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pussbuss · 2 months

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(18+) RYAN ROSS X READER

pre split! ryan ross x AFAB! reader - warnings: ryans a munch, drug use/smoking, smut (wrap it before you tap it, folks). lowercase intended, not proofread, A/N at end, enjoy!! <3

while at a house party for “a fever you can’t sweat out” reaching top charts, you and ryan sneak away to smoke.

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ryan held you by the waist as you navigated the crowded house together. his hand on the small of your back, leading you through bunches of drunks, trying desperately to find a quiet place to hang.

you guys decided on the pool house. it reeked of chemicals as you sat down on a counter with pool salts on it. “are you ready?” you asked, pulling the goods out of your bag. he nodded eagerly in response, watching in awe as you placed a little bag, a grinder, filters, and some rolling papers beside you.

you pulled the lighter out from the inside of your bra and placed it next to everything else. ryan watched in utter excitement as you prepared your guys’ joint. you ground up the bud and then rolled it up in the paper, licking it shut.

ryan watched as you placed the joint between your lips. he flicked the lighter on and lit it. you took a long drag, holding it in for a few seconds before exhaling the smoke.

you handed ryan the joint. he took an extremely overzealous inhale and immediately began to cough, spitting smoke everywhere.. “wow!” you laughed. “that’s too big for your first time!!” he handed you the joint and stuttered out a few broken words. “f-fuck..” he laughed in between coughs.

he was huddled over next to you, coughing out smoke as he gripped the ledge. you rub his back, whispering quiet praises in his ear. “it’s okay,” you hit the joint again, slowly exhaling the smoke.

when we finally regained his composure, he asked for the joint, taking a smaller hit and exhaling quickly after. still, a small cough left his mouth. “smaller..” you laughed, running a hand through his hair.

he looked as if he wanted more, like he wanted your friendship to explore “new heights”.

he positioned himself between your legs, looking up at you, placing his hands on your waist. you place the joint between your lips and inhale again, bringing your lips to ryan’s and exhaling the smoke into his mouth. his eyes widened and his grip on your waist tightened and he let go, exhaling the smoke. “woah..” he let out a breathy laugh and moved hair out of your face. he stands on his tip toes, giving you a gentle kiss.

first, his kiss was shy and patient, but it quickly turned desperate and sloppy. you straddled him, gently pulling his hair with one hand while the other one made its way down his chest, pulling up his shirt. a small gasp left his mouth when you ran your hands over his v-line, slowly making your way down to his zipper. his eyes widened and he let out a soft whimper.

“can i?” you whispered in his ear, kissing the side of his neck. he nodded frantically. “yes-“ he cleared his throat. “yes please..” his body shook nervously as he brought his cold hands inside your shirt, bringing his fingers up and around the bottom hem to remove it. “is this okay?” he asked. you nodded, flashing a genuine smile. you helped him take it off, revealing your cheetah print bra. he quickly joined you; removing his jacket, black tee, his plaid red and black boxers peaking out of his jeans.

his lips quickly returned to yours as he multitasked, unhooking your bra in the back and gently removing it from your body. he dropped it, staring in shock at his best friends boobs; he could’ve sworn his dick got so hard it fell off. “oh my god..” he whispered, quickly bringing his mouth to your collarbone, kissing down your cleavage.

he brought his mouth back up to yours, right hand fondling your breast as the left held your jaw. “so cute..” you whispered, cupping his hard cock with your hand. he shivered as you did so, whimpering quietly as he kissed you eagerly.

his hands unbuttoned your shorts and hooked on the inside of the hem, bringing them down over your knees and placing them next to you.

he squatted down in front of you as you spread your legs for him. he placed chaste kisses along your thighs until he reached your pussy. he looked up at you for approval and you nodded, smiling expectantly at him.

he ran a finger up your clothed folds, sending shivers down your spine. he rubbed a few circles on your clit before he buried his face into your clothed pussy. he placed wet kisses on your clit and rubbed a finger along your slit. “ryan..” you groaned, holding his face close by a chunk of his hair. he stopped for a moment, linking his fingers under the hem of your underwear and pulling them off. then, he dove right back in.

“so, so handsome buried between my thighs.. wanna see you do this all the time..” you whispered. he hummed into you, sending vibrations to your clit. you held his hair back as he went to town on you, circling your clit with his tongue.

then, he slowly gathered pre-cum on his middle finger and slid it into you, curling it up. a harsh groan left your mouth as he pushed in and out, curling his finger up, then slowly adding another finger.

he quickly changed pace, going from teasingly slow to the perfect speed, fingers working magic on you as he ate you.

he stared you in the eye as he ate you out, you could see his shit eating grin as he worked on you. “s’close..” you groaned, grabbing the back of his head and pulling some of his hair. you grinded your hips into his face, making you come closer to your release.

finally, you finished, you let out a loud moan, cumming all over ryan’s tongue. he looked up at you as he sucked his fingers clean, placing kisses along your thigh.

as you slowly gathered your composure, you sat up, pulling ryan up with you and kissing him. “that was so hot, baby..” he moaned into you, tongue roaming around your mouth as he fondled your breasts.

you hopped off the ledge, clothes dropped to the floor as you swapped spots with ryan. you helped him up, pants down to his ankles as he adjusted himself. he hooked his fingers under his boxers and pulled them down. his cock slapped his stomach and he let out a quiet whimper. his cock was swollen and red, dripping pre-cum from his tip as he looked down at you. “you’re beautiful..” he mumbled, curling your hair behind your ears. he kissed your forehead before you squatted in front of him, rubbing a gentle finger along his tip, then spitting on it.

your hands slid down the sides of his cock, gently pumping him up and down with a slow but steady pace. his breath hitched in his throat as you continued to do so, placing gentle kisses on his thighs before licking up his cock. you bobbed your head down, slowly taking his tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it.

his hands go to the back of your head, grabbing some hair from the nape of your neck and holding your head, lightly guiding you up and down his cock. “so pretty like this..” he moaned, locking eyes with you and placing a kiss on the top of your head.

your hand jerked the base of his cock while your mouth tried to fit all it could, slobbering all over him as you sucked him off. he was a moaning mess, whispering sweet praises in your ear. “mmm, you’re doing such a good job.” he let out a breathy laugh and cupped your cheek.

you quickened your pace and his noises only became louder. “so close..” he closed his eyes and bucked his hips gently into you.

he let out a strained groan as you felt his hot load shoot into the back of your throat. releasing ryan’s cock with a pop, you swallow his cum, wipe your mouth clean and try to catch your breath.

he pulled you up onto his lap and kissed you hard. “so hot..” he whispered, repositioning you so you were closer to him.

he jerked his cock a few times before positioning himself over your folds. he ran his tip through them a few times before slowly entering you. his eyes widened and his mouth fell open as you squeezed his cock with your warm hole. “oh god..” he whispered in your ear, hugging you close. he buried his head in your cleavage and began to move his hips up and down. you join him, quickly finding the pace in which you’d go in that moment.

you watch from the window behind as party goers enter in and out of the house. the windows of the pool house were fogged up with hot breath as he pumped in and out of you. the sound of skin on skin echoed throughout the small room. “you-“ he babbled, “-so hot- god, i love you..” he laughed, running his hands through your hair.

you place small hickeys along his collar bone, hoping maybe someone will see them when you go back into the party. his hand reaches down to rub circles on your clit, bringing you closer to your release..

“fuckkkk,” you giggle, “next time.. we uh.. do this-“ you said in between thrusts, “i want.. to not be in.. some ransom persons… pool house..” he laughed in response. “please,” he groans, pace quickening as he grabs your ass. “fuck!” you groan, cumming on his cock. it happened so much faster than you had anticipated. he continued to thrust for a minute but then pulled out and began jerking it.

“can i,, cum on your,, face?” he groaned. you moaned and nodded, hopping down and squatting in front of him as he continued to jerk in front of you.

he shot his load all over your face, groaning loudly, and placing a kiss on your lips before catching his breath. “wow,,” he laughed. “that was… amazing..” “y-yeah..” you giggled, placing a kiss on his cheek.. “sorry i… did it all over your face, here, let me help. he picked up his shirt and helped you wipe his cum off of your face. “i don’t… need this…” he laughed. he pulled his pants up and zipped them. he helped you get your clothes back on.

he put his jacket on and zipped it up all the way to hide the fact that he wasn’t wearing a shirt. he threw the shirt into the corner of the pool house and continued helping you put your clothes back on. he buttoned up the back of your bra and helped you with your shorts. “thanks, ry..” you smiled, kissing his cheek. “we gotta do this more often,,” you winked, opening the pool house door for him.

you two walked back into the crowded house together, hand in hand.

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A/N, thanks for reading! i’m sorry if it sucks, i kinda rushed the ending :0 DM for requests, it would be greatly appreciated if someone helped me with prompts so i can get more writing out! thanks! <3

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findingnemosworld · 9 months

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𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 - 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐤 𝐬𝐳𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐳𝐥𝐚𝐢

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐦𝐞

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲, 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜, 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 :)

It's physically agonizing to love someone to the point where it drains you entirely

A sudden and unexpected knock caused her to gasp, then look at the digital clock placed on the table which glaringly displayed 𝟐:𝟑𝟒𝐚𝐦 - it wasn't as if she was expecting anyone to visit, especially at such a late time, she creeps up to the kitchen and grabs a pan just to be safe and strides as leisurely as she can to the front door, she stands on the tips of her toes to check through the peephole, her eyes widen and a soft gasp escapes her lips before she can pretend as thought she wasn't at home.

" Baba " He slurred from the other side, clearly inebriated by whatever he had consumed, " kérlek nyissad ki az ajtót... ( Please open the door ) "

She hesitated, mostly due to the fact that it had been a year since she last saw him; a year since she had finally taken the stand and removed herself from the toxic cycle he had her in, a year since she started to undergo therapy to somewhat liberate herself from the remnants of his manipulation.

" Baba " He whines, " Please, I want to see you "

She catches her reflection in the mirror placed nearby, her hair was slightly disheveled despite being pulled up into a bun, her face and eyes were pale from the lack of sleep and she'd unfortunately lost a lot of weight due to depression, still trapped in a limbo - she was about to walk back and leave him there when the minuscule voice she hadn't heard in ages whispers, let him in, it won't hurt to let him in.

With a shaky hand, she twists the knob to open the front door, coming face to face with an inebriated Dominik who gives her a cheeky smile. " There she is, Édes lányom ... ( My sweet girl ) "

" Dominik, you have to leave " She states with an abrupt and curt tone.

" What? " He murmurs with furrowed brows then shakes his head repeatedly, " No " he whines, then stumbles inside. " No, please baba I came to see you "

" I don't want to see you " She said and sighed, " I'm going to call you a taxi "

Before she can go and fetch her phone, his warm hand grabs her wrist to tug her back into his arms, " No " he whispers then nuzzles his face into her neck, " Please, I just ... " he wraps his arms around her waist to tighten his hold on her. " Let me stay with you baba "

" Dom " She'd tried her best not to cave in, not to allow herself to relent and be reduced to a submissive entity that can be swayed by him. " Let me go "

" No " He said with a small voice, pulling back slightly to look her in the eye, " No " he repeats with a shaky voice.

His eyes were glossy, lips trembling as it was clear that he was close to breaking down.

" Dominik, what happened? " She asks with a confused expression.

" You were right " Was all he muttered as he embraced her once again, " You were right "

Still confused, she struggled until she was able to release herself from his grasp and arduously lead him to the couch. " Sit here while I go fetch a glass of water to help you sober up " she walks into the kitchen, immediately placing her hand on her chest to compose herself, I'll give him the water then call a taxi ... she reminds herself as she pours the liquid in the glass and returns to the living room, " Here "

He gulps a big portion before placing the glass on the coffee table, he looks up. " I'm sorry baba, I'm really sorry for what I've done "

" Dom " She sighs and before she can really react, he reaches for her by placing his hands around her waist to tug her onto his lap, " Dom, you're drunk "

" I know, but you can afford to let me hold you " He murmurs, nuzzling his face into her neck, " Just for tonight, please " he tightens his hold on her.

" Dominik, this is a mistake " She whispers.

" Leaving you was a mistake " He retorts, " hurting you was a mistake, a very big mistake "

" It's too late " She said, " You lost me Dominik, I was there for you through everything but all you did, was treat me like a toy, that you'd play with then get bored of whenever it's not listening to you, I picked you up whenever you fell, and didn't complain yet when I needed you, you weren't there, I never asked you to quit playing football, nor leave your dreams for me, all I asked was for your support, for the unconditional love that I have given you, but all you did was drain me of my light "

He didn't respond, instead broke down into sobs - while her hands caress his back, fully aware that by the following morning, he won't be here and she'll be back to normal life.

#dominik szoboszlai #dominik szoboszlai fanfiction #dominik szoboszlai one shot #dominik szoboszlai blurb

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igetthedisneybox · 5 months

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Merry (late) Christmas @hannahhook7744!!!!

Consider this nebulously in the Hannah Hook universe, set after D3, where all the VKs have left the isle. Fiona and Noah are teens here. Sorry if this is really out of character. TW: Bullying, cursing.

Noah wandered aimlessly around the Auradon Prep campus, growing little flowers in the grass as he walked. Since he spent his formative years on a very busy, very crowded pirate ship, the sheer amount of nothing there was to do around the campus was both slightly over and underwhelming.

Noah froze suddenly when he heard what sounded like mean laughter coming from around the corner of the school building. Using his powers on the grass (still weird to him, even all these years later), he was able to sense that four people had walked this way, one on their own, the other three in a group.

Peering out from behind the school, what Noah saw was enough to make his blood boil.

His best friend since childhood, Fiona, was pressed up against the school, trying to shield herself against three Auradon kids, who were pulling and prodding at her distinct wings, laughing and jeering all the while.

"Are you sure you're a fairy, freak?" The only girl and clearly the leader of the group said as she lifted up the side of Fiona's wing. "You look more like a demon from Hell."

"Fuck off!" Fiona snapped, tugging her wing out of the girl's reach.

"She sure don't talk like a fairy." The biggest of the two guys laughed, grabbing the other side out of Fiona's grasp.

"Just leave me alone!" Fiona begged the three teenagers.

"Why don't you and your freaky demon wings go back to the Isle where you belong?" The girl demanded, leering over Fiona.

That was enough.

"HEY!" Noah yelled as loud as he could, trying to call upon his godly blood to make himself seem more imposing.

All four heads turned to where Noah was standing.

"I, uhm...you three...get away from her! Right now!" So much for being imposing.

All three Auradon kids laughed. The second guy, scrawny as a string bean, sauntered over to Noah, a smirk on his face. "Oooooh! Magic plant kid! I'm soooo scared! What're you gonna do, flower boy?" He asked, crossing his arms.

Noah was a firm believer that violence should always be a last resort, that talking things out was better than punching first and asking questions later.

However. Noah was also a firm believer that no one touches his friends and gets away with it.

With a flick of his hands, the roots of a nearby tree erupted from the ground, grabbing the scrawny guy by his ankles. Noah snapped his fingers, and the roots dragged the guy across the grass and up into the tree, leaving him dangling from one of the high branches.

Turning his attention to the other two, the bigger guy tried to bolt, but Noah caused the ground beneath him to open up, catching his feet inside of two sinkholes, rendering him unable to move.

The leader was bolder than her friends, and angrily stalked towards him with a hand raised to strike.

Before Noah could do anything, the girl was suddenly shoved sideways and onto the ground.

Noah looked and saw Fiona standing there, panting heavily, arms just falling to her sides from the push.

Thinking fast, Noah grew a bunch of flowers into his palm, and threw them in the girl's face to stop her from getting up.

He grabbed Fiona's hand and said "Run for it!"

The two friends ran out from behind the school, ignoring the shouts of the bullies from behind them.

Once Noah deemed them a safe distance away, they stopped to catch their breaths.

"Are your wings okay, 'Ona?"

Fiona hugged herself and nodded.

"Are you okay, 'Ona?"

"Yeah, I'm alright." Fiona took a shuddery breath. "Thank you. For saving me."

"Of course. You're my best friend." Noah grinned at her. "And plus, that push was really awesome."

Fiona blushed, trying to hide her face with her hair. "I just didn't want her to hurt you."

Now it was Noah's turn to blush. "I, uhm. Thanks."

Taking a bold move, Fiona stood on her tip-toes and pecked a kiss on Noah's cheek.

They both grinned silently at each other for a spell, before snapping out of it. "Let's get out of here. I want to tell Skia what happened before we get caught."

"Oh, she'll love this." Fiona smiled, and grabbed Noah's hand again.

The two friends raced off, not knowing that everything had suddenly changed for them.

#descendants #disney descendants #disney descendants au #hannah hook #hannah hook verse #writing a fanfic for a fanfic #the ending sucks I'm sorry I don't know how to end things dfghjkl

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loisroo · 2 years

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For my beyond evil prompt post! thanks @tiffanylamps for the inspiration!!

It's not like he wants to be here, if Joo Won had an actual choice he would be at his apartment, cooking the new recipe he discovered while listening to music before settling down for the night to read his book.

But Kwon Hyuk was getting married and as much as Joo Won hates his father, he cares triple that for his adoptive brother....most days.

Joo Won sighs again as he pulls gently on his tie, it feels tight and suffocating around his throat. The whole outfit makes him uncomfortable now, they used to fit like a glove but he gave up suits and tuxedos and a manicured life years ago.

He's watching Kwon Hyuk dance with his bride, Oh Ji Hwa who looks stunning in a simple white dress and something inside of him squeezes in equal parts envy and happiness for his brother. Hyuk couldn't have chosen a better bride (despite his fathers complaints about it) she was strong, fierce, and patient and has had her now husband wrapped around her finger since day one.

She's good for him, makes Hyuk stand up for himself more and start demanding more control over his father's company, helps his adopted brother balance the expectations and the reality of what it means to take over a company. Plus Joo Won thinks that Han Ki Kwan might be a little afraid of her, which makes her almost perfect in his book.

Joo Won takes a sip of his drink, looking down at his watch and sighing when he realizes it's still too early to leave without being extremely rude. The chandelier in the banquet hall feels too bright and the sounds are spread out but loud and chaotic-- people talking, others laughing, music blaring and it's all too much for Joo Won's brain at the moment.

He swallows the last bit of his drink before standing, grabbing another full one and making his way to one of the small balconies on the other side of the room.

The fresh, cool air feels like a gift and he finally allows himself to loosen his tie.

He's taking another sip of his drink when the door pushes open and he looks over to see a familiar mess of curls, the sigh that leaves his lips in almost involuntary at this point.

Dong Sik glances up at the noise before his whole face alights, "Joo Won- ah! There you are!"

Joo Won scrunches his nose up at the familiarity, "Lee Dong Sik-ssi, i've told you to stop being so informal with me."

The smile only grows at his words and the older man comes to stand next to him, only a few inches apart and Joo Won can't bring himself to put distance between them. There's alot of things he can't seem to do around the older man.

"You're late."

He says it to fill the silence, watching as the older man seems surprised but then a soft smile appears on his face. Joo Won hates when Dong Sik uses those looks around him... they make him feel things he's unfamiliar with.

Dong Sik's shoulder brushes his and Joo Won's whole body responds, like it always does. The tingle shooting from his arm all the way down to his toes.

"Hmm... did you miss me, Joo Won-ah?"

It's said so softly, so sincerely and Joo Won inhales sharply, turning to grab the older man by his tie and yank him in for a hard, burning kiss. Dong Sik seems shocked for a half second before leaning in, resting his hands on Joo Won's hips in a way that pins him to the spot but soft enough for him to break free. Dong Sik always leaves him an out.

He shoves his fingers into Dong Sik's hair, the softness on his finger tips making his chest ache with need and the older man lets out a breathy moan as their mouths pull apart slightly.

They are both breathing heavily, the taste of Dong Sik still on his lips as the older man's breath fans across his mouth and Joo Won's heart lurches at the intimacy of it all.

He loves this stupid old fool so much, probably has since the day he met Ji Hwa and her friends. Joo Won can remember being equally interested and annoyed with the loud older man, who smiled and laughed like the entire world and it's problems meant nothing-- a complete contrast to the recently disowned Joo Won.

Joo Won takes a deep breath, scared of what he was going to say next but also certain in his actions. He looks up at the older man and breathes out a soft, almost strangled, "Yes."

Dong Sik blinks at him in confusion, "What?"

Joo Won feels the blush on his face, feels his ears burning hot but he leans back in and softly kisses Dong Sik's lips again before pulling back and speaking louder, "Yes... to the question you asked me a while ago."

Dong Sik still looks confused before it suddenly dawns on him, and Joo Won isn't prepared for the way Dong Sik lurches forward and captures his lips into a searing kiss. It's hot and molten, making his insides feel hot and when the older man's tongue licks into his mouth deeper Joo Won feels his legs shake. Dong Sik's hands are tight against his hips and Joo Won gasps when the older man bites his bottom lip before pulling away.

He can't imagine what he must look like right now but Dong Sik's lips are swollen and red, his eyes blown wide but are still bright with happiness, "Yes. You are finally going to date me?"

Joo Won snorts, leaning his forehead on Dong Sik's shoulder, "I think we've been dating for a while now."

He feels Dong Sik's head shake and he already knows what the man is going to say, "Nope, the stubborn prince I'm in love with refused to make it official."

Joo Won feels a little guilt rise in his belly but he ignores it in favor of the way the older man said 'love' and the hand Dong Sik has rubbing up and down his back, "Well, he sounds like an idiot."

Dong Sik laughs out loud, the noise sending tingles down Joo Won's back and he smiles into his lovers neck. The older man hums, "No, he was never an idiot. My prince was just hurt and needed some time to recover."

Joo Won blinks back tears and straightens back to his full height, looking down at Dong Sik and into his eyes, "Lee Dong Sik-ssi. Would you please date me?"

Dong Sik smiles and kisses him gently, "Yes. Of course, my stubborn prince."

#beyond evil #beyond evil prompts #beyond evil au #I hope you liked this my friend!!!#thank you so much for the inspiration!#they might be a little OC but i tried to keep them in character as much as i could with little background being given #i hope it worked!#also sorry for any errors #i will only go back through them alot if i'm gonna post them on ao3 #but i hope you still like it!

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nishinini · 3 years

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♡ after the breakup | his warmth (your perspective)

⤅ heeseung:

washing dishes. your hands start off cold and your body is tired. but as the water continues to heat up, you can feel the tension in your muscles loosen slightly. you’re aware of how tired you are as you stand by the sink but it’s almost calming. when it’s over, you pat your hands dry with a towel. yet the warmth from the water lingers on the tips of your fingers and the palm of your hands. you relish in it in the brief moments that it lasts. heeseung’s warmth is similar to the warmth one feels while washing dishes. but you’ve always thought of dishes as your least favorite chore.

⤅ jay

settled by a campfire. it comes face-paced, removing the cold all the way from your toes to your face within a matter of seconds. sometimes, you dare get a little closer than usual but you pull away instantly because it’ll burn. from a distance, you’re satisfied. it lasts for as long as you need it to, the fire fueled with the wood of care as you can see the embers of love spread throughout the air. jay’s warmth is similar to the warmth one feels when settled by a campfire. but campfires always die out by the morning.

⤅ jake

a jacket. it drapes over your shoulders, encases your back and entraps your arms as it spreads all over your body. you can’t help but appreciate the way it feels and how comforting it is when it’s there. it’s constant, a part of routine, and always there. on a cold winter day, it has the capability to warm the depths of your heart. on a hot summer day, it stays loosely wrapped around your waist. jake’s warmth is similar to the warmth one feels with a jacket over them. but you’ve always been too stubborn to bring a jacket with you when you go out.

⤅ sunghoon

hot chocolate. it first coats the roof of your mouth, settles in your tongue, then goes down your throat. you can feel it going down your body and settling in your stomach next to the slight burst of happiness you feel. you can’t help but want another sip after the first one, slowly it becomes addicting. it becomes something that you crave as a source of comfort. sunghoon’s warmth is similar to hot chocolate settling in the pit of your stomach. but the cup of hot chocolate stays half-finished on the table and has now grown cold.

⤅ sunoo

the sun. it hits your face when you leave the house. comes in rays on the beach. you can feel it settle on your face down to your shoulders. everyone craves it, some wear a hat in an effort to control it. you can’t help but appreciate it while you sit outside a cafe enjoying a drink while reading a book. it seems to entrance you but you can never look directly at it for too long or you’ll lose your sight so you settle for its feel. sunoo’s warmth is similar to the sun during the day. but you’ve always preferred to go out during the night.

⤅ jungwon

a warm cup. whether it’s from a cup of coffee or a cup of tea, when the tips of your fingers wrap around it, the warmth stays and feels almost safe. when you bring cup to your face, the steam hits and it’s almost comforting, a mini sauna of sorts. you feel relaxed, you can loose yourself in it amidst all the chaos in your life. jungwon’s warmth is similar to a warm cup. but you’ve always preferred your drinks iced.

⤅ ni-ki

freshly made chocolate chip cookies. as you grab it fresh off the tray, the warmth slightly burns the tip of your fingers and you make attempts to cool it instantly by blowing on it. after taking a bite, you can feel it deep in your soul. the taste almost reassures you due to how familiar it is. it’s almost childish, but a constant go-to that you’re luck to have. ni-ki’s warmth is similar to freshly made chocolate chip cookies. but you’ve always had more of a savory tooth than a sweet one.

⤅ a/n: i honestly have no idea if any of these made sense ngl

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nethercomfies · 2 years

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🌠A Christmas present for you has arrived!🌠

There's a card as well! It reads:

Merry Christmas, everyone!

I hope you have a wonderful time and get to enjoy your holidays. Here's my little offering to you all: Spending Christmas time with the Genshin men.

I hope you enjoy it <3

Signed: Jupe

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🌠Spending Christmas with them🌠

Characters: Albedo (featuring Klee), Diluc, Kaeya, Thoma, Xiao, Itto, Kazuha, Gorou

Content: Modern AU, sfw, gn!reader, different scenarios for each of them, tons of fluff, kisses and cuddling, some PDA, use of pet names

Note: I tried to do something for everyone of the (adult, playable) guys, but there wasn't enough time... Maybe in the future ;; I really hope that the ones I did manage to do are to your liking tho <3

Albedo - Decorating a tree

It must almost be a Christmas miracle of its own that Albedo has agreed to not focus on his research for once and dedicate the entire day to spending time with you. Perhaps it’s the Christmas spirit, or maybe just the collaborative effort between you and Klee nagging him to spend time with you, but it worked.

You’re happily tip-toeing around the Christmas tree, making sure that every ornament finds a perfect spot, in tandem with Klee, who showers the lower half of the tree in various decorations, topping it off with strands of tinsel. Albedo stands a few steps back, next to several boxes filled with Christmas decorations, handing them out one by one to you and Klee. The three of you make a great team, you think, smiling to yourself as you hang a little angel-shaped figure on a branch.

It’s snowing outside, a little bit of frost gathering at the windows, but you’re sheltered from the cold in here, feeling warm and cozy - And you have a feeling it’s not just the heater steadily working to keep the cold at bay. The happiness of getting to spend this time with your loved ones helps a comfortable warmth spread inside you, as well.

In the background, the radio quietly plays one Christmas song after another. You’d barely register them, if it wasn’t for Klee periodically starting to sing along, loud and just a little out of tune. She looks quite happy, too, dancing from the tree to Albedo and back while giving a rather heartfelt performance of Oh Christmas Tree.

You halt in your own decorating to watch her for a moment, a font smile blooming on your face. You glance over at Albedo, who is watching her too with a little laugh. When he feels your gaze on him, his eyes wander to you instead, his expression going soft with a smile that matches yours.

You stride over towards him, and he already holds the next ornament out to you. Instead of taking it, you gently push his hand aside, stepping closer to snake your hands around his waist. He catches on quickly, putting the decoration down to pull you closer to his chest while he buries his face in your hair. You feel his comfortable warmth against you, breathing in to catch the faint smell of cinnamon on him. His hands gently caress your back and for a moment it’s just the two of you, everything else fading into the background. There’s a gentle kiss pressed against your forehead as Albedo presses you against himself. You’d be fine just staying like this with him forever - And you probably would, if it wasn’t for Klee calling out to you.

You both look at her, a little startled, only to see her excitedly point at the tree, jumping up and down. “Look, I’m done with the tree”, she happily declares, “It’s time to put the big star on top!”

Albedo presses one last kiss on your cheek before leaning down to Klee, gently ruffling her hair, to which she responds with a wide grin. He then lets her climb on his shoulders, carrying her over to the tree. You watch as Klee puts the star in its spot, careful like it could break at even the slightest touch. When she’s done, she excitedly claps, admiring her work with a proud grin.

Albedo lets her off his shoulders again, immediately leaning over to you again to give you a few more kisses. You just giggle, kissing him back.

Diluc - Christmas shopping

Diluc isn’t too big of a fan of Christmas shopping - And he makes no secret of it. It’s a surprise he even agreed to come with you so fast. You had been fully prepared to beg him with puppy eyes, or even to bribe him… But in the end, all you had to do was ask. Sure, he groaned a little first, but after that, he still agreed to come with you.

Except now you’re second-guessing yourself a little, because Diluc looks truly unhappy in the crowd of people who all seemed to have the exact same idea as you, at the exact same time. It’s a little hard not to get lost with all the people around you - Another reason you’re glad Diluc is with you. Being as tall as he is, he can still see above most peoples’ heads, so you rely on him to navigate you through the crowd, closely grabbing onto his arm the whole time. You can feel his other arm around your shoulder, keeping you close, almost like he’s worried about losing you (or maybe he just thinks you’ll run off like a little kid the first chance you get.)

Every once in a while when you spot something you want to check out, you tug on his sleeve, then drag him off to the side of whichever window you want to look at. This time, you found a bookstore and faintly remembered how one of your friends had been going on and on about some new novel they wanted to read.

Diluc sighs a little as you pull him into the store, but follows you nonetheless.

As you look through the books on display, you feel a pair of arms wrap around you from behind, followed by Diluc's chin resting against your shoulder. It catches you by surprise, after all, Diluc really isn't one for showing his affection so openly when you're out. You give his cheek an absentminded pat as you skim over the summary of the book in your hands.

Diluc grumbles a little, only pulling you closer against him, now burying his nose against your neck. You turn your head to look at him, now a little worried about his change in behaviour. "Are you okay?"

He nods. "Why? Is there a problem?" You just smile and shake your head, kissing his cheek.

"It's just a bit unusual for you to be so cuddly." You note, ruffling his hair a little. Diluc shrugs, giving you a kiss.

"I'm glad to be spending time with you", he admits, quickly averting his eyes.

"Even though you hate Christmas shopping so much?" You ask, grinning a little when he begins to blush.

"It's not... Quite as bad. When you're around, anyways. I enjoy being with you, even if it's something I usually hate."

"Aw, you're so adorable", you say, knowing fully well that he'll only get more embarrassed by that. Indeed, he buries his face against your shoulder with a groan. You think you hear a muffled "I'm not", but it's hard to tell.

You turn to wrap your arms around your embarrassed mess of a boyfriend, laughing.

Kaeya - Binge-watching Christmas movies

It’s a rather comfortable night, the type you cherish like no other - Just you and Kaeya, hanging out on the sofa. He has one arm casually wrapped around you, perfect for you to rest your head against his shoulders.

Neither of you had any plans for Christmas, so the only natural step was to spend it together instead - And what better way is there to spend the holidays than by binge-watching a bunch of cheesy old Christmas movies while cuddling? Every once in a while, one of you points out something especially sappy, and you both start laughing.

You’ve reached the part that almost every one of these movies has - Where the protagonist finally gets together with their love interest and somehow that brings them the great revelation of what the true meaning of Christmas is… Or something like that. And you’re about to point out the cheesiness of it all, because really, that’s what you’ve always thought about these kinds of scenes, ever since you were little.

But as you glance up at Kaeya, you catch him already staring back at you, an unusually soft expression on his face - And you think you get it now. You don’t feel all the world's problems melt away from you, and there’s no magic spark with a grand revelation… But maybe you can kind of imagine what they mean in these movies, because this - Well, you can’t deny that it makes your heart skip a beat or two as Kaeya’s face lights up a little upon making eye contact with you.

You scoot a little closer towards Kaeya (as if you weren’t already close enough before) and give him a kiss, feeling the way his lips turn into a smile against yours. Then, because you could never admit to how embarrassingly soft you’re currently feeling for him, you give him a somewhat crooked grin. “Looks like someone got a little distracted from the movie, huh?” You tease.

Kaeya’s arms wrap tighter around you as you feel the vibrations of a chuckle rumble through his chest. He nuzzles his face against you a little, one hand carding through your hair. “I was just thinking”, he starts, his voice sounding a little softer than usual, too, “how the last time I spent Christmas with someone was… I don’t even know when. Probably back when I still lived with Diluc and his dad…” He pauses, pressing a kiss against your temple. “So, it’s nice I get to spend this year with someone else… And I’m glad it’s you who’s with me.”

You blush a little, caught off guard by how honest he is, how Kaeya, who’s usually so reserved about his emotions, is laying them all out for you to see now. He really must trust you, you think. And maybe it’s because you were in such a sappy mood already before, or maybe you’re overtaken by the spirit of Christmas itself after all… But you just can’t help but grab him even tighter for a bunch of kisses to be peppered across his face, Kaeya letting out a surprised laugh as you lose balance topple over, landing right on the sofa cushions with your boyfriend on top of you. You’re both a bit surprised at the sudden change of position, but start laughing almost immediately

“I’m glad I get to spend Christmas with you, too”, you declare after a while, once you’ve caught your breath from laughing. Kaeya just smiles, resting his head against your chest as you return to watching the movie.

Thoma - Cooking dinner

You really admire Thoma for all the hard work he does day in and day out. Today, too, he's been up since the early morning hours, making sure the entire house is spotless for later, when you're awaiting some of your family members for a Christmas dinner.

Now he's rummaging around the kitchen to prepare the food - Except this time, you've insisted on helping him, not wanting your boyfriend to have to handle everything on his own. And for once Thoma didn't even protest. Instead, he gave you a quick kiss and a smile, then pointed you towards the cutting board.

So for the last thirty minutes you've been cutting vegetables while Thoma handled all the more difficult tasks. You wonder whether you're even that much of a help, but since Thoma isn't complaining, you assume you're not doing that bad of a job.

Every time you come to hand Thoma a freshly cut ingredient you make sure to also press a kiss on his cheek, every time resulting in a somewhat startled laugh from him. It's kind of cute how he manages to be so immersed in his work that he manages to be surprised every single time.

Once you've cut up every last vegetable, Thoma insists that he'll handle the rest - Leaving you with nothing to do. So, you hop onto the counter, letting dangling your feet a little while you watch as Thoma stirs all the pots and pans. As bad as you feel for not helping, you're relieved to see that Thoma genuinely seems to have fun with it.

After a while he turns to you with a happy smile. "That's all we have to do for now. Now we just wait", he explains, coming over to you and wrapping his arms around you.

It's a little strange, sitting so high up on the counter like that. You're used to being a little shorter than him, but right now you're pretty much face to face. Thoma gives you a number of small kisses before resting his head against your shoulder with a comfortable sigh, nuzzling against you a little. "Thanks for helping me today", he mumbles, "I really appreciate it."

You toy with his hair a little, letting your fingers run through the strands. "Well, you still did most of the work", you admit.

Thoma chuckles and looks up at you, playing a quick kiss on your cheek. "Come on, you were a big help too", he laughs, "Without you, I'd probably still be cutting vegetables." Then, he presses his forehead against you're, looking a bit more serious now. "And besides, I just enjoy having you around. Even when you're just sitting on the counter looking pretty, it still makes me happy to have you here with me."

You can tell by the look in his eyes that he's being sincere. "I'm glad I got to help you too. It's actually nice doing these kinds of things as long as you're there to do them with me." You smile, giving him yet another kiss. Thoma just grins, hugging you even tighter than before.

Xiao - Ice skating

[Disclaimer: Please don’t do this if you don’t know for sure that it’s safe!]

It's late in the afternoon, the sun already starting to turn the sky a light shade of pink. It provides just a bit of warmth when the sunrays directly hit your skin - Enough to make the biting cold at least slightly more bearable.

"So, what do you think?" You call out to Xiao who is standing a few steps further ahead of you. He's still inspecting the small lake you came across with a somewhat suspicious glance. After a moment he turns around to you and nods.

"It should be save, as long as we stay in the more shallow parts. You have to be very careful though, because I'm not about to fish you out of a freezing cold lake", he says. You both know that Xiao would absolutely jump into a freezing lake to save you, but you decide not to point that out.

Instead, you walk up towards the lake, carefully seeting a foot on the frozen surface... And almost immediately feeling yourself slip. Luckily Xiao is right there, and you feel a hand against your back helping you to remain steady before you even have the chance to fall. "Careful", he warns you again, his tone more insistant this time.

You give him an apologetic smile im return. "Sorry! I'll be more careful", you promise. Xiao sighs as he lets go of you, still watching every step you take, ready to jump to help you. But this time, you really are more careful, taking it just one step at a time.

After a while he follows as well, stepping onto the ice. You can tell he remains vigilant, always listening in for even the faintest sound of a crack. Thankfully, there are none, and he seems more relaxed after realizing that it really is safe and he didn't just let you walk right into a hidden danger.

He watches as you let yoursf slide across the ice, looking absolutely delighted. It's wonderful, seeing you this happy and he decides that yes, he really would do anything in his power to make sure you can always be smiling.

When you notice that he's still just standing there, you stride closer towards Xiao, coming to a perfect halt right in front of him. He gives you an amused look before opening his arms to let you come even closer. You take him up on the offer, hooking your arms around his neck. "Are you having fun, love?" He asks, his voice soft and gentle.

You nod, your fingers playing with a few strands of lose hair. "Yeah, this is wonderful! Are you having fun as well?"

He smiles a little. "Yes. I always have fun when I'm spending time with you", he says, and by the soft look in his eyes you can tell he's being honest. You nuzzle your nose against his a little and smile.

"In that case, I'm really glad!" You give him a kiss which he happily returns, wrapping his arms around you to hold you close.

Itto - Playing in the snow

Itto has the tendency to turn everything into a challenge, so it's no surprise when he wakes you up, blabbering on about how it has snowed overnight and excitedly declares that the two of you will be holding a contest about who can build a snowman the fastest. You're still drowsy, barely able to make sense of your boyfriend's words as he's already excitedly throwing on clothes, nagging you to do the same.

You begrudingly peel yourself out of the warmth of your blanket and drag yourself over to the drawer, pulling out whatever lands in your hands first. It's endearing to see how excited your boyfriend is as he drags you towards the front door, throwing on his jacket before running out into the snow. You watch as he already begins to gather snow while you put on your scarf. "So, what does the winner get?" You ask, casually.

"You'll just have to wait and see", Itto calls over his shoulder, "although if you take much longer getting ready, there's no way you'll win anyways." He turns around to give you a smirk before continuing with his snowman, looking smug. Oh, he's so sure he's going to win this challenge...

You grin, now kneeling down to pick up a bit of snow yourself. It doesn't take long for you to mold it into a miniature snowman. "Done", you exclaim smugly, while Itto is still trying to form a base for his creation. He turns around you looking shocked, but his expression quickly fades into an unamused glare when he sees you next to your tiny snowman.

"C'mon, that's not a real snowman", he loudly complains, crossing his arms.

You pout. "He's just a bit on the shorter side... Don't discriminate!" Then, when Itto continues to glare at you, you add "Besides, I don't remember you mentioning any specifications on how big it has to be."

Your boyfriend just squints at you. "This is cheating and you know it!"

The smile on your face grows smug. He's so easy to tease, it's adorable. "Sounds to me like someone here is just a sore loser." Itto looks offended at that and you can't help but laugh. The laughing is cut short when you're hit by a snowball flying straight into your face.

Now it's Itto's turn to laugh as you stare at him in surprise. "Since you don't want to play fair, I'm changing the game. We're doing a snowball fight. Whoever goes down first, loses", he declares, making sure to sound extra dramatic. You want to complain, but you already see the next snowball flying at you - Alright then, you'll just beat him at this instead.

What ensues is possibly the most intense snowball fight you've ever had. You're both laughing hysterically as you toss one snowba after the other at one another, neither of you wanting to give up. When you start feeling out of breath, you silently curse Itto for his seemingly endless stamina - You can feel your arms growing tired already, meanwhile your boyfriend looks like he's not even breaking a sweat.

Itto smirks at you. "Growing tired already? It's okay, you can give up", he teases, but there's no way you'll back down now - It's time for your last resort. You abandon the spot you'd been using to avoid Itto's snowballs and instead charge right at him. He's completely caught off guard when you tackle him, causing both of you to falls right into the snow with a mix of surprised screaming and hysteric laughter as you land ontop of Itto.

He wipes snow off his face, looking at you in shock. "What the hell, y/n?"

You just giggle. "You said whoever goes down first, loses. So... You've lost", you declare with a victorious grin.

Itto frowns. "I'm not entirely sure that that was fair but alright", he gives in with a sigh. You smirk, letting your head sink against his (somewhat snow-covered) chest. It turns out to be surprisingly comfortable. You decide to stay like this for a while.

After a few minutes of catching your breaths, your boyfriend pokes your cheek. "Hey, hey, y/n! Ask me what your price is."

You look up at him, now resting your chin on Itto. "Alright. What is it?"

He gives you a wide grin. "The winner gets to have as many cuddles from their partner as they want", he declares proudly," pretty great, hug?"

You giggle. "Oh yeah, that's awesome." Then you lean forward to kiss Itto. "I hope you know that means I'm not gonna let go of you for the rest of the day."

Your boyfriend gently pats your back. "Yup, I expected as much. I'd like to at least go back inside tho... It's getting cold and I'm pretty sure a bunch of snow slipped inside of my clothes."

As much as you'd like to stay with him like this for a bit longer, you have to agree that you're growing cold too. "Fine", you agree with a sigh. "But once we've changed clothes, there's no escape for you.

Itto grins and kisses your cheek. "Alright, deal!"

Kazuha - A walk through the snow

The moonglow reflects off the snowy blanket lying above the forest, causing it to sparkle almost as if the stars themselves had come down to rest in the bed of snow. It provides you with just enough light to take in your surroundings - And what you see is breathtakingly beautiful.

In the middle of it all is Kazuha, white hair shining a little bit too, and you know that if you weren't already head over heels in love with him, this would definitely have been the moment where you would have realized just how much you love him. He looks mesmerizing, almost out of this world, and you can't believe you get to be lucky enough to be with him.

When he turns to you, there's a look of wonder on his face. He tilts his head a little upon seeing your expression. "What is it?" He asks, and you can hear a hint of self-consciousness in his voice. It seems to make him a bit nervous to have you stare at him like this... But it's hard to look away.

"Oh, it's nothing. I was just thinking about how beautiful you are", you admit casually. There's no need for you to try and hide how you feel - Not when it's Kazuha. Not when you'd willingly lay out all your emotions and thoughts of him if he wanted you to, stripping down your soul to let him see the very truest form of yourself.

He looks flustered over your honesty, and you're certain that if his cheeks hadn't already been red from the cold, you could have watched the blush bloom on his face instantly. "Ah... I see", he mumbles, uncertain of what more to say. It's rare for Kazuha to be at a loss for words, and it's endearing every single time.

You just grin as you grab one of his arms and snuggle into his shoulder as the two of you continue on your walk. You grow quiet, the only sound being the soft crunching of the snow beneath your feet. Kazuha, who usually tends to be rather chatty around you, has fallen completely silent and it looks like he's deep in thought. You wonder if it's because he's still embarassed, or if he's musing over another poem of his, but decide not to press him on it.

You're a bit surprised when you reach a small clearing and Kazuha abruptly stops. "Hey", he says softly, nudging your arm. "Look up!"

When you do, you find that the trees around here leave just enough space between their branches to let you look at the clear nightsky. With little to no other lightsources out here, you can see countless stars, far more than you usually would inside a city.

"Wow... It's beautiful", you whisper, unable to take your eyes off the sky.

"Yeah", Kazuha agrees. "By far not as beautiful as you are, though." Upon hearing that, you glance over at Kazuha, who is grinning back widely. You can't help but feel a little flustered by the compliment and you get the sense that this is Kazuha's payback for when you made him feel like this earlier.

You giggle a little, burying your face against his chest while you slip your hands into the pockets of his jacket to hold onto his own hands. You feel how warm he is against you and lean in even closer, suddenly realizing just how cold you are. Kazuha lets out a content sigh, burying his face in your hair.

You stay like this for a while, enjoying each others' warmth until your boyfriend gently nudges your shoulder. "It's getting a bit cold, love. Let's head home and warm up, okay? We'll be able to cuddle even better at home."

Gorou - Traveling

You're sitting in the somewhat packed train on your way home for the holidays. Your head is resting against the window, seeing the evening glow of the sky in the distance, while Gorou is snuggled against your shoulder. You were really lucky to even find a place to sit, the lady occupying this spot before you just leaving right when you entered the train, causing Gorou to leap towards the seats so you could stay there.

Now, you're sharing your earbuds, listening to a Christmas playlist you made not too long ago quietly playing in the background. You feel quite comfortable like this and if you're being honest, you wouldn't mind if time just stood still like this.

One of your hands is resting on your lap and Gorou is holding it between his own, his fingers tracing small patterns against your skin. He seems lost in thought - In fact, he hasn't said a word ever since you both sat down here - but now he finally speaks up, just barely loud enough for you to be able to hear him. "Hey, y/n... Do you think your family is going to like me?"

You kind of expected him to ask that sooner or later. Gorou had happily agreed when you first invited him to spend Christmas with you and your family. He's always happy when you offer to share a part of your life with him, and this time it's no different. But as the holidays grew closer, you observed Gorou grow more and more anxious over the nearing event. "Is that what you've bern so nervous about lately?" You ask, your voice soft. He just shrugs and sighs a little.

You give his hand a reassuring squeeze. "I'm sure they will. What's there not to like about you?"

He giggles a little, snuggling closer against you. "You're only saying that because I'm your boyfriend."

"No, you protest, pressing a kiss on his cheek, " I say it because it's the truth. You're the best and I don't see how anyone wouldn't like you." With that, you pull him into a close hug. One of your hands carresses his his hair while the other is still intertwined with his.

There's a deep red blush on his face as Gorou shyly kisses you back "Well, you're pretty amazing yourself", he mumbles against your lips, then returns to snuggling with you. You hold him close against your chest as you return to looking out the window, watching the outside world pass you by in a light blur.

Thanks so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! Reblogs/Comments are always appreciated, but don't feel obligated to ^^

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dangerous (Yandere!Killua x Reader)

Word count: 2,161

Warnings: Yandere content warning, slight abuse warning, blood warning

The night descended upon you, the air reeked of blood and decay. You weren't even close to the door yet you were afraid to go anywhere near it, but you knew who was inside. He was there, waiting for you, even though you were scared of what was going to be inside the room, you were wise not to ignore his demands for your attention. Killua could be quite the monster sometimes, but never did you think that he would go this far. You were nauseous just thinking about it, and the noxious fumes in the air added on to nausea, but you were still holding yourself together through the pain.

What was on the other side of this door? Who would you see lying on the ground, surrounded by their blood, captured by the embrace of death?

Your hand slowly moved to the door handle. It turned effortlessly and smoothly to your chagrin. Watching the door creep open, it unveiled a new world before you. You had little time to react as your face was blasted with the acrid smell of death, causing you to double over and nearly vomit on the spot. It took everything within you to fight your reflexes, nearly becoming lightheaded from your efforts, but you were able to recover.

"Do you think I'm afraid of hurting you [Y/N]? Do you think that because I am so nice to you that you can walk free, that you can talk to whoever you want, whenever you want when I'm not looking? You took me for granted. I don't appreciate that." Killua. His voice sent chills down your spine. “No,“ you answer him in a quiet voice, “Killua, I wasn’t trying to do anything with them. I only spoke to them for up to a few minutes at a time. I didn't have anything to do with these people!“ It was a sobering thought.

”I just told you why I killed them [Y/N]. I'm not fond of repeating myself.“ Killua stood from his chair. You could see him in the dim light that was provided by the room now that he was closer to you. You could see the veins bulging in his hands, his nails were sharp as you had seen them be before in previous encounters. Blood splatter covered his body from head-to-toe. You find yourself slowly backing away from him, but you knew your lover well, there wasn't any fighting him, there wasn't any escaping him. "Killua," you called his name quietly, your mind surging and trying its best to come up with an excuse that would get you out of this hot mess. You didn't want to die, but you knew he was going to kill you. You didn't want to die because of something you'd thought was only a minor inconvenience. "Please, I..."

"What are you going to say," he was in front of you, his beady blue eyes stared down at your face. ""Don't kill me?" Of course, I wouldn't kill you, [Y/N]. I love you far too much to kill you, don't be ridiculous." He pulled you into an embrace and squeezed you in his arms tightly, his hands stroking down your back and reaching back up to your shoulders. You were hesitant to hug him back but slowly brought yourself to wrap your arms around him. . . feeling the two of you lock together in the embrace, your eyes closing as you brought yourself to lean into him with your head pressing on his shoulder. "Of course, I love you," he whispered.

The air was still and quiet, neither of you spoke to each other and instead held this awkward silence. You knew better than to move away from Killua, you knew better than to fight him when he was so much stronger than you, so you accepted your fate, resting against him like this. It was actually kind of nice after a while, it made you feel like he still loved you.

That was until you could feel his sharp nails burrowing themselves into your back.

"Ah!" You cried out. Your body began to squirm underneath his embrace that only got tighter the more you struggled against him. "Stop STOP! It hurts, Killua, PLEASE!!" You shrieked.

"This hurts, hmm? Am I hurting you [Y/N]? Does it hurt as much as you hurt me?"

Your screaming turned into wailing and sobbing, your body that had been consistently put to the test since you met Gon and Killua at the hunter exam became partially numbed to the excruciating feeling of his nails piercing and digging into your skin. Thankfully he didn't seem to be pushing his fingers any deeper into your body. "N-no, Killua, it doesn't," you sobbed, "I'm sorry for hurting you, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"

"You're sorry?" Killua's hands ceased their assault on your body. He pulled his fingers out of your skin. The numb feeling that took over that area of your body ceased to exist at the moment, and the pain began to flood you from head-to-toe. Your own hands gripped at the shirt Killua wore to somehow relieve the agonizing pain you felt through putting pressure into your fingers. Your body began to shake, but you kept yourself up as best as you could. "yes," you breathed, "I'm so sorry that I hurt you Killua, I won't ever do it again!"

Silence fell.

Killua pulled himself away, his hands holding yours tightly as he looked down at you. "Good," he smirked, "I'll trust you, but just to make sure I'll handle it on my own." He said calmly. He gripped your hand crushingly tight. It was better than the pain you felt in your back, that was for damn sure though. You were dragged effortlessly out of the building that the two of you were in.

On the way out, he ripped off the note on the outside that lured you inside. He balled it up and tossed it aside. Your teeth clenched and grit themselves together while the two of you walked back to your apartment, the pain you were feeling was unbearable, but you knew better than to talk to Killua right now. The sounds made on the trek back would be the sounds of you whimpering and your footsteps colliding with the cement of the sidewalk. The two of you didn't pass by very many people on the way, so there was no one to stop and ask you what was wrong - perhaps that was for the best. You held your silence as the two of you stepped inside the apartment building, your eyes warily looking over to the elevator as he dragged you over to it.

You were scared, scared that he was going to do something horrible inside the apartment once the two of you were in it. As you entered the elevator your body nearly collapsed against his, your body sinking to the floor before Killua's. His hands went to your shoulders as he stared down at you, a shadow cast over his face to prevent you from studying any bright details, as well as rendering his expression unreadable.

"I think I like you in this position." He smirked.

You shook your head, "no, KIllua... please, my back... we need to go to the hospital..." you were tired of behaving like it wasn't an issue. The pain was still there even after ten minutes of putting up with it. "No we don't!" he rolled his eyes as he pulled you up. "I'll take care of you, don't worry about it. Only I should be the one to touch you anyway."

The elevator conveniently came to a stop for him so that he could lug you out of it and drag you to your apartment door. You could feel your body be dragged against his, your legs touching the floor, your injured back coming dangerously close to touching the floor, but your body was too weak to fight against his, you could only cry out at the feeling. "KIllua, please, it hurts!" You whimper, "let me get up!"

"I'll pass~!" the white-haired boy spoke casually as he grabbed the key from your apartment from his pocket. You took this moment to try and lift yourself, but you were only met with the feeling of pain, as his hand tangled with your hair to force you back down onto the ground.

The door opened. Killua dropped your hold on his body and stepped inside.

This... this was the chance, the only chance you would have to run if you were going to run. You were injured and on the brink of passing out, but an attempt of running and hiding sounded better than submitting to whatever would happen inside that room. Your body slowly brought itself to stand with the help of the columns of the doorway. Right as you were able to fully stand, KIllua glanced back at you for a moment. "Go lay on the bed," he ordered you, "I'm gonna go get the first-aid. 'kay?"

You said nothing as he disappeared around the corner. Your body instinctively turned to jet away from the scene as fast as your injured body could take you, finding yourself facing out into the hallway. What am I running for? You had no answer for yourself but anything was better right now then being at the behest of Killua, even if you still loved him you knew that there wasn't any turning back from this point on. ...at least not for you.

Your body tip-toed itself away from the doorway to your apartment and out into the hallway. You began to make your break for it, but you were stopped mid-way.

"Did you seriously think that this was going to work on me of all people?" He asked you, his hand wrenching your shoulder tightly within his grip. "After being made aware of everything that I'm capable of, me, Killua Zoldyck?" There were no words to express the genuine amount of surprise the white-haired boy felt. He was wordless as he pulled you back inside the apartment, this time closing the door behind him and securing you inside with him. You were powerless to fight against him.

"Now, let's go take care of those wounds of yours, shall we?"

He brought you further inside the apartment to your bedroom, where you were originally supposed to be in the first place.

There were chains on the bed. You could see them very well—they stuck out like a sore thumb because they were black against the gray sheets of your bed. "Ki-killua, what is this??" You ask him worriedly, but he pays you no mind as he pushes you onto the bed.

You aren't given time to react. He's already putting the ensemble together on your body. First your ankles, then your arms, and finally your neck are all bound by the same black metal. You wince in confusion, your eyes going up to him. "W-what is the meaning of this?! What are you doing to me?!"

"Seeing as I can't let you wander out without talking to people like only you know how to, I figured I'd take the necessary steps to ensure that you can't run away ever again." He spoke in such a cheerful voice. You were unnerved by it. "You can't do this to me... it's not right," You tried to reason with him, "I don't want to be stuck like this forever!"

"Oh, but I can do this to you, and you can be stuck like this forever! I have the power to facilitate it." He grinned. "Don't worry [Y/N], I won't let it be too lonely in here. I'll make sure to stay with you as much as I can! Like, I'll feed you, I'll bathe you, all that stuff. Like a pet. Only if you're good, though." You looked on in horror while he continued speaking. He seemed to forget what he needed to do at the moment. "Right, I almost forgot! I need to patch up that wound of yours. Hold on, I'm coming back!" So cheerful, so disturbing, you hated every second of it. You watched as he disappeared.

You took this time to look down at the predicament you were placed in. You were surrounded by familiar things, but you were in something unfamiliar: these chains, that you were supposed to be in forever. It was a horrifying thought, being bound to this one spot forever with someone as chaotic as Killua being the one to look over you... he would've been more than willing to have you killed on the spot, you were almost certain of that.

When Killua came back, he was holding a small first-aid kit in his hand, but more importantly, he was holding a large container of rubbing alcohol in his other hand—you already knew where this was going. You swallowed thickly as he came closer.

#killua hxh #killua x reader #yandere hunter x hunter #yandere x reader #yandere #hunter x hunter #gender neutral insert #reader insert

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killuaisaprincess · 7 months

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cast a spell

Killua gasps.

“N-No!”

He rushes forward and grabs Gon’s sleeve, and Gon glances back, his heart flying right out of his chest at Killua’s teary eyes and pout.

“S-Stupid Gon… ‘s supposed to be your t-treat…”

#;windy’s stuff #gonkillu #GON ALWAYS TREATING HIS PRINCESS SOFLTY #CUTE BABEY KI #KI STANDING ON HIS TIP TOES CUTEEEE #KI HIDING BEHIND HIS HAT AHNNNNNNNNN #KI WITH A CUTE LITTLE WITCHES SHOES AND CUTE LITTLE SKIRT #HES SO CUTE 🥺🥺🥺😭😭🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧#I JUST LOVE SOFT GONKI SO MUCH AHNNNN SOFT GONKI #CUTE LITTLE SHY KI 😭😭😭😭🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧😭😭😭 he doesn’t know how to ask for what he wants #and ahnnnnnn #KI GRABBING GON’S SLEEVE ALWAYS #KIS TINY LITTLE HANDS AND PINKIE 😭😭😭😭😭#GON IS A GENTLEMAN 🤧🤧🤧😤😤#KI HOLDING A PLUSH ALWAYS SO CUTE #CUTE SOFT GONKI AHHHNNNN #EATS MY HANDKERCHIEF #KI IS SO CUTE WAHHHHHHHH #KIS SO FRIKIN CUTE SLAMS HANDS DOWN ON TABLE 🤧🤧😭😭😭#CUTE KI CUTE KI MY HEARTTTTT

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bluewhale52 · 3 years

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My Fantasy (M)

Summary: Namjoon has a fantasy he wants to fulfill. You’re more than happy to do it for him.

Pairing: Namjoon x reader

Genre: smut, kinda angtsy and kinda fluffy? Namjoon and OC are friends with benefits

Word count: 4.1k

Rating: 18+/ M/ NSFW. Minors are not welcome here.

Warning: boss - secretary roleplay, breast and nipple play, oral (m & f receiving), face fucking, deep throating, vaginal fingering, unprotected penetrative sex (pls practice safe sex!), multiple orgasm, degradation (Joon calls OC slut a couple of times) soft dom! Joon if you squint, sweet Joon, big tiddie Joon and big biceps Joon because what’s a girl to do when he’s been flaunting it?

Also ON era for Joon reference.

Enjoy, hope you like it 💜

You twirl in front of the floor length mirror in your walk-in wardrobe, and give yourself a satisfied smile.

He’d love this, you think, that you’re wearing just as what he’s asked. The light blue lingerie set is hidden under a cute, lacy shirt and a flowy skirt. You had offered to wear a shorter skirt, one that gives a peep of your ass when you bend over in the slightest. But he refused it- he wanted to leave more to the imagination. And you gladly accept his explanation. It’ll make tonight more fun. You’ll just have to be extra flirty and playful with him.

He arrives five minutes early than the arranged time, as always. You give your place a last look- clean without any sign of personal photos or items, candles with sweet smells of cinnamon-vanilla lit and positioned strategically in your living room. Checking your makeup and your hair one last time, your body tingles as you head to the door.

His tall, lean body fills the doorway easily. He’s grown his hair longer since you last saw him, and you like it. Shaggy strands reaching his eyes, the sides long enough to tuck behind his ears. You’ll have fun tugging his hair tonight. Looking further south, you notice his chest seems broader too, filling his black sweater, making your mouth water. Oh, you’ll have fun scraping your nails on his pecs, all right.

“Namjoon,” you greet him with a sweet, smile, rising on your toes to kiss his cheek.

“Hi _______ ,” he smiles back and gives you a hug. His large hands pressing your back, sending shivers down your spine. He steps into your apartment, and takes a deep breath. “Smells nice in here.”

You hum smugly. “I knew you’d like it.”

“I like what you’re wearing too.” He looks you up and down. “Thanks for letting me pick out your outfit tonight.”

Not just punctual, he’s always so polite and sweet too. That's why he’s your favourite in your little black book.

You twirl for him, your skirt rising slightly above your knees as your turn. “Pretty.” you hear him murmur. But from the way he looks at you, you know pretty is not the only thing he thinks of you now.

You link your fingers with his. “Wine?” you offer.

“If you don’t mind, I’d rather drink you up.” He licks his lips.

Your breath hitches at his action. You lead him into your expansive living room, and direct him to sit on your leather sofa, across from your large flat screen TV. It’s a calculated move; he’ll be able to see his and your reflection there.

Namjoon settles himself on your sofa, and you stand between his spread legs. His hands reaches for the hem of your skirt, fingering it gingerly but with great anticipation. You sway your hips slightly, coyly, making your skirt floats playfully over his hands.

“Are you teasing me, little one?” Your skin burns at his pet name for you.

“Do you want me to tease you, Daddy?” He groans. Still standing, you lean forward towards him, arching your back slightly, to push your breasts to his face.

“Hmmm,” he meets you halfway, you can feel his hard chest against your tummy, he is eye level with your breasts, and his hands have moved up to grope your ass over your skirt. And your panties, you can feel them getting wetter by the second.

Namjoon clears his throat. “Do you mind, if tonight you call me Mr Kim?” he asks shyly.

Now you are sure your panties are ruined.

“Not at all. If that’s what you want.” You tuck his hair behind his ear. Yes, you definitely prefer his longer hair.

“It’s just... it’s been a really shitty month at work, and uh... I’ve fantasized about it for weeks...” he trails off.

You run your fingers through his hair. “Ah, I get it. You want me to be an innocent secretary so you can take advantage of me?” You tease him.

He lets our a nervous laughter, burying his face on your chest. Your heart is beating so fast, you’re sure he can feel it.

“So cliche, isn't it?” He looks up at you. God, you are so weak for this man.

You slide your fingers from his hair down to his shoulders. “Oh, Mr Kim,” you demurely say, “your shoulders are so tense. You must be so stressed out from work.”

“I am, Miss _____ ,” he mouths against your chest, you feel his hot breath through your shirt. “Help me take my mind off work?” His hands are still over your skirt, rubbing up and down your the back of your thighs.

You moan when he suddenly rubs harder, dragging your skirt material up towards your ass. “How can I help you, sir?” You meet his eyes, your voice breathy. This part is not an act, you are truly desperate for him.

He leans back on the sofa, and you almost whine out loud when his hands leave your legs. “You can start by showing me your pretty panties.” His eyes stare at your core.

Putting on a shy smile, you reach the hem of your skirt and slowly pulls it up, until your light blue satin panties are in full view for Namjoon. He exhales steadily, his firm gaze makes you ache for him even more.

“You like what you see, Mr Ki- Ah!” You moan out loud as his finger slides between your legs, pressing onto your slit over your panties. He drags the tip lazily forward, but stops just before reaching your clit.

“Why don’t you turn around, let me see it from the back?” You obediently do as he asks. “Bend over, put your hands on the coffee table.”

You suppress your moan as you get into position. With his legs between yours, he wedges you to stand with feet apart, spread as wide as possible. You bend forward, resting your elbows on the coffee table, silently thanking your daily yoga regiments.

Namjoon flips your skirt over your bottom, and you can hear him shuffling forward. You look up to your TV, seeing your wanton self reflected on the screen. You gasp and close your eyes as you feel Namjoon’s nose poking at your sex.

“You smell so good,” you shudder at his breath over your slit. “And you are so fucking wet. Did I make you wet, Miss _____ ?”

You whimper. “Yes, Mr Kim, you always make me so wet.”

Namjoon flattens his tongue on your panties. You nearly wail at the sensation. “Mr Kim!” Your body jerks forward, but somehow you manage to grind yourself back at his mouth.

His fingers are at the waistband of your panties. “Take them off.”

You straighten up and quickly pull your panties down, your back still to Namjoon, and his hands bunching your skirt around your waist. Then you spread your legs again, and you bend forward, slowly, giving him a full view of your bare pussy and ass.

You swear you hear him whine before he roughly grabs your ass and spread your asscheeks. His mouth immediately latches onto your cunt, tongue greedily pokes into your dripping hole, before it moves upwards to the skin between your pussy and your asshole. You sob his name out loud and your whole body shudders at his ministrations.

“Taste so good,” Namjoon says between licks. “I’m going to eat you out all night.” Lick. “Gonna make you cum on my tongue over and over.” Lick. “Gonna drink you up.” Lick.

“Mr Kim, Mr Kim...” you chant his name like a prayer. “I’m so close...”

“Already?” Amusement clear in his voice. “I’ve only just started, little one. Such a slut, are you, impatient to cum for me?”

“Please, Mr Kim...” you beg, when you feel Namjoon’s mouth leaving your soaking core. “I want to cum so bad. For you.” You look up and catch your reflection, and Namjoon’s, on the TV. You look so desperate. And Namjoon’s reflection smirks at you.

He returns to your dripping cunt, starts to lap up at your juices even more hungrily. His large hands are on your ass cheeks still, fingers digging, moulding your flesh this way and that.

Your clit is throbbing painfully, you can’t believe he hasn’t even touch it since you started. Your legs are shaking more now, you feel the lusty tautness all over your body. Namjoon’s tongue moves up and circles your puckered hole, making you cry out his name. Then he quickly goes back to your wet hole, tongue-fucking you to your orgasm and through it.

Namjoon patiently waits till you come down from your high. He helps you stand up, his hands rubbing all over your body, easing the achiness from being bent over for an extended period of time.

“Are you OK, little one?” He envelops you from behind. You sigh as you feel your skirt floats down to cover your bare sex and ass. You nod.

“That was amazing, Mr Kim,” you answer, still breathless. “You make me feel so good.”

“I love making you feel good, you deserve it.” Groaning against your hair, Namjoon cups your breasts. The lace on your shirt feels rough against his hands. He can't wait to feel your satin bra underneath.

“I’ve fantasised this so many times, little one. Spreading you on my desk, eating your pretty little cunt.” He leans down to nibble on your ear. “You hiding under my desk, sucking me off. Seeing these tits bounce as you ride me in my office. Fucking you against the wall in the restroom.”

You lean back against Namjoon, your juices continue leaking down your thighs. Your heart is pounding so hard against your chest and Namjoon feels it, his hands kneading your breasts harder. You press yourself closer to him, his hard cock poking against your lower back and you drool at the feel of it.

Turning around, you palm and stroke Namjoon’s cock over his slacks. “Can I suck you, Mr Kim?”

Namjoon shakes his head. “I told you little one, I want to make you cum over and over with my tongue tonight.”

“But you’re so hard,” you pout cutely. Namjoon taps your nose.

“You'll get my cock soon enough. After I make you cum again. OK, little one?”

You let Namjoon move you, to sit you on the sofa, your ass close to the edge. He kneels between your legs, instructing you to lift the front of your skirt. Once again bared to him, he swallows thickly. He breathes in the smell of your sex, his mind drunk for you. He can’t get enough. You always make him want more.

Namjoon grabs your legs and lifting them to form an erotic V. You feel yourself pulsate down there, squeezing out arousal to drip down onto your skirt underneath. He dives in greedily.

You’re pretty sure you're howling as Namjoon makes out with your sex for the second time tonight. You’ve never met anyone who loves giving oral as much as Namjoon does, or anyone who is so good at it. His mouth and tongue continuously draw out more and more of your sweet nectar. He gulps it down like a man starved.

Namjoon can feel your thighs shaking again. He doesn’t want you to cum yet. He removes his mouth, and you are about to protest when you see his mouth and chin glistening with your arousal. Raising himself up till he is face to face to you, Namjoon replaces his mouth with his fingers. You gasp as he slides two fingers in smoothly, eased by your natural lubrication.

He kisses you as he fingers you. And your chest contracts at every movement his lips and tongue against yours. You can taste yourself, but you taste him too. Coffee, and something spicy. But there's more. You’ve hardly ever kissed during your sessions; a little peck here and there to say hello and goodbye, but never this kind of kiss when you’re both chasing pleasures, and never this.... passionate.

Namjoon pulls away, panting, breaking the kiss. He looks as affected as you are. “Unbutton your blouse.” He gruffly orders. The squelching sound his fingers in your wet hole fill the air. You undo the top three button of your top then he stops you. He can see the top of your breasts, and the light blue satin material supporting your globe is peeking out. “One more button.”

Namjoon feels weak. You, his sweet girl, are spread open before him like a goddamn buffet. He rests his head between your breasts, feeling your heartbeat on his skin, crazily in sync with his, while his fingers are wrapped tightly within your walls. He licks the top of your breast, just above the bra. Your skin breaks into goosebumps.

Namjoon inserts a third finger, and you squeal. He bites down and sucks on your skin as you clench tightly at the new intrusion. Your fingers find their way to his hair, tugging his strands as he continues to leave marks on your breast.

He pushes down the cups of your bra, freeing your breasts, then he sucks your nipples alternately. With every hard tug from his mouth, you close in sharply on his fingers.

“You feel so good, fuck. Why do you always feel so good?” He mumbles against your globes.

You’re rendered speechless. The assault of his fingers and his mouth on your body is deliciously sinful. “J- Jo... Mr Kim... please...” you beg. You want to cum. That’s all you want right now, to cum for Namjoon.

Namjoon returns to your core, wrapping his mouth around your needy clit, his tongue immediately goes into overdrive flicking it. He adds a fourth finger into you, and his free hand reaches to your nipple to continue tugging and pinching it. You throw your head back, your hands pressing Namjoon’s head tighter onto your weeping sex, and soon your body convulses, your second orgasm hitting you like a truck.

Namjoon lets go of your clit and your nipple, but his four fingers are still pumping into you, albeit at a slower pace. He kisses you again, his body pressing you deeper into your sofa. “Sweet, so sweet,” he says between kisses, “my little one.”

There it is again, the squeeze around your heart. You break the kiss, in need for air, and Namjoon rests his forehand on yours. Slowly, he pulls his fingers out and licks his thumb and ring finger. His pointer and middle finger, he offers them to you.

Eagerly, you part your lips and suck his fingers in. Swirling your tongue around them, you close your eyes as you savour your own taste. Namjoon stands up, taking you along with him. He smiles at your state of undress.

“Bedroom?” You offer, tucking your breasts back into your bra. You leave your top unbuttoned. Namjoon nods.

Once inside your room, you sit on the edge of the bed, Namjoon standing before you between your legs. He strokes your hair tenderly as you work his belt and his slacks, then his boxers.

His long, heavy cock greets you. “May I, Mr Kim?”

“Of course, little one.” At his permission, you kiss the little slit at the tip, sucking the precum off. Then you run your tongue up and down his shaft, before you close your lips around the head to start taking him in.

Relaxing your jaws, you let his length slides deeper, until you feel the head meeting your throat. You whimper, and Namjoon rubs your cheek encouragingly. “Relax, little one, you can take it.”

Controlling your breathing, you push yourself to take the rest of him in, until your nose bumps his skin. Namjoon hisses above you, cursing and praising you at the same time. Wrapping your lips tighter, you pull out leisurely, before taking his hot throbbing member back in.

Namjoon watches you deep-throating him a few more times, enjoying your wet mouth, before he commands you to grab onto his hips. You follow him obediently, and he wraps your hair around his hand. “Ready, little one?” You nod. “Remember to pinch me if it gets too much.” You nod again, unable to speak as his cock still fills your mouth.

Without warning, he holds your head steady as he starts to fuck your mouth roughly. You close your eyes, focusing your throat and mouth to relax as his cock pistons furiously. As Namjoon moans above you, you close your eyes and tears start streaking down your cheek. Your saliva drools out with every thrust, your hands grip his hips more tightly. But you don’t pinch him.

Instead you open your eyes and look up at him. He moans as he stares down your face, his face scrunching up. “God, little one, your mouth is a sin.” You moan against his pulsing member. His hips are starting to stutter, and with a curse he pulls out suddenly.

Still holding your hair tightly, he frenziedly pumps himself. You open your mouth and stick your tongue out, ready to receive him. Crying out your name, his seed spurts out, painting your lower face.

Once empty, Namjoon leans over you, his head on your shoulder as he calms down. “Joon,” you drop your role-play act, “your sweater will get dirty.” You try to inch yourself away to avoid staining his clothes with his cum on your face.

“Mmmm, don’t care.” He mumbles. You chuckle and gently push him onto the bed. Opening his eyes, he watch you as you lick his cum off your lips. “So hot, you always look so hot with my cum on you.”

You see his flacid cock twitch slightly. “Is Mr Kim all de-stressed now?” you coo at him, playing with his hair.

“Not until I get to feel that sweet cunt, little one. Strip for me, make me hard again.”

You stand up, and seductively start to unbutton the rest of your blouse. Once it’s on the floor, you unclasp your bra and hook it around his neck to pull him closer to you for a kiss. He then mouths at your bare chest, but you tut at him. You help him take off his sweater and the shirt underneath, and you finally get to run your hands over his hard pecs. You drag your fingers over his skin, and he grabs your waist. Your skirt is the remaining article on your body. You pull it down, finally fully naked before Namjoon.

You take a step back, out of Namjoon’s hold. You glide your hands from your hips, up the sides of your body, then to cup your breasts. “You like what you see, Mr Kim?” Teasingly, you move your hands down your stomach, then back up around your bosom, to your neck, gathering up your hair, holding it at the top of your head.

Namjoon is hard again, from watching you feeling yourself up. Once his cock is standing at full attention, you step back to the space between his legs. “How do you want me to fuck you, little one?”

“Let me ride you, Mr Kim.”

Namjoon moves back to sit himself against the headboard. You crawl on the bed, towards him. Positioning yourself above him, he cups your pussy. “Hmm, still wet for me, little one.”

“Always, Mr Kim. Only you can make me this wet.” You’re shocked at your own sincerity. But it is true- lately he’s all you can think about.

Bracing yourself on his shoulders, you let him guide his cock into your hole. You sigh as he breaches you, his hands firm on your waist, helping you sinking further down on him. You wince as he bottoms out, he always feels so deep in you. “So full, Mr Kim.”

“I love stretching you little one,” he nuzzles against your neck. “Your tight pussy always takes my fat cock so well.”

You start grinding over him, rolling your hips around while you tighten your inner walls to massage his cock inside you. Satisfied with the groans you elicit from his mouth, you start to move up and down. Little bounces at first, and soon you become greedy. You work your thigh muscles to lift you higher, then to lose yourself down his length.

With every movement, your breasts jiggle right in front of Namjoon. The look on his face spurs you on. Picking up your pace, you ride him harder and faster. Your bedroom is soon filled with the sounds of your panting, Namjoon’s groans, and the slapping of your skin against his.

Namjoon can’t take his eyes off of you. His eyes keep darting from the gradually fucked out expression on your face, to your juicy tits jumping wildly before him, and to his cock slipping so smoothly in and out of you. He is drunk on your sight, your smell, your touch. How his cock is so slippery, coated by your mouthwatering extract. How you breathe his name as you chase your peak.

Namjoon hand slides up to your neck and he closes his fingers around you. Squeezing slightly, you gasp, losing your momentum, and Namjoon slams his hips upwards into you. Your eyes widened, your mouth letting out a silent scream. He pounds into you a few more times, each time harder than the previous one, and he releases your throat once he hears you sob.

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close and tightly to him. “Good girl, such a good girl for me, little one.” He praises you. “Such a good slut for me and my cock.” You mewl.

“I want to fuck you stupid. To ruin you.” Namjoon holds your waist again. His hips thrust upwards mercilessly into you. “To make you want no other cock but mine. I want you to cream for my cock and my cock only.”

You start to cry, he is hitting so deep within you, you’re sure he will split you in half. You grab onto his biceps, feeling the muscles tensing as he continues to pump into you.

“Miste- ohhh! Ooooh! Namjo...” you babble incoherently. The pleasure of being impaled is turning your mind into mush. “Clo.. ooh so close...”

Namjoon sucks your neck. “So am I. little one.” He moans pitifully. “Cum with me, ______, please.”

After only a few more thrusts, your body jerks as you reach your climax. You hug Namjoon as you convulses violently around him, sending him towards his orgasm too. He explodes inside you, shooting his cum deep into you.

Clinging to each other, your sweaty bodies sticky as your breathing slows down and the ringing in your ears disappear. You open your eyes, to find Namjoon’s still closed, and you cup his face tenderly. Exhausted, you nestle yourself in the crook of is neck. His hand lazily rubs little circles on your lower back.

You and Namjoon stay in that position, god knows how long. You’ve never cuddled like this before, this is a new level of intimacy foreign yet not unwelcome. You force yourself to pull out of his embrace, before it gets too far.

Plopping yourself to sit next to him, you break the silence. “That was amazing, Namjoon. The best s-”

“Let me stay the night.” Namjoon cuts you off. Your heart stops. "Let me be more than just a fuck and go.”

You gulp audibly. This is against your agreement, five months ago, when you and Namjoon entered into a mutually beneficial arrangement. No feelings, just sex. That was what you both agreed on. He was just to be a name on your list to call when you feel like it. How did it become more than that?

You tear up. You can’t help it. You can’t deny it felt different tonight.

Namjoon rubs his hands over his face. “I’m sorry, I should’ve kept my mouth shut.” He gets up from your bed. “I thought there was something. I thought I felt something. Obviously I was wrong. It was just my fantasy.”

Dejected, he starts to pick up his clothes. You jump out and stop him. “Joon,” you hug him, as tight as you can, unwilling to let him leave. “It was my fantasy too.”

Namjoon freezes at your confession. Tilting your face up, you look into his eyes. “Stay the night. Please.” you plead.

Dropping his clothes, he cups your ass, and he hoists you up. You automatically wrap your legs around him, your arms around his neck. Carrying you to your bathroom, he whispers, “My sweet little one. My one and only.”

You whisper back, “My Joonie. My love.”

Published 12012021

#thetruthuntoldnet #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts smut #namjoon smut #bts fan fiction #bts imagines #kim namjoon #namjoon x y/n #namjoon x oc #namjoon x reader #namjoon x you #bts scenarios #big tiddie joon #buff joon #noonasinnetwork

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atsuwiee · 3 years

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Hi!! If your requests are open I wanted to request enhypen reacting to having a very short s/o, if that's okay? I'm like 5'0 so I get really insecure about it sometimes 👉🏻👈🏻

Also!! I've been looking through your works and they seem really good, I havent had time to read them fully but when I have time to, I'll definitely give them a read because they look really good!!! Hope you're having a good day/night <33

enhypen with a short s/o!

hi thanks for requesting!

i think i can relate to this lol, i'm on the short side but not really short-

wie woo, i hope you enjoy this! <3

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

heeseung

i think i've said this before but i don't think he won't mind if you're short

thinks it's cute

probably treats you like a baby (as a joke)

but in terms of insecurities, then he'll be quick to comfort you

reassuring you that height is no problem to him

he'll tease often, but if he senses that you don't like it at all then he'll stop

“i'm sorry i tease you a lot about your height, but i want you to know that you're perfect to me”

jay

BACK HUGS-

like because of your small height i'm getting the feeling he'll like back hugging you

and then he'll rest his chin on your head

teases you as well

but still- he thinks the height difference is cute

if he hears other people teasing you about your height he's just like “>:(”

if you feel bad about your height he'll reassure you that height is no problem, and how you're beautiful the way you are

“you're beautiful just the way you are, your height is no problem to me”

jake

giggling little piece of sh– jk, but idk i get the feeling that he carries you

no fr like i guess you fit in his arms (?)

like you're probably standing up doing something and then suddenly wOOSH-

the way he carries ni-ki in some pics, yeah he carries you like that

but if you're aren't in the mood for that, then he'll stop

and if he sees that you're feeling down because of your height then he'll tell you your height is nothing to worry about

“you look perfect to me, so please don't worry– and don't mind what other people have to say”

sunghoon

sunghoon has like long legs– so the feeling of being insecure next to him is not avoided

if he does notice this, he'll ask you what's wrong so he understands

when he knows it's about your height he'll literally go like “who says your height makes you ugly?! >:(”

thinks nothing is wrong with height

i mean sure he has an ideal type but he really thinks it's cute yk

kisses the top of your head:((

also for laughs he'll probably bend his knees to your height lmao

“people who comment about your height are jealous of you because you look much better than them”

sunoo

he has to bend down a bit if you're taking selfies with him-

or sometimes you tell him to bend down a bit so you don't look very short in pictures

because sunoo is like really tall too omg

thinks it's cute when you try to reach his height by jumping

but if he does hear that you feel bad about your height he'll go “don't say that :(”

loves the height difference and thinks it's v cute

“height isn't a big factor to me, so please don't feel bad– because you look so beautiful”

jungwon

feels really bad if you're insecure about your height

because he'll remember the times he'll joke about you being short

or sometimes he teases you by thinking he can't see you because you're too small (pls someone did this to me once T-T)

apologizes and reassures you that he loves you for the way you are

thinks it's cute that you have to stay on the tip of your toes to kiss him

“height to me isn't something a big of a deal, so don't feel bad– i love you for how you are”

ni-ki

this boy likes grabbing your stuff and then making you reach for it

like if you leave your phone to go to the bathroom and come back with riki holding it over his head

so of course you'll try to reach it but he'll just hold it further away from you

but if you actually get annoyed he'll say sorry

and if he hears you're insecure about your height sometimes,, then he'll apologize 10x more

literally feels bad because he remembers all the pranks he does

but you'll tell him it's okay and you know it was just a joke

“i couldn't care less if you're tall or short– i'm literally so in love with you, so i love you either way– also sorry for pranking you:(”

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen headcanons #enhypen x reader #lee heeseung #park jongseong #sim jaeyun #park sunghoon #kim sunoo #yang jungwon #ni-ki #nishimura riki #enhypen fluff #thanks for requesting!

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ferg0s · 3 years

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aggravated battery with a deadly weapon - Haizaki Shougo x Reader

Nsfw // 18+ content

Tw: attempted aggregated battery with a deadly weapon

You knew you had issues when you felt your panties getting wet from being held at knifepoint. Maybe it was the thrill - the surge of adrenaline rushing in your veins - or the effect of years worth of reading questionable fan fiction on the internet. Whatever it was, it wasn’t providing you with the right mindset to deal with the situation.

It happened in a flash - you had gone out to get some fresh air, in the midst of taking in the scenery you heard someone call out for you, it was some scrub trying to get your number - the last thing you remembered was making some snarky remark before you felt him grab your wrist. Your memory blurred, coming back only when you felt the hard surface of the wall collide with your back. You groaned before looking up to see the man standing in front of you - now a small pocket knife flashing in his hand.

“If you can’t give your time, give me your money instead,” He barked.

You didn’t have your wallet on you. You didn’t even bring it with you when you came here. You stared up at him, dumbfounded. You looked like a deer caught in headlights. Your heart was beating hard ageing your rib cage, your lungs struggling to regulate your airflow - and your mind was failing you. You didn’t know what to say - how to react. The man moved in a blur, pressing the tip of the knife against the soft skin of your neck - on your jugular vein. You gasped - hating yourself for liking the risqué situation.

“I don’t want to fuck up a pretty face like yours,” he said as gently dragged the knife down your skin. “So let’s help each other out, hmm?”

He was practically pressed against you, looking down at you. He was tall. Oh my god, he was tall. You stared up at him, the same clueless look on your face; you genuinely didn’t know if he was going to kill you or kiss you, you were leaning for the latter. Butterflies were beginning to wake in your coochie - your thighs clamping shut to try and suppress the feeling. Blood rushed to your cheeks slowly heating them up. You stared up at him - mouth agape, eyes wide open as you held an intense stare on him. What was wrong with you?

He held the stare with you - only his was out of sheer confusion. Why weren’t you scared? Why were you looking at him like that? He still held the knife to your throat - which didn’t seem to bother you. You were unfazed by it, his eyes seemed to interest you more than the literal knife on your throat. The stare was broken when your eyes began to trail down his face- to his lips. He could tell. Something about the bizarre action made him turned on - it reminded him of a porno he had once seen.

The sexual tension was beginning to rise - and you both felt it. You looked back up at him, the same clueless innocent look on your face, but he knew that you were thinking the same perverted thoughts as him. Still keeping eye contact with you, he pulled the knife away and put it back into its shaft before putting it back into his pocket.

It was you who made the first move - getting on your tippy-toes and tossing your arms over his neck to pull him down - connecting your lips onto his as your tongue embraced him. He didn’t waste any time reciprocating the energy - his hands bolting down to the back of your thighs and lifting you up and pressing you against the wall. Your legs locked around his abdomen as you pulled him closer to you. The kiss was feverish; slopping and hot. Your tongues were practically in each other's throats as you felt the taste of him take over your taste buds; a hint of alcohol with the leftover taste of some sour candy. Minty. Too absorbed in the kiss, you didn’t feel him letting go of your hand and reaching down into his pockets against - taking out the knife and trailing back to under your uniform skirt. You felt the touch of the blade against your thighs before you heard a tearing down - the cold breeze of the night gliding down your wet slit. You broke the kiss and let out a moan, pulling his head closer to your neck as he left a trail of hickies on your neck. You felt the sudden tick of the knife hitting the ground, the met blade scraping against the floor. He pulled away from you, his body wiggling as he struggled to take off his pants - his cheeks were flushed, his breathing hard, and his eyes dripping down lust. You gasped when you felt his tip graze on your clit; he ran his shaft through your slit, coating it with a thin layer of your wetness. He pulled his hips back and lined his tip in your entrance - slowly pushing in as he let out a deep groan. The feeling was amazing. You felt yourself stretch to try to fit him in - every vein on his dick brushing against your walls, his tip brushing past your g spot and into your cervix. His head fell down to rest on your shoulder as he began to buck his hips into you - fast and quick. Your hands gripped the back of his head, crawling at the material of his jacket as your nails dug into his back. The constant assault on your g-spot, the thought of being out in the open and getting fuck like this - your eyes snapped shut and you let out a whimper as you bit your lip. The sound of skin slapping skin bounced off the walls and echoed into the night - the sound of the cheers coming from inside the stadium drowning it out. But you heard them, loud and clear.

You were approaching your high. How long has it been? You’d lost track of time as soon as you felt his dick penetrate in you. His pace increased - his thrusts becoming more erratic and deep as his nails dig into your thighs. There was no verbal cue given to indicate that you were at your end; after all, the way your walls were wrapping around him gave him a slight indication that you were getting closer. Your muscles began to tense up, your legs squeezing his abdomen harder, your nails penetrating through the material of his jacket and pressing onto his skin.

It didn’t take long for all that pressure in your body to get let out. You came hard - your wrapping gripping around his dick, sucking his dick deeper in your Pussy, nails scraping up his back as you let out a loud moan. He didn’t stop, his dick continuously hitting your g spot as you rode out your orgasm. The Increased sensation from getting fuck while cumming had your systems fried. Your legs loosened and you felt yourself slipping off as he placed you down on the ground - through your legs were wobbly you managed to maintain a standing position.

Feeling a heavy hand on your head you looked down and saw the rock-hard dick staring up at you. He wasn’t finished. You took his hand on your head as a sign and began to get down on your knees, your face mere centimetres away from his dick. You rested your hand on his exposed thigh while the other went and grabbed the bottom of his shaft - pumping it as your hands twisted around it. It was wet - and very sticky. You took his tip in your mouth, your tongue rolling across his slit as you sucked. Taking more of him in your tongue began to trace around the head of his penis - your other hand giving attention to the places you couldn’t reach with your mouth. His fingers locked in your hair as he slowly thrust in your mouth. You stopped sucking and opened your mouth, tongue forming a base under the bottom of his dick, and you began to bob your head. The sloshy sounds of his tip hitting the back of your throat filled the air - shortly accompanied by the sound of you gagging when you felt him thrust himself further in your mouth. His tip tickled your tonsils as he grabbed your head with both of his hands and adjusted his position.

You tried to regulate your breathing as he faces fucked you - bruising your esophagus as his hips snapped into your face. Without warning, a sudden salty taste flooded your mouth as he thrust a final time into your throat. The thick, warm liquid pooling into your mouth as you tried to clench your throat to avoid it leaking down into your throat. He pulled out and you let took in a deep breath - the cum still pooled in the bottom of your tongue. You looked up at him - his eyes gleaming with anticipation as he watched your tongue swirled around trying to regulate the cum in your mouth. You got the memo and pushed the cum to the back of your mouth and swallowed feeling the warm liquid go down your throat - the warmth of it and the adrenaline mixing together and exploding all over your nerves.

As you panted for air as the man in front of you pulled his pants back up, you realized a very crucial detail. None of the fanfiction you read depicted what happened after an intense sex scene.

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#knb x you #knb smut #knb x reader #knb imagines #haizaki shougo #kuroko no basquet #kuroko no basket #kurokos basketball

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jungkookiebus · 4 years

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Magic Shop pt. 2 | jjk

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: tea shop owner!jjk x reader ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: angst x fluff ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: none, just a bit of sadness and foul language ʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ: PG ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 6.7k sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: you thought after three years the hurt in your heart for your dead husband would sting a little less than it did. in an attempt to clear your mind and start anew, you move to a small, coastal town. there, you find comfort in a tea shop run by a man named jeongguk. every day, at the same time, you come to the tea shop and soon start to fall for the bright-eyed man that listens to you pour your heart out. but the guilt settling in your stomach every time you think of your husband has you running from jeongguk entirely. do you have what it takes to let go?

New beginnings are often disguised as painful endings. -Lao Tzu

“How does this look?” you asked as you turned in front of the mirror. Kyongni sat behind you and meowed loudly. “Is it too much?” You had decided on a summer dress, so it didn’t look like you were trying too hard. She looked at you dismissively before trotting off down the hallway. It was close to her dinner time.

The setting sun was starting to flood your house when you stepped out into the hallway. The air was still, but light. Kyongni sat on your kitchen counter, the sun cloaking her orange coat in golden flame, with her tail swishing lazily.

“I get the hint,” you said as she meowed again. You quickly filled her bowl and set it down on the counter in front of her. You stood, watching her almost in a daze when three soft knocks on your door drew you out of your daydream. Your brow furrowed as you looked towards your front door. Looking down at your phone, you saw that you had fifteen minutes to make it to the restaurant to meet Jeongguk. Whoever was on the other side of that door better just be making a delivery of some sort. Your heels clicked along the floor as you left Kyongni to eat alone on the counter.

Pulling the door open, you were surprised to see Jeongguk, all smiles with a bouquet of flowers in his hand, standing on your porch.

“What are you doing here? I thought I was meeting you?” You were still a bit shocked to see him. He was dressed nicely. He had on dark jeans, black boots, and a long-sleeved white button up.

He looked down shyly as he scooted the toe of his boot across the sand that perpetually seemed to creep onto your porch. He looked up again and you saw the tips of his ears start to redden.

“I didn’t want you to walk there alone.” He quickly thrust the flowers forward towards your chest. “I picked these from my garden.” He seemed like a shy teenager going on his first date.

“Oh!” You grabbed for them before he would inevitably open his fist and let them fall. “Come inside. I was just feeding Kyongni.” You stepped to the side to allow him in.

You immediately went back into your kitchen to retrieve a vase for the flowers.

“These are beautiful, Jeongguk, you didn’t have to ruin your flowers for me.”

“It’s not ruining them when you give them to someone you like.” He wasn’t looking at you as he said it but was instead scratching Kyongni behind her ears, so he missed the small smile on your face.

“Should we go then?” you asked, turning around.

He smiled when he looked up at you. “You look pretty.”

It was your turn to blush now as you looked down. You mustered a shy ‘thank you’ as you reached for your purse. When you turned around from locking your front door, Jeongguk was waiting at the bottom of your step with his arm out, waiting for you to hook yours in his elbow. His smile widened when you complied, and he took the lead as he guided you towards town.

The both of you were mostly silent for the duration of the walk. Wildflowers had begun to bloom, and you still couldn’t get over the ocean views.

“You know,” Jeongguk started softly and suddenly you were afraid of what he was about to say, and you weren’t sure why, “I’m really glad you moved here.”

You weren’t sure what to say. It had been so long since you had been on a “date” or been complimented by someone that wasn’t your husband that your voice caught in your throat and your thoughts scrambled. You stumbled over your words and he smiled as you struggled to say something.

“I-I’m not sure exactly what I expected when I moved here, but I’m really glad, too,” you managed to say.

Jeongguk’s smile could have lit up the darkest of nights, but it was reserved just for you in this moment and part of you wanted to tuck him away, while others fought with your warring feelings. But for now, you were in a perfect bubble. But like all perfect, shining bubbles, its sensitive edges were about to be pierced by the nearest point.

The restaurant was buzzing when you arrived, but Jeongguk had called ahead for a reservation so the both of you were sat rather quickly. He pointed towards the small shaded lamp that sat in the middle of the table and giggled.

“How Ratatouille of them.”

“Seriously?” you snickered as you hid your face behind your menu. You were still laughing when the waitress cheerily came up to the table for your drink orders.

The wine loosened you. You hadn’t touched alcohol in months and now that the sweet red wine was coursing through your body, you were starting to give him more details about your life than you ever had. You had him laughing over silly stories about your childhood, dumb things you and Ki had gotten into, and soon he was cooing over endearing stories about you past pets. Dinner was going better than you had ever thought it would and you felt relieved and happy that you accepted his invitation.

Some time in the night, the music had changed from some current pop music to a more subdued genre that lilted lazily in the background of your conversation. A couple tendrils of music crept into your ears that you recognized with such clarity that you were instantly sober, heat rushing under your skin and caused you to sweat. Jeongguk noticed the change in your demeanor immediately as you sat with your glass mid-air, a shocked look on your face. He slowly sat his fork down and looked at your pained expression in the dim lighting.

“_____?” His voice was low and gentle as if hearing your own name would cause you to explode.

Your eyes shifted to his and you weren’t sure what he saw there but his back was immediately a little straighter as he sat his napkin on the table from his lap. You heard the echo of your own name in your ears again as he spoke a little louder. The blood was rushing so loudly that you could barely hear him. Your hands began to shake, and you suddenly felt as if you were having a panic attack.

It was your wedding song, the first one you danced to.

How had you avoided hearing it after all these years? Maybe the universe had been sparing you and now it was sticking its toe in your front door. Hello, it seemed to say, did you forget about your pain? Shame. A vision of small, white lights lining the trees overhead flashed into your mind. His smiling face as he brought his forehead down to yours, hand in hand, his other on your waist, came into such clear focus that a sob stuck in your throat. How could you have forgotten? How could you have left the most precious moment in your life in the back of your mind collecting dust? You wanted to throw up, you wanted to scream, but all you could do was sit your glass down on the table and finally look Jeongguk in the eyes. You were the ultimate traitor. You willed your tears not to fall. You didn’t want to cry in the middle of a restaurant, but the room began to feel too small and stifling for your liking. You stood from the table suddenly and looked towards the front door before grabbing your bag and weaving between the tables.

“____!” You heard him say your name, but you needed to be outside more than you needed to be in here. If to at least drown out the song so you didn’t have to hear the entire thing.

You didn’t see as Jeongguk shuffled for his wallet, shoved several bills into the waitress’s hand, and apologized before running after you. You reached the door, shoving it open even among the surprised waiting patrons who could see the evident panic on your face. Your feet couldn’t carry you out fast enough as you hit the cool air outside, thankful for the quelling of heat. Jeongguk was fast on your heels as he burst forth from the waiting crowd and was at your side in an instant. You took in large gulping breaths as the tears broke forth and you felt his hand on your shoulder. Quickly, and maybe even harshly, you moved from under his touch and stood in front of him.

“Jeongguk I’m sorry, I can’t do this.” You wanted to scream at the sky and curse the world.

His hands were outward towards you, but not daring to reach. “_____, what happened? Was it something I did?” His eyes were pleading, he looked desperate for an answer as you cried.

You wildly flung your hands between you. “This! Us! I can’t do this. I’m sorry, but I didn’t mean to lead you on, I didn’t mean for any of this.”

You clutched your stomach not wanting to look at him, but you didn’t miss the hurt that flashed in his eyes. He dropped his hands to his sides finally and looked at you for a few moments in silence.

“Would you like me to walk you home?” His voice was so quiet, so devoid of feeling. You knew he was trying to be kind, but something about it made you angry. Even after you did this, even after the way you acted, he was still willing to take care of you in some way.

“Just go home.”

He pursed his lips, nodding. There was so much more he wanted to say, but he instead stood quietly in front of you. He tapped the toe of his boot awkwardly on the ground, head down, before he looked up again.

“If you need me, you know where to find me.” The hurt in his voice gutted you. How could you have been so selfish?

He waited for you to turn around first. You didn’t hear footsteps behind you as you slowly walked into the night.

Jeongguk stood in the same spot until he could no longer see your retreating form, standing in the quiet dark unsure of what to do.

You all but ran home. Tears flowed freely again as your guilt ripped through your heart and stomach. Your chest felt as if it had a million tons stacked on top of it and the food you had eaten threatened to come back up. Kyongni was excited as you opened the front door, but immediately sat at your feet in mild curiosity as your sadness caused you to double over. You sobbed harder than you had in a long time. A pain that you had all but forgotten, but had laid dormant, came rushing back. The same pain you felt when he died screeched in like a predatory bird and sunk its talons into your back. You couldn’t breathe and you couldn’t think straight as you stumbled towards your room, hand finding the wall as you tried to stay upright and not just fall down in the hallway. You could only manage to kick off your shoes as you curled up in the middle of your bed. Kyongni was immediately at your side, purring loudly as her tail flicked back and forth.

You weren’t sure when you finally fell asleep, but your limbs were stiff as sunlight came through the windows. Kyongni was still on the bed next to you, but fast asleep. Your eyelashes stuck together where the tears had dried and your nausea still bubbled in your stomach. The bath you had only made you feel minutely better as you moved through the house with heavy limbs. Outside, the sky was graying over the horizon. The ocean was bringing in a storm. You wanted to roll your eyes, but you felt too tired to even think. You noticed with some disdain that you had left some tea out that Jeongguk had given you a few days ago. You could only manage to put it away and feed Kyongni before you sidled to your couch and laid on your side. Thunder rumbled overhead. The rain began slowly, hitting softly against your window before it turned into a torrential downpour. How had you ended up here after all this time?

You slept on and off through the day. Your feelings varied from empty to so overwhelming that you could barely move. When you finally decided to rise from your couch, the storm had passed, and the sun was setting. Begrudgingly, you stood knowing you needed to feed your cat and yourself. When you were done, you stood in your kitchen looking around as if something would happen. As if something would pop out and say, Hey! Focus on me for a minute and forget! But there was nothing. Maybe a walk. You didn’t think twice as you grabbed a sweater and stepped outside. Stars were starting to form in the now clear sky and the night had cooled immensely. You weren’t sure where you were going as you started to walk and you sure as hell did not intend to walk by the shop. Of course, it was closed and dark, but all the sudden the tea shop no longer held the same magic as it had before. It seemed ominous and foreboding as it sat in silence. Beyond the window, it was black, with only a few plants in sight. The carved wooden door did not seem as whimsical as it once used to. A place that was once a source of hope and warmth was now filled with a steely iciness. Your heart seemed shut off to the idea of joy as if you didn’t deserve it. Instead, a pain and bitterness filled you that left a horrible taste in your mouth. You didn’t want to stand here much longer as you turned to go back home, clutching tightly to your sweater as you experienced yet another loss. The tea shop, and enigmatic place of wonder, was now an empty shell.

The days crawled on. You no longer went to the shop. Jeongguk had tried to text you the next day, but when you didn’t answer, he stopped trying. He had left a bento on your porch, and as much as it pained you, you left it there. A day later, it was gone. He had even knocked on your door once, you saw him through your window, but you ignored him until you saw his retreating form down the path. It was best that you kept all ties cut from him, for him and yourself. He didn’t deserve someone who was like you, broken inside, and you still felt a deep cutting guilt for your late husband. The virtual sessions with your therapist seemed little to help you and even Ki coming in for a weekend only slightly lightened your spirits. He had known your relationship with Jeongguk had grown, gently encouraging it even, and it pained him to see you reeling back into old feelings again. You had gotten angry when he suggested you talk to Jeongguk, so he dropped the subject completely. When he left, you fell into the same pit of depression again.

A month passed. When in town, you tried to take paths that wouldn’t take you passed the tea shop. Once or twice, you had seen Jeongguk in town. Whether he saw you was unknown, but you’d quickly leave wherever you were to avoid him.

What had you become? It didn’t matter anymore. You had lost yourself almost four years ago. What did you expect?

You stared at the boxes that still sat stacked in your makeshift study/library. They were mostly his books and things you couldn’t seem to let go of. His office was his sanctuary and everything in it was like relic to you. As if some part of him would still be present, you were afraid to get rid of any of it. Were you doing any service to him by having it all packed away? You stared at the almost bare shelves save for a few of your own books and sighed. You needed to make a cup of coffee first.

When you had a steaming cup in your hand, you surveyed the room again. All the boxes were neatly labeled so there would be no issue in finding anything. Just the thought of unpacking it filled you both with relief and dread. Slowly, one by one, you began pulling books from a box. Before you noticed, you had neatly put away at least three boxes worth of books. In another box were the framed pictures he had had on his desk. One was of your wedding photo and another was of just you from a vacation to Jeju. He had always kept both within eyesight, sitting behind and to the side of where he usually sat his laptop on his desk. Sticky notes with his various tasks at the time sat stuck together and stacked in the cup he kept his pens in. You felt as if every tear in your body had dried up over the past months, but seeing such mundane things brought back a new quell of feelings. You were sad, but also reminisced on a time when things like ‘email Kim about research grant’ were the most of his worries. Another had a time and location. What for you couldn’t remember. He had also kept the various love notes you would scribble across the orange pad, sticking them to his desk at home and at work.

The box you had saved for last, when the last tendrils of sunlight came through your sheer curtains, was the one you hadn’t really wanted to touch, but you were here and you might as well. His books were precious to him. There was one story that touched his soul and he revisited it over and over. You pulled the flap back on the cardboard and peered inside. Sixteen worn and dog-eared novels sat neatly stacked in the box in perfect order. The epic had brought many years of happiness to him and he would lose himself in the turbulent history late into the night. Several times he had tried to get you to read it, even reading you his most favorite passages, but you had never committed saying that sixteen was too much for you to conquer. The word Toji looked up at you, the watercolor of workers so familiar to you. It was nostalgic seeing it now because the last time you had, it had been in his hands.

You picked up the volume and it felt soft. He had read it so many times that the cover felt like soft velvet beneath your fingers, bending easily as you opened the book and held it to your face, inhaling deeply. For a moment you imagined it smelled like your old home and him when you knew it was just the smell of the old pages. You sat it down and picked up another, just as worn, flipped to the middle and smelled the pages. You felt calm for the first time in a long time. You picked up another and before you could flip further, a piece of folded notebook paper fell from between them. You stared at it as it lay on the floor. There was obviously something written on it. You could see the heavy black ink through the paper and you immediately recognized his flowing handwriting. Why would he leave something in his book? Maybe it was just a bookmark. Putting the book back in the box you bent over and plucked it from the floor and unfolded it. Your hand flew to your mouth when you saw the note was addressed to you, but you had never seen it before. Did he know you would find this here? Had he written it with the intention to give it to you and decided not to? You didn’t even bother to sit as your eyes scanned the paper, immediately wondering what its contents were.

Hello my love,

I hope this finds you happy. I’m tucking this away in the books I always told you to read, but you always said was too long. When you thought I wasn’t looking, I caught you on many occasions skimming through the book, reading a page here and there. I know you wanted to be able to talk with me about it, but it’s okay if you never wanted to read it. The fact that you tried warmed me.

So, I expect you to find this much after my passing. I would like to imagine that you moved out of the city to somewhere nice. I know how much you wanted to live on the coast. Go somewhere where the sun will wake you up each day and the moon lays beside you at night. Meet new people, make new friends, and find new love.

I don’t want to be cliché and say that I want you to be happy but—honestly, I couldn’t put it any other way. You brought so much joy to my life and you have so much love in your heart I’d hate to see you keep it stored between guilt and regret. Don’t be afraid to move on. No matter what you do, or where you go, you will always have my heart.

Now, go get a cat or something. Don’t lock yourself away and promise me that you’ll let love back into your heart.

How wonderful it was to have met and loved you; a thousand paths await your footsteps.

-Hoseok

The tears you no longer thought you had flowed openly. A new foreign feeling hit you like a freight train. A release, an ease of pain you didn’t know you needed overtook and overwhelmed you. It was like he had come back, if just for a second, when you needed him the most and told you exactly what you needed to hear. He had never expected you to feel angry and hurt for so long. He had never expected you to live your life alone because he had gone earlier than you. He had never expected anything from you, and you weren’t sure why you hadn’t seen it before. He had been such a wonderful, forgiving person that you had done him a disservice to think he had wanted this. Of course, he wanted you to be happy. Why had you thought any less?

You suddenly felt terrible for the things you had done; for the things you had said to Jeongguk the last time you had seen him. It had been a few months since you left him in the street. You could apologize but what were you expecting from him? Nothing. You didn’t deserve to even be heard by him, but you needed to try.

Thunder rumbled overhead. As if this couldn’t get any worse. You were already queasy thinking about confronting him, but if now you didn’t go you never would. You didn’t bother changing from your ragged shirt and shorts, only throwing on a jacket as you ran out of your house in just socks and slides.

The wind was violent, twisting trees this way and that as a strong storm rolled in over the waters. You had no business being outside and you weren’t even sure he was home. You tripped once going up the uphill path to his home, knees scraped, but you didn’t notice as you picked yourself back up. Your feet slid in your shoes as the rain began to fall and your extremities felt like ice. Your nose began to run with the cold, breath coming out in soft puffs as you tried to traverse the now rain slicked path. It was coming down in sheets now. Regret coursed through you as you shivered, but the overwhelming feeling to stand in from of Jeongguk and just scream fueled you. You wanted to scream to let out the anguish, but you also needed him to know how you felt. You would probably look and sound crazy as you finally reached his house, but you were desperate. Your blood felt hot and pumped in your ears. You felt relief as you rounded the trees and saw his home lit from within. Nothing you were about to do was rational or normal, but it was going to ease the pain even further. Even if it ended badly.

“Jeongguk!” you yelled from his front yard. You squinted as the rain poured and the wind blew. The door did not open. No figure passed in front of the light. The storm was loud. You screamed again, feeling a release of emotions you had been holding as you shouted half at the sky and half towards him. Your throat hurt and your voice rasped.

His front door came open with such ferocity that you were taken aback with how quickly he ran out onto his porch. He looked like he had been relaxing. His hair was disheveled, and he was dressed as if he intended to stay in bed all day. Your hands were at your sides in fists as you willed your body to stay up and stay warm.

“_____?” he shouted as he looked through the driving rain. “What are you doing out here?!”

He hopped off the porch and into the rain and ran up to you. He didn’t think twice as he seized your shoulders.

“You’re going to make yourself sick why are you in the rain?” He didn’t ask where you had been, why you had ignored him, or anything of the sort. His only concern was that you were out in the cold and rain crying. Water dripped from his hair and soaked through his clothes, but he stood in the rain with you looking directly into your face. “What’s wrong?” No sense of animosity or disdain colored his features. He looked genuinely concerned as you sobbed in the deluge.

“I-I’m so s-sorry,” you choked out. Your hands were fisted into his shirt, clinging to him desperately as if he would go back into the house and leave you here.

His hands moved to your wrists and you were abruptly afraid he was about to pry your fingers from him. You looked up at him in panic as your fingernails dug into your own palms through the fabric. His face softened and his grip on you was loose.

“Please come inside.” Lightning flashed overhead as the rain began to fall even harder. You only nodded as he all but pulled you into his house.

You shivered and dripped water on his floor.

“I’m s-sorry,” you said again as you shivered.

“It’s just water let me get some towels and dry clothes.” He was fast as he took his stairs two at a time and before long, he was back down with large fluffy towels and clothes. He wrapped one around your shoulders and began to rub up and down your arms as you shivered. You could see his own bottom lip trembling slightly as he focused on you.

You grabbed the towel and stopped him. “I’ve got it. You’re cold, too.”

He stopped for a second as if thinking before he nodded and grabbed the other towel.

“Here,” he said when you were no longer dripping on his floor, “bathroom is right there. Go put these on.”

He handed you soft sweatpants and a sweatshirt before you walked in the direction he pointed. When you came back out again, he was in the kitchen, in dry clothes with his long hair still drying, busy with a couple of mugs. He smiled when he turned around and slid the steaming cup across to you. The smell of warm milk and honey reached your nose and you instantly relaxed as your hands wrapped around its warmth. You could feel his eyes on you. You had seen the way he searched your body when he ran outside, afraid that some physical harm had come to you. But now that you were here in one piece, his eyes felt as if they were piercing through you and seeing everything. He remained quiet as you both drank in silence until you finally set your mug down. He mirrored your action as he stood across the counter and waited.

“First,” you whispered. You still shivered a little despite the warmth you felt. “I understand if you don’t want to listen to any of this…” He shifted his weight from one foot to the other but didn’t say anything, so you took that as your cue to continue. “But I want to apologize for the way I’ve been acting.”

Silence filled the void between you. He was waiting for you to finish. You figured he wouldn’t interject but part of you wished he would say something.

“I feel…this heavy guilt in my heart. Hoseok was my first love.”

It was the first time you had ever mentioned his name to him. Out of all the things you had told him, you had kept that part of your heart hid away and guarded.

“I met him so young. It was almost as if I grew up in love with him. His love was all I knew and he so kind, and soft, and thoughtful, and…” For once, talking about him felt therapeutic. “He showed me what true love felt like. He opened my eyes to so many things. He supported me in whatever I wanted to do. He was perfect for me in every way.”

Jeongguk stayed silent but attentive. The steam that once wafted from his cup dissipated as the milk grew cold once more.

“He was sunshine personified. Whenever he was in a room, everyone would smile, no matter how down they felt. He could talk to anyone and make a friend. He was so smart. I don’t think there was one person that saw an enemy in Hoseok. I was so excited to start a family with him.” Your thoughts drifted again. The hardest part was the babies you never got to hold. “But I think I have finally accepted his death.”

Jeongguk seemed afraid to move or breathe when you finally mustered the courage to look at him. His eyes were wide as he listened to you.

“I was so caught up in my own grief that I didn’t stop to think what he wanted. Yes, I know, he was dead. But what he wanted, alive or dead, was for me to be happy. It was like his life purpose was to make me happy when all he had to do was simply be in my presence. I was selfish because I felt like my happiness had been torn from me when he had never left. I had small pieces of him everywhere around me. I ignored it all and let the sadness consume me.”

What you were going to say next would make or break anything that happened tonight. Whether it ended in your favor or not, having it off your chest would help you sleep at night.

“Then I met you.” You smiled as you looked at him, eyes shining in the overhead lights. “You seemed to know me better than I knew myself. You pulled me out of that cloak of depression, and I was so fucking afraid that I just left you with no explanation. You started showing me a different kind of love, even though it was friendship at first and it scared me. I felt like I was betraying him by experiencing this new feeling. You never did anything wrong. You befriended me when you didn’t have to, and you were patient with me as I came out of my shell and I took advantage of that. You don’t deserve anything I did to you, Jeongguk.”

His lips were pursed, and concern was evident on his face. He seemed as if he were struggling for something to say.

“I can fully say now that I do love you. I realize now that I have loved you for a while, but never wanted to come to terms with it. I understand if you don’t reciprocate those feelings, but I just need you to know that and how sorry I am.”

Silence fell between you again before he sighed heavily. You braced yourself for rejection.

“It was wrong what you did,” he began. You felt the sting but knew you deserved it. “I was so worried about you. When you started ignoring me completely; leaving the food, ignoring my texts…fuck, ____, I even went to your house and knocked on your door. I spent days sick to my stomach. When I finally saw you in town one day, I was able to breathe because at least I knew you were still functioning and alive—” His voice broke for a second. Every bit of hurt he was dealing you right now was deserved. “I let you go. I’ll admit that I let you go.”

This was what you deserved.

“But god dammit,” his voice broke as he began to cry, “if I were to say I didn’t love you that would be the biggest fucking lie I ever told.”

All at once you felt relief, but also a deep-seated fear. Just because he said he loved you did not mean he had forgiven you. You wanted to look away as he cried, the tip of his nose turning red. You didn’t know how long you’d have to make up for this, if he gave you the chance at all. His tears fell for a few seconds and you had to resist the urge to reach out and brush them away. He sniffed as they dried before looking at you.

“I need time. I need time to take all this in and think about it.”

You nodded sadly. This was the least you could do for him.

“You can stay here tonight. This weather is too bad. I’ll set you up a place to sleep, okay?”

He didn’t look at you as he left the kitchen to prepare the extra room.

That night, your sleep was restless. It was filled with nightmares of Jeongguk screaming at you and others where Hoseok were still alive. Once again, the horrible nightmares you had escaped, slowly crept back into your life.

Four years later

The day was dreary, just like you felt. The rain was a mist as it came down on your hair. You could feel it frizzing instantly and you felt gross as it began to slowly permeate your clothes. Everything hurt. Your feet, your knees, your back, your shoulders…you name it, it hurt. Your depression was a little worse today; the pain only amplified it. Your doctor had changed your medication, safely, saying it was normal to feel this way, that you would make it through together. She was such a good doctor. You sighed heavily, shifting the bag in your hand as you walked. There weren’t very many people in town right now because of this disgusting weather that sat over it for the last two days.

Things had gotten better. You were still in therapy working through all your issues in life, but things really had gotten better. Just the blues right now. Something that would pass. You had been through it before. Your good days were starting to outweigh your bad. Now that you were so close to the end.

You pressed your hand against your back wishing there were someone there to punch it for you. You really should have brought an umbrella.

You trudged wearily out of town and closer to home, wishing maybe to have taken the car if it were only a five minute drive. But you had insisted that a walk is what you needed.

Wrong.

Your home rose ahead of you finally and you sighed in relief. The lights were on and you knew it would be warm inside. You used the last bit of your tired strength as you pushed open the door and stepped inside. Something smelled good.

Kyongni greeted you with a series of meows as she wove in and out of your legs.

“Oof, Kyongni, hold on,” you said as you struggled to bend over and pet her head. She purred contentedly as you scratched her ears and neck. “I gotta go deliver these.” You stood as straight as you could, closing your eyes for a second, and letting the air out of your cheeks. When you had convinced yourself to walk again, you stepped into the kitchen.

Jeongguk was at the stove stirring something in a pot when you walked in.

“It started misting again?!” he said in surprise as he turned around and looked at you. He walked over to you quickly and took the bag. “I’m so sorry, I could have driven you there.”

“No big deal. I had no idea.” You moved slowly over to the large armchair by Bungeoppang’s hammock and fell into it. “Just kinda put a damper on my mood I guess.”

“Well, I’m making you some soup. It’ll also help with the queasiness.” He grabbed a couple of the things you had bought from the bag, added it to the pot, and was soon dolling out the savory smelling dish into a bowl. He grabbed a pair of chopsticks and a spoon before he carefully carried it towards you and sat it on the side table next to you. When it was delicately placed, he slowly moved, hovered over you as you reclined in the seat willing your body to relax. His hands came down gently on either side of your swollen belly. The baby moved a little as Jeongguk pressed a little harder and his laugh was light.

“He’s happy,” he commented.

“He heard your voice. He was still on the way home, thankfully. My back is killing me.”

“I can massage it for you after you’re done eating, but you need to eat.”

He leaned down and kissed your stomach before he placed a quick one to your lips. Then he left you to eat while he cleaned up before serving himself. You watched as he moved around the kitchen. The years had been kind to him. He kept his hair long, which you loved. The tea shop was still thriving, and you couldn’t wait for the day when your son was old enough to share in Jeongguk’s passion.

Hoseok’s sixteen volume saga was now put away nicely on the shelf in your home, having moved in with Jeongguk after dating for a while and then eventually marrying. Tucked away in its pages sat the note he had written and from time to time you would take it out, unfold it carefully, and read the words lovingly. A thousand paths did await your footsteps, but the one you stood firmly on now was clear and full of bright sunlight. Your first wedding song did not bring the sadness it once did, you listened to it with a deep fondness, usually in private on days you missed him the most. Now, you had a new wedding song that could lift your spirits on some of your worst days. You were married to a man that did not feel like he needed to replace anyone but loved you fully for your flaws and past. The love you felt for Jeongguk was insurmountable, new, different, and everything you needed.

It had all started with what felt like magic, a tea shop settled oddly, almost at an angle between two buildings. It gave off a magical aura with its soft, gray brick, glass rippling with sunlight. A green door with intricate wood carvings greeted you as you pushed it open. You still remembered the spicy smells from that day, but what you remembered the most was a boy in a soft sweater, hair falling into his eyes as he greeted you with a bright hello.

#bangtanarmynet #ficswithluv #btswriterscollective #jungkook #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #magic shop #update #jungkook x reader #reader insert #nonidol!au #teashopowner!jjk #bts fluff #bts angst

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nevaryadl · 3 years

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Jacqui and Takeda take their daughter around to practice saying her family member’s names, part 1 cw: long post/, happy crying

Of course Hanzo heard Takeda and Jacqueline. Of course he heard that they had their daughter with them. Years of training had made him hyper keen and sensitive to changes to his environment, not to mention they were not exactly subtle about being there. So of course he knew they were there.

And then their daughter came rushing over to him. He turned to address the dear, this adorable little two year old girl, clutching a 'mummified' teddy bear in her tiny little arms and looking up at him expectantly. It was strange that Jacqueline and Takeda were hanging back, watching while grinning, but not something he thought of too deeply as he bent down to be level with this sweet child, giving her a smile.

"Hello, little one," He smiled fondly.

The sweet child turned to look at her parents, the two making motions for her to get closer while still grinning, before she turned back to him.

"Granpa Hanno!"

Hanzo balked and then failed to think or speak properly for a few seconds, because this sweet child just called him...

"Hey sweetie, Grandpa Hanzo is looking a little glassy eyed," Jacqueline said, her and her husband having joined them. "I think he has a boo-boo. Wanna give him a kiss to make him feel better?"

The little dear just nodded before bouncing up, standing on her tip toes and give his cheek a little kiss and that was it. Hanzo sat on his ass and put his face in his hands and felt his heart swell past capacity and a strained noise escaped his chest, while Takeda and Jacqueline stood there and grinned and the little one just looked confused.

~*~

"... The Takahashi-Briggs child is back," Mileena rumbled out.

The little girl, clutching a teddy bear with a blindfold, came rushing over to her. She bent down low, a poise meant for a pounce of strength, but one that this little plump looking human seemed to think was entertaining. She watched as this child came up close to her, surprisingly brave and bold for her age, looking at her while clutching her toy to her chest. It only took a sniff and looking up to see her parents a small distance away, smiling mischievously. What were those two planning--

"Aunt Millie!"

Mileena processed that for a second, before letting herself fall into a sitting position on the floor as this little human just smiled at her, looking pleased, proud and expecting. This little human just... her...

"Oh, you are Takeda and Jacqueline's daughter?" Kitana said, coming up behind her and stooping down to be on level with her and Mileena, still processing. "Hello little one, how are you?"

"Aunt Kit--Ki-- Aunt Kitty!"

Kitana paused, and then let herself ungracefully sink into a similar sitting position, the two sisters staring at this adorable little human that was beaming up at them quite cutely as they just sat there and stared at her. And while it was only a moment, it was long enough for Sindel to come by. And of course, seeing the little one, she bent down to say hello.

"Hello my dear! How are you?" Sindel cooed sweetly.

"Gram gram Del!"

Sindel put her hands to her mouth and then sank down to sit down with her daughters.

"... So, baby girl has a kill count already... neat," Takeda said as he looked at the three Edenians that had just been one-hit KOed by their baby girl.

"... I think we need to stay a hot minute, pretty sure Sindel is about to start happy crying," Jacqui hummed.

~*~

Johnny heard little feet coming in hot at him. He looked away from his phone and sure enough, there was Jaq-Jaq and Tech's little squirt rushing through the Special Forces yard. She was holding the polar bear teddy that Snowman had gotten her as she came rushing up to him, pausing before him and then using one arm to hold her toy and using the other to reach up and make grabby hands at him.

"Hey squirt! It's my fave kid," Johnny grinned, bending down to scoop her up and hold her. "How the heck are you? Actually, where are you parents? Usually you can't get more than a few feet without them--"

"Granpa John-e!"

"Oooh god, oh god, that's why you're out by yourself, oh lord," Johnny croaked out, eyes already stinging because oh god that was the cutest fucking thing ever. And the little squirt was just beaming at him, proud of herself and so was he because oh lord this adorable little girl.

"We're going around one hit KOing everyone," Jacqui grinned as her and Tech finally joined them, Johnny using the back of his hand to scrub at his eyes.

"Evil, evil twerps," Johnny snorted.

"No, evil is this. Hey baby girl, I think Grandpa Johnny has a boo-boo, wanna give him a kiss to see if it helps?"

Their little girl nodded and leaned forward to give Johnny a cute little kiss on his cheek and Johnny was down for the count, sitting on the ground while holding a confused little one and Jacqui and Takeda laughing.

#mk #Mortal Kombat #Jacqui Briggs/Takahashi Takeda #Takahashi Takeda #jacqui briggs #Hanzo Hasashi #Scorpion (Mortal Kombat)#Mileena (Mortal Kombat)#kitana (mortal kombat)#sindel (mortal kombat)#johnny cage #long post/

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honeypirate · 3 years

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Best Friends

Sugawara x Fem!Reader

unedited

“Hello” you say softly and the light haired boy in front of you turns around with a smile “oh hello! Can I help you?” You smile at his friendly face “yeah I’m looking for the volleyball gym?” He chuckles “that’s perfect! I’m going there too, I’ll show you the way! Are you looking to be the manager?” You fell in step beside him as you talk and walk, from that day you and Sugawara were practically inseparable. He joined the team and you became a manager with Kiyoko.

꧁꧂

“I can’t believe we’re third years” you say as you sit down next to Suga in the cafeteria, Asahi, Daichi, and Kiyoko there as well. “I feel so old” Asahi says as he takes a bite of his lunch. “We’ve been third years for a few months now,” Kiyoko says, like it’s supposed to not feel bad anymore. “Yeah well, I still feel old” Asahi says and you laugh, you’re all teens still but it feels like you’re reaching the top of the mountain now, where the other side is waiting to show you all your different paths. You didn’t feel ready yet.

Your hands start to mess with the frayed hem of your skirt, your thoughts elsewhere as you stare down at your unopened soda. Suga reaches over, placing his right hand over your hands gently. When you look over at him he just smiles softly, like he knew the train your thoughts were taking and wanted to let you know he was there for you. You smile up at him, he nods once as you reach up to begin eating your lunch. Suga’s hand stayed against your knee, the warmth from his palm sending tingles down your spine.

꧁꧂

Your friendship with Suga was always comfortable, always easy to be with him. The last two years were some of the funnest you’ve ever had because of him and the volleyball team. Even if volleyball hasn’t been easy, it was always fun for you because of Suga and your third year group. you couldnt help but crush hard on him, he was sweet and thoughtful. He truly cared about everyone genuinely and you couldnnt stop the way your heart lights up for him brighter than you’ve ever felt before. He made you feel special even if he was just handing you an extra pencil, it was in his eyes.

꧁꧂

Suga didn’t start acting more friendly with you until the beginning of third year, or at least that’s when you noticed it. You ran into him in the hallway and he was the one to pull you into a hug, holding you tight against him as he laughed, telling you how much he missed you during the break. He started placing his hand on your lower thigh or right on top of your knee if you sat next to him. it wasnt sexual, wasnt naything really, just a warm soft touch to ground himself and you didn’t mind it. You thought it was sweet but you convinced yourself that it was just friendly, even if you hadn’t had friends treat you like that before. but you couldn’t deny that it was another thing that made you feel special to him.

꧁꧂

“You know he likes you...” Kiyoko said as you studied on the floor of the gym before practice and you laughed “who?” she smirks and you laugh again “you must be mistaken... No one likes me, Ki” Kiyoko gives you a look and you stop laughing “who are you talking about?” You say and swallow hard and she smirks “tell me. Please” you say and clear your throat. She closes her notebook “Who do you think?” She looks right at you and you feel your cheeks flush as one person flashes in your head. No. It couldn’t be him. “Well I’d guess Tanaka or Noya but they seem to be very dedicated to you” she sighs and flicks her hair behind her neck “who has been even more friendly to you this year? Touching your knee, hugging you more,..” your eyes widen and she nods with a smile “Sugawara?” You whisper and she nods again, a smile on her lips.

꧁꧂

“Speak of the devil” Suga says as he walks in the gym, coming and crouching next to you with a smile. “Talking shit about me again, Y/n?” he asks with a chuckle, reaching out and tucking your hair behind your ear. You freeze, your breath catching in your throat as you look at him, wide eyed and confused. “Uhh.. well” you chuckle and try to get your bearings “you know me Suga. always talking” you laugh awkwardly and he laughs while looking at you funny, it isn’t what you do, you’re not a shit talker, and that was a terrible said joke, so flat. He gave a look to Kiyoko that said ‘what’s going on with her?’ Kiyoko smiles as she starts to pack up her things “I just got done tutoring her, she came to some revelations,.. But i suggested she ask you to tutor her since I don’t seem to be helping much”

Suga looks back to you with a wide grin “of course! You’re my best friend, obviously ill help you!” Daichi calls for warm ups and Suga is up and gone, leaving you to clean your things up with Kiyoko “not him. no . you’re wrong. He calls me his best friend. I'm obviously just a friend to him” Kiyoko laughs, sending you a look that says ‘he told me himself’ but she doesn’t say, and you don’t press her, you’d rather just convince yourself you’re right. He’s Suga for crying out loud! you’ve seen his fan girls at school, there’s no way he would choose you out of all those pretty girls.

Kiyoko rolls her eyes, she can tell you dont believe her but she did her job, she told you, it’s not her fault Suga wouldn’t drop the best friends thing, Kiyoko had told him that you were dumb and that you’d think it was a friendzone. But he said no, it’s way to show her i think we’re close. It’s a good thing to be best friends before a relationship. Not Kiyoko’s fault you were a bit clueless and ditzy. But maybe Suga will confess now that he’ll be tutoring you, and if you say you don't need tutoring you’ll be honest with him and he’ll tell you the truth. Either way, not her problem anymore.

꧁꧂

After you finish cleaning up after practice you throw your back pack on your shoulder before heading outside to wait in the cool air for the team to go get some buns. Kiyoko is on the phone a little ways off, facing the other side of the school as you wait near the bottom of the steps for the team. You tapping your toes as you sand just what was going through your head “i’m so hungry i wish these boys would hurry my stomach in a flurry needs some meat buns meat buns meat buns” turning into you doing jump lunges towards Kiyoko while you were chanting meat buns. Before you know it, Noya, Tanaka, Hinata and Suga are standing around you, copying you perfectly as you jump alternating legs forward as you alternate arms up in the air, all chanting “meat buns” as Kiyoko shakes her head with a soft chuckle.

꧁꧂

At the table eating a bun, your talk with Kiyoko was gone from your head, all that resided in your brain was steamed pork buns; nothing else mattered. You look up at Suga when he chuckles next to you and you raise your eyebrows “what’s so funny pretty boy?” you ask and he laughs again “so cute” he whispers and then reaches out, wiping the corner of your mouth with his thumb before popping his thumb in his mouth, licking it off as he turns his attention back to what Daichi was saying.

Your eyes glance in Kiyoko’s direction and she’s just smirking, she saw it all. Her eyes say ‘what did i tell you?’

“When do you want have a study session?” he asks and you swallow hard “i..i..um” you struggle through words, not knowing how to act after that action. You felt so flustered until his hand rested against your knee gently, it was like that cleared your whole head. You take a breath and look back up to his eyes “how about tomorrow after practice, we can stop and get some buns and then go to..”you think of your crazy family “would it be okay if we went to your house?” you cock your head and he chuckles “yeah that’s no problem. Tomorrow after practice, buns and biology” you chuckle and your hand reaches out, attempting to take a hold of his but before you can his hand has moved to pick up a bun, your knee cold from the lack of his warmth now. “It’s a date” you say quietly and your cheeks flush, turning to Asahi on your other side and asking about his hair care, not noticing the way Suga’s ears turned red and the way he looked at you after you called it a date.

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His room was clean, and even had a candle lit in the window. It smelled nice and was super organized which impressed you, but the smell of lavender bergamot did nothing for your nerves. You felt so anxious! Probably because you didn’t need it but oh well, you didn’t know how to tell him that so you would play along. You stopped by to get some buns, then headed straight for Suga’s, it was easy and comfortable. But now that you are in his room, sitting beside him against his headboard, you feel nervous and your hands are shaking as you scribble new flashcards

“Do you know why I like this marker?” he asks suddenly, his notes forgotten in front of him. “Why?” you asked as you looked at the black marker he had. He reaches over and takes your hand softly, bringing it over to him and bringing the tip down to your skin “It’s clear for the most part so i can see what i'm doing through it. So i can underline perfectly. Or draw” you pull your left hand back and see a cute heart on the fleshy part beneath your thumb.

“Oh my god” you say and and he looks up at you, worry flashing in is eyes “what?” he asks and you chuckle once before raising your eyebrows “you ARE flirting with me”

he chuckles softly “thanks for noticing” you stare at him with wide eyes for a few moments, in shock that Kiyoko was right and you didn’t believe her. He smiles and bops your nose softly, your eyes flinching before you laughed and held out your hand for his marker which he places against your palm gently.

“How long?” You ask as you reach for his hand, “how long what?” He asks as you thread your fingers through his, your heart racing and fireworks dancing across your skin “how long have you been flirting with me without me noticing?” You bring the marker down to his skin, just across from the heart he drew on you, drawing a matching one. “Since the Date Tech game last year” your head snaps up “that long?!” You groan “I thought you were just being friendly. You kept calling me your best friend” you hold up your hand with the marker and do air quotes with your fingers “I thought that meant you knew about my feelings for you and you were being obvious about friendzoning me” your fingers touch the ink on his skin, checking to see if it was wet still but finding it dry so you squeeze his hand tighter “wait. . .” he whispers and you look up to his eyes again “wait what” he laughs once and raised his eyebrows “your feelings for me?” He asks and you nod “I’ve had a crush on you since that first day when you showed me to the gym. We’ve just always clicked. I thought you knew and just wanted to stay best friends” he squeezes your hand and then pulls you into his chest with his other arm “I’m sorry. If I had known of your feelings I would have done something sooner. And I like truly knowing someone before I get in a relationship so yes you’re my best friend but I want so much more with you” he kisses the top of your head and you pull back, reaching up to bury your hands in his soft hair.

“I should probably tell you I don’t need a tutor” you whisper and he chuckles, eyes never straying from yours “That was Kiyoko covering for telling me you liked me. I can’t believe I didn’t believe her.” His nose brushes against yours as he raises his hands to rest against your neck “oh! Well, I’m glad we don’t have to study right now then” he says with a chuckle and then his lips brush yours and you gasp softly before smiling and pressing your lips to his, his thumbs brushing across your skin sending electricity down your spine.

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Going to bed that night you noticed the black smudge of a heart on the side of your neck, having rubbed off from his palm, along with several other budding purple marks he left across your skin. you reach up and brush the marks, memories of the night flashing through your mind as you squeal, filled with happiness and excitement as you run back to your bed and bury yourself under the covers, knowing you wont be able to sleep with how active your mind is, too busy reliving the experience to sleep, too busy being excited about seeing your boyfriend the next day.

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