#rt reader

[lovegasmic]

Making satoru squirt and him making fem reader squirt. I'm dying for some switch content

⭒ mdni. mutual overstimulation, whiney Satoru my beloved. ( i had to pause writing at least 5 times to scream in my pillow ) please read the first two tags lmao

“b-baby, p-plea-se, I can’t, not anymore, a-ah!” Satoru sobs quite loudly to be honest, his eyes are glossy and filled with tears, the rim of them slightly reddened and matching the color of his bitten lips from endless hours of overstimulation. you’ve probably sucked the strength out of him through his dick, since his hands weakly push against your forehead in a failed attempt to keep you away from his throbbing length, “j-just pull it out, ah-a!”

“how many so far?” you giggle, pulling his cock out between your lips with a loud pop and getting in return a grateful sigh out of your boyfriend, one that doesn’t last long as your palm comes to rub circular motions on his tip, smearing the remaining cum all over the swollen flesh.

“d-dunno... ngh! haa, it’s too much!” he chokes on his own sobs, arching against the couch backrest so his heaving chest glistens with sweat under the living room lightbulb, his thighs squeeze your sides tightly, kicking and fighting the intense mixture of pain and pleasure running through his flustered pale body from the tip of his cock. you’ve never seen your boyfriend so worked up and overstimulated, all whiney —more than usual if you had to admit— but he looked absolutely cute begging for mercy.

“just one more, c’mon, and i’ll let you go” you smirk pressing your lips to the underside of his messy cock, feeling the veins throb under your tongue and palm warm up from where it continues to rub on his tip.

“n-no! stop please, feels weird!” Satoru begs, his body curving so he hovers over your body, so close to your face you’re able to watch his eyes open wide in shock, panting loudly and holding onto your hair for support barely seconds away from half screaming and shooting a translucent and diluted cum-like liquid in hard jets that landed on your face and the floor.

“wha—” you mutter back, staring in surprise at how your boyfriend’s body flops back against the couch, breathing heavily as if he just ran a marathon, “Satoru... did you just squirt? ” it comes out as a giggle, still dumbfounded from what just happened.

he doesn’t reply, and you’re a bit worried that he might have fainted, deciding to sit on his lap and observe his unfocused eyes staring up at the ceiling.

“Toru?” you softly slap his cheek, biting back a grin “are you dead?”

your boyfriend is a box of surprises, that’s for sure, but something that never failed to amaze you, even though you’re well aware of, is his incredible strength and stamina, yes, he might look all brain fried right now, but you should have expected for him to flip you over in the blink of an eye, pushing you underneath his body and spread on the couch with one leg over the backrest and the other bent so far it almost touched your ear.

“i told you to stop” Satoru growls, hands hooking under your thighs, positively bending you in half with his fattening cock dangerously close to your dripping cunt.

you laugh breathlessly, pushing the damp hair out of his eyes and slicking it back to watch how his bright blue eyes are now slightly darkened and almost disappearing around his blown out pupils, “please..., that was so fucking hot”

“we’ll see if you say the same after I make you squirt and beg” his voice is erratic, deeper and a bit dangerous, barely giving you time to process his words before he’s plunging deep into your pussy with a broken moan, he might act all dominant now, but the way his thighs shook and cock twitch told another story.

“don’t exaggerate! it wasn’t t-that ba-ah!” you get to mutter, cut by Satoru’s hard and precise thrusts inside your sopping wet cunt, moving in frenzy while choked out sobs came out of his mouth, drunk in the feeling of your tight hole squeezing him.

“so good, oh my fucking god!” your boyfriend moans, caging your body underneath his by pressing almost his whole weight on top of you, allowing only his hips to fuck into you with a loud wet sound from where his balls slam against your slick coated ass, barely rising before he’s back deep inside your walls, continuously slamming directly against your g-spot.

“S-satoru, i’m sorry alright, b-but please! slow down!” you cry out, begs falling on deaf ears as the man thrusts never falter, continuously driving you insane, and himself into the border of crying from fucking his overstimulated sensitive cock inside your pretty pussy.

“ah, ah! i’m gonna cum again” he sobs, ignoring your screams and nails digging on his back, and instead wrapping his arms around your thighs, bending you in half as he mounted you with whines and whimpers coming out of his lips, “uh, feels amazing, i’m going insane” is the last thing Satoru says before digging his teeth in your neck and cumming drily inside your pussy, the position causing his cock to bump and twitch directly against your g-spot and forcing your own orgasm out.

a loud beep rang in your ears at the same time your eyes clouded, unaware of the force of your own squirt gushing out and dropping from Satoru’s toned chest and flushed cock, you couldn’t hear a sound, but were certain you screamed quite loudly, only a couple of minutes after, once he knew you were a bit more lucid Satoru dared exhale a soft “payback” directly against your ear.

[bernardsbendystraws]

request for a doll and chratt blurb of literally just like playfighting and lots of giggles and some tickling. and one of them yells STOP at one point but that just makes them all laugh harder 🍀

Your stomach hurts, every ounce of your energy being poured into adrenaline as you attempt to participate in the play-fighting between you, Matt, and Chris. “Oh—oh, my—fuck!” you squeak, curling into a ball as you lay on the floor, clutching your tummy as boneless laughs echo through the house. 

They’re both kneeling by your sides, their fingers prodding and wiggling against the overly sensitive spots on your body that force a smile to your face. You hate it. Tickeling is a different kind of torture, one that they know they’ll regret doing later.

“St–stop, stop!” you yell, their laughs coming to a halt as you all try to catch your breaths. Matt and Chris finally lay off trying to tickle you. All three of you exchange glances, your lips fluttering as another fit of giggles erupt from your mouth. 

God, it hurts. The pit of your gut is burning from the tickling and the laughing. You catch Matt staring at you with a humors glint in his eyes, his cold hand over your stomach feeling like a whisper of relief as you all pant heavily. 

“I, uh,” Matt scratches the back of his neck, attempting to hold back a snort as he looks down at you, “-I love you, you’re beautiful, but the way you’re lying…you look like a shrimp.”

[strwbabydoll]

a bittersweet mafiarry multipart.

Namin’ The Stars After You - 3.2k. angst.

Harry’s known for being ruthless in the way he does his job, a day job out with his girlfriend takes a horrible turn.

Bigger Than The Whole Sky - 1.1k. angst.

summary: harry’s angry at the world, himself included and he makes it everyone’s problem but there might be a light coming in the middle of his storm

Golden Like Daylight - 1.2k. fluff, light angst.

Y/N’s alive but she’s not who she used to be, Harry has to deal with the aftermath.

[trashogram]

Y/N, at Stolas: I'm going to fuck your father and give him a son he's actually proud of

Paimon, appearing out of nowhere: What was that about us fornicating?

Ah yes, the xocheergurlox response. Peak weaponry against goofy ass motherfuckers like Stolas 🤌🤌🤌

[the-oracle-of-the-lost]

banging my head against the wall while i say: "relatability is not the be all end all of writing a character. saying that you don't find a character relatable/you wouldn't have made the same choices does not mean something is poorly written. you actually should go out of your way to engage with media about people who are fundamentally different from you because it helps you learn about others."

[poetryvampire]

Just curious but how do you think Zevlor would feel about his gn s/o asking him to spank them over his knee! Please tell me thoughts if you don't mind!

OOOH ANON!

that's so tasty. I think I touched a little on Zevlor spanking once before but I would looove to do it some more cause daddy Zevlor turns my brain to soup 🫠 🥵🔥

✨️Nsft✨️

● You definitely did the right thing deciding to just ask him. There's no way he would get there on his own. It's not that he hasn't done it before or isn't into it- the man was a hellrider, he's done a lot of things perhaps a story for another day- he's just so smitten with you he hates the idea of introducing something that may make you uncomfortable.

●The words are barely out of your mouth when Zevlor feels the rush straight to his cock. Deep down he's thrilled, the very idea of seeing you squirming over his lap has his heart pounding. However he's going to make sure you two take it slow, expect a whole conversation about wants and limits. He'll take everything you say very seriously, but you can tell by how much his tail moves he's super excited.

●When the time comes Zevlor's more nervous than anything. As always he sets too high expectations for himself. He wants to be good for you and not hurt you by accident or overwhelm you. Give him some sweet kisses and reassuring words of how badly you want this and he'll warm up quick.

● Zevlor sits on the edge of the bed, eyes full of adoration as you strip for him. He won't make a move until you're standing fully naked between his legs, blushing as he praises your body. Suddenly he moves you over his knee and wraps his tail tightly around your waist holding you in place. His hands are massaging you all over, grabbing handfuls of your flesh, savoring the feel.

● You're practically purring when you feel the first swat. He gives you a few light ones, clearly holding back. Before long you're whining for more, arching your back but to no avail. Zevlor wants to build you up slow, wants to make you shiver as he rakes his nails over your ass and thighs (possibly his favourite parts of you- not that he could ever choose).

● You can feel the heat in your skin as the strikes become harder, leaving behind a delightful sting. Zevlor keeps you guessing as he moves between slaps, pinches and soothing caresses. He's drinking in your every involuntary jerk of your hips, the bounce of your firm ass under his hand. The intoxicating sight being the only thing keeping him from mounting you immediately. The paladin may even lightly tease you; ask if you can really handle what you asked for. Of course you bag him not to stop.

●And oooh the pet names. Zevlor's praising you like mad letting you know just how good you're being for him. He calls so many sweet names. My pet, my beauty, sweetling, little dove, angel, beloved. His words matched with the low, lusty rumble of his voice made your head swim.

● You're addicted to the feeling. Even as his hand comes down faster, harder, ripping a series of gasps and moans from your lips, you're so desperate to be good. Just as you feel it may be too much Zevlor's hand is between your legs, softly tracing your arousal. The intense shift of touch makes your whole body shake, if he wasn't holding you so tight you would have fallen for sure.

"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" Zevlor breathes gently manipulating your sex, a smile in his voice.

"So are you." you grind your hips against his erection, drawing a deep groan from him.

"Do you want to keep being good for me, sweetling?" Zevlor says into your skin, peppering your shoulder with kisses.

"Gods yes." you wiggle your hips.

He hums in approval as he moves his hand away from you and raises it poised to strike. "Now, I want you to count for me."

[mydream-synopsis]

gotta do a little cleaning here.......but just a heads up i don't think i'll really be posting art or anything grand here anymore simply because i have zero energy for that currently though i'll be here to talk some shit and read a lot of karasu fics <3

[leadflowers]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Warhammer 40.000: Rogue Trader (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Characters: Abelard Werserian, Female Rogue Trader | Lord Captain (Warhammer 40.000: Rogue Trader Video Game), Original Female Rogue Trader Character(s) (Warhammer 40.000) Additional Tags: Lovecraftian Madness, Literary References & Allusions, Grief/Mourning, Descent into Madness, Chaos corruption, Child Loss Summary:

"Niobe von Valancius was standing by the shuttered window, her back turned to him so that she was little more than a shadowy silhouette. Only her white lace dressing gown stood out in the gloom, reminding Abelard uncomfortably of a funeral shroud.

Or a spectre, haunting rooms that belonged not to the living, but to the dead."

  Though the conflict plaguing the Koronus Expanse had come to an end and a fragile stability was restored in the region, tragedy nonetheless came to House Von Valancius.

A post-game story of grief and loss, in a world where hungry, malevolent beings are ever drawn to powerful emotions, eager to step beyond the veil into our reality.

  And travellers, now, within that valley, Through the red-litten windows see Vast forms that move fantastically To a discordant melody; While, like a ghastly rapid river, Through the pale door A hideous throng rush out forever, And laugh—but smile no more.

-E.A.Poe

[kryptid-writes]

Chapter 11 - Desperate Times

In an act of sheer desperation, Y/N prays to the one man that is always listening.

(1.3k)

Sam’s head comes clean off with a swift slice to the neck, rolling to the floor with a sickening splat. His knees buckle as his body collapses on the ground, a pool of blood quickly forming around him. His wide, lifeless eyes stare at Dean, the pained look forever painted on his face.

“YOU SON OF A BITCH!” Dean yells with a strangled cry, his body pinned against the wall by an invisible force.

“Wait your turn,” Lucifer taunts, admiring his work with a twisted smile.

“I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!” He shakes with anger.

Lucifer shakes his head and laughs like Dean had just told him the funniest joke.

“Sammy…” Dean whispers, unable to peel his eyes away from his mutilated brother. Tears stream down his cheeks, a look of horror and sadness pains his face.

“Now,” Lucifer steps over Sam with complete disregard for what he’s done. “you won't be getting off so easily.” He stops, just inches away from his face.

“I know what you’ve been doing with my lover,” he growls, his irises glowing their intimidating red color. He caresses his cheek with the knife, just teasing the skin.

“Did you think you could get away with it?” He presses the blade just above his cheekbone, leaving a deep gash.

Dean grits his teeth, refusing to show his pain to Lucifer.

“Did you really think she could ever love someone like you?” Lucifer seethes, his face twisting with anger. “She is mine!” He growls. His hand flys up to grasp Dean’s neck, squeezing with an unrelenting force.

Dean desperately gasps for air, his eyes bulging and face turns a cherry red. “FUCK… YOU!” He chokes out, spitting directly in his face.

Lucifer growls and wipes the spit from his face in disgust. Without a second thought, he plunges the blade deep into his chest, taking pleasure in the gush of blood splattering his face.

Dean lets out a strangled scream that’s cut off by him choking on his own blood. His eyes widen with horror before going slack. His head drops forward and his body hangs limply.

“Pity, the game was over so fast.” Lucifer frowns. He releases his hold on Dean and his body slumps to the ground, twisting in grotesque ways. He crouches to his knees, looming over the bloody scene. “But it was fun while it lasted.” He smiles, admiring the gruesome scene he created.

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“NO!” I shot up in my bed, screaming at the top of my lungs. Unrelenting tears stream down my face to the point my vision is completely blurred. My chest becomes tight, my breathing coming in more shallow until I’m full on hyperventilate. My wings curl around me, shaking.

After what feels like hours, I calm myself down enough to get a grip on reality and swallow down my panic. “They’re not dead. Not yet. I can feel it.” For once, my connection with Lucifer is a blessing rather than a curse. “There’s still time,” I reassure myself, calming my nerves.

Jumping out of bed, I grab the phone that Sam had given me for emergencies and dial his number with shaky hands .

“Pick up dammit. PICK UP!” I curse, pacing back and forth as the phone rings.

“It’s Sam, leave a message,” the answering machine says as if it were taunting me.

“We need to talk, NOW!” I leave a message, before disconnecting. I desperately dial Dean’s number, praying that he will pick up.

“This is Dean’s other, other cell, so you must know what to do.”

“We need to talk immediately! I’m serious, you’re in danger!” I yell into the phone, before disconnecting the call once again.

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6 hours. It’s been 6 fucking hours since I first called. No response. What’s the point of leaving me a number if you wont even pick up the phone.

I twirl the cheap burner phone in my hand, taking another sip of whiskey straight from the bottle. In times like this, I don’t see the point of drinking from a glass, I’d only have to refill it countless times.

I clumsily dial Sam's number again for what must be the hundredth time today. At this point, the sound of his voice on the answering machine practically burned into my brain. 

“It’s Sam, leave a message.” 

“FUCK!” I yell, just barely resisting the urge to smash the phone on the ground to pieces. I down the last of the bottle, still not feeling as drunk as I would like to be.

I can’t stop my brain from running a million miles per minute, replaying the thoughts that have plagued my brain for hours. I’ve considered the possibilities over and over, every single course of action I could possibly take. It all leads to the same conclusion. I know what I must do.

Calling up Dean’s phone for the last time, I pray that he answers. The phone rings and the last bit of hope that I hold onto slips away as the familiar recorded message plays.

““This is Dean’s other, other cell, so you must know what to do.”

I sigh and pause for nearly a minute, unsure of what to say, before I bite down my fear and start talking. “Dean, I’m not sure what to say, but I want to leave you one final message. You and Sam are in serious danger. I had a dream that Lucifer kills you both, and I can’t let that happen. I know what I have to do,” I pause for a second. “I’m going to give myself over to Lucifer in exchange for your lives. I’ll ensure Castiel gets home too. This is my mess and I have to be the one to clean it up.” I fall silent, choking back the tears that threaten to spill. 

“I’m sorry for dragging you into this. I’m sorry it ends like this. I’m sorry for everything. I’m just… I’m so sorry Dean. I wish we never got into that stupid fight, I wish I could've told you how much I care about you, how you make me feel things I can’t explain.”

“Tell Sam, thank you for everything,” I sniff.

“I guess this is goodbye Dean, take care.” I end the call, the line goes dead with a long beep. I smash the phone on the ground, broken pieces shooting off in every direction, releasing just a smidge of the pent up frustration that I have been holding onto.

I wipe my eyes and put on my best poker face. I take one last look around at the bunker. It had once been an unfamiliar prison that I was confined to, but now, it’s like the home I’ve always desperately craved. A deep sadness radiates through my core as I give one last goodbye to my home and the only family I've ever had. I find my way to the exit, shutting off the lights and closing the door behind me.

Stepping into the outdoors, the sun shines high above the sky and thick foliage extends around me, as far as the eye can see. The fact that I am really in the middle of nowhere truly sinks in as I take in the world around me. The soft wind blowing in my hair is a feeling I had almost forgotten in my time hidden away in the bunker. The crows in the tall mossy trees caw and the mourning doves coo softly, perhaps the last sign of innocent life I'll see for a long time. 

I close my eyes and pray to the one man that I know is always listening. “Okay Lucifer, come and take me. I’m ready.”

In a matter of seconds, the sound of wings flapping rushes through the wind and Lucifer stands tall before me. He’s covered head to toe in what I can only assume is Cas’s blood.

“Hello my love.” He gives me a cocky, but sweet smile. His eyes gaze into mine with an adoring look. “Just couldn’t resist, huh?” He chuckles. “I always knew you’d come back to me.” He places a hand on the small of my back and in the blink of an eye, the world spins and I’m taken far away from the bunker.

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[n4rval]

so tumblr might be going down and im making this pinned post

the link contains the thread on what's currently going on and instructions on how to backup your blogs in case things turn to the worst. i hope it doesnt, i like it very much in here.

the only other social media where i post my art (though not often because i dislike the twitter-adjascent structure) is Bluesky.

you can also find me on Toyhou.se, if you're interested in original stuff.

[hermitsdump]

wow the wolves in me have been tamed (reread part 1 of Sukuna's x pots reader fic) AND part 2 (which hasn't been posted yet) and edited that and we think it's fine (we are accidentally caffeinated which is like a very nauseous hell and also it is 3am and our ears are ringing BUT it had been done fuck it idk)

I do want to read part 3 before posting part 2, just in case we need to add anything in (continuity or whatever. also maybe read part 4, whatever that fuckass mess is so far idk I remember getting confused on the goddamn cryptid x kagewani lore and uhhhh idk)

[aestrologist]

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[mitchelljoni]

would you ever consider an orchestra au rhaenyra pov?

omg not at all. if alicent doesnt get to know what is going thru that little freak's head neither does anyone else (me included)

[dreamofbona]

rewrite the stars - sim jaeyun

summary: Choi Y/N has always dreamed of being an idol, and now her dream is coming true. As part of monster rookie girl group MAJ1K, she’s topping the charts, performing incredible stages, and feeling love from fans. She’s willing to do anything and everything to live her dream as an idol, and following the dating ban isn’t supposed to be an issue. She cares more about being an idol than she cares about love… until she meets Jake. From bumping into each other in company buildings to congratulating wins to eventually becoming MCs, she starts dreaming of something else. 

alternatively: can anyone resist sim jaeyun? + he likes you back. except you’re idols so drama.

pairing: jake x idol fem!reader

other characters: enhypen, kim chaewon, huh yunjin, jang wonyoung, txt, other hybe + starship artists

warnings: swearing, management is kind of evil so maybe threats of sabotage (will edit as we go along)

word count: 4.1 k

Chapter Two:

Your fancon is a success. Both nights sell out, and livestream tickets have been sold in the hundreds of thousands. Now, you and the girls are gearing up for your February comeback. You’re releasing another mini album - Love is Magic - on Valentine’s Day, and everyone at Tunez is stressed. This album has to be a hit after your successful debut. So far, pre orders have surpassed those of your debut, and it feels like everyone has their eyes on MAJ1K.

Days pass in the studio, in the practice room, and eventually you’re filming the music video for your new title track - ‘Black Magic’. It’s a song about using magic and falling in love. Typical bubblegum pop love song. You like the song, it’s fun and lively, and you think the public will like it as well. However, you hope that you’ll get to help write on the next album. You really want to perform music that you can relate to, that helps express you.

The comeback is teased and promoted, three concepts and member versions of the album have been announced and prepared. You can feel the stress radiating from your team whenever there’s a meeting: everything has to be perfect, this release has to be the release of the year. 

You’re grateful for a strong team that supports you as you want to do well, you want to leave a mark in the industry. At the same time, however, you hate that chart numbers and money are determining the direction your music is taking. You don’t want to make music for the charts; you want to make it for yourself, for your members, for your fans.

You keep your mouth shut, knowing that there’s no point in saying anything. You’d signed the contract willingly, chasing your dream of debuting, and nowhere in the contract did it say you could take part in deciding your music. You’d made your bed, and now you had to lie in it.

So days blew, and pretty soon it was comeback day. The comeback would be released on what was the evening of February 14th in Korea. All day you were restless, nervous for the public’s response. You knew they would like it - the title was a fun, light song that people would enjoy - but part of you was wondering what would happen if they didn’t. Would Tunez give up on MAJ1K? You thought of less popular groups under HYBE, under Starship, and the lack of attention and promotion the companies gave to those groups. What if MAJ1K ended up like them?

You were sitting in a lounge in the Starship building with the girls, all four of you at a circular table in comfy chairs, occasionally sipping the drinks in front of you. Wonyoung and Chaewon had iced Americanos, Yunjin had an iced Chai latte, and you had an iced caramel latte. You loved iced caramel lattes, but you were having a hard time touching your drink today. Your stomach was in knots, and you felt like you were gonna vomit. 

“Ah, look who it is,” you jumped at the sudden noise. You and the girls had been quiet, scared of saying anything in fear of somehow jinxing your album release. You were also the only ones in the lounge, so it had been incredibly quiet. Until now. “Our juniors. Big day today, huh?” 

You looked up to see one of your seniors in Starship, WJSN’s Dayoung. She was currently sporting a head of blonde hair, long and wavy, down a few inches past her shoulders. She had a big grin on her face, eyes bright and lively. If you knew anything about Dayoung, it was that she was always energetic and loud. You wondered how she did it.

“Are you scared it’ll flop?” she asked.

“Hey, Dayoung, don’t say that,” you turned, coming face to face with Exy. You freeze. Exy is only one of the most talented idols in the industry (you don’t understand how more people aren’t fans). She not only leads, raps, and dances, but she also writes and produces the majority of her group’s music. WJSN are unique in the industry in that sense - their leader is part of the writing process for many of their songs. You admire that about them. You also really admire and look up to Exy - one of the reasons you liked Starship and wanted to be under them was to get the opportunity to write and produce with her one day. 

“The company won’t like it if you stress our juniors out,” she continues. She then addresses you and the girls, saying, “Don’t worry, this comeback will do well. I heard it and it’s amazing, just what the public needs.”

You don’t say anything, not trusting your mouth to work.

“Also,” adds Dayoung, “it’s not like you can do anything about it anyways. At this point, what will happen is what’s meant to happen. If it flops, it flops, no big deal. You can always do better next time.”

“So you think it might flop?” asks Yunjin, eyes swimming with anxiety.

“No, what I meant-” Dayoung starts, before Exy interrupts her.

“It won’t flop. Trust me. Don’t trust her,” says Exy, playfully hitting Dayoung’s shoulder, “she’s a maknae. She doesn’t know what she’s talking about.”

“Age discrimination,” is all Dayoung says. She then glances at her phone, sighs, “Nice meeting you. I have to get going.”

You bow in response. 

“I should probably go as well,” says Exy. “Don’t stress too much, though. And next comeback, we should get in the studio together. I’d love to work on a song with you all.”

You all bid her farewell, and then you’re in shock. 

“Writing a song with her?” Yunjin says. “When will our next comeback be?”

Chaewon laughs, “Slow down. We haven’t even had this one yet. I’m assuming the next one won’t be until June at least. It shouldn’t be till August, really, but this company is pushing us so much it might happen as early as June.”

“I can’t wait,” Yunjin decides. “I need to work on a song with Exy sunbaenim. We can win Song of the Year together.”

You shake your head, “And here I thought you were an artist. Pitiful. Going after awards.”

Yunjin rolls her eyes, “Come on, we all know you want a SOTY. We all do.”

You shrug, “It would be nice. Won’t go out of my way for it, however. Award shows are always so political. Look at the Grammys.”

“Fair point,” says Yunjin.

“I wonder if we could win an award with this comeback,” says Chaewon. “That would be nice.”

You shrug, “I hope we don’t. I want to win an award for the music we took part in.”

Chaewon frowns, “Don’t you want the group to be successful? If we win an award with this album, maybe we’ll get a longer break. Maybe they’ll get off our backs.”

Your leader sounds exhausted. Now you understand why she wants to win.

“You have a point,” you say. 

A few hours pass, conversation here and there, mostly silence. Pretty soon, you and the girls are in a van, on your way to Mnet for your comeback show. You get dressed, get your hair and makeup done, and then it’s go-time. 

You perform the title track (‘Black Magic’), as well as two b-sides you’re promoting. Fans cheer loudly, waving their lightsticks - the official lightstick had been released shortly before your fancon, it was shaped like a wand.

The comeback show goes well, and you think your management are satisfied - you made a point to sing live whenever you could. 

It’s in the van on the way back to your dorms after your first promotion that Wonyoung looks up from her phone with a smirk. 

“Guess who went live an hour ago and started talking about us?” she asks, holding up her phone.

You squint at the phone, making out the letters. 

“Jake sunbaenim talked about us again on live?!” exclaims Yunjin. “We all know why.”

You sigh, “Unnie, he doesn’t-”

“He likes you,” says Chaewon.

“Well then he should say something,” you say.

“You know it’s not that easy,” says Wonyoung. “He seems so sweet though, and he won’t shut up about you.” She scrolls on her phone, before showing you stan Twitter. “He specifically mentioned the part of the song where you have a high note. He said that’s his favorite part.”

Admittedly, you like hearing that. You feel incompetent sometimes compared to the others - Chaewon and Wonyoung are well-known, established idols, and Yunjin is trained in opera, and therefore known for her vocals. You love them, you’re proud of them, but you feel talentless sometimes next to them, so hearing that makes you feel warm inside.

“That’s sweet,” you say.

~~

You happen to be in the HYBE building the following weekend. You’ve successfully completed your first week of promotions (2 more to go!) and are in the HYBE building for practice, a meeting, and content shooting.

“Y/N! You must be exhausted from promotions, huh?” you’re sitting in one of HYBE’s lounges with the other girls - you have an hour to yourselves as you’ve finished your tasks for the day. “Hello everyone.” Your brother walks in with a grin on his face.

“Hi,” you say. “What are you doing here?”

“Comeback preparations,” he says. “Don’t tell anyone,” he glances around, “but we’re having a comeback in May.”

“Nice,” you say, “have you started on the songs?”

Soobin nods, “We’re working on the songs right now. I’m really excited for these songs, they’re coming together really well. We also have some fun concepts, switching it up a bit from our last era. They’re also planning a tour for us, so that’s exciting as well.”

“That’s great!” you exclaim, happy for your brother. You’re glad that he’s so excited about his career, and his music. You hope that you can feel the same way about your music one day.

“The comeback was excellent,” he continues, “the title is doing well on the charts. I’m streaming faithfully everyday.”

“Aww,” says Yunjin. “Thank you. I didn’t know we had such dedicated fans at HYBE.”

Soobin laughs, “You do. We’re not the only ones, ENHYPEN are pretty enthusiastic about you all as well.” he says, glancing at you. “Anyways, I have to get going. Fighting, girls, for your promotions!” 

You all thank him, and he leaves. 

“Maybe he knows something we don’t,” says Chaewon. 

“He’s friends with them,” you say. “ENHYPEN sunbaenim, I mean. Him and Heeseung sunbaenim were pretty tight when they were all trainees.”

“So we have someone on the inside,” Yunjin says, and you all laugh. 

Soon enough, it’s time to head back to the dorms for the day, and you’re walking in the hallway when you bump into him. Of course. 

“Oh, hi,” says Jake, before bowing politely. You bow in response, and he goes, “Congratulations on your comeback. It’s really good, I listened to it.”

“Thank you,” you say.

“We listened to your latest comeback as well,” says Chaewon, “Dimension: Answer. Y/N’s obsessed with ‘Polaroid Love’.”

Jake smiles, blushing, “Thank you, that’s great.” He then turns to you, “So you’re listening to our music now?”

You nod, looking at the floor, not wanting to make eye contact. “I’m pleased that my seniors make good music.”

He chuckles, and it’s music to your ears, “That’s nice to hear. Well, I don’t want to hold you all up, you must be tired, promotions and all. Have a good evening.”

You all thank him, bidding him farewell, before leaving the building.

Later that night, you find yourself looking for Jake’s most recent live. You can’t help yourself - you want to hear it for yourself. You find it easily enough - it was the group’s most recent live, and Weverse is a relatively easy platform to use.

“Hi everyone,” Jake says, waving to the camera. He’s smiling. His golden hair is unstyled, bangs falling onto his forehead. “We’ll just wait a bit for more people to join.”

You watch, waiting, and after what feels like forever, Jake finally starts talking. He thanks his fans for their support, he updates him on himself, on ENHYPEN. He then starts responding to fans who are typing in the chat.

“Ah, I see someone mentioning MAJ1K. Yes, I did listen to their comeback, it’s really good.” He turns slightly, doing something offscreen. Next thing you know, ‘Black Magic’ is playing, and Jake is vibing. “Yes! Let’s dance everyone!”

It’s endearing - Jake is doing parts of the choreo in his seat, and fans are filling the chat with dancing emojis.

He’s so sweet, you find yourself thinking. You can’t argue with it either - he’s promoting your group, and being so kind despite no obligation to be. He’s just a nice person.

The song continues playing, and Jake pauses right after the high note, rewinding and playing it again. He laughs, “That’s such a great bit right there. It’s my favorite part of the song.”

You’re smiling at your phone now. You just got complimented by one of your seniors, and you couldn’t be happier.

“I knew you liked him,” you jump, startled when you look up to see Wonyoung.

“Jesus, you scared the shit out of me,” you say, dramatically putting a hand over your heart.

“Did I? Where is it?” she retorts, and you roll your eyes. “I just came here to tell you that we’re planning on watching a movie together in the main room. So quit looking at Jake for 5 seconds and spend quality time with your best friends.”

You frown, pretending to look confused, “But my best friends are back in Ansan?”

“Hey!” says Wonyoung, playfully hitting your shoulder.

“I was just joking. I’ll be there in a minute.”

“You better,” says your maknae, before walking out of your room.

You look at the live one last time, at the joy in Jake’s eyes, and the way his hair is shining, before sighing and putting your phone down. 

~~

You find yourself looking for Jake after that night. You wonder if there’s a chance he tagged along when you appear on Music Bank. He isn’t there - obviously - but you feel like you’re getting a piece of him in your interview with Sunghoon - the blonde mentions how much his group is enjoying MAJ1K’s comeback.

MAJ1K also gets a longer break after the comeback, and your next comeback isn’t scheduled till July.

July.

ENHYPEN has their comeback scheduled for July as well.

You can’t help but grin in the meeting, and you know it shocks your team - February to July is still only 4 months, not much of a break - but you don’t give an explanation.

You’re not supposed to like that MAJ1K and ENHYPEN are promoting at the same time. But you do.

~~

Manifesto: Day 1 takes everyone by surprise. In the best way possible.

You’re shocked at the change - their title tracks no longer have hyphens, and the song itself is so different from what they usually do. You like it though, it feels cool and powerful. 

You get to watch them perform ‘Future Perfect’ and ‘TFW’ from backstage on Music Bank, and when all the promoting idols are crammed on stage to see who’s winning an award, you find yourself looking at Jake. 

His hands are interlocked in front of him, head tilted downwards. You think that his eyes are closed - you can’t tell because of his visor. When ENHYPEN wins, he jumps up, seemingly taken aback, before throwing his head back with a smile and embracing his bandmates.

You make eye contact with him while walking off-stage, and send him a smile. He smiles back, nods to you.

ENHYPEN do their live celebration, and you hear fans cheering loudly. You’re happy for them.

“Look at her, she’s not even sad that we lost,” says Yunjin. 

You sigh, “I guess you guys were right.”

“About time you admitted it,” says Chaewon. “I’m happy you’re not lying to yourself anymore.”

“Me too,” you decide.

~~

It’s later that day that you bump into him in the hallway. There’s no one else around - most people have left for the day - and your groups are getting ready to leave. You’re heading back to the green room from getting a bottle of water.

“Oh, hi,” it’s the stupidest way you could’ve greeted him.

“Hello,” he says. “Nice performance today, I’ve loved your comeback.”

You blush at the compliment, “Thank you. Your comeback has been amazing as well. ‘Shout Out’ is an incredible song.”

He grins, “I’m glad you like it. I got to help write it.”

“I heard,” you say. You don’t mention that you’d read his interview, and that you know which specific lines of the song he wrote. “That’s really cool.”

“Ummm,” he puts his hand in his pocket before pulling out his phone. He hesitates, nervous, before handing it to you, “Could I have your number?”

“Sure,” you say, putting it in.

“I just figured,” he starts, trying to offer an explanation, “Um, I like talking to you, so maybe we can talk outside of our random encounters?”

“I’d like that,” you say. “Text me.”

Jake smiles, “I will.”

~~

So you and Jake start texting. It’s pretty casual at first, congratulating one another on wins and promotions, but it quickly turns regular and deep. It becomes conversations about your favorite songs, about why you chose to become idols, dramas you’re watching, what you want for your next comeback.

You find yourself confiding in him, and he confides in you, and it feels nice to have someone outside of your family and outside of your group that you’re so close to.

You’re especially happy to be texting him once he goes on tour. You’re able to stay in touch with him, and he tells you all about performing for international fans and trying deep dish pizza and going shopping in an American mall.

You update him on the industry in Korea, about who had what comeback, and you update him on your own promotions.

After your July comeback, MAJ1K gets a few weeks off from promotions, before promotions start for a Japanese album. Your Japanese album is released in September, with Japanese versions of a few of your songs with an original Japanese song. You promote it, interviewing and signing copies for fans.

In October, MAJ1K has another fancon. In October, ENHYPEN are on tour in the US.

In November, MAJ1K make an appearance at KCON in Japan, where ENHYPEN have a few tour stops. You meet up with Jake for dinner one evening, the night after his birthday.

“Happy belated birthday,” you say, handing him a nicely wrapped box.

“Thank you,” he says, accepting it. “What is it?”

You shrug, “Open it later.”

He nods, putting it to the side.

Dinner with Jake is nice. It’s your first face-to-face interaction in months, but it feels like no time has passed. And even though you both swear that you’re just friends, you can’t help but wonder what it would be like to go out with him romantically. How would dinner be on a date with him?

“Thanks for meeting up with me tonight,” says Jake. “I’m glad we got to have dinner.”

“Thanks for wanting me at your delayed birthday celebration,” you respond, and he chuckles.

“Of course I’d want to have birthday dinner with you,” he says, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “I had a good time tonight. So, when is MAJ1K getting back?”

“Our flight’s the day after tomorrow,” you say. “Tomorrow’s a break day, rest up and sightsee. What about you?”

“We leave tomorrow evening,” he says. “Well, see you next in the HYBE building?”

You nod, grinning. “See you at HYBE.”

He pauses for a moment, as if contemplating something. “Could I…” 

“What?”

He shakes his head, “Nevermind.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, “What is it?”

“Um…” he looks uncomfortable. That’s a first. “No, nevermind.”

“Okay, then,” you respond. “See you, then, I guess.”

He nods, “See you.”

~~

“He celebrated his birthday with you, he obviously likes you,” is the first thing Yunjin says to you when you get back to the hotel. You and Yunjin are rooming together.

“Hello to you, too,” you respond. 

Yunjin rolls her eyes, before saying, “So, how was it? Romantic, candlelit dinner?”

“Romantic? No. Candlelit? Yes,” you respond.

Yunjin shakes her head, “No. Candlelit dinners are inherently romantic. It’s a cliche in the genre of romance. You’re just in denial.”

You shrug, “If I know I like him, I’m not in denial.”

Yunjin gasps, “When were you gonna tell me?”

“I thought you already knew.”

“I did,” she says, “but I was waiting for you to admit it to yourself. Once you admit it to yourself, you can actually do something about it, ya know?”

“I can’t do anything about it,” you respond. “I’m an idol. He’s an idol. You’re an idol, so you should know.”

“You can just keep it a secret,” she says.

“We have eagle-eyed fans, and so does he. Besides, there’s also Dispatch.” 

“Not in the HYBE building,” Yunjin points out. “What happens in the company building stays in the company building.”

“I guess,” you shrug. “But I don’t even know if he likes me back. I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”

Yunjin sighs, “Have I not told you how obvious it is he likes you?”

“You have, but you’re my friend,” you argue.

“I wouldn’t lie to you,” Yunjin said. “Like you said, I’m your friend.”

You sigh. “I don’t want to think about this right now. Relationships, I mean.”

“We can talk more in the morning,” says Yunjin.

~~

You don’t talk in the morning. You also don’t respond to Jake’s text. It’s him asking if MAJ1K would be interested in hanging out with ENHYPEN as they have free time before their flight in the evening. You feel bad about it, but you leave him on read. You’ll make up an excuse later.

“So, how was your date last night?” asks Wonyoung over breakfast.

“It wasn’t a date,” you say, “but it was nice.”

“And I’m the queen of England,” mutters Chaewon.

You roll your eyes at your leader. 

“Has he texted? Since your dinner last night?” Yunjin asks.

You nod. “He was talking about us and them hanging out today. They’re flying back tonight, but besides that they’re free.”

“So when and where are we meeting up?” Chaewon asks. 

“We’re not,” you respond. “I haven’t responded yet, and I’m not planning on it.”

“Why?” Yunjin asks. “I thought you liked him.”

“I do,” you respond. “That’s why. I don’t want to be near him. It’s too much for me. We’re just friends, and I can’t deal with that.”

“You could change that if you talked to him,” Wonyoung says, but you shake your head.

“Even if he did like me back, it wouldn’t work out. It’s not a good idea. It’ll just get really messy and ruin everyone’s careers in the process.”

~~

You get a few more texts from Jake throughout the day.

jakey: are you guys busy? we still have a few hours… (1 pm)

jakey: well, we have to go now. see you back at hybe? :) (5 pm)

jakey: getting on the plane… i’ll stop annoying you… for now… (7 pm)

You feel bad for leaving him on read, but you don’t know how to respond. You don’t want to respond. 

The next day, you get another text from him wishing you a safe flight. 

You don’t respond.

~~

You don’t see Jake again till a few weeks later. It’s the New Years Eve Live performance, and it’s rather ironic that you bump into him there. It’s where you’d had your first conversation with him, and now, you saw him again there after avoiding him. The universe seems to like forcing you two to talk on New Years.

You’re walking to the green room with the girls, having just finished performing. ENHYPEN are passing by you in the hallway, getting ready to get on stage. 

“Y/N.” It’s your name. You recognize the voice. You’d recognize it anywhere.

“Hi,” you say. 

“I have to go right now,” says Jake, “but we’re talking after my performance.” He looks dejected, and you feel bad.

You nod.

“Hyung!” Jungwon calls him, and Jake turns to follow his group. The rest of the ENHYPEN members send him smirks, teasing looks. Except for Ni-Ki, the maknae, who looks at you, before looking at the ground. He looks annoyed.

You walk into the green room, nervous. It’s stupid, really - you and Jake were/are friends. You shouldn’t feel nervous. 

You also feel awful - he looked sad, and you know it’s your fault for ignoring his messages. 

ENHYPEN’s performance feels like an eternity. And then it’s over. 

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[jellicatty]

real😞

going out of your way to search up [insert character] ANGST and all you get is smut

[sai-int]

How would rts!simon act when it comes to pregnant reader’s hormones? Like she gets super clingy randomly or will just start crying over a cute dog reel on instagram?

combining this with the ask about reader getting super horny from pregnancy hormones too!

—so, simon can handle horny. no problem.

you climb into his lap, needy and squirmy, whining that you “just want to feel full, si, please—” and he’s already palming your belly like it’s the most precious thing in the world, lips against your temple, growling into your skin:

“y’can have it, sweet’art. whatever y’need. y’know i’ll fuck y’through anythin’”

the way you grind down on him, teary and frustrated because your body’s so sensitive—that makes him gentle in the filthiest way. slow, deep thrusts. endless praise. letting you cry it out on his cock if you have to, soothing you with soft “that’s it, atta girl, ride it out, i got ya.”

he’s obsessed with how your body changes. how much warmer you feel, your growing bump and the plush of your hips, how tight you still are. he has zero complaints—if anything, he’s addicted.

—he can also handle clingy; he actually loves when you need doting on or when you want more of his attention. he’s happy to oblige.

when you shuffle into the room in one of his shirts, lip wobbly, just wanting to be held—he drops everything. doesn’t care what he was doing. he’ll sit on the couch with you curled up on his chest for hours, rubbing your back, murmuring soft little nothings into your hair.

“you’re alright, girl. ’m not goin’ anywhere.”

likes that he can soothe you, that you trust him enough to let him be your anchor. and when you whine, apologizing for “being too much” or “annoying,” he just pulls you closer.

“y’nevertoo much, dafty. not for me.”

even if he wakes up to you sobbing at your phone screen at 3 am, he’s still there for you. he just hands you a tissue and kisses your forehead.

“y’ cryin’ over a pug wearin’ a sweater, sweet’art.”

*“i know, simon, it’s just so—“ hiccup “—small—”

he bites back a smile and holds you while you cry. rubs your belly. rubs your back. and then when you start laughing at yourself five minutes later, he kisses you again and calls you a “mental little thing.”

regardless he loves all of it. it overwhelms him sometimes, how much emotion you carry in comparison to him, how vulnerable you let yourself be with him. but he wouldn’t trade it for anything. not even the sobbing over tiktok edits of golden retrievers.

because it’s you. and every piece of you is his to protect, to love, to hold. even when you’re hormonal and feral and snotty-faced crying into his hoodie at in the dead of night.

especially then.