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geekforhorror · 10 months

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Hello there! It’s me again :p How have you been? Are you eating? Drinking water? Taking breaks? Taking care of yourself? YOU BETTER! Cause I care about you <3

I was wondering. I hope you’re ok with this. But I was wondering if Anakin and Y/N were doing the nasty tango if you know what I mean ☺️ and Either one of them says the safe word. Like lightsaber or something. I don’t know maybe it could be there first time doing it with each other and one of them panics and the other provides aftercare! (Which is very important) :3

I HOPE YOU’RE DOING WELL!! Sorry for any misspelling in there! （＾∇＾）

thank u for another request love it makes me so happy <333

tender loving care

pairing: rots!anakin x fem!reader

warning(s): SMUT (DNI IF YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT!), make out session, fingering (fem!receiving), slight p in v sex, mention of a safe word, fluff, pet names, aftercare, and ani being the best bf ever!

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You and Anakin had been dating for more than a few months now and until this very moment, you had been very timid with expressing exactly what you wanted when it came to physical intimacy. Sure the two of you had given each other head and sloppy hand jobs out on multiple occasions, but not actual sex with each other. Tonight was different. The mood in the room had created an opportunity for you to passionately kiss Anakin on the lips which is how you ended up on his soft mattress right now. Anakin places his body on top of yours while peppering hasty kisses on your neck.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this baby?” Anakin asks you in between kisses.

“Yes Ani… I’ve waited so long for this. For you.” you pant.

Anakin swore he was going to cum on the spot when he heard you say those words. He felt his blood rush straight to his now erect cock and he didn’t even care. All he wanted right now was you in more ways than one. Snapping out of his wet thoughts, he was focused on how eager you were for him to pleasure you like he never had before.

“Good girl,” he says. He then gets off of you and takes his soft bed robe off of himself, revealing his toned physique, which you couldn’t help but look at. Your eyes are also drawn to the massive hard on in his black boxers, causing you to get extremely turned on.

Anakin finally gets back on the bed in the original position he was in minutes prior, now towering over you and you felt the warm anticipation growing between your thighs. He starts to slide his gloved hand up the hem of your dress before he reaches the wet area that had clouded your lace panties. “My girl is so wet for me, huh?” he asks, sounding intrigued since he had done barely anything to you yet. You feel too embarrassed to give him a verbal response, so you just nod your head in silence. He starts rubbing away at your clothed heat that was already a bit sensitive, causing you to let out a whiny sigh. Anakin notices the sound that had escaped your pretty lips and immediately chuckles at it. His fingers seem to have found your clit and he immediately presses down on it before flicking it up with his skillful fingers. You bite your lip at his actions and squirm underneath his touch.

“Need you so bad, Ani… Need you inside me,” you whine.

“Patience, my love. I’m just going to stretch you out a bit so that it won’t hurt as much,” he starts. Shit. You were screwed. You just knew he was going to be big when he said that. “That ok with you my love?”

“Yes Ani,” you say truthfully.

With that, he slides his fingers underneath your waistband before pulling them off of you, letting them hit the cold floor. He pulls the hem of your skirt up to your abdomen, revealing your bare cunt to him.

“Such a pretty pussy and it’s all mine,” he coos. Maker, why did he have to be so hot with his words? You weren’t complaining though.

He drags his index finger and middle finger over the soft flesh of your glistening cunt before you feel them enter you without any warning from him. “Mhmmm… My girls so tight around me and I haven’t even fucked her yet,” he groans. “Let’s fix that, shall we?”

He manages to find your sweet spot by curling his gloved fingers deeper inside you, bringing you pleasure while doing so. He knew your body so well after countless sessions of finger fucking you until you were a moaning mess for him and only him. He rubs that so called “sweet spot” and your only response was a loud and needy moan. He fucking loved it.

He adds a third finger which creates a slight stinging sensation, but how could you care when he was three fingers deep inside your aching cunt, making you feel so good? He picks up the pace of his motions and you swear tears were threatening to spill from your eyes.

“Fuck… Anakin…” you let out, whimpering more than ever.

“Yes sweetheart?” he asks.

“ ‘M so close…” you say to him.

He chuckles at your answer while continuing to circle his fingers inside you. He was in heaven.

“Cum around my fingers then… Always feels so good when you do,” Anakin says encouragingly.

He thrusts his fingers a few more times before your spongey walls spasm around his skillful fingers, causing you to splash your release all over his gloves in shame. He slowly brings his hand up to his face before inserting his drenched fingers into his mouth, now tasting every last drop of your sweet release.

“Mmm.. Tastes so fucking good, darling… Always do,” he praises while you were seeing stars.

After making sure a single drop didn’t go to waste, he moves his hands toward your hips before grabbing at the fabric of your dress. He slowly slides the dress over your head as you lift your arms to allow the dress to successfully get off of your body. When the dress finally hit the floor which allowed Anakin take in your figure, he was wasn’t expecting you to not be wearing a bra underneath. Your nipples were met with cold air, making them harder along with Anakin’s cock.

“Maker, you’re going to be the death of me,” he says sensually.

He drags his mouth over one of your sensitive nipples and starts sucking away at it like it was second nature for him. His warm mouth was a big contrast to the cold air that your nipple was exposed to and you can’t help but revel in the warm sensation. “Just like that, Ani…” you say in a lustful voice, making him suck harder. He pulls his mouth away from your nipple before going to suck on the other one just as hard. You once again wince at the gratifying sensation, which just boosts his ego even more.

“Ani?” you ask in between a gasp.

“Yes darling?”

“I- I want you to fuck me” you say without shame.

“Are you sure baby?” he asks.

“I’ve wanted you for so long to the point where I need you now,” you admit, making him smile lovingly at you.

“If you want me to stop at all, just say your safe word and I will stop right away,” he coos. You nod at his affirmations which makes him smile. “Do you remember your safe word, my love?” he asks gently.

“It’s lightsaber,” you say confidently.

“That’s a good girl,” he praises. He wastes no time taking off his boxers before throwing them to the ground with the other garments that had littered the once tidy floor. Just as you expected, he was huge.

“I’m going to slide the tip in first and just tell me how it feels, okay sweetheart?” he says to you, trying to make you feel as comfortable as possible. You had slept with other people, but it was meaningless looking back at it because you didn’t love them as much as you loved your sweet boy. Your relationship with him was more than special and you wanted to have sex with him when you felt ready to get back in the game. He made you feel special and that’s what you were to him in his eyes.

“I- I want your entire cock, Ani. Not just the tip,” you say breathily. Anakin was taken aback by your words and didn’t know what to say at first. He hated to admit that his ego had grown with your words, but it was true.

“Whatever you want darling is yours,” he replies with a toothy smile. He then lines his cock accordingly with your warm entrance before you give him a nod, indicating that you were ready. He pushes into your needy cunt and he swears he’s going to pass away at the feeling of it. You gasp at the sensation of his cock hugging your cervix, but it later subsides into a gasp of pleasure. Anakin bottoms out and slowly starts to move inside you. You wanted more.

“Faster Ani, please,” you beg of him.

“Are you sure?” he asks you.

“I can take it,” you reply with a faint smile plastered on your face.

He complies with your request and instantly thrusts harder into you, causing you to grab at his gorgeous locks to provide some balance and out of pleasure, of course. He loves the feeling of it and it only harshens his pace. You can feel everything inch of him as he’s pounding in you mercilessly.

“Fuck, Ani…” you moan as the sound of skin hitting skin fills the room.

“Maker, you’re taking me so well… just like I knew you would,” he says in between thrusts. One thrust in particular has you clawing at his back and you knew he loved it. He then hits a spot you didn’t know existed which makes you a complete moaning mess.

“That’s my fucking girl,” he grunts into your ear.

All of a sudden, the sensation became too much for you to handle and became painful as he continued to slam into your loose hole. You felt like your heart was racing at what seemed to be 10,000 beats per second. You had never felt this way during sex before. It felt like you couldn’t breathe. You realize that Anakin’s still inside you and you knew you had to call it out.

“Lightsaber!” you yell out, making Anakin stop and pull out instantly.

“Hey, hey, hey. What’s wrong, baby?” he says concerned.

“It was t- too much, Ani. I thought I could do it, but I couldn’t,” you say in between breaths.

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” he says before wrapping his arms around you in a hug. You let yourself fall into his arms as he caresses your hair in comfort.

“I’m sorry Anakin,” you say with disappointment evident in your shaky voice.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, my love,” he assures you, his voice sounding more soothe than ever. “I’m glad you let me know,” he continues.

“Really?” you ask.

“Yes, really,” he says with that smile you love so much.

“I love you, Anakin,” you say full of adoration.

“I love you too, darling. More than you’ll ever know,” he says before pulling in for a kiss which you accepted. Your guys’ lips move against each other’s in unison and it feels like everything in the galaxy is moving slower because of the passion fueling it. After a few lingering seconds, he slowly pulls away which breaks the kiss.

“Just know I would wait a million years for you if necessary,” he says.

“You’re such a dork, Ani,” you tease.

“So I’m a dork for loving an amazing girl like you? Ouch,” he says sarcastically, knowing that you’re completely joking. You laugh at his response and you can see the joy in his eyes from being around you.

“Let’s go run you a bath,” he suggests before offering his hand to you. You accept his hand before he leads you into the bathroom, ready to treat you like a queen.

#anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker smut #star wars anakin #anakin smut #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin fluff #hayden christensen #anakin star wars #star wars fanfiction #star wars #revenge of the sith

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marigolddove · 11 months

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Love Begins With Murder, Believe it or Not.

Part One

This is a request from @yandere-dark-cupid, I'm sure you intended for this to be a one-shot...buuuuut I got super carried away because I L O V E mafia/mob AUs. They're my favorite all around and I just couldn't help myself, especially when you said you wanted a sweet civilian that's my jam. So, yeah this is part One for now, I'm thinking this is gonna end up being 3 parts minimum with how it's going and I will tag you in all 3, thanks for the request it was so much fun to plan and write and I hope you're happy with it!

Warnings: Blood and violence at the start, bit of torture and mentions of murder. Only at the very start though.

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If Wally Darling could only choose two qualities he hates most in this world he would choose dishonesty and disloyalty. Both of which this sorry bastard strapped to a chair in his office have. Wally didn't need to watch to know Barnaby was doing his job and doing it well, making this insignificant waste of air scream and wheeze through his gag.

He had more important things to focus on anyhow, like his craft for one. Having grown bored of reading recent reports and approving deals with neighboring rival groups, he turned to what he really loved most: art.

Sure now it was only a hobby compared to his full time job of running his family, but in his younger years it was his passion; his reason to get out of bed each morning and breathe. He's become weary and disappointed by his lack of motivation and inspiration as of late. There was a time when no one could pull him away from an easel or a sketch book for hours; but now, even with the tension and emotions bouncing around the room from this well deserved "lesson" he couldn't fully immerse himself in his work.

At a particularly loud and strangled cry from the now ex-member of his family, Wally growled and scribbled through his current piece so violently the paper ripped; then tossed the sketchbook and pencil haphazardly onto his desk. He finally turned his attention to Barnaby and his victim.

Barnaby, having heard his friend's frustration through the gasping breaths of some no-name newbie who crossed Eddie and Frank, immediately fixed his attention onto Wally.

"Everything alright boss?"

"Just peachy." Wally sneered sarcastically, clasping his hands tightly together on his desk, "I believe I'm now tired of our session, you can take him and finish this up elsewhere, please? Oh, and on your way out get Julie for me."

Barnaby immediately unstrapped the man from the chair and threw his weak, limp body over his shoulder, "Sure thing boss, I won't take up more of your time; but I'll be around if ya' need me." He moved to grab the bloodied and soiled chair, but stopped when Wally waved dismissively.

"No need for that, leave the chair and the mess, I'll have someone else clean that. Thank you Barnaby, be safe." Barnaby nodded and with that left the now slightly dank office.

Now alone for a moment, Wally leaned back into his leather seat and sighed, typically he wouldn't have these sessions in his office but this had been a…special occasion. A heat of the moment call if you will.

You see, that man had been new to the family, very new. He had yet to learn just how important family really is to Mr. Darling, but when he put the lives of Eddie and Frank into danger well…now he knew. All could have been forgiven had he shown a bit of sympathy and care for his new found family, but all he seemed to care about was his wallet. Selling personal information about individual members of the family to rival groups or reporters, one of those stories being about Eddie and Frank.

Wally has never frowned upon interpersonal relationships, in fact he had encouraged it. Afterall, love is a beautiful and wonderful thing and he was so pleased it had been found in his friends. It was just such a shame that others didn't seem to share his sentiments on the matter.

Running a hand through his hair, he attempted to correct any loose curled strands that fell into his face and onto his ears during his episode moments before, using any residual hair product still in his hair to hold them back in place. He began to straighten his posture and his desk at the sound of heel'd footsteps against the hardwood floors of the hall outside his door.

Soon in walked Julie, dressed in a very fine magenta three-piece suit, a black criss-cross bow tie, classic black heels and her hair curled and pinned back to perfection; jewelry accenting her manicured hands. Wally felt a swell of pride and admiration towards Julie's sense of confidence and style.

"Well, don't you look fierce today my friend." He started warmly at her entrance, she beamed at his compliment; only briefly glancing at the bloody mess at the center of his office before seemingly losing interest and turning her attention back to him.

"I woke up feeling fierce, so I just had to go all out today," she states as she moves to stand in front of his desk, hands on her hips, "so," she glances at the distressed art book still on his desk, "Barnaby said you needed to see me?"

"Yes, I just sent him to take care of that…problem we were having, and it occured to me that the problem had a romantic partner. A young woman by the name of…" he examined a note he wrote for himself, "Ah, Allison Forester."

A look of understanding flashed across Julie's face, "You need me to take care of her?" She was surprised when he shook his head.

"No, no that won't be necessary. Our message will be clear soon enough, and there was never any evidence she was involved in his little scheme." His face turned a bit sour at the end before reverting back to neutral, "No, I want to send her flowers as an apology for his mess and for my rash actions." He sounded anything but apologetic, in fact he smiled just a tiny bit when calling his actions 'rash'.

"Oh, okay, sure thing sir. Any types of flowers in particular?" She knew Wally was very detail oriented and wanted to be sure he was giving her full creative liberties.

He waved dismissively, "No, just something pretty, that's all for now. You're dismissed, be safe." Turning his attention back to the art book, Julie knew he was now ignoring her; but she didn't take it to heart, he never meant anything by it, that's just how he was. Quick and to the point, and once the point was over he was done with it entirely.

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Julie closed the office door behind her as she strutted her way back out into the main area of the building, the building they're in used to be strictly an office building, but since it fell into Wally's hands it was almost like an art studio where business happened to be held. He had completely renovated the building, still keeping some of the office spaces (not all of them were used as such however) but also turning part of the building into his own private home and space. They had more official places of business elsewhere, this one was just for comfort, for him to be himself.

Only the closest of family members were allowed to work here, the most trusted and beloved; because Wally does love them, even with his business facade and too-cool-for-you appearance she never doubted his love for her and the others. How could she when they're family?

Julie decided she wouldn't leave until she could say goodbye to Frank and Eddie, they were her two closest friends in and out of the organization, and she knew that the recent news of betrayal had hit Frank hardest. Behind their serious and uncaring demnor hid a very emotional individual only she and Eddie really got to see.

It didn't take very long to find them and when she did she nearly hesitated, they were having a moment together and seemed to be having a very serious conversation. Together they sat on a velvet bench in front of a few art pieces Wally had completed, their fingers were interlocked as they faced once another. It seemed so pure and intimate, she nearly turned to leave until Eddie spotted her out of the corner of his eyes and offered her a soft smile and silently waved her over.

When she reached the two she immediately pulled them both into a tight hug, "I'm so sorry, everything's gonna be okay, Wally will take care of this. I know he will." The two hugged her back just as tight.

"Thank you, Julie. We're grateful for the support." Said Eddie, his southern charm as endearing as ever. She felt Frank nod against her shoulder and sniff a little.

She pulled back and with as big of a smile as she could manage, Frank made it a little hard though, her poor friend's face was tear stained and eyes a bit redder than normal. They'd definitely been crying, and looking at Eddie she found unshed tears locked in his eyes and his face more flushed than usual. Good riddance to that idiot, whatever his name had been.

She'd never been the violent or hateful sort, usually charasmatic and subtle, but if Wally or Barnaby had refused to do something about that guy…well, she had no doubts she would have taken him herself.

"So where does Wally have you going?" Eddie asks, changing subject, a knowing look in his eyes. He was a sharp character, so she didn't have to ask how he knew Wally had given her a task.

"I'm glad you asked, he's asked me to pick up flowers for a lady, I wanted your advice on a good shop for it. He wants them pretty." Eddie raised a brow at her and she chuckled, "Not that kinda lady, I'm afraid. It's for the…uh, girlfriend of the scum bag."

"I'm surprised he's sending her anything but a death threat." Frank says.

"Yeah, well boss says she didn't have nothin' to do with what went down. She's just a civilian caught up in it."

Frank nods while Eddie gets this excited look in his eyes, "Oh! I know just the place, hold on," he shifts and reaches into his back pocket to pull out a nice leather wallet, he takes out a small business card and hands it to Julie, "This place is really good at making bouquets, one of the employees there is a real charmer. Name's Y/N, (e/c) eyes and (h/c) hair. They're an artist when it comes to flowers, I swear." He said with a bright smile on his face, before turning a bit sheepish as the tips of his ears turned red, "I, uh, used to go there a lot back when I would get flowers for Frank." He admits.

Frank practically has hearts in their eyes as they gaze lovingly at Eddie and his bashful face, Julie giggles at how cute they are together. They truly deserved the happiness they found in one another.

"Well then, this is where I'll go then! How can I say no when you give such a sparkling review?" She teases, looking over the card and memorizing the address before tucking it into her pocket, "If I tell them your name will I get a discount?" She joked, but suddenly Eddie got a look of realization on his face.

"Ya know what? You actually might! Y/N owes me a bit of a favor, so you just tell her Eddie Dear sent ya and I'm sure she'll do something for ya." Both Julie and Frank gave him a questioning look so he continued, "There was a big ol' spider in there the last time I went, poor thing was absolutely terrified, sitting on the counter and staring at it. So, I killed it for them and they gave me an IOU, they wanted to give me my flowers for the day free of charge, but I refused." He explained with a shrug and a sweet smile.

"Flowers probably won't be too expensive and it's on Wally's dollar so I'm not really worried about it, but I'll still tell them you said 'hi'."

"Please do!"

Julie turned to leave, but not before giving one more tight hug to Frank, rubbing their back soothingly. They return the hug just as tightly.

"Be safe, and come back soon…I think I wanna talk to you alone later. I have a lot on my mind." Frank whispers into her ear, although Eddie might've heard it. He didn't speak on it.

She pats their back, "Sure thing, bestie."

With that she ends the hug and waved as she leaves the room, leaving the two as they embrace one another and continue speaking 'I love you's in hushed tones.

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The flower shop is only 15 minutes from Wally's "home", and even though she recognizes the strip its located in, she's certain she's never noticed the shop before. It's surrounded by restaurants and a bakery, but now that she's noticed it she can appreciate just how cute it looks. It's small and the sign is elegant while the actual building itself is colorful compared to the rest surrounding it. It's actually so colorful she wonders how she's never noticed it before.

She enters the establishment with a ring from the bell hanging just above the door signaling her entrance, the inside is a bit more simple compared to the outside, mostly natural woods and white paint while the flowers brought the room to life with their vibrancy and colors. To her right she sees a (e/c) and (h/c) employee, just as Eddie had described.

You jump up from a stool you had been sitting on behind the counter with the register. Greeting her with a bright, relaxed smile.

"Oh! Hello, welcome, my name is Y/N. Is there any type of flower you're looking for in particular today?"

"Hello, my name is Julie. Julie Joyful, how do you do?" She asks cooly, approaching the counter and outstretching her hand, your smile somehow becomes even more dazzling at her introduction and greeting.

"I'm doing well actually, thank you for asking."

Julie reaches into her pocket and pulls out the business card holding it up, "I got your card from Eddie, he says hello and that you're quite the florist." You move out from behind the counter with a gasp, still smiling.

"Oh! Eddie sent you? Does he need more flowers for that friend of his? I thought for sure he would've won them over by now!" You laugh.

"Nope, he only recommended you, I'm here for another friend of mine actually." Julie corrects, a smirk growing on her lips, "Oh, and that friend has certainly been won over. They're so cute it's sickening."

"Oh I knew it! I had a good feeling about him, I don't always have a good feeling about every customer who comes in, but he was definitely one of the sweetest. Definitely a lot of love in his heart, for sure." You say as you approach a table next to the counter, readying some wrapping and bows/ties, "So, this friend of yours," you start with a lilt, "Are they a friend, or a friend." Julie laughs at your teasing insinuation.

"A friend, and the flowers are actually for a funeral…kinda." You immediately drop a pair of scissors you pulled out of a drawer onto the table, turning with a look of horror on your face.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have been so casual and I shouldn't ha–" Julie laughs, interrupting your hurried apology.

"No worries, it wasn't anyone close to me or to him. It's more of a courtesy thing, I guess."

A bit of color returns to your face as you visibly relax, realizing you hadn't offended Julie. Even so, next time no funny business!

"Well is there any particular message you'd like to send using the flowers? Or do you just want a bundle of the same type of flower? White lilies are very popular for funerals, although they're also great for weddings and symbolize purity, and then there's marigold's. They're a bit deceiving, because while they look bright and sunny they really represent mourning and grief."

Julie took a moment to examine the flowers filling the room, "You can also just choose whatever is prettiest to you, all flowers have special meanings and can be a sentence all on their own, but not everyone cares too much for that as long as they're pretty." You continue, not focused on Julie so much as you browsed the flowers, mentally comparing combinations in your head.

"I'll let you decide, Eddie said you're like an artist when it comes to flowers, so I'll trust you know what you're doing." You hum in response to let Julie know you heard her.

"You said the flowers aren't for anyone close, but are they a friend or family?"

"Family…kind of, I guess. They're for the girlfriend of a distant recently deceased family member."

"Ah, so like you said, a courtesy bouquet."

You take a moment to decide, then you immediately set to work, three types of flower should be enough, a short sweet message, "Coral rose, marigold and blue salvia." You say as you expertly cut the appropriate amount of each flower.

"What would that mean?" Julie asks, watching as you move the flowers to the table and clip leaves from the stems.

"Coral roses can mean friendship and modesty, but in this case it means sympathy. Marigolds, as I said, mean mourning and grief; while blue salvia means 'thinking of you'." You explain softly as you arrange and wrap the flowers gently in a neutral paper; then finally tying it together with a matching cord.

"So essentially I'm trying to tell her: 'You're on my mind and I sympathize with your grief.' short and sweet."

Julie smiles as you turn around and hand her the finished bouquet, it's more colorful than she would've thought a mourning bouquet is supposed to look, but it is pretty just like Wally requested and it has the meaning, "Perfect!".

You smile, pleased that she likes it, before moving behind the counter to ring her up; but then you remember that Eddie recommended her…you do owe him a favor. Maybe this was his favor?

"So how much do I owe ya?"

"Nothing, it's on the house, this time."

She looks up from the flowers to make eye contact, "You sure? They can't be that expensive, I don't mind paying, it's outta my buddy's wallet anyway."

"It isn't that expensive, which is why I don't mind letting this one go. It's for a good cause and I owe Eddie, I don't know if I'm calling this his one favor, but it's nice to do something nice for someone else." Julie smiles at your kindness.

"How about I just pay half then? Just consider it a special discount." That sounded like good middle ground.

You agreed to her compromise, charging her only fifteen dollars, "Thank you for your business, have a wonderful day and I hope your friend approves of the flowers!"

Julie thanked you for your help and waved goodbye before leaving the store and returning to her vehicle, delicately carrying the bouquet.

I am already working on Part Two now!

#welcome home #Wally Darling #Wally Darling x reader #Mafia!Wally Darling #Mob!Wally Darling #Mafia!AU #Violence #Julie Joyful #Eddie x Frank #fanfic

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 8 months

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A/N= I had this idea 5 or so days ago, and I can't tell you how much Professor Geto stuff I've seen since. I guess we're all on the same wavelength, and that's awesome. There needs to be more Professor Geto in the world.

C/W= P->V. Oral (giving/receiving). Lap riding. Masturbation (tiny talk of toys). Adult movie. Some cutesy shit. Some humor. Maybe a few other things. MDNI NSFW 🔞

W/C: 7k+some

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"The pattern of the effectual relationship is more obvious in the decline of overall satisfaction. Do you all see how this corroborates with the suggestion that love and sex don't have to go hand in hand?" He looked at you when he said this. It made you shift slightly in your warmed seat.

Professor Geto was trying not to lose his students' attention in this lecture. But they were all idiots who were run solely by their hormones.

"She can go hand my cock!" Someone yelled from the middle of the auditorium.

"Yes. What a very clever hypothesis," Geto said. "Why, uh, why don't you all just head out. Winter break starts in ... 39 minutes. Just go. Happy whatever. I'll see you in the new year when we're back in session."

The same asshole yelled out, "You mean SEX-SION!" Him and his dipshit friends laughed all the way to the courtyard.

Geto, unamused, shook his head and adjusted his glasses as the rest of his students filed out into the snow. He began putting a gross amount of paperwork into his worn leather bag, and then he looked around to make sure everyone was gone before he locked up.

His eyes landed on you. In your heavy sweatshirt and jeans. You sat in the very last seat in the front row, farthest from the exit.

"Were you asleep when I told everyone to go? Fucking kids these days –" You cut off his complaint and asked him if he could go over one thing with you before you left.

"Oh, a legitimate question. I apologize. What about ....?" He turned his left ear a little to you, hinting at you to say what your name was.

You put your hand to your chest, "Y/n. It's y/n."

"Ok, y/n. What's your question?" You gathered up your laptop and scattered papers and stuck them in your backpack. Then you stood and walked over to him.

He immediately saw how beautiful you are, even hidden away under the navy blue sweatshirt and bulky jeans you wore. You pulled your hood off and let your hair pool around your shoulders.

It surprised him, you staying behind. Most of his students made a run for it as quickly as possible.

Professor Geto was no fool. In fact, he was quite intuitive. He'd run his course based on several factors; how the audience was reacting to him, how he was being perceived at different parts of his lectures. He was always aware of his surroundings.

You got to his desk and leaned your curvy hips against the edge of the heavy, dark wood.

"You say that scientists have long supported the idea that love and sex don't have to go hand in hand?"

"Mmhm." He nodded. Feeling the slightest rush of heat throughout his body while discussing this with you. Surely, he shouldn't feel like he was crossing a line. He was the professor of a very valid and increasingly important course. Plus, you approached him. It's not as if he asked you to stay behind to discuss your grade so he could bend you over his desk and fuck an 'A' next to your name on his computer. These things were typical discussion topics.

"Have these "scientists" done any studies of the effects of dopamine levels in two people that fuck —"

Both of your eyes locked with the other's. Uncertain if you meant to say that to him as he was your teacher or if you intentionally left the word dangling between the two of you in the emptied room.

"If you fuck someone enough..." you continued like you were, for the most part, unphased by his pause. "...and they're good at what they do, and they make you cu– I mean, climax often, if not consistently, then on a semi-regular basis, won't some sort of feelings develop over time? Like, there would be some sort of attachment formed. I know it would be hard for me to be fucking someone, to be so intimate with them and not have feelings bubble up at some point. Especially with all the hormones and shit involved. Some people just make you feel better. You can feign physical attraction. But a chemical one? I don't know."

He stared at you with a blank face. You looked right back at him, waiting for his answer. Your e/c drawing him in. Shifting your backpack from your right shoulder to your left, you cleared your throat.

"Um, shit. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked YOU this. I'll go talk to my family priest or something."

Geto laughed, "You have a priest?" You sat your stuff down and scrunched up your nose, smiling back at him. "Well, no. The only time my family talks to God is when their asses are in the air gettin' – no. Not religious."

"Did you have any other ideas about sex and love? How can you have them both, none, or merely one or the other?"

You were a little taken aback as to why he wasn't offering you an answer. You did, after all, approach him about this.

"What are you doing right now?" He asked you, hoping to come across as cool and apathetic as he always was. But his cock was beginning to ache for your undivided attention. And though Professor Geto was a master at driving people's attention where he wanted it, he could not seem to alter your ability to maintain eye contact.

You suddenly straightened your body at his question. "W‐what am I doing right now? I mean," for some reason, you wanted to come off as if you were in really high demand.

That was anything but the truth: Your mother and step-dad went to his family's vacation home in the English countryside a week before you were out for the winter. They offered to pay for your ticket. But you really didn't like Christmas anyway and told them you had a lot of studying to do.

"Do you have plans over the holiday with your family? Friends?" He waited what he thought was a healthy amount of time before he asked you if you were doing anything special with your boyfriend.

Your outburst of laughter was embarrassing. You haven't had a boyfriend since your junior year of high school. The guys you knew made passes at you, sure. But they were so fucking childish. You hated it.

"Sor- hahaha -no, sorry. I don't have a boyfriend waiting for me under the mistletoe this year. I'm just going to be in my quiet dorm room. Waiting for this godforsaken stretch of time to end."

He didn't find that funny at all, which made you feel like an even larger tool. "So, you're just, going to be alone this Chrismas?"

You lifted your hood over your hair and answered him smoothly. "Yyyyep. I guess I'll see you when we're back in sex-sion? Eh?"

At long last, you got a laugh from him. "So wait. You're telling me that you're capable of laughter!?" You said sarcastically.

"I'm capable of more than you can imagine, little one."

That was it, your cunt fluttered at his suggestive admission. Grasping at anything to break that spell he cast over you. Those were the words that spurred on your attraction for your Human Sexuality professor.

"Well, if you're not doing anything this week, there's a French film playing at the old cinema on 11th and Craine. We don't have to go together. We don't even have to sit near each o-"

"YES. I mean, yeah. I'd love to go. What time?" You interrupted him so hard that he jumped a little at your shouting. He smiled. It was beautiful. He never smiled in class.

"There's a showing to- ah, damn it. Let me check my phone for the times again. Sorry. Hold on." He pulled his phone from his professor-y blazer, and scrolled through the listing. "Yeah. Ok, so there's showings tomorrow night at 7, 9:20, 11:40, and 2am."

Your heart sank to the floor. "Nothing tonight, huh?" He looked at you. So small and absolutely let down. He wanted to comfort you over this absurd disappointment. But that is a line he shouldn't cross. You were his student. It was against the school's code of conduct for him to do anything more than teach you. But this was a loophole. He was fairly certain he could talk himself out of any infraction.

Oh my god, how he wanted to reach his hand to your face. To lift your eyes to his with the pads of his fingers under your chin. It was such a stupid blunder. He almost wishes he hadn't said anything to you about it.

"I – no. I'm sorry, y/n. As it stands, the only showings are tomorrow. I prefer to go to the –"

"Earlier shows, right?" You asked, not even trying to shield him from your growing frustration at having to wait.

"Eh, no. No, actually, I prefer the later ones. The later, the better. Despite being a teacher, I really try to avoid people as much as possible. My friend group is pretty small. Anyway. Here's my card with my personal cell on the back. Let me know if I should expect you, hm? If I don't see you, please have a nice break."

You wanted to protest from the rooftop to keep him there talking with you. But there just wasn't a reason to say anything else. So you said goodbye and walked out into the freezing air. And head back to your 1/2 vacant dorm room.

The way back, you replayed the conversation between the two of you. It felt like a really long talk. But really, it took no longer than 10 minutes.

You felt a little stupid for getting upset about having to wait a whole day to see him. Well, if you decide to go, that is.

For now, you would find odd things to keep you busy to better pass the time.

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You woke up feeling FANTASTIC. You slept for 9 hours. Your dreams were filled with Geto fucking you until you couldn't walk anymore so he had to carry you to his bed and fuck you to the point you couldn't talk. It was the best night in you've had in ages.

Today was the day you were supposed to meet him at the old theater for the French film. You picked up the jeans you were wearing yesterday and dug around for his phone number so you could let him know you would be joining him tonight.

"Whe– Where the fuck is that card! Shit! How am I supposed to call and let him ... oh goddamn it all to hell." You sat down on your bed and tossed your hands into your lap. "The later, the better. Ok. No one goes to an 11:40 movie over winter break. Right? Ok! So I'll just get there at 11:30 and go sit in the theater ... and, and wait. Where is that fucking card!?"

You ripped your desk apart. Shook out everything you wore when he gave it to you. It was nowhere to be found. But at least you knew roughly what time he would be there.

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It was 8 pm, and you were beside yourself with anticipation. You'd already gotten yourself off twice and considering a third orgasm to dull your nervous edge just a bit more.

Instead of trying to ease your anxieties a 3rd time that way, you tried a shower with your favorite aromatic oils. You hated how well this shit worked. "It's so cliché, mom." You told her when she brought you back a box of oils from India.

That all changed when you made your own sandlewood and vanilla blend. You never gave her any shit again. And when they travel, she will oftentimes pick up some new oils for you to test. There's literally an oil for whatever is ailing you.

You were lucky to be one of the on-campus residents to have a newer dorm with a shower in the room. You were fine showering in a more public space, but there were time restrictions in the shared bathing areas.

Turning the water on, you took off your clothes and stepped into the steam. There was a part of you that wanted to take a leisurely shower. To exfoliate and shave and deep condition your hair.

But you were too nervous to hold a razor to your body. The looks Professor Geto had been giving you all semester had finally amounted to something. Was this a date? "I need to stop this hyperfocus shit. Gotta cum again."

You cracked open the shower door and stepped carefully out onto the mat on the floor to dry your feet. You've fallen too many times to not take shower safety seriously. And if you fell tonight you'd never forgive yourself for fucking up this chance.

Your new vibrator was still in its box in your nightstand drawer. You opened the packaging like a child on Christmas morning and started button mashing the 3 at the base of it to figure out which button did what.

"Let's see just what this baby can do. Ok. This button – oh! Oh ... damn." You raised your eyebrows. "I ... may never ... be stressed about anything again."

You figured out the most basic settings; the bunny ears got you off really quickly. Truthfully, it was the in-your-head Geto who did the heavy lifting. But you felt a little better.

You shaved everything you wanted to shave and exfoliated everything that was safe to exfoliate.

The outfit you chose was simple, but seen by the right eyes, it could be considered sexy. It was a long, large floral-print pattern over a solid green background and a white tight-fitting t-shirt. You wore boots with thigh-high socks. This provided you with some warmth from the cold. The socks were thick and connected to a garter belt around your waist so they wouldn't slouch down. You made the conscious decision to forgo panties for the night.

"Ok," you said. "You smell delicious. You're soft and silky. You. Are. Ready. Ready to sit with him for 2 hours and 20 minutes."

"S'do this, y/n."

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Friday 11:30pm

11th and Craine @ The Faux Devant Theater

Film: Ton sexe. Mon sexe. Notre sexe.

Translation: Your sex, My sex, Our sex

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"There's just the one movie playing here tonight?" You asked, embarrassed that you were alone and buying a ticket for a movie that had the word sex in it 3 times, and you didn't know what the other 3 words translated to.

"Yeah, this is here until the end of the week, and then we dig up another one. Blah blah blah."

You laughed at their apparent boredom with the job. "Ok, uh, 1 adult for," you pointed at the poster of the naked people in a lovers embrace. "For this one, I guess." They gave you your ticket, smirked, and told you to enjoy the show.

You went into the dark room, and you were surprised to see how it was set up. There was no traditional theater seating. But there were couches and loveseats spread smartly across the floor.

You looked around for anyone else who might be in there tonight. It was totally empty. Even the projection room lights were off.

The movie was going to start in about 5 minutes. Where was he? "Oh god. Ohhh nooo. Fuck. He's standing me up. And not in a good way, either. God, to think that he would sit through some stupid French flick with me."

You sank down into the loveseat in the middle of the room as your heart sank deeper into your heavy chest. Settling in to watch a movie that you wouldn't have chosen on your own. You were hoping for the best and expecting the worst.

The opening credits started to roll, and the story began to unfold. And quickly, to your surprise. There were subtitles, but you wanted to watch the story rather than read about it.

You're fairly certain that it was about a couple of people who knew nothing of each other or about sex. They experienced all the feelings that come with arousal and wanting another's touch. But they'd never *experienced* it themselves. Not under their own hand or someone else's. It was a sheltered existence they had before moving to the city.

There was one scene that will always stand out to you: They met by chance at a café.They reached for the sugared cinnamon to sprinkle on the foam of their cappuccino, and when their hands touched, neither one of them recoiled. They knew they had to be together come hell or high water. It was cheesy. But beautiful.

It was like because of touching the other person's hand, they finally belonged to this life. They were grounded by this single brush of skin. They were meant to be together.

They explored, touched, tasted their partner's body, and came to find that the only thing they'd been missing from their lives was the other person.

In the scene where they fully dive into their sexual awakening, you thought you heard someone stepping into the room. But you couldn't see anyone when you looked around, so you just turned your focus back to the film and watched these people devour one another.

They both gave of themselves and received everything physically possible. Some things you took note of. If nothing else, you could walk away from this with a few new tricks.

It left you in a frustrated state. Your hands dug into the soft fabric of the couch, and you shifted your weight often. You wondered for just a second what would happen if you spread your legs and slipped your fingers up under the long skirt you wore.

The movie and your feelings were bordering on pornographic. But you've always been a curious soul, so it didn't bother to see this. You were surprised that your professor had invited you to such a thing, though. How was that not crossing into misconduct?

You really didn't give a damn and pushed the thought to the back of your mind. The whole thing was quite beautiful, actually. Despite your growing frustration at Geto for not fulfilling his commitment to you. But no matter. You were no worse for the wear. What could have possibly happened with you two anyway.

Once the end credits came on the screen, you were sure there would be a wet spot on your skirt. You felt yourself filling with that familiar hot tension. Again. As if 3 orgasms just weren't enough for you to chase off the burning need.

You stood from your seat and put on your jacket before you walked out into the freezing night. As you turned around, your eyes zeroed in on a shadowed figure in the corner of the big room.

"Oh shhh–! Oh my god! You fucking scared me, professor! What the hell are you doing here ... now? The movie just ended." He stood up and seemed to glide across the floor to you. Like a vampire or something. He looked dark.

His hair was down; hanging over his shoulders and just a little in his face. But all he saw was you, standing there, trying to explain away your flushed skin as merely the frozen air that had slapped against your face.

Even though that was nearly 2 1/2 hours ago. It was not a good excuse. Nor were you very proud of it. "I'm glad you stayed to watch this," he said in a low tone. "I knew you'd watch it whether I was here or not."

"You mean, you ... you were here? The whole time, too? Why didn't you sit by me? Or, oh gosh, I dunno, at the very least say something to me?" He could see you were getting pissed at him.

Geto knew it was a little dirty to play with you this way. But he couldn't help himself. You are an adult. A big girl, even though you weren't wearing your big girl panties tonight.

"I wanted to study your reaction to the film. And from the looks of your rosy cheeks and dampened spot on your skir– well, imagine my surprise when I saw you enjoying this.

"My skirt and how wet it is OR isn't, isn't really any of your business. Is it? Pro– Geto?" You stopped yourself from calling him professor and called him by his name. It made you two closer to equals that way. Not teacher and student. Just horny woman and sexpot man.

"Oh. I see. So you're saying it's possible that your little cunt was squirming throughout these last 2 hours? And tell me, pretty girl, just what was it you imagined could tame the burning between your legs? Hm? Was it the toy you fucked yourself with earlier but imagined they were me? How many times did thinking of me make you cum? 3? 4?"

He snapped a black band from his wrist and threw his hair up in a careless bun. "Oh. Fuck," you thought. "This man is obsessed with me and stalking me and, and ..." Your thoughts trickled off as you realized how stupid you sounded thinking this garbage. He wasn't interested in you.

As relieved as you felt at that conclusion, you were also hit with a brief sadness that you were just another student to him. He's probably invited all kinds of people to cinema. You were no more special than the last.

"Relax, sweetheart. I don't have cameras set up in your bathroom watching you or anything. That would be tacky. I just know your type. You're easily scared."

You laughed at this.

"You get off to relieve tension and stress."

"Yeah? So? Who doesn't?" You shot back at him.

"Fair enough, fair enough." He looked amused by your argument. "Mm. Well, this is all very interesting. But it's time, once again, to watch, so sit down." He pointed to the place next to him.

You openly mocked him for ordering you around. "'Sit down? Sit," your laughter was spiteful. "Sit down. Oh-kay professor." There was that word again. "I've already seen the movie, thanks."

Geto reached up to take your hand and place it against his soft lips. He held it there for a moment and said, "Yes, but you haven't seen it with me." He rooted his dark eyes to yours and stuck the tip of his tongue between where your index and middle finger met. And licked you.

"Sit." And you did.

Wet pussy and all.

The movie has started, and all you want to watch is Geto. The man is beautiful. It made you almost angry about how beautiful he was.

30 minutes into it. He has kept to himself.

45 minutes into it, and his breathing hasn't even changed. But you're feeling the slick between your legs becoming more and more prevalent. Your skirt is getting the worst of it. You're not sure why you do this, but you uncross your legs. Hoping against hope that the way they were pressed together, the way they forced your pussy to rub on itself, would stop.

You were going crazy from this man's indifference.

1 hour into it, and you feel him turn and look at you. He readjusts himself on the plush seat and puts his hand on your knee.

You looked at him, thinking again of how the sharp tip of his wet tongue felt between your fingers. Your breath hitched for just a moment, and he took notice of the change in your demeanor.

Your body is no longer languid on the wide cushion beneath you. Geto wants you to relax while under his watchful eye. He wants to see you come apart at his fingertips. He wants to put you back together, too.

"Is this ok, pretty girl?" Geto asks in an almost too-quiet voice. He looks at you as shadows dance around the room. The couple in the movie has just discovered going down on one another. You watch them with an unwavering focus because if you don't, you're afraid you'll climb on your companions' face and suffocate him between your thighs.

"Mm. You're not comfortable with this. That's fine." He started to pull his hand back from your knee, and you turned your attention to him. Ready to protest his withdrawal, you stumble for your words. "I, I neh–" You clear your throat and try again. "Fuck! I never said that I wasn't comfortable with your hand on my knee. We're not in middle school, Geto. Put your hand on my fuckin' knee if you want to. It doesn't make any difference to me."

He cocked an eyebrow. "No? No difference at all. You're a bigger pain in the ass than I gave you credit for." He shook his head. "I think it's best if I just go. Would you like a ride home?"

"A ride home? Are you fucking kidding me?" You pulled his hand over and sat it on your lap. About 5 or 6 inches above where he'd originally positioned it before. "It ... does ..." You nearly choked on your words this time. "It does make a difference. Ok? OK? Happy now?"

Geto scooched a little closer to you so he could relax, and his hand would stay where you put it. He smiled. "I am. Thank you."

His hand was a double entendre. It made you wonder how something so presumably light could feel so heavy. Such a calming gesture, making you feel so wild.

Geto's right index finger began to draw small but deep 8's over your skirt into your skin. He could feel how warm your body was getting.

You're breathing heavily now. He leaned up and got much closer to you and reached up to brush one of your stray hairs aside like it was the whole reason for the sudden lack of oxygen to your brain.

1 1/2 hours, and his hand is the only thing holding you to this earth. You could sprout wings and fly away. You feel lighter, somehow. Even though he's tethered you here. Tied you to this couch that's seen god knows what. Will it get a new viewing of its own tonight, perhaps?

A particularly graphic scene comes up as you sit there next to Geto. You try to look away, but his grip on your leg tightens. You feel a wave of dizziness as his piercing eyes lock onto yours. "I didn't ask you to the movies with me so you could stare at the wall. Watch this. Learn. Listen. Why do you think that it's impossible to keep love and sex separate during the course of a relationship? And I'm not referring only committed ones.

"A sexual relationship doesn't have to be anything more than the expression of appreciation for someone's physical beauty." He continued. "Love usually runs deeper. To a person's soul. I mean, if you believe that people have souls."

You rolled your eyes. "I hate to play the sexist card. But leave it to a man – a really fucking attractive man, no less, to downplay the closeness that can resonate during sex. Lovemaking. Fucking. Call it what you want. But that's about as intimate as you can get with another person. And I think it's a really vulnerable posit–"

Geto started belly laughing. He lifted his hand from you to hold his flat stomach as he cracked up at your expense. "Listen to you. You sound like a virgin who's grown up watching only movies where there's a happy ending. A true happy ending with a knight in shining armor riding in on his unicorn steed carrying a single white rose because only the best for his untouched bride." He laughed another hard chuckle and looked back at your unamused face.

"You can be a real asshole, you know that." You said. "Just because I think that love AND sex go hand in hand doesn't mean I live for Disney movies. I'm well aware of the harsh realities surrounding love and sex. The way that people are lulled into a false sense of security. They give themselves fully over only to be kicked in the teeth and left on a curb holding a sign that says, 'I'm broken, but give me a chance. PS I'm a good cook, b‐t‐dubs.' And furthermore, it's no secret that the more invested a person becomes in their S/O, the more they turn themselves over to th—"

Geto leaned in and kissed you so lightly on your lips that were moving a thousand words a minute . "Who hurt you." He asked after pulling back. His smile was like a corrosive gel that you could slather on the most tarnished surface to get the ugly off.

You were surprised at how gentle his lips were against yours. You always imagined your time with him would be, well, not that tender. "W–what was that for?" Goddamn it. Why were you always suspicious of people who showed you any interest?

He was silent. After a long pause, he finally spoke, "I wanted to see what it would feel like." You scrunched up your face without even realizing it and asked him if he's ever kissed anyone.

"Are you fucking dumb? Of course I've kissed people. Many people. Men. Women. Any adult on the 'human' spectrum." He rubbed the back of his neck with his left hand. "Ahh. I wanted to see what it was like to kiss you. Ok?"

You thought about that for a moment before leaning over and kissing him again. Softly. Timidly. Sparingly. You were afraid to give too much of yourself to this man. Through kiss or otherwise. It would be too easy to become all consumed with him. You could see yourself vanishing in his wake.

"And that? What was that for?" He asked, staring at you through lustful eyes. You shrugged playfully.

You're not even watching the movie anymore. Really, there was not much point for both of you to sit through it again. You wouldn't forget about the story for a long while to come.

He grabbed your hand and pulled you closer to him. "Prof–professor Geto ... I ... I ..." Your words were desperate. They almost came across as whines. You hoped he'd only note the neediness in your voice and not the pathetic way you're so touch starved.

"Yes, y/n? Tell me. Just ... just tell me." You ran your fingers down the back of his head, eliciting a heavy shiver as you sat down, straddling him. You could feel the bulge grow beneath your spread cunt. He reached to cup your breasts in his slow hands.

You dropped your forehead to his, and for a moment, you wondered if he knew you were bare under your skirt, save for the belt and your socks. You pooled your skirt up around your waist, exposing your thighs and ass. He does now, you thought.

Geto's hands fell to your legs, and he rubbed the soft skin heartily. He leaned forward and grabbed up the most round part of your ass cheeks, and pulled you closer to him. You could feel the slick gathering on his pants. The fabric covering his zipper began to feel tacky.

"Wha– do you wa–want, y/n? Tell me what you want ... from me." You let out a moan as he massaged and held your breasts. He licked around your nipples and nibbled at the mounds of hot flesh.

Your movements on top of him were becoming more and more focused. It was all you could do to not reach between your balanced bodies and denude his cock from its cloth prison. He let out a low moan as you started stroking your pussy against him harder. Your body quivered with pleasure as he tipped forward, putting his mouth on the outside of your ear.

"Do you want ... this?" He sat you down on the couch again and got down on his knees on the floor before you. Geto kissed from where your garter belt stopped on your right leg all the way around. He stopped to lick at your slick opening a few times before turning his attention back to your other thigh, continuing to kiss you there until he was met with the clasps on the opposite leg.

His hands slid easily under your twitching legs as he pulled you to the edge of your seat. "Watch me, not the movie. Understand, pretty?"

You brushed rogue bangs aside to see his face better. "Mmm .... mmhmm." You nodded almost maniacally as he began licking your clit with the focused tip of his tongue. It was all you could do to not slam your head back. It felt so good.

There was a gradually growing wet spot underneath you on the loveseat (now you see that it was ironically named). Geto started to taunt your opening with the tip of his finger. Your body jolted whenever he retreated despite him not really even entering you.

"What do you want, y/n?" You wished that you could talk. That you weren't such a fucking blubbering mess after he'd been going down on you for less than 5 minutes.

"Ah, I wan' – fffuck." You can't hold your head up any longer, so you lay it against the back, still eyeing him. "I want you ..." You manage to say the words clumsily. If your eyes were daggers, he'd have bled out by now.

"You got it." He knelt in front of you and spread your legs and pushed his hands under the long skirt.

He passes the clips on your thighs with his roaming hand. You feel a mix of excitement and nervousness as you try to concentrate. Taking a deep breath, you remind yourself of the hours of preparation. You'd be damned if you weren't going to be rewarded for all of it.

"Do ... do you think anyone will come in?" You asked, suddenly aware you're on display right now."

Geto didn't answer. "Muhh." He was too focused on you. Whatever kind of answer that was. It made you wonder if he was just being agreeable or actually listening.

"Get‐Oh shiiiittt. Oh my god, y-yes. Hmmm..." You didn't remember there were other people on the planet right now. His face was completely buried between your thighs. You see now that he couldn't answer if he wanted to. And from the way he was devouring you, you knew assuring you wasn't at the top of his to-do list.

He went at you like you were an iceblock in the most stark desert. Licking you and sucking you into his mouth. His tongue swirling around your clit had you squirming out of his grasp.

It wasn't that you wanted to break his grip on you. But the feelings were so intense. All focused on one ... tiny ... spot.

"Oh god, Geto, I need ... fffuck. I haf'ta ... " Your words were failing you.

He sat up, licking his lips, smiling at you. His hair disheveled from your fingers, finding their way onto his head. "S' sweet, pretty."

He helped sit you up and sat down next to you. His eyes drunk on your body as he looked at your lips for a minute. The corners of your mouth turned upward slightly as you inched your way over to him.

"Scoot back," you told Geto. You got on your knees on the small couch and leaned over, resting on your elbows. He was so hard. You just wanted him inside of you so badly.

You rested just above his lap as you undid his belt, button, and zipper. He muttered something and moved to help you. "Uh-uh. It's my turn now." You said, and Geto laughed a little. "Who am I to argue."

You pushed his pants down to his knees and then gently, like you were holding a priceless artifact, pulled his thick cock out from his boxers.

You couldn't help but gasp a little as you held it. The way he watched you look it over made you feel nervous. Like you had never seen something like this before. His gaze remained on you as you closely inspected each vein and all the characteristics of it.

You brought the head to your lips and kissed it, immediately dragging a moan from Geto's throat. You've never been with someone who so easily gave themselves over to the sounds. If it were at all possible, you were turned on even more at his vocalizations.

There was no hurry here on your part, so you took things slowly. You were also hoping he had nowhere to be at 2 am.

Adjusting your position so you could rest on his thighs and still utilize your hands, you slipped and felt him hit the back of your throat. "F.U.C.K." You thought. "Does he know I slipped or does he think I'm just amazing?!"

You remembered your roommate telling you the crazy shit her and her boyfriend do. "Yeah, it's really simple once you get your breathing under control. When you master that, you could choke back an actual eggplant." She told you one night after she stumbled in half naked. You promised to take her to coffee as a thank you for her invaluable advice on the subject.

"Ho– holy shit, y/n. That, that's – oh fuck." Geto was restraining himself from thrusting upwards anymore. You were doing well enough on your own.

Bringing your right hand up, you wrap it around his length and begin to stroke him. Your mouth still holding the tip, you lick him with a flat tongue.

"Y/n y/n y/n, fuck ..." He sounds and feels like he's close. You can detect the slight contracting in your mouth when you touch him a certain way or roll him around in your hot, wet mouth.

Geto reached down and cupped your face in his hands. "S-s- M'gonna, hah, ." You sat up, your skirt still somehow held in place at your waist. Your upper legs are shiny from sweat and your juices mixing around.

Geto was lifting his hips off of the couch, and the hand he had on the back of your head was becoming more firm and careless in its grip.

You started breathing heavily through your nose, preparing yourself for what you were about to do.

You took him so far deep, so suddenly, that he let out a noise you were sure was a staple in his infancy.

He leaned forward a bit and grabbed your shoulder with his right hand, and softly put his left on your ear.

"Fuck, y/n. Fucking h– oh, mmhhm, ffffuckkk!" You felt the heat hit the back of your throat and you instinctually swallowed.

You sat up and wiped your face with your forearm. It took him a moment for him to regain his composure, but he was smiling at you like you'd told him the secret to a happy life.

"Y/n. Why are you just sitting there?" The question caught you off guard. "Was – was I supposed to go?" Geto extended his arm to you, and you took it.

He pulled you up onto his lap, and you let out a little squeak at how easily he hauled you over. "Geto ... what'cha, what'cha doin'?"

"Calm down." He chuckled before he settled back into his spot on the couch. He sat you down, straddling him again, but this time, his pants were down.

"C'mere, sweetheart." He pulled you close into him, and he kissed you. Geto's arms wrapped around your waist, and his large hands kneaded the muscles on your back.

You kissed each other so deeply and slowly that you never wanted to stop. Your tongues twist around, leaving you both breathless but unwilling to be the first to pull away.

His bottom lip trailed from your neck to your collarbone, sending shivers down your spine. You let out a soft moan as his hands slid down your back.

You couldn't take the teasing you anymore. His cock was pressing into your wetness, practically begging to be swallowed up into you. "Geto ..." You tried to plead with his reasonable side. But he had no reasonable intentions right now.

Geto whispered in your ear, "You can have it all if you want." The temptation lingers to see how long you can dance over him like this. But ultimately, you sit down on him, taking his cock all the way inside of you.

Both of you throw your heads back, wildly different sounds erupting from your throats. Geto moaned deeply as you enveloped him. His skin was so hot to the touch. "Fuck Geto, ya feel s'good."

He raised your shirt above your chest and ran his thumbs over your nipples. "You're so fucking tight, y/n. Shit, I could – ah, fuck. I could cum right now."

You hastened your movements on him. The way his cock drags against your hot walls was clouding out the reality around you. "Mm–me t-to. Oh god, mmhmm. G'na cum!"

Geto slid his hand between your legs to rub your clit but he wasn't halfway with his reach when the two of you came together.

"Fuck, pretty girl." He lifted you up just enough to see him still inside of you. You looked down to see your body already letting go of the combined juices.

"Now, y/n. I have to ask. Do you love me? Or was that just sex?"

You laughed as your face turned a bright red. "I dunno. I think it's you who loves me."

Geto hooked his arms under your legs and flipped you onto your back on the couch. "Whoo! What're you doing!" You giggled and brushed his hair from his face.

"From a scientific perspective, I think this is going to require a lot of research."

You rolled your eyes, smirking. Geto lined himself up with you and eased his way in.

"For ... mm, ah ... for science!"

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rhaenerystargaryen · 2 years

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rhaenyra targaryen nsfw alphabet

pairing: rhaenyra targaryen x gn!reader

synopsis: learn more about the realm's delight with her nsfw alphabet.

warnings: nsfw content

wc: 772

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

rhaenyra loves to cuddle up next to you after the two of you finish. she spends her time pressed up against you, hands wrapped tightly around your frame.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

hers: arms, she loves using them to pick you up.

yours: neck/collarbone area, she's always marking it up to show people who you belong to.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

i can't see her being too crazy about cum, but she gets a certain joy from seeing your face when you cum from her works.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

wants to do something risky dragon-riding

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

rhaenyra definitely has had some experience. she knows what she wants and there is no doubt she'll cater to your every need. whether you need a sweet release after a hard day or just some cuddles, she's happy to provide.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

loves when you straddle her. it makes it easier for her to pull your hair back and do some damage on your neck.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

we all saw how she was playing with ser cr*ston--rhaenyra will definitely keep the mood light and free.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

her hair is light and sparse (i mean look at her icy white hair), but she does not care if you have hair down there or not.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

every moment with rhaenyra is intimate. she goes out of her way to make sure you feel comfortable and special no matter the circumstances.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

she definitely indulges in a bit of self-pleasure from time to time, but only when she can't get to you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

exhibitionism, voyeurism, praise, queen kink (??), possessiveness

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

the castle is so big you two could do it anywhere (and you most definitely have), but the place near the weirwood tree will always win.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

standing up to any authority, seeing you ride a dragon, sword fighting, literally anything!! (you could wear a sack and she would still be attracted you)

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

mommy kink

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

she's an oral god 100%, no arguments.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

depends on the situation. she can be fast when you two are in the halls playing out her exhibitionism kink, or slow when you two have the time.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

quickies are always welcome since rhaenyra is usually busy carrying the targaryen legacy on her back.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

your whole relationship is a risk, but rhaenyra will stop at nothing to be with you. the riskiest (non-sexual) thing you've done is ride syrax with her.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

max is 2 rounds. she gets tired easily.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

not opposed to toys, but rhaenyra prefers to use her hands and mouth to please you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

will tease you just to spite you. that fighting turns into a steamy makeout session that leads to something else.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

if there was prize for the prettiest moans, rhaenyra would win. loud queen!!

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

wants to try doing it on the iron throne.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

she's well built under those dresses. dragon riding truly builds the body.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

when she misses you, it sky-rockets. however, when the two of you are together...who am i kidding, this girl is always horny for you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

rhaenyra is almost, if not always, the first to fall asleep.

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greg-montgomery · 1 year

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Prob too little too late but soft hotch thots for your (and my) lonely self:

Cuddles with Aaron? I just think he'd be the best you know?? Esp the later seasons one? He's so big <3 and warm and safe <3 just looking at the gifs and i know I'd be safe with him?? Whether it's the world or my own thoughts that are being mean it doesn't matter? Because once he wraps himself around you nothing else matters except that he doesn't let go? He knows your mind calms down when he hugs you? So on especially bad days, he just makes sure he's wearing his softest t-shirt and you've got on your fav comfy pjs and just wraps you up??? Settles you on top of him, arms wrapped tight around your waist, your face buried in his neck?? With a blanket on top so it just feels like you're covered from all sides protected by this wonderful man? He uses his soft Jack voice to tell you all about the teams shenanigans? Makes sure to put on your fav scented candle? Strokes your hair, leaves gentle kisses on your forehead and just talks to you? Urges you to let the thoughts in your brain run out no matter how chaotic or silly they seem to you? Grips you tighter as you keep sharing? And when you're sleepy he turns around so you're tucked in his side, arms still wrapped tight and sleeps like that? Even though his arm is sire to get numb? Wakes you up the next morning with gentle kisses to your cheeks and nose and eyelids that make you giggle, your fav coffee and breakfast ready for you? Makes sure to spend atleast a couple of hours on top of you doing some v strenuous cardio so you can start the day right: with his name on your lips as he rails you into another planet and a massive smile on your face when he carries you to the shower?

Brb gonna Y E A R N

(@ravensmadreads)

you and aaron fr!!! ⬇️

this man fucking loves cuddles!!! and especially when he knows you need them??? he’s there to provide <333

he makes sure everything is perfect for you before you get to cuddling!! he makes you your favorite tea or hot chocolate…any hot beverage you love that makes you relax <3 he lays your favourite pjs on the bed so you can find them all clean and warm when you get home from work! and he also knows that what he’s wearing is also very important bc there is a serious cuddling session waiting for him ahead. so he chooses to wear his softest sweater!!

when you get home he takes you in his arms and gives you a forehead kiss immediately!! he makes sure you have been drinking your water and have eaten well!! if not - he’ll make sure you will!!

and when you’re all set, he lays on the bed and takes you with him 🥹 you’re like a blanket on top of him 🥰🥰 he runs his hands up and down your back, under your top…he kisses your hair…he tells you about the dirty words morgan and penelope exchanged in front of him that day that made him uncomfortable 🧍🏻 he tells you about the new facts spencer taught him that came up during their last case…he tells you about emily and how the team teased her about her recent date and what a failure it was…and suddenly you’re laughing, not even remembering about the things that made you sad in the first place <3

but if you wanna talk he’ll listen. and he’ll stay quiet if that’s what you want!! but if you want him to speak he’ll give you advice! bc he’s older and he knows better and sometimes he makes you see things from a different or more mature perspective <3 but he never fails to tell you about how much he loves you. how much you mean to him (the whole world). and how safe you are with him. he would never let anything happen to you!! you’re okay!! and you’ll always be okay!! he makes sure you know!

he plays with your hair and gives you so sooooo many kisses 🥰🥰 and he lets you play with his hair too and give him kisses and bite him and do anything your heart desires to him <33 and you fall asleep with a happy carefree smile on your face bc nothing makes you feel safer than your love’s arms 🥰🥰🥰

#aaron hotchner x reader #RAVEN THE END-#LMFAOOOOO i almost missed it #if everything else fails he’ll give you a few mind blowing orgasms #you can’t think of your problems when you’re too busy screaming his name or drooling around his cock 🥰🥰🥰#he’s PERFECT isn’t he <3 #nsfw.#for the tags lmfaoo #raven 🖤#ask

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triplesilverstar · 2 months

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A sleepy morning followed by a pest infested afternoon

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Vash X F!Reader

CW: P in V, morning after, banter, kidnapping, being drugged, lecherous thoughts

Word count: 2.4K

A/N: Chapter seven of Home. You're still enjoying the way your heart soars in your chest after Vash's proposal, too bad all good dreams must come to an end.

Enjoy~

As you slowly come to awareness you’re engulfed in warmth, trying to shift a little to wrap yourself more in that heat except something is weighing you down. Keeping you in place, a soft groan as you open a single eye and see nothing but blond. A tingle against the skin of your neck as air and chapped lips inadvertently brush against it, you know it’s Vash.

Both of your hands glide along his back while your mind supplies how the two of you fell asleep still coiled around one another. A longer round of lovemaking had followed the first as you both rocked together until you were too exhausted to continue, your sore body telling you that both of you went for a while and you have no recollection of how many times the two of you came. Just that it had been a lot to tender words and kisses after his proposal and your strange little vows, pulling your left hand away from his back and out from under the sheets.

The glint of the ring on your finger makes you smile, your lips spread wide and your teeth on display, it might have been silly but you were happy with a warmth blooming in your chest. However, the moment was broken as you realized why you had started to wake up.

“Vash.” Your voice is hoarse as you turn to nose at the top of his head, trying to get him to rouse and move. “Vash, baby. I need the washroom.”

A low grunt from the man resting against your body, dragging the tips of your fingers against his head trying to wake him a little faster. The briefest press of his lips to the slide of your neck as his hand trails along your slide before pressing into the mattress beside you. “Good morning to you too.” Whispered into your skin before he’s pushing himself upwards and you sigh feeling his soft length slip from inside your walls and the trickle of fluids down your ass.

“I need to pee, and you pulling out isn’t helping to lessen that need.” Laughing as he rolls off of you with a sigh. A light thump as his weight settles into the mattress next to you. “But good morning Mr. Stampede.” Shuffling as quickly as you can to the side of the bed and scooping the first bit of clothing you can find into your hands to check what they are before pulling them on. His turtleneck and what you think are your underwear, it’s more than enough for darting down the hallway to one of the shared bathrooms on the ship.

Shuffling to the door but not before you hear a sleepy. “Hurry back Mrs. Stampede.” From the bed that warms your chest and a love sick grin spreads across your face once more, you would have never thought hearing him call you that would have your heart doing cartwheels in your chest.

Thankfully the short trip doesn’t have you interrupted and after your business is done you take the time to clean up some of the mess between your thighs. You’re going to need a shower for sure before you do anything else for the day, tossing one of the communal washcloths you used into the bin to be washed.

You’re ready to go crawl back into bed with Vash for another cuddle session before facing the actual day. Only to step outside and to walk straight into Wolfwood. “Shesh, after keeping me up all night the least you and needle noggin could do is stay out of my way!” Rubbing your face as you get ready to snap at him only to see his eyes trailing downwards and a lecherous smirk growing on his face before he let out a sharp whistle. “So that’s what those legs look like, no wonder Vash follows like you a lost little puppy. I would too if I had those to wrap around me.”

“Fuck off!” The fury of your snarl is no doubt undercut by the fire burning on your face as you dart back towards the room, tugging Vash’s shirt down lower over your ass trying to hide it.

All the while missing the look of concern on Wolfwood’s face at the line of scars along your legs as for the first time, while he enjoyed teasing you for his restless night the dark haired man realizes maybe the two of you are more alike than he first thought. The undertaker didn’t miss the glint of metal on your finger either and it was like a lead weight dropping in his stomach. You weren’t foolish enough to think you and Vash would have a chance at a happy ending were you?

Closing the door behind you with a huff and unaware you’re stomping has Vash sitting up in bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “What’s wrong Mayfly?” Tumbling from his lips and you’d find the way his hair is falling into his eyes adorable if you weren’t fuming.

“Wolfwood. Little fucker said he could hear us all night.” A squeak as Vash is far more awake and turning the same shade as his coat, blue eyes wide. At least you aren’t the only one embarrassed.

A short while later both you and Vash step from the washroom, both clean and in fresher clothes Vash with a cloth around his neck to catch the drips from his hair. “Well I guess we’ll see if my arm is ready, we should be closer to JuLai by now.” A vague sense of dread falling over, back to JuLai and the shit storm that has to be brewing.

You nod, a few steps behind him as you head back to the room to see two familiar figures knocking on the door. One of whom held a metal hand under his arm with a toolbox. “I was starting to think the two of you were ignoring me.” A chuckle from Brad as he turned.

“You didn’t just barge into the room for once Brad? You sure you’re feeling ok there you dirty old man.” Teasing him while Vash rolled his eyes at your antics even if inside his head he thought the same thing, so used to the two of you being interrupted from a chance at intimacy when onboard the ship.

“Well if you learned how to lock a door I wouldn’t have had to see anything, makes me think the two of you are more like a pair of voyeurs.” Fired right back and this time Vash sighs.

“Come on you two, it’s too early for this.” While you bantered back and forth the undertaker doesn’t say a word, but you don’t miss the way his eyes keep darting down to your hand behind his sunglasses.

“Blondie it’s almost noon.” Neither you nor Vash comment further since you probably didn’t fall asleep until dawn.

“Let’s get that new arm of yours attached.” Brad growing serious as Vash opens the door to your shared space. “Oh and Snipes. Ludia asked me to tell you to meet her in the atrium, I guess somehow those two friends of yours missed that during their little tour when they got here.”

“Alright, I’ll head there now.” Reaching out to squeeze Vash’s flesh hand before you head towards the green space, your jacket left in the room. It’s not like you need it or any of your weapons and tools tucked inside your pockets while on the ship. Sending Wolfwood a scathing glance before you depart.

Measured steps as you make your way there, and the sound of Roberto telling Luida something that sounds like the start of a brewing argument you frown. Only for that worry to fade as Ludia in her strong like a willow tree way to fire back that she’s going to keep moving forward the way she has because she won’t risk lives for her own comfort. Any life.

“You can’t believe in this same bullshit as they do, do you Snipes?” The older reporter turns to you as you approach with your hands in your pockets.

“Of course I do. It might not be fast enough but the right path is the one that harms the least amount of life.” Roberto’s hand flies in the air in frustration before he starts walking away, digging in his jacket for what you can only assume are his cigarettes and he prepares to light one.

“Shall I remind you there is no smoking anywhere on this ship.” You almost have to laugh at the smugness hidden in Luida’s tone as she states the words so matter of factly.

You let the laughter escape you as Meryl runs off at the call of her mentor, heart feeling light as you noticed before she did that he called her Meryl instead of newbie. With the way the day is going, you're starting to feel lighter, like the weight of the world isn’t over your shoulders. “Good morning Snipes.”

“Good morning Luida, or should I say afternoon?” Shaking your head you can’t seem to let your grin fade, and something in the way Luida’s eyes seem to shine makes you wonder if the older woman already knows why you’re feeling so upbeat.

“It is the afternoon.” She agrees. “Any reason why you look rather joyous to-” Her even tone is interrupted by the sound of glass shattering and you sure as hell aren’t smiling now as a group of worms fly in.

“Worms!” Snarling as you reach behind you only to curse, your body moving on auto-pilot for something that isn’t there. “What the hell are they doing here?” Watching as the swarm splits into two, one heading for you and Luida the other you assume has to be heading for Roberto and Meryl. You’ve never seen worms on the ship before, you had always assumed they couldn’t break through the wall of the sandstorm since they were bugs.

You let Luida lead the way as she starts to run, turning on the balls of your feet after the older woman. Unarmed you have nothing to fight the flying hazard with since you’d only be able to grab one before the others could descend on you with their stingers. “I don’t know, but I’m worried about the timing of their appearance.” Glancing at Luida you frown, her face is already darkening and you can hear her breathing growing haggard.

“Go get Vash!” You turn, hands balled into fists, and take a swing at the closet worm that’s well ahead of the pack sending it to the beaten path under your feet and stomping downwards. The least you can do is buy the older woman and hopefully the reporters time to get out of the atrium. Curse the fact you see this place as safe, as being untouchable.

You know better.

Everything is touchable and can be taken away.

You manage to take out a few more worms before you turn on your heels to run and put a bit more distance between you and the swarm. A yelp has you stumbling. The other swarm had been a hell of a lot faster than the one that had gone after you, as in slow motion you watch Roberto and Meryl fall to the ground before what seems like two larger worms appear out of the blue to grab them.

“Still showing concern for the extra weight huh?” Slapping the side of your face as Zazie’s voice rings out next to your ear.

“Leave them alone Zazie.” Hissing you turn towards where his, their, voice had come from and see those strange eyes far closer than you had when you had been conversing inside of the grand worm.

“I think not. You didn’t really answer my questions last time so I want to ask them instead.”

“They don’t know anything.” You snap, but the gleam in their wild eyes tells you they’ve already made up their mind.

“Regardless, I think it’s going to make things more interesting.” Leaning back a little and you can see the swarm is circling both of you, keeping you shrouded in the buzzing bodies while the conducited for the hive mind speaks. “Now my dear Ghost Sniper.” Feeling the glower on your face grow at him calling you that name as the hackles on the back of your neck rise. “You have a choice, you can either come with me of your own free will or”

“Go fuck yourself Zazie.” Putting your fists up and swinging at him, watching as his bodies disperse into the flurry of smaller worms once more. You forgot for a moment just how fast he could be. You can only assume his appearance and his offer has been orchestrated by Knives, you aren’t walking into that lions

“Simply be taken.” Your shoulders arch backwards as something pricks your neck and a line of fire races along your spine. “After all, Lord Knives has made it clear he wants you in JuLai. A pretty little present to make his baby brother come running to him.” A shaky step and you feel like you’re underwater, everything is growing blurry and it’s getting harder to keep your eyes open.

“The good doctor made something just for you.” His voice sounds farther away as you pitch forward and a darkness claims your mind. If not for the drug you might have caught the mockery in his voice at the use of the word Lord. Zazie doesn’t feel pity, not for a race that destroyed the last planet they had inhabited, yet he isn’t foolish enough to trust the independent and his grand plan. Not when Zazie had seen the gears in his head turning when it came to you and his shift from wanting you dead and rotting to now being integral to his plan. No. Zazie knows something more is on the rise than just the destruction of humanity, and he’d rather put his faith in someone who figured out after one meeting he was a hive mind than a being bent on destruction. Hefting your body under his arm and using another group of worms to start flying off his with his three prizes.

Things were about to get interesting.

So the next few weeks will be fics in the past updated with new snips of their relationship as it grew and the two started forming more of a bond. Also because I am still working on the next section of what is being in JuLai.

#vash the stampede x reader #vash the stampede #trigun stampede #trigun #twink writes #Bullets Bandits Ghosts & Typhoons #tristamp #vash x reader #vash x you

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smolwritingchick · 4 months

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The Bangtan Gal Chapter 43- Our First Win

Chapter Summary: Jen joins V, Rap Monster and Jessi in an episode of Hello Counselor. BTS promote their new album and get their first set of wins

Words: 8,000+

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“We listen to your concerns. National counseling session!” The MC announced as everyone applauded.

Jennie sat in between Namjoon and Taehyung as the MCs announced them as special guests along with Kim Kayeon, Lim Yohwan and Jessi. The show Jen attended today was called Hello Counselor and she was excited to see what would happen on the show.

After the MCs asked for Jessi and Rapmon to rap, they turned to Tae. “Good looking V, what can you do? You can imitate an elephant?”

“I have an elephant on my body.” He answered as the crowd laughed. He lifted his sleeve to reveal his arm. “I have two spots on my arm. If I do this, it’s an elephant.” He pinched his arm, showing it off.

“Lovely, Jennie!” The MC called out.

“Yes?” She smiled.

“What can you do?”

“I play the guitar.”

“Wow, what type?”

“Mainly acoustic. It’s my strong suit and it’s my favorite instrument. I feel as though I can really express myself when I have my hands on a guitar. Whatever emotion I feel, I strum and you can hear it.”

“What mood are you in now?”

“Happy.” She beamed as the studio applauded. She was handed an acoustic guitar and made sure it was tuned. “I guess I’ll do the acoustic version of I Need U.”

Once she started to strum the chorus of the song, the studio went silent. After she was finished, the studio erupted in cheers, some were shocked at how precise her guitar skills were.

“BTS released a new song, too. Can you sing a little of it for us?” The MCs requested

“We’ll dance.” Rapmon stood up with Jen and Tae to perform the chorus dance of I Need U. Once they were done, they were applauded

For the show’s concerns, it was listed as, Dad, let’s be happy, My unpretty daughter and My husband’s change of heart.

The MCs go with my unpretty daughter first and it’s from a mom. She has no idea what to do with her daughter and she’s embarrassed because of her. She doesn’t know what to say when people ask about her daughter, asking if she has a job. The mother claimed her daughter is 38 years old, does rap and is flippant. The mom showed her concern that her daughter doesn’t seem to understand how she feels about the situation.

The MC continued to read that the daughter had been rapping for 2 years and her TV audition was cut out from a show and failed the preliminary. Jennie cringed when she heard about that. Must’ve been really bad for them to cut out an audition.

Once the mother, Jeong Chaeok, walked out and slid down the slide, she sat in the middle of the guests and MCs.

“It’s a concern that your daughter wants to be a rapper?” The MCs asked.

“Yes. A woman should meet a nice man, get married, have a baby and be loyal to our country.” The mom declared.

‘But not everyone wants to date. Not everyone wants kids or wants to get married. What’s wrong with that?’ Jennie thought in her head.

She had to keep in mind she was from America. Different countries have different standards and traditions. She had a different mentality about dating and marriage than the mother.

But what’s wrong with being independent?

Personally, Jennie wanted kids when she was married. She thought about it, no one in her family told her that she should, she thought of it on her own. She didn’t think it was a big deal if other women didn’t want to do that.

“It’s a good thing you came. That’s Jessi. She’s the queen of rapping.” The MC pointed out.

“Hello.” Jessi bowed.

“I don’t know her.” The mom bluntly replied, causing the crowd to laugh.

Jennie cringed at her bluntness.

“Those young people over there. That’s Rap Monster, Jennie and V. They’re good at rapping.”

“The boys are very good looking.” The mother said, causing Jennie and Jessi to have a rain cloud over their heads, feeling shaded.

‘A clearly different response’

“All righty, then,” Jennie murmured.

The mother goes on about how her daughter isn’t ladylike and wears a cap crookedly and wears torn clothes. Jessi immediately hid her legs that exposed her knees.

“I don’t like that.” The mom looked at Jessi’s jeans.

Jennie held onto Tae, laughing with him and the rest of the studio when the mother performed the hidden dance talent that she found when she was 49.

“I’m deceased!” She giggled.

When they met the daughter, everyone applauded her. The daughter revealed that her nickname is ZiZi and wished to release an album in her name.

“I want to show people women can rap, too.” The daughter said.

“Jessi is rapping a lot.” The MC pointed out.

“She just became famous.” The daughter replied, earning laughs from the crowd.

Jennie dropped her jaw at her sudden statement while Jessi stared at her. It looked like Jessi wanted to write a diss track on the poor girl.

Later, the daughter revealed that she’s crazy about Zico from Block B, fell for him and wants to meet him in person, so she thought that rapping lessons would help. She received compliments from her teachers and since she likes Zico, her dream is to become a rapper. She wants to perform on the stage Zico stands on. She sounded so determined, wanting to successfully be a rapper.

“How much are you rapping?” Rapmon spoke up

“I’m reading collections of famous sayings. Rappers write their own lyrics. I listen to songs for about 6-7 hours. I’m on the internet a lot to see what’s going on in the world. I want to write lyrics people can sympathize with a lot. I don’t want to swear or speak English just because I rap.”

“Your mother wants you to get married. Don’t you want to date?” The MCs asked.

“No.” The daughter answered. “Men are a luxury for me, right now. I made a huge bet with my life. I’ll fail or succeed. Men are a luxury for me. I’m firm about it.”

Jennie felt kind of bad for the daughter as the mom put her on the blast throughout the show. She stayed quiet watching everyone else talk. Then the daughter came up to the stage to show off her rapping.

“The title is Strong Eonni.” The daughter revealed and then started to rap. “People say I act strong, sorry but I’m really strong. I don’t act innocent. I’m just honest. My image? Don’t judge me like that. I have a lot of affection and tears. I don’t express my feelings, so people misunderstand. Even women think I’m charismatic. I’m a woman after all. People think I’m strong and can’t talk to me. Fall for my charm and there’s no exit. I’m cute just to you. I listen well and I’m exemplary. I can cook anything just like that. All I know is you. I’m a fool.”

“You should audition for Unpretty Rapstar,” Jessi suggested.

“I’ve thought about it.” The daughter added.

“I think you’ll fail. She lacks in delivery and flow.” Jessi demonstrated a rap for her.

Later on in the show, it was revealed that the daughter didn’t attend family gatherings and didn’t attend her uncle’s funeral. The mother explained that she envies her friends who have weddings and she wants a son in law, all set for her daughter to marry. She even had her daughter go on blind dates but the daughter turned the guys down.

The MCs decided to ask if the female guests had any love interests and then turned to Jennie. “Miss Bangtan, have you had a boyfriend?”

“Not yet.” She shook her head.

“No boyfriend?” The MCs go on again, surprised.

“No boyfriend.” She confirmed.

“How?” they asked as the studio laughed.

Jennie was kind of surprised by their response. She guessed they thought she would be dating right now for some apparent reason.

“A chick is busy. Boys can wait. I’m still young.” she replied.

"And he'll have to go through us," Rapmon spoke, causing the studio to laugh. It was clear that BTS was going to be protective of who came around Jennie.

“And my daughter is getting old.” The mom spoke up.

“Well I mean, love comes in all different ages. I believe she’s still young although she’s going on 40.” Jennie added.

“Jennie, what are your thoughts on this situation?” The MCs asked.

“I have a different mentality with marriage and kids. I’m not from here, so I have some cultural differences from you. I don’t see as much pressure to marry and have kids where I’m from. And I see that as long as you work hard, you can achieve your dreams. But I feel as though if you don’t want to get married, don’t get married. If you don’t want kids, then you don’t want kids.” She spoke up as everyone looked at her. “I understand the mom wants her to do these things, but at the end of the day, it’s her life. That’s my opinion. I don’t think she should be forced to do something she doesn’t want to do. And I mean, I’ve seen elderly people get married. I don’t see what the problem is with age. She’s still young, going on 40. That’s still young.”

Jennie turned her attention to the daughter. “Although you’re older than me, I think you should have a backup plan just in case something doesn’t go as planned with the rapping. I’m not going to be a K-Pop idol forever, and I do want to go to college and major in whatever I think will be right for me in the future. So, I would just keep that in mind as you continue to learn how to rap. I highly advise you to have a backup plan and make sure you are financially stable. And I do think you should still be with your family. I’m miles away from my family. It’s always a struggle for me to be away from my family while I’m here in Korea. I try to contact them as much as I can and see how they’re doing. I miss birthdays, I miss weddings, births, graduations, and a lot of things. But you, you’re here, in the same country as your family. Never forget your routes. Check up on them at times. Even if they might drive you crazy, because my family certainly does that, still contact them. They love you.”

It was frustrating to her that parents want their children to do this and that. But again, she needed to keep in mind that she held different traditions from others around her in this country. At the end of the segment, the daughter was requested to continue rapping for one year and if she’s not successful, quit.

Everyone began to vote if it was a concern or not.

“She wants to be a professional rapper,” Jessi spoke. “It’s a long way ahead. In my opinion...it’s better to do it as a hobby. Many people do it as a hobby.”

“It’s a concern,” Rapmon added. “I don’t want to stop her but I don’t think it would be right to tell her to keep going.”

“I won’t discourage you,” Jen spoke up. “You should do what you want. If you see that you’re not getting anywhere with the rapping, still keep the rapping as a hobby and go with your backup plan.”

“It’s a concern. Honestly, it’s better to get married. It’s the mother’s wish.” Taehyung stated.

Jen frowned a bit at his statement but kept her thoughts to herself.

In the end, the audience thought this was a concern and the daughter told her mom that she would start dating but won’t give up the rapping. 159 votes were counted, and the mom got 1st place, shocking the crowd as they applauded her. It seems like the mom will be on the show next week.

The next concern was, ‘Dad, let’s be happy’. It was about a 21-year-old college student talking about his dad working for 17 hours every day. Basically, all he does is sleep and work and the son wants his dad to rest. The dad doesn’t even go out with friends and always talks about how he needs to work. The son’s mom died from cancer six years ago and his dad became more addicted to work after that. The father doesn’t even go to the hospital despite having toothaches and knee pains.

They met the son, Kang Jaejun, and Jen remained quiet as he talked about his concerns about his father. His father knows English and still teaches at elementary, middle and high schools. He expressed that he thinks his father works more because he feels a heavier responsibility.

When the son pointed him out, the MCs requested Jessi and Jennie to say hello to him.

“Hello, Mister Kang!” Jessi greeted. “Where are you?”

“Hello, how are you doing, Mister Kang?” Jennie spoke with a smile after spotting him.

When he waved at them, he responded in English, “Fine, thank you.”

The BTS members stayed quiet throughout the segment until Jennie was asked about her thoughts on the situation.

“This right here is a serious issue. I know how it feels to overwork yourself. I collapsed from exhaustion during dance practice a while ago and it’s no joke. It’s scary. And with you being an older man, it may be even worse for you and hurt your body even more. The body cannot run 24/7, it’s impossible. The body needs to rest and you need to take care of yourself.” She responded as the MCs agreed with her statement.

At the end of the segment, the son suggests his dad meet new friends so he can go to the Army without any worries. Jennie thought the situation wasn’t that big of a concern because as long as they communicate with each other, they should be just fine. For the results, they got 75 and were eliminated.

The last concern was about a housewife of 10 years with two sons with a husband who won’t leave her alone day or night. He seems to have changed his mind a lot and had ten different jobs in 12 years. He even quit after one day of working.

‘Yikes.’ Jennie thought as she cringed.

He started a business and loved it when business was good but claimed he wanted to quit if the business was bad. The wife claims her husband is too fickle and that’s her concern. When the wife comes out, she expresses that her husband quits too easily.

‘Jeesh.’ Jen thought, glancing at Rapmon with the same wide eyed expression.

They listened to the wife rant about everything her husband wanted and changed his mind. It was a headache.

“Then, he said he needed a bike to go to work. He started again. He rode the bike for a month. He kept it at work. He changed it at least five times.” The wife explained.

“The bike?” The MCs asked.

“Yes, the bike. He doesn’t just buy the bike. He buys all the equipment. He doesn’t think about that when he sells it. He always justifies it by saying he received more money.”

“Did you see if he got more?”

“There’s no way he would get more. He spends a lot of money. I don’t want to fight, so I just let it go. Then he sold all the bikes. He started a restaurant, so he said he needed a motorcycle.”

“Why?”

“He had to buy ingredients at the store. He started it less than a year ago. The one he has now is the third one.”

Jennie and Rap Monster exhale, in disbelief at what she just told everyone. The MCs had their jaws dropped as the studio went silent.

‘That’s excessive’

When they met the husband, the wife expressed that he had different excuses when he quit his jobs. As the BTS members remained silent, watching everyone else talk, the husband mentioned that he brought his wife a luxury bag as an apology for the losses but the wife said that she was told to sell it if she didn’t carry the bag every day.

“Oh, my gosh.” Jessi laughed while Jennie let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head.

“I brought her one after selling the tank. The second one was from selling the bikes. She didn’t carry the first one at all. I thought we should sell it and...” The husband trailed off as everyone watched him.

‘Sell it and what?’

“Sell it and get a new bike for me.” The husband stated.

Jennie threw her arms up in the air, earning laughs from the crowd while Jessi was about to throw a pillow at him.

“Yo....” Jennie felt as frustrated as Jessi at how crazy the guy was.

“I want to throw this.” Jessi laughed and turned to Jennie. “You wanna hit him, too?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Jessi, Jennie, this can’t be in the US?” The Mcs asked as they both shook their heads.

Near the end of the show, everyone expressed their opinion on whether it was a concern or not.

“It’s a concern,” V answered.

“It’s a concern. I can understand how the husband feels, too. It’s too frequent and excessive though.” Rap Monster added. “I think he needs time to endure and heal on his own.”

“It’s a concern,” Jennie answered, pressing the button.

“I’ll make it short. It’s a concern.” Jessi pressed the button.

At the end of the voting, the wife received 132 votes, making My Unpretty Daughter the new winner of the show, receiving a prize of $1,000.

“Until the day Korea has no more concerns, Hello Counselor is here to help. Thank you!” The MCs closed the show

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On April 15th, G-Friend attended Weekly Idol. The girls were seated, going over each member’s profile.

“Next is Hayoon. She is the Shy Girlfriend. She loves to bake, rollerskate, and enjoys acrobats as a hobby. She is well known for her dimples in G-Friend.” Coni read as she showed off a big smile, revealing her deep dimples.

“Are you close to any idols?” Doni asked as Hayoon nodded eagerly. The members giggled at her as he gestured for her to answer.

“The idol I’m closest to is Jennie. I love her, she’s my best friend.” She shyly revealed with a smile.

“Miss Bangtan? BTS’ Jennie?” Coni asked as she nodded.

“She is incredibly sweet.” Hayoon continued. “She has helped me a lot, giving me strong words of encouragement before I debuted in G-Friend. She has given me a boost of confidence in myself. She is so patient with me, too.”

The crowd aws at her words. “Well, it’s funny that you mentioned her because she is actually here, right now. Let’s welcome her!”

Jennie walked out, waving as she saw Hayoon immediately rush up to her, to hug her. She let out a laugh and hugged her tightly before sitting with Doni and Coni.

“Jennie, it seems like you are very loved, by Hayoon.” Coni laughed as she nodded.

“How’d you two become so close?” Doni asked.

“Well, we go to the same school. SOPA. Met her during the first day. She’s shy so I just kept talking to her until she started to talk.” Jen explained. “It worked out pretty well because now she can’t stop talking to me. She can’t shut up.” She teased as everyone laughed.

As fans watched the show, they would tweet:

‘Jen looks so happy! I love seeing her smile.’

‘JenHoon! I ship it!’

‘They are so cute!’

After the show, Hayoon and Jen go to Big Hit’s dance studio together.

“I cannot believe you’re making me do this,” Jennie murmured after stretching.

Today Hayoon was going to show her one of G-Friend’s dances. The Bangtan girl was skeptical because cute dances weren’t her thing. She felt awkward about it, but Hayoon was eager to teach her.

“This was long overdue. Now watch me.” Hayoon waited for her to press play as Glass Bead came on.

Jennie watched silently as she performed the entire dance, dancing in sync with the music. After she was done, she turned to Jennie with a bright smile.

Staring at her with a poker face, Miss Bangtan shook her head. “No.”

“Yes.”

“Nope.”

“Yep.”

“There is no way.”

“There is a way.”

“Why?”

“Why not?”

“This is not me.”

“This will be you, today.”

“This is too cute!”

“You’re too cute! Hehehe. Let’s go step by step.” She gestured for her to stand next to her. As she taught Jen the dance, she giggled at her facial expressions whenever she thought the dance move was too foreign for her.

“I gotta shake my butt, too?”

“Your hips. Do it cutely. Not sexy.” Hayoon demonstrated.

“I’m not really a cute type of person, Yoonie!"

“Tell that to Jungkook!”

“What?” Jennie turned to the door and saw him watching. “Oh my God. How long have you been there!?" She kneeled and covered her face, while Hayoon laughed.

“Long enough.” Jungkook smiled, thinking about how cute her reaction was. “I’m meeting with Jimin to practice. I couldn’t help but hear G-Friend’s music. I had to see what was going on. I’ll leave you two, to it.” He giggled and left.

Jen felt like she was going to drown from embarrassment. He really just watched her struggle with this cute, well-choreographed dance.

As she continued to dance, Hayoon giggled again. “Smile Jennie! You’re too serious, this isn’t a badass concept! Okay, don’t force the smile, now you look scary!”

“Yoon, this is my resting bitch face.”

“Smile!”

She forced a smile while she danced.

“Okay, now you’re just faking it.” She playfully scolded.

Jen tripped on her feet and fell. Sighing loudly, and yelled, “I SUCK!”

“You’ll get it, don’t worry. You got the dance down, you just need to stop overthinking it because it’s not what you’re used to doing.”

Later at night, Jennie decided to FaceTime her sister, Alani, to discuss BTS’ upcoming comeback.

“How are you feeling?” Alani asked with a smile.

“Nervous. It’s a highly anticipated comeback.”

“It’s normal to feel nervous. But don’t worry, you guys are going to go out there and have a blast on stage. I have a great feeling about this comeback.”

“You do? We really want our first win. I hope we’re able to get it. We got third place last time when we were nominated during the Danger era. We’ve been trying to work hard to achieve this goal.”

“Do you think you guys can do it?”

“Yes.”

“Keep that mindset. Good things happen to those who wait, y’know. Keep working hard. It’ll pay off one day. Just don’t be discouraged and don’t give up. We’ll be watching.”

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On April 29th, the members were on Star Attack. The members sat next to each other as they answered a variety of questions. Jennie sat in between Suga and Jin.

‘What are you guys doing lately?’

“I think we can say that we’re in full swing with preparing for the comeback,” Rapmon answered as they mentioned their concerts abroad and how international fans are a driving force in their growth abroad.

“We will give you 1 question and 1 answer.” The production crew gave the members questions to answer.

‘To Jin, what is handsomeness?’

“Isn’t this an extremely important question?” Jimin asked.

“I was handsome from when I was born. My life is smeared with my handsomeness.” Jin confidently answered.

“Pff!” Rapmon couldn’t hold back his laugh.

“I love his confidence.” Jennie praised. “He’s such a King.”

‘To Jungkook, what is fragrance?’

“My skin and flesh, bone...” Jungkook went on.

“Why is fragrance a part of your body?” Jin asked.

“To me, it’s that important.”

“Speaking of fragrances, has anyone seen my perfume?” Jennie brought up. “I had a small bottle of grapefruit perfume. I cannot find it for the life of me. I just brought the thing.”

“Yeah, where is it Jungkookie?” Jimin put him on blast.

“PFF!” Rapmon laughed again, covering his face while the Golden Maknae looked down, embarrassed.

Jennie raised a brow. “You took it?”

“I-it smelled nice!”

“You could’ve just asked!”

“Would you have said yes?”

“No!”

“Then why should I ask!?”

“Because it’s mine!”

The members laughed at their bickering and they got back to the program.

‘To Jennie, what are smarties?’

“Well, I’ll have you know that smarties are a blessing from my Lord and Savior. This God given treat is the best and I can’t get enough. I would love to own the company so I can have free smarties for life.” She smiled innocently while the members laughed at her answer. “I’m dead serious, I’m not joking.”

“W-wait, she’s not joking?” The members were scared at her serious expression.

‘To J-Hope, what are tears?’

“Yah~ why does it have to be this type of question? It’s another one of J Hope’s charms, is it not? People can’t always be full of brightness only. Reverse charms. It feels like girls find men with tears...”

‘To Jimin, what are abs?’

“It’s homework. It’s like if I do this, I’ll receive praise but if I don’t do it then...I’ll have it for only 10 years more.”

‘To Rap Monster, the end of forgetfulness is?’

“Recently I lost my bag. A while back, after I lost my wallet, I received another one from Suga hyung. But I put that wallet in my bag and I lost that bag as well.” The leader answered.

“Mm-mm-mm.” Jennie shook her head.

‘To V, what is the world of outer space?’

“Seems like the questions can go from state of mind to outer space.” He answered. “I think there are rabbits on the moon.”

‘To Suga, what is Daegu?’

“It’s also my hometown, I’m from Daegu, why didn’t I get asked about it?” V protested.

“What’s Daegu to the two of us?” Suga asked him and they answered at once. “Hometown!”

“Intestines~!” V answered.

“What even...” Suga laughed with the members.

Standing up, the members were told to close their eyes and recall which member held grudges the most. Once they open their eyes, they would point their finger to the member and the member with the most points would have to do push ups for 30 seconds. Jennie ended up pointing at Suga, but in the end, Jungkook did the push ups.

As the members watched the Golden Maknae do his push ups, J-Hope requested to get a shot of Jungkook’s thighs, praising how strong and thick they were.

Next, the members were requested to play the one legged fight game and whoever won could reveal the other members’ secrets.

“We take this game very seriously,” Jimin warned.

“Indeed. You sure you want us to play this?” Jennie added.

“I can promise that I won’t take it seriously,” Suga spoke.

The members lift up one leg, preparing for the game.

“Aigoo, my legs...” Suga suddenly dropped to the floor, causing Jennie to laugh loudly with everyone.

“How!?” She asked as Suga shamefully walked away.

The rest of the members hopped around, while Jen stayed away.

“V, no!” She tried to hop back as he aggressively hopped forward, gaining up on her.

He giggled as he followed her around the room. He bumped into her, causing her to fall to the floor, eliminated from the game.

“I love you!” He tried to sugarcoat what he’d done as she got up.

“LIES!”

In the end, Jungkook won the game. The members sit back down in their seats to check out the fan comments.

“The member that has the most cosmetics. Who cares the most about it.” Rapmon read a question.

The members point to Jennie, immediately.

“What? No.” She shook her head. “No, no way. Not me.”

“She’s in denial.” Jin giggled.

“I don’t have that many! I don’t wear that much makeup!”

“Nail polish. Lip gloss. The list can go on.” J-Hope laughed.

Jennie read the question, “If you were a boy, which member would you date if they were girls? Hm...” She looked at the members. “J-Hope.”

J-Hope placed his hands over his heart, touched by her answer. “Really munchkin? Me?”

“Mm hm. I love his personality, he’s always bursting with positive energy.”

‘Please show us the tough girls through Bangtan Boys’ concept.’ Was J-Hope’s request.

“I think I know what he’ll do so I’m going to cover my ears,” Suga said.

“Ah, 5,6,7,8!” J-Hope sang in a high pitched voice, “Why are you shaking up my heart?”

“AHAHAHAHAHAH!” Suga got up from his seat and laughed in J-Hope’s face.

“KYAHAHAHAHA!” Hobi returned his laugh, standing up from his seat.

“I’m done.” Jennie laughed against Jin’s arm as she held onto it for support from laughing so much.

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On April 30th, the BTS members were announced by the MCs for the fan meeting on Mnet Countdown. As they walked out, the members tagged a few lucky hands of some ARMY as they stood with the MCs.

“BTS, based on the mood, it seems like you’ve gotten more mature.”

“Yes, before we were in our teens and produced albums focused on the theme of school, this album is produced with the theme of mature youth,” Rapmon explained. “So, that’s why the mood is a bit different and it’s also natural.”

“Mood being different is a very good thing. We think of strong performances once we think of BTS. Did you tone that down a bit?”

“No, it’s absolutely not toned down. It’s actually even more powerful. We were afraid everyone would think that so we especially prepared this.” J-Hope gestured as he walked over to the side with Jimin to prepare a snippet of various BTS dances before showing off I Need U.

Jennie ended up snickering when she saw how extra Hobi and Jimin were as they moved their hips. They were great.

For their comeback stage, the members lay down on the floor. Jennie was in between Jimin and Rapmon. They wore shorts and white shirts and Jennie wore black suspenders with Yoongi.

Fall (everything)

Heuteojine

Fall (everything)

tteoreojine

Sitting up, Suga began to rap.

neo ttaeme na ireohke mangajyeo

geumanhallae ije neo an gajyeo

mothagesseo mwot gataseo

jebal pinggye gateun geon samgajwo

Sitting on V as he sat up, J-Hope rapped next.

niga nahante ireom an dwae

niga han modeun mareun andae

jinsireul garigo nal jjijeo

nal jjigeo na michyeo da sirheo

jeonbu gajyeoga nan niga geunyang miwo

But you’re my everything (You’re my)

Everything (You’re my)

jebal jom kkeojyeo huh

mianhae (I hate u)

saranghae (I hate u)

yongseohae

I need you girl

wae honja saranghago honjaseoman ibyeolhae

I need you girl

wae dachil geol almyeonseo jakku niga piryohae

I need you girl

The members body roll to one side with a hand on their necks

neon areumdawo

I need you girl

Doing the same body roll on the other side, the members got down on one knee while Jungkook stayed standing.

neomu chagawo

I need you girl (I need you girl)

I need you girl

After the intense dance break, Jennie broke away from the group, shaking her head before looking up at the ceiling. She slowly walked around, placing the microphone to her mouth, beginning her verse, “You probably won’t care what I have to say, but I’m still waitin’ for you on my birthday. How many times are you gonna lie, once was enough. Can’t you see how much I’ve become undone?” She ran a hand through her straightened hair.

“Lookin’ at us now, I’m wonderin’ why things went so downhill...No Advil can take this type of pain away, don’t tell me to chill. I ask myself why do I stay when you always play me for a fool. This situation sucks because I thought everything was cool.” She went on while the members danced around her. Shooting the camera an expression of heartbreak, she continued, “How could you be so cruel? You used to treat me like I was your jewel. Now I’m nothin’ to you but a simple tool.”

Walking past Jin, she pressed her back against his as they both turned in a circle and walked away from each other. “I wish we could break through this. All we’ve done was fall through the mess that you created. Is this how things will always be? I’m so frustrated, Aggravated, Devastated...” Her expression turned into a dejected one. “What do you gain? To cause me so much pain? It’s putting a strain on my broken heart. But I can’t let go. Because you’re my everything...”

You’re my

“Everything.”

You’re my

“Everything.”

jebal jom kkeojyeo huh

“Mianhae.”

(I hate u)

“Saranghae.”

(I hate u)

“Yongseohae.”

It goes round & round na wae jakku doraoji

I go down & down ijjeum doemyeon naega baboji

na museun jiseul haebwado eojjeol sugaeobtdago

bunmyeong nae simjang, nae maeum, nae gaseuminde

wae mareul an deutnyago

tto honjatmalhane

(tto honjatmalhane)

tto honjatmalhane

(tto honjatmalhane)

neon amu mal an hae a jebal naega jalhalge

haneureun tto parahge

(haneureun tto parahge)

haneuri paraeseo haessari bitnaseo

nae nunmuri deo jal boina bwa

wae naneun neoinji wae hapil neoinji

wae neoreul tteonal suga eobtneunji

I need you girl

wae honja saranghago honjaseoman ibyeolhae

I need you girl

wae dachil geol almyeonseo jakku niga piryohae

I need you girl neon areumdawo

I need you girl neomu chagawo

I need you girl (I need you girl)

I need you girl

The members walked away to reveal Jin on his knees, in the middle of the stage. Jennie stood behind him with her back turned to the crowd, while the rest of the members stood around him.

Girl charari charari heeojijago haejwo

Girl sarangi sarangi anieotdago haejwo

naegen geureol yonggigaeobseo

naege majimak seonmureul jwo

deoneun doragal su eobtdorok

I need you girl

wae honja saranghago honjaseoman ibyeolhae

I need you girl

wae dachil geol almyeonseo jakku niga piryohae

I need you girl neon areumdawo

I need you girl neomu chagawo

I need you girl (I need you girl)

I need you girl

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On May 5th, on SBS MTV’s The Show, BTS sat down for a quick interview about their comeback. “It’s a song infused with the feelings of young love,” Rapmon said.

“It’s showing both the brighter and darker sides of youth,” Suga added.

The members check out the I Need U film, gushing over Jungkook’s real tears on in the MV.

‘Stop. Point 1. Tears.’

“I have a lot of feels,” Jungkook revealed.

‘Full of emotions, teenager Jungkook.’

“Then shall we see who can get their tears out faster, right now?” V suggests.

‘Match of the century!’

‘Challenger V vs Tear Prince Jungkook’

Jennie tried not to laugh as she watched V gaze ahead and Jungkook fanning his eyes, trying to cry. After a while, the Golden Maknae won yet another challenge, shedding his tears first. As they continued to watch the MV, it paused when it showed the show of flowers on fire.

‘Stop. Point 2. Fire.’

‘What would BTS like to burn to ashes?’

“Weight! Weight!” Jimin answered.

“All of our black history on the internet.”

“STRESSSSS!” Jimin shouted.

‘And so! The Show has prepared, the thing that the members want to burn to ashes. BTS’ black history!’

The screen showed Suga’s audition from Big Hit, which caused everyone to yell and laugh. Suga got up from his seat, freaking out. It showed him when he was 18 years old.

“DESTROY ALL OF THIS!” He ran up to the screen.

“NO!” Jennie fell out of her seat before scrambling up to the screen, attempting to block everyone’s view of her photo. It was her when she was a trainee at the age of 15. “My hair! What was I thinking with that hairstyle!? DELETE! DELETE!” She cringed at her wild hair.

“Aw, she looks so cute.” Jin cooed.

‘Do not let your guard down! Who is this boy?’

Jimin lowered his head once he saw two photos of him when he was younger, wearing glasses, at 17 years old.

“He still looks the same as he did when he still had glasses,” Jin spoke up.

“This hyung...!” Jimin exclaimed.

“Tell them about Jin-hyung’s!” J-Hope suggested.

“Jin-hyung wore glasses too!” Rapmon revealed.

“AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!” Jin yelled when they showed his photo when he wore glasses.

“So everyone, please treat your friends around you, well. Because they might turn out this cool, tool!” Rapmon informed.

‘Stop. Point 3. I Need U.’

‘Tell the person beside you something you want them to do with the song I Need U.’

“It’ll be great if you can do a better job with the toilet ventilation,” J-Hope said to Jimin.

“I Need U...the money I lent you~” Suga sang to Jungkook. “I don’t actually say that but...”

“Suga-hyung to me!” V asked, expectantly. “Come at me with all your heart!”

“To be honest...I don’t really have anything to ask of you.” He replied.

“You should just return him money, too,” Rapmon suggested. “We’ll continue to show you more cool I Need U stages from now on.”

“Please show BTS lots of love!” V beamed.

“The Show! Play!” The members cheered.

At the end of the show, the groups stood on stage while the MCs began to calculate the votes to see who would win first place. As they announced the numbers, Jen felt her heart begin to race as she saw how big the numbers were getting from the other artists they were up against.

“Bangtan Sonyeondan!”

Jennie immediately widened her eyes, covering her mouth as the confetti popped out and Namjoon received the trophy.

They had won.

They won their first win.

The members have been dreaming of this day. Every time they were asked, it would be the same answer. ‘We want to get first place on a music show.’ No matter how many times they’ve been asked. It was their wish to gift ARMY a first win, and now they finally achieved their goal.

“Is this for real!?” She asked, holding onto Jimin who had a big smile on his face while Namjoon said his acceptance speech.

All the members bowed to everyone while I Need U came on, for an encore. With just BTS on the stage, Jennie kneeled on the floor, trying to comprehend what was happening.

‘Damn, this is really happening.’ She thought as Jimin kneeled next to her, rubbing her back. A smile with tears in her eyes was shown as she stood up, grabbed her microphone, and yelled "Thank you!" with the rest of the members.

As soon as they go backstage, they’re met with their staff congratulating them. Sitting down, Jen dialed up her mom’s number, while a Bangtan Bomb camera was filming her. She was immediately greeted with screams, yells and cheers. She figured she was on speakerphone, so she put her phone on speaker too.

Namjoon chuckled at her family’s enthusiasm. He was happy that she was able to hear them tell her how proud they were of her.

Jen, still teary eyed, listened to her mom yell, “We just saw the live stream! You guys did it! We’re so proud of you!”

“That’s my niece! That’s my niece with those boys!”

“They killed it on that stage!”

“This award was meant for them!”

She heard various family members shout. “Your father is crying.” Her mom told her.

“I am not!” She heard her dad say as she laughed. “Nie, Nie. Can you hear me?”

“Yes.” She sniffed.

“You have no idea how proud your mother and I are to have a daughter like you. I already knew you were special ever since you held a microphone back in America. And now you’re in Korea, breaking boundaries, and working hard with seven fine young men. I knew you guys could do it. All that time you were talking about how tired you were, and how hard it was to make new songs, look at what the eight of you accomplished. Hard work has paid off. Those sleepless nights were worth it. And I cannot tell you, how proud we are of BTS. You guys deserve it. I may be too old to be called an ARMY but just know that your mother and I, along with the rest of the family will be your big support group.”

Closing her eyes, more tears streamed down her face. After talking to her family, she received a video from her sisters and decided to play it. It showed Vienna and Alani, watching a livestream of the show. Vienna had her hand over her mouth in suspense, while Alani had her fingers crossed, wondering what was going to happen. It was late at night, and it made Jennie so happy that they stayed up on a school night just to watch BTS, in support of her.

As soon as BTS was announced as the winner, the two sisters screamed, jumped on the bed and held on to each other.

“YES! YES! YES! THAT’S OUR SISTER! THAT IS OUR SISTER! I KNEW THEY WOULD WIN!” Alani clapped her hands together loudly, getting off the bed, and jumping around.

“I dunno what the hell they’re saying, but all that matters is that BTS won! WOO!” Vienna shouted at the camera that was filming her.

Jennie laughed and felt more tears form as she sniffed. Her family wasn’t with her physically but they were always watching her, sending encouraging messages.

Snapping a selfie with the trophy, Jen tweets, ‘Dreams do come true. We’ve come so far, ARMY! This is so surreal! Thank you, we love you!’

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On May 7th, backstage, BTS was given an MPD mission called Beware of the Dog. In a room together, surrounding a table with the dog game, the members begin to take turns cautiously grabbing a bone out of the dog’s dish.

The sound of the toy dog’s sleeping, made Jen nervous as she slowly reached out to pick up a bone.

“RAWR!” Namjoon shouted, causing her to flinch and move her hand away.

“Hey!” She smacked him on the arm while the others laughed around her.

“That was a good one, she was so scared!” Hobi giggled.

When she finally took a bone without the dog moving, she sighed out of relief. Suga was the first one to get out as the rest of the members aimed to grab another bone.

“Please let me survive this...” She murmured and reluctantly went to grab another bone. Peeping at the dog as she grabbed one, she slowly backed up, relieved that she survived another round.

Jin was the next one to get out, as the rest of the members tried yet again to take a bone. When it was Jennie’s turn, she decided to act slower this time, as she reached out for the bowl of bones. As soon as she touched the bowl, she shrieked when the dog suddenly leaned forward, aiming to bite her.

“Man!” She sat down next to Jin, watching the others finish the game. In the end, it wasn’t a surprise that the Golden Maknae won.

Later, the members stood on stage, kneeling as Boys with fun came on. Jennie wore a white blazer while the rest of the members wore various colors.

ja wasseo a heungtansonyeondan

wasseo wasseo a heungtansonyeondan

ja wasseo a heungtansonyeondan

heung (heung) tan (tan) heung (heung) tan (tan)

nado nal jal molla

Jumping up and down, and then rocking back and forth, the members act hyped up, while the fans chant loud and proud.

ja wasseo a heungtansonyeondan

wasseo wasseo a heungtansonyeondan

ja wasseo a heungtansonyeondan

heung (heung) tan (tan) heung (heung) tan (tan)

heungtansonyeondan saebyeokdari jil ttaekkaji

a wanjeon sinna gasik ttawin jibe gan ji

oraenikka niga eumchi hogeun bakchirado

sanggwaneobseo nunchi ttawin ppalli jwo gaena jwo

heungi nanda heungi heungi heungi na

yeogi yeogi buteora ni eokkaechumi boinda

Let’s ride go with me

jeo wi jeongsangdeuri boiji

ilsange sangeul hana deohae nan isanghaejiji

jeongsangin sangtaeroneun jeongsange mot gayo baby

heung heung, sidongeun dwaetgo

heung heung, sokdoneun kwaesok

da bwara bwara oneureun michil geoya malliji mara

gara gara sirheun nomdeul jibeuro tteonaranara (hwoi)

eumagi heureuneun sungan nan

michyeobeoril geot gata (hey)

nae mome heundeullil geoya neon

jigeum baro i sungan

Standing in the back with Tae and Jin, Jen patted her chest with the rest of the members.

naege mutjima nan wollaebuteo iraesseunikka

nado nal molla cheoeumbuteo kkeutkkaji nan nanikka

Placing the microphone to her lips, she shouted, “Sing it!”

Wo~ Wo~ Wo~ Wo~

“One more time now!”

Wo~ Wo~ Wo~ Wo~

Break it down

ja wasseo a heungtansonyeondan

“Woo!”

wasseo wasseo a heungtansonyeondan

ja wasseo a heungtansonyeondan

heung (heung) tan (tan) heung (heung) tan (tan)

nado nal jal molla

Jennie, V, Jungkook and Rapmon faced off against Jimin, Jin, J-Hope and Suga, while V jumped to the middle, beginning his verse.

chimyeongjeogin naui momjit

michindeuthan naui ttolkki

nae mamdaero da hago sipeo

na geondeulji jom mareo

Jin took a few steps forward with his crew, while V’s crew took a few steps back.

nan mathyeongijiman

Taking a few steps forward, by herself, Jennie snapped her fingers in front of him, three times. “No, no, no!”

nareul gatgo noljiman

She ran up to him with the rest of the guys behind her, jumping up to his height to try to act big, causing Jin to smile at her. “No, no, no!”

mwo eottae nan johke

manjokhae jokhae ok

V walked with J-Hope with a big grin on his face, having an arm around him.

Yo! naeireumeun V

giseoneul jeaphaetji

yayaya stop stop!

ah joesonghabnida

da golla golla hosigi golla

huimangi hamkkemyeon siganganeun jureul molla

ttameuro ssiseobolkka chikichakacho

oneureun naega sullae minimanimo

heossori hajimara a gi ppallyeo

dwitdam hal saenggakdo ma na nunchi ppalleo

neoreul ippallo mureo pi mallyeo

bap meogeotni? junggugeoroneun chwippalleo ma?

eumagi heureuneun sungan nan

michyeobeoril geot gata (hey)

nae mome heundeullil geoya neon

jigeum baro i sungan

Standing in the middle, taking Jungkook’s place, she sang fluidly, patting her chest, again. “Naege mutjima, nan wollaebuteo iraesseunikka. Nado nal molla, cheoeumbuteo kkeutkkaji nan nanikka!”

SING IT!

Wo~ Wo~ Wo~ Wo~

One more time now!

Wo~ Wo~ Wo~ Wo~

“Break it down!” She winked directly at the camera.

heung tan saram moyeora

da yeogi moyeora

heung tan saram deo itna

da dwiro buteora

heung tan saram moyeora

da yeogi moyeora

heung tan saram deo itna

da dwiro buteora

As the backup dancers joined the stage, the members partied it up, dancing around while Jungkook continued to sing.

naege mutjima nan wollaebuteo iraesseunikka

nado nal molla cheoeumbuteo kkeutkkaji nan nanikka

“Sing it!” The 97 Liners shouted out.

Wo~ Wo~ Wo~ Wo~

“One more time now!”

Wo~ Wo~ Wo~ Wo~

ja wasseo a heungtansonyeondan

wasseo wasseo a heungtansonyeondan

ja wasseo a heungtansonyeondan

heung (heung) tan (tan) heung (heung) tan (tan)

nado nal jal molla

Big Bang had also had their comeback stage with Loser and Bae Bae. Jennie wanted to see if she could find G-Dragon but they both were so busy, they couldn’t see each other throughout the show. She was a bit disappointed. She wanted to express how excited she was for their comeback and decided to message him about it and ask for advice on her latest performance.

Not expecting him to reply so soon, he had told her to meet her after the show because he had some time.

At the end of the show, BTS was up against EXID for first place as the MCs revealed the final results.

“Today’s final results. First off with digital music sales score.”

EXID received 5000 while BTS received 2267

“Album sales score.”

EXID had 22 while BTS had 1000. Jennie had her hands in a prayer, by her face as she watched the results with butterflies in her stomach.

Would they be able to get a second win?

“Popularity score.”

EXID received 952 while BTS received 609.

“Social media score.”

EXID had 572 while BTS had 1000.

“Mnet broadcast score.”

BTS received 1000 while EXID only had 100.

“And lastly with the live broadcast real time voting score. Today’s honored 1st place is...”

It was a close battle but in the end, BTS won with a score of 6876.

“Yeah!” She celebrated with the members.

Each of them had big smiles on their faces while Namjoon made another acceptance speech, thanking Big Hit, ARMY and their families. Jennie felt Jin’s large hand on her shoulder and she turned to him placing red lipstick over her mouth, unevenly.

She laughed and he went to Tae to place lipstick on his lips, next.

“Thank you, ARMY! We’re truly grateful for this! I love you, mom! I love you, dad! Shoutout to my sisters! Don’t follow them on Instagram! Thank you, ARMY! We love you! Woo hoo!” She yelled in English, on the mic, jumping up and down with Hobi.

She already knew her sisters would yell at her for putting them on blast like that but she thought it was funny.

Going backstage, BTS is filmed for a Bangtan Bomb. “First place, baby! Ah!” She clapped her hands, approaching the camera. “Muah! Muah! Muah!” She blew kisses.

They were greeted by MPD who congratulated them and presented them a cake with strawberries on top. Taehyung held onto it and kept eating all the strawberries.

Jungkook and Jennie glanced at each other, equally irritated that he kept eating all of the strawberries while the members expressed their gratitude for getting another win.

“Really?” Jen watched Tae pop the last one in his mouth. He looked at her innocently as she shook her head.

As the members regrouped together, Jennie decided to share her thoughts on another win as she finally got a turn to hold the trophy. She examined it in amazement, shaking her head in disbelief.

“This right here, success won’t come instantly. You work hard, remain humble and be patient. We’ve gone through a lot, and it was worth it because our hard work is paying off. Thank you for always supporting us. We will cherish this moment forever. Thank you to the fans. Shoutout to my mama and dad for creating me and letting me do this. Shout out to my sisters, I know y’all screaming happily over this win. Good luck on your exams, by the way! I love you! Gosh, I’m still shaking, you see this? There’s so many people I want to thank but I’ll just say thank you to everyone helping us and guiding us.” She felt her adrenaline pumping as she showed one of her shaky hands on camera.

When the members were in the elevator, they continued to be filmed. “I’m too happy that my tears won’t come out,” Jungkook explained.

“I cried so much during our first win on the 5th, I’m not sure if I’ll be crying again. We’ll see.” Jen added.

“I have nothing to say.” Jimin sniffed. The members heard his voice shake and they noticed him crying.

“Chim.” Jennie pouted and hugged him from behind.

“Jimin, try saying something,” Namjoon added. “It’s a moment which can’t be forgotten.”

“It looks like my birthday party. Ah, thank you. It seems like my birthday party, like a hidden camera.” Jimin finally spoke up.

“I was really surprised. Our Jimin, here in Bangtan. Bangtan can’t be without Jimin. We can’t get 1st place without Jimin. I’m really thankful. I remember that we got a mini-version before and it was great. I thank you again. I love you.” Namjoon said on camera.

As they got off the elevator, Jennie wiped Jimin’s tears. Kissing his cheek, she wrapped her arms around him, for a tight hug.

“Ah, I can’t believe it.” She heard him say as his voice got shaky again.

“It’s okay...you’re gonna make me cry again, stop it.” She sniffed as he held her tight.

“From now on, please don’t call me a crybaby, the crybaby is Jimin,” Hobi said. “Like a man, even if you’re happy, you have to control yourself from tearing up.

“Men cry too!” Jennie spoke up, releasing Jimin while Hobi grinned at her.

When the show was over, she met up with G-Dragon who was waiting for her, leaning up against the wall. “Hey, Jennie!” He smiled.

“Hey! Iconic performance with Big Bang!” She hugged him.

She’ll never get used to talking to him. She felt so lucky to be able to speak with someone so iconic as G-Dragon. She was grateful she decided to speak to him at K-Con last year.

They leaned against the wall as he talked with her. “Congratulations on your first set of wins. It’s always a shining moment. You’ll never forget it.” He said as he thought about Big Bang’s first win with their song, Lies. “I’m always watching you even if we’re not always able to talk. I can tell that you’ve improved a lot since your last comeback. You know, you can message me, anytime. I’ll try to get back to you when I can.”

“I really appreciate it.” She smiled as he began to give her advice on how she could improve her performance skills.

On May 8th, for Music Bank, BTS was in the waiting room, standing with Irene and Bogum.

“BTS, since your debut this is your first time being nominated for first place at Music Bank, please give us your thoughts about it,” Irene said

“Right, this is our first time as a first place nominee here in Music Bank, finally after 2 years, I’m really nervous,” Rapmon answered.

“In the I Need U MV, I heard that BTS expressed youth through emotional acting,” Bogum added.

“Then, let’s see their youth expressions. First anger.” Irene announced. Some of the members made angry sounds as they made angry faces for the camera. “Sadness.”

Jennie fake cried with J-Hope as she covered her face.

“Happiness.”

J-Hope made a funny sound effect as the members smiled brightly for the camera.

“As expected, they’re cute. Lastly, what did you prepare for if you win first place?” Bogum asked.

“If we win first place, we’ll exchange parts between rap line members and vocal line members. I need you, girl!” Hobi sang.

“Ah, I really anticipate it. At last, will BTS be able to win first place? Please anticipate it a lot.”

“After a while is BTS’ stage so...” Jimin trailed off.

“Please wait a little longer!” Jungkook finished his statement.

Winning yet again for the third time, as promised, the vocal line switched their lines with the rap line. Jin rapped Suga's verse, while Jimin took over Hobi’s.

Taking over Tae’s lines, Jennie dramatically approached him as he giggled. “But you’re my everything...everything...everything...Mianhae...saranghae...Yongseohae.”

When Yoongi started to sing, the members laughed as he dramatically sang along with Namjoon. Once the chorus transitioned to Jennie’s verse, Tae started to act hype around her, getting in her face as he took over her verse.

“Oh my gosh...” She covered her face, trying to control her laughter.

This first set of wins will be the start of something big for BTS as they continue to make music.

#bts 8th member #jungkook x oc #bangtan boys #bts #the bangtan gal #bts additional member #bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts fanfiction #kpop female oc #kpop black oc

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da-birb-writes-sometimes · 9 months

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Heyo Dove! 💖💖💖💖💖💖Thank you for the tag! I'm super excited for this lol🤣

Here are the stuffs:

I'll go by Tabi for the matchup, romantic please, and she/her pronouns.

Describing my personality: ( lol this is from my sis cause idk) Funny, Caring, and concerned for people safety and happiness and a sunshine.

Hobbies and interests: I love drawing and anything to do with art, I love reading and line to collect books. I love anime and manga but rant like manga more lol. I love Asian cultures. I absolutely love learning about skincare ( specifically korean ) and collect lip products 😭. And I like gaming however I'm not very good at it lol

What I'm looking for in a relationship: I want someone that I can feel comfortable around. Someone who doesn't look down on me for my interests and maybe even tries to learn about them. I really want someone who is loyal and hopefully funny ( I even like dry humor) And that it is a equal relationship no partner over partner but just equal.

What I can't stand: Controlling and obsession as well as ignorance or laziness, I can't feel like I'm the only one working for the relationship

Affection showing: does pet names count? Even for platonic relationships I love pet names, physical touch and gift giving

Affection receiving: physical touch, quality time and gift giving

Other random info: enfp, Virgo, toxic trait is that if there is something about my appearance that someone I'm interested likes I change it just to see if they like me afterwards, love the friends to lovers trope and the going to another place and fall in love, andddddddd I like spicy foods but I eat so so so much candy lol.

I hope these all work! Again thank you so much Dove! I hope you have an amazing rest of your day/night💕💕💕💕💕💕

'ello, 'ello! Oh! Look who it is, and looks like he has a gift for you!

Lilia Vanrouge

The two of you met in the chat room of a game you both play. And of course you would also see him around campus, until the both of you put two and two together. Kinda like the Spider-Man meme that’s pointing back and forth really.

Lilia would never look down on your interests, and would join in! You were talking about the special edition of a manga that is super difficult to get your hands on? Boom, it’s wrapped in a semi-pleasing way and left on your desk with a little handwritten note. You said you adored this artist, so here! Enjoy, Tabi-cat!~

Be prepared for a mix of pranks, good jokes, and downright awful dad jokes. Also uses interwebs jokes to “fit in with the cool kids” but they’re super cringey, but in a charming way???

GIVE HIM ALL THE PET NAMES! Lilia would ADORE any and all pet names, and he has a few for you as well! Tabi-cat is probably his favourite though. But he also calls you Sunshine, due to your personality; which he finds adorable.

This is a super cuddly relationship, and Lilia really enjoys that he can let out his cuddle-bug on you. Also appreciates any gifts that you get, or make, him. He’ll get you some cool trinkets that he saw on one of his trips… and his cooking. Do. Not. Accept. The. Food. Gifts.

Dates will either be gaming sessions while taking turns sitting in each other’s laps, or going on little outings. Lilia did see that skincare store that he knew you would be interested in. skincare dates are also a thing, but please don’t do the homemade kind… or just make them by yourself so nothing catastrophic happens.

You are above else, equal to Lilia. He wants the relationship to be equal. He is not above you, and you are not above him. That doesn’t stop him from cherishing the loving daylight out of you though.

He would dye a few streaks of his hair to your favourite colour and/or to match your hair. He would also fully support you in any changes you want to make, but reminds you that he likes you for you.

Hope you enjoy your match-up! Mutuals get all da privleges ^v^

I do hope that you know how to cook though... for your own well-being. If not, well, boi howdy. At least Lilia makes up for it by being a great partner!

#twst match up #dove does match ups #lilia vanrouge #romantic match ups #faye!#the spider did not deter me #mutuals <3 #“but i thought you're tabi-cat not a fae?” - lilia probably

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bubblegum768 · 1 year

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Alright, I know y’all requested Keegan the most, but I don’t know his about his personality. I asked around for some info on him, but there was nothing! So I’m doing Alejandro for the time being, hope everyone enjoys!

Warnings: 18+, p in v, dom Alejandro, sub reader, flirting, dirty talk, male moaning, overstimulation, aftercare

Alejandro walks in the door to the house “I’m home mi amor!” (My love.) You walk over to him, kissing him. He picks you up closing the door behind him. “Welcome home, my dear.” “You missed me?” “Always.” “Heh, my beautiful girl. I had a stressful day.” “I made you a nice dinner. Your favorite~!” “Oh really now? If that meal’s you, I’ll make sure to devour it~” you lightly blush. “B-babe was that necessary?” “Very necessary” he chuckles he carries you to the table setting you down momentarily as he sits down, he pulls you back on his lap, and he begins to eat.

——

You and Alejandro would be in bed talking about how your day went which quickly turned into a making out session to calm his mind. “Mmm.. mhm~ you’re so gorgeous princesa~” (princess) “my hombre sexy” (my sexy man.) He chuckles “what a good girl~ you deserve something tonight..” he runs his hand down your stomach putting his hand in your pajama pants rubbing circles around your clit. “Yeah that your good spot? I could rub it all night if you let me~” “you wouldn’t be able to get your satisfaction~” you tease “damn are you right..” he pulls down your pajama pants sticking his fingers in your folds “heh. Wet~ how I like it to be”

Alejandro starts moving his fingers around in you, he knew exactly where to press his fingers inside just to set you off a bit closer to your own high. “A-ah~ baby~” “heheh that’s my princesa I know.” He continued doing this for a couple more minutes, he pulls down his pants and boxers, removing his fingers replacing them with his member “ooh~ you’re as tight as I remember you being from last time we had sex.” he begins thrusting in and out quickly getting to an unforgivable pace

“Ooh yeah babe~ you feel so good wrapped around my cock so tight~” Alejandro would keep rutting into you, putting you up against the head of the bed going in at an angle increasing your pleasure “heh. Your moans are like music~, the perfect pitch of notes.” He slows down for a minute pushing every digit inside you, your moans do soften, but the feeling him pushing you a bit past what your used to with him “ooh~ even tighter the deeper I go in.~” he pulls back, continuing to rut into you, but this time forcing every inch into you.

“Your expressions and sounds are so lewd. You like how deep my cock goes into your g-spot on repeat~?” You can barely think straight, but nod answering him. To which he responds with a cocky chuckle. “You’re twitching, begging to cum. Heh, I’m here to make sure that happens~.” He speeds up, hitting your g-spot each time he thrusts in. “Good girl~” his praise plays on repeat in your head, intoxicating your mind. You finally cum, but Alejandro keeps going at the speed he has going “buena niña, now it’s my turn. You’re going to take every drop of my cum. You understand slut?~” (good girl) “please” you whine, he chuckles. His chuckles get a bit tripped up by grunts and soft moans. “You ready~?” Speeding up, his thrusts are unfaltering. Suddenly you feel a hot thick liquid fill deep in your womb. “G-gah.. mm amazing”

Alejandro pulls out watching semen drip from you. “That was incredible mi amor.” You get up walking to the bathroom nearly falling a couple times “you aren’t going to wash up on your own.” He gets up behind you, picking you up bridal style carrying you to the shower, he gets in the shower with you and washes you up. “My beautiful princesa.”

After the shower is done, Alejandro puts you in soft pajamas then getting his on. “You’re mi amor. I’m a happy man to call you mine as well. Sleep well.” He says pulling you into a hug, to which you find a comfortable position in his embrace falling asleep

#alejandro cod #cod smut #alejandro mw2 #overstimulation #praise and degredation #aftercare #cod zombies #cod modern warfare

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kybercvnt · 2 years

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hewwo i love ur writing so much i wanna INHALE it,,,, can i request cassian andor x inexperienced!reader who’s v nervous abt disappointing him 😳😳😳

YES YES YES!!!!!

This was such a cute concept to write about- thinking about the juxtaposition between a slutty Cassian and an inexperienced lover is so adorable to think about, but I fear I might've butchered it a little.

So for starters, I really hope you meant smut TwT because that's where my mind immediately went when seeing the word "inexperienced" lol. Secondly, I seem to write smut on two ends of the spectrum. On one end is totally slutty and on the other is an insecure virgin. As a result, there's a bit of unsureness about the reader exposing themself to Cassian, but hopefully, I reached the core elements of what you've requested.

This is my first request btw! I'm really happy about that and I'm super duper happy it's about Cassian! Also thank you so much for your kind words it means a lot to me to hear that people actually enjoy my work :') enjoy my lovely <3

Pairing – Cassian Andor x Inexperienced!Reader

Word Count – 1992

Warnings – Smut, AFAB reader (but I think I made hopefully all of the references to the reader–outside of anatomy–gender neutral), unprotected sex

Cassian Andor was a ladies' man. Considering his well-known affiliations with many Ferrix women, it was no surprise that he was a man of experience. You knew he and Bix had some history together, but even though they both had moved on, there was always that sneaking suspicion that there was more underneath the surface.

That’s why when Ferrix’s local womaniser ends up asking you out, you were rather taken aback. It was hard not to have a crush on Cassian Andor. He always knew just what to say to get someone going, it was in his nature. What was hard was just being friends with him. For all the times you spent time with him, that crush you developed for him continuously bloomed and blossomed, no matter how much you tried to squash it down and push it to the side, the thought of him always gave you butterflies.

He must’ve been having the same issue as you were, but he found no hesitation in letting you know about how you made him feel– he had done it so often that he knew when and how to go about these feelings. That’s why when you returned his feelings he was more than happy to turn his best friend into his lover.

Cassian was also a man of passion. He may be very compassionate for those close to him, but he was still a man with needs and desires. Normally he would turn to his hand or the local brothel to satisfy his cravings, but nothing felt better than being in the warm embrace of somebody he loved– someone he could show how much he cared for with more than just words.

Cassian was benevolent, strong, and resilient, you wanted nothing more than to do the same with the man you had great admiration for. He was so perfect. He was the perfect carer, the perfect boyfriend, the perfect man. Nothing about him strayed far from perfect. That’s why letting him down was the last thing you wanted to do.

On one of his many frequent visits to your house, you found yourself in a passionate makeout session with Cassian on the edge of your bed, his hands roaming over your clothes legs. When it became heated, they skimmed upwards and slipped under your shirt, as soon as you felt the contact of his skin on your bare own, you instinctively grabbed his wrist and broke away from the kiss. His face called for concern, but his hand was still firmly placed on your torso.

“What’s wrong?”

“Cass, I–”

“I’m sorry. Whatever I did I’m sorry.”

“No, Cass it’s nothing like that, it’s–”

“I overstepped my boundaries, I shouldn’t have.” He raised from his spot on your bed and you followed after. You cupped his face in your hands to stop him from moving any further away and to let you get your explanation in.

“I want you.” You told him. “Stars how I’ve never not wanted you.” His eyes only bore into yours asking then what’s the problem? “I just haven’t… I don’t want to disappoint you.” The corners of his lips turned upwards and he let out a brief chuckle.

“You won’t disappoint me, you never have.” His hands clasped over yours, dragging them from his face, “I love you, do you remember?” You nodded.

“I remember.”

“Then I’ll be here to help you when you need it.” He said and his mouth found yours again. It was only a brief exchange, one to show that he was there for you– to show he did love you. When he pulled away, you weren’t finished, so you reached for the back of his head and pulled him in close to smash your lips together. Cassian didn’t object to your advances– he embraced them.

His hands went back to caressing you, brushing over your neck, shoulders, your waist, although he was careful not to overstep again. He, however, did grasp the hem of your shirt and gently tugged it to show you what he wanted. You pulled away from him just so you could pull it over your shoulders.

Only a final layer of clothing prevented you from fully exposing yourself to the world, so you reluctantly reached around and unclasped the hooks of your bra and let the contents slide off your arms. You naturally covered your breasts to retain some dignity, Cassian thought it was cute. He softly clutched your wrists and leaned into your ear.

“You don’t need to be afraid,” he whispered. Your tenseness went away as your muscles relaxed. He always managed to do something for you. Your arms dropped to your sides and he glanced down for a brief moment to see you displaying yourself to him. “You’re beautiful.” He whispered and planted a warm kiss on your lips and trailed down your neck while his thumb traced around the mound of your newly-exposed flesh.

It was long before each of you had pulled the other’s clothing off. Cassian started to back you into your bed, but when the back of your legs hit the edge of the mattress, you fell backwards and sat back down on the cushioning. You would be face-to-face with his cock if it weren’t for the fact you immediately looked up at him. He was staring down at you with lust in his eyes– you were at his complete disposal. He didn’t want to see you as anything beneath him, so he knelt down to your level.

He touched your thighs and moved up your body, revelling at every sensation he felt from touching you. Then he pushed the rest of your body into the bed and hovered over you. “Will you let me take care of you?” he asked. You nodded and he pressed an affirmative kiss to your lips once more and slid back down.

Let him take care of you, you did. While you stared up at the ceiling, you let him lift your legs over his shoulders– letting him completely mould you into any way he pleased. How he pleased was how to please you, and you were willing to let him use his skills for your benefit.

The next thing you felt was his hot breath on your vulva before his tongue lick a fat stripe up your cunt. You lifted your head to swap your gaze from the boring ceiling down to your boyfriend whose face was busy devouring your pussy. He was wreaking pure havoc on your poor clit, producing so much spit that it started to spill over the edge of his mouth and leak down the rest of your pussy. He glanced up at you to catch your bewildered stare and shot you back a wink. Heat flooded through your body at the eye contact and your head hit the mattress again, unable to handle the embarrassment.

He was like the dog for the way he was lapping you up. He had a firm grip on your thighs while all you could do was squirm at the sensation, your orgasm building, while you had to endure those filthy, wet slopping noises Cassian was creating as he buried himself between your legs. Your squirming only added to the pleasure and soon your building orgasm released itself into Cassian’s mouth.

He laughed at your wriggling from the sensitivity and removed himself from his spot. Without your boyfriend’s warm mouth latched onto your pussy, the cool air quickly replaced it, so your legs snapped shut. Cassian could only chuckle at the motion as he stood over you, watching, with his cock resting in his hand.

His other hand planted itself on one of your knees and he carefully pried them open. He licked his lips before climbing over you and positioning himself at your entrance. “Just call out if you need to, baby.” He told you and left you a warm kiss on your forehead. The head of his cock poked and prodded your hole, collecting the mixture of bodily fluids that had accumulated on your cunt to slicken himself. Then you felt your walls expand to make room for Cassian’s girth, but your muscles had other ideas.

They didn’t like the unfamiliar intrusion, so your body reacted and tightened down on him. You whimpered while your body adjusted and Cassian lay frozen above you, not daring to move an inch until you gave him a reason to. Once the brief pain had subsided, you looked up to your adorned boyfriend who was staring intently at you with concern embedded in his eyes. You touched his shoulders and nodded, providing him with a concrete affirmative.

Cassian pressed soft kisses to your neck as he continued slinking himself inside of you. The activity on your neck was the comfort you needed for your body to relax into him as he slowly filled your insides with him. His thrusts might’ve been considered painfully slow, but you were both too enamoured in the neck kissing to give any further thought to what was happening below deck.

That was until he pressed himself deep inside of you, touching your soul and you let out an involuntary moan. It snapped him out of his trance on your neck and began picking up the pace. Slow and steady wins the race and Cassian certainly wanted to take his time with you. There you were, underneath him with no sense of where to be touching or what to be doing while he took the reigns.

He liked hearing your heavy breathing clash against each other, being the only other sound filling the room than the wet skin slapping. He liked seeing you willingly submit to him, letting him relentlessly pound into your cunt since he knew how to. Since he knew how to please his lover.

The pain was replaced with pleasure, and soon he was reaching every crevice of your innards, contorting your womb to fit him, to feel him. Nothing was more arousing than to imagine him and feel him, balls deep inside of you. He was nothing but a horny mess, aching to reach further into you and touch places he hadn’t already touched.

Those thoughts aroused you– thinking about him filling you to the brim with his cock, the ultimate form of intimacy. An act that he would do if he loved you, and he did. His incessant rocking, fondling, and kissing were building that tightness in your pussy once again. If he kept it up, then there was no way to dampen your growing orgasm. Cassian was a love-making connoisseur, so he obviously kept it up. In a sudden burst of electricity, heat sprung down your legs to your toes and your pussy gripped Cassian’s cock while he rode out your hefty orgasm.

Small beads of sweat began to form on his forehead and his hammering grew slewed and ragged. His eyebrows furrowed when he dug himself as deep as he could inside of you and let out the most vulgar growl you’ve ever heard a man release. His hips jutted while he emptied himself inside of you. He rested his head between your neck and your shoulder and his torso heaved as he was catching his breath, which was where he placed gentle kisses afterwards.

You both remained in this state with your boyfriend laying on top of you, acting like a complete puddle that had melted into the delicacy of your warm body. There was no moment in the universe to worry about letting your loving boyfriend down, especially while he was fucking you mad. If you didn’t believe in yourself, then Cassian was willing to show you. He wanted nothing more than to teach his beautiful partner what they wanted to learn, encasing them in a warm embrace of fondness and tenderness. Cassian would never have high expectations of you, he loved you too much to see any fault or flaw in your person.

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