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kneelingshadowsalome · 10 months

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Oh GOD, breeding kink with Ghost but he's actually determined to get his darling pregnant because after everything they've been through together, how much he loves her and vice versa? I could go on but it's just something to think about. I also strongly believe he'd be that kind of girl dad heheh

Couldn't Love You More (Ghost x F!Reader)

Left pic credit: @ vhenan_virabelasan on IG

Word count: 3.7 k

Tags/warnings: Tooth-rotting FLUFF. Mild, soft smut 🔞, crying (from joy), breeding kink (obv), comfort no hurt. All the softness and love.

A/N: Excuse me, more soft!Ghost coming through! I hope you like this take anon 💕

"I'm tired of using those things."

Simon rarely whispers, hardly ever murmurs, and never coos. But this time, his voice is deliberately soft.

You sigh and put the condom package down on the table. This evening had been a nice change, a pampering for your poor, stressed-out nerves. He had done his best to take your mind off work ever since he got home: he took you out for a 3-course dinner – which reminded you of the early days of your dating – and it was all supposed to end in a good stress relief of a fuck.

You'd sent him suggestive texts all morning, knowing he was coming home today. Those messages were extra naughty because you happened to be ovulating, and juicy, and horny as hell.

And you know he has waited for this moment as well. Which is why you can't get your head around why he wants to raise the subject of using other methods of contraception right before you're about to have sex.

Why would he suddenly start complaining when both of you are already naked – practically seconds before you're about to roll down the condom for him?

"You know I've tried, Simon," you sigh again – you don't even bother to disguise the annoyance in your voice. After all, you've tried basically everything to make it more pleasurable for you to make love without the risk of getting knocked up. You hate the rubber between the two of you just as much as he does, if not more. Apparently you need to remind him how the last attempt with the pill went.

"I become a bloated monster," you say, realizing you're pouting only when he laughs.

You absolutely love it when he does: it's a rare thing, even with you. Even after all these years of love and dedication, the warm, husky chuckle at the back of his throat makes your heart flutter and your head feel dizzy.

"That's not what I meant."

"Then what did you mean…?"

The man has a tiny twinkle in his eyes, and the flutter in your heart turns into something heavier, more serious. He looks you up and down as if to weigh whether you're ready to take in what he's about to say.

"How about we just ditch the bloody things?"

Your heart is truly getting it today: it skips a beat or two from what he says. From what he implies.

"But you…” you whisper, still unsure if you're truly discussing the same thing here. “You said that kids are a bad idea."

"They are."

The twinkle in those eyes turns into an amused gleam, the corner of his mouth lifts up a bit from seeing you so shocked.

And Simon never said he didn't want children.

It's just that he has avoided the subject like it's a seasonal flu he doesn't want to catch.

He would make the perfect father: you just know it. Sad to say, but it was one of the main reasons you fell for this man. It's stupid, but it's true: women look for these things. They can tell if a guy would be a good choice for a father. They notice safety, security, the willingness to support and provide.

Biology and instincts be damned, you simply can't deny that Simon is the first man who made you think about what it would be like to have children. And of course the perfect candidate for a father thought that kids were a bad idea…

It seemed like a cruel joke, the way he brushed you off when you first approached him with your shy request. You pussyfooted around the subject, were as delicate as one can be, knowing it might make him uncomfortable.

And it did. It more than just did.

He freaked the fuck out, went to work, and worked himself nearly to death – literally almost got himself killed, and you understood that this was serious. His childhood, his past, the dangers of his work – of course he thought himself unfit for the role.

Infuriatingly, it only made you more convinced that he was the perfect choice. The man was just so fricking responsible.

You barred your mouth shut after that. Instinct told you Simon might just leave if you continued the talk about having kids. Not because he couldn't take it, but because he would want to give you a chance to find someone to raise a family with before it was too late.

It was his view of unconditional love: he was ready to let you go if need be. He would set you free if he suspected it would make you happy.

But then you saw him look at tiny kids – usually the ones that had just learned to walk – with a fleeting longing in his stare. It always turned into a withdrawn sulk, the gaze of a man who has accepted his fate.

He seemed to have the softest spot for little girls, especially when they were laughing and giggling or being unruly rascals, and sometimes flinched when a baby started to cry in the store. He looked a bit distressed for a second, and not because of the noise – but because he couldn't locate the immediate source and go and calm the baby.

That's when you realized he actually wanted kids. The biological clock on this man was ticking just as furiously as yours.

Years passed, and you silently buried your dreams of raising a little family together. He was enough for you, more than enough: you would not break up because of this. No man could ever replace Simon.

But it still hurt. It was like a wound that never healed.

Until this night…

This night, it seemed he would not only cure it but heal it so well it wouldn’t even leave a scar.

You suddenly find yourself under him – his moves are so quick that it's almost like you're teleported there. He sometimes does that: lets you play with him for a while, have your fun on top before reminding you who is in control here.

And this time, he won't even let you play.

"Simon, what are you doing," you sigh with barely concealed exhilaration.

As if you didn't know exactly what he is about to do.

He looks at you with that possessive look he sometimes has when you two have been apart for far too long. And there's something more behind that stare. It tells you that this is serious; this means business. The package you placed on the nightstand remains unopened and, apparently, will be the witness to his mission tonight.

Serves the damn thing right…

You take in the absolute beef of this man: the bulk of pecs above you, the wide, solid middle that nearly swallows you every time you're under him.

You almost disappear between him and the mattress when you two are doing missionary, and it's one of the best feelings in the world. You've wanted to sink your teeth in to those huge, solid shoulders for god knows how many times. Once or twice, you actually did give him a little bite, only a nib, really, during a good pounding – and giggled at the breathless grunt of "Hey" that followed.

The trail of hair, darker in tone compared to the hair on his head, spreads over his abs which rest under a thin layer of fat. The happy trail, as you call it, runs down until it meets the heavy cock that always makes your mouth water like it's your favorite meal.

His hand is weighty, adoring when it comes to rest on your waist – the callous of his palms feels just the right kind of rough as he gives you the softest squeeze and a caress.

And he must know from the wanton looks you gave him all evening that he can just walk right in. Probably knew from those texts already that you've been wet all day long.

You try to spread your legs wider than they can go as he grabs himself to be positioned to your entrance. The fat tip of him feels heavy on your folds as he lazily slides himself up and down your slit, teasing the opening but not going in. It feels heavenly to sense him, all of him, with nothing there between you. There's no lifeless rubber: just his thick velvet meeting your wetness and silk.

The darned man won't even answer your question… Probably knows it's not really a question, just an astonished sigh of love.

"It's…not safe," your head falls back as he pushes the first few inches in – teasing you still by not giving you the full length and thick of him.

"Tired of safe, too," he rumbles softly above you, feeds more of himself in, and you tighten around his cock: receive him with fierce love and yearning. He groans at the sensation – it must feel divine for him, too. It must feel like it's meant to be this way. Now and forever.

You sigh as he starts to move, slow and intense, just the way he knows you like it when there's been too much stress and life has been a bitch. He always makes you feel better, always makes you melt in his arms when you run to him from the unfair, fucked up world.

He's got some bad days too, and that’s when you ruffle his hair, scrub his back in the shower, give him a sloppy little blowjob, or make him his favorite dish, anything to make the tension in those mountains of shoulders disappear.

You two worship each other; there’s no question about that.

"Simon–ah… Truly, are you serious…?"

"Hell yeah."

The idea of him cumming inside you is thrilling enough, but it's not just about that.

You're ovulating, and he's a man in his absolute prime. He reminds you of mountain lions and snow leopards, living their life in harsh conditions and in wandering solitude until… Until the perfect companion comes along. He's simply the most virile male there is; broad, wide, and heavy, always ready when you are.

A man like Simon just cannot be infertile.

His eyes are half-lidded already, and those pale eyelashes make you bite your lip and grab his butt like it would be a life or death situation if he chose to withdraw.

And you know he loves it when you grope his ass and try to assist him with the thrusts.

His little helper, indeed…

"Bloody fucking hell, you feel good…"

His head rolls back, exposing the tendons on his neck, thick, like the rest of him. Everything in this man is thick and broad and good – and fuck – he glides in and out like a dream. Somehow the extra layer of rubber has taken the brunt of his thickness away, but you feel it now, all of it, and it's something you could die for.

He grunts and thrusts, then halts for a while, chuckles all breathless…

"It's gonna be one hell of a show, sweetheart."

He's talking about what comes after. How it will be when there's a new addition and not a crew of two anymore. It brings tears to your eyes to see how he's already thinking about the future – and how he does it with a smile and a pleased chuckle.

"I'm used to sleepless nights," he reminds you softly. "You're not."

Ugh – he's thinking about your well-being when it would only make you the happiest woman on earth to take care of his children. Your children.

"I'll manage," you whisper.

"I know you will."

The tears are so close now; he’s simply the one and only person in this world for whom your love is boundless. It’s endless, overflowing.

He pulls back a little, raises your legs to rest on his shoulders, then crawls forward – he’s about to go deep, and the indecent but insanely sweet position makes you quail from him at first. It’s just too much all of a sudden.

"Wait–"

"The boys said this'll do the trick," he explains, waits until you adjust under and around him.

"The–the boys?"

He had been discussing this with his workmates…?

Discussing which position is the best to help conceive?

"Yeah. Wanna do this properly."

This man might actually be serious… He just might be serious about this, and you still have difficulty grasping it.

"I can't believe you want this," you whisper, still trying to catch your breath on what's happening.

"Believe it or not, it's gonna happen now."

The smallest tear escapes, and you purse your lips, shut them tight to prevent a tiny little bawl from erupting.

"I've always wanted you, Simon," you breathe into the air between you as he starts to make love to you, fill you with intent. "Just you, all these years…"

He rarely whispers, but this time, his voice is the softest hush.

"Right back at ya, darling."

"I–I want to give you… want your kids," you whimper, tears coating your voice as he continues the torture while the sweet, tight love surrounds you both.

"I want a family, Simon," you pant weakly, almost distressed. So urgent, desperate, like the wound is yet to be healed. You've never said those words to him before because you were afraid he might leave.

"Love… fuckin' hell."

He has to stop to catch his breath, to catch the truth. Of course he has known it all along without you telling him, because he simply has those instincts of a wild animal.

But words are powerful… They are magic. And this magic wants itself spelled out.

"I'll give them to you," he promises. "All of it. I swear."

Your eyes drift closed from the full wave of his vow. This mission is a crucial one, then, one of his most important ones. The man loves challenges; he loves when you up the stakes. Perhaps that's what this is about: he doesn't want to be a coward about the thing you both want.

The skulls, the brass and death that always surround him can't take away the fact that he's a lifegiver. No matter what anyone says, men can give life, too. He has already given you so much, and now he's going to give you children.

A few more tears push through, and it's one of the sweetest things in your life: to get fucked by him so good while you're crying from joy.

"Luv. You trust me?"

You open your eyes again, and the sight of him is crystallized through tears. It's the most beautiful thing.

"I trust you," you answer with a shaky breath.

Your trust is even more drugging to him than the tightness of your cunt, it seems. The corner of his eye twitches once, his brows knit together, and a pained look passes in his stare: but it's the sweet kind of pain, just like yours is.

"Feels so good," you whisper, looking up at him with devout love. "So, so good…"

"You're damn right," he sighs, panting with strained, short breaths. "Never felt this good."

He rocks you like you're under the sea, at the bottom of the ocean where the waves are mellow and the seabed is made of the softest sand. You're squeezed between his arms, tightly; he pins you to the bed with his body. The flutter of those pale lashes with every thrust is illegally sweet.

Your lips are bolted shut from the raw sensation, the swelling waves, but when a noise finally erupts, it does so with force.

You know it makes him wild whenever you cry and plead under him. You know it sends him straight to the edge, too: when you moan and tighten around his cock, spread yourself for him to plunder while you're clawing at his back. You were so embarrassed the first time you noticed the red marks on his skin after your little sessions, but he was only pleased and said you should never apologize for that. His body is full of past pain and torture, and still, still, he allows, even wants you to destroy it even more.

"Faster, Simon, please…"

"Yeah, that's it. Beg... Beg for me, love… "

And damn right, he's eating up your wrecked state like it's time for Christmas dinner, and the table is brimming with his favorite food. You're close, so close it would be torture, devastation if he stopped.

"Ya want me to give it to you?" His voice is more rough, more commanding. God, he's close too.

"Yes–give it to me, please–"

Just don't stop, whatever you do, don't stop…

You beg some more, but it's incoherent. Just the way he likes.

Simon–fuck…

There's no reason to it, just ah's and fuck's and love's, all knit together in a sweet, heady mess as you come–

Fuck–!

…the orgasm is so intense it points your toes, makes you wrap around his middle with what little strength you have in your arms and fingers and those tiny little claws. Your nails sink in, somewhere between his shoulder blades: he's so wide you can't quite reach to hug him, but you latch onto him like a drowning person nonetheless.

"Oh–oh fucking god…!"

He comes, right after, buries himself so deep that it stings a little, but you would never, ever complain. He pumps you full, doesn't even move, only arches his back to go even deeper, although he's already buried there to the hilt.

And never has he in all your years together sounded so vulnerable. He usually just grunts and huffs when he comes, but now you get a whole string of words and a fragile, broken pitch. He sounds as if he's near the point of breaking into tears.

It must feel divine to cum inside you instead of a condom, and what's even more, with the intent to fulfill a mission with that shot. Give life.

If you don't get pregnant from this, well… you doubt you ever will.

He's lying on top of you in a heavy, panting heap, sounding like he's just done ten deadlift PRs in a row. You can't help but laugh, breathless, too, and caress him as he comes down from his sex high.

"You can let me go now," you ghost your fingertips up and down his back when he still doesn't move. It's not that you want him to release you, but he's simply too heavy to be lying all over you like this for long periods of time.

"Nah not yet. Gotta make sure..."

He thinks you want him to pull out, and you giggle some more.

"You're crushing me," you laugh. "And we can do this all weekend, silly. If you want to make sure."

His middle contracts with a silent laugh, too.

"Got a fair point there, love."

Finally, he lets you out of the spread. He pulls out, too – that's not necessarily what you wanted, but when he takes you in his arms, you don't complain.

"That was… so nice," you say, suddenly shy. As if this was the first time he wrapped himself around you in a post-coital embrace.

"That was the best."

He's so warm, and the arm around you is heavy, even when lax. Especially when lax. You feel soft and sweet in his hold made of pure strength.

"I'd be surprised if not. You were very determined."

"You think that did it..?"

He's suddenly shy, too. You could swear he has never asked such a fragile question during or after a mission.

"No half-assing with my sweetheart."

One could say he really used his whole ass on this. You know it, because you're the one who spurred him on with weak but eager hands.

"...but I think it would be best to try again tomorrow. Just in case," he suggests, and you can hear the smile. God, that you love him.

"I wouldn't say no to that."

You imagine him waking up to your baby's cry with a sigh and a jaw-dislocating yawn, hushing you back to sleep by telling you it's his turn to go. He would finally locate the source of crying and make it his mission to cradle the little breadcrumb back to sleep, too. You just know Simon would sometimes fall asleep on the sofa while the baby is still in his arms, sound asleep just like their dad.

And you also know the child would make him laugh more. He would have the greatest time hearing all the silly (not to talk about the clever!) things the kid comes up with once it started talking. Simon would listen with a straight face, at first – out of respect – but then he would come to you with an unrestrained smile and a comment: "Did'ya hear what that little thing just said? Unbelievable..."

Whenever the kid had a tricky question, you would send them to Simon. It's decided already. You imagine him explaining things to the child with his steady and calm briefing voice while you're trying to keep your giggle in.

And when the little one was big enough to run around and poke things off the shelves, Simon would embrace you from behind while you're pouring some morning tea and say: "Should we make another one, hmm?"

After all, your little troublemaker would also need a friend to play with...

There's a gigantic, peaceful smile on your face, and Simon should be snoring by now… But he's still awake, and the arm around you draws you closer. He even tucks his hand partly between your body and the mattress. It's the sweetest prison from which you never want to escape.

"What if… What if I get grumpy when I'm pregnant?" You start to chit-chat nonsense while he holds you against a solid chest. You know he will fall asleep soon, and you wish to voice some fragile concerns before he does.

"I'll bring you ice cream to keep you nice and calm," he mutters in the back of your neck, sounding drowsy already.

"What if ice cream won't help?"

"I'll bring you chocolate."

You smile at him having a solution to every problem, no matter how minor.

"You're really not afraid…?"

"Of you being grumpy? Nah I don't think so."

"No," you laugh at him joking around. "Of… changes."

"After all that we've been through? No." He brushes his lips over your neck, and you turn a little to look at him.

"Simon... What made you change your mind?"

He thinks on the answer for a good ten seconds. You know that inward look, which is both a gaze to the past and a shaky, hopeful glimpse to the future.

"Don't wanna die without knowing how our kid would look like. What they would be like."

You swallow past sorrow – it's such a beautiful thing to say that you have to catch your breath for a moment. Then you put your hand over his arm, the one keeping you close to him.

"Guess I got tired of living in fear," he sums up the change of heart, and you have to blink back more tears.

"I'm tired of living in fear, too," you whisper, and he entwines your fingers together. The kiss that follows is like a seal to your change of plans. It's pure hope.

"Could you... Could you say that we'll be fine?" You speak on his lips as softly as you can. You sometimes worry that he's annoyed by your constant need for reassurance, but he sounds as solid as a soldier can be.

"We'll be fine like always. Promise you that."

He doesn't seem to mind: if anything, you could swear that giving you encouragement only makes his chest puff up a little. The man gets satisfaction from you needing him in your life like this.

"Don't worry. I'll take care of us."

You ease fully into his embrace. He has said he'll take care of you many times before, but now your world is changing. It has changed already; you just know it. There's no more you and him, a team of two.

There will be a tiny little breadcrumb too.

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thehusbandoden · 10 months

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The Last Straw -Shoto x Reader Angst to Fluff

Sorry I haven't posted in a while.. I started working on a request, and then some ideas for a few others and that took all my time, and now I'm in a block and it's really really annoying >.<

This was written a while ago, but I wasn't that confident in it so I decided not to post, but I guess I'll just post it now, so sorry if it sucks </3 | also I had 0 idea what to put for the title :')

Angst to fluff | Fluff(??) ending | 1,497 words

Warnings!: arguing, yelling, cruel words, Shoto being a jerk, self hate, guilt, a teeny bit of self harm (Shoto scratching his face), self doubt, Shoto hating himself :(, kinda open ending but not necessarily

You and Shoto have known each other since middle school. You dated for four years, and have been married for three. You both love one another dearly, and have memorized each other's patterns, habits, preferences, pet peeves, and everything in-between. And besides the rare arguments your life was a dream. Filled with laughter and happiness. Your husband did his very best to provide the best life for you, and he sure did deliver. You were happy, very happy. Key word 'were'.

As crime rates grew higher (ik ik I'm sorry this is probably old >.< <3) the pro heroes gained more hours. And Shoto being the top 3 in Japan led him to take a large portion of the work load. Leaving him with only a few hours to care for his basic needs, let alone a relationship. It was draining really, but you persevered, knowing that it wasn't personal, and that it might would go back to normal soon.

Except, it didn't. It went on for months, and you were crumbling. You would wake up at six to get ready for work to see Shoto dead asleep, arm splayed across your form, face buried into your shoulder. You would smile sadly, kissing his hand softly. After a few minutes of admiring your charming prince, you'd move him to his body pillow that totally did NOT have a cute pic of you giving him an in-love smile on one side and a seductive look on the other, which he grasped onto, burying his face into the pillow which smelt like you.

After work you'd get home to make dinner for two, putting Shoto's portion into a bento for tomorrow. After that you do the chores, relax, and then go to bed, alone. It was tiring, really. Even on his one day off he just slept and you had work so you couldn't even cuddle with him. It was really starting to wear you down. And after the total crap day, you lost it. Instead of going to bed on time like you usually do, you decided to rage clean the house, knocking down all of your 'to do's.

Clean out the fridge?

Check.

Reorganize the pantry?

Check.

Sort through all the piled up mail and emails?

Check.

Deep clean all the furniture and carpets?

Check.

After all of this, you finally admired your work before glancing at the clock; 3:53. Cursing, you quickly move to get to bed, only stopping as you hear the front door creak open. Freezing, your eyes grew wide -and hopeful- as Shoto walked in, a few bruises scattering his body.

His hair was a disheveled mess, and his suit was soaked with grime from the day. His eyes were exhausted as he took in your frozen form, not quite recognizing how late you stayed up. As you studied your husband, you noticed how dark his eye bags were, and how his exhausted eyes raked across you, sinking in the sight. You blushed as you realized you were only wearing your undergarments and one of Shoto's shirts.

"Sho-"

"What are you doing awake?" Shoto asked, moving inside and closing the door.

"I had a crap day and-" you paused as you heard Shoto scoff as he moved to disregard his hero costume, setting the gear onto the newly cleaned floor.

"Why.. why did you scoff at me?" You ask, confusion and hurt consuming your thoughts.

"It's nothing y/n."

"It's not nothing Sho."

"Just drop it y/n."

"Fine! I will."

"Finally." Shoto murmured, causing you to swerve your head toward him.

"Finally?! What is that supposed to mean?"

"Gosh y/n! Just leave me alone!"

"Leave you alone?! Shoto- we've hardly talked to one another in months!"

"Are you implying that that's my fault?! I have to work y/n! We can't survive on your wage now can we?" Shoto spat, heterochromatic eyes filled with anger.

"I'm just saying that it's unreasonable for you to get mad at me talking to you, when the last time we talked in person was when I dropped off your forgotten bento two weeks ago. Which made me late, and caused my crappy boss to scream at me. But I didn't complain, because I got to talk to you."

"I'm exhausted y/n. I just want to sleep. I'm sorry you got yelled at, but it's your fault for annoying me at work. Punctuality is important. Maybe your lack of it is the reason why you didn't get accepted as a hero."

At Shoto's words you just stood there, mouth agape. Your failure at becoming a hero was a huge insecurity of yours, and you trusted Shoto to comfort you, to be supportive of your heart crushing failure and help you get over it. But, instead he's just rubbing it in your face.

"T-that's not fair and you know it."

"Oh yeah? I think it's more than fair. In fact, I have a lot more to say to you if you're going to be like that."

"Excuse me?! What the heck is wrong with you!?"

"You're what's wrong with me. Moron!"

Your voice caught in your throat as tears threatened to spill. Unaware of your distressed state, Shoto went on, spitting insults with such venom that he didn't sound like himself.

"You're completely useless y/n. All you ever do is spend money and nag me."

"Your 'job' isn't worth anything compared to mine. If you were useful enough to become a hero you'd at least make something. But no~ instead you played around, got bad grades, and snuck into a boy's dorm. Distracting him from success."

"You do nothing in this house that I payed for."

While Shoto went on and on the tears fell down your face. As Shoto's words grew harsher and more venomous he took a step forward, backing you into a wall, step by step. As your back hit the wall you called out to Shoto who didn't even seem to hear you.

"I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY I MARRIED SOMEONE LIKE YOU!"

"SHOTO STOP IT! YOU'RE SCARING ME!" As you screamed at him you broke down in sobs, body sinking to the floor. Shoto froze as he heard your sobs, finally being pulled to the moment he looked down in horror to see your shaking, sobbing form. As he stood there stunned, all of his words knocked him to his knees, leaving him hyperventilating as he clutched at his aching heart.

Did he.. really say all.. of those horrid things.. to you? As he remembered every word that he said and your face as he said them he completely broke.

His screams echoed through the night, drowning out your retched sobs.

Your sobs slowed as you looked up, concerned for your love. Yes, he hurt you. A lot. But you still cared for him, and you knew that if he was left to his own thoughts he'd imagine something bigger. Something terribly horrifying.

So, moving to your knees, you moved your body to his, his face buried to the floor as he screamed. "Sho baby.." you whisper, tears falling down your face at his broken state. When he didn't respond, you gently placed a hand onto his shoulder.

As soon as he recognized your touch he jerked away, rolling away from you pitifully.

"NO! GO AWAY! I-I-I'LL HURT YOU AGAIN-" At his own words he broke down in sobs, nails clawing at his face savagely.

"Shoto stop that!" You exclaim, lunging to grab his hands. Shoto just weakly resisted, attempting to pull his hands out of yours and toward his face, whispering the words "no" and "leave" repeatedly.

After a while his sobs ceased, and he just let you hold his hands, which you did so gently, caressing them lovingly as you gazed into the broken eyes of your beloved. His eyes were blank, as if the burden of hurting you caused him to pass away silently.

But you could tell by his small breaths and the warmth of his hands that he's only attempting to cope. After a while you were drifting to sleep when your attention was grasped by Shoto's hoarse voice.

"Y/n.. I'm really sorry. I don't know what came over me.. I'll understand if you want to leave."

"Sho Baby.. I'm not going to leave you. And thank you for your apology. But.. you hurt me, a lot. And no, no you are not like your father and no you are not a terrible person nor husband. You just made a mistake. Everyone does. And I know that I've messed up in the past. And did you leave me? No. You stayed, and we worked things through together. Shoto, we will go back to normal. And you will learn from your mistakes, okay? So please, please don't hate yourself. If you beat up on my baby then you'll hurt me further."

Shoto just nodded, eyes tearing up again as he wrapped his larger form around you, nuzzling his face into your neck desperately.

Yeah I don't know, I felt like I rushed the ending?? Hope you enjoyed!

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0nlythrowharrybeaux · 1 year

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bestie could you write a blurb with virgin reader and H? something soft please

Hello, friend! Siiiii! Oui! Of course! here it is. It's more of a one shot, but it's very romantic and soft and sweet! I hope you like it:)

(the pic has nothing to do with the story, he just looks so cute and cozy here ☺️)

Y/N had never planned to still be a virgin well into her twenties. She had dated and fooled around with a few people before and had come close to actually having sex but she would just get so nervous when it came down to actually doing it. She also figured that when she found the right person for her she wouldn't feel so anxious and stressed about actually having sex with them and this seemed to be the absolute truth. Now she was with Harry and they'd been together for a little over three months and he was incredible and genuine and one of the best people she had ever dated. He had worked so hard on himself and it was noticeable and that made it so easy for her to start to fall for him. She hadn't even been thinking about it too hard, she just one day accepted that she would want him to be her first. The realization came naturally and without any external persuasions, he was always so respectful when it came to their sexual lives.

The only thing she was nervous about was telling him this because she hadn't explicitly told him that she was a virgin, she wasn't fully inexperienced so maybe he thought she wasn't, but now that she was thinking about having sex with him she needed to be honest about it. He knew that she wanted to take it slow, but that was all she had told him. In her mind, withholding the truth was a form of lying and she was nervous that he would be upset with her for not telling him sooner or something. A lot of her concerns were born from what past partners had put her through when she would share this with them and she would constantly talk herself through the fact that Harry was not any of those people. He was a completely different person and he had proven to be an excellent partner and he would understand. He always did. She had to tell him...

"Baby?" Harry's voice broke her out of her thoughts and she focused on his face in the dim light of his bedroom, "You seem distracted. You seem to be far off somewhere." he said and she sighed and swallowed down the lump in her throat, "Baby, we don't have to do anything if you're not in the mood for it." he reassured her as he rolled off of her and onto his side. He removed his hand from her inner thighs and instead draped his strong arm over her waist and pulled her to lay on her side too, facing him. Her eyes met his own and she sighed, "What is it, angel?" he asked with a slight frown and she sucked her bottom lip for a second before deciding to speak.

"I have to tell you something." she said and he hummed, giving her his undivided attention. His eyes bore into her own intensely and it made her nervous but she inhaled deeply before proceeding, "I've wanted to tell you this before, I just got a little nervous about it." she explained and he nodded, "I'm uh...I'm still a...virgin." she spoke the word so quietly as if she were giving him bad news at the doctor's office or something. She felt like his silence lasted for eons when in reality it was probably a second or two at the most. When his lips quirked up in a smile she got this horrible feeling in her chest, someone had made fun of her for this before and she was getting ready for it now.

"Why are you saying it like that?" he asked and she frowned in confusion.

"Like what?"

"Like it's a bad thing? I don't know." he said.

"Because I didn't tell you from the start? I thought you might get upset that I wasn't upfront about it." she explained with a small pout and he leaned in and kissed it right off her lips.

"Baby, no. You don't owe me explanations and I'm not upset with you." he reassured her and she looked relieved, "But now I want to ask you something and I want you to be 100% transparent with me." he said and she nodded, "Swear?"

"I swear." she repeated and he nodded.

"Are you telling me this now because you feel like I'm pressuring you in some way? Or maybe pushing the boundary a little bit?" he asked with concern drenching his expression now and she shook her head immediately.

"No, baby! Not in the slightest. You've been so respectful and conscious about how we do things and just every part of our sexual relationship and umm... I actually wanted to tell you now because I..." she trailed off, "I want to do it w-with you." her voice was so small and meek as she confessed this to Harry.

"Me? A-are you sure?" he asked, perplexed and she giggled.

"Yeah, I'm positive." she nodded, "I've always told myself that when I was ready for my first time I wouldn't feel too concerned and nervous about it. That person would make me feel comfortable and safe and cared for instead of anxious about it. I shouldn't have to debate it or talk myself into it, you know? It should feel natural and easy and...right, I guess." she said and he smiled at her, it was such a soft and gentle smile.

"Oh." was all he said and for some reason he was the one blushing like mad.

"Yeah." she responded timidly and broke eye contact with him for a second before glancing back into his eyes and he still hadn't said anything else, "If you don't want t-"

"It's not that! I want to. Believe me! I have thought about it so many times." he said quickly, almost too eagerly and she giggled as he went all pink in the face again as he admitted this, "I'm just really happy that you feel that way with me and it's like..." he stopped for a moment as he thought his words through, "I just felt what you said really deeply." he finished and she smiled, "I feel that way with you too." he smiled as he said these words to her and she leaned in and kissed him slowly.

Their kiss got deeper and more intense and her body was yearning to be near him, to get closer, to feel more, to just be taken over by him. She hadn't wanted anyone like this before, this feeling of need was new to her. It wasn't just a sexual need, it was an emotional and intimate need. She wanted him so badly that she felt like she was burning from the inside out, she had never felt anything so overwhelming before.

Despite her recent confession to him, Harry still hadn't made any move to take things further than kissing while having his thigh between her legs as she ground down against him. Every now and again she would kind of brush up against his raging hard erection and it would make him tense up a bit. He could feel himself throbbing, but he didn't want to assume anything just because she said she wanted him to be her first. But then she reached into his hair, tugging it gently as their lips parted sloppily.

"Please, baby." she keened and he looked into her eyes.

"You want to do it today? Like ri-right now?" he asked her and she nodded, they were so close that their noses nudged as she nodded her confirmation, "But I didn't even do anything nice for you or-"

"I don't care about that." she said and he chuckled, "I've only been waiting 20 plus years to see what all the fuss is about." she giggled and he laughed along wit her.

"Well, I'll try my best to make it worth your while." he grinned and she hummed.

"It'll be perfect because it's with you. It’s us." she said with a meek smile and that made his heart skip a beat. He had a lot of feelings for her and they had built quickly. Y/N appreciated him for who he was at his core and things just felt so easy and right with her, much like she had described. He smiled as he looked into her eyes.

“Yeah, it’s us.” He hummed and she smiled back at him. “Gonna start by making you feel good. Get you really turned on and wet fo’me.” He said and she smiled.

“I don’t think we’ll have a problem with that.” She grinned mischievously and he chuckled, his dimples carved deep into his cheeks.

“Is that so?” He questioned and she nodded, “Can I feel?”

“Yeah, please." she verbalized her eagerness and he kissed her deeply before shifting his position to kneel between her legs.

His big, warm hands smoothed up her thighs and when he reached her hips his thumbs rubbed up and down soothingly before he glanced up into her eyes again.

“Gonna take these off.” He said and she nodded. He lifted her top up a bit to reveal the band of her sweatpants and leaned down to her stomach, his warm lips smooched kisses to the top of her sweat pants as his fingers dipped into the sides of the waistband and started to tug them down. His lips followed behind on every new piece of skin that was exposed up until he reached her underwear.

If there was something that Y/N was not used to yet was his adoration for going down on her. The first time he did it she came within two minutes and he didn’t stop until she had come at least three times. She had never experienced anything like it, if she’d let him that’s all he would do, he’d said it to her countless times, he just liked it so much. And as he kissed over the top part of her panties she was preparing herself for what she was soon to come. He stopped though and then kissed each of her bare thighs as he continued removing her sweats. Then each of her knees and then he just removed the pants from the rest of her legs and tossed them to the side as he lowered himself onto his stomach and she spread her legs wider for him and he moaned as he kissed over her clothed pussy. His lips could already feel her arousal slightly seeping through the fabric of her underwear and as he reared back a bit he could see the damp spot more now that he had pressed the fabric closer when he kissed her. He glanced up to see her propped up on her elbows, she watched him with bated breath and he bit his lip as he brushed his thumb over where her clit was and he watched her legs tense up and her jaw drop open slightly. He added more pressure and she let out a puff of air through her mouth before she swallowed hard.

“You’re so wet for me, angel.” He hummed and she nodded, “Doesn’t take much, does it?” He teased lightly but she shook her head.

“Not with you.” She said and that certainly gave him the confidence to nuzzle his mouth and nose against her. Her fists tightened up into her bed covers in anticipation of his next move. His blunt nails raked down her inner thighs, the action covered her body in goosebumps and he smiled.

“So fucking perfect.” He hummed against her and she moaned quietly. She was so sensitive and the vibrations of his voice made a chill travel through her body.

“Baby, please.” She pleaded and he smiled and nodded. His index fingers looped into her underwear and she lifted her hips to allow him to tug them down her legs. He raised her legs off to the side to completely get them off of her. Once they were off he immediately parted her legs again and latched onto her pussy. "Oh my god..." she moaned and just dropped into the mattress which made him smile as he got to work.

She always came quickly when he went down on her, but this time she was sure that things would go even faster. The vibe of everything was different, he wanted to make her feel amazing, he wanted to get her ready and relaxed so that he could fit inside of her this time. So after he made her come with his mouth he gently introduced his fingers, he was gentle as he prodded deep into her until her legs would tense up in pleasure.

"They're-they're so deep!" she'd whimper and he'd pop off her clit for a second to tell her that she was doing so well as he curled his fingers up so that he could rub the pads of them into her g-spot and she groaned loudly and he hummed as he started to suck at her swollen, little clit again, "Oh my god, yes! Don't stop!" she mewled as her legs started to tremble as her abdominal muscles tightened up, preparing her for another orgasm.

"Come for me, baby." He said and she immediately started to wither around his fingers. Her walls pulsing erratically around him as he flicked his tongue over her clit as he worked her through it. This time he wasn't going to give her a break, while she was relaxed form her orgasm he needed to stretch her just a bit more, "Baby, gonna add another finger." he warned her and kissed her inner thigh, "Need to stretch you out a little more for me, OK?" he explained and she mumbled an acknowledgement, her body tense, "Baby, relax for me. I'm not going to hurt you." he assured and she inhaled before releasing a shaky breath and relaxing, "Good girl." he said lowly and she shivered at that and he smiled up at her as he started to rub over her folds with three fingers now. He glanced down and placed his fingers against her entrance vertically, instead of horizontally first and he looked up at her again and she nodded. Harry then started pushing them in and she gasped softly at the new stretch, her brows creased down as she tried to relax.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked and she shook her head.

"I can take it." she assured and he stopped and climbed up to her and kissed her lips slowly.

"We don't have to do this all tonight." he said and she pouted.

"I know, I just...I want you so bad." she explained in a little whine and he kissed her pouty lips.

"I do too, angel. But I don't want to hurt you. If it hurts please tell me." he said softly and she swallowed hard.

"How about we kiss while you try again?" she asked and he nodded. It helped her a lot when he was up there with her, talking to her, encouraging her. After a few more tries he was able to get in further and despite her discomfort at this new feeling she assured him to go on.

"They're halfway in, that's plenty to open you up a little more." he assured her as he pumped them in and out a few times and she nodded, "Is that OK?"

"Stings a little." she confessed.

"I'm sorry, baby. Should I stop?" he asked again and she assured him that she didn't want that.

"It's not bad, just different." she explained, her voice pinching a bit and he hummed in understanding. Three fingers was a bit thicker than his cock, so at least he knew his cock wouldn't hurt her.

"If anything bothers you or hurts please tell me." he reminded her and she nodded. He started to rub his thumb into her clit and she relaxed a little more and she whimpered softly and he hummed, "There we go." he encouraged her and she moaned a little louder now as the discomfort subsided a bit more and she started to buck her hips along with his movements, "That's it, baby, that's it." he hummed and she gasped as he got in a bit deeper.

"I'm getting close." she whined, "Wanna come around you, not your fingers." she said against his lips and he nodded.

"OK, baby.” He replied, acknowledging her request. Her hands were already wandering down the front of his hoodie and quickly were at the waistband of his shorts. Her fingers traced over the elastic, tickling his skin every now and again before wandering further down to palm and run over his erection. He sighed against her mouth as she added a bit more pressure.

“Can’t wait to feel you.” She whispered and his eye fluttered closed as he moaned. His hips shifted and rutted against her hand all on their own. He was so turned on and eager to feel her for the first time. He had been imagining it for a while and as much as he wanted to just lose himself in the moment he wanted to ensure that he remained focused and mindful of her now that he knew just how much she trusted him.

“If you keep talking like that I’m gonna last all of 30 seconds.” He mumbled against her lips as he chuckled and she grinned.

"30 seconds?!" she laughed and he nodded.

"Already gonna be pushing it with this being our first time together. Don't want to make it worse." he said and she shook her head.

"Already told you, it's us, so it's going to be wonderful and I don't care about anything else." she said and he smiled. Harry was a professional over-thinker, if he could get paid for it he would and this was a prime example of how it would start. But something he really loved and appreciated about Y/N was her ability to talk him down from it, even now, when it was one of her big firsts and he was the one getting in his head about it.

"You're right." he smiled, "Let me grab a condom." he said and she nodded. He tore off his hoodie as he made his way to the bathroom and she did the same, also getting her bra off and then leaning back.

It's not like she wasn't a bit nervous, she had heard horror stories before of people bleeding or hurting so bad they cried and those were at this very moment coming to mind, but she just took a few deep breaths and shook it off. Harry was caring and gentle with her, he was patient and even went as far as preparing her a bit for this and her want for him outweighed everything else. So when she felt his weight dip the mattress she shot up pulled him down a bit to kiss him and he moaned into it. She could hear the wrapper of the condom crinkling about as his shaky hands tried to get it open.

"Got it." he said quietly when he finally opened it and she settled herself back against a pillow. Everything Harry did was attractive, even now as he carefully rolled the condom over his shaft. She bit her lip as it seemed to be a relatively tight fight. The thicker band of latex at the end of the condom seemed to indent just a bit around his girth.

"Are you sure that fits you? It's not uncomfortable?" she asked and he chuckled.

"Yeah, baby and no, it's not. S'supposed to be a little snug, can't have it slipping off during. And if it were too tight it'd start to ride up a bit until it rolls off, so this is good." he assured her and she nodded in understanding. Well, he should know, she thought to herself. He then reached beside her and pulled down one of the pillows, "Gonna put this under your hips." he said and she arched up to him slide it under.

"What for?"

"That spot inside that you like me to reach when I use my fingers," he said, "Want to get there so you can definitely feel good." he said and she nodded as he came closer and then lowered himself over her, "You alright?" he asked quietly and she nodded, "Not nervous or anything?"

"A tiny bit, but I know you'll take good care of me." she responded and he nodded.

"I will, baby. I don't want to bombard you with questions, so if you want something different or something's not feeling comfortable or good just tell me, OK?" she nodded, "And well, inversely, if something feels really good and you like it or if you want more you can tell me too." he said with a smile, "Y'know I like to hear all your pretty sounds." he said and she smiled.

"Kiss me." she adjourned and he leaned in and molded their lips together delicately. As their kiss went on he guided her left leg over his hip, opening her up a bit more and this allowed her to feel the full weight of his cock over her vuvla. His hips started to buck against her swollen and wet pussy, they could hear how wet she was for him, "Oh..." she moaned as the tip started to nudge into her clit over and over, making her grind up against him to increase the friction until she was digging her fingernails into his biceps as her body started to tense up, "I-I'm going to come!" she gasped and he bit his lip and started rutting faster, his own body became riled up at the friction and just how easily she had been built up. With a stream of moans she was withering beneath him as his grinding slowed in pace as to not overstimulate her, "Oh my god..." she panted through a chuckle and he grinned, "Sorry, I didn't mean too."

"Well, it's better if you're this relaxed." he assured and she smiled up at him as he shifted his hips down and gently pressing forward as his tip slipped down towards the dip of her entrance. She could feel his tip just crowning at her opening and she bit her lip at the feeling. The anticipation was growing inside of her rapidly, "Is this alright?" he asked and she nodded her eyes locked on his, "Gonna start pushing in, OK?" he warned her.

"OK." she whispered, voice hitched with nerves before she glanced up to the ceiling and picking a spot to focus on. A soft touch to her cheek pulled her focus back.

"Baby, look at me." he implored and her eyes fluttered back into his, "Right at me, baby." he insisted and she took a deep breath and nodded up at him and he took that as his permission to start pushing into her and her mouth immediately fell open as he breached her entrance and she gasped, immediately tensing up at the somewhat foreign feeling. He wasn't moving or anything, just giving her time to adjust. "Are you OK?" he asked and she nodded.

"Yes, it's alright." she responded, "S'just different." she said, voice a bit strained, "Keep going." she said and he nodded and continued moving forward gently and slowly. Harry moaned at the warmth and tight fit around him as Y/N slightly hissed at the slight discomfort, but his intrusion was welcomed and everything he had done beforehand had definitely made this easier on her. The discomfort didn't last more than a few seconds; that is until he was fully sheathed inside of her and she gasped, "Oh my god!" she winced and he tightened up his jaw, fighting every instinct inside of him that begged him to start moving, "Y-you're so deep!" she whimpered and he nodded.

"I know, baby." he responded breathily.

"Does it feel good for you?" she asked and he nodded quickly.

"Yes. So fucking good. You're so good, baby." he strained out and she smiled slightly. After holding himself inside for a bit she told him to move.

Harry's thrusts were gentle and slow, this was to both of their benefits. He ended up continuing on his knees as this gave him a better range of motion and allowed him to control his thrusts better and also to let his thumb start to rub over her clit. After some moments of this she started to moan as the pleasure started to build. She felt so full and he was right, his cock was hitting that spot that made her see stars, she could feel him nudging and rubbing into it until her legs were quaking and her her breathing was ragged. Their free hands were joined and their fingers intertwined, she was squeezing his for dear life as she got closer and closer. Her back arched and her legs stiffened as the feelings started to build to impossible ranges. She felt like she would explode as the sounds of pleasure continued to pour out of her.

"A little faster. Please!" she keened and he listened, picking up his pace just a bit more. She groaned out his name as her back arched, this was exactly what she needed and it was making her vision go blurry as the pleasure started to expand through her body deliciously.

"Oh god, can feel you're getting close." he swallowed hard and she nodded, "Come for me, baby." he panted and she nodded and whimpered as the feeling started to burn through her as she cried out his name and trembled beneath him.

Harry moaned and fell forward, his mouth fell open as he breathed hard and grunted as her orgasm pushed him over the edge. Her arms hugged around his back as her legs squeezed around his hips, pulling him in closer. Their eyes met, hers all glossed over and hazy as he started to come undone. His thrusts got a bit harder and erratic as he lost all of his control as his orgasm blazed through his body. He moaned into her mouth as her nails raked down his back hard, "Oh fuck, oh fuck!" he moaned with her and then stilled deep inside of her, making her gasp as he started to spill inside the condom. Immediately, their lips met in a frantic kiss, even if they were in dire need of air, this seemed more important.

"Love you." he panted, "I love you so much." he repeated and she smiled against his lips as their eyes blinked open again, "I'm sorry, I wanted to tell you another time but-"

"I love you too, Harry." she cut him off and he smiled.

"Yeah?" he asked for reassurance and she nodded, the tears that had been welling up her eyes finally escaped and he reached up with one of his hands to wipe them away. He was starting to soften up and he decided to stay inside until he was softer to avoid any further discomfort for her, "Are you OK? Was that alright for you?" he asked cautiously and she nodded.

"It was good." she smiled, "Really good. Best I ever had." she joked and he giggled and shook his head. "Thank you for making it good for me and checking on me." she said, "And you had nothing to worry about, you lasted." she said and he laughed softly.

"That was five minutes at most." he said and she looked shocked, "But thank you for the confidence boost." he said with a grin and she kissed his lips again.

"No way... So what's the usual time you...go for?" she asked and he chuckled.

"At least fifteen minutes or twenty minutes. On a really good day." he said with a chuckle.

"That's a long time!" she gasped.

"It's... respectable." he said and she giggled.

"Well, whatever it is I can't wait to try more things with you, baby." she smiled and he grinned upon hearing this from her.

"I can't either. Thank you for trusting me with this, I'm happy it was me." he said quietly and she smiled up at him before they kissed for a bit more until he was able to pull out of her without too much discomfort on her end.

Harry then made sure to clean her up with a nice warm rag and brought her some water and helped her get dressed before they settled into bed. They were cuddled close together as his hands caressed her body soothingly as she curled into his chest. She felt so good, she couldn't stop smiling as she started to doze off as he played with her hair. Her vision was blurring as she succumbed to the warmth he provided her and the last thing she heard before giving in to her exhaustion was a whispered "I love you" that carried into her dreams of him and everything that they could be.

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A/N: too many au fantasy fics where Jordan is the fine ass neighborhood weedman consume me lately. Someone help! 😭 Also, I hope its clear when I refer to J as they or he and she. They when I or a character is vaguely talking about them in general; he or she to help differentiate between their ability to transition or whoever your being intimate with at the time. I hope that makes sense. Just wanted to put my own flavor on my stories but still respect the proper pronouns. I'd love feedback on my Jordan li fics. And please remember, these fics can take a long time to write so pretty please don't flag them as your content consumption is your responsibility. Anyway enjoy!

I step out my brand new stark white BMW, rolling my narrowed eyes as I scan the immediate vicinity. Not payin no mind to the group of dudes starin my way a few cars down, I realize Jordans ass aint nowhere to be found. Too many times over the years of em bein my connect, this mf done made me walk up them damn rickety stairs to grab my sack when they lyin ass specifically promised to be in the lot.

I'm already inna rush to get to my date with Dre. That's why was tryna get a little relaxation; I really didn't wanna show up all tense and hit him with all this attitude at once. A little me time to calm my nerves would do my ass some good after this nightmarish day. And maybe if the date goes well enough, Andre could gimme a hand with that too. Though its impossible to deny if the plug wasn't such a fuck boy, I'd be tryin to give them this work instead. But in no way am I finna compete with any of the hoes on their team.

Bending to reach into my ride, I snatch my cell from the cup holder and slam my car door. My nails click clack across the screen as I text Jordan. I'm already teetering on the edge of insanity so I'm not in the mood to be late or deal with their cocky ass attitude. This was so not supposed to be one of my usual pick ups that lasted over half an hour cause of their antics.

Me: you told me you'd be in the lot when I pulled up.

Not more than 10 seconds go by before I get a response.

This Fuckin Guy: my bad cutie, jus cum up here.

Me: i already let you know I had plans and to be down here this time.

This Fuckin Guy: ik but I had to serve last min. damn.

I roll my eyes as I read the word 'serve'. Yeah, they probably up there servin some lil bitch on her back. For some reason that thought got me on 10.

Me: cus you always wastin my time boy. but fine, i'm comin up.

Me: and my shit better be ready too.

This Fuckin Guy: whatchu need again?

This Fuckin Guy: nvm, Daddy knows exactly what you need..

This Fuckin Guy:

Nibbling my bottom lip softly, I stare at the pic of they fine ass way longer than I'd ever admit to em. Fuck, they just don't realize how many times I've woken up from random scenes of them starin at me like that before diggin me out. Panties and sheets be so fuckin drenched with my juices when I slid my fingers between my lower lips and replayed em back in my mind over and over.

It's so fuckin Jordan to be on standby waitin for some snarky ass remark back, I'm sure of it. But I dont give them the satisfaction, continuing to climb the stairs carefully in my dainty heels.

And I'm absolutely proud of the way I ignore the pounding and slick building between my thighs as I head up the last step and briskly walk to Jordan's apt. Damn I feel a bit pathetic from gettin so horny from a photo that wasn't even a shirtless, nude or dick pic.

I don't even get a chance to knock on the door as an attractive slim blonde with a messy bun and black skin tight leggings opens it. Her expression a bit shocked at first as we briefly stare at each other before she gives me a small smile and quickly walks towards the staircase. Of fuckin course they have some damn bimbo on her way out as I'm coming up. Typical fuckin Jordan. Can't even deny the girl was kinda bad though; that lil fact gone get Jordan popped fa sho.

"Really? Tryna fuck me right after you jus slid in sumn? Nasty ass.." I throw insults at them as soon as I step inside, slamming the door in hopes the lil hoe hears.

"Fuck you on about now?" Jordan's voice is bored from her spot on the couch as she rolls up, not even bothering to look my way.

"I'm speakin on the fact that you tryna hit right now but you got some broad leavin as I'm comin up. Like, the fuck?"

These hands rated E for everyone and they know that. I put a hand on my curvy hip and stare em down. Smoke is finna start steamin out my ears at Jordan's nonchalant behavior. Walkin up to the couch I flop down on the opposite side, full lips pressed into a thin line. Unfortunately my gaze melts more into eye fucking than the daggers I was jus hittin em with as I notice how attractive they are, so damn focused rollin the perfect blunt.

"I ain't fuck her." Tone of voice resembling one to use with a child; clearly she think I'm playin.

I follow the line the tip of her tongue makes as she finishes rolling the blunt. Damn, how I need to feel them doing that allover my fuckin body. I pray Jo ain't got super senses too, like I would just die inside if she could actually smell how wet I was for them right now.

"That right? Then why shawty hair was messy? And why you lookin relaxed as fuck, like you just took a load off? Talkin bout literally.."

"Ion know.. Why you ain't ask her? Told you, I had a order. And maybe I'm calm cause I'm always chill. You needa relax too, princess. Let's smoke."

Always tryna smoke ass; not sure how there's ever any left for them to sell. I roll my eyes at her slick ass, leaning back and folding my arms. Jordan finally looks up at me, dark brown eyes trailin down my frame slowly as she openly ogles my fit.

"Spark it then. But I can't stay long. I told you: I got plans tonight."

"Yeah, you said that. But you ain't say what you got planned the night."

"Cause that's nun ya concern-" my mouth is quick to slam shut at the penetrating stare I get before I can finish my thought.

I've seen that look before; would kill for a view of it while Jordan digs me out actually. (I almost whimper out loud as I envision just that. ) My attitude is immediately extinguished as she checks me without a sayin a fuckin word. She holds my gaze for a few seconds before casting her gaze back down, givin the blunt one last light lick. Clearly amused and feelin triumphant with how I'm put in my place, she openly grins. The silence only lasts half a minute be I speak again.

"Gotta date tonight." I say quietly, absolutely hating myself for how weak my voice comes out.

I expect another death stare but only receive a frown and flared nostrils as Jordan continues to look down. And then more silence. So I speak up again.

"You mad?" Tone a bit stronger this time.

That gets me someneye contact.

"The fuck you think?"

"Well, you shouldn't be since you just-"

"Why you so worried if I'm fuckin when you clearly tryna get ran through tonight?"

The question is like a whip across the face. My cheeks heat as shame flushes through me. My mouth open and closes a few times, struggling to respond. Jordan waits for my response with a confident smirk, transitioning before pulling in a big hit.

"I'm not- I.. That's not why-"

I'm interrupted as he leans over to my side of the couch, grabbing my neck and pulling me in. Sexy ass taking advantage of my lips parting in shock at his grip to blow smoke into my mouth. I take it in without a thought, immediately becoming pliant for him as I inhale. It feels so fucking intimate I want more in an instant.

"Who's the date with?" His fine ass asks me softly, hand still lightly grasping my throat. His thumb rubs my skin there lightly as he takes this moment to assess my fit again.

"Andre." I answer on an exhale, mesmerized by the way he licks at his pretty pink bottom lip.

That makes him pop his gaze back to me, his hold a bit firmer as he reconnects with my y/e/c eyes.

"You not fuckin goin, ma. We clear."

"We're clear."

My response is instantaneous and I have no idea who've I've become in this moment. What I am painfully aware is that he's gettin hard, silver basketball shorts doin nothing to hide his yummy fuckin girth.

Clearly my pussy is way more interested in gettin piped by Jordan than Dre; our close proximity has my desperate empty cunt clenching nonstop. I feel like I'll combust if they don't touch me soon.

"What a good fuckin girl you can be. Who knew?"

The praise has the softest of sounds bubbling from my lips as he takes a longer drag, leanin forward to give me another hit. Since this one's bigger, it has my mind a bit hazy as I exhale. I close my eyes, arms droppin to my lap as I enjoy the high and his big palms wrapped around my neck. A shiver of arousal runs through my frame as he moves to whisper at my ear.

"You like when I tell you how good you are for me? Cause you are honey." I moan an affirming 'mm hm' as Jordan licks and kisses at the sensitive spot behind my lobe. "In fact, can fuck my good girl like she need. Is that what you want? Huh? Itchin for Daddy to slide in them guts? I can.. And I will princess. Gonna get that lil pussy creamin round my cock in no time."

I should be shamed in how my head nods rapidly without my permission, mouth opening to say yes but moaning like a whore instead. I'm completely in shambles, loving the way my welcoming high enhances my craving for his cock.

"Lay back then. Show me how pretty that pussy is." He demands, releasing me and gesturing to the carpet with one hand as he takes a hit and sets the blunt down in the ashtray with the other.

Normally I would at least try to be sensual, make a show of it but I'm too tense right now. I don't even bother to undress as I lay on my back as quick as I can manage, swiftly slippin of my heels and throwing them aside. I'm so thankful for the access the deep slits my fit provides. I only need to spread my thighs and pull my salmon colored thong to the side.

"Damn that lil kitty.. So beautiful, look how she flutters at me baby. Think she want Daddy to come play in it."

Those dirty words make me hungry; fuckin pulsating at how he talks to me. I watch lustfully at the way Jordan stands and strips to his snug black boxer briefs. He smiles at me like he knows something I don't. Get goosebumps from how he stares down at me like he wants to wreck me.

I'm salivating when he pulls his long cock out through the opening and starts shows off. He strokes from tip to the base slowly, starin between my legs like hes inna trance. Dark brown eyes intently focused on the way wetness starts to stream from my slit to my juicy brown ass. I'm so jealous of the way he milks drops of precum on every upward stroke, consistent little grunts of pleasure spilling from him; I want that pleasure.

"Come on Daddy, I'm so ready for it." I goad him.

"Mmm. Fuckin lil slut for me know that?" He groans as he gets on his knees between my legs.

"Yeeees, I knooow." I moan out to his fine ass. "Wish you'd do somethin bout it already."

Grippin the base of his dick, he swipes back and forth through the excess moisture leakin from my slit while grabbing the blunt to take another hit.

"Aight, bet. Legs: shoulders."

I stall for just a moment at his simple request before obeying, setting an ankle at each of his shoulders slowly. My tummy clenches at the thought of the deep fuck I'm about to receive.

Jordan grunts lowly, slidin through once more before slappin my clit thrice with his twitching length. My wails are fuckin thunderous, dramatic ass fuck as an intense sensation swirls in my pulsing cunt. Too damn sensitive, soggy little button throbbing ferociously, I miss the descent of his cock to my drenched hole as the sensations flow throughout my overwhelmed frame.

"Damn you so noisy, baby. Ooooh fuck, Daddy gone enjoy this shit."

He moves forward, tip of his dick pushing at my opening as I groan in absolute peril at his thickness. Gripping and yanking at the plush carpet, breath punching out as his mean ass pulls back and thrusts into me sharply. The deep rumbling moan in his chest has a warmth lickin up my spine as my lil puss struggles to strangle the first few inches of his fat cock.

"Waitwaitwait. Pleeease Jo, please! Sobig, too much. Juswait, juswait.." I whine, releasing the carpet to slap and push at his toned chest and abs.

"No." Jordan snaps, snatching my wrists together and bringing the blunt back to his lips with his free hand.

"Do what you need to take this dick cept that. Do that shit again and it's up." He says, thick smoke billowing from his nose as he gazes at me ferally.

His pace to start is fuckin lethal. I'm already cock drunk when he pulls out and stabs in half way repeatedly, hastily dropping the blunt back in the ashtray. My toes curl at the feeling of him fucking me so roughly. Each thrust gives way for the next, helps make me even slicker so he can slide in further. It's happening too quick, he's digging me out faster than I can breathe. My freshly waxed eyebrows pull together as I yank at his grip on my wrists.

"Oooh shit, that feels sooo good. Yeeees, y/n. Can't believe I'm in these guts. Mmmmfuck, don't fight it. You wanted this shit, right?" He asks, serving me powerful precise jabs.

I realize now that my lids are shut tight, eyes rolled back; my mouth open wide as I sob at the intense fucking I'm receiving. For the sake of satisfying him I offer two jerky nods to his question, pussy walls fluctuating sporadically around his prick.

"Not even in all th-the way. Gone let me all the way inside ma?"

I wish I could've stopped the involuntary 'nooooo' that I moan but at this point my brain is becoming mush. It should be illegal for how fast Jordans reduced me to an incoherent mess.

"Ahhhhh y/n, thas not nice. Why you so mean to me all the time?"

Jordan's teasing damn near falls on deaf ears as he takes my right ankle and adds it with the other. Freeing my wrists he places a thumb on my clit and rubs quickly, holding both legs over his left shoulder. My hands quickly find their place back into the carpet, yanking handfuls as he sadistically unravels me with pure amusement on his face.

It's a surprise I don't deafen us both with the shrieks being forced from me. His frenzied pace increases as he spears me over and over, staring intently at the way I take his cock. My orgasm is so dangerously fuckin close to the surface and I hope he's ready.

"Oooh my go- shit! Ain't neva had a pussy so tight, so fuckin weeeet round my shit. Gone let me keep her all to myself? Huh ma?"

"Yesyesyesyes!"

My crazed chants is the best I can do at this moment as he molds the shape of his dick to my walls. Overwhelmed and overstimulated would be an understatement; finna have me gushin his dick in under 5 and that's a fuckin record for me.

"Good giirrrl, pretty. Ah, ah, this- aahhh God.. This my pussy now y/n. You mine now. Got it?"

Fuck me all these questions don't help my scrambled mind. This a fuckin quiz or something? My response is a garbled jumbled mess of high pitched keens.

"I said do you fuckin understand?" He growls out with one brow raised, passionately drilling my pussy faster.

"YesJo, yeeees! 'M sorry, 'm sorry. SosorryDaddy- please!" I keen in hopes of some type of mercy.

But I get none. Tears track done my cheeks like a heavy rain on a stormy night from being subjugated to this all-consuming pleasure.

"Awww, you look so cute when you cry on my dick baby. Thas it, take it just like that for me. Uhhhfuck, gonna give my perfect princess a big ass nut. Know you want it too y/n; gonna make you leak wit it."

Thanks to his persistence he actually slides into the hilt. I wonder if he can see his long fat cock in my tummy. He's so fuckin big that I wouldn't be surprised. A chuckle reaches my ears as I feel the dam about to burst.

"Mmmm.. Naw ma, wish I could see my fuckin dick in ya tummy-"

Christ, I didn't even know I was voicing my fried ass thoughts. Such a fuckin shame it's at that moment I come and unfortunately miss the rest of his sentence. My cunt compresses the dick that's hell bent on unraveling me from the inside out. The pleasure spikes and my back arches as I fight to accept it. I shake like a leaf as he fucks me fiercely, fingers speeding on my beating little button. A clear stream splatters against his lower body as he praises my efforts.

"Did so good for meeeee, ah ah ah fuck! Mmm, hell yeah y/n! Pleeease gimme my reward! Earned it didn't I? Need it so bad, so fuckin bad! Cuuum baby! Good girl, good girl! GOOD. FUCKIN GIRL!"

I give him two more squirts as he punctuates his words with searingly deep stabs before a heavy warmth blooms in my achy abused little puss. Fuck me, the sensation of Jordan filling my cunt like he owns me is addicting; so damn soothing to the battering I just received. Almost feels like a soothing balm applied to a sore limb. And God damn if he ain't so damn loud as he comes to his end, complementing my poor over used lil puss over and over.

He ceases rubbing my clit to grip both of my legs in a bear hug and creampie me till his nut begins to leak out generously from around his dick. Daddy leaves kisses up and down my calves and legs as he roars out the last of his pleasure. Wish I could snap a pic of the way he tosses his head back before dropping it forward, puffing out heavy grunts of my name; his hips giving stuttering circles as he drains the last bit of his cream into me.

Finally, I'm able to gulp in some air as he hips halt their sweet torture, both of us huffing like we just finished a marathon. Jordan sits back on his haunches, palms sliding down to pull my ass into his lap with both hands. He stays just like that, big dick slowly beginning to soften within me. Daddy looks so fuckin handsome: so damn flushed and sweaty, long damp strands of hair fall into his face; pretty eyes low from smoking and all the work he just put in as he gazes at me with a endearing expression. I press a shaky hand to his chest, feeling his heart race just as fast as mine.

"Get what you need, ma?" He asks, smile dazzling the fuck outta me.

"Yes Daddy."

#jordan li x you #jordan li x reader #jordan li x y/n #jordan li #black reader #all readers #black fanfiction #smut #daddy k!nk #creamp!e #dirty talk #submisive and breedable #derek luh #Spotify

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elvisabutler · 1 year

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teddy bear

summary: you and elvis enjoying a morning wake up routine. fandom: elvis presley | elvis ( 2022 ) rating: t just for a brief implication of future and past sexual activities pairing: big daddy elvis presley x plus sized female reader ( but honestly, can be read gender neutral, but i mention bosoms ) word count: 924 warnings: big daddy elvis. mentions of names regarding weight ( pig, cow, etc ). use of the word fluffy instead of fat. author’s note: i'm not actually tagging anyone in this because it's so self indulgent on my part that i'm just doing the normal tumblr tags and running away because i just want to wake up to big daddy and be each other's damn teddy bears. because listen i weigh more than elvis did at his death supposedly and the man can still crush me with his half a damn foot on my ass. also the pics in the moodboard are not meant to betray skin color of the reader. only the size.

There's something ironic you think about how once upon a time when Elvis was svelte with that Southern good ol boy charm he sang about wanting to be your teddy bear. The you at that time might have been every female in the entire world but nowadays it's mostly just you. Mostly just you and him in bed in Las Vegas or on the Lisa Marie or any number of places. It's mostly just you and him and his need to stay up contrasting with your scandalous love affair with sleep. One night you realized the trick, or at least a trick to get your fiance to sleep was to sing that song at him. You're not him when it comes to being a vocal powerhouse, things sounding raspier than they have any right to but it gets the job done. Sometimes it ends in a roll among your shared sheets but more and more it just ends in him snuggling up to your ample bosom and listening to your heart beat a steady thump thump thump for the man you love. Other nights he lulls you to sleep with a whispered version of the song, smirking as he tells you to put a chain around his neck before you swat him on his behind that puts your own to shame sometimes. Those nights end with your head on his chest, playing with his chest hair as you listen to the steady thump thump thump of his heart that beats only for you and his daughter.

The thing is these nights always have to end. The two of you can't stay in a cocoon of heartbeats and warm blankets. He has to get ready to sing his heart out and you have to do your own thing. You're usually the one who wakes up first, arms and legs tangled together with a man who's about as fluffy- a term you will always use to describe him because enough people call him fat- as you are, cushioned from the world and every horror that might await the pair of you. Every problem, every set of words designed to injure both you and him are kept at bay when you stay in the bed.

You feel his eyes and hear the subtle uptick in his heartbeat that signals that he's awake before you hear the growl of his early morning voice. "Too early to be up, darlin'. Go back t' sleep."

A laugh leaves your lips. It's a gruff sort of thing but it makes Elvis smile hearing it when he first wakes up. It reminds him who's here on his chest. It reminds him who helps him sleep at night and who helps him get up in the morning when things ache. "if I didn't see the sun shining brightly even though the curtains I'd believe you, baby. Time to get up. We have a lot of things to do. Last day before we can head to Graceland. Gotta give them a good show, Elvis."

His eyes, heavy and lidded with sleep widen just a bit before he pulls you closer to him, clinging to the last vestiges of sleep and relaxation with a world that's just you and him. "Could cancel. Wouldn't be the first time."

You know unless Elvis truly can't perform that he would never cancel a date and yet you have to pull your head back from him a little and raise your eyebrow at the comment. "You wouldn't. Not after the last cancelled show."

The last cancelled show where the press had ripped him to shreds and where pictures of the two of you were plastered across the papers painting him as a portly pig and you as his little cow. Nevermind that you're certain your fiance could snap a number of men in half from his strength that hid underneath the extra padding. The extra fluff for you to kiss and squeeze. You feel Elvis's large hand against the back of your neck and you can't help but mirror the movement, placing your own hand on the back of his neck. You think he's going in for a proper kiss but he just nuzzles your nose. It makes you scrunch up your face before you force yourself to roll on top of him, straddling his thick thighs between your own thick thighs. His groan has you giggling a little sinisterly.

"I wouldn't, but wit' ya straddlin' me like 'm a prize bull, ain't sure I got a choice." His hands move to cup your ass and squeeze before pulling you somehow closer. "Think maybe ya might be able to give me the right incentive."

Your answer is a solemn nod while you try and keep an eye on Elvis's body, trying to see just what he has planned only to realize you don't even feel his thighs flexing. It allows you to relax. "That so, you want to-" Your words get cut off with a yelp as Elvis manages to gracefully flip the two of you, his body pressing down against you, pushing you into the bed as much as he can. You're not like some of his other girlfriends but it almost makes the way your own weight bends and shrinks when presented with his own that makes his body pressed up against yours. Your hips buck up only to be met with his solid weight that refuses to move.

"Ten more minutes 'n 'll show ya."

You don't leave the room for another half an hour.

#big daddy elvis #elvis presely #elvis presley x reader #big daddy elvis fanfiction #elvis x reader #elvis presley x you #elvis presley x y/n #elvis presley fanfic #elvis presley fanfiction #elvis presley fluff #ally writes

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subskz · 1 year

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Rin.... Rin, I crave violence

I saw these and your girl got the most heinous thoughts bouncing around in the head.

Cabin, Snow, There's Only One Bed, Accidental Confession, & Sex. Are you following?

I hope so.

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Picture it: You, Channie, and Co. have decided to stay at a cabin in the woods for a couple of days in winter (see Channie's outfit up above) and as everyone else goes off to have fun in the snow, (I've grown to dislike the snow after having multiple snow days back to back bc I don't get snow often; Ms. Pink was nawt having it) you two decide to hang back

So you two kinda just shrug it off and try to stay preoccupied while by yourselves

And maybe that involves a game or two here and there, music stuff, cooking and things don't get heated until you two make a bet that you, just so happen to, win.

That bet? The other has to do whatever the other says until the others get back.

And you can't help but notice how eager he is to follow your directions and orders; or how he starts to act cuter around you and pouty when feeling a skosh playful.

So maybe you ask for a kiss to gauge his reaction; ofc Channie is malfunctioning so you're all like "jk jk im totally not-" then BOOM! A big ole smooch is what you get.

And then, he's like "omg oh god im so sorry" then you kiss him and he can't help but moan at it (perv Channie?... oh that's something i will be back abt, mark that down)

N e ways, let's talk abt sex now

Chan and his babyboy-isms seem to just increase tenfold; pouty, whiney, all flushed, wanting physical contact, oral fixation all on 10.

And, him being a service top, he is so hellbent on pleasing you. But he's also been dealing with this huge crush on you, so when he finally enters you, he swears he's entering the 5th dimension.

But also instantly blurts out that he has feelings for you... whoops. Can't help it, unfortunately; another victim of being brain mush as soon as he gets off :(

Give him a kiss on his lips and nose and tell him how you feel and help guide him; poor pup is just too into his subspace to even form coherent sentences anymore and probably too preoccupied with sucking on your fingers or chest 🤷‍♀️

Now, afterglow and post-orgasm clarity is such a real thing (it's happened once to me but i had the munchies like fucking crazy so it didn't last lmao) so Channie is embarrassed when he realized that he involuntarily confessed like that.

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Sorry for the word vomit; currently half past 11pm and I've been sipping on black tea all-day so... :) 3rd eye is just working over time.

Also, I called a specific Hyunjin look back in 2021, so Pink is just Clairvoyant when it comes to Hyunjin specifically (it's bc we're both Pisces)

the fact that these pics led to this stroke of genius from you…put channie in a sweater n suspenders more often bc i’m actually gonna lose my mind over how much i love this 😵‍💫 him pining after you…simultaneously so shy but so eager…the desperate need to please you…the way he goes dumb the moment he’s inside you…blurting out his confession…it has all the elements of a perfect channie concept

HAHA yes let’s settle for the romantic atmosphere inside the cabin away from the snow…maybe even w a warm fire crackling to really set the mood ♡ channie being his sweet good-natured lil self and listening to everything you say without question…the thought of him getting playful at some point and pretending to disobey you w a cheeky dimpled grin…pure devastation. he’d look so adorably proud of himself it’s almost enough to let it slide, but you don’t even get the chance before he takes it back w a giggle and follows your order anyway 🥰

his heart-shaped lips look extra red and kissable bc of the cold who could resist <3 and god the way he’d just lean completely into that sweet, unbashedly needy side of himself once he sees how much you like it…the epitome of baby boy w the way he clings to you and nuzzles into your chest and starts to whine if he can’t feel your touch for even a moment. and nothing on earth makes me crazier than the idea of channie’s mind going blank the moment he feels you around him…suddenly he’s lost and clueless and needs you to direct him to do every little thing so he can satisfy you properly ❤️‍🔥 he may not be able to think for himself but he still carries out all your orders like a good boy! and ofc when his emotions are running so high and his head is so scrambled from the pleasure, he can’t help but babble on abt how much he loves you in a way that’ll have him absolutely mortified when that giddy haze finally wears off~

no need to apologize as u can see this resonated w me very much hehe ^_^ you and hyune really have some kind of piscean psychic link that no one else can comprehend i’ll look forward to what you predict next 😼

#‘anyways let’s talk abt sex now’ took me OUT 😭#this couldnt have come at a better time too bc the sleepy voice msgs channie has been sending on bbl…#speaking so cutely and giggling and making lil noises and getting shy and talking in third person…he’s such a baby #esp how he said ‘if u have nothing else to do please put channie to sleep’ ㅠㅠ #ask #pink #long post #💌 channie

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blackhairedjjun · 10 months

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flowers of every color | writer's behind the scenes!

some stuff about my writing process for the fic! be warned that if you haven't caught up yet, there are spoilers

tagging people who liked and/or replied my interest check post: @agustdiv1ne @mazeinthemoon @txtistheloml @kyaneosprincess @teletubbiesssss @banggyu0308

these are pretty long so i'm putting them behind a read-more hehe

story planning:

while we've gotten plenty of yeonjun in prince outfits over the years, the main inspiration for this fic is yeonjun's opening outfit in act: sweet mirage! i saw that and was like "oh man he would be SO DASHING as a prince 😍" and just went from there

if you've been here from the start, you might know that i didn't originally plan make a series! i just word-vomited the first chapter (well, what became the first chapter) directly into tumblr's post editor because the thought of prince!yeonjun wouldn't leave me alone, especially after seeing a few other prince/commoner and prince/servant fics floating around lol. chapter 1 is also the only chapter made using tumblr's legacy editor rather than their new one (which is also why the cover pics are one big edited photo and not 3 separate photos, i couldn't figure out how to get 3 photos to line up in the legacy editor).

i honestly did not expect people to read chapter 1 but they did!! and they liked the idea!! plus even after writing chapter 1 i STILL couldn't get the idea out of my head so i decided to write it as a full story. i've written plenty of oneshots before under my (non-kpop) ao3 account, but this is my first multichapter series! so i opened google docs and made a quick outline of the story's main events.

the original outline for foec had 6 chapters + 2 endings, but as i wrote the story, i realized that more detail and scenes were needed than what i initially outlined! chapters 3 and 4 (ball preparations + the ball / gazebo dance scene) were supposed to be one chapter. chapters 5 and 6 (y/n hanging out with the chois + getting caught + punishment + intro of arranged marriage) were also supposed to be one chapter. chapters 7-9 (end of friendship, reconciling with soogyu, y/n & beomgyu talk) were also supposed to be one chapter!

i actually started writing the bad ending first before the good ending -- my reasoning was that if i were the reader, i would want to save the good ending for last so that i could end the series on a positive note. i was very surprised when people voted for the good ending first in the poll LMAO also as far as i'm concerned, both endings are canon in a "branching timeline" kind of way. they are both the real ending! i do have a soft spot for the good ending but also i love angst too much to not write a bad ending haha.

honestly most of the story beats from my original outline made it into the final fic! the biggest change has to do with queen hwayoung's and princess ajin's roles in the story (more on that below).

character notes:

when i was first brainstorming i really wanted to include both taehyun and hueningkai in the story as well, but i struggle with writing ensemble casts and choi line + y/n (+ the supporting characters in the castle) were already enough for me to handle. soobin and beomgyu were the easiest for me to incorporate into the story since they have the same last name and i could go "oh in this universe they're part of the same royal house hence the same last name" HAHA. i do imagine that the house of choi princes are also friends with tyunning (kai does get alluded to in chapter 9), but they're off doing their own adventures.

some of little moments in the fic were inspired by actual things txt have done in variety shows! yeonjun, y/n, soobin, and beomgyu playing cards in chapter 5 is based off to do ep. 53 where they also play cards. soogyu playing badminton in chapter 8 is inspired by gbgb era idol human theater where they played a little badminton by the pool. and there are a lot more small character quirks that are inspired by gifs or fancams i've seen of them haha.

queen hwayoung and princess ajin were originally not supposed to be part of the story! my original idea was the have the arranged marriage subplot be heard secondhand by through advisers so that it feels like an invisible force pulling yeonjun away from y/n. but i needed to make the threat of the arranged marriage stronger and ended up writing the scene with queen hwayoung in it for chapter 6.

princess ajin especially was a late addition -- originally she was never supposed to appear at all, never visiting the castle and only speaking through her mom / royal advisors, so there was that threat of yeonjun being married off to someone he's never even met. but after looking through the feedback of chapter 6 i realized that i kinda-sorta accidentally made setup for her oops. people were wondering what she'd be like, and it would feel too anticlimactic to never have her appear in the story, so i wrote her in. which i don't regret because i did enjoy writing her big scene in chapter 10!

speaking of which: a friend of mine asked what happens to princess ajin, and honestly i wanted to give her proper closure too! but i couldn't find a way to fit it into the story in a way that felt natural. if you ask me though, she gains some level of political independence from her mom (represented by her visiting the castle in the good ending). she still marries for political reasons, to a prince or nobleman who is also in it for the politics, and at first they treat their marriage as a business partnership. eventually they grow close and form a devoted "i'd do anything for you" bond -- not necessarily romantic in nature, but caring in its own way. (i'm describing a queerplatonic relationship basically)

tbh i don't have the energy to write another multichapter right now, but i would love to see spinoff fics for soobin and beomgyu or even taehyun and kai as princes in their own kingdoms! so if you're reading this and you want to do it, you have my blessing <3

flower notes:

while some chapter titles were planned around a specific flower representing the events & progression of the story, others were not (because of the chapter splits i talked about earlier) and i just chose whatever flower was in it lol. the planned chapter title flowers are: yellow roses (ch2), pink roses (ch4), sunflowers (ch5), striped carnations (ch7) , purple hyacinths (ch9), red roses (ch10), daffodils (GE), and white lilies (BE). the unplanned title flowers are: irises (ch1), lilies of the valley (ch3), red and purple zinnias (ch6), sweet peas (ch8).

i mostly used this website as a reference for the language of flowers, BUT i also double check with one or two other websites to make sure i'm getting an established flower meaning and not something made up! when i started fic planning i made a list of flowers with meanings that fit the main story beats and character progressions, then picked the ones with the most established meanings (i.e. supported by multiple "language of flowers" websites) and/or the ones that were appropriate for the growing season.

even though i wrote a disclaimer not to pay attention to botanical accuracy re: seasonal flowering times, i originally envisioned the fic to take place over the spring. then when it got longer, i imagined it taking place over spring and summer, so i tried (keyword: tried) to choose seasonally appropriate flowers or flowers that bloom year-round. this is hard for me because i live in a tropical country. i have never seen a lot of these flowers in person because they don't grow in the climate here, and i have no idea what a four-season year feels like. so i decided not to put time-of-year markers in the fic and leave the season ambiguous, and added that disclaimer about the flowers' accuracy.

an example of this: chapter 9 is named after purple hyacinths. i first decided on this back when the story was only supposed to take place during the spring, since hyacinths are a spring flower. i considered naming it after hydrangeas because they mean something like "thank you for understanding" (i.e. y/n going "thank you for understanding what a hard position i'm in" to yeonjun), and also because they're one of my favorite flowers. but i wasn't sure about their seasonal appropriateness since some sources said that they bloom during early summer so i changed it to hyacinths. BUT THEN the fic got long and i started imagining that the later chapters take place in the summer SO the hyacinths ended up being seasonally inappropriate after all! and hydrangeas would have been more appropriate! especially since txt literally has a song called hydrangea love out aarghhh noooo but anyway it is what it is

other flowers that didn't make the cut + their meanings: sweet william (gallantry), alstroemeria (friendship or devotion), freesia (friendship, thoughtfulness), white tulips (forgiveness, consideration, respect), thyme (courage, strength)

other notes:

the key lime pie in chapter 6 is based on a real pie that i ate at my friend's house when i visited her there and i thought it was the most delicious thing i have ever eaten. in the original draft it was a lemon tart!

i wanted to keep this series strictly sfw, but i did consider making both the good and bad endings have suggestive, fade-to-black scenes. for the good ending, the suggestive part would have involved y/n in yeonjun's room the night after their speech / before waking up together. for the bad ending, it would have happened when yeonjun visits y/n's quarters. i didn't write them bc i... am not good with anything suggestive or nsfw klsadjfklasjd

I COMPLETELY FORGOT BUT Y/N'S FATHER WAS ALSO IN THE AUDIENCE FOR THEIR SPEECH IN THE GOOD ENDING... i have no excuse for not writing him in other than I Forgot. i am so sorry but please imagine he was there

that's all i can think of for now! if you have other questions about foec or my writing process please please feel free to reply to this post or send an ask <3

#bhj rambles #fic:flowers of every color

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gamesbyalbie · 1 month

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The Cursed Journey

PART 3: DEMIGHOST

SIX YEARS AGO

"Ody?"

I looked up from my phone. An astoundingly handsome stranger was standing there, smiling at me.

"Uh, yes?"

"Hey." He waved cheekily. "It's Min-joon." Holy shit, I thought. That's Min-joon? "You know," he continued. "Bidisaster."

"No, y—yeah." I stuttered. "Of course it's you. Wow. Hi!"

He took the seat next to mine. "How are you?"

"Good. Tired, but good. You?"

Min-joon took a deep breath, exhaling like someone who'd been holding their breath for several weeks. "I'm great!" He replied, somewhat unconvincingly. "Also tired, but no major complaints."

There was a moment of silence as we took each other in, but—even back then—it didn't feel awkward. I don't know exactly what he was thinking, but my brain was struggling to connect this physical body to the virtual friend I knew so well. "Feels kind of wild, finally putting a face to the text."

"Yeah," he brushed his hair back out of his face. "Hopefully good though. It looked like I startled you for a second there."

"Oh, no. Not at all."

"What was this then?" He imitated my stunned face.

"That... that was just—"

The bartender slid down, interrupting our conversation and giving me a moment to think. "Evening, sir. Anything I can get for you?"

"Tonic with lime for now, please."

"Right away."

"Thanks." Min-joon turned back to me. "Sorry. You were saying?"

"This might sound strange and I'm hoping it's not too weird to say, but..." I paused, laughing awkwardly. A smile spread across Min-joon's face. "I just thought you'd look different."

"Really? How? My profile picture is a picture of me."

"Yeah, but I didn't think that was actually a pic of you."

"What do you mean?" He laughed lightly.

"Lots of people online use pics of other people for their profiles. I thought yours was a pic of some idol or something."

"So, I look like an idol?" He smirked. "Is that what you're saying?"

"I didn't say those words exactly." I blushed. "You know how you look."

"Oh. Do I?" He raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "Well, you don't look like a ghost wearing clown makeup."

"No, that's how I normally look but I changed before coming here. Thought this would be more appropriate."

"Shame," he snapped and frowned playfully. "I was really hoping to see you in your natural state." I chuckled. "But seriously, you didn't know what I looked like?" I shook my head and took a sip of my drink. "Wow. Well, I hope this isn't a retroactive breach of trust, but I looked you up the moment you gave me your full name. Hope that's okay."

"It is. I don't mind at all." I answered honestly. "I tried to look you up too, but I couldn't find anything."

"Oof. I guess you are easier to find, Mx. Big Time Book Reviewer." I rolled my eyes at that. "Speaking of which, how's the convention treating you?"

There's a good chance that was the last thing in the world I wanted to talk about. "You know it's... fine."

"Just fine?"

"Yeah, just fine. It's a little—I don't know." I shrugged. "Disheartening?" All day I'd talk to people living the life I dreamed of—writers who would go on and on about how much they loved what they did, how being an author was the most satisfying job they could imagine. Meanwhile, I was stuck interviewing them, bored out of my fucking mind.

I tossed my hair behind my shoulder—it was a lot longer then—and started massaging my temples. "The longer I write for Biblio, the more I regret majoring in journalism. Like, I cannot do this for the rest of my life."

"You won't." Min-joon looked at me sympathetically. "I have faith in you."

"Thanks. Anyways." I was eager to change the subject. "How's your internship going?"

"Mmh." He made a face that immediately screamed 'Not well.'

"That bad?" I asked.

"Well, it's like what you said. The longer I write for Jackson, the more I realize I need to write for myself. The combination of having someone else take credit for my work and being forced to write things I don't give a shit about is... I don't know."

"Soul crushing?"

"Yeah. Soul crushing. That's a good way to put it."

"So, life's going great for both of us." We both chuckled. "We're really doing well for ourselves."

"Yeah," he sighed. "Let's not talk about our wildly successful professional lives, shall we?"

"Sounds great to me."

The bartender brought back Min-joon's drink. "You know," he started. "I've been really curious about something."

"And what's that?"

"Why 'demighost'? Don't get me wrong, it's an interesting username, but what's the significance behind it?"

"Well, 'demisexualghost' was already taken so…" He snorted, causing a wide grin to bloom across my face. "Seriously though, I think it came from 'demigod' originally. I'm a big fan of mythology—"

"No. Really?" Min-joon gasped sarcastically. "I had no idea."

"Yeah, shocker. I keep that special interest pretty close to the chest. But anyways, I just replaced 'god' with 'ghost' and 'demighost' was born. As a Specter, I've always felt a kinship with the dead—"

"As you should."

"—so, it just made sense." I sighed and took a deep sip of my drink. "Plus, to be honest and a little morbid, I probably felt half-dead at the time." My hand spun in a tight circle, creating a small whirlpool in my glass. "I was in a really bad place back then."

"Hmm." Min-joon looked down, staring deep into his own glass as he took in my words. Suddenly, his gaze met mine. "I understand."

I shouldn't have been, but I was surprised at how sincere he seemed.

Anyone can say those words (and they often do), but it's rare for people to genuinely mean it—or for their words to feel meaningful.

The way Min-joon said it, the tone of his voice and the intensity in his eyes, I immediately understood what he meant. He knew how I felt because he felt that way himself. Not once, but many times. I just wouldn't have guessed it. Everything he wrote was so damn cozy and optimistic.

"But," Min-joon tilted his head to the side. His eyes were blazing with pride and I knew that whatever he was about to say, he was happy with it. "Would you say that you're half-dead or half-alive?"

"Ooh," I shifted in my seat. My legs needed to move so bad they were starting to hurt. "Like a reskinned glass half-empty, half-full situation. I like it." Min-joon bowed his head slightly. I nodded several times, thinking. "Are you asking about how I felt back then or how I feel now?"

"Good question." Min-joon leaned in, like he was inspecting my face. At the time, my best guess was that the vodka was kicking in—I wasn't sure why else he would do that. Then I remembered he wasn't drinking. "I care about your past," he murmured. "I really do. But I'm more curious about how you feel now—right here, in this moment."

"Well..." My body felt electric. "Right now, I'm half-alive." Heat was building in my limbs and face, dancing across my skin like the flames of a candle. "That's the better one, right?" I chuckled. "They're both pretty grim. It's hard to tell."

Min-joon smiled. "The way I see it, if you picked half-alive because you think it's better, that's all I need to know. And I'm very glad that's how you feel."

I looked down briefly. His gaze was unraveling me like a cheap sweater. "Are you half-alive too?"

"No." Min-joon bit his lip and shook his head. "I'm fully alive right now."

"Cool." I nodded. "Very cool." I cleared my throat then finished my drink. What else was I supposed to say to that? There were barely any thoughts in my head—a stark change from the frantic cacophony I was normally drowning in. All I could think about was how unfairly attractive he was. Finally, I asked. "Why did you go with 'bidisaster'?"

"That should be self-evident." We both laughed.

We spent the next four hours talking about everything and nothing. At the end of the night, when the hotel bar was closing, we headed to the elevator together. We were silent the whole ride. I think both of us were dreading the inevitable goodbye. It was all we could think about, but maybe if we didn't acknowledge it, it wouldn't happen.

Min-joon's room was on floor 32. The bell dinged. "Well, this is me." He started to leave then turned around, holding the doors open with both hands. "We... we should do this again sometime. Soon, preferably."

"Agreed. Wholeheartedly."

"Great." He grinned. "Then, uh... I'll see you soon, Ody."

"I can't wait."

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Hi, I noticed one of your bookmarks when I looked through the ones of a fic. I noticed that you have a very interesting way of doing those 🥰 mind sharing how you did this?? Or where I can DIY for dummies for me? Would be quite thankful 🙇‍♀️

Hi! Yeah I can explain the logic behind the tags, no problem :D Before I get into that though, some unasked for advice: Please add a profile pic and bio, there's too many bots in everyone's inbox these days so this ask was almost lost in a "report bot first, ask questions later" type rush, before I realized this was an actual question and not spam😂 So, the tags are a new thing for my ao3 account; I've been on ao3 since 2015 and the amount of fics I've read is ungodly- but I didn't have a decent way to go back and look through the fics I had saved (either in private bookmarks, marked for later fics, or spreadsheets even), so there's a small amount of fics publicly tagged compared to how many are actually saved, since I only really came up with this system like this past week. (There's a lot of information so I'm gonna cut the post here bc I probably went into too much detail)

The short Summary and Last Accessed section is from a browser script, it generates those automatically when I press "bookmark". You can find the script here (works with a simple browser add on like Tampermonkey, I use the script with Tampermonkey on both PC and Mobile on Firefox, not sure what other alternatives exist for other browsers).

The tags are all based around being able to look for fics to re-read later; so every tag serves the purpose of letting me know few key things about the fic and also to let me filter works based on niche things.

There's a few "Utility tags" for lack of better word, that I use for things like marking the pov character ("X-Character centric"), and if they're AUs the character or event that the AU is centred around: so "Jon Snow Variant" for Game of Thrones fics where his character is different and "Red Wedding Variant" for fics where the Red Wedding goes differently and the divergence from canon starts there. Some fandoms also get custom tags for the Event Variant tag (because I think I'm funny).

Similarly I might tag the type of AU or content: "Time Travel", crack and crack-ish fics, crack treated seriously, angst, different types of AUs as I come across them.

I'm personally a big Crossover reader, so you'll see a lot of "X Fandom Crossover" in the tags or "Into X Fandom Crossover" (the second version used to signify what canon/world the fic is in). I also use "Get Isekai-ed" for fics where a character gets... Iseakai-ed or transmigrates or gets reborn into another fandom basically. And lastly there's tags I'd categorize as "The impression the fic left me" so if a fic made me cry irl (see: "I'm not crying there's just something in eye I swear"), if I really like the world-building and original characters, if i thought the fic was all around really well developed ("Excellence 🤌" or "5⭐️" the difference here is vibe based, I can't explain it any better), if I was going feral while reading, if I thought a relationship was really well written, so on and so forth.

Really, if you want to start tagging your bookmarks the thing I'd recommend is just not putting too much thought into it. You want your tags to be simple in a way you'd understand while looking through them (or alternatively just use them as comments for the fic, that's how my tag system started).

tl;dr -Use tags you don't need to think about for more than 2 seconds to know what they are -Tag based on what feels right for you and customize your use of bookmarks as you see fit -Have fun with it

I hope this helped :D

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schnaf · 1 year

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@loveyouhomex tagged me, thank you ♥

1. Why did you choose your url?

short version: i used it on another site before. long version: one time, when i was really bored at school, i doodled some animals and everything felt normal, but then i realized the animal i doodled wasn't a regular animal but a sheep - snail hybrid - a schnaf in german, if you will. a few days later, i decided to make a new account on my first (and up to that point only) fanfic site because after one year, i felt like i needed a new start. but it felt rather temporary - i left the old account after not that long either and i thought i'd stay on the new account even shorter. so i just picked a random name - the animal i came up with a few days before. joke's on me, it became my identity.

2. Any side blogs?

yeah, i have a football side blog where i posted pics i took at matches, i have a side blog for a former fandom but i lost interest in it as soon as i created the side blog so... sorry, no new side blogs for fandom, i'm a one blog mess once again ♥ also several shared blogs for projects and stuff

3. How long have you been on Tumblr?

i deserve senior discount and stuff, it's been a bit over 11 years now

4. Do you have a queue tag?

i once used a word, then i used q, then i decided to just let people know EVERYTHING is on queue here. also if i'm actually online and posting... no i'm not ♥

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

a friend of mine had tumblr and she always sent me posts of cute animals and footballers and one day i was like "ah imma join the source" - again, it didn't feel like a big decision and i didn't think it'd last that long

6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

it's a screenshot from this video

youtube

gaon was insane for this. that's all.

7. Why did you choose your header?

it's from the hair cut mv and it's just such a peak scene....... THE VIBES THE COLORS the two pretty bois hehe. added bonus is gaon's "welcome" but well, couldn't put that into a gif.

8. What’s your post with the most notes?

it's a sernando gifset 😭😭 a friend back then was like "oh there was a sernando moment right now" so i looked it up immediately and was like "you know what? imma make a gifset right away" and it still gets notes nowaday, even though it was such a short moment and rather low effort

9. How many mutuals do you have?

almost all the people i follow are mutuals, that's very nice ♥

10. How many followers do you have?

quite a bunch ♥

11. How many people do you follow?

a few less than follow me

12. Have you ever made a shit post?

have i ever not made a shit post

13. How often do you use tumblr a day?

too often

14. Did you ever have a fight / argument with another blog?

👀 why would i, the most peaceful person on this webbed site, have an argument, let alone a fight, with someone on here. so yeah the answer is yes

15. How do you feel about the ��you need to reblog posts’?

the good old "reblog this or you're a shitty person" stuff sucked, but it almost died out? it got a little revival through the polls tho. currently, there are those instructions how to be a good blogger and how to avoid looking like a bot and it's like reblog stuff!!!! and oof. i mean it's valid but it's pretty annoying. also i don't want people to reblog stuff bcs they feel like they have to - they should do it on their own will. for example, sometimes, i feel like network people only reblog each others post and compliment each other because they have to (or feel like they have to) and oof that's pretty annoying. but 🐸☕

16. Do you like tag games?

it may not look like it because it takes me such a long time to answer them, but there's a reason why i keep them in my likes and answer them even after a long time ♥ so yesss!

17. Do you like ask games?

same as above!

18. Which of your tumblr mutuals is tumblr famous?

you shouldn't be famous on tumblr

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

i heard they're all on tumblr, that's pretty embarrassing, so... no ://

20. Tags

@jcamilov06, @blacks-phoenix, @sunshine304, @ker-sunshine, @eyes-of-simha, @xjungsu, @todaviia, @manuelmueller, @chipsyio and @jorzuela - do itttt ♥

#careful - i accidentally spilled some tea ://#Youtube

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casspurrjoybellbittner · 3 months

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Wreckless - Not My Daddy

*Warning Adult Content*

Finnegan

My week has sucked... I got poked, prodded and sucked 'not the good kind' on Monday morning which left me six hours of a very long afternoon to try to get caught up... I failed.

Tuesday was such a clusterfuck of suck 'also the bad kind' that I don't even want to think about it.

The highlight was Jesse, my head of accounting, giving his notice.

At least he won't be hitting on me anymore even though it means I have to go through the hiring process again.

With what time? I need to clone myself.

I almost made it to Emmett's last night but ended up staying very late and doing a conference call with Taiwan that started at eight pm.

The fact is that I put some things off last week in order to spend more time with him and this week, they bit me in the ass 'again, not fun'.

But today, today I'm going to see Emmett come hell or high water.

I've already told Megan I'm leaving and that she should too and I'm currently setting my phone to go directly to voicemail... Done.

I almost forget my bag but ten minutes later I've said my good-byes, told two people I met on the way out of the building that I will talk to them tomorrow and managed to make it to my car.

Closing the door feels like I just got away with something and maybe I did.

I should stay another hour but I'm mentally fried. There aren't any parking spaces, someone must be having a party or funeral.

I park two blocks away and regret not texting Emmett as soon as I get out of my car.

I will be fine... Positive thinking.

I make it to Emmett's gate without incident and Mrs. Lewis gives me a small wave.

"Hello ma'am."

I step inside, drop my bag, slip out of my jacket which I hang on the peg and then freeze.

Emmett is... Emmett is... his hair.

I mean it's mostly his beard but that's hair too, really.

I mean, WHAT?

"Emmett. You..."

He strokes his smooth chin.

"Didn't I tell you? Yeah, a couple of days ago."

I'm staring but I can't help it.

"What? I showed you a pic, you said you liked my face."

"I... I do."

He's right, he warned me when we first met that he shaves for the summer.

I guess I just didn't realize how disarming it would be.

I have no idea why I'm upset, I shouldn't be.

He does look good, hell he is maybe even hotter now although I'm not sure how that's possible. It's just...

"So what is it? Need a few minutes to adjust?"

He closes the distance between us and takes off my tie, then starts unbuttoning my shirt while I just stand there.

Maybe I'm in shock.

Maybe it's just my crappy, busy week and the fact that I thought everything would be better and easy once I got here and it's not, somehow.

It should be, it's just hair but everything is wrong, too.

"Finnegan?"

I try to look up at him but can't.

I kick my shoes off and find myself pouting, boo-boo lip in full effect.

He puts a finger under my chin and I lift my head but stare off to the side.

"What's wrong?"

"I missed you," I mumble. "And I've missed you."

But now he's not him, somehow, now he...

"You don't look like my Emmett."

I hate the words, hate how desperate and whiny they are but they're the only ones I have to try to describe the craziness going on in my head right now.

"Oh," he says gently, pulling me into a hug.

"I see. Well, Finn, do I sound like daddy?"

He does, even with my head nuzzled into his neck he does.

"Yes."

He maneuvers around and kisses me gently, then lets me hide again.

"Do I kiss like your Emmett?"

"Hmm."

I've missed kissing him... a lot.. it's been too long.

"I promise that I still taste like daddy, too but you'll have to wait until the morning, my baby boy."

He pulls me tighter against him.

"Do I feel like your Emmett?"

God he does, yes.

"Yes and you smell like him too."

"That's right, that's right. And guess what? I can still take care of you, too. In lots of ways, Finn. You'll be okay, just trust me but I'm proud of you for telling me what's bothering you."

It was hard to admit that I was so upset by something so stupid.

"I know it's stupid, I'm sorry."

"It's not stupid, we're both new to this and I didn't realize it would bother you. I learned something today. Now, are you hungry?"

I am, I'm absolutely starving but I'm not sure if I need him or food most.

"Yes."

"I want you to get out of those pants and then I'll be right back to kiss you properly, all right? I was gonna ask you about this later but maybe it'll cheer you up. What do you think about going to the Zoo on Saturday? Does that sound like fun?"

The Zoo? In as much little space as I can manage?

"Yes."

I throw my arms around his neck and hug him.

"I love animals. I didn't know there was a Zoo here."

"The Baltimore Zoo is really nice but if you want to make a whole day of it we can go to D.C. They have pandas. It's huge though and honestly I prefer the Baltimore zoo since you can walk it without dying but I'll leave it up to you to decide."

Decisions, decisions.

"If we do the smaller zoo does that mean we'd have time and energy to play after?"

"Yes it does, Finn. I'd have lots and lots of time to play with you. I have something new I want to show you, would you like that?"

Well that more than answers THAT question.

"I think so, daddy. It's going to be a great day, I can't wait."

"Good, I can't either. Do you feel better now?"

"I do, thank you Em. Sorry I was so sad."

"Don't worry about it, darling. I'm going to go work on dinner, you can get comfortable."

"Okay."

I spend the rest of the evening deep in little space.

We have an amazing dinner and afterwards I build my Lego car and play with Marten.

He tucks me into bed and then reads me two chapters of Percy Jackson because he says I deserve it... It's bliss.

The next morning I wake up as I'm being rolled onto my stomach.

Emmett yanks down my undies and uses a knee to spread my legs.

I am instantly, a hundred thousand percent turned on.

"Shhh, I know you want to choke on daddy's cock but I have a present for you first. Would you like a toy, Finn?"

Oh, he's going to, oh.

"Yes Sir."

"Relax, here you go."

The lube is chilly but the toy, whatever it is, isn't that big and slides in easily.

I'm not sure why him pulling back up my undies is so invasive or wonderful but it is.

"Such a good boy. That's it. Ready?"

"Yes Em. That feels good."

He turns on the vibrations and I'm glad he's holding me down because I jump at the sudden stimulation.

"Oh."

"There you go, that's what you get for being such a good little cocksucker. Now get down there, I know you want it."

I do and he rolls onto his side and so do I, slinking below the covers.

God my ass feels amazing, how have I never used a vibrator before?

I can feel it the whole way in my balls.

I want him to be rough because I won't last long and I want to come while I'm choking on my breakfast.

"Teach me master."

That should do it and it does.

He pushes in deep, pinning me against the bed as he fucks my face with abandon.

"That's it, fuck yes Finn, take it."

He's moaning and muttering under his breath as he fists my hair, every ounce of the sweet, considerate daddy from last night now funneled into something much different yet just as good and desperately needed

"I've been saving up for you for days... knew you'd need it.... Gonna flood your mouth.. choke you with it, babe... are you ready?"

I am but I'm not and true to his word I gag and sputter, my own balls erupting as he shoots deep down my throat.

Maybe I'll make it through the day now, I feel ready.

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uj0yeux · 2 years

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Unless We Wanna Jump Against All Odds🤯

I always love his presence. He is always a good friend with lots of random thoughts and deep talks. Many people thought we look cute together.

One day, he asked me out. I took it as a friendly invitation. It's been a while since my last time strolling around Jakarta.

I never thought that it would be full of fun and memorable: we visited a thrifting market, bought the famous local noodle, ate ragusa, watched KKN, took many pics, ran to catch the train, being lost each other. One thing that made me confused: he loved to put his arms around me and then hold my hand. Well, that could be a gesture of friendliness.

But it was not the last time we spent time together. He asked me out again and again. He texted me. All things that made me have these questions: is it safe enough to like him? Does he have a feeling on me?

I realized I started adoring his tall figure, that smile, that deep stare, that big hands, that small acts that showed he care, that smell, the way he dress up, that words, that attitude towards people; I have many reasons to like him. And time went so fast when I was with him. But isn't it too soon?

We had dinner with my senior, 3 of us near the office. My weird senior asked me if theres someone that i look up to at the office rn. I said... maybe. Cz I still figure out the feeling and I don't wanna jump to a conclusion too soon, I said. He asked me again, does he come from the same division? I refused to answer that. And in the corner, I saw "that guy" lowkey blushing, I knew he was also curious.

On our way home, he asked me implicitly "Siapa sih Jay?" But I didn't mention it. Fool you, it's you, man.

Last night he came here. We did grocery shopping together and yeah I took him to AEON and he said it was his first time. I liked it when we talked about some great books at Periplus and Gramedia. I never met a guy who loves reading like him.

He brought all my stuff, walking to my kos--I was pretty sure it was heavy but he did it anyway. And he didn't complain.

We cooked together. Wow, it was my first time too. We danced in the kitchen to many cool songs. I loved to see him confuse when I asked him to peel the shrimp. But he was excited. Me too.

Accidentally, I cut my finger. He suddenly rushed to the nearest warung, bought betadine and hansaplast. I said, no it's fine, just a regular cut, no need to put hansaplast on. But he did it. He said, he didnt want to see me have a cut again since my toe nail was blooded bcs of the trolley that he rode at the supermarket before. He had no idea that his act made me blushed afterwards.

The food was done. It was my first time cooking in my magic jar. And we did it. It was a great sapo tahu.

We watched horror together. It was The Medium. He hold my hands, just like the last time we watched movie together.

And suddenly.. we jumped to a super awkward and deep conversation. I asked him whether he likes me or not. So yeah, we like each other, even though it wasn't that "strong" but we are at the same page.

I asked his intention towards me. For this, we also have the same answer: we can't be together. We always know we're very different. He's a Catholic and I am a moslem. Just like water and oil. We knew it very well. So that is why we can't move into more seriuos step.

I understand it. The moment he started taking my attention, I always know this is just a temporary bliss. Unless we wanna jump against all odds. Besides, we both agreed that we are still not ready yet to be in a relationship in general. We just wanna have fun.

Suddenly the air changed. That night, before he went home, everything went so awkward. I thought: oh this is how it feels like confessing our feelings. It was finally clear and determined how we act afterwards, yet it was veryyy awkward. Like u feel hesitate to be close, just like a couple minutes ago.

근데, I know it was normal. We know that phase is what we should pass, and that's fine. Despite all the awkwardness, I really enjoyed that day tho. Besides, I knew that he likes me too.

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aurasaurora · 3 years

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For You

Summary: You brought out a side of him that he didn't know about. Or rather, a kink he didn't know about.

Pairing: The salesman x F!reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: 18+ smut, oral (f receiving), penetration, dildo, fingering, slight degradation and breeding kink

A/N: lol I forced a plot into this pic because for whatever reason I couldn't just write a pwp fic. Enjoy!

The salesman sat in his office, finishing off his last email. A simple 2 paragraph email took him over 30 minutes. Every time he began attempting to write, he couldn’t stop thinking about the altercations between you and him from the night before. He can still feel the warmth and wetness that your pussy felt like when it was around him. The daunting rush of guessing whether or not someone would see the two of you. See the way he was destroying you. The sex was unforgettable and euphoric. But what stook in his mind, replayed over and over again. Was the way you begged him to fill you up with his cum, so deep inside of you that there was no way your birth control wouldn’t be able to work. He found the request strangely arousing. The thought of you letting a man who was essentially a stranger, cum inside of you knowing the possible consequences sent him through the roof. The scenario, while imaginative, gave him a kink he didn’t even know existed. He wanted to do it again, no he needed to do it again. At the very least before you joined the games. You brought the urge into the salesman, and he was going to do it. He was going to breed you.

Right when he finally gained the composure to hit the send button on his email. The secretary walked into his office. She did that a lot more than she should be. He knew all too well that the secretary took a liking into him. He thought she was cute, but after last night he doesn’t see her like that anymore. If she’s not you, then he doesn’t want it.

“Sorry to disturb your work Sir, is your paperwork complete?” The secretary asked.

“Yeah, it’s all completed.” He patted lightly the files.

“Oh great, I’ll take them..” She attempted to walk over to his desk, but he stood up immediately, grabbing the files himself. “I can take the files over. However, thank you for the offer.” He began walking out of his on office, and the secretary left his office with a scrunched face.

“I’ve completed the latest report, along with the number of times each recruit has lost ddakji and how long each rounds took them. Oh, I’ve also added the number of times I had to slap each recruit.” The salesman tossed over the file of documents onto his co-worker’s desk nonchalantly.

“I see you’re trying to make my life harder.” He grumbled. Normally the salesman never gave back this much paperwork back, the mission report was usually two pages. “Hard to make something that is already terrible, worse” The salesman joked back. His co-worker opened the files that were given to him, going over all the people who have accepted into playing Ddakji. The salesman turned to leave, but his footsteps were halted by his co-worker’s words.

“The girl, shit.” His co-worker pushed with office chair towards the direction of his desk cabinet, and he pulled out the cabinet aggressively and looked through the files, eventually taking out the one stating 2021 recruits. “What girl?” the salesman asked.

“I didn’t realize I put her in the final copy, fuck.” He tossed the files aside, not realizing that it landed on the floor, then booted up his computer. The salesman went to pick it up to see what the big fuss was about. “What are you even talking about?” The salesman asked. He picked up the files from the ground, seeing the face he became so mesmerized from the moment his eyes stumbled across it.

It was you.

“What about the foreign girl that’s causing you so much distress? She took the offer; she’ll participate in the game.” He was trying to figure out what the issue was.

“That’s the thing, that’s the fucking problem…shit..holy…we…well I am so fucked.” Both his hands ran through his hair out of stress. “Jung-Hoon, what are you going on about?” the salesman voice grew impatient as he wanted a better understanding of what was going on.

“When I was in the beginning stages of looking for recruits, I chose, her.” He said while pointing towards the picture of you plastered on his computer monitor. “L/N Y/N, she fit the credentials at the time, or at least I thought. Look.” He went into the files tab, scrolling until he found your file underneath the ‘reject’ tab. He pressed his fingers harshly onto the computer monitor “She’s an exchange student at this private University.” He said defeated.

“Okay and? Being an exchange student doesn’t exempt her from being broke.” The salesman responded slyly.

His co-worker let out a frustrated sigh. “You don’t understand. The university is incredibly elitist, you can’t get in without having rich parents. They don’t allow poor people with scholarships admission.” The salesman co-worker explained. He then turned to open the documents he saved regarding your family. “Look.” The co-worker said, making the salesman lean closer to the computer screen. “She’s from an old money family. Her dad is a CEO of an oil company. He’s ranking in billions of dollars a year. It doesn’t make sense for her to want to play the game.”

“Not all parents are generous, maybe she isn’t seeing a dime of her parents’ money.” The salesman’s voice was laced with confusion.

“Can’t be the case because his children are spending an insane amount of cash every month. Her father seems to be incredibly protective, a couple years ago Y/N’s older brother apparently went on a camping trip with his friends without telling his dad. He flipped the city over in a couple of hours trying to find his son. Thinking he went missing.” The co-worker explained.

“So, if Y/N were to join the games…”

“…Her dad would stop at nothing to find her.” The salesman finished his co-worker’s sentence.

“So, you see why I’m scared? She isn’t like the rest of them, her father actually has the money, and power to pull this off. I had meant to discard her name from considering recruits, I don’t know how I put her in the final cut.” The salesman could see the stress on his co-worker’s face.

“Don’t fret. I’ll go back and find her and convince her not to join. You’re making a big deal out of nothing.” The salesman suggested. When he first asked you to play ddakji, you did not hesitate to play. He was almost surprised by your eagerness. Then when he mentioned you could pay with your body, and you were willing to strip right then and there. He vividly remembers you lifting your short skirt revealing that you weren’t wearing any panties, he remembers it so well because how intensely hard he became from your 3 second movement. At the time he assumed your actions were out of the desperation for the 100,000 won. It’s why he took no issue with fucking you until your hips were bruised. Now knowing that you were some rich kid, with a protective father. He wondered if you were the one using him. Possibly looking for the thrill. In which made his attraction towards you stronger.

“I doubt asking her not to join the game will be easy, without exposing our organization.” His co-worker grumbled.

“I have my ways when it comes to persuading women.” The salesman said confidently

“Yeah, I can tell. Miss Secretary over there gives you the extra coffee every morning.” The salesman rolled his eyes playfully at his co-worker’s words. “Send me Y/N’s address, I’ll swing by before tonight’s shift.”

“Might as well cancel tonight’s recruiting, not until you fix our mistake.” The co-worker pointed out.

“Our? What do you mean ‘our mistake’?”

“Fine, my mistake. Point is, skip out on tonight’s shift. Let another salesman take over.” His co-worker suggested. The salesman didn’t take a liking in the other salesman. It seems there was a competition between the both of them. But if that meant he got to spend more time with you then it didn’t matter.

“Alright. Send the location.” He reminded as he left the room.

***

You spent the evening with your friends, the little things that made this place enjoyable. It wasn’t an issue regarding South Korea, but rather you never even wanted to go to this private university in the first place. The people were kind, the workload was a lot but barrable, and the professors were understanding. Yet that was the issue you life was mundane. You’ve always been an obedient child, listened to your parents, got good grades, said no to drugs. You did everything asked of them yet still at your age they were overprotective of you. You didn’t plan on coming here live wild, but maybe the “rebellious” lifestyle may suit you. Or at least give you an understanding of who you really want to be. And if that meant gambling with a salesman then fucking at a train station. Then so be it. The trill sent you on cloud 9. The idea of pissing off your father, while childish sparked you with immense joy.

You made it to your suite level apartment. It wasn’t quite late, but it didn’t leave much room for yourself to complete your homework in full. Rather you figured you could’ve done it in the morning and instead spend the remainder of the night watching away on Netflix. After having a warm bath of course.

Once leaving your bathtub, and finishing your night routine, you slide on some cozy pajamas and headed to dive onto your big comfy couch. Leaving the curtains open so you could admire the city skylines, you switched on your tv and let your favourite show run. It wasn’t even 5 minutes in before your doorbell went off. You checked the time again and it was 8pm, so you were curious on who it was. Then again, you are a woman alone in an apartment. Wouldn’t be the best idea. So, you opened your doorbell app to check who was at the door. To your considerably shocked surprise, it was the one and only Salesman.

You were hesitant to open the door. How did he even know where you lived? You wanted answers, yet the fear of possibly being in danger also concerned you. Yet on your impulses and curiosity decides differently.

You cautiously open the door, seeing his big grin all plastered all over his face. You adored it; the salesman could tell by the whimsical smile plastered on yours. Reality structs you again with the uneasy decisions that a man who you shared an odd night with, was now standing at your front door.

Your smile disappeared and your face went back to being serious. “How do you know where I live?” you made sure not to show a hint of fear in your voice. You were prepared to throw some mix martial art skills his way if needed.

“It’s amazing what people can do when you toss them a bit of cash. You should find a new housekeeper, not one who’s so willing to give your location away.” The salesman responded, once he finished, he attempted to push pass you, as a way to let himself into your penthouse. Yet you were firm on the door, not making being able to make him budge.

“Aren’t you going to let me in?” He asked so casually, knowing the circumstances he comes off as a creep.

“Why are you looking for me? You miss the sex that much?” You stated jokingly in a monotone voice. You earned a small chuckle from the salesman.

“More than you can ever imagine. However, it’s not my main priority. The business card I gave you, remember? I’m going to need you to get rid of it.”

“Why?”

“Do you really want to have this conversation in a hallway?” he questioned

“Why do you want to come inside so bad?” you fought back.

“Well, you know, after this conversation I was planning on blowing your back out. But... you know, the hallway works too. Not like you had a problem with the subway either. Considering how loud you were and everything…” Quite honestly it was his intentions to convince you not to join the games, fuck your mind out to be while using his new kink on you. Then leaving you craving for more. His ego was considerably large, and he figured that you’d be too desperate wanting more of his dick than to consider joining the games.

You opened the door wider once you realized that you wanted him. Sex crowding your logic. The salesman walked through the door and removed his shoes in the appropriate manner.

He followed you as you walked towards your spacious living room. Your blanket still resting on the couch from the spot you left it at. “Do you care for a glass of wine?” you offered the salesman.

“No thank you, I’m technically still on duty.” He humbly declined.

“So, no wine on the job, but sex is still on the table?” your question was rhetorical, and you were more confused by his behaviour than anything. You walked back into the direction of the living room, sitting at the cozy spot you once were. After asking for permission the salesman sat on the couch opposite to you.

“Do you still have the business card I gave you?” He asked eagerly.

“Yes.”

“Great, I need you to throw it away. I made a mistake, the opportunity to join is only for the unfortunate, not for someone who is as well off as you.” He explained, he could tell you are an obedient girl. No, he knew from the night at the station.

“Alright” You got up and walked into your bedroom, looking for the purse that you used from the night at the train station. Once you found it. You slipped the business card down your underwear. You wanted to speed things up, and just get to the fucking.

You called for him to come into your bedroom, and so he did. When he saw you sitting on the bed, he was confused but he put the pieces together.

“I’m not going to touch you until you throw away the card.” His voice reeked with authority.

“If you want me to throw away the card. You’re going to have to undress me, it’s hidden underneath my clothing.” You smirked, and the salesman stared at you with hunger. He was quiet for a few seconds which made you nervous. But eventually he stood up straight and spoke again. “Does a naughty girl like you have any handcuffs?” He asked.

You nodded your head at an embarrassingly face pace. “In the nightstand on the left.”

The salesman hummed in response, opening the draw to see the stereotypical pink fluffy handcuffs. “Of course, a slut like you would have handcuffs like this.” He mumbled to himself, yet you heard, and you felt your cunt tingle at his words. Shamelessly getting horny at his voice alone. You wondered the wetter you’d get if the card would get destroyed. A unique way of getting rid of a business card.

“Hmm, lube.. dildos. You get busy.” Before you could respond, you were distracted by him tying up your arms to the bed post. Then he removed his tie, wrapping it around your mouth. It didn’t completely remove your voice, but it muffled it out enough. The salesman hand dragged down your body from your chest slowly, then his hands made it down to your clit, and once he tried to find your entrance, he felt the card. “As I thought” without hesitation he ripped the top of your pajamas, followed by aggressively tugging down your panties, with finishing it off by tearing up the card. You watched in glee, awaiting his next move.

He removed his belt, and you felt the slash of the folded belt within seconds, against the side of your ass. “That was for playing games with me.” He whips the other side of your ass this time. “Instead of listening to me.” A third whip comes again “And that-“a fourth whip “-Is for getting turned on while I’m punishing you.” He whipped the side of your ass for the last time making it a total of 5 whips you’ve receive. “Look at you, fucking dripping over a few lashes to your ass.” He lowers you’re his face to hover over your clit, he sticks his tongue out to lightly toy with your clit back and forth. The new sensational feeling of his tongue drives you wild, you desperately wanted some friction, and you were finally getting it.

His face finally planted on your clit, and he sucked onto it so tenderly yet sensually. You let out a bunch of muffled out moans which drove him to wanting to please you even more. Quickly he got up and took the dildo from the nightstand, when he stood up you could see just how hard his dick was. His suit pants were already tight as it is, but his dick looked like it could tear right through. You admired his self-control on not just ripping it right out and shoving his dick inside of you. Because lord knows that’s what you would’ve done if you were him.

He returned to his previous position and slide the dildo right inside of you. Building up the pace, trying to keep in sync with his mouth on your clit, and his hand holding the dildo. It was a slow burn for you, considering you wanted to cum so bad. But you enjoyed every second of the pleasure that over filled you. Your hands began to shake against the bed frame, as you desperately wanted his touch, you wanted to feel him so bad. The salesman loved hearing the handcuffs rattle, your pleads were muffled but he knew that you want him so badly.

He felt your body movement pick up as he kept on thrusting and sucking. His small laugh at your desperate movements is what threw you over the edge. You felt the vibration of his laugh on your clit, and it was over for you. You threw your head back moaning with your eyes at the back of your head. The euphoric orgasm was taking over, and the salesman couldn’t help but admire. The whole time while thrusting the dildo into you, he couldn’t help but think of the altercation from before. When you begged for his cum, he thought of it earlier and it was happening again.

“You did so well for me baby. Such a perfect slut.” His voice was endearing, he went to remove the handcuffs, and allowed you to rub on them for comfort. “I want to please you as you did for me.” The salesman was sitting on the edge of the bed, and you made your ways towards him. Your lips daringly close to his own.

“Oh really?” He said,

“Mmhm.” You replied back, leaning into a kiss which in turn became quite passionate. You broke it off by attempting to lean down to unzip his pants. But you were stopped before you could begin. “If you suck me off, I won’t last.” He was slightly embarrassed by his words, but you seemed amazed by it. Loving the idea of making him bust just by the touch of your lips.

You got back up to the bed, spreading yourself Infront of him. “Then come and fuck me.” You said simply. Your words were like a trigger for him. Bringing him back to that night, the night where he discovered something new about himself.

He hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but it’s like his thoughts slipped right out immediately. “Only if I can breed you.”

The silence wasn’t long merely 10 seconds, but it was enough to feel him cringe and regret his words. Not until he saw the light switch in your eyes flip like the night, he saw you. The smile the creeped at the corner of your lips made him relax. But the words, the way you simply said, “Do it.” Was what made him pounce on you.

He directed you into going on all fours, in which he earned a small giggle of eagerness from you.

“Baby girl, you’re so fucking desperate for my cum aren’t you?” You muffled out a yes, as he slides a single finger inside your cunt. He swatted your ass demanding a proper answer. “Yes Daddy, I want you to fill me up so bad.”

“Perfect princess.” He inserted his dick into your pussy. The salesman moaned at the new feeling. You were amazed by his instance reaction as he did to yours.

“Fuck, what would your father think of you fucking a salesman, letting his sweet little girl get her cum filled with a random man. Ruining the family bloodline…Shit baby girl... what would he say at this predicament.” His thrust was rough with you. His hands were gripping on the side of your hips, and you began to become a mess of yourself all over again. “God your pussy is so tight.” He could barely speak coherently, as he continued to pound you moaning out instead. “I want to you to…I need.. you to fill me up so bad baby. I fucking need it…I want you to make my stomach all round and swollen. Shit daddy oh my…shit.” You were taking every inch of him, and it strangely felt suffocating in a nice way. After you spoke his thrust became more aggressive, his need for release was close.

“You’re going to take it all baby…all..of it. Not until your breasts are swollen. Shit I need that.”

You couldn’t respond because your second high of the night approached, and soon the salesman’s warm white liquid followed suite. You both collapsed onto the bed. His dick still inside, being too lazy to remove himself out of you. He nuzzled himself into you, as you accepted himself into you.

“How’s that for roleplay?” he asked lazily.

“I don’t know, it was incredibly complicated.” You laughed out tiredly. “The whole meeting you at the train station, then renting out this penthouse, for sex I mean..”

“You told me last time that my roleplaying was terrible.” He chuckled out. “I was just trying to up my game.”

“Okay, I’ll admit fucking at the train station was hot as hell, and I got to rent out my old apartment that I used in university felt nostalgic to see my old friends. All for this intense roleplay sensation with you. I love you baby; you made this anniversary special.”

“Anything for my wife…just so you know, you’ll never be able to beat me for next year.”

“Oh really?” you said sarcastically.

“Yeah, I had to hire a hacker for this shit. My dedication for roleplaying with you, cannot be matched with whatever you planned for me next year.” He gloated.

“Yeah sure.” Your husband planted a kiss on your cheek, reassuring what you already knew, he was just playing around.

“Sweetheart.” You called out.

“Yeah.” He responded tiredly ready to doze off and fall asleep.

“Don’t ever mention my dad again while we have sex. That was weird.”

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Can you write Business Proposal themed one shot with Yunho? After seeing his suit pic, my head is filled with him as a CEO. This one. Take your time though, no rush.

a/n: I'll say sorry in advance bc I still haven't watched the drama, so this is based on my research only. also, the storyline is mixed with my own plot. soo, I hope you like it~

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"What?!" Yunho's hands slammed down on the table as he stood up abruptly, making the poor chair that he's previously sitting on to fall down on the floor.

"What do you mean I have to look for a possible marriage partner?! I'm too young for this!" he yelled, looking at his parents with obvious frustration.

His mother looked at him empathetically while his father sported a stoic expression, "Yunho, it's about time." his grandfather who is sitting right across him spoke, a gentle smile on his face that almost dissipated Yunho's anger, almost.

He sighed, rubbing his temple as he did his best to calm his self down, "But grandpa, you know that I still have a lot on my bucketlist, and I am not ready for a responsibility like that." he tried to reason out, desperate to flee from this suffocating situation.

"You can still do them," his mother interjected this time, "the marriage is just for formalities. You can still live as a free man even after it."

Yunho opened his mouth to speak, only to be interrupted by his father's stern voice, "Son, this is the last wish of your grandfather, won't you do it for him? It's like as your mother said, you can still live your life after it, but as the new CEO of the company, you need someone who can aid you in your work."

The finality in his father's words leaves no room for arguments. Yunho sighed and bent down to slump back on his chair, only for him to tumble down on the ground (he forgot that his chair fell down a while ago, but let's move on, man is stressed.)

The next day, he shared his dilemma with his friends, which caused different reactions from the guys.

Wooyoung and San cackled at his so-called misfortune, Yeosang and Jongho had this amused face, Seonghwa and Hongjoong congratulated him nonchalantly, and his bestfriend Mingi only patted his back, saying that he should be the best man on his wedding.

"Man, you're a CEO at such a young age, and now you're gonna get married. How does it feel to live my dream?" Mingi teased him, only for the other boys to guffaw at his statement.

Yunho let out a deep sigh, his hands running on his face and regret filling his whole being. Why did he even think that his friends would be of help in his problem.

"I remembered something!" San suddenly shrieked out, almost shattering Wooyoung's eardrums that made the man stare at him before speaking in a cheeky manner, "That's good, only if you can do that during exams."

Before San can even smack the shorter man, Hongjoong pulled them away from each other, prompting San to continue speaking as Wooyoung stuck his tongue out for the sole purpose of annoying his friend.

"Do you still remember our scholarship girl? The one that got in our university's entrance exams?"

Oh, that girl. What was the name again? Right, Y/N. Intelligent but poor, pretty cute but looks kind of bitchy.

Yunho looked at San like he just said the most impressive thing on earth, "I didn't know you'll be able to be of use to me one day." he uttered out, the boy beaming a smile before realizing the implications of his words, "What?"

"Okay!" Seonghwa, the oldest among them squinted his eyes, not really in the mood for the group's banters, "Whatever it is, you," his eyes trained on Yunho, "don't do anything stupid that will hurt anyone or something that will put your reputation on the line."

The man in question plastered on a bright smile, enough to fool everyone of what is really going on inside his head. He stood up and slung an arm around Seonghwa, "Don't worry hyung, I won't."

Now, what he means by that is 'Don't worry hyung, I won't listen to you.'

As he's currently standing in front of the café that you work at. No, he did not stalk you or anything, he just knows because of the rumors and gossips that spread around the school. Apparently, you have other side jobs just to earn money, so that you can pay for your remaining expenses in school.

The bell rang, signalling a customer that entered, you looked at the direction of the door with a sweet smile on your face, greeting the person a cheery 'Welcome!'

You were astonished when you saw the tall man. He's perfect, you think, his face looks like the gods sculpted it themselves, insane body proportions, and he looks rich, the rolex on his wrist is a dead giveaway.

"Goodmorning," you greeted him once again, smile never leaving your face once he's in the counter, "what would you like to have?" you said as you looked down at the screen to enter his order. Although, his response is something that you did not expect.

"You."

What?

You looked up from the registrar, meeting his bright yet mysterious eyes.

"Excuse me sir, can you please repeat that?" you begged your pardon, because clearly, it must have been your imagination and he did say something different.

The man in front of you sighed, "You. I want to have you." he repeated, this time with a complete context.

You blinked, not believing him for a second, "Sir, if this is a joke then I'll have to request for you to-" you words slowly vanished from your tongue when he leaned in, close enough for you to breathe in his manly scent.

"Y/N right? I'm afraid it's not a joke. I want to make a deal with you, so listen carefully." he mumbled, before straightening up and fixing his expensive looking leather jacket. Eyes boring into yours like he was about to drop a bomb, and he did.

"I want you to go on dates with me, just pretend to be my fake fiancé and all that fiasco. It's not for free though, I know you're poor so in exchange, every date means that I will pay you. So is it a deal?" he finished, a smug look on his face only to be erased when you immediately rejected him.

Disappointment written on your face, a handsome man like him saying things like that, so insensitive.

"I'm sorry, but no, Mr. Whoever you are. I may be poor, but I won't sell my time just like that. Now, the door's that way," you gestured to the front door, "please go out before I call the guards."

Yunho couldn't help but scoff, "Do you know who you're t-" he didn't get to finish his sentence when you called out rather loudly for the guards, he cursed, glaring at you before exiting the place.

The tall man is seething, how dare you humiliate him in public? He'll make sure that you'll pay for that.

You watch him walk away, relieved that the weirdo is finally gone. Just then your phone rang, fishing for it in your pocket, you saw your bestfriend's name flash before answering the call.

"Y/NNNNNN!!!" your friend squealed rather loudly, making you cringe, "Nayoung, please calm down. What's happening?" you asked her gently, hoping to sooth her hurricane like mood.

"You won't believe this!" she cried out, and you can already imagine her annoyed face as she tells you about what her family did.

"Did you know that they set me up on blind date? That's stupid! I already have a boyfriend, why would they do that?!" she complained while you attentively listened to her, "Well, you can go and leave as soon as possible, tell them that he's not your type." you replied.

You heard her whine before speaking in this cutesy voice that had you feeling ominous, "Yeah, I can, but I won't, so," her voice trailed off before telling you the real reason why she called, "can you please go on my stead?"

"What?" now it's your turn to raise your voice, "No way! What if this guy is dangerous or something?" you retorted, making her wail on the other side of the line.

"Please? Just this one time, help me out. I rarely ask you for help, so pretty please. For me? I promise I won't ask for free coffees anymore." her pleading voice is enough to make you submit to her, it's difficult to say no to your bestfriend, especially because she had helped you overcome a lot of challenges in your life.

"Alright, text me the details." your affirmative answer made the girl cry out an unlimited thank you's, telling you that she'll love you forever. You rolled your eyes at her antics, ending the phone call and reading her text.

The loud screech that you let out afterwards scared the living daylights out of the customers inside the café.

"Tonight?!"

Meanwhile, the sound of the loud slamming of the door echoed throughout the house, disturbing the people who were situated in the living room. When Yunho showed himself, his mother went to him with worry, asking him what's wrong.

He smiled, albeit a bit strained, and told her that it was nothing.

"That's good," his grandfather said before he excitedly stood up, "I have a good news for you!"

Yunho's eyes shined, thinking that maybe, they won't let him go through hell anymore.

"I have set up a blind date for you with this big company's daughter."

The light in his eyes dimmed at that, another one of this? Don't they get tired of setting him up only for it to fail in the end?

He let out a defeated sigh, might as well get this over and done with. And to finish this herculean task of finding the perfect girl to marry, he'll just propose to the next girl that he'll meet.

"It's tonight."

"What?!"

It's too sudden, you think. Anxiousness pooling in the center of your body and it makes you want to vomit. You never did things like this, and you'll even meet with a CEO. What on earth did you put yourself into?

You looked at your reflection in the glass of the restaurant where you're supposed to meet Nayoung's date. The pretty silver dress that you're wearing outlined your curves well, hair elegantly done and the damn expensive heels that feels like needles pricking on your soles looks good on you.

You're at least thankful to your bestfriend, sending you an outfit AND a stylist to do your hair and make-up.

"Miss Nayoung," ah right, you're not Y/N tonight, you're Lim Nayoung. The heir of a big company. You're not just a proxy, but a literal stand-in.

You turned around to face the source of the voice, trying your best to act all fancy and feminine, "Yes?"

A woman, probably an employee of the restaurant, smiled at you, before telling you that your date has arrived and is currently waiting for you in a private dining area.

'Okay. This is it. Just meet up with him, reject him, and leave. Mission accomplished.' you reminded yourself of what you're supposed to do before proceeding to walk to the direction of the meeting place.

When the door opened, your smile turned into a grimace.

What the fuck?

Isn't that the guy who shamelessly asked you to pretend to be his fiancé this morning?

The same thing running inside Yunho's head, aren't you that head on the clouds poor girl in the café?

"You-!"

Your mouths formed the same words and even said it at the same time, the employee getting the shock of her life before cautiously checking the two of you.

"Is everything alright?" she asked, and you straightened your back at her question, momentarily thinking that you had fucked up.

Yunho on the other hand covered the awkward encounter with a cough, smiling at the woman with so much charm before telling her that everything's fine.

When the employee was convinced enough, she bowed to the both of you before leaving, wishing you a great night.

"Yeah right, great night." you sarcastically mumbled, which didn't escaped Yunho's ears.

"Wow," he mused, "you have a lot of audacity getting all sassy when you're the one that needs to apologize to me."

You raised an eyebrow at that, baffled that the man who just disrespected you this morning is this bold, "I think you're the one who should apologize." you bravely said, not caring about his social status. You won't let anyone step on you, even if he's the president of the universe.

Yunho scoffed, looking up and closing his eyes, trying to simmer down his boiling blood. The sight made you gulp, because no matter how rude this guy is, he still is ethereal.

You were startled when he suddenly looked at you, subtly telling you to just give in to him. No, you maintained eye contact, matching his fiery gaze. Only then did you notice his otherworldly features. Large eyes, tall nose, porcelain skin, kissable lips-

The door opened once again, cutting your train of thoughts (thankfully), a tray of delicious delicacies being served in front of you.

Yunho watched as your eyes sparkle in front of food, he won't admit it, but you look so pretty right now.

Once everything was settled, he was shocked when you started gobbling the food up. Not caring about your appearance. That's new, most girls act like they are made of glasses, light touches and minimal movements that always made his eye twitch due to how fake it was.

But you weren't afraid to be yourself in front of him, he'll applaud you for that. When a sauce was splashed on your cheek, he let out a small laugh. You raised your head, your face morphing into one that silently questions his action.

He smirked in response before leaning forward, hand extending to wipe your cheek. The touch made the both of you jolt, an unseen force of electric feeling sparked within your skin.

Yunho cleared his throat, "Let's eat." he said before diving in his own food. You on the other hand was dumbfounded, what was that?

After the dinner, you and your date decided to go out for a walk in the restaurant's mini garden. You were in awe, there were different colored flowers, the trees and shrubs are all well maintained. Your eyes caught sight of the fireflies that softly illuminate the dark parts of the lawn.

The moment was peaceful, enjoying the serenity of the silence and cold wind under the light of the glowing moon.

"I'm sorry." the man who was walking behind you quietly spoke, you turned your attention at him, surprised that he was the one who brought his pride down first.

"I get it, I called you poor and used that against you for my own gain," he paused for a few seconds, looking down before raising his head back up at you with eyes that are full of emotions that you can't discern, "I'm sorry for disrespecting you like that."

You smiled, as you're not one who holds grudges against people who are aware of where they had gone wrong. You approached him, taking a deep breath before vocalizing your sentiments.

"I apologize as well, I was kind of rude to you this morning." you muttered as you sheepishly scratched your neck.

"Kind of?" he teasingly said, making you slap his arm, surprising you when you felt hard muscles underneath his suit.

He chuckled, "You can't hurt me, I'm iron man." he quipped as he put his hands on his waist, puffing up his chest and posing like a superhero.

"Oh really?" you raised an eyebrow, challenging his statement as you lifted your hand, placing it on his shoulders. Your warmth seeping through his clothes down to his skin did wonders on his brain, not until he felt you pull on his sideburns.

He pursed his lips while rolling his eyes.

What the hell? Is that his way of dealing with pain?

The both of you bursted out into a fit of giggles, holding your stomachs while wiping the tears that sprung up from too much laughing. When the high has died down, you looked at your hands before extending it towards him.

"I hope we'll be friends in the future. Let's forget about what happened in the past, even this date."

Yunho's breathing hitched, not exactly liking the sound of that, although he really doesn't have any choice does he? He'll scratch the idea of marrying the next girl that he'll see, aka you, as he reached forward to accept your handshake.

"Agree."

That night, you both went home with light minds but heavy hearts, feeling like regrets were made through well-thought decisions.

The constant ringing of your voice and flashes of your pretty face in Yunho's mind stirred him awake in the wee hours of the morning.

He immediately picked his phone up, calling at the restaurant to get your number. For sure they have it, the reservation requires the information of the people who will attend.

Your groaned in annoyance when your phone blasted its ringtone at like, 5 in the morning. Begrudgingly answering it, you were ready to snap at the unknown number who dared to call you at this ungodly hour, but your mind went into jumbles when a familiar voice resonated through your ears.

"Let's get married."

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chifuyu matsuno x reader

; where takemitchy takes his friend out for his birthday and his present? you.

cw: light spoilers, fingering, riding, mentions of choking, no condom, overstimulation, he calls you princess/slut, unedited writing.

note: i'm finally reading the tokyo revengers manga and ngl, it was a total rollercoaster while reading it. also, chifuyu’s in his present time (the pic below 😫 *simp screams*)

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHIFUYU!”

Takemitchy exclaimed, engulfing his old friend in a tight hug.

The ebony black haired male smiled, thanking him as he hugged back. It’s been a while since he last hang with him. Having their schedule busy with meetings and such, they couldn’t find the right time to catch up on things. Sure, they see each other everyday but spending the rest of the day with an old friend without worrying about work just hits different. At least that’s what Chifuyu thought.

“Shall we go have dinner then go see your present?” the blonde asked with a smile. Chifuyu nodded in response, shutting the car door behind him as Takemitchy speeds off into the horizon.

“Thanks for the dinner, man,” the birthday boy said, smiling at his friend in the drivers seat. “No problem! And now! It’s time for your present!” Takemitchy exclaimed. His voice filled with anticipation. He looks more excited than Chifuyu himself.

“Alrighty, we’re here!” he said, parking the car in front of a fancy looking complex. “Are we in Shibuya?” the black haired male asked, facing the building in awe. Takemitchy only nodded as he skipped into the building, making Chifuyu ran up to catch him.

The elevator stopped at level 4. As the two adults stepped out from the lift, Chifuyu’s jaw nearly dropped at what he saw. Right outside the elevator was a counter, handled by a middle-aged man, who was occupied with a women- who was dressed in a very thin silk dress. The male's eyes wondered around the boards beside the counter. They were filled with pictures of- lewd photos. Chifuyu cocked an eyebrow at this. What even-

"Looks like this place hasn't change one bit," Takemitchy said with hands on his hips, a proud and nostalgic look displayed in his eyes. “Oh, Takemitchy, right? Here for your reservation?” the man behind the counter asked. Blondie nodded furiously. Why is he so excited? Chifuyu raised an eyebrow at his friend. “Actually, I’m just here because I made the reservation, the one who’ll be doing the job is Chifuyu,” Takemitchy said proudly, pushing his friend towards the counter.

Chifuyu swallowed hard. Is this place what he thinks it is? "Alright, sign here and please proceed to the waiting room," the man said, handing a form to Takemitchy. Chifuyu tugged his shirt and pulled his friend aside. "Oi, what're- what am I suppose to do?" he asked, sounding nervous. "You're a 26 year old virgin, I'm helping you out!" Takemitchy explained while signing the form and handing it back to man behind the counter. Chifuyu mentally face palmed himself. This was definitely not how he imagined getting his virginity loss. Especially not with some random girl at a brothel.

"Wait! This is not how I-,"

"You may now go to the waiting hall, gentlemen," the man said, pointing to a room not far from the lift. Takemitchy thanked him and head towards the room without wasting any minute. Chifuyu walked after him, deadpanned at his friend's excited behaviour. "Look, I appreciate the effort but-" "Chifuyu, meet my friend, y/n!" the blonde said, holding hands with a girl in front of him.

The black haired man stared down at the girl. She was gorgeous. Is he lying? Of course not. His eyes trailed down to your body, scanning every inch of your curves. You laughed as he snapped back into reality. "Can't wait to do the dirty, are we?" You teased, pulling him towards you by his tie. Chifuyu's cheeks heated up as you brought your face close to his. “Aww, Takemitchy, you didn’t tell me he was a shy one,” you exclaimed, turning your head to face your blonde friend. “Eh? Chifuyu? Shy? Please, he’s one of Toman’s Top Admin, why would he be shy now?” Takemitchy laughed, making the said boy’s cheeks even hotter. You faced the man in front of you again. Now it was your turn to blush. The faint smell of his cologne filled your nostrils. His skin was fairly smooth. His eyes, oh how you got lost staring into his light blue orbs. Those orbs were just so mesmerizing that you didn’t notice that he was also actually staring into yours. Takemitchy gave off a small chuckle, making both of you snap back into reality.

“Sorry about that,” you said slowly, eyes glued to the floor, not wanting to let this Chifuyu guy to see your red tinted cheeks. Funny how this was actually your first time experiencing a quickened heartbeat for a customer. You slowly jerked your head up to look at the male. Chifuyu took a quick glance at you, making your eyes meet again once more. He rubbed the back of his neck, not sure of what to say. “Ay yow! I’m not here to just sit and see y’all being all gushy and wasting my money,” Takemitchy complained in a jokingly way. You shot your head up as if you had escaped from a trance. “Alright, Chifuyu! Let’s get going, shall we?” your playful smirk crawling back to your lips, grabbing both of his hands and lead him to another room, leaving Takemitchy alone with his earbuds plugged in.

Chifuyu scrubbed his body under the hot steaming water. One second she was like a teenage girl staring at her very new boyfriend then suddenly she became a playful flirt again, he sighed in thought. He was sure that he could here her heart beating rapidly as if it was about to burst out from her chest.

And yet, here he was, taking a shower before losing his 25 years of being a virgin to a girl he doesn’t even know, let alone have met before. Sounds kinda messed up to be honest, he chuckled at his joke. After slipping on his undergarments and a robe, he exited the bathroom while wiping his damped hair. “Look, I know you’re only doing your job but-” he got cut off, eyes widened at your figure who was slowly taking off your dress, revealing a see through lingerie. Being the kind (and nervous as fuck) gentleman, he immediately looked away, blood rushing to his cheeks and a slight pain growing in his boxers.

You walked up to him and slowly pushed him onto the bed with a light touch of your finger. Chifuyu’s breath hitched as you placed your legs at his sides. You dragged a finger along his jaw to his chin, tilting it upwards, making his eyes stare into yours. The both of you stayed there in silence, listening to each others quicken heartbeats. Your cheeks were tinted red, it was noticeable to Chifuyu. His eyes flickered to your lips then to your eyes. You gulped nervously. On the inside, you were practically cursing to yourself, telling you to get a grip and just treat him like your usual customers. You closed your eyes, wishing that this was just a dream or hoping that the man in front of you isn’t that Chifuyu guy but another customer.

Your eyes fluttered open, only to find that he was leaning into your touch. Fuck it, you thought as you slammed your lips into his. Surprisingly, he too, kissed you back. You slowly wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to your body. Chifuyu placed his hands on your waist and soon, his hands grabbed your thighs and wrapped them around his waist. The kiss then became sloppy as he bit the bottom of your lip gently, gaining access to explore your mouth.

You finally let go in desperate need of air. Chest huffing up and down whilst your sweaty forehead leaned against his. Your cheeks were definitely red now and same as his. "It's okay if you don't want to do it," you said nervously, looking down at- shit. Your eyes widened at the tent in his undergarment. All that kissing made him hard? Your cheeks flushed even more now. Chifuyu noticed this and looked down. Shit, shit, shit, shit, he cursed to himself. "Uhm," he laughed in a nervous and unsure tone. For the first time in your life, you're being this flustered and nervous. There was definitely something wrong with this guy, you concluded as you looked at Chifuyu who was fumbling with the ropes of his robe.

"Uh, I'll take care of this myself," he said, pushing you off his lap. You quickly grabbed his wrist, stopping him in his tracks. "I know you don't want your first time to be with a, um, a p-prostitute like me, but let me help you with that, plus you don't wanna let Takemitchy's money go to waste, don't you?" you explained. You avoid looking at him, cheeks still tinted red with embarrassment. With a light tug from your hand, Chifuyu went back to the bed.

"F-fuck, that's it," the male sighed, hands gripped onto your sides as you rode him. Screams can be heard from you as you slammed yourself onto his cock. It was tiring, really. Getting your pelvis to hit his everytime was a pain. "Fuyu, I can't," you gasped as his tip hit your cervix. "Now now, princess, you were the one who was all over me in the first place," he said, pulling you by the neck, slightly choking you whislt making your foreheads touch. You flinched at his sudden demeanor. Where did the shy and nervous Chifuyu go?

You can't do it anymore. You toppled on top of him, gasping for air. Chifuyu found this amusing. "Is my wittle princess tired?" he asked in a playful tone while stroking your hair lovingly. You nodded in response, too exhausted from riding and cumming for the third time. You feel like you were about to pass out when he suddenly flipped you over. "Ass up, face down for me, princess," he whispered. You wouldn't be lying if you say his tone of voice turned you on.

You obeyed his words. Chifuyu groped at your ass, feeling the soft flesh against his warm skin. You squirmed under his touch, wanting him to desperately put his dick back inside of you. "Chifuyu, please, ah!" You yelped at the sudden contact. He inserted a finger into your wet entrance, pumping them slowly. Enjoying the pleasure his finger's giving, you didn't realize that your hips started to rock against his hand, following the pace of his digit.

"Stay still, you slut," he snapped as he slapped your ass making you moaned in both pain and pleasure. Chifuyu's free hand grabbed your hip to lock you in place. He stopped penetrating your cunt with his finger and pumped his cock, which was already leaking with precum. You winced at the pain as he inserted his cock inside you. The blacked haired male didn't move, he let you readjust to his size and once he got the signal, he slammed his his against your ass, making you screamed.

Tears slowly streaming down your eyes as your knuckles turned white from gripping the sheets too hard. Takemitchy said this will be his first time but the way he thrusts-

"Why are are you crying? Don't you like this?" He sounded sadistic and that nearly made you cum on the spot. "Chifuyu, I'm about to cu-," he grabbed a fistful of your hair, making your back hit his chest. "Hold it, hold it in for me, princess," he whispered into your ear. His voice, oh my god, his voice literally nearly made you burst. But you did hold it in for him. At this point, you’d do anything for him.

His thrusts never slowed down. His hand gripping at your waist guided your body, matching his thrusting rhythm. "Chifuyu, please, I can't hold it anymore," you panted. He grabbed your face and kissed you roughly. Tongue swirling, fighting for dominance. His lips trailed down to your jaw then to your neck, sucking and biting, leaving dark purple blue marks. His thrusts began to slow down, signaling that he was close too. “Shit, come for me, princess,” he whispered into you ear and this time you finally came whilst feeling his cum dripping down your thighs.

Chifuyu sat up from the bed. He smiled softly at the girl sleeping peacefully beside him. He checked his phone and saw a message from Takemitchy.

Seems like you’re enjoying yourself, Chifuyu! I’ll be going home now. Hope you like the present!

- Takemitchy

The ebony black haired male smiled at his friend’s message. He turned to face the girl again. She stirred in her sleep, her feet lightly kicking his waist. He chuckled at her sleepy behavior. Their first encounter was weird enough for him. It was as if they were teens again. Staring and getting lost in each others eyes. He smiled at remembering the incident where she stared at him as if he was the first man she had ever seen in her entire life.

“Hey, you’re up early,” the girl said, rubbing her eyes. She crawled towards him, wrapping her arms around his neck, leaning against his bare back. “Are you really this clingy after doing your job?” Chifuyu laughed at her pouting face. Heat rises to her cheeks once more as she let go of him. “No, it’s just that, you’re warm that’s all,” she crossed her arms in denial. She looked at the man beside her. He was laughing with his toothy grin shining against the rising sun. The girl’s face blushed at how gorgeous he looks. Chifuyu noticed her tinted cheeks. He kissed her a good morning kiss, taking her by surprise.

“This sounds weird and sudden but wanna be more than just my present?”

note: okay! so that was longer than i expected but this does show how much of a simp i am for this guy lol. anyways, hope you enjoyed the story! <3

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