#((He's still unbelievably tiny tho))
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Can you write a smut between Charles Leclerc and Y/N and Y/N is being VERY bratty and then when they get home Charles punishes is VERY harshly and dominantly?
oh, god, i’m sorry this took so long but it’s here and it’s filthy, maybe not as kinky tho. Hope you still like it <3
a tiny little dress and an attitude, that’s what you put on for dinner, your boyfriend’s company dinner. It was held by his team principal, Fred, and the table was full of important people, all he had to do was kiss ass the entire evening and act decent. The second part being somewhat of a challenge when he had you sat next to him.
You had been tangling your legs in his, touching his neck, scratching it with your nails, guiding his hand between your thighs and crossing your legs, trapping his hand. All the little touches turning him on and you knew it. You watched as his face went red when your hand landed on top of his groin, his jaw clenched as he finished talking to someone.
“Keep acting like this and you’ll earn yourself a punishment when we get back to the hotel.” he whispered in your ear, sternly, as he removed your hand from his middle, placing it back on your thigh.
And that was exactly what you expected. Charles had gone soft on you the past months, not that it was bad but you really needed to get taken care of again, be manhandled. Your mind wondered for a while, thinking of what could get you more in trouble for tonight, you looked around the table, eyes landing on the guy sat across from you, catching the way his own flicked from your face to your chest, you had talked to him on the entrance but couldn’t care to remember his name is who he was. Once you set your target you excused yourself to the toilet. You came back a few minutes later, your lipstick retouched and your tits more prominent in the dress.
You engaged in conversation with the older man, laughing at his unfunny jokes, smiling and agreeing with his opinions. Charles watched from the corner of his eye, conversing with a different person himself. He put his hand around your waist as he finished talking with the person and brought his lips to your ear.
“You’re in big trouble now, baby” he concentrated back on his food, giving the man you were talking to a quick nod.
The guy seemed to take the hint and brought an end to his talking, leaving you alone with the thoughts of what your boyfriend would do to you the second you stepped foot in the hotel room. After everyone finished dinner you stayed for a couple of drinks, Charles wasn’t drinking much since he was driving and you had decided to stay off alcohol for the evening so you were the first ones to leave. After excusing yourselves and saying your goodbyes you left to his car.
“You are fucking unbelievable, you know that?” you nodded teasingly “I’m starting to think that punishing you is pointless, since you enjoy it so much”
“I’m sorry, daddy, just trying to get your attention, missed seeing you like this.” you whispered, reaching over the center console to delicately pull his face to yours before burring your face into his neck.
“No, no, no, get off, we’re gonna get your shit together back at the hotel.” he said with a hand wrapped around your throat, pushing you back into your seat.
The car ride had you fuming in anticipation, watching the way his hands gripped the steering wheel, the way his jaw clenched in frustration whenever he met a red light. It wasn’t a short ride but you made it to the hotel, getting out of the car and into the elevator in a rush. As soon as the door closed you jumped on his neck but he quickly put a stop to the attack.
“You’re not in the place to make any decisions or take action for your needs, princess” he said with a hand to your neck you shivered at the pet name, your expectations growing for the night.
Charles pushed the room door open and shoved you in by the arm, closing it behind him before throwing you on the couch.
“You’re a slut, you know that? A greedy little cock slut.” he said, approaching you and kicking your feet apart, making your legs spread open, he stood between the and reached for your face, squeezing your cheeks together. You looked up at him, waiting for his command, instead, he let go of you harshly to take off his coat and jacket. Your hands went to his thighs, going to caress them but he swatted them away. “What did i tell you, princess? No taking action and we’ll be done with this quickly, yeah? Show me your hands” he said as he took off his tie, somewhat sweetly.
You put your hands out in front of him and watched as he tied your wrists together with his neck tie. You had to hold back a smile so he didn’t think you were enjoying it too much, because, at the end of the day, this was a punishment. He started undoing the buttons on his shirt, eyes never turning away from you, and pulled it off once he was done, fingers moving now to his pants. You grew impatient as he unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants and finally pulled his dick out of his underwear, he jerked the hardening shaft for a while before pointing it to you.
“Open” he said as he tapped it on your lips. you obeyed immediately, jaw dropping so he could push his cock into your mouth. “Come on, baby, take it”
You nodded and let your hands fall to your lap, focusing in your mouth and his dick inside it. You pulled your head away, mouthing just the fat tip and twirling your tongue around it, you couldn’t miss the way his jaw clenched in reaction. You pushed your head forwards, slowly taking more and more of him into your mouth but Charles wasn’t having it so he tangled his hand into your hair and pushed it himself, till your nose hit his groin. You gagged slightly making him pull away a little.
“Don’t tell me it’s too big for you, bébé, you always take it so well” he teased, taking his hand to your chin to make you look directly into his eyes. “Come on, if you keep going like this i’m gonna have to do it myself. Is that what you want? For daddy to use your little tight mouth?” you nod, giving him the green light to absolutely wreck your mouth.
He grabbed your hair tighter, starting to build up the rhythm of his hips. In what felt like seconds he was absolutely wrecking your mouth, thrusting hard into it, using you for his own pleasure, it turned you on so badly you had soaked your panties. When Charles finished his abuse to your mouth he pulled you away from his cock and examined your face, your cheeks were red, lips plumped, and tear stains had ruined your make up.
“Up” he commanded. You followed it, struggling to get yourself off the couch when you had your hands tied up but you did, he kicked your feet apart again making you feel even shorter in relation to him. His hand reached between them, landing on the wet spot on your thong. “All this from having your mouth used? What a fucking slut.” he slapped your cunt, making you jump a little. “Stand still.” he whispered in your ear after he got closer. Charles bunched up the front of your underwear and pulled it up, the thin lace easily slipping between your wet folds and giving you the slightest bit of friction on your clit, a strangled moan fighting its was past your lips. “So damn sensitive. C’mon, take them off, turn around.” he said as he untied your hands.
You did as he asked, pulled off your panties and turned your back to him, he took your hands back in his and tied them behind your back now and placing a pillow on top of the couch’s back rest before shoving your face in it. “Everything alright?” he checked and you nodded.
Charles flipped your skirt up, giving a nice view of your ass and your wet cunt, right there, just waiting for him. His fingers danced between your folds, being covered in your wetness before taking them to your clit, you bucked against his hand, making him pull away and lay a slap on your ass. “Once again, princess, no taking action.” he reminded you before taking his hand back to your middle. His fingers circled your clit consistently, building up your orgasm before pulling away on the last second, leaving you throbbing and shaking multiple times.
“Daddy, please, let me cum, promise i’ll be good, please” you begged when you felt yourself loosing your balance.
“I don’t think you understand what’s happening here, bébé, so let me explain” another slap to your ass “You misbehave and i take care of it? Yeah? You sit and take what i give you and maybe i’ll let you cum at the end. Understood?” you nodded “Good. Color?”
“Green”
He laid another slap on your, now red, ass before pressing his fingers to your clit again. It was insane how well he knew your body, how he knew when you were about to cum, exactly when he should pull away. But he was growing impatient, he needed to bury himself into you, so after a couple more edges he pulled his hands away from your middle and placed one of them on your hip as the other jerked himself.
“Gonna fuck you now, princess” And just like that you felt him fill you up to the brim, his cock reaching so deep inside of you it hurt the first few thrusts. In minutes he had set a merciless pace, fucking into you harshly as he searched for his own pleasure. You knew it was sick but you felt so good being fucked like this, knowing that he was only using your holes. You couldn’t stop moaning, every thrust of his pulling a whine from your lips and it was driving him insane. Your walls started clenching around him, showing that you were close. “Don’t cum, only when i tell you to”
“No, Daddy, can’t, i’m so close, please.” you managed to get out.
“Come with me, yeah? ‘M close too” he pulled your body up, flush against his chest, placing one of his hands on your neck and the other down on your clit, circling it.
“No, Charlie, no. Yellow, need to cum, can’t hold anymore, ‘m sorry.” you cried out as you came around him, body going numb in his arms. The clenching of your pussy triggering his own orgasm before he could even pull out of you.
“Oh, fuck” he groaned before pulling out “Shit, so sorry, baby” he sat down and pulled you on his lap, placing a kiss on your forehead. “I’m so sorry, love, didn’t mean to edge you that much.”
“It’s okay, i deserved it and i kinda wanted this. I love you, charlie.”
“Love you too, baby, let’s get ready for bed, yeah?”
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a/n this fic is written for art @aanobrain hope u enjoy it art!!!! even tho i swear its ooc T__T </333
warnings 1k words, suggestive, gojo appears, reader is a mess
aka, nanami cooking with sleeves rolled up fic.
you were almost convinced you were dreaming.
the sweet smell of good cooking has you salivating and springing upright from the bed without a second to waste. but that’s not right, because if you’re wrapped up in a warm blanket and not in the kitchen, who’s…?
you squint, belatedly perceiving that this is not your bed, and you’re still wearing yesterday’s clothes.
and this is definitely not your door, or your living room, or your kitchen. you don’t even have a roommate; the man slicing radish with precise speed would also definitely not be yours, even though you now wish that was the case.
the creak of the floorboard has him pausing slightly, glancing at you. your gaze gets caught on his high cheekbones, then his sharp stare.
“good morning. i’m—y/n,” you blurt. maybe you could’ve started with, who are you and why am i not in my home?
“nanami,” he says, still staring as you fidget on your spot. much to your relief, he shifts his focus back to the cutting board when you shift uncomfortably.
“there’s miso soup on the table. it’s gotten cold,” nanami says without looking up from his work. “you wake up late.”
“i’m sorry…?”
as he’s mentioned, there’s a bowl on two sides of two chairs.
cautiously, as if nanami would scold you for the slightest wrong movement, you settle in one seat. the chair is cold and uncomfortable; you’re sure your mother has the same table set back home, yet this one looks like it was never touched when bought. never used.
“thank you for the food,” you murmur, mostly to yourself. your voice is drowned out by the knife hitting the cutting board.
the aroma from the miso soup is fresh and stronger than what you’re used to cooking up, but that was because you sometimes forget to turn off the heat before it boils. at first glance, you wouldn’t have assumed nanami would be talented in cooking. you’d think, with his figure, he’s out there posing for magazines and getting hand-fed by maids. but you suppose you were judging from the cover, because nanami has managed to perfect even the tiny details of scent and spice.
your eyes follow as nanami finishes chopping radish, his sleeves loose around his wrist. the way he moves around the kitchen—sliding to the sink, focused solely on what’s in front of him, giving you a proper view of his broad back—makes it look like he’s barely lifting a finger.
“this is good,” you whisper, wanting to get it off your chest without bothering nanami. but he still hears it, acknowledging it with a glance.
you take a sip, humming appreciatively at the taste, and then inhale on the wrong pipe when nanami rolls his sleeves up with his freshly washed hands. they’ve gone a shade darker from the water, which doesn’t help at all—not when it seeps and sticks against his forearms.
you’re coughing uncontrollably. he looks mildly concerned.
“i’m fine, i’m fine!” your face is burning, and you’re unmistakably not fine.
he gives you a glass of water, all while you pointedly stare at your miso soup. the ripples from your choking and slamming on the table feel like they’re poking fun at you.
not long after, nanami comes to the table with a plate of perfectly sliced rolled omelettes. you’ve already finished your miso soup, and you feel guilty that his has gone cold while cooking, but you don’t feel as bad when you take a bite of the food he’s prepared.
you groan reverently. “this is what you eat every morning?” you’re so, so unbelievably jealous.
“no,” nanami says, settling on the seat across yours. the domesticity nearly has you shaking. “i usually pick up breakfast on the way to work.”
but he stayed in to cook for you. you swoon internally.
“mayo,” he says, sliding his plate over to you. his forearms are still on display, and they’re very legit.
“did you assume i wouldn’t have slipped out?” you muse. “bold assumption. i don’t usually stick around long.”
“you were in no condition to ‘slip out’ even if you wanted to,” nanami says simply, eyes flicking up to yours. “and you must be getting the wrong idea. nothing happened.”
“what.”
“i slept on the couch.” there’s a ghost of a smile on his face—it must be from your befuddled expression. “last night, you went up to me. you told me you weren’t drunk, and then you passed out on me. you had no one else with you, so i figured i'd let you rest.”
“ah… ha. did you now?” you feel profoundly unsexy at the moment, especially on behalf of the night before.
“you were persuasive.”
you straighten, sticking your nose out to regain a bit of pride. “i prefer charming.”
“insistent,” nanami corrects, yet he gives you the last roll of omelette.
“thanks for taking care of me,” you say, bowing repeatedly, hoping that’d convey at least half of what you’re feeling. “and for not being creepy.”
“you don’t have to thank me for that,” nanami says dryly.
“oh ho, nanamin!” a new voice enters the conversation. nanami’s jaw ticks. “nanamin, nanamin, you rascal!” how did he get here without either of you noticing?
“gojo-san.” the man with a blindfold and white hair sticking out in all high angles grins wolfishly. “i wasn’t warned you’d be coming over.” nanami faces you, almost apologetically, “excuse me, gojo-san is just here to get something. run, if you need to.”
“sorry?”
“you’re so funny, nanamin. it’s good to catch you off guard, especially for moments like this,” gojo calls out as nanami walks back inside, not bothering to entertain him with a response. gojo then sizes you up. “who’re you?”
“me?” you briefly forgot that you’re still in the same hallway as them. “oh, i’m no one. no one you should worry about. who are you?”
gojo grins. “definitely not nanamin’s one-night stand.”
“i’m not even!” you exclaim, face hot. the guy narrows his eyes suspiciously, checking your face in various angles. and then your disappointingly empty neck. “i swear, i’m not. no hickeys or anything, see? he took care of me when i was blackout drunk, apparently.”
“and he didn’t kick you out as soon as you woke up?”
“...no? would you do that?”
gojo nods, more so to himself. “i see. so it’s already deeper than a one-night stand.”
“what?”
“he wants a piece of whatever you’re baking.”
“...?”
“gojo-san, stop tormenting my guest,” nanami says flatly, tossing a paper bag onto gojo’s face. it doesn’t quite hit him, instead sliding off. “please leave. i don’t need you here.”
“oh-ho,” gojo says mischievously. “i was going to be nice and make sure you’re not lonely coming to work, but it seems there’s already someone doing that to you, huuhh?” nanami doesn’t reply, pointedly setting his heavy gaze on you instead. gojo pouts. “oh, fine. don’t forget protection!”
nanami glances to the side as gojo skips off. he pulls out his phone and presents it to you, his low voice reverberating in your ears in the silence of the halls. “put your number in my phone.”
“um, why?” you ask suspiciously, yet still do as you’re told. nanami seems like the last guy on earth to have malicious intentions anyway. and you do owe him for this. “are you feeding me again?”
“to make up for what could’ve happened that night.”
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Rewrite The Stars
Pairing - Kaz Brekker x reader
Summary - The story of how you two manage to unravel the complexities that concern a relationship based on the song 'Rewrite The Stars'
Hope you'll enjoy it!!!
You know I want you, it's not a secret I try to hide. You know you want me, so don't keep saying our hands are tied.
Kaz Brekker, you muttered under your breath and kicked a small stone with as much strength as you could muster, ignoring the sharp pain that followed.
He really was impossible that one. Tested your patience to such a level that you were almost considering giving up.
Almost.
But you weren't known as the never giving up person for nothing. You would try to make him see sense.
You halted in your path towards the Crow Club to analyse your thoughts which were a hundred percent occupied by that young boy whom everyone called Dirtyhands.
He had you completely charmed, as could be observed since he was the one running rent free through your mind at all times when you weren't risking your life for the same man.
So taking a deep breath and resting your hand on your holster, you entered your home with a poker face and scanned everything to see that all was going on smoothly.
"All good here?" You questioned Rotty and downed a shot of whiskey, scrunching your nose at the bitter after taste.
"Everything under control ma'am, got a lotta good pigeons," he grinned and your lips twitched sideways.
"What's up, Jes?" You asked the gunslinger who was sitting on one of the stools near the bar, twirling his pistol in his hand.
"Nothing, I'm bored. Need some action," he groaned and stretched upwards.
"Of course you do," you laughed softly. "Where are the others?"
"Off doing saints know what".
"Kaz still ain't budging?" He asked suddenly, his tone a little gentler.
"No," you said shortly and clenched your jaw. Suddenly not wanting to thing about him.
Jesper sighed loudly, "He is one of the most idiotic person I know. He doesn't even seem to realise he's missing out on the best thing that's happened to him".
You smiled at that, it was a small one but nevertheless a smile after all.
"If I wasn't so unbelievably enamoured by messy haired guys who are quite a shot at chemistry, I would've gone for you honestly".
"I'm flattered, Fahey".
"But seriously tho, love. What's his reason for denying you, huh?"
"Kaz thinks we're not good together," you answered abruptly.
"Not good together my ass," he rolled his eyes in utter annoyance. "You deserve so much better than him. I don't understand how you even managed to fall for him".
"Falling for him wasn't falling at all, Jes. It was like walking into a house and just knowing that you're home," you whispered.
And there he was, the hindrance to your concentration, the object of your continuous staring, Kaz Brekker.
He took off his hat, revealing his rather well defined featured that seemed to be sculpted with a help of a knife.
Your eyes took his figure in. Those all black clothes with that unmistakable cane was his entire persona that he had built for himself.
Your gaze softened at the sight of his messed up hair, the few strands that had fallen on his pale forehead making your heart skip a tiny beat.
"You really love him don't you?" You snapped from your staring at Jesper's question."I guess I do," you answered, eyes following him as he walked towards you with what you assumed to be another one of those tasks that he always gave you, just because of the amount of trust he had.
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You claim it's not in the cards and fate is pulling you miles away and out of a reach from me. But you're hearing my heart so who can stop me if I decide, it's on my destiny?
"Fucking hell this idiot of a man," you groaned and ran frantically towards the mount of wounded people.
You had indeed raided one of the most well protected safe of the most dangerous person and there were bound to be major consequences.
Your heart dropped after seeing Wylan lying near a building wreckage and you sprinted despite the throbbing pain in your calf and ignoring the blood flowing down one side of your head and torso.
"Hey," you whispered, getting down to your knees and shaking the boy. "Wylan, come on. I need you, come on wake up," phrases fell from your lips absently.
And he did wake up and you felt as though your feet were back again on solid ground. He woke up, immediately clutching his head and looked around, eyes squinting. "Where are the others?" he said hoarsely.
"Everybody is fine, everyone except for Kaz and we're all looking for him," you murmured, the relief fading away for panic to seize control of your weak heart again.
He immediately noticed your tensed posture and really looked at you, succeeding in reading your internal turmoil.
"Up you get," he suddenly said in an authoritative voice. "We're gonna go and find Kaz right now," he got up and held out his arm for you to grasp.
You simply stared before shaking yourself off and following his lead, glad to have someone to listen to instead of following your stupid thoughts all alone.
The fear in both you and Wylan seemed to increase tenfold after witnessing gruesome scenes all around you. But you both swallowed it harshly and kept a determined spirit, him more than you actually.
Because naturally your heart always seemed to lose its stone cold interior upon the mention of a specific someone.
"Saints," Wylan suddenly came to an abrupt halt and his eyes widened as he pointed to the shed of a shop that was almost on the verge on collapsing entirely. And underneath all of that rubble was Kaz.
"Oh god," was all that escaped your lips and you didn't think before running towards him, not even noticing a large chunk of the ceiling falling om your shoulder.
"Kaz," you said, leaning down in front of him. Your throat burned at his terrible state. His hair completely dishevelled, numerous cuts and blood stains littering his body, eyes half closed as he gazed ahead endlessly.
"Kaz!" You said again and Wylan softly patted his shoulder, accidentally touching his bare skin where the shirt was torn and in the process jolting awake the unconscious boy.
"Good gracious," you prayed and stepped back after seeing the anxiety on his face. "Kaz you have to let me, or you're going to die you bastard," you frowned but waited and turned towards Wylan, "Will you go and tell the others that we've found him? They'll be there at our decided headquarters, just inform them quickly please and get Nina as soon as you can," you instructed and he set off instantly.
"I'm sorry," you whispered and clenched your jaw hard before moving closer and putting one hand behind his shoulders, your heart shattering a little at his sharp intake of breath. "I'm so sorry but I have to do this," you said with a rather broken voice and picked him up.
Halfway through the route he let out a loud groan and you almost dropped him but then steadied yourself and halted.
"What's wrong, Kaz?"
His eyes were scrunched up in pain and it was then that you noticed the bullet which was wedged on the side of his chest and you froze at the sight.
"No no no," your muscles seemed rooted to the spot and the only thought runnung through your mind was that he was going to die. Kaz Brekker was going to die.
"Shit," you muttered and hastened your pace, struggling slightly under the weight of his rather heavy body but you did manage to reach the secret meeting place just in time.
"NINA!" You yelled and placed him on the nearest couch. "NINA!"
She was out in a second, all others following close behind and breathing in sharply at the sight of their leader beaten up so badly.
"Th- There's a bullet through his s- side," you said, panting as suddenly there was a lack of oxygen in the air. "There's a bullet Nina! Quick come on you gotta get it out. You have t- to get it out, quick!"
"Wylan," Nina gestured with her eyes and he understood, gently taking you by the shoulders and pulling you away.
"No! What're you doing?! Wylan stop it!"
"He's going to be okay, let me clean up your wounds too".
"I'm fine! But he's not! He needs me okay? I- I can't leave him lying there like that! I can't- I can't-" you broke off and gulped. Your eyes tearing up as you let yourself be pulled away from him.
But tell me, how is one supposed to survive when their lifeline itself is im danger?
You were sitting in one of the rooms all alone, looking out of the window absentmindedly. Wylan had graciously cleaned and bandaged all your injuries amd you didn't even have the heart to say a simple thanks to him.
Inej had dropped by a few minutes ago with a small plate of food and you hadn't bothered to appreciate her with a small nod.
All that rang through your mind was Nina's conversation with Matthias that you had accidentally overheard.
"There were not one but two bullets, Matthias. And they were the poisonous kind, the ones that work on paralysing and slowly killing the body of the victim. He's taken quite a hit that one".
He's taken quite a hit that one...
A lump welled up in your throat as you mulled over every incident when you were on the brink of losing him forever.
Once when you two were fourteen, once when you were sixteen and now at the very tender age of seventeen, Kaz was slipping through your grasp again.
Fate was constantly pulling you apart, making you go as far as possible from each other but it had been enough now, you simply couldn't handle it.
You swallowed down the burning sensation and went quietly towards the room where Kaz was fighting for his life. Your breath got caught upon seeing his rather peaceful face. No furrowed eyebrows, not a crease on his forehead, he seemed very much at ease.
You took a seat next to him, tears on the verge of falling but you blinked then away stubbornly. You weren't one to cry that easily, but control seemed to jump out of the window whenever he was involved.
"Kaz," you whispered as though he would open his eyes that very second and you would be met with dark brown irises that you so loved.
"Here we are again huh," you murmured and heaved a deep sigh. "Its been what 3 times now that we were in this same scenario?"
You kept on making small talks, it beimg useless towards him but actually helping you to get over your emotions.
"You don't understand the way my heart breaks when you get hurt this badly, Brekker," you said softly. "I've tried to tell you so many times but you're one stubborn asshole aren't you?"
You exhaled and your eyes gazed at his beautiful features, from his sharp eyebrows, to long eyelashes and then to his perfect lips.
"You have to wake up, Kaz. You will," you said firmly. "I don't think I can function properly without you," you looked down at your hands.
"Get well soon, love," you whispered the words and despite being unconscious, rhey ringed in Kaz's ears. Love, you had called him. He felt something brush against his forehead, pushing away strands of hair and tickling him a little.
But then the warm feeling was gone and once again he was alone, cold, and empty.
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What if we rewrite the stars? Say you were made to be mine. Nothing could keep us apart, you'll be the one I was meant to find. It's up to you, and it's up to me, no one could say what we get to be. So why don't we rewrite the stars? And maybe the world could be ours, tonight.
"Saints this is all so ridiculous," Jesper muttered and frowned deeply at the comedic costume that he was supposed to wear. "Couldn't you have gotten something better?"
"You either have the choice to wear it or run around naked, I don't care. All I want is a proper distraction. The choice is yours," Kaz said easily and went back to scrutinising the map placed on the table.
Jesper rolled his eyes but wore the clothes anyways and you snorted making him give you a sharp glare.
"I'll shoot you, I swear," he threatened weakly when you fully cackled. "It's not fair that you get to dress up like a literal princess when I'm here looking equivalent to a clown!"
"I'm afraid you won't make a very pretty princess Jes," Inej smiled as she sharpened her knives with without even looking at them.
"Oh I don't, Inej. He might make a wonderful, lovely girl," Nina piped in and you laughed.
"Enough chatting please," Kaz interrupted your lighthearted teasing making the Heartrender scowl.
"You always have to interrupt the best moments between us don't you?" She glared but the man didn't as much give a shit.
"Wylan you're ready with your explosives? Confident they'll go off exactly when we want them to?" He asked and received a confirming nod.
"We'll leave in about five minutes exactly," he checked his watch and scanned all of the faces staring at his intently. "Off you go then. I want absolutely no detours from anyone, I'm talking especially to you, Jesper," he narrowed his stare to the Zemeni who merely shrugged and grinned.
"Goodluck everybody," he said and they all left for their respective work. "Let's go," he said to you and you got up, instantly feeling uncomfortable in the rather beautiful dress and the heels.
This was new and uncharted territory, something you had never even worn before in your entire life. But you liked it. It didn't match your usual attire at all, but a change at times was welcomed on your part.
You two were invited, or rather you had invited yourselves to the ball that was supposed to take place. It was the perfect opportunity to infiltrate and steal.
"Remember all we have to do is stay for the entire program, we cannot afford any mishaps to happen. No tiny slipups at all or the entire plan goes down the drains," Kaz said as you slowly walked to the venue.
"I know Kaz," you sighed at his nagging. "You can trust me, you know?"
"I know," he said lowly and looked straight up, refusing to make eye contact.
Your eyes flitted to look at his side profile. It was sharp, the streetlights highlighting his carved features and your heart started running at an unbelievable speed.
He had for once ditched his long coat and had instead worn an all black suit with a black tie. And saints did he look amazing. Kaz Brekker seemed to have no idea at just how unsettled and in love you were.
Just as you were about to enter the grand hall, he stopped you and offered his arm. He was also not wearing his gloves, wanting to stay off suspicion as much as possible.
"You sure? We don't have to do this," you said softly but he insisted and you hesitatingly wrapped your fingers around his elbow.
Kaz didn't as such flinch from your touch, which just proved that he did trust you a lot.
"Ah there you are! Mr and Mrs Helvar am I right?" An elderly man beamed at you two and Kaz instantly transformed into a complete stranger in mere seconds.
"Absolutely!" He smiled widely, his lips stretching in an unfamiliar way and you almost cringed at how fake it looked, but that was only because you knew him.
"Alright alright that's enough," you whispered after the host went away to greet someone else. "Please bring back the Kaz I know".
He rolled his eyes and returned to his cool demeanour. You were lounging near the bar, sipping drinks to pass time while also maintaining a strict checking of the area.
"How much longer do we have to stay?" You asked after about an hour.
"The party's only just began. It'll take time I think," he answered and looked around.
"These heels are killing me," you groaned. "I need my shoes back".
He didn't say anything but his jaw had clenched, as it always did when he felt a little helpless and unsure. He glanced at your feet before returning his gaze back to the ballroom.
"Saints he's here again," you said suddenly and he turned to see the same man walking towards you two once again.
"You've been sitting for quite a time now! Come on then let's get you on your feet. Don't keep such a beautiful lady waiting, Mr Helvar," he grinned cheekily, eyes clearly trailing down your body.
"I'll make sure," Kaz answered rather tightly, stepping in between his line of sight and blocking you from his filthy eyes. He looked at you and held out his hand, you stopped for a tiny second before placing your bare palm into his cold one.
He inhaled sharply but at the same time gently pulled you towards the dancefloor, keeping his eyes on the host who seemed to be watching your every move.
"He's just wrote himself a death wish," your fake husband grumbled in annoyance which soon turned into a forced smile after waving at someone.
"Loosen up now, we have to dance," you said and were surprised immensely when his fingers intertwined with yours and his other palm was slowly making its way to be placed on your waist.
He glanced in your eyes and all you offered was a gorgeous smile. That seemed to be all that was required and the tips of his fingers brushed your waist before halting there.
Your free hand was on his shoulder and you two swayed, your bodies closer than ever before. And you thought to youself, you could definitely get used to this.
Not the elegant gown or the grand party, not at all. But these small but significant moments of intimacy with him.
"This is nice," your small whisper broke the silence as you danced, engaged in your own little rhythm. Too occupied with each other to even pay the slightest attention elsewhere.
"It is," he nodded and this time made eye contact without hesitation. The force was so strong and powerful that you couldn't feel anything except for the rapid thumping of your heart.
Everybody else seemed to fade as you two danced the moment away, completely taken by each other as you swayed. And you thought, it wasn't so bad was it.
And Kaz gave you a look which seemed to answer your question, it was as if he had clearly read your mind.
It's not so bad, his eyes reflected and you couldn't stop the small smile which soon fell off after another question had plagued your mind.
'Then why? Why can't we give this a shot? Give us a shot?'
"It's always up to us you know," you murmured suddenly, not bothering to elaborate because you knew he understood it well enough.
"Nobody has a damn say in what the hell we do with our lives. It's always up to you and me," you repeated and smiled tightly.
While he just stared at your face, taking notice of the way your heart was literally shattering in front of him. And all he wanted was to tell you that he loved you too, had been loving you since ages.
But you already knew that, you weren't oblivious for saint's sake. You knew he had fallen as hard for you as you had for him. His problem was that he refused to accept it, for god knows what reason.
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Ahem ahem... do we need a part 2?
Preferably from Mr Brekker's pov? 👀
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OOH OOHH Can you do Noctyx with a vtuber!reader who’s like a super popular VTuber? Like , Like they can have 200K people watching their stream at a time ??
Fem/GN reader please !!
thank you for the request!! i apologise if this is a bit sloppy haha
gn!reader, fluff
NOTCYX WITH A FAMOUS VTUBER S/O
FULGUR
. best believe that he would be your BIGGEST fan
. tries to show up to your streams if they do not overlap with his own schedule
. he does not get jealous over the amount the simps you have
. okay maybe he does
. but he’ll never admit it and that jealousy is just a tiny bit (cap)
. if you have any original songs, fulgur would cover them in any of his karaoke streams
. as he sings, he’ll say things like “god [name]’s voice is attractive!”
. the two of you collab a lot
. a lot of multiplayer games
. let’s say you like donghua (u better like it, THEY ARE SO GOOD), you two will have a long marathon of watching an entire series with your viewers
. your simps will fight fulgur
. because fulgur likes to post comments that claim you to be his etc. etc. , your fans will immediately retaliate by saying “WE KNEW [NAME] FIRST! STAY AWAY!!!!!”
. don’t worry, your fans still loves your relationship
. fulgur definitely boasts about having a famous partner
. sorry uki (not)
UKI
. SPEAK OF THE DEVIL
. oh god, this man is your biggest simp
. i’m seriously not kidding
. any merch you have, he will purchase without hesitation
. any tweets, he reposts
. any new stream, he attends
. my man is so devoted you almost believe he has a shrine dedicated to you
. well, he doesn’t
. yet
. much like fulgur, uki will brag about you
. doesn’t hide the relationship one bit because HE NEEDS EVERYONE TO KNOW HE HAS AN AMAZING S/O
. also for the clout /j
. he’s so proud of you and how you managed to develop your fandom
. i believe that he would have been through everything with you
. from you having your first stream to you creating your first song and now, you’re literally the most well-known vtuber in the industry
. suuuuuuper supportive
. if you are doing long streams, he’ll come in with food and water for you
. although uki has a large harem, he could not compare to yours
. now instead of your fans fighting uki, it’s uki fighting your fans
. he will take them on
. “back off. [name] is MY s/o, not yours. they go to bed with ME. y’all don’t stand a chance.”
. GO UKI GO
YUGO
. my fav boy
. when you two collab, he will be very nervous because 200K PEOPLE WATCHING YALL STREAM TOGETHER
. major stress
. tbh, this man will literally fanboy over you
. even on stream
. whatever you do is just so cute to him
. “hey [name], can you say ‘o mizu’ real quick?”
. you do it and both yugo and your respective viewers immediately get a nosebleed
. “TSKR [NAMEEEEE]!!!!!”
. speaking of collabs, the amount of musical collabs y’all do is unbelievable
. you two could have finished a song together one day the NEXT FUCKING WEEK, a new song is ready to be released
. is that even humanly possible?
. yugo will not fight your fans but he will wreck your haters
. having a fanbase so big, it’s only natural if there are a few people that just don’t like you
. if you ever receive a hate comment or wtv, yugo will jump straight into action
. i feel like when yugo gets angry, like angry angry, he can be extremely scary
. he’ll say the most threatening things in a chilling cold tone
. “[name]’s content is ass? say that again and i’ll make sure i’ll stick a heated metal rod up YOUR ass. ya hear me?”
. subscribed to your membership and uses the emojis really randomly
. it’s really cute tho
. yugo best boy
ALBAN
. CATBOYYYY
. he gets sooooo hyped up when y’all collaborate together
. minutes before you two call, alban is rambling to chat about how nervous he is but also how exciting this is
. you’re literally his s/o but he still feels like he needs to treat you with a certain amount of respect
. sometimes, you have to remind him to chill because YALL ARE LITERALLY DATING
. but he can’t help you
. looks up to you A LOT
. also, he gets really jealous of your simps and would post comments on your streams stating “[name] is taken by alban knox”
. gets you to pin those comments
. he needs to assert dominance, okay?
. whenever you release a new song, he will scream and listen to it on loop
. helps promote your stuff and you do the same
. talk about 50/50 relationship
. sends you superchats occasionally even though you tell him not to
. if you don’t have any strict chat rules, he will spam the chat with heart emojis
. follow up with a message that reads “my love for you is endless”
. chaotic, chaotic boy
SONNY
. our sunshine and rainbow
. has been a fan of yours ever since you first started
. y’all actually met a few months after you started streaming before getting together in the following months
. is relatively chill about you being famous
. but he is protective about you
. nobody is to send any weird messages with him around or he’ll literally hack into the system and delete the message
. shows you off to his genmates
. streams any and every song that you have released
. he also loves to sing your songs on stream
. definitely hums the tune when he’s doing something
. he knows that streaming can be tiring sometimes and would often check up on you
. he’ll walk into your room (if he is over at your house) or drop a message in chat
. your fans won’t fight sonny for you affection
. in fact, they actually encourage it because sonny is so sweet towards you
. you question if they are starting to simp for him
. y’all have actually decided to adopt the chat as your children
. it’s one heck of a family
. good luck with the kids
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Hello! Can I have a Shinobu trusting a demon for the first time who wants revenge and kill doma because he turned them into a demon and forced them to eat his family??
▸ ANSWERING. okay anon, here it is! i have a few things to clarify tho, first i went in a different direction from the one with which i started writing this piece and i don’t know if it’s for the best or not… second, it was implied that there was something between shinobu and r, but i focused on the revenge part. i hope you’ll like it anyway, even if maybe you imagined it differently. thank u for sending the request !! ♡
▸ INTRO. a demon slayer and a demon seeking revenge on an upper moon come across each others. (explained better in the request itself hehe)
▸ FANDOM. kimetsu no yaiba
▸ CHARACTERS. shinobu kocho x gn!demon reader
▸ WORD COUNT. 949
▸ RATING. sfw
▸ WARNINGS. major kny manga spoilers !! & it’s probably angsty, mention of kanae kocho, brief appearance of kanao, douma is just mentioned lol. reader wants to end their life (so if that makes you uncomfortable don’t read, i don’t want u to get triggered !!), no beta readers so excuse any possible error pls + lemme know if i missed something
“good evening. what a beautiful night, isn’t it?”
the demon slayer in front of you was different. she wasn’t strong, that’s for sure. but there was something else.
was she truly capable of killing you? years, many long years… you debated whether getting yourself killed by a demon slayer or trying to kill douma, the current upper rank two; all to set your tormented soul free.
you studied her for a few moments, before taking a few steps back. “i wonder now, how many people have you killed?” she asked you, confusing you. “why does it matter?” you said, glancing at her tiny figure. “because you’ll receive the punishment you deserve and be reborn! all to give justice to your victims,” she explained.
you thought about her words for a moment, before deciding to try to reason with her.
“i want to give my victims justice, they deserve that, but i want justice too…” you tried, hoping you were convincing enough. after all, why should a demon slayer trust the words of a demon? “my dear, justice? what kind of justice are you seeking?” shinobu asked with a smile on her face, making you notice that she had been smiling the whole time.
“i know you don’t trust my words!” you assured her, regretting it right after the words left your mouth. “a demon from the twelve kizuki turned me, a long time ago… he forced me to eat my whole family, stating that he would have kept me alive only if i obeyed him.”
you told shinobu your story, you weren’t trying to convince her with futile details, you didn’t wanted her to feel compassion, you just wanted her to understand that you wanted to end your life just as much as a demon slayer desires to kill a demon.
shinobu listened very carefully to your words. your description of the demon who turned you made her lost her composure. it was him. the exact same demon who took kanae away from her.
the tension was clear, but shinobu seemed to have lost interest in killing you. on the contrary, she was focused on thinking about getting revenge on douma too.
she silently decided to trust you, going against everything she believed and respected with her whole self. going against the rules and shinobu kocho in the same sentence? unbelievable! but that was it, shinobu was trusting a demon for the first time in her life.
—
shinobu organised everything, and she did an amazing job actually. she wasn’t the strongest above the hashiras, but she did knew what she was doing and was the smartest person you have ever met. you admired her.
“i want you to kill me with that poison you spoke about,” you said while watching her work. “oh? i see, you still want to die,” was she sad about your wish? “you’re helping me and i truly appreciate it, i know this is as important as it is for me. we’re here to put an end to this story, but i don’t want to be a demon for the rest of my life. i seek peace and that only death will satisfy my desire.”
shinobu listened to you and nodded slowly, letting your words sink in. during these months, you two bonded more than expected from her. you grew to trust each others and you both were mainly focused on one objective: douma.
after all, shinobu succeeded in trusting and befriending a demon. it even surprised tomioka, alongside everyone else in the demon slayer corps.
there was something stronger between you two, something that was probably above the simple friendship but neither of you decided to focus on it.
and whatever was growing between you two came to an abrupt stop when she died, by the hands of none other than douma himself. shinobu tried to prepare both you and her tsukugo, kanao, to the possibility of her getting killed in order to make sure you’d be able to defeat douma.
thanks to another demon slayer, inosuke hashibira, you and kanao killed douma. you finally got your revenge, you were finally free. all the anger, the pain, the emptiness you have felt until that day was finally gone, but it was replaced by a strange feeling of sadness; something that you never experienced during your existence as a demon.
you and shinobu got revenge, but the one who truly deserved to live was the one who lost her life. and that was, without doubt, a cruel joke. that was the main reason why you didn’t wait to drink the special poison shinobu made for you. you couldn’t wait longer, you had to disappear from that world.
kanao was by your side the whole time, you noticed that she was crying for the first time since you had known her. you smiled at her for the last time. “go on with your life and make the most of it… do it for shinobu and kanae,” you muttered, starting to disappear and turn into dust.
you had a vision. no, they were flashbacks from your past, from your human life. you were laughing and enjoying your day with your family, all happily together… when a familiar voice called your name. you turned around and saw a figure, then you smiled once you recognised it was shinobu. she ran to you and hugged you, holding you close to her. your arms circled her petite figure and just then you noticed you were wetting her haori with your tears. you were crying.
“thank you, y/n! we did it,” she smiled, truly happy for the first time in a while, and you were too. happiness suited her beautifully.
▸ BEFORE LEAVING. reblog and comments are super appreciated! thank you for reading it all, as always i’m super insecure about my work so um yeah… hope you enjoyed it, have a good day / night ♡
#📂 — writing !!#shinobu kocho x reader#shinobu kocho x you#shinobu kocho x y/n#shinobu kocho blurb#shinobu kocho drabble#shinobu kocho imagine#shinobu kocho one shot#shinobu kocho fanfic#shinobu kocho#kimetsu no yaiba#kimetsu no yaiba one shot#demon slayer#demon slayer one shot
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Same anon that asked for fandoms here! (first time asking for anything here goes)
Prompt 15. “Shh, don’t wake them, god knows they need their sleep."
With Jamie and Roy from Ted Lasso? (Just incase I had to specify LOL) nws if you don't wanna do it tho! <3
"Shh, don’t wake them, god knows they need their sleep."
excellent first ask. like, truly impeccable choice. this one was PERFECT
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"Shh, don’t wake them, god knows they need their sleep."
Roy looked incredulously at Jamie, who was sitting comfortably in Roy’s office with you in his hand. “Did you seriously just fucking say that to me?”
“‘Ey! Did you not ‘ear me? I said quiet.”
Roy grunted, but ultimately didn’t say anything, because that little prick was right. You did need your sleep.
See, your life was turned upside down a few months ago when you were discovered in the vast AFC Richmond complex. Even though the place was crawling with giants, it was so unbelievably huge that it was actually the perfect place for you to be. Everyone was so busy with their daily tasks that nobody had the time to scan the floors for tiny people.
And it would have stayed that way, too, until the club brought in an eccentric new player that noticed right away that something was off. Before you could even blink, you had been lifted into the air and put on display for a room full of bulky, imposing athletes.
Jamie, who hated Zava with every fiber of his being and relished any opportunity to make him look like an ass, immediately came to your defense, silently vowing to protect you from him. Roy saw right through the whole thing and inserted himself into the relationship, because he sure as hell didn’t trust Jamie to take care of a four-inch-tall being.
So, you were stuck with them.
“I know why you’re doing this,” Roy grumbled. Jamie looked at him expectantly.
“Oh yeah? Why’s that, then?”
“Because you want them to like you more than Zava.”
Jamie made a face and fake laughed. “You’re joking, mate. As if they need my help hating Zava. Don’t you see how terrified they are of him? He fuckin’, plucked them up off the ground,” he bent down and pretended to pick something up, mockingly going through the motions, “and dangled them around like some sort of – some kind of – I don’t know exactly what, but it wasn’t good.”
“Hm.” Roy was mad that Jamie had a point. He too was pretty pissed when he saw Zava waving you around around that day. “So what’s the fucking catch, then?”
“What catch?”
“Why are you doing this,” Roy asked, more forcefully this time. “‘Cause I know it’s not out of the goodness of your little twat heart.”
“What, I can’t just do somethin’ nice for someone I barely know without there bein’ some kind of reason?”
Roy looked at him like he had five heads. “Yeah!”
You awoke to the sound of an argument – not uncommon from spending all your time with them. You sat up in a daze, waiting for Jamie to notice that he had indeed cut your nap short, but he was too in the zone. Fighting with Roy did that to him.
You rubbed your eyes and took your time regaining consciousness after a very restful sleep. Somehow, your existence was still a secret to the owner of the club, so during matches, you watched on TV until Roy or Jamie came back to take you home with them.
You would often stay up through the night. You found the act of sleeping post-Zava incident too difficult to do for more than an hour or so at a time. Every time you shut your eyes, your head rushed as if you were being lifted off the ground again with no warning. It was like the curious face of Zava was painted onto the backs of your eyelids, with hundreds of thousands of eyes behind him. You always woke up with a feeling of dread.
Which is why you decided to go on the team’s most recent road trip, finally taking Jamie up on his offer to tag along. You needed a distraction, but didn’t realize that it would be a frantic game of staying hidden from cameras, awkwardly being in hotel rooms and participating in sickening bus rides, so by the time you were back to the safety of Richmond, you were positively wiped – so much so that your usual night terrors weren’t present.
That is, until you were rudely awakened.
“Stop being such a prick, you little prick.”
“You’re the one who started yellin’ at meh out of nowhere!”
“Not nowhere! You fucking told me not to wake them up, which I already fucking knew– oh my god,” Roy grumbled, looking down at your groggy form. “They’re fucking awake.”
“Right, mate, you woke ‘em up,” Jamie shot back.
“Me?! I didn’t fucking–”
“–Okay, okay!” you cut in, mustering all of your energy to raise your voice. That seemed to stop them for the moment. It never ceased to amaze you that the mere sound of your voice could get two giants to shut up. “What…” you signed as you pushed yourself up, “what are we arguing about this time?”
“Jamie���s being a little prick.”
“Am not!”
“You always think he’s being a little prick,” you pointed out with a small smile.
Roy shrugged. “What’s your point?”
“You should go back to sleep,” Jamie said, an unusual amount of concern in his voice. “You didn’t sleep at all on the bus.”
“Don’t fucking listen to him,” Roy replied. “You’re an intelligent, strong person who is fully capable of making their own fucking decisions.”
“Woah, woah, okay,” you said, holding your hands up. You gestured toward Roy’s desk, and Jamie gently deposited you down on the surface. Like they did every time, the two giants hunched down so they wouldn’t loom so large. “What’s actually going on?”
Jamie and Roy turned to each other, silently acknowledging that they couldn’t bullshit you.
“We were, uh, just–”
“We were talking about you,” Roy admitted. That certainly caught you off guard.
“Me? Why?”
“Old shithead here wanted to know why I, uh, saved you from Zava.”
“Shut it, you little twat, you didn’t save them.”
“Did too! I…” Jamie trailed off when he caught your expression, eyebrows raised and arms crossed. “Sorry.”
You always chuckled at the way his sorries were more like sorrehs. “Roy, I know you’re always mad, but… why are you mad about this, specifically?”
Roy leaned forward ever so slightly, which used to scare the living daylights out of you, but now you found it endearing. “Because he wants you to like him more than Zava.” Roy paused. “Because he fucking hates Zava.”
Just the mere mention of Zava was enough to send your mind into a mini spiral. The two footballers noticed your expression change from tired to anxious, suddenly eyeing them as if they had morphed into completely different people. You blinked hard to get yourself back to reality. “Well, I fucking hate Zava too, you know. Asshole kind of ruined my entire life.”
“See? I told you,” Jamie bragged.
“But that’s what you were arguing about? How much I like Zava?”
“No!” Roy said a little too loudly. His expression softened when you flinched. “Sorry. No, Jamie just got upset when I–.”
“He thinks there’s a catch,” Jamie stated. “Like I have some sort of alterior motive.”
“Ulterior,” Roy grumbled. “It’s ulterior motive.”
“Whatever!”
“Guys!” you shouted, once again shutting them up. “So… it sounds like you woke me up for absolutely no reason, then.”
“Well, not no reason–”
“–he questioned me character, I had no choice but to defend myself–”
“–if this little prick was doing anything that could hurt you, I wouldn’t let that fucking happen–”
“–I’m a changed man, you know–”
“–oh, don’t start with that fucking bull… shit.” Roy looked like a kid caught stealing from a candy shop when he saw your disapproving expression. Jamie, too.
“Sorry,” they said in unison.
“Look, I just…” you let out a big yawn. “This weekend was hard. I didn’t much like all the traveling, and I was glad to be back home. You guys have done so much for me, I… I don’t like it when you argue.”
Roy and Jamie exchanged upset glances. They hadn’t stopped to think that their constant bickering could take a toll on you.
“Truthfully… these last three months have been the most anxiety-inducing, wild and scary months of my entire life. I mean, you guys will never understand how it feels to be looked down upon or loomed over by dozens of giants all at once, being talked about like I’m not even there… picked up like I’m not even a person…”
“Is that why you don’t sleep?” Jamie abruptly asked. He recoiled when you gave him a look that was almost… scared. “I–I’ve noticed for a while. When I get up at four in the morning for training… you’re usually awake, too.”
After a moment, you nodded meekly, as if you were in trouble.
“Do you think about Zava? Every night?”
You laughed in pity to yourself. “Not just every night. I think about it every fucking moment of my life.”
Roy was practically overflowing with anger, which was an impressive feat, given the way he normally is. “I swear to fucking god, when I see that fucking asshole in the locker room tomorrow, I’m going to tie his dick up to a string and drag him down the fucking motorway until it fucking falls off.”
Your smirk turned into an all-out laugh when Jamie gave him a look of borderline disgust. “I’d do all that myself if I could, I think.”
It was all making sense to Roy now – why Jamie had asked him to be quiet around you in the first place. Truthfully, he didn’t have an eye for these things. He didn’t tend to notice your reactions, your tendencies or your routines when his full attention wasn’t on you. He was abrasive, loud and imposing, and he never really stopped to think that you could be so terrified of that from him specifically.
Jamie, though, noticed these things more than Roy would ever suspect. This new, team-oriented, down-to-earth Jamie Tartt was much more kind and caring than Roy gave him credit for. He was good with you. He knew what you needed, what might set you off. He was softer and quieter around you. And he sure as hell noticed the little things you did when you didn’t know he was looking at you.
“Do you think about it… even when you’re with us? Even when you’re in me hand?”
You mulled on that for a moment. “No, not always. Sometimes, though…” you looked up, eyes meeting Jamie’s, and under the harsh fluorescent lights, you swear he looked like he was about to cry. You cleared your throat. “You– you have to understand, I had never even been seen by a human before that. This is all so new to me, I...”
Jamie looked ashamed, realizing quickly that you picked up on his guilt. “All the arguin’ gets to you sometimes, don’t it?”
You gave him another embarrassed nod. “Feels a lot like when you first… when you were all talking over each other, and Ted came out to see what was going on, and he – and he saw me… and he just, he started asking me all these questions, like it was my fault I was found, and I didn’t know what to do or say or where to look. I thought… I thought I was going to die. Like Zava would drop me and nobody would save me, or you would all pass me around until I got squished to death.”
“Jesus,” Roy mumbled. “That’s a bit morbid, innit?”
You shrugged. “Pretty standard borrower fare, I’d say.”
“So…” Jamie began, resting his elbows on his knees and cupping his chin with his palms. “What you’re saying… is that you’d be better off not even knowin’ us.”
You tilted your head ever so slightly. He sounded genuinely upset by that.
“Yeah, I mean, I wish I had never been seen at all. But at this point, if I just… disappeared, you would all worry about me. Wonder where I went, maybe even go look for me. But… but who knows who I’d be found by next. Plus,” you said with a small smirk, “getting to eat every single day is something I don’t think I want to give up now.”
“What, you didn’t eat every day before this?” Roy asked cautiously.
You hung your head. “There’s a lot of stuff I haven’t told you.”
“...Maybe you should start,” Jamie said sheepishly. “Tellin’ us stuff, I mean.” He threw his arms out when Roy gave him a questioning look. ‘Ow else are we supposed to know what they’re feeling?”
“Hmph.” Roy stole a glance at you. He hoped it wasn’t obvious, but every time he looked at you, he was in awe that something like you even existed. He didn’t let himself think about it too much, since it scared the shit out of him, but he sometimes wondered if he could ever survive the way you did. Probably not.
“You really give a shit about the way they feel?” Roy asked. Jamie just nodded, like it was the most obvious answer in the world. “Yeah, alright then.”
“How about, for every day we don’t argue, you tell us somethin’ you haven’t told us before,” Jamie said, an air of mischief to his voice. “That’s fair, right?”
“Hmm.” You plopped down, stretching your legs out and letting out another big yawn. Roy and Jamie gave each other the alright, that was fucking adorable look they often shared.
The more you pondered over what he said, the more your heart swelled. The guys often forgot that you had observed them for years before they discovered you, so you knew more about them than they knew about themselves. But hearing Jamie express just how much he cared about you out loud gave it validity and realness, so it wasn’t just a passive thought in your mind. Jamie wanted you to like him so badly that it pissed off Roy... who was fiercely protective over you. That was adorable.
“Alright, Tartt, you got yourself a deal,” you said with a grin.
“Go on, then,” Roy goaded. “A deal isn’t a deal unless you shake on it.”
Jamie rolled his eyes but obliged, sticking his index finger a few inches in front of your face. You reluctantly grabbed the tip of his finger with both of your hands, face flushing red at how much amusement Roy was getting from this. After a few hearty jostles, you were practically dizzy.
“Not funny,” you grumbled playfully, pushing Jamie’s finger away with all your might. You laughed as he pretended to fall over backwards from your sheer strength. “I’m exhausted, remember?”
It was Jamie’s turn to stretch. “Right, and I’ve got training in… three hours.”
Roy grumbled in that unintelligible, ambiguous way that only Roy could. You gave him a quizzical look, but Jamie already had a shit-eating grin on his face.
“You… don’t… need to… do training tomorrow,” Roy said, like the words had been tortured out of him.
Jamie’s grin stayed present. “Are you sure, coach? ‘Cause I played like shit this weekend.”
“Yeah, you fucking did, you little prick.”
“Really, I don’t mind–”
“Go home, Tartt!” Roy yelled, jumping up from his chair. “Get some fucking sleep, damn it! And take them with you too!” He pointed stiffly at you, which caused you to burst out into laughter.
Jamie shrugged playfully. “Whatever you say, coach.” You happily hopped into his open palm when he placed it next to you, smiling hard at the way Roy snapped from muted delight to anger like a rubber band.
“Try to keep your little twat mouth shut tomorrow,” he warned Jamie. “I want to hear what they have to say.”
“Sure, coach.”
“Well.” Roy stood in the doorframe awkwardly, stiff as a board, not knowing what to do or say or who to look at before finally settling on you. “Goodnight.”
You smiled and gave him a small wave. “Night, Roy.”
“Goodnight, Roy!” Jamie called out as Roy walked away.
“Fuck you!”
Jamie grinned. “Never gets old.” He lifted you up a bit. “Ready to go home, love?”
Home. Home was AFC Richmond, home was Jamie’s nightstand, home was… well, it was wherever the two of them wanted to bring you. And you quite liked that.
“Yep,” you said, leaning back against the curve of his fingers. You let out a content sigh. “Let’s go home.”
#nearly 3K words off this prompt man#i love them a completely normal amount#i love ted so much but these two are the best part of the show#i love writing them just fighting LOL#roy uses about as many fucks as i do in daily conversation so it's easy#obwrites#ted lasso#ted lasso g/t#g/t#giant/tiny#giant tiny
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First of all
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! 🥳
Second. What is Caleb's and Lotties relationship with Janice and Floyd like?
I know that as their parents they love each other a lot, but are there ever any times where they clash?
Also what were Caleb and Lottie doing during Muppets Mayhem?
Thank yoouuu!! My bday itself is on the 29th and I am *so* unbelievably nervous for it! I’ll be 21….hoo boy-
If they where in Muppets Mayhem they where probably just chilling at the shack for the most part or hanging out with Moog, the band probably consider Moog like family since he’s been with them on the road for so long. I forget the name of Nora’s sister but Lottie would LOVE hanging out with her! She’d be team Moog’s official hype team in getting Moog together with Nora. I like to imagine both of them liking Miss Penny (Caleb in general likes everybody anyway-) and her begrudgingly growing fond of them but she’ll never say it. I picture her as the type of give them sweets but they’re really just cough drops or something
As for their relationship they’re all a pretty knightly knit family unit!! I figured this ask would be more fun and easier to read with bullet points so here are some hc’s about Caleb’s and Lottie’s bond with their parents!
Caleb:
🐌 - Caleb was such a shy little tot, he was scared of everything that wasn’t his parents for a large majority of his baby years. He could only handle his parents and Animal, anybody else? He cried and screamed. He gradually chilled out as he got older but it wasn’t until he was walking about on his own did he learn the band are family and he was fine to be left alone with them without bursting into tears (Janice and Floyd have no clue where his anxiety as a baby came from but they did their best to manage it)
🐌 - He was and still is a mama’s boy. He was the calmest with Janice as a baby and she was the one who was able to get him to calm down the fastest. Floyd was a tiny bit hurt by this, but told himself that babies can sometimes be funny like that and to give Caleb time (he did pout for like the entire day tho when Caleb said Ma first before Da, though his first official word was snail)
🐌 - It’s pretty obvious that Caleb takes after Janice’s laid back, tranquil personality so he’s not very confrontational like Floyd can sometimes be. But he does have a habit of being super sassy and blunt without meaning too (or *does* he mean to?-), which Floyd finds absolutely hilarious, especially when Caleb was still a kiddo and he’d just bluntly refer to Piggy by one of the many nicknames Floyd calls her (it was less fun for Floyd when Janice would as Caleb where he learnt such a mean nickname, and Caleb would innocently point to Floyd).
Despite them being very different Caleb still holds a healthy bond with his dad. Floyd already had experience raising Animal so he was pretty chill when Caleb came along and all the unexpected baby shenanigans he pulled. Even if Floyd never really understood Caleb’s anxiety as a kid he always remained patient and level headed whenever he’d get all worked up about something (totally sang to him as a kid like he did with Animal, Janice will forever insist it is the most beautiful thing ever). Their bond definitely got stronger when Caleb got older and he was allowed to hang out with his dad and uncles during their rehearsals. Overall they have a very chill, loving bond. Caleb loves to make occasional little pokes at Floyd being smaller then him. Janice is a string bean who is taller then Floyd and Caleb got all the tall genes, so he ends up being a couple inches taller then his dad
🐌 - His bond with Janice is just as close, but as a kid Caleb naturally sought comfort from his mum as all babies do, and fond calmness in her easy going nature. Janice had her nerves at first, especially when Floyd - having already raised Animal - already had experience where she didn’t, but Janice and Caleb have a lot of similar interests so bonding came easy to them when Caleb was a toddler. They often bonded a lot over nature, since Janice wanted Caleb to have a very down to earth up bringing. Caleb especially loved to go snail watching with his Ma whenever it rained, one of his earliest memories is being outside in a grassy area as it rained and intently watching a snail that Janice had carefully placed in his hand. Then being swaddled in a big fluffy towel afterwards and having his hair dried (basically just watch the entire episode of Rain from Bluey).
Janice loves to braid hair, so she would always volunteer to brush Caleb’s hair, she found it a very enjoyable bonding experience with Caleb, who always grew to love having his hair brushed.
When he’s sad Caleb tends to go non-verbal (picture Bingo at the end of the episode dancemode) so when he was little he’d sit with Janice till he felt comfortable to talk
🐌 - Even when he’s older Caleb and Janice are still close, he’ll often go to her first when it comes to more serious stuff he’s nervous about before bringing them up with his dad. They both like to mediate and talk about crystals together, and Caleb loves to infodump about snails to her, and Janice is always chill to listen. Caleb is a bit more aware of things then Janice can sometimes be, but even when she may be oblivious to something Caleb rarely get annoyed or angry so he simply lightly corrects her. Caleb still likes to have his hair combed/braided by her so sometimes he’ll just sit in front of her on the floor and she’ll start braiding it out of second nature
Lottie:
🌸 - Lottie was basically the opposite of baby Caleb. She was loud and babbled, the only thing they had in common is that baby Lottie also demanded constant attention from her parents and uncles. In a way she was sorta like Animal as a baby, so Floyd was still very chill with everything, sort of rolling with the chaos Lottie brought. Janice struggled a bit more, since Lottie was such a stark contrast to Caleb, but her and Floyd eventually found a rhythm that worked for Lottie. Since Lottie was totally fine with the band from the beginning they where extra dotting on her to make up for the time they couldn’t fuss baby Caleb. Overall Lottie was still a demanding tot but in a very different way then Caleb. She also loved to pull on Floyd’s moustache (just like Caleb and Animal before her), Teeth’s beard and Lips’s goatee (she’d do the same with dear old Grandpa Tibbs and Mick. No bodies beard or goatee is safe-)
🌸 - She was close with her parents and her dear uncles, but as she grew up she was definitely more like Floyd. Lottie gets her sass from dear old Floyd and often likes to test the boundaries of how much she could get away with. All the dotting from when she was a baby kind of back firing in the bands face. Most of the time, Floyd found Lottie’s sass funny, expect when he’d get a taste of his own medicine and she’d be sassy right back at him (which the band found hilarious). This sometimes led to Floyd and Lottie bickering cuz their sass leads to them being stubborn at times, but they always end up feeling back for fighting and apologising, sometimes with some encouragement from Janice.
🌸 - Lottie is still a little kid so she’ll sometimes be prone to pushing boundaries and testing how far she can bend the rules, but she’s learned to tone it down a notch. Her and Floyd still get along great, since they both share the same sassy streak and Floyd can easily manage her high levels of energy because he had to do the same for Animal (Lottie also ADORES her Uncle Animal. I know Animal is basically Floyd’s son but with the age gap Caleb and Lottie view him more as a really fun Uncle). She also loves all of Teeth’s shiny rings and other jewels so she likes to play dress up with them, sometimes forgetting to ask first but Teeth doesn’t mind. Lottie is also able to keep up with the bands energy a lot more then Caleb can, who sometimes needs to take a time out to go recharge himself
🌸 - Lottie loves both of her parents, she really does, but Lottie has ADHD and really struggles to do the whole “centring herself with her aura”, which involves a lot of sitting still. Lottie needs to move about to burn off access energy/stimulate her brain, so she can get frustrated whenever Janice wants to spend time together meditating. They bond a lot better over singing and dancing, Janice likes to do little imrov riffs of her guitar and Lottie likes to make up dances to them. Sometimes Lottie will pull Janice and Floyd up to dance with her and they have a lot of fun!
#Muppets Mayhem#The Muppets#Muppets#The electric mayhem#Lottie#Caleb#Muppet OC’s#Janice x Floyd#JanPepper#Floyd#Floyd Pepper#Janice
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may i interest you in some fic recs????😉
y'all know the drill, we got a rec list for fics i read, liked, and were written in the month of may!! there were so many that i actually had to split this into two posts cause tumblr has a link limit LOL
if you wanna see more more of my fic recs and favs, i have em all on my recs blog, here!! please note the navi page is still under construction!!
and of course, if you have any fic recs of your own, feel free to send em my way here or on my sideblog - i love finding new fics and writers!! 💜
may fic recs pt. 2
Alex Keller
sfw headcanons - @deadbranch
✧ super solid characterization for alex, like you took how i imagine alex to be and explained it in the perfect way. like this line alone "Bearing his thoughtful & intentional demeanor in mind, he is sometimes reticent as he considers how to respond." what is it like to be able to understand a character so well, and be able to so beautifully explain them??
Anakin Skywalker
redshift - @chaoskrakenuwu
✧ how dare you pull me back into my star wars hyperfixation, and even more so how dare you make me feel things for anakin goddamn skywalker 😭 even though i knew what was going to happen, you still have me tearing up every time i read about anakin and his big feelings
Arthur Morgan
until the last falling star || blood upon the snow - @lunallaa
✧ i always love me a good arthur morgan fic and this was absolutely fantastic!! i cannot wait to see where this goes, i know it's going to be amazing because you're characterization of arthur (and the rest of the gang) is *chef's kiss*
Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw
i fully blame @uselsshuman & @lunallaa for introducing me to tg:m and giving me brainrot and also cannot thank them enough!!
right now - @uselsshuman
✧ i'm such a sucker for characters holding in their feelings until a life or death situation when they finally confess, and you wrote it so great. i was giggling, and twirling my hair and cheering along with the rest of the squad at the end!!
i wanna hold you - @uselsshuman
✧ love me a good panic attack/comfort fic and this scratched that itch so unbelievably well!! it felt v close to my own experience with panic attacks and really hit home for me. very easily one of my fav new comfort fics!!
Carlos Oliveira
untitled - @cowboybxtch
✧ yeah i've been stunned to silence with this one absolutely no words just
David "Hesh" Walker
crimson fangs sing me lullabies - @halcyone-of-the-sea
✧ it's the way that i dropped everything to consume all 18k words of this fic like my entire life depended on it!! i've been turned into a hesh girlie, i am obsessed, taken over by the absolute perfection of this fic
Jake "Hangman" Seresin
darlin' loves only a game - @uselsshuman
✧ i need more "teaching someone how to play pool" fics in my life, esp ones like this!! the teasing, the hands on the hips, the flirty touching i need all of it. such a cute, fun fic emma i love it
would that i - @uselsshuman
✧ "The small tabby cat that had been your kitchen companion—affectionately named Sock for his one white paw." forget everything else, Sock is my new favorite character. this is a Sock stan account now. for real tho, i love the way you write jake and make him the perfect amount of tease and gentleman!!
Javy "Coyote" Machado
worry, my love - @uselsshuman
✧ ahh the source of my tg:m hyperfixation, i was so excited when you posted this and read it about 87 times and i'll probably read it 87 more time tbh. i love javy and the way you write him (and him using the word skedaddle LOL)
John "Soap" MacTavish
right person - @halcyone-of-the-sea
✧ how dare you. really, who gave you the right to do this to me? why must you hurt me in this way? why must you write so beautifully and so captivatingly that i literally could not put this down despite the ever growing pit in my stomach? you've ripped out my heart and crushed it to tiny pieces and all i can say is thank you and how dare you
cleaned up - @bloodyknucklesforme
✧ this was so cute, and omg i adore nina. she's so funny, and their banter and her little quips are adorable. “Next time have Kyle spray you down before you get back." adksadlj i love her.
memories are fresh - @mvtthewmurdvck
✧ it's not a fic rec list if i don't include a piece from jo that completely breaks my heart and then puts it all back together again with such beautiful words and sweet moments. idk how you manage to work my emotions so well, i'm in complete awe of your ability and talents.
infinity in the palm of your hand (eternity in an hour) - @yeyinde
✧ hello?? reincarnation!au??? soulmates??? not even a paragraph in and i'm completely bewitched by this fic. i can't be expected to be normal after this, this fic has re-shaped the way i feel and think and read.
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WIP Wednesday
Was tagged by @illusivesoul — many thanks! Very excited to see where that seraghast is going btw 👀
Haven’t been writing as much but I’m hoping to move past my temporary hiatus soon. I do have a little bit of the next part of Stardew Effect written tho, so here ya go!
Not formatted because tumblr hates me lol
Tagging let’s see @tiny-banana-time @pastelroyce @dandenbo and I see LadyA did a WIP Wednesday but tagging you anyway lol @theoriginalladya 🧡 no pressure as always (gonna also tag @urdnotflexthejedibard though if you wanna share it with us in discord instead since it’s original 👀 still wanna see how that project is going 🥰)
"So, okay… run this by me again."
Kaidan was perched on Evvy's bed, cross-legged, elbows braced on his knees as he watched the other man resettle beside him. On the nightstand before them was Everett's laptop, lid open, screen aglow, the bird he'd rescued peering down at the keys as if in deep concentration.
"I'm like, ninety percent sure that bird is actually Liara."
"And she's cursed?"
"Like, super cursed."
"And you came to that conclusion because something… repelled you? When you tried to heal her?"
"Something like that." Everett mirrored Kaidan's position, and for all he looked even more exhausted than he'd seemed earlier that day, there was a quirk to his lips and a glint in his eyes that echoed the sort of good-humor Kaidan had come to associate with him.
"You seem amused by all this."
"I'm amused by you."
"Hey! Why!" His outrage was undercut by his own inability to suppress a smile. Despite the weird and frankly worrying circumstances, it did him good to see Evvy in better spirits. He reached over, prodding Everett in the ribs, doubling his efforts when the other man tried to squirm away. He captured him, pulling him against his chest and running his fingertips along the sensitive areas he'd mapped once before. "I went all the way to that tower for you! Climbed way too many stairs! Tried to understand Wizard!"
Everett was laughing, only half-heartedly trying to escape.
"I almost tried re-creating that hallucinogenic tree tea! And I come all the way here just to get sassed! Unbelievable."
"You weren't gonna try to make that tea, Kay."
"True, but saying I would've helps my case here."
Everett shifted, looking up at him, cheeks lightly flushed. "Fighting dirty there, Kaidan?"
"If it gets you to laugh like that," he replied with a shrug, smiling a little. "Worth it."
Everett's smile softened, and he leaned up to brush a kiss to Kaidan's cheek. Kaidan gave him a little squeeze in return, resting his chin against his shoulder. "So what's actually amusing?"
"Just how outraged you are at the idea of curses," Evvy admitted. "We know Liara can teleport, but this is where you draw the line?"
"This is a step beyond 'odd,' Evvy. This," he gestured towards the bird, watching as it lifted a delicate foot and attempted to smack a few keys with it, promptly falling over. "This I can't even take seriously."
The bird turned its head then, fixing him with what could only be considered a beady-eyed glare.
"I don't know how else she can communicate with us!" Everett leaned forward without actually leaving Kaidan's hold, reaching out to set the bird to rights. "Try your beak?"
#tag meme#my writing#stardew effect#WIP#kaidan alenko#mshenko#everett shepard#mass effect x stardew valley crossover
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I have compiled a list of Arthur’s scar leaving injuries so people(me) don’t forget(still me) to draw them (i’ll update this when new significant injuries happen and at the end of this i’ll do a tl;dr of what Arthur’s current state might look like now, leaving out uncertainties and including things like starvation and shaving.
Part 1 “The Dark World”
There were no blood mentions regarding Parker’s body and I’m taking a shot in the dark and saying the method was strangulation (unless John just used some weird magic and not Arth’s body). When being strangled, most will panic and claw at the aggressors wrists- But then wouldn’t there be blood? Maybe enough time passed for it to dry and remain hidden under Arthur’s sleeves. I dunno I just like the idea of that moment leaving scars.
Part 3 “The Mansion”
There was a car crash (surprising it only happened on the duo’s 2nd drive..). Arth literally had to climb through a seat to get to the baby in the back however the baby remained unharmed so maybe he could’ve been unharmed as well? Buutttt he did black out for a split second and said he couldn’t think straight. I believe a small superficial head scar to be possible along with some tiny other facial scaring all, caused by the glass windshield shattering a bit due to the crash. After all, there was sound of stepping over glass when he walked away from the wreck..
Arth also fell through a wooden stairway but no attention was drawn to any possible injury on his body and I realllyy doubt that he wasn’t harmed in some way.. maybe thin scars were created by the wood scratching thin areas like the hands and ankles or areas that scar easily but you just happen to be able to ignore it in the moment, y’know?
Part 4 “The Voices”
Near the end of this episode, Arthur gets huge damage to the stomach causing it to bleed. Pretty sure it was inflicted by a kitchen knife or something larger. Art said something along the lines of his entire waistline feeling wet with blood and it was enough damage for John to say the words “if this is the end…” and some sappy shit. Definitely a deep cut.
(Wow… dying from a botched c-section… not unbelievable but very uncommon for a man who, unless I skipped an episode, was not pregnant…)
Part 9 “The Boat”
Everyyyyone knows about the 3 shots Arthur took to the chest but i’ll mark it anyway. The first two shots seemed to only be like “OW” but he could probably keep going. By that excellent deduction I conclude they didn’t hit the heart. The third one probably did tho, sounded like he was seeing the light- or well, the dark at that point.
Part 12 “The End”
These little tadpole guy things tries to slither into arthur’s arm, arthur has to press lighter against skin to stop the thing from getting further in, bleeding a bit, possible scar + burn scar.
Part 13 “The Dreamlands”
Now it’s time to bring up the wooden pinkie. The duo bit it off to give the trees a friend, cauterized the wound, and a wooden pinkie grew out. There could be burn scarring where the wooden replacement pinkies grew out.
Part 15 “The Storm”
The injury caused here is kinda the entire reason I decided to go back through all the episodes and check because I forgot about this one entirely. Here the duo just barely escape a dark storm by hiding behind a large boat bitten by rust. The wind tore off some skin on the right side of Arthy’s face and it was apparently difficult to see out of their right eye until they cleaned it.
Part 17 “The Fall”
The monster thing threw a rock at Art from ceiling which resulted in a deep cut in his bicep. His shoulder dislocated on the same arm and from the fact that Arthur (who only has control of the right hand) had to set it back I think the damage was on the left arm.
Part 20 “The King” + “Coda”
Arthur got cut by one of the King’s dancer’s cut Arthur although it isn’t clear where it sounded like it drew blood (aka it scarred). Arthur also stabbed himself in the throat, just missing his jugular. That definitely left a kayne-knife-shaped scar.
Part 23 “The Past”
A piece of Arthur’s right ear was torn off, ouch.
(gonna include this here because I don’t want to go back and check which episode this happened in but Arthur did shave at like the beginning of the season after he got to the weird bar. I remember because he kept going on about deserving a wash and a shave and yellow was so pissy about it)
Part 27 “The Roots”
And now everyone’s favorite episode! We know Arth isn’t gonna die so i’m considering what the marks left by this near death experience may be. Arthur gets pierced by some tendril thing through the stomach so depending on what means through which it heals, there’s gonna be a huge scar there (i can’t imagine it just stays an open hole.. or it could, who knows!) Also, based on how the creature thing cut it out, there should be a gash in Arth’s head from where john cut the monster thingy’s tendril out.
tl;dr
Arthur is (circa part 26 not 27) a very thin, clean-shaven man showing signs of starvation covered in scars with the most significant being the superficial scarring on the right side of his face, a deep scar across his stomach covering the entirety of his waistline, 3 small wounds to the chest caused by bullets, a wooden pinkie on his left hand, a deep scar over his throat, a deep cut in his left bicep, a piece of his right ear bitten off, a burn scar on his arm where he had to burn a tadpole out of it.
#this is probably useless but i literally needed this list at some point but I couldn’t find one anywhere so I had to make it myself >:(#malevolent podcast#arthur lester#if i missed anything lmk#malevolent podcast spoilers
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9/7/22 8:24 am
It still hurts.
I’ve been trying really hard to convince myself that I’m ok. It’s ok. This is all ok. I tell myself that he deserves this. To be free. To not be with me. He’s young. He has his whole life ahead of him. He deserves a long happy marriage, kids, someone his family will approve of…. Someone who is not broken and used up. Just because I felt something and saw potential doesn’t mean that the potential should be realized. It was a selfish dream. The equivalent of stealing his life, really. He deserves so much more. So much better. And even tho I hoped…I’m not entirely vain enough to think that I’m the best thing for him. That only I can fill a hole he needs filled. There will be better. Why fill something with dirt when you can fill it with gold instead?
I force myself to imagine him with someone else. Get used to that idea. I’m going to have to get used to that idea if we’re going to be friends. He’s going to find someone else. Love someone else. Touch someone else. Someone else is going to make him smile. Probably more than I ever have. Someone else will be in his life. Wearing his ring. Sleeping in his bed. Having his kids. I imagine him telling me he’s getting married. Having a baby. Being unbelievably happy.
Because he deserves all of it and more. I wish all of that and more for him. Things I can’t give him. He deserves a kind sweet woman. Maybe with a soft southern accent. Tiny and cute and innocent. Feisty but oh so kind. With a heart of gold. Someone he can lean on and trust and place above all others. A priority. Someone worthy of being his priority.
But it hurts.
Some days I almost think I’ve succeeded in walling up this pain, this love. Pretending it doesn’t exist. I try to convince myself it doesn’t exist. I tell myself that I never saw his face so it should be easy to convince myself that it was all just a lovely dream, right? It didn’t really happen? I mean, how real can it be? I don’t think it was that real to him. I mean…he was so nonchalant about it all. So easy to accept it and move on. Relieved even. Probably realized his mistake once he saw my face. Once he saw all of me. Just because a person has a nice personality doesn’t mean they will be nice looking. I’m sure I was a huge disappointment to him. So he never got attached. Never cared that much. Certainly didn’t fall in love with me like I did with him.
Idiot.
So now he’ll move on. Probably already has and I just don’t know it because he doesn’t like to talk about his life. Everyone else will know before me. He’ll probably drop it in a chat group and I’ll hear about it weeks later.
And it will destroy me.
But I’m trying to make it ok. This is what he deserves. Someone sooooo much better than me. Someone who will make him happy. Someone who will be so amazing that he’ll actually love her. He’ll want to give up time to her. Talk to her. Hold her. Be with her. That certainly wasn’t me. I didn’t inspire those things in him. I just gave him grief and shame and guilt and encroached upon his time. I gave him hated obligations. I tried to give him love, but it didn’t work. It wasn’t good enough.
Today, I realized-he’ll never let me in. I asked the name of his newborn nephew. A name. Not even the full name. He didn’t want to give it. It’s unique he says. And that’s when it hit me. I’m nothing to him. Just a random voice on the internet. Not a friend, like he tells me. I bet he told all his friends at his UFC night the baby’s name. People he meets in real life. But I’m just words on a screen. Someone to keep at arm’s length and never give any personal details to because I’m just a blip. I will never be a part of his life. If I disappeared today, he’d only be sad that there’s one less person to relieve his boredom.
And that hurts. A lot.
But what can I do?
Nothing. </3
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It's crystal clear now, who's that certain one who stole 6 million from him. The name was there, the video footage was also shows, who was that one. But, it's still unbelieveable. Because, she is the daughter of his mentor, she works for him since a long long time, ago. How dare is she to stole that much money from him, without any consequences, when she knows what will be happening... She knows it very well, because he learned it from her own father & grandfather... He actually doesn't want to get her decapitated, but the rules are just rules and it's still 6 million. Six fucking million is not, just some tiny little money what, you can borrow from someone without asking it. He called his security chief enroute to home & asked him to find, that bloody woman... Alive, of course. She would beg him to be dead, when he finished. No, his job. His money, his job and none of the staff's so it's a no, cause he is the Boss and none of theirs bussiness to know, what the hell he wants from E. It's his own. Because, the money is still his. So don't ask stupid questions to him, when he is very much angry. He yelled, than a few minutes later he smashed that bloody phone to the ground. Elettra, that fucking woman told at the bank, that they are together and she is his bloody woman & not that lady who was there to handle some 3 millions. That's a liar, a burglar, a bitch. The way she says all of these lies & insults about his woman, who wasn't captured by the CCTV at all and is never dare to stole from his account, because she doesn't know about how much money at all, he has. So, that's angered him a lot, because it was Elettra. The one who was like a sister to him, she is five years younger than his own brother. He know her, since she was a baby with a fucking pacifier in her mouth. She's her mother's bloody daughter, with this attitude a fucking liar with no shame at all to frame someone who was not even there. Even tho, his other guard man stayed at the bank & try to see all the video footages from the bloody previous hours. He's angry, concretely very mad at Francesco's daughter. No, he doesn't alert the Old Guy at all, he has other plans. It's called a torture, like locking her in a dark room and left there. Cause, Elettra has a fear at darkness since she was 5 when her mother, accidently locked her into a dark room where were a lot of rats and other stuff. It was his brother, who help her out after 2 hours of pure terror & Elettra is just thanked them, this way. Ok, not to his brother but him, because it was him, who take his brother with him that day. They came home, he left the guards at the hall down there and go to dress up, shower and others to calm down a bit & thinking. But, he was not even prepared for the view, at all. It was a bloody surprise, really. Elettra. In his bed. In nearly nothing but, only a string. Lying in her back, that bitch. That fucking bit, want to seduce him. How dare she is. Anyway, there's another way to calming down and it's more cherished than some water. Elettra has a delicious body, she is really hot without even trying to be that.
She has porcelain skin, long legs and freckles, a lot of freckles. Nearly everywhere in her back. It is like, he lost 6 million but, win the jackpot. It's because he fucked a long time ago, because the other woman works a lot. Yeah, that is the one problem & the other is that one doesn't even this much attractive at all. She is beautiful with her dark, long curls but has no curves and her legs are not this long. It's not short, but she is not like Elettra. The damn fucking woman, who's neck is taste like honey, who's skin is like silk. Elettra's moan is like the best music, he ever heard. The woman stole from him & instead of punishment, he just fucking her really hard. Their body is like one and it's all covered with, their own sweat. It is a neverending scene, because he doesn't want to end this connection. She wanted to be his woman? Well, she would be his mistress, because why he break up with someone who is innocent & being with a woman who've dare to stole from him 6 million.
- You are like a maniac, you know? A fucking predator, but anyway... That was awesome...
- Like framing, someone... Hm?
- I didn't even framed her, but it would be nice. I just said, the truth... Well, If I am not ur woman, neither would be her at the end of the day... So... Anyway, do you wanna shower with me or what you want from me?
- You are one, nasty little bitch. But, you would beg for my mercy, baby... Ah...
Yeah, in your dreams, bro. In your fucking, dirty little dreams. Anyway, you taste nice. That one, isn't even innocent as what you think about her. But, she doesn't even know who the fucking hell are you, so maybe she is a bit, brave. When I finish with you currently, you'd be the one who beg me to be your woman, so be prepared for more blowjob, like this. Cause, I want to taste you in my mouth, man. I want you. Only, you & in your presence around me, oh and before u would ask, my father knows everything about that 6 million. I take it as, some bloody prenup shit from you, so stop that with my hair. I know, that you like what I do without dat, bro. You are wrong, If you think I am nasty and she is a rare example of innocence. It's the opposite, but I planned this since a long time now. A very long time, actually. I used my last courage today & I never believed, that you does this with me and instead, not tell me to go away. No, you fucked me, instead and I still can't believe. The way you see me, currently is unbelieveable and it's the best to a "girl" like me, who dreaming about being your wife to challange her own father's ridiculous dream to marry me off, to your brother who was my childhood guardian. But, that relation wasn't much just like we were some siblings. Actually, I always wanted to be like my mother, without the jelousy and cruelty against my own daughter... and that's where you have come into my plans, man.
- Enough...
- For what? Do, I not entertain you that much like her, does?
- It's not about, comparison. I want to clear you. I have a lot to do with you, because I want to fuck you, anywhere I'm able to do... Because, that's what mistresses, do... If, I'm correct...?
- I don't know, I wasn't one until now, so be careful with me... and I will with you... Oh, my...
Yeah, Elettra entertains him more, than any of his exes does and that's scary. He wants to hug her, kiss her, fuck her and touch her in every body parts she have. He just want to discover her, take her as his own and being his woman instead of that one, who has dare to take this opportunity very seriously. Yeah, Elettra stole 6 million from him but, she doesn't even said she did not. She's young, just recently some months ago she turned 40. She's capable to bore him, the children his woman still not gave him cause she have a job. She may has her own life, but it doesn't mean that she cannot bear him a child. It was in talks, well fuck that. He has other to do so, and Elettra is worth to be knocked up. She's upgraded for two purpose, the one is easy as it looks. Entertainment. The other, giving him the long wanted heir, or heiress. It's a sign, that she was here today. Tonight, actually. Because, the day turned night, when they finished discover everything with each other. It was great, very much better and entertaining that with that one who's his woman... & If, Elettra's words are true she just was his woman, but the first thing is lying here & see, this beauty who is his new lady. She's not a mistress, that so rude to a woman, who he like and admire very well, for being a honest partner in everything, he did with her. A sudden knock on the door, just killed the beauty of the moment but, doesn't wake his lady up. Thankfully. It was, the guy he left at the bank & with, the result of that research. The door was not, really closed but, only a little light was in the room. Which, reflected the half of Elettra's body and her golden hair & abt the guy's smirk it was clear, that all of the staff was rooted for this end to the beauty. He is her beast, actually. But, he like being that for someone, like Elettra. Even, now a bit more. There were no video, but a lot of photo about, the woman who wasn't innocent at all. She was more, shameless than Elettra ever was. She claimed it's for emergency & is allowed to take, that money from him because they are marrying and she... whatever. Than, there were someone suspicious as fuck with her, someone he know very well, or believed it. That, two was his backup life's two pillars & they are clearly fucking behind his back, but since when... oh, wait she is a "saint". No, don't absolutely nothing cause, he has other plans.
One, shameless plan actually, which involve his lady, her father, a priest, and some more people. He would marry with Elettra, maybe an hour ago or, so... If, his people arrange the things he need. Elettra, only get a white dress and something to marry, her father and nothing else. Because, he is here. When, the guy goes with the list and dat other, he was holding in his hands. That was the moment, he texted his brother in, the backup phone he has for emergencies, because he is a boss for blood's sake. He just asked him, to bring their grandmother's ring, because he is marrying with Elettra. He has a back up story & in it, they are seeing each other since she is work for him. It's all because, he wouldn't want her to let go, so that's why he marry with her. In reality, it is for taking revenge on the real bitch & that asshole, too. He's a freaking boss, he would get them die in like traitor's does, but he has a heart... and that heart is now, beating for another woman. Someone, who dare to steal 6 million from him, with a class act because, she wants him so badly. A woman, who he known very well, since she was just a baby. Someone, who is like a medicine to his, so-called mafia madness. A woman, who knows what this life is and is manage to be in it, without loosing her head. Someone, who is capable to bear his child in the near future, when it comes to it's time. Elettra Matilda Claudia by her name, would be a capable wife for him because in the bed they get along so well. She has no fear, when he is around her and he is not anymore, the one very dangerous & mad boss around him. The, two L is finished off, without being killed. They, may live in the city but, doesn't even know about his reputation... Until, now.
- Until, now... Until now, darlings... Until, now...
- What? Who are you, talking about?
- Good morning, Princess! First of all, would you want to be, my Queen and give me children?
- Is this, even a question? What, happened? Hm?
- Maybe, you weren't wrong, but... Maybe, is it... Just, me... Wanting, to upgrade you for your, so so hard work on me... Hm?
- I think, you are more suitable to marry, than... Uhm, my father's choice... So... Uhmhm... Yes! I want you... So badly... In me, again...
- Like, this? Hm? I'm honoured to be yours... Ur husband, boss, lover and also, the father of your children, Baby...
- Would you mind, If we have only one child and it'd be a girl, instead of a boy...?
No, never. Actually, he wanted a daughter more than a son, or two & three sons... And, it would be a golden haired, little beauty but with green eyes, instead of blue. So, everyone would know it is his daughter, with Elettra who is his queen. He searched love in the wrong place, but find his true mate in the right woman. This one in her arms, moaning is his Queen and it's crystal clear that, they really made for each other. Elettra knows, what she know about this life and handle it with grace, sass and class. That 6 million is a prenup takeover, or something because despite this she would be his sister - in - law, in the plan of her father. But, Francesco would gave her to him instead at some hours ago. So, better get prepared because, there would be some flashes. Well, Marco really brought that ring, but also two others and a big sapphire for the bride. It is something borrowed, what actually their own stepmother "stole" from her mom. The bride was gorgeous, with that tiny veil and in that dress. Whoever, was the one who bought that it is sure, that it suits Elettra so well. Like a second skin, because it's lace in the most perfect body, he ever really tasted. He doesn't even did, that with that ex of his, who doesn't know her new status. He but, he does licked Elettra before they get dressed, and it tasted like honey. The other, surely has an expensive taste and hope L would handle it, quit bloody well. Cause, now he's being married with Elettra.
The fact that you want me as your Queen and u, not even mind If we would have a daughter and no son, says it all to me, Nando. Yeah, I was just trained to be an outsider's wife, like your brother but, that doesn't mean I'm not capable to be the wife of the Boss. Dad, thinks I am insane to do this, but he knows that you cherish me well & he see through to you, bro. He, saw that you will enjoy me, treat me, love me, spoil me and also, you will very much will be the guy, who gave me the children he as a grandfather would spoil so fucking much. I never said him, that your back up story is a random coverage to the things u want to hide. Actually, I love this much of the good backup story, Baby. Can I call you, this..., too. You make me feel, the most beautiful one of all the women out there, beside that you made me moan a lot, today and it's still not the end of our day. Because, it is my love, can I call you dis, to add more fuel into the story. Your eyes, says it all. You looks great, actually yummy in this suit and it makes me wet &, u know dat. You really know that, what I try to hide until, we alone in our room, again... and now, we are pronounced as husband and wife. I never dreamed to marry, I never wanted to be. Because of my parents, I wish that bitch, who bore me to this world and was my cruel mother for 5 years would be here today. To, see this ugly duckling marrying to a boss, because she said that I would only be some random outcast's wife. Prop, your bro. He bring back, those sapphires of mom to me, the ones I enjoyed holding & balancing in my little hands when I was 3. I wish, there would be another toddler, who would do the same. But, until then as You said, you are mine and I am yours, Baby. Gosh, that smile when I call you my Baby, my husband or just mine. I guess, I should allow you to take my undies off of from me. Soon after, when we were alone, again. Because, you know by one look.
That's a day, he wouldn't forget. He was just, with another woman by the morning, in a flat he rent for herr until, the betrayal wasn't known. & He is now married, with someone else he is just knows very much well. Elettra is suitable, to him even more than someone who may have cheat on him with some friend. They would woke up for the news, because he is married. Happily, indeed. To the woman, who has zero shame when it comes to sex. Well, everyone was so prepared that, after the dinner they go up for more rides but, they not even reached the room. Well, it wasn't his wife's fault but, his because, she can't get enough of her. Elettra is his, and he is hers. They are complete, together. That other woman, was boring and not this much of the entertainment for him. Her bare body, wasn't aged well due to the lot sunbathing, and those diets. Her body wasn't like, this and she was so conservative about sex. Like, wasn't ride him, suck him or anything what Elettra did. Those, stripes in his back & shoulders, too. He didn't recieve it by L. The woman, who deserve nothing to be mentioned by her name. That one, who called his office all morning until, his old secretary get enough & give her, his newest number. The voice wasn't bring emotions to his bare body, as he lie next to his brand new wife and hearing his ex lamenting about some random dude, who is his doppelganger and they call him like, ages since they saw in a magazine. Yeah, only her. That jerk, was go to the bank & try to do his trick, but it get backfired. Marco do his best to handle, the situation until Francesco is there. So, he enjoy his new status as Elettra's husband. Why he should, hear all of this shit when he is laying next to his gorgeous new wife. The woman, who wake up and is now riding him, in all her full naked glory. He threw that phone by accident, but thankfully it did not crashed so L could hear them moaning, and screaming the name of each other. No, it was him. He is a cruel mafia boss, who deserve a glorious and very gorgeous queen, after all not a freaking peasant who act like a saint, but instead is a bitch. He got his own queenie, and has no intentions to change everything. Cause, Elettra makes him so happy and it is really a love affair, now. Because, he is find his match in a most ridiculous way at someone he doesn't know, how suitable for him. His mentors daughter. Elettra...
UNEXPECTED aka. THE CRUEL BOSS FIND HIS MATCH...
(Short story for no reason at all...)
By me.: @thecoffeeloverbutterfly90 with love. 💋❤🔞
#writings#my writing#18 plus writings#storiesfromyhead#short novel#the coffeelover butterfly 90#unexpected#mafiaromance
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WE’RE SO YOUNG [[but we’re probably gonna die]]
AND IT’S SO FUN [[we’re so good at selling lies]]
WE LOOK SO GOOD AND WE NEVER EVEN TRY
[[I don’t wanna do it]] BUT I DO IT
CAUSE I DO IT ALL THE TIME
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sunghoon as your bf !! (random headcanons)
genre: fluff, angst if u squint. warnings: cursing, maybe some slip ups and english isnt my first language. a/n: AAAH I HAVENT POSTED A BF POST IN SO LONGGGG!! ever since i moved blogs man anyways i rlly hate this one but i have to clear my drafts. im still on semi-hiatus until further notice tho.
ure dating an asshole. thats not a hc that's a fact.
as we are all well aware, he tends to be shy at times, but he likes to mask up his shyness with cockiness.
hence why it's pretty easy but also pretty hard to catch him off guard.
"sunghoon? are you okay?? ur face is red-" "of course, i'm okAy!! *nervous giggles* are you okay tho?? doesn't it make u flustered standing next to the park sunghoon? the prettiest, sexiest and the most hands-"
pls slap the actual fuck out of him, or else he's not going to shut up.
that's his fake cockiness, but the real one jumps out when he actually makes you flustered.
he just loves seeing you all nervous and blushy, it boosts his ego.. maybe a tad bit too much...
winks at you, whispers tiny "i love you's" in your ear, rests his head on your shoulder, kisses your neck and then watches you melt under his gaze with a cheeky smirk plastered on his handsome face.
unpopular opinion maybe? but sunghoon would be a very playful boyfriend. he puts up this mature, cool and collected demeanor, but that ice cold persona simply crumbles the second you step into the room. he's just really whipped.
he could literally get so annoying tho, he just craves your attention. pokes your sides, lays on top of you, grabs you by the shoulders and aggressively shakes you, messes up your hair, pinches your cheeks, basically does anything so your undivided attention is on him and him only.
of course that doesn't apply for when you have to study or get some serious work done, he's respectful and will definitely understand that you have your own responsibilities to take care of.
but if you don't, and for some reason you aren't paying attention to him, your boyfriend, your happiness, the love of your life - tch, unbelievable. how dare you not be all over him 😒😒 - then he'll get whiney.
"y/nnnnnn, pay attention to me!!" "i'm watching tiktoks" "can i see that?? thanks" *powers off your phone* "now you aren't watching tiktoks 😋😋"
he's very much a hand holder. maybe it's just me and my obsession with his pretty hands, but i feel like he'd love it if you played with them. he has long fingers, so if you compared your hand sizes or something, he'd just melt. doesn't care if your hand is bigger, he just likes the feeling of your palm against his. it makes him feel warm and giddy inside.
mfs hands are always FREEZING THO!!! he ain't called ice prince for nothing huh?? gOD DAMN- 💀
his hands and feet?? ice cold. even if it's 10839284929491°'s outside and everyone is boiling alive, his hands will be freezing.
so be cautious, because he doesn't use his elsa powers for good (눈‸눈)
sunghoon likes to "surprise" you by sneaking up behind you and putting his cold ass hands on your warm neck.
will "kiss it better" tho 😋 totally not an excuse to have his lips on your neck, nope !!! he just firmly believes that his kisses are magical <(￣︶￣)>
did i mention he likes neck kisses?? oh i have????? well i'm gonna say it again.
not only does he love kissing your neck, he also loves it when you kiss his. it makes his heart flutter and he lets out the cutest giggles you have ever heard in your entire life.
claims that it's simply because it tickles, but the real reason is that you make his heart ache so much he can't help but laugh. any sort of contact with you makes him uncontrollably smile.
he's not big on PDA ig?? it just makes him feel uncomfortable when he's around other people, especially strangers.
EXCEPT!!!! when someone is flirting with you.
sunghoon is a pretty possessive boyfriend, obviously to an extent. he tends to get jealous a lot but tries to play it cool by going: "hah, he thought he really had a chance, huh?? i'm like.. 10x more handsome than he is."
but the way his grip on you tightens, him shifting closer to you by the second as he lets go of your hand and wraps his around your waist, glaring daggers at the guy in front of you who keeps miserably failing at trying to get your number says otherwise.
he likes kisses a lot. just the feeling of your lips on his is heavenly and he wouldn't trade it for the world.
your day starts with kisses and ends with kisses, that's just how it goes, i don't make the rules.
wakes you up by either smooching you all over your face, very aggressively might i add, or leaving gentle kisses on your collarbone.
the second you open your eyes he's pulling away and staring at you so adoringly, oh my god it melts my heart.
he thinks you're the most gorgeous/handsome human being that has ever walked on planet earth, even when your face is all puffy in the morning, drool all over your chin and hair all over the place. you're still perfect in his eyes.
asks for kisses back, even if you have morning breath. he doesn't give a fuck. sunghoon wants? sunghoon gets.
he also likes cuddles. cuddles you in your sleep, you have no other choice.
he's always the big spoon, but if you ask him nicely then he might change his ways for you once in a while.
remember when i mentioned his feet were cold?? yeah, that plays a big ass part rn-
he loves to tangle your legs together bcuz it both provides him warmth and makes him feel closer to you. you probably shriek and try to squirm away from him, but good luck with that 'cause he has an iron grip on you and isn't planning on letting go at all.
"JDJSBDJWDBJEBDNE SUNGHOON STOP DJEKFNEJDJ" "shhhhhhhh baby don't fight it."
buries his head in the crook of your neck. if it weren't for his breath tickling you, you would have thought he suffocated himself. LIKE HIS HEAD IS ALLLLL THE WAY IN THERE YK???
sunghoon is low-key hilarious when he's sleepy, though.
if he's sleep deprived enough, he gets super clingy!! and also says the stupidest shit one can come up with. like u literally can't make that shit up-
"nooooo don't go, im comfortable" "sunghoon i need to pee-" "then get a diaper smh"
if you want him to pass out and fall asleep fast, turn around to face him and play with his hair.
let him lay his head on your chest for better access, totally not because he likes listening to your heartbeat.
HIS. HAIR. IS. SO. FLUFFY. AND. SOFT.
run your fingers through his hair, massage his scalp and he's putty in your hands. give him a little forehead kiss as a cherry on top and he's over he moon. just loves it so much!!!!
kiss his nose. need i say more? just PECK IT.
your foreheads slightly touching as you stare into each others eyes lovingly, your noses rubbing lightly? sunghoon has ascended.
also ALSO ALSOALLSOSKDOAKDKW i can not stress this enough, cup his face in your hands, wait for him to flutter his eyes shut and then lightly peck his eyelids. you're doing gods work.
he compliments you soooo much oh my god it's so cute.
"sunghoon i look stupid." "no you're gorgeous :)" "i literally look like a clown are you fucking serious-" "yes. yes i am. you're beautiful shut up."
now even though he compliments the shit out of you, the second you compliment him he gets all blushy, it's adorable. tries to deny the fact that he is indeed a very pretty boy, because he can get insecure from time to time.
"you're so pretty, hoonie" "dkjsjd no?? hahahaha no am not haha... do you really mean it though? :("
you guys are the visual couple, no take backsies its true and you know it.
overall 11/10, boyfriend material, would recommend.
©tyunni please do not copy, translate or repost my work.
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𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾.
𝕋 ��� 𝕜 𝕒 𝕞 𝕚 𝕂 𝕖 𝕚 𝕘 𝕠 | ℍ 𝕒 𝕨 𝕜 𝕤
⇴ male reader [22, chubby, 194cm]
⇴ all characters are depicted as [18]+
↳ summary: [Your.name] is a chubby and tall man, someone who definitely didn’t fit Japan’s beauty standards. Safe to say, he wasn’t the most confident. However, during one group date, it finally all changes when he meets someone who is certainly very interested in him.
↣ rating: general audiences
↣ warnings: modern AU; self-deprecation; chubby, tall reader; reader’s “friends” being assholes to chubby reader; hawks and reader have a happy end tho; hawks is a simp for reader from the first minute on, ok?
part 2.
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“Come with us, they said. It will be fun, they said.”, you mumbled to yourself as you stood there. Awkward. Alone. Ignored. Too afraid the tiny bar stools would collapse underneath your big ass, hence why you chose to rather stand than sit.
Why did you let yourself get dragged into this group date? You wanted to say no in the beginning, but with your friends pestering you, you kind of agreed in the end. Though now, you knew all too well why you didn’t want to come.
As a chubby and very tall man, you weren’t the type that people, or rather, gay men, drooled over. At least you hadn’t had anyone show interest in you like that. Maybe it was because you were rather shy and thus not as loud as many of your fellow male friends, or you were the “wrong chubby”. Whatever it was, you were not attractive. Society made sure to tell you that at least once a day and sometimes those nice and kind people, not, were even going out of their way to tell you what a nuisance your were with your tall, fat ass taking up space. And in Japan, where everything was not really built to accommodate people like you, it was sometimes very hard to fit into things.
While you were sighing to yourself for the nth time and making sure to put yourself down as much as you could, you certainly didn’t realize how someone was always glancing at you. Hawks was one of the four gay men you and your friends had met today for said group date. Ever since he saw you, he had the urge to talk to you and get to know you. You were so tall and handsome and t h i c k. You could probably swing him around and break him like a toothpick. Just thinking about it made him grin.
However, it almost seemed like you had a shield around you he just couldn’t break through. He could guess why. Not only once had he seen people bullying the ones that didn’t fit the norm. Too fat, too skinny, too small, too tall – there was no end. People always found reasons to put others down. With how you stood there all alone, trying to make yourself as small as possible, Kei understood you tried to hide and you were uncomfortable. Even though you literally had nothing to hide. God, he wished he had met you sooner.
“Oiii Ta-ka-mi-san!”, his thoughts were rudely interrupted.
“What are you staring at Takami-san?”, then one of your friends, who was obviously interested in him, looked in the direction as well.
“Ah. [Your.name], huh? He’s like a car accident, right? You don’t wanna look but you also can’t really look away.”, your ‘friend’ laughed and Kei could have not been more disgusted by that behavior.
“God I wish I could just punch you, you fucking idiot!”, Keigo thought, furious and having to gulp down the anger.
Thus, he just smiled a little before he silently stood up to walk over to you, ignoring the calling of your ‘friend’. Instead, he got all nervous all of a sudden. Normally, he was the one being confessed to, not the one confessing or even initiating a conversation. Takami was used to people fawning over him, he was a rather successful model after all, hence why it was so hard to find someone who wasn’t just interested in him sexually or because of his money. And it did not help one bit that he found you so unbelievably attractive as well, his nervousness was at its peak.
“Hey. You’re… [Your.name], right?”, he tried to sound very casual as he leaned against the bar beside you. AND MY GOD, he was so tiny compared to you. He loved it. The way he had to look up so much.
You were rather surprised to get attention, especially from someone like Hawks. Like, he was so out of your league it was ridiculous to even think he would even BREATH besides you – yet there he was. Talking to you-
Oh. You knew what he wanted.
“Okay, look, let’s just skip all that polite small talk, the little laughs so we don’t feel awkward before you drop the question. Just tell me, which number do you want? Or should I just give you all three?”, you immediately cut to the chase. It had never been any different, so why would it be today? Especially when someone so sexy and pretty talked to you? Obviously he wanted someone from your much more handsome and well-trained friends.
Hawks was, however, rather surprised that THIS was your initial reaction to him talking to you. Though he could have not known how hard it would truly be to get to know you or get your number.
“Uhm… To be honest, your number alone would be quite sufficient.”, Keigo played it smooth. A handsome smile on his lips covered up his own nervousness – was he about to get rejected?
For a few seconds you stared at him, completely flabbergasted. Then you turned around and looked around… and looked around… and looked around some more until he finally asked, “Everything okay? You looking for an escape route?”
Keigo chuckled at the end, though he was not as calm as he pretended to be.
“No, I just…”, you then turned to him again, your brows furrowed, “… You can stop now, you know? Like, are you trying to prank me or…? Cameras anywhere? Like haha we got the fat guy. Look at him getting all flustered finally getting attention. Hahaha funny.”
At the end, you almost sounded a little angry, before you grabbed your drink and walked away from the bar. Saying Hawks was confused was an understatement. He just watched you for a moment as you walked away and squeezed into a lonely corner. God… How many people must have put you down for you to think he was pranking you?
“This is going to be more difficult than I thought.”
Running his hand through his hair, Kei had to calm down for a moment and reevaluate. Did you reject him because you genuinely weren’t interest or because you were self-conscious? Probably the latter. So… should he try again? Fuck yeah. As if he was going to give up so easily. He just needed you to know he really wasn’t pranking you, the rest… was up to Future-Keigo.
Clearing his throat and taking his drink, he then walked over to your corner. Standing in front of you he was so s m o l. It would probably feel great hugging you.
“Okay that was rough. Listen, I really don’t wanna prank you or anything. Just… get to know you… ya know?”, this time he genuinely smiled a little, hoping you wouldn’t just reject him again.
Raising one brow, you were still rather suspicious. AS IF someone like Keigo would want to get to know you. Something was not right, you could feel it in every fiber of your big, chubby body. Then again.. maybe the only thing that you felt was the insecurities that held you back from getting to know someone who might genuinely be interested in you.
So, you gave yourself a little push.
“Yeah… I guess… I’m not really used to…. You know, how about we just start over?”
Keigo thought he had finally cracked you, giving himself a mental high five for being persistent. Thus, with a small smile he nodded and reached out his hand.
“Sure, nice to meet you, I’m Takami Keigo.”
“I’m [Your.name], nice to meet you.”, you finally smiled a little as well. Oof, his heart just jumped. Why was he so smitten already? He literally just met you. Keigo definitely wanted to get to know you more.
“So, how about we go take a seat over there? I could do with another drink.”, he said while pointing in the direction of a free table.
For a moment, you hesitated, though after a few seconds, you nodded, “Yeah, sounds nice.”
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Without realizing it, hours went by as you and Hawks sometimes were the loudest ones laughing. Your friends just glancing over every so often, obviously jealous you had gotten the most handsome men of all of them today. But for the first time, you didn’t care what other’s thought as you and Kei just had … a connection.
Hence why, when he glanced down to his watch and sighed, you felt a little sad.
“I wish this night wouldn’t end. But I have a model job tomorrow and I only was a backup for someone so I didn’t even intend to have so much fun today. Time sure flies with you, [Your.name].”, he gave you one of his best smiles that made your throat dry and your knees weak.
“I… really enjoyed myself, too. Thank you. And sorry for acting like that in the beginning.”, you smiled apologetically and a little flustered. He found it very endearing.
“That’s fine, don’t worry about it. Well…”, he then looked at his phone and stood up, “It’s 2 a.m. definitely missed the last train. I’m gonna make a quick call for a taxi.”
“Hm.”, you nodded and watched for a second as he went outside where it was a little quieter to call.
Looking between Hawks and your friends who were still partying with Keigo’s friend group, you wondered if you should bring him home. You were the driver, but… how often had your friends disappeared with someone without telling you? How often did you leave a party all by yourself? It was time to be a little selfish today.
So, you hastily stood up and walked outside the bar, watching as Keigo typed on his phone, ready to call.
“Uhm, Takami-san?”, you interrupted him.
“Hm?”, he was a little surprised.
“If you want.. I can drive you home. I brought my own car since I was planning on leaving earlier too and I only drank one cocktail right in the beginning and the rest was alcohol free stuff so… if you want?”, your voice became a little smaller by the end, not knowing if you were too eager. Was this okay?
“Really? That’s not a problem?”
“No! Not at all.”, you reassured him.
“That’s great! I only live like 20 minutes away if we take the car. Ahhh, you’re a life saver, [Your.name]! Thank you.”, Keigo beamed.
And so, you hopped into your car, the only place big enough for you, at least that’s what it felt like since you invested in a nice big one. Keigo was quite cute how he sat there in the big seat, being so small.
The drive to Hawks’ home was also filled with chatter and laughter, once again reassuring you both that you definitely had some sort of connection. And since he had been attracted to you before, it only gave him more reasons that he wanted to meet you again. Man… this could be the first time a group date turned out successfully – for the both of you!
When you parked in front of his apartment complex, Takami didn’t even want to go yet. Wishing that time would just stop, he sat there for a few seconds before turning to you.
“Thank you, [Your.name].”
“No problem, really!”
“You know, if it wasn’t that late I would have invited you to a coffee or another drink or something but alas…”
“It’s quite late…”, you almost said a little… saddened?
“Hm… It is… I’ll call you!” Hawks then said with a little bit of a grin, since you had exchanged phone numbers before.
“O-Okay.”, you didn’t know why you stuttered, it was just… really new.
“Oh, but you can call me too, yeah? Don’t be shy. Well, anyways.”, he jumped out of the car, turned one last time to grin at you, his golden eyes sparkling a little, making you even more flustered.
“Have a safe drive home and have a good night, [Your.name]!”
“Ah, you too, Takami-san!”
Then, you just watched as he walked up to his apartment complex. You didn’t know what suddenly got into you when you opened the door and jumped out, calling for him.
“Takami-san?!”, it was literally two in the morning, his poor neighbors.
Though Hawks immediately turned his head.
“I… really, really enjoyed myself today. Just… thank you.”
Oh my God, you were so cute. Such a gentle giant teddy bear, that’s what you were. Without thinking about it, Keigo rushed back, catching you a little off guard when he walked around the car.
“You know, I might be a little drunk, but fucking God – I want to kiss you SO. BAD. right now.”, Kei said without hold back. His golden eyes gleaming in the dark and his cheeks flushed, you didn’t know if it was because of the alcohol or if he was blushing.
You, on the other hand, were very flustered, yet you barely whispered, “Maybe you should…”
Which only made Hawks giggle and raise his arms. An almost… seductive grin on his lips.
“Then you should help me out a little here, Handsome!”
Was he a bit drunk? Possibly. Was he overly flirtatious because he truly liked your personality and found you attractive and DEFINITELY wanted to meet you again?... Probably. But someone as straight-forward as Hawks was exactly who you needed because of your tendencies to overthink everything. Especially when it came to your weight and thus attractiveness. (Even though the one didn’t have anything to do with the other though not when it came to society.)
And so, you accommodated him by leaning down. Takami himself standing on his tiptoes, thus, after he had hoped all night long, his lips finally met yours. His small arms wrapped around your big, broad shoulders and your big hand was placed on his lower back. That’s what he had wanted. And it really happened. To say Keigo was quite euphoric was an understatement. He was ecstatic, overjoyed, jubilant and so much more – and that from a little kiss. He surely fell quick and hard. Something he had never experienced before.
After a few moments of pure delight, you were the first to pull back, just to watch Kei bite his lip in such a sexy way it took all of your control to not grab him and pin him onto your car’s hood.
“Thank you.”, he just whispered, still with that grin on his lips, “I really enjoyed myself, too.”
Then, he let go and you did as well, this time really just watching when he turned around and walked into the apartment complex with one last wave. So you got back into your car as well, the last minutes replaying in your head over and over again.
With your hand covering your face, you had to hide your stupid, big grin. If all of that was just a dream, you didn’t want to wake up. Someone found YOU attractive. You had deemed yourself the most unattractive, undatable guy and that only because society had always told you that. But he didn’t care. He liked your “undatable, unattractive” body just the way it was. And not only that, after a rough start, you got along so well. You loved his little laughs, his beautiful eyes and those soft lips-
“God I have never felt like that before, what the fuuuck??”, you mumbled to yourself, still in disbelief that night even happened.
But as you drove away, you heard a little noise that came from your phone and as you looked up, you quickly scanned the text before looking back onto the streets – a wide smirk spreading across your face.
The message read.
“txet me wehn yruoe home so i konw yuore hmoe safe!”
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⇻ salem.talks: let’s appreciate all shapes and sizes. being a short and rather stumpy man myself, ive been struggling a little with how i view myself ever since my relationship ended. ive been casually looking on apps but i think I am not ready for another relationship yet since my last one was rather messy. anyways. I know you shouldn’t rely on others to feel validated and loved but loving yourself is hard, bro so… yeah, its nice being desired for once, no? also this kinda makes me wanna write a part two but eh we’ll see!
part 2.
#salemswriting.#hawks#takami keigo#hawks x male reader#bnha x male reader#hawks x reader#chubby male reader#bnha x reader#bnha
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just perfect || jjk
⤑ series: cherry pickers
⤑ pairing: gamer(fuckboi)!jungkook x video vixen(virgin)!reader
⤑ genre: barely any angst... smut!!
⤑ rating: explicit
⤑ word count: 7.1K // unedited.
⤑ warnings: cursing, slight dirty talk, mentions of blue balls, oral sex (f. receiving), multiple orgasms, (mutual) masturbation, grinding/dry humping, quiet voyeurism/exhibitionism, overstimulation, handjob, fingering, jungkook is a lot whiner than you’d think, nipple play, spitting, penetrative sex, yn being a quiet dom, riding... yoongi nd hobi run in a museum.
⤑ A/N: this is out a lot later than i wanted ., but a bitch got sad nd didn’t feel like writing :/ - we good now tho . thank you for being so patient w meee .i hope you guys like this one lowkey a big one so let me know what you think x
MAY 16TH, 2020 | 15:56
From the moment the two of you stepped onto the shooting set, it was pretty obvious to Jungkook that you were a big deal around here. He was used to putting you on a pedestal and treating you like a princess, but the fact that the other models, the majority of the staff, and the photographer treated you the same way was a bit mind-blowing for him.
Before you're even shedding your jacket, a short woman dressed in all black is rushing over with a robe in one hand and your swimsuit in the other. Ushering you in the direction of where to get changed, all while placing a chilled sparkling water in your hand. Complete with a straw. He follows behind, only half listening as the concept is explained in great detail to you. Following you to the gigantic dressing room, just for you.
A large couch is pressed against one wall, facing a dramatic vanity with an equally dramatic cushion bench. Jungkook is plopping down onto the large couch as you're lowering yourself onto the bench, hair being pinned back by two stylists who are quick to start on your makeup.
Simple chatter flows between the three of you and Jungkook finds himself admiring you with an unwavering smile on his face. You're so pretty. Always so pretty and sweet too. He likes the way you speak to the ladies as if they're old friends, laughing along with them with the prettiest smile on your lips. He's sure he could sit here and watch you forever.
Positive of it when the ladies are finishing with a final brush of your neatly straightened hair. They're waving goodbye as you stand, shimmying out of the tight jeans that you had arrived in. Carelessly tossing them onto the couch beside him before reaching for the hem of your shirt. Getting undressed right in front of his greedy eyes, he's not even ashamed for the way he leans forward on his knees to get a better look.
Forcing a gasp down when you reach back, flicking the clasp of your bra loose. It takes everything in him not to reach forward and take hold of one of your heavy breasts while wrapping his lips around the other. The sounds you made that first time still imprinted in his head. You sounded so pretty underneath him.
“What do you think? Should we get something to eat after this or...?” You speak so casually as if you're not putting on an unexpected right in front of your sexually frustrated boyfriend.
Sexually frustrated might be a stretch, honestly. The two of you found ways to enjoy each other without actually doing the do... but there were times where he hoped, silently of course, that you'd just say fuck it. Sober minded as him to fuck you because he'd deliver no doubt. He'd be more than happy to do it. “Yeah, I could eat.”
He sounds distracted and he is. Rightfully so, because you've just discarded the tiny pair of panties to pull on an equally small bikini bottom. Giving him a pretty good look at your ass and the way it jiggled with each tug of fabric.
“Great. I'll get us something. You're not going to be bored, right?” Arm wrapped around your chest to shield your breasts from him, you toss the bikini top around in your other hand, attempting to untangle the stringy garment.
Jungkook can't even focus enough to answer you properly. He's more concerned with the growing bulge between his legs and whether or not you can tell how turned on he is right now. You do notice, but it's way much more fun to see the uncomfortable shift of his hips, the hesitant tug at the end of his shirt, and the dust of pink in his cheeks than indulging him right now.
Taking your time to secure the bikini top on to your body, you don't pull your gaze from him. And you love the tiny pout that appears on his face once your tits are disappearing from his view. You make a big show of leaning over to reach for the robe you strategically set behind him, chest in his face.
He's letting out a laugh, hands reaching out to find your waist. They're cool against your warm skin, paired with the smile you can easily feel your body heating up. He's looking at you through hooded eyes, almost as if he could devour you at any moment. “You're messing with me, huh?” Gently tugging you onto his lap, hands sliding down the sides of your body and onto your bare thighs.
You're used to being seated on his lap. It's your favorite place to be, honestly. But, with the lack of layers between the two of you, there's nothing to shield you from the very prominent bulge pushing against his pants. Pressed firmly against your core, just one calculated shift of your hips and he'd be nudging against your clit.
And with that shit-eating grin on his face, it's obvious he knows it. Definitely not one to give up control so easily, you're the first one to shift. Eyes fluttering from the drag of his length against your slit, having to force back a moan as your hands tangle themselves in his soft hair. Shooting a well-practiced look of innocence in his direction, you let a soft smile push on to your features.
“Of course not. Why would I mess with you?” He's rolling his eyes instantly, sitting up to press his forehead against yours. Lips stretched into a teasing smile, hands secured tight on your thighs. Easily using his grip to hold your body against his. “Are you sure about that?”
His voice is so deep and unbelievably sensual, you have to physically stop yourself from ripping his pants off and riding him in this dressing room. With a giggle and a shrug, you're hopping off of his lap. Leaning down to press a quick kiss to his lips, “Guess you'll never know,” You say, turning to the perfectly timed knock at the door, calling you on to set.
Jungkook is letting out a huff, used to the blue-ball feeling at this point. He doesn't say anything as he stands from his spot, following you out of the room and on to set where they want you. Watching quietly as you're told to pose. Not being able to tear his eyes from you and how good you look in that way too small bikini.
He has always been a huge fan of your confidence. Loved the way you were always so sure of yourself. Loved how you walked, how you talked, how you acted as the entire world belonged to you. It would if he had any say in it. That had to be the first thing he found himself attracted to when he first spoke to you. How confident you were even just speaking to some stranger online.
Conversations seemed to flow with you because you never second-guessed yourself, you never hesitated. You were you all of the time and he loved that. He felt like he didn't have to guess anymore, although it took some time to figure you out, now that he knew you he felt like he actually knew you. He loved that.
The way that he got to know you, the pace that you set for your own reasons really forced him to take his time with you. Not like it was a bad thing. It wasn't bad at all. Because he wasn't in such a rush to kiss you, feel you, fuck you. He was able to enjoy the experience of knowing you. Learning you. Falling in love with you.
All before sleeping with you.
Literal chills run down his spine when your gaze meets his. Laid flat on your back with the photographer over you, finger snapping pictures insistently. You've got this real sexy look in your eyes, gaze trained on his. Shooting a kiss in his direction and he feels his cheeks darken at the act.
Unsure when exactly he became so easy, but here he was an absolute blushing mess all because his pretty girlfriend decided to blow him a kiss.
He finds himself sitting at the edge of the seat. Waited with bated breath for the moment you'll look at him again, granting him any ounce of attention to make his heart flutter. And instantly perking up when you're allowed a break. Grinning wide when you're making your way over to him, your long robe draped over your shoulders.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” Taking your rightful place on his lap without a second of hesitation. Fingers curling in the hair at the nape of his neck and forehead leaning down to bump against his.
Jungkook allows his fingers to creep beneath your robe, landing directly on your ass. Gently using his grip to pull you closer to him. “You look really good,” He's hard again and it's all your fault. Desperate for some type of attention, he can't help the way his hips lift toward you.
You ignore the movement. “Thank you.” Nails scraping against his scalp gently, knowing how much he likes when you have your fingers in his hair. “I saw the way you were looking at me. Kinda makes me wonder what we'd do if we didn't have an audience,” Words barely above a whisper, but he's hearing you loud and clear.
Every syllable going straight to his cock. He can't even think of what to say, mind reeling of all the possible things the two of you could be doing if you were alone. He wanted to taste you. Has been craving it since the first time he had you upon his face. And fuck, you always looked so good with his cock in your mouth. Jungkook loved to see how determined you were to swallow him down.
Or he could fuck you... on one of these plush circle sofas. Stretch you out and make you whine for him. Tell him how good he's making you feel. For the first time. Have you call out his name while you cum, squirming underneath him.
“You're thinking about it, aren't you?” Voice so sweet by his ear, lips grazing over the shell of it. He's on the verge of losing it while you're just enjoying yourself teasing him. Dark eyes find yours, clouded with lust and a type of need that you've never seen before. Without a word, he's nodding his head, teeth cutting into his lower lip.
A grin pushes onto your features, hand reaching up to push the hair in front of his face back. “Should we go straight home after this, then?” The pounding of your heart only picks up, knowing exactly what you're about to hint at. Yet, you've never been more sure of anything in your life.
You wanted Jungkook. You've always wanted him, but no more than ever. In ways that you never really cared to explore before him and now it's like if you don't do something about it, you'd surely explode. You wanted him to be your first. No need for the dramatics or specialties, it was simple.
Jungkook was the one you wanted to fuck for the first time. “I can't stop thinking about how good it'll feel to feel you... you know?” Brow raised with your hand between your legs, resting flat against the no doubt painful bulge in his pants. His eyes are all but popping out of his head. “Do you want to?”
He knows what you mean. The look in your eye giving way to the fact that you're speaking more than what you've been doing all along. You wanted to do more and you were sure of it. You're not nervous or hesitant, so sure of yourself like you've always been. You wouldn't have said anything if you weren't.
“Y-yeah. I want to.”
MAY 16TH, 2020 | 17:03
Jimin was never a fan of museums. Not once did he think 'Oh, let's go check out this old painting that a bunch of dudes hung on a wall!'. He didn't care for them and didn't understand the hype at all. Would never be caught dead in one... unless his friend's relationship was at stake and an annoying boy with a pretty smile was dragging him into some elaborate ploy to get them together.
Only in that situation would Jimin pull out his beret and tweed jacket and drive the whole hour to the aging building. Hoseok in the front seat, chatting the entire way about how excited he was to check this place out but couldn't because of... circumstances.
He really said it like that, as if the two of them weren't more than aware of what the 'circumstances' were. That was the thing about Hobi, he liked to act like nothing was happening when literally everything was happening right in front of him. Brushed the entire argument off with Yoongi as if it was some fever dream and acted confused whenever someone asked him about it.
So wrapped up in not being seen as weak for caring, he just chose not to care. No matter how many times his friends assured them they didn't care what he did with his romantic lives... because it was literally not their business... he still kept up with the act. Which was why Jimin couldn't be so sure this plan would work.
Who's to say Hoseok wouldn't just act like he's bumping into a stranger and then turn the other way? That would do way more harm than good, hurting Yoongi way more than he needed right now. Especially since this was the first time he's gone out other than the studio in days.
Despite his worries, Jimin still goes along with the plan. Taehyung seemed sure of it, which had to mean that he knew something that he didn't. It would be fine. There was no way they could be put in a worse situation than they are now. Right?
The moment the two of them are entering the building, Hoseok is taking off in the direction of a piece he's excited to see. Jimin spends the entire time following close behind him, secretly texting Taehyung for the proper time that they can 'accidentally' cross paths. It had to be as natural as possible to keep from the two of them knowing that they've been set up.
A squinted glance across the room followed by the most believable 'Hey, isn't that...' and then absentmindedly leaving them alone so they can work out the problems that they have. It was a good plan. It was going to work. He just had to continue repeating it for it to be true, everything was going to go over just fine. Just perfect.
An hour... or six, according to Jimin pass before the long-awaited text is lighting up his phone. A one-worded message letting Jimin know where to head next. His newfound enthusiasm earns an eye raise from Hoseok, but nevertheless, he allows himself to be pulled in the direction of the next exhibit.
They're just halfway there before Jimin is stopping in his tracks, letting out a slightly forced gasp as his eyes widen. “Oh! Isn't that Taehyung... and Yoongi over there?” Hoseok's head snaps in the direction his friend is pointing, heart rate skyrocketing at the mere mention of the man's name.
Across the way, Taehyung is seen doing the exact same thing. Complete with a dramatic hand over his mouth and even wider eyes. Yoongi is not buying it, standing frozen with this scowl on his face as Hoseok and Jimin make their way over to where they're standing.
Oddly, Hobi doesn't seem reluctant to approach him. This was stupid, the avoiding each other, not talking when clearly they had a lot to talk about. While this would be his preferred method to handle things, he hated it when it came to Yoongi. All he wanted was to be close to him again and if that meant looking weak in front of his friends then so be it. He missed him.
He's prepared to say all of that, lay it all out for him, and try to work on mending things so they could get back to where they left off. The closer he gets though, the tighter Yoongi's throat gets. It feels like he's swallowed cotton balls and the sensation makes his eyes water. Heart pounding in his chest, getting louder with each step taken in his direction.
Until it's all too much to handle. Too scared to hear what Hoseok might have to say. Yoongi was out of line, he was the one in the wrong so there's no telling how upset Hoseok might be with him. He couldn't handle that. So, once he's close enough to speak Yoongi is taking off in the other direction. Running away and leaving the three men to stand there confused.
“Yoongi, wait!” Hoseok is calling after him, legs moving without giving him much of a say. Chasing after him like he should've done that night. Instead of walking away, he should've stayed. Made sure that he was okay, tried to make things better. He had been too negligent in their relationship, ignored a lot of the things that bothered him. And this was where they ended up.
He had no intention of doing that now.
Hoseok chases him until his feet ache and then a few feet after that. Catching him outside just a few blocks away from the museum. He can't help the laugh that falls from his lips when Yoongi is stopping to catch his breath, taking careful steps in his direction. “Yoongi, please stop running. I just want to talk to you.”
Too tired to keep up with the chase even if he wanted to, Yoongi is standing. This awful sad look on his face that he tries to mask with a frown, arms crossed over his chest. “I have nothing to say to you.”
Stubborn was fine. Hobi had no problem with dealing with stubbornness. At least he was talking to him. And in this case, he didn't need him to say anything. “That's okay. I have a lot to say to you. Starting with, I'm sorry.” He's moving closer to him, carefully. Not wanting to overstep and set him running again.
“I should've been more considerate of your feelings, Yoongi. You told me you didn't want to keep us a secret and I didn't listen. I'm sorry for making you feel like I wasn't proud of being with you because I am. I love being with you. I just... I didn't think it was that big of a deal? And I didn't want everyone in our business, but I was selfish and should've paid more attention to you.”
He's had a lot of time to think of what he has done and how he could make things better between the both of them. Had practiced his apology a dozen times in the mirror and then a dozen more. The real problem was working up the courage to take the first step. So seeing him here, whether or not it was a real coincidence, there was no better timing than now.
Somewhere within his apology, Yoongi seems to soften. Arms dropping to his side as he listens to what is being said to him. This whole thing, the base of their fight really could've been resolved easily. There's no doubt about that. But when pride and egos get invoked everything becomes a huge mess. But seeing Hoseok in an almost vulnerable state was new, it was nice in a weird way.
But Hobi wasn't the only one in the wrong. Yoongi knew that. “I'm sorry too...I shouldn't have tried to make you jealous. I knew how you felt and I ignored that because it wasn't what I wanted. I could've been more considerate too, it wasn't just you.” A huge smile is breaking on to Hoseok's face, taking the last few steps to close the space between them. He's landing a large hand on the side of Yoongi's neck, thumb stroking against his skin.
“Can we get back together? I don't like not being with you.” His lower lip is jutting out in the cutest little pout, Yoongi can't help but smile at him. Eyes rolling playfully as he nods his head, accepting the eager kiss that's placed on his lips.
Strong arms wrapping around his body and pulling him close. Kissing him in the middle of the street, for everyone to see.
MAY 16TH, 2020 | 21:11
Jungkook kisses you hungrily, hands roaming around your body with purpose. That being, getting you undressed as quickly as possible. You're giving him the same treatment, teeth and tongue clashing as you fumble with the buckle of his belt. Barely entering his house before his mouth was pressed against yours, not parting for more than a second since then.
He's lifting your body onto his with ease, carrying you up the stairs and into the bedroom. The shirt that he had been wearing was left in the doorway along with your jeans and jacket. Setting you down on the bed, he takes a moment to admire you. Lipstick smudged and eyes sparkling. Your hair fanned around your head against the pillow. The rise and fall of your chest, the longer he looks at you the harder it gets to believe that you're his.
Leaning down, his face finds the crook of your neck. Hands spread your legs apart so he's able to fit between them nicely. Sucking a trail of wet kisses down the length of your neck, he's so hard pressed against you. Harder than you've ever felt him before and you're sure it comes with the anticipation of what's to come.
His fingers are tangled in your hair holding your head steady as he leaves marks against your neck. He's being cautious, careful despite his desires. Not wanting to push you too far or do too much too soon, but all you wanted was him. And you didn't want to go slow. Had done more than enough pussyfooting to last you a lifetime, you just wanted him now.
Plain and simple.
Hands work to unfasten the button on his jeans, tugging them down with motion straying far from being fluid. He laughs at your struggle, pulling back into a kneel. His large hand coming down to replace yours, watching you through a hooded gaze while dragging them down the rest of the way. It had been pretty obvious how hard he was through the fabric of his jeans, but even more so through the thin layering of briefs.
Jungkook was big, that much you already knew. Impressive even when soft and you've never seen him this hard before. Was it all going to fit inside of you? Had trouble taking just two fingers of his and he was much thicker than that. The thought of trying, though, having him stretch you out has a familiar warmth pooling between your legs. A determination settling in your chest. You wanted to be able to take him. Need to.
He's reaching for the hem of your shirt, mumbling something out about fairness. And with a quick lift, your shirt is being tossed somewhere behind him. Large hands cup your breasts, body moving to settle back between your legs. Thumb experimentally rubbing against your nipple through the thin lace and it's not enough.
It seems he has the ability to read your mind with the quickness of the way he reaches behind you, fingering at the clasps of your bra. Moving it out of the way until your breasts are resting freely on your chest. The soft moan that falls from his lips has your walls clenching around nothing. An even louder moan emitting from the back of your throat as his lips wrap around the hardened bud.
“Jungkook,” You gasp. Teeth sinking into your skin while his fingers work the other side into a peak.
He has been embarrassingly hard this entire day and the sweet moans that leave your glossed lips do nothing but add to that. Absentmindedly his hips rut against yours, thick cock brushing against your wet core, covered by the flimsy material of his panties. It almost hurt how bad he wanted you. Mind reeling with different ways he could take you, but he was so anxious about fucking it up he seemed to be playing it safe.
And you could tell. Even the usually frantic thrusts of his hips were calculated, just barely missing your clit and not nearly as hard as normal. His mouth is releasing from around your nipple to leave a trail of wet kisses down your body, tongue painting wet streaks against your skin. But you're stopping him before he can fit his head between your legs.
“Wait. I-I want to feel you... I want to make you feel good first,” Just as much as this was something big for you, you wanted it to be the same for him. It was not only your first time ever, it was also his first time with you. It should be fun for him too, right?
His eyes are widening as if you just suggested something as bizarre as nude bungee jumping, but the sound of your giggle has his body relaxing almost instantly. He watches as you sit up, arms wrapped around his neck. Kissing him fervently, hands knotting in the soft curls of his hair.
Warm tongue parting his lips, coaxing him into a kiss that can only be described as sloppy. Teeth grazing against his lower lip while your hand palms him through his briefs, his lips fall from yours to let out a low groan. Head dropping to watch the way your hand moves against him. “Fuck,” He sighs out almost in disbelief.
Soft curses fall from his lips as your grip tightens around him, more pressure applied to the movements of your palm. He's moving his hips along with your hand, eyes fluttering and head bowed. Trying so hard to watch the way your fingers squeeze around him, but it's too hard to concentrate on anything but how good you were making him feel.
“You're so big, Kookie. What do you want me to do?” Voice laced with seduction, it's hot enough to make his cock twitch. If you kept on like that, it won't be long before he's blowing his load. Before even taking his boxers off, how embarrassing.
He doesn't need to think, because he knows what he wants. Has thought about it on more than one occasion and wanted to try his chances tonight. “I... touch yourself. I want to see you touch yourself,” There's obvious strain in his voice, trying to create a coherent sentence through breathy moans.
His request catches you off guard, so sure that he'd ask you to suck him off or something that would be beneficial to him. But you don't protest, the thought of him watching you do something supposedly private egging you on. It was hot, him wanting to watch you. And it was no secret how inclined you were to giving Jungkook exactly what he wanted.
You're laying on your back once again, thumbs hooking into the waistband of your panties. Making a big show of taking them off, loving the way his eyes follow the material down your legs before he's dragging his gaze up to your bare pussy. Glistening with arousal all pink and pretty.
“Like this?” Middle finger tapping against your clit, body tensing at the contact. Jungkook kneels beside you, breath caught in his throat. Not daring to look away as your finger lightly moves over your clit. “Harder,” He whines, realizing you're teasing him with how gentle you're being.
Giggling softly, you apply more pressure, rubbing perfect figure eights into the little bundle of nerves. His lower lip caught between his teeth, brows furrowed and eyes focused. He looks so hot, gently stroking himself. Cautious in his movements so he's not pushing himself too far too soon.
He watches with bated breath as your hand slips lower between your legs, finger teasing your entrance with your eyes trained on his. Your jaw falls slack as soon as the digit pushes past your walls, eyes fluttering as a soft whimper of his name leaves your lips. “Holy shit.” He groans, picking up the pace of his hand as you do the same.
Not sure if it's the fact that he's watching you or the sight of him getting himself off to the sight of you, but you're speeding toward the edge quicker than you expect. Finger curling up into yourself, just barely grazing the rough patch of skin deep within. The heel of your palm nudging against your clit with a timed accuracy. Back arching as your whines grow louder.
“Fuck. Are you gonna cum?” Wildly in tune with your body, you can't even think to deny it. “Touch me,” You plead and he doesn't need to be told twice. Springing forward and landing his fingers on your clit, rolling it around underneath his touch. Your free hand lifts to wrap around his length, wrists twisting rhythmically. You feel the stutter of his fingers from the effects of your touch.
All at once, the pressure built in your belly is snapping. Walls clenching around your fingers as your legs shake, eyes blurring as your orgasm washes over you. Jungkook's fingers are quick to replace yours the moment you're pulling out. Pushing deep inside of you and teasing your gspot. Just barely come down and you're already being thrust into a second orgasm, hands flying to grip his forearms.
“Jungkook, fuck. Please, please...” No idea what you're begging for, but the last thing you want is for this feeling to stop. He watches the way your hips move, fucking yourself on his fingers while your arousal leaks out your tight hole. Fists gripping the sheets as you squirm.
He doesn't pull back until your body is relaxing against the mattress, chest heaving up and down as you try to catch your breath. His fingers are wet with your juices, shining in the dull light of the bedroom. Quick to push them past his lips, moaning at the sweet taste of you coating his tongue.
Through hooded eyes, you watch the way his tongue moves between his fingers. Lapping up every last drop of you. As if he had just finished a five-course meal.
“You taste so good, baby.” He's mumbling out, a shy smile pushing onto his lips realizing that you've been watching him. Lowering himself between your legs, wet fingers pushing your hair out of your face. “Are you good to continue?” He smells like you and tastes like you when you lean up to kiss him.
You'd be crazy to say no, knowing how badly he wanted you. How badly you wanted him. The quick nod of your head is all he needs to cover your lips with his one last time, before lowering his body until his face is just inches from your throbbing clit. “Could spend all day down here,” He laughs out, soft lips pressing a wet kiss against your clit.
He doesn't need you to walk you through it, has paid you enough attention to know what you like. Diving it without an ounce of hesitance, tongue lapping against your wet hole. The tip of his nose pressed firmly against your clit, bumping against it so deliciously it has to be on purpose. He's got a tight grip on your thighs, keeping your legs spread wide for him.
Whiny moans vibrate against your pussy as he sucks your folds into his mouth, hand reaching for your clit. Pressing against it more deliberately, rolling it between his fingers as he works his tongue into your tight whole. Moving like a man starved, his groans are just as loud as your moans. Fingers gripping his hair to keep his head in place, hips lifting to meet the swirls of his tongue.
So wrapped in how good he's making you feel, you almost miss the steady rut of his hips. Shamelessly grinding his throbbing cock against the bedsheets. As if he's buried deep inside of you. With his tongue flat against your clit, he's pushing two fingers past your walls. Curling them deep inside of you. And you're seeing stars, back arching off the bed as a loud cry of his name falls from your lips.
Your entire body is on fire, legs shaking while your arousal flows out of you. His fingers continue to move at a steady pace, tongue flicking slowly against your clit until your loud moans are turning into desperate whines. Lips, chin, and nose shiny with your arousal, and all he does is smile. This big toothy grin that makes your heart flutter.
Just about delirious from coming three times in a row... and he hasn't even fucked you yet. God, you wanted him to fuck you. And you could tell he was holding back from doing just that, precum leaking from the tip of his cock staining the sheets. He wanted you too. But he was stalling.
His fingers move between your legs again, teasing your slit as he leans his head back down between your legs. Ready to make you cum with his mouth again. Your cunt throbs with overstimulation, positive that you wouldn't be able to take much more and you wanted to feel him before you were out for the count.
“F-fuck me, Jungkook. Please, I'm ready.” Fingers at his bangs, pushing them back so you can get a good look at his face. The way his movements stutter to a stop, eyes widening just slightly.
But he nods, kneeling back on his knees. Raking his own fingers through his hair, desperately trying to calm the nervous tick in his heart. You were so perfect. Laying beneath him, ready for him to fuck you. And there was nothing else he wanted to do, but he couldn't help but feel a bit of anxiety over it.
It was your first time after all. What if he fucked it up? Ruined it for you and then every single time you thought back to this moment you were filled with nothing but distaste. He just wanted to be perfect for you. And with the way you were looking at him, he felt like he could be. Felt like you thought he might be.
That was something, right?
“O-okay. Uhm...let me get a condom,” Clearing his throat awkwardly, he's cursing himself a million times for not sounding as confident as he should. With a huff, he's leaning over to reach for the bedside table, fishing through the drawer until his fingers are meeting the tiny foil packet.
He puts it on away from you, not wanting you to see him fumble with it due to the nervous shake of his fingers. Once it's secure in place he's moving back between your legs, nearly choking at the sultry look on your face. Long legs wrapping around his hips to pull him closer.
And he feels like he can't breathe.
With his chest pressed against yours, you can feel the hammer of his heart almost perfectly. That paired with the flushed look on your face is enough to make you pull back, getting a better look at his face. “Are you alright? Your heart's beating so fast.”
“Yeah, I'm just nervous. Fuck and I don't even know why...” He's laughing at himself with a shake of his head. It was you. He shouldn't be nervous around you. Always felt so comfortable, so sure when he was with you.
But this was big. This was your first time and he felt like he had to be different for some reason. Better? Yet, little did he know he was exactly the way that you wanted. Just being himself. “Do you want to stop?”
He's shaking his head quickly, eyes widening as he reaches back to tighten your legs around his waist. “No! No. I want to feel you... you look so good,” The last part of his sentence comes out as a whine, his hips lifting to meet yours. The action alone pulling a soft moan from your lips. Almost knocking your train of thought from your head.
“If you're nervous...”
Jungkook is quick to cut you off with a kiss, fingers moving between your legs. Middle finger tapping against your clit before he's drawing circles over it. “Shh, shh... I'm fine.” His words are murmured against your lips, tongue jutting out to swipe over your lower lip. And with the insistent push of his cock against your thigh, you're convinced.
“Okay.” He's smiling, leaning back to take hold of himself. Large palm wrapping around his length, lining himself up with your slick entrance. Breathing out heavily before he's lifting his gaze to meet yours. “You ready?”
Legs spreading in response, you're quick to nod your head. Hands braced on either side of his torso, body laid flat on the mattress. “Mhm.”
Extremely cautious with the way he pushes past your walls, allowing you to feel every inch of him as you stretch for him. It's foreign and a little uncomfortable, he's taking his time, being careful not to hurt you. Stopping halfway to give you a chance to catch your breath, thumb rubbing circles against your clit as an attempt to soothe you.
It brings a bit of the pleasure back, but your eyes remained squeezed shut, blunt nails pressed into his skin. With his head bowed, he's allowing a glob of saliva fall from his lips and onto your pussy, treating it like a lube as he pushes the last few inches inside of you.
You can tell he's holding back, cheeks burned red, and brows furrowed. He's got a tight grip on the sheets above your head, the thick vein at the side of his neck throbbing. Slowly, he's dragging his hips back, pushing back in roughly.
“Fuck, Jungkook.” You gasp, surprised by the pleasure that mixes with the painful stretch. He repeats the action a few more times until he's feeling you loosen around him. But you're still squeezing him so tight. “You're so fucking tight, baby.” He whines, desperate to go faster, harder. Be greedy.
He's pulling back until his mushroom head is catching against your hole, pushing forward with a loud whine. “I'm gonna cum. Fuck, you feel so good.” You're opening up nicely for him now, his cock slipping past your walls with ease and it's too good to bare. For both of you.
Much different from your fingers or his. And you're not ready for it to end yet. “Not yet.” You groan, fingers holding his hips steady you lift up to take control of the pace. Moving a lot slower, giving him the chance to collect himself. “Hold it, Kookie. Be good for me,”
Your words flip something deep inside him, turning on the compliance inside of him. He wanted to be good for you. Of course, he did, he always did. But hearing you say it just made him desire it more. But at the same time, he was right there. It would be hard to hold back, no matter how much he wanted to.
“I-I can't... Yn, baby.” Soft whines hit the shell of your ear, the grip he holds on your hips tightening, trying to get you to move faster. His face buried in the crook of your neck, sucking sloppy kisses into your skin. All while rutting against you urgently, clutching on to every bit of self-control he has not to finish until your say so.
And you can't help but enjoy it. Having him come apart for you like this. Fingers moving quickly over your clit, whining each time your walls clench around him. It's not long before the pressure is building in your stomach once again, your moans growing high pitched as his frantic thrusts become stuttered.
His head lifts, lips covering yours. His breathy moans dying on your tongue, growing as he feels the beginning effects of you cumming around him. With the flutter of your walls and the shake of your legs around him, he can't hold back anymore. “I'm...” He tries to warn you but is a second too late, already feeling the condom expanding inside of you.
Pretty moans fall from his lips as he cums, fingers continuing their movement between your legs through it all. He cums long and loudly, untimed thrusts hitting against your hips. Your fingers toy with his hair until he's calming down, placing soft kisses against the inches of skin you can reach.
He finishes with a curse, arms giving out and body collapsing onto yours. He's breathing heavily against you, vision blurry and sweat sticking your skin together. But you have no desire to move, enjoying the hammer of his heart against your chest. It matches yours.
It takes him a few moments to come to his senses, pulling out slowly when he does. You feel every inch of him on the way out, a soft moan following. He's quiet with discarded the used condom, cheeks flaming red paired with a dopey smile on his lips.
“What?” You laugh after the third time catching him staring, looking away with blushed cheeks. A soft chuckle falls from his lips, shoulders shrugging as he reaches for you. Gently tugging you into his embrace. “Nothing. I just... liked that?” His cheeks darken, eyes lifting to inspect the ceiling.
Insane how he quickly he could turn into this cute guy afraid of eye contact just seconds after begging you to let him cum. “Me too.” The tips of his fingers mindlessly trace the indents his abs make on his stomach. “It was perfect,” A large smile splits your lips, nodding your head at your own words.
Perfect was the best way to describe it. And it had everything to do with the fact that it was with him, save for anything else that occurred. It was perfect because it was Jungkook. Your head bobs in another affirmative nod, hand lifting to touch his cheek, turning his head down to you.
Kissing him sweetly for a moment, waking the butterflies in the pit of your stomach. A welcome feeling that comes each and every time his lips are on you. As if it were the first time. Everything felt like the first time when it was with Jungkook. “Yeah,” The grin grows on your lips, arms wrapping around his body and head finding his shoulder.
There's not a single thing you'd change about him. About you. About the two of you together. It was exactly what you wanted.
“Just perfect,”
— known for your body and surrounded by rumors about your sex life… rumors that he doesn’t think to doubt. until he’s meeting you… forced to realize there’s much more to you then the thonged shorts and lacy costumes.
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