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enhafilthandfiction · 1 year

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i love ur fics so much 💗 can I request a fic were ur wearing a revealing outfit and he gets super turned on about and starts to take off ur clothes 🤧

In the Kitchen - Yang Jungwon

Hello Anons!! I decided to kinda add these three together because they would make a perfect fic omg 🤭 jealous, tipsy fwb Jungwon that gets jealous when other men look at your revealing outfit and makes out with you 😍 so I hope y'all don't mind :))

*Also, disclaimer* : Jungwon is now 20 in Korea, so he is an fully grown man adult. Please stop hating on me and my posts, all I'm doing is writing and fulfilling asks willingly. The 'block tumblr' feature exists and you can just block me or just stop babying Jungwon.

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Summary : Your tipsy fwb Jungwon gets jealous when you wear a revealing outfit and decides to teach you who you belong to.

Pairing : Fwb!Jungwon X Fem!Reader

Warnings : Mentions of parties and slight drinking, revealing outfit on reader, friends with benefits, Jungwon being slightly drunk and jealous which leads to him being slightly possessive (kinda), makeouts, grinding, marking, love bites, neck kissing, Jungwon touching reader (but no fingering mentioned).

Word Count : 1123 words

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It was already Friday which meant that frat boy's party was today. You were invited of course, your friends dragging you along. You knew Jungwon, your fuck buddy, would be there and you weren't going to hold back tonight, putting on your most revealing outfit, just to tease him.

What you didn't expect though, guys swarming around you, grinding up against you and even groping you too. Their eyes wouldn't leave your barely covered body, a thin piece of clothing covering you up.

You didn't even see him until you went to the kitchen, partly to get away for those pervs and also to get yourself a drink. As you searched for something to drink, you didn't see him in the dim lights, eyeing your figure.

He was resting against one of the counters nonchalantly, waiting for you to notice him. Until you did. He was wearing a black button up shirt along with some dark pants to match. His hair was ruffled, his messy fringe falling over his pretty eyes like always. His eyes had some sort of glint in them. Perhaps they were a little more sharper than usual.

You snapped out of your thoughts when he spoke to you "You should've taken a picture, it would've lasted longer" he says in a tone filled with fake pity, pursing his lips in a thin line. It was his turn to eye you up and down now, having a lot to see since the cloth did nothing to cover you up.

"I like your outfit" he compliments with an annoyed tone "but I should be the only one seeing you in it" he leans closer to you, "isn't that right doll?" Whispering into your ear. You shudder at his sudden closeness, breathing out softly. "Jungwon, we just fuck around that's it" you tried to reply firmly, but your tone wasn't so sure either.

Ever since you and him became friends with benefits, you had placed rules, but the main one was to : never catch feelings for each other. You're just fuck buddies, you're only supposed to fuck around and that's it. "Don't ever think about dating" he had told you, but it was becoming impossible every time you met him, especially with the mixed signs he was sending you way.

He seemed protective of you in some way, like tonight. It's not the first time he had hated the way you flirted with other guys, but he haven't told you anything about it, just to be careful of guys you've just met. Even though what he meant was to not get involved with other guys.

He just wanted you for himself, which was very selfish of him, especially since he was the one to forbid dating at all costs. But today was different. You could see it by just looking into his eyes. Maybe it was the alcohol he had just drank? You didn't know, but he seemed way more confident than before;

His hands immediately found your waist, and as his lips met yours, there was no going back. He pushed you against the counter in a second, his body engulfing you, and his tongue prodding against your lips. You had already got used to this by now, his tongue always found a way to sneak into your mouth, desperately twirling his wet muscle with yours.

As his hands trailed higher to grope your breasts, his knee made it's way between your legs, bucking it up against your core, making you whine out his name. You desperately grinded against his knee, your clit itching for friction, as his hands played with your chest and his mouth massaged against yours.

He pulled his face away from yours and leant down, attaching his lips with your neck. "Jungwon, more" you breathed between kisses as his teeth nip your skin and his tongue runs over the love bite, almost like a sorry.

He sucks your neck until he's marked it, marking you as his. "You're mine Y/n, got it?" he states, his lips returning to your neck. His hands guide your hips harder on his knee, your arousal already wetting you panties.

"Jungwon, please, need more" you whine out of need, making him raise an eyebrow at you. "Such a needy girl, aren't you y/n-ssi?" He shames, twitching his knee for emphasis.

"Who do you belong to huh?" he asks you, stopping his movements and waiting for your answer. "Y-you Jungwon" you reply, wondering what's gotten into him. He did empty a few bottles of soju tonight but this is not the alcohol speaking.

The revealing outfit definitely worked something inside him, arousing him more than he would think. "How about we take this off, huh?" he smiles sweetly at you, showing you his bunny teeth.

"In some dude's kitchen?" You question unbelievably.

"It's fine baby, the door's closed, and besides, if someone walks in, its not like they haven't already seen enough with this little outfit doing little to cover you up" he explains, lingering his fingers on the thin fabric, waiting for your to allow give him the green light.

"Fine" As soon as the word leaves your lips, he's tugging down the clothing covering your lower body, leaving you in just your panties. You're still covered at the top, but that doesn't make you feel less naked.

His hands snake down to your crotch, his fingers rubbing you though the fabric. You moaned in relief when he added a little pressure to your clit, the fabric of your underwear adding to the friction.

His fingers move lower, feeling the wet spot seeping through you underwear. "Fuck, you're really wet for me" he breathes out, a smirk playing on his lips.

His warm hands sneak past the elastic band of your panties, that way he could rub your clit better. "How makes you this wet, huh?" He asks, rubbing quicker and harsher when you don't reply, making you whimper out.

"You! Jungwon, you!" you almost scream out, the pleasure being overwhelming. He smiles gladly and rubs your clit in tighter circles, bringing you to an orgasm in return.

"Ahh, Jungwon, c-cumming" you moan out, your hips twitching as you release around nothing. His finger proudly leave slide out of your underwear, his lips kissing your cheek as you calm down.

He leans down to grab your bottom half of the revealing outfit, dressing you back in it. "From now on, I'm the only one who can see you in slutty fits, yeah?" he confirms, connecting your lips in a chaste kiss.

Just as he's about to pull away, the door swings open, revealing your spent figure and his composed one. He looks at your flushed face "We were just getting out of here"

Hi thankyou for reading this post! I hope it didn't upset anyone and please keep in mind that Jungwon is now an adult. I have been receiving a lot of Jungwon requests lately, so more Jungwon fics on their way!

Thankyou for all the love and support y'all have been showing me, it is honestly over whelming and I appreciate it since it helps motivating me against haters and create new fics for y'all :))

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theemporium · 10 months

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hey bae, can i pls get sirius who’s like obsessed with readers tummy, like it’s a little chubby and she’s insecure but he’s like liek “that’s fit”

thank you for requesting!🖤

You knew Sirius had a bad day when he stumbled into your shared apartment, far too tired to even mutter an enthusiastic ‘hello’ before he fell face first into the bed next to you.

“Rough day?” You had asked sympathetically but the boy could only let out a groan in response.

You had been lucky enough to have the day off, which resulted in a lazy day of doing the odd chore around the flat and laying in bed, reading a book in your pyjamas (which you had been doing before Sirius had come home).

However, with your boyfriend back and in the need of cheering up, you marked your page and quickly put the book down before you reached over to gently run your fingers through his hair. Your lips twitched when he let out an appreciative groan.

“What do you need?” you asked in a soft voice.

“Just you, baby,” he muttered back, his words slightly muffled by the comforter.

Sirius shuffled across the bed, practically throwing his body over yours which made you release a surprised squeal. However, the boy just grinned as he wiggled down, making himself comfy as he rested his head against your stomach and his arms wrapped around your thick thighs.

“There,” he let out a happy sigh.

“Love,” you called softly, squirming a little as though you were trying to shake him off. “Wouldn’t you be comfier up here? We can cuddle. I’ll be the big spoon.”

“Nope,” Sirius grumbled as his hands worked up and down your thighs before sliding under the hem of your shirt, his big hands splayed across your sides even when you tried to discreetly wiggle him off. “I’m right where I’m supposed to be.”

You thought you were being subtle. You thought he was far too tired to notice the way you fell quiet or how your hands had been glued to your side instead of running them through his hair like you had been doing moments before. You thought he hadn’t picked up on your sudden discomfort but he had.

Sirius lifted his head, his chin pressing into your stomach. “Baby, why are you so tense?”

“I’m fine,” you said with a dismissive scoff, putting a smile on your face. “Just thought maybe I could go make some dinner while you—”

“No,” Sirius stated bluntly, his eyes narrowing on you. “Something’s wrong.”

“Sirius—”

“Don’t say you’re fine or so help me, I’ll lose my mind,” Sirius muttered before he softly squeezed your sides in hopes of catching your attention, only to notice the way you winced slightly at the act. “Are you hurt?”

Your face burned. “No, I just—”

He frowned a little when you cut yourself off. “You just what?”

“It’s…squidgy,” you whispered to him like that explained everything.

His brows furrowed together. “What is?”

“My tummy,” you murmured as you squirmed under him but his hands only squeezed your sides to keep you in place. “I just…it’s not right.”

There had been days where you loved your body. The days where you loved the way you looked in a certain outfit or just felt a little more confident. The days where you didn’t hate the way you looked in the mirror or agonise over your side profile. You liked those days. You wished there were more of those days.

And then sometimes you had days like today where you felt like anything but confident or pretty or happy with the way you looked. Nothing fit right. Nothing looked right. You didn’t look right. Those were the days where you lingered in front of the mirror a bit longer, poking and prodding parts of you you wished you could change.

Those were the days you didn’t want your boyfriend lying on your stomach, all too aware that it wasn’t flat or—

“Baby,” Sirius’ voice called out to you, snapping you out of your spiralling thoughts.

“I—” But he quickly hushed you quiet, his big, puppy dog eyes staring right up at you like your words wounded him as much as they wounded you.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he said to you, his words holding so much determination as he pushed the hem of your shirt up, batting away your hands when you tried to stop him. “Especially your tummy. Fucking love your tummy, baby, she’s perfect.”

“Sirius,” you whispered his name as you watched him lean down, pressing a flurry of kisses over every single inch of your stomach he could.

“Don’t give two fucks if it’s squidgy or not, it’s bloody perfect,” he muttered against your skin, lightly nipping just below your belly button to hear the way you giggled in response. He lifted his head, a grin on his face as he squeezed your sides once again. “You got that?”

“Aye aye, captain,” you murmured in response, unable to bite back your own smile.

“Good,” Sirius grinned triumphantly. “Now say sorry.”

Your brows furrowed together. “Why?”

“For insulting my favourite pillow, baby,” Sirius told you before he laid his head back down on your stomach, pressing a sloppy kiss on your skin as he did so for extra measure. “She’s offended.”

“I—”

“Nuh uh, apology first.”

“I’m sorry,” you said between laughs as you watched him nuzzle his face against your tummy with a cheesy grin.

“Good, cause I would’ve had to fight you if you kept insulting her,” Sirius told you.

You snorted. “I wouldn’t want that.”

“No, you wouldn’t,” Sirius informed you, something quite like mischief in his voice. “I’m a dirty fighter, baby, I bite.”

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ghostselena · 2 years

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Two for One

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Topper Thornton x Reader

Summary: When two kooks convince themselves that they can get you to fold, they're surprised by the idea you propose.

Warnings: I...yeah.. - Male to female intercourse, creampies, unprotected sex (wrap it up), lots of body fluids, fingering, public sex, they're making them FIT, 18+ [2.6k words oops]

a/n: I'm not sure if anyone has done something like this, let me know just in case. Also thank you for 400+ followers, insanity! The way writing has been my stress reliever for the last two months and this is the sweetest treat that came along with it, so thank you again! Hella more to come ;)

The simple, yet provoking outfit you wore to the bonfire had the boys on high alert. Eyes following your every move and each conversation that you had with your friends.

Rafe never saw you as someone who he would date, and neither did Topper. Though you were a kook yourself and even graduated the same year as the Cameron boy, the thought of being with someone who hung out with pogues was not on their agenda.

They've seen you around the country club, hanging with your girlfriends, even Sarah. But it wasn't until today when they saw you, awakening this yearning need to have you to themselves.

"Has she always been this pretty?" Top drank from his red cup, the liquor no longer interested him. His eyes watched you like a hawk as you sat by yourself on one of the logs, in front of the fire.

His friend only shrugged, scratching his chin before turning to him, "Most definitely," he answered, throwing away his beer bottle to the side, landing it in the trash before building the courage to talk to you, "I'm trying something."

Top stared at him in confusion, watching his friend turn around to face him as he walked, "I got this shit,"

"What shit?" he asked, not understanding where the sudden bravery came from.

He was Rafe Cameron after all, whatever he wants, he gets.

"You'll see."

His feet carried him towards you, fixing his shirt before sitting down next to you, leaving a small space in between you to not overwhelm you with his presence.

He had to be smart, he hadn't been the best person to her friends. There's a small chance she could turn him down with no remorse.

You twirled your drink in your hands, finding joy in the fullness of it since you rarely drank. Jj had given it to you, telling you to let loose and have fun.

And fun you had, but not enough since you were now sat down by the water, enjoying the sound of the waves crashing against one another.

In the calmness of your night, you were on high alert to your surroundings. Most people had already left the bonfire, figuring they could do something more exciting than just drinking and dancing in the sand. You were ready to leave, but found excitement in noticing the two boys keep tabs on you throughout the night.

There was a big chance of seeing Rafe today, and you would lie to yourself if you said you didn't wear this dress to catch his attention.

As much as you wanted to hate the boy, you couldn't. The only reason you even hung around his house was to see him, even if it was just a glimpse. You'd see Sarah every day when you met up with the pogues, but knowing her brother liked hanging inside his room, the chance of sparking up a conversation seemed less strange.

You smiled to yourself when you felt him sit next to you, his strong cologne had hit your senses right away. You took a deep breath to keep yourself from melting in his strong arms.

"Took you long enough," you hummed, taking a few sips from your drinks to relax your nervous self. You'd caught him mid-breath, ready to speak but you beat him to it.

"What?" He questioned, quickly looking at his friend with a puzzled look, only receiving a shrug in response, only hearing part of your conversation

You turned to face him, putting the drink down in the sand to place your hands against your thighs, using your fingers as a distraction, "I've noticed you checking me out all night, any reason for that?"

He was at a loss for words, like a deer caught in headlights. Swallowing down his stammered voice and clearing his throat, a smirk appeared on his lips, "Can't a man admire your beauty, from afar?"

You smiled, ignoring the rosy cheeks that dared to give your flushed state away," Seemed like you wanted to devour me, with your eyes."

He gulped, licking his lips nervously once more, looking over to his friend who turned away and pretended to like the decor of the table's sheets, nodding to himself

You had caught Topper looking afterward, your hand waving over at him, "I loved the color of the mantel as well!"

They were embarrassed, to say the least, not expecting the turns of events that now faced them.

Deciding to drop the facade, he walked over to the two of you—deciding to sit on the opposite of Rafe, the two of them now seated on each side,

You wasted no time grabbing both of their hands, intertwining them together, "I feel the energy here, and, I know just how to fix that,"

They looked at you confused, letting you guide them away from the small group of people that were sitting away from your view, giving you the perfect escape from being seen.

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"This is insane," Rafe spoke, looking around and eyeing the secluded area that was hidden away from the bonfire, the only light source coming from the stars and the moon that now glowed against your skin.

Had you planned your night to go like this? No. But you craved the two boys that now stood in front of you, understanding the plan you'd explained to them on your little walk.

"It's killing two birds with one stone," You crossed your arms, hoping they'd give in to your idea.

"Out here, on the beach?" Top rubbed his temple, wondering if getting caught was worth it.

All this talk with Rafe was a conversation he followed along with, but now that he had you at his mercy, he couldn't wrap his head around it.

Sighing you drop your hands, raising them in surrender, "Nevermind." you turned around, clearly not on the same page with the boys.

The moment you turned, a hand grabbed your arm and pulled you towards their chest, your lips met against Rafe's—his long fingers holding onto your hair, keeping you in place.

The suddenness knocked all the air out of your lungs, your arms wrapped themselves around his shoulders before he pulled back, pressing his forehead against yours, "Now, where the hell do you think you're going?"

Two new pair of hands slid down your waist, Topper's chest pressed itself against your back, his lips pressed against your ear, "Thought you wanted us all to yourself,"

With Top's hands cupping your chest and Rafe's lips pressing themselves against your neck, you were over the moon as his tongue slid all the way back up to your lips, capturing them into an intoxicating kiss once more.

There was no going back as soon as you gave in, your body melted back against Topper, your hands were pressed against Rafe's chest.

"My Truck?" Rafe whispered against your lips, his face flushed while he stared down at you, his tall frame towering over you.

"Will we fit?" you asked, your hands tangled against his as you stared at him, biting the inside of your cheek while you wait

"Oh, everything will fit, alright," He smirked down at you, his eyes looking over at Topper before nodding as if they had this planned out beforehand.

You were laying on the back of the truck, out in the open for anyone to see the three of you.

Rafe had parked the car somewhere a little more secluded, eliminating the possibility of getting caught but it was still rather thrilling.

Your dress had risen up to your sides as you laid down, your underwear was nowhere to be seen, giving the two horny pairs of eyes the perfect view of your wet slit.

"You're fucking perfect," Rafe's lips were soon pressed against your needy clit, his tongue gliding slowly while collecting your juices. Your hands gripped onto his hair, letting out a whimper as he slid in a finger, hungrily eating your cunt as if it were his last meal on earth.

Top had slid down his jeans, the tip of his cock pressed itself against your lips—which you gladly wrapped around his head, keeping your eyes on his as you hollowed your cheeks, welcoming him into the back of your throat.

His hands gripped your hair tightly, positioning his hips to thrust himself deeply into your mouth, loving the way you slobbered all over his cock and down to your chin.

With Rafe adding a third finger into you, your legs wrapped themselves around his head to keep him there—hips pushing forwards to bring you to your first orgasm of the night

He fucked you with his tongue, knuckles deep into your cunt as you felt the familiar fire forming, letting go as you squirt all over his lips and face, fingers not stopping their unforgiving and rough tempo against you.

You pulled away from Top to throw your head back, mouth parted as your legs shook from the pleasure, "Oh, fuck fuck,"

"There she is," he grunted, enjoying how your body responded to his touch. He kept his eyes on yours, pulling his fingers away to wrap them around his lips, savoring the sweet juices that dared to become his favorite thing

"M' gonna ruin you," his hands were now pressed to each side of your face, leaning down to press his lips against your neck, grabbing one of your hands to press them against the tent that wanted nothing more than being buried inside of you

Topper had his hand wrapped around his shaft, keeping his eyes on the two of you, "She's being such a good girl for us, ain't she?"

Rafe looked down at you, brushing your hair out of your face with a smile, "She really is, aren't you sweetheart?"

You bit your lip are you nodded in agreement, wanting nothing more than to please them both.

"Mm, let me try something," you placed your hand against Rafe's chest, pushing him back against the truck— which was rather comfortable since he had a thin bed mattress that he could unfold.

As soon as his back had hit the bed, you crawled on top of him—using your hands to unbuckle his pants and slide them down his legs along with his boxers, letting his veiny and girthy cock spring out free.

Your eyes widened slightly, not expecting him to carry such a package which made him chuckle at your reaction, "It'll fit, trust me,"

Your mouth watered, but you wanted nothing more than to fill the ache that craved to be stuffed down your legs.

With your hand wrapping itself around his shaft, he hissed softly, watching the way you parted your lips and took him down your throat, gagging not even halfway.

He held back from buckling his hips, letting you take control as his eyes rolled back, fingers gripping your hair before you pulled away, wiping away the saliva that had slid down your neck with a grin, pumping his cock with your hand, "I need you,"

You held onto his shoulders as you sank down his monstrous cock, letting out a gasp while you shakily whimpered. He was more than you could handle, feeling the way your warm cavern swallowed him in slowly, till you reached the bottom. Your hands pressed themselves against his chest while you rolled your hips down against him slowly, getting used to his size.

His hands slid down to your ass, smacking your ass cheeks harshly before gripping them in his hands, helping you glide up and down at a desperate pace, your moans were held back by your teeth biting down against your bottom lip.

He noticed this and pounded up against you, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you from moving, "Fucking let me hear you, slut,"

Your breath hitched at his words, crying out as you held on to him, your walls fluttering and pulsing around his shaft.

Topper had slid behind the two of you, spitting down against his hand to push your body forwards as Rafe's hips came to a halt, "Think you can fit me in there?"

You turned your head to face him, leaning forward to give him space as he pressed the head of his cock against your stuffed entrance, slowly slipping into your tight and sweet cunt, "Holy shit," you let out, feeling overly full with the two of them thrusting themselves into you.

It felt deliciously good as you moved your hips back against them slowly, savoring every moment as they moaned, Rafe's hand sliding up to cup your breast in his hands, pulling down your dress from the top to wrap his lips against one of your nipples, squeezing the other one softly.

Top's hands gripped your sides, digging his fingers into them and jerking his hips into you, grunting as he pushed one last powerful thrust before spilling himself inside of you, his teeth bit down against your shoulder to keep himself quiet.

The warmness of his seed made you slide off from Rafe's, using your hand to wrap it around topper's cock and slide him into you, milking every last drop of his seed.

"Such a needy whore," he choked out, holding onto you as his hips jerked one last time into you, letting out a breathy moan before sitting back against the mat.

You let go of him, looking down at the other boy who watched you in awe, "You're fucking perfect,"

Grabbing the base of his shaft you slid down his leaking tip, moaning softly against his ear, "Yeah?"

He couldn't take the way you slowly slammed down against him, wanting nothing more than to split you in half.

He wrapped his arms around your waist once more, spreading his legs slightly before lifting his hips, rolling his hips into you at a reckless pace, the sound of smacking flesh filling the air as he pounded roughly into your throbbing pussy.

"You're gonna feel me for days," he grunts, loving the way your fingers ran through his hair before gripping it in your hands, your moans encouraging him to flip you over, pressing your face down against the mat.

"You're ours now, nothing but a pussy for us to fuck," he whispered against your ear, balls swinging against you while you pushed back against his thrusts, spreading your legs wider to let him hungrily devour you whole.

"M' so close," you whimpered, scared of letting out the moans you've been holding back, knowing they'll catch the attention of the drivers passing by.

You were sweating, moving your hips back to match his pace, feeling him deep as your face grows hot, "Cmon pretty girl, give daddy what he needs," his words were encouraging, struggling to speak as he chased his climax.

Your walls gripped themselves around his cock, back arching as you saw stars— breath hitching as you came all over him, crying out his name, "Holy fuck, Rafe!"

He whispered sweet nothings against your ears as his hips stuttered, spilling himself inside of you till every last drop, using his hands to move your hips back against him slowly with a satisfied sigh, "And ours she is," he turned to face Topper, who had a smirk planted on his face

Your legs gave out under him, letting him have his way with you as you tried catching your breath, "Tsk tsk, you don't think we're done with you, right?"

He pulled out of you, flipping you onto your back—pressing a rough kiss against your hips, the feeling of Topper's fingers pressing themselves against your entrance made you close your legs, to which he held open, shaking his head.

"You're not?" you asked, swallowing deeply as you felt your throat drying up, not believing the words coming out of him

"You've made the mistake of letting us in, and now I'm afraid you're not gonna be able to kick us out, pretty girl."

His words made your cunt clench around nothing, already missing their new owners, and god were you excited.

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pommpuriinn · 10 months

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Joohyung Getting Sick On Tour

Read Act 2: Sweet Mirage Japan Tour to get a brief introduction to what happened to Joohyung during Saitama day 2.

It was around 10pm and the concert was nearly over and finally the group was changing into their encore outfits to perform the last few songs they had.

“Here’s your skirt for tonight.” One of Joohyung’s main stylist (Sooyoung) handled over Joohyung’s black mini skirt. “Thanks.” Joohyung mumbled, as she got the skirt and was about to lift her left leg in she suddenly got lightheaded with all the rushing and kinda lost balanced. “Oh my, are you ok?” Sooyoung quickly got a hold of her. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine I just lost my balance a bit.” Joohyung laughed it off before quickly putting on her skirt. Sooyoung wasn’t fully convinced but she couldn’t think about it too much since they are still in a concert rushed setting.

“Make sure to keep an eye on Joohyung-ie.” Sooyoung warned Eunha who is Joohyung’s manager. Eunha hummed and took Joohyung and the boys back out to the side of the stage. She kept Sooyoung’s word and looked at Joohyung closely. Joohyung was looking a bit on the paler side on her face and breathing a bit heavier. “Joohyung to do need some water before going on?” Eunha asked, with a bottled water in her hand. Joohyung shook her head ‘no’, “thank you though. I’ll drink some water while we’re closing.”

Joohyung gave Eunha a fake smile before stepping out to the main stage. As she was performing ‘Blue Spring’ the lights sudden became brighter and hotter above Joohyung, she tried shaking it off and even placed her head down on hands which were holding onto the mic. In moas eyes it just looks like Joohyung got a bit emotional and is trying to hide her tears when in reality Joohyung was just trying to hold herself up a bit longer.

Finally the concert ended and everyone was heading to their hotel rooms. Joohyung felt like she can knock out at any second and was even falling asleep standing up in the elevator. “Be careful you’re going to fall.” Beomgyu laughed, as he held Joohyung close to him. “I’m just so tired.” Joohyung mumbled into his chest. Soon the elevator doors opened and Beomgyu pulled Joohyung along with him to their room. As Beomgyu was holding Joohyung close he felt her skin to be a bit hotter than usual, so to prevent Joohyung was getting sick he guided her to the restroom and sat her down on the toilet to help her wash up.

Beomgyu washed her face, brush her teeth, applied her skincare, and finally got her changed into her pajamas which was just one of his shirts and her shorts. Joohyung immediately knocked out once she hit the shared bed, Beomgyu placed the back of his hand on Joohyung’s forehead. “You’ve gotten warmer.” Beomgyu went to get a clean small towel from the restroom and ran it through cold water before ringing it fully out and folding it nicely. He then made his way out of the restroom and back to Joohyung’s side, “here.” Beomgyu placed it on Joohyung’s forehead hoping that would fix her little fever.

He carrying on his night doing his routine before quickly heading into bed with Joohyung and holding her close, “goodnight Jooie. Feel better.” Beomgyu kissed her cheek before snuggling into her neck.

2:10AM

Joohyung woke up to feeling stomach pain so she slowly got up and took the little towel off her forehead, and placed it on the side table before getting up and walking to the restroom. Suddenly, everything she ate the day before came up and out. Joohyung hated throwing up and wanted to stop but her own body wouldn’t let her.

On the main bedroom area Beomgyu started waking up with the noises coming from the restroom, and he started feeling around next to him where Joohyung was at and felt it empty. He got up pretty fast but still with his eyes pretty much close, Beomgyu made his way over to where Joohyung was at. “Noona?!” He was surprised seeing Joohyung’s head in the toilet throwing up. Beomgyu started rubbing her back and holding her hair back along with saying ‘everything going to be ok’.

After a while Joohyung was finally able to stop and actually breath, but now her body was sore from crouching and then clenching her stomach. “Go back and lay on the bed and I’ll go and get you some medicine from the convenience store.” Beomgyu helped Joohyung clean up and on to the bed.

It only took Beomgyu about 20 minutes to get everything and come back, luckily the location of the hotel and right near everything. “Look,” Beomgyu came to sit on Joohyung’s side of the bed with the convenience store bag ready to show her what he got. “I got you some medicine, teas for digestion and for your immune system, and a new toothbrush so you can throw your another one away. I even got the Sanrio one because I think you’ll like it more.” He chuckled, while handing her the cute toothbrush. Joohyung smile while looking at him and back at the toothbrush. “Thank you, puppy.” Joohyung gently caressed Beomgyu’s cheek making him lean in to her lovingly touches. “I love you Jooie~”

The Next Day/Saitama Day 2

Joohyung was the last one to wake up as Beomgyu insisted the staff wake her up on a later time since she didn’t sleep that well last night. Of course everyone knew what was going on with Joohyung, as Beomgyu informed everyone through next that Joohyung wasn’t feeling well and that she did end up throwing up and having a little fever. The members all went to see her and they were all quite worried seeing her pale on the bed.

“Noona~” Kai wrapped his body around her like a little child missing their mother which made Joohyung laugh whole hugging him. “Why are you acting like this?” She lightly ruffled his bed hair. “I’m just a bit worried.” He answered, still holding her. “I’m fine though.” Joohyung reassured Kai and everyone. “But you still look a bit pale. Maybe you should sit out tonight.” The main manger of txt asked also worried with Joohyung’s state. “That’s crazy I can’t sit out!” Joohyung sat up. “I’m fine I promise. I can do this.” Joohyung gave their manager a stern look. She couldn’t disappoint their moas by not showing up just because she felt a little sick, moas spent their hard earn money into them and into this moment just to see them. Their manager sighed, “fine. But the second I see that you’re unwell I’m pulling you out Joohyung. Your health is our priority and it should be yours too.” He gave her his final words.

The staff help ordering their breakfast and brought their personal medic to run a covid test on Joohyung just make sure. Fortunately, it was negative but the medic said that it could be exhaustion so Joohyung had to really watch out about that and too not go as hard tonight as she usually does. Along with ‘if you lightheaded, dizziness, or you feel like you’re going to faint call it a day and just rest because you’re just going to hurt yourself more’. Joohyung thanked the medic and both headed out their separate ways.

“Noona we ordered you a light breakfast just in case your stomach was still weak from last night.” Taehyun sat Joohyung’s breakfast in front of her. “Thank you Taehyun-ie.” Joohyung smiled, as she saw a bowl of stew with some fruits in a cup waiting for her. While the guys were already half way through their breakfast they started seeing Joohyung littler and littler bites of her food until eventually just started moving the spoon around the stew, or the fork playing with the freshly cut fruit. “Are you ok?” Yeonjun rubbed her back. Joohyung hummed, “I have a weak stomach right now, but I’m fine.” Yeonjun nodded understanding Joohyung. “I’ll make you more tea so the food can go down smoother.” Yeonjun got up and grabbed a mug and got one of the teas Beomgyu brought last night and started making it. Not long after Yeonjun brought it back to the table in front of Joohyung. “Here you go noona.” Joohyung placed her phone down and set her eyes on the mug with the tea’s aroma hitting her nose. “Thank you so much junnie-ah.” Joohyung patted Yeonjun’s head earning a smile and a slight blush from him.

Joohyung honestly wanted to cry with how much the members are taking care of her even if it’s something minor. She really couldn’t ask for anything better than them. They are her everything.

Concert Time

“We have make sure we’re watching Joohyung from the corner of our eyes ok. If you see her start loosing balance just hold her a bit see if she’s ok. Ok?” Yeonjun whispered to the rest of the members while Joohyung was getting mic up. All the members agreed and started doing their little stretches before the screen in front of them moved up. As Joohyung was about to walk into her position Kai stopped her, “go easy ok noona.” He rubbed her shoulder. “I’ll try.” Joohyung held his hand and placed a kiss on the back of it.

Joohyung got into her position and as the screen was lifting she placed her stage face on and prayed that everything will work out the way she wants it. She even made her makeup/hair team create a cute appearance so it will distract moas from thinking she looks sick, hopefully the blush will come through and give her color for her pale sick skin.

Honestly, Joohyung was holding it together was actually smiling and having fun. She didn’t know if it was the adrenaline or the medicine she took awhile ago, but of course not everything lasts. It wasn’t even half through the concert but during their second ment Joohyung started to breathe heavy, and it felt like she couldn’t even catch her breathe. So she started slowly walking behind the members as they were talking to moas trying to walk it off and she was even waving at moas that were behind them. Soobin took notice of Joohyung’s behavior and grabbed a towel and dumped some water on it, and walk to where Joohyung was and placed it around her neck. It was to cool her off without putting some really cold and probably making it worse.

As Yeonjun was finishing the conversation and before going to the next set of songs Soobin whispered to the members to now keep a closer eye on Joohyung because she’s starting to feel it.

It was ‘Can’t You See Me’ that it hit Joohyung a little. But if you were in the audience you wouldn’t even know that she was struggling. The red lights give it a seductive feel and with Joohyung’s half close lids it looks like she giving you and seductive siren look. But in reality the light were harsh on her eyes and making her feel hotter and a bit dizzy.

All the way from ‘I Know I Love You’ to ‘Magic’ Joohyung didn’t move a lot. She was pretty much just walking around singing to moas and the camera. Joohyung really couldn’t run around the stage or even jump with moas like she would do in previous concerts. She was able to do the Magic dance break part without missing a step or falling over, but it was dance unit part where you really saw her miss place her feet due her getting a bit dizzy. Yeonjun quickly held her and both continued smoothly.

This is where you really see Joohyung sickness and some moas already see that Joohyung is unwell during ‘Opening Sequence’. Joohyung had to get up and down from the floor and hit all the moves which wasn’t really agreeing with her stomach a lot. As they move to the near to the end of the song where they had to get on the floor one last time and Taehyun has he moment. Joohyung finally got what felt like two second to try to recollect herself and push through, but she opened her eyes she saw that she missed her cue in front of everyone.

Usually mistakes aren’t bad in anyway mostly if your in a practice room setting or rehearsing on stage, but in Joohyung eyes mistakes when their not intended on stages like these hurt her pride. Especially with someone that’s a perfectionist like her. She basically felt embarrassed and that didn’t go well with her upset stomach again. As they got to they ending pose and Joohyung saw moas worried faces the rush of water came up and Joohyung placed her had on her mouth and turned around quickly. The members moved their mics away from their mouths so everyone wouldn’t hear them. Yeonjun encourage Joohyung to just throw up right then and there, but Joohyung couldn’t do it and it was hurting her more. Beomgyu saw the tears and quickly helped her get off stage and into the hands of the medics that were waiting on the side. “Take care of her, please.” Beomgyu watched with sadden eyes, as they took her away from him in a rush.

Backstage

The medics had a futon in one of the green rooms ready just in case something like this would happen. “Lay her on her side just in case she does vomit.” The female medic instructed, and just as she finished speaking and they got Joohyung on her side she throws up water and bits of what she ate before. They quickly clean her up and start taking off her shoes and some of her stage outfit just so she can cool down. “Here, place the oxygen mask on her.” As they placed the mask over her mouth and nose another medic went to check on on her pupils to see if they’re dilated. “Her pupils are a bit dilated, but not much which is pretty good.” Which means Joohyung’s body wasn’t completely in the exhausted stage. “Let’s get an IV in her arm to hydrate her.” They were able to get her to sit up couch and have an IV in her arm.

Joohyung started to have tears flowing down from her eyes, but she didn’t make a sound indicating that she was crying. When the staff saw her looking at the tv that was monitoring the concert with eyes full of tears, they of course felt so bad for her because they know much performing means to her. “Hey, it’s ok to feel sick and make a little mistake. They would understand Joohyung.” Minseok (one of there staff) tried making Joohyung feel better. Joohyung sniffled and shook her head ‘no’, “but they worked so hard to see us and they deserved to see a performance with no mistakes and have no worries.” Joohyung cried. “And now they have to see an incomplete stage with the thought of a messing member in the back of their heads.” All Minseok could do was to hug her and have a shoulder for her to cry on.

“I talked to the medics and then said that it wouldn’t be best for you to continue performing right now.” Eunha came into the green room to inform Joohyung. “But what about-“

“No Joohyung. I’m sorry but I can’t let you hurt yourself further.” Eunha sternly talked to Joohyung. “Can I at least perform my solo stages for them? I can’t let me down Eunha.” Joohyung looked desperate to perform which hurt Eunha to see her like this. “Joohyung you can’t.”

“Please Eunha let me perform. Let me perform this and I won’t ever do this again I promise.” Joohyung plead to Eunha. Eunha knew it wasn’t right but she saw the hunger in Joohyung’s eyes. The hunger to go on stage, it was the same look Joohyung had a couple years ago during her trainee days. Eunha let out a heavy sigh, “Bae Joohyung this is and will be the final time this will ever happen, ok? I don’t care how minor your sickness is you will never do this again and you will stay resting the next time you feel one ounce of sickness, and this goes for them too.” Eunha pointed at the screen that showed the another five singing and dancing.

“I promise.”

Concert Time After Joohyung Left/Backstage

After explaining that Joohyung wouldn’t be joining them for a couple of songs they move on to one of their slower songs, ‘Anti-Romantic’. It felt weird seeing an empty spot in the middle of the stage and they were all zoning out until they heard no one singing. Beomgyu immediately took all of Joohyung’s lines causing moas to ‘ah’ at how quick Beomgyu was able to pick up Joohyung’s lines. They ultimately felt incomplete.

The members kept on feeling that until Joohyung’s VCR started playing as they got backstage to change. “Is Joohyung going back on stage?!”

“What happened to her?”

“Is she ok Eunha?”

Of course their concern about their noona right away. “Medics said that she was going to hit the stage of exhaustion, but luckily she didn’t.” The boys sighed in relief. “They did stick an IV in her arm to hydrate her body and she did cry obviously, but the crying was mostly because of her performance perfectionism got to her pretty bad.” Eunha explained further. “She really wants to perform her solo stages, so I’m only letting this one thing to do this then she immediately sitting down and getting rest. I don’t think I will let it slide with you guys too, I already warned Joohyung about it.” Eunha gave her final words before going back to Joohyung.

“I knew it got to her.” Yeonjun sighed, as placed his ear-ins over her ears. “You could by the look in her eyes. She was embarrassed, but it wasn’t her fault.” Soobin was sad about the whole situation. “I wish she didn’t have to go through this.” Taehyun hated seeing Joohyung this distressed.

All their heads lift when they heard moas cheer loudly, they saw Joohyung standing on stage like nothing happen. “No matter in sickness she still looks so pretty.” Beomgyu smiled at the tv. “Noona always glows on stage.” Kai replied, watching her start the song.

Unfortunately, the the boys couldn’t cross paths with Joohyung as she had to go backstage again while they were already behind the screens again ready to perform the final half of the concert. This time Beomgyu had to light his own rose, and it felt weird again not having Joohyung by their sides. It just meant that they had to hit the moves just as hard as her and fill in her roles. They got through all songs and each member had a chance to sing Joohyung’s lines which was a bit hard to remember who was going to sing her lines in each song in such a short amount of time, but they got it.

As they ran backstage to change into their finally outfit for the encore they saw Joohyung there already changed with the tour shirt on and her makeup redone. “You’re going to do the encore with us?” Kai asked, with bright eyes. Joohyung nodded, “I feel about 5x times better with the IV they gave me plus we don’t dance during the encore stages, and I want to close this concert with you guys.” The members really admire Joohyung and her dedication to with the group and perform for moa.

Moas were so happy to see Joohyung on stage again with the group. It really shows them how much there’s a missing piece whenever a member isn’t there.

As Joohyung was saying her goodbye speech she got emotional again with the support moas were giving her, and how even though she felt like she wasn’t giving her best it was enough for moas. “I’ll make sure to come back healthy and give you a even better show than I did tonight.” Joohyung bowed before signing tubatu off for the night.

#txt 6th member #txt additional member #kpop added member

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winternet-s · 5 months

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𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 - platonic.

flash warning !

summary : in which [name], yuuji, megumi, and nobara had one mission to eliminate the curse but found themselves in each other's bodies.

pairing : none because why not ?

notes : if you know by who i was inspired by for your powers mwah on ur forehead + i hate writing with "you" so i'll go back with "she"🫶🏿. + a lot of time skip + it is awful <3

───── Sitting in the front with Ijichi, you took the time to give yourself a makeover, which you missed this morning due to the sudden knock on the door. Not paying attention to what was going on around you, you turned your gaze to your brunette friend. "Nobara, is my liner all right? I think the one on the right is longer.”

Feeling stressed under the hard gaze of the girl who proceeded to shake her head - “Nothing to worry, your liner looks perfect !” A sigh of relief left your mouth not noticing the stares of the boys behind you. However, a clearing of the throat caught your attention: it was Ijichi. Understanding his signal, you put your make-up away and took the time to listen.

"A level two curse had been reported in an abandoned amusement park,” he explained calmly under the attentive ears of the young teenagers, “we don’t have much information on it, nobody seemed to have been attacked by it.” He finished while parking the car, you and Nobara could only wince at this lack of information.

“So we're being thrown into the lion's den, I’m not even surprised anymore.”

“It’s not Ijichi-san’s fault.”

“Don’t worry Ijichi-san we’ll take care of it, right guys ?” Optimistic as ever, Yuuji managed to get a smile from the black hair - nervous, admittedly, but a smile nonetheless - while Megumi simply nodded, Nobara returned a confident smile and you rolled your eyes before looking at your watch.

Seeing the time on the clock, your eyes widened in surprise, you rushed towards the boys and grabbed them by the collar - "We've got to hurry, I've got a date with that boy in two hours! If I miss it, I promise you'll never see the light of day again." The duo nervously sweat dropped at your sudden change of attitude, but did not say anything.

"Don't forget I have to help you with your outfit!" Nobara added as she joined you right after you.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

The closer the creepier it would get, yet it was the morning you couldn’t imagine the color pattern at night a shiver came tickling your spine. First thing that welcomed your group was the huge clown’s head which saw itself losing its colors. His mouth was wide open, smiling mockingly. No matter how much you looked around, everything seemed to be really scary, and nothing he found as an attraction attracted you, making you wonder how this park ever worked.

“This place gives me the creeps . .” You mumbled while following your friends, Yuuji on the other hand seemed quite in awe of the place, “Man I wish I could have been here before it got closed !” he said with his tone revealing all of his happiness, the three of you could even see stars in his eyes.

You only frowned at his statement before remembering how much he loves these kinds of things, noticing how calm the place was when you opened your mouth - “Guys, I think we should split into duos. It would be much easier, plus we don’t know what to expect.” - As you talked you looked at each of them, seeing their expressions reassured you, they seemed to agree.

“I agree, I’ll go with Nobara and you’ll go with Itadori.”

With firm nods you parted ways and started to walk along with the pink hair, carefully looking around there were some distorting mirrors that were more or less in good condition, seeing your reflection lying there Yuuji couldn't help but let out a laugh. You couldn't let the smile spread across your face. Yuuji was a ball of happiness, but only moments later the creature's presence grew stronger and stronger.

“Yuuji be ready I can feel it.”

“Play with me . .” A distorted sounding voice began to echo in your ears, repeating the same words, warning you of a creature that was surprisingly small in stature. But it contained a great mass of occult energy. The creature was adorable in appearance, small and round with short legs that happened to be hidden by its body, it was pastel blue and had large black eyes that looked like spiral squiggles.

“It has to be the cutest curse I’ve ever seen.” You admitted, “Sorry sweetie but playing with you won’t be possible.” Removing your earrings, two new figures appeared: twins with blond hair, one of whom happened to be slightly taller than his brother.

"I've missed your beauty so much!" It was Yuto, who was on one knee on the ground kissing your hand as Kuto looked on in disgust - "Now I understand why her ego seems to grow bigger every day..." Murmuring the pink-haired sweat dropping in front of the stage, your amount of confidence would sometimes be at the same level as your teacher.

“It's for things like this that I like to summon you Yuto you always know what to tell me but enough talk, let's get to work!"

The two curse weapons were transformed into firearms, making it possible to attack from a distance while Yuuji took care of the close-range attack, which seemed to work at the start of the fight. Until it opened its mouth, sucking up everything in its path. You hated that feeling of humiliation you felt towards such a tiny opponent, and that sensation of being sucked in you could only be drawn towards the curse.

Trying to shield your face, you saw your friend clinging to a lamppost that was about to fly into the wolf's mouth. "Kuto, Yuto we have to help Yuuji!" you cried, "Yuuji catch!" you threw him one of your weapons, a white light appeared and a rope appeared binding you both together.

Trying to pull as hard as you could, it seemed impossible.

“What’s going on ?!” Nobara was holding you by the waist, pushing you towards her, and Megumi was standing there.

“We’re having fun,” you stated sarcastically, "The goal of the game is simple: the first one who ends up in the stomach is the one - no but what do you think?!" Glaring at you, the brunette didn't have time to reply before she felt herself being sucked in, the four of you can only let out screams before being swallowed.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Opening your eyes slowly, you stroked the top of your head and let out a groan, feeling a slight headache as you did so. Nobara happened to be the first to wake up - "Aah Nobara we're alive, is my hair all right you know how much trouble I had styling it this morning!" At the sound of your voice you stopped immediately, your voice had become much deeper, with a lighter gentleness added to it. Wanting to be sure, you turned to see your body waking up.

"Tell me I'm dreaming ..." You fell to your knees, grabbing 'your' face as exaggerated tears streamed down Itadori's face, and then it was Nobara's turn to panic, as she was in Megumi's body.

"We need to find a solution and I don't like it at all!"

"Hey, my body's not that bad!"

"Not only am I in it, but Sukuna's in it too, If I need to remind you!"

"Oh..I forgot."

"She's right, [name] doesn't necessarily have the ability to control your body like you do. This is turning out to be a lot more complicated than I expected." Explained Megumi who was trapped in Nobara's body, eyebrows frowned thumb and forefinger under her chin.The Nobara who was trapped in Megumi's body nodded.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Later in the morning you found yourself forced to cancel your date with the handsome brunette you had met at the mall. Currently you found yourself sitting in Yuuji's office chair waiting for more suitable clothes.For the shopping trip you planned with Nobara while waiting for the curse to be found. A few moments later Yuuji pulled out a sweatshirt and a pair of jogging bottoms. "Here, this should be okay !"

“Hmm sure, and here you go,” you handed him your clothes before standing up,”Do not get dressed before I come back.” It was out of the question for him to see your body without you knowing, it would be embarrassing, so you went back to your room and undressed with your eyes closed. Not wanting to see Itadori's body, you used your touch to change and it was easy to get changed.

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you worked out a few details before taking your make-up kit and accessories with you. Hurrying towards his room, you knocked before entering - "It's about time I thought you - er, why do you have so much stuff in your hands?" You laughed at the look on his face before placing your equipment on his desk.

"What question is that, my face loves being pumped so that's what I'm going to do. Come on, close your eyes." You removed the uniform from your body, leaving it in your underwear, before stacking your outfit piece by piece.

A white off shoulder cashmere showed off your shoulders and stopped at the level of your hips, while the bottoms were a pair of low-rise gray-blue jeans decorated with a belt. You slipped on a simple pair of trainers before starting on the make-up. As much as you liked taking care of yourself and putting on make-up, today you were thinking much more about your friend's comfort, after all, he was the one in your body, so you put extravagance to one side.

“You look so pretty,” pushing him in front of the mirror, letting him admire your work,”What do you think ?”

"You've done a great job [name] as usual!" He gave you a thumbs-up as he smiled, "Although the circumstances are still bizarre ... ..." He scratched the back of his (your) head.

“Don’t remind me.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

It was in a somewhat chaotic mood that the clothes fitting for you and the brunette took place. You would have liked to see the clothes on your bodies, but for obvious reasons this was not possible. Nevertheless, you did pick up a few pieces. Continuing your walk through the shop alongside the brunette, you spotted a cuddly toy that reminded you of him, who was sulking nearby.

"Look at these fake nails, they're so cute!

"They'd totally suit you!"

"Well girls, we're getting a bit tired here!" Yuuji complained, getting confused looks from the customers, while Megumi (in Nobara's body) pretended not to know you, bothered by the sudden attention. Rolling your eyes, you headed for the till to pay for your shopping before joining the boys (in each of the girls' bodies) waiting outside the shop.

Once you'd finished, you joined the duo waiting for you as they walked together out of the shopping center. A café caught your eye - " How about a little something to eat before we go back? Smiling, you pointed to the café, receiving positive responses.

"But you pay." Said Nobara (in Megumi's form), walking past you (Yuuji's form), owlishly blinking your eyes confused you pointed at yourself (Yuuji's form).

"Yeah it was your idea after all.." Seconded the real black hair, stuck into the brunette's body.

"You guys are the worst." You grumbled walking behind them a pout on your face (Yuuji's face). Walking in the cafe, everything inside was so pretty, the pastel colour palette dominating every corner of the shop making you feel like a princess in a man's body. The pastries in the window made you want to eat them, they were so pleasing to the eye, but in the mouth? The joy of being in the body of a growing teenage boy!

Arriving at the counter you all took your order, which you had the false joy of paying for. Sitting down at a table, you began to eat, but you stopped Yuuji in his tracks, grabbing his wrist. "Don't move." You took out your phone and took a picture of him (your appearance).

"Come on [name] I'm hungry!!!"

"Yes, two seconds, I can still take photos of myself can't I?!"

"There's not a second where you can't stop embarrassing me …"

"You'll have to get used to them, Fushiguro." Says Nobara said as she sipped her drink, watching you and the pink-haired girl argue meanwhile the spiky hair (in Nobara's body) could only sweat dropped at her statement.

"[name] I thought you couldn't go out today ?"

Hearing your name, you stopped pulling on your body, which had been conquered by Itadori. Turning, you met the dark-haired man with whom you were to spend the day. Yutso. He looked at your body, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth slightly open.

The whole table was silent, an atmosphere of embarrassment hanging over you but not seeming to affect the young man who was waiting for an answer. Stumbling over your words, you finally tried to open your mouth but were quickly cut off.

"You should have tell me if you wanted to spend time with your friends over me I would've understand . . ."

He offered you a forced smile veiling his sadness, ashamed you lowered your head (Itadori's head). Your body seemed completely elsewhere before being kicked by the duo who had noticed your discomfort with the situation, both of them began to glare at him.

Clearing his throat (your throat) Yuuji spoke, "I'm sorry for lying to you, I was caught in a family situation with my cousins over here and I didn't want to bother you with my problems. ." Yuuji softly explained.

"I understand but, if you want to talk about it I'm here and if you want to take your mind off it we can always plan a date for another day." Then he hurried on, "I mean, if you want to!"

"I would love that !" It took you five seconds before you realized your mistake due to the look you received from the latter who was looking at you with wide eyes, you corrected yourself before continuing "For the two of you I meant."

"You have some supportive cousins I see !" Yuuji nodded, and accepted the invitation for you before greeting the brunette who had to leave.

"I can't believe I had to witness your hormonal surge." Just hearing that voice it irked you.

"Not the wannabe Ben 10 alien talking now . ."

Ignoring the words coming out of the mouth that had appeared on your cheek, you were happy with the course of things and ate with peace of mind while chatting with your friends.

“I almost forgot,” you said before rummaging in your bag, pulling out a plushie, it was a brown rabbit with pink bows that was at ear level, “She reminded me of you, adorable and so kind. Plus it's a thanks for coming with me and Yutso." You handed him the gift happy to know that he was liked it.

"Woah you're the best [name] it's so sweet, thank you !"

At the same moment you found yourself with the cuddly toy in your hands, then you looked ahead and saw Itadori in front of you, looking to your left and seeing Kugisaki looking back at you. You quickly understood and you both high five, again giving the cuddly toy to Itadori, the four of you let out a breath of relief.

"Ah I missed my body, we should thanks Gojo-sensei after !"

"Agree !" The rest of them immediately nodded. Grateful for his help. But knowing your teacher.

"Thinking about it, he will probably remind us how humiliating that mission was for us and mock us so how about we ignore him ?" You asked, they all nodded excepted Yuuji who was enjoying his plushie and food.

"You're right."

ᝰ.ᐟ winnie's note : it's so long for nothing 😭 but hopefully some of y'all liked it i'm so disappointed with what i wrote but still kind of enjoyed it (?) + i'm planning a series, well three i'm so excited ! also i've put some visuals (link for some stuff if u can't visualize hehe) see ya

#anime fanfic #black writers #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jjk comedy #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk first years #itadori yuuji #megumi fushiguro #nobara kugisaki #x fem reader #x reader #anime x reader #jjk fanfic #jjk oneshot #chaotic #so embarrassing #what did i just write

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princessbettina · 7 months

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Bittersweet Memories: Cody Rhodes x Fem reader pt 1 (18+)

A/N: Hey guys! Here is chapter 1 of my first ever Cody Rhodes series. Some chapters, like this one, may be a bit short and won't contain much of explicit material. As the series continues, the chapters will get longer. If you wish to be tagged in future chapter posts (my taglist), please comment to let me know. I hope you all enjoy ♡

Warnings: None. It's kind of short. Apologies if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes in this.

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The current year is 2023. You’re hanging out with your best friend at your house, reminiscing on past life moments together, talking about your very important and special someone who you were extremely lucky to have back in your life again...

"I used to hate him, F/n! He left me and an incredible company behind when he quit and come to find out he co-founded a new company of his own, just to go against the company he once was a part of many years ago." You truthfully spoke to your best friend as she listened to you speak about the man you were head over heels for now.

"Did he realize he would have broken my heart by his sudden exit at first during that time? I doubt it, but gosh, I am beyond happy at what happened a few years later to where we are now." You continued on, staring off into space as your best friend giggled softly at your behavior.

Flashback to the year 2014, when you and him officially first met.

You stood backstage in the arena where Monday Night Raw was held for the night, stretching and warming up for your own match.

While doing some side stretching, you glanced up at your surroundings when your eyes laid on a guy who looked a bit goofy at first glance.

He had on silver and black face paint that made it look like a giant star was splattered atop of his face. Along with this metalic red and black body suit, of course, with stars on them too.

His hair wasn't the color it is in the future, oh no. The man had dark brown hair, almost brunette if you will.

At this glance, you knew you wanted to talk to him, at least introduce yourself to him and get his name.

You took a few steps towards him and instantly smiled at the sight of him smiling at you, too.

"Isn't that like skin tight? Your outfit. How do you fit into it?" You asked flirtatiously but didn't realize it at first.

The man chuckled at your question and smirked as he ran his hand down his chest; "It's what I like to call a 'Mehvlar' body suit. And maybe next time I'll have you be the one who assists me into it."

You instantly blushed and giggled after hearing this response. "What a flirt this guy was," You thought to yourself.

"Hi, My name is Y/n. We haven't officially met yet. I'm one of the newest women superstars on the roster. What's yours?" You asked the guy with another smile.

The young man smiled and held out his hand to you; "In this costume, I'm Stardust, but in reality, I'm Cody. Cody Rhodes."

You widened your eyes in a good way as the name you heard began to ring a familiar bell in your mind. It all clicked for you and you couldn't believe who you were talking to and wanted this moment to last forever.

Your hand met within Cody's, as you both shook hands and again smiled up at one another.

"It's nice to meet you, Cody. If you ever need a friend, I could be your gal for that." You playfully winked at Cody.

The blue-eyed man nodded his head as he chuckled; "Of course, you seem like a nice girl. I'll for sure consider your offer."

Was it getting warmer and warmer in the hallway, or was it just you?

Talking to Cody brought you joy and happiness, even if it was your first time meeting one another. He was one of the sweetest and kindest men you ever met, he was even making you feel warm and bubbly inside.

You hoped he felt the same way about you, too.

"Stardust! You're on next," said one of the backstage managers to Cody. He nodded his head and began to take a few steps forward where gorilla was.

Cody quickly turned back around to face you and smiled briefly; "It was wonderful meeting you, Y/n. If you're free after the show tonight, I'd love to hang out, maybe grab a bite to eat or a drink, only if you want to, of course."

You couldn't stop smiling. You nodded in agreement; "That sounds lovely. It's a date, Cody. Oh, and good luck tonight"

Cody smiled and then waved to you before walking back to Gorilla and having his match as Stardust.

You watched as Cody disappeared further backstage. Your heart and stomach beamed with happy butterflies.

You were excited and couldn't wait to see where this adventure with your new friend was going to take you.

The end ♡

Thank you so much for reading. I hope you enjoyed it. Stay tuned for updates on next chapter releases! I'll see you in the next chapter ♡

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dee-writes-smut · 1 year

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USED, ABUSED

FEATURING dark!Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington girlfriend!reader

CONTENT WARNING Eddie takes advantage of drunk!reader, forced orgasm, rape, pet names, slapping, unwanted infidelity.

SUMMARY Eddie has had a crush on you forever and when he sees you show up to Nancy's Halloween party in a skimpy outfit, he can't help himself anymore.

AUTHORS NOTE I'm sorry in advance! This is brutal. Please don't hate me.

Steve was your one true love. He always had been and he always would be. Eddie hated that fact, despised it actually. Steve had gotten everything Eddie had ever wanted and their friendship had never been the same since.

You were none the wiser, hanging out with your best friend in the whole wide world whilst also sneaking kisses to your boyfriend, but you weren't that sneaky.

Eddie still saw, was forced to watch your body melt under Steve's, and wished it was his own.

God! What he would give for a chance, just one chance to show you how much that limp dick Harrington was going to ruin your life. The two of you weren't meant to be, not like you and Eddie. That's what he believed, it's what he knew, that you and him were written in the stars and he was never, ever going to let anyone stand in the way of your destiny. Eddie knew he would have his shot, all he had to do was by his time for a little while longer and then he would pounce and take what was rightfully his.

Nancy was throwing a party, a Halloween party to be exact. You couldn't believe it when you first heard it. Nancy Wheeler, the girl next door turned alien-fighting badass was throwing a regular old party with booze and too many people. Even if it was a bit odd for the girl, you were determined to join the fun in order to support her. It did put a damper on plans that your boyfriend, Steve, had to work during said party and wouldn't be able to make it, but he promised you to meet up the next morning for coffee which aided in your grumpiness.

No matter, you were still going to show up, for Nancy. For your costume, you decided to torture your boyfriend a bit for missing out, choosing a skimpy sailor costume in memory of his old job at Scoops Ahoy. It was barely anything really, just a small cropped top and mini skirt with some black stockings, but you felt beautiful in it and couldn’t give two shits what anyone else thought.

When you walked out of your apartment dressed to the nines in your little outfit, Steve's jaw hit the ground. He begged you the entire way to the party for you to just go back to his place, or even for you to allow him to join you at the party, but you simply told him that he needed to work and that you'd see him tomorrow.

When Eddie saw you walk in the door in your stupid excuse for a costume he inwardly scoffed. How could Steve let you leave the house looking like that? He was disgusted by your audacity, but couldn’t help the way his throat closed up as that tiny striped skirt blew up to show the bottom of your ass. It was a magnificent ass, plum and perfect and Eddie couldn’t help but fee himself swell at the sight. Damn, he needed you bad.

“Nance!” You smiled as you pulled her into your arms, squeezing her tight.

“Y/N! You’re here!” Nancy squealed as she returned your hug.

“Of course! I wouldn’t miss a Nancy Wheeler party for the world.” You laughed, releasing Nancy and taking a good look at her outfit. She was dressed to the nines as Penny from Inspector Who. “Where’s your other half?” You asked looking around the stuffy living room.

“Using the bathroom.” Nancy rolled her eyes, smiling. You laughed, of course Jonathan would be hiding in the bathroom dressed as Inspector Who.

"Hey, Nance have you seen-"

"Y/N!" A sudden voice shouted interrupting you and plowing you over into a hug.

"Robin!" You laughed, hugging her tightly and spinning around.

"Oh my god! It's been too long since I've seen you! That dingus has been keeping you all to himself." She complained and you let out a loud guffaw.

"I know!" Nancy added, "it's honestly disrespectful! We saw you first!" and they had. Nancy and Robin spotted you reading at the Library with an assistant badge on and asked for your help on finding magazines on Victor Creel. You happened to be an enthusiast on the man and was able to not only help them find the information they needed, but also get them a meeting with Creel. They figured they could use your help, so they brought you into the fold, explaining everything.

"You'll have to take that up with Steve, you guys!" You raised your hands in surrender, chuckling at their dramatics.

"Oh don't you worry, we will." Robin sneered, cracking her knuckles.

"I will deliver the message." You mocked a fake salute, holding in a burst of laughter. "But seriously, Rob. Love the costume." You smiled. playing with her tutu. She was one of the Grady twins in the shining. "Who's the other twin?" You asked, confused. Robin blushed a deep red before murmuring. "What?" "Its Vicky, okay?! And I swear to god if you send me a look I will rip your eyes out!" She huffed, clearly embarrassed.

"I wasn't going to say anything, but okay." You shrugged, winking at her. "Where are the drinks?" You asked, looking at Nancy.

"The kitchen." She smiled, pointing toward the other side of the living room. You thanked her and excused yourself to get a drink, manovering through the numerous sweaty bodies of people you didn't recognize. By the time you made it to the kitchen you understood Jonathan's need to 'use the restroom'. You knew Steve would be picking you up, so you decided to indulge a little and by your fifth drink, you started to think you indulged too much. Your head was light on your shoulders and your cheeks were on fire and you couldn't stop laughing for the life of you.

"What's so funny?" A voice from directly behind you whispered in your ear causing you to jump. Turning, you noticed it was Eddie and immediatly calmed.

"Jesus, Eddie, you scared me!" You huffed, shoving his chest jokingly. He caught your hand before you could remove it, his grip tight enough to bruise. "Woah. Eddie that hurts!" You whimpered as his grip tightened.

"You think you can just walk in here dressed like that and not get punished, you slut." Eddie growled pulling you by your arm into his chest.

"What are you talking about?" You asked, your heart starting to quicken as you tried to push him off you.

"You're going to follow me without a word or I'm going to hurt someone, understand?" He snarled menacingly, eyes dark.

"Yes, I understand." You stuttered, suddenly feeling completely and utterly sober as he dragged you from the kitchen to a bathroom down a narrow hall. As soon as Eddie locked the door, he shoved you up against a nearby wall, shoving his face into your neck and inhaling your scent.

"Mhm, you smell delicious, sweetheart." He moaned, licking his way up your neck. You had started to shake, barely holding back tears as he defiled you.

"Please! Please, you don't have to do this." You sobbed, trying to push him off you. Eddie slapped you before responding.

"I'm going to do whatever I want to you and you're going to stay still like the good little whore you are, got it?" Eddie threatened, a while you struggled a reply, your ears still ringing from the slap he had delivered. "Got. It."

"Yes."

"You'll address me as sir." He growled, and a tear made its way down your cheek at the thought.

"Yes, sir." you stuttered, shaking with fear as his hands made their way down your body.

"Good girl." Eddie purred, his cold hands caressing your stomach from under your shirt moving up until they met the cups of your bra. He let out a groan as he pulled the cups down, fondling your breasts as you closed your eyes, trying to forget that this was even happening. "Hey! Eyes on me." You immediately reopened your eyes, not wanting to piss him off further. His calloused hands were rough against your skin as he worked your nipples, causing them to peak with arousal. "So responsive for me, honey." He murmured, sucking on the skin of your neck before nibbling on it. You held back a sob, unbelieving that your body was betraying you this way.

"I'd love to take my time with you, but after watching you strut around in that little costume, half your ass on display, I don't think I can wait much longer."

"No! Please-" Your pleading earned you another slap, so hard it made your head spin and your nose to bleed.

"Guess if you won't shut up, I'll have to do it," Eddie grunted, ripping at the bandanna around your neck and shoving it in your mouth. "Take it out and it won't be a slap that you'll earn." He threatened, and you just cried, unable to comprehend what was happening.

When Eddie ceased his ministrations on your breasts you almost cried with relief. but it didn't last long as they quickly made their way down south, pushing your small shirt up and ripping your underwear off your body. You just stood there quietly, eyes open, but unseeing.

Eddie pulled your underwear up to his nose and breathed in. "Like peaches." He moaned before quickly unzipping his skinny jeans and pulling his erection free. You tried your hardest not to look, but you couldn't help but glance down to gauge the amount of hurt you were about to go through. He wasn't longer than Steve, but he was definitely thicker, more tears streamed down your cheeks as Eddie chuckled.

"Like my cock, princess? Can't wait for it to be in you, huh." He taunted before spitting on his hand and rubbing it through your dry folds and along himself, stroking himself a few more times before lining up with your hole. "Gonna fill you up real nice." he hummed before thrusting all the in.

"Argh!" You screamed in pain through the bandanna, sobbing more as your fight renewed, pushing and kicking, trying to get him away from you.

"Now princess, is this how we treat nice men who fill your greaty little hole?" He chuckled before pulling back out only to thrust back in once more. After that he set a brutal pace, unrelenting and harsh. The skin on your back was burning from the scraping of the drywall against your skin from the movement. "So tight for me," Eddie groaned, his face in the crook of your neck where he left occasional kisses.

"Can feel you squeezing me so nice and pretty." He taunted. "Bet you're about to come, aren't you?" The sad truth was that you were indeed about to come. You had been trying too hard to hold back, to not make a sound, but he was filling you up so nicely and hitting all the right spots that made your head dizzy. You tried to deny it, but the tightening in your stomach was impossible to ignore.

"How about I help you, huh, princess," Eddie smirked into your skin, bringing a hand to where you were connected, finding your button, and circling it in tight, rough circles. You couldn't hold on anymore and let out a muffled moan as you fell over the edge into an unwanted bliss.

"That's right princess, soak my cock," Eddie moaned before painting your walls with his come.

"No," you grumbled, too weak and sore to do anything else.

"That should teach you, whore." Eddie sneered, panting as he let you slump to the floor. He tucked himself away after regaining his strength, zipping up his jeans and fixing his hair before spitting on you and exiting the bathroom where you lay, sticky, used, and alone.

Slapped once more by Eddie's words, you felt a wave of despair crashing over you. The realization of being utterly helpless in this situation intensified with each passing moment. There was no escape, no savior coming to rescue you from this nightmare. Eddie's presence loomed over you, suffocating and dominating every inch of your being.

As he withdrew from you, leaving you trembling against the wall, your mind raced with a flurry of conflicting emotions. Anger, fear, disgust, and shame intertwined in a chaotic dance within your mind, each emotion vying for dominance. You wanted to scream, to lash out, to break free from this torment, but you were paralyzed by fear and the overwhelming sense of powerlessness.

The pain radiating from your body served as a cruel reminder of the violation you had endured. Every bruise, every mark, was a testament to the brutality of Eddie's actions. Tears continued to stream down your cheeks, mixing with the blood from your nose, as you struggled to come to terms with what had just transpired.

Feeling utterly drained, both physically and emotionally, you slumped to the floor, curling into yourself as if seeking solace from the cold tiles beneath you. The bathroom seemed to close in around you, the walls closing in like a suffocating embrace. You felt small, insignificant, a mere puppet in the hands of a cruel puppeteer.

Time seemed to stretch on indefinitely as you lay there in silence, the only sound echoing in the empty bathroom being the erratic rhythm of your own heartbeat. Each beat served as a grim reminder of your mortality, a stark contrast to the indifferent world outside.

Eventually, summoning whatever semblance of strength remained within you, you pushed yourself up from the floor, using the sink for support as you struggled to stand. Every movement sent waves of pain coursing through your battered body, but you refused to succumb to despair.

With trembling hands, you fumbled with the faucet, splashing cold water onto your face in a feeble attempt to wash away the remnants of Eddie's touch. The water felt like ice against your skin, a stark contrast to the fire burning within you.

As you gazed at your reflection in the mirror, the image staring back at you seemed foreign and distorted, a mere shell of the person you once were. The bruises marring your skin served as a cruel reminder of the trauma you had endured, each mark a testament to the horrors of the night.

With a heavy heart, you turned away from the mirror, unable to bear the sight any longer. The events of the night weighed heavily on your mind, casting a shadow over your thoughts and leaving you feeling lost and alone in a world that suddenly seemed so dark and unforgiving.

Summoning whatever strength remained within you, you took a deep breath and made a silent vow to yourself. You would not let this define you. You would not allow yourself to be reduced to a victim. You would survive, you would heal, and you would emerge from this darkness stronger than ever before.

With newfound determination coursing through your veins, you squared your shoulders and took a tentative step forward. The journey ahead would be long and arduous, but you refused to let fear dictate your fate. As you exited the bathroom, a glimmer of hope flickered within you, a beacon of light in the darkness, guiding you toward a future where you would reclaim your strength and your voice.

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chicken-fifi · 1 year

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Stuck and in Lust - Ji Changwook Imagine (NSFW)

Requested by anon: Bcu ur request is open again, can i request a full imagine of changwook elevator headcannon please?? 😻😻

Word Count: 940 words

Warnings: sex, pinv, unprotected, creampie, fingering, etc

Rushing out of your apartment you all but ran to the elevator pushing the button before checking the time on your watch. You were late. You had originally planned to leave for the meeting thirty minutes ago, but you’d overslept not registering the time when the alarm went off. And getting ready had taken much longer than you had thought it would - you were going to have to start preselecting your outfits the night before again just to be sure time wasn’t wasted getting ready. The doors opened and you almost rushed to step in when you noticed who was inside. Ji Changwook- your ex-boyfriend.

For a moment, running down the stair seemed like a good idea, but the heels you were wearing said otherwise. You stepped in ready to push your respective button only to groan mentally as you saw its light was already turned on. Great. Stepping back and to the side, you tried to get as far away from Changwook as possible, the elevator beginning to descend. No more than to floors in, there was a sudden jolt knocking you off balance and into Changwook who was quick to steady you as best as he could. The lights inside the metal box flickered on and off for a moment before staying on. The elevator was no longer moving.

“Are you alright?” Changwook asked, more out of courtesy than actual concern as he removed his hands from you.

“I’m fine,” you replied, watching as he stared at you for a moment too longer before stretching his are to the button panel and hitting the emergency button a few times before getting a response. He was quick to explain the situation to the person on the other end, while you went back to your corner and tried your hardest to avoid his presence despite the fact that his fingertips had left little fires on your body. Then a small piece of vital information made it’s way to your ears and had you screaming, “AT LEAST AN HOUR?!”

Changwook looked at you making eye contact as the person apologized leaving the only line of communication you had to outside world. He shoock his head whilst you were practically kicking yourself in the ass for not taking the stairs, prospective sprained or broken ankle be damned. You cursed kicking off the heels and rolling your feet - both of which were very grateful for their liberation.

You heard a small huff of amusement, “What?”

“Why would you wear those shoes when you hated them since you got them?” he asked.

“Professionalism. I need to look the part at my company to not just be seen and taken as another pretty fact that was hired to fit the quota. Besides they aren’t that bad.”

Lie. And you knew that he knew that too, but he opted to not say anything. Silence ensued until you broke it.

“Truth or dare?”

And there began your downfall. While the beginnings of the somewhat innocent game were fine and dandy, making being stuck in an elevator with your ex somewhat tolerable, the questions soon began getting more and more risque until…

“Truth or dare?” he asked.

“Turth.”

“Has anyone ever pleased you as well as I did?”

You cheeks flushed as you looked away. That was an unwarranted question, and presumably both of you knew the answer to that question. You would never say it aloud, certainly not to him, but no one had ever fucked you as good as he had. No one had left you as spent and satisfied as he once did.

“I asked because I know that no one has compared to you. I can't get you out of my head.”

Whatever will you had left was gone with his words. You all but launched yourself onto him, kissing him furiously. He reciprocated the action, hands going to your pencil skirt and balling up the fabric to your waist. He ran his fingered over your clothed core, slipping past the silky fabric and diving right in. You turned, back now pressed again the metal wall as he hoisted you up and brought you inevitably closer to him as he continued to fuck you with his fingers, stopping just as your orgasm was near.

Undoing his pants he pulled himself out of his boxers and wasted no time entering you, something you were grateful for. His hips set a grulling pace as he whispered foul words into your ear praising you in between each curse as you managed to keep up with him, moaning as loud as you felt like doing. Your legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer, lips crashing onto his neck and sucking ginergly while his hands wandered to your shirt and pulled at it undoing the buttons and eventually pulling your breast from your lacey bra and sucking on them nimbly.

His hips sped up and had you screaming as you came around him suddenly, he stilled groan as you felt his hot seed painting your insides. You hummed in content, tired, and very satisfied. Why did you have to be stuck in an elevator? Why couldn’t this have happened in your bedroom so you bask in the after glow for a little longer with him?

The answer would never be known as the elevator began to descend again forcing the two of you to separate as you scrambled to make yourself presentable managing to do so just before the door slid open on the third floor revealing some firefighters and engineers. All of which could assume that something other than panic had happened in that tiny metal transport.

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yeahimwiththeband · 2 years

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i love teaching you to dance so you can dance with other men

summary: at madison square gardens in new york, mc izzy is invited to go on tour with the lead guitarist of Harry’s opening act (an oc named george). izzy, 23, had been to a few shows with her cousin lydia before this and just thought it was a short weekend break from her dull life working in her parents’ store. she has to learn to dance for a gala her new boyfriend is taking her to the next day.

a/n: harry styles love on tour au. an edited snippet from the longer story, with the band.

warnings: angst, anxiety, people pleasing behavior, bad dancing.

Izzy headed toward the concert hall, now empty. The last of the audience had left and the floor of the pit littered with confetti. The arena was darker than it usually was, just the spotlight on.

She had gone to two shows, more than she had expected, as her cousin Lydia’s “social media assistant.” Lydia would be working on the rest of the tour, and Izzy’s entire body was buzzing with the idea that she’d join them too. Months away from home, with the band. Izzy had never been on a plane, and now she could fly all over the world—and with George, her first real boyfriend. Her hands were shaking, she was so anxious and happy.

Lydia was in the nosebleeds, feet resting on the railing of the balcony, arms out on the chairs on either side of her, breathing in the space. It actually looked bigger empty and with the lights off; Izzy was awestruck.

Izzy climbed her way up to Lydia, amazed at the sight of the empty hall from up there.

Izzy’s hair had fallen down during the concert and as she leaned over the railing, it dangled with her. Lydia snapped a picture.

“You look like Rapunzel. Or something like, out of Shakespeare.” Their voices echoed in the vast space.

“You mean Romeo and Juliet,” Izzy said. She hadn’t totally forgotten her minor in English.

Izzy puffed her chest out like a goofball and strutted the aisle, speaking out to the empty hall: “My only love, sprung from my only hate.”

“That I must love a loathed enemy…” a voice said from below.

That voice.

Izzy smiled. She couldn’t help it.

“Speak again, bright angel!” Harry laughed, coming out from under the balcony. “Oh, it’s just you, Izzy,” he said, mock disappointment in his tone. Lydia giggled and rushed downstairs.

Izzy leaned over and smiled at Harry. Lydia picked up a flower a fan had tossed onto the stage.

Harry wore his outfit from the last song of the night, blue slacks and a glimmering tan shirt, now open to his waist. Tattooed wings peeked out on either side of his chest.

“My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words of your uttering, yet I know the sound,” said Izzy.

“I’m too bold; ’tis not to me she speaks,” Harry replied.

“I have no joy of this contact tonight. It’s too rash, too sudden!”

“That’s not how that goes!” Harry laughed. “Will you leave me so unsatisfied?”

“That’s not how that goes either!” They were both laughing now. Izzy followed Lydia down to the pit, calling after Harry, “what satisfaction can you have tonight?”

Lydia spun around the pit, kicking up the confetti on the floor. It floated around them like snow.

“A dance,” Harry said, holding out his hand and bowing like they were in a play. “Would you dance with me?”

“That’s more Jane Austen than Shakespeare,” Izzy said.

“Summertime sadness! Play summertime sadness!” Lydia cried. “They’re still in the booth,” she added, pointing above the balcony.

“He was just kidding,” Izzy said. Harry dropped his hand.

The chords of the opening came on. The song sounded like summer, lush and warm.

“Dance with him,” commanded Lydia. “I must be entertained. I want dancing, you’ve already done theatre.”

Harry held out his hand again and Izzy placed hers in his.

“I don’t really know how to dance like this,” she said.

Harry lifted her other hand and put it on his chest. She could feel the warmth of his skin through his shirt.

“Just follow my feet.” He stepped back and Izzy stepped forward, then to the side, then back to the front, where she stepped on his toes.

“S’alright,” he said. He put his arm around her waist. He was a few inches taller than her.

“Maybe I should practice with Lydia,” Izzy said. “We’re family. She won’t mind if I step all over her.”

“Not a chance,” Lydia called from the stage. She was propped up on her elbows, watching them, grinning.

They repeated the steps again, then Harry put his hand around her waist. Izzy was surprised she hadn’t broken both his feet by now, but the song was beautiful and easy to dance to. She felt totally calm. Harry pulled her closer and they danced the simple box step to start. Harry’s touch was different than George’s: it was deeper, firmer.

Izzy grew more confident in her steps and they floated around the pit, Harry leading her around the barricades in front of the stage and back around the first row of seats. Izzy managed to lift her eyes from the floor to see Harry’s kind smile; he was watching her while she was carefully watching her feet. Harry spun her and dipped her and she laughed as Lydia watched.

The song faded out, the last notes echoing in the hall. They danced until there was no more music, slowing down when there was only total silence left. Lydia clapped loudly and shouted her praise for their performance, asking for another one.

“Thanks,” Izzy stammered. “George is taking me to a charity thing tomorrow, and there’s dancing, apparently.” Harry stepped away from her.

“George is good at finding opportunities to get more press. I’m sure you’ll get lots of good photos.”

“I’m going as his date,” Izzy said. Harry dropped her hand.

“His date,” Harry said. “That was fast. You didn’t seem like George’s type.” Izzy felt devastated by the matter-of-fact tone of his voice. She felt her anger rising.

“You don’t know me,” Izzy shot back. This was true: she didn’t even know herself. Izzy was mad at Harry and had no problem speaking her mind because she didn’t care what he thought. And it felt so good to be honest and let it all out.

“Play Bel Air! Let’s do another one!” Lydia yelled from the stage. But no new music came on.

“Know you a little, I think,” said Harry, a little softer.

“I hope so,” Izzy said, calming down a bit. “I’m staying on the tour for the next few months. Now that Ryan got George to open for you for all the US shows, I can stay.”

“But you’re not a real content creator.”

“I know. I’m staying with George, as his girlfriend.”

Harry took a step closer to her. “Izzy, George is an asshole.”

“What is it with you two? He’s a real artist, you know,” Izzy protested. Harry scoffed. “Is it that you really can’t handle another guy in the spotlight?”

“You don’t belong here.” Harry said. “This isn’t you.”

“It could be.” You don’t belong here ricocheted around her mind like a thrown knife, cutting down this new image Izzy had of herself as this cool girlfriend with a cool job with the band.

“You’d be safer at home. I think you should go home.” The arrogance.

“Maybe I don’t want to be safe,” Izzy said.

“That’s too bad,” Harry said.

Izzy felt a sudden swell of determination to stay on the tour. She thought about what waited for her at home and shivered. Harry had no idea what he was talking about. You don’t belong here landed on her like a slap in the face. Her skin prickled with anger—it was different than the shame she usually felt.

“I’m staying.”

Just then, the lights flickered on in the arena and they were drowned in bright fluorescents. Lydia sat up, pressing her hands into her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” she added, in spite of herself. She meant it, but she hated herself for saying it. Harry was being unreasonable, not her.

“It’s okay,” he said. “I love teaching you to dance so you can dance with other men.”

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read with the band for more of this angst and bad dancing

#harry styles au #love on tour au #harry styles oneshot #oc #harry styles blurb #harry styles fic rec #harry styles angst #summertime sadness #harry styles imagine #harry styles #enemies to soulmates #enemies to lovers

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inthiseternalmoment · 7 months

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Realizing that I finally am starting to see myself as beautiful

My beauty/desirability/worthiness of love was conditional for so long, and I had no idea

9/18/2023

I’m surprised that I’ve been journaling for this whole month every single day. Do I really have that much on my mind – yes I do, said my brain just now.

I don’t have much on my mind right now, so I guess I’ll quickly talk about my hair for a bit.

I love having longer hair. I love being able to tie it up and I’m so excited to try different updos as it gets longer and longer. Yeah, it’s very girly pop and I’m embracing it v much 🥹

To be honest, it’s the most me I’ve ever felt. I resonate deeply with the idea that your hair is an antenna – it’s no coincidence that as I’ve become more aware of my spirituality, my hair has gotten longer and longer.

Aprille commented today that I wasn’t comfortable with photos being taken of me back in WA and she’s right. I think back then there was this constantly present self-hate below the surface that kept me from truly embracing whatever a photo would reflect back to me.

I was constantly worried about how I would look, and if I did see myself, I would make a snarky but incredibly self-deprecating joke about my appearance. Nowadays, I’ve come to love photos of myself so much more. I’ve been able to smile genuinely in/at photos, and I’m not afraid to be photographed with a wide smile.

Reflecting on this, I see why the awakening process is such a gradual one. It’s like we’re all teeming with insecurities and it would be too much of a shock to go from hating yourself to all of a sudden not.

I think in my own way, I conflated my identity with my own brand of self-deprecating humor. It cleverly disguised as what was really self-hatred in the name of “witty comedy,” but looking back on it, I was really sad about everything.

I don’t think I saw myself as beautiful. It was only in fleeting moments here and there when I looked in the mirror, or when a photo caught me in what I deemed a “flattering” angle.

I saw myself as too skinny, and not tall enough.

I would pick apart how I looked a lot.

I see now that it was difficult to comprehend this because I had many moments where I thought I was “attractive” because of some specific situation. Conditions were thrown in for my beauty, like “I’m handsome…if I’m seen in person, and my skin isn’t super oily, and my lips aren’t chapped, and my hair is falling in the right way, and my body is at the right angle, and the outfit I have on is good, etc.”

It was all so conditional.

Even as I try to recall my way of thinking, it’s difficult to remember how I thought because I don’t really have these thoughts nowadays (it’s become less and less every day).

I am beautiful now. And it’s without doing anything.

I am beautiful when I feel the breeze on my skin. I’m beautiful when the sun shines or the night falls. I’m beautiful when I breathe in, and breathe out.

I’m beautiful in every moment because I’m connected to all the beauty around me. I can see the beauty in everything because I am a part of that beauty.

…

Now when I think about that person who shied away from cameras, I see how sad he was. How he felt that love for himself was conditional.

I recognize that part of the reason I feel peace more and more now is because I have begun to love myself unconditionally more and more.

Even my attachment to my wardrobe is partly coming from this place of conditional worth. On the one hand, I love that it is a means of self-expression. However, that can become a crutch if I rely on it to feel beautiful.

And I think this attachment can be assigned to everything about my self expression: my jewelry, tattoos, hair, etc.

I don’t need to drop all these attachments. What feels right is to let go of them as a means to feel valuable, desirable, beautiful, worthy, and loved. They can purely be means of self-expression – and honestly I think in ways they've already started becoming that.

I did not see long hair as desirable on men for a long time, and here I am loving it more than I've ever loved my hair before.

I was worried about the "job opportunities" that might be closed if I got visible tattoos, but I'm here now with a hand tattoo and plans to get my neck done next year.

I even went on a date with a man in WA once who wore a pinky ring, and I remember thinking it looked effeminate (in a negative way) only to now be wearing a pinky ring that I love.

…

We’ve been watching James May in Japan and in one of the episodes he gets a “Jpop” makeover in Sendai at the store below only to decide to keep the clothes he wore originally.

I never though freedom was cheap

Turns out freedom is free. There was nothing wrong with James’ clothes, they’re inherently neutral. If he loves them, that’s perfect. I may not know the reason he chooses to wear what he does, but I intend to fully know the reason why I choose to wear what I do.

I think it was more about being desirable + self expression back in WA, but now as we move toward untethering (which would mean a tiny wardrobe), it might be more about utility?

If I’m beautiful no matter what, clothes should have no effect on that. This is an ongoing journey, so I don’t need to have it all figured out now. But I’m starting to piece things together…breadcrumb by breadcrumb.

#personal #september #2023 #9/18/2023 #27

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poolside || 6.17

with @bronson-jones-sub . Oz and Bronson have some fun and some conversation by the pool.

Oz had been frequenting the pool more and more. It wasn't exactly set up to be a party central, but there were lounge chairs and cool water under the sun - it was good enough for him. He smirked when he spotted a familiar slim and pale form laying on his stomach in one of the chairs, and he tried to keep as quiet as he could as he walked over to claim the chair beside Bronson. "I do hope you've remembered sunscreen, princess," he cooed, leaning over to kiss the back of the sub's neck, one hand sliding possessively over the curve of the sub's ass.

Bronson had been lying outside for about twenty minutes, completely lost in his own mind, so he didn't hear the man approaching him until he spoke. Jumping a little at the sudden presence, he turned his neck, and smiled as soon as he realized who it was. "Sir! Of course I put on sunscreen! Couldn't risk damaging my skin, could I?"

He leaned in with a fond smile, pressing a kiss to Bronson's curved lips. "Good girl. Not that I would mind smoothing aloe all over you, but let's avoid the sunburn, hm?" Oz squeezed Bronson's behind lightly, then moved to settle on his own chair, stripping off his kimono to reveal a very small speedo he'd chosen to wear. "I take it you're enjoying the heat?"

Bronson returned the kiss happily, chasing his lips as he pulled away. "I mean, you can always find other things to rub on me, Sir," he replied with a wink. "I'm never going to turn down a back rub. Oh the heat is great...so are the outfits people decide to wear in them..." Bronson trailed off as he noticed the speedo that hugged Oz's body perfectly. "You look beautiful, Sir. As always."

Bronson's comment had him laughing as he settled onto his stomach. "I'll have to remember that, when you've earned some extra pampering." Oz nudged his sunglasses down to meet Bronson's gaze, shifting his hips to wiggle his ass playfully. "Thank you, princess. Would you be a doll and get some of this on my back?" he asked, holding up his sunscreen.

"Hey, you say the word, and I will do whatever it takes to earn that, Sir," Bronson said truthfully. Standing up, he nodded and took the sunscreen from Oz. He shook it gently and put some into his hand to warm it up before rubbing it along the bronzed skin of the Dominants back. Bronson loved touching him, truly he did. It was his favorite thing in the world to get his hands on the strong muscles and warm skin that belonged to Oz. And maybe he lingered for a second longer, but who could blame him? "All set, Sir."

He sighed happily as Bronson obeyed, those warm hands like heaven on his skin. "Mm, thank you, princess. C'mere," he beckoned, tugging him in for another kiss. "I feel like I haven't had nearly enough time with you lately, pretty girl."

Bronson eagerly moved in for another kiss. "I feel the same way. But I just assumed you were busy. Which is totally fine, Sir!" He bit his lip nervously. "I just really missed you. I hate not seeing you."

"I've missed you too, princess. My cock's been craving your perfect pussy," Oz murmured, hoping to see the sub squirm and blush a little bit. "Maybe we can go shower off together once we're done sunbathing and you can spend the night with me? If you don't already have orders."

A blush instantly took over Bronsons face. "Sir! You can't just say things like that, not out here. What if someone heard you?" He looked around, sure that someone had to have heard what Oz said. "I don't have orders...and a shower and the night with you is exactly what I'd like to spend my evening doing....please?"

“Then they would know how much I enjoy fucking you, princess, what’s wrong with that?” Oz grinned shamelessly at him, wiggling his eyebrows. “Then you’re mine until tomorrow. Whatever shall I do with such a prize?

"Nothing, Sir. I guess I'm still somewhat getting used to being teased by you in public." Bronson smiled, loving the idea of being referred to as a prize. "Well, if I'm a prize, then whatever you'd like, Sir. But, could I make a suggestion?"

“I have no shame, sweets. Get used to it,” he said with a wink. Oz cocked his head curiously. “I’m always open to suggestion. What’s brewing in that pretty head of yours?”

Bronson looked down for a second, thinking about how to word what he wanted. "Well I know we had talked about it briefly, but I was wondering if we could maybe do the stuff with the kitten ears and the petting?"

Oz smiled over at the sub, reaching out to touch his cheek. “Of course we can, princess. Sweet little kitty needs some attention?” He teased, thumb rubbing over his lip.

The pet name instantly brought him out of his nerves, making him look back up at Oz. "Yes, Sir," he replied as he nodded eagerly. "I really do."

He chuckled at that. “You’re so fucking cute.” Oz turned onto his back, stretching leisurely. “What else are you in need of, kitten?” he asked with a smirk, arching his hips up suggestively.

"So you're just determined to keep me in a state of blushing then?" Bronson said as he looked at him, face beet red. "I need to touch you, Sir. To feel you, and taste you. And maybe even if I'm a good kitten, I could be touched?"

Oz shrugged, trying to look innocent but knowing he totally failed. "You look good with red cheeks, what can I say?" He slid one hand down his own stomach, thumbing the waist of his skimpy swimsuit. "I think that could be arranged, kitten. Do you want to wait for all this until we get to my room?"

"Do I look good with red elsewhere, Sir?" Bronson asked teasingly as he looked down at Oz's hand, understanding his question fully. "No, I don't want to wait. I want you so badly, Sir, I mean, just look..." uncrossing his legs, Bronson showed his cocklet, the organ hardening between his legs.

"You sure do, kitten, especially with your ass all stained red from my hands before I fuck you," he returned, winking at him. Oz licked his lips, humming at the sight of Bronson's little cock stiffening. "Look at that tiny little toy... it's so cute when you're hard, princess," he teased, reaching over to tease the stiff length with one finger. "Tell me what you want, kitten. Right now."

"I like when you spank me, especially when it's followed by that." The humiliation came quick, and it created a bead of precum that fell off his cock and to his leg. "I got hard from the second you asked me to rub sunscreen on you, Sir...just touching you turns me on. I want you to control me. Tell me what to do."

Oz scooped up the little drip of precome and sucked it off of his own finger with a little moan. "So sweet." Smirking, he patted his lap. "Come up here and straddle me, kitten. I think you deserve a little time for pleasure, and I want you to feel how hard my cock gets for you. Remember when I had you hump your pillow like a sweet bitch?" he cooed, reaching around to cup his ass once Bronson was on his lap. "I want you to hump me just like that, princess. Right here where everyone can see."

These were things they'd done before. Bronson had done things with Oz in public, but doing them at the school, with students they knew, it was more intense. Still, he climbed on top of him, immediately settling down into his lap. "I remember, Sir. I felt so dirty when I did that. Like an animal...but I liked it so much." Slowly, he began to do just as Oz said, humping his lap.

Oz kept his focus on Bronson, gently kneading his ass. "Mm. My dirty little kitten," he praised, helping him rock his hips. "You look like such a needy slut like this, princess, with your leaking little cocklet. I love how it drips so much," he hummed softly. His cock was stirring under Bronson, beginning to obviously tent out his tight speedo.

Bronson kept his eyes locked on Oz, afraid that if he looked down between them, looking at the man's growing bulge, hed cum then and there. "Your slut. I'm your slut, Sir." His hips were moving faster as he realized just how much he enjoyed this and how little he cared if people were watching. He knew he looked like a bitch, a dirty slut who was desperate to get off, but that's what he was.

"That's right, baby, you're my sweet little cock slut," he hummed, dipping one finger between his cheeks to tap against Bronson's hole. Oz licked his lips, watching Bronson get more and more flushed. "If you make a mess on me, kitten, you'll have to clean it up."

Feeling Oz's finger against his hole made him speed up. "Does that mean I can cum, Sir? Please?" Bronson was already teetering on the edge but Oz's teasing was getting him that much closer.

Oz nodded, smirking widely up at him. "You can. Cum for me, princess, show me how much of a mess that baby cock can make," he purred.

It was as soon as Oz told him to that he was spilling himself over their stomachs and chests. He was always impressed just how much he was capable of coming, possibly from how few times he was allowed to. "Fuck!" He moaned loudly as his hips jerked forward one final time.

He groaned happily when Bronson jerked on top of him, making a mess all over his swollen, covered cock. Oz squeezed his cheeks firmly, before slapping one, the sound cracking loudly. "God, look at that mess, kitten," he crooned. "So sexy when you squirt like a pretty bitch."

Bronson looked down at the mess he'd made, blushing at how covered the two of them were. "Can I lick you clean, Sir? I don't care if I'm messy, but you deserve to be cleaned off."

He moved his hands to stroke along Bronson's thighs slowly. "You damn well are going to clean up the mess you made," Oz teased, pinching his inner thigh playfully. "And then you're going to suck my cock."

Bronson couldn't hide his smile as he bent down, lips and tongue finding Oz's chest as he began to lick his own cum off of the Dominant. He tried his best not to linger, he hadn't been given permission to do anything but clean him, so that's what he did. He worked his way down the man's body until he reached Oz's clothed cock. His eyes fluttered up to meet the other man's as he sucked on the fabric, cleaning what hadn't already soaked into it. He could feel how hard Oz was, the cock barely contained.

He petted over Bronson's hair as the sub licked up his own release from his skin. A low moan hummed in his throat when those lips reached the soiled material of his swimsuit, sucking over his cock through the fabric. "That's a good girl," he whispered, lifting his hips slightly.

Bronson hooked his fingers in the waistband of Oz's speedo, desperately needing to see the man's cock. He pulled it down, mouth watering at the sight. His own cock was right next to it and the sudden contrast always made him feel embarrassed. "So big, Sir. So nice and big." Stroking it a few times, Bronson reveled in how it felt in his hand, the weight of it and the warmth. He leaned down to press a short kiss to the head, collecting some of the precum on his lips, which he then eagerly licked off with a moan.

"That's right, kitten, nice and big like a real cock should be," he agreed. Oz moaned when those pretty lips finally pressed against his length, enjoying the look of his precum on his mouth. "You gonna put that mouth to proper use, princess?"

"Yes, Sir. Your cock is real, it belongs to a man. Mine is just nothing more than a toy." He continued to lick at the head before Oz questioned him, which encouraged him to suck down the length before him, taking him halfway as he used his hand to stroke the remaining length.

his hand slid to the back of Bronson's neck, squeezing gently when he finally slid his lips over the head of his length. "Good girl, fuck... you look so hot with your mouth full of dick," Oz moaned.

Bronsons eyes were half lidded as he looked up at Oz, still a bit blissed out from his own orgasm. The words were already going back down to his cock as he sucked on the man's length, taking him deeper until there was no longer any need for his hand. He stayed there for a moment, letting his nose do all the breathing as he just took in Oz's scent, letting his perfect mound press into his face as his throat strained against the intrusion. But he loved it. He loved feeling completely overwhelmed by cock, like he was owned by the length that was cutting off his breathing. When it became too much, he pulled off with a choking sound, stroking the length that was now soaked in his saliva.

Oz groaned and tugged lightly at the sub's hair when that sweet mouth slid even further down his length, swallowing him down fully. "Shit... mm, kitten, that's perfect," he breathed, loving how Bronson's throat clutched around his length, making another spurt of precum leak from his tip. He gently tipped Bronson's head back to meet his eyes when he pulled off, chuckling at the sight. "You getting sweet and stupid on me already, princess?" he teased, his voice rough but fond.

Bronson blinked rapidly at the question before smiling a bit lopsidedly. There was something about Oz that always made him fall into this headspace so easily. Maybe it was how he spoke to him, or how he so effortlessly used him, Bronson wasn't sure, but he loved it. He loved feeling so spacey and weightless. "Yes, Sir," he slurred before going back down, sloppily sucking on the man's cock.

Fuck, did he love that. He loved how deep Bronson got for him, his pretty eyes so unfocused and his mouth hungry to be filled. Oz held the back of his neck again, lightly thrusting up into his mouth as the sub sucked him. "Just like that, princess, nothing better for you than having a big dick in your mouth, hm? Made to be sucked and fucked, my sweet cocksleeve," he mumbled, almost babbling with how close he was to exploding down Bronson's throat.

Bronson did his best to answer, but it came out as a grouping of moans as he continued to suck around the man's cock. He swallowed and locked up and down Oz's length, sure that he was putting on a show, but he didn't care, he needed this. The gagging noises came easy as Oz began to hit the back of his throat with his thrusts, and Bronson only encouraged it by placing his hands on the underside of the mans thighs, almost as if he was trying to lift him further into his mouth.

They had attracted some attention to be sure, but Oz's focus was on that hot, delicious mouth around his cock. He managed a few thrusts more, those gagging sounds turning him on more than he cared to admit, before he was groaning sharply and spilling into the sub's eager mouth. "Such a good girl, kitten, my good girl," he whispered raggedly, trying to catch his breath as he relaxed back into the lounger.

Bronson sunk all the way down as Oz released himself down his throat. He took a moment to make sure that he swallowed every last drop, not wanting to waste any of it. Once he was sure that he'd gotten the man clean, he pulled off with a loud popping sound, and rested his cheek against Oz's thigh, looking up at him through glazed eyes. The longer he lay there, the deeper he feel into sub space, and he was perfectly happy to do this with Oz. He felt safe even if he was in public with others watching him. "Thank you, Sir."

His fingers ran through Bronson's hair slowly as he caught his breath. "Mm, you're welcome, princess," he groaned softly. Oz couldn't help but think, once again, that he could get used to this - having this pretty boy hungry for his cock at all times. "Come lay against me, kitten, up here," he said, patting his chest, needing to hold the boy closer.

Bronson smiled at the invitation and quickly moved up Oz's body, resting his head now against his chest. He immediately relaxed at the sound and feeling of his heartbeat against his own cheek, trying to match it with his own. "You're the best Sir in the whole world, did you know that?" His words were still slurred, but he meant them fully. Laying here, he felt safe with Oz. He knew that Oz would keep him safe and protect him.

The sweet, lazy compliment had Oz smiling. He tipped his head down, kissing Bronson's fluffy hair. "And you're the best princess in the world," he whispered back. He slid his hand down Bronson's back, his hold light but obviously possessive. It was early days yet, but Bronson would be his, if he had anything to say about it.

The kiss made him snuggle in closer, wrapping his arms tightly around the Dominant. "Your princess." Bronson smiled sweetly against Oz's chest as he placed sweet kisses along his body, giggling between each one.

He chuckled, laying his head back down and closing his eyes against the bright afternoon sun. "You're so cute when you're cockdrunk, baby," he cooed, one hand moving to stroke his cheek, thumb rubbing over his lips.

"Shh, Sir! I don't think I can blush anymore," Bronson giggled once more as he looked up at Oz again, fully taking him in. "You're still the only Dom who's made me feel like this."

"I like making you blush though, so I'm not going to stop," he said with a crinkle of his nose. Oz rubbed along his lip, trying not to preen too much at that knowledge. "I selfishly love knowing that. Seeing you like this is a precious privilege."

"People might think Im sunburned," Bronson pointed out. "Do you...think it's okay that you're the only one who's made me feel this way? I know we haven't known each other that long, but, I like you so much, Sir."

"They might, but we know the truth." Oz stroked the back of his neck lightly. "Why wouldn't it be okay? I like you too, princess. I like doing this, and just having you around me, because I know you're safe. That I can keep you safe," he admitted softly.

"The truth that I'm so humiliated easily?" Bronson smirked up at Oz as he spoke. "Everyone says that I should explore with as many Dominants as possible, and I am, I swear that I am...but when I'm with you it's so different. It feels different."

He nodded with a smirk at that. His expression softened though, hearing that. "You should. I fully support that, and you know how much I love seeing you with other people. It's okay if it feels different with everyone. It feels different for me with you too. I can't imagine anyone submitting to me like you do, princess. It feels... so good, to know you trust me like you do."

Bronson smiled. "It's not just different, though, Sir. And I don't want to scare you off by saying this, but it feels right. It feels like I'm supposed to be with you. Does that make sense?"

Oz nodded again, his hand sliding down to rub along Bronson's neck, lost in thought for a long moment. "I think this neck of yours would look even more perfect with my collar," he murmured, thumb pressing lightly to his pulse point, heart thudding as he admitted it.

Bronson felt like his heart was actually going to beat out of his chest. He couldn't believe that Oz really felt that way, let alone actually said those words. "Oh please, Sir? There's nothing I want more than to wear your collar!"

"We have a ways to go, princess, but... I want that too," he breathed, relaxing a little bit now that the words were out of his mouth. "Keep my perfect, prettiest kitten all for myself."

"I don't care how long it takes, Sir! It could take five years, just knowing that you want me to be your submissive forever is all I need." Bronson leaned forward a bit. "Can I kiss you?"

Oz chuckled and nodded, drawing Bronson in for a long, lingering kiss, palm settling over his ass possessively. "I need to fill your cunt tonight, baby. Mark you in all the ways I can until I can collar you."

Bronson couldn't help but smile into the kiss, sure that most of what Oz got was teeth, but he didn't care, he was just so happy. "Make me yours, Sir. Mark me however you want, I want everyone to know that I'm going to be yours...I...I want to call you something else, Sir doesn't seem right when I call everyone else Sir too. What can I call you?"

The clumsy kiss warmed his heart, making him hug Bronson even tighter. "Hmm. Maybe we can try some other titles and see what feels right? I'm inclined towards royalty titles. Like your Majesty or your Grace," Oz said with a grin.

"Oh! I like your Majesty! You are very royal. It's only fitting." Bronson settled even further. "I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe you actually want me."

He cupped Bronson's cheek warmly. "Why is it so surprising, princess? It had to be obvious I was interested with how often I was bringing you into my bed."

Bronson looked down, trying his best to hide the look of embarrassment on his face. "I don't know, I just thought that nobody would ever want me forever, I guess. People like using me, and I've always been okay with that, but, I never thought I'd be claimed."

Oz tucked one finger under Bronson's chin, lifting his face to meet his gaze. "Princess, even if for some reason we don't wind up claiming, know this. You are beautiful, and sweet, and more than worthy of a collar, okay? You're never going to wind up at a place like... like that," he said firmly.

Bronson sighed as he was forced to look at Oz. He wanted so badly to believe those words, and he trusted Oz implicitly, but it was hard to imagine a life without him in it. "I just want you, Your Majesty. And JB and my dad have already offered to step in in case something happens, but, I want you. Nobody else. You're the one who I can see myself going to bed with every night, so long as you don't make me sleep on the floor," he said teasingly. "And I want to wake up and make you breakfast every morning and then bring it to you and wake you up with a blow job, because you deserve nothing less. I want you."

The picture he painted was wonderful. And of course, it stroked Oz's ego, hearing that he was the only one he wanted. He slid a hand down his back slowly. "I won't be making you sleep on the floor. I like how you feel tucked in next to me too much," he assured Bronson. "And just to make sure though - you're in for a multiple claim? I intend to have more than one claim, however that might look."

"Being tucked in sounds nice. With comfy pajamas and lots of cuddles?" He perked up a bit at the thought. "I figured you'd want that, Your Majesty. And I'm very much okay with that, in fact I love that idea. As much as I love having you all to myself, I think sharing you with someone would be nice as well. Would I get to play with them too?"

"Mm. I can promise cuddles maybe not pajamas," he said with a chuckle. Oz nodded, relieved that they were on the same page for that. "It depends on who it might be, but I wouldn't be opposed to it as long as rules are followed once they're put in place."

"So unfair!" Bronson teased, but was more than happy at the idea of sleeping naked with Oz. "I just want to be with you, and regardless of who else you decide to add into that, I know that you'll make the right choice. I trust you. I know you wouldn't claim someone who made me uncomfortable."

He kissed his forehead lightly. "You're right about that. If they would be joining our claim, I would obviously get your buy in to whoever it might be. I want you to be happy being mine."

"That's how I know I can trust you, because you say things like that." Bronson placed his head down, resting it once more on Oz's chest. "I can't wait to be yours. And then you can just do whatever you want to me whenever you want."

Oz chuckled again at that, ruffling his hair. "Are you saying I can't do whatever I want to you right now, before I put my collar on your pretty neck?" he asked teasingly.

Bronson buried his face into the man's chest, trying to hide his blush. "You know that I'd let you do whatever, Your Majesty. I'm such a slut for you."

"You are indeed, but I love every second of it." He leaned down and kissed his head lightly. "Should we head inside, princess? Take a shower together?"

Bronson nodded, still keeping his head pressed against Oz's chest. "Yes please. But you might have to carry me. I'm just so weak from that orgasm you finally gave me," he said teasingly.

He crinkled his nose at Bronson. "You're such a brat," he teased, though he did manage to sit up and swing Bronson into his arms easily. "Grab my bag, princess?"

"But you love it," he stated matter of factly. Bronson squealed when he was picked up, grabbing Oz's bag in the process. "Such a nice strong man. And this is exactly why I love being so lanky."

"You're the perfect size to throw around," he agreed. Bronson was barely a weight in his arms, and Oz made his way back to his room easily. He playfully tossed Bronson onto his bed. "See? Perfect."

Bronson nodded in agreement as he was carried easily through campus. Once back in Oz's room, he giggled as he was tossed onto the bed. "Hey! So rude!"

Oz laid a light slap on his ass as he passed. "Don't act like you don't like being tossed around," he called, pausing in the door of the bathroom to strip off his speedo, giving Bronson a nice view of his bare ass. "Coming, princess?"

He continued to giggle at the slap followed by the teasing. "Coming!" Though he stayed behind just a second longer, taking in the sight of Oz's ass. "Can you wash my hair for me? I like when you run your fingers in my hair," Bronson asked as he approached Oz, looking up at him eagerly.

He reached in to start the shower, then turned back to pull Bronson into his arms while they waited for the water to warm. "I think that could be arranged. It does make you purr quite a bit when I do that," Oz remembered, finally stepping under the warm spray, still holding the sub close.

Bronson relaxed quickly in Oz's arms. "Hmm, like a kitten?" He joked as he climbed into the shower, sighing instantly as the warm water hit his body. His eyes fluttered shut and he just took a moment to breathe, fully taking in the moment.

“Just like a kitten.” He gently pushed Bronson’s hair back from his face before leaning down for a warm kiss. It quickly heated up though, the possessive side of Oz coming out, practically owning the sub with just this kiss.

Bronson returned the kiss quickly, placing his hands on the small of Oz's back. He melted into it, his lips parting as he invited the other to take ownership over him.

He backed him up against the wall, holding his jaw as he licked into his mouth hungrily. “Mm. Tell me you’re mine, princess,” he whispered raggedly, not really understanding where this utter need to possess the sub in his arms was coming from. He’d never let himself feel like this about anyone.

The cold wall against his back was a shocking contrast to the warm water and Oz's body pressed against him, but he loved every second of this. "I'm yours, Your Majesty. All yours." He looked up at him, pupils already blown with lust from just these few minutes. "I belong to you."

He groaned at that. Oz didn’t think he would ever be the kind of Dom to feel so possessive - though he hadn’t ever anticipated Bronson. “Mm. I… fuck. We need to shower. Wash your hair,” he mumbled, though he didn’t pull back, hands running over the sub slowly.

Bronson simply nodded. "We do, I have sunscreen all over me, and cum. But we could get messy first..." he trailed off as he began to rut against the man, showing how hard his cock was. "You can't just leave my cocklet like this, can you?"

Oz chuckled as Bronson began to hump against him again. “I could and I will, kitten. You’ve already had one orgasm today - I think I deserve at least two more before I think about letting that baby cock of yours cum again,” he hummed. “Don’t you?”

He whined at that, but he knew that Oz was right. Bronson didn't get to cum unless Oz felt it was his turn. "Yes, Your Majesty. You deserve way more orgasms than me. A real man should get to cum whenever he pleases."

“That’s right,” he hummed. “I don’t have any lube in here - so you’ll have to wait until I can fill this sweet hole,” Oz teased, reaching around to rub his fingers down the cleft between his cheeks and tease his hole.

"I can be patient. I promise." Bronson bit his lip, trying to hide his moan as Oz reached behind him and teased at his hole. "Ohh..."

Oz chuckled at that. "Can you?" He leaned in to kiss his mouth, then backed up, giving Bronson room to come back under the warm spray. "Turn around so I can get your hair, princess," he hummed.

"Mhm! I'm so patient!" Bronson giggled against Oz's lips before turning around, giving the man access to his hair. "Thank you for this by the way. For always giving me exactly what I need."

He tipped out some shampoo into his palm, slowly beginning to massage it into Bronson's hair, long fingers pressing gently against his scalp. "It's something I intend to keep doing for a very long time."

Bronsons eyes fluttered shut, a soft moan slipping out from between his lips as he felt Oz's fingers working on his scalp. "Good. Because I don't think I could ever get tired of this."

#poolside #bronsonjonessub

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banglatown · 3 years

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okay, hello all,

i hope you’re all well! i don’t know what the fuck this is going to be but i’ve wanted to do it for a while i’ve mentioned before tht i’ve wanted to talk abt my history regarding body image and how it’s it’s affected me but it’s been difficult as it was triggering for me so i couldn’t but i’m here now; idk where but ik if i don’t do it now i’ll never have the courage to do it again so;

#starting from the beginning; i was a very chubby baby and was so until i was abt 6? and my dad’s step-sister would call me fat and would #train all the other kids to call me fat too ... good lord ... anyway; as i grew older i lost lots of weight and my bones would stick out and #tht was just who i was ...#but then i got into my early teens and i started to gain healthy weight #and my cousin who i grew up w and consider my best friend was always the skinner one of the two of us and would constantly go on abt how #she wished she was as skinny as ariana grande ... knowing full well i’m bigger than her #and thus i think age 13? the eating disorder began #i did things which i’m ashamed to talk abt but just take my word for it .. it wasn’t good #i guess i’ve had body dysmorphia ever since #not to mention the fact that i am from 🇧🇩 and ppl back home are very cruel regarding weight and made my issues #w my body even worse :-) and so that’s just how it was ... i gained and lost weight got fat and skinny shamed ... by the same ppl!???? and #just hated anything and everything regarding my body #and then 26 april 2018 i made one of the worst mistakes of my life and began a relationship w my ex who abused me mentally physically and #emotionally ... of course #feeling the need to fat shame me repetitively ...#but at the same time ... my relationship w my body had changed? it was my first year of uni and i had started working and buying myself cute #outfits and all of a sudden i no longer hated my body? but wanted to adorn it? and of c he hated how much love i had for myself so he’d put #me down whenever he could ... but sometimes #you get hurt so much ... it kind #of sends you to another place? like i was like ‘why do i care what he thinks?’ and i stopped caring #bc all of what he’d do was projection #and i’m #sorry but i can’t fake humble just bc you’re insecure #i refuse to be a what you use to project your insecurities onto .. it’s not fair and it’s not my fucking #fault you hate yourself .. it's rly not #i will cont. in the nxt post as i'm running out of tags #tw abuse #tw body image #beebs.txt #big sis beebs hours 🕰🤎🧸

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unnerving-presence · 3 years

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Psssssst, can we have frank , Herman , Michael , and maybe Danny with a female survivor they have sex with as a one night stand thing - they both agreed on it - while she’s the last survivor / outside of the trial your choice and they develop this massive crush on her after ?

i can do that for you!

i literally didn’t see franks name until i posted this so please forgive me for not doing him 😶

suggestive themes below ^^

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Herman Carter:

Herman developing any type of crush is very uncommon. He would always tell himself that he was way too busy to be attracted to anybody or form any type of relationship. Why was he all of a sudden attracted to you? You were just like any other survivor he had ‘met’. Surely you were some type of witch of you had managed to make him have something as childish as a crush.

Surprisingly enough, you came to him when a trial wasn’t even in play, which made him question why you asked him of all people. Herman hasn’t had the chance to relieve some stress in a while, and you did look very stunning in that outfit, so he agreed. What he didn’t agree on were these sudden feelings of love towards you >:( how rude of you to invade his mind like that.

Herman doesn’t really try getting rid of the feelings, but rather comes to accept them. He’s just attracted to you and that’s the way things are in his mind. Herman will definitely invite you into his institute if you happen to stop by again. You seem so kind and caring unlike his sadistic and brutal nature. It almost makes him want to break you, to make you submit and to know that there is no escape from his loving grasp. However that little part of his brain that is all over the place about this crush convinces him otherwise. How lucky you are that you have unlocked nice Herman.

Herman tries not to be too immature about these new feelings. He’s always been focused on his work and new experiments so he’s never really had to time to really be interested in anybody. He genuinely wants you to like him, and he wants to know more about you. And he definitely wants to fuck you again but he won’t tell you that while he’s trying to get you to trust him. What can he say? The moment you both had sex was when the horny in him awakened.

Herman won’t let these feelings get in the way of him killing you in trials. He will do so and he will enjoy it. He’ll keep you alive longer than the others, driving you insane the longer you stay in the trial with him. You’ll eventually learn to understand that it is because he loves seeing you in pain, and his sick mind wants to watch as you suffer. Don’t get me wrong, he likes you and everything, but he isn’t going to be sparing you, and he wants you to know that.

Michael Myers:

Never in his 21 years of living has he ever been so attracted to anybody like you. He doesn’t really like the feeling either. Why does he feel such a need to protect you from everybody else? Why does he feel so angry at the thought of anybody but him being near you? These emotions are ones Michael has never had much experience with and he is very confused on why he feels so attracted to you.

You had been the last survivor in the trial. You couldn’t survive another hook even if you tried, and The Shape was quick to spot you and make his way towards you. You didn’t have many options left, and you didn’t have much strength left in you to run. Luckily for you, Michael stops right in front of you, probably feeding on your fear, making sure you know that there’s no escape for you. What surprised Michael next was when you offered him sex in return for the hatch. And what surprised you was that he actually agreed, not knowing just what he would get himself into.

Unfortunately for this mans lack of knowledge for simple feelings such as love, he had become obsessed with you after. Not in the sense that he wants nothing but to end your life time and time again, but he wants to mark you as his and make sure you know that you belong to him. He absolutely hates these feelings that he’s having, and he hates you for it too. How dare you make him fall in love. He’ll make you pay, and these emotions better be gone with this silly little obsession.

Michael’s tiny ass brain cant seem to comprehend the fact that no matter how much he kills you, no matter how badly he mutilates your body, he only becomes more obsessed, more in love. He sometimes gets distracted at the sight of you while stalking the other survivors at the campfire. You just look so adorable. Like a little bunny that doesn’t know about the big bad wolf hiding in the bushes, waiting for the right time to strike. He’s stuck between wanting to kill you and simply wanting to admire you.

Was it because he had sex with you that he’s feeling like this? I mean, he did leave that trial feeling better than he was before, you did make him feel pretty good. Or was it just because he’s possessive? Probably, but Michael doesn’t know that. He just knows that he’s obsessed with you and there’s nothing he or you can do about it now.

Danny Johnson:

My boy knows what he’s getting into. He’s been in situations like this before when he was a teenager so it’s nothing new for him. However he didn’t expect to actually be attracted to you for more than a week, however long that is in The Entity’s realm. It’s just a new thing for him to actually like someone for more than their body, and that’s surprising for him considering that he doesn’t even know you that well.

He actually came to you first. He had thought you were pretty hot and honestly he just wanted a good fuck. He figured you weren’t going to just agree to have sex with a killer without some sort of trade, so he offered you a guaranteed escape the next trial you had with him. You had some pretty bad trials before so you agreed, much to his surprise. He didn’t really think you would even with his offer but he wasn’t complaining when you said yes.

Does not like admitting that he’s really into you now, not that he ever will. Danny will probably try to distance himself like Evan. He doesn’t really like relationships nor does he want to get into one. He tells himself that and then wonders why he wants to be by your side making you laugh. Why does he want to make you feel like you’re the most important person in the world? What the hell is wrong with him?? Are you okay in the head Danny? Are you sick?He thinks he’s sick.

He’ll keep his end of the deal and let you live the next time he sees you in a trial. He probably wont even touch you if he feels like that’s too much for these wildly confusing feelings. Why is he acting so childish? He should be trying to talk to you as much as possible! He should be getting closer to you! He’ll get over this little freak out when the trial is over and feels confident enough in talking to you.

Danny betrays the part of his mind that tells him getting into a relationship isn’t worth it and tries to anyways. Flirty Danny? Get ready to blush like never before. Come on over to Danny’s realm! You’ll have a great time there with your favorite killer! Yeah this man is full on in love and nothing is stopping him from trying to make you his.

#dbd x reader #dead by daylight x reader #the doctor x reader #herman carter x reader #michael myers x reader #danny johnson x reader #ghostface x reader

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unnie-lili · 2 years

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heyy! Can I pls request comfort 1 & 21 with idol!jeong jaehyun x reader (female)

& YOU'RE AMAZING BTW

hello anon 💜 thank you so much!! i'm glad you like my blog, it genuinely means so much to me! i hope you like this<3 (jaehyun is my bias, love this request SO MUCH)

1. “Please stay. I need you with me right now.”

21. “You can trust me.”

from my Prompts list

Requests are : ON HOLD (you can send requests, but please be patient as I am only one person working on this blog)

pairing : idol!Jaehyun x fem!reader

genre : comfort, fluff, established relationship

word count : 1.6k

warnings : light mental health talk (anxiety, self deprecation, self esteem issues)

You were sitting on a small couch backstage, waiting for your boyfriend anxiously. He was taking longer than he usually would after a concert, probably getting himself ready for your date that night. Jaehyun had insisted on taking you out after their concert, despite you pointing out how tired he always was after a show.

“It's been too long since we've had a real date,” Jaehyun had told you, giving you those puppy eyes he knew you couldn't say no to. “And we're going on tour soon, it might be our last chance to have a proper date in a while.”

You had agreed, mostly because you hated every time he brought up his upcoming tour, and the fact that it meant he would be away, so far from you, for weeks on end. Not that you didn't want him to succeed, you were extremely proud of him, and absolutely loved seeing him so exited to perform in different cities and meet fans all around the world. You were simply anxious because it was the first time he was going on tour since the beginning of your relationship, and you didn't know what to expect of it.

“Sorry I took so long, Taeyong was giving us a very emotional speech and I might've teared up a little,” Jaehyun approached you with an apologizing smile, sporting a tight fitted dress shirt with dark dress pants that made your breath hitch in your throat.

Saying he looked amazing was an understatement.

“Don't worry about it,” you smiled back, standing up from the couch. “You look great.”

Jaehyun smirked at you, eyes trailing down your body as he took in the sight of your outfit.

“And you look stunning,” he took your hand and made you twirl in front of him, making you giggle shyly. “How come I've never seen this dress before?”

“I was keeping it for a special occasion,” you admitted, feeling your cheeks burn at the intensity of his gaze on your body.

“Special occasion, uh?” Jaehyun kissed your forehead softly. “I'm flattered.”

When you arrived at the restaurant Jaehyun had booked reservations for you two, you couldn't help but feel awestruck. It was a beautiful place, looking expensive but not in a way that made you feel out of place. That comforted you a little bit, since you had never set foot in such a place before that night.

You sat down at your designated table, Jaehyun pulling your chair for you and making sure you were comfortable before taking the seat in front of you. He helped you order, pointing out the meals on the menu that contained food you loved, and recommending you some of his favourite as well. As you both waited for you appetizers, you listen to your boyfriend telling all about his day, a soft smile on your lips.

The waiter brought your appetizers just as Jaehyun was starting to talk about his tour, making your smile drop as you looked down at the food in front of you. Jaehyun noticed your sudden change of expression, a worried frown on his face.

“Is everything alright?” he asked softly. “If this isn't what you wanted, we can ask the waiter to take it back and order something else.”

“No, it's not that,” you forced a smile on your lips, knowing it wouldn't fool anyone. “I think I'm just tired, that's all.”

“Y/N,” Jaehyun rose one eyebrow. “I know how you look when you're tired. This isn't it.”

You avoided his gaze, instead grabbing your fork. Jaehyun put his hands on yours, stopping your movement.

“What's wrong?” he asked, the calm tone of his voice alone almost making you tear up. “You can talk to me, Y/N. Whatever it is that's making you feel that way, you can tell me.”

“It's nothing,” you lied, not wanting to ruin your date with your own insecurities. “I'm sorry for worrying you, Jaehyun.”

“You can trust me, Y/N,” you boyfriend replied, voice barely a whisper. “I want to help if I can.”

You raised your eyes to meet his. He was looking at you with such care, with such love, his features lightened up by the candlelight around you. You dropped your front, shoulders slouching forward.

“It's,” you sighed, feeling embarrassed at your own emotions. “It's the tour.”

“Oh,” Jaehyun seemed surprised by your words. “What's wrong with the tour?”

“Nothing's wrong per se,” you clarified. “I'm just scared.”

Jaehyun caressed the back of your hand with his thumb, waiting for you to continue.

“It's the first time we'll be so far apart and that terrifies me,” you admitted, looking back down at your plate. “I'm just overthinking this whole ordeal and it stresses me out.”

“What scares you so much about it?” Jaehyun asked, feeling a bit guilty for putting you in this situation.

“I'm scared we'll grow distant from each other, I'm scared of something happening to you and not being able to help you,” you emptied your heart out, feeling tears in your eyes as you spoke. “I'm scared I won't be strong enough to deal with missing you every day, I'm scared of you forgetting about me, I'm scared of you coming back and realizing you haven't missed me at all, or worse, you don't love me anymore.”

Jaehyun's hand froze on yours, eyes wide.

“W-why would you think that?” he worried.

“We've only known each other for a few months,” you sniffled, trying to hold back your tears. You didn't want to have a public meltdown and embarrass Jaehyun on top of this. “We've been dating for less than that. At your concert today, I couldn't stop looking at your fans and thinking how prettier they are than me, I wouldn't even be mad at you if you decide to leave me for-”

“Y/N,” Jaehyun cut you off, his tone stern. “Calm down, okay? You're rambling. Take a deep breath.”

You did as he told you to, following his whispered instructions to calm your breathing.

“I'm sorry you feel that way, princess,” Jaehyun spoke softly once you were appeased. “I'm sorry if I ever did something to make you doubt my feelings for you, or if I didn't voice them enough.”

“It's not that,” you tried to explain yourself, but stopped to let your boyfriend finish what he was saying.

“But I love you, Y/N, so much,” he continued. “And even though we've known each other for more or less a year, I feel like I've known you for my whole life. You crashed into my life one day, and I was hooked. You hold such a special place in my heart, Y/N, I don't think I tell you that enough. You're the most precious thing I have in this world.”

You felt your bottom lip tremble as you held back you tears, his comforting words making your heart swell in ways you've never felt before.

“And I understand how you feel, because I feel the same. It makes me anxious to leave the country, leave my family, and you behind,” Jaehyun kissed the top of your hand gently, looking at you with the sweetest eyes. “We'll figure something out, okay? I promise you I'll do everything in my power to make this as easy as possible for both of us.”

You nodded your heard, feeling a lump in your throat from the emotional rollercoaster you've just been through. Jaehyun kissed your hand again, before gently putting it back down on the table.

“I love you, princess,” he whispered, smiling at you reassuringly.

“I love you too,” you smiled back, drying your teary eyes carefully with the cloth napkin. “So much.”

The rest of the night went well. You felt a lot better, the heavy weights of your worries having been lifted from your shoulders. You were thankful Jaehyun was so understanding with you, and never once made you feel out of place with your insecurities.

He drove you home, his hand holding yours on your lap as he hummed to the songs playing quietly on the radio. As he pulled up in front of your house, Jaehyun turned off the car and got out, making his way to open your car door quickly.

“Thank you for tonight,” you spoke softly, getting out of the car. “And thank you for listening to me. I'm sorry I kept all that from you for so long.”

“You don't have to apologize, you don't owe me anything,” Jaehyun pulled you into a warm embrace, holding you as close to him as physically possible. “Thank you for telling me, I'm glad you did.”

You hummed against his chest, closing your eyes as you wrapped your arms around him. The moment felt frozen in time, all your worries dissipating as you listened to your boyfriend's calming heartbeat. If it only was up to you, you would stay like this forever.

“Alright,” Jaehyun kissed the top of your head, loosening his arms around you just enough to be able to look at you in the eyes. “It's getting pretty late, and we definitely both need a good night's sleep.”

You pouted, not yet ready to let go of him. Jaehyun chuckled at your expression, cupping the back of your neck before pulling you into a tender kiss. You stood on your tiptoes, wrapping your hands around his neck, kissing him longingly. Jaehyun broke the kiss, out of breath, before things got heated up.

“Princess...” he warned, his tone sounding more like a plea.

You looked up at him with pleading eyes.

“Please stay. I need you with me right now.”

Jaehyun glanced at you, before locking up his car, and pulling you to your door by the hand.

“You know I can't resist those eyes.”

Thank you for reading my work! I'm sorry anon this took so long, I really wanted to make this as soft and fluffy as possible, and I couldn't find the right way to do it T_T i hope you like it!

You can always leave me requests in my ask box, and if you enjoyed this work, consider liking and commenting, it really means a lot<3

#jaehyun #jeong jaehyun #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun oneshot #jaehyun x reader #nct #nct 2021 #nct fluff #fluff #one shot

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dreamkidddream · 3 years

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I’d like to request hc’s of the Brothers and Diavolo reacting to an MC that’s so cute, she could pass off as a doll. If she stands perfectly still, she could pass off as a full sized doll until she moves again. She has adorable doe eyes, wears cute clothes (Lolita fashion or just has an anime girl style), and even makes cute desserts. If the usual MC was weak and frail to them already, Doll!MC seems so dainty, precious, and fragile; these guys would ban paper if she ever got a paper cut.

Oooooo this is really interesting! I can just imagine Doll!MC just making everyone so scared every time she moves because they could probably hurt themselves just bumping into a wall because they look so fragile lol. These were short, so hope you enjoy!

Update: here’s part 2 with the other Undateables!

The Brothers and Diavolo Reacting to Doll!MC

Lucifer

...maybe he made a mistake in picking you for the exchange program after all

You just look so delicate, and just so pure.

You have definitely made cute little snacks and brought it to him while he locked himself in the office with paperwork

He lowkey highkey likes it no matter how he brushes it off with the usual thanks. Keep doing it, MC, he really appreciates it

When you get in trouble and he gives you the usual lectures, he can’t look into your eyes for long

Geez, he already can’t stay mad at you for long but now he can just feel his resolve cracking

If you get hurt oh Diavolo prepare for helicopter parent Lucifer

As soon as you accidently cut yourself in the kitchen (it would be the tiniest cut, barely noticeable), you’re no longer allowed in the kitchen unsupervised and can’t handle anything with a sharp end (whether its a butter knife or kid proof scissors that would be safe for Luke to use unsupervised)

“Let me do it for you, I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Lucifer, thank you but I’ll be okay. It’s just a frosting spatula it’s not sharp-”

Will punish his brothers 10x worse and demons 100x more if he finds out you got hurt (doesn’t matter what the injury is, could be so much as a paper cut there will be hell to pay)

Constantly checks on you when he can’t see you in person

Handles you so lightly that you barely feel his touch

Move over Belphie, you’re the baby of the house now

Mammon

Protective x100000

Is still tsudere around you, but doesn’t insult you as much

Who are you kidding as soon as he looks into your cute doe eyes, he forgets what he’s saying

Complains about having to do stuff for you but doesn’t mind at all really. He loves it because it feels like you’re depending on him, and that makes him feel worth something.

“C’mon human, let the Great Mammon carry your books! You’re gonna hurt yourself and I don’t feel like hearing Lucifer’s mouth today!”

It was just your planner and a small recipe book that Luke gave you, and it weighed less than 10 pounds but okay. You don’t complain either when you see that he genuinely wants to help and do these things

Basically your loud guard dog and secret service agent rolled into one

He’s gotten into trouble more than once for “protecting you”. A student barely bumped your shoulder and Mammon already tackled him. Lucifer was not pleased (but he secretly understood)

He can’t help it that you’re weak and surrounded by hungry demons! It’s a pain to go through this much effort to just protect you, since you look so helpless

MC he’s just worried that you easily break if a demon so much as breathes on you but he likes that he can protect you because he knows that he can keep you safe. You’re just too cute and sweet okay??

Also stand in his room after watching a horror movie to freak him out and he’ll be sounding like Mariah Carey lmao

Leviathan

RURI-CHAN IS THAT YOU??!

Is for sure having an otaku/weaboo freakout moment

You blend in with figurines so well, every time you come into his room he asks you to stand next to them so he can feel that his collection is complete

He does it sometimes when he streams so people can think he has a rare limited-edition life sized doll that they can’t get. Makes him feel superior

DRESSING YOU UP IN COSPLAY 100%

You’re like an anime character but in real life and he does not know how to handle it

Can’t stare into your eyes, it makes them too flustered because he’s used to seeing it in his otome games and not from an actual person that he likes

Who needs maid cafes when he has you? You even dress and make anime themed desserts (once he built up the courage to ask you to make it for him)

Has to calm his beating heart every time he talks to you, you’re too precious for him MC!

Your like his very own idol, minus the singing and dancing. However, if you can sing and dance....

Levi.exe has stopped working

Satan

Thought you were a real doll until you introduced yourself

He really thought that someone brought you to life Pinocchio style

You looked like a princess from the many stories that he read, and he was smitten

Treated you so graceful and elegant like until he had his rage moments, which he told you to stay far, far, far away from him until he calmed down completely

Secretly placed a hex on you to where if someone tried to attack you or touch you with harmful intentions, they would be somehow be subjected to looking at their worst fear

You were wondering why that random stranger was just staring wide at you with extensive terror, but then you saw Satan grinning, so you left it alone. You thought it was just some weird demon thing

Loved when you made him cat-themed desserts

If you wore cat ears while doing it, he will turn extremely red

If you meow for him, he won’t know how to handle himself

Asmodeus

You are just the cutest thing he has ever laid his eyes on!!

Besides from himself of course, don’t get it twisted he’s still #1

He has most definitely had more than one photoshoot done with you both. And you guys have been trending on the Devilgram a couple of times already

Really you guys trend at least twice a month, and his fans love you!

They always ask where he got the doll from but he always laughs and says that “it’s a secret”

Imagine their shock when they see you walking and talking at RAD, some are amazed and some are downright scared

Fashion shows!

He lives for dressing you up in cute clothes. Your style already suited you and he had great tastes so the new outfits he got you were just *chef’s kiss*

The cute little desserts that you made for him, he always posted it on the Devilgram before he ate it. They were just so cute MC and he couldn’t not show his fans!

Is the most careful brother when it comes to keeping you out of danger. He refused to let his body or skin damaged, and he wasn’t about to let it happen to you either! You are both way too dainty and fragile to let anything happen

Also spa days and self-care nights weekly!

You’re the perfect match made just for him MC

He finally has someone that can understand his struggle of being beautiful, bless you MC

Beelzebub

Soft boy is scared of touching you :(

He towers over you, and he’s scared to even be near you

It takes some time, but he starts to warm up to you

Is always gentle with you, no matter the scenario

Holding hands? He is hardly gripping your hand, said hand fitting loosely in his

Getting hugs? He’s meagerly holding you, not wanting to crush you

You once complained to Beel that it wasn’t fair to get half done hugs (if you were hugging, you were getting a real hug, not a scared one).

He made you swear that if he was hurting you to let him know, so now you have your very own signal to use for him just in case

He was very tempted to wrap you in bubble wrap and just carry you around like that

He LOVES your sweets, even more than Luke’s and Barbatos’

No matter the size, he loves them, mainly because you made them and it was made with love, just for him

It always makes him feel so warm inside, and he doesn’t feel his appetite gnawing at him like usual

No one is dumb enough to try anything with you both in his presence and not, unless they want to end up either a: deep into the ground or b: into his stomach

You just make him feel all warm and fuzzy inside, and he just loves everything about you. He just loves you

Belphegor

Hm, you look cute

For a human

Acts like he doesn’t care, but you’ve caught him blushing before (he still does it too)

Won’t outright admit that you’re charming in your own little way, but he does in his sarcastic way like usual

“MC, you’re such a half-pint. You’re like my personal sized teddy bear.”

Has cuddled with you like you were his personal teddy bear (and still does, but you don’t complain at all)

Has a secret sweet tooth and eat your desserts whenever you make it just for him (and he doesn’t even share it with Beel, that monster)

Demons just have to look Belphie in the eyes, watch him flex his claws, and they all of a sudden forget about whatever they were planning. Good

He hates that you look so fragile, but at the same time he kinda likes it

You just look so soft, and you’re just so kind

It makes him feel like he’s protecting and caring for you, and that makes him feel calm and peaceful

Please make sure that he’s okay MC, he’s scared that he’s gonna mess up again

Diavolo

The Prince of Hell is both surprised and pleased at your appearance

Do all humans look this charming or is it just you??

If someone as soft as you can survive living and going to school with demons, then this is great

Knew that you weren’t a doll, but still liked to admire you like one

Has asked more than once for pictures, you are just too enchanting!

Wants to have a portrait painted of you so he can hang it up in the castle

LOVES you baking for him! Loves when Barbatos does it too (even though it is kinda part of his job), but it feels different with you. It feels...domestic in a sense. Makes him feel like Diavolo, your friend and very interested in being your boyfriend, instead of Lord Diavolo, the prince that will be residing over Hell in the future

No one would be foolish enough to hurt you. If someone was, they wouldn’t even get the chance to lift a finger before they were directly dealing with him. Don’t take his kindness for weakness, he still is a demon after all, the future King of Hell to be exact

Was scared of touching you at first, but quickly grew out of it! He can handle his own strength, and you guys also have a signal to use just in case he does squeeze a little too tight

Will want to dress you up in royal clothes (if you were okay with it). Nothing is wrong with your current style, as a matter of fact it suits you! He basically just wants to play a fancy game of dress up/have a fashion show with royal clothing

Will take 100s of photos, no exaggeration

Asmo will be jealous, so be warned

Plus, he wants to know how his future lover/ruler would look in a crown so he can start taking measurements. You can never be too ready, right MC?

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Rich! Izuku midoriya x F! Plus size! reader

Hi everyone!!! this is part of @bakugohoex‘s Collab, you should check the rest of the collab and her works out!!! enjoy!!

Izuku comes from a rich family, owns lavish cars and houses upon houses but all he really wants is you. You come from a humble background, refusing wealth but dealing when izuku wants to spoil you. Izu can literally fuck you anywhere because he is that rich; Nsfw, Fluff, public sex(kinda), smut(kinda? dom izu), reader is kinda a cheapskate.

Sorry it’s so bad; I may continue/ revise based on how this is taken!

“Oh, come on, Y/n! It’ll be so fun, I promise! it’s just one trip; you won’t feel like you did last time!” Memories of the past trip flash through the shapely woman's mind: paparazzi, lavish hotels(yes hotels, he wanted a different view every night), thousand dollar meals, designer boutiques, everything that you had avoided in your life as a pro hero was ironical, as it was all tackled at once.

You loved your boyfriend, and you admire his willingness to give, but this was the main reason you gave a lot of your earnings to health organizations and hotlines, you didn’t feel you needed the money, you were doing just fine without it, eating at home, carpooling to save on gas, helping out at your apartment to get a bit taken off of your rent. But Izuku was born into a life of wealth. Heir to the Yagi fortune, but despite his wealth, you wouldn’t know he was wealthy by simply meeting him.

“Oh, don’t patronize me izuku, you know I would hate that trip, I always hate overly expensive trips, I could get the same trip through my booking sites for half the price, and you know that!” You huff leaning over to fold your laundry. Izuku walks behind you, placing his large hands on your hips and leaning his head on your shoulder. You could feel his pleading look without even looking at him.

“Indulge me, baby. I promise I won’t make it too expensive,” You felt him kiss at your neck, making you sigh until he let out the final part of his argument, a simple,” Please?” You took his hands off your hips and walked away. Izuku sat defeated until he heard you rustle around, cursing as you made a mess of your once clean closet, and came back into the room with a defeated look and a suitcase. “How long are we going for?” Izuku smiled widely and spun you around, his eyes full of love.

----------------time skip to the day of the plans----------------

You gave yourself one last look in the mirror before sighing, regretting agreeing to this trip as you fix your sundress, admiring how the fabric hugs your soft curves perfectly. You knew this vacation would be perfect, that you would love it, but your stubborn mind wanted to fight the potential enjoyment.

Your mouth turned bitter as you internally fought with yourself, going from a fight of stubbornness to a battle against your self-confidence. Your mind picked on everything that wasn’t on your mind before as a deflect of being questioned. Your unpleasant thoughts were interrupted by a certain green-haired man as he walked into the room, stunned at how beautiful you looked in that dress. Distracted by the unmistakable twinkle in his eyes, your thoughts soon disappeared and were replaced with wonder.

“What’re you looking at?” He shook himself out of his trance to approach you with a smile. “Just looking at my beautiful baby girl in that dress, she so horribly fought me on. You look gorgeous, by the way.” His rough hands were felt through the sheer material of the outfit as his thumbs rubbed gentle circles on your wide hips.

You smiled softly and kissed his cheek, looking into his eyes. “Are you ready to go? Cause one more minute, and I may just back out of this.” His eyes go wide as he pulls away and rushes to get everything in the car. Your chuckles are short-lived as he soon comes back and picks you up. “You’re the last thing I need so we can go” you squeak as you remember this man can lift nearly 300 pounds. Why shouldn’t he lift you? Still, every time he lifts you, it comes as a surprise.

He quickly sets you into the car, alarming you with the fact that the driver isn’t any driver at all, it’s one of his close friends, todoroki, and this isn’t even your car; it’s his. “I figured we didn’t need to use the driver and waste money on parking, todo’s gonna drop us off, and I’ll have the driver pick us up after!” Your eyes watered, you knew that the rest of the trip would be extravagant but it was these little things that made you fall in love with him, over and over again. You sat with your hand in his all the way to the airport. You were excited to see new places but dreading the paparazzi.

You stood out of the car, taking in the cool breeze and walking around the car to get to the bags in the back. You bring both of your bags out, along with your carry-ons, and wait for him to finish his conversation with his friend to come to collect his bags. You hear izuku bid him farewell and thank him for the ride before he slips a 20 for gas in his friend’s car and walks to you. “Now don’t be mad...” His eyes shift when he bows his head, preparing to be lectured,” I got first class, and I know you don’t-” You laughed, only calming to rub his shoulder with a smile. “It’s ok! I’ll let it pass.... for now. Now, let’s get our free drink on!”

You’re the first to board, ignoring the dirty looks from the other passengers; you made a vow to enjoy this time.... for izuku’s sake. Your smile didn’t falter, even when the check-in lady gave you a surprising look when you gave her the ticket. You walked onto the plane with confidence; izuku could only say that you looked as if you were born for this… that you belonged here. Your Seats were opened to each other, making a two-bedroom cabin area.

You let izuku walk past you to put your bags to the side and look at the menu. One thing you could never understand is his appetite, he eats more than a group of teenage boys, and he still keeps fit, even if he doesn’t work out. You never found that fair. You shook your head out of the thoughts and sat next to him, searching the tv for a decent channel. You shut off the tv when you saw the news about a new villain, suddenly stressing about the city and what’ll happen if you leave. Your mind flooded with thoughts of the places you love on fire, the people you loved killed and showed as a warning to all the other heroes.

Luckily Deku, who had just finished ordering pretty much the whole menu, sensed your sudden situation and reached over you, pulling the leaver to set your seat back. The sudden movement knocked you out of your daze, causing you to look at the man perched above you with a frustrated look on his face. “You have just been a whirlwind of emotions today, haven’t you? You refuse to calm down; the city will be fine, it’s only a week, and we’re not even going that far!” “but-” “No buts! You don’t want to make me sad, do you?” You sigh, realizing that it was highly improbable for that to happen while you were gone, but that didn’t stop you from worrying. Despite that, you sucked it up, deciding that you might as well enjoy these trips before something happens, after all hero business is very dangerous.

“No Izuku, i don’t” He tilts your chin in order for your eyes to reach his. “Izuku? Really? You know that’s not what i want to hear princess.” You suddenly realize the shift of atmosphere, Izuku’s eyes darkened. “No daddy.” “Good girl.”

He lets his hand drag to the bottom of your dress, pushing up the tinted fabric as he moves his hand to rest on your thigh. Your thighs clench unintentionally when he reaches for the top of your underwear, flinching when he snaps the fabric back onto your skin.

You weren’t used to your soft lover taking the lead, you were the one who took control. You usually calmed your own nerves, with him of course. But you couldn’t think, you couldn't take control, you just had to let him help you, clear your mind and calm you.

You couldn’t help but shiver at the look in his eyes when he’s in control. His eyes darkening,a small glimmer in his eyes is still present but he looks….. Animalistic. You slide your underwear off of your plush form, confidently as he watches you with a ever-growing tent in his pants.

Izuku reached out to your body, holding your soft hip as he moves to slide his form between your thighs. “I don’t think i can be patient much longer beautiful, i may just fuck you like this.” He cups your cheek and uses his thumb to play with your lip, testing how far he can go before sticking his finger in your mouth. You obediently suck on it, watching him bite his lip and shift away to get undressed. “Who says i don’t want you to?”

He quickly takes off his shirt, his scars and freckles littering his tan skin. Izuku's pants are soon to follow allowing his cock to tap his stomach. You always loved how easy it was to get him to get hard, he was always ready for you to fuck him, ready to make love at the mere thought of your full, soft form.

You heard izuku whisper a quick ‘fuck it’ before he grabbed your thighs, wrapping them around his hips and grinding softly onto your soft cunt. Your soft moans fueled the burning fire of his. He grabbed his shaft, lining himself up with your weeping hole. He kissed you deeply before pushing into you, his lips muffling your sweet moans.

His cock throbs as he patiently waits for you to adjust to his girth. Your hips ache, already feeling the pressure of your current activities take it’s toll on your body. Your minds begins to flood with need, processing just how close izuku is, how his muscles feel under your finger tips, how he reacts when you experiment with tightening your smooth walls around him. He waits for you to move, slightly wiggling your hips, before he gives into the feeling, whimpering and keeping a steady pace.

You feel his tip brush against your sweet spot with every thrust, unraveling quicker then you would have liked. Izuku’s blush reaches onto his chest as you moan into his ear, teasing him. He speeds up, ramming into your sweet spot, causing that knot in your stomach to tighten before he shifts to rub at your clit sloppily, letting out lewd noises and tipping you over the edge. Your body freezes, a shaking gasp falling from your lips as you arch your back and your walls flutter and tighten around izuku’s dick. He’s soon to follow, spilling his load over your soft stomach before slowly pulling out and flopping onto his bed besides you.

“That’s one great way to start a shitty trip.” You laugh looking over into his forest eyes. Izuku grabs your hand, kissing your palm and giving you a small smile. “Or just a wonderful way to start a potentially amazing trip. You promised you’d let me spoil you this time, so let me use my money to give you comfort. Ok?” You nod, adjusting your seat to be upright again, and lean over to the champagne. The view out the window is something of beauty as the clouds fold into each other and the sky casts a pink, soft hue onto the white canvas.

Izuku grabs himself a glass, leaning his seat all the way back and putting a complementary eye mask on.

“And besides, the more money we pay, the less people will care where we fuck each other.” He was born into this life, born for it. He was used to this and could be for the rest of his full life.

But izuku would do anything just to be by your side. That’s one thing he can’t pay for.

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