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mooodyblue · 1 year

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How would elvis take care of his girl on her period? Could be a little reader or not <3

Currently on mine and your post are helping so much 😭

you got it !!! hope you feel better <3 mine get rough!!! will literally be hunched on the floor crying 😫 ty for the request! hope this makes u feel a little better !

wc: 815

every single day you check the calendar on the wall, keeping track of your own cycle to prevent any mystery stains appearing out of nowhere in bed or on the couch. except this week, she decided to come a little early and much stronger than ever. thankfully you caught it in time, especially with elvis having his friends over today.

there was a part of you that wanted to beg elvis to keep the house empty today. you wanted elvis all to yourself but he was just so happy to have his friends over.

you felt like you were dying. like someone was taking your insides and squeezing them with all their might. but you took it like a champ, pain still clear as day on your face as you smoothed out your dress in the mirror. you checked yourself throughly in case you were leaking, hopefully you weren't. but lord–you felt awful. if you felt it, you probably looked it. you stared into the mirror a little longer than you'd planned, not even realizing elvis was standing in the doorway with his arms crossed.

“and you say i hog the mirror.” he joked.

you turned your head to look at him, sighing. “sorry.”

he walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. his warmth brought you much needed comfort, easing your pain slightly. “you alright, honey?”

the question made you burst into tears, shaking your head. you didn't even know why you were crying, it wasn't really that big of a deal.

elvis panicked, turning you around to face him as he cupped your face. “hey, what’s wrong? why the tears, baby?”

“i’m hurting so bad.” you sobbed, muffling your face in his shoulder.

elvis was taken back by the sudden sobs, unsure of what to do. opting for rubbing your back gently. “what's…what are you-” oh. he looked in the mirror, noticing the small, subtle blood stain on the back of your dress that only he could see.

he pulled away from you to shut his bedroom door. nobody was allowed upstairs to his bedroom, but it didn't hurt to be extra careful. he looked at you nervously, “you’re..uh..the back of your dress…”

“fuck–seriously?” you turned around in the mirror again, pinching your dress to see the stain.

the commotion downstairs only made you more upset, not wanting to deal with anyone else today. elvis held his hand up, “alright. here's what we’re gonna do.” he took you by the shoulders. “you’re gonna get yourself comfortable and get right back in bed, i’m gonna go deal with the guys. you tell me what you need ‘n i’ll bring it back up here.”

you wiped your tears, sniffling. “no, it's okay. i’ll just meet you downstairs.”

“honey,” he said sternly. “it's not okay. i don't like seein’ my girl like this.” he pressed his lips against your forehead. “is it bad this time around?”

you nodded sadly, “it’s awful. i feel awful.”

“well, you definitely don’t look it.” he grinned, brushing your hair back.

that brought a smile to your face, his words making you feel a little more at ease. “funny.”

“just tellin’ the truth. now, what do you need? i can run and get you whatever you want.”

“um…” you thought for a moment.

“you good on pads? what about somethin’ for the pain? water? what about-”

you placed a hand over his mouth to shut him up, “elvis, i’m okay. really. i think i’m fine.” you chuckled, removing your hand. “thank you.”

“alright, alright. i’ll–” he was interrupted with the yell of his name down the steps, causing him to roll his eyes. he made his way to the door, “you just get your pretty self right in bed and i’ll be up shortly to join ya. imma take care of you today, that's a promise.” he winked before going downstairs to deal with his friends.

doing as he said, you got yourself cleaned up and into to a fresh pair of pajamas, getting yourself cozy in bed as another wave of pain rushed through your body. elvis returned shortly, frowning at you hunched over in bed gripping at the sheets in pain. “and you said you were fine.” he sighed, pills in his hand and glass of water in the other. you took it immediately, downing the pills and water without any hesitation. “easy, girl.” he rubbed your back.

you handed him the glass, “i need you to rip out my uterus.”

he laughed, “yeah….uh..not doin' that. sorry, darlin’.”

you whined, making grabby hands for him. “want cuddles then.”

“that i can do.” he dimmed the lights in the room, turning the tv on and got under the covers with you. he wrapped his arms securely around you, rubbing at the sore areas. “feelin’ better?”

“much better.”

#elvis x reader #might write a little!reader version eventually cause i find comfort in period fics LOL

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her-devils-advocate · 11 months

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The Rebecca ask game looks v fun 👀 may i send you a few questions for your MC Valerie? 5,6,7,8,9 if u want 💖

Ah, thank you so much!! Of course, I love talking about my detective so much so ty for sending them! The ask game can be found here!

5- Do they trust Rebecca with information about their life, or would they rather keep the information limited?

Valerie is slowly opening up to Rebecca when it comes to the important details in her life, but it was hard for her when she had grown up feeling brushed aside and learnt to simply keep things to herself to prevent disappointment. Rebecca ended up learning about Val and Nate's relationship becoming official from Felix chatting away about it, not from Val herself. She is trying to be more open with her mum when it comes to serious things and she doesn't actively choose to keep the info from Rebecca, it's just that it never crosses her mind to bring it up most of the time!

6- Did Rebecca’s absence affect the person they are today? If so, do they hold that against her if it’s in a negative way?

It heavily affected Val, especially the abandonment issues that came along with Rebecca's absence and the feeling of never belonging anywhere.

Her relationship with her mother throughout her younger years is what eventually drove her into Bobby's arms and ended up creating more issues for Val, especially since he wanted fun yet she just wanted to feel like she had somewhere to belong. It's also why it took Valerie so long to truly feel like a member of Unit Bravo as a team, and why it took even longer for her to feel like a member of Unit Bravo as a family.

7- Does your detective argue with Rebecca often?

They don't tend to argue often, Valerie usually tries to avoid arguments in general, regardless of who the person is! She's always worried that an argument will spark the end of that relationship/friendship, so she will take the time to cool off before discussing the issue.

Despite that, they are times when the two women will clash and old wounds will be opened to see the light of day again, but those moments are rare and usually brought on by stress, worry or a topic that presses on a previously opened soft spot from the past!

8- What is your detective’s favourite memory with Rebecca?

One of Val's favourite (and one of the only positive) memories that she can remember in detail is when she saw Rebecca in the audience of her end-of-year college musical performance.

When Valerie had brought it up to Rebecca and mentioned that she would be playing Mina Harker in the production of Dracula, her mum seemed conflicted, something Val would later find a little too amusing once she learns the truth! Yet at the time, it made her believe that Rebecca would be too busy to show up to watch her first and only performance on a stage. So when she spotted her in the audience, she almost burst into tears then and there mid-scene!

9- What is their worst memory with Rebecca?

Her worst memory with Rebecca would be the last time she had begged Rebecca to stay home with her, just to spend some time with her.

Rebecca had told the 13 year old Valerie to stop crying and that she was too old to be acting like a child now, that Rebecca was busy with work and didn't have time for her waterworks. That happened to be the last time Valerie asked Rebecca to stay.

#♥. valerie #♥. asks

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sohcah-toa · 3 years

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hii i just got the evilest idea rn for an angst fic, and it's basically itto watching reader leave with kazuha after the vision hunt decree was lifted and its just itto slowly reliving every moment with the reader where he loved them too much causing the reader to get scared and run away because they cant handle being loved mwahahaha ( this isnt me projecting i swear)

stop everything! ive been wanting to make something itto related + something angst and here it is!! thank u for this!

cw: angst, fluff (from the past), possible spoilers (ig?) bcz of vision hunt decree, i'll try to not spoil as much as i can lmao, ill just focus on itto

ft. arataki itto, kaedehara kazuha, gorou, kids (lmao)

Goodbye | toa

"D-Don't—" Itto stuttered, preventing himself from crying because Kazuha was there, he whispered "Don't go"

"I guess... this really is goodbye" You were about to board on Beidou's ship with Kazuha, talking to Itto before going in. He just ran there, he had no idea you were leaving.

You clench your teeth, you have to be strong. This is your decision but it was fairly a hard one. You close your eyes, letting the tears go back where it came from. You open them again and smiled "Itto, come on. You were the one who—"

It was so hard seeing him like this. He's trying his best not to cry. For others he looked normal, but knowing him, you were sure that he's been crying for weeks; same as you. Kazuha grabbed your shoulders, rubbing it as if to comfort you.

"Don't" Itto whispered, averting his gaze. You and Itto went on your separate ways after the vision hunt decree was over. It was mutual but the both of you felt so devastated that it ruined you. You had a really good time with him but you can't stay with him; it was just too much.

Itto let you go because he thought that you would still stay at Inazuma, he thought he would still see you even if you're with other people. To him, just seeing you was enough, but now that you're leaving Inazuma, he feels indifferent. He regrets what he has done. He wants to hold you tight in his arms but he knows he can't; not anymore.

"Goodbye, Itto"

—

Itto bursts his eyes open "Not again" he covered his face with both hands, wiping the tears away "I keep having the same goddamn dream everyday"

He laid on his bed again. It's been a year since you left and he hasn't moved on yet. Itto misses you everyday, he still has your picture in a frame beside his bed. He doesn't plan on moving on because he knows he can't.

Itto stares outside, seeing the trees bloom "You always did love trees"

—

"Look!" You held a leaf that fell from your hand with a huge smile on your face "Leaf from Inazuma, gotta keep this"

It was your first time in Inazuma and Itto volunteered as your guide because you intrigued him. He laughed as you put the leaf in your pocket.

—

"Stop" Itto shook his head, slapped his face and stood up "Keep your shit together, the kids and the others are waiting for you" he quickly fixed himself up, brushed his hair and everything

;

"Itto!" The kids ran to Itto, hugging him "The girl still isn't here! You lied, we have been waiting for forever now"

;

Itto chuckled nervously. The kids have been looking for you because you used to go with Itto whenever he meets with the kids "I told you guys, she's not coming back — for a while!" Itto tries to comfort the kids with lies. He, too, felt like he was waiting for forever now, believing that you're coming back to him someday.

Itto went to that one place he always goes before walking over to the camp.

He sighed as he walks towards the camp, the worst place to be. Everything there reminds him of you, every small little thing.

—

"Hey, Itto, spar with me" You challenged him, you were pretty confident holding your sword, Itto just laughed loudly

He stroked his hair on the side "You think you can beat me?"

—

Itto shook his head and groaned loudly, realizing that he was thinking about you again "Come on, Itto" he whispered to himself, walking towards Gorou

"Itto!" Gorou greeted him with a smile "How are you today? What brings you here?"

Itto had just realized that he came there out of habit because he used to train with you "U-uh just here to ask you if you need any help"

"The vision hunt decree is over but our men are still training, especially with the Fatui lurking. We do need help transporting materials" Gorou thought about ways to help Itto, he knew he was having a hard time moving on since Itto has been coming there every week for no reason at all "Let's help transporting the materials then"

"T-thanks" Itto scratched the back of his head, feeling quite embarrassed. You and Itto used to train the men so they greeted Itto with glee.

"Sir! Goodmorning!"

"Nice day sir! Where's y/n?"

"Yeah, we haven't seen y/n for a while now"

Gorou has been signaling them behind Itto to keep their mouths shut. No one in there knew that you have left for such selfish reasons, only Beidou, Kazuha, Gorou, Kokomi and Itto. Eventually Gorou sighed thinking that his men were oblivious.

"Oh" Itto frowned without realized "Well, uhm" unable to conjure up any excuses so Gorou interfered

"We'll go now" Gorou said, "Focus on your training!"

—

"Itto, don't be so hard on them" You and Itto have been talking about your techniques on how to train your group "They're just humans"

Itto watched you as you lecture him, he's not mad, he's not even listening. He's just staring at you. He was aware by this time that he likes you. He thought about all the times he acted dumb whenever you're around. He wasn't like that at all, he had just realized that he wants to be around you all day, he wants to see you as much as possible.

Itto smiled thinking how lucky he was to be able to be with you every single day.

"Hey!" You slapped him on his shoulder "What are you staring at? Are you even listening to me?" you pouted

He pinched your cheeks with a huge smile on his face "Come on, let's continue training"

—

This memory made his heart ache, the first time he realized that he likes you. Itto felt like his heart was crushed again.

"You alright?" Gorou asked, clasping Itto's shoulder "Do you really want to do this?"

Itto snapped back in reality "Of course! I want to help after all!" he lied, he misses you, he'd rather go to wherever you are than help in the camp. If he could swim there, he would but he has no idea where you might be.

;

Itto walked home after helping the camp, he saw a swarm of hilichurls. He sighed "I barely have energy for this" even though he said that, he cleared up the place swiftly.

After his one final blow on a hilichurl, he felt his hand sting, it was bleeding "Seriously?" he sighed, trying to fix himself up

—

"You're being careless as usual" You nagged, fixing up Itto's wound on his hand "I told you to not just use brute force, don't act too rashly!"

"I know I know" Itto answered. He stares at you while you fix up his wound, he felt his heart beat faster every second that you touch him "I'm alright now!" he pulled his hand, preventing you from treating it, his face was red, even his ears.

"Itto! Don't be stubborn!" You yelled at him as you try to grab his hand again, but he was taller than you "It's going to get infected" Itto thought that you looked so cute trying to reach his hand so he chuckled.

Itto knows that if he gives his hand to you again, his heart will burst, he felt so giddy being beside you and now that you're skin-to-skin, he just couldn't handle it.

—

Itto grasped his chest, breathing heavily, feeling tears fall out from his eyes, the bleeding on his hand continues because of how poorly he treated it "How can I possibly — just move forward without you?"

;

Itto was still walking home since the camp was pretty far away. He was trying his best to not remember moments with you. It was impossible, literally every single thing reminds him of you. Eventually, he just accepted the fact that he can't think of anything else but you.

He smiles to himself while walking through the woods, remembering funny moments with you. He would sometimes laugh to himself a little.

His smile stopped as he passed by a huge tree beneath a huge waterfall "Oh — no no"

—

"Look how beautiful" You muttered from under your breath. Itto took you to the most beautiful place he knew in Inazuma.

"Yeah?" Itto answered, observing you as you gawk. You and Itto fought with the troops yesterday, so he thought about bringing you peace this day. He was scared for you even though you're probably stronger than him.

After fighting yesterday, Itto hugged you tightly. You were afraid that he was going to say something here in this beautiful place now. He wouldn't take you here without any reason. You feel your heart pound.

Itto planned to confess his love for you here. Little did he know that you were nervous about the same reason.

"Y/n" He called to you. You looked at him thinking that was it, he was going to say something you're clearly not ready for.

Itto opened his mouth slightly, every second feels like hours on how slow he was.

"Itto?" You called, still nervous that you feel your hands shake "Is something—?"

"I love you" Itto blurted out, feeling embarrassed "Y-you don't have to answer, just—!"

Your eyes widen "S-sorry. I-I can't —" you felt weak all of a sudden, not knoeing how to react so you froze.

Ever since that day, Itto has treated you the best he can, he was a real gentleman but also a tease at times. You still haven't given him an answer but you spend every single day with him, just having fun and laughing together.

Eventually, the vision hunt decree was lifted. You know you have things to do in other places, even Kazuha knew this so he talked with you while Itto wasn't around.

"What are your plans now?" Kazuha asked, he was aware about your relationship with Itto "I know you have other priorities"

"Kazuha, I— it's just too much" You scratch your head, you started to cry and Kazuha was there to comfort you.

What you didn't know was that Itto saw that moment, how Kazuha hugged you, how you cried because of him. That's when he decided to just cut off ties with you. That way you would stop pressuring over the matter.

Itto never expected that you would leave with Beidou and Kazuha.

—

Itto punched the tree beside him "Goddamn it!" remembering his most regrettable decision in all his life. He could have been more patient but he didn't. He acted too rashly. He screamed as he landed another punch on the tree, eventually breaking it in half.

;

Itto was finally home, he buried his face on the pillow "Another day, another — you" he sighed.

This was Itto's everyday life. He can't get out of it. He loved you so much he almost broke you. Itto always think about how you said it was too much for you.

He spends his days waiting for you to return because he still believes you would. He always go to the port after meeting with the kids, hoping that the next ship stopping had you inside. Hoping that the next person to come out was you. He always get disappointed in the end.

— END

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin arataki itto #genshin itto #arataki itto angst #itto angst #arataki itto #genshin angst #genshin impact angst

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sashi-ya · 3 years

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hiiii sashi!!! how are you? i hope your week has been amazing 💞

i really loved your scenario where ace forgot his wallet and caught his bff in the act, so i've been wondering may i have a scenario like this but in this version his bff catch him in the act, pls? w/ fem reader and nsfw

thank yooooou 💞

Hii darling, of course!! ♥ I hope you enjoy this juicy spicy -a little long- scenario! Thank u so much for requesting! 💖💖 ~

NSFW ~ Portgas D. Ace x F! Bff! Reader ~ "Long Time No See"

TW: Nsfw. Explicit. Masturbation. Getting caught. Passionate smut. Fluff. Best friends to lovers. Modern AU.

WC: 1.9K

For more Ace content visit my 👊🏻🔥 Ace's masterlist 👊🏻🔥

Reader’s POV.

A normal afternoon in your life, you receive a notification on your screen...

Ace> Hi darling, listen can I stay at your home for the week? You> What??? Are you coming to town??

Ace, your best friend since you were little kids, is returning to town after more than two years without seeing each other. He has left your hometown to study abroad, and since then you haven’t seen him.

Ace>Yeees bitch, I missed you so so much!! You> wohoo!! I missed you too, I’ll wait with my special guest room ready for you! ♥

You moved from your parent’s house six months ago and you are now living in a new apartment. You are super excited to show your best friend your new life…

You feel anxious, you have seen some photos on Ace’s Instagram, he looks different from when he left, but you don’t really know exactly how good he looks. While cooking dinner -meat of course- for Ace, you could only count the minutes before the doorbell rings… you really missed him.

The food is on the table, you brush your dress and there it is, the ring you have been waiting to hear all day long. You run to the door, open and someone hugs you in a burst. Your best friend is here, and his warm hands are wrapped around your waist.

“I MISSED YOU SO SO MUCH!” Ace shouts, kissing your cheeks repeatedly. “Heheh… I missed you too!!” you say in between perhaps some tears. He puts you down after lifting you up in the air. “Hi hi hi!” he says all excited. The boy with dark hair and some freckles is now a man, a handsome, sexy, and strong man.

“A-Ace… you have grown…” you stutter. “I did sis, what about you? Let me see you!” he says and makes you turn around so he can scan you from head to toes. “You did… especially those… you know…” he says, signing as if he had big breasts. “Shut up!!” you say, with burning cheeks. “Come on in, dinner is ready!”.

Ace devours the whole plate, and a second, then a third. He chokes several times, but he continues after chugging a big glass of water. “I guess he has only changed on the outside” you think, and giggle at the image of the freckled boy with crumbs all around his mouth.

And of course, as you know him too well, in a sudden quick motion you catch his head as a narcolepsy episode strikes. You have crawled over the table in order to prevent his countenance from hitting the plate, your breasts are way closer to his face, but he is asleep, there shouldn’t be any problem…

“UHHHH bitch such a good image to wake up to” he says suddenly. He is awake, but resting his head on your hands, having your chest as close as possible to his nose. “Ace!” you shout because he scared the hell out of you. “Stand up, come on!” you order, and he does what you have told him to. “Fiiine, I’m sorry!” He incorporates and lifts his hands.

“You haven’t changed a bit, huh?” you tell him, pointing at him with your index finger. “I did… look at these arms, babe” he says and flexes his biceps to you. “Pfff….” you roll your eyes. Both end up laughing like crazy, like the old times.

The night comes to an end when you show him his new room, apparently, he will be staying no more than a week until he finds a new apartment. You are glad he could stay at least more than a day after so much time without being together.

“Night, sleep well. Don’t assault my fridge during the night… that’s why Luffy isn’t allowed to stay here anymore” you sentenced him and left the room laughing.

Ace’s P.O.V

“Goodnight, babe!” he waves. The door closes behind you, and the freckled boy stands still lost in his own thoughts.

“What the fuck has she eaten the last two years? She looks like a goddess!” he says, scratching the back of his neck. “God… I will have to take a shower, if I don’t, I’m gonna turn into fire…” he thinks and opens his suitcase. He takes out a pair of pajamas and heads to the shower.

During the bath, he couldn’t help but think about your body figure, your face, how his little aneeki has grown… “Damn” he says while leaving the bathroom in suite with a white towel wrapped around his hips.

Ace’s mind runs a hundred miles per hour, he remembers the way your breasts were close, so close to his face, the sweet floral scent of your perfume, your (s/c) skin.

He feels his member slowly waking up, tenting the white fluffy material of the towel. “No… Ace, stop. What are you doing?” he says to himself while he is already touching his aching member over the towel. “She is like your sister, come on… I thought my adolescent crush on her was over… Fuck!”.

But Ace can’t stop, his sex hurts, begs and implores to have at least a little release. The towel is becoming wet, as precum damps it. And because when Ace is horny, his thoughts run wild, he imagines you dancing naked in front of him, he imagines you riding him…

“Fuck it!” he says, and flops into bed. He unties the towel that covers his immodest parts. His member is free, hard, in all his glory right there to be stroked. His palm traces circles over the tip of his dick, lubricated by how wet he is getting. He jerks off, up and down, fast, and then slow, and then fast once again. Ace is lost in his own imagination, he mumbles your name, and pants. At first, he tries to remain as silent as possible, but once the pressure builds on his lower belly, he just loses it.

And because he is not hearing anything around him, and is completely focused on releasing himself, he hasn’t noticed you staring at such -delightful- image from the door.

Reader 's POV.

“Ace… Ace…?” you ask, burning cheeks, burning skin. You just can’t look away. A normal person would have shut the door the very moment they saw that. But you didn’t.

You have a cup of chocolate milk with marshmallows that threatens to be spilled into the carpet as your hand trembles. That cup that you two used to enjoy when you were children. Very sugary, as Ace likes it. Yet not as sweet as his tensing muscles while he strokes his dick and moans your name.

Ace is squeezing his eyelids, so he is not aware of your dumbfounded face. You stutter, you only could -whisper- say his name. You don’t really want him to stop, what’s more, you wish you were the one that was jerking him off instead of his hand.

But morale hits you, and you shouldn’t be doing that. When have you become a voyeuristic? You clear your throat and close the door, slamming it so it sounds louder. You walk through the hall to your room, your heart beating so rapidly, you swear the organ wanted to jump out of your chest.

Closing the door of your room, leaving the cups on your dresser. You sigh and look into the mirror. You are sweating, you are horny, wet, you are feral.

“Was he saying my name? Was he thinking of me?” ...

A sudden knock on the door scares you. “(Name)? I’m sorry, please let’s talk about it…” Ace begs behind the door. “Please, let me explain… I’m so sorry”.

You struggle to say something, and after two tries, words come out of your mouth. “I… It… It is ok, Ace…” you mumble. “No, it’s not ok, please open up” he begs. You take your time and stand up. Shyly, you open the door. Ace is standing there, towel around his hips, a little -a lot- lower than it should be. It exposes the perfect V his abs form, the happy trail that conducts your sight from his navel to heaven. His torso was covered in little drops of sweat, cheeks red. Wavy black hair wet, falling at each side of his face. The freckles that form a beautiful galaxy over his nose. The child who once was your crush, is now a man, a man that you wish you could devour right now…

And you do.

You come closer to him, your body acts on its own. First one step, then two. Your right palm over the hard muscles of his abdomen. Your face close to his. Lips wander over Ace’s lips. Warm breath mixing, the tension, and the need, that feeling inside your belly…

“Ace…” “(Name)…”

Ace presses his lips against yours, he passes his fingers through your hair. Both of you embracing tight into a passionate kiss, a delayed kiss, a suppressed kiss from many many years.

As your tongues play with each other, exploring every wet part of your mouths, you walk towards your bed. Your back hits the mattress, Ace is over you. His hands take your pajama blouse, you can feel the warmth of his palms travelling all around your stomach and chest.

“Babe… I’m…should I stop?” he whispers, while kissing your neck. “Don’t… keep doing this… I want you” you moan, and that fans the flames… Ace can’t stop, he sucks your skin, leaving marks all over your neck, on your collar bones, on your breasts.

Your hips against his crotch, the towel has fallen a few minutes ago to the ground. Ace is completely naked, your satin shorts get damped, your arousal and his arousal over the cloth. You buck up yourself against his hard member. He does the same with you, your clit throbbing, his dick pulsating.

“Fuck me” you beg, right away. You need him inside. “Fuck me, fuck me please”. Ace looks at you, his muscular arms at each side of your head, his piercing fiery gaze on yours. He stands up a little and slides your shorts and panties off. Your core exposed to him, shiny from the dripping wet arousal you are feeling. Ace relishes at the perfect anatomy you hold in between your legs. “So pretty, babe”.

He grabs his dick and grazes the tip over your labia, he lubricates it with your honeys. You whine at the subtle touch, the sweet torture of wanting him inside you, the endless teasing of his gland caressing your clit.

Your best friend bites his lower lip, and without taking his eyes off yours, he aligns his shaft to your entrance. And enters little by little. Softly, gently, slowly he moves in and out, not yet deep inside you. The feeling of him slowly stretching your walls, makes you shiver. He takes his time, making you beg for him to pound deep inside you. Until you can’t take it anymore...

You buck your hips against him, making his dick go all the way in. Both of you moan, both of you whine. And Ace starts to thrust you, violently, faster, feral. In and out he goes, you cross your legs around his waist, burying your heels against the small of his back.

And after intense stimulation, the natural consequence is climax. And climax comes, elated on each other, trembling, quivering, loudly moaning the other’s name. You filled by his warm seed, melting at the pulsating feeling of him filling you up and grunting in your ear.

“Can I stay here more than a week?” he asks, snuggling with you on your bed.

“Stay here forever … ♥”

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rinnepegger · 2 years

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pumpkin spice latte with fancy spoon and extra pumpkin for niki pls

ofc! also i wrote a short fanfic for this one i hope u dont mind >< thank u for requesting as well! i hope u enjoy this one! :]

Check out my Christmas Event here!

Word count: 578 words.

TW/CW: fluff, GN!Reader, not proofread.

Prompts: "Get your lap back over here", "Stop moving for a little would you?" w/ Niki Shiina and a GN!Reader

The cerulean skies which had soon turn to nothing but darkness— no stars, no moon. On the roof of Ensemble Square was nothing but you and Niki, whom you have decided to drag along to spend time with.

The chilly evening breeze graced your presence, causing goosebumps to form along both yours and Niki's arms.

He had huddled up on your lap as you wrapped both him and yourself in a warm blanket. You played with his hair as he began to drift off to sleep. Feeling your gentle fingers comb through his smooth, silky locks sent a blush to creep up his neck. Have we already reached such level of intimacy? Was all that occupied his thoughts.

Having the boy in your lap was all but a dream, one which you were finally living. You attempted to spread your legs out, lest they craped up as much as they already were. Feeling the knots in your calved, you wanted nothing more than to roll and stretch them out. Instead, a whine escaped Niki's lips, snuggling his head deeper into your thighs. Catching you by surprise your cheeks flared up.

"You're bold huh? Jamming your face so far into my thighs."

"I'm tired~ just let me lay here for a little.. please?"

Using your arms to support your back, you leaned backwards and looked up into the sky. You tried to ignore the cramping in your legs for Niki's sake, yet you couldn't help but shift your legs around ever so slightly, not knowing that Niki could feel every single millimeter in which you were moving.

Growing slightly impatient and annoyed, yet he couldn't bring himself to raise his voice, he said, "Stop moving for a little would you? Nnnghh I just want to rest for a little..."

His voice was stern, but soon turned into a whine. Earning a slight chuckle from you, your mind soon returned to the unbearable pain.

Standing around and carrying stacks of paperwork around is hard sure, but Niki might be having it way worse with his rehearsals back-to-back. If you had it hard, you knew he was having it harder.

However that didn't stop you from moving about, preventing your legs from turning to stone.

You could hear him grumbling and complaining under his breath, but you brushed it off as nothing.

"Niki please just let me stretch my legs for a little then ill let you lie down for as long as you'd like."

You pushed him off slightly, lifting his head. Though you knew he'd be irritated, stretching your legs could only benefit your wellbeing as well as the comfort of laying on your own lap. Your thighs were sore and your calves were burning. His sleep can wait, but your unbearable discomfort cannot.

You were preparing to get back up to your feet, hands ready to push you off the ground. Suddenly, you felt a cold grip wrap around your ankles. Thinking it was a ghost, it caught you by surprise as you yelped in shock, immediately sighing in relief when you saw that it was just Niki.

Propped up on this elbows, his hands wrapped around your ankles as a pout graces his delicate lips.

"Nhgnhgnhg..! Get your lap over here I'm not done restingggg... Please!"

The shimmer in his eyes only proved how desperate he was, evident that he was on the verge of bursting into tears. Who could say no to such a plea? You.

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twiceinadream · 3 years

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“Yeogi, yeogi, yeogi.”

Requested: Yup

Request: Momo is unable to escape her dorm on Valentine's Day so instead, y/n sneaks into the dorm

a/u: Hey, everyone! I didn’t realize it was already Friday I’ve been so busy this week, so sorry if this seems a little weird I wrote this over a month ago and just finished it today. I hope you still enjoy this Valentine’s prompt. I love you guys!

Category: NSFW and Fluff

Word Count: 2.7k

Momo sat in front of JYP with a scowl prominent on her face as he shook his head, “I’m sorry Momo-ssi, but I can’t have you going out and about with Y/N-ssi on Valentine’s.” The man pinched the bridge of his nose, “It’s just too easy for you and Y/N to be recognized and I don’t want the media swarming the two of you.” Jinyoung trailed off at the end, clearing his throat before frowning, “I’m sorry Momo, I really am.”

The Japanese girl ran a hand through her hair as she tried to play off her sadness, “It’s fine, I understand.” Her voice was sullen as she exited his office and left the building. Resisting the urge to cry in the van till she returned back to their dorm, just wanting to cuddle with Boo and Dobby before she told you she would have to cancel the plans you had made. Mentally preparing herself for the disappointment she would hear on the other end of the line when she broke the news to you, sometimes she hated being an idol.

It didn’t take long to get from the company back to Twice’s dorm as Momo stared at your contact, resisting the urge to call you until she got inside as she thanked the driver and headed up. Her head hit the wall of the elevator as she rode it to their floor, her heart sinking into her stomach as she entered the shared dorm to find Sana, Nayeon, and Tzuyu sitting in the living room. Expectant looks on their faces as Nayeon raised an eyebrow at her, noticing how Momo’s shoulders were slumped forward and she looked like someone had just told her she’d have to give up jokbal.

The eldest bit her lip as she made eye contact with the third oldest, “How’d it go?” The question was stupid, Nayeon knew that, but decided to ask anyway. And with the way Momo just stared at her for a second before leaving down the hall, she got all the answers she needed, “I guess that’s a, ‘No’.”

Tzuyu deadpanned the sole Korean, “You don’t say Unnie.”

The sound of bickering followed Momo down the hall as she opened the door to her, Sana, and Nayeon’s shared room. Boo and Dobby lounging on the bed as they got up the instant the door opened, happy yips coming from both of them as they saw their owner enter the room. Their tails wagging as Momo laid on the bed, a soft smile gracing her lips as they cuddled into her sides. A frown taking over her smile as she smiled heavily, cuddling the two dogs as she felt tears sping into the corner of her eyes.

The Japanese girl burried her head in their fur as she let a soft sob from her lips, ‘Why couldn’t she just see you like every other couple on Valentine’s?’ She continued to cry till she eventually fell asleep, sad looks on Sana and Nayeon’s face as they listened on the other side of the door. They hated seeing any of their members sad, Momo especially since she wasn’t really asking for much.

That was when Tzuyu came up behind them, “I have an idea.” The maknae said, scaring the two older girls as she made them jump.

Sana held her hand to her chest as she spun around to face the Taiwanese girl, “Jeez! And what would that be?”

Tzuyu smiled, her dimple showing, “I need to make a few calls and you’ll see.”

-The Next Morning-

The sound of loud voices in the kitchen is what roused Momo when she realized she fallen asleep crying, her eyes her puffy and dry as she dragged herself out of bed. Her head felt like it was pounding when she noticed that Boo and Dobby were gone but the door to the bedroom was open. But by the sound in the kitchen she figured that one of girls had taken them out of the room.

The Japaneee girl didn’t even bother to fix herself as she headed towards the kitchen, just wanting to get a strong cup of coffee before she had to call you. She felt sick to her stomach at the thought of letting you down so early in the morning, but continued her trek down the hall when she spotted most of her members already dressed in the kitchen, “Are we going somewhere?”

At the sound of Momo’s voice the five other girls stopped what they were doing, staring at the main dancer. Before the front door suddenly opened: Sana, Nayeon, Tzuyu, and a hooded figure stumbled in, barely registering that the Japanese girl was there when the three turned the hooded figure around so that they were facing the door. A bright smile on Sana’s face as she looked at her best friend, “Momoring, you’re up! We have a surprise.”

The glee in the younger’s voice made her raise an eyebrow, “Do I need to change?” They stifled a laugh as Nayeon turned the hooded figure back around, and time seemed to slow in Momo’s eyes as the figure slowly lifted the hood to reveal, “Y/N?”

You smiled brightly at your girlfriend’s reaction, shooting her a wink, “The one and only.”

“How did you…?” Your girlfriend’s voice trailed off as she resisted the urge to cry, her body flooding with so many emotions when Boo and Dobby circled around her ankles.

You crossed the distance between the two of you as you wrapped her in a hug, “I got a call from Tzu last night saying that the company wouldn’t let you go out today. So Yoda, the snake, and a bunny snuck me in so I could be with you.”

Momo’s jaw dropped as she looked at her members who were putting on their shoes, “Wait, where are you guys going?”

Jihyo smiled as she motioned to the cabinets and fridge, “We put a little something together for the two of you, enjoy your day together and we’re all staying at Jeong’s sister’s place tonight, so use your time wisely.” The leader winked, making you and Momo blush a deep shade of red.

“Th...thank you.” The dancer said earnestly, going over to hug each of the members as they left.

“Of course Momo Unnie.” Tzuyu smiled, pushing her back towards you, “Now go have fun.” And with that: you, Momo, and the dogs were left alone.

It was had gotten late into the evening, with a day filled with rom-com marathons and snacks when you both started craving real food. Momo was leaning against you when she felt your stomach rumble, the sound making her laugh, “Aww, is my poor baby hungry?”

But before she could get another word in, her stomach began making the same noise as you stuck out your tongue, “I guess that makes two of us.”

Momo pouted as you both got off the couch, stumbling your way into the kitchen as you pulled open the fridge. Finding a few miscellaneous items, some chocolate covered strawberries (which you made a mental note of) before you saw a jar of half finished pasta sauce, you held it up to your girlfriend, “Spaghetti?”

The Japanese girl turned to look at you as she was rummaging through the cupboards, pulling out a box of pasta, “Perfect! And I think we might have meatballs in there.” You opened up one of the drawers to find the package she was talking about, only to find fuzz covered meat.

“Momoring, these are spoiled.” You cringed as you quickly threw it away, not wanting to look at it anymore, “Guess we’re back to just pasta and sauce.”

Your girlfriend shrugged, “At least we still have some food.” You nodded as you began taking out a few pots.

“True, and we haven’t burned anything yet.

-A Few Moments Later-

“Omg, Y/N! The pasta is burning!” The sound of the smoke detector going off didn’t help the fact you were now frantically running to the pot of burning water as you threw it in the sink.

“How did we burn water!?” You looked at your girlfriend in shock as a beat of silence passed between you two. You both held each other’s state for a second longer before you both burst out laughing, “I probably jinxed us earlier.”

Momo giggled as she went to hug you, knocking her fist against the wooden chopping board, “We forgot to ‘knock on wood’ Y/N-Chan.”

You nodded, “Without a doubt, but what are we gonna do now?” But before Momo could answer the sound of a knock sounded throughout the dorm, you cocked an eyebrow as you went to open the door. Not wanting the delivery person to know this was Twice’s dorm, “Can I help you?”

The man on the other side held up two plastic bags, “Food delivery for L/N Y/N.”

You raised an eyebrow in confusion, “That’s me.” He nodded as he handed you the bag.

“There you go, have a nice night.” You thanked him before closing the door, walking back to a sheepish looking Momo.

You looked between her and the bags when it suddenly clicked, “You knew the food was going to burn!”

The Japanese girl pursed her lips to prevent from laughing as she held her hands up in defense, “No, I just...um. Wanted to be prepared?”

You shook your head in disbelief as you placed the food in front of her, letting out an offended gasp, “Even my own girlfriend doesn’t trust my cooking skills.”

She deadpanned, “Y/N, you burned water.”

“Did not! The pasta caught fire!” You crossed your arms like a child as Momo began laughing, her eyes crinkling as you couldn’t help but smile too, “But, good call.”

—

You let out a content sigh as you finally bagged up the last of your guy’s dinner before you found a note left on the table, ‘Come and get your dessert -Momoring <3.

You quirked an eyebrow as you noticed the door to Momo’s room was cracked open and a small stream of light was peeking out into the hallway. A smile broke out onto your lips as you made your way to the partially opened door, hastily making your way in as the sight before you made your breath catch in your throat.

Your girlfriend was clad in an ensemble that left little to the imagination as she sat with her knees parted at against the headboard. You swallowed hard as you looked her up and down, your cheeks felt hot under her gaze, “Is this for me?”

Momo had a coy smirk on her face as she made a come hither motion with her finger, “Happy Valentine’s Y/N-ah, come and open your present.”

You wasted no time shoving off your pants as your shirt quickly followed, making a pile on the floor as you ounces onto the bed. Connecting your lips in a heated kiss as you ran a hand over your girlfriend’s exposed abs, loving the way the muscle tensed under your touch as you moved to cup her breast. A breath moan falling from her lips as you pulled away, nipping and sucking at her neck as you left marks deep enough to show.

Your hand snaked behind her back as you quickly unclasped her bra and let the garment fall to the floor, enjoying the newly exposed skin as you took a stiffened nipple between your index and thumb before pinching it slightly. A gasp catching in the Japanese woman’s throat as you took the other into your mouth, swirling the stiffened peak with your tongue before releasing back into the chilly air of the room. Repeating the process with the other as you inched down a little further till you were eye level with her crotch, “May I?”

Momo nodded her head earnestly as you took the elastic of her panties between your fingers, pulling the fabric down slightly so that her hip was exposed. You kissed along the skin that made your girlfriend’s grip on your shoulder tighten as you teased her further, a desperate whine sounding from above as you finally let up, “Needy.”

The dancer pouted as you pulled her underwear off completely, a few strands of wetness still clinging to the material as her opening pulsed with need. Her pussy was pink and puffy with arousal her clit peeking ever so slightly from its hood as you placed a kiss and lick to the junction where her leg and sex met. A surprised moan falling from her lips as you blew a steady stream of air onto her heated core, “Y/N, please.”

You rolled your eyes at your girlfriend’s impatience before leaving one last kiss to her inner thigh and diving straight in. Her body tensed as your tongue made its way into her opening, her juices hitting your lips as you ate her out. She tasted-ironically-a bit like peaches as you continued to lap up the essence that leaked out of her, you lifted two fingers to Momo’s mouth indicating for her to suck them as you worked on her lower half. Her tongue coating your digits in saliva before you pulled them away and repositioned them at her aching core. You teased her entrance with your middle finger before sinking in to the molten heat that was Hirai Momo’s sex, a releaved moan slipping from her lips when you added in another finger. Thrusting slowly as you felt for the rough patch of flesh against her frontal wall, resting it with an experimental tap to warm her before copying the come hither motion she had made before as your fingers lightly stroked her g-spot. A loud whine came out of the dancer as she fisted the bedsheets.

Satisfied with your fingers you used your free hand to lift the hood hiding your girlfriend’s swollen clit. The bud had a slight red hue from the neglect but it wouldn’t be like that for long as you left a lingering kiss against her clit, sliding your tongue along wet folds. Momo groaned happily as her hips canted against you, chasing your pliant mouth. With a throaty moan, she let go of the sheets to fondle her breasts, tweaking her nipples gently.

Momo groaned in delight, grinding against your face as you slowly fucked her with your fingers. Your chin was slick with her wetness and as she moaned, your hands drifting along her sides and belly.

You alternated between gentle suckles and broad strokes over her clit as she continued fondling her plump breasts, humming softly against her center as her walls clenched around your thrusting digits. She squealed in delight, grinding against your face, “Oh, yes...”

You couldn’t hold back your moan at the sound, you placed open-mouthed kisses along her slick folds. Before closing your lips around the fat swell of her clit, giving her a second to breath before sucking. Hard.

Momo let out a shriek as her hips jerked off your face, her orgasm gushing out of her in a sudden burst. Covering the lower half of your face with her release as her body shuddered with every wave of pleasure. A series of clipped pants was the only thing you heard before Momo finally came down from her high, carefully taking your fingers out of her as you moved to spoon her.

You smiled as your girlfriend’s bangs stuck to her sweaty forehead, a blissful smile on her face as you leaned down to kiss her, “How was it?”

“Amazing.” Her tone sounded breathless as she nuzzled into you, “What’s the damage?”

You smirked as you looked down at the dark bruises you left on her neck, using your index finger to point at them, “Let’s see, yeogi, yeogi, yeogi.” Momo scowled as you placed a kiss on her swollen lips, “Nea maeum.”

Your girlfriend looked at you for a second before pushing you off the bed, “No! You did not just use Chae’s song to describe my hickies!”

You laughed as you got up from the floor, “Well isn’t that what it’s about anyways?”

Momo rolled her eyes as she threw a pillow at you, “You’re sleeping on the couch.” You stuck your tongue out as you crawled back onto the bed.

“Admit it, you thought that was clever.” The dancer huffed as she turned away from you.

“Shut up.”

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gojology · 3 years

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Fireworks.

the request :

pairing : not technically a pairing.. but lets just say gojo x female reader warnings : angst and cursing, no editing. wordcount : 2561 a/n : this physically hurt me to write thanks anon. aha all jokes aside i’m so sorry for not making this quick enough, i finally got enough time to finish it and it’s not even that good :( thank u SO much for ur kind words omg u got me feelin like <333333333

You stare at him, and he stares back, you’re sure he’s unblinking behind those shades of his. You knew what would happen after this confrontation, after all, you were the one who had asked him to meet you here. It’s a small, calm park. The atmosphere is still, and the shrill sounds of cicadas are the only thing penetrating the deafening silence between the two of you. “Hey.” he finally speaks up, sounding a bit too impatient for your liking. You flinch a little, and your fist tightens. It was like he never learned how to introduce himself politely. You take a deep breath in and exhale, your breath comes out in clouds of smoke. You remember when Shoko had given you those cigarettes one day and Gojo slapped it out of your slack hands, Geto and Gojo laughing at your flushed face, your heart twists. Truth be told, you didn’t even know why you were thinking the world was ending- it wasn’t. Breaking up with your fellow peer was awkward to say the least, but there were only 4 of you in the jujutsu class, yourself included. It would be undeniably dreadful to see his lanky figure dotting around the back of the class with Geto, and to have to work with him for everything else. “Hey.” you reply, your words dripping with venom. “C’mon, cut to the chase.” he waved his hand a few times in the air as a dismissal of the conversation, a half eaten lollipop dangling dangerously from those limp long fingers. It makes you hate him even harder. Couldn’t he read the room? “I don’t have time for chit-chat, you know?! The strongest needs some rest. I’m human like the rest of us! Sheesh, Jujutsu is so demanding....” “We need to break up.” is all that slips from your lips, and even you’re shocked it came out that carelessly. You wanted to stop resisting, to stop holding back and let loose the long river of hatred and misery you had for this man- no, a boy, he was a boy. A strong wind blows against your warm face, and the lollipop drops onto the grass without another word. Gojo gapes at you dumbly, and in return you look down to study that glistening in the moonlight lollipop, it’s pink and ants are already crawling on their new found prey. Your shoes are slightly dirty, and you could see- “Are you serious?” he scoffed as if it was a joke. It’s not, and you hate being taken like a joke. You weren’t, and that’s all Gojo Satoru did- take everything as a joke, everything was childs play to him. You were looking for a serious relationship, and him? He was looking for sex and quick make out sessions. “Wait- you’re not joking?” he laughs again, but it trails off, you doubt it actually affected him. “Of course I’m not joking. Why would I joke about shit like this?” you spat back. You didn’t care about his feelings right now. You deserved some sort of medal for dealing with him, any sort of compensation really. it seemed to you like the relationship didn’t quite matter for whatever reason. If he wanted to be fuckbuddies he could’ve just said so- But you still can’t wrap your head around why he kept you, he didn’t throw you away, and you falter. You wanted to be his girlfriend in some ways, in others you wanted to punch him in the face with as much cursed energy as possible. Gojo takes his glasses off, slipping them into his jacket’s pocket. It seems like he doesn’t want to talk, but you press on. “I’m fucking tired, Satoru. You treat me like bullshit. I’m not your-” you take a short breather, tears beginning to dawn at the corner of your eyes. “I’m not your fucking doll. And I never, ever WILL BE. I’ve hung onto this stupid fucking relationship long enough and the amount of dedication you poured into this isn’t enough. I deserve better.” Shit. You hated rambling like that. Scratch that, you hated confrontations as a whole, this would be sure to take a toll on you later. Turning your back on him, you allow those tears to finally fall. Tears that had been shut in long enough had finally seen the light of day. You wipe the trails away with the already wet sleeve of your hoodie, a large trembling frown adorned your features. You can’t hide your sniffling even if you tried, and before you know it you can’t even prevent the floodgates from bursting. The tears seeped into the dirt, creating some sort of rhythm as they fell from your cheeks. “Hey-” he places those hands on your shoulder that made your knees go weak, it’s gentle, and he slightly caresses you. It’s strangely intimate for the situation you found yourself in, but you’re still mortified. Why did you enjoy his touch? It feels like you’re in this position for ages, his hands on your shoulder, your back facing him. Somehow, someway, you can taste salty tears and you didn’t remember drinking any, for a split second you feel disgusted, at you, at him, at the world. A small noise leaves your throat. “It’s okay.” he finally spoke, was that a hint of sorrow? Never mind that, he was actually taking this seriously. What a turn of events. He took it better then you certainly thought, especially since this would be a definite blow to his big ego. You turn to face him, maybe as an act of superiority, hell like you knew. Peculiarly, there are tears in his eyes as well. Crocodile tears, probably. He’s most likely trying to guilt trip you- hah, like you’d fall for that. You knew better. “It’s okay.” he repeated again, brushing those tears away with his roughed up thumb, you’re mortified. Why were you allowing him to touch you? A calm silence settles between the two of you, but shortly after you hear the rustling of cloth. Gojo’s taking his jacket off? About to speak, your mouth snaps shut as he placed the impossibly large jacket around your body, small compared to his. Instinctively, you allow it, but your mind is cursing you for not lashing out on him- why did he still care about you, anyways? Gojo takes a step back, and you realize you’re now wearing his jacket. His gaze directed at yours, eyelashes fluttering. Your lips are tingling, and for some unbeknownst reason you wonder how a kiss would feel right now. A part of you still wanted the relationship. “Take care.” And with that, he twirled around with a hint of flair, hands shoved deep into his jeans pockets; wind howling against your ears as he did so. He was finally leaving you, but that wasn’t what you envisioned, you wanted to leave him- not him leave you. You watched him stroll off, heading to where ever he came from. That was how your first, and last relationship ended. ‧₊˚✩彡. The thought of this abandoned relationship nestled at the back of your head, and it had been for several years. It was like it happened yesterday. His glasses still resided on your nightstand, sitting on the same spot that you had hastily dropped it on all those years ago, gathering dust quickly as you couldn’t quite look at it. Gojo’s jacket was at the very back of your closet, and you’d advert your gaze to somewhere else- anywhere else, whenever you saw the wretched pitch-black sleeves that were twice the size of your arms. You had taken a rather looked down upon jujutsu path, one that you knew only one other person had done before you. Nanami Kento was his name, from what you remembered. Sure, you still kept in touch with Shoko, but that was about it. Today was one of those days, Shoko would invite you to some sort of establishment to eat, perhaps make small talk about what had been happening in your life, and that was that. Admittedly, you missed that childish relationship with her so badly- but you could never tell her about that. Japan at night was always a treat though, that was certainly a fact. Perhaps Shoko was thinking about other things when she took you to the Japanese night market, though you didn’t blame her- after all the fireworks festival was today, if you remembered correctly. Stalls filled with games and cheap street-snacks wafted about in the air, sweet tangy sauce, noodles, your stomach grumbled as you thought about taking a bite on the horribly unhealthy junk food. “Here, Y/N. I’ve heard this takoyaki is really good.” You and Shoko had finally found an empty bench to sit at, and for some reason the muddy green color painted onto the wooden bench made your stomach lurch- it was the same shade that you saw nearby when breaking up with Gojo. Shoko gives you this lukewarm yet kind smile, enough for you to give her a small grin to her in return, and you take the still hot container out of her gentle hands. You plop the doughy deliciousness into your salivating mouth, and immediately you’re giddy. Savoring the taste of the thick brown sauce coating your pallet. You had to admit, Shoko, Geto, and... Gojo had amazing taste in food. Your tastebuds had instantaneously dulled as soon as you parted ways with the trio. “Shoko-” you mumble, your mouth still stuffed, you cover your mouth and try to lower the sound of your chewing. “This is really good! How much was it?” Shoko’s eyebrow quirks, and she leans in closer to you, “What was that?” About to repeat yourself, you drink in the scene around you first. Cheerful children roaming the streets; too past their bedtime. Angsty teenagers and the many lanterns strung highly above everyone’s heads, how bright everything was. Then you see it. Someone large, atleast, significantly larger as opposed to the general crowd bustling in the streets. You couldn’t be mistaken, he had the same wild white hair- except it’s gelled up into spikes. He’s wearing a mauve darkish-purple uniform, it seems, a cute shopping bag swinging side by side as he took long strides. One thing you had to note was a blindfold, though. Gojo’s not wearing those classic shades that was practically his signature. You peer over at Shoko, who’s now frantically waving at Gojo, humming, his chin tipped towards the clear canvas of a sky, dotted with many white stars. He seems livelier somehow, an aura of friendliness radiating instead of arrogance, and you drop your takoyaki in suit. He notices you. And then he notices Shoko. “...’Scuse me. Comin through.” he maneuvered himself through the already annoyed crowd, muttering quick polite apologies before finally freeing himself from the tight bundle of people. A large toothy grin is displayed for the world to see on his face, you feel like you’re about to vomit everything you had eaten today. Your eyes scan the bag he’s holding, it contrasted heavily from the dark color scheme of whatever he was clad in; pastel yellow with a cute light green mascot chewing happily on mochi. In bubble letters above it were the words, “It’s a good day for yummy food.” “Shoko!” he exclaims joyously, giving her a quick hug. “Hey, haven’t seen you in a while outside of work.” Then, Gojo glances at you, atleast that’s what you assume he’s doing, the blindfold was really confusing you. He politely smiled, not as big as the one that he gave Shoko, though. “Long time no see, Y/N.” You clear your throat and nod in agreement. “You too.” Polite chatter between the two of them ensued, and you steadily got more bored as the time went on, checking your phone and stealing quick stares at the two of them. You want to comment, to be included, but you doubt anyone really cared for you right now. “...How are you?” you say bluntly, blinded by boredom, and immediately you regret it. Shoko chuckles awkwardly, looking at you with those tired eyes of hers. “Was that for me or Gojo?” Fuck it, if you were gonna go out, you might as well do it now. “Gojo.” “Shit. Putting me in the spotlight like this?” he stands back up from leaning down to talk to Shoko eye-to-eye, now turning to look at you, pausing. “You’re even more straightforward then I remember, and I thought that was impossible.” “Yeah.” you finally say after too many seconds of silence. It seemed like he was hinting at something. “I guess we just grow as people, even though I thought that was basically impossible for you.” you cheekily retort back, crossing your arms over your chest with a smug smirk now proudly playing at your lips. “AND you got sassier? Never quite grew outta the brat phase.” taking a seat between the empty space between the two of you with a huff, his right leg placed above the knee of his left, his thumb plays with the hem of his blindfold, pulling it just a bit so that you could see his snow white eyelashes, alongside with a singular eye. It’s like time stops as soon as you see them, and it’s like Shoko isn’t closely surveying the two of you, obviously perplexed with this sudden increase of the intensity of conversation. You see a split second of something flickering in those eyes of his, you’re not quite sure what it could quite be.. Vulnerability? “Can’t believe my eyes.” pulling his blindfold back down. They’re still as breathtaking as you had imagined them to be. He shrugged, leaning back into the bench casually. For a while, the three of you just watch the stall directly in front of you- it’s a goldfish stall. Gojo had gotten you one when the two of you were still dating. Shit. Why weren’t you over such a silly relationship? It wasn’t like you still had feelings for him, but there was still this emotion you couldn’t shake off. It clung onto you like a leech. “It’s been so long since we’ve relaxed with each other like this.” Shoko mused aloud, turning to look at the two of you. The words are so faint, you’re barely able to hear her subtle voice. At this point, colorful fireworks started bursting into the air- every shade of color could be seen. Vibrant greens, blues, reds, a loud crackling is all the ear can hear, aside from the loud cheering of over joyous children. Both of you are unanswering. Vaguely, you remember the first time you saw the fireworks. Lo and behold, you remember wisps of Gojo’s white hair that you twisted and played with, your legs wrapped around his head. You felt on top of the world. Now, you found yourself at the bottom of it. There’s a grateful, albeit, sad smile on your face. It wasn’t like it was all sunshine and rainbows for you, no. You felt bitter. Hatred, even, that Gojo matured without you. “Yeah. I miss this.” you say through gritted teeth. If you were to be honest, you did miss them. Geto, Shoko, Gojo, running around pelting each other with scrunched up paper. Not just Gojo. But you guess he’s a big factor as well.

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yunhoiseyecandy · 3 years

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✕ 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞; 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬

✕ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞; 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

✕ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠; 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫!𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠 ◆ 𝐟.𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✕ 𝐰/𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 𝟐.𝟗𝐤

✕ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬; 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞, 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠

[𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭] @little-precious-baby , @multidreams-and-desires , @hanatiny , @latte-fairytaekwoon , @cloudyyeonnie

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no matter how many times he’s been on stage, adrenaline rushing through his veins, the high of it all never gets old.

and he can’t bear thinking of the day it all ends.

he remembers the first time he ever picked up a guitar, the way the tips of his fingers brushed against the rough cords as he strummed to the beat. it was something that came so natural to him, and he knew at that moment, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he hummed, this was meant to be.

it’s been almost seven years since that day, and his heart still swells whenever he thinks about how he felt. it was amazing, but it’d been hard to try and convince his parents to allow him to play, let alone buy him his own instrument.

hongjoong chuckles at the old memories, and he finds it hard to believe that he was once a fifteen-year-old boy who begged his parents to let him do what he loved, hot, wet tears running down his cheeks as he pleaded on his knees.

he loved his parents, and to see them disagree with something that meant so much to him crushed him. they used to push for him to study harder in school, beg his teachers for extra credit so he could have even a slim chance at passing the class, but that simply wasn’t who he was meant to be.

he used to be a more than acceptable student, but since he started playing in a small band that had been formed by a few friends of him, he couldn’t focus on anything but the music he adored.

music was his drug, and it would be difficult to put him in rehab. eventually, though, his parents had chosen their son over school work and caved in. that christmas they had gotten him his favorite guitar, and he can still feel the smoothness of the mahogany as he ran his fingers over it.

he’d grown greatly since then, but the rush he still gets is the only thing that hasn’t changed since.

this was who he was meant to be, and he knew that nothing else could compare. he was more than proud of himself for choosing this career path, and he knew it’s the only thing he could do best.

that’s why he always put his all into every performance, head moving to the beat while he sang his heart out till it was hard to breath. and tonight was no different, especially since he had one of the biggest record labels in his country out in the crowd, scouting for the next best performer

—

“we’re up in five, man.” san said loud enough so the rest of the group could hear. hongjoong blocked out everyone, his fingers brushing over the strings as he sang the lyrics to their song under his breath over and over again.

they couldn’t afford to screw up this gig, and it was already going to be a challenge since they had one of their group members, seonghwa, out with a cold. he was the main drummer, so they had to call for backup if they wanted any chance of success tonight.

hongjoong twisted the cap off his water bottle and took a sip before groaning, “fuck. if I keep messing up this note we’re gonna be screwed.” he’d always had trouble with that certain line, but it always got to him right before they were up.

san laughed, “yeah, well whose fault is that for not coming to practice on time?” mingi looked over to him before bursting out laughing, but it soon faded when he saw the look on hongjoong’s face. “sorry, but it’s true!”

sure, they’d all been friends for years now, but that didn’t change how annoying san and mingi could be sometimes. seonghwa really needed to get better, or hongjoong would end up losing his mind.

“doesn’t matter,” he tossed his bottle into the recycling bin, “it’s not like I’m just sitting around when I don’t show up.”

“dude, we’re just messing with you. we all know you’re the try hard amongst us three.” this time it was san who lost it at mingi’s words, both the boys heads thrown back onto the couch as they held their stomachs.

“fuck you.” was all hongjoong could say, knowing damn well they would just look at him and continue to giggle like children if he tries to defend himself. he sighed, looking to his wrist watch and then standing up to collect his belongings.

it was now time to perform, and he was more then excited as he walked out onto the stage, his bandmates following right behind him. hongjoong never really knew why he got stage fright, especially considering how many gigs they’ve had in the past.

he’s done this before, but something told him tonight was going to be different. and that eerie feeling didn’t pass on, not even when he went on stage and played like it was his last. his heart felt like it would burst through his chest at any moment, and he loved the way it made him feel.

he could taste the sweat that ran down his face and over his lips as his tongue ran over them, but he had to ignore the saltiness of it and focus on what lyric came next.

“you say you don’t want me but you always come crawling back,”

“I’m like your drug call me your dealer I’ll give you that,”

“I’m not your baby, don’t make it seem like we’re reserved,”

“you broke my heart and I learned my worth fuckin’ try hard.”

he looked over to mingi after he sang the last word, his hands gripping the white microphone as he smirked. mingi’s hair was damp, and hongjoong assumed he’d taken a water bottle and poured it over his head after his drums solo was over.

it was a signature move that made the crowd go wild, and the red head did it at almost all of their performances. they’d done it since the beginning, as all of their fans seemed to love it.

they watched as the people in front of them threw their hands up in they air as their bodies jumped up and down, and hongjoong smiled fondly as he watched the lightsticks they had around their necks glow.

this environment, the setting, it made him fill with joy. and maybe it was the red t-shirt you had on that was different from the rest of the crowd that made his eyes meet yours, or it just might’ve been fate, but he couldn’t seem to pull his focus away from you no matter how hard he tried.

that is, until san wrapped his arm around him and bowed towards the hundreds of people they gave their thanks to. “c’mon, it’s time to go now man.”

—

“okay let me get this straight,” your friend mia started, taking a fast swig of her martini. “hongjoong, kim fucking hongjoong, locked eyes with you?”

you knew you must’ve sounded crazy when you told her, but you saw what you saw. “yeah, I know. sounds stupid, right?” you ran a hand through your hair as you sighed, and you couldn’t believe your own words.

you’d been waiting months to go to one of their concerts, let alone be close enough to the stage to be able to breath the same air as them. and to have one of the members actually acknowledge you existed had over the moon.

you can still feel the way heat crept onto your cheeks when he bit his lip, your eyes wide when he winked your way. it felt like the whole world stopped for a moment, surreal, almost. you hated how easily he got to you, too, like he knew just a smirk or a smile would make you a mess.

and it was right. because as soon as you left the venue, your legs feeling like jello as you ran to the restroom, your lace underwear was a mess that only proved how sensitive you could be.

and that only made you wonder if the small exchange you two shared made hongjoong feel the same way.

but all your thoughts and curiosities stopped when you the hotel door slid open and revealed the man you were just thinking about, his two friends and many people with cameras trailing behind him.

“is it true you have a new solo song coming up in the next week?!” one reporter shouted towards mingi. “are you three planning to split up soon like the rumors have stated?!” san huffed as he pulled his hoodie over his face, pushing hongjoong and the taller boy forward and near some stools at the bar.

they were all relieved when security came out of the elevator and blocked the rest of the paparazzi outside the building, preventing any more unwanted people from coming in.

“I love performing, but trying to go home and sleep can be so fucking tiring.” hongjoong said, running his hand through his messy dark blue hair. san and mingi nodded, and they waved over a bar tender to order a round of beers.

“tell me about it, they just always act like they’re about to attack us or some shit,” mingi huffed, “I’m so exhausted.” it was normal for mingi to get tired and anxious after a long day, but san and hongjoong knew it would be best if he went up and slept as soon as he could.

it had been hard for the younger one ever since he’d needed a break due to anxiety, so they were careful nowadays not to push him to his limit. they cared for each other, and seeing one of their own feeling down was never a good sight. “you should go up to your room, mingi.”

san hummed, agreeing with hongjoong as he took a sip of his beer. “yeah, we’ll check up on you later.”

mingi new better than to argue with them, so he stood up and fixed his leather jacket, telling him he’d order room service and then go to sleep. “see you guys later then.”

your eyes fixed themselves on mingi as he took the elevator up, hands shaky and clammy as you realized who the two guys in front of you were. “mia, you s-see them too, right?”

her mouth was open wide when you looked over to her, and you could tell she was speechless. you tried to regain your compose and took a sip of your drink, trying everything to try and get your senses back.

she saw what you were doing and played along, realizing you wanted nothing more than to crawl up in a ball and scream into a pillow. “so.. how’s school?”

you two bursted out laughing at her words, but your knee hit the counter and both san and hongjoong looked up at you. san looked away when he saw you were okay, but hongjoong’s gaze didn’t leave yours after he recognized you as the girl from the concert.

“shit, he’s looking at you, y/n.” you focused your eyes on the glass in front of you, toying with the hem of your shirt as you let out a shaky breath. “shut up or they’ll hear us-”

“oh, you’re the girl from the concert, right?”

—

you didn’t even know how you were in this position, his lips smashed against yours in a hot and steamy kiss as you ground your bodies into each other. but you were.

so for now, the only thing on your mind was how his hand felt between your thighs, thumb brushing over your clit and making your legs want to give out soon.

your back arched against the door when you felt his lips ghost over your collarbone, and you could feel his lip piercing against your skin as it burned. “ngh, hongjoong,”

your clothes had been discarded long ago, only your white lace that was now soaked through on, and hongjoong still had his black ripped jeans on along with his white t-shirt. he moved you to sit on his bed, “lay back for me princess, I wanna make you feel good.”

you did as he told, sitting up on your elbows so you could watch him. his tongue swept up and down your left thigh as his fingers toyed with you over your panties., “please, just do something already..”

he smirked and gave a sharp squeeze to your other thigh, “patience, baby.” you felt him drag his lips up your body, taking his time to place wet kisses across your stomach and over your hip bones. “I bet you taste amazing.”

you groaned at his words, pulling him up to you by the nape of his neck and you crashed your lips together. he swiped his tongue over yours, groaning into your mouth as he did so. “then taste me.”

you didn’t have to say it again, and he trailed his way down your body while his fingers pulled your underwear down your legs, tossing them on the floor. you watched as he spread your legs wide for him, and you could’ve come right them and there just from the sight of his head in between your thighs.

“so pretty,” his arms wrapped around you, nails digging into the skin of your waist. his eyes didn’t leave yours when he licked a long stripe up your pussy, taking his time to swirl his tongue around your clit before sucking it into his mouth.

you couldn’t help it as you reached down to grip his hair, and he moaned into you when he felt his scalp burn as you tugged. “fuck, you feel so good joongie.”

all his fans called him by that nickname, so he’s not exactly sure why it felt different when you said it. it came out like a whine, and he felt his boxers get tighter and tighter with each passing second. “tell me how much you want me, y/n.”

“I want you so bad,” you whispered into his ear after he crawled his way back up your body. “I want you to fuck me until I’m screaming your name.”

he tugged his underwear down and slid them off, placing lingering kisses on your neck as he teased you with the tip of his cock. “you want me, princess? want me to have my way with you, make you come over and over again,” his breath fanned your ear, “make your cum mess up the sheets while I keep you quiet with my hand around your throat?”

you couldn’t help the borderline pornographic moan that slipped past your lips at his words, or the way your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. he placed an open mouthed kiss on your lips, shaking his head lightly before pulling away from your body. “nah ah, baby. I wanna slap that pretty ass you have while I fuck you,” without warning, he pulled you to the edge of the bed and flipped you over, pushing his hand on the small of your back. “good girl.”

your nails scratched at the fabric beneath you, pushing your ass out and groaning when he spread your legs apart. he grabbed himself and dragged his cock up and down your pussy, and he swore he’d never been harder.

you couldn’t believe this was happening right now. one of your favorite artists is about to fuck you dumb, and all because you both so happened to stay at the same hotel for one night.

“you’re so wet, y/n. fucking soaking for me.” he leaned down to bite your ear before pushing himself in you with one single thrust. he didn’t move, and you assumed he wanted to give you time to adjust. “beg for it, baby.” and only if it was that easy.

the way you screamed for him to fuck you, and all while his hand was secured tightly around your throat.

the way your brain was starting to get fuzzy, only thoughts of how good he felt inside of you present.

the way he would land a harsh slap to your ass if you tried to muffle your moans.

the way he would groan or hiss whenever you clenched tightly around his cock.

it was all too fucking much

but you completely lost all your senses when he pushed down on the small of your back while he fucked into you, and you swore you could feel him in places you didn’t even know existed. “r-right there, fuck!”

he was panting, and in that moment he knew this wouldn’t be a one time thing. it felt different, almost too good to give up. he knew you were his new drug, and rehab would be a bitch if he wanted to quit.

his hand squeezed one last time, halting the breath you were ready to take. you felt your nails tear the bed sheets below you as you came, and you could feel his cum fill you up as it spilled out and onto the cloth under you.

after he pulled out, he kissed up your back and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. “I’ll go get the bath ready.”

and that’s when you knew, he was way more than just some boy in a band.

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#hongjoong smut #hongjoong fluff #hongjoong angst #ateez smut #ateez fluff #ateez angst #kpop smut #kpop fluff #kpop angst #kpop boy group #kpop fanfic #ateez #kpop #kim hongjoong #Ateez hongjoong #listen-#don't @ me for the made up lyrics vewrgnbpri #I TRIED #big oof

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zackcrazyvalentine · 3 years

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U could do headcanons of idia, azul and Kalim with a fem!s/o who doesn't like her own body because she thinks that she too thicc? Can sfw, nsfw or both. U choose

Ah, anon, you’ve asked for something that I relate to a lot Once imagined Azul reassuring me through these doubts, it was so comforting, hopefully I’ve managed to write this well!

I know it’s hard to believe when these doubts plague our minds, but you’re beautiful ❤️ We’re all beautiful 💗 And lemme tell you, these boys (the whole cast) will love you so deeply, regardless of your looks and struggles. They will do their best to try and help you when brain isn’t being the friendliest ( ◜‿◝ )

Just a small head’s up: tw // self harm In Kalim’s part. Nothing super intense, but still want to put a warning just in case

There's also some suggestive mentions, but they're small

Let’s begin!

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☀️ Kalim Al-Asim 🦂

It takes him some time to notice, but more so because he’s carefully taking note of her behavior after it plants a seed of suspicion and worry in his mind

He wants to make sure his suspicion is right and isn’t assuming wrongly

There are two things that ring the alarm: her attitude towards food, and her (un)willingness to join him in dancing

These are the things he notices quickly due to his proclivity of throwing parties and banquets for anything

At first, he brushes off her relative shyness at the table and how she politely declined his offer to try new dishes cooked that day

I mean, it does shock him a bit, but it’s fine

Around the third time he sees this happen is when he feels unease at the negative answer, the feeling grows bigger as he watches the expressions she makes at the food and how much she’s eating

But he decides not to bring it up, maybe it was all a product of his imagination! Yeah, probably misinterpreted things!

Still, he keeps a close eye on her. He cares a lot for his beloved, wants to make sure everything is fine

Same with dancing. Kalim is a little taken aback by her declining his offer, but it’s fine at first

He tries to approach her again, a little more calm and not as enthusiastic so the spotlight isn’t on her (he sees her discomfort having others’ eyes on her), and of course respects her answer

But seeing her frown lightly while everyone enjoys a nice dance tugs at his heart

“What can I do? How do I ask her? Ah… I just want to help, she looks way more beautiful with her smile!”

He may try to hint at the topic, but does so in such a strange way it gets nowhere

It’s until he sees her pinch at her body or examine her reflection a little too strictly that he confronts her

If Kalim notices her doing any sort of harm, doesn’t matter the severity, he will shed tears and shower her with all his sincere thoughts to try and make her recover her senses

He doesn’t mind that she’s on the thicker side, he loves her just the way she is!

The dorm leader will tell her just how amazing he thinks she is

If she wants to make changes to her routine, exercise more, follow a properly made dietary regimen, he will be with her every step of the way! And more than willing to join her in the routine!

Perfect mood booster when you have to keep trying and restarting tbh

But all that only IF she wants to, if not, that’s totally fine! It’s her decision and he respects it

“[Name], what’s wrong, why are you doing that?” Kalim asked. Turns out the 2nd year came across the girl in the same lonely hall.

The [hair color] flinched at the sudden intrusion breaking her away from her thoughts. “K-Kalim! I, uh, I-!” Her hands tremble, “Did you see…?” A furious, embarrassed blush covers her cheeks.

The dorm leader approaches her slowly, going to hold one of her hands. “[Name], my sunshine… Are you alright? Why have you been holding back on things you love? The food, dancing with me…” Concern filled those round ruby eyes, “Are you struggling with something? Can I help?”

The [ x ] year looked to the ground, she felt ashamed of being caught like this.

“Hey, come on,” The boy spoke gently while entwining his fingers with hers, “It’s okay, you can look at me. I won’t judge.”

“[Name], why were you pinching your body like that?”

There it was, the dreaded question. The girl shifted around and groaned silently from how uncomfortable it felt to have her action pointed out like that.

“Kalim, it’s-”

“No, it’s not fine.” He interrupted her, a stern tone mixed with worry in his voice. “Love, my flower…”

“You’re beautiful!”

His eyes shone with love, worry and were beginning to fill with tears. “Are you having doubts about your looks?! [Name], but you’re the most beautiful out there! You-You stole my heart in under 5 seconds of interacting!!” The emotional boy hugged her, burying his face on the crook of her neck. “Don’t hurt yourself because of that! There’s better ways to deal with this!”

“Kalim, please-”

“No, Love, listen!” He hugged her tighter for a second before separating, hands on her shoulders, “Do you know how many of my family’s customers, friends and business partners are chubby?! Many! And they’re the sweetest people! So cheerful and gentle, and kind! And you’re like them! Beautiful, breathtaking, always lending a hand to those who need, and you welcomed me for me! Not for my fortune, not to take advantage… You love me, and I love you! All of you! You’re-”

“I’m so fortunate to have you in my life, [Name]... You have no idea!” The Asim heir shed a couple tears before placing a tender kiss on his one and only’s lips.

[Color] eyes let droplets fall, allowing the girl to finally shrug away the net of negative thoughts that trapped her mind. She embraced her lover, “Thank you, Kalim… You’re golden” Her voice was muffled by his chest.

“So are you, [Name], the shiniest of all gold.” The boy returned his partner’s hug, placing a kiss on the top of her head.

A mischievous giggle left the white haired male. “Later today, I gotta kiss those pinches better!” Leaning down to her ear, he whispered, “I’ll be waiting for you in Scarabia~” And proceeded to wink once he stood up straight again.

The blush returned to color the girl’s cheeks. “K-Kalim! ...I’ll hold you to that…”

One last bright smile came to the dorm head’s face before dropping off his beloved to her class.

💀 Idia Shroud 💙

Probably the one to take the longest to notice

Mainly because he spends most time in his room, with not many face to face interactions. He does have the most irl conversations with his lover, however

Don’t take it the wrong way, but he welcomes the feeling of not having someone in his room constantly, he missed the feeling of solitude a bit…. But he only tolerates it for two days before feeling like something’s missing, something that made his happiness complete

He may even develop doubts of his own when she keeps refusing to get together

Being with a reclusive boy who sees skinny fem characters with very prominent curves in the media he consumes can be… tough

She knew Idia most definitely had a handful of fictional crushes on these gorgeous characters, couldn’t help but poke and pinch at her jiggly skin wishing it could disappear

At first, he doesn’t mind much that she opts out of his random invitations to hang out in his room after class

But then she begins dodging his floating tablet multiple times

He takes notice of the way she tries to hide herself, he’s familiar with that body language

Baggy clothes, carrying books to cover her front, picking and pulling at her blouse and skirt/shorts/pants

“Is she… hiding from me? Does she… no longer love me?”

His self doubt becomes worse when even Ortho complains about [Name] being avoidant to him

“Where did it go wrong? I-I need to see her!”

This man is shaking where he stands before the door to her room, shaking from being so out in the open to other talkative people and from the anxiety of what may happen once he knocks on the door

However, her being his lover, he’s more than willing to push aside the nerves and bashfulness to have a talk

After she speaks up what’s going on, he’s quick to quell the uncertainty building in her heart and mind

He does expect to be heard and reassured, too! After all, that period of doubts was hard on both of them

Idia can offer cute little messages littered with sparkles and adorable kaomoji to encourage her with any changes she decides to make. Both of them also naturally express their love through text more frequently (stickers come in very handy with this)

Shroud knows the feeling of insecurities, that’s the least thing he wants you to experience in your relationship. He’s a genius when inventing and building things, he will do his best to build a nice, comfortable and healthy environment, a space where feelings can flow freely through your whole relationship

“[N-Name], please open..! It’s me, I-Idia… your... “ He gulped, feeling his stomach churn with tons of doubts (and a little embarrassment due to what he would do next). “Your… hero…” The blush was very visible.

The door opened a crack, a single glossy [color] eye looked at him. “Sorry, Idia, I’m not feeling superb… Can we do this some other day?”

No cheer, no affection tainted her eyes or voice, only misery.

“No!” Shroud cleared his throat, “I mean..! No, I would very much rather we talk now… I have things to speak about. May I come in?”

The [hair color] sighed, “Idia…”

A sudden burst of confidence and bravery lit up his heart. “No, nothing of that ‘Idia...’ stuff, [Name].” Taking a deep breath, he continued: “I can see something’s wrong with you. Preventing any accidental stumbles with my tablet, and even avoiding Ortho.” He fumbled with his fingers, eyes looking elsewhere to avoid their (single eyed) stare. “And… with all this… I’ve developed some doubts of my own… W-What I mean, [Name], is…”

Amber eyes finally locked gaze with the single [color] orb. “I want to help you… I can see you’re trying to hide, hide yourself, I know that slouching and hugging yourself language.” Pale hands reached for the doorknob. “Can we please talk?”

The door closed, making Idia feel a pang in his heart that mimicked the shutting door’s intensity. While the flaming boy processed what happened, clinking metal could be heard from behind the door.

“Come in.” A low voice instructed, door held open. Startled, Idia curiously looked around before slowly stepping in.

“I apologize for making you this worried, for avoiding you so hard… Didn’t consider how you would feel from this treatment.” [Name] stated, hands playing with the hem of her long shirt after closing the door.

It was the dorm leader who signaled her to sit down next to him on the bed. “No, I get that you wanted to isolate yourself to think, I’m guilty of doing that too.”

“Speak when you feel ready.” The Ignihyde student reassured.

Silence carried on for quite a long time. All the while, Idia sneaked glances at his heartthrob, admiring the way her hair looked even when on a bedhead, a hand wandered to brush against her knee and rest on what peeked of her thigh from under the shirt.

“Why… Why would you touch someone like me?” Even the girl was startled by her shaky question, turning to look at her companion with wide eyes and ears red from shame. “I- What I mean- Please just-!”

The boy silenced her with a finger to her lips. “What do you mean? I-I long to touch you, [Name]... You’re so warm and soft… I love hugging you, and having you sit on my lap as we-”

“Play games together.” The couple spoke in unison.

“Even if I suck at them.” The girl added. “You don’t suck, you’re a nice teammate.” The 3rd year refuted. “Besides, I like coming to your rescue.”

The [ x ] year sat upright, looking at him now. “Idia, love, do you mean it? Do you truly love me even if I’m not… super thin?”

Finally he understood what was happening. “So it was self doubt about her body…” “Of course I mean it, [Name]. When I’m with you, I’m at the most comfortable and can express my emotions and needs with no fear, with reassurance that you also want to cuddle and hold me, that you love me.” His own doubt formulated a question, “...You do love me, right?”

A [skin tone] hand reached to caress his cheek, “Of course I love you, Idia. You’re my hero, aren’t you?” She giggled a little at the term of endearment. “I just… Ugh, it’s gonna sound SO dumb, but… I got a little… jealous of your anime girls…” Her forehead bumped into his shoulder to prevent him from seeing her blush.

The older Shroud snorted lightly, “My my, why was that?”

“Well, don’t you see them?! They’re always skinny with damn big boobs and round butts, and they always look so cute and sexy in anything! I-... I sometimes struggle a lot finding nice clothes that fit me well, and those may not always look super cute…”

“Okay, yeah, the characters look like that, and yes, I have a handful of favorites… But they are fictional,” His arms wrapped around the girl still hiding on his shoulder, “And you are real, very real… Adorable, attractive, amazing. [Name], you’re the person I wish to touch a million different ways. Everything that makes you you… steals my breath away all the time.” The embrace tightened, with the dorm leader nuzzling into the crook of her neck.

[Name] repositioned herself to sit on his lap, kissing all over her boyfriend’s face. “I love you, Idia, I love you so much! You’re the most handsome guy, you’re so cute and intelligent! I’m so lucky to be with you!” The female student said between kisses while the 3rd year smiled tenderly.

“Say, you had doubts too. What were they about?” The curious girl asked.

Idia was snapped to reality, hand coming over to scratch the back of his neck. “Ah… Well, guess you weren’t the only one being jealous of… anime characters…”

“Wait, you were jealous of the 2D guys I like?!”

“And the idols, artists, and all that…” He admitted.

[Name] returned to kiss his face. “Oh no no! Can’t have that! Not when I love my hero with my entire heart and will choose him over any silly little drawing or artist there is!”

The flaming haired teen captured her lips in a kiss, escalating to multiple liplocks varying in intensity, until he eventually carried her to lay her down on the mattress.

A pointed tooth smile slashed before her eyes. “Now, if you allow me, I believe there was an intimacy meter I ranked out a while ago~”

🐙 Azul Ashengrotto 💜

The one who spots it and approaches it the quickest

He allows one day to analyze his observations and obtain more information before talking with her about the issue

Azul passed through the same self doubts and loathing while very young, and with how analytical he grew to be in order to exploit people’s insecurities to strike up deals, he noticed right away

His heart breaks. Why is his darling passing through this? Why didn’t he notice any beginning signs?

“Alright then, what can I do to help her through this?” Is his immediate response to the sadness he feels

He’s more than ready to lend a hand, genuinely. This is his beloved pearl, the one he loves most, he wishes for her torment to be cut short fast

Touches on the subject once he convinces her to share a drink together once Mostro Lounge is closed. It’s just them and their thoughts in the room now

Listens attentively to everything she says

Offers tender words of comfort and firmly states his view of her, his honest feelings

“I know how you feel, I perfectly know how it feels to be disgusted with the way you look… but that can change”

May shed a tear or two as both talk about the topic. Having felt these doubts, hearing the one he cares for think so lowly of herself really hurts

Ashengrotto encourages her to go forth with a new routine if she wishes so, if not, that is absolutely fine. He loves her for who she is, any decision made is fully respected

Does make it clear the path to change isn’t the easiest, but he will be there for her always

Of course he will help her with anything, from preparing meals to selecting “beginner” exercises for a morning workout session

But most importantly, he showers her in all the praise, security and affection for her to learn to love herself truthfully

His office, his shoulder, and his arms are always open for any feelings she wishes to spill and get out

The silence was uncomfortable. [Name] knew Azul wanted to have a serious talk, something in his whole body language and energy told her of it.

She just sipped her [drink] from time to time in order to divert her attention away from her boyfriend.

Clearing his throat, the merman broke the silence: “[Name], dear, I know you’re struggling with something.” The female student became alerted by those words, looking at the grey haired with wide eyes.

“I see my suspicion is right.” Azul moved to sit beside her, “My pearl, please, you know I’m here to listen, to help any way I can.” His gloved hand tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, giving him full view of her beautiful face.

Silence prevailed again as she fumbled with the metallic straw in her glass.

“[Name],” He took her hand now, “Are you feeling negatively about your body?”

It startled her, “H-How did you know, Azul…?” Her voice was barely audible.

His expression became saddened, an upset smile graced his lips. It was his turn to look away for a moment. “Well… you do know I used to be a chubby kid, don’t you? Someone people made fun of.” A kiss was placed on the knuckles of her held hand, “I know the signs, the feeling a little too well… Just observing you for a day was enough for me to draw the conclusion.”

The [hair color] gripped his hand tightly, effectively making him look at her. “A-Azul… I… know I have no right or reason to feel this way, but-”

“No, absolutely not. You have your reasons to feel like this, and I’m more than willing to help you realize they can be overcome.” Octavinelle’s dorn leader interrupted. “Don’t invalidate your emotions, love, we all go through them… If it’s something small or big we’re fretting over, we will only realize once we process them correctly.”

The [dorm] student slid over in the booth to wrap her arms around her partner, nuzzling into his chest. “I… just think… that with your talents and intelligence, your charm and attractiveness… you can do way better than me. I-I don’t understand why you’re with me when surely there are many other better looking people than me, up here on the surface and down in the waters.”

The octomer felt his heart shatter, breath coming in shakily as he listened to her words. This reminded him of how he always feared the twins faking their friendship only to mock him later on.

“I mean, don’t you see? The rolls in my body, how I’m bigger than others… You always look so elegant and gorgeous, people must think I look so sloppy next to you. They must ask themselves how you can be with someone like me…” The nerves at the pit of her stomach made her feel fuzzy as she spoke her next question.

“Are you… with me… because I’m easy to manipulate due to these insecurities?”

That broke his heart even worse than his overblot incident.

“No, of course not!” A sob tore through him, “[Name], you’re my beloved angelfish, my one and only! I love you more than anything!” Ashengrotto buried his face on the luscious locks of [hair color] he adored, tightening his embrace.

“I-... I-I know I’m known to be a-a sneaky, sleazy bastard octopus who uses others, but [Name],” His hands went to lift her head, holding onto her cheeks while her arms remained securely around him. Glistening baby blue locked with glossy [eye color], “I would never in life use you like that.”

Blinking tears away, the girl continued. “Then why are… you…?”

“Because you’re ethereal! [Name], my whole heart is in the palm of your hands!” The 2nd year pressed their foreheads together, still keeping his hands on her cheeks. “You make me feel confident in myself, in what I do, in the future… because I know your love will be here with me, because I know I can always count on you, because you make me look forward to another day.”

Thumbs brushed away little droplets. “You make me genuinely happy and excited to know what the future holds, with your brightness and light, your love and affection, your beautiful smiles and wonderful laughs, your intellect and those random facts of strange information you say at times!” He chuckled a little at that, remembering when you once told him about [obscure thing you love]. “I love feeling your warmth beside me, your body entwined with mine as we share passion, your softness hugging me whenever you embrace me, your smooth lips against mine, your lovely hands holding me when days turn blue, your tender touch when we’re alone… The love in your eyes whenever you look at me.”

Her lips formed a shaky smile, cheeks becoming warm with every compliment. “Oh, Azul… you sweet talker of my dreams~” Both giggled at the comment.

They looked into each other's eyes for a while longer before [Name] finally closed the space between them. Deep and intensely filled with love, their breaths were stolen once they parted, but their eyes returned to look at the one they loved once more.

“Do you wish to speak to a professional about this? I think my mother still has some psych therapy friends that can help.” The dorm head spoke first, still wanting to help his girlfriend as much he could.

It took some time, for she played with the idea a little, before she made up her mind and gave him an answer.

“I will always be here for you, my beautiful pearl, don’t ever doubt that.” They shared one more kiss before he led her back to his room to spend the night.

-- -- --

EVERY WORD THESE BOYS SAID: IT’S TRUE YOU ARE A WONDERFUL PERSON, AND PEOPLE ARE DELIGHTED TO HAVE YOU IN THEIR LIVES

May you live a long, happy life full of love 💖

Thank you for your request, hope I interpreted it correctly (；・∀・) Hopefully this brings comfort to those of you who struggle with these doubts 💕

#March 2021 special #request pavilion #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #kalim al asim #kalim al-asim #kalim al-asim x reader #kalim x reader #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul x reader #idia x reader #zack writes #soul cuddle #sips teras

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tsukishumai · 3 years

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Hi uhmmm could I request prompt 5 and 6 from fluff with Tendou I love him sooo much 🙊

Thank you!!

Hi! Ty for requesting, I also love Tendou v much 🥺

send me a prompt + ur fav character here :)

4. Kiss me. & 5. Home stopped being a place when you entered my life.

Word Count: 700+

A/N: I hope you don’t mind i used both in this one! I hope u like it :)

You heave the last box up the final steps of the staircase, using all of your strength to carry it past the foyer of your brand new apartment. Scrawled on the side in black marker were the words “pictures & decor”, so you make sure to drag it all the way to the living room.

Grabbing a box cutter from the coffee table, you quickly use it to cut past the tape, opening the top to reveal various sized items all wrapped up in newspaper to prevent from breaking. One by one, you begin to empty out the box, unwrapping pieces of decor and searching for the perfect spot amongst the brand new shelves.

Music softly twinkled from the stereo, blending with the cool breeze that drifted in from the open window. You caught a whiff of the fresh baked bread coming from the bakery just down the street, and you started to feel yourself getting excited.

You pick up the last piece from the box, ripping off the newspaper to reveal a picture frame. You felt the corner of your lips turn upwards, running your finger along the glass and tracing the faces that were smiling back at you.

“All done unpacking the bedroom now,” a voice bursted out from the single bedroom in the apartment, “Is that box the last of it?”

Tendou froze in his spot as you looked up from the picture frame.

“Yeah, just about done,” you replied, “Hey, where do you think we should put this?”

Tendou gave you an odd look, something between anxious and worry as he approached you. He grabbed the frame delicately from your hand, studying the moment that was so beautifully captured on film. The bittersweet expressions of his family and friends were frozen in time, some smiling, some crying, some doing both. His arms were around you, and their arms were around you both, their final farewell perfectly encapsulated in this one photograph.

“I think it would go perfectly right here,” Tendou remarked softly, placing the picture right on top of the mantle above the fireplace. You beamed at its new spot.

“Perfect.”

Tendou straightened suddenly, reaching out a hand to caress your cheek as her nervously chewed on his lip. You could sense his apprehension from where you stood, eyeing the way he was fidgeting in his spot.

“What’s wrong, Satori?”

He rested his hand on the crook of your neck, red eyes searching yours for any hesitation, but only finding patience.

“My apprenticeship doesn’t start for another few days,” he started, and you were curious as to where he was going, “Let’s explore the city, try all those restaurants we saw lined up along the street. We can get to know the town, and finally get a taste of just what the world has to offer for us.”

You smiled as he grabbed your hips and pulled you closer, automatically bringing your hands around his neck.

“I can never tell you how much it means to me that you’re here,” he whispered, bringing his forehead down against yours, “I’m going to make sure you never regret leaving home.”

You were stunned at his confession, feeling almost guilty that Tendou could ever think such a thing.

“Satori. Kiss me,” you quietly demanded, and Tendou more than happily obliged. You reveled in the way his soft lips moving against yours, letting slip out a happy hum before he pulled away.

Your hold on him tightened, keeping him in place and forcing him to look at nowhere but you as you tell him, “Home stopped being a place when you entered my life. Whether it’s in in the dorms of some private high school in Miyagi or a one bedroom apartment in Paris, I’m home if I’m with you.”

The tears spilled from Tendou’s crimson eyes, a pure look of adoration flashing across them before he pulls you into a bear hug.

“I love you,” he professed while burying his face into your hair, and you rubbed circles on his back.

“I love you more, Satori.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“Come out, I want to see!”

“Hold on, one more minute!”

You were folding your laundry in the living room, neatly organizing clothes into different piles until Tendou bursted out from the bedroom.

He was posing in his brand new chef’s uniform, extending his arms and legs to give you the full view.

“So? Do I look like a real chocolatier?”

“Oui oui, monsieur!”

#I literally wrote this while in line for my covid vaccine lmaaoo trying to make sure no one saw #Tendou #tendou satori #Tendou x reader #Tendou satori x reader #tendou x you #Tendou satori fluff #tendou fluff #tendou hcs #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! scenarios #haikyuu x reader #hq #haikyuu!! imagines #haikyuu imagines #hq hc

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sicjimin · 3 years

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🍰 Morning, Craving 🍰

A.N : a preg!jungkook story for jungkook day xx i dont actually know where is this story going ........ im sorry TT well , yeah i hope u like it ! ((sorry for the lame ending as well))

TW : emeto, mpreg

Jungkook was tired. When he first know that he's pregnant, he didn't know that it will be this hard. That it would require him running to the bathroom at ass o'clock, like right now. This is not the first time he's awake with nausea engulfing his body, but it's not making it easier every time. Sometimes he's lucky enough that it's just a fluke, but sometimes it would make him run to the bathroom and say goodbye to his dinner.

Today might be the latter. He had shifted his position, turning and tossing, searching for a position that maybe could lessen the sloshing in his stomach. But laying down only make him more nauseous, he could feel bile rapidly shooting upwards. So he trying sitting up, leaning his back on the headboard. Taking deep breaths, holding his mouth closed with two fingers to prevent himself from retching.

He looked at the clock; 2:45 am. The last thing he wants to do is wake up Taehyung since his boyfriend come back from the studio late last night. Jungkook tried to distract his nausea by looking at his sleeping boyfriend. His hand running through the freshly permed hair, lips curled into a content smile.

God, how much he loves this man.

It seems work for a good minute, until the baby decided to kick inside there and making nausea shooting upwards. His loving thought got cut off as his body pitches forward with the silent gag.

He let out a loud moan, and take a deep breath. Trying to calm his breathing.

Trying to control his nausea.

"Fuck." Jungkook groaned under his breath when another wave of sickness hit him.

He moves his pregnant body slowly to the edge of the bed. The wooden floor was cold against his feet. His stomach clenching painfully again. He can feel his face flush red when the urge came again.

A low whimper escaped his lips. He clamped his mouth and waddles to the bathroom. Locking the door, flicking the lamp, and let his body hunched over the bowl. A string of thick saliva immediately falls from his lips, making him more nauseated than he already is. He brushes his purple hair back, holding it back with one of his hand—remind him that growing his hair long during pregnancy is a bad idea—as his body rocking with an empty heave. He let himself kneel, his other hand holding the porcelain tightly as he waits for the inevitable.

After what felt like an eternity, he could feel vomit rising up the front of his throat, making his shoulder rolls. He was a quiet puker, but the sound of the puke crackling against the water was so loud in his ear, that it made him sick more.

"Uurrrkk-", he retches again, this time bringing up his dinner in one big stream. His head hanging low, he could hear the blood rushing through his ears making him unable to hear the door creak open nor did he hear the soft padding footsteps towards his body. A strong arm wraps around his shoulders, rubbing his back, soothing him as much as possible.

His body trembles violently when he feels another round of sickness hitting. He coughs and wipes his mouth. Looking up, he sees the worried expression plastered on the handsome face. "Hyung?" he croaks, voices hoarse and weak.

"Yes baby, I'm here", Taehyung coo as he stifles a yawn, rubbing circles on his back. " Why don't you wake me up?"

Jungkook shakes his head, wiping his mouth with his hand. "You were sleeping peacefully, and- uurkkk", Another bout of nausea hits him. He grips the toilet, holding himself up. The smell of vomit he upchucked earlier hit his nostrils, sending him into another fit of puking once again. His head hung lower as he continued to heave into the bowl.

Taehyung watches Jungkook vomiting, rubbing his back softly. Giving him space as he lets Jungkook expel whatever is inside him.

" Hyunggiieee ...", Jungkook whines, "Please, I'm so fucking tired", he mumbles.

Taehyung pulls Jungkook's forehead to rest on his shoulder. He rests his head on top of Jungkook's. Kisses Jungkook's sweaty neck tenderly, stroking his hair softly.

"I know baby, i know" he whispers softly, kissing Jungkook's temple.

Jungkook takes deep breaths, calming himself. His body slowly relaxing. "Do you want to go back to bed?"

Jungkook nods, resting on top of his hyung. "Can we get some milk? Please?"

"But we don't have milk ..", Taehyung frowns, trying to think of any option that could make Jungkook happy.

Jungkook frowns and hugs his hyung tighter. "I just wanna drink milk, please", he repeats, voice full of desperation. He knows he'll regret asking this in the morning if Taehyung says yes, but it's all he can do to not burst out crying.

"Okay babe, alright. Let me get some milk", Taehyung says as he rubs Jungkook's back gently.

He helps his boyfriend stand up. Holding both of his hands while leading him back to the bedroom.

They walk quietly towards the bed. Taehyung let his boyfriend tucked comfortably, before he walks to the closet and grabs his coat, "I will go to buy you milk" he says before walking away.

"Huh? You will go?"

Taehyung frowned, "Of course? I told you we don't have milk and you want it now?" he said, confused.

Jungkook pouts, "But i don't want to be alone ..", he whispered.

The older sighs, "What do you want then?"

"Both ..", Jungkook trailed off.

" Jungkookie ..", Taehyung sighs. "How about we have cuddles instead?"

Jungkook blinks, "But.. i want milk.."

Taehyung pinched the bridge of his nose. He doesn't want to be mad, but this convo in the early morning is not ideal, especially with his sleep-deprived mind. "Kook, just tell me do you want me to buy you milk right now or we both go to sleep?" he asked, tone serious.

Jungkook's eyes went wide, he gulped, thinking about which option he wants. " okay .. sleep then hyungie" he answered. He really didn't want the older ones to leave.

Taehyung smiles lightly. "Okay", he shrugs his coat off, " I will get you one in the morning"

🍰 🍰 🍰

Another thing that pissed Jungkook off with pregnancy is how it decrease his appetite.

"Kook! here's your milk, and cake from that bakery that you want!", Taehyung yells from downstairs, brushing his hand to get rid of the coldness from outside and start placing the things he bought on the counter. Smiling when he sees his boyfriend walk downstairs, beaming happily and start digging on his craving.

It was going so well, Jungkook was so happy as his craving got pleased perfectly. But it only could last few minutes.

Jungkook sighs sadly, chewing the cake he had been craving slowly as he pushes the plate away and takes a sip of the milk. He huffs when the sweetness from milk and cake starts mixing badly in his stomach.

" You're not finishing that?", Taehyung asks concerned.

Jungkook shakes his head, "I cant"

Taehyung sighs, "But you said you want this?"

"I know..," Jungkook murmurs.

Taehyung frowns in confusion. He gulps the bite of the cake he just put in his mouth and scoots closer to his boyfriend, wrapping an arm around his waist.

Jungkook leans against him, letting out a long sigh, "I want to eat that cake hyung, but it's too sweet .. and—", he stops mid-sentence, taking a deep breath. " I don't have an appetite anymore" he murmured.

Taehyung frowns, stroking Jungkook's back comfortingly. "Nauseous?", he asked, knowing the answer.

" Yes", Jungkook mumbled, leaning against his hyung's chest, "So much"

"Okay, i will keep it in the fridge, you can eat this again if you're up to it", Taehyung tells him, massaging Jungkook's shoulder softly.

Jungkook nodded, " Okay... 'm sorry hyungie", he pouts, voice cracking in the end as tears start pooling on his orbs, "You've gone out of your way to buy that but i—" he couldn't hold it anymore and started crying.

Taehyung pulls the younger closer, laughing as he is amused at how fast Jungkook's mood changed. "Why are you crying?", he coos.

Jungkook sniffled, looking up. " The cake ..." he hiccups, "I just...", his words cut off when sickness suddenly hits him. He starts gagging, trying to cover his mouth.

Taehyung looks down worriedly, rubbing Jungkook's back to help him. "Are you feeling okay baby?", he asks calmly.

Jungkook's breathing is still rough, "No.... I need to puke", he chokes out before running to the bathroom.

Taehyung sighs, this time not following the younger. He walks to the kitchen instead, taking mint tea that Jimin gave them, saying that it would help lessen the morning sickness. He winced when he heard Jungkook throwing up.

After two minutes the sound of vomiting stopped, changing to the sound of the toilet getting flushed and sink running. Not long after, his boyfriend comes out. Looking exhausted with flushed cheeks, his hand holding his bump protectively, "I hate being pregnant", he grumbles, wiping at his lips. He sits down on their couch with a thump.

"You look awful", Taehyung comments. He hands the glass over to Jungkook. " Tea, the one that Jimin said it would help morning sickness"

Jungkook took the glass, drinking the tea slowly. "Thank you hyungie", he mutters, "I feel better now", he adds, setting the cup aside.

"Good"

Jungkook lays down on the couch, pulling Taehyung into his side. He nuzzles his head against Taehyungs neck. He snuggles into Taehyungs arms. Feeling a little tired from throwing up but satisfied from the warmth.

"Let me greet the baby", Taehyung says quietly, pressing a kiss on the crown of Jungkook's head.

" Which baby? Me?", Jungkook asks, smiling as he tugs his hoodie up, showing his stomach that has become round.

Taehyung rolls his eyes playfully, "The baby that asks me to get milk at 3 AM and not eating the cake that they asked for" he teases.

"Oh shut up", Jungkook laughs, rolling his eyes, "I was sick today", he mumbles. He nuzzles his head further into Taehyungs neck, closing his eyes.

" You were sick, huh?", Taehyung teases, playing with Jungkooks fringe. "Let me scold the baby", he says, placing his palm to Jungkook's bump . He pokes gently, making Jungkook smile.

"Mhm, stop poking my tummy", the younger giggles.

"That's what they get for making me running around getting your craving and make you throw it up a few hours later" he smirks before poking harder.

"Stop it!", the younger giggles and whining in between.

Taehyung chuckles, stopping and caressing Jungkook's bump, "It feels nice", he sighs dreamily.

Jungkook smiles, "That means you want to get my craving again tomorrow?"

Taehyung scoffs, "You know i will"

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #sick!jungkook #caretaker!taehyung #and again another mpreg fic

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danny-chase · 3 years

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Big Brother instinct, Dick and either Cass, Gar, Danny Chase, Steph, Kara, Rose, or anyone else u want

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman (Comics), Nightwing (Comics), Batgirl (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dick Grayson & Cassandra Cain, Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne Characters: Dick Grayson, Cassandra Cain, Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Dick grayson centric, Fire, Burns, hair styling, Ice Cream, Hurt/Comfort, Late Nights, Fluff and Angst, Batfamily (DCU), Batfamily (DCU) Feels, Batfamily Dynamics (DCU), Missions Gone Wrong, Good Sibling Dick Grayson, Cassandra Cain is bad at feelings, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Feelings Series: Part 11 of Bad Things Happen Bingo Summary:

Dick talks with Cass after a mission doesn't go as planned.

Fic under cut

“Argh!” Dick snaps back to attention as Bruce’s angry grunt rattles through the cave. The few bats still in for the night stir, their wings rustling in the distance. An avalanche of papers fly off of Bruce’s desk, and his grizzled form slumps forward, hands firmly planted on the table. His shoulders sag under some unknown strain; as if he’s carrying the weight of the sky.

“Hmm.” Dick blinks back another wave of exhaustion, he’s not working on a case – but Bruce is – and company always makes working more fun. Besides, Bruce is on a time limit and Alfred can’t stop him from escaping his room. So. Here he is. He took an oath - it’s his job to help.

Dick’s eleven and Bruce’s a pillar of reassurance – a precariously stacked pile of rocks constantly on the verge of crumbling. He has no idea how to pick up the pieces. No idea how to seal the cracks. “Bruce?” He mumbles, swinging his legs off his spinny chair. Bruce doesn’t look up, his mouth drawn in a tight line. The ghost of tears well in his eyes. Not good.

Dick scoots off the chair, lightheaded for a moment. He shakes the stars out of his eyes, nodding back and forth, up and down, like Bruce does when he’s sleepy. It’s late. He has school tomorrow. Not that it matters. Bruce will let him skip if he asks the right way. He jogs in place for a few seconds, readying himself, warming up his muscles.

There’s not much he can do to help, but he can at least put on a little show. He runs forward launching into a cartwheel, picking up the papers as he goes – Bruce likes his tricks, sometimes they even make him laugh, sometimes –

Bruce snags his ankle out of the air, his quick reflexes saving Dick from crashing into the edge of a counter. He finds himself hanging, the world stuck upside down as his hands dangle inches from the floor. “Thanks.” He looks up at Bruce’s weary face.

A yawn escapes his lips, and the corners of Bruce’s mouth twitch. “I’m going to have to child-proof the cave at this rate.” He tries for humor but it falls flat, his hearts not in it all.

He stares up, sticking his tongue out. Bruce’s frown doesn’t fade. “Are you okay?” He asks. Bruce’s hands fumble, and Dick swings dangerously low to the floor before he’s recovered. Not willing to take the chance again, he curls up, grabbing Bruce’s forearms and pulls himself up through his arms, settling himself on sturdy shoulders.

Bruce drops his feet. “I’m fine. Why would ask that?” He sounds almost hurt and Dick’s too tired to figure out why.

He slides down easily, Bruce gently deposits him on the floor. “You looked sad.” A yawn leaves his mouth without permission, he stumbles slightly, and a hand clamps down on his shoulder. He reaches back up, and Bruce throws him up against his shoulder, wrapping him in a hug.

Dick yawns contently, his eyelids fluttering without his permission, as Bruce starts walking towards the stairs. “I’m sorry…” The arm around his back pulls him a bit tighter. “I’m just not enough.” A shaking hand combs through his hair and Dick squeezes back because he doesn’t know what to say.

Bruce grunts as he takes a step up the stairs. “Sleep on it?” Dick suggests, resting his eyes for just a moment.

“Mmhmm. It’s bedtime.” Dick’s half asleep by the time they reach the top. He’s not sure he hears Bruce whisper, “You’re a great kid, chum.”

It took Dick years before he really understood the feeling. And even more years before he made the connection that that was how Bruce had felt on late nights spent scouring for clues that just didn’t seem to exist, having worked for days straight on three hours of sleep, and watching Gotham send all of it up in flames setting you back months on an investigation.

He’s learned there’s nights it’s impossible to save everyone – hell, he’s seen Clark get his ass kicked, and Clark’s damn near close to god. Dick would know – the Titans have fought their namesake. But the Titans have fought humans and lost despite half their members being godlike, and besides that most days now he’s alone. It doesn’t matter how hard he tries, how much he plans, how prepared he is; sometimes things just go to hell and a handbasket and there’s nothing he can physically do to prevent it.

Most of the time, he’s fine with that. It’s fine he has limits. Logically, he knows he can’t be expected to everything. Logically, he knows it’s a waste of time to worry about it. Logically, he knows it’s okay to take a night off, watch a nature documentary, invite a friend over, stay in and spend the night simply existing.

But it feels like he could be doing more – should be doing more. He feels that restlessness overtake him, and springs to his feet “Bruce I-”

Bruce gives him his patented bat-glare from where he’s sitting, looking up from a familiar pile of papers. Once it would have intimidated him into sitting back down. Now he just returns it with a patented one of his own. “-I think I’ll suit up and head out for the night, Tim could probably use some back up with-”

“Dick.” There’s this exasperated tone that Bruce can only ever seem to muster when saying his name. He pauses for a just a second, his eyes flickering down to Bruce’s clenched fists and tight shoulders. “Let me handle it.” It comes out as an order, but reading between the lines, it’s a plea.

Bruce would never admit it out loud, worry practically bleeds out of the man. Guilt gnaws on the inside of his chest, though, he’s not sure what it’s even from; the guilt of making Bruce worry or the guilt of being a useless sack of broken and bruised ribs while people need Nightwing’s help. Being benched sucks, but he knows enough to compromise. “Let me run the comms? Babs could use a night off.” She sleeps less than him and Bruce knows it.

The gray streaks in Bruce’s hair stand out all the more as he lets out a bone deep sigh. Dick rolls his eyes – he doesn’t get to do this right now. “You literally let me go out last night I don’t understand why-”

“Last night was an emergency. I didn’t have a choice.” His frown widens, his face etched in an eternal look of pain, mixed with disproval. “Two nights ago… you almost…” His mouth seals itself shut, unspoken words hanging in the air between them. It’s Bruce that breaks the gaze first. “Run the comms, don’t overexert yourself. It should be a quiet night…” He stands, hesitates before walking off “And get to bed early.”

Dick bites back a laugh, Bruce hasn’t talked to him like that since he was thirteen. “Alright.” He resists the urge to poke fun, and follows Bruce through the passage behind the grandfather clock.

“So Ives was talking about the Pirates of the Caribbean movie with me the other day, and we might go see it this weekend if I have the time. Gee- I can’t remember the last time I saw movie in theaters or even really hung out with him.” Tim’s endless chatter helps him stay awake in the dimly lit cave. His throbbing ribs help too, maybe he shouldn’t have tried doing push-ups. “Dad and Dana want to drop me off, but Ives has a car now, though dad’s still worried cuz of the time some wacko tried to stop us at a traffic light.”

Dick hums, a smile creeping its way up his face. “I can drop you off if it’s an issue.”

“Really?! That’d be awesome, you could stay for the movie if you wanted to, but I don’t know if you’d like it, I mean are pirates really your thing? I always figured you’d be more into Vikings or probably aliens actually, or something like-” A red light flashes on the screen, and Dick snaps to attention.

“Hold that thought.” Tim’s chatter ceases immediately as Dick furiously types on the terminal. He punches into the main line. “Batgirl how fast can you get to the corner of 16th and Murphy’s Ave, there’s a building on fire and you’re the only one anywhere near the Upper East Side.” A 911 operator calms down a hysterical woman in his left ear, Cass asking direction in the right.

He pulls up a map. “I-I can’t find a way out!” The woman shrieks. “I don’t know what happened, I was sleeping and-” she breaks off into raspy hacks.

“Go straight, turn right after three blocks down.” Dick winces, as the lady continues chocking on smoke. “C’mon Cass. Get there.” He mutters off the line. He eyes his cycle sitting idly in the bay – he’s twenty minutes out; Cass needs backup. He opens up another line. “Batman I need you to follow Batgirl, what’s your eta?”

Bruce grunts back, he hears thudding over the line. “Fifteen minutes.” The woman screams in his other ear, he yanks the earbud out as a massive bang nearly blows out his eardrum. Picking it back up, he can’t hear the woman anymore, only the roar of flames and falling debris.

“Shit.” He pulls up video from a street camera. “Shit.” The building’s collapsing in on itself. “Permission to call the league?” He clicks through to their line of communications, his finger hovering over the button.

“Here.” Cass scrambles into view, bursting through a window. Shit.

Bruce learned his limits long ago. Dick’s finally settling into his. Cass? They simply don’t register on her radar. The buildings coming down in mere minutes; she’s going to get killed.

“What’s the situation?” Bruce yells in his ear.

“Batgirl get out of there!” He screams at Cass. She’s going to die – the building’s not stable, and he’s the one that sent her there. “Make it five minutes – the building’s coming down.” He yells to Bruce. “Batgirl!” He watches a few windows blow out. A firetruck careens down the street.

“Permission granted.” Bruce huffs and Dick can’t click the button fast enough.

A couple more windows blow out, and the building seems to lean to the side. Finally he sees Cass climb back out a window, holding a couple kids in her arms as she leaps to the ground. “BATGIRL GET THEM CLEAR!” His heart pounds in his throat as she runs forwards, the building groaning behind her, crumbling to the side. Chaos erupts, chunks of flaming debris cascading from the top of the building, as the second floor merges with the first.

Dick blinks, his mouth dry. “There’s more people-” he can’t hear Cass over the ensuing cacophony as he watches the building topple to the ground. “NO!” He faintly hears her scream as the screen erupts in static.

Dick slams his fists on the desk. His chest constricts painfully. “Nightwing. Report.” Bruce’s steady voice reminds him to breathe. His chest spasms. Shit. “Nightwing!” Bruce demands as he tries to catch his breath.

“Building collapsed.” He manages to get out. “One sec.” He takes a few deep breaths, leaning back in the chair for support. “Batgirl report.” He’s greeted with silence. “Batgirl, please, if you’re there I need you to respond.”

“I…” Cass trials off. Dick sighs in relief. “I’m sorry.” The line cuts off. Well. Shit.

“Nightwing! I’m headed to the location.” Bruce squawks. Dick sighs.

“It’s going to be a long night. Search and rescue, I’ll call in backup.” Shit. So much for an early bedtime.

“Hey.” Someone shakes his shoulder. He makes a grab for their wrist and misses, his mind processing where the hell he is. He blinks a few times.

“Cass?” Her hair’s plastered to the side of her head and she’s covered in soot. Nicks, rips, and tears decorate her costume. Dick wipes his eyes as the ashy smell of smoke overwhelms his senses. Cass takes a few steps back, heading towards the locker room. “Wait.” He had something to say to her, his mind racing to catch up.

She hops up onto a counter. His mind shuffles through the events earlier in the night. “Bruce sent you back?” Cass nods glumly. The rescue efforts weren’t going well when he dozed off. The JLA sent in everyone they could spare; there’s nothing they can do anymore. Not that Bruce won’t try.

Cass’s lips are sealed. There’s a haunting expression in her eyes, her shoulders slump forward, her hands firmly plant themselves on the counter for support.

And his friends think he’s too much like Bruce.

“Hey.” He starts. She gives him a weary look, tears welling in her eyes. Well, maybe not exactly like Bruce. “Look, I’m sorry I put you in that position.” Cass shakes her head. “Sometimes things like this happen. I should have-”

“Stop.” Cass pulls her feet up on the counter, getting dust everywhere. “I should have been faster.” She swallows, refusing to let the tears spill over. “My fault.”

Dick watches as she glides off the counter, yanking off her gloves and dropping them on the floor. Burn marks dot her hands and the edges of her hair are singed. “You did everything you could.” She hesitates, before taking a step towards the showers.

“Not enough.” She mutters before storming off, leaving a trail of soot in her wake.

He stands up. “Cass.” The lock snaps shut with a click as she slips into the bathroom. Leaving Dick in an empty cave once more.

By the time he returns downstairs, Cass is already out of the shower, looking displeased. “You took my clothes.” She notes unhappily, a pale pink towel tucked tightly around her shoulders.

Dick watches water drip down from her hair, pattering on the floor. The trail leading back to the bathroom is now mixed with water and soot. Alfred’s going to be pissed. “I took your costume.” He clarifies. “And I brought you clothes.” He gestures towards the open door.

Cass scowls, planting her feet defiantly. “I’m going out.” She reaches out a hand. Dick shrugs – there’s no way she can find where he hid her filthy suit before they get a chance to wash it.

It’s all too familiar, reading the lines across her brow, watching her shoulders slump when she stills, and scanning red rimmed eyes. “What are you going to do like that?” He points out, Cass angrily storming towards him. “You’re tired, you’ll just end up being in the way.” He dodges left as a fist flies past his face. “You would have hit if I wasn’t right.” She’s faster than him on his best days.

She glares at him with pursed lips, staring before turning on her heel and storming off towards the bathroom. The door slams behind her, triggering the rustling of far away wings.

Dick sighs – he hopes he wasn’t this temperamental when he lived with Bruce. “Come up to the kitchen when you’re done, I need your help with something.” The lie rolls easily off his tongue, though he feels a twinge of guilt as Cass groans behind closed doors.

Cass’s eyes widen as she enters the room. Dick offers a smile as she edges closer to the table. He tosses a spoon, she snags it out of the air. “Dig in.” There’s a carton of chocolate ice cream – double chocolate chunk brownie sundae with hot fudge and chocolate sprinkles to be precise – and tons of candy. It’s not stuff Bruce keeps around, but Dick’s has a stash at Tim’s house reserved for movie nights. He’ll restock later.

Cass vigorously stabs the ice cream with her spoon, a smile dancing across her face as she takes a few bites. She pauses, sticking the spoon back in the cartoon, looking up with a confused expression. “Why?” She’s wearing fluffy pajama bottoms, fuzzy socks, and an old worn college sweatshirt that’s frayed at the hems. Dick can almost pretend he’s back, talking to Donna after she broke up with Roy their sophomore year of high school.

She’s watching Dick carefully. He hums casually. “You had a rough night.” This is what the Titans always did. She shrugs.

“Things happen.” She shovels a few more bites into her mouth. “I want to go out.” It’s hard for Dick to find her tough and grizzled when she’s guzzling gummi worms, kicking her feet back and forth on the stool.

“Consider this a reason to stay in.” She gives him a sideways glance. “You did as much as you can, that’s enough.” Cass looks pointedly at her ice cream, not hesitating before diving back into it.

“Spar with me?” She licks a skittle before sticking it in her mouth.

Dick snorts. “If I don’t have a heart attack, I think Bruce would.” She snaps up to attention, grabbing his wrist and quickly finding his pulse point. “I’m fine, Cass.” Her hands are freezing. He places one of his on top of hers. “If you weren’t there I wouldn’t have been.” He says quietly, catching her eye. “Thank you.” She pulls back as if burned, quickly busying herself with the candy. He waits a moment before adding, “I think those kids you saved are grateful too.”

Cass throws a bag of M&M’s at him, he’s a second too slow and it pelts him in the face. “Noted.” He grins. “Uh, also, I’m going to have to do something with your hair.”

“What.”

“Cass, hold still.” She immediately stops squirming under his hands. “Thanks.” She hums back, tucked under an old blanket that never seems to leave the back of the couch. Bruce still isn’t here, but Tim checked in after his stakeout, and headed home a half an hour ago. He snips away another lock of burnt hair, tossing it into a trash can next to him.

He rests his forearms on the back of the sofa, contemplating which section of her hair to start with next. “You find one you like yet?” He asks, peeking over her shoulder at the images of hairstyles.

“Uhh.” She scrolls a bit more. “I don’t care.” She tosses the phone up to the top of the couch.

“Mmm.” He didn’t expect much else. Donna texted him a picture earlier to copy – something easy to pull back but still stylish. He attacks the next section, carefully brushing out the tangles, starting bottom to the top. He’s oddly grateful for all those times he did Donna and Kory’s hair.

‘Practice for when Bruce finally adopts a girl.’ They used to tease. ‘You’ll have a real sister, and if his track record holds she’ll have black hair and blue eyes.’ He’s never lived the irony down. Though, Cass’s eyes are a beautiful warm brown, so Donna and Kory can take that.

“You know.” He keeps his tone light. “Most hairdressers and their clients talk.” Cass remains set in stony silence. “Though I guess most people go to a salon to get their hair cut.” He just visits Joey. “Some people say it’s like free therapy.”

“You talk a lot.” Cass notes. He pulls up doodle jump on his phone and passes it back to her. She plays a couple rounds before the phone’s placed back beside him.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He already knows the answer, but still asks all the same.

“No.” Bruce never wanted to either. Barbara used to talk to him… before he left for the Titans and took years to look back. Though he likes to dream otherwise, he knows there’ll come a day when Tim won’t want to talk to him anymore either.

It doesn’t get any easier being shut out. “That’s alright. If you change your mind I’m here.” He grabs the shears, snipping away another dead end.

“Thanks.”

“Dick.” A hiss awakes him, light following soon after. He squints, turning away to bury his face in a cushion. “Where’s Cassandra?”

He turns, eyes snapping open as he quickly scans the sofa. The blanket hangs off the edge, Cass nowhere to be seen. One of her custom batarangs sticks out of his armchair’s armrest, a few inches from his hand. “She must have found her costume.” He notes, glancing towards the pajamas crumpled in the doorway. His eyes meet Bruce’s as he lets out a tired sigh.

His hair’s dripping, fresh from a shower, and it’s singed at the edges. Dick nods towards the sheers on the coffee table. “Tomorrow.” Bruce decides, crossing the room, picking up the blanket as he goes. Dick pushes down the footrest, slowly rising to his feet. His ribs twinge at every move, in hindsight, falling asleep hanging off the side of an armchair wasn’t his best idea. Bruce hovers closer than normal, watching carefully, worry lines set in concern. “Bed.”

Dick’s too tired to argue. “Bed.” He agrees. And though Bruce doesn’t carry him, he accompanies him up the stairs.

#bad things happen bingo #dick grayson #cassandra cain #batfam #batfamily #nightwing #batgirl #my writing #sorry i've had this request for like 2 months but you know what we made it eventually 💀😅#thanks for the request anon!#i couldn't resist doing Cass but shout out to you remembering Danny Chase exists like dang iconic

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smolbeanieee · 3 years

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Young K as your boyfriend

okaAAYYY lets get started with this boizzz

he’s the most cheesiest boyfriend u ever get istg

first things first is how u guys met with each other

so u and young k met a cafe

where you’re the waitress and he’s the regular customer

like he almost come to the came almost everyday

whether doing his uni works or just chilling with his friends

one fine day, when you’re serving his usual coffee to his table

when he’s doing his works alone

your clumsy ass accidentally spill the drink on his white shirt

“omG I’M SO SO SORRY I DIDN’T MEANT TO RUIN YOUR SHIRT”

dude, he will be shocked of course

but he just keep it chill because you’re frantic in front of him, making him chuckles in disbelief

“hey hey don’t worry about the shirt. it’s fine”

he’s giving u assuring smile but u can’t let me walked out of the cafe looking like a mess

“wait here, I’ll give something to change”

“no no it’s fin-”

before he could finish his sentence

u ran to the locker at the back—grabbing one of your XL size black hoodie, obviously

“here, take this. it will cover u up at the outside”

“it’s fine. I’m okay, it’s just a shirt anyway”

but u keep on insisting him to wear it

“that’s the least i could do for you, I’m really sorry”

you said, giving the big doe eyes of yours

which makes young k’s heart flutters at the moment

when he asked you to be his girlfriend

starting from there, both of you decide to be close friends

since then, young k keeps on coming to the cafe

just to see you

and return your hoodie, of course

it does not take a long time for you to get close with each others

i mean his easygoing and friendly personality makes you even comfortable with him

one day, when you’re on closing shift,

“oh, what are you doing here? the cafe is closing soon. do you need anything?” you asked as you saw him coming inside the cafe

“n-nothing. i-i actually came for you. it’s quite dangerous to walk home alone, so i decide to accompany you” he stutters—avoiding eye contact

his words makes you chuckles and confused

“suddenly? alright, let me finish mopping the floor, then we’re ready to go”

along the walk, it was a comfortable quiet and calm having him by your side

as your hands slightly brush to each other but no one dares to said anything as if nothing wrong with it

just as you want to unlock your door, you turn around to face him, expressing your gratitude before he left

“thank you for walking me to home so-”

“actually i have something to tell you”

his sentences makes you anticipate with full hopes

“what? tell me”

“i think i have fallen for you. i like you.”

his confession leave you speechless, lips agape in confusion

“i’m sorry if i just blurt it ou-”

“n-no. i—wow i just didn’t expect that. actually, i—damn it—i like you too”

you said, biting your lips in embarrassment as you turns your head to the side

your sudden confession makes young k grins turn wide as his smiles never left his lips

“then...would you be my girlfriend?”

without hesitation, you said

“really? i mean, yES! OF COURSE”

making you jumps into his embrace

first kiss with him <333

it happened when you attending his university graduating ceremony

you wait for him at the in front of the hall

along with his parents and friends

as soon as young k saw you, he chirpily runs towards you

both arms open, ready to hug you in process

you giving him the biggest hug as he capture in his arms

“congratulations baby, u did it” you happily wish, handing over a bouquet of flower to him

“flowers?” he asked, pouting visible on his face as slight smirks appears from corner of his lips

“why? you want another gift? okay, i’ll buy for you later”

“what about a kiss?”

“right now??”

your shocked face makes young k chuckles upon seeing your flustered expression

“well...if that what you want”

with that, you close your eyes, waiting for him to come closer

as soon as you felt his lips met with yours

you can’t help it but to smile between the kiss

and you know,

his friends definitely capture your first kiss on the camera

fights with him <//333

fights between both of you didn’t usually occurs

it does happen

but nothing serious or bad

just a small bickering between both of you

but eventually both of you make up so easily as young k is the first one to apologize because he felt bad

however, there is one time you’re the reason the fight break out

it just a careless mistake of yours

your phone died because of the low battery

and you had to get off work around late than usual

and young k gets worried because you’re not home yet

and you’re not answering your calls

when he just about to get out looking for you

you came into your shared apartment

tired and irritate as fuck

but young k didn’t notice

“where on earth did you go?”

he asked, watching you passed by him nonchalantly as you make way into the house

“i tried to call you so many times, why didn’t you pick up?”

he grabs your arm, stopping you from entering into the bedroom

“look, i’m home now right? nothing happened to me so what’s the problem?”

“i’m dead worried for you, waiting at home—you asking me what is the problem?!”

young k is clearly pissed off with you right now as he failed to keep his composure calm >:(

“look, i don’t want us to fight, i’m so tired right now“

with that, you leave him behind alone and close the bedroom door

after taking your shower, you waits for him at the bed—trying to talk things out

but the apartment feels to quiet as if no one is there

you went out to the living room

and didn’t find young k there

your fight went for about three days

it’s not like young k did not meet u

but he straight up ignore your presence in the apartment

he slept in the living room during the night

you didn’t get to meet him during the day because you’re working

how you make up with him after the fight

you can’t take his silent treatment anymore

you learnt your lesson and reflecting yourself when he’s ignoring you

and you miss him so much :((

so, you decide to lock him up in the shower for 10 minutes

that’s the only way to prevent him to ignore you again

“open the door, i don’t have time to play”

“not until you promise to listen to me for a seconds”

behind the door, you could hear his soft sighs

“okay i promise”

and when you open the door

he went up to put on some clothes—coldly passed by you

“l-listen to me first”

but he didn’t even bat an eye for you as you wait behind his broad back

“i’m sorry. really—i meant it. i know it’s my mistake. i’m sorry for lashing at you that. i know you’re worried for me, i’m so sorry”

you apologize between your sobs as you can’t help it but to cry in front of him

you could not look him in the eyes as you felt he turns around to face you

for a moment, the surrounding went quiet, making you nervous

“say something, please. i understand if you want to brea—”

“shouldn’t you apologize for locking me up for 10 minutes?”

you lifted your face and met with cheeky expression plastered on his face

you burst into tears again as young k tease you

“don’t you dare to ask for a break no matter when we’re fighting. also, let’s not fight again— i miss you so much”

young k said, cupping your face into his palm as his thumbs wipes out your tears from your cheeks

“i’m sorry :((” you mumbles with pouts on your lips

“alright, you’re forgiven. how could i can’t accept your apologies when you’re looking so damn cute right now, huh? i love u”

young k said, engulfing you into his embrace, planting some kisses on top of your head

#day6 #day6 scenarios #day6 imagines #day6 reactions #day6 series #day6 soft hours #day6 sungjin #day6 jae #day6 young k #day6 wonpil #day6 dowoon #day6 drabbles #day6 timestamps #young k scenarios #young k imagines #young k reactions

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tigerseye46 · 3 years

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83 with Freenoodleshipping meeting their granddaughter for the first time?

Yessss, I changed the last prompt to add Macaque into the fix and put this to where DBK and Princess Iron Fan showed up but didn’t stay to see their granddaughter and then reconciled with Red a year later, I wanted to see them be nervous wrecks.

Prompt List

83. “You’re the only thing that matters.”

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Pigsy paced back and forth outside MK’s hospital room, a worried look on his face, Tang was trying to keep his husband calm. DBK and Princess Iron Fan weren’t much better at keeping calm. In another situation, Tang might have found it funny that the demons they fought and were still fighting were turning into nervous wrecks over their granddaughter. They were still evil somewhat but after receiving word of Xiaotian being pregnant, they backed off a bit. When Red sent them a note telling them their granddaughter was going to be born, they had both rushed into the hospital, practically scaring all the staff and patients.

Tang found it cute but he shouldn’t be focusing on that. He patted his husband’s back softly. “Pigsy, he’s fine.” He kissed his cheek. “He’s fine,” he repeated.

“He better be! I hope Xiajiao has an update!” Xiajiao had gone to comfort MK with Red, the parents of both sides were too frantic.

“What if I hurt her?” DBK asked his wife. “It’s been too long since I’ve held a baby.”

“Darling, you’ll be fine,” she reassured but nervousness was visible on her face, biting her fingernails.

“What if the kid and the baby aren’t okay? What if somethin’ bad happened? Oh, my gods, they’ve been in there too long!” Welp, that didn’t calm anyone’s nerves, DBK and Princess Iron Fan was hyperventilating.

“Pigsy! Calm down! Nothing will happen, okay?” He smiled at the two other demons. “Don’t worry, I’m sure the best doctors are on the job.”

The two demons took deep breaths. “They better be,” DBK said gruffly.

Xiajiao stepped out of the room minutes later, all four of them crowded around her. “They’re both fine,” the dragon girl commented gleefully before they could ask her questions, they each let relieved sighs. “They said they could have two of the parents there, not all four of you at once so MK and the baby don’t get crowded.”

The parents looked at each other, mouths opening to tell the other that they could go first. While they each wanted to see their granddaughter, the other should have a chance first, if Wukong and Macaque were here then they definitely would have gone first without warning, they were too impatient to wait, well mostly Wukong, luckily or unluckily, they had both been on some mystic monkey business for a few weeks and would be back soon.

DBK looked at them and gestured towards the door. “Go ahead.”

Tang raised his eyebrow. “Are you sure?”

The king glanced at his wife for confirmation. “Ye-yes! Your son is the one who had our granddaughter so you should by all rights go first!” She waved towards the door with a shaky hand, the two demons were tensing up, silently hoping the pig and scholar would go first. They weren’t ready to see their granddaughter.

Tang wanted to ask them if they were sure again but Pigsy grabbed his arm and took him inside the room. There MK was with a tired expression, Red holding the newborn baby in his arms as they both cooed softly.

Xiaotian noticed them and gave a small wave. “Hey bàba, hey papa.”

Pigsy smiled at him. “Hey, kid. How are ya?”

“Tired,” he replied.

“Well it’s to be expected,” Tang said and pushed up his glasses.

“We’re proud of you, kid but ya should be gettin’ some rest.”

“Thanks, papa. I’ll get some rest after everyone meets Xiaolian. I don’t want to miss it.”

“Okay, kid but after this, ya take a nap, okay?”

“I will.”

“Good.” Pigsy turned to Red, they hadn’t noticed the tears streaming down his face.

“Hello Red Son,” Tang greeted.

“H-hey,” he greeted back in a shaky voice, his eyes didn’t leave the small bundle in his arms.

“Can we see her?”

“Y-yea.” He showed them his baby, moving the blanket slightly so they could get a good look at her bright red hair. Her eyes opened and gazed at them with those beautiful eyes that resembled those of their son. “Isn’t she beautiful?”

Pigsy placed a hand on the blanket. “Yea, she definitely is.”

“She is the perfect mix of both of you. Welcome to the world, Xiaolian.” Tang placed a hand over his husband’s.

“Can I hold her?” Pigsy asked, his eyes entranced by the newborn.

“Well, um… Ummm…” Red looked at MK for an answer.

“Go ahead, hold her,” Xiaotian answered. Red passed the baby into Pigsy’s arms reluctantly, making sure Pigsy held her correctly. He already wanted his baby back. Xiaotian noticed Red’s protectiveness. “Red, why don’t you wait outside?”

“Are you sure, noodle boy? I can stay here if you need me.”

“Red, I’ll be fine. Pigsy and Tang will make sure I’m okay.”

“Okay…” He turned to MK’s dads. “Watch them, please.”

“We will, kid. We will.”

Red nodded and took steps towards the door. “One more thing, are they here?”

Tang replied, “Yes, they are. They’re nervous, you should talk to them.” Red nodded one final time and left the room.

“He’s been emotional since she’s been born. I think he’s planning on spoiling her.”

“Ha! Who could blame him?” Pigsy’s thumb softly touched the newborn’s cheek who simply stared at him. Tang put an arm around his husband’s neck, pressed up against him to coo at the baby. He whispered, “Hi Xiaolian. I’m your grandpa. Ya are so beautiful. A perfect combination of your parents. I’m gonna protect you. Just like I did your dad, no one will ever touch ya. I can’t wait to teach ya to cook and… and…” He burst into tears. “I’m gonna teach ya so many things. I’ll treat ya like you’re the only thing that matters because you are, little princess.” Tang kissed Pigsy’s cheek.

“Hi, Xiaolian. I’m your yéye. Your grandpa is right, you’re the most beautiful thing in the world. I can’t wait to tell you all sorts of stories. Stories about your grandpa and me, stories about your dads, stories about everything. Particularly embarrassing stories about your grandpa,” he joked and the pig nudged him softly, MK chuckled from his bed. “I know you’ll grow up wonderful, you have amazing dads. They’ll take care of you and protect you. We’ll protect you too. You’ll never be alone.”

Xiaotian spoke up, “I hope so. I hope I can be a good dad.”

Tang smiled at him. “Of course you can, you’re an amazing kid, an amazing adult.”

“I’m only that way because I have great parents. Parents who watched my back when I became the monkey king’s successor. I couldn’t have done anything without you two.”

Tang shook his head, he made his way to his son, placing a kiss on his forehead and ruffling his hair. “You already had a great heart, we didn’t do much.”

“You did everything for me. Thank you, bába. Thank you, papa. Thank you for making me the person I am. I wouldn’t be who I am without you.”

“You are a fantastic son. I am so proud of you. You made yourself who you are. We didn’t do much.”

Xiaotian was about to say something when Pigsy interrupted him. “He’s right, kid. Ya were already great the way ya were when we met you.”

“You just made me greater then.” The kid, no, the adult had certainly changed from the kid who use to bottle up his problems until he burst, it made his dads’ hearts melt to see him grow to love himself. They were so proud.

Pigsy rolled his eyes. “Guess we did.” He walked over to them, rocking Xiaolian back and forth slowly.

“We love you, Qi Xiaotian.” Tang kissed his son’s forehead again.

“I love you too, bába. I love you, papa.”

“I love you too, kid.” He placed a kiss on the baby’s cheek. “She’s so beautiful.”

“Yea, she most certainly is.” Tang repeated his husband’s actions. Xiaolian’s eyes sparkled as she marveled at her grandparents, she made grabby hands. Pigsy was still crying at her cuteness, Tang playfully shook his head, his husband was just a big old softie, one of the many reasons he loved him.

They stood there observing her. Time passed until Red came back into the room with a frown. He held MK’s hand, tightly, MK squeezed back. “Red, what’s wrong? How was the talk with your parents?”

“They weren’t there when I walked out…”

“Then why did you wait so long?”

“To give you time and to calm down.”

Tang apologized with “I’m sorry, Red. They were there earlier.”

“It’s fine. Not like I expected them to stay. I’m surprised they even showed up.” He stretched his arms out in the hope that Pigsy would pass him his baby back. Pigsy did so, Red holding her gently.

Pigsy patted his back. “Sorry, kid. They don’t deserve someone like you or Xiaolian. Ya have us.”

“Thank you, Mr. Pigsy. It’s fine. I have all of you, you are my family now. I have my noodle boy and I have my daughter, that’s all I need.” He leaned down to kiss his husband on the lips before going back to look at his child.

“Yep, we’ll stay by your side. We’ll leave ya two alone for now. Come on, Tang.”

“Yes, honey,” Tang replied.

“Before you go, can you tell the two monkeys to come in? I told them to wait a bit.”

The two nodded and they walked outside to see Macaque and Wukong in human disguises, Macaque holding Wukong back to prevent him from bolting inside the room.

“Hey Bajie!” He waved at his younger brother.

“Hey big brother.”

Macaque raised his eyebrow. “Can we go inside now?”

Tang nodded. “Yep, their baby is absolutely beautiful.”

“Let’s go, Mango!”

“Yes, Peaches.” He let his arms go from Wukong’s waist. Wukong rushed into the hospital room. Macaque shook his head. “Finally, I’ve been holding him back and we’ve only been here for five minutes.” He followed Wukong, shaking his head again and sighing.

The two laughed. Tang leaned against Pigsy, closing his eyes. “I wonder why DBK and Princess Iron Fan left.”

Pigsy shrugged. “Don’t know. I’ll kick their butts next time I see them. How could they just walk out like that?” He scowled.

“Maybe they were scared…”

“Still, they shouldn’t have walked out like that.”

“I know. At least Xiaolian has us. She’s going to grow up great with loving granddads and amazing parents.”

The pig smiled at him. “Yea, especially with the kid as her dad. We raised a good one, Tang.”

“Yes, we did. We raised a wonderful son. I’m so happy we could raise him together. You are an amazing dad, Pigsy.”

“Ya are too. I couldn’t have done it without ya. We’re the best dads ever.”

“Yes, we are.” He leaned in and smooched his husband.”

“Ew, dads! Don’t make out in front of me!” Xiaojiao exclaimed in a playful tone.

“Hey! Ya should be used to this,” Pigsy teased.

“Not my fault that Pigsy is adorable.” He lifted his husband’s chin slightly, Pigsy purred in response.

“Ew! I’m going to get something from the vending machine.” She rushed past her dads to go find a vending machine, her dads laughed.

“Guess we’re finally alone.” Tang winked, lifting the pig’s chin more.

“Guess we are.” He let out soft purrs. “We definitely did good.”

“Yep, imagine how well she’ll grow up.”

“She has amazing parents.”

“And an amazing grandpa,” Tang added, planting a kiss on his husband’s cheek.

“She has a fantastic yéye.” They kissed each other again, they were pressed up against each other then their eyes stared adoringly at the door. They were ready to make sure Xiaolian had the best life possible.

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FINALLY a fellow moronsexual :') I see the askbox is open so if it's ok can I request a mammon fluff? Maybe the reader being so affectionate with him and heart eyes everywhere and praises 24/7 and he's just mammon.exe stopped working bc no one's ever done that?? Kudos if there's hurt/comfort lol gn!reader please and thank you! Hope u have a nice day!

I’m really sorry for taking so long! It’s finally here!

I developed ped more the idea of hurt/comfort than the affection one :x I hope this is going to be okay. Tell me what you think about it! It was really nice to write and to imagine, I was smiling the whole time cause that’s really something Mammon needs!!

Moronsexual united in loving the shit out of Mammon

I hope the grammar is okay

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Mammon had enough.

One more time, his brothers have been treating him like garbage, their words harsh, rushing to him like a flow of sharp knives - hurting him deep inside. If usually he did not say a word and just remained silent, taking each words, each insult silently to himself, this time it was too much.

All of his brothers somehow ended up in a bad mood and were all lashing on him - as if he was the punching bag of the family despite the fact that (this time) he had done absolutely nothing wrong. Sure, he wouldn’t really be able to deny that sometimes he steals (or at least tries to…), lies or even scam a demon or two… However, today he just went with a regular and plain day, going to RAD, partially listening to the lectures, coming back home to make himself a cup of his favourite instant noodles and that was it. And yet, they all went berserk on him, even though he absolutely didn’t understand why.

Sometimes, Mammon would really prefer to be tortured all day by Lucifer rather than listening to their rambling about him for hours, internalizing each of their words as a sad and hurtful truth. Words were his weakness. If he could easily dodge a plate thrown by Levi or a vase by Satan, the only way to dodge insults was to run away from home - which he usually did.

This time, however, he did not know why, but when the final insult hit him - broke him for real, he ran away to MC without even thinking.

A sudden burst startled MC while they were playing that famous Otome game everybody was talking about. Mammon quickly came in and closed the door as fast as he entered, standing there panting as his back rested on the wooden material that separated him from his hell and his paradise.

MC knew him very well now, perhaps a bit too much. They could discern his footsteps from each of his siblings’, could tell whenever he got home by the way he slammed the door closed and of course, tell by his face whenever he was in big trouble or not. This time, it seems, something really bad happened.

“Hey Mammon, what’s wrong?”

The voice alone of MC filled him with relief and made him melt on the spot. Their concerned gaze stuck on him, the thought that someone could genuinely care about the scumbag he is, was giving butterflies in his belly - he did not know why but these feelings were as pleasant as troublesome, which is why he directly put on his Tsundere mask: to prevent him from looking vulnerable in front of them.

“Nothin’! Ya think think The great Mammon could be bothered by something? Well, ya’re wrong!”

Even if Mammon was usually good at lying to scam people, when it came to his feelings, he absolutely did not know how to hide them - especially to MC.

They did not say a word for a few seconds, observing him from head to toe. Something was off, and they could feel it.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah I’m sure of it, now play with me. I’m bored!” With nothing else, he grabbed the small bicolored console and sat next to MC who went along with his act. If he didn’t want to talk about it after all, perhaps this would make him feel better.

After a few minutes of playing, laughing and competing together, their good time was interrupted by MC’s DDD message sound.

As MC paused the game, they grabbed the phone, seeing directly Leviathan’s name displayed on the screen.

[Leviathan: ‘Have you seen Mammon?’]

It started to make sense now, Mammon had been once again in trouble with his brothers, and he came to take refuge in their room.

“Mammon, why is Levi asking me if I’ve seen you?”

They could clearly see him tensing up as they mentioned his brother, stuttering as his eyes looked everywhere but into theirs.

“I’ll answer that you’re not here only if you tell me what happened.”

He was a real stuttering mess as this point. If there was something he definitely didn’t want to do, it was talking about how his brothers treated him. Putting words on that would do nothing but make it real and even more painful. Though, the idea of seeing a angry Leviathan bursting in and ruining this quality time with MC didn’t appeal him either…

“Fine, but instead tell him I left home.”

Mammon directly resumed the game, trying to avoid as much as he could the subject - but failed miserably as he felt MC’s gaze pressuring him as they fully turned towards him to face the demon.

“Alright! Alright! I’ll tell ya.” Putting the device next to him, he didn’t move a bit as he knew he wouldn't be able to look at them straight in the eyes.

“I don’t understand what I did wrong, I was only mindin’ my own business when they all started to mess with me and callin’ me names. I was only in my room but they all came after one another to mess around.” Maybe, just maybe he would like to say this is unfair. But like his brothers always say, he is nothing but a scumbag - so why would that not be fair?

“What exactly did they say?”

“I can’t even remember everything!” He started, passing a hand through his white hair. Instinctively, he cowered and he kept talking. “Belphie said I’m a waste of space… and Asmo that I couldn’t possibly be his brother”

Heavy silent took place in room. Mammon felt his eyes tearing up the more he thought about it, and felt even more ashamed to look so weak in front of his human.

“Do you think I’m a scumbag, too?” He asked, fidgeting with his DDD.

“I mean…” His heart sank hearing the beginning of their sentence. Of course they would think that too, he is nothing but Mammon the scumbag, the clumsy one who does nothing but stealing, a waste of space and air. “You’re not a saint, but you’re not that bad either.”

“Ah?” Totally dumbfounded, Mammon was now looking at MC.

“You’re a demon, Mammon. Not an angel, at least not anymore… But that’s not the point. What I mean is, your brothers are the ones to talk, they are in no way better than you.”

Taking a deep breath, they stopped themselves for a couple of seconds, carefully thinking about their words.

“But you know, I don’t think you’re a waste of space. I mean, you’re staying in my room most of the time. Do you really think I’d let you do that if I considered you were? Come on, I enjoy your company!”

MC quickly got closer to Mammon, ruffling his hair as an angelic smile was plastered on their face.

“Don’t you dare believe their words cause they’re all pure bullshit! Sure, you’re not perfect, but you have tons of qualities too!”

He couldn’t even keep up with his tsundere act anymore, he was just standing there, mouth agape, eyes wide open. He was the living version of a computer’s blue screen.

“Listen to me” they started, poking his chest. “You are amazing and very sensitive, that’s very cute! You’re also very quick to learn when something interests you. Also, you’re caring too, even if you’re looking for money… Remember that one time you helped Belphie opening that jar? Or when you bought Levi something because he was sad? See, that proves you’re not as bad as they say. Besides, you’re funny and kind with me too - so don’t think so low of yourself cause you’re The great Mammon after all!”

Now, the final move that would end Mammon - he felt himself engulfed by MC’s scent, feeling their skin on his, their warmth surrounding him. Was that.. a hug? Yes it was, and Mammon cheeks were painted a bright red while so many feelings were killing him inside.

None of his siblings has ever been so kind to him, yet alone shown so much affection. He couldn’t bring himself to speak even if he deeply wanted to, but eventually he got used to the sensation and let himself sink in MC’s touch. Was that how it feels to be loved and cared? If that was the case, Mammon never wanted to let MC go, and to tell the truth, after this day, Mammon would be even more clingy than usual. No matter what his brothers told him, no matter the names they called him - everytime he saw MC’s face, his mood would lighten up.

“I am The great Mammon!” he’d say.

“And I am The great MC!” They’d add cheerfully.

“Ya got it, human!”

If he was their first demon, it appears that MC was his first love, and he was going to keep them in his heart forever.

***

Hehe the end is kinda cheesy

#Obey me #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me shall we date #Shall we date #Obey me mammon #Mammon #obey me one shot #obey me imagines

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