#but at the same time looking back fills me w pride and love for both my current and past selves

[onionninjasstuff]

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #no real context lmao #just found an ancient sketch of this and got out of nowhere motivation to finish it #thinking abt the way i used to treat myself in the past is very bittersweet #cuz i lost sm time worrying abt my skills and presentation and restricting myself a lot and demanding so much out of myself all the time #i still struggle with it #but at the same time looking back fills me w pride and love for both my current and past selves #theres a lot of growth and progress there #and past me wasnt half as bad as they thought either #never be hard on urselves gamers #go out there embrace the world embrace urselves

[kaeyas-beloved]

Parental

Characters: Childe, Diluc, Kaeya, Kazuha, Xiao (separate)

Genre: Fluff + Scenarios

Summary: Snippets of the Genshin men with their pride and joys <3

CW: afab!reader + pregnancy + birth mention but no pronouns or descriptions for these present, spoilers for Childe’s real name, Xiao has a daughter, Childe has twins (boy and girl), Kaeya and Kazuha have a son, unspecified for Diluc, unspecified nightmare in Childe’s, petnames towards reader (darling -> Kaeya, my dove -> Kazuha), some self-doubt in Kaeya's and Xiao's, I don’t think Diluc’s is that good and Childe’s may appear rushed in one part but meh

a/n: I have the cutest ideas that make me the softest. I just hope I was able to get across that cuteness here <3

Childe

“Papa…” At the poking and shaking against his back, Childe sleepily blinks his eyes open. The room is dark, moonlight painting the walls a faint blue-white colour. Tilting his chin down the male catches a look at the top of your head, face nuzzled into his chest with his arms wrapped around you securely.

Again, small hands try to gain his attention, "P-papa...please."

There's a sudden surge of urgency that tightens his chest, the watery call of his name throwing him into protective mode. Slowly, as to not disturb you, Childe pulls his arms from you before turning over. The moment ocean-blue eyes meet teary ones of the same colour he's up and out of bed, kneeling in front of his children.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" he rushes, worry clear in everything he is and does - from his eyes to his voice and even to the way his hands fuss over the twins, one palm cupping each of their heads as he tries to soothe them. Though, when all that answers him is continued sniffles, Ajax's concern only grows. Left with the last course he can take, the male pulls the two into a hug, pouring every ounce of love and warmth he can into it. Quiet whispers of 'you're okay' and 'I'm here' fill the air, uncaring of the tears that stain his shirt.

Never before has he felt so useless as his children continue to shake and sob in his hold. What else is there for him to do? What would take away their tears? Archons he’d do anything to make sure they don’t cry like they are now, like their world is ending.

Instinctively Ajax’s embrace tightens, and somewhere along the line he began gently swaying the two, pressing comforting kisses to their foreheads.

Finally, after what felt like a heartbreaking eternity, their cries begin to fade. He waits a moment before trying again, "can you tell me what's wrong now? Why are you two crying?" Though he fears their answer the male bats them down, hoping to be the one they can fall back on.

His daughter hiccups, wiping at her eyes with the sleeve of her shirt, "W-We had a nightmare. Y-you-!" His eyes widen, hearing enough to grasp the situation. His shoulders slump just a little, glad that it’s not the worst of the worst that could’ve happened.

"Hey now, shhh, it’s alright. Nothing will happen to me or you or to anyone else, okay?" Ajax is quick to cut her off, seeing her start to choke on her sobs again. Never does he want them to think he or you would leave in any form, something he truly believes won’t happen any time soon.

His little girl nods, face planting back into his shoulder with another fresh wave of tears. He makes sure to pull his son back in as well, rubbing his hands up and down their backs. He smiles, even if they can’t see it, "Papa's got you, okay? I promise, and you know me, I never break my promises."

The three spend a little while more in their comforting hug before Ajax pulls back, effortlessly picking them both up and setting them down on the bed. "You two can sleep with us tonight. We'll keep the scary dreams away. And, as a treat, I'll make your favourites for breakfast tomorrow. Sound good?"

Though he has to shush his children's cheers in fear of waking you, he wouldn't have it any other way. It's a sign that they're feeling better after all. And as he pulls the blanket over the three of them, grateful that his kids are feeling better while wrapping his arms back around you all, Ajax thanks the gods and you for the tiny family he's been blessed with to love, protect and be loved by, intending to forever keep you all safe.

Diluc

The silence within the winery was not something new to its inhabitants and workers. Well, before the newest addition to the Ragnvindr family it was the norm at least. Now, such peace is a welcome blessing. So, when you returned one evening to a dead quiet home, your curiosity quickly peaked. Even when the baby wasn't making noise there was always at least some finite noise - the crackle of a fire, the almost silent footfalls of the winery's workers, the scribble of a pen. None of that could be heard though, and it was no later than six in the evening.

Toeing off your shoes, you take care to remain quiet. Your first thought is to check the living room. Ever since the birth of your child, Diluc could be found with the little one all over the house. It would be surprising to not see the two together in all honesty. One of the areas that's frequented more than the others is the main lounge space, the wide open section the perfect place for playtime.

Or, perhaps, it’s also the perfect place for nap time.

There, leaning back against the couch was the man himself, mop of red hair released from its usual confines and splaying everywhere. The male's ability to fall asleep even upright never fails to surprise you (you find this usually happens when he wants to rest his eyes for 'just a moment'). Before him lay a stack of papers, the smallest you've ever seen, pen laying unattended not too far. Though, above all other observations, the main eye catcher is the way your two most precious people are sleeping.

Your child, strapped safely in their carrying pouch (originally a gag gift from Kaeya, though proven very useful for when Diluc wants to work and spend time with his little one) has their head resting on their father's chest, cheek smooshed and mouth slightly parted. Diluc remains protective even while asleep, a hand placed securely against your child's back, keeping them close. What was important though was how at peace they were and who were you to ruin this calmness?

So, you take a seat on the matching chair, quietly waving Adelinde over and asking for something to drink before picking up a book. Really though, with how cute they are, you're sure you'll be focusing on the two redheads more than the novel.

Kaeya

When you presented the idea of going into town, Kaeya couldn't help but grow nervous. Shouldn't you rest more? You'd been extremely tired lately and on top of that the baby had been even more of a handful the last few days.

“Darling, I can go get groceries for us,” your husband offers, adjusting his son in his arms. There’s a smile on your face as you glance up from putting on your shoes. Joy blossoms in your heart at the sight of the man you love holding the product of your shared love. What makes the image all the more heartwarming is how alike your son is to his father.

Cooing his name, you straighten up, waking until you’re right in front of the pair, “I’ll be okay, I promise. Some fresh air would do me some good. Besides, it’s not like I’m going very far. I’ll be back in a couple hours, max.” For once at a loss on what to say, Kaeya reluctantly lets you go, now left alone with just his son for company.

He hates to admit it, even to you, but truth be told the male hasn’t the faintest clue what to do. Taking care of Klee or Bennett is one thing, but his own? The mere fact changes everything.

After lingering awhile longer at the door, Kaeya breathes in, turning to walk into the living room. "It seems it's just you and me now little guy." He smiles, gently bouncing the tiny human in his arms. Kaeya's shoulders relax just a little when he gets a happy giggle in response.

He's got this.

. . .

He does not got this.

After taking a seat on the ground Kaeya had spotted a picture book discarded across the room. Figuring that you must have been entertaining the little one with it the male grabs it, deciding that it would be a good start. All his confidence went down the drain though when he couldn't pull a single reaction from his carbon-copy son. Page after page, the boy would just stare at the pictures, not a thought behind his tiny eyes. Kaeya swears to the Archons above that at one point his kid even looked up at him once, a face that could only be read as 'what are you doing?' painted on it.

Sighing, Kaeya stares down at the picture in the book. For a while he just maintains eye contact with the woodland rabbit, cartoonish and with a carrot sticking out of its mouth. He thinks it's rather cute, something babies would definitely like. So why isn't his reacting?

"Almost done," he mumbles, slipping his eyes shut and flipping the page, turning the book back around for his son to see. The male already knows the one line printing in the book, ready to recite it and receive nothing in response.

He's interrupted before he even starts.

Kaeya's eyes fly open, locking on the little human sitting in front of him. There, clear as day, is his son, hand stuck in his mouth but with an undeniable smile plastered on his face. He does a double take, gaze flicking between his son and the picture in the book. "Do you like the snowflake, little one?" Again, louder this time, is a confirming coo, hand slipping from his toothless mouth to clap. Like he understood what his father was asking.

It's a shame you weren't there to see the brightest, most genuine smile Kaeya's ever had. Now, whenever he says 'snowflake' the little baby instantly smiles.

Kazuha

"Please... please..." you're close to tears at this point, a broken record of pleas falling from your lips. Nothing seems to work, feeding, changing, walking around, nothing will settle the poor little fussy baby of yours. You’re so close to giving up, about to settle into the chair within the nursery and just hope the little one tires himself out when approaching footsteps catch your attention.

Stepping through the doorway, that familiar head of white with a sole streak of red appears, an all too knowing smile on his face. "Good evening, my dove. Having some trouble?" Silently you nod, passing the little one over to him when asked nonverbally. "That's no good. I can't have my two favourite people crying, now can I?"

Calm as ever, Kazuha walks towards the crib, eyes never leaving the glossy red ones of his baby. Even as he sets his son down, his cries growing louder at the loss of his parent's warmth, Kazuha never loses that pleasant smile of his. The faint clank of the wooden mobile catches his attention, an idea coming to mind.

"Hush little one, look," he mutters. All at once you can feel the spring breeze coming through the window pick up, the vision clipped to Kazuha's shoulder blade lighting up. With the wind came the brightly coloured leaves Inazuma offers, the colours dancing around in a way much like when the male jumped high into the air, nature his aid.

Eyes closed in concentration, the gust swirls around the room before settling to the area around the crib and mobile. A shift occurs, and it's like the tiny wind becomes a being of its own, playful as it nudges against the hanging wood carvings. It appeared surprised at first, the sensations foreign. It tried again, and again another clank sounded, this time exciting the tiny wind. By now the baby's cries have stopped, tiny red eyes staring up, mouth agape. Leaves fall from the cluster as the elemental energy floats down, now face to face with the little one. It gently brushed against the child's face, something like rubbing noses together. But that's all it took; it was all giggles and clapping from there, and you, you finally got to relax, sinking into the chair more.

A tired smile spreads on your face, the sight of your bundle of joy happy heartwarming. That, and the smile on your husband's face doesn't go unnoticed by you either. Even with his eyes remaining shut, the sounds of delight alone are music to his ears, spurring him to continue his magic trick.

Xiao

Long after you retire for the night, finally gaining the much needed rest you deserve, the yaksha continues to stand guard. Gold eyes shift from the open balcony to where the little one rests, any noise or shift in the air unable to go unnoticed under his watch. He keeps his distance from the crib, fearing his karmic debt will harm the tiny baby you two created. Yet the moment Xiao's keen ears pick up the slightest whine, the beginning of his child's cries piercing the silence of night, it's like some other force far more powerfully takes control.

In a blur of green Xiao's beside his daughter, hands already reaching in to pick her up like he's seen you do many times before. There’s a rush of emotion coursing through his veins - his first desire is to let you sleep more, you’ve done a lot and he just wants to share the workload between the two of you. Secondly, there’s this ache that rings in his chest, it only hurts more and more the longer his child wails. Her cries are different from the piercing screams of babies in town. Instead of wincing and growing irritated, Xiao worriedly stares down at the bundle in his arms, wondering how to soothe her.

“It’s alright, I got you,” he whispers. There’s a tiny part of him that feels stupid for saying that, the phrase foreign on his tongue and unfitting of his usual character. You’ve said it before though and it worked, so the greater whole of him pushes past the self-served embarrassment.

However, as his daughter refuses to settle Xiao feels the hope he had that he had this dwindle. He begins to run through all the tricks he's seen you do and in his flurry of thoughts, his eyes dart to you. By some miracle you still managed to remain asleep, blankets draped up to your gently rising and falling shoulders.

You would've calmed her by now... he thinks, deflating further. Just as he's about to give up and wake you, accept that he's just not fit for the job as a dad, an idea finds its way into his thoughts.

Mixed in with the silence of the night and the tiny cries of his child, faintly the melody of Xiao humming can be heard. It takes a couple beats but the tune catches the tiny baby's attention, her sobs dying down into happy giggles and gurgles. Relief fills him as he unconsciously smiles softly, rocking his arms as he begins to walk around the room. His feet, with a mind of their own, take the two to the balcony, a gentle breeze ruffling his hair.

No longer in a state of despair, bright yellow eyes much like her father's gaze up at the star-littered sky, wonder in her expression. Maybe he does have the capability to be a dad.

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[syneilesis]

☕

She has her hair tied up today, Yves thinks.

The woman grins brightly at him, phone clutched in hand. Emma—Yves had come to remember after she ordered the bitterest coffee with the sweetest smile—has graduated into becoming a regular, and a loyal one at that. At least four times a week and usually in the afternoons. She'd come with a book under her arm and a charming smile that never fails to trap Yves's gaze for seconds longer than he'd like to admit. The second time she came by, she complimented the pastries, which filled Yves with warmth and pride and something he couldn't identify. The only hint of it was the heat that pooled in his cheeks and the way he brushed off her praise with a stuttering denial.

"Good afternoon, Yves!" Emma greets, cheerful and sprightly, that has the barista look at her funny.

"You're too happy today," he says, already preparing Emma's drink despite her not even making her order yet. Every time Emma comes to the cafe she'd order the same coffee but with different pastries. After tasting Yves's brew Emma apparently fell in love, as she had gushed to him when she returned, two days later. That time, Yves dropped the paper cup he'd been holding, which caused Nokto—his co-worker during that shift—to guffaw, much to his embarrassment.

"Of course! I'm going to do something brave today."

Yves does a double-take. "Are you finally trying skydiving?"

"What? Oh, no! Not that kind of brave." She shakes her head before bringing up her phone. With a blush she says, "I'm actually going to text this guy I really like. Ask him out. I came here because I want to be in a place that gives me comfort and courage."

Midway through writing Emma's name on the cup, Yves falters. A guy she likes? Is there even one? Is it the blond guy who hangs onto Emma like a hyper golden retriever? That can't be—Yves has seen her repeatedly rebuff the boy, friendzoning him like one can't believe. If it wasn't the blond kid, then who...?

There's a twinge in Yves's chest that he refuses to examine any further, lest he comes away disappointed and broken. He swallows his unease and musters his own courage. "I-I see ..."

Emma goes on, oblivious to Yves's internal dissolution: "Yeah! Do you—would you help me text him?"

"W-What?" It's an effort to mask the distress in his voice. "Help you?"

"Yes. Do you want to see his picture?"

And what can he say to that? First and foremost, Emma is a customer, and Yves has to accommodate her wishes as a service employee. As they say: the customer is always right—in this case, seemingly right.

"Sure," Yves says, for a lack of anything to answer. At the very least he didn't sound like he ate Clavis's cooking. Small victories.

If anything, Emma's grin widens. She raises her phone a little more and turns it around.

Yves stares back at him through the camera screen.

His brows furrow in confusion. "Huh? Your camera's open, all I'm seeing is myse—oh."

Oh.

It clicks, then.

A hot rush of hope and possibility takes over Yves's body, and he feels like floating on air.

"So ..." For the first time, Emma displays uncertainty, her smile straining and shrinking. "What do you think? Should I ask him out...?"

Words of denial and rejection clamor to escape his mouth, but Yves doesn't really think, doesn't really feel that. More than anything, he wants to say yes. Very, very much.

He tries: "I—"

"No flirting on duty."

The anticipation shatters, and Jin grins toothily at them, wagging his eyebrows in a way that summons a furious blush on both Yves's and Emma's cheeks.

"I—" Yves scrambles. "I'm going to get more coffee beans!"

He practically flies to the back door, leaving an amused Jin and a confused Emma. Yves wants the ground to open up and drop him all the way to the earth's core. He's giddy, he's terrified, he wants to burst into a song. He just hopes Emma's still there when he calms down and gets back.

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri yves #ikepri emma #yves x emma #fic #my fic #coffee shop au #i don't know how to end it so it stops like that #yves goes back out and emma's still there #she continues her confession #and finally yves accepts #outside the cafe rio watches stressfully #the real winner is jin #who gets to watch something funny entertaining and happy

[myspideyboy]

(crush culture)

Peter Parker x male reader!

{ this will be based on the song crush culture by Conan gray and male reader!!}

trigger warnings: cursing, really nothing else

" Crush culture makes me wanna spill my guts out Spill my guts out, spill my guts out "

Peter let out a long sigh as he waited for MJ to come by to help him out with what he would call a very serious problem. Life or death really. This all started years ago, so many years ago it's been longer than what he can count on his hands, but peter being peter figured out just months ago that this feeling wasn't something everyone just felt for people. It was indeed a crush like ned had pointed out for those years but peter thought he just wanted to be the other boy, not with him. Who are we talking about? well the one and only y/n l/n of course! Since 3rd-grade peter had been head over heels for the boy and peter just thought nothing of it, well because he didn't really think he could like another boy. He didn't want to face judgment like he does every day, he may not show it that much but he's a sensitive golden heart boy, so that judgment he would've faced if he allowed himself to know it was indeed a crush would've ruined his poor golden heart. So how does MJ fit into this? Well, it's because she was bold. She wasn't scared to be herself and wasn't really scared of what others had to say about her. Well, that's how she came off as anyways so peter needed her to help with confessing all these built-up feelings for the guy.

" so what did you need?' MJ asked catching peter's attention out of his little made-up world. Peter's face fell into an ' oh shit ' kind of face. He just realized he would have to come out to her and ask for help at the same time. It wasn't fear that made him feel bad, he knew MJ wouldn't care what gender or genders he liked. It was that someone else would've known he's pansexual and someone could overhear. " MJ...how can you tell someone likes you? how...how do I tell someone I like them?" this causes MJ to put one and one together quick and chuckle at him. She raised a brow and sat next to him on the school's stairs "this about y/n?" she asked making peter's heart and breathing stop for a second. "p-pfff...w-what?" peter laughed nervously and looked down at his hands that played with a loose string on his shirt. "...yeah.." Peter muttered. "well between us, and I'm not supposed to say this but you two are dumber than birds with windows...he likes you. Like a lot actually." MJ says and shrugs. Mj and y/n had been friends since kindergarten, the best of friends people can be. They told each other everything so hence why MJ knew about his crush on peter. "what? really?" peter asked in shock as it took him a while to react but a wide smile crawled onto his face. The dorky one he would get when really happy. MJ couldn't help but laugh at peter, not in a way to be mean but just at how he reacted at finally knowing. "yeah peter they have since like the 3rd grade...do you want to go see them with me? he has my sweater" she said, y/n had her sweater for months now and MJ wanted it back now. Peter nodded eagerly at the girl and stood up with pride and joy filling each bone of his body.

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(at y/n house)

peter still couldn't help all these butterflies in his stomach as y/n talked to him, just being around him made him feel like he was going to explode from excitement. Just the whole crush thing made him anxious and yes MJ did say the other boy was as much in love with peter as he was with y/n. That didn't make it easy to confess though because to peter what happened if y/n suddenly changed their mind and would freak out that he liked him in the " I love you " type of way. "peteeeer? you there?" y/n e/c stared at peter with a bit of worry as he snapped his fingers in front of Peter's face to grab his attention hopefully. "hm? oh, yeah! j-just thinking.. ya know" peter says somewhat truthfully. His mind was both racing and blank at the same time and he had no idea how that was possible. "about what?' y/n asked curiously, truth be told y/n was also thinking. Just how nice it was to be with peter evening if MJ was somewhere wandering around his home.

"crushes.." peter says now no longer having focus on the boy but on something around them and away from y/n. Y/n felt a sting in his chest but he chuckled, "does Mr. peter parker have a crush?" the boy teased causing peter to go red and make y/n laugh at how cute he looked. "whos the lucky lady?" he asked. He always assumed peter was straight cause this boy showed no interest in guys besides at y/n but y/n always thought it was because of how close they were. Y/n came out as ___ when he was in the 2nd grade after seeing some rom com with his cousin earlier that week. "guy...its a boy..." peter corrected which took y/n by surprise but that sting in his chest went away now.

"whos the lucky guy?" y/n corrected himself and leaned his head against his hand. Peter stayed quiet from nerves as he was too focused on his own heart beating to hear how y/ns was pounding out of his chest. "Uuhh... do you remember how I took back your stickers and smelly pencils in the 3rd grade from that kid carter?" peter randomly asked. "yeah.. that was like the best day of my life...but you got a bloody nose from him. Why did you bring that up?" y/n asked and chuckled while looking confused, "well....i...i did that because I liked you. You know like boyfriend and boyfriend type of way." peter says. For some reason, peter was tearing up and his voice became shaky. Maybe it was because of the bad memory...or it was because he was actually truly scared he'll lose y/n as a friend forever for this confession. The silence broke peter into a million pieces as he was about to speak again but y/n beat him to it, "that's when I started liking you...in a boyfriend and boyfriend type of way. No one really stuck up for me besides MJ. Especially after I came out." y/n says, leaning forward and in front of peter to wipe his tears away. Peters's fear seem to wash away at the gentle feeling of y/n hand against his cheek and looked at y/n.

"wow... i cant believe i just said that" y/n laughed and looked up at his ceiling, "does this mean I can be your boyfriend peter?" y/n asked with not many emotions showing other than curiosity but he was beyond nervous to ask that. Peter's cheeks and almost his whole face turned red but he nodded quickly. "yeah!.. i mean, yeah" peter chuckled as he tried to calm down his excited yeah to a cooler-sounding one. "aww look the dumb birds are boyfriends" the sudden sound of MJ voice sent both of the boy's head turning. "what does she mean dumb birds?" y/n asked quietly to peter making peter shhing him "don't worry about it"

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this is my first one shot in months and first male reader one, so I hope yall enjoyed it also sorry for spelling mistakes!

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[lovekz]

baby mama <3

syn -> taiju has a baby mother and he just can’t get over her

chubbyfem!reader x taiju shiba

sneak sneak baby ;)

taiju couldn’t take his eyes off you

the minute you approached him in that god forsaken outfit, he knew he’d have to go to church three more times this week

he had to keep reminding himself, he has a girlfriend and he loves her.

that didn’t prevent him from thinking about the way your past pregnancy filled your body out even more.

“you listening?” you asked, waving your hand in front of him and tilting your head

taiju blinked a couple times, making you sigh and put your hands on your hips.

“I said, I need you to watch stasia for a few hours.” you repeated, holding your daughter’s smaller hand in your own.

“why?” taiju asked, raising his eyebrow at you.

it wasn’t like he didn’t want to see his daughter. anastasia was his pride and joy.

it’s the fact that you don’t ever want to let her out of your sight for a few minutes.

she was both of you and taiju’s pride and joys.

“me and stasia made a deal. if she didn’t cry for you while getting her shot, she gets a surprise.” you explained, lifting your daughter up and kissing her jaw.

she giggled, holding onto you and hugging you softly.

“I didn’t cry daddy!” anastasia exclaimed, clapping her hands.

taiju smiled softly, taking her into his strong arms and kissing her cheeks a few times.

“that’s my good girl.” taiju cooed, tickling her sides to watch her giggle.

“taiju?” another voice called, grabbing your attention rather quickly.

you looked behind him, and seen another woman. she was wearing taiju’s clothes with her hair tied back.

“who’s that?” you asked, raising your brow to peak around and see.

taiju turned around, before he began covering the woman with his back.

“no one.” taiju replied, not looking away from his daughter.

you licked the front of your teeth and looked at him, your eyebrow twitching.

you were starting to get mad, and taiju could see it with the way you balled your fists.

“give me my fuckin daughter.” you muttered, holding your hands out.

“language.” taiju looked at you with a deep frown, still holding the confused anastasia to his chest.

you sighed, looking around to see the same woman stand in the window watching.

taiju followed your line of sight, until you had looked away and shook your head.

“I don’t want anastasia around one of.. those women.” you looked up at him.

“oh don’t be mad. she can’t replace you.” taiju chuckled, placing anastasia down to waddle to you.

“oh I know honey. this pussy ain’t something you can forget so fast.” you whispered of his ear, kissing the lobe of it.

you lifted anastasia up and walked back over to your car, cooing to her quietly.

yeah he knows. he knows it very well.

fin~

(we fuckin w/ this or not?)

#shiba taiju #taiju shiba #taiju x reader #tokyo revengers taiju #taiju shiba x reader #Tokyo Revengers

[edensrose]

M'hoping that this is okay for a request but can I request E, F, T, X and Z with Tomoe and Legolas?

Lmao, I'm like barely restraining myself from sending in a bunch of requests in a row and fill all of your slots with my yan obsession help 😭😭

Take care of yourself bestie and change this request as you see fit if you decide to do it 💜💜

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 & 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 1k event: yandere

( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ tomoe, legolas ( separately ) ⠀〳 reader⠀ ❜࿔

· ⊰ synopsis. ( yandere themes ៸៸ possessive and obsessive behaviour ៸៸ manipulation ៸៸ dark themes in general viewer discretion advised )

· ⊰ note. of course spoops bby!! nice to see that I got a tomoe request hehe. here you go, hope you like it 💕

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTOMOE

ʚ exposed: how much of their heart do they bare to their darling? how vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Tomoe wouldn’t show you much of his heart - then again, it’s not like he really did even before he snapped. However, it would be noted that he’s definitely worse at showing his true feelings to you after his snap

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ʚ fight: how would they feel if their darling fought back?

It would be a combination of both irritation and amusement. He finds it endearing that you think you have a fighting chance - and then the irritation settles in. He realises that you don’t want him. And that irritation quickly simmers into rage 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ʚ tears: how do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He is a bit conflicted about seeing you cry. One on hand, there’s that part deep down that would probably be a little thrown off. It never lasts long and over time he learnt to push that part of him down. Now he finds pride in your cries. After all, you’re doing them for him. Why shouldn’t he?

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ʚ xoanon: how much would they revere or worship their darling? to what length would they go to win their darling over?

Tomoe definitely had a very passive way of trying to win you over. Granted, he was never good at expressing his emotions - so he simply did the only thing he knew how; treat you like everyone else but protect and provide for you as much as he could. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ʚ zenith: would they ever break their darling?

Not intentionally, but it’s definitely a possibility. He wouldn’t quite know what to do should he break you - but, eventually. . . he will learn to live with it. You are far more compliant. Perhaps your broken state can finally see the love that he has for you 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ LEGOLAS

ʚ exposed: how much of their heart do they bare to their darling? how vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

He would show you some vulnerability, probably the same amount he did before his little snap. But that’s the unnerving part - the sane and yandere side of him are almost indistinguishable 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ʚ fight: how would they feel if their darling fought back?

Legolas definitely wouldn’t appreciate it should you try to fight back. Why were you trying to leave him? After everything that he has done for you? After all the love he has given to you!? Needless to say, he would become rather angered the more you resist and fight him - it’s one of the quickest ways to piss him off 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ʚ tears: how do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He doesn’t particularly like it when you cry, let alone scream. However, he wouldn’t stop whatever he is doing immediately. Perhaps falter in the slightest, but definitely not stop. He’ll spin the narrative on you instead: “look. . . look at these tears. You made me do this! I love you, I don’t want to hurt you. . . this is your fault.’’ 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ʚ xoanon: how much would they revere or worship their darling? to what length would they go to win their darling over?

Legolas tried to win you over the old-fashioned way. Sweep you off your feet and hope you fall for him. He would definitely hold you in high regard - praise wouldn’t be something that would be lacking. If you behave, that is 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ʚ zenith: would they ever break their darling?

He wouldn’t dream of it. He always makes sure to never go too far, to always try and keep you in the right headspace. He’s not sure what he would do if he truly lost you - perhaps that would be the only way to free yourself of him 

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[seollenda]

past tense and an arms length (taeyeon/reader)

get your taeyeon angst here…with a side of annoyed wingman fany. because taetae is always on the mind and has only become more and more now i’m back into binging gg content ;w;

word count: ~2,000

CW: n/a

“we don’t talk anymore.”

maybe taeyeon hadn’t meant it to come across that bluntly, but the media didn’t miss out on the sound bite. a few korean outlets wheedled their way into your inbox, digging up your contact info and demanding comments that you couldn’t even arrange into coherence anyway. you tried to ignore them the best you could.

even when tiffany came knocking one day, with the deepest frown and a pout that betrayed some irritation as well.

“taetae wants to talk.” she set her cargo down on a recently wiped down countertop—grimey produce that you know she foraged from her nearest farmers market. the next bag was a black plastic one, filled to the brim with your favourite korean snacks. her version of a love language.

“i thought we don’t talk anymore.”

maybe you hadn’t meant it to come across that sensitive either.

(or maybe you both had.)

in any case, tiffany wasn’t having it.

she set a bottle of riesling next to the potatoes, which you snatched up and immediately stuck in your fridge.

“you know she didn’t mean it that way. she has to watch what she says nowadays…”

“right, and she sure did a good job at keeping the buzz down,” you replied, digging through the groceries to put them away. fany just watched you bustle around, nonplussed. you continued, a pang of what you tried to identify as resentment twisting your stomach. “maybe she forgot to consider that i have a life to live here…my inbox was quiet enough until this bullshit.”

“y/n.” tiffany snapped. “stop bullshitting me. i’ve never seen you sulk this bad, even since you moved.” you finally relented and looked her in the eyes. “frankly i’m tired of being the in between for your annoying ass drama. so for my sake, figure it the fuck out.”

guilty. your heart sank.

“fany…” you started, setting the onions down and brushing the dust off your hands on your shirt. you came around the kitchen island, reaching for a hug. “i’m sorry…i’m so selfish sometimes…”

“it’s okay,” she accepted your arms. she smelled of the same peony perfume she’d shown off excitedly the last time you’d met—when things seemed so settled in and moved on, finally. you’d secured your biggest theater role yet, moved into the apartment you’d searched for, adopted a kitten. you’d felt that glowing pride and admiration from your closest friend, someone who had always seemed to have it all figured out from the beginning. in her shadow in america, then los angeles, you had grown content, even when she pushed you to carry on. and you finally felt like you’d shed the stage name, finally yourself, an artist in her own right here in a city where they were much more seldom recognized. where they could refuse and avoid prying korean press, and they grew uninterested enough not to bother. a new email domain had felt like a silly small step in that realization.

until fucking kim taeyeon decided to mention you on live prime time radio.

a month out since that happy brunch, now tiffany regarded you with weary disappointment.

“i know she hurt you, and what she did wasn’t fair,” she prodded, honest yet affectionate. she tucked your hair behind an ear, sensing the rising tide of emotion in you. “but you really hurt her too. taengu…” fany trailed off, and you were reminded of the fact that yes, the two of them were soulmates in a way, too. closest of friends, and you’d been the cause of her best friend’s three years of pain.

you gritted your teeth against tears.

“she’s coming to los angeles this week,” tiffany said suddenly. “international interviews before comeback, now that things are opened up again.” she leveled a stare at you. “she wants to see you. she’s doing a big thing, stepping forward first.” her grip squeezed firmly on your shoulders. “so meet her halfway.”

“okay.” you said, if only to release her vice grip on you. you returned to your tidying, feeling churning butterflies already.

“you don’t even have to make up,” tiffany said, her tone finally loosening into something resembling her usual self. “honestly, it’s probably best if you two don’t hook up. at least for now.”

she grinned at the dirtiest glare you could manage and shrugged unapologetically.

“sorry, neither of you are over it,” she wandered over to your fridge, apparently too impatient to wait for the wine to chill. “you have a type, clearly. so does she. honestly it’s kinda creepy how accurate it is…”

“she…” you couldn’t resist. “she’s been in a relationship?”

“only flings,” fany rolled her eyes, handing you a glass. you sipped at it. tart and way too sweet. just the way tiffany young liked it. “she’s been off men since you, to be honest. one guy, and he deadass kinda reminded me of you, too.“

“celeb?”

“tattoo artist.”

“i’d never have been a tattoo artist,” you couldn’t help but snort. tiffany laughed too.

“maybe that’s why that one was over so fast.” she rolled her eyes. “anyway. i’d have said you have higher ground on this one but i know you’re still way too hung up on her.”

you exhaled, leaning on the countertop with a hanging head.

“can you blame me?”

kim taeyeon. no woman had gripped you like she had. maybe whatever…this was was mutual after all.

if she’d seemed so touchy about the topic on some random radio show.

—

“hey.”

“hi.”

it was unusual for either of you to call rather than text, but somehow messages seemed more intimate than a phone call. at least both parties could pretend to have forgotten what was said when words were released into receivers, dissolved into air immediately.

“did we want to meet tomorrow? brunch? fany said she reserved a quiet spot for us with good food.”

hearing her voice call your mutual friend by that nickname betrayed another rush of nostalgia. you gripped the phone tighter, pressing your lips together. you weren’t sure what was threatening to spill out of you, but you didn’t trust yourself.

“yeah, sure.” you swallowed, your voice even.

“eleven AM, the blue barrow,” she said shortly. her tone was indecipherable, especially over a crackly connection.

“got it.”

a silence began to stretch uncomfortably. fany’s words repeated reproachfully in your head. so you made an effort.

“you landed today?”

“yeah, this morning.” she exhaled. you could hear her voice opening up to you already. the hint of weariness was familiar, one which had always pricked your attention. “rest, tae,” you would have repeated until she listened (sometimes it took more than a few patient repetitions).

rest. moments the two of you had shared turned to what the other girls surreptitiously dubbed “quality time”. the two of you lay in the same cramped dorm bed, fingers intertwined and talking about anything and nothing, dreams and realities. comparing hands, tracing veins, remarking about anything in a way that you felt like you learned something everytime. something about taeng, but something about yourself.

rest, taeng-ah.

—

dressed down, wrapped up in a semblance of incognito fashion, she was still stunning when she lowered her shades and lifted her cap.

“hey, y/n.”

she said your name this time.

“hi taeyeonie.”

the conversation was stilted, the food delicious. her gaze was furtively attentive when she thought you didn’t notice, otherwise guarded in a way that hurt.

so much for her making the first step. tiffany had always been an optimist.

and maybe a bit of a liar. this taeyeon didn’t want anything to do with you, even as she sat before you and you breathed her air and thought you were looking into her eyes.

“that was delicious,” you mustered some cheer, collecting your card. (the meal your treat, you’d insisted. she didn’t resist as hard as she normally would. maybe she didn’t see it as worth it anymore. it didn’t seem like a running tab would occur between the two of you at this rate.)

she watched you get to your feet, taking a deep breath before bolting hastily to her own. her words came clumsily and overeagerly. you knew she’d held onto them longer than she should’ve.

“can i see your apartment?”

you raised an eyebrow, attempting sone lighthearted ribbing.

“inviting yourself over?”

“i just—“ she stammered, her nervous hands landing among dishes to lean on the tabletop. “fany told me so much about your new place and your cat and you know, i—“

“i’m just kidding,” you cut in, saving her from giving an answer that you knew neither would want to admit. you saw her shoulders slacken slightly. “yeah, you can come over.”

—

what had possessed you to let kim taeyeon take another step into your life?

she was on your threshold, fumbling off her flats and stepping into your apartment. not at the scale one might have imagined for an ex-girls generation member. but cozy and well kept and just what you’d dreamed of all along.

“it’s lovely,” she said finally. clutching the couch back, facing away from you. “it’s very you. what i’d always imagined your home might look.”

“guess i haven’t changed there.”

she turned around, her eyes bright with tears.

“i shouldn’t have come, i’m sorry.” but she only stepped closer. her gaze searched your face, desperate. “but i had to see you.”

“i know.” you swallowed hard. she reached out, tentative but encouraged. her hands were small, warm in yours. “i don’t know what i expected.”

“i had things to say to you.” she broke into a watery chuckle, embarrassed. “i wrote it all down…” she reached toward her jeans pocket but thought better of it, returning her hands to yours. “but i thought maybe you should get a chance to talk this time.”

you exhaled a breath held. her warm gaze gave you strength. even after all these years.

“i think i finally understood why you had to.” your eyes were dry, somehow. “but you could’ve told me, taeyeon. none of it made sense to me.”

“yeah,” she looked down. “i thought it was easier if you didn’t know. it barely made sense to me.” tae released a hand to clutch lightly at her scalp in bemusement. “i was double-stupid for expecting you to stay.”

“i would’ve hoped for it too,” you replied. the memories came back in a messy, warm, sentimental flurry. “we were so young…”

“wasn’t it fun?”

she gazed into you. nobody could dig into you like her, lay you bare in a way that frightened you at first. that had been the initial, passionate draw. to be seen so nakedly, it was inevitable to want find more. not just of the other girl. but the pieces of yourself you could find in her eyes.

it was stupid and dangerous, but it tugged at you again. even a hundred life events since you’d last met her this way.

“it was.” past tense. it had to be, or else you’d be driven insane again. the girl on your television, the girl who couldn’t stop herself from uttering your name, the girl whose lyrics echoed the exact words she’d spoken to you one of those warmest nights. ones that you’d thought she’d forgotten, but you could never release.

“i loved you.”

she was quiet.

past tense. past tense.

“i loved you too.”

and she stepped first, finally. her lips were just the same as you remembered, her hands finding the same points on your waist and then up to cup your face. she was just the same, it was all just the same.

you were stupid and young and lovesick again, and kim taeyeon was yours again.

“i still want to.”

the two of you had always known what you’d wanted. her words hadn’t changed either. you’d been a fool after all, forgetting willfully or otherwise.

with tae, it was always the present.

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[maybeitsmagic]

2022

the moments come back in sips and forkfuls:

chewing that succulent pulpo on troncones beach, aarti and i agreeing in january “this is gonna be our year.” slurping a piña colada while wading in that tranquil pacific water,

                                   s w i r l i n g on life’s highs.

toasting mimosas before hitting the slopes at alta / and passing a hazy IPA back and forth on the chilly lift ride up.

cooking that alison roman chicken (juicy as always) in the catskills for friends who are more like family while the spring rain came down.

neon orange spritzes with michael and oliver on the patio, reveling in our first east bay summer-- oh, and spilling yogurt on the new couch, our pride and joy that took 10 months to arrive.

finding those savory tomato cocktails in paris that reminded me of our favorite oakland bar. and remember that 3-hour lunch near the latin quarter when i cried from joy during dessert?!                                     (strawberries in snow.)

sipping pinot with winemakers in burgundy, feeling spoiled and ignorant and blissful. thinking: in california, we have no traditions! not like these europeans, who’ve made wine with the same grapes since the 11th century.                              but noting: there’s freedom in that too.

feeling shiny in provence on the rooftop of an above-our-class hotel, inhaling espresso martinis and cured meats until long after the sun went down.

twirling, floating, or more accurately inching down the drought-dry russian river with friends, chugging watermelon beer instead of water, throwbacks on repeat. trading popsicles for a few more cans of seltzer from passing floaters. deciding 32 sounded better than 31.

realizing life has no meaning without flavor when we got covid in new york. ramen tasting like salty mush and sadness. at least we got it celebrating, we consoled ourselves, since our friends’ wedding was a worthy cause.

unwrapping spam musubis on waikiki beach -- a place that feels like my childhood. laughing at divya’s dad ‘fit after two mai tais, both of us sans-makeup at the bar (is this what your 30s look like? more wrinkles, less care.)

that november meal at fish & bird when we were trying to get my mind off twitter news. my phone died as the food came out, then sputtered back to life to tell me my time at the company was over. we laughed about my phone, then i sobbed between mouthfuls of raw fish.

the sashimi at the salmon farm in new zealand! soft slices melting on our tongues. mom looking pleased as ever, scraping the last bit of broth from her chowder bowl.

the night before new year’s eve, finishing a bottle of willamette pinot way too quickly, puzzling out an impossible sherlock holmes game with my person and dog beside me and the snow falling softly outside. ---

ending the year with no job / no idea what 2023 might serve me, these are the moments that fill my mind. i can say i not only got through 2022 but savored it. it was a year of indulgences with loved ones, revisiting “normals,” and traveling in search of perfect bites -- finally understanding this is how i make meaning of the world.

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[jungwoniics]

is that me on your lockscreen? — OT7

↦ pairing: enhypen / enhypen x reader

↦ synopsis: when they see a picture of them as your phone wallpaper

↦ genre: fluff, crack/humour

↦ rating: g

↦ w/c: 0.5k+

↦ warnings: none

↦ a/n: HELLAUR EVERYONE ^_^ finally wrote another hc after so long omg !! hope you guys will enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it! i think i'll start working on more hcs for now lol! don't worry, i have a couple of other fics i'm working on too (and don't forget rumours!!!) anyway,, have a great day everyone !!

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≡;- ꒰ ° 𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚 . ꒱

you literally panic when you realise heeseung is seated right next to you

you’re sure he saw your phone screen but you still try to hide your screen anyway 💔

he laughs the cutest laugh you have ever heard 😭😻

i’m sure everyone can relate to the above statement

“did you know you’re my lockscreen too” 😆😆

what if you melt right in that moment esp after he flashes his lockscreen right under your nose with the cutest smile on his face 🥺🥺

#whippedforoneanother

≡;- ꒰ ° 𝗝𝗔𝗬 . ꒱

can i just start off by saying that jay has such instagram worthy photos 😭😭

and one of those ig-worthy photos happens to be your lockscreen #yas

he crosses his arms and leans back on his chair with the biggest smirk on his face 😏

“i look expensive there” ⛓🔒

indeed you do, jay. you always do 😭❤️‍🔥

he shows you his lockscreen and it’s a picture of you 🥺🥺

#expensivecouplegoals 👑

≡;- ꒰ ° 𝗝𝗔𝗞𝗘 . ꒱

you and jake are cuddling while watching tv when your phone pings

you had recently changed your lockscreen and when jake sees his face bright on your screen, he’s taken aback slightly 😆

“is that… me?” 🤨

no it’s my dad, ofc it’s you jake 😅

“hm, i look hot” 🥵🥵

HELLAUR??? his duality>>>>>

jake idt i’ve told you this but,, ilu <3 i mean don’t we all?

≡;- ꒰ ° 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗡 . ꒱

ngl i think you all might alrdy suspect what his reaction is lol 😆😆

your phone suddenly lights up from a notif while you were playing a game with hoon

before you can turn it off, he already saw your lockscreen which is none other than him

he shakes his head, clicking his tongue 🤨

“tsk, i’m so handsome” 😀🔫

yes hoon, you’re so handsome i might cry 😭😭

not exactly a bonus but he spends the rest of the day repeating himself every time your phone screen lights up from a notif </3

≡;- ꒰ ° 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗢𝗢 . ꒱

has the widest grin on his face out of pride

“wow i’m your lockscreen as i should” 👄💅🏼

YES YOU TELL ‘EM SUNOO 💪💪

your cheeks turn a visible crimson red and sunoo just laughs

“my handsomeness and cuteness are on a different level that i can be both at the same time 😆☝️☝️”

sunoo what if i cry 😭😭

yes sunoo, your handsomeness and cuteness will be the death of me ❤️‍🩹

≡;- ꒰ ° 𝗝𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗪𝗢𝗡 . ꒱

literally has the widest smirk on his face 🤨

you quickly tilt your screen away from him but you’re too late

he just smiles watching you get all flustered 😳

once you think you’ve calmed down, he smirks again

“that boy on your lockscreen is cute” 😻🥺

“YES HE IS 😻” you thought but ofc you don’t tell him that

he suddenly hugs you from the back and shows you his phone lockscreen which obviously is a picture of you and him together <3

≡;- ꒰ ° 𝗡𝗜𝗞𝗜 . ꒱

his heart literally explodes seeing him as your lockscreen wallpaper ❤️‍🔥

but ofc, he tries to keep his cool and pretend he doesn’t care 👁👄👁

you know he noticed

and what was once your cheeks becoming red turns into disappointment from the lack of reactions ☹️

“wanna know what my lockscreen is?” he suddenly asks you 🤨

“IT’S BISCO LOL 😅” <//3

hellaur??? riki?? do you love bisco more than your s/o :((

naur ofc he’s kidding his lockscreen is the goofiest picture of you 😹😹

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[silverdelirium]

hi! can you do one where draco and the reader are married (don’t make them old please make them like the married rich pretty milf and dilf couple), and they have a daughter. anyway, draco is out because of work/something else (it’s up to u) and the reader is with their daughter and they get into a small fight and the daughter says something really bad/hurtful to the reader (her mother) and the reader like gets sad (make it bad so it can be dramatic😏) and when draco gets home he finds the reader like crying (smoking too bc a milf smoking is hot but if you don’t want to add it it’s fine) and yeah basically the rest is up to you :)) ily hope ur well and fine. <3

CIGARETTES & INSECURITIES | D.M

thank you hoe @selenesheart for helping me with the title ily

warnings: anxiety, lowkey panic attack, insecurities of being a bad mother, mean child, smoking, angst w a happy ending

———

draco’s hurried steps were heard echoing across the hallway as he rapidly made his way downstairs, cussing his boss out under his breath for calling him on a fucking Sunday. the same sunday he was about to spend basking in the love of his wife and child, all expectations now turned to mush.

“i’m sorry i have to go, my love. call me if you need anything, okay?” spoke draco, tone soft as he held your face in his hands, giving you one last sad smile before pressing a sweet kiss on your lips.

you gave him a feeble nod in response with a reassuring smile, watching him storm off in long strides, still swearing in hushed whispers and with a flick of his wand, he was gone.

you instantly took notice of how intense the atmosphere got around the manor- almost scary. deadly quiet with your four-year-old toddler still asleep and big curtains blocking any sunlight from coming in.

it almost caused goosebumps to rise on your arms as if the universe was already warning you of the day you were gonna have to deal with today.

maybe the first bad thing to happen today was being woken up by draco’s phone going off like crazy with calls of his boss and endless text messages of his colleagues.

it didn’t matter though, you had other things to worry about. your toddler was already walking down the stairs with a sleepy stare as she made her way to you, immediately taking notice of how there was no trace of draco, and looking around for any signs of her father.

“hi there” you greeted, giving her a sympathetic smile when she asked for draco, her small body already wrapped around your torso. a small sigh with a brief explanation of a work emergency was given to her. her sour mood amplifying a tenfold for every word that left your mouth.

she stayed quiet for a moment, and just as you started beaming at the thought of calming a daddy’s girl- she sobbed heavily in your ear, clinging hard to you but still screaming for draco.

a grimace found its way to your face along with a sorrowful expression as you shushed her down, tracing your fingers down her spine; a small trick you always did to relax her in days like this.

her sobs quieted down but she still cried silently in your shoulder, hot tears rolling down her face that had you questioning whether you should call your husband or not, the thought accompanying the insecurity of being a terrible mother who can barely keep her child tranquil.

after a few minutes of letting her pour all her emotions out, you made a path to the kitchen and sat her down on the barstool, wiping her tears away as she huffed in what seemed to be an angry expression.

“would you like some breakfast, baby?” you spoke, tone soft and slow as to not aggravate the situation.

“i want daddy”

“he’s- he’s not here right now” you tried to reason, watching as she took a deep breath but said nothing.

you turned around to head for the stove. but your ears caught a small murmur of “you’re the worst” coming from none other than your daughter.

a thunder-struck look adorned your face, blinking back the tears that found their way to your waterline.

ever since you found out you were pregnant, the anxiousness of being a not good enough mom had filled you in seconds, thinking of the worst scenarios possible throughout the pregnancy. draco was always there to ease your nerves a bit, yet, never quite pushing them away completely.

and jesus- did that simple three-word sentence stung painfully at your heart.

you stayed frozen in place for a few moments before taking a deep breath and quickly collecting yourself, continuing your errands around the kitchen as you made an effort to ignore the way your hands became clammy and heartstrings were pulled harshly in your chest.

the rest of the day went painfully slow, your daughter completely ignoring you and just curling up on the couch or playing in her room, always slamming the door in your face whenever you attempted to talk to her. your back also aching from having to do all house chores by yourself. every once in a while getting a text message from draco, rushed typos of “i love you” and “i’m gonna be there soon”.

——

the clock read 6:07 P.M and you held the cigarette to your lips with shaky fingers, tears blurring your vision as all the frustration from today came crashing down at once.

sobs rocked through your body as you inhaled the smoke and blew it out past your nostrils. warm, thick tears not coming to a halt even once.

your cries muffled every sound around you. not taking notice of draco who was now frantically searching for you, already finding your daughter safe and asleep on the couch. yet you were nowhere to be found.

it took one look at the cigarette package on the dining table for draco to locate you. he knew about your anxiety and how bad it got when triggered.

his heart ached and fists clenched at his side as he turned to his baby girl, snuggling her deeper into the thick fluffy blanket before making his way to the porch where you sat with a hand to your sternum, big clouds of smoke fogging the air around you.

“oh, baby” he sympathized, not giving you time to react as he enveloped you in a big hug, feeling the way your curled your fists on his shirt and sobbed quietly, taking ragged breaths every once in a while.

after a few minutes of taking shallow breaths, you pulled your head back from his chest, just enough to stare at his face, his bright grey eyes running down every feature you had, almost like he was studying it.

“what happened today?” he whispered, closing his eyes and connecting his forehead with yours.

you released a breath through your nose and lit off the cigarette on the small table next to you before explaining every small detail from today to draco, a few tears escaping at some points.

once you were done, draco removed his head from yours, pulling back and displaying both of his palms on your cheeks, observing your tear-stained face made him ache with sorrow.

“my love” he started “you are the world’s greatest mother to ever exist, a bad day with your child does not define your abilities as a mom. she loves you, we all do. you don’t know how fuzzy she gets when you’re not here.”

his words made a small smile crack through your lips, buzzing nerves slowly weighing down after every syllable he spoke.

“we would all be doomed if it wasn’t for you. every parent has a bad day, do not beat yourself up for it, it happens to the best of us.” he finalized, chest swelling with pride once he saw how you were full-on beaming, puckering your lips like a silent sign for a kiss which he gladly provided.

“i love you” you mumbled against his mouth.

“i love you more” he responded.

———

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[honeyabyss]

Phone calls after Mc returned to the human realm

Lucifer:

this man is stubborn, calling you would be like admitting he's gone soft and his pride does not allow that!

so he refuses to call for the first few weeks, keeping himself busy with work of which he has enough anyway

due to all his student council work, a few other tasks of Diavolo and on top of that the usual shenanigans of his brothers, he quickly becomes very stressed

he's at his breaking point and needs someone to talk to so he can release some of his stress before he takes it out on someone else

so he goes to your old room and starts talking as soon as he enters it, only to stop confused when he doesn't see you in the room, remembering only now you left for the human realm

disappointed he sits down onto the bed and curls the blanket around himself

"Their scent is almost gone...Soon it'll be as if they were never here"

he closes his eyes, sighs softly and makes his decision

"Mc? I hope I didn't wake you. I simply thought a conversation would be nice, it's been a while..."

Lucifer's call is pretty casual, he talks about his day, work and his troublemaker brothers, it almost feels like any other day before just this time it is over phone

he does not want to admit he misses you, a) because he'd seem weak and b) he fears what admitting it will do to him, he might just miss you even more

BUT while saying goodbye he accidentally lets a "I miss you" slip, his breathing stops shortly realizing his mistake, he is about to apologize when you say it back

he smiles softly, genuinely relieved about your shared sentiment and whispers "I'll call you again soon then" before hanging up

from then on he calls you every evening and you better jump right away and pick up at the first ringing, because this man is lonely without you

Mammon:

"Congratulations! You're one of our lucky winners of our monthly Devil-Lottery. We'll have to confirm your bank account number with the one given to us when you agreed to participating in the lottery. Would you be so kind to slowly repeat the number-"

this greedy demon will quite literally try to scam you, only to absolutely panic when you hang up on him

he will instantly call you back, constantly adjusting his glasses, a nervous habit he acquired over the years

"H-hey...Mc...uhm, it's me your favourite demon!"

he is relieved you picked up, as it means you didn't block him right away, he stumbles over his words trying to find an excuse why he just tried to scam you

"Ah you know I only did that to test you, you've passed nobody scams my human! You're my amazing human after all! That's why I love you...u-uh I-i mean...nothing...that was a static you must have misheard..."

when you tell him you knew it was him as you recognized his voice, he'll be outraged, screaming into his D.D.D (and probably later getting punched by Lucifer for being so loud)

"What do you mean you already knew?! You dared to hang up on The Great Mammon?

He gets a bit sulky by your reaction, so how about playing into his obvious lie of testing you to make him feel better again

besides trying to scam you Mammon also called to (not so sneakily) check on your wellbeing

now that you're gone he constantly worries about you and he can't do much to help, but if you were actually in need of help due to whatever, trust me he'd fight Lucifer himself for permission to go to you

he'll call you as often as he can, sometimes with a few days of a break in between, asking you about your life and also letting you in on his upcoming money making schemes...please don't tell Lucifer about them

Mammon has learned his lesson though, he'll never try to scam you again, he couldn't bare it if you were to block or ignore his calls

Leviathan:

phone calls? Why? You two can just talk about the in-game talk function of this new online game you play, but no real world talk while playing that ruins the immersion!

Levi will rarely call you as he just doesn't feel comfortable enough to talk with you about normie stuff for too long

he normally just spam writes you, ding, ding, ding, one message after another coming in without you being able to respond quick enough

so if gets too much and you decide to just call him so you can have an actual chance of responding, Levi just panics and almost drops his D.D.D

"Mc? D-did you accidentally hit the c-call button? N-no? I-i see no I love you too!!....AAAAAAAh I-i meant I l-l-love t-talking to you too...hehehe w-why would a yucky o-otaku like me say something like that"

poor boy is so nervous he'll say something stupid and will stutter a lot the first few times you call him, he is just not used to talking on the phone

he will laugh nervously over everything and sometimes there'll be a phase of awkward silence, but please don't point it out, Levi is already stressed enough as it is

once he gets used to calls, he'll surprisingly suggests to have a phone call while both of you are watching the new episode of an anime, so he'll be able to talk to you as if you're right next to him, which works out mediocre at first, you have to tell him to be a bit quieter a few times but besides that it's quiet nice

"Ooooooowhooooooah!!! Did you see that? That was amazing, I wish I had these superpowers, I'd save you of every danger like a real hero! W-what do you mean I'm already your hero?"

Yes, you saw and heard it, and your neighbours probably heard Levi...

on the rare occasions Levi calls you he'll often asks you for favours like to buy him this exclusively in the human realm sold limited edition game, of course he isn't like his scummy brother Mammon who'll constantly asks for things and he'll also make it up by sending you stuff you can only get on Akuzon

so calls don't happen very often, but neither if you really mind, you'll still be in contact through messages and games

Satan:

Satan will be very proper about calling you, he'll check through messages if you're fine with him calling you, so he can be sure you have time and he doesn't bother you

Satan never jumps into a conversation right away (unless he is angry), he makes sure to show interest in you and hold a bit small talk, asking about your day, how you're doing and so on

you talk about many different things with him mostly about your shared interests, but Satan is willing to listen to you ramble about hobbies he doesn't have as well

one thing you two quickly come to do was have book club sessions over phone

"I wish you were still here Mc. I miss my book discussion partner, nobody here has as interesting opinions and views as you..."

back in Devildom you two would both read a book and afterwards discuss your thoughts, and you found a way too keep doing just that

you both write about books, decide on one to read for the week and would than have a phone call where you just talk for hours about the piece of literature you've read

now that you're back in the human realm, the book choices are even bigger as you can read human books as well, you just have to send a copy to Satan, sometimes Barbatos will be nice and pick a book up and deliver it to Satan, or to you if it's the other way around with a demon book

"Oh? No, you're right. I haven't thought about it like that yet...your thoughts are so fascinating!"

Satan will shower you in praise for every little detail that you noticed yet he missed. he genuinely enjoys your phone calls, and though he wouldn't admit it, sometimes he anticipates your call more than the actual book

even though there now is a bigger distance between you two he still feels as close to you as before, not much has changed for him and he knows he'll be able to see you again soon, he'll just have to be patient

"Next week, same time? I'm looking forward to talking to you again. Take care until then!"

Asmodeus:

"Oh my Lord! You won't believe what just happened!!!"

no greeting or alike, just straight into the discussion

whenever something gossip worthy happens, Asmo is already dialling your number to spill the tea and keep you updated on any Devildom related gossip, even if it won't help you much, it's a nice thought of him keep you in the loop

those are only the spontaneous call though, obviously you can't take these all the time...you still have a life of your own...

you two actually call each other every day at the same time, plus/minus a couple minutes, the water in the tub has to be filled first...yeah Asmo likes to talk you while he is taking his afternoon bath

"Hahh it's so relaxing, warm water caressing my beautiful skin, and the bath bomb today smells so good! I wish you could smell it, or even better I wish we could bathe together!"

*water sloshing noises intensified*

Asmo...no....yes...maybe...just stop, you'll fluster Mc!

"No really! I miss having you here, I'll pamper you all day the next time I'll get to see you. You must already be starved of my beauty, but don't worry my dear, I'm just as starved of seeing your lovely face!"

what to talk about while he is bathing? Anything really if it's about your day, any complains or whatever, just expect a few innuendos of him...that's nothing new though

seriously though Asmo is the guy to talk to about any of your problems, he will listen and try to come up with a solution for you, even if he seems a bit narcissistic sometimes he really cares about you, so use your phone calls as therapy from time to time

"Oh darling, don't worry it'll be okay! I'm here to help...now tell me every detail so I can come up with a plan! I'll always be there for you, no matter what!"

Beelzebub:

"*munch munch* This one is really good! Mc you should try some...oh"

now that you're back in the human realm, Beels snack times are very lonely, he has just gotten so used to your presence, even sharing his food is normal by now

and let's be honest Beels snack time is 24/7 so he misses you a lot

he feels the urge to call you every five minutes and sometimes even forgets to eat while phone is ringing and he is waiting for you to pick up

but you can't constantly talk with him over phone so the calls often end up on your voicemail where Beel tells you about all the different kind of foods he ate that day

when Belphie catches wind of his twin constantly pestering you, he hides Beels D.D.D so he can't call you all the time

when you're actually able to pick up on his call, Beel will be so happy you can quite literally hear his huge grin while he's excitedly talking about his current snack

"Have you ever tried spicy bat-wings? There opened a new restaurant in town and it's really good!! Next time you're here I'll invite you there. Oh but what if it closes before you're back...ah you'll just have to visit soon!"

though Beel is often disappointed when you don't pick up, he would never hold it against you, he knows he calls quite a lot, but he just misses you and tipping a message while he eats is harder than putting his D.D.D on speaker and talking to you

of course he doesn't only talk about food, he also tells you about how his brothers are doing and how his workout was, or what things he has planned to do at the weekend, all in all Beel is just super happy to share everything of his life with you

on rare occasions he'll call you and be untypically quiet, that happens when he had a fight with his twin, it's not often but sometimes it happens and his first instinct is to call you, because he feels like he can tell you everything so he is very comfortable and trusting with you

"I miss you a lot, you know...but I also know that you think about me daily, every time your stomach rumbles you'll be reminded of me and that makes me happy, I also think about you every time I'm hungry! Hm? But I'm always hungry? That's right! You're always on my mind!"

Belphegor:

Listen, his sleeping schedule is very tight, you can't just expect him to call you!

he will call you so rarely and if you call him it might just happen that he is sleeping and has phone on silent...or he's just to lazy to walk to his phone, or he is just not in the mood to talk... he takes any excuse to not be on the phone

Belphie does like talking to you, but he is not the greatest at long conversations so he like messages more

sometimes when he can't seem to fall asleep, he will be the one to call you...in the middle of the night...and you better pick up or he gets annoyed

"What took you so long? I thought you wanted to talk more often and then you leave me hanging for a whole minute? Doesn't matter I would have waited longer with you...."

he is mostly silent through a phone call, his main reason to call you is because he like to listen to you talk, it's calming to him and if he calmer then he might be able to fall asleep again

so don't expect an amazingly deep conversation...

"Mhmmm...hm? Yeah I'm still there. I'm listening keep talking, I love your voice..."

he'll bring up a topic from time to time so you have an inspiration about what to talk about, but most of the times he just lazily hum or making acknowledging noises so you know he is still listening

"Zzz..."

he will to 100% fall asleep while being on the phone with you, that doesn't mean you're boring, but that he trusts you so much that he is comfortable enough to let his guard down

Diavolo:

"Good afternoon! How was the week of my favourite human?...ah don't tell Solomon I said that hahaha"

as the future king of hell, he is a busy man, but he still manages to give you a call once a week, to the same time you two would have normally had your weekly afternoon tea meeting in the castle

with the exchange year over there is not much about your classes to talk about left, but Dia is just as excited about any other topic you decide to talk about, be it the most mundane thing he loves it!

"Oh so you went grocery shopping? That must be fun! Barbatos does it all the time, though I suppose you buy less things...I'd like to see a human market at some point, I wonder if they're very different from ours...oh but I wouldn't really able to tell I suppose, Barbatos and you would need to point out the differences!"

this man can talk without taking a break for hours...you think Asmo is bad? Prepare for Diavolo...

but seriously it never gets boring with him, because he somehow finds good and fun stuff in every activity, I swear give him a vacuum and watch him clean you're whole flat with the enthusiasm of a child getting presents on Christmas

the work of a future king consists of so much paperwork, Dia will have only few events of his week to tell you about, if there is something to talk about there is a high chance it has to do with the brothers

so he'd much rather just sip his tea and listen to you, he'll ask you loads of questions though about anything he doesn't know

sometimes you two forget the time and Barb sadly has to remind you to come to a stop for now

"Mc? Did I wake you? If so I'm terribly sorry...would you be up to talk for a little bit more? I'm not feeling too tired yet"

surprise night time calls from Dia where you'll have to speak silently or Barbatos might reprimand Diavolo for staying up all night and being tired the next day, Dia doesn't regret it ever though, he likes to talk you a lot!

Barbatos:

Barbatos is always busy and his schedule can often suddenly change with a new whim of his master, so he can't exactly have a scheduled call with you

so you might not get to hear of him very often

BUT he made it a habit to call you when he is on duty to do the dishes, the chore is somewhat boring to him with no one to distract him

so he calls you and if you pick up, he'll put you on speaker and talk to you about whatever comes to mind while his hands wash one after another of the expensive porcelain of the royal household

"I've bought this new tea which is said to be really nice, it can even be enjoyed cold apparently. It seems to have to just the right amount of sweetness to not get bitter when drank cold...you can still add sugar for extra sweetness, though I believe you're already sweet enough as it is"

no matter what you decide to talk about Barbatos always has at least some knowledge about it, so it's beneficial for both of you, he can tell you the things he knows and you tell him your stuff

"I hope I'm not bothering you too much? There is quite a lot to do today... so it might take some more time..."

you will never get to know that Barb has actually already finished the dished a few minutes ago, but just isn't ready to say goodbye yet

the rest of the employees will be able handle the castle for a bit longer without him, meanwhile he can take a well deserved tea break and listen to you

he very much enjoys the fact he found a way to have some time with you while theoretically having to be at work, as long as he is able to finish all the tasks of his daily schedule, he doesn't feel too bad about his not so legal break

"I fear I'll have to get back to work now, but I loved talking to you today! I hope you enjoyed it as well. I'll talk to you again soon!"

Solomon:

Though Solomon returned to the human realm with you, you haven't heard much of him, being a wise old man sorcerer must be very time consuming

so calls of Solomon might be rare but that doesn't mean you don't write messages every now and then, when he calls you though it's always about something interesting or important to share, he talks about those things rather verbally, the best option for him would be in person, but that doesn't always work so a phone call is the second best option

"My lovely apprentice, how is your studying going? I've found the tome we were talking about last time you were interested in...it took some research to find which sorcerer had it but I brought it back for you. How about I'll drop by you next week? I can help you with your studying then, the tome is written in an older version of the language it might be easier if we do it together!"

Solomon can simply not sit still, so while you're on the phone, he is always tinkering at something and the background noises are sometimes quite peculiar...

Was that a pig squeaking? Are you sure you should be brewing a potion while being on the phone? Isn't it distracting?

Oh Lord was that an explosion?!

"Hmm? Oh yeah...I`m cooking dinner right now! It was just a small explosion though, you know the ones that are regularly happen in the kitchen. Why? Was my cute student worried about me?~ heheh alright, alright, I'll stop teasing you...for now!"

no matter how chaotic, teasing or busy Solomon is though, if you call him and are in need of help, he'll drop everything and run to you

he knows how hard it can be when studying magic, not to mention that the studies are difficult, the constant hiding of any magic in front of other humans is also very nerve wrecking, sometimes you feel like giving up and going back to your normal life, back to your non-magical very human friends that are blissfully unaware of everything happening around them, but you know you could never forget and act as if nothing happened, you'd also miss your new not so normal friends, so when times get hard Solomon will rush to you and comfort you in person or at least calm you down on phone until he is able to go to you

if that happens he is more likely to call you every two to three days just to check in on you

"Hey how is my strong and beautiful fellow human doing? Feeling better yet? Need a shoulder to lean on? I'm at your flat in 10 minutes..."

Simeon:

Simeon is a daily caller as well, he's gotten so used to seeing you every day that he feels quite restless if he doesn't get to hear your voice at least once a day

he asked you to recommend at what time he should call, he doesn't want to restrict you in your daily life, so you both came to the conclusion after dinner would be perfect, as both of you are free for the rest of the day then

He will often write a bit on his TSL scripts, just some notes and inspirations he comes up while talking to you

"How was your day my little lamb? You haven't overworked yourself right? Tell me if you ever need help!"

though Simeon would definitely have things to complain about with how Michael is working him to the bone, he'd rather not worry you so instead he tells you about how Luke is doing and evasively answers you questions about himself

"Oh me? Ah yes, I'm doing fine, just doing the usual archangel stuff you know...Ah please do not worry Mc, my dear! Nothing dangerous!"

over the time his TSL notes turn into random scribbles, rhymes and poems and every now and then something that looks suspiciously like your name

Sometimes Luke crashes the call and wants to speak with you as well so Simeon tries to put the phone on speaker only to end up ending the call and Luke getting frustrated with Simeon and doing it himself

then again Simeon also just accidentally hangs up on you mid conversation, because his fingers hit the button without him noticing, he'll get so confused when you cut off in the middle of your sentence and thinks something has happened to you, only to be relieved when you call back a few seconds later

Simeon is very interested in your day and how you doing, asking you many questions and encouraging you to keep talking

"Oh no please keep talking! You're not overwhelming me at all, in fact I like listening to your voice, it puts even the most melodic voice of an angel into the shadows...hahaha did I make you embarrassed? I apologize, I didn't mean to, I was only telling you my honest opinion!"

Simeon is quite the flatterer, but he often does not notice it, he simply tries to be nice, so a call with him leaves you flustered and stuttering ever now and then, but he is just as quick to blush at a honest and heartfelt compliment

Luke:

Luke might be an angel, but he is still low ranking and therefore has less assignments, besides studying to become a great angel and doing some minor tasks for Michael, he is relatively free

he often spends his free time in the kitchen constantly trying to improve his baking, now after the exchange year not only to impress Michael and Simeon but also Barbatos, maybe a bit Beel and definitely you!

but as Simeon is still working at these times, he gets somewhat lonely so he'll try calling you to keep him some company

Luke has this habit of speaking the recipes out loud to remember the steps better and be able to able to make them from memory, he got that tip from Barbatos, but he still has his moments where he gets stuck and forgets what to do next, you can notice that when he gets silent and concentrates on trying to remember

"Ah right that was it! I almost forgot about the eggs! Good thing you were here...or well on the phone hehe! You always remember this stuff, you're so amazing!"

when you tell him you simply looked it up in the internet for him, he'll get a bit sulky that he now basically cheated, but with your reassurance that he is already great and can remember so many other steps, he is quickly back to his happy little angel self

"Michael let me help with his conference today I was assistant record keeper today, one day I'll be able to do it alone, bit they're talking so much and so fast...I think I still need a couple centuries until I'm fully ready, but I'm working on improving! You should also try to improve your skills daily! Even a small bit of practice is good! Though I think you're perfect already!"

Luke most definitely learned his flattering from Simeon... he talks about many different things on the phone but repeating topic is Michael...just talking to you makes his day and later he'll tell everything Simeon and he smiles so brightly while he reports to him, please keep talking to him a lot!

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[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Draw your swords, pt. 5

Summary: A very special dinner brings a very special moment for the Darkling and his wife.

Warnings: angst, sexual innuendoes, swearing, bit of fluff

Part one // Part two // Part three // Part four  

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She felt caught in the riptide, finding it hard to stay upright. As the daughter of a general, Y/N had seen so many evils, so much hurt, yet she never buckled under pressure.

Staring at the empty spot beside her, she laid there while battling shadows in her head. So filled with rage, she wondered who she’s becoming as a part of her longed to feel his touch. Perhaps he was right, she’s a foolish girl who is trying to win a game where the rules are nonexistent.

Having stayed awake most of the previous night, she didn’t expect trouble sleeping. With a heavy sigh, she abandoned the bed they shared – it felt too intimate to remain there now. They’ve only ever kissed and it was never planned nor did it happen in the very bed she felt is so incredibly vast, so lonely and cold when he didn’t stay there with her.

Pacing the room as she saw his shadow do the night before, Y/N couldn’t help but wonder if he had trouble sleeping alone too. It was less than a full week since they married and she already cursed the smallest part of her that seemed to care for him.

Men are easy to love. A woman’s heart was made to care and love those near her. Mistaking love and trust is what a woman should never do. Love and trust are separate entities, one is given, the other must be earned.

Remembering her mother’s words eased her self-loathing. If she dared to love the Darkling, it wasn’t entirely under her control. Trusting him was different. She wasn’t as naïve as to allow the echoes of her heart dictate what her mind long acknowledged – he isn’t trustworthy.

And as the stars rise in the sky, she paced the room tirelessly. Arguing with herself, she paid no mind to the night sky she loved so much. If she had, Y/N might have realized a man with dark skies for eyes had trouble looking away from her shadow.

Exhausted, Y/N rose with the dawn. She had barely scraped up a few hours of decent sleep, tormented by his words even in dreams.

“Enter”, she yawned as Genya readily walked inside. The maids rushed to the bed, willing to change the bed sheets they couldn’t last time as Y/N had sent them away.

“Stop!” She exclaims as they reach Kirigan’s side of the bed, a slightly panicked look on her face relaying uncontrollable desires she had no chance of understanding.

Frowning, Genya licked her lips. While Y/N wasn’t sure what caused her outburst, she believed to know the root. “Leave us. You will be asked to change the sheets when Y/N desires it.”

Swallowing thickly, Y/N turned away. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be”, Genya mussed. “We have a dinner to prepare you for.”

“Yes, of course.” Y/N managed a smile, briefly looking to Genya. “I’ll be alone which gives me a perfect chance to find new allies.”

Blinking fast, Genya’s frown deepened. “I’m not sure who could ally with us in the Palace. Everyone’s charmed by our General. If you’d just work with him, they would all be with you too.”

“He works for the emperor.” Y/N reminded her.

Running her hands through her hair, Y/N didn’t know if she could ever trust him enough to tell him the truth. Her plans, her fight, it’s her life’s work. She came into that palace with intention of burning it down. The emperor must die and anyone else who’d fuel the flames of war must perish along with him. The war had claimed her mother’s life, of thousands of humans and Grisha alike, Y/N aimed to end it. And to end it, she had to destroy those who started it, those who refused to implement equality between species, as Kirigan called them. Humans and Grisha must be seen equally worthy, they must ally or they will be exterminated like vermin by surrounding enemies.

She grieved for her mother every day, even now as a decade had passed. Grief is really just love one cannot give to the other. It’s all the unspent love, gathering in the corners of her eyes, the lump in her throat and inside the hollowed heart that’s trying to beat in her chest. If her sorrow was but snow that could melt with coming spring, she’d shake it off her shoulder and be done with it. It doesn’t just disappear or heal with time, she could not just let it go and forgive. Y/N survived the loss of her mother by making a vow, one she was closer to fulfilling.

“Should I prepare your usual kefta?” Genya asked, holding the blue one over her forearm.

Shaking her head, Y/N turned to her with a smile. If she wants to succeeded, she must use all weapons at hand. Being the General’s wife is one of the weapons at her disposal.

“I was thinking about a different color for tonight.”

“How different are we talking?”

Smirking, Y/N’s eyes flickered to Kirigan’s kefta. “Black.”

“No one wears black but Kirigan”, Genya reminds her.

“Until he married. I believe I’m allowed to wear his color.”

Pinching the bridge of her nose, Genya sighed heavily. “Alright. As long as you allow me to make a few modifications.”

Anticipating the dinner, Y/N felt like a goddess in the kefta Genya had crafted for her. It fit her perfectly, adjusted just above the waist as it properly accentuated her curves. The closed collar wrapped around her neck, fallen stars creating a golden woven blaze as a necklace, while moondust adorned the long, skin tight lacey sleeves. The bottom acted as a floor length dress with a long slit revealing skin up to middle of her thigh.

Entering the room with her head held high and Genya on her hand, Y/N felt even more confident about the eclipsed sun stitched across her heart. It was bound to attract attention if the rest of her makeshift kefta inspired dress didn’t.  

The moment she took a step inside, everybody’s head turned. The chatter died down, replaced by astonished gasps of pure awestruck admiration.

“I believe you’ve created a masterpiece”, Y/N whispers to Genya whose smile widens.

“You are what makes it so spectacular”, Genya winks.

“Don’t be modest. We both know it’s not in your nature.”

Giggling, Genya nods, “You’re right. I’m brilliant and this”, she steps aside to give her a once over again, “You are proof.”

Pursing her lips, Y/N felt her cheeks darken. Her plan was to draw attention so any potential ally she speaks to would be more inclined to accept her request, but she didn’t expect for everyone to stop and stare.

Tugging her by the arm, Genya pulled her closer. “You’ll never guess who is here”, she spoke in a hushed tone, looking to the left as the rest of the guests began speaking again and the music played softly in the background.

Following her line of view, Y/N’s heart came to a near stop as her eyes locked on his.

“Wasn’t he supposed to leave last night?” Genya whispers, but Y/N could hardly speak.

Breath caught in her throat, Y/N stared back at Kirigan who seemed to be just as breathless. She looked like a dream, a golden bird that carried all the happiness of the world on its wings.

“He didn’t”, Y/N looked away, knitting her eyebrows. “Why didn’t he”, she tried to finish her initial thought, but she couldn’t. If she spoke of the sudden ache that settled after the initial shock of his presence dispersed, she’d hate herself more. She’s weak if her feelings are hurt by a single night spent alone in a bed. She was certain now. She is foolish.

“You won’t be able to network tonight”, Genya’s frown made Y/N chuckle.

“You’ve been frowning so often since we met.”

Shrugging, Genya leaned in discreetly. “I can afford a few worry lines. I’ll just erase them later.”

Playfully rolling her eyes, Y/N smiled brightly. She would not allow Kirigan to dampen her mood. He can stay on his side of the room and she won’t spare him a single glance.

“I’ll test the waters”, Genya promised, “If I find anyone that we can work with, we can test their loyalty later.”

Glancing over Y/N’s shoulder, Genya’s eyes widened ever so slightly.

Frowning lightly, Y/N glanced at what has her so perplexed only to huff in frustration.

“Black suits you”, the Darkling compliments her. Holding out a hand for her to take, he glances at his open palm before raising his brow. He’s challenging her.

Looking around, she realizes everyone’s waiting for her reaction. As he told her once before, they may not be a love match, but their arrangement must seem successful to the unsuspecting eye.

“Dance with me and pretend they don’t exist”, his voice softened and she couldn’t believe this is the same man who so cruelly baited her, branding her as foolish earlier. How can he act as if nothing happened when she was still reeling from it? Not that he’d know, she always put care in every move she made around him.

She placed her hand on the palm of his, holding her breath as she chained her gaze to the abyss in his. There’s no going back, she thinks, nearly shuddering as he places his free hand on her hip.

“I thought you were gone by now”, she mussed. Choosing to take control of the conversation, she kept her neck straight as it secured a proper distance between their faces.

“We had a slight delay”, he said, “I’ll be gone tonight.”

Humming, she swallowed thickly. Avoiding looking at others, she remained in a staring match with her husband.

“How did you sleep?” The Darkling smirked, watching her eyes narrow at him.

“Quite well. Did you enjoy sharing your bed with someone else?” While her voice seemed cold and unattached, her words were anything but.

“Do I detect a hint of jealousy there?” Pursing his lips, he nearly laughed as she stepped on his foot. “I’ll take that as yes.”

“I’m merely concerned how it would look if word of you sleeping elsewhere got out. I prefer my pride and honor untouched and if you choose to find a lover, I should assume you’ll be discreet.”

Licking his lips, the great general didn’t laugh at her or sneer. There was no angry squinting or vile words. For once, he had a serious expression on his face that had nothing to do with the army or their arguments.

“I’m not the kind who would seek a lover while married. Even if the marriage is a mere arrangement.”

Scoffing, she clenched her jaw as he pulled her waist closer to him. 

“How many lovers have you taken?”

He raised a brow, “That’s a horrible question.”

“Because you lost count?” She narrows her eyes, the lips he found himself so fascinated with formed a thin, red line.

He doesn’t respond, so she tried again, “Why have you not married before?”

Now he looked amused, “That’s even worse!”

Shrugging, she smirks, “Well, ask me a question then! If all mine are so awful, let me hear yours.”

“Do you think I’m a very good liar or a very unlovable being?” Slowly pulling her body flush against his, Darkling looked deep into her eyes. “I’ve never loved anyone and I’ve manipulated everyone who has fallen in love with me. So?” Inhaling sharply, he watched a disarray of emotions cross her face as he asked again, “Liar or unlovable?”

“A liar. Because you are lying, not just to me but yourself.” Her breathing is shallow, strained even. “You have a heart, General, but you’re cowering like a scared little boy instead of just facing the facts.”

“And what are those?” His voice is darker as are his intentions.

If they were alone, she was certain he’d be kissing her lips now. For some reason, it seemed he enjoyed their arguments. He liked it when she fought him almost like he didn’t know any other form of affection.

“That you care. You care and you hate yourself for it.” Stopping their dance, she managed a faint smile. “But don’t worry, I’m not spending my time waiting for you to accept it.”

Brushing his fingers across the left side of her face, he cocked his head ever so slightly, “Is it possible you’ve got this all wrong? From where I stand, you’re the one who cares – perhaps a bit too much? Let me remind you, this marriage is a sham. You are my wife, but I do not love you, I do not care for you and if you were killed right in this very spot, I would avenge you but solely for the arrangement to remain unsullied.”

Nodding, more to herself than him, she took a step back from him. For the first time ever, she drew back. “For once, we’re on the same page of the same book.”

The music stops. Looking to the man clinking his glass, Y/N’s lips part. She didn’t even realize it, but too often she entirely forgoes breathing in Kirigan’s presence.

Taking a deep breath, she nearly laughs. Kirigan…General…The Darkling. She even called him husband, yet she never even heard his first name. How odd is it to marry a man whose first name is a mystery to you, she thought.

“If you’ll excuse me”, she nods curtly without sparing him a glance. 

Her seat at the dinner table was beside Genya, while Kirigan was placed all the way on the other side of the room. She smirked, satisfied she’ll have some peace during her meal. She never quite liked the table formation in a wide U form before, but she blessed the ones who created it on this evening.

Studying him from afar, she couldn’t deny the attraction she felt for him. It wasn’t some cosmic connection that she hoped she’d share with her husband, rather wishful thinking. Longing for him is out of the question. He may be the most handsome man she had ever seen, but it’s not at all something she’d thank the saints for. If he were less appealing, she’d at least be free of torment his looks bring. The devil is real and he’s not a goat like man as humans believed. There are no horns, no tails – he’s beautiful, a fallen angel, but an angel nonetheless.

“You’re staring at him again”, Genya speaks in a hushed tone, her smile audible.

“I’m not”, Y/N replies, “I simply looked over in a direction and he happened to be seated there.”

“Then why was that look on your face?” Genya raises an eyebrow.

“What?” Y/N asks, incredulous. “What look?”

“You have a certain way of looking at him”, she informs. Letting out an tired huff, Genya explains, “You look at him and it’s like you’re staring at the night sky littered with stars.”

“So?”

Genya looks down before whispering, “You love night skies littered with stars.”

Rolling her eyes, Y/N stared at her food for the rest of the evening. One bite after another and her plate was quickly emptied. Her stomach felt like it would burst, but she didn’t care. Most people claim they can’t eat under stress, but she was the opposite – her appetite only grew.

“He’s standing up”, Genya informed her and despite wishing she remained impassive, Y/N’s eyes shot up to where he was sitting.

With a lump at the back of her throat, she watched him as he headed to the door. A part of her hoped he’d be decent enough to bid his farewell, to acknowledge her at least. That part of her needed to be destroyed, she decided. It’s the part of her that would ruin her mission and for what? If she truly wanted to, she could have him on his back and under her. If she wanted him, he’d be hers – at least his body would. The principle she held onto was more important and so, she swallowed thickly and looked to her empty plate in order to stop her weakness from showing.

As she looked away, the Darkling looked back at her from across the room. He felt a strange tightness in his heart and once he saw she didn’t follow him with her gaze, his heart dropped. Furrowing his eyebrows, he kept his gaze on her for a while longer – her beauty was unmatched by anything he had ever seen. White looked good on her, every color did – but black fabric hugging her curves could bring a dead man back to life.

With a heavy heart and frown etched on his face, the Darkling turned his back and left the room, the Palace, the strangest, most beautiful creature he ever laid eyes on.

He carried her in his thoughts ever since. It aggravates him how quickly she’s gotten under his skin. Most of the month before their marriage was finalized was spent in petty comments about their armies or their distaste for one another. She was insufferable, maddening and entirely different from what he expected.

And yet, even then, the Darkling hoped she’d lose her patience and either leave or tell him she loves him. If she left, he’d be free of her and the shackles of an undesirable marriage, but if she told him she loves him, perhaps he’d believe her. If he knew there was ever a possibility of her loving him, he’d dare assume he might be deserving of love – because she may have dubbed him a liar, but he believes himself to be unlovable too. He never saw the point in allowing himself to feel a thing for her when it would be futile, wasted emotions on a woman sworn to hate him.

Once he was done chasing a rumor of a stag up north, the Darkling had to accept it too was a futile. Going after a legendary animal wasted so much of his time that he couldn’t even believe how foolish he’s become too. The stag must not be real after all.

Approaching Little Palace, he felt almost eager to run up to their shared chambers and see her. Even if she’d likely have a few choice words for him, he hoped he could make her blood boil just to hear her speak. He’d never admit it, but he missed someone he could converse with without dying of boredom.

“General”, Genya rushed to Kirigan who nearly growled at the distraction. However, Genya seemed distraught, panicked enough to draw his attention.

“Yes?”

Swallowing thickly, she wiped a stray tear slipping down her cheek. “It’s Y/N.”

His heart stops at the sound of her shaky voice, his jaw clenching before speaking. “What happened? Is she alright?”

“She went for a ride this morning and she hasn’t been seen since.”

Darkling’s gaze hardens as he grips Genya’s arms and shakes her lightly. “What do you mean?!”

“We sent riders after lunch, because I was worried she missed two meals already”, gasping for air, Genya’s tears made tracks, “The snow covered her tracks.”

She left me, he thought. She deemed me unlovable, unworthy. She left.

“They managed to find her mare”, Genya continues through tears, “It was decapitated and left in the woods.”

“Woods?” He frowns, wondering why she’d stray from the meadow and then he realized. He’s the one she rode into the woods with. She must have thought the woods were safe. They were at the time, only because he was with her and he’d never let any harm come to her.

“There were signs of struggle, but the snow is making it hard for us to track them.”

Releasing a visibly shaken Genya, he grunts. Biting his lower lip, he paced before her as his hand ran through his hair. She never saw him so worried, so mad before. He looked like a man walking a fine line – a line between madness and sanity.

“Call everyone”, he orders, “We must find her.”

Exhaling in relief, Genya smiled as Ivan emerged, having heard everything.

“Why would we do that?”

A pause ensues as the Darkling takes a step toward Ivan. “I haven’t made a promise in so long”, he spoke but in truth, it’s been hundreds of years since he made anyone a promise. “I promised her I’d protect her.” His voice was ragged, but controlled. “So I’m making a new promise right here, if they harm a single hair on her head, I will end them all. I will do it with a smile on face and I will bathe in their blood!”

They took her from him and he had every intention of ripping the world apart with his bare hands and for once, the thought of how far he’d go for that insolent woman didn’t frighten him. He barely knows her, he certainly doesn’t love her, but Saints help those who touched his wife.

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Part 6

#the darkling #the darkling x reader #aleksander morozova x reader #aleksander morozova #general kirigan #general kirigan x reader #shadow and bone

[h2bakugou]

『 𝗵𝟮𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸 』 ✦  𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗽 𝟭𝟴+ 𝗮𝘂 ; 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗿𝗸𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗮𝘂 ; 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗢𝗥𝗦 𝗗𝗡𝗜

𝐈𝐕. 𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝘀𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗱 ✦ 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀-𝗼𝗻 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴

𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ; between you and izuku’s relationship, sex was always something to touch on later, both literally and figuratively. so when you go to your closest guy friends seeking advice on how to please your boyfriend, they give you much more of hands on lesson than you had expected.

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 ; katsuki bakugou, eijiro kirishima, denki kaminari, hanta sero x reader

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ; 18+, smut, swearing, porn with plot/little plot, cheating, dub-con, virgin!reader, virginity stealing, oral (male and female receiving), overstimulation, orgasm denial, thigh fucking, cum play, spit play, spanking, fingering, bukkake, orgy, split roasting, biting, mentions of porn, partial revenge sex, sub/dom dynamics, praise kink, degradation, masturbation, double penetration, recording

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 ; this came to me on a whim, i really needed to just get this out of my head. i’ve been in a weird headspace and this prompt just kinda came up and stuck with me. apologies for any spelling/writing errors, this piece was not proofread!!

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 ; 6.7k

✦  𝗻𝘀𝗳𝘄 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝘁 ✦

Wanting to be the perfect girlfriend for your ever so lovely boyfriend was becoming more of a challenge. Izuku was an angel, and heaven-sent. He was as sweet as he could be. And you loved him for all that he did for you.

Helping you study for your college classes, taking you on cute picnic dates to watch the sunset. 

You were lucky to have a guy like him. But having a perfect guy like him meant you could also lose him. And you didn’t want that at all.

The two of you had never dabbled much into sex and all of its activities. There was the time you’d grinded against his lap, or made out while he jerked off under you, but you’d never done anything with him, just like he’d never done anything with you.

You were both nervous, but you wanted your first time together to be something special. Something you could both cherish. You wanted it to be perfect for him. 

Since porn was the last place you wanted to take advice from, you swallowed your nerves and bit the bullet, asking your best group of guy friends if you could hang out at their flat for a bit.

And of course, in the group chat, you were all in together, they welcomed you over with open arms.

You settled on their couch instantly recognizing the neutral grey walls as your second home when you weren’t pacing around your own flat. 

“So what’s up girlie?” Kaminari asks, already laying his head in your lap like usual.

“I have a really big favor to ask you all.” You stare worryingly at the floor, just past Kaminari’s head.

“What is it? You know we’re here to help.” Kirishima chimes in, honestly expecting some bad news.

“Don’t tell me that shithead Deku’s causing problems.” Bakugou grunts from his spot beside you on the couch.

“No, no. It does have to deal with Deku, but er...” You pause, swallowing the lump of nerves in your throat before spitting it out.

“We keep having these sexual moments, and I just wanna please him but I don’t know where to start so I thought I would ask you guys what feels good for men.” You suddenly feel as if the world has caved in, your frame much smaller than anyone else’s in the room.

As if a lightbulb had flicked on simultaneously in the male’s heads, they all gathered around you.

“Well, I know for a start, I like it when they look at me when they blow me. Makes me feel in control.” Kaminari grins.

“Yeah it’s the only time you’re in control.” Sero jokes. Kaminari slaps the ravenette and rolls off of your lap, sitting up beside you.

“So you want to have sex with Izuku finally?” Kirishima asks. You nod sheepishly, still embarrassed to be so open about your sex life, or lack of one, with some of your best friends.

“Have you ever had sex before?” Bakugou asks bluntly. Your silence speaks volumes as the four men around you all seem to get the same idea yet again.

“We can give you some tips!” Kirishima’s words aren’t supposed to have a double meaning, but in a matter of seconds, Bakugou’s standing right in front of you, gazing down at you with lust-filled eyes.

“Take my belt off.” He speaks clearly.

“W-wait you guys are just supposed to teach me-”

“We are. Hands-on teaching seems to show the most progress does it not?” Kaminari butts in, his hands creeping up on your sides, dipping under your arms to undo the buttons on your blouse.

“We’re gonna help you understand what feels good for us! We can teach you better this way, so pay close attention.” Sero stood behind Bakugou, slinging his arm over Bakugou’s shoulder.

“If this is gonna help, I guess it won’t be too bad.” You mumble, your timid hands reaching for Bakugou’s belt.

“Look at me.” Bakugou’s voice ushers for your gaze. Your eyes travel up his clothed chest to his crimson eyes.

“Good girl.” Bakugou grinned, watching as your eyes widened.

“Bet stupid Deku doesn’t praise you.” Bakugou huffs. Your hands eventually undo his belt and now you stare at his abdomen. Bakugou tugs his shirt off over his head, revealing his toned chest. 

You’re in awe.

“Izuku doesn’t look like that.” You think out loud, figuratively drooling over your best friend. Bakugou feels a strong sense of pride as he glances at Kaminari, who’s finally able to tug your shirt off and reveal those pretty tits he’s beat his dick to at night.

Photos of you in swimsuits, or teasing clips you’d posted to your instagram stories late at night in a bra or some sort of revealing top while you hung out with your girlfriends, Denki kept them all in a hidden folder and let out embarrassing moans when his hand jerked his cock at them.

“So pretty.” Kaminari mumbles, biting your shoulder as he unclamps your bra, finally seeing them in person, unobscured.

“Deku’s so fucking lucky.” Kaminari hisses, grabbing them roughly, kneading them in his hands harshly.

You whine, whether in pain or pleasure is unsure, the feeling of Kaminari’s hands kneading your tits like their just dough is making your cunt throb. And it suddenly feels so much hotter in the room when your eyes widen at the size of Kaminari’s bulge as you glance over at him.

“Does he touch you like this?” Kaminari whispers, his fingers twisting your nipples, tugging them between his thumb and forefinger as the rest of his hand continues to cup and massage your breasts.

“N-No. He’s never touched me.” You whine, your head hanging on your shoulders, embarrassed to be so turned on by this. This was wrong-

“Get my cock out. It’s time for you to learn how to suck someone off.” Bakugou places his hand on the back of your head and yanks your hair back, forcing you to look at him.

“Go on, or you won’t like when I do it myself. I’ll use your throat like a fleshlight.” Bakugou’s voice drops, watching as your hands find their way back to his pants.

“How come he gets to get blown first?” Kirishima mumbled to Sero, the pair gradually undoing their own pants, slowly palming over their clothed erections.

“Because I hate Deku the most.” Bakugou grunts.

“Oh fuck.” You curse, staring at Bakugou’s cock in awe. 

“I’ve never seen one in person before...” You babble, completely shocked by the pure length and girth of the cock that’s twitching in front of you. Bright pink cockhead, with a prominent vein on the underside, he’s fucking huge. And for a second you wonder if you can even open your mouth wide enough to take even the head of him in your mouth.

But you get your answer soon enough.

“So innocent.” Sero’s ashamedly turned on by your innocence. The way you stared at Bakugou’s cock like it was the only thing in the room was enough to make him excited. He wanted to steal every moment from you. He wanted to ruin you.

“Open your mouth. Tongue out.” Bakugou instructs. You do as you say and you can see Bakugou visibly tense. His shoulders relax as he grips the base of his cock and slaps the head of it on your tongue.

“Rule number one. No teeth. Ever.” Bakugou makes this rule very evident as he taps his dick against your tongue.

“If it’s too much, tap me three times.” Bakugou says in a slightly gentler tone, almost as if he knew you were going to need to tap out. 

“Well, it’s not gonna suck itself.” Bakugou huffs, smirking down at you. You try to think straight but nothing’s working. You search in the dirtiest parts of your brain, trying to remember all the magazines you’d seen telling you how to suck a guy to make him cum, but as you took Bakugou’s cock into your mouth, just past the tip, your jaw was already starting to ache.

Kaminari’s hands had traveled down to your shorts, teasing your bare skin as he slid his fingers under the waistband of your panties.

“Holy fuck.” Bakugou murmured, glancing back at Kirishima and Sero, who had now whipped their cocks out, stroking them while their pants sat pooled around their ankles.

“Is she good?” Sero asks, glancing over Bakugou to look down at you. You were clearly struggling, your hands resting in your lap awkwardly, not sure of where or what to do with them.

“Here, get on your knees down here.” Bakugou pulls his cock from your past your lips with a small ‘pop’ sound, his strong arms tugging you down off the couch, leaving Kaminari alone up there.

He quickly hops down too, sitting down behind you, taking the chance to play with your tits some more, biting and kissing your neck and shoulder.

Sero and Kirishima stand on opposite sides, now trapping you between all four males, one on each side of you.

You gaze at Sero’s cock. It was long, and lean, a significant curve set his apart from Bakugou’s. It was a bit thinner but still looked like it could do some serious damage.

Kirishima, on the other hand, seemed to outweigh them both. His cock was fat and hung along with the biggest balls you’ve ever seen-note you’ve seen three pairs so far.

It was thick, long, and veiny. And you were scared. If you could barely fit Bakugou’s in your mouth, you knew for a fact his wouldn’t fit at all.

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t ‘cha?” Kirishima teased as your hands daintily reached up to stroke Sero and Kirishima’s cocks. Something you’d seen in a porno once, where a girl was in a position similar to yours.

“Where’d you learn that one?” Kaminari teases, licking your shoulder.

“P-porn.” You stutter out.

“Oh.” Sero laughs.

“What a dirty girl you are.” Kirishima’s hips thrust forward, allowing your hand to complete the first stroke from the tip to the base.

You lean forward and take Bakugou’s cock back into your mouth, staring up at him as he grunts. His hands find their way to your hair, forcing you to take his length.

So much for going in slow and easy.

You’re sure you see the heavens for a moment. Your vision blurs with tears as Bakugou’s cock hits the back of your throat. Your hands stop moving on Sero and Kirishima’s cocks as you take a moment to adjust.

You mewl, your voice reverberating against Bakugou’s cock, the vibrations sending chills down his spine. He takes control, using your mouth as his own personal fucktoy.

And you were completely helpless. Besides the tears on your lashes and the ache in your jaw, your hands returned to jerking off the men beside you, your eyes still set on staring up at Bakugou as he smirked pridefully at you.

And then you felt it. Kaminari’s hands had slid down into your panties, his fingers just barely ghosted over your clit before you forced yourself down to the base of Bakugou’s cock, your hips jerking from the sensation alone.

“Woah there.” Kaminari pulled his hands out, giggling.

“Someone’s never felt that before.” He teases. You tap Bakugou’s leg three times and he pulls out, almost disappointed.

“Are you alright?” 

“Does it feel good to be touched down there?” You ask your hands reaching to remove your shorts.

“I think you’re talking to the wrong crowd for that.” Kirishima jokes. 

“Dumbass. Of course, it feels good. Don’t tell me you’ve never-”

“No! No! I’ve tried I could just never, make myself...” 

“Oh my god.” Kirishima and Sero give each other an almost pitiful stare.

“And Deku’s never pushed sex so I always thought something was wrong with me. What if I can’t cum? How can I please him if I can’t-”

“Hey. Why don’t we help you out? Clearly touching you there evoked some sort of reaction, why don’t you relax and let me see if I can work something out of you.” Kaminari offers, rubbing your sides. You nod shyly. 

Spreading your legs similarly, your movements are slow and timid as if you're scared to make a wrong move. Kaminari glances up to the others as they quickly picked up, Bakugou kneeling down to help remove your shorts and panties, which had a small damp spot, one Bakugou didn’t miss.

“You’re already soaking your panties. You’re enjoying this.” Bakugou retorted, staring in awe of your glistening cunt, one his childhood best friend had claimed before him.

It ate away at Bakugou daily. Seeing the two of you walk to classes together, or whenever you’d post snaps of you laying on his chest after he fell asleep during a movie night.

Or the way he’d call you baby in front of all your friends. It pissed Bakugou off. He was in love with you.

But oh was Bakugou going to take this chance by its reigns. He was going to show you exactly what you were missing being with that stupid nerd.

And even more so. Bakugou was going to take your virginity away from you, and away from the guy who you clearly thought was going to.

“Damn Deku really is lucky.” Sero whispered, his eyes locked tight onto your dripping cunt. It was beautiful. Sero had his fair share of one-night stands, and hookups, but he’d never seen one that looked like yours. God, it was captivating. He wanted to feel your tight, plush walls hugging his cock as he fucked into you from behind.

And then there was Kirishima, who stared in awe as well. His eyes wandered your naked body and wondered if you were truly the same girl going out with Deku. 

Part of you being in a standing relationship was so enticing. Kirishima was nothing short of respectful, but wanting to destroy any sort of expectations you had for your first time with Deku sent his brain and cock into overdrive.

And there you were, legs sprawled out, cunt dripping your essence onto the soft carpeted floors, your back pressed into Denki's chest as his fingers reached down and spread your pussy apart.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you felt like you were going to implode. Your senses were heightened, and the slightest touch between your thighs made you squirm. Denki chuckled as the other males salivated over you, picking their jaws off the floor was the next step.

"Go on, why don't you find her clit." Bakugou crossed his arms over his chest with an evil grin.

"Oh shut the fuck up." Kaminari's fingers moved from the lips of your cunt to the hardened bud, and with one tiny little touch, you let out an embarrassing whine. Denki grinned as he moved his fingers in a slow circular motion over your clit, watching how you quickly clamped your legs together.

"Awe no, let them see just how good I am with my fingers." Kaminari cooed in your ear, using one hand to pry your legs back open, Sero bending down and grabbing the other, forcing them apart. You whined in pleasure as his fingers worked wonders against your clit, your back arching against his chest. 

"Denki!" You cried out, feeling something building up inside of you. Kaminari grinned but Bakugou wasn't having it.

"Oi, enough. I wanna cum down her throat." Bakugou grunted, yanking you up to your feet from your forearm.

"Sit on his face and suck my cock, slut." Bakugou spat, your eyes widening. You nodded, glancing back at Kaminari who was already moving for you to do so. You were nervous, feeling awful for sitting on his face, but you didn't regret a thing when you felt Kaminari's tongue swipe through your folds. 

The cold steel of his tongue piercing made you shiver as his tongue flicked across your clit making you whine. 

"'m ready." You choked out, glancing at Bakugou.

"Us first." Sero stepped in, gripping the base of his cock, tapping it against your lips, similarly to how Bakugou had done. Kirishima stepped up and nudged his cockhead against Sero's, the two unphased by it.

"I-I can't take both-"

"So take turns." Bakugou said bluntly. You glanced up at Sero and Kirishima, worryingly trying to take Kirishima's cock into your mouth first. You made it just barely past the tip of his fat cock, before you realized your attempt was futile. You brought a hand up to help, stroking the base of his cock while your mouth worked past the tip. Your free hand returned to jerk Sero off, your ego racing as you heard his own grunts of pleasure.

"She's a quick learner." Kirishima grins, his hand resting on your head as he guides you gently to take more of his cock into your mouth. Kirishima is saddened when you stop and switch to try and do the same for Sero.

Halfway through the transition, Kaminari's tongue prods through your entrance, making you stop. Your shoulders tense up and you freeze, quickly hunching over, grinding your cunt against Kaminari's mouth, the tips of his nose brushing against your clit.

"Fuck!" You cry, feeling yourself lose control. Your mind turns white for a moment, and all the pleasure begins to hurt as you want to leap off of Kaminari's tongue. But his strong arms wrapped around your thighs holding you in place stop you from doing so.

"It-it hurts! Please." You pant, your lips parted as you mewl against his face.

"He fucking did it. He made her cum." Sero groaned. Your head shot up, staring at the ravenette.

"T-that was-"

"A female orgasm? Yeah. Felt weird and tingly, and when he kept going it hurt. Fun huh." Sero grins. 

"Dude, let her explain it." Kirishima sighs. 

"It felt good. Really good. I've never felt anything like that before." You go to continue your job of blowing Sero, but he stops you. 

"Let's take this to Bakugou's room." Sero smirks. 

You're on your feet in a matter of seconds until the boys toss you onto Bakugou's cozy bed, the one you've crashed on multiple times while he was away or while he slept on the couch.

This time, Sero was quick to take control of the situation, ushering you to the edge of the bed where your head hung off. Sero smiled down at you, tapping his cock against your lips again as you eventually opened it for him. Before sliding it in, Sero leaned down and spit into your mouth, cutting any possible complaints off by shoving his cock down your throat.

"Fuck." Sero dragged out, watching as Kirishima took the opportunity to plant himself between your thighs, his tongue diving into your cunt. Your moans were silenced by Sero's cock as he fucked your throat raw. Kaminari was the only one who hadn't been inside your throat. But he was doing just fine, teasing himself with his hand, forcing himself to stop every time he felt like cumming at the sight of you being used by his friends.

"She tastes so good. Want more." Kirishima muttered against your cunt, using one hand to spread you open as his tongue wrecked your clit, his other hand dipped a single finger inside your tight entrance.

"She's so fucking tight." Kirishima commented, rubbing his middle finger along your folds, his knuckle just barely grazing the fleshy walls of your hole.

"I bet." Bakugou muttered.

"Can I fuck her thighs?" Kaminari asked, eyes bright with excitement. It was something he'd dreamt about doing. Feeling your plush thighs squeeze his cock, all while gripping handfuls of your tits, cumming on your tummy. It was a thought he could get off to over and over again.

"Shit. Gonna cum!" Sero groaned, sliding his cock past your lips once more, his cock twitching as he shot his hot load down your throat.

The next few seconds were fuzzy. Sero pulled out and shot up, cum leaking from past your lips. You couldn't swallow it. Shamefully spitting up, feeling horrible, it dropped onto your stomach and began to leak and make a mess.

"Awe, poor thing. Never had anyone cum in your pretty mouth before huh?" Sero patted your head, tilting it back so you could look up at him. Your lips were glossy and glistening with spit and cum, but your eyes were watery.

"Sorry! I-"

"Don't apologize. I should've just cum all over this pretty face instead." He smirked, leaning down, pressing a rough kiss to your lips. Kirishima decides to add another finger, and you're gone, moaning into Sero's mouth, hands gripping the sheets with enough force to turn your knuckles white.

Your thighs clamp over Kirishima's ears, and you find yourself grinding against his tongue and fingers, back arching off of the mattress. Bakugou just stands in awe, whipping out his phone to record the whole scene.

"Alright let Kaminari have his fuckin' turn." Bakugou groans, tugging Kirishima away, watching how your legs twitch as you cum for the second time. You're so sensitive and you don't know why. For the first time, after Sero pulls away, you see Kaminari's cock.

It's a little larger than average. It's pretty and slightly fatter at the head than at the base, and much like Sero's, as a pretty curve in it. Kaminari is eager to sandwich his cock between your thighs, watching how he smiles as he leans down to paw at your tits.

Just as he slides through your thighs, you feel the friction of his cock glide against your cunt, and suddenly you're awakened to yet another new feeling. Your back falls flat against the mattress again, your eyes floating back up to Sero who hovers over you. You go to reach for his cock but he shakes his head and yanks Kirishima over to his spot.

"Be a good girl for Kirishima, he likes to fuck pretty little mouths like yours." Sero grins evilly. You stare at the monster cock above your lips and you hesitate. How does he fucking live with a cock like this? Your cunt throbs just looking at it. You can imagine it buried in your cunt, your legs shaking as you cum over and over again on it.

Kaminari panted as moaned as his cock fucked your thighs, his hands still kneading your tits as Kirishima forced his cock down your throat, this time much slower than Bakugou or Sero had done. Your jaw ached in a much more intense pain. But you squeezed your eyes shut, ignoring it.

"That's it, take my fucking cock down your throat like the stupid little fucktoy you are." Kirishima degraded you. You let your hand travel down between your legs, forcing it to your cunt while not disrupting Kaminari's pleasure.

"Aw look, she wants to cum again." Kaminari quickly snatches your frisky hand back up, slowing his ministrations and slowing the friction of his cock grinding against your cunt.

Kaminari and the rest of the men hear your failed attempt at a whine as you struggle with Kirishima's cock in your mouth. Kaminari's hips move slowly and smoothly, humping your thighs like a needy pup.

Pining your hands to the mattress as he grinds his cock between your thighs, Kaminari lets out a huff before pulling himself away from you.

Kaminari groans and slinks over to Bakugou, whispering something in his ear which only elicits a smirk on his lips. Bakugou passes the word onto Sero who passes it onto Kirishima like a game of telephone.

Suddenly Kirishima's drawing his cock from your mouth and Bakugou's tugging you up.

"Get on your knees." Bakugou instructs, forcing your face down into the mattress, hiking your ass up into the air. Bakugou's palm comes down against your ass, the sound echoing in the full room. You whine into the sheets as he does it again, this time letting his hands grip your cheeks, spreading you apart.

"God, you're fucking dripping." Bakugou's not worried about the mess you've made smearing Sero's cum over his sheets, he'll have to wash them after what's going to happen.

Bakugou leans down into his mattress, tasting you for the first time. You clench the sheets between your hands, mewling in pleasure as his tongue flicks across your clit and scoops up your juices, most of it dribbling down his chin. He's eating you out like he'd been starved. You're cumming in a matter of seconds as he continues.

"'s too much! Please!" You cry out, your cunt aching in overstimulation. Kaminari had denied you once, and it didn't take much for the need to cum to overtake you.

"Gonna have to fuckin' punish you for that. Did I say you could cum, bitch?" Bakugou pulls away, spanking you once more.

"N-no!" You cry.

"'m sorry!" You apologize, hoping your efforts would spare you humiliation. But oh how wrong you were.

A searing pain rips through you as Bakugou's cock pushes past your entrance. Your eyes squeeze shut and your mouth hangs open, a small cry ripping through your throat.

"It hurts!" You cry. Suddenly, the searing pain stops. Bakugou has pulled out, sighing as he moves onto the bed, waving for the guys to join.

Bakugou guides you down onto his cock, however, this time it's more like sitting on his lap. He's propped against his headboard, and you ease down as best as you can. It hurts, but Kirishima and Sero coddle you, kissing on your neck and chest, leaving Kaminari to suck on your nipples, flicking his tongue across your the hardened buds.

Bakugou bottoms out inside of you and all you can feel is the stretch. It hurts, more than anything you've ever felt. It's overwhelming and you can't think at all. Bakugou doesn't move. He rests inside you until you give a weary moan.

"Better?" He asks softly.

"Y-yeah." Your arms sling over the shoulders of the redhead and ravenette attacking your shoulders and neck with kisses and bites.

Bakugou's hands rest on your hips and help you up and down as you begin to bounce on his cock, the tip nudging against a spongey spot inside you, forcing moans to spew from you like a shook-up soda.

"Her moans are so fuckin' dirty." Kirishima speaks against your skin, sinking a hand down to your cunt, his fingers beginning to work at your clit, making you spew even lewder sounds as your moans turn to mewls and cries of pleasure.

"Who knew she could moan like that?" Kaminari laughed, palming at your breasts. You feel embarrassed, letting these men rip you to shreds while trying to learn.

It then dawns on you how you'd ended up in this predicament in the first place. You came here willing to learn, hoping to bring back something to help Izuku, but you'd completely blanked. You couldn't really remember anything they'd taught you, or if they'd taught you anything at all. Once you sucked Bakugou's cock, it'd all happened so fast.

Sitting on Denki's face, stuffing your face full of Kirishima and Sero's cock, cumming on Bakugou's tongue while being face down on his bed. It was all a strange feeling.

And now as your mind began to turn blank, vision clouding from pleasure, you realized you were fixing to cum again, this time from Bakugou's cock. All your pain had melted away-though a dull ache still remained in your abdomen, and turned to pleasure. You were cumming.

You. Were cumming.

Bakugou had taken your virginity.

And Bakugou had come to the same conclusion. As your cunt squeezed and pulsed against his aching cock, so desperately wanting to spill his load inside you and see you plump with his kid, claiming you for his own, stealing you away from that stupid fucking nerd you were with, he realized he had been the one in the end to claim you, and your virginity.

It was a sick and twisted sense of pride, to really think he had any say-so over your body. But there was something so devilishly hot to say that he'd been your first.

"Bakugou!" You cried out, your nails digging into the skin of Kirishima and Sero. Bakugou's cock continued to thrust into you.

"Yeah take my fuckin' cock. Take it you fuckin' whore. Gonna fuck you until you're braindead." Bakugou muttered, reaching a hand up to grip your throat, forcing your back against his chest.

"I wanna see you full of Kirishima's cock. Think you could take it? He'd rip you apart." Bakugou grinned, setting his friend up next. You shook your head against his hand on your throat.

"It's too big!" You cried, hoping that he'd listen to you. But he didn't. Instead, you found yourself back on the mattress, this time on your hands and knees. Weakly you kept yourself upright as Kirishima positioned at your entrance,

"Gonna use you like the little cocksleeve you are." Kirishima chuckles, watching as you squirm as the tip grazes your tight hole. Your cunt is dripping, every little touch seems to make you whine, and you can't tell if you've peed yourself or if you're just that wet. You think the former would be less embarrassing, but you decide to just stop thinking about it, and instead, you thank your body for all the natural lubrication it's making for Kirishima's cock.

Kaminari takes your mouth, sliding his cock inside and finally getting to feel what everyone else had. You can't speak, you can barely make any sounds with how raw they've fucked your throat. And you're painfully aware that they hadn't even bothered to slap on a condom. Not that you'd minded, they'd shown you time and time again that they were clean, and you were happy they'd taken the steps to have safe sex with any partner they had.

Kirishima's fingers leave bruises on your hips, gripping you with force. He sheathes himself inside you and you swear you feel yourself ripping in half.

It's so much, all at one time.

"Holy shit she fucking took you all." Bakugou says shocked, almost as if that was something to be proud of.

"He sent a chick to the ER. That phone call was awful." Sero teases the redhead for one of his mishaps.

"I didn't purposely hurt her! I was just trying to have fun, didn't think my cock was capable of tearing her fuckin' vagina." Kirishima feels a bit awkward talking about a terrible sex story while he's plowing into you, especially since you're too cockdrunk to even realize what's happening.

"Would you two shut up?" Kaminari's grabbing a fistful of your hair as he tilts your head back, sliding his cock down your throat, smiling down at you.

"You're doing such a good job. So fuckin' cute swallowing my cock like that." Kaminari praises. His praises make you feel warm and fuzzy, and you think for a moment, this is what it's like to be loved. But then images of Deku cross your mind. And your gaze drops, and you feel ashamed. You feel dirty.

You repeat to yourself that this is just a learning experience and nothing more. You'd never do this because you weren't satisfied in your relationship. No. You were doing this for Deku. You wanted to show him you knew what you were doing. You wanted to show him he could fuck your throat and make you cum with his tongue.

Kirishima grunted, his cock stretching even further, reminding you of the pain Bakugou had put you through the first time he'd entered you. It burned, but it became tolerable after a while.

"Shit, she's so fuckin' tight. Wanna cum inside." Kirishima groans. Your ears perk up at his words. You want to tell him no, but you can't. You don't. He pulls out before he gets the chance to and you're relieved.

"Sero, your turn." Kirishima trades places with Sero who was stroking his cock watching you get dicked down on both ends. Sero's cock takes you down an undiscovered path.

It seems every time he slides into you, his cock nudges against that spot inside you, making you cry in pleasure as Kaminari swaps places with Bakugou, his cock rammed down your throat once more.

Things become blurry, and all you remember is cumming again and again. When Sero nears his climax, he swaps places with Kaminari and Kirishima takes his chance to fuck your throat.

Kaminari's pace is different from Kirishima, Sero, and Bakugou's. He has no restraint. He fucks you fast, and hard, sending your body forward with each heavy thrust. He might be a bit smaller compared to the males, but he surely makes up for it.

"Out of everyone here, Kaminari has the most experience." Sero chimes in, patting his shoulder while he huffs, pounding into you until you're cumming around his cock, your milky white juices leaking out everywhere.

"She's making such a mess. How pitiful. So how fucked out are you, gorgeous?" Sero asks, watching as Kirishima pulls his cock out from your mouth, drool and saliva dripping past your lips as you choke out a moan.

"Feels-s so good." You babble, your head hangs on your shoulder as you bury it into the mattress, moaning as Kaminari fucks you into yet another orgasm. His stamina is incredible considering you thought he was still new to sex. Sorry Kami.

"She's fuckin' out of it jesus christ." Bakugou mumbles, pulling Kaminari out from between your cunt. Bakugou flips you onto your back and stares at you in amazement. Your legs are shaking and you're still making noise, whining about how you want more and how empty you feel.

"Please, fill me up." You whine, staring at the boys.

"With a face like that, how could we resist?" Kirishima grins, slapping Sero on the ass. Sero rolls his eyes and joins you on the bed.

"Think you can take two at once gorgeous?" Sero coos, laying down beside you, ushering you to lay on top of him. Your mouth drops open as you lower yourself onto him and lay back, watching as Bakugou saunters around to the front. He grins as he lines his cock up at your entrance, just barely pushing his tip inside.

"Kirishima stretched her out good for us to use her like the little whore she is. God, she's so fucking good at this I almost don't wanna give her back." Sero whines against your back, kissing your bare skin as Kaminari watches in amazement as Bakugou sinks his cockhead inside your already full cunt.

"So full. Want your cocks inside me." You manage to blurt out as Bakugou grips your thighs, shoving his cock into your stuffed pussy. It wouldn't fit all the way, but it threw you over the edge.

"Maybe she needs that filthy mouth of hers full of cock again." Kirishima's hand strokes his cock, eyeing Kaminari. Kaminari eagerly hops onto the bed, his knees hitting against Sero's arm as he taps his cock on your lips.

"Come on angel, wrap those pretty lips around my dick." Kaminari smiles, watching as your mouth lolled open. Sero's arms wrapped around your tummy, holding you against him as he fucked up into you, his cock rubbing against Bakugou's inside of you, both cocks rubbing against your walls, making you feel insanely good.

Kirishima was not going to let this moment go to waste. Snatching Bakugou's phone, he began to record, calling you a slut for them.

"Look at this cockdrunk whore. Stuffed full of three fuckin' cocks." Kirishima laughed, holding the phone near your pussy, making sure to record how Bakugou and Sero abused your cunt.

"What would Deku do if he got this nasty little clip huh? Bet he'd call you a slut. Watching his friends fuck your little virgin cunt until you're braindead." Kirishima grinned as he moved and set the phone up to continue recording for the rest of the session.

"Wanna fuckin' fill you up." Bakugou grunted.

"Teach that nerd a fuckin' lesson about how to fuck a woman." He continued.

"She's making such a mess, look at that pretty pussy. So sloppy." Kaminari moaned as your tongue swirled around the head of his cock, trying your best to take him into your mouth. The angle was a bit awkward but you managed, eventually pulling him into your mouth.

"God let's hurry this up, I can't take much more of her cunt squeezing me." Sero huffed into your back. He was going to cum again if he kept going. He wanted to fill you up like everyone else did, but he wanted to see his cum all over your pretty face.

Bakugou pulled out first leaving Sero alone inside you. You let out a strangled moan as Bakugou tapped his cock against your sensitive clit, your cries no longer silenced by Kaminari's cock since he too had pulled his cock from your mouth.

"Get down on the floor, on your knees." Bakugou instructed. Hazily you lifted yourself from Sero's cock, slightly amused by the moan he let out as he slid out of you. You stumbled onto the floor, sitting patiently on your knees as they gathered around you, this time smushing themselves to all have a view of you in the front.

"Can't wait to see you covered in cum." Kaminari spoiled the surprise, his hand jerking his cock. You stared up at Bakugou. Leaning in you licked the tip of his cock, watching as his eyes rolled back. You took turns swapping between the males until they were all helping you out, stroking their cocks at fast paces until Bakugou came.

Hot ropes of cum stuck to your face and chest as Kaminari came second, Sero third, and Kirishima fourth. It dribbled down your chin as you stared up at them, each of them smiling proudly at you.

"So fuckin' slutty. Look at her, so fucked out." Sero said breathily. They all rushed to grab their phones, snapping pictures of you covered in their cum. You just sat quietly, staring up at them as your chest heaved, your cunt throbbing.

"So what'd you learn?" Bakugou leans down, a handful of your hair holding your head back so he could look into your eyes.

"I-I like being stuffed full of cock." You babbled. Your cheeks were stained with his cum.

"Whose cock?" Bakugou's eyes narrowed.

"Yours." You parted your lips, still miraculously trying to catch your breath.

"Good girl." Bakugou praised. The other boys gathered around you, leaning down with towels to help clean you up.

It took about fifteen minutes to clean you up entirely, but afterward, they helped dress you and treated you to some dinner. You were nothing but smiles the entire time.

Before you left their apartment, Bakugou pulled you aside.

"Record your time with Deku so we can give you another lesson." He whispered into your ear, an evil smirk on his lips. You pulled away from him shyly, nodding.

"Thank you for teaching me." You thanked the men as you walked toward the door, an obvious limp in your step.

"Do you need a ride home angel?" Sero asks, ready to hop in his car and drive you over to your shared apartment with Deku.

"I think I'll be okay. I drove here anyway." You giggle. Sero smiles and glances at the others. Visions of your face covered in cum plague Sero's thoughts and he wants to slam you against the front door and fuck you all over again.

The same image is running through everyone's head as they stare at you as you leave, wanting you to stay. But it's too late when the door shuts and they're left alone as if nothing had happened.

"What happened doesn't leave this fuckin' apartment." Bakugou states, trudging off down to his room to put his freshly washed sheets on the bed.

When you arrive home, Deku's happy to see you. He doesn't question where you'd been, he knew you were with the boys hanging out. He smiles when you kiss him, and he's nothing but unaware of what had gone down.

He doesn't know about the cocks that had been stuffed inside your cunt, or a spot or two of dried cum that the towel might've missed that you'll clean up in the shower soon. He doesn't know about how dirty your mouth got and how it was filled with his friend's cocks only hours earlier.

He cuddles you sincerely until your hand begins to wander, palming him through his boxers.

"I'm ready." You smile sweetly, ready to put all that you had learned to the test.

✦ 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 ✦

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[writtenwhalien]

All of You | 06

pairing ↠ ceo!jimin x reader

genre ↠ friends to lovers | arranged marriage AU (fluff, angst, smut)

word count ↠ 12,608

18+ | warnings ↠ so much ANGST, a little bit of jealousy, insecurities, mentions of classism and prejudiced opinions, non-descriptive sexual content, mentions of a stroke, swearing, drinking.

summary ↠ Park Jimin is your definition of perfect. He’s talented, handsome, and dedicated to everything he does, making him the man of your dreams. But what happens when you both wake up one day and realise that’s all you had together…  a short dream?

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Silence follows that last statement, with Pil-woo needing a few moments to understand what his father means. This whole evening he’s been belittling you, making you feel worthless, and now he’s admitting that you are, in fact, smart.

That’s something Pil-woo has known all along of course; he’d hoped it would be enough (amongst many other wonderful qualities) for his father to like you, and hopefully one day, love you just as Jimin wants, but now he realises what his dad means… 

Pil-woo has many words to describe his father, and while he’d like to say they’re mostly good, the only one he can think of right now is manipulative. 

“Are you being serious?” Pil-woo stares at his father incredulously. “You knew from the start didn’t you?”

Deok-su doesn’t look at Pil-woo despite the tone his son speaks to him in; he knows he’s been unfair in his treatment of you and of course Pil-woo would be angry. It’s the same reason he tried to keep calm with Jimin. He knows he’s not asking for something small but this is important to him.

“What? That she’s smart or that she’s going to be the one to break your son's heart?”

At the ease with which his father says it, Pil-woo fails to come up with a response, taken aback by his nonchalance. 

“Because if you mean the former,” Deok-su continues, “I knew that from the start, and regardless of what Jimin or you or Eun-ae may think, I have respect for Y/N and it’s clear to me that she’s a bright young woman who will undoubtedly go far.” 

“W-what? What d’you mean…? What does mom think?” Pil-woo asks, so bewildered by his dad’s ability to be unkind that he fails to process the compliment he just gave you (despite being meaningless in the situation). 

He pauses, somewhat stiffening. “Nothing. But as for the latter,” he continues, “I figured that out this evening. Her decision to stay for dinner told me that much. I could see she was uncomfortable and not just because of Bong-cha, but with everything.”

“You did it on purpose,” Pil-woo says, exasperated. “You’ve been using her and Jimin, like pawns!”

“This isn’t a game to me,” Deok-su answers sharply, turning to him. “You’re mistaken if you think that.”

“Then what is it?” Pil-woo snaps loudly, and this time he doesn’t care that he’s talking to his father. He feels as though he’s been too complicit today, idly standing by and watching as his father made a fool of you for whatever reason. Deok-su has always prided himself on being a man of respect, but his actions today have been far from respectful and Pil-woo knows that.

Following his question, Deok-su turns away and silence ensues, and then Pil-woo begins to realise…

Taking a step closer, his voice is quieter as he asks, “This isn’t about Jimin, or Y/N, is it?”

His father meets his gaze, staring at him rather emptily. “I’ve told you this before,” he says, his tone no longer emotionless, but somber. “Love isn’t what it’s made out to be. I’m saving Jimin from learning that the hard way.”

At his father’s words, Pil-woo feels some of his anger dissipate. 

“Maybe not to everyone,” Pil-woo responds quietly. “But you’re forgetting one thing… my son isn’t you.”

The journey back to your apartment is mostly silent. Both Jimin and you have thoughts weighing heavy on your mind and hearts.

You’re feeling thoroughly humiliated but equally guilty because of the thoughts that are filling your head, and it makes you feel selfish: 

For years you’ve been subjected to this kind of humiliation by peers and others who thought of you foolish for trying to aim so high with your education and career; you proved them all wrong and succeeded, becoming as successful as your two siblings who went through the same thing. So this isn’t unfamiliar to you, but it’s not welcome. Not when you’re tired of it, and know you deserve more. 

Staying with Jimin (if that’s even a choice for him,) will only mean further taunts and reminders that you’re not good enough for him, and you’re not sure if you can go through that again. Not when you’ll also be constantly questioning whether Jimin will ever regret his decision to disobey his granddad’s dying wish. 

You can already see how much he’s struggling now; you’re certain that regardless of his love for you, he’ll always feel disappointed he couldn’t please his grandpa. You’ve seen how much he cared for him over the years, and you know this isn’t easy for him. 

When he came back into the lounge to ask you if you wanted to leave, you said yes because you had enough of the pitiful smiles from Eun-ae. But you could also see that Jimin himself wanted to leave. 

Even now, as he drives, he frequently tightens his fingers around the wheel and bounces his leg anxiously at every light.

When your apartment complex comes into sight, you feel relieved, wanting only to return to the safety of your own home, your own space. 

Jimin parks his car in the spot he’d hired out so many months ago now, and he still rushes over to open the car door for you. 

It’s something he’s done countless times — including when he slips his fingers between yours and leads you up to your apartment — and it still warms your heart, and now more so than ever given the silent tension that lingers between you. 

Jimin never fails to make sure he shows his love for you. It reminds you of the first weekend you spent at his apartment, after you were filled with doubts when his dad showed up  — Jimin was so hopeful then too, so certain that the both of you could make this work, simply because he loves you. 

How foolish you’d been. Even when he kissed you in his office, all it took was those words: you’re my lucky star, remember? It was the romance of it all that had you falling right back into his arms, the romance of a perfect love story between you and him, meant to be. 

But even then, deep down, you knew something like this would happen, although the reality is so much worse. 

You hadn’t expected Jimin’s granddad to have his life slipping past like an hourglass, and at the end of it comes the end of your relationship. But reality is often harsh — you learnt that many times growing up. 

You can’t always get what you want, and sometimes you can, you just have to try and fight for it. Your mom told you that many times growing up and you remember what she said to you that day at Gi’s. She promised that if you both loved each other then it would work… 

But this is your reality now — Jimin and you both tried and it doesn’t seem to be enough.

Unlocking your door, you step into your apartment with Jimin close behind you. The sound of your heels echo across the wide hall and you come to a slow stop, turning to face Jimin, his features clear to you even in the dim evening light. 

He’s looking at you with the same love as he always does, but this time there’s more — he’s thinking the same as you… you can see it in his expression. 

A moment passes with you both standing silently, the events of the past few hours playing in your head, and it kills Jimin when he thinks about the last conversation he had with his grandpa, the one you don’t even know about yet. He can’t tell you, he won’t, because he knows that’ll be the final straw for you. 

But it’s as though you’re already thinking that, because you look away to the floor, fiddling with the purse you’re holding. Jimin thinks back to when you chose it just a few hours ago — how worried you were about making the wrong style choices because you so badly wanted to impress his grandparents. He reassured you it would be okay, but right now everything feels far from okay… 

Wordlessly, Jimin steps forward and wraps his arms around you. He holds you tighter when you return the hug, and you can hear a voice telling you that this is it, you know what you want to say to him and he knows it too. 

But he’s tired, you can feel it. He’s holding onto you as though you’re his lifeline and it makes it so much harder when then the voice in your head gets louder with every moment that passes.

Your eyes press shut as you will your tears away, making sure they don’t stain the crisp material of Jimin’s shirt. You don’t want to cry because you know it’ll only make Jimin feel worse and it won’t help either of you. But neither does standing here in each other’s arms.

“Jimin,” you murmur, trying to move back but Jimin doesn’t let you, and instead he moves his hand to your head to keep you close. 

“Please don’t say anything,” he croaks, sighing into your shoulder. “Just let me hold you.”

The sentiment tears your heart apart, especially knowing JImin is barely keeping it together himself. Even without telling you about those final words Deok-su said to him, it already feels like the end of something between you.

“Jimin,” you mutter, forcing yourself back with a firm hand. “We have to.” Your eyes meet his and he shakes his head, already trying to pull you back in.

“It’s fine, just give me some time and I’ll work it all out, okay?” He’s pulling you gently by the arm but you close your hand around his arm to stop him. 

A few months ago you would’ve easily fallen back into his arms, reassured by his promise to make things work. You have fallen back into his arms just like that many times before, but now…

You swallow, shaking your head as you speak in a quiet voice, afraid to hurt him. “Jimin, you don’t have time.”

Jimin stills, the words settling into his mind for the first time. He kept ignoring it before, pushing it away and hoping things would work out. Today was supposed to be that day, the day where his grandpa would meet you and realise he was wrong. But it wasn’t. If anything, it made things worse. 

Grip loosening on your arm, Jimin lets his hand drop and now he avoids your gaze. Turning away, he walks into the kitchen and pours himself a drink. Your words repeat themselves over in his head and he racks his brain for options, and each time he comes up short. 

He stays silent as he drains the glass, and then pours another. 

You’ve since followed him into the kitchen and you stand on the other side of the counter. But when he pours the second glass, your concern heightens. 

“Jimin…?” you say his name, walking tentatively around the island, but making sure to keep some distance between you because you’re far from immune to Jimin’s touch and right now you need a clear head. 

He doesn’t respond when you say his name, instead he tilts his head back and drains the glass again. 

“Jimin,” you say more firmly this time. 

He puts the glass down and doesn’t refill it, but rests his palms against the counter and exhales quietly, eyes closing. 

You know he’s struggling and you wish you could take away all of his problems for him, and you can take away at least some of them. It’s what you’ve been thinking all evening, and you know it’ll be hard for you but you’d do anything to make things easier for Jimin, even if they might not seem like it right now, but it will be.

It takes you a few moments to collect yourself, to figure out what you need to say, and when you do, you make sure to look away from Jimin.

“I really appreciate how you looked after me today,” you say quietly. Jimin stays still, but you know he’s listening. “I know it wasn’t easy for you, none of this has been—”

“It hasn’t been easy for you either,” he interrupts, still looking down at the bottle in front of him. 

“No, it hasn’t, but it’s been harder for you. It’s not my…” you pause, choosing not to finish that sentence because Jimin is well aware that it’s not your grandpa who’s dying. Besides, you know he knows what you were going to say. In fact, you know he knows everything you’re going to say, so you don’t beat around the bush, and instead cut to the chase. 

“It’s unfair that he’s not giving you much of a choice, and I know you don’t want to say no to him… but he’s not entirely wrong.” From the corner of your eye, you see Jimin lift his head and look at you, but you know you have to say everything so you keep talking.

 “That day you tried to pull me off the deal with Tobias, Geun-woo came into my office and asked me what happened between us, and I told him. I didn’t know then, obviously, that we would get together, but I saw things differently then. It was easier to see things from a different perspective when I didn’t have you like I do now,” you admit, steeling yourself to finish what you need to say. “Your grandparents want what’s best for you, Jimin, and they don’t think I’m—”

“Y/N, stop,” Jimin mutters, taking a step towards you but you quickly take one back, still avoiding his gaze, and he stops. 

“They’ve raised you to be the amazing man you are today, and they clearly did a good job with that, but they still want more for you. And right now, that’s you getting married to Bong-cha and I have no right to come in and change what they’ve always wanted for you—”

“What about me?” Jimin exclaims. “What about what I want?”

Only now do you look up at him, your heart splitting at the sound of his voice and it shatters when you see the hurt in his expression, no doubt from everything you’re saying. But there’s a part of him that knows there’s truth in it. He knows it as well as you do. 

Biting back your tears forcefully, you let yourself voice the fears that settled in from the moment you pulled up in the drive of Jimin’s family home.“You might want this now but what if you realise they’re right, Jimin? What if I can’t be who you want me to be?”

“Y/N, what are you talking about?” Jimin says, much softer this time. “You’re you and that’s perfect for me, you’re perfect to me!”

“No, I mean everything I saw today — the big house, the maids, the butlers, the expensive tea that probably costs an average person’s weekly wage!— that’s your life.”

“What?” Jimin murmurs, confused.

“Your grandpa’s right. I won’t understand how to be a part of all that.”

“Babe, what are you talking about?” 

“Look at the house you grew up in, it’s probably fifty times the size of the house I lived in!”

“That means nothing, Y/N.”

“It means everything,” you sigh, feeling your resolve weaken the longer you stand here convincing Jimin. “You’ve grown up with these customs and traditions, everyone in your family has. And I don’t get them. All this time we were together but I only met your mom for the first time today because you’ve kept these two sides of your life separate, because we’re different.”

Jimin hesitates, and you know now that he gets it.

“How are we supposed to have a life together when I don’t understand such a big part of yours?” you ask, your voice breaking off at the end. 

Jimin shakes his head. “I don’t care. I’m choosing you, Y/N. I’m choosing you over everything else. I’ve told you before I'll resign as CEO if I have to, I don’t care.”

“You’re not choosing me over your family.”

“I am,” Jimin insists, approaching you.

“You can’t, it’s not as simple as that, Jimin, you—”

“I love you, what’s more simple than that?”

“Choosing Bong-cha.”

Jimin halts, the tenderness in his expression slowly disappearing. He doesn’t say anything and the moment that passes in silence is unbearable for you, the guilt of those last two words settling in.

“You really think that’s easier than this?” he asks, his voice thick with emotions which he doesn’t try to hide. Not from you.

You’re flooded with even more guilt, already distraught from the situation you’re in. “You liked her at one point,” you say weakly, looking away. “You could feel something again—”

“No,” Jimin shakes his head, looking at you in desperation. “I won’t, I fucking love you, Y/N, not her, never her.”

“You say that now but—”

“But what?” Jimin cries. “You really think I can just leave all of this, leave you, and go to her?”

“I don’t want you to,” you reason just as desperately as him, “but what if it’s better?”

“How?! How is it better? In what way will anyone be happy?!”

“Your grandpa already hates me Jimin!” you exclaim, struggling to battle the tension that's arisen between you both now. It feels unfamiliar and you hate it, but you still have more to say. 

“He doesn’t hate you, I… I know how he’s treated you, babe, but I promise he doesn’t hate you—”

“Well he loves Bong-cha,” you interrupt, desperate to get to the point. “And she gets your lifestyle, she’s a part of the life you grew up with. Jimin, I completely understand your grandparents, she’s the obvious choice—”

“Fuck, no, Y/N, please stop making things harder for me!”

“I’m not making anything harder, Jimin!” you raise your voice to match his, but you’re not angry, neither of you are. “This is what it is, it’s the truth. I can’t be the one for you and it feels like the whole universe is trying to tell us that we won’t ever work!”

Jimin looks more hurt than you’ve ever seen him before, and the tears that now spill from eyes are like small daggers to your heart made worse by the lengthy silence that follows with the truth ringing in the air, until…  

“Please don’t say that,” he whispers. 

Your lip quivers and you find it harder to fight back your own emotions, especially when you know everything you’re saying is hurting Jimin, and you would always do anything to remind him how much he means to you. “I still love you,” you manage to get out through the lump in your throat. “More than anything else in the world.” 

“Then please don’t leave me,” Jimin whispers again, and this time his words are like a blow to the head because he knows that’s what you were thinking. 

Hearing his words in that broken voice, the last of your walls crumble and Jimin is at your side within a second, taking you into his arms and holding onto you like you’re the most fragile thing in this world. 

There’s no thinking behind the way your body fits against his, your arms curling around him like completing a piece of a puzzle, and Jimin buries his face in your neck, drawing out heavy breaths as he also tries not to cry, as he tries to be the strong one because he knows you’ve been putting up a front the whole day. And although he hates to see you cry, especially when he knows it’s because of him, if you’re going to fall into anyone’s arms for comfort, he wants it to be him.

He’ll do anything to fix this.

Slowly moving back, he still doesn’t leave much distance between you, forehead resting on yours and his lips only a hairsbreadth from yours as he pleads—

“I know you, baby, I know you wanna do what seems right but we can do this, and I know this isn’t what you deserve but please don’t give up on me.”

You’re barely stifling your sobs and Jimin raises his hands to hold your cheeks, delicately wiping away your tears as he carries on, voice thick. “He just wants me to marry someone, I’ll marry you.”

“Jimin,” you mutter, shaking your head and brushing off the absurd statement as Jimin’s emotions, but he pulls you back, keeping a tender hand on your face and one tight around your frame.

When you meet his gaze, you see nothing but sincerity.

“I’ll marry you,” he repeats desperately. “Y/N, I’ll spend the rest of my life with you, we’ll grow old together, please, we can do it, I’ll do it, I want to, baby, please.”

His voice breaks off at the end, his face crumpling as he drops his forehead to your shoulder, the dampness from his face soaking through the material of your dress, as he croaks out his last words, “Please don’t leave me, Y/N, I love you more than anything.”

And just like that, you’re left feeling even more hopelessly in love with him.

It’s not just the fact that he’s asking you to marry him, or the fact that he loves you so much he would do it… it’s the fact that he’s practically pleading with you for it — he’s standing with you in his arms and tears falling from his eyes as he pleads with you to marry him. 

And you would. In a heartbeat. 

There wouldn’t need to be any rhyme or reason behind it — you would do it because you love him as much as he loves you, and the proof is in the way he’s stifling his sobs into your neck while it feels like the whole world is taunting you for being fools from the start, but you don’t care about the rest of the world, you only care about him. 

That’s why you tilt your chin to brush your lips against his cheek and kiss his skin. Then again and again until he tentatively raises his head, eyes wide and teary eyed as he looks at you. There’s tear marks all over his puffy face and you still think he’s the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen. 

“I love you too,” you whisper, placing another kiss on his left cheek. “More than you know.” And another on his right cheek, stroking away any falling tears with tender swipes of your thumbs. 

Jimin’s hand cradles your cheek and as soon as he locks eyes with you, you’re leaning in to meet his lips in the most bittersweet kiss you’ve ever tasted. 

But you’ll take it. You’ll take anything with Jimin, you’ll take all of him — the good, the bad, the happiness and the heartbreak. All the pain, you’ll take it even if it hurts you more, just so you can try to ease his pain. It’s just like you’re doing now, and Jimin does the same.

Nothing makes you feel more loved than being in Jimin’s arms — the way he lovingly caresses your skin while proving just how much he wants you with the insistence of his kisses. They’re passionate and consuming, and right now is the most desperate you’ve ever felt for him.

Maybe because now you’ve accepted the fact that you can’t have him. That he can’t be yours. That very soon, he won’t be yours. 

But as long as Jimin has you like this, you can’t say no. 

The kiss is messy, with the saltiness of tears reminding you both every second just how you’ve ended up like this — frantic to feel one another, hold one another, to remind yourselves with and without words that you have one another.

Twenty minutes later there’s a trail of discarded clothes from the kitchen to your bedroom, and Jimin is driving his hips into yours as he takes no heed of your swollen lips, rouging his own even more as he refuses to part from you for even a single second.

If he’s not got his lips on yours, then they’re on your cheek, chin, jaw, neck—anywhere and everywhere. He’s determined with you tonight, not being careful in the slightest when he leaves his love littered all over your skin in purple blooms. 

He stays close to you, keeping his body pressed against yours in every way, and it’s so perfect this way. Almost too perfect that it hurts — how can something feel so right when you both know the truth that awaits you?

“I love you,” Jimin breathes dazedly, skin sticking to yours as he thrusts upwards into you. “So much, baby.” He thrusts again, teeth tugging at your ear before kissing it and moving to your cheek. “Only want you.” And he kisses you with another deep thrust, moving to your mouth and drowning out the rest of the world in a blissful haze. 

It’s only a few hours later when you wake up in the early hours of the morning.

You’re surprisingly still in the same position you fell asleep in, cradled into Jimin’s chest with one hand holding yours and his other arm around your frame. He’s still fast asleep, breathing softly as he’s no doubt exerted from earlier—

You hear it again — the muffled quiet ringtone you recognise to be Jimin’s coming from somewhere which is what woke you up from your sleep.

Slowly shifting, you feel an uncomfortable stickiness between your legs; after what can only be described as the most intense love-making you’ve ever had, you found it hard to suppress the emotions bottled up inside of you and so right after you came down from your high, you cried. 

So Jimin held you close, whispering endlessly to remind you that he’ll never leave you, saying anything and all he could to comfort you until you eventually fell asleep in his arms. Neither of you cared to clean up or get dressed after sex, it was the least of your concerns, but now as you feel Jimin’s cum, dried and sticky between your legs, you think it wasn’t the best idea.

Although you move as carefully as you can so as not to wake Jimin, he mumbles within seconds, hand rubbing your arm. “What’s wrong?” He blinks a few times, catching sight of you sitting up in bed and he pushes himself up onto his elbows.

Delicately moving the messy hair from his eyes, you smile softly, and then your heart clenches at the sight as the painful memories from yesterday suddenly return. Removing your hand, you nod towards his pants on the floor. “I think your phone is ringing.”

Jimin frowns. “What time is it?”

You check. “3.31.”

Just as Jimin sits up fully, his phone rings for what must be the third time, and you see the sudden concern that sets into his features, and you realise too — it’s half 3 in the morning and someone is calling him endlessly… something’s wrong.

Jimin gets out of bed and grabs a pair of clean boxers from the drawer you have for him in your room. Pulling them on, he takes his phone out of his pants pocket.

Even in the darkness of the room with just his phone screen illuminating his face, you see the way his face falls when reading the contact, and he answers quickly. 

“Yeoboseyo,” he answers. You can already tell his breathing has changed, clearly out of nervousness and fear, and even without knowing who it is, you feel panic brewing in your own chest just by seeing Jimin like this. “Dad, is everything okay?” he says immediately after answering.

And just like that, you know just who it’s about and the panic rises to your throat, even with all the resentment you harbour towards him…

Jimin’s chest rises and falls rapidly, and he puts the phone between his ear and shoulder as he grabs his pants and pulls them on, still talking. “Is he okay now?... Text me the hospital address, I’m coming.”

As soon as the call ends, Jimin takes the phone from his ear and you can see his hands shaking.

“Jimin?” you say quietly, grabbing your robe and slipping into this as Jimin looks your way, and his scared expression has you trembling yourself.

“My granddad,” he chokes out. “He’s had a stroke.”

You don’t have any words to comfort Jimin in this moment, so you quickly move to him, steadying yourself from the slight wobble in your knees from earlier. 

But right now that’s not on your mind as you immediately pull Jimin into a hug and he practically leans into you, his arms wound around you tight.

“I’m scared,” he whispers, fingers clenching the silk material of your robe. 

“I know, baby, but hopefully he’ll be okay. I’ll drive you okay?” Your response comes out automatically and surprises yourself because the thoughts that are running through your head are far from reassuring. Seeing Jimin like this, shaking in fear because his granddad is having a stroke — the man who won’t let the two of you be together — tells you just how much Jimin cares about him. 

It dawns on you now, just how broken Jimin will be if Deok-su were to pass away being disappointed in him. 

Jimin moves back, nodding while taking a few deep breaths. “Thank you,” he says quietly, waiting for you to look at him. 

When you do, he momentarily forgets everything else and wonders how he got so damn lucky with you — even when it comes to Deok-su, you’re still willing to help and look after Jimin. 

“It’s okay,” you respond even more quietly. 

Jimin nods again, and this time he presses a quick kiss to your lips before pulling back so you can both clean yourselves and get ready as quickly as you can to leave. 

Both of you barely exchange any words as you leave your apartment, but Jimin holds your hand all the way down to your car, only letting go when you need to get into the driver's seat and he takes the passenger seat. 

His knee bounces nervously the whole journey there and every time you think of what to say to comfort him, you come up short. 

Luckily the hospital is only a fifteen minute drive from yours, so you’re soon pulling up into the mostly empty parking lot (given how late it is), although you do recognise a few of the cars parked close to the hospital — Jimin’s aunt and uncles who work at the company, as well as Geun-woo’s. You park close to his. 

Jimin is peering up at the hospital through the windshield and you decide to wait in the car while he goes in. Jimin is a bit hesitant about that, knowing why you wouldn’t want to go in, but he simply nods and rushes inside. 

Time feels slow as you wait outside in the car, the lengthy minutes dragging on, but it gives you the time you need to think, or rather the time you need to convince yourself that you know what’s best for Jimin. 

You meant every word you said to him earlier — there is a difference between your lives and you’ve hardly seen a fraction of his life and you’re well aware of the things Jimin has gone through and sacrificed because of the lifestyle his type of family lead. They’re upper class, some of the richest people originating from Busan and a formidable family thanks to the hard work and efforts of Jimin’s granddad. 

They have their high society traditions and customs, ones which you've grown up hatng because of the type of people who entertain them. Jimin’s family are those people. And sure, most of his family is lovely but they’re still a part of that life, and in all honesty, you wouldn’t be able to keep up with it. It’s true what you said to Jimin — he’s been living two different lives in the past year — one with you, a more relaxed and enjoyable life, and the other with his family, involving the formal dinners and constant socialising with a bunch of pretentious grown-ups boasting in conversation to show off their wealth and status. Sure, JImin isn’t like that, nor are his parents (from what you know), but as the CEO of Park Motors, future chairman of the company and the eldest grandson, Jimin would be expected to entertain that kind of lifestyle for the rest of his life. 

However, even with all that said, your love for Jimin really knows no bounds and you would put up with it if it means you could spend the rest of your life with him, but there’s also the other side of things, the side that you apparently have no control over — Jimin’s grandparents don’t seem to like you. And if they don’t like you, you already know there’ll be judgement coming from many others who they know and are a part of their lives. 

That’s why you understand Deok-su’s side of things… Bong-cha grew up with all of that, they respect her already, and she seems like a lovely enough girl. She can entertain all the traditions and customs that come with being upper class because she is herself. 

As much as it breaks your heart to even think about it, you know she’ll look after Jimin and he would no doubt look after her, even if he doesn’t love her. Although a part of you believes that they could fall in love if you're out of the picture for long enough; Jimin has told you that he never actually fell in love with Bong-cha but you don’t think it would be impossible, especially if they were to start a life together, a family—

The thought hurts like a bitch… biting your lip to stop from crying, you get out of the car to catch some of the early morning air. The sky is no longer as dark as it was an hour ago, but the sun has yet to rise entirely. 

“Y/N?” 

You turn to see Geun-woo walking towards you, no doubt having just come out of the hospital. He’s dressed in pajama bottoms and a sweater, and he looks tired but he still manages to smile widely when he sees you.

“Hey,” you smile back, feeling some kind of relief upon seeing a kind, familiar face.

He comes and gives you a hug, pulling back and looking at you carefully. “Did you come with Jimin?”

“Mhm,” you nod, face becoming somber once more as you remember the reason you’re here. “He was with me when his dad called… How is he? Your granddad?”

“He’s okay now,” Geun-woo answers, “but they’re running all kinds of tests on him to figure out what caused the stroke. They suspect it was stress that caused a blood clot.”

You don’t say anything, wondering if you and Jimin are the reason he might’ve gotten so stressed, but you decide you don’t need to make yourself feel any worse than you already do, so you push these thoughts away. 

“I hope he gets better soon,” is all you say, looking out towards the hospital and wondering what Jimin is doing now, how worried he must be. 

Geun-woo looks at you, his expression becoming soft. “You know, I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t care.”

You give him a look, one that shows you almost agree with what he’s said but you don’t verbalise it because it’s not actually true. “I care because Jimin cares,” you say eventually.

“Yeah but still. My granddad’s been a complete ass to you, Y/N,” Geun-woo says, somewhat apologetically.

“I know,” you admit quietly, looking towards the hospital. “But for some reason I do.”

Geun-woo nods, lowering his head as you both stand in silence for a moment before he speaks again. “Are you going to wait here the whole time?”

“Yeah, I told Jimin I would wait.”

“Right, well I need to quickly go home and get dressed but I’ll be back within half an hour. Want me to get you anything?” he asks, smiling.

“No, I’m good.” You pat this shoulder, looking down at his clothes. “Did you get woken up from your sleep too?”

“Yeah,” Geun-woo’s smile disappears as he remembers. “I think it was half 2 when my dad got the call and he woke us all up. I offered to drive ‘cos he seemed pretty shaken up.”

“Jimin too,” you nod understandingly. 

“Yeah, I didn’t get time to get dressed though so dad’s sending me back home.”

“I’m surprised that’s what he’s concerned with at a time like this,” you say, raising your brow. 

“Yeah, I know,” Geun-woo sighs. “I said pretty much the same thing but he gave me the usual, “we’ve got to represent the family at all times” lecture.”

Nodding, you purse your lips as you find yet another reason the Park family is different from yours. Geun-woo seems to realise and goes quiet, the events of the past day returning to his mind. 

“How are you anyway?” he asks quietly.  

“I’m fine,” you lie.

“Seriously?” Geun-woo arches a brow. “I mean you don’t need to tell me of course but you can if you want to.”

“I know,” you smile emptily. “I appreciate it, but I don’t really have much to say.”

As you’re talking, you don’t notice the sleek black Range Rover that pulls into the car park close to the entrance, but when the driver gets out, you almost freeze, mind going into overdrive. 

Geun-woo notices as you stare behind him, and when he turns and sees, he looks back awkwardly. 

Bong-cha gets out of the car, looking like a million dollars even in loungewear and a bare face with her hair in a messy bun. 

Suddenly you feel jealous — something you’ve rarely ever felt in your relationship with Jimin because you’ve always been so sure of his love for you, but this is real. It hits hardest where it hurts the most because the possibility of Bong-cha having Jimin is real, of him having her… maybe loving her.

Fresh tears collect at your waterline but you’re well aware that you’re still standing with Geun-woo so you try your hardest not to let them fall. 

Except it doesn’t quite work, and Geun-woo turns back to see you hastily wiping the tears from your cheeks. 

“Hey,” he says softly, reaching up to hold your shoulders.

“I’m fine,” you say quickly. “I’ll be fine.”

Geun-woo hesitates, knowing that it’s an obvious lie again. Wordlessly, he pulls you into a brief hug, not wanting to make you feel any worse but he still whispers a gentle, “Things will work out for you somehow, I know they will.”

They won’t, is what you want to say. How can they? — Jimin is inside the hospital right now, fearing for his grandpa despite the man’s blatant dislike of you, and you know for sure that it’ll break Jimin’s heart to go against his granddad. And then there’s Bong-cha, practically a part of their family and Jimin’s high school sweetheart who was always supposed to end up with him. 

You can’t help bitter thoughts filling your head as you imagine Jimin seeing her rush into the hospital, with the same concern for his grandpa after having years of memories together. You wonder if he might see her now and begin to change his mind, the threat of his grandpa’s health on the line might be what encourages him to go ahead with marrying her. 

On top of all of that, there’s you — an outsider, foreign to everything Jimin has known growing up. 

The thoughts spiral and you barely acknowledge Geun-woo anymore as he lets go, promising to be back within half an hour with an early breakfast even though you said you didn’t want it. 

It’s only when his car drives off and the tears fall for what feels like the hundredth time, that you retreat back to your car and cry. 

But only for a moment because you’re well aware that Jimin could walk out any minute, or even one of the other family members and you don’t need anyone to see you crying. 

Especially not Jimin. Because then he’ll ask you what’s wrong and he’ll reassure you for the hundredth time while you’ll hate yourself for what you know you need to do. 

It takes all the strength you have to sit patiently for Jimin to return, and Geun-woo returns faster than he said he would with breakfast in tow. He parks next to your car again, opening his trunk for you both to sit and eat together. 

You’re grateful for his company because he distracts you from everything and helps lighten the weight you’ve been feeling on your shoulders. 

But then you see Jimin walking out of the hospital and the weight returns, except this time it’s ten times worse when you see Bong-cha walking beside him. 

Contrary to what you thought Jimin might be thinking, he’s incredibly awkward when he sees Bong-cha rush into the waiting room. It almost pains him to see her, knowing that he could never want her but she’s the one that his grandpa insists on. 

He also feels somewhat irritated that she’s here, making her even more perfect in everyone else’s eyes, reminding them of her close relationship to the family and the love and care she has for Deok-su. 

It’s like it’s all taunting him as he watches her from the far, secluded corner of the waiting room — she converses with one of Jimin’s aunts, and then his dad approaches her and also updates her before she grabs the attention of one of the nurses. 

Jimin remembers now that she’s a doctor. Of course that elevates her status even more and everyone will be fawning over her if she starts talking in medical terms which most of his family don’t understand but they’ll appreciate anything which might help Deok-su, the head of this family. 

He continues to watch as Geun-woo’s dad also approaches her, reminding Jimin again just how well acquainted she is with his family. 

But so are you, he reminds himself. You’ve worked with the majority of Jimin’s aunts and uncles, and even though you don’t have years of memories with them, they still like and respect you. 

However, Jimin knows it’s not the same to anyone epse, considering your upbringings, but he doesn’t care. He loves you, not Bong-cha. 

Just as his irritation begins to grow, Bong-cha excuses herself from the small crowd that’s formed around her and walks down the hall with Jimin’s dad, and as she turns away, she catches Jimin eye for the shortest of seconds, and Jimin is quickly reminded with a pang of guilt that none of this is her fault. 

It’s unfair of him to feel any semblance of annoyance towards her when she’s just as innocent in this as you. Although Jimin remembers what Deok-su said to him yesterday, that she agreed to the marriage — it baffles him because Jimin knows that Bong-cha knows about you and him. 

With a heavy exhale, Jimin closes his eyes and slumps further into his seat. Only a moment passes until he hears footsteps coming closer and someone takes a seat next to him. 

Opening his eyes, he looks to his side to see his dad collapsed into the seat just like him. It upsets Jimin to see his dad this worn out. 

Pil-woo exhales heavily, turning to look at Jimin. “You good, son?”

“I’m fine,” Jimin answers. “What about you? D’you need anything?”

Pil-woo shakes his head, looking forward again tiredly. “What a day it’s been, huh?” he says quietly. 

“Tell me about it,” Jimin mutters, leaning back again. 

Father and son sit together quietly for a few moments until Jimin speaks again. 

“What was Bong-cha saying about grandpa?”

“She just wanted to know what tests they were running and she’s requested to see the results herself,” Pil-woo answers, glancing sideways at Jimin. “She’s pretty worried about him.”

“We all are,” Jimin replies plainly. “And of course she would, she kinda grew up with him.”

Pil-woo nods and hums, sitting in silence for a moment until he asks, “Where’s Y/N?”

“She’s outside,” Jimin says, pushing himself up. “I should go back to her actually, she’s waiting for me but she should go home and rest, I can call Beom-soo to drop me off.”

Before Jimin can get up, Pil-woo places a hand on Jimin’s arm. “How is she?” he asks softly.

Jimin pauses, remembering everything that happened only a few hours ago. Even with the memory of making love to you so intensely, he can’t shake the conversation that led to it — the one where he knew what you were thinking the whole time. It breaks his heart to even think about it. 

“I think she wants to leave me,” Jimin says, voice already thick with emotions. He turns to his dad. “And I don’t blame her.”

Pil-woo sighs sadly, moving his hand to pat Jimin’s back. “Words can’t tell you how sorry I am, Jimin. Neither of you deserve this.”

Jimin looks at his dad with pleading eyes. “Is there really nothing we can do? You know I’ll do anything to be with her.”

Silently, Pil-woo shakes his head. “I would do anything if it would help you, but with your granddad in hospital now, I highly doubt anything will convince him.”

Jimin’s shoulders drop and he finds it more and more difficult to fight the defeated feeling that takes over him. 

“I’m going to Y/N, I‘ll be back in a bit,” Jimin mutters, getting up and walking down the hallway to find his grandma. Jimin knows his grandma is a strong woman, having barely shed a tear since they got to the hospital, but he still wants to check she’s doing okay and make sure she doesn’t need anything before he goes down to you. 

She’s two floors up where his granddad’s scans are being done, but just as Jimin expected, she keeps a stiff upper lip and insists there’s nothing she needs while she waits for Deok-su. 

“You’re sure?” Jimin asks one last time. 

“I’m positive,” she says, squeezing his hand. “I’ll let you know if I need anything, but for now I’m okay.”

“Okay,” Jimin answers, giving her a small smile. He’s about to leave but Eun-ae holds his hand and stops him. Jimin looks at her expecting her to have changed her mind but her next words surprise him. 

“How is Y/N?” Jimin can see there’s genuine concern on her face. 

“Oh, um… she’s not okay.” Jimin pauses, wondering whether he should go on, and when he sees his grandma's frown deepen, he does in the hopes that her concern for you might help things. “She was pretty embarrassed that grandpa invited Bong-cha, especially when he wouldn’t stop taking digs at her all evening… I’ve never seen her this upset.”

“Yes, that was low for your grandpa,” Eun-ae answers, sighing disappointedly. “I didn’t know he was going to invite Bong-cha.”

Jimin looks at her in surprise. “You didn’t?”

“Of course not. Your grandfather knows how to get what he wants though so I’m not surprised he did it.”

“And if you did?” Jimin asks, hope lacing his tone which has Eun-ae looking at him apologetically. 

“Jimin, you know your granddad has always worked hard to get what he wants, and he has big dreams for the future, for you.”

“Those are his dreams,” Jimin exclaims, “I don’t share the same stupid traditions as him but you both know I can still carry the company and the family exactly how you want me to, maybe even better with Y/N at my side!”

Eun-ae sighs, taking Jimin’s hand. “I don’t doubt that, Jimin, but Deok-su is stubborn and wilful in his own ways, and especially because he’s older, you have to learn to respect the fact that he…” Eun-ae pauses, looking away distantly for a moment until she eventually says, “He’s experienced things that you haven’t.”

Jimin frowns, not entirely understanding but he moves on with the point that is on his mind — “Like he learnt to respect Y/N?” It comes out almost sarcastically, as it’s meant to. 

Eun-ae meets Jimin’s gaze and for a split second he thinks she’s going to agree, but then a doctor knocks on the door to ask her some questions. 

“I’m sorry, Jimin,” is what she says, giving him a final, apologetic look before she leaves. “It’s always been Deok-su’s way.”

Jimin sighs, dropping his head in his hands as he sits for a moment to collect himself before he goes out to you. It’s hard to, with so much having happened in the last twelve hours alone, but he doesn’t want to keep you waiting for too long so he straightens up and makes his way out of the hospital. 

Getting into the elevator, Jimin catches a glimpse of his tired appearance but turns away, his mind far more occupied with other things. 

The elevator dings for the 5th floor where the rest of his family are, but Jimin has already told his dad he’s gone to speak with you so he plans to keep going down, that is until the doors suddenly open again just when they’re halfway closed. 

Jimin looks to see Bong-cha entering the elevator, not yet having noticed Jimin in the corner (because she’s texting on her phone) until the doors are shut. 

“Oh,” she says, looking up somewhat startled and clearly very awkward. “Sorry, I didn’t know you were in here, I can get out on the next floor.”

Jimin shakes his head, smiling politely. “Don’t worry about it, there’s no need.”

She nods, looking forward awkwardly and Jimin knows she’s clearly uncomfortable and it feels rude on his part to let her feel like that when she’s done nothing wrong. Also, before his grandfather insisted on Jimin marrying her, Jimin was still friendly with her and it feels wrong to stand here with so much tension between them, although Jimin does wonder whether or not Deok-su was lying when he told him that she agreed to the marriage…

“Thanks for helping today,” Jimin says, glancing at her. 

“It’s not a problem,” she responds quietly, barely looking at him. 

There‘s another beat of silence and then, “Did my granddad talk to you about anything… you know, about us?” Jimin asks, feeling awkward himself now. 

Pressing her lips into a thin line, Bong-cha nods. “Yeah.” She gives him a quick glance as she says, “but don’t worry, I didn’t say yes. I know you’re with Y/N.”

“Ah,” Jimin nods, realising Deok-su did lie about Bong-cha agreeing, because he knows Bong-cha wouldn’t lie. “He told me you did.”

“What?” Bong-cha’s head snaps towards Jimin. “I didn’t, I promise I didn’t—“

“It’s okay, I know,” Jimin smiled reassuringly. “I’ve known you all my life and I know you wouldn’t lie like that anyway.”

“Yeah, definitely,” Bong-cha sighs, seemingly relieved as they exit the elevator together on the ground floor. “You’re happy with Y/N, I would never try to come in between that in any way.”

Jimin nods, and when another momentary silence passes between them, it’s Bong-cha who speaks up.

“How is she by the way? Y/N? Uncle wasn’t exactly his usual self yesterday…”

“Yeah, he wasn’t,” Jimin sighs, choosing not to say too much to Bong-cha because he doesn’t want to expose your feelings to the whole world. “We’ll be okay,” he says quietly, giving Bong-cha a small appreciative smile which she returns. 

And it’s just as they’re exiting the building that another question occurs to Jimin and he wonders whether or not he should ask, but he wants to know…

“Hey, um, you said you didn’t say yes to him…” he comes to a stop and so does Bong-cha, turning to look at him. “But did you say no?”

Bong-cha’s face tells Jimin the answer, her cheeks going pink and eyes wide as though she’s guilty. “I didn’t say anything,” she says quickly, “I only said I would think about it because he had just told me about his condition and I didn’t want to upset him when he’s already got so much going on—“

“It’s okay,” Jimin quickly interrupts, even though he’s not sure if it’s okay but he also knows how manipulative his granddad has been about this whole situation so he doesn’t exactly blame her. “Forget I asked, it didn’t mean anything.”

Bong-cha nods, now completely avoiding Jimin’s gaze as she hurriedly excuses herself and rushes to her car. 

Your body stiffens as you watch both Jimin and Bong-cha come to a stop, with Jimin turning to her and asking something. You can’t make out what he’s saying but only seconds later, Bong-cha is hurrying off to her car and Jimin looks visibly stressed and somewhat… annoyed, maybe, as he walks over to you. 

Placing down your coffee cup, you get up from the back of Geun-woo’s trunk (Geun-woo himself pretends to be super interested in the bagel he’s eating so as to give you two some privacy), meeting Jimin’s gaze as he watches you. 

You smile, although your lips barely turn up given the events of the past 12 hours. Jimin is pretty much the same, but he still gives you a tight hug, pressing his lips to your cheek when he pulls away.

“Thanks for waiting for me,” he murmurs. You can see the way his shoulders are slouched and he looks incredibly weary, the sight of it aching your heart even more. What’s worse is the silent tension that still exists between you, with the health of Deok-su seeming like it’s hanging by a thread.

“It’s okay,” you respond quietly. “How is he?”

“They’re still running tests and they’re gonna prescribe him some meds to prevent any more blood clots, but I think he’ll be okay.”

“Good,” you nod, looking down at your hands. In all honesty, you wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to Deok-su. You may not like him or respect him, but you would never wish for anything bad to happen to him, especially because he is Jimin’s granddad.

“I was gonna ask if you wanted breakfast but I see Geun-woo already sorted that,” Jimin smiles, looking in Geun-woo’s direction.

“Oh, yeah, he did, d’you want some?” you ask, trying to ignore the voices in your head. “He bought quite a bit.”

“Um, I actually should get back inside,” Jimin mutters. 

“Oh, right… yeah,” you nod. “But take some with you anyway.”

“Sure.” Jimin looks at you again, and he doesn’t say anything for a moment, but simply takes in all of your pretty features. 

You don’t say anything either because you can tell he’s thinking something, and also you don’t have anything to say right now. What you do need to say, you don’t want to say here in the parking lot of the hospital. 

“I don’t know how long I’m gonna be here,” Jimin says after a moment, taking your hand. “So you can go home, get some rest if you like.”

“Sure,” you nod, curling your fingers around his. “You’ll be okay?”

Jimin nods and gives you a small smile. “I can get Beom-soo to pick me up when I’m done.” He leans forward and places a tender kiss on your lips, and you both say a quiet goodbye before he walks back into the hospital. 

As he leaves, you can’t ignore the heavy feeling that lingers around you, spurring the voices on and telling you you know what you need to do. 

It’s many hours later that Jimin finds himself in the back of his chauffeur-driven car, mentally and physically exhausted from the past 24 hours. The sun has yet to set but it’s close enough to the end of the day, and when the car finally stops, Jimin doesn’t step out into the car park of your apartment complex, but the hill that he took you to a year ago now.

He hasn’t been back here since then himself — it’s like he told you, with you in his life, he hasn’t needed to come back here as much. Except now, with everything that's happening, he needs some time alone and fresh air. 

Jimin has been thinking about you and his grandfather all day— to everyone else and each other, you’re two opposite ends of the spectrum, but to Jimin, you’re both two important people in his life, and more similar than you think. 

You both started off with nothing and worked incredibly hard to get to where you are. You each know your own worth and aren’t afraid to show it, and you’re also both proud in your own ways. Deok-su is proud to a fault. While you’re proud of who you are and won't let anyone make you feel any less for it. 

It’s why Jimin knows you can’t put up with the insults that Deok-su has been throwing at you, and Jimin doesn’t think you should either. Jimin knows by staying with him, there’s no guarantee that Deok-su would ever make you feel welcome, but he’s also well aware that Deok-su isn’t the only problem.

Jimin has grown up surrounded by pretentious, snobby adults, and he knows that the rich world he’s grown up in will find it difficult to accept you as his love. He hates the fact that people look down on you because of your family and how you grew up, even when you’re so accomplished now, more than many of those people themselves. He knows that no matter what he says, they will never accept you and will only continue to make you feel like less than them which isn’t what you deserve.

Jimin would never want that for you, but there's no doubt that it would happen if you stayed in his life. So that’s why Jimin doesn’t blame you for wanting to leave him. 

A muffled vibration comes from Jimin’s jacket pocket, and he pulls out his phone to see a text from you. 

[10:38pm] Y/N ❤️:  hey, I think you should spend some time with your family for the next few days. I’m going to spend the rest of the weekend with Gi so I’ll see you on Monday. 

Jimin feels his heart drop to his feet. It’s not only the absence of your usual “love you” at the end of the message, but also the fact that he already feels like you’re distancing yourself from him. 

But again, he doesn’t blame you. If you’re choosing to spend the weekend at Gi’s, it’s because you want the time for yourself too, and he won't ask you for anything else. As well as that, he knows he should spend some time with his family; since being in a relationship with you, he’s been seeing his family less and it’s one of the things he felt most guilty about when his granddad told him about his condition. 

However that doesn’t mean this sits right with Jimin. He hates the tension that’s been lingering between you both since he told you about Deok-su, and no matter what he’s tried, it doesn’t go away. 

Feeling defeated, Jimin sends back a short reply to thank you for today, before getting back into his car and driving away. 

But he doesn’t go home. He keeps driving to the other side of town and pulls up in the driveway of Namjoon’s house. 

He feels bad coming this late to Namjoon’s, but he really needs to talk to someone that’s not you or his family, and Namjoon has always been a good friend to Jimin. Plus he always knows what to do. He’s always made smart decisions his whole life and a part of the reason Jimin respects him so much is because Namjoon started his own company with only his dad’s help and has established a franchise nearly as successful as Park Motors. 

Knocking on the door to his beautiful home, Jimin realises he probably should’ve texted before coming since Namjoon might be busy, especially with Mi-sun and Baek-hyeon getting older. 

But a moment later, the door opens and Namjoon stands there in his pajamas with a tea towel over his shoulder, and he looks down at his friend with immediate concern. “Jimin?”

“Hey man,” Jimin sighs. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah, of course.” He steps to the side, letting Jimin in as he lowers his voice. “Just keep the voice down please, I only got Mi-sun to go to sleep ten minutes ago.”

“Sure,” Jimin nods. “Is ___ home?”

“No, she’s got the night shift today. She left a little while ago.” Namjoon still looks Jimin over with concern. “Come, I’ll get you a drink.”

Jimin follows wordlessly, slumping down at the grand dining table while Namjoon gets a drink for them both. 

“How is she?” Jimin asks. “And the kids? I’ve missed them,” he says, looking at one of the framed photographs on the mantle. 

“They’re good, all of them,” Namjoon nods, smiling before he turns to Jimin again. “But, dude, what’s up with you? I mean, no offence but you look like you’re going through something.”

Jimin sighs, taking a long sip of beer. Then he cuts to the chase: “My granddad’s dying. He’s got cancer and the doctors reckon he’s only got six months left.”

Namjoon’s jaw has dropped,  but Jimin doesn’t even give him time to process it before he carries on. 

“And he wants me to leave Y/N and get an arranged marriage to Bong-cha. I tried to talk to him and so did dad, and he called Y/N for dinner yesterday so we went and I thought we would be okay but he practically set Y/N up and invited Bong-cha too. It was the worst feeling ever, Namjoon,” Jimin croaks. “Seeing Y/N so helpless like that because of me. Then I begged her to stay because I know she wants to go and I don’t know what’s gonna happen because now granddad’s had a stroke and he’s in hospital and everything is just so fucked up.”

Jimin lets out a heavy exhale, forcing down the lump in his throat with another long sip of beer. Namjoon is quite literally speechless, processing everything that Jimin has just told him.

Jimin looks at him helplessly. “I don’t know what to do.”

Sighing softly, Namjoon gives Jimin an apologetic frown and pats his shoulder. “I’m not gonna lie to you, that’s pretty fucked up… Honestly, I don’t think there’s any situation here where you can win.”

“I know,” Jimin mutters. “I know. I feel like it’s all my fault.”

“How?”

“When I first got with Y/N,” Jimin says, turning the bottle in his hand. “She was apprehensive. She knew something like this would happen but I kept convincing her we would be okay. I promised her,” Jimin cries. “It happened more than once and I just kept promising her it would be okay because I really thought it would be but I didn’t know hal-abeoji would be so rude to her, I didn’t know he could be like that.”

“I bet he’s giving you the whole respectable family thing, huh?” Namjoon asks, shaking his head. 

Jimin nods. “He keeps saying he wants what’s best for me, but that’s so fucking stupid. Y/N is what’s best for me and I swear he knows it too, he’s just being stubborn. All he cares about is stupid reputation and respect.”

Namjoon nods, thinking carefully. “What has Y/N said?”

“She says my granddad’s not entirely wrong.”

“You said you begged her to stay… was that before or after the stroke?”

Jimin’s head drops. “Before.”

Namjoon is quiet for a moment, until he asks “Does Bong-cha know?” 

“Yeah,” Jimin sighs, remembering his conversation at the hospital with her. “I think she would’ve said yes if I wasn’t with Y/N.”

Namjoon looks at Jimin in surprise. “What makes you think that?”

Jimin shrugs. “She didn’t say yes, but she didn’t say no either. Plus I know how much she cares about her own grandparents and mine. She’s the perfect child to them, I just have a feeling she would do it.”

“It makes sense,” Namjoon nods. “She’s too kind for her own good sometimes.”

“That’s true,” Jimin agrees. “But it doesn’t matter anyway. I’m not saying yes.”

Namjoon gives Jimin a look, and when Jimin sees it, he immediately frowns. “What?” he questions. 

Wincing, Namjoon sighs. “Okay, look. You’ve come to me for a third person perspective right?”

Bracing himself for the worst, Jimin nods. 

“Okay,” Namjoon nods. “Well, you dated Bong-cha in high school. She’s literally had the same upbringing as you and your grandparents have been best friends for over thirty years, before you were born. So I can imagine that Deok-su has wanted the two of you to get together for years, maybe even since before you could walk, and now that he doesn’t know how long he’s got, he just wants to see it come true because he loves Bong-cha too.” Jimin gives Namjoon an icy glare to which he responds, “You want my perspective, I’m giving it to you.”

Jaw clenched, Jimin looks down at the table as Namjoon continues. “He trusts that she’ll look after you how he wants so that’s actually coming from a caring place—“

“Okay, first of all, Y/N will look after me too, better than Bong-cha because Y/N loves me. Bong-cha doesn’t. Secondly, how’s it coming from a caring place when it’s all what he wants, and not what I want?”

“You’re right,” Namjoon says, “I get your point, but your granddad has looked after you your whole life after your parents, and it’s because of him you are where you are.”

“I know,” Jimin mutters. “But it’s not fair.”

“It’s not,” Namjoon agrees. “He worked hard to give you a good life but it’s a life that comes with all sorts of standards and stupid societal norms. But that is your life, Jimin. It always has been. And let’s not forget Y/N. She isn’t used to most of this besides what she’s seen at work, and that’s not even a quarter of what it’s like with most of the upper class families that your family is close with…” Namjoon sighs. “It’s not exactly fair on her to deal with this now, and if your grandparents don’t agree, you know as well as I do that she’ll be putting up with it for as long as she’s with you.”

“Fuck,” Jimin sighs. “I know.”

“But…” Namjoon says, leaning back in his seat. “With all that said, you love her, and she loves you. So, I think you should let Y/N decide.”

Jimin looks at Namjoon who continues. 

“She loves you, there’s no doubt about that. But whatever happens, she’s affected by it. If you choose to stay with her, she’ll struggle, and if you marry Bong-cha, she’ll struggle. I know you’ve already made the decision to stay with her, but you need to remember that it’s not just your decision to make.”

As hard as it is to hear, Jimin knows Namjoon is right. 

“Oh my god, babe,” Gi sighs, pulling you into her shoulder as you succumb to your tears after telling her everything that’s happened. “I’m so fucking sorry you’ve had to go through that,” she murmurs, soothingly stroking your hair. 

You let yourself cry for a few moments, heart heavy as you feel any and all of your fight running out.

When you finally pull back, Gi takes your hand and gives you a small smile. “You’re so strong, you know?”

“I don’t feel strong,” you sniffle, pulling more tissues from the box. “I can’t do this, Gi,” you croak, face scrunching up as you cry once more. 

Gi shushes you gently, her heart aching as she watches you. “And you shouldn’t have to, Y/N. You’re worth so much more than this. Anyone who’s made you feel like this is a fucking idiot and doesn’t deserve your time.”

“But what about Jimin?” you whimper. “He never makes me feel like this.”

Your older sister gives you an apologetic look. “I know, babe, but it’s all the people in his life that will continue to do so. They’re snobby little shits and you’re so much better than them.”

Through teary eyes, you meet Gi’s gaze. “What am I supposed to do then?”

She sighs, rubbing your hand. “Make your own choice. But think with your head, not your heart.”

Just like that, your heart drops in your chest. “I don’t really have much of a choice then.” 

Gi nods, understanding what you mean, but before she can respond, the sound of your little nephew crying sounds on the baby monitor.

“Oh, god, he’s probably hungry,” Gi sighs.

“It’s okay,” you smile, wiping your tears away. “Go, don’t worry.”

“Okay,” she nods, giving you a quick peck on the forehead before she gets up. “I won’t be long.”

She rushes upstairs, leaving you alone in the quiet lounge. You hear her on the baby monitor as she enters Ji-seok’s room. Cooing, she shushes him gently, and within a moment, he’s no longer crying and all you can hear is her soft talking as she feeds him. 

In the serene quietness, you hear the voice telling you to go now. To do what you know you need to… 

This time, you listen. 

It’s a little past midnight when you’re knocking on the door to Jimin’s apartment. You have the key, but it feels wrong to use it considering what you’re here to do. 

It sits curled up tight in your palm, the metal pressing against your clenched hand in an attempt to ease your nerves. 

But it’s useless. 

When Jimin opens the door, it takes so much energy to gather the little strength you have left. 

“Y/N?” He frowns in confusion but steps aside to let you in anyway. “Why didn’t you use your key?”

You ignore that question and turn to face him. You planned on coming here and just getting right to it, but as you see Jimin’s face, it’s not that easy. 

“How’s your grandpa now?” you ask, trying to avoid his gaze. 

Jimin nods, giving you a small smile. “He’s recovering well.”

“Good,” you nod, fist still clenched around the key.  Do it, you tell yourself. Please do it now. Don’t make this any harder for yourself. “Um, I, uh…” you trail off feeling the lump form in your throat. 

“Y/N?” Jimin steps forward, seeing your broken expression but you step back and shake your head quickly. 

Then Jimin realises. “Y/N,” he whispers. 

“I can’t do this anymore, Jimin.” Your voice breaks as you place the key on the table beside you. 

Jimin sees it and his heart drops.

“Y/N, please—“

“No, Jimin please don’t say anything,” you plead, stiffening up. “I can’t let you live the rest of your life, always wondering whether you would’ve made the right choice.”

“There is no choice for me,” Jimin says. “It’s you and that’s it.”

“No,” you mutter. “There’s Bong-cha, and your grandparents, and everyone else in your life.”

Jimin steps forward. “They’re all irrelevant, for me there’s only you.”

“No there isn’t,” you shake your head, fighting back the tears as you look at him. “You care about your grandparents, Jimin. Your whole life is proof of that and you’ll feel so bad if your granddad goes and he wasn’t happy. I know you will and I’m not gonna be the reason for it, I don’t want to be,” you cry. “Especially not if it means I have to live as second best.”

Jimin knows it’s right. It’s exactly what Namjoon told him and he’s right. It’s now that he remembers what else Namjoon said — Jimin has to let you decide. But that doesn’t mean he still won’t fight to keep you. 

“You’re not second best to me,” he tells you, his eyes promising the truth. 

“I know,” you nod, your heart aching. “But I am to your grandpa, and anyone else who thinks like he does, which is most of the people in your life.”

Jimin pauses, knowing that’s true, and as you see him hesitate, you use the opportunity to continue. 

“You have to do it, Jimin, otherwise you’ll regret it,” you say quietly. 

Jimin’s head snaps towards you and tears brim in his eyes. “I’ll regret this. Nothing else but this.”

Shaking your head, you give him a weak smile. “You’ve known Bong-cha your whole life, Jimin, and you’ve known me for what, four? It doesn’t really compare.”

Jimin shakes his head as he takes another step and reaches for your hand. “She’s not you! I love you.”

It takes every ounce of willpower for you to pull yourself from his grasp. “We’ve only been dating for a year,” you respond weakly. “You’ll forget about us eventually.”

Jimin’s face falls but is quickly changed to one of furious determination. “I’m not breaking up with you. You know I won’t.” He hears Namjoon’s words echoing in his head, but knowing that this really could be it, that you’re really making the decision to leave him… it hurts more than anything and he will still do everything he can to keep you. 

“I know you won’t,” you say with a sad smile, tears falling freely from your eyes now. “But I can’t let you stay with me either.”

Jimin’s eyes search your face desperately. “What?… so you’re just gonna leave me?” he croaks. 

There it is. He knows, you think. It doesn’t have to be any harder than this.

Lower lip trembling, you nod. 

Jimin’s hand squeezes yours tighter as he pulls you into his arms. “I made a promise, Y/N,” he whispers. “I promised you I wouldn’t let anything come between us.”

“And you kept your promise,” you whisper back through teary eyes. The last of your strength is what it takes to pull back from Jimin’s arms.

When they drop to his side defeatedly, is when your eyes meet, and both of you know this is it. 

But Jimin only lets go because he cares. He cares about you so much and he knows you’re right.

However, that doesn’t mean his heart isn’t screaming at him when you pull yourself free from his grasp, slowly stepping back towards the door with the tears streaming from your eyes and the kindest smile on your lips despite the pain he knows you’re feeling. 

“You kept it the whole time, Jimin,” you murmur, “and I love you so much for it.”

Jimin can hear his heart beating in his ears, the sound thrumming heavily to every word you’re saying, and Jimin is reminded that the beat is also in time to the clock ticking in the back of his mind — the clock that draws closer to the end of his grandpa’s life. 

But it’s when you step forward to kiss his cheek, whispering one last goodbye, that Jimin feels truly, and utterly broken. 

Then you’re gone. 

A/N: thank you for reading! <3

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[moonlit-reveriee]

NSFW Alphabet

ft. technoblade

concept: a collection of my own personal nsfw headcanons for techno, one for each letter of the alphabet

@saturnsstufff ‘s discord saw it first ;)

A = Aftercare 

I like the idea that techno actually gets very clingy after sex. He’ll get up and grab a glass of water or a towel if either of you need it, but if he’s able to, he’ll stay glued to your side the whole time. Even if he won’t admit it, he needs to have that intimacy after sex. He loves the feeling of your body pressed against his as you both cool down. Usually, his hands will be absentmindedly drawing patterns over your skin

B = Body part 

Kind of an oddly specific one, but he loves your shoulders. He loves to casually rest his chin on them as he holds you from behind, and bury his face in the crook of your neck as he presses heated kisses on your pulse point. He also considers the way a person carries their shoulders to be an indication of their strength, and how could he see anything but strength in you.

He hadn’t put much thought into his own body before meeting you. He’s learned to love parts of himself because of you. Particularly his scars. They way you gently run your fingers across the rough surface of them, in both intimate and casual settings, made him crave the touch. Now when he looks at them, he thinks of your hands moving across his skin

C = Cum 

Fun fact: pigs have 30 minute orgasms

Early on in your sexual relationship, he was very embarrassed by just how much of it there always was. But once you started praising him for it, that became a very different story. He started to take pride in how well he could completely fill you up without even trying

D = Dirty Secret 

He would probably never admit it to you, but it’s become a habit of his to think about the last time he had sex with you during battles. He starts to make sure you two always have sex the night before a big fight, so his mind can wander back to it during the haze of battle. He’s not sure if it’s a coping mechanism or what but it certainly helps

E = Experience 

You are his first ever sexual partner, but somehow he just.... already knows what he’s doing?? He’s very nervous and considerate the first time, but he does everything perfectly. Once you tell him that, he’s very happy and secretly a bit proud of himself

F = Favourite Position 

He loooves to have you in his lap. Either facing him, back to chest, it doesn’t matter. He’ll do everything with you in his lap. Cockwarming, fingering, thigh riding, anything you and him are physically able to do in that position

G = Goofy 

He’s usually a bit more on the serious side. Sometimes the two of you will quip at each other during foreplay, but once he gets going, it’s all business. In the moment, he likes to treat is as something special (doesn’t mean he won’t tease you about things after the fact)

H = Hair 

He likes to keep himself clean-shaven most of the time. When he’s relaxed and doesn’t have to go to any public events for a long period of time, he’ll let a small amount of stubble grow on his chin. You can always tell when he slacks off on it, cause the stubble on his face brushes roughly against your skin as he kisses down your body...

he doesn’t really shave much below the neck, but he keeps it clean and trims occasionally

I = Intimacy 

He’s surprisingly romantic when he wants to be. It’s definitely a side of him only you’re allowed to see. Alone together in his bed, he’ll whisper sweet nothings to you as he slowly draws you to your climax. Even when he’s speaking the most lewd and naughty things to you, he somehow makes them sound affectionate and full of love

J = Jack Off 

He loves to watch you masturbate. The first time was a complete accident. He came home late one night to find you curled up with his blankets, breathing heavily as you massaged yourself over your underwear. It wasn’t long before you noticed him in the doorway and jumped, worthlessly attempting to hide what you were doing. He wasn’t sure if it was the blush on your face or the fact that the blanket you chose to cover yourself in was his cape but something urged him to sit on the edge of the bed, still in his armor, and ask you to continue. It was beautiful to simply sit there and watch

K = Kink 

He’s a little bit possessive. He loves to mark you in subtle ways so you always remember that you’re his. Especially if you’re going on a trip without him. He’ll drape you in gold jewelry and leave a hickey just out of sight on your neck for good measure. The part that he loves the most about it though, is that you know exactly what he’s doing and show off his signs of possession with pride

L = Location 

He prefers to keep most of your sexual acts to the area in and around his cottage. Other than in bed, he loves to press you up against a wall. Sometimes you two get distracted while tending to the farms and end up heatedly making out in the snow. One time, you decide you wanted to lay out some blankets on the floor and do it right in front of the fireplace. He adored the way the firelight danced across your skin. (He’s thought about taking you down to the syndicate room and laying you out across the table. But he came to the unfortunate conclusion that during meetings, he’d never be able to look anyone straight in the eyes ever again. So he’s shelved that idea for the time being. Maybe once the group has disbanded...)

M = Motivation

He loves to be praised by you. During regular day-to-day life, he doesn’t like to accept any compliments from you, usually just brushing them off or responding with a joke. But when you two are alone together and intimate, he drinks that shit up. How can he not believe it when you look up and him with lidded eyes and tell him just how good he makes you feel. Just moaning against his lips as he kisses you is enough to keep him going for a while

N = NO 

He will never do anything that involves seeing your own blood. It sets off the voices too much. One day, you randomly got a nosebleed while cooking dinner together. He could smell it before he even saw it. When the voices recognized the deep red color dripping down your face, they wouldn’t stop chanting. He tried to help you clean up, but it became too much to ignore. He had to go out back and slaughter at least a dozen zombies before they shut up. And even then, he was left with a pounding headache. You were extra gentle and sweet with him when you cuddled up in bed together that night

O = Oral 

If you’re on the receiving end, be prepared for him to be down there a looooong time. Once he gets his mouth on you, it’s hard for him to pull away. He loves your smell and taste too much. He tries not to get too carried away, but there was one time he made you come 5 times in a row with just his mouth. He was very thorough with his aftercare that night.

He isn’t the one receiving very often. He only really likes it when he’s tired. He loves to sit back in a chair and watch you gently suck him of on your knees in front of him, one hand gently weaving it’s way through your hair

P = Pace 

I always imagine him on the slower side. He likes to savor every moment, making sure that every thrust or movement of his hand is intentional and perfectly placed. He takes time to watch you carefully to make sure you’re getting exactly what you need. He’ll go harder before he goes faster

Q = Quickie 

As much as he loves to treasure your intimate time together, there are times where he just needs it. Every once and awhile, he’ll be desperate for it and quickly have you against the wall before heading out to run some errands. Sometimes he’ll pull you in, make you cum, and head out the door without saying a single word. He usually feels the need to make up for it when he returns, but you’ve assured him many times that you love sex with him at any pace

R = Risk 

Since he’s still fairly inexperienced despite his skills, he’s not super adventurous himself. More often than not, you’re the one bringing new ideas to the relationship. He’s willing to try the new things you suggest. You’ve had a discussion about your limits, and you both understand what goes too far for each other

S = Stamina 

He can go multiple times in a row if he wants to, and for a long time. He lowkey loves it when you tire out before him, and you let him keep going while you lie there sleepily in his arms

T = Toy 

He doesn’t own any sex toys, but he likes to make sex toys out of everyday objects (as long as they’re safe and properly cleaned of course). He likes the idea of never being able to look at that object the same way again, especially if it’s something either of you use around the house frequently. He would get his hands on some actual toys if you wanted him to. If toys are involved, he prefers them to be used on you, not on him

U = Unfair 

He likes to randomly tease you during moments that are absolutely not sexual. Maybe you’re brushing out his hair, complaining about the knots in it. He’ll suddenly respond with “that’s not what you told me in the bedroom last night” leaving you to sit there in shock while he laughs. Or he’ll quote things you said to him during sex completely deadpan and watch as the blush rises to your cheeks

V = Volume 

He’s not extremely loud. When he is loud though, he growls. You’ll be able to feels his chest vibrating when you lean into him. Sometimes you can even feel the vibrations through his lips as he pleasures you with his mouth, which is an absolutely crazy and wonderful feeling.

During very domestic moments, he likes to talk a lot during sex. If he comes home from working all day, and he’s missing you greatly, he loves to tell you all about his day while his cock gently rocks inside of you

W = Wild Card 

This part is definitely just gonna be me fulfilling one of my personal kinks, but I love the idea of techno going through a heat since he’s part piglin. Maybe it only happens like once a year, but when it’s that time, his senses are kicked into high gear and he’s desperate for you. The two of you have a routine for it by now. You prepare the bedroom by gathering every blanket in the house, and prepping a week’s worth of food & water that can be eaten quickly during the moments when techno’s haze of arousal drops. Once he feels it start to set in, he locks the bedroom door and allows his senses to become completely enveloped by you

X = X-Ray 

I like to believe that a lot of the hybrid races are PACKING. It’s one of the many things he’s nervous about on your first time, but seeing the way your able to take him so well every time is such a turn on

Y = Yearning 

Both you and him can be too tired to have sex at times, but if he’s able to have you, he’ll take everything he can get. He loves to take care of you if you’ve had a long day, and he knows you’ll do the same for him

Z = ZZZ 

If it’s nighttime sex, he can pass out as soon as aftercare is over. But if it’s morning or midday, he can have sex and go about the rest of his day no problem. Since his orgasms are so long, he likes to make you cum more often than he does, and watching you cum invigorates him

#mcyt x reader #techno x reader #technoblade x reader #mcyt smut #techno smut #red:moon #c!techno

[goldentsum]

━ submissives and overstimulation

CHARACTERS: bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto, midoriya izuku, and kirishima eijirou

GENRE: smut

TAGS: overstimulation (male receiving), slight bdsm, oral, penetration, pegging, submissive males 

AUTHOR’S NOTE: my first bnha fic please-! i missed bnha so i rewatched a couple of eps of s4 and i got an idea-- a sinful one anyway-

━ bakugou ♡

surprisingly submissive. you both know he can throw you off him if he wants to but bakugou lives for the dominance that oozes out of you. 

a kinky piece of shit 

in the moment, he has absolutely no filter and is a fucking brat about it, hips jerking and moans loud as fuck that after you two finish, his voice is all scratchy and raw. 

but when you two are finished, he will get all embarrassed and angry if you comment about it like he wasn’t the one humping you like a dog. 

overstimulating katsuki is always so fun! 

bakugou growls whenever you two do something sexual but after a bit, it slowly turns into broken whimpers and you take pride on that.

his voice is just so fucking heavenly, his dick heavy in your mouth, and he taste absolutely delicious. 

one of the reasons you love giving him head is his cum. his cum just taste so amazing. there’s a hint of sweetness to it that gets you hooked and keeps you wanting more. 

so when it’s the 3rd time he came in your mouth, his voice is all raspy and raw and his body jerking nonstop but did you stop? nope. 

he’s too fun to tease to stop~ 

“f-fuck, (y/n)! don’t... s-stop--!” bakugou gasping through his 3rd orgasm for the night, body all sweaty and sensitive, as he felt you swirling your tongue around his dick’s sensitive head. 

you let of his cock for a moment, a lewd pop echoing in the room along with bakugou’s heavy pants. you smirked up at him, your hand encasing around his spent cock and rubbed him softly. it gained you a broken groan and a full on shudder, hips not knowing whether to lean away from your touch or thrust into your hand. 

“do you really want to stop, katsuki?” you asked, taking the reddening head of his dick into your mouth and licking around it gently but even that was too much for bakugou

“j-just-- let me breathe a second... geez, woman--” he groaned out and sighed in relief when he felt you stop though you didn’t remove him from your mouth. bakugou closed his eyes, breathing heavily and trying to calm his rapid heart. but then he felt a harsh suck making his eyes snap open in surprise and sensitivity and looked down at you with wide blown red eyes. 

“s-shit” his eyes rolled back to his head when you started taking more of him, your pace getting faster with each moment.

guess he just has to cum again, not that he’s really complaining. 

━ todoroki ♡

todoroki is a brat. thank you for coming to my tedtalk. but seriously though, he really is. he likes getting on your nerves and testing you and your patience as he tries out different things to get you to punish him. oomf--

he likes seeing you angry and getting punishments. his favorite is over-stimulation and orgasm denial, either is fine but over-stimulation has a special place in his heart~ 

he is a masochist. periodt. 

you don’t really like hurting him or call him degrading names cus you just wanna love him and kiss every inch of his body but shouto has different plans from you. 

and as time pass, you kinda got used to it but never really full on be dominant and sadistic on him.

so when you snapped one day, it lowkey scared him but damn, the punishment was amazing. 100000/10 todoroki will repeat again.

ngl though, shouto loves your aftercare more than any kinky shit you two tried. even if his masochistic side just wants you to leave him aching and covered with cum and sweat as he feels so worthless like a used sex doll, your aftercare was everything. 

it grew on you too, seeing him all bruised up and messy with cum and all sort of fluids raised a sick obsession in you. 

just imagining the big powerful pro-hero tied up in your bed and letting you do anything to him was making you horny. 

bratty masochist! todoroki is one hell of a ride. literally. 

ragged breaths escaped you as you stared down at the male beneath you. todoroki moaning at the pleasure, his hips trying to match yours but it was a little difficult with all the restrains you have on him. the burning ache on his wrists and arms being tied to the bedpost for who knows how long as the build up for his 4th orgasm made him dizzy. 

you bounced on his lap, feeling his large cock twitching inside you as it threatened to fill you up once again with his thick cum. over the haze of pleasure, you continued to watch your boyfriend get lost in the pleasure with his mouth open as a thin line of spit trailed down to his chin. 

growling when you felt him cum again as you ride him through his 4th orgasm, letting your hands fall down to his bruised chest and scratched him, leaving angry red lines on his marked up torso. 

todoroki groaned at the pain, hips frantically thrusting up to you and letting the overwhelming pleasure flood his entire body. broken moans and curses escaped the man when your thrust didn’t faltered even after his orgasm. 

“if you think we’re finish here then you’re absolutely wrong, you fucking whore. we’re only gonna stop if you make me cum, got that. you’re nothing more than a useless fuck toy.” you spat out, gripping his chin to make him look at you. todoroki’s half-lidded and fucked out eyes stared at you, letting out moans in between words. 

“yes-... u-use me more, m-mistress--” 

━ midoriya ♡

this boy is one whiny mofo-- goodluck 

midoriya may seem innocent but do not be fooled, he’s a sinful one. he may act all cute and stuff like that but when you two are alone, he will jump your bones like it’s no one’s business. 

he completely trusts you so you two try all sorts of kinks even if the other is unsure. it’s not gonna hurt to try. 

one kink he never knew he’ll have is pegging and you’re damn good at it. midoriya just can’t believe how well you just swirl your hips around making the dildo hit every spot in his walls that makes him see stars.

he’s really not afraid to be vocal and try all sort of things so sex is verryyy interesting. 

everytime you fuck midoriya into oblivion with a strap on, expect him to cum multiple times until he can’t anymore. he’s super sensitive too so yeah. 

midoriya cries when he’s sensitive but goddamn he looks so pretty like that. 

tears spilling down his freckled cheeks, his lips swollen, and his muscles contracting from the immense pleasure you keep giving him. 

he’s a greedy man though, even if he came multiple times he still gets soooo needy. loving the pain over-stimulation comes with. 

you love seeing the number one hero putty in your hands~ 

sounds of skin slapping and midoriya’s loud moans filled the room, your tiring hips started to get slower making the man beneath you whine at the decreasing pleasure. you clicked your tongue at that, stopping completely and leaned closer to midoriya, your chest pressed against his strong back while he heave heavy breaths. 

“s-sweets.. please m-move” he whined, grinding his ass to your strap-on and arched his back as he tried to get you to continue while he leaned against the pillow next to his head. his cock hanging between his thick thighs, cum spilling down his skin and to the blankets beneath him. he was still hard like he just didn’t cum 3 times already. 

you bit the broken skin on his neck as midoriya moaned at your sharp teeth sinking into his skin and arched his back even more, grasping the blankets. 

“good boys should take what they are given. no asking for more or less.” you said, hands moving to his chest as you thumb his nipples making him jerk his hips back and a hoarse moan escaping him. 

you started to move your hips again while one of your hands went to his thick cock, pumping him with the same pace as your thrusts, and midoriya’s eyes rolled back to his head, loud broken moans escaping him. 

you leaned away and pushed his head against the pillows, muffling his screams as you quicken your thrust. the strap-on hitting his prostate head on. 

“let’s see how many times you can cum before you pass out, izu~” 

━ kirishima ♡

red riot is a switch but leaning more into the dom side but this sweet boy loves getting praises and lives to please you. he will do everything in his power to make you satisfied and know that you are contented.

even when subbing, there’s still a hint of dominance to him. but! if you overstimulate him, his mind just melts and all thoughts and rationality flies out the window. 

his reactions are also so fucking yummy~ teeth gritting together, sharp inhales, eyebrows furrowed in concentration and pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of his head, and hands gripping the covers of your bed as his quirk threatening to activate and just tear through the cloth.

i said it once and i’ll say it again, kirishima lives for praises. 

so please praise him. 

he’s also soooo sensitive. because when he was a teenage, he barely touched himself with how hectic UA was but when he finally had time and you came along, his libido just skyrocketed! 

at first, he cums way to early but do not fret, kiri will never never leave you unsatisfied. 

his oral techniques are top tier. you can’t change my mind. 

kirishima also is pretty quiet with just loud grunts and groans but when he already came multiple times, he really goes feral. 

he keeps on chasing the pleasure even though it probably hurts with all the sensitivity he’s feeling. 

his moans are broken and it only gets louder at that point. 

“baby girl, ahh- fuck--! you feel so good-” kirishima groans out, mouth open and showing those sharp teeth of his that you oddly had some weird fixation with. you looked at his lips, it was red and tender, as his teeth peaked out. you rolled your hips when you heard his small whine as your hand went to his mouth. shoving two fingers in his mouth, playing with his tongue that eagerly met your fingers. 

feeling his cock twitch inside you, you smirked down at the fucked out expression the man was giving you. you pressed down to his throat making him gag but his thrust never faltered and only quicken at your action.

“you look so fucking amazing, eijirou~” 

at your praise, his hips jerked and a loud moan followed it, a bit muffled by your fingers. riding him, you moaned at the pleasure he gave you as kirishima’s thick cock nudged your g-spot. 

the red-haired male groaned loudly around your fingers when he felt you clench around him, your velvety walls tight and warm as you rip an unexpected orgasm from him. 

hips jerking wildly when he suddenly came, pleasure coursing through his veins. a pathetic whimper escaping him when you continued to ride him. the sensitivity brought tears to his eyes but he didn’t stop you, body jerking when pain and pleasure hit him. 

“i wanna see you cum again, ei~” 

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