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note: please prioritize your mental health and peace if the following content is too heavy for you. this portion of the plot has a lot of angst, and arguing. overall contains sensitive topics. thank you all for waiting so well for the break-up reveal!

tw: mentions of anxiety/stress/insomnia/ and postpartum depression,, early pregnancy loss (5 weeks), and self-neglect.

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"so... jungkook moved back in, he bought you a new car, and this entire time you've been broken up—you've been sleeping with him?"

it feels stupid to confess everything to your therapist.

you’ve been avoiding this for 9 months now.

today it has to be settled.

it has to be over.

this feeling in the pit of your stomach that makes you want to throw up over and over again until you have nothing left inside of you. your lips tighten at the way your therapist blinks at you. you've never really been able to read her, but maybe that's what you like so much about her.

sometimes, it's nice not to know and just to take what people say as they are.

"he's not actually moved back in... he just has more closet space."

your therapist notes something down on her pad. then, she looks at you and simply comments, "i see... is that all you think it is? more closet space?"

"y-yes? n-no... no. okay, it's not like we're not back together though..." you begin to explain yourself.

"but you've been sleeping with him the entire time you guys have been broken up?"

you make a face.

your therapist tilts her head and lets out a light sigh.

"i'm not judging. you two are adults. you both have needs. you both need each other. you both love each other. i'm just clarifying that—"

"okay, yes," you yield. "i have been sleeping with my babydaddy but haven’t gotten back together with him... i mean—we kind of are? to be fair, the break-up wasn’t a real break-up... it just grew into one. i take the blame for the dumping because i was the one who pulled away. so inevitably, i can't help but feel like a villain in all of it... am i? am i the villain? zion had this whole thing about what family is like, a home with another kid from his daycare, and it... it made me feel so guilty. jungkook and i talked about it and worked on it... i know he doesn't blame me, but every time i bring myself closer to... what do i even call this? ... forgiving him? forgiving myself? i d-don't know... all i know is that... every time i want to move on and just be happy—with him. with zion... with my life—i can't find it in me. i pull away, and it hurts everyone around us. sometimes, i wonder if they know it hurts me too."

"what does that mean?" she asks, her tone soft and curious. "good job getting that off your chest. you're doing great, ___."

mumbling a 'thank you,' you sigh and shrug your shoulders. honestly, you can’t think. your mind goes blank. she then sits up, fixing her posture. leaning forward, she makes her observation.

"___, you broke up with jungkook 9 months ago because of the circumstances. sure, he was supportive and understanding, but sometimes, when everything gets too much, the only person who can fix you is yourself. ___, it was a lot. it was heavy. one thing I've noticed about you is that you think and speak as if everything has to be this big thing. you know your emotions are bigger than the problem, yet you suppress them. it's okay to feel them because when you don't, you start to lose yourself. sometimes, it sounds to me like you want to burn the room down for people to empathize with you... for people to see you. for you to see yourself even."

"i don't want to burn anything down—"

"it's an analogy," she explains. "the truth is, for you, being burned out isn’t a thing until you can’t get out of bed. burnout is as simple as not wanting coffee anymore. sometimes, it's losing yourself to stress and anxiety... and people see that. jungkook, your friends, and your parents saw it. you don’t have to prove it. ___, you can’t keep pushing yourself until you can’t run anymore. you have to slow down. you have to let yourself be tired and learn how to rest."

you nod, agreeing with her take. then, you make another confession.

"i understand that," you take a deep breath. "but it’s like… before i knew it, i was upset and unfit for our relationship. i screwed up too early. that's why i broke up with him... but now... i don’t know. the guilt and blame keep pointing in different directions. i don’t know what i'm doing, and i can't do that. i can't not know when it comes to the father of my child and the love of my life."

your therapist purses her lips and offers you a small smile.

"then, ___... is it possible that things are better now? that it's more than his clothes in your home? that the room isn’t burning anymore? is it that maybe... finally, you’re realizing that being tired and burnt out is a part of life? ___, you’ve done nothing but get everything right since your childhood... to let your feelings—good or bad—be true and big isn’t a flaw. it’s you being human."

her words hit you, but not enough to stop your insecurities. with shaky eyes, you ask her, "w-what if i do it again?"

"do what again? burnout?"

"what if i fuck up everything about my life again? my career? motherhood? jungkook and i’s relationship? it hurt so bad... to wake up next to my family and not feel anything. it was so fucking hard... i couldn’t even pretend that i was okay. a-and when i asked for some air... he wasn’t even mad at me. he packed his bags and lost his breath from crying so much. at the door, he asked me if i was sure... and even though i wasn’t; i said yes...." you explain, your voice growing quieter with each word.

suddenly, everything feels so heavy.

if there was ever a time to understand and relate to the feeling of the world being on your shoulders... this would be that moment. taking a breath, you compose yourself.

"i can’t do that again," you vow. "i can’t change my mind."

"you can’t change your mind again or you can’t hurt like that again?"

you pause.

"9 months ago, my mind kept going back and forth whether or not jungkook cared about me," you confess. "but i recently realized he does. he has. he always will... i just don’t know if i can trust him the same as before... i think i’m a horrible person for thinking that. weird, right? especially with how fucking horrible i am to him now."

"that’s not true." your therapist disagrees. "___, it was traumatic. you went through a lot—"

"—and i will never understand how he held himself together. when he was accused of plagiarism at his company, i took those accusations and sued until jungkook’s name was spotless. it was hard on both of us. he didn’t want me to go that far because they were his coworkers—his ‘friends’—but why... why was he so pathetic then? those people were out to ruin him. they quit the company and went to jyp. they proposed work that belonged to jungkook... it was a conflict of interest! when jungkook launched his work with hybe, jyp accused him of plagiarism. hybe cut ties with him and his company gave him so much shit for losing hybe. and i, his girlfriend and mother of his child, risked my career to focus on his case instead of my clients. i chose him. i did everything to fight for him. then, he told me he wanted to settle and stay at the company... i couldn’t believe it... he had his reputation on the line—his career! mine was too and all for what? because he didn’t want to embarrass his friends? because he didn’t want to cause the company more trouble? then, what about me? what about us?"

your therapist looks at you with sincere eyes. she nods, taking your words in.

"___, does he know you’re still upset with his decision?"

"yes," you sigh, recalling how betrayed you felt. "w-we don’t talk about it. how do we? it felt like i wasted 2 months of my life and we lost our—we lost."

your therapist reaches over and offers you the tissue box. you didn’t even realize you were crying... but the silence between you two and the ache from the words that you just said begins to sting your chest.

after a few moments, your therapist softly tells you, "___, i don’t think you left him because you didn’t love him... i think you left because, despite everything, you did. that hurt because it meant loving him and putting him before yourself... on top of that, you were at a state where you should have been put first."

you gulp.

she purses her lips and makes her hit.

"___, do you resent yourself for the loss?"

you clench your fist as your therapist rubs salt into your open wounds. "the self-neglect? the stress? the post-partum depression? the insomia—"

"i resent myself for the loss," you admit. "... and i resent jungkook for losing me."

when you arrive home, jungkook is in the kitchen cooking.

you didn’t expect him to be home. he was supposed to be picking zion up at this time and you were looking forward to some alone time. clearly, you have a lot to think about. as you take off your shoes, jungkook turns his attention to you.

“hi honey,” he smiles brightly.

truth be told, he had a long day. he was running late this morning and had rushed out the door. as he drove to work, he got annoyed with himself.

he forgot to kiss you before he left.

so you can imagine just how excited he is to see you now… especially with all he has planned for tonight.

“we had a meeting today and it ended early. it went really well so i have some news! also, i picked zion up right after my meeting. took him out for a little father-and-son afternoon... then, i dropped him off at your parents—”

“why would you do that?” you snap, putting your things away.

jungkook chuckles. “uh, maybe because i wanna ask you something tonight…”

your body stiffens.

“but we’ll get to that later! do you want to eat first? i’m cooking your favorite—”

“please stop,” you shut your eyes and take a breath. “jungkook, i had a long day. i’m glad yours was good and you got to bond with zion. i appreciate the effort—i just don’t… i don’t like that you dropped zion off at my parents after picking him up early from daycare. why didn’t you just take him home? and thank you for cooking... but i had a late lunch today, so i’m not hungry.”

“is it so bad i want to spend time with you alone?” jungkook asks, his smile fading.

jungkook isn’t stupid.

he knows you’re not in the mood, but he can’t help but push your boundaries a little. besides, communication is always good, right? at least, that’s what he’s been told.

“it’s okay if you don’t want to eat... as long as you ate today. what did you eat?” he attempts.

you move past jungkook as he asks you the question. taking out your phone, you check for any missed messages. jungkook’s eyebrows furrow as you ignore him. he catches your waist and guides you against the kitchen counter. grabbing your phone from your hands, he puts it aside.

“woah,” he pouts. “what’s up? why are you acting like this?”

you look at jungkook and hate yourself. his eyes are so kind and full of love.

you know it.

you feel it.

it hurts so bad.

“what’s with the mood?” he asks, more gently this time.

jungkook moves his hands from your waist to wrap around you. he nuzzles himself into the crook of your neck and hugs you tightly. “if you’re mad at me about something, that’s okay... but be angry here. don’t ignore me. being angry together is better than not being together at all.”

his plea makes your eyes tear up.

this isn’t easy for you either, but to be honest... it’s now or never. tonight, your heart feels especially heavy. you can’t blame it. some people say time heals all wounds—perhaps, this is it.

this is the time limit.

“can i tell you my news?” he asks, partly trying to stall the conversation and partly because it was good news.

“sure.”

“i got a job offer,” jungkook says. “i’d have to do an informal interview but it’s basically mine if i want it. they’re setting up a branch in new york. they want me to go there for 3-6 months and help start everything up. guide and mentor the visual director there—”

“that’s amazing—”

“i don’t want it,” jungkook chuckles. “they told me to sleep on it and make my decision in a month. until then, they offered me a raise! isn’t that great?”

your smile drops.

all of the feelings you’ve been trying to regulate since you stepped out of your therapist's office today feel like they’ve gone out the window. was he serious? he declined such a big step in his career—for a raise?

“jungkook,” you croak. “do you know why we broke up?”

he pulls away.

what a fucking switch up. he doesn’t understand.

for a moment, he doesn’t know what to do with his hands. does he reach out to hold yours or keep them by his side? he’s caught off guard. he doesn’t know how to answer you and frankly, he fucking hates this question.

“uh, why are you asking me—”

“what was the other thing?” you ask, already suspecting it. “are you going to ask me to marry you tonight?” you blurt.

he shoves his hand in his pocket.

“jungkook, are you asking me to marry you tonight? yes or no?”

he blinks at you.

his heart is prepared more than ever; “yes.”

“don’t.”

jungkook’s heart drops.

“don’t because you’re saying no or don’t because you want a better proposal?” he attempts to lighten the mood with a smile. he takes his hands out of his pocket and reaches for yours. you don’t let him take it. instead, you shake your head.

“don’t because you don’t even know why we’re broken up.”

instantly, the tension between you two increases. it’s through the roof, actually. it feels like one wrong word, one wrong move, one wrong recalled memory—everything crumbles.

everything fails.

everything faces the end.

“___, i can’t answer your question because i’m not prepared to. honestly, i wasn’t prepared for the break-up. it just happened. it grew into one. ___, you never said, ‘jungkook, it’s over. we’re broken up.’ ... no. you said, ‘jungkook... i can’t breathe anymore. i need air. i need space from us,’ — that’s what you said. but to hell with that, right? we’ve been sleeping together and it’s not like we hate each other. you love me. i know you do... so i really don’t understand why you won’t marry me despite knowing the simple truth—”

you move away from him.

god, it’s so hard to be next to him sometimes.

heading to the cabinets, you take out a glass and pour yourself some water. drinking it, you hear jungkook sigh and groan in frustration.

“are we really going to fight tonight?” he asks, annoyed.

you shrug and put your water down. “shouldn’t we? it’s kind of overdue.”

jungkook scratches the back of his head. his lips tighten and his mind is already dizzy as he asks;

“___, why did you break up with me?”

a beat.

“i wanted more from you.”

he looks at you confused. “the fuck does that mean? sex?”

you shake your head.

“jungkook, i was moving up with my career. you were constantly annoyed that i was overworking myself and that i only cared about zion. you were always mad at me when i brought up work—especially about yours. you didn’t want more. you refused the promotions and all the different leadership roles. you refused more hours—you refused to grow… just like now.”

jungkook huffs. “is this about money again? we’ve never had issues providing for zion and this lifestyle.”

“again?” you chuckle. “honey, it wasn’t about the money. at least to me, it wasn’t. i love you and would have married you regardless of my career path and yours—”

“then why won’t you marry me? you always say you will but you say shit like this. you know it fucks me up, right? this isn’t fair. you can’t keep changing your mind.”

“it’s not that i don’t know what you are to me and what i want,” you take a deep breath. it feels painful to be right. “it’s that marrying you isn’t going to make any of this easier. at least, not right now.”

his eyes are filled with hope.

hope that maybe the reason is childish and not what he knows it really is. he hopes it’s because he left one too many socks inches away from the laundry hamper in your bedroom. he hopes it’s because you got tired of him always queuing his karaoke songs in the car before yours. he hopes it’s because (not really) you actually took an interest in nam joon or something.

most of all, he hopes it’s not what he knows it is.

“jungkook, we were disagreeing on everything. you thought i was greedy for wanting more for myself—for our family—”

“so it’s about whether or not i accept the job offer? i still have a month to think about it. i can’t just leave you and zion. you get that, right? i don’t just leave.” jungkook scoffs in disbelief. “and you act like i didn’t just get promoted. i accepted it, didn’t i? i did so to impress you because i love you. i did it to win you back because i love you.”

“but why didn’t you do it for yourself?” you fuse. “why can’t you want more for yourself?”

“___, i love you—”

you hiss, taking a step away from him. “stop saying you love me when you—”

“when i what?” jungkook steadies his tone. “when i made a decision that you didn’t like? ___, i made a practical choice back then. what other option did i have?”

“you chose wrong,” you cry. “is that what you’ve been waiting for me to say? jungkook, you chose wrong because you were afraid! it wasn’t practical. it was safe. you took the settlement, forgave those friends, and looked stupid while doing it. meanwhile, i risked everything. i fucking fought for you! for what? jungkook, it ruined us.”

jungkook shifts, taking a step closer to you. he runs his hands through his hair and groans.

“___, they have a family too. they fucked up and they apologized. i didn’t go through with the lawsuit because regardless if they deserved it—their families didn’t. their children didn’t. for fucks sake, one of them has a daughter zion’s age—”

a sob escapes your lips.

jungkook’s shoulders slump as he lowers his head. you lower yours too, feeling your tears roll down your cheeks.

“jungkook, i love you,” you weakly admit. “i swear to god, i have never loved anyone more in my life than i have ever loved you. you’re the kindest man i’ve ever met. you empathize with others and put them before your needs. you chased me around like a fucking dog for the last 9 months, completely disregarding any self-respect. truth be told, you gave me a purpose to live. you made me zion’s mom and the love of your life. in so many ways, i don’t deserve you… but i also don’t deserve this. it feels like even when i can't trust you—i still do. it ruins me, jungkook.”

angry, jungkook disagrees.

“what are you fucking talking about—no. don’t say shit like that.”

“you kept me together for so long that i don’t know how to fall apart if you’re not around. jungkook, i had to fall apart. i was so tired then. i was so unhappy and everything you did to hold me together only angered me. it lit this fire inside of me and i felt like i couldn’t touch anything or anyone… why couldn’t you just be sad with me?”

“you fell apart before i could even process what happened—” he recalls, tears threatening his eyes. “___, i was devastated beyond belief. i was sad too. i was afraid too. you don’t think i wanted to cry in bed all day with you? i had to get up. i had to take care of zion and i’m sorry if i held onto you tighter than i should have—but i had to. there was no other way i could’ve lived if i didn’t hold on to you like that. you’re my air. i love you, ___ and in case you didn’t know; it hurt me too. losing our—h-holy fuck. i love you. ___, i love you. please, i love you so much—”

you sob.

you don’t even try to hold yourself together. a heavy cry escapes your lips and jungkook instantly lifts his head and comes to you. he wraps you in his arms as you cry into them.

“i love you,” you whimper. “i don’t blame you for it—really, i don’t. b-but why did you stay? i worked so hard and you chose to stay. i stressed myself out and couldn’t sleep. i felt so betrayed and i wasn’t eating—”

“i know, i know,” he murmurs, holding back his sobs. “i hate myself for it. it was my fault—”

“don’t—”

you pull away and hit his chest.

your eyes sting from all the crying and your throat feels dry. yet, every fiber inside of you feels like it’s on fire. it feels like you’re burning down the room and all jungkook wants to do is slow dance in it.

“jungkook, when you settled, it took something from us. something beautiful—our second—our time.” you slow your breathing to gather the courage to say it.

to say everything.

to say it all and maybe, save it all.

“honey, i d-destroyed and hurt more than you did... and i know you don’t blame me; but am i ever going to stop blaming m-myself?” you sob. “i’m pushed into t-this... corner where it’s all my fault—and it is, you know? if i hadn’t stressed myself over your case and just f-focused on making partner at the firm—if i had just i-ignored the f-feeling of the knife you twisted—it was supposed to be this time around.”

jungkook’s heart breaks.

“9 months...” you say, voice trembling.

“don’t say it like that,” jungkook begs. “my love, i didn’t forget.”

that’s just it.

he hasn’t forgotten either.

yet, his body doesn’t ache like yours does. as much as your heart wants to forgive and find beauty in this tragedy—your body hasn’t healed. all those months ago, when you focused on jungkook’s case and stressed yourself to the bone—you made a mistake. you neglected your health to prioritize everything but yourself.

your breath hitches as you recall everything. a part of you feels relieved to have said it all aloud, but inside, it feels like something has burnt up—like a part of you has died.

you reach for him, cupping his cheeks in your hands. jungkook’s tears spill over, and you gently wipe them away with your thumb.

his body collapses into yours. his sobs wrack his chest as he buries his face in your arms.

jungkook cries for the break-up.

for the hurt that’s grown between you two.

he blames himself even though deep down he knows it’s not his fault.

the ache in his chest feels unbearable. you tighten your hold on him, bracing yourself for what comes next, but before you can speak, your body gives in.

everything does dizzy and you hold your breath.

suddenly, your knees hit the floor, and you collapse in front of jungkook, the weight of it all too much to bear.

“i’m s-sorry,” you choke out. "i can't—fuck. i'm so heartbroken, jungkook. i can't—"

jungkook drops down beside you, pulling you into him. as you cling to each other, you feel his heart racing, his breath catching in his sobs, mirroring your own. he holds you tighter, as if he could take all your pain into himself. if he could, you know he would.

and somehow, in the midst of this overwhelming pain, you feel the strangest thing.

this has to be the most painful moment in your entire relationship, but it’s also the most healing.

after nine months of distance, you finally grieve together.

the grief overwhelms you two.

after what feels like an eternity, you manage to compose yourself, pulling away from his embrace. meanwhile, jungkook is still crying heavily. you reach up, cupping his face in your hands again, wiping the tears from his swollen eyes. he leans into your touch, his lips pressing softly against the palm of your hand, his breathing slowly calming down. but then, he moves closer, and you know what’s coming next.

jungkook tries to kiss you.

you push him away gently, your heart breaking all over again.

“... i think you should go home,” you whisper, your voice tired and cracked.

"___, please—"

"we fought enough tonight. i don't have anything left in me, jungkook... just go."

for a moment, silence hangs in the air, thick with everything left unsaid. there's still more. he swears it. he knows it because his heart races with so many more confessions. so many more things he has to tell you.

like the fact that when you cleared his name, he never felt so loved in his life.

like the fact that when you stressed yourself over him and got upset with his decision—he wanted to take everything back.

like the fact that when he let you cry in bed all day over the loss, he cried as he held and fed zion in the living room.

but now is not the time.

now, the hurt aches and he has to let it. he has to let you fall apart. he has to feel this too because if he doesn't—then he misses it all. he misses everything and he can't do that.

he needs to know.

he needs to learn.

he needs to love.

jungkook swallows hard, his voice barely a whisper. “okay… whatever you want.”

you both stand, your movements slow and heavy. you watch as he gathers his belongings, guilt and disappointment twisting in your stomach. at the door, he pauses, eyes closed as he takes a deep breath.

“what about me?”

his voice breaks the stillness. you feel your heart sink.

“what about you?” you ask softly, though you already know the answer.

“___, i don’t want to go,” he pleads, desperation creeping into his voice. “i… i can’t do this. not again.”

“what do you mean?” you force a weak smile. “this is our first break-up.”

“for real?”

you let out a sad laugh, though it holds no real humor.

“for now.”

jungkook takes a second to compose himself.

“i’m gonna pick up zion and have him sleep over at mine... and it’s okay if you’re still full… just eat a late dinner,” he murmurs softly, eyes cast downward. then, turning toward the door, he looks back one last time, his voice soft but filled with emotion.

“for the record, i thought i was home… but if air, space, and time is what you need, so be it. just know, i hope i’m it in the end. i hope i’m what you need.”

they say the 3-year itch is when the sand timer runs out. it takes two people to flip it over and restart the clock. at your 3-year itch with jungkook, suddenly your careers were where you two scratched.

then, the plagiarism accusations came along. as horrible as it was, you thought this was the perfect opportunity to show jungkook how much you love him. how much were you willing to do for him, and how much could your career benefit you two? at the peak of all this, you didn’t know it.

you were carrying more than just work.

at 5 weeks, 1 week after jungkook settled—time was up.

jungkook sits in his car, crying and staring at the ring that should be on your finger. he can’t help but feel all the sides of it. he shoves it back inside the box and opens the glove compartment. throwing it in, he continues to reflect.

was he insensitive? was he so wrong about not wanting to take the job? the proposal was ill-timed, but was he crazy? weren’t you two doing better? … were you hurting all by yourself this entire time? of course, he hurt too. he was just grieving differently… does that make this his fault? he doesn’t know. he doesn’t care. in the end, losing something is still losing something.

truth be told, it’s no one’s fault.

yet, jungkook hits his steering wheel and continues to sob. he wants to blame something. he needs to. as he searches, his heart screams out;

time.

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spidybaby · 1 month ago

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Leaked | Part Two

Summary: Kylian realized he made a mistake with you. Sadly, it was a little too late.

Warnings: cursing, mentions of cheating, gaslight, pregnancy talk.

A/N: sorry about the time, life got crazy but I fix it and now I'm back.

Part one

The vibration of the phone is what woke him up. The bothering feeling was making him uncomfortable, eyes opening up.

"Yes?" He asks, raspy voice.

"Kylian, good morning." He hears the Mister voice. "Sorry to bother you this early, I need you to come downstairs to meet me and Mister Florentino."

"Mister, Buenos días." He says in Spanish. "I'll be there, give me five minutes."

He hung the phone, getting up and walking to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth.

He puts on a tracksuit, looking at you. So peaceful, so sleepy. You were so calm, nothing bothering your mind.

He grabs his phone. Noticing that it died because he forgot to charge it. Thankfully it lasted enough to get the call.

Walking to your side, he gave a kiss to your shoulder and hair. Smiling at the small, sleepy smile you give at the feeling of love.

He left the room, PowerBank in hand, and phone in the other. He was calmed, thinking it was a call because of the strategy he planned with the Mister.

He happily walked over to the small reunion room the club asked the hotel to reserve for them. He sees the lawyer of the club, Florentino, and the Mister.

"Buenos días." He smiles. "Sorry about the wait. I was sleeping." He smiles, shaking hand with them.

"This is Gonzalo, he's our lawyer." Florentino says.

"I know, nice to see you again." He smiles at Gonzalo.

He nods, looking at both Florentino and Ancelotti. They just nod and turb back to him. "Kylian, I don't know if you looked at your phone before coming here."

He frowns, not caring about his phone because it is dead. "It's dead." He smiles, lifting his phone that was connected to his powerbank.

"What we are about to show you, we know it's not going to be easy to overcome." Ancelotti says. "Gonzalo, please."

He opens the iPad he has next to him. Turning it to him to show him the news article. "I know you have a private life. We are not going to judge your life, we just want you to know how you would like to know how you would like us to proceed."

He's blank.

He can't even read the full article. His mind goes to the pictures of her.

Her.

"Do you want me to bring some champagne?"

He nods, unbottoning his pants and leaving them aside. He turns the water off, moving back into his room to change the Playlist.

He sees his phone, opens it, and notices he has a message from you. He opens it, looking at the picture you sent him. You were opening the gift he sent you.

He feels his stomach turn. You thank him for always spoiling you. Telling him that when you see him, you'll try to make it up.

Make it up for a gift he sent you because he feels bad that he's sharing his bed with another girl that's not you.

"I got the champagne." Silvia says.

He turns the do not disturb mode. Leaving his phone on the nightstand. He feels the cold lips on his back.

"I talked to your mom." She says, serving a bit of the gold liquid into the glass. "I reserved the table at the restaurant you asked." She smiles. "And I got the special room."

He thanks her, grabbing the glass from her hand and drinking the champagne like a shot. "Take that off. Let's get into the water." He chuckles, moving the bra strap down her shoulder.

He walks into the bathroom, taking his boxers off and entering the water of the jacuzzi. His body relaxed at the warm of the water.

He feels her body sticking to his, her legs on each side of him. "I love you." She says. "Ethan and I were talking about having another trip together with your family."

He throws his head back. Body tensing at how much guilt he feels that you are happy at home, thinking he had a nice gesture with you. Meanwhile, he's talking about future plans with another woman.

He opens his eyes, looking at her. Her hair remains him of you. "I'll leave my card with you tomorrow, I remember how much you wanted to change your hair color." He lies.

Silvia loves her hair. She thinks it's cute and natural. But Kylian needs to have a difference between you and her.

"Did I?" She asks, confused. "I feel good with my color."

"You told me that." He lies again. "Remember, you even showed me that picture of that actress."

Her frown is hard, she's trying to remember who he's talking about. "Who?"

She curse in his mind. "The one from that movie with the French actor." He says, thinking about the last movie he saw with you. "Flower?"

"Flower?" She repeats. "Are you talking about Florence Pugh?" Silvia laughs. "I don't remember, but if you liked that, I'll do it."

He smiles, happy that he got what he wanted. Silvia was easy to convince. Even when she didn't like the idea, she would do it for him.

"But why?" She cries. "I thought you loved me."

"Sil, amour." He sighs, tired. "I think you need to find someone who can be with you like you want to."

She sobs into her hands once again, making him roll his eyes. Why was she so dramatic?

"Stop it, please." He taps her head. "I'll send you that pretty bag you like to make it up." He smiles.

She lifts her head, slapping his hand away. "I don't want a bag, Kylian." She yells. "I want compromise."

"I can't give you that." He scuffs. "I told you, I'll make it up. Take it or leave it."

Silvia shakes her head, trying to get composure.

"Is it because I thought I was pregnant?" She asks, sad.

He makes a face, he didn't even thought of that.

"No." He says, very dry.

"Then explain it to me."

"I don't like you anymore." He says, not caring if he's hurting her. "There, you wanted the truth."

Her eyes fill with tears, making him feel tired and want for her to stop and leave. "But I love you."

"Well, I don't." He gets up from bed. "I need to go to training, pack your things, I'll send you your flight information."

She tries calling his name. She even ran after him. "I'll be better, please, Ky."

He presses the elevator button, turning to her right after. He doesn't even care if she gets on her knees.

"If you don't get to pack everything, I'll send it over to your house." He says, hearing the ring of the elevator door opening. "Just be out before five." He smiles, winking at her.

He takes his phone out of his pocket, opening the message you sent him. It was about you packing your thing, telling him how happy you are to see him.

He calls you. "My love." He smiles, happy that you answer his facetime. "Ready to flight?"

"Hi, my love." You say to him, placing the phone. "I'm finishing with the packing, and then I'll leave to the airport."

He smiles at how cute you look, his jersey of the real madrid looking cute on you. "Bring that bikini I love." He teasily smiles.

"It's already packed." You shily says. "Are you going to train?"

"Oui, wish me luck." He chuckles. "Right after we are meeting the team to leave."

"Have fun today, okay?" You softly say. "I love you."

"I love you more." He says, honest about his feelings. "When you land and get to the hotel, tell me."

"Oui oui." You laugh. "I have to make a work call before leaving, so I'll see you soon, amour." You smile, sending him a kiss.

He smiles at his phone. Sending you a kiss. If only his friends would see him doing that. They would laugh at how comical he would look.

"Love you, bye."

Gonzalo calls his name again. Making him go back to reality. He noticed the now black screen of the iPad.

"I know it's hard." Gonzalo says. "But, we were thinking that maybe we can put out a statement and try to deny this."

"Would this work?" He asks. He's worried.

"We can blame it on AI." Gonzalo says. "I think this would be hard on your partner but it's for the better."

He clears his throat. "She's not." He pauses, feeling embarrassed. "She's not my partner."

Gonzalo lifts his hands. "Don't have to give me any explanation." He smiles. "Just know she would get some heat because of this."

"I don't care about her." He says, harsh but honest. "Just please fix this."

Gonzalo nods, turning to Florentino and to Ancelotti. They nod, too. "I'll work right now on the statement, I'll send it to your lawyer and manager."

Kylian thanks him. Shaking his hands as he stood up and left the room. "I'm sorry, Mister." He says. "I'm sorry, Mister Perez."

"Don't, we know this wasn't something you planned." Florentino smiles. "Just don't worry about it and focus on the game."

"Will do, sir, thank you for understanding."

"Relax, Kylian." Carlo says. "Go take a cold shower, and don't worry about checking social media."

He nods. Thanking them again, and walking back upstairs. He checks his messages, answering the one from his mom.

> Don't log into x or Instagram. <

> Why? What did you do? <

> Trust me on this. Just let me fix something and I'll call you. <

He doesn't want to get into the room. He has a feeling. He opens the door, hearing a sniff.

His heart broke, and his stomach dropped. Your teary eyes, your wet cheeks. You follow his eyes, letting a sob out of your mouth.

You cry into your hands.

It's like a dejavu of Silvia crying into her hands. Except this time he cares. He cares about your feelings, he cares about your sobs.

He wants to ask you to slap him, to yell at him. He wants you to do anything, but leave. He can't help but breathe hard.

He follows you with his eyes, you slam the door of the bathroom. He throws himself on the bed. Cursing at himself for being so stupid.

He feels his phone vibrate, Silvia's name showing up. He declined the call, texting her that he would call her later.

She tries again. He just sits back on the bed, declining the call once again.

> Kylian, answer

> I need to talk to you

> why is your lawyer calling me?

> You think I did this?

> love, just answer. I know we ended bad, but I'll never. <

He left the phone on the side, airplane mode on.

You open the door, red puffy eyes. He wants to cry just by the look of you. You move to your luggage, packing the things you have outside of it.

He's petrified, he can't move for the love of God. He's into this state where he can't really do anything because he fears you would react bad to it.

The conversation with you feels like a fever dream. He wants to hit himself, he wants to undo his mistakes and prioritize you over anybody.

Reality hits him. You left the room, he needs to go after you. He opens the door quickly, finding Gonzalo outside.

"Hey, thank God you answered." He sighs.

He enters the room, making kylian whine. "Can you wait for me here?" He says. "Just a moment."

He doesn't wait for the answer. He runs to the stairs. He needs to find you. He thanks the stars that he's an elite athlete because he gets to be on the lobby in no time.

Sadly for him, he can't find you. Not there, not on the parking, not on the elevators. You disappeared.

He wants to scream.

He then moves back to his room. Knocking on the door for Gonzalo to open it. "Sorry."

Gonzalo just nods, not understanding but not wanting to ask. "I sent the statement to your team, they approved it."

Kylian just nods.

"Also, the majority of the people on social media are saying they belive its fake because even when the.pictures with your family are there, she's always in the corner so it looks well edited."

He feels weird, Silvia never edited anything. It was all real.

"Post it." He says. "I don't want to deal with this shit anymore." He sighs. "I'm sorry I dragged you into this."

Gonzalo nods, giving him an understanding smile. "Don't worry, Ky."

Gonzalo tells him that the social media team posted the statement and that he didn't have to worry, he won't get any interviews, and that he needs to stick to the AI story.

"Can you please try again?" He asks to his assistant. "I know she doesn't live there anymore, but just offer the landlord anything in exchange of some information."

She nods, tired of the situation but obeying her boss. "I'll try." She says.

He's tried of contacting you, he tried to call your phone, he's blocked.

He tried going to your house, you moved.

He tried sending something to your workplace. You were on vacation.

He tried.

But he can't find you. He feels like he needs you to allow him to be able to feel something for him to actually feel some sort of joy, some anger, something.

He's not doing well in football. Everybody knows.

His family forced an explanation out of him. Safe to say that his mother reaction was the calmest of them all.

He not only told them about the Silvia leaked situation, he told them about you.

Fayza was mad. She didn't raise a cheater and low mannered man for him to think that it was okay to do what he did.

He tried to explain that it was all because him and Silvia were a no label thing, and he thought it was a good idea to do it, but his mother just asked him to save it.

You can't even begin to explain how much of a roller-coaster it was your life. You wanted to dissappear from he world.

You can't even justify your sadness to your friends and co-workers, mostly because only one person knew about you two.

> it's like being a ghost <

You were a ghost in his life. You were just the side pick-up girl for when his actual girlfriend was busy.

> she knows his family, you know what the hotel rooms in Madrid look like <

You took a week off of work. Lying that you needed to deal with some family member funeral.

Your boss was naive, he said yes without asking for any documentation. That and the fact that he was put with his own side piece.

"Have you been stressed lately?" The doctor asks you.

You nod, cleaning the gel from your skin. "Stress is my middle name." You joke with her.

She laughs at your joke, "Then that's your answer." She smiles. "The pharmacy test was defective. Let's trust the blood test and the ultrasound."

You nod, feeling like your life gained a little bit of composure. Finally something negative that was good.

"Will do." You smile. "Thank you." You say to her. Letting her explain again the caring you need to do.

"See you in a few months for your routine tests."

You wave goodbye at her. Walking outside of the office. You feel happy that you didn't have ti worry about that problem anymore.

But even if you feel relief, a part of you was sad.

> "Do you like the name Pipper?" He asks, smiling at you.

"Pipper" you repeat, thinking about the name. "It's beautiful." You say, kissing his lips.

"If it's a girl I think Pipper would be good." He says, daydreaming about you. "Maybe Carter, that's very strong."

"I like your name, but I wouldn't name my kid Jr." You laugh, making him laugh. "No Kylian Jr here."

He then gets close to you, kissing your lips. You smile into the kiss, loving the warmth feeling that only he can make you feel.

Your smile grows wider when he then moves his lips to your belly. He hugs your waist and lays his head there.

"So, Pipper?" He asks again, making you chuckle happy. <

You feel empty.

"I'm not sure if it's her actual address but I think it is."

He raises an eyebrow. "I'll have to trust it." He sighs. "Whatever you do, don't tell my mother or anybody of this."

"My lips are sealed." She says, sending him the information before hanging up the call.

He asks his driver to take him to the address. He's anxious, what if you choose to slam the door on his face?

Well, he can't really fight the idea, he deserves that, but what if he finds our that you moved on?

He can't even fully think about it.

Be can't bare the idea of you with another person.

But you didn't also thought that would be possible and it was.

He places the hoodie and glasses as a mechanism of cover up. He doesn't want to create new news.

The building was an open door access, the elevators weren't, you needed a pass or to ring the doorbell to be let inside.

He was about to press the doorbell of a apartment when a delivery guy was about to exit the elevator area. Hands full to the point he was struggling to keep the door open.

"Here, let me help you." Kylian smiles.

"Merci, sir." The guy smiles. "Have a nice day." He says.

Kylian entered the elevator, fingers pressing the button of your floor. He can feel the sweat on his hands.

He walks slowly to your door, feeling scared of even thinking about knocking on the door. He wants to gain composure first.

He then knocks on the door. Three dry knocks. His knuckles are burning at the sensation. Not because he knocked hard, but because of the weight of the action.

He hears you saying "I'm coming." In that sweet voice of you. His heart starts beating like it used to, before you leave.

Before he made you leave.

You open the door with a smile. Smile that fades after realizing who was on the other side of the door.

"I'll I ask is for you to hear me out." He says. "Just let me explain myself."

You don't want to, but you have to. This was the last step you would take. You nod, opening the door and stepping aside for him to be able to walk inside.

He does, entering your house. It was way different from your last place. He can sense the vibe of growth.

Your taste changed, you don't have those crazy decorations or those funny little looking plants. He stands up there, looking at everything.

"You changed your vibe." He says, trying to make conversation.

"Can you stop with the mannerisms?" You ask him, tired. "Just talk, please."

He feels a shiver down his spine. You were so serious, so harsh. Never have you ever before. Not with him.

"I-" He tries. Way too nervous to even formulate a sentence. He can tell you changed but he can't even began apologize. "I'm sorry."

You lift an eyebrow, was that all?

"I'm sorry I hurt you with everything that happened." He tries again. "This girl and I, we were in a no label kind of thing. She wasn't my girlfriend, and I was leaving her when I met you."

He pauses, trying to get the time-line in order for him to explain it to you.

"You really change my life, for the better." He shows a little smile. "I never felt the way I did with anybody, you were the only one who I was telling I love you to. You were the one who I was worried about, and I know sounds like-"

"Like bullshit." You say, rolling your eyes.

"Okay, like bullshit." He clears his throat. "I didn't introduced her to my parents, she showed up one day at my house and I couldn't do anything. The family trip, she find out about the information because she went through my stuffs." He explains.

He was mad this kinda looked like he was then one who did all of that for her. No, she was the one appearing at the places.

"And I couldn't really get her to stay away." He sighs. "I wanted it to be you, I was just to much of a pussy to ever confronted her and tell everyone the truth. And in my mind, it was so smart to keep you both. I love you, I don't love her, she was just someone I couldn't get rid off."

"You?" You ask, laughing a little. "The Kylian Mbappé." You put emphasis on his name. "You couldn't get this girl to stop coming to your private property? Appearing to your private villas or exclusive hotels? You couldn't stop her from going to your house? You couldn't be honest with me when I asked you if you had a girlfriend or someone in your life? That was the night we met. You've been lying to me since then."

"I didn't have her." He defends himself. "She was just a hit and run."

"No, she wasn't." You argue back. "She was someone who you let into your private life, who you let keep coming. You let your parents think she was your girlfriend, you let your brother call her sister in law, you let your friend meet her." You point at every single one that she met. "You took her to your house." You say, eyes shinning from sadness. "I was in a hotel room. Thinking that maybe I wasn't good enough to meet your family and friends. Maybe it was my job, maybe it was my style, maybe it was me."

His stomach turns, he never wanted you to feel that way. But it was his own fault.

"I thought that maybe you just wanted to test what our relationship was about." You say. "You talked to me about having kids, you told me that you wanted our wedding to be in Monaco." You bitterly laugh. "I was dumb enough to believed that you love me."

"No." He says, the stern tone was harsh. "I do, I love you."

"This isn't love, Kylian." You say with a serious expression. "You can try and manipulate all these ideas of you being the victim." You say, catching onto his manipulation. "You can try and say > oh but she was the one who showed up < but that doesn't changed the fact that you let her stayed, you let your family and your friends believe that she was your partner. You let her showed up at family events. Do you even see the common denominator? It's you."

"I'm sorry." He says, head hanging low.

You wait a few seconds, you wanted to gave him the first word in case he wanted to keep explaining the whole situation to you.

"I need to apologize too." You say, trying to not sound so harsh as before.

"You do?" He asks, hoping that maybe this would be his chance.

"Yes." You smile. "I'm sorry I was so naive to think that you were ever going to take me seriously." You began.

He was about to interrupt, but you won't allow it.

"I'm sorry I was the one who allowed you to treat me like a booty call. Like one of your one night stands for so long." You have this cynical smile. "I'm sorry I ever trusted you with blind eyes. That I let you believe your gifts, your expensive shit were a replacenent of your time and caring."

"Y/n, amou-"

"I'm done, Kylian." You say. "I would never trust you again. No matter how much you try, how much you wish things were differently, they aren't. And I can admit my mistakes, Kylian."

"Y/n-"

"But I guess that's the fucking difference between you and me."

"We can make it work, I-" He begs, but you interrupted again.

"I can't believe I actually loved you."

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OH MY GOD HI!!! PLEASE THINK ABOUT THIS WITH ME BECAUSE I'M GOING CRAZY: https://x.com/kinulta/status/1758079004891119867?t=gqoiVpFsS-sWDhu2m910jw&s=19

this is SO woozi... he hasn't touched you properly for exactly 2 weeks and you are so so needy... so on a normal day at the studio you go to check it out if he is eating, he simply decides to take a break. he sits with you on the couch, talks a little, until kisses automatically appear. at first, small kisses with smiles on both sides, but everything goes wrong when he puts you on his lap. the pink mouth attacking yours and you can't hold back, letting out a soft moan between the contact. you want him SO MUCH, but you don't force him to do anything or demand anything from him, because you know how busy he is. HOWEVER, he surprises you when he takes out his own cell phone and starts recording a video. you find it strange, but then you understand the real function. he asks you to sit on the floor, so that the camera captures his pretty face well ☝🏻 and his only demand is that you stay quiet. nothing else. like a good girl you obey. you're still so turned on and you only realize how much when he has his fingers in you and his hand over your mouth, working to really keep you still. the little body that hasn't felt this for so many days is overloaded and that's why you cum faster than normal, letting a squeaky, sly noise leave your lips when the orgasm comes... and you think he'll probably finish and go back to work, but once again he surprises you by continuing to play with your sensitive clit and your intimacy, It's SO MUCH, your legs are shaking nonstop and you you can hear the wet noises throughout the studio. you know it’s too much but you still leave him there because you know he probably needed it more than you did and only after the fourth orgasm does he stop, you're exhausted and he hasn't used anything other than his fingers. your mind is blank and you desperately need a hug... he kisses your forehead and fixes your hair, saying that you are a good girl and obeyed him just as he asked. so he stops the recording and whether he'll fuck you afterwards or not... it's up to you, love

please please please please PLEASE

ఇ woozi and gn!reader (mentions of a clit and vagninal insertion!)

ఇ warnings: smut! not proofread! implied squirting maybe? as usual i do not know how to end things so abrupt ending :(

ఇ wc: 2,052

ఇ notes: baby you basically wrote this yourself!! i hope this is okay and im so sorry it’s taken me forever to get it out! ♡︎

weeks. it had been weeks since you last properly saw him, let alone touched him. it was becoming a problem, a very difficult and needy problem. however you had come to the conclusion that you can’t be too upset with him, as your job has kept you away from home just as much as his.

it wasn’t until you had a day off that you had reached your breaking point. you had to see him, today. sitting on your couch all day just waiting for the hours to tick by so you could catch a glimpse of your lover. it was around 7:00 pm when you had given in to your curiosities and decided to go see him yourself.

throwing on a hoodie you grab your essentials and order a taxi. anxiety and anticipation rumble in your tummy, almost bubbling over, along the way. questions bouncing all over your brain. has he been eating? does he rest properly? as you continue thinking the worst your taxi pulls up beside an all too familiar building. you jump out, tip the driver and make your way upstairs, muscle memory taking over.

once you get to where you need to be you hesitantly knock on the door before opening it, briefly exposing his studio to the outside world. “hello,” you call out, softly, only to make your presence known “is anyone here?”

you can hear the sound of keys clacking as you move farther into the room. once you’ve made it far enough in you shyly clear your throat, trying to get his attention, again. this time he reacts to you, jumping slightly before turning his neck to see how has interrupted his brainstorming. “oh,” he exclaims “babe, what are you doing here?” he’s not able to hide his excitement as his smile grows wide on his face.

he moves over to you and embraces you tightly. “is this mine,” he asks tugging at the hem of the hoodie you’re wearing. you laugh and nod, mumbling something about how it smells like him and whatnot. the sound of your laugh gets his heart racing and has the tips of his ears burning red at record speed. he’s missed you, that much you can clearly tell.

you lean in to his touch, nuzzling your head into his neck, leaving small pecks. “missed you. missed you a lot, ji” you sigh, finally letting your body relax against his. he hums as he rubs your back. after standing in the middle of his studio for a solid five minutes, muttering “missed you”’s and “i love you”’s to one another, woozi takes your hand and leads you to the couch he has, off to the side, for late nights.

once he’s sat on the cushions he pulls you down, onto his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you in place. he’s rocking you back and forth as you both catch up on the activities and work that’s kept you from each other. “it sucks,” you pout “hate that you’re so good at what you do. it keeps you away from home too much”. he knows you only mildly mean it, knows you’re just being needy and pouty so he lets it go.

you sigh and lean back in to him as he begins to rub soothing circles on your hips, before tapping his fingers to create a beat in his mind. you turn your head into his neck and leave small kisses there, trying to divert his attention away from work and back to you. “ji,” you voice comes out breathy, needy “missed you,” you say it again, batting your eyelashes at him, hoping he catches on this time. he laughs at your failed attempt at nonchalance before adjusting the both of you, so he can plant kisses on your face, your nose, your eyes, your ears, your neck, anywhere he’s able to reach.

woozi lifts your chin and leans in to give you a soft kiss on your lips. you sigh into the kiss, reaching up to run your fingers through the hair on the back of his neck, gently massaging his scalp. after a few minutes of soft kisses and taking small breathers, woozi leans in to give you a deep, longing, kiss. catching you off guard, you let out a small moan and let your hips lift off of his lap a little, signaling that your neediness is almost to the point of uncontrollable. woozi smiles into the kiss and deepens it even further. “be good for me,” he nips at your bottom lip “okay, baby?”

you nod frantically, waiting for instruction. woozi moves you to his side, placing you on the couch directly. you begin to pout before realizing woozi has gotten up and placed his phone on the counter in front of you, making sure it’s able to capture the couch and anything that might happen there. he looks at you, raising an eyebrow in a silent question. you nod before opening your mouth “yes, it’s okay, want it”. you weren’t quite sure what it was, but you’re hoping to find out soon.

woozi makes his way back to the couch, and you. sitting himself back in the spot he had vacated earlier, he motions for you to place yourself back on his lap. you quickly do as instructed. as you take your seat, you can feel the beginning of his excitement starting to grow. once nestled back in his lap you begin to move your hips slowly, looking back to see his reaction. woozi has his head tilted back, neck pressed against the head rest of the couch. he slowly lifts his head, bringing his hands to your hips to halt your movements. “said you’d be good, remember,” he questions, cocking an eyebrow. you let out a small “yes” before facing forward. “good baby,” he mutters, leaning forward to kiss your neck “now, i need you to be so quiet, okay”. he’s bringing his hands down to the hem of the hoodie you’re wearing and dragging his fingers up the length of your thigh, all the way to your panties. your breath catches in your throat, it’s been weeks without his touch and the gentle way he’s handling you now is driving you insane. the slow pace that he’s going causes your frustrated hips to push up, wanting to force him into applying pressure, but he’s not ready for that yet.

removing his hand from your panties, woozi moves to remove your hoodie, leaving you only in your undies. the cool air in the studio creates chills all over your skin and you arch your back at the feeling. woozi puts his hand back where it had originally been, against your core. he can feel the heat through the thin fabric of you panties. “needy, huh” he asks, knowing damn well he was just as needy as you. “yes, ji” you confirm “i’m so needy for you. i’ve missed you so much, it’s been hell without you there to take care of me.”

woozi nods in agreement, it’s been hell for him without you too, but now’s not the time to discuss that. he pushes the center of your panties to the side, sliding his fingers through your warm slick. you sigh and throw your head back against his shoulder, reaching down to steady yourself against his wrist. “feel good,” he questions, lips pressed against the side of your head in a small kiss. you nod, letting out a whiny “uh-huh”. he continues to softly get his finger wet, teasing you along the way.

once he’s deemed his fingers wet enough he inserts two at once, scissoring them in order to give you a good stretch. you bite your lip, remembering your vow of silence. your breaths come out in heavy puffs as you try not to moan. he continues to stretch you for just a bit longer before he’s inserting another finger and moving at a slightly faster pace. his fingers hit deep inside you and do wonders to fill you to the brim. your chest is heaving at your nearing climax. woozi knows you’re close by the small squeaking noises you’re making. he moves his fingers faster, adjusting his wrist so his fingers hit the deepest part inside of you, knowing it drives you mad. your back is arching off of his chest as he catapults you into your orgasm. “so good baby,” he’s whispering “so hot, want you to cum just like this. cum all over my fingers baby,” and at his command you do such. your eyes roll back and your mouth is open in a silent scream as woozi continues to move his fingers inside of you, helping you to ride out your high.

your body is so exhausted the it slumps against woozi, sliding down on to the ground in front of the couch. realizing he isn’t finished with you, woozi leans forward spreading your knees baring them to his phone, who’s camera is still recording. you bend your neck to look up at him. he leans down, giving you a kiss before reaching down to slide your panties off of you completely. once he’s removed the garment he places a finger against your core, teasing your clit. you groan and toss your head back, resting against his knee. “quiet baby,” he warns, placing his free hand over your mouth. the fingers on his other hand begin rubbing harsher circles against you. he continues alternating between gentle and harsh touches before he inserts them again. it doesn’t take much for you to be launched into your second and third consecutive orgasms.

he removes his hand from your core and places his fingers in his mouth, tasting you. his other hand has moved from you mouth to your head, petting you softly as you pant. woozi removes his fingers from his mouth and holds your chin so he can make eye contact with you. “one more baby, okay,” he asks gently, knowing it’s been a while since you’ve been intimate with one another. you lazily nod your head and lean your cheek against his thigh, turning every once and a while to leave a kiss or love bite.

woozi reaches down again, this time without restraint. he knows that if it’s going to be the last time you cum tonight he will make it the best. he’s moving his fingers at lightning speed, eliciting loud groans and whines from you. as he previously did before, he reaches his other hand up to your mouth, only this time pushing his two middle fingers in your mouth and down your throat. the fingers on your clit continue moving faster and harder throwing you to the brink of orgasm in seconds. your back is arched to a point that worries woozi, but he doesn’t dare stop. the wet, squelching sounds that are coming from you would normally embarrass you, but you feel like you’re experiencing everything out of body at the moment. tears and drool are running down your face as your pleasure reaches an almost fever pitch. woozi finally feels he needs to show you some mercy and pinches your clit in between his rubs.

your eyes cross one last time, as you are thrashing against woozi’s body. your thighs are shaking so violently you are certain you won’t be able to use them for days. a heat forms in your gut as you approach your climax and when it hits you see white, tossing your head back, the fingers in your mouth do little to muffle your screams and cries. woozi’s fingers continue to work at your core, gently swiping your clit every so often, making sure to rub the clear slick, pouring out of you, everywhere he can.

once you’ve gotten through your high, woozi kisses your head, pets your sides and rocks you back and forth “you did so good,” he whispers in your ear. “i’m so proud of you, what a good baby,” he kisses your eyes and your nose before giving you a sweet kiss on the lips. you moan into the kiss and look up at him, a mischievous glint in your eye. “ji,” you whimper, letting him know you’re not finished. “i know baby,” he smiles “i’m not done either,”

#woozi smut #woozi x reader #seventeen x reader #seventeen smut #svt smut #svt x reader #seventeen imagines

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vbecker10 · 5 months ago

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The Night Nurse (Part 3)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part6 (in progress)

Pairing: Loki x female reader (Y/N)

Summary: You are the newly appointed night nurse for SHIELD and you couldn't be less excited about it. You have been given the side task of finding out who is stealing supplies from the infirmary. Soon after you start, you learn Loki is the one who has been slipping in at night to patch up his wounds and you confront him about why he can't heal as quickly as Thor. He reveals a dangerous secret he is keeping from the team and you worry increasingly for his safety as the two of you become closer over the next few weeks.

Warning: You asked for angst so I shall give you angst lol but also... some mentions of blood, minor injuries needing stitches, arguing between you and Loki, you being super awkward and Loki being oblivious, some swearing, a pretty major injury towards the end but no one dies... a romantic ending was requested so of course there will be fluff and cuteness and whatnot

Almost twenty minutes later then Loki typically comes to visit, he finally appears in the infirmary. You rush to him, throwing your arms around him as you pull the tall prince into a hug without even thinking. He doesn't respond, his body remaining stiff against yours. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't-" you quickly apologize and take a step away from him, worried you've made him uncomfortable.

Just as suddenly, Loki puts his arms around you and pulls you back towards him. "I was just starting to enjoy that," he chuckles and you feel a wave of relief wash over you. He sighs contently as he relaxes into your embrace.

"I heard about what happened on the mission and I was so worried you had been hurt," you admit, resting your cheek against his chest. He moves one hand up and down your back slowly to comfort you and you shift your arms a bit higher, touching the middle of his back.

He winces when you move and you let go of him instantly, looking up with concern. "I'm afraid I am not quite as injury free as I appear," he says in a low voice. His illusion fades and you see a long, fairly deep cut on his right cheek. You reach out gently, touching his chin to move his head for a better view of the wound. He looks into your eyes and says, "There are a few others." You frown then take his hand quietly, leading him into one of the exam rooms.

You walk over to the tall cabinet in the room and start to gather the things you will need to clean and close his wounds. You turn towards him to ask him a question but your mind goes blank. Loki's standing with his back to you, taking off his dress shirt.

Why does he always need to take off his shirt, he's distracting enough with it on, you can't stop the thought from popping into your head. Oh... no, your thoughts shift immediately when you see a long, shallow wound on his back. He turns to face you and you see several bruises forming on his left side as well as a few cuts on his chest and stomach.

You frown again, feeling concerned by the number of injuries. "I'll start with the wound on your back first," you suggest, "Since it's the largest one."

He nods in agreement then sits on the table, facing away from you and you stand behind him. "I didn't mean to worry you," he says when you start cleaning the area. "I had no way to contact you in order to let you know I would be late tonight."

"Is that your way of asking for my number?" you ask as you start to prep the wound for closure. Oh my god, why would you say that? you scold yourself. He's literally bleeding and you think he's hitting on you or something.

"It was not," he says.

You physically cringe at his response, your only saving grace is that he can't see you. Very smooth dummy. First you force him into a hug and now you did whatever the hell that was, you think. What is the matter with you tonight?

"That is an excellent idea though. I would like to be able to speak to you without having to wait until you are working. Would that be okay?" he asks with a smile, turning to look over his shoulder.

"Stay still," you tell him gently, putting your hand on his shoulder so he doesn't move too much. "And, yea," you smile excitedly. "That would definitely be okay. Remind me when I'm done putting you back together."

"I will. I enjoy our talks," he says and you blush, again thankful he can't see you.

"Me too," you agree happily. Okay, so that wasn't a total disaster, you think with relief.

"And I appreciated the hug," he adds. "I wouldn't be opposed to another once you are finished."

"I think that can be arranged," you tell him as you finish closing his wound.

You pause just before you cover it with gauze and realize Loki is humming the annoying song from your favorite gum commercial. I wonder if he is humming it to distract himself from reading my mind or because it truly is stuck in his head again.

He chuckles knowing he has been caught and says, "It's not so bad once you get used to it."

"Right?" you giggle.

When you finish you ask, "How does that feel?"

"Much better, thank you," he says over his shoulder. You turn away from him to clean up and gather a few more things to work on the rest of his injuries. He shifts on the table so he is facing forward and he smiles when you come closer again.

"None of these will need any stitches," you explain as you examine the cuts on his chest, side and stomach. "This one will though," you motion to the deeper wound on his right peck. You bring you tray closer and stand in front of him. Looking back towards the tray, you pick up a piece of gauze and your leg bumps into his knee when you move.

"I'm sorry," you tell him. You suddenly feel nervous being so close to him but unfortunately you will need to be a bit closer if you want to do the stitches properly.

"It's quite alright," he responds and you stand with your leg against his, cleaning the skin around his injury as gently as possible. You lean towards him, trying to keep as much distance as you can between the two of you. "Would this be better?" he offers as he spreads his legs then puts his hand on your lower back, pulling you closer.

"Yea," you manage to answer as you feel your face heat up. He doesn't remove his hand from your lower back and you reach for a tool on the tray but miss as you keep your eyes fixed on his wound. He hands it to you and you look up at him, "Thanks."

"I might as well be helpful," he smiles and you smile back.

Stop staring at his face, you tell yourself and you look down quickly. No, not better, you think when you remember you are standing between his legs. Focus, you remind yourself, you've done stitches hundreds of times on good looking guys. This isn't any different. Yes, okay, sure, he's way hotter then they are and he's easy to talk to now that he stopped being a jerk and sometimes he flirts with me... I think and he always smells really good even though I'm not sure what exactly he smells like but whatever, none of that means I can freak out now. I'm a professional.

He chuckles and you look up, your heart goes from fluttering to sinking quickly. He's laughing at my thoughts, you realize and take a step away from him but his hand on your back keeps you from going too far.

"I'm sorry," he apologizes and touches your chin with his other hand gently, trying to have you look at him. "I wasn't laughing at you for thinking those things."

You shake your head away from his touch and don't respond to him. Instead you tell him, "I can close this and your cheek then you should leave. It's late and I need to adjust the inventory so none of this looks like it is missing."

"Y/N," he says softly.

"You promised you would stop doing it, but you've been doing it all night," you say as you pick up the needle and begin to stitch his wound. "Haven't you?"

"I have," he answers, his hand dropping from your back. "I'm sorry-"

"Just stop," you interrupt him. "I'm so tired of hearing you say that." He touches your cheek and you move your head again. "I have to focus," you say without looking at him.

He sits quietly until you finish working on his chest. You concentrate on each stitch, trying to keep your mind clear but it only works for so long. I hate this... I don't want to be annoyed with him again. I understand that he can't always control his telepathy but it still feels like an invasion of my privacy, especially when he laughs at what I'm thinking about. It's awkward enough to have a crush on Loki, but for him to be able to look into my mind and see how I feel about him, it's so uncomfortable. Why can't he understand that?

When you are done he asks, "Will you let me speak now?"

"Fine," you agree and clean off the tray. You gather the garbage on a towel and turn to walk away from him.

"That can wait," he takes your wrist lightly to keep you from leaving. You nod, putting the items back down. "Y/N, I apologize for listening to your thoughts... again. I know I promised you I would refrain from doing it but it is becoming harder to keep it from happening accidentally," he tells you. He waits a moment and when you look at him he adds, "I think it is because I like you so much."

Your mouth falls open in shock and you are unable to speak as you process what he said.

He smiles nervously, "The closer I feel to you, the more often your thoughts simply appear in my mind. It has never happened to me with anyone else but I have never feel this connected to anyone. I greatly enjoy being around you and I wish to spend as much time with you as possible, preferably outside of the infirmary if that is okay with you."

You blink then ask, "You like me?"

He laughs, "Did I not state that clearly enough? Yes, Y/N, I like you very much and I don't think I would be wrong to assume you feel the same about me?"

"Yes, I mean no," you giggle nervously, "I mean..." you take a deep breath to steady your thoughts, "I like you too, I just wasn't expecting you to say all of that to be honest."

He puts his hand on your lower back again and you step towards him. "It is unfortunate you have not been able to read my mind then," he says with a smile, "Because I have done nothing but think about you as of late."

You blush again and look into his eyes but the cut on his right cheek catches your attention. "I really should take care of this, you tell him," touching just below the injury gently.

"You truly are a wonderful healer," he says quietly when you begin cleaning the wound.

"That's not what you called me the other night," you mumble then look at him. "I'm sorry, I-"

"No, you are right as usual," he says. "I spoke out in anger but you are the best healer who has ever treated me."

"I'm probably the only one who ever has," you joke and pick something else off the tray.

He touches your cheek and you look up again, "That does not mean you are not the best in this realm or any other."

"Stop trying to make me blush, I need to concentrate," you giggle. "I don't want to mess up your perfect face." He smiles but before he can reply you warn him, "Don't do that either. I'm going to start stitching now so no talking, smiling or being cute."

You work in comfortable silence, feeling Loki's eyes on you. You look away from his cheek and make eye contact then look back to what you are doing quickly. Biting your lip, you finish the last of the stitches and reach for the gauze. Loki hands it to you, he has been paying attention to your process and it makes you smile. You cut off a small piece of tape and your eyes drift to Loki's lips then back to his now closed wound. You place your tools back on the tray, remove your gloves then roll it away a bit.

You stand in front of Loki, his legs still on either side of yours, his hand slides ever so slightly up and down your back. Your chest is close to his bare chest and you allow your thoughts to wander for a brief moment.

Loki's other hand moves to the side of your neck, touching you lightly in the same place it rested in the image that was in your mind only seconds ago. He pulls you gently closer, your fingers graze his back and he smirks at you. "That was a very interesting little thought you had, darling," he says as his lips inch slowly closer to yours.

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wlntrsldler · 8 months ago

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u don’t understand i read someone mentioned something about luke and the boys going skinny dipping but imagine luke and five star going skinny dipping??? BEFORE they started dating?????? like at first it starts teasingly like “u said we were going to the lake, five star— where’d all your enthusiasm go, huh?” and they’re both just going at each other when five star decides fuck it and takes off her shirt and the MINUTE luke sees her bra his mind goes blank, his face turns red and he realizes oh shit this is actually going to happen???? fuck fuck fuck

a/n: suggestive content!

five star and luke have had many 'almost-kisses' before they got together and i think THIS was one of them.

like it's been established that luke tends to stay up late when he gets inspired to write music (and when five star finally gives him the time of day, this man is UP LATE) so i think it happens during one of your late nights, after they spent that day at achilles arcade.

you for some reason can't sleep so you leave your room to grab some water and luke has the same idea (he can't finish the bridge of one of the songs and it's driving him crazy). there's a lot of 'will they' 'won't they' during this point of your relationship.

luke grumbling about not having the right words for this song and you're like, 'you need to step away from it for a bit. staring at a blank page won't do anything. come on.'

and when you beckon luke to leave the cabin, luke is quick to get on his feet to follow you because he'd follow you anywhere! you lead him to the lake and makes a joke about how it was the perfect weather to go skinny dipping. it's not too cold, there's no breeze in the air, it was a perfect montauk night. and luke is smirking, taking his shirt off already, walking towards the edge of the water.

your jaw is on the floor because you were kidding! and also because all those days in the gym were really paying off for luke. he's standing there, undoing his belt, kicking his clothes around everywhere as he moves further and further from you.

'come on, five star!" luke calls, 'you said it so you gotta do it!"

he doesn't actually think you'll do it so imagine his surprise when you take your shirt off and you're undoing your short pajama pants. luke's throat feels like it's closing up because five star looks so ethereal under the moonlight and he's really regretting being so bold. he was weak in the knees and it wasn't like he could hide what five star was doing to him when he has his clothes off.

you don't get completely naked because both of you are too crush-shy to actually do that at this point, so you're splashing around in the water in your underwear, trying your best to keep your laughter quiet because everyone else was surely asleep.

at one point, you manage to dunk luke's head into the water and in retaliation, luke grabs you by the waist until you're squirming in his arms, giggling about how the water is colder than you expected. when luke finally lets you go, your chests are pressed against each other and you're both breathless, partly for laughing so much and partly because you were so close to each other and if you just moved an inch or two, you would be kissing.

'your heart is beating really fast,' you whispered, watching a drop of water trickle down the side of luke's face.

'yours too,' he sighed, eyes darting between your eyes and your lips. and he really wants to kiss you right now and he was about to until he sees someone with a flashlight making their way to the lake. 'shit, five star, we're about to get in trouble.'

'not if we outrun them,' then you're swimming out of the lake, grabbing all of your clothes that are scattered all over the place and luke is running after you, unable to stop the smile on his face when you reach back to hold his hand.

the two of you get back to the cabin, soaking wet, and causing puddles all over the hardwood floors.

#frances replies #poisoned mercury chats #luke castellan x reader

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cherryredstars · 11 months ago

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Hiii cherry♥️ i have a request for simon🙃🫠 ok so smth where they kidnap his civilian wife and he's losing his mind trying to find and save her😣😫 also she's pregnant but he doesn't know🥲 love your writing mwah mwah💋💋♥️♥️

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x fem!reader

Warnings: Angst(???), Mentions of Kidnapping, Mentions to Simon’s Trauma, Happy Ending

Summary: His worst fear has come true.

Word Count: 1.5K (Unedited)

He’s loosing his fucking mind.

Of course, right when he got comfortable. Right when all these fears started to melt away. Right when he was happy and he had a family again. Everything always goes to shit for him. He can't have a single good thing. History repeats itself. Again and again and again. He should have known. He should have known better. He knew better. He shouldn’t have gotten close to someone again.

Six good years. Six peaceful years.That’s what he got. Six years without any threats, or blackmailing, or discovering. Six years of learning how to love and be loved. Six years of finally having a home again. Six years isn't enough. He wants more damnit. If you’ve taught him anything, it's that he deserves more. And he’d be damned if he didn’t fight for it. Fight for you. But in order to do that he has to fight through this… this fog in his head. This murky fuzziness that shadows in the corners of his mind. It makes his trained focus wane.

He can’t focus on anything for more than a few minutes. He’s zoning out. One second he’s thinking strategies in a briefing room, then his eyes are floating past Price’s shoulders and he’s looking at the fucking wall. You’re missing and all Simon, or Ghost, or he can do is look at the fucking concrete walls like a fucking idiot. Any sounds are just white noise, a soft, distant buzzing. He doesn’t process anything. It’s not going through one ear and out the other. No, it’s not even reaching him. He’s not even thinking about anything as he sits there. It’s all just blank, empty.

He’s claustrophobic too. He can’t sit in a room for too long. Can’t stand too close to any single person. Fuck going to the mess for food or training or meetings or even being on base. He can’t even fucking spend more than an hour in his barrick before he can see the walls shrinking in on him. It makes his breath quicken and he races out of there quickly. But there isn’t anywhere else he can go. He can’t even stomach the thought of going to your shared home. He knows the second he steps in he’ll feel like a traitor, a murderer, and an accomplice to your abduction. He won’t survive that, he can’t. It feels like he’s back in that fucking coffin again.

He needs to get up and walk around. His body demands it. He… he needs to be doing something. He just doesn’t know what. So he trains and works out and runs laps over a thousand times. He bounces his knees when he sits. He shifts in his chair no matter how comfortable it is. He picks at loose threads on his gloves and he fidgets with his combat gear. He cleans and disassembles his guns and puts them back together. He does paperwork, or he attempts to. He can’t focus on the words and he can’t get his words right. He spends the time in his office bouncing his knee and clicking his pen and sweating because even though the window is open he can see the walls caving in from the corner of his eye. Nothing is right. Nothing he does is ever right.

He’s just so tired.

In the late hours of the night, usually on the nights he comes back from deployment or had a god awful nightmare, he would lay awake with you. The two of you facing each other, breathing in each other’s exhales as he played with your hair. He would lean in close and whisper into the still air, I don’t know what I would do without you. It’s the truth. Look at him now: an unfunctional mess with less capabilities than a bloody piece of paper. He’s absolutely useless without you. I don’t know what I would do without you, he had said. Guess he knows now, and his future doesn’t look very promising, (not that it would last more than a couple of hours if you weren’t ever saved).

He isn’t the only one who sees how he’s losing his mind. Everyone sees it. Johnny, Price, Gaz, even fucking Laswell. It makes him want to laugh. In fact, he does laugh in Price’s face. It’s funny, really. Really goddamn funny. Price and the lot of them. He won’t admit that he feels like he’s backed into a corner. That he’s seconds away from barring claws and fangs at them. He thinks he’s really fucking funny.

“You’re not going on this mission, Simon. I’m not signing off on it.”

Ghost wants to roll his eyes. Of course Simon isn’t going to go. That weak, emotional twat would get killed in seconds. Ghost is going. Not Simon, never Simon. Not anymore. But Price is looking at him like he’s fucking stupid. Like he’s dense and missing something. Then it clicks. If Simon isn’t going… that also means Ghost isn’t going. Two lives in one he realizes. Ghost and Simon. Simon and You.

“Like fucking hell I’m not going!” Both of them growl, Simon and Ghost together. For your sake, he can get his mind straight. There is no fucking way that he isn’t going to go out there and save you. Leave your life- the only life that matters in this damn world- in the hands of someone else? He thinks absolutely fucking not. He just hopes Price doesn’t see the thickening film over his eyes that’s been developing since you’ve been gone.

“It’s too personal for you. At this rate, you’re more of a liability than an asset.”

The anger coursing through his bones is strong and vibrating. His hands are clenching and unclenching at his sides and he feels like he can breathe fire. “Yeah? Things between the two of us are about to get fucking personal.”

Price does nothing but look at him calmly. He gives Ghost a pat on the shoulder, one that he quickly brushes off, and… walks away. It leaves Simon fuming, but as he stands there, his mind drifts again. And it floats and it flutters and his mind has gone blank again. His anger dies down to nothingness. He hates when that old geezer is right.

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It’s made final. He watches them through the cameras in Laswell’s room. Yeah, he’s on Laswell’s personal assistant duty. He’s standing besides her, brooding as the rest of 141 board the chopper. He watches as it slowly begins to lift off the pad, and in a few seconds, it’s flying away. Laswell gives him what’s supposed to be a comforting pat on the shoulder, but Simon just stands there, looking at the empty helicopter pad.

He spends the rest of the time blanking out. He doesn’t really care for what Laswell is saying to her team on base, telling them to check coordinates and statuses and whatnot. Every now and then, one of the lads says something in comms that fills the room with static words. It all just sounds like white noise. Simon only realizes that they retrieved that target when Laswell shakes his shoulders and gives them a tight squeeze. It takes him a minute or two, his mind trying to channel in. But then it hits. It registers in his mind and in his heart and in his body. The fuzzy edges of his mind recede and everything looks sharper than it has in the past week and a half.

You’re coming home. He sags, head buried in his hands. His shoulders shake as he cries.

Even when the tears dry, he stays in that position until the boys get back. He jumps up, following behind Laswell to the medical center. The rest of 141 is there already, conversing about the briefing they will have to go to afterwards. When they hear the two of them approaching, they quieten up and smile. Simon doesn’t give them the chance to say anything before he pulls each of them into a hug, muttering that he owes each of them one. When he gets to Price, he holds onto him the longest, thank yous rushing from his mouth. When he finally pulls away, he asks how you are.

Price smiles, slapping his shoulder firmly, “Both are fine. Just check ups.”

Simon furrows, looking at Price, “There was another hostage?”

He’s confused when no one answers, looking around. He wants to slap the wide smile off of all their faces. Have they gone manic or something?

His attention draws back to Price as he chuckles, “Her and the baby.”

Simon feels his breath escape his lungs, his mind getting light headed. He might just cry again. He wastes no time walking into the room, eyes wide as he looks to the bed. You’re conversing casually with the nurse, hand resting on your stomach. When they both hear him enter, the both of you quiet and turn. You smile at him, opening your mouth to say something that never escapes as he rushes you. His hug is bone crushing, but you let him have it.

You’re finally back. You and the baby.

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standardfriends · 8 months ago

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you melt up my body 🍨

Word Count: 2.2k || Kim Junkyu x Fem. Reader || Tags: Smut, Daddy Kink, Degradation, Food Innuendos/References, Angst, Established Relationship, Toxic Pranks, Fem Petnames (Baby Girl, Princess), Mention of Safe Word

Junkyu arrives at home after a long day at his part time job. It's just a basic gig at a ice cream shop but it covers his half of the rent so it's enough for him. However it also happens to be the same day college acceptance letters came in the mail. You and Junkyu prank each other a lot, for instance on your birthday he pretended he had forgotten, after you finally came out of your room from crying for hours he and your friends jumped out to surprise you with ice cream cake, your favorite, and gifts. Or on Christmas you both had the idea of pretending to get each other coal, however once you both started opening gifts that fell through immediately. You decide to get him again today and make him think he didn't get into his first choice. Was it a little cruel? Well yes, but you know he's smart enough to eventually figure out you're lying out of your ass, he's not as oblivious as you. If falling for this prank would fall under being oblivious that is. Walking into the kitchen he finds you on the counter shuffling through the mail as you usually do and doesn’t think much of it.

"Hey baby, how have you been today." Leaning in to kiss the corner of your lips earning a giggle from you. "I've been ok guess what came in the mail today~" you say gleefully, causing Junkyu to instantly grab at the envelopes in your hand. He furiously shuffles, once, twice, and three times. Only to realize that the one he was looking forward to the most isn't there, this had to be a joke right. A soft chuckle escapes him, "None from Princeton? Are you sure.." he tries his best to coat his words with calm unlike the anxiety racing in his mind. You put on the biggest sad puppy eyes as your boyfriend's eyebrows continue to furrow in confusion, "I checked the back of the mailbox & asked the mail man baby I'm sorry..." His mind just goes blank, his eyes filled with an empty dark stare.

He did everything perfectly, he was valedictorian, he was on several varsity sports, was the leader of the lite music club, and even did volunteer work on top of working. He can't help but be overcome with despair, how could this happen, why him, he did everything needed and more so why? "I mean, I didn't want you to go off and leave me here, it's too far anyways." You continue with the prank and try to gauge his reaction, he's looking down at the letters in his hands intently so you can't see his face. That giggle was just his final straw, it felt like the person he expected to understand his depression the most was mocking him. It was eating him alive. "Are you fucking dumb?" He finally looks you in the eyes, your smile has never dropped faster. His eyebrows furrow jaw quivering with rage. "You out of everyone should know how long I've been wanting to go to this school. And yet you have the audacity to sit here and laugh. It's funny to you because what? You didn't want to be lonely for a little bit while I literally complete one of my life goals. I feel like I just wasted four years of my life for nothing and you're laughing." He scoffs he cant believe it you are so fucking selfish. As he continues to chew you out you struggle to hold back tears, you just want to tell him it was a joke. You can't stand it when he yells, it's like he's a whole different person. You know you've gone too far, you actually hurt him this time.

He's spent up all his energy being angry at this point so he can do nothing but turn and face the cold marble counters. Tears streaming from his eyes, life is just so shitty and cruel he cant stand it. He put so much effort for it to all be a waste, like an idiot, and that his whole life he was lied to. You try to compose yourself, you knew this was important but you didn't realize this prank would lead to you feeling like the biggest asshole ever. To restore some hope to his now crushed dreams you grab his letter from under you, you bring it into his teary vision, knowing it was time to come clean. "Congrats on getting in baby! I'm so proud of you..." It takes him a second to process what you said through your strained voice yet he grips the small paper packet from you and starts sobbing with relief. He turns to look at you and hugs you deeply. Mumbling thank you, thank god, thank you, thank you, thank you.' And you sit there crying with him until he calms down.

Usually after pranks like this he immediately buries his head into the crook of your neck and asks if you want to get your shared favorite creamy dessert but today something is different. He simply wipes his face while smirking and giggling to himself, when he finally looks into your glassy brown eyes. "So you think it's funny to mess with my feelings princess?" Huh? Princess-Where did that come from? Junkyu thinks that'd be too easy, you toyed with him a lot today, he has to get his lick back somehow. "Don't act like you don't know what I mean baby..." He inches his face closer to you till you can feel his steaming breath on your lips. "Seems like you need to be taught a lesson." Without taking your eyes away from his intent gaze on your lips you sharply inhale. You definitely get the memo when swiftly you are on the counter again your shorts ripped off your legs in record time. This is not how you saw this prank going at all but you can't say you're complaining.

Junkyu crashes his lips against yours desperate to prod your mouth open with his tongue, fiercely fighting for control. You can tell he's irritated enough and give in without a fight, you're too focused trying to keep up with his aggressive nature that you forget to breathe.

While your lips are starting to swell he pushes your panties to the side, looking like a rabid dog starved for days. "What a little slut how are you already so wet? Getting so needy from me being mean to you." You trace the lines of his hands with your eyes as he glides his fingers against your folds. His gaze is completely enamored by your, it's as if your a popsicle melting in the sun. His gaze burning holes into you while also making you more desperate. He loves dominating you watching you twitch at how antagonizing his motions are. He then lowers his head and licks his flat tongue against your dripping core making you melt in his hand. "This cunt tastes so good, so good just for me babygirl." he says staring deep into your eyes, he's so cocky. Only he could have you on the kitchen counter sensitive to his every touch. "I'll teach you to trick me again you cock hungry slut." Junkyu degrading you was different but god did it make your thighs press together (which he pried open of course) you were going to take his punishment like the dumb bitch you are.

Giving no time to adjust he sticks two fingers in the pain making you hitch your breath he just smirks and clicks his tongue. He starts pumping his fingers in and out of your heat, focusing hard on your walls clenching around his digits, while curling his tongue to flick your sensitive bud. You bite your lips trying to suppress your mewls and moans. God does he make it hard it's been less than a minute and yet he's hitting your g-spot so consistently he knows the insides and outs of your body better than you do sometimes. Junkyu being attentive as he is sharply takes notice, "You had no problem being a little brat earlier giggling while making me panic babygirl, daddy wants to hear every noise when he makes you cream on his fingers." You try to ignore him as you don't wan't all the neighbors to know that your boyfriend is fucking you dumb but he doesn't care. Misbehaving earned you a nice red mark on your thigh, it only made him more unrelenting. You try so hard to keep your composure but the way he's giving so much friction to your clit you can't help but grab his hair and push him away. Groaning when he quickly ceases "Ah Ah princess hands on the counter you're gonna take the punishment I give you." You end up trying to dig your nails into the counter only to have your grip fail you every single time. Junkyu finds you struggling under him so amusing, this is the person that tried to mess with him 10 minutes ago and now you're a moaning mess, begging him to give your poor pussy a break, how pathetic.

He rests his arm behind your back as your moans get louder and intensify, watching your strength and resistance weakening. "Junkyu—mmm I-I'm so—mm—" You try so hard to let him know but he's distracted, pounding into you unrelentingly. With every motion his palm hits your pussy rhythmically and sending shocks through your bud you didn't know were possible. Within seconds you release onto his finger shaking from the immense release washing over your body. It was like a mind numbing brain freeze of pure ecstasy. Whatever, Junkyu keeps going, "Stop closing your legs you cock drunk whore you know this what you deserve. Too bad you were being a stupid brat now daddy's gonna fuck your pretty little cunt until his fingers cramp." If there's one thing Junkyu doesn't do it's empty promises, your resistance if anything makes him rougher more aggressive than ever. Between your overstimulated moans and shaking all you can manage is "Junkyu please—stop! Daddy too much—Ah I can't! Please Junkyu—" He does nothing but continue to stare at your reactions, him biting his lip watching your eyes roll to the back of your head, he's so smug knowing that he's making you feel this way. You're his pretty little sex doll, no one else controls you like this, only him. Junkyu starts curling his fingers more, as overwhelming as it is he sure knows how to use his hands. "Daddy please it hurts, Junkyu it's too much I'm sorry please stop" you choke between tears the feeling has engulfed you, your legs are twitching and numb all you can do is hear the squelching of his hands rhythmically going in and out. "You should've thought about that earlier slut, and don't act like you're not enjoying this princess you haven't said our safe word once." It's like he scooped you out and ate you up, there's nothing you could hide from him. Junkyu ramming into your pussy over and over again until you can only think of him turns you on so much.

You quickly reach your second, third, and fourth orgasm. Around your incoming fifth orgasm he starts to burn up taking off his shirt to reveal his tonedd chest. Seeing you fully slutted out, cock drunk, and vulnerable for him just motivates him to keep going. As much as he'd like to keep up this "punishment" the tent in his pants has other ideas. "Fuck baby you keeping cumming and squirting for daddy think you got another one in you?" he unzips a bit to palm himself through his underwear. He's trying so hard to not be so needy, that's what you are, his vulnerable needy little fuck toy who is giving him such a show. But he couldn't help it hearing you yell his name, begging him, calling him daddy like the little slut you are how could he not get turned on. "Sorry daddy needs to feel all of you, Im gonna fill up your tight little cunt so good princess." You moan out in a dazed state, you couldn't even properly respond cause next thing you know his cock thrusts into you without warning. "Taking me in...so good baby, fuck!" His pace is so fast the room is filled with wet lewd noises and clapping of skin. Between your bodies is a mixture of so many different emotions and feelings. It drives him crazy feeling your walls clench and suck him in so well. He'd usually try and last longer but you just feel so good, he can feel everything it's as if he's on cloud nine. Only you could take him in so we'll, it was like you were made for him.

"I'm cumming baby girl, daddy's gonna fill up his pretty little toy with his seed." His pace starts to slow down you reaching your limit as well. Finally he releases into you with one last thrust and he circles your bud helping you both ride out your highs. Not moving an inch to make sure that not a drop of cum leaks out.You stay there for a while, pressing your sweaty heads together through the silence of your breaths. Even when Junkyu finally does pull out he pushes all his seed right back into you as if it's a precious homemade recipe. After finally wiping you down and helping you off the counter, that's when he goes back to your normal loving boyfriend. Asking you, "Let's go get some ice cream, hmm?"

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haunt3dh3art · 2 years ago

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Promise | Yandere! Simon "Ghost" Riley X Reader

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TWs/Warnings:

[ Obsessive behaviour, yandere behaviours, threatening behaviours, non-canon behaviour, murder mention, obsessive behaviour]

Ghost has been running rampant in my silly little brain recently, so enjoy this little tidbit🍒💗

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"Ghost! I wanted to speak to you!"

You see him walking down the hallway and put your hand on his shoulder. He turns and as you look into his eyes, you get a shiver down your spine.

His eyes seemed.. empty. Lifeless.

"Are you okay?" You ask tentatively.

Ghost doesn't say anything, just looks at you with no hint that he even acknowledged what you said. You can tell something is seriously fucking wrong.

You pull him into a nearby empty storage room and close the door, making sure to lock it.

"Ghost, what's got you like this? You're unresponsive at the best of times, but something looks actually wrong. If I can help, tell me how."

He blinks at you, but starts to take off his headgear. He places his helmet next to him.

"I don't know if you can help," He says flatly. "I think it's past the point of no return."

You shake your head. "I'm not quite sure I-"

"You have no idea the things I've done while thinking of you, Y/N."

His voice is deep, heavy with an emotion you can't pinpoint. Anger? Disgust? The things he's done?

"I live for you, I've killed for you, I'd die for you."

Time stood still. Nothing outside of this room existed for a torturous, endless minute.

"Killed?"

The word sounds almost ridiculous when you say it so meekly; killing is what you do, it's your profession. And yet, the way you say it now, you've never been more repulsed by.

Ghost only nods.

He doesn't even offer up a name.

Your mind runs rampant for what seems like hours and your body welcomes a sudden influx of adrenaline.

It couldn't of been anyone close to you or even on 141.

Your mind only shoots blanks as you try to think of someone you don't see around base anymore.

Bile builds up in your throat as you realise Ghost has earned his name.

"This was for you, Y/N. For your safety. For us."

You look at Ghost and he takes the form of a predator.

He steps forward and gently takes your face in his hands.

"You are my top priority, my highest concern. Everything I do for you is to make sure you are healthy and safe," He says softly.

Ghost's eyes are all you can see as the room around you goes dark.

"I'm always going to be in the shadows, watching, waiting."

He's never going to let you out of his iron sights again.

"I'm always going to be near."

A warning.

"You won't even know it."

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gyumibear · 1 year ago

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💖 create a sim(p)! — 27: first love

synopsis — after stupidly claiming on stream that you’ve been dating popular youtuber choi beomgyu in secret after accidentally creating an identically looking sim, you beg him not to reveal your lie to the public when it goes viral. weirdly, he agrees and you two begin to fool the public. can your lie become the truth or will it eventually catch up with you?

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warnings — descriptions of creepy and threatening behavior, mentions of stalking, descriptions of nightmares. (wc — 2.5k)

You lay back on the soft, cream comforter of your new bed, reflecting on the day's events. Today had been a dragging one– the chore of unpacking boxes, but you had finally settled into the shared apartment. As you gazed around at the newly decorated space, you wondered if you really had completed everything on your to-do list. Yes, you had unpacked everything and put up the decorations just the way you wanted. It seemed like you had taken care of everything. Right? Right.

Felix was out as usual, probably hanging out with his friend Chan, who never seemed to warm up to you the few times you had met in the past. You couldn't help but wonder why Chan was so weird with you. It was as if he knew something about you that you didn't, something that made him untrusting of you. But it was whatever, you supposed, you brushed it aside. At the end of the day, you and Felix had a good relationship with each other, and nothing could change that.

As you continued to just think, you heard some weird noises near the front of the apartment. It sounded like someone was struggling to get in. You realized Felix must have forgotten his keys again. He didn’t do it often, but accidents happen you know. You chuckled at the thought good-naturedly, hopping off the bed to go let him in.

Crossing the threshold into the living room, you marveled at the sleek marble flooring and minimalistic decor. Felix wasn’t one to showcase his wealth, but you knew deep down he just wasn't into decorating. He’d probably let his mom do the decorating when he’d first moved in and never decided to change it. ‘Twas the way of men.

To your surprise, when you opened the door, you found someone unexpectedly standing there, smiling mischievously as if they knew they weren't supposed to be there.

"Hey," Beomgyu said, his eyes sparkling with a hint of something. "So this is where you moved to. Figured you'd come running to Felix. That’s his name right?"

Your heart skipped a beat. "Beomgyu, what are you doing here?" You asked neutrally, trying to keep your composure, but your mind– and heart– was racing. How did he find out where you lived? Why did he come here?

"Is that really important right now?" Beomgyu took a step closer, but you instinctively moved back, seeing a flash of hurt in his eyes before they regained their sparkle. "I'm here! Shouldn't you welcome your guest?"

"Beomgyu—"

"Call me Gyu! I like when you do that," he interjected with a playful grin.

You took a deep breath, trying to make sense of the situation. "Beom— Gyu, why are you here?"

His smile grew wider, and he seemed almost too eager. "I wanted to see you. It's been a while, but I couldn't get you out of my mind. I mean, you never responded to my letter. I know I totally ran out on you, but I meant what I said on that live stream. I love you, YN."

You blinked in disbelief. He couldn't be serious. "Beomgyu, this isn’t right. You can't just show up unannounced like this. It’s basically stalking."

"I wouldn’t have had to if you didn’t block my number. Why would you even do that?" he asked, his eyes searching yours.

Feeling increasingly uncomfortable, you stepped back, your hand on the doorknob. "Beomgyu, please leave. I don't know how you found out where I live, but this is crossing a line."

He stared at you, not speaking, and the sparkle in his eyes sent chills down your spine. How could someone look so blank yet have such bright eyes?

Panicking, you backed away, slamming the door behind you. Now, you were definitely going to run to your room to grab your phone and text Felix for help. There was something strange going on with Beomgyu and you didn’t want to be alone with him anymore. But as you turned around, you froze.

Beomgyu was standing right in front of you, arms crossed, and his eyes no longer sparkled but appeared dark and intense. You’d never seen this look on him before. It didn’t even seem like one he could make! This wasn’t the Beomgyu you knew. At all.

"That was mean," The playful words didn’t match his cold, detached tone one bit. “It’s not nice to slam doors on your guests.”

"How did you–?” Your heart raced as you stumbled backward, hitting the door from the shock of his sudden proximity. Your mind was racing, desperate to find a way out of this hellish encounter. "Beomgyu, please just– go!"

But he didn't move, and the sense of unease and danger intensified. Your heart was almost pounding in your ears. Your eyes darted all over the apartment, trying to summon an exit that would get you distance from the black-haired man in front of you. It’s funny how an apartment that had just become a place of security for you now felt like a confined space as Beomgyu’s dark presence loomed over you.

Nobody spoke, but your previous words hung in the air, haunting the narrative. It was like you and Beomgyu were in a stalemate, the tension building and building. Your breathing had become shallow as your body trembled slightly from fear. The room was incredibly thick with an unspoken threatening aura and you knew something bad was going to happen to you. Helpless and terrified, you squeezed your eyes closed as Beomgyu finally darted towards you.

In your last moments, you screamed.

You found yourself jolting up in your bed, sweat almost drenching your body. You could feel the fabric of your comforter under your tight fists. You pulled your arm up to rest your hand on your heart, drinking in greedy breaths of air you hadn’t known you were lacking. So it was a nightmare? You hadn’t even realized you were asleep. It had felt so… real.

You kicked your feet over the edge of the bed, your unoccupied hand searching around aimlessly for your cell phone. When it was finally found, you quickly typed out a message to your roommate. He read it quickly, and a few short minutes later he was entering your room.

Felix’s warm brown eyes scanned your room, eyebrows creasing in worry when he’d finally found your defeated form. He walked over silently, arms opening as he neared you. You didn’t need to speak, you just let yourself find your way into his embrace. You weren’t crying or anything, but Felix knew you well enough to know when you needed a hug. You let him hold you until you weren’t shaking hard enough to inhibit your speech.

“I’m sorry.” You murmured into his soft, cotton shirt.

“What for?” He replied gently.

“I woke you up, didn’t I?”

“That’s okay,” You could hear the smile in his voice, “I don’t mind. Cause it’s you.”

You smiled a little at that, heartwarming. Your heart had slowed down to a more manageable beat, so you pulled away– missing the warmth as you did. Felix smiled down at you comfortingly before sitting next to you on the bed. His blond hair was messy, indicative of the rest he had just come from, but his eyes weren’t tired. No, it seemed like every time Felix looked at you his eyes became fuller with life.

“Do you want to talk about what happened?” He tilted his head slightly, tone hesitant. “You don’t have to if you’re uncomfortable though.”

“No, I–” You blinked slowly. You felt safe with Felix. “I want to. Cause it's you.”

You spoke candidly, detailing every part of the nightmare you could remember. All the while, you noticed how concerned Felix was becoming, his facial expressions telling a story his mouth was not. When you finished, he turned his torso to wrap his arms around you once more. He rested his head on top of yours, nuzzling you in solace.

“I’m sorry you had a nightmare,” He spoke softly, “You’re safe now.”

“Mm…” You snuggled deeper into his arms. “Thank you for coming.”

The comforting weight of Felix’s body next to yours calmed your mood. His heartbeat grounded you, a steady rhythm that reassured you that you would be alright. His embrace was like a shield, protecting you from the lingering remembrance of the horrors of your nightmare. In moments like these, you realized just how much you relied on your friends and their unwavering support and friendship.

“Of course, you know I’m always gonna be here for you,” Felix whispered, his deep voice a soothing one in the darkness. “Always. You’re never alone when I’m around.”

“Why’re you so good to me?” You murmured mostly to yourself, but he still heard it.

“Well, do you really want the answer?”

“I guess so…”

“Okay,” He took a deep breath, “Ever since we were young I found myself enamored with you. It’s like you were this spark that lit the way for me in a world that was so vast and unknown. Like a guide, in a way. My north star, illuminating the dark path of childhood.

“From the way, you marched to the beat of your own drum, uncaring of how others may have perceived your decisions. You seemed so confident in yourself that it was contagious. You helped me onto the path of self-discovery. Eventually, growing up was so much easier when you were around, it felt like I could do anything with you by my side. You’re kinda the reason why I am the way I am today…”

Felix’s words brought memories of your shared childhood into your mind. Shared laughter, adventures, and secrets whispered flooded your mind. He had always been there, that was true. You couldn’t remember a memory without him somewhere in it. He and Sunoo had been with you almost your whole life. Your memories were treasured close to your heart, evidence of the connection between you three.

He sighed as if he was going back and reliving those moments as well. He pulled away from you to finally look you in your eyes as he spoke on. “You know, I had a feeling I liked you when we were kids but it was only until we were teenagers that I knew for sure.”

“Knew what?” You whispered softly, curious.

“That you were– are– my first love. I know we never got to the part where we said those three words when we were dating, but believe me, I knew the whole time. That’s what made breaking up so hard… But, I knew in my heart that we’d always be friends. That I’d be happy. Because our bond runs deeper than romantic love. It’s just love, in general. That’s why I’m here for you. Because you were for me, all along.”

His admission brought warmth to your face and tears to your eyes. You knew Felix cared about you, but you didn’t know it ran as deep as you’d just learned. And as your thoughts ran through your head: you knew you felt the same way. Felix was your first love too… And to an extent? He still was the only man you ever loved. Beomgyu came to mind for a second, but you weren’t thinking about him right now. It was all Felix.

“You know, YN, I’m sorry.” Your eyes widened in confusion.

“Why’re you sorry?”

“Cause,” He let out a soft chuckle, “I shouldn’t have let you go. I shouldn’t have broken us apart. I know you told me that it was fine and that I should just go, but I shouldn’t have. We could’ve figured something out, we always did before. I don’t know what made the last time so different.”

You took a deep breath, mulling over his sudden confession. You didn’t know he regretted what had happened between the two of you. You had always called it an amicable split after all. Turns out you’d been wrong. He didn’t want to break up. You’d thought you were doing the best for him, but really?

You thought back to the day you two had played games together. It was after you had that disagreement with Beomgyu and Felix called to cheer you up. You had thought back on your relationship then too but pushed it aside to save your friendship. You had made so many mistakes… Your heart was heavy with regret and enlightenment.

“I thought it’d be better off that way…” You admitted, biting your lip softly. “You’re right though, we would’ve found a way… I just made some bad judgment.”

“And that’s okay.” Felix assured you kindly, “You’re human.”

The two of you sat in silence for a while. There was a weight of unspoken emotions and feelings lingering in the air. This conversation had gotten heavy, but… Not in a bad way? But there was something you were mustering up the courage to ask your friend.

You whispered softly, your heart beating loudly in your chest. “Do you still love me?”

“Of course I do,” Felix answered immediately, no hesitation or lies in his words. “I’ve loved you for so long I don’t think I could ever stop loving you.”

“Yeah,” You felt relieved, knowing he felt that way. “Me too… I don’t think I could ever stop loving you either, Lix. You’re… You’re my first love too.”

At that moment, you realized the bond between you and Felix ran deeper than just platonic or romantic. It was a mature love, cultivated by understanding and time. An unbreakable connection that could stand the test of time. It was like your story with each other was far from over, rather it was just beginning.

You and Felix stayed nestled together for some time after that, talking rarely. Your conversation had said enough for tonight. His presence filled the silence enough, and soon you were able to fall asleep again. When you were snoozing peacefully, Felix tucked you in gently. With a small kiss on your forehead, he smiled to himself before leaving to retire in his own bed.

a/n — sorry this update was late, i was working hard to make it peak for y’all!! anyways, what are your thoughts? ynlix endgame or do y’all miss yngyu? also, thoughts on yn’s nightmare? 🤭

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kaminocasey · 2 years ago

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Drift This Way

Summary: *SEASON 2 SPOILERS* Tech wins the pod race. You can't help but express your worries.

A/N: I was gonna wait to post this tomorrow but I was just too excited. ALSO, @space-girl-and-droids-art inspired the tattoos mentioned, with THIS art!!!! STILL OBSESSED!!!!! <3

Pairing: Tech x Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; None

WC: 1K

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Gif Credit: @starqueensthings

Tech won the riot race. It was both thrilling and terrifying. After seeing what happened to Tay-0, you were horrified. If that happened to Tech… you don’t know what you would have done with yourself. It’s not like you could put Tech back together like you did with Tay-0, twice.

“You’ve never done this before.” You grab Tech before he starts to walk over to the pod. “What if you crash and die?”

“The odds of that happening are-” He starts but the announcer starts to tell everyone to make their way to their pods.

You tighten your grip on his hands. “If you die, I won’t forgive you.”

He smiles ever so slightly. “Do not worry.”

Your worrying was surprisingly for nothing. He was actually a natural. Which shouldn’t surprise you at this point.

When you get back to Cid’s ship, Omega starts to talk about how they should go to more riot races but you quickly shut that idea down. When Hunter finds out, he’s probably going to blow a fuse.

“Are you alright?” Tech asks when you sit down in the co-pilot seat.

You nod. “I’m fine. You?”

“I’m fine as well. I was referring to your earlier comments about not forgiving me if I died, though.” He raises an eyebrow as he looks at you.

“Oh. That.” You feel yourself go warm in the face with an awkward chuckle.

“That.” He nods.

You shrug. “I don’t know… I shouldn’t be surprised that you’re so good at pod racing.”

“You shouldn’t.” He teases, lightly and you roll your eyes.

You both are quiet for a bit, listening to Wrecker and Omega ask Cid more questions about pod racing. Cid starts to tell her about the legendary pod races that they had on Tatooine and Omega asks if you can go see them next.

“NO.” You and Tech say, simultaneously.

Looking at each other, you can’t help but laugh.

“You know… I have to admit, seeing you be confident in your racing was something.” You tell Tech when you get back to Ord Mantell.

“Always the tone of surprise.” He tuts.

You grin up at him as he sits at the bar in Cid’s.

“It was nice to see you confident, is all.” You shrug, taking a sip of your drink.

“Do you prefer it when I’m confident?” He asks, leaning on the bar so that he can look at you.

Is Tech flirting? With you? “I think I like any version of you.”

“Noted.” He nods, drinking his own drink.

Later that night, you pace quietly in front of Tech and Echo’s room above Cid’s multiple times before giving up and starting to walk back to your own.

“Is that you pacing outside my door?” Tech peeks his head out.

You look over at him, nervously. “Uh, yeah… sorry.”

He walks out in just his sleep pants, his bare chest showing his tattoos that he’s gotten over the years. You’re taken by surprise. You didn’t peg Tech as the tattooed type. Also, how have you never seen him shirtless before now?

Your mind goes slightly blank at the sight of him. “Um…” He steps toward you, letting his door slide shut behind him and you meet him halfway, as if you can’t help but gravitate toward him. You always do.

“I’m sorry if it seemed like I didn’t believe in you today. I should have been more supportive.” You lean against the wall in between your doors.

“It’s alright. I understand you were just worried.” He nods. “Even if I still don’t fully understand why.”

“Do you not?” You want desperately to reach out and trace the markings on his skin, to touch him.

He shrugs. “I have a couple of guesses.”

“Tell me.” You step closer to him.

His lips part slightly as he looks down at you with fidgeting hands, as if he wants to reach out and touch you as well.

“My first guess is that you’d be upset that you would be down a pilot if something happened to me.” He murmurs.

You chuckle. “I think Echo and Wrecker could manage piloting.”

“Have you ever flown with Wrecker?” He asks and you know he’s being serious but you can’t help but laugh.

“Guess again…” Your fingers brush against his.

“Well…” He fixes his glasses with his other hand. “My next guess, I suppose, would be… you would be emotionally compromised or have some sort of fondness for me…”

You roll your eyes, amused. “That’s one way to put it.”

“I… also have a fondness for you.” He glances down at your lips.

Your heart skips a beat at the goggled genius’ confession. A confession you were sure you’d never hear. Tech feels about you the way that you do for him.

“Really?” You ask, feeling brave enough to slide your hand up his warm chest, settling over the skull and 99 tattoos.

“Really.” He takes your hand and holds it there… over his heart.

Reaching up on your toes, you brush your lips over his lightly and timidly. Tech slides his arm around your lower back, pulling you close to him, deepening the kiss. Being confident, you realize. He sighs softly into the kiss, as if he’d been waiting for this just as long as you had.

You both hear a throat clear and quickly pull away from each other to look in time to see Echo walk into his and Tech’s room. With a roll of his eyes, Tech shakes his head at the intrusion.

But when he looks back at you, it’s full of adoration and kindness. “Maybe I ought to risk my life more often, if it incites a reaction out of you like that.”

“Very funny.” You pull him back to you so you can kiss him again.

“Do you two mind?” Hunter’s voice is in the hallway next.

“Maker…” You groan.

“I’ve got an idea.” Tech smirks, walking back to his room to put on a shirt and then coming back out. “The Marauder is currently unoccupied.”

“You’re a genius.” You kiss his shoulder as he leads you down the back steps that lead to the outside.

“Of course I am, darling.” He smirks.

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atticsandwich · 1 year ago

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in the aftermath

pairing: barbatos / gn! reader

lowercase intended, post-canon, mc had passed away after a fulfilled human lifespan, angst-ish, kinda ooc?

he can't help it; he yearns for glimpses of you time and time and time again, and just as he thinks he can finally move on, he remembers the feel of your touch and the scent of your skin...

...and so he goes back, time and time and time again.

a/n: happy (late) birthday, barb <3

barbatos knows that what he's doing is wrong.

at first, he tells himself it's for closure - he even asks permission from the demon prince to see you one last time, who, after some light persuasion, finally relents. he breathes in a nervous breath as he steps into a door in his room to see your face.

one last look. that's all he needs.

the months, years, following your death was not easy for any of your beloved demons - they knew it was coming, and despite suggestions and persuasions of extending your life through magic, you were adamant in fully embracing your natural lifespan as a human. they loved you as you grew older, as your hair turned gray, as your skin wrinkled and bagged, as your bones ached at the slightest stretch.

it was painful to watch and accept, but they loved you.

barbatos loved you.

being a demon that existed even before the creation of humanity and the human realm, he's no stranger to death - time and death go hand in hand after all. countless names and faces have been archived to the back of his mind, names and faces he will never see or hear of ever again.

so why - why couldn't he still fully accept when the day finally came for thirteen to take your soul?

he supposes you were just that impactful to him, that despite everything he's learned, experienced, steeled himself from, all of those amounted to nothing when it came to you. when you were alive, he was never one to outwardly show his affections, instead opting to show you in different ways - from always having your favorite tea blend on hand, to taking note of how much sugar you'd put in, and how much time you'd wait for the tea's warmth to be bearable. he'd also always have your favorite snacks to pair with the tea, even making it a point to take trips to the human realm because you once mentioned loving a particular brand. when he had tea with you, he'd always use the cup you picked out for him, saved only for occassions when it's just the two of you in each other's presence.

he sometimes wonders if he spent enough time with you - being a butler of the future king of the devildom certainly limited the frequency at which you two would see each other, but you always did assure him that you were content with whatever time he had free when he had his off-days.

taking another step, he's in a familiar house now. in the distance, he could hear the faint squabbling of the brothers in the dining area - something about mammon taking levi's pudding earlier that afternoon. eventually he arrives to the door of your room, and before he could knock, it swings wide open, and he's greeted by the face he's longed for.

"barbatos! what are you doing here?"

he pauses, his mind blank. "i... i simply missed you, is all," in a sense, he truly wasn't lying. you smile at his confession.

"hm...? are you... crying, barb?" you ask, concerned, reaching to wipe the tears off his face with your thumb. he revels at the warmth of your palms, indulging in it for just a small while.

"it seems... i missed you more than i thought."

giggling, you tiptoe to plant a small kiss on the bridge of his nose. "you're always welcome to come see me, you know."

"i know." is his only reply, before engulfing you in his arms in a tight embrace. you're slightly confused, but you hug back nonetheless.

"i know," he whispers, to himself, before he needs to face reality again.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me barbatos #barbatos x reader #obey me fanfic #obey me angst #barbatos x mc #omswd

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sxstheticx · 2 years ago

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Secret |K.th|

|Pairing|• Demon spirit Kth× f.reader

|Genre|• Horror au, with some mentions of thriller.

|Summary|• People think that it's easy to run away from there past, but they just think...

|Warning|• Mentions of dollification, homicide, Non-con and tortures, demons and hell. In short, it is pretty disturbing.

|Disclaimer|•This is a fiction means the storyline,character's behaviour, everything is fictional. I have used idols names here for a good and clear imagination so there real-life don't have anything related to this. The storyline and banner is mine so kindly don't copy or repost.Read at your own choice.

"So you are saying that a lifeless doll is harassing you ?", The officer inquired in what seemed a mocking way.

"It's not lifeless", You replied with a blank face, it's hard to convey emotions for your face now.

The officer again scoffed in mockery as his plumpy, pink lips opened again to speak, " See miss, i don't know what is wrong with you but we can't really write a complaint with this type of information, we have already investigated your apartment and found nothing, so we humbly ask you to leave since we can't help you to escape your "lively" doll."

His words took your last bit of hope as you stood up, picking your bag from side.

You were about to leave when Officer Jimin Park, spoke again, "Even though, your case is clearly not something to be cared of, you seem serious so miss please contact us if something goes wrong"

This time, you scoffed on him just doing his duty, and definitely not believing you.

---

You sighed as you stared at the door, deciding to open it or not.You had no option, and no one to rely or take opinions from so you put the key in the keyhole, as the door opened creating a creek sound.You have never been this scared to come home.

Not finding anyone, your heart finally beated a beat of relief as you again observed the living room.

You had a simple yet comforting apartment, a glass wall differentiating between the room and balcony which had black curtain to hide the sunlight when needed. A black sofa, with a white table infront to keep things on and a beautiful painting hanging on the plane light grey wall.

The curtains were flying indicating the upcoming heavy rain and the cold soft wind was flowing inside giving satisfaction to what ever it touched.

You put your sneakers in the shoe rack taking off your coat, and went to sit on the sofa.

You were still a bit scared, since it was there in the same roof as yours, most probably watching your nervous movements.

But it didn't come to confront you, and slowly you were getting tired of waiting and leaned on the sofa to relax your back.

Your eyelids were heavy due to your increasing insomnia, the current limit was maximum 2-3 hours and the deep dark red bag on your pale skin under your eyes clearly showed this.

And it happened, you expectedly slept.

You hardly slept for half a hour when a soft but cold sensation was felt on your left cheek.

Opening your eyes, you finally met your end...

-----

-Flashback-

You were not so fond of dolls, well coming to this museum type place wasn't even in your list but...

Your boyfriend waited 6 months to get the tickets for this and when he could not go at last, he had no option but to send you here to lighten his guilt.

Surprisingly you were enjoying... laughing on the weird for you drawings or we say "paintings". Dirty thoughts entered your innocent mind seeing the naked portraits on display.

At last, you were roaming in the statue area with some dolls in there, there were many but your eyes stopped at a pair of 7 dolls, all breathtakingly attractive.

But what caught your sight the most was that one doll

It was beautiful, no something which proves beautiful ugly.

Its features were mesmerizing, especially his eyes, they sure held a bit of sadness in them but they were magnificent.

And here you are, getting scolded by your boyfriend because you just spent you two months saving on a doll.

"Nammie, please I won't ask for video games for the next 12 years",

You pleaded wanting his forgiveness but his muscular body stood tall infront of you and his dragon eyes glared with disappointment.

"You know we could buy 12 dozens of amazing books with half of that money, y/n atleast you should have informed me before buying", namjoon spoke sighing, he just showered thus was not wearing a shirt and was looking pretty hot for you. But bad luck, his mood was hot with anger too.

It's not like the price matters, you both earn six figures a year because of being doctors, yup namjoon is in his middle thirties and you're in your late twenties so you're still learning not to use money brainlessly, meanwhile whatever namjoon invests his salary into has a profit for you both.

And this is not the first time, you bought a lot of branded bags and clothes before and his scolding ended after a day or hardly two but this time it's been three days and he keeps telling you that he feels something is wrong about that doll and always weirdly asks you to burn it, you completely don't agree with him, you bought it because how lifeless it looked except for his eyes, yeah his eyes have started scaring you now so you make sure to tie a ribbon on his eyes.

---

You were sitting in your backyard, enjoying the cloudy black weather.

Namjoon, today he had a 48 hrs shift and on the other side you had a day off after your 24 hrs shift, well nothing's less than 24 hrs as neurosurgeons.

Since you bought that doll, namjoon became distant from you, alot distant, he has now somewhat stopped coming home and that is confusing for you.

Soon as expected, it started raining so you stood up, and went inside your house.

Today every was so quiet so you decided to checkout your collection of unexpected branded things you got scolded for and that doll...

You opened the door of your walk in closet, and unlocked the glass shelf with that doll in it, your other hand held your coffee mug and you took it out leaving.

But before you could, you slipped on the fluffy carpet and splash, you beautiful nope making beautiful ugly doll was now soaked in coffee, his clothes were soaked but not even a drop touched his face, you groaned standing up.

You sighed in relief after cleaning the area and turned around to look at your doll, which was still wet and even a drop did not dry up.

You took it, entering your bathroom and went towards you sink, wait no let's just wash it in the bath tub, doll have feelings too right.

You moved towards the bath tub, and took off the ribbon on his eyes, damn you really can't stand his eyes anymore.

Ignoring his eyes, you took off his shirt and went towards the sink to wash it, the pants weren't much soaked so they did not need a wash.

While you were busy rubbing the fabric under the water, you did not notice something changing in the bath tub.

"babygirl"

A sound, more like a whisper, echoed in your ears as your movement stopped.

'Babygirl' that nickname reminds you something or someone.

You put the now neat clothes somewhere to dry up, and took a small face towel and went towards the bath tub.

To your suprise, you left doll in a lying position but now it was sitting there, but you did not put much effort thinking why and just covered that doll in the towel and walked out of the bathroom.

Babygirl, that name was still echoing the same in your ears as you opened your school album, to find out something.

You flipped pages till you finally found that person,

Kim Taehyung, he was the one, the only one who called you babygirl.

You and namjoon started dating when you both were in highschool, and in the same highschool was this guy.

He was a lover of yours, and also a stalker, he would send you chocolates, gifts, books and alot of roses daily.

He knew what you loved, what you did not and always came as protective towards you.

But when you rejected his proposal because you were dating Namjoon, he did something unexpected, he tried to kill namjoon.

Though, Namjoon's boxing skills saved him and after that you never saw Kim Taehyung.

Till now, today when you heard that whisper, it reminded you of him.

---

"Namjoonie, i wanted to ask you something", you spoke as soon as namjoon answered your call.

"Yes baby, say", he spoke from another side.

"You remember Kim Taehyung", you said as namjoon stopped doing whatever he was doing.

"wh-who ?", He said, stuttering.

"that guy, the highschool one", his breathe kind of stopped at your words.

You noticed his strange behaviour, but shrugged it off and spoke again," You know what happened today, i heard that nickname, by which he used to call me... babygirl"

His eyes widened at this line, as he finally spoke something, "Y-Y/n ,i am busy so let's talk later"

Before you speak something, he declined the call.

Again he behaved strangely infront of you, you sighed keeping your phone aside and laid on your bed, again thinking what happened.

It can't be a hallucination, you heard it clearly and it was his voice, same deepness and same husky voice.

You were tired after all the day, and wanted some sleep so you left your thoughts closing your eyes.

---

You moaned, feeling something or someone pounding on you, hard and deep with every thrust.

You tried to move but that someone held you waist, pulling you closer and stopping you from moving and moved faster inside you.

You finally opened your eyes just for them to be widened, "Taehyung" you thought as his lips curved in a villainous smirk.

He held the back of your neck with his other hand while the other one was on your waist, pulling you closer and closer.

He kissed your lips almost eating them while you struggled to stop him, "M-Move, leave me!" You shouted between the kiss.

He stopped, staring deeply and at your eyes, still moving rough inside you.

"You know babygirl, i left you thinking that i will finally find peace, i realised that i did not love you but was just obsessed with you so i left that school, your boyfriend didn't defeat me i left him half dead"

He stopped for a moment, groaning in pleasure of your sobs and held your hips.

"but you dear boyfriend didn't like peace, 3 years later i came in your boyfriend's hospital, with my pregnant wife, unfortunately you boyfriend knew the doctor who was going to deliver my wife's baby and on his words, that doctor intentionally killed my baby and my wife died because of the pain of losing our child"

You noticed pain on his face but soon the pain was exchanged with anger as he started pounding on you this time like a beast making your screams louder, but no one was there to hear them.

"when i got to know about it, i came to his office for answer but that motherfvcker killed me, he drugged me so that any case won't be filed on him and when all of this was happening, that doll was there the one you have in your house", his lips again formed a smirk looking at your terrified eyes.

"believe or not i don't care but i got connected to it, and here i am, still burning in the fire of revenge, he killed the one i love with pain, i will kill the one he loves with pain, sorry babygirl but welcome to hell", he laughed maniacally, and bite your neck creating a deep mark which had blood coming out of it.

The night went long, and he didn't stop for a second making you suffer.

---

You were sitting lifelessly, on the ground in a blanket to cover your body.

You looked up at the door as you heard it being unlocked, it revealed namjoon.

He was shocked looking at your state and ran towards you, that's when someone hit him with a hammer on his head, who else other than Taehyung, that beast.

After he tied namjoon with a chair, namjoon started to wake up slowly, and looked at Taehyung, horrified.

"Remember me brother", Taehyung scoffed looking at the scared namjoon.

Namjoon soon realised what was happening.

"what did you say that day, i will never get her even if i try to, and you will kill me the day i do, but i am already dead brother, what will you do now ?", He asked namjoon in a mocking way as he walked towards you.

You became scared again as he held you and threw you on the bed, "I promised you before dying that i will fuvk the shit out of your girlfriend if i came back, i will gladly fullfill my promise brother", saying that he removed the blanket from your body.

It all started again, but namjoon did not try to do anything just watched the torture happening while mumbling "i am sorry" each second.

You did not do anything to face this, and he knew that.

Again the torture went going for hours, you didn't shout this time, there was no energy left for shouting.

After Taehyung was done, with his torture, he opened the ropes on Namjoon's body and sat back on the bed, like he knew what namjoon was going to do.

You didn't even turn your head to look at namjoon, you had no courage to look at him after what he has done.

But you looked at him, when you heard the gun-shot of his gun, just to find him dead on the floor, eyes still open with apology in them as Taehyung maniac laugh haunted you again.

You stood up, running towards namjoon, you put his head on your lap and cried, you lost your only support now.

Taehyung came, sitting beside you as his hands coiled around your waist, you breathe stopped when he put his head on your shoulder sucking your neck.

"you know what baby, i was thinking to end this after he is dead, but i am a demon now, i am immortal so why don't i take you with me to hell, to make you my slave, after all demons are lustful, right ?"

He picked you up, you lap still covered with blood and again put you on the bed, opening your legs and entering you.

-----

-Flashback ends-

After that day, when office Park came to your house to meet you, he found nothing but your dead body on the sofa.

It was declared a suicide and neither you nor namjoon got justice just like Taehyung, his wife and son.

---

You looked blankly at the window, while Taehyung fuvked you senselessly moaning and groaning.

"Ahh, babygirl you feel heaven even in hell", he held your legs and put them on his shoulders, thrusting inside you in an inhuman speed.

Like every other demon, he does not has even a bit mercy in him and used you like his slave daily.

You did not knew how to escape, and had no option other than obeying and pleasuring him.

It happened daily, he fuvked you and you looked out of the window of the palace while being used by him , at Namjoon's soul still looking at you, asking for forgiveness which he will never get...

#bts fanfiction #fanfic update #bts #wattpad #kpop #bts fanfic #bts one shot #bts namjoon #bts smut #bts icons #bts taehyung #taehyung fanfiction #kim taehyung #taehyung #ok bye thats all

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twistedmusings · 4 years ago

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Reading Between The Lines

A/N: I feel bad whenever I say 'hey here is what I am working on' and then my muses tell me 'no...this is what you are working on'. It's like my brain can't concentrate on one thing entirely q wq. In my defense though, I'm exploring my twst faves...and Cater may be a runner up to Vil...

Warnings: Dry humping, dirty talking and a quick handjob just as unsatisfying and ungratifying as Cater feeling like maybe he shouldn't have let you go just yet.

“Whoops.”

Cater’s phone case cracked as it hit the floor, eyes locking with yours as you pull away from the Heartslabyul second year. Why had he even dropped his phone in the first place? The case had cost a lot and he had queued up for hours to get it, there should have been no reason for him to drop it.

Maybe the shock from seeing you in Heartslabyul?

No, that was normal. You were friends with Ace and Deuce after all so your presence in Heartslabyul was normal.

Maybe from seeing you in a bedroom that wasn’t a first year room?

He was coming to check up on a second year who had mentioned something about needing help in Astrology so Riddle had instructed Cater to help the guy out. The ‘strict Queen’ was aiming for the highest grade among the dorms, after all. So he was just carrying out his duty as an upperclassman!

So seeing you here, in this second year’s room, shirt around your elbows as a pair of hands--

that weren’t his--gently wrapped themselves around your waist was probably what made him drop his case.

Good to know, if he had come to that conclusion at any other time that you weren’t here, he might have said something mean to his lower-class men.

You move to fix your shirt as the second year rushes to apologize, walking up to him and spouting words Cater wouldn’t bother to hear. His eyes kept staring as you fixed yourself up to look a tad more proper than how he had found you.

It wasn’t like the sight of you in that state was unfamiliar to him, he just hadn’t seen it in a long time.

“Please just keep it between us, Cater-san! I don’t know what I’d do if the dorm head found out about this.”

He snaps out of his trance, looking down at the second year before grinning as he let out a slow hum, pretending to mull the request over in his head.

“Should I? If I remember correctly...Rule 345--Only when the sky turns red as it is dawning can a romantic partner be brought--”

“I--I’ll tell the dorm leader that you helped me with class!”

Cater grins, “That’s one way to make it up to me~ I guess for now I should leave you with a warning, right?” he tilts his head to call out to you, “The same goes for you [Y/N]-san! I can’t have you getting someone other than Ace and Deuce in trouble!”

He can't help but feel a sense of pride when you chuckle at what he had said, turning around to give him a peace sign as you walk by the second year.

“I’ll try to do an effort to hide in the closet next time.”

The second year takes your hand and kisses it, apologizing for the trouble and closing his eyes when your hands cup his cheek and pull him in for a kiss, the action making Cater look down at his phone and open whatever app he saw first.

You wave goodbye as Cater closes the door quickly, not giving you a chance to look at your second year lover fully as the both of you walk down the corridors of Heartslabyul in silence.

“So.”

“Hm?”

Green eyes keep looking at his phone, scrolling through Magicam absentmindedly but sparring you one look as he sees you scratching at a hickey--he would have left a bigger one-- the second year had left behind.

“Was he any good?”

In his defense, what had started between you two was clearly labeled as a ‘no feelings allowed, we are just here to have fun’ relationship. You seemed to understand his nature better than most and were down for something that wasn’t super serious and borderline erotic in a sense.

Cater was sure that you two had done it in at least one surface in every common room in Heartslabyul. The thought kept him awake at night, actually.

“Was he any good…” you repeat the question, “As good as I’m going to get from a second year.”

“Oh the poor guy.” Cater can’t help the snort that escapes him as you two walk down a set of stairs leading to the dorm’s entrance, “It is surprising you went for him, didn’t you mention that you liked the older type?”

“Well after a certain ‘older type’ decided to end things, I thought I should try my hand at something different. Change my ways, you know?”

He didn’t know. Cater had no idea what you were talking about, in fact. Why would you have to change your ways for anyone? You were amazing, interesting, entertaining and attention-grabbing all wrapped up in an older sibling type package that he had admitted to being attracted to when he had brought up the ‘friends with benefits’ proposition. If you changed in anyway he would be disappointed--

Dammit he was doing it again.

“If you want to start a relationship with someone in Heartslabyul, I would recommend Trey. He’s handsome, hardworking and you wouldn’t go hungry. Perfect man material right there.”

Cater knew that the small jab was directed at him so he decided to switch subjects, preferring not to linger in the awkward feeling that came with the consequences of his actions.

He ended things because he had broken the rules you both had set in place. Feelings weren't allowed and yet he had let them burrow deep inside his heart and fester like some sort of unknown virus. Cater didn't care for them so he nipped the problem in the bud, broke things off in an amicable manner and moved on.

But, like with everything in his life, it had all been an act.

If it had been just the sex keeping him awake, he would have understood. He's a healthy young man and some of the activities you two engaged in would make any first year jealous. And for a while the memories of you warming his bed generally did start to make him yearn for your warmth.

It was the possibilities of what you could have had that were driving him insane.

Would you have said no to a date? The only thing you two did when you were alone were have sex, make fun of Magicam models, sleep and then have sex some more so surely you would have liked a change of scenery as well.

But he didn't know you as much as he wished he did. Nights in his bed had been spent tossing and turning as to what your answer would have been. Why did he even care? You both still hung out, you still had his number, it wasn't like either of you were dead to each other!

Cater just didn't know how to react to you seeing someone else, if that is what you were even doing in the first place.

"Trey-senpai? I guess...he is rather sweet, isn't he?"

"In more ways than one."

"...but I will have to pass." you rub the back of your neck, "You know I don't like sweets."

The clock strikes ten as Cater's eyes take all of you in, his mind blanking out for a response before he clicks his tongue and points behind him.

"Say, Prefect, I think you may have left something in my room. Mind if I give it to you now?"

-----

"Oh. Your case cracked."

"Yeah. Dropped my phone. Bummer, huh?"

"Here I thought you held onto that thing for dear life, can I see it?"

Cater laughs as he takes his phone out of his back pocket and hands it to you, turning back to dig in his drawer for the sole sock that you had left about a month ago.

Who was he bullshitting? He was panicking, plain and simple. Here he was, rummaging through his drawer like an idiot as he pretended to have a sock that he knew he didn't have all to keep you with him for a couple more minutes.

Stars, who was he? He didn't know himself anymore.

“And...dammit.” he laughs as he closes the bottom drawer of his heart closet, “Couldn’t find it. I’m sorry [Y/N]-chan, I shouldn’t have taken your time like that. Do you want me to walk you back to the dorm...or maybe you wanna talk on the phone while you walk there?”

He goes to grab his phone but stops as he turns to look at you, your fingers tracing the giant crack on the case before tapping it twice in quick succession.

“[Y/N]--”

“We both really messed up, huh?”

Cater blinks as your eyes stare at him as if, for a brief moment, you could look through him. Through the act, the apathy, the very thing that was keeping him at the seams but also making him feel like he would burst from the inside out.

“...what do you mean?”

You keep gazing at him for a couple of seconds before smiling as you hold up the phone.

“I shouldn’t have snuck into Heartslabyul to just get a need met...and you shouldn’t have walked into that poor student’s room without knocking.” you wave the phone around, “Now your precious item is broken.”

The conversation didn’t feel right. It felt as if you were saying something else and all Cater needed to do was read in between the lines.

But he refused to, he didn’t want to go below surface level. Everything would get so much more complicated if you both took that plunge.

Yet he was feeling daring, the smile on your face a clear challenge as he walked over to you and grabbed the edge of his phone.

“Maybe I wanted to break it.”

Silence reigns in the room as you two stare at each other, both of your hands holding onto the edge of his phone and daring the other to let go. He smiles and tugs on his edge, the movement effortlessly pulling you towards him as you snicker when the edge of your foot touches his.

“Cater.” you whisper as your hands slowly let go of the phone.

“Yes?” he whispers back, purposefully leaning over you as he places the phone on his desk.

“Nothing. I just like saying your name.”

Whether he started it or you started it honestly didn’t matter to him, the only thing Cater cared about was pulling you close and pressing his lips against yours so he could stop listening to all of your complicated sentences.

He didn’t understand them, he didn’t understand you.

And yet you seemed to understand him probably better than he understood himself.

Arms are around his neck as you pull him close, Cater slowly walking you back to his bed as the back of your knees hit the comforter which causes both of you to fall down. You pull away to snicker at the action but are brought right back into the kiss by needy lips, Cater whispering your name as he pushed you upwards so that you would be pressed right against the wall--

He groans when you pull away and is surprised to be kissing a pair of fingers instead of your lips, your smile still as elusive as ever as you slowly push his face away.

“I have a lover, senpai.”

Cater rolls his eyes, “I don’t like those kinds of jokes.”

“I’m not joking. It’s late so I’m just going to go over to his room and tell him that you’ll cover for us, okay? Okay. ”

You pinch his nose as you try to push him away but find your wrists grabbed and locked in place, Cater giving you a hard glare as he presses his forehead against yours.

“I said I don’t like those kinds of jokes.” he leans in and gives you another kiss, “You’re not his lover.”

“Who says that?”

“[Y/N]-chan did.” Cater’s lips press against yours again as he makes his way down to the offending hickey the second year had left on you, “The way you talk about him, the way you weren’t even embarrassed at getting caught. You are toying with the heart of one of my second years and I don’t think I can forgive you for that.”

He nips at the bruise before placing his lips on it, teeth gently opening up more blood vessels to form a much darker shade on your skin than what was left there before.

“Is that all you can’t forgive me for?”

Cater smiles against your skin as he takes your wrists and leads your arms to wrap around his neck, pulling you into his lap as he answers your question with a kiss.

His tongue meets yours this time around, both of you giggling at the familiar taste. When was the last time you two had kissed like this? Nevermind that, the question was already too annoying to think about. Instead, Cater moves his hips upwards as he groans into your lips at the wanted friction.

He takes a hold of your hips as he pushes you down to meet him mid-movement, his hips rolling up as yours are pushed down. The movement is sloppy and the action itself feels so unsatisfying but Cater almost feels as if this is the only thing he deserves from you. If either of you enjoyed this it would mean you two went too far--

“Haha...look at your face.”

Green eyes look at you as you cup the man’s face, pressing a gentle kiss on his nose as you start to roll your hips on his, meeting him halfway.

“You probably want to cum inside, right Cater-senpai?”

His hips jump at the mere thought, the idea of you laying on your side as his cum drips down from your sex all the way down your thighs.

“We did it with protection a lot ~We always followed the rules of our agreement…”

Hands dive between you two, Cater’s eyes never leaving yours as he works to get his pants off while his hands try to unbutton yours as well. You smile and meet him halfway again, taking your own bottoms off and tossing them carelessly to the side as you both are left in nothing but your underwear.

“Every time we did it--you always looked like you wanted to do something else--”

Cater takes the chance of you biting your lower lip to go a bit faster, the tip of his cock rubbing against you at a faster speed as he changed position quickly and hooked your knees over his elbows.

“And at first---at first I thought it was just you getting bored…”

He gasps when two of your fingers press right at the tip of his cock, the way he was moving his hips allowing it to rub comfortably against the padding of your fingers as you gently cooed at the precum gathering there.

“But one time I was able to see it. See what you really wanted--!”

His own hand makes his way in between the mess of hips and stuttered movements, his fingers tracing a familiar pattern up and down your sex as he feels you pull him out of his boxers and start to pump in rhythm.

“If...If you cum after me...I’ll let you cum inside...”

It’s starting to get hotter, Cater feels like he can see his own breath fogging up his vision.

“Count it as reward…”

The coil in his stomach is tightening, your hands moving faster as his stutters with the rhythm you were setting.

“For being honest with me at least one time.”

It’s a sticky mess, the white stuff sticking to your belly and his as he rides out his orgasm against your hand and stopping altogether when the feeling gets too much. His fingers work overtime before your back arches and you give into yours as well, your toes curling for a moment before your feet hit the mattress unceremoniously.

He didn’t know where in the world that had come from or what possessed you to talk like that...but that was probably the hardest he had released in the month you two stopped interacting with one another.

Cater looks at the mess once again before moving to clean it up, stopping only when he feels a hand tug at the front of his shirt and a pair of lips meeting his all over again.

“Offer is still on the table, senpai.”

You unbutton the first few buttons of your shirt, smiling as larger hands batted yours away to continue the job.

“Please do your best to hold out longer.”

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst imagines #twst smut #cater diamond #cater x reader #twst mc #adult section #//rushed and messy...but I bet that is what making out with Cater is like

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Did you even...? (ANGST)

♡ Prisoner!c!Dream x GN!Reader, (Mention of past poly!dream team x reader)

♡ Summary: You pay an old friend a visit. You just need to get something off your chest.

This place seemed to be even creepier on the inside than on the outside and stepping foot into the prison gave you immediate chills. You look over to Sam, who strides through the hall with no issue at all. Well, that does make sense, he did build the place after all. He knew the prison like the back of his hand.

He gives you a quick glance before breaking the silence and asking,

"You sure you wanna do this?"

"If I don't do it now, I'll never do it. Might as well take advantage of the situation while it's safe, right?"

He doesn't say anything in response, and while it does leave a slightly awkward tension in the air, you think it's for the best.

After going through the countless safety measures, you finally make it to the bridge.

"Stand back, let the lava wall fall first."

You nod, feeling your chest starting to tighten up from how nervous you're feeling. As the wall falls, you can see a cell in the distance, and in that cell, a very familiar figure.

You start to feel hesitant when you see him and soon you start to rethink your decision as well.

"I-"

"Last chance, (Y/n). Do you want to do this?" Sam asks, his voice now firmer than before. "I won't be able to follow you, but just know that he won't be able to harm you in there."

You take a deep breath and remind yourself once again, now or never. Do it while he can't properly hurt you, while he can't manipulate you, while you still want to give him a piece of your mind. If you don't let it out now you'll regret never taking this chance.

"Y-yeah, I want this. I have to do this."

Sam doesn't say anything else and turns his attention to the many switches on the wall. "Stand on the bridge and hold onto the railings tight. The moment the bridge connects to the cell hop off quick."

You nod and step onto the bridge.

Upon seeing that it truly is you, Dream is quick to walk towards you but the netherite wall stops him from getting too close too soon. You were here, actually here, visiting him. He hasn't see you in ages, not since he left you three and you still look so-

"Dream?"

...you still look so lovely.

Despite his blank look, he seems dead tired and for the first time in a long while, you actually feel sympathetic towards him, but that doesn't mean you were going to go easy on him. No, it's going to take a while before you find yourself comforting him. Though, despite what you tell yourself you still have to hold back from holding him like you used to do.

As the lava falls back down, along with the netherite wall, you let yourself step over that line, approaching closer towards him and he does the same too.

"(Y/n)."

You let out a sigh, a hand covering your face as you try to get your emotions in check. So many things to say but the dull ache you feel is a reminder that you have so little time, but you do know what to start off with. With a deep breath you finally say what you've been dying to tell him,

"You absolute fucking asshole."

You can't help the venom that seep into your voice as you utter those words and Dream can feel his heart break a little as you use that tone with him. This wasn't your usual teasing insults anymore, you were furious and your voice more than shows it.

"All of this, and for what, Dream?" You ask him.

'For power, for absolute control,' a part of him thinks to himself, but he can't find the courage to say it to you. He can't make things worse than it already is.

"I'm sure Sapnap told you, he never could keep his feelings to himself," the way he so casually says it makes you want to slap his mask right off. If only he was there to hear Sapnap claim that Dream never cared about them, how devastating it was to hear those words.

"You're a selfish prick,"

He is, isn't he?

"Such a greedy motherfucker,"

He's come to terms with that a long time ago.

"...An absolute heartbreaking bitch."

...He didn't expect to fall this hard, (Y/n), he didn't know he'd fall in love too.

Tears start to fall as everything grows to be too much from all the sorror and frustration you're letting out with each word you say. You try your best to wipe them away but it's no use. It just hurts. You wish George and Sapnap were here to comfort you, to hug you, but they weren't and you aren't going to simply hug the monster in front of you no matter how much you want to. As much as it hurts you can't find it in you to stop talking just yet though.

"Was what we all had just a joke to you?" You manage to sob out.

He stiffens a bit as his thoughts race. Inside he's begging you to stop, to please don't ask him that question.

"Was it fun? Y'know- stringing me, Sapnap and George along, saying such loving words. Sharing all those gentle kisses and late night giggles. Were those moments just fake to you?"

(Y/n) please.

"Dream,"

What can he say, what do you want him to say? Please, (Y/n) he doesn't know what to say-

"Did you even fucking love us?"

'Yes,' something inside of him screams, the part inside of him that he tried desperately to ignore ever since he left you three. He wants to shout out his answer, wants to hold you close and never let go, but he can't, because he knows damn well he doesn't deserve it and it kills him everytime he thinks about it. He doesn't deserve you and them.

His silence and blank stare breaks your heart, but at the same time, it also... relieves you, to know that you don't have to cling to any false hope. To know that you can just let go knowing nothing between you four were ever real to him.

You let out a hiccup and a shuddering sigh. Unclenching the fists you never knew you were clenching to begin with. You have so much to say, but you think you've finally reached your limit, so you focus on calming yourself, starting to feel foolish for losing it in front of him.

Silence between you two filled the room, with you looking down at the floor refusing to even glance at him and Dream not moving from where he stands, his thoughts fighting with one another as he thinks about what he should do or say.

Before Dream can open his mouth he sees you starting to sway a little bit. You feel yourself starting to grow weaker as your sobbing slowly stops and the dull ache from before is becoming unbearable, and that's when you realize the potion was still in effect. Your time was running out, you have to leave soon.

You accept whats coming, you said your piece, and even though you still feel like shit, a slight weight has been lifted off your chest . You got to meet him, and finally got to say what you wanted, face to face. You feel satisfied, at least for now.

"(Y/n)," his voice starts to sound like a distant echo as your head starts to throb.

"Don't... please don't say anything...," you feel the room start to spin and you're slowly losing your balance.

"(Y/n), please listen-"

"...I can't Dream. I can't-," and with that, you feel your heart stop and see the world around you turn black for just a moment before you wake up on the bed Sam had told you to set your spawn at. Your head is in a daze as you look around to check your surroundings. At that moment, it all felt so surreal, but you knew better than to think it was fake.

"...Fuck," you literally can't find anything else to say, feeling speechless and a little emotional.

"Feel better?" Sam asks as he walks over to check you over.

"Yeah, I think so..." a ping can be heard as your communicator goes off and it's from Sapnap.

You told him you'd be visiting the prison a few hours before but you weren't expecting him to come and pick you up, he even brought Quackity and Karl with him too. It's a pleasant surprise after that whole situation at least.

"Best not to keep them waiting, (Y/n)."

You let out a final hiccup before laughing softly, wiping away the remaining tears from your face.

"Yeah, you're right. Thanks, Sam."

(Bonus!)

Before your souless body can hit the floor, Dream is quick to catch it and hold it as it starts to slowly fade. He starts to feel some of the tears he's been holding back fall and he doesn't bother to stop them. Instead, he just hugs your body closer to him. It doesn't feel the same with how cold and light it feels, but it's better than nothing.

As your body slowly starts to dissapear, he can't help but whisper out a string of apologies to it, pretending like you three can hear his voice.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

But no matter how hard he pleads, no voices answer back, only the soft flowing of lava and his screaming throughts return to be his only company.

Notes: Hello! Thank you so much for reading this if you did! I haven't written fanfic in ages so I may be hella hecking rusty. I'm also really sorry if this is beyond ooc and dramatic! I'll try to get better as time goes on!

(Requests are open and anon is on!)

#mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #dream smp x reader #dream smp imagine #dream x reader

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