#james lee x fem!reader

[randynova]

DG with a size and overstimulation kink? Thank you! You don’t have to answer this if you don’t want to! ๑(◕‿◕)๑ Have a nice day! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° ) Thank you for your hard work! (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

𝐷𝑎𝑦𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠 𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑀𝑒

ᴅɢ/ᴊᴀᴍᴇs ʟᴇᴇ x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝐷𝐺 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑚 𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛, 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦, 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒. 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑙, 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒.

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ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ(s): ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, sᴍᴜᴛ, sɪᴢᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ᴏᴠᴇʀsᴛɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴅɢɪɴɢ, ᴘʀᴀɪsᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ᴠᴀɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴘᴇɴᴇᴛʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴄʜᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ/ɪɴғɪᴅᴇʟɪᴛʏ

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A.N.: Hhah, I'm so sorry that requests have been slow to be posted. You know how life can get lol. Well, I hope you enjoy this and thank you for requesting - I bunched the DG Smut requests together in this one. Hope I executed it right because I always write at 2am lmao. So, kind of proofread, I'm sorry if I sound repetitive. Anyway, remember, requests are closed and this is from when they were open a few weeks back.

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𝑇𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒, 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙.

𝑇𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠, 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑠.

𝐵𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒….

𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑙𝑦.

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As cold lips trace along your body, painting dark welts into your skin with every nip to the delicate surface, you cannot stop the soft moan rumbling in your throat as it slips past your lips, throwing your head back as gentle hands knead your flesh between calloused fingers. A shudder ran down your spine, squirming and gripping the sheets whilst his hair tickled you as it brushed past your bare skin. He handled you with such grace, such patience, it seemed almost surreal considering how men crumbled beneath his touch alone.

Yet it made this all the more thrilling, knowing how capable he was of destruction in more ways than one.

As your mind wandered, his voice brought you back to the moment, butterflies  fluttering in your stomach as he spoke. “I want to hear you, [Name]...,” the man whispers, desire oozing from his tone as he stares longingly at you from between your thighs. Half-lidded black hues bore into you, hot breath fanning dangerously close to your weeping heat. “My sweet [Name], please....” 

Oh the way your name rolled so effortlessly from his tongue had your heart thumping wildly in your ribcage,  swallowing dryly as you met his warm gaze. The lovesick adoration etched into his features reeled you in even further, how his brows knitted together while he waited for your order to continue, despite his own overflowing desire. The moment seemed almost sardonic as he never waited to get what he wanted. However, it was a different story when it came to you.

For you, he would wait a thousand lifetimes.

A smile stretches across your lips, humming in response and nodding, knowing only you could see him like this — so in desperate need of you. His pleas could only do so much to help him lure you to comply, slender fingers tenderly pressing into your flesh as his own mind begins to unravel, palms pressing firmly into your limbs as he nudges his nose into your plush, whispering your name once more, "Please, [Name]...." The lavender vanilla scent drove him mad, the aroma stroking his smoldering heart as he sighed shakily. Was that the new lotion he bought you? He hoped it was.

Though he became silent, you did not look away from him, taking in his flushed appearance, how the tips of his ears burned a bright red shade, pink strands disheveled as you ran your hand through his hair minutes before. Your DG truly was a sight to behold, most especially in the moments he was at your mercy, awaiting your next command. Yet, he did not mind.

You’re the first one that he sees every night, living in his dreams at his side, and haunting his thoughts every waking moment.  No matter how hard he tries to drown the sentiment he holds for his sweet girl, he can’t get rid of his love for you. The dangerous life he lives is one you do not deserve, but saying goodbye to you might as well be his death.

 Living a life knowing he cannot have you, is a life not worth continuing as he would rather never take another breath without his beloved by his side.

Was he infatuated? Perhaps. Is he obsessed? Most likely. Addicted? Oh definitely.  And all he knows is your name. Calling out to you with the daunting realization that he can never get enough of you. You are all he could ever desire and more, so why would he ever say good-bye? If these were his last moments, he would not fight his impending death knowing he will take his last breath in your loving arms. 

Is that what love was? Was love the sensation of a flower both wilting and blooming? Was love wanting and needing someone so much, you cannot imagine your life without them, even as it destroys you ever so slowly? Diego pushed the thoughts aside, because whatever he felt for you, he knew it could not be described by mere words alone. 

As his heart twisted, aching with every skipping beat, he did not know the answer, but he knew you would be both his fall from grace and rise to the throne. However, that thought did not terrify him as much as it should have. “You’re mine...,” Diego spoke inaudibly, hands squeezing the curve of your bottom and pressing the side of his face to your plush, brows knitting together as he pokes his nose further along your inner thigh, imprinting the mellow scent of your body before nipping at your flesh. A light laugh slips past your lips, parting your legs wider, letting him have full access to your dripping, glistening slick. From this perspective, you seemed like a doll to him — so small and delicate compared to him.

Yes, words cannot describe how much he wanted you at this very moment and each one to come. For you were absolutely enchanting, worth walking into the unknown, and doing it all over again.

Diego dips his tongue into your puffy lips and steadily drags it along your folds, pulling a soft gasp from you. Your hand trails down and pats his head, lightly pushing back his hair and bucking your hips half-heartedly, muttering his name, "Mm, Diego…." The light brush of his tongue made your stomach churn, biting your bottom lip and closing your eyes as his tongue skims near your quivering hole. 

No, he had to hear you more, hear your lovely moans — hear the darling voice “cracking, pitch heightening, on the brink of tears'' type of moans — and this? It  just wasn’t enough. He knew your body like the back of his hand and he knew when he wasn’t doing it right just from a single sound that came out of your pretty mouth.

A bit annoyed, Diego flattens his tongue and draws long, deep lines into your cunt, dragging it from your entrance to your aching bud, prodding the tip of the wet muscle against your clit before enclosing his mouth around it, flicking his tongue and popping off only to repeat the intense series of licks all over again. His actions made the air in your throat hitch and chest tighten, gasping loudly at the feeling. "Oh God, r-right there…!" 

There you go, he thought, grunting against you. You pant and throw your head back into the soft pillow, pushing his face down further into your heat as your fingers knot into his pink tresses. Silently, he propped your legs onto his broad shoulders, large veiny hands grasping into your thighs and peeling them apart whilst he lifted your hips off the mattress, delving deeper and  lapping harshly at your sopping pussy, determined to make you cum. The obscene slurping and squelching slipping from in-between your thighs soon reverberated throughout the room, your moans and whimpers drifting in the air as you felt your release building quickly.

The rhythm of his mouth left your head spinning and lower abdomen tensing, thighs engulfing his head as your pelvis rocked against his tongue uncontrollably. Engraving prayers into your cunny lips whilst bobbing his head had you trembling and he could not stop even as his lungs burned, almost  as if he were an artist chisling his mark onto the artwork that he created, so he could admire it forever and ever. He had a deadly grip on you, keeping you from suffocating him and pinning you in place whilst you squirmed, calling out to him so pathetically, "D-Diego…! Fuck, Diego! Ah–Ahh!! Ngh!"

As he watched you fall apart, Diego could only peer at you with reverence, noticing how your chest rose and fell quickly with every breathless chant of his name, arching your back yet craning your neck to watch him eat you out, making out your voice begging to him from amidst his muffled ears. 

Yes, this is what he wanted. To hear you want him. Perhaps, you were just as hooked as he was, so obsessed with him as he was to you. But the wish is fruitless, knowing he could never truly worship you as he pleased, knowing you belonged to someone else. He could only hope you found a glimpse of him when you slept with the man, passing time in his arms until the time was right — right to take you away from this pitiful excuse of marriage.

The groans from Diego added to the vibrations against your cunt, the man swiping over your overstimulated bud as he grazed from your entrance to your clit. His nose pressed against your mound, spit dribbling from his chin as he brought you closer and closer to your climax. He strokes his tongue over and over against the tip of your hood, Adam's apple bobbing as he drinks your gathering arousal almost desperately, wet clicks trickling from the corner of his lips. Please, he begs in his head, staring longingly at your face,  let me taste you again, my dear angel, let me taste your love once more — please convince me this is not a dream.

Winding up the coil in your lower tummy, seemingly burning as it twisted so tightly, you couldn't warn him in time. “Ah! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck…!” A loud moan rips from your throat, yanking at his locks as you sloppily rolled your hips into his awaiting mouth. Both of you are caught off guard from the sudden sound, mewling as you spill onto his taste buds. Diego lapped up your juices with vigor. Every wet caress and curl of his tongue  as he cleaned you up left him craving for more of you.

DG is not even close to finishing with you.

His hold does not loosen and he latches himself back onto your clit, drowning himself in your pussy like a depraved man, not pulling away for hours. He does not pull up for air, enclosing his mouth easily over your cunny and abandoning the soft kitten-licks he used before. Diego became unhinged.

A series of cries and moans fill the air for a long time, the man in-between your legs never stopping even as you came countless times since then. A layer of perspiration covered your body, sweat gleaming off the side of your face as your poor pussy needed a break from the stimulation. It became almost painful now and as you tried squirming away from him, it earned a pinch from the man as he dragged your body back.

How long has it been? What time is it…?

You did not know, much too engrossed in the way the man’s tongue worked wonders and weaved a pattern into your weeping heat, bringing you to your end once more for the umteenth time that night. Your voice had become raw, tears dribbling down the side of your face as you convulsed in your spot, bucking pathetically in your spot. Sniffles left you, requesting him to stop. You didn't know how much more you could take before you passed out from absolute euphoria. 

You need to feel him — inside you. 

Needed DG before he came.

Yes, your DG is a patient man, but Diego is a cruel, merciless one. However, both sides of him will not stop until his appetite for you is satiated — even if it takes hours upon hours to quell; like now. Yet, your pretty cries for him beckoned the man to listen to your pleas for once to stop. He pulls off the swollen bundle of nerves with a satisfying pop, swallowing the last of your juices and slowly raising his head. He waits merely a couple minutes, whispering sweet nothings as you collect yourself, rubbing soft circles into your skin. Diego hums, reminding himself he must remain calm and patient for now, as there will come a time where he can wallow in your body for as long as he needs to. Releasing your thighs, he wipes your arousal from his mouth, leering at your puffy folds with delight. The small twitches that passed you made the corners of his mouth tug upward for a moment.

Taking long, steady breaths, you slowly calm yourself, gathering your composure and occasionally sniffling. Oh, you could hardly hear his low voice call out for you with the way your ears rang from the blood rushing to your pounding temple. Such tenderness and tranquility laced in his tone, you wouldn't think he'd be capable of destroying a person from just a flick of his tongue.

He is slow yet calculated as he studies your body, ingraining the sinful sight he had of how you came down from your high, counting the seconds while they turned into minutes until he saw how you began to squirm once more under his touch, rocking your hips in his direction. The ragged rise and fall of your chest dispersed, notifying him that your mind is all but there, your body now in need of more, and there would be no chance of you telling him to stop while in your hazy, pleasure-drunken state.

With a small smile, he pecks your flesh, pulling a blissful sigh from you. “[Name]....,” he whispers, nipping at your thighs before pressing a series of small kisses from your mound, to your stomach, treading to your sternum, mouth grazing your supple yits as he trails to your throat, all while you call out his name breathlessly. You take your bottom lip between your canines, craning your neck as he softly pecks at your skin. Teeth grazed the delicate surface, his mouth suckling another pretty dark welt on your flesh, and you could hardly stifle the soft whimpers thrumming in the back of  your throat.

For as long as you knew DG, he had always been a man who liked taking his time  worshiping your body, ever so patient when it came to you.  Each run of his fingers across your skin remained delicate until you asked; every kiss remained gentle until you pressed deeper; and every thrust remained slow and steady until you begged. And until he hears the order leave your pretty lips, he won't stop treating you as if you would break at any moment.

However, as the man stood and slotted himself between your thighs, hunching over your till your face and his chest were mere centimeters apart, were you slapped with the sheer difference between your bodies. How easily he could crush you if he pleased. His frame towered over you, thick arms caging you in beneath him as his gaze peered at you from above, easily being able to pin you with his weight alone the moment he bullies his fat cock into your tiny hole with a warm smile, stuffing you to the brim as he coos softly at you, "you're taking me so well, my sweet [Name]…."

You were nothing but a flowerbud compared to the tall and strong buck tree your boyfriend was, encased with rippling muscle. Nonetheless, you wanted — no, needed him — now. May your tiny [plush/lean/ slim] frame be damned once he is inside.

You rolled your pelvis towards him, feeling his throbbing dick graze your mound slightly, flinching when it made contact with the tip of your hood. So close. He lowers his hips slightly, brushing his length on the surface of your mound , only to earn a whine from you when he raises his lower half back up. What a teasing man your boyfriend was, having you work to even feel his sweet cock.  Parting your legs wider, you hooked your limbs around his torso and tugged him down, gripping onto his biceps as you whined, "Diego…! Come on, don't be so mean…!"

Mean? He thought, scoffing, Oh, sweetheart, he can get a whole lot meaner if he wanted to, and this isn't even the tip of the iceberg. "Patience, [Name]....," Diego  hums, leering down at you as he begins to trace his shaft along your slick folds, the crown of his cock bumping into your aching bud. Coating his dick in your arousal, Diego is slow and meticulous with every touch, running past your bud and only dipping his pelvis down every once and awhile for his tip to tap against your clit. It sent shockwaves through your cunt, and even he couldn't bite back the groan rumbling in his chest. Actions like this drove you crazy and he knew it, God, he knew how it picked you apart and he fucking loved it. It left you wanting for more and chipped away at your pride, forcing you to play into his palm to rush into his favorite part of your meetings.

Soft whines and mewls drizzle from your mouth, the heels of your feet digging into his lower back as you attempt to feel more of him, panting at the incessant friction.  Your thighs clench around his taut waist, arching your back as he brings you near the edge. "D-Diego! Please! Ah—S…Stop teasing….!" Diego could only sigh in amusement, watching how pathetic you became before he could even fuck you properly. Of course, that attitude would disappear the moment he sunk into you.

He glanced downward, corners of his lips tugging upward, peering with mirthful hues as his cock twitches while it settled against your tummy, painting a clear picture of how he impales you  from the sheer girth of his dick, length stretching from your mid-stomach to your heat. He just couldn't wait to stuff his pretty girl til she was a moaning, crying mess. And he was only a breath away from it all.

"Mm, wanna feel you…!" You plead, nails digging into his biceps and leaving behind crescent shapes. You gaze up at him through thick lashes with glossy eyes, lips trembling as your brows creased together, sniffling. He made you a fraughtful sensitive mess, crooning at how he glides through your dripping cunny and now, you need some sort of relief. His muscles flex against your fingers as he leans down to rest on his elbows. The moonlight poured in from the windows and created a glow around you two, creating the illusion of the dreams he had nearly every night his head hit the pillow. And witnessing as you creamed around him from the small bit of foreplay made his heart skip a beat.

Diego couldn't take it anymore. He would be lying if he wasn't driving himself crazy from the slow pace he was forcing, but teasing you was so fun. And now with your commands to truly be one with you, he could finally let loose.

Whimpering and gasping as the tip of his cock pushes past your puffy folds, you can barely utter a word as you can feel yourself being split apart, pussy stretched to the brim as your poor cunt struggles to adjust to his thick bulbous tip. "Nngh, Diego, 's so big…! Ah, fuck, too big, Diego…!" You squeal, clasping onto him  and pressing your temple to his chest. 

A chuckle drums in his throat, finding your hesitation so endearing despite your wishes to feel him inside a few seconds prior. He leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, smiling as he pulls away. "Mhm, don't worry, my sweet girl… it'll fit, okay….? See? Mm! Y-You're taking me so well…," DG coos gently, brows knitting together whilst your walls pushed against him as he forced another inch in. "Just… Just need to go in slowly…." Holy shit.

He steadily sunk into you despite your meek protests, fully sheathing himself in your warm tepid heat, eliciting a choked moan from his pretty girl. Diego gripped the sheets, muttering incoherently as he sucked in a sharp breath at the tight grip of your pussy, eyes shutting tight as you clamped down on him. No, no, he had to take it easy, yeah. Take it nice and slow for you. 

But fucking hell, your pussy was so warm and welcoming, sucking him in so greedily into a vice grip he could hardly move. The perfect tight cunt waiting to be stuffed. Your shrill cry did not fall on deaf ears, he picked on how it went up in pitch as he finally buried a majority of his cock inside, part of his shaft still bare. A gasp left him, grinding his teeth and swallowing dryly. “Shit…! Wait, no, f-fuck…!A-Augh…!”

Curses spill from the man, clenching his jaw as he slips deeper into his lust-drunken state, needing to wait a moment or else he knows he’d be creaming in your heat before he could even start. Just…. Damnit. He can’t wait. No, he’s waited days for this moment, he can’t push it back even further because of his sensitivity.

Rocking his hips back and drives his pelvis into you, his thick cock pressing into your weeping cunt and hilting against the opening of your cervix. You grip onto his shoulders, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as strained cries of his name spill from your mouth, "Fuck, oh—God, Diegooo…!  D-Diego, Diego! Mmm, fuck– ah…!" Your noises only encouraged him to become rougher and crueler, spurring him to throw out his own rules out the window and just listen to your sounds.

Every thrust feels as if it's stirring your insides, each buck sending a bolt of pleasure straight to your mushed-up mind. Each stroke had you melting into the sheets, breathless as your body rocked back and forth. His weight had your feeble frame pinned against the king-size bed, rippling muscles pressing you flush into the sheets whilst he nearly recoils into himself to accommodate for the size difference, thighs parted as fucks you. He can barely bury his face in your hair without craning his neck, yet that’s what made this much more exciting. Strangled noises left you as the tension snapped inside you, a shattering cry of his name ripping from your chest. Your pussy fluttered and creamed around him adding more to the slick already coating the base of his cock from your previous orgasms. The man melted easily into you, a layer of perspiration coating his temple, ecstasy contorting his features from every deep stroke.

The way your walls squeezed around him elicited a deep, rumbling moan that made your heart pitter. However, he was not satisfied with this. 

Diego sits up straight, hastily unlatching your legs from his waist, and pushing your thighs back as he moves your legs onto the curve of his neck, your ankles hanging off his shoulders. He pressed your knees to your chest, eliciting an ear-piercing cry from you as he sunk back into your sensitive cunt. “God, Diego…!” You scream, clawing at his porcelain  skin as he begins to thrust brutally into you, the new angle allowing his thick weeping crown to pound painfully into your tepid cunt. Every snap of his pelvis created a loud series of slaps that bounced off the walls, clicking in a continuous rhythm whilst his thighs flexed with each movement. 

A smile stretched on your pretty face, drool dripping from the corner of your mouth as your body bounced with each powerful thrust, the stretch of when he sunk back in quickly building you up to your release again. With the way your pussy sucked him in, he could hardly keep his calm composure, feeling every squeeze of your spasming core at an amplified level as he could feel his own end fast approaching as well. Squeezing your eyes shut, your grip onto the sheets as the pain and pleasure danced in your breaking soul.

Sucking in a sharp breath, Diego's movements began to grow sloppy, stifling a moan as he bucked with no sense of tempo. Dark hues bore into you, drinking in how your features contorted from absolute euphoria, watching how your lips parted to let a pretty moan slip out as he pierced your cervix. You were made for him — walls molding almost perfectly to him, even as it struggled to take every thick inch. Yet….

“You’re mine, right…?” Diego asks quietly, slowly stilling inside as he ceases his pace despite his nearing release, watching as your eyes shoot open in surprise, almost narrowing in annoyance. It had not been the first time he asked you such a question, however, it was the first time he had asked you during this moment. It had always been after your intimate time. Straying from his usual statement, he repeats the question, moving his hips ever so gently until he bottoms-out and pauses his movements again, “Right…?”

Blinking slowly, you nod, tilting your head as your brows furrowed, put off from his sudden question. “Of course, my love. But why ask—”

“You are not mine the way I wish you to be.” He says in a bitter tone, cutting you off as he avoids looking at you for a moment. His shoulders slump and he sits up a bit, creating a small space between your thighs and sternum. “You belong to someone else, yet —” Diego lets his eyes drift to the bedside table, meeting the empty gazes of your wedding portrait to the notorious member of Ansan Public, the sun of Ansan, Hudson Ahn, before he shifts his gaze back to you — “You are here with me, letting me touch you and defile you the way only your husband should. It is only natural that I question it, is it not?”

You did not stop the dry laugh that left you, looking up at DG as his words settled in. The man had a point, but even so, it did not weigh on you. Truth be told, that statement was not entirely accurate. “Hudson Ahn…,” you murmur, reaching up to cup Diego’s face and run your thumb across his smooth skin, smiling sadly at the man before you, noticing how your palm was tiny in comparison to his face alone. He closed his eyes and listened, ingraining your voice once last time as if he were afraid to hear your answer, afraid to hear you say you were not his. Continuing, you curl your fingers against his cheek. “Our marriage was arranged and I had no choice but to agree on behalf of my brother’s wishes, thinking it was the only way I could be safe, yet…. It's strange. Though I belong to him in the eyes of the world, it does not mean he owns my heart and soul the way you do, Diego….” 

You continue, releasing his bicep as your other hand trails to where you two were connected, feeling the bulge creating in your lower tummy, yet you never break eye-contact with the man despite the small discomfort, speaking from your heart to him. “DG, look at me…,” you whisper, seeing his eyes flutter open and reveal glossy dark hues that struck a chord in you. Oh, seeing him cry was a rare sight and one you did not enjoy. “It is not him that is with me in the most intimate way possible, where two become one. It’s you. He can try all he wants to break the chains of our love — try to make me love him — but you conquered my very being before any man could and still wanted me despite what the world turned me into. I loved you first and I promise I will love you last. I am yours. Does that answer your question, my love…?” 

Thick teardrops collect in the corner of his eyes and Diego did not notice them falling until they dripped from his face, splashing onto your chest. His fears melted away, the doubt of losing you to Hudson dispersing as you declared to him your heart’s wish. He nods, folding you in half once more.  Almost desperately, Diego pressed his mouth against yours, capturing you in a sweet kiss as he rutted deeply and slowly, pumping into you with mild thrusts, with such tenderness, it brought tears to your own eyes as you returned the kiss. Your hands trail and clasp onto his shoulders, features creasing together as he moves in and out of you.

Yes. You were his as he was yours. That would never change, no matter what the world said — his fate was with you. That is the truth no one could change.

From every broken moan to every fleeting thought of your future, consumed by the rapture of your love — Diego crumbles completely. You both forget about the world and become immersed in one another, never hearing the sudden slam out in the living room of your home. Without so much as a warning, Diego unloads a large amount of thick cum into your fertile womb with a strained groan, painting the inside of your cunt a creamy white, still softly thrusting as the waves of his orgasm wash over him. He cannot ever see himself leaving you, not ever; abandoning the only woman who made him feel so alive, giving him a piece of heaven in exchange for his love, would be the most foolish thing he could ever do. 

So even as he pulls out and lets the mixture of your fluids dribble down your thighs, knowing you were not on the pill anymore due to the courtesy of your husband, Diego does not change his mind and cements his decision to continue chasing after you.

Even as he makes eye-contact with Hudson as he stands in the doorway of your shared bedroom, who grips tightly onto the metal handle of the wooden door whilst his wide-gaze bores into him, Diego remains confident in his choice and does not regret it, nor fear the consequences.

Even as you start to sputter an explanation to your seething husband, though do not attempt to move nor close your legs, Diego hums in content, knowing his daydreams are becoming reality. 

With a wry smile, he looks directly at Hudson and says with such calamity —

“She’s mine.”

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[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

SPINNET?

Pairings: George Weasley x Fem!reader Summary: You fall for your best friend Warnings: mention of crying, snogging

you only started to notice the tingly feeling you got when you around George at the beginning of your 6th year at Hogwarts.

the way your cheeks turned hot and palms turned sweaty when you around him. that never happened before.

you knew what was happening, it happened to a lot of best friends, it was a phase they go through, but you never thought if would happen to you, because it it were to happen, it wouldn't gone by now.

he's a very attractive bloke. but this year is different. he grew his hair long, his face is more defined, grew another inch taller and his arms seemed bigger and more toned, probably from quidditch. his posture straightened and his lips were more full.

he was hot, but he was your best friend

but how could you not like him? he was funny, playful, and just plain adorable.

-

"wicked" the twins whispered as Dumbledore announced the Triwizard tournament, you smiled at them and continued listening, your eyebrows furrowing at the mention of no one under the age of 17 can put their name in the cup.

you laughed as the twins stood up and booed "you don't know what you're doing!" they yelled

"god those two are loud" Angelina spoke to you, being dorm mates for the past 6 years have made you guys really close, you guys will stay up late talking and gossiping about merlin knows what

"tell me about it" you rolled your eyes playfully

-

you've heard a familiar voice call out your name and you smiled, your stomach feeling like it's going to explode. you turned around and saw him

"hi George, what do ya need?" you asked, he smiled brightly at you backing your cheeks turn red.

"Angie and Hermione were looking for you, there in the library" he told you.

"oh, ok, thanks!" you grinned

"i'll walk with you, c'mon" he placed his arm around your shoulder, you tensed up and felt your hands start to get clammy, he was always sort of touchy, but your newfound feelings make you nervous.

"so, me and Fred are thinking of putting own names down for the tournament" he said casually

"what? but you're only 16, you won't be able to do that" you raised your eyebrows

"ah, but that's where you are wrong, love" he always called you that, but now it made you want to cry.

"how so?"

he only smirked "guess you'll have to fine out"

"oh merlin's beard, please don't do anything stupid" you pleaded. he chuckled as he let go of your shoulders, dropping his arm and grabbing your hand instead. going ahead of you and walking backwards, pulling along with him

"do you even know me?" he tilted his head

"unfortunately" you grumbled

"oi, don't be annoyed at me, you love me" he furrowed his brows, narrowing his eyes to glare at you playfully

"I- I do not!" you agued pathetically, your words getting caught in your throught

"don't deny it, I know you do" he teased but you began to feel dizzy from the butterflies. a good dizzy.

-

you avoided George after that, you didn't want to embarrass yourself and ruin the friendship by letting something slip, you didn't want him to know your secret. you didn't want anyone to know, it was pathetic, falling for your best friend.

he noticed, how wouldn't he, he would look at you and you did your best to avert your eyes.

he would try talking to you and you would get up and leave or start a conversation with the person next to you.

he would go up to you and you would rush away.

he felt like he did something wrong

it's been 2 weeks and nothing

even after him and Fred's failed attempt at putting their names in the cup, you didn't go up to him and scold him, you didn't even laugh when they turned old. you just looked at them, looking disappointed

so when you were sat in muggle studies, 5 minutes into the lesson when he rushed in, the only empty seat was next to you. he smiled as he sat next to you, trying to get you to look at him

"hey, love" he whispered, you sighed, closing your eyes and you bit your lip

"hey" you mumbled

"you alright?" he asked you, leaning closer to you

you hummed at him and looked at the board, writing your notes

"what do you think the second task will be?" he questioned, the first task were brutal, how could they let kids fight dragons?

you almost smiled at his attempt to talk to you.

you only shrugged your shoulders in response

"why won't you talk to me?" he wondered out loud.

"silence Mister Weasley, not only did you arrive late but you are interrupting the class and disturbing miss Y/L/N" the Professor yelled at him

-

you and Angie stayed up late again, sitting in your beds talking to each other

"so, the yule ball huh?" she smirked

"i know, it sounds so fun!"

"what colour dress are you gonna wear, i was thinking purple" she informed you

"I haven't thought about it, but purple sounds great for you Ang" you grinned

"sooo, do you fancy anyone?" she interrogated suddenly

"no" you responded quickly

"I don't believe you" she glared at you with a smile

"do you?" you asked back, she shuffled in her seat

"you can't tell anyone, promise?" she raised her eyebrows, you nodded your head

"promise" you repeated

"I kind of Fancy Fred" she whispered, even though it was just you two in the room.

you gasped lightly "do you think he'll ask you?"

"probably not" she frowned "i mean, he's really popular, you could go with a girl from Beauxbatons"

"i bet he'll ask you, you would look really cute together" you pointed out

she giggled softly "speaking of a twin, I heard you were avoiding George, why? he's your best friend" she whined

you stayed silent to for a moment, your mouth slightly open, trying to fine the words

"um-"

she let out a gasp and covered her mouth in shock

"oh merlin- do you fancy George?!" she stared at you wide eyed

you stayed silent again, there was no point denying, it's safe to say that ever since you found your new feelings for him, he was no longer your best friend, but your crush.

Angie was your best friend now.

"aw, that's so cuteee, you guys are perfect" she awed

"as friends" you mumbled

"hey, don't say that, he would be stupid to not like you back" she frowned again

"thanks Ang" you murmured, laying on your back on your bed

"let's get some rest, yeah?" she turned off her lamp and you went off to bed

-

it's been another week and you were sat next to Angie when a paper ball got thrown at her, she looked over and Fred was staring at her, signing at her to go to the ball with him, she nodded her head happily and looked back at you with a big smile

"we need to get you that purple dress of yours" you said quietly.

you both got up and heard footsteps behind you

"wait up" they called, you both turned around and saw George coming up to you, Angie nudged you as he got closer looking at you, you looked at the ground and avoided eye contact with him

"would you give us a minute Ang?" she stepped away to give you a bit of privacy

"i uh- i need your help with something" he looked at you

"with what" you took a deep breath, tapping your foot

"doesn't matter yet, just meet me outside of potions after dinner, alright?" he told you briefly.

even if you were trying to avoid him, you couldn't say no to him when he needed your help

"ok" you mumbled before turning away and walking back to Angie. George still felt like he had done something wrong, but it didn't matter, because he knew how to cheer you up.

"did he ask you?"

you shook your head no and continued walking with her.

you had told her everything about your feelings for him, how you didn't want him to know and that you don't want to like him because you didn't want to lose him

so she knew that you didn't want to talk about it anymore

you finished your dinner and saw that Fred was without his partner in crime, so you excused yourself and began walking to potions.

you turned a corner that led to the classroom and caught George snogging Alicia Spinnet

"George?" you said in shocked. they broke apart and he looked at you

"what do you want?" he grumbled angrily as you interrupted their session

"you told me to come here, you needed help" you spoke weakly

"no I didn't, just go away, I don't know why we're even friends anymore" your heart broke bit by bit as you saw them holding each others hand, she looked at him with such love, it made you jealous that she looked at him the same why you did

"i- I'm sorry" you said soflty

you rushed away, going to your dorm room.

it was pathetic, this whole situation, crying because he was with someone else, crying for a boy that wasn't even yours to begin with. it wasn't like he cheated on you, you're not that type of person, but it hurt to see him holding her waist so gently, so tenderly, kissing her with such passion and love.

Angie came into the room finding you sobbing, you told her what happened and she comforted you

"it's ok, there's always somebody else out there" she cooed

"but they're not him, Ang!"

"I know, I know"

-

"so do we all have dates to the ball?" Fred asked

Lee nodded and George sat there, next to Fred looking at you, but you refused to look at him, you were embarrassed and uncomfortable

"George and Y/n don't" Angie replied, looking at you

"I might" you interjected

her eyebrows raised as she stared intently at you

"who!" she interrogated

"doesn't matter, I don't know if I'll say yes yet" you blushed nervously, you saw him watching you.

"what house is he in?" Fred wondered

"none, he goes to Durmstrang, he's a seventh year, friends with Viktor Krum but he's super sweet" you smiled sheepishly

"when did this happen?" Lee talked curiously

"this morning when I walked in here, he said i could think about it"

"say yes! please say yes, we both need dates" Angie clapped her hands exitedly

"i'm still thinking, but i'm leaning towards a yes" you saw Fred look at George shortly and glare at him, they seemed to have a conversation with their eyes

"wait, I thought you were going with Spinnet?" Angie interrupted them

George looked confused "Alicia?" he huffed. Angie nodded her head "why would I go to the ball with Alicia Spinnet?" He continued

"Because you were snogging her in th-" you nudged her leg with yours to stop her from talking and she shut her mouth

"What? Where did you hear that from?" she glanced at you and then shrugged

He looked at you and you averted your eyes

George felt like he was about to burst. He was sick of you doing this to him. He had done nothing wrong and you just ignore him.

He looked at you with sad eyes and his began picking his nails under the table

"So you weren't snogging her?" Angie breaks the silence. Still curious

"No! I've talked to her once, where did you hear this Angie?" He shook his head

"Doesn't matter. Let's go. Y/n, we got to study" she stood up and waited for you

You got up and walked out of the hall with her to go study

"Are you sure it was him?" She asked

"Yes. I'm sure. It couldn't of been anyone else, it was him. Angie, trust me" you sighed

"I believe you but I don't get why he would deny it"

You hummed along with her. Wondering why yourself.

--

the yule ball was coming up and you had gotten your dress along with Angie's. but you didn't have a date, you were going to go up to the boy to say yes but he told you a girl from Beauxbatons asked him and he said yes, they were quite cute actually, so you weren't mad.

but that meant you were alone. even though Angie said she'll reserve a few dances with you, and Fred said he would save one for you, you continued to feel a bit embarrassed, I mean out of hundreds of guys in Hogwarts, absolutely no one wanted to go with you. not to say you were desperate- if a first year, second you or third year asked you, you would probably say no, probably a fourth year too, but no one through 5th to 7th didn't want to go with you? it sounded sad and pathetic.

"so you asked Spinnet, huh?" Angie chuckled, cutting her pork, glancing at George

"what?" he tilted his head

"right, I heard that, good on ya, finally got yourself a date, Georgie" Fred smiled, patting his twins back, making the younger red head tense

"i don't have a date." he denied, he made eye contact with you and you saw a glimpse of hurt in his eyes as you broke it, looking at Fred.

as much as you wanted to avoid him, Angie was always with Fred, and Fred was ALWAYS with George, so you didn't have a choice, because otherwise you would be alone, you had other friends, but you weren't as close, and it would be weird if you suddenly starting sitting with them out of know where. so this was your only option.

"but Alicia has been telling everyone about how you asked her, sounded pretty excited about it" Lee said, looking lost.

George rubbed his face roughly, looking tired and annoyed

"I've told you this, I have no ide-"

"Georgie!" Alicia cut the by off, walking up to him and ruffling his hair, he moved away from her hand and looked at her strangley

"why did you move away, you love when i play with your hair" she pouted. you all looked at him with the same look, a look that said "can't deny it anymore, can ya?"

"no, I really don't" he replied shortly

she giggled, hitting his shoulder softly, obviously flirting

"anyway, my dress for the ball is gonna be orange, in case you want to match your tie, although you're clearly already matching with your hair" she giggled again. you and Angie looked at each other, amused smiles planted on your faces

"I'm not going to the ball with you, Alicia" he spoke bluntly

"don't joke like that, Georgie, it's not funny" she laughed

"Alicia, I would really appreciate it if you left me alone and stop telling people we're going out" he rolled his eyes

"but what about us? you told me you loved me? remember? in the corridor, where Y/n interrupted us" she looked at you bitterly. George glanced at you as you stared down at your plate, the food looking more interesting than this conversation.

he looked back at Alicia

"no, I don't remember, because it didn't happen" he fought with the girl in front of him

"merlin's beard George, stop trying to deny it- I saw it, there's no point in pretending it didn't happen, she knows it, you know it and I know it, now stop" you but in, getting annoyed at his childish ways

he stared at you, looking hurt

"no you don't know it, that's the first time you've talked to me in weeks, Y/n! why have been ignoring me" he spat

you looked at the brunette who clung to George

"Spinnet, do you remember what George said to me when I saw you both that night?" you asked her, she thought back for a moment and replied

"he said he didn't want to be friends anymore"

you looked at George and held eye contact with him for the first time in a ages

he, however, looked disgusted, but it didn't seem like it was aimed at you

"I didn't say that" he shook his head

you sighed, picking up your bag

"I need to study, i'll see you guys later" you got up, walking away from the table

-

it was the day after the ball, you had a good time, and Angie helped you with that, she grabbed your hands danced with you, smiling brightly trying to motivate you to have fun the whole night.

but you couldn't help but notice George, alone, staring at you almost the whole time, he was without a date and was sat down the whole time that he seemed bored, so much so that he left half way through the ball, he looked handsome, he looked really handsome, it made you want to go up to him and ask to dance, but if he wanted it, he could do it himself.

you had gotten detention a week ago in Snape's class, and after a discussion with McGonagall, he was forced to not have it on the night of the ball. George was trying to prank you by messing with your work cause he thought it would get you to talk to him, but it only ended up in you both getting detention.

bringing you here

"you'll be cleaning the classroom while i run errands" he informed you

"it's already clean sir" George butted in

"then you will sort the books in alphabetical order and then scrape the gum underneath all the desks" he glared at the twin

"without your wands"

he walks out of the room, leaving you and George alone, for the first time in months

you walk to the shelves and begin sorting the books, letting the boy deal with the gum.

you knew that you couldn't escape him in this moment, stuck in this locked room with only him, so when he tried starting conversation, you knew he would wear you down and you'll end up cracking

"so uh- I want you to know that it really wasn't me, that you saw with Alicia" he started

you sighed quietly and took out books, looking at the titles, wondering if Snape wanted them by the titles or authors, you decided on titles because it was easier.

"you can't ignore me forever, Love" he used the nickname, you could tell that wasn't doing the work by not even looking at him.

"love?" heat rose to your cheeks as the butterflies came back after a long time of ignoring them.

"it was Dylan, Dylan Trellweather, he's in Ravenclaw, I found out he was using Polyjuice potion, turns out Spinnet just likes me and he likes her so well, he wanted to be me so he just- yeah" he explained

you believed him, his confusion to the whole situation every time it was brought up seemed quite genuine, and he's supposed to be your best friend, he wouldn't lie.

"I was waiting for you that night, outside potions class. I waited two hours, thought you might of forgotten and were on your way because maybe you went to the common room" he spoke softly, you felt his presence behind you.

you felt his warmth as he stood there, waiting for your reply

you placed the books in their place and scratched your nose

"you should probably get to the desks, wouldn't wanna be here longer because you didn't do it" you said quietly

"please talk to me, what did I do?" he questioned standing beside you, leaning against the shelf, you glanced at him and refused to smile at him

you took a deep breath and took hold of more books, reading the titles and putting them in there place.

you went to get more but he grabbed your wrists gently, turning you to face him, pulling you closer to his tall body

he looked at you, his eyes pleading for you to talk, to tell him what's wrong, but you knew if you did, he would be the one not talking to you. you were saving yourself from embarrassment.

"I'm your best friend, Y/n, you can tell me anything" he reassured you.

you looked at him painfully, feeling yourself begin to cry, the tears forming in your eyes as he began he get worried

"hey, what's wrong, hey, hey it's ok," he pulled you in, bringing you in to his embrace "it's ok" he cooed and you began to cry

"shhh, please don't cry" he hushed, rocking you in his arms.

"I'm fine" you sniffled

"c'mon" he let go of you and held your hand, guiding you to a desk, pulling out a chair for you and making you sit down as you sobbed.

he knelt down in front of you and held your hands

"you looked pretty last night," he broke the silence, looking up at you.

"you always do but you looked really, really pretty" he smiled slightly

you stared at him, admiring the way his hair was in his face, long enough to reach to top of his collared shirt. you took a moment to appreciate his parents for raising this beautiful young man in front of you, who was looking up at you tenderly

"I was gonna ask you, you' know. if you showed up, I was gonna take you up to the astronomy tower- cause you love that spot, i was gonna take you up there, light a few fireworks and ask you to go with me" he admitted

you stopped crying and you wiped your eyes with the sleeve of your shirt

you didn't say anything- he was gonna ask you to the ball?

"this might not be something you want to hear, because of reasons i still don't know, but I love you, I have for quite some time now" he confessed, reaching up to tuck your hair behind your ear, his hand resting on your cheek, you leaned in to his touch, letting your eyes close at the contact

"I'm sorry if that ruins things, but i thought you should know, because I don't wanna keep it a secret, I want you to know how much I love and care about you" he rambled

you looked at him knowingly, giving him a smile.

the butterflies came back again, stronger this time. he felt the same way, it seemed unbelievable, a popular, gorgeous boy like him? liking a girl like you? it had to be a dream.

it wasn't, it was too good to be a dream

"I didn't want you to know about my feelings for you," you began, sighing

"so you avoided me?" he finished for you, looking upset

"I thought you wouldn't talk to me if you found out, I thought I was doing myself a favour" you looked down at the ground

you heard him chuckle lowly, you looked at him, your eyebrows furrowed as you frowned

"I'm sorry" you apologised

he lifted you up off the chair, pulling you into another hug

"don't apologise" he rested his chin on your head, holding your hips gently.

he was always gentle with you, never rough, he would never grab you forcefully or pull you violently.

he always held you with such care and sincerity. and that never changed

"can I- can I kiss you?" he looked at your lips after pulling away slightly, you felt your heart flutter at the question, you nodded you heard, letting him bend down, cupping your cheeks and placing a delicate kiss on you lips.

he pulled away from your lips stared at you lovingly

"well then, wanna ditch?" he smirked mischievously

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?? x Fem!Reader Drabble

Tw: Implied violence, angst, hospital themes

[“His chapped lips part, but he remains speechless. The fires that once lit his eyes had been extinguished, left glossy and damp. He looks so overwhelmed. So lost. ”]

The corridor smells sterile, fluorescent lights line the chalk colored ceiling, and white tiles run down the stretch of the hallway; you feel yourself suffocating with anxiety in this setting. It’s like you’re sleepwalking, merely hallucinating that you’d been called to the ER at 5 AM on account that you were the only listed number on his entree form. Nothing can ever change the fact that you despise medical settings. You feel awkward, hovering in toe with the nurse as she gently guides you to the waiting room, leaving you to fill out paperwork.

You aren’t even an adult, and you’re being forced to fill out paperwork?

“When did my penmanship get so sloppy?” you wonder, scribbling down your name with a shaky hand. 

You can hardly focus. It feels like all your thoughts are being snubbed out by that signature hospital scent.

The paperwork is collected; you hold your jacket awkwardly in your arms. It’s a waiting game… until the doctor approaches you. 

“Miss (L/N)?” 

You rise from your seat, nodding at the man. He looks over his clipboard, eventually folding the file behind his back and giving you his full attention. 

“You’re here for…?” You nod in confirmation, again, feeling unable to utter a word.

Your voice, when you finally rasp out a few words, sounds hoarse and unfamiliar, “Where is he?”

In a matter of minutes, you find yourself closing the curtain into the dark corner of the hospital. The room is blue-washed and dim; the only light sources come from the beeping machines and warmly lit bed light. You catch a glimpse of the pulse oximeter on his finger, the tell-tale red glow hiding beneath a fold in the covers. 

You hover awkwardly by the doorway, admiring his side profile in silence. His broad chest rises and falls, each breath accompanied by the heart monitor’s beeping. You’ve never seen him looking so vulnerable and bloody. 

You approach the bedside tentatively, curling your fingers into the fabric of your jacket. Your palms feel sweaty, but even still you force yourself to reach out to the bed, grabbing hold of the scratchy sheets. From this close you can see the cotton hospital gown that he wears beneath the covers, and as your eyes roam you catch glimpses of the hardened scars on his infamous fist. 

Then your gazes connect. Before you can say anything else… without any thought words slip through your lips and escape you. 

“Taesoo… your eye.”

Alarmed, you feel an uncomfortable plummet to your stomach as you scan over his face. Your fingers feel numb as you squeeze your hands into the fabric of the hospital sheets. Leaning over his broad chest, your mortified expression is highlighted in the warm lamplight. “What happened?” 

His chapped lips part, but he remains speechless. The fires that once lit his eyes had been extinguished, left glossy and damp. He looks so overwhelmed. So lost. 

You don’t see the confidence. Or the ferocity. 

At the moment, he doesn’t even look intimidating. Just vulnerable. Your King… the King of Ansan… looks vulnerable. 

“James Lee…” he mumbles. In a parched voice, he uttered a name you would never forget. The name of a man you swore to defeat. 

His solitary dark eye was unfocused and hazy, staring up at you as if he didn’t recognize who you were. As though you weren’t his most loyal follower. 

You didn’t blame him for thinking you had left him. That’s what everyone else thought.  “His lady walked out on him as soon as he lost his eye.”

“Only there for the looks I guess.”

“Unfaithful-”

“Whore—”

No one seemed to understand the rage that had stemmed from Taesoo and into you. The vengeance that boiled in the pit of your stomach as you curled your fists into balls and buried your face in the hospital sheets.

James Lee.

Hot, angry tears streamed down the side of your face as you looked up at Taesoo. You held him in your bleary sight. The reddened splotch, empty socket, permanent scars. Ever handsome. 

But he would change. Deny himself. You knew that, and you couldn’t bear the thought. 

You wiped your eyes and swore to yourself. You wouldn’t let that man hurt your King anymore. You would protect your King of Ansan, no matter the cost.

If you had to break your body. Sell your soul. Shatter your bones and rebuild them again. You would do it. As long as you never had to look down at Taesoo with pity ever again. 

You would defeat James Lee. 

If a man couldn’t do it, then surely a woman could.

I mean scientifically… probably not but UH

PTJ bobbing off with unrealistic… stuff. So I will too 🤷‍♀️

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[seokgyuu]

growing up with heeseung, jay and sunghoon you never once imagined them being anything more to you than your childhood best friends - and to some extent you're correct: they remain your gross boy best friends up until college, when suddenly things start to feel different. with all of them.

✧ heeseung x fem!reader, jay x fem!reader, sunghoon x fem!reader ✧

✧ childhood friends to lovers, fake dating trope, college setting, story begins in childhood and leads us through all the important phases ✧

✧ this work contains: intended lowercase, poor tries at comedy, simp!hee, simp!hoon & simp!jay as well as very oblivious reader, jake as the first ever boyfriend, hanni, chaewon and beomgyu have a cameo ✧

✧ warnings! mentions of bullying, smut (MDNI), more to be added if needed. ✧

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teaser

the principal's office could really use an interior designer, you think. or just a whole renovation at this point. the ceiling is showing signs of leakage, there is paint peeling off the walls behind the desk. and the desk itself, jeez, principal higgs should have gotten rid of it ages ago, you keep telling him!

“how many visits will that be for the week?” he doesn’t even look up from whatever he was writing as he says this. you shift on your seat and look to your left where jay is tapping his fingers on the armrest of the uncomfortable chair and heeseung next to him is just staring at the principal’s receding hairline. meanwhile sunghoon to your right is silently plotting your death.

since none of the boys speak up, you clear your throat.

“the fourth, sir,” you say with a smile you think is charming but it actually isn’t. principal higgs sighs and puts his pen down as well as his glasses, massaging the bridge of his nose.

“thank you, miss y/l/n,” he replies, “and how many more times are you planning to sit in these horribly uncomfortable chairs this week?”

“none, sir,” you continue, the smile still playing on your lips. the older man behind the desk closes his eyes for a second.

“you say that every time and yet here we are again. so, what did you do this time? did you accidentally fall and hit mr. park in the face again?” he looks at jay, who rolls his eyes at the reminder, “well, he doesn’t look like he got a black eye. so, what is it?” 

when even you don’t respond, avoiding the principals eyes as he opens them again and the boys are all hopeless cases anyways, mr. higgs takes a deep breath and puts his glasses back on. 

“fine. let’s see,” he pulls on the stack of papers he has gotten from his secretary and looks at it with his lips pursed. all four of you shift on your seats now.

“alright then. mr. lee, as it seems you… put several worms in mr. sim’s locker?” higgs eyebrow pierces up and heeseung coughs. 

“and mr. park, jay, you… sabotaged mr. sim’s chair so that he fell on to his backside and then told him to “go suck it”?” jay snorts, still tapping against the armchair and not looking at the principal. higgs takes a deep breath.

“mr. park, sunghoon,… you held out your leg for mr. sim to fall over… almost twenty-three times in one day.” 

sunghoon has to concentrate not to look too proud of himself.

“and finally, miss y/l/n. you yelled at mr. sim in front of your whole class, saying, and i quote “you’re a stupid asshat anyways, i hope you trip and break your butt, you ugly little worm”.” 

you smile innocently. 

“you also kicked him in the shins, as a grand ending gesture, as mrs. james was kind enough to write down for me.” 

he puts the notebook down and looks at the four of you.

“come on you guys, i know you like to play harmless pranks on teachers. like to make one joke too many in class. but this? if mr. sim’s parents hear about this, and they will, there could be consequences that even i can’t hold back.”

[hearts4court]

Kinktober!🎃🦇

A/N: I’m really excited to do this. all of these will be blurbs!! they will be a little short, since school takes up most of my time my posts will either be posted late in the day OR the day after. they will be late, a lot of them. This can be found on my masterlist, or navi. <3 I was originally supposed to do three days for each other the people i write for… but i lost motivation for some of them, so now it’s just who i feel like writing for.

can y’all tell what my fav kink is?

Main Masterlist!

WEEK ONE:

Sun, Oct. 1st: Praise!Kink with Regulus Black.

Dom!Regulus Black X afab!reader.

Mon, Oct. 2nd: Choking!Kink with Regulus Black.

Dom!Regulus Black X afab!reader.

Tue, Oct. 3rd: Degradation!Kink with Regulus Black

Dom!Regulus Black X Fem!reader.

Wed, Oct. 4th: Voice!kink with Sirius Black.

Dom!Sirius Black X afab!reader.

Thurs, Oct. 5th: Breeding!kink with Sirius Black.

Dom!Sirius Black X fem!reader.

Fri, Oct. 6th: Overstimulation with Sirius Black.

Dom!Sirius Black X fem!reader.

Sat, Oct. 7th: Praise!kink with James Potter.

Sub!James Potter X afab!reader.

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱

WEEK TWO:

Sun, Oct. 8th: Size!kink with James Potter.

Dom!James Potter X afab!reader

Mon, Oct. 9th: Bondage!kink with James Potter.

Dom!James Potter X fem!reader.

Tue, Oct. 10th: Breeding!kink with Remus Lupin.

Dom!Remus Lupin X fem!reader.

Wed, Oct. 11th: Praise!kink with Prof!Remus Lupin.

Dom!Prof!Remus Lupin X Fem!reader.

Thurs, Oct. 12th: Rough!sex with Remus Lupin.

Dom!Remus Lupin X afab!reader.

Fri, Oct. 13th: Hair pulling!kink with Dream.

Dom!Dreamwastaken X Fem!reader.

Sat, Oct. 14th: Hate Sex with Dream.

Dom!Dreamwastaken X afab!reader.

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱

WEEK THREE:

Sun, Oct. 15th: Innocence!kink with Dream.

Dom!Dreamwastaken x virgin!fem!reader.

Mon, Oct. 16th: Breeding!kink with Sapnap.

Dom!Sapnap X fem!reader.

Tue, Oct. 17th: Soft!sex with Sapnap.

Dom!Sapnap X afab!reader.

Wed, Oct: 18th: Cockwarming with Sapnap.

Dom!Sapnap X fem!reader

Thurs, Oct. 19th: Knife!play with Chucky.

Dom!Charles Lee Ray X Fem!reader.

Fri, Oct. 20th: Praise!kink with Chucky.

Dom!Charles Lee Ray X fem!reader.

Sat, Oct. 21st: Blow and smoke with Chucky.

Dom!Charles Lee Ray X bitchy!afab!reader.

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱

WEEK FOUR:

Sun, Oct. 22nd: Bondage!kink with Charlie.

Dom!Charlie X afab!reader.

Mon, Oct. 23rd: Being needy for Charlie.

Dom!Charlie X fem!reader.

Tue, Oct. 24th: Praise!Kink with Charlie.

Dom!Charlie X afab!reader.

Wed, Oct. 25th: Breeding!kink with Schlatt.

Dom!husband!Schlatt X fem!wife!reader.

Thurs, Oct. 26th: Teasing with Schlatt.

Dom!Schlatt X sassy!afab!reader.

Fri, Oct. 27th: Somnophilia with Schlatt.

Dom!Schlatt X fem!reader.

Sat, Oct. 28th: Praise!kink with Tiffany Valentine.

Dom!Tiffany Valentine X Fem!reader.

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱

LAST THREE DAYS:

Sun, Oct. 29th: Dacryphilia with Tiffany Valentine.

Dom!Tiffany Valentine X afab!reader.

Mon, Oct. 30th: Bondage!kink with Tiffany Valentine.

Dom!Tiffany Valentine X fem!reader.

Tue, Oct. 31st: Thigh!kink with Billy Hargrove.

Dom!Billy Hargrove X Fem!plus size!reader.

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[yukuoo]

James Lee x fem!reader

James red hair era

𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂

"I'm convinced no one wants me." You huffed out, complaining to your friend for the 29383829294th time today. You've never had a boyfriend yeah, even when you moved from America to Korea no one has ONCE asked you out. Even if people asked you out in your home town, it was clear that they had bad intentions with you.

Its not the fact that they were shorter than you was the problem.. Well it sort of was but not really— but it was the look in their eye that made you uneasy.

"Uh-huh okay anyways did you hear James got another trophy?" Your friend completely dismissed your complaints which made you Huff. All this talk about James and who didn't even know who he was.

Sure your friend had pointed him out a few times, but his back was turned to you. So you never saw the face to the name. "Really? What type of trophy" you pouted slightly. James seemed like a popular guy, though you were certain that most of the people who tried to approach him wanted him for his fame around school only.

"Poetry!"

"Oh shit, isnt poetry hard?"

".. You know what else is hard—"

"Okay buddy I'm going to stop you right there."

Bidding each other your goodbyes, you made your way to your down the hall, unaware of the pair of eyes that trailed your figure. In just a second, someone tapped your shoulder making you turn around and look at the person responsible for making you acknowledge them.

"Hello there." A smirk appeared on the guys lips, yes he was fairly attractive. And by that he was VERY attractive. You couldn't help but think he was familiar.

"Hello...? Have I seen you around?" Just with that sentence it felt like James's confidence had been crushed. Like a piano fell on top of him. But he didn't mind, thats what he liked about you.

He knew you didn't like popularity or didn't really mind much of the other students, though the downside was that you didn't know him... He knew you were just slow actually.

Like. You were sort of stupid actually.

"James. My names James Lee." He introduced himself while walking closer to you, moving his lollipop to the other side of his mouth to talk to you clearer.

You stared at him for a bit, one second. Two seconds. Three seconds. Click!

"OHH YOU'RE— OHHHHH" it was amusing how it took you a bit to know who he was. A face to the name.

"Yeah."He pretended to wonder for a second soon saying your name. You nodded and smiled.

"Yeah! Whats up?"

"Oh nothing much, just wondering if I could use a bit of your time if you're not in a hurry." Of course you just freed yourself, so you complied with his request. His smile widened, not in a weird way but more so as in a pleased way.

"Sweet okay, I just have a question is all." He wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

"What's your type?"

Your brain short circuited.

There was no way THE James Lee had just asked you that. Of course, you barely payed attention to your friends stories of the guy. He has seemed interesting due to the amount of accomplishments he had done, he was the star student of the whole SCHOOL. Who wouldn't be shocked? Not only that, but he was fairly attractive.

If anything, you were a sore loser compared to him. You were just an average girl, an average social life, and hella shy. Plus you sucked in most of the sports you played that being volleyball and basketball.

So why would a genius like him be asking you this sort of question.

"Uhm... Well.." How were you supposed to tell him that you have NEVER been in a relationship without getting embarrassed.

"I guess someone who can put up with me...?" A chuckle left your lips, your answer sounding more like a question after responding with an unsure tone.

The silence James gave you made it even worse.

"I see." He muttered, the smirk never leaving his lips.

Now holding hands with James after a month you stared at the flowers in the ground.

"Did I just get asked out by James fucking Lee." Only did it take a month for you to actually register that you had been in a relationship with the most popular guy in school.

"Yeah."

"What the fuck."

Omg I posted this kinds of late but someone asked me if it was like another James story here and I had completely forgotten to post where I was inspired by for the story.

@spaceyflowerswriting! I didn't mean for it to look like their story, I was writing it during a school night rlly late so I'm so so sorry if it seemed like I had taken it😭

[cosmal]

you said hurt/comfort? maybe reader always gave to much of themselves in relationships (like they buy a lot of gifts, they’re the first one asking to hang out, stuff like that) and never had as much effort in return (w their ex partner for example idk) and when james (who’s love languages i hc are all) gives as much effort as reader does, and like buys them gift without reason, reader is just crying bc omg someone cares about me

this was really about me lmao i need comfort and very long sorry

pasta

summary no one has ever cooked you dinner before. james fixes that for you.

content james potter x fem!reader

note this req is literally from nov but i wrote it like two months agar and never posted im so sorry. also combined with this! request.

James bursts through your door with a mouthful of apologies already on his tongue.

"Sorry, I tried to knock but my hands were full!" he says breathlessly, holding a ridiculous amount of bags in his hands, mumbling sorry's for scaring you.

You stand at the bottom of your hallway with a hand held to your chest. "You okay? Do you need a hand?"

"Don't move a muscle," he says firmly when he reaches the kitchen bench, heaving his groceries up onto the marble with a groan. You move your hand to your lips to stifle a laugh.

"I don't want to be rude," you move to stand next to him at your kitchen island, "but what are you doing here?" You say it with a softness. He usually calls or messages you before he shows up at your flat.

"We made plans, remember," he says smiling. He kisses you on the side of your head before composing himself, starting to unpack the bags.

"I went to Morrison's and bought a bunch of stuff. Thought I'd cook you dinner." You did make plans, they were your idea. You didn’t expect him to do anything for you, you expected to maybe take him to the park for lunch or something.

"Oh," you say lightly.

You watch as he unpacks. Cloves of garlic, parsley, thickened cream, fettuccine, eggs, and pancetta. It looks like all the helpings for a carbonara. There's a Sara Lee chocolate bavarian sat to the side with frosted ice all over the cardboard that you assume is dessert. You've only been together for a few months and you're yet to have a homecooked meal together.

You're sure you've never had anyone cook you dinner before. Not without a reason or a special occasion. You worry suddenly that you've forgotten an important date.

You hum and smile along as James buzzes around the kitchen with enough energy to power a small country. You fret that you're tamping down his good mood but you're trying to remember your anniversary. And the first time you kissed. The first time you met. For a second you think you've forgotten your birthday.

He says something to you and you crack an uneven smile.

"Sweetheart?" he says again. He stops where he's got the side of his knife pressed into a head of garlic.

You blink. "Sorry, what did you say?'' You try to hide your emotion. Your voice is scratched with dread and you bite down into your lip to stay calm.

"I asked you how your day was," he repeats, setting the knife on his chopping board. He's grated half a block of cheese while you've been stuck in your head. You hope you haven't embarrassed yourself.

"Have I missed something?" you ask, voice drenched in worry. You hide your hands under the kitchen bench where you pick at your nails.

"Hmm?" he hums, eyebrows pinched together.

"You're cooking me dinner," you say, James's confusion worsens, "Is there a special reason?"

"Not really," he shrugs all blasé. This makes it worse. You don't understand.

"Then why..."

"Did you already have plans?" James worries, smile faltering. His confusion warps into something like embarrassment. "Sorry, honey, I didn't even ask."

"No, Jamie, it's not that!" you backtrack, feeling more awful than before. You just feel out of your own depth. "I've just never..."

He moves around the bench to stop where you're sitting on one of your bar stools. Your knees press into his thighs he's so close. "What's the matter?"

You grab his hands before you pick your nails raw. You think about hiding your embarrassment in his chest but decide against it. If you get too close to him you might forget bout the entire reason you're upset. You'd rather it that way but you're sure he wouldn't.

"I've never had someone cook for me," you admit quietly. You warm with a prickling heat and squirm in your rickety bar stool.

"Oh," he says, all sullen. "Well, that won't do."

You look up at him and worry you look pathetic. He cracks a smile and you're sure it's on your behalf. "What?"

"No one ever has cooked for you?" he asks. He's not rubbing in, he sounds shocked

"No," you say. You sound stupid, you're sure you look it too. You want to crawl up into a ball.

"Y/N, I know you've had boyfriends before." He knows about your past relationships and how they weren't the best. But surely they'd at least made you dinner. James overestimates them sorely.

"They never did any of this stuff for me," you sniffle. The first tear is a shock and then James is looking at you all upset and confused and the next one isn't as startling.

He wraps his arms around your back and holds you close to his chest quicker than you can reach to wipe your face. He presses slow and hot kisses into the top of your head and your tears worsen. They're sticky and thick, his cotton shirt catches the brunt of your embarrassment.

"I'm sorry," you mumble with the side of your face smooshed into his firm chest. It's too grounding and your tears don't slow like you wish they would.

"Hey, don't be," he says, smoothing a hand down your trembling back, "You deserve things."

You don't say anything, rubbing your cheek against his shirt. He tuts. "You deserve a relationship with effort, Y/N."

You hiccup. "I've never had someone care about me like you do."

James holds you so close you worry you're hurting him. He turns his head until his cheek is pressed into your hair and takes a breath. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," you say and try not to disturb where he's resting on top of you. You like it more than you should. "It's okay."

"It's not."

"It is," you sniffle and pull yourself from his hold. He lets you go though with a hesitance. "It is because now I've got you."

James finally cracks a smile. "Right," he sniffles to compose himself, "right and I'm about to make you the best carbonara of you life."

"I'm excited." You wipe the remnants of your upset from your cheeks and smile wetly.

"Good."

James sets to work. Buzzing around the kitchen after he'd plugged his phone into your sound system. Shuffling the playlist he made a week into your relationship. He sings his heart out, stirring whatever it is he's got going on in the pan.

You sit at the edge of the bench with the biggest smile on your face when he starts to serenade you. Wooden spoon held to his mouth, he sings an awful rendition of Lay All Your Love On Me by ABBA. You laugh so hard you think you might be too sick to eat the pasta.

Later on that night when you're too full to move, James slides a box across the table and says, "I also got you this." With the prettiest grin you've ever seen.

You're overwhelmed with love for you to be upset. Your boyfriend is lovely and you think you might be the luckiest girlfriend on the planet.

[twogyuu]

[1152]

pairing: vernon x fem!reader

synopsis: fluff/comfort, mild crack, established relationship (just like magic couple)

warnings: profanity

wc: idc - i don't wanna count today

a/n: for my sad bitches <3 im a sucker for back hugs shut up wbk. inspired by ten lee's 'lie with you.'

. . . .

"Why do you do it?" you ask.

"Do what?" Vernon asks in return. He removes one side of his over ear headphones.

You lean back into his chest, letting out a heavy sigh as you tilt your head up towards the deep purple, midnight sky. You feel him adjust his arms better around your shoulder and as if it is so natural, you reach up and cling onto his forearms, giving him a comforting squeeze.

"Your headphones," you look up at him, reaching up at tapping one ear. His lips spread in a sheepish smile. "You almost always have them on - even here, when things are quiet and I thought you'd like to enjoy the sounds of nature."

Vernon raises his brows curiously. "I wouldn't call a hill in the distance where you can still hear city traffic, 'nature.'"

You elbow him playfully. "You know what I mean."

"Well," Vernon leans forward and nuzzles his chin into the crook of your neck, "Sometimes, the world is just . . . too loud. Too many opinions, too many videos, too many sounds." He releases his arms from you and reaches up to remove his headphones. He takes you by surprise, adjusting them over your ear - a soft tune is playing, accompanied by a breathy, soothing voice. "And though trying to understand other perspectives is important, sometimes, it's overwhelming. Music blocks out that noise, let's me just be and centers myself."

"Grounds you like a rock," you hum, your body starting to sway to the beat.

Vernon hums, wrapping his arms around your waist now, swaying with you. "Something like that."

And because it seems like he needed it, that's exactly what you did - just let him be, soaking in the small moment, the chaos, the calm, the distance, the closeness. After all, the two of you were just two specks in an infinite amount of time and millions of the world - why not enjoy it?

Seven songs pass, now on James Arthur's 'Falling Like the Stars' (which you don't remember was a song you added on your suggestion or he found it voluntarily), you turn back around, tugging the headphones off your head and placing it over his ears again. Your hands don't quite leave the sides of his face.

Vernon looks at you dubiously, though he's suppressing a growing grin.

"Your turn," you say.

He reaches for one hand, letting it slip and press it closer to his cheek. "Next time, we need to bring earbuds - so we can both listen."

"Gross - and pretend like we're in some teen romcom running away from high school?" you fib, though it has your heart buzzing.

"I'll clean them," Vernon states matter-of-factly.

"Oh," you chortle, "That's not what I meant."

Vernon leans in and gives you a chaste kiss. it's fleeting as he's quick to pull back. He's not usually one for PDA (not that you were in public, but physical affection in general) - though you've been dating for quite some time, it still makes you flustered.

"I'm aware," Vernon chuckles as you turn back around hastily in embarrassment. "You say it's gross, but I know you love it."

"Maybe," you fib.

"Like you didn't daydream about being in some college friends-to-lovers with drive-in movies and late-night fast food diners," Vernon calls you out. He's well-aware of your obsession with 80's teen romcoms and infatuation with the seemingly dull but bright scenes.

"Stop exposing me like that!" you shrink forward, threatening to break his linked fingers to escape free.

"There's nobody here, but us," he states the obvious, pulling you closer anyway - not like you were trying that hard to run away.

"Still."

"It's okay if you love it, you know?"

You throw him a playful scowl over your shoulder.

"Let me make your dreams come true - 3AM dinner at Dino's Diner? I'll feed you fries," Vernon offers.

You fully spin around now, pushing him away by his chest. "Yes to dinner at Dino's Diner to live out my dreams - I'll feed myself the fries."

Vernon clicks his tongue against his teeth. "Fine - suit yourself."

You chortle, jumping off the hood of the car and holding a hand out to him. He's quick to follow, but rather than linking hands, he high-fives you instead.

"Hey!"

"You said stuff like this is gross," he calls as he starts opening the door on the driver side.

You both climb into the car and click on your seatbelts.

"But . . ." you squirm uncomfortably, "Not with you."

There's a shit-eating grin on his lips now as he turns the key and engine roars. Finally, he looks over to meet your eyes, his glowing bronze underneath the city lights from the distance. Vernon extends his hand, opening it up for you to take it.

"Thank you," you quip.

"No more lying," he warns as he backs up.

"Fine - b-but, you already know I like you," you stammer.

"Like?"

You groan. "Love."

"Doesn't hurt to say it aloud sometimes."

"Touche."

"I love you."

"Vernon!"

[randynova]

Lookism DG? Imagine a badass unconscious Y/n who’s like a fem Daniel? What will DG do? ❤️ Thanks, I appreciate you!

𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒜𝓉 𝐹𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝐹𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉

ᴅɢ/ᴊᴀᴍᴇs ʟᴇᴇ x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ? : ʏᴇs

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐞, 𝐃𝐆 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 — 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 — 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐭.

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A.N.: Sksksjk, thank youuu! And I hope you enjoy this one! 

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Running paths with DG in his youth led both of your lives down a different path, more than surprised when you both met your match. At the time of your meeting, when he still possessed his identity as James Lee, he ran into you while in the midst of a fight with a gang of the First Generation. It’s as if you were a deadly white shadow.

Meeting someone who fought brutally while unconscious is a feat he never expected — shattering his wrist and ribs all whilst never breaking a sweat, it truly humbled him. Yet, the same could be said for you when he dislocated your shoulders and crushed your patella.  Truly you were a force to be reckoned with and he had a difficult time keeping up with every punch and kick you threw at him, distracted by the black empty hues staring back at him.

One would say, it was love at first fight for you two. James grew a sort of infatuation with the woman, charmed by your insatiable need to beat him to a pulp. God, just something about a woman that could kill him had his heart pounding wildly and face flushing. He just had to meet you again.

Your second meeting did come sooner than anticipated but it came to be a surprise when he realized you were dueling with Gun, later he found out per Charles request —

Find the Phantom of Gangbuk and recruit them, perhaps then we would rid the trouble they cause for us.

Yet  James couldn’t help but watch in amusement when the gangster struggled to lay a hit on you, yet his eyes stayed glued to you, mesmerized by your dance of destruction as you laid blow after blow upon bruised inked skin, the same void gaze as Gun’s staring down at him as the man wilted. A semblance of a smile set itself on Jame’s features, resting his chin on his palm as he witnessed the fight unfold. To say the end was unsatisfying — Goo jumping in and knocking you fully unconscious with a jab to the back of your head with the handle of his sword — James knew how and where to find you.

And you hated it — at first.

Though you both started off as rivals, avoiding him as even being in the same room as the man led to both of you down each other's throats,  — James taunting you and you insulting him — it soon melted into one of mutual respect and care for one another. In your own special, aggressive way.

Though the title of couple became official a year afterwards, the two of you sometimes had your differences in term of social events. As so, he wishes he knew how to convince you to join him at his club, not avoid it like the plague.

Now as DG, he became a bit more open with you yet, could not help the disappointment of your dwindling quality time with him discourage the man and he indulged in Gun, who gladly accepted the invitation in exchange for a chat.

"Why would you date someone so….that? So unpredictable?" Gun grunts, lighting a cigar, taking a long deep drag before puffing out a cloud of smoke. The gangster slouched against the pink leather cushions, ignoring the calls from Goo as he danced in the pool with the girls. Hearing DG’s confession of dating you made Gun flinch, finally making understanding, as to why you turned down his advances before — nearly murdering him. Not that he minded. "A monster in the shape of a woman, huh….? She could destroy you one day while she's unconscious…."

Nothing I haven’t heard before, the man thought. DG stayed silent, playing with his drink and stirring the golden liquid around with his straw. The point of injury had already been made a couple years prior, yet it did not deter him from sticking around. In short, it only made DG all the more interested in you, charmed by your quick wit when he confronted you. He could still recall the chills he got when he finally saw the bright [E/C] eyes staring back at him. Smiling softly, he replied to Gun, his mind wandering to you. "She already did… Is that important?"

Gun scoffed, placing the cigar in between his lips and letting it trickle from the corners of his mouth. "No, I don't think so — seems like my kind of woman, really." Upon finishing his sentence, the popstar looks up at the man upon hearing the comment, narrowing his eyes as annoyance etched into his features. Though, Gun paid no mind and let his head lull back.  "But you shouldn't be so careless around her when she's in that state. Mm, she could really kill you…."

"I'm not careless. [Name] is my shadow and with her, I'm stronger…." The memory of every fight since meeting you had DG feeling nostalgic, the ends of his mouth twitching. The memory of you fluidly maneuvering through the crowd like a serpent in sea, disappearing out of sight with such speed, you practically flew as you kept his opponents at bay from attacking. The man sighed deeply, almost in a trance, " Afterall, 'To larger sight, the rim of the shadow is the line of light'. We complete each other but….” DG trailed off, sighing in a sort of defeat.

Gun sits up slowly, arching a brow at the man across from him, waiting for him to continue. It seemed odd. All of a sudden, the man spoke highly of you yet the hesitation that followed served to intrigue the gangster.

DG breathes out, clicking his tongue,“To me, she's… scary." He takes a sip of his drink, letting the alcohol run down his throat, leaving a bittersweet taste in its wake. God, if you were here to hear him say that, he would be met with the melody of your honeydew laughter, teasing him for admitting it so openly. Oh, now he’s starting to miss you again. The ache in his chest grew, wondering what you were doing tonight at your job.

The statement was true to an extent. You’re scary when you’re mad but your anger is usually directed to the girls trying to get into your boyfriend’s pants or the men making advances towards you. His fear was just as common as every man had to their girl and justifiable. But his fear extended to your unconscious state as well.

A grin stretches across Gun's face and he lets out a laugh, not quite expecting the man who helped create the four crews to fear you of all people. "Scary? Why?" he asks, amused.

DG thought about Gun's words, letting the simple question sink in. 

As the [Name] [Last Name] – a powerful woman with a right hook that leaves anyone buckling – were famed for being the Hidden Genius raised by Charles Choi, and the Shadow of James Lee. With a target on your back, you were a walking time bomb for many.

The particular reason you were considered one,  since you were considered the Hidden Genius and Shadow of James Lee, was due to your ability to fight without being conscious — with the intent to kill. Once you enter this state, you leave a trail of blood in your wake. With a blazing fire burning throughout your body, muscles screaming for mercy as your mind transitioned to mental plane boarding hysteria, you entered the state of ultra-instinct.

DG has seen it with Gun and seeing it with you had been almost as if he were in the presence of an archangel. And everytime he saw you in that state, he felt himself falling in love all over again.

Just recently, he came to know you were in charge of keeping the newly formed gangs in Gangbuk from rising to power like Ansan. According to Charles, your mission is to keep them at bay until the group itself dissolves on its own. DG just wished he didn’t leave you alone with such a task. With your charming smile and sweet voice, many of the crooked men trusted you and as much as he disliked the thought of another man touching you, you took advantage of that vulnerability — crushing them. You exploited your enemy’s weakness and defeated them without a second thought.

And DG loved that about you.

DG spoke up, staring up at Gun with a glazed look, surprising the man across from him. "When [Name] fights, she fights to kill and survive. But she won't stop unless she wakes up or falls asleep….”

Gun hums, glancing at Goo for a moment to make sure the blonde bastard didn’t cause any trouble. "Well, what do you do then?"

DG’s mind trailed once more, gaze falling to the floor. The resolve both of you found to work had been one based on pure luck, one he tried out of instinct as he had no other clue on how to deal with your behavior at the time without hurting you. The moment seemed to play like a record in his head, closing his eyes as he recalled the night so clearly.

Diego gripped the back of your neck with a rigid hold, palm against your nape, pressing the pads of his fingers to the sides of your throat firmly. You couldn't move your head, writhing against him as you attempted to swing your legs to kick him, elbows digging into his torso, trying to get free. 

Small grunts left him, gritting his teeth at the hard edge of your arm rammed into his ribs and the soles of your boots dug into his feet, his limbs throbbing at every blow you landed. Truly, he was at his wits end and desperate for a way to stop before he snapped himself.

He only had a window of three seconds to hold you in a different position that the one he currently had you in. And if his years of fighting taught him anything, it took less than a second for an opponent to land a blow, but at least five to regain composure. Considering his position, he was more inclined to take the chance of experimenting than having both of you coming out with stitches.

For a moment, Diego let go of you, counting in his head as he took hold of your bicep and spun you around on your heels, pressing you flush against his chest. If anything, he knew this was a chance worth taking to avoid injuring you.

Pressing his lips against your own, holding your wrists in his hands tightly, DG closed his eyes and stayed still. Seconds passed and slowly, he felt you stop squirming. As your bloodlust began to dissolve, your body began to regain its senses, mind now processing all the sensations wracking your form —- from new to familiar. Almost instantly did you go numb, twisting violently in his grasp and nipping at the man before you. 

But DG refused and deepened the kiss.

Diego’s lips were soft and warm, a contrast to the busted and cold ones of your own, and despite his firm grip, his touch remained gentle. The way his heart painted a tattoo to your sternum from how loud it pounded grounded you, the memories of the nights in your bed flooding your mind. The phantom touch of his arms around you made you shudder, back arching and pressing yourself closer into him.

The smoldering flame within your body began to flicker, welcoming the man as the fog began to clear up. Your arms shook in his grasp, slowly relaxing against him as your eyes fluttered shut, melting against him. The bliss he exerted, the adoration he poured into the kiss, it just felt right — so inviting and mellow, why wouldn’t you turn away from ultra-instinct?

It didn’t take long for you to fall limp, leaning into him as your knees began to buckle. At last, did you leave your unconscious fighting state and slip into a peaceful slumber. Poor thing, your energy must have been drained and you were perhaps already handing on a thin thread as it was!

Carefully, he let your body collapse and fall to the floor slowly, hands guiding you, and settling you down. As much as he wanted to admire your tranquil state, it’d be best to take you back to your shared apartment before any gangsters came across him.

Slithering a hand under you, Diego hooked an arm under your legs and wrapped his other hand firmly to your shoulder.  He hoisted you into the air, your head lulling and resting in his chest, snoring softly. He scoffed.

Who knew you were a sucker for his kisses unconscious as much as you were awake?

“It’s a private matter as to what method we use to help her…,” DG mutters, paying no mind to the flush of his ears and looking at his phone as a way to ignore Gun’s further inquiries. The bright display of the notification made his eyes light up, your text making his chest flutter. With the times you two avoided each other due to work, receiving a heartfelt message from you during those times made waiting for you worthwhile and even more eager to see you again.

Even if the whole world questioned his decision to be with such a strong woman, DG wouldn’t regret his decision — because it was you. He would never regret you. He was yours and yours alone, and vice versa. Besides, what other woman was willing to dominate him in both the streets and the sheets?

You were of course.

And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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©ʀᴀɴᴅʏɴᴏᴠᴀ || ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ || ɴᴏ ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs, ᴇᴅɪᴛs, ᴄᴏᴘʏɪɴɢ, ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛɪɴɢ, ᴇᴛᴄ. ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴄɪʀᴄᴜᴍsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇs.

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[marksmelodies]

james dean daydream

“you’ve got that james dean daydream look in your eyes”

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genre: fluff/angst/slight smut

warnings: suggestive, slight smut, cursing, kissing, talks about insecurity

minors dni

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“ i’m so nervous” jeno looks up at you as you finish the final touches on his makeup.

“ don’t be baby you’ll do amazing” you say kissing his lips before you put product on them

“mm one more” he pulls your face down to his lips once again

“ after this theres no more kisses, i don’t want to ruin your makeup” you scold

jeno was invited to walk in new york fashion week on behalf of a very talented designer,you were also attending the show as his plus one

the staff pile into your shared hotel room as they prepare jeno for the show,getting yourself ready you finish your makeup and slip into a silk black dress that was designed by who’s show you were about to attend

“ i’m sure you know how to introduce yourself, if you need help with anything your girlfriend will be there to translate for you, make sure to take lots of pictures if you want to take pictures with somebody just let the staff know” one of the show coordinators tells jeno. you thank the coordinator as she leaves the room ,the staff start leaving the room as well, leaving you and jeno alone for a moment

“ hi i’m jeno lee from nct nice to meet you” he rehearses pacing around the room

you chuckle at him

“ jen you’re going to do amazing” you rub his arms

walking into the show hand in hand you stop for the photographers and paparazzi as jeno makes his way backstage you sit down in your seat waiting for the show to begin he finally makes his way down the walkway looking handsome as ever, your smile couldn’t get any wider you greet him backstage with a big hug telling him how proud you are and how great he did you follow jeno around as he converses with people as well as taking photos with them

“ i’m so proud of you baby you’re my favorite model” you say squeezing his hand

the after party is a completely different vibe, loud chatter spreads throughout the venue as music plays, everyone has a glass of champagne in their hands

“ you look so sexy i wanna take you to the bathroom” jeno smiles causing his eyes to make half moon shapes

“ you’re telling me, you’re the one with almost your entire shirt unbuttoned, it’s taking everything in me to keep my hands to myself” you walk over to the couch that’s in the corner of the room taking a seat on it while jeno does the same

“ there’s a lot of people here” you bounce your leg anxiously

jeno notices as he puts his hand on your knee

“ we can go if your overwhelmed baby”

“ no it’s okay jen i just wanna sit here for a bit”

jeno knew you didn’t do well with crowds, you got overstimulated easily, but the fact that you were willing to do this for him made his heart flutter

“ i’m going to get some water, you want anything?” you ask your boyfriend, he shakes his head no as you walk away heading towards the bar

“ oh my god y/n” you hear someone call to you

“ sabrina hi” you hug her

“ it’s been so long, i saw you at the show but you were a bit busy it looked like” she says laughing

“ yeah i’m here translating for my boyfriend who was in the show”

“ jeno right? i met him earlier he’s super sweet you two look amazing together” as you and her chit chat for little you say your goodbyes as you walk back towards the couch completely forgetting about the water you initially wanted from a distance you see a girl sitting in what was once your spot on the couch talking to jeno you recognized the her, she was also a korean singer, you never met her personally but you knew of her laughing as she playfully smacks your boyfriends arm, jeno is leaned as far back into the couch’s arm rest trying his best to keep a distance from her, you feel your stomach drop as you approach them

“ hey” you say standing behind jeno setting a hand on his shoulder he immediately stands up wrapping an arm around your waist as you slightly rub his back

“ this is my girlfriend y/n” jeno introduces you

“ oh my gosh hi it’s so nice to meet you” she says almost too excitedly

“ hi it’s nice to meet you too” you smile at her, you and jeno walk around mingling for the rest of the night, out of the corner of your eye you see the same girl staring at jeno from around the room ,you brush it off continuing your conversations

“ hey i’m going to go to the bathroom and then i think i’m ready to head out” you tell jeno as the night came to an end

“ sounds good baby i’ll wait outside the door for you”

as you wash your hands you hear the familiar voice that had been obnoxiously ringing in your ear coming from outside the bathroom

“ so you have a girlfriend like for real” she says

“ yep” jeno says slightly annoyed

“ that’s such a bummer, we would look so much better together” she laughs

“ if anything happens with you and her you know where to find me”

you don’t hear anything after that, assuming it’s safe to leave the bathroom,jenos head snaps up as he hears the door open

“ you ready to leave” he asks

“ yeah are you” you try your best not to start sobbing then and there

“ yeah let’s get out of here”

you’re a pretty sensitive person, you take things personally and end up other thinking situations. this was definitely one of them ,the car ride home was silent, you were too busy caught up in your own thoughts

“ am i not good enough for him”

“ is he better off with someone hotter than me” you thought to yourself while looking out the window

“ you alright?” jeno places his hand on your thigh snapping you out of your zone

“ oh um yeah, im just tired that’s all” you force a smile to your lips

walking into the hotel room you let him shower first as you lose yourself to your thoughts again,grabbing your phone you quickly search up her social media

“ god she’s really is beautiful” you whisper to yourself feeling all your confidence being stripped away from you. the sound of the door opening brings you back to reality,jeno walks out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel around his waist, his hair still soaking wet, you look at him for a moment,usually the sight of your half naked boyfriend would turn you on but not tonight, the sight of him made your heart break a little

“ he’s too good for me” you think as you squeeze past him to enter the bathroom

surprisingly you held your tears in throughout the whole shower not wanting to cause an alarm to jeno,changing into your sink shorts and silk button up shirt you brush your teeth and finish your skincare.you hadn’t said a word to jeno since you got to the room,not that you were upset with him, you knew if jeno could he would’ve told the girl to fuck off but he was in public and had an image to obtain

jeno joins you in bed shortly after you, he grabs your waist pulling you into him leaving kisses up and down your neck he starts to unbutton your shirt. you let him,he brings one of your boobs to his mouth as he plays with the other one leaving marks down your body until he reaches your shorts as he quickly takes them off

“ no underwear tonight huh? you dirty girl” he kisses your lips

“ you’re so beautiful my love” he lets his hands roam your body

you’ve never been so insecure than you are in this very moment,jeno spreads your legs as he looks at you before pushing into your hole

“ fuck” he groans before moving faster, eventually ramming his cock into you, you don’t know what happened, maybe it’s because you bottled up your tears the whole night but as he was fucking himself into you you break,you begin sobbing your eyes out has your body shakes from having trouble breathing due to how hard your crying

jeno immediately pulls out,extremely confused he sits you up as he settles in front of you

“ babe did i hurt you” he asks worried,you shake your head as sobs leave your mouth again, jeno scoops you up into his arms wrapping them around you as your head cries into the crook of his neck

“ sweetheart what’s wrong” jeno rubs your back,trying your best to calm down you begin to take heavy breaths

“ i overheard the conversation when i was in the bathroom” jeno know immediately what you are talking about

“ i’m not good enough for you and everyone knows it” you cry

“ nu uh, stop it, look at me right now” he holds your head in his palms

“ you are everything i ever dreamed of and more, you are absolutely enough for me” he says sternly

“ you want to know what i as thinking about the whole night tonight?” he asks, you nod sniffling

“ i thought wow i cant wait to marry her” he looks into you eyes “ the way you looked so hot in your dress, the way you did nothing but support me tonight and every night, the way you hate crowds but still came with me to help make sure i understood everything, there is no one in this world that is more caring… and more sexy than you are”

“really” you looked up to him as the tears left your eyes

“ yes really” he answered as you leaned into his lips giving him a passionate kiss,he instantly kissed you back letting his hands roam your naked body once again

“ will you let me finish showing you how much i love you” he whispers laying you back down

“ yes jeno i need you” you whine

“ god i love you so much y/n, never forget it”

“ i love you too jen”

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[anticapitalistclown]

Clownie babe I will pay you a liver and a kidney of mine for you to make the (lookism x reader couple visuals) a series 🙏🙏🙏

Need a Dg and gun one 😔😔😔

no need to do that! since I already did the Gun one I'll give you the DG one.

pd. your ask motivated me to make this a series, thanks <3

James Lee x fem!reader, visuals

[nightangle9]

hello can you make a james lee headcanon with a smut.... thank youu

James Lee X Fem Reader

NSFW Headcannons

He is enticing. His touch, his voice, his eyes. Everything. Everything about him is enticing.

He is known for being good at everything. So it's obvious that he would be a literal god at sex.

The teasing, the anticipation, the desparation, the sensual touches. He's so good at it, you lose your damn mind.

Eye contact. He maintains it. All the time. While eating you out, while fingering you and most of all....while fucking you.

His mood changes from teasing you to literally overstimulating you till you cry out. Begging him to stop while you lose count of how many times you've orgasmed.

Caresses your body while whispering in your ear. How good you make him feel, how good you're for him. Praises you so much everytime you do it.

Beg him. It turns him on. He is superior than everyone. He wants to feel like he's superior than everyone. It's so hot seeing you on your knees begging for him.

But when he does fuck you. It's so rough. So so rough. You can feel him upto your stomach. Your moans and whines fill up the room as he thrusts his full length into you.

He knows the exact spots, the exact touches to make you whine, to make you scream. And he implements them so expertly that you see stars before your eyes.

Everytime you can do it, everyplace you do it he makes you feel so good that you always end up longing for more.

Definitely a dom. It's just isn't in his blood to bow down to anyone or let anyone take control of him. And when you try to do so he likes to show you who's exactly in charge.

So sweet during aftercare. Prepares you bath, washes your body, massages you. Just really loving after sex.

[tsireyasyawntu]

𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐀 & 𝐋𝐨𝐊 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 , 𝐡𝐜 & 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 (𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭!)

ᥫ᭡ i was thinking.. since i am doing an event for james cameron avatar movies I & II , why not do the original avatar, as well as LoK? <3

ᥫ᭡ requests are open, characters + (some) prompts are listed below, feel free to request your own prompt/ideas/scenario’s and i will be more than happy to write it!!

(୭౿ fluff / ᡣ𐭩 angst)

♥︎ - romance・★ - platonic・📥 - request・🗓️ - most recent

ᥫ᭡ RULES AND GUIDELINES ೃ༄

rules are simple, please follow<3 love u!

I don't get to answering requests as often as I used to, so if i don't answer your request for a couple months don't worry, i will most likely get to it! If i don't ever answer your request, it probably accidentally got deleted so feel free to request it again!

things like Abuse, manipulation, references to sexual themes and mentions of gore will absolutely not be found on my blog.

They are tiggers for some people so it is an avoidance!

im not super selective with my requests, but I will only do the ones that i find i have motivation for- because i want to give you guys good fics!!

please do not copy, translate, transfer, or claim any of my work! If you would like to, please ask me. If i say yes, please give me credit.

WILLS ; Fem! reader, Fem! Character, male! character troupes; bffs to lovers, enemies to lovers, etc. Fluff, Angst, Hurt/comfort

WONTS ; Incest r/pe p3dophilia, male! reader poly relationships, e/him pronouns for reader, pregnancy

ᥫ᭡ CHARACTERS ೃ༄

ATLA

༊*·˚ princess azula

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only you - princess azula x fem! earthbender! reader📥 , ♥︎

red lipstick stains - princess azula x fem! maid! reader 📥 , ♥︎ , 🗓️

balance - azula x fem! waterbender! princess! reader 📥 , ♥︎ , (coming soon!)

turtle ducks - princess azula x fem! reader 📥 , ♥︎ , (coming soon!)

show off! - princess azula x fem! reader 📥 , ♥︎ , (coming soon!)

headcannons

༊*·˚ toph beifong

oneshots

whispers in the dark - toph beifong x fem! firebender! reader 📥 , ᡣ𐭩 , 🗓️

seriously? - toph beifong x fem! non!bender! reader 📥 , ♥︎ , (coming soon!)

past, but not future - toph beifong x fem! firebender! reader 📥 , ♥︎ , (coming soon!)

the only one i see - toph beifong x fem! waterbender! reader 📥 , ♥︎ , (coming soon!)

by your side - toph beifong x fem! nonbender! reader 📥 , ♥︎ , (coming soon!)

headcannons

༊*·˚ katara

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heartless - katara x fem! reader 📥 , ♥︎ , ᡣ𐭩 (coming soon!)

headcannons

༊*·˚ prince / fire lord zuko

oneshots

the unfamiliarity of a gentle flame - prince zuko x fem! airbender! reader 📥 , ♥︎ , (coming soon!)

promise - prince zuko x fem! reader 📥 , ♥︎ , (coming soon!)

headcannons

༊*·˚ suki

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my kind of woman - suki x fem! reader 📥 , ♥︎ , (coming soon!)

headcannons

༊*·˚ sokka

oneshots

headcannons

༊*·˚ ty lee

oneshots

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༊*·˚ mai

oneshots

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TLoK

༊*·˚ avatar korra

oneshots

headcannons

༊*·˚ asami sato

oneshots

headcannons

༊*·˚ bolin

oneshots

headcannons

༊*·˚ mako

oneshots

headcannons

༊*·˚ lin beifong

oneshots

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༊*·˚ kya

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༊*·˚ kuvira

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headcannons

ᥫ᭡ SOME (ROMANTIC) PROMPT IDEAS ೃ༄

of course, these are only some prompts. You can request headcannons you want and also scenarios! once again, request are open!!

"i can't pretend anymore."

"you need to know that i have grown to care for you. deeply."

"i've loved you since the moment i first laid my eyes on you."

"you deserve to know."

"it's you. it's always been you."

"are you really so oblivious?"

"there isn't anything that i wouldn't do for you."

"I was made to love you."

“I cannot bare to be apart from you anymore."

"please. please just listen to me."

"don't make me say it. i can't say the words."

"you are all i can think about."

"'I can't fathom the idea of my life without you in it."

"i dream of you. all i do, is dream of you."

"i am so very in love with you."

"is it so obvious how infatuated i am?"

"for years i have yearned for you, in secrecy and silence."

"we have just met and yet it feels like i have known you for a lifetime."

“you are everything. everything."

"it hurts me, just how much i ache for you."

"i don't know if i can't bring myself to speak it."

"I know that this is not what you want to hear..."

"after everything you've done, i still love you. with all i am."

"it's true."

"i cannot stand you, and yet i also cannot stand to be away from you."

[unreleasedwrites]

Um hi I am kinda shy and can you please do a lookism men x black fem reader?

drabbling about lookism characters w a black woman

pov: lookism characters dating a black woman

character(s) included: multiple; Daniel Park, Zack Lee, Warren Chae, Euntae Lee, Jace Park, Jake Kim, Sinu Han, Jay Hong, Eli Jang, Kwak Brothers, Johan Seong, Gun Park, Samuel Seo, Goo Kim, Vin Jin, Yoojin, Yooseong, Baek Hangyeol, Baek Gyeol, Diego Kang/James Lee, Seongji Yook, Jaegyeon Na, Gitae Kim

cw: my opinion, tbh I wasn’t sure how to do this and I’d like to just state that I am not a black woman, but I did try my best to get this request done from what I know in social media and experiences of other black women that I know with their mans, although this can lowkey be seen as any person since i dont really know how to put ideas about them w a specific race, but i tried my best 😭, also wasn’t sure which character would do which so just imagine someone else if you’d like, in this scenarios— they all love you veryyyyyyyy much so if yiu imagine someone like yoojin doing all that for you, remember he is obsessed w you and they all are in these fics and drabbles ( im delusional ), also there are a lot of characters in each because i feel like they all could do that 😭😭

unwrapped on: Sunday Night, April 28 2024

wrapped up on: Saturday Night, May 11 2024

published on: Saturday Night, May 11 2024 (at around 9 PM)

Absolutely head over heels

Absolutely loves seeing you in FLASHY colors. He solely thinks that it highlights your skin tone incredibly well and he just loves matching with you whenever he can. He gets himself involved with all your hair appointments, even though they can take up to literal HOURS. He will literally and deliberately sit there and happily watch you without any complaints. Loves seeing your finished hairstyles, whether it’s any sort of braids, extensions, laid out edges, or new wigs that you had custom made— he is absolutely amazed with how it all turned out. This man tries to help you with your hair but really can’t figure it out so he ends up just watching you as per usual, patient and puppy dog eyed. Even if he isn’t used to it, he will try to do your makeup happily if you let him. If you do, he will be overjoyed and start off with your skincare products and the makeup is only after that. He clings onto you like a lost puppy whenever you just got back from shopping or an appointment because you just look, oh sooo pretty and he doesn’t know how to tell you that in words.

Daniel Park, Zack Lee, Warren Chae, Euntae Lee, Jace Park, Jake Kim, Sinu Han, Jay Hong, Eli Jang, Kwak Brothers, Johan Seong, Yooseong, Baek Hangyeol, Seongji Yook

If he wanted to he would (rich version)

Will rearrange his ENTIRE day to day schedule just for you. He will take you to get your hair done whenever and wherever you want. He comes around at the end of all your appointments to pay and smother you in compliments about how good you look, and if you don’t like what the stylist did, he’ll take care of it. He pays for everything, from your hair and lashes to your nails and makeup products. He doesn’t care about how much it all costs, as long as you’re happy with how it turned out and the service or products, he will never complain or even bring up having to pay for stuff because you can provide for yourself and actually don’t need him financially— but he insists. Of course, you find ways to make it up to him to which he is very happy with. Even if the stylist seemingly did a pretty bad job, he will never admit that even if it were true. He will make sure you feel secure and that it isn’t bad at all, and he immediately books and pays for your new appointment with your favorite stylist.

Gun Park, Samuel Seo, Goo Kim, Yoojin, Baek Hangyeol, Baek Gyeol, Diego Kang/James Lee

You’re just too perfect

Would love to try out the things you do normally but he’s never done before. Wearing bonnets? Count him in. Wanna do braids on / with him? He doesn’t mind. Cook him food he hasn’t tried before? He’ll love it as long as you made it. Also loves seeing GOLD on you. It just highlights your skin tone so well and he makes sure you’re always wearing what you’d like but he loves seeing you in shiny jewelry because it just compliments you so well. Loves all the hairstyles you do but one of the ones that baffles him the most is when you just unwrapped your silk press. He thinks its so satisfying and this man is also head over heels with every single aspect of your body. It doesn’t matter where or why, how small or how big, he is just absolutely obsessed with you. He will also specifically give you his clothes with the colors that he thinks suit you so insanely well.

i feel like all of them 😭😭: Daniel Park, Zack Lee, Warren Chae, Euntae Lee, Jace Park, Jake Kim, Sinu Han, Jay Hong, Eli Jang, Kwak Brothers, Johan Seong, Gun Park, Samuel Seo, Goo Kim, Vin Jin, Yoojin, Yooseong, Baek Hangyeol, Baek Gyeol, Diego Kang/James Lee, Seongji Yook, Jaegyeon Na, Gitae Kim

notes: some are in the cw (content warnings), but also im gonna be insanely busy for like the next 2 weeks but I will upload a masterlist (even though i dont have much works lol), plus an about me post so you can see info on requesting and what i write, i only wanted to post the about me since the masterlist is kinda empty, but in my about me post there is a supposed link that leads to the masterlist so yeah… Also if you look at my masterlist, you’ll be able to see what im currently writing in my drafts and some fics i may do soon!! andDDDDdddDd TYSM FOR 100 FOLLOWERS (107 to be exact) IM SO GRATEFUL FOR ALL OF YALL AND I NEVER WOULDVE IMAGINE THAT I COULD GET HERE AND THATS ALSO WHY IM UPLOADING THE MASTERLIST AND ABOUT ME 😭😭 also because ill be busy my only post within the next week and about a half will just be the masterlist and about me post so im sorry abt that but after ill be back to writing !! 💝💝 thank you so much ❤️🤍

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Once again, I hope this isn't too bad and I will be doing more of these drabbles so just feel free to request but try to specify if a drabble is actually what you’re looking for and not a one shot, thank you!! 💝