#like i think so hard all the time about how i can be a better friend and talk about myself less and then i get the chance to and just...don

[galene-gothic]

𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾’𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗌

୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊ I hope this reading found you in good health, every reblog is appreciated and thank you for everything :) ˖♡ ˎˊ˗ ꒰ 🐇 ꒱

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︎︎⊹ ! ೀ Pile 1 ꒱

Right away, your future spouse is a scarily hard worker like a hardcore hustler. They’re often thinking about their work because to them it’s a huge responsibility, they are always thinking about ways to work harder and do more in terms of work, to make their work better in some way. Also, they’re someone who doesn’t show when they’re struggling. They follow the classic philosophy of “if a problem can be solved, there’s no use worrying about it and if it can’t be solved, worrying will do no good.” They’re really wise and mature, they’re also refined yet raw. Due to how refined, wise and mature they are, they might not fit in with others because unfortunately, most people are not that way, in fact, due to how people feel intimidated by them, others could act as if your person is the superficial one and the fact that despite their refined nature, they have candid and clumsy moments, and are just so down to earth leads to others misunderstanding and criticising them but they still choose to practice gratitude and stay true to themself. They’re also able to maintain a very “fake it till you make it” mindset, except they’re not even really faking it, they believe that a person doesn’t become ‘somebody’ just because they achieved stuff externally, they believe that a person is always ‘somebody’ before they even achieve anything at all. Which is why they pay curtsy to everyone and try to maintain a confident, elegant and abundant mindset. They’re also very independent. They are able to overcome and grow from every obstacle that they face. When they’re faced with the consequences of their actions or even just bad luck.

If they can think about a time when they did something that caused someone else to experience a similar situation, they just take it as bad karma and work through it with grace instead of victimising themself. They’re able to accept both the positives and negatives that may cover their way because they understand that that’s just the way life is. They understand that life is a growing experience and that life would be very boring if it weren’t for the ups and downs. They have something very ‘dream girl/boy’ about themself. They’ve dealt with moments when they’ve felt like no one was there for and with them. They’ve felt left out in the cold and unsupported by others. They’ve dealt with break ups (be it romantic or platonic) but have been able to find solace within themself. At such times, when life seems to be throwing curveballs their way, they go within themself to find answers, they look to the past and move forward while still making the most out of their present. They’re also extremely loyal regarding matters of the heart (love of any sort - romantic, platonic, familial, so on and so forth). They’re extremely ride or die and because they themself, have experienced low moments, they know how to connect with those who are struggling. They have a lot of empathy for those they love. They try to understand their loved ones on a close personal level, desiring to know their vulnerabilities, weaknesses, shadows and skeletons, wanting to love them through it all. I hope that you enjoyed the reading and that it resonated, much love and take care, until next time 💞.

︎︎⊹ ! ೀ Pile 2 ꒱

Your future spouse is extremely ambitious, they have it in them too push forward despite the self consciousness, fear or criticism from others. They are very fiery as a person and pretty connected to their inner child. They actively think about their childhood and try to work through any issues that may have stemmed from back then. They know how to have fun and act childlike at times. They know how to play with an idea and let it grow into what it wants to be over time. They know how to not commit to things that may not lead to the results that they desire. They’re also really good at communicating and especially when writing, the writings that they put out - be it an email, message or article, they try to make sure that it has a certain eloquence to it. They’re extremely charming, I’m getting ‘Rasputin’ by Boney M. They possess a natural charisma due to their ability to use words to their advantage, have fun and their fiery nature when it comes to life, including their ambitions. They’re probably really popular among the ladies (if it’s a man that you’re inquiring about) 😭. How dare they? How dare they be attractive to girls who are not you? Ahaha, well, good for you though, they’re a total heartthrob. Despite, their fiery nature, they have a certain grounded quality to them, they know how to adjust their priorities in order to experience the life that they desire to live. They also have a tendency to have their work consume them, when they’re working, they dislike having anyone even talk to them because they’re so immersed and focused, and they work really well. They prioritise play and know how to have fun but they don’t do it at the expense of their work. They’re very intense, when they work hard, they work hard and when they play hard. they play hard. They’re quite a flirt honestly but when it comes to love, they’re very loyal, they desire to be their partner’s fully and to have their partner be their’s completely too. You may wonder why being this way is admirable but it truly is, they have a very well rounded character.

Even though they’re popular with the ladies or gents (depending on who you’re inquiring about), they do not forget their own values and character. They know how to hold themself to high standards while still treating those around them with respect. They know how to climb the social ladder without scamming, cheating and lying to people. Also, random but their sexual capabilities are great too, their tongue does more than just spew out charming words after all 😔. They know how to put themself first and be an old school respectable person in many ways. They know how to value certain traditions and values without putting down those who aren’t traditional. They know how to have a nuanced understanding of everything and understand that everyone goes through phases. They know how and when to give tough love, they also know how to grow through tough love. They’re very intense so if someone hurts their feelings, they’ll either outright cut them off, refusing to communicate at all or will stand up for themself very firmly. If something doesn’t make sense to them, if they feel wronged, they are going to fight back for themself. They’re also going to stand up for you and fight for you if anyone wrongs you. When they love people, no matter how many arguments or troubles may come in, they don’t leave them. They have it in them to ride until the end. However, when things do end, they have the ability to realise that if the other person gave up or treated them a certain way, the loss wasn’t even great to begin with. They have strong self respect and will move on completely without any attachments at all if wronged. They’re very loving and caring though, they pay attention to the little details and also express love in grand ways. They’re also fiercely loyal once committed so it makes sense as to why they get so angry when they’re wronged. They’ll always have your back though. I hope that you enjoyed the reading and that it resonated, much love and take care, until next time 💞.

︎︎⊹ ! ೀ Pile 3 ꒱

Your future spouse is really good with words. They’re very charming and they do it in a very swift, and unsuspecting manner. They’re adored deeply. They’re very childlike and ambitious in their thinking. They are able to have free ambitions the way children do. They’re quite fearless, they have it in them to push towards their goals regardless of what the outside world may be saying because there’s a certain childlike quality to the way they think. They prioritise passion and excitement, they explore different hobbies, skills and things. For them, stimulation is very important. They’re also always able to stand empowered. This pile is similar to pile 2 but pretty different at the same time. Your person is confident and doesn’t fear things as much as pile 2’s person does. They’re also very competitive, they excel in almost every field and they’re known for it. Just a really multifaceted person. They’re well skilled in multiple areas and things. They’re really loveable, they know how to have fun and when they’re around, it’s automatically more fun and lively. They have a very “we live once, might as well do it all” kind of mindset. Their reflexes are impressive too. Also, they’re a fast learner. They overcome obstacles with ease and grace, pretty fast too because they don’t even let anything get to them. They’re consistently working on their goals causing them to achieve their dreams pretty quickly and efficiently. They have a strong sense of direction and don’t let their head or actions go to the wrong places. They’re communicative and are able to keep up with fast paced, high energy environments. They’re a crazy competitor to have in this fast paced world.

Success is attracted to them just because of the way they think, are, act, etc. They’re hopeful regarding everything and are also able to make friends easily. They’re consistently making progress in life. If right now, them and another person were in the same position as an intern, they could come out as a CEO in just a few years while the other person would have come up to be an employee. Not only are they this strong, fun and dynamic personality wise but also very mature when it comes to emotions. They try their best to understand the emotions and mindset of the other person. They like to form peaceful resolutions and have the understanding that healthy relationships require compromise. They don’t mind making major sacrifices for those that they love. They try to communicate and move on from resentments. They truly do want to make it right with those they love, even with those who they don’t have attachments to, they choose to be the bigger person. Also, due to how much they have and their mindset that’s whole and mature yet childlike, they’re genuinely happy for others. They know how to clap for other people’s achievements and genuinely mean good, genuinely feel happy for them. I aspire to be more like your future spouse ahaha. Also, even though, they’re forgiving, mature, sacrificing and try their best to communicate, and work through differences (they’re really good at accepting people’s differences, especially their loved ones’), once they’re done, you’re as good as dead to them. I hope that you enjoyed the reading and that it resonated, much love and take care, until next time 💞.

[saetoshis]

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ ON DUTY | kaiju no. 8 headcanons

⋆୨୧˚ WITH: ichikawa reno ; hoshina soshiro ; gen narumi

⋆୨୧˚ SUMMARY: where and how they like to fuck you on-base!

⋆୨୧˚ MATURE CONTENT WARNINGS:

fem reader, exhibitionism, suit play [?], oral f. receiving, creampie, pet names [baby, pretty girl], MDNI.

⋆୨୧˚ ICHIKAWA RENO

one thing about reno is his ability to be sly when he needs to. thinking outside the box, considering enemy moves one step ahead - he can truly be sneaky. that might be why he so easily came up with a plan to sneak out after lights-out just to meet up with you. he found an empty office, making sure patrols or cameras were nowhere to be found.

"shh, little quieter, okay?" reno mutters under his breath as he presses his palm over your mouth gently, his other hand having two fingers buried inside your needy pussy. you're so close together, having only a cramped space to do this; your legs wrap around his waist as you sit on the desk, chest pressed up against his. "just moan into my hand, yeah, like that."

"h-hard to be quiet when you're- mm- going so hard," you whimper out airily into his hand, your head reeling back when he fucks his fingers into you a certain way. your thighs shudder around him, and you can feel his cock growing harder each second he's pressed up against you. your arms wrap around his neck, fingers flitting through his hair erratically.

"gonna put it in now, 'kay?" reno pants out in need as he replaces his fingers with his cock, sliding in languidly and savoring each and every desperate enclosure of your cunt around him. he moans out a small 'fuck' when he starts to rut his hips, letting them merge into a quick rhythm that has you clinging onto him and whimpering against his big shoulder. "f-fuck, baby... feels so good. want you to cum on my dick, yeah."

the two of you are so lost in ecstasy that you don't realize the rhythmic bump of the desk against the wall, desperately attempting to muffle each other's moans and mews as you get closer and closer. with a heavy final rut and a shuddered moan out loud, you both are sent reeling in pleasure as you make a mess of each other. reno tries to catch his breath, coming to with a small gasp, "fuck, do you think anybody heard? i should find a better place next time..."

⋆୨୧˚ HOSHINA SOSHIRO

hoshina isn't one for breaking the rules necessarily, or even one to slack off while on the clock - but tonight was different. it was unbelievably late, the whole third division command center was essentially empty, and all kaiju within a ten mile radius were silent on the radar. maybe he could get away with it...

he doesn't even bother slipping out of his anti-kaiju suit before he's lifting you onto the control panel counter, lips pressing messy, open-mouthed kisses along the crook of your neck. all he can think about is how dirty it feels to fuck you where anybody could walk in at any moment. "wanna try somethin' new i've been thinkin' about."

"huh?" you query between heavy panted breaths, slipping your thighs further apart on either side of his hips to accommodate him. you both watch closely as his fingers slowly remove your suit, wandering your waist, then your hips, then your panties. all hoshina mutters along the shell of your ear is a rasped, "i'll show you what."

you finally start to put two and two together when he unzips his own tight-fitted suit, yet keeps it on his body as he presses the head of his cock against the wet spot on your panties. he languidly slips the fabric to the side, letting out a low grunt as he presses his forehead against yours when he ruts forwards. "fuck- wanna see how much you can take with the suit on. you can handle it, can't ya?"

you nod eagerly, already letting out little whines in time with each heavy rock of his hips. it already feels more intense than usual, and he hasn't even put much force into it. you shudder when he picks up the pace, his muscles tautening each time he ruts harder in succession. it's when his hands grip at your thighs and he fucks a bit rougher that you're whimpering out behind your hand in an attempt to stay quiet. "shh- that's it, take it. think you can lemme work up to 50% tonight?"

⋆୨୧˚ GEN NARUMI

narumi doesn't have a problem playing it a little risky, especially when it comes to work. he'd rather laze around as long as possible before he has to get suited up - but backwardly, he also has no problem taking his time fucking you on a time crunch, either.

"narumi, aren't you supposed to start patrol in like, 5 minutes?" you pant out between strained whimpers, trying so hard not to get sucked into his explorative touches and tantalizing kisses. you hold back a shudder when his hand drags up your shirt, circling your nipple and watching it eagerly harden under his fingers. "can't be doing this right now..."

"don't care," he sneers and flashes you an obstinate, yet enigmatic look in his eyes as he slips your shirt upwards. he has you lay on your back as he dips his head down your chest, leaving flicks of his tongue and panted kisses on your tits. it's when his fingers start rubbing between your thighs that you start to cave, feeling a pressure building in your body. narumi looks back up at you, a mischievous glint in his gaze. "wan' you to cum all over my face before i leave. not gonna suit up 'til you do, pretty girl."

"that's so irresponsible-" you start, cut off by a shivered gasp when he slips your shorts and panties off and buries his face between your legs. his tongue swipes along your clit as his fingers dig into the plushness of your hips, little groans leaving his mouth as he tastes and tastes until he's satisfied. knowing him, it'll take a while before he is. "p-please, narumi, they're gonna yell at you."

"don't care. think they're gonna fire me? their strongest captain? nahh," narumi sneers before returning his tongue back to your clit, sucking and rolling his tongue against it over and over again. he knows you're close, he knows how your body works. it's when he uses his fingers to curl against that spot in your walls that he's moaning out, 'cum for me, cum for me, yeah', and watching you shudder as you release all the pent-up stress from your week. a voice sounds over his receiver, barking orders for him to hurry to command center. he sighs, "i know, i know. i'm on the way now."

he turns off the mic again, his little grin coming back to his face. "see? got it done in five minutes, didn't i? better wait for when i get back, yeah? not done with you just yet."

2024 SAETOSHIS. do not copy/repost.

[mostly-imagines]

🌻 anon here

The last few days I stumbled into a few posts about Jason having +18 pics of reader in his phone and I just can't stop thinking "would he tho??" Like would he trust enough his device to have r18 pictures of the one he love and literally worship in his phone??? Knowing he knows damn well how easy it is nowadays to get those types of pictures through hack and stuff??

And I'm not saying he would share the pics, HELL NO he would never. But because I don't think he would trust his phone -and also because it cracks me up- I imagine him having a Polaroid to take the pics. The photos get printed automatically and if he have to he can't literally burn those without having to overthink about someone hacking his phone.

Like can you imagine him just casually take a Polaroid you didn't know where there out his nightstand and taking a pics of you while you reaching your peak??

Anyways all of that just to ask what one of my fav Jason writers would think about the whole Jason having spicy pics of you in this phone

18+

i’ve honest to god been thinking about this non stop since you sent it sunny

i think you're dead on, jason's protective streak rings too loud in his mind to ever take the chance of someone else maybe seeing those photos of you. personally, i’m of the belief that he uses his phone for the most practical purposes only and that his photo gallery is borderline empty, with few exceptions of nondescript images. like the only pictures of you on his phone don’t show your face or any revealing information about you. yeah, he’s a little paranoid in that way but it just makes his alternative that much more interesting.

there’s also something about it that feels more personal, more intimate. there’s not a chance in hell those photos are going near another person and he likes the idea that you’re giving him this amount of vulnerability and trust.

i also think he is an avid supporter of your personal autonomy and feels better knowing that if you want a picture gone, all you have to do is burn it and it's gone forever. he doesn't really like the idea that so many things on electronics can be spread or seen without you even knowing, so he's perfectly fine to stash a few polaroids in unsuspecting places.

he’d be really hesitant to ask you the first time, he was worried he’d make you uncomfortable or that you’d think it was weird. the thought initially came about after he’d gone on an away mission that lasted twice as long as it was supposed to and he was bordering on losing it without a single image of you. that, and frankly, he was stressed and he has never experienced a stress relief quite like you.

so the night he comes back he’s kissing you hard and rubbing up against you, but all he can think about is how badly he wants to capture all your facial expressions and imagery he couldn’t stop imagining while he was gone.

he breaks away from your lips breathlessly, “can I take a picture of you?”

you give him a bemused look, “what? like, now?”

he fiddles with the waistband of your underwear, not making eye contact. “well…in a few minutes..”

his timorous disposition gives you a solid clue of what he means and you smile up at him. “yeah?”

he finally meets your eyes, looking hopeful. “is that alright?”

“of course,” you nod and he leans back down against you, lips meeting your pulse point. “what brought this on?”

he noses at your neck, “jus’ missed you. a lot.”

you nod, pulling back and running a finger down to the tip of his nose. “take as many as you want.”

and he did.

his favorite pics are the ones he takes right when you cum, lips slightly parted, brow pinched. he’s also fond of the moments right when you’re just starting to feel it.

the photos of you on your knees, trying to take him in your mouth as much as you can really do something to him. your eyes watering and you holding his hand for support. he has to pace himself when he looks at those, especially the ones where you’re looking up at the camera.

he doesn’t usually like to be in the pictures, other than his dick in/against you or his hand splayed across your stomach or neck. he also has one or two where you’re riding him and his free hand is on your hip guiding you.

you’d have to be having a particular kind of sex for it to even occur to him to stop and take pictures. it only really happens during the easy times, when you’re both just having fun more than anything. it’s then when he’s really able to take his time with you and savor things, which is why the majority of your polaroids are taken then. he’s also more likely to be in a teasing mood then and not in a particular rush to get you where you’re going. a lot of those pictures show you smiling and completely relaxed which is another reason why he tends to revere those moments.

a grade A way to make him feel better after a long week is leaving him some surprise polaroids in the stash, it makes him crazy. he’s honestly just really obsessed with the idea that you trust him so much with those kinds of photos that you’d go out of your way to take some for him when he’s not even there. i actually think that’s at least half of what turns him on so much about the whole thing, the trust that you place in him and only him to not only see you in those moments but also relive them afterwards. just pics of you in lingerie or even just one of his shirts—it’s over for him.

[enassbraid]

HOW CLICHÉ!

Ft. Umemiya Hajime, Kaji Ren, and Kiryu Mitsuki

-> Wind Breaker boys as dating tropes !

cw) fem!reader, reader is one year younger than hiragi in umemiya’s part for clarification, kaji and his poor communication skills slight manga spoilers in kiryu’s part (umm can we get his backstory ??), allusions to cheating in kiryu’s part (srry)

UMEMIYA… but he’s your brother’s best friend

When Toma asked you what you thought of Umemiya the first time he visited the Hiragi household, you merely shrugged. “He’s alright I guess,” you replied. “I like him a lot more than some of your other friends

You only partially lied. You did like Umemiya far more than your brother’s other friends, but calling him alright was underplaying your true thoughts. He was far more than “alright.” He was sweet, charming, lively, and in your opinion, beautiful. If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve assumed it was love at first sight.

Unbeknownst to your dear brother, that meeting wasn’t going to be the last between you and his best friend.

It wasn’t wrong per say, but it wasn’t exactly right either. Sneaking around behind Toma’s back to meet up with his friend definitely robbed you of any “sister of the year” award, but who could blame you? Umemiya caught your eye, and you weren’t about to look away. It’s just a coincidence that your brother met him first. If you had met him before, it would’ve been you introducing him to his best friend.

But what started off as a casual thing soon turned into something far more serious.

You used to sneak glances at one another at the dining room table whenever he stayed over for dinner, hoping and praying that the older Hiragi wouldn’t notice the small smiles Umemiya was giving you. But now, he’s stealing short, sweet kisses from you every time Toma wasn’t looking.

Of course, he got bolder and bolder the longer he went without being caught.

“Why’re you so stiff?” Toma asked, noticing how tense you looked on the sofa. The light emitting from the TV shined on your face, making your nervous expression visible from across the couch.

Umemiya was seated between you and Toma, opting to hold the bowl of popcorn for you both to avoid any sibling clashes. At least, that was his cover-up. In reality, he just wanted to be next to you, which led to your current dilemma: trying to hide the fact that the gray-eyed boy’s lips were on yours mere seconds ago while your brother was too engrossed in the film that was playing.

Your mouth opened just to close again. You weren’t entirely sure of what to say in this situation. Toma’s eyes flickered between you and the thriller movie, assuming that there was some sort of connection between the two. “Are you waiting for another jumpscare? I’m pretty sure the one from earlier was the only one.”

Your silence prolonged, and the arm next to yours nudged you cautiously. It was quite hard to find any words right now after what just happened, but your behavior was growing suspicious.

“Uh, yeah… it just caught me off guard ‘s all,” you lied sheepishly, feeling Umemiya’s gaze lingering on your frame next to him. “I’m okay though, so there’s nothing to worry about.”

”Ah, alright then. Just checkin’.”

You saw Umemiya let out a sigh of relief, as both your anxieties faded after such a close call. You saw his risky move from a mile away, but you didn’t think he’d go as far as to use tongue. If it weren’t for that, you wouldn’t have yelped, and your older brother wouldn’t have taken his attention off of the movie. You were just lucky that Umemiya was able to pull away as fast as he did, otherwise, you both would’ve been screwed.

As much as you complained about all the close calls you’ve had, you’d be lying if you said the risk wasn’t one of your favorite things about your relationship with Umemiya.

From sneakily hiding Toma’s phone to give you and Umemiya alone time while he searched throughout the house, to making out in the kitchen in the middle of the night. None of these moments would’ve had the same thrill if it were under different circumstances.

Toma finding out about you and Umemiya’s relationship was future you’s problem. Right now, you could only worry about hiding Umemiya’s hand on your thigh beneath the thick, plush blanket the three of you shared.

KAJI… was your best friend, he just didn’t know how to admit he wanted to be your lover.

“Friends don’t do this kind of stuff,” you mumble into Kaji’s shoulder, arms wrapped around his neck.

He didn’t need to reply for you to know what he was thinking, ‘I know.’ The way he held you close as his leg was thrown over yours spoke for him. ‘I know this isn’t what friends do, but you're more than a friend.’

It wasn’t like he was stringing you along intentionally, but in moments like these, it sure felt like it. He knows how he feels, he knows how he thinks, and he knows he can’t put those thoughts and feelings into words without struggle. So he asks himself: why the hell does he do this to you if he refuses to admit his feelings?

Friends don’t hold hands at every chance they get, but you and Kaji always do when no one’s looking. Friends don’t fall asleep on the phone together because they can’t sleep without a fragment of each other’s presence, but Kaji calls you every night so he can sleep peacefully. Being “just friends” doesn’t mean cuddling for “no reason,” but here you and Kaji were, snuggling to your hearts’ content.

Yet that’s just a small portion of the list of things Kaji has done with you because— in his words— “you’re my best friend.”

He can feel your quiet sigh, something that causes his index finger to start tracing circles on the back of your shirt unconsciously.

”You’re still not gonna answer, huh?”

His movements stop, and he’s left to face his inner thoughts head on. He wants to answer— really, but he’s unsure of how to start. “We’ve never been just friends” is too cocky, and would dismiss any frustrations you’ve had with your relationship up until this point. If he outright admitted what he thought, that being “I don’t know what to say,” it wouldn’t end well at all. However, his heart settled before his mind could conclude its train of thought.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

You quirked a brow, curious as to where he was going with this.

”I’m sorry if you thought I was leading you on,” he said softly— an unusual tone for the blonde. “I just… I can’t imagine life without you.”

”So you chose to act like we were a couple without confessing?”

”Yes— no—, it’s confusing, okay?” He admitted. “I didn’t know how to tell you how I feel… so I was waiting for you to tell me first. I know it’s not an excuse, but—“

”I was waiting for you to man-up and tell me yourself,” you interrupted, eyes widened in slight shock at the irony.

Kaji could only feel his own heart pound against his chest. Not only did he finally confess (though indirectly), but he finally knew what had been taking so long, and he felt like an idiot.

He groaned in embarrassment. “All that time, and we were wasting it on waiting for each other to speak up.”

Only a giggle could escape your lips. Kaji pulled away from the top of your head, eyes peering down at yours to feel the strength of your connection. He always stared at you— admired you, for he’s been enthralled by your beauty for years. All those times you caught him staring, he snapped his head away in the other direction, cheeks flaring red. This was different, though. He gazed at you lovingly, and you could feel all the unspoken words in the eye-contact.

”So… we’re actually together together now, right?” You queried.

He didn’t need to scramble for words to respond this time. “Yeah, together together,” he confirmed.

He always worried that you’d no longer be his best friend if he confessed. But if he could go back in time and tell his past self one thing, he’d tell him that it’s possible to have a best friend and a lover in the same person.

KIRYU… just needed a second chance

The only thing you can recall from your third year of junior high was your brief relationship with Mitsuki Kiryu.

It wasn’t something you enjoyed looking back on in the slightest. Despite being a typical, short, corny middle school relationship, the impact it had on your person was long-lasting. You believed Kiryu was your first love, and he chose to stab you in the back when you least expected it.

Everyone told you how you should’ve seen it coming, going on about how cocky guys with inflated egos were the ones to steer clear of. Of course, you ignored their warnings, and you’d go on to regret it deeply.

You couldn’t trust a soul since then. What he had done to you hurt, and there hadn’t been a day since where the wound didn’t ache. He was your first boyfriend, and likely your last for another while.

But you knew it was possible to meet the same person twice, which is what you thought you were experiencing now.

”I know it’s been awhile,” the pierced boy said solemnly. “But I need you to hear me out.”

In your eyes, the flowers in his hand were there for show. You could only roll your eyes at the desperate behavior before making an attempt at slamming the door in his face, to which he stopped with his foot and freehand.

“Please,” he pleaded.

The 15 year old in you from junior high took over, opening the door all the way and leaning against the doorframe.

“This better be good.”

”I won’t waste your time, not again.”

And he stayed true to his word.

“I know what I did was wrong— awful, even. And I know my words sound empty, but I swear I’m being genuine here. I want a redo of us. I’ve changed, I’m not the same insecure, egotistical loser who bases his worth on the amount of girls he can get,” he said with a serious tone, one you weren’t used to hearing from him.

He slowly held out the bouquet of flowers to you. “I know there’s no apology that’ll cut it… but I’d like to prove myself.”

You took the bouquet from his hand gently, noticing that they were bluebells, a deliberate choice he had to have made considering what had happened.

”Do you promise to be constant this time?”

“I promise to be anything you need me to be this time,” he replied earnestly.

You hesitated. As much as you believed him right now, no amount of flowers or apologies could make up for the hurt he’s caused you. You knew that, and so did he. Taking him back right away would bear consequences, ones you weren’t ready to face.

”Let’s take our time,” you compromised. “We can start slow, and decide on whether or not this should be official again later down the road.”

Kiryu nodded, understanding the trust that had to be rebuilt before getting back together. “That’ll be okay.”

It was gonna be painfully slow, but he was willing to prevail if it meant seeing you happy again. It’s the least he could do, and he planned to make everything up to you now and in the near future.

He made a mental note to thank Suo later for helping him choose the right flowers. If it weren’t for them, he wouldn’t be swooning over being with you again.

© enassbraid 2024. i do not permit plagiarism, translations, or reposts of my work on any platform.

[pupyuj]

maybe some ghostface g!p wonyoung?🫣 fucking u with a knife pointed at ur neck oooh we love some extreme dubcon🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

i love love love scream sm and ghostface asks just make me giggle and kick my feet in the air YEAH IT’S WEIRD IDC BUT IT FUELS MY BRAIN SEND MORE 🤪 this is once again another drabble that might be disturbing/triggering for some so please read at your own risk!!

[cw: extreme dubcon, violence, brainwashing, manipulation, knife play, blood kink, murder 😭]

now hear me out… photographer!wony who has grown obsessed with amateur model!reader during your time together as colleagues.. you’re a fresh find in the industry, only having involved in a few small projects and you considered working w an acclaimed photographer like wonyoung such an honor! you practically worshipped her—studied her work through the hundreds of magazines she has worked on and you even keep up with her social media accounts bcs even the photos she takes on her phone are art! but truth to be told, wony wasn’t all too enthusiastic about working with a rookie but you were pretty enough that she sucked it up! plus, she was tired of all the bossy older, experienced models who always thought they knew better than the girl behind the camera 😒😒

wony being so pleasantly surprised with your talent that after the first time you worked together, she becomes very willing to work with you again! and again, and again.. until the two of you were eventually acquaintances, but that was also when wony starts getting… well, territorial over you 🫣 but she wasn’t stupid. she knew it wasn’t normal to want to gouge out the eyes of every man that looks at you for a second too long.. but wonyoung really can’t help it! 😣 you’re such a precious little gem that she just wants to lock you up in her basement and make herself the only person to ever set eyes on you…

getting comfortable around wony to the point that you allow her to be in a changing room with you as you dress up for a photoshoot,, asking her if you look pretty and never once catching that dark look in her eyes or the way she licks her lips as she thinks about all the things she wants to do to you… ugh, she gets so hard just looking at you in your pretty little outfits.. sometimes it comes to the point where she pretends to fix something in the outfit just so she can be close to you and inhale your perfume… as well as press her bulge against your ass.. even though you pretend not to notice it, wonyoung always takes note of how your breath hitches and how you move closer to her slightly,, fuck every time there’s a break, wony has to run to the washrooms to jerk off bcs the feeling was sometimes overwhelming.. but gosh, did it all feel good 😵‍💫😵‍💫

it wasn’t until you start gaining more and more attention that wonyoung loses her head though.. she goes on a killing spree in a ridiculous fucking costume, mercilessly taking the life of those that thought they could ever take you from her.. you were the one who noticed the odd pattern: all of those that this ‘ghostface’ killed has interacted with you at least once.. and more than half of them have tried to woo you, so in a sense, this ‘ghostface’ would be protecting you in a really messed up way but you had no idea who would do such a thing for you 🫣🫣 unfortunately wonyoung fucks up one day; after one of her kills, you come over to her home for a quick rundown of another one of your projects together.. and while the two of you sat on her bed, that was when you saw a piece of the dark cloak ‘ghostface’ always wore stuffed haphazardly in wonyoung’s closet.. and then you just noticed the little droplets of blood on the carpet floor.. so dark and have clearly been there for a while…

wonyoung had already noticed that you already pieced it together and made her move before you can say or do or think anything—“not a word, little mouse.” and then you feel it: cold steel. the side of a knife being pressed flat against your neck, the sharp edge being so dangerously close to your collarbone.

no bcs?? you can’t tell me wony wouldn’t find pleasure in your reaction when she lists down all the suitors she has killed.. something in her sick, twisted mind dances happily every time the fear in your eyes gets bigger and stronger, you were practically frozen on her bed as you listened to the exact ways wonyoung murdered her victims.. some of them were close coworkers, acquaintances, friends. and gosh, ofc wony takes this opportunity to finally get her hands on you! 🤭 sitting there while her one free hand explores your body :(( squeezing your breasts, gliding down from your stomach all the way to your core.. “you’re wet? you’re a little freak, aren’t you..? getting turned on despite being touched by a murderer??”

having no choice but to follow her every command :(( laying down all comfortably in her bed, crying silently while wonyoung takes her sweet time taking her clothes off before mounting you, her bare cock dangerously close to your clothed entrance.. “not gonna try and run? smart girl. i wouldn’t want to kill you.. i love you, (y/n)… you can’t let me do that.. so be good.” her kisses were sweet and soft and for a second, you thought that even if she fucks you against your will, maybe she’ll be gentle.. but you were dumber than you actually looked bcs the second you let your guard down, wonyoung creates a small cut on your collarbone and quickly licks it.. practically moaning at your wincing and how you blood tasted eugh she was so freaky! 😭

also, she would be laughing while you struggled against her?? being so scared that she’ll hurt you again you actually try to break free of her hold and shit but she’s just cackling while you thrash underneath her.. feeling so, so weak while she cuts your clothes up.. she’s giggling and everything! so excited to finally see you naked and touch that delicate skin of yours.. and it rlly takes her all of her willpower to not just cut you up and see just how beautiful you’d look with blood all over you 😰😰 you’d beg and beg for her not to hurt you, feeling the cold metal of the knife against your neck as you cry and plead to wonyoung who was rlly just having the time of her life… but things were weird! she has violated you, hurt you, literally killed people you’ve come to know… and you find her so attractive with her face all scrunched up and her head thrown back while she rocks her hips and rams her cock inside you…

at some point you even wrapped your arms around her waist bcs it felt so good 😵‍💫 you forgot that you were fucking with a murderer and could only think of the wonyoung you knew from before… jang wonyoung, your role model.. and well, suffice to say that was enough for you to agree to everything that she was saying to you and have her cum inside you 🥴 and it wouldn’t even stop there! with or without your consent, wony would be fucking you all night! just in case something happens that would separate the two of you after this night..

ya’ll can’t tell me that she wouldn’t try to manipulate you even more after that day! 🫣 scaring you into not saying a peep about her identity, threatening your career and your whole fucking life if you even think of going to the police.. ofc she was successful! and yes she still continues to be ghostface ofc 🫢 every time someone hits on you while wonyoung was around, your heart would sink low to your stomach knowing she was going to get rid of them.. but not after reminding you who you belong to in an empty changing room 🤭🤭 would also love to think that she would be fucked in the head enough to mold you into her little sidekick?? telling you about her ghostface ways and feeling immensely proud when you claim your first kill who happens to be another model who was way too interested in your wonyoung-nim! 😣

wonyoung would only be completely satisfied after she has turned her favorite doll into a cute little puppet 🤭

[leclerity]

stupid gets you killed

Charles Leclerc x Girlfriend!Reader count: 1.1k words summary: Charles and you have an emotional conversation after his reckless driving at a race. a/n: a short but angsty one, with a happy ending!

It could’ve been the end.

The way it felt, it almost was.

You watch as the red of the Ferrari and the green of the Aston Martin come close, inches apart, with Stroll nearly putting it in the back of your boyfriend’s car. Everyone around you gasps and for a split second, you see them touch and Charles’s car fly off into the grandstands – but that doesn’t happen. They don’t touch. Charles drives away unscathed, though you know that won’t be the end of it.

“That was too close,” says Arthur, shaking his head at the screen.

“He won’t like this too much,” you say and grab a pair of headphones lying around, listening in.

Everything is okay with the car, Bryan Bozzi says.

That was not okay! Charles screams. Who does he think he is?! Driving like an idiot… He should know better!

Keep your head calm, you’ve got forty laps to go.

You take off the headphones and tell Arthur what you just overheard. He shakes his head again, but you both know there’s nothing the two of you can do about it. Charles has been under pressure, ready to burst at any given moment, running second in the championship with maybe—maybe—a chance at something more. Anything that threatens it… Well, it throws him off.

You’re just waiting for the moment it happens.

The race keeps running, you listen in to the radio every so often, and his complaints and agitation are getting more obvious. He’s driving riskier, not caring enough about tyre management, and there’s a few moments when his car gets a little too close to another car.

He finishes in fourth. It’s not where he wanted to be but it’s better than out of the race, you tell yourself. There was a few moments where you held your breath, waiting to see if the anger is going to slip into careless mistakes, and it made you angry. Your boyfriend is better than this.

When he finishes the race, you run straight into his arms. “You did so well! I’m proud of you.”

“I could��ve done better,” he says.

“I know,” you say, and kiss him again. “Next time.”

Charles kisses you, too, before going to speak to others in the garage, keeping one eye on you at all times. You know he’s being hard on himself, but you see his clenched jaw, sunken shoulders, and you know this is going to be a tougher one than usual.

He’s in your orbit the most of the evening, glancing at you even when he’s in the media pen. You can hear some of the questions he’s being asked and a lot of them are about the incident and about his dangerous driving he nearly got a penalty for, and you can already hear the regret in his voice. He looks at you every time it comes up, as if he already knows how much it upset you.

At your side, Arthur gives you a nudge. “Are you going to talk some sense into him when you’re back at the hotel?”

“Maybe. I haven’t decided yet.”

“That was scary.”

You nod. “Too scary. I get the pressure and all, but…”

“Yeah,” Arthur says, “I don’t want to feel like I might lose my brother because he’s being angry and stupid.”

When you get home, you get dinner – he does the perfunctory celebrations and goes back to the hotel, where you’re waiting with him with your guys’ favourite takeaway. He had some time to hang out with the other drivers and now it’s time to hang out with you… But not before you give him a piece of mind.

He knows something’s wrong the moment he enters the hotel room.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” you say.

He frowns. “Okay. You sure?”

You give him a long look.

Charles sits down next to you, looking exhausted but ready to devour the food – but he doesn’t. Instead, he sits with his elbows on his knees, hands held together. “It’s the race.”

“Mhm.”

“That’s why you’re giving me attitude.”

“Mhm.”

“Is it because of the Stroll incident?”

You shake your head. He should know better and he does, it will just take him a moment.

He sighs and leans into the couch, a defeated look on his face. “I should’ve handled it better, right?”

“Yeah.” You put a hand on his thigh. “Driving like that, Charles… You could’ve gotten hurt.”

“I would’ve been fine.”

“You don’t know that!”

“Babe—”

“Don’t babe me,” you say, shaking your head. “You got angry and…. Anger makes you stupid. Stupid gets you killed.”

Charles opens his mouth and closes it, knowing fair well that there’s nothing he could say in his defence that would make you change your mind. He sees it all on your face, you know it – the terror you’d gone through waiting to see if his anger will make him slip up, make a mistake; the threat of losing him.

He takes your hand in his and kisses the back of it, before placing it on his chest, right where his heart is. “Y/N,” he says, gently. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let my anger get the best of me.”

“I just… I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I know.”

“It frightens me.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“I just—The thought of you—”

“I know. C’mere.”

Charles gives your hand a gentle tug and then your head is on his chest and his arms are wrapped around you, keeping you warm and safe. “I’m sorry for scaring you. My job is scary, but I shouldn’t make it any more difficult than it already is.”

He kisses the top of your head and you feel a few tears escaping down your cheeks, and he holds you even tighter.

“I’ll be less angry next time, I promise,” he whispers. “Less stupid. For you. Okay?”

You nod instead of answering, and he pulls your chin up with a gentle finger, and then he’s wiping your tears and kissing you gently, promising over and over again to never make you feel like that again – and he doesn’t.

[sturnioloisland]

As Your Boyfriend (NSFW) | M.S.

Pairing: Matt x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW under the cut. MDNI. As always, not proofread.

Matt who is always just so damn sweet and gentle with you outside of the bedroom. That also translates to your activities in bed

When he’s in between your legs, he always has such sweet words for you such as “you’re doing so good for me baby,” or “there you go, you taste so good.” This man absolutely loves talking you through it as he is going down on you.

As you’re getting close to your release, he rubs his hands up and down your thighs and encourages you on. “I love the way your body shivers as you get closer. C’mon baby, give it to me” he’ll say to you all the while he’s inserting his fingers into you to bring you to your climax.

“Look at me in the eyes baby, I want you to watch me devour you as you cum.” He’ll say this as he’s pumping his fingers in and out of you all the while his mouth is pressed to your clit. When you get your climax, he moans against your core bringing you even further stimulation. Your hands automatically find their place in his hair or grabbing his one hand that isn’t currently in use.

After you have come down from your high, he will be placing soft kisses on the inside of your thigh and rubbing circles on your hips all the while asking you “How was that, baby?” As if he just wasn’t a first hand witness to how good it was.

He always kisses you after he is done going down on you, and he never neglects to grind against your core as he does so. “Do you see how hard you make me?” Sometimes he will dip his fingers down below and re-insert them inside you just to bring you some extra stimulation occasionally mumbling about how wet you get just for him.

Matt just LOVES fucking you in missionary. He loves that he can gaze upon your face as you take all of him in, and he loves that he can burry his face in your neck while also placing kisses upon your sweet spot.

You know how he loves talking you through him eating you out? You best believe he loves talking you through him fucking you.

“Oh god. You’re almost there baby, it’s almost all the way in. You’ve got this.” He’ll say has he’s inserting himself inside of you. He lets out soft gasps and moans at how good you feel wrapped around him. “You feel so good.” As he’s fully inside you now and starts moving.

As you get better adjusted to him, he’ll wrap his arms under you and pull you closer into him and start moving faster. He wants to hear your whines and moans clearly. He wants to know just how good he is making you feel in that moment.

He always wants to leave marks on your neck or chest “just so I can see them and remember this moment” That’s definitely the excuse he uses.

His thrusts will start to quicken the closer he gets, and his moans start becoming higher pitched. “Oh baby, I don’t - I don’t think I can last much longer. You just feel so good.” By now, he’s also focused on rubbing your clit. He wants you to come for him again as he thinks you’re the most beautiful when you do.

Matt always tries asks where you want him to cum. There are, however, sometimes where he just gets too carried away in the pleasure between you both and just ends up releasing himself inside of you. If he does come inside, he makes sure to pump whatever tries to drip out of you back inside with his fingers. If he comes on your stomach, occasionally he will scoop it up onto his fingers and feed it to you. “That’s my good girl. Clean off my fingers for me. Atta girl.” He definitely also loves kissing you when he climax’s.

Once he cleans the both of you up, he peppers kisses all across your face and mumbles on and on about how much he loves you and how he’s so lucky to have you in his life.

A/n: Definitely my first time writing something nsfw. I hope you guys liked it. Lmk if you want Chris’s version!

[ysrjune]

Black Beauty

heavily inspired by @erosmutt ‘catholic!preachers son!sam monroe’ j.ai bot ♡

summary ✦ losing his v-card haw haw how hilarious 🤓

“this. isn’t. right.” Sam whines in between kisses you give him. Because of his beliefs (and father), he's always been taught that having sex or even kissing a girl before marriage was looked down upon. well, kissing was nothing. but to his father? it was just as bad as premarital sex. if George ever found out his son was making out with a girl.. especially you out of all of them—he'd have a cow. he'd probably disown Sam. that's why the young man was so nervous. but even though he knew it was wrong and he should stop, he didn't. his hands were roaming all over your body as he gave into your passionate kiss.

“You’re not doing anything to stop it. must mean you want it, dont you, Sam?” you teasingly ask against his lips, making him wait for another kiss. his eyes were closed and his forehead was touching your own. he wanted this so bad. countless nights fantasizing about shoving his dick in any hole you let him.. damn his father for getting rid of all the toys Sam had secretly purchased before getting put into this school. if George never found out about Sams toys, he'd be able to use more than his hand. but then again, if his dad never found out, Sam would have no idea who you were. and he'd definitely wouldn't be up late at night imagining his hand around his cock was your nice, tight, warm pussy.

“admit it. the good boy act is just to please your daddy and the nuns, huh? maybe even for me.” you go on taunting him. “poor boy. must be so frustrating not being able to talk to other guys about how horny and pent up you are, hm? because you know those guys are all better behaved than you are. you know they dont touch themselves like you do. you know they dont moan into their hands to keep themselves quiet while fucking their pillow the way you do.” all of this made Sam blush with embarrassment. hes opened up to you about everything he does when hes too horny and cant take it anymore. just before you started making out with him and marking up his pale neck, he told you that he humps his pillow at night while moaning out your name. he wished it was you who made him cum every single night instead of his hand.

“I am a good boy.” he whimpered and lay his forehead against your shoulder. “I am. I'll listen to you. I'll—I'll even stop touching myself if you just let me fuck you. please, angel face.” he whispers a plea. “you don't know what its like to see you walking around looking so damn good in those uniform skirts. you make it look good unlike the other girls. you dont know what its like having to walk around while your dick is hard. especially around other people.” he complains, cupping your clothed breast. “I don't even have to be the one doing it.. please. wanna make you feel good. use me.”

so, hickeys and kisses turned into forcing Sam to jerk off in front of you and hump his pillow while making eye contact. pretty boy was gonna get what he wanted soon enough, but you had to humiliate him just a little bit, first. “I-I cant anymore!—” he replies after you asked him to cum one more time if he wanted you to fuck him. “already came four times, I can’t do it again.” he whimpers, speeding up his thrusts. “sure you can, baby. just think of how after this you'll be able to cum inside me. how I'll let you use my mouth..” your hand rests on his abdomen. that fantasy was the trick to make him cum. he let out the most pathetic sound hes made all night. his hips bucked and his jaw dropped the slighest as his load made a mess all over his pillow. you smiled at him and stroked the head of him slowly. “guess you are a good boy, huh, Sammy?” his response was a shaky moan. “fuck—‘ts too sensitive right now, mommy..” mommy? should have known.

“Oh, but I bet you dont care about that when you're alone though, uh? You don't care if you're too sensitive. cause you have fantasy after fantasy you wanna cum to.” you began stroking his whole cock at a medium pace. “thats diff–fuck.. d-different.. not same when its not my h-hand.” he pants, thrusting himself into your hand. “im–ug! fuckfuckfuck..” poor boy was losing his mind. the sticky wet noises didnt help out, either. it just turned him on even more. he couldn't even form a whole sentence anymore. “you gonna cum again? you wanna cum in my mouth?” you fake a sweet tone and started sucking on the tip for a few seconds before taking whatever you could in your mouth and stroking the rest. who would have thought Sam Monroe would have such a big dick.

“like that, please—dontstopdontstop.” he placed his large hand on your head and started bobbing it up and down on his cock. “auh, you're so good at this. mm—soso good. gonna make me cu—huh!” sixth time in a row. it was actually starting to really seem crazy how much this boy could actually cum in a matter of minutes. “one more and we're done, kay?” you inform him after spitting his load back on his dick. “but—” here it comes. hes gonna start whining about how many times hes already came. “you were whining about how you wanted me to fuck you, so thats what you're gonna get.” you slap his face, earning a small noise that let you know he liked it.

taking your bra and panties off, you teased your slick folds by grinding on his hardening cock. Sam watched the whole thing, grabbing onto your hips. he looked so invested. “cant anymore. need to be inside of you.” he whispered and slipped himself into your warm entrance, making the both of you moan. Sam leans against the headboard, savoring the wet feeling of your cunt. “need you so bad.” Sam's hands gripped her hips as he began to thrust, finding a slow rhythm. he couldn't believe he was finally experiencing this, feeling her body wrap around him, both of their soft moans filling the room. his thrusts grew more desperate, fueled by the fire burning within him. “milk my cock, pretty girl, please.” he moaned, throwing his head back against the headboard.

you began to take the lead and rolled your hips on him, causing the tip to keep hitting your g-spot. “I'm gonna cum.” you announced and his thimb made its way to your clit. “that feel good?” he moans and you nod. “h-how do you kn-” you start off but he cuts you off. “watch a lot of porn.. had to learn how to make a girl feel good just incase..” he admitted, pressing his hand against your tummy. “feel that?” he smirks but then closed his eyes with sweat beaming down his forehead and coating his chest. “taking this pussy so well, Sam. feel better than those old toys?” you ask. “mhm.. fuck.. never gonna need one again.” a few more thrusts and you were done. creaming his dick, leaving a ring of it at the base of his cock. and a few seconds later, he finished in you.

he cuddled you and took a nice shower for after care.. maybe gave him shower head, but other than that, sweet kisses and praises were shared. but the next day, he needed to attend morning mass per his fathers request. and ofcourse somehow the topic of the morning was saving yourself until marriage. and when he saw you enter late as he looked up at the crowd after reading a sentence—he blushed and looked back down nervously to finish his part of helping out at mass. when his turn was done, he sat back in the chairs behind his father and started praying, asking for forgiveness right then.

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[kotoku]

can i request an aventurine x stoneheart!reader whose cornerstone is citrine? lets say the both of them are close friends and one day in a meeting with the ipc one of the workers try to persuade you (citrine), to go to a date… aventurine sees this and gets jealous … then i’ll leave this to your imagination, i wanna see how creative you are!!! love your writings btw ❤️❤️

ᴘᴇʀꜱɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪꜱ ꜰᴜᴛɪʟᴇ

synopsis - You and Aventurine are close friends and have been working together for a long while from the ground up. Though Aventurine had refused to believe that he had developed feelings for you, he eventually accepted them within time but never took the first step. Your friendship was something that he could not gamble with after all. But when a persistent subordinate makes his attempt at courting you, he can't help but feel that ugly twist of jealousy in his stomach. He had to get to you first.

pairings - aventurine x stoneheart! reader

content - pining, drunk! aventurine, drunken confessions, jealous! aventurine, citrine! reader, reader is done with the subordinates shit

warnings - alcohol, a couple cuss words, mentions of vomiting

⋘ ʟᴏᴀᴅɪɴɢ... ⋙

“You know… A girl like you and a guy like me would make a great pair, don’t you think?” 

Your eye twitched in irritation, the polite smile you tried so hard to keep on your face faltering with each sentence this guy was spouting. The guy in question? Just a random subordinate who was flying a little too close to the sun. 

Diamond had requested a meeting amongst the Ten Stonehearts, so you were only making your wave over to the meeting room before being stopped by someone calling out your name. Thus putting you in the position you were currently in. 

“Er… I- sorry, I have urgent matters to attend to. If you could excuse me…” You tried stepping around the man but he reached out towards your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. 

“Hey hey, what could be so important that you’d have to skip out on this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.” The man smugly smirked, a shiver of disgust running down your spine.

“You must not be aware of who I am.” You yanked your wrist back from his hold. “If you’d like to maintain your position here, I’d suggest you scram and get back to work.” You dropped the polite attitude, not tolerating his persistent behavior in trying to score a date with you. You didn’t have time for this nonsense.

“Huh?? B–” Before he could utter another word, you had already resumed walking in the direction of the meeting room. Thankfully, the man made no attempt at following you so you allowed yourself to relax a bit, shoulders falling. 

“You handled that pretty well, Citrine.” A smooth voice spoke, your head turning to face the source.

“Ah Aventurine, you saw all that?” You sighed, combing a hand through your hair. 

“Mmm, hard to miss when it’s happening out in the open. In the middle of the hallway, no less.” He chuckled, matching your pace as the two of you walked towards the meeting. “You should’ve seen the guy's face, he was absolutely dumbfounded.” You laughed at that, imagining the weirdo’s expression. 

“Good, he needed a reality check.”

You both laughed.

It wasn’t long before the both of you reached the designated meeting area, confirming your identities before stepping inside. Most of the Stonehearts were already in their seats, waiting on those who were making their way over. Immediately, you saw Topaz talking with Jade, seemingly discussing business matters as they both held serious expressions. You and Aventurine had started walking towards them, both of them noticing your presence and giving you a small greeting.

“Citrine! How have you been? I haven’t seen you around lately.” Topaz smiled, concluding the conversation she was having with Jade. 

“Mm, could be better. The last assignment I received was a lot harder than expected,” You answered, taking a seat next to her. “What about you? I heard about what happened on Jarilo-VI.”

At the mention of her previous assignment, she grimaced with a frown replacing her smile. “Ah… We don’t talk about that… Other than my demotion, I’ve been doing fine. There was a new game that came out recently so I’ve been playing it since.” You hummed, crossing your arms over the table. 

“Aetherium Wars? I keep hearing all my subordinates talking about it.” Aventurine spoke, mimicking your actions. “Speaking of subordinates, I’m sure Citrine has an interesting story to tell you both.” He poked your shoulder with his finger, a sly smile on his face. 

Rolling your eyes, you recounted the earlier event to Jade and Topaz, the four of you gossiping about that specific worker. 

“Oh, him? I’ve been hearing a lot about him from some of my female subordinates.” Jade rested her head on the palm of her hand. “Apparently he’s been trying to coax women into sleeping with him. Management isn’t able to do anything about him as these are only rumors.” She sighed disappointedly, “It’s best you avoid him, Citrine and Topaz.”

You made a mental note of Jade’s words, Diamond’s authoritative tone garnering everyone’s attention. You sincerely hoped that you wouldn’t run into him again. 

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Walking out of the meeting room, you stretched your arms above your head with a groan. It took forever for it to conclude, but when it did, you were excited to go back home and rest. The meeting had gone over the previous assignments each Stoneheart worked on, recounting specific details from reports and such. However, what stood out to you was the dinner that Diamond invited everyone to take part in, acting as some sort of team bonding experience. 

“Excited for the dinner party tomorrow, Citrine?” Aventurine hummed, the two of you walking down the hallway to head back home. 

“Kinda, I’m excited for the food.” You weren’t really much of a drinker, always the token sober friend at parties who made sure everyone was safe and having a good time. “You think you’re gonna get drunk?”

Aventurine laughed. “We’ll see how I’m feeling about drinks tomorrow night. If anything, you’ll take care of me, right?” He batted his eyelashes at you with an innocent look in his eyes.

Rolling your eyes, you playfully punched his shoulder. “We’ll see. I might just leave you out on the streets if you’re not careful with your words.” Aventurine pouted at you, sighing dramatically.

“And here I thought we were best friends. You wound me, Citrine.” 

“Oh shut it, Aven.”

-----

The next day, you went about your normal routine. Reluctantly leaving the comfort of your sheets to work on copious amounts of paperwork in your office, spending your lunch break with your fellow Stonehearts Aventurine and Topaz, continuing where you left off, and then clocking out for the day. If it weren’t for Aventurine reminding you of the dinner party that would be happening later, you would’ve forgotten and gone straight to bed. So instead of changing into your pajamas, you dressed appropriately for the occasion, making sure you had everything on you before driving off to the meeting point. 

After parking your vehicle and making sure that it was locked, you walked up to the front of the restaurant, seeing your coworkers already gathered near the doors. Aventurine paused his conversation with Topaz, waving you over with a smile. 

“Citrine! You actually showed up.” Topaz grinned. “I thought you would’ve been too tired to come.” 

“Well, someone needs to keep everyone in check, especially this one.” You teased, rustling Aventurine’s blond hair. He swatted your hands away, huffing in annoyance as he tried fixing up his hair.

“Excuse me, I think I’d be just fine without your supervision.” Fixing his bangs, he shot you a playful glare. “You on the other hand… You probably couldn’t hold your liquor even if you tried.”

“Even if I couldn’t, at least I don’t continue to participate in drinking competitions only to end up throwing up all over myself.” You recalled the last time Aventurine drank too much he could hold. The poor guy had ended up puking all over his clothes and the smell could never be washed out. 

“Wha– Shut up about that will you!” Aventurine elbowed you, eyes darting around the area to make sure no one heard that part of the conversation. Topaz laughed at the memory.

“Goodness, the smell was horrendous! You should’ve seen everyone’s faces as we passed them while escorting you back home.” Topaz snickered, covering her mouth with one hand. “I don’t think we’ll ever be able to forget that memory.”

“Shut up! Both of you!” 

-----

When everyone was accounted for, Diamond led you all inside, a worker of the restaurant holding the door open.

The interior of the restaurant gave off a sense of warmth, remaining both homey and lavish. The mahogany wooden counters went well with the beige walls, plants dotting every nook and cranny which gave the place a kind of liveliness. Placing your bag around the chair, you pulled out a seat and sat down, the cushion providing you with comfort. Aventurine and Topaz sat by your sides, eyes taking in the decorations and layout. 

Grabbing a copy of the menu, Aventurine scanned through the various meals and desserts they had to offer, flipping to the alcohol section with a grin. “Citrine, you’ll take care of me in case anything happens..right?” He turned his head towards you, his grin growing wider at your deadpan expression. 

“Duh–” “I knew I could rely on you!” 

Aventurine wrapped an arm around your shoulder, his free hand clutching at his heart. What a drama queen, you thought, letting him side-hug you. You could smell the faint scent of his cologne, a rich but light aroma that held a hint of vanilla. Realizing how close he was to you, you felt your cheeks heat up, nudging him away as you gave him a lopsided smile. 

“Don’t drink more than you can handle, Aven.” “I won’t, I won’t.” 

The dinner, so far, has been going smoothly. The atmosphere was lively and everyone seemed to be having a wonderful time together, sharing drinks and laughs, chatting about the latest trends and events, etc… You were talking with some of your fellow peers before you felt the urge to use the restroom. Excusing yourself from the conversation with a polite smile, you quickly hurried in the direction towards the restroom. 

Aventurine, who had been glancing in your direction every couple of minutes, noticed your retreating form. At first, he was a little concerned due to the slight jog you were doing, but paid you no mind as he resumed listening to a coworker talk about his last assignment. 

Yet..something had caught his eye, a familiar man who was sitting at the bar had gotten up from his seat and went in the same direction as you.

Despite him feeling a little tipsy, he knew his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him just yet. It was that subordinate from earlier. The weirdo who had stopped you and started hitting on you, ignoring your attempts at turning him down. What was he doing here? 

Aventurine’s eyes narrowed, barely listening to his coworker at this point. He would never admit it to your face, but when he first witnessed the man trying to shoot his shot with you, he was ready to drag and throw him out to the curb, wanting to give the man hell for his unwavering persistence. His actions disgusted him, his stomach twisting and turning with deep rage when he placed his dirty hands on you. 

Yet you handled the situation well, remaining both calm and professional, something that was undeserving for a man such as him. And though Aventurine would be sure to teach him some manners, he could not, for the meeting would start soon and he needed to hurry. So giving the man a silent glare, he promised himself to never let you come across that man again. Yet here he was, walking towards the restrooms. 

Aventurine already accepted his feelings for you, yet he was too hesitant to make the first move. How ironic since he’s the one who usually flirts with you and teases you every day. The best he could do was give you a myriad of things, from expensive clothes and jewelry to simple trinkets. He knew what you liked, you were his close friend after all. Despite his yearning for something more, he didn’t want to risk the chance of losing you. It’s something he could never gamble with.

“--turine? Aventurine?” A finger snapped in front of his face, bringing his attention back to his coworker in front of him. “Are you feeling alright?” 

“Oh- uh, yeah! I’m fine, just had a little too much to drink…” Aventurine muttered, eyes darting back towards the restrooms every couple of seconds. “I..need to go to the restroom. I’ll be right back.” Downing the rest of his cocktail, he stood up from his seat, the chair sliding back with a creak. 

Nearing where the restrooms were located, Aventurine could hear the familiar sound of your voice and a man’s. 

“Must I remind you that I am not interested?--” 

“Come on! Just give me a chance! I know a lovely spot where we could..get down to business.” Hearing those words made you gag, shoving the man away from you to gain some distance. 

“A chance? How about I give you a chance to get the hell out of here before I do it myself.”

“There’s no need for the feisty attitude! Let me buy you one drink, I’ll make it worth your time–”

“I think you’ve heard loud and clear that they don’t want anything to deal with you.” 

Both you and the man’s head snapped towards the direction in which the voice came from. It was Aventurine, with his eyebrows furrowed and mouth twisted into a disgusted frown. His arms were crossed in front of his chest, magenta-cyan eyes burning holes through the man’s head. If looks could kill, that man would’ve been deader than dead. 

“Tch- who are you?” The man snobbily asked, attempting to stand his ground. Aventurine laughed, walking over towards the both of you. You could feel the anger seeping from his being, permeating the air with a thick tension that anyone could suffocate in. 

He was more than angry, enraged.

“I think the better question is: who do you think you are? Approaching members of the Stonehearts so casually and treating them like an item.” Aventurine towered over the man, the pressure weighing him to his spot. “Learn to respect your superiors, subordinate.” 

You could visibly see the color draining from the man’s face when Aventurine showed his ID as proof, tucking it away into his pocket. 

“You know, you’re quite lucky you’ve made it this far without getting fired.” Aventurine adjusted his coat. “But I’m afraid your luck has come to an end, I’ll be changing that.” Lowering his gaze to be eye-to-eye with the man, he gave him a condescending smile, “You’ll be fired, and that starts tomorrow.” Leaning back into his full height, Aventurine walked past him towards you, grabbing your hand and leading you away from the man who had not yet registered the blond’s words.

“F-fired…?” His voice was drowned out by the chattering of people and workers as the two of you got farther and farther away from him.

“Phew, now that that’s settled with… How about we have some fun?” Aventurine gave you a genuine grin this time, his personality taking a huge turn. Blinking at him, you were still registering everything that had happened. 

“Aventurine…”

“C’mon Citrine, the night won’t last forever!”

You stared at him before sighing, a drink could help after all that had just happened. 

“Fine… But I need to talk to you about something later.” His grin faltered but came back just as fast.

“Sure. Now here, I think this drink is something you’ll definitely enjoy.”

-----

As you promised yourself, you only drank what you could handle so you wouldn’t get flat-out drunk. And as Aventurine didn’t promise, he was flat-out drunk. 

The dinner had ended a couple of minutes ago and you were saying goodbye to the rest of your peers, parting ways while lugging a drunk Aventurine behind you. 

“Ugh Aventurine, how much did you drink?” Your nose wrinkled as you could smell the strong scent of alcohol radiating from him. He definitely needed to take a shower as soon as he got home. But there was a problem, a tiny issue.

He didn’t have anyone but himself at home so there was no way you could leave him alone lest he hurt himself. 

“Heh, one too many…” Aventurine giggled, dragging his foot behind him. You shook your head with a small grin on your face. “Clearly.”

Aventurine had originally hitched a ride with Topaz, so there was no issue about leaving a car behind. She had offered to take him home but you felt that it was your responsibility since you’ve been close friends for a while. So with one final goodbye and hug, she left, leaving you with a drunk gambler in an almost barren parking lot. Nothing could go wrong, right?

Opening the passenger door, you helped Aventurine buckle himself up, moving his legs so they wouldn’t get hit by the door closing. After getting in yourself, you made sure everything was cleared before leaving the parking space and heading to Aventurine’s place. 

Occasionally, you would glance in his direction whenever you were at a stop light, making sure that he was ok before looking back at the road. He seemed to be dozing off here and there, body jolting back awake every time he found himself leaning forward. You found it a little silly but decided not to say anything about it.

At last, you could see his house in the distance. 

Putting your vehicle in park, you carefully helped him out of the passenger’s seat and closed the door with your leg. Walking up the steps to his front door, you could hear the faint sounds of his pets from the other side. There was a ‘mrow’ at the door, soft scratching noises coming from behind it. 

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” You smiled, turning towards Aventurine. “Do you have the keys?”

“Mm coat pocket…” He grunted, leaning on you for support as he fished out his keys. It took a couple of tries but eventually, you were able to unlock the door, pushing it open with your foot. 

Three gray cats greeted you at the front, looking up at the both of you with wide eyes. They happily followed you as you made your way to the living room couch, setting him down so you could take off your shoes. 

“You think you can shower by yourself?” You asked, placing your shoes in a small cubby. Aventurine gave you a small nod, swaying side to side as he walked towards his bedroom. You watched him for just a moment to make sure he didn’t trip, but with the help of his pets, he was able to safely make it to the bedroom and to his personal bathroom. 

With a sigh, you walked towards one of the guest rooms to go find some clothes. You normally left a couple of your clothes in one of his guest rooms since you’d have occasions such as these where he was too drunk to properly care for himself. And the occasional sleepover or game night with Topaz and Ratio. 

Fishing through the dresser, you pulled out some comfortable pajamas and a towel before walking towards the main bathroom. Honestly, you were a little jealous that he had such a big place with a lot of rooms. It made your place feel much smaller.

-----

The steam from the hot bath you just took evaporated in the air when you opened the door, stepping outside with a towel around your neck. You could still hear the water running from Aventurine’s room, assuming that he was savoring the much-needed shower. You knocked on his door loud enough so that he could hear, ear pressed against the door to hear for a response. 

“Aventurine? You okay in there?” 

The shower stopped, curtains shuffling which signaled that he was getting out. “Yes, I’m.. fine.” He softly called out.

“Mm..” Backing away from the door, you left to go make him a glass of water.

Plopping down onto the sofa, you grabbed the remote to the TV and flipped through different movies before settling on one that caught your interest. Soon after, you heard the door to his bedroom open and the sounds of multiple footsteps making their way to the living room. 

“Citrine..?” 

“Here, come take a seat. I got you some water, I figured you were thirsty.” You patted the space next to you, watching as he plopped himself by your side with his pets hopping around the two of you. They had settled at the foot of the couch, seemingly interested in the movie as much as you were.

There was a brief silence between the two of you besides the sounds from the TV and occasional yawn coming from the critters. Glancing at a nearby clock, the time had read 10:37 PM, yet you didn’t feel tired. You turned your gaze back to the TV, continuing to watch whatever movie was playing. You hadn’t bothered to check the title or description. 

Aventurine moved forward to grab the glass of water, drinking quite a bit of it before turning to face you.

“..You wanted to talk about something..?” He drowsily asked. Your eyes flickered to his own before settling back on the movie. 

“I wanted to say thanks for.. what happened today. I really appreciate it.” 

Aventurine smiled softly, “What are friends for.”

You smiled back.

He looked like he wanted to say more, but bit his tongue. Would now be the time to tell you? What would he even say? Whatever he drank at the party certainly made him feel bolder than usual if he was certain of confessing to you. 

“_____…” You perked up at the sound of your name, directing your full attention towards Aventurine. Usually, when he called you by your actual name, he had something troubling him. And by observing his facial expression and body language, you knew something was bothering him.

“Is everything alright?” You turned down the volume of the TV.

“I need to tell you something,” Aventurine murmured, hands reaching to grab yours. He seemed awfully clingy, then again, he always is when he’s drunk. 

“What is it?” You interlock your hands with him, squeezing them comfortingly. “I’ll always be here to listen.”

“I—“ He took a deep breath, “—don’t want to be friends anymore.”

‘Fuckthatcameoutwrong—‘

You stared at him in stunned silence, feeling a piece of you die right then and there. What did he mean by, ‘I don’t want to be friends anymore.’? Is he finally fed up with all your shit after all these years? Did he— 

“I want to be more than just close friends, _____.”

Oh.

Oh.

That makes a lot of sense.

“Huh.” You idiot, is that all you can say? He gave you a flat expression, does he need to repeat himself? Please don’t make him say it again. 

“I—“ “No I just— sorry. I feel the same way about you, I was just in shock.” You interrupted, palms becoming slightly sweaty.  He let out a sigh of relief.

“Oh thank goodness. I don’t think you realize how long I’ve been holding onto that.”

“Really, when did you start feeling this way?” You were curious as to when this all started because you had liked him a while back too. Maybe if you had mustered up the courage earlier on, you would’ve been together by now.

Aventurine shrugged, “Dunno. One day you just walked in through the doors and after that, I.. felt differently towards you.” 

“But—“ he continued, “The more time I spent around you the more I started picking up on your little habits, what you loved, how you liked things done a certain way… No matter how big or small they were, I just seemed to notice it and I held onto it longer than I thought I would.” He coughed. “That was a mouthful.”

Laughing, you gave him a tight hug, soaking in his warmth. He hugged you back, clinging onto you as if you’d be gone within a blink of an eye. Oh how terrible that would be if this was a dream his hazy mind came up with… 

But you were here, breathing the same air as him and sharing your warmth with him. This was no dream like the ones he had in previous nights. He couldn’t be happier.

-----

Groaning, Aventurine slowly blinked his eyes open. His head pounded and his mouth felt full of cotton, the fuzzy memories from last night slowly seeping into his conscious mind. 

Right..last night. 

Aventurine slowly sat up, being mindful of the warmth next to him as he peered down at your slumbering form. Small puffs of air left you, chest steadily rising and falling before you shuffled in your sleep. He chuckled, moving a strand of your hair away from your face. 

Swinging his legs over to the side of the bed, he decided he would make breakfast for the both of you.

“Ugh…”

…After he took some painkillers.

⋘ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ! ⋙

[calist4r]

The many acts of nanami

How he shows his love

A/n: First non smau post!! I hope you guys just enjoy some short nanami fluff :p because why not and I love him so. Also not proofread so sorry if there’s any mistakes ^^

Act I:

First and foremost I think that something that most people can agree on is that Nanami loves you call you his wife. Even if you guys aren’t married he still calls you that. It doesn’t fail to make you giddy every time he says it. He knows the affect it has on you too, chuckling softly as he continues the previous conversation. For example, when you guys go out to eat at a restaurant it’s always “and my wife would like this one please.” “apologies but my wife didn’t order this one.” If somehow you got brought up in a conversation with his coworkers or an acquaintance of his he never uses your name, not out of disrespect or anything like that. He just loves to see the way they react when he refers to you as his wife.

“Sorry guys (he’s not sorry), my wife said I need to be home by 10 so no going out for me.”

“Whaaaat? I never knew Nanami had a girlfriend, much less a whole wife!?!”

Act II:

Nanami will be the type of man to always make sure you’ve eaten and have been properly fed. No missed meals on his watch!! If you have a certain craving he will make sure to make time so he can take you out to some restaurant or maybe just a cozy little cafe. The whole way there you’re chatting his ear off about how excited you were to finally try this new food item you were craving. Let’s just say not all things go as planned because the second your food came out, it was nasty as hell. You still decided to try and eat it though so you wouldn’t seem ungrateful or anything. But Nanami noticed how you seemed to be picking over the food. He raises his eyebrows before reaching over and taking your plate to switch with his, and before you could even protest he shakes his head. “Don’t worry you can have mine, I don’t want you to go hungry because the food isn’t to your liking.” So he eats the whole meal even if it’s the grossest thing he’s ever had. Every last bite. And you’re just sitting there stunned because what person would put themselves through that? Nanami will.

He will text you every morning asking if you’ve eaten. If you haven’t and he doesn’t have time to come over he’ll get your favorite breakfast delivered to your house, along with flowers cause why not? Nanami loves to cook for you, you won’t even need to lift a finger in the kitchen. He always plans out the meals beforehand as well. He likes grocery shopping with you but sometimes you love to pick out the bad ingredients, so he always has to switch them out with the healthier option. I know I said you don’t have to lift a finger but if you beg really hard with those cute eyes of yours he might let you be his sous chef. He may act annoyed but honestly he thinks the food tastes better when you make it together.

Act III:

He is always concerned for your safety and comfort. Do you guys know the sidewalk rule? Yeah Nanami definitely is an advocate for that. He doesn’t let you walk for a millisecond before pulling you on the opposite side. “Be careful. Let me walk on this side.” When you guys are going out together for a night out and for example let’s say it’s really cold out and you’re not dressed for the weather. That man is stopping you before you have the chance to leave the room. “You should put on a jacket, it’s really cold outside honey.” He even goes and gets your jacket, helping you put it on and zipping/buttoning it up. He doesn’t forget to seal it off with a kiss of course. Let’s say you guys don’t live together yet and you two went out for a date. Nanami will always wait until you reach the door and safety get inside your home before even thinking about driving off. Nanami the type of guy to get you out of a uncomfortable situation just by merely walking up and staring at whoever was bothering you at the time, guiding you away with a palm at the small of your back.

Act IV:

He listens to whatever you’re talking about. Most times it may not seem like he’s paying attention since he’s usually reading a book while you ramble about something that has interests you lately. He loves the way your eyes light up and the way your hands move when you tell a story. It doesn’t matter when or what he’s doing just know he’s always listening. He won’t ever admit it but his most favourite thing is when you tell him your workplace drama as you’re getting ready for sleep. He will hand you things as you ramble on about how Patrick from HQ was being a total ass to Sally.

“Oh honey did he really say that? He’s a piece of shit honestly, not a real man.” Nanami shakes his head as he hands you your toothbrush.

“Seriously I know! I don’t see how he hasn’t gotten fired yet. Oh Kento I need-“

“Your cleanser? I know I got it right here.”

He continues to help you throughout your whole night routine, only butting in when he felt it was necessary. It’s the little things that matter with Nanami. He’s never too busy for you, ever. When you get into some new hobby and you’re telling him about all the things you’ve learned about it, he mentally notes down things he wants to buy for you. So when you come home from work one day surrounded by a couple of cook books and new baking materials don’t be surprised. The better part of the surprise is Nanami walking out the kitchen wearing a cupcake apron as he greets you, causing you to burst out laughing.

“What? Don’t I look handsome darling? Been preparing the recipe for us to bake together.”

“Oh Ken you do look handsome baby. I didn’t even know you were listening when I was talking about how much I wanted to bake together.”

“I’m always listening honey, now cmon I got us matching aprons.”

Thank youuu if you read this hehe :3 Sorry it’s so short just testing things 🙏 I am very open to feedback or any type of requests

[goquokka00]

how about skz with a midsize reader and having insecurities since it’s a complicated body type? Like not being thin enough to be skinny but then not exactly plus size either yanno? but still having thick thigh and a lil belly 😫

ABSOLUTELY!!!! I can one hundred percent see them all handling different problems in their own way, cuz there's so much that comes with insecurity, y'know? But I just decided to assign a different insecurity to each of them, something I could actually see happening, and so I really hope that this is to your liking!

When You Feel Insecure... (skz OT8 x Midsize! GN! Reader)

Note: Everyone is beautiful in their own way. Please understand that everyone suffers from insecurities, whether it's mental or physical. But it doesn't matter how much you weigh, how tall or small you are, how much acne you have, how you style your hair, or what style you have. You are a beautiful and wonderful person, and there are people who will always love you regardless. 💕

Changbin's got a little suggestive, but hey, sometimes you gotta convince people using any means necessary.

BANGCHAN

As of recent, you had taken a notice to your stomach more than average. It's gotten...bigger. Much bigger than before. It wasn't round enough for you to be considered fat, but you definitely had gotten rounder. It looked gross.

And so, you had resorted to wearing hoodies. Every day, you'd always throw on a hoodie, whether it was yours or Chan's, but you'd still put one on regardless. And because it was summer, you'd always roll up the sleeves and wear shorts, mainly so you wouldn't overheat. And for a while, you managed to get away with it. But it didn't take long for Chan to catch on.

At first, he found it cute. But after weeks passed of you wearing the same clothing choices, he started to get suspicious, bringing it up with you.

"Baby, aren't you hot?" He'd ask you, only for you think about it a bit.

"A bit, but it's not bad. I'll be okay." You reassured, just watching as he shook his head.

"Hun, it's really hot out, even without a sweatshirt on. Why not just take it off?" He asked, watching as you went silent. You looked away from his gaze, wrapping your arms around yourself.

"I just..." You knew it was a bad idea to lie to Bangchan, because he was used to dealing with 7 men who were beyond crazy. It'd be hard to get away with anything. Course, he was also good at reading you, too.

"Is it your insecurities bugging you again?" He asked, watching you nod shyly. Chan immediately smiled softly, going to you and giving you a gentle hug, kissing your cheeks. "Baby, you know I don't care what you look like. You're beautiful just the way you are."

"But I've gained a bit of weight. I got rounder." You mumbled, Chan pulling back from the hug before brushing some hair out of your face.

"And? Who cares if you got rounder? You're you, right? That's all that matters to me, sweetheart." He told you, pecking your lips. "You're still an incredible human being who wouldn't hurt a fly."

"But I kill flies in the apartment all the time-"

"You get the point." He interrupted, the both of you laughing. He definitely knew how to make you feel better, that's for sure.

MINHO

Your new job was intimidating. And it was hard to fit in, too. All of the employees who worked in your building were so...skinny. And you were... not that. You were in between skinny and fat, in your terms at least. In your boyfriend, Minho's, terms, you were slim-thick. But you just didn't see it, especially after you had your job.

And so, to try and catch up with everyone else you work with, you started cutting meals. You'd bring the lunch Minho'd make for you, offer it to your coworkers, and then bring the empty box back. When cutting lunch wasn't enough, you started to stop eating breakfast, too. But even that wasn't enough to slim you down. And so, you figured that dinner would have to go, too.

But of course, the day you were going to start skipping dinner, Minho immediately caught on. You were more sluggish, always complaining that you felt lightheaded after work. Which would only be consistent if you weren't eating. And so, once he set your plate in front of you, he sat next to you, starting to eat his meal.

"Oh, no, I-I'm not really all that hungry." You claimed, Minho looking to you and raising a brow.

"The hell you mean you're not hungry? You're always hungry after work." Minho claimed. And he was right. You were so hungry, but you also really wanted to lose weight so you wouldn't drown in insecurities at work.

"Well, I'm not hungry today."

"Bullshit, I can hear your stomach grumbling from here." Minho said, setting his chopsticks down before looking to you, placing a hand on your cheek. "Babe, is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." You replied, an upset look on your face.

"Then why do you look so upset?" Minho asked, searching your eyes for an answer. "You can talk to me, you know."

"I know, I know." You said, letting out a breath. "I just...I get insecure about being the body type I am at work. And so I figured that skipping some meals wouldn't hurt so it wouldn't be so-"

"No, no, no, no, no, absolutely not. Skipping meals isn't the way to go, my love. You need nutrients to be able to work well at work." Minho said, his eyes softening at your reasoning. "And even then, you are absolutely gorgeous. You're cute, and you're a hard worker. I highly doubt anyone there is going to care how you look. And if they did, I'd storm right on over there and stuff everyone into an air fryer."

"Minho!"

"I will, don't doubt me." Minho continued, smiling as he saw you giggle. He gently pecked your lips, patting your head before moving back to his meal. "Now please, eat your damn food, or you'll eat tissues instead."

"Alright, fine." You said, going to your meal. That meal tasted much better than some damn tissues, anyway.

CHANGBIN

You tsked, turning once again in the full body mirror as you looked at the problem of the hour; your thighs. They were so...big. So disproportionate to the rest of your body. And the pants you were looking at buying made it even worse.

They were the right size, but they squeezed at your thighs, making the pants look like they were too small. It was a constant battle with your mind, too. Maybe you could confront Changbin about exercises for making your thighs smaller.

But either way, you didn't think as you mumbled a comment to yourself, forgetting that your one true love was sitting behind you, admiring the way the pants hugged your ass and squeezed at your thighs.

"My thighs are way too fat for these."

"I'm sorry, what did you say?!" Immediately, Changbin was up and off of his chair, going over to you to stand behind you, watching as your eyes stayed glued to your thighs.

"My thighs are too big. And these pants make them look horrible." You explained, pulling at the side of the pants to show just how much they were squeezing your thighs.

"No, they don't! You look stunning in them, see?" Changbin said, running his hands down your thighs while resting his head on your shoulder. "Anyone would look twice if they saw someone with thighs like yours. They're so thick, thick with three c's."

"Baby--"

"I'm serious! Y/n, anyone would kill to be absolutely suffocated with thighs like yours!"

"CHANGBIN!"

"I'm being completely honest!" Changbin shouted over you, a small chuckle and smile leaving him. "Baby, I'm completely serious when I say that you are perfect no matter what you're wearing. And these pants? God, I wanna buy like, 30 of them so I can see you in them all the time."

"You're insane."

"Only for you, pookie-bear."

HYUNJIN

You don't know how long you had been cycling through tops, but it has been a while. Each one either showed too much or showed too little. Anything tight-fit would show too much. But if it was too big, then it would drape over you and make you look even bigger.

It was a constant battle.

Eventually, you had settled on a sweater, one that seemed to hide just enough, but it also showed enough, too. But after staring at it too much, you just didn't know. You could still see your figure which was a plus, but it also made you look a bit bigger.

"Hey babe, you ready to go yet-whoa..." Hyunjin had come into the room to check up on you, make sure that you were ready to go on the date he had planned out for you both. And seeing you in those jeans that hugged your legs just right. And that sweater... "You look stunning, baby."

"Are you sure? I think it makes me look big." You said, looking back down at yourself. You fidgeted with the bottom, trying to get it to lay nicer. But Hyunjin stepped forward, doing it for you instead.

"You look perfect to me." Hyunjin said, giving you a smile.

"But it kinda shows my stomach. It makes me look bigger than usual." You said, looking at him. Though, he was focused on fixing the bottom of your shirt.

"Sweet baby, you look incredible, even with your stomach. It makes you look mysterious, hot, sexy, and yet soft and fluffy and cute. It's like I said." Hyunjin commented, fixing your top once more, stepping back to give you a smile. "It's perfect."

"And you're absolutely certain? Like, I won't get judged at all or anything right-"

"Stop, stop, stop. Just take a minute and calm down." Hyunjin told you, placing his hands on your cheeks, guiding your face to look up at him. He placed a kiss onto your forehead, giving you a warm smile.

"M'Sorry..." You mumbled, Hyunjin shaking his head.

"You have nothing to be sorry about. Feeling insecure is a human emotion, and I can't be mad at you for experiencing it." Hyunjin told you, brushing your hair out of your face. "Nobody's gonna care how you look, okay? All that matters is that you look like an angel to me. It's our date, nobody else's. Right?"

"Right." You smiled, giving a nod to him. He was right. And you couldn't be more thankful that you had a boyfriend who could see the beauty in everything.

JISUNG

You loved Jisung. You really truly did with everything in your body. But after the two of you started going out, you realized that you and him couldn't be more different. Not in personality, no, no, no. It was in your body types. Jisung had a slim waist, broad shoulders, was muscular and was just...godlike.

You were...not that. You had chub. A round belly and thick thighs, and every time the two of you went out in public together, you could feel people's eyes on you. Judging you. Probably wondering how someone with your body type managed to get with someone like Jisung.

It made you feel so insecure, it wasn't even funny. And so, you decided that you'd save yourself the trouble and stop going out in public with Jisung. Not that he minded since going out in public was hard. But even then, after a while, it got concerning.

"Baby, please? I wanna go on a walk with you, and Han River is the perfect spot!" Jisung whined, leaning onto your shoulder. You gave an apologetic smile, shaking your head.

"I'm just not feeling it right now, I'm sorry." But you and Jisung both knew the truth.

"But you love going to Han River. Especially when it's with someone you love!" Jisung taunted, making you laugh a bit.

"Yeah, but why do that when we could just stay here?"

"Because we always stay here!" Jisung complained, making you sigh. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah..." You trailed, only to see him give you puppy dog eyes. You let out a sigh, knowing you couldn't keep it from him. "No..."

"What's wrong, baby?" Jisung said, holding your hands in his, moving his head so he could see into your eyes.

"I just...I always feel like I get judged when I go out in public with you. I'm not skinny, and people think you need to be with this god-like figure, and--"

"But you are! You are my god, I literally worship you every chance I get!"

"I know you do, but your fans don't."

"Well then screw what they say!" Jisung said, making you jump a bit. "My baby, to me, you are the best human being out in the world. I don't care what you look like, because you are literally the sweetest person in the entire world. And if they can't see what I see, then they aren't real fans. Okay?"

"I..." You weren't expecting that from Jisung. He loved Stay a lot. But it was clear that he loved you even more. And that thought alone was enough to make you smile.

"Okay. "

FELIX

Damn it. You've gained weight again. You were just starting to slim down, but Felix had been in a baking mood for a long time, and all of the sweets that he made were always so good. Sure, he'd take most of them to sets and recording sessions for the guys.

But most of the time, he'd leave a few behind for you, and let you try the new batches. And you had gotten too carried away. Now, your stomach was rounder. And you hated it with a burning passion. And so, you made a rule for yourself.

No more sweets.

But that really didn't help when Felix had just made a new batch of cookies just now, and was walking over with one fresh out of the oven.

"Baby, come try these cookies!" Felix exclaimed, getting closer with the cookie in hand. "They're so good, you'll really like them!"

"I think I'm gonna pass tonight, Felix." You said, giving him a small smile as a form of apology. Instead, you were met with Felix's pouty face and sad puppy dog eyes.

"What?! But you love eating my sweets!" Felix whined, holding the cookie with sadness in his eyes. And immediately, you felt bad.

"Oh, Felix...I just...I'm not really feeling like eating the sweets right now." Course, right after you said that, you swallowed the saliva that had started to gather in your mouth. How perfect.

"But you seem like you're salivating. Don't they just smell delicious, baby?" Felix asked, bringing the cookie closer to you. You let out a sigh, nodding along.

"Yes, they do, but I..." Damn it. Felix always managed to get you cornered with his adorable need to have people eat his cooking. Damn it all. "I just...I'm trying to cut back on sweets."

"Oh, really?" Felix raised a brow, managing to catch on quickly. "Wait, are you starting to feel self-conscious again?"

"A little, yeah." You said with a shrug, Felix setting the cookie down and giving you a hug. You returned the gesture, a smile appearing on your face.

"Babes, you know that I'll love you no matter what, right? You're sweeter and way better than anything else I've ever baked." Felix pulled back from the hug as he spoke, brushing some hair out of your face before pecking your lips. "If you still wanna cut back on sweets, I'll understand, but one every time I bake won't hurt anyone."

And he had a point. It wasn't like he baked often, anyway. It was when he had time, and that was rare. And so you nodded, kissing his cheek before taking the cookie from the table, not wanting to potentially crush your lover anymore.

"I guess one wouldn't hurt."

SEUNGMIN

You hated the look of yourself today. Every time you turned in the mirror, you managed to find so many things wrong with yourself. You had rolls starting to form, your stomach got round, your thighs were so fat it made your calves look stupid.

You just...you looked gross. You weren't skinny, you weren't fat, but you felt fat. Even with the small amount of things you did to spruce up your look for the day was just...blegh.

You deemed to yourself that you just looked disgusting. Though, when you said it out loud to yourself, you didn't realize Seungmin happened to be walking into the bedroom.

"I look so...fat..." You claimed, not knowing how else to put it. Of course, Seungmin overhearing that jumped right into action.

"Um, excuse me? The hell you mean, 'you're fat'?" Seungmin asked, walking over to you and looking at your reflection in the mirror.

"It's what I said. I look fat." You repeated.

"Baby, I love you, I really do, but you need to shut the hell up." Seungmin said, placing his arms around your waist from behind. "You're beautiful both inside and out. If you weren't, I wouldn't be dating you."

"Is that supposed to help?"

"Do you want me to help get rid of the insecurities or do you want to just continue wallowing away in them?"

You went silent at that, placing your hands onto Seungmin's arms, looking at both of you in the mirror. Seungmin was well aware of what your silence meant, and so he continued on.

"When you look in the mirror, what do you see?" He asked, kissing your cheek.

"I see a beautiful man hugging a big person who just looks gross and doesn't deserve to be with said man." You said. Seungmin hummed, taking in your answer before responding.

"Well I think you're wrong." He said, hugging you closer to him. "I see a beautiful, stunning, smart, funny, sexy person in the arms of an extremely lucky guy."

"Aw, you mean that?"

"Don't push it." Seungmin said, kissing the side of your head again before patting your ass. "Now come on, we're gonna be late meeting up with the guys."

"Okay, okay." You replied, playfully shoving Seungmin. You were pretty sure that you were the one considering yourself lucky, now.

JEONGIN

When Jeongin said that he would be coming home with outfits for the both of you for the upcoming award ceremony, you weren't expecting something so...tight-fit. It showed off everything, your belly, your thighs, everything that you were completely insecure about.

You weren't a fan.

And so, when you left the room in something other than what Jeongin had intended, he obviously got extremely concerned. He wanted you both to match, but if you weren't gonna wear what he wanted you to wear, then what was the point?

"Babe, what happened to the outfit I got you?" He asked, watching you walk over to him.

"Oh, I just-"

"Did it not fit?" He interrupted, looking you over. He was almost certain that everything would've fit. He got all of your sizes right, or at least, he thought he did.

"No, I mean, yes? Kind of." You said, thinking about how to put this. "It was just...it kinda just showed off a bit too much of me."

"Babe, it's supposed to do that." Jeongin told you, cupping your cheek as he tried to figure out what could've made you not want to wear the outfit he got you.

"Yeah, but that's kind of the problem." You said, placing your arms over your stomach. And that was when the buzzer went off in Jeongin's head, realizing the issue. You were feeling insecure.

"Aw, babe...I'm sorry..." Jeongin just felt bad now. He didn't realize that you could've felt insecure about the outfit he got you. "Can I at least see you in it?"

"What?"

"Just let me see so I know. Please?" Jeongin asked. And how could you say no? You went back to the room and put on the outfit, walking back in so Jeongin could look at you. And immediately, you were met with an awestruck Jeongin.

"It's terrible, right?"

"Terrible for my heart? Cuz yeah, you look...really good, baby..." Jeongin told you. It made you blush a bit and look away.

"Really?"

"Yes, really! Baby, you look incredible!" Jeongin said, going over and admiring your fit. "You're gonna make people drop dead! They won't even know what hit them! I still don't know what hit me!"

You couldn't help but laugh at your boyfriend's reaction, finding it cute. Maybe it wasn't so bad if he liked it as much as he did.

Hey! Firstly, thank you so much for reading this post, and I really hope you enjoyed! If you did, please like, reblog, or comment so I can see how I'm doing with writing and getting feedback! I hope you have a lovely day! Sleep well, stay in good health, and eat something if you haven't! ❤️❤️❤️

[latenightdaydreams]

Omega recruit asking Alpha Colonel König to help with their heat.

Been on the team for a while now, a good soldier. Never had an issue with the suppressants before, but the Colonels scent is so addictive and the suppressants just don't work with him.

Alpha!König x Omega!Reader (Fem)

MDNI🔞

Master List

>cw: fem/afab, oral, p in v, knotty, love bite

1.5k word count

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As you sit on your bed with your head in your hands, you’re still consumed with the scent of Colonel König. You pull your shirt closer to your nose. His smell lingers from him, correcting your posture. No matter how much you try, you cannot seem to resist his scent, especially during heat. It doesn’t help that he’s a powerful Alpha that is still kind and treats Omegas with respect. 

After a few moments of thinking, you stand quickly and march towards your room door. You walk through base with purpose, praying König is still in his office, tail wagging slightly from anxiety. Are you truly about to do this?

Before you even knock on his office door, König sniffs the air, already smelling your approach. Your smell is aromatic and addictive. Whenever you’re in heat, König has a strong desire to reach out and claim you as his own, taste your slick, and bite the sweet neck. Yet, he remains calm and neutral around you.

You knock on his door, your heart beating so loud you can hear it. 

“Come in.” König’s Austrian accent carries through the door. 

Slowly you turn the knob, entering his office. Your eyes fall on König’s pale blue, his tail wagging and ears relaxed. The door falls closed behind you as you walk forward. There is an anxious look on your face as you sit, looking at the floor.

“What brings you in, Schatz?” König leans back in his chair; his eyes drift up and down your body.

“I have to ask something of you.” You look up to meet his gaze.

König nods, waiting for you to continue. He’s having a hard time concentrating on the powerful smell of you in heat.

“I- this is embarrassing…”

“Don’t be embarrassed, go on.” 

“I want to ask if you might… well…help with my heat.” Your ears lay down as you wait for his response. Your body is riddled with anxiety.

König takes a deep breath in; all he can smell is you. The sweet slick and your arousal. Your neck is unmarked. “You want me? Are you sure you could…handle me?” He smiles, showing off his sharp canines.

“Yes.”

König raises his eyebrows; he wasn’t expecting such a confident answer from you. His tail wags faster as he leans forward to look at you better. “Well then, let’s not waste any time.” 

He stands from his desk and reaches his large hand out to you. You put your much smaller hand in his; surprised he accepted your request. König walks you from his office to the barrack, holding the door open for you to walk inside. 

As you enter, your senses get overwhelmed. His musk is everywhere. You can feel a chill run down your spine as König places a hand on your lower back. He gently guides you to his bed, wasting no time. You sit, his hands caress your face, dropping to your body. He’s hungry, starving, for just a taste of that slick. 

“May I undress you, Liebling?” 

You nod without hesitation, helping him undress you. The more layers that were removed from your body, the stronger your smell becomes. A low growl escapes his lips as he gazes down at you in only your underwear. Your perfect breasts are visible for him to enjoy. 

He moves in closer to smell you. His nose pressing into the nap of your neck. It takes everything in him to not mark you at this moment as his lips graze the sensitive skin. His kisses begin to move down your body, smelling the valley between your breasts as he moves down.

You gaze down at him, your excitement almost too much. Every soft kiss makes your body tingle. König gently pulls down your soft white panties to expose your soaking wet pussy to him. He puts his nose close to your pussy and takes a long deep breath, your scent pure with no filters. You smell like the sweetest treat. He’s never smelled anything like this before. You’re the one.

“You…you smell exquisite.” His voice came out with a deep huff. 

After a moment of anticipation, he leans in and begins to devour that sweet little cunt. His long tongue lapping at every inch of your pussy. Your taste consumes him as he moves lower, pushing his tongue into your tight little hole.

You fall back on to his bed as he grabs your legs and pulls them over his shoulder. A loud moan escapes from your lips as he tongue swirls inside of your cunt. “König.” 

His eyes flicker up to look at your body as you squirm. Your breasts jiggle as you move. “You’re beautiful, Liebling.” He whispers before going back to your cunt. His tongue flicks over your click rapidly as your body contorts from ecstasy. Right as you’re on the edge of an orgasm, König pulls away with a smirk. 

“You can’t cum without me, Liebling.” König chuckles standing up, undressing himself with haste. His eyes are glued to your wet pretty pussy.

As his boxers drop to the ground your eyes go wide seeing how ginormous his cock is. You can’t wait to feel it stretch you, feeling his fat knot inside. König would see by the look in your eyes that you’re not intimidated by his size, instead you seem to desire him more.

“Are you ready for me?” He grasps his cock at the base and moves closer to you. You nod and gaze into his eyes. “Get on all fours.”

You quickly sit up and turn to get on all fours, your pussy tingling. König steps behind you and lines himself up with your entrance. His hand runs down your back, feeling the curve of your body.

König’s hands settle on your hips, pulling you to him as he pushes forward into you. A soft moan leaves your lips as you feel the tip of his fat cock press into you. Your hands grasp the bedsheets in front of you. A low growl slips from his lips as he watches your pussy stretch intently. 

He pushes in more and your back begins to arch from the feeling of being torn in two. “Oh, fuck König.”

A cocky smile appears on his face as he listens to your reaction. You're perfect. The way you smell, taste, the way your pussy is just sucking him into it more. You have such a perfectly tight and warm pussy. It’s his now, you’re his.

His hips pull back and slam against you again, your walls flutter around him in response. There is no gentle love making, König’s been craving you for too long to take his time. Your slick is completely covering his cock now, spreading to his pubic hair as he continues to ram his cock into you.  

You lose your strength and fall forward into the bed, ass still up in the air. Your body quivers from the blissful pleasure his cock gives you. One of his hands snakes up your back and pulls you back to him by your hair, wrapping his other hand around your neck to hold you.

“Is this what you needed? To get fucked?”

“Yes, König…yes.” You gasp in moans. His free hand snakes around to your bouncing breasts and squeezes them.

“Are you close again?” He knows the answer is yes as you slowly squeeze around his length.

“Y-yes…please…can I cum?” You beg so pathetically; how can König say no?

“Yes. Cum for me. Cum on my cock.” He buries his nose into the crook of your neck, craving the feeling of his teeth in your skin.

A strong sensation builds from your cunt and releases throughout your whole body making you almost go limp in his grasp. Loud moans escape your mouth, thanking König for letting you cum. 

Such an obedient Omega.

The tightness of your pussy mixed with your scent overwhelming his senses was driving König over the edge. He pulls out and climbs on to the bed, sitting at the edge. His hands wrap around your body, lifting you to place you on his lap. 

König’s cock slips right back into your pussy, your release making you wetter than before. His blue eyes gaze into yours as his hands wrap underneath your ass, bouncing you on his cock.

“Tell me you want to be mine.” His eyes lock onto yours mixed with so much emotion. 

“I want to be yours König.” You moan out as he impales you on his cock.

“Forever?” He grunts.

“Yes, forever.” 

König gazes into your eyes and slowly lowers you down more on to his cock, watching your face as he gently shoves his knot into you. Your jaw drops open and gasps, fingers digging into his chest.

“You’ve got this, you can take it.” His voice was so gentle, his eyebrows pinched together. 

A wave of pain rushes through you until you’re finally seated all the way down on his cock. You let out gasping breaths as his cock throbs deeply inside of you, covering your fertile walls with his cum. He leans forward, tilting your head to the side slightly. 

You let out a soft whimper as König digs his teeth deep into the crook of your neck. He bites down hard, breaking the skin and marking you as his. His and his alone. When he pulls his mouth away, he looks at the mark he’s left on your skin.

“Mine. Only mine. Okay?” His voice demanding showing he’s serious.

“Only yours.” 

König moves back on the bed with you still attached to him, making the bed comfortable for the two of you to lay in for the next few hours while you’re stuck to him. His arms wrap around you, holding you to him tightly as he kisses you all over and whispers sweet nothings to you.

[meggannn]

AITA for not accepting my EX coworker's feedback on my personal project and destroying his favorite toy when he refused to leave?

I don't really see how I'm the bad guy but I thought I'd ask in case there's a new perspective I'm lacking. I am very rarely wrong but I admit I have miscalculated before.

I (M, none of your business how old I am) have an old coworker, Vance* (M, ??? maybe like 100, it's hard to guess dwarven ages) who I used to get along with okay. We'd occasionally share some banter and have the odd disagreement on how a project needed to be handled but it was nothing major. Last I knew him, he had a side job as an author and I enjoyed reading his books. We worked together for a few years but this was about a decade ago.

The thing is though, I've always been a bit of a lone wolf. During my time at that old company, I'd been wanting to leave that job as soon as I started it, to pursue my real passion project. I was only there for as long as it took to support my own goals. As soon as we achieved a major milestone at the company, really the only reason the company was founded, I decided to leave without warning. I understand this is rude among many cultures nowadays but I knew they would no longer need me, and I was planning on traveling quite a long ways for my new job and it was unlikely I'd see any of them again, so I thought it would be best for everyone if I just cut ties.

It's now been about ten years and I recently made a major step in finally finishing my project. Not to exaggerate but you could really say this is truly the most revolutionary thing in at least several millennia. It will be something truly special and people will understand its brilliance once everyone really gives my project a try with an open mind.

But just as I was about to complete it, I heard a voice I haven't heard in a decade. It's Vance, with his favorite crossbow (he named it Blanca*, that's not important but just so you can understand he's a guy who likes to nickname things). He stalked me across the continent! Then just showed up and rudely started providing feedback, as though he was part of this project! And he called me by an old nickname he thought was funny back when we were still working together. Look, I would be happy to talk to him any time, but just not then, you understand? And especially not if he was going to try to talk me down from completing my pièce de résistance!

I've had a long time to consider my goals and actions. I truly believe my passion project will change the world for the better. I explained all of this to him. But he wouldn't back down, and then he AIMED Blanca at me, fully loaded. I just couldn't abide that. So I destroyed Blanca.

Now everyone on the internet is upset with me, but I think that's a huge overreaction; not to brag or anything, but I could have done much worse to him. So tell me, AITA?

Please note that I am ONLY accepting judgments on if I am the asshole for DESTROYING BLANCA, not for working on my passion project. I will not apologize for that.

*Names have been changed to protect my anonymity.

(thanks to @zombolouge for the help)

[judesfavflvr]

could you one where jude and reader are doing gq couples quiz and it’s just them being super cutesy and jude getting lowkey upset when you forget one of the answers 🎬

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 you sat down in front of jude, making sure your back was straight and your cards were hidden from his line of sight. the crew was fixing up his mic, leaving you to wait for them to finish, your eyes watching them move around. jude caught your eye, sending you what you assumed was his attempt at a wink, making you smile as you sent one back. the introduction to the quiz was like any other couple’s, and you quickly set off to the questions, starting with you.

“alright, what’s my go-to karaoke song?” you asked, biting your lip to hold back a smirk, expecting him to get it wrong.

“it’s that song that goes…wait no- hold on, no” you raised your eyebrow at him, watching him struggle to recall the name of the song. “the song that goes ‘hey i just met you…this is crazy’, you know what i’m talking about!” you laughed as he mumbled the lyrics, nodding your head as you moved onto the next card.

“i didn’t expect you to get that one” you said, looking back up at him with a wide grin.

“what can i say, i know my missus” he shrugged, leaning back in his chair and spreading his legs, a proud smile on his lips.

“yeah? then what’s the one thing that always makes me laugh?”

“me” he wasted no time in answering, clearly serious about his answer. you gave him a few seconds to actually answer, head tilted, but he simply urged you to move on to the next question, nodding towards your cards.

“well, you’re not wrong” you muttered as you moved on to the next question, not knowing what else you expected from him. “what’s my favorite holiday and why?”

“of ours?” you nodded back, “the time we went to greece” he sat back confidently after that, crossing his arms.

“okay, why?”

“you can’t ask two questions” he groaned, clearly buying himself more time to think of an answer.

“that’s what it says on the card, jude. answer or else i’ll give you half a point”

“fine. uh, because it was our first real holiday together” and you nodded, making him laugh, not expecting the answer to be so simple.

what you didn’t expect was for him to answer the rest of the questions correctly, not a single wrong answer leaving his mouth, the proudest of smiles on his face as he stood before you, his hands in fists as he waved them before your face.

“okay, my turn” he sat back down, wiggling slightly in his chair, the smile never leaving his face. “who is my favorite football player of all time?”

“zidane” you answered right away, quite confident in your answer until he scrunched his eyebrows. “come on, you know i’m right”

“yeah, you are” he said with a smile, looking at the camera then at the next card. “i tried getting you to change it. okay, what’s the first gift I ever gave you?”

“was it the watch?” you asked, unsure due to the sheer amount of gifts he’s given you, but he apparently kept up with each one as he shook his head at your answer. “wait, it was the jersey”

“hey, you already got it wrong” he exclaimed when you got it right the second time, shaking his head as he looked back down at his cards.

“come on, half a point. i deserve it” and you could only grin when he agreed to give it to you.

“fine, but you better get this one right” and he was off asking you the rest of the questions. admittedly, you had a harder time answering than he did, but you managed until the last question.

“what’s the date of my first Bundesliga game?” your face dropped at his question, raking your memory for an answer, but it was blank. you truly had no idea, and your brows scrunched in thought as you zoned out, his voice snapping you out of it, “come on, it can’t be that hard”

“how am i supposed to remember that” you grumbled, finally giving up as you sat back, looking up at him.

“do you actually not know?” his face fell, his tone accusing as he waited for you to answer, but the answer never came. “oh you’ve got to be kidding me” he groaned, his entire demeanor changing, and knowing jude, you knew he was actually getting upset. he sat forward, his elbows resting on his thighs as he stared at you.

“i’m sorry, it was so long ago” you tried justifying it, a grimace on your face as you gave your memory one last chance to save you.

“i remembered the first time we went out” and he was right, only succeeding at making you feel worse. you shrugged, waiting for his reaction. “well, that was the last question and you clearly didn’t get it, so i win” he finally sat back, a pout on his face where slumped in his chair.

and you knew it was going to take a whole lot of making up for him to get over this, but it didn’t matter because him getting each one of your questions right put a smile on your face for the rest of the week.

[barcaatthemoon]

"do you think of me when you touch yourself?" with alexia pls <3

insufferable || alexia putellas x reader ||

alexia didn't know how to feel when she saw you. she had seen you in a few photo dumps from jenni, but it didn't compare to being next to you again. it had been years since alexia had seen you, and admittedly, they had been kind to you. alexia didn't know what to think as she watched you coach your team.

"what did you do to that poor girl?" marta asked as she glanced over towards you. alexia glanced up at the older player. the same thought was running through her head. she knew that your injury had taken a toll on you, as had the breakup. sometimes alexia felt bad about leaving you at one of your lowest points, but the two of you were constantly at each other's throats. "you should talk to her. maybe things could be better now."

"and deal with the distance? i'll talk to her, but we couldn't handle barcelona to madrid, marta," alexia said. she mustered up as much of her courage as she could to walk over there and talk to you. you were speaking rapid spanish at the girls on your bench, so fast that alexia could barely keep up.

"you played well ladies, hit the showers. drinks on me tonight," you told your team. alexia was glad that you weren't overly upset over the loss. "congratulations, i suppose that i owe you a drink as well capi."

"coaching looks good on you," alexia complimented. you smirked as you turned and flexed your arm. you had always been pretty fit, but now you were carrying more muscle than ever. you'd never play again, but you looked like you could give any of the girls on the pitch a run for their money.

"gotta give you something to think about on the ride back to spain," you teased. you were waiting for a quip or something from alexia, but it never came. you frowned and decided to push a little further. "did i hit too close to home?"

"shut up," alexia grumbled as she shoved you away. you laughed it off before you realized what alexia was getting at. she was blushing pretty hard, and looked like she did whenever you dug too close to the truth.

"oh my god, do you think of me when you touch yourself?" alexia clapped her hand over your mouth, grumbling under her breath about how you never changed. "i've got some time off coming up. i could make a trip to spain to see you if you'd like."

"it's much easier to pretend that you can be romantic if you're all the way over here," alexia teased. you scoffed at her insinuation, the plane ticket to barcelona for your upcoming vacation already booked in your mind.

[starlostseungmin]

husband!hyunjin

✰ notes: here concludes my husband!skz series with hyunjin. i hope you enjoyed this as much as i enjoyed writing everyone! not proofread and not edited. DO NOT FORGET TO REBLOG, COMMENT AND LEAVE TAGS! thank you <33

seungmin , chan , lee know , jeongin , han , changbin , felix（ hyunjin ）

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Husband Hyunjin whom everyone expected to make a grand proposal, prepared a simple candlelight dinner in your shared apartment and cooked your favorite meals. You thought it was just a usual dinner date at home which you’d do sometimes. He suddenly got down on one knee and opened a small box with a diamond ring, “Will you be my everlasting muse? The one who would love to spend the rest of their life with me?” 

Husband Hyunjin who cried and hugged you tightly as he thanked you for saying yes. 

Husband Hyunjin who was the happiest and got emotional during the weddingーmentally screaming, hair-ripping, toe-curling, exaggerated excitement (sincere), and deeply in thought about how he would spend an eternity with you. 

Husband Hyunjin who loves to stare at you while talking, especially on your lips thinking how much he wants to kiss you. His kisses start with innocent, soft, and warm then later change into intimate, hot, and intoxicating which makes you get addicted to them. 

Husband Hyunjin who loves to be babied and cuddled when he’s tired or just wants to be a small spoon whenever he feels like it. He’d refuse to go to work just to stay in bed all day with you. 

Husband Hyunjin whose dates consist of visiting art museums, picnics, watching musicals or movies, evening strolls, and road trips. Sometimes it gets over the moon when he decides to take you to (country) because you’ve been dying to visit the place. He giggled nonstop when he surprised you that he bought the tickets. 

Husband Hyunjin who would always bring his sketchbook and camera on dates just to take a picture of you or make his hand busy sketching a portrait of you just because he finds you beautiful every time. He will show them to you when he’s done. The pictures or sketches will be hung on your shared apartment's wall for safekeeping and memories. 

Husband Hyunjin who drives you crazy when he’s just doing normal things like simply unbuttoning his polo, rolling up his sleeves, taking off his jacket showing his bodybuild especially when he wears a tanktop inside, brushing his bangs upward, dancing? It would add fuel to the fire when he kisses you like a man starved from your touch. 

Husband Hyunjin who brings you food and medicine when you get sick. He will probably take his day off from work depending on how fast your recovery is that it would take days for him to sit there and take care of you. The type to make sure that you won’t die since he would end up grieving so hard. “It’s just a mild flu, Hyunjin.” “Are you sure?” 

Husband Hyunjin who is loud and dramatic whenever he realizes he got betrayed, lost a game, or is just being dumb (lovingly). He and Jisung are a perfect match and you’re the one who actually gets in between. 

Husband Hyunjin who gets shy whenever you compliment him but sometimes he would feel a blast of confidence that he gives you a wink as a response and becomes flirty.

Husband Hyunjin who loves to make a fool of himself, vocabulary just consists of memes (you can blame Han and Felix for that) cringes at his own cuteness and regrets it later just to make you laugh. 

Husband Hyunjin who lets you play with his long hair. He loves it when you do pigtails. You often tease him that he looks like Boo from Monsters Inc. 

Husband Hyunjin whom Kkami wants to disown. 

Husband Hyunjin who tries his hardest to comfort you as best as he can whenever he sees you being vulnerable in trying times. Promised not to leave you alone until you feel better, crack a dad joke he got from Chan to lift the atmosphere (which is effective by the way) and take you to his arms, whispering how he is proud of you. 

Husband Hyunjin who made a playlist filled with songs that make him think about you, scream your vibe, and the ones that would portray his exact feelings. Sometimes he would write down lyrics about how lovesick and hopeless romantic he is. All songs and melodies are heavily inspired by you. 

Husband Hyunjin who loves to send you selfies, videos of him taken by the members that serve husband material, and voice messages whenever he’s abroad because he misses you so much that he cries himself to sleep and can’t wait to go home. It’s also necessary to send you short vlogs and pictures of sceneries of the places he went without you because of work and leave messages like, “This reminds me of you.” “It’s beautiful, isn’t it? Let’s visit this place together soon!” “I’m sure you’d like these souvenirs I got you!” “The food out here is great! Treat me here soon!” 

Husband Hyunjin whose love languages are words of affirmation, physical touch, gift-giving, quality time, and acts of service. 

Husband Hyunjin who loves to spoil you even if you tell him not to spend a lot of money on you but he won’t listen and insists on accepting them. 

Husband Hyunjin who doesn’t admit his mistakes during the first few minutes of the argument but later apologizes over and over again and promises never to do it again. He’s also the type that is hard to make up with but he can’t keep it up for hours and just cuddles you whispering “I’m sorry, I’ll do better.” 

Husband Hyunjin who gets jealous easily and is possessive whenever he sees you having a good time with his members. “I’m yours, Hyunjin. Don’t worry.” You’d say but you know that is not enough for him so he’d show you to whom you belong (affectionately, or depending on how you both want it).

Husband Hyunjin who refused to get a divorce when you felt that your marriage was falling apart because he couldn’t imagine his life without you. He won’t let go of you easily and you didn’t even make any attempts to leave him. 

Husband Hyunjin who is careful whenever in talks of having kids because your decision matters in this relationship but he would reassure you that if you ever wanted to have one, he will be the best dad your kid could ask for. 

Husband Hyunjin who is the most precious, kind, and pure to your heart that you wouldn’t even want to live a life without him. He is the moon and stars to your night, the sunshine after the rain, the rose amongst the thorns, and the pretty shells you find on a beach where no one knows. 

Husband Hyunjin who holds your hand and intertwines your fingers as he kisses your knuckles saying, “I love you.” 

Husband Hyunjin whose wedding vows are not enough to show how much he would love to spend his entire life with you. “I fucking love you so fucking much and we’re married, you can’t leave. You’re stuck with me whether you like it or not!” 

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