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IZ Days of Christmas 2023: Day 12 - Jang Wonyoung

IVE's Jang Wonyoung x Male Reader Smut

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Categories | daddy kink, brat!Wonyoung, squirting, blowjob, please appreciate Wonyoung's power bottom capabilities

Sorry, Yena is coming out sometime but I wanted to finally write something timely. JANG WONYOUNG WHAT THE FUCKKKKK.

Please bear with the religious metaphors, I have Catholic guilt and Wonyoung reignites it. I'm not sorry for all the other fucked up shit here I'm just ooga boogaing because what the FUCK

It’s a little brighter today than usual. The sun surely knows what's about to happen upon its rising. It has no plans of telling you beforehand, so you’re forced to find out yourself.

You open Instagram, which is insane because you never bother to look at pictures—much less edited, filtered ones made for meaningless impressions. Your blissful ignorance of online concepts is what would make your fans hate you if they had space in their deluded hearts to. Or maybe that’s your age talking.

But today, clicking on that app is what you do, and that already should have been a sign that something’s not right. The usual run of your universe has gone off course. Who could have made that so?

Coffee. The black stillness that’s pure of sweetness and sugar. That’s supposed to keep everything normal. You sip on it as you scroll through clickbait, fan accounts, edits—

Then you wish you never took that hot gulp at all.

Wonyoung.

It’s all because of her.

She stands there from behind your screen, silky hair tangled in those lithe long fingers. She’s looking at the camera like she wants whoever took the time to click on her profile to come over and fuck her right now. Man or woman, poor or rich—it doesn’t matter. What ought to matter though is the fact that she doesn’t have someone’s hands slipped around her waist and pulling her close.

You shouldn’t even be thinking about it.

Usually, she’s dressed in knitted pink coats and miniskirts; looking fashionable but modest, modest but unplain. That’s what everyone loves about Jang Wonyoung: she’s prim, sweet, and the daughter of the nation.

Now, she’s the ideal girl to take right home and have your wicked way with. Yes, you’d feel guilty since she’s so young, just the little age of nineteen. Still, that doesn’t mean you’d have any regrets. She’s the kind of girl you can’t get away from. You’ll always come back for more.

You’d hate to be so upfront, but there’s no other way to interpret it.

There’s that fucking denim bra hugging her tiny chest, stitched up so high that her abs are on full display. That little pinch of a waist curves so perfectly right up to her wide hips that invite and invite and invite—

Remember to exhale.

So, yeah. That’s how Wonyoung ruined your day, and you barely had your morning coffee.

A text message from your boss appears. You nearly miss it because of how you’re staring all ogle-eyed at the tempting girl on your screen. Before you even click it, you already know what you ought to do.

hey, it reads, you need to—

—go to Wonyoung, and for such a scandalous photo, she’s chosen a remote but classy hotel only the biggest stars know of to shoot it.

There’s no going back when you drive like you’re running from the law when you’ll break one if you pull the wrong stunt with her. Your throat’s coiled with an unreleased breath that won’t go away unless you see her. It’s like traveling with the promise of meeting a goddess, and although you’re not religious anymore, you wear very, very close to rediscovering faith.

The hotel is grand—clear marble floors and shining chandeliers—and it’s no surprise. Wonyoung wouldn’t have things any other way. You know that when she’s come to your office to complain about her outfits and brands.

You go up to the desk with prepared evidence for what you’re going to say. “I’m an associate of your client miss Jang Wonyoung,” you say to the lady tapping away behind her computer, “and I’ve come to visit her.”

Associate? It’s more like mentor. You’re a veteran idol whose efforts inspire the rookies, therefore getting you the responsibility of looking out for Wonyoung. So, father figure, maybe? You wince at that.

She makes a polite sad look, still not removing her eyes from the screen. “I’m sorry, miss Jang doesn’t have—”

Slide your ID card on the counter.

She glances at it, stiffens, then looks up at you. There’s only one of you in the entire South Korea, and although the 1x1 traces back to when you were a bit more youthful, it’s not hard to put two and two together.

She apologizes quickly and offers you an elevator ride exclusive for VVIPs. Smile. It’s been a while since your last return to music, but everyone knows you here. Everyone knows your power.

Wonyoung’s place is the first room on the twelfth floor, a flinching irony.

Knock. You rap your knuckles three times for good luck and charm, because you’ll need it with her. Jang Wonyoung is everything save an easy girl. You remember the many times she refused to give up a debate on how she’s managed, how she’s styled, how she’s treated. She wants things to go her way only.

“Wonyoung,” you call out. Fidget with the handle of the door that refuses to budge. “It’s me.”

Knock a little more. There’s no eye behind the peekhole or a soft “come in.” You receive only the unlocking of the furnished knob and a welcome that makes you wish this could go the way your morals would want it to go.

The door opens you to a gorgeous suite that’s the supreme of all room tiers. This is the kind that only the richest of the rich are able to attain. Big as a house with a soft carpeted ground, there’s a queen-sized bed before a wide window of the city. Picture frames commissioned by the wealthy hang from the painted walls. All for the fucking aesthetic.

Even you, a star who paved the way for the Korean entertainment industry itself, aren’t used to this type of wealth.

Find her sitting on the ledge of the window frame. Wonyoung has her hands resting on the sides of the window frame. She doesn’t try at least a stance at nonchalance—no admiring stare at the beautiful view, no worried gaze at her clean fingernails. Her interest is you standing before her like you’re afraid to touch her. She might be right, but it’s not like you’d ever have it in you to admit that.

Even you, a man lusted over by girls and women all over the world, aren’t used to this kind of woman—the kind that eats away at you.

“Wonyoung.” Inside, you feel like the weakest man in the world.

She has this smarmy, confident smile on her perfect lips that tells you that it’s no surprise that you’ve come all the way here for her. No surprise at all. She expected it. Anticipated it, if you will.

Don’t mistake the coquettish float of her lashes for theatrics. No, Jang Wonyoung’s just naturally someone you’d want to fuck, no matter the politics of it. “Yes?”

Her voice is also just that pretty. That’s a large part of why it’s so hard to act professional in front of her when she’s your mentee. Even more so by the fact you’re someone she’s looked up to for the majority of her trainee years, which is already something that would make people’s brows lift.

“Wonyoung.” You let your shoulders rest. “Why are you still dressed like that?”

You know all the dialogue that passes around the general public. Oh, Jang Wonyoung’s so gorgeous! Jang Wonyoung’s even more beautiful in real life! You hate to say you can’t disagree. She’s deadlier in person; her body’s there before the glass like she’s waiting for someone to give in to temptation. That coy simper can ruin careers. It can ruin yours.

To think it all could be gone because of a nineteen-year-old celebrity with a tiny waist and legs you’d love to have around your head.

“Why are you still dressed like someone from the eighties?” Wonyoung taps her chin, then grins. She’s figured it all out. “Oh wait, you are.”

You’re not taking insults from someone who’s below you in experienced years and power. Unluckily, she’s not taking advice from someone above her or below her.

The step you take towards her, towards the little star seated comfortably waiting for you, feels like a sin.

“You’re incredibly unprofessional for a girl who’s worked her way up here,” you note. Cross your arms and give her a reprimanding look.

Wonyoung’s immune to nasty looks, too. She’s been doing this since she was a child. If someone gave her a glare that read all too well of a career assassination, she’d wink the bullet away sweetly. “Hm,” she says contemplatively, “I don’t think you get to say that, honestly.”

Your laugh is blunt and sarcastic. Unbelievable. Wonyoung’s the kindest girl according to the people who work for her, so why is she a rebel in your hands? It doesn’t make sense.

“Look here, we—”

You take three steps closer to her. You’ll keep your little rituals and superstitions to keep yourself grounded. Without them, you’d go insane.

Then without her having to do anything, she comes nearer, like a doomsday foretold by a ticking clock. Who knows? That clock could be a bomb, and that bomb would set off if you dare to touch her with a trembling fingertip. You’d leave the scene injured. And eventually, you’d die the moment they try to help you, because the deed’s been done.

“Oh, I’m looking, alright,” she chirps. She’s doing what you’ve held yourself back from doing: letting her eyes wander. “And I really, really like what I see.”

You’re someone several awards her senior, and you’re still quite intimidated by her at this moment. She’s so sweet yet so honest—she won’t make up a lie to make you feel better and she won’t hide the truth to make you comfortable. Refuse the truth her eyes locked on your crotch tell. You won’t accept it. It’s not right.

“I’m serious.” Approaching her makes you want to go on your knees and beg the lord for a little saving. Do it anyway. No one will rescue you. That’s what the industry taught you. “You’ve made it all the way up here. All by yourself. There’s gotta be something. What are you throwing it all away for?”

She laughs. Funniest thing she’s ever heard. “I’m not. How am I throwing it all away?”

“Those posts,” you hiss. Doesn’t she get it?

Before she could ask you what you’re talking about, you whip out your phone. Click on the app icon. It instantly shows you the opened tab containing Wonyoung’s recent Instagram posts. Look at her, wrapped in nothing, not even those curtains—giving the camera bedroom eyes when girls her age shouldn’t be shooting them at anyone or be aware of how to.

It’s already massed a million likes in under an hour. But you know what people who turn on anyone easily will say, and what they say could blot Wonyoung’s bright future by a lot. A million people around the world have caught sight of the abs she’s worked hard for, her toned back, and just about everything. A loud minority with frisky influences can sabotage her whole reputation.

“These posts,” you continue, shoving the screen into the poor girl’s face, “can take away everything you’ve worked for. All that fame, all that money, you can’t brag about them after this.”

Wonyoung looks on innocently. She stares at the screen with uninterested eyes, then switches them back on you. She looks like such a good girl in that second, with her hands seated beside her and that face so full of sparkling perfection.

Deception can’t lead you away.

“So, what’s it gonna be, Wonyoung?”

Long silence that builds up your frustration. Finally, she clicks her tongue. Gives you a shrug of her thin shoulders.

“You liked it.”

“What?”

She points to your phone. “You liked my post,” she repeats. “It says so right there.”

What the hell is she talking about?

You look at the device you’re brandishing. For a while, you can’t find out what she’s referring to. You can never take a liking to her posts, although if they switch on something you didn’t know you can feel. You’d die before—

The heart.

Wait.

The heart button below her set of pictures is filled with red.

Your heart pumps faster, a button pushed and played.

Fuck.

You turn to her and open your mouth. No sensible words come out. You swear you didn’t tap twice on her update or take it to a private setting. How did it happen? Worse, even if you say that to her, she’d take it as a pathetic lie.

Wonyoung giggles. It’s a tinkly sound that’s adorable, but you’ve long realized that being cute is not all there is to her. She rises slowly, sets her palms over your blazer-clad arms, and gives you an empathetic face. It’s so condescending that you want to dissolve.

“I know what men like you are all about,” she tells you. She speaks with a sultriness that makes you feel warm and has bumps appearing in masses across your skin.

She smiles. Her eyes disappear into crescent moons and the dimple appears on her cheek. You’re done for.

“Come on,” Wonyoung continues, squeezing your forearms. “Here you are, a big old man known for being a good singer or whatever. You’re so popular that the first thing that pops up on Naver is your face. Everything goes right for you, doesn’t it?”

You have no idea where she’s going with this. You’re afraid to even ask. Your teeth grit as her massages grow stronger, harder.

Something else is, too.

“Then, of course, you see me.”

Her hand. It’s curling around your wrist and bringing your fingers right around that flawless waist. She closes them there tightly.

It’s so bad that it’s good. You want to keep touching her, maybe slip your gliding fingers down her jeans. Oh, you shouldn’t. You can’t.

“You see me, and you get all hot and bothered. And what’s so funny is I’m not even doing anything. I’m just being myself, you know. Being young and rich… a beautiful girl…” Wonyoung is unbuttoning your shirt and you don’t realize it. “You can’t understand how I’m allowed to be this hot when you can’t even fuck me with a normal conscience.”

It’s all so wrong. You want to shake her by the shoulders and tell her to shut up. But if Medusa has her eyes, Wonyoung has her lips to turn you to stone. They keep opening elegantly to speak the filthiest, most fucked up shit, and you can’t deny anything.

Her eyes are creased with knowing pride. Her youth doesn’t rescue her from being so messed in the head already. Those thoughts don’t go along with such a pretty face.

“That’s why you like to get rough with me. You tell me to watch how I speak, watch how I act. You tell me to stop talking to you like you’re no one. You tell me that I’m such a little brat. But you only do that so you can get to control me. That’s your most fucked up dream, right?”

Her mouth is the tiniest space away from your chin.

You’re another word away from saving yourself a spot in damnation.

Her finger that scratches a flaw on your blazer beckons you to the fire. “You’re not breaking the law or anything,” says Wonyoung, “so why not break me instead, daddy?”

That’s a deal sealed with a rough kiss.

You grab her cruelly and cover her lips with yours. They’re more amazing than you imagined, soft and competent with how she pushes in deeper, depriving herself of the air she needs the most just to get what she needs just a bit more:

You.

Your tongues collide and clash, striving to get the most taste. She pulls your blazer off (because fuck professionalism, right?) while she kisses you with a hunger that’s equally mental and physical. It’s not like she’d bruise up if you didn’t get your hands on her yet it’s close to that.

And, in your case, it’s not like you’re breaking any law. She’s nineteen, not anywhere under the limits you’d kill others and yourself for touching. Nonetheless, you’re much older—by age, she could be your daughter; by career, she’s your junior; by power, you’re much stronger.

So, it’s still so wrong.

Can’t be when Wonyoung’s fist, firm around your cock, feels so right.

Can’t be when she lands on the edge of the bed with her lips parted in delight as she watches your dick stiffen under her service.

“There you go, daddy,” she coos, smirking. “Just get all hard for me, then you can stuff that big thing up in my pussy.”

Her thumb toys with your cockhead. You purse your lips to hold back a groan. Let go of it anyway when her smooth, closed palm rubs your sensitive flesh. She cups your balls lovingly before gliding her teasing fingertips under your length, right up to your tip. The girl knows how to do this; she’s good at more things other than MCing and performing.

Wonyoung hones this skill with firmer pumps, giving you the handjob of a lifetime. Her long fingers are just made to handle dick. Each stroke is perfection that holds and pulls and slides. You’re leaking so much already.

So you turn into the driver of the hate train, the press that loves getting her bad angles and the articles that slash up her name:

Blame it all on her.

Because you have here a girl, young and pretty and confident, so of course you have to scrape off your sins and nail them all on her, like a quivering hand to wood.

“You think you’re getting it that easily?” you say. Your moan is squeezed in your throat. “Baby, you’re not even close to it.”

Wonyoung smirks. It’s that self-assured, elegant smile that tells you that won’t work on her. She might be a rookie, but she knows how to play the game.

She tightens her grip painfully. That’s what you get for trying to one her up. Do that to anyone, just not Jang Wonyoung. Your cry goes unheard as she yanks you rather than jerks you off. Spits on your head for good measure. Wonyoung’s eyes make a connection with your soul and says, Yep, that’s what I’d do if you weren’t my senior. In fact, I’d do it regardless. I’d choke and spit and leave you to die, because a pretty Samaritan is better than a good one.

“You’re really out of touch, daddy.”

With Wonyoung slathering her drool all over you, you’re forced to teeter on the line between heaven and hell. It burns yet the offer of pleasure leaves you sated.

“You think I’m like the pretty girls out there? Other girls might have broken down and begged you to come back.”

Your rod is subjected to a brief torrid kiss, then a smile as the wicked girl looks up at you.

She laughs, gives you this smile full of haught and womanly power. “Too bad I’m Jang Wonyoung,” she says, her last words before taking you in.

Yes, it’s too bad she’s Jang Wonyoung. It’s too bad she’s not the other girls who’d kneel for a burning touch of stars like you. She wouldn’t be holding control over you with the power of her lips if she had sanity in that pretty head.

Her plump tiers wrap around you and seize everything, encasing it in softness and wetness. Her tongue, the one she uses as a killer expression for her selfies and Instagram updates, kills you all the same with how it swirls around your skin and tastes you. Trying to pretend the girl wasn’t a pro at this like she is with everything else is useless. She’ll keep proving you wrong and overpowering you.

The whole of your shaft is sucked in, then, when her cute nose is pressed directly to your stomach, she lets out a hummed laugh. You shudder—as much as it makes you feel good, fear grips your muscles and makes them limp. She’s loving how wrong everything is, and you’re not sure if you like it.

Her jaw slacks, and then Wonyoung’s swallowing you like you’re water. Can’t be water when you’re this solid in her throat. You let out a shivering groan. You can picture the bulge in Wonyoung’s neck and it’s the last thing you’d count on turning you on, but they did tell you to expect the unexpected.

Her saliva becomes excessive, resulting in some dribbles down her chin that help her work her mouth on you. Wonyoung’s drool sheens you entirely and she keeps adding more. On the occasion she pushes her face into your stomach, your cock gets wetter. She does, too.

“Fuck.” Cussing won’t help deter the onslaught of pleasure. You’re unsalvageable. Say it anyway. You babble meaningless, slurred words and not one gets to Wonyoung. All she can hear is the sound of your quivering moans and her mouth taking you all in.

She becomes less of an idol, less of the elegant princess for the cameras, and instead a fleshlight. However, she reminds you that it isn’t that way with a fierce sneer that stays on at all times. She’s not your girl—she’s Jang Wonyoung, and you’re already incredibly lucky that she chose to go down on you.

All that beautiful hair isn’t of any purpose if you don’t get to touch it, to gather it in a ponytail, to pull on it. Your fingers creep into her brown locks not only to give it a little meaning but also for sanity.

That isn’t a thing in Wonyoung’s world. She pulls your hand off and slaps it on your side. “No,” she says with a shake of her head. “Daddy can’t touch me, not when he’s pretending that he’s hot shit.”

Her nails bury themselves in your hips. Oh, the manicured talons of a gorgeous monster. Oh, the pain that runs through your sides. Should you run before she devours you? Too late for that.

“Wonyoung,” you breathe, and then ask, genuinely: “What the hell is wrong with you?”

She’s so proper and serene on her shows that not even her most desperate fan would think she’s a terror. They don’t know she’s a girl who likes older, weaker men who’d ruin her if she hasn’t the pretty face and attractively black heart to do them the favor instead.

“What’s wrong with you?”

You’d respond if you knew the answer.

Wonyoung rubs her thumb under your dick, sending little sparks aflying. “Why’d you kiss me earlier?” Her lipstick decorates it as a kinder girl would to your face. “Why didn’t you grab my hair and tell me to be a good girl? Why didn’t you leave? It’s not my fault you want to fuck me.”

All these words of destruction and your cock remains standing. It’s a staunch reminder to her that you can say whatever you want and the hard evidence remains. You want to fuck Wonyoung. You want to do it to a rookie who’d turn the story around on you if it ever came out. You want to fuck her so bad it’s borderline pitiable.

“I’m just giving you what you want, daddy.” Her fingers caress your sides. “Trust me, I could be a very good girl if I wanted to.”

You almost didn’t believe that until Wonyoung started to suck you off again.

Her lips stroke you effortlessly as if this were her pastime. That’s your most accurate guess, because this seamless performance—the one of her mouth working on you with the impression that this whole thing is nothing to her—can’t be a natural gift. The combination of dripping saliva and her soft lips is lethal.

It’s unbelievable how she manages to find all your tender spots. She preys on them, licking and licking until you’re very sure you were going to blow all over her. But you can’t give her that satisfaction.

You’re very close to doing so though. She’s perfectly sloppy and rough. You glare at her when she lightly teases her teeth on your girth. She winks at you in response. She leaves you breathless in so many ways.

“Wonyoung, Wonyoung, god—” you whine. It’s so hard to adapt to the girl sitting there with that innocent face and wild mouth that doesn’t dare give up on you.

Her expressions on camera are always poised. Off camera, there’s this one she flashes you as she shoves her face into your stomach that looks downright evil. Although she’s already fucking you with her throat, Wonyoung partners it with strong suction that’s sure to drain you.

“Yes, daddy?” She doesn’t pant when she goes up for air, replacing her sucking with her long fingers.

“I’m really close,” you admit. It’s obvious from your shaking legs.

Sounds of returned wet suction start to increase. Criticism and compliments prod Wonyoung on. How else would she improve in her idol life? In blowing you? In devouring you?

You realize you’re fitting the cliché. There’s you, an idol whose name is uttered on the daily by both young and old fans, igniting a scandal in the making by fucking a girl beneath you in everything. There’s this expensive suite where stars go for a little precious privacy to do what they want. There’s the two of you doing exactly what you desire: fucking each other. There’s the classic maneater trope with how it’s more like Wonyoung fucking you—she fucks you with her face, fucks you in the head, fucks with your righteousness. Well, fuck.

Wonyoung drools so much that you’re invited to a sea the moment your head pushes past her tongue again. It’s slicker, sloppier, and so much sexier because she’s so completely devoted to your cock. Her hypnotizing eyes trap you and so does her body, tight and tiny—that tummy is flatter than a board and only thin panties hide what her long legs lead to from the bottom.

The only time she stops sucking you is when she darts her tongue side to side with an unhinged pace on your sensitive tip. “Good. Cum in my throat.”

“Shit, god, I can’t—”

Wonyoung attacks you again, and there, in her warm orifice, your plentiful orgasm spends itself. Her throat welcomes you tightly every time. Her hot restricted breaths fan your groin and evokes more semen that spills with no care.

Your hands ball into fists. Although you’re hot and shaking, you can’t touch her. Why are you following her rules when it should be the other way around? It’s a reversal of roles, a Stockholm’s Syndrome of some sorts whose victim is your cock never wanting to leave from the predatory embrace of Wonyoung’s puckered kiss.

Of course, after she gathers all of your cum in the pool of her mouth, she swallows.

She really could be a good girl.

“Awh.” Wonyoung pouts mockingly. “Daddy, are you crying?”

Touch your face. To your horror, she’s right. The electricity and shock of her continuous blowjob results in a few tears on your cheeks. You haven’t done that in years. Wonyoung is the first one to make you cry like this.

You flush. What more to hide your weakness than anger? “Wonyoung,” you start, then you realize you don’t know what to say, “I—you—”

She smiles. You aren’t going anywhere.

She shoves you to the bed. You’ve reached rock bottom in spite of the softness of the quality pillows. You’ll scrape your way out if not for Wonyoung finishing the job by keeping you there assisted by her legs. They close around you with not even a courtesy false promise of an escape. No negotiation, no coaxes.

Wonyoung is sitting on your crotch but not on your dick, which is a problem. Which is a solution. Her hands are pinned to your chest while you try not to meet her eyes. It’s a losing game when your runaway glances are met by her grinding hips, silky thighs, and the hard, flexing abs of a perfection of a midriff.

Her fingers tug on the waistband of her panties before slowly slipping them off. Her pink pussy clear of blemish or hair comes in contact with your length. Up and down she goes, her dancing hips always seeking for more friction. You understand their need because you share the same—Wonyoung’s splayed lips on your member feel heavenly. It’s kind of disappointing that she might as well have climbed her way out of hell.

If she did, she’s the prettiest little devil you’ve ever seen.

“Ohhh, don’t you get it?” Wonyoung asks. She moves so smoothly, you nearly forget she’s humping you rather than dancing. Her soft moan brings you back. It’s the first time you’ve heard it, and you’re melting; it sounds so seductive and innocent in the same breath.

You know her. She knows you. So it’s clear: Jang Wonyoung can be anything—supermodel, actress, dancer—but she cannot ever be innocent.

Her gorgeous voice is silky when it twists into moans and gasps. Looking down at your crotches meeting and swaying is a better show than end-of-the-year performances. The blowjob and commanding you around must have turned her on by a lot—her flesh is hot and wanton with juices as it slides up and down you.

“You’re not going anywhere, daddy!” Wonyoung giggles. She kisses your nose, then your chest until her lipstick marks you. You burn up with feverish lust after each peck. “Daddy is only Wonyoung’s. And I knew your perfect cock would be mine when I posted those pics. I know men like daddy would do anything for me.”

“Wonyoung.” Breathe again, because you’ll need to after this, so why not do it now? “Why are you doing this?”

You thought her flirtatiousness in your office was just her coyness coming out to play. She’d rest her chin on your desk, suck a red lollipop on some days, maybe run her fingertips over your knuckles. Day in and out, she plays the same game. You didn’t know it would reach this level.

“Because I want to mess you up, daddy,” Wonyoung says. Her tongue swipes at the cavern of your mouth right until she nibbles at your lower lip. Her lipstick peppers your face. “I want to fuck my daddy up so bad he’ll never go a day without thinking of me.”

Swallow. The friction of your sexes is driving you crazy and close to the edge. All the same, you don’t want to make a fool of yourself cumming early for Wonyoung.

What happened to your dynamics? Your relationship? There wasn’t a romantic one, but it was always you holding the reins professionally and her just being an insistent passenger. Now she’s wrapping that rein around your neck and claiming you for her own. Looks like you have control everywhere excluding the bed.

“That’s it?” you ask. Shut your eyes—just seeing her grind on you with her utterly wet cunt can make you bust. “Your career doesn’t matter to you?”

“I could say the same thing to you.” Wonyoung lifts herself up and flashes that wicked smile again. “But I want to feel this in me before you wimp out.”

You and Wonyoung fall down a bottomless hole of consequence and wrongs but Wonyoung makes sure to bottom out the first time she sits on your dick. She engulfs you whole and traps you there with her soaked, grippy walls that slide all the way down.

You’d say her pussy has a vise grip, holding onto you like all goes wrong if it didn’t, except you think it has the grip of a vice. Need for her juices that coat you replaces the need for alcohol. Even if you get out of this suite alive, (which is a low possibility), you can see yourself always coming back for more. You could be addicted to anything—smoking, eating, cheating—but it just so happened your vice is Wonyoung.

“Daddy!” she yelps, and from there you can’t count the times she slams her cute butt down your thighs. “Oh my god, daddy!”

Her dainty, cute yells make you throb inside her. Perhaps it’s the kittenish quality of it that turns you on so much. She sounds so appealing, so fucking ruinable that it’s surprising to see that she’s doing the ruining here. Her expression in bed is more animated than the ones she makes onstage—her nearly closed eyes look upwards while her mouth falls open.

The squeeze of her tight, wet cunt renders your knees weak. It’s a good thing you’re lying down. Wonyoung makes sure you stay that way by penetrating herself with you over and over again. Her being barely a weight on you doesn’t stop you from lying there uselessly. You know better by now not to challenge her, not when each time you enter her vagina is better than the last. Her pussy is slippery and tight, proving to be the smallest and the best fit for your shaft simultaneously. Her hole is too tight and too good.

“Is this all for me, daddy? Huh?” Wonyoung circles her hips, making you moan, then continues her up-and-down movements. “You’re so hard, you naughty daddy. I know you got a b-boner when you looked at my posts. Now I’m giving you another one.”

You always thought of Wonyoung as justifiably confident yet arrogant. She told you once at your desk that she doesn’t deserve a stylist who only has a four-star rating. She lamented about the lack of competence of her staff preparing her comeback stage. All those you turned down to give the topics of her complaints the benefit of the doubt, but you know she’s right. She doesn’t deserve less when she’s better than the best. She doesn’t deserve less when she knows her place: a royal throne. So you can’t deny that she’s too hot to handle, undiscriminating to you whose connections always have impossibly beautiful women somewhere in there.

She’s so hot that her small breasts bouncing from behind that denim bra and tube top looks appealing. She’s so hot that the heat between her legs grows wetter. She’s so hot that when her soft ass crashes down on you again, you don’t find it a repetitive bore.

She’s so hot that you’d let the slim, tall girl use you until dusk turns to dawn, even if the curtains behind her are drawn apart and the secret cameras get to snap a photo.

“Shit, Wonyoung,” you say, your core squeezing. “You’re so fucking tight.”

“I bet you’ve thought about this, daddy. You thought that one night, I’ll be so bad that you could book us a whole hotel and fuck me in all the rooms, just like this one. I’m right, aren’t I?”

“Yes, fuck yes.”

“You wanted to open my legs and use my little pussy all day long, huh? Until I’m yours to throw around and do whatever?”

“Y-yes.” Nod. Your face twists—she shouldn’t speak when she’s fucking you because all the filth she says makes you want to blow inside her already. It’s the kind of truth that arouses rather than hurts.

Wonyoung’s riding switches to a rapid intensity that makes you yell. She lets you in so deep to the point that her butt cheeks touch your heavy balls. She’ll drain them for sure; the pace she sets is terrifyingly quick. It seems that she becomes tighter after each bounce, and it’s not helping you hold out at all.

Watch the wildness in Wonyoung’s eyes become animalistic. It makes you all the more certain now of one solid fact: there is something seriously wrong with Jang Wonyoung.

She smirks. “Well, you got it wrong. I’m not all yours, daddy.” She leans down, resting her palms on your shoulders. “You are all mine.”

Her hands might as well be a chained collar waiting to close around your neck. Her devilish simper is supposed to scare you, not turn you on. Somehow, it does both.

She flicks back her hair as she sits up again. Through it all, her riding doesn’t stop. “This cock?” she asks before slamming her pussy down it with a different kind of ferociousness. Cry out but she shuts you up with a furious kiss. “It’s gonna be my dirty secret. I’ll always go to daddy after my schedules so I can make him cum—over and over again.”

To think that a young girl like her has you at her beck and call is laughable, but there’s no laughing now. As you stare at Wonyoung’s fluid body and her hair bouncing beautifully, you realize she actually can have you for herself. It only took one Instagram post to lure you to her. She sees you’re falling deeper and deeper for her.

She didn’t exactly tell you how to escape.

“You gonna cum, daddy? Is my perfect pussy milking you?”

You can do nothing except nod.

“Of course, I can feel you throbbing, i-it’s making me lose it,” gasps Wonyoung. Her whines are making you lose it yourself. “Let’s cum together, okay? You can only cum when you feel Wonyoung squirt all over your massive cock.”

She squeezes tighter on top of you when she reaches down to rub her clit. She’s in search of any kind of stimulation: the slap of her ass on your thighs, the upward shoves of your erection, the pulse of her clit. Her moans increase in their whiny girlishness. Their tender vulnerability makes you think she should be the one underneath your body though you’re aware that’s never going to happen. Wonyoung belongs on top, just the same with her name in first place in the list of brand reputation rankings, browser searches, followers.

Once upon a time, you took charge over her. You managed her lessons, her videos, her behind-the-scenes duties. Funny how it’s the opposite now, wherein she jounces on you freely with the domineering message of caution: don’t cum until she does.

And god, is she making that hard. Everything about her is so attractive, from the bounce of her hair to her midriff showing your entering cock to her pretty pink pussy clutching you. What gets you, however, is her face—everyone loves looking at that face. Today, you’re under an aphrodisiac for it: you’re in love with the roll of her eyes as she rides you, the pink on her cheeks, the part of her lips.

“Fuck yes! Ugh, daddy, you feel so good inside me…” Wonyoung’s core clenches and slides your penis along its textured, sensitive walls. Her gasp is straight out of fantasies. “You’re balls deep, see? Look how your meat’s filling me. My pussy’s going to be so sore after this.” She chuckles. “Wait, who says we’re stopping?”

You shudder. You’re getting very close. Your earlier orgasm still has its effects on you. You’re afraid you’re going to do something you shouldn’t under her bedroom law. She’ll imprison you with her thighs and waterboard you with all the girl cum she promised until you confess that she’s the best fuck you ever had.

“Daddy’s going to cum so hard he’s probably going to breed me. Then I’ll, oh, I’ll feel it inside my tummy and it’s going to be a scandal. Wouldn’t you like that? Getting to knock up Jang Wonyoung? I can hear you moaning. I think you really like that. I think that’s why you’re thrusting up in me. You want to be a real daddy and make your baby girl a mommy. That’s so fucked up, you know that, right? You shouldn’t be having sex with me, let alone breeding me. But you’re a fucking weak old man, so of course you like that.”

You’re burning up. They’re the signs of what’s to come. If her confident words inspire her young fans, her monologues of lust make you feel like you’re the worst person in the world. Of course, the boner is part of the effect.

You groan. “Wonyoung, baby girl, please—”

“Oh god, daddy, I’m going to cum!” she squeals. Her emotions control her and tell her to go harder, bounce harder, squeeze harder. She’s pushing past her limits. “Agh, agh, you’re cumming, too, right? Cum for me. You’ll be—fuck, my daddy’s going to make me cum! I’m squirting all over his cock!”

She slams herself down roughly and repeatedly till your lower body’s flooded with her cum. You can’t take it anymore. It feels like dying because you swear you can see stars in the ceiling, stars of lust in her eyes. La petite mort. How poetic, since Wonyoung’s screaming still sounds as beautiful as her singing and speaking.

Her shouts are close to breaking the windows’ glass. Anyone can figure out what’s happening without the destruction of the pane—the curtains are wide open, letting the world see the youngest icon of the new generation pumping herself onto her co-worker.

You wonder if there’s actually poor watchers out there seeing you cream Wonyoung’s princess pussy, grab her ass to guide her, and kiss her when she leans down.

Wonyoung tastes the best when she’s squirting.

Consequences always catch up no matter what. You can hide under a cloak, in another country, underneath the earth in a secluded bunker and all that won’t help. You’ll be stuck dealing with the outcome, thorns from a rose you thought was too pretty to have some.

That’s the first thing you remember when you wake up, wrapped in the bed sheets and by Wonyoung’s arms. Someone’s calling you. Bad news: it’s your boss—the ringtone itself sounds angry, too.

“Hello?” you ask. You can’t help the grogginess of your morning voice, try as you may. If your boss didn’t know what happened, he can perfectly guess from the exhaustion riddling your greeting.

“You dumb little shit.” You can feel the spittle of your boss’ insult from miles away, cities away, screens away. “You’re lucky I’m friends with the fucking CEO.”

“What happened?”

“Don’t give me that. Some janitor saw you from the wing. I needed to hear it from you: did you fuck Jang Wonyoung?”

Unexpectedly, a veiny hand you remember holding something else grabs your phone. Wonyoung leans against your shoulder wearing nothing as she holds the phone to her ear.

“Why?” she quips, loud and clear. “Wouldn’t you?”

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I have a fic in mind that could probably be a series if you wanted. But what if while Reid was in prison the BAU hired someone (reader) in his place. Reader spent those three months putting in overtime in order to help his team get Spencer free. By the end of it all they knew more about Spencer than themselves and accidentally fell in love with Spencer without meeting him. What they didn’t know was that their team was telling Spencer all about them and even gave him a picture of them. Spencer would fall in love with reader as well and when they finally meet when he returns to the BAU they’re all nervous around each other but it doesn’t take long for them to become very close

Can be GN or not

Being taken in by the BAU was something many would be ecstatic about, but considering the circumstances you were asked to join was something out of a nightmare. One of the best agents on the team was wrongfully imprisoned and everyone was scrambling to get him out.

As your unit chief gave you a rundown of how everything works on your first day she also talked a bit about the so-called genius that was behind bars for all the wrong reasons.

“Agent Reid was arrested for the murder of a woman, but he was framed and we’re all doing our best to try and get him freed as soon as possible. We’re hoping that a fresh set of eyes can maybe catch onto something we haven’t yet.”

Although Emily’s mannerisms seemed confident you could see the fear in her eyes. From what you’d heard of so far Spencer was loved by everyone, he was a gentle man and a place like jail would only be disastrous for him.

“I may not know him but I assure you that I will work just as hard as the rest of the team to bring him back.”

The gentle smile on Emily’s face warmed your heart. You were excused and you walked back to the rest of the team where you all continued working on the case.

As the weeks passed the case for Spencer’s freedom grew and so did the bags under your eyes. You’d stay up for hours after work was finished digging for more evidence and you always ended up finding more than you bargained for. At times Penelope would come join you to keep you company and because she wasn’t able to sleep knowing the circumstances one of her closest friends was in. She was known for her bubbly & positive persona and every night spent with her made you a bit more hopeful. She would tell stories of what Spencer was like and you found that the both of you had a lot in common. Penelope also talked about the habits Spencer had, like how he wore mismatched socks and you found it endearing. Penelope would also pull up pictures of the team throughout the years and every time she pointed to Spencer you felt your heart skip a beat. Even though it was just pictures through a screen you swore you felt the man’s brown eyes look through your soul. How was it that a man you’ve never even met, a man you’ve never even spoken to had such an affect on you?

What you didn’t know though is that you weren’t the only one. As each team member got their visiting times with Spencer you always came up in the conversation, how you’d stay in the office for hours racking your brain or how a little joke you’d made completely by accident that had the whole team laughing. Spencer’s smile grew every time whenever he’d hear stories about you and knowing that someone who didn’t even know him put in so much time and effort to help him get out of the hell hole that he was in, made it a bit more bearable.

After three long months Spencer was finally proven innocent and was a free man again. The day he was finally back at the BAU everyone crowded him and gave him a hug. You stood by the sidelines and watched as everyone welcomed back their coworker and friend, they all seemed so relieved that the whole ordeal was over.

As Spencer let go of Penelope as they finished their hug, Spencer saw you from the corner of his eye and looked over at you. Your breath hitched and you took a step closer.

“Spence this is Y/N, they are the agent I talked about,” JJ said and glanced between the both of you.

“Nice to finally meet you Agent Reid.”

“You too and please, it’s Spencer.”

You nodded and both of you imitated the same awkward smile.

As time passed and everything settled into the way it was before, you and Spencer got closer to one another over time. You two took the time to have coffee together on breaks and you’d listen intently as Spencer started to talk about something he’d recently learned, whether it be about mold or human noses it was always interesting for you.

Sometimes he’d even take the time to walk you home even though you lived in the complete opposite direction to him, but he didn’t mind it as long as he got to spend a little extra time with you.

One late night as you were both walking back to your place it started pouring rain and Spencer took off his jacket and put it over both of your heads to try and shield you both from the rain. As you hurried inside your house you both laughed.

“How am I going to make it home in this weather?”

“You can stay here for the night.”

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna be a bother.”

“Oh shush, I wouldn’t have offered it if I didn’t mind.”

After switching to comfier clothes, fetching Spencer a towel to dry off and making some tea, the two of you sat on the couch chatting about the events of the day.

You glanced over at Spencer and saw that the ends of his hair had curled up due to the rain and you couldn’t help but think that it only added to his beauty.

“What’re you looking at?”

“Oh um nothing, your hair is just, nice,” you slapped yourself mentally and a part of you died inside as you heard Spencer chuckle.

“Your hair is nice too.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah,” Spencer leaned over and tucked a piece behind your ear and your eyes followed along at the movement. Your eyes met and you held back a nervous laugh as you realized how close you both were.

“I don’t think I ever thanked you.”

“For what?”

“Everything, you didn’t even know me and yet gave up so much to help me. So thank you.”

You chuckled and glanced down, “Anyone would do the same.”

“I don’t think so,” Spencer leaned in closer and you felt his breath on your face. He rested his hand on your cheek and turned you closer to him.

“May I?”

You glanced from his eyes to his lips and leaned in slowly, a moment later your lips met.

After a moment you parted and chuckled slightly, “That’s one way of saying thank you.”

Spencer laughed lightly and a grin broke out on his face, “I guess you can say that yeah.”

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1-800-local-slut · 4 months

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Decisions

Rio x Black! Fem! Reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, sad ending, lies and deceit, mentions of drug and alcohol abuse, broken family, break ups, arguing, reader has a bad mom, mention of smut, kinda creepy Rio, abusive childhood, suicidal thoughts, recreational drug use, mentions of sex but no smut, Rio calls Beth annoying but make no mistake I love me some Beth, slight canon divergence, not proof read we die like men 💪🏾

Rio get’s close to the reader, due to him having an issue with her mother. He falls for her and they start dating but 8 months into their relationship she finds out the first six months of their relationship was a lie. She realizes she can’t trust him and dumps him.

PSA: The reader has an abusive mother and no father, there's only one mention of the reader getting punched in the face. If that's something that would trigger you then please don't read for your own sake

Please let me know if you guys enjoy!

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When he saw her for the first time, it was dark out. She was standing under the streetlight, waiting for her bus and Rio was standing in the bushes behind her. The light above made her luminescent, giving her dark skin and gorgeous glow. He didn't even know why it shocked him to see her there. He had been waiting for her after all.

It was a chilly April night, she was shivering. Rubbing her hands together and exhaling a puff of cold air. He even remembered thinking that it was weird how cold it was for April. She held her phone in her hand, her headphones lightly bled music. Rio could've stared at her all day, if only he wasn't here on business.

He needed to put some pressure on someone and this was how it needed to be done. Stepping out of the bush, Rio slid close to the target of the evening.

His eyes scanned her up and down, looking for some sort of entry point. She didn't notice him, he wasn't standing too close to her yet. With a final scan, he noticed the Jordan high tops that hugged her feet. Perfect.

Taking another step, a bigger step, he made sure his presence was known. Her eyes glanced up at him, a natural response. She carefully observed him, like she was deciding if she should take a large step away or just ignore him. The leaking music shut off and Rio fought back a smile. Best not to freak her out. It was time to finally put things into motion.

"Those shoes are nice, I was looking for a pair for my cousins quince gift but I couldn't find any in her size." Of course there was no way to start a conversation with a woman this late at night in t he middle of nowhere waiting for a bus without sounding like a creep but Rio was pressed for time.

She raised an eyebrow, and glance him up and down before she glanced at the time. Checking how much time before the bus came, smart.

"Thanks. I picked them up last week." Curt and to the point. Rio admired how quickly she went on the defense.

"They suit you. The color I mean. If you don't mind can I ask where you brought those? I just moved here, and I don't know where anything is." Her plump lips pushed into a straight line as if she was contemplating.

Mentally, he willed her to just go for it. Just take the bait, so the guy he had in the bushes who was about to take a few pictures for evidence could get something.

"Yeah, you just have to head to the store on 83rd. There's a place called Sole Symphony. You can get a good deal if you talk to the right person.

"Oh I passed that place on my drive in. I'm Rio, by the way." Extending his palm, Rio heard the bus pulling up behind them. Sure, he knew her name already. But what if he wanted to know more than just her name?

As she placed her hand in his and said her name, the doors of the bus slid open behind the two.

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"Baby what do you want to eat?" She was leaning on the arm of the couch, while Rio rested his head on her lap. Clad in one of Rio's black t-shirts, and a pair of his boxers that outlined that ass he worshipped. Under the lights of her living room, she still looked radiant.

"What, you can't cook?" Rio teased, only to be playfully swatted on his head.

"Stop being annoying, I'm ordering dinner because someone's stupid self forgot to go to the grocery store."

"I forgot to go because you wanted to play around all day, so had to I come home and handle business." Rio smiled, a true smile. A smile he hadn't had in a really really long time. She giggled and bent her face closer to his, and hummed. She rubbed her thumb over his forehead, in a way that made Rio shudder.

"I only did that because you finished all my weed and then got me the wrong strain. So maybe that's your fault?" Rio rolled his eyes playfully, and accepted the soft kiss she planted on his lips.

It filled him with a warm, thick feeling. If someone made love into soup, it was filling his stomach at this very moment. Giving him a full, heavy feeling that Rio never wanted to lose. After a second they pulled apart and Rio stared deeply into her eyes. She did the same, like she could see Rio baring his soul to her.

Every now and again though, he remembered though that this was merely temporary. He never, and he cannot stress how much he means never, let himself fall for someone he was using for business. Still, some rules were meant to be broken.

Whenever he remembered that fact, when he remembered that once his debt was settled with her mother (the whole reason he approached her at that bus station in the first place), his heart died a bit.

The past four months had been nothing but a mix of stress and bliss. Stress, the stress of accidentally hurting the person who broke into his heart. Bliss, from laying with her just like this. Every night, or going to dinner with her. How six months could change a man so much was beyond him. Just being with her, even if it was technically for leverage. Though he would never hurt her.

Still, if she knew, it would hurt her more than anything. It would be like a knife, piercing her heart before twisting and causing her to bleed out unstoppably.

Realistically, speaking anyone would be. If you knew your drug addict mother got herself in too deep and your boyfriend was only with you for leverage against her, you'd be pretty cut up about it, wouldn't you?

The drug addict mother, who started exhibiting psychotic jealousy at what seemed like the moment you turned 12 , and who punched you in the mouth after you refused to be nice to her new boyfriend, who you fought so hard to get away from after your nightmare of a childhood? Who told you everyday that not only were you not shit but you'd never be shit? The mother you don't even tell people you have, like the father you never met?

How would you feel to find out that after fighting your entire life just to live a life that wasn't filled with filth, bearing your entire being to someone (the only one who knew the truth), that finally when you found happiness none of it was real? All because of the mother who you don't even acknowledge, after fighting tooth and nail to get as far as you could from, was still giving you grief.

It killed Rio to know all of this too. To see the scars that she trusted him enough to explain. To explain why she's afraid to have children of her own, to understand what made her into the beautiful, strong and confident woman she turned into too. How could Rio hurt someone who accepted him so wholly?

It made him sick to think about. Honestly, he felt like a toxic rapper who does his woman wrong and everyone but her seems to know. He felt like the definition of shit.

"...be?"

"Huh?"

"Is thai food alright with you, babe?"

"Yeah. Yeah sorry I just dosed off for a moment." Just like that, her voice was like a light shinning through the dark. Her face reflected concern, and she ran a manicured nail over his cheek. On instinct he clasped her hand in his.

"What's wrong with you?" Her voice an even whisper. He wanted to tell her. He wanted to tell her literally everything, and he meant everything. Everything about himself, not the partly fabricated tale he told her about his life for the sake of keeping her at an arms length.

Closing his eyes for a moment, Rio gave a small chuckle.

"Nah just thinking about you mamas." Rio smirked up at her and saw her playful eye roll.

"Boy, if you don't do something with yourself." She laughed with a the smile he'd fallen in love with, pinching him on his chest and he winced before letting out a laugh. Rio grabbed his pants from the side of the couch where he hastily threw them when he came home to 'handle business'. Pulling out his wallet, he plucked his credit card out of the folds. He chuckled and handed it to her, where it was gracefully accepted. Within seconds, Rio felt like he could feel the money being pulled from his heart and his card.

"I'm gonna go take a shower, you keep an ear out for the food." She announced, slipping out from underneath him and leaving his head to connect with the couch.

"Without me though?" He watched her walk out of the living room and to her bathroom, sliding the boxers off in the process. If anything she was relentless in her desire to tease him.

"Don't be gross." She chastised, tossing her shirt off behind her and Rio admired her perfect body before she was out of sight and the door behind her closed.

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"Flowers?" Beth raised an eyebrow at the large bundle in the back of his car. Rio glanced back, the flowers and immediate reminder of what was waiting for him right after this. He couldn't even fight the grin. This girl had him feeling butterflies, kicking his feet and giggling when she wasn't even there and it was only eight months.

"For my lady." It was Fall now. The changing leaves reminded Rio of his changing heart, his changing mind. How he changed so much in the last eight months in so many ways that he couldn't even describe.

Coming up on their eight month anniversary and Rio wasn't even close to playing when it came to celebrating. That big ass bouquet was just the first part. He had a pair of matching necklaces for the two of them, a set of twin cuban links with a nice romantic saying, 'Semper Fidelis' (Always Faithful) carved into them.

Especially since his relationship with Beth had been a recent source of anger between the two. In all fairness, Rio told her he was involved in the stock market, which technically wasn't a lie. She knew he did something illegal though and didn't seem to care as long as neither of them got arrested.

What he didn't explain was what a big tittied white woman was doing calling his phone in the middle of the night and why she sounded so upset when she answered instead of him. Or why there were so many calls between the two of them when Rio was at work when Rio requested she don't blow his phone up when he's at work. Or why when he came home early to have lunch with her he had to leave in the middle because Beth had been blowing his phone up during their entire meal.

Honestly though, Rio knew better than to trip about it. Shit, Rio knew he wasn't even feeling Beth's annoying ass like that. If it was him, some dude called his girl in the middle of the night then had the audacity to sound annoyed when HE answered the phone? He would've flown off the handle before the call even hung up. He'd be out of bed, pulling up his pants and boxers, grabbing his gun and his keys and half way into his shoes.

"You have a girlfriend?" Beth asked, eyes bugging out of her head, mouth open in shock. Why did she look like a salmon?

"You sound shocked. I got game, Elizabeth. Anyways, about your issue tell your FBI man that I hit or whatever." Pushing down the button, she still sat there gaping at him.

"What...?" She blinked, hushing her voice as if someone was gonna hear them. Part of him wanted to tell her to get the fuck out so he could get the fuck home. But in the past eight months, he learned how to have a bit more patience.

"Tell him we made love." Wiggling his eyebrows he made a motion for her to get out of his vehicle and she made her way out. Thank God.

Turning on his engine he winded down the window of the passenger window.

"Make me sound good." And with that he was gone.

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As crazy and inebriated as her momma was for most of her childhood, sometimes she was smart. Like when she taught her how to fight when those girls at school wanted to jump her. Like when she taught her and her sisters to never and she meant NEVER leave your sister in a pinch no matter whats going on between you three. When she taught her how to hot wire a car, and especially when to know if a man was lying.

There were more life lessons, like how to make a crack pipe on the go or how to hide from the police but what can you really learn from someone who was drunk as shit most of your life?

So imagine how shocked and confused she was when she realized 'dang. my momma was right, all niggas are liars.' because her boyfriend had been lying to her their entire relationship? Was it lying or omission? Was she gonna pack her shit and leave without a word to his no-good-low-down-lying-scheming-dirty-bastard self, or put hands on him and go to jail? Lots of decisions for a girl to make in one night. One thing she did decide on the moment she got that phone call from her mom this morning, and got those photos that were taken that first night they met: it was over.

She wished all she felt was anger but that was a lie. With Rio, no Christopher, things were easy. She really was in love, he made her heart swell up like a balloon. When she was at her worse, he was right there and understood and helped her in the best way he could. Understood her anger, understood her sadness. Whatever choice she made, he stood behind it no matter what. He wasn't the type of guy (maybe he could've been, it was clear that she had no clue who he really was) to just sit there and act like he always knew better than you. No, he listened to her, gave her an ear and when she asked for it advice.

This hurt. This wasn't just sadness and betrayal, it was despair. To know that after she fought to get away from her mother. After she got up, walked out that house with nothing but the clothes on her back and said 'if i'm homeless i'm homeless, but its better than being with you' and never saw her again it was only because of that woman that she met someone who she was so head over heels for.

Because of that woman she was sitting here, heart broken. She was sitting here, after sobbing her eyes out in disbelief, after deleting every single picture of the two out of her phone. She was sitting here drowning in rage and betrayal. No. No for once, she couldn't put all the blame on her.

Christopher made the choice to play in her face. He made the choice to waste eight months of her life. To lie, and say he loved her like would be the only woman for him. He probably was cheating on her with that white bitch (with a name like Elizabeth she had to be) and they were probably laughing at her for the past eight months cuddled up together. He made the choice and she fell for it. Outside, the lights of his car pulling up roused some sort of rage deep inside of her. A little voice in her head spoke, it said take a bottle to the backside of his head.

Taking the bottle of liquor next to her, and rearing her arm back over her head she pondered if she was really going to listen to that little voice.

It an easy decision to make.

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"You stupid fuck! Really Christopher, this is what we on?" The scream, and the bottle hitting the wall right next to the door was his greeting. Not a 'hi baby, how was work' like usual. He could already guess he was not about to hit tonight.

"What the fuck? What is your problem?" He yelled back, in this instance he was justified in his screaming considering the murder attempt.

"My problem? My problem? You dickhead, your my fucking problem! You thought shit was sweet? You thought I was just gonna let it slide?" She laughed, anger literally rolling off her.

Taking a moment to look around Rio noticed a few things: the photo of them that was on the table next to her couch was tipped over, the glass shattered the frame on the ground. There was a half empty bottle of wine and a broken glass in the sink. There was a manilla folder, one that he was praying he didn't recognize (but he was starting to think he did), clutched in her shaking hand. Her curly hair was a mess, like she'd been tugging at it in anger.

Sure he knew she'd always been a little bit crazy, he was actually really into it, but did he think this was how their eighth anniversary would start? Nope.

His stomach started to drop. It had been a few months since his business with her mother ended and he was truly hoping from the bottom of his heart hoping she would never find out. He ruled out her mother somehow finally worrying about her enough to tell her.

"What is that?" Rio asked, slamming the door behind him and stepping into the apartment fully. Her neighbors only needed to hear the first part of their exchange, nothing more. She took three defiant steps backwards. The lights were all off, and only the TV was on.

"Got this in the fucking mail today." She growled, throwing the packet at his face. Clear as day, the pictures he had taken of them. For proof. One the first night they met, two on their first date, three when they went to the arcade together and played every game you both could manage and he found himself really trying to impress her. That was when he realized her had a bit of a problem. Then a few more, but eventually they stop after the first two months of their relationship.

The next four months of them being together he resorted to threats and by some miracle her mother found a way to pay off her debts and he was done with her by month six. But not using her for only two out of eight months of their relationship was not a good look.

An awkward silence settled over the two, his stomach feeling heavy. He started to feel warm from shame and fear. The room felt like it was spinning and his mouth felt dry. Even before she said it he knew that he just lost the best thing in his life.

"And some phone calls. Not only did you fucking use me, you also threatened my mom and found my sisters houses?! You dickhead, I'll kill you." She roared, throwing a near by object, which he narrowly dodged.

"Why did you play in my fucking face? For eight fucking months you decided to play in my face and be laid up with me and act like you love me, are you serious?" His head hung low, shame and disappointment and anger. Anger because he knew one thing for sure, this was no ones fault but his. He made the decisions he made. That was on no one but him.

"What you can't fucking talk now? You don't know words? But when that hoe Beth called you could sit up on the phone with her about bullshit right?" She yelled. Rio couldn't even find words. Where should he even start? Beth seemed like the worse place to start.

"Right?" She yelled again, getting in his face before stepping back and breaking into deranged laughter putting a hand on her forehead in outrage. He was panicking. What did he do? Yell at her when he knew he was wrong? Yell at himself for hurting her? What was he even supposed to do in a situation like this? A dry and tear-filled laugh shook him from his thoughts.

"Why though? Why did you do this, I trusted you. I gave you my heart, I gave you my fucking everything. If you can't trust you, then what can I trust?!" The broken sob cut through Rio like a knife. She threw her arms out and drunkenly staggered a bit. She stared, eyes pleading for an answer. An explanation. Anything? But for the first time in a long ass time, Rio had no idea what to say. He felt his palms sweat, gaze still fixed on the photos.

She would never smile at him the way she was in those pictures again. And she grinned as bright as the Sun in each photo except for the first.

When she was still met with silence, Rio resigned. He wanted to say something. Damn, why couldn't he speak? Why was he just sitting there? She was just as confused (surely more confused) as Rio.

"I can't believe this. I let you in and you really sat there and played with me. And you really don't got shit to say either? Well guess what nigga, it's done. I'll die before you hear my voice again, before you ever seem me again. And I could sit up here and yell and scream at you but you know what my momma taught me? As worthless as she was she taught me one thing: the best way to hurt a man is to move on. Get the fuck out." And just like that, before Rio could even say a word it was all over.

The next few minutes were a blur. A trash bag with all his shit was thrown out the window after he was shoved out of her apartment. All the gifts he'd gotten her, the shoes, the jewelry, even her cart that had her name custom printed on it, were tossed out there too. Rio sat out there, outside her apartment complex for what felt like hours.

Shit it probably had been hours. The flowers in the back taunted him. He wanted to stomp on them, he wanted to kick and scream at the world. Why did he fucking do that? For his job of course. Fuck that job, look where it got him. Standing outside the apartment of the love of his life.

Worse, he didn't even speak to defend himself, and she tossed him out so quick that it left his head spinning. He wasn't even sure how he walked to the elevator and made his way to his car. He wanted to die, he wanted to collapse, he wanted to go all the way back in time and tell himself to call off everything and meet her some other way. Now he lost everything that could've been lost to him.

And it was all because of his decisions.

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abbyromanoff · 4 months

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Hii i was wondering if you could do a wandanat x fem!black reader where reader is insecure about her body and her face(because of acne or whatever you put) and they fuck her infront of a mirror to prove how pretty she is

(Sorry if it is a little confusing)

YOUR TRUE BEAUTY

PAIRINGS: Natasha Romanoff x reader x Wanda Maximoff

WORD COUNT: 511

WARNINGS: angst, fluff, insecure!R, just a short fic abt insecurities and Wanda and Nat helping :) (I did not add smut bc I no longer write it)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

“C’mon, baby, look at you,” You followed the given instructions, sniffling as you struggled to do so. “You’re beautiful. You’re our beautiful girl, honey.” Wanda rubbed the sides of your arms, your skin soft under her hold. Goosebumps slowly arose, and she kissed your shoulder soothingly, letting her lips linger before they found your forehead.

“I don’t feel like it.” Nat sighed, standing in front of you and blocking your view, much to your liking and their dismay.

“Look at me, Y/N,” You complied, and Nat’s heart throbbed at the evident tears. “Would we ever lie to you?” You shrugged, and her fingers found their way under your chin as she directed your view.

“We wouldn’t, okay? In that mirror is the most caring, most generous, and most gorgeous person I’ve ever met; Wanda would agree with me. And I don’t like how you’re treating them, they don’t deserve that, do they?” You shook your head, and she copied you.

“No, they don’t.” She kneeled suddenly, and you looked at Wanda to see if she knew what her girlfriend was doing. She only smiled at you, using this to her advantage to kiss your lips softly.

You felt your shirt being lifted and held a breath that seemed to be blocked by your throat. Pecks were then left to each stretch mark, each scar, each freckle - practically every area of your skin. She continued to mutter soft praises against each one and you grinned with a tear rolling down your wet cheek. Wanda wiped it away, resting her head against yours as she ran her nails through your soft locks.

“We love you so much, baby, we don’t ever want you to think differently. It hurts us to know you think so low of yourself, we only want the best for you.”

“I’m sorry, Wands,” You were cut off quickly, a shushing coming from the woman’s lips.

“Don’t apologize for that, you have nothing to be sorry for.” Nat nodded with her before standing, bringing her arms around your body in a warm, tight hug.

“There is nothing wrong with you, Y/N; not a thing. In our eyes, you’re the most perfect human to ever step foot on this planet. And we will make sure to show you just how beautiful you are every single day.” You released a heavy sigh, feeling as though the weight holding you down was easing away with each second. You leaned your head against her chest, grabbing Wanda by the hand and bringing her closer. She copied Nat, placing her arms around your body until they met the other woman’s back. Instantly, you felt as though they were right, maybe you really weren’t all that bad. Maybe your thoughts differed from what you really are, and maybe you weren’t what you pictured.

“I love you guys so much.” You muttered, bringing them to let out a cooing sound. They truly adored you so much, even if you were unable to see that just yet.

“And we love you too, baby, always and forever.”

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makncheese12 · 1 year

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Big Girl

A/N: I want you guys to know I’m still very confused with ‘to’ and ‘too’ it’s very aggravating

Stats: requested

Jenna Ortega X bodyguard!GN!reader

“It’s gettin’ crowded out there,” your colleague says as you both glance out the front doors of the hotel Jenna was staying at. There were no flashes yet but they stood ready for when she came out.

Though you had grown used to the cameras and having the fend off the paparazzi, you were still anxious about getting her through them with their persistent pushing to get a good picture.

You had to fight urges to shove them and away from her, yell in their faces for pushing her, hell even hide her away to prevent those things but you knew it’s what they wanted. A reaction from someone to have a big headline of the sort and you didn’t want to give them that satisfaction.

“Yeah,” you mumble before looking back toward the stairs. “So make sure she can get through.” He nods in response, sensing the nerves you always tend to have when there were big crowds.

“She’ll be fine, she always is with you around.” He replies as people begin to shout toward a celebrity who walks out.

You nod and can’t help but agree. While Jenna was out in Romania you decided to become a body guard just for her sake. You knew she would become big after seeing the responses to preview to the Wednesday Series.

It wasn’t like you didn’t really trust other body guards that were issued to celebrities, but you were to afraid they’ll look away for one moment and she’ll be pulled into a crowd of adoring fans.

So who better than to be her personal body guard than you? You were big enough and with enough working out you had the strength to push through crowds for her.

Jenna enjoyed the idea, you following her around like a big dog and possessively protecting her from the paparazzi. She liked the idea so much she even told you she’d pay for the training herself.

You, of course, declined and went straight into training. After a few months of sore muscles and long lectures, you were flown out to Romania immediately by her demand to start working.

The man next to your now was your partner during training and he seemed capable of keeping the paps away, especially with how much bigger he was than you.

“How do I look?” You ask looking down at yourself, he barely glances at you, smirk evident on his face. “Same as before, just a different shade.”

You press your lips together before hitting his chest with the back of your hand. “Funny,” you mumble rolling your eyes.

“She’s on her way down.”

A voice sounds through the small microphone in your ear making both you and the man next to you stand up straight, ready to help Jenna through the crowd.

“I’ll go forward a bit, make a little path for you both.” He states before looking you over. “You look good though.” He says with a nod before making his way over to the double door, standing at the ready.

You smile softly before glancing up toward the stairs where Jenna walked down along with another woman you only send a glance toward.

You can’t help your smile from growing at the sight of her. She had shedding down from her tuxedo dress and the long cape that came after it. It left her in the white button and her little bow. The corset only added to the feature as it hugged her curves perfectly and you wondered if she had anything on to cover her bottom half.

The thought is quickly dispelled when her eyes land on yours, seemingly lighting up as her pace quickens.

You take a step out of the corner as she nears you, eyes still scanning over her to take in the view you were given.

She had looked absolutely ethereal earlier in her gown for the Met Gala but this? This was much better than what you could ask for.

Sure, you saw parts of Jenna the world would never see but it still felt like a blessing when you saw how she looked everyday. From the moment you both wake up to the time you both lay down for bed and close your eyes. And it was truly a blessing to you.

One you were eternally grateful for and will be to the day you die.

“Take a picture, it should last longer.” You wish you could. You only roll your eyes at her comment before she stops in front of you, cheeky smile as she leans slightly forward toward you.

“You look stunning, as usual.” You say, grabbing her arm gently and pulling her cheek to your lips. She lets out a quiet huff before looking over you. “You don’t look half bad yourself.”

Her eyes settle on your chest for a moment before reaching out and readjusting your bow tie then looking up at you.

“Ready?” You ask glancing toward the cameras that are already flashing. “Almost,” she mumbles before leaning up on her tippy toes — the heels giving her a little more height but not enough — and grabbing the sides of your face and pulling your down a little.

The kiss is gentle yet passionate, the feeling sending tingles down your body as you feel yourself melt in her grasp. All thoughts of having to protect her gone and making it feel like she was the one who had to protect you in your bubbly state.

She pulls away slowly with a smile on her face before nodding. “Now I’m ready.” She says smooth out her corset before patting your jacket.

You laugh lightly before holding out your arm for her and she takes it immediately. You pull your sunglasses down as you make your way out the doors, the cameras flashing quickly as you both pass, yelling things and asking you to turn slightly but you continue on toward the car.

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You giggled quietly as you walked Jenna out of the doors, she stumbled around slightly before gripping your arm tighter to steady herself.

She seemed to have a lot of fun, especially once to alcohol hit her system and she would wander off without you.

You didn’t need to follow her though because you knew no one could hurt her inside and away from the people so you let her do her thing and find you once she was done with whatever she was doing.

Occasionally she would come back to find you, check on you with a little light flirting you fed into before getting distracted and going back into the crowd leaving you to go back to drinking and conversating with the dates of others.

Now, you kept a firm hold around her waist as she leaned into you, trying to keep herself up right.

She suddenly slightly pushes off of you once the cold air hits and begins walking on her own. You laugh lightly as you follow closely behind her.

“Where are you going?” You ask matching her walking rhythm as she looks around slightly, ignoring the paparazzi and waving toward her fans.

“I’m going to the car,” she says looking back at you with a mischievous smile you had grown fond of even if it lead to unexpected things. “I can walk by myself, I’m a big girl.” She sticks her tongue out teasingly as she continues to walk confidently in no real direction.

“Okay,” you laugh out before stopping and turning slightly. She sends a glance back at you and slows her pace, a confused look setting on her face as you begin walking in the other direction, resembling that of a lost child.

you can’t help but stare in awe at the sight, fighting the urge to follow back after to her.

“But as a big girl you should know that’s the wrong way.” You call out and through your hand up to wave toward her.

It takes her a moment to process, looking back in the other direction then back toward you before hurriedly walking after you.

You stop a moment to let her catch up, afraid she’ll fall in her heels if she moves to quickly and allow her to slide her arm through yours.

“Oh?” You hum out as you begin walking again, amused by the situation given to you on a silver platter. It was always so fun to watch drunk Jenna, even if she was a little tipsy. “I thought you were a big girl.”

“I am,” she argues quickly, sending you a warning glare when you bark out a laugh. “Big girls can use a little help sometime though, especially if it’s from people like you.”

You look toward her with a raised eyebrow but she doesn’t see as she raises her chin and closes her eyes, small smile on her face.

“Like me?” You ask and look forward to make sure you both don’t trip and fall.

“Yes, breathtaking people like you.” She gives you a doe eyed look, clearly intent on making you flustered. It works as your cheeks heat up and your smile grows to a wide one. You cover it up by snorting quietly and shake your head.

She had always had this effect on you, even before you started dating and even now when she’s half drunk and doesn’t know where she’s going. Especially now.

“You’re the one whose breath taking, I’m just in a simple tux as usual.” You shoot back and she lets her face fall, unamused. “I like your ‘usual’ tux, it makes you look sexy.” She grumbles and pinches your arm.

“Ow.” You laugh out as she lets out a quiet huff as breeze passes by causing her to shiver lightly. You frown lightly before wrapping your arm around her shoulders and she immediately leans in.

You loved little moments like this. Moments where you didn’t have to worry about getting her from one place to another or dragging her about. Moments where you didn’t have to worry about someone picking her up and trying to kidnap her. Moments where you could just relax a little.

It was nice to have a peaceful moment to breath and take in each others presence every once in a while. Sure, it was just like this in the privacy of your home far more open inside but it wouldn’t kill you to also be able to go out and stretch to do the same.

Jenna suddenly breaths in heavily before letting out a sigh of content. “You smell good.” She mumbles and you smile. “All the more reason big girls need help.”

Her comment makes you roll your eyes with a laugh as you pull away from her reluctantly, nearing the large group of people nearby.

She lets out a whine as you grab her arm, you felt the same. You didn’t want to let go of her but you also needed to get passed everyone without any problems.

You pull your sunglasses down as the flashing of the camera begins and Jenna becomes a little more sober, though still stumbling around her faces goes back to the one she keeps up in front of the people.

The second body guard opens the door for you both as you cross the street and near the car.

He nods you to you as you gently lead Jenna inside and make sure she doesn’t hit her head. “Enjoy yourself?” He asks with a smile. The question was meant to be a teasing one, he knew how you didn’t like being near snobby celebrities who put on a face to seem like something your not.

But the evening had actually been good, especially after the few minutes you got to walk with Jenna.

“Very much so.” You smirk before following after her hearing his chuckle before the door shuts behind you.

As soon as you take your seat she presses her body against you, arms wrapping around you to the point where she practically sat in your lap.

You chuckle lightly as you slide your arm around her waist and allow her to rest her head on your shoulder.

“I’m tired.” She mumbles lowly, sinking further into like she had just fallen asleep after saying the words.

“We’ll be there soon, don’t fall asleep.” You reply, rubbing her back to sooth her a little but it only makes her more sleepy. “Or you can just wake me up when we get there.” she mumbles, burying her face further into your neck and taking a deep breath in.

“Big girls should wake themselves up.” You taunt before feeling another pinch on your arm. You look down to see the sleepy glare she sends you before smiling.

“Well this big girl needs you to wake her up,” she huffs out before going back to her original position. “After all you need to do what I say, you work for me.”

You hear the teasing tone in her sleepy voice.

“Oh, is that right?” You ask, challenging her slightly and she nods. “Yes it is, as my body guard you have to do what I say.”

You resist the urge to laugh out before she speaks again. “So, I’m telling you you have to wake me up.” She states matter-of-factotum as her breathing begins to slow down.

“And if I don’t?” Her face scrunches up lightly before it relaxes again. “Then I’ll have to fire you and lock you away.” She mumbles slowly in response before her breathing evens out signaling how tired she was.

You smile lightly before brushing a few strands of hair behind her ear to get a better look at her face. She didn’t have much make up on, not that she needed it. She was more than beautiful without it. She was a goddess. Your goddess you had to protect like the good little follower you were.

And you planned on doing so until she got tired of it.

You kiss her forehead lightly before resting your head back against the head rest of the seat to get a better look at it.

“Yes ma’am.” You mumble quietly taking in the view she oh so graciously gave you.

A/N: once again another short one but oh well

NOW REQUEST DAMN IT… pretty please

#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #fan fic #scream 6 #tara carpenter #vada cavell #wednesday addams #scream 5 #jenna ortega fanfic

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angel-kyo · 2 months

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Pay it no mind

Part XVI (kinda? Idk. Explanation in the note.)

In which reader confesses their feelings to Gojo, but it seems these are not returned (maybe?).

Warnings: reader is on the receiving end of rejection (kinda), and the fact that I'm obsessed with unrequited love is a warning itself. I would say reader is ooc in this one, or it might feel like that. I don't know. There are also mentions of a difficult family situation (awful father, deceased mother, etc.)... Oh, and this almost makes me look anti-Gojo (I'm not, though).

Previous: Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII, Part VIII, Part IX, Part X, Part XI, Part XII, Part XIII, Part IV, Part XV

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“Aomori?” you repeated in disbelief. Isn’t that like…?”

Haruki leaned forward on his elbows on the table and placed his head in his hands in frustration. You watched his fingers bury themselves in his brown curls and tug them.

“It’s about a ten-hour bus ride or four hours in the train...” he said without looking at you. His eyes were on the table, and you could only see the top of his head. “That if I’m lucky… Which I am not, obviously,” he grumbled and lifted his head to look at you.

You two were at the coffee shop where he worked, or rather, used to work. He had submitted his resignation the day before.

“That’s far.” You were not sure of what else to say. The notice of his departure was coming in too sudden. Only a few days ago you had been talking about maybe meeting up on New Year’s Eve, and now he was leaving? “For… For how long?”

Ikeda looked outside and shrugged. “He’s transferring me there so I guess he means at least until the end of high school, and then…” he frowned. In fact, he was not sure of what would happen after that. “I’m sure that jerk will come up with something else.”

Haruki looked back at you and, realizing what he had said, quickly apologized for speaking like that in front of you.

“I’m sorry. I just can’t believe he did this behind my back. I knew he could not stand seeing me, but I never thought he would plan something like this and ambush me any other Tuesday.”

He sighed, and you looked at him with sympathy. It was the most distressed you had ever seen him, and the most upset too.

Haruki, who always looked happy and unbothered when he was with you, had only ever appeared uncomfortable, and sometimes even angered, when he spoke about his father. At first, you had believed they just did not get along, but it was more than that; Haruki had told you once that his father seemed to resent him since his mother left.

“I’ve never blamed her,” he told you one day while you waited for his train, “she was sick and he was never at home, but when he was, he was horrible to her.”

He had then showed you her picture. A beautiful woman with long brown hair and bright eyes a few shades clearer than her locks, smiling and hugging an eight-year-old Haruki; he had definitely gotten the looks from her, and it was evident she had loved him dearly.

Due to her illness, Haruki’s mother had passed away just a couple years after leaving her husband, before she was able to fulfill her promise to his son to come back for him. Hence, Haruki had ended up stuck with a resentful father who was almost never at home, but when he was, he was as horrible to his son as he had been to the mother he resembled. And now, he was sending him to live with his uncle in a distant prefecture to attend a new school.

He had given Haruki little less than a week to, and the boy quoted, “wrap up any business in Tokyo.”

Apparently, that included you, who did your best to comfort him, even if there was not much you could say or do.

“I will miss you,” Ikeda said after you assured him it would be alright and that two or three years would sure fly by, and then he would not need to listen to what his father or his uncle said. It seemed his mood had improved a little at that.

“I will miss you too,” you told him, still wrapping your head around the idea of not seeing him anymore.

If only you could see curses, maybe there would be another way out for you, maybe we could have more time.

You pushed that thought away. That was selfish thinking, was it not? Of course, you would not want Haruki to live in gore and pain as a sorcerer. There had to be better, more peaceful options for him somewhere.

“I like you a lot.” His words pulled you out of your head, and when your eyes focused on him, you noticed his face was flushed, but he was looking right at you. “I think I could have loved you. Not that I don’t now,” he smiled softly, “but in the way I wanted to love you.”

There was a tinge of sadness in his voice, but your heart was beating faster as he spoke. Did that mean you wanted to love him too?

“I…” you started, but he shook his head and smiled.

“It’s fine. I thought we had more time, so I did not tell you sooner, but now, I just realized I wanted to let you know in person.”

Haruki had not planned to confess that day. He was only going to tell you he was leaving and ask you to stay in touch but realizing that it might be the last time he was going to see you in, perhaps, a long time, he felt he needed to tell you. He had wanted to tell you since the first time you had accepted going out with him that summer, but he then thought it was better not to rush and just let your friendship take its course.

At the end of the day, people should honor their feelings.

That he believed whole-heartedly. That is why Gojo’s attitude had annoyed him, acting as a jealous boyfriend around you if he was nearby but still claiming to be just your friend. If he wanted more, he should admit it instead of doing whatever he thought he was doing that day he accompanied him to the station.

“Haruki, I like you too,” you said sincerely.

But do you like me as I like you? the boy wondered.

He would not ask you that as he would not ask for more at this point. What could he ask, that you waited for him? He was not that arrogant to believe you had to do it nor that idealistic to make promises he knew time could swallow. Knowing that you had cared about him was enough.

He gave you a closed-eye smile. “I’m so glad.”

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But saying it had not changed anything. You and Haruki had agreed to staying in touch and he had hugged you tightly before letting you go.

Maybe he knew we would drift apart.

You had kept texting and calling each other after that. Once he was with his uncle, he had given you his address, so you could exchange letters; he even sent you a few postcards with some pretty views around his new city. For a little while, you thought you could remain friends and just live on it, but his absence became increasingly painful, and when you both got busy with school again, and he was barely replying to your messages and his letters felt distant, the realization that maybe you had truly loved and lost was devastating.

It happened slowly but not painlessly. There was just never a good time for a quick call anymore, the messages were fewer and shorter, and you probably did not reply to the last one because there was nothing to say, and finally, the letters. Oh, the letters... Once funny and vibrant as your friend had been, they became nothing but curt and disappointing. It was hard to believe that two people who once had so much to talk about could barely bring themselves to write more than a few lines for each other.

I guess people can enter your life seamlessly, but they can hardly leave like that.

Your friends comforted you to their best, and Satoru made it his mission to ensure you would not feel lonely doing the things you liked anymore. Despite your protests, he attached himself to your hip as he had done it when you were kids, even on the days when you did not want to leave your room.

And when, months after Haruki’s departure, you sat down in front of the training fields, tired of waiting for a letter that would not come, Satoru held your hand firmly as you accepted your loss and stayed by your side unfaltering, the same way you would do for him when Suguru left you all later down the road.

That was how, as the seasons changed, you quietly let go of your friend who had been a child of the spring himself.

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Note: I almost did not want to include this part? I mean, I felt like the other guy needed some explaining, and as much as I enjoyed it, I would say this is almost a filler, so I'm sorry of it's bad. Anyways, if the next part is not the last one, it will sure bring us quite closer. I've not forgotten where I left Satoru, promise!

Thank you for reading!

Next: Part XVII

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ilguna · 1 year

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☼ the other woman pt1 (Finnick Odair) ☼

summary; you weren't worried when Finnick started working with the infamous Annie Cresta, even though you should have.

warnings; swearing, cheating, implied annie's a maneater.

wc; 1.6k

notes; annie slander

part two.

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You lean into the marble counters, staring at the photos you’ve turned over for the fiftieth time in the past fifteen minutes.

You don’t know what to do with yourself. Each time you walk away to take a breath, resisting the urge to tear them into pieces and saying that you won’t look at them again until Finnick comes home, you go right back to stand and stare at them.

You knew it was a bad idea to go through with this. You had a feeling in your stomach that something was going to go wrong and screw you over, but you genuinely thought that you were secure in your relationship with Finnick. In the two years you’ve dated him, he has never shown an interest in other women.

You had no reason to think that this time would be any different.

Finnick’s filmed plenty of movies since you started dating, and he’s been with women in each of those movies. Every time he came home to you, he was all over you. He’d want to be touching you every second, hugging, cuddling, kissing—he just wanted to be close.

If he went away to film, he’d be on the phone with you at every opportunity to talk to you. He wanted to know what you were up to, what you were planning to do when he got back. He wanted to tell you how much he missed you and couldn’t wait for the filming process to be over.

Recently, his entire personality has switched.

He must take you as some sort of moron if he thought that you wouldn’t catch on to what’s happening. You do your research on his co-stars every time he’s casted into a movie, so you can expect their behavior in public with him. The last thing you want is to freak out over something minor.

Up until a couple months ago, you were fine with all of his co-stars. This time around, you had an uneasy feeling when he told you that he would be working with Annie Cresta.

Annie is infamous for dating her male co-stars, and breaking up with them as soon as her next movie comes around. She makes it seem like she cares about them, but once she has a new role, the actor she’s dating might as well have never existed. She’ll remove all social media posts about them, and start over again.

When Finnick realized how apprehensive you were about this role, especially since he would be dating her in the movie, he told you that he would drop out of the role if it made you that uncomfortable. The last thing he wanted was to make you unhappy. He said he wouldn’t mind spending a few months with you in the meantime while his agents scouted a new movie.

You wanted to tell him to back off, but you saw how excited he got about getting the role in the first place. You couldn’t tell him no. All you could do was make him promise you to break up with you if he ever felt himself slipping. You know what he said to that?

“It’ll never happen.”

What a fucking joke.

You chew on the inside of your cheek, shaking your head at the pictures. You want to ball them up and throw them away, hide the evidence that you’ve received, and pretend like this never happened, but you can’t. You know what this relationship will turn into if you act oblivious to the fact that he’s cheating on you; resentful.

You take a deep breath, and carefully take them off the counter. You walk over to the couch, tossing them face-down on the coffee table while you turn on the television. The fortunate part about this movie set is that it’s not far away from home. Which means that Finnick comes home everyday.

You spend the next few hours planning out how your conversation will go with Finnick, ignoring the show you turned on to distract yourself from doing this. You know that no matter the way it goes, you don’t want to end up in a screaming match with him. You don’t have energy to argue with him, especially when you know how this is going to end anyway.

The issue is that you never thought that he was going to cheat on you, ever. He was supposed to be different from the other guys you dated, because he’s been nothing but mature since the day you started seeing him. You had yourself convinced that you would never have to search for another relationship ever again.

It’s not fair. You don’t understand why this always has to happen to you.

The sound of keys turning the lock makes you look over. You grit your teeth, and then relax, forcing yourself to be normal. Finnick opens the door, pulling his keys out in a fluid motion. He looks up from the doorknob, giving you a warm smile.

“Hey, baby.” He murmurs, shutting the door.

“Hey,” You whisper, “How was your day?”

He lets out a breath of air, rolling his eyes, “A lot of reshoots from yesterday, scenes that I’m not even in. They wouldn’t let me go home because they didn’t want to call me back in case they changed their minds.”

“That’s a shame, I would’ve loved to spend time with you.” You tilt your head slightly, waiting for it.

Finnick presses his lips together, the corners of his mouth pointing downward briefly, eyebrows slightly pushing closer. His expression changes entirely as he comes to you, the genuine look of guilt turning into something else.

You watch as he kicks his shoes off, and sits down on the couch next to you, pulling you close. You close your eyes, grinding your teeth. He touches your chin, guiding you to look at him. Finnick steals a kiss, and then presses another one between your eyes.

“We will soon, I promise.” He murmurs.

You take a deep breath to measure yourself before speaking, “Unfortunately, your promises mean shit to me.”

Finnick loosens his grip on you. You open your eyes to see his face twisted, confused. “What are you talking about?”

You wiggle out of his grasp, getting to your feet. You’re going to want to put distance between you two, you know what’s next. You grab the pictures that were dropped off at the doorstep this morning, they were left almost an hour after Finnick had gone to the set this morning.

You flip them over, looking at the picture of Annie and Finnick kissing at a cafe. You toss that one at him, briefly looking at another, showing them holding hands while walking down the sidewalk to enter a restaurant, you toss this one. And almost eleven pictures later, you’ve got yourself a whole memory book.

Finnick’s as white as a sheet, looking over each picture that he’s laid out on the coffee table. He looks up to you, lips parted, shaking his head slightly. You raise your eyebrows.

“How…?” He trails off, touching one of them. “How did you get these?”

“The paparazzi.” You cross your arms, tilting your head at him. “Or some fan that knows where we live. It doesn’t really matter, does it? It’s clear it’s you and her in every picture.”

The hardest part about dating Finnick was giving up your privacy. It was the paparazzi that you loathed, waiting on every corner for you and him to show up. For the longest time, when your relationship was still brand new, it was you and him on the front cover of every magazine. Your face, your name, your pictures, your social media was smeared across the internet in the matter of a month.

While half of Finnick’s devoted fans hated you, hated the idea of you dating their celebrity crush, thinking he deserved someone that knew what it was like in the spotlight. The other half loved you. There are instagram and twitter pages dedicated to praising your relationship, calling it everything but toxic, because you supposedly treat each other the way every couple should. You are the epitome of a happy and healthy couple.

You don’t care who left the pictures at your step. Whether it’s someone that was hoping you’d break up with him because they don’t want the two of you together. Or if it’s someone that thinks you deserve better than a cheating asshole. Or if it’s the paparazzi, which you have fought hard to tolerate, trying to do good, evil, or stir up drama.

It doesn’t matter, because Finnick has cheated on you with Annie Cresta.

“You promised me that you would let me go if you felt like you were falling out of love.” You tell him, his tongue pulls his bottom lip in his mouth. He can’t look at you, another sign of guilt.

You don’t want to do this. You want everything to be okay with Finnick, because it shouldn’t be this way. The only reason why he came and sat with you is because you made him feel bad for it. He never touches you anymore. To him, he thinks that he’s cheating on Annie now. It’s no longer about you, it’s about her. Even though she’ll chew him up and spit him out as soon as the filming process is over.

“I’m so sorry.” He breathes, finally looking up to you.

“Why would you do this to me?”

“I didn’t mean for it to happen.”

“So you kissing her in these pictures is just a fucking accident?” You shove the pictures off the table, they fall at his feet. “I told you what was going to happen with her. You wanted this.”

“At first, but I’m done now.” He stands up.

You can feel your eye twitch. You didn’t realize he was this bad at lying, “No, we’re done. I’m not doing this with you.”

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lovableapocalypse · 1 year

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the 1

bassist!remus x fem!reader

wc- 800 ish

warnings- swearing, alcohol, fluff?

a/n- watching the oscars inspired me to write an award show fic lol. also i chose the brits bc theyre british idek. another thing ik this picture is alexa chung but i just want to preface reader has no description except blushing and i do not picture her in any way specific i just liked this picture. lastly ive been so unmotivated to write so i tried tonight but ive been hating everything i write so the longer chapter im working on is taking awhile but its coming. im like 2k deep and not even halfway into the plot lol. anyway love u all.

The champagne you had been consuming tonight brought a heavy flush to your skin. The round table you all were surrounding was decorated elegantly and littered with drinks. Your head was perched in your fist and a look of awe was evident on your features. This was the boy's second year attending the Brits but it still ceased to amaze you.

It was easy to forget they were a largely appreciated group now and these luxury events were a part of that. You were more dressed up than you think you’d ever been. Remus had wrapped his arms around you from behind when you were putting the finishing touches on, meeting your gaze in the mirror. He looked more than attractive in his simple black suit and his lips pressed to your neck, “You look beautiful.” Your face lit up at his words and your heart melted even at his most simple compliments.

You, the band, and the team’s managers were all watching the current artist perform on stage and Remus had his arm wrapped tightly around your shoulders. They were nominated in the next category and you could tell the boys were tense. You moved to sit up straight and glanced at Remus. He caught your gaze and warmly smiled at you. You returned the gesture and leaned into him.

“Even if you don’t win, I’ll still love you.”

He laughed, “Good to know.”

You smiled against him and rested your hand on his thigh, squeezing. The artist on stage finished and the room felt crowded with anticipation for the next award- Best Group. The band was up against some impressive names, but they’d put in the hard work and you believed they deserved to win.

You could feel Remus’ hold on you grow intense as the announcers walked on stage. Your heart was racing and you could hardly retain what they were saying, catching certain words as your mind fluttered. Impressive. Best. Wonderful. Praise was floating around the room as short descriptions of the nominated bands played for the audience.

When the last clip played, a cute montage of the boys sitting around you, and the woman on stage reached for the envelope, you held your breath. Remus grabbed your hand, squeezing it in his fist. You returned the gesture and glanced at the boys around you. James and Sirius leaned close to one another, Lily clutching James’ hand nearby. Peter was resting his face on his palm, their manager clutching his back.

The boy’s had been invited to the ceremony last year under the Best New Band/Music category, but with only an EP out they hadn’t expected anything. And while their wins were unsuccessful, the experience itself had been amazing.

This year the boys had produced a number one album and had been traveling all over the UK for shows. They had been dreaming of this moment, but were too scared to admit they might win- or lose.

Your fingers were aching and time slowed as you anticipated the reveal. Your breath held still, you swore you heard wrong when both announcers shouted, “The Marauders!!!”

You gasped and reached for Remus as he sprouted out of his seat. You followed and he pulled you into him, smashing his lips against yours. You laughed and returned the gesture. Breaking away, you shared a yell of excitement and he squeezed your arms tightly. You both turned to the table, celebrating quickly as they moved towards the stage.

Everyone’s smile was bright and unbelieving. You hugged Lily close as they greeted the announcers and moved to the mic. Sirius, the frontman he was, grabbed the award and lifted it up in appreciation. You cheered along with everyone and watched as he glanced at his bandmates in shock.

“Fuck. Wow. Thank you.” He laughed.

James threw his arms around Remus and Peter behind Sirius and they all grinned like madmen. Your hands moved over your face in shock, unbelievably proud of your boys and how far they’ve come. Sirius thanked their fans and the other bands nominated and finished with a group hug with his best mates.

They shuffled off the stage and came back over in an adrenaline induced state. You hugged James, Peter, and lastly Sirius who held you close and whispered his love to you. Remus approached you again with a beautiful, bashful smile on his face. He kissed you sweetly and wrapped his arms tightly around you.

When you sat back down you barely paid any attention to the ceremony and you took turns holding the award and admiring it.

Remus pulled you close to his side again and moved his hand to your exposed thigh. He gently slid his hand up, whispering, “I just want to go home now and celebrate.” You subtly bit your lip, “Hmm. That sounds nice. Can’t believe I get to go home with a real rock star.” He laughed at the nickname and kissed your lips, muttering an ‘I love you’ under his breath.

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viisoul · 9 months

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★ ﹒ SHE’LL BE BACK!

it’s only three hours, choso. she’ll be back.

cw : sub!choso — fem!reader — some masturbation — unprotected — handjob — established relationship — breeding — slight masochism, choso getting bit — hair pulling if you squint — ‘y/n’ only being mentioned like twice.

a/n - i haven’t yet read jjk, so i’m writing him as how i perceive him to be lol, please forgive me if he’s ooc. — hope you guys like the new theme!:3

choso was a man of few words. he was introverted and kept to himself. it seemed quite evident to anyone else that he was as hard as metal on the outside, rarely showing any emotion to anyone. however, there was one person that could look past his cold, quiet demeanor and rough shell.

that was none other than the woman he called his girlfriend, and his polar opposite. for starters, she was quite talkative. choso didn't mind it, though, being that her voice was like a delicate melody to his ears. she was extroverted, had many friends, and liked to hang out. he was more of a homebody and had forced himself to go places with her when she begged or if he didn't want to leave her side. she'd also stood out far more than him, her sense of style being quite vibrant while his was dull, making him fairly unnoticeable.

nonetheless, she was one of the only people he could allow himself to loosen up around, showing his softer side and even speaking a bit more than he typically did. she was so gentle with him, never failing to give him the praise and soft touches he so desperately yearned for. that'd been only one of the several reasons he disliked when she left his side.

so, when she said she wanted to go out for a bit, he couldn't help but feel his stomach twist in dissatisfaction. he couldn't stop her from leaving, nor did he want to make her feel bad. he'd thought his emotions hadn't been noticeable, but she could tell by the way his eyes dropped and his lips twitched that he wasn't happy.

she had to reassure him, telling him that she'd only be out for, at most, three hours. she could have been out later, being that her friends wanted her to be, but even she'd admit that she couldn't handle being away from choso for so long. sure, he said he'd be fine, but the second she stepped outside, he couldn't help but allow himself to overthink.

after all, she was all dressed up, makeup perfect and that pretty dress hugging her body so good. who could she be going with? could it be a guy? she'd never, right? he couldn't stop refreshing his social media feed—, the app he'd rarely been on. it was clear, being that he had no profile photo, no bio, one follower and was only following one user. that one follower had been his girlfriend, and he'd followed her back.

however, that was it. he'd find himself mindlessly scrolling through her posts, thoroughly examining each photo, thinking about how lucky he was to have her. some pictures had her pretty lips curled into a beautiful smile, others showing off her outfits and even some with him in it. the selfies she'd taken with her kissing choso's cheek had a slight blur to them, but the flash had helped make it a bit clear since the photo had been taken in the dark.

he only had to wait three hours, but fuck—, looking at every picture of her had made him miss her even more. he felt so needy, craving for her attention and her attention only. she'll be back, he thought to himself, veiny hands grasping the blanket that had a sweet aroma, reminding him of her.

she'll be back.

but, every thought of her face flashing in his mind had only made him more desperate and impatient. seeing the dress she wore before she left hadn't helped a bit, and it instead made his mind wander. he lets out a shaky sigh, turning his phone over and closing his eyes. sleeping would help pass the time more quickly, so he'd just take a nap in the meantime.

still, he couldn't stop himself from imagining the drawled out call of his name from her fine voice, whispering sweet nothings in his ear while her soft hands trailed all around his tense body, her mere touch loosening each tight muscle with ease.

just imagining her touch him made his skin hot, sweat beads gradually growing. his pants felt so restricting, especially between his legs. he placed a hand on his crotch with a slight grunt. it was only three hours. could he seriously not compose himself until she got back?

the time was moving agonizingly slow. however, his thoughts were moving so fast. if he wasn't checking her account every five minutes, he was looking at the time in hopes it'd move by quicker.

she'll be back.

but, he didn't think she'd make it back in time. he could only control himself for so long when it was about her. and in this case, he could barely control the growing erection in his pants. he couldn't think about a single thing but her. choso was just so needy whenever she wasn't with him.

he ran his hand across the fully grown bulge, beginning to palm it through his grey sweats as a groan slipped past his lips. it was low and rough, his body tensing at the feeling. his breathing was uneven as his hand dug into his pants, past his boxers, and onto his bare cock. his calloused hand gently stroked himself, yet, it was nothing in comparison to how good her hands felt instead. however, it would have to do for now, being that he still had about an hour and a half to go.

with his free hand, he reached for his phone and unlocked it, going to that special album in his photos that was for his eyes only. it was filled with pictures of her nude body that she teasingly sent him on days where she was needy for him, but couldn't get to him.

there was one video in particular that he was simply obsessed with, the one where her middle and ring finger desperately rubbed at her clit and sunk inside of her hole oozing with her juices that made his mouth water. he could hear her voice moaning his name from the phone so prettily, making his hand stutter.

he hated that he couldn't have the real thing in front of him, but it was so hard to simply ignore his erection and not take any action. the only thing he could do was imagine it was her smaller hands wrapped around his dick, rubbing it so good that he had to edge himself so he wouldn't cum on the spot. his eyebrows furrowed in sexual frustration, the video not being enough when he was so needy for her. no matter how fast or rough he'd jerk himself, it simply hadn't had any effect.

she'll be back.

please. please come back. please hurry and help him, the man so needy for her that it was beginning to get unbearable and even quite sad. so unbearable that he began to repeat the words 'miss you' in his head, dazed eyes glued to the video of her rubbing herself so good, hands harshly stroking himself in a quick manner with rough, wheezy breaths.

"...choso?" that voice he'd been longing to hear called out, the door slowly creaking open as light from the hallway began to spill inside the room.

she'd seen his disheveled hair covering his face, but it hadn't been as much as to hide the red tint on his cheeks or his chapped lips trembling.

"y/n..." the name of the woman he'd been yearning for, wanting her to love him, touch him, tease him, fuck him.

she closed the door behind her, walking inside. choso turned his phone off, the room going completely dark. he could hear her shuffling around before a dim light began to flood the bedroom.

by then, she'd already been shimmying out of her dress, giving him a look at that half-nude body that he wanted atop of him. once it was completely on the ground, she crawled onto the bed with him. her gentle fingertips caressed his jaw as she pressed her soft, glossy lips against his.

she said three hours—, but he wasn't complaining at all. in fact, he was so relieved to have her in front of him, gradually straddling his hips as their kiss deepened. her lips were so soft against his, the taste of her flavored lip gloss so succulent on his tongue. he loved the fact that she knew how to handle him and give him what he wants, even without words. to anyone else, everything about him was inscrutable. however, she could read him like a book.

her soft hand ran down his chest, sending shivers up his spine. she trailed her lips from his mouth to his jaw and down to his neck, sucking on his skin so good.

"missed me, hm?" she hummed against his throat, running her tongue across it and leaving a trail of saliva.

she watched as he nodded his head desperately, lip getting caught between his teeth when she kissed his adams apple.

"well, m'here now. i'll take real good care of you, 'kay?"

"mmh—, mhm..."

she pulled away from his neck, lightly pushing him against the headboard. he winced from the coldness of the surface against his skin, trembling hands reaching out for y/n's waist. just the feeling of her soft hands on his skin had his breath hitching. however, the way she grasped his hard cock, gently squeezing it and watching as a bit of cum spilled out from his flushed pink tip made him let out a small whimper.

being with her was one of the only times he'd allow himself to be a bit more vocal than he typically was, and that especially applied to when they had sex. everything she did just made him feel so good, how could he not whine like a little bitch under her?

the grin growing on her pretty lips had his heart racing. she wanted to play with him a bit before giving him what he wanted.

"choso," she called out.

him locking eyes with her was all she needed to know he was listening.

"touch me." she said, leaning into him closely.

he nodded slowly, tongue going across his chapped lips in eagerness as he moved his hands up her waist, feeling for that skimpy little bra she chose to wear. it was a bit of a struggle getting it off, but he managed, watching as it fell down her shoulders. he hungrily grasped at her breasts, the pads of his thumbs grazing over her hardened nipples.

he reluctantly leaned in to kiss her once more, rutting his hips so he could get some stimulation. she noticed this, stroking it quicker. he began to groan into her mouth, eyebrows narrowing. she pulled away, forehead still leaning against his.

"you like it fast like this, baby?"

"y-yes," he choked out, his voice wavering.

"want me t'fuck you? hm?"

she watched as he inclined his head desperately.

"use your words..."

"yeah...please—!"

it was so cute to hear him whine and beg for her, it made her want to succumb to him and give him everything he desired. she slowed the pace of her hands before coming to a complete stop, watching as he panted. she then removed her hand, using it to tug at her lacy panties and pull them down.

so now, she sat completely nude in front of choso. so pretty, he thought, admiring every aspect of her perfect body in front of him. every curve, mark, mole, he loved it all. he couldn't help but paw at her skin desperately.

she took ahold of his cock, smearing the precum around his tip before give it a teasingly slow stroke, aligning it with her wet hole. the second his tip entered the warmness of her insides, he was whining. she slowly sunk down, letting out a pleased sigh.

"choso..." she whispered. "want me to move now?"

he nodded, lips parted and letting out pants. she gradually began to bounce on him, her walls squeezing at his cock so good. his whimpers were breathy, hands reaching to tightly grab at her hips. it hadn't taken long for choso to get impatient with her slow movements, his short nails digging little crescent marks into her her skin.

he began to help her bounce atop of him at a quicker pace. heavy breaths came from his lungs as he started to feel intoxicated off the feeling already. her skin was so soft, whines so pretty, body so alluring, expression delicately concentrated.

"so big, choso." she whispered. "feels good."

if she kept talking to him like that, he might've just had to fill her up unexpectedly. his fingers pulled at her skin, leaving red lines with every rough trail of his fingertips. sweat beads were falling down his face. his eyes were hooded and heavy, but he wasn't tired. not when he'd had such a beautiful girl like her bouncing on him like it was her last time doing so.

her insides were warm and welcoming, squeezing him at times and making her squeak out a higher pitched moan than usual. it was cute. she trailed her fingers up his temples, entangling them in his greasy black strands of hair. she pulled on it, choso whimpering from that action. he loved when she pulled his hair—, it felt so good.

"you like that? you like me pulling on your hair?"

"yes," he drawled. "love it..."

"fuck, you feel so good inside of me, choso... wan' you t'fill me up with all your kids, baby." she leaned down into his neck, smelling a mixture of sweat and the soap he’d use, opening her mouth and sinking her teeth into his skin.

“o-oh—, fuck…” he whimpered. “hurts… t’hurts… feels good,”

“feels good?” she repeated, voice muffled as she began to suck on his skin.

“mhm—!”

she began to kiss his pain away, lips so soft against the newly formed bite mark.

“again…” he said.

“want me to bite y-you again?” she stammered, feeling herself tighten around him. she let out a shaky breath, rolling her hips against his until she’d felt herself brush up against his pelvis, doing it all over again. “is that it?”

he nodded.

“where?” she reached for his neck, placing her hand around it. she began to move it, only stopping when he wrapped a hand around her wrist. “here?”

“yeah…”

she leaned in once more, biting into the skin of where he wanted her to bite him. his back arched, the grasp on her hips tightening. it was so painful, but it felt so good and she felt so good around him, her body was so soft to touch and her whines sounded so pretty.

“y/n, fu…uck—! g-g’nna cum, ah—!” his eyes rolled back slightly, breath hitching. “i-i’m cumming…!”

“yes, baby, fill me up…” she whimpered, feeling his warm cum spurt inside of her without hesitation.

he let out a throaty moan, one loud and clearly pleased, y/n whining along with him. he panted, finally feeling the relief of release he yearned for. she slowly came to a stop, allowing herself to bask in the feeling of his cock still inside of her, and her insides filled with his cum.

“you okay, choso?” she whispered.

he nodded.

she moved the hairs that’d stuck to his forehead out of his face, seeing his expression more clearly now. he was so cute with his pale face now tinted a shade of red, beads of sweat dripping down his temples, his eyes hooded and his lips parted.

“so cute…” she smiled.

he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her forward a bit as a soft moan escaped her lips from the action.

“love you…” he muttered.

“i love you too, baby.” she planted a quick peck to his lips. “but…”

he looked up at her, seeing her slightly embarrassed expression.

“c-can you fuck me now?”

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gayerthanevertbh · 2 years

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𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 || 𝐧.𝐫.

gif credits: marvellegends

summary: natasha comes back home after a long mission she was on and as soon as she walks inside of her bedroom, a slightly bare skin of yours teases her eyes.

warnings: top!natasha, strap-on, oral on a strap (r giving), rough sex, dirty talking, daddy!kink, pet names (sort of?) i don’t know what else lol

author’s note: i will update the other woman tomorrow i hope since ya’ll want more lmfao but i’m thinking of making a scarlett series once again, it’s just a thought though but i don’t think no one will be interested in that. anyways, hope you enjoy my steamy one-shot ;)

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When Natasha left for a mission, you were the neediest that you’ve ever been. The redhead ordered you not to touch yourself until she comes back and you’ve done nothing but follow that rule – although you’re so close to breaking it for your pleasure.

You were staying at Natasha’s trailer in Norway, where the government won’t find the woman since she’s on the run. You’re the one who keeps everything safe and that’s the reason why you’re technically living there for some time. It’s been two months since your girlfriend left and right now all you need is her warm kisses and her touch. You smile at the thought of the redhead peppering kisses all over your jaw while thrusting two fingers inside of you with her shuddering groan. Oh, it turns you on.

You put the cleaned dish on the tiled cupboard and walked back to the room and flopped your entire body on the soft mattress, sighing how good it feels to interact with sleep. You yawned and reached for the lamp button and clicked it off, drifting off to slumber as soon as possible.

It was 2 am around midnight when Natasha came back home quietly, feeling exhausted from her trip. But, she was also feeling very horny since while on the way home, the woman did nothing but stalk the naked pictures that you sent her through text. If she was being honest, the redhead even masturbated before she came back home to you.

As soon as she opened the trailer door, Natasha was met with quiet surroundings. She assumed that you were in slumber so she quickly grabbed herself a bottle of beer and walked carefully inside the cold room where you were deeply asleep. She loves this sighting of you, where you’re just humbly sleeping without even moving – it was cute yet it gets her worked up at the idea of waking you up with her desperate kisses while taking off your panties.

“What a cute little princess,” she mumbles darkly and places the beer on the small table near the bed, sighing when her calloused hands reach for your legs – touching them very gently. Natasha smiles, way too deep, and leans down to place a gentle kiss on your ankle. Weird.

She then hovers her body to yours and wraps her arms around your small waist with her strong arms, pulling you close until your ass is pressed against her tight jeans where there is an evident bulge inside of it. You stirred awake, spinning your head until you realized it was your girlfriend who was hugging you so tightly.

“Baby,” you whispered in excitement and tried to turn yourself around so you could kiss her but the woman held you in place, shushing you until you heard her whisper,

“You look so beautiful when you’re asleep,” she places sweet kisses on your right cheek while her hands maneuver to your camisole top until they reach for your full breasts. She sighs in desperation, feeling your nipples perking up even though she hasn’t done anything yet.

“Natasha,” you turned your head until your lips were smashed against her side mouth, moaning when the woman starts grinding her strap in your ass.

“Yes, moya lyubov'?”

“I–Mmph,” Natasha cuts you off with a dominating kiss that made her let out a strangled moan, cupping your breasts harder while rutting her hips until you bottomed on her covered cock.

“Let me make you feel good,” she whispers with a deep voice that gets your cunt all wet and needy. If she touches it right now, you’re sure to cum on the spot. The redhead pushes you into the mattress and hovers you once again, smiling devilishly when your nipples are seen through your white camisole top. She couldn’t wait any longer and slowly took off your top with one swig, gasping at how full your boobs are.

“You’re so beautiful,” Natasha says while burying her face in between your breasts, her other hand palming harshly on your right boob – tweaking your nipple until you let out a loud shriek that made the woman lift her head with piercing green eyes.

“All needy and horny for me, huh?” she chuckles and kisses your middle chest, moaning as you arch your hips for more friction. You need her cock so badly that–

“Daddy,” you whined like a needy whore and humped in the air, closing your eyes tightly when the zipper of her pants hits on your core. “Please, I need you so bad!”

“Shh, Daddy is getting there angel,” she says while pressing kisses below your stomach. It tingles you, the way her expert lips are all over your skin and you want nothing but to be fucked by her right at this moment. You just want to pull out that faux cock and slurp the tip of her toy until she fucks your face as her life depends on it.

“Fuck…” you stifled a whimper.

“No cursing, dorogoya,” Natasha demands sweetly, and kisses your pelvis once more until her hands are hooked inside of your panties and you pull it down swiftly, smirking. “My god, look at you. You have the prettiest pussy in the world, Daddy is so proud that you never touched what’s hers.”

She kneels on the bed and unzips her pants, pulling the jeans down until it reaches her lap in such a teasing way. The redhead smirks at the way you look at the cock that was in between her milky legs, standing at its glory. The faux cock has the same color as her skin and it almost made you believe that she has a dick in her pants. She loved using it on many occasions, especially when both of you are in public and in her car.

Natasha slowly strokes her cock up and down and says, “Suck daddy’s cock, baby. Get it all wet for your tiny pussy.”

You were fully in your sit-up position and grabbed the base of her faux cock, looking at her eyes in the most seductive way that Natasha couldn’t help but moan at the pretty sight. You lick under the cock, lathering it all up until you reach for the tip and sink your mouth all the way to the middle of the strap.

“Oh fuck yes,” Natasha firmly grips your hair and pushes more of the cock inside of your wanting mouth, gagging when the tip hits your throat. Natasha haunches her hips as she slowly thrusts her big cock inside of your mouth, moaning from time to time. “Jesus fuck, I bet your mouth feels so good right now. You’re lucky enough I don’t have a dick because if I did I would’ve filled that filthy slutty mouth.”

Her dirty talking, the way her hands are holding your hair tightly, almost made you come into the scene but you know if you did the woman would have to punish you. And you seriously don’t want that tonight, you want to feel her. All of her.

“Mmph!” you muffled while she bottoms out inside your mouth, your nose pressed against her pelvis, and breathed hard at it. She keeps fucking your mouth more, making sloppy and gurgling sounds until you hear Natasha whispering, “Take it. Take all of my cock, god…”

The redhead pulls your head back until she can see a string of your saliva connected to her dick. She smirked evilly and pushed you back on the bed, turning you until your front was pressed into the soft mattress. She positioned your hips in the air and slaps your right cheek softly, making you let out a loud feminine moan.

“Natasha!”

“That’s not my name, sweet girl,” Natasha cooed while she pushes up her gray thin sweater, her toned stomach on full display. Your ass was in the air, feeling the cool air hit the warm skin – especially the spanked one – and you were in a moaning mess, you wanted that woman to push that cock inside of your pussy until you were braindead. It’s what you deserve after not touching yourself for a couple of months.

“Daddy, please fuck me… fuck me with your big fat cock!” you whimpered, biting your bottom lip hard until you could taste a coil of blood from it. The woman chuckles and pushes two fingers inside of your cunt, feeling your warm wetness all around her thick fingers.

“God, you’re so pretty like this,” she says while thrusting inside of you slowly. “You’re so wet for me too. Daddy can’t wait to fuck you numb.”

Leaning close to your face, she hotly whispers, “You know your safe word. I’m going to fuck that pussy raw… I’m so going to fuck it raw.”

Without a word, Natasha pushes the tip of the cock inside of your warm heat until most of her length is inside of you. You let out a whiny moan as you felt all of her, you felt so incredibly full and wanted. It’s almost like you never want her to pull out.

“God,” she groans with a ragged breath, her firm hands on your hips; gripping your skin tightly. “You’re so fucking tight for me… I can feel you. I want to feel all of you baby…”

“You’re in me,” you whispered breathlessly while you played your tits under your body, wanting to feel more. “Daddy I feel so full… you’re so big!”

“I’m that big huh?” She cocks, pressing her whole front onto your back, and grips your throat with her hand, biting her lip to stifle herself from moaning. “You’re such a filthy whore… wanting to be fucked by me. Wanting my cock so desperately, you can’t get enough of it huh?”

“Yes! Oh god,” you mewled and moan incoherently when the woman starts to pump into you with each thrust, making a sloppy sound with both of your skins. “Oh god, oh god… you make me feel so fucking good.”

“Watch your mouth, detka or you’ll seriously be in trouble,” she states while still pounding her cock inside of you, hissing at the fact that your cunt is gripping it so tight that she can almost feel it. She looks down, sighing in satisfaction to your genitals connected. Well, she has a fake cock but it doesn’t really matter right now. All she feels and thinks is your wet pussy being slammed by her own dick.

“Mmph, yeah, fuck…” Natasha moans to herself once your core is pressed all the way to her pelvis, feeling your wetness all over her skin. “Daddy is so horny for your greedy pussy, did you miss me? Huh? Did you miss daddy’s cock?”

“Yes!” you babbled, letting out pathetic moans that were being filled up the room. The woman presses you harder against the mattress until you can hear the bed squeaking with so much of her thrusting, hearing her grunt with each push.

Her head nuzzles into your neck and bites your exposed sweaty skin, shrieking from her sucking your marked spot. Natasha’s warm hands made their way to your ribs and held you tightly there, pushing more of her length inside of you, almost in a rigid way.

She makes that happy noise that makes your climax come a little sooner and pushes one last time inside of you until your hips are pressed together. “You have no idea how much I masturbate to you every day. When I come home-Ugh, fuck–I masturbate to your naked photos. God, I could’ve called you but you’re so busy you don’t pick up my phone calls…”

“I’m sorry Natty,” apologized while gripping the sheet of a pillow with your teeth as you felt Natasha’s thrusting increase, groaning when the tip of her cock hits your spot; making a sloshy sound.

“S’ okay baby,” Natasha whispers in the nape of your neck and pumps into your wet cunt three to four times until she grunts, “I’m close. You better fucking come for me once I come, got it, princess?”

You nodded frantically and can’t help yourself but scream at the way she slaps the side of your ass, grunting and moaning and grabbing your hair while her hips are still pressed into you. You can feel all of her, you can feel all of her. And never once in your life does this feel good. It felt so immaculate, it’s like she was made for you to be worn out and fucked.

“God damn it,” she uttered while bringing her hand to your mouth, covering it while still pumping inside of you at a faster pace, making the bed shake uncontrollably. “Can’t stop thinking about you when I was away… and when you were asleep I thought about me eating your pussy until you woke up, although I wouldn’t do that without your consent– Oh fuck, right there baby… right there, come for me right now!”

“Ugh–Oh fuck, yes daddy!” you clenched around the girth of her dick and came undone, writhing on the sheets as you screamed with broken moans ahead – your vision blurring at how your orgasm takes over your body. Your chest was heaving, your face was damped, most especially your cunt was very much worn out from her fast-paced fucking. You were about to close your eyes when you heard more of Natasha’s grunting, her thrusting became harsher and she lifted your torso to knead your breasts possessively, her head into your neck as her other hand gripped your hip for leverage.

“You’re taking me so well–Ugh!” She hisses when your ass is pressed up against her pelvis, chuckling seductively when both of your skins are in contact. She then trails her fingers to your clit and pinches on it, hard.

You screamed in the wonder of pleasure.

“I bet that needy little clit needs my fingers,” you did nothing but whispered a ‘yes’ and she continued to shallowly thrust in you. “I bet my cock makes you feel so good. I know it does, god… you’re so beautiful when you’re all over me.”

You nodded, trying to say a word but you were so numb with the feeling that you don’t know how to speak anymore. You fall onto your stomach again and use your arms as leverage, so the woman above you can play with your perked nipples.

“Daddy’s going to cum! Hungh, oh yeah… fuck!” she practically growled and sunk her teeth into your neck. She gives her final thrust until the woman jerks onto your body, grinding your hips together until your ass is very much pressed onto her hips. You clenched around the woman, silently screaming into the pillow while Natasha had her other hand on your throat, pulling you into her until her tits were pressed against your sweaty back. The redhead shuddered, heaving with her undying orgasm until both of your lifeless bodies fell onto the mattress.

Turning, you have your legs on top of her thighs as she pulls you into her, both of your sweaty fronts mending to each other. She sighs, smirking down at you, and presses her lips on the tip of your nose.

“I’ve missed you so much,” she whispers with a croaky voice while her hands trail down your arm smoothly, smiling when you blush at her remark. “What? Did you miss me too?”

“Of course I did, It’s just…”

“Just what, my pretty girl?” Natasha giggles and pulls your neck until your head is laid on her chest comfortably, you smile.

“I just haven’t felt you for so long, that’s all.”

She only hummed and continued to pepper kisses all over your face. You giggled when you felt her lips nudge onto your mouth and gladly opened it, feeling her tongue slip inside. Natasha moans when both of your tongues meet and deepens the kiss, groping your breasts when everything gets heated between you two. But, you were extremely exhausted so you pulled away, letting Natasha look at you curiously and asked,

“Did I do something wrong?”

You shake your head, smiling sheepishly – as if you’re too afraid to ask if she wanted to cuddle instead of fucking again.

“Can we cuddle? Please?”

The woman sighs and purses her lips, then smiles widely at you toothlessly. She pulled you closer to her until her chin was resting upon your head and whispered,

“Of course, my love. Of course.”

And throughout that night, both of you went into slumber and hope that tomorrow she’ll never leave you again.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #black widow x reader #natasha romanoff smut #lesbian #natasha x reader #smut

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doiefics · 10 months

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hyunjin saves the day

pairing: hyunjin x afab!reader

prologue: when life goes hectic, some people bring in a lot of comfort, you can count on hyunjin on a stressful day

genre: fluff + established relationship!au

wordcount: 657

warnings: none

Twenty-seven missed calls, innumerable text messages, and left voicemails. All of these were sent to you in a mere span of two hours. Facing your phone and going through this could cause only one thing, panic.

For the past two hours, you had remained isolated from the rest of the world.

Giving presentations on the growing demand for global and accessible internet marketing to your clients sounded a bit dullbut was the necessity.

You were stressed thinking of the worst possibilities.

Why would your five year old’s school call you at unexpected hours? The mother's brain was only stuck at one question, was he alright?

You immediately took your leave from your corporate building, storming into your car and driving abruptly to your son’s kindergarten.

Your heart rate increased as you reached the reception to inquire about the matter. The only thing you needed right now was to hold your son in your hands.

Even though you had previous thoughts of dropping him when his father fled away after learning about your pregnancy, in the present time, your son was your motivation to live.

“Yes, Ms. Y/N. Ye-Jun injured himself during the swimming session today. We tried to reach out to you but didn’t receive any response back.” The woman who appeared to be one of the school’s authorities stated with a rather questionable look on her face, judging you.

It was not something new for you. Everyday societal condemnation for being a single mother, being portrayed as some careless and unempathetic individual for still pursuing your career.

You thought to yourself as you drove back home to your little one.

“Ding Dong” the bell alarmed, and the doors of your apartment opened for you only to see your son, Ye-Jun, messily covered in chocolate, gummy bears and food sparkles accessoried with a spider man bandaid on his tiny forehead.

The little pororo apron, in addition made it evident he had been creating some mess in the kitchen.

“Look, Mumma’s back home! Give her a hug!” exclaimed Hyunjin.

You still remember your first date. You did not want to lose a person like him, would he also leave? Aafterall you lacked the “youth tag’ while still in your twenties.

But Hyunjin was different.

Recalling his and Ye-Jun’s first meeting, and you sure had never been that nervous before.

Would your then four year old accept a random guy you bring home as his mother’s partner, and in the bigger picture, his dad figure? That stage of your life was filled with doubts, insecurities and questions to say the least.

Luckily it only took Hyunjin one Woody x Buzz Lightyear impersonation to pass your son’s vibe check and ever since they had been gelling well together.

It was not long back when he earned the 'dad' title during the 'Bring Your Dad to School Day' when Ye-Jun suddenly blurted out the word.

Later that night, after cleaning up and dinner, you tucked your son into his bed, caressing his wound and still blaming yourself the same, for never being there for him when he needed you the most. You did not even realize when the tears started to well in your weary eyes.

Suddenly, you felt a pair of arms wrap around you. Obviously, it was Hyunjin who hummed sweetly as he brushed his nose to your nape.

“Is there something on your mind? You know I’m always all ears for that.” He affirmed.

“Nah, it’s just, Ye-Jun, I’m somehow always absent whenever he needs me”. You explained out.

“Come on, Y/N! Isn’t it too harsh to blame yourself for everything? He suggested.

"Have you ever thought that no one can do what you can do?” He continued.

"To be honest, if I were you I would believe that every day of my life." And he continued to answer his own questions, earning a mini giggle from you.

Hyunjin sure did know how to save an awful day.

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lady-charinette · 1 year

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AU where Twilight gets replaced with a different guy after he leaves Operation Strix and he sees how the new guy doesn't treat Yor and Anya as they deserve to be treated.

He isn't rude to them or anything, but he acts incredibly detached and treats them the way a hardened agent would: like assets to a mission and nothing else. He's strict about Anya's schoolwork, but doesn't help her do her homework like Twilight did.

He gives firm orders to Yor to clean the house better, learnt to cook better bc that's whats "expected" of normal civilian women. He asks her to limit the time she spends socializing, asks her stuff like playing good hostess when company is over and that she doesn't sit with the men at the same table but stays in the kitchen...etc. He occasionally walks Bond, but delegates that task mostly to Yor. He trains Bond excessively too, the poor dog is exhausted many times.

Yor, Anya and Bond are miserable.

When Loid sees this (bc he's spying on them duh), he gathers evidence and goes to Handler to report the spy for not properly carrying out his mission and endangering the assets in the mission.

Sylvia points out the spy IS doing his job correctly, he follows the rules to a 'T'. He acts like a typical family man outside but he's professional detached at home where people can't see them.

And Twilight realizes that it was HIM who hadn't quite been following the rules as he should have.

He didn't HAVE to buy Anya all the toys she has, he didn't HAVE to buy Yor new clothes that flatter her. He didn't HAVE to walk and play with Bond. He didn't HAVE to cook every meal to perfection, he wasn't expected to by society's standards. He didnt HAVE to help Yor make friends or Anya with her schoolwork.

He didn't HAVE to care.

But he did.

The old spy is called back to HQ. Yor and Anya don't know whats going on, Anya only knows a different guy is supposed to come, but she didn't want someone else, she wanted her papa back. Bond seemed oddly calm given the circumstances.

The next day, the door to the Briar house opens again.

Yor and Anya brace themselves for the new, unfamiliar face to greet them.

Until a warm, very familiar face greeted them instead.

"L-Loid!"

"Papa!"

Both Yor and Anya catapult themselves from their spots, tackling Twilight in a bear hug. Bond completed the pile by falling onto everyone and slapping Loid's leg with his wagging tail.

Loid laughed, cradling Yor's back with one hand and rubbing Anya's head with the other one affectionately.

"Loid, does this mean-...?" Yor's eyes were filled with unshed tears.

"-...you'll stay?!" Anya cried out, fats tears already rolling down her cheeks.

Loid chuckled, a hint of a blush on his cheeks. His gaze uncharacteristically soft. "As long as you'll have me."

Bonus:

"Good work, Sylvia." The HQ boss greeted the woman, still donning her disguise.

"Thank you, sir." Sylvia ripped the mask off, the face of the spy that replaced Twilight as head of the Forger family laying in tatters on the ground.

Both Sylvia and her superior glanced at a picture of the reunited, happy family (covertly taken by one of their agents in the field) and smiled.

#spy x family #loid forger #yor forger #sxf #anya forger #bond forger #forger family #sxf au #spy family #my fic #my fics

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chuuyrr · 1 year

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scarlet witch! fushiguro! reader participates in the kyoto goodwill event and takes everyone down

jujutsu kaisen x reader

masterlist of the series

╰➤ CW(s): major spoilers for jujutsu kaisen (kyoto goodwill event), multiple scenes of mcu! wanda maximoff were referenced (wanda vs thanos, wanda vs illuminati, and etc.)

╰➤ PAIRING(s): platonic! jujutsu kaisen x reader

╰➤ SYNOPSIS: in which you, teen! scarlet witch! fushiguro! reader, joins the kyoto goodwill event at jujutsu tech. the kyoto students, on the other hand, underestimate you due to your lack of cursed energy, them evidently unable to sense your chaos magic, your powers as the scarlet witch, which is why you are determined to show all of them their place and that you weren't a special grade sorcerer for merely nothing, most especially when overhear that kyoto principal gakuganji intends to have you and itadori yuuji killed. full request here.

both itadori yuuji and gojo satoru surprised the kyoto students, as well as gakuganji and utahime, with yuuji's survival and some strange-looking souvenirs, leaving the tokyo jujutsu tech students, particularly megumi and nobara, mortified, but the kyoto students preoccupied with gojo's souvinirs.

however, it wasn't long before you entered the picture. you were a little late because you had just completed a jujutsu-related mission. but the moment you met everyone and approached, all eyes were drawn to you, especially the kyoto students and gakuganji himself, because megumi, nobara, yuuji, and even the second-years maki, inumaki, and panda were already acquainted with you.

"you're late, [name]," your half older brother megumi greeted your arrival with a small huff of breath but a soft smile.

"sorry, nii-san, had to deal with some curses," you apologized to megumi before greeting nobara, yuuji, and the rest of the tokyo jujutsu tech second-years with friendly side hugs and some "hi's!" and "hello's!" before trotting towards gojo, your adoptive father, who had drawn you into a quick embrace.

"curses, huh? bet they were just a bunch of low grade fours," a mocking feminine voice had caught your ear right away.

you pushed yourself away from gojo and tilted your head, only to find yourself staring at a short-haired woman who resembled maki. with her arms folded, she was staring at you.

"you've got some nerve, lady," you remarked, clicking your tongue and folding your arms across your chest.

"riight?" nobara agreed, taking a step closer to your side and narrowing her eyes at mai.

"a-anyway! you must be fushiguro [name], we've heard so much about you!" miwa, the blue-haired girl, exclaimed ever so kindly with a smile, trying to ease up the tension that mai had started with you, "it's nice to meet you."

"hmm, so you're gojo's adopted daughter, but you're supposed to be from the zenin clan just like fushiguro-kun," noritoshi added to what miwa had said.

"you're the kid of the strongest jujutsu sorcerer who comes from the zenin family in some way," mai sighed, her lips quirking into a taunting smile, "very shameful if you ask me."

you scoffed, "implying something now, are we?"

"well, mai's not wrong; it's just that you don't have any cursed energy on you," todo explained, his words getting on your nerves.

"it's just quite disappointing," nishimiya added.

you held your hand towards utahime, gojo, and even megumi as they were about to intervene, signaling them to stop. as they stopped speaking, you took a step forward, "i'm not one for words, but i'd very much appreciate it if you stopped associating me with the zenin clan or just being the adopted child of the strongest jujutsu sorcerer. i'm not fushiguro [name] or labeled a special grade sorcerer for nothing."

"even gakuganji-san knows that very well, right, old man?"

with that, you looked at him, boring eyes as cold and piercing as ice, enough to send a horrible shiver down his spine while keeping his blood boiling.

"but you guys are just in luck today, you know? because you won't be dealing with okkotsu, you'll be dealing with me," you said, shaking your head.

with that, a "friendly" smile crept across your face, but there was something atrocious and sinister about it, especially given your subsequent choice of words.

"you have exhausted my patience with all your hypocrises and insults, so i do hope you understand that even now, and what's about to happen later in the field, is me, being reasonable."

and just like that, you became the talk of the kyoto students as they discussed their plans for the aforementioned event, just as megumi and the others did when you joined them.

nobara had just finished making yuuji hold a picture frame meant for a funeral to his face when megumi furrowed his brows as he noticed you staring blankly and quietly, deep in thought, as you leaned your back against a wooden beam by the porch, arms folded across your chest.

"are you okay?" megumi asked in concern.

"i'm good, no worries," you smiled at him kindly, closing your eyes briefly before opening them again, "do you mind if i step out a little?"

"just make sure to come back quickly. we still need to discuss our battle formation together, [name]!" panda exclaimed, to which you nodded before departing.

"ugh, i swear i'm pummeling those kyoto students," nobara sighed deeply, folding her arms across her chest. "[name] is clearly upset."

"they have no idea what [name] is capable of," maki said, her lips quirking into a smirk.

"yuuta having to face them before was mercy, but with [name]? it's a different story," panda said, and inumaki agreed.

"but still, they shouldn't have talked bad about [name] like that," yuuji frowned as he moved the picture frame for funerals away from his face.

when you told megumi you needed a break, you weren't exactly telling the truth. as you made your way to the meeting on the kyoto side, you adjusted your black fingerless gloves. you weren't bothered by their underestimation; in fact, it fueled something in you. however, because your abilities allow you to enter people's minds, you were able to confirm their true motive when they were riling you up earlier.

with that, you wordlessly hid and blended within the shadows as you eavesdropped on their meeting.

"kill sukuna's host, itadori yuuji, and that highly disrespectful witch, fushiguro [name]," gakuganji ordered, causing miwa to perk up and the rest to stare at him, "both of them aren't people, so we can just scratch everything down to an accident. no need to hold back or anything."

as you heard miwa mentally refuse, mai, mechamaru, noritoshi, and nishimiya from earlier set on following gakuganji's orders, you heard todo openly decline on their schemes and mention seeing takada-chan. despite the fact that todo and gakuganji had already left, noritoshi and the others continued their conversation.

"it's a serious problem that a half-baked guy like itadori, along with that so-called special grade, gets to be in this match to begin with; as a member of the kamo clan, i can't let this go by idly," noritoshi declared, furrowing his brows.

"i bet she just became a special grade sorcerer because of connections. she has no cursed energy, if anything she should be nothing more than at maki's grade," mai scoffed, "the nerve of her to threaten us like that as well."

"but you heard it from [name], she said she was dealing with special grade curses," miwa reasoned, "and the principal didn't say anything when she said he knew she wasn't just a special grade sorcerer for nothing."

"of course the principal wouldn't say anything. [name]'s adoptive father, gojo-sensei, was right there," shrugged nishimiya.

you closed your eyes as you unconsciously felt your own hands close into trembling fists. relax, [name]. keep your cool. this wasn't the time to let your chaos magic slip out of your control; that would be petty, at least not right now. it was one thing for them to insult and underestimate you, but to drag itadori, your yuuji-nii-san, into this as well? it was a no.

you weren't going to let this go at all costs, and as you left your hiding spot and headed back to tokyo, your eyes narrowed with a faint glint of red glow in them.

as soon as you were reunited with yuuji and the others, you put on a smile, not wanting to worry or speculate, but megumi, being your older brother, was still concerned. your smile was off. nonetheless, megumi didn't question it further and simply filled you in on how all of you were going to win the kyoto goodwill event with maki, unbeknownst to them that you already had a separate plan in mind.

in the forest, you and the other tokyo jujutsu tech students were getting ready for event. you obviously weren't paying attention to gojo's insistence on utahime delivering some sort of inspirational message to everyone when she's clearly unprepared. poor auntie utahime.

the truth is that you were already focusing on sensing the cursed energy of each kyoto student rather than the supposed "boss's" cursed energy. so, after utahime's words of encouragement and hearing gojo's start announcement, you ran alongside yuuji and the others, trailing one of megumi's dogs.

a spider-like curse had appeared out of nowhere from the tree branches, "where are you goooing?"

just as maki was about to dive in with her spear, you immediately shot your hand out and used your red psionics to halt her and panda just as megumi screamed "wait". todo had burst in on cue, snapping the spider curse off the branch. with maki and panda safe from harm, they both thanked you quickly as you released them.

"alriight! everyone's here!" todo exclaimed as he demanded, "come at me! all at once!"

at that moment, yuuji left your side and dashed straight towards todo. yuuji grabbed todo's face in his hands and harshly kneed him in the face, most likely breaking his nose due to the sound of crunching bones.

at that, maki yelled and signaled everyone, "disperse!"

megumi, maki, inumaki, panda, and nobara ran off and scattered as planned, but you stayed right where yuuji and todo are. when yuuji kicked todo in the face and jumped away, he perked up and let out a small yelp to see you still standing there.

"[name]-chan?! what are you still doing here?" yuuji exclaimed in surprise.

you merely flashed him a kind, close-eyed smile as you clasped your hands together, "sorry, yuuji-nii-san, but i'll have to take it from here!~"

"eh? what do you mean by that, [name]-chan?" yuuji furrowed his brows.

yuuji and even todo looked at you, confused, until you walked in a fast forward motion towards yuuji's back, your powers augmenting your speed.

before yuuji could react, you leaned in to his ear, your voice hypnotic as you shot a wisp of red psionics from your fingertips towards his temples, "sleep."

with that, the pink-haired boy's eyes closed and he fell to the ground, sleeping just as you had instructed. this astounded todo.

"how strange.. you don't have cursed energy, and yet..." todo laughed and stared at you in amusement, "ohoho! interesting! mysterious women are quite the charmer. do you intend to go against your own team's plans?"

"i've already said it earlier. this is just me being reasonable," you simply lifted your hand again, allowing red psionics to seep out.

todo charged in without hesitation towards you, just as you had predicted. you effortlessly slid to one side, then another, causing him to snap trees in half. you swept the floor with todo, easily sending him flying into a tree. you engaged him in hand-to-hand combat before he could react. your chaos magic may be intended for long range, but you aren't gojo's daughter or megumi's sibling for nothing.

your swift and domineering attacks, imbued with red psionics, caught todo off guard. the way you hit hard with your fists and kicks reminded him of how gojo fights and as he retaliated, todo was quickly humbled.

although he managed to punch you one or two times, you caught his fist in your red psionic-imbued hand the third time. you overpowered his raw strength with a smirk on your lips and forced him to back away.

you didn't even give todo the chance to use his cursed technique either because you had already restrained him with chaos magic and had his throat in your grip. as he clawed at your grip, todo saw something monstrous in your red glowing eyes.

you wanted to strangle him alive. you wanted to kill him, but you reasoned that this would suffice for the time being.

you stepped the heel of your boot hard on his chest. a blank expression resting on your face as you knocked him out unconscious in the same way you had put yuuji to sleep. one down.

you then looked up in the sky to see nishimiya from earlier, riding on her broom and talking to someone. her eyes widened as she discovered yuuji sleeping on the ground with todo knocked out cold.

"that girl just took them out like it's nothing.. she doesn't have cursed energy but.. she has these weird red glows.. did she lie about having no cursed technique?" nishimiya said to noritoshi.

"what do you mean?!" noritoshi responded to nishimiya, his eyes opening from shock.

you turned your head, your eyes narrowed, and you quickly lifted a hand and leapt into action. bullets fired from a distance at you and yuuji but those same bullets glowed red and came to a halt in mid-air. you gathered the bullets as you sprinted around, earning an annoyed yet surprised look from mai herself.

you returned all of her bullets to her with a smirk and a wave of your hand, resulting in bullets grazing her and hitting her arm due to the incredible speed of the shots. you then left yuuji's unconscious body alone, sprinted, and ran straight towards miwa, who readied into a stance and drew her sword.

you leapt, executing a quick, clean flip just as she did her simple domain, avoiding her blade like it was nothing.

"what reflexes!" miwa's mouth hung open as she turned to face you, her mental thoughts being heard by you., "i know i hesitated, but still, my counter didn't even scratch her!"

you maintained your poise as bushes and leaves rustled and crunched around you. mechmaru ran and positioned himself just a few steps away from you, ready to fire at your back, with you easily sensing mai and noritoshi's presence among the trees as they remained hidden.

"hmm... i'm surrounded," you muttered quietly, tilting your head as you watched nishimiya join miwa and mechamaru.

"just what the hell are you?" nishimiya demanded, glaring daggers at you, but you could tell she was terrified of you—perfect, "no cursed energy, and yet you..." she exclaimed further, referring to your red psionics.

"you're right, i don't have any cursed energy. quite ironic, isn't it?" you managed a small chuckle, relishing in her and the other's priceless infuriated expressions across their faces, "i go by many names.. many identities.. but one thing's certain, i'm your nightmare."

you extended your hand and directed red psionic vapors toward mai and noritoshi. as you took aim, mechamaru fired a blast from his hand at you, while miwa charged at you head-on with her blade. as you shot a much larger blast of your own red psionics at miwa, you lifted your right hand, generating a shield out of your psionics to withstand mechamaru's blast of cursed energy.

mechamaru engaged you in hand-to-hand combat, choosing the sword option, which resulted in multiple blades protruding from his forearm and his nails extending. you easily evaded his attacks, just like todo, even with mai and noritoshi sniping at you through the trees.

mechamaru took a step back, assuming a stance before opening his mouth. a much larger blast of cursed energy was generated and fired at you as a result. you nearly stumbled because you weren't expecting the attack, but you quickly went on defense, regaining your footing with your power pulling you up, and surged more of your red psionics to retaliate, and then you siphoned the blast.

everyone's eyes widened as you sucked up mechamaru's cursed energy like it was nothing, causing his cursed body to break. you overpowered mechamaru in this manner, sending him flying away. you then used your chaos magic to pick up a large piece of ground debris and crash it onto him, paralyzing him before knocking him out unconscious with his cursed body in shambles—his cursed energy now your own power. two down.

with mechamaru down, miwa got back up and attacked you again, this time with her sword. you were taken aback when she brandished her sword, and you used your red psionics to deflect a blow right on cue.

"mechamaru!" miwa yelled at the cursed body, which was no longer responding but was strangely quiet.

as you levitated, your eyes glowed red with power. you gathered more larger debris from the ground and threw it at miwa, who retaliated by slicing through with her sword and jumping to evade you. you darted towards her as your feet touched the ground, throwing unusually large blasts of red, with miwa putting up her sword to take the hits.

miwa let out a small war cry as she brandished her sword at you. you could feel her rage at you for what you did to mechamaru and todo, but her rage wasn't enough. yours was much stronger, much much stronger than hers. they wanted to kill you and itadori yuuji, so you're giving them a taste of your medicine; showing them what kill or be killed is really like.

your lips curved into a sinister smile as you defeated miwa in the same way you defeated mechamaru. miwa gasped in disbelief, her sword shattered by your massive red psionics alone. you picked her up with your red psionics again. for some reason, her cries and struggles simply passed from one ear to the other. you were starting to lose empathy for all of them.

you knew you were going to get megumi, nobara, maki, and everyone else on the team questioning the whereabouts of the kyoto students, including yuuji, whom you had knocked out unconscious, but a voice in the back of your head was whispering encouraging words in your ear. just a little more it said.

as you constricted miwa in mid-air, you raised your other hand, easily deflecting a piercing sharp blood that shot from the trees with a force field.

"let her go, now!" noritoshi yelled at you, leaving his hiding spot in the trees and taking multiple arrows dipped in blood to aim, with mai and nishimiya following in his footsteps, all three of them attacking you at once this time.

"you're going to kill her!" cried nishimiya, sending a strong gust of wind your way.

despite their protests, you continued to fight them one by one, making sure to cause them the most pain possible. you easily turned the tables on nishimiya because her innate technique is simply manipulating tools just like her broom. despite the wind currents she threw at you, you easily retaliated against her.

"she's healing herself while attacking us," nishimiya gulped, looking at the open wounds on your exposed skin from all the fighting close up with your red psionics patching them.

you reached out your hand and took hold of her broom, firmly grasping it with your red psionics as nishimiya struggled to regain control of it. with a smirk, you made a fist and smashed the broom in half right in front of her. you brought your other hand down and threw miwa's thrashing body towards nishimiya, causing them both to crash to the ground, both of them unconscious and covered in bruises and cuts.

four down. two more to go.

mai was a little tricky because of her fiery personality, but she didn't put up much of a fight. hence why adored your maki-nee-san more than her. maki was far more powerful and deserving of a higher grade than her annoying little twin sister. you easily stole her revolver and shot multiple spheres of red psionics at her before constricting her like you did miwa.

"you're a monster!" mai yelled at you as she struggled painfully in the grip of your red psionics.

you simply stared at her, blinking, before darkly smiling again. you had moved quickly forward, shooting a wisp of red psionics to her temples. mai's eyes turned bright red and she screamed.

"what did you do to mai?!" noritoshi enquired as he attacked you with a piercing wheel of blood while aiming arrows at you.

you tilted your head towards noritoshi as you took hold of his attacks with your red psionics and simply returned them all to him. even with convergence to push his blood to the limit, noritoshi was overpowered and caught off guard, impaled by his own arrows with his wheel of blood attacking him severely.

the heels of your boots clicked against the ground as you walked towards him. you return his gaze with your red glowing eyes, your blank stare sending shivers down his spine, completely unaffected by mai's pitiful screams as she tossed and turned in her sleep.

"i can't control everyone else's fear, only mine." your voice was eerily calm as you paused just a few inches from him, a sphere of red psionics morphing in your dominant hand, "would you like to suffer the same way she did?"

back in the faculty room, gojo and the other jujutsu tech teachers from kyoto and tokyo were taken aback to find you standing in the middle of the forest, surrounded by the unconscious bodies of the kyoto students through the crow. unfazed, you returned your gaze to the bird, but your eyes were glowing a menacing red color once more, aware that gakuganji was watching you.

you maintained a relaxed posture. neither your posture nor your expression had changed much, but you seemed to be a different person. even your adoptive father, a special grade sorcerer, was taken aback as you tilted your head and stared straight at them without any warmth in your eyes. your presence was as cold as ice, and the person gojo and the others were seeing right now was more dangerous and cunning than any special grade cursed spirit.

it was the scarlet witch herself.

"w-what's going on with [name]?" utahime was the first to speak up. even your auntie utahime was scared of your performance right now.

"i.. don't know.." gojo slowly drew his blindfold down to his neck, completely stunned, "this.. this is the first time i've seen kikufuku, my [name], use her abilities without holding back."

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vex91 · 3 months

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Treat you better

Chapter 3: A date?

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3rd's POV

In the morning just as you were about to walk out you nearly tripped on something, catching attention of Yuqi who also left her house that morning. In front of your house laid a bouquet of beautiful roses. You were stunned at how pretty they were but unfortunately they didn't had any note that could help you figure out from who they were.

When you were taking a picture to send Shuhua, you didn't noticed the way Yuqi observed the flowers with a blank stare, not liking someone sending you them but before you could notice it, she put on a smile as she walked over to you "A secret admirer?" She joked as you laughed with her "It seems like it but I don't know who it could be, I didn't told anyone except Shuhua about me coming back yet" You honestly had no idea who could be sending you flowers.

"Anyways, how are you Yuqi?" You took your attention away from the flowers and to your smiling neighbor. The moment you did her whole demeanor changed and she became a little more nervous than before, her hands nervously played with the inside of her pockets as she answered "I'm good, I was about to go to work. Y/N listen, I was wondering if you wanted to... I don't know maybe grab some dinner later? Only if you want to of course, it's totally chill if not" You looked surprised at her proposition as Yuqi didn't tried getting close with you yet but it did made you smile.

"Of course, I would love to. I finish at 7 PM today so maybe you could pick me up and we go from there?" I asked to which she nodded frantically "Of course, yeah. Here, let's exchange numbers and you can text me your work address" She took out her phone and while exchanging them her hand brushed against yours causing butterfly to erupt in your stomach as you blushed. This woman was not good for your heart.

You got your phone back and looked at the screen reading Yuqi❤ and smile at the heart she put.

"Well see you tonight then?"

"See you tonight"

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"Are you excited for your date?" One of your coworkers, Minjeong asked as she watched you pack your stuff after finishing your shift. You blushed at her comment but tried to hide it "It's not a date Min, it's just a friendly dinner between two neighbors" She rolled her eyes at your answer because clearly you both knew it was bullshit.

"Between two neighbors who want each other" Minjeong had a point, at least a little as you really did wanted Yuqi but you weren't sure about her feelings, for all you knew she could just see you as a friend. That woman who was at her house could be her girlfriend or someone she likes.

"Isn't that her?" Minjeong pointed outside to Yuqi who waited patiently on her phone for you to pack your stuff and come out. You smiled at how calm she seemed.

"See you tomorrow Min" You hugged your friend "Have fun on your date and tell me all about it tomorrow" You laughed agreeing and leaving your workplace "Hey, I hope you weren't waiting long" You run over to Yuqi who put her phone away, smiling at you "No don't worry, you ready?" Nodding both of you started walking in the direction of the restaurant Yuqi chose.

In the distance Minnie was in her car, observing as you happily walked off with Yuqi. A frown evident on her face as she got out of her car. She turned to her assistant "Miyeon, keep an eye on them. I have to deal with something first" She said before going in the direction of your workplace.

Soon you were going to be hers again.

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Summary: Y/N and Minnie were a couple ever since College but when Minnie started working on building her company she became distant with Y/N which resulted in them breaking up. Y/N left Korea for a while but after coming back she met her new neighbor, Song Yuqi who clearly got interested in her. What will happen to Y/N when her ex-girlfriend comes back to the picture?

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rebelliousstories · 1 year

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25 Days of Ficmas

Relationship: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader

Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 1,438

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Summary: Hangman takes his lady home for the holidays and she gets to experience a Seresin Christmas, with all the nieces and nephews.

“You’ll be fine, baby! Just come on and pack!” Jake called out to his girlfriend. She ran around their home, making sure that she had absolutely everything ready to go for their flight. The man laughed as he followed her into the bedroom for her third lap, and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her close to his body with a chuckle.

“Jake, seriously! I need to double check the rooms and make sure we didn’t leave anything. Stop!” She started to laugh a she buried his face into her neck. The beard he had been growing for about a week tickled along her neck, sending her into a fit of giggles.

“Darling,” he drawled, “relax a little bit, alright? We’ll be alright. Now, come on. We’ve got a plane to board.” Jake dragged hiss girlfriend along with him to the front door where their bags sat, waiting for them. The couple grabbed the bags, and made their way to the airport. While Jake didn’t like to fly civilian, none of his friends could take them home for Christmas, which he understood. So he sucked it up, and had to trust a stranger with his flight. Thankfully, there wasn’t too much trouble in between California and Texas, which meant that their flight was smooth sailing.

Stepping out into the Texan airport, Jake stopped and took a deep breath in, and out. His girlfriend chuckled at his overdramatic actions , and continued to grab their luggage from the carousel. It was a blissfully chilly day in Austin, made evident by all the locals wearing coats to come pick up their loved ones. A sign saying “Mr. and Mrs. Hangman” catches the couples attention, while Jake starts laughing. His mom is standing there by herself, but everyone knew that the rest of the Seresin clan was waiting at the house.

“Jake! Oh hi babies!” She ran over and grabbed the couple in a tight hug. Mrs. Seresin pulled away and petted the top of Jake’s head lovingly.

“Oh look at you. You look well fed,” she turned to the other woman in the area, “and you my dear! You look positively glowing! Oh we can’t wait to have you too home.” And they began to make their way to the tuck, and to the ranch. The entire ride home was spent catching up, and talking about everything they can expect this Christmas. While this was not the first time the family was meeting Jake’s lover, it was the first Christmas that they had spent together. As they pulled up to the house, the family dogs came out and ran all around the truck. Jessie and Jenny were two Border Collie mixes that helped with farm work and were never excluded from festivities. Jake laughed as they tackled him into the ground, while his girlfriend took pictures instead of helping him up. Eventually, he managed to pull himself away, only to be tackled as soon as he walked through the front door yet again.

The dogs came in, but Hangman was, instead, tackled by tiny humans. His nieces and nephews got excited when they saw uncle Jake walk through the door. They climbed all over him, and laughed as he picked them up and swung them around.

“Oof! If you guys get much olde and bigger, I won’t be able to do this.” The kids let Jake up after a few minutes while his sisters came over and welcomed the other adults into the room. His dad was nowhere to be seen but he usually didn’t get to the home until after he got off of work.

“You guys are just in time,” his sister, Savannah, piped up, “we were just about to decorate some cookies. Y’all wanna join?” The couple happily agreed and made their way over to where the rest of the family had set up the cookie station.

“Uncle Jake, will you help me with my cookies?” One of his nieces, Clara, asked with wide eyes. Before he could say yes, another voice spoke.

“No! I want uncle Jake to help me!” Trevor, his oldest nephew, shouted. Savannah reprimanded the boy for shouting, and Clara began to cry. But, the adults in the room remained calm, and Jake grabbed both child’s hand.

“How about uncle Jake helps both of you on your cookies? There’s no reason why you can’t share. It’s Christmas kids! Come on. Let’s make some cookies for Santa to enjoy later.” This seemed alright with both children, and they happily started on their cookies with their sibling, and favorite uncle. A wail rang through the house and Jake’s other sister, Daisy, dropped her materials in favor of answering it. The rest of the family had fun putting different frostings on each cookie and covering them with different sprinkles. Eventually, Daisy came back in with a little bundle in her arms, and a small child behind her legs.

“Akie! Akie!” The little girl, who looked no more than two years old, yelled when she saw who was at the table. He gasped, and turned around with a big smile on his face. Jake dropped down to one knee and accepted the little girl barreling towards him.

“That’s Jake, sweetie. Jake.” Daisy enunciated his name for the little girl.

“Akie!” She continued to yell, causing everyone to chuckle. Her mother simply shook her head and bounced the little bundle in her arms.

“How you doin’ miss Anna Marie? You being good for your momma?” Jake asked, as he stepped away from the table for a bit. But Clara and Trevor didn’t mind. They simply pulled Jake’s girlfriend over to help them instead. The little girl nodded in Jake’s arms while he walked over towards his youngest sister. He kept his voice low as he talked to her, careful not to disturb the sleeping baby in her arms.

“How’s Jackie been lately?” He asked, looking at the little girl in his sister’s arms.

“She’s been good. Being a baby so I’m not getting much sleep, but her daddy has been helping whenever he’s home even though I know he’s dog gone tired.” She smiled at her brother and her oldest daughter. Anna Marie decided to snuggle into Jake’s chest, and if her hands weren’t full, Daisy would’ve taken a picture.

“That’s good to hear Mike’s helpin’ even with his schedule. Means I don’t have to beat anyone up this holiday season.” They both chuckled and watched the kitchen with interest. His lover, and his family were all having fun making a mess of the cookies. Gravel crunched outside, signaling the arrival of the men, besides Jake. His father, and both brother-in-law’s walked through with grocery bags in their hands; he had no doubt that they were sent to the store earlier by his mom. Jake went around and greeted everyone else as they came indoors, all while little Anna Marie stayed snuggled into his chest. She finally let go in favor of cuddling her dad, and Jake returned to the table where they had saved a few cookies for the rest of the family to make. He placed his hands on his girlfriend’s waist, and leaned in to press a kiss to her cheek.

“Having fun, darling?” He asked looking at the cookies.

“We most certainly are. Whatcha think?” She pointed to the cookies in front of her. They looked delicious, even if they weren’t going to be winning any contests anytime soon.

“They look good, baby,” he leaned in close to whisper in her ear, “not as good as you.” Jake pressed a cheeky kiss to her neck, while she turned around to swat him in the chest.

“Jake Seresin!” She hissed, but the smile on her face betrayed her actual feelings. He laughed behind her, and made no move to remove himself from her.

“I’m glad you came, baby. You fit right in.” He said sincerely, as she turned to face him once again.

“Me too, handsome. I’m glad I came.” They shared a short, sweet kiss before the kids at their feet started to “ew” loudly. Jake turned to face his oldest niece and nephew.

“Y’all two be careful, or else you’ll suffer the same fate!” He began to chase the kid around the room with laughter coming out of everyone. The kids laughed as they ran around before eventually being caught by Jake. And Daisy, with her arms still full with baby Jackie, had Mike record a short video for Savannah of Jake and the kids playing, with the Christmas tree in the background. Screenshots from that video became several new lock screens that Christmas.

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