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scriptseekstories · 2 months ago

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Queen Bee’s Hive

Chapter 6- Park that Car, Drop that Phone

A/N: Gang I promise on EVERYONE’S life that this is the legit 😭 🙏🏽 sorry it took a while I was simply not on this astral plane fr fr

Mourning for someone who was right there in your home yet you never knew was strange in such a horrible way. It brought more devastation that you wanted to feel grief to make yourself feel like you've been a part of that person's life.

Yet when it came to you, everyone wanted to at least try and make themselves feel better to think they were a part of your lonely existence. But the only memories were ones with your sad eyes with tears.

The return to the Bat Cave was silent, Dick having to drive as Bruce refused to let go of your corpse. Barbara and Alfred were awaiting in the cave, the former Batgirl clutching her chest as Alfred practically ran to the Batmobile as it barely had time to park itself.

It was hard to watch the life leave from Alfred’s eyes, how he still had a sliver of hope that he would bring your back, but seeing your mangled body… He truly lost you.

Alfred didn’t speak to any of them, only rushing forward to pry your corpse out of Bruce’s arms. Despite the broken noise he let out, Bruce ended up letting go of your cold fingers slip away form his gloved hand, a symbol of the fact he was still Batman, Batman who failed your mother and now you.

Alfred let out all the broken sobs he kept inside, his weak knees collapsing under him as he held onto you while mumbling “My baby” over and over. It tipped the others off the edge as they let tears pour down their faces, some even choked on quiet sobs.

The manor was cold, silent, and dead. No one wanted to do anything, how could they? They lost their sibling, and the worst part was that they didn’t knew you well to even remember good moments.

Bruce refused visits from Selina and the Justice League, leaving them confused as to what happened that caused the Wayne Family to mourn. Not even Talia could try and comfort Damien for information, it was as if they all shut down.

It took two days to arrange a private funeral. Bruce wanted your body to be right next to Martha and Thomas, but Alfred demanded for you to be right next to your mother. The graveyard was closed off for them, the Justice League were made to ward off any potential threats of paparazzi lurking as rain began to pour.

“You all have no right to speak at their grave,” Alfred hissed lowly at them when they left the Manor. The kids didn’t heard him, but Bruce gave a slow nod, looking like he hasn’t slept in ages.

“(Name)… Raine,” Alfred already began to choke up, “Their only wish was to belong within a family who saw them as one of our own, yet not even I had the chance to show them that they belonged,” The rain poured over their umbrellas that seemed to mock them.

“And it seemed no one else gave them a slight chance of hope that they were family…” Dick looked away, Tim and Jason stared down at the ground, Damien looked lost, Cass and Steph stared at each other before avoiding eye contact, Barbara closed her eyes as Bruce clenched his umbrella tight.

“Did we not feel the pangs of accountability for the open wounds in their heart? How are we supposed to protect and heal Gotham when you couldn’t even kiss their own scars? Does it hurt to know your indifference led to the tragedy of… of my child?” He didn’t even want to give the title of father to Bruce.

“Yet… I riddled myself with shame knowing that all these years… I could’ve raised my voice for them to shout how they feel. I should have shattered the silence that consumed his voice, yet I was nothing but a bystander…” Alfred felt the most guilt as he had the chance to show them all how truly a wonderful kid you were.

“You all had chances to embrace them, understand them, to open your arms and see how much they needed you, yet you all wrapped yourselves in your own worlds, never truly stopping to understand how despite their lack of fighting skills, they were the strongest of all,” He stopped at the foot of your grave, just wishing that you’re simply in your little hammock in your dingy room.

But you were gone.

“M-May Master (Name) find the peace in death that they were denied in life,” Alfred kneeled down to place a bouquet of carnations on your grave, giving the tombstone a gentle kiss before standing up.

“A-Alfred… Please, if not me… let them speak…” Bruce begged as if he was a child again begging for his parents to wake up again. Despite the anger he felt inside, he was still Alfred’s boy, so the butler gave a solemn nod.

“Very well,” He said, making the billionaire’s eyes have the smallest of spark at his words. He gave a tiny motion for his remaining kids to step forward and say their thoughts to your tombstone.

Dick was the first to walk to your grave, not wanting the umbrella to show how much of a wreck he was. His self pity never once faltered ever since the warehouse.

“Baby bird… I’m so sorry…” He gave a quivering smile, “All this time I claimed to be the big brother they all needed, yet I never was to you… I wished I could take it all back, a-and sit down to listen…” Dick thought what he was doing to you was fine as you were strong enough to endure his absence, but you climbed the latter to just even try and catch his eye.

Jason was next to walk to your grave, his eyes blankly staring at the engravings on the stone. He now knew what the other felt like when they held his funeral, it made him feel way worse.

“You really got shit luck in family, huh?” Jason tried to joke, but soon felt his throat tighten, “…Bumble… If only I could beat past me into a pulp for attacking you… I failed being your brother, a-and I’ll never forgive myself into thinking that I never needed you,” He did intact always needed you, but his lingering hatred towards Bruce stopped him from seeing that he still had you.

Tim was next, and his steps to your grave was shaky, as if he would collapse with the closer he got. He wasn’t new to losing family, but it didn’t meant it hurt any less.

“You know… I really don’t have anything to say,” Tim whispered a broken chuckle, “I wish I could try and lie that we even had one good memory together, but no… You were a smart kid, I wish I had seen that sooner,” He truly believed you weren’t worth talking to, but he was so so wrong.

Damien didn’t dare move from his spot. For all his life he was taught grief was a weakness, that he mustn’t let anyone ever make him be seen at his lowest. But your tomb had made him falter, slip into an actual child wanting comfort, just like you.

“Sibling… I-I…” He stopped, “…I wished our upbringings never defined us… I should’ve understood that you were never like us, but so much more. You were the only member of this family that understood us yet never experienced the same scars… If only I’ve seen it sooner,” He whispered, not ever once stopped fighting his tears away.

Barbara didn’t move her wheelchair either, but she knew she would regret not saying anything to you one last time.

��(Name)… I’m sorry for shouting at you for touching my wheelchair… T-there was just so much going on… but that’s no excuse. I thought you would get in the way since you were “normal”, but I guess that’s what this family needed,” Barbara heavily exhaled in defeat, “I hope you’ll rest well forever,” She only wished that you didn’t die heartbroken with how they treated you, or afraid when that beast took your life.

Steph and Cass decided to stand next to one another, taking comfort with one another. Steph didn’t even want to talk as she was so close to breaking down, but she needed to say her apology.

“I shouldn’t have ignored you, (Name)… You could’ve been the best player in Mario Kart, o-or the best chef ever, or best spare partner… I didn’t give you a chance,” Steph covered her mouth to muffle a sob, but she felt the hand of Cass on her shoulder, who stared at your tomb as if you would appear the harder she looked.

“I’m sorry…” Was all Cass could ever say to you. No speeches of what she could’ve done or what she wished would’ve happened, as she knew it wouldn’t change anything. You were gone, and that’s that. It hurt her more than anything.

Duke was the last to stand over your grave, never once stopped crying. He had the decency to kneel down, not caring if his knee gets wet, he clutched the umbrella in his hand while he spoke.

“(Name),” He shuddered, “You were the best thing to ever happen to me, even if it was only a few hours, I truly saw who you were…” You were his sibling, he was your brother, and that was all he ever wanted, yet he failed you.

The rain never stopped, but they didn’t dare want to leave your grave. It was all their fault, if they had the chance to see you, you would’ve still be here. With them, forever. You would be playing games with them, cooking with them, hanging out, being loved, learning self defense, maybe even be a Robin,

“I’ll be in my quarters Master Bruce,” Alfred managed to say before turning to leave, “I’ll see you all at dinner,” Alfred decided to simply walk back to the Manor, finally pulling out your phone from your pocket. Tim gave it to him as a way to keep a sort of you with the butler.

He’ll look through your phone when he is ready, but right now? He feels like a child himself, wishing to hold onto you bee plush and comfort himself.

“I’m sorry (Name)…”

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“You got it!” Ivy never smiled this much before ever since she turned to a life of crime. Her joy was brought by the mere sight of you attempting to take your first steps in your new form.

You held onto the railing used to help those who haven’t walked in forever or never. Your thorax chattered in slight fear, afraid you’ll make one wrong move and injure yourself all over again.

“Hey hey, look at me,” Ivy snapped her fingers, “You cannot keep focusing on your legs, you have to just focus on me and let your body to the rest,” You gave a nod, before you kept all three pairs of your eyes trained on her, getting closer each step.

She looked like a proud mom when you held her hands after walking in a perfect line. Clayface gave an approving round of applause as Harley gave thumbs ups.

“Look at you, few more tries as you’ll walk as great as Penguin,” Selina joked with a smirk, making Ivy glare at her and Harley as the jester cackled.

“G…Great,” You gave a smile, before your eyes drifted off to the window. It was still daylight, and your eyes sparkled with curiosity, but you restrained yourself. Ivy took notice and used a vine to cup your face.

“You can leave whenever you want, Bumblebee,” She encouraged. She knew you weren’t a baby, that you could try and be your own being, but she was still afraid that the Bats would take you away.

“T-They might… fear m…me,” You were afraid too. You knew you were human once, but no one else knew in the city. They would scream and run away from you if you’re seen. That is worse than anything.

“Kid is right! They feared good ol’ Clayface here just because of his skin color!” Harley slapped her hand onto Clayface’s shoulder, making the actor glare at her as he stalked away.

“Harley… don’t…” Selina bluntly stared at the jester’s wild statement, making Harley stick her tongue out before continuing to sand down her baseball bat while continuing to talk about topics she doesn’t relate to.

You breathed a soft laugh, before feeling a build up of something thick in your throat. You covered your mouth before stumbling onto the ground. Ivy and Scarecrow quickly got into action as one handed you an empty jar and the other handed you your beehive.

You watched as a bright glowing substance filled the jar, swirling around like a homemade lava lamp as you handed it to Ivy, who stacked it within tons of jars filled with the same substance.

“How’s your honey?” Scarecrow decided to redirect the conversation to what you were holding. Ever since you got taken in by the Gotham Sirens, you were producing honey from your mouth. You freaked out and began to thrash around as your beehive got erratic, and only managed to calm down with Ivy’s pollen.

The only one being close to having a degree on animals was Man-Bat, but he lost his ability to speak when he transformed into his beast form, so Ivy was the next best thing with her connection with plants.

“S-Still… ad…addictive…” Her theory was that whatever you took into becoming this bee-like creature had you secrete a thick substance that resembled honey. The poor fool who took a taste (despite the gross protests) was Kite-Man, who immediately had another taste. And another, and another.

His eyes were glowing the more he ate.

He had to be restrained by Bane as he tried to claw his way back to your honey. Since that day, you had kept secreting the substance and had to store them in jars. You were fascinated with how Kite-Man reacted to the honey, how he couldn’t resist having more.

Your thoughts were interrupted with Clayface boasting about Cobblepot importing a new gama-powered machine to wipe out the Police. Harley cheered while Selina crackled her neck with a grin.

“Well, we will be right back, Bumblebee. We got some crime sprees in enact,” Ivy gave you a kiss on your cheek before going through the window, Clayface became mush and flowed out of the door, Selina jumped through the window too as Harley did the same, with Scarecrow simply walking out of the door.

Now you were alone, in an abandoned apartment building that was your home for now. You shakily took steps towards your massive pile of blankets and pillows that Harley claimed was “your personal nest bed!”.

You huddled yourself up to the window, staring down into the streets of Gotham, watching the people love their lives. You felt envious of the children able to walk around without being feared, the adults tending to their children when they scrape their knee, the people simply living their lives.

You wanted that back, you wanted to feel the warmth of the one who took care of you, you wanted to hear his words of comfort, you wanted to be a kid again and feel safe. The worst part, not being able to remember who bothered to see you.

You couldn’t remember your so-called family, your friends, you couldn’t even remember Ivy or the other criminals before. You had to start over, and it wasn’t fair. The only person that you could see so clearly was your mother, how she loved you and cared for you. What you wouldn’t give just to see her.

Now despite being taken in by Ivy and the Gotham Sirens, you just didn’t feel like you belonged. You felt incomplete, alone, like what you worked so hard for was all for nothing. Whatever you did to make you like this… was it worth it?

“A…at l-least I… h-have you…” You felt your other pair of hands grasp your beehive close to your chest, gently rubbing it while you felt it buzz within. Your bees all glowed and buzzed as if they can hear you. The Queen bee crawled out, and nuzzled against your finger, fluttering her wings in a way to comfort you.

‘It’s as if you’re acting like my mama,’ You thought while a soft smile, feelings tears well up before you blinked them away. If these bees and your… new form was all for your mother, then maybe it was worth it.

The sun finally sets, and Gotham’s now coated with a deep layer of darkness once more. You wanted to venture out where no civilians are out, but Ivy warned about who else lurks besides them in the shadows.

You don’t recall any memories of Batman or the Robins besides when they stormed the warehouse and tried to kill you, so first impressions was that you feared them. You don’t risk to be seen as they might still be ok he hunt for you, but you don’t wish to remain indoors for long.

A little peek wouldn’t hurt, you thought as you looked back to see that you were alone in your room, before staring at your reflection. Your glow was bright enough to be a beacon for the Bats saying “I’m the bee monster, come get me!”.

“N-N…no gl…glow…” As beautiful as it was, you needed it to go away if you want to be outside. And just by command, your beehive began to dim, and so did you. Now you didn’t look like a walking lava lamp, just a plain bee monster. As if it was any more normal, but at least you were able to stay hidden.

You slid the window open, and crawled on the brick walls. Crawling on surfaces was better than actually walking in your opinion, so you quickly made your way into the shadows.

There, was a crouched figure, shoulders hunched and shaking. Oh, they were crying. You slowly climbed lower to placed your claws on the concrete floor. Her back faced you, but you could see the side of their face. It appeared to be a woman, you believed, hands running through her wig, trying to choke down her sobs.

“Y-You… H…hurt…?” You flinched with hearing your own voice, but you couldn’t leave now. Her head snapped up when she heard your limbs scrape on the ground, but she didn’t look behind her.

“Leave me alone…” She hiccuped, “Unless you got money… don’t even dare touch me,” Her voice was low and broken, as if she didn’t want to continue living.

“Bl…bleeding…” You wanted to leave the shadows, but was too afraid to be seen and scare her off. You slowly raised your hand to reach to her, but flinched back when she began to sob again, hugging herself.

“I’m such a slut!” You were caught off guard at such foul language, knowing damn well you used to cuss as far as you remember. The woman began to cry uncontrollably, her barriers breaking down.

“I don’t know what I’m doing! I-I can’t survive everyday doing this!” Another wretched hiccup, “I-I went to college, P-PH.D! But look at me now! N-Nothing but a-!…” She sobbed, finally sliding her wig off as she kept on crying.

“You… w…want to be… bet…better?” You hesitantly asked, feeling a lump in your throat the more you watched her. You felt something towards her, as if you wanted to hug and wish for her problems away.

“I just want to feel like I belong somewhere…” She shuddered out, mascara streaks staining her cheeks as her body shook from the cold, “Gotham ain’t a stranger to treating people who are different,” She merely shrugged.

Your eyes stared at her back, she never once turned to face you, just happy that a voice heard her. You said nothing else, making her believe you weren’t even there to begin with, before her head snapped up when she heard glass clinking and slid against the concrete.

Her heard looked to her feet to see a jar being slid to her. That was when she finally looked back into the shadows of the alley, not being able to see who slid the jar towards her.

“What is that?” The woman knew not to take anything from people in Gotham, for all she knew this was some device created by a villain. You sensed her uneasiness but didn’t back down.

“H…H-honey…” You hummed, “I…It m-makes you f…feel better…” Her eyes squinted into the dark, and made eye contact with you. Your eyes glowed ever so slightly, making her scoot back a little, hand hitting the jar.

It clinked and toppled over, not breaking just yet. She stared back at the jar, cautiously lifting it in her hands before looking back at you.

“Who… are you?” That’s a question you ask yourself too. Who exactly are you? You’re not human, not anymore, but you’re not… anything yet.

You slowly emerged from the shadows, your glow now shining because you felt you can finally be seen. The woman’s eyes widened upon seeing you, scrambling back and tightly holding the jar. You retreated ever so slightly, but she didn’t bolt. Instead, she reached one hand out.

Your large hand covered hers completely, but it was most gentle with her. You slid your hand under so you held hers on your palm.

You could be so much more.

You could be meant to protect those who cannot protect themselves.

You could be…

Buzzzzz

“Queen Bee,”

A/N: You know, this whole story is an allegory to identity and belonging. We do not simply vanished when we were killed for having a glow, we still exist, and we’ll help others who feel like they don’t belong, and let them glow too.

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wife-of-all-dilfs · 2 years ago

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could we get some gally headcannons please?👀

Whatever you want to write🩷

Thank you ❤️

gally in a relationship headcanons

masterlist

finally some gally love <3 idc what anyone says, his eyebrows are beautiful. NSFW BELOW.

the glade

enemies to lovers type shit. i'm talking y'all would go as far as avoiding meal times just to avoid seeing each other.

he'd always be staring at you—from across the glade, through the bonfire, literally all the time.

sooo many interactions would end with y'all being up in each other's faces and throwing petty insults.

you'd slap him if he says anything that borders on sexism. he eventually learns what's what.

'there's a thin line between love and hate'.

other gladers would get so annoyed by how much he talks about you. his favourite excuse: "she just pisses me off so much".

but there's no excuse for jerking off to the thought of you late at night.

honestly, he would probably realise he likes you when you scull his secret recipe drink in front of him.

he'd ignore his feelings until you're the only thing on his mind and it infuriates him so fucking much.

you would be arguing one time and then suddenly he kisses you. the kiss would be aggressive, heated, and most likely up against a tree or hut.

suprisingly, his confession after would be very vulnerable and tender.

everyone is confused the next day when you're practically glued to each other's sides

gally would be very protective and borderline possessive. he'd hate it whenever other guys stare or talk about you.

would probably end up in a fistfight over it.

he'd be a rough/passionate kisser.

he'd be very into thighs. his hands are big and calloused so he'd enjoy wrapping them around the plush of your thighs, kneading the soft warm skin in his hand.

despite his gruff and harsh demeanour, he would always hold/touch you with utmost delicateness, apart from heated moments.

guards you whenever you shower.

would break so many rules for you. reluctantly, of course.

y'all know the term 'sleeper build'? that's gally. he might not seem extremely muscly at first glance, but once he starts heavy-lifting and building, his arms are legit bulging.

your first time together wouldn't be too great, but once you practice more, it gets good. like, really good.

love love loves receiving but also thoroughly enjoys making you come and knowing only he can do it.

his favourite sex position would be holding you up against a wall. he likes feeling strong.

arguments would almost always end with him taking you into the forest and fucking you against a tree.

when he gets stung, he would probably fight through the changing to tell you he loves you one last time before getting speared. oop.

the last city

when y'all reunite, you'd both collapse to the floor in each other's arms kissing and crying which surprises you. the gally you knew was not a crier or favoured public affection.

gally changed a lot since you last saw him, emotionally and physically. he is taller, more muscular, and has a more level-headed and calmer attitude.

he'd be more emotionally available and willing to be open and vulnerable with you.

the first thing y'all do when you're alone is have sex. and he even fucks differently.

the better wording would be 'make love' instead of 'fuck'.

he is much more gentle and loving and focuses on your needs wayyy more than his own. he couldn't believe how aggressive he previously was with you, how selfish he was.

he would worship your body and show you how much you really mean to him.

you would make him leave his mask on one time while y'all fuck. its hot af.

would always be touching you—an arm wrapped around your waist, holding your hand, your thighs, etc.

the hugs, man. he'd literally pick you up and engulf you in his arms. all the time. this mf had a severe epiphany and realised his love language was touch.

would always be complimenting you. "you're beautiful, you know that?", "god, you're a fucking angel.", etc

wouldn't get mad if other guys talked to or stared at you anymore. he would probably joke about it with them instead.

well, maybe he would be a little aggressive.

"yeah, ha-ha, careful or i'll throw you to the cranks".

trusts you to be able to take care of yourself but is still a major worrier, especially during the war within the city.

after arriving at the safe haven, he would build a house for you. you would enjoy watching him because, well... muscles.

all in all, gally would be an extremely different man compared to the one you first met, making your love for him stronger than it had ever been.

#wife of all dilfs ✍️#gally #gally x reader #gally maze runner #gally x you #tmr gally #will poulter #gally tmr #the scorch trials #the maze runner #the death cure #gally smut #gally imagine #tmr newt #tmr thomas #newt tmr #thomas tmr

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rafesplaymate · 5 months ago

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SCREAMS glamourmodel out partying with rafe🤭🤭

YES. (the way i have these pics on one of my pinterest boards)

Lights, Camera, Action!

Rafe Cameron x Glamourmodel!Reader

❀⋆.ೃ࿔ navigation. ❀⋆.ೃ࿔ masterlist.

warnings: smut. Exhbitionism (like fr). degradation. manhandling. p in v. dom / sub dynamics. pervs all around.

a/n: like this is legit exhibitionism and power dynamics

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That’s definitely glamourmodel!reader and Rafe at one of his functions at Tannyhill. Let me elaborate…

“Keep showing your panties and shit, get your ass down!” He’d growl, coke drip irritating his sinuses and throat along with the reverb in his voice from reprimanding her. He knew that getting with a famous model meant the amount of attention that comes along with her would be excessive —but the way everyone around them is ogling her sweet self in her pretty, pink polka dotted dress makes him want to gouge their eyes out.

“Mhmm.. Rafey”, she’d whine with a pout on her full lips, makeup a mess and blowout falling from the damp humidity of the summer night and bodies surrounding them. Her cute pussy barely covered by her g-string as she dances on the outside-lounge table in their area. It’s one of her more modest dresses but the way she lets it lift up twist with her movements with no care for her assets showing is making Rafe’s possessiveness rear its ugly-head. Although she loved when he got like this.

“Ugh! Leave her alone, can’t even let her have fun. You’re such a loser!” Mocked Sarah who was dancing right along with her. The two girls fueled with liquid courage. In an equally skimpy outfit as she dances right along with her best friend. Both of them the stars of the party, always egging each other on to be as care free as they can be. It irks Rafe how much Sarah enables his girl but she quite frankly doesn’t give a fuck —y/n is way too sexy not to show herself off to the fullest extent. In fact they’d even considered getting Sarah into modeling with her too.

“Shut your bitch ass up, no one was talking to you,” Rafe bit back, reaching for his girl by the waist and tugging her down while she whined and moaned about how he’s ‘no fun.’ “Rafey —stop! Ugh, let me live!” She’d cry to him, pushing against him as he successfully manhandled her to his whim. Feeling him tug up the low cut of her dress while he pulled the ridden up skirt to cover her ass. “Shut up. Sick of you bouncing these fake tits around with your nipples showin’ and shit. Keep that shit for the magazines and shoots.” He’d grab her by the face, making her dazed eyes look into his while he scolded her. His stupid bunny, oh how he loves her.

If it weren’t for the line she’d taken earlier and the vodka she pounded back she doesn’t think she’d mind so much about her man being so controlling. She loves how possessive he is, makes her pussy wet when he gets so protective over her. But right now.. she wants to pick at his nerves and make him even angrier. She loves being a tease, especially with him.

“Thought you liked my tits, Hef paid a pretty penny for them.” She’d say with a mocking pout, bringing her french-tipped hands to rub her plump chest as she stared at him. “Don’t know why you’re so bothered, this is more than what I use to wear at the mansion parties.” She’d wrap her arms around his neck, pressing her chest to his while Rafe would pull her even closer, big hands trailing down her cinched waist to her perky ass —squeezing the globes in his palm as he smirked down at her.

“Fuck yeah, y’know I love ‘em. But they belong to me now —that old bastard can suck my fat dick.” He’d whisper with mocking; trailing his lips down her neck as he teased her wetness with the tips of his fingers. “What you’re talking about, hm? What did my little playmate get up to without me around?” His words are muffled by his trail of kisses down her neck. Bringing one hand to grope her chest while her hard nipples stabbed against his palm -encouraging her to continue with a hum. “Oh… you know.” She’d whisper in a daze from his touch. Letting him domineer her presence with his want and need for her.

“Walked around that place more than once with nothing but a pair of heels, and bunny ears on my head.” She’d moan out, head tilting back as she allowed him to mark her. His previous love-bites of ownership fading, and he’s determined to constantly leave them there so everyone around this damned island knows she’s taken for. His girl, his bunny, his playmate. His.

It takes him a minute to register her words; too entranced by her sweet-smelling perfume and smooth skin. Too entranced by her in general and the fact that he scored a fucking playmate! But when, what she said finally locked in his drug and lust infused, fuzzy brain —did his motions stop and his body stiffen. Pulling his head back quickly as his hand groping at her chest wrapped around her neck and squeezed the sides. Forcing her fluttering eyes to shoot open and look into his demeaning stare. His jaw ticked and lips pursed in displeasure. Bingo!

“The fuck, did you just say?” He’d accuse, his grip tightening on her throat. They’re lucky the other party-goers around them are too fucked up and preoccupied by other things. Sarah’s attention now focused on throwing her ass back to the thumping music while Top’ showers her in bills dramatically and Kelce talks up a girl they invited into their area. “You were what? Walking around with -with your pussy out for the whole world to see, huh? Fucking attention-whore.” He’d growl, tightening his grip and watching as her manicured hand came to scratch at his wrist. The playboy necklace against her chest taunting him with her reality before him.

“Yeah…” she’d choke out, her glossed lips twisting in a devious smirk. Her leg coming to wrap around his as she presses herself against him. Free hand coming down to run over the bulge in his khakis between their bodies as she lowers her eyes seductively. “Let some rockstars, and actors lick into my pussy with a crowd watching too.” She’d finalize. Watching as the heat in his eyes built up into an uncontrollable flame of anger, jealousy and lust. She wants to play games, fine —they can play.

Rafe loosens his hand on her throat, pushing her against one of the couches around them. Watching as she bounced on it with her legs open and the skirt of her dress flaring up. Her lace g-string and bottom of her tummy showing as she raised her arms above her head. Relaxing into the cushions with a triumphant smirk playing on her lips and eyes holding his —while she spreads her legs further. Rafe would just give her a daring smirk before he’d grab her by her waist, quickly turning her onto her knees with her upper half over the edge of the couch. Facing the patrons around them who were all in their own universe —well that was until…

Rip!

The sound of her thin dress getting ripped apart from the back as Rage pressed his bulge into her ass. Tearing the fabric from her body with a jagged line all the way up to the top. The flimsy thing falling open quickly and only hanging on by the straps from her arms. Pretty tits and body now on display as Rafe landed a firm smack on her bare ass, ripping her flimsy string of an underwear with no problem. The scene now catching attention from everyone around them as they started paying attention to what’s unfolding in front of them. Men and women alike ogling the model as she mewled and whined from Rafe’s manhandling. His large frame towering over her bent body on the couch —sexy lips twisted in a sultry purse as she looked over at him from her shoulder with pure lust in her eyes.

“Rafe what are you— Shut up.” Rafe would quickly shut up Sarah who was now watching the even unfold —trying to look away but the sight of her best friend looking like a wet dream even got her fantasizing (she won’t admit it yet, that she thinks of her sometimes late at night.) Topper lowering his unnecessary sunglasses as he let out a ‘yo!’ from the sight of his favorite playmate bent over naked in front of him. Kelce’s attention on the girl he was talking to now long gone as he took in the sight as well. Everyone around them watching Rafe dominate his girl with no care in the world except showing who she belonged too.

He’d wrap her hair around his wrist, tugging harshly and forcing her body to arch back and pull up with a harsh gasp falling from her lips. Her naked frame now completely on display for everyone around them —ripping the straps of her dress down her arms and letting it fall to her knees completely on the couch. People’s phones out and circling around them as their substance-induced perceptions readied for the show that was clearly about to start. Rafe’s body filling with immense satisfaction at his brazen display of ownership and the fact that she was allowing it. His little exhibitionist.

“See that, shit? How everyone’s looking at you, you love it huh? Love being a show-off, don’t you?” He’d whisper harshly against her ear, his body slightly bent over to do so —hand tightening his grip on her hair as her neck strained from the movement. Looking at the crowd with furrowed brows, sultry eyes and her lips in a sexy ‘o.’ Her body gleaming under the full moon and stars from the body glitter and oil she rubbed all over herself. Only thing on her body being her ‘Playmate of the Year’ bunny neckless and her cute white, stiletto-mules. Left ankle decorated with a pretty white-gold chain and dangly ‘R’ that Rafe had gotten her. The epitome of a sex goddess and showing off why she’s been ‘POTY’ so many times. Rafe was a lucky man that was forsure.

“Love it, love it so much daddy.” She’d whine sensually, moving her arms to hold onto the head of the couch in front of her; helping hold herself up so she can arch her ass higher against the bulge in his pants. Whining her hips as she left a wet mark against the khaki material. Rafe’s dick throbbing painfully and his mind ready to do something about it. Right here, right now. In front of everyone. Not giving a single fuck how scandalous this might be or how likely it is to end up on social media. She lives for that shit, he knows it. And he’d loved to be the lucky bastard who’s known for banging a playmate with a crowd. Her earlier words replaying in his head.

“Those motherfuckers may have licked into this sweet pussy,” he’d start, slightly moving his hips from her and bringing his free hand to fumble with his button and zipper. Preparing to free his cock as Sarah hauled Topper away from the scene; him complaining that he ‘wants to see the show’ as he keeps tilting his head back to look at the entertainment furthering from his vision from the tugging on his arm. Kelce and his girl watching the scene intently with pure curiosity and excitement.

“But y’know what daddy’s gon’ do right now, princess?” He finally freed his cock from the confinement of his shorts; the appendage painfully hard and leaking precum as he rubbed it up and down her soaking pussy. Prepared to complete his promise on pounding her in front of the crowd, murmurs of anticipation surrounding. The flashes from phones lighting them up as the music lowered slightly from the speakers.

Showtime!

“M’gonna fuck you right here, show everyone of these assholes how this shit right here,” He slipped the tip in slightly, her mouth dropping open in a long drawn whine as his head breached her entrance, “is mine.” The sting satisfying and her favorite feeling in the world. Not thinking anything but thoughts of his dick and needing to feel it spear her and ravage her insides. Her mean man, she loved when he got like this. Satisfied her efforts worked. More than ready to make him proud and show everyone how pretty she is when she gets fucked.

“Fuck —yeah..sloppy little pussy just takin’ me right in. Love this shit, baby.” He’d groan when his hips finally meet her ass, her eyes rolling back into her head as she begins circling her hips and bouncing slightly against him. Men and women alike around her giving soft words of encouragement and pushing her to give a good show. Rafe’s hand gripping the head of the couch right next to hers while the grip in her hair tightened even more. His lips still against her ear as he grinded deeply into her and felt her arousal begin dripping down his balls and wetting the cushion beneath them. Stupid slut, she’ll get what’s coming to her. With an almost evil smirk he stared into one of the cameras in front of them, head next to hers as he whispered in her ear once more…

“Smile for the cameras, little star. And be good for me, hm? Want this shit to get back to Hef.”

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fellominaarcher · 2 months ago

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PILLOWTALK - idol!Karina x idol + g!p femreader

⤷ Fic type: oneshot

⤷ Content warning: alcohol, smut, 18+ only, sex, penis + vagina with protection, oral sex (both receiving) and basically smut with a plot. This will be LOOONG.

⤷ Author's note: based on a real event I attended.

SM Entertainment had finally granted aespa a much-needed two-month break, a rare miracle in the idol world. No rehearsals, no packed schedules, no chaotic airport runs or 4AM music show pre-record. Just... freedom.

Well, freedom and a bit of boredom.

For Karina, more humbly known as Jimin, this sudden dose of free time was starting to feel like a curse. There were only so many shows to binge, and she’d already cleaned her closet twice.

That’s when Giselle—Aeri waltzed into her room like a pink-haired hurricane.

“You have to come with me to this thing,” Aeri said, practically vibrating with excitement. “It’s a function. Not like an awards show or a party. It’s... different.”

Jimin raised an eyebrow, lounging on her bed in sweats. “Define different.”

“It’s called Blind One Night Stand.”

Jimin blinked.

“I know how it sounds,” Aeri added quickly, holding up both hands. “But hear me out. It’s like a blind date but for idols only. No cameras. No managers. Just... one night. One person. No strings.”

It sounded ridiculous. Risky. Chaotic.

“But genius,” Aeri added with a wink. “A third-gen senior is behind it. Trust me, it’s legit.” The rapper assured the leader.

Still, she wasn't easily sold.

Jimin folded her arms. “You want me to go have sex with a stranger?” Her right eyebrow was raised high and she gave Aeri a questioning look.

“I’m going to have sex with a stranger,” Aeri corrected, grinning. “You’re going to come as my emotional support... and also maybe have sex with a stranger.” The Japanese girl added with a smug smile.

Jimin opened her mouth to argue but Aeri had already handed her a phone and pointed to a Telegram contact.

“It’s all anonymous,” she said. “You just send them your name, group, and gender preference. That’s it.” It was an easy and a simple step for such an event.

Jimin frowned. The thought of some faceless idol trying to hit on her and touch her body? It gave her mixed feelings—curiosity and anxiety.

After a long pause and one very judgmental look at her ceiling, Jimin gave in.

Karina. Aespa. Doesn’t matter. She typed and hit send.

And just like that, the wheels were in motion.

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The night arrived faster than expected.

The venue: a luxury hotel in Seoul, glimmering under neon lights. One of those discreet places with soundproof walls, a private lounge, and a bar stocked with designer liquor.

Jimin sat perched on a velvet barstool, a half-finished cocktail in one hand, her phone in the other. Her long black hair was let flowing free to perfection, her body wrapped in something black that clung to her in all the right places but still, she wasn’t feeling it.

The music pulsed low and steady in the background, giving her thoughts something to dance around.

Familiar faces were scattered around, some idols she recognized immediately, others she only vaguely remembered. There were more people here than she expected. A few faces she wasn’t sure she should’ve seen in this kind of setting. But nobody was acting out.

She could’ve left. She was this close to standing up and ghosting the whole thing.

Then Aeri returned.

The Japanese girl practically floated over, grinning like she’d just won the lottery. “Jimin! I’m going to my room! They said my partner’s already waiting!” she sang, flashing a hotel key card in front of her friend’s face.

Jimin blinked slowly. “Wow. That fast?” Half-amused by the whole thing.

“Mmhmm,” Aeri hummed proudly. “Catch me glowing tomorrow morning.” Her voice was almost a whisper as if it was a secret.

Jimin scoffed, a brow up. “Catch something else while you’re at it.” Giving her friend a playful dirty look.

“Relax, Yoo Jimin. I brought a whole damn pharmacy,” Aeri winked, twirling the key card between her fingers. “I’ll be hydrated, protected, and possibly sore.”

Jimin groaned. “TMI, Aeri.” As she glared at Aeri and she had her arms crossed.

“Don’t wait too long or someone hotter might steal your mystery person,” Aeri teased as she sauntered off toward the elevators.

“Don’t forget your condom, Aeri!” Jimin called after her, voice loud at first then fading mid-sentence.

She sighed, finishing the rest of her cocktail before reaching for the whiskey that had been prepped on the side. Her reflection in the glass glinted back at her—cool, composed, and slightly tipsy.

Then her phone pinged.

Anonymous: Your partner is waiting for you in the room. Go to the main counter, say your name, and get your key card.

Jimin blinked at the message. Her heart skipped once. Twice. She reacted with a single emoji: Okay.

She tapped her nails on the wood of the bar, contemplating. She could still leave. Blame a stomach ache. Say her driver was waiting.

But instead... she stood.

When else am I going to do this if not now? she reasoned. It’s our break. No one’s watching.

She adjusted her outfit, slung her small handbag over her shoulder, and made her way to the front desk. The receptionist was unbothered and clearly used to this, handed her a single keycard after a short exchange.

Room 1104.

She stared at the number for a second. Of course, she thought. That’s her birthday—April 11th. A weird little coincidence.

Her fingers curled around the keycard. No turning back now.

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The elevator ride was silent. Too silent.

Jimin leaned against the mirrored wall, watching the numbers climb. Floor 9. Floor 10. Floor 11.

Ding.

The doors opened and the hallway stretched before her, warmly lit and eerily quiet. Room 1104 was just around the corner.

Each step she took echoed softly, her heels clicking against the carpeted floor.

She stopped in front of the door. Her hand hovered over the handle. Then she slid the card into the slot.

Green light. Click.

The door opened.

Jimin took a deep breath as her fingers wrapped around the door handle of Room 1104. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest, louder than she’d like to admit. Everything about this situation was surreal. A blind hookup event just for idols? It sounded insane when Aeri first brought it up, and even more so now that she was actually stepping into a hotel room for it.

Who the hell am I about to see?

“This better be worth it,” she muttered under her breath.

The door clicked open, revealing the soft glow of ambient light and the silhouette of a figure standing by the large window that overlooked Seoul’s glittering skyline.

And then Y/N turned around.

The sight knocked the air right out of Jimin’s lungs.

Y/N. From Celestial. All black outfit. Sleeves rolled, shirt was well pressed, dark hair tucked behind one ear, with her piercing gaze cutting right through Jimin's soul. She was gorgeous on TV. She was divine in person.

“Holy shit,” Jimin whispered before she could stop herself.

Y/N blinked in mild surprise and slowly smirked, shoving her hands into her pockets. “I won’t even guess. You’re literally Karina,” she said smoothly. “Didn’t think you’d show up to something like this.”

Jimin swallowed and tried to snap out of her daze. “Yeah… yeah, I didn’t think I would either.” She scratched the back of her neck awkwardly. “Peer pressure.” And the awkward laugh that came out of her mouth afterwards.

Jimin froze for a split second. She blinked, taking a few stunned breaths as her eyes subtly scanned the other woman. Her face, her lips, her scent—fuck. She was even more beautiful up close. She looked like a living, breathing fantasy.

“Giselle was the reason I came,” Jimin admitted, her tone dry. “She basically dragged me into this. I’m pretty sure she’s already... getting busy somewhere in this hotel.” Her voice faded mentioning Giselle 'having fun' at this moment.

Y/N laughed softly, looking down at the carpet for a second before lifting her head again. Her smile was warm but teasing, eyes dancing with mischief. “I hope she stretches first.” Y/N added, as a joke.

She made her way deeper into the room, carefully placing her handbag on the side table. Her skin was warm already—some combination of nerves and alcohol. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she finally met Y/N’s eyes again.

Jimin chuckled and gave a slow nod. “I warned her to bring a condom.” Her eyes were quick to glance at Y/N every time she gets the chance to.

That earned another laugh from Y/N, who casually stepped toward the minibar and pulled out two glasses. “Well, happy accidents, I guess,” she said, pouring the whiskey like it was second nature. “You ended up with me.” Y/N casually shrugged.

“And you?” Jimin asked, arching a brow as she accepted the glass. “What made you come here tonight?”

“It’s my birthday,” Y/N said, clinking her glass against Jimin’s. “My member, Jiyoon, sent me here as a ‘gift.’ Thought I needed a little… chaos in my life.” Y/N rolled her eyes though there's a small smile on her lips.

Jimin raised her glass. “Then happy birthday.”

They both sipped. The silence between them wasn’t awkward. It was charged, curious, thick with unspoken thoughts.

The taller woman exhaled. “I figured we should take it slow,” Y/N said casually, nodding toward the sofa. “It’d be weird to just walk in and start taking our clothes off, right? I'd actually like to talk to you first. Doesn’t matter if we end up in bed or not.” that signature smile of hers.

Jimin blinked. That was unexpected. And kind of… hot?

That surprised Jimin. In a good way. The soft assurance in Y/N’s tone, the calm confidence, it made Jimin feel strangely safe. And even more curious. She took a seat beside her, legs crossing slowly, eyes locked.

God, she smells good.

The warmth of the whiskey was already trickling through her system, mixing with the buzz from earlier drinks. It only made Y/N more captivating. The golden glow of the lamp lit the side of Y/N’s face like a scene from a movie. Her voice. Her presence. The way she casually leaned into the conversation.

Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all.

Taking a deep breath, “Oh yeah,” Y/N said, shifting slightly to face her. “What do I call you tonight? Karina? Or… Jimin?” Y/N tilted her head as she asked the question.

Jimin's heart fluttered at the question. She let the corner of her lips lift slowly before replying. “Karina isn’t here tonight, just Jimin. Call me Jimin, Y/N.” she said, her voice lower now, more intimate.

The name you’ll moan tonight.

Wait! WHAT?! Who said that?!

Jimin choked slightly on her whiskey, caught off guard by her own inner monologue. She coughed into her sleeve, cheeks burning, embarrassed by the sudden betrayal of her own mind.

Y/N blinked, surprised, but immediately leaned forward. “Are you okay?” she asked, eyes laced with a hint of concern and amusement.

Jimin nodded quickly, trying to salvage her dignity. “Yeah, yeah, sorry. Just went down the wrong pipe.” Jimin cleared her throat and straightened up in her seat.

She was about to spiral into full embarrassment mode, but Y/N tilted her head and chuckled. “You’re kinda cute when you’re flustered.” A brief eye contact from Y/N was made.

Jimin felt her body react instantly. A pull in her chest. A spark between her legs. Everything about this moment screamed invitation.

“Tell me something,” Y/N began, twirling her drink between her fingers. “Is this the first time you’ve done anything like this?”

Jimin bit her bottom lip before answering, “Yeah. First time I’ve even considered it. But I figured if I’m gonna make a reckless decision, I might as well make it during our break. No schedules. No cameras. No staff.” Attending a blind one night stand was already a crazy idea.

“Exactly,” Y/N agreed, setting her glass on the table. “We’re just two people tonight. Not idols.” Y/N told the Aespa leader.

That struck something in Jimin’s chest. No pretense. No pressure. Just… her.

Jimin leaned forward slightly, closing some of the distance between them. “So if we’re not idols right now… who are we?” Her voice was low and filled with a hint of intimacy.

Y/N’s eyes flicked down to Jimin’s lips, then back up again. She didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she tilted her head and whispered, “Come here and find out.” Her heart was racing a little because the woman seated next to her was just so beautiful.

That was all the invitation Jimin needed.

Her glass was set down in a flash, and the next moment, their mouths crashed together—hot, slow, and loaded with the kind of tension that had been simmering since the door opened. Jimin climbed into Y/N’s lap like she’d done it a hundred times before, her hands in Y/N’s hair, Y/N’s fingers clutching at her waist like she never wanted her to leave.

Their tongues met—wet, hungry, and perfectly in sync. The first kiss was nothing short of sinful. Jimin had kissed before, sure, but this? This was indulgence. This was drowning. Y/N tasted like warm whiskey and something darker, deeper like something Jimin never wanted to stop savoring.

Their bodies were pressed flush on the couch, tangled up, heat building under their skin like fire about to catch. Jimin’s thighs were parted over Y/N’s lap, her hips already rocking without thinking, chasing friction. The dim hotel lighting bathed them in golden softness, shadows dancing over their features and fluttering lashes.

Y/N’s strong arms locked around Jimin’s waist like a vice, pulling her in with a desperate sort of greed, as if to say don’t fucking leave me tonight. And Jimin had no intention to.

Holding her like she was something precious, and that made Jimin’s heart stutter. But that didn’t stop the way lust clawed up her spine, demanding more.

When Y/N finally pulled back, her lips were swollen and glossy with spit, a strand of it still connecting their mouths. Her eyes were dark and half-lidded, flicking down to Jimin’s mouth and back again.

But instead of diving back in, Jimin smiled and cupped Y/N’s jaw, brushing her thumb across her cheek. She kissed her again, this time slower. Sweet, even. Like she wanted to memorize the shape of her lips.

Her hands explored without hesitation, fingertips skimming down the back of Y/N’s neck, over the slope of her shoulders, and finally landing at the buttons of her black shirt. She popped them open one by one, teasing, brushing her fingers over skin with a softness that made Y/N shiver.

At the same time, Y/N’s hands found Jimin’s ass, squeezing it firmly, possessively, and sliding down to the back of her thighs. A soft gasp slipped past Jimin’s lips and her grip on Y/N’s shirt tightened.

Jimin pulled away with a laugh against Y/N’s mouth. “Take me to the bed, silly,” she whispered, playful, breathless.

Y/N smirked, pressing one more kiss to her lips before lifting her up bridal-style with a grunt that made Jimin’s stomach flip. “As you wish, my birthday gift,” Y/N teased back.

Y/N grinned and kissed her again, quick and rough, before she stood up and without hesitation she scooped Jimin into her arms. Jimin laughed, her head resting against Y/N’s shoulder, hands curled around her neck as they made their way to the bed.

Y/N laid her gently on the bed, the pristine white sheets crinkling beneath her. Jimin’s dark hair fanned around her head like a halo as Y/N stood close, helping her remove her heels. They dropped to the floor with a dull thud, and Jimin reached out, tugging Y/N closer by her waistband.

"Happy birthday." She murmured teasingly, her kissable lips were a few centimeters away from Y/N's.

There was no rush, but also no patience.

Fingers worked fast, desperate. Buttons were undone, zippers pulled. Their laughter occasionally broke through the silence was nervous and playful but was quickly drowned out by the heat building between them.

Clothes were removed in a blur of clumsy hands and stolen kisses. Buttons popped. Fabric slid. Jimin’s black cloth ended up somewhere near the lamp, her bra tossed aside. Y/N’s shirt and pants were peeled away with urgency, leaving her in nothing but her boxer, already tented, already needy.

The taller woman knelt on the bed, slotting herself between Jimin’s thighs, then kissed her again, harder this time. The kind of kiss that stole your air. That said, you’re mine tonight. She kissed her way down, lips skimming Jimin’s jaw, down her neck, across her collarbones.

She kissed her way down Jimin's flesh, sucking gently until the skin turned a pretty shade of purple. Her mouth kept moving down, down to Jimin’s chest.

She licked a slow stripe across one nipple, and Jimin’s head tilted back with a groan. When Y/N finally took the nipple into her mouth and started to suck, slowly at first, then harder, Jimin whimpered and arched into the sensation.

“Fuck,” she breathed, eyes fluttering shut.

Her own hand was already between her legs, fingers pressed firmly against her clit, rubbing slow circles as her other hand tangled in Y/N’s hair, keeping her close. “God, I can't wait anymore, Y/N.” The noises between them were wet, needy, breathless only made it worse, or better.

Her lips ghosted across her stomach, her hips, the inside of her thighs, making Jimin squirm.

And then finally, Y/N’s mouth was on her pussy.

The first lick was slow, deliberate, just to make her feel it. Y/N flattened her tongue and dragged it through her soaked folds, humming like she was tasting the best thing she’d ever had.

Jimin cried out, hand flying to the back of Y/N’s head, gripping her hair. “Holy shit, fuck!” she gasped, legs already shaking.

Y/N didn’t rush. She licked and sucked, alternating between soft teasing licks and hard flicks over her clit. Then she slipped two fingers inside, curling just right while her mouth kept working.

Jimin’s fingers threaded through the sheets, her other hand clutching her own breast, mouth open with breathless, fucked-out noises escaping every second.

“God, Y/N! Fuck, don’t stop,” Jimin cried out, voice breaking on the edge of a moan.

She gasped and cursed, her voice hoarse from the moans, and Y/N didn’t stop until Jimin begged her to.

And then… they switched.

Jimin pushed Y/N down on the bed. “You really thought you weren’t getting anything tonight?” she murmured, a small smile on her face.

“Is this my birthday gift?” Y/N teased back with a similar expression on her face and her impatience was about to break.

Y/N blinked, her smugness quickly melting into surprise as Jimin kissed down her chest, nipping at her skin with newfound hunger. Jimin’s lips left a trail of wet kisses along her abs, and then lower. Past her hip bones, down her thighs, all while holding her birthday girl’s gaze.

“You lay back,” Jimin whispered. “And let me treat you well." She continued, her voice was soft.

Y/N’s cock twitched—still hard, aching now and she needed Jimin so bad to ease the ache. Then she licked her lips. And dove in.

She started at the base, warm tongue dragging upward with zero hurry. She kissed it, sweetly at first, teasing, almost too gentle then wrapped her lips around the tip and sucked hard.

Y/N’s hips bucked instantly, a shaky sigh escaping her throat. “Fuck, Jimin—” she clenched her fists and her eyes were half-lidded.

“Mhm?” Jimin hummed, hollowing her cheeks as she sank lower, inch by inch, her tongue swirling around her shaft. She moaned deliberately around it, letting the vibrations hit in all the right places.

Her hands were firm on Y/N’s hips, keeping her in place while her mouth worked magic—deep, slow bobs of her head, saliva spilling down her chin, a filthy contrast to how fucking gorgeous she looked between Y/N’s thighs.

Y/N's head fell back against the pillow, her hand tangling in Jimin’s hair. “God, you look so fucking good like this,” she gritted out.

Jimin pulled off with a wet pop, eyes shining. “I agree. It’s your birthday... ‘course I’m gonna suck you good.” And then she dove back down, faster now, hungrier, letting the messy, obscene sounds fill the room. Her spit coated Y/N’s cock, dribbling down onto her hand as she jerked the base in time with every deep stroke of her mouth.

Once again, Jimin pulled off from Y/N's cock and she crawled back up to give her a messy open mouthed kiss, Y/N immediately wrapped an arm around Jimin's lower back and pull her in closer.

They broke the kiss to catch some breath and their eyes met as Y/N detached herself from Jimin and she reached into the nightstand for a foil packet. “I’m not stupid,” she whispered. “Wasn’t gonna raw dog Karina of aespa without wrapping it up.” She joked.

Jimin laughed and her cheeks flushed. “You're such an asshole.” the Aespa leader teased back.

“Only sometimes,” Y/N teased as she rolled on the condom, pumping herself slowly as she knelt between Jimin’s legs. “Other times, I’m very… generous.”

Y/N lined herself up, rubbing the head against Jimin’s soaked folds, groaning at how wet she was. “Fuck,” you’re ready for me, huh?” she whispered.

“Y/N, please,” Jimin whimpered, her legs wrapping around her waist.

And then Y/N pushed in.

Slowly, carefully, watching every twitch of Jimin’s brow, every gasp, every desperate clutch of her fingers in the sheets. Inch by inch, she sank in, until she was buried to the hilt, and Jimin let out a long, broken moan.

Y/N didn’t start moving right away. She kissed Jimin’s jaw, whispered, “You feel so good around me,” before finally pulling back and thrusting in slow, deep strokes that made Jimin’s toes curl.

Their rhythm built gradually, slow and sensual at first, but soon rougher, more desperate. Jimin’s back arched off the mattress, her nails scratching down Y/N’s back. Her moans filled the room, every thrust making her gasp, whimper, beg.

The bed began to rock, soft creaks beneath them as Y/N set a rhythm that's deep, slow strokes that made Jimin gasp with every thrust. Their foreheads touched, their eyes locked, breath mingling in the tight space between them.

Y/N kissed her again. It was messy, passionate, tongue sliding into her mouth while her hips rolled in smooth, deliberate motions.

“Look at you,” Y/N murmured against her lips, “taking me so well.” A shaky sigh escaped her lips.

Jimin moaned, her head falling back, exposing her throat. Y/N took the opportunity to lick and bite at her neck, then down to her chest.

She sucked a nipple into her mouth, teasing it with her tongue as she kept thrusting. The sensation made Jimin shiver, her legs tightening around Y/N’s waist.

Jimin’s hands slipped down to her own clit, rubbing circles to match Y/N’s strokes. “Don’t stop,” she gasped. “You feel so good, fuck!”

Y/N sat up slightly, hands grabbing under Jimin’s knees and pushing her legs up to her chest, folding her in deeper. The new angle made Jimin scream.

“Y/N! Fuck...” Her moan was loud. It was breathy. Jimin was going to fall apart.

Y/N watched her, eyes hooded, hips snapping faster now. The way Jimin’s body jolted with every thrust, how her tits bounced, the flushed look on her face. It was pure fucking art.

But Y/N wanted more. She wanted to see her fall apart. And she think deserved it because it's her birthday.

Without warning, she pulled out and flipped Jimin onto her stomach.

“What are you...” Jimin barely got the words out before Y/N had her hips lifted, her ass up, her face pressed into the sheets.

She slid back in with one hard thrust, and Jimin screamed into the mattress. “Oh my God,” she choked.

Y/N grabbed her waist with both hands, slamming into her with hard, wet strokes, the sound of skin slapping echoing through the room. Her hips smacked against Jimin’s ass over and over, the slick sounds of their bodies filling the space.

Jimin was a mess. Moaning, gasping, drooling onto the pillow. Her hands clutched the sheets like her life depended on it.

Jimin was panting, fingers digging into the sheets, each thrust pushing her deeper into the mattress. “Fuck, you feel so good,” she whimpered.

“Yeah?” Y/N leaned over, grabbing her hair and tugging her head back slightly. “You like being fucked like this?” she questioned and to be fair, Y/N was losing herself in pleasure too.

Jimin nodded frantically. “Yes. Yes. Don’t stop.” every hit from Y/N was making her moan loudly.

Y/N’s pace picked up, the sound of her hips smacking into Jimin’s ass getting louder, faster. Sweat dripped down her back, and Jimin’s thighs trembled.

That was all it took.

Jimin shattered as her orgasm crashing over her like a wave, thighs shaking, loud moans spilling from her lips, her body clenching hard around Y/N. She was so sensitive.

Y/N kept fucking her through it, riding out every spasm, every tremble, until she was spent and breathless.

Not long after that Y/N spilled white into the rubber and only then, Y/N pulled out, unwrapped the condom and tossed it away before flipping Jimin onto her back. She hovered above her, eyes soft now, lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was somehow both filthy and sweet.

Out of breath, Y/N collapsed besides Jimin and they laid there in silence for a moment, the only sound their panting breaths and the distant hum of the city.

Then Jimin turned her head lazily toward Y/N, cheeks flushed, hair messy, lips swollen. “That was…” she breathed.

“You felt so fucking good,” Y/N told Jimin and there's a small yet noticeable smirk on her lips.

Jimin smiled and reached for her, curling into her chest. “I don't regret this.” she murmured and she pressed a soft peck on Y/N's skin.

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The room was quiet now, save for the soft hum of the air conditioning and the muted heartbeat between two people who’d just shared something intense, and unforgettable.

Y/N and Jimin sat side by side on the bed, half-dressed and freshly washed up, their backs resting against the headboard. The sheets were a mess around them, skin still warm, flushed from everything they'd done and yet, they talked like they'd known each other for years.

Like this wasn't their first time meeting, like this wasn't a one-night-only kind of thing.

Maybe it was the chemistry. Maybe it was just the heat of the moment.

Neither of them regretted it. Not even for a second.

“Giselle’s idea wasn’t half bad,” Y/N said with a crooked smile, one hand absentmindedly tracing circles on Jimin’s bare thigh. “Remind me to thank her," Y/N spoke and her eyes were never leaving the aespa's leader face.

Jimin chuckled softly, leaning into the touch. “I'll tell her just that, Y/N.” she responded as she nodded her head.

Light touches lingered between them. Fingertips brushing against forearms, soft grazes over collarbones. They talked in low voices about schedules, comeback concepts, stage outfits they hated, and how award show rehearsals were secretly torture.

It felt so domestic, so easy.

Then, Jimin’s phone buzzed.

She glanced down and read the text, a tiny laugh escaping her lips.

Aeri's text contained: waiting for you in the car, I'm glowing I think •~•

Jimin sighed and set her phone aside, her expression softening. She turned toward Y/N, eyes shining with something tender and unreadable. “Unfortunately,” she murmured, “our night has to end here.” the tone in Jimin's voice was affectionate and her voice was low as it is deep.

Y/N raised a brow. “Already?” Her voice held just a hint of teasing, like she didn’t want to say goodbye just yet.

Jimin crawled over, pressing a gentle kiss to Y/N’s cheek before cupping her jaw in both hands. “Aeri’s waiting for me,” she said with a pout, her thumbs brushing softly across Y/N’s skin. “You were great tonight… Happy birthday, Y/N.” her voice was low, almost reverent.

Jimin pulled away and stood, gathering her things one by one. She dressed slowly, fixing her hair in the mirror, stretching her arms overhead with a quiet wince.

Her knees were wobbly. Thanks to someone.

Y/N swung her legs off the bed and began getting dressed as well, her eyes tracking every move Jimin made like she didn’t want to forget the sight.

“I’ll see you when I see you,” Y/N said while buttoning her pants, her voice relaxed but genuine.

Jimin smirked. “Mm, yeah. I’ll see you when I see you,” she echoed, looking over her shoulder with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “Music Bank, Mnet, an award show… or maybe our groups should get together for some pork belly grilling. Something chill.” she suggested, her smile was mischievous but her intention was pure.

Y/N folded her arms, nodding her head. “I’m holding you to that.” she really couldn't tear her eyes off Jimin.

Jimin walked back over and patted her shoulder gently. “Bye-bye, Y/N. Until then… take care, okay?” her eyes bored into Y/N's.

And with a final smile, she spun on her heel and walked out of Room 1104, heels clicking softly against the polished floor.

The door clicked shut behind her, and Y/N let out a slow breath, staring at the space Jimin had just left.

And Y/N couldn’t help but wonder if she’d see that smirk again—onstage, at the backstage, maybe over pork belly and soju.

One thing was for sure.

She’d never forget the girl from Room 1104.

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poweredbycoffee · 3 months ago

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Ateez when you have a bad day

Yeosang:

sits quietly next to you in case you want to talk, wants you to know that even if you’d rather not he’s there for you

if you want cuddles he has you covered, gives the best back hugs

will dance girl group choreo in his underwear to cheer you up as long as you promise to never tell anyone it happened

Mingi:

please tell him you’ll ultimately be okay because he will panic if he sees you really upset and crying, cries along with you

once you’ve both calmed down, will not hesitate to tell you exactly what he thinks of whoever or whatever upset you

will not stop hugging you and kissing your tears away until you smile again

San:

successfully employs both plushies and Netflix to distract you until you feel stable enough to tell him what’s wrong

gives good advice even if it’s not always what you want to hear in that moment

makes sure you take care of yourself and don’t fall asleep with your daytime clothes still on from sheer exhaustion

Yunho:

very protective, when he asks “who hurt you” it’s a legit question and you’re not sure if he’s planning to throw hands

will offer to play video games with you to blow off steam

is convinced abura soba is the cure for all bad days and will make some for the both of you to eat on the couch

Hongjoong:

there is probably retail therapy involved, will buy you something you’ve had your eye on but couldn’t convince yourself to spend your own money to get

gives the best encouragement to keep working toward your goals

gathers up every box of tissues in the house to make sure you have plenty if you start crying, is a worried dad

Wooyoung:

master of commiseration and will agree with you on with whoever you talk shit about even if he doesn’t know them; “ya! That guy again?!”

makes you laugh until you feel better by acting cute

reminds you repeatedly of how much you deserve to be happy

Jongho:

in true eldest sibling fashion, worries about you and will keep asking what happened until you open up to him

this is the one time he’s OK with initiating skinship if that’s what it takes to help you feel better, rubs your back while your head rests on his shoulder

sings you to sleep

Seonghwa:

will hold you on his lap if you’re crying and patiently wait until you’re ready to talk

plays co-op Animal Crossing with you to help you relax

puts a blanket in the dryer to wrap around you so you’re extra cozy while snuggled up to him

#ateez #seonghwa x reader #hongjoong x reader #san x reader #wooyoung x reader #yeosang x reader #jongho x reader #yunho x reader #mingi x reader #ateez fluff #ateez fic #kpop fic #kpop #ateez soft hours

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hitchyboi · 11 months ago

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MK1 Boys- How they sleep with you 💤

Syzoth/Reptile

Syzoth prefers sleeping in his original form so he takes up A LOT of the bed

Even if he does try to sleep in his human form, he'll change back as soon as he falls asleep

Big big lizard man

Incredibly clingy

Will curl his body around you as y'all asleep

Partly to feel protective over you and partly because he is cold blooded and craves warm places when he sleeps

Bi-Han/Sub-Zero

Does this man sleep?

In his office perhaps, or in the dojo after training

Wants to hold you close but probably would sleep board stiff on the other side of the bed

Barely moves?

The combination of his low body temperature and lack of movement when he sleeps legit make him look like a corpse at times.

Kuai Liang/Scorpion

THE BEST TO CUDDLE

This man is a living furnace and would be so warm cuddled up against

His strong arms would wrap around you and hold you close to his chest securely as he sleeps.

Arm around his your waist and other is tucked under his head

Strong gentle man

Tomas Vrbada/Smoke

Okay probably second best to cuddle out of the Lin Kuei Siblings

Very gentle and very sweet

Big spoon or little spoon depending how the day went

If he's had a rough day he'll want to curl up and be cradled in your arms but would be too sky to ask outright

Also frequently pulls late nighters training in the dojo by himself until he collapses from exhaustion. Bi-Han has him convinced he'll never be good enough and desperately wants to be better

Other days he's more then happy to hug you close, nuzzling into your neck as they sleep

Havik

Again, does he sleep?

Also pulls late or all nighters plotting against Orderrealm and coming up with plans of attacks

If you do manage to get him in bed he would be the restless kind

Starts off with his arms wrapped possessively around you but will wake up to majority of the bedsheets and pillows on the floor from hid tossing and turning

Johnny Cage

Fuzzy robes, fuzzy slippers, embroidered personalized matching pajamas set and lavender pillowcase spray.

This man's got it all

He's gotta do his skin care treatment before bed, his partner is encouraged to do it with him

He's more then happy to share

The kind to watch a movie before sleeping or having it as background sound too sleep. One of his movies.

Y'all are pampered

Kenshi Takahashi

Takes a while for him to warm up to the idea but sleeping with another person

The Yakuza has him in a constant state of being alert however he is a romantic and loves the idea of sleeping with his partner curled up together

His touches are soft and gentle

Will lay halfway on you with his head against your chest, listening to your heartbeat

Takes his time running feather like touches along your body to memorize every inch in his mind

Always kisses your forehead goodnight

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reneesghostinthelivingroom · 7 months ago

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Jinx x reader

So jinx is out doing whatever she’s doing and so reader is chilling with Vi (yes I’m delusional their all a happy family season 2 doesn’t even exist!) but reader and vi are listening to like Justin Bieber or whatever white girl song (they’ve both told jinx that they don’t listen to that type of music) so bout time jinx gets back vi and reader are full on jamming to Justin and as soon as reader saw jinx they sat down and put all the blame on vi legit saying “dang vi i didn’t know you liked this type of music.” With the smug grin on their face and vi just looks at reader dumbfounded as the reader causally didn’t just throw her under the bus.

Unbelievable

|| Jinx x nonbinary!reader

|| Warnings; fluffy, reader blames the music on Vi, Vi and reader jamming to Justin Bieber, brief swearing, short drabble

|| Summary; when Jinx leaves, Vi and reader put on their favourite guilty pleasures.

Requests closed!

Started; November 28th

Finished; November 28th

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"Okay, she's gone." You returned to Vi, after having given your girlfriend a kiss goodbye. Jinx went off doing lord knows what, leaving you with her sister Vi for company. Which you were fine with. You and Vi got along pretty well, anyway. Vi grins when she heard you and immediately puts the music on. Justin Bieber playing through the speaker.

You and Vi were secret Justin fans. Secret because... how could you let anyone know? It would ruin your cool facades. Plus, you both already told Jinx that you hated that type of music. Not that Jinx really cared, she just kind of shrugged and went "okay? weirdos" when you kept saying you didn't like it. You and Vi were really overselling your points, so Jinx was a little sceptical but didn't question it.

It's been about an hour now, you and Vi were fully jamming along to Baby by Justin Bieber. Head banging, dancing and even singing. Just having a grand old time in your secret dance party. The door opened right as you and Vi had started the song, both singing the lyrics; "I know you love me! I know you care~" grinning like a couple of idiots. Until you caught onto the door being opened and immediately sat yourself down on the couch, looking flustered.

"Y/N, come on! It's the good- oh," Vi stopped when she noticed what you did. Seeing Jinx watching them with an amused expression.

"Don't like this music, huh?" She folded her arms, blowing her hair a bit from her face while she grinned. Jinx was enjoying this.

"It was all Vi. Dang, Vi I didn't know you like this type of music," you looked at with a smug smirk. Vi, meanwhile, looked at you completely dumbfounded and speechless. You did not just throw her under the bus. No, you didn't throw her. You tossed her.

Jinx laughed and skipped over to you, plopping herself down in your lap as the music continued to play. Her arms wrapped around you and she snugged right up, your arms easily finding their way around her waist. "Vi, I thought you liked rock music?" She asked her sister with a teasing look in her eyes.

Vi huffed and rolled her eyes, sticking the middle finger at you," fuck you." Though there was no real hate behind her words.

"Hey, don't be mean to them," Jinx pouted at Vi, clinging to you tighter, almost protectively so. Your grin became more smug at that and held her closer.

"Yeah, don't be mean," you repeated. Innocent act in full swing now.

"Unbelievable." Vi muttered, shutting the music off. She couldn't believe you just did that. And Jinx was taking your side? Vi knew Jinx had seen you dancing too. She really did just take any opportunity to mess with her, huh?

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luigilore · 4 months ago

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morning beach day w/ lulu & hyperfeminine gf????? where she’s rubbing sunscreen on his back bc his ass never puts on any sun protection. cuddling together too <3

luigi would want to get up early for the sunrise he's very proud of the secluded, relatively unknown part of the beach he discovered (do u get a trespassing ticket together eventually... maybe...) would set out a blanket and have snacks planned like a whole thing... would have a legit camera, would also have a book maybe that's you're both reading or that you recommended him; has his arm wrapped around you tucking you into his chest and holding the book w his other hand so that you can read too... also i feel like he would love deep convos with you like very much enjoys talking about your future together at 6 am on a deserted beach

and his chain omggg the metal would be so cold against your skin, contrast to luigi's warm hands he would be shirtless and your hand trails up and down his bicep gently... you would just tell him how much you love him in his arms, watching the tide come in, as he kisses the crown of ur head <333

omg that pic of his sunburnt back stop... once the sun rises ur fretting over him sooo much bc the last time u went to the beach together he got so burnt :( like u went through an entire bottle of aloe gel! so ur like “lu, it says every two hours!” but when he realizes you insist on putting it on for him now he's suddenly into the sunscreen regiment 😁

#luigi mangione x reader #asks #a bit scared to even put tags on this haha #i just want to be on a beach w him instead of studying for midterms thats all! <3 very happy about the pa motion filed #🎀 &💻

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erisvansserra · 1 year ago

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Follow You Fenrys x Reader x Azriel

Summery: 30 years ago, Y/N fell through a portal and woke up in Prythian naked an afraid. She counted herself lucky that she was found by the shadowsinger and his high lord, who took her in and gave her a home. Despite their hospitality she dreamed of her home and the mate she left behind, Fenrys, who searched for her until one day.. he finds her.

AN:- GUYS this fanfic has legit been keeping me up at night so I thought I would share it with you all hahaha!!.

The light of the morning sun edged its head between the crack in the curtains, Azriel knew you were still asleep in the bed you shared, still snuggled between the sheets. He cursed himself for not coming through the door and choosing to fly straight to the balcony after work, spy work. Slowly he pushed the door open and poked his head inside. Relieved to see he hadn't wakened you up, he walked inside, spreading his wings to block out the rising sun from your face. Closing the door he walked over to his side of the bed, sat down and started kicking off his boots when he heard you stir behind him. "You're home late" You groan as he tips his head over his shoulder to look at you "Did something happen?" you continue and shuffle along the bed to make some room. "No, just had some reports to write up" Azriel answered as he slid into bed and wrapped you in his arms. Smiling softly, you nuzzled into his chest, still cold from riding on the wind to get home. You hummed sleepily and allowed yourself to fall back into that familiar comfort he offered you and began to dream.

30 Years Earlier Terrasen, your home as wild and free as your queen, Aelin. You sat at the dining table with Lysandra and Aedion as they spoke softly to their adoptive daughter. You hummed to yourself as you worked on the jewelry in your hand, slowly needling little diamonds onto it. You were so deep in concentration you didn't notice your mate's approach until his large hands landed on your shoulders, jolting you slightly. "Fen!" you yelp turning in your seat to look back at the golden male. Fenry's smiled down to you, his large canines making his smile look a little more sinister than he attended. "Did I scare you?" he chuckled, sliding into the seat next to you after placing a small kiss to the top of your head. "No" you lie and continue working on the necklace you're working on for Lysandra. You felt him move closer to you, his nose buried in your hair as he inhaled your sent "why don't we go for a swim? get your mind off this" he purred, his hand coming up to cover the necklace in your hand. You felt the want for him almost immediately, the hot pool in the pits of your stomach started to raise its head at his tone of voice. "There is a child present" Aedion snapped from the other side of the table, drawing both sets of eyes to him. Both you and your mate chuckled and decided to leave the room, together.

Fenrys was your typical fae male mate, he never left your side unless he needed to, he was territorial and protective... but what you loved most about him was he was fun. His golden hair was tied back in a bun, showing off his high cheekbones and sharp jaw line that made him look delicious. His onyx eyes slid to yours as a small smirk rose on his lips " like what you see?" he asked as he wrapped a toned, golden arm around your waist. "Always" you answer matching his smirk with your own. Your answer made his smile grow into his normal shit-eating grin, you roll your eyes playfully and rest your head on his shoulder as you continue making your way outside. The warm air kissed your skin as you opened the door to the courtyard, it was a beautiful day.

You and Fenrys skinny dipped in the lake not far from the keep, splashing each other playfully while swimming around in the cool water. What neither mate realized was this was the last day they were going to spend together, the last happy memory they would share before you were stripped from his arms in the middle of the night.

And dumped in Prythian.

Present Day

Mate, mate, mate, mate.

You miss your mate. As the dream rattles you awake you realise that Az is still asleep next to you, guilt hits you so fast you run out of the room and into the bathroom to throw up. As you retch into the toilet bowl you hear Az approach the bathroom and knock softly from the other side of the door. "Another dream?" he asks as he enters the room and crouches beside you to rub soothing circles on your back. "My mate" you answer as you peer at him between strands of fallen hair. He nods slowly, understanding the pain you feel and tucks some strands behind your ear. "Did you dream of falling again?" he asks, his voice as soft and gentle as silk. You nod once in response as your gut twists again threatening to spill more into the toilet bowl. Azriel was the most understanding person you had ever met, you weren't always with him, you were friends first. He was the one to find you that day, laying cold and naked on the forest floor. He took you to Rhysand, where he looked into your mind and saw everything, your home, your family.. Fenrys. It had taken some time for both sides to trust you, but in those years that Rhys was under the mountain you had grown close with the inner circle. Particularly Az. He knew your past, knew of the mate that you had been ripped away from... but he loved you all the same and was willing to give you the time you needed.

So here you both sat in front of the toilet bowl for the thousandth time in your relationship. Him giving you soft soothing words while you mourned the loss of your mate and your life. After some time, he scooped you into his arms and placed you back into bed. ......................

Later that day you sat in the living room with Feyre and Nyx, laughing as you watched the young lad learn to walk but failing. A warm cup of tea sat in your hands, the heat slightly burning the sensitive flesh of your palm, but you ignored it. Azriel had been called on by Cassian, something about a disturbance near the Illyrian camps they had to check out. He placed a warm kiss on your cheek before he flew off with his brother. "Any improvement?" Nesta asked as she walked into the room and plopped onto the couch next to you. "Hardly" Feyre answered as she took the babe back into her arms and planted kisses all over his face, making nyx scream in laughter. You and Nesta smiled as Nyx's fits of giggles filled the room, you looked to Nesta and offered her the cup in your hands. "its still warm" you prod as you hand the tea to her, she sips it then hands it back to you.

You and Nesta were best friends, she was a huge bitch to you at the start but recently... she's been the only person besides Az that understands your pain, your longing for home. She's also the only person in this whole house that reads dirty smut books with you.

"Bleh, I hate peppermint tea" she croons as she pulls a face, looking at the cup in your hands. "But its good for you" you jest and give her a sweet smile, bringing the tea back to your own lips. You and Nesta spend the rest of the afternoon talking and watching her nephew rise and fall. Feyre is about to out Nyx down for a nap when Rhysands voice fills your head.

"Come to the forest at once"

You and Feyre share a look, obviously she had been given orders to winnow you there. She quickly explains this all to Nesta then plops her son into her sisters hands, you hadn't had time to say anything to Nesta before Feyre grabbed you and winnowed away to the forest. Snow crunched under your feet as you landed behind the three warriors. Cassian, Az and Rhysand all had their weapons out and their backs turned to you. The wind hit your body so hard it almost knocked you backwards, the smell of pine and snow filling your senses as you tried to blink away the stinging in your eyes. "I don't want to fight you" came a rough voice that didn't belong to the three males in front of you, but did belong to someone you knew. Rowan, your oldest cousin and longest friend. Stalking forward you pushed through the three males that shielded you, you could have fell to your knees as Rowan's eyes met your own. A hand flew in front of you protectively, but you knocked it away as you ran to him, calling his name over and over. "y/n!" Rowan shouted, dropping his sword so he could wrap you in his arms. "How? How?" You asked as you buried your face into your cousin's neck, your body shaking as he held you against him. "Aelin, she worked it out" he explained as he pulled you away from him, his eyes darting from one side of your face to another taking in everything you were and everything you are. The Night Court stood behind you in complete shock, their faces blank as they watched the scene unfold in front of them. Azriel felt the pull to go and comfort you but held strong, not knowing this male and how he would react. Then a crunch of twigs caught their attention, a small blonde female emerged from the forest surrounding them, a small ball of fire danced in her palm as she walked towards you and rowan. You looked to Aelin for the first time in 30 years, she looked slightly older but unchanged from the Aelin in your memories. You didn't even shout her name, as she approached you fell to your knees and placed your head on the snow below you. "Aelin, forgive me" you pleaded to her, to your queen "I tried to come home but-" you continued but your words hitched in your throat as you felt her body call over yours. "Don't apologies you idiot" she said against your skin, slowly you raised and hugged her back while rowan stared down the night court still behind you. "Should we introduce ourselves?" Cassian mumbled to no one in particular catching your attention. You take Aelin's hand and help her stand; you walk her and your cousin over to your friends and make introductions. "This is your cousin?" Cassian asked, nodding his head to Rowan as he stood with Aelin, a protective arm wrapped around her waist as he held her close. You nodded in response and looked up to the white hair male, his green eyes still darted between each person in front of him. " He is a bit of a brute" you say as you turn your attention back to the night court, earning a small smile from Feyre and a chuckle from Az. It hit you then, Azriel was here and had watched you reunite with your family, your court. You took a few steps toward him, but he held up his hand stopping you from coming any closer, confused, you nodded and stood still. Rhysand invited Aelin and Rowan to stay in the townhouse while the night court discussed their next move, they obliged and allowed Rhy's to winnow them away. "You must be happy" Feyre said coming to your side and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "I am" you said smiling back to her " I could go home" you continue softly. Feyre looks over her shoulder to Az who stares emotionless into the distance, she sighs and then turns her head forward again and whispers "he will miss you". You feel that guilt from earlier pang around in your chest again, you don't dare to look back at the shadowsinger, you and he both knew that your time together had just come to an end. " I will miss him too" you confess as Rhys winnows back to the forest.

"Come on, I will take you to be alone with them" Rhy's says and extends a tanned hand to you, smiling you leave Feyre's embrace and fit your hand in his. Not looking back as he takes you to the family you have dreamed of every night for the last 30 years.

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n0vazsq · 6 months ago

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Close to me | Hector Fort x Reader

pairing . . . hector fort x gf!reader

summary . . . When someone attacks you while you're out with Hector, he doesn't think twice about defending you

request . . . yes!! based on this request!

word count . . . 1.2k+

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . this legit might be one of my fav fics ive ever written. anon ilysm pls dont stop with these amazing ideas

taglist . . . @barcapix ,, @f1lover55 ,, @ilovebarcaaa ,, @ann6ella ,, @notm4d1 ,, @httpsdana (lmk if you want to join the taglist!)

. . . The streets outside the venue had become a catastrophic warzone of flashing cameras, pushing bodies, and shouting voices. The crowd surged like a tidal wave, making it nearly impossible to move.

Hector’s hand had a firm grip on yours, his fingers wrapped protectively around yours as he navigated through the swarm.

"Stay close to me," he muttered, his voice rough but steady. He pulled you tighter to his side, his broad shoulders blocking some of the relentless paparazzi who pushed in closer with every step.

The questions and shouts came fast, punctuated by the endless bursts of camera flashes.

"Hector! Look this way!"

"Who’s the girl? Is this serious?"

"Over here! Are you engaged?"

You flinched at the invasive questions, ducking slightly as someone thrust a microphone too close for comfort. Hector noticed immediately.

His hand slid from yours to your waist, his body shifting in front of yours like a shield. His dark eyes burned with irritation, his jaw clenched so tightly it could’ve cracked under the pressure.

"She’s not answering any questions," he snapped, his voice like a blade cutting through the noise. "Leave her alone!"

The crowd only grew more aggressive, sensing the tension as an opportunity to stir more drama. They surged closer, the air thick with shouts and shoves. And then, just as you thought it couldn’t get worse, you felt it; a hand grabbing your arm, pulling you back with startling force.

You gasped, stumbling as your balance wavered. The touch wasn’t rough, but it was unwelcome and jarring, panic instantly flaring in your chest.

"Hey! Let me go!" you cried out, struggling to twist free.

Hector’s reaction was immediate, instinctual, and furious. He whipped around, his eyes locking onto the man who had grabbed you. In an instant, the calm, collected Hector you knew was gone. Replaced by someone seething with protective rage.

"Get your hands off her!" he yelled, his voice louder and sharper than you’d ever heard. He stepped forward, his body bristling with barely contained anger.

The man raised his hands defensively, mumbling something about 'just trying to get her attention,' but Hector wasn’t hearing any of it.

"You think that’s okay?" Hector said roughly, his tone dark, each word laced with venom. He took another step closer, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. "Touch her again, and I swear-"

"Hector!" one of his teammates called out, suddenly appearing by his side. "Hey, hey, calm down."

But Hector wasn’t calm. His eyes stayed locked on the man as though daring him to make another move. His chest heaved with the effort to restrain himself, but his fists remained balled, ready to strike if provoked.

"Don’t touch her!" Hector shouted again, his voice cutting through the chaos. He gestured toward you, his anger protective rather than violent. "She’s not a zoo animal for you to do this, and you have no right to lay a hand on her!"

His teammates rushed forward then, one of them gripping his arm while another stepped in front of him, trying to break his line of sight to the man. "Hector, come on," one of them urged. "Not here. Let it go."

"Let it go?" Hector snapped, his voice incredulous. "He grabbed her!"

The teammate tightened his grip on Hector’s arm, pulling him back slightly. "I know, but you’ve got cameras everywhere. Don’t give them more to work with. Let’s go."

"Hector, please," you managed to call out, your voice shaky and strained.

Hearing your voice snapped him out of his anger like a bucket of cold water. He turned to look at you, and his expression immediately softened, concern overtaking the fury. But the chaos didn’t relent.

Security was already stepping in to move you both, and in the confusion, Hector’s teammates began pulling him toward the side entrance while another ushered you in a different direction.

"No, wait- she’s with me!" Hector protested, his voice rising in panic as he realized they were separating you.

"It’s just for a second!" one of his teammates reassured him, though Hector’s anxious expression didn’t ease.

Your heart sank as you lost sight of him, the crowd closing in again despite the security barrier. The noise, the flashes, and the sheer weight of the moment were too much.

By the time you were inside, your legs were shaking, and your chest felt tight. You found yourself in a quiet corner of the building, but the calm of the space did little to ease your nerves.

Tears welled in your eyes as you scanned the room, desperately searching for Hector. You didn’t care about the cameras or the chaos outside. You just needed him.

The minutes stretched unbearably long, but then, finally, you saw him. Hector came rushing through the door, his eyes scanning the room with a panicked focus. The moment he spotted you, he crossed the space in seconds, his long strides urgent and hurried.

"Amor," he breathed, his voice cracking slightly as he reached you. He cupped your face with both hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears that had spilled over. "Are you okay? Did anyone hurt you?"

You shook your head, but your lip trembled. "I’m fine. I just…I was so scared, Hector."

His arms were around you in an instant, pulling you into his chest. "I’m so sorry," he murmured into your hair, his voice thick with guilt. "I should’ve stayed closer. I should’ve kept you with me."

You clung to him tightly, the fabric of his shirt bunched in your fists. "It’s not your fault. You were protecting me. You always do."

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his dark eyes filled with regret and something deeper, an unspoken promise. "I swear to you, I’ll never let anything like that happen again. I don’t care if I have to fight through a thousand crowds; I’ll protect you, always."

His teammates had followed him inside, lingering a few steps away, their expressions a mix of relief and curiosity. The entire interaction was being filmed by someone nearby, but neither of you noticed. All that mattered was him.

"You’re all I care about," Hector continued, his voice low but steady. "Nothing else matters. Not the cameras, not the headlines. Just you."

You nodded, your hands still gripping his shirt as though letting go might cause the world to collapse. "I just want to go home," you whispered.

He kissed your forehead gently, his lips lingering as he whispered, "We’ll go. Right now. I’ve got you."

He kept his arm securely around you as he led you toward a private exit, the noise of the outside world fading with each step.

But even as the chaos diminished, the cameras had already captured everything; the protective fury in Hector’s eyes, the way he held you like you were his entire world, and the soft reassurances that followed.

By morning, the internet would be flooded with clips and photos, fans and media alike praising the way he protected you so fiercely. 'Boyfriend of the Year' some would call him. Others would gush over how deeply he cared, how obvious his love for you was.

But in that moment, as the two of you slipped into the quiet sanctuary of his car, none of it mattered. Hector held your hand tightly, his thumb brushing soothing circles against your skin, and whispered, "I’m never letting you go again. You’re mine to protect, always."

And for the first time that night, you felt safe.

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Pairings: Rhysand x Reader, Feysand

Word Count: 5.5k+

Triggers: mentions of torture, blood, rape (all nothing explicit), insecurities, depression, PTSD

Summary: When Rhysand had gone Under the Mountain, you, his wife, followed him. However, neither of you knew it had been a trap set by Amarantha. And so, for forty-nine, while being trapped Under the Mountain, you had been his support, his pillar, his reason for living while he had been tortured and used by Amarantha. You had suffered along with him, helplessly watching from the sidelines as Rhysand had to whore his way in protecting his city, his family… and you. But little did you know that things would change when Feyre came to save the High Lord of Spring. Little did you know, that yours and Rhysand’s life would change forever. And how your husband’s bond with you would slowly unravel and wrap around the newly Made High Fae.

Note: I was sobbing while writing this. I have no idea where this came from, but I love it. I originally was thinking of basing this off a song from Phantom of the Opera, but it gotten so astray that it became this mess of emotions. This will also be some mini spoilers from ACOTAR through ACOMAF, so just an FYI. I legit thought of this while I was driving home from my 12-hour night shift nursing job. And I wrote this in a couple of hours because of how much inspiration I had! LMAO. I love Rhysand and I love Feysand so much, but I wanted to see write a story that told was so heart wrenching that it ended up being this. I have read a few fics here on Tumblr about Rhysand having a lover before Feyre ever existed. I loved reading and I wanted to have my own little spin to it. I hope you guys enjoy it!

It had been nothing but a trap.

You and Rhysand had gone to the masquerade party Under the Mountain blindly.

The echoes of Mor and Cassian’s begging for either of you to go to the party still ring in your head. The smile that you had given your family and your last words, We’ll be home before you know it, made regret ache in your chest.

It had been a long forty-nine years and the worst forty-nine years of your immortal life.

The first time that Rhysand had decided to become Amarantha’s lover, you all but begged. Begged the High Queen to spare your husband. To have him do anything besides share her bed, you had begged to have yourself tortured by the Attor — anything to save your husband from such a life.

However, Amarantha was ruthless. She wanted to have the High Lord of Night share her bed, a way to torture not only him but you as well.

Throughout the nights, for forty-nine years, you watched and waited every night, for your husband to return to your bed and cry himself to sleep. To have shivers and sobs echo through your dark bedroom. To watch him sit in the tub, trying to scrub away the indecent touches and kisses of the High Queen. You had held him, comforted him. Prayed to the Mother that both of you would be able to return home to your family with an ounce of your sanity left.

And for you, you had to stay strong, for Rhysand — for your home, for your family that was waiting for you beyond the walls of the mountain.

You held back all the tears, the heartache, the pain that racked your body every single night — so you could pick up the pieces of Rhysand that Amarantha would place in your awaiting arms every single night.

Every night you slowly placed Rhysand together, putting him back as whole as possible with all the love you can muster. Focusing on caring for him, focusing on his pain rather than your own. He was so traumatized, hating every inch of himself because of what he did when he was with Amaramtha. You watched as he was slowly breaking and you couldn’t let that happen.

You couldn’t tell him the amount of pain you were having, not when he had done everything he could to protect Velaris and you along with it.

Because while he was being used by Amarantha, you were tortured by the Attor.

That horrid creature that served the High Queen all but relished in torturing your body, mind, and soul. You had bled, unbled, and been tortured all over again — the Attor putting you back together like a child’s block and dumped back into Rhysand’s arms. And every single time, there was no evidence of your pain — no scarred skin, no broken bones. Nothing to show your suffering and anguish — nothing to show you were broken and touched by darkness.

And only you knew that your mind and soul were slowly being ripped apart.

For forty-nine years that was your fate.

For forty-nine years you were Rhysand’s pillar, his support — the one to pick up the pieces to put him together.

But for forty-nine years you were breaking, slowly but surely. And no one was there to put you back together.

And so, when that time limit was slowly ticking away, little did you know your fate was about to change — for the worse.

You watched on the sidelines, with Rhysand by your side, as Feyre Archeron, the fae-hating human, declared her love for the High Lord of Spring, realizing it was too late to save him.

You watched from the sidelines as Rhysand — being the savior that he was — secretly helped the human through her trials and tribulations against Amarantha. You watched as the bargain to keep her alive was made — watched Rhysand’s determination for the human. You couldn’t say anything, didn’t want to say anything… for you knew it would get you and your husband back home and end this long nightmare.

When Amarantha had speculations on Feyre’s winnings against her tests, she decided to use the Attor to torture you for information. In the dead of the night when everyone was high on fae wine, Amarantha had dragged you down and allowed the Attor to break you, and torture you for the information she wanted.

But you never gave up, you never let the truth slip from your lips. Even when your bones were breaking, the nails of the Attor breaking through skin to make you bleed, or when it tried to break through your mental shields to hunt for information — you held on. Fighting tooth and nail against the pain and agony — to protect your husband and the fate of Prythian. You bit down every strain, every struggle, every yell that scratched your throat — worried that anything that may come out of you would reveal the coup that was brewing under Amarantha’s very nose.

And every time Amarantha was done with your torture, the Attor would put you back together — only your mind shattered to pieces. And every night you would crawl back into bed, biting back tears and screams, as you allowed your husband to hold you throughout the night — unknowing of what had happened to you hours before.

You would feel him slip away at night at times, and you’d follow through caverns of rock only illuminated by fae light to the dungeons below, to the prison that held the human — watched as he slipped through the metal gates, all to heal Feyre from the inflicted wounds from her battles against Amarantha. You would watch as she would fight against him, spit at him, as he did everything to ensure her safety and healing. All you wanted to do was scream, but you didn’t… you couldn’t. You would slip away, returning to your bed, pretending you were asleep as Rhysand would return into your awaiting bed. And every single time, you bit your lower lip, to prevent the aching sobs that wracked your entire body.

When the final trial had come, and Feyre had completed the third trial and therefore tortured and killed by Amarantha, you watched as both Rhysand and Tamlin rushed to her aid, eventually ending the High Queen’s life and reign. You watched as all of the High Lords of Prythian stepped forward and gave that kernel of life — a bit of their lifeforce to the human and watched her transform into one of you, a Made-High Fae.

You were happy that Feyre was brought back — the Savior of Prythian, the Defeater of Amarantha’s Reign — she deserves the happy ending, after everything she had gone through.

And you had hoped that would be the same for you and Rhysand once you returned to Valeris. You stood by his side when he had greeted Feyre, and watched when Rhysand had stiffened at the sight of her. Feeling his arm wrap around your waist in a tight grip before winnowing away, watching her face shift into confusion.

Both of you landed in the Townhouse, Mor giving a screech of surprise, wide eyes as she took in the both of you.

“…Rhys… (Y/N)…” she breathed out in shock before wrapping the two of you in a death hug.

The familiar warmth of Mor had you breaking down, your own hands grasping onto her shoulders as forty-nine years of tears racked through you. The three of you fall into the wooden floors in a heap.

But the thing that ripped your soul the most — to the point that it was unrepairable— was the heartbreaking whisper from your husband.

“She’s my mate…”

It was as if your world tilted on its axis and you didn't know what was up or down, right or wrong. Your body froze, and slowly pulled away from Mor’s embrace and looked at your husband with wide eyes.

“What…?”

Rhysand looked at you, violet hues brimming with tears, agony shown through the usual twinkling stars, “Feyre’s my mate…” was all he can muster out.

Your head pounded, your blood ran cold, and all you could feel was your body scrambling away from the embrace, hands and feet clawing at the wooden floors.

Your chest heaved, as you stared at Rhysand.

How fate was so cruel to you.

You need to support him, you are his pillar, you reminded yourself as a strained smile tugged at your lips.

“That's great, my love…” you whispered, voice shaking as you tried to find the words of happiness. But it was so difficult to find — for you knew that his new-found mate, was in love with someone else; was in a whole different Court. And that echo of half of a mating bond would slowly break your husband.

You maintained your composure, scrambling over to gently wrap your arms around Rhysand, running your fingers through darkened hair, “You will be fine…” you whispered as you felt him quiver in your arms, wetness soaking your shoulder, “You will get through this…”

Both of us will get through this… was all you could wish the Mother for.

The first three months after the events of Under the Mountain were the hardest. Every night Rhysand would still wake up in the middle of the night in cold sweat, screaming. Every night you'd wake up right beside him as he vomited his guts out thinking he was still Under the Mountain, still under the hands of Amarantha. Every night you would hold him in your arms whispering how much you love him and that he was safe with you, that he was back with you in the City of Starlight — back with his family.

You would hold him until he was back asleep, the nightmares kept at bay with you at his side.

But little did he know you were also fighting your own nightmares.

You'd wake up, a hand over your mouth as you held back screams, your nails digging into your skin to stop from waking your sleeping husband with the fear that crippled your body. You would slip from your large bed, down the stairs to the cool breeze of Valeris, kneeling on the ground as you held back every vomit, every groan, every nightmare that shook your body.

You couldn't be weak, not when your family had relied so much on you to keep them together. You were the glue that kept them sane, that kept them from shattering.

But who was going to pick up your pieces when you finally break? You didn't know, and you didn't have the luxury to ask.

The first time Rhysand had winnowed to retrieve Feyre for their “bargain”, all you could do was smile. Gently handling Feyre like a newborn lamb. You cared for her, as she tried to figure out her way through her new body. You watched from the sidelines as Rhysand interacted with the new High Fae, seeing a new light in him that was sparking — one that wasn't there when he was with you.

The second time Feyre was brought to Valeris, you watched as Rhysand pushed her to try to get better, pushed her to feel something rather than the emptiness she was radiating.

“She’s killing herself, (Y/N)…” he had told you one day as the two of you walked through the streets of Valeris, “I need to help her through this…”

Your chest ached with an unpleasant feeling, your whole body screaming that it should have been you that he was saving. But you shook that unpleasant feeling and gave him a small smile, “… You're right…”

Breaking… Your husband was breaking you… bit by bit.

When you had heard the echoes of Tamlin locking Feyre in Spring Court, the anger that Rhysand seeped was enormous. He had ordered Mor to save the poor girl from Tamlin’s clutches and whisked her away back to Night Court.

The look that Rhysand had given you when Feyre all but locked herself away, withering away in that room made you break even more.

You took it upon yourself to slowly help the female, caring for her — and building her confidence and health.

You were the pillar of this family, you had reminded yourself over and over again, all the while being chipped away slowly, No one gets left behind.

You watched as Feyre gained her health, became that girl that you saw Under the Mountain — regained that spark that was put out by Tamlin for all those months. You helped Feyre find herself in this new world, but little did you know you were slowly losing yourself too.

You had given up so much of yourself for your family, for your Court, for your husband that you didn’t know yourself anymore. You questioned your self-worth — wondering if what you have done for the past few centuries was all worth it.

What had you contributed to the Night Court for all these centuries? What had you done to earn your spot next to Rhysand? You were nothing special, the dark thoughts whispered into your ears — insecurities rising from the depths of the shadows. You weren't gifted the powers of the seven High Lords like Feyre, you weren't beautiful or frightening like Mor or Armen, and you didn’t know how to fight like Azriel or Cassian — weren’t trained on the ways of Illyrian fighting. You had nothing to contribute. You had no idea why Rhysand had kept you beside him all these years.

But you continued to give and give for the people you loved. You continued to give little of yourself each time someone from your family broke down — still healing from the effects of Amarantha’s rein. You gave a bit of yourself up to Feyre, your husband’s mate, so she can heal herself from the traumatic experience of her first love. You gave a bit of yourself up for Rhysand, as he slowly healed from his trauma from Under the Mountain.

You became the crumbling pillar in their lives.

Crack, crack …you were like glass, being slowly chipped away by the people you love. Those who you had tried to protect Under the Mountain. The very people that had taken advantage of your love and care without them even knowing.

“She’s in the cabin in the mountains… The Suriel told her that she and Rhysand were mates and that the bond finally snapped in her. And Rhys’ up there too… with her.” Mor had told you over a glass of wine.

Your body froze, which seems to be a common occurrence these days, as the glass of wine slipped from your fingers, shattering on the wooden floors. Your chest burned as you stared down at the shards of glass that covered the floor, your eyes dimming as Mor’s words echoed in your head.

The bond finally snapped in her… And Rhys’ up there too… with her.

Panic filled your senses as you stood up from your chair, shards of glass digging into the bottom of your feet as you fled the room, not sure where your bleeding feet were taking you.

“Shit, (Y/N)! What’s wrong? What happened?” Mor panicked, running after you, a hand reached out to gently grab your shoulder and stop you in your tracks.

It took a moment for you to react, dull eyes blinking, as you pulled your mind from such a muddled state. You turned to look at the blonde, who stared at you with a worried gaze, eyes glancing from your face to your feet, “…I… I don’t know. I’m sorry…” you whispered, not sure why you were apologizing in the first place.

You had looked down, your naked feet oozing out bright red blood, and dulling eyes tracked your footsteps behind you. You couldn’t feel it… the pain. There was nothing… no dull or stabbing pain. You had just felt the cool red liquid on your skin beneath your feet.

“… (Y/N)… (Y/N)!!!”

Head snapped up to look at Mor who shook your form gently, “Hey… What’s going on? Why aren’t you crying, screaming in pain? You stepped on so much glass… Let’s get you to Madja, okay?”

Brows furrowed and you tilted your head at the blonde, “…But it doesn’t hurt…” you all but whispered to her, “… I… I can’t feel the pain…”

Mor blinked in disbelief before shaking her head, “…I’m taking you to Madja… We need to get you seen and healed up…”

Mor gently held both of your hands, giving you a tiny smile before she had winnowed you away to the healer.

“… We’re losing her… mind, body and soul, Rhysand…”

You don’t even remember falling asleep.

“She hasn’t slept, nor ate… She has gotten so thin and so weak over the last couple of months… Has no one in the House noticed?”

You hear filters of conversations as you weave in and out of consciousness.

“Have you been really that busy to not pay attention to your wife, High Lord?”

You recognized voices but were unsure what they were talking about. Was it about you? What was going on?

“I don’t know Madja… She always looked okay. (Y/N) was just busy with her duties… ”

That was Rhysand. Had he really not been paying attention to you lately?

“It doesn’t seem like she’s okay, boy…Why is she like this? Like an empty shell that barely is walking this Earth?”

That was Armen’s voice. She sounded angry.

“… I — I… don’t know.”

“She stepped on glass and didn’t even flinch, Rhys. What’s going on?”

That was Azriel, the steel in his voice was unmistakable.

“We won’t get answers unless we look into her mind, she should be unconscious enough that you could break through her walls.”

You could feel the hesitance in the room before you felt warm hands run through your hair.

“I’m sorry (Y/N)…”

Claws of darkness tore through your mental walls and everything sprung out.

Your memories of the Attor and Amarantha torturing you when you were Under the Mountain. The feeling of your bones breaking, skin bleeding, tears, and screams ripping through your very body every night you were tortured. The feeling of emptiness every time they had put you back together to do it again and again. The emotions of anguish and fear crippled your very soul every time Rhysand was taken away from you each night. The constant worry about your family, fear that if Amarantha found them everything would be all for naught. You had to put on a brave face for not only yourself but for Rhysand to get through this ordeal — to help him heal and push on. Because if you didn’t, you would have failed to keep your family safe.

Everything was revealed, on how broken your soul had become while Under the Mountain. And how broken you were when you realized that your husband was mated to someone else. On how little of you was left when you heard that your husband had completed the mating bond.

On how little of you was left as you gave yourself for your family.

Get out of my head…!!! you pushed Rhysand out of your mind, blockading your memories and pain with metal walls and darkness — impenetrable to the Daemati abilities of your husband.

A gasp escaped your body, back arching as eyes opened wide. Your body sitting up as you pushed hands away, scrambling away as you pressed your back against the headboard, panting as you clutched the fabric of your nightgown against your chest, eyes wide as you stared at your family.

“How dare you rip my mental shields, Rhysand??” you whispered in disbelief, your voice shaking with every word, eyes blurring with tears that threatened your vision.

Chip, chip… crack. The glass has finally broken.

“How could you do that? You had promised all those centuries ago, that you would never do that… And yet here you are… breaking that very promise!!”

You watched as the High Lord flinched, violet eyes diverting away.

Bloodshot eyes stared at the people in the room — your family surrounding the large bed that you had laid on.

“… Are you all just noticing my pain now? Was this the only way you would have ever realized the pain I had to endure for you? On the nightmares that have plagued my dreams for years on end? Have I hidden my pain so well that none of you would have seen it? Without ripping my sanity apart?!

“I’ve given so much of myself for all of you. I have fought tooth and nail to ensure that this family would continue to prosper after Amarantha’s rein… Became that pillar all of you had so wrongfully placed on me… That expectation… was a burden. I realized I couldn’t show any weakness, that I couldn’t break down and show my own nightmares because all of you were still trying to heal.”

“We never expected you to do any of that…” Rhysand started.

“Yes, you have! Who would keep this Court afloat when you were still healing? Every damn night you woke up feeling disgusted under your own skin due to everything that woman had done to you. How could I have asked you to move on and rule over your Court? I couldn’t. I needed you to heal for your own health, for your own sanity. For your family’s sanity and well-being. How could I ask any of you to move on after not having your brother for the past forty-nine years while he was being raped Under the Mountain by that woman? I couldn’t! Everyone was healing! But all of you saw how strong I still was and presumed I was alright… that it hadn’t affected me. That these past forty-nine years didn’t cause me to break… But guess what, it has! More than you have ever believed.”

You took a deep breath, tears spilling over as you fought the panic that threatened to take over your whole body.

“I was tortured, every night for the past forty-nine years by the Attor. To be ripped apart, mentally and physically… every damn night and then put back together as if nothing happened. And I would go back into the dark room with you, Rhys… to watch you break apart after what Amarantha had put you through. I watched you claw your skin at the very thought of her touching you… That her very scent seeped so deep into your skin that you wanted nothing but to claw your very soul out…”

Rhys’ gaze snapped back to yours, agony in its very depths.

A broken laugh escaped you, “How could I have told you what had happened to me when you were so broken… You cried, every night, wondering if you were still yourself… Wondering if you were enough still. How could I tell you of my pain, when you were wallowing in so much of it?

“I had to be strong… for the both of us. So that both of us could return home to our family and heal together. I became strong so that you can heal… and get us out from Under the Mountain… Together. But… I realized… after all these months… You were the only one that was able to make it out… You and Feyre…”

Your gaze drifted to the Made-Fae behind Rhysand.

“While I am stuck… Under the Mountain, with the claws of the Attor and that woman still rooted in my nightmares. And when we got out, back home… I thought that was when I could tell you of my pains, my nightmares… but, I still couldn’t. Not only did that woman still plague your dreams, but your connection to your mate haunted you as well. You felt everything that Feyre felt while she was in the horrors in Spring Court.”

A shiver broke through your fragile body, you felt as if your whole body could just shatter into millions of pieces at that point. And at that point, you wish it did. You wish you didn’t have to expose your soul to the people who broke you apart.

“You prioritized the safety of your mate, one who didn’t know of the bond, who hated your entire being… over the person who had gone through the torture and pain with you Under the Mountain. You chose your mate…”

A smile tugged at the edge of your lips, one that did not reach your eyes, one that did not twinkle as it usually did.

“And I can’t fault you for that… I want to… with every being in my body… every cell of my immortal life. But I can’t..” you whispered, your head shaking in disbelief, “I want to fault you for not choosing me. But I just can’t…Your other half, the part of your soul with breaking, dying… And I couldn’t hate you for it. I stayed strong… so that she could heal… so that both of you could heal so you can make it out of that darkness…”

And yet I brought both of you together… by healing the both of you and breaking me at the same time… You thought to yourself, your brows furrowed with pain.

A shaky sigh escaped you as you opened your eyes, and found yourself staring into violet hues. Rhysand kneeling in front of you on that bed. Shaky hands coming up to cup your face, only to have you turn away, averting his touch.

“…Please don’t touch me, Rhysand…”

You watched from the corner of your eye how the High Lord’s body stiffened at the sound of his name escaping your lips like that. You never had called him his full name, not in the centuries you have been together. It had always been Rhys… with the laugh that would accompany it, the smile that would tug at the edge of your lips when you called out to him.

Not anymore. That person had died Under the Mountain — forty-nine years ago.

“…Please don’t touch me when you have held your mate…” you pleaded, wrapping your arms around yourself — wanting to crawl into yourself and disappear, rather than have Rhys touch you, and comfort you.

“—- I…”

“—-Don’t say you’re sorry…. Just don’t. If you were truly sorry, this wouldn’t have happened…” you looked and turned to the healer, “Madja, please escort them out… I don’t want to see them right now…”

The pleas from your family went deaf to your ears, you closed your eyes hearing the yells and cries as Madja removed them from the room, the doors finally shutting, leaving you in silence.

And when you were finally alone, you finally broke, a scream so excruciating that it echoed throughout all of Prythian.

“You’re going to become a statue at this point, (Y/N)…” murmured the Captain as he placed a light shawl over your shoulders.

It had been almost a decade since Madja had gently handed you over to the High Lord of Dawn Court.

The Night Court healer realized that you had been too broken — too fragile to be glued together by her ancient, old healer hands. Madja knew you’d continue to suffer underneath the skies of Valeris, to be so close to those who had ripped small pieces of you away, leaving nothing but the raw edges.

You needed somewhere to heal, and Thesan had willingly opened his doors up for you after hearing what had happened. The High Lord remembered you from Under the Mountain, a figure that had always stood by Rhysand's side — a figure of support for the High Lord of Night Court.

And yet when things fell apart, they had left you… pieces on the ground — shattered. He couldn't leave you that way, not after everything that you went through.

So he took you in, healing your mind, soul, and heart.

It had been a tough few years. You were an empty shell of your former self. You never ate, never slept, didn’t even say a word to anyone — just stared into the golden light of Dawn Court skies. It took a lot of coaxing from both Thesan and his lover to get you to start healing.

It was slow, excruciatingly slow. But Thesan knew that it would take years, centuries even for the amount of pain and trauma to minimize.

When you felt the light shawl drape over your shoulders, you looked up at the Captain and gave him a small smile, nodding your head to thank him.

The Captain of the Peregryn hummed out a stood next to you while you sat in your chair, awaiting his lover to join the two of you. You knew that the High Lord had a meeting with one of the Seasonal Courts that day and it would have been a long meeting and Thesan didn’t want to leave you alone too much due to your delicate condition; and thus having his lover stay by your side.

You heard the door open, but it sounded distant as you just stared absentmindedly outside, allowing the cool breeze of Dawn Court to wrack a shiver through your body.

“I told you to watch over her, my love…” Thesan’s voice echoed through your room.

What you didn’t expect was another pair of footsteps to follow Thesan’s. Your body stiffened, an unknown person entering the sanctuary of your bedroom. Feeling a familiar weight on your shoulder, you looked up to gaze up at the High Lord of Dawn who gave you a gentle smile, “You will get a cold, my child…” he murmured.

“That’s why I gave her a shawl…” you heard the Captain murmured. And the light battering between lovers caused you to tug a tiny smile on your features.

Your eyes moved from the couple to the person that had occupied Thesan’s side. You recognized him — the High Lord of Summer, Tarquin. You met him briefly Under the Mountain, but never spoke to him. Turquoise eyes met yours and he bowed his head, and you just tilted yours in question.

Thesan watched your movement and glanced at the Summer High Lord.

“My child… I think it’s time that you make new friends…”

Tarquin stepped towards you and set out his hand. You stared at it for a few moments before you raised your own to place on top of his palm, “It’s an honor to meet you, (Y/N)…” he hummed out, pressing a kiss on top of your hand, “My name is Tarquin — -”

“… I know who you are High Lord of Summer…” your voice weak, a whisp of sound in the Dawn wind, “Why are you here? Why are you willing to see me?”

Tarquin’s brows scrunched together before he relaxed his features, “… I want to help you heal… A decade in Dawn Court sounds boring…”

Thesan’s quip on the side caused a quirk in your lip as you focused on Tarquin.

“Come with me to the Summer Court, hopefully the warmth there will heal you a bit more…”

You stared at Tarquin, hesitance in your every feature, a hesitant nod causing Tarquin to smile before winnowing you away, landing in Summer soil, greeted by the warm sun.

#acotar fanfiction #acotar x reader #a court of thorns and roses #acotar fic #acotar angst #rhysand x reader #rhysand #rhys acotar #( .one shot : breaking like glass )

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spheixrie · 1 year ago

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HOLY SHIT. OKAY I HAD A THOUGHT. What about Dad!Bakugou and his baby girl growing up until elementary

Dad!Bakugou and his daughter aight? You think they wouldnt be a chaotic pair but guess what, you thought wrong bae.

When you little devil angel was born, Bakugou took one look at her and immediately became attached to her. Whenever you wanted to carry her he refused to give your kid and only gave her back to feed her, and always took her back after 😭😭

THIS MAN WOULD EVEN CHANGE HER DIAPERS. Legit, he wouldnt complain, whenever he thinks her load is full, he'll take action straight away to change it.

Whenever she would cry in the middle of the night he'd bolt out of bed straight away and go to her room. Next thing you know he's at the doorway with the baby in his arms, "She's hungry" he'll say and hand her over to you. As you feed the baby, he snuggles close to you and the baby, watching you closely. And when you're done, he makes sure she gets back to sleep and puts her back to her crib.

You would come back home from work and would see them in the living room, both of them on the couch, the baby on his chest. In one of his hands was a milk bottle while his other arm was protectively wrapped around the baby.

They are INSEPARABLE, one day you come home from the grocery store and find him hyping up your daughter as she just got her quirk and was practically blasting all over the place.

Bae if your kid gets bullied get ready to hold your husband back because he wont hesitate to throw hands, even if it's just a kid bro. Imagine your kid getting back from school, crying with bruises on her knees. You patch her up as she explains what happened and next thing you know, Katsuki fucking Bakugou was already making his way to the playground to beat the shit OUT OF A CHILD 😭😭

Ofc you pull him back but he shouts at the child to never touch his baby girl again and both the parent and child was shaking on the spot. Bakugou being the number 2 hero and all, who wouldnt shake in his presence? You apologize to the kid and parent as Bakugou huffs and picks his baby girl up in his arms and walks home.

After that incident. He finishes work early so that he'd be the one to pick up your daughter and everyone would be "Holy shit is that Dynamight?" and no one ever messed with his daughter again.

Katsuki fucking Bakugou who'd get off work to attend any of his daughters school activities and be there for her is my life.

He'd be like "Im not gonna work today I'm attending my daughters' field trip" and they be like "But isnt your wife gonna?-" he cuts them off and goes "I SAID IM NOT GONNA WORK TODAY, ARE YOU GONNA QUESTION MY DECISIONS?!"

At his daughters' elementary graduation he would cancel everything just to be there. He'd ask another pro to take his place for the day just so he can join his daughter on stage and put a medal on her neck

Bae get ready cause he will be THE best dad to your daughter and they will be inseparable for life

#bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou #bakugou #bakugou as a dad #bnha imagines

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kenananamin · 2 years ago

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I LOVED your girl dad nanami hcs. This isn't a request but I was wondering like, imagine (I whole heartedly agree he's a girl dad) reader and nanami they had three sons. Don't get me wrong. Nanami LOVES his boys so much. And all of them are such gentlemen. He's raising them so good. Exact copies of him in manners and in looks some ways. The eldest son has his blonde hair, the middle son has his eyes and the youngest one has his highschool emo hair. BUT (now to the fun part) Reader is pregnant again and this time it's a girl.!!!!!! How would he react? And the boys too. Secretly they've also been wanting a little sister (that's so cute 😭)

Now, how do you think Nanami would react? I think he would cry, like legit he would. He's always wanted a baby girl. This is like a dream come true for him. And and the baby girl after being born looks exactly like him, hair, eyes, nose EVERYTHING.

While the boys take more after Nanami regarding their personality, meaning they're mature for their age and very well mannered. But his baby girl takes after reader's playful nature and is just so so precious and sweet. Of course she has good manners too. But she's like everyone's princess in the family.

Her brothers love her and are protective of her. And she's just so playful and adorable that no one can get mad even if she pulls a prank or messes something up at home.

It's like, even when Nanami tries to scold her (he never would) or discipline her, she would just giggle and and grab his arms and legs and just hold onto it (IM LITERALLY.. THIS IS TOO SWEET) A heavy sigh escapes Nanami and he smiles knowing his daughter has him wrapped around her fingers and he can never ever even try to talk to her in a stern manner. She's just so innocent.

Sorry sorry this was so Long 😭 even if you don't reply to it, I hope you enjoyed reading this at least.

i'm so happy you liked my girl dad nanami hcs!! thank you for reading it! 😭 and honestly while writing it, i was thinking of the exact opposite too, boy dad nanami but he finally gets his little princess at the end 🥹

so here are my hcs for nanami as a boy dad while secretly hoping the next one is a girl, and the boys praying their next sibling is a girl

is excited to have a boy as their first born, he thinks about the things he will teach him and how nanami plans to show his son how to treat women RIGHT

tells you that he's got this covered and his fiery passionate eyes tell you he indeed does got it

decorates the baby's room with old action figures and comic books/manga from his childhood

rewatches his old cartoons and shows to make sure they're appropriate for his son to watch with him

tells everyone how he has your eyes and his hair and lowkey brags that it's the prettiest combination

is excited to buy mini sneakers and baseball caps but stops with the shoes bc baby outgrows them in 0.2 seconds

likes to carry his son like a football bc it makes him giggle his heart out and nanami knows you're looking at his bicep 👀

is ECSTATIC when you're pregnant again and immediately wants to know the gender. he's excited for his son to have a partner in crime and is happy you saved all the things your first son used (nanami is very very pro-hand me downs and wants to see those tiny sneakers used again)

tells his son to kiss your tummy throughout your pregnancy bc he wants them to be super close from the beginning

on that note, nanami kisses and hugs his boys all the time to start to show them they can be a tough guy and like hugs and kisses just like daddy and not be embarrassed about any of it

is brought to tears almost every time he passes by the baby's room and the eldest is holding the baby's hand through the crib railings telling him "i love you baby"

likes seeing the eldest's patience when the baby is learning how to share and rewards the eldest with ice cream and tickles

tells his boys to open every door for mommy and hold it open if there's someone behind them

plays a little rough with the boys when they're play wrestling but they're all scolded by mommy when someone ends up crying (nanami was poked in the eye by a tiny finger and the boys thought they made their daddy cry)

buys his boys barbies so they can create a realistic fantasy world when they play. the eldest eventually puts the barbies in charge most of the time

nervous when you're taking the next pregnancy test and quietly hopes it's a girl. the eldest wants a girl too and the soon-to-be middle child just thinks it's another regular thursday aka he does not care yet lol

sighs when the doctor says it's another boy, he's happy bc they have everything they would need for another boy but he really was hoping for a girl since this might be their last child

last boy ends up being the blend of both kids, patient and quiet, but can be excited and loud if he's really into something

dedicates special quiet time w the boys to teach them to listen and appreciate quiet activities

takes his boys out to play sports every weekend to give mommy a break from so many boys and chants random phrases with them in the car

make his boys help with dinner, clean-up, and laundry bc he wants them to appreciate everything that's done for them

tells the boys to come into the room while you get ready for date night so they can see everything you do from deciding what to wear to hair to makeup, etc etc. this is when the boys get a front row seat to seeing how much dad appreciates and loves mom

then pulls them into the closet to show them everything he does to get ready bc a man needs to put in just as much effort

has coffee dates w his boys where he'll get his tea or black coffee and the boys will get a lemonade and their cake pops and they can drive around

hugs and kisses each one of his boys when he gets home which in turn makes the boys get used to being affectionate with each other

buys his boys flowers when he takes you yours. he wants to be the first one to ever them their flowers. this leads to the boys going outside to bring back a flower, dandelion, leaf, or rock to their dad. dad now has a collection of random things in his spot of the garden

weekly sit-down w the boys to talk about emotions to teach them how to put their feelings into words

does not explicitly tell his sons to kneel for women but his sons see how dad always kneels for you if you're sitting somewhere low (CUE TO EP 12 W NOBARA AND NITTA, THIS IS CANON)

is in shock when the boys come in for an intervention-like meeting asking why they don't have a sister yet and when they can get one

is impressed with how the eldest pulls him aside and shows him the plan to have a younger sister now so that he can have enough time w her before he leaves for college (eldest is not older than like 10 lmao but he's a planner just like dad)

shows you the plan and is in love with how everyone wants a girl

is very happy to keep trying 🫣😮‍💨

all the boys go w you to get the letter w the gender of the baby and start to plan a big gender reveal bc they all have a "feeling"

all start to cry uncontrollably when the inside of the gender reveal closet is full of pink clothes, blankets, and toys. someone's on the floor (eldest), someone is running laps around everything and everyone (middle), someone is carefully touching your tummy (nanami) and another is asking if they can name her like their favorite anime character (youngest)

all start reading and researching how to raise a girl and are visibly stressed yet excited

nanami starts creating lists of cute clothes and can stay up all night imagining a giggling little girl on his shoulders

cries if he's by himself and in his feelings bc he's so overwhelmingly happy w his life and kids, feels like the luckiest man

goes to lowe's to get paint to prepare his princess's room and the boys are in overalls and ready to paint when he gets home

imagines a little girl joining their coffee dates and the boys giving her their mud pies and holding her hand everywhere they go

sees the most beautiful little girl and is blinded by the love his kids have for each other

will pass by the baby's room in the middle of the night to see all 3 boys sleeping on the floor right next to her crib. grabs his pillow and joins his boys on the floor

buys a new baby kangaroo for the boys to decorate and carries their princess EVERYWHERE

has to break up arguments the boys start to have over who gets to push the stroller this time

the boys dress her up in their old sneakers and baseball caps

all wear tutus and tiaras while they patiently wait for her to pour them their cup of tea during tea time

the two youngest boys teach her how to get someone in a headlock to defend herself and nanami and eldest have to step in

eldest then secretly teaches her men's weak spots and plans to take her to a self defense class eventually

babygirl is always giggling and is so playful, her and mommy have got these boys wrapped around their fingers

nanami is always swaying whenever he’s standing still bc babygirl attaches herself to his leg and he swings her back and forth for as long as he’s standing straight. making a sandwich? swinging the baby on his leg. brushing teeth? swinging the baby on his leg. working on his standing desk? swinging the baby on his leg.

the bros get defensive if someone tries to scold her but they’ll pull her aside themselves and tell her why it was wrong. nanami stands outside the door and listens to them

nanami still asks his boys to go out and at least two suggestions from the boys include the little princess

nanami and boys for sure stare at mommy and princess in awe at random times

they all know the girls have the deciding vote and they run the whole house. and they love it 😌

nanami is so girl dad coded BUT he would be the best dad in general. he for sure needs a little girl somewhere in the mix but he’d win the fatherhood award for sure

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