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moonxknightx · 22 days

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╰┈➤ ❝ [PAIRING] ❞ Hugh Jackman x F!Reader

・❥・GENRE: Fluff

ੈ✩‧₊˚ WARNINGS: None!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥SUMMARY: After a grueling 12-hour shift as a nursing student, you come home completely exhausted. Your boyfriend, Hugh, immediately notices your fatigue and helps you unwind by taking good care of you.

Based on this request.

THE SHIFT WAS ENDLESS. Twelve hours on your feet, running from patient to patient, double-checking charts, handling unexpected complications, and managing a dozen different emotions. The weight of your responsibilities clung to you, dragging your energy down to nothing. By the time your shift was finally over, you felt hollow, completely drained, like you had nothing left to give.

When you unlocked the door to your apartment, the soft creak of the hinges felt louder than usual. Your eyes were half-lidded as you stepped inside, setting your bag down with a thud, and kicking off your shoes with more force than intended. The scent of home greeted you—clean linen, a hint of lavender from the candles Hugh liked to light, and the faint trace of coffee from earlier in the day.

Hugh, your boyfriend, was sitting on the couch, his tall, broad frame sprawled out casually with a book in his hands. At the sound of the door, he looked up, his dark brown eyes immediately softening when he saw you.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said, setting the book aside and rising to his feet. “Rough day?”

You managed a tired smile, feeling the tension in your shoulders start to unravel just a little at the sight of him. "You have no idea."

Hugh crossed the room in a few long strides and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. The familiar warmth of his body, his steady heartbeat against your cheek, made you feel safe in a way that nothing else could. You exhaled deeply, like you'd been holding your breath all day and only now were able to release it.

"You look exhausted," he murmured, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. His thumb traced lightly over your cheek. "Why don’t we get you out of these clothes, hmm? How about a bath?"

“That sounds perfect,” you admitted, leaning into his touch. Every muscle in your body screamed for relief.

Hugh smiled, that gentle, reassuring smile that always made everything feel a little more manageable. He helped you shrug off your jacket, and you watched with grateful eyes as he carefully hung it on the coat rack. He guided you to the bedroom, his hands warm and steady as he helped you out of your scrubs. The exhaustion was so deep that even undressing felt like a monumental task, but with Hugh’s help, it felt easy, natural.

Once you were down to your underwear, he led you into the bathroom. The sound of running water filled the space as he adjusted the temperature, testing it with his fingers until it was just right—warm enough to relax you, but not too hot to overwhelm. He undressed quickly, leaving his clothes in a neat pile on the counter, and you couldn’t help but admire how effortlessly attractive he was, even in these mundane moments.

You stepped into the bath first, sighing as the water enveloped you. Hugh climbed in behind you, and you leaned back against his chest, the weight of your body sinking into his. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close, and the tension began to ebb away with the heat of the water and the solid comfort of his embrace.

“Talk to me,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing near your ear. “Tell me what happened.”

You let out a soft sigh, closing your eyes for a moment before speaking. “It was just... one of those days. One of my patients kept pulling out her IV, and I had to redo it like three times. Then we had a guy come in who needed an emergency surgery, and the paperwork was a nightmare. I felt like I was running around in circles.”

Hugh’s hands moved gently, one resting on your arm, the other tracing slow, comforting circles on your side. “Sounds like chaos.”

“It was. And there was this sweet old lady who was so nervous about her test results, and I just... I tried to stay positive for her, but by the end of the day, I was so drained. I feel like I didn’t do enough for her.”

“You always do more than enough,” Hugh reassured you, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “You give so much of yourself to your patients, more than most people would. It’s okay to feel tired. It’s okay to need a break.”

You nodded, the words sinking in, even though a small part of you still felt guilty for not being able to give more. “Thanks,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of the water.

For a while, you just stayed there, wrapped up in Hugh’s arms, the warmth of the bath and his presence slowly melting away the exhaustion. His hand moved to your hair, gently running his fingers through the damp strands, and you felt your mind finally start to quiet.

After a long while, Hugh spoke again, his voice soft and playful. “Alright, I think you’re turning into a prune. Let’s get you out of here.”

You chuckled, realizing your skin had started to wrinkle. With a little effort, you stood up, and Hugh followed, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around you before drying himself off. Once you were dry, he led you back to the bedroom, handing you one of his oversized shirts and a pair of sweatpants. You slipped into the clothes, comforted by the familiar scent of him on the fabric.

“There,” he said with a satisfied nod as you pulled the shirt over your head. “Now you look ready for dinner.”

You smiled, feeling a little lighter now. “What’s on the menu, chef?”

Hugh grinned and took your hand, pulling you gently towards the kitchen. “You’ll see.”

Once in the kitchen, Hugh lifted you onto the counter, settling you in a comfortable spot where you could watch him work. He moved around the kitchen with an easy grace, chopping vegetables, stirring sauces, his attention split between the food and you. Every now and then, he’d glance over at you, giving you a soft smile that sent warmth flooding through you.

“You make it look so easy,” you said, watching as he sautéed some onions, the scent filling the kitchen.

“Well, I don’t have to save lives all day, so I’ve got the easy job,” he teased, tossing a pinch of salt into the pan.

“Stop,” you laughed, rolling your eyes. “Cooking is a different kind of art.”

“And one I’m happy to master for you,” he said, shooting you a wink.

You watched him in comfortable silence, enjoying the simple, domestic scene. The exhaustion of the day was still there, lingering in the background, but here, in the warmth of your shared home, with Hugh cooking just for you, it didn’t seem as overwhelming.

When dinner was ready, Hugh carried the plates to the couch, setting them on the coffee table before returning to lift you off the counter with ease. You laughed as he did it, feeling weightless in his arms.

“You don’t have to carry me everywhere, you know,” you teased.

“I like carrying you,” he replied simply, setting you down gently on the couch before sitting beside you. “Now, let’s eat.”

The two of you ate together, curled up on the couch with your favorite show playing in the background. The food was delicious, as always, and you found yourself relaxing more with each bite, the weight of the day gradually fading.

After the episode ended, Hugh stood up and gathered the plates, heading to the kitchen to do the dishes.

“You don’t have to—” you started to say, but he cut you off with a look.

“Let me,” he insisted, giving you a soft smile. “You’ve done enough for one day.”

You didn’t argue, instead curling up on the couch and watching as he moved efficiently around the kitchen, his back to you as he washed the dishes. The sound of running water was soothing, and you felt your eyes growing heavier.

A few minutes later, Hugh returned, wiping his hands on a towel. He looked down at you, noticing how close you were to falling asleep, and shook his head with a fond smile.

“Come on, sleepyhead,” he murmured, leaning down to scoop you up into his arms once again. “Time for bed.”

You didn’t protest, letting your head rest against his chest as he carried you to the bedroom. He laid you down gently on the bed, sliding in beside you and pulling the covers over both of you. His arms wrapped around you, drawing you close, and you sighed in contentment, the last of your exhaustion melting away in the warmth of his embrace.

“Thank you,” you whispered, your voice barely audible in the quiet of the room.

Hugh pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “Always.”

And with that, you closed your eyes, feeling safe, loved, and utterly at peace as sleep finally claimed you.

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pricegouge · 2 months

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horny knee-tattoo offerring...

ive had insomnia all this week and its super frustrating, bc you're tired but cant turn your brain off enough to sleep and its hard to physically tire yourself out at 4am yknow? maybe reader's 141 boy (any or all of em, its ur world babe) wakes up in the middle of the night and sees how frustrated and miserable their partner is, tossing and turning, doomscrolling, counting down the dwindling hours till their work alarm is due to go off, and they take it upon themself to fuck their partner to sleep. not just one round, no, orgasm after orgasm, squirting over the sheets, crying from tired frustration and then relief, till they fall asleep stuffed full around a cock. their boy(s) carefully get them all cleaned up and tucked back in the sheets dead asleep <3

i hope ur tattoo goes well! whatcha gettin 👀

Hii 💛

I went with Price cause I'm a simp

(also I'm getting Mothra)

cw: reader has a pussy which is referred to with fem terms, but no gendered pronouns for them. daddy kink (sorry). squirting. implied (non negotiated) somno. John's POV.

He's not expecting the glow of artificial light permeating the room when he opens his eyes in the dead of night, though by now he supposes he really should be.

You've been struggling to sleep for weeks now, the unhelpful sleep aids and your own frustration creating a bad feedback loop which left you tossing and turning into the early hours of morning when you would usually slink off downstairs to try your luck on the couch, leaving your side of the bed cold and empty.

It simply wouldn't do.

"Trouble sleeping, sweetheart?" His voice is rough with his own grogginess, sawing through the still of the night with enough force make you jolt, nerves shot with exhaustion.

"Yeah. Am I keeping you awake?"

He grabs after you when you begin to shift out of bed without even waiting for an answer. "Not at all. You stay right here." He pulls you closer to him, illustrating exactly what he means by tucking you in against his chest, his hand heavy where it cradles your skull. You sigh as if in contentment, but your body remains stiff and tense against him. "Anything I can do to help?"

"No," you grumble, just as much upset about it as he is. "Thanks though."

"Thoughts racing or just not tired?"

You shrug, shoulder jostling the arm he has slung over you. Your voice is watery when you respond. "Little bit of both I guess."

"Hey," John starts, immediately alert, pulling you impossibly closer. "What's wrong?"

You bury a sniffle in his chest, tension shifting rapidly to obvious frustration. "Nothing," you whine, obviously lying. "I'm just so fucking tired but it's like I'm not tired at all, you know? Like my brain's just decided we don't need it anymore even though body feels like a Furby with the battery running out, right? But there's nothing I can do; no matter what I try I'm still stuck laying here - wide the fuck awake and -!"

"Okay," John starts, easing you back onto the bed before you start rambling about more obscure nineties toys he's barely ever heard of. "Okay, let's just -." He pauses, at a loss, but then he looks down at you in the dim light of your forgotten phone and he sees your puffy face, the tear streaks, your hair a mess, tangled in sheets from all your tossing and your turning and he knows immediately how best to help you.

"I know something we can try, sweetheart."

"You do?" As if in contrast to your confused tone, your hands grip his forearms instinctively, eyes wide and hopeful as he lowered himself down over you, weight near crushing. He doesn't bother responding beyond a pleased rumble when your hands slip up over his biceps, kissing your fingertips when they curl over his shoulders. You're still so tense beneath him, but he's sleep-soft and heavy enough to smother you, thinks he can overwhelm you easy enough. Just has to ply you the right way.

The kisses your eyelids first, lips tracing the etch marks of your tears. He kisses the corner of your mouth, pulling back teasingly when he feels your lips part under his.

"John," you whine, and he can't help the huff of laughter which collects between you, humid and dense on your skin.

"Need me?"

"Yes."

He loves how eager you can get, the way you pull him down until he lays flat on top of you, the way you accept his tongue with a pleased groan. Your legs fall open beneath him and he grinds against you lazily, a tight contrast to your neediness, though he indulges you with the deep kisses he knows you crave.

When his lips trail down your neck, you thread your finger through his short cropped hair, your nails scratching against the tightness of his scalp and it eases that last little bit of lingering tension in him, makes him sink that last little bit into you. He's heavy, languid, forcing you to still yourself and meet his pace, rewarding you with a particularly dirty grind when you do.

He trails kisses down your chest, stopping to teethe lightly on your nipple as he slips down the bed. You jolt, undoing all his work, but he just chuckles, content to unwind you again and again if needed.

You're slick enough for a finger when he gets your bottoms off, but he makes you wait for that too, licks over your lips with fat, teasing stripes that have your legs falling open around him, blooming like a flower in invitation. He still doesn't give in, ignoring your clit in favor of pressing his teeth oh so gently into your fat mound and rubbing his beard into your soft inner thigh. It'll leave a rash, he knows, get you all huffy about it in the morning.

He'll kiss it better then, too.

"John, please," you whine and he smirks, pressed close enough to the crease of your thigh you can probably feel his incisors against your hip flexor.

"What was that?"

A pause. He can practically hear your breath catch in your throat.

"Need daddy to help?"

"Please," you sob, frustration bubbling up again.

"Shh," he breathes, lets his breath fan across your exposed clit when he thumbs the hood back. He should make you ask properly, but he hasn't forgotten this is about you. "I got you, sweetheart."

For all his patience before, John dives into your cunt like his last bloody meal. He's sloppy, spit and slick collecting on his chin as he licks into you, breath hot and humid, leaving him in heavy pants that have him groaning with your taste. You fingers find his hair again, pull him and he obliges happily, showing your cute little clit the love it needs as he finally sinks two fingers into you, moaning at the way you clench around him. He's efficient, a man with a purpose, and he makes you cum within minutes, your breathy whines sounding suspiciously like a low chant of 'daddy.'

You moan when he kisses you after, no finesse. Just a hot slide of slick tongues where he shares your taste with you, keeping you distracted as he lines himself up.

It's never an easy task. John's a big man, his cock nothing but proportional. It never matters how many times he has you, or how pliant he get you beneath him, the first press into you is always slow, measured in your breaths which he uses to his advantage.

His words are soothing in your ear, lips pressed flush against your temple as he tells you how good you are for him, how much he loves the feel of you stretched tight around him. You hand clutches at him blindly, distracting. He threads his fingers with your own and pins it by your head.

When his hips fall flush with yours he gives you a minute, stroking your hair and kissing away the tears that have sprung up again. "Poor pet," he murmurs, petting your cheek. "Daddy'll make it better. Promise."

You nod, perhaps a bit stupidly, and John kisses you as he begins to move again.

You're easy beneath him. Pliant, like he was looking for all along. He wrings the first orgasm out of you easily enough and knows he could probably call it a night, knows you'd sleep well enough by the satisfied look on your face.

He doesn't want 'well enough.' He wants to put you under on his cock alone, drill it into your head that he can give you anything you fucking need.

"What do you say to daddy when he fucks you that good, sweetheart?" His voice surprises him, borderline cruel.

"Th-thank you, daddy."

He hums, rolls his hips into you experimentally. "Want one more?"

He doesn't wait for an answer.

With your legs hooked over his shoulders, John shifts his weight to fuck down into you, his sheer mass keeping you spread and pinned like a butterfly beneath him. Your breath stutters, fingers across his chest, shoulders, biceps. Anywhere you can dig in, find purchase - mark him back.

He knows he's got you dead to rights when your moan turns deep, unaffected. "Fuck, daddy," you groan and John bites back a dark chuckle.

"That it, sweetheart? Right there?"

You nod tightly, cords in your neck nearly visibly with how tight you've already been drawn.

"You gonna cum for me again?"

"Yeah, daddy, please -!"

"Dirty slut, cumming already," he tuts, but he pistons into you exactly the way he knows you need, his own groan caught like gravel in his throat when your cunt starts milking him and you mewl like you're in heat.

He's not nice about it; doesn't even let you wind down completely before his thumb finds your clit, drawing a tight circle across your sensitive little nub while he rocks the head of his cock against that spongey spot deep within you that damn near makes you hiccup in pleasure each time. It's no different now, your breath stuttering out in while you tense and shake beneath him. John waits until you're arched beneath him, clenched so tight around the base of his cock he couldn't cum even if he wanted to -

And then he presses his palm down flat and hard on your mound and you cum so hard it soaks his belly, dripping down to the sheets and collecting in the creases of both your joints.

"Fuckin' hell," he growls, planting one fist on the bed by your hip to support himself as he watches you drift back to earth.

You're fucked out and dazed, already drifting off when John rolls you onto your belly to straddle your hips. "Feeling better, sweetheart?" he rumbles, lowering himself to settle snugly over your back, keep you enveloped in his safe, sturdy weight.

"Yes, daddy," you mumble into the pillow and John presses a whiskery, satisfied smile against your temple. He slips back into you with so little resistance you barely even seem to notice.

"Just needed me, didn't you honey? Get some sleep now, yeah? I'll give you some sweet dreams."

#asks #this was SO self-indulgent whoops #price x reader

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fruitmins · 1 year

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Agust Dad—Seven

➭ summary: Your a producer from another company that he happened to be collaborating with on his 2nd album D-2. At the release party— one drunk action leads to another, you do the worst thing you can do in the industry

➭genre: short series, pregnancy au, idol au, angst, dad au

➭warnings: slight angst + slight fluff??, mention of nausea, rushed to edit this so might have mistakes

note: it’s 1AM but I don’t careee. my masterlist is coming soon. so many people have birthday’s in October, shoutout to all the October ARMY’s 🫶🏽 thank you EVERYONE for being patient with me

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Pain.

Your head is pounding and thumping in your ears.

As you slowly come to, you feel nauseous and dizzy. And it only worsens when you slowly try to lift your heavy eyelids. You slowly open your eyes, your vision cloudy and your mind foggy. You try to look around the bright room, which immediately makes your headache worse as the light makes it more difficult to see.

You blink away the sleepiness from your eyes, and as your vision starts to come into focus, you realize you're lying down.

You slowly come to the realization that you're in a hospital bed, hooked up to tubes and IVs. A faint buzzing noise fills your ears.

You try to move, but your body is completely paralysed. A cold breeze cuts through you, making your teeth chatter and your bones ache.

You’re confused and scared and worst of all, your memory starts to come back.

As the memories of the last few days come flooding back into your mind, you remember the overwhelming anxiety you felt. You feel the nausea increase as you remember the events before you passed out. The fans picking your body apart, speculating about your pregnancy, calling you various cruel names.

You suddenly feel cold, so cold that your teeth practically click. You shiver, your body struggling to retain some sort of warmth. A sense of dread washes over you as you think about what might have happened while you were unconscious.

Underneath all of the icy breeze, your feel some of your skin warmer than the other part of your body.

You look down in the hospital bed you’re lying in. You don’t have a blanket, so when you find the source of the warmth your eyes widen.

Yoongi is there.

Right next to you, fast asleep on your legs, his hand rests on your stomach. You don’t know how long you’ve been in the hospital, or how long he has been with you, but he looks exhausted.

i’m here now

Despite how peaceful he looks while sleeping, there are clear eye bags under his eyes. And you swear you see some dry tears on his clear skin.

Your heart leaps at the sight of Yoongi, the sight of him in tears and looking exhausted breaking your heart.

You want to call out to him, but you're unable to speak. Your throat itchy and closed up.

The machines attached to your body beep and emit various sounds as the data they measure gets recorded and updated.

Yoongi shifts slightly, his eyes opening to reveal tired and puffy eyes, the marks of a man who hasn't slept in days. He sits up slightly, his eyes widening when he looks up at you and he realizes you're awake.

My throat closes even more at the sight of him slowly waking up. It’s a dangerously beautiful sight.

His beautiful eyes fluttering as they slowly open and look at you. The slow realization that you were wake. You don’t like how your heart flutters at the thought of him worrying about you. But it does.

“Y/N..?” His voice is soft and quiet sounding relieved but heavily concerned.

“What happened?” You manage to choke out in a shaky hoarse voice, staring back at him with your own widened eyes.

Yoongi's eyes flicker with worry as he sees the state you're in. Your voice is hoarse and your throat is sore, making you sound like you've been screaming for hours.

"Y/N..." Yoongi says softly again, getting to his feet and moving next to you slightly frantic.

"I should have expected this," he mumbles, his shoulders sinking. "You were already at your limit, trying to keep our relationship a secret. I should have warned Jin or something.." he can’t even look you in the face as he talks.

“I-It wasn’t your fault..” your voice is scratchy and shriveled so you’re not surprised when he still doesn’t relax in the slightest. But he couldn’t have known this would happen.

Even though he is stood up at the side of your bed, his hand stays gently planted on your stomach.

You remember the intense pain you felt before passing out. The sharp stab you felt that left you breathless.

“I-Is the baby okay?” You ask cautiously, almost scared to hear the answer and slightly panicked. You’d never forgive yourself if anything happened.

Yoongi hesitates, looking at you before nodding carefully. "The baby seems to be okay, thankfully."

Relief washes over you, and Yoongi takes a minute to let you digest the words and let you breathe before speaking again. "The doctors wanted to run a few tests, to make sure the baby is healthy. And we did, and thankfully, the baby is safe. But you’re gonna be here for a couple days to make sure.”

Yoongi looks at you, his gaze is full of relief but behind it all, you can see the beginnings of sadness and guilt. "It's not easy, Y/N, to watch you struggle like this." He pauses to collect himself, and your heart races at his words.

After all of the early mornings you spent together, after all of the things he has done for you so far. You can’t help but feel fuzzy inside. You can’t help but feel wanted and safe around him, despite how you felt earlier into your pregnancy.

You open your mouth to speak again, but he stops you quickly. “Wait—“ he says before walking to a nearby counter and grabbing a water bottle. It’s open, but it’s still almost completely full. He had been so stressed he wasn’t drinking water..?

He gets up and hands it to you, before sitting back down in the chair that he was by your legs. You quickly gulp down the water, clenching your thirst and your dry throat.

“Thank you..” you mumble with a cough as he gently takes the empty bottle out of your hands and helps you sit up. “How long have I been out for?”

Yoongi's eyes flicker as he tries to remember. "It's been a few days since we admitted you," he says carefully, trying to keep his voice gentle. "But they said you were dehydrated and exhausted, so they wanted to run some tests and keep you on observation."

“And I’ll be here for you every step of the wa—“ his voice is cut off by his phone ringing loudly. His head snaps to his pocket, an angry expression flashing on his face as he pulls it out of his pocket.

He takes a look at the caller ID and his angry quickly flashes to sadness. “It’s Jin..” he says, looking back up at you and you feel your heart get heavy.

Undoubtedly he was feeling guilty about the whole thing. He was nice to you even before the entire thing and has helped you in many ways.

He declines the call, but you can see his fingers swiftly typing away before putting it back in his pocket.

The sight of his phone brings you back to a harsh reality of what was going on while you’ve been unconscious. Or what you don’t know is going on while you’ve been unconscious.

“Have you seen..the media?” You ask in a low cautious tone. Yoongi sighs heavily in return, his head falling a bit. "Yeah," he says quietly. "The media is in a frenzy."

He shakes his head, his voice low and filled with sadness. "Twitter is going crazy. We're still a trending topic." he says softly, his tone is serious, and it sinks into your head how bad the situation might be.

"It's... not good," he says softly. "People are calling you names for keeping the baby, and they're not being very nice to me either. They're speculating how I feel about it, suggesting that I don’t care about you since I wasn’t standing next to you.“ His voice is filled with disappointment, and slight rage for accusing him of not caring for you.

You can’t help but feel guilty about the whole situation. You can’t imagine how much trouble he must be in with the company, how he must feel about his own fans turning on him.

You let out a shaky breath as you look down at your lap. Hormones kick in, and tears start to build in your eyes. You feel so overwhelmed by everything, even slightly guilty that this all took away from Jin’s big moment.

Despite being at such a low point in your life, Yoongi being here made it better.

"Hey..." Yoongi says softly, noticing you cry. “Don't worry yourself with what these people say. You're doing nothing wrong. We’re gonna focus on you and nothing else.”

He smiles at you, trying to help make you feel better. "I'll get you some food and a blanket."

He stands up and heads to leave the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts once more.

Yoongi walks back into the room minutes later, carrying a blanket over his shoulder and a small tray in his other hand. He hands you the blanket and sets the tray down next to you.

On the tray is a small container of soup, a cup of tea, and a few small pieces of bread. It's nothing special, but with the stress you've been going through, it might be what you need.

Yoongi sits down on the bed next to you and looks at you with concern. "Do you need anything else?" he asks softly.

“No, but thank you.” You say softly as you start to sip on the soup, looking down as you ate to avoid more butterflies in your stomach.

Yoongi watches you eat, his eyes flickering with concern as he studies the way you move. You look so frail and exhausted, and he hates seeing you like this.

"It's no problem," he says, his tone light and calming.

He looks at you with a small smile, his face expressing the feeling of satisfaction that he's able to take care of you.

A couple of minutes of silence, and he doesn’t even glance down at his phone once, despite the constant buzzing.

There’s a soft knock on the door as you’re slowly eating and a nurse pops her head through the door.

Yoongi's eyes widen as he sees the female nurse walk into the room, followed by the unmistakable form of Jin behind her.

"Jin..." Yoongi says slowly in a greeting, looking over at him. He looks almost as bad as Yoongi, if not worse. You notice how exhausted Jin looks. His eyes are dull and lifeless, and there seems to be something weighing on him. You hated that you were right about him feeling guilty.

"Are you okay?" Jin asks gently, stepping forward into the room and closing the door.

“I’m okay, thank you.” You respond with a slight smile, trying to clear up his gloomy state but it doesn’t help much. He’s bright smile is replaced by a small weak one.

“The rest of the members wanted to come, but I told them you would probably be overwhelmed..” Jin says softly.

He looks at Jin and smiles again. "Thank you for coming all the way here just to check up on her."

Jin nods, his tone more somber as the stress of the situation settles on his shoulders. "I'm just glad you're up and alright. How are you feeling?"

“Better..” you mumble as the doctor clears her throat. “We’re gonna do an ultrasound now that you’re awake. And since you’re about 21 weeks along you have the option to know what the gender is if you want.” She says happily with a smile.

Yoongi listens to the doctor in silence, his eyes flickering towards you and the doctor. When she's done speaking, he gently touches his fingers to yours, squeezing them.

He leans close, his voice almost a whisper. "Whatever you decide, I'll support your decision," he says, his voice barely audible and filled with a bit of anxiety.

You glance away from him, hoping you’re not blushing by how close he is and your eyes find Jin’s. You take a pause to think about it before answering. “I think it should be a surprise for us.. So Jin can through an awesome gender reveal party.” You say with a warm smile.

Yoongi smiles slightly, and the tension is lifted a bit. "I think that's a good idea," he says softly.

Jin looks between the both of you with a small smile, taken aback by the request at first but you can see his eyes brighten a bit. "I'll do my best to plan the most extravagant party you've ever seen," he says, his voice filled with excitement.

Yoongi looks at the doctor, seeing if she has anything else to say before he nods towards her. "Can we begin?"

"Of course," she says, gesturing for you to move to the ultrasound machine.

Yoongi gently helps you move towards it, positioning you on the bed so the ultrasound machine can get a better image of you and the baby.

But of course, now you and Yoongi can’t see the baby to reveal it’s gender so the two of you close your eyes as she examines the baby. It feels like only a few seconds passed before she leaves the room with Jin, assuring you two that the baby was okay but telling you to take it slow for a week or two.

Yoongi moves out of the way and opens his eyes once the nurse and Jin leave, looking towards you. "How are you feeling?" he asks softly, making sure you're okay.

You notice the relief on his face as you open your eyes, and you smile slightly, happy that you're both okay and the baby's healthy.

“Better.” You say again, this time more warmly and lightly. The slight change in your tone brings a warm smile to Yoongi's face.

"Good," he says softly, taking your hand. "The baby's doing alright, thankfully. You need rest, though," he tells you, his voice calm and gentle. "We'll talk more once you've gotten some sleep."

“Okay..” You say with a small nod, knowing that you still felt weak and cold. Now that you knew the baby was well, you were gonna trend very carefully.

Yoongi looks like he wants to say something more, debating with himself before letting out a sigh. “This is gonna sound stupid, but I heard somewhere that by this stage, babies can hear.”

You glance up at him curiously as he said this. It makes you intrigued that he was even reading about it. “And I thought it would be cool, if the baby heard the song we worked on together.”

Your eyes widen at his words. You’re undoubtedly flushed now, but Yoongi can’t tell because he is to busy avoiding your eyes.

“It’s stupid.” He groans to himself once he hears your silence but you quickly snap out of your thoughts and quickly shake your head.

“No, no. It’s sweet. It might actually help me fall asleep.” You reply softly and Yoongi glances over at you, raising an eyebrow at you suspiciously.

You let out a small chuckle at his stunned reaction. “I’m serious.” You mumble and he takes a small moment to study you before silently pulling out his phone and pulling up the song.

You lean back against the hospital bed, yawning softly as you do and seconds later you hear the song start playing. He sits down and scoots the chair closer to you, closer to your stomach.

Memories flood your head about your time working on the song with him as you close your eyes. How easy it was working with Yoongi, listening to the whole album, and of the party as a result. Memories you blocked out a long time ago.

But memories you know longer wanted to hide from. Memories you now cherished.

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genderqueerdykes · 3 months

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being schizophrenic is exhausting. lately the #1 hallucination i've been dealing with is feeling like bugs are on/under my skin, and the runner up would be seeing bugs that aren't there. it's so tiring. i do hear voices and loud bangs and noises that aren't there, but honestly i can't stand how often i feel like there are bugs on my skin. it's driving me insane and i'm medicated for my psychosis right now. i guess i can go up in my dose but i've been on this medication for years and we have established somewhat of an equilibrium because after a while it makes me gain weight-

my meds provider told me that i will have to deal with a level of psychosis as well as other symptoms like depression for the rest of my life even if i'm medicated and it did make me feel a bit more at ease because i was wondering if i was somehow taking my medications wrong or sleeping wrong or something else but no my brain will just continue to do this. it's been happening for years and certain things ive gotten used to but certain things are just tiring. catatonia is awful. feeling unmotivated is tiring

constant paranoia is more exhausting than just about anything else i deal with. im so paranoid about everyone and everything and i try my best to navigate it accordingly because it's a very overwhelming feeling that's hard to look past most times. sometimes i don't speak out loud in my own home for fear of being recorded. i hate it. often times i'm dead silent all day for fear of what may lie in the walls of my apartment

im rambling a bit here but im just a bit tired of swatting imaginary bugs off my skin for hours and sitting here pretending it doesn't happen. if you can relate to this, you have my deepest sympathies

#our writing #about us #mental health #schizophrenia #schizophrenic #actually schizophrenic #bugs #insects

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yuriyuruandyuraart · 2 months

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Hi? Gosh how do I even start with this :'D

I know it's been ages since I've last popped up on here. I've been debating when to post this for a while, but I kept adding to my draft more and more and now it's the end of JULY omgg I felt so guilty disappearing with zero updates but then thought my birthday would be the best day to finally address this considering it'll feel less random? idk but Ive always celebrated my bday with you guys and I'd feel so bad answering your kind asks without me at least explaining why I was gone for months.

Truth be told, I was dealing with a lot of stuff irl. health issues and sudden declining grades that left me stumped and drained for months now- along with technical issues like having to replace some parts of my computer that took a while for me to find to even draw digitally, which I didn't have the time for anyway with how tired and weary I felt every day.

I'm frankly shaken up by a lot of shit rn and I don't know how to be active online with this burden on my chest- Especially as it's been a while since I've even looked at utmv related content and my motivation dwindled. I swear I'd hype myself up to post or reblog something- but I'd see just how much I've missed or the overwhelming amount of posts I'd need to go through and I'd feel so swamped with exhaustion and most importantly guilt, for not clearing the air up sooner to reassure you guys that I'm, y'know, alive, and not dead in a ditch somewhere. And I'd procrastinate cause typing it all out is hard and I'd give up halfway every time and it's just not fair to you all!

I thought I was handling it well when I started going out and socializing more, instead of staying cooped up at home on my computer all day. and in the first draft of this post I made months ago I was gonna detail some of the fun plans I had, for my life and for this blog :D but relaxing my strict study schedule and letting go a bit of my tight routine, thinking it was better than wringing myself dry to keep it up, backfired horribly, to say the least.

I know right?? so silly to be hung up on stupid shit like studies of all things! but this is a very important thing for me considering my career plans and the competitivity encouraged by everyone I'm surrounded by, the pressure of keeping up adding to my already stressful days. I had to fix myself up first and I couldn't handle the strain nor interact with people and thinking of jobs and exams sapped my energy so much it's frankly embarrassing. writing this feels so cheesy too and it frustrates me to know I could've come back a month earlier if it weren't for that, but I also know putting all of this into words then would just sound like incoherent venting (not that this is very different tbf) and I wasn't in the right headspace to address my absence, or anything really- I didn't want everyone to see me return when I couldn't muster up a genuinely positive message, let alone talk to anyone with a shadow of my usual cheer

I feel like a complete mess and It drives me up the wall how depressed I've gotten. I debated deleting this blog so many times 'cause the fear of disappointing my audience and my friends, for lack of a more fitting sentiment, made me feel even shittier. I'm constantly thinking if this wall of text is worth posting, or if it's better not to burden you all with all my sappy troubles as if it's the end of the world. Trust me, I'll be fine. I'm not trying to dramatize this situation, but I don't think I'm up to pretending I'm all sunshine and enthusiasm you're all accustomed to.

So sorry for worrying you all! I'll try to catch up, deliver some missed birthday gifts, and answer some asks while I'm at it! Again, I can't state how much I appreciate your support throughout the years. It's frankly a miracle I kept any of you around with how much I keep popping and leaving at random with no warning. I definitely can't promise for my stay to be without a hitch, and if you don't mind an inconsistent schedule you're free to stay of course, but I'm afraid I can't sustain the pace I had when I first started this blog. I'll keep posting art, but lower my activity in the fandom sphere to reduce the strain on my mental health. so fewer rants and walls of text, more art, and less stress overall. Love you all and thanks for waiting for this long <3

#I'm not leaving the fandom btw! Just realized it kinda sounds like I will but I won't!#Still got my fem versions and some animations to spice things up in case I feel less inclined to draw my resident skeles lol #To the people that reached out before this thank you SO much!!!#I know this is not gonna reach many people considering my leave but i deeply appreciate it<3 #I wouldn't be surprised if people forgot why they even followed me in the first place with how long I've left this time Hhhh #There's some plans about commissions as well cause no matter how many times I fix this poor pc it keeps failing me lmao #And I wanna try my hand at it to feel less pressured and dependent on my academics :')#It's a scary thought and an even scarier process and idk if you guys will be interested? but that's for another post ig >:)c #muah muah ily all thanks for EVERYTHING cause I'd restart this blog all anew if I didn't have so many people that I'd miss around here >:'D #blah blah Yuri is back on her bs so get ready for some banger art!!#To any mutual reading this pleaaaase bear with me if I don't reblog your art immediately #cause I've been tagged on a few and I wanna give them five tags each at minimum and I don't know where to start HHH #If there's something specific you want me to see you're welcome to tag me In it but don't be discouraged I haven't gotten to it yet!#This is So long I'm genuinely sorry aughghg 😭

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xoioel · 1 year

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Momo is overwhelmed because of her upcoming comeback w/ twice, so reader decides to help her relieve some stress by giving her a BJ (g!p momo of course) thank you!

➤ RELAX

parings: Momo x Reader

genre: SMUT

warnings: SMUT, soft dom momo, power bottom reader, blowjobs, crying, choking, spit kink, cowgirl, creampie

note: love this request!! ;) and i added a lil bit of reader riding momo just because momo deserves it 😘😻 ive never wrote soft dom before bc i love getting treated like a slut

Hearing someone slam the door, you makes your way down the stairs to see your girlfriend has come home. Boo and Dolby ran to the door to see their owner has come back home. She looked very exhausted and tired after she just finished promoting set me free and now she gas to promote hare hare and prepare for the world tour, So she was ready to just sleep

But you forgot that you were only wearing shorts and a bra which flipped a switch in Momo, She grabbed you and pinned you on the wall and began to hungrily kiss you, Shes moaning into the kiss. You bit her lip fighting for dominance as you stuck your tongue in her mouth. Now out of breath you pull back to get some air. “Missed you sooo much y/n” Momo says face flushed and out of breath.

You kissed her again but this time you pulled her closer and began to grind on her as you both make out. You felt Momos boner on your leg as you continued to grind up on her, she pulled away and makes her way up the stairs grip tight on your hand treating you very harshly as she drags you about. Reaching the bed in the middle of the bedroom she turns to you, gaze hard eyes filled with dominance and lust.

“On your knees y/n.”

She doesn’t even wait for you to respond, before shes pushing you to the floor. Sitting on your knees you look up just in time to see her pull her cock out. Her hard painfully cock pulsating in her hand as she reached for your braids; grabbing it and harshly pulling on your braids as she thrusts into your open mouth.

A satisfied groan leaves her lips as she throws her head back, fingers tightly grabbing the sheets while her other hand has a firm grip on your hair keeping you in place. Her hips thrusting wild and without rhythm as she abuses your throat in chase of her release.

Your gags only spiring her on as saliva begins to drip down your neck, tears streaming down your face at the brutality of her thrusts. Its only when she feels you swallow around her cock that she reaches the edge, so close to falling into a pit of pleasure.

“f-fuck i-im going to cum” Momo says in broken moans. She thrusts fast, blabbering in Japanese as she chases her high. Her eyes roll to the back of her head with a final snap of her hips and she cums, her cock buried deep inside your throat. You swallow all of her cum before showing her that you swallowed it all. You catch your breath, reveling in her reddened cheeks and heaving chest.

Straddling her petite form, you tease her once more; rubbing yourself against her cock and watching as her gaze turns to one of ice. It’s only now you see a glimpse of the sexy woman she is to everyone else on stage, her expression that of a devil as a growl rips through her throat. Momo’s desperation had never been so evident, rutting into you from below at an attempt of slipping inside, biting her lip so hard it looked as if it might tear.

“I swear to fucking god, if you don’t-“ You finally lower yourself onto her cock and her ramblings are cut off by her own lewd whine, brows knitting together in the centre as the look on her face turns to one of pure ecstasy. Momo’s brain goes blank for a few moments, unabashed whimpers leaving her pretty lips.

Slowly moving yourself up and down on her cock, you bask in the way she’s shivering beneath you; her plump chest rising and falling quickly as her breaths become more uneven. Momo’s mumbling an array of praises and thank you’s.

“Unnie? tell me whats going on in your head, because youve been tense this whole time and i want you to relax” You say as Momo continued to moan very porn like.

“I- I’ve been soo stressed out with- fuckkk~ with relearning choreography and new choreography and- go har-harder please~ i just need a break,” Momo’s eyes lock with yours as she begins to tell you what’s wrong, “Please, don’t…stop.” You increase your speed, bouncing swiftly on her lap and pulling her head back by her hair. Momo’s eyes roll back once again at the mix of pain and pleasure, throwing her over the edge unexpectedly as she cries out, “ngh- shit, oh fuck i’m gonna cum.”

You smirk and tilt your head, pouting a little, “Can you hold on a little longer for me, hm? I know you can do it good girl.” The use of the title makes her tense up and she nods, squeezing her hands together behind her back as she holds off her impeding orgasm with all her might. You curse as you also feel your climax nearing and Momo’s eyes widen, a fire blazing in her chest at the thought of making you cum around her cock.

You’re rutting your hips against Momo’s as she whimpers your name; dangerously on the brink of her orgasm while she begs you to cum for her, “Please, baby, I need to feel it - Need to feel you, mmm, ngh- Cum for me.”

Seeing Momo like this is as close to heaven as you’ll get, the way she moans your name like a mantra and her sinful expression twists with pleasure is truly your nirvana. It sends you over the edge and you see white, blinded by the hot pleasure coursing through your veins. Just before you lose all cognitive thought to the ecstasy, you make sure to order Momo through your moans, “Cum for me, jaji.” You barely finish the command before Momo’s filling you up, crying out and shivering uncontrollably beneath you.

But the night doesnt end here.. Because you have to make sure your girlfriend is relaxed

#valeriaa writes☆#twice x reader #jyp twice #twice smut #momo x reader #twice momo #hirai momo #momo smut #momo #g!p

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