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"MY DAUGHTER, THE DIVINE ONE"

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A/N:

I'm saying this rn but this.. this blog is a literal mess. It's my first time posting this kinda uh.. yup. So I'm a little annoyed by it but I'm bored so I went through.. uh with it anyway..

I had an alternate version of this in Wattpad called 'Rose Thorns' lol. I'm still thinking of who will be the love interest for Y/n because this sht is similar to the usual SAGAU plot idk if I'm right though (correct me if I'm wrong lol).

Again, this is a mess. Idk if I posted this correctly.. but I tried anyway..

Sypnosis :

You are Tsukuyomi Y/n with a lovely daughter named Yuna. You've always dreamed of becoming a mother and decided to have one through artificial method (lol idk if that's real yet but I remembered a manga with that Soo YUp AND THIS IS FICTION so I had the power of making the impossible real here in this story LOL and yes you are rich in Earth cuz i said so ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻)). You paid someone handsomely to give you the means to have a child without any sort of y'know lol- and finally had Yuna after so long of waiting.

You are deeply devoted to Yuna's well-being and promised to protect her no matter what.

But tragedy struck when you got involved in a car accident that claimed your life, leaving your daughter Yuna without her only guardian. Your own death left you feeling desolate and remorseful for not being able to watch your 5-year-old daughter grow up.

However, your journey took an unexpected turn when you found yourelf in a mysterious and unfamiliar world. You retained only hazy memories of your past life but resolved to forge ahead. Even in this strange new world, you couldn't let go of your fervent prayers for Yuna's safety.

You went on a journey in this new world called Teyvat. But what if your daughter follows you there - all grown up, so mature and with so many mysteries?

GENSHIN IMPACT X G/N! Reader

Warnings: Grammatical Errors, Lazy Writing, Possibly alot of errors again lol, MANY TYPOS idK, VERY OOC (I'mma not lie here), Y/n being the Cupid LATER lol, Yandere!Harem??? Obsessive Acolytes/Believers to the Divine One, MANY SIMPINGS ˛(ˊʙˋ)੭˒˒

CHAPTER 00

In the supposedly peaceful and beautiful world - Y/n, a beautiful God(dess) in a white robe and veil, had been engaged in a fierce battle to protect your city from marauding Gods. Your barrier stood resolute, deflecting attacks and safeguarding your people, but the more you fought, the more you felt your energy wane.

"Your majesty! Please, it's enough!" A voice was heard from behind. But despite the pleas of your beloved subjects to cease the battle, You remained unyielding, your bowstring singing as you sent arrow after arrow towards your foes. The Archon War had erupted unexpectedly, shattering the harmony among divine beings who were once friends. You couldn't comprehend why you were now locked in a merciless struggle for your nations' survival.

"You must be getting tired. How about resting now?" taunted by your enemy God, reveling in your weakening state. Undeterred, You glared back, refusing to back down. Your resolve was unbreakable; You were determined to defend your land until your very last breath.

"I will not! I will never back down until my last breath!" You yelled.

"Let's see about that, Goddess Y/n!" They said, as they were ready to launched another attack.

But just as you braced yourself for another attack, a familiar voice broke through the haze of battle.

"Ma/Pa.."

"Ma/Pa.. ma/pa.."

"Mama/Papa!!"

Startled, You gasped, your battle-weary eyes fluttering open. You found yourself in a small, warm room, and your attention was drawn to a tiny, innocent face—the face of your adorable daughter, Yuna.

"Mama/Papa! You're awake, right?!" Yuna's tiny hands shook you, urging you back to consciousness.

"Mama/Papa, it's time to wake up!" You blinked, the memories of your celestial battle fading into the background as you're fully awake now.

"Oh, Mama/Papa's awake now, dear Yuna," you whispered, your exhaustion momentarily forgotten as you lifted your daughter into your arms.

Yuna's innocent eyes widened with concern. "Mama/Papa, you were making scared noises in your sleep. Did you have a bad dream?"

You smiled, brushing a gentle hand over Yuna's cheek. "It was just a bad dream, my love. Mama/Papa's fine now." You marveled at the contrast between the dream's fierce goddess persona and the reality of your role as a loving parent. How could such a powerful being in your dream world be the same person who cuddled with your daughter each morning?

"Let's focus on happier things," You suggested, ruffling Yuna's hair playfully.

"Hehe, okay! Let's eat breakfast now, Mama/Papa! I'm hungry!" Yuna's enthusiasm was infectious, and you couldn't help but smile at the sight of your daughter's radiant joy. You dismissed the surreal images of your divine battle as a dream or perhaps the result of watching too many fantasy movies recently.

"What would you like to eat today, my little sunshine?" You asked.

Yuna's face lit up with excitement. "Pancakes, Mama/Papa! With strawberries!"

You chuckled, the remnants of the dream slipping further away with each giggle. "Pancakes it is, sweetheart. Let's make them together."

With a tender smile, You kissed Yuna's forehead. "And also good morning, my precious. I love you."

Yuna giggled, her laughter echoing through the room like music. "I love you too, Mama/Papa!"

Together, you both ventured into the kitchen, the aroma of pancakes filling the air as you expertly flipped them on the griddle. Yuna stood on a chair, her eyes wide with fascination as she watched her parent cook.

What had seemed like a fierce, otherworldly struggle faded into the background as you dismissed it as a fleeting nightmare. Perhaps it was the result of watching too many fantasy movies, you thought, trying to rationalize the vivid dream.

"Yeah, it must be a dream," You reassured yourself, embracing the reality of your daughter's laughter and the aroma of breakfast wafting from the kitchen.

"Mama/Papa, are you a superhero?" Yuna asked suddenly, her innocent curiosity sparking a twinkle in her eyes.

You paused, caught off guard by the question. You knelt down to Yuna's eye level, your expression tender. "Well, I might not be a superhero, but I'll always protect you, my dear. You mean everything to me."

Yuna beamed, her small hand reaching out to grasp yours. "I love you, Mama/Papa!"

"I love you too, my precious Yuna," You whispered, your heart swelling with an overwhelming sense of love and gratitude.

You prepared a hearty meal for yourself and for your precious daughter, Yuna, savoring the simple pleasures of your shared moments. As you both sat down to eat, Yuna's innocent chatter filled the room, momentarily pushing away the lingering thoughts of that dream you had earlier.

"Mama/Papa, what's your favorite story?" Yuna asked between bites of the pancakes.

You smiled, reminiscing about the stories you used to hear as a child. "My favorite story is about a brave god(dess) who protected their people from all the dangers of the world. They were strong, just like me, and they never gave up, no matter how tough things got."

Yuna's eyes widened with admiration. "Wow, Mama/Papa, you're like that god(dess), right?"

You chuckled, ruffling Yuna's hair affectionately. "I try to be, sweetheart. I'll always protect you and keep you safe, no matter what."

You only wished the best for your daughter.

That's all you need..

Those dreams probably meant nothing, right?

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, with You and Yuna sharing your lives in blissful harmony. You had put the strange dreams behind you, attributing them to a mere figment of your imagination, yet the memories of your battles as a god(dess) lingered, casting a subtle shadow over your peaceful existence.

It also arose so many questions..

Why do you have that dream?

What does it mean?

Is it a past life?

Why are you remembering it?

You're already happy with youe daughter. You don't want to be burden with a problem you don't even know about.

That was all just a dream anyways..

But one evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, you found herself lost in thought on the porch of their cozy home. Yuna, now a bit older but just as radiant, skipped over, her eyes filled with curiosity.

"Mama/Papa, why do you sometimes look so sad?" Yuna asked, her voice tinged with concern.

You smiled gently, your fingers tracing the patterns of the wooden porch. "Oh, my sweet Yuna, it's just Mama/Papa's thoughts wandering. Sometimes, grown-ups think about many things at once."

"But you can tell me, Mama. I'm a big girl now!" Yuna insisted, her determination mirroring her parent's.

You sighed, realizing that your daughter was growing up and deserved to know the truth, or at least part of it. "Alright, my love. Mama/Papa had some strange dreams lately, dreams of battles and wars. It felt like I was someone else, someone powerful but burdened by the weight of protecting others."

Yuna's eyes widened in awe. "Like a superhero?"

You nodded, a bittersweet smile playing on your lips. "Yes, something like that. But these dreams were so vivid, as if they were memories from another life. It's all very confusing, Yuna."

Yuna reached out and held her parent's hand, her grip surprisingly strong for a child her age. "Mama/Papa, I think those dreams are trying to tell you something. Maybe you're meant to do something important."

You looked at your daughter, marveling at the wisdom hidden behind those innocent eyes. "You're right, Yuna. Perhaps there's a reason I'm having these dreams. I just wish I knew what it meant."

You couldn't help but hug your daughter. Just how caring and smart is this girl? This daughter of yours is too perfect to be yours. She's far too wise..

Even you can't come out with such an advice. But your 5 years old daughter could.

"You're so mature, aren't you, my love?" You said, as you kisses your daughter's chubby cheek who giggled in return. "Hehe! Because I am a big girl!"

"Yes, you are a big girl, love."

Though you couldn't exactly shake the feeling of being a powerful god(dess) in that otherworldly battle, your memories of an archon war still vivid, despite the comforting reality of your daughter's presence.

"Mama/Papa, can I ask you something?" Yuna's innocent voice interrupted your thoughts.

"Of course, my sweet," You replied, setting your daughter to your side to give your full attention to your daughter.

Yuna looked up at you with those big, curious eyes. "What were you fighting in your dream, mama/papa? Were you super strong?"

You hesitated, unsure of how to explain the complexities of your dream world to a 5-year-old. "Well, it was just a dream, dear. In the dream, Mama/Papa had to protect something very important, just like how I always protect you."

Yuna nodded thoughtfully. "Like a superhero, right?"

You smiled, relieved at the simplicity of Yuna's understanding. "Yes, like a superhero."

"Cool! I wanna be a superhero too!"

"Study first-"

"But mama/papa!!"

"Just kidding~!"

But as the day went on, you couldn't shake the feeling that your dream held a deeper significance. The memories of the archon war and the title of "God(dess) Y/n" haunted your thoughts, refusing to be dismissed as mere fantasy.

That night, after tucking Yuna into bed and planting a gentle kiss on her forehead, you found herself unable to sleep. You decided to indulge your curiosity and did something you hadn't done in a long time-you opened your laptop and began searching for information about archons and the concept of divine beings.

But you found no information about all the things you remembers in your dream.

Is it just.. a dream?

Lost in thought, you murmured, "God(dess) Y/n... Archon War... it all feels so distant yet so real."

Yuna, ever perceptive, approached her parent out of nowhere, her eyes wide with curiosity. "Mama/Papa, is something bothering you?"

"Ahh!" You almost fell down your chair when you saw your daughter standing next to you. Gosh! She's scary sometimes!

"Gosh, you scared Mama/Papa, love." You said, as you sighed in relieved that it was only your daughter. Yuna shrugged her shoulder before climbing into your lap and sitting comfortably.

"Why aren't you sleeping, baby? Didn't Mama/Papa tucked you in already?"

"Can't sleep yet.." She respond, as she hugged her doll tighter before looking back to you.

"So.. what's bothering you, Mama/Papa?" She asked curiously.

You smiled, your heart swelling with affection for your sweet daughter's concern. "It's nothing, sweetheart. Just an old dream Mama had like i told you before-"

But as you spoke, a sudden jolt surged through you, a flash of memories and emotions that felt too vivid to be merely a dream. You saw yourself clad in divine armor, battling against other gods. Faces once blurred became clear in your mind's eye.

"The Archon War.." You whispered, the words heavy with realization. "It's like.. a reality.. I'm not sure.. but I felt like I've known about it like a long time ago.."

Yuna's eyes widened with wonder. "Mama/Papa, what's an Archon war??"

You shake your head, your mind racing to comprehend the implications of your rediscovered identity. "I don't know, sweetie.. but there was a war. But why? Why were we fighting? Why was i fighting? What am I protecting..?" You questioned, confusing the little girl even more.

"Ehh.. really, Mama/Papa? Maybe you died and got reincarnated? I saw a movie about that!" Yuna explained.

"Reincarnated? Wait- how did you know that big word?" You asked. Yuna giggled as she snuggled into her doll. "Hehe! I heard it from watching marvel!"

"Right.. Hawkman.."

"Hehe! I like Ironman and Hawkman!" Yuna said excitedly, as she raised her doll up like it was flying.

You sighed. "Maybe I made her watch so many movies.."

Still.. how can this be?

Why are you remembering all this memories now?

You already have a life with your daughter..

Why now?

As you navigated the bustling city streets, your thoughts were consumed by the anticipation of seeing Yuna's face light up with joy upon receiving the special treats you had bought today. The aroma of fresh donuts filled the car, tempting your senses as you carefully maneuvered through the traffic.

Your dedication to your daughter, Yuna, was unwavering. You juggled a demanding career as a high-profile fashion designer for a prestigious modeling company while ensuring that your daughter's upbringing was filled with love, happiness, and positive role models. Your decision to distance yourself from your previously abusive and greedy household was a testament to your commitment to providing Yuna with a safe and nurturing environment.

As you drove home, the box of delectable donuts sat securely on the passenger seat, tempting your senses with their sweet aroma. You couldn't help but smile, thinking about the joy these treats would bring to your little girl.

"I bet my baby would like the donuts I bought today," You mused aloud, your excitement palpable. "It's definitely the best ones I've tasted! I'm sure she'll like them."

With each turn of the wheel, your anticipation grew. The thought of Yuna's radiant smile and the delighted squeals of a child about to receive a cherished surprise filled your heart with warmth. There was nothing you wouldn't do to ensure Yuna's happiness and well-being.

She is your precious girl after all.

Who wouldn't want the best for their child?

"My precious baby... I so missed you, my Yuna. Mama will be spoiling you a lot this weekend for sure. Hmm... maybe I'll take her to the water park this Saturday?" Your thoughts were filled with excitement as you drove home, your anticipation growing with each passing moment.

However, in the midst of your joyful reverie, you failed to notice the fast-approaching truck until it was too late. The deafening impact sent shockwaves through your car, causing it to veer off the road and collide with the oncoming vehicle. The world around you blurred into chaos, and time seemed to slow as the accident unfolded.

Huh?

The world around you spun into chaos as the impact of the collision reverberated through your body. Glass shattered, metal twisted, and the sound of screeching brakes filled the air. Darkness enveloped you, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

When you finally regained her senses, you found yourself trapped in the wreckage of your car. Pain radiated through your body, and as you tried to move, you realized your injuries were severe. Panic welled up within you as the realization of what had just happened sunk in.

Your thoughts immediately turned to your daughter, Yuna. Fear clutched at your heart as you desperately called out to your little girl, but there was no response. Panic and anguish swirled within you as you fought against the pain and the wreckage that held you captive. I must go back to her! I still haven't given the donuts to my precious baby!

Pain shot through your body as you clung to consciousness, your first thought being of your precious Yuna. Panic continued to surged within you as you struggled to assess the situation.

Summoning every ounce of strength, you managed to unbuckle yourself and crawl out of the mangled car. Your vision was blurred, and your limbs felt heavy, but you had to go home to Yuna.

Your legs wobbled, panic turned to dread as you thought about Yuna waiting at home with the nanny, unaware of the accident. You had to get home, had to make sure your daughter was safe.

In the midst of the chaos, your thoughts were solely with Yuna. "I hope my Yuna is safe," you thought, your heart pounding with fear and concern. The seconds stretched like hours as you struggled to regain your bearings, your mind racing with worry for your daughter.

In the distance, you could hear voices shouting, the wailing of sirens approaching.

Your car's front end was crumpled, and the truck involved in the accident was equally damaged. The scene was chaotic, with concerned onlookers and emergency responders swarming around.

"M-my daughter," Y/n's voice laced with desperation. "Please, you have to help me. I need to get home to her."

The emergency responders arrived swiftly, their skilled hands working efficiently to extract you from the wreckage. All the while, your thoughts remained fixated on Yuna, your love for your daughter propelling you forward.

In the ambulance, amidst the blaring sirens and the medical team's urgent voices, you clung to consciousness. Your mind was a whirlwind of fear and determination. You couldn't let go, not when your little daughter syill needed you.

"It's gonna be okay, ma'am! Don't lose your consciousness! We're almost there!"

"We have to immediately take first aid!"

(Idk about this.. uh things so bear with it lol)

At the hospital, doctors and nurses worked tirelessly to stabilize you. Hours passed in a haze of pain and worry, but through it all, one thought persisted - your precious daughter, Yuna. You needed to be there for her, to protect her, just as you had always vowed to do.

As you lay there, pain coursing through your body, you felt a profound sense of urgency. The world around your became hazy, youe vision blurred. You knew your time was slipping away, like sand through an hourglass. The paramedics rushed to your side, their voices a distant echo in your ears.

In the midst of the chaos, you fought to find your voice, to speak your final words before surrendering to the abyss. With a tremor in your weakened voice, you whispered to yourself, aware that youe daughter, Yuna, remained oblivious to the tragedy that had befallen you.

"Yuna," you choked out, each word infused with a mixture of anguish and love. "My sweet, beloved daughter, I hope you can hear these words, even if only in your heart.."

As you felt the grip of life slipping away, you found yourself caught in a whirlwind of emotions. The pain and confusion consumed you, but amidst it all, you clung to your final thoughts, desperate to convey your love and remorse to your beloved daughter, Yuna.

Barely able to speak, your voice reduced to a mere whisper, your mind screamed with unspoken words. You yearned to tell Yuna how sorry you are, how deeply ashamed you felt for leaving your behind in this world, alone and unaware of the impending tragedy.

Blood pooled in your throat, choking your words and stealing your breath, but your thoughts raced with determination. With every ounce of strength you still possessed, you wished for your daughter's growth, for her to thrive in a world that you had only begun to understand.

In the midst of your pain, your love for Yuna burned brighter than ever. You wanted your daughter to know that your absence was never a choice, but a cruel twist of fate. Tears welled in your eyes, mixing with the blood that stained your lips, as you silently begged for forgiveness.

As the medical team continued to do their work on helping her, their urgent movements a blur around your fading consciousness, You held onto the image of Yuna in your mind. You whispered your final words, a desperate plea, hoping that somehow, in the vastness of the universe, your daughter would feel your love and hear your apologies.

In those fleeting moments, Your thoughts transcended the physical realm. You poured your heart and soul into a silent scream, a profound expression of love and regret that resonated in the depths of your being.

Through the pain and struggle, You fought to string together more coherent thoughts, desperate to convey your feelings, hopes, and apologies to your beloved daughter.

"My sweet Yuna, forgive me... I never wanted to leave you, my baby," you whispered in your mind, your voice quivering with a mix of love and anguish.

"I won't witness your first heartbreak... but remember, my darling, you are stronger than you know. You will rise above the pain and find love again."

"Yuna, my precious baby, don't let my absence hold you back. Embrace life's opportunities, explore the world, and chase your dreams with unwavering determination."

Her thoughts grow strained and weak, you continued, your words a fragile thread connecting you to your daughter's future. "I wanted to guide you, to be there for you... but circumstances have robbed us of that chance. You must find your own way, my love."

The tears flowed freely as your thoughts turned to the milestones you would miss. "I won't see you find your lifelong friends, those who will stand by your side through laughter and tears. But know that true friendships will enrich your life in ways I could never imagine."

"Yuna, my heart aches at the thought of not witnessing your wedding day. But when that time comes, know that I am with you in spirit, overflowing with love and pride as you embark on a new chapter of your life."

Your voice grew fainter, but your determination pushed you to utter one last plea in your head. "Promise me, my sweet Yuna, that you will live a life filled with joy, passion, and purpose. Seek happiness, embrace love, and never forget the strength within you."

As the darkness closed in, your final thoughts were consumed by your daughter's welfare. "Please, someone... protect and cherish my Yuna. Be the support and guiding light that I can no longer be. Love her as fiercely as I do."

With your strength waning, you held onto the hope that your whispered words would find their way to Yuna's heart. You longed for your daughter to know the depth of your love, the remorse you felt for leaving too soon, and the unwavering belief in Yuna's ability to navigate life's challenges.

And as your consciousness slowly faded, your final thoughts were a fervent wish for your daughter's growth, happiness, and the fulfillment of all her dreams.

"I love you, my Yuna.."

In your final moments, your thoughts were consumed by your undying love for Yuna, a love that transcended the boundaries of life and death. As your eyes fluttered closed, your last thoughts were of your daughter's smiling face, a beacon of light that guided you into the unknown.

You couldn't fight your dead..

Not again..

You failed again..

You failed protecting someone again..

And in that fleeting moment, as the world faded to darkness, you found solace in the knowledge that your love for Yuna would endure, an eternal flame that would continue to burn brightly, even in your absence.

'I'm so sorry, Yuna..'

Yuna played contentedly with her dolls, her imagination leading her on adventures only a child's mind could conjure. Her nanny and also Y/n's best friend, Kate, sat nearby, keeping a watchful eye on the little girl as she indulged in her imaginative play. Yuna was a charming but particular child, especially when it came to her food preferences. Yet, her undeniable cuteness made her nannies' hearts melt, rendering any minor inconveniences inconsequential.

Kate focused on the news broadcast playing on the television, its volume low so as not to disturb Yuna's playtime. But then, an unexpected news report abruptly seized her attention.

"A twenty-six-year-old woman/man was caught in a car accident," the news anchor announced solemnly. "The authorities have confirmed their identity. Tsukuyomi Y/n. She/He is a famous fashion designer for the Famous El Vera Company, who lives with their daughter, Tsukuyomi Yuna, in the..."

Kate's breath caught in her throat as she listened to the news report. Time seemed to stand still as the weight of the information sank in. Her eyes darted to Yuna, oblivious to the gravity of the situation, her innocent laughter filling the room.

She quickly turned off the television, not wanting Yuna to overhear the devastating news. Panic welled up within Kate as she contemplated how to handle the situation delicately. She knew she had to inform Yuna about her parent's accident, but how could she break such heart-wrenching news to a young child?

Taking a deep breath, Kate approached Yuna gently, crouching down to her eye level. She mustered a warm smile, masking the anguish she felt inside.

"Hey, sweetie," Kate began, her voice trembling ever so slightly. "I have something important to tell you about your mom/dad."

Yuna looked up, her big, innocent eyes filled with curiosity. "What is it, Nanny?"

"Well, darling, your mommy/daddy was in a car accident," Kate said softly, her heart breaking at the thought of shattering Yuna's world. "They're hurt, and they're in the hospital right now, getting the help they needs."

Tears welled up in Yuna's eyes as she clutched her doll tightly, her heart aching with a profound sense of loss. In that moment, the world seemed to crumble around her, and the reality of her mother/father's absence began to sink in.

"But... but Mama/Papa promised they'd come back, right?" Yuna choked out, her voice breaking as she struggled to hold back tears. "They said they'd bring me donuts today... they can't be... they can't..."

Kate fought back tears, mustering all the strength she had. "Yuna! I'm sure the doctors are doing everything they can to help them! But it's important for you to know that they loves you very much, and they want you to be strong and brave while they recover."

A flicker of fear crossed Yuna's face, and she clutched her doll tightly. "Can I see mommy/daddy?"

Kate's heart sank. She knew the truth had to be told, no matter how painful it was. "Sweetheart, I'm so sorry, but right now, your mommy/daddy needs to rest and get better. The doctors won't let visitors in. But you can send them your love and thoughts, and they'll feel them, I promise."

Tears welled up in Yuna's eyes, and she buried her face in the safety of Kate's arms. "I want my mommy/daddy, Kate. I miss her/him."

Kate enveloped Yuna in a warm embrace, her own eyes filling with tears. "I know, sweetheart. I know it's incredibly hard. Your Mama/Papa loved you very much, and they'll always be in your heart."

As Yuna clung to her, seeking comfort, Kate whispered a silent prayer for strength and guidance. She knew that the road ahead would be filled with challenges, but she was determined to be there for Yuna, to support her, and to help her navigate the difficult journey of healing and acceptance. She was only a little girl and she had lost her only parent. Isn't Y/n's family full of abusive people? Yuna will be in danger for sure..

Kate hold Yuna tightly in her arms, as she embrace the little girl and whispering comforting words to her.

'I promise to protect your daughter for you, Y/n..'

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wayfayrr · 5 months

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Hello! If I may, I’d like to make a request.

When I was little (between 4 and 8), my brother and I played Ocarina of Time constantly. It was our go-to game when hanging out. We replayed it and found all secrets and stuff. I was wondering if you could do a platonic self aware OOT!Link one shot? One where Link considers the player to be like a sibling to him since they grew up together in a way?

Thank you so much! I really enjoy your work ❤️

you're very welcome anon! this was such a sweet request to write!! I went with the post timeskip link for this seeing as I've already written one for Majora's mask link and I thought it would be more interesting to have that difference between the two pieces <3 I hope you'll enjoy this

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“Hey, I’ve been wanting to ask for a while… do you still have that old copy of Ocarina of time we used to play together? I’ve been kinda wanting to replay it. It’s a bit of a pain to get a new one or an emulator though so…”

“Uh? I think so, I can check in my attic later and drop it around your place tomorrow if I can?”

“That sounds perfect, thanks for the favour man.”

That was a fairly productive phone call, now I hopefully won’t have to mess about with an emulator or shell out for the subscription to play it again. Seeing as Nintendo doesn’t want to make their old catalogue accessible. All I need to do on my end is to wait and possibly google how to set up an N64 in the meantime.

Turns out that we did still have the old thing, and that it isn’t all that hard to set up either so it’s not like it takes too long for me to hear the calmingly melancholic tones of the game’s opening theme. Our old save file is still there too, although some of the stats on the file seem to have gotten a little bit corrupted because I’m convinced we completed it fully. Although it’s been what like 10 years or more since I would’ve last played, it makes sense that I might just be misremembering things. No harm in seeing where we left off though is there?

Well even though the file says otherwise, looking through Link’s inventory really wants to disprove that - there’s something with the same sprite as Zelda’s letter where it should just be an empty slot. It’s not got a name, if I hover over it it simply brings up a missing value error and the button prompt me to read it. It’s not like there’s any issue if I did open it, it’s an old save file so even if it does corrupt I won’t lose anything.

Nothing happened, just a fade to blank before it glitched out and the inventory screen popped back up so that I could close it and have a look around…

How did Link turn around as I was paused in the inventory and how did his face get so close to the screen?

“[Name]? I knew you’d be back at some point! I knew you wouldn’t just leave your older brother for good… you wouldn’t would you?”

“...How do you know my name..?”

I know that Ai has gotten incredibly good recently but this is an N64, an unmodded one at that, so whatever the hell is happening right now can’t be due to that. This feels like it could be the start to a creepypasta though with everything going on right now - is this like a real life ben drowned - no it can’t be, he’d be crying blood if it were the case and he wouldn’t be as friendly either.

“Because you told me it all those years ago when you first played through the game? You always spoke to me like I was a real person, like you saw me as your older brother, so it’s only natural that I started to see you like a little sibling right? Then when you disappeared I got so worried, It’s been so long but you’ve gotten so much older! Did you pull the mastersword yourself, because this much time can’t have really passed can it?... Can it?”

He looks almost like he’s about to cry, I should be caref- why am I so worried about hurting the feelings of a fictional character? Is it cause he sees me like a sibling, a younger one; because he knows me from when I was younger; or because he seems so attached to me already? Maybe I should just… turn it off so I don’t have to deal with it.

“I don’t remember how long it’s been, a good few years at least, Since I’ve played it. I wasn’t exactly planning to-”

“Is that what you used to control me!? I’ve never been able to get a good look at it before. Would you mind bringing it closer?”

“...Yeah I can bring it closer.”

The way he interrupted me was so so sad, he’s forcing himself to be cheery when he looks like he’s about to break down, like how an older brother would act. He really sees himself as my older brother doesn’t he? I have to admit that the way he’s leaning against the screen like an excited kid is also pretty cute I won’t lie to myself, if it weren’t for how insane the situation is I don’t think I’d mind him being my younger brother. He’s younger than me now anyway so that makes far more sense.

Is the screen cracking beneath him?

It’s definitely cracking under his weight, there are seconds left before it shatters.

“It’s so simple and yet it was the reason that you were able to-”

Glass can only last so long. And now he’s out, lying on my floor in a shocked heap with glass shards surrounding and covering him. After a couple of seconds of neither of us knowing what to do, we both snap into action at the same time, while I try to help him up and check for any serious wounds… he’s just laughing with the widest goofiest smile on his face, grabbing at my arms like I’m nothing but a wisp of a dream.

“I - wow I - I could never have imagined that I could - that this - that this was even an option for me…”

“But I can be your brother in person now can’t I?”

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springseasonie · 11 months

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i love ur writing so much like actually. can you please write virgin haechan x reader or jaehyun x virgin reader 😩 thank you!!

Study date (M)

Warnings: sexual content, college au, oral (male receiving), protected sex, subby/soft haechan, proofread but may contain errors (sorryyy)

Word count: 3,5k

A/N: you gave me too much freedom with the choices, but I just had to write about haechan for this one he's been on my mind a lot lately. Apologies for how long it took to post this

Haechan had never been so nervous in his life. It was first time alone with you in his room, and he really didn't know how to act. His palms were clammy, heart beating out his chest, and he hasn't been able to say one word to you without stuttering horribly. He's been trying hard to keep his cool, but everything was weighing on him more and more.

You didn't seem like you wanted anything else from him as far as he could tell. The both of you agreed to do homework together for the night and just hang out like normal, but you've been a little weird to him for a week. Haechan noticed your lingering gaze and touches. The little comments you made complimenting him or how you laughed a little too much at his stupid jokes. You were constantly touching him too, looping your arm with his, fixing his hair, even giving him hugs a lot more often.

And now that the 2 of you are alone, you finally seemed to calm down your unnecessary affection for the man, or so he thought.

You hadn't said much to him in the past hour, just small questions or whatever came to your mind as you mindlessly typed up an essay on your laptop. Haechan jumped a little startled when you spoke to him.

"Haechan?"

"Yeah, what's up," he answered a little too quickly in an attempt to seem normal.

"Do you think you can help me out with this?"

He nodded and gulped. He stood up walking to his bed nervously. You were laying on your stomach, feet kicking in the air as you looked up at him. Sometimes he felt like a bad friend for looking at you the way he did, thinking about you in the ways he did. But he really couldn't help it, especially not when you looked at him with your big pretty eyes in the most innocent way. Not when you wore that short skirt he can't keep his eyes off of. But what exactly is he supposed to do? It's not like he can just seduce you, especially since he's so inexperienced.

Heachan sat next to you, heart skipping a beat when you turned yourself onto your back. A sliver of skin from your stomach showed as your shirt rose up a bit. Haechan felt like such a weirdo with how much the tiny bit of skin was affecting him. Haechan has seen you with less clothes plenty of times at beaches and pools, but something about this felt so…new.

"What did you need help with," he asked, looking at you and the computer.

"Read it. I don't know if it's good," you asked, pointing to the paragraph you just wrote.

"Uh, okay. Sure." Haechan scanned over the words on the screen, not without sneaking a few glances at you of course. You were staring at him with the most content look, he couldn't tell what you were thinking at all. "Um, it seems good to me. I don't see anything wrong."

"I know," you giggled, "I just wanted a reason to talk to you. You’ve so cooped up in whatever you were doing over there, it was kind of boring over here all by myself."

Haechan didn't know how to respond, just gave you a small smile with a nod. He didn't notice the way you were looking at him as if you were going to eat the man right then and there - and that's what you fully intended to do.

"So what were you working on," you asked him, sitting up to rest on your elbows. Haechan looked down at you, then away almost immediately avoiding the intense eye contact you were giving him.

"Just something for my math class," he said.

"Oh yeah, your major is computer science right? Seems kinda hard."

"It's actually really simple…when you know what you're doing of course," he laughed softly. Haechan kept going on about his major, which is something he tended to do unintentionally. He didn't have many friends, besides you and a couple of other people on campus, because of this constant habit of nerding out when you bought up any one of his interests. But unlike most people, you never found it annoying. You always thought it was cute when he went into detail about it, whether it be video games or his major or even something you thought was stupid.

"You really do love computer science don't you," you chuckled, interrupting him mid sentence.

"Sorry, am I being annoying? I'll stop."

"Don't stop, I like hearing you talk."

Haechan couldn't help but clock the change in your tone. He glanced at you, gulping a bit when your eyes met. He really didn't know what to do or say at the moment, afraid that anything he did would make the atmosphere awkward. "Thank you," was all he could manage to say.

You sat up, now fully sitting on his bed. You scooted back a bit, face becoming closer to his to look at him in his eyes. Haechan was so obvious it almost made you laugh. You knew he had a thing for you no matter how much he tried to keep it to a minimum.

"Can we be honest for a second," you asked, closing your computer.

"Honest…about what?"

"I think you know, Haechan."

Haechan let out a deep breath looking down at his hands and then at your legs. You goddamn legs. They were always a weakness for him, it was kind of embarrassing. He felt like a Victorian man looking at an ankle every time he saw them.

"I like you, Haechan."

Your voice brought him back to the situation at hand, making him shoot his gaze to your face that was a little too close to his. He felt a lump in his throat, staying silent instead of talking. He knew he fucked up by not saying anything, but it's so hard when it's you.

"Do you like me too," you asked in a quiet voice, eyes never leaving his face.

After a moment, Haechan finally spoke, almost choking out the words. "I-I do like you." You smiled, resting your body weight in one arm. Your hand brushed his, almost making him shiver at the contact.

You wanted to take things slowly so badly, but you couldn't. Not with him looking so good and looking like he wanted to eat you the whole time. "Can I kiss you Haechan?"

Haechan wished he could've played it cool but he was a pretty expressive person when he didn't want to be. He let out a bit of nervous laughter, making you tilt your head in anticipation for his answer. "I..I don't even know what to say."

"Well it's a yes or no question," you said, making him smile a bit. "You have kissed someone right? Or is this gonna be your first kiss?"

"I have kissed someone before, don't worry."

"Good, because I've been thinking about this all day." Your face was already so close to his, so when you kissed him, it felt like tension was being relieved. His lips molded with yours, kissing you deeply, but softly. He felt your hand creep onto his chest, gripping the fabric pulling him closer to you. Haechan wanted to touch you too so badly, but he was so nervous at the moment.

Somehow you could feel his hesitation, so you wanted to reassure him even though it was boosting your ego a bit. "You can touch me. It's okay, don't be nervous."

"Are you trying to sleep with me," he asked abruptly, but it didn't pass you, just made you laugh a bit.

"Do you want the honest answer or the nice one?" You kissed him again softly, smiling to yourself.

"Honest.."

"Yes I am trying to sleep with you," you admitted. Your kisses moved from his lips to his jawline, kissing his skin gently. "Do you not want to sleep with me?"

Haechan gulped. He didn't know what he wanted to do, but he didn't know that he never told you about his lack of experience despite being friends with you for a long time. He knew how experienced you were, you were never shy about it. You hooked up with people often, but that stuff was never really for him. He’s had girlfriends and connections with people in the past, but they always lost interest when they found out he never had any experience.

"Y/N, I have something to tell you," he said, looking down at his lap. "I'm..still a virgin."

You weren't as surprised as you thought you should've been. He seemed like he lacked the experience from the moment you put your hands on him. But you didn't mind it at all. "That's okay," you said, tone sweet and comforting. "We don't have to sleep together or anything-"

"I do," he interrupted. "I want to…but I'm not very experienced so I don't want to disappoint you or anything."

Your gaze softened, hands reaching up to cup his face softly. "Listen, don't feel pressured. I don't mind not doing anything, I'm serious."

"I don't feel pressured," he said, shaking his head. "I just really like you, and you're a good friend that I feel comfortable and safe with. I just don't want us to be awkward, you know."

Heachan was sweet. Probably the sweetest guy friend you've ever had. His intentions and feelings were always true and pure, and it made you happy that he felt safe with you. If he really would let you be his first time, you might burst from happiness.

"It won't be awkward, okay? I'll take the lead. You sit back and let me do what I do best." And with that, your lips connected with his again, kissing him. You could still taste the red bull he was drinking on his tongue. You moved your laptop next to you, scooting in front of him all without pulling away. Haechan carefully put his hands on your waist, thumbs subtly falling under the waistline of your skirt.

You pulled away from his lips, face in the crook of his neck kissing his skin. "Has anyone ever given you a blowjob before," you mumbled on his skin. You rubbed your hand up his thigh, squeezing his erection through his pants.

"U-uh, no." Haechan was visibly shaken but also excited. There was no point in him trying to hide his nerves anymore. He just had to let you take the lead.

"Well, there's a first for everything right?" You hooked your fingers on the waist of his basketball shorts and boxers, looking at him before making anymore moves. "Can I?"

Haechan's mouth went dry feeling your hands on him, mind reeling at the thought of you sucking him off. He nodded his head, lifting his hips as you tugged his clothes off his body. You tossed his clothes on the floor next to his bed. Haechan noticed your eyes go a bit wide as you eyed his lap making him feel a bit nervous. "I-is there something wrong?"

"No," you rush, still staring. "Not at all. You're just…big." You wrapped your hand around his shaft, stroking him slowly, easing him into your touch. You watched him as he stared at your hand, brows furrowing as he bit his lip. You stuck your tongue out, letting a ball of spit fall on his tip. Swiping your thumb over his sensitive tip, Haechan let out a shuddering sigh.

He looked up, watching you bend over his lap, face in front of his hard cock. Your eyes never left him as you kissed up his shaft to his tip. Haechan didn't know what to do with his hands, so he laid them flat on his blanket. You kissed his tips softly, licking the slit softly. You stuck your tongue out, dropping your jaw as you took him in your mouth all the way until his tip hit the back of your throat.

Haechan could probably die happily right now. The way your cheeks hollowed as you sucked him and bobbed your head slowly made his mind go blank, the only thing on his brain was the feeling of himself being inside your mouth. You lifted your mouth off of him, adjusting yourself into a more comfortable position. Haechan's breath hitched a bit watching you arch your back. He couldn't see but he could tell your skirt was starting to ride up.

"You okay up there?"

He looked back down at you, nodding his head fast. "I'm fine.."

You snickered, licking the precum off his tip. "You're so cute." You sucked his tip, making the man squirm above you.

"Shit," he moaned softly.

Haechan closed his eyes, letting his head fall against his headboard as you continued to suck him off. For this being his first time, he didn't really know what to expect or what it would feel like, but he does know that this is a thousand times better than using his hand. The way you bobbed your head or took all that you could of him was such a turn on. He didn't know, but you were as eager as he was. Giving him head, forcing those pretty moans and whines from his lips were making you wetter and wetter.

Haechan opened his eyes as looked at you after some time, and he was glad he did. The scene in front of him was messy, hot, all over the place. Spit falling freely from your lips, your eyes watery, starting to affect the mascara on your lashes. He was so close just by looking at you.

You watched him through your lashes, his breathing starting to quicken and brows knitting. You pulled off of him, taking a deep breath when you were finally able to breathe properly. "You can't cum, not yet."

You pulled your shirt over your head, taking it off quickly. You shuffled yourself off the bed pulling your skirt off to reveal your completely soaked lace underwear.

Haechan couldn't take his eyes off the glistening mess between your legs, watching you pull them off your body. You reached in your bra taking out a condom.

"You already had one," he asked, pretty doe eyes looking up at you.

"Mhm." You opened the plastic, pulling it out. "I bring one with me everywhere I go," you say, sliding it onto his hardened length. "You're so hot, you know that?"

Haechan's face goes red, not knowing how to respond to your compliment. How was he so cute even when he sat there with his dick out? "We should probably move your laptop," he said, reaching over to grab it.

"No. Leave it." You pushed his shoulders back onto the headboard softly, making him look at you with a surprised expression. You climbed on top of him, knees straddling him as you unclipped your bra. Haechan had no idea where to look now that you were fully naked on top of him. Your tits were in his face, you were staring at him like you were going to eat him - far too much was running through his mind.

"Are you nervous," you asked softly, jolting him out of his thoughts.

"A little."

You giggled softly, licking your lips as you tilted his head up, kissing him deeply. "If at any point you wanna stop, just tell me." Haechan nodded, breathing a bit frayed from how you positioned his tip at your entrance. You sink yourself onto him slowly, one hand on his shoulder and the other on the base of his length. Haechan's hands naturally grabbed onto your hips, holding them softly.

"Fuck, you're big Haechanie," you moaned softly as he bottomed out in you. You looked down as you started to move watching him go in and out of you. You thought of this moment far too many to count. His hands on your body, lips on your skin.

"Fuck," he sighed, face in the crook of your neck. "T-this feels so good."

"Yeah?"

Haechan nodded moaning softly. His hands moved slowly from your hips down your thighs, squeezing them softly. You took his jaw in your hands gently moving him from the crook of your neck. You leaned down, kissing him with much more passion now. Haechan was completely weak to your touch, desperately kissing you as you started to grind on him faster. Weak whines and whimpers fell onto your tongue as you pressed your body against his.

The soft fabric of his shirt separated his chest from yours, making you sigh onto his lips. "Take this off."

Haechan did as you said, clumsily lifting the shirt over his head and off his body. You let out a soft laugh watching him struggle to get the shirt off his arm, shaking it till it fell on the floor. And just like that, Haechan's lips attached to yours again, arm wrapping around the small of your back as you grinded on top of him. Your moans were like music to his ears, every sense was heightened at the moment.

You pulled away from him slowly, looking down at him with lust filled eyes. "Haechanie,"you moaned softly. "I thought about this so many times." You took one of his hands, placing it on your breast. Haechan looked up at you as if he could melt right there. "Please..just touch me."

"Y/N.." His voice was shaky with pleasure, and it was the cutest thing you ever heard. At this point, he was certain he would cum soon if you kept talking to him like that. The way you moved on top of, the way you squeezed around him almost as if you were made for each other - he's so happy he didn't chicken out of this. "Fuck, I don't know if I can last much longer.."

"It's okay," you nod, completely lost in ecstasy. "Just keep touching me."

Heachan leaned into your chest, licking your nipple softly, looking up at you through his lashes. His hand fondled your chest, squeezing and flicking his tongue over the stiff bud. "Is this okay?"

"Perfect." You were beginning to speed up, feeling your orgasm slowly approaching. At this moment, Haechan let out a soft whine, brows knitting. "I'm so close," you breathed.

"Me..me too." Haechan kissed your breath one more time before sliding his arms back around your back, pulling your body closer to his. You slipped your arms around his neck, hand tangling through his hair. Haechan kissed you eagerly, grunting loudly when he felt you flutter around him. "Shit Y/N I'm gonna cum."

"Cum with me Haechanie." You rest your forehead on his, moans falling from both of your lips. The fire in your stomach exploded almost immediately when you came around him, legs shaking when you squeezed tighter around him. Haechan was so sensitive, never feeling anything like this before, so when you squeezed around him, he came instantly, filling the rubber around his length. The loud gasp and moans from the both of you filled the room, sounds almost a bit pornographic to your ears.

The both of you stayed where you were, catching your breaths still against each other's bodies. Your chest was leaning into his body. Just when you were about to lift yourself off of him, he hugged your body tighter.

"You're the only person I wanted this to happen with," he mumbled.

You smiled, kissing his forehead. "I'm glad you let me."

Haechan sighed, licking his lips before speaking. "I'm sorry if it wasn't what you were hoping for."

You lifted your body, looking down at him with confusion. "What do you mean?"

"You probably wanted me to fuck the daylights out of you or something," he chuckled softly. "I'm sorry you had to do all the work."

"Haechanie.." The nickname turned him into a puppy, his brown eyes now staring up at you attentively. "I don't care that I had to do all the work. I had a good time, and I hope you did too considering it was your first time."

Haechan kissed you, but instead of it being lustful, it was sweet. "I really do like you."

"And I like you too." You went into this wanting to just have a physical relationship with him, but it was becoming increasingly clear that you wanted something more, just like him. "I think we should go on a date."

"W-what?" Haechan was completely flustered, cheeks going red almost instantly. "A date? With me?"

You nodded, moving your hands from around his neck. You took his hands that were on you back and placed them on your waist. "Yeah. Tonight or tomorrow, I don't really care. Unless you don't like me that much," you teased.

"No! I'd love to go on a date with you," he answered quickly. "Tomorrow is good."

You gave him a small smile, pecking his lips softly. You lifted your body off of him slowly, sighing when you could no longer feel the pressure between your legs. "Come shower with me?"

"Y-yeah." Haechan stood up, stumbling on his own feet making you laugh.

This day wasn't something he had in his bingo card for the year, but he's glad it happened, especially with you. Hopefully, you wouldn't go home soon because he honestly wanted it again.

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myouicieloz · 8 months

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A little help

Aeri Uchinaga x aespa5thmember! reader

Synopsis: You’ve been stressed from your group’s tour: so many shows and planes have been tiring you off. Thankfully you have an special bandmate to help you with that.

Giselle helps you use Ning’s vibrator.

Warnings: smut, dirty talk ?, gets kinda rough ?, mentions of blood — reader is a virgin, nsfw. dom!giselle x sub!reader.

Word count: 3.2k

Notes: I MIGHT (like 85% might) rewrite this bc I fucking hated it. It’s too repetitive, I think. But I wanted to post it anyway so enjoy I guess xx. Not checking for any errors tho ˆˆ muah. I’ll try to improve for next time!! write something new, perhaps. We’ll see.

Pt.1 | Pt.2 | Pt.3

“Ning let me have it.” You display the sparkly green vibrator in front of Giselle, showing off the horrible thing to her as if it were your most prized possession. “She said she doesn’t need it anymore now that she has her girlfriend’s long ass fingers.”

Giselle dropped her phone, finally giving you the attention you wanted.

“She did not say that.” She snatched the toy out of your hands, and you let yourself fall in her bed, scoffing.

“Ok, she didn’t say that, exactly, but she did let me keep it.” You looked at her with sparkly eyes, giggling with excitement. “Will you help me try it? The shows are killing me, and I’ve been dying to use it the whole week.”

Giselle stopped staring at the thing with disgust, looking at you instead. “Why didn’t you?” She asked, curiously.

“Why didn’t I what?” You frowned at her question, too busy with your phone: Karina was asking if you wanted to go swimming later. The Uchinaga grabbed your phone, throwing it away to the other side of her big bed. “Hey!” You protested, shooting her a hard glance.

“Why didn’t you use it, then, if you were dying to all week?” She repeated herself, already feeling her core heatening up. Specially when you refused to look at her in the eyes, shrugging weakly.

“Because you know best.” You answered shyly, remembering her words from the dorm, on the other day. “Right?”

Giselle’s eyes darkened, and she stood her hand for you to take, guiding you to the middle of the bed. She smirked, perhaps a bit too wickedly, caressing your long hair until her fingers ran out of length.

“Right, of course.”

You caught yourself looking at her eagerly, hands on your sides to see what she’d do, following her lead towards the center of the bed.

Sure, you could be in your room, pleasuring yourself, but you’ve tried to — too many times, and none of them felt as good as the pleasure you’ve had with Giselle’s fingers. Also, you two were friends, right? And it was just sex, as she’d said it before. Nothing changed between you after that day at the dorm, so surely nothing would change now. You just needed a little help.

She was still only staring at you, which made you look away, feeling your face start to get red.

“Aren’t you going to do anything?” You mumbled, impatient and embarrassed to have her focus solemn on you.

“You need to undress first, Yn.” She said, giggling. You pouted, knowing you were still too shy to do it, but she cut you off before you could whine. “Don’t you want me to help? I can’t do it if you’re still so full of layers.” Giselle gestured to your clothes. Seeing how you still made no move to take them off, she got closer, tapping the hems of your top. “Come on, Yn. We’ve been past this. You have a beautiful body, ok? Stunning, even. And I want to see you.”

Her words helped you gain a little more confidence, and you really wanted to get yourself off, so you quickly removed your top and your shorts, panties following with much more ease than last time. Your bandmate’s hands went straight to your breasts, pinching your nipples slightly as she checked for your reaction, grinning when she was met with the sound of your moans.

“N-no teasing.” You told her as Giselle’s mouth went straight to one of your breasts, her other hand massaging the neglected one with a squeeze.

“But your tits are so pretty, Yn.” She praised, mouth leaving your chest with a trail of saliva in her mouth. She cleaned it off, reveling herself with how hungry you looked at her eyes.

Giselle had waited, eagerly, for you to come back to her, not wanting to make things awkward or to have you uncomfortable in the slightest. You were friends and bandmates, most importantly, and she wouldn’t trade that for any sex in the world.

So when you showed up with that horrid green thing in your hands, Giselle already knew she’d have a handful, having to remind herself to take things slow; you were still too naive, and she’d teach you just right, without rushing anything.

But fuck her if you staring at her with your big, doe eyes full of lust didn’t nearly make her lose it all and straight up fuck you until you were crying and begging for her to stop.

You pushed yourself further to face her front, so close you could feel her breathing, too. It was fast, erratic, and it made you smile to know you riled her up as much as she did to you. Your fingers caressed her arms, pleading with your sweetest voice. “I want to see you too, Unnie. Pretty please? You didn’t let me last time.” You reminded her, making Giselle laugh and distance herself to take her clothes off, this time.

“Your reward for asking so sweetly, then.” She said, winking at you as you took her in. She was beautiful, almost alluringly so, and it made you salivate at the thought of making her shudder, too. However, you knew she wouldn’t allow that to happen now, so you let yourself be pulled back to the big pillows of the bed as Giselle reached for the green toy, pressing it on the lowest mode.

You can’t seem to take your eyes off her as she spat onto her hand, bringing it to your pussy as her saliva is spread in your slit, humming in delight as it mixes it with your growing wetness. It makes you moan loudly, reaching for her to get a glimpse of her touch, her skin—anything. She was still focused, though, toying with you as she grins.

“So soaked already, baby? But we’ve barely started playing.” You mumbled something entirely incoherent, closing your eyes as you felt her fingers teasing in, two of them circling you up and down. She rubbed a few circles on your clit before entering sloppily, the sounds of it echoing through the room with your moans.

You felt a light tug on your hair, but Giselle’s mouth was soon all over your collarbone. Before you could even complain, she was sucking and marking your skin, your moans escalating with each passing moment. As much as you love to have her mouth on you— and God, you love it so much, you need more, and it doesn’t take much to make you into a pleading mess. You mutter pleases and mores until the words from your mouth make no sense to your brain anymore: all you can think is how hot your skin feels, and how slow Giselle’s fingers are working on you.

“Do you need something else, pup?” The older girl asks, looking at you greedily as you whine.

Of course, Giselle knows exactly what you want, what you need. You reached out to her asking for it, after all. Yet, she will still make you beg.

Her nose brushes your ear as she takes her fingers out of you completely now, making her busy with spreading your wetness all over your abdomen. “You look… restless. If you want something, you just have to say it, you know? I promise I’ll give it to you.”

She’s mean, and you so desperately want to smack that sneaky grin out of her face. However, her humid fingers are pinching your nipples, and the curses slip from your thoughts. Your mind is clouded by the urge of surrendering to her, so she’ll give what you so desperately want as fast as possible.

“I w-want.” You try to say, but she’s sucking on your sensitive breasts once again, already so sensitive from her teasing before and— “Oh, fuck! Please…”

“I do need more than just pleases, though.” Her strong hands squeezed your boobs, making you let out a low growl. It was painful, but how come it felt so good? You couldn’t master the feeling. “Say it, and it’s yours. What do you want, Yn?” She indulged, loving to see your reactions.

You were too spoiled for your own good. Being the maknae had its privileges, you’d say. The girls— all of them, often showered you with praises and presents, taking extra care to do whatever you asked them to. Wether it was to fetch some water later at night because you hated to get through the dark hallway of the dorm to go to the kitchen; or changing a step in the new choreography because you felt too silly doing it, and it made you uncomfortable; they’d spoil you rotten: you’d never have to say the same thing twice. Just think about it, and it was done for you.

Naturally, Giselle making you beg made you restless. It made you hate yourself, too, with how wet you got from her making you do it— humiliate yourself for her. How much you loved to be completely at her mercy.

“I want the, f-fuck. You to fuck me with the vibrator. Now.” She lifted an eyebrow at your impatient tone, but you held her gaze with defiance.

“Forgetting our manners, are we?” Giselle asked, gripping your chin as she muttered against your breath. “Do I have to let you do it yourself, then? If you’re so sure of it?”

“No!” You pleaded, all the confidence gone from your tone as you held her, to keep her from going away. “Please, please fuck me, unnie. You know it feels better when you do it.” The older girl laughs as you try to use all your strength to pull her in. “I can take it, I swear. I’ve been p-practicing.”

Giselle’s eyes went dark again, and she cocked her head at you.

“What do you mean by practicing?” She was no longer touching you now. It was almost painful to not have her on you, and you already missed the sensation of your skin on fire, all red, bruised and filled with her saliva. “Have you been touching yourself without me, Yn?” Her tone was harsh, and it made you recoil a bit at her coldness, stuttering as you whispered.

“Maybe?” Her touch was back, thankfully, though slightly different from before. It was decisive, intense—almost rasp, the way her hands squeezed your hips, your thighs, your arms, no longer caring about not leaving marks or scratches on your tanned skin. You were sure there was a big pool of wetness on the sheets, and she hadn’t even used the damn toy on you yet.

God, she was so hot like this, handling you the way she wanted to.

“We will have none of that, baby.” She announced, suckling— no, biting on your neck harshly before retreating to grab the vibrator. “I’m just going to have to teach you the hard way, then.”

It certainly shouldn’t arouse you that much.

You watched eagerly as Giselle positioned the vibrator against your cunt, biting her lip at the sight of you: hair clinging onto your back, skin marked in bruises, with your beautiful chest moving up and down fast from excitement.

“I still don’t think you can take it, though.” She told you as she entered the tip of the toy on your slit. It wasn't much, but it was enough to make you wince at the discomfort.

You did want this, though. You wanted more.

“I want this. Please.” You reminded her, trying to push yourself, so it’d reach deeper. Giselle immediately gripped your hips, stopping you from moving. “I can take it, I promise.”

She compelled to your wishes, positioning herself a bit higher so she could start thrusting on you. It did hurt, and you winced. She went slow at first, kissing your neck as her muttered praises against your skin, nibbling her teeth through the skin.

“Don’t tense, baby. Just take deep breaths for me, okay?” She asked as you nodded, slowly soaking in with each thrust. She kept the toy a little deeper with each passing time, and soon your groans were replaced with moans of pleasure. It still burned, but the combo of her soothing your skin and the repeated movements made you cry for more.

“More, please.” You said, bucking your hips, so she’d speed her rhythm. When Giselle didn’t, you grabbed her wrist, forcing the vibrator against your cunt, hoping it’d reach deeper. Your erratic movements, however, made her nails immediately dig into your thighs.

Shortly, she switched back, her other hand brushing your neck teasingly as she opened a dangerous smirk.

“Do you want to do this on your own? Since you’re so eager to take the lead yourself.” Your bandmate asked, her cocky tone matching the way she looked down on you. It wasn’t a sight you were used to, being taller than her and constantly towering over the older girl, but it aroused you just the same.

You simply denied, being slapped on your thighs in response. “Words, Yn.”

“N-no.”

“No, what?”

“I want you to d-do it for me.” you placed wet kisses on her neck, a whiny mess. “Please, Unnie. Please make me cum.”

And just like that, the green piece was positioned on your slit again, making you shudder.

Giselle thrusted the toy all the way in, making you scream as you gasped for air. Her eyes were trained on your pussy, adjusting herself, so she’d give your clit attention, too. It was too fast for you, with the pleasure building up in quick waves down your abdomen.

“Wait! It’s too mu-“ You tried to say, but Giselle locked her lips on yours with hunger. She licked your lips sloppily, not once motioning to listen to your pleadings.

“Wait for what?” she mocked your tone, wasting no time pushing the dildo all the way in. “You said you could take it, right? That you were ready?” her pupils were blown, and she had a wicked grin on her face—if you weren’t so focused on getting your breath and adjusting to the pain of being stretched, you’d notice how much she was enjoying herself. God, she loved to have this power over you. Of how you were so quick to beg, completely on her mercy, ready to do whenever she wanted you to. “So take it.”

Giselle kept marking you, alternating between kissing your lips and leaving hickeys on your neck— like you weren’t on tour and wearing such revealing outfits lately. “You should see yourself like this, Yn.” She murmured as her fingers circled your clit roughly, applying trained pressure and making you feel sure you’d go crazy at any given moment. You rolled your eyes, drunk with all the different sensations. “So pretty, doing so good.” The praise grounded you, making you hum as you clung onto her, lifting your back from the cushions, so you’d be even closer.

You felt the pleasure completely overcome you, making you scratch Giselle’s back without thinking about being gentle, either.

“I’m going to c-cum.” You announced, hoping she wouldn’t try to make you wait. You wouldn’t be able to, since your orgasm quickly overcame you, along with the strange sensation of having to pee straight away. It didn’t help that your bandmate hadn’t stopped thrusting, either. If only, she’d resumed her movements to slow thrusts, making sure to twist and play with the green toy however she saw fit.

“Beautiful.” It was the only thing she said, and it was making you crazy that she wouldn’t stop. With her eyes trained on your body, she saw the way your abdomen was still fast in its movements, trying to match your heavy breathing.

You mumbled, scooping her as you felt Giselle take the toy away from your pussy to place herself next to you. She knew how needy you got after you came, so the girl quickly gathered you in her arms as she kissed your hair, murmuring praises and sweet things to you.

“M’ tired.” You told her, even though you knew you had to get yourself cleaned up.

“I know, baby. I’ll help you, though. You won’t have to do much.” She grabbed a great piece of your hair— which was drenched in sweat, moving it away from your sweaty body.

Her words made you giggle. You specially liked when she took care of you, even more in moments like these, although it still made you reluctant to accept her help. “I can do it by myself, Unnie. It’s ok.” You assured her, staring at her adorable pout.

It amused you how quickly she would switch on those situations.

“Of course you can.” Giselle blushed, suddenly shy. Her tone was hesitant as she continued, her fingers lightly tracing your collarbone, still all red and coated with her dry saliva. “It doesn’t mean you should, though. You’re tired, and probably very sore. Let me, please? I can even give you that massage you’ve been whining so much to get.” She offered, and you took a moment to think about it.

It wasn’t the wisest decision, to be this close after such an intimate moment, specially when the two of you had a silent agreement to make it just about sex. About pleasure.

But you were tired, sore, and needy, so you allowed yourself to be held by Giselle as she took you to the bathtub, washing you up and changing the messy, bloodied sheets before you nested yourself on her million cushions.

“Just this once.” You told her, crawling towards the middle of her bed with wet hair and one of her silk pajamas — the ones you loved and Giselle always hid, so you wouldn’t steal from her.

The message was clear: no attachments, just friendship and sex. It was as simple as daylight.

As if any of you could have a clear idea over whatever your silent agreement was.

Giselle nodded, cuddling you as she turned the tv on, scrolling over Netflix for the drama she had been watching lately.

“Sure.” She said, although her tone bore a bit of mockery as she watched you besides her, eyes closed and a peaceful look on your face, as if you hadn’t gotten railed like crazy earlier. “Just this once.” She repeated herself, in a low tone.

You slept soundly for the first time in days.

“I messaged Karina, by the way.” You heard her say, moments before you drifted off. “Told her you weren’t feeling so good, so you’d skip the pool.”

You scoffed, mumbling with closed eyes.

“I wanted to go swimming, though.” You felt Giselle poke your ribs, and you tried your best not to laugh, pretending you were mad at her. “Kill joy.”

“I should just let her knock on your door, then, since you always close it properly.” She teased, making you flutter your eyes open, embarrassed.

“You wouldn’t!”

She laughed soundly, loving to mock you. “Oh, Y/n. I would.”

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littlexscarletxwitch · 11 months

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paring: yelena belova x fem!reader

tag(s): nsfw, smut with a really interesting plot (?), kinda like dark yelena I think

warning(s): MDNI, +18 ONLY read at your own risk, explicit smut, wlw sex, vaginal fingering (r receiving), dom!yelena belova, BDSM, mommy kink, squirting, kinda innocent r, grammatical errors, unedited

word count: 3.8k

note: GUYS IT'S FINALLY HERE, I'M FINALLY HERE. I'm so sorry I haven't been posting, I just really didn't have time to write and I have so many ideas and requests, and it's frustrating because I really want to write them but I don't have time lol. I finally finished this one, to be honest I don't know how I feel about the smut part, I honestly need to work more on it, but hey I'm trying. Anyways, I hope you guys like it. This one's for 💦🍯 anon, I really hope you like it. I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake.

note 2: I actually can't believe how long it it lol. Based on this request

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Yelena felt everyday was the same as the previous one.

Wake up, pretend to be the happy wife and mother of a 10 year old child, take care of said child and fake husband, go to sleep and repeat the whole thing the next day.

She was used to doing this kind of thing, that was what she had been trained for her whole life. Plus, she always had to be on watch, in case things went southways and she and the little agent had to make a run.

But still, she couldn’t help but grow tired of the routine, constantly waiting for something different to happen. She wasn’t supposed to talk to her neighbours, the less people knew about her the better, her orders were just to play the lovely neighbour next door. But everything changed when you moved into town.

She was notified of you arriving a week early. She was given a report of you, and everything in it seemed normal, a few fines here and there, but nothing more than that. She didn’t think anything of you, just another townie. But she got it all wrong.

The first time she properly met you was the same Saturday night you had arrived in town. Yelena opened the door to you knocking, holding a pie in your hands. She was completely taken aback by your bright smile, it took her a whole second to function like a normal human being.

She invited you in for a glass of wine, being the lovely neighbour she was. She introduced you to her ‘husband’ and ‘child’, and a few minutes later you parted ways.

Long gone after you had gone, she could still smell your lingering scent on her house, causing a revolution on her stomach. She didn’t know what was going on with her, her heart began to beat faster at the mere thought of you, she felt her knees getting weaker and an unpleasant feeling in her core.

That very same night, she waited for her husband and child to fall asleep, locked herself in the bathroom, and touched herself to the thought of you.

The next day she made it her new mission to get to know you better. Because of her secret agent duties, she couldn't just approach you and talk to you. No, that would put you in danger, and Yelena couldn’t risk that. So she watched you, from afar, and soon it became her favourite hobby.

Everyday Yelena would wake up, cook breakfast for her family, wait for them to get out of the house, get dressed and wait for you to start your morning routine. Everyday she would walk a few steps behind you, watching your every move. She would follow you to the park and watch as you played with your dogs. She would follow you to the cafe where you always had breakfast, follow you home, follow you to the library when you needed to study, follow you when you went shopping. She became your shadow.

Sometimes, she would pretend to run into you, just to get a closer look and talk to you. Sometimes she would be bold enough to touch you, just softly brushing her fingers against your skin. Each time she did, she felt electricity going through her whole body.

But she wanted more from you, she didn’t want to just watch you and imagine all the things she would do to you. She needed you, badly. You were driving her insane, with your perfect shiny hair, your beautiful smile and your flawless body. Touching herself to the tough of you wasn’t enough anymore.

[...]

Yelena was patiently waiting for you to walk out of your house, but the hours passed and you were nowhere to be seen. She hadn’t from her window, never lost sight of your front door, there was no way you had walked out and she had missed you.

She began to worry about you. You were the kind of person to make the most of the day, you didn’t sleep in, not even on the weekends. She started to think that maybe something had happened to you. Maybe she got too close to you and messed things up.

Without giving too much thought, she walked out of her home, crossed the road and stood right in front of your door. She raised her hand to knock but she stopped herself once she heard loud whimpers coming from the inside.

She quickly reached for her gun, standing by in case she needed it. She felt her heartbeat in her ears, remorse and fear filling her body at the thought of you suffering because of her. She went around your house, trying to get closer to the source of the sounds, and stopped in front of a window where the whimpers were louder.

Her eyes winded at the sight before her eyes, she quickly covered her mouth with her hand, trying to hold the gasped that was about to escape from her lips. Slowly she put away her gun, her eyes not moving away, not even an inch.

You were very much alive, naked on your bed. Your eyes were closed, your breathing was heavy and while your right hand was in between your thighs your left one was pinching your nipples. Moans and whimpers were coming out of your mouth.

Yelena knew that was wrong, but she couldn’t look away. Not that she tried or wanted to. The more she looked at you, the wetter she got. It was one thing watching you from afar on your daily routine, but it was a whole nother thing watching you in the comfort of your home, naked, pleasuring yourself.

She was about to make her way back home to sort herself out to this new image of you when she heard something different coming from your mouth. At first she thought she had misheard, but then you repeated the word, over and over again as you were getting closer to your release.

She watched as you thrust your fingers in and out of you faster, your brows were furrowed, your lips parted, your back arched like a cat, and a second later she watched you coming undone.

“Fuck! Yes, Yelena!” she heard you screamed, as you opened your leg wider, giving her the perfect view of your cunt covered in your thick cum.

It took her three whole minutes to snap out of it and run back home. The second she stepped in, she went to her night table drawer, grabbed her wand vibrator, locked herself in her bathroom and came hard to the thought of you until she couldn’t take the pleasure anymore.

In the late afternoon, she watched through her window as you exited your house and headed to the park to walk around your dogs. She thought it was hilarious, you weren't as innocent as you appeared to be. Sweet kind Y/n, who touched herself to the thought of her supposedly married and with a child neighbour. The need to have you became stronger and now she wasn’t going to hold back.

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You were her new mission now, she planned on seducing you. She invited you over every time her husband and child went away, doing whatever it was they were told to do. You gladly accepted, Yelena was the only one who had been nice to you ever since you moved, you thought you could use a friend. Even if you didn't have any friendly feelings for her, even though you fantasised about her every night, even though she was married and with a child and even though you found that last part a bit arousing. Knowing that she was out of your limit only made her more irresistible

So every afternoon the two of you would have a coffee together. Yelena didn’t talk much, she didn’t want to nor could she. All she wanted was to hear your lovely sweet voice. So she would ask you all kinds of things just to keep you talking.

Slowly but surely, she would throw you hints. She would say things like how her husband wasn’t what he used to be, a big fat lie since she didn’t properly know the guy. Or she would say how everyday felt the same as the one before, a half lie since her whole word got more interesting once you showed up.

She would find any excuse just to touch you, in a subtle way. She would touch your hands, sometimes even your waist or cheeks. Everytime the two of you hugged goodbye, Yelena would hold you tightly against her, wanting to feel your body against hers, but both of your clothes were always in the way. Still, she found some comfort in your scent.

And then, finally, you realised that you weren't just imagining things, that Yelena needed you as badly as you needed her. Your afternoon meetings became make-up sessions.

Yelena wanted to take things slowly, to not scare you away, even though she felt like she was going to die if she didn’t have a taste of your body. But you just couldn't take it anymore, your fingers weren’t doing the job anymore, you needed her to take care of you.

So, the next day, the second her husband and child drove away, you desperately knocked on her door, and once she opened the door you smashed her lips against hers.

“I can’t wait any longer, Yel,” you whispered on her lips, not caring if anyone had seen the two of you.

“Fine, detka. We’ll do it your way,” the nickname caused butterflies in your stomach.

She grabbed your wrist, pulling you inside and once she closed the door she slammed you against it.

You felt your breath already getting heavier and she had barely touched you. She traced your jaw with her fingertip, moving down to your collar bone and further down to your breast. You shudder as she traced your nipple through your clothes. You unconsciously rubbed your thighs together looking for some kind of release.

“Patience, malyshka,” she said, getting her knee in between your thighs. “I’ll take good care of you, yes?” her russian accent got thicker, filled with lust.

You felt as if your skin was on fire, just from her touch and closeness.

“There are so many things I wanna try out with you, pretty girl,” she said, kissing your jaw and neck. Leaving love bites all over your sensitive skin, your head fell back giving her more access, as you tried to hold back the soft moans escaping from your lips.

“I want you to do anything you want to me,” you breathed out, your mind getting foggy as all you could focus on was her.

“Really? Will you let me use you?”

“Yes,” you gulped down.

“Mommy.”

“What?” you innocently asked.

“‘Yes, mommy’. Say it, detka.”

“Yes, mommy,” you swallowed hard, the new nickname getting your core wetter.

“Good girl,” she kissed your cheek. “Shall we take this to the bedroom?”, she said, a firm gripped on your thigh.

“Please, mommy.”

She grabbed your hand and the two of you made your way to her bedroom. Once inside, she made sure to lock the door, just in case anyone who wasn’t wanted would come in. Her lips found yours again, it didn’t matter how many times you had tasted her lips, they always felt like the first time, sending shivers up your spine.

As she stepped closer to you, you unconsciously stepped back. The back of your knees finally hit the bed and you fell on it, Yelena was fast to crawl on top of you. A loud soft moan escaped from your lips once you felt the pressure of her whole body on top of yours, wanting for the two of you to stay forever this close to each other. Her lips moved down to your neck as her hand tugged at the hem of your shirt.

“Please, take it off,” you breathed out.

She did as you told her to, smiling to herself once she realised you weren’t wearing anything underneath your shirt.

“Naughty Y/n, not wearing a bra. This is how badly you wanted me to fuck you, right? So desperate, babygirl.”

“Yes, mommy.”

“Oh, man. Look at those tits,” she said, adjusting herself on top of you. Her calloused fingertips found their way to your nipples, pinching and twisting them. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

She gave your nipples a few licks and bites before getting up.

“Where’re you going?” you whispered, confused that she was leaving you half naked on her bed.

“You said you would let me use you, right peaches?” her voice was hoarse.

“I did,” you swallowed hard, she was definitely up to something, you could feel the smirk on her face.

“We need a safe word, babygirl,” you could only see her back, she was kneeling down in front of her closet looking for something.

“A safe word?” you stuttered, what would you need a safe word for?

“I promise you won’t have to use it, baby. But if you want me to stop or you dont feel uncomfortable just say ‘vanilla’, okay?”

“Okay,” you said, not sure what she was referring to but trusting her nonetheless.

Once she faced you, you noticed that she was carrying a lot of things. Most of them were fun bright colours and they seemed to be made of silicone, but what made your core go wetter were the metal ones. What were those for?

“Okay,” she said as she placed them on the bed, “let’s take this off,” she gestured to your pants.

You, being the obedient girl you were, followed her instruction, wanting more than anything to see what was next to come.

“Such a good girl,” she praised, trailing her fingertip through your body. “Do you know what this is for, malyshka?” she grabbed one of the metal ones.

You shook your head.

“Of course you don’t,” she smiled down at you. “This bad boy right here is to keep your leg spread out for me, can I use it on you?”

Even though she was the one in control of the whole situation and she was demanding you to do things you haven't done before, there was some tenderness in her words, which only made you want her more.

You could only nod at her. The truth was you would let her ruin you in every way possible.

You felt the leather cuffs around your calves, the metal bar in between your legs keeping them open as she had said.

“What’s that one for?” you nod your head to a bigger leather cuff, two metal chains hanging from the middle of it.

“Oh, we don’t need to use—”

“I want to,” you cut her off. You knew better than to go against her but you wanted to give your everything to her.

“Fine, if you insist,” she smiled at you.

She grabbed the thing and got on top of you. She clasped the leather cuff around your neck, making you gulp. The chains had clips at each end, your brows furrowed not understanding what those were for.

Yelena could tell you were confused by them, she found the whole thing both arousing and cute. She felt lucky she was the one to teach you all this kind of stuff.

“Now, these little guys go on these little ones,” she said, grabbing both clips and clapping them around your nipples.

The soon you felt them around your nipples you felt this shock of both pain and pleasure, a soft moan escaped from your lips. You could feel your cunt was already dripping wet and she was just getting started.

She got off of you, and took a few seconds to admire you. You were now completely on display for her, legs apart and a collar around your neck. Yelena thought you couldn’t look prettier but then again there you were, all cute and bothered, and most importantly all hers to do as she pleased.

“What’s next?” you breathed out.

“Now these ones,” she grabbed two more leather cuffs and wrapped them around both your wrists. “Okay lift up your legs for me,” you did as she told you and then somehow she clasped the cuffs to the metal bar.

You helplessly tried to move, but there was no use, she had completely restrained you.

“You look so good, detka. I want to take a picture of you looking all submissive for me,” she kissed your forehead and you could only smile at her words please that you were being good for her.

You watched her as she grabbed a weird looking microphone, she pressed a bottom and the thing started doing a buzzing sound.

Yelena lifted up your legs and pressed the thing right in your core, exactly where you needed her the most. A loud moan escaped from your lips as soon as the thing touched your skin. Your eyes once again rolled to the back of your head, finally getting some kind of actual pleasure.

She traced small tight circles around your clit with the thing, making you whimper and setting your skin on fire. You wanted to close your legs, giving that the pleasure was all too much at once, and that was when you realised why she wanted the metal bat in between your legs.

She was actually tourtung you, in the most satisfying way a human being could torture another one. She was giving you what you wanted, what you needed, but it wasn’t nearly enough.

“Mommy, please,” you begged.

“What is it, baby?”

“I need you,” you gasped as she kept the thing torturing you poor clit. “I need you, mommy.”

“It’s okay, baby.”

She traced your entrance with her fingertips, gathering all your wetness. She licked her fingers, having a small taste of you and she couldn't help but moan at how sweet you tasted. She quickly moved her fingers back to your core, and slowly pushed her middle finger inside of you.

As soon as you felt the pressure of her finger inside you, you once again wanted to close your legs, and you found it arousing the fact that you couldn't.

She pulled back her finger and pushed one more back in.You felt your cunt being stretched out by her two fingers, making you whimper. While she was giving your clit attention with the white vibrating thing, she quickly found a perfect pace inside and out of you.

It all soon became too much. The collar around your neck, the clips on your nipple, the bar in between your legs, the thing on your clit and her fingers inside and out of you.

“Mommy, fuck,” you couldn’t formed words your brain too foggy to, “ I think I’m going to come.”

Yelena took that as a sign to get her pace faster, chasing after your release. You could hear the sounds of skin against skin as Yelena pushed her finger inside and of you. The closer you got to your orgasm the more you felt the need to close your leg given it was all too much for you.

As tears formed in your eyes, you felt something in your stomach snapped as your orgasm took over you. Yelena didn’t slow down, and soon enough she found herself covered in your juices. You squirted, warm liquid coming out of your cunt, getting all the bed sheets and Yelena’s arms wet.

Once you came down from your high, you realised what just had happened. You didn’t know you could do that, you have never done that.

“Well would you look at that,” she said, “I think I just outdid myself, don’t you think, detka?” she had a grin on her face.

You felt your cheeks go red but chucked at her words. She had in fact outdone herself.

You felt your whole body getting numb and your eyes getting heavier.

“You’re feeling sleepy, babygirl?”

You nodded at her, too tired to answer her.

“You can rest now,” she said, unclasping the cuffs around your wrist and calves, but leaving the collar around your neck.

Through your tired eyes, you watched as she undressed herself. You brows furrowed and Yelena noticed your confusion.

“It’s okay, baby. You don’t have to do anything, alright? Just let me use you as you promised me, okay?” her tone was so kind but her words had other intentions. Still she was right, you told her she could use you as she pleased.

She grabbed what looked like a double ended silicone dick and slowly pushed inside herself half of it, as a soft moan escaped from her lips you couldn't help but rub your thighs together feeling your core hot once again but were too tired to do anything about it.

But Yelena wasn’t tired at all. She spread your legs open and adjusted herself in between you. You groaned as she rubbed the silicone dick along your slit. And then slowly pushed it inside of you.

She started at a slow pace, in and out of you, getting you all hot and bothered again. As she picked up her pace, you could feel your second orgasm getting closer. And by the way her brows were furrowed, her eyes shut and her lips slightly parted you could tell she was close too.

You grabbed her by her chin and pressed your lips against hers, her tongue soon finding her way inside your mouth, tasting every corner. She moved her lips down your neck and found your nipple. She unclasped the clip and replace it with her mouth. She sucked, licked and bit your poor nipple as she trusted even faster and deeper into you.

“Mommy, I’m gonna—” but a loud moan stopped your words, as Yelena trusted faster and sloppier into you as she chased her own orgasm

“Oh, fuck,” you heard her said before she cry out your name over and over again, reaching her orgasm. And you came right there.

She came down from her high, slowly thrusting into you. Once she was done she lay next to you, both your breaths were heavy. She unclasped the other clip from your nipple and kissed your forehead.

“You did so good, malyshka,” you had a sleepy smile on your face, already thrifting off to sleep.

As you slipped away from reality, you felt her wrapping her arms around you and started singing some russian lullaby.

Yelena watched as your breathing became slower and soon enough you were fast asleep. She chuckled at how tired you had gotten from a few little things. She wanted to have you like this forever, all to herself. But she couldn’t, she was an assassin for god’s sake.

Or maybe she could, she just needed to come up with the right plan.

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girls-are-weird · 10 months

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YR fanfic pet peeves (and corrections): latin america edition

so. i was originally going to post this in january as a kind of "new year, new opportunity to learn about simon's hispanic heritage" kind of a thing, but life got busy, and then my computer died and i lost my original list, so i've had to reconstruct this from memory as best as i could. there may be some stuff missing, so perhaps i'll just keep adding to this post as missing/new points come to mind.

disclaimer 1: if you've included any of the points made here on any fanfic of yours, please don't take this as a call-out. this isn't intended to shame anyone, but rather as an educational opportunity. it's very rare that a latin american nationality that is not mexican or colombian or puerto rican is showcased in an international show, especially outside of the US, and it's given me such joy to have all of you lovely folks make the effort to be open to and research and understand the idiosyncrasies of simon's (and omar's) heritage because the rest of latin america tends to go overlooked in most other fandoms. so i don't intend to scold anyone with this. we can't all know everything about every other culture-- lord knows i don't know everything about sweden, but i want to be respectful to the country and its people and that is why i heavily research anything i don't know and ask people who do know when my research doesn't quite cover it and am open to corrections when even that falls short. i expect most of you come to write about simon's family background in good faith and also want to be respectful to his family's culture, and so i thought i might make things a bit easier for you all by putting the most common errors/misunderstandings i've seen in one handy post. but once again, it's not a call-out, i don't get offended by these things, and i'm in no way implying, if you've done any of these things in fic or in life, that you are a bad person. i understand people make mistakes when they don't know things.

disclaimer 2: i am not venezuelan myself. i was born and raised in the same general region of latin america, though, and i have venezuelan friends and have worked with venezuelan people and have visited venezuela. generally speaking, i feel their culture is very similar to mine (though our spanish is much closer to spanglish than theirs is, haha xD) and feel a deep kinship with them. but of course, i'm no native, and if you're venezuelan and catch anything here that you feel is incorrect, feel free to point it out and i'll add a correction in your name.

warning: this is very long. christ almighty. DX if you can't make it to the end, tl;dr-- feel free to ask if you have any questions or if anything isn't clear. my ask box/messages are always open.

1- "mijo." this is the only one that legit has caused me to click out of several fics/chapters, at least in the beginning, but i've learned to grin and bear it by now. it's not so much that it's wrong, per se, but rather it's more of a location issue. "mijo" is, to my ears, very much a mexican (or, if you stretch it, northern triangle) slang. it IS used sparingly in other countries, but rarely used unironically. instead, if you hear the term used in the caribbean region of latin america (which my country is part of, as is a large part of venezuela), it's almost always used… let's say sarcastically. for example, if your grown-ass adult friend is being a dumbass and doing something reckless, you might call out "oiga, mijo, se va a romper el cuello" ("hey, mijo, you're going to break your neck"). basically, it's a way of calling someone immature like a child. it doesn't have to be ENTIRELY unaffectionate (kinda like the way someone might call their significant other "idiot" or "dummy" but mean it endearingly. in fact, in colombia it's way more common for spouses to call each other "mijo/a" than it is for them to call their children that), but you can also use it with complete strangers-- like if someone cuts sharply into your lane while you're driving, you might yell at them "oiga, mijo, a donde le enseñaron a manejar, en un potrero?!" ("hey, mijo, where did you learn how to drive, in a horse paddock?!"). but even in these sarcastic/neggy cases, it's rare. and EVEN RARER to hear a mother call her children "mijo" or "mija" in this region. it's just not a thing. so when i read it in fanfic, it immediately takes me out of the story because it's so weird to me that linda would sound mexican-- it's a very distinctive accent, which carmen gloria 1000000% does not have. (plus, "mijo" in spanish is a type of birdseed. so it gave me a chuckle the first few times i read it in a fic because i always have that brief second of confusion where i go "why is linda calling simon birdseed?" before it clicks. xD i'm a dork.) it's much more likely that linda would just say "hijo" or "mi hijo," instead.

1b- the way you decide on whether to use "hijo" or "mi hijo" is important because "mi hijo" can sound overly formal in the modern context especially, much like it would in english. in fact, you can use the english version of it, "son" vs "my son" to guide you on which of the two to use. like for example, if linda were to say directly to simon "i love you, my son," she would sound oddly old-timey and anachronistic, so you would just use "son" ("hijo") in that case. whereas if she's talking about simon with someone else, for example saying "i told my son to be here on time," you'd be perfectly okay to use "mi hijo" in that sentence in spanish. it's very transferable in that case.

2- speaking of non-transferable, though, you can't use "cariño" in all instances you would use "sweetheart" or "sweetie." it really depends on the grammatical construction, and it can be tricky to get it right, but it depends on whether you're using it as a direct address or as an object. for example, if you're using it in place of someone's name-- say, a mother telling her child "te quiero, cariño" ("i love you, sweetheart/sweetie") is perfectly fine, because in that case, she could also say "te quiero, hijo" ("i love you, son") or "te quiero, simon" ("i love you, simon"). but if, say, simon says to wille "you're my sweetheart," you would not use "cariño" there; you'd go instead with some syrupy way to say "boyfriend," like "eres mi novio" or "eres mi enamorado" or even "eres mi amor," and if sara tells felice "you're a sweetheart," that would also not involve "cariño" at all. in addition, "cariño" is also very rarely used in plural; if linda is using a term of endearment for both her kids, or for a group of teens her kids' age, she would use a different term of endearment altogether: "hola, mis amores" ("hi, my loves"), "hola, bebés" ("hi, babies") or "hola, mis tesoros" ("hi, my treasures") among some examples. one exception is when you say "cariños míos" ("my sweethearts"), but very rarely the plural by itself. in fact, "cariño" is often slang for gift or present, especially in the diminutive-- for example, if you go to someone's celebratory party for some occassion (birthdays, graduations, baby showers, heck even christmas), you might hand them a small gift and go "te traje un cariñito" ("i brought you a small present"), and if it's more than one gift, or you're bringing gifts for several people, then you'd say "unos cariños" or "unos cariñitos" in the plural.

3- simon's skin is tan, not tanned. this… doesn't personally bug me as much because it's more of an english grammar issue, but i know people who might actually feel very offended if you get this one wrong with respect to them. "tan" is a color; a light shade of brown. "tanned" implies the original color of your skin has darkened with the sun. now, i'm sure simon can tan (lucky goat, says she whose skin burns even while indoors), but about 95% of the time "tanned" is used in YR fanfiction, it's used as a descriptor of the color of simon's skin as we see it on the show. that would imply his skin used to be lighter at some indeterminate before-time and has been darkened by the sun. this is incorrect; that is the natural color of simon's skin. so stick to "tan skin" instead (not tan PERSON, mind you. his SKIN is tan, he is not). and i would gently suggest that if you take away any single thing from this post, make it ESPECIALLY this point, as someone more sensitive than me might interpret this error as some kind of retroactive whitewashing. and i don't want anyone here to get in trouble for simply not knowing.

4- pabellón criollo is one dish, yes, but it's four different FOODS. it's not something a newbie would be able to make off of a recipe (i don't know how to make it and i've been eating it all my life), and it's not something that's likely to be taught in just one day. also, if you're bringing it to a dinner or a potluck, you're bringing four separate food containers, not just one.

4b- also, venezuelan food, for the most part, is not particularly spicy. you CAN make it spicy if you want, but traditionally, it is not. it's flavorful, maybe even saucy depending on the dish, but rarely spicy. i know the joke of white people being unable to handle spice is funny, but there's also plenty of us hispanic people who are equally terrible at it, because there's different levels of spice in the food from different regions of latin america. besides, as a friend of mine perfectly put: we are living in the 21st century now. if you can eat mild mexican food, you should be able to handle traditional venezuelan food just fine. and i'm pretty sure there's mexican food in sweden. plus, wille would probably be more used to international food-- not only does he have the means, but having traditional meals in foreign countries is kind of part of the job.

5- while i'm at it: simon is definitely half venezuelan. this is canon as of S2. there is no other place in the world where that dish is called pabellón. please keep that in mind when you're writing and researching.

5b- this, along with several of the points above, is important because it's a bit of diaspora trauma that whenever we venture outside of latin america and people learn we're latino, they immediately assume we're mexican, or that our culture and traditions are the same as those of mexican people. it happens often, and it's incredibly annoying. not that there's anything wrong with mexico or mexican people-- they're lovely, and their traditions and culture and food are fantastic-- but we are not them, and treating us like we are is reductive. the rest of latin america can be very different and incredibly diverse, and it can be dispiriting when people treat us like we're all the same. so that is why it is important when writing about simon, his family or his venezuelan roots, that you take care to actually research things as they are in venezuela, and not just pick the low-hanging fruit of latino facts you might've learned through pop cultural osmosis, which eight times out of ten will be mexican-only because most hispanic people in the US are mexican and the US exports its media all over the world. i've learned to just roll my eyes at it by now, but some people might actually feel offended or hurt, and i'm sure nobody here intends for that to happen.

6- although simon speaks spanish, neither he nor sara nor his mother nor any aspect of his mother's culture is spanish. "spanish" is what people from spain call themselves. people from spanish-speaking latin american countries are not spanish; we are hispanic, or latino/a/e. "latinx" is… let's call it controversial, at least outside of the US. most people born and raised in latin america don't like it; i personally don't get offended if people use it, but i don't use the term myself. also, you can say "latin food" or "latin music," but we usually don't refer to PEOPLE as latin, but rather latino/a/e. if in doubt, just use latin american or hispanic. they're also conveniently gender neutral.

EDIT: @andthatisnotfake also brought up a very important point: "if you spell it latinx, it makes it harder for screen readers to read (or so I've been told) and some people depend on those, so there's another reason to avoid it." (the unpronounceability of that term is at least part of the reason why hispanic people who live in latin america don't like it.)

6b- never use "the latino/a" on its own to refer to people. "latino/a/e" is an adjective, not a noun, so you would say "the latino boy" or "the latino man" but never just "the latino." kinda like it would be weird to point out the one japanese man in a room as "the japanese." there are some nationality/ethnic terms that just don't work as nouns in english.

7- spanish is not simon's one native language-- or at least not any more than swedish is. he grew up in a mixed-race household, speaking two different languages. it's pointless to call spanish his native language when comparing it to swedish. both are his native languages. also, while we're at this, wille is probably at least bilingual (i'm assuming he can speak at least english), although he only has one native language. it's hardly a competition between the two boys as to who's more of a polyglot.

7b- simon wouldn't take classes on the spanish language-- like to learn how to SPEAK the language-- since spanish is one of his native languages. he wouldn't take them at hillerska, nor in university, nor elsewhere. he wouldn't be allowed. you're literally not allowed to take classes on your native language, nor get credit for said classes. trust me, those would've been an easy extra 24 credits for me in college if that was a thing.

EDIT: have been made aware (thanks, @rightsogetthis and @plantbasedfish!) that at least in sweden and in finland one IS allowed to take classes of your non-swedish/finnish native language, in certain circumstances. i have to say, i'd be pissed if i were taking my french classes alongside a french native speaker, but hey, the system's the system, i guess. ;) so i've struck this one out.

8- dear god please don't use google translate for your spanish translations. listen, i'm not judging-- i do it with other languages, too, when i'm in a pinch. but google translate is literally The Worst (tm) so i always try to either check with someone, or stick to the stuff i already know is correct. seriously, you don't want to know the kinds of crazy stuff GT can spit out that people actually put out in the real world; some of them are quite hilarious. if you're unsure, my ask box/messages are always open and i looooove helping people with this kind of thing, hispanic language and cultural stuff. i know it seems like i'm hardly around, but i do check my messages. don't be shy, even if it's something really small.

PS: while i'm talking pet peeves, malin is wille's bodyguard, not his butler. she's nice enough to attend to him at hillerska because there's no other palace staff around and she's literally stationed outside his door, but she wouldn't do that in the actual palace. there's other staff for that. she wouldn't even guard him at the palace, i don't think, because the royal palaces in sweden are guarded by the royal guard, not SÄPO. if anything, malin might spend the time while wille is in the palace grounds at a gatehouse (like in YR 2x03 and onwards) or at some kind of security office in the palace, and then get called whenever wille needs to go anywhere. she wouldn't be giving wille messages from the queen or walking guests to wille's room or anything like that. that's not her job. (sorry, i had to get that off my chest, lol.)

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star2fishmeg · 7 months

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Hello! I’m the Romeo fujio anon from earlier and I just saw the post you made about accepting other high & low characters. If that’s still true then how do you feel about a shoji sameoka request? It would be a reader who’s new to town and doesn’t really know any of the gangs so shoji takes it upon himself to keep an eye on her and gradually becomes so soft and simp like for her. Readers kinda dense so shoji has to become much more obvious with his flirting. Feel free to ignore if it’s too specific

ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇɴɪᴇɴᴄᴇ sᴛᴏʀᴇ sᴛᴀʟᴋᴇʀ

Pairing: Sameoka Shoji x afab!reader

Summary: out of all the people Shoji had met in his life, y/n was, in fact, the biggest threat to him. Specifically the biggest threat to his heart

Warnings: fluff, Shoji being painfully smitten, ooc shoji, swearing

Authors note: Hi anon, while I appreciate the request, I’ve seen that this one was quite similar to a request a mutual of mine received. If it was coincidental, that’s completely fine, no biggie. I should’ve stated before that I usually don’t do requests that have been requested to someone else as they make me feel inadequate and I worry about the other writer’s feelings too, but since this is my error and slightly different to the other request, I still went through with it. I hope you enjoy😊

Authors note II: ooc = out of character, this is my first time writing him

Request: above!

Fucking Ebara hooligans

All she wanted was to grab a few snacks and flavourings for her mum, but of course the local Ebara delinquents loitered outside the doors, firing a million unnecessary questions about who she was, where she came from, what school she went to, all that babble. And while she got through their herd, trying to find the right seasoning under the flickering light, two Ebara students’ hawk-like glares stabbed the back of her head like daggers. She kept her breathing steady, slow breaths, lax posture, eyes straight in front of her on the labels.

“Oi, d’you know where the fuck you think you are?” one hissed, hands stuffed into his pockets and approaching with a sick smirk. She watched him get closer from the corner of her eyes, pulling the ingredient she needed off the shelf and into her basket. Turning away from him, she was instantly met with the other boy’s figure scowling down at her.

“He asked you a question.”

Her head craned to the boy behind her, “The convenient store, where the fuck d’you think you are?” Neither of them responded to her, the three just stared each other in the eyes, as if waiting for someone to make the first strike. All that tension and all she wanted was food. Any anxiety that once rattled through her had morphed into bubbling anger, heart practically pounding in her ears. Her foot stepped to the side slightly, if to gesture that she was to leave, but the man glaring her down’s hand gripped her arm and she knew fleeing wasn’t going to come easy.

“Just let her go, not worth the hassle.” She turned her head towards the voice; another tall Ebara student with a thick chain and padlock around his neck, and two braids pulling his hair out his face. The two stepped away, letting her arm go and she scoffed, walking towards the braided man, eyes fixed on his as she turned the corner, mumbling a ‘thanks’ on her way to the checkout.

“The fuck was that for, Sameoka?” the guy growled.

Sameoka cocked an eyebrow, “She’s not a threat and besides,” his eyes glanced back to her paying, “I don’t think she’s been here long.”

Turning the corner of the street, she waved her goodbyes to the friends she made a week ago. With transferring schools so late in the year, she thought she’d spend most of it alone but apparently, she was more approachable than she thought. The skies were still pale, evening still another couple hours to fall. Yet, the strong presence that taunted her mind still lingered even as she walked further towards her house, the clicking of shoes becoming irritating, especially as they matched her rhythm.

She stopped. They stopped. “If you’re going to stalk me, at least be less obvious about it.” She put her weight onto her hip and turned around, face almost unimpressed to find Braids from the previous week standing with his hands in his pockets, looking directly back at her, also unimpressed.

“Wasn’t stalking you, I have my own stalker thanks.” He scoffed smirking, almost humorously.

“Oh really? A delinquent with a fangirl stalker? Funny.” She mused.

He casually walked closer, looming over her figure, “I’m serious, but she also follows the Kamasaka bastards too so m’not really worried about it.”

“Why are you following me anyway? If you’re gonna jump me like your boys were just do it.” She shrugged, standing up straight as if surrendering.

Sameoka ruffled her hair, “Actually just making sure you don’t get jumped. You’re new here and naïve to what goes on.” Y/n struggled his large hand off her head, fumbling with her hair to make it presentable again. Sameoka started strolling again, loosely taking her wrist as if to say, ‘walk with me’ and ultimately followed her lead.

“Okay, so then tell me why you feel the need to follow me?”

“In short, gang culture is high and the convenient store you were at the other day? Ebara’s hang out spot. We usually don’t like outsiders there but since you looked so stupid, there was no point in threatening you. You’ll know they’re from Ebara by their plaid trousers.” He pointed to his trousers, y/n nodding.

“Well, what if I am a threat, huh?” She jabbed his arm teasingly. On a normal day, Shoji would’ve punched back twice as hard, but since she was, in fact, naïve and in his eyes, kind of cute, he let it slide, not hating it as much as he thought.

“You’re right,” he began and held the arm she jabbed as if he were in extreme pain, “Ow, my arm is in soooo much pain! You’re just too strong.” His voice reeked of sarcasm, but she laughed either way.

“I’m here, but please don’t break in, uh-“ she stopped outside her house, an average family home but with an extraordinarily clean front garden.

“-Shoji. Sameoka Shoji. See ya around, y/n.”

She smiled, waddling to her front door, halting when the realisation struck her that he knew her name when she never told him. She swung around to protest, but he had vanished. Nothing she could do now.

Thank god it was Friday, y/n practically burst out the classroom door upon the final bell, no hesitation, waiting for no-one. Months passed and she still aimed to be the first to leave the room every time, just to show how much she really did not want to be there anymore.

But what she didn’t need was the sun blinding her as she left the front doors of the school, almost making her walk into three different people before her eyes adjusted to see Shoji leaning against the wall just outside the campus grounds. Students alike whispered amongst each other about Ebara having business with their regular school, or wondering if they were looking for someone. And he was.

“Shoji? What’re you doing here?” y/n called, walking closer to him. He stood straight, lips quirking into a small smile at her.

“Came to pick a pretty girl up.”

“Woah, she’s lucky.” Shoji’s brain short-circuited briefly, and he blinked a couple times before shaking his head.

“Start walking, I have a fight later.” He ushered her, taking her bag and carrying himself.

“Wait but what about the pretty girl-“

“-she’s walking, dumbarse.”

Y/n talked the entire way home, about school mainly, but branching off on tangents that Shoji hadn’t asked for but didn’t complain about as she seemed happy to tell him about it. Even standing outside her house, she continued to talk to him, like she was stalling. When she did stop to take a breath, she grinned up at him, fumbling with something in her hand. His chest tightened, heart beating faster when her eyes lit up under the sun and how even with his unapproachable appearance, she still held no hesitation in running up to him.

Her smaller hand took his palm, twisting it to face the sky before placing the item. He closed his palm and inspected it closer. A handmade bracelet, woven by hand and adjustable, in blue, grey and white. He slipped it onto his wrist and pulled his arm further away to check it out,

“It’s a good luck bracelet for later, you know, your fight. I don’t want you to lose.” His brain genuinely could not fathom why someone with a normal life, a future would be so okay with him. Or yet, condone his barbaric lifestyle. His heart swelled, no one had ever made him something before, let alone a girl who was pretty, and accepting, and that he was growing to like, maybe more than he wanted to.

“I won’t lose as long as I have you.” He smiled, a genuine one. Wrapping his arm around her shoulders, he abruptly pulled her into his chest, being careful that his padlock necklace didn’t smack her head. A foreign warmth spread through his veins and the pressure of her body against his was a comfort he’d want forever. Her arms snaking around his waist set off a chain reaction, his arms tightening around her and his face burying into her hair as he’d never been held like that before.

He'd never been in that situation before. Hell, he’d never been in a girl’s bedroom before. Months of walking her home, keeping an eye on her whenever he caught her outside, back and forth bantering and texting seemed to fly before his eyes like a roll of film.

Y/n sat at her desk, grinding through her homework while he lay on her bed in a comfortable silence. Her space reflected her personality, filled with the things she loved and the new additions of photobooth pictures she made them take one weekend. He remembered being so embarrassed at the time, but the more he looked at the photos, the more he found them endearing and if it meant he could be with her, he was shameless about it. Who cared what his boys thought anyway, his life was his business.

“You can leave, if you’re bored.” She stated, eyes still focused on the notebook in front of her, voice flat with disappointment. It was that moment when he realised that she hadn’t smiled once since they met up, but every time he wanted to ask, a lump formed in his throat.

“M’not bored, you’re just cute when concentrating. Don’t wanna disturb ya.” He rolled onto his side, propped up on his elbow. She glanced in his direction, hoping he couldn’t see how pink her cheeks were as he lay there in his tank top and chain, a sight she thought only existed in her dreams.

“Oh, okay.” She nodded, continuing. He smirked at the way she pulled her lip between her teeth, struggling to get comfortable in her chair. Oh, something was on her mind, and she was just not ready to confess it to him. Shoji stood up, taking a deep breath and made his way behind her chair. His flingers slid around her head, pulling the hairs that hung down her face and tucked them behind her ears before leaning over her, hands placing onto her desk while his breath on her neck made the hairs on her neck stand on end. Y/n’s breath hitched, he was directly behind her, so unbelievably close her mind short circuited, throat dry and stomach protruding to her throat.

“What’s on your mind, pretty girl. You haven’t smiled all day, beginning to think I did something.” He mumbled, his voice deep and gravelly as it rattled through her bones. The grip on her pen loosened and she slowly turned her head to face his, lips inches away.

“You could never upset me, Shoji,” her eyes glistened, piercing into his as they flickered between his eyes and lips, “Just some guys today said some things and I cried so much I missed my class. Got told that if I don’t catch up, I’ll be on cleaning duty for two weeks. But it’s not a big deal, it’s fine.”

“I’d be damned if I didn’t see you smile at least once today,” he reassured, his arms wrapping around her shoulders, “Would make sure you’re happy and beat the fuck outta those guys. Would be with you all the time if you’d let me?”

They stared at each other for what felt like ages, gulping and the eye contact igniting adrenaline in veins that surged through them. Shoji’s head span at the lack of response, watching her mouth open just to close again.

“Why wouldn’t I let you?”

“Oh my god,” he chuckled, shaking his head, pulling away and crouching in front of her to meet her eye level, “I’m trying to tell you that I wanna be your boyfriend.” Y/n’s brows knitted, scanning his face, and fully turning to face him where his hands took hers. She felt stupid, was there something she was missing? Why would he say something like that when they’ve been close for so long, he was in her room for christ’s sake!

Y/n shook her head lightly, “Wait- I thought you already were?”

Shoji’s world froze, nothing but a dreaded ringing in his ears as his smile dropped entirely, giving her nothing but a blank expression. His head dropped into her lap, hands still holding hers as she tilted her head. He groaned in frustration – all that time he spent flirting, showing her, he was so desperately trying to communicate he was interested, and she just assumed he could read her mind the entire time. He exhaled, looking back up at her and lips morphing into the biggest grin he’d ever given anyone. In return, she grinned back, giving his head a pat.

“You look super hot without your jacket, by the way.”

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crushthecore · 16 days

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MINOR BTW

Hey so I impulsively decided to make this blog for the purpose of making friends and uhh idk where to start do I just put my interests out there and people pop out of nowhere,^^`π¢√|ππ`°€°€ Anyways soo at the time it's 2am, so bare with me, sorry if some things are grammatically wrong or/and don't make sense, I know all of this has a bunch of errors. Kinda rushed through this all..:D

Uhh

Here's an interest board🙏 this contains like the music I like, movies, and stuff,,,tbh I have some shit in here that I haven't watched cuz of my lazy ass but I really want to, does it count😞 i am interested in it

If I'm being honest some of these aren't really my current interests, or I'm just rusty in my knowledge abt em, but I haven't been interested in some things for awhile so it would be boring if I had only a few things in there soo (I barely do anything with my life but sleep. I don't even watch shows anymore, ikik boring I'm trying to convince my mom to buy me the CSM manga at the moment though. I'll have something to yap abt, maybe.🙏🙏)

EDIT: looking back at this I forgot to include some other stuff that I'm also interested in but I forgot abt it at the time of making this... anywho I'll make an updated interest post or something if I'm motivated enough 2 do it

!! Some extra stuff that may be useful to know, to you knowww know what you're getting into. 🤔:3

Ahem ahem, I have social anxiety which means I most likely won't text you first unless I really really force myself too or/and I really like you and think you are very cool. So if u wanna be friends with me, using the anon question option thingy would be a nice first step. :D

I get attached extremely fast uhhh🤔🤔yea, oh and I'm extremely clingy so if someone texting you every 30 minutes (or minute, jkjk) sounds like a no go, than I'm not a good fit to be your friend.^_^ BUT. I also have my times where I feel like talking to no one so uhhhsidnjddj. I have no life so that's what probably contributes to me being attached to someone, maybe, probably...😇 (dumbass)

MY TIME ZONE: PDT (Pacific Daylight Time)

BEWAREE⚠️I sometimes joke around meanly so let me know if that ain't your thing, also I SOMETIMES get a little tooooo sentimental so I should probably stop playing around like that but I'll let you know if you passed a limit. Also I don't think I joke around very mean, but just to be safe. Please don't let this be a turn off. 🙏 Some examples of the jokes I may make are like "kys" and uhm yea. My minds kinda blank right now I'm getting a little tired, but my jokes consist of suicide, bombing places I don't like(school) and some other ones.So idk if it's heavilyyy offensive humor but some people don't take a liking to it so I thgouht it would be imporant to add

I feel like writing down a whole DNI list is gonna be uhh time consuming, will it take a long timr??? Some that I can name on the top of my head rn are proshippers, homophobes, and transphobes. But anyways I'll just block you if you're weird weird (in a bad way) so like age regrresors, (SFW) furries, witches, emos, oher co ol people i hsve forggteten, PLEAESRETEGD let me be ur friend 😞

I'm 14 btw,, the age range I'm aiming to become friends with is 13-16

Idk if I'd be down to be friends with people younger than 13 or older than 16, we'll see. 🤷🤷 But 13-16 people PLEASEEe INTERACT.

I'm not even kidding I'm so desperate for social interaction blehdhdhhd, I hate being an introverted socially anxious loser🤬🤬/hj :3 but please guys🙏🙏 I will worship the ground you walk on I need some friends

ONE. LASTM THING. When I talk to someone new I usually talk, uhh, formally??? Kind of, I get anxious talking to others so I'm so sorry if I seem uptight💔 I swear I'll warm up after some time, the more consistent the interactions, the faster I get used to you and warm up^^

I feel like I'm forgetting to write something else uhh, I'll update if anything important comes to my mind later, maybe (sorry for the messy formatting btw I lost all my progress when I was trying to make it pretty so I just gave up)

Well this is going to be embarrassing if this doesn't have any results errmmfjfjfjjffi I had been contemplating on doing this for awhile, praying to God at least one person reaches out 🙏🙏

I don't even believe in that mf ☹️

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folkwhorerain · 1 year

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I wish I knew you wanted me.

tess servopoulos x gn!reader.

gif not mine.

Summary: you have always liked Tess, but you were certain she liked Joel so you never made a move. When the lunch with two new people she's been talking to lead to a sensitive topic, your crush for the woman might get exposed.

Warnings: language (?), angst but with a fluffy end.

Author's note: I only wrote 3 fanfictions in my entire life so I'm sorry if this is lame or the writing isn't as good as you expected, but I promise I tried hard to at least make you enjoy an idea that's been in my head since I saw episode three. This was requested by me in a post I made a few days ago but then I pulled a Thanos and said "fine, I'll do it myself".

One last thing, English is not my first language so I'm really sorry if there are any mistakes. I tried my best to fix any error I could find.

Enjoy!!

You and Tess didn't have friends… or rather, you didn't have friends beside Joel. So when you heard her say she was talking to a man over the radio you couldn't believe your ears.

"Him and his partner seem nice." Tess informed you, cleaning the counter next to the one you were sitting on. "If this goes well they could be a really good resource for us."

Us. Obviously she was talking about her and Joel, but you got a sparkle of hope she meant you as well, if just as a friend you didn't mind kinda.

”I thought we couldn't trust anyone." You told her the same words she told you not a long time a ago, wiggling your feet nervously.

She laughed. "Joel said the same." And with that she placed the rag into the sink. "He's not too please with this situation either, but I made up my mind."

Tess was the one who often made decisions for both you and Joel. Since you met her a few years ago, when you finally found the QZ, you can't recall the times when she really gave the opportunity for Joel to change plans when smuggling shit… or just in general. She liked to boss him around and, since you became her friend, she did the same with you. Not that you cared, though. She was better than you at making tough decision and you were better than her at getting her out of her shell when she needed it.

That's why your duo worked and you were great together. It would be amazing if you didn't have that stupid crush on her. It would've been even more fantastic if she didn't have a crush on Joel, or so you thought.

You sighed, licking your lips. You were tapping nervously the marble you were sitting on with your index finger, thinking of all the things that could possibly go wrong. "We're not fucking going, Tess."

•••

That conversation was a few days ago, but giving the fact that she can be very convincing and you can't say no to her, there you were: sitting at the table with Joel and Tess and two people who you learnt were Bill and Frank.

You had to admit the place was nice and well taken care of. Frank was a sweet person with so much love for the little things, Bill was quite the opposite with a paranoid nature, but cooked a meal that made your mouth water just by the sight.

Overall, you felt comfortable with them. Mostly Frank because Bill hasn't stopped staring at you, Tess and Joel like he wanted to shoot you for the entire time, and the gun he kept on the table like he was the hunter and you were the preys didn't really help either.

"Thank you for inviting us" said Tess, taking a sip of the wine Frank just poured in her glass a few moments before. "I gotta say that, gun aside, which I get by the way," she stopped to look at Bill, hoping all her gratitude could be felt by the most cynic one of the couple. "How nice it is to have a civilized meal in such a beautiful place."

Seeing how much Tess was relaxed with the presence of the men, you smiled a little. "Yeah, thank you for the warmth you showed us, too. We really needed that." You said, which was gladly appreciated by Tess, knowing that it has been hard for you agreeing to this meeting.

Joel, on the other hand, remained silent, looking at Bill the entire time. The whole situation started to look more like a staring competition.

Bill just put the gun off the table, not letting his walls down that easily just for a speech that, if you didn't know Tess enough to tell she was serious, could fairly enough pass for a fake praise.

"Well…" Frank smiled, taking Bill's hand who just side eyed him. "It's nice to see there's still decent people willing to work peacefully and help others. Help that will be returned, of course."

You let out a small thank you, not really being the talkative one of the group. Then Frank added something that made you almost choke on your food and your heart drop to your stomach.

"It's also nice to see a great couple like you and Joel try to fight for love in a shitty situation like the one we're living in."

You could've noticed Tess cringe slightly at that if your eyes didn't start watering.

If only he knew how her walls only crumbled down when she was with you. How she muttered an "I love you" whenever you passed out after a drinking competition with Joel or how she would steal your shirts because "mine are all stained with the blood of some motherfucker I hit during smuggling" when, in reality, she felt safe whenever she worn anything yours.

"Excuse me." You let out a shaky breath before getting up and fast walking to the back of the house.

Joel glanced at Tess and nodded to the brunette to check on you. She sighed quitely before smiling politely and excusing herself.

You were about to crumble when you felt a firm hand grab your arm, making you turn around.

"Hey, what has gotten into you?" Tess asked you with a concerned look.

You didn't answer. You couldn't or else you would've had to tell her why your heart ached everytime someone thought her and Joel were together and how you wished she never realises they might be right.

"What? Cat got your tongue or there's a fucking clicker around?” she whispered the last part, teasing you like she always did, a fake worry on her face to disguise the real concern she felt for you.

"Ah-ah! Very funny, Theresa!" You turned around again, not having the strength to look at her when your tears were urging to come out.

"Uh-oh!" she said, her teasing nature never leaving her. "You only call me by my full name when you're angry."

When she saw you weren't giving her an answer anytime soon, she frowned. She knew you could be as secretive as her, therefore she never forced you to talk about whatever was bothering you, but now it was different; as much as she didn't want to admit it, not knowing what was bothering you was killing her.

"Look, I know something's bothering you and I need to know, 'cause the silent treatment is getting fucking annoying." Her tone was firm and calm, but you could hear that hint of annoyance that was haunting her. "If I did something wrong—"

"You didn't do anything." You sighed, running a hand through your hair. The pressure you felt become unbearable when you closed your eyes to try and ease your headache that, of course, become persistent like the brunette who was waiting for some sort of explanation.

"Well, okay. Then what is it?" She placed both her hands on her hips, staring at you with so much force you thought you could turn into pudding in that very moment. You hated the effect she had on you. It was worse than the symptoms cordyceps caused. She was the reason you could lose your mind at any moment, the only reason you could really get violent if any motherfucker even tried to hurt her.

"Y/N."

"You and Joel are so cute together!" You mocked what Frank said minutes before, the thought making you groan in frustration.

She looked at you with a puzzled expression, not understanding where the conversation was going. "What are you—"

Then it hit her. There was a deeper meaning to the harsh glances you always gave Joel whenever he would look at Tess much more for your liking. Now she understood why you never wanted her to go smuggling with him alone and she understood the reason of your overprotective nature anytime she was in trouble.

"Oh, I see…"

The frown on your face was inevitable when she stepped so close to you that you had to take a few steps back. Her stare was now holding a new light you didn't know the meaning of yet. "You're jealous."

The stupid smile adorning her face was infuriating. She was pleased by your jealousy? And for what? So she could tease you everyday for not feeling the same? So she could get even more clingy to Joel just to hurt you?

Her face softened when she saw your eyes were glossy, placing her hands on both your cheeks when you tried to hide your face.

"I wish I knew…" she breathed out, placing a strain of hair behind your ear. The sudden serious expression and the sweetness in her gestures surprised you.

Your head immediately snapped at her. "Why? So you and Joel can throw your relationship in my face?!"

She was a little taken aback by the hint of bitterness in your words, incredolus you would actually think she'd play you like that.

"You really think I would do that?" The hurt on her voice was evident, even though she tried to hide it with a harsh glance.

You shrugged your shoulder. You knew you weren't thinking clearly. Tess, your Tess, the one who has always been there for you through thick and thin, who helped you process your loved one's deaths, the one who almost killed a civilian who tried to rob you of your ration cards, she would never hurt you like that.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, trying to ease the tension you felt on your shoulders. Angry at yourself for how your irrationality was getting the best of you. "No, you wouldn't."

"Good." She smiled briefly at your words. "There's nothing between me and Joel, Y/N. Quite the opposite… he's been fucking teasing me for months about my stupid crush on you."

You widened your eyes, not believing what she just confessed. You tried to process her words as fast as possible, then a smirk crossed your face. "So you like me, ms. Servopoulos?"

She rolled her eyes at you and took you by the collar of your shirt. "Fuck you."

You laughed at that, feeling like the weight of the world got off of you.

"You really never noticed?" She had this incredulous expression in her face and you suddenly felt dumb. Did you really never notice? Did that mean that the times she would touch your hand for a time too long to be considered just an affectionate gesture hid something deeper? That the steady looks she gave people in the streets who looked at you too much for her liking were just a consequence of her jealousy and not her just being the wary woman she has always been?

"No? I mean, you've always been so secretive with… basically everything!" You tried to defend yourself.

She laughed like you said the funniest joke she ever heard. "Y/N, you're so fucking oblivious!"

Now you were embarrassed as fuck. How could you be so stupid?

"But it's cute." She was quick to add when she noticed how mortified you looked.

You watched her carefully with a slight pink covering your cheeks and noticed her eyes shifted briefly to your lips, so you took the opportunity to ask something you wanted to ask for a really long time.

"Can I kiss—"

"Shut the fuck up." And with that she kissed you.

Suddenly the world went quiet and the hole you felt right in your chest was fullfilled by a feeling you have been chasing since you heard of it, but never had the pleasure to experience. All your life you've been seeking for survival, you thought the only thing that mattered was going on and not getting killed, but you were wrong. Oh boy, you were so wrong. You didn't seek for survival, you seeked for Tess' left hand on your neck when she deepened the kiss, you seeked for the wine hanging on her tongue when she explored the insides of your mouth, you seeked for her other hand grabbing your hips in a way that took your breath away. You seeked for the gasps only her she could let you out from now on. You seeked to live for her and with her for as long as the fate would allow the both of you.

When you broke the kiss and opened your eyes, you felt stupid for not realising the love and admiration she felt for you. It was all there, you could see it in her eyes how she craved you like a starving woman. How she wanted to get into you, to be all over your body and grow into your lungs, brain and heart, not leaving room for any other person who could have your smiles and good days alongside your bad ones. You saw how she wanted to claim you and cherish you. How she wanted to worship you like a believer does with God.

You gave her one last kiss and then hugged her, placing both your hands on her hips like the clingy person you could be around her.

"You already want to get into my pants?" She teased you, raising an eyebrow. "Geez Y/N. Take me to a fucking date first or shits like that."

"You idiot." You shook your head, giving her a peck on the lips. "Shall we go back to the table?"

She nodded, kissing the back of your hand. "We shall."

When you got back to where three men where waiting, Joel gave you and the brunette a knowing look and you slightly nodded at him.

"You okay, Y/N?" Frank asked you with a genuine concern you appreciated.

You just looked at Tess with a stare that said more than words could ever do.

"I'm more than okay."

Frank looked at the two of you and grinned, taking a bite of his steak, realising the mistake he made before you left the table.

"Well, I guess I got the person wrong."

Tess briefly chuckled at that, giving you one last look that held all the love she never knew she could feel again towards someone.

"You did."

Well, that was it. I hope it satisfied your expectations!

#the last of us #tlou fanfiction #tess servopoulos x reader #tess servopoulos #tess tlou #tess x reader #anna torv #tlou hbo

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judas-redeemed · 4 months

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Hi 💐 I adore your poetry and I had a question. How would you suggest to improve poetry? I write and I've posted here as well but never received any proper feedback which I can use. Tips?

hello!!! this is so sweet, thank u for the support and i'm so honored u'd want my advice.

first of all, im gonna say poetry is a very individual thing, and what works for one person doesn't work for others. also, if u'd like me to critique specific works, i could probably be more thorough and i am so happy to do so, but that's obviously entitely up to u.

that being said, here's some things i've learned.

1. don't write what you think people will like, write what works in ur brain. this doesn't mean it has to be smth u have directly experienced, but more so an emphasis on having smth that matters to u more than smth u think others will care abt. i've found that my poems that have received the most love are the ones i thought "this is so niche and specific, i have no idea if anyone will relate to this or like this at all." as cheesy as it sounds, being honest in whatever way that works for u rlly is best

2. this is actually a rule i believe i heard abt comedy, but i find it rings very true of poetry as well: combine the specific w the broad. there are certain points of humanity i think are shown pretty much across the board. finding the very exact and nitty gritty feelings and thoughts and expressing that is usually what makes a great poem. to give an example, all of us are lonely sometimes. what makes writing abt it interesting could be writing smth like feeling lonely when u go to the grocery store, wishing u had someone to grab something from the top shelf for u and hold ur hand in the dairy aisle.

3. this is more personal preference, but i like the opening and closing lines to kinda form a circle. i don't know how to explain this exactly, but i like it all kinda come back to this point, not necessarily in words but more so in theme. i especially like when something's changed, and the same idea now has new nuance. a good example of this from my works would be in the world is ending. i began with the sentiment "there's nothing i can do about it" and ended with "it will be enough" both involve a lack of control, but where it began with helplessness, it ended with acceptance.

4. experiment!! try so many cool things!!! change up spacing and structures! try new words and phrases! use repitition! use long lines, use short phrases! the best way to find your specific writing niche is through trial and error.

5. similarly, in terms of gaining skill in writing poetry, quantity over quality. the best way to write a poem u love is to write a hundred u think are garbage. eventually u learn what works for u, but more than that, practice really does make perfect. or at least better. i started off writing the cringiest, most angsty and awful poems u can imagine. since u already have been writing and posting, u've already started this. but don't let urself get so frustrated u stop writing. writing is so beautiful and healing and wonderful. if u love it, keep it in ur heart forever and don't let it go.

this has already been so long so i think im gonna stop there. i hope this was helpful, i am by no means an expert and i am sure none of this is new advice. i bet ur writing is rlly cool!! and regardless, we all have smth worth saying, and im proud of u for saying it.

be warm and well fed

#judas talks #asks #on writing

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myonedream · 3 months

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“That’s My Good Boy.”

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A/N ~ Hello loves! If you don’t already know, this is my first fic on here! My name is L (more on me in my pinned post if interested), I’ve been on Tumblr for 10 years and writing in general for even longer so I’m definitely not new to either, though I’ve never written smut before so this is my first time for that. I really wanted to write this fic in particular as it’s something that plagues my mind every since this -> post/ask from @napofamoon. Even though now I made this about Hyuka hehe (tbh imagined it as him every time I read it after reading it the second time because he just gives me giant puppy vibes). I did use the ear thing here as well so credit to anon for that! This fic is actually the inspo to start this blog, along with the amazing TXT smut community on here that I’ve been secretly following for awhile. And I have to admit, this is quite self indulgent so… guess y’all caught me in 4K 😂. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it regardless and please let me know of any errors/thoughts you have! I know I’ve read this like 9 times and I think it’s pretty good, but I’m still nervous that there are some errors and y’all might not like it. Especially since it’s hybrid smut. But I don’t think there are any errors and I truly do like it, I just got hella anxiety so y’know. But enough of my rambles and happy reading :)

CW ~ Idol Wolf Hybrid!Hueningkai x afab!reader (not specified as a girl), Subby Top!Kai, breeding kink and a lot of it, creampie (remember this is just fantasy so don’t be silly, wrap ya willy), praise, uses of names such as Pup, Baby, Master & Mommy, definitely a petite reader so size kink for sure (he kinda manhandles her even though not intentionally cause he’s just a big ol’ puppy at the end of the day :(), pantie stealing, good bit of dirty talk, some pretty soft moments, consent is sexy type vibes, choking, biting, cockwarming at the very end, boy lowkey desperate and a bit of a perv. If I missed something, let me know!

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You’ve known Kai for a long time, having met when you both were 6 years old so him being a hybrid was never a secret to you. It was basically his opening line when he approached you during recess, barking at you and exclaiming that he had a tail, which he then promptly showcased. Being so young, you found it incredibly interesting and because you desperately wanted a dog more than anything when he asked if you wanted to be his master you of course said yes! Unbeknownst to you all that entailed, and how different a wolf, especially a wolf hybrid, was from an actual dog. But you didn’t care because your friendless and petless self basically now had both!

So for years you remained his master and as time went on you began to realize how big of a job it actually was. You didn’t even know how big of a deal having a master in the hybrid community was until many years passed. You were essentially a glorified babysitter that didn’t get paid. Hanging out with him 24/7, keeping him out of trouble when his animal instincts kicked in, letting him sleep curled up next to you on your bed, taking him on walks, being woken at 6am sharp with puppy kisses all over your face to take him on another walk. The boy basically lived with your family at that point. If he wasn’t so cute you would’ve wanted out a long time ago but he became your best friend you could tell anything to so you found it endearing having him be your shadow, even if his own shadow was much bigger than yours. So when he started to pursue his dream of being an idol of course you came along for the ride.

When he was finally in a group and they had plans to debut him, he begged the company to allow you to move in with him and his group mates, the leader, Soobin, the eldest, Yeonjun, Beomgyu and Taehyun. Then of course he begged you, to which you put up a fight and “reluctantly” agreed. Though truly you wanted to live with him just as much as he did with you, even though you’d never tell him that. Eventually debut came and after that a new place, bigger company and a lot of fame and well deserved recognition. Him and his members, who you became good friends with, were on top on the world.

Then he began having…hybrid issues. Essentially every hybrid reaches full maturity at a different age and what effects you the most is your sexual drive, making it an incredibly difficult time, especially to hide it. It’s like one day you wake up and your heat is so incredibly painful it’s nearly impossible to even walk or sleep comfortably. Kai is a late bloomer, he’s 21 and is just now starting his maturity cycle, making performing and recording content for the fans extremely hard. They already know he’s a hybrid but they don’t need to know when specifically he’s in heat and being the fact his ears pop out when he is, it’s not like he can hide it any. Though there has been one thing that’s been keeping him from losing his marbles: you.

He keeps telling you how much he loves you and how your comfort is the only thing keeping him sane at every opportunity. Cuddled up in your bed, in your lap, in your arms, as if he’s the one who’s 150cm. You just think the love and support is what’s helping him and that it’s not that horrific since he seems to be keeping himself together well and you know it’ll all pass soon enough. But truthfully, he’s absolutely losing it. Sure, you’re helping, but not how you think you are. The reason he’s constantly curled up to you or in your lap? Your scent. And not how you as a whole smells, how your pussy smells.

He’s a wolf deep down (even if he acts like a giant puppy) so he has an incredible sense of smell. Unlike how others can’t smell you down there without having to stick their whole nose up there, he just has to get within a few feet to smell it. Usually that is. But with how bad his heat has been as he’s now finally reaching full maturity, he can smell your pussy the moment he enters a room with you in it. If you’re arroused or on your period, he knows. And when you ovulate, it sends his instincts into overdrive. Which is why his head is always in your lap, he’s taking in deep breaths of your scent as close as he can get to your pussy without it being weird. You would think your scent would drive him more mad but somehow it’s comforting as it’s familiar but lately it just hasn’t been cutting it. So he comes up with a plan whilst you sleep next to him, completely unaware, in your basically shared at this point bed, to help him get the purest whiff of you in the morning. He then manages to contain his excitement and nerves of acting out his plan and proceeds to fall asleep, nuzzling into your neck.

You wake up the next morning to Kai lovingly cuddled up against you, holding one of the giant plushies you got him years ago as a birthday gift. It’s his day off so you don’t bother to wake him as you get out of bed, you pick out your outfit for the day and head into the bathroom. You sit your clean clothes on the sink then proceed to have your morning pee, washing your hands after. Now you turned on the shower to get it heated up before you enter and begin to remove your oversized shirt that once belonged to Kai, exposing your bare breasts to the cold air of the AC vent above you, hardening your nipples instantly. You take off your pretty royal blue panties and drop them down onto the floor on top of your shirt, now completely naked, you enter the shower and begin to clean up.

Once Kai hears the water running he wakes, taking time to scroll on Weverse before eventually getting up to act out the plan he made last night. He approaches the bathroom to come inside, at this point you’re not sure how long it’s been since you got in when you hear the door open but nonetheless you instinctively call out “Kai?” He freezes in fear that he’s already been busted but tries to remain as quiet as possible. Eventually his fear is alleviated after he hears you whisper to yourself about how you just must be hearing things. Then he spots them, the pair of royal blue panties you left on the ground. Instantly he can begin to feel his heart beat out of his chest as he carries out with his plan by picking them up and stuffing them into the pocket of his pajama pants before leaving the bathroom as quietly as possible.

You’ve always taken a long time to shower so he knows he has plenty of time to do the rest. So he sits himself down on your bed, pulling your panties out of his pocket and lifting them up to his nose, taking in all of your scent. The divine fragrance making his ears pop out and big cock grow in his pants instantly. He begins to lick the wet spot on them from the access slick due to your ovulation, relishing in the taste of you and fantasizing what it would be like to have his head in between your thighs, lapping away at your warm pussy as you moan under his tongue. Before he knows it, he’s pulled his pants and boxers down and is fisting his leaking cock as he has the panties up to his nose.

He takes his precum and works it around his shaft like lube, moaning at every touch, and begins wrapping the panties around him, using the bright blue material as friction. Unable to help it as his mind starts to wonder about it being your hand around his cock right now, getting louder by the minute. “A-ahh… master… mmm fuck…” He’s so fucked out already he doesn’t even realize the water has turned off, you’ve finished your shower and quickly you put on your towel to go wake Kai, who you think is sleeping. Noticing whilst walking out your panties are gone and quickly as you open the door you notice exactly where they went. Your missing panties wrapped around his throbbing cock. Kai, too far gone and eyes shut, doesn’t even notice you watching, “Ooh fuuuck, m-master.”

For some reason seeing him like this is unexpectedly turning you on and you can’t help but stand and watch as he works your panties around his fat cock. He’s much bigger than you expected, the sight of him playing with his cock and the sound of his moans making your pussy wet. “Mmm… oh shit… fuck, oh master,” he moans out loudly and shamelessly and just hearing him moan master that one specific time makes your body need release. You lift the towel and begin gathering your slick, bringing your fingers to your mouth to suck them clean, enjoying the taste before rubbing circles around your clit. You lean back against the wall, watching him intently, you slide two fingers into your hole easily and slowly. Once you hit your G-spot you can’t help but let out a soft, but just audible enough, “Aah, pup.”

The moment you do, Kai’s ears perk up and his eyes fling open to look at you, who is now the one unaware of the other since your eyes are closed. Slowly he gets up, getting close to you, watching in awe for a second as you touch yourself. You jump slightly as he leans into your neck and leaves a soft kiss, whispering into your ear “You know, master, I had a whole apology ready for being a bad boy if you caught me, but now you seem to need me almost as much as I need you.” You say nothing as he lightly tugs at the towel “May I please take this off?” You stare at him for a second, he was always so polite, now not being an exception as he awaited your answer, circling his hand around your inner thigh. You let out a giggle at the tickling touch before saying “We really shouldn’t… but… please do.”

That’s all the wolf needs to hear as he removes your towel and picks you up gently to then lay you on the bed, underneath him. He lets out a light moan at the sight of you, his beloved master, all exposed for him. In almost a pathetic whimper he goes “Fuck, finally, I’ve wanted you like this since the maturity cycle started, master.” Then not even a second later, he shoves his head in between your legs and begins leaving sweet puppy licks in between every fold of your wet pussy. “O-o-pup,” you almost shriek at the sudden stimulation “all you had to do was ask if you needed help.” You say as you run your fingers through his beautiful blonde locks and leave light scratches behind his ears as he eats you out the best anyone ever has. The boy lifts his head up, eyes already glossy, his face soaking wet all around his mouth to ask “Really?” before sticking his face back into your pussy. “Y-y-yes, anything for you baby.” You say lovingly in a near moan. “Then cum for me” Kai says into you, going back and forth from sucking harshly on your clit and teasing your hole with his tongue, his nose rubbing your nub when focusing on your hole. Watching your every move. “F-fuck, oh shit, pup, you’re gonna make master-“ “Please, cum for me, mommy.” Between how well he was eating you out, his words vibrating on your clit and his sudden use of mommy, you absolutely lost it, coming undone around him and cumming intensely on his tongue. Feeling your eyes roll back into your head, screaming his name so loud you knew if the other boys were awake they knew exactly what was going on. But that didn’t stop him from sucking your clit until it was swollen, until he knew you were coming down from your high.

Before you could even say anything he looked up from in between your legs, desperation in his voice, “Please let me make you a mommy.” You didn’t even know what to say to that but Kai didn’t leave any time to respond before saying “Please, I wanna fill your pussy up with my cum, mommy.” He began to get closer, moving up the bed, sounding even more desperate to the point he was basically whining “I wanna give you my puppies, wanna cum in my mommy’s pussy so bad.” Words you never thought you’d hear your sweet little pup say but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on immensely, making your pussy throb for him. Instead of letting him know that you just chuckled and went “Oh? You wanna make me a mommy? Want your cum dripping out of my hole, pup?” In a teasing voice. Kai bit his lip, nodding quickly as he stared into your eyes intently with those big brown puppy eyes of his. It was hard to believe at a moment like this he was a wolf hybrid and not just a dog hybrid. “Fuck, please.” He said, as he sank his head to leave kisses in between your breasts. “Okay, but you have to be a good wolf then.”

“I’m always good” he said in an almost upset voice, as if you were implying there are times he is not. But his near offended nature quickly went away as he ripped his shirt off and lined up his big, throbbing cock with your entrance. He began to slowly insert himself, being as gentle as possible, but due to his size, just his tip alone made your eyes roll back into your head. At this point you were also becoming desperate, moaning out “Just get it in there, already.” “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.” He said. “You won’t, trust me, I’ll tell you if it’s too much.” Kai looked at you as he gripped onto your waist with his big hands “Promise?” “Promise.” “Now just make me a mommy please.” Those words alone was enough for him to absolutely unintentionally manhandle you as he bottomed out in you, stretching open your walls to take him. You screamed which instantly made Kai have a worried look on his face. Until you moaned out “Oooohhhhh fuuuuck… good boy.” When the worried look turned to a grin of pride that he could make his master like this.

“You like that?” He asked as he started speeding up his thrusts. “Yes…” you muttered out barely audible between yours and, mostly Kai’s, moans and loud squelching sounds of his fat cock in your wet pussy. He began to hold your hands down and lean over your body so he could kiss you and whisper in your ear how beautiful you’ll look as a mommy as he borderline abused your cunt. His blonde locks becoming wet and falling into his eyes as his pretty ears and tail began to twitch. Speeding up so much, you genuinely feared that he might break the bed with all the creaking. At this point he had you in a mating press, breeding you so deep and fast, hitting your G-spot every time with the fat tip of his cock, making you wail. You could feel yourself dangerously close to cumming and so could he as your gummy walls clenched around him. “F-uck, I’m close!” “Me too” he groaned in response. “Go on pup, impregnate master, make her a mommy.” You yelled. And with that you came undone, and so did Kai, releasing his seed into you with a sharp thrust, leaning into your chest as your walls fluttered around him.“O-oh master, fuck, there you go, take my puppies.”

With so much stimulation he collapsed onto the bed next to you, his cock slipping out of your hole on it’s own. Despite it being very, very good, at this point you became needy for more so without a second thought you begin stroking his cock to make it hard again. Dazedly he looked up at you and asked “Not enough? You need more, master?” You felt something take over you as you responded with “The name is mommy.” Quickly you got on top and put his cock back in your now creamy hole, beginning to bounce on it. “I’ll take that as a yes then, mommy.” He giggled as he watched your pussy spread his cum on his cock like lube. “Well, I have to make sure you got me pregnant, pup” you say. Kai nodded and sat up, wrapping his arms around you, nuzzling his face into your neck so he could leave bright marks on it, squishing your boobs against his broad chest in the process. Slowly reaching down to grab your ass whilst thrusting up into your hole. “God, my cum makes the best lube, but now I fear it’s leaking out too much.” He said softly into your ear. “Guess I’ll just have to fill this cunt up again.” He said in a near growl whilst bouncing you on his fat cock, furry ears tickling your face as he sucked on the sweet spot on your neck. “Fuck, right there” you whined as his right hand came up to wrap around your throat. At this point he was slamming your pussy so hard that his cum from before was splashing out onto his lap. That’s when you felt him shake, “Breed me full,” you said and before you knew it his warm load filled you up again as he bit your neck. You then screamed and began to cum yourself, pulling his mouth off your neck to look him in the eyes, “That’s my good boy.” You said as your hands cupped his sweaty face before leaning in to press a passionate kiss on his lips.

At that point you both were so tired you laid down onto the bed, your body still on top of Kai’s, him in still your hole. “You feel better now, baby?” You asked hazed. “Much.” He replied. To which he covered you both up with a blanket to take a nice needed nap. But not before you exchanged mutual ‘I love you’s,’ certain that definitely fixed his issues as you both fell asleep. More than happy to help him again if he ever needs it.

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all for nothing | one.

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—summary: after experiencing heartbreak and betrayal, hyunjin has become incredibly closed off and reserved. he hated opening up to people, nor did he think the time or effort was worth it. but when hyunjin meets you, he finally realizes the importance of having someone by your side throughout all the ups and downs of life.

—pairing: hyunjin x f. reader

—genre: (18+) strangers to lovers, grad school au | fluff, angst, smut

—word count: 3.7k

—chapter warnings: nothing too bad, some cussing, very basic introduction to the fic, someone’s a meanie, hints at infidelity, mentions of parties and getting too drunk, some hints of anxiety, they all attend brigham in hawaiʻi but not every depiction of the school/area will match what it is in real life, apologies for any errors as i quickly skimmed through this before posting!

—notes: hi everyone! i hope you enjoy the start to this series. i’ll try to update every weekend from here on out. i’ve been on a writing hiatus for awhile, so i’m sorry if it starts off a little slow or anything like that. also, my chapters tend to be short because i like to spread out my chapters and lengthen the series that way. i do hope you like it! ♡

"Okay." You breathe out, staring out at the campus in front of you. "Shit." You mutter to yourself when you realize you have no idea where your first class of the day is located on this campus.

"Need help?" A black, shaggy haired boy appeared from behind you, a small smile creeping at the corner of his lips. You simply stare at him as you fully turn to give him your attention— clock ticking down to 7 minutes before your class would start.

"Is it obvious?" He shrugs and chuckles a bit.

"Yeah, kinda. No biggie though, still taking me a bit to get used to." His voice is deep, Australian accent strong. You almost wonder where it comes from with how not-so-intimidating he looks. "Felix." He puts his hand out.

"Y/N."

"Pleasure to meet you." He takes a look at the paper in your hands. "May I?"

"Sure." He takes it from your hands and nods slowly.

"Ah, okay. Duley Hall is down that way. I just had class there earlier this morning." He checks his watch. "We'll get you there in time."

"Thanks." You smile before awkwardly following alongside of him. Honestly, you were a bit relieved he had bumped into you. Your decision to attend the biology graduate program here at Brigham Young University was abrupt, almost incredibly last minute. You had decided on staying near home, continuing your education at Chaminade with familiar faces and staying comfortable in your safety zone. However, your teacher had offered you a position to work at his new lab in Brigham, offering to pay a good salary while being flexible with your class schedule. Dr. Kreher trusted you solely because you had been a student and intern of his since your undergrad sophomore year. He had seen you grow, seen you through your best and worst, seen you flourish in his lab. Because of the last minute agreement, you didn't have time to tour the entire campus before they were trying to meet deadlines to shuffle you into the next cohort. You were grateful, happy to have this opportunity come up right out of undergrad. Still, it wasn't easy suddenly having to switch from one university to another. You missed the friends you made, you missed the comfort and knowing the familiar. You missed being near home, you missed the convenience. Now, you were an hour and a half away by car, living in a small in-law on a family friend's property in exchange for some occasional nannying and light housework.

It all happened so fast. For something that placed you on the right path, somehow, you still felt lost.

You wondered how long it would last.

"Where'd you come from, if you don't mind me asking?" He turns to you, hands tugging onto his bag strap.

"Chaminade." He nods.

"That's on the opposite side of the island, isn't it? Almost two hours or so?"

"Mmm, pretty much."

"Why come out here?"

"Well, I was going to continue at Chaminade's graduate program, but one of my professors moved here and offered me a position in his research lab."

"Oh, that's sick. You're in the biology graduate program?" You nod.

"Mhm, I work with Dr. Kreher." Felix furrows his brows a bit and cocks his head to the side, confusion evident on his expression. "He's an infectious disease professor, not entirely sure what classes he'll be teaching though." He chuckles a bit.

"No worries, that's cool though. Must feel nice to know a professor like that, yeah?"

"Kinda." You give off a small laugh. "I feel like it's more pressure."

"I get that."

"What about you?"

"Psychology graduate program."

"Oh, cool!" You look at him with a smile.

"Mm, I suppose." He shrugs, shyly smiling. "So, I'm assuming your family is back in Waikiki?"

"Mhm. I was born and raised there. What about you? Are you from the island?" He shakes his head, which is probably a dumb question to ask being that his accent is pretty thick.

"No. I'm originally from Australia, my family's there. I moved to the big island for undergrad, then Oahu for the graduate program."

"Wow, now that's far. Why move from the big island?"

"Ah, I just like new sceneries, new adventures." He smiles again before leading you into Duley Hall, climbing up the steps right near the front entrance. He leads you to the second floor, turns left at the top and passes two doors before he stops in his tracks. "Welp, you made it with—" He checks his watch. "2 minutes to spare." He pokes his head into the classroom and notices a few empty seats. "Still have some good seats left."

"Thank you, Felix."

"No problem."

"Is your class nearby?"

"It's in another building across campus, but I'll get there, don't worry." You felt bad, but all you can do is nod. "See you around, Y/N. It was nice talking with you." And with that, you give him one last smile before heading into the classroom. The class sizes are standard— nothing too big, nothing too small. You head up to the third row of seats, sitting close to the opposite end. You silently sit your bag down, taking out your notebook and a couple of different colored pens, setting it neatly on the desktop. Suddenly, someone comes to sit next to you, a soft, warm smile on his face as he settles into his seat.

"Hi." He smiles and sets his bag down before crouching over to grab his book and notebook. "No one was sitting here, right? I should've asked before." He chuckles, making you scrunch your nose at how cutely shy he was.

"No, you're good." Maybe this move wouldn't be so bad after all.

"I'm Jeongin." He slides on his glasses before holding out his hand for a quick shake.

"Y/N."

"Cool. I don't think I've seen you around here before."

"Around Brigham?" He nods. "Oh well, yeah. I went to Chaminade for undergrad."

"Ouuu, Chaminade's nice. Why the change?"

"Hm, one of my professors started working here and offered me a position in his lab."

"Wow, that's awesome. You're pretty set then." You giggle and shrug.

"I wouldn't say that just yet." You look at his notebook, watching as he jots the date down neatly. "So, you've attended Brigham since freshman year?" He nods.

"Sure have. I love it here." He gives you a toothless smile.

"Seeing a lot of familiar faces?"

"Some, not a whole lot though—" At this point, the professor walks in, setting her stuff alongside the front desk before booting up her laptop and getting her slide deck onto presentation mode through the projection.

"Class, hello hello. I'm Dr. Kuo, I'll be your professor for Advanced Molecular Biotechnology." Her eyes dart from the class to the individual who walks in a bit after her introduction. You can't help but stare a bit at him as he quietly walks in with his head hung low; black hair to the length of his neck, beautiful pale skin and plush, pink lips. He doesn't really look at his surroundings even though most eyes fall on him as he heads to the back of the classroom. You look over your shoulder, watching as he lets his bag fall to the ground before slouching in his seat. "Please be on time for class, as I'll be starting our agenda right away." She's pretty much directing her remark to him, but he doesn't budge. Instead, he takes out a notebook and pen, then rests his cheek on his fist.

"I'd hate to be on her bad side." Jeongin whispers to you, even though he pays no attention to the individual that just got settled into class. Almost like he knew him, like this was a natural, day to day occurrence.

"Is she mean?"

"I heard a few things about her. She takes awhile to warm up and is pretty harsh with her quizzes, tests, even grading projects." He pushes his glasses up his nose a bit, squinting at the projector screen.

"Mm, we'll see. It is the master's program, after all. I shouldn't even be surprised." He quickly looks at you with a smile before jotting down notes. The rest of the class is pretty standard, with you and Jeongin pairing up for some partner work towards the last half of class. You find out he's the middle child, having a younger brother in elementary school and an older brother— two years older, as matter of fact. He's super easy to work with and is incredibly patient after all the questions you've thrown his way during the partner activity. It may be early, but you were already considering Jeongin to be someone you could get close to while you were here, especially being that you were in the same program together.

It would be nice to have that while you were away from home. You had to remind yourself it wasn't too far, but it also wasn't easy for you to go home every single weekend. Not with your upcoming schedule already being packed with classes and work. Can't forget the help you've promised the family you live with.

"What's your next class?" Jeongin tugs on his bag strap while he walks alongside of you out of the building.

"Advanced biochemistry." He does a slight head tilt.

"I have the later class. I'm off to lab."

"Where's lab at?"

"Hale Center. It's where most of our labs and science classrooms are." He chuckles. "Well, except this one. Pretty sure advanced biochemistry is there, yeah?" You nod.

"It is."

"Cool. I'll walk with you till we have to part ways." The two of you continue to engage in small talk until you reach the middle point of campus, where most students are at— either making their way to on-campus dorms, the dining hall, library or other nearby buildings for class. It's much livelier around these parts, Jeongin already greeting a few familiar faces as you walk to the other end where Hale Center is located.

"Jeongin!" He looks up ahead of him, waving at a friend coming towards you two.

"Changbinnie." He teases, making the other laugh. Alongside of him was Felix, to your surprise, making you smile and wave at him as well. "What's up, dude?"

"Just going to my last class, what about you?"

"Got lab." He responds.

"Loser." Changbin responds, making Jeongin pinch his bicep. "Ah, hey, this is Felix." Jeongin laughs, putting his hand out to shake Felix's.

"This is Y/N. Y/N, Changbin, Fe—"

"Felix." You call for him softly.

"You survived class." He laughs.

"Nice, you two know each other?"

"He helped me get to class earlier." You turn your attention to Changbin. "It's nice to meet you though, Changbin."

"Same to you." He smiles. "Hey, I'm gonna go to the library and get some work done later. You down?"

"Since when do you go to the library?"

"Shut up. New year, new me." Jeongin laughs.

"Maybe, I'll let you know." Changbin nods.

"You guys are welcome to come too, if you want! The more the merrier." You and Felix smile with a small shrug.

"Thanks. I might take you up on that if work doesn't go overtime for me." You all say your goodbyes and part ways for the time being, the walk falling silent until Jeongin chimes in again.

"Already going to work?"

"Yuuuup."

"Well, you should definitely come meet up with us afterwards anyway."

"I'll try to. It'd be nice to get a head start on things, anyway." He hands you his phone as the both of you stand inside Hale Center's main lobby. You give him a toothless smile, grabbing his phone to plug in your number. When you hand it back to him, he fiddles with it for a minute before you feel the vibration of your own phone in your pocket.

"That's me." He smiles. "Let me know if you'll come meet us."

"Okay."

"See you later, maybe? Have fun in class and work!" He starts to walk backwards, waving enthusiastically before he darts up the steps to his lab room.

Your day goes by pretty smoothly, with you darting off to Dr. Kreher's lab as soon as you finish off your last class of the day. Surprisingly, he's in the lab, mainly because he wants to show you where things are and where the shared supply room was at. He also informs you that he'll be taking on an undergraduate class, so he'll need some help printing out the syllabus to hand out, plus stocking extra supplies in his lab alone just so he has everything in one place. You happily agree to help him as you toss in your lab coat and wipe down the UV hood, immediately getting started on your usual routine. So now, not only were you in charge of running this malaria study with him, but now, you'd be helping him out with his undergraduate students.

You'd for sure be busy for quite some time. You wondered when the next time you could go home would be.

When Dr. Kreher leaves you to your peace, you work under the hood for a couple of hours until you have some down time while you wait for your stained slides to dry. You take this opportunity to print extra copies of the syllabus just as he asked before running to the storage room next door. You grab a couple of supplies from the list he handed over and drag them back to the lab, arranging it neatly along the shelves and countertops. By the time you were finished helping him get ready for class, your slides were ready to be examined under the microscope. It took you a couple of minutes to check out your samples, determining next steps and acting appropriately before wiping everything down and shutting the hood down for the night. You sigh, the clock already hitting 8pm as you hang your labcoat onto the rack and grab your things. You swiftly exit the lab, grabbing your phone to text Jeongin to see if they were still at the library.

However, you felt yourself crash into another body before you could even hit send, the sound of disposable pipette packs and paper towel rolls hitting the floor in front of you.

"Oh my god, I am soooo sorry." You crouch down to grab the pack of pipettes, but a large hand snatches it from the ground before you can even try to help out. "Let me help—"

"Jeez. I got it." He says with an attitude. You look up at him when you stand, realizing it's the same guy who had walked in late to Dr. Kuo's class. He looks at you with his brows furrowed, removing an airpod from his right ear. "Wanna watch where you're going next time?" He plugs his airpod back into his ear before snatching the roll of paper towels on the floor.

"Sorry." You mutter softly. He simply brushes past you to the supply room. You stand there, feeling a bit awkward and upset at the interaction, but you brush it off to finally send the text to Jeongin.

You quietly tug on your bag strap as you step out of Hale Center and follow the signs that would lead you to the library. It was bigger than you imagined, your feet automatically bringing you to the loud section of the library. There were tables lined along the middle, sandwiched in between the aisles and aisles of books. You catch sight of Jeongin towards the back end, Changbin sitting next to him with Felix in front. He sees you as his eyes scan the library, eyes turning into half crescents as he smiles and waves you over.

"Hey." You say as you approach the table, slipping into the seat next to Felix.

"Oh hey!" Felix and Changbin say, scooting their things over to make room for you.

"How was work?" Jeongin asks.

"It was alright, I guess." You take out your laptop and start logging into the student portal to see if there were any introductory assignments you needed to get done for the rest of your classes this week.

"You guess? Bad day already?" Changbin teases.

"No, everything was fine. I just—" You look at them and shake your head, afraid to spill too much on the first day. Not that you felt like Changbin, Felix or Jeongin would judge you for being upset over such a small interaction, but you felt the need to suppress it anyway; like you shouldn't sound like a complainer or a brat on the first day of school, even if that wasn't your intention. "I'm just tired."

"I'm sure." Felix says. "You shouldn't work yourself too much for the rest of the night."

"I won't. I'm just going to see if there's anything else I need to do for the rest of my classes." They nod. "How was today for you guys?" Changbin nods.

"Honestly? Pretty boring." He chuckles. "But, at the same time, I can already sense the stress coming. So, I'll take what I can get for now."

"Yeah, that." Jeongin laughs.

"We should go to more social events together during grad school." Changbin adds.

"Did you guys not go to a lot during undergrad?"

"I did, this dude didn't."

"It gets overwhelming, okay." Jeongin chuckles. "People just get sloppy and weird." He puts his hand out as he corrects himself. "Not everyone, but most."

"I get that."

"It's because of that one party, huh?" Changbin looks at him and laughs. "Fuuuuck."

"Shut up." Jeongin's cheeks turn a faint red.

"What happened?" Changbin continues to laugh while Jeongin sighs.

"Some girl that had a crush on me got really drunk at a party, threw herself on me then tried to kiss me before she threw up." Jeongin visibly cringes. "Some of it got on my jeans before I moved out of the way." He fake cries. "Those were my favorite jeans."

"Oh shit." Felix says.

"I'm sorry." You make a face. "Understandably overwhelming."

"Ah, no biggie now. I would just prefer to not deal with throw up on my jeans again." He looks at Changbin. "But, if Felix and Y/N are down, I'll go."

"Yeah, that sounds fun." Felix responds. You continue to work amongst yourself, your eyes glancing around the library from time to time when the library gets a little nosier than usual. The last glance you take, you catch sight of that same black-haired individual heading down an aisle nearby, grabbing a book and heading back to the front to check out. You didn't catch yourself staring with a certain expression plastered on your face, but Jeongin does, and he can't help but scrunch his nose before giving off a small laugh.

"Do you not like him or something?"

"Huh? Who?"

"Hyunjin." So that's his name.

"Is that his name?"

"You're looking at the guy that walked late into Dr. Kuo's class, right?" You nod. "Yeah, that's Hyunjin."

"Hyunjin as in Hwang Hyunjin?" Changbin adds in this certain tone. "He's a weird one." Now, they both look at you. "Why, what about him?"

"Nothing." You shrug.

"You think he's cute?" Jeongin chuckles as he teases you. You're not gonna lie, the dude is attractive as hell. Tall as hell. Built right as hell. Attitude, though? Hard pass.

"Aw babe, save it for a guy who would really appreciate it. He's not gonna budge." Changbin chimes in before you can even respond to Jeongin's question. "We've known him since undergrad and dude barely says a word to anyone."

"Hm, he's just quiet." Jeongin says.

"Doesn't mean he's weird, though. Maybe he just likes to keep to himself, or maybe he's quiet in general." Felix says to soften the conversation.

"No, he's weird, alright. He doesn't say shit, nor does he even try with anyone. Couldn't be me."

"That's cause you're always so fucking loud." Changbin pinches his arm, making him yelp in return. "Ouch, stop! It's true!"

"Anyways." Changbin glares at him before returning his attention to you and Felix. "I say weird because in the beginning, he was pretty talkative and social. He hung around certain people, had a girlfriend at one point. Everyone thought they were the cutest couple on campus. Then, after sophomore year, he just flipped. Now, he's always pretty cold when people talk to him and try to be friendly. And it's crazy, cause I've talked to a few girls who think he's pretty attractive too, but he just brushes it off. He really doesn't try with people anymore."

"Maybe something happened to make him closed off like that." Felix pouts a bit.

"I heard it was because his girlfriend was cheating on him with his own bestfriend." Jeongin furrows his brows.

"Chan?" Changbin nods.

"Yeah, dude. Crazy, huh?"

"Well, we don't even know if it's true."

"I honestly think it is, I don't remember seeing him hanging around with Chan or his girlfriend after that."

"Mm. It's not really our business anyway." You look behind you to see if Hyunjin is still in the library, but he isn't. Even if it were all true, you weren't sure if that was a good enough reason for Hyunjin to act the way he was acting towards other people. You didn't know him though, didn't think you could get to know him, so this— this is what you'll leave it at.

The conversation about Hyunjin dies down after Jeongin responds with it not being anyone's business. You and the boys end up finishing some work and leave the library a bit past 11PM, Jeongin offering to walk you to your car before parting ways with you for the evening. It's a little too late for your family back home, but you decide to send them a text anyway— letting them know about your busy first day and that you're heading home.

It's quiet on your street. You park your car alongside the sidewalk, street light dimly lighting your surroundings. You grab your things and slip through the gate, heading straight to the back of the property where your small in-law studio is nestled. You lock your door and set your things down before getting your kettle going to boil some hot water for a quick bowl of ramen. You get washed up and throw on your pajamas, settling onto your bed with your bowl of ramen and Youtube on your laptop. You didn't realize how hungry you were until you looked down and saw that you had finished every bit of your ramen. You pout to yourself before your phone vibrates off to the side, signaling a text coming in.

Yeah, maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. Maybe, you'd make new friends and make yourself feel at home. But, your mind suddenly flashes to Hyunjin. Even with someone like him, a minor interaction as such, it was easy to bring you back to feeling alone. Still.

Can't win them all, I suppose.

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