moments later the melody began and you sang your heart out wanting to impress them. You honestly impressed yourself with how good you sounded.

Hearing a beep you looked over and saw that Yoongi was about to speak. Your heart sank a little when instead of praise you received nothing but criticism. Trying to hold back the tears you sang through the verse six more times before they were happy with it. Thankful when they finally told you to go home you couldn’t wait to get out of there. This definitely wasn’t going as you had hoped.

Over the next few weeks you practiced and practiced not wanting to disappoint. Big Hit officially announced you as the new 8th member of BTS and you were very well received by the fans and media. They said it was refreshing and they were excited to see how this progressed. Unfortunately the rest of the group still hadn’t come around to the idea. They weren’t as harsh with their words as they were at the start but they still kept their distance. Jungkook was the only one who was somewhat opening up to you. It probably had something to do with being closer in age to each other.

Today you were getting a crash course on the choreography. Hoseok felt that you weren’t quite getting it so he wanted you to get extra practice. “Y/N, I know it’s difficult but you should be going a little quicker. Is there something I can do to help you?”, he asked. You couldn’t discern if he was actually trying to be helpful or if he just wanted to rub it in. At this point you didn’t really care. The two of you had been at it for several hours now and you were exhausted. It didn’t help that it was already 9:00pm and you were currently functioning on a cup of black coffee and half a banana that you had for breakfast. One of the mangers had told you that you looked pretty chubby in your stage outfits and suggested you loose some weight. Even though you felt like passing out you smiled at Hoseok, “I’m sorry Hobi. I’ll try harder.” He nodded and you two ran through the choreography again.

Two weeks later you guys had your first official performance as a group of eight. Everyone was sitting backstage relaxing when one of the managers came walking through the door doing an inspection of outfits. When he got to you he looked you up and down and you knew it wasn’t going to be positive.

The closer he got the more you flinched trying to turn away. Jimin definitely noticed your behavior and knew something was going on. “Y/N, I thought we told you to loose weight. It doesn’t look like you’ve lost a single pound.”, he asked. You could feel your throat drying up. “I’ve been dieting and I’m constantly working on choreography and I go to the gym in what little spare time I have. If I eat any less I won’t be eating at all.”, you whispered. The manager scoffed, “Well then I suggest you stop eating in general. You might be talented but your visuals will bring the group down.” As you watched him turn and walk away you could feel seven pairs of eyes on you. The last couple months finally caught up to you and you couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. “Well you guys get what you’ve wanted this whole time. You can remain a group of seven. I quit.”, you said before walking out the door letting it slam behind you.

Thankfully you were able to find an empty room down the hall that you walked into so you could have some privacy. Sitting on the floor you released all the pent-up frustration and hurt that you had been feeling over the last couple months. You were so enthralled in your sorrows that you didn’t hear the door open causing you to jump when you felt someone grab your hand. You weren’t expecting Jimin to be standing there with a sad look in his eyes.

Before either of you could speak the door opened up and the other six members came following in. They all sat in a circle in front of you not speaking. Part of you wanted to tell them off and let them know how much they hurt you, part of you wanted to hear them out and maybe get an apology, and another part of you wanted to get up and walk out not giving them another minute of your time. Before you could decide Namjoon spoke, “Y/N we owe you a major apology. I know simply saying sorry isn’t enough but we’ve been really hard on you and not welcoming.” Yoongi added, “Yeah I’ve been particularly rough on you. It’s just been a big change that they threw at us and we weren’t expecting it. We handled it like spoiled children instead of responsible adults.” “Please don’t quit Y/N. You’re so talented and you do add something special to the group. We know it’s going to take time but we do want to make things right with you.”, Jin said with smile. Drying off what was left of the tears on your cheeks you smiled, “I would like to try and work on our relationship but unfortunately I don’t think I can continue. I’m not going to starve myself and diet like this. I’m not going to be treated like dirt by management. That’s not healthy. I’ve realized I’m better than that.” Namjoon nodded, “Let us take care of that Y/N. We’ll make sure he doesn’t bother you any more.” The guys helped you get up off the ground and each gave you a hug before walking out the door. Jimin stayed behind a little longer. Taking your hand in his he spoke, “Y/N I just wanted you to know that you’re beautiful the way that you are and you don’t have to change. That’s something that took me a long time to learn in this industry. I’m genuinely sorry for how we treated you and I’m sorry that we let management treat you like that too. We swore we would protect any new idols but we failed you. We’ll make sure you’re taken care of from now on.” “Thank you Jimin. I do appreciate that.”, you smiled and led him out into the hallway.

Thankfully the concert went off without a hitch. You hit all of your notes and we’re on point with the choreography. The fans also seemed to really love you. After the show Taehyung invited you back to the dorm for their post concert routine of ordering a ton of takeout and then crashing on the couch watching a movie. Things still felt a little awkward but you appreciated that they were trying to make things right and everyone knew it would take time.

The following day you made your way to the recording studio when you heard someone call your name. Turning around you saw Bang PD smiling at you as he invited you into his office. “Y/N, I had a long meeting with the boys this morning. They told me what happened yesterday with the manager and how he treated you. You should’ve come to me a while ago and let me know that this was going on. I just wanted to let you know that the manager in question has been dealt with and is no longer an employee of this company. Should this happen again please bring it to my attention immediately.”, he advised. “Thank you.”, was all you could say feeling a wash of relief that you don’t have to deal with this any more. After giving a quick goodbye you walked out of his office and went back over to the studio knocking on the door and waiting to be let in. A few moments later Yoongi greeted you with a smile, “Y/N come in! I’ve got a bunch of new songs we need to work on. I think your voice is going to add something great.” Happily you walked in a greeting Namjoon who was sat at the control table before taking a seat next to Jimin who reached over and gently gave your knee a squeeze reminding you that things were going to be better.

#bts #bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts imagines #bts angst #Jin #Yoongi #Namjoon #hoseok #Jimin #taehyung #jungkook #jhope #suga #rm #v #bts x 8th member #8th member of bts

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solaireverie · 1 year ago

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sv5 | stars all aligned and they intertwined

y/n's music: explained

[ fic here! ] originally y/n was just supposed to borrow parts of taylor swift's and maisie peter's music, but then i had to go and make it complicated because i really like coming up with headcanons. go figure lolololol

songs with links are the ones that are referencing irl artists' works. all others are my own ideas and any similarities with actual songs is completely accidental and coincidental.

this isn't y/n's full catalogue. this is the music that was relevant to the smau (and seb) and therefore the ones i put more thought into. the first photo of the three is the album cover.

if you'd be interested in hearing more about any of them (albums/songs/lyrics/ideas behind them) please please please send me an ask. literally all of the albums and songs are fully fleshed out and i just need an excuse to talk about them.

champagne — written during sebastian and y/n's first relationship. released sometime during seb's championship years (2010 - 2013). y/n wasn't quite as famous or established. they never confirmed their relationship to the public but it was an open secret. this was the album that became the precursor for her fame and popularity.

tracks: five, top step, call it what you want, liebling, four leaf clover, i can see you, watercolor skies, willow, in your arms, king of my heart, i know places, splash, castle tower

no man's land — written after sebastian and y/n broke up. released about a year after they split. this is the fan favorite and the one with the best writing. this was the album that truly catapulted y/n into stardom and made her a household name.

tracks: midnight rain, point taken, april showers, the archer, forgive and forget, caution, there it goes, tsunami, tightrope, wonderland, behind the smile, evermore, the black swan, playing house, picture perfect, finis

adore adore adore — written after they got back together and released sometime in late 2023. seb helped create a few of the songs. honestly i did a better job describing it in the actual fic. this is your sign to go read it if you haven't already. if you have, here's my undying love.

tracks: bouquet, this love, orpheus, spotlight, pillow talk, morning afters, candy floss, carnivale, crystal clear, reminisce, gilded age

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i-heart-hxh · 6 months ago

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My life will literally never be the same. You might already know this, but tonight I found out that what plays during the "You Are Light" scene is part of the orchestra/instrumental version of "Nagareboshi Kirari" (the ending song during the first half of the Chimera arc) which can be interpreted as Killua's feelings towards Gon. But during "You Are Light" the specific lyrics that are instrumental are:

"Shining, shooting star, you are in my dreams Its guidance of today will lead us to a different tomorrow One instant of light, please convey these feelings, I’ll find things I can do for your sake Carry them far into the distance"

...no one is allowed to ever doubt Killugon again, are you kidding me?

Hello!

This is such a lovely observation, thank you for sending it in! I didn't realize about the timing of the lyrics in the instrumental version used in that scene, and I think people will be happy to read this because it's very sweet.

I've talked about it before in more depth (and I apologize that I'm repeating things from the linked post), but the two members of YUZU are big fans of HxH and I've read that they wrote the ending themes for the anime after reading the whole manga over again, so the lyrics are very directly inspired by HxH. The 2011 anime's production is really filled with people who seem to see Gon and Killua's relationship in a romantic light, and they added all kinds of things like this.

I hesitate to say these added things (including songs and such) make it actually canon because only Togashi himself and what he includes in the manga can determine that, but I think it's very telling that so many people deeply involved with HxH express this kind of sentiment. It doesn't make it canon, but it does support the canon reading of it by showing that quite a few people who know the series so well and had the privilege of working on the anime see this element in their relationship. Also, who knows what Togashi did or did not say to the production crew about adapting his work, not making any assumptions but just saying...

Also, again I have to repeat that Nagareboshi Kirari has wedding bells in it!

Anyway, thank you for the lovely message!

#hxh #hunter x hunter #gon #killua #killugon #gonkillu #asks #rosewaterstories #my posts #2011 anime

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katerina-marie · 6 months ago

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I Know Everything You Don’t Want Me To (Meddle About)

Sukuna x Reader

Part 2

Two months ago, on a beach under golden sun, Ryomen Sukuna vehemently denied ever writing lyrics that could be misconstrued as anything close to romantic. At an awards show, when his band debuts a brand new song that seems to hint at the beginning of everything, you begin to wonder which one of you is the bigger liar.

Word Count: 8.7k

Notes: Sukuna x Reader celebrity!au. Meddle About by Chase Atlantic is the song that brought the idea of band member Sukuna into my head and it’s directly referenced in the fic below, so I recommend listening to it if you haven’t already heard it.

Content: bandmember Sukuna x actor female Reader (referred to as such, but left descriptively vague), no y/n, manager Nanami, bodyguard Toji, actor Gojo, found family vibes, some angst, fluff, crack, humor, out of character Sukuna (he's so fluffy), lightly explicit content (vaguely described sex), so please avoid accordingly. All characters are 18+ but only reader and Sukuna are involved in explicit content.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

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“A friend of a friend,” is how Nobara had described them, prattling on excitedly as you joined her in the car to venture off to god knows who’s house to listen to “some album” that the ‘friend of a friend’ was releasing with his band in a mere few days. You couldn’t quite discern if she was being intentionally secretive or was just as oblivious of the situation as you. The only reason you were talked into going was the fact that the ‘friend’ Nobara was speaking of was Toji’s son Megumi, and it was one of his friends that just happened to be a musician.

“They’re letting us get a sneak peak of the album before it comes out!” Nobara squealed, drumming her hands rapidly against her leather-wrapped steering wheel. “Isn’t it exciting?”

You weren’t sure if you would call having to sit and listen through what was probably some b-list band’s basement album exciting, but you didn’t want to spoil your friend’s fun, and you hummed in reluctant agreement.

So imagine your surprise when, upon first stepping into an elegant foyer of a meticulously decorated mansion, you recognized the shock of blossom-pink hair associated with the world’s most popular band of the last couple years. Yuji was all jubilant smiles and boundless energy, jogging towards you and Nobara with arms wide open. You hadn’t quite recovered as he wrapped the two of you in a hug, and you could only gape stupidly over his shoulder as you watched his brother Choso, and Megumi, trail in behind him. You were overly cognizant of the fact that there was a third brother missing, as if anyone could be ignorant of the so-called ‘King of Curses’, and you swept your eyes across the rest of the house that you could see, just to possibly catch a glimpse of him. You were a fan, you supposed, not overly invested but you enjoyed their music nonetheless. If that enjoyment had anything to do with the sharp eyes and handsome grin of a tattooed rock star, you would never admit it.

In an effort to calm the jitters coursing under your skin, you excused yourself in pursuit of finding a bathroom, vaguely hearing the directions thrown over Choso’s shoulder. You meandered down a hallway, took a detour through an expansive kitchen, and tucked yourself through the door to a polished half-bath. Once finished, you took a second to peer into the mirror, smoothing down any flyaways on your head and making sure your outfit sat neatly. If you pinched at your cheeks lightly to bring some color to them…no you didn’t.

You had gone no further than a couple steps after leaving the bathroom when you heard a voice sound out from a small breakfast nook across the kitchen.

“I know you,” it crooned, and with barely there restraint, you turned slowly to face the one who’d spoken, locking eyes with Sukuna.

“And I know you,” you replied back calmly, praying you didn’t look as nervous as you felt. He was leaning forwards on the table, elbows propped up so he could cradle his chin in his hands. His expression was neutral, but his eyes were observant, not missing how you cocked your hip slightly and shoved your hand into your pockets.

Sukuna and Yuji, despite having a couple years and another brother between them, looked eerily similar. Though, where Yuji’s hair usually flopped over his forehead and into his eyes, Sukuna kept his swept back. The planes of Yuji’s face were soft and round, some remnants of youthful exuberance still clinging to his cheeks, and it made you wonder, however many years ago, if Sukuna’s face looked the same before time, age, and responsibility angled his jaw and narrowed his eyes. You made a note—that you also tried to pointedly forget—to search the internet for any evidence of such that might exist. You doubted you would find any though. For as famous as he and his brothers were, there was never much to be said about him. He kept to himself, seldom giving interviews or granting more than a scant few pictures with fans here or there. Sukuna’s romantic involvements were treated the same way. He wasn’t so much a womanizer as he was simply detached, you suspected for some reason unknown to you, and only on occasion would a photo get circulated of him with a woman caught in the mundane, never anything sensual or scandalous. They wouldn’t ever be seen together again, but never did any one of them ever say or do anything to indicate that something regretful befell their relationship—if that’s what one could call it.

“So, you’re one of Yuji’s friends that came to listen to the album?” Sukuna asked, drawing your attention back to him. You nearly died inside when you realized you had zoned out with your eyes on him, and the bemused look on his face told you he noticed.

“A friend of a friend,” you muttered, “but yes.” He didn’t say anything back and took the opportunity of silence to drag his eyes up and down your body once or twice. You were about to start squirming when he stood up from the table and made his way over to come to a stop a half step in front of you. He bit down on the corner of his lip, looking an awful lot like he was considering something, and as you went to open your mouth and ask, he lifted his hand and used it to gesture towards the kitchen exit.

“We shouldn’t keep them waiting,” he said, taking the lead and leaving the same way you came in. You followed after him, not quite walking next to him, but just a bit behind his shoulder.

The evening hours passed by you in something close to a fog. The group of you lounged in a great room overlooking a beautifully manicured backyard and a pool through glass french doors. Music was coming out of speakers you couldn’t discern the location of, and you spent the passing time furtively watching as Sukuna would come and go from the room, bringing a round of snacks or drinks and mingling for a few minutes before disappearing again. In between his comings and goings, the two of you would meet each other’s eyes for a fleeting second before returning to whatever conversation you each were having. At one point, Sukuna had leaned down over your chair to place down a platter of glasses, and it took all your self control to sit still as his torso passed over your shoulder and filled the space around your head with the smell of his cologne. The whole time you tried to focus on the music, as it was truly incredible—as expected for the three brothers—but a buzz of anticipation was building in your chest, and didn’t seem keen on tempering down. When nearly an hour passed since the last time Sukuna left the room and hadn’t returned, you resigned yourself to leaving without seeing him again that evening, especially now that Nobara, Yuji, Megumi, and Choso were chatting about some restaurant with a late-night menu and a hidden back room.

“Are you coming?” Nobara asked you. You considered it for a moment before responding.

“Well, I am hungry–,”

Movement from behind the group caught your attention and your breath stuttered in your chest when you caught sight of Sukuna leaning against the doorway, shaking his head slowly.

“–But I’m also pretty tired, so I think I’ll take a raincheck. I’ll have Toji come pick me up so I don’t keep you guys. I’ll just wait here if that’s okay?” Choso gave you a small nod while Yuji shot you a joyful grin, and then you were waving them off as they filtered out of the house, the front door closing with an audible click that echoed through the suddenly quiet house. Sukuna padded through the open lounge until he reached where you sat on one of the couches. The two of you observed each other briefly before he held out a hand in front of you and motioned with his head towards the french doors leading to the backyard and beyond.

“Follow me?”

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“Are you following me?”

Toji’s voice jerked you from whatever daydream you had been caught in, and you stared at him wide-eyed as he looked at you expectedly.

“I…I’m sorry, I was off in my own head,” you told him, shaking away the memories as you forced yourself to focus on what your bodyguard had been saying. “Can you repeat that?”

Toji looked at you strangely for another moment before cutting his eyes towards Nanami who sat across from you and next to your bodyguard in the back of a modified SUV. No one spoke for a minute, Nanami watching you with a knowing eye until Toji finally resumed conversation.

“In the hopes of keeping the evening incident free and mine and Nanami’s blood pressures low, let’s go over a list of things we aren’t going to do tonight, yeah?”

You had hoped the displeased look on your face would have kept Toji from continuing on with whatever was rolling around inside his head, but he didn’t seem any more likely to stop himself than you were likely to get your wish to go home.

“Can I opt out?”

“No,” he said firmly.

With a resigned sigh, you motioned Toji on with a wave of your hand.

“Number one, we will not insult Gojo Satoru to his face on camera, no matter how strong the temptation.”

You scoffed, leaning back in your seat to cross your arms and level Toji with a haughty stare. “I do have self control, thank you very much.”

He cocked a brow and returned your retort with a look of such blatant disbelief that you couldn’t help being offended.

“Number two,” he began pointedly, “we will not sneak off to inappropriate places with certain pink-haired rock stars to do very inappropriate things.”

The feeling of confident self-satisfaction disappeared as quickly as it had come.

“That was uncalled for,” you hissed, embarrassment flaring at how Toji laughed and even Nanami seemed to be fighting off a smile.

Traitor.

“Anything else then?” you asked. Toji’s smirk faltered and he shot a quick look down at his hands as if a page full of notes for his predetermined rules would appear out of thin air.

“Ah…no. That’s actually all I got.”

You rolled your eyes with a shake of your head and shifted your body towards Nanami, “Everything is set to happen according to what I asked for?”

Ever dutiful and prepared, Nanami gave you a nod as he whipped out his phone and grabbed a peculiar pair of glasses from his suit pocket to place high on the bridge of his nose.

“You are set to arrive on the red carpet five minutes after Gojo does. You’ll take photos individually, and then come together for more photos as previously discussed between you, him, and your producer.” Nanami glanced up at you, his eyes keenly aware of what you were doing with the demands you gave him, and you cursed his perceptiveness. There must have been something unwelcoming on your face because he continued on with a clearing of his throat.

“The two of you are seated on the other side of the room from ‘The Curses’, and you’ll be presenting the final award of the night with Gojo, of which the aforementioned band is not nominated, so there will be no chance of interaction in front of the general public. Other than a brief after-show interview with Gojo on the way out, there are no other requirements of you for the night.”

You let out a shaky exhale, wishing it would take along with it the jumble of nerves that had taken over your mind the last couple of days, only for them to have increased exponentially as the event of the evening neared. There wasn’t anything particularly worrisome that had happened recently, but this would be the first time you would see Sukuna in nearly two weeks, the longest the two of you had gone without seeing one another in the nine or so months since this…thing between the two of you began. Everything was fine, you had been telling yourself, despite getting antsy from the absolute undoing that you and Sukuna seemed to be on the precipice of. You’d be fine with nothing more from him than secret meetings and unspoken feelings, just like you’d be fine if the two of you walked away from each other with nothing but memories behind you.

Liar, liar, liar.

You felt the car begin to creep to a slow halt, and you anticipated no more than a minute or two to check your appearance before you were expected to exit the vehicle and parade yourself down a carpet lined with photographers.

“Do I look okay?” you asked, nervously glancing up at Nanami and Toji as the routine nerves that accompanied huge events like this began to make you tremble slightly.

“You look gorgeous,” Toji encouraged, offering you a quirk of his lips as Nanami echoed his statement, “the dress was a good pick.”

You took a glimpse down at the garment, noting how it melded to your form in some places and flowed in draping waves in the next. Your chest and shoulders were left bare, just a skimpy pair of wilting sleeves falling down your upper arms until they nearly brushed your elbows. In place of a high neck or straps, a necklace of diamonds wrapped around your neck, settling over your collar bone and dripping down a small delicate line to dangle between your shoulder blades. If someone asked you about the color of the dress, you’d insist that you singled it out from a litany of others because it would perfectly compliment the navy of Satoru’s suit and that it had absolutely nothing to do with its burgundy brown hue that reminded you of Sukuna’s eyes.

“It’s time,” Nanami announced, and you watched with bated breath as Toji exited the vehicle, knowing he would appear to open your door in the next couple seconds. “We’ll be waiting for you here in the car when the evening is over.” You replied with a nod and scooched to the edge of the seats as Toji pulled the door open, leaning in with his hand out to assist you out of the car.

“Have a fun evening, Princess,” he said, flashing you a quick wink as you took your first step onto the concrete. The red carpet started just a few feet in front of you, and you could hear a roar of voices and the shuttering of cameras as photographers got wind of your arrival. You bid Toji goodbye with a small wave and took off down the path in a mellow walk, concentrating on pasting a dazzling smile on your face and kicking the front of your dress out of your way on the side that wasn’t slit halfway up your thigh. You stopped midway down the carpet and allowed for the flashing of cameras to work you into a mindless daze. Occasionally, you would change which hip you leaned on or would turn to offer a demure smile over your shoulder. When the shouting escalated, you looked to your right and watched as Satoru sauntered up to your side.

“Hey,” he greeted you, sliding an arm low on your back and grinning down at you, “how’s your evening so far?”

“Well, my boobs are being held up with something akin to duck tape. How do you think I’m doing?” Satoru grimaced at your words and you couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of you. In true fashion, the cameras were quick to shutter their lenses to capture the interaction.

“Despite filling my head with that painful image, you should know you look stunning—if it isn’t obvious.”

“Thank you,” you told him, still smiling through the words for the sake of the photos. You broke your focus away from the barrage of flickering light and studied him out of the corner of your eye. His navy suit was tailored to fit his exact form, skimming over his body in a way that even you could admit was mouthwatering. The color offered stark contrast against the paleness of his skin and white of his hair, but did nothing to detract from the captivating cerulean of his eyes. Not that you thought there was anything existing that could. “You look handsome, Satoru.”

Your co-star turned to you with a brilliant smile on his face, the lines at his eyes tightening with the motion, and exclaimed, “Don’t I know it!” You scoffed good naturedly.

Only another minute went by before Satoru was suddenly pulling away from you, dropping his arm from your back to take a step behind and around you, only to appear again on your left side. Before you could question him, you felt his hand slide across your shoulder to tease at the rope of diamonds at your back, the whispers of his fingers against your skin causing you to shiver. He only paused there for a heartbeat or two before his hand continued on to smooth down your side and come to a stop to rest over your right hip. His fingers curled into the fabric of your dress slightly, and he used his grip to haul you against his side. You thought nothing of it, considering it Satoru’s usual antics all done in the name of offering a convincing performance for the sake of padding your pockets. You didn’t think twice as you leaned into it, nor did you break far from him as the two of you walked away from the unrelenting photographers and found solace in the covered entryway leading into the event center. Nothing about the situation would have made you stop to ponder it beyond thinking of what a pretty photo it would make, not until you happened to catch a glimpse of pink hair weaving in and out of the crowd ahead of you before disappearing through double doors.

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In the time following the red carpet, you and Satoru found yourselves seated in the grand auditorium, placed at a nondescript white table that sat next to many others as they all curved around the stage in a crescent shape. In a silent, grateful prayer to Nanami, you were relieved to find that Sukuna’s table, where he was joined by his brothers and their friends, was situated behind you and at a far enough distance that you didn’t have to worry about catching glimpses of him out of your peripheral vision. In an effort to further distract yourself, you dove into the dinner that was sitting in front of you and continued to mingle on and off with Satoru and other famous acquaintances.

The night carried on without cause for concern, moments of conversation paused as awards were announced and speeches were given. You clapped when it was called for. You smiled accordingly when a camera passed in front of your table. You even remained perfectly composed when the show went to commercial and the stage came alive with movement as staff prepared it for the biggest performance of the evening. It wasn’t until Yuji, Choso, and Sukuna appeared at the corner leading to backstage that your heart started to hammer in your chest. They looked out over the floor and to the audience with mild disinterest, talking amongst themselves and occasionally pointing towards something on the stage as instruments were brought out and microphones were adjusted on their stands. You just barely managed to flit your gaze away from them as Sukuna turned his head and seemed to spot you in the crowd.

“What’s wrong with you?” Satoru asked lazily, his elbow braced on the table so he could drift into your space. You raised your brows at him, fiddling with a ring adorning your finger.

“There’s nothing wrong,” you told him, but even you weren’t convinced by the strained nonchalance in your tone.

“Really?” He asked, drawing out the first syllable in a way that told you he had seen right through you, “because your secret lover has been tossing glimpses your way and not once have you looked back at him in that adoring way of yours. Trouble in paradise?”

You sputtered, “No! Nothing’s wrong!”

Liar, liar, liar.

Before you could try and further convince Satoru of something you probably didn’t even believe yourself, the lights in the auditorium suddenly went dark, and there was a collective gasp from the audience as a dark red haze illuminated the silhouettes of Sukuna and his brothers in all their glory on stage. Your stomach fell out from under you in a sickening swoop, and you clenched your fingers into the napkin in your lap to give them something to do, lest you begin picking at your manicure.

You watched with nervous anticipation as a few more dim lights turned on, and it was just enough to see the band as they formed a triangle in their designated positions. Sukuna was at the very front with an electric guitar in hand and a microphone in front of his mouth. Choso and Yuji were situated parallel to each other a ways behind their elder brother, one seated at a drum set and the other standing at a keyboard, respectively. At the very back of the stage a congregation of other musicians and staff were there to offer their required support.

There was one second before Sukuna began playing his guitar that you contemplated sneaking off to the bathroom for the entirety of the performance, but his eyes flashed to you ever so briefly, and it was enough to pin you to your chair. He didn’t stray his gaze your way again as he opened his mouth to begin singing.

Even in spite of the turmoil swirling around inside of you, there was no denying how magnetizing Sukuna looked on stage. His hair was done in its normal style, but gleamed under the light from the pomade that held it in place. His suit was black and the shirt under it—which you could’ve sworn was the same swatch of color as your dress in this light—was opened one or two buttons more than usual, allowing the jagged black shapes of the tattoos on his chest to peek out.

Sukuna wasn’t known for being overly energetic on stage and didn’t jump around from place to place. He stayed rooted at his spot in front of the microphone, only dropping back to play next to one of his brothers if a particular moment in a song allowed for it. Instead, it was the subtle movement of his body that so captivated people. At more than one performance of theirs, you had been distracted by the way he would trace his fingertips up and around the microphone stand as he sang, knowing he had done the same thing against your spine the night prior. You’d once gotten caught up in the slow gyration of his hips as he matched a beat, or even lost your train of thought at the way his shoulders would glide along with a rhythm one of his brothers would play. All of it, every little move and dip and ounce of him kept you completely enthralled, hanging off every word that came out of Sukuna’s mouth, and there was absolutely nothing you could do about it.

“...Cause it’s not just a figure of speech, you got me down on my knees, it’s getting harder to breathe out…”

Right, cause that’s believable.

“...I’d take you back to my house so we can meddle about…”

The hand that had been reaching for the glass of water in front of you spasmed, and you just narrowly avoided spilling it all over your neighbor’s dinner plate as you scrambled to keep it upright. You felt your mouth part as your breath left you in a strangled gasp and you could no more keep your head from snapping up towards him than you could forget exactly as to what he was referring to.

“Tell me,” you started, turning around to walk backwards and grin at him as the two of you followed the cobblestone path that connected the main house to the equally impressive guest lodge that Sukuna called his own, “what is there to do in this grand ol’ house of yours?”

He let out a small laugh through his nose and reached out a hand to grasp your arm when you teetered just slightly on a loose rock. You flashed him a grateful smile.

“Well, there’s a fully stocked gourmet kitchen if you’re still hungry for a late night snack.”

“Mhm, tempting,” you said, pretending to consider it as you fell back to walk normally at his side, “what else?”

“There’s a library. Aside from books we’ve all collected over the years, it's full of some eclectic poetry and a couple of paintings, amongst other things.”

“Intriguing. I’ll make sure to remember that for next time.” You had hoped it came off as interested and flirty, but not too presumptuous. It was hard to gauge his expression in the fleeting flashes of light that were cast upon one side of his face by the lanterns that littered the walkway. “Anything else?”

The two of you had just stepped into the alcove of his front door, and you used the small space to justify taking a half step closer as you tipped your head to look up at him. Sukuna was quiet for a moment, glancing away at the door, and then turned back towards you.

“It depends,” he said, shrugging lightly, “we could just kind of meddle about.”

You tilted your head to one side, unsure of exactly what he was implying. “What does that mean?”

Sukuna lips curled into a dangerous smile, his eyes closing slightly and in a way that felt daring, and he jerked his head towards the front door. “Why don’t we find out?”

All the memories involved in “finding out” that night rushed back in a flurry, flipping before your eyes as you struggled to wade through them while also focusing on the performance in front of you.

How it felt to kiss him for the first time. Sukuna had pulled you through the open front door only to push you back against it as soon as it closed. He continued kissing you in between hurried steps down a faintly lit hallway.

The urgent shuffle towards the bed, his room dark in color, but not nearly as cold and moody as you would have imagined. The way his hands traveled over every inch of you, grasping at your shirt to tug it over your head and peeling your bra straps down your shoulder so he could run his nose along your collarbone unencumbered.

Your small squeak of surprise when he finally removed his clothes and you were able to see exactly where else those tantalizing black tattoos marked his body, and the strangled noise he had let out when you dropped to your knees to kiss and lick a trail of them, starting from the tops of his thighs, to his chest, and eventually stopping to nip at one that curved over his shoulder.

You heard Satoru asking if you were okay, but he sounded miles away, muffled by the music, the excitement of the audience, and what was going on in your head. You felt similar to that moment, when the two of you were walking to his house and you had stumbled on a rock, and just before Sukuna had stabilized you, you had felt a flip through your stomach as you anticipated falling backwards.

The ghosting of his lips down your neck before he went farther down to mouth at your breasts. His weight pressed you into the plushness of his mattress and the muscles in his arms bowed and flexed with his movement. How your legs had parted to make room for him to settle between your thighs, and the way the fullness of him the first moment he was inside you had your back arching and the air in your lungs escaping with a gasp. Sukuna had sounded equally as wrecked. And in the end—some indistinguishable amount of time later from that first moment—when you had finished yet again, he followed right behind you, clutching you to his chest and groaning in your ear in a way that gave you goosebumps.

“Hey!” You felt an arm twine around your lower back as Satoru’s mouth brushed up against your ear. “Are you okay? I’ve called your name a couple times already?”

You turned to Satoru with a stricken look on your face, unsure of what to do other than shake your head at him and try to wrangle your features into something neutral. You ignored his concerned touch to your shoulder and reached out to take the glass of water in your hand you nearly spilled minutes ago and gulped the whole thing down in just a couple swallows.

You could begrudgingly admit to yourself when you were lying about what this whole involvement with Sukuna meant to you, if for nothing else than to protect your heart and mind. You knew you wanted him, and in more than just a lust-driven way. And you knew he wanted you, but were unsure if that desire ventured beyond the realm of physicality. But, if the way Sukuna let his eyes linger on you for the second time during his performance, and how he stumbled over his words and feet that day at the beach in a way that was undoubtedly uncharacteristic of himself, you would wager pieces of yourself that he had to be conflicted over it too.

The band’s performance wound down and finished with a flourish of grand applause and raucous cheering, and you clapped robotically as to not stand out from those sitting around you. Chatter continued amongst the room, and only a few minutes passed as the stage was being cleared before you and Satoru were fetched to present the final award of the night. The two of you lingered backstage until the cameras resumed rolling and a thick white envelope was pressed into your hand. Satoru held his arm out to you, and you tucked your hand into the crook of his elbow so he could lead the two of you out and onto the stage. You managed to keep an easy expression on your face and a cheerful smile stretched over your lips. You bantered with Satoru at the designated prompts and shouted gleefully when the two of you announced the winner of the award, before you both were swept away and set free from contractual obligations.

“I’m so sick of this damned dress,” you complained, yanking the fabric at your chest upwards as the sweat garnered from the sheer amount of nerves you had the entire evening was causing it to slip. You and Satoru hurried down the hallway exit to where reporters were waiting to get their post-show interviews, and you couldn’t tell if you kept your pace quick because of your intense desire to go home or because you desperately wanted to avoid running into a particular someone.

“That’s a shame,” Satoru pouted, batting his eyelashes at you in a way that was supposed to be endearing, but really just came across looking like he had something in his eyes. “I really like it.”

“You wear it then!” That got a hearty laugh out of him, and you were grateful when the joy of it actually lightened just a little the heavy pressure in your chest. Satoru recovered himself as the two of you were stopped by a reporter and began answering the relatively harmless questions about your shared movie and experiences working with each other. It was mindless work, and you could tell that the reporter was nearly finished before they turned to you and asked you a question directly.

“Tell us,” they began excitedly, “what did you think about ‘The Curses’ performance and the new song they debuted tonight?” With a tilt of their microphone in your direction, they watched you expectedly, and you scrambled to come up with something that would sound objectively positive.

You wished Sukuna would use actual words and tell you directly what he felt about you instead of hiding it in a song.

You wished he would leave you alone if he wanted nothing more than for someone to warm his bed when he felt like it.

You wished you felt nothing.

“I think the sound was great and typical of them, even if the lyrics seemed atypical. It'll be interesting to see what the band puts out together going forward. What did you think, Satoru?” You swung your head towards your co-star, rerouting the reporter’s attention to hopefully prevent any more questions regarding Sukuna and his band from being presented to you.

“Oh, yes, I agree with what she said,” Satoru replied, nodding his head as a mischievous twitch of his lips had you narrowing your eyes at him. “Although, I find the idea of the “King of Curses” being on his knees for anyone hard to believe.” Satoru gave a small, sad shake of his head and looked over at you.

Oh, god.

“I pity Sukuna if he’s never given himself a chance to experience such a thing. I can tell you, Princess here is a sight to behold from down below on one’s knees.” His bold declaration had you—and the reporter— staring at him with mouths agape, both of you taken aback by his brazenness. It took Satoru winking at you before your brain would begin working again.

“He, uhm, he’s referencing a scene from our movie! Please understand, he’s referencing a scene from our upcoming movie and nothing more, I swear!” You nearly shouted, throwing your hands out towards them to plead your case, lest you wake up in the morning to headlines talking about Gojo Satoru putting his head in places it absolutely didn’t belong. The reporter nodded slowly, eyes wide and vaguely disturbed, and borderline hysterical laughter made its way out of your mouth as Satoru thanked them for their time and ushered you down the rest of the way to where SUVs were waiting to pick up their assigned passengers.

“You seem to exist only for the purpose of wreaking absolute havoc on those around you, Satoru, and I’m not sure what I did to deserve being on the receiving end of it,” you lamented to him, watching in sheer exhaustion as he raised his arm to wiggle his fingers at one of the vehicles at the end of the line.

“Don’t lie and act like I don’t enrich your life,” he teased, and if you detected the slightest hint of vulnerability in his eyes, it was gone before you could give it any more consideration. “Besides, I made you laugh. You looked like you needed it.”

Perhaps you didn’t give Satoru enough credit, nor had you even stopped to realize what a good friend he could be. At least when he wasn’t implying to the world that the two of you had seen each other naked, or trespassing onto your property in the wee hours of the morning. And because you knew he was right, you wrapped your arms around his waist and squeezed, feeling more comfort than you had in days when he threw an arm around your shoulders and returned the hug with equal gusto.

“Now go,” he told you, dropping a quick kiss to your temple and pushing you towards a black SUV that had just pulled up on the street in front of you. Toji stepped out from around it, shooting you a grin, and opened the door to reveal Nanami sitting inside.

“Thank you, Satoru,” you told him, and gathered the skirt of your dress in your hands so you could step into the car. You felt Toji’s hand against your back to offer support as you climbed in and you collapsed into the seat next to Nanami with an exaggerated groan of relief.

“Pleasant evening?” He inquired, a smooth blonde brow arching upwards as he moved his attention from his phone to your slouched position in the seat.

“I heard your boy toy confessed his love through song in front of a live audience. How romantic,” Toji snarked, shutting the door behind him as he took his spot across from you and Nanami.

“That’s not what happened,” you snapped at him, “and how do you even know about that?”

Toji shrugged in that annoying way of his, not bothering to hide his shit-eating grin either, and you figured you were better off not knowing. Letting out a sigh, you lifted your legs and dropped your feet into his lap, heels and all, and raised your brows at him in expectation. He grimaced, glancing down at your shoes with trepidation before shaking his head. You snarled at him as best you could, feeling triumphant once he curled his lip but proceeded to unbuckle and pull off each shoe from your feet before swiping them off his lap. You snickered.

“Children, the both of you,” Nanami grumbled, but didn’t say anything more as he leaned his head back against his seat and let his eyes drift closed. The rest of the drive home passed in silence. Toji played some mindless game on his phone, Nanami kept his eyes shut, and you stewed in your own messy thoughts, convincing yourself you had all of this rightfully figured out and would be perfectly content with whatever outcome prevailed.

Liar, liar, liar.

Once the three of you arrived back at your home, Nanami was quick to bid you and Toji goodbye before leaving in his car. Your bodyguard disappeared into your kitchen, and you went upstairs to your room where you spent twenty minutes prying yourself out of your dress and another ten putting it—and the stunning set of diamonds—into their packaging to be sent back to their respective lenders. You had just left your bathroom after finishing your nighttime routine when your phone dinged twice. With half a mind to leave the message unread and simply throw your phone out the window, you went about getting dressed in a soft set of lounge clothes and rubbing some lotion into your hands. You were about to go downstairs to get a snack when another notification sounded through your room, and this time you had no self control left to keep yourself from reaching from your phone.

Sukuna: I would like to speak with you tonight. If you’re willing.

Sukuna: I can come to you.

Sukuna: Don’t ignore me either.

You grumbled incoherently at your phone, feeling both somewhat relieved that Sukuna had reached out to you, and also like you were one more message away from throwing up. With that in mind, you sent him a quick text back, ultimately deciding that you would know no peace until all of this was hashed out between the two of you.

You: Be there in 15.

You desperately needed the time it would take to drive to his house to formulate a rough idea of what you wanted to say to Sukuna, as well as wanting the opportunity to flee the scene in your own vehicle if it came to that. After grabbing your keys from your dresser and sliding your feet into a pair of casual shoes, you made your way downstairs and out the door. You were grateful that Toji was nowhere to be seen. While he would surely hear about what happened from you in the next day or so, you weren’t keen on having his knowing gaze on you as marched out the door in an outfit akin to pajamas at nearly eleven thirty at night.

You arrived at Sukuna’s house a short time later, having spent the entire drive singing some random song at the top of your lungs to avoid having to think about anything other than keeping your car straight and centered on the road. You nearly threw it back into reverse and peeled out of the driveway when you spotted him standing outside his front door, arms crossed in front of his chest. He had clearly been waiting for you to arrive, and you had to swallow back a knot in your throat as you got out of your car and approached him.

“Hi,” you called out tentatively, taking note that he too was in lounging clothes, and you wondered for a second if he had been intending to sleep away the night’s events before something compelled him to message you. Sukuna nodded at you, only murmuring back a quick greeting before grabbing you around the wrist and pulling you through the front door. He didn’t stop once he closed the door behind you, instead leading you down the hall until you reached his bedroom. You shook your wrist from his grip and took your spot a couple feet across from him while he chose to lean back against his bed. You needed the distance between the two of you to think, to breathe, and to simply resist the overwhelming urge to throw yourself at him. Because looking at him now, as you could hear his earlier lyrics echoing inside your head, you were sure that you wanted nothing more than to be with him, to never leave him, and you desperately hoped that he felt the same way too.

“You lied to me,” you blurted out, “on the beach that day. You said you’d never write anything that could be considered romantic. What changed?”

“I don’t know if you could necessarily consider that song romantic,” Sukuna said, crossing his arms again so he could drum his fingers against his bicep, “a bit reminiscent maybe, or a touch lustful would be better.”

“Semantics, then,” you replied, starting to feel somewhat put off at his blasé attitude that you had noticed the second you saw him, “but you weren’t exactly being subtle. “Meddle about” doesn’t have to refer to me specifically at every given moment, but if it doesn’t at all, you did a poor job of convincing me that I…we…that night are not the muse for that particular lyric. I would argue that having a muse like that in the first place could be considered romantic given our involvement with each other.”

Sukuna was quiet, and didn’t offer any physical indication as to what he was thinking or feeling about what you had said. It was starting to make you angry, and you moved a touch closer to him.

“If you don’t care, if you don’t want me, you should just be honest.” His jaw clenched tight, and you hoped if you pushed just far enough you could figure out what was going on inside that head of his.

“I never said that,” he growled, standing up from his place against the bed and taking a step towards you.

“But you’re not saying anything else either!” You said, your voice raising in frustration. “I know I never told you anything different, so I’m willing to be patient with you for a time while you figure out how you feel, but I would like to do more than this with someone, and right now, that person is you.” You paused for a moment to catch your breath and noted how his eyes lit up subtly. “However, I will not continue to have us dance around each other like this forever. I know a significant part of our lives will always be subject to a large amount of scrutiny and prying eyes, but somewhere, someone is out there who would be willing to do it with me.”

Any previous emotion that had been on his face was wiped clear. “That’s not fair,” Sukuna spat out, hands clenching and unclenching at his side, and you were appalled by the nerve he had.

“It’s a hundred percent fair!” you yelled, closing the distance between you two so you could jab a finger into his chest. “Just because you don’t want me doesn’t mean you can keep me from anyone else!”

“I. Never. Said. That.”

“Then say something different! Or else I won’t believe you.” Your head jerked up close to his as you grit your words out between your teeth. Both your chests were rising in rapid succession, tension and nerves escalating in your bodies as the two of you stared each other down, neither of you willing—or brave enough—to bend the first knee.

Sukuna did, however, smash his lips against yours. It took you by surprise, how hard he pressed his mouth to yours, and just how quickly it wiped your head clear of all thoughts except for how his body felt against yours. It was exhilarating and delectable and everything you wanted, but you refused to follow him into bed one last time before addressing what would happen after. You ripped away from him, slapping your palms against his chest to keep space, but the way his hands clutched desperately at the tops of your arms and his head bobbed down towards yours in an effort to reconnect your lips nearly made you falter.

“I want this with you,” you said quietly, sliding your hands down Sukuna’s chest to splay out your fingers against the solid planes of his abdominal muscles and letting your thumbs slip ever so slightly under the waistband of his pants as you locked eyes with him,“but not without all of you. Otherwise, I can find this elsewhere.”

His eyes narrowed and a snarl scrunched his nose while the grip he had on your arms tightened. “You’re being a brat.”

You laughed bitterly. “You know, that’s the second time you’ve called me that, but I don’t think I like it as much this time. Doesn’t quite sound the same, don’t you think?”

“Ah,” he sneered, “she’s perceptive.”

“Enough to know that you’re stalling,” you countered. He didn’t say anything back, but his eyes bounced between yours, asking for something, pleading with you for just one more minute. You were willing to give it to him, but only according to how you wanted to.

“If you’re not able to continue this any further,” you said to him, “and the lyrics in that song don’t have any deeper meaning, then you don’t care if I walk right out of this room, do you?”

You were vaguely aware that Sukuna was allowing you to push him around, to act like you had an equal measure of control in this dark room of his. And just maybe, if you thought about it enough, you did. Because he didn’t protest when you urged him backwards onto his bed with the hands still on his chest. He said nothing when you landed in his lap, thighs spread to straddle his hips. He didn’t resist when you dug your fingers into his hair, as soft as it was pink, to drag his head back so you could look him in the eyes.

“Exactly,” he bit out, but his hands danced over your waist and then used the fabric bunching at your hips to close the distance between your chests. You giggled lowly in his ear, dragging your lips down his jaw before coming to a stop over his so your mouths could hover a breath apart from each other.

“You’re brave to lie to me as I sit here perched on your lap. Don’t you know I can tell that your heart isn’t the only thing throbbing?” You ground your hips down onto his with as much force as you could muster, and his answering moan nearly had you giving in, ready to forgo the difficulty of talking through emotions to satiate the desperate need to have him. But, for the sake of your own bleeding heart, you resisted, sitting back on Sukuna’s thighs and hoping your pleading expression conveyed everything you couldn’t say.

Please, put me out of my misery.

“We are at an impasse, it seems.” Sukuna’s voice was low and neutral, and it slid through your ears and nestled painfully in your gut.

“It seems we are,” you whispered. Your voice was hollow and final.

Please, let me run, let me hide, let more go somewhere you’ll never find me.

You wanted nothing more than to slink back home and huddle under your blankets than spend another moment in here with him, convinced he would prefer the two of you part ways just because he refused to be vulnerable, and you made a move to swing your leg off him when Sukuna twisted and in the next breath you were under him.

“Here’s what I know,” he said, letting his body settle down on top of yours, and you noticed that his eyes were brighter and the corners of his mouth were ticking upwards in a smile he couldn’t fight. His voice was light and optimistic. “I am stubborn to a massive fault, and I have not been fair to you in how I have behaved and approached my feelings for you. I am sorry.”

A shaky breath of relief passed from your mouth and you opened it to reassure him—,

“I also know that I would prefer it if Gojo Satoru never came within 100 feet of you again.”

Your eyes bulged as a fit of laughter replaced whatever words were at the tip of your tongue, unable to control the amusement that followed his declaration. Sukuna eyed you warily, and you slapped a hand over your mouth to muffle any more sounds in order to encourage him to continue.

“However, I know that is irrational and improbable given your careers, so I will be content with hoping that by making this relationship between us official, he will have to respect some obvious boundaries.” Sukuna sounded quite proud of himself, smirking down at you with a cheeky gleam in his eyes. You didn’t have the heart to tell him that doing such a thing, while lovely, would have no effect on Satoru’s inability to acknowledge, let alone follow, said boundaries.

“Noble,” you quipped back at him, utterly transfixed by the way he nuzzled his nose against yours, “and something I can happily agree to.”

Sukuna grinned, all white teeth and slightly dimpled cheeks, and you went to throw your arms around his neck when, suddenly, he was no longer over you, but standing at the edge of the bed as he dragged you by your ankles towards him. He kept his eyes on you as he tugged your pants down your legs and threw them over his shoulder. In the next moment, he was sliding to his knees in front of you, kissing his way down your leg.

“What are you doing?” you asked, propping yourself up on your elbows to get a better view of him. You didn’t need to clarify what specifically he was about to do. There had been numerous times before this one where Sukuna had his head between your legs. You couldn’t begin to count how many instances you had hovered over his face, fingers clenched around his headboard as he drew circles with his tongue, nor could you recall exactly which surfaces in his home he had spread you out on, his mouth already on you as he pulled your legs around his ears because he couldn’t wait to get to his bedroom. That being said, it was a bit of a shame to admit that you hadn’t ever seen him on his knees before you.

“I’ll be damned,” Sukuna growled, already slipping his fingers into the band of your underwear to shimmy them out from under you and toss them in the same direction as your pants, “if I go another day knowing Gojo Satoru has seen you from an angle I have not.” And with that, he grabbed your thighs and spread them open around his head as you tangled your fingers in his hair.

“Well,” you breathed out, throwing your head back as your eyes fluttered shut, “we can’t have that, now can we?”

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Thank you to everyone who has taken time to read this little series! It means a lot!

As I mentioned above, this is the last major update for what I had originally planned out for this fic. I will happily write little extra bits if/when inspiration strikes or if anyone has any suggestions.

Also, please forgive me if this part seems less flowing/has worse pacing than the others. I am going through it as I try to fight off some cold or virus over the last couple days and just needed to get this out.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #ryomen sukuna #ryomen sukuna x you #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna x reader

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