#like... can i just enjoy my breaks. please

[prettydaisygirl]

can you do a part 2 about the bf james and peter story? maybe james ghosts her and she runs into remus one day, tells him what happened and he goes back and tells james

Just for you, love! This one turned out way longer than I thought it would, haha! Hope you enjoy <3

(ex)boyfriend!James Potter x fem!reader who finally talk about Peter ✿ 1.7k words

cw: fem reader, break up, Peter is the worst, Remus is the best, angst with a happy ending

james potter masterlist

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please read part 1 here

You hate breakups.

Not that you’re entirely sure that is what is going on, but you haven’t heard from James in three weeks. That has to mean you’re broken up, right?

The first week, you’d held out hope that James might call you. Even though deep down you knew, when he’d kissed your hair instead of your lips and Peter looked at you with that smirk… It was pointless to wait around, but you’d been hoping for an opportunity to explain yourself. To tell James that it’s Peter who was saying horrible things, not you. You were trying to defend him!

But the call never came.

So your days go by in a blur, aimless routines and rituals that keep your body occupied and alive while your brain and heart ache for him. Things aren’t the same without James’ bright smile and beautiful aura. Your home feels dull without the promise of his shoes by the door next to yours, or a goodnight kiss where neither of you really want to fall asleep. You miss him. 

The park is your only escape. The light on your skin and the breeze in your hair makes you feel lighter, even if it’s just for a moment. You let the excited dogs and giggling little kids make you happy. It’s enough to get you out of the house. Enough to keep you going. Enough to make sure your heart doesn’t fully shrivel up and die. 

It’s one of those days, the ones where you feel a bit lighter sitting at the park bench and letting your mind go, when you suddenly find that you aren’t alone.

“Hello.” You know that voice. The smooth, honeyed tone you know to belong to James’ friend, Remus. 

“Remus,” You greet him with a smile that doesn’t entirely reach your eyes, “How are you?”

“I’m alright, love. But I’m more interested in how you’re doing. You look…” Remus’ words trail off but you can think of a million different ways he could end that sentence: bad, tired, upset, broken, etc.

“I’m… alive.” You decide on, but the words sound empty even to you. Remus eyes you, clearly deep in thought. 

“It was Peter, wasn’t it?” He asks the question like he already knows the answer. His words surprise you, head turning and brow raising, especially when he continues. “Peter said something that made you upset.”

You nod, throat tightening as you remember that horrible dinner all those nights ago. Your fingers pick at the wood of the park bench, your shoulders sagging.

“Peter is horrible.” You say, and you don’t care if you sound cruel, “From the moment I met him, I knew he was horrid. I know he’s your friend but you all let him say the most disgusting things about people. About each other!”

“What did he say?” Remus asks, and when you turn with your mouth open ready to argue, ready for Remus to defend his friend, he doesn’t. His face is only open, understanding.

You wring your hands in your lap and purse your lips as you think about what you want to say. Remus sits in patient silence, giving you time without complaint.

“He asked me if I think James is obnoxious.” You start, and Remus’ brows raise just an inch on his forehead. But he doesn’t speak. “He told me that… James would be getting bored of me. That someone new would catch his eye and everything we had would just…” You look around the park, eyes scanning everything without really seeing. You just will yourself not to cry. 

“I mean, I guess he was right? James and I haven’t talked in three weeks, he won’t even respond to my texts.”

Remus nods slowly, and your heart sinks a bit more. Maybe Remus agrees with Peter. Maybe he is just here to destroy your last bit of hope and put the final nail in the coffin.

“Peter and James have been friends since before I ever met either of them.” Remus says, finally, his voice cutting through the rest of the peaceful park sounds. “Peter has always been… for lack of a better term, a small man. James is larger than life, and Peter has always been jealous of him, even when we were young.”

“As boys, Peter would scare off anyone who wanted to be friends with James. It was only through Sirius’ stubbornness that he managed to break through them and become a part of the group. And Peter only allowed it if he was there too. I came along a bit later.”

“But even in our group of four, it was obvious that James is Peter’s best friend. He would get… antsy if we ever spent time together without him. It’s gotten better now as we’ve gotten older but it seems as though Peter has shifted his attention.” 

“What are you saying?” Your voice cuts through Remus’, eyes wide and your body turned almost fully toward him at this point.

“I’m saying you aren’t the first girlfriend of James’ that Peter has gotten rid of.” Remus runs a hand through his hair and sighs heavily, face turning serious. “I should’ve known he was going to do this.”

The two of you sit in silence for a while, a mutual anger bubbling in the air around you both.

“Has he said anything?” You ask finally, your voice weaker than you’d like it to be. “James, I mean.”

“Oh, he’s devastated.” Remus’ voice is thick with emotion and his face morphs into obvious frustration, “The man is so in love with you.”

“Then why-” It’s like Remus can read your mind, he answers before you can even get the words out of your mouth.

“James loves Peter like a brother. Peter has been by James’ side since before the two of them were in diapers. I think… I think James doesn’t want to see what Peter is doing. He wants Peter to be good but…” Remus’ voice trails off again and you find your stomach churning.

“I love James.” You say, and you’ve never said anything truer in your life. “I just want him to be happy.”

“You both deserve to be happy. I’ll talk to him.” Remus says, and he continues to speak before you can open your mouth to argue, “I mean it. Then, if he doesn’t want to be with you, we’ll know. But he does. And you both deserve to be happy together.”

“Thank you, Remus.” You say, and you hate the way hope creeps back into your soul.

But four days pass after your conversation with Remus, and you still don’t hear from James.

It’s been devastating, almost worse this time, like breaking up all over again. You really tried not to get your hopes up when you spoke with Remus, but you can’t help it. All you want is James back.

You’re in an old t-shirt and putting a frozen meal in the oven when there’s a knock at the door. You groan, moving through the living room to the front door and you open it. 

Your heart stops when you see James’ face. He looks… dull. Not that bright, bubbly ray of human sunshine he always is.

“Jamie.” His name leaves your lips as a breath of relief and also a cry of pain.

“I’m sorry,” He says, and his voice is just as strained and pained as your own. “Remus told me about what you said. About what Peter said…”

You lean against the front door a bit, letting it hold some of your weight since you don’t trust yourself to stand fully on your own at the moment. You watch James, heart pounding in your chest. You’re sure it’s loud enough that he can hear it too. 

“I tried to tell you, but you all just left.” You say, and your eyes burn as the emotions resurface. “And you never called. I just wanted to explain…”

“I know.” James’ eyes squeeze shut and you feel your heart squeeze too. “I know, I’m sorry. I thought Peter was my friend…”

“Friends don’t talk about each other like that.” You step out onto the porch, standing in front of James. You miss being close to him, even just like this.

“No. They don’t.” James agrees, and you find yourself wanting to reach out and touch him. He seems to read your mind, placing a hand on the side of your neck and placing his forehead on yours. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” You say, your voice cracking at the end. “I don’t want to break up.”

“I don’t either.” James agrees softly and it’s like you can feel the broken parts of yourself start to let him put you back together. 

“What about Peter?” You ask, pulling back enough to look into his eyes. You’re worried this is too good to be true. 

“I’m done with Peter.” James shakes his head, his curls swinging in front of his forehead as he moves with vigor, “I confronted him about what happened after I talked with Remus. And he admitted everything! He bragged about it, he said he thought he was helping me out because he thinks you aren’t good enough for me.” James rolls his eyes, but you can still see the emotional turmoil he must be going through.

You pull him close, your two bodies fitting together like the pieces of a puzzle, reuniting after weeks apart. 

“I’m sorry.” You say. “I know you love him.”

“I love you.” James says, and presses a kiss to the side of your head. “I’m sorry I believed Peter.”

“I’m sorry he wasn’t a good friend to you, Jamie.” Your voice is muffled as you bury your face in his neck. His scent is comforting, soothing the ache of weeks without him. You squeeze him a bit tighter.

And this time, you’re not letting go.

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© prettydaisygirl

[jakezzgirlz]

love love love Jake who knows he's being manipulative, trying to coax you into a quickie because he just wants you so bad, knowing damn well it won't be quick, but also knowing you couldn't say no to him when he gives you that look. Or when he tells you how he just wants to have fun with his pretty girlfriend, how's that a bad thing :((

ೀ TOOK ME 5 FUCKING DAYS IM SO SORRY :c i also kinda went off track... PLEASE INTERACT IF YOU ENJOY!!

ᝰ.ᐟwarnings ¡ DARK THEMES, coercion, verrrryy bad jakey, manipulation, painful sex, cervix fucking, possesive jake, jake is an insecure asshole, quickies uhhhh idk

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He doesn't understand why you just cant be there for him when he needs you? He's always been there for you when you need to relieve some stress so why cant you be a good girlfriend and help him out? You'd guys would fuck like bunnies before but now you can barely spare 10 more minutes? Thoughts flood his head- maybe your not attracted to him anymore, or worse- maybe your seeing someone else. The thoughts plagued his mind even when he pushed them away because he cant stand the fact of you being with anyone else.

His fear of losing you warped into control, all because the idea of losing you was far more terrifying than the guilt of keeping you close by any means. Finding any way to claim you just to reassure himself that 'your not going''. You never even realized how you depend on jake. His voice calmed the noise in your head, and his presence was a kind of safety you couldn’t recreate on your own, jake knew you needed him, how much you depend and trust him. So he decides to use that to his advantage.

He'd disguise it as love, he’d isolate you gently, starting with casual comments like, "I just don’t think your friends really get you the way I do,” or "You always seem drained after seeing them—maybe you should take a break." Over time, you'd find yourself spending more time with just him, because it felt easier, safer. He’d play the role of your protector, framing himself as the only one who truly understood you, making you doubt your own judgment. When you were upset or anxious, not feeling energized enough for sex, just needing to rest. He’d flip it—“After everything I’ve done for you, and this is how you treat me?”— So you'd give in, letting him use your body no matter how sore or painful your core feels from his cock plunging deep, and filling you up with cum again and again.

Begging you before you leave to work for a quickie with his pleading eyes promising that he'll be quick. But behind those eyes is the need to claim you as his, to have you go outside with your pussy stuffed with cum-his cum.

Trying to talk to jake nowadays just turns to sex. Bringing up how you feel isolated and he will look at you crazy before he shrugs it off and kneels between your legs kissing you through your panties. Even when your pussy's still spasming and leaking out his cum- he'll make you miss the first half of your friends birthday party just to shove his cock down your throat... won't let you wash away the mascara that's running down your face.

At first, he might frame sex as a way to feel closer, saying things like, “I just want to be close to you. Isn’t that normal?” But soon, the choice would start to disappear. He’d push you past your comfort zone, brushing off hesitation with, “Why are you acting like this? Don’t you trust me?” or “You’re my girlfriend—you should want this too.” If you tried to set boundaries, he’d act wounded, withdrawn, or angry, forcing you to carry the emotional weight of “rejecting” him. Over time, sex would stop feeling like affection and start feeling like obligation—something she gave to keep the peace, to avoid conflict, or to prove her love. No longer taking his time with you, no more sweet words- just his cock bruising your insides-stretching you beyond belief, just his hands holding your head while he face fucks you. Looking at you with his beautiful brown eyes because he knows-you can't say no to him.

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[itdontmatter283472374]

What are we?

Soooo… I’m new to this whole writing thing. I just had foot surgery and’m bored, so I figured I’d give this a shot. I’ve always liked Pazzi fics, so why not try writing one? I’m open to any advice you’ve got. And if I mess up any basketball terminology, feel free to call it out—I play soccer, so this isn’t exactly my area. 

“Az!” Paige called from down the hall of her best friend’s house.

COVID had ruined her senior year—playoffs: canceled. Graduation: canceled. The only thing that made the time bearable was getting to spend it with her best friend.

“Yes, Paige?” Azzi responded, trying not to sound annoyed. But no matter her tone, she could never truly be annoyed with Paige.

“Wanna go shoot some hoops?” Paige asked, a grin spreading across her face—one reserved only for Azzi.

“No… my knees have been bothering me,” Azzi said reluctantly, absentmindedly rubbing the scar on her leg.

Paige hesitated. “Come on, bro. Please?” Her grin lingered as she tried to read her friend’s face.

“It’s been hurting all week,” Azzi replied, pausing. “Actually… I’m about to head out with some friends. If that’s okay?”

She glanced at Paige, already knowing the answer wasn’t going to land well.

“Why didn’t you say anything earlier?” Paige asked, taken aback.

“I forgot,” Azzi said quickly, her tone unintentionally sharp. She immediately softened. “I can stay back if you want.”

Paige shook her head. “No, it’s okay. I’m just gonna hang with Jose. It’s probably good for you to see them—it’s been a while.”

“You sure?” Azzi asked gently.

“Yeah. Have fun,” Paige replied, her voice low, almost emotionless. She turned and left the room quickly, not wanting to let the awkwardness stretch any longer.

Azzi stood there, the silence heavy between them—another layer added to the tension that had been building ever since Paige came to stay a month ago.

The weirdness between them wasn’t new. Paige had always been a little jealous of whoever Azzi spent time with—whether she admitted it or not. Colleen, one of Azzi’s closest friends, had picked up on it early, though she never pushed. She just chalked it up to how close the two girls were.

What Colleen didn’t know were the slip-ups—the near-moments—that Azzi and Paige had been having lately.

Still, Azzi walked out the front door and got into her friend’s car, choosing not to mention the earlier conversation with Paige, when discussing what they had throughout the day so far. It would only add fuel to Colleen’s suspicions.

The late afternoon sun beat down through the sunroof, but Azzi wasn’t really focused on her plans. Her thoughts kept circling back to the girl she'd left behind.

Outside, Paige breathed in the smell of fresh mulch as Jose followed her onto the driveway. She couldn’t stop wondering where Azzi was going—and who she'd be with besides Colleen—but she didn’t want to seem possessive. That was a recurring fight lately.

She tried to focus on her shooting form, but her rhythm was off. Brick after brick—until she finally airballed one.

“Paige, what’s going on with you?” Jose asked, eyebrows raised. “You’ve been acting weird since Azzi left.”

Jose didn’t usually comment on the dynamics between the two—Paige was like a sister to him—but today felt different.

“Nothin’. Just tired,” Paige muttered, exhaling hard.

“Well, your shot’s garbage,” Jose deadpanned. A moment passed in silence before he added, “What do you call a basketball player who loves to cook? A slam chef!”

He shot finger guns at her, a goofy smile on his face.

“Bro, shut up,” Paige said, breaking into a reluctant laugh—not at the joke, but at Jose being Jose. He might be getting better at basketball, but his jokes still sucked.

She tossed the ball at him and headed inside, shaking her head, still caught in her own thoughts. Still thinking about Azzi.

Meanwhile, Azzi was trying to enjoy herself. She and Colleen had grabbed froyo and were now wandering around downtown Arlington. They’d run into Blake, Max, and Reid—friends from school.

Colleen was chatting non-stop, but Azzi’s replies were distant.

“I can’t believe we ran into Blake, Max, and Reid. They’ve changed so much in just a couple of months,” Colleen said between bites of her ice cream. “Like, why didn’t you seem interested in the conversation? I thought you liked Reid?”

Azzi barely responded.

“Bro, you’re spacing out again,” Colleen said, her annoyance seeping through.

“Yeah, sorry. Just thinking about some stuff,” Azzi replied. “And yeah, I liked Reid… but that was December. It’s May now. I guess I just don’t care anymore.”

She looked away, but her mind was still back at home—with the girl she couldn’t stop thinking about.

“Did something happen you’re not telling me about?” Colleen asked, already suspecting the answer.

Azzi sighed. “I mean… yeah. Paige and I had some miscommunication earlier. But it wasn’t anything major.”

Colleen raised an eyebrow. “Look, I’m not trying to be that friend—especially after what you told me before—but you two are a little... weird.”

Azzi shot her a look, already bracing for what was coming.

“I know you keep saying you and Paige are just best friends,” Colleen continued, “but the way you talk about her? The way you act around each other? It’s different. I try not to bring it up, I really do—but every time you tell me about these little moments or arguments, I start wondering if I’m lying to you by pretending I don’t notice something more.”

Azzi looked away, her throat tightening. She knew Colleen wasn’t trying to be malicious—but that didn’t make it easier to hear.

“Colleen, bro… it’s not like that, I swear,” she said quickly. “Paige is about to head off to college, and with COVID messing everything up, I think she’s just looking for some stability right now. And I haven’t been the best at communicating lately. That’s all it is.”

But even as the words left her mouth, Azzi wasn’t sure who she was trying to convince—Colleen or herself.

“Alright, if you say so,” Colleen said, pausing for a beat. “I’m not gonna keep bothering you about it—as long as you promise to actually act like yourself for the rest of the day. I was really looking forward to hanging out with you.”

Azzi managed a small smile, grateful for the shift in tone.

They wandered through the downtown area, slipping into light, mostly meaningless conversations—about senior year, what color dresses they might wear to homecoming, or which college Azzi was thinking about committing to in the coming months.

But it all felt like noise to Azzi.

Everything was starting to feel overwhelming. College decisions, the weight of expectations, the looming reality that Paige would be at college. She tried to appear calm—confident, even—especially around Paige, Colleen, and everyone else. But inside, she was struggling.

The truth was, she didn’t know how this next year would go.

She had only recently started to feel strong again after missing her entire junior season with a torn ACL. Now, as her senior season approached, the pressure to perform—to prove she was back—felt heavier than ever.

And while everyone talked about prom and parties and plans for the future, all Azzi could think about was how quickly everything was changing.

When Azzi got home, she found Paige stretched out on the couch, watching basketball highlights—trying, as usual, to fill the void left by the canceled NBA season.

“P,” Azzi said softly, stepping into view.

Paige glanced over her shoulder. “Wassup?”

“What’re you up to?”

“Just watching some hoops. Nothing much,” Paige replied. “How was hanging with Colleen?”

Their words felt stiff—off. Anyone who knew them would have said the same thing. These weren’t their usual conversations. It wasn’t like them to tiptoe around each other like this.

But lately, that’s exactly what they’d been doing—tiptoeing around conversations, pretending things weren’t weird when they very clearly were.

“It was good,” Azzi said, answering Paige’s earlier question. “You wanna run to Chipotle? My parents are at my grandparents’ house.”

She was hoping for some space away from her brother—and maybe a chance to actually talk.

“Yeah, that sounds good. Am I driving?” Paige asked, already knowing the answer.

“Duh, bighead,” Azzi replied, smirking as she wandered out of the room.

SZA was playing softly through the speakers of Azzi’s car. Paige tapped her fingers lightly against the center console, in rhythm with the music. Azzi watched her hand, her gaze lingering longer than she meant to. The lyrics faded into the background as her mind drifted—back to last week.

Flashback

It was a late spring night, and boredom had completely taken over.

Azzi and Paige had been cooped up inside all day—cycling between the PlayStation, random snacks, and half-hearted basketball drills in the driveway. Everything felt repetitive.

When the clock hit 10 p.m., Paige finally sat up with an idea.

“Hey, wanna go for a ride?” she asked, glancing over at Azzi.

“I’m tired, and my parents are definitely gonna say no,” Azzi replied, already annoyed.

“Come on, dude,” Paige urged.

“No,” Azzi said firmly, but without much force.

“Please?” Paige added, flashing the overly innocent smile she knew Azzi could never say no to.

Azzi rolled her eyes but caved. “Fine. But you’re asking.”

They padded down the hallway toward her parents’ room. Azzi peeked in first—they were still awake—before Paige stepped in, leading the charge.

“Hey,” she began casually, “can we go for a drive?”

Katie, Azzi’s mom, didn’t even look up from her phone. “I don’t know, guys. It’s late.”

“Pleeeaaase,” Paige pleaded, dragging the word out dramatically. “We’ve been stuck inside all day, and we’re 18 and 17 now. Technically we’re allowed out this late.”

She put just enough charm and confidence into the tone to break Katie’s resistance.

Katie finally looked up and sighed. “Fine. Just don’t be out too long.”

Paige grinned, victorious. Azzi just shook her head, hiding a smile.

In the car now, windows down, sunroof open, old Justin Bieber tracks pouring through the speakers. Paige sang along—loudly and off-key—throwing occasional glances at Azzi. Azzi couldn’t help but chuckle at the blonde, her energy infectious even in the stillness of the night.

It was nice, Azzi had to admit. Moments like this reminded her why she treasured their friendship so much. But underneath the laughter, something heavier lingered.

She couldn’t stop thinking about what would happen once Paige left for college. What their friendship would look like when they weren’t sharing the same roof, the same routines. What new people Paige might meet—new friends, maybe even new relationships. And where that would leave her.

Paige noticed the change in Azzi’s expression—how her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes anymore.

“Hey, what’s up?” Paige asked, reaching over to tap Azzi’s shoulder. She turned the volume down, snapping Azzi out of her thoughts.

“Oh, nothing,” Azzi said, forcing a small smile, eyes shifting quickly back to the road.

“You sure?” Paige pressed gently, concern etched in her face now.

Azzi hesitated looking out at the window. The wind pushed through the open windows, but it didn’t cool the warmth rising in her chest.

“I don’t know…” she finally said, voice low. “It’s just… everything feels like it’s changing so fast.”

Paige stayed quiet, waiting.

“I’m scared,” Azzi admitted. “About senior year. About the season. About you leaving. I know I act like I’ve got it all together, but I don’t. I missed my whole junior year, and now I have to come back and somehow prove I’m still that player. And then there’s you—going off to college, making new friends, living this whole other life without me in it every day.”

She blinked a few times, trying to hold it together. “I don’t know what it’s gonna be like… when you're not around.”

Paige reached over slowly and rested her hand on Azzi’s thigh. It wasn’t dramatic or showy—just steady. Reassuring.

“Hey,” she said softly, her voice threading through the quiet hum of the car. “I’m not going anywhere. Okay, yeah—I’m going to college. But that doesn’t mean I’m leaving you. You’re not just some high school friend to me. You’re… more than that.”

Azzi turned her head slightly, meeting Paige’s eyes for a brief second—just long enough for something unspoken to pass between them.

Paige gave her thigh a gentle squeeze. “You’re gonna crush this year. And I’ll be in the stands whenever I can, screaming louder than your mom.”

Azzi laughed under her breath, the weight in her chest softening just a little. “God, please don’t scream louder than my mom. That’s dangerous.”

“Can’t make any promises,” Paige grinned.

They fell into a comfortable silence again, the road humming beneath them, Justin Bieber faintly playing in the background. But this time, it felt less heavy.

Less uncertain.

End of Flashback

“Dude.” Paige said, looking over at Azzi. “You can't keep dissociating when we go on car rides together.” Paige said, smacking her lips, but she had hidden worry underneath her words. 

“Yea, sorry just thinking about something Colleen said.” Azzi admitted knowing that it would lead to a discussion she did not really have the energy for but she brought it up.

“Yeah… sorry,” Azzi muttered, her eyes fixed ahead. “Just thinking about something Colleen said.”

Paige raised an eyebrow. “Colleen?”

Azzi sighed, tapping her fingers on the steering wheel. “She said our friendship is… weird.”

Paige leaned back in her seat, her expression tightening. “Weird how?”

Azzi hesitated, glancing sideways before answering. “She said the way we act around each other isn’t really… just best friend behavior. That we keep doing things and then pretending like nothing happened.”

Paige sat up straighter, suddenly more alert. “Wait. You told her?”

Azzi’s head snapped around. “No! I didn’t tell her anything specific. She’s just not dumb, Paige. She picks up on stuff.”

“What kind of stuff?” Paige asked quickly, voice sharper now.

Azzi took a breath. “Like… how we keep kissing. Like it’s nothing. But it’s not nothing.”

Paige stared at her. “You told her we kissed?”

“I didn’t have to,” Azzi said, voice quiet. “She figured it out. She thinks something’s up between us.”

Paige shifted uncomfortably in her seat, looking away.

Azzi’s voice softened. “She’s not wrong, you know.”

Paige didn’t answer.

“I mean…” Azzi continued, her throat dry. “We’ve done other stuff too. And we never talk about it. We just pretend it didn’t happen.”

Silence filled the space between them, heavy and awkward. The only sound was the soft murmur of the music still playing.

Azzi finally added, “Don’t you ever wonder what that means? Or are you just hoping I won’t bring it up?”

Paige’s jaw clenched slightly, but she didn’t look away this time. Her voice was quieter now—unsure, maybe even scared. “I don’t know what it means. I didn’t think we were supposed to… define it.”

Azzi let out a short, breathy laugh that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Well, maybe we should start.”

[socksdoeswrites]

omg new ideas keep flowing within me 💆‍♀️ can you do reader getting hurt really bad and they start crying for their bf, the jjk boys. you can decide how you want to write it, in a story like form or in an smau where it’s like someone else texting from the readers phone. THANK YEWWW XX

an: the emoji is sending me lmaooo! i most definitely can! you already know i love my jjk men :))! i decided to do a short story thing. i figured it'd be a little more detailed. when people ask for things like this im gonna start locking the fuuuuuuck in. don't wanna leave you pookies unsatisfied!!! you guys deserve the best of the BEST! so, lemme stop yapping, and get to this writing! my writing flow can no longer be stopped guys. im in for real. xoxo!

parings: satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, toji fushiguro, and you!

tags/warnings: cursing, fluff, angst, cliffhanger (im sooooooryyyy i thought it'd be fitting), spoiler!!! tojis is a little... different, i decided to only do the men men in this, but if you want me to add yuuji and megumi, and the others please lmk!, i think thats all!! i really hope you enjoy! (guys, idk if you know the song, "die your daughter", but i listened to that on loooooop writing this.)

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satoru gojo

he didn't know where to look. his mind racing with different thoughts, bad thoughts. his vision wasn't focusing. under each pile of garbage, he listened carefully. a whimper, a scream, a something. he begged and pleaded to himself.

"c'mon, baby. c'mon..."

satoru knew had to be in this area. his heart shattered when a gut-wrenching scream flooded his ears. immediately turning to the sound, and if his heart couldn't break anymore, you lay there. a pipe piercing you through your stomach. blood pouring from the open wound. you hadn't noticed him until his broken voice murmured your name...

"y/n..?"

your head slowly moved to the side, as you connected your gaze with his, you yelled.

"t-toru! "

he wasted no more time bolting towards you. he gently moved your head into his lap. a string of curses fell from his lips as he looked around you. the whimpers and groans in pain melting his heart. he didn't know how to help you at that very moment. all he did was caress your cheek.

"y-you're okay... you're gonna be okay, sweet girl. i have you... i'm gonna help you, okay? stay awake for me, yeah?"

you couldn't help but cry and scream, as he tried his hardest to gently cradle you in his arms. if he wanted to get you out of this alive, he had to move you, and quick. desperately gripping onto his shoulders. the metal pipe still piercing your soft skin. he knew exactly who to take you to. it was just a matter of getting there that scared him...

suguru geto

"where the fuck is she?"

that seemed to be the only thing racing through suguru's mind. he felt disgusted with himself that he wasn't able to take care of you like he had promised so many times. the staff from the hospital trying their hardest to calm the raging man down, until he heard it.

the piercing scream from a certain room. your scream. he wasted no time pushing past the staff, sweating as he prepared himself for what he was about to see. no amount of preparation could prepare him for the sight of your bruised and beaten body lying there helplessly. you begged and cried, for him. you had been begging for him this entire time, and he just showed up. talk about tough luck. the guilt completely gnawing at him, until your pain-filled eyes met his...

"s-sugu.."

your voice was hoarse and raspy, and what broke him even more, was the small grabby hands you made at him. he felt like the shittest man alive, as he rushed to your side, leaning his forehead on yours. he held you tighter with each noise you made. he caressed your face gingerly. sorrow filled eyes were the last thing you seen before passing out...

kento nanami

each cough that left your throat burned as if you drank a full body of whiskey in one sitting. the smoke blazed and screamed around violently. you continued to push through.

"k...ken!" a cough followed shortly after.

your screams seemed to fall on no ears as you tumbled through the broken and disaster-filled city.

"baby! p-please!! where!," a coughing fit tore from your lungs.

"where are you?!"

it seemed almost hopeless to keep screaming. your body being bruised and bloody as you had to drag yourself from the rubble. you knew if you didn't get out of this soon it's be the end for you. you begged and cried to yourself to keep moving. to drag your body a few more steps.

"y/n!"

looking up, you saw the man you had been begging for this entire time run straight for you. you couldn't help but weakly smile, and as your vision blurred, your body began to fail. you fell forward into the arms of your loved one... that seemed to be the only thing you remember before black...

toji fushiguro

"ma, you gotta breath for me."

toji's voice rang in your ears as you looked around the room hopelessly. you were on fire, hot to the touch, and all you could do was sit there and scream. you had screamed for this kind of pain to stop, for some sort of relief. this wasn't normal at all. the doctors voices around you discussing matters in a quick tone as they tended to you.

"toji!"

"i'm here."

every time you took your eyes away from his, he stayed focused on your movements focussed if you needed him, if you needed anything.

"you're almost there, pretty. c'mon, keep looking at me..."

with one final cry out... the pain subsided... and the cry of your baby was the only thing flooding your ears... your vision returned back to normal, to see your beautiful baby boy lying on your chest... and toji kissing your sweaty forehead...

"hey, you... took you long enough..."

[intromortal]

i’m BEGGING for more thoughts on stepbro jay … losing my mind over how soft u wrote him im obsessed (only if u want to tho !!)

⚠︎ smut. mdni. step-cest. soft dom jay, just some eating out through panties. also this got a bit longer than intended so i cut it short at the end but i do plan on eventually actually writing this as a longer work nonnie!! sorry for letting this sit in my inbox for so long pls

jay's touch is gentle as always, as his hand slides down the expanse of your back, goosebumps littering your skin in its wake.

you feel so incredibly silly for ever doubting jay's devotion and feelings for you now that you can get a close look at just how bright his eyes sparkle with adoration for you.

truth be told, it's not entirely on you. you devised a plan that backfired completely, yes. but jay just wants you to be happy and content, even if the man next to you isn't him (he also knows how a relationship like yours would be seen by outsiders, so he's happy to just be in your life at all)

so he put on his most convincing smile when you asked him to bring you along to hang out with his friends. took slow breaths to calm his heart down when he saw how gorgeous you looked when you told him you were ready, far too beautiful for a simple night with the boys.

he also hid the way his nails drew blood from his palm whenever you spent too much time talking to one of the guys, tried his best to ignore how your touch lingered on their shoulders and how their eyes undressed you right in front of him.

so imagine his surprise when at the end of the night you run out of his car, tears welling in your eyes, without ever looking back at him.

"aren't you the prettiest girl ever, my dove?" jay's voice is muffled as he presses kisses down your torso, his tongue darting out a few times to taste the saltiness of your skin. "so lovely too, putting on that show to make me jealous. and here i am, thinking you just wanted to fuck my friends after i helped you get off last time. i'm very dumb, aren't i?"

his lips reach your panties, a cute baby blue pair you picked out for him, that peeked out from time to time because of how short your dress was. his thumb hooks under the fabric, and just when you think he's gonna take them off, you feel them slap against your skin again. the sting is barely there, just enough to have you mewl as you arch your back into your step brother's touch, but it doesn't hurt. jay would never hurt you.

"easy, little dove. i watched you dance around the house all night, watched my friends strain to get a peek under your dress. but you just wanted to tease me, mhh? did you want to make me jealous? did your little dove brain think i would fuck you silly after this little stunt?"

"yes! please jay, i need you," your voice breaks slightly, and you can feel the smile forming against the flesh of your thigh. jay loves you like this. you're always cute, but you're so much cuter when you're needy and desperate for him.

"you got one thing right, baby. but not today." he whispers, his eyes locking on yours as he lets a glob of spit dribble right onto the core of your ruined panties, as if you needed any more wetness there. he bends down, never breaking eye contact with you to watch your reactions, and licks his own spit to spread it around the fabric covering your poor needy hole. "you're too fragile, but i'll slowly teach you how to take it. don't you want that?"

you nod desperately, gulping down as jay's careful touch spreads your legs so he can get more comfortable between them. "please, take them off?"

he looks up at you, fake confused at your question. "but why? you chose these for me? shouldn't i get to enjoy them fully?"

[thebramblewood]

Because who needs financial security at a time like this?

Beginning / Previous / Next

Micah: [loudly] Still pregnant?

Naomi: Still a day that ends in Y?

Micah: You have to tell him.

Naomi: I know. But, you see, he’s just a tad bit intimidating.

Micah: [snorts] Not too intimidating to fu-

Naomi: Do not even go there.

Micah: You should also probably quit smoking.

Naomi: God, one thing at a time, please. How else do you think I’m going to get through breaking the news?

Micah: So long as you actually do it.

Naomi: By the way, I absolutely wrecked the toilet before coming down here. Sorry about that.

Micah: Lovely.

-

Naomi: We need to talk. In private.

Grim Reaper: I agree. Let’s take this outside.

Naomi: There’s something I need to tell you.

Grim Reaper: Let me go first. The behavior we’ve been engaging in is highly inappropriate, Ms. Uchiyama.

Naomi: What?!?

Grim Reaper: I apologize for my part in encouraging it, and it must come to an end now.

Naomi: But you - you liked it… didn’t you?

Grim Reaper: Regrettably, yes, I enjoyed it very much.

Naomi: Regrettably? I have feelings for you. I thought they were mutual.

Grim Reaper: I’ve been tasked with an extraordinary role, one that I knew required extraordinary responsibilities when I took it on. I cannot be distracted by human emotion. Passion, lust, desire — I must rise above them, which is why we must stop before we do anything that can’t be taken-

Naomi: I’m pregnant, you idiot!

Grim Reaper: You’re… pregnant?

Naomi: Except I’m the idiot because I should’ve known better than to believe this thing between us could be real. You won’t even trust me enough to show me your actual face! Well, you know what? I quit!

Grim Reaper: Naomi, you can’t! You’re one of the most promising reapers in training I’ve got.

Naomi: I don’t care! I didn’t even want this stupid job. And there’s no way I can go on being your subordinate now.

Grim Reaper: But we could be equals one day, if you just forget your feelings and-

Naomi: Honestly? I wish I could forget all of this. I wish I could forget you.

-

Micah: You quit? What are you going to do now?

Naomi: Embrace destitution and single motherhood in one fell swoop, I guess.

[monstersflashlight]

I'm really excited for october (and ur stories for this month) but also, i get to dress as slutty as i want, i was wondering if you could do an orc husband x chubby reader, she's going all out, going out with her friends, wearing the most SLUTTY outfit she has ever worn, fishnets, tight leather skirt, push up bra, ifykyk, just overall a very slutty and sexy costume, and i can just imagine reader acting dumb when her orc husband questions abt her costume, saying it's her body, yk, and then she goes with her friends to a haunted house party.

But her orc husband is following her, making sure no other men or creeps look at her, but if they did, It won't just be fake blood anymore, but when reader get's home, her husband is waiting for her, candles lit, rose petals from the front door to the bedroom, and on the counter in the kitchen a wine bottle and two glasses, and when reader walks inside the bedroom, her orc husband, all cheeky, rose in his mouth, only in his boxers, overall just cute sexy fluff?...

A/N: I think y’all can guess how behind I’m with requests, this is from october (sorry for it taking so long). This turned out more dirty that fluffy, hope that’s okay. Enjoy!

A beast

Orc x chubby fem!reader || sex with feelings (?)

You are wearing your sexiest outfit, feeling your best and ready to have a wonderful night with your besties. You walk out the bathroom and you hear glass breaking. You turn around to see your orc boyfriend staring up and down at you with his eyes as big as plates and a tent on his sweatpants.

He’s staring intently at your boobs, that are almost spilling out, when he finally catches his breath and asks: “What are you wearing?”

You bite back a smile, too pleased with his reaction. “Do you like it? It’s my new outfit.” You do a little twirl, maybe even bending down a little so he can see how short your dress is.

“You are…” He swallows hard and you have to bite your lip not to giggle. “You are going out wearing that?” He sounds almost conflicted, his big hands twitching at his sides as he tries not to touch you.

“Yes,” you tell him simply. He nods, not saying anything as you kiss his cheek and walk out the door.

During all the time you are out, you can feel eyes on you, and you are pretty sure who they belong to. Your orc boyfriend is way too big and way too green to hide in the crowd as he intends to. But you ignore him, acting as if neither you or your friends see him in your peripheral. It’s lowkey nice to have him taking care of you like that, even if a little bit too possessive.

But at some point as you are dancing with your friends, he disappears, and you let out a tiny giggle. Your friends laugh with you as you say your goodbyes, all of them smirking knowingly as you walk to your car.

But what is expecting you at the house is a big surprise (pun intended). There’s a trail of rose petals down the hall, and a bottle of wine sitting on the counter. You enter your room with a big smile, your pussy already tingling with anticipation for what’s to come. Hopefully you. Multiple times.

He’s on his side in the bed, staring at the door and with a rose between his teeth as you walk in. You let out a chuckle and he lets the rose fall down. “Too much?”

You approach him, leaning down until your lips brush his. “Just enough.” You melt into a tender kiss, and he pulls you down, straddling his hips and helping you grind against his hard on.

“Your outfit has driven me insane all night,” he whispers against your lips.

“All night?” You ask, playing dumb. He looks like he got caught stealing a cookie, so you let out a chuckle. “I knew you were there.”

“And you aren’t mad?” He asks. His hips are grinding up to your covered pussy, and you are starting to feel the repercussions of it, your whole body thrumming as your pussy gets wetter and wetter.

“No. I like you when you take care of me,” you reassure him, feeling warm inside.

You know you said the right thing the second he growls. “Good.”

He buckles his hips and you lose your balance, but he catches you, manhandling you until your back is on the mattress and his fingers are rubbing up and down the sides of your legs.

“I’ll buy you new ones,” he says as he rips a hole on your fishnets right over your pussy. He groans when he realizes you are only wearing a thin thong underneath. “If I knew you were wearing this underneath I would have fucked you before you walked out the door.” You giggle as he rips those out, too.

“You are a beast,” you joke as he pushes your skirt up until your pussy is on display, framed by the ripped fabric. He stares down at you, an eyebrow arched, his dick in his hand as he jerks himself slowly. “Go for it,” you whisper, already knowing what he wants.

He pushes inside of you in one long thrust, his hips punting into yours as you wrap your legs around his middle, getting him deeper and making both of you moan loudly. The sex is frantic, your bodies moving in perfect sync as he makes the prettiest sounds over your body.

His hands are all over, groping your boobs over your push up bra, cupping your ass-cheeks, rubbing your clit… His touch is overwhelming in the best way possible as he fucks you as if you are the center of his universe.

Your body is moving on the mattress, to the point you have to reach out over your head and put your hands on the headboard to stop your head from hitting it. He chuckles half brokenly as he lowers you down, impaling you deeper on his cock as he moves you away from danger. You giggle, your body warm with emotions and pleasure.

“I’m so close,” he moans.

He reaches between your bodies, rubbing your clit with his thumb as he presses down, creating the perfect pleasure of his dick against your G-spot as you come with a shout. He fucks you through it, until your body feels weightless and sated.

You hug him closer, rolling your hips urging him to come, too. “I love you,” you whisper against his ear. And that’s what sets him off, his dick twitching inside of you as he roars and spills inside of you.

[luigisbambinaaa]

Fic request for after Luigi gets out of jail.

He comes out not in a very good mental state ofc. He does a great job at keeping it together, goes to therapy etc, but has episodes where he snaps or is just out of line. (Not violent or anything but enough to say things he doesn't mean.) You both have a bad fight one night, and you rush off to your room where you lay down and cry. You pass out, and wake up to him on his knees by the bed, apologizing and kissing your hands and just begging you for forgiveness. Turns into smut, lovemaking but still intense (raw and super intimate)

Call it Fate, Call it Karma

Summary: Luigi snaps at you, hurting your feelings, and begging to make it up to you.

Content Warning: Very brief argument, Luigi crying, reader crying, p in v, a bit angsty (?)

An: oof this took me sooo long to write im sorry! spring break ended and i was swamped with work. this is also my first time writing anything angsty so i hope i lived up to your expectations anon! thanks for the request <3 enjoy!

other works: soft spot , soft spot pt. 2

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It wasn’t even a big deal.

Just some stupid comment you made about groceries and how tired and overwhelmed you were, obviously trying to make a joke.

But the moment the words left your mouth, Luigi’s whole face changed.

His eyes went cold, jaw tightened, and his fists clenched at his sides. And you knew that look, you knew he was trying to keep his anger from bubbling over, just like he had been working on with his therapist.

But he snapped anyway, disregarding any feelings you’d have.

“Why are the fuck are you still here if you’re so fucking miserable then, huh?”

“I didn’t ask you to stay. You can leave whenever you want.”

The words cut you like knives, leaving you almost frozen.

He wasn’t even loud nor violent, but cold enough to hit exactly where it would hurt the most.

You stood there, heart hammering and throat closing.

Feeling all your insecurities flooding back to the surface. Thoughts of not being good enough for him anymore, that he didn’t really want to be with you anymore after being gone for so long, that maybe he realized you were a burden too.

And you didn’t say a thing, you couldn’t bring yourself to.

You turned and ran, vision blurred with hot tears.

You barely remembered slamming your bedroom door, barely remembered collapsing into bed and sobbing into your pillows as your entire body shook.

You cried hard, even more than you expected to.

Every fear pouring out of every tear— of losing him, of not being enough to pull him out of the darkness he was plagued with, of loving him more than he could ever love you back.

And eventually, the exhaustion lulled you to sleep.

———

You awoke hours later to the sound of quiet sobs and broken breathing.

You blinked your swollen eyes open, sticky tears dried to your face, and saw Luigi.

Kneeling by your bed, forehead pressed against your hands, his entire body shaking with quiet, desperate sobs.

He kissed your knuckles over and over again, whispering quiet apologies against your skins like he was praying,

“I’m sorry baby.”

“I’m so fucking sorry, please.”

“Please, don’t leave me. Please.”

You stirred, fingers twitching against his, and his head snapped up immediately, letting you get a good look at his wrecked state.

Red-rimmed eyes, mouth trembling, and endless tears sliding down his cheeks.

Luigi, who never let ANYONE see him so vulnerable, so broken like this, kneeling beside you.

“Please,” he gasped, climbing into bed like he couldn’t bear to be any further away from you anymore.

“Please don’t leave. I didn’t mean it, baby. Please don’t hate me. Baby, I swear I didn’t mean it.”

You stayed silent for a second, still stunned by his appearance, still hurt by his words, before whispering,

“You don’t get to say things like that to me and pretend it’s nothing, Lu.”

“I’ve stayed because i love you.”

Your voice cracked and your hands shook, but you still managed to say,

“If you don’t want me— If you think I’ve been a burden, just say it now.”

Luigi broke.

Collapsing against you, sobbing, shaking, hugging you like he was afraid if he didn’t have any hands on you, you’d disappear.

His words spilling out frantically, “no, no, never, you’re my whole world, i’m sorry, please don’t leave, i’m sorry—“

You wrapped your arms around him, rocking him, whispering sweet little soothing words, letting tears slide down your cheeks as well.

“I’m here,” you whispered against his curls. “I’m not leaving, baby, I’m not going anywhere.”

———

Somehow, through all the tears, your mouths found each other.

Kisses that tasted of salt and of so many things left unsaid.

Luigi kissed you like he wanted to swallow you whole. Like he could kiss away all the broken parts of you.

And you kissed him back, desperate and trembling. Tugging on his clothes, needing him closer, and needing him now.

He stripped you first, tender but clumsy, tears still slipping off his cheeks and hands shaking when brushing against your soft skin.

You undressed him second, just as frantically. Tearing his hoodie off, yanking his jeans down, until you were both skin-to-skin, warm, sticky, but wrecked together.

When he finally pressed his body against yours, his forehead resting on yours and his heavy, hot cock between your thighs, you whimpered and dug your nails into his shoulders.

“Please,” you gasped, wrecked and needy.

“Lu… please, need you.”

“I’ve got you,” he whispered, kissing your forehead. “I’m here, baby.”

He lined himself up, hands trembling and pushed into you slow.

So slow it almost hurt. So slow you felt every single inch of him press deep inside, dragging a sharp, breathless moan from you.

Your legs spread wider without thinking. Just desperate to take all of him, to feel all of him and drown in it.

Luigi whimpered when he bottomed out, buried to the hilt with your walls fluttering around him.

“God,” he rasped, voice breaking. “You feel so good. So fucking good, baby”

He stayed buried inside you, trembling and peppering kisses over your cheeks, your throat, and your lips— whispering broken promises into your skin.

“You’re mine.”

“I’m yours.”

“Forever.”

And when he finally moved, it wasn’t rough or frantic. It was slow, deep, and wrecked.

Every thrust lit your nerves on fire, feeling so full and stretched, and overwhelmed by his weight on you in the best way.

He fucked you like he wanted to become one with you. Like he needed your body to understand how apologetic he was.

Each slow drag of his hips pulled more tears from you, not from pain, but from the sheer overwhelming love and care pouring out of him.

“I’m sorry,” he kept gasping. “I’m sorry, baby. I love you so much. I’m never gonna hurt you again, swear.”

“I know,” you sobbed— kissing him and clutching him closer. “I know. I love you, Lu.”

He moved faster, deeper. His thrusts becoming messy, desperate, and grinding you further into the mattress until you were sobbing into his mouth and your nails clawing at his back.

He reached between you, hand sliding down your body to press little tight circles over your clit with his thumb.

“Wanna feel you cum on me, baby,” he moaned against your lips. “Wanna feel you milk me, bella.”

Your thighs trembled, whole body shuddering as he kept fucking you just right.

“That’s it,” he breathed, already panting.

“That’s my girl. My perfect baby. Taking it so good— fuck, gonna make me lose it.”

You came first— body locking up and clenching Luigi so tight he groaned— a low, broken noise that went straight to your pussy.

You sobbed his name, hands grabbing blindly at him, thighs shaking as your orgasm rocked through you, and still he didn’t stop.

“Good girl,” he whispered, fucking you through it. “So good, so fucking good for me, baby.”

And Luigi followed right after— burying himself as deep as he could inside you, sobbing out your name as he came, his hips jerking, cum spilling into you in warm pulses as he moaned against your mouth.

He didn’t stop kissing you. Not even when he collapsed on top of you, still inside you, panting, and trembling with how much he loved you.

———

You stayed there wrapped around each other, shaking, clinging, and sticky.

Kissing each other’s faces, whispering wrecked little ‘i love you’s’ until neither of you could speak.

Neither of you moved.

Neither of you even thought about it.

You two were home right there, in each other’s arms.

———

You’re not sure how much time had passed, but eventually, Luigi stirred with his voice low as he whispered into your hair,

“I’m sorry again, baby. For everything I said. I shouldn’t have—“

You cut him off with a soft kiss and shaking your head.

“Stop,” You murmured gently. “You don’t have to keep repeating it. You already showed me. You’re here and we’re okay.”

His arms instinctively tightened around you as he buried his face in your neck.

“I’ll spend the rest of my life proving it,” he whispered.

You ran your fingers through his curls, lightly scratching his scalp, grounding him with every tug.

“Then just start here,” you said softly. “Let’s sleep and just hold me.”

He pressed a soft and tentative kiss to your collarbone, his eyes fluttering shut.

And you both stayed like that, sore, but comforted. Both your hearts steady for the first time in a long time.

Because no matter how heavy the night had started, you were both ending it together.

[i-get-obsessed-fast]

DEAR DILF ENTHUSIAST🙏

All I want for Christmas (early or late Christmas, you decide) is a Spencer Reid x bau agent! reader fanfic about with a reader that has an avoidant attachment style due to childhood trauma and tries to pull away from Reid early in the relationship because because she thinks she’ll be “too much for him” and has the mindset to better leave him now then to have him leave her and get hurt, BUT Spencer and his psych degree ass is like “you only are trying to sabotage this relationship because you’re scared of getting hurt, I will never hurt you, and I will stay with you long enough to prove to you this” AND SO NO MATTER HOW MUCH TIMES THE READER PULLS AWAY HE CRAWLS HIS WAY BACK IN (not in a creepy way ofc it’s just because he can’t lose her and is willing to stick around for the bad bits because of how much he loves her) TYY I LOVE YOU AND PLEASE CAN IT BE FLUFFY??? ALSO TOTALLY IGNORE THIS REQUEST IF UOU DONT WANNA DO IT NO WORRIES!!

I’ve rewritten this so many times it’s crazy BUT this request is one of my favs!! So I tried my best to make it a good one! Hopefully I executed it!! Sorry for the wait, and ILYYY <3

Runaway | S. Reid

Your start at life hadn’t been easy. You grew up in a home where your feelings weren’t validated, your parents’ marriage wasn’t one to admire, and the people you loved most had a tendency to leave.

At first, you thought none of that would matter once you got away. Once you lived on your own. Left your home state, but the truth was, it followed you.

Every fear, every scar, it followed you everywhere. In friends and relationships.

Now here you are, standing in the break room, nervously fidgeting with your hands as you wait for the coffee machine to finish dispensing the last few drops of black liquid into your mug.

You’re lost in thought, spiraling just a little deeper every second, until his voice pulls you out.

“You alright?” Spencer asks gently, his hand resting lightly on your waist.

You turn, a little startled by his sudden presence. “Yeah, just zoned out or something.” You let out a small, nervous laugh. He nods, eyes filled with understanding that always made you feel seen.

You grab your mug, adding the exact amount of cream and sugar you always do.

“You know what I realized today?” Spencer begins, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “We’ve been together exactly ninety-one days, seven hours, twenty-two minutes, and… ten seconds. Isn’t that cool?”

Your eyes widen. “Wow, that sounds like a long time when you put it like that.” He grins. “Yeah… it’s been a good ninety-one days, seven hours-”

“I get it.” You cut him off, laughing softly. He just smiled again, the smile that caused butterflies in your stomach, but also fear.

You mix your drink “Well, talk later?”

“Of course.” You walk out and leave him behind, making your way back to your desk, but your mind is still tangled.

You’ve been silently fighting yourself for weeks now. You have something so good. He’s so good. But your mind won’t let you enjoy it.

You glance up and see Spencer who was now at his desk wearing that soft focused look he always wears when he’s deep into work mode.

As soon as you two got together, you’ve noticed there’s been something lighter about him. Happier.

You wish you were able to feel that too.

But all you feel is fear.

Fear that he’s going to leave you.

You sigh, looking back down at the file on your desk. Time to drown your mind in work. It’s the only thing that’s ever really silenced the noise for you.

You work for hours, barely moving, barely blinking. You don’t notice your coffee is gone until a fresh cup appears in front of you.

“Brought you a new one.” Spencer says, placing it down right beside your hand. You look up, surprised. “How’d you know mines ran out?”

“Well.” He chuckles. “You’ve been sitting here for a couple hours. It wasn’t exactly a difficult guess.”

“Thank you.” You softly say.

“Anything for you.” His voice drops as he looks at you, the warmth in his eyes almost unbearable. You could feel the way he loves you, just in the way he looks at you.

It scares the hell out of you.

“Restroom break.” You stand abruptly. Before he can say anything or see the panic in your eyes, you’re gone.

You enter the restroom, shut the stall door behind you and exhale, hands trembling.

You take a few deep breaths, the way Spencer showed you how.

Inhale and exhale. Slowly.

“I can’t continue this.” You whisper, voice cracking.

“Can’t continue what?” Comes a voice.

You nearly jump out of your skin. Quickly unlocking the stall, you step out and come face-to-face with Emily.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, flustered. She raises an eyebrow. “The women’s restroom?”

Right. Duh.

“Yeah. That was dumb. I was just… talking to myself.” You explain, trying to play it off.

She gives you a slow, uncertain nod as you wash your hands and bolt out.

You walk toward your desk but Spencer is still there, you turn around quickly and head toward the printing room.

You’re breathing heavily, like you just ran a mile. You try talking yourself down. But all you want to do is collapse onto the floor and cry until the world disappears.

“Y/n, are you alright?”

You turn and see Spencer standing there.

“Hm? Yes, I’m good.” You say, quickly.

His eyebrows rise just slightly. “Really? Because I think I just saw you actively trying to avoid me”

“What? No, I-I just had remembered that I needed to print something really important.” You lie. He doesn’t believe you. He always knows when you’re not being honest with him.

“Right… well if something is bothering you, or if you need to talk, I’m here.” He says, stepping closer. He reaches up, tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Yeah. I know.” You say, forcing a smile.

“Okay.” Is all he says before turning and walking out.

You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. You felt horrible, disgusted with yourself. ‘How could you lie to him?’ you thought.

You make your way back to your desk and sink into your chair. Thoughts still racing.

When the work day finally ends, you start packing up your bag. Spencer shows up beside you as he always did, only this time it felt a bit suffocating.

“Walk down together?” He asks.

“Uh, you can go ahead. No need to wait for me.” You tell him. “But we always walk down together.” He softly reminds you. “Yeah. That’s true. I was just… I don’t want you to feel obligated. I can get to my car safely on my own.”

“I know you can. I just like being with you.”

You swallow hard. “I like being with you too.”

What you told him wasn’t a lie. You loved being with him, but that’s why you had to put some distance because you couldn’t let yourself love it too much.

You sling your bag over your shoulder and walk to the elevator together. Inside, Spencer reaches for your hand, but you pull away before he can reach you.

You feel his eyes on you. Burning you with his intense stare. You never meet them, you stare at the floor, the buttons of the elevator, anything else.

When the doors finally open, you hurry out.

He follows, faster this time, finally catching your hand and turning you to look at him.

“You aren’t acting normal, what is going on?”

You freeze. “What are you talking about? I’m fine.”

“Really? Because you’ve been avoiding everything that has to do with me. Did I do something?” He asks. You sigh. “No, you did nothing. I just don’t feel good right now. I must be getting sick or something.”

He stared at you, and nodded slowly. “Want me to come over? I can make soup and tea.”

You shake your head. “I can do that myself. I just want to be alone, alright?” He nods. “Yeah. I understand.”

You keep walking toward your car, Spencer silently walking beside you. You get in, wave goodbye, and he doesn’t leave until he sees you pull out of the lot.

When you get home, you immediately take off your shoes and coat and drop your bag.

You’re starting to get a headache and surprisingly for once it wasn’t due to work.

You change into comfortable clothes, make your way into the kitchen, and begin making your nightly tea.

The comes a knock. Mug in hand, you walk toward the door, opening it. “Spencer?” You ask, confused to see him standing right in front of you.

“I know you said you wanted to be alone, but I can’t help but feel like something’s not right.”

You raise your eyebrows. “I think you’re overthinking. I just wanted space, Spence.”

“You can want space, there’s nothing wrong with that. But I know you. I know when you’re hiding something from me. You can talk to me. I’ll listen.”

Your chest tightens. “There’s nothing to talk about. I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not. Please just let me help you.”

“Help me with what? There’s nothing going on.” You argue. “Then why are you pulling away?” He asks, voice rising slightly. “I noticed, the way you don’t want me to touch you, or how you barely talk to me. The shift in your behavior. I know when you’re upset, uncomfortable, mad. When you’re hiding something.”

You suck in your lips, thinking for a moment. “No, you don’t. You think you know me Spencer but you don’t.”

“I know you’re scared.” He says quietly.

“Scared of what?” You asked.

“Scared to let me in. Scared to accept that I love you.”

You laugh without humor. “Really? Because I told you that myself?”

“You didn’t have to. I knew before we were even together. When you’d talk to me about guys, how they’d leave. But it wasn’t really them. You were scared and they weren’t patient enough to prove that they would stay. But I love you. And I want to prove to you that I will.”

“Spencer you don’t know what you’re talking about. Go home.” You say, starting to close the door. “Y/n don’t build a wall between us. Please?” He pleads.

But you can’t handle it, you can’t handle the truth, so you shut the door on his face.

The next day at work, you don’t look at Spencer. You don’t even tell him good morning.

You aren’t sure where things stand between you now. You don’t even know if you guys are in a relationship. You were cold to him, and you wouldn’t blame him for walking away from you.

After settling in, Spencer finally approaches you.

“I’m not upset with you.” He says softly. You look at him. “You should be. I was horrible last night. You don’t deserve that.”

“I don’t think I could ever be mad at you.” He says honestly, you sigh. “That’s not good. I can use that to manipulate you or something.”

“You wouldn’t. That’s not who you are.” He replies, You nodded. “Yeah, I wouldn’t.”

You both stand there for a moment, just looking at each other.

“If you’re comfortable, I’d like to talk about last night. Not here. Maybe we could take a walk at the park after work?”

You hesitate for a second. “Yeah, we can do that.”

He gives a small smile. “Thank you.”

You hum in response and watch him walk away.

Work ends faster than usual, which is weird because it rarely does.

You and Spencer meet at the elevator, you give him a small barely there smile, he returns one.

You ride the elevator down together, a bit of space between you.

He opens the passenger door for you, then heads to the drivers side. The car ride is quiet, aside from the soft hum of classical music playing.

When you arrive, the park is empty, the lamps casting a soft glow.

You walk side by side in silence for a moment. You stare at your shoes, his hands stay in his coat pocket.

“I meant what I said yesterday. I love you. And I want to prove I’m here to stay.” He finally says.

You fidget with your fingers.

“Spencer… I’m too much for you. Your life is already overwhelming. You don’t need me adding more to it. You deserve someone calm, not someone who’s constantly afraid you’ll leave… or someone who runs. You deserve someone that’s not like me. Someone special.”

He stopped walking and gently turned you to face him, his hands resting on your arms, his thumbs moving in slow, soothing strokes to comfort you.

“You’re not too much. You’re perfect for me. You’re special to me.” He says, his voice steady. “I’ll do whatever it takes to understand you, to prove that I am not going anywhere.”

A lump forms in your throat, your chest tightens. “You think this is what you want, but I know that eventually you’ll get tired. You’re not the first person to say these things.”

“Maybe not.” He softly says. “But I’ll be the first one to show them. I want to be here for all of it. The difficult moments, the good ones… everything.” His eyes are filled with quiet hope. He slides his hands slowly down your arms before intertwining your fingers with his.

“I’m scared.” You whisper, your voice barely holding together as tears well in your eyes.

“I know.” He replies, his gaze not leaving yours. “I’m sorry that this feels so scary. But please let me help you… no more pushing me away. We deserve each other.”

Then he pulls you into him, wrapping his arms around you tightly, protectively. Your tears spill freely now, soaking his shirt as you cling to him.

He presses a kiss to the top of your head. “I’m not going anywhere. I promise.” He whispers in your ear, just for you to hear.

You held onto each other for a moment longer before you finally pulled away.

Looking up at him, your nose red and cheeks stained, he gently wiped your face and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

The two of you walked back to the car, and Spencer drove you to his home. Neither of you needed to say much, there was a quiet understanding between you now.

You spent the night enjoying each other’s presence, and for the first time, you allowed yourself to hold onto him a little longer than usual.

Over the next few months, he did exactly what he said he would, he showed up for you, not just with his words but with his actions.

There was still moments when you’d pull away, retreating back into your old habits, but he always found you, and held you close and reminded you that he was here, and assured you that you were never too much.

Eventually, you finally told him you loved him. That was a big step for you.

“I love you, Spence.” You said, your fingers threading through his hair as the two of you laid tangled together in his bed. He looked at you like you were his entire world.

“I love you too.” He said, kissing you, unable to stop smiling. In that moment, he felt like the happiest man alive, and it was because of you.

You were his happiness, and he was becoming yours. And this time, you weren’t going to pull away…

Dividers from @hyuneskkami

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please could i request a smutty fic with “i like being close to you. you’re warm” & “is this okay?” from prompt list 1? maybe some soft, cozy, sexy time after a group bonfire on a cool summer night? 🫣🫣🫣 and maybe x curvy!reader?

anon i'm so sorry i hijacked your request so badly, its not smutty nor did i do too much with a curvy!reader, please forgiv..... what this does have is lots & lots of mutual pining fluff <3 getting together, gn!reader, 1.7k, sfw but beware this blog is 18+

in the firelight

The logs glow a bright orange, flames curling around them like hungry tongues. The low sound of crickets fill the trees around you, a chorus of the natural world, the soundscape of wilderness all around.

If you strain your ears, you can hear the soft sounds of the lake nearby, water lapping at the shore. Combined with the crackling of the fire and crickets, you can’t help but sink back in ease.

You’re at Steve’s lake house— well, his parents’ lake house. It’s a little down south from Hawkins, tucked away from civilisation, and decked out with the swankiest furniture set good money can buy.

It had been unused when you arrived, plastic covers still on.

“Mom bought before she found out about Dad’s next affair. Haven’t been down here since then, either of them.” Steve had quietly told you on the way in.

So, you’ve all got the honours of breaking in the new stuff — Eddie especially, who tore the plastic cover off the table with a rabid fervor. He then tussled with it, eventually launching it into Robin’s head as hard as he could. It had quickly dissolved into a vigorous game of tug of war until Steve warned them to knock it off.

But it means you’ve all pushed the beach loungers around the fire. Earlier, you had roasted all manners of things over it, enough snacks and sweets to count as dinner.

Now, you’re one of the few stragglers left gathered around it. It’s late, the sky dark.

There’s only three of you out here. To your left, Steve sits at the end of his own lounger, straddling it with his legs off either side.

He’s got a poker from inside the house in his hand and he’s bravely taken on the task of making sure the fire burns strong. He’s prone to poking it now and then, expression serious.

Watching him makes you laugh under your breath. It’s endearing, you think, the way he still doesn’t quite slip out of caretaker mode, even without the kids around.

Directly across the fire from you, Eddie sits in a much more relaxed way.

There’s a joint held loosely between his lips, still burning, and he’s gazing into the fire as if it holds the answers to life.

In fact, you wonder how long it’s been since he’s blinked.

A wind passes through the clearing, inspiring a shiver from you. The temperature is dropping as night falls, but you don’t quite want to go inside yet.

It’s a soft atmosphere outside. The smell of the fire is like an old memory and you’re enjoying your less than subtle glances you get to share with Steve, the way his eyes reflect the firelight as he smiles back at you.

It’s actually making you delusional enough to entertain the idea that your big fat crush on Steve might not be so severely one sided.

When you go inside, the bubble will pop. Sue you if you just wanted to prolong that a little longer.

You shiver again as another breeze blows through and Steve notices the motion. He frowns, brown knitting together.

“You cold?” He asks, hazel eyes concerned.

“A little,” You admit. You tuck your sweater closer around you and wonder if you should move closer to the fire.

Abruptly, Steve clears his throat loudly and jabs the poker into the fire, his head now facing the fire’s only other occupant. The harsh motion into the fire, sparks flying, seems to startle Eddie out of his stupor.

His lazed eyes drag over to Steve and then after a long moment, he seemed to blink in realisation because he springs to his feet.

“I take my leave.” He announces, voice still strained from the smoke.

He tumbles forward into a bow that has you concerned about his hair catching fire— but he straightens up before anything sets alight.

“And I bid thee birds o’ love goodnight,” He says, more pointedly this time.

Your eyebrows scrunch together at his words. Birds o’ love?

Steve, however, only jabs the fire again and Eddie disappears along the path up to the house.

“Should we be worried if he’s gonna make it back alright?”

You’re peering over your shoulder, watching the metalhead go. It’s not far to the house but there’s only lights right by the stairs. And he’s stoned to high heaven.

“Nah,” Steve’s voice is suddenly much closer, right beside you, and you jump as you turn back. You hadn't heard him move by he's sitting on the edge of your lounger now.

“Budge up, I’m keeping you warm.”

Bewilderment flounders through you, warm and fringed with nerves. For a moment, you just stare at him before something clicks and you sit up to shuffle to the side.

The loungers are big and roomy. However, evidently they are not designed for two people to lie side by side.

As Steve squeezes in, your body ends up pressed flush against his warm and toned one, thigh to thigh. He leans back easily but you’re still frozen a bit, apprehensive about your next move. If you lie back, you’ll be practically lying on Steve’s chest.

You’re mouth twists in your nerves.

Leaning back means leaning your weight up against him, nearly goddamn cuddling. Your twitchy gaze meets Steve as you look back at him — but he only smiles handsomely, beckoning you down with a tip of his head.

Christ almighty, you have such a crush on him.

You close your eyes momentarily and send a quick prayer to whoever’s listening—either grant you strength or some insane luck that gives you want you really, really want.

You lay down and melt into his side. Your cheek finds his shoulder, squishing against it, and your heart worms its way up your throat in nerves.

You hope he can’t feel how hard your heart is beating.

“Is this okay?” Steve asks, murmuring now he’s much closer. The smoke of the fire swirls with his cologne. He's warm like a furnace. “Not too close f’you?”

“I like being close to you,” You say without thinking.

A second later, you realise how betraying that might sound, body stiffening as a fluster rolls through you.

“'Cos you’re warm.” You tack on quickly, as if that’ll save it. You very purposefully keep your eyes on the fire, away from his prying gaze.

Fuck, fuck. That’s basically a confession. You’re basically cuddling, legs touched, your head touching on Steve’s shoulder and you just said that.

Steve gives a quiet laugh that rumbles his chest.

“That’s good.” He says quietly.

Then he inhales deeply, a breath you feel under your cheek. He releases in slowly, calmly, then swallows.

“And…” He’s turned his head towards you, your faces close. Something nudges at your jaw—his hand, sliding gently across the skin to cradle it.

“Is this okay?” He whispers. This close you can see individual eyelashes. A part of you quietly yearns.

You have no clue what’s happening.

You know what you think is happening — which is that Steve, handsome, caring, entirely out of your league Steve, might be about to kiss you.

“Yes,” you say, just in case you’re not dreaming the whole thing. “I, uh- you— what is happening right now?” You whisper, hardly daring to breath.

Your eyes roam Steve’s face fervently, searching for something, anything to explain this.

But there’s only an ardent fondness in his face, a softness in his gaze that’s directed at you.

Your heart reaches a concerning speed, pounding in your chest hard enough it must be bruising your ribs. The skin pressed against Steve's blazes warmer than any other part of you, your thigh against his, his hand resting on your face.

“What’s happening is,” Steve says softly. “I have been waiting for Munson to leave for twenty minutes, so I could come over here and,” He swallows, eyes dipping down to your lips momentarily. “hopefully… kiss you.”

You blink.

“Why?” You whisper.

You scrunch your eyes closed the minute you say it, scowling at yourself for potentially stepping on your own damn moment. Never mind if it was the burning question you had, never mind if Steve just wanted to kiss for the night.

You’d take it even if it wasn’t quite what you yearned for. You'd take anything he offered to you.

Steve laughs lightly and your eyes open. His eyes are still tracking over your face with an adoration you can’t quite believe.

“Why?” He echoes.

The hand on your face shifts, his thumb petting along your cheek gently. You see him swallow and realise with a spark that it’s because he’s nervous.

“Because I like you.”

It’s a whisper. None of that charm, just a genuineness that threatens to make your heart explode. His eyes shift across your face, as if committing it to detail in the shadow of the firelight. “And I have for awhile now.”

Your lips wobble a bit before they form their smile, catching up before your mind can grapple with the idea truly. He likes you. Steve likes you.

“Okay,” you say back stupidly.

Fuck. You’re really crushing this whole interaction, aren’t you?

But Steve only laughs again, his thumb tracing another line over your cheek. “Okay? This is okay?”

Heart bursting, you nod against his shoulder, already tilting your face up towards his. You hope you don’t look too eager—then remember it really doesn’t matter. Steve likes you.

Enough to come sit by you, to lean in first, to take the leap and say the words even though it's scary.

Leaning in, his nose brushes you, just the softest graze. It pulls a sharp breath from your lungs in nerves, but Steve only pauses there. Lets you sit in the moment, then melt into it.

The fire crackles and pops loudly and you hear the soft hooting of an owl in the trees. And only when you relax—when you tilt your head up and close the gap first, lips ghosting across his—does he kiss you.

Steve's mouth presses against yours softly, the shape of his lips fitting like a daydream, and when your eyes flutter close, you remember only the hazel of his eyes.

(if u wanted, i would maybe do a smutty part two if people were interested?!)

[kurishiri]

2nd Anniversary ┊ A short break with Darius

꒰ ִ ֺ ⊹ @ notice ⊹ ֺ ִ ꒱ this is the 400 times sent bonus story for each suitor during ikevil's second elections! this translation may not be 100% accurate or contain creative liberties due to characterization or narrative flow purposes. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but don't repost these or claim these as your own!

— cw: potato slander 😔✌️

Darius: Ahh, now that was fun.

Kate: Welcome back. You...don’t seem hurt anywhere, right?

Darius: Of course not, just who do you take me for?

A haughty smile playing on his lips, Darius sat on the sofa.

Darius: Anyway, enough of that, I’m feeling parched. Were you able to prepare the drinks and refreshments?

Indeed, that was the sudden order he left with me before departing.

(And he left before I could even talk back, so I was left here racking my head...)

But even so, I figured that he would feel weary upon returning,

and so, I prepared the refreshments as he had ordered and waited for him.

Kate: Here you are. Good job today.

With that, I took off the plaid cloth cover.

And beneath it laid a plethora of tea flavors, with scones, sandwiches, and whatnot lined up.

Darius: Well, I’ll be. You did all this for me, did you.

He pointed at the tea leaves, lined up together, and...

Darius: Which of these do you recommend?

Kate: The chamomile one, perhaps. It can relieve fatigue, so I’d go with that.

Darius: Alright then, I’ll go with that.

Accepting my suggestion, he waited for me to prepare the tea with a smile.

(Somehow I feel a bit like a maid...)

I put the tea leaves into the pot and poured hot water in before turning over the hourglass.

When it finished steeping according to that, I poured the tea using a tea strainer, and——

Kate: Here you go.

Darius, poking at the hourglass, then started to grumble idle complaints.

Darius: Not only with the tea, but the way to eat a scone too...the English get so caught up in all these excessive mannerisms. They’re so incessant about them too.

Kate: Hehe, I suppose. We do tend to get caught up in traditions and formalities.

Darius: And I hold little interest in them...that said.

D: What I do hold interest in is seeing the faces of those types of humans when I break the things they hold dear to bits and pieces, right before their eyes.

Kate: Wha...

Darius: Just kidding.

(Sometimes, I feel like I can’t read what Darius is thinking...)

I couldn’t help but think that hidden beneath that gentle smile of his was something so deeply dark.

Darius: Oh, and which of these dishes took the most time to make?

Kate: That would be the potato potage, if I had to say.

K: The process itself is simple, but the potatoes do need to be sieved to soften its texture.

K: So, I think it would qualify as something that took a lot of time, just as you like it.

When I said so, though, he furrowed his brow——

Darius: Out of every vegetable, I happen to hate potatoes the most.

Kate: Is that so?

Darius: Whole or not, I despise even looking at it.

(Well that’s troubling, what do I do now…)

In contrast to my panic, he spoke up upon spotting a certain something.

Darius: ...Ah, so you do have things I like after all.

Having found the crumpet, Darius’ expression shifted completely, his lips now in a full smile.

Darius: Portion this out, won’t you. And make sure to add a generous topping of butter and syrup too.

Kate: O-okay!

The butter, melting with the syrup, seeped into the crumpet as I carried the plate to Darius.

When I placed it before him, I tried to leave, when...

Darius: You stay here.

Kate: Huh?

He made space for another on the sofa and gestured to it,

and when I sat down, he enthusiastically clapped the fork into the crumpet and started eating.

Darius: You can have the potage.

Kate: I can?

Darius: Well, I don’t even want it in my sight, so I’d rather you eat it away.

(To think he hated it so much...)

I started to drink the potage by his side.

All of a sudden, he gave me a sidelong glance, and I felt as though he was looking at something distant...

Kate: ...Um...

Putting my hand on the open space, I called out to him before me.

Darius: Mhm, what is it?

He set his fork down, sparing a glance at my hand.

Kate: Every time we get together like this, I’d like you to tell me something about yourself I don’t yet know.

K: If I do, then I think something like this can be prevented.

K: And besides...

I approached him, closing the distance between us ever so slightly.

Kate: I...want to get to know you better.

His eyes widened, but then right after he started to laugh.

Darius: Ahaha, sure then. If you want to know then tell you I will.

And, ever so slightly, Darius closed the distance between us as well.

Darius: So, what’s the first thing you’d like to know?

——I felt then that, just a little, I had gotten closer to the depths of his heart that laid beneath that smile.

Fin

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Fall Into Desire || 18+ MDNI

☁ Park Seonghwa x Reader x Song Mingi

title Fall Into Desire

synopsis Seonghwa and Mingi argue over who can please a girl best with their tongue "Why don't we let our girl decide"

genre Smut, Fluff, little angst

tags Non-Idol! Seonghwa x Fem! Reader x Non-Idol! Mingi, Seonghwa x Reader x Mingi

warnings Petty arguing, confessions, smidgen angst, smut, oral (f recieving), aftercare, dirty talk, overstimulation?, 18+ minors DNI

nicknames used sweet girl, sweet angel, doll, baby, love

if i missed any warnings, please let me know!

⚘ author first ateez fic to get back into the groove of writing, along with my first smut. please be gentle with this one cause it is my first time writing smut. i will give attention to 13 Forget-Me-Nots but i'm still trying to adjust from my work trip. constructive criticism is welcomed!

this is a work of fiction and should be separated with reality. thank you and enjoy!

—chery

wc 3k

It was quite stupid, watching your two friends argue over who’s better at giving oral. They both sat on opposite sides of your apartment's living room going back and forth over this.

“Dude I told you I can make a girl cum with just my tongue” Mingi said to the elder, his eyes darkening trying to stay calm.

“I don’t know Mingi, I didn’t even know you hooked up with girls” Seonghwa shook his head chuckling. You sat there on your phone deciding to let the two argue it out before asking them what they wanted to eat.

“Who do you think is better Y/N?” Mingi called out to you. You finally looked up from your phone giving him a questioning stare before shrugging and turning back to look at your phone, waiting once again for them to finish this petty argument.

“Why don’t we let our girl decide” Seonghwa suggested, looking at you “Of course, if she’s okay with it” You snap your head to look towards the eldest with a look of disbelief of the suggestion.

Mingi’s expression darkened when you looked at him, you wouldn’t sit there and lie that your two friends were undeniably attractive or that you thought of them in more of a friendly way more times than you’d like to admit but you didn’t want to possibly break your friend group and or cause turmoil between everyone. 

Mingi and Seonghwa noticed your look of uncertainty and Seonghwa waved you over to him and you stood up hesitantly and walked to him, now standing in front of your elder friend he looked at Mingi and patted the seat next to him so they both could talk to you, Mingi got up and sat next to Seonghwa leaned back relaxed with that dark look in his eye. He looked like a predator ready to pounce on its prey if you made the smallest movement.

“Now sweet angel, what’s going through that pretty head of yours?” Seonghwa asked, grabbing your hand softly, letting you fidget with it to keep yourself grounded. 

You looked between both of them before answering honestly “I don’t want to cause turmoil between not just us three, but the whole group” Mingi’s eyes turned soft before he sat forward and grabbed your waist to move you in front of him and let his hands move on to your hips.

“Doll, you could do no wrong in our eyes, in any of our eyes. If anything the others will be jealous we got to have you first before them” Mingi looked you in the eyes continuing to talk now with uncertainty “We all love you as one of our own and we’ve all talked about you in a more than appropriate way” 

The look on his face was now an uncertain one, he didn’t know if you’d run away at the fact that all eight of them had thought of you in a sexual way, or even a possibly romantic way. Seonghwa had a serious look on his face now but his heart was racing at the possibility that you could run away from them, or even all eight of them.

“Please say something sweet girl” Mingi pleaded, he couldn’t stand your silence now that you knew the truth with your friends. Seonghwa now had that glassy look in his eyes waiting for your answer.

“I have thought about all eight of you in a more than platonic way, but I didn’t want to ruin our friendship or cause turmoil between all of us. I didn’t want to lose you all” The last part came out quietly but they now knew your feelings, and you knew theirs.

Both men let out a breathe they didn’t know they were holding before Seonghwa grabbed your wrist and pulled you to sit on his lap now straddling him, one hand rested on your hip while the other grabbed your chin so you could look him in the eyes before he spoke “Sweet girl, we all want you in more than a platonic way, you’ve had us wrapped around your finger since your first week of uni when we found you in our study room”

“It’s up to you, you can tell us to get out of your apartment and we never talk about this or you can let us indulge you, settle our argument and we can continue this talk with the others” Seonghwa moved his hands off you to rest on his legs giving you an out.

“Fuck it” Before either of them knew it, you moved forward to kiss Seonghwa and wrapped your hands around his neck, he was shocked and didn’t move for a split second before finally kissing you back and wrapped his hands around your waist.

Mingi groaned from beside the both of you, breaking your kiss to look at him “Come on sweet girl let’s get you somewhere comfortable” He stood up and you stood up off of Seonghwa and in one quick movement Mingi grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing and smacked your ass at your protested kicking at him to put you down.

Both men made their way to your room and Mingi set you in front of him and grabbed your jaw making sure you looked him in the eye before you could start to protest being carried.

“I’ve waited too long to taste your pretty pussy, fantasized for far too long on how sweet you would taste. I’ll be damned if I wait a minute longer” He kissed you hard and let his hands drop to your waist, you could feel Seonghwa behind you move your hair to the side to kiss your neck.

Seonghwa broke his kiss from your neck to focus on stripping you, starting with the flannel you were wearing he let out a guttural groan when he saw you weren’t wearing anything underneath it, he moved down towards your shorts that had risen up your thighs letting the underneath of your butt peek out from them, and it took all his power to not rip them off you.

Mingi broke the kiss to soak in your naked figure standing in front of him. Seonghwa motioned for Mingi to sit against the headboard before picking you up and placing you between his legs, your back against his chest and Mingi grabbed under your thighs and spread your legs exposing your pussy to Seonghwa. You could feel his hard cock through his sweatpants pressing against your back.

Seonghwa groaned at the sight before laying between your legs and pressed wet kisses to your inner thigh, you let out the tiniest moan holding back “Come on sweet girl don’t hold back those moans, let us hear you” Mingi said from behind you, one of his hands moving from your thigh to now pinch your hard nipple causing you to let out a loud moan. Both men almost came in their pants from it, your moans sounding melodic to them.

“Baby, you need a safeword before we start” Seonghwa looked at you before giving another kiss to your thigh, Mingi halted his movements upon hearing Seonghwa and spoke up from behind you “It’s just to be safe doll, we want to make sure this is enjoyable for you as well”

You pondered for a moment before settling on “Penguin” Seonghwa and Mingi chuckled at how cute you were before they decided to continue “Penguin it is”

Seonghwa went back to leaving a trail of kisses getting closer to your pussy, while Mingi resumed giving attention to your nipples. You knew Seonghwa was taking his time, but you were starting to get impatient with him.

“Please do something Seonghwa” You started to beg, he looked up and saw your breathing was ragged. He looked at your pussy and licked a small stripe testing the waters and once he heard the loud moan you let out, he lost whatever little control he had and began to devour you like you were his last meal.

You started squirming around and closed your thighs around his head before he pushed your legs open and pulled away causing you to shudder at the cool air on your now soaking wet pussy “Keep her still” He said and Mingi put his hands back on your thighs keeping them open.

“Fuck baby, you taste so sweet” Seonghwa let out Mingi moved one of his hands towards your needy pussy, slowly pushing in a finger causing you to squirm around and let out a string of moans. Upon hearing your moans, he added another finger and as fast as his fingers were in you he pulled them out and brought them to his mouth. He kept his eyes on yours as he sucked on his fingers tasting you before throwing his head back with a groan “He’s right baby, god you taste so good” 

Before you could comprehend anything more Seonghwa was back to working his tongue on your clit, you were now a panting and moaning mess. You could feel the build up in your stomach getting close to your breaking point, and all it took for you to come undone was him sliding one finger into you.

Right as he slid his finger in and curled it, you were a mess all over him “Fuck! Hwa” You cried out while he kept his rhythm going until you came down from your high and left your pussy with a small kiss that left you shuddering “If I could i would stay between your thighs all day just to hear you come all over my face” 

Seonghwa now hovered over you and moved to kiss you, you heard Mingi groan from behind you both as his patience was definitely wearing thin on having to wait to have a moment with you.

“Move Hwa, I have to taste my doll. She tasted so sweet on my fingers” Mingi spoke up and Seonghwa chuckled at the younger's impatience but moved off you to sit at the end of the bed. 

Mingi moved your head to look up at him from behind you and kissed you softly before pulling away and motioning towards Seonghwa. “Go sit with Hwa for a second, love. I’m gonna go grab you water and let you relax for a moment” Mingi got up and ran to grab water for everyone. You moved towards Seonghwa to lay your back against him like you were with Mingi.

“Thank you Hwa” You followed his eyes to see he was staring at both of your reflections in the mirror in the corner of your room facing the edge of the bed where you both sat.

“You see how pretty you look sweet angel” He grabbed one of your thighs to give you a glimpse of yourself spread open for him. You instinctively tried to close your legs but he had grabbed your other thigh and held your legs open. He held your stare in the mirror with his hair casting a shadow on his eyes making them seem darker. 

You feel your face getting warm and you try to look away before Seonghwa grabs your jaw and moves your head back to look at the mirror “Look at yourself love, I’ve never seen such perfection until now” Your eyes wander over your body before looking at Seonghwa through the mirror.

“Fuck baby, you look so pretty” Mingi’s was leaning against your door frame holding three water bottles in one hand and admiring you. You watch as he moves from the door frame and sets the water down on your nightstand, stripping his shirt off leaving his sweatpants hanging low barely exposing his v-line. 

“Come sit on my face baby” He looked up towards you. Mingi’s sweatpants barely did anything to hide his hard on and you could still feel Seonghwas against your back. Your concern for them now comes to the front of your thoughts.

“Can’t I help you both with your hard ons?” Your voice now quiet and shy but they chuckled and shook their heads “No need to worry about us sweet girl, we could cum at the sight of you” Seonghwa answered then Mingi added “Especially the sight of your fucked out face from our tongues” He groaned before palming his sweatpants.

Seonghwa looked at you “Don’t you think you should go to him? He’s been waiting patiently doll” You looked at Mingi before getting off Seonghwa and climbed onto Mingi, resting on his chest before lifting yourself up and lowering yourself on his face, not fully putting your weight on him but shivering feeling his cool breaths against your pussy.

Mingi grunted at your hesitation “Doll, I'm gonna warn you once. When i say ‘sit on my face’ i mean sit” You hesitated again but lowered yourself more until he grabbed your hips and slammed you down on his face. You gasped and tried to pull yourself up worried about suffocating him but he held you there and started tongue fucking you. 

Your mind becomes fuzzy and every moan or whimper you let out they felt themselves getting close from not even touching themselves. 

Mingi would switch from tongue fucking you to giving attention to your sensitive clit, the rhythm he has was fast and impatient compared to Seonghwas soft but calculated approach.

You heard movement and looked over at Seonghwa who was now naked and lazily stroking his cock, your eyes caught his and smirked a little before picking up his pace then slowing down.

Mingi lifted you up for a moment, pulling your attention back to him “Your pussy is the best dessert i’ve ever had in my life, I don’t want to share with the others” He sat you back down on his face, indulging on you once more.

You could feel yourself get close and Mingi could tell from your quickening breaths and moans falling from your lips. Seonghwa didn’t want to cum until you did, and Mingi knew he was close and would come undone when you did.

Mingi decided enough was enough and started devouring you like you were his last meal, they both devoured you like your pussy was their last meal. You could feel yourself getting close before falling back onto Mingi’s chest but he grabbed you and moved you back onto his face.

“Mingi! Please!” You begged the man under you, the slurping sounds he was making were filthy but his determination to get every drop of you was prominent. Hearing Seonghwa’s pants and soft moans were getting you dangerously close to your second climax until Mingi moaned around your clit and sent you over the edge from the vibration it caused.

Moans bounced off your bedroom walls as Mingi and you came together. Mingi moved you back and forth grinding on his tongue to ride out your high. The room filled with all of you panting as you sat back onto Mingi’s chest.

Once you came down from the fuzziness of your high, Seonghwa lifted you off of Mingi, laid you down next to him, and now stood over you with his cock still in his hand stroking it.

“Fuck angel can I come on you?” Seonghwa asked desperately as he slowly pumped his cock. You nod looking up at him and he came all over your stomach moaning and leaned down to kiss you through his high. Seonghwa pulled away and smiled at you leaving a kiss on your forehead.

Mingi got up to grab a wet towel, handing it to the older to clean you both off before going through your closet to find all the spare clothes all of the boys had left at your place. He grabbed a change of clothes and headed towards the bathroom.

“You did so well love” Seonghwa praised you while grabbing a water bottle, opening it, and handing it to you to drink. “Thank you Hwa” you blushed before taking a sip of water as Mingi emerged from your bathroom in new clothes.

“I started the bath for you, let's get you washed up before the rest all get here” You stood up to walk and they let out a loud laugh noticing your legs shaking with every step you took, you flipped them both off.

“The rest are coming?” You asked, making your way past Mingi towards the tub. “Yeah, they sent a group text that I saw when I went to grab us all water, they should be here pretty soon” Seonghwa got dressed and grabbed you new clothes.

Finishing your bath they dressed you and left kisses all over your body while giving praises in between.

“You look so pretty when you cum” Mingi said, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, slipping his hoodie on you.

“I wish I could’ve taken a picture of you covered with my cum” Seonghwa groaned.

They finished dressing you and Mingi picked you up heading back to your living room where everyone else now sat and turned their heads toward the three of you.

“I thought this was something we all would talk to her about before whatever happened between the three of you” Hongjoong spoke up. You hid your face in Mingi’s chest and leaned up towards his ear to ask “Is he mad at us?” 

“He’s probably more upset with Seonghwa and I. He could never be mad at you” Mingi said before setting you down on the couch and the other two sat on the ground in front of you facing everyone else.

“Nobody here is upset with you love, we're upset with these two idiots for having a talk we all should’ve had without the rest of us” Hongjoong voiced hearing your question.

“Well I know now. Let’s talk this out” 

Seonghwa’s earlier suggestion came back into your mind. The suggestion that landed you getting tongue fucked by two of your best friends. Hopefully at the end of this long awaited talk you could let more of your desires come to light.

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[nhmkhnh]

"please... let me?"

pairings: golden-retriever/loser(?)!dom!vi x sub!fem!reader

preface: your good puppy.

author's note: my friend just kept nagging me for this, and i fed her. yeah, thought about uploading it for you guys to read, too, i'm pretty bad at smut so i didn't write much haha. btw, enjoy!

wrn: lowercase. list: soft dom!vi, oral (r. receiving), fingering, desparate worship kink, praise kink.

rating: explicit. (minors & men dni) | words: 513.

masterlist / janitor ai / c.ai / carrd

vi was sweating.

not from the heat—though your body straddling her lap certainly wasn’t helping—but from pure, unfiltered, girly panic.

you were sitting on her thighs, one hand gently playing with the chain around her neck, your face tilted with a teasing smile. “vi,” you said sweetly, brushing a lock of hair from her face. “why’re you so red?”

vi gulped. “i—i’m not red. i’m just… warm. you’re warm.”

you giggled and leaned in closer, the soft scent of your shampoo flooding her senses. you weren’t even trying and vi was one second away from begging.

“can i kiss you?” she asked, voice breathless. “please?”

you smiled. “always.”

she surged up like she’d been waiting her whole life, lips pressing to yours in a kiss so desperate, so clumsy, it was almost pathetic. your fingers tangled in her undercut, tugging just enough to make her whimper. she was panting into your mouth, like she needed your kisses more than air.

“god, i think about you all the time,” she breathed. “like, all the time. you don’t even know what you do to me.”

you tilted your head, fingers trailing down her chest. “no? maybe you should show me.”

her hands froze on your hips.

“wait—really?” she asked, eyes wide like a puppy about to be thrown a treat. “i can…? you’ll let me?”

you nodded, slow and smug. “you’ve been good, haven’t you?”

vi let out the most obscene sound of relief, like a man granted parole after years in jail. she kissed down your neck, trembling a little, hands gripping your thighs like she couldn’t believe this was happening. like you were too holy to touch.

“you’re so perfect,” she whispered as she laid you back. “i’m gonna take care of you. i swear. i’ll be so good. i’ll—fuck—i’ll be so good for you, baby.”

she kissed down your stomach, reverent and worshipful, like you were a goddess and she was your pathetic little servant. when her mouth met between your thighs, she moaned like you were feeding her salvation.

every lick was frantic, messy, desperate. she held your hips down with strong hands, whining into your cunt every time you moaned her name.

“vi—vivi—” you gasped, legs trembling.

she looked up at you, lips shiny, eyes wide and pleading. “say it again,” she whispered. “please. i—i’ll do anything. i need to hear you say my name again.”

“vivi,” you whimpered, threading your fingers in her hair. “just like that, don’t stop.”

she growled—actually growled—and shoved two fingers inside you without warning, matching the rhythm of her tongue perfectly.

you came fast, too fast, but she didn’t stop. didn’t even think about stopping.

she kept going until you were crying, twitching, begging for a break.

“i can’t—vivi, wait—!”

“i’m sorry, baby,” she said, voice shaking. “i just—you taste so good, i can’t—please let me keep going. please let me make you feel good again.”

your thighs were shaking around her head. she didn’t care.

she was home.

[bigassmoth]

WHB Belphegor welcomes threesomes and orgies (headcanons) ((typos oops))

He prefers it actually. He gets to do less work and you still get taken care of the way you deserve. Belphegor knows he isnt the most...excitable devil. So he feels at ease when he knows you will have someone to talk to and stroke your hair when he inevitably passes out mid-thrust.

Obviously his top choice is Beleth, his capable righthand man who is talented in taking care of things. Belphegor would suggest a threesome with Beleth before you could- or more like he starts ordering Beleth around while he fucks you. Once or twice the fallen angel nearly put out his cig on your skin- but Belphegor only needed to flash him a glimpse of the crazy before Beleth corrected himself- and put it out on Belphegor instead. You receive royalty treatment from them- the sex is intense but the focus is on pleasing you to exhaustion. Beleth, ever the mature older man, lays on plenty of praise. Belphegor, possessive, agrees and happily comments about how its "only ta be expected of my better half". Aftercare is peak, everyone is happy, Beleth finally sleeps for once. You should suggest some kind of anime roleplay with them, Belphegor would dig it (he plays the villain)

If Beleth is unavailable, Belphegor trusts his othe subordinates as well. The issue there is whether or not they would want to have sex with him. Dont get them wrong! You are a treat and a delight, you tempt them by existing. Belphegor- is attractive...but the other devils arent as enchanted by their boss sleeping and masturbating while they try to plan public infrastructure. If any devil is overworked they will flat out refuse- and Belphegor wont push the issue. One thing about being the king of sloth is that regular demons struggle to resist the urge to sleep- his fatigued subordinates wont be able to fuck you properly. Naturally, when well-rested, all jump at the opportunity to bed with you and Belphegor. I imagine orgies would happen on occassion- its hard because everyone is so busy. Belphegors powers work overtime, depite the number of bodies involved the whole thing is sleepy and slow. Some are content to just watch and stroke themselves to completion. Others want to use the rare work-break to get out a lot of pent up stress.

Belphegor isnt opposed to any of the Kings- initially. Issues arise with Satan and Leviathan as they are physically and verbally aggressive with you. Belphegor is a simple man- he doesnt want someone he loves to be berated and abused. Similar to how he get Beleth the three-iris glare for almost burning you, Belphegor would do the same to both violent kings. But also being kings- and little shits- it would only rile them up more. I can see Belphegor taking things into his own hands- Satan wants to see blood? Belphie doesnt mind being a punching bag while stroking your cheek. Levi wants to degrade you until you choke him? Belphie will have a bruising vice grip on his throat before he can even call you "slut". He is the most comfortable with Beelzebub. He and Beel have fucked before so they already have experience with each other. Belphegor brings out Beel's more relaxed attitude which is a change of pace to the usual fast-overwhelming sex you get with the fly king. Unfortunately, Beels cloning ability and Belphies space manipulation can do soms fuckery. For cosmic balance, its best they stay seperate for the most part. Mammon and Asmodeus are his prefered pairings. Energetic, eager to please, gentle with your body, and not annoyed when Belphegor falls asleep. If Belphegor feels like Asmo is fucking you too much, he will volunteer to let the king ride him while he sleeps so you can rest up. He likes it when Mammon dolls you up/sugar daddies you with spa treatments and meals so he can enjoy the show. Lucifer is reluctent to join a threesome he is not explicitly in charge of- Paradise Lost devils are the only ones ge feels comfortable with. Belphie would 100% give it a shot if you managed to convince Lucifer

[gds-daisy]

dream girl

pairing: choi seunghyun x fem!reader

warning(s): body image issues, fluff, praise, pet names (sweetheart, darling, etc), make out session

based off this song!

Seunghyun didn’t know what was going on with his girlfriend and it was starting to worry him profusely. They had been dating for 6 months now and they shared everything together. Both of them had seen the other at their lowest, comforted each other, and most importantly; loved each other. That’s why he was concerned about her wellbeing.

It started off with the littlest things, just enough for him to notice. At times, she insisted on changing in the bathroom after finishing her shower. It made sense to him because it was an occurrence in the beginning of their relationship and he thought that maybe she wasn’t ready to change in front of him, which he totally understood.

However, even six months in, she still had this habit and he noticed she had picked up several more. If her shirt rode up just the tiniest bit, she would immediately pull it down and pray that he wouldn’t notice. Or the times when he placed his hands on her hips, her face was in a panicked sort of state and told him she wasn’t comfortable with it. It wasn’t a total lie, but just not for the reasons Seunghyun was expecting. They never even had sex because every time he lovingly slipped his hands beneath her shirt, she would always grab it and pull it away from her flesh, which he also understood. She hated keeping this a secret from the love of her life because she knew he would never keep a secret from her.

It’s not like she enjoyed constantly lying to him and his pretty face. She wanted to tell him what was bothering her more than anything, but she was ashamed of letting the words slip out, but she was mostly afraid of what he would think of her if she told him the truth. But right now, she was sitting on his bed with him watching a cheesy drama. She loved being in his room because it made her feel safe and protected.

While the flick was playing, Seunghyun placed his head on her shoulder and wrapped his right arm around her waist. Suddenly, her breath became hitched and her diaphragm tightened because of the contact. He noticed the signs all too well and he had to say something. Anything. Anything to help her. He paused the film and finally decided to speak.

“Baby what’s wrong?” he asks sounding concerned.

“It’s nothing,” she responded skeptically, but inside she was terrified. Terrified of the thought that he may have finally caught on.

“I know you too well to know that something’s up. You know you can tell me anything, right jagi?” he says with a look of concern in his eyes. It killed you to see him worried about you. It was enough to make tears fall from your eyes.

“Please don’t cry sweetheart. Tell me what’s bothering you. I won’t judge you,” he says softly as he runs his fingers through her hair.

“You’re going to think it’s stupid…that I’m stupid.” she sputtered.

“Nonsense. I would never think that about you,” he assures her. And he meant every word he said.

“I wanna help you baby. I really do,” Seunghyun said to his girlfriend.

The room suddenly became quiet yet the silence was so loud to the point where one of you want to break the silence, but didn’t know how to.

She let out a rather shallow breath, which he noticed. It was time to tell him everything. To tell him what was making her so self conscious all the time. Maybe it would set her free.

“Alright, but promise me you won’t think of me differently when I tell you,”

“I promise baby,” he said in the most soothing voice in order to calm her down.

“The reason why I’m distant sometimes has nothing to do with you. it has something to do with one of my biggest insecurities,“ she said. She could already feel her voice start to croak. Maybe she couldn’t go through with telling him this. It was too much for her alone, so how could she be sure Seunghyun would be fine with finding this out? She already began talking about it, so there was no going back now.

“I’m insecure about my body…specifically my stomach. My ex wasn’t there for me when I was going through the worst stages of my body dysmorphia. He never reassured me towards the end,” you confess. “It’s so disgusting and it makes me feel disgusting,” she sobs.

He wrapped his arms around her in an attempt to comfort her, but she continues to cry into his shoulder. He didn’t know her body was the root of all of her self-esteem issues, but it hurt him to see her so hurt over this.

“It’s ok aein. I’ve got you.”

“That’s why I never let you see what I look like underneath all of my clothes. Because I’m afraid you won’t love me anymore,” she rambled in a shaky voice. He had never seen her like this and he never wanted to.

“I would never stop loving you, especially over your looks” Seunghyun reassured.

“That’s because you haven’t seen my entire body yet.”

“I don’t need to. I won’t make you show me anything you don’t want to because it’s your body, not mine.

“Are you mad at me?” she asks him, more tears pricking at her corneas.

“Of course not, jagiya. I completely understand where you’re coming from. I’m still insecure about my body at times, but you made me realize that I don’t have to be all the time,” he admits.

“I’m sorry for all this,” she says apologetically, sniffling with a look of embarrassment on her face.

“You are the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen sweetheart." he says before kissing her multiple times on the lips. “I don’t have to see your body to know that because you have the most beautiful soul and that’s what I fell in love with,” he says with adoration and understanding.

“You really mean it Hyun?” she asked.

“Do you even have to ask? Look at yourself, sweetheart,” he says out of genuine love. She knew he wasn’t trying to just make her feel better but how did she? His eyes. His eyes were filled with the utmost love and adoration. For her. “You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen and nothing will ever change that,”

“I love you,” she lets out.

“I love you too, sweetheart,” he says before kissing her on the cheek. “Come here,” he says, motioning his hands in an attempt to get her to come closer.

She happily obliges and scoots closer to him on the bed. Seunghyun wraps his arm around her and rubs her back with his calloused fingers as she rests her head on his shoulder. It felt like the world had stopped and it was only the two of them together, side by side.

[n0v4t33z]

Bittersweet Goodbye

Pairings: Capt. Hongjoong X Female Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Genre: Pirate AU, Romance, Angst

Trigger Warnings: Language containing Violence, Mentions death

Author's Note 💌: Hi! It's been a while since I wrote something! (Sorry!) But I do want to put something out bc I honestly really like this short piece bc I wrote this when I was really doubting my skills as a writer and at a time in my life where I also began to feel like I no longer belonged anywhere. So I wrote this to kind of cope with my feelings using what was familiar to me at the time so I used The Piece of Eight universe as a way to make sense of my feelings. So let this be known this is not canon these are just my feelings. So take it as just another Pirateez short story! Finally, i know it's been almost a whole year since I last posted something but if you stuck around I love you so much and I'm happy you decided to stay! Anyway as always please be kind and enjoy this! Thank you for your support it means more than I can put into words. - N 🌙

Minors Do Not Interact!!

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I slowly stir awake and sit up, Iook out the small window in my room and realize it was dark out. When I look around my room and notice the candle burnt out meaning it was time to go. I didn't even realize how quick time passed. Everyone should be asleep right now or at least not really paying attention too much to anything going on on the deck and if I leave now i’ll be able to make it to the eastern port by day break. I fight the urge to fall back asleep but I forcefully hoist myself up. I quickly dress up and only take a few items in my backpack, including the preserved finger of Commander Masaki, his royal collar, my journal and the hourglass that Hongjoong gifted me along with a few changes of clothes.

 Once I step outside I slowly and quietly climb down from my room and start to make my way across the deck trying to keep my boots from making too much noise. Everything was now beginning to settle including my emotions. A big knot grows in my throat until my eyes begin to flood with tears while I silently cry trying to keep my sniffles at bay. “y/n? Where are you going?” 

A familiar gentle voice asks, his hand grabs onto my shoulder causing me to abruptly halt. When I quietly turn back I see Seonghwa looking back at me looking worried. I look forward again not wanting to meet his eyes while I wipe my tear filled eyes “I’m leaving.” Seonghwa pulls me towards him and clears the stray hairs from my face trying to look into my teary eyes “What? Did something happen?” 

I shake my head silently and look down at the ground, again not being able to meet his dark eyes momentarily. Seonghwa gently pats my shoulder “y/n?” He asks, his pitch a little higher than before. I glance back up again, only this time just focusing on the golden button of his blazer “I don’t know, I think my time here is up. I think I should move on, I just don't fit in. You know? The running away from the royal militaries and being in people’s hit list for their big pay day. I don’t think it’s something I want to do anymore.”

 Seonghwa furrows his eyebrows “y/n…Why?” I shrug looking down at his hand holding mine then he pulls me back towards the Captain’s Quarters “No.. You’re talking to Hongjoong about this, you’re not doing this to us..” I try to pull away but Seonghwa’s grip remains strong easily pulling me towards Hongjoong’s quarters and barging into his quiet abode.

 Annoyed, Hongjoong looks up at Seonghwa “You could have at least knocked instead of almost breaking my door- Wait, what’s going on? Why’s she crying?” Seonghwa pulls me in Hongjoong’s direction and gently pushes me towards him “She says she’s leaving..”

 Hongjoong looks over at me in disbelief “Wait- Why? Did something happen? Do I need to get onto someone?” I shake my head holding back tears again, seeing Hongjoong now actually makes me leaving hurt alot more. “Speak.. Use your words y/n..” Hongjoong utters slightly impatient while he sets his quill onto his desk. I let out a long sigh and bow my head “I’m leaving The Piece of Eight Captain.”

 The room becomes still and silent, something that till this day always unnerves me. Especially coming from Hongjoong. A few seconds later I hear his chair drag against the wooden floor and then slow creaking noises coming from the wooden floor boards as he makes his way closer to me. Gently, Hongjoong raises my gaze up to his with his fingertips and gives me a solemn expression. “Your reason?” Unable to blink back tears I begin to cry “I'm leaving because I think I should move on, I don't belong here anymore.” 

For a few moments Hongjoong stays silent as if he was waiting for me to keep adding to the list until he finally says “Is that it?” I glance at his long golden earring for a moment to ground myself then I nod. Hongjoong gently wipes away my tears and gives me a faint smile “First of all, you most certainly do belong here my dear, you always have and you always will.” My bottom lip slightly trembles “No. I don't, it doesn't feel like it. At least not anymore, this just feels foreign.” Hongjoong furrows his eyebrows “What makes you say such a thing?” I shrug “I don’t know, everything feels different now. Almost like all of this has become bigger than us, it no longer feels like it once did in the beginning. You're different, you're not the Hongjoong I once knew.”

 Hongjoong stares at me with confusion grazing his tired features “What are you trying to get at y/n..” I let out a short sigh and clench both my hands in frustration “My days as your assassin are over Hongjoong.. I’ve lost my grandfather and since then everything has gone down hill. I’ve struggled to feel like this is my true home now, ever since you became the Pirate KIng The Piece of Eight has changed… We no longer just want to help those who are oppressed by their kingdoms and militaries but we now control them and use them as some sort of brainwashed militia. All these people at your disposal just isn’t like you Hongjoong.. None of you actually.”

 I turn to a taken aback Seonghwa whom only manages to stare back at me wide eyed and shocked. “We haven’t changed y/n, we’ve only gained resources.” Hongjoong turns my face back to meet his “And what we’ve gained has only made us the most powerful band of pirates that has ever existed, all thanks to you my dear. You kept your promise in helping me become the Pirate King, these are the benefits you should be reaping.”

 I shake my head and tear up again “Captain, you’re not understanding me.. We’re not the once small and humble band of pirates that stole from the rich and gave back to the poor.. We’ve become what we’ve been fighting all these years. A whole fleshed out military.” Hongjoong chuckles “y/n sweets, we’re not a military. We’re just an expanded band of pirates.” I groan in frustration and cover my face with my hands “I can’t anymore Hongjoong. I’m done, you can stay as the Pirate King and Seonghwa as your stunning and ever powerful right hand man but I’m done. I can’t do this anymore, you guys are becoming something so overwhelmingly colossal that it just doesn’t feel like home anymore..It’s not us.” 

I frustratedly turn in Seonghwa’s direction so that I can open the door but before I’m able to walk away Hongjoong turns me back around and pulls me into his arms. The scent of his expensive perfumed oils engulfs me while his hand adorned by the most expensive rings gently cradles the back of my head. “How can I convince you to stay? Hm?” I gently hold onto the sleeve of Hongjoong’s deep red silk robe and try to hold back the tears that never seemed to end “I’m sorry Captain, but I’m afraid my mind has been set”

 Hongjoong squeezes me a little tighter and lets out a sigh “Please don't go..Please” His words cause my stomach to drop causing me to hold him a bit tighter. “There's plenty of talented assassins and mercenaries at your disposal now. There's no job they can't do. You won't miss me, I promise you that.” I pull away only for him to pull me in tightly again not wanting to let go “But they aren't you.. You're the only one who I will allow to hold my life in their hands.”

 I bite my bottom lip to stop an incoming sob then I pull away from Hongjoong and carefully step away. “They aren’t me but they’re certainly much better than I, you’re not at a loss without me Captain. If anything i’m sure you’ll have a lot more to gain with the proper man power-” Hongjoong takes my hand and laces his fingers between mine “You said you would stay.. You promised me y/n” I shake my head “I said I would stay until you became the Pirate King.. And that’s what you are now, so my work here is done. You no longer need me.”

 His grip becomes tight “You swore your loyalty to me, you can’t just leave me..” I squeeze back his hand gently trying to sooth his anger tinged tone “I get that, but as my close friend you have to respect my decision.. Just how I've respected your decisions. I promise you I won’t swear under anyone else, I just want to go somewhere I call home and unfortunately this is no longer it.” 

Hongjoong deeply gazes into my eyes for a moment, his eyes show an overwhelming amount of sadness and heartbreak, something that for the most part he’s always tried to hide. He slowly leans in and rests his forehead against mine, his hand cradling the back of my head “y/n please.. Don’t do this to me. I promise you won't have to kill anyone anymore, just stay by my side.”

 I nervously swallow feeling his warm breath, his gaze and the smell of rum on his breath making me dizzy. Was he always able to make me feel this flustered? “Ca- I mean, Hongjoong.. I'm telling you this as someone who deeply cares about you so forgive me but I can't. I'm no longer happy here, I feel like an outsider and I no longer fit in here. Thank you so much for everything, my freedom, the vengeance for my people. Everything. I love you my Captain, my heart will forever be with you. My heart will forever belong to those seas we conquered together.” 

His hand moves from the back of my head to my cheek and gently wipes away my tears. Without breaking his gaze he gives me a forced smile then gently kisses my forehead “You are not an outsider my dear, at least Seonghwa, the rest of the crew and I don't see it that way. You’ll always be welcomed here whether I’m here or not. Whether this kingdom you, my dear crew, and I have created falls. You’ll always be welcomed here, because to me this will always be your home.”

 I blink at how sudden his mind changed… Maybe he wanted me to be honest? I chuckle nervously and step back gently holding onto his hand “I’m sure there’s a militia belonging to The Piece of Eight back in Eledonia, if you ever miss me I’m sure they’ll tell you how I'm doing.”  Hongjoong smirks “I promise you I’ll go see you myself when I miss you.” I raise my eyebrow “I’m sure that’ll probably be in half a decade but sure.”

 Hongjoong shakes his head “Not at all, I miss you even now.” My face heats up and I awkwardly scoff “Okay Hongjoong no need to keep messing with me like that. You're funny.” He chuckles then clears a stray hair from my face “I’m not, I really do hope to see you again.” I let out a dry laugh trying to disguise my imminent tears again “Yeah, um… So is that a yes? Am I free to go?” Hongjoong deeply stares at me, his expression is a mixture of being conflicted and sad until he suddenly turns to Seonghwa and nods “Let her go. She’ll find her way back to me one day.” 

Seonghwa presses his lips together slightly teary eyed and nods  “Yes Captain.” Seonghwa steps aside silently watching me for a moment. Once I approach the door I notice Seonghwa’s hand hesitantly reach for me only for him to pull away. Seeing this, I turn to him and pull him into a quick hug “Thank you for everything.” Seonghwa holds me tight resting his chin on top of my head “Please, make sure you get plenty of sleep or you’ll get sick.” I quietly nod in his arms, when he pulls away, he gives me a forced smile.

 “It’s cold at night, wear your jacket you know you get cold-” Hongjoong interjects an emotional Seonghwa. “Seonghwa..” He looks over at Hongjoong and nods slightly teary eyed. He reaches over to me and pats my head goodbye “Goodbye y/n.”

 I painstakingly force a smile and gently pat his arm in return and step out, quietly closing the door behind me so as not to announce my departure. Once I’m a good distance away from the port where our ship is stationed I can see The Piece Of Eight’s proud flag gently swaying in the cool October sky. Then, it was a symbol of freedom and justice, now it’s a bittersweet symbol of everything I loved and protected.

 A Heavy knot grows in my throat again and my eyes flood with tears. Was this the right decision? I feel horrible for bailing out on Hongjoong and the rest of the crew like this but that pain was getting unbearable. 

I couldn’t stand being something I’m not, I don’t like having underlings to fight battles I can easily take on myself, nor will I brainwash innocent people to fight the rich. In a normal circumstance, leaving my belonging band of pirates would have ultimately condemned me to become blacklisted and more than likely executed. So I’m still surprised Hongjoong didn’t execute me right then and there. 

I guess he still has hope of me returning some day, what a silly man. One thing about Hongjoong is that the man can dream. Unfortunately to see something that you know and love be reduced to nothing but what you were fighting against right from the beginning really makes you question everything. 

It doesn’t take away that I’m happy for him and the crew but how is it possible it all changed like this? I get change is good sometimes but this time around it changed them as a whole. It feels like a whole new set of people with hints of who they once were. 

Is this what comes with getting older and wiser? You learn to see things for what they really are despite how they make you feel? Even then, I hope I can find somewhere to call “home” again someday.

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