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#AND ON THE FIRST DAY OF PRIDE MONTH!!!!!!!
iwendix · 2 days
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DO ME A FAVOR,
GIVE ME A TASTE
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𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: not proofreaded(there's probably misspellings and mistakes but rn I'm too tired to do anything about them😭). smut with just a little bit of a plot. a lot bit of manipulation. fingering, pussy licking, breasts play, teasing, dom!harin, sub!reader, praise kink, praise receiving!reader, good girl!reader, unnie!harin, strap using. reader innocent and harin loves to have control over such a gentle flower, it feels comforting for her.
𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀: you always had been in A, but a few months ago this changed, and now on every vote you're a B. were you a perfectionist or did you just want more power and status? who knows. but one thing is clear: you want to become A again and harin can help you with this, and very opportunely, you notice harin’s constant glances at yourself.
you always get the same rank from the very first day that harin started the pyramid game, you never doubted what rank you would get, it was always obvious A. let's say, being the heiress of a rich family was a kind of guarantee of success in voting for you. your carefree life continued for a long time, but suddenly, during the 13th game when you opened the app you saw your name in column B. that's when your eyes widened and fists clenched in annoyance and kinda discomfort. harin, sitting nearby, saw your reaction and the corner of her lips slightly moved up, of course, you didn’t notice that cuz you were too busy with your first “failure” in game. B this is not at all bad for others and you thought the same until today, until for some reason you felt very strong discomfort from such a voting result. yes, it hurts your pride very deeply. you racked your brains for a long time trying to understand why suddenly everything changed so much and you couldn’t return to A. though, the answer was much closer than you could have imagined. knowing that you would be desperate to get the desired result, harin decided to take advantage of this. it was easy to get some people in the class not to vote for you so that you don't get higher than class B. you weren’t stupid, at least not stupid enough to don't understand that the solution to your problem — baek harin, and she’s clearly interested in you, judging by her gaze that linger on you for a little longer than it should.
well, the realization that apparently you're a little more stupid than you initially thought came precisely when you came to harin for "help" in getting back into A rank in game and offered a service in return. expecting harin to ask in return some help with homework or something like that. just how wrong you were...
"a favor in return, you say? I would like to have a taste." harin said as her eyes lingered on your face for a couple of moments before moving a little lower to your chest. her hand gently touches your belly through your shirt, smoothly moves and rises along your silk covered body to your tie. with one confident and decisive move she tugged the tie a little, pulling you towards herself forcing a quiet gasp out of you.
you find yourself in harin’s house, that same day after school she invited you, talking about how the house is empty today and is at their disposal because her parents are on a business trip for work. your unnie’s room was spacious, very simple, but cozy and luxurious. in the dimly light the king-size bed was covered with soft, silky bed linen.
you're on the bed, harin is sitting right behind you, your shirt is already unbuttoned and open enough to give access to your bra and breasts that were almost spilling out of lingerie. first you feel the gentle touch of harin's fingers on your ribs, and then her fingers easily crawl under the lace fabric, prying up the hooks of your bra and unfastening it. she touches your already bare breasts, massaging them and then plays with your nipples, pinching and squeezing them, enjoying the soft moan you let out.
"harin-ah...."
she pinched your nipples a little more now making you moan louder and unintentionally back away a little, causing you to feel her chest pressing to your back.
"yes? what is it, hm? do you want to ask unnie for something?" one of her hands continues to play with your breasts not stopping her relentless assault on your nipples and her second hand goes down to your hip bone, squeezing it a little. she leans closer causing a goosebumps to run through your body from how nice and pleasant her warm breath feels on the back of your neck. "do you want me to touch you more, princess?"
when harin squeezes your thigh bone and plays with your breasts, you feel something unfamiliar but almost painfully pleasant and uncomfortable at the same time. it's like a knot is tightening in your lower abdomen and you feel the heat between your legs as well as the wetness starts to seep through your panties.
"yes. i want you to touch me... please. i feel the heat spreading trough my body..." you mutter trying not to sound too inexperienced and eager but failing immediately.
harin changes position a little, lowering your back onto the bed and your head resting on the pillows. the girl sits next to you, lifts your skirt and pulls down your panties, revealing your wet folds to her gaze. harin humms in delight and lightly licks her own lips. harin's fingers lowered to your pussy, collect moisture and smear it over your entrance. just a moment and one of her fingers pushes inside, moving a little.
"oh god, you're so tight... such a perfect girl for me." soon two of her fingers are pushing into your wet cunt, she spreads her fingers and twists them inside, stretching you and making your legs tremble. your moans are so cute, they only arousing harin more, a wet spot soon appears on her own panties too.
"Harin-ah!..." you yelping when she enters you with a third finger and it becomes difficult for you to stay still. a new layer of fun added harin’s tongue that moves circles around your clit, teasing the bundle of nerves. her tongues licks your folds all over, while her fingers pounding into you and now her lips wrap around your clit, starting to suck on it. you arch your back and your whimpers become much more urgent, your voice trembling.
"Unnie... please... I can't... oh my god... I'm gonna... I'm-"
with a wet pop, her fingers leave your pussy, which for a few more seconds tightened around the air trying to return contact. suddenly her tongue probs inside, she alternates between tongue fucking you and sucking your already swollen clit, making slurping sounds, drinking in your juices until you cum undone on her tongue. harin raises her head, and her fingers come to your clit, massaging it and slightly prolonging your orgasm. your eyes met and pleased smirk tugged her lips, seeing how your cheeks have turned red, and beads of sweat appeared on your forehead.
"you're such a good girl, princess. though, we're not done yet. i want to try something else on you." harin's hand reaches to the bedside table from where she takes out a medium-sized strap. she quickly and easily attaches the strap to her hips and positioned herself about you.
"oh, maybe we won't?... I mean, maybe we’ll try another time..." you sound a little nervous and worrying clearly etched on your face.
harin sighs, and pat's your head gently. she speaks, her voice calming and gentle but still gives the feeling of her being in control of the situation. "you don't want to? mm, princess, we can try... It's up to you, hon, but we could try and stop if you want. if you try for me, you'll make me very happy. you want unnie to be happy, right?" her last words, of course, kinda manipulative, but still you can't help but nod a little just unable to say no. harin smirks and raised your legs, bending them at the knees and she positioned the tip of the strap near your pussy still glistening with cum. she takes your hand in her own, gently stroking it and comforting you like that. when you look distracted enough she pushes all the way inside with just one thrust. you whimper in slight pain and squeeze her hand, your breathe catches in your throat. harin doesn’t move her hips for a few seconds, let you get used to the feeling of fullness and stretchiness.
"good girl... see, it wasn't that hard, right? I'm happy with you, princess. I'm so proud of you. such a gentle little flower... but still taking me so good." harin at first began to move her hips smoothly, later picking up speed, thrusting faster and harder. she pulled away and then slamms all the way back inside, hitting the sweet spot inside you. her thrusts were a little irregular but so good... she makes you moan, whimper and beg for more. in the end of the day you're becoming a breathless, blushing mess all hot and bothered, stretche and wet, just lying on the bed, your head on her chest while she plays with your hair
"by the way... as i said before, I'll help you return to A rank, princess."
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makeitmingi · 5 hours
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Our Shared Melody
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Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy
Pairing: Hongjoong x Reader (y/n)
Characters: Wife!Reader, IdolHusband!Hongjoong, Idol!Ateez
Summary: Ever since you got together with Hongjoong and married him, he never hid you. Despite being an idol, he took pride in showing you off and showered you with love. But now, you're both taking the next big step in your relationship and of course, he wants ATINY to be a part of it too.
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9 months ago...
The light streaming in through the small gap in the curtains woke Hongjoong up. He frowned slightly, annoyed to be woken up. Before he could even open his eyes, he reached his hand out, only to touch the cold mattress.
"Huh?" He lifted his head up, poking one eye open to make sure he wasn't dreaming. But he wasn't, your side of the bed was empty, pillow made up and sheets cold to indicate you left early.
"Babyyyy~" He groaned out to you, hoping you could hear him. Sometimes, if you woke up first, you would cook and clean.
"(y/n)?" He called you again but there was still no reply.
Hongjoong finally sat up, taking his phone to check the time. It was nearing 11, you both weren't morning people so you wouldn't be up and about. And today, you and Hongjoong were off work.
'The number you have dialled is currently unavailable. Please try again later. Thank you.'
Now, Hongjoong was worried. He frowned and chewed on his bottom lip, sending you a text to ask for your whereabouts.
You were never, not contactable, especially on your off days. It was a safety paranoia thing that Hongjoong had when he went public with your relationship. Now, you were not answering his calls and messages on the day you were supposed to just stay in bed with each other. He was worried.
"Seonghwa. Seonghwa!" Hongjoong knocked on the dorm door. Your shared apartment with him was upstairs so he could easily go downstairs to the other members' dorms.
"Tch, the other two are sleeping. What's all the noise about?" Seonghwa opened the door, clicking his tongue.
"(y/n)'s missing." Hongjoong said. Seonghwa frowned, letting Hongjoong's words sink in.
"What do you mean by 'missing'?" Seonghwa yawned as he stepped aside to let the captain in. He had just woken up and was obviously not understanding the gravity of the situation.
"She wasn't there when I woke up. Our plans today was to stay in bed. She's not answering her phone too." Hongjoong informed.
"Okay, don't freak out. I'm pretty sure she's just busy or can't hear her phone." Seonghwa said, sitting on the couch.
"No, Hwa. Ever since we've started dating and got married, she knows how I worry about her safety, especially when she's out on her own. She would at least leave a note or text, something!" Hongjoong paced up and down.
"Something is wrong, I know it. I feel it." He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. From all the noise, San and Mingi woke up, coming out to see what was going on.
"San, you're one of her favourites. You try to call (y/n). She's missing." Seonghwa said.
"MISSING?!" San's eyes widened as he fully woke up at Seonghwa's words. He ran to his room to get his phone.
"Ignoring what you said about San being her favourite. Yes, one of you try to contact her and see if she answers." Hongjoong instructed. San nodded and tried to call you.
"Voicemail..." He frowned and tried to send you a text.
"You know, hyung. Maybe she's just out and busy, can't come to the phone." Mingi voiced out.
"No, Hongjoong says he feels like something is wrong and he's barely wrong when it comes to these feelings. Ah, don't you have that couple tracking thing for emergencies? If her phone is active, you can see where she is." Seonghwa turned to Hongjoong. Hongjoong's eyes lit up at the reminder.
"You're right." Hongjoong took his phone out to check. Luckily, your phone was still active. Although, when the ping showed where your location is, Hongjoong's eyes widened and his body froze.
"Where is she?" San asked.
"T-The hospital..." He went pale as a sheet. They wasted no time, Hongjoong borrowed San's coat and a pair of outing pants.
"I'll go with you." Seonghwa said. Hongjoong nodded and they went downstairs, taking one of the group's vans and driving to the hospital where you were.
"I-I think that's her." Hongjoong pointed, seeing your back, slumped on one of the benches under a tree.
"Wait. Hongjoong ah, I know you're worried and possibly angry but try to keep your cool until we find out what actually happened, okay?" Seonghwa stood in Hongjoong's way, hands on his shoulders.
"Okay." Hongjoong nodded. He walked over to you with Seonghwa trailing a little behind him. As he stood before you, you looked up and jumped with a gasp. You have never looked so afraid of him before and it was evident you have been crying.
"Hongjoong..." Your words came out a whisper.
"W-What are you doing here?" You asked him, eyes trailing over to Seonghwa behind him.
"Baby... I should be asking you, what are you doing here? You scared me, you weren't there when I woke up and you weren't answering your phone. I thought something happened." He said.
"I... I'm sorry, Hongjoong." You burst out crying, burying your face in your hands. Hongjoong immediately gathered you in his arms.
"What's there to be sorry about? Hey, whatever it is, we'll get through it together." He comforted.
Now, you were really scaring him. He rubbed your back as you cried into his shoulder. Seonghwa felt sad too, he wanted to comfort you but he stayed back to give you two space.
"I..." You couldn't get your words out so you decided to show him instead. Your hands shook as you fumbled for something. Hongjoong gave you some distance and helped you undo the strings of the manila folder you had with you. Digging into the contents, you took out something and handed it to him.
You watched as Hongjoong momentarily took his hands away to hold and see the items. Seonghwa looked over his shoulder, a soft gasp escaping him. You studied Hongjoong's expression and reaction.
"You don't know what that is, do you?" Seonghwa asked. Hongjoong looked up at his friend, shaking his head slightly.
"I'm pregnant, Hongjoong." You revealed.
"Y-You're what?!"
"You're gonna be a dad, Hongjoong ah." Seonghwa chuckled, slapping his friend on the arm and pulling him in for a hug. Hongjoong's body flopped, still ridden with shock.
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6 months ago...
"Yeah, she thought I was going to be mad at her and leave her for getting pregnant! Am I that scary? You know what, don't answer that..." Hongjoong rolled his eyes.
"Honestly, I'm not that heartless. And I didn't even know what I was looking at when she showed me the scans. Seonghwa had to tell me what it was... Don't laugh at me! How was I supposed to know?" He argued, reading at ATINY's comments.
After the first trimester, you and Hongjoong decided to tell the fans the big news. Most of them have been supportive of you since the beginning so you wanted to share the happy news with them.
"(y/n)? She's just resting now. Morning sickness has not been kind to her." He smiled.
"The doctor said it should get a little better soon as we have passed the first trimester." He explained, leaning on his arm.
"Wish her all the best, ATINY, give her your strength." He fist pumped. It did hurt him seeing you suffer from the bad effects of the pregnancy and that he couldn't help.
"Do the boys know? Of course they know! They're very excited. They always want to see pictures after the check up." He chuckled.
"Wooyoung even tried to sneak into the check up appointment, saying he was the father." He scoffed.
"Yes, now I'll have 7 kids to take care of. But I have (y/n) and Seonghwa with me to help. Imagine being a kid growing up with all of them, I know it is just going to be loud and chaotic. But the boys... they'll shower the baby with so much love. I know ATINY will too." Hongjoong smiled softly.
"What's been the hardest?" Honjoong read.
"Hmm, besides the morning sickness... (y/n) has some weird cravings. I try to buy what I can but you know I can't cook..." He said.
"Wooyoung and Seonghwa have been doing some cooking for her weird combinations. We're grateful, all the boys help care for the baby like it's their own." He laughed.
"Oh! Another hard thing is the hormones. You know, she cried the other time cause I took a piece of her cutlet?" He scoffed.
"What? Now ATINY is scolding me..." All the ATINY were shaming him for stealing from a pregnant lady.
"No, that's not true! I'm not mean, I was just sharing, we always share food! And I didn't think she would CRY! There was a whole other place of cutlet... Yah, ATINY, aren't you being too biased now?" Hongjoong pouted in jealousy.
"Nickname for the baby?... I don't know, we don't officially have one yet. Mingi started calling the baby 'bun'. So everyone kind of calls the baby 'bun' now." Hongjoong sat up.
"No, not shortform of bunny. Bun... as in the bread... Mingi named my kid after his favourite bread..." He sighed.
"Yes, (y/n) agrees that it is cute too..." Hongjoong nodded reluctantly.
"Ah, can we please pick another nickname? I can say that ATINY picked it so no one can argue with me to change it." He threw his head back with a groan.
"Ooooh, you're all so creative." He leaned forward to scroll on some of the suggestions.
"I'll keep note of some of these suggestions. Little TINY? Baby TINY? That's cute." A fatherly smile appeared on his face.
Since the start of all this, you and Hongjoong have learnt to just ignore those haters and their hate comments, letting all the supportive and loving comments cover them up. It wasn't always easy but the both of you expected that.
"Oh, so actually, besides coming on here to talk to ATINY and update all of you on how baby TINY is doing, there's another reason. But it's a surprise." He informed.
"Okay, I won't keep you guys in suspense any longer. Come." Hongjoong took the phone and went out.
"Hi there~ I'm live with ATINY." He saw you moving around the living room, busying yourself with something. You looked up at him.
"Oh, hello. Hi, ATINY~" You waved to the camera, shifting slightly to hide behind Hongjoong.
"Why are you hiding?" Hongjoong chuckled. There were days whereby you just felt a little gross, especially after throwing up from morning sickness, you didn't want the fans to see you.
"There's no need to hide. See? ATINY says you look great. You're glowing, baby." He said to you. You shyly bowed your head.
"Did you tell them yet?" You asked. Hongjoong shook his head. All the comments flooded in, wondering what this surprise that Hongjoong mentioned was.
"No, it's not a gender reveal yet. That's going to be later, in a month or two. Ah, I can't reveal the surprise. What if the person we're surprising is watching the live too? That will ruin it. You'll just have to see ATINY." Hongjoong laughed. You never actually thought about that, nodding when you realised he was right.
"I'm sorry, ATINY. I do want to tell you so you can be in on it though..." You sighed.
"What? No! You can't tell them." Hongjoong moved the phone away, as if you were really going to tell the fans.
"This is my surprise. You can't ruin it for me." Hongjoong sulked. You rolled your eyes and patted his head, disappearing, presumable to retrieve some stuff.
The sound of the doorbell ringing filled the house. Hongjoong's eyes widened in excitement as he scrambled to put the phone down.
"I'll go answer the door." You chuckled.
"Can you still see? I need to hide the phone. It'll be obvious if he can see that we're recording." Hongjoong said to the fans, putting the phone on a shelf and using some items to block it.
"Hey, (y/n). How are you feeling?" Seonghwa appeared in the doorway with bags in his hands.
"I'm feeling a little better. Just tired... the usual morning sickness." You chuckled.
"Hongjoong told me you were craving this candy. He didn't say which flavour you liked so I got you all the flavours. The others will eat the ones you don't... want... What's going on with the both of you?" Seonghwa raised an eyebrow, seeing you stand with Hongjoong.
"Thank you, Seonghwa." You giggled. He nodded his head slowly, still confused at what was going on and why the both of you were acting so weird.
"We have a present for you, Seonghwa ah." Hongjoong said. Seonghwa pointed at himself.
"Here you go." Hongjoong handed the box over to him.
"Umm, okay. Thanks?" Seonghwa cast the both of you a suspicious look before sitting down on the couch to open the box. When he saw the contents, his jaw dropped.
"Me? Are you sure?" He looked up at the two of you.
"We both agree that there's no better person." You giggled. Seonghwa teared up and stood up to hug Hongjoong.
"ATINY has been watching this." You went over to grab the phone from the shelf where the fans were watching, showing them how the two oldest members were hugging each other and crying.
"So the surprise was that we asked Seonghwa to be the future godparent to our child." You showed ATINY the box. There was a picture of the most recent ultrasound, with a speech bubble that said 'will you be my godfather?' taped to it. And Hongjoong included some cute onesies and bibs inside.
"You'd think with my pregnancy hormones, I would be the one to cry first." You joked. Seonghwa broke away from Hongjoong and pulled you into a hug.
"Thank you, thank you so much. I'll protect him or her with my life." He promised.
"If anything were to happen to us, we know you and the others will take good care of our child." You smiled, patting his back.
"This baby will be the luckiest baby out there with an amazing father, godfather and all their uncles." You said to the camera Hongjoong was holding, putting your hands on your small bump.
"ATINY agrees. And also, we are now calling the baby, baby TINY." Hongjoong informed.
"That's cute. But Mingi might still continue to call him or her 'bun'." You pointed out, making Hongjoong roll his eyes.
"I still don't know how I feel about him naming my kid after his favourite food..." He facepalmed.
"It's cute! But right now, all I'm thinking about is how you're going to break it to the others that you chose Hwa as the godfather and not them. You just know a fight is going to break out so good luck with that, captain." You patted him on the shoulder.
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4 months ago...
You felt your heart racing with excitement as you were escorted backstage by one of ATEEZ's managers. You greeted everyone as you passed them.
Today, you went to find out the gender of your baby. You didn't tell Hongjoong for a few reasons.
He has a concert to rehearse and prepare for so you didn't want him to feel guilty for not accompanying you to the appointment.
You talked to the boys about surprising him at the concert with a gender reveal and they were onboard
"You can wait in here. There's a monitoring screen you can watch. Let me know if you need anything." The manager told you. You nodded with a grateful smile as he left. The others boys, knowing you were coming, made the room comfortable for you with fluffy pillows, snacks and drinks.
'Are you here? - Yunho'
'Yes, I am. Manager nim just brought me to the room all of you set up for me. Thank you so much. - (y/n)'
'You're welcome! If you need anything else, just tell us and we'll try to get it for you. What the lady captain and baby TINY wants, they shall get hehehe - Wooyoung'
'That's really sweet of you. Thank you. I'll see you all later. - (y/n)'
You watched the concert, sad that you only came midway because you were preparing for the surprise. But you were glad the fans on social media were giving you loads of updates and content.
Hongjoong looked good performing and in all his costumes, it was funny he didn't even know you were here.
The plan was right when Hongjoong announces they will be performing their last song, they will surprise him with a recording of you where you will reveal your baby's gender. Then you'll walk out and surprise him.
"They're on the second last song." The manager came back in to get you. You stood up and walked with him.
"Be careful." All the backstage crew made sure to remove wires and items that you could trip over. Holding onto the manager's hand, he led you to one of the wings.
"So, ATINY, unfortunately we will be performing our last song soon. I hope you've enjoyed yourselves tonight." Hongjoong said.
"Nooo!!!" All the fans jeered, not wanting the concert to be over.
"We don't want this to end too. But I promise we will do this again." He chuckled and all the other ATEEZ members nodded in agreement, waving to the fans.
"Without further ado-"
"Hi, Hongjoong." Hongjoong froze at the sound of your voice. He whipped around to see your video playing on the big screen.
"Wait, what's going on?" He looked at his members, who were just looking at the screen with smiles on their faces, meaning he was the only one that didn't know what was happening.
"Just listen, hyung." Yeosang spoke into his mic.
"I bet you're surprised, aren't you Hongjoong? Hello, ATINY. Sorry for interrupting the concert. I hope you have been having fun, I wish I was there to enjoy the concert as well. I know it must be sad that the concert is coming to an end soon but you know, ATEEZ will always come back to ATINY."
At your words, the fans all cheered and screamed loudly. Hongjoong smiled, he didn't know what was going on but was happy of how supportive you truly were.
"So today, I told our dear captain that I was just going for a regular check up to see how baby TINY was doing. Which, by the way, they're fine." You stood up, showing your small bump.
"But Hongjoong, what I didn't tell you was that I know the gender of our baby now..." You smiled.
"Wait, what?!" Hongjoong yelled into the mic.
"Yes, the other ATEEZ boys are in on it too. We planned this surprise together for you and for ATINY." You laughed. Hongjoong turned to his bandmates, who laughed too.
"You guys knew?" Hongjoong asked them in disbelief. The 7 of them nodded their heads.
"Alright, let's get to it. By the way, the ATEEZ boys don't know the gender before you, they're finding out together with you so don't be too mad! Wow, why am I feeling nervous now?" You rubbed your hands together nervously.
"Congratulations, Kim Hongjoong. You're going to have... a daughter!" You revealed.
Suddenly, there was fireworks everywhere and there were cheers everywhere. Hongjoong covered his face as he broke down crying. The other boys came to hug him.
"It's a girl!" Seonghwa yelled into his mic happily. Hongjoong was so busy crying he didn't notice Jongho getting you.
"Hello, ATINY." You said into Jongho's mic and waved.
"Baby?" Hongjoong looked up to see you walked over with Jongho. Hongjoong dropped everything and ran over to give you a big hug. He cried and showered you in kisses.
"So now you have 6 sons and 1 daughter to raise." You joked. The other boys came over to hug the both of you.
"Congratulations!"
"Yay! We're getting a sister!" San laughed. You wrapped your arm around Hongjoong, holding him as he continued to cry. One arm held you while his other hand rested on your bump. He continuously chanted 'thank you's in your ear. Even if he was happy with a son or daughter, you knew he wanted a daughter.
"Who else thinks the captain's daughter is going to have him wrapped around her tiny little finger?" Mingi asked the fans with his arm raised, who all shouted loudly.
"Let's hope she's as pretty as her mother." Wooyoung teased, making Hongjoong lift a leg to kick him.
"That's not very exemplary behaviour as a father, hyung." Yunho added on, wagging his finger at the captain in disapproval.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you." You whispered to Hongjoong.
"Mm-mm, don't apologise, baby. This surprise was even better, I can share it with ATINY and the others. It's more than anything I could have asked for. I'm over the moon, thank you." He kissed you.
"Awww." The boys cooed making you blush and hide your face in Hongjoong's chest.
"Thank you for all your well wishes, ATINY. I'm glad you could be a part of this journey with us and our baby TINY." Hongjoong said to the fans, straightening up and holding your hand. You reached over to cup his cheek to wipe his remaining tears.
"You're going to be a great dad, hyung." Yeosang said. The fans erupted in cheers of agreement.
"Question is whether Seonghwa hyung is a godmother or godfather?" Jongho asked, making the others erupt in laughter while Seonghwa sighed and shook his head.
"He can be both." You smiled.
"That means if Hongjoong continues to steal food from me, he'll be stealing from his precious daughter." You laughed.
"Yah, hyung! Shame on you! How can you steal food from your pregnant wife?! She needs to eat for 2, you know?" Wooyoung crossed his arms, shaking his head in disapproval.
"Jung Wooyoung, you-" The fans all laughed as Hongjoong chased after Wooyoung.
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Today...
"I hate that I'm leaving you." Hongjoong leaned his forehead against yours, squeezing your hand in his.
"Hey, hey. I'm fine, Joong. And we don't know how long she's gonna take, your baby girl could take the whole day. Go perform for ATINY, I'll be fine." You smiled, hand coming up to lightly caress his cheek. Hongjoong didn't make an effort to move, he just didn't want to leave you at all.
Right now, you were starting your labour. You were 2 weeks early and Hongjoong was freaking out while you were cool as a cucumber. But now, Hongjoong had a concert to perform in.
"Maybe I shouldn't go, ATINY will understand." He chewed on his bottom lip. You held his chin.
"No, you are performing at that concert. Your team needs you."
"You need me, the baby needs me. I should be here, supporting you through this." Hongjoong pouted. You softened, what would you do without him? He was the best partner ever.
"I do and I'm grateful for that but I won't let you miss this concert. It's your last concert before you take parental leave so enjoy it." You giggled.
Without you knowing, Hongjoong spoke to KQ about taking some time off to help you care for the baby. He'll still promote, just not as actively. When he told you this, you cried for 2 hours from how touched you were.
"She'll still be here when you come back." You promised. Hongjoong's mother, who was also there and watching this exchange, nodded.
"Don't worry, Hongjoong ah. She's in good hands, I'll keep you updated the whole time." Mrs Kim patted Hongjoong on the shoulders. You nodded in agreement.
"I love you. I love you so much. If you need me, just say the word. I'll drop everything and come." Hongjoong said softly.
"Okay. I love you too. Have fun." You wrapped your arms around him.
"Mmm, you got this, baby. You can do this." He kissed the top of your head, letting his lips linger there for a bit. Reluctantly, Hongjoong had to force himself out of there.
"Let's go, hyung." He said to his manager, who was waiting for him. Even in the van, Hongjoong was texting you.
"Hey, captain! You're here. How's she?" Mingi asked when he saw Hongjoong walk in with the manager. Hearing Mingi, the other boys all turned to the flustered and obviously stressed out captain. Before he could reply to Mingi's question, he was ushered to the tech team to get his microphone.
"I'm freaking out, guys. She's not due for another 2 weeks. I just hate that I'm not there with her but she made me leave and come here." He said to the 7 boys.
"You know (y/n) better than any of us. She'll pull through, she can do it." Seonghwa reached over to pat Hongjoong's thigh.
"But which father misses out his first child's birth for a concert?" He groaned.
"Don't think about that. You're here, ATINY is glad you're here. It'll be okay." San comforted the captain. Seeing how stressed he was, the other boys knew to take it easy with Hongjoong today.
"Let's start the concert briefing before going for the first soundcheck." The stage director came.
Hongjoong tried his best to focus on the rehearsal for the concert, not wanting to burden the rest of the team by being distracted. But he was still worried about you. When he had breaks, he would call or text you.
"We're having our meal now." Hongjoong said, propping the phone up so he could eat and talk to you. You couldn't eat since you felt sick but you didn't want to show Hongjoong.
"That's good." You smiled. The other boys poked their heads into the screen and waved at you.
"All the best, (y/n)." Yunho fist pumped.
"Thank you, everyone. Break a leg for the concert. I've been scrolling on ATINY twitter and it looks so exciting." You said, chewing on your ice chips.
"Wish you were here!" Jongho said.
"Well, I would be if I wasn't pushing a bowling ball out of me." You joked. The other boys winced at the imagery.
"Hey, that's my goddaughter you're talking about." Seonghwa said, making you apologise. However, the call was cut short when the gynaecologist came in and you hung up without a goodbye.
There wasn't much time left for Hongjoong to be distracted because the concert was starting. He put all his focus on his stages, his solo guitar performance, his MATZ performance with Seonghwa and the little acting sequences. After all, he was someone that liked to give it his all, leave the stage with no regrets.
"Have you been having fun?" Yeosang asked ATINY, who cheered loudly. The boys panted, trying to catch their breath.
"Wow, the choreography for that dance always makes us out of breath." San laughed, handing out the water bottles and towels to all the members.
"Hope you've been enjoying the performance, ATINY~" Yunho waved to the fans.
"What about our captain? Any words?" Seonghwa turned to Hongjoong. All the fans screamed for him.
"ATINY... Actually... as we're on stage, (y/n)'s in labour right now. But she insisted I come perform tonight instead of stay by her side... Ah, why am I crying already?" He said to the fans.
"Don't cry! Don't cry! Don't cry!" The other boys and the fans started to chant.
"The labour is earlier than we expected so please, ATINY, pray for her and our baby, that she'll be safe and everything will be alright. She's doing this on her own while I am here. But I'll go to her the moment the concert is over." Hongjoong announced.
"I just want them to be okay!" He wished out loud, making all the fans cheer with encouragement. Seonghwa used a towel to wipe his tears for him.
After the performance was over, Hongjoong was the first to run off stage. He had been away from you for too long. Ripping off his mic, he grabbed his phone from his manager and ran.
"Bring my bag back to the dorm for me!" He yelled to the other manager as he left to the van.
"Good luck! Let us know how they are!" The 7 boys yelled to their captain.
"Omma? How is she?" Hongjoong, still in his sparkly stage outfit, make up and done up hair, ran over to his mother. He didn't care that he was stared at while entering the hospital.
"There was a minor complication but the doctor managed to stop it. Both mother and baby are fine." Mrs Kim informed.
"Congrats, little bro. You're a father now." Bumjoong hugged Hongjoong.
"Go see her, she's resting. She's been through a lot and needs you now." Mr Kim patted Hongjoong on the shoulder. He didn't need to be told twice. Hongjoong quietly entered the room, seeing you sleep. He removed his jacket and went to your side, holding your hand. You were absolutely exhausted.
"Joong?" You whispered, opening your eyes slightly when you felt the side of the bed dip down.
"Yes, baby... I'm here. I'm here now." His fingers brushed the hair away from your face. You quickly wrapped your arms around him, softly sobbing in his embrace.
"It was hurting so bad and there was so much blood. I was so scared..." You cried. Hongjoong's heart broke, hearing your cries.
"I'm sorry I wasn't here, it must have been so scary on your own. I'm sorry." He rubbed your back, tears in his own eyes.
"But you did it, baby. Our little girl is born and healthy. It's all thanks to you, you did it. Thank you, baby. I love you so much." Hongjoong kissed your forehead.
"I love you too." You replied.
"We heard the father is here so we brought her in." The nurse came in, wheeling the little infant bed with her.
"Go on. Your daughter needs to see how handsome her dad is." You encouraged with a soft smile. Hongjoong broke away from you and slowly approached the plastic bed. He gasped as his eyes fell on the bundled baby in the middle.
To say his daughter was perfect would be an understatement, but Hongjoong knew she was perfect. She had a mix of both your best features and his. He knew she would grow up breaking hearts.
"Hi there. I'm Hongjoong. No, wait- I mean, I'm dad." He whispered, introducing himself to the baby. You laughed, taking your phone out to video this.
"You're so squirmy." He chuckled, seeing his daughter huff and squirm in the way she was bundled.
"I'll be back in a bit." The nurse smiled. After she left, Hongjoong's parents came into the room. But all a sudden, a cry erupted.
"W-What do I do?! Help me!" Hongjoong panicked, putting a hand on the baby to try and hush her. He even tried to lightly pat her chest to soothe her but it wasn't working.
"Carry your daughter!" Mrs Kim said in frustration. You burst out laughing, seeing Hongjoong genuinely frightened.
"How?" He whimpered.
"Wash your hands first." Bumjoong said. Hongjoong ran to the sink to wash his hands thoroughly. He sat in the armchair right by your bed as his mother gently picked up the crying baby and put her in his arms. She adjusted his hands and arms so that the baby was properly supported.
"Don't be so awkward, Joong. Relax, it's your kid." You laughed, still video recording him, noticing how stiff he was.
"I'm glad you're entertained by this, baby." Hongjoong rolled his eyes. But then he tried to relax, going into a more loose hold and letting the baby settle in his arms properly.
"See? She stopped crying when she saw her dad." Mr Kim chuckled. Hongjoong smiled softly.
"Already a daddy's girl, hmm? What an angel, you're so beautiful like your mother." He looked at his child, who stared back at him.
"So, how terrified are you?" You asked.
"Very. She's already got me wrapped around her finger, imagine when the other 7 come. She'll be the end of them." Hongjoong laughed, not taking his eyes off his daughter.
"My little melody." He whispered.
"Melody... that's a nice name or nickname. Where did you come up with that?" You asked.
"A few months ago, when I was on live with ATINY, trying to find a new nickname to give her. Back then, we didn't know if the kid was going to be a girl or boy. But when I saw the suggestion of 'melody', I immediately fell in love with it." He explained.
"We don't have to name her that. But it'll be a cute nickname for her." He added, smiling down at his daughter.
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Future...
"Clear the way! My goddaughter needs to meet her godfather!" Seonghwa pushed his way into the house.
"Hyung!" The other boys groaned, if Seonghwa was always going to use his title to get priority, that would be annoying. Seeing you make your way over, San was quick to help you.
"How are you?" He asked, guiding you to the couch..
"I'm fine, recovering well. Thank you, San." You smiled gratefully, making him smile back.
You stayed in the hospital for a little longer than usual because of the slight complications on your end. Even after you were cleared to go home, Hongjoong didn't have anyone over to visit the baby. He wanted you to heal physically and mentally from the birth before you had anyone over.
"Congratulations~" Seonghwa pulled you into a hug.
"Thank you. Your goddaughter is really cute, by the way. Beware, she already got Hongjoong smiling like a fool for her." You chuckled as you patted his back.
"I'll gladly be a fool for her then. Where is she?" Seonghwa asked, pulling away so the other boys could hug you.
"Hongjoong's changing her. They'll be out in a second." You informed as Mingi wrapped his limbs around you to koala hug you.
"We should wash our hands." Jongho said. All the boys broke apart to the kitchen or guest bathroom to wash their hands. They've been here so many times that they know where everything was.
"ATEEZ meet Kim (y/d/n)." Hongjoong smiled as he came out with the baby bundled in a blanket.
"Aww... She's perfect." The boys melted. Wooyoung had to hold Yunho so he couldn't scream. Hongjoong sat on the couch between them with your daughter cradled in his arms. They all leaned over to look at the tiny human being.
"Wait, I'm not ready. No, yes I am! No, wait. I-" Seonghwa was struggling so Hongjoong just placed the baby in his arms, making Seonghwa stop to support her body.
"Uh, hi there... I'm Seonghwa. I already love you and want to buy you the world." Seonghwa said, practically in a trance.
"Seonghwa! Please don't." You exclaimed.
"Get in line. I'm buying her the world first." Hongjoong childishly scoffed, making you slap his shoulder. The boys took turns to carry her, if they were comfortable to, of course.
"I'm still going to call you, bun. No matter what your dad says." Mingi cooed. Hongjoong rolled his eyes.
"This reminds me of when Kyungmin was born." Wooyoung whispered excitedly as the baby stared back up at him.
"Wait, kids. What's all this?" Hongjoong asked. You looked over the couch, now noticing the big stack of boxes and paper bags that were sitting in the hallway.
"Just some things from all of us and people at the company... This is nothing compared to the world I'll buy you, isn't that right cutie?" Seonghwa said, cooing to the baby in Yunho's arms. Your jaw dropped, this was not 'some' things. Yeosang and Jongho helped bring everything over.
"Guys, thank you for all this. But it's too much." You chuckled, looking through the presents.
"There's never enough for the kiddo." Yunho smiled.
"Sooooooo, when's the next one gonna be? I need to know how much time I have to prove myself worthy of a godparent." Wooyoung said, making you choke.
"Not for a while. I'm going to need to get over this birth." You shook your head. Wooyoung pouted, resting his chin on your shoulder.
"We're going to need to babyproof Hongjoong hyung's studio." Yeosang pointed out.
"Yes, we should get to it." Seonghwa nodded in agreement. Hongjoong just stared at the boys as they made plans to revamp HIS studio. But he couldn't say much, it was for his daughter after all.
You sat with Hongjoong, your arms around each other as you leaned on him. Looking at how the boys all fawned over your daughter, you just knew she was going to grow up with all the love in the world, following the footsteps of her chaotic ATEEZ family.
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hotdsworld · 3 days
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“Talk”
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Simon Ghost Riley x Prisoner!F!Reader
A/n: here we go. Credits for dividers to @cafekitsune
Word count: 1,5k
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Summary: you were annoying Ghost for too long now
Warnings: 18+!, noncon/dubcon, body betrayal(?), unprotected, p in v, voyeurism, pervert Soap, mentions of creampie degradation
DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT
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You were their prisoner after fucking around with them for months, somehow always managing to escape. Ghost had enough of you, you were just an annoying bitch thinking that she's above the law. He wanted to knock you down a peg and now that they have captured you he had a chance. Ghost sat in front of you, crossing his arms on his chest.
“Are you going to stare at me like an idiot?” You didn't hesitate to insult him. You hated him and the whole 141 Task Force. They were morons, easy to play with, easy to escape from. You couldn't believe you miscalculated two days ago. Fucking Simon Riley, you knew he wasn't going give up on chasing you, you just didn't know that he would succeed.
“Are you going to talk?” He ignored your question completely, he wasn't letting you get to him.
“You asked about this yesterday and the day before. We both know I'm not going to say a word,” you chuckled mockingly. Simon had enough of you.
“You want to act like a cunt? Then I will treat you like one,” he yanked you up by your hair, pushing you roughly against the table. You struggled, trying to kick him since you had handcuffs and your hands couldn't do much.
“What are you doing?” It was something you did not expect. Simon was usually composed, sitting back… not anymore. 
“Are you going to talk?” Simon gave you one last chance, but you didn't budge. You weren't going to talk about your plans and who was your boss.
“Never,” you looked back into his eyes, trying to show that you were not intimidated. Simon grabbed his knife, cutting through your blouse and bra. He pulled them down, enjoying the sight of your breasts. As much as he hated you, his cock hardened. You struggled, trying to kick him or get off of the table. Simon shook his head.
“Stop struggling, I might accidentally cut you,” he hissed. It wouldn't be accidental.  
“Let go of me, you bastard! I'm going to stab you with this knife!” Your threats fell on deaf ears. Simon cut your pants and panties, leaving you bare and vulnerable. Your body was perfect… your personality not so much.
“Will you talk? No? Then no,” he growled, getting rid of all the remains of your clothes. You felt vulnerable and helpless, you wanted him to stop but you were too prideful. 
“You aren't serious,” you whispered. Simon chuckled upon seeing the fear in your eyes. It was the first time in your life… being scared. Simon took off his gear and shirt, and your eyes widened. He wasn't very muscular but he had muscles…
“I am deadly serious. If you aren't going to give me the information, I'm going to fuck it out of you,” Ghost didn't bother taking his pants off, he just unzipped them pulling them down just enough to free his hard cock. Your lips parted a little, he was thick, and it actually surprised you.
“You are sick,” you hissed. “Not better than me no matter what you think. You aren't better than me, you aren't above me.”
“I am right now,” Simon chuckled, rubbing his cock between your wet folds. “Even your body knows it. Your dripping cunt knows who is in control, whore,” Simon hissed, squeezing your breasts not so gently. 
“Get off, Ghost. I'm going to seek revenge. I will get free and slaughter your task force,” you hissed, panicking, trying to get away. You were desperate, you didn't want this. Your body was betraying you, not getting what your mind wanted… or rather, what it didn't want. 
“Very last chance. Will you tell me or do I how to fuck it out of you, slut?” You remained silent, even though everything in you was screaming to just tell him and be free… you were too prideful, it was your downfall. Ghost nodded, understanding that you were going to stay silent. He spread your legs wider despite your attempts to fight him. You whined as he pushed his cock inside of you, your eyes shut tight. It was painful and strange, your eyes teared up a little. His cock was forcing himself inside, stretching you out… it felt like he was going to tear you apart with his cock. Simon groaned, you were a bitch but your pussy felt like heaven, wrapped tightly around his cock. “I won't stop until you tell me,” Simon warns, setting a punishing pace, pressing you to the table even more. You were weak, too weak to fight against him… helpless. And the worst part… after a while the pain was turning into pleasure. You bit your bottom lip, not wanting any moans to escape. Your body was betraying you and you couldn't do anything to stop it. “Come on, let out those moans slut. I want to hear how good my thick cock is making you feel…”
Soap was bored, there was nothing too crazy going on. He was sitting watching the cameras as if he wanted to find something interesting… and he did.
You couldn't help yourself, moaning as Ghost’s cock bullied your pussy. Simon didn't care about being gentle, slapping your thighs and stomach. You weren't supposed to enjoy it… but you did. Your moans loud as if you didn't have shame, but you should be ashamed.
“You thought you’re so smart, didn't you?” He pushed his fingers deeper into your mouth, his cock bullying your pussy. You could barely think, head empty. “Little slut, so easy to catch… so easy to fuck. You are just a dumb toy for men like me… just me.” He leaned down. “To use and abuse. You’re mine and I will make sure that slutty cunt remembers the shape of my cock. I will make you remember me. I will fuck you every single day in this cell. I will make you addicted to my cock,” Ghost whispered into your ear. He tilted his head back, chuckling. “Do you think someone's watching the cameras now? Do you think someone can see how much of a whore you are?” Ghost groans. Soap’s lips parted a little, it was like Simon fucking Riley perfectly knew what he was doing. Soap’s hand pumping his cock even faster, going up and down his shaft. All wet from his own saliva. His hips involuntarily bucking forward, trying to fuck his own fist. His eyes glued to the screens, enjoying the sight of your perfect body… your body getting destroyed by Ghost. It was driving Johnny crazy. He knew how fucked up and perverted he was, but was it just him? Simon fucked a fucking criminal… he was just touching himself. There's a difference, isn't there?
“I don't care,” you mewl, driving both of them crazy. Simon was pleased with how much of a whore you were and Johnny was just aroused after hearing your pretty voice. Your pussy began to clench around his cock, tension building up in your stomach. You were getting painfully close and you had no way of stopping it.
“You want to cum, whore? You want to cum on your capturer’s dick? What a pathetic slut” Simon mocks, slapping your thigh roughly, making you jump a little.
“Yes, yes, please…” You whimpered, wanting… no, needing to cum. Soap moaned, staring at Simon’s cock pushing in and out of your pussy, destroying it completely. Soap wished it was him… 
“Give me the information,” Ghost demanded. As you didn't answer, he began to slow down. You couldn't let him take that away. It felt too good.
“No, no! Please,” you whined. Maybe you were pathetic, but you needed to cum. 
“Then tell me,” Simon kept slowing down. So you betrayed yourself, giving him the information he wanted. Soap whimpered as Simon began to fucking hard into you again, he was on the edge himself… he wanted to cum at the same time as you. You felt awful… “Fuck, you really do want to cum. Go on then, whore. Cum on my cock, show me how pathetic you are,” it took a few more thrusts for your walls to spasm around his cock. You actually squirted, surprising both yourself and Simon. Soap could see clearly your juices coating Ghost’s balls and thighs, dripping on the floor. Johnny’s eyes rolled back as he cum into his own hand, imagining it to be your pussy… oh, how he wished to creampie you. “What a mess you made slut. Could have been expected from a whore like you,” Ghost kept slamming into you roughly, fucking you through your orgasm. Johnny watched fascinated, cleaning the mess he made. You whimpered something incoherent as Ghost pushed himself inside, his tip brushed against your cervix as he released with a grunt. Simon patted your thigh, pulling out immediately. “Good fucking slut,” he praises before pulling his pants back down. “Who knows? Maybe I will grant you the mercy of becoming a toy for 141 Task Force,” Simon hummed, putting his clothes back on. You hated them, but that thought did sound hot… you were leaning back on the table, breathing heavily. “I will come back later to escort you to the cell,” Simon left, not even giving you a look. Soap wasn't satisfied with just watching. He craved more… and he was going to get it.
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wintaerbaer · 21 hours
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things we don't say: part 6 (TEASER) (kth)
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banner credit: @itaeewon
summary: Three years after graduating college, everything seems to be falling into place for you: stable job, cozy apartment, and a long-term boyfriend with a ring box hidden in his desk drawer. But when a mutual friend makes a remark that your best friend of nearly two decades is clearly in love with you, you realize that life may not be as simple as it seems.
pairing: Taehyung x Reader (with some VERY brief Seokjin x Reader and Yoongi x Reader)
rating: 18+ (MINORS DNI)
genres: best friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, slooooow burn, angst, fluff
word count: 1.2k
teaser warnings: a very sad boy, references to sexual situations, brief mentions of child abuse, vomiting, someone has a wet dream, guilt, shame, a haircut
a/n: sincerest apologies that this series has gone so long without an update. i was struggling with some aggressive writer's block these past few months, but i think we're back in business! <3
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To say he falls into a state of depression may be an understatement.
He barely eats, barely sleeps, and while Taehyung has always considered you to be the center of his universe—his entire being oriented to you like a star—you’ve begun to haunt him in ways that you never have before. Reminders of you creeping into every minute of his days.
It’s passing your favorite ramen place on his way home from a photoshoot. Or finding a can of your favorite sparkling water buried in the back of his fridge. Or flipping past the cooking show you used to watch together or stumbling upon one of your sweatshirts in his closet or the fact that he still has that damn photo of you hanging up behind his desk.
You’re everywhere—your being so deeply ingrained into his life that he couldn’t erase you even if he wanted to.
And he certainly doesn’t want to erase you; he’s too selfish for that. Even now, even after he’s fucked up to catastrophic degrees by forcing his feelings on you, he still can’t bear to face you directly. Because he knows it would be the end of him for you to reject and abandon him too, even if he can’t blame you for it.
It keeps him up at night, thinking about what he could’ve done differently. How he somehow lost his handle on the control which he has always internally prided himself on (sans a drunken conversation with Namjoon last year where he spilled his guts as was met with a lack of surprise on his friend’s part). He’s always promised himself that he would never burden you, that his love for you was not your responsibility but something for him to manage on his own.
And yet, with you sitting so close on the hotel bed—looking absolutely beautiful in your simple PJs even after he spent the day with you all dressed up—his defenses had crumbled the second you pressed into his side and asked him the final question of your fateful game.
How could he not kiss you then? How could he not give you what you asked of him when he wouldn’t hesitate to lay down his very life if you required it?
But still, he spends hours each night staring at the white expanse of his ceiling wishing he had held back like he always did. Years spent training himself to resist the way his blood calls out for you reduced to naught the second he got his first taste of your lips. And now you likely hate him.
And as if it’s not enough for his brain to put him through this nightly torture, the guilt eating him alive, when he finally does manage to scrounge up a few hours of sleep, there’s the matter of the dreams.
He revisits the hotel room every night. Can taste you again, hear your moans, feel your mouth on him and your warm skin underneath his hands as his mind drags him back through every minute detail on a loop. It’s agony, having to both wrangle with the knowledge of how it felt to be with you as well as face his sins every time he closes his eyes. Realize just how badly he fucked up when he wakes to once again find the other half of his bed empty.
Because in spite of him spending years convincing himself that you were never meant to be, there’s still a small part of Taehyung’s subconscious that’s always carved out space for you in his life. It’s the part that stocks your favorite drinks in his fridge, keeps that photo of you pinned behind his computer, leaves a side of the bed open for you because he became so damn accustomed to sleeping next to you in high school.
He’d found that the bruises from his father didn’t hurt as much when you were sitting next to him making him laugh in your bedroom. That his brain would quiet enough from the terrors to allow him to sleep if you were there lying next to him. That he didn’t feel the dull pain, only the gentle touches of your fingers, as you carefully applied makeup onto the dark patches of skin before school.
It had been easy, then, to dedicate himself to providing you with the same support and care you had shown him in any way he could. To wish for your happiness above all else—his guardian angel through and through.
At least, that is, until he lost control in that hotel room.
One night, after a particularly vivid dream involving your body under his, he awakes to sheets that are soaked around his middle. He blanches at the evidence of his body’s desire for you even now, the horror at the audacity of his unconscious mind causing bile to churn and rise in his throat.
He bolts for the bathroom, barely making it there before he empties the contents of his stomach into the toilet. His body shakes as he retches above the porcelain, guilt rattling his bones until he can hardly keep himself upright.
When the waves of nausea stop, when he can finally pull himself up to lean his elbows against the sink, he stares hard at the mirror and man he sees there.
He looks haggard, dark splotches sitting under his eyes and hair hanging limp around his face and over his forehead. The pale skin of his cheeks and lips is surely due, in part, to the vomiting, but there’s no denying that he’s a shell of his former self. A ghost just going through the motions of a past life.
And it’s there, peering through the darkness at his own reflection, that Taehyung decides he hates himself.
He’s not sure if it’s the raw disgust or the unrelenting shame that has him reaching for the hair clippers, but as his sable tresses begin to fall in chunks over the bathroom counter and floor, Taehyung thinks he deserves this.
He deserves the torment of his dreams. That disturbing combination of his wildest fantasies and nightmares rolled into one.
He deserves to wake up alone. To be reminded of his transgressions at the break of each day.
And he deserves to lose you.
Hell, he never deserved to have you.
The silence that follows the buzz of the trimmer seems at odds with the roaring in his head. Still, he manages to scoop the mess of hair into the trash before dragging himself back to the tangle of his sheets.
He finds himself right back in that cursed hotel room.
When he shuffles into the living room the next morning, still fighting the lingering tastes of bile and your lips, Jungkook and Jimin are already awake at the kitchen bar drinking coffee. They freeze at the sight of him; the pastry that Jimin was halfway to putting in his mouth hits the ground with a thud as Jungkook lets out a low whistle and simply shakes his head.
“That bad, huh?”
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a/n: may or may not go back and revise this again for the final draft. in the meantime, a reminder that my ask box is always open! <3
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Hi ! I hope you are okay !
I hope you don't mind requesting again :)
I was wondering if I could make a Crosshair x reader request with the following prompts from your romance/fluff prompts list
2. what did I do to deserve you ?
35. I love you with all my heart
Have a good day/night ❤️
Hey there, Cora! Sorry it took me so long to get to this other request of yours! I hope it's to your liking 😊
***Slight spoilers for TBB s3 ep8, but nothing really people don't know about at this point***
"A Healer's Touch"
2. "What did I do to deserve you?"
35. "I love you with all my heart."
Pairing: Crosshair x fem reader
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All the years you'd lived on Pabu, you thought were the happiest you had ever been. You lived in an island paradise, surrounded by the most loving and accepting community you'd ever known and you had a job that you enjoyed most days. Everything felt just right and you thought you had it all.
Until one day, Clone Force 99, whom you had befriended, returned to the island with their long-lost brother...Crosshair.
You knew they had a brother who had sided with the Empire, but months ago, they'd tried to rescue him...which was when so many things went wrong for them. They failed in trying to find Crosshair, Tech had been lost and Omega had been captured. For the following months, Hunter and Wrecker; the only two left, had spent so much time away from Pabu, following multiple leads and scouring the galaxy for their siblings. It made you immensely happy when they returned with both Omega and Crosshair.
While all of the Clone brothers were handsome in your eyes, there was just something more alluring about Crosshair that caught your attention the first time you saw him. Maybe it was the intensity in his face or the way he stood tall with pride or maybe...it was the darkness and hidden sorrow you could see behind his eyes when his brothers introduced him to you. Even though you didn't know any specifics and despite his best efforts to hide it, you could tell that the Empire had utterly broken him.
In the months Hunter and Wrecker had been out back and forth so much, you'd started training with the local nurse and had become a rather talented nurse and healer yourself. When you'd learned Crosshair had some hand tremors that were starting to cause him slight pain, you offered to take a look at it for him. He'd been quite reluctant at first, but Omega insisted, to which he relented. While you initially couldn't determine the exact cause behind the tremors, the best you could do at the time was give him a balm that could at least help soothe the discomfort.
After that, everything changed.
He kept coming back for more of the ointment for his hand and to have you check it when it seemed things were getting worse, still a bit begrudgingly for a bit. At one point, you were examining his hand when it started shaking in the middle of it and you instinctively reached out and took it in your own, grasping it tightly. Just as you realized what you'd done and were about to let go and apologize, he curled his fingers around your hand in return and it was the first time you saw the hint of a smile from him...a smile that sent you falling head over heels for him in an instant.
Soon after, he started coming around just to see you instead of out of concern for his hand. His brothers would go on missions and leave him and Omega behind to keep them safe from the Empire and he would come to spend time with you instead of dying from boredom or after spending a good while training or being with Omega for a bit. He'd watch you work and make small talk when you weren't busy. You enjoyed his company and he seemed to enjoy yours, too. If ever his hand began shaking when you were together, you would hold his hand gently and it would calm him almost right away. You were grateful to know that you were helping him in more ways than just giving him something for the pain the tremors caused him. He seemed more at ease when he was with you physically and emotionally. You couldn't quite understand why, but it didn't matter. He chose willingly almost every day to see you. It felt as though there was an unspoken thing between you, but you were never sure if it was right to bring it up. Perhaps, one day, after he'd adjusted more.
You were a lost cause, though, because in all that time, you had fallen hopelessly and completely in love with him.
There was a day you were out walking around Pabu as the sun was beginning to set when you saw him down on the beach...meditating, to your surprise, but you couldn't help but smile. Then you decided you would go down and see him, so you made your way to the beach.
As you walked up behind him, he suddenly said without turning around, "I was hoping I'd see you today...but I didn't expect it to be here."
You were about to ask how he knew you were there, but...it was Crosshair. He just somehow knew these things. It was like he had enhanced sense of his own. Instead, you replied, sitting beside him, "I didn't expect to see you meditating. When did this start?"
"Omega showed me a while ago," he answered.
"That explains why your hand hasn't been shaking so much. It seems to be helping," you commented.
He simply hummed in response and inhaled deeply and slowly before exhaling through his mouth. You watched him carefully as he breathed, taking in every inch of his profile. The way he almost glowed in the golden evening light, how peaceful he looked...your heart felt warmer than your skin did in the Pabu sun. You looked down at his hand next to you; the one with the tremors that you always held. You reached down and took his hand once again in yours and he immediately grasped your hand back. He didn't break his meditation, but you did see a small smile slowly creep up on his lips as you took his hand and his shoulders seemed to relax even more.
There was a small moment of content silence between you before Crosshair asked, "What did I do to deserve you?" You were a bit surprised at the question and then he finally opened his eyes and looked at you, a softness in his gaze that made you melt inside.
"I don't understand," you replied.
"You've showed me more kindness than I feel I've earned. You waste your time with me when you could be doing anything else or be with someone else," he told you.
"I don't see it as a waste of time. I never have," you said back to him, gripping his hand tighter. "You deserve love and care as much as anyone else."
He turned his head away, saying in a low voice, "Who would love someone like me?"
Hearing him ask such a question made you want to cry at how little he thought of himself, especially when you thought the world of him. It was then you decided he needed to know how you truly felt.
You leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, whispering as you pulled away, "I would...and I do."
Crosshair turned to you, his eyes wide with shock at what you were implying yet there was still a gentleness in them that shone even brighter in the sunset.
With a smile, you nodded at him and stated, "I love you, Crosshair. I really do. I love you with all my heart."
Even though he still looked surprised at what he was hearing, his eyes flickered down briefly to your lips before gazing back into your eyes. Then he let go of your hand and reached up to caress your cheek, whispering your name as he did so. He leaned forward and then pressed his lips to yours in a tender kiss, eliciting a soft sigh from you as you immediately returned the gesture.
After he pulled away, he rubbed your cheek with his thumb, looking deeply still into your eyes. "And I love you with all of my heart," he told you back, "...a heart that you have helped heal just as much as my hand."
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It was the only thing that helped, some days.
You don't get to have as much hair as Ed if you didn't like hair care at least a bit, and as the days got darker and foggier, sometimes it was the only thing he could hold onto. His mama had worked that pride into him, when he was a boy, and he'd be damned if he lost it now.
Ed washed his hair more carefully than ever, during the dark days. Even as he started dropping weight, as he stopped wearing his knee brace so the pain rocketing up all the way to his hip at least gave him something to feel with every step, he cared about his hair. It was the only thing that made him feel like his body was his, some days.
Even when he got better, even months later, he'd always remember running shaky fingers through soft hair. He'd remember biting his knuckles bloody trying to muffle the sobs and then pulling his hair up, looking into a cracked mirror to make sure it looked perfect.
He couldn't control much else. He could control this. Even as everything came crashing down, taking care of his hair gave him dignity, helped him convince himself he wasn't just some kind of wild animal, no matter what anyone said.
And now, at their inn-that-wasn't-really-an-inn-and-was-really-just-a-house, but it was still scary to call it just Ed and Stede's house so they called it the inn? His hair was, more than ever, a source of joy and comfort.
Especially when Stede helped him with it.
It had taken time and patience, from both of them. Ed's hair texture was a lot different from Stede's and they used different products, but Stede was an eager student in the things that Ed loved.
Ed found himself humming as Stede pulled up a stool behind the bathtub, dunking his hair just under the water to get it wet before Stede brushed it out. His hum sounded kinda hoarse and hesitant, like a feral cat learning to purr for the first time, but he liked it. He was starting to enjoy learning all the soft, beautiful things his body could do.
Stede held a hand over Ed's forehead to keep the water out of his eyes as he rinsed out the shampoo. He kissed his cheek as he massaged aloe and coconut oil into Ed's scalp, keeping his hair moisturized and frizz-free.
"Thank you," Ed whispered, reaching up one hand, fingers pruned from the bathwater, to take Stede's.
Stede brought his hand to his lips immediately, kissing his knuckles. "It's a delight," he promised. "I love taking care of you, Ed."
Ed loved being taken care of. Stede loved taking care of him. Ed deserved care. Every time Stede adoringly ran his fingers through his hair, he got a little closer to knowing these things were true.
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Willow quit for three months and another time for five days! Didn't quite work out for her. Willow without her Marlboros is a Martian on Venus. Before she was 13 y.o., she had become a regular smoker!
WILLOW COMBO VIDEO: TALKS AND ANSWERS QUESTIONS!
Willow is brutally honest here about her smoking habit and how she loves it, all about it. "It's a good, little time filler," she says of her half-a-pack per day habit. "When is the best time to have a cigarette," she is asked. Answer: "Honestly? After sex! (she pauses before beaming with smugness and laughing for three seconds!) . . . I love it."
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Not only is Willow candid about how much she loves smoking, her pride in her habit comes shining through as well. She has thoroughly dissected her habit, having analyzed and justified every step along her journey to where she is today at approximately 10 cigarettes a day. Both parts of our combination video, produced by the staff, were uploaded from Instagram@ciggietimetime10. The second part (Marlboro 100s), in which Willow is reading off a set of prepared questions, was added to our archives on March 12, 2024. And 12 days later from "Ciggie Time!" we coppied the Instagram post in to our library of the first half (Marlboro Reds king size) on four dual-clip video in which Willow was speaking extemporaneously with a friend off camera who was asking her questions.
"Yeah, I feel like a bad ass!" . . . "I've been smoking for a long time!" ⏤ Willow
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June 1923, London, England
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It seemed as if Wilhelmina and Jack’s party had awoken some sort of hedonist spirit within him. Any previous attempts he’d tried to make with his duties as a peer were forgotten—not that it mattered anyway, most people in the House of Lords disliked him regardless. The Ritz became his home base, splitting his time between the hotel and the house of various friends, both old and new. 
Within three months, he was sure that he’d nearly tripled the number of people he’d had sex with, which Giselle and Francesca had mercilessly teased him about, but it had many advantages, and it seemed like with every new person he shared a bed, he received two invitations to social events, whether it be parties, dinners, soirees, etc. Being around people with similar tastes and interests also allowed him to find suggestions and people read the work he’d done in person, not just via letters, and by the middle of June, he felt that his translation and commentary of The Epic of Gilgamesh was good enough to be sent to the publishers and editors.
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Giselle, on the other hand, after months of slaving day and night in her sewing room as Francesca handled sales and customers, it seemed that their little boutique was taking off, and most women living in Central London were seen wearing some of her designs. 
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Shortly after opening one morning, a woman dressed finely walked into the shop, inquiring for a party dress. Francesca, who still setting up their latest model, looked surprised. No one came this early in the morning.
“Good morning, ma’am, how can I help you?”
“Um, is Miss Walsh in?”
“Oh, yes, she’ll be down in a moment or so.” She chuckled. “She likes to sleep in.”
The other woman smirked as she looked around. “A friend of a friend recommended this place, and I can see why now. These are lovely.”
Francesca beamed with pride. 
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Giselle stepped out from her sewing studio, looking surprised that they already a had customer. “Oh, good morning, I hope you weren’t waiting long.”
“No, of course not. Miss Walsh?”
“That would be me.”
She sighed in relief. “Oh, thank you. I’m attending a party, and I was hoping to get a dress. I was told you do custom designs for customers.”
“Yes, um we can head back for measurements now if you wish, Ms…”
“Lady Lyton.”
Francesca’s eyes widened. The Countess of Lyton was their dress shop! Giselle looked less impressed, only giving Francesca a side glance. “Oh, I’m sorry, your ladyship, I wasn’t aware.” She turned to her partner. “There’s a countess in our dress shop.”
“We’ve had a duke.”
“Your brother doesn’t count.”
The Countess raised a brow. “Walsh… Your brother is the Duke of Feldsbury?”
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“Yes. Have you met him?”
“I first met him at a party two months ago—we are mutual friends with Mrs. Jack Porter. He’s a bit of a Casanova, but he's handsome, very intelligent, and makes delightful conversation.” She smirked. “My husband, on the other hand, finds him impertinent.” 
Francesca snickered. 
“That sounds like my brother. …He was forced to accept the title and its responsibilities when not even being aware of it until after the war, so he cares very little of what society thinks of him and will likely do everything in his power to dredge the name of the late duke.”
The Countess nodded. “Well, I never liked the late duke.”
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“Well, back to your request, your ladyship. When is the party?” Giselle asked, grabbing her notepad and pencil.
“Four days from now.”
Giselle frowned. “And you want a custom dress?”
“Yes.”
“I’m sorry, but a custom design and pattern would at least take me two weeks, my lady.”
Lady Lyton sighed. “Oh. I see.”
“Well,” Francesca interrupted, gesturing to the dress she’d just set up, “I saw you admiring this, and Miss Walsh only finished it yesterday. There is no other dress like it, and tailoring at most only takes a few days if we do measurements now.”
Giselle nodded eagerly. “Yes, and if you wish, I could add some extra embellishments if desired, and it could be ready to be picked up the morning of your party.”
The Countess looked impressed. “You ladies know how to work a deal.” She glanced at the dress. “I will be telling everyone I know about the Duke of Feldbury’s sister and her delightfully modern dress shop.”
Giselle and Francesca couldn’t help but beam. 
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limoreau going to a pride parade
djfjdjdjsd this is EVERYTHING to me. pride parades are my safe space. this one isn’t going to be a full fic, more of a scattering of my thoughts 🩵
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this would be jordan's first time going to a pride parade. they usually spent pride month back home because university would wrap up and their parents would never let them go to something like 'that'. even as an adult, jordan was controlled.
marie quite literally said fuck that & invited jordan to the nyc pride march. cate, andre, luke, sam & emma tagged along, too.
the two of them would dress up in bright colours, something a bit out of jordan's comfort zone. they'd be wearing a tight black short-sleeved shirt, rainbow-coloured joggers and their pearl/chain necklace. marie would be wearing a similar outfit to match, but her necklace is a beaded rainbow piece that jordan made her.
their bodies would be covered in various colours of face & body paint, abstract and no clear designs, just colour.
jordan would be the type of pride-goer who is awkward at first and shy under the circumstances. by the end of the parade, they'd have a bigender flag wrapped over their shoulders and shouting in joy with the thousands of others with them.
the love that jordan would feel is astronomical. acceptance in all forms, love in all forms. having their friends, most importantly their girlfriend, with them celebrating pride for the first time publicly.
i imagine that they'd be in their femme form for most of the parade, a form that their father wasn't fond of. a way to say 'fuck you' silently. screw their father's fascination with weaponizing their gender.
the number of times they kiss marie would also be astronomical, never growing tired of the way she would laugh and smile as the paint on their face would smear with each kiss. their friends would watch them in awe, happy to see their love so genuine and free.
to wrap up the pride parade they'd go to a gay nightclub with their friends, spending the night with their arms around marie as they danced the night away. their heart full of love.
going to a pride parade completely changed jordan, for the better. screw the days when they allowed themself to be more than just a checkmark on the diversity box. going forward, they were unafraid to create hell on those who told them differently.
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The Lovers. Edit: now is a gif too!!
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zu-is-here · 10 months
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Promise
Fluffynightkiller Week by @help-im-a-gay-fish
Dreamtale by jokublog
Ccino by black-nyanko
Killer by rahafwabas / rahaf-wabas / rahofy-sketch
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degenerateshinji · 10 months
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Wow i cant believe atsushi and akutagawa had sex in the new bungou stray dogs trailer thats crazy that they put that in there
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6/1/2022: WE FUCKING DID IT Y’ALL 🏴‍☠️🏳️‍🌈✨
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aroarachnid · 10 months
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various moodboards i made for aro day ^-^
lmk if u have any requests! <2
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some art of the girlfriends ever that happened to coincide with the start of pride month . begging you all to consider this ship more ❤️
and a bonus of them being cute together !
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