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bandomfandombeyond · 4 months
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I've written??? 63 songs?? in the past year???
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franeridan · 6 months
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just finally watched one piece red why did no one tell me the law-luffy-bartolomeo team up happens in it I'd have watched it on day one ?????
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salsflore · 1 year
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it’s december 31st which means— happy birthday to my beloved fiancé ♡ he’s sooo silly but i just love this old man so much he’s super lame but he means everything to me!!!!
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sooniebby · 7 months
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Based on my random thought (I’ll be sprinkling what he’ll say in the actual fic, this is just a little sneak peak!)
“Usually my other clients can handle more than one pose—but it looks like you’re thinking about my cock instead, huh? Such a slutty boy… well, go on. Don’t get shy now. It’s your own time you’re wasting.”
Imagine having a yoga instructor who seems a bit rude and stand offish during his classes. He doesn’t talk except when giving instructions. It’s mainly for work, that’s all.
Even in his more… sexual side of work, he doesn’t feel much else. Except when he fucks you <3
Something about your whiny moans. The way you practically scream when he slams his cock inside of you. How you try to answer his questions even when the only sounds coming out of your mouth are moans.
He loves manhandling you. At first it was just to make you do different yoga poses—now he just loves seeing how easy he can control you. He’s grip is always harsh, wanting to make sure he leaves some time of mark on your body as your tight heat takes in his cock so easily.
“You can suck better than that, baby… don’t piss me off, alright?”
He loves it whenever you whimper, whining about how harsh he was treating you. But you knew the safe word—you just never said it. His smacks against your butt, tight grip on your waist… most instructors don’t kiss their clients, their own little golden rule. He follows it but makes up for it by biting you all over.
Leg, arm, stomach, neck, shoulder. Nothings safe. You always took them well. It’s like you were made for him. His perfect boy~
“Don’t muffle yourself. Everyone else is fucking and you can hear their moans. Let them hear your whiny voice, baby. Everyone should know how good I’m fucking you.”
He almost feels sad when the session is over. And the next day when he’s fucking his other client, all he can think of is you. Your moans. Your screams. His name on your tongue. You, you, you…
Damn, he was screwed. This wasn’t just work anymore.
wowowow! This was fun to write, and actually helped me develop my OC for this prompt more! This for male/trans masc reader if you couldn’t tell!
The character’s name is Tatsumi Yuta, if anyone cared lol. I’ll be writing the actual fic soon!! Im excited to do so. Feedback appreciated, and ask if you wanna be tagged once I publish chapter 1! (Yes it’s gonna be a series)
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k-manik · 2 years
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Holy cannoli wonho really developed a wonderful musical singing voice, and in such a short amount of time???
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anemos-orca · 26 days
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◆I did not expect so many people to like this story so far wowowow <:3 !! this part ended up being a bit longer than expected, but nonetheless still good :D◆
◆NSFW under "Keep Reading"
◆cw: smut ft dom!zhongli x sub!reader, reader is half dragon, breeding kink (?), size difference, oral (reader giving), pet name use (good girl), swallowing, probably more qwq
Zhongli's Dragon, Part 2: Appetizer
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◆A/N: For reference, reader is a dragon girl :D you have little horns on your forehead that point up and back, long thin fluffy ears on the sides of your head, sharp teeth, clawed hands, little dragon wings, and a dramatically long fluffy tail with two rows of dorsal spikes similar to te scutes on a crocodile tail.◆
You felt frozen in time. It was as though the heat of the moment had paused everything in the universe except for the two of you.
Zhongli couldnt help but to chuckle at just how flustered you were as his gloved hand ran down to the small of your back to pull your body flush against his, causing you to yelp in surprise. He tenderly stroked your long, silky-soft ear between his thumb and index finger as he gazed down into your blown out pupils, "You can breathe, (y/n), there is no need to be so shy. Must i point out the obvious?" he taunted, slowly lowering his face so his lips were only a breath away from yours. You took a deep breath, daringly placing your clawed hands against his chest- it was warmer than you expected, inviting, even.
"I-I dont know what you mean, but..." you trailed off, the tip of your lengthy tail wagging as it snaked around his thigh and gently squeezed, egging him on, "Id like to be informed, i-if you dont mind." A gentle smile crossed your lips and your half-hooded gaze met his.
Your brave attempts at seduction were more than successful, earning yourself a light kiss on the lips as his hand left your ear and lifted your chin to meet his. He was much taller than you, so he still had to bend down, but he didnt mind at all- in fact, he preferred it. Zhongli always found it amusing how you looked up to him with those big doe eyes, your cheeks always tinted a light pink and your voice nothing more than a sheepish peep. The way you flinched at even the most gentle of touches- a light pat on the shoulder, a kind nudge, even when he offered to fix the messy fur on your ears when youd arrive late due to sleeping in (which was a common occurance. Being a nocturnal species of dragon, you often found yourself accidentally staying up far too late into the night)- it never ceased to remind him of just how adorable you truly were. Though he would find it difficult to admit, every once in a while Zhongli would fantasize about making you his. The mental image of your pretty little face making lewd expressions, your soft voice panting his name, your body craving his as much as he craved yours- it only made him all the more protective and possessive of you.
You eagerly kissed Zhongli back as though you were starved of physical affection. He easily took notice, the hand that was once on the small of your back moving up to tease the insides of your wings, causing you to gasp and fall onto his chest, "Z-Zhongli..!" embarrassed, you blushed heavily and attempted to lift yourself off of him, but his firm hand told you to stay where you were as it continued to play with your sensitive wings.
"Please, allow yourself to relax, (y/n). There is no need for such struggle," he cooed, his voice hot against your neck before his lips connected with your soft skin. You lifted your head a bit more, allowing him easier access. You whimpered and whined as he licked, sucked, and gently nibbled at your neck and shoulder, practically eating you up. He fondled your wing more intensely while his free hand squeezed your inner thigh, pushing a soft moan from deep within your throat. Zhongli knew exactly how to rial you up, and you expected nothing less. Only dragons knew just how sensitive to touch the inner wings were. You leaned further onto his chest, holding his upper arms with your hands to ground yourself as the heat of your core grew to an uncomfortable point. As if out of your control, one of your hands moved down to his hip, your claws tracing a feather-light trail before landing on his hip dangerously close to the hem of his pants.
"So eager already, are we?" he teased, his forked tongue licking up the full length of your neck before his teeth landed on your ear and gently nipped at it. Your breathing deepened and you nodded, your fingers fingers slightly dipping under the band of his pants.
"I-I want... to taste it..." you nervously pleaded. Zhongli sat up, a lustful string of saliva momentarily webbing between his tongue and your neck.
"You want to taste what, (y/n)?" he said, a devious smile playing at his mouth. His thumb ran over your lips before pushing into your mouth, swiping over your teeth as if to examine them. The simple action caused you to whimper, betraying just how needy you had become and just how much power he had over you. "If you would like something, you must be more specific. So, do tell me what it is you so eagerly want a taste of?"
Youd be lying to yourself if you said his teasing didnt turn you on 10x over. You opened your mouth for his fingers, baring your sharp little teeth for him as though you could read his mind, "Please, I-Id like to taste you, Zhongli..." you said, breathless. Your tail tightened around his thigh and your wings twitched with apprehension, the feeling of his thumb and forefinger caressing each and every inch of it causing you to let go of any dignity you may have still held onto.
Zhongli lifted an unsatisfied brow as he pushed his thumb against your forked tongue and lifted your chin up for a better view of your adorably needy expression, "Hmmm... I still dont quite understand what you are getting at, my dear (y/n). What part of me, exactly, do you so hungrily want a taste of?" he demanded, fingering the inside of your cheek open. He knew what you wanted and he wanted it just as much, but the sight of you so desperately begging for it amused him and caused a sense of power to flow through his already aroused mind.
You couldnt help but to whimper, your fingers wrapping around the edge of his pants as your brows slightly furrowed together. You couldnt take it anymore, his intoxicatingly arousing pheromones pushing you past the point of no return. You needed him, needed to taste him, needed him to use you. "I want to taste your cock, please, i want it in my mouth, to feel it on my tongue, i want you to hold my horns and fuck my throat like im nothing but a toy," you burst out, surprising even yourself.
Your eyes widened and your ears flattened back as you realized just how desperate you sounded, but before you could even speak, Zhongli's tongue dove into the far corners of your mouth in a passionate, rough kiss. You instantly melted into his dominant grasp, kissing him back with furvor and moaning into his mouth as his strong hand ran up the inside of your thigh, squeezing and massaging in all the right places. Your fruitless grasp on Zhongli's arm tightened as he bucked his hips against yours, allowing you to feel just how hard he was. All of the combined arousing sensations made your lower stomach tighten. He kissed you ferventhly, tasting and feeling every corner of your mouth with his tongue before breaking the kiss and stepping back, leaving you cold. Your body begged for the return of Zhonglis firm hands and for more attention, causing you to whimper as your eyes meet his.
"I must say, you have more than earned what you beg for," he chuckled, amused by your neediness. He motioned for you to hop off the desk and get on your knees before him, and you followed his command without hesitation. Your claws wrapped around the hem of his pants a final time to tug them down, freeing his already precum slicked member from their cruel confines. It didnt matter that you had never mated before- your instincts took over the moment his mouth watering pheromones flooded your mind.
"S-so big, I...." you licked your lips hungily as one hand found itself already stroking his length, "I need to taste it, please, Zhongli," you whined, earning a smirk from the tall-statured archon as his hands wrapped around your cute little horns. Your claws dropped to hold his thighs as your gaze briefly flicked down to the tantalizing treat just inches from your nose.
"Open wide, (y/n)~"
Without so much as a word, your mouth opened and your forked tongue lolled out, hot strands of saliva making it all the more inviting. Zhongli grinned at the sight, pulling you by your horns to land your mouth over the throbbing tip of his cock before beginning to fuck your face, "Mmmh, good girl," he groaned in pleasure.
You never broke eye contact with him as he fucked deeper and deeper into your throat, though it was evident that you were as blissfully cock-drunken as you could get at the moment. The way your tongue traced every vein, every dip, every curve, the way your lips sucked so eagerly with each pull he made out of your throat, only to reward him with a breathless, slutty moan as he bucked back into your mouth, the way tears welled in the corners of your eyes and drool made messy trails down your chin- it made it so, so hard for him to not pin you down and fuck you without mercy right then and there.
Your grip on Zhongli's thighs intensified and your whimpering moans became more frequent as he pulled your horns harder and sped up, his head tilting back as he grunted with bliss, "Mmh, (y/n), your throat is so tight around me..." Zhongli growled, his cock twitching as the thrusts gradually became erratic, "Be a good little girl and swallow every last bit of my cum," he shakily said between merciless thrusts. You nodded and he managed a couple more rough thrusts before pushing your head all the way down his impressive length, filling your mouth with his hot seed. You couldnt help but to gag as Zhongli's throbbing tip hit the back of your throat, but you fought against the sensation and sucked the last remnants of his salty nectar out of his still twitching member, swallowing all of it just as he commanded.
Zhongli kept himself inside your mouth for a few moments more, gazing down as though to memorize the incredibly lewd, satisfied face you were making. He eventually pulled his hips back, a steaming strand of saliva webbing from your drool-laden lips to the tip of his still hard cock. You panted, your heart racing and your belly full, and looked up to him. He crouched down, wiping tears from your eyes and slobber from your lips with a sadistic smirk painted across his lips.
"My, my, (y/n). You were such a good girl for me," He cooed, leaning in closer to lick the now dry, salty tear trail from your cheek. The way his long, forked tongue swiped over your face made your core throb- and Zhongli took notice. His hands dangerously roamed your thighs and he leaned into your fluffy dragon ear, his voice husky and low.
"Now, you must agree, its only fair that i get to do a taste test as well~"
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imaginedisish · 1 year
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Graceland Too (Din Djarin x fem!Reader)
A/N: Hi everyone!!! Wowowow am I active this week LOL (fyi this is a re-upload. Decided to proofread one more time bc I uploaded at like 2AM last night). Here is a little sick fic I wrote for my friend who isn’t feeling too great (hope you’re feeling okay <3). The fic is heavily based around “Graceland Too” by Phoebe Bridgers but it is also inspired by “oh baby” by LCD Soundsystem. Highly suggest giving those a listen. Anyway, requests are open. Enjoy!
Summary: You’re terribly sick, but one night and one fever dream might just change everything for you and Din. 
Warnings: SMUT! 18+, Praise kink (imo at least), oral (f!receiving), fingering, reader is sick, Jedi!Reader (it’s like I only know how to write Din x Jedi!readers I stg), idiots/friends to lovers, pining, mentions of death/major violence (canon typical I'd say), cursing, probably some grammar stuff....that’s it I think. 
Word Count: 3,018
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The wind is cold as it slices you in half, but you feel overwhelmingly hot, clammy even. Sweat dribbles down your forehead as you tread across the rocks beneath your feet. Blaster shots ring out in the distance.
You struggle to pick up your pace, your boots sticking to the ground as you try to put one foot in front of the other.
“Mando!” You call out, remembering not to use his real name.  Fog covers the ground, filling the air at an excruciatingly quick rate. You’d never be able to find him in this. You call out to him again, but there’s no answer. You’d take a grunt or even a groan at this point.
Then there’s a disembodied, brittle voice coming from behind you.
“Looking for him?” It’s grating, nasally. You’d recognize it anywhere.
You turn around frantically, practically giving yourself whiplash.
“Bo Katan.” Your voice is low, hushed. Din’s body is limp on the ground, being held up on his knees by the woman in front of you. There’s a smirk on her face. She has the darksaber in her hand…
And it’s at Din’s throat.
“Let him go,” You plead. You go to grab your lightsaber, a blaster, something, anything at your utility belt, but there’s nothing there. You have no defense, just your words. “You got what you came for, you have the darksaber.”
She scoffs, shaking her head, her smirk widening. “I haven’t finished the job yet. I still have to kill you and your Mandalorian.”
Your eyes widen with fear, blurring with tears. “No please, please don’t hurt him.” Your voice croaks as you choke back sobs.
“Too late.” She moves the darksaber from his throat, plunging it into his chest with one fatal swoop.
“DIN!” You scream, crashing down to your knees next to him.
“I’m here mesh’la…” He whispers, but it doesn’t sound like he’s next to you, he’s somewhere off in the distance. His husky voice calls out your name.
“I’m right here.” He repeats himself. Your eyes force themselves open as you shove your palms into the bed to push yourself up. You almost hit your head on the top of the bunk in the process, but Din stops you before you can, his cold, gloved hands coming up to your shoulders. “It was just a nightmare.” His voice is honeyed, gentle.
You look to your left to see him standing at your side, armor off, helmet on.
“M’sorry,” You mutter, rubbing your eyes. You feel like absolute shit, worse than yesterday. Your skin is so hot that it threatens to burn a hole in Din’s gloves. You choke down a cough, the sensation vibrating painfully against your already pounding head. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”
You had been sick for a few days now, and Din was doing everything by himself: the ship’s maintenance, the flying, the hunting, taking care of Grogu, and taking care of you. Now, to make matters worse, you had woken him up. You know he doesn’t get enough rest to begin with. You feel like a burden – and not just in this moment, always. You were a danger to yourself, to Din, to Grogu; a force wielding ex-Jedi, ex-Empire captive wanted by anyone and everyone. And yet, he had let you into his little clan of two with open arms. Now he was here, caring for you. You could’ve gone home, made a place for yourself in the New Republic, continued your Jedi training, but you didn’t.
You met Din. And you felt so, so guilty for the repercussions of your meeting.  
You part your lips, ready to usher him back to bed, to apologize again. But Din doesn’t leave room for you to protest. “Don’t apologize, please.” He shushes you, taking off a glove and pressing the back of his hand against your forehead. You hum lightly under his touch. He feels like ice against your blazingly hot skin.
“Your hand…” You trail off, struggling to speak, “feels good.”
Your hoarse voice sounds like nothing more than a set of incoherent mumblings, but Din seems to understand every syllable. He chuckles shortly and softly, as if the laugh was only meant to be heard by you. “That’s ‘cause you’re warmer now than you were yesterday.” He flips his hand over so that his palm rests against your skin. His forefingers and thumb rub gently at your temples, working tirelessly at your raging headache.
With his free hand, he reaches down for something you can’t quite see. Seconds later he’s holding two pills in front of your face. You immediately take them from him, no questions asked. Whatever it was, you’d take it. This was absolutely unbearable, and the constant fever dreams certainly didn’t help. You swallow the pills with no hesitation, and Din brings a metal cup to your lips.
“Drink,” is all he says, and you do.  You take the cup from his hands, the cold water rushing down your throat, temporarily easing the pain you feel there. Din apprehensively settles his arm on your waist. “This okay?” He asks, a slight shake in his voice. You nod in response, smiling appreciatively.
“Thank you,” You whisper, tilting your head to the side with affection. You swallow harshly, clearing your throat. “You can go back to sleep now if you want. I’ll be okay.”
But Din doesn’t flinch, he doesn’t move at all. He ignores your permission to leave completely. “What dream did you have this time?”
You shudder, remembering what you had seen just moments ago. Din instantly takes account of the look on your face, his grip on your waist tightening, stabilizing you, keeping you tethered to reality – to him.
You draw in a deep breath, practically coughing up your lungs in the process. “Bo Katan, s-she,” You stutter, your eyes shutting tightly in between words. You could still see it. It was ingrained in your brain, burnt into the grooves, sowed in between every empty space. You can still feel her. It was so real. “She had the darksaber and she…” But you can’t finish. Your vision is blurry, your surroundings morphing into an amalgamation of streaks of light and grey metallic colors. You blink and a few cool tears drip down your searing cheeks.
“Hey,” Din coos, his helmet inching closer towards your face, his hands still glued around your waist and atop your forehead. “I’ve got you now. It was just a nightmare. Nothing’s gonna hurt you, mesh’la, nothing.”
You cough out a laugh. “Nothing except a red-haired Mandalorian and whatever this fever is.”
But Din shakes his head. “Not if I can help it.” It isn’t until those words fall from his lips that you realize how close he is to you, how intimate this moment is. His armor is long gone, and you can see the outline of his muscles in his shoulders and arms, his deltoids, his triceps, underneath his flight suit.
“I would…” He trails off, a tremble obviously present in his voice. His confidence has completely disappeared. The vulnerability of the moment makes your head spin faster than it already is. You watch his chest rise and fall, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. You hear him suck in a sharp breath through his vocoder. “I would do anything for you.”
Anything. He would do anything? For you?
Your heart beats rapidly, threatening to combust against your ribs as Din’s hand on your forehead slides down to your cheek. You’ve forgotten your fever at this point, forgotten your headache, your sore throat. All you feel now is Din, his thumb grazing against your cheek, his fingers ghosting along the exposed slit of skin between the hemline of your shirt and the waistline of your shorts.
You want to keep him here, to ask him to hang on to you all night long, but you don’t know if you have the courage to ask. You close your eyes, inhaling through your nose, gathering your words before they spill from your lips. “Would you…” Your voice fades out, evaporating into silence, unable to finish your sentence.
“Anything,�� Din’s modulated voice echoes against the walls of the bunk. “Say the word and it’s yours. Whatever you want, cyare.”
Fuck. He really means anything. Whatever you want.
“Would you stay…with me?” It’s a garbled, incomprehensible mess of a question, but as always, Din knows what’s on your mind better than you do.
Din nods immediately. “Of course.” It’s short, but certainly not curt. Those two words say far more than what they mean. “I have to let go of you for just a second, but I’ll be right back, I promise.” Ever the caretaker, Din Djarin. Eternally putting others before himself. It makes your heart pang in your chest, your breath catching in your throat.
He hesitates a moment before finally letting go of you, his hands brushing over your skin for a few extra seconds, stealing time that had already been borrowed. He slips deeper into the hull. You hear him press a few buttons in the distance, and then with a sudden flick, the lights of the hull go out. Darkness fills the room, and you can hear Din shuffling back towards the bunk.
There’s a click and a hiss, and then the sound of metal falling onto metal. Din had taken his helmet off. It wasn’t the first time he had done this. You occasionally found yourself in his bunk, clinging to him for warmth when you were on a particularly cold planet or when the Crest’s heating system had broken down, but it was rare.
“Should you keep it on?” You ask as Din pushes the covers of the bed down. You feel the mattress dip as he slides into the bunk. “I’m still sick, you know.” The last thing you wanted was to make Din feel the way you feel right now. You didn’t want him to get hurt. You had to protect him, too.
You don’t realize how close he is to you until you feel his breath fan across your lips. “No.” It’s a whisper, barely audible. “Wanna make you feel safe.”
“But-,”
He cuts you off. “It’s worth the risk.”
You were worth the risk.
The darkness isn’t so scary when he’s next to you. You close your eyes, listening closely to his unmodulated breaths. His arm snakes up your body, coming to rest around your waist, in the exact spot he was in before.
“Din?” You call out in the darkness. You inch forward a bit, unexpectedly bumping your nose into his. The sudden touch, the proximity, it’s all becoming too much for you to bear.
“Yes, cyare?” His voice is husky, low, rough.
You can’t even remember what it was you were going to ask him. All you can think about is how close he is, how his fingers graze over your stomach, how his breath ghosts over your cheeks, how much you want him to kiss you.
Maker, you want him to kiss you. Would he if you asked him to? Was that under the category of, anything?
“Cyare?” He’s concerned. You can hear it in the way the pet name plays on his lips, hanging around in the air longer than normal.
“I-I,” You stutter. Was now really the time to do this, to confess your feelings to Din? “I don’t know what to say.” It was true, maybe a little too true. “I just, I like you Din.”
He chuckles. Maker, it sounds so much better without his helmet. “I like you too, cyar’ika.” He’s unserious, carefree.
“No,” You mumble. You feel like a child, a padawan once again, not knowing how to communicate or to feel. “Not like that. M-more than that.” You wish you could see the look on his face, to gauge what he was feeling.
Silence takes hold of the bunk. Shit. Too much. Too much too soon. I shouldn’t have-
And then, like always, Din reads your mind. His lips come crashing down onto yours. The kiss is reckless, frenzied, deep. He molds against you, as if he was always meant to fit here. You almost regret not doing something sooner. You think, maybe you’ve wasted valuable time that you could’ve already spent with this side of him. But you know you’ve lived through everything you’ve been through, just to get to this very moment, to feel his lips taking yours, his tongue sliding along your lower lip, seeking permission to explore more of you. You part your mouth, gladly accepting his invitation.
His hand at your waist travels lower, resting along the inside of your thigh. You moan against his lips at the touch. You can feel your wetness growing between your legs, the pulsing of your core. You instinctively try to press your thighs together, searching for some sort of friction, but Din stops you, using his hand to keep your legs spread wide for him.
His fingers tread achingly slow up your inner thigh, teasing you, his nails softly scratching against your exposed skin. Din’s hand finally lands on top of your clothed cunt, his thumb tracing circles into the overly sensitive spot. You’re trembling under his touch as he presses harder into where you need him most.
“S-shit,” You mutter. “Feels s-so good.”
Din swallows harshly. “Wanna taste you, mesh’la. Bet you taste so good.” Desire coats his voice. His hand slips away from your heat and you groan at the loss of contact. He finds the waistline of your shorts, tugging a bit, searching for permission.
“Please, wanna feel you,” You whimper. And that’s all he needs. Din drags your shorts and panties down your legs. You’re not sure where they end up, but you can’t be bothered to care.
Din presses light kisses against your inner thigh, his stubble scratching lightly against your skin, until he finally reaches your core. His tongue begins to explore your folds, pushing through before finally settling on your clit.
“D-Din!” You cry out as he takes the sensitive bud into his mouth, sucking roughly. “Fuck, feels s’good.” Your words slur and your eyes blur as he laps at you.
“Tastes so good, so fucking sweet.” The vibrations of Din’s voice against your clit pushes you closer to the edge. You were already practically there.
He brings a finger to your folds, spreading your slick before sinking deep inside of you. The sensation coaxes a moan from your lips, and Din takes this as a sign to add another finger. He gives you a moment to adjust to him before pulling out and crashing back into you. He’s pushing further inside you as he takes you on his tongue. Nothing else matters, and nothing else will ever be the same.  
“Doing so good for me, sweet girl,” He soothes, his tongue swirling around your clit as his fingers thrust in and out of your entrance. “You sound so pretty when you say my name.”
“Din.” It’s a whisper, a plea. More, please, more. “Don’t stop. Fuck.” His free hand glides under your shirt, pushing your bra up and out of the way. He takes a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching lightly, rolling the nub around before switching to the other. He squeezes softly, luring you closer to your breaking point.
“Taking me so good, being such a good girl,” Din groans. You throw your head back against the pillow. His words alone were enough to drive you mad. “Gonna make you come, gonna give you whatever you want, mesh’la.”
His name rolls off your tongue. You’re unsure of where it starts and where it ends, whispering it over and over again like you’re trying to commit this moment to some eternal memory.
His tongue presses harder into your clit, his fingers pumping faster, deeper inside of you. You couldn’t hold back anymore. You were right there, your walls tightening around Din’s fingers.
“Din I’m gonna-,” But it’s impossible to get the words out. You’re a bleating mess underneath him.
“That’s it, come for me, pretty girl. Wanted this for so long,” His praises, his confessions, send you over the edge, searing heat spreading across every inch of your body. “You’re so beautiful, so perfect for me.” You can feel yourself shattering under his touch, your walls fluttering around him.
“F-fuck Din,” You whimper, riding out your high. Din slowly laps at your swollen clit, his fingers gently pumping in and out of you a few more times before pulling out. You feel empty without them. “N-need more. Need to feel you.” You can’t help but beg. It wasn’t enough. You wanted all of him, needed all of him.  
“Not tonight, cyar’ika,” Din breathes as he finds his way back next to you. “Don’t wanna push you too far. You’re sick, don’t forget. I promised I wouldn’t let anything happen to you, remember?” There’s a faint laugh in his voice, a certain genuine happiness that you can’t wait to hear more of.
“Tomorrow?” You ask, shifting so that your head rests against his chest.
“As long as you’re feeling better…” He trails off for a second, mulling his words over in his head before continuing, “I’ll do anything you want me to.” You know there’s a smile tugging at his lips, you can hear it. It makes your heart flutter in your chest. “Get some rest, okay?”
You nod your head, nestling even further into him. You wrap a leg around his waist, and he follows suit by wrapping his arms around you.
“Goodnight, Din.”
“Goodnight, mesh’la.”
No longer a danger to herself or others
She made up her mind and laced up her shoes…
Said she knows she lived through it to get to this moment
Ate a sleeve of saltines on my floor, and I knew then
I would do anything you want me to
I would do anything for you
I would do anything, I would do anything
Whatever you want me to do, I will do
I will do anything (whatever you want)
Whatever she wants (whatever you want)
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heartsoji · 1 year
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comforting you after getting a little insecure about your relationship
suna, bokuto, sakusa x reader (separate)
notes on sakusa's: he's aged up and his volleyball schedule is based off of an elite volleyball club schedule, so if his canonical schedule is different im sorryyy
warnings: reader insecurities, platonic hugs and cuddles w/ friends
notes: the one bolded word is the nickname for the character that reader uses :)
a/n: WOWOWOW omi getting 10 hrs of sleep i could never it's 1am rn
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s. rintaro & clinginess (reader goes to a diff school)
-you were clingy.
-and you knew that very well.
-however, you never felt bad about your clinginess. rin was big on physical touch, too.
-it wasn't until one of your friends pointed it out that you felt a teensy teensy bit of insecurity.
you engulfed your two friends in a big hug. "morning!"
the two looked at you and laughed. (not in a mean way) "morning, y/n-chan."
you walked between them with your arms around them and talked. you loved moments like these; just talking, enjoying each other's presences, and getting some love in the form of platonic touch. you loved these friends deeply, and you enjoyed every moment that you had with them. you also always wanted to feel loved as well as make them feel loved, and physical touch = your love language. not to mention, you got to hear all the gossip like this. it was great.
then, at some point, one of your friends pointed something out. "y/n-chan, do you have attachment issues?"
you were very taken aback. "what?"
"yeah, she probably does. she always needs to be between us or something. definitely sounds like attachment issues." your other friend added teasingly.
you just laughed and said, "lowkey yeah i guess." and continued the conversation.
although the comment was half-joking and you had brushed it off, it was enough to start overthinking any touch that you had with anyone.
where you'd usually give your friend a quick pinch to the sides to greet and scare her, you instead screamed "BOO!"
you immediately backed off when you realized you gave one of your friends a hug out of instinct and habit, not wanting to come off as clingy.
you opted to sit on the other side of the table when you were studying in the library with your friend, worried that she might think it was weird how you wanted to platonically cuddle while studying.
though these were subtle changes, you really started to get into your head.
when you met up with rin after school, you opted for a "hi rin!" instead of a "RIIIIIIN!" and a big running hug. he noticed this change, but said nothing.
when he tried to grab your hand to walk together, you held his loosely, which was different from your usual pulsing grip. you liked to give his hand squeezes. you didn't know why, but it was just reassuring to you. but you didn't do it. didn't wanna come off as clingy or too attached or anything.
when you watched a movie together, you sat next to him instead of cuddling with him.
when you started crying during the movie, you held his hand instead of engulfing him in a huge hug.
rin took note of all of it.
he wasn't sure if it was significant enough to mention, but something about this situation had a weird vibe to it, so he brought it up as casually as possible.
"you've been less touchy today." rin mentioned as you two walked home.
you froze. he noticed?
"i-i guess so?" casual. keep it casual.
he picked up on the uncertainty in your voice straight away. "what's wrong?"
"nothing!" you tried your best to sound cheerful.
he raised an eyebrow at you.
"w-well, it's just that my friend mentioned that im kinda always on your arm and asked if i had attachment issues or something. i didn't like let it get in my head or anything, but i just kinda noticed that she's sorta right. thought id try giving you some space, you know?" you rambled. as you let it all out, tears formed in your eyes. oh gosh. he would definitely think that you were overreacting. you tried hiding your face so that he wouldn't see them, but it was too late.
rin wasted no time in engulfing you in the biggest hug and pressing kisses all over your neck.
you could feel your cheeks heating up.
"don't stop.. being all clingy and touchy and stuff. its cute and i love it."
he took a deep breath. he never was very good at talking about emotions. "i love.. everything about you. including your attachment issues."
to anyone else, nothing about rin's expression when he said that was weird. it was the same deadpan expression that he always wore. the stoic, cold, distant one.
but you knew him well. in his eyes, you saw a tenderness and love that he could only look at you with. the tenderness and love that meant "i mean it." no filter, no bs, no false comfort. the truth.
there's no doubt in your mind. you're not thinking about how he's just saying that, or how he finds this little conversation annoying and insignificant. all you're thinking about is how lucky you are to be with someone like rin. you hug him back as a few tears of relief and love fall. with a smile and tears in your eyes, you reply.
"same here."
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b. koutaro & another girl
-your relationship with bokkun was pretty new
-you had been friends for maybe 4 months or so before you two started dating for a month now, but you had an instant connection and became good friends very quickly.
-however, you had always felt that because you hadn't even know bokkun for half a year yet, there were a lot of things that you didn't know about him.
his friends, tendencies and habits, etc.
-you were never shy around him because of that, though. it was hard to be with his personality.
-you accepted that there were a lot of things that you didn't know about bokkun, but you loved him and he loved you, so you constantly reassured yourself that you would always continue to get to know him.
-but one day, you felt yourself getting pretty worked up about something.
"bokkun!" you exclaimed as you ran up to him. it was finally time to have lunch, so you were excited to eat together and talk.
you stopped. talking to him beside him was a girl with long, jet black hair and big amber eyes. she had long, thick eyelashes and full, plump lips. her milky white skin didn't have a single blemish. she had a small, v-shaped face and a nice ass. to sum it up, she was possibly the prettiest girl you had ever seen.
who is she and why is she talking to bokkun? wait. no no no. don't overthink it. she's probably just a classmate or something. no need to worry about it. you thought to yourself.
but then, she placed her hand on his bicep and gave him a cute smile. you could read her lips. "bokuto-san, this is very impressive! you must work very hard at volleyball!" or something. seriously, who is that?
when she did that, bokkun didn't shove her off. he just kept talking as if nothing unusual was going on. as if a girl that wasn't his girlfriend wasn't clinging onto his beefy biceps.
you felt tears well up in your eyes. he wasn't even shoving her off. did he not care about you?
you wiped your tears and walked up to him.
"bokuto." you said coldly. you were seriously hurt. how could he do this to you? you really thought that this relationship would go somewhere.
at the use of his normal last name, his hair drooped. were you mad? what did he do?
"what did i-" he began.
"can we talk?" you interrupted, glaring at the girl before pulling him away.
you led him to a quiet area in the courtyard where you wouldn't cause a big fuss.
"bokuto." you started sharply. "who the hell was that girl?"
his hair drooped even further. you were definitely mad. why, though? "a.. classmate? her name's takahiro. uh.. takahiro mika. we're.. working on a group project together. he answered nervously. the air was thick with tension and he didn't like it one bit.
"do you realize," you began, "that that CLASSMATE of yours was flirting with you? she literally grabbed your BICEP MUSCLES, bo. and you didn't even tell her to let go! you just kept talking as if that was normal! you have a girlfriend! me! do i not matter to you?" you exclaimed. you were talking pretty quickly, and you could barely understand yourself, but you didn't care. you were pissed.
"huh?" bokkun said, confusion and a slight bit of happiness due to the return of a nickname lacing his tone. "she was just commenting on my hard work for volleyball, though?"
it took him another few seconds to think about what you had said. he now understood that maybe you didn't want him touching other girls, which was perfectly normal and understandable! he would avoid that in the future.
that was when his brain finally caught up. you were talking so quickly that it took him a second to catch up. did you really just ask if you didn't matter to him? of course you did! you're the freaking love of his life, after all! (leave it to bokuto to get carried away with the whole "life" thing.)
"woah woah woah!" he screamed.
you jumped. what was with the sudden surge of emotion.
he grabbed you in his arms, picked you up in the air, and twirled you around before peppering kisses all over your face.
"of! *kiss* course! *kiss* you! *kiss* matter! *kiss* to! *kiss* me!" he cried.
he stared at you dead in the eye. "don't even think about that. i love you so, so much. i'm sorry if what happened made you uncomfortable. i'll make sure to try to pick up on when she might be flirting with me. i love you so much, ok? never forget that. ok? i LOVE YOU. i love you, l/n y/n."
you giggled. you got all worked up over him just being a guy who's concerningly dense. he didn't even realize that she was flirting, and thought that she was just being friendly.
"sorry for getting so mad. i love you too." you said, still in his arms.
"nonsense! i'm sorry for making you feel bad. this won't happen again! i promise!"
you sighed in contentment. bokuto koutaro was a man that you honestly hadn't known for very long. but what did that matter? you loved him, and he loved you. he's dense, stupid, idiotic, and friendly to a fault. but that's just part of what makes him so cute and special. because he's also loving, caring, loyal, affectionate, and the sweetest gentleman you've ever met.
even if the two of you hit some bumps on the road, you know that you'll be able to fix it somehow, as long as you're together.
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s. kiyoomi & time for two
-you knew going into this relationship with professional athlete sakusa kiyoomi would mean that he would have to dedicate a lot of time to volleyball. you understood that, and were supportive! you were proud of him for pursuing his passion, and the muscle he gained from it was a nice bonus.
-even with his demanding schedule, omi always made time for the two of you. even though he wasn't the best at expressing his emotions, he worked towards being more affectionate and spending quality time with you.
-in fact, every friday, the two of you would wash up in the shower, get all cozy and ready for bed, then settle on the couch for some cuddling and a movie. neither of you loved extreme outdoorsy dates, so you two were more than happy to do this. it was chill and relaxing, and it was the highlight of your week. you two usually ending up falling asleep on the couch, snuggled in each others arms.
-but even though he worked so hard to make time for you, it didn't always work out.
he was late.
omi was supposed to be home 45 minutes ago, but he still wasn't home. he wasn't responding to any of your calls or texts either, and you were starting to get worried. his dinner was getting cold.
you wait another 15 minutes. he still isn't home and its been an hour.
you wait an additional 10 minutes.
then 10 minutes turn to 20, and 20 into 30.
and a whole 2 hours later, he still isn't home.
finally, 2 hours and 46 minutes after he was supposed to be home, the front door opens.
"hey y/n.." he groans, obviously very exhausted. "im so sorry that im so late. we have a really big tournament this weekend so they're going extra hard on us."
"that's ok, omi." you reply. you know that his volleyball career is very important, and you don't want to get in the way of that. "have some dinner! you must be hungry."
"thanks, babe."
you were hoping to sit and talk for awhile, but omi finished as fast as he could and practically sprinted upstairs to shower. he needed at least 10 hours of sleep for his practice tomorrow.
you went to bed touch-starved and a bit lonely.
the next day, you were hoping to talk with omi about your day and also about his. you hadn't gotten to talk much last night, so you were really hoping for a chance to catch up.
however, he came home late once again, and went to bed early once again.
you knew that omi was trying his best to get home and that he didn't feel good about leaving you alone, but he couldn't help it sometimes. this upcoming tournament would be one of the most important ones in a 5-month span, so he needed to go the extra mile. you understood this. you always had. you needed to be extra supportive in times like these, in fact. still, it would be hard for you when the same pattern repeated over the course of wednesday and thursday.
on friday, you were having the worst day possible.
your boss was in a terrible mood today and fired one of your closer co-workers, a different co-worker dumped half of his work on you with little warning, you burnt your hand making dinner, and you were having a huge fight with one of your best friends.
all you wanted was one of your omi-y/n-shower-movie-cuddle sessions. you were exhausted and quite frankly on the verge of tears.
however, omi did not come home on time. he came home 3 hours later than he was supposed to and you were about to cry about it.
when he finally burst through the door, tired but guilty about the situation, you just gave him a huge hug.
he was startled by the suddenness of it, but he embraced you back.
and then he asked you the worst question you can ever hear when you're trying your best not to cry.
"hey, is everything ok?"
you burst into tears immediately. the frustration, exhaustion, anger, annoyance, and loneliness you had been experiencing this past week all flooded out and onto omi's shirt. you didn't answer, merely crying and squeezing him close.
he was alarmed, to say the least.
he tried his best not to panic, but you could feel his heartbeat pounding faster.
"can we.. cuddle and talk it out?" he asked. he knew that you needed someone to talk to, and he also knew that you felt most comfortable when cuddling. he figured this was probably the best way to make you feel safe and seen.
you nodded, tears still flowing. he then picked you up and walked over to the couch and sat the two of you down.
"so.. uh, what's wrong, love?" he asked. he really, really, really didn't wanna make you uncomfortable and prod when you didn't want to tell him, but he was also concerned for you.
"i just.." you started, "i don't know! i know that your job is super demanding and im so proud to be dating a literal pro athlete! but i don't know, sometimes im just sad that we can't spend more time together. and i had such a bad day at work today and i was honestly really looking forward to our special friday shower-movie-cuddle session because after such a hard, draining, day, it would've been just what i needed! and you've been coming home so late and not talking to me that i just feel like.. i don't even know! and the worst part is that i know that you're doing your best and that it's hard for you to get us time with your schedule! i know you're trying your hardest! and it just makes me feel like a horrible person to feel these things when you're trying your best and im just like.. invalidating your hard work or something! and it's just like, are we ok?" you ranted, more tears falling with every word spoken. you hadn't meant to let it all out like that. your intention was to gently talk about what was going on, or not even have this discussion. omi was probably bored and annoyed, too. this was the worst.
however, omi was in fact not bored and annoyed. he patiently listened to your rant, paying attention to each word that fell off your tongue. when he was sure you were done, he pulled you in tight.
"i'm so, so sorry love." he said gently, holding you close. "i should've made more time for you. it's not your fault at all, so don't even think about that. it's my fault for coming home so late and spending so little time with you."
he grabbed your face and looked you in your red, bloodshot, teary eyes. "i love you. a lot. i don't really know what im doing when it comes to relationship-y type stuff, but one thing i do know is this. i. love. you. so so much."
"so.." you started, "shower-movie-cuddle?"
he chuckled. he had to get to bed and get 10 hours of sleep, but he would have to make do. "lets go." he swooped you up to carry you to the shower.
yeah. you thought to yourself, cuddled up in his arms. we're ok.
𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒, 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃
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sintiva · 8 months
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wowowow i’m obsessed with bae
lumberjack!reiner enjoys seeing you enjoy things that he makes for you. it strokes his ego and keeps him doing everything right. acts of service and gift giving are his most honorable love languages, and this time around he decided to learn how to make sap. he spent forever scouring the internet for youtube videos, recipes and endless steps that taught him the correct steps for extracting syrup. he had to make sure it was done correctly, since he was doing it for his special partner.
drilling the holes in the right spots of the trunk, getting the buckets prepped and making sure that spiles were tapped in enough to the point where they weren’t too deep into the tree or else the whole process would fall through. he kept it a little secret too, for minutes at a time he’d disappear beyond the wood line and come back with a smile on his face and buckets filled with contents you wondered about. when he finally made the syrup he was so proud of himself he was eager to let you try it. he couldn’t contain his excitement the morning he decided it’d be perfect to let you try.
so i’m thinking he makes you try it on various things. pancakes, over oats, on sausage, whatever. it’s the perfect consistency and so sweet, you praise his creation. when you kiss him there’s a little extra on his lip and you can taste it, you suck it off, and lick his bottom lip to make sure it’s all gone, “i think it taste best on you.” you smile and take the syrup wand in your hand and smooth some more over his lips, he chuckles his voice filled with rasp as he massages your belly, “you think so?”. you suck it off his lips again, slower, more sensually. he groans, head feeling light as he grows enthralled with your greed. he pulls away for a moment, catching his breath, not ignoring how you wiggle around in your seat. how you’ve ended up closer, one leg thrown over his lap fingers latching onto his pants, purring against him as he peers with adoration, you’re so adorable when you find something you like.
“mhm, can i get some more…?” you ask, quietly stirring the syrup. somehow the wand wnds up on his collarbones and you’re sucking every bit of it off his neck. the blood rushes to each spot, leaving behind bright red hickies. and a just a little more sucking and reiner can feel himself twitching in his pant. pre cum slowly dripping out of his cock, leaking onto his thigh. he whispers something that sounds half desperate and needy. his face burns hot red, you’ve been sucking all over his body for too long, every inch of him is aroused. his nipples are hard and you can feel them as your hands. find purchase against his chest. “what’d you say, baby?” you release his skin with a pop, your lips are so puffy and wet. “if you keep sucking me up like that i’ll….” he goes quiet. his thighs shake when you dip down and lightly bite on his nipple, “you’ll what, honey?”
you grab the wand for the nth time, and drizzle some all over his chest. you dip down and kiss and suck at every inch of him. when your knees hit the floor, your leaving your mark behind. sucking every but of syrup of his abs, he gives you head pats, and encourages you on, “you like sucking me up, huh?”
“you like getting sucked up.” and that he can’t deny, because he knew that if he didn’t stand up and take care of things in the bathroom, you would’ve been stuck sucking him up for hours and hours, cause your fully capable.
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nyxthejinx · 10 months
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ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅ 1 | ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴡᴀʟᴋ
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Wowowow another short and cryptic chapter!! If it doesn't make sense it means it's working :) it will- in due time. For now I just wanna smooch my loves 😔
[ ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ ] You're not part of the script, they must get rid of you. But will the Hunters become the hunted once your true nature is revealed?
[ ᴛᴡ ] talking about dying in the beginning with some graphic description (lots of nihilism on reader's part), generic description of blood, smoking, Kafka lil kissie mwah, lemme know if I'm forgetting anything (it's 5 am 🙃) finally baby Blade enters the scene!!!
[ ꜰᴛ. ] Kafka x GN!Reader x Blade
[ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ] 718
ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ | ᴊᴏɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ!
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ʏᴏᴜ’ᴠᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ.
If it wore a sword’s, a knife’s or a gun’s clothes. If it appeared as a bottomless pit, staring at the depths of existence, or if it looks like the ground inching closer the more you lose altitude.
You think of sidereal space and the cold it harbours, of those fifteen to thirty seconds necessary to run out of oxygen, of those twelve to twenty-six hours it takes for the body heat to disperse, in the lack of atmosphere.
You imagine how it would be to be torn apart, choked, burned, have your flesh chewed to its bones. You imagine a pain that finally ceases, once the body has been slaughtered.
Going to sleep without the risk of waking up again: you project the image in your mind.
Before Kafka bursts your little bubble, dragging you back into the elevator.
“Your death will not be vain, Drifter. It serves for a greater cause."
She smiles in the corner of your eye, pristine and serene as if she wasn’t asking —ordering— you to die for her cause. Kafka is an amazing dancer when it comes to sticking to the choreography, lest the outcome steer away from what her master foresees.
No matter what it takes. Who it takes: the script has been set in stone already.
Too bad death is the last of your concerns, and so are her empty, poorly crafted words.
“I don’t really care.” You shrug.
Kafka’s brows shoot up in mild surprise, but she’s chuckling the next second already. Her eyes wrinkle at the sides, her shoulders shake gently— the radiant darkness of her soul glows brighter than ever and she’s just something else, straight out of this world.
“Are you mad at me?” She inquires, unfolding her arms to run a knuckle over your cheek.
Trying to process her words feels so impossible under her touch. Your feelings have long faded like cheap colours, brush strokes watered down by time, flowing into a grey puddle at your feet. There’s something stirring inside your chest, you know it- but how can you name it when your skin tingles and your knees go weak?
It’s not fair. But you lean in anyway, letting your eyes fall shut briefly. “Does it matter?”
“Not really, no.” She sighs. “Frilly words won’t change a thing, especially yours.”
“A kiss would, though.” You place a hand over hers, flutter your lashes gingerly. “I’d die with a silly grin on my face.”
“That can be arranged.”
Her smiling lips lock on yours, gentler than last time. There’s no love, no passion, no longing nor lust— it feels like a sorry kiss, a consolation prize, a sop to prevent rebellion. But it’s also one to be broken reluctantly, as both her hands drag you deeper by the jaw and trace your cheekbones with unexpected tenderness.
Maybe there was personal pleasure hiding behind her sense of duty, that night. But it ends all too soon and you will never tell.
Kafka leans back, cleaning the smeared gloss from the corner of your mouth. You glance at the panel in the elevator, see that you’ve almost reached the final destination.
If the Hunter is saddened, she doesn’t show it.
She's busier rummaging through the pocket of her coat now, as she pulls out a cigarette tin you know very well; it’s yours, just like the smoke she extends to your lips. You hold it gladly, waiting for her to light it.
“It wasn’t my choice.” Kafka whispers, voice delicate like the flame of your lighter.
Once the cigarette burns to life, you don't waste time— you inhale until your lungs are full of cloves with a hint of cinnamon, until it invades your senses and makes your mind dizzy in a way that never gets old. It tastes of memories you can’t remember, dreams yet to be dreamed, but most of all nostalgia you have no reason to experience.
"I know." You exhale eventually, as your shoulders sag. “Just remember me, even if it’s meaningless.”
Kafka smiles yet again, brushes your cheek as her other hand returns the two items to you. Inside the pocket above your heart.
And your lips quirk in the slightest, before the elevator stops at the floor where your blood will spill.
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"Another one like you, Bladie." Kafka ponders, staring at the merging skin of your freshly wounded neck.
The puddle growing at your knees and the crimson path staining your clothes would convince anyone that a life was taken, today.
But the iridescent purples and blues lining your blood tell another story.
The story of someone who's walked across this universe for many years. Centuries, millenniums even.
Someone just like him.
Who Blade sees smiling at him, as if his sword wasn't dripping with their blood.
"Not yet, so it seems."
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comforting you after getting a little insecure about your relationship
suna, bokuto, sakusa x reader (separate)
notes on sakusa's: he's aged up and his volleyball schedule is based off of an elite volleyball club schedule, so if his canonical schedule is different im sorryyy
warnings: reader insecurities, platonic hugs and cuddles w/ friends
notes: the one bolded word is the nickname for the character that reader uses :)
a/n: WOWOWOW omi getting 10 hrs of sleep i could never it's 1am rn
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s. rintaro & clinginess (reader goes to a diff school)
-you were clingy.
-and you knew that very well.
-however, you never felt bad about your clinginess. rin was big on physical touch, too.
-it wasn't until one of your friends pointed it out that you felt a teensy teensy bit of insecurity.
you engulfed your two friends in a big hug. "morning!"
the two looked at you and laughed. (not in a mean way) "morning, y/n-chan."
you walked between them with your arms around them and talked. you loved moments like these; just talking, enjoying each other's presences, and getting some love in the form of platonic touch. you loved these friends deeply, and you enjoyed every moment that you had with them. you also always wanted to feel loved as well as make them feel loved, and physical touch = your love language. not to mention, you got to hear all the gossip like this. it was great.
then, at some point, one of your friends pointed something out. "y/n-chan, do you have attachment issues?"
you were very taken aback. "what?"
"yeah, she probably does. she always needs to be between us or something. definitely sounds like attachment issues." your other friend added teasingly.
you just laughed and said, "lowkey yeah i guess." and continued the conversation.
although the comment was half-joking and you had brushed it off, it was enough to start overthinking any touch that you had with anyone.
where you'd usually give your friend a quick pinch to the sides to greet and scare her, you instead screamed "BOO!"
you immediately backed off when you realized you gave one of your friends a hug out of instinct and habit, not wanting to come off as clingy.
you opted to sit on the other side of the table when you were studying in the library with your friend, worried that she might think it was weird how you wanted to platonically cuddle while studying.
though these were subtle changes, you really started to get into your head.
when you met up with rin after school, you opted for a "hi rin!" instead of a "RIIIIIIN!" and a big running hug. he noticed this change, but said nothing.
when he tried to grab your hand to walk together, you held his loosely, which was different from your usual pulsing grip. you liked to give his hand squeezes. you didn't know why, but it was just reassuring to you. but you didn't do it. didn't wanna come off as clingy or too attached or anything.
when you watched a movie together, you sat next to him instead of cuddling with him.
when you started crying during the movie, you held his hand instead of engulfing him in a huge hug.
rin took note of all of it.
he wasn't sure if it was significant enough to mention, but something about this situation had a weird vibe to it, so he brought it up as casually as possible.
"you've been less touchy today." rin mentioned as you two walked home.
you froze. he noticed?
"i-i guess so?" casual. keep it casual.
he picked up on the uncertainty in your voice straight away. "what's wrong?"
"nothing!" you tried your best to sound cheerful.
he raised an eyebrow at you.
"w-well, it's just that my friend mentioned that im kinda always on your arm and asked if i had attachment issues or something. i didn't like let it get in my head or anything, but i just kinda noticed that she's sorta right. thought id try giving you some space, you know?" you rambled. as you let it all out, tears formed in your eyes. oh gosh. he would definitely think that you were overreacting. you tried hiding your face so that he wouldn't see them, but it was too late.
rin wasted no time in engulfing you in the biggest hug and pressing kisses all over your neck.
you could feel your cheeks heating up.
"don't stop.. being all clingy and touchy and stuff. its cute and i love it."
he took a deep breath. he never was very good at talking about emotions. "i love.. everything about you. including your attachment issues."
to anyone else, nothing about rin's expression when he said that was weird. it was the same deadpan expression that he always wore. the stoic, cold, distant one.
but you knew him well. in his eyes, you saw a tenderness and love that he could only look at you with. the tenderness and love that meant "i mean it." no filter, no bs, no false comfort. the truth.
there's no doubt in your mind. you're not thinking about how he's just saying that, or how he finds this little conversation annoying and insignificant. all you're thinking about is how lucky you are to be with someone like rin. you hug him back as a few tears of relief and love fall. with a smile and tears in your eyes, you reply.
"same here."
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b. koutaro & another girl
-your relationship with bokkun was pretty new
-you had been friends for maybe 4 months or so before you two started dating for a month now, but you had an instant connection and became good friends very quickly.
-however, you had always felt that because you hadn't even know bokkun for half a year yet, there were a lot of things that you didn't know about him.
his friends, tendencies and habits, etc.
-you were never shy around him because of that, though. it was hard to be with his personality.
-you accepted that there were a lot of things that you didn't know about bokkun, but you loved him and he loved you, so you constantly reassured yourself that you would always continue to get to know him.
-but one day, you felt yourself getting pretty worked up about something.
"bokkun!" you exclaimed as you ran up to him. it was finally time to have lunch, so you were excited to eat together and talk.
you stopped. talking to him beside him was a girl with long, jet black hair and big amber eyes. she had long, thick eyelashes and full, plump lips. her milky white skin didn't have a single blemish. she had a small, v-shaped face and a nice ass. to sum it up, she was possibly the prettiest girl you had ever seen.
who is she and why is she talking to bokkun? wait. no no no. don't overthink it. she's probably just a classmate or something. no need to worry about it. you thought to yourself.
but then, she placed her hand on his bicep and gave him a cute smile. you could read her lips. "bokuto-san, this is very impressive! you must work very hard at volleyball!" or something. seriously, who is that?
when she did that, bokkun didn't shove her off. he just kept talking as if nothing unusual was going on. as if a girl that wasn't his girlfriend wasn't clinging onto his beefy biceps.
you felt tears well up in your eyes. he wasn't even shoving her off. did he not care about you?
you wiped your tears and walked up to him.
"bokuto." you said coldly. you were seriously hurt. how could he do this to you? you really thought that this relationship would go somewhere.
at the use of his normal last name, his hair drooped. were you mad? what did he do?
"what did i-" he began.
"can we talk?" you interrupted, glaring at the girl before pulling him away.
you led him to a quiet area in the courtyard where you wouldn't cause a big fuss.
"bokuto." you started sharply. "who the hell was that girl?"
his hair drooped even further. you were definitely mad. why, though? "a.. classmate? her name's takahiro. uh.. takahiro mika. we're.. working on a group project together. he answered nervously. the air was thick with tension and he didn't like it one bit.
"do you realize," you began, "that that CLASSMATE of yours was flirting with you? she literally grabbed your BICEP MUSCLES, bo. and you didn't even tell her to let go! you just kept talking as if that was normal! you have a girlfriend! me! do i not matter to you?" you exclaimed. you were talking pretty quickly, and you could barely understand yourself, but you didn't care. you were pissed.
"huh?" bokkun said, confusion and a slight bit of happiness due to the return of a nickname lacing his tone. "she was just commenting on my hard work for volleyball, though?"
it took him another few seconds to think about what you had said. he now understood that maybe you didn't want him touching other girls, which was perfectly normal and understandable! he would avoid that in the future.
that was when his brain finally caught up. you were talking so quickly that it took him a second to catch up. did you really just ask if you didn't matter to him? of course you did! you're the freaking love of his life, after all! (leave it to bokuto to get carried away with the whole "life" thing.)
"woah woah woah!" he screamed.
you jumped. what was with the sudden surge of emotion.
he grabbed you in his arms, picked you up in the air, and twirled you around before peppering kisses all over your face.
"of! *kiss* course! *kiss* you! *kiss* matter! *kiss* to! *kiss* me!" he cried.
he stared at you dead in the eye. "don't even think about that. i love you so, so much. i'm sorry if what happened made you uncomfortable. i'll make sure to try to pick up on when she might be flirting with me. i love you so much, ok? never forget that. ok? i LOVE YOU. i love you, l/n y/n."
you giggled. you got all worked up over him just being a guy who's concerningly dense. he didn't even realize that she was flirting, and thought that she was just being friendly.
"sorry for getting so mad. i love you too." you said, still in his arms.
"nonsense! i'm sorry for making you feel bad. this won't happen again! i promise!"
you sighed in contentment. bokuto koutaro was a man that you honestly hadn't known for very long. but what did that matter? you loved him, and he loved you. he's dense, stupid, idiotic, and friendly to a fault. but that's just part of what makes him so cute and special. because he's also loving, caring, loyal, affectionate, and the sweetest gentleman you've ever met.
even if the two of you hit some bumps on the road, you know that you'll be able to fix it somehow, as long as you're together.
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s. kiyoomi & time for two
-you knew going into this relationship with professional athlete sakusa kiyoomi would mean that he would have to dedicate a lot of time to volleyball. you understood that, and were supportive! you were proud of him for pursuing his passion, and the muscle he gained from it was a nice bonus.
-even with his demanding schedule, omi always made time for the two of you. even though he wasn't the best at expressing his emotions, he worked towards being more affectionate and spending quality time with you.
-in fact, every friday, the two of you would wash up in the shower, get all cozy and ready for bed, then settle on the couch for some cuddling and a movie. neither of you loved extreme outdoorsy dates, so you two were more than happy to do this. it was chill and relaxing, and it was the highlight of your week. you two usually ending up falling asleep on the couch, snuggled in each others arms.
-but even though he worked so hard to make time for you, it didn't always work out.
he was late.
omi was supposed to be home 45 minutes ago, but he still wasn't home. he wasn't responding to any of your calls or texts either, and you were starting to get worried. his dinner was getting cold.
you wait another 15 minutes. he still isn't home and its been an hour.
you wait an additional 10 minutes.
then 10 minutes turn to 20, and 20 into 30.
and a whole 2 hours later, he still isn't home.
finally, 2 hours and 46 minutes after he was supposed to be home, the front door opens.
"hey y/n.." he groans, obviously very exhausted. "im so sorry that im so late. we have a really big tournament this weekend so they're going extra hard on us."
"that's ok, omi." you reply. you know that his volleyball career is very important, and you don't want to get in the way of that. "have some dinner! you must be hungry."
"thanks, babe."
you were hoping to sit and talk for awhile, but omi finished as fast as he could and practically sprinted upstairs to shower. he needed at least 10 hours of sleep for his practice tomorrow.
you went to bed touch-starved and a bit lonely.
the next day, you were hoping to talk with omi about your day and also about his. you hadn't gotten to talk much last night, so you were really hoping for a chance to catch up.
however, he came home late once again, and went to bed early once again.
you knew that omi was trying his best to get home and that he didn't feel good about leaving you alone, but he couldn't help it sometimes. this upcoming tournament would be one of the most important ones in a 5-month span, so he needed to go the extra mile. you understood this. you always had. you needed to be extra supportive in times like these, in fact. still, it would be hard for you when the same pattern repeated over the course of wednesday and thursday.
on friday, you were having the worst day possible.
your boss was in a terrible mood today and fired one of your closer co-workers, a different co-worker dumped half of his work on you with little warning, you burnt your hand making dinner, and you were having a huge fight with one of your best friends.
all you wanted was one of your omi-y/n-shower-movie-cuddle sessions. you were exhausted and quite frankly on the verge of tears.
however, omi did not come home on time. he came home 3 hours later than he was supposed to and you were about to cry about it.
when he finally burst through the door, tired but guilty about the situation, you just gave him a huge hug.
he was startled by the suddenness of it, but he embraced you back.
and then he asked you the worst question you can ever hear when you're trying your best not to cry.
"hey, is everything ok?"
you burst into tears immediately. the frustration, exhaustion, anger, annoyance, and loneliness you had been experiencing this past week all flooded out and onto omi's shirt. you didn't answer, merely crying and squeezing him close.
he was alarmed, to say the least.
he tried his best not to panic, but you could feel his heartbeat pounding faster.
"can we.. cuddle and talk it out?" he asked. he knew that you needed someone to talk to, and he also knew that you felt most comfortable when cuddling. he figured this was probably the best way to make you feel safe and seen.
you nodded, tears still flowing. he then picked you up and walked over to the couch and sat the two of you down.
"so.. uh, what's wrong, love?" he asked. he really, really, really didn't wanna make you uncomfortable and prod when you didn't want to tell him, but he was also concerned for you.
"i just.." you started, "i don't know! i know that your job is super demanding and im so proud to be dating a literal pro athlete! but i don't know, sometimes im just sad that we can't spend more time together. and i had such a bad day at work today and i was honestly really looking forward to our special friday shower-movie-cuddle session because after such a hard, draining, day, it would've been just what i needed! and you've been coming home so late and not talking to me that i just feel like.. i don't even know! and the worst part is that i know that you're doing your best and that it's hard for you to get us time with your schedule! i know you're trying your hardest! and it just makes me feel like a horrible person to feel these things when you're trying your best and im just like.. invalidating your hard work or something! and it's just like, are we ok?" you ranted, more tears falling with every word spoken. you hadn't meant to let it all out like that. your intention was to gently talk about what was going on, or not even have this discussion. omi was probably bored and annoyed, too. this was the worst.
however, omi was in fact not bored and annoyed. he patiently listened to your rant, paying attention to each word that fell off your tongue. when he was sure you were done, he pulled you in tight.
"i'm so, so sorry love." he said gently, holding you close. "i should've made more time for you. it's not your fault at all, so don't even think about that. it's my fault for coming home so late and spending so little time with you."
he grabbed your face and looked you in your red, bloodshot, teary eyes. "i love you. a lot. i don't really know what im doing when it comes to relationship-y type stuff, but one thing i do know is this. i. love. you. so so much."
"so.." you started, "shower-movie-cuddle?"
he chuckled. he had to get to bed and get 10 hours of sleep, but he would have to make do. "lets go." he swooped you up to carry you to the shower.
yeah. you thought to yourself, cuddled up in his arms. we're ok.
𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒, 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃
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Kinktober Day 18: Mirror, Mirror, On the Wall
Mirrors [Sal Fisher X GN!AfabReader] 
[Warnings: semi-rough sex, praise, fingering, , creampie, MINORS DNI]
[AN:  wowowow I wrote a kinda dom Sal for once? What is this, opposite day? 1391 words <3.]
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You feel his soft hands tracing your waist like you’re a fine piece of glass possibly subject to shattering if he’s not careful enough. Your hands are lovingly raking over his back as you stare into his pretty eyes. You’re mirroring the smile on his lips. 
Normally, travel lag would put you so far out of the mood that you wouldn’t really entertain the idea of letting him nestle between your legs, but this room was littered in mirrors. You and Sal had talked about having some fun when looking into them and well, with a mirror plastered on the ceiling, another facing your right side and another just behind the television at the foot of the bed, how could you resist? 
It feels like you can hardly contain your excitement for him. You want to tell him to hurry up, to move his hands just a little faster but you know that if you do, he won’t treat you sweetly at all. Sal doesn’t like being tested if he’s the one in charge, and oh goodness how you let him today. Heat rises to your cheeks when you feel his hands move down to your lips, his index and middle finger slowly pushing them apart. 
“You feel so warm,” he chuckles. “You’re so soft.” He glances downwards for a second when your thighs begin to close around his wrist. “None of that, baby,” he murmurs as his fingers just barely trace at the entrance. “Keep ‘em spread for me. Be good for me.” He says it with this grin, one that makes the butterflies in your stomach go feral. A part of you wants to fight the notion, maybe make him deal with a brat, but you obey him. Your heart is pounding and your hole is gushing with arousal from just his voice whispering sins wrapped as prayers that you don’t care much to tease him. 
You moan softly as his fingers finally push and sink deeper into your heat. “Oh fuck,” you mewl as you open your eyes for a second to watch his arms flex slightly through the mirrors. It almost feels like you’re not even seeing yourself or him. You watch as he pushes his wrist back and then slides another finger in, making you tense. “Sally,” you groan in deep pleasure. You squeeze your eyes shut and buck your hips upwards to meet his hand. Almost shamefully, you tear one of your hands from his back and reach between your legs to stimulate your clit when he stops all together. 
“I didn’t give you permission for that,” he says in a mock upset tone. “You really don’t want me to fuck you right now, huh?” He asks in a teasingly disappointed tone. Upon seeing your brief panic, he laughs and pulls your hand up. “You know better than to touch yourself when I haven’t given the all clear,” he tsks before pushing his fingers back in. “If you wanted me to touch your clit, you could have just asked.” 
With a burning heat plastered to your face, you look away and huff. “Please,” you mumble, “touch me there too.” 
“Where?” 
You sigh deeply. “... My clit.” 
“Good pet,” he grins. Sal wastes no time in working you harder. He spreads your legs once more and then rubs his thumb over your clit, swirling you slowly. He wants to tease you for just a moment before he presses harder, watching as you cry out for him and writhe beneath his touch. He chuckles softly and thrusts his fingers in just a little harder. He can feel you clenching around him, practically begging him to stuff you with something bigger. He almost can’t hold back either - in fact, his gaze gets lost from your body to your connected ones via the mirrors, and he blushes. Sal groans deeply when he feels you clench once more. “You gotta mind your manners,” he rambles as you roll your hips up a bit harder. 
“Sally, Sally, oh gods, Sally-!” You don’t care who might hear you when you arch your back. Gripping onto the sheets and locking your legs around his wrist and waist, you cum. Your cunt pulses and flutters on his fingers as the high washes over you like pure euphoria. You pant deeply, but still, you crave him. Your legs tremble when he slowly slides his fingers from your dripping hole. 
“You smell sweet too,” he notes with another grin. He brings his fingers up to his lips and part them, his pink tongue sliding over the digits to taste. He moans softly. “Gods, you’re addictive,” he praises softly as his other hand lovingly rubs your inner thighs. He pats you a few times before bringing you up for a kiss, something sweet and sincere to remind you how much he loves you. He watches as you shift around in the bed to trade places with him and press your face down into the mattress. 
Sal comes behind you and rubs the head of his cock on your entrance. “Watch the mirrors,” he says softly before slowly pressing into you. He watches with glee as your face contorts with pleasure. A low groan escapes his lips as he slowly ruts into you. “Tight,” he murmurs, “you’re so tight and warm.” 
You moan as you gush around him. Your hands are grasping tightly at the edges of the bed as you push back on him, feeling the softness of his abdomen as he works the speed up. “Sally,” you mewl once more as his lips find their way to your back. You watch him in the mirror as his reflection pounds into you. You melt into his touch as he kisses up your spine to the back of your neck. You can feel his long strands of blue hair drape over your heated flesh. 
You can hardly take your eyes off of your reflections. The swing of his hips paired with the feeling of his breath brushing your ear has you drunk in lust with him. When his hands find their way to blanket over yours, he squeezes hard and white knuckles you. You can feel his balls slap against your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge once again. “I can’t-oh gods, fuck- Sally I wanna cum!” You cry out. You’re already feeling so overstimulated from the first orgasm, and here he is about to fuck another one into you. 
“Then do it, baby,” he raspily replies. “Cum on my cock. Make those pretty sounds for me. Sing for me.” The pressure is getting heavier for him as well. His thrusts are damn near erratic as he presses you hard into the bed. He makes you look up every now and then so you can see him pound into you but he knows you can hardly see straight to begin with. His hand snakes down your abdomen to your clit where he presses it in time with his thrusts. “Come on, baby. Cum on my cock,” he encourages you as he feels you flutter around him. 
You cry out loudly before you feel his hand press your head down to muffle the scream that sounds out from your lips. Your cunt squeezes him tightly as you cum once again and let the white hot pleasure surround you like a thick cloud. Your heart pounds unbearably hard in your chest as he continues to roll his hips into you. “Sally, Sally, Sally,” you mumble in a mantra. 
“I’m-I’m gonna cum-” Sal’s teeth dig into your shoulder as he hilts deep inside of you. His balls rest flush against your clit as he cums deep inside of you, filling you to the brim with his hot, sticky cum. He moans softly as he does so, praising you the entire time. He’s mumbling a few things, rambling, really, as he continues to unload deep inside of you. He can hardly find the strength to move but watches your reflections with a dopey grin. “Y’see how pretty you are right now?” He hums softly as you slowly peel your face up from the bed. 
Overheated and a tad overstimulated, but so deeply drunk off of how he makes you feel, you giggle and nod slightly. “Yes,” you smile innocently as you push your hips back against him, making him grunt. 
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actuallynickels · 5 days
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Wowowow your voice for Belle is *really* soothing. You did such a good job for her!
Aw thank you!!
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egvpt1an996 · 7 months
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Andrew! Eduardo Saverin
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SUM: BRO IM SORRY BUT LIKE 😭 Imagine giving this man a hate handjob just to see him begging and whimpering ‼���‼️ Like wowowow
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Eduardo had a long day of Mark telling him off and being an asshole in general without actually doing anything rude. Not to mention his crazy girlfriend , now becoming his ex. The last thing he expected to get was a call from his very long past, ex friend.
He didnt know why he still had your contact or what the hell you wanted now. You'd punched him in the face a long time ago for being friends with the asshole, Mark. And now you were calling him? He didn't have time for you to scream at him, but he picked up anyways.
"Mark hired you?!" He screamed into the phone. You hated Mark's guts when the two were friends. It was the reason you weren't friends with Eduardo anymore. Maybe all the money and pay got to you.
And you both also still hated each other.
Somehow someway that landed you , still a bit mad at him, but more intrigued by his confused look and needing look. Your hands were currently all over his waist, as he looked up at you
"I swear if your just trying to tease me this isn't funny I already said sorr-" Eduardo said in a breathy voice, before being cut off by you "Just shut up sometimes" you said ,but not genuinely being rude towards him, especially not when your hand tugged down the waistband of his underwear, when he started breathing more heavily.
As your hand lightly gripped around the base of his cock, his tip already leaking with precum, you looked down at him "You look so touch starved" you grinned , as he let out a soft grunt "Shut up I'm not" he mumbled, before having to use his hand to cover his mouth from the sounds that were threatening to spill as you fastly started stroking him.
"Hey hey, don't cover up your noises" you said sternly, your hand slowing down to edge him , Wich mad ehin instantly put his hand down, looking at you "Please, please..please don't stop. I'm so sorry, i- please" he begged, in a hushed tone, as he looked up to you, his beautiful lips parted in such a way that made you want to take a mental picture of this moment. His suit was all messily unbuttoned, and he even looked like a mess.
When your hand picked up pace again, he started rutting his hips up into your hand, small begs and whimpers leaving his mouth, "Ah! Please, please let me cum..please -" he begged, knowing your longing annoyance towards him, just hoping that you'd be so nice to him this once. "how can I deny you when you're asking so nicely?" You said, as he finally released, a loud moan spilling from his lips as his hips collapsed onto the sheets, the mess he made very evident.
Eduardo was now confused and dazed after that, for what the two's relationship would be now. "Um..I shouldn't even ask but-" -but he had to ask. "hm, I guess you did say sorry." You giggled, remembering just moments ago how he begged you.
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THATS ALL I COULD THINK OFF BUT OH MY GOSH YALL
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Mine | Ch. 12
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Pairing: hyunjin x reader
Genre: angst, smut, fwb, slow burn, idol!au
Summary: As a successful kpop idol, you never have time for romance or relationships. After getting your heart broken by men in the industry, you vow to never allow yourself to get hurt again. You try your best to avoid commitment but soon find yourself struggling to avoid catching feelings when you meet Hyunjin.
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a/n: wowowow this was the longest chapter yet! This honestly could’ve been broken into two separate parts, but so much has happened between Hyunjin and y/n, I couldn’t resist extending this chapter more and more 😓 I hope this gives y’all some comfort after last chapter’s heartbreak (hehe oopsie) 🫶 thank you for all the comments, let me know your thoughts on this one too!
Sharply turning the corner and exiting Hyunjin's dorm building, you briskly walk back home. The cold winter air brushes past your cheeks, turning the warm moisture around your eyes into icy droplets prickling against your skin. It reminded you of when you had stormed out of Jaehyun's apartment, but this time was so much worse. Rather than having a hole punched through your heart, you felt like it had been pulled out of your chest entirely.
It was a deep sadness that you felt in your bones, one that left you locked up in your bedroom for days alone, only leaving to use the bathroom or to get food once your body was at its breaking point. Your members were concerned, but they knew better than to question you or to push you too hard. You would open up to them when you were ready, and you appreciated the space they gave you as you mourned your broken heart. After that first night you left him, you cried until you were too weak to cry anymore. But in the nights that followed, the tears behind your eyes were replaced by an overwhelming emptiness that engulfed you in misery.
You hated yourself. You hated that you hated yourself. You hated that it was always you who ruined things, and that you couldn't blame anyone else for your sufferings. You hated that your hurt and insecurities ended up hurting those around you. You hated that you couldn't change. You hated that you might have lost the most important person in your life, one who made you better, made you whole, one who loved you even when you couldn't love yourself.
You thought you might never feel complete again, a vital component of your being forever locked up with the memories of him. You made peace with this fact, and continued your days in meaningless activity, doing the bare minimum of what was expected of a functional human being. None of it brought you any joy though, nothing ever excited you anymore but you figured that was part of growing up. You found yourself wondering what the point of it all was, if there even was a point.
But you had a responsibility to lead your group, and as you went through the motions, forcing yourself to get up each day and be productive, your perspective started to shift. You found yourself cracking a smile whenever your members would joke around during practices, making fun of each other and busting out goofy dance moves. You appreciated their carefree spirit, unchained to any expectations, duties or person.
When was it that you lost sight of your own desires and started living for the contentment of others? You can't remember how long you've dealt with these feelings of worthlessness and self doubt, and you suspect that becoming an idol had only amplified the discouraging voices in your head. All you know is that you now had a long journey ahead to reverse your way of thinking.
Day by day, you try to overwrite your pessimistic attitude with positivity. You learn to laugh at yourself rather than wallowing in pity. You start doing things that you like, regardless of others' opinions. You pick up hobbies in your spare time, developing new skills such as cooking and embroidery, finding pride in your finished works. You cut your hair short, something you've always wanted to do but were too scared to try, and you even frequent the Han river for a nighttime bike ride every now and then. You spend more time with your friends, the ones who have been there for you through thick and thin. You also spend more time with yourself, becoming comfortable in your loneliness, and enjoying your independence.
Gradually, you learn how to cherish yourself. You realize that you had neglected your happiness for far too long, that prioritizing your needs isn't selfish, and that it was okay to love yourself. Your quest for self love was the longest and most challenging one yet, but little by little you understand better how to be gentle with yourself, how to be patient with your progress, and how to feel proud of how far you've come. Finally, you find success in a relationship, your relationship with yourself—the most important one of all.
Before long, your group's schedule picks up again and you're busier than ever. You're glad you're at a healthier and happier point in your mental state, because you don't have time to dwell on any more causes for emotional distress any longer. Your group was set to embark on your first world tour, and you were beyond thrilled. Traveling the world with your best friends, exploring new locations and doing what you loved was like a dream to you. You felt so lucky to be able to have this experience and you were ready to embrace all that it had to offer you with open arms.
You performed in the largest stadiums, entering stages to be greeted by thousands of screaming fans all waving their fluorescent light sticks. You ate delicious foods, savoring flavors you've never tasted before. You adventured to new cities, falling asleep to a different view outside of your windowsill every night.
A year went by before you knew it. Landing back in Seoul where you began, you were delighted to return to the familiarity of your home yet you carried the collection of experiences from overseas with you. You had changed. Since you last set foot in this city, you were no longer the same fragile girl. You were confident and vivacious, brimming with excitement and a newfound fervor for life. You weren't afraid anymore.
After concluding your tour, the company granted you and your group mates a vacation. You were free to spend your time as you wished, relaxing and recharging after your extended group promotions. Eager to catch up with friends you hadn't seen in a while, you immediately agreed to a dinner date with Yeji when she found out that you were back in town.
Yeji: Y/N!!! You're finally backk~ Come eat dinner with me please?? 🥹
Me: Of course! When and where? I'm on vacation so my schedule is pretty open 🤗
Yeji: Yay!! Hmm, are you free tomorrow night? I just have a recording session until 6pm but we can go right afterwards! Meet me at the JYP building?
Me: Sounds great, see you then!
With a sigh, you toss your phone on your bed before getting ready for a shower. You were excited to see your friend again after so long but a tiny part of you was skeptical about going to the JYP building for fear of running into...him. You're sure you've moved on now, what with your new focus on self growth taking the front seat in your life, you hadn't occupied yourself with thoughts of any boys for a long time. Actually, you hadn't been with any other guys after him, and you weren't looking to be with any either.
You can't lie and say that he hasn't crossed your mind every now and then. The only difference was that now your memories of him were fond rather than painful. You hadn't kept in touch with him, but you believe it's for the best. There had been instances when you overheard gossip from your friends in the industry about Hyunjin's whereabouts and who he's dating, and though it stings you a bit each time his name is brought up, you're soothed by the knowledge that he's doing well. You've done enough to hurt him in the past, and you don't want to interfere with his life and happiness anymore, so you're perfectly content with watching him thrive from the sidelines.
Regardless of your history with him, you and Hyunjin were both adults, and enough time had passed for you both to move on. You tell yourself that you're being ridiculous for worrying over something as harmless as bumping into him again, and quickly shake off your doubts. The chances of you crossing paths with him in such a large building were slim, and even if you did end up seeing him, you probably would just politely greet him and continue on your way.
Probably.
Your dinner date with Yeji arrived the next evening, and you successfully pushed away any thoughts of Hyunjin and turned your attention to picking out an outfit instead. You settled on a pleated miniskirt made of a tan khaki fabric paired with a cropped, white long sleeved shirt. Since it was still chilly outside, you threw on a wool peacoat, and completed your look with thigh high socks and baby doll heels. Ever since your confidence grew on the inside, it reflected in your appearance as well. You enjoyed piecing together outfits, because looking good made you feel good too.
You walk out your dorm building and hail a taxi, shooting Yeji a text to notify her that you were on the way. She doesn't respond, but you figure that she's busy recording. Once you arrive, you wait outside the entrance doors, texting her again to let her know you're here. Shortly after, Yeji tells you that she's running a bit late and to come wait in the recording studio, she'll be done in a few minutes. You follow her instructions and navigate to the third floor, peaking through the windows on each door as you make your way down the hall trying to locate the recording studio.
You pass by several conference rooms, lounges, and practice rooms filled with various artists and company employees. Yeji was nowhere to be found but you continue wandering the halls. Glancing at each room, you move from door to door before the sight of a familiar figure makes you pause in your steps.
The gleam in his eyes was unmistakable and the pout that he wore on his lips was just as you had remembered. Sweat glistened on his skin as he executed his choreography in the mirror, giving him a ethereal glow. You noticed that he had cut his hair short and colored it black too, a stark difference from the long blonde locks you were accustomed to. His new hair made him look mature, exuding a sort of sophisticated masculinity that you hadn't seen from him before. He was still as gorgeous as ever though, some things just never change.
Enamored in watching his performance, you're caught off guard when he suddenly turns and locks eyes with you. You try to duck out of sight, but your reaction is a bit too slow, because he's already noticed your presence and starts walking towards the door.
Mentally cursing yourself for getting caught spying on his dance practice like a fool, you quickly straighten yourself out as the door opens and Hyunjin peeks his head out.
"Y/N, is that you?" He asks with eyes wide.
"Hey, yeah it's me." You give him an awkward wave and flash a feeble smile. God, this was embarrassing.
"You...cut your hair." He motioned to your newly chopped tresses.
"Oh, yeah, I did." You twirl a loose strand around your finger.
Hyunjin smiles at you. "It looks great."
A blush creeps across your cheeks as you mumble a thanks. "It looks like you cut your hair too. It's so different from before."
"A good different?" He runs a hand through his bangs, letting them fall effortlessly at his temples.
"A good different." You grin in return.
You swear you see Hyunjin's cheeks turn a shade darker, but then again maybe it was from all the dancing he just did. There's a few moments of silence as you both fidget in you spots, figuring out what to say next.
"Anyways, did you...need help with something?" Hyunjin stepped out to join you in the hallway, shutting the door behind him before leaning a shoulder on it.
You admire his build for a moment. He was slimmer, more toned. His veins were visible on his forearms which extended from his sculpted biceps that noticeably bulged when he crossed his arms together. Hyunjin looked good, and you're so glad you put in the extra effort with your outfit today. Not that it mattered.
You snap out of your trance to answer him. "Oh yeah, uh, I was trying to find the recording studio? Yeji told me to meet her there. We're getting dinner soon..."
You pull out your phone to check if Yeji had texted you back yet and she had.
Yeji: I'm sosososo sorry babe, my session is gonna go all night 😢 I won't be able to make it to dinner, can we reschedule? I'll make it up to you!! 😭😭
You audibly sigh as you read her message. Now you had to walk yourself out of the building alone, in front of Hyunjin. After he caught you watching him dance too! Talk about a walk of shame.
Hyunjin points you to the direction of the recording studio. "It's just around the corner, do you need me to walk you there?"
You heart rate quickens at his thoughtful gesture. "Actually, it looks like I won't need to meet her anymore. Her session got extended so she just canceled dinner." You drop your gaze and frown at the ground.
"Oh, sorry to hear that..." Hyunjin timidly comments, stretching an arm to scratch the back of his neck. "Well, it was nice seeing you again. We should catch up sometime." He politely smiles before shifting to leave.
You panic as he turns his back to reenter the practice room. After a whole year of radio silence, you were face to face with Hyunjin again. So much had changed since you last saw him, but he still managed to get your heart racing just like the first time you met. You missed him. There is so much you want to say, so much you want to ask, and so much you've been holding back this past year, but you struggled to find the right words. Something about his aura, his very being affected you in a way nothing else in this world can. All the confidence you had built over the past year came crumbling down in an instant, and you reverted back to a nervous schoolgirl after just one conversation with him.
No, you are not the same timid girl you were before. You've built yourself up for so long, and you don't want to let your insecurities get the best of you anymore. With a self-assured inhale, you gather the courage within you to say one last thing.
"Wait!" Hyunjin freezes in his in his tracks but turns to face you.
"Yes?"
"Do you maybe want to get dinner with me instead?" You instantly avert your eyes and focus on the wall next to you before you lose your mind. Did you really just ask Hyunjin to dinner? After rejecting his confession and not seeing him for a whole year? You want to curl up in a hole for speaking without thinking first, but you collect every ounce of confidence in you to back yourself.
"To catch up! You know, as friends?" You try to save yourself from further embarrassment. "You don't have to if you're busy or uncomf-"
"That sounds good." He promptly replies.
The shock is evident on your face as you speechlessly stare back at him.
"Just give me a minute to grab my stuff, I'll be right back."
You're left breathless, standing in the hallway as Hyunjin heads back into the dance studio to retrieve his items. I guess this is really happening. You think to yourself, unsure of how to feel but deciding to maneuver through the situation as you go. You try to convince yourself that dinner will be casual and that there's nothing strange about the circumstances you currently found yourself in, but your fast beating heart betrayed you.
Hyunjin emerges from the door once again, bag slung over his shoulder. "There's a good hotpot place across the street. You cool with eating there?"
You nod and follow closely behind him as he leads you to the restaurant. You walked in silence, the only sound coming from your footsteps on the pavement. Hyunjin seemed unbothered by the tension you were feeling, casually strolling with a hand in his pocket.
Meanwhile, your mind was going a hundred miles an hour trying to calculate your next move and what to say. You felt like you owe Hyunjin an apology for how your relationship left off, but at the same time were unsure if you should even bring up the past. It didn't look like Hyunjin held any animosity towards you, and he showed no qualms about joining you for dinner. As you entered the restaurant, sitting down across from him at the table, he courteously passes you the menu and even mentions his favorite items.
You can tell that Hyunjin was putting effort into making the ambience comfortable between you two, so you quell any apprehension you felt and elect to do the same. You hadn't spoken to him in over a year after all, so you were genuinely curious to hear what he's been up to and how he's been doing. There were endless topics you could talk about and no need to fear any awkward pressure.
After your food arrived, you decide to initiate the conversation. "What were you practicing for today?"
"I have an upcoming dance video to film for Artist of the Month." He timidly grins.
"Shut up. That's amazing! Congratulations!"
"Thanks." He chuckles. "I'm excited about it but still nervous at the same time. The choreography is pretty intense and I even cut my hair, so I don't know how the fans will react."
You earnestly look Hyunjin in the eyes. "They'll love it! You looked great doing the choreo, the video will be a hit for sure."
"You think so?" He smiles at you. "You did seem to enjoy watching me through the window." His grin turning into a smirk.
Your eyes widen before deflecting his stare. You can feel your ears heating up, revealing your embarrassment, but you can't say you didn't enjoy his teasing. You always appreciated the playful nature between you and Hyunjin, and you weren't going to back down from a simple sly comment.
You clear your throat. "I was just...monitoring your technique. That's all."
Hyunjin just giggles in response. He looks so adorable doing so, you can't even be mad.
"Anyways, what have you been up to lately? It's been a while since we talked..." His voice trails off.
"Yeah, it has been a while." You suddenly find it hard to look at him. "A lot has happened actually. We just finished our first world tour and now we get a little break."
"How was the tour?"
"It was incredible. Preforming in places I've only imagined, trying new foods, exploring the cities...I've never felt so alive." You gaze dreamily as you reminisce on your experiences. "I really feel like I took a piece of each city with me. I don't think I'm the same person I was before I left."
"Don't tell me the Y/N I know is a different person now."
You smile shyly. "I'm still the same me...just, a better version, I think."
"Didn't think there could be a better version."
Hyunjin gazes at you with his chin rested on his hand. Flustered, you try to change the subject. "What about you? Had any new experiences since we talked?"
Hyunjin straightens in his seat. "Not really, just been focusing on work as always."
"Are you still painting?"
"Of course." He nods.
"That's good to hear, the world wouldn't be as beautiful without your art."
"I beg to differ." Hyunjin laughs. "But thank you. I wish I had more time to paint though, I haven't done a big painting since the last one I showed you."
You slightly wince as you recall that night. It was a beautiful painting, and you're sad that it was now connected to the painful memory of your parting. Lifting your head to take a glimpse of his expression, you notice the corner of his mouth drop in a slight frown. Hyunjin quickly resumed his smile when he noticed you watching, and you found it heartbreaking.
"I'm sorry." You start. "About that night, I shouldn't have left like that. It wasn't fair and I was being selfish in the moment."
Hyunjin's eyebrows raise at your unexpected apology. "It's okay, don't worry about that. I get why you left, you needed space and I wasn't giving it to you." He feigns a smile.
"No, it's not okay." You look him in the eyes. "I was selfish, Hyunjin. I was a coward for running away instead of confronting my feelings, and I'm so sorry that I left like that. You were my friend before anything and you deserve more respect than for me to leave without talking it through with you. I've regretted that night every since, and I spent this whole year working on myself so I don't make the same mistakes again. I'm just—I'm so sorry Jinnie." You hastily blink back your tears.
Hyunjin stares back speechlessly. His lips slightly part as he's about to respond, before closing again in a toothless smile. He hums a sigh. "Thank you for the apology, Y/N. I appreciate you saying those things but, honestly I already forgave you before you even said anything. Yeah, I was heartbroken when you left." He pauses. "But more than anything I just miss my friend."
You beam at his admission, wiping the moisture off your face and returning his smile. You didn't deserve a friend like Hyunjin, after all you put him through, but you are determined to become worthy of his friendship. "I missed you too." You confess. "A lot. There were so many times I wanted to call you but I just didn't know what to say."
"Well, you can call me anytime you need." He chuckles. "So, are we good?"
"Absolutely." You grin.
You finish your dinner with Hyunjin, engaging in animated conversation during the whole meal. There was so much you had to fill each other in on, and you didn't want the conversation to end. You wanted to ask him so many questions, attempting to fill in the blanks of your relationship while you were apart in order to make up for lost time.
Hyunjin is curious of your whereabouts as well, beaming as he listens to your stories from abroad. You both are reluctant to leave the restaurant, but it was already five minutes until closing, so you figure it was best to head out now.
You both exit the building, turning to say your goodbyes outside the door. "Thanks for joining me for dinner today, I actually feel lucky that Yeji canceled on me." You laugh.
"I'd never pass on a hangout with you. It was great to catch up again."
"It was really fun. I missed...talking to you."
"I missed talking to you too." Hyunjin smiles. "It's getting late though, do you have schedules tomorrow?"
"Nope! I'm on a break from promotions so I can stay out as late as I want."
"Oh nice!" Hyunjin glances over your shoulder. "Do you want to grab some drinks then? There's a bar that's open late next door. We can continue our conversation."
"That sounds amazing, I still have more to tell you!"
Hyunjin escorts you to the bar next door, opening the door for you to enter. You take a seat in the corner of the room in a secluded booth, dimly lit with a single candle on the table. You order your drinks before jumping right back into the conversation where you left off.
"Were you invited to Yeji's birthday party?" You ask. You had just received your invitation last week. If there's one thing Yeji knew, it was how to throw a party, and given the social butterfly that she is, you know that the whole entertainment industry was probably invited.
"Of course I was. Yeji threatened to steal my paints if I didn't agree to go." Hyunjin rolls his eyes.
You visualize Yeji sneaking into Hyunjin's dorm to burglarize him and laugh at the image. What Yeji wants, she gets. "Cool, then I'll see you there."
"Yup! All my members will be there too, I can introduce you."
"I'd love to meet them! You told me so many stories about these boys, so it'd be nice to finally see them in person." You take a sip of your drink. "I think I'm gonna bring Lisa as my plus one."
You're hesitant, but there's a question you're craving to ask. "Are you bringing anybody?"
Hyunjin sets his drink down, some of the wet residue shining on his lips. "No, I'm not bringing anyone."
Relief washes over you, but your heart rate quickens at the desire to ask further. You take another gulp of your drink, fueling yourself with liquid courage. "So there's no one you plan to ask...as a date?"
Hyunjin chuckles. "None at the moment."
"Oh." You nod your head. "Cool."
"Is there anyone you want to ask...as a date?" He cautiously questions.
"No, no. I actually haven't been with anyone ever since..." You bite your lip in hesitation.
"Me?" Hyunjin asks.
"Yeah, you." You turn your face in embarrassment and down the rest of your drink, the cold beverage cooling your nerves.
Hyunjin laughs and does the same. Placing your empty glasses on the table, he calls the bar tender for another round of drinks.
"Well, that makes two of us." He admits. "I haven't been with anyone else either."
Your stomach flips at his confession. You're filled with butterflies at the realization that Hyunjin is still single and hasn't seen any other girls. Could it be that he still had feelings for you? Was it possible that there is still a chance for the two of you to work out?
You shake your head and rid yourself of these thoughts. Even if there are lingering feelings, you have no right to ask Hyunjin for a second chance, not after how he poured his heart out to you the last time, only to be ruthlessly shut down. But you can't help but think of how perfect it would be now. The timing was just right, now that you're back in the city. Not to mention your improved mentality. You were more confident now, and you're sure that if he gave you a chance, you could prove to him that you could do it, you could be the girl he needed. You wouldn't run away again. You could give him the love he deserved. You're not scared anymore.
But what does he think? Would he be open to giving you another chance, or is he still resentful for how things ended? Hyunjin said he forgives you, but is the hurt still there? You were an absolute wreck after you left him, and you don't know if he had suffered the same heartbreak. Why hadn't he dated anyone else afterwards? You wonder if he's moved on.
"Is there a reason?" You hesitantly ask. "Why you haven't been with anyone else?"
Hyunjin sits back in his seat, his fingers casually twirling the straw in his cup. With a sigh, he answers you. "I just...haven't been looking I guess."
"Is it because of..." Your voice falters.
"You?"
"Yeah, me." You murmur. "I still regret what happened, and if I was the cause of you losing your excitement for love—I wouldn't be able to forgive myself."
"Don't worry Y/N, it's not your fault." Hyunjin reaches a hand across the table to comfort you. "Sure, I was really fucking sad after you left. But you know me, I'm a hopeless romantic, so I don't think anything could stop me from aspiring to eventually find love one day. I just figured that it's more productive for me to focus on my career right now, that's all."
"I'm sorry I made you sad." You sniffle. "If it makes you feel any better, I was a complete mess after I left. I think I cried my whole body weight in tears."
Hyunjin laughs. "That doesn't make me feel better, but you don't need to keep apologizing. Yeah, I got rejected by the girl I really liked, but hey life goes on. I still have my charming good looks, don't I?"
"Yeah, yeah, you're handsome, we get it." You roll your eyes and giggle. "I shouldn't even worry about you, you probably could have any girl you want."
"Well, almost any girl." Hyunjin shrugs.
You bite your lip, cheeks heating up. You meant it when you said he could have any girl, and that included you. But do you dare tell him? Tension builds in your abdomen, your hands turning clammy as you teeter totter between revealing your heart to him or not. You knew once you first met him, that there would never be another man who could measure up to what Hyunjin was to you. He was everything you ever wanted, and you'd regret it for the rest of your life if he became the one that got away.
Filled with determination, you take a deep breath. "You could have me too, if you wanted to."
Frozen at your words, Hyunjin bolts up in his seat. "What?"
"If you want—no, I mean...I would like to try again with you, if you'd give me a chance." You sincerely confess.
"Y/N, I dont know if that's a good idea."
You feel your stomach drop at his reply. Still, you want to put everything on the line this time. You want to tell him everything that you couldn't say before.
"I know I messed up before. I acted like a child and I hurt you. But as much as I'd like for us to forget the past and be friends again...I don't think I could ever be just friends with you, Hyunjin."
"Y/N..." He looks at you with a pained expression.
"I'm sorry if I'm stepping out of line, but I need you to know. This time, I'll be honest with my feelings, I won't run away anymore, and I'll do whatever it takes to make you believe me." You gaze at him with conviction. "If you give me a chance, I'll prove it to you. But if you truly have moved on and don't see me like that anymore, I'll respect your decision and never bring this up again. I made a mistake and I'll own up to the consequences if your feelings have changed."
Taking both your hands in his, Hyunjin lets out a deep sigh. Slowly lifting his eyes to meet yours, you're terrified of what he's about to say, but you prepare your heart to take it all in.
"Y/N, when I told you I loved you, I meant it. Back then, I would've been over the moon to hear what you're telling me now. Even today when I spotted you through the window, I thought I was dreaming. I'd be lying if I said my heart didn't stop when I saw your face right in front of me again." Your breath hitches as you await his next words. "But after everything that happened, I just...don't know.
"You don't know...if you can trust me again." You carefully whisper.
Hyunjin slowly nods his head.
You can't blame him for being apprehensive, but you couldn't give up now, not when he just admitted that he still has feelings for you. You're convinced that you and Hyunjin are a perfect match, that you had the potential to really make it together. If he needed time to trust you again, you would patiently show him every day how honestly you wanted this.
"Hyunjin, let me prove to you that you can trust me again. We can take things slow, I'll wait for you for as long as it takes. I just can't give up on us if there's even a slim chance that you'd want this too."
"Y/N, there's nothing more that I'd want in the world than to be with you. I've wanted that for a long time, it's just gonna be really hard."
"I don't care how hard it is. Anything is worth it if I get to have you again." You bare your whole heart and soul to him. Though it makes you feel vulnerable, throwing aside all your inhibitions to grasp at any chance to convince Hyunjin of your sincerity was exhilarating. As scary as it was to open yourself up fully, the relief of getting to unleash your deepest thoughts and desires was refreshing. "Please Hyunjin, please believe me."
Hyunjin closes his eyes, deep in thought. His grasp on your hands tightens as he releases another deep breath, opening his eyes to look at you again. "If we were to try again..." Your pulse quickens. "You have to promise me that you'll be more open with how you feel. Tell me if you're having any doubts or if you need more or less space. Just don't keep me in the dark anymore."
"Jinnie, I promise you." Your heart swells with emotion. "I swear I'll be more open, I'll tell you everything. This year of not being able to talk to you made me realize how precious it was to have you there for me. I won't take you for granted ever again."
Hyunjin releases your grip to place his hands on either of your cheeks, using his thumbs to lightly brush away your stray tears. "If you can promise me that, then I'd like to try again too."
You're a blubbering mess with your face in his hands. Tears quickly escape your eyes as you struggle to control your stiffened sniffles. You wish you weren't such a crybaby at times, but no amount of self control could contain how happy you felt in this moment. "I promise I'll do better Jinnie, I really will." You whimper between your sobs.
Hyunjin just chuckles at the sight of you before him. "Okay Y/N, I believe you. Please stop crying, this should be a happy moment for us."
"But I'm crying because I'm happy." You pout, finally able to breathe normally again. Your heart is so full in this moment, you wish you could jump across the table and bury yourself in Hyunjin's arms. But since you were in a public area, you opt for something less dramatic.
"Can I kiss you?" You ask Hyunjin with pleading eyes.
He smiles at you. "Yes, you can." Hyunjin leans forward over the table and you boost yourself up in your seat to meet him. His lips were just as soft and gentle as you remember, and though it was only a short peck, it filled your whole body with warm tingles. After being apart from Hyunjin for so long, you wish you could kiss him for hours to make up for the time lost. However, you remind yourself that you should take things slow, and that still had to work towards winning his trust.
As you separate from his kiss, you blush as you shyly sit back into your seat, hands clasped together on your lap. "Thank you for giving me another chance Jinnie. I'm going to do things the right way this time."
Hyunjin quirks his head. "The right way?"
"The right way, like, I want to properly date you." You fumble with the material of your skirt. "We can take things slow so that I can gain your trust more and more, not like what we did last time. I just want to be around you and spend time together...outside of the bed."
Hyunjin slightly blushes at your proposal. His initial bashfulness was quickly replaced by a smug smile, however. "I think that's a good plan. But, are you sure you'll be able to resist me?"
You turn bright red at his provocation. "I-I'm not saying it'll be easy, but I think it's the right thing to do." You clumsily mutter.
"Okay, then I'll follow your lead." Hyunjin flashes you a toothy grin. "It's really getting late now, shall we head back?"
You nod and follow him out of the bar. After returning to the JYP building, Hyunjin waits for you to call a cab home. Once your ride arrives, you share a warm embrace as you bid farewell. Hyunjin opens the door for you to enter the car.
"Text me when you get home, okay?"
"I will! Thank you for tonight." You smile.
"It was my pleasure." He grins back at you.
Before he closes the door, you spring one last question on him. "Can I have one more kiss?"
Hyunjin laughs. "Of course you can."
Your connect your lips in a final kiss, moving your lips slowly against his, softly sucking on his skin. You fight the urge to open your mouth and welcome in his tongue, and you unfortunately part ways far too soon, as to avoid irritating your driver. Hyunjin waves to you from the sidewalk as you drive away, and you wave back.
You press a finger to your lips, still warm from where he kissed you, a sprout of desire budding in your abdomen. Now that he is back in your life, you are determined to keep him. You know you shouldn't get too ahead of yourself however, and that good things take time. You're not sure if you know the right way to win back his heart, and you're nervous that you'll mess up again. One thing you confident of though, was that it was now your mission to make him yours.
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A Soft Place to Fall - Part I
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Word count: 3.6k // Rated M // harry x reader
Note: Wowowow ok! So, here’s the first part of what will be a multi-part story. It is just a short lil introduction to our duo... The second part isn’t too far away either :) I want to thank my bullies motivating friends that encouraged me to write and share this! I love writing but am always painfully nervous about sharing. So please, if you like it, let me know! If you don’t like it you can also let me know but I will probably cry. OK ENJOY :)
Part I
In a cozy log cabin at the base of Mount Yamnuska, Harry found himself in a position he thought he’d never find himself in again.
He was hiding. 
It was something he tended to do after a particularly difficult break up: Flee to a different country, alone, to write and sulk and ponder how he always managed to screw things up. 
Jamaica. Japan. Italy. 
Canada.
In the heart of the Canadian rockies, he sat by the fire in his lonely wooden home. There was a winter unlike anything he’d ever experienced outside his window and a mug filled with English tea in front of him. Next to his mug was his journal, open to an empty set of pages, words painfully unwritten. 
He arrived in Calgary by plane this morning, peering out the window to see the bustling and bright landscapes of California transform into blankets of fresh white snow on barren acres of farmland. They flew over the Rocky Mountains and, despite having seen them from above before, he was transfixed by their beauty and size, and he wondered if anyone ever got tired of seeing something so majestic. He had never seen the mountains in the dead of winter, the trees, the ground, and the mountains themselves covered in white while the surrounding frozen glacier lakes remained a brilliant blue. He appreciated the beauty of it all, and under different circumstances he might have turned to the person sitting next to him and urged them to lean over and take a peek out the window too. But his mood soured when he remembered that the person sitting next to him was a stranger, and he was, again, on this trip alone.
Once the plane had landed he sent a quick text to his family group chat and Jeffrey to let them know he’d arrived in one piece. He scrolled through his emails to find all of the different reservations Jeffrey forwarded to him so he could pick up his rental vehicle and begin the 100 kilometre journey to the sleepy mountain town he would be calling home for the next three months. 
The GPS in the rental guided him to the Bow Valley Parkway, the scenic highway that would lead him through Banff National Park and to his destination. As he entered the parkway, he pulled into a designated lookout just past a wooden gate that overhead read “WELCOME BIENVENUE”. Directly in front of him was a cerulean river, frozen over and backed by the most massive snow-capped mountain he had ever seen. He got out of his car, feeling the cold January air like pinpricks across his face, and quickly took a picture of the view. He sent it to his mother and promised to one day come back with her so she could see it for herself.
As he drove further down the Bow Valley, he felt kind of silly for pulling over at the sight of his first mountain when each mountain and lake he passed seemed to be bigger and more beautiful than the last. Eventually, he saw the signs for Mount Yamnuska and turned off the highway onto a long and winding road that would take him to his final destination. With nothing but tall lodgepole pine trees, grey skies, and the crooning voice of Billie Holiday to keep him company, he felt like he was on a different planet. A planet where the trees and the mountain air could filter out all of the negative voices, thoughts, and feelings he’d been privy to in the last few weeks. A planet where he might be able to clear his head long enough to find within it a melody or even a lyric or two. 
Harry wasn’t entirely sure what was waiting for him at the end of the road, only having skimmed the AirBnB listing Jeffrey had emailed him. He called Jeff two days ago, insisting that he needed to get away, to disappear for a bit. Having been in this exact position before with his client/friend, Jeff knew what that meant. His manager remembered seeing videos of aesthetic mountain vacations with rocky lookouts and great big turquoise lakes on TikTok, so he suggested that Harry sequester himself in the mountains. After discussing and agreeing on the destination, Jeff had the trip planned and booked within hours. 
Harry passed plenty of tiny cottages and cabins tucked away in the forest alongside the highway, but as it got darker he focused more on the road ahead and fixed his eyes to watch out for any wildlife (he heard mountain lions were a possibility in the Winter). When he finally made it to his landing place, he was at the end of a long driveway in front of a cabin carved into a landscape of endless conifer trees. The cabin looked small and simple on the outside, the entirety of its exterior made up of orange-tinted pine logs. There was a foot of snow covering everything in sight, save for the walking path from the driveway to a front porch that spanned the width of the cabin. On the porch sat two Muskoka chairs, red, to match the front door. 
Sat in the two chairs waiting for him, unphased by the darkening skies and blowing snow, he presumed were his hosts. 
He exited his car and zipped his jacket all the way past his chin, a lame attempt to shield his face from the wind. As he made his way toward the porch, the older man and woman stood to greet him. Both were dressed in black puffer jackets and knit beanies, perhaps in their mid-to-late fifties. They appeared friendly, wearing bright smiles as they welcomed him to their vacation home.
“You must be Harry”, the man said, reaching out to shake Harry’s hand.
Harry returned the gesture, “Hello, yes, I’m Harry.” 
“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Paul and this is my wife, Nancy.” 
“We hope you found the place OK!” Nancy chippered. 
“Thank you, I did.” He said, shaking Nancy’s hand next. “I appreciate you taking me in on such short notice.” 
“Oh, it’s no problem. We actually just had a cancellation before your manager contacted us. Our daughter was supposed to stay here with her partner for the week but their plans changed. So everything was already set up for guests!”
“Lucky for me then.” He said with a smile as Paul took his bag and Nancy moved to open the door to lead them all inside. 
Harry did a quick scan of the inside of the cabin from where he stood in the front entrance. He saw they’d already started a fire in the wood burning stove and spotted a cozy looking armchair where he knew he’d be curling up with his book. “The place looks great.”
“We’re glad you think so. Please, come in, get comfortable. This is your home now for a bit, after all!” Nancy insisted, fussing over him to take off his jacket and shoes. She reminded him a bit of his mother, something about her demeanor making him feel at ease. “You’ve had a long journey so we’ll leave you to get settled in and explore the place. Just a few things though…”
He kicked off his shoes by the door and followed behind the two as they led him past the living room and into the kitchen. 
“We’re going to get more snow tonight and you’re probably tired from your travels,” Nancy opened the refrigerator. “We’ve already stocked the fridge with all of our daughter’s favourites so there’s plenty of food that you can have.”
“Are you sure? I don’t mind getting my own.”
“Really, we’d rather it didn’t go to waste.” Paul chimed in. “But of course if there’s anything more you need, there’s some info in that binder on the table about going into town and grocery stores and restaurants and whatnot.”
“Alright, thank you. I really appreciate all this.”
“Of course!” He handed Harry a set of keys on what looked like a moose-head keychain. “Here’s the key. Our house is north of here, about 15 minutes away. So if you need anything just give us a call or text. Our address is in there too just in case.”
Harry bid goodnight to Paul and Nancy and once they were gone he took his bag and scoped out the cabin. It was a simple layout with two bedrooms just off the living room, a full bathroom between the two rooms and the open galley kitchen along the adjacent back wall, opposite the front door. There was a small kitchen island at the center in front of the red kitchen cupboards, and a wooden dining table for two in its own little nook off the kitchen. The cabin had a warm feel to it. The decor, you might say was quintessentially Canadian in the way they leaned into maple-scented candles, wood carvings of mountains hung on the walls, and no shortage of throw blankets and pillows adorned with buffalo plaid. 
Harry dropped his bag into the bedroom closest to the kitchen and was about to start unpacking when his stomach growled. Grateful they had left food for him to eat, he made himself a sandwich and got acquainted with where everything was in the kitchen before unpacking his things. He decided then that after he unpacked he would settle in for the night by the fire, brew some tea and maybe take a stab at writing. 
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You hated driving in the winter. 
Were you competent and experienced enough to deal with the blowing snow and the black ice under your tires? Sure. But that didn't mean you enjoyed it. A lifetime of driving down the Parkway didn’t stop you from gripping the steering wheel so hard your knuckles were white, or straining your eyes in the darkness to avoid missing any moose or elk that might emerge from the trees. 
One thing you did like about road trips was that they were a great opportunity for reflection. You’d been driving for about 3 hours at this point, and had barely listened to the playlist you put on at the start of your journey. You were too busy keeping an eye on the road, or thinking about the last 72 hours, and playing out scenarios in your head where things had gone differently. 
You were exhausted, physically and mentally. Was it really only 72 hours since everything went down? 
You replayed your last conversation with Luke over and over again in your head, hoping that if you went over it enough you could better understand.
“I just can’t do it. Even if I came, I would have to bring work with me and I’d be working the whole time.” 
You were incredulous. Confused. Borderline seething. 
“This trip was supposed to happen last summer, Luke. We’ve postponed it twice already for your job.” 
“I know and I said I’m sorry. I just can’t up and leave right now.” 
“Did you not book off the vacation time? Your boss knows you're supposed to go away. It’s literally one week.” 
“Yes, I booked off the vacation time but I-”
“Well if you’ve booked it off and they gave you the time off what’s the problem?” 
“I just can’t go now, ok?”
“Is it that you can’t go, or that you don’t want to go?” 
That question had been lingering in the back of your mind every time the trip had to be postponed, but you never asked because you were afraid of the answer. You hoped that work really was so busy that he couldn’t take a week off, even though he had the vacation time approved by his boss. You wanted to believe that this was just the reality of being in a relationship with a lawyer. 
The trouble was that you’d been with Luke for two years and he had yet to meet your family. He seemed excited to visit the small mountain town where you grew up, citing that he’d always wanted to visit Banff and the Rocky Mountains. You met his parents and got on well with them and your relationship was moving forward, with talks of moving in together and maybe even a proposal on the horizon. 
However, every time you brought up visiting your family, he put it off and said he was too busy. You would visit home and he would stay back in Vancouver. Eventually he agreed to join you and the trip was booked, but at the last minute he claimed to be in the middle of an important case and couldn’t leave. You rescheduled twice since, and it was looking like you’d be adding a third. 
“Of course I want to go. It’s just not a great time right now.” 
“Is there ever going to be a great time? At some point I’m going to need you to make time for it, Luke.” 
You were beginning to think that he didn’t understand how important your family was to you. He didn’t understand that you needed to see how he fit into your family in order for the relationship to progress. Would he get along with your dad? Would he be kind to your mom? Could he be friends with your brother? You were realizing that maybe his lack of motivation to meet your family and see your home was all you needed to know. 
Before he could respond, you added “I don’t think I can do this anymore.” 
Of course over the last 72 hours you doubted yourself constantly. Had you overreacted? Should you have been more understanding about his job? You went back and forth, reminding yourself that you had a job too, sure it wasn’t as demanding as that of a lawyer, but no matter what you always found the time for things that were important to you. You even took a week off to go on a ski trip with his parents a few weeks ago.
After the break up, you called your parents to let them know you weren’t coming anymore. You fully intended to wallow in your apartment for the week and mourn your dead relationship. The wallowing lasted less than 24 hours before you decided the best antidote for a broken heart was a hug from your mom and a beer with your dad.
That’s how you found yourself on the Bow Valley Parkway at 11pm in the middle of a snowstorm. You thought it would be fun to surprise your parents, but now you were regretting that decision. You weren’t sure that the rental vehicle was equipped to deal with a January snow storm in the mountains and if you ended up in a ditch or hit by a moose, no one knew where you were. Knowing your parents, they were probably already asleep, and you didn’t want to wake them. You decided to spend the night at their guest cabin you had initially booked, with plans to surprise them in the morning.
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Harry knew that a few hours on a plane and an evening in a log cabin in the middle of the wilderness wasn’t going to instantly fix his writer’s block. But he did hope his new setting might be able to wiggle some ideas free. 
As he sat with his tea and his journal open to an empty page, he begged the words to come to him. But he didn’t know what to say.
How could he write about a break up that he still didn’t even fully understand? 
He was just short of banging his head against the table and throwing his journal in the fire when a light shone through the window. 
A set of headlights turned onto the driveway, a small car bustling through the snow storm that had started raging outside. He looked to the door to make sure he’d locked it, in case someone was on their way to murder him in the middle of nowhere. 
Maybe Paul or Nancy forgot something, he hoped to himself. It was nearly midnight, so he knew that wasn’t logical. 
It was when you pulled up and parked next to his rental that he saw you in the driver’s seat. Your face was perplexed as you looked over at his vehicle and then to the log cabin. You awkwardly made eye contact through the window before you quickly looked away. 
Maybe she’s lost, he thought to himself next. 
He waited for you to come to the door, but you remained in your car. Eventually, thinking you looked harmless enough, Harry bundled up in his coat, slipped on his shoes, and went to meet you outside. 
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You whipped your head towards the cabin door when you saw it open to reveal a strange man walking toward your vehicle. 
Why is he coming out here? Oh god is he going to murder me? You thought. 
Embarrassed you’d been caught outside the cabin, you rolled down your window, “I’m so sorry! I didn’t think anyone would be here! I’m just leaving!“
You were hit with the realization of who was walking toward you, followed by some confusion.
What the fuck… 
And then panic when you realized he was walking up to your car. 
“I really am sorry this is my parents cabin and I thought no one would be here!” You shouted as he approached your opened window. “I didn’t mean to interrupt your evening.”
Harry fucking Styles crouched down to look at you through the driver’s side window. In the darkness, you felt his eyes on you taking note of your black and yellow North Face puffer jacket and the knit beanie on your head. There was a look of recognition on his face, perhaps noticing some of your features were strikingly similar to those of a woman he’d met only a few hours ago.
“Ah, you’re Nancy and Paul’s daughter.”
“Yeah, I am…So I’ll just h-”
“They said you’d canceled.”
“Oh? Yea, I did… I, uh, changed my mind, I guess. I didn’t think they’d book someone so quickly.” 
“It was good timing on my part, I guess.” 
“Right, ok, I’m so sorry for interrupting your evening! I’ll just go to their house!” It was nearly pitch black outside, save for the light of your headlights shining on the cabin in front of you. The wind was violent, whipping snow around him, and you felt bad that he was standing outside in the cold. His arms were crossed and hugging his jacket closed, talking to you while not wearing nearly enough layers to be outside.
Harry pondered for a moment, sucking his lips into his mouth and turning to look at the snow coming down around him. He was sure being from here that you had experience driving in weather like this, but he could not in good conscience let you leave without offering. 
“The snow’s coming down pretty hard. I was just having some tea before bed… Would you like to come in? At least until things calm down a bit.” 
Harry felt bold asking you to come inside when you were strangers. He could tell you were mulling it over, maybe unsure if you could trust him or if it would be appropriate. He wasn’t sure if it was either, but he kind of hoped you agreed to it anyway. Jeffrey would yell at him for this. 
“Are you sure?” You asked. Your first instinct was to outright decline the offer, but you knew the roads were treacherous and you were exhausted. 
“Yes, I’m sure.” He insisted. “Selfishly, I would never forgive myself if I let you go and you got into an accident or something on the highway.”
“Okay,” you agreed reluctantly. “I’ll come in just for a bit.” You got out of the car and followed him back quickly through the blowing snow and up the path to the front door. 
Once inside, he turned to you. “I apologize I didn’t even ask your name.”
You told him your name as you toed off your boots and took off your many layers of outdoor winter wear. 
“Well it’s nice to meet you. I’m Harry.” 
“Nice to meet you too, Harry. I know who you are, by the way. I’m a fan.” You paused and he noticed the way your face twisted, almost in embarrassment. “Ugh, sorry, is that weird to say?”
“Not weird.” He tried to reassure you. “Would be more awkward if you said you hated me or something.”
You took a seat on the sofa, grabbing the buffalo plaid pillow next to you and hugging it to your chest. You felt awkward. What was Harry Styles doing in your parents’ vacation rental? And what were you doing with him alone in the middle of the night? Were you going to sit here and chat with each other? Or would he carry on with his evening as if you weren’t here? 
You spotted his open journal and a mug of tea abandoned on the side table near the fire. He did mention having tea before, which was confirmed by him now filling the kettle with water. 
“Again, I’m sorry for interrupting. Really appreciate you letting me hang here for a bit.” 
He grabbed a mug from the cabinet to the right of the sink. It was the green mug you painted for your mom for Mother’s Day in middle school.
“You’ve got to stop apologizing. Very Canadian of you though.” 
“Right. Sorry. Shit.” 
Harry laughed whilst shaking his head at your incessant apologies. You liked his laugh. And his dimples.
OK, he’s cute, you thought. 
“Would you like a snack?” Harry called out, interrupting your wandering thoughts. “I’m pretty sure all of the food here was supposed to be for you anyways.”
— END OF PART 1 —
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