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eitaababe · 1 year

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Hiiii can i make a request for a possessive neteyam 🥹 i need one where he x reader argue, and he says something hurtful because he’s jealous and reader goes to leave the hut to cool off because she’s hurt but he makes it up to her ;) WINK WINK maybe a little touch of a begging neteyam as well hehe

Dirty filthy nasty talk as well sorry I’m done now LMAO

SOMEONE ELSE !

a/n — hi love! sorry i don't really feel comfortable writing smut with neteyam (or anyone lmao) just yet 😭 so i just made it a lil suggestive at the end i hope that's ok!! / also since the end is suggestive and implied to lead to something neteyam's aged up cause he's a minor and that would be awk🧍‍♂️

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To say you and Neteyam were inseparable was practically an understatement. Ever since you'd met as kids, you always stuck together. You were there for each other when you got your ikrans, even, and you'd always go on rides together. A dynamic duo, people liked to call you.

So of course, when his family left the clan for the safety of everyone, you couldn't just let your mate leave you. So with some convincing and promising that the Sully's would take you in as their own, your parents reluctantly agreed, deciding you could choose your own future.

Though you missed the forrest, being by the ocean was something you'd never experienced before, and it was one of the most beautiful sights you've ever seen. There were so many creatures and the people were different in many ways, you were excited to learn about everything.

However, you grew less and less thrilled when you realized the time you spent with Neteyam would diminish to very little. He was always out and about, getting to ride his ilu and protecting his siblings from those in the village who looked down upon them. He was always so stressed, so tired, that when you did hang out, you always felt like a burden, or an argument would start.

So you started to keep your distance, and as a result, met new people and made new friends. You started to enjoy the presence of a boy named Rotxo, who was allegedly one of Ao'nung's friends. You were skeptic at first, not hearing so good things about his friend, but the more you got to know him, he became a trustworthy friend. He heard all about your struggles with Neteyam, always a good listener and giving good advice.

Although, Neteyam didn't see you and Rotxo's relarionship as anything friendly. In fact, whenever he spotted you two, he could be sulking for the rest of the day. Granted, it was his fault you two haven't been talking as much, and he could probably just have talked to you about it. But he didn't know how, and as a result, you'd found another person to fill his company.

Was he really that easy to replace?

Finally having enough, Neteyam wordlessly grabbed your arm, dragging you away mid-conversation with Rotxo. He ignored your protests and took to a secluded area, stopping only to be met with a harsh glare.

"What the hell, Neteyam?" You shouted, crossing your arms. Yikes. He didn't think that one through. "What's your problem? I was talking to him!"

"Well maybe I don't want you talking to him!"

"Why?" You inquired, annoyed at his antics. "You don't get to decide who I can and can't talk to. I'm my own person. Plus he's my friend. And he's been better company than you, as of late."

His heart dropped at the blow, knowing you were right. "It just makes me uncomfortable, okay? I don't like him being close to you."

"Oh, you don't like someone else enjoying my company? Sorry Neteyam, but I'm not going to wait around alone and close myself off from everyone else just because you refuse to talk to me! I happen to enjoy talking to Rotxo, and there's nothing you can do that will stop me."

"Fine then," he snapped, jealousy overcoming him. "Go! Go be with Rotxo. See if I care," he paused, sinking his fingers into the palms of his fists and unable to stop himself from digging an even bigger whole. "I have others who want my company. There's many metkayina women who would enjoy my presence."

Offended that he would say such a thing, you scoffed, not recognizing the man standing in front of you. "Fine then! Go be with another woman!"

"I will!" He responded without thinking, immediately regretting it when he saw the look on your face.

"I never want to see you again." You seethed, eyes glossy as you walked hastily away from him, leaving a regretful Neteyam.

The days that passed by all felt like a blur, your heart throbbing. Did he really mean that? Was he tired of you? Were you making a mistake when you decided to follow him and his family? Rotxo listened to all your worries, comforting you and helping you avoid Neteyam at all costs.

He kept looking for you, wanting a chance to apologize. He wishes he had just kept his mouth shut, or went after you once you walked away. The scene replayed in his head constantly, thinking of what he could've done different to make you not hate him.

So he waited until after eclipse, and when everyone else went to bed, he went out to the beach, knowing you would be there. You always enjoyed the solitude of nighttime, when nobody else was awake and you could watch the waves peacefully on your own.

Neteyam slowly made his way up to you, awkwardly clearing his throat to grab your attention. When you actually turned around and focused on him he was shocked, wide eyed and speechless. "Um, hi."

"Hi." you curtly responded, ready to leave when he grabbed your hand.

"Please, y/n. I want to apologize." He pleaded.

You gave him a look, as if saying to get on with it. He hesitated, not completely sure what to say. "I'm...i'm sorry. I didn't mean it. Any of it. I was jealous that you were spending more time with Rotxo."

You stayed silent still, making him nervous. "And I don't want another woman," he added, looking you dead in the eye. "I wouldn't dream of it. You are the one I want to be with for the rest of my life. You are kind, sweet, loyal, and have been nothing but the best for me. I took that for granted, so when I saw you enjoying the company of another, it pissed me off. I cannot stand the thought of you being with someone who isn't me." he stopped, and you noticed his eyes starting to glimmer in the moonlight.

"I'm sorry. Truly. And if you don't forgive me I understand." Neteyam finally finished, his chest rising up and down shakily.

"Oh, ma Neteyam," you cooed, taking his face in your hands. You wiped away the tears that fell down his face with your thumbs, kissing where they fell. "I could never want anyone other than you. I just need you to talk to me next time, okay? No more keeping your problems from me. I'm here to help you with your burdens, not hide them."

The boy nodded wordlessly, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. "I promise, my love. I will never make you feel like I want someone else again."

He then trailed kisses down your jaw, lips softly moving over the skin of your neck. His teeth grazed over it, biting lightly. He chuckled from the soft sound that left your throat, kisses drifting down below your neck. He pressed you against a tree, knee separating your legs.

"Neteyam, not here." You breathed out, not making any attempt to stop him. But, you really didn't want to get caught by anyone in a public area like this.

"Shh, my love," he soothed, hands wafting towards your loincloth. "I'm gonna make it up to you, okay?"

Oh, you were in for a long night.

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a/n — i literally had no idea how to write the ending i'm sorry if it's bad 🧍‍♂️

#avatar x reader #neteyam sully #avatar #neteyam #neteyam angst #neteyam fluff #neteyam sully x you #neteyam x reader #avatar fluff #neteyam fic #neteyam imagine #— requests !#— answered

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gwojo · 4 months

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Gojo Satoru as your bf

FEATURING: Gojo Satoru (五条悟)

gojo satoru x gn!reader, fluff, slight angst if u squint, basically just the things he'd do for you bc of how much he luvs u! wordcount: 622

We all know THEEEEE gojo satoru is so whipped when it comes to being in-love?! Some probably think he'll be clueless but when it comes to you, he's so knowledgeable with everything related to you

It started off as a lil crush on you and obviously we all know gojo is shameless when it comes to his feelings (except for dark and deep ones) so he kept on reminding u everyday that he had a interest on you

You both end up with each other while his students were also cheering you both on (it was so cute bc yuji was the happiest)

We all know gojo satoru is a very busy man, despite that he still makes time just to see you everyday, even making the higher ups angry due to him leaving his students in a abandoned hospital and he'd leave just to travel to you and see you.

Messages between you both weren't frequent, he will always find a way to see you irl but whenever he has to go overseas as his punishment for leaving his students without any supervision, that's where your notifications are FLOODING. LIKE NONSTOP.

Although he's at work at most times, he still somehow messages you??? like a lot?? so you ask him about it and he tells you that he messages u even when he's on a battle with cursed spirits

Honestly there would be more voice messages or calls in both of your dms because I reckon he's more of a call guy rather than a text guy

He'd always rant to you about how annoying the higher ups are and stuff, he's SUPER talkative but he always lets you speak first or after so you don't feel left out bc he rlly loves hearing ur voice

He's much of a "if he wanted to, he would" typa guy and honestly even if he didn't want to do it he would still do it for you, like even HIS FAVORITE Kikufuku he would still give it to you because of how much he loves you, he acts stingy most of the time but he'll always end up giving it to you

Whenever you have panic attacks or just anything general with having a bad day which results you into getting breakdowns, he'd always be there for you no matter what. Kisses and hugs, food, everything you ever loved, and him ofc

He never hated anything about you honestly, he just loved who you are and whenever you get insecure about the girls who chases him–he always end up flexing his wallet and his phone in front of their faces, why? because your face was plastered everywhere in it. LIKE EVEN HIS PHONE CASE IS YOU TAKING A MIRROR SELFIE, polaroid pictures were frequent with u (he keeps a pic of u in his wallet and also his students, even tho he doesn't use wallets.)

He'd call you "love, baby, sugarboo" most of the time, he's just so silly. He's a unserious guy tbh but he knows when to stop and where to stop whenever you actually get upset

Whenever he's upset because he got jealous when you were catching up with your bestfriend, he would stop talking to you or ignore you once you got home (trust me. he won't last after 20 minutes max.) so he gets all pouty but partially its a joke because he really trusts you with all his heart and he knows you won't replace him but he also gets upset and just a little kiss from you, he'll be back to normal (basically just bragging about how hot he is).. He'll always crave your presence no matter what, and nothing and no one will change that.

reblogs are appreciated! thank you for reading.

— © gwojo 2023. pls i advise u not to share on tiktok, plagiarize, repost on other platforms, copy, or translate.

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heavenlyhischier · 10 months

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𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞 - 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬 (𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭)

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word count: 3.7k

chapter summary: a little game of truth or dare never hurt anyone, right?

warnings: mild angst, cursing, drinking, steamy makeout session and build up to smut- nothing overly detailed but i still suggest you do not engage if you're a minor, unedited

notes: here is the final part everyone! thank you guys very much for all of the love i've received for this. it means so much to me and im a lil sad that it's over. feel free to send in any requests if you'd like ◡̈

The past week, your relationship with Jack was on the mend and things were nearly back to normal again. Conversations weren’t tense and the air around you wasn’t awkward and uncomfortable like it was before, but the two of you had still yet to talk about what happened. Quinn had done the unfortunate honors of interrupting your moment on the dock the day Natalie left, and truthfully, you’ve been avoiding being alone with him since.

Jack knew that, too. He noticed the way you would rush off if you saw him approaching you when you were alone. He noticed the way that you would insert yourself into a conversation you weren’t previously in when he tried to pull you away. He especially noticed that, despite the room across from him being empty, you remained in his brother's room, and that was what made his chest burn the most. He let his mind wander towards thoughts that made him feel as if the world was swallowing him whole.

The fire blazed in front of you, illuminating the group as they shared stories and their laughter echoed across the lake and through the trees. These were the moments that you cherished the most because it was one of the few times where you all got to forget about the stress of life and simply be. For a night, your worries and heartaches were let go and replaced by the feelings of content and happiness.

“Are you ever going to talk to him,” Luke nudged you, tearing your gaze away from Jack who had his head thrown back in laughter after Trevor had spilled his beer on himself.

“I want to, but I’m scared,” You spoke quietly, not wanting the others to hear. You gazed up at the younger boy, his eyes slightly glazed over and unfocused.

“Of what,” He prodded.

“I don’t know. Not being able to hide how I really feel about him,” You mumbled, bracing yourself for the stupid grin that was undoubtedly going to break out on his face as you finally admitted the one thing he had been trying for the last week.

He did, in fact, let a big teasing grin form on his face as he took a sip of his beer in an attempt to shield it from the others. You turned your focus to your lap, a light blush creeping onto your cheeks, while Luke met his brother’s burning stare from across the fire, raising his eyebrows and subtly jerking his head in your direction. Jack pulled his brow together in confusion, letting his stare find you for the hundredth time that night.

You felt his eyes on you before you found them, and when you did it was hard to fight the shy smile that formed on your face. He was looking at you like you were the only person there, ignoring the others as they yelled around him. A gentle smile of his own formed on his lips as he watched you pull your bottom lip between your teeth and bashfully look away from him. It gave him hope that maybe, just maybe, you felt something more for him.

“I’m going to get more to drink,” You announced as you stood, “Anyone want anything?”

“I’ll come with you,” Trevor yelled over everyone else, Alex wincing since he was sitting right next to him.

You briefly glanced at Jack, noticing that his lips were tugged into a slight frown as he now stared at the fire. He had the same look on his face that he had when you told him that you were seeing someone from school, and you couldn’t help but let yourself read into the situation a little bit. You let the thought that maybe he was jealous wander in your mind, but Trevor throwing his arm around you and dragging you to the house distracted you from that.

“I don’t know how you drink that shit,” He wrinkled his nose as you poured the wine into your cup, “It’s so bitter.”

“You’re bitter,” You playfully rolled your eyes, placing the bottle back on the rack.

The two of you fell into a lapse of silence as he grabbed beers for the others, but you could tell he wanted to say something. Trevor was a man of many, many words, and while him offering to come inside wasn’t unusual, you could tell he had an ulterior motive.

“So,” Trevor dragged out as he stopped what he was doing to stare at you, “Can you do me a favor?”

“What’s that, Z,” You quirked an eyebrow, sipping your drink.

“Can you please talk to Jack,” He groaned, leaning across the center island to grab your free hand, “If I have to listen to him bitch about you ignoring him and sleeping in Luke’s room for the fourth night in a row I think I’m going to kill him.”

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh at the way Trevor looked truly distressed, his pleading eyes staring up at you and lips pulled into a pout. Shaking your head at the boy in front of you, you leaned over the counter so that you were eye level with him, his hand remaining tightly gripped with your own. With it just being the two of you, you didn’t feel the need to hide the defeated look as you prepared yourself to speak.

“I’m not ready to talk to him yet. I just- I need time to let myself get over how I feel about him first,” You explained, your voice slightly cracking towards the end.

“Or, get this, you could tell him how you feel,” He tried, giving you a goofy, teasing smile as he cocked his head to the side.

Rolling your eyes at the boy for a second time, “I think I’d rather die than ever embarrass myself like that.”

“What if I told you that you wouldn’t embarrass yourself,” He goaded, “What if I told you that it might work out.”

Your breath caught in your throat, causing you to lightly cough as you regain your composure. You searched for any trace of deception on his face, but were met only with his unwavering determination.

“I’d tell you that you’re way too drunk, Zegras,” You nervously chuckled, letting his hand fall onto the counter and backing away from him, “Let’s go back outside before they think we’re doing something we shouldn’t be.”

You grabbed your drink and a few of the beers that Trevor had pulled out of the fridge before rushing back outside. Trevor’s words were ringing in your ears as you slightly stumbled down the path. They gave you a sense of hope, but you had to remind yourself that he was drunk and he was more than likely exaggerating what he was saying.

Settling back into the seat next to Luke, Cole had suggested that everyone play a game of truth or dare. Despite the protests of the game being “too childish”, the boys delved right into it as soon as it began. There was no particular order they were going in, but the results had been quite chaotic so far. Quinn had stripped down to his underwear and jumped into the lake, Trevor had gone into utmost detail about his most embarrassing sex experience, and Alex had to shotgun the random can of four loko that was hidden at the back of the fridge.

Alex called out your name next, “Truth or dare?” He was wiggling his eyebrows as he waited for you to pick, and you’re now regretting agreeing to play along.

“Truth,” You chose as you brought your drink to your lips, “I don’t trust you guys enough to pick dare.”

“Lame,” He teasingly scoffed, “Have you ever hooked up with anyone here?”

“Jesus fuck, Alex,” Quinn choked on his drink, hand coming to wipe at the spilled contents of his beer.

The others fell silent, all eyes trained on you as they awaited your response. Jack’s stare was burning holes into your skull, and it was taking everything in you to not look at him. The once lighthearted air was turning tense the longer you took, but you didn’t want to admit the truth out loud. The boys would never let you hear the end of it, and you didn’t want Jack to take it the wrong way. You were debating on lying, but you were a terrible liar when you were sober and an even worse one when you weren’t.

“It wasn’t a hookup,” You murmured. You couldn’t help but let your eyes flick towards Trevor whose gaze was now focused on the ground in front of him.

It wasn’t but a few seconds later that the sound of the chair scraping against the gravel grabbed your attention. Jack had tossed his beer into the fire before storming into the house, the boys watching with gloomy and worried stares. You ignored Luke’s call for you as you scrambled to your feet, knocking over your cup and letting its contents spill on the ground as you ran inside. The fear of being alone with him now long forgotten as you followed him.

“Jack,” You called out as you reached the top of the stairs, “Jack, please stop.”

He paused outside his bedroom door, spinning around to face you. The look he was giving you had you tripping over your own feet and rethinking your decision to follow after him. He was looking at you as if you had broken some sacred, yet undeclared law and he would never forgive you for it.

“Jack, I’m sorry,” You weakly let out, eyes brimming with tears.

“You’re sorry,” He scoffed as he shook his head, “You’re sorry that you what? That you hooked up with my best friend or sorry that you’ve been sleeping with my brother?”

“What,” You gasped, knitting your brows together, “I’m not sleeping with Luke. And I didn’t hook up with Trevor! We kissed. Once. We were both drunk and sad and just there. It was gross and weird and both of us just wanted to act like it never happened.”

“Why wouldn’t you tell me? Why wouldn’t either of you tell me,” He yelled, betrayal and hurt laced in his voice as he stepped closer to you. Jack was close enough to you now that you could see the uncried tears lining his own eyes, and your chest tightened. You’ve never seen him look so utterly defeated before, not even when he had injured his shoulder and was out for a few games. Knowing you were the cause of that broke you in ways you never thought possible.

“Because we were seventeen and didn’t think it was important enough. Nothing was going to come out of it,” You shakily spoke through the tears that were streaming down your cheeks, “It doesn’t even matter, Jack. It was five years ago!”

“It does matter,” He whispered, your name coming out of his mouth in strained cracks as his eyes dragged over your face, “It matters to me, and you don’t even know why.”

Breath catching in your throat, your jaw slacked as you failed to form any coherent words. Your heart was beating so loud that you could hear it in your ears, and lungs struggling to let air in. You didn’t trust yourself enough to speak anymore, fearful that you were going to say yet another thing that was going to further alter your relationship with Jack.

“Why are you staying in Luke’s room,” He changed the subject, taking another step closer to you, “Why are you still sleeping in his bed? Your room’s empty, but yo-“

“Because you let another girl sleep in there, Jack,” You harshly snapped, shaking your head as your vision blurred with tears, “You ignored me for weeks and when I finally saw you again, you were giving my room to someone else.”

“Because I was trying to move on,” He yelled, eyes softening as you slightly flinched at his raised voice, “I was trying to move on from you, and I fucked up everything. I thought being with Natalie was going to help me forget about how I felt about you, and I know that’s shity of me. But then I saw you leaving Luke’s room that day and I didn’t know what to do. I thought you two were- I thought you were together and I was angry at you, but mostly at myself.”

You whispered his name, tasting the salt from your tears on your lips as your tongue swiped across them. Your skin was crawling with nerves as you took in all that Jack said, watching as he scoffed to himself and turned away from you. His hands came to rub at his face while yours nervously grasped at your sides, the silence that now surrounded the both of you becoming suffocating.

“I am sorry, for everything,” He rushed out as he nervously paced across the hallway, “I shouldn’t have ever treated you the way that I did, and I will spend however long doing whatever it takes for you to forgive me. And if Trevor is- If you have feelings for him, I totally support that, okay. I’ll be happy for you.”

His voice was strained as if he was forcing himself to say that he would be happy for you if you decided it was his best friend you wanted to be with. You couldn’t help but let out an almost silent laugh at the idea of being with Trevor in a romantic capacity. The mere thought alone is what caused the two of you to forget about your shared kiss all those years ago, and that feeling never changed. You viewed him in the same light as all of the other boys, except for the one standing right in front of you.

“Jack,” You reached out and gently grabbed his forearm, pulling him towards you, “I don’t have feelings for Trevor. I have feelings for you.” You hoped to God that you weren’t misreading the situation.

“You do,” He breathed, stepping into your space so that your chests were nearly touching.

“I do.”

His face was illuminated by only the light that slipped through the window at the end of the hall, yet you could still see him so clearly. His bright eyes bore into your own, dancing across your face as he memorized the curves of your lips and the slope of your nose. Your heart raced as you waited for him to make a move, any move to ease the stampede of nerves that lit fires on your skin.

Jack’s nose nudged against your own, his soft lips ghosting over yours as he tested the waters to see if you were going to pull away. When you didn’t, his hands cupped both of your cheeks and drew you in, your lips crashing together in a kiss you’ve been waiting a lifetime for.

Your hands balled his shirt in your fists in an attempt to steady yourself as he kissed you harder, deeper than you had ever been kissed before. His hand slipped to the base of your neck as his tongue slipped into your mouth, gentle yet demanding as he slowly walked you backwards until you came in contact with the wall. You’re not sure how much time had passed when he was pulling away from you, but you were certain that it was too soon.

“You taste like your strawberry wine,” He playfully pointed out, trying to catch his breath.

“You taste like your nasty beer,” You hummed as you peered up at him through your lashes, devouring the moments as they came.

His laughter reverberated across the hallway as his fingers hooked through the belt loops of your shorts, pulling your hips into his own. His thumbs snuck underneath your shirt, softly brushing over the bare skin on your stomach. You shiver as his thumbs leave a trail of goosebumps in their wake, his name falling from your lips in a pathetic beg as you carefully yanked his face back to yours. The moment you said his name, his lips were on yours again.

Your lips molded with his in a way that has you questioning why you’d ever kissed anyone before. None of them fit against you the way he did, and you never wanted to go back now that you had a taste of what it was like. You gently tug at the hair in the nape of his neck, and he groans against your mouth while his hands roughly squeezed your hips.

“If you do that again, I won’t be able to stop myself,” He mumbled against you.

“Who said I wanted you to stop?”

His lips reattached themselves to yours, hands coming to grab the back of your thighs and squeezing them as a way to signal for you to wrap them around his hips. Your mouth worked against his as he walked you through the door of the empty room, kicking it closed behind him. He carefully laid you on the mattress, one of his hands coming to press against the bed and the other cradling your jaw. His mouth moved down your jaw and down to your neck, a moan escaping your mouth as he gently nipped at the sensitive skin.

Your fingers pull at his hair as he explores your neck with his mouth, and it feels as if you’re melting into the mattress when his hand slips underneath your shirt. You could feel something hard pressing against your thigh, and before you know it, you’re reaching for the hem of his shirt and tugging it off his body.

He pulls away from you, eyes soft as they dart across your face, “Are you sure about this? We don’t have to do anything.”

“I want to,” You reassured him.

You softly grasp his jaw in your hand, tilting his head as your tongue dragged across his neck. Jack let out a soft whimper as you discovered that spot, his eyes screwing shut in rapture. He let you work for a little longer before he was yanking your own shirt off and guiding you to the top of the bed. He smashed his lips with yours, your hands grabbing at his back to pull him closer to you. Jack, however, was using his free hand to undo the clasp of your bra.

Sensing your next move, Jack grabs your wrists as you try to cover yourself once your chest was exposed. He withdrew from you, a smirk on his face as he began placing soft, open mouthed kisses down your body. You squirm underneath him, the ball in your stomach growing the closer he got to your center. Jack stopped once he got to your waistband, index finger tapping your skin to get your attention.

You propped your head up, meeting his stare as he hovered in between your thighs. The sight of him peering up at you made the already damp pool between your legs worsen. He was silently asking you if it was okay to keep going, and all you could manage was a nod before throwing your head back onto the pillow. He dragged your shorts and underwear down your legs; his own coming off shortly after.

Your heart beat so fast that you thought it was going to burst out of your chest as Jack reappeared above you. He placed a delicate kiss to your lips as he carefully pressed into you. The sound you let out was like music to his ears, and he never wanted to stop listening to it.

Meanwhile, Quinn is rejoining the group of boys who are still sitting around the fire. They watch as he opens a new beer, throwing his head back as he chugs the drink. “Did you find them,” It was Luke who spoke first, eyeing the way his brother rubbed a hand across his face.

“I wish I didn’t,” Quinn cringed, crumbling the already empty can in his hands.

Trevor was the first to catch on, his laughter echoing throughout the trees as he clutched at his stomach. It wasn’t too long after that the other boys joined in, except for Quinn who was still trying to remove the sounds he heard from his head.

“At least Jack will stop bitching now,” Cole playfully pointed out followed by a round of amused agreements.

Soft pants filled the room, your skin sticky with sweat as you rolled off Jack and onto the bed. The room spun around you as you came down from the euphoria that flowed through your veins. You had your eyes closed while you basked in the feeling of what had just occurred between the two of you, not ready to give it up quite yet.

Jack slipped his arm underneath you and pulled you into his side, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. “I meant what I said earlier,” He started, “I’m going to do whatever it takes for you to forgive me.”

“Jack, I think my screaming your name over and over again means you’re already forgiven,” You teased, tracing your fingers across his chest.

“While I thoroughly enjoyed it, like very very thoroughly enjoyed that,” You lightly slap his chest, “What I did still isn’t okay, and I will make it up to you. Because I love you.”

Your movements stuttered as his words echoed in your brain, but you were quick to gather yourself because you knew Jack well enough to know that his internal alarm bells were already ringing at your physical response.

Flattening your hand on his chest, you pushed yourself up so that you were looking down at him. “I love you, too. I have for a while.”

You bent down, capturing his lips with your own for what felt like the hundredth time that night. Yet, even then, you felt like no matter how many times you were able to kiss Jack, it would never be enough. He didn’t let you get far when you pulled away, yanking you back down so your head was on his chest.

“So,” He began, dragging the word out a little more than necessary, “Am I a better kisser than Trevor?”

“Oh my god.”

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#jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes #nhl #nhl imagine #new jersey devils #luke hughes #trevor zegras #quinn hughes #alex turcotte #cole caufield

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mbappebby · 1 year

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Like their older brothers || Five

Ethan Mbappè x Anisah Hakimi (OC)

Summary: Ethan gets the blessing from Achraf so now he needs to just act normal as he tries to work out how to ask his best friend out..

Requested: Yes, by anonymous: After taking his brother and his teammate's advice he goes to Achraf to ask for his blessing to date Anisah and he says yes which makes Ethan super happy. Anisah walks in at the end and asks what is going on and the both just reply "nothing"

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It was a new day and once again, Ethan and Anisah’s team had trained with the first team. Training was over now and everyone was just around the training ground chilling or doing recovery.

Anisah and Ethan found themselves having food in the canteen talking about what had happened in the last couple weeks.

“I’m sorry about the last couple of weeks, I just been helping Lucas to fit in. You know I can never replace you, your my best friend Eth” Anisah said.

“I know Nish, I’m sorry for being stupid about it” Ethan replied. “It’s fine don’t worry, I’ll going to go do my recovery now so I’ll see you in a bit” Anisah added as she left.

As Anisah left the canteen, Achraf entered and got some food before sitting down opposite Ethan. “Ky said you wanted to talk to me” Achraf added.

“He needs to learn that I can ask people myself” Ethan mumbled which made Achraf laugh a little. “Yeah, well that’s Kylian for you ain’t it?” Achraf added.

“Your telling me” Ethan replied. “What do you want to ask or talk to me about? I got a good feeling that it’s about my sister” Achraf said.

“How did you guess?” Ethan said jokingly as Achraf rolled his eyes. “Are you two good now? You didn’t talk to each other for a few weeks” Hakimi asked.

“Yeah we are all good now, she was just with Lucas to help him fir in and I didn’t really like it” Ethan told him. “A bit jealous was you?” Achraf asked.

“You can say that” The young footballer replied. “Eth, look I know you’ll treat my sister right. You have my permission to ask her out if that’s what you was going to ask me about” Achraf told him which made Ethan’s face lit up.

“Is it really that obvious?” Ethan asked. “Everyone can see it but you two, Eth. But I’m giving you a warning don’t mess any of this up” The older footballer told him.

“I don’t I promise, I don’t want you and Ky to lose your friendship because of me and Nish” Ethan said. “Your brother also promised me you wouldn’t mess anything up as well” Achraf added.

“What’s going on here?” Anisah asked as she walked into the room, Kylian not far behind her. “Nothing!” They both replied.

“Okay, a bit suspicious but we move on” Anisah adde. “We are just catching up lil sis, nothing else” Hakimi told his younger sister.

“Don’t go stealing my best mate now, bro” Kylian joked. “Well don’t steal my best mate either” Ethan replied back. “Oh boys, grow up” Anisah giggled.

“Well, we have to get going. See you tomorrow” Achraf said as him and Kylian did their handshake. “See you later Eth” Anisah smiled as they did tenet handshake as well.

The two Hakimi siblings made their way out the canteen, leaving the two Mbappè’s on their own. “So, how did it go?” Kylian asked.

“He’s fine with it, but just mess anything up” Ethan smiled which made Kylian push him lightly. “Awh, look at you all in love” He joked.

“Hey! Leave me alone, why did you also tell Achraf that I wanted to talk to him! I can ask him, you know!” Ethan added. “Just helping you out lil bro” Kylian replied.

“I’m not a baby” Ethan told him. “You’ll thank me later Eth,” Kylian added.

#football #football imagines #kylian mbappe #kylian mbappe imagine #achraf hakimi imagine #achraf hakimi #kylian mbappe x reader #achraf hakimi x reader #psg

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theorist-influencer-untitled · 11 months

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6.4.23 Sunday

1:15 am

Can't sleep now coz I took a nap...Just done, showering...

I wasn't able to exercise coz I was tired the whole day... Busy here coz of the garbage collected yesterday, my Uncle Jun threw the garbage yesterday morning....

But I always checked the garbage can, if it's dirty I always clean it... Kinda difficult coz we can't hire an assistant here... I mean we can do the house chores but ideally this is not supposed to be my life here in the Philippines... Coz I'm aging, lost time for myself... But I love dogs, I love my dog but with the house task, I'm losing myself angels...

7:56 am

Uncle Jun went to baranggay forest of Georgia'Z.... He is still sick....

Still, having windblow trap... I wanna leave the hometown... I still wanna buy starbucks everyday... I'm thinking of money and job....I'm not happy being flatten unfairly by some organized bad FilipiNOSE, Monkeya'Z!

8:05 am

I need self-fulfillment... The people behind these 16 years ago are wicked people,angels....They have the power to control situation... Heartless people...

People in the movement are heartless people... But they can't exist...

My sciatica/ priformis /pelvis is still aching.... Plus, aging for nothing...

4:15 pm

I feel bitter... I lost xfactor.... I hate those Monkeya'Z those unfair and heartless...

I'm losing power... I have deep smile lines! I feel super jealous on women most specially younger women... I wanna leave the hometown...

7:34 pm

In the Nutshell:

Uncle Jun seems a supporter of fake Uncle DD...I'm 80% sure....It hurts me so much... He is sleeping now... Still,sick and probably both are fakes on me but only God knows their deep inside...

Hmm... I feel bad since 2007... I'm trying to vent-out on someone hoping that they have heart angels...

I feel hurt on that particular windblow trap and worst they recruited my some old good friends and try out the penis of my exes the main 3! Rocky the big, JP the butt king and my x partner the XL...

My point someone sent to try them out most specially on my 3rd partner that someone sent to spy on the peephole...The start of us beginning to have this windblow trap...

Unfair in my part that I can't find new circle of friends and partner and even aliens didn't like me... I feel so left out...

Plus, my biological mother "BethsilogZ" hurts me in a way coz she did a lot of conspiracy on me...

My main point who are that person sending women to replace me on my exes now that I needed support now that I have windblow trap...

What am I gonna do I have "deep smile lines" now... I'm not happy angels... I needed new circle of friends....I feel jealous here in Cavite and I want me to be impressive on men ( that I like??...).

The guy that I wanted will never like me now coz of this windblow trap... I want to glow even a lil...

These are the cause of my costochondritis coz I feel hurt since 2007! They just trapped me here and I don't like them angels... I feel the pain and I feel defeated....

I hate women will tell some men about stuff about me that they are not my actual friends here....They got the penis already on some new men that I like then I will be just the 2nd choice...

Oh! God please extend my life...I wanna have a fight in this world, my own journey...

8:06 pm

Now ,what I was and still is really an "organic pie".... But putting me in this situation that I'm gonna be 42 in a lil while...Now, that I have "deep smile lines" I feel old and look older just for nothing... And now my self-esteem is very,very low that aging for nothing since 2007 ( 16 years all in all ) no steady income but I'm a college graduate... Why, some other people keep on controlling my personal life that they didn't even know the underneath of my story....

Some "church of christ" hurt me as well for not being real and for spying and playing on me as their beloved toy and worst for spying on the peephole...

8:23 pm

I wanna leave the hometown to get some progress or I wanna see donkey and camel or the dream land but sometimes I feel hopeless and praying for a "world war 3".... To see someone, to hug him or hug them and fall in love again and create impossible dreams...( I'm hopelessly romantic person ) for me it is not bad or if not will do a crime....

I'm not happy being flatten unfairly or being a pancake of the fake people that surrounds me for 16 years... They made me a pancake... I'm not happy now, not my ideal life and no job now... I'm hurting...

9:39 pm

I'm still in pain and feeling fat and ugly... You should be worried angels...

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9:49 pm

11:27 pm

I feel bitter angels... I wanna leave the hometown...

Not my ideal life and only Uncle DD will get some progress here and I will be a supporter and totally unfair... I feel a barrier on me...

I still have windblow trap...

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curseofaphrodite · 3 years

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Began with a Death James Potter x fem!reader

Summary: After your best friend Regulus dies, you take your anger out on James.

[tw; mentions of death, drowning, y/n being a lil bitchy, angst]

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It began with a death, like it always did.

It was ironic, really. Two weeks ago, James was about to tell you how he felt about you when Sirius announced to the room that he got a letter regarding his brother’s demise.

One second, James was witnessing your breath-taking smile, and in the next, he saw it fading away, only to be replaced by something eternally tragic.

He knew you were close to Regulus, and was jealous of it at one point, but he’d rather have you with Regulus every single day than see you unhappy. He noted how you acted like you weren't much affected and how you tried to console Sirius instead. James saw you were breaking inside just as much as Sirius was.

The smile he watched fade away didn’t come back anytime soon.

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The next day, James wasn't sure where you were gone, but he was only half-surprised when he saw you standing before the sea, watching the waves crash as if you were waiting for someone who'd never come back.

“Hey,” he called, coming closer. You took no notice of him.

“Are you okay?” He asked, then mentally facepalmed. Of course she’s not okay, you jerk. Her best friend just died.

“I wish Kreacher hadn’t told him about anything,” you whispered, your eyes not moving from the horizon. “I wish Reg told me what he was planning to do before he left.”

“I’m sorry,” James sighed, unable to stay silent any longer. He needed to help her, not see her in distress. “Regulus was a brave man.”

“He was a boy,” you snapped, fighting the tears off your face. “He didn’t get to grow up. He didn’t get to do anything! He didn’t get to hear that his brother loved him. He didn't get to know any of it.”

“Despite what you think, he didn’t die alone,” he said softly. “I know Moony, Padfoot and I haven't been that friendly to him, but he had you. He was never alone. Regulus Black felt a lot of things in his lifetime, but loneliness wasn’t one of them. Not as long as you were with him.”

He was relieved to see you silent. He thought you were turning his words over in your head, maybe believing them slowly. But within a second or two, you were glaring at him with as much spite that you had while you were glaring at the sea.

“Why, James?”

He was momentarily distracted by how you called him James instead of Prongs that he didn't understand the question.

“What?” He blinked, confused.

“Why weren't any of you friends with him? Why was it just me?”

He was taken aback. “That’s not fair, Y/N. His death is not our fault.”

“I know that!” you shot back. “But why did you always look like you held a grudge against him? I can understand Sirius, and even he was almost nice to him!”

James clenched his teeth, anger surging through his veins. He knew it was a bad day for you, and that he should just listen to these words and hope you’d feel better soon, but it was hard to not feel anything when the person he secretly loved was yelling at him.

“Why?” You repeated, practically begging. “He did nothing to you.”

This was the part James never thought he’d have to confront. He knew he used to glare at Regulus whenever the opportunity presented itself, but that was only because he didn't like how much the two of you spent time together. You were in Regulus’s year too, which meant you both had a lot of classes together. James was petty, he was jealous, and that led to a few harmless pranks.

“Okay, answer me this,” you said quickly. “What’s up with you and Slytherins? Why do you always act like you hate them?”

“I don't like them,” James replied. “How is that news to you?”

“Holy fuck, they did nothing to you!”

“They are mostly death eaters and-”

“You can’t judge all Slytherins based on their stereotypes!” You were yelling now, and you didn't care. “Sure, people like Lucius deserves to be pranked, but to you, all of them were Lucius. You couldn't tell apart your friends from foes.”

“I don't have any friends in Slytherin,” he said, throwing his hands into the air. “Why is any of this relevant now?”

“You do have friends - Narcissa always cheers for you when Gryffindor plays against Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw. Andromeda is the sweetest being ever, and Regulus fucking Black drowned in the sea to prove that he wasn't bad like how most people assumed him to be!”

Tears fell down your face, and James almost broke down on seeing you this vulnerable. He wanted to hug you or cry with you. He wanted to say sorry a thousand times over, but he couldn't do any of those things while you were looking at him in distaste. Maybe you did need to scream a bit, and James didn't mind being at the end of it.

“Some Slytherins,” you began again, testing the cruel words in your mind before saying it, “were bad. They disliked muggle-borns and made sure they felt unwelcome in Hogwarts. You, my dearest friend, did the same thing to the rest of the Slytherins.”

“I get that I messed up.” James found his voice almost cracking. “I may have gone a bit far with the pranks. You could tell me to stop instead of shouting like you hate me, okay? Heck, Y/N, you could tell me to wear Slytherin robes and dance around the Great Hall chanting about how I fucked up, and I’ll do that too. I’ll do anything you want me to do, just don’t-”

“You’re a bully, James.” You felt a breeze brushing past your hair, one that was as cold as your words.

He steadied himself by taking a deep breath. “You don't mean that.”

“I’m not saying you’re the cause of Reg’s death. But you’re still as cruel as Lucius if you judge someone even before you talk to them,” you said through gritted teeth. “If Regulus was here, he’d say I’m being unreasonable right now and that I should leave before I make anything worse, but guess what? He's not here. So I’ll say this too—”

James should have walked away then, but he was rooted on the spot.

“—Sometimes, I think you’re funny.” You said, wiping off your tears. “Other times, I think you’re nothing but mean.”

“You hate me then?” he asked, feeling his heart break.

“Take a wild guess,” you said in frustration, and walked off.

James was surprised to feel his cheeks wet. How long has it been since his tears started to fall? He was far too immersed by your words to notice them.

He looked at the waves crashing against the shore. He wondered how different things would have been if Regulus was still alive. He could have confessed his feelings, and maybe Y/N would have said no, but there was always a chance of being happy with her. He yearned to be happy with her.

He decided then that the sea was cruel. The sea took away Y/N’s best friend, and now it took away his one chance at happiness.

#james potter x reader #james potter x y/n #james potter fluff #james potter angst #james x reader #james x y/n #james x you #james potter x you #regulus black x platonic reader #x you #x y/n #imagines #angst #oneshot #astoria writes

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Alright so the short version is Imagine your Erens hybrid cat girl and he's home late one day and you start to get worried and when he finally comes back you're so excited only to see a blonde fluffball in his arm. Idk about you but I would be so jealous like why is Eren using MY special blankets on him

"Come on princess he was abandoned on the street just look at him he wouldn't survive out there." The sparkles in Erens eyes make you sick. "You know you're still my number 1 girl right?" You nod but you're not really feeling the love :/ especially not when Eren spends special time making Armin's favorites and hand feeding it to him while your left to cook for yourself Eren says it's because he knows you can handle it just for a little while. Just until Armin is better you couldn't wait till he got strong enough to leave. That is until Eren got too attached and decided to keep him you should've known really. It makes you want to cry when Armin smirks as he calls for Eren who quickly leaves the task he was doing with you to hold him the loud purring piercing your ears. You get so upset you end up scratching Armin who was taunting you trying to steal the remote. Really you should be able to have ONE thing you didn't have to share with him. Tears streamed down your faces as Eren yelled at you

"What's gotten into you! Now he has a scratch. Don't worry bunny I'll fix your pretty face." What about you, what about your pretty face? Armin sniffled and nodded that is until a grin spread across his face as Eren carried him off to the bathroom. You both knew at that moment he won Eren was his now. You almost couldn't contain your sobs as you packed a small suitcase not nearly enough to survive but what did you know. You were a pampered housecat and they would tear you up outside by yourself. And that's why when Eren returned to get you to apologize he ran around frantically getting increasingly worried as he couldn't find you. "Look," Armin said pointing to a note that was hidden under a book.

"I know you want to be with Armin now. You don't have to pretend to love me anymore I'll make it easy and just go." Erens eyes bugged out he couldn't believe how childish you were being....actually he could what he couldn't believe was how you thought he didn't love you. But thinking back to the past few weeks he had been neglecting you a bit.

"Fuck" he whispered "stay here baby its raining." Of course, of course it was raining you huffed as you did your best to shield your body with the suitcase over your head. It's not like you got far before you heard Eren calling your name and promptly gripping your shoulder before you could even register what was happening.

"Why did you do that? Are you crazy you-you could've gotten hurt or kidnapped or-"

"Why do you care." You scoffed words coming out bitter and jealous "Dont you already have my replacement set up."

"Replacement? Baby Armins not-"

"He is. You gave him my special blankets you cook HIS favorite foods you let him play with all my toys and hog the remote and and.." By now you were blubbering fist balled up and Eren couldn't help but think how precious you looked at this moment rain in your hair tears in your eyes. Jealous just lil a little brat too spoiled for your own good.

"I see what it is now. My little princess is too spoiled huh. Not used to sharing. I guess that's my fault." You huffed ready to turn away from him before he pulled you in for a gentle kiss and hug "I am sorry though baby. I just wanted Armin to get better. Not just for me for you too you know.

"What do you mean for me? He hates me." You sniffled rubbing your head onto Erens shoulder unconsciously marking him

"Baby he's been fisting his cock every night thinking about you thinking about this tight little pussy. He wants to breed you so bad I have to stop him from jumping your leg every time you go to sleep. He just....enjoys teasing you a little bit he's really sorry why don't you come back home we can both apologize properly. Give the the needy princess all the attention she deserves, you want that baby?" Eren whispered gently stroking your tail. You would've liked to put up more of a fight but your cunt is already wet with slick causing your underwear to cling to you. Maybe Armin wouldn't be so bad but he was gonna have to work for it.

That's the general idea obviously it's shortened but something about Eremin and reader getting jealous makes me 🥵🥵🥵 like this can be so fluffy after too so it's perfect.

-meatatick

@cherrykamado come eat meatstick cooked for us <3

#wow meatstick thisbis so perfectly angsty👀👀#angst is mybabsolute favorite andni just #this is beautifulband perfect #also i love catboys pls #meatstick anon #neptune.anon #tw hybrids

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onyxoverride · 3 years

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My Little Fiancé - Zeke Jaeger x Reader, Reiner Braun x Reader [PART ONE]

PART TWO.

◙ warnings: SMUT. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Smoking, Zeke is a lil mean, threesome to cuck?, voyeurism, dirty talk, throat fucking, lots of spit, degrading + praise, one face smack, claiming, a bit of objectification for flavor, a lil cumplay

◙ word count: 4k of pure filth

◙ summary: Reiner has liked you since his childhood but when he comes back he sees you and Zeke are an item now. Don’t worry, the least you and Zeke could do is let him join in.

◙ note: I’m a whore for these men and no idk why so here :)

If there is one thing Reiner didn’t expect when he got back from Paradis it would be this.

He knew Zeke had a lover, someone to come back to but he didn’t know it was you. You the girl he had a crush on since his childhood. Strong and capable, now considered a veteran for your service, the last time he saw you was- well he can’t really remember. Probably right before he left for Paradis. He doesn’t really understand why you chose Zeke, he’s sure you had other, better, admirers that pined for you because of your beauty and strength. Definitely didn’t expect the favoritism amongst the Marleyan higher-ups either but maybe that’s their fascination with the concept of another special beast titan in the future if Zeke if you continue your relationship. Really, Reiner is just jealous. He could be the best partner for you, he could serve you well, he could give you a strong kid if you wanted, he could give you anything. If you wanted it he could get it.

But he’ll never act on it. You and Zeke are dating to be married so he won’t ruin this for you, he’s ruined enough for too many people in his life. But being called to Zeke’s apartment feels like he’s getting ready for battle or something. He swears he didn’t do anything wrong but he doesn’t know now. Was this related to the meeting the other day? And none of the other titan shifters were invited so it’s just him and Zeke as far as he knows. Fuck.

Him, Zeke, and you apparently. It makes his heart catch in his throat to see you and Zeke so close, making dinner together so domestically. Zeke kisses the side of your face, cutting his eyes to Reiner and it only makes his heart hurt more as he sits stiffly at the table. Why was he here and why are you two making dinner for him? Zeke keeps him on his toes and under his thumb as always. You are sweet with him per the usual, small talk about his day and how he’s been with a few compliments slipped in here and there between the both of you. Every smile you give him chips away at his ego along with every glance Zeke gives the two of you. Dinner is bittersweet, anything made by you is it feels like. Every sip of wine he takes makes his self-control wither, trying to hide affection is hard but Zeke still has him pinned like a rat in a cage between you and his gaze and the door is behind Zeke’s chair. He could maybe escape this trapped feeling, like he always does he could run.

“Reiner,” his eyes snap to Zeke, it feels like the first time he’s even spoken this evening and Reiners heart is beating heavy in his chest. You’re still sending him cute little smiles though so he hopes this doesn’t end badly for him. Zeke is leaning forward with his elbows on the table, smoking a half-done cigarette and fiddling with a glass of wine. “You like my fiancé don’t you?”

The alcoholic flush from the wine extends all the way to his face, “W-well, I mean she is a very nice friend,” and Zeke coughs out a laugh with the remnants of smoke surrounding him. Your partner pushes his chair out suddenly and goes to stand behind you, his hand on your shoulder and the other with the cigarette resting near your mouth. He pushes the cigarette to your mouth for a puff and the soft smiles you gave him are replace with a smirk snaked with sadism.

“You know what I mean.” Zeke leaves the cigarette with you, setting his hands to massage into your shoulders. Reiner feels like he’s walked in on something he shouldn’t have and he’s stuttering out an apology while Zeke just rolls his eyes and you continue to finish of the cig. “Do you want fuck her, I mean,” Reiner watches as his hands travel to grope at your chest through your button up, “and be honest. You aren’t in trouble or anything.” The muted moans you’re letting out make his breath hitch and finally pushes out a “Yes, fuck.”

Zeke lets out a content hum at his answer, he pushes on your forehead to make your head lean back into him and gives you a loud smacking kiss. “I won’t say I’ll let you to fuck her, but you can touch her, and watch if you want. What do you say, love?” One of his hands wrap loosely around your throat as you speak. “Why not? It’ll be fun, don’t you think, Reiner?” Zeke releases your head from making you look at him but not the hand around your throat. You’re looking at him with half-lidded eyes piercing him with a lustful look and he really needs to suck it up because this is the best chance he’ll get, he thinks, so he gives a curt nod. You both look like two cats that got the cream, or more like a flightless bird in both of your paws and he’s about to be devoured.

With the answer Zeke unbuttons your shirt for both of the men's display as you toss the butt of the cig into the backwash of wine. He wrangles the shirt off you and cups at your breast through the thin material of your bra. Reiner can see your nipples poking through as Zeke mess with them eliciting more moans from you. Zeke is really rough with you, but whispers something softly in your ear that makes you giggle and make your way to him. Reiner quickly makes room for you on his lap, knocking the napkin he had there out of the way as you climb on top of him. He’s almost scared to touch you, partially afraid that you might run away and partially because he doesn’t want to test Zekes patience, just in case. Your hand runs up his chest, right to his neck and stroke at his scruff. It really suits him well. “Do you want to touch me?” He just nods, waiting for permission. “Say it.,” Zeke pipes in from behind you, “aren’t you a big boy Reiner? Use your words.”

“I want-” he takes a deep breath in place of confidence, “I want to touch you. Please.” You giggle out a yes and finally he puts his hands on your hips, squeezing at the meat of your thighs. Your skirt is hiked up to your knees but Reiner makes it his business to touch your chest first. Zeke groped you so harshly right in front of him, he deserves to worship them too.

Melting his hands into your breasts, he’s not as rough as Zeke but the circles his thumbs are making around your nipples simply feel good. He can see the top of Zekes head from behind you, watching the two of you as he makes his way behind you, slipping his finger over the hook of your bra and letting it fall off your shoulders. You toss it across the room and take Reiner's hands to cup your chest again as you lean in to capture him in a kiss. He is so thankful, god bless, he is so thankful that he can touch you like this. His hands are calloused and he has such thick fingers it makes your mind wonder. You hike up your skirt more, tempting him to touch at your thighs and he gives in. Reiner pulls you into him more so you’re sitting on his bulge and strokes your thighs up to the juncture of your hip. “Is she wet?” Zeke breaks the silence and Reiner pulls back from the kiss as he dips his hands into your panties to feel your slick cunt. He groans and he rubs at your folds, thumbing your clit occasionally, “Yeah, she is.”

Your little whimpers on his lap only make him harder as you pull at his shirt to make him take it off. Zeke comes back to put a hand around your throat once more, “My fiancé’s a little slut. Wet for another man like this. A whore for anybody who wants to set their hands on her.” Reiner slips off his shirt as Zeke degrades you. He trails his arm down to your cunt to feel for himself how wet you are, “You like it when I watch as you get fondled?” Reiner can feel your thighs clenching around his own as Zeke’s finger catches on your clit. “Answer, my cute little whore.” It is quite the show for Reiner, to see you tremble on his lap like this. “I do, I like it a lot,” Zeke seems content with your answer and presses his thumb on your tongue. They both watch as you suck on it so sweetly, spit starting to trail down your chin. He finally looks at him, “Isn’t she just so cute?” And Reiner nods with a groan of a “yeah,” because you’re still sitting right over his cock. Until Zeke pulls you off of him roughly by the waistband of your skirt, pushing you in the direction of the bedroom. “C’mon Reiner, or we’ll just keep going without you,” and he swears he never has moved faster in his life to follow him.

Zeke’s already worked his shirt off and is pulling your skirt down with your panties as Reiner sits in the chair closest to the bed that was so strategically put there. Seeing you completely bare is a religious experience, you’re stunning with a soft plush ass and when Zeke throws you down on the bed he can see a peak of your glistening cunt. Zeke scratches his ear, “Show him how your mouth is,” he taps at your thigh to make you shimmy down the bed and hang your head off the edge of the mattress. You’re reaching out to him, him, to put his cock in your mouth, to shove it down your throat, and who is he to deny you? So he stands once more and taps his cock at your lips. Sure, he wants to see your face as you take him but your tits are nice too and seeing Zeke sink his fingers into you with your legs framing his shoulders so nicely is an experience. You’re the only one completely naked and you feel like a meal set on the table just for them to feast upon. You take Reiner’s pink and leaking tip into your mouth suck, hard, so hard it almost make his knees weak. He is thick, too thick to take all the way in your mouth but you’ll be damned if you don’t try. The little moans you let out because of Zeke echo through his cock as he thrusts in and out of your mouth which only makes him groan out louder. He could almost miss the lewd sounds of your gushing cunt wrapped around Zekes fingers if he was any louder but your cunt is obscenely loud with his encouragement so neither of them can miss it.

“Look at you, doll, letting your throat be such a cocksleeve for Reiner, I can feel your pussy clench every time he thrusts in,” you only whine around Reiner's cock and clench your thighs in response. Reiner grasps at your chest as he starts fucking your mouth harder, your hands scratching at his thighs but not willing him to stop. Fuck, he’s so close. You’re so hopeless and pliable underneath them, letting Reiner fuck your throat at his leisure no matter how much you gag you don’t force him to stop like a good slut even though you’re leaving nail marks all on this thighs. It’s probably so hard to breathe too, with your drool sliding down your cheeks. Your moans keep getting louder but just make Reiner come closer to cumming, he can tell you are close too.

Zeke is twisting his two fingers in you and curling so deliciously, rubbing all the right spots with his other thumb on your clit. But he is mean, and he pulls away to watch the two of you just before you almost orgasm, leaving you whining again on Reiner’s cock. He tweaks at your nipples and with a few last thrusts into your throat he climaxes letting out a few raspy groans. He freezes for a second before slipping his spit covered cock out of your mouth. Zeke quickly pulls your head up by the back of your neck and keeps your mouth open with his other thumb. “Show me,” you keep your mouth open for him with a groans from how hard he’s gripping the back of your neck. You show him your tongue that’s coated in Reiner’s cum which tastes bitter and gross but if Zeke wants to see it, he will. Zeke spits into your mouth to mix in with it and now it tastes like gross cum and hints of cigarette and wine. Reiner can only stare with wide eyes because he’s never seen something so... so pornographic. He presses his thumb into your dirty tongue and watches as your throat contracts to try to swallow. Zeke’s heavy breath hits your face, pulling his thumb out of your mouth and wiping the filth onto your cheek as he grabs your jaw. Eyelashes sticking with tears and lips swollen with a thin sheen of cum sticking to your cheek.

“Pretty as a picture, doll, we’ve barely started and you look fucked out. Going to be a good doll and keep going for me?” You finally swallow and give him an obedient nod. “Reiner, spit on her pussy.” The demand makes him hold his breath but he leans with one knee on the bed to let his spit drip from his mouth and onto your already slick cunt that Zeke has his fingers running through. He doesn’t know why Zeke made him do this, maybe it’s to show off the cunt he gets to fuck every night or maybe he just gets off at the thought of another man being involved in it all. Zeke swipes his fingers through the spit and down to your hole as Reiner sits back into the chair with his still hard cock against his belly. He glances at his thighs and rolls his shoulders because your nails really did a number on him, he wishes he could keep the marks there forever because they’re certainly jerk material but what’s better than seeing you fucked? So he’ll pay attention to the show in front of him. Zeke manhandles you until both you and him are profile to Reiner, seeing both your bodies on full display for his viewing pleasure. Reiner doesn’t remember when Zeke worked his bottoms off but you two are both completely exposed to him. He grabs your chin one more time to make you pay attention in your fucked out, oxygen recovering brain. “Look at Reiner, he’s still so hard for you. My little fiancé. It’s because your such a good little cocksleeve for us, a cute doll for us to play with.” He sounds like he’s mocking you and your vulnerable state and it makes your toes curl. Zeke leaves a wet smack because of the remaining drool to the side of your face as he smiles down at you, radiating sadism.

He pushes your leg closest to Reiner down to the bed and props a pillow behind your ass to give him a better view. Your other leg he pushes close to your chest and it only exposed your dripping cunt to them even more. “Be good and keep your legs like this, ‘kay?” Even though the position is exposing and straining your straightened out leg is already trembling, you nod for him. As embarrassing as this should be, to watch your childhood crush be fucked by her fiancé, it makes the blood rush to his cock and he feels more turned on than ashamed. No, more like being ashamed is turning him on. He might never be able to please you like Zeke does and it hurts his ego but his dick is straining against his belly even harder as he strokes it slowly, your leftover spit making the glide all that more lewd. Zeke’s cock is pretty, a deep red with an upward curve that always leaves you breathless. He taps his cock at your clit and watches as you clench around nothing before he slowly pushes into you. You whimper and wiggle a bit around his length and he keeps pushing in, Zeke finds it a little annoying, cute but annoying, so he digs his nails into your hips and sends you a glare to keep you still. “Good cocksleaves don’t squirm. Don’t you want to be good?” Reiner sees you still, “I wanna be good, I’ll be good. Promise,” fuck that has his cock twitching because you look so desperate and obedient to Zeke’s cruelty.

He keeps pushing his cock into your tight hole and your attempts to keep still, your thigh straining against the bed, and Reiner watching make you too much tighter it has Zeke holding his breath as he bottoms out. He pushes your knee closer to his chest and he starts rocking into you and there’s no hope of holding in your whimpers and sobs as his balls tap your ass. He spreads your lips open as he does to see your cunt clench so tightly around him, your insides so hot and wet for his cock to claim. He’s glad he’s going to marry you because holy shit. Your cute cunt gushing around dick is made for him, just for him, and being watched while he wrecks you makes it all the sweeter. Especially being watched by a man he knows would jump at the chance to marry you instead of him. He fucks into you even harder, the grossly wet slaps echoing off the walls of the bedroom and into Reiner’s ears. The harder Zeke goes, the louder and more debauched your moans get, the faster he strokes his cock.

“Whore-” He slaps your ass, “Look at Reiner when you cum or I won’t let you,” and he always keeps he word, so you turn your head to stare into Reiner’s eyes as he stokes his cock faster. Everything’s blurry because of the tears slipping out of your eyes due to pleasure but you see him, and his flushed cock that he’s fisting to you, to Zeke fucking you like a beast. Opened mouth moans slip through as you get closer and closer to your climax. The curve of Zeke’s dick always hits the right spots over and over again as you reach your hand to grasp at his that’s been holding your leg to your chest as you let curses slip through your lips.

Zeke intertwines your two hands as he keeps the leg down to your chest and takes his other hand to thumb at your clit. You clench impossibly tighter around him as you try to resist looking at him. Reiner holds your eye contact and it feels like an overwhelming wave washes over you and crashes into your stomach as you orgasm and Zeke keeps hammering into you even as you leave a ring of translucent white cum around the base of his cock. Not even a second after you climaxed, Reiner clenches his teeth and squeezes his dick one more time as he finishes on his own chest. Zeke is almost there, using you as his own toy to get off watching and feeling you flutter around his cock as you keep looking at Reiner. Zeke grasps your cheeks roughly to look at him as he gets closer to his peak, “Little cocksleeve, so good for me, aren’t you- fuck.” He keeps going and you stare at him as he rests his hand against your throat, “My little fiancé, so obedient for me. Getting so turned on when I fuck you in front of him. You’re such a simple little toy, my future wife is just a wet sloppy whore isn’t she?” It doesn’t matter if you actually agree because you’re nodding frantically before you even realize it. He bottoms out completely inside you, releasing his cum into you with another short thrust to make sure he is as deep as he can be. Your cunt keeps fluttering around his cock, but he stays inside to try to keep at least some of the cum inside.

Heavy breathing fills the room as Zeke slowly pulls out, soft squelches reaching your ears making you want the bed to eat you alive from how lewd it is. He sends a look to Reiner and tilts your hips his direction. “You’ll never be able to do this,” she’s mine everybody knows that what would follow and Reiner finally realizes why he’s here. Zeke wanted to claim you in front of him, to prove a point. But it really has awoken something completely unholy in him.

Zeke massages your thighs to let you know you can adjust them comfortably now so you settle them around him, bent at the knee. Seeing Zeke be sweet on you instead of so firm and aggressive like before feels like whiplash. He takes two fingers and spreads your lips apart to expose you even more and watch your cunt push some of his cum out. You try to push at his wrist so he doesn’t embarrass you any further but he just shoo’s it away with his other hand as he gathers the leaked cum and dips his fingers to push his cum back into you. “Zeke…” you groan. He’s still playing with you and won’t stop until he’s satisfied so it’s no use trying to stop him. Reiner gets a tissue off the bedside table and wipes himself off and slowly starts to collect his clothes. He throws one last look at you over his shoulder and it feels like the last time he’ll ever see you. His jeans scratch at the rawness of his thighs and finding his shirt in the kitchen was a whole task on it’s own.

Zeke leans against the doorway lighting another cig in his mouth watching Reiner shimmy his shirt on. “Reiner,” and he whips his head around to Zeke, “come back for dinner sometime,” and he can feel his smirk through his words.

“If you two want, I definitely won’t say no.” Zeke breathes out some smoke at his response.

“Also, I was lying,” Reiner looks at him again with an eyebrow raised. “I was lying about ‘how you’ll never be able to do that.’”

His eyes go wide, “Well, in that case, please invite me to dinner again,” and he leaves Zeke to laugh at his response.

This isn’t exactly what he wanted, or expected, but he’ll take it in stride.

Zeke eventually makes his way back to you as you lay fucked out on the bed.

“What were you laughing at?” He leans to kiss you, there’s still a thin dried swipe of Reiner’s cum on your cheek even though most of it’s been wiped off. “Nothing, we’ll invite him over again won’t we?”

You smirk as he cages you in-between his arms after setting the cig on the bedside ashtray, “Yeah, I would like that.”

“Of course you would,” he nuzzles his head into your neck giving you small pecks as his beard scratches at you.

“Oh don’t get started with that Zeke, don’t forget you came to me asking if someone could join us.”

He doesn’t answer, just nips at your shoulder to try to make you forget, as you giggle and try wiggle away from him.

“You kept your promise, huh. You were so good tonight. So well-behaved like you should be,” he says into your neck, grabbing at the meat of your hips. You roll your eyes, sure it’s all play but still it makes your heart skip a beat knowing you did well.

“I think you deserve a reward.”

𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔨 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔯𝔢𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤 <3

//: 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

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biggest-stupidhead · 3 years

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Hello! I'm gonna drop here another request 🤣 This could be a headcanon or a scenario, whatever you feel comfortable with!

Let's just say the clumsy new cadet!reader landed a punch a little too strong and broke Captain Levi's nose by accident?

Thanks!

omfg I love this so much

Summary: Levi underestimates your strength

Word Count: 1.7K

It was late in the afternoon and you were pooped. The day had been long and taxing, beginning with stable duties, then cleaning, followed promptly by ODM practice and upkeep. The captain had kept you all on your toes throughout the day, seamlessly ordering you into your next task. So as you doubled over in an attempt to recover your regular breathing pattern you silently prayed for the day to come to a close miraculously two hours early.

“This sucks.” Jean huffed across from you, mirroring your stance as he turned and spat a glob of saliva out onto the dusty ground.

“I second that.” Connie agreed breathlessly from behind you, Sasha’s wheezing breath was distracting you from your own breathing and you found yourself hacking as you tried to refocus. Mikasa on the other hand was totally fine, her eyes lazily scanning the training grounds as she waited for her next orders. Armin and Eren were on their knees as they tried to recover from the sprints that you hall had just finished.

“Pack it up brats, meet me at the courtyard in no more than three minutes.” Levi ordered, the whirring of his gear signaling his retreat. You huffed, jealous of his ability to use the gear, you and the rest of your squad had left your gear back at the supply barn, having thought that the day’s training was nearly finished. The only task that he could possibly throw at you now was sparring, something that you rarely did as scouts, and when you did do it, the exercise was often held first thing in the morning. So when you all arrived at the courtyard to find Levi with his arms crossed and wooden knives at his feet, you felt your heart sink. How could he be so cruel? Mikasa clicked her tongue next to you, clearly thinking the same thing as you. Eren groaned a bit too loudly, Connie whimpered and Sasha sighed heavily. Jean remained silent, but the gloomy aura surrounding him was enough to hint that he felt the dismay that you all felt as well.

“What are you waiting for? Pair off already.” Levi snapped impatiently and all of you jumped to find partners. This was always an issue within your squad, especially when it came to sparring. There was an odd number, meaning that one of you had to partner up with the captain. You lunged to grab Armin but Jean beat you to him, snatching him and dragging him well out of your reach, Eren and Mikasa were already picking up a knife, Connie gave you a look that was laced with pity as Sasha linked her arm with his. You huffed and stuck your tongue out at him before making the walk of shame over to Levi.

“I’ll be the attacker.” He said as he stooped to grab a knife, you swallowed nervously but braced yourself for what you were sure would be the worst ass whopping in your life. Levi held the wooden knife with a frown, he studied it momentarily before with a flick of his wrist her had the fake weapon spinning in the air. He caught it effortlessly and nodded in approval. Now he was just showing off, you thought bitterly as you focused on him entirely. In the blink of an eye he rushed you, the knife held against his side, no doubt a habit from his earlier years. You panicked and narrowly sidestepped his attack, the blunt knife cutting through the air where you once stood. Levi stepped back before you could even think about landing a blow. You held your fists up, determination replacing the shock you had felt. You were going to see this fight through to the bitter end. He caught the flash of conviction in your features and decided that he would extinguish it promptly.

He lunged once more at you, this time opting to make a stabbing motion right to your abdomen, a move he wouldn’t dream of making if he had a real knife in his hand, he preferred slashing over stabbing, stabbing took too much effort, while slashing allowed for less energy and more space between himself and his opponent. He regretted this almost instantly, having severely underestimated both your speed and your strength behind your punches. You sidestepped the stab and clocked him right in the nose, your fist connecting with his face with a sickening crunch. In his moment of pure shock, you snatched the wooden knife from his grasp and tossed it to the side. You used your weight to push Levi back onto his butt, and then flat on his back. He could only blink up at the blue sky as his nose throbbed in pain. It was then when you got a clear look at the damage that you had inflicted that you gasped, blood was leaking from his nose, both from his nostrils and a small cut that you’d managed to create from the sheer force of your fist.

“Captain! I am so so sorry.” You whispered as you reached into his breast pocket, where you knew that he kept a fresh handkerchief. You pressed it to his nose and his grey eyes left the sky to stare at you, brows raised and mouth open in shock. You were knelt next to him, one hand on his shoulder, the other pinching his nose for him. Levi felt the shock wear off once he realized how stupid he must look. He sat upright at the speed of light, and you yelped. He sighed and watched as the soiled fabric fell onto the dusty ground, the crimson that stained the crisp white only solidified that he had been bested by a cadet.

“Good work cadet, that was...unexpected.” He admitted as he turned to face you. You swallowed thickly and shook your head rapidly.

“Lucky shot I guess?” You said nervously as you studied the damage once more, this time you noticed the way that his nose was slightly crooked.

“You should...probably get that checked out.” You said, pointing at his nose, worried that it would be you who marred the captains perfect features.

“Just a broken nose, not the first time it’s happened and I’m willing to be it won’t be the last either.” Levi sighed as he stood and offered you a hand to help you to your own feet. You accepted and he turned to the other cadets, who were all staring at you with slack jaws.

“That’s enough for today, go get washed up for dinner.” Levi said, pinching his nose once he finished speaking. Your peers saluted him and made a clean getaway, kicking up the dust as they scurried away. You felt much to guilty to let Levi walk to the infirmary by himself, and for whatever reason he had no qualms in letting you accompany him. But you noticed that he was in fact not heading towards the infirmary, but instead Hange’s lab.

“Sir....where are we-”

“I can’t stand the pompous doctor.” He said, as if that was enough of an explanation.

“So who-”

“Hange can set bones back just as good as the next idiot.” He said simply as he gave one curt knock before entering. Hange looked up from behind the pile of books and let out a bark of laughter.

“Sparring with Mike again? What good has that ever done you?” She asked as she rounded the table and reached onto one of the top shelves to produce a first aid kit.

“Wasn’t sparring with that oaf.” Levi grunted as he dropped into one of the chairs in Hange’s lab. She hummed thoughtfully, and looked up from her work to catch your eyes.

“Can you confirm this cadet?” She asked, a playful glint in her eyes as you averted your eyes and flushed.

“Actually...”

“She’s the one that broke my nose.” Levi said, beating you to it and stating it much more bluntly than you would have. Hange let out a roar of laughter and slapped her knee in her enthusiasm.

“That’s just rich! Wow great work (Y/n)! I mean I would’ve expected this from Ackerman, or maybe even Eren. But you? My god this is just-”

“Set my nose already shitty glasses.” Levi snapped, having had enough of her teasing, his already thin patience was worn to near exhaustion. Hange sighed and motioned for you to come closer.

“Let’s use this as a teaching opportunity shall we?” She mused as you came to stand at her shoulder. You weren’t sure if you had much of a choice so you simply nodded and she smirked devilishly at you. She brought her hands to the side of Levi’s head, he closed his eyes and let out a slow breath as Hange moved a hand over the bridge of his nose.

“When setting any bone it is important to do so quickly and unapologetically.” She said formally as she tenderly examined the wound. She reached behind her with her free hand and dabbed a cotton ball to the bloody skin, you swallowed nervously as she now returned to grip the bridge of his nose.

“On the count of three Levi.” She hummed as she seemed to brace herself. Levi didn’t even open his eyes at her warning.

“One...”

CRACK

You yelped at the loud sound, Hange was quick to reach for some more cotton which she stuffed up Levi’s nostrils. Levi groaned when she finished and reclined further in the chair, his knuckles white from squeezing the arms of the seat.

“Oh my god.” Was all you could manage as Hange wiped her hands off on a towel.

“Go ahead and take him to dinner. He’ll be fine in the next couple of weeks.” She waved you off, shooing the both of you out of her office. When the door slammed shut behind the two of you, you turned to Levi with a twisted expression.

“Captain I am so sorry, I really didn’t mean to. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?” You practically begged as Levi closed his eyes and ran a hand through his messy locks.

“Well....you can do my paperwork for me.” He said, you immediately regretted extending your kindness, much to Levi’s amusement.

“I’ll go make us some tea then...” You mumbled turning to stalk off towards the kitchen. Levi watched you walk away, pride swelling in his chest, he didn’t think that you had it in you. Now all he had to do was get you to stop apologizing all the god damn time.

Oh my god, this was such a fun lil idea.

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cacoetheswriting · 3 years

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chasing a feeling pt. II - spencer reid

Warnings: this goes from angsty, to fluffy to smutty tbh: swearing, a lil jealousy, small alcohol consumption, smut, really 18+, dom!Spencer/sub!reader dynamic, oral sex (receiving and giving), choking, a little dirty talk, rough and kinda sloppy sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!) Word Count: 4.5k Summary: this is part two: Conflicted about his feelings, Spencer decided to apologise and try to convince you to stay. He appears at your door in the middle of the night and the two of you work through your differences - or do you? (these two can't catch a break oops, PART THREE is out now)

| PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE |

Spencer found himself stood outside your hotel room door. The rest of the team was fast asleep by now, after all it was nearly two in the morning. He should be in bed too, however, after tossing and turning for hours straight he sprung out of bed and his feet carried him here. Was it the guilt? Because he was riddled with it. Mixed of course with a faint feeling of anger. The emotions spread inside his body like a disease making him nauseous.

His fingers curled into a fist and he knocked three times. No answer. You were probably sleeping which made all of this so much worse but he knocked again, this time using more of his strength.

He heard shuffling inside. No turning back now. He took in a deep breath and anxiously waited for you to open the door. To his surprise however it wasn't you that greeted him sleepily, it was the officer you flirted with earlier that day. Shirtless. Spencer stood frozen, dumbfounded. The guilt feeling present inside of him just a second ago was gone. In the blink of an eye it was replaced by ire and annoyance. How dare you.

“Can I help you?” The officer asked quietly, one hand on the door as if he was ready to shut it in Spencers face any second. “Yeah uh, I’m here for Y/N.” The officer yawned. “Can’t this wait? It’s like two a.m.” “No, it can’t wait.” Spencer grumbled. His anger levels spiking. He wondered how in the hell you got his number since the napkin it was written on currently lay at the bottom of Spencers hotel bin. “What are you doing here anyway?” “No offence agent but that’s kind of none of your business.” The officer smirked at Spencer who's fists were now clenched by his sides.

He was mad, borderline furious. You tell him you're leaving again, make him feel as if it's all his fault, and then land yourself in bed with another man? All in the space of a couple hours? What a sick joke.

“What’s going on?” You appeared behind the officer wrapped in a white hotel robe. Your eyes landed on the brunette doctor and the air caught in your throat. “Spencer.” His name escaped your lips so faintly you weren't sure at first you even said it.

Nervously, you turned to the officer and asked him kindly to leave - ‘duty calls’ was your excuse. You reassured that you’d find him later, maybe grab some lunch. Spencer watched as the officer nodded and disappeared into the dark room to grab his things. He came out moments later, kissed your cheek while saying goodbye, and walked away leaving you alone with the brunette agent.

Spencer rolled his eyes at the interaction as you stepped out into the hallway and closed the door behind you. You looked up to meet his gaze expecting the worst. The look spread across his facial features however wasn't one of animosity or bitterness. It was grief. That can't be right?

“What are you doing here?” You asked sheepishly. “I came to apologise, see if there is anything I could do to make it better between us and maybe get you to stay but it seems you’re doing just fine.” Spencer huffed irritated; you detected a hint of heartbreak in his voice. “Spence-” “Just forget it Y/N.” He sighed, turned on his heel and began walking away.

“Spencer!” You hurried after him. “Spencer, please!” He continued to rush ahead, ignoring the sound of your pleas. Did he really despise you that much? Yes, what you did tonight was bad considering everything else that happened but was it cause for this much animosity? Probably.

You managed to catch up with him just as he reached the elevator. He pressed the arrow button as you stepped between him and the metal door - just in case it opened. “Spencer let me explain.” He rolled his eyes. “I don't want to hear you have to say.” He gritted through his teeth, jaw clenched.

“It’s not what you think.” You blurted out. “Really? So you didn't have sex with the half-naked man I encountered at your door just moments ago?” When you didn't respond, Spencer smirked. “That’s what I thought.”

There was a quiet ‘ding’ and the elevator door swooshed open. Spencer manoeuvred his way around you and stepped inside. Not wanting to let him get away, or rather win this argument, you followed. The machine began to move.

“I only did it because-” “Because what?” Spencer interrupted taking a step towards you. “Because you needed someone to make you feel better? Because you wanted to make me jealous? Or maybe because you wanted to prove to yourself that you weren't just soliciting yourself earlier? That the two of you really made a connection!?” He belittled.

As you stood there stock-still listening to his outburst, you found yourself thinking about earlier today. About the fight, the words that were said, the pure unfiltered anger the two of you seemed to fuel inside one another. Your mind then wondered to the kiss. That passionate, fiery, lustful kiss. Spencer has never kissed you like that before. No. He used to be so timid. He’d kiss you so gently, as if he was afraid to hurt you. Earlier was the complete opposite however. When his lips smeared across yours, his body pushing into you, it was as if he wanted nothing more but to break you.

You bit your bottom lip unconsciously at the thought. A small act that Spencer noticed immediately. He stopped mid-sentence. His gaze lingered on your mouth for a second. Those full, luscious, soft lips. Fuck. He looked back up to meet your gaze and was about to say something, resume the fight, when the elevator door opened brining you both back to reality - ‘ding’.

He surged out towards his own room, you following closely behind.

“You are not the victim here Spencer!” You jeered after him. “You made my day impossible, and don't pretend you didn't. I decided to quit after one day with you. Quit a dream job because your ego couldn't handle the fact that I was back in your life and not for reasons you might have wanted!”

He stopped in his tracks causing you to bump lightly into his back. He turned around in his spot. Eyes narrow, lips rigid and pursed into a thin line. “I didn't want you back in my life Y/N! I haven't thought about you in years!” “Your mom would disagree.”

Spencer blinked. “What did you just say?”

The brunette doctor stepped towards you. You ambled backwards until you hit a wall; bouncing off the facade with a soft thud. Only inches away, he placed his hands flat on both sides of your head trapping you completely. Heat radiated off him as if you were standing next to a fire.

“What did you just say?” He repeated, the sound of his voice stern. His hot breath hit your skin sending a shiver down your spine. You swallowed, but unwilling to show him how scared you were beginning to feel you crossed your arms. Spencers eyes immediately travelled to your bosom which was now barely covered up by the clinging robe. He let his arms fall before averting his gaze.

He ran his hand through his already messy hair and looked up to meet your stare as your body relaxed. A raised eyebrow and a sly smirk present on your facial features. “What?” He seethed trying to come off unbothered; but he was betrayed by his own actions as his eyes once again wandered to your visible cleavage. “Are you going to yell at me some more or just continue goggling at my boobs?” You asked, the smirk on your face spreading wider.

“Perhaps you should be wearing something more appropriate to bed.” Spencer ridiculed. “Do you always sleep naked or was that just for the gentleman caller I found in your hotel room?” You couldn't help but roll your eyes. “I bet you’d like to know doctor Reid.”

He huffed at your comment but didn't deny it. Satisfied that you managed to rattle him, you continued. “Is this better? Can you concentrate now?” You asked sarcastically as you uncrossed your arms. “Or perhaps you’d prefer this?” Your fingers fidgeted with the cotton rope around your waist untying it, your eyes glued to the man in-front of you. The robe fell open revealing well, everything.

There was something about Spencer hat always drove you crazy. It crept up on you, this weird feeling you only ever experienced when you were with him. He stirred something inside of you that you couldn't explain no matter how hard you tried. After all these years apart however you forgot this sensation even existed; the two of you moved on with your lives. But now the switch was yet again flipped and unknowing to you, the feeling was mutual.

Spencer pelted at you, grabbing each side of the garment and closing it. “Very mature.” He breathed heavily. “Someone could have seen you.” “Someone did see me.” You teased. Spencer ignored you. Instead, he looked down and focused on tying the robe shut. He could feel your eyes burning into his skull. His fingers shaky as his mind raced. The image of your naked body impeded in his brain.

Spencer was rigid tense. He knew deep down that he couldn't control himself much longer around you - which is why he was so angry. The question he’s been asking himself this last day once again riddled his brain: How come you still had such an effect on him? You broke his heart when you left, in that moment he swore he would hate you forever. And he kept that promise until he saw you again. The minute his eyes landed on you the angry facade rumbled but his conscious continued to tell him you were evil, so he acted as if you were. Now he was conflicted.

There was a brief moment of silence when he finished. Spencer sighed. He seemed unwilling to look up and meet your gaze, or let go of your robe for that matter. His fingers trailed along the cotton bind, tugging at it lightly. You could not help but let out a mellow giggle. “I don't think you can make that any tighter Spencer.” A faint smile graced his facial features. For a split second the robust, irate man that gave you the cold shoulder these last few hours disappeared. In-front of you stood a young Spencer you loved all those years ago. “S-sorry.”

“It’s okay.” You reassured while placing a hand gently on his bicep. “Honestly, I should be the one apologising right now. Thinking about this now it would have been a good idea to call you before my first day and see if you wanted to meet up. We could have talked this out calmly. It would have saved us a lot of awkwardness.” He chuckled, finally looking up to meet your gaze. “You mean save us the arguments.” You rolled your eyes playfully. “Right.”

Slowly, you moved your hand down his arm until you reached his knuckle. He let go of the robe and intertwined his fingers with yours. His touch was gentle as he rubbed circles into your wrist using his thumb.

“When did things get so screwed up?” Spencer asked, his eyes scanning yours as if he was searching for the answer deep inside of your soul. “Probably when I left.” “No.” He shook his head, giving your hand a soft squeeze. “It must have been before that otherwise you wouldn't have left.” “Spencer.” “According to a study by Bumpass and Sweet from 1989, the odds of successful lasting relationships are even slimmer than those of marriage. Over half of non-married couples break up within two years and about ninety-percent dissolve within five years. Realistically, we stood no chance.” “I don’t entirely agree. We were crazy about each other but we wanted different things. You just started with the BAU. I was knee-deep in studying for the BAR exam as well as completing my training at the academy. Honestly, I think we were just too young and expected too much out of one another.”

Spencer sighed. He stood quiet for a moment before letting out a short laugh. “I guess our ambitions are to blame then.” You giggled. “I guess you’re right.” He lifted his free hand and tenderly caressed your cheek as you smiled at him. “For what it’s worth, I’m really proud of you. You’ve really done everything you said you would do.” His words caught you by surprise. “Are you forgetting that I left you? You were pretty mad about that a few hours ago.” He smiled; his hand now cupping your cheek. You leaned into his touch. “I’m still pretty mad but I think that’s just because of the way you left-” “Without an explanation you mean?” You interrupted and he nodded. “I looked for you. Spent months trying to figure out where you could have gone.” “I’m sorry Spencer. I really am.”

“Why did you leave Y/N?” He asked. There were now tears forming in your eyes. “I-I eh-” You took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I-it was as if one morning I just realised that I wasn't myself anymore, I didn't know who I was. And near the end we hardly saw each other. The last thing I wanted was for us to start fighting, we were both so young and dumb. I watched us wither, and I just thought I would be better off alone.” “But you could have told me.” He placed a strand of your hair behind your ear before going back to holding your cheek; not breaking eye contact. “Spencer, I knew if I told you than you would have talked me into staying. I needed to figure out who I was before I could let myself grow old with someone.”

Spencer nodded, taking in all of the information you just provided him with. He let out a deep breath. “Do you want to raid the mini-bar in my room? We could continue this conversation over a glass of something strong.” He offered, you smiled. “I’d like that.” Hand in hand, the two of you walked towards Spencers hotel room.

“So where did you go? Like I said I trying looking for you but it was as if you dropped off the face of the earth until I got a tip that you were in L.A.” You smiled meekly. “I uh stayed in Virginia for a while. After graduating from the academy I decided that I wanted to just pursue law for a while so I got an internship at a small firm. Plus I figured it would be the last place you would look for me, home.”

He unlocked the door when you reached his room and pushed it open, allowing you to enter first. He followed and locked the door behind. You switched on a lamp situated on one of the nightstands as Spencer rummaged through the mini-bar. He took out two small bottles of gin and poured the content into clean coffee mugs. You made yourself comfortable on his bed, kicking off the white hotel slippers you leaned back against the headboard and spread your legs straight in-front of you. Spencer handed you one of the cups before taking off his own shoes and sitting down beside you.

He clinked his glass against yours and took a sip of his drink; squinting his eyes slightly as the clear liquid burned down his throat.

Over the next hour you answered every question he asked, as honestly and truthfully as you could. All the puzzle pieces aligned themselves in Spencers brain and for the first time since you left he felt whole again. You told him about everything you’ve been doing. He returned with a detailed explanation of everything that has happened to him; from becoming a godfather to his recent time in jail.

“No wonder you’re so mean looking now.” You teased, nudging his arm. “And what’s your excuse?” He clapped back, smirking as he finished his drink. He placed the empty mug on the side table and rested his head against the bed-frame; tilting it slightly to look at you.

There was a brief moment of silence. Only this time it wasn't uncomfortable or angry, it was peaceful.

“Y/N?” “Yes?” You waited patiently for him to ask his next question, but he never did. Instead Spencer leaned in, his hot breath hit your skin igniting a fire that was built up inside. In the space of a heartbeat his lips were on yours. The warmth of his closeness was soothing and you shut your eyes instantly.

Spencers hand closed around your jaw, pulling you further into his lips, as his tongue pushed inside your mouth entwining with yours. The two of you began feverishly making out like a couple of high schoolers. Tips of his fingers tangled in your hair, tugging it. You sucked on his lower lip, he bit your tongue playfully as it danced with his. His stumble grazing your chin as your heads moved from side to side to the rhythm of your heartbeats. A quiet moan escaped you causing the brunette doctor to smile against your mouth while deepening the kiss even further.

Each of your bodies relaxed into the sensation. His tongue eagerly explored your mouth as his hand moved down from your face to your neck. He gave it a gentle squeeze making you moan again, only louder this time. Spencer groaned at the sweet sound of your pleasure; biting down on your lower lip hard before pulling away.

In one swift motion, Spencer yanked you down by your waist so that your head was resting on a pillow. He straddled over you, his lips now at your collarbone. He kissed up until he met the hollow of your throat. You could feel his member grow harder through his pants, pinning into your leg. He moved to the side of your neck, sucking and nibbling as he traced along. Your body arched into his, chest swelling - there will definitely be a faded purple bruise on your neck greeting you in the morning.

Your hands made their way underneath his t-shirt, tracing the muscles of his toned back. His lips moved up to face yours allowing you to swiftly remove the garment over his head and throw it to the ground. His tongue traced down your jaw as his hands worked on the cotton rope belt of your robe. He undid it quickly; the garment fell open.

Spencer pulled back for a split second to admire the view before burying his head between your breasts. He cupped them in his hands, his thumbs rubbing harshly over your nipples. Hastily, you tangled your fingers in his hair and bit your own lip as his mouth latched on to one breast; his fingers pulling the nipple of the other.

His free hand moved down your body until he reached your inner thigh. He traced circles into your flesh, and you instinctively tensed the closer he got to your pussy. You ached for his touch and Spencer knew it too. Smiling against your naked flesh, satisfied that he held all the power, he steered himself down until his face was at your entrance. He wrapped his arms around your thighs steadying them before diving in without warning. His tongue swept from your opening to your clit.

Throwing your head back, squirming and writhing, you dissolved completely. He continued licking you out. His lips sucked on your clit as a finger slipped inside of you. Instantly, he found your g-spot and massaged it while sliding in and out creating the sluttiest wet noises you had ever heard. Moans of pure ecstasy left your mouth only enticing him more.

The brunette teared away but before you got a chance to complain his fingers were in your mouth. You could taste your own saltiness as your tongue instinctively enveloped around them, sucking. Spencer smiled wickedly at the sensation. It didn't take long for him to jerk his hand away, and grab your face by your jaw. His nails dug into your cheeks.

“Get on your knees for me.” - a simple instruction which you obliged straight away, no hesitation.

Both of you now completely naked. The head of Spencers fully erect cock rested on your bottom lip. You ran your tongue over it, vertically, letting your lips close off at the tip. But Spencer wasn’t willing to give up the control. He grabbed the back of your head and thrust his shaft fully into your mouth. Your eyes went wide at the intrusion and it took you a second to accommodate this length.

He withdrew. You managed to swirl your tongue over the tip of his dick when he plunged back into your mouth. He pushed past your gag reflex and into your throat making you moan into his member. He repeated the act a few more times gradually increasing speed. “Fuck yesss...” Spencer groaned, watching you intently. Your jaw ached as he fucked your mouth; your lips in a tight O as he pumped into your mouth so forcefully you struggled to keep up.

He drew out briskly. He pulled you back onto the bed and positioned himself on-top of you. His face inches away from yours, a caring look spread across his features for a moment. “We can stop if you want.” You shook your head. “No, I want this. I want you.” Smiling at your response, Spencer leaned down and pressed his soft lips against yours.

In that same moment, he pushed his cock into your wetness. You moaned against his mouth at the sensation. His tongue breached your teeth, once again intertwining with yours, and you felt him pull out only to thrust back in deeper this time. You trembled underneath him as he pushed back and forth in slow strokes; each movement creating gasps of pleasure.

He increased his speed. His thick member pounding into you; a smacking sound now echoing in the room. His mouth trailed hungry kisses along your jaw, his stubble grazing your skin. His fingers found your neck, wrapping around it gently. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. The brunette doctor continued to thrust in and out of you as you circled your hips, grinding against him. Your tits bouncing at the created friction. His panting mixed with your shallow breathing and moans - you could feel your orgasm building rapidly.

The tighter your pussy clenched, just aching to explode, the harder he pushed into you. He fucked you deeply, roughly. His fingers digging into your neck as he bit down on your shoulder. Eyes rolling, you screamed his name over and over. Your hips buckled with each strong thrust, you threw your head back.

His name rolled off your tongue again as he pinned you to the bed by your throat, careful to avoid your windpipe in the process. His mouth found your ear and when his hot breath hit your skin a shiver tingled down your spine. “Cum for me.” He whispered and that was all it took. You screamed, body writhing under him. He moved his face back to meet your lustful gaze. A smirk circled his around his lips as you cascaded into an orgasm which rolled through your entire body.

Your back arched and your hands grabbed at the sheets. Spencer continued to fuck you. His thrusts still as rapid and rough as before. His movements didn't die down until his own orgasm overcame him. Your hips buckled as one last moan escaped you; eyes still locked together. His lips found yours as he exploded, your juices mixed trickling down your inner thighs.

The two of you were breathless and sweaty as he rolled off you. Looking at the ceiling above, both of you tried to steady your heavy panting. Spencer placed a hand on his chest which propelled up and down heavily.

“That was-” You began, trying to organise your thoughts. “Amazing.” Spencer finished your sentence. He tilted his head to look at you. You did the same, smiling at him warmly. He reached out his hand and slowly, while caressing your cheek with his thumb, placed the loose strands of hair behind your ear.

The two of you lay there like that for a moment longer before reality struck. A knock on the door caused you to jump out of bed scrambling for your clothes. You wrapped the hotel robe around you and hid behind the wall as Spencer put on his pants and went to answer the door.

“Emily, hey.” Spencer cleared his throat. You listened in, holding your breath so not to make a sound. “There’s been a break in the case. Can you get dressed and find Y/N? JJ went by her room but there was no answer so we’ll just meet the two of you at the precinct.” “Sure.” You heard the door creak; as if he was about to close it but stopped. “And Reid-” “Yes?” “Please be on your best behaviour. We want Y/N on this team and I won’t tolerate bad bearings like earlier today.” You knew she was referring to him calling you a whore.

The door shut. You shuffled out from behind the wall and looked at the brunette doctor. “You didn't tell Emily I was resigning?” You asked, slightly confused. He shook his head no slowly as if he was scared of your reaction. “Why?” “I- eh- wanted to first try and convince you to stay.” He admitted letting his shoulders fall. In that moment, a terrible realisation hit you.

“Is that why you slept with me?”

“What? No!” He was taken aback by your question. This couldn't possible be what you were thinking now.

You began to feel sick to your stomach. Head dizzy as a whirlpool of emotions hit you out of nowhere. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god...” Your hands clasped your mouth out of shock.

“Y/N-” “I have to go.” You cut him off and pushed past him to the door. “No, Y/N listen to me.” He grabbed your arm as you reached for the handle but you shook him off. “I’ll just meet you at the car in ten. I’ll talk to Emily myself when we get to the precinct.” You barked, possibly too harshly, and hurried out of there as fast as your legs could carry you.

You found it hard to believe that Spencer would stoop as low as have sex with you to make you stay. But then again in the last twenty-four hours he’s proved that he is not the person you once knew.

The brunette doctor called after you but you blatantly ignored him. In the distance, you heard him curse loudly and slam his door shut. A lone tear trailed down your cheek. You wiped it away quickly trying to contain yourself. No, you weren’t going to let him get in your head like that. This was your dream job, your life. You decided a long time ago that he wasn't going to influence your decisions, now was no time to stop. If he wanted to fuck with your head, fuck you, than two could play that game.

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girlgrouptrash101 · 3 years

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Chaeryeong (ITZY) - Hurt

Request: “Can I request a Chaeryeong fluff? Just something sweet n cuddly, nothing specific there’s just such a drought for itzy Chaeryeong content on here 🥺🥺 and I love your writing so much🥺🥺”

Word Count: 1,218 Words

Warnings: nothing but a lil angst and some fluff

A/N: ayo if ANY of you hate on lee chaeryeong i will personally pay a visit to your home and kick ur ass xox

- C

You tossed and turned in your bed that night, sleep not finding you easily. Your mind wandered behind your closed eyes, thinking about the most random of things as you tried to drift off to sleep. You finally felt yourself falling as you were snuggled up beneath the covers. Well, until your phone interrupted you.

*Bing*

You ignored the notification sound and turned over, wondering who could be texting you at the early hours of the morning.

*Bing*

Your eyes snapped open in annoyance as you reached over to your phone, clicking the on button. The bright screen blinded you as you squeezed your eyes back shut, trying to adjust to the sudden brightness. When you finally squinted your eyes open enough to read the messages, your heart dropped.

"Baby, are you awake?"

"I'm outside."

"Please be awake Y/N... I need you."

"Please come open the door."

You scrambled out of bed, padding towards the door and fumbling with your key to open the lock. You were met with the sight of your girlfriend, Chaeryeong, puffy eyed and short breath. She had clearly been crying, and your heart shattered as you saw her standing there.

"Chae-"

You were cut off as she barreled into you, her head burying into your shoulder as sobs left her. Kicking the door closed behind you, your arms wrapped around Chaeryeong as you held her close, your own eyes welling up as her body racked with intense sobs. You managed to pull her over to your living room, setting both of you down gently on the couch.

"Baby, do you wanna talk about it?" You asked softly, petting her hair and pulling her back into a hug, your heart breaking even more at the feel of her crying against you. You knew she often liked to get her tears out before she spoke when she was upset, so you waited for her to speak, focusing on comforting her through her pain.

Eventually, a few minutes later, Chaeryeong's tears had stopped, leaving only her unsteady breaths in their place.

"I'm s- sorry." She sniffled, trying to get her breathing back to normal. You gave her a look to continue, your eyebrows furrowing.

"You w- were probably asleep and I-"

"Chae. I'm here for you. Any time of the day, any day of the week. Don't apologize. Let's just talk about what's upsetting you, okay?" You replied, looking into her eyes as she nodded, quickly pulling her into another soft hug. Both of your hands found hers as she steadied herself, her focus now burning holes into the floor as she started.

"I've been seeing stuff online again, about me." She said softly, and your confusion melted away immediately. It was soon replaced with anger, and sadness, and a mix of other horrid emotions as you thought of the pain your girlfriend has had to go through since she debuted.

"Chaeryeong, you know you should stay away from that stuff. None of it is true. None of it."

"If it's not true, then why is everyone saying it? Why does everyone hate me? What did I do?" She asked desperately, her eyes finding yours once again as she began to tear up. You took a deep breath, controlling yourself so as to talk rationally, though what you really felt like doing was hunting down every single last one of the horrible people on the internet that were breaking your girlfriend in front of your very eyes.

"Chae, I need you to listen to me, very carefully. Can you do that for me?" You asked seriously. Your girlfriend nodded, looking down her lap as you placed your hands on her shoulders. You took a deep breath, thinking of the right words to say to make it all better.

"They don't hate you. They're jealous of you. And, I know you're thinking, that's what you always say, but I KNOW. I know they are. They say these things, post those nasty words because what are they doing with their lives? Nothing! What are you doing with your life Chaeryeong? Well, you're living your fucking dream. You're making so many people, including me, smile and laugh every single day; you're doing it Chae. You're doing what you've always wanted."

Your girlfriend was looking at you now, her mouth open a little in surprise as she listened.

"Think about who you have around you. Me, Chaeyeon, your members, your friends and family. The people that know you, and love you, know just how talented and beautiful you are. I know how talented and beautiful you are. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me Chaeryeong, and I know you better than anyone else. You need to listen to these words and remember them, because these are the ones that matter. They don't know you, I do. They will never love and understand you the way I do."

You took a deep breath, hoping everything you said made sense. Any plans you had for your little speech went out of the window immediately, your heart taking over as your words poured out. Chaeryeong was silent as she looked at you, tears still brimming her eyes.

"Thank you." She said quietly, before cupping your face with her hands and pulling you towards her, her lips capturing yours in a sweet kiss.

"I love you too. I'm sorry for overreacting, it just hurts to see the comments, it really does." She said as she pulled away.

"You don't need to apologize, and you're not overreacting, baby. I can't imagine how it feels, and I will never truly know. All I want is for you to feel as amazing and beautiful as you are. I know you still can't see it yet, but one day, I hope you can see yourself the way I do. You're truly one of a kind, Chae." You said again, your eyes fluttering shut as Chaeryeong leaned in again.

"I love you, so, so much." Chaeryeong whispered against your lips, kissing you softly again.

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After Chaeryeong had calmed down, you remembered how late it was when she came over, and suddenly your tiredness was seeping in. You threw a set of pyjamas at your girlfriend, who was grateful to change into the fluffy, warm clothes.

Climbing into your bed, it wasn't long before Chaeryeong joined you under the covers, snuggling into your embrace and pulling the duvet up to your chins. You were eye to eye when Chaeryeong began to giggle, leaning forward to kiss your nose softly.

"What is it?" You asked with a laugh of your own, your nose scrunching as your girlfriend continued to pepper you with kisses.

"Nothing, I just love you." She responded, moving her lips to your forehead, then finally to your lips once more. Her thumb ran over your jaw as your lips moved slowly, time seemingly freezing around you as you got lost in one another. When you pulled away again, both of you were breathless, your eyelids threatening to shut as the warmth of each other and the softness of one another's lips almost lulling you to sleep

With a final peck, you held Chaeryeong close and allowed yourself to finally drift off into one of the most peaceful sleeps you had ever had.

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meltwonu · 3 years

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| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 | [CHAPTER 15]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, softdom!seungcheol, blowjob, cum swallowing, restraints/blindfold, daddy!kink, dirty talk, v little hair pulling, orgasm control, squirting, sex toys 😗💕 hope y’all are having a good weekend! As you can see, with this chapter comes the decided amount of chapters 😭 which means! cherry bomb ends on jan. 1st! 😭😭😭 I’m sad about it but!! excited to start the new year with some new projects too!! and I promise it won't be the last of this au either (I'll upload and talk abt a new schedule when it gets closer to time)💕💕 Thank you, as always, for your support with Cherry Bomb and I’m glad some of us have had pavlovian responses when we hear the term now LOOOL😩💕 Enjoy ch15 and have a great weekend! see u tomorrow for the last intro post! 💕🍒

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Seungcheol takes it as a blessing that he doesn’t work on the weekends.

You do your camshow on Friday and upload prerecorded content on Saturday which leaves two whole days of relaxation that the two of you enjoy.

But Monday comes quicker than you anticipate and Seungcheol drops you off to work before he heads back to the roller rink; ignoring the multitudes of texts it seems Jeongguk is sending.

I’ll be at work in 30 minutes, he thinks.

“I’ll be back to pick you up after work, baby!”

You nod back, blowing Seungcheol a kiss through the window before you turn to leave.

Seungcheol’s phone rings 3 more times, brows furrowed.

‘It can wait.’

“Hyung, we’re in trouble… Maybe?”

Jeongguk’s big puppy eyes stare back at the older male and he can already feel the blood draining from his face at the potential reasons that the younger male would even say that. “Um… is---is this pertaining to why you tried calling like 14 times?” Jeongguk nods, tugging on Seungcheol’s shirt and pulling him in closer.

“Before you say anything… Namjoon-hyung didn’t find out, did he?”

“Find out about what?”

“That I… cam… I don’t want to get fired because I--”

Jeongguk rolls his eyes, “Listen, I’m gonna be real, I don’t think he cares. The problem is… remember that dude that came in? A couple weeks ago. Lookin’ for a job.”

Seungcheol nods slowly; trying to remember the male’s name. “Seok--something, right?” Jeongguk nods.

“Apparently, he came back, and at the right time too. Namjoon hired his ass on the spot and he starts tomorrow. I heard from Seokjin.” Confusion crosses Seungcheol’s features as he stares and waits for Jeongguk to continue. “... And? How is that trouble for us?”

Jeongguk lets out an over dramatic sigh, hands on Seungcheol’s shoulders. “Nevermind, I forgot you’re making bank on those videos. I was gonna say, we might get a pay cut! Or maybe Joon-hyung’s trying to replace us but I guess that’s not a ‘you’ problem.”

Seungcheol laughs under his breath, shaking his head before patting Jeongguk’s hands.

“You’ll be okay. I don’t think anyone is coming for your concession stand job.”

The next day when Seungcheol makes it to work, he can’t help but have a weird feeling in his gut.

Much like the time when he first met Jun, there’s an indescribable feeling bubbling up in his body that he can’t seem to shake off once he arrives at the roller rink and the sight of Jeongguk with the new employee doesn’t help to settle the feeling at all.

Just before he can make his escape, the younger male waves him over; a cheery smile plastered on his face when Seungcheol starts walking over.

“Hyung! It’s the new employee!”

So much for panicking about being replaced, Jeongguk.

Seungcheol smiles at the other male, introducing himself swiftly before extending a hand to shake. “Ah! I remember you! I’m Seokmin! I’m the same age as Jeongguk!” Seungcheol’s lips part as he nods in understanding; that had been why Jeongguk seemed so okay with it all of a sudden.

Seokmin’s eyes form crescents when he smiles and Seungcheol takes a second to do a once over of the other male; noting the pins tacked to his denim jacket. His eyes hone in on a specific one, narrowing once he realized what it was.

It’d been a while ago now, but when you’d hit 5k subscribers to your camming channel, you had made only three of the same pin, which you had raffled and only gave to three winners.

By nature, Seungcheol was one of them, and the other two were ‘xcaliburDK’ and ‘gentleman_josh95’. Seungcheol could deduce from usernames alone that this wasn’t ‘Josh’ so it only left one option left; albeit Seokmin didn’t add up to the username either.

“Hyung? Hyung, are you okay? You’re spacing out.” Jeongguk waves a hand in the elder’s face as Seungcheol shakes himself from his thoughts.

He’d just have to figure it out later.

Although, he can already feel the groan spilling from his lips.

Why was everyone popping up now?

When he picks you up from work, later that afternoon, he can already tell something is off about you too.

You slink into the passenger’s seat of his car, quiet and a little jittery. “You okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He comments, watching as you fumble with the seatbelt.

“Yeah it’s just… Can we talk about it when we get home? I think I’m still recovering from the weird experience I had earlier.”

Nodding, Seungcheol reaches over, placing his palm in yours in a means of comforting you; even just a little.

“Guess we both have had weird days, huh?”

You can’t thank Seungcheol enough for how patient he is.

He doesn’t say a word in the car and lets you have your quiet, cool down time before you get home.

But when the lock slides into place and you finally plop down onto the bed, you know it’s finally time to have the talk that you knew was brewing.

“I met another one of my regulars at the diner today.” You mumble; beating Seungcheol to the punch of him asking.

“Weird, I think I ran into one of your regulars at the roller rink today too. He works there now, by the way.”

The two of you share an awkward laugh as Seungcheol lays down next to you; neither of you bothering to change out of your outside clothes as you bask in the oddly similar occurrences. “Wouldn’t happen to be ‘universe_WZ’ would it? He came by the diner earlier, ‘just passing through town’ he said. It was so weird though, y’know? Him and Jun kinda got along ‘cause apparently they’re born in the same year.” You smile at the memory, despite how odd it was at first. “He was quiet and Jun is very much not. I think he bailed earlier than he wanted ‘cause his ear was getting talked off. But he asked me for an autograph on the way out and some old lady stared at me. It was just… a little weird.”

Seungcheol laughs; somewhat glad that your experience hadn’t been as bad as he was expecting.

“How ‘bout you, ‘Cheol? What was that about him working with you?”

The male groans, sliding a hand down his features. “It was… somethin’ else.” You turn on your side to face him, raising a brow.

“Couldn’t be that bad, could it?”

Seungcheol laughs, but only in the way he knows that the next words out of his mouth will sound ridiculous, even to you.

“I’m not going to say who it is because I don’t want you to be extra weirded out. He’s an okay guy, very diligent about his work. But let’s just say I caught a glimpse of his wallpaper, which was you by the way. And when I asked him, ‘hey, is that your girlfriend?’, the fucker lied and said yes!”

It takes a second before you’re letting out a boisterous laugh; tears springing to your eyes at the hilarious encounter Seungcheol had experienced.

“You’re not mad!?” He comments, eyes wide as saucers as he watches you curl up in laughter. “I thought you’d be mad!” You wipe a tear from your eye, catching your breath before you turn back to Seungcheol who watches you in confusion.

“No way, that’s fuckin’ hilarious! And let’s be real, probably not the first time someone’s lied about me being their girlfriend, right? But I--he doesn’t know, does he? That you’re… y’know, ‘dom.cheol’?” Seungcheol blushes, cheeks blooming a pale pink when he thinks about it.

Would his voice be enough to give it away?

“I don’t… know? He didn’t say anything but neither did I, honestly. It was just… weird. And now I work with him so that’ll be fun. Can’t wait for him to tell me how cute his girlfriend is.” He grumbles.

“Awww, is widdol Swungcheol jealous?” You blink cutely back at him; a teasing smirk on your lips when you see him narrowing his eyes back at you.

“Watch it, brat. You know I can punish you at any time, right?”

“Try me, then~”

Seungcheol mentally logs into his brain and waits until your Wednesday show before he makes a move.

He brings his favorite silk ties from his closet and places them on the bed while you get changed; a sly smirk on his face.

“‘Okay, ‘Cheol I’m--whoa.” You bite your lip when you step out and see the array of ties and the vibrator already sitting on the bed. “Um… I take it that these are part of the show tonight?” You end with a shy giggle; body already warm at the way Seungcheol looks at you.

“Mmhmm. For the ‘lil jealous comment you made. What was it that you said? ‘Try me, then’?” He grins in a way that you know you’re screwed and you saunter up to him in hopes of maybe pacifying him a little.

“Too late to say that I take it back?”

“Waaaay too late, baby. Now, let’s get started.”

chwenon has donated $50

sleepy_wonu has donated $100

artist8hao has donated $75

artist8hao: she’s so pretty with her hands tied behind her back like that

angelhan: shibari next time???

universe_WZ: she’d be so pretty all tied up

universe_WZ: rly nice seeing u btw ;)

therealchan99: where tf are all of u seeing her!?!?? I need to go out more im lackin bro

alphagyu97: its the way u walk into every set up for me

Seungcheol chuckles under his breath, reading the comments with his hand tangled in your hair and your arms tied behind your back as you work your mouth up and down on his cock.

Before the show had even started, he had quickly rearranged the setup so that the camera was angled down towards the space in front of the bed instead of where it usually faced which was on top of the bed. You were a little confused at first when he had nodded and told you to start your camshow from the rug placed underneath you but it soon made sense when he had tied your arms behind your back and made you suck him off with your knees digging into the rug and a silk tie tied into a bow around your eyes to prevent you from seeing.

“Shibari, huh? Ooh, wouldn’t it be a treat for your viewers if you did a show where you were all tied up? I’d have to start it for you, or maybe they’d like to watch the process and see how quickly I can get you to fall apart.” Seungcheol pauses; hips canting up slightly into your mouth as you swallow and gag around him. “We can make it an extra long camshow… Maybe a pay-per-view situation. They can watch you squirm and cum all night long while I keep a vibrator pressed against your clit until your cute body is trembling.”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head even if Seungcheol can’t see it and you moan around his cock when you feel him throbbing in your mouth.

The sound of donations and comments is all you can go off of with your back towards the camera and your vision taken away; noting that the viewers must’ve liked the idea.

j__min has donated $150

j__min: popping in to say if u need help buying ropes, i know a guy ;)

alphagyu97: wait is this rly happening

alphagyu97: i’ll clear my schedule gentleman_josh95: yea same

xcaliburDK: i just started a new job i cant have any sick days plz… at least reupload it for me 😭😭

Seungcheol smirks when he reads that particular comment; fingertips massaging your skull when he hears you whining. “I know, baby. You wanna be fucked, huh? It isn’t nice being teased, right? So now you know how I feel~” In a blink of an eye, ‘xcaliburDK’s comment is buried and Seungcheol is thankful that you didn’t see it. He’d just have to keep it a secret for now while he played along and listened to what else Seokmin had to say about his so-called ‘girlfriend’.

You rub your thighs together; already feeling the slickness on them from how wet you already were and how long you’d been teasing and sucking his cock.

“Fuck, I could cum down your pretty ‘lil throat and then make you work for my cock. Drag your punishment out even longer than your viewers would see.” You moan around his cock in response and Seungcheol can only take it as a whiny ‘no’ before he’s pulling you off of him by the hair; soft sputters and coughs spilling from your wet lips as you catch your breath.

“But I think you’ve earned your orgasm, hmm? What do you say, princess?”

Your throat feels hoarse and your body feel obscenely hot at the way Seungcheol doesn’t seem to want to take off your restraints just yet. “Y-yes, daddy I--I want to c-cum… pl--please.”

tangerine_kwan: ahhh shes so cute

tangerine_kwan: petition for baby pink ties next time i think they suit her

sleepy_wonu: if that shibari show is happening, yes

“We’ll talk about it later, although I don’t think she’ll be opposed to it~” You furrow your brows; wondering what Seungcheok was referring to.

You’d ask later.

“D-daddy…?”

Seungcheol tugs you slightly by your hair, urging you up as you slowly stand on shaky legs. You let him take the reins as he unties your arms and repositions you until you’re bent over the edge of the bed; left leg folded atop the bedsheets while your right leg keeps you upright. He keeps your blindfold on but lets you keep your arms loose; which you find out fairly quickly, is for good reason.

The buzzing of the vibrator makes you bite your bottom lip and soon enough, Seungcheol places the toy in your clammy hand.

“You’re gonna slide your hand under your body and keep that vibrator pressed against your clit while I fuck you. And you’re not allowed to cum unless I say so. Am I understood, baby?” You feel Seungcheol teasing you as he slides his cock through your soaking folds before circling the tip around your entrance.

“I expect a response when I ask you a question, sweetheart.”

“Y--yes, daddy, I--ah!”

Seungcheol grins as he slides his cock into your tight cunt; watching as you slowly sandwich your arm between your body and the bed sheets to place the vibrator against your clit. You cry out, a mess of sharp whines and jumbled words spilling off your lips with the combination of Seungcheol’s thrusts and the vibrations on your clit.

“Ngh, d--daddy! Fuck me m-more!”

Your other hand digs into the sheets, fingers tight around the fabric as Seungcheol fucks you from behind. He knows your body like the back of his hand and he quickly already has you on the verge of an orgasm despite only having started fucking you, moments prior.

“Don’t cum, princess~” Teasingly, he alternates from quick snaps of his hips that have his cock slamming into your g-spot to slow thrusts that have you remembering every groove and vein of his cock when he pulls out. And when he fucks you like this, it’s easy to forget the camera was even on and that people were watching; if not for the constant pinging of comments and donations that mix in with your moans, Seungcheol’s harsh breaths and the sound of the vibrator against your clit.

hoshi_tiger_xx: hmm but shes obv being punished and we all kno good girls dont get creampies

therealchan99: ur right,,, where should he cum then?

kitty_junjun: my votes on her tits

kitty_junjun has donated $75

sleepy_wonu: maybe all over her back and then post the pics in the private room

xcaliburDK: or raffle them!! I want them

chwenon: ooo cum in her mouth but dont let her swallow

chwenon: then u can raffle those pics or sth

Neither you nor Seungcheol are even paying attention to the comments that fly past on the screen and the only thing Seungcheol even turns slightly for, is to check to make sure he’s still properly out of frame.

He can already feel you tightening up around him and with the vibrator on your clit, he knows for a fact you won’t last much longer before you’re cumming.

“Hmm, princess, I can feel you getting so tight around me. Bet you wanna cum already, huh?”

“D-daddy, I dunno, ah, how--how much longer I can h-hold off…” You mumble; already feeling the tension in your body ready to snap at any second.

“Be a good girl. I said you earned your orgasm but you need to be patient.” You nod to the best of your ability; head feeling heavy and fuzzy as you try to stave off your orgasm for a little longer. “Y--yes, daddy…” He slows down his thrusts in order to help you a little and the soft praises that fall from his lips have the warmth blooming in your chest.

But it doesn’t last long because despite Seungcheol’s valiant efforts, you’re already too close to cumming to stop yourself when you feel the pressure building up too fast.

“Oh, d-daddy, I---I can’t, I---I can’t, I have, ah, to---to c-cum! Fuh--fuck, ‘m s--sorry!”

Seungcheol can’t even manage a word in before he feels his cock being forced out of your pussy and the wetness that squirts all over his cock and lower half. Loud cries and whines are all you can manage in the thrums of pleasure and the grip you have on the vibrator only tightens as you grind against the toy to ride out your high.

Seungcheol takes the time to wrap a hand around his cock as he strokes himself; body turned halfway towards the laptop to see what everyone was saying.

hoshi_tiger_xx: uh ohhh pretty baby came without permission

hoshi_tiger_xx has donated $50

hoshi_tiger_xx: donation for squirting tho

alphagyu97: ugh look at her cute lil hole begging to be filled up

angelhan: bet she’s feeling empty rn huh

Your soft mewls have Seungcheol turning back to face you; eyes trained on your twitching body when the pleasure starts to ebb away and the overstimulation from the vibrator starts to bite. “Daddy… the---the, mmh, toy…”

“You can turn it off, sweetheart.” His tone is clipped and you already know you’re in for it once you manage to find the switch on the silicone toy. You turn it off and slide your hand from underneath you; palms flat against the sheets as you sniffle.

“I--I’m really s-sorry, I--I couldn’t--”

“I want you on your knees again, princess.”

Nodding shakily, you ease your bent leg down as you maneuver yourself onto your knees; hands already searching for Seungcheol before you hear his small ‘ah, ah, ah’s. “Hands behind your back and tongue out, baby.” You follow his orders as you clasp your hands behind your back and diligently open your mouth and stick your tongue out as far as you can.

He brings his cock towards your face, tapping his cock head against your tongue before he starts to jerk himself off over your mouth and face. “I gotta hand it to you, princess. At least you apologized.” Seungcheol laughs under his breath, “But next time though? I won’t even let you have my cock.”

You whimper in return, brows furrowed under the silk tie.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum all over this pretty face.” His grip on his cock tightens and he thrusts into his palm quicker as he chases his high. “Don’t worry. I’ll take pretty pictures of your cum stained face.”

Seungcheol groans as he feels the coil in his body snapping and not a second later do you feel warm rivulets of cum hitting your cheeks and your tongue. Some of it manages to catch on the silk tie as you moan. The donations and comments pour in like water as Seungcheol continues to cover your face in cum and for the umpteeth time, you’re reassured that this was a path that worked out for you.

It was so silly that you’d thought of quitting camming earlier.

Although, you never brought it up to Seungcheol.

In actuality, there were quite a few things that you’d never brought up to Seungcheol.

“Fuck…” He mutters from above you and it’s enough to bring you out of your thoughts as you hold still. Seungcheol takes the hint, using a sticky cum covered hand to reach for his phone to snap pictures of you; he’d just clean it up later.

“Say cheese~” He laughs, taking a couple photos before tossing his phone onto the bed as you draw your tongue back into your mouth and swallow down the warm salty substance that managed to hit your tongue.

Seungcheol helps you up from the floor, pouting when he sees how red your knees have gotten. “Hmm, think I need to take care of my princess after this.” He helps take your blindfold off and you’re quick to blink the fogginess away as you try to focus on Seungcheol’s face before peering over to the laptop’s screen.

Your cheeks burn hot at the cum that still stains your cheeks when you see yourself but the comments that flood in calling you pretty make you giggle.

“Ooookay. I think daddy is gonna get all cleaned up and I’ll wrap up here?” You check in with Seungcheol, who shoots you a nod and a small thumbs up before slinking completely out of the camera’s view.

“Okay guys, now what were you all talking about while I was on my knees?”

You get out of the shower feeling refreshed; tossing on a loose shirt before skipping out of the bathroom.

Seungcheol is cozied up on the sofa, waiting on the food that the two of you had ordered right after you ended your show. “‘Cheollie~” He turns to you as you plop down next to him and he’s quick to wrap an arm around your shoulders as he tugs you into his side.

“Feeling better?”

“Mmhmm~ A ‘lil sleepy but I can go for that food and then sleep.”

The two of you share a laugh, eyes focused on the movie that plays on the TV. “Say…” You start, “Someone asked a good question in the comments after you stepped out.” You gulp; palms a little clammy.

You just had to know.

“Yeah? Was it about the shibari camshow again?”

“No, actually…” You take a deep breath, telling yourself it’d be okay regardless of what he said.

“Seungcheol, am I your girlfriend?”

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romiantic · 3 years

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𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒕𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒙 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓!𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌!𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ࿐ྂ

彡 ❛ 𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 ❜

彡 𝗳𝘁. ryota kise

彡 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: fluff with very little angst

彡 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2.3k

彡 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: suggestive theme at the end

彡 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: all characters are 18+. also can we talk about how BOMB this song is 🤧 y’all sleepin on this song fr

·˚ ༘ੈ✩‧₊˚ ╰┈➤ ❛❛ 𝙄 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙒𝘼𝙔 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝘿𝙊 𝙄𝙏 ❜❜

❝ 𝐘/𝐍 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐘𝐎 𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐔𝐏! You have two minutes till showtime.” Your manager, AKA, older brother, barged and announced to you like he didn’t update you almost five minutes ago.

You did your usual of sucking your teeth and rolling your teeth every time he barged in and interrupted your call, you replied with annoyance in your tone, “AJ I know! Can you wait a minute? Damn, so impatient for absolutely no reason.”

“I’m sorry who’s the one with hundreds of thousands of fans screaming their name and waiting for their ass outside? Me or you? Oh okay. Anyways, end yo little call with yo boyfr-”

“He’s not my boyfriend!” You interrupted, becoming irritated with your brother and simply wanted him to shut the fuck up. A great manager and brother, yet way too uptight for his job.

AJ rolled his eyes and muttered something but you flipped him off and pretended not to hear him until he left your dressing room. You gave your attention back to your phone, giving a cheeky smile to the blonde boy on your screen. From the corner of his eye, he noticed a nervous look growing on you but from what you could tell, he was choosing what shirt to wear to his photoshoot. Leaving him to be seen with a no top on and a pair of denim jeans.

Though it was typical to see your best friend’s exposed upper body, it was a sight you never got used to. His well-toned body, results from years of playing basketball in middle and high school, making your face hot, adding on to the nervousness you were already facing from your upcoming performance. Along with the pearly white smile he flashed at you creating a sick feeling in your stomach, something that you made you clench onto it and try to ignore. Now was not the time to be drooling over your best friend, who interrupted your stare with a laugh and said, “Are you gonna keep staring or are you gonna take a picture?”

Of course, he’d ruin it with some cocky line like that, you rolled your eyes and sucked your teeth. “Boy calm down, ain’t nobody wanna was staring.”

“Your nervous face said otherwise.”

“Akekeke, don’t you have a photoshoot to go to?”

Kise replied with the same energy as yours, “And don’t you have a performance to go to?”

You held up a finger to a screen then crossed your arms, “Aht aht, don’t worry about me now. Worry about yo lil pictures with that famous ass Russian model.” You wanted to roll your eyes just thinking about the brought-up woman but it would make it seem like you’re being jealous for no reason.

Kise let out a small laugh, adoring the irritated look that was starting to creep up on your face. “Somebody sounds jealous.”

You rolled your eyes and let out a scoff, “Oh please, like I would be.” You looked at the time on your watch and noticed it was about one minute until your performance. Your eyes widened at the time and hurried, you quickly ended the call with Kise, “Shit, fuck! I gotta go perform but I’ll call you back when I’m done.”

“And I’ll be waiting for you beautiful when you get back.” The golden-eyed boy winked at you yet you cringed and scrunched your face. “You’re so fucking corny Kise.” You hung up the call, grab any other pieces missing from your outfit, and headed out of your dressing room.

You traveled quickly around backstage, passing by many coworkers and background dancers waiting for you, to head into the small tunnel for artists to come out on stage. You stopped at the exit and gulped as you scanned the stage. An outside arena with hundreds of thousands of fans cheering your name, waiting for your appearance.

Usually, you would be at ease with concerts this large but for some reason this time is different. Unknowing the reason nor cause, you started to feel anxious, your hands mildly shaking and your throat going dry.

There was something in the back of your mind attempting to not make you perform, something telling you to not do it, it won’t be good, people will hate you. A voice there to influence thoughts, hoping that you would fall into the trap and just give up on singing. Though of course, you wouldn’t listen to that voice, that voice always lingered around whenever you were brought to perform, no matter where you were.

The only thing to distract you and keep you safe from that tiny voice is someone who you’ve longed to love. One who just settles your nerves, bringing comfort, and removing all anxious thoughts. One who would deem you as one of the greatest artists he’s ever listened to, maybe it’s opinionated but he loves you too much to disagree.

The now dawdling thought of his soft voice whenever he spoke or his flirtatious nature when you two joked around made a familiar feeling grow greater than before. Something replaced the anxiousness that was growing, a feeling that replaced the nervousness and calmed your shaky hands. Something that was the thought of Ryota Kise, he was like the medicine to all the pain you’ve suffered. A remedy to your anxiety, one of the many causes of the cheeky smile social media often sees you with.

Someone who you grew up and spent all your life with, always noticing how protective he was of you or the way he hummed one of your pre-recorded tracks that he was the only one to listen to. Celebrating one of your songs had hit #1 on the Billboard chart and the way he helped out whenever you hit writer’s block.

Every single thing, noticeable or not, made you grown to love the boy, starting from a platonic, playground friendship blooming to many years of trying to figure out if you are romantically in love with him. Growing familiar feelings of butterflies mixed with the thought of just wanting to cup his face and kiss him whenever he was around.

Just the ultimate feeling of wanting to be buried in the blonde boy’s arms and explain the blooming love for him made you want to sing the song you wrote for him. A new single that you never wanted to put out since you wanted only Kise to hear it, including that the song was your way of telling him what you felt all these years.

Though something changed your mind, something in your brain told you to tell everyone around you that you’re singing solo, no backup singers or dancers, only you on that stage. In this performance, you just had to do it yourself, nothing but you, the stage, and the microphone.

Everyone was confused by the last-minute change of plans but went along with it. They rescheduled it to where your first “official” song to start the concert with was right after your solo performance. You gave thanks to your team and took some deep breaths. You made sure your Bluetooth set was on and working properly in your ear, AJ handed you a mic and brushed off any wrinkling from your outfit and any smoothed out your hair. Uptight about his job yet made sure his little sister was looking the greatest for her performances.

You took deep breaths again, shook off any bad nerves, and walked on stage. The already excited crowd enraged and their volume expanded as they saw you stand before them. Everyone waving their signs that said, “I love you y/n!!” or “Y/N is so beautiful!” You waved to the audience and stopped at the middle of the stage, walking closer to the front of the stage as well.

You turned on the mic and tapped it to see if it was working, “Mic check one two, can you guys hear me?” The crowd immediately responded yes, you continued on to talk to them, “Okay good, have been getting technical difficulties with my mic and I really don’t feel like switching mics three times. Anyways, afternoon to all my lovely fans who made it out here or to those that are watching me live. I love you all and thank you for supporting me, I truly am grateful for every single one of y’all.” Everyone screamed out how much they love you and adore you, showing off their merch that they bought and waving the homemade posters.

You smiled at their response and cleared your throat as you introduced the song, “Thank you, I love you too. This first song is one that has been sitting too comfortably in my heart. A piece that came from genuine emotions and feelings I’ve tried to bury yet couldn’t no matter how hard I tried. It’s something that I never planned on dropping but I just felt like the world had to hear what I had to say. Hopefully, you guys enjoy it cause I did when I was writing this song at two in the morning before I snuck into the studio and recorded it. Was it worth it? Definitely. Now I may introduce to you, Not Another Love Song. A contradicting title isn’t it?”

You took a large breath in and out, you took a position as you waited for the beat to drop. As soon as you heard the familiar melody start, you sang, “I don’t wanna mess this up, could it be too much to say I’m in?”

The crowd lowered down and became silent to hear your new single, grasping the beautiful new lyrics you were singing and just vibing along with it.

You yourself were placing emotion as you sang, not noticing how proudly you sang the chorus or how you were smiling at the crowd the entire time. One thing was clouding your mind to even pay attention to those details, the same thing that more than likely pushed you to sing the song.

As you sang, the feelings for your best friend grew stronger, butterflies in your stomach, and the deprivation of his touch grew on you. Not even realizing how much you missed him until you turned initially to smile at AJ and your team yet saw a familiar face appear as well. You questioned it but then turned back to continue singing to the audience, only thinking that mind is playing games with you.

“I'm finna take my time, my mind, my rules. This ain't no crimе makin' love to you, though you ain't say this. But I had a hard time waitin' for you, boy. Like ooh, boy, you, boy. Got me where you want, just gotta say and it's on, it's like, ooh, boy, do you know you got me like where do you go when you're alone?”

As you sang, you noticed the crowd growing silent, their eyes widening, and their jaws dropping. You were utterly confused at was catching their attention, you turned to your team and your brother pointed behind, giving you a goofy smile as well.

You turned around to what was the cause of this silent commotion and right along with everyone else, your jaw drop and your eyes widened. The flirtatious, handsome model that everyone knew of was standing in front of you with a bouquet of roses in his hand. He walked up to you and smiled greatly, closing in the large gap between the both of you.

Seeing him walk closer to you made you want to say forget concert and sing the rest to him. Half of your feeling was already poured out, not even knowing he was listening to all of it. You didn’t think he would even be here since he had a photoshoot, not standing on an outside stage with a bouquet of roses and dressed in casual attire.

He handed you the roses and kissed your forehead, telling you, “Alone with you, away from the world, where else would I be when I’m alone?”

No response came from you, not even a single gasp or a sniffle to signify that you might cry. The way you responded to his presence was something that shocked the arena, everyone watching you on live, your team, and even the two of you yourself. Who would’ve thought you would be bold enough to grab his face and kiss him right then and there? You snaked your arm around his waist and pulled him closer to deepen the kiss. He responded back by wrapping his hands around your shoulders and hugging you tightly, holding onto you to make sure you wouldn’t separate from him.

You pulled back from the kiss and smiled, softly combed his blonde hair, and expressed, “I love you, Kise.” Saying his name like it was something you’ve been aching to say, a name that you’ve buried away yet brought out today. A name that sounded so lovely and romantic when you say it.

Kise expressed as well, “I love you too y/n. I’ve always loved you and I will never stop loving you.” He kissed you again, he removed his hand from your shoulders and trailed around to find your hands. He removed your hands from his waist and instead intertwined them with his.

He felt you smile when he held your hand and smiled back. He stated in between kisses, “You know I’m staying on this stage to hear you finish that song right?”

“It’s fine, I need someone to do my next performance on anyways.” He looked at you and you did nothing but wink and mischievously smiled at him. Kise had a small idea of what he could expect but suppressed it to enjoy the soft moment he wanted between the both of you. A moment that he’ll never forget and a concert that will always be remembered for everyone around you.

彡 it’s like 5 am and I’m tired 🦧 the only thing that kept me up was the fact that I don’t have school plus I loveeeeee kise

彡 also the show olivia

彡 I don’t think I ever mentioned to y’all how much I love his ass but now is definitely not the time 😁

彡 I’m convinced if it silent black hair blue eye powerful men weren’t my type, cocky and flirtatious ones would be runner up

彡 anyways hope you guys enjoy + pleaseee listen to the song, I highly recommend plus ella mai is VERY underrated

bye babes, drink your water, stay hydrated, and remember that you are the baddest bitch on the planet 🥰 no matter what ANYONE says

𝐏𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝟏𝟖:𝟑𝟎 💗

#knb x black reader #knb x black!reader #ryouta kise x black reader #ryouta kise x black!reader #knb fluff #kise fluff #ryouta kise fluff

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lovelytarou · 3 years

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late night rendezvous

— in which suna rintarou invites you to a late night drive

pairing: suna rintarou x reader

genre: fluff, a lil angst

tags: suna waking you up at midnight to drive, late night driving basically, just you two being goofballs at midnight

a/n: i based this from the suna drabble i wrote a while back and it keeps nagging on my brain to write it. was actually gonna post it for his birthday but it's already the 26th at 2am here ://

suna didn't expect his party to be wild this year. granted, he should have expected the twins planning one without his knowing. leave it up to them to cause mischief and be the biggest party people he has ever known.

it was crazy, to say the least. he had recognized a few people who were in the party – his teammates, classmates, schoolmates, even past relationships and acquaintances he most certainly isn't aware the twins invited. he even spotted a few volleyball opponents they fought before and wished him a happy birthday.

he was surrounded by all of this people but his mind is looking for another person.

the twins couldn't have forgotten about you, could they? you're just as close to them as he is.

“what’s up, sunarin?” atsumu patted him on the back rather harshly, making him stumble a few steps forward.

he swear to the gods, his strength can be abnormal sometimes.

“have you seen y/n by any chance?” he asked, neck craning to and fro like a giraffe, “you invited them, right?”

“about that...” atsumu winced at suna’s harsh glare.

“we sort of...forgot?”

suna gave him a deadpan look.

“really? of all people, you forgot about them?” atsumu could only whine in return as he profusely apologized to the birthday boy.

deciding to ditch the party, he got out of the crowded house brimming with music and alcohol and got inside his car. he fished his phone from his pocket and immediately messaged you.

what he didn't realize was that it was basically 2am in the morning, and it's a weekday. you're probably asleep by now, suna thought. but will that ever stop him? nope.

cursing under his breath, he pocketed his phone and drove away.

the series of knocks stirred you from your peaceful slumber. after doing a shit ton of tasks, you immediately headed straight to bed, completely forgetting about giving your gift to your boyfriend – who forgot to invite you for his party. you slept with a slight ache in your chest upon seeing the posts the twins have on their socials and can't help but feel a little jealous.

the knocks ranged from gentle to hurried bangs on your window. huffing through your nose in irritation, you rolled over to the other side and peeked an eye. you almost had a heart attack when you saw who was looking through the glass.

“for fuck's sake, rin, you scared the shit out of me! some of us need to sleep for 8-10 hours, you know,” you scolded him, keeping your voice down as to not wake the people in your house, a bewildered look in your face as you take him in.

he's dressed handsomely and you guessed the twins forced him to because he doesn't really like to put much effort into his clothes, but he looks great in them always.

“i missed you,” he blurted, eyes searching your sleep-laced ones as he reached for your hand.

“we didn't see each other all day, i figured we can catch up now?” he offered, biting on his lower lip. he knows you might say no considering how late it is but he was also hoping you would say yes.

he wanted to end his day with a memorable moment with you.

“at 2 in the morning, rintarou?” you gave him an exasperated look but the thump in your heart and the voice inside your head convincing you that you've got nothing to lose is louder than any logical reasoning right now.

“alright, i'll get ready in five minutes.” you pecked him on the cheek, pushing his chest slightly as suna mouthed a yes before climbing off your window.

honestly, you don't know how he does that.

you sneaked to your door after getting ready and made sure you locked it again before joining suna in his car.

once you sat down on the passenger's seat, suna did not hesitate to capture your lips with his. the kiss seemed to stretched on for hours, his lips tasting like the alcohol he consumed in the party and faint smell of smoke. you giggled against his lips before pulling away.

“go eat some mint, your breath stinks!” you teased, nose wrinkling in mock disgust.

suna rolled his eyes, “says the one who has morning breath,”

the insulted look in your face made him cackle loudly inside the car as he pulled out of the driveway, his hand supporting your seat behind your head.

you fumbled with your seatbelt for a moment and suna seemed to have noticed it as his hands replaced yours and slid it down gently with a click. his hair tickled your neck as his face was so close to you, you can smell his perfume and him.

“if you keep looking at me that, we won't be going anywhere, baby.” he smirked, catching your eyes staring at his exposed chest that's been revealed by his shirt.

gulping down your saliva, you just smacked his arm in retaliation, earning another laugh from your boyfriend.

“just shut up and drive, rintarou.”

and so he did. suna connected his phone to his car and turned up the music. your eyes widened in realization as you recognized the song, or specifically the playlist. it was something the two of you made one boring afternoon. you were just playing around and adding iconic songs and some underrated ones to a playlist named after the two of you. you didn't know he would keep it and play it now.

suna had a faint smile on his face once the first few notes of the song played. he hummed to the music, fingers drumming on the stirring wheel. you yourself is tapping yours on your lap, but later, suna interlaced his free hand with yours and squeezing it lightly.

you enjoyed this moment more than anything. maybe it's because you just woke up and it's literally in the early morning and suna dragged you out of bed and you're still a little drowsy, but this all feels like a dream. something you don't wanna wake up from. it might be the city lights cascading down the road, the empty streets you passed, or the fact that the world is most likely asleep at the moment and getting to share it with him of all people is truly something magical.

as you were crossing a bridge, you felt the urge to turn down the window on your side, letting the wind hit your face as you closed your eyes. you danced to the music, albeit stupidly, but you didn't care. you sang loudly to your heart's content but you might be singing the words wrong, yet in suna's eyes, as you scream into the night, with your hair being ruffled by the wind and the city lights flickering behind you – he can't help the laugh bubbling out of him, because god, how did he get so lucky to have you?

you urged him to dance with you to the song and he did so although you made fun of him and his robotic moves. you spent the whole ride just singing and goofing off in the night.

after a while, you guys stopped at a restaurant to get some food before going home. by the time suna drove to your house, it was almost 6am. he forgot he still had practice later, but when he's with you, you're the only thing that mattered to him.

in the end, suna ended up showing you how he was able to climb up your window and even tagged you along with it. you almost fell and broke a leg but good thing your troublemaker of a boyfriend was there.

“so, i guess this is goodnight?” suna sighed forlornly as he sat at your windowsill.

“more like good morning to me,” you chuckled, staring down at your linked hands that are both refusing to let go. “i had fun tonight, rin –oh wait! i almost forgot!”

he was left confused when you suddenly ran around your room looking for something until you emerged with a small neatly wrapped box in your hands.

“for me? y/n, you really didn't have to,” he scratched his neck as he stared at the gift.

“just open it, rin!”

you bounced in place as you watch his face closely while opening the gift.

“is this real? how did you–” he got the camera out of the box, you had gifted him a polaroid since you saw how he loves to ‘document’ things so much and you figured he might want to make a lot of memories, hopefully with you in them as well.

“y/n, i love it. i love you,” he then wrapped you in his arms, his chest feeling warm and fuzzy with overwhelming love for you.

“i love you too, and i'm glad you did or else all the money i've saved up for will be useless.” you teased, smiling fondly at him as he examined the polaroid camera.

“this is the best birthday ever,” he leaned for a kiss, tilting his head to deepen it. you soon have to pull yourselves away before it got any late.

“now go home, rin!” you practically shoved him out of your window, he went in for one last kiss before hopping off.

he walked towards his car but before he get inside he looked back to you.

“i'll take to you to lunch later!”

you rolled your eyes, knowing full well suna's going to be sleeping in til the afternoon.

#aaaaaa i'm late for his bday but here it issss #no proofread it's already 3am i'll fix it tmrw #haikyuu!!#suna rintarou x reader #suna rintarou fluff #suna x reader #haikyuu!! fluff #haikyuu!! fanfiction #tarou writes 🌹

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