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yuanology · 7 months

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it struck you suddenly, swiftly, with startling clarity one night that you had never expected gojo satoru to stay, only ever hoped that he would not leave so soon.

in every scenario you crafted in your head, it always ended with gojo satoru's back turned to you— walking away at a steady pace, never once sparing you a second glance backwards. why would he? he was gojo satoru, the strongest, god amongst men.

there was no good reason for him to stay, no good reason for him to crave more. he was with you because you were a thrill, but what would happen when the evenings grew stale and you stopped being enough? what would happen on the day you have outgrown your purpose, becoming merely another faceless passerby in satoru's life? it was certainly well into the realm of possibility. satoru met brilliant people every day. it was a wonder why he had stayed with you for so long.

so, gojo satoru would leave, and you would watch him go.

but he had not left yet, and you had not needed yet to watch him go, so you dragged him by the arm and shove him onto the mattress and you did not let him go. because as long as he was here, as long as he was choosing you for whatever godforsaken reason, then you would attend to his every need— you would pick him apart, and you would fuck him, and you would love him in the ugly way that you both only ever knew how to love.

teeth clashed against teeth, nicking at tongue and lips and drawing blood. there was nothing kind about the way you were grappling for his shirt, tugging it over his head. you did not pull away, because you did not want to see the fresh scars that had appeared on your skin— the product of his saviour complex cutting it at the nick of time, just as the blows were about to meet you instead.

"you idiot," you snarled against his mouth, because you hate him and you hate him and you hate him. How could a man designed for such greatness be so much of an idiot at the same time? "i had it handled."

satoru scoffed, a sound that bled out into a gasp when your teeth sunk into his jugular. "you would've died," he snapped back, his voice breathless. his hips bucked up. "you didn't even realise it was— fuck. you didn't even realise it was there until I got it," he said. "which, you're welcome, by the way— hah, not there."

satoru broke off into a moan, head tossing back against the pillows, baring more of his throat. you were merciless, biting and dragging your mouth all over the pale skin. his arms came to wrap around you, clawing at your back until you felt your shirt strain underneath his nails. you hissed at the sensation; he dug his nails harder. bastard.

"off," satoru said, digging his fingers into the space between your shoulder blades. a moan escaped you before you could stop it. "now. i wanna see you."

"you don't get to tell me to do shit," you bit out, but you still pulled back to tug your shirt over your head. you were on him once again in an instant, canines unsheathing to bite at the corners of his mouth, leaving fresh bruises all over his mouth. satoru merely parted his lips, a loud groan escaping his lips. pain slut.

satoru tried to reach for you, but you could read his body language like the morning newspaper. before he could blink, you had him flat on his back once again on the mattress, wrists pinned on top of his head underneath your right hand. with the way you were practically straddling his chest, he had no room to move— satoru tried to buck you off, but you didn't give.

after a short struggle, satoru finally slumped, pouting at you. "come on," he whined. "just fuck me already!"

"you shouldn't have done that," you said instead, insistent and futile.

satoru looked up at you, disgruntled. "you're still on about that?" he asked incredulously. "i'm naked underneath you, all hot and bothered, and you're still thinking about that?"

"you could have died," you repeated

"but I'm not dead," replied satoru dumbly.

and fuck. well, wasn't that the fucking point that satoru wasn't getting. he wasn't dead, yes, but he could have died doing something so reckless whilst being in a position where he wasn't supposed to do anything— he wasn't supposed to get hurt, death was not supposed to linger so close to him.

before you could reprimand him, however, satoru was blinking up at you with those damnable blue eyes, doing that thing he did where he angled his head so that his eyes would look bigger; shinier with the promise of unshed tears, just as you liked it.

fuck you, you thought, even as your free hand was already migrating to rest over his collarbones, a simple threat, a quiet promise.

"come on," satoru urged you again, rolling his hips against air. "we're both fine. if anything, you should reward me for saving you. isn't that how these things work?"

you snarled at him. "i ought to fuck you until you can't walk," you bit out. "until you can't do stupid shit like that again."

satoru let out a moan, elongated and exaggerated, and you wanted to punch him in the face. "isn't that exactly what i just said?" he simpered, blue eyes blinking at you. "c'mon. fuck me already!"

fuck you.

but you had never been good at denying gojo satoru anything, even when he was being a demanding brat, so you found yourself buried balls-deep in satoru anyway— his ass high in the air and his sounds being muffled by the sheets underneath him. your hand found a grip in his hip, the other having found purchase where it's buried into the tangled locks of his hair.

your hips rammed at inhumane speed, aiming repeatedly for satoru's prostate. you didn't have the patience to toy around with him this time around. satoru wailed beneath you, and you only fucked him harder, faster, rougher, because that's what he wanted and you didn't have the self-control to drag this out any longer.

because you had always known this would not last, that gojo satoru would never stay, but there were moments like these when you would remember that there was a slim chance—a slim, you pray, you always pray, even if you don't believe in god and something greater anymore, you still always pray—that gojo satoru would not even have a chance to leave before he was taken away from you.

and he very nearly was, even if he refused to admit it.

satoru's back arched, and you knew he was close. there were tears in his eyes, dotting at warm summer skies, and you wanted to rip him to shreds because how dare he come into your life, turning everything you have ever known by its head, and then forcing himself into a state where he was destined to perpetually inevitably leave, one way or another.

"please," satoru gasped out. "w'nna cum."

"do you think you deserve it?" you asked sharply, right by his ear, even though you already know you would give it to him because he was all the more pliant after the first orgasm.

"yeah," he slurred out. his eyes were halfway rolled back into his skull, his words caught between punched out moans. "almost died for you. fuck— think i can cum now."

you scowled at him, but you bit at his shoulder all the same. satoru let out a loud whimper, hips bucking, forcing your cock deeper into him. he wasn't wrong, and that was the damn worst part. satoru did almost die for you. in a way, that was deserving of reward.

"i hate you," you told him anyway, because he knew not to take it personally when you were angry because it likely meant that you cared more than you should.

he let out a weak sound, half a whimper and half a laugh. "lemme cum," he begged. "please. 've been good."

and he had been— because he had done everything wrong, but he had also done everything right, and he was right here, he was still right here, and you could do to him whatever you wanted, and satoru had not left yet, and he had not been taken away from you.

this had to be worth something.

"fine," you bit out, and satoru let out a delighted whine.

because satoru would leave one day, and you would never have him eternally, but tonight, he came home to you, with you, and you could have him for another night, for another day. you had him. you still had him— to destroy, to control, to command, to adore.

so, when you said, "come for me, satoru." it was your name on his lips, a prayer, when he obeyed.

#i don't fucking know what this is either pls don't equate this fic as my standard in writing #words needed to get out rhghr #gojo satoru x reader #sub jjk #sub gojo satoru #dom reader #gn reader #top reader #male reader #( thirsts. )

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rosedom · 2 months

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Since you always serve us, let me serve you an imagination ( ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)

Imagine aether or scara being so bratty and pouty all day, just genuinely being a cute meanie saying how they don't want to talk to you because they're so stressed out so you start kissing them everywhere and showering them with love, giving them the softest vanilla sex they've ever had. And the best part was you weren't even rough, you treated them like the king's they fucking are but they look so fucked dumb and cock drunk like they'd just beg you not to pull out because they just want more of your love cuz who wouldn't want a someone like you 😭🫰

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"in an open match, 【 🪷 】 has invited AETHER to play . . . stressed by day, blissed by night

✦ㅤㅤ 【 CW 】 dom!top!amab!reader, sub!bottom!ftm!aether, snarky aether (at first), couch sex, vaginal fingering & sex, gentle & full of praise, creampie, cockwarming .

A/N : i chose aether ,, i am a simple man . . .

"do you want to watch, [PLAYER]? press KEEP READING to spectate the match."

Today's been a busy day for Aether.

Commission after commission, all with no fruits to show for his reaping. And all day, he'd whined at you and shooed you away, pouting at you whenever you tried to so much as lay a soft kiss against his lips.

Really, he's been nothing short of a brat.

"I don't wanna talk to you right now."

You whine, draping yourself across your boyfriend's shoulders and nuzzling into his neck, shy of his blushing ear. The pointed tip of it jabs into your temple, but you pay it no mind as you busy yourself with the expanse of his honeyed skin. "But baby—"

Aether tilts, turns his head away from you, but it only serves to expose more skin to your light touch. He groans and reaches for your head, batting at your hair until you whine again. "'m stressed," he says, as if that's a good 'nuff answer for you.

"And I'm your—" Aether moves his hand to clamp over your mouth instead, keeping you from saying anything else.

When you lick at his palm, he grumbles at you, a disgruntled n' whiny "stopp." The sound is rather pitiful, really, but you grin nonetheless; it makes you wanna see what other lil' sounds you can draw out of his pretty throat.

"But baby," you drawl, repeat it, dragging your tongue across the freckles on his neck and pausing to suckle at the bob of his Adam's apple. "I missed you." You try to frown, right into the hollow of his throat, make him feel your hankering.

At his responding whimper—a sound you feel wash over your ear, a vibration that reverberates through your lips and down to your toes—, you can't help but go back to grinning, instead.

Hook, line, and sinker, all without even getting his knickers down to his knees !

So, "Baby," you say.

He tries to hum, at that; but his soft, sounding sound is more akin to another breathless whimper, one masquerading as a meak "hm."

"You're tired."

"No shit." Well. He's got his voice back enough to snide, to yip and yap at your gentle teases; but, really, he's loosening in your arms and under your wandering lips. His attitude is a only a weak façade, the physical accumulation of the day's—the week's, the month's, the year's, the fucking life's—stresses.

With a last, suckling kiss to a prominent freckle—more of a beauty mark, to be honest, pigmented and stark amidst otherwise subtle freckles, lots of sunspots—atop his clavicle, one you found by tugging his scarf down, you lean back on up and bump your nose against his.

Gently, you shush him; then you press your lips against his, soft and slow and sweet, letting him melt into you. He whimpers, again, even without the introduction of tongue.

Aether is, simply put, fuckin' exhausted.

You tell him so. "You're exhausted," you say, enunciate, nipping at his bottom lip as you leave it kiss-bitten and red. This time, he doesn't snark, and you know then and there that he's submitted. "Let me take care of you tonight, honey. Please?"

He nods, and, "Okay. Okay. Please." Your name is gasped out, too, smothered in the messy kiss you give him at the first go-ahead.

"My sweet Aether," you murmur.

"Y-yeah?"

Getting his garments off is easy: scarf, done; crop top, off and tossed away; knickers and boxers, gone in one fell-swoop. He's bare in front of you quickly, the expanse of scarred, freckled and sun-spotted skin absolutely appetizing, to you.

And, in gentle reply, smoothed right to the erratic flutter of his pulse: "Let me make you feel good."

After that, moving him to the sofa is an mindless thing; you push him to sit down, get comfy, for the mere seconds it takes you to strip yourself. Clothes gone—out of sight, out of mind—you tumble on top of him, and he giggles—tired, huffing lil' things, but still giggles, nonetheless—, and you smother him in kisses, in sweet praises.

His giggles turn to gasps, his gasps into quiet moans. You're working another deep mark into his neck when he starts grinding into you, and you decide it's time to move on. "Up, up," you mutter, taking hold of his pretty hips, the fat of them filling your palms, and spin the two of you around.

Aether yelps your name, clinging onto your shoulders as his world is upended. "What—" he starts, whines, but you settle him properly onto your lap and bump your groin against his. The whisper of your cock against his makes him shiver.

Around you, his arms shake; his abs ripple when you tease your fingertips down his torso, the hair of his happy trail; and his hips try to jump away at the feeling of your fingers across his cunt. You hold him down easily enough with one arm—a feat made easy thanks to his exhaustion, sure, but mainly the utter trust he placed in you—, and ask him, softly, "What'd I say, honey?"

"H-huh?" Whimperin' like a pup, he shakes his head, crying out when your fingers gentle him open, one, two, three. The process is long, sure; but it's an art, to you—an act of love as each finger slips inside, the stretch of each one you soothe with kisses and sweet words.

You curl the three of them upwards, soaked down to your wrist, bumping your palm against his jutting cock. "What'd I say, earlier? Told you I was gonna do two things to you tonight."

Aether whines, clenching around your knuckle-deep fingers. "Y—you, ah—" You slide them out slowly, and he catches his breath, hot puffs of air against your own marked-up throat. "You said you'd take care of me."

"And?" you implore, not unkindly. He mewls, shivers, lets you lift him up enough to nudge the swollen, pre-cum slick head of your cock against his hole. "And what, darlin'?"

He moans, high and ready, scrambling for hold on your biceps when you slowly drop him, giving him inch by inch of your cock. "A-and—" he tries, at first, before he crumbles and falls forward into your neck once more at the pressure of your cock against his g-spot.

"Breathe, honey, breathe. You're doing so well, lettin' me take care of you, lettin' me—"

"Make me feel good! You—" he squirms on your cock, crying out desperately into your neck. He squeezes your upper arms like his cunt squeezes your dick: deliciously. "You said you'd—you'd make me feel good."

Lifting him up is easy; dropping him is even easier. He mewls and moans, whimpers and whines, and he gives you total control of his tired body. "That's right, Aeth," you coo, nipping at his ear and groaning at the slick slide of him on you, you in him. "I said I'd take care of you, and I'd make you feel good. You're perfect, lettin' me do these things to you, lettin' me make you feel nice, just as nice as you deserve."

You know it's a little cruel, forcing him up and down on your cock when he's already this tired; but the strain in his thighs is sweet, the gentle motions of your cock even more-so. He's boneless with pleasure, melting into your body while you maneuver him in the way that makes you both feel oh-so good.

Your orgasm, then, takes you by surprise. It's a slow n' steady build, one that washes over you in gentle waves and has you tugging Aether down onto you—a motion that makes him cry out n' harshly clench around your cock and leaves his cunt, wet n' sloppy, spasming, milking you for your cum. But it's rapturous nonetheless, and you reach down to thumb at his own cock and bring him over the edge, too.

"Good boy," you murmur, the two of you reveling in the remnants of your orgasms: you, in the wet-warmth of his cunt; and him, with the heat of your cum settling warm and deep in him.

However, when you try to move, try to pull out your softened cock, he cries, squeezes tight on you and keeps you snug in him. "Don't pull out," he whispers, and who are you to deny him?

"Alright, honey." He settles back into your lap enough for you to pull a throw over you both, tucking him up in warmth from all sides—inner and outer. You can feel his contented sigh in your own chest, his arms falling limp around your middle as he deeply breathes, dozes off.

Holding him close, feeling the rise and fall of his body against yours, you wonder whether you may have made him feel a bit too good—if such thing even exists. (You don't think it does.)

Today's been a busy day, after all; tonight an even busier night.

writing with my dick out ngl . . . i kind of took the request in another direction (⁠>⁠0⁠<⁠；⁠) maybe not as cock-drunk as straight up cock-passed-the-hell-out.

1 MAR. 2024, @rosedom, rosey .

#ㅤ✦【 ASKS 】#【 🪷 】#took me so much not to say “full of cm” too in the CW . . .#sub aether #aether x reader #aether smut #i love him so so much <3 #sub genshin #genshin x reader #genshin smut #ftm smut #top reader #dom reader #amab reader

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shuhwaa · 4 months

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Ryujin | Mirror sex [M]

Kinkmas 2023 - Day 24 Itzy Ryujin x fem!reader words: ~800 genre: soft smut (soft dom!Ryujin, fingering, praise (reader receiving), she makes reader watch herself in the mirror as she gets her off) warnings: (mentions of Ryujin brushing reader's hair out of her face)

Author's note: aaaand with that my kinkmas event is complete!! I hope everyone enjoyed it~

She makes you sit down at the edge of the bed, positioning herself right behind you, and as you're in the middle of asking what she's planning, she puts one hand on your shoulder, using the other to point at the mirror in front of you.

"Watch," she mutters, placing a gentle kiss into your neck. "I'll show you how beautiful you are." With a bit of suspicion you do as told, directing your gaze at your reflection. You've never been one to consider yourself beautiful, or even anything close to it, but you've also never had it in you to say no to your girlfriend. And so you decide to wait and see, and when she kisses her way up to your cheek your eyelids flutter shut for just a few seconds.

"Can I touch you?" Ryujin asks, her voice quiet, and you nod, feeling the expectation grow. She lets her fingertips dance up the inside of your thigh, until she reaches your pajama shorts and you lift yourself off the bed for a moment to help her take them off you along with your underpants.

"You sure are impatient today," you chuckle at her as she's already moving onto your top, and with an amused smile on her face she replies,

"What are you saying? It's just more practical to take it all off at once."

"Way to ruin the mood," you comment, and she leans in to sink her teeth into your neck softly, kissing it better right away.

"I just wanna see you, that's all," your girlfriend mumbles an answer, before she takes your shirt off as well. With you now sitting in front of her completely naked, she makes you look at the mirror again as she lets her fingertips dance along the skin on your sides.

"And?" she asks, keeping her eyes on you. "Can you see it already?"

"See what?"

"How pretty you are." She presses her lips against your neck without waiting for an answer, and you shake your head.

"Not really..." Her brushing a few strands of hair out of your face, she then kisses your cheek and says,

"Then let me show you." Light touches wandering down your body, her hand reaches your core eventually, and with her other arm wrapped around your torso to hold you close, she begins teasing you. "Spread your legs for me, baby," she mutters and you comply, heat rushing through your veins as you sprawl out for her. You let out a whine at the way she's rubbing your folds at a slow pace, and soon you find yourself wanting more.

"You want me to go faster?" she repeats your request, a smirk playing on her lips now. "Then look at yourself. Promise that you'll keep your eyes on yourself and I'll make you feel real good."

"Okay..." you say, and you muster your reflection. Looking yourself up and down, your eyes eventually land on your girlfriend's fingers dipping into you, and you involuntarily clench around them, finding that the image turns you on even more.

"Like what you see?" she guesses, having felt your reaction, and you slowly nod. "Good. Keep watching, beautiful." And you do, seeing all of your body's reactions to her touches from a completely new perspective as your head begins to spin while she gradually picks up the pace. Thumb now pressing against your clit as she pumps her fingers in and out of you at just the right speed, you can feel yourself drawing closer to the edge, and with it, you're also starting to see your own image in the mirror in a new light. Whether it's the approaching orgasm clouding your mind or not you don't know in that particular moment, but what you do know is that watching yourself being fucked by your girlfriend like this makes you feel things you've certainly never felt before.

"B-babe..." you call out to her, voice shaking unexpectedly. "I'm gonna-" Your high hits you just as you're about to tell her that, and you throw your head back as you clench around her fingers still working on you. Only when she can feel you coming down from your high does she pull out, scattering more kisses in the crook of your neck as she waits for you to catch your breath.

"And? How was that?" she asks eventually. "Did you see how beautiful you can be?" You nod at her question, and you answer,

"Can we... do that again some time?"

"Of course," she chuckles, and then she reaches for your chin to turn your head so she could give you a proper kiss.

#itzy smut #itzy x reader #ryujin smut #ryujin x reader #ryujin x fem reader #itzy x fem reader #itzy scenarios #itzy imagines #itzy drabbles #smut #girl group x reader #girl group smut #gg x fem reader #gg x reader #gg smut

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jakes3resin · 18 days

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More Modern Reincarnation AU thoughts

"So what brought you to town?" Buck asks.

"Ah," Bucky stares down at his coffee. The ice has already started melting in the late summer heat. He fiddles with it, swirling it around. "It's a bit complicated."

"How so?" Buck leans in.

"A bit too complicated for a first meeting," Bucky says with a sad smile. "I don't wanna scare you off when I just met you now do I Buck?"

"Well, I don't scare so easy." Buck reaches out placing a hand on Bucky's own. "But I won't force you."

"Thanks," Bucky squeezes Buck's. "But, that doesn't mean we can't talk about you."

"Ha," Buck breathes out a laugh. He still hasn't pulled his hand away. "I see how it is. Dodge the question, so you can repeat it. You turned the tables on me real quick."

"Just curious," Bucky laughed. Buck stared at him wide-eyed. "Don't get a lot of boys telling me I look like an old friend from Wisconsin, and I'm curious about the one who did."

"Well," Buck draws out the word. He still hasn't taken his eyes off of Bucky, and it's hard work fighting a blush with those blue eyes taking in his every feature. "I'm a student at Georgetown. Trying for my PhD."

"Wow," Bucky pushes his glasses up. "In what?"

"Interplanetary physics." Buck says it with a smile. "Bit nerdy, right?"

"Not at all!" Bucky leans in affronted that someone would dare say that. "Who told you that? They're just jealous."

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"I don't know why I'm telling you all this," Bucky laughs. Shakes his head and starts to pace because he really can't explain it, and it drives him up the wall. "There's just something different about you? I think."

Bucky pauses, shakes his head again as if that'll clear his head. Buck hasn't stopped staring at him.

"You're something else, Buck." Bucky stops pacing to just stare right back at Buck. He doesn't do that very often, stare back at Buck. When he does, a weight presses down, down, down on his chest until he can scarcely breathe. Buck never looks away, but Bucky always has to.

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"Why do you go by the name Egan?" Buck asks him one day while they're slaving over textbooks and assignments in another coffee shop. Bucky found this one online a week ago. The lemon tarts are divine, but the coffee is so so. Though that may be because he chose a lavender oat milk latte instead of his usual caramel macchiato. Sue him, the sign next to the tarts had said they paired well together. Bucky shrugs, not lifting his eyes from his reading. Buck has to tap him on the nose to get a better answer.

"Easier, I guess." Bucky pushes up his glasses with one finger. Buck still stares at him as if every motion or movement is brand new, like he's one of the stars Buck adores so much. Bucky still can't stare back for too long. "No one expects someone with my family name to change it, so I can fly under the radar. Live my life without the burden of all those eyes."

I have SO MANY thoughts about this AU! Someone please take them out of my head, I need to focus on England Arc for my a/b/o fic series!

#mota #masters of the air #buck x bucky #john bucky egan #clegan #gale buck cleven #mota au #mota fic #mota reincaration au #bucky egan #buck cleven #bucky is a big bundle of secrets and trauma in this au and buck would listen to every secret with stars in his eyes still #also bucky is a history major because i think he' be cute with his classes carrying around old books and writing obscure essays #plus he'd be like the weird darling of the department because he is so obssessed with ww2 but not in the gross way most men are #i was a history major so i dealt with so many gross ww2 buffs meanwhile bucky would be the idealized history boy with his glasses and curls #i just think we as a fandom need to write more pining buck #buck who is head over heels for his sunshine boi bucky

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moremaybank · 9 months

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Heyyyyy Lovely 🩷💕💖! I was wondering if we could get a JJ x routledge!reader when John B finds out readers pregnant, I LOVE YOUR WRITING KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK!!!!!!!! 💝

warnings mentions of pregnancy, mentions of sexual relations, slight language

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You and JJ are on your way to the chateau. The atmosphere consists of a mix of nervousness and anticipation as the weight of your news hangs in the air. You're staring out at the sights from your window, your mind wandering and tuning out the noise of the radio. Your teeth are sunken into your bottom lip, and if you bite down any harder, you're sure to draw blood.

JJ knows you're stressed. It's written all over your face, not that he needs to look at you to know what's going on inside of that mind he loves so much. He steadies his left hand on the steering wheel, and reaches over the middle console to intertwine your fingers. His touch and voice pull you out of your anxious daze.

"It's gonna be okay, baby," he says. You turn to face him, and he looks over at you for as long as he can with a comforting look in hopes of calming your nerves. "Everything's gonna work out."

You sigh. "I'm just worried. He flipped when he found out we were dating, and now, there's a baby on the way? I just don't see this going all that smoothly."

"He flipped because he found me balls deep inside you. I don't think he would've taken that news so badly if he hadn't." You both laugh at his joke, and he gives your hand a squeeze. "He loves us. He'll be okay."

You smile at your boyfriend. He always knows exactly how to cheer you up, even when you can't see a way of doing so.

"I love you, y'know that? You keep me sane."

"I love you, and our lil' nugget," he grins, showing off his dimple. "'N John B will too. I promise."

When you two pull up to the chateau, you get out of the car and walk hand in hand to the door, and your heart races. Before knocking, JJ pulls you into him. His arms circle your body and he kisses your hairline. He murmurs a we got this, pretty girl against your skin. You don't know if he's talking about what your about to conquer, or the pregnancy, or both. Still, it doesn't matter, because having him by your side is everything.

The door swings open, and John B comes into view. "What's up you two?"

JJ quirks a brow. "How'd you know we were here?"

"Well, between your car horn going off when you locked it, and your loud, clunky-ass boots, you weren't exactly subtle with your arrival."

You all share a laugh and enter the chateau, heading to the living room.

"So, what's going on? Why'd you request a meeting with me?"

You roll your eyes, huffing a laugh. "You're so lame. And to answer your question, we actually have some news for you."

"Hmm," John B hums, pretending to be deep in thought. "JJ's finally gonna start paying me rent?"

"In your dreams, man," JJ replies. "'N I'm actually gonna be moving into Y/N's place."

John B's eyes flash with excitement. "Great! That means I don't have to listen to you two going at it like you've been in prison for ten years without getting any."

"Ew, no," you say. You exchange a glance with JJ, who gives you an encouraging nod. You hesitate for a moment, before finally deciding to tell him. "John B, JJ's moving in with me 'cause we're...pregnant."

You wait for the explosion, but it never comes. Instead, your statement is followed with silence and a dropped jaw. The longer it goes on, the more JJ loses his cool, and he eventually flips. He stands up abruptly, running his hand through his hair.

"Okay, look, dude. I know you probably wanna punch me out right now, or kick me in the nuts, but I swear, I-"

"Pregnant," John B repeats, eyes trained on you.

You gulp, nodding in confirmation. "Yup. Preggers."

John B's lips spread into a wide grin, and he yanks JJ back down so he can wrap you both in a group hug. The excitement is practically coming out of his ears as he squeezes you both tightly.

"Wait a sec. You're happy about this?" You ask, clearly in shock. "I thought you were gonna kill JJ."

"Are you kidding me?" John B kisses your cheek, then JJ's (who can't contain his laugh), and then your other one. "This is amazing! I'm gonna be an uncle! Oh my god, I gotta go buy a car seat for the Twinkie. And floaties for when Baby Maybank is on the Pogue, and-"

"Woah. You've got time, JB. I'm barely twelve weeks," you laugh. "But I am thrilled about your enthusiasm."

"Yeah, man. I thought you were going to kick my ass," JJ adds. "Definitely wasn't expecting all this."

John B's smile is infectious, and you instantly feel relief wash over you at the sight of his contagious enthusiasm. It warms your heart, seeing how happy he is about the news. You feel like you can breathe again, like you can truly be excited yourself about it all.

"I love you guys, and I know you're gonna make great parents. But you," he says, his eyes moving solely onto you. "You're still my baby sister. I'm gonna be with you every step of the way."

You smile up at him, cuddling into him more. "I love you too, uncle JB."

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kwanisms · 1 year

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Kinkuary 16 Chan — face fucking // deepthroating

➥ dom!Chan × service sub!Reader

summary: Chan can't believe his ears when his girlfriend comes to him, asking him to live out not only one but two of his fantasies. Of course he's gonna jump at the chance.

wc: 2.1k

warnings: afab reader, adult dialogue, sexual content (minors dni!): dom!Chan, sub!Reader (she just wants to do a good job), oral (m receiving, f receiving), throat training, face fucking, deepthroating, cum swallowing, fingering, edging, use of pet names (a mix of baby, honey, angel, and slut lol), slight sir kink if you squint, Chan is a little hard but he takes care of the reader afterwards.

a/n: apologies for this being so late. I have no excuse except I'm exhausted and wanna die lol anyway hi, I'm back on my dom Lee Chan agenda. He is a dom and you will not change my mind lol this is a hill i will die on. Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy this installment of Kinkuary and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. banner made by me. I do not allow reposts or translations of my works. All my works are ©️ kwanisms.

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"We don't have to do this if you don't want to."

You glanced up at Chan sitting before you, his hand moving to take your chin gently. "If you're nervous or scared," he added. "We don't have to do this." His genuine smile just made you more determined.

When you had approached him earlier with your demand, Chan nearly choked on his drink. He'd been standing in the kitchen of your apartment, drinking some water after a long workout with Soonyoung and Jihoon.

He'd just taken a shower and wanted to find something to eat when you approached him, wrapping your arms around his waist while he looked through your fridge. "We could always order out," he murmured, eyes scanning the interior of your refrigerator but finding nothing caught his eye. You'd watched as he pulled from your grasp and pulled out his phone to scroll through nearby takeout places.

You'd gotten a serious look on your face before calling his name. He turned to give you his attention. "What's up?" he asked, lifting the bottle of water as you spoke.

"I want you to fuck my face."

He'd let out a choked sound, coughing as he set the bottle of water on the counter. You waited for his shock to subside. "You what?" he gasped. You blinked slowly before taking a deep breath.

"I want you to fuck my face," you repeated calmly.

Chan walked over to you, pressing a hand to your forehead and checking for a temperature. You assured him you were fine. "Where is this coming from?" he asked, taking your hands in his.

"You always talk about it when I go down on you and I finally put some thought into it and I want to try," you explained. Chan took your face in his hands, eyes looking into yours.

"You know you don't have to do this to please me," he murmured. "Sure, I've thought about doing it several times, but… I don't want to hurt you," he said softly, drawing his bottom lip between his teeth. "If I hurt you, I'd never forgive myself," he added.

You pulled his hands from your cheeks and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. "Please, Channie?" you said sweetly. The sweet tone in your voice paired with the innocent look in your eyes did things to him. The fire that had started in the pit of his stomach the moment you first spoke was fanned by the way you called him Channie.

He let his actions speak for him, hand cradling the back of your neck as he took your lips in a heated kiss, tongue slipping past your parted lips and groaning as your hands found purchase on his waist, pulling him closer, pressing your body on his.

The kiss progressed, hands moving quickly as you tugged at each other's clothes, stumbling through your apartment to the bedroom where you finally took a little control from your boyfriend and pushed him down onto the bed before kneeling in front of him.

Chan removed your top, revealing you weren't wearing shorts under the oversized tee-shirt and that you had donned a black set of lace underwear with straps. "You were prepared, weren't you?" he asked, fingers slipping under the strap of your bra and snapping the band against your skin. You nodded slowly.

"Yes, sir."

"No," you said back in the moment with your boyfriend. You met his gaze once more, shaking your head as much as you could in his grip. "I want to do this. It's not just for you. It's for me, too."

Chan's thumb brushed over your lips, smearing your lip gloss slightly. "If you insist," he said with a slight smirk. "If you wanna tap out for any reason," he continued. "Just tap my thigh three times. Since you won't be able to speak. Two taps for yellow, three for red."

"What about green?" you asked, looking up at him again, leaning into his touch as his hand moved to stroke your hair. "One tap for green then?" he asked with a shrug. You nodded. "That sounds good," you replied as his hand continued to smooth over your hair.

"I guess, get to it," he said sitting back, resting his hands on the mattress to hold his weight, nodding down to his prominent erection in his sweats.

You'd never been one to beat around the bush, you were always direct in pleasuring him but you wanted to take it slow. Even if you weren't inexperienced in giving head, letting him use your mouth as his own personal fleshlight was different.

He'd never been overly forceful, prioritizing your comfort over his orgasm. He always made sure you were okay and that he hadn't hurt you. Your safety and comfort meant everything to him.

As your fingers fumbled with the ties of his pants, an idea formed in his mind. He was getting the chance to live out one of his fantasies, what was one more?

Chan grabbed your wrist as your fingers slipped under his waistband, halting your movements. You looked up at him with wide eyes. "One more thing," he said, locking eyes with you, waiting for you to respond which you did with a nod.

"Can I request that you let me use that pretty throat of yours, too?" he asked, his hand moving to caress your neck. Your eyes widened. "You want to fuck my throat, too?" you asked softly. He nodded.

"I promise I'll be gentle," he said, his fingers sweeping over your pulse point. "It's something else I've thought about. My cock down your throat as I cum. You can say no, angel," he added, noticing how quiet you'd become. You looked back up at him and nodded.

"Okay."

Before he could respond, you tugged his pants and underwear down, forcing him to lift his hips so you could drag his clothes down his thighs. Sitting up higher, you took his now free length in your hand, dropping some of your spit on the tip and starting to stroke him slowly.

He let out an exhale as his head fell back. “Don’t hold back your moans,” you said softly as you leaned forward. “I want to hear how good I make you feel.”

Chan let out a low moan as you took the head of his cock into your mouth, tongue swirling around the tip. You’d given him oral plenty of times to know exactly what he liked and what he didn’t like. Luckily for you, as long as you used your mouth, Chan liked whatever you did to him.

“A little more, honey,” he urged, moving one of his hands to the back of your head and pushing down slightly.

You took more of him in your mouth, moving your hand to rest on his thigh as he continued to guide your head, bobbing up and down, pushing just a bit further each time and forcing more of his cock in your mouth.

You felt the tip hit the back of your throat and gagged instinctively. Chan allowed you to pull back, asking if you were okay before guiding your head again when you answered in the affirmative.

Each time his cock hit the back of your throat, he’d hold your head in place a little longer. “Sorry,” you gasped, wiping saliva and precum off your chin. You’d gone as long as you could but had to tap out for a moment to breathe.

Chan smiled, brushing your hair back. “Don’t apologize,” he said softly. “You’re doing amazing.”

His praise filled your chest and you were ready to go again.

“There you go,” he groaned as your head sank down, taking his cock back into your mouth. He continued to offer praise as your head bobbed, taking more and more of him into your mouth, enjoying the gentle groans and moans as you used what you knew he liked against him.

You felt his fingers tighten in your hair and he experimentally thrusted into your mouth, causing you to gag. Chan quickly pulled you off him, offering an apology but you shook your head. “Keep going,” you said, your voice slightly hoarse.

You guided the head of his cock past your lips once more and gave him control.

Chan hesitantly took hold of your hair and gave another thrust that this time you thankfully didn’t gag on. He gave another, setting a slow pace as he tried to gauge how much you could take.

When you didn’t motion for him to stop, he kept going, this time, using his hands to move your head. You relaxed your jaw and closed your eyes, trying not to pay attention to the arousal that pooled in your panties as your boyfriend forced more of his cock into your mouth and partially into your throat.

“Shit,” he hissed, holding your head in place, cock lodged in your throat where you could feel it twitch slightly. “Hold it for a second longer,” he groaned as your throat constricted around him before finally pulling you back to take a breath.

The room filled with the sound of the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat as he used your mouth to pleasure himself. You could feel your panties starting to stick to your skin and wouldn’t be surprised if your arousal started to spill onto the floor.

Chan let out a groan, his thighs under your hands tensing as his orgasm approached. “Oh shit. I’m gonna—,” he gasped, pushing your head down as he came, his release spilling down your throat.

Once he finished, he pulled you off him, murmuring apologies and praise as he pulled you up onto his lap. “You did so fucking well,” he mumbled, peppering kisses all over your face. “Here,” he added, pulling his shirt up to wipe your chin.

His hand cupped your cheek as he examined your face. “Lemme see,” he said, urging you to open your mouth. You obliged him and he groaned. “You swallowed all of it?” He asked, sounding surprised.

You nodded meekly, squeaking when he easily tossed you off his lap and onto the bed, stuffing himself back into his pants before settling between your thighs.

“What are you-?” You asked as he took hold of your shorts and panties, pulling them down quickly and tossing them aside. “I’m returning the favor,” he said as he drew level with your soaked center.

“And by the looks of it, you need some release.”

You opened your mouth to protest but only let out a moan as he slipped two fingers into your warm walls, guiding them slowly as he watched your expression morph from shock to pleasure.

“Shhh, honey,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. “Let me take care of you like you did for me.”

You whined as he started a steady pace, his fingers moving in and out of you. Your thighs threatened to close on him the second you felt his tongue on your clit. But he managed to keep them apart by pushing one thigh up, giving him more access.

“C-chan!” You whimpered as his tongue flicked against your clit, propelling you closer to the edge. He pulled back, continuing the torturously slow pace with his fingers inside you and a devilish grin on his face.

“I never said I wasn’t going to tease you first.”

You body shook, beyond frustrated at the lack of orgasm as Chan kept building you up only to stop and let your climax slip away.

“Please let me cum, Chan!” You cried out when he stopped all movement for what felt like the sixth or seventh time. He chuckled softly, curling his fingers inside you slowly, prompting your orgasm to slowly build up again.

“Such a good little slut, using her manners,” he cooed, his fingers suddenly pistoning in and out of your cunt quickly. The sudden increase caused you to cry out, grabbing his wrist with one hand.

“What’s wrong, baby? I thought you wanted to cum,” he said in a mockingly sweet tone, his hand stopping. “Too much,” you whine. “Too fast.” You heard him click his tongue.

“You begged me to let you cum but now it’s too much? What do you want, angel?”

“I-” you swallowed thickly. “I wanna cum, Chan, please.”

“But you don’t want me to be too harsh?” He asked, slowly starting back up. You nodded as his fingers curled again, making your back arch off the mattress. “Well, you were so good for me earlier,” he said softly, keeping his eyes on your face.

“I guess I can be good for you, too.”

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wannaeatramyeon · 9 months

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Ryuhei Kuroda x Reader: Flirtations

G/N. You, a lil dense. Ryuhei is Ryuhei.

Ryuhei hasn't made up his mind whether you're dense or deaf... Or selective hearing is more like it.

When he turned his so-called charms on you, you always plastered on an innocent smile and asked him to repeat again what he said.

Well, doesn't that lose its impact the second time round. He rarely repeats his words and slinks away, pride and ego wounded.

Other times you would just outright ignore him. Which is fine, he supposes. He's used to that after pining after Mitsuki for years.

Yet sometimes he would catch you watching him with a look that would make his own face burn.

Sigh. What is a Kagiroi supposed to do?

Am I losing my touch, Ryuhei thinks, Did I even ever have a touch? He looks down at his crotch glumly. Looks like it's just you and me.

"Hey cutie~" Ryuhei grins, leaning over your desk and wanting attention.

(Ryuhei's style of flirting is less harassment and more playful with you. Sorta.

Him and Mitsuki are one thing, but even Ryuhei knows where to draw the line with most people. It would be a pain if HR got involved, or god forbid, that little bastard Eugene.

Why that twink has taken such a liking to you, Ryuhei would damn well like to know. Hell, why Ryuhei himself has taken such a liking to you, he can't figure out either.)

Brushing his tie out the way, you don't bother peering up at your blonde coworker. You're this close to finishing the document. Just a couple more paragraphs and you can clock out for the day.

You hear him chatter away over the top of your head but your focus remains firmly on the papers. Eyes skimming over the last line, you sign it with your signature and breathe a sigh of relief.

Done.

His voice drifts over as soon as your pen lifts from the page, "You're finished?"

A nod. Ryuhei returns your gesture with a smile. He was aiming for salacious but it comes out sweet.

Then returning back to form, his eyes greedily rove over your figure as you stretch, elongating your body and hands reaching high over your head, hearing your joints crack and pop.

The smile on your face matches his, a bit too sentimental for his heart to take. Your words, however- "So all those times you said you wanted to play, what did you have in mind?"

"W-what?"

"Wanna go for a ride?"

Goddamnit, those are his lines. Did he hear you right? You wanna ride him? Ride his d- "Ride?! Right now?"

"Yep!"

"Me and you?!"

"Sure!"

Ryuhei looks down, feels the first stirring since forever of his little attack dog-

You stand up, legs stiff after sitting down for hours, and pull on your jacket, "You're always going on about it, let's go get your bike!"

Shit.

You meant an actual ride.

Fuck!

Ryuhei plops down on a nearby chair, crossing his legs to hopefully conceal his growing interest.

"...Give me a moment." He mumbles as you tilt your head in confusion.

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joequinnisgod · 1 year

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When craving warmth

Pairing: Joseph Quinn x f!reader

Warnings: rpf, smut (protected p in v), teasing, i dunno what else..

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: Hiii, it’s been a while………sorry about that :( But here’s a soft!dom!Joe story! I’m also working on other stories, hopefully I’ll be able to finish them soon..

It was late at night when you finally got into bed next to Joseph. Even though you told him not to wait for you, he insisted and tried his best to stay awake, but eventually tiredness got the best of him. He was half asleep when he felt the mattress dip next to him and felt you snuggling up next to him.

He hissed when you rested your cold fingers on his arm, trying to get warmed up as soon as possible.

"Your hands are freezing, love." He murmured as the took your hand in his and intertwined your fingers.

"M'sorry." You whispered and pressed your lips on the warm skin of his back. "Did I wake you?"

"No, I wasn't fully asleep yet."

Still craving warmth, you pressed your feet against his legs, causing him to jump a little.

"Jesus, what the fuck? You just took a shower, how are you so cold?"

"I don't know, I just am."

"...Want me to warm you up?" His voice instantly got deeper and you could sense he was smiling as he took your hand in his and kissed the back of it. You murmured against his back, too tired to even speak. "Hm?"

"I won't move a muscle, though." You repeated.

"So just the usual, eh?" He teased. You slapped his back lightly at his comment, making him giggle.

"Shut up." You smiled.

"C'mon baby, let's get you warm." He turned around to face you. "Hi." He lowered his head with a smile to kiss you. You felt his warm lips softly press against yours, just slowly tasting them first. You laid on your back and let him hover over you, a satisfied hum escaping his throat.

His tongue poked your bottom lip, making you part your lips. The kiss was slow and sensual, neither of you feeling the need to hurry. After such a draining day, the only thing you needed was intimacy and the presence of your favourite person, in spite of the aching tiredness in your body.

He held himself up above you with his lower arm next to your head, his free hand caressing your side. Your hands found his cheeks in the dark – only the outside lights peeked through the window, softly illuminating the room – and your thumbs softly stroke his face, feeling the scratchiness of his beard. As you spread your legs and pulled them up to help him get more comfortable, his fingers started dancing on your skin where your shirt has ridden up a bit around your lower stomach, the ticklish sensation leaving goosebumps behind. Eventually, his lips detached from yours, making you whine, but you soon quieted down when you felt them on the side of your neck, travelling further and further down. Your fingers got lost in his curls on the back of his head as your neediness got the best of you; making your wrap your legs around his hips, locking him right above you.

"Don't, I'm cold." You stopped his hands as they were about to take your shirt off.

"Okay, baby. We'll leave it on." He placed a quick kiss on your lips. "Can I take these off, though?" His fingers traced the outline of your underwear. You nodded first – then realised he could barely see the movement of your head in the darkness.

"Mm-hmm."

He started sliding your panties down your legs slowly, his lips following the path of it. When you felt his hot breath fanning over your clit, you interrupted him again.

"No, just want you in me. Please, I just wanna feel you close." Your tone dripping in desperation.

"Alright, but I'm definitely having you for breakfast, though." He pressed a gentle kiss below your lower stomach.

His lips met your neck once again, going for that sensitive spot, making you whimper in impatience. He supported himself with his forearm sunk into the mattress next to your head as his free hand pushed his sweatpants and boxers down just enough to free himself. He reached beside you, towards the nightstand's top drawer and grabbed a condom from it. Sitting back on his heels he ripped the packaging open with his teeth and rolled the rubber down his length. After stroking himself a few times, he decided to test the waters and tease you a little. The unexpected soft tapping of his cock on your clit made you gasp at first – then you couldn't stop the whimper that desperately tried to escape your lips.

You realised what was about to go down. Your begging and needy whines were sounds that Joe could easily get off on anytime; they boosted his ego to an unreal level. Knowing you were so desperate for his touch and attention made him feel like he was on cloud nine. As his ego got the best of him, dominance started flooding his mind. He started feeling the urge to tease you..just a little.

"Does that feel good, baby?"

"Joe..oh" Another gasp left your lips as he rubbed himself between your lips. "I know..I know what you're..doing...please."

Your tone only fuelled that feeling in him. He wanted to hear and see you become a needy hot mess underneath him.

"What am I doing, darling? I’m not doin' anything." He murmured with his lips right next to your ear.

"You're te-teasing. I can't..take it tonight."

"I think you can. Be a good girl for me, hm?"

Your hands grabbed the sheets as his lips traced the side of your neck, placing there wet kisses. "Think you can do that for me?"

"I, uh...I don't know."

"Let's just see it for ourselves, okay? Tell me if it's too much." He kissed your cheek.

He stopped rubbing himself on your pussy and you felt him slide his tip down to your entrance. He slowly pushed his tip in barely, then pulled it out. Each time he pushed himself in, it was just a tad deeper than before, making you turn into that hot, whining mess he loves so much.

"Is this okay?"

"Mm-hmm."

"See? It's not so hard." His hand came up to your cheek to hold your face, his thumb stroking your warm skin.

When he was finally all the way inside you, he let out a soft moan. His hips started rocking slowly at first, then he picked up the pace a little. He pulled almost all the way out each time, before going back in as deep as he could. He wanted both of you to feel every inch of each other. Your desperate moans sounded almost too pathetic, the way he fucked you so passionately and so good was becoming overwhelming.

"You're doing so good for me, doll. So fucking good." His voice almost failed him from the intensity of your hips colliding and the feeling of intimacy and closeness; your hands on his back now – keeping him close, your nails leaving deep, red marks on his slightly sweaty skin.

"Don't you break character now." You whispered, the built up frustration from the teasing giving you an attitude – also hoping this would fire Joseph up even more. When he realised what you'd said to him, he snapped his hips hard, making you moan loudly and arch your back a tad.

"Wanna repeat that, love? Hm? Don't be so shy now." He waited if you were gonna say anything, but your silence was enough for him. "That's what I thought."

His hips started driving into you faster as his hand found your clit. The force of his thrusts made you ride up on the bed with each one as your strangled moans echoed across the room.

"Shh, it's okay, it’s okay. Let it out, baby." His lips showered your cheek with kisses, shooting you.

"I’m close.." You chocked out, hoping he'll understand.

"You wanna cum, darling?"

"Mm-hmm." You nodded, tears forming in you eyes from the overwhelming intensity. "Please, Joseph."

"Cum for me, baby." He whispered in your ear. A few moments later your back arched as you dug your nails into his back, letting out a loud, sinful moan with a few tears escaping your eyes as you shut them tight. You felt Joe's hips halt for a second balls deep inside you as a heavy moan erupted from him, euphoria flooding his mind as well.

"Oh, fuck! Baby, I love you so much."

He buried his head in the crook of your neck, pressing there hot kisses in-between heavy breaths. Your hands got lost between his curls again as you both laid there in the silent, dimly lit room.

"Are you warm now?" Joe giggled.

"I am." A couple seconds later you slapped his back.

"Hey! What was that for?"

"For the teasing."

"You loved it, don't conceal it." He grinned as he pressed his lips onto yours.

"But..it was mean." You pouted and watched him remove the used condom, tie a knot on it and toss it into the bin next to the nightstand.

"Aw, I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean to be mean. I won't do it next time, yeah?" His big brown eyes stared into yours, his eyebrows arched.

"You'll do it next time, too." You squinted.

"Yeah..probably." He whispered as he kissed you and rolled over with his arms wrapped tightly around you.

Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed it! Have a lovely day / night <3

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myloveismineallmine · 5 months

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part 2!

honestly I have a lot ground to cover in terms of songs used for Carmy and Claire. Some are kind of sad. Some are really fucking funny. This one is kinda both.

We'll start with the first song we hear playing with Carmy and Claire: Strange Currencies by R.E.M.

The actual lyrics have little to do with what's going on in the scene, Claire and Carmen are conversing over most of the lyrics. It's not until the third verse that the volume increases and the lyrics become audible. But I'm still gonna talk about the first half of the song, because why not?

"I don't know why you're mean to me When I call on the telephone And I don't know what you mean to me But I want to turn you on, turn you up, figure you out I wanna take you on ..."

Okay, so this first verse is very Claire coded right off the bat. But I do think this song is actually more about Carmy's feelings, and really I can just about guarantee you it is because this song plays twice in the show. R.E.M. songs also have a tendency to play in scenes with Carmen specifically.

"These words, "You will be mine" These words, "You will be mine", all the time

The fool might be my middle name But I'd be foolish not to say I'm going to make whatever it takes Bring you up, call you down, sign your name, secret love Make it rhyme, take you in, and make you mine

These words, "You will be mine" These words, "You will be mine," all the time, oh

I tripped and fell, did I fall What I want to feel, I want to feel it now"

Do not lose hope, fellow sydcarmys. These lyrics are deceptively romantic. But yes, this is what is playing during the conversation w/ Carm and Claire. What is of more interest is the verse that we do finally hear:

"And now with love come strange currencies And here is my appeal I need a chance, a second chance, a third chance, a fourth chance A word, a signal, a nod, a little breath Just to fool myself, to catch myself, to make it real, real"

So the show actually cuts to credits after "And here is my appeal." The rest of the song does play to the end, though.

Interesting that the one verse we hear is the one that just completely invalidates the romantic message of the song.

Like. I could end the post right here, folks.

But I will expand further-- this song, to me, is about Carmy trying to convince himself that he loves Claire.

"These words, "You will be mine" These words, they haunt me, hunt me down, catch in my throat, make me pray Say, love's confined, oh"

This is the final verse of the song. The words "catch in my throat." Probably because... he doesn't actually mean them. This is also foreshadowing that he feels confined in love with Claire.

R.E.M. has plenty of love songs. So the fact they used one where the message of the song is repeating the words "I love you" in an attempt to convince yourself/others you're in love is.....curious.

This song is also used a second time in the show, but in a very different context, so I wanted to touch on that too:

A distorted version of Strange Currencies plays as Carmen has a panic attack in the alley.

The first flashback we see is actually his intimate moment with Claire.

The next flashback cuts are all footage of Claire; drawings of her, old photos, and beauty shots. There is finally a flashback of Mikey talking about Claire mixed in, followed by more shots of Claire. After that, more shots of his family with Claire mixed in at random intervals. Throughout all of this, Strange Currencies plays with the audio distorted and words reversed. Until...

Strange Currencies begins to play as normal when the flashback of Sydney plays. Specifically the lyrics "These words, You will be mine, These words, You will be mine, All the time."

In the middle of this verse, after a shot of Carmy calming down, we immediately cut to Syd.

Then, on her: "The fool may be my middle name, But I'd be foolish, not to say."

After this lyric, the song fades out and we cut to a scene with Carm and Sugar.

I think there's a difference in the one audible verse during the Carm+Claire scene being one invalidating the romantic tone of the song, and the one that pays with Carm+Syd cutting off before the cracks in the romantic message of the song become apparent.

But I'm still not entirely convinced this song is really meant to be read as a true romantic one. Which is actually fine, since so far in my research I've already found a good amount of actual romantic songs used for Syd and Carmy anyway? This whole song just has very strong red herring vibes to me.

I'll be continuing these song analysis posts, and hopefully more frequently after I'm done with finals. Let me know your thoughts on this one.

#the bear #the bear meta #sydcarmy #the bear music

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rainebelowzero · 1 year

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kurt kunkle x dom male reader

I'm still working on requests but I wanted to post something. Hopefully this is at least decent, I'm like, half asleep right now 😵‍💫

cws: sex on camera, oral (reader receiving), mean reader, degradation, no prep, edging, aftercare

"Kurt." You say flatly. This is the third time he's stopped in the middle of sucking you off to check the view count of his stream on his phone.

"Sorry, sorry." He says, barely taking his eyes off the phone.

You sigh and roll your eyes. Eventually, you get fed up with it, and he moans quietly as you grab his chin and force him to look at you.

"No one's going to watch your stream if you're just reading the chat the whole time. You want to be a good boy, right?"

He bites his bottom lip, his face becoming flushed. He nods, giving you a desperate look, going back to sucking your dick, taking as much as he could into his mouth. You move your hand from his chin to his hair, holding his head in place. Everytime you see his eyes drift off to the side where his phone is, you give his hair a small tug, making him whimper and draw his attention back to you.

You grunt, starting to thrust into his mouth. You eventually close your eyes and throw your head back, getting closer to orgasm. The feeling quickly fades though when Kurt pulls himself back off of you, thanking someone for donating. You stare down at him, and he laughs nervously when he notices.

"Sorry. They uh– they want you to fuck me." Kurt says, avoiding eye contact with you as you stand.

"Get up." You respond.

He does, messing with the front of his jeans where you can see his erection, pressing uncomfortably against his pants.

"Pants off and on the bed. Now." You say. Kurt responds immediately, kicking his pants off and laying on his back.

You stand between his legs, pulling him closer to you. You spit into your hand, using it to lube up your cock before lining it up with Kurt's hole.

"W-wait– you aren't going to–" He starts.

"You're lucky I'm even doing this, so you better fucking take it, Kurt." You growled.

You start to push into him, barely giving him a chance to adjust before you thrust into him roughly. He gasps and whines, gripping the sheets underneath him.

You grip his hips tightly, not caring if it leaves bruises as you slam into him. That turns him on even more. The thought that you don't even care, just using him like he's just a toy for your pleasure.

He shuts his eyes tight, tears forming as he lets out sobs. His moans go higher in pitch, and you can tell he's close so you slow down before stopping completely. Kurt whines, panting heavily.

"You wanna cum? Beg for it." You demand.

He starts pleading with you, but you interrupt him, grabbing him by the hair and pushing his head so that he's looking at the camera.

"Not me."

He glances at you, and when you gesture towards the camera, he looks back over at it.

"P-please, I'll be a— a good boy, I need to cum, please!" He begged, crying. He knew it was pointless, his chat was way more harsh than you were.

You look over, reading some of the messages. You make a humming sound, and then look back at Kurt.

"Sorry." You say, shrugging.

You move your hands back to his hips and thrust back into him slowly, only pushing the tip of your cock in before pulling out. You repeat the action, driving Kurt crazy. He whines desperately, trying to push himself back onto you but your grip on him is too firm.

You press yourself back into him, fully this time, but you don't move. Instead, you wrap your hand around his cock, stroking lightly. A sob falls from his lips, writhing in your grasp.

Kurt gasps, getting closer again and hoping you'll let him cum this time but you pull away right before he can.

You lean down, hovering over him and pulling him into a kiss. He whimpers softly and desperately kisses you back, leaning into your touch and when you pull away, he gives you a needy look. His face is flushed and hot, tears still streaming down his cheeks.

"I need to c-cum..please.." He whines quietly. He can barely think, your thick cock filling him and distracting him from everything else in the room.

You ignore him and start to thrust into him again, groaning at the way he clenches down on you. You grab his chin roughly, making him look you in the eyes as he moans.

"You should be embarrassed with how much of a slut you are, getting off on these people watching you. It's pathetic." You growl, your thrusts speeding up.

Kurt moans, his hips jerking forward. His eyes squeeze shut as he claws at the sheets. He pants heavily and grabs onto your arms, digging his nails into them.

"Pleasepleaseplease–" He whines.

You stop abruptly again and Kurt chokes out a sob.

"If you really want to cum, beg for it, and you better put as much effort into it as you put into whoring yourself out for your fans or you aren't cumming at all tonight." You demand of him.

"P-please," He wastes no time. "I'm– I'm sorry, I d-don't deserve your cock, but I'll be so– so good for you, I promise!"

You chuckle, amused. "Yeah?"

Kurt nods frantically.

"Who do you belong to?" You ask.

"You! I b-belong to you– I'm yours!"

You pin his hips down roughly and start to pound into him at a relentless pace. Kurt cries out, tightening his grip on your shoulders and clawing at them.

"F-fuck, 'm gonna– gonna cum!" Kurt chokes out between moans and gasps. He pleads desperately, sounding mostly incoherent. You start to stroke his cock again, and you lean down to kiss him.

"Go ahead, cum for me." You encourage. With your permission, Kurt finally cums, his eyes rolling back and screaming out your name. It's an almost unnatural amount, covering his stomach and your hand.

His ass clenching down on you pushes you over the edge as well, your thrusts becoming uncoordinated as you empty yourself deep inside of him. Kurt pants heavily, body shaking and cock still twitching weakly. As you come down from your high, you also breathe heavily, putting a hand over one of Kurt's hands which is still weakly holding onto your other arm.

You pull out as Kurt lays there, still trembling with his eyes closed. He opens them slightly as you say goodbye to the chat, ending the stream. You leave the room, quickly coming back with a glass of water.

Kurt smiles weakly when you sit next to him and stroke his hair gently.

"You okay?" You ask softly. He blinks up at you, not answering for a short moment before nodding.

"Yeah..yeah, I'm fine," He pauses shortly as you hand him the water. "Did they like it?"

You chuckle and nod, helping him sit up. "Mhm..You did so good, Kurt."

Kurt glances at you, the blush returning to his face while he looks away from you bashfully. He leans into you a gives you the water, and you set it aside before wrapping your arms around him.

Pressing a kiss to his forehead, you squeeze him tightly and he nuzzles into your chest, sighing contentedly.

#kurt kunkle x male reader #kurt kunkle x reader #dom male reader #x male reader

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morbiderotica · 1 year

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Just stumbled upon your blog, hii! Imagine going on a first date with Xavier to his art shed where he teaches you how to paint and being all fluffy together... Ahh, I love him your honor.

─ ★ first date ... gn!reader

You were incredibly nervous about your first date with Xavier. You've had the biggest crush on him ever since you started attending Nevermore. What was there not to like? He was so damn pretty and he was so talented. Once you found out he and Bianca had broken up, you were ecstatic, though you would never let anyone know. Finally, though, he asked you on a date and you were over the moon.

Now here you were, walking with Xavier in the gloomy woods. "Where are we going, Xavier?" You whined, asking that same question for what seemed like the millionth time. "How many times do I have to tell you, Y/N, it's a surprise!" He laughed and gave your hair a slight ruffle, something he did quite often. You smiled softly, letting him guide you further into the woods.

Soon, you approached a run down looking shed. "Is this where you're gonna hide the body after you kill me?" You joked and he laughed. "How'd you know." He joked back. He opened the door and gestured for you to walk in, him following you in right after. "Welcome to my hideaway." He closed the door behind him as you began to investigate the foreign shed.

"Weems let me fix it up, so now I use this as an art studio." He awkwardly chucked and scratched the back of his neck as you approached a painted sketch of you. "Is this me?" You asked, fascinated. "Uh, yeah." He walked up behind you. "I love it." You smiled and turned around to face him. Seeing your smile, he relaxed, knowing you weren't mad.

"Teach me." You said. "Teach you?" Xavier repeated in a question form. "Yes, teach me how to paint." You said grabbing some random paintbrush on one of the tables. He laughed and took the paintbrush from your hand, examining it. "I may have my work cut out for me." Xavier joked and you playfully swatted his arm. "Come here." He said as walked towards a blank canvas on the easel, and you followed without a second thought.

He pulled up a stool and patted it, insinuating he wanted you to sit, so you did. "Whaddya wanna paint?" He asked, sorting through various paints. "You." You attempted to flirt but ended up making yourself cringe. "I think that's a little out of your league." He laughed. "How about a cat?" He asked a brought over black paint. "Mhm." You agree, not daring to speak any more embarrassing words.

Xavier walked up behind you and opened the paint for you and handed you a paintbrush. "Ready?" He asked and you nodded. Xavier took your hand in his and guided your hand against the canvas. "You wanna start like this, really light." He spoke spaced out, concentrated on drawing the lines.

His free hand pressed onto your back, his fingers drumming in an unrhythmic pattern. "You have no rhythm." You told him as you dipped into pink paint, adding details. You look at him for a quick second to notice confusion all over his face. "Your hand." You started and he lifted his hand to help you paint, figuring that's what you meant. "The one on my back, I mean." You giggled and he quickly pulled his hand off. "Sorry, I didn't even notice." He laughed, embarrassed. "I didn't mind it." You bit your lip in concentration. "Just noticed you don't have rhythm." You looked at him and laughed.

You placed the brush into the paint container. "How'd I do?" You smiled proudly as the cat you'd painted. "It's not horrible." He ruffled your hair and laughed. "Oh come on, that is one cute cat." You smiled at him and he returned the smile, looking down at your lips. You noticed, though he only looked for a split second. "You can if you want." This time he instantly knew what you were talking about. He smiled and leaned down, pressing a small kiss to your lips.

#─ ♡ wednesday #xavier thorpe fluff #xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe x reader #wednesday #wednesday the series #xavier thrope fic

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lunamadhatter99 · 2 years

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That I do.

Charlie Weasley x reader.

So.. I got this scenario in mind and I had to write it RIGH AWAY... so here you go.

It's inspired by this post and the comments between me and @once-upon-an-imagine. So... thank you hun!

I wrote a sort of sequel if you want to check, here. 🥰

"You got more?" I ask Charlie as I trace the line of the tattoos on his chest with my finger as we cuddle.

"Uh?" He asks, half-dozen off to sleep.

After months and months of not being able to see each other we finally got some time for ourselves.

"You got more of these in these months?" I repeat, pointing at his quidditch inspired tattoo on his chest.

"Oh! Yes! Here, let me show you" he quickly stand up turning the lights on. Excited like a kid showing his new toy.

I laugh at his excitement, he looks so sweet, I don't know how he manages to make me fall in love with him more and more each time.

"Okay, here. This is the last one I got... well it's just the lines for now, I'll go back and do the rest in a week or so." He proudly show me his arm "it's gonna be for my family, you know, here some knitted scarfs for mom... here a tool box for dad... and yeah everyone else"

"That's really sweet, love" I tell him, looking at the lines of all the drawing.. there's even a small lightning for Harry.

He then turns around, more excited than ever.

"Oh my god!" I exclaim, admiring the wings tattooed on his muscular back.

"I got this one after our last encounter" he explains.

"That's amazing" that's all I can say, too speechless to say more.

I reach out to touch it, carefully following the lines of the wings.

He turns back around and kisses me.

"You like them?" He asks after the kiss.

"Like? Charlie.. they're amazing" I tell him.

"Really?" His eyes literally bright for joy.

"Really!" I playfully roll my eyes. "Hot too"

"Oohh that's why you like them?" He asks teasingly.

"Oh for sure" I laugh.

"Wanna come with me when I get this finished?" He asks, nodding to the incomplete tattoo on his arm.

"Sure"

"Maybe you'll get one too? How does that sound, my love?"

"Maybe" I pull him in for a quick kiss, but he chases me as soon as I pull away making us fall back on the bed, with him on top of me kissing all over my face making me giggle.

"Okay, okay, big boy. We gotta sleep.. we have to be up early so we can arrive to your parents on time.. and not late as always" I tell him, making him pull away to look at me with a pout.

"They're used to it... what's one more time?" He gets back at kissing my face.

"You're terrible" I say defeated.

"You love me" he mutters between kisses.

"That I do, love. That I do"

#charlie weasley x reader #charlie weasley #charlie weasley imagine #harry potter imagine #weasley x reader

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hrts4soyeon · 1 year

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Back To You

Yunjin x fem!reader

Genre: angst, idol!au

Warnings: angst, violence(?), yelling, toxic relationship, cursing

summary: no matter how much Yunjin hurt you you couldn't ever seem to let go of her. Will you ever draw a line or will you continue to go back to her?

Word count: 7,050

a/n: this is my first time writing something other than an essay and I’m not the best in english class so if there are any spelling or grammatical errors pls ignore it i tried my best😕

i know you say you know me know me well

Jennifer huh, you had known her since 1st grade. She was a year older but you were put in a combined class with 2nd graders. You had been sitting to the side isolating yourself while everyone ate together and talked, you had always kept to yourself. This fascinated her. Jennifer was known as the popular girl who was friends with everyone. Everyone loved her because although she was popular it never seemed to change her personality. She remained the nicest person in class, always helping the teachers and students out. You weren't a bad kid either, quite the opposite actually. You took smartness to a whole new level, that was the reason you were in the mixed class, you were amongst the smartest 1st graders

You weren't hard to look at either. In fact by 3rd grade you already had admirers, but by 4th grade all of them had disappeared. Whenever one of the boys would try to talk to you you’d turn red due to your stuttering and before even 3 words were out your mouth you'd run away.

Jennifer took interest in you, despite the fact that you constantly strayed from her. Most people would just take the hint and leave but she was persistent. This seemed very strange to you as no one ever tried this hard. You did want to be her friend but for some reason you couldn't bring yourself to even respond to her.

By 4th grade you and Jennifer were inseparable, you two did everything together. All her persistence really did pay off in the end because by 8th grade it was her who was trying to run away from you. Of course she still loved you more than anyone but you could be overbearing at times and with her short temper things often didn't end well.

“GOD WHY CAN'T YOU GO FIND SOME OTHER FRIENDS AT SCHOOL! YOU KEEP CLINGING TO ME AND IT'S ANNOYING I CAN LITERALLY NEVER CATCH A BREAK FROM YOU!”

‘She doesn't mean it, she doesn't mean it’ is what you'd repeat to yourself whenever these situations arrived. You'd been friends with her since before her temper was so out of control and you knew her, the real her. She said a lot of things out of anger and you knew that. She had brought this topic up before a bit more calmly and so you knew her blowing up was your doing.

“I'm sorry, I'll try to change and get more friends to stop annoying you.” you said trying to keep your voice from wavering even more than it had been. But as soon as she processed the small waver in your voice her whole demeanor shifted, you could see her physically melt.

“I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have blown up at you like that, but you know how I get mad easily and if you had just listened to me none of this would've happened. I'm just stressed out and I hope you can forgive me, I'll try to be better and control my anger.”

“nono don’t apologize, I'm sorry I should've just listened and I will, I'll try to give you space at school.” After this left your mouth she walked up to you and hugged you.

but these days i don't even know myself (no) i always thought i'd be with someone else i thought i would own the way i felt (yeah)

“y/n, wanna come to my home after school?”

“I have a lot of homework and I have plans with mina…..” just as you were about to decline you saw her looking at you with that look, the look you could never deny.

“-but i think i could move the plans with mina to tomorrow.” at the sound of you relenting she started squealing and hugging you.

“Meet me after 7th period and we can walk home together.” she said with a wink as she walked to her next class.

Mina Myoui, she was a year older than you just like Jennifer meaning you two didn’t share the same classes. You two shared only one class which was math. You were both also very introverted so it took a while for this friendship to blossom but once it did you were so glad Jennifer told you to find new friends.

You stopped clinging to Jennifer as much and spent a lot more time with Mina, and found you two were very similar. You even thought you were developing a crush on her, she was just so perfect. She never got mad at you and was always calm, she loved to listen to you and your problems and to top it all off she was definitely one of the prettiest people you had come across. She had such delicate yet elegant features. She had definitely been a queen in her past life.

You wanted to tell Jennifer about this little (almost?) crush on Mina but knowing Jennifer she would probably be fuming with the thought that you’d replaced her. On top of being easily pissed off, Jennifer Huh was also a person with a lot of jealousy in her and you didn't want to do anything to upset her.

The more you hung out with Mina the more you realized that maybe this wasn't a crush, you felt almost the same way towards Mina as you did to Jennifer. Jennifer was your bestest friend. You couldn't like her right? That would be weird, you guys had known each other since you were in 1st. You guys were basically siblings, right? The more you thought about it the more you felt sick by the thought that Jennifer saw you as just a sister.

School had ended and you were both in Jennifer's room sitting on her bed when she suddenly said ‘we need to talk’ . This took you by surprise as you didn't think you had done anything to upset her this past week, you were very nervous. Her whole demeanor changed, she sat up straight and had a serious look on her face.

“Okay uhm, I've been thinking about doing this for a while now but i haven't had the courage to actually confront you and say something about it. I uhh ever since I saw you in first grade I always thought that you were different from the rest of the students, you stayed to yourself and you uhm even when guys would talk to you or confess to you, you would always run away and you never really let anyone in. i think i was pretty determined and i eventually got you to open up and now i have you forever, and even though i can be such a shitty person and friend at times you never leave me. You could have ditched me so many times and I bet others would too, hell I would leave myself, but you never left me. You’re like the best person I know and I don't know what I'd do without you — anyway, what I'm trying to say is that I love and appreciate you so much but I don't want to be your friend anymore, I can't be.” as soon as you heard her last sentence your heart dropped in your chest and tears started welling up in your eyes, your smile now a deep frown. This couldn't be happening, Jennifer was your whole world.

“Y-y-you d-don't wanna be my f-friend any m-more?” you stuttered out the tears in your eyes almost falling as you will yourself to hold them back, but alas one single tear drop fell. With the fall of that one tear drop it was as if a dam had broken, all the tears you had tried to hold back were coming down nonstop.

Jennifer immediately reached out and wiped you tears with her thumb as she took a hold of your face.

“No, I don't wanna be your friend, I wanna be more. I love you, but not in the way I'm supposed to, I love you as in I wanna hold and kiss you, I wanna introduce you to everyone as my girlfriend. I don't want you to like, love, or hold anyone but me, I want all your friends to know that you belong to me and I belong to you. What do you say, be my girlfriend?” hearing this you started sobbing even harder while nodding your head. Not even in your wildest dreams would you have dreamt of THE Jennifer huh, the most popular girl in your school to want you. Maybe she didn't see you as a sister after all, maybe you didn't see her as one either

Seeing you nod, Jennifer pulled your face to hers and crashed your lips together. This was all she had wanted for as long as she could remember. You tried your best to respond to her kiss but you honestly had no idea on what to do, you had never kissed anyone before. Jennifer being the most popular girl, had been in relationships so she obviously had experience.

She pulled away laughing at the fact that you couldn't respond to the kiss

“whattt, you know I've never been in a relationship nor kissed anyone.” you said whining

She chuckled and responded by saying that she’d teach you how to kiss and that you would never kiss lips that were not hers. You spent the rest of the time in her room just kissing and her demonstrating and telling you what to do.

Dating Jennifer sent you through a whirlwind of emotions. You were confused, confused about what you felt towards Mina and how that differentiated from your feelings towards Jennifer. You loved Jennifer, you really did but that left you with questions about your feelings for mina. You thought what you felt with Mina might've been a bit stronger than what you felt for Jennifer, but you couldn't risk losing them both, you weren’t sure about your feelings for Mina, not even sure if they’d be reciprocated but Jennifer was there. She loved you, you loved her, and you loved Jennifer too much to let her go, too much to put your own feelings before hers. Telling yourself that Mina was nothing more than a friend you found yourself slowly believing that.

You couldn't tell whether you were happy or disappointed as Mina's expression did not change when you told her you were dating Jennifer. For the most part she seemed happy for you and you tried to tell yourself that you were even happier with that.

It was a new school year, mina and Jennifer were now seniors and you a Junior. As much as you tried to tell yourself you didn't like her, your feelings for Mina were not going away as fast as they should have been and you were starting to get worried. You tried to distance yourself from Mina and told yourself it would benefit yours and Jennifer's relationship.

Your mentality that this was the right thing came crashing down when you saw mina’s face as you bailed on her for the 2nd time that week. Telling her you had too much homework and couldn't hang out with her. The way her face fell hurt your heart and within the minute of you two just standing there in silence you realized how selfish you had been, only thinking of your own feelings and not minas. You’d never felt more shitty, you couldn't stand seeing anyone else sad at the doings of your own especially not Mina. You immediately took back what you said and asked her if you guys could first go to your home first to finish a bit of homework before going out.

The way her face lit up when all you had done was go through with your plans made your heart crumble. You promised yourself you'd never be the cause of a sad expression on her face again.

The more you hung out with Mina the more you realized maybe this was the right way to get over your feelings for her. You both would talk about Jennifer and it made you realize how much you loved her and never wanted to lose her. Mina was ecstatic at seeing her best friend so happy with another. You found your mind leaving Mina and focusing on Jennifer. You questioned yourself and wondered how you ever doubted your feelings for jennifer.

I call you but you never even answer i tell myself i'm done with wicked games

Huh Yunjin, her Korean name. Seeing as she was in Korea it only made sense for her to go by it now. Both you and Yunjin had moved to Korea a while back, pursuing a life of fame. She was now a trainee at HYBE while you were at JYP. The original plan was for you two to enter the same company but fate had other plans. The day Yunjin was accepted into HYBE you were accepted into JYP. You both had applied to a lot of agencies and been accepted but these were the first BIG companies to reach out to you. Taking into account that you’d see Mina more often you accepted the fact that HYBE didn't accept you and chose to join JYP.

“This is the second time you’ve called her within the 30 minutes you’ve been here, just accept that she's not picking up.'' Mina said with a groan as you put your phone down.

“She never answers, I know she’s probably overwhelmed with work right now seeing as she's set to debut in a month but I wish she could at least send me a text.”

“But aren't you set to debut in 2 months, just barely a month after her?” Mina responded making you think about it. But it was different, her debut was closer to happening than yours. You knew of her dream to be famous and you shared that dream with her, if she wanted to be an idol she had to prioritize that over everything, right? You understood that and so that's what you said to mina.

“She's gonna debut sooner though and I can't be her top priority, her job has to be.” after processing what you had just said minas head snapped towards you looking at you like you had gone mad.

“I'M an idol y/n i've been an idol for years and trust me when i say that's not an excuse, don't you remember when you were still in New York and i was in Korea? Although I was an idol I still made time for you. Look at yourself, you're in the same position as her yet here you are clearly prioritizing her.” you didn't know what to say in response to this, you wanted to deny it to say that you've matured, that you didn't let Yunjin walk over you anymore but even you knew that was a lie.

“Okay okay, I'll talk to her after things are less stressful for her and I'll make sure that she sees me as a priority, and I'll make sure she sticks to her word.”

But then i get so numb with all the laughter that i forget about the pain

You were currently in Yunjins dorm which she shared with Eunchae and Chaewon. You all were in the kitchen eating, you found yourself coming here often after their debut. You had come to talk to her about her recent behavior, how she promised she would change but hadn’t at all. You got caught up with everything else though and the thought to tell her completely slipped your mind.

“So y/n how does it feel to have your official debut in a couple of weeks?” Chaewon asked

“Honestly it feels unreal. I still can't believe it's gonna happen, I'm so excited.” you responded, a huge grin on your face at the thought that your name would be out there in a couple of weeks.

“Okay now for the good stuff, who's your favorite member?” Eunchae asked, wiggling her eyebrows.

“They're all my favorite butttt haewonnie, and only ‘cause we’re closer.” you responded. You loved them all but if you were being honest it was definitely Haewon. They all gasped at the revelation. You noticed Yunjin looking at you a bit weird but you brushed it off saying it was nothing.

“Okay, okay but who’s your favorite le sserafim member?” Chaewon asked, all three of them looked at you expectantly

“Hmmm, if I had to choose Kazuha.” You said her name really fast, almost slurring it but they all had caught it and saw the grin growing on your face.

“I'M TELLING KAZUHA UNNIE THIS!” Eunchae shouted as she pulled out her phone to text this to Kazuha.

“We’re over, I can’t date someone who prefers my member over me.” Yunjin said in faux disappointment, acting as if she would start crying.

You got up, walked around the island and went to hug her while saying sorry and that you loved her more while laughing.

“Okay but you don’t count because my love for you is indescribable and if I were to bring you into it then none of your members would even have a chance.” She seemed to be satisfied by this and grabbed your face to plant a soft sweet kiss on your lips

“EWWW THERE'S A KID HERE!” Eunchae said, screaming while covering her eyes.

Chaewon on the other hand was awwwing at how cute you too were while you had your face flushed red and hidden in Yunjin's chest. You and Yunjin had been dating for years yet you still had the same red face every time she initiated physical contact.

(Woah)You stress me out, you kill me, you drag me down, you fuck me up we're on the ground, we're screamin' i dont know how to make it stop i love it, i hate it, and i can't take it but i keep on comin' back to you

“God, you’re so possessive. get over it! I can have friends other than you, you’re always trying to dictate my relationships and I’m SO over it!” She yelled at you, and you whimpered at her harsh words

Your lips slowly formed a pout feeling your lips wobbling, a telltale sign you were gonna start crying. Usually the sight of you crying would calm Yunjin down but it didn’t this time, it only infuriated her more.

“Oh my god, no way you’re gonna start crying now.” She said in disbelief as you tried to hold back your tears to prove her wrong.

“I'm sorry for actually feeling emotions, unlike you. Am i not allowed to be upset when i see millions of people shipping you, MY girlfriend with another. And it's not like you do anything to beat the dating allegations. Pulling her onto your lap calling her pet names you should be using on ME!” you said panting as you had screamed all that out.

You thought that maybe getting all that out she’d understand at least a little of how you were feeling. You saying all that though was a huge mistake, it only made her even more mad, you only realized your mistake when you saw her mouth open and the look on her face of complete rage.

“Ohh so now this is my fault? My fault for being comfortable with my friends? Have you ever seen me comment on your relationship with Mina? You're basically dating her with how close you two are, you call her every name in the book, you literally call her your soulmate. Have I ever said anything about that? No, because unlike you I was happy when you finally found a friend that wasn't me and I encouraged your friendship with her if anything. Stop acting as if you own me, you're genuinely such a shitty person, what the hell do you want from me? For me to completely isolate myself from all the girls? As my girlfriend you should be happy for me, that i have such good friends in my group but nooo. This is what I get? I can really see where your priorities are.” if you weren't crying before you were definitely sobbing by now.

You were always a sensitive person and hearing all this coming from her made you wanna bury yourself in a hole. You never felt more selfish and it made you so mad at yourself for only thinking of your feelings. You understood where she was coming from and all you could think of was how to make this up to her.

You knew you could counter her points easily as you and mina still had boundaries and she knew about how you ignored mina for the first few weeks of you two dating. It was because you were unsure of your feelings towards Mina but that wasn't the only reason. You saw that Yunjin was getting jealous with the thought that you cared more about Mina as more than a friend. This was also a major reason as to why you distanced yourself from Mina.

You also talked to her about it, you asked her if she was comfortable and fine with you and mina being friends. After that conversation she never doubted your relationship with mina. You could also bring up the fact that you and Mina shut down ANY idea of you two dating when your friendship was first discovered by the public. You had always made it known how good of a friend Mina was. You and Mina were known as nothing more than friends.

But alas, you didn't want to fight anymore, you just wanted this to stop. You loved her and she loved you and as her lover causing these problems shouldn't be a thing you should do.

“I'm sorry babe, you're right I was being unreasonable and you are allowed to have friends, i don't want you to think you aren't. I just really don't want to fight anymore. Can we please just go to sleep? I love you and I don't like fighting with you.” you said sniffling and wiping your tears as you walked towards her wanting a hug.

You could tell by the way she wrapped her arms around you she didn't want to, but seeing you crying and looking to her for comfort for the tears she caused made her happy. She was happy that she was the one you found comfort in no matter the reason, but it did not overlook the fact that she was still MAD. you were aware of this fact yet you didn't let it phase you as you held onto her shirt tighter burying your face in her chest as you gripped her shirt in your fists.

Yunjin wanted so badly to embrace you tighter but she couldn't, she wouldn't. You needed to know that you couldn't just pull this shit then expect it all to go away as soon as you cry. It hurt her to hurt you like this but your words really made her mad and the more she thought of your guyses fight the more her sympathy for you left.

She wouldn't leave you alone crying though, as mad as she was at you she wasn't heartless and she still cared for you a lot. She picked you up bridal style and carried you to your room, your face still buried in her shirt and you hiccuped in between your sobs. She laid you down slowly and as soon as her back hit the bed you snuggled up against her and soon enough you fell asleep. When your members came back to the dorm they awwed at the sight of you two snuggled up together and took pictures of it not knowing about the fight that transpired leading up to it.

The next morning when you awoke she was gone, all she left behind was a small note saying to text her when you weren't as selfish and didn't think you could dictate her relationships. You silently sobbed as you read the note knowing you couldn't cry too loud or else your members would hear and they would worry for you.

You didn't want anyone to see Yunjin in a bad light, especially not your members. That morning Yunjin’s phone was blown up with messages from you telling her how sorry you were and that you would never ‘dictate’ her relationships again, and begging her to respond(she didn't).

I know my friends they give me bad advice, like move on get you out my mind, but don't you think i haven't even tried you got me cornered and my hands are tied

It had been a whole two weeks since Yunjin had unofficially ended things with you, you hadnt left bed other than to go to mina’s dorm and lay in her bed. The only thing that kept you going was the thought that she hadn’t fully ended things.

“Dude, just stop thinking of her, it's that simple. If you don't think of her you won't remember what happened and you won't be depressed. Also when will you tell your members about the break up?” Mina said from right next to you as you were both lying in her bed.

“Ughhh it's really not as easy as you say, you've been there since we started dating. Of all people you should get that, and it's not like I wanna be hung up on her, and it’s not an official break up, just a break. Shes doing this for the stupidest fucking reason too, Like maybe if it was something serious but this!? This is literal bullshit.” you said your arms flailing around trying to get your disbelief at this whole situation out.

“Babe you and I both know you definitely don't wanna get over her with those daily messages and I think I know the reason you haven't told your members. I just wanna hear you say it so you can hear for yourself how badly you still want her.”

“Okay, maybe I don't wanna get over her, but is that so unexpected? We've been together for years. I love her more than anyone, and yes i haven't told the members because if she does accept my apologies and does take me back then i don't want them to see her in a bad light. I don't wanna give them a reason to dislike her because I know they'll hold it against her by seeing how badly the ‘breakup’ affected me.” you replied looking down at the fingers you were fiddling with.

Even mina didn't know the full truth, she obviously knew most of it but not all of it, always the one to protect Yunjin you were. She obviously knew about how bad Yunjin’s anger issues were, that was common knowledge. You had told her about the fight but left out the parts that you could've said to counter Yunjins statement.

She didn't think either of you were wrong, although she obviously favored you as you were her best friend. She wanted to hate Yunjin for doing this to you and making you so sad but she couldn't. Not with knowing how much the girl loved you. She knew this would pass, no way you two could stay away from each other.

You got me so addicted to the drama i tell myself i'm done with wicked games but then i get so numb with all the laughter that i forget about the pain

Minas' predictions turned out to be true, the next day Yunjin messaged you back. You were ecstatic, she had asked to meet up with you to talk and you obviously agreed.

“I'm so sorry Jen, I was really wrong and I don't think I can bear to lose you. You're the love of my life, the only person I'll ever love, please take me back.” you said all in one breath looking at her intently.

“Nono, I'm sorry,I was such a dick. I promise you I'll never do ‘this’ again or even hurt you again. This break made me realize how much I needed you and how much I can't live without you. I love you so much, so please, will you take me back?” she asked with uncertainty as she stared at you, you felt the same way you felt back in her room all those years ago when she confessed to you, and she looked the same.

Your reply was obviously a yes, a big yes. You jumped on her and squeezed her as tight as you could while crying. You were so happy, this was WAY more than what you expected, she had actually reflected on her actions and apologized. You were over the moon.

And I guess you’ll never know all the bullshit that you put me through and i guess you'll never know, no

Breaking news: LE SSERAFIM’s Huh Yunjin seen out with aespas Ningning! Both of them getting a little closer than usual friends, if the angles were better god knows what we’d have seen.

What. The. Fuck. Those were your only thoughts as you read through the article then saw the pictures below. You couldn’t tell because of the angle but it definitely looked like they were kissing. You didn’t know how to feel, your members burst into your room looking at you worriedly. By the look on your face they could tell you had seen the news.

Everything was hazy, you just asked Haewon to drive you to Minas place and she obliged seeing the state you were in. You were completely silent the whole way there, the whole car was silent except the faint sound from the outside of the car. It was like you had turned off your emotions, but as soon as you saw Mina waiting there on the sidewalk for you you burst out into tears

Mina knew you’d come to her after reading the news of what happened and so she sat there waiting at the gate of her apartment building. As soon as you stepped out of the car she saw that you burst into tears. She ran up and to your side to hug you and lead you into her apartment.

You knew that many other people lived in this building and that they could all see you sobbing into Mina’s shirt but you didn’t let that phase you. Other opinions on you were the last thing on your mind.

“I’m going to beat the fucking shit outta her.” Those were the first words to leave Mina's mouth once you entered her flat.

She was pacing around the room, her hands running through her hair, you didn't think you'd ever seen her more mad. Mina was always the calm one, the one who never let anything get to her. This time Mina was livid, she was so done with Yunjin pulling this type of stupid shit and you forgiving her,

You wanted to say something, scream even, but you couldn’t get any words out of your mouth. Whenever you started crying really hard, the sobs would always be followed up with hiccups and because of this you couldn’t seem to speak.

“I…” you felt so frustrated, you wanted to speak, tell her how mad you were but you couldn't seem to get it out.

Seeing this Mina sat down next to you, her anger seeming to dissolve at the sight of you, she wrapped her arms around you and didnt say anything. She just sat there with you, Mina had known you since you were in 8th grade, she knew how to calm you down.

After a while of crying you calmed down a bit. The small things Mina had been whispering to you had helped a lot and you finally felt like you could speak.

“I-I can't believe she would do this, I can't believe she would throw everything away like this— am I not good enough? Where did I go wrong?” you sobbed out into Minas shirt.

Minas heart broke seeing your state of distress, she had never been more mad. She wanted to kill Yunjin at that very moment, you deserved so much better than that cheating bitch. She wanted desperately to say this to you but she knew it wouldn't do you any good so she kept these feelings to herself.

NMIXX’s l/n y/n seen crying at TWICE’s Mina’s apartment building with Mina comforting her just 20 minutes after Huh Yunjin was seen with Ningning. Could there be a connection between these two idols? We’re aware of Yunjin and y/n’s friendship but could it be something more?

Comments:

Anonymous: omg i was there when y/n arrived at the building, mina ran to her side and guided her all the way up. Poor y/n she's so lucky to have a good friend like mina but istg if huh yunjin had anything to do with this ill hunt her down.

Anonymous: this is what ive been saying!!! y/n and yunjin are wayyy too close to be normal friends. Huh yunjin sucks ass, she cheated on my girl y/n and god knows what else shes done.

Anonymous: y/n come be with me, id never cheat on you or put you through what yunjin does. God knows how yunjin even pulled y/n, y/n is like an angel and to cheat on her is actually insane. Who in their right mind would cheat on THE l/n y/n!

Fuck, fuck, fuck. That was the only word going through Yunjins mind, how could she have been so careless and gotten caught? As she read the comments on the article she felt even worse than before, y/n gave her everything she needed. Why did she have to be so dumb? Why had she gone out and ruined everything?

As soon as Yunjin arrived at her dorm she mentally prepared herself for what her members were gonna say. She took a deep breath, unlocked the door and entered. She found all of her members sitting on the couch in her living room in silence as she walked in and headed towards them. Kazuha had to be physically restrained by Chaewon so as to not hurt Yunjin right then and there. She was the closest out of the members to you and she wanted nothing more than to deck Yunjin in the face.

“Why, why would you do that to her? She's literally the girlfriend ANYONE would kill for, she's perfect, she could easily bag anyone in this industry yet she chose you. Why would you do this to her?” Chaewon asked Yunjin in a calm tone which surprised Yunjin, she looked like she'd explode any minute. Her face was red and Yunjin could almost see the smoke coming out of her ears.

“I don't know, I don't know, I don't know why I did it, I wish I didn't. I really wish I could take it back.” Yunjin said, her hand running through her hair as she stood in front of everyone.

“You only wish you could take it back because you were caught, if this wasn't released i bet you wouldn't regret it, hell I bet you’d do it again.” Kazuha said and Yunjin could hear the anger seeping into her voice.

Yunjin couldn't say anything to retort that because she honestly didn't know if she would. she wanted to say she wouldn't that she regretted it because she loved you but was that really the truth?

(yeah) so you can cut me up and kiss me harder you can be the pill to ease the pain 'cause i know i'm addicted your drama baby here we go again

“Baby please, just listen to me, please just give me a chance to explain.” Yunjin begged as she stood at Mina's door, Mina had made the mistake of opening it not knowing who was at the door and now Yunjin wouldn't leave.

“Get the fuck out.” Mina said through gritted teeth, she had balled her fists up, and was trying her best not to hit Yunjin. She swore if she didn't leave in the next 5 minutes she wouldn't hold back anymore, for the sake of you though, she endured 5 minutes.

“Please just let me talk to her.” Yunjin begged as she tried to look over Mina's shoulders to get a look at you but Mina had completely blocked any views inside.

“I swear to god if you don't leave right now…'' Mina said, again trying to get Yunjin to leave but for obvious reasons Yunjin hadn't given up and Mina had counted 5 minutes.

Mina had never been a violent person, nor someone to get angry easily but Yunjin was really getting on her nerves and her not leaving pissed her off even more. The next action Mina took came as a big surprise to Yunjin because she would have expected this from anyone but mina. Mina had decked Yunjin square in the face.

Mina had not held back AT ALL on this punch as it sent Yunjin to the ground with a bleeding nose and a cut on her lip caused by Mina’s ring. She held her face in her hands as she looked at Mina dumbfounded. She got up but she didn't attempt to hit Mina in return. She knew this was of her own doing and Mina was not to blame for being a good friend.

Hearing a loud thump on the ground, you ran out of Mina's room and to the door to see Yunjin with blood dripping from her mouth and nose. You held your hand over your mouth in a gasp as you looked at Mina. She simply shrugged and said ‘she had it coming’ you brushed past Mina and out the door to Yunjin.

“Mina I'm gonna go with her now, if she's this determined to talk to me then I guess i have to talk to her. You kissed Mina on the cheek and hugged her as you whispered ‘i'll be fine’ in her ear. This didn't help calm down Mina's worries though.

“Anything happens you call me, alright?” you nodded in response to this as you left with Yunjin letting her wrap her arm around your waist.(only because she was hurt right?)

As you two reached the ground level of the building you realized that you two would most likely be seen by paparazzi. They would see her bloodied face, as you were gonna start worrying about that you felt Yunjin come to a stop, you were in front of her car.

“I'm driving.” you said with no room for arguing, hearing your tone she simply handed you the car keys as she got in the passenger's seat.

The car ride to her dorm was relatively silent, you figured you were gonna go there, seeing as if you were to take her to your dorm she’d definitely leave with a couple of broken bones. Yunjin was on her phone to text into the le sserafim group chat to tell them to leave because she was bringing you there.

While waiting in the elevator to reach the floor in which her dorm resided you were scrolling on your phone and you saw your earlier suspicions confirmed. There was an article written on how Yunjin had left your dorm with blood on her face and holding you. You almost laughed at how fast they were to write these articles.

You still couldn't believe this was happening, everything was happening so fast you almost didn't process it, this felt like a dream. A really really bad dream, you even pinched yourself in case this was a dream. If this was a dream it would definitely be the worst one you've had.

When you two entered her dorm it was completely empty, she led you to her room and motioned you to sit down next to her on her bed. As much as you hated her at this moment you didn't want to leave her with blood on her face as you talked to her so without saying anything you went to enter the bathroom that was connected to her room.

You practically lived here, even having a toothbrush left here so you knew where everything was. You looked in the drawer that had all the first aid stuff and pulled out the first aid kit. You sat down facing her on the bed and she turned her body to face you too. You took her face in your hand as you picked up an alcohol pad and gently wiped the blood off of her cut lip.

Usually this would hurt but even when you were kids, Yunjin never made a big deal when she was hurt. She was always strong, especially when it came to getting hurt. As a kid you admired her for this, you always thought she was really cool for keeping a smile on her face when the teachers would put alcohol on her injuries.

You would always call her your strong girl, she loved that nickname and you loved her. But would she even be your girl anymore? The thought that she wouldn't be made you want to lock yourself in a room and never leave. She was the only person you would ever love. if it wasn't her you wouldn't love anyone else, you only wanted her. But did she even want you?

You didn't notice when you started crying, you only realized it when you felt her soft hand caress your face. She slowly wiped your tears and when you realized you were crying you started crying even harder.

“Why? Why did you have to like someone else? Where did i go wrong, i only ever loved you and i'll only ever love you. Please don't leave me, you're all I have, I swear I'll be a better girlfriend. I swear I'll make you love me more.” you begged in between sobs, you told yourself you wouldn't go back, you couldn't.

But you couldn't help it, you would always go back to her.

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